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desceros · 4 months

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Re: ableism w/Symphony Donnie: Definitely some internalized ableism but I think that’s unfortunately due to not many people knowing what exactly neurodivergence looks like and how people with it processes things differently.

Like, honestly, my biggest gripe was the recording and even that, for the SPECIFIC context of this story and Donnie as a character, it makes sense. Does it make it right? No, but if Donnie never had to think about these things before, for him it’s the same as recording everything to protect his family. Just something he does.

Also, even though my heart broke with Reader’s at her realization, MULTIPLE times reader has said Donnie says what he means and even at the beginning with the “I like you” thing I was like, “Girl, I’m going to need you to define the relationship with him.”

And I think, with Leo, even when writer’s do write him as neurodivergent, what I’ve read always has him as the he better masker whether it’s explicitly said or not. Idk if Symphony Leo is neurodivergent or not but STILL, reader has picked up that he’s good with masking which usually comes off as charming or “easy breezy beautiful cover girl”.

Idk, maybe because I know a lot of people like Donnie irl but if anything I was more frustrated at the obvious miscommunication between both of them than him directly, because as reader said, she projected her feelings on to him when he’s been super direct with his intentions.

Basically, there are sometimes where I wish people would just realize that processing the same thing between two people doesn’t always look the same and that one isn’t necessarily bad.

well-said, anon-chan!

edit: this got SPOILER!! HEAVY!! for chap. 22 and also soooo long so i'm going to tuck it under a cut. but here's some meta on symphony to explore this a bit since it's something that's very important to me and also... pretty critical to the fic itself! i don't typically like explaining myself outside of the text and letting the fic itself speak but. hm. i suppose i shall let it slide for today!

as you all have hopefully noticed by now, as an author, i like to be. hm. more subtle with things. i prefer to tuck things away versus having things be blatant in the text. and this is kind of coming back to bite me a little with donnie and his neurodivergence, i suspect.

i've tried pretty hard to make it contextually obