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euphoricsunflowers · 2 years

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his favorite color is blue - jeon wonwoo

a/n: based on a prompt i sent @pusoatbuwan that she wrote a little bit about. hope you like it starie !!

word count: 3.1k

content: a bit of angst, mostly fluff, mentions of food, college au, non idol au, not proofread lmao

summary: there’s this guy in your history class who is so attractive, but he’s cold and closed off. guess you gotta fix that.

the first time you spoke to jeon wonwoo did not go as well as you intended.

he’s comfortably sitting by himself near the bookshelves at the college’s library and he looks up from his book at the person tapping his shoulder, not exactly annoyed but he thinks he probably looks it, “can i help you?” he asks.

“yeah, actually, i actually really need help with something,” you say, taking the seat next to him without even asking. it’s not like he owns the place but you are kind of in his space for being in a mostly empty library, “you’re in my history 12 class right?”

“i think so,” he says cautiously, closing his book because he’s assuming he’s not going to be able to get back to it for at least a couple minutes.

“do you know how the professor wants us to write this paper? because i swear i have no idea how he wants us to write a paper on reconstruction when the only sources he’s letting us use are completely unrelated. also, have you even done it yet? because it was assigned like a week ago and i haven’t even opened a google doc yet,” you just seem to go on and on, “plus i don’t even take notes in class because he’s just so boring so i barely know what’s going on.”

wonwoo, while now a bit annoyed, tries to not be rude in his response. he feels it in his bones that you’re going to ask to copy his notes and probably plagiarize his paper too, but he doesn’t do that. not for anyone, “i’m sorry,” no he’s not, “but can you ask someone else?”

he sees you visibly deflate, your voice going from bursting with energy to dead and flat in seconds, “oh, uhm, yeah sure. i was just-” you start, but stop yourself, “nevermind. sorry for bothering you, wonwoo.”

he feels this sinking feeling in his stomach like he just made the wrong move. like all his life he had been making choices like a character in a game, and this moment felt like choosing the wrong one. he almost sees a ‘they will remember that’ over your head, as you get your stuff together enough to get up and find a different seat.

“wait,” he says, almost instinctively. he doesn’t even know why he said it, but now you’re looking at him expectantly and he now he has to say something, “what were you gonna say?”

you pause for a moment, debating on whether or not he was worth answering, before chuckling to yourself, “i just wanted to be friends, maybe complain a bit about my overwhelming classes. sorry for bothering.”

you’re looking at him sharply now, as if you could see through his skull and read his every thought like words on paper. you nailed exactly what he was thinking without you even saying it. i wasn’t trying to use you, i just wanted a friend and he almost felt embarrassed, “oh.” was the only thing he said.

you chuckle again before walking off.

he feels his heart pounding in his chest.

—

the second time, it was him who approached.

he figures that he was, indeed, the asshole last time, so when he walks into the library to find you sitting by yourself, ironically reading just like he was, it’s him that sits next to you.

he has no grand introduction, just sitting at the seat next to you as he pulls out his laptop to type his assignment for another class. you pull out an earbud as you notice him, “hey there?” you say awkwardly.

“it was a stupid paper,” he admits, looking over at you, “the sources were completely unrelated and i honestly wrote a good four pages of nonsense.”

it leaves you stunned, but you take the victory where you see it. and you see it just on the corner of his lip. he’s smiling at you.

it makes you smile too, “i can do you one better,” you say, leaning in closer to add some suspense, “i wrote a good five pages of nonsense.”

you sit in a much more comfortable silence than before, working on your own stuff together for a good 30 minutes. he’s typing away on his laptop while you’re reading a book for a class that is so boring that you spend the whole time thinking about him. the really cute guy from your history class. he’s super quiet and a little bit closed off, but somehow you got him coming to you. you turn to look at him, waiting for him to look back, before you say anything.

“i’ve actually gotta get going. i told nayeon i’d meet her for starbucks after her lecture on the different classifications of bones. you know, as like a treat for sitting through something so painful,” you chuckle at your own words.

“yeah, that’s fine,” he says, going back to looking at his computer, “i’ll see you later.”

“actually-” you start to say, catching his attention again, “could i have your phone number? maybe we could plan to meet up next time.”

he doesn’t know why but his heart is pounding the same way it did when you first walked away from him, but this time you’re still here staring into his soul.

he worries his silence is an answer you’ll take as a no, so he remembers to get out of his head, “sure.”

another win for you.

—

the third time, the fourth time, and the fifth time all kind of blend together. maybe it had something to do with they were all in the span of 72 hours, but every it seemed you would text him that you were in the library and he could come sit with you if he wanted. every day, almost like clockwork, he popped into the library maybe 20 minutes after you messaged him, scanning the building for you and taking a seat beside you once he found you. he would either work on his assignments or read his book, while you would do something similar.

it wasn’t until meeting #6 that anything had really happened. of course your conversations were getting less and less awkward as you settled into a pattern of you talking a lot and him talking a little bit until one of you had to go.

this time, though, you had brought something for him, “here,” you said, already rushing to explain before he even had a chance to ask what and why, “you’ve been telling me you’re tired for 3 days straight, or at least agreeing with me when i say it. you like iced americanos, right? i even got you an extra shot.”

he doesn’t say anything but his nod along with the small smile on his face as he sips the straw says he most definitely does like it. he drinks it slowly, so much so that by the time he’s halfway done all the ice had melted; you had been finished with yours for at least 10 minutes at that point. the caffeine hits him after about 20, though, and the energy is really what he needs. he sits there, sipping his coffee, as you casually talk about your classes and the like, as usual.

“oh and i have to fill out this philosophy study guide with some arguments that socrates made. i don’t even know what’s going on and all i know is that socrates just goes around making annoying men feel dumb and i love that for him,” you say.

normally he’d just chuckle and that would be the end of it, but this time he thinks about it more. he takes philosophy, he had to do the argument study guide, in fact, he did it last night. he doesn’t need to do anything about your problem though. there’s plenty of time until it’s due tonight, and unless you ask for it he won’t even mention he’s done it.

“not to mention that i haven’t even been sleeping well, but i mean, does any college student? do you sleep well?” you ask, nodding your head at him to indicate you were asking him specifically if he sleeps well.

and yet he can’t think about himself for a moment. the second you started speaking he noticed all the things that said you haven’t been sleeping well before you did. your quad shot latte, the bags under your eyes, your slouching posture. you looked exhausted, frankly.

so he doesn’t even answer your question, instead saying, “you should go home and take a nap then.”

you just can’t seem to stop laughing at him, like what he’s saying is the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard, “were you even listening to me? or are you just in your own little world?”

he caved when he sees that exasperated smile. looking back on it, this was the moment he realized that it would become his job, his responsibility, to care for you if you couldn’t care for yourself.

he pulls the philosophy study guide out of his backpack, handing it to you, “take a picture of it and just copy it down. i can’t memorize them all for you but call me if you’re confused.” he can tell you’re a bit stunned, but eventually cave and take a picture of it, front and back, and then hand it back to him.

“thank you, wonwoo, i really appreciate it. i owe you one.”

no, you don’t owe him anything.

—

the semester ends faster than he wants it to. he’s enjoying meeting up with you at the library a couple times a week, and even though the coffee was a one time thing on your part, he starts to bring stuff for you too. he starts carrying a charger because you complain that your phone is always dying or an extra sweater because they keep it so cold in there. every time he sees that relief and gratitude on your face he feels a sense of inner pride. he’s grown to really love doing all this for you.

especially because his boundaries with letting people copy his homework have been, in all honestly, eroded when it comes to you. even in your classes he doesn’t take, he’s somehow doing your homework for you, disguising it as him being done with his (he’s not he has literally so much to do) and wanting to be helpful somehow.

he never complains though because now you come to the library more refreshed and energized than before and he’s thriving off of seeing you do well. the complaining about stress turns into passionate rants about hobbies and interests, until he feels like he could ace a test about you.

but the semester ends with you going right back to being a stressed disaster as finals overtake your life. he helps where he can, but he’s also overwhelmed and he barely has enough time in the day to stay afloat in his classes.

—

january is cold. it’s also a sad time for him, the seasonal depression hitting him harder when he realizes the happiness of his last semester is coming to a quick end. he hasn’t gotten a text from you in two weeks and it feels like, now that you’ve gotten what you needed out of him, you’ve left him to drown.

he wonders how he could have been so naive to think that you weren’t going to use him. he thinks back with an outsider perspective to your relationship, one of one-sided conversations and history quiz answers. he wonder if you even knew anything about him.

he knows your favorite color, do you know his?

—

“blue,” you said, when he confronted you about his feelings, about feelings invisible and used. he didn’t even mention the favorite color thing. you just knew, “your favorite color is blue,” his eyes soften, and you continue to list things off about him, like they were on a top 10 fun facts list, “you’re afraid of dogs and you don’t like seafood and you like sad music before you go to bed.”

“i never told you those things, how do you know?”

“you say you’re the only one listening, but i’m clearly the only one looking,” you say, “i bring up how i like the color blue, and your smile gives away how you like it too. i recount my childhood dog and the scar i have from him biting my hand and you got pale. i tell you all about this new sushi place i went to that was incredible, and your face told me you were disgusted. i say how i like listening to love songs while i’m winding down before bed, and you nod your head like you do something similar, plus i’ve seen your spotify.”

his heart is aching as he wants to hold your hands and he wants to stop you from talking because god he can’t bare to listen to you pour your heart out like this.

“wonwoo, you’ve always had my attention, i was never just going to up and leave,” he berates himself for even thinking something so preposterous, “i am always grateful for you, i don’t take for granted how graciously you help me, and i have no intentions to sweet talk you into doing my homework for me while i forget about you. i want you to stop thinking like that.”

he supposes he’s truly an idiot.

—

he can tell you’re still a bit shaken by his confrontation, but you still agree to go out for coffee with him. he’s known your order for months now, but he puts less espresso in it than you used to, hoping that you don’t really notice (you do) in hopes that it helps you sleep better (it does).

you made him promise to believe you when you said you valued him as a friend. friend. besides his buddies he had his whole childhood, he doesn’t make many of those.

he keeps his promise. when he looks at you, he believes you. he sees genuine care and love he doesn’t see from anyone else.

this next semester you only share one class, yet he still finds a way to get you homework answers for anything you ask for. he’ll search the whole internet for answer keys or even just straight up do things himself. he’ll drop off lunch for you on days he knows you don’t have time to go get food.

yeah, basically he’s down bad, and only now realizing it.

—

he finds you asleep next to your computer at 9:33pm one random tuesday at some seating outside the library after you left when it closed for the night. he sees that you were about to click submit for an assignment that was due at 11:59, but must have passed out before you could.

he submits it for you, and then packs your back for you, only waking you up when he’s done. those extra seconds of beauty sleep matter, “hey, sleeping beauty. time to go home.” he says.

you groans, standing up and stretch, before slouching and leaning up against him once he stands up too. he gets flustered when you wrap your arms around him and give him the longest hug of his life. he feels like he’s suffocating but in the best way.

“you need to go home and go to bed,” he says, getting another groan from you, “do you want to be carried to your car? i’ll drive you home. we’ll figure out what to do with mine in the morning.”

you nod at everything he says, which is just the cutest thing to him. he picks you up piggyback style and carries you the half-mile walk it is from the library to the parking lot. he spots your car immediately.

he’s driving you home, and you’re practically asleep, but still manage to invite him in. it’s not like he can go anywhere. how are you going to leave in the morning if you didn’t have your car? it makes him think he really could have just taken his to drive you home, but in the moment he wasn’t thinking too well and he really just wanted to get you home and safe.

he crashes on your couch, even after incessant pleading on your part to just sleep in your bed with you, it’s not that weird, it’s the least you could do for him. it’s not that it is weird, but he’s shy and will definitely not get any sleep.

—

you get up in the middle of the night to see him up as well. he was restless and you just wanted some water. you end up talking a little bit, low and quiet voices, as you drink your water.

“can i tell you something?” he asks.

“always,” you say. tell me anything and everything about you, “what is it?”

“im really grateful for you,” he says with his heart on his sleeve. he’s not intoxicated in the slightest but the exhaustion may be having a similar effect on his decision making, “you make my life so much better.”

“how so?” you ask. tell me you love me, please.

“i think i didn’t realize what i was missing out on when i was living my ‘never make any friends’ life, but you make my life so much brighter. i feel so happy and content when i’m with you.”

“i am too,” you say, “i can’t help but adore you every time you rush to try and help me with any problem i have.”

he’s blushing so badly, thank god for the lack of light, “and i can’t help but want to be that person that you rely on to help you. i want to be there bringing you coffee and meals and homework answers every day. i want to do that for you for the rest of our lives.”

say it, he says to himself, say it now.

“i am so badly in love with you,” he says.

he searches for a response in just your eyes, refusing to trust your lips when your verbal replay comes. he sees nothing but adoration in your eyes, and, just like he promised to, he makes himself believe it.

you smile at him, except this one is different. it’s less youthful and less from laughter than before. your smile is so warm and inviting that he feels like he could tell you his deepest secrets without question, that’s how comfortable it makes him.

you press your forehead to his as he smiles back. you whisper, “i’m in love with you too.” it feels like a scream with how powerful it is, but it was nothing more than a whisper, “stay with me forever.”

you already know the answer.

#seventeen #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen x reader #yes i am now a carat #love wonu tho he’s literally so cute and for what #crying in the club

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weirdmarioenemies · 6 months

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Name: Kamukamu

Debut: Wario Land 2

Have you ever thought about a world where everything is exactly the same... except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you... that is the existential horror that this fangly little fishy must contend with! Kamukamu only appears in the Game Boy version of Wario Land 2, and is entirely replaced in the Game Boy Color version!

This is Drill, but you can call it SpongeBob SquarePants episode 151a, because it's the New Fish In Town! This is the one that replaced Kamukamu on the Game Boy Color, and I really have no idea why. They're completely different fish in both design and function! Kamukamu is a bitey fish who chomps onto Wario and makes him drop coins until shaken off. Drill is a pointynose fish who causes instant damage if touched from the front. They can coexist!

Of the two, I'm not sure which I prefer! Kamukamu has a more fun personality to me, with its glassy eyes and toothy overbite. It reminds me of a wolffish, but it's likely just a generic "bitey fish". Meanwhile, Drill has the goofier anatomy! It is seemingly based on a sawfish, but instead of a saw-like rostrum, it's like a drill instead. Its actual mouth looks toothless and non-threatening, as if it pulverizes prey into a smoothie that it slurps up!

Ok, that's about it, I guess. Post's over. Drill, taking the bus again? Okay, get home safe! What about you, Kamukamu? Your dad's picking you up? Okay! Let's see if he's here... oh, there he is!

Name: Big Kamukamu

Debut: Wario Land 2

This is Big Kamukamu, a boss in both versions of Wario Land 2! Even when little Kamukamu was replaced, no one had the gall to tell THIS fish it was fired. Would you? Big Kamukamu is, in fact, the only reason we have a name for Kamukamu! Big Kamukamu's name was given from a Picross game of all things (awesome swag epic), and from this we can only assume that the smaller ones are regular Kamukamu.

That's so many sources to go through to find a name for poor Kamukamu! Even after all that, we're not SURE that would be its name. It definitely seems so, it just isn't confirmed. Is this fish doomed to obscurity at every turn? I think it deserves a little something nice, so I am going to give it its very own localized name!

"Kamu" means "to bite", making "Kamukamu" basically "Bitebite". I think this is more than enough of a base for a silly cute little name!

Kamukamu, I hereby give you the fan-localized name of Bittybite! I hope you like it! Yes, it sounds like Biddybud, but this game was long before 3D Land and they would not have cared about an enemy in a subseries having a similar name. And I like Bittybite! So there is some love for this little fish who has been really craving it.

#kamukamu #drill #big kamukamu #wario #wario enemies #wario land 2 #mario #mario enemies #mod chikako

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girl-in-the-mirrorbluenight · 5 months

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Okay I've been thinking about this pretty much all day since I saw the hbomberguy and then todd in the shadows video i just have so many thoughts. While I wouldn't necessarily call myself a Video Essayist™ (I've only made a few over the years) as a youtuber and someone who has made video essays i definitely have more experience than the average person. There are so many things that stand out to me about this whole debacle i dont even know where to start.

First I want to just give a little insight into the process for making video essays from people who've never given it a shot and just how absurd it is to do the type of plagiarizing James has done. Video essays take a fuckton of research, even for pretty simple topics, but on top that you also have to make them with the medium of video in mind. it's really not enough to just take an essay you would write for a class and read it out loud. the flow is different, you have to have accompanying visuals, often background music, etc. They're a beast to make. My Twisted video for which i used literally two sources for my research (Sondheim's books and the musical Twisted) still took days of thorough reading, note taking, watching the musical, watching the musical again, watching the musical and taking notes, cross-referencing my notes, etc. For videos that synthesize multiple sources or are covering multiple pieces of media, that time goes up exponentially. Then there's writing, recording, gathering clips (often one of the most difficult parts depending on how obscure what you're talking about is), and editing. Even for a silly video like my Glee video, I still had to do a ton of research to make sure I was getting things correct, and that was a funny tier list about freaking Glee! There is just no way you could come up with a thorough analysis by just copying and pasting. Which brings me to my next point.

I think James may have thought (or more likely rationalized) what he was doing as analysis based on like the vaguest definition. When you do any kind of analysis, what you're doing is taking research from multiple different places (news articles, primary sources, existing analysis, etc.) and coming to your own conclusions, whether that's a synthesis of those different sources, or applying it to a specific thing like a movie. Really simple example is my Twisted video where I take Sondheim's writing and apply it to a specific piece of media (in this case Twisted). I'm using existing work but coming to my own conclusion. In the Spies Are Forever video, I took existing research about the Lavender Scare and the Hays Code, including primary sources from the time period, and applied it to the musical Spies are Forever. What James seem to do is take a bunch of existing scholarship, copy and paste it all together and then come to a "conclusion" that was not actually his own original thoughts but either "facts" he completely made up or something that didn't do anything to actually link his other "sources" together. I can see why it has the veneer of analysis, but making up a random "fact" you think might be true is not the same as a drawing a conclusion based on research.

I also think Todd made a really good point in the part about England's propaganda campaign against Italy around 9:30 that it's just really bad video making to not include examples of images from this so called propaganda campaign. I have a ton of examples of news clips, government reports, etc. in my SaF video about the Lavender Scare because...it was a real historic thing that happened! If something was supposedly so widespread and not even that long ago, you can probably find evidence of it somewhere. Kaz Rowe (who is also linked in the queer creators playlist on hbomberguy's vid) talked about this a lot in their video about tiktok misinfo where people often make these outrageous claims but the thing is if something so outrageous happened (like people constantly shitting on the floors of versailles), other people at the time would probably be talking about it somewhere. It's a big red flag when someone makes such bold claims and has no evidence to back it up.

Putting this last section under the cut because I go talk about WWII, Nazis, and HIV/AIDS a bit (watch Todd's video for some more context) so if you don't want to see that post is over here.

Lastly I wanted to talk about something else Kaz brings up in a lot of their videos when talking about historical topics and that is the tendency to dehumanize people of the past, often as unwashed, unintelligent masses who would just do any ridiculous disgusting thing because they were so stupid and disgusting. There are a lot of things to criticize about the people of the past and their actions obviously, but we cannot forgot that they were in fact, people. Real individual people with their own lives and dreams and ambitions and individual opinions and they have never been and never will be a monolith. Claiming anything is broadly true of "the victorians" or "the ancient egyptians" or whatever other vague historical group you want to talk about is usually a lot more nuanced than "they all thought or acted in this one particular way". I'm certainly not a historian and i've only done one history focused video but James Somerton seemed to make a lot of broad historical claims in his videos that I think fall into this trap.

The one that stood out most to me in Todd's video was the claim about Nazi body standards which is a whole mess in general that Todd goes into for a while, but the way he talks about WWII soldiers was just like...weird. Besides the fact that a lot of his claims about Nazis seem to be bordering on glorifying them and their aesthetics (gross), I think we should remember that WWII was less than a century ago. There are still over 100,000 surviving WWII vets in the US. My grandfather who was in the Army during WWII (he didn't serve overseas but he was an enlisted soldier I can literally look up his enlistment records in the national archives online) was a real person who I obviously knew personally and who died fairly recently. To think he enlisted because he was jealous of German fitness or whatever and wanted to prove how tough Americans are is an absolutely hilarious thing to think if you knew him. I'm sure there are as many reasons for enlisting as there were enlisted soldiers. When James talks about even as relatively narrow of a group as "WWII American soldiers," he's still talking about a very large group of real and diverse people and to make such broad claims that "most" or even "a lot" of them were just so taken in by strong german physiques or whatever is frankly insulting. I haven't watched the entirety of James video so maybe he does address this at some point, but from the clips I've seen it seems very generalized and implies some level of racism when WWII soldiers in fact included a lot of racially diverse people. IDK, i think if you're a supposed historical researcher and you're making a video about WWII and you don't know about groups like the Tuskegee Airmen or the Navajo Code Talkers, that's on you. I don't want to discount some of the really horrible shit that American (and obviously other countries) soldier's did in the war and how many of them held disgusting views (even my grandpa who I love dearly was not the most politically correct person to put it lightly) but Jame's claims are not criticizing any real ideology or the consequences of them, they're oversimplifying complex and harmful historical ideas and attributing them to something he pretty much made up. I'll also give you a little hint about something. When people fall into Nazi ideology, it's because they ultimately agree with the ideology, not for some surface level aesthetic reason of "fitness" or whatever. They are antisemitic, they are racist, they are eugenicists, plain and simple. They don't just think the Nazis are cool except for all their beliefs. I also think (and again I could be missing a part of the video here) the hyper focus on the Germans and the Soviets and not mentioning Italy is at the very least an oversight too. Mussolini, like Hitler and Stalin, had a pretty big campaign of promoting an ideal strong race which he tied to ancient Romans. Like this was also a country controlled by a fascist dictator that American soldiers fought in idk it just seems weird to me to leave it out. (okay edit i looked up the transcript and he does talk about Italian fascism a little bit but only about how Mussolini rose to power, nothing about his ideologies or anything really related to the main topic of body image).

And one more thing on that note that bothered me a lot. I think his claims about HIV/AIDS is probably the most well-known here on tumblr and has been pretty thoroughly destroyed by this point, but I do just want to say one more thing about it which is that AIDS isn't gone! I feel like they way he talks about it from what I've seen of this video makes HIV/AIDS sound like a problem of the past now that we have drugs for it, but that is just not the truth. There are still tens of thousands of new infections in the US each year and way more globally and yes, people do still die from it. I just don't like when people talk about AIDS as if it's this problem of the distant past, a separate era that people went through in the 80s rather than an ongoing epidemic that still does not have a cure. Safer sex, clean needle usage, and getting tested are just as important now as they were in the 80s and 90s and don't forget that.

#hbomberguy #todd in the shadows #james somerton #youtube

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pommunist · 14 days

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Hello!

I've been nervously hovering around your blog as you've always been a level source of info.

As of late it seems as though many people don't seem to quite grasp how different US laws can be for POC. The laws weren't made with us in mind, in fact its extremely common for laws to be thrown at us or twisted against us at all fronts when the other effected party is Anglo.

It's very easy to look at laws and assume the country they preside over would respect them entirely. But for POC that's not the case. This place isn't safe for us. It's corrupt In many ways so it's extremely important for us to be extremely careful with every step. Or we are killed. There is no other way to express the type of danger we face simply for being POC.

I am Mexican, I know that it looks bad that Q has been very silent on many fronts. But speaking even an apology could lead to the entirety of this case being blamed on him. All of it. When the people who caused the damages were on the team and not Q himself. What's worse is that if the people who did cause the damage in the first place are Anglo and have gotten their own Lawyers... they can also be let off the hook from their crimes if Q makes apology statements.

I know its awful.

But even if he contacts those effected personally and apologized personally, there is nothing stopping those individuals from speaking online about his apologies and that being used against him. It would make everyone feel better if he genuinely could apologize without risk of letting those bad actors off the hook. But here in the states it's stacked against those who bend at the knee first. Kindness will get you killed. We as POC cannot exist here safely. We just can't.

Its very easy to look at this whole case from an outside view, especially if you've never faced the American legal system. It's even harder to fathom how a country could have laws so clearly lined and yet disregard them simply based on your race. But it's very common here. I've had relatives lose homes, land, businesses, livelihoods, and lives over the laws out here not being kind to us. All it takes is for one Anglo voice and we are once again reminded how we are nothing. Our hands built these buildings, our sweat is in nearly every structures walls and floors. We clean, we cook, we are still regarded as rabble. Our native tongue isn't even seen as something respectable. It's dirty. It recieves glares and snide remarks.

I digress.

I know you can't quite understand how strong your voice is alone in this. Even now I must hide under this anonymous guise because I can't be Mexican in public. I can't speak my truth... so I am reaching out to you, to perhaps held shed some light on all of this.

Your voice is worth more than mine.

Thank you for all the work that you do. Truly.

Hello anon ! First of all I wanna say I’m sorry that I’ll going to write such a short answer when your ask was long and heartfelt. But as I’m neither Mexican nor from the US I don’t have much to add to what you just said. Though I am aware, at least to a certain extent how bad the xenophobia against mexicans can be over there, and I don’t wish for Quackity or anyone else to suffers the consequences of it.

Also don’t even worry about coming here as an anon, I don’t mind and your safety comes first anyway. My voice isn’t worth any more than yours is, I’m just glad if I can help share your thoughts on this situation.

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halfmoth-halfman · 2 months

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i got an ask about advice for writing when you're discouraged, so i thought i'd make a post addressing some of the points because i think this is something that everyone has gone through and can relate to. most of this is just what's helped me/what i'd tell myself in the past, but if anyone has advice to add on please feel free! i hope this helps at least a little bit, anon!

"I’m not good at (dialogue/atmosphere/prose/etc)."

write it anyways! one of the best ways to build a skill is to keep doing it. even if you don't ever post it, or only share it with a few friends, or just read it to your pets, or whatever you choose to do, it's better to write something "badly" than to not write at all. or even asking for help on how to improve from other writers. i struggle a lot with atmosphere and scenery, and something that helped me a lot was talking to other writers whose fics i really enjoy and inspire me. i know it may seem intimidating, but there are plenty of writers on tumblr that would love to talk about how they compose their scenes, their dialogue, anything and everything if someone asks.

"I can’t make moodboards/headers/aesthetic posts."

the good news is, you don't have to! fics don't have to have anything other than the fic itself. i can't speak for everyone, but while aesthetics may get my attention, it's the person behind the blog that i stay for. if you want your blog or your fics to have a pretty aesthetic, it shouldn't be because you feel forced to but because you want to do it. if you don't find making moodboards or headers or aesthetic posts fun, then you don't have to do them. and if you want to, but don't know how, there are a ton of resources, links, and blogs dedicated to helping on tumblr.

"I’m not at (insert someone else)’s writing level."

and you might never be, and that's okay! every writer is different - they have different styles, write at different paces, perceive their skill differently. basing your progress on someone else's isn't going to help because you're not them. you have your own time, energy, ability, and ideas, you'll grow and improve at your own pace, just like they did. don't force yourself to try and follow the same timeline of someone else, and don't put yourself down because you're getting better - and you are getting better - at your own pace.

"I can’t find the motivation to write."

honestly same. i think it's a pretty universal experience to lose motivation for something you were excited about at one point. sometimes the vibes aren't it and the story doesn't want to story, but that's alright. it can be hard to stay motivated, and what gets someone inspired again is different everyone. i can't give advice for anything outside of what's helped me, but a few ways i've re-motivated myself to write something are: making a fic playlist, stepping away from the fic for a day or two, giving it to a friend to read, re-watching/reading the source material, doodling fic ideas, and skipping to a different part of the story.

"I can’t write fast enough."

unless it's for something like work where you have a fixed deadline, there is no "fast enough" in writing. don't let anyone tell you otherwise. when i first started writing, in the very early days of ao3 and tumblr, fic updates could takes months or even more than a year and that was fine! one of my favorite fics took a six year hiatus, and that didn't diminish any of the enjoyment i had when it came back. you are not a machine, you're a human being with needs outside of writing. it's always okay if you need to take a break, if there's a long wait between chapters, or if you want to stop a project altogether and come back to it six years later. if someone gives you grief because you can't write within their time-frame then they're not worth having as a reader - do not overwork yourself for the sake of finishing a fic.

"It’s hard to stick to one idea at a time."

then don't! write all the ideas. write every single one. working on a project and you have a drabble that you just keep thinking about? write it. you get a sudden idea for a one-shot in a different fandom? write it. woke up in the mood to start a new five-chapter fic? write it. you can start or stop writing about anything at any time. there is no rule that you have to stick to one idea and finish it before you can write anything else, don't make yourself stick to something if it's not what you want to write, and don't punish yourself if you need to take a break from your current project.

"Maybe I’m not made for writing on tumblr."

tumblr is a shitposting website that barely works at the best of times. half of my drafts get deleted every other week for no reason - there is no way to be "made for writing on tumblr"! but tumblr is huge, there's a bajillion communities on here that would be so excited to have another writer, and a ton that are solely dedicated to helping writers and providing different resources. i guarantee there is someone on this website that will love and adore your writing.

"The things I read are better than anything I can write/comparing myself to other writers."

i don't have the cake picture saved, but we all know the gist of it: the audience (generally) isn't going to care about how decorated your cake is compared to another, they're just happy to get two cakes. and that's really all it is. your fic might not be the same preferred flavor as the audience of other writers, but there is someone out there who's going to enjoy it. i won't tell you to just not compare yourself to others, i know that's not how it works, but what has helped me is changing the way i view other fics. instead of thinking "i wish i could write like this person", i look at like "this inspires me to improve my writing". and don't get me wrong, i still have moments of doubt about my writing compared to some of the people i read, i don't think that will ever really stop, but the best thing you can do is not let yourself give in to that feeling. try and stop that train of thought before it leaves the station. no one else can write the way you can. no one else can tell your stories the way you can. no one else has the same voice as you do. if everyone wrote the same way, everything would be boring. the heart of a fic is seeing the author's personality shine through it. if you see someone write a good fic, that doesn't mean yours won't be. you have to give yourself a chance even when you feel like your writing won't be as good as someone else's. you have to bake your cake anyway.

"How do I find joy in something I know I’ll never be good at?"

you won't. full stop. if you keep telling yourself you'll never be good at something, you'll never improve, there's no point in trying, then you'll never enjoy it. i know it's easier said than done, but you have to have some level of confidence in yourself and in your writing. not only will you not enjoy it, other people will see the lack of enjoyment, the "i wrote this and it sucks" comments, the self-degradation, and they won't enjoy it either - no one feels good about a fic the author clearly didn't want to write. and, if you try everything you possibly can and still can't find any joy in writing, then maybe writing isn't the hobby for you. and that's perfectly okay! i tried quilting and glassblowing several times before i realized i just didn't like it the same way i liked writing. you owe it to yourself to find something that's fun, that makes you smile, that you're excited to do. there's a million hobbies out there, i promise you'll find something that brings you joy.

#moth talks #writing advice #long post

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sophieinwonderland · 2 months

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I'm the one that left the comment on the post critiquing your take on inner dialogue and plurality that mentioned my understanding of how trains of thought would work and why a thought process akin to Kronk's dialogue with his shoulder angel/devil doesn't seem to imply that he's "plural" in my opinion. I don't really agree with your rebuttal, that in that example he'd be plural due to the pronouns they use, how they interact, have their own memories, etc.

My comment was again, my understanding of how some people have mental trains of thought. I think it's important to note that everyone thinks/rationalizes differently. Some without words at all but rather things like the perception of the world around them and emotions. They may not think "that's a beautiful photo, I wonder who took it and when. I wish the lighting was a bit better" with those words but they actively feel those things. However the absence of an inner dialogue doesn't mean someone who processes this way without words can't experience something like DID, if that makes sense. Just as someone with it might use "I" and "me". It was hard for me to understand at first how one could "think" without thinking, but I'm mostly going by my understanding and the experiences of people I know and that was also true in my comment as I know others have thought processes like that (and ppl seemed to agree). Which I know isn't a credible source, just different perspectives I've heard based on how different individuals think and process.

It's also normal to my understanding to not only use first person pronouns but also "we", "you", "us", etc. It doesn't mean you perceive yourself as having more than one identity or are otherwise interacting with a different identity with agency and such. I can't imagine that not being normal. For some, it seems thoughts can alternate between feeling like a monologue and dialogue, particularly if you're facing inner conflict or have multiple thoughts on something. I think factors like neurodevelopmental disorders can play a role in this.

A train of thought might interject while someone with a singular identity is thinking about something or having an inner conflict. Someone may think "I think I want ice cream" and another thought might be like "you should have dinner first" and a third may interject as someone remembers something like "wait remember what our doctor said about lactose?". But those pronouns are kind of interchangeable depending on the person, and the memory of the interaction with their doctor brought forth by a train of thought is still their memory. It didn't come from a third party it's just them whereas in someone with alternate identity states, it would be sourced from an alter that is autonomous at least in some regard. I mean is it not possible for that to just be one person at war with themselves? I won't understand how everyone's mind works but that just seems normal. You're you but your thoughts may offer a perspective you didn't initially consider or reference a memory- your memory

So with Kronk again, the back and forth may seem like a dialogue but the difference is that it's sourced from one identity. Might not seem that way but it seems the angel/devil is still his personified inner dialogue. They all experience the same things, have the same memories, and while maybe having different "personalities" everyone has different sides of themselves. Yknow like the evil Kermit meme? One side of you saying to pick up the fallen ice cube and the other saying "you/I/we should kick it under the fridge". Still one person. That's my understanding but again brains work differently even in those with a singular identity state. I hope that's coherent enough (I struggle to condense my words oftentimes) but it just makes sense that a lot of people who think in words would experience it that way? Between what feels like a monologue/dialogue but still being one identity?

These are some fair points.

I would agree that people do just think differently sometimes. And having an inner dialogue or using these sorts of pronouns aren't necessary for plurality. It can even be possible for singlets to have an inner monologue that uses "you" pronouns.

Before going on, for what constitutes a person, I want to being up John Locke's definition of personhood, defining a person as...

a thinking intelligent Being, that has reason and reflection, and can consider it self as itself, the same thinking thing in different times and places

This is what I tend to mean when I say headmates are people.

This is also a general criteria I use for differentiating between multiple and singlet experiences. (With the caveat that plurality is a spectrum and there's a gray area in the middle for median systems.)

A headmate in my opinion follows the same pattern.

1. A headmate can think 2. It's capable of reason and reflection 3. It can consider itself as itself the same thinking being in different times and places.

The first is a bit redundant. Criteria two can't really be true if criteria one isn't. These two though are able to rule out a lot of psychotic hallucinations and dream characters from personhood, as most aren't capable of self-reflection.

The third criteria is actually two in one. It's being able to recognize yourself in different times and places. But it's also being able to distinguish yourself in different times and places.

To recognize when an action is yours and when it's someone else's.

Another layer to this is that it inherently implies some sort of persistence and autobiographical memories. After all, you can't recognize yourself in the past if you don't have a past.

With this context in mind, I'd like to step back to the Kronk point.

I don't actually agree that they have the same memories.

At least not entirely.

See, they'll each remember the same things happening. They'll each know the general events. But they'll each relate to memories differently.

If Kronk were to recall the conversations he's had with the Angel and Devil Kronks, he would likely recall it in terms "I said this, The Angel said that, the Devil responded this way," etc.

Kronk wouldn't consider their thoughts or actions to be his own. And this would go both ways. If you asked the Angel about things Kronk did, the angel would likely recall those in terms of Kronk doing those things. He wouldn't have a feeling of "I poisoned Kuzco." Because he didn't. Kronk did.

What is happening here can best be described as compartmentalization dissociation. The Angel, the Devil and the core Kronk are dissociated from each other, and don't view the actions of other members as their own.

"Trains of Thought"

I don't believe you're using this term the way most people would use it. When the majority of people refer to having multiple trains of thoughts, they're referring to an ability to think multiple things simultaneously.

What they aren't generally referring to is these "trains of thought" having their own intelligence, identity and recall.

You don't have a "train of thought" that thinks of itself as a separate entity from you, and will still remember things it told you a week later.

If you do have multiple "trains of throught" that are able to think for themselves, have their own distinct sense of self and autobiographical memories, and are self-conscious being able to recognize themselves as separate agents, I think you should consider that maybe your "trains" were people all along.

#syscourse #emperor's new groove #kronk #plural #plurality #multiplicity #sysblr #system stuff #system #systems #pro endo #pro endogenic #psychology #philosophy #plural system #actually plural #actually a system

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rassicas · 9 months

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(I don’t feel like rewriting it cause it mostly gets across what I’m trying to say but the first paragraph is just a rant stemming from liking splatfest law as an idea, preferring a more malleable understanding of cannon, and how even good non contradictory things the NOA translators do are often discredited for not being simply 100% accurate [cause it’s often more interesting when it’s not imo] so sorry in advance)

I get being the jp translation lore purist and translator is like your entire brand but I feel like some of the “misconceptions” are just popular headcannons or not bothering to check the NOA translation against the JP one for every line. (Revising this it’s literally only splatfest law this gripe applies to I was just feeling ranty) I get really hammering on the “no there aren’t any more mammals” one because that is an important contradiction but when they don’t directly contradict (like splatfest law [again this entire paragraph is just the product of me thinking splatfest law is a fun idea and specifically disliking it being framed as a “misconception”]) it feels kinda weird to treat taking the translation you have at face value as a “misconception.” (Specifically when it doesn’t contradict established cannon or alter characterization in a major way [this has actually just become a mini rant about how treating any information exclusive to translations as non cannon on the simple basis that the JP translation is the only true cannon is something that I personally am conflicted on {wow the mentally ill genderfuck homestuck prefers a mailable and more flexible idea of what is “cannon” who would have known}]) <=(writing these parentheses sets made be realize I’m kinda just spinning a word salad over one specific gripe)

I also cannot view the Frye thread yet so perhaps there’s more of a thesis to it than Frye not being confirmed to be a vampire squid like them being some other species of squid but it seems like a stretch to include that as a “misconception.” Is your underlying argument is that no cephalings inherent traits from specific aquatic ancestors? Is this just to say the art books and interviews have nothing that directly confirm it? (All of that to say what was the reasoning for including it on the misconceptions list?)

Looking back at the list now those two specific ones are the only ones I’d like to know the reasoning for including (this was not well thought through before I started typing it) all of the other ones I definitely get including and have solid sources to back them up and are good to put out there as definitely not backed up by cannon. The list is over all very swaggy and a great resource I’d just like to hear expanded thoughts and reasoning behind these two being it.

The reason for the "splatfest law" inclusion is how often i'd see it brought up among fans, taken seriously, and incorporated into genuine theories about the future of splatoon's plot (i saw this in theories about splatoon 3's plot, and now i see it with side order).

if it's just a localization funny moment then the odds of it potentially having bearing on the plot/worldbuilding of a game made by japanese developers is next to zero. for people like me who put highest importance on the JP side and want to seriously speculate on and understand splatoon's canon, people want to know what is and isn't just a product of localization! funny thing, i was also a hardcore homestuck fan but i am Like this (obsessive over the established Lore) and have always been. i think its my brand of autism LOL Different pieces of media are going to have different standards to how they treat their canon. individuals will have their own standards to how much they want to adhere to that canon and how they define it. splatoon is looser in some places but parts of it less so once it becomes plot relevant. "splatfest law" is objectively funny and if you believe it based on how you perceive what is splatoon's canon i cannot and will not stop you. i personally choose to believe its not actually part of their legal system and something people will say in-universe as a joke. as for the frye thread you should read it before jumping to conclusions about what point i was making with it. I'll go and post it after this. What happened was that right after frye was revealed in the nintendo direct, someone made a thread speculating that frye was a vampire squid, with points of evidence being that she has fangs (all inklings have fangs and weve seen different shapes of them) and long ears (we've seen normal inklings with different shapes of ears), and then the rest of the "evidence" being based on stuff that was intended to be based on her connection to eels or indian culture. this thread blew up and soon after people were stating, with certainty, that frye was 100% intended to be a vampire squid. it is one thing to headcanon something, but its another thing to tout it as fact, which is what was happening.

#asks #splatoon lore #splatoon headcanons #frye

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prettybillycore · 2 years

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Finally Safe || Billy Hargrove x Short!Reader

Pairing(s): Billy Hargrove x Short!Reader (gender neutral)

Minor Steve x Nancy, Very Minor Steve x Billy

Universe: Stranger Things

Summary: While the same age as Nancy and Jonathan, you were substantially shorter. You, for some reason, were built smaller than your friends. You had been friends with the Byers family and the Wheelers for many years. Jonathan and Will were basically your family. This lead you to get involved in looking for Barb and Will when everything first happened in 1983. You became trapped in the Upside Down briefly and the experience left you in shock. You found your way out through a portal in the woods, but you were never quite the same afterward. Jonathan, Nancy, and even Steve (after learning about the Upside Down) became protective of you. It’s now 1984 and a certain Californian had his eyes on you.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Canon typical violence, the lab, descriptions of injury, depictions of a panic attack, PTSD from the upside down, and alcohol

Read it on Ao3 (or here on Tumblr below the cut!)

Everyone who knew about the Upside Down had been affected by it. The place was horrifying, after all. You had a closer encounter than some of the other teens though. You were helping Nancy and Jonathan look for traces of Barb when you cut yourself on a busted beer can in Steve’s backyard. You saw what was left of Barb plus the monster that killed her; who now wanted to kill you. You weren’t sure how you made it out alive, but one thing lead to another. One minute you were running through a hellscape from a monster like nothing you had ever seen, the next you were in the woods, screaming so loud it felt like your lungs were going to explode.

You keep running, screaming, and crying until you ran into a search party looking for Will. Joyce was among this particular party and you ran straight into her arms. She hugged you tightly and asked you what had happened, but you couldn’t get the words out. Hopper shined his flashlight over to the two of you, which lead him to realize that you were absolutely covered in your own blood. Cuts to your body had been made from something , but it looked different from every bear attack he had ever seen. One of the locals helped Joyce lower you to the ground and began to tend to your wounds. They were painful and sore, but they weren’t fatal. The person helping you said that the thing they should most be worried about was your blood supply and the fact that you ran while in this condition. The last thing you remember from that night was Joyce squeezing your arm as Jonathan came running over.

You couldn’t get yourself to talk about what happened to you for a long time. Jonathan and Nancy were able to figure out what happened to you based on the drawings that you gave. You were thrilled when Will was found a few days later. Your bond only became closer with the Byers family after that, because you and Will (unfortunately) had shared experiences. You knew that no one at school outside of Nancy, Jonathan, and Steve would believe what you had been through. You started to shrink away from even the three of them some days though. You had overall just become a much more quiet person after your experience. You never expected Billy Hargrove to be the source of light you needed to become your brighter self again.

He was brash, rude, and arrogant. You usually had a disdain toward popular jocks with god complexes, but you caught yourself staring at him from across the cafeteria and while in your shared chemistry lab. Something about him, in particular, was intriguing; and you absolutely hated the fact that you thought of him like that. He never seemed interested in you though. He had no reason to even know that you existed. You were just another person at this school to him and you were sure it was always going to be that way.

You watched him flirt with different girls every day. You saw the hatred in Steve’s eyes as he walked by you both in the parking lot one morning. That seemed to be the morning that Billy first noticed you. He scoffed in Steve’s general direction and rolled his eyes at the concern that was glimmering in Nancy’s eyes. When his eyes landed on you, though, his face became much more curious. He smiled at you and winked before turning his head back toward the direction that he was walking. You shot a confused look at the back of his head and then tossed the same look to Steve. What could he possibly see in you?

Steve pulled Nancy to his side and set his free hand gently on top of your head. “Billy Hargrove makes me feel… a lot.” You eyed Steve curiously, not fully knowing what he meant by that. You, he, Nancy, and Jonathan had had many late-night conversations about sexuality, but you were surprised that Steve would see Billy as his type. Not that you doubted Billy’s LGBT-ness; more that you were confused by Steve’s interest. You smiled a little bit. You knew that Steve had no intention of leaving Nancy for Billy, but it made you feel good that someone else was intrigued by Billy’s antics.

“He makes me feel a lot too. I think he just is a lot,” you responded. Steve nodded. It wasn’t long before you all decided to make your way into school after that.

It would be a little while before you saw a softer side of Billy Hargrove. He was good at keeping up his attitude and appearance. He did start paying more attention to you after the day in the parking lot; flirting with you while you stood at your locker, saying hi to you as he walked past you to get to his seat in class, and eventually openly flirting with you while you sat at your lunch table– no matter if you were alone or with your odd friend group. You really didn’t mind this attention though. It was sort of nice to have a jock treat you with some kind of respect (other than Steve, of course). But, it was actually one of your teachers that caused the softer side of Billy to show. Your chemistry teacher was a bit of a stickler for the rules and she hated when people would talk in her class. This caused her to every so often change the seating assignments in her room. She ended up pairing you and Billy together at the back of the classroom. Your table was just the two of you and it was the very last one. It surprised you a little bit that she put Billy all the way in the back corner, but, to be fair, he wasn’t the biggest troublemaker in the class. That title would have to go to Tommy Hagan; who she did place at the first table, right in the front by her desk. She probably just wanted to keep them as separated as possible. Besides, it’s not like you minded. You were curious about him, after all.

Being the only two members of your table for all the labs, meant that you two actually had to try pretty hard to keep up with the workload. Your teacher could see that you were both putting in the effort, so she did, at the end of the day, cut you some slack if you weren’t quite finished with something. Billy never complained about working on stuff; he genuinely seemed engaged with the activities and with you. As time went by, he became more open with you. He joked with you and continued to flirt. You began to look forward to your chemistry class and Billy started cutting his way into more of your daily school time. All of this was strongly disliked by Jonathan and Steve, but Nancy told them to keep it cool. She knew that if you needed help with Billy, you would come to them. Billy avoided hanging around you if you were with both Jonathan and Steve; he was just starting to like you and didn’t want to ruin that by pissing off your other friends.

The year kept progressing and you kept working with Billy. You could tell that he wasn’t really settling into Hawkins, but you decided not to push the matter. To your surprise, the next time the teacher moved seats, she kept you and Billy together at the back of the room. He was trying to hide it, but you could tell he was smiling.

He never let you come over to his house to do projects. He always insisted on working at your place or the library. Your parents were never really home and you liked the Hawkins library, so it was a problem for you. Though, it did cause you a pretty large amount of concern. As you continued to get closer, you met his step-sister Max. They seemed to have a pretty strained relationship, but they both seemed hesitant about going home. Your concern for them both only continued to grow.

Concern often goes both ways, though. Billy was much more observant than he let on. He noticed that you weren’t always up to talking, your eyes were often heavy from lack of sleep, and you were a rather jumpy person overall. He also noticed how much his “friends” picked on you. Tommy Hagan, especially. It got to a point where if Billy heard Tommy saying something about you, he would death glare at the boy. Tommy was an asshole who wasn’t afraid of much, but he was definitely afraid of Billy’s wrath. Billy learned from Tommy’s relentless bullying that you had been through something, something really bad . Tommy said you had been missing at some point during the previous year and you returned to Hawkins high “more of a freak” than ever before. Billy had no idea what that meant, but he could tell by the state of your mental health most days that you had been through something truly horrifying. He didn’t know what to do or how to bring it up to you, so he just did his best to keep Tommy off of your back and waited to see if you would open up to him.

You never expected things to get so bad that you would start sleeping at a friend's house. Much like Will; you had trips to the lab. You would go there and see the doctors for treatment. Nothing they did seemed to help much, but you held out hope. Your symptoms were keeping you from sleeping most of the time at this point, but you didn’t want to worry Joyce or Jonathan, or Will for that matter. This, is why you ended up getting help from Steve.

Your parents, much like Steve’s, weren’t around much and didn’t ask too many questions about what was going on in your life. They had a house in place for you to live in while they traveled the world writing journal articles. They did care about you, they just trusted that you would be okay on your own. They started traveling without you around the age of 9 when they would have Joyce or the Wheeler family watch you. Now, they just assumed you could handle things on your own. After what happened to you last year, you were having trouble being alone. You knew Nancy’s family had a full house and you also had a strong disdain for Mrs. Wheeler, but that was another story. You didn’t want to go there, so you made a deal with Steve starting in October. You would basically move into one of the spare rooms at his house and if you needed reassurance that you were safe, he would always be just down the hall in his room. Your childhood home would serve more as a connection point for you and your family when they were in town; when they weren’t you would stay with Steve. You started carpooling together and Billy definitely noticed, though he didn’t say anything. Your study sessions still went on at your family home or Hawkins library, but your move didn’t go over without Billy realizing that something had changed.

Since moving into Steve’s place, your mental health was better. Billy could tell that you were less foggy and were actually sleeping some nights. You had been open with him about your troubles with sleep, but you didn’t tell him why they improved. He didn’t learn anything about your stays at the lab or at Steve’s until he received a distressed phone call one night. “Billy… Hargrove, I need your help. It’s Y/n.” Steve’s voice made Billy’s skin crawl. He went from a dead sleep to running down to his car.

Billy arrived to Steve’s house far more quickly than he should have. When Steve saw the headlights of the Camaro coming through the window, he was slightly concerned about how the Camaro had arrived, but that concern was soon tossed out of his mind. Steve ran to the door to meet Billy, who was about to knock on it. Billy didn’t know anything about the situation other than you were at Steve’s and you had locked yourself in the bathroom. “Where are they?”

“Upstairs bathroom, follow me.” Steve replied, “How much do you know about what happened last year?”

The two were making their way through the house at a quick rate, but Steve was still using the little time they had to gauge Billy’s knowledge. “I know there was something bad. They’ve never told me what happened. Other people speculate, though.”

“It’s not my place to tell you everything, but just know that whatever you’re picturing; it was worse. Y/n struggles really hard sometimes with feeling safe. Normally I can convince them and everything settles down pretty quickly, but tonight is different. Nothing I’ve tried has helped and they’ve been in the bathroom for like an hour now. I’m really worried. Nancy, Jonathan, and Hopper didn’t answer their phones so I called you. I didn’t know what else to do,” Steve explained. “It’s this door here.”

“Steve?” You asked. Billy’s heart shattered at the sound. Your voice was small— smaller than he had ever heard it before. He could hear the dryness from crying and how much you were struggling to breathe.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’ve got someone else with me too. We’re worried about you, Y/n.”

Billy stepped up to the door and put his hand on the knob. He moved it around, but nothing much happened. Steve was right, you had locked yourself in. “Hey Doll. It’s Billy. Steve is so worried about you, he called me of all people… and now that I’m here; I’m pretty worried too.” He wiggled the knob again. He could feel his impatience crawling up his throat. It was like a spider was inching its way up from his stomach. He threw it back down by swallowing. “I’m gonna need you to open the door, Sweetheart.”

“Billy? You came?” Your tone was coated in surprise.

“Of course I did. You mean more to me than you fuckin know, Y/n.” He grimaced at his own vulnerability, but he needed to see you. He knew that he could bust down the door if absolutely necessary, but he wanted to avoid that. He didn’t know where you were inside of the bathroom and he didn’t want to risk hitting you.

He felt the knob turn under his hand and he immediately popped the door open. He peered inside. He pursed his lips and closed his eyes for a moment as an automatic response to the sight. You were curled up against the wall, knees pulled up to your chest. It was clear you had just reached up and unlocked the door; you hadn’t moved. Your eyes were bloodshot and your cheeks were carved with rivers. Billy sucked in a deep breath and let himself into the bathroom entirely and got down on your level. He leaned his back against the bathroom counter opposite you. He didn’t know what the best thing to do was to help you; he didn’t know the source of your panic, but he did know the most important things were to make you feel safe and to ground you in reality. “I am right here, okay? I don’t know what happened to make you feel like this, but you are safe as long as you are with me or Steve. Neither of us would let anything bad happen to you.”

Without saying anything, another sob wracked your body before your launched yourself toward him. He was surprised by your suddenness, but he pulled you into his chest without hesitation. Your hands were clinging onto the fabric of his jean jacket; his hands were around your back and on your head respectively. Your face was buried in his chest and he felt every sob dampen his T-shirt.

Steve pushed the door open entirely and sat himself down against the wall of the hallway. Billy could tell that he was exhausted, but relieved. Steve mouthed “thank you” to Billy. He gave him a curt nod before turning his attention back to you. He placed a small kiss on the top of your head. He told you to focus on the sound of his voice and he began to hum softly.

After a few minutes of this, your sobs started to quiet down, until you weren’t sobbing at all. You were resting peacefully in Billy’s arms and Steve fell asleep against that wall in the hallway.

Billy and Steve became a team after that night. They would take turns walking around with you during the day and made sure you always felt like you had someone to talk to. They both assured you that they loved you and that you were never too much for them. It made your heart swell and things got a little more stable in your life as the days passed. Billy wouldn’t admit it to himself, let alone to anyone else, but he was falling for you– hard.

Max was the first to notice, followed by Nancy, Steve, and Dustin. There was just something in the way that he looked at you. His expression softened whenever he was around you and the second anyone tried to say something bad about you– he would raise holy hell. You never saw that part, but it was happening. You did notice how Tommy and Jason both had stopped harassing you, but you didn’t put together that it was Billy who had stopped them. Well, you didn’t put it together until the Halloween Party that is.

Jonathan convinced you to come to the party. You originally didn’t want to go because parties weren’t really your scene, but Jonathan asked you to come with him so he wouldn’t be alone. You knew how he felt about Nancy and he didn’t want to be her and Steve’s third wheel. You grimaced, but you did agree in the end. You went dressed as an elf; a costume you already had from your DnD days. You felt pretty good when you waved goodbye to Will and the other party members, but as you and Jonathan approached Tina’s house, you didn’t feel so good. Steve and Nancy waved to you as your car pulled up; every inch of space was taken up by someone; somehow it looked like there were even more people inside of the house. They peeled their way through the crowd and Steve pulled open your door. “Somehow you're more sparkly than when you left my place.”

You laughed a bit. Some of the tension left your shoulders as you remember what Billy said to you. You are safe as long as you are with me or Steve. Neither of us would let anything bad happen to you. Billy wasn’t always soft with you, but he was a safe space. Steve was consistently gentle and patient. “Really? I haven’t added anymore glitter.”

Steve helped you out of the car and walked with you into the grassy front yard. “You haven’t? Could have fooled me.”

“You look fantastic Y/n! You should help me do my costume next time,” Nancy squealed.

You smiled brightly at her. “Thank you! And gladly.”

The air around you was abuzz with noise and high school life. It was overwhelming, but you were tucked into Jonathan’s side. Steve was on the other side of you and Nancy was in front of you. You did your best to focus on them and relax. Until Tommy cut in. “If it isn’t our fallen King Steve and his group of sorry peasants.”

“Wow… How long did it take you to come up with that insult, Tommy? How old are we? Six?” Nancy fired back. Her comment made you laugh.

“What are you laughing at, L/n? You look like a Christmas elf threw up glitter glue.”

You stopped laughing real quick. You knew you shouldn’t listen to anything Tommy had to say, but it was hard not to listen. You felt your eyes getting watery, but it all came to a halt when Tommy’s smirk was wiped off his face. Billy was seething. Everyone around you could see it. “What did I tell you about bothering Harrington and Y/n? That’s my job.” He grabbed Tommy by his collar and pulled him away from you. “Go bother somebody fucking else, Hagan,” Tommy grumbled something, but you didn’t bother listening.

Billy’s shirt was almost completely unbuttoned and his skin was glinsing with sweat. You could tell that he was more than a little bit drunk, but the way his hair fell on his face was just so pretty . “You look stunning, Doll.”

Jonathan backed away from you and so did Steve as Billy approached. He picked up one of your hands and planted a kiss on the top of it. His fingertips lingered on yours and he smirked at your flushed expression. “Thank you, Billy.” His frame towered over yours. He filled your entire view; you had no idea where any of your friends went, but honestly, you didn’t care at that moment. You felt so small at that moment, but for the first time in a while– that felt like a good thing.

He placed his free hand on your cheek. “Don’t let anything he says bother you, Darlin’. I love your height and I know nothing about the dungeon game, but you are adorable as your character.”

You leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek; standing on the tips of your toes to do so, but he had other plans. He tilted his head so your lips collided with his. The progression felt so smooth and natural though, it didn’t matter. He pulled away almost as quickly as he did it, chuckling softly under his breath. “Sorry, shoulda asked before I did that.”

“Please do it again–”

His eyes flicked between yours and your lips. “You don’t have to tell me twice.”

And so there you were; kissing Billy Hargrove, your surprising knight.

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sarcastic--metaphor · 7 months

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I’ve read your Winter’s Night fanfic on AO3 before it became private for members only

(you you are literally the person that has made me but the effort to finally send my email for an invite just to continue your work)

Reading your work and my long experience as a reader of many fics I felt that my feral likings could match up yours some way.

Sadly due to issues I’m unable to fully write my own fics but as you can see I can lay some good ground works and idea paths. So I tend to, if I accidentally find a fav author on here, and they ask ideas slip a lil something and scuttle back into my corner.

Idk tarot cards but I think when it comes to how the show uses it OGMarcy and STAR!Marcy are perfect example of right side up and upside down. So if those cards are right then I agree.

And for some reason I just believe in my heart of heart, that Simon’s blood after the many many years of Ice King May have a special tasting blood, maybe a satisfying chill after feel with a sweet or minty kick to it. So when they do manage to run away and VK managed to survive (if they tried killing running away and he could still drain blood from Simon) he’d want the special blood back and his daughter but also the blood.

Cause Bonnie DID say the vampires have hunted their food to near extinction so changing Simon probably won’t be in his best interest if he thinks rationally. But judging by the situation it can be said VK seems to be ignorantly impulsive to literally have his peoples food source dwindle like that and it obviously rubbed off on Marcy based on how she described her killing of Martin.

lmao my fic was never supposed to be publicly accessible because (for weird and convoluted reasons) making it locked helps prevent AI scraping, but im glad u got an Ao3 account its actually so worth it

Marcy being the Star is interesting to me as someone who is kinda familiar with the tarot cards. Upright it (loosely) represents hope, healing, and purpose. Inverted it means (again, loosely-there's lots of different interpretations) loss and arrogance... which is pretty in line with Star!Marcy lmao

((Fun fact- I first wanted to name Vamp!Simon The Hanged Man bc it represents wisdom/sacrifice, but thought it was just a little too much of a mouthful and a little too on the nose. The Hermit is also a great fit for him thematically but it feels mean to call him that lol. So I think I'm going to stick with calling him Temperance bc it represents patience, but more importantly the inversion of it means conflicting interests. It's also a fun bonus for literally just me to have Simon be the only vamp named for a virtue and not a tarot figure, to imply he's different from the rest))

I don't actually want to say much about your ideas with the VK bc I feel like once i get started, I'lll just ramble and give away all my ideas about the fics I have planned 😭 but VK being cruel and possessive is good food

#fionna and cake #simon petrikov #the vampire king #vampire au #someone help me i can't stop writing F&C fics #ramblings

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ducktracy · 3 months

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hi, i really love your art :) i was just wondering if you have any tips on how i could try and improve with drawing characters too? that and, well, spongebob-style backgrounds. because u do those really well :)

one of my biggest pieces of advice for getting a character down is probably the piece of advice nobody wants to hear. myself included! but, it is just a fact that the more you draw said character, the more you’ll get accustomed to that! repetition is key! that might even mean drawing them when you don’t feel like it. but you do begin to develop a feel for the character the more you get acquainted with them, and your muscle memory begins to kick in

definitely speaking a bit from experience here with the SpongeBob characters HAHA. there was a period starting out where i really felt hopeless and did not think i’d ever adopt to the SpongeBob House Style; my own style kept sneaking in through ways i never noticed and it caused me a lot of personal heartache and frustration. but, heartaches or no heartaches, i still had a deadline to meet! and that’s really helped me a lot. 3 years of drawing these guys 40 hours a week has allowed me to improve in ways i never thought i would. it does become muscle memory, you do get more used to the quirks of the characters, you do get more accustomed to their needs, but that does cone from putting in the work to do it. and that work is largely repetition based.

BUT! for some more actively productive advice—doing studies of characters has helped me IMMENSELY! this is something i’ve done for both my personal and professional art. if you’re drawing fanart of a character, maybe take some time to scope out some screenshots and drawings of the character that speak to you the most. how do you want the character to look? do you want to do a 1-to-1 homage? pull different aspects of their designs into your own personal amalgamation?

i really can’t stress how helpful studies are, but you do have to be a bit diligent about them! your goal is to transcribe the drawing/screenshot as you see it exactly. not what you think it looks like or how you would draw it—the objective is to essentially copy it as accurately as you can. then, when you’re done, it helps to do a comparison of your drawing overtop the source! see what you got right and what could maybe use tweaking. it’s likewise important to take your TIME with this. really absorb what you’re drawing. think about the construction, what shapes the character is made up, how their features interact with one another. the absorption is the most important part—otherwise, you’ll just become really good at copying.

on SpongeBob, we’d take these studies one step further—you do your initial study, take notes on what needs to be tweaked, then do that study again. THEN, after that, hide the layers with the source material/previous study so you’re purely drawing it from memory. you’ll have 3 studies that way. it can be a pain and sometimes even a heartbreaker (i remember wincing many times when comparing my 3rd study to the screenshot HAHA), but you DO get better. it really does help, and the addition of the repetition likewise clinches this

another thing that really is invaluable to me is GET TO KNOW THE CHARACTER! know who you’re drawing! study up on their mannerisms and personality, how they conduct themselves or bounce off of other people. maintaining the integrity and BELIEVABILITY of the character is always one of my utmost priorities in any of my art. really get acquainted with who you’re drawing. do they have a bombastic personality? a reserved one? how would they act in this situation? should their gestures and body language be big, all consuming? matching their equally big demeanor? are their poses a bit more closed off to match their reservations? really think about the motivation of the character.

AS FOR SB STYLE BACKGROUNDS… it’s sort of hard to formally express just in text, unfortunately i don’t have the availability to sketch something out right now :’) BUT! one of my favorite pieces of advice i’ve gotten working on the show is “there are no rulers in Bikini Bottom”. so, there are no perfectly parallel, 90° lines! lots of line weight and curves and waves, if only subtly!

like my advice above, i would maybe just recommend studying any backgrounds you see that look interesting! but i will say, as someone who ends up drawing Bikini Bottom houses more than i usually think i do (which, fun fact if you didn’t know this, are engine mufflers!), i usually think of those as soda cups with scoliosis HAHA. i think of the topmost chimneys like a straw, you have the little ridge that goes around the top, which is the lid… and then the body! likewise, no two houses are exactly the same. there are variations to the ways the chimneys or houses may curve or jut out.. so have fun and experiment!

I’M SORRY I DON’T HAVE MORE TO OFFER WITH THAT CURRENTLY, if possible i’ll try to follow up later on! but a lot of it is indeed down to studying. same with drawing characters!! i’m very flattered you would reach out to me and ask this—thank you for reading!!

#long post #anonymous #asks

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not-goldy · 5 months

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"since we're sharing trauma" where? Who said that? I didn't..??? Also sorry that you grew up in such a horrible environment. But neither me nor jk grew up in such (based on how he talks about his family).

"if i was at jm's place i would have stayed away from such kid" hm i would have done the same and do wonder why jm didn't do the same but then i remember how exactly is his nature. I'll give you an example yrs ago jm went to everyone's solo MV shoot. No one went to jm's but did jm held it against anyone? Did he thought that they didn't come for me so i won't go for them as well? No. He does his things as what he think is he should be doing as a good supportive friend. Same thing this solo era even tho only yg and hsk went to meet him physically jm was the only member who went for each and every member to support them physically. Thing is he cared for jk say as his brother cause jk is same age as his own younger brother. Thought that he should take care of jk like that. It's not just jk that he took care of it's everyone he takes care of that's in his nature to be like everyone's hyung. You should see him with people who are younger than him and how much he gives them comfort and cares for them. Taehyung is same age as him but he still babies taehyung. Just because you are shit to him doesn't mean he's suddenly gonna start acting shit to you again that's in his nature. His astrology says that he's got traits where he tends to give alot to people even if he doesn't get same in return. It's his personality trait.

if jk was 13 then jm was 15 see how old jm is than jk right??

It doens't hurt y'all to accept that jk was brat when he was young, he did got some shitty habits like when he himself said he had a habit like "what's mine is mine and what's yours is also mine" that's a shitty habit to have but with time he understood it's not a good habit and changed it with all the boys being around him. He changed that habit because of those 6 boys around him.

no one ever questions if jk hates taehyung why? Does anyone ever questioned if jk hates hobi? Jk hate jin?? did anyone ever questioned if jk hates any other members? Then why jm??? Cause that's exactly how it looked on the cam (not hate but as if he doens't like being around jm in early yrs). You tell me why the three members said No when they asked if jk likes jm.

I get that the fandom is full of tkkrs and things like these are widely spread by them but then there's actually some content where jk has been mean to jm which anyone can use against them. For example vminkook were doing live and jm said this is my bare face in cam and jk's immediate respose was "ugly right?" Wow such a cool thing to say to someone who's insecure about his looks right goldy??? Have any explanation for these kinda moments??? As i said he himself has given some material where people thought he doesn't like jm and that's when the question was raised and that's why jm also chose the question to ask him whete three members said No. Do you have any explanation why 3 members said No??? I'm all ears please do tell me.

I don't know why you are conflating Adult Jimin with young Jimin- no, young Jimin would not have gone to support people who don't support him, matter fact adult Jimin wouldn't either if he felt bad vibes from the person.

He's not a pushover. He has standards and self respect. I refuse to believe a man who stood up to his best friend and told the one man he claims he loves he was cutting him off would support people who don't support him.

Same person who said he loves those who love them and scream fuck haters on his song??????????

We have very different views of who he is as a person.

He can be very kumbaya but only to a point. To a limit. Push against that limit and you will find out.

Lmao, no one is saying Jungkook wasn't moody angsty bratty as a teen, its something BTS themselves point out over and over and namjoon explained he went through a teenage rebellious phase as well and they all had to learn to deal with that.

The hyungs and Tae have approached this phase with much maturity, empathy and compassion, explaining how Jungkook would cry a lot cos he missed home etc.

We just saying we not gonna hang him demonize him villianiize him for being a normal teenager and for dealing with normal development challenges that comes with being a teen.

All I'm hearing from you is attempts to justify why you hate a teen for his actions towards other teens. You sound like you would make for an abusive parent, a bad teacher and baby sitter- stay away from children. You can't handle them. And pray to God if ever you have children none of them struggle with complex difficult emotions cos you sound like you'd be the kind of parent who would further traumatize them if they do.

You are giving one child is a model child preferred child favorite child because he plays by the book but oh the other is such a bane in your existence.

Do you.

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lonleydweller · 7 months

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🌹BTAS Jervis + Arkham Two-Face with a teen who has autism 🌹

Choose these two as I haven't written for either of them yet! Sorry this took forever. Keep in mind this is all based off my general information on the topic and personal experiences with being neruodivergent! This may not apply to everyone who has autism or other forms of neroudivergencey. Was admittedly rushed a bit at the end because I was excited to post something again.

!Warnings!: slight insensitivity mentioned in Two-Face's Part

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Mad Hatter

●Well, well, even if does take him time to adjust that's just fine! Out of the two he's probably the more informed. After all.. he had to take quite few classes about the human brain. Otherwise how would you hypnotize and control something when you know nothing about it? That simply won't do!

●He'll do his do diligence to do some research if need be, but he prefers asking you personally. After all it's a spectrum! He wants to know how it affects you specifically.

●He won't treat you any differently however, he's simply learning so he can make sure you're comfortable and he dosent trigger any sensory overloads. Learn how your brain works He'd hate to make you uncomfortable!

●Have a hyperfixation? Need to info dump? Special interests? He'll listen to it all gladly. Making sure to listen and engage in the conversation so you know he's listening. He may even pick up a few of your own interests as his own. Hell also most likely feed into them by stealing getting you merchandise, gifts, books, ect relating to the topic. Of course Alice in Wonderland will always reign supreme in his mind.

●He'll be over the moon if you allow him to info dump and ramble about Alice in Wonderland! He can ramble and ramble for hours on end, sometimes leaving little room for conversation.

●When it comes to sensory issues He'll do his best to accommodate you in whatever ways he can. Unless told not to by you yourself.

●If you ever get a sensory overload he's quick to hand you his jacket or hat to hide in and pull you away from whatever is causing it to a much calmer area. He'll give you as much space as you need to calm down! He'll also try his best to avoid causing them himself as well, if a noise he's making or texture is bothering you do tell him!

●If you have any stimming movements or tics, he may be a bit curious but for the most part won't bat an eye or make a fuss! It makes you even more unique after all.

●If anyone makes fun of you or sees you as lesser due to being autistic, he's fuming. No worries, he can certainly change their minds!

●He's pretty good in terms of being a father figure.

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●Now Harvey and Harv aren't entirely ignorant or unaware of what autism is. However, compared to someone say like Jervis, they don't know as much.

●Expect some occasional insensitive comments. Mainly from Harv. He doesn't even realize anything he's saying is insensitive or hurtful. However if you take time to talk to them and explain to them why they shouldn't be saying it, they'll make sure to be more mindful.

●Like Jervis, if he wants know anything else, he'll just ask you. What better source could they get? He won't treat you much differently than he did before. They'll accommodate your needs like they did before. You're still their kid, whether it be adoptive or biological!

●They don't quite get the whole hyperfixation thing. Sure each of them had hobbies, interests, but they've never been all they've thought or talked about. Sometimes they'll get a bit lost in conversations, especially if you're rambling about something neither of them knows anything about. Regardless they listen, he tries to relate, try to get where you're coming from and be engaged.

●If he sees something relating like a show, subject, or whatever in a window shop they'll happily snag it for ya while they're doing their usual crime runs.

●With sensory issues you might haft to remind them occasionally what triggers you and when you're overwhelmed or experiencing a sensory overload. He's quick to have his men, or himself, depending on situation, usher you away from whatever is distressing you. They'll probably end up getting you some noise canceling headphones, weighted blanket, ect, ect. Whatever helps you!

●He's a bit taken off gaurd when you stim, whether it be jumping in one place, shaking your fists, flapping your hands, ect. However they'll get used to it pretty quick.

●If anyone ever pokes fun at you, mocks you, or makes any comments- what do ya know suddenly they're acting all nice and keeping their distance, definitely not out of fear from an altercation!

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#writers on tumblr #dc #dweller's writing #arkhamverse #btas mad hatter #btas #batman arkham series #batman the animated series #Arkham games #Arkham city #Arkham knight #Arkham two face #Arkhamverse two face #btas jervis tetch #Arkham harvet dent #Arkhamverse Harvey dent #harvey dent #Two-Face

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fancifulpurposelesslovely · 24 days

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hello!! I have newly joined the summer sons fandom and if you are in the mood to do some character extrapolation, I’m so curious to know how/if you see Sam and Andrew’s ~dynamic~ progressing post-canon? I read your exchange about the canonical power dynamics between them with another user and I found both of your viewpoints fascinating and insightful so like if it would be fun for you I’d love to hear more! Do you think they ever explicitly acknowledge it between each other? Who do you think brings it up if so? I feel like Andrew would have some complicated shame-adjacent feelings to work through based on what he internalized from Eddie as “appropriate masculinity” if anyone like made him explicitly acknowledge how much he gets out of and enjoys casual submission, but I can’t get a handle on how Sam would think about it? I also feel like Andrew would rather die than bring it up at least in terms of where he is at with his communication skills immediately post-canon. Idk! If it would be interesting for you to think it talk about I would love to hear your thoughts!!

Pretty much one of my favorite topics in general, anon! Just wanted to wait until I had time to sit down at a real keyboard for this.

So I've definitely tried to think about how their relationship and any dynamic might evolve post-canon, and I've got a very quick post on the subject:

And this is largely still my main opinion. I think they're very intelligent and wild and very specifically sheltered in a way that Riley had to break out of for his own sanity a lot earlier than Sam or Andrew did. So Riley would either buy a couple of books online or get some from a library or something, leave them in a bag on Andrew's bed with a note, and hope they never had to speak about Andrew's relationship with Riley's cousin ever again. He might also beg Ethan to jump in and be another source of information on the gays and the intricacies of kink stuff. Not because Ethan is necessarily an expert or involved himself, I think he would just find it interesting and wouldn't have the personal squick about Sam.

(For the record, I think Riley would grab The New Topping Book and The New Bottoming Book by Dossie Easton and Janet Hardy and Paradigms of Power and Negotiating Your Power Dynamic Relationship by Raven Kaldera to start. Or at least, those authors are where I tend to start.)

I do think the almost breaking each other and the general fucking up will be an important part of it all because these boys are not naturally drawn to lengthy verbal communication about their wants, desires, and issues. A lot of it would be done by feel, by vibe, by following body language. Assumptions, wrestling that starts playful and gets to be more, setting up mutual unspoken expectations for each other, then getting pissed/hurt when the other person didn't live up to them 100% of the time because they didn't really know they were supposed to. Sam being slightly too critical of Andrew on a day where Sam is tired and overwhelmed and Andrew is a little fragile, not realizing Andrew would hold onto that for days because Sam "didn't think his opinion mattered that much." (no no that's not personal experience talking, ofc not). Andrew getting in the habit of grabbing Sam refills or new drinks or being the runner for different party chores, then one night just not having the energy or not feeling appreciated and just refusing to do it. Sam and Andrew both not understanding why Sam got so annoyed about it and why their relationship cools down for a couple of days. Little shit like this that's fairly visible from the outside if either of them has a tendency to bitch about it or if you share a living room with them on a regular basis.

I think they do eventually talk about it (this might not be in character for canon and I may have just decided because I want them to, but I'm sticking with it.) I think Andrew would probably read a couple of chapters of the books Riley gave him, panic about it, ignore them for weeks, try again, repeat cycle. I agree that he would have a lot of hang-ups around masculinity and being "like that", but I also think he'd recognize himself and recognize parts of his relationship with Eddie. He'd eventually see that what he and Eddie had been together had been really unhealthy, and maybe it could have been something better and stronger and real, if either of them had ever figured out how to talk about it.

Eventually though, stuff would resonate enough that he'd feel the need to talk to Sam, or he'd be weird about stuff for weeks and Sam would tell him to spill or get over it. So Andrew would bring the books over and try to talk about what Riley had pointed out or what parts of the books were speaking to him, and they'd alternate Andrew being stubborn and recalcitrant and blushy/interested, and Sam would probably laugh it off at first but when that clearly hurt Andrew's feelings, he'd try to hear him out. Sam would chase the blushes and the interest, but he'd probably have complicated feelings about being explicitly asked to lead Andrew in this way. On the one hand I think it would feel like another responsibility that he's being asked to shoulder, but on the other I think he could come to recognize that this is the kind of relationship he wants and that he's wanted to build before without having the words for it. And I think he would recognize what it does for Andrew and what Andrew' submission could mean for him (Sam). Picking up one responsibility in exchange for being able to put down others. Feeling cared for and appreciated even as he cares for Andrew.

I think after talking about it they'd still fuck up sometimes. I think they'd still feel weird about drawn out explicit negotiations and there would be a lot of joking and a little arguing and maybe substances to get through some of those vulnerable conversations. It would take time and patience.

One of my fics gives a pretty explicit example of how I think kink/power would play into their relationship later (be warned, it's entirely a piss kink fic, we blame mark.) Another fic plays a little bit more with the abstract and the subtle undertones.

Did this answer the question? I went all over the place with it. Thanks for giving me reasons to think about it again!!!

#summer sons #writing #andrew blur #sam halse #power dynamics #kink discussion #character exploration #asks #anon

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can I make a request to read emmets side of this?

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/onestepbackwards/686860614202687488?source=share

Like maybe write out his perspective and his reactions to coming through bigger then expected. Mostly I'm just super curious for and actually in character write up of what he's thinking/hoping/adapting kinda thing.

And if you like/want his reaction to Reader being down to make good on her promise. Can't help but imagine he'd be a gigantic tease to get them back for the months of teasing he suffered through lol.

Hello Anon! Sorry this took forever to come out. I uh, ended up getting kinda carried away with writing Emmet’s perspective to being small instead, on top of the spice. Oops. That, and it was supposed to be finished a week ago, but I got sick again. （＞人＜；） But! It’s juuuust over 6000 words, so I hope you still enjoy! The original prompt and post had stuff written by Bitty anon! Please check out the original post as well to see the amazing stuff they wrote and sent in for that ask. A lot of stuff here is based on it! ヾ(•ω•`)o CW: Smut, size difference, verrry slight breeding kink if you squint, self aware characters, slight obsessive character, female reader Word Count: 6034 words

Emmet wasn’t sure what to feel. On one hand, he did it! He made it to your home! It took so long. A lot of planning, and learning to understand the code that made the world around him. It took just as long to figure out how to breach your reality, and enter it. But he did it! …At a price, though it seems. When he had crawled out of the screen into your world, he immediately had taken notice just how… big everything was. Were you naturally this big? A giant? He almost couldn’t believe his eyes. Perhaps you were a god? It was something that he had considered. Perhaps he had been right? This must have been your room. He stood on a bed, and the room was filled with all sorts of personal items. Posters, clothes, figurines… Then his eyes landed on the device which he entered from. He recognized it instantly. It was a DS. He had one in his own world. Was he from a game? It would make a lot of sense, now that he thought about it. A lot of sense. The code, the strategy, the restrictions, you controlling an avatar of sorts. Before he could dwell on it though, you had entered the room. Your eyes landed on him, and you froze, before walking up to him curiously. Though you jumped when turned to you, and spoke. “Hello! I am Emmet!” You jumped away from the bed, startled. Fearing you were scared of him, Emmet quickly tried to calm you down, and explain who he was, and where he was from. When your eyes flickered between him and the DS, it finally sat in that he was here. That this was real. Even if he was just short of a foot tall, he was happy to be here, and finally be with you!

Though you can only stare at him wide eyed and confused, a look of shock on your features. “I-I just… I didn’t know! I didn’t know you could hear me, or that you were aware! I just- I- oh god…” You seemed panicked, and Emmet felt his stomach drop. Before he could say anything, or reassure you, you covered your face, and left the room. Emmet felt his words choke up in his throat, and tears threatening to fall. His stomach was in knots, and he sat on your bed. Of course it wouldn’t be this easy. He had been a fool to just assume that you would agree without a second thought. Perhaps he had gotten so worked up on getting out of here, and getting to you, he had neglected all the possibilities that could happen. Sure, he had hoped you would welcome him with open arms, and accept him without question. You both would kiss, and confess your love for one another, and have a night of fun. Then you would live together, happily ever after. But life doesn’t always work like that. He should have known. Especially seeing he was from a game. And that, you know, he was the size of a doll. That put a wrench in things, even if you had accepted him like he had dreamed. Emmet sighed, burying his face in his knees. He loved you. He would never stop loving you. But this hurt. How would he even explain this to you, if you weren’t willing to hear him out? Leaving him here like this? Though it seemed he had someone looking out for him. Before he could dwell on this too long, you had appeared, seeming much more put together than when you first saw him. You quickly apologized, and seemed rather flustered. You had said all those things about him, because you never thought he would hear them. That he wasn’t real. You were in love with the idea of him, essentially. You never expected him to break reality and see you, wanting to be with you. He could accept that, he supposed. Thinking about it now, that was a lot to suddenly stomach. He probably would have had to take a moment as well. You were a bit embarrassed, and still quite flustered. But you said something that gave Emmet hope. That all of this wasn’t for nothing. You were willing to try. Sending him back left a bad taste in your mouth, and you apparently really wanted to get to know him. The real him. Learn his likes, dislikes, and if you were compatible. Emmet felt his hopes rise. It was a start! He could work with this! Even if it meant you two would just be friends, he was willing to take anything you were willing to give. Even if it was a small chance. He almost wanted to cry from relief.

After that, things slowly fell into a rhythm of sorts. It was awkward at first, as you both tried to get used to each other. That, and the issue of Emmet’s size. Though you genuinely tried to treat him with respect, and like a person. It could have been so easy just to treat him like a doll or a toy, but you made the effort. It was something that made Emmet fall for you just a little more. That, and you were helping him figure himself out. Realizing he came from a game, eventually the dawning horror of him not actually existing set in. How his personality was nothing more than what the code had allowed. You remained positive though, insisting to help him find out more about himself. Stuff he could like, or dislike. He appreciated it. How much you cared, and how you were patient with him. That, and you made an effort not to baby him, either. It was one thing he hated, people not taking him seriously, and babying him. He knew it would be so easy for you to do so, with him being a few inches tall. But you tried not to. He noticed you made an effort not to treat him like that. It nearly made him cry when he would think about it. He was so lucky to have you. As you both settled into a rhythm though, Emmet found his feelings didn’t fade. In fact, they only became stronger. You still cared so much for him, when you didn’t have to. He got to see a side of you he didn’t even get to see in his world. He treasured these parts you would show to him dearly. He felt happy you trusted him enough to even show such sides. Eventually, he felt as if what you two had was more than friendship. Though not yet entirely romantic. There was tension, no doubt about it, and he could feel your eyes linger on him when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. Then the compliments started. It was subtle. Telling him how nice he looked that day, or how funny he was. When he didn’t tell you to stop. You seemed to get more confident.

Telling him how much you loved his smile, or how beautiful his eyes were… Just like when he was in the game, you managed to fluster him with all the sweet words and compliments. Everything you said to him, only made his heart pound. You were beginning to like him! You must be! Then there was the physical affection. You already held him often, but now you seemed to never want to let him go. You loved holding him in your hands, or on your shoulders. You even hugged him often! And then one day, you kissed him. Well, sort of. You kissed the top of his head. Regardless! You still kissed him! He had been over the moon all evening! You didn’t slow down, either. After that, you seemed more inclined to kiss his head, or even his back sometimes! It was hard to ignore the obvious. You had developed real feelings for him. Feelings he happily accepted. You were eager to give him more after that. Your lewd comments returned, and you’d say them every so often. How much you loved his body, how sexy his smirk was, how you loved his teasing. But it had started to get to Emmet, if he was being honest. Not you or your words! He could never be upset at you! However, the situation he was in, being so small… It frustrated him. Not just the normal things that came with being around a foot tall, such as needing help everywhere, or having to hide from other humans. He was frustrated in his lack of being able to do anything. Lacking the ability to initiate and take some control. When he dreamed about you, he had dreamed of holding you close, kissing you, touching you. Being your size. He wanted to run his hands over your body, spin you and dip you into a kiss, spread your legs, all for him. He couldn’t. He had no control, and he hated it. You seemed to pick up on this as well. How he seemed distant somewhat when it came to affection. You would look at him, almost as if you were planning something, though he couldn’t say what. Not long afterwards, you seemed excited, almost eager for something. When he had asked about it, you simply smiled, and said it was a surprise for him. He just had to be patient. It was asking a lot of him, he had never been a patient person. For you, however, he’d do anything. So he waited.

Thankfully, a week later, you had seemed excited. The surprise had arrived in the mail. Curious, he was eager to see what you had ordered, though had been confused when you showed him a bunch of cables. “I had an idea. What if your size is directly tied to what you use to crawl out of?” You began. Emmet looked at you with a tilt of his head. “Could you explain?” You only seemed to get more excited. “I did some digging, and found some wires to project the screen of the DS onto the TV! I figured, if you were that size crawling out of the DS, you might be bigger if you crawled out of something else, like a computer or a TV screen!” It suddenly clicked in Emmet’s mind what you were trying to do. You were giving him the chance to possibly be big in your world. Normal size. Human sized. He felt his hands shake at the idea. It excited him, but… He also felt his heart clench in his chest. Emmet didn’t want to go back into the game. The whole time he had been here, not once had you asked or made him do so. He didn’t exactly want to go back, either. That world, even though it is his own, wasn't real. The pain of being reminded that his brother and his friends, even his pokemon, were all fake. They had no idea they were code, just strings of numbers made to entertain another reality. He hated it. As much as he wanted his brother here, and his friends, he had no idea how to make them like him. Not that he didn’t try, of course, but Ingo would only look at him as if he was crazy. When you would play, he would assume his role, acting like a puppet, unaware everything they said was preprogrammed. Nor did he want to risk messing with Ingo’s code. He couldn’t bear the thought of causing his brother harm by trying to make him aware. So, he had stayed out, and he wasn’t exactly comfortable with the thought of going back in.

You told him he didn’t have to if he really didn’t want to, but you would be willing to set it up if he was willing to try. Emmet eventually made the decision to try. He may as well. If it didn’t work, then he could come back out, and you both could go do something else. But he wouldn’t lie. The idea was tempting. If this really worked, then he would be taller. He could finally hold you and kiss you properly. Not to mention, do all those things you had mentioned doing with him, long before he even left the DS. He would try it. For you, and the possibility of being tall again. He missed being tall. When you had set everything up, he reluctantly crawled back into the device, wincing when he landed back in Gear Station. He loved this place. It had been his whole life. But it felt so empty. None of the people here were real, all following a set path as they walked back and forth, or just stood around. It made his heart hurt. So he heard you give the signal, he was quick to leave. He climbed out, just like he had the first time, though let out a shocked yell when he fell to the floor. Quickly gathering his bearings, he stood up, and gazed around your room. It was immediately obvious how much smaller everything was. He easily towered over everything. It was a bit disorienting at first, having spent months around your things, and being so small. However, his look around the room ended when his eyes landed on you. You were so excited, practically vibrating in place. And you were shorter. A lot shorter. Just how tall was he? He took a glance at his hands and body, catching a glimpse of himself in one of your mirrors. Holy hell, he was big. Verrry big. He was still proportionate, from what he could tell, much like when he had been smaller. His head though, it nearly hit the ceiling with how tall he was now. Oh yeah, he was not just under 7 feet anymore. Emmet felt himself grow excited as he looked over himself. There was so much he could do now! Help around the house, cook for you, scoop you up in his arms, eat actually proportionate meals-! Oh, there was so much to do! So many things to try!

Hell, he could actually wear normal sized clothes now! Another thought then entered his mind. He could go places with you too! Being a few inches tall, he always had to stay behind when you went out, whether it be for shopping, or for work. He could accompany you now! Sure, he would probably have to buy some new clothes. Couldn’t exactly go out in his uniform, as much as he loved it. You had stressed he couldn’t go out as such unless they were pretending he was a cosplayer. But that was fine! Yup! Anything to be able to go out with you now! He really took being normal height for granted. He would never do so again if he could help it. He then looked back to you, and your eyes met his own. Before he could react, you ran at him, and leaped into his arms. You both tumbled to the ground with a laugh, and Emmet felt his heart swell as you straddled his lap. He could hold you. He could hold you. He felt tears pricking his eyes as his smile widened. Emmet wanted to pull you closer, but you separated from him. Your smile was wide, mirroring his own. Before he could do anything, or say anything, you leaned in. Your lips met his, and he melted against you, holding you close. He was kissing you. After all this time, he finally got to properly kiss you! Both of you stayed together like that, lips only leaving the other’s to take a breath, only to dive back in. It was addicting. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop on his own. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. Eventually you broke the kiss, and leaned back. You grabbed his hat, and placed it on your head. He couldn’t help but laugh at how big it was on you, though you didn’t seem to mind. Though his eyes widened a tad when your hands went to his coat, and gently began to push it off his shoulders. “Now, how about that coat?” You asked, a smirk on your face. It took a moment for the words to register in his head, before it all came crashing down on him in realization. Oh. He could do so much more than just hug you. Emmet was practically salivating at the thought, and eagerly began to remove his coat for you. His grin threatened to split his face in two with how big it had grown at the realization.

“Here.” He spoke, handing it to you, which you happily took. Though, you gave him a grin, gently setting it to the side. “Darling?” He asked, and you shushed him. “Did you want to see me in only your coat and hat?” You asked. Emmet bit his lip in anticipation, and his breath hitched in his throat when you began to take off your shirt. He had seen you shirtless a few times, though he hadn’t gotten to act, being so small. That, and those were situations where you weren’t in a mood. Not that he blamed you, of course. This though, this was different. He could look and touch.

You unclasp your bra, and the pesky undergarments are tossed to the side. Emmet’s eyes took in everything you were willing to give, though he pouted when you smacked his hands away from your chest. “Not yet.” You teased, and Emmet swore a growl was forming at the back of his throat. He was so tired of waiting. But this would be worth it. He had always wanted to see you naked in his coat and hat, ever since you mentioned it while he still lived in the DS. And for you? Anything was worth it. You didn’t put on his coat just yet, and raised your hips, placing them on your pants. “Would you like to help?” You asked, and his hands were over yours in less than a second. He helped you ease out of your pants, and sharply inhaled when your core became visible. Oh how he couldn’t wait. This was almost torture. Taking off your pants, and kicking them off somewhere to the side, you happily sat back down on his lap. Emmet’s hands were shaking, and his pants were becoming incredibly tight. You paid no mind, and finally grabbed his coat, and slowly slipped it on, making a show of it.

Emmet could feel himself wanting to drool. You were finally naked for him, all but his hat and coat, sitting on his lap. He couldn’t look away. Arceus you were so hot. He wanted to ravish you. There was so much he wanted to do. So much he could do. You simply gave him a smile, the desire in your eyes making the knot in his gut even tighter. He licked his lips. “So, Subway Boss, looking for a ride?” You asked. Emmet couldn’t help but giggle. It was so cheesy, but he didn’t care. His grin wavered from excitement. “Oh yes! I’m verrry much looking forward to it.” He spoke, feeling his heart hammering in his chest. Before you could make another comment however, he grabbed your hips, and lifted you off the ground. You let out a squeak, wrapping your legs and arms around him as he carried you to the bed. Laying you down, you couldn’t help but let out a squeal when he practically hopped on top of you, caging you in under him. Oh. You were verrry small compared to him now. Emmet knew he was a tall man, but he felt even bigger here, and he loved it. He couldn’t help but shudder at how cute and tiny you looked beneath him. And now he had you all to himself. His grin almost hurt at this point when another thought entered his head.

You had done nothing but tease him since he had become aware of your existence. Then after you two became close, those teasing words soon came back. “I’m going to wreck you.” He whispered, and your eyes widened as he dived in for a kiss. You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him as close as possible. You were just as desperate for him as he has been for you. Without any hesitation, he began to remove his clothes. His shirt was quickly unbuttoned, and tossed to the side. Briefly, you broke the kiss to admire his body, and he could feel himself heating up. Your attention like this… It was addicting. How you made him feel so powerful and confident, just by giving him a look of want. He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to wreck you. It was looong overdue. You briefly reach up to touch him, but he ends up grabbing your hands. He briefly kisses the palms of your hands, before putting them back down. A small, soft reassurance. You pouted as he put your hands away, no doubt wanting to touch. Cute. “Soon, darling.” He promised, though his smile was teasing. His hands traveled downward, and hovered above his pants for a moment. Your eyes never left him, entranced as you enjoyed the small show. Finally, he began to unbuckle his belt, and unbutton his pants. You could only watch as he slid them down, freeing his leaking cock for you to see. Emmet could feel himself grow a tad hotter at your staring. Seeing how this was affecting you… Emmet needed more. He couldn’t wait to stuff you full. Quickly squirming out of his pants completely, he tossed them to the side, before settling in between your legs. Both of you were quiet for a moment, eyeing the other, and admiring each other. You were so cute like this. With his hat on, and his giant coat engulfing your form. He could feel himself twitching in excitement.

Licking his lips, he bent down, and kissed you once again. It was gentle at first, albeit needy. You seem to only want more.

Emmet then changed tracks. Breaking away from your lips, he gently kissed and nipped down to your chin, kissing up your jawline. As you began to squirm, he simply grabbed your arms, and pinned them above you with a hand.

Oh yeah. He was bigger than he should be, and he was going to milk this opportunity for all it’s worth.

You let out a small noise in protest with your arms being pinned, but made no move or words to fight it. He took that as a signal to continue.

He began to gently kiss at your neck, slowly making his way down to your collarbone. You began to make cute little sighs, only to moan and thrust your hips when he bit down and began to suck.

Emmet had wanted to leave a hickey on you since he first saw you. He wasn’t going to waste this opportunity.

After he tasted blood, he backed off, gently licking at the wound in apology. Though he couldn’t help but feel you didn’t mind with how you were moaning.

His kisses didn’t stop at your collar. Emmet could only keep going, until he reached your chest. He pulled back a bit to admire your tits, and reached forward with his free hand.

Fingers fluttered over your chest, before he grabbed a nipple between his finger, and lightly pinched and tugged.

Your reaction was immediate. In response to his touch, you arched your back with a choked cry.

“E-Emmet!” You called out, breathless.

His grin widened.

Upping the ante, he eagerly leaned forward, lips latching onto your other nipple. His tongue rolling over the pebbled bud, and gently sucking. His other hand pinched and lightly tugged at your nipple, making sure to give it as much as attention as it’s twin.

You let out a breathless gasp, arching your back even more, lightly thrashing against Emmet’s hold.

“Em! Em please!”

He simply hummed around your perked bud, ignoring your pleas. He wouldn’t deny it, he was enjoying your reactions, just as much as he was enjoying exploring your body.

Though he would admit, he was getting impatient. His cock was so hard. It was beginning to get a bit painful. He wanted to bury himself deep inside you. Make you his.

But not yet.

Nipping a bit at your nipple, Emmet giggled as another round of pleas left your mouth. Eventually, he let up.

He let go of your hands, and you reached out, gripping your hands on his shoulders. As much as you wanted to touch him, you didn’t want to be pinned again. No doubt he would do it.

Which he would happily do so. He found he liked watching you writhe and squirm beneath him.

His hands brushed over your chest, giving the mounds a few squeezes, before moving to your sides. Slowly, they slid down to your hips.

Meanwhile, he focused on kissing between your tits, and began moving slowly down your stomach.

You could only gasp and mewl, asking for more.

When he reached your pelvis, he simply hovered above for a moment, his thumbs rubbing circles along your hips. You thrust your hips upward, desperate for more.

Emmet only tsk’d, and passed over where you wanted him the most, and began to kiss up your thighs.

“Emmet-!” You cried out, your hips lifting in response.

“Shh…” he hushed you against your skin, and gently bit down on your thigh. You gave another cry, which was music to Emmet’s ears.

All worked up, and he hadn’t even touched your core yet.

He wiggled, wanting to get some friction himself. He couldn’t help that he was eager.

But he had to prepare you. If he was really bigger than what he had been originally, well…

He cast a glance downward, eyes nearly wide with surprise.

Not to toot his own horn, but Emmet already was above average in the size department.

But now… he was certainly a bit bigger than before. He would need to prepare you thoroughly to ensure your comfort and safety. Though he couldn’t help but salivate at the implications. He couldn’t wait to feel you clench around him. His smile wavered again against your tender skin, and he gave your thigh another nip. You cried out. When he moved away, he couldn’t help but smugly admire the marks on your skin. He would definitely be looking at them more later. But you were beginning to get impatient yourself, and he was growing antsy. His eyes traveled to your cunt, and he almost vibrated in anticipation. “Emmet…” you whined again, your hips wiggling against his grip. “I have to prepare you, darling.” He teased, and moved his hand to run a finger through your dripping slit. He ran the finger up from your clenching hole, all the way to your clit.

You gripped his shoulders tight, shaking. “Oh! Emmet! Emmet please!” You begged, eyes hazy. Emmet couldn’t help but coo at you. You were so cute, desperate like this. So hungry for his cock.

His finger hovered over your hole a moment more, before pushing into your warm, wet heat. Both Emmet and you moaned at the intrusion. Emmet bit his lip to ground himself. So warm! So wet! So tight! He could feel himself going mad, all from just pushing one digit inside you! Carefully, he began to curl the digit, trying to spread you open. He could feel your fingernails digging into his shoulder, and you were panting. After a few moments, he comfortably pushed a second digit in. With two of his large fingers inside, he began to really stretch you open. Scissoring you open, and curling his digits inside you, he watched, pleased with how you became undone from his hand alone. Your eyes were unfocused, and your mouth was open in an ‘o’ as you ground your hips against his hand as much as possible.

Emmet was definitely enjoying the show. Though another idea popped in his head. As he pushed a third finger in you, he pressed his palm firmly against your clit. You howled. Emmet watched in glee as your eyes crossed, and you let out another cry as you humped against his fingers and palm, the pressure enough to pull you into an orgasm. The subway boss was mesmerized. You clenched down on his fingers with a silent scream, gripping his shoulders so tight, he was sure to have bruises. To him, it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. Leaning down, Emmet gently kissed you, whispering sweet nothings as you came down from your high. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, overall. You happily held him close, running your hand through his hair as you panted. You seemed to be soaking up the attention, and Emmet could only sigh content as he felt your fingers through his hair. “Darrrling~” He called out, nuzzling against your cheek. “May I continue?” He asked. If you needed longer, he wasn’t going to push you. Your pleasure and safety was just as important as his! You let out a mewl, and he felt you clench around his fingers, which were still inside you. “Please! I want you!” You moaned out. Emmet gave a kiss under your jaw, before sitting back. “As you wish.” With that, he pulled out his finger, and made direct eye contact with you. Slowly, he brought his fingers to his mouth, and licked them one by one. He giggled at your lustful expression, and the cute whine you made.

“We have all night, darling. I just wanted a taste before the main event.” He said with a wink, and brought his hips closer. His cock, hot and heavy, settled on your pelvis, and you could only stare wide eyed. You licked your lips, and Emmet swore he felt himself twitch. This was going to be a tight fit. Slowly, he aligned himself at your entrance, and lightly thrusted forward a few times. His cock missed a few times, sliding against your folds and catching your clit, causing you to moan out. After a few more tries, his cock finally caught your hole, and he began to push in. He couldn’t help but sigh, and his eyes crossed from the pleasure. He had only slipped the head in! You weren’t much better, your legs wrapping around his waist, panting heavy once more. Biting his lip, Emmet began to thrust inch by inch inside. You were just so tight, he was worried he might bust if he wasn’t careful. After what felt like hours, though was only a few minutes, he finally managed to bottom out. Emmet felt himself shaking from the pleasure and experience. He was finally here with you, connected to you in the most intimate way possible, just like he had dreamed. Emmet held your hips for a moment, and tried to steady himself, and give you time to adjust. He could feel himself twitching and panting. “So tight… So warm…” He moaned out, feeling just how snug his cock was inside you. He swore, the head of his cock was easily pressing right against your cervix! Not only that, but Emmet nearly screamed when he noticed your pelvis. There was a noticeable bulge, showing just where he cock was seated within you. It made Emmet dizzy, and the image was burned in his mind. You let out a small whimper, and Emmet’s eyes landed on you. Your face was flushed, and eyes were blown. “Emmet…” You whispered. “Y-Yes, darling?” He asked, albeit his voice strained. You pulled him as close as you could with your legs, and wiggled your hip, causing Emmet to gasp. “Move.” Who was he to deny you? Slowly, but incredibly eager, Emmet began to pull out. He nearly cursed as his cock managed to rub against every inch of your walls. When the head of his dick remained, he stopped. He shakily exhaled, and gripped your hips a little tighter. You let out a small keen. In one thrust, he quickly sheathed himself back in. You let out a squeal, and Emmet started a rhythm. It was fast and brutal as he pistoned into you. Emmet didn’t even try to slow down. With how you were clenching around him, and how he hit you so deep-! “Oh… Darling! So good!” He cried out, unable to stop his hips. So good! The pleasure was so intense! He could feel drool threatening to dribble out of his mouth from the feeling! It was so much! He couldn’t stop! He didn’t want to stop!

“Emmet! Faster! Harder!”

He didn’t even have to think twice, his hips moving on their own.

He could already feel himself beginning to slip. The coil in his gut was quickly beginning to tighten. There was no doubt in his mind he would cum soon. Though you certainly didn’t look any better. He could feel you beginning to clench around him a bit, enough to make his head spin.

Then you let out a gasp, and wrapped your arms around him tightly.

“I’m! I’m gonna-!” Emmet made a noise between a growl and a purr. “Cum! Cum around my cock, darling!” He told you, though it came out almost like a beg. Your eyes rolled back in your head, and you gave out a loud cry. Emmet cursed as you clenched tightly around his cock, trying to milk him dry. “Darling! I… Can I…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence. His brain was too focused on chasing his high. He was going to cum! He couldn’t hold back for much longer, nor did he want to. Would you let him cum inside? Oh how he hoped so. He wanted to mark you as his for so long, and cumming inside would be the perfect way to do so. Thankfully, you seemed to get what he was asking, and locked your legs around his waist tightly.

“Yes. Please.” You managed to choke out between his thrusts, and Emmet let himself go. He let out a groan, and threw his head back, seeing white as his orgasm hit him like a tidal wave.

His cock twitched inside you, and he felt load after load of cum coat your insides. He thrusted as deep as possible, stilling his hips so keep as much of his seed as deep inside you as he could. It was so much. He didn’t think he had ever cum this much before… Emmet’s grip on your hips was bruising, he was sure, but he couldn’t help it. He was shaking and twitching, and his grip was the only thing keeping him from collapsing. Panting hard, he almost missed how you began to pull yourself up closer to him. “Haa… I love you, Emmet. I love you so much…” You whispered in his ear, seemingly just as shaky as he was. Your words however, struck a chord in him, and his heart felt like it could burst from affection. Emmet purposely crashed into your chest, making you squeal as he gently laid on top of you. He nuzzled against your face and neck, littering it with kisses. “I love you too, darling! So perfect for me.” He spoke. He wondered if he had hearts in his eyes with how much love he felt for you. Everything he had wanted for so long, he finally had. He held you for a moment, before wiggling his hips a bit, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. Emmet’s head peeked out from your neck, and he gave you a grin. The look on your face showed you had a feeling you knew what he was about to ask. “Want to go again?” You licked your lips, and Emmet could feel himself shake in excitement. You ran a hand through his hair, and Emmet sighed at the action. “Yes. I would love to.” Emmet’s grin widened. They could worry about his huge size later. He had an evening with you to continue.

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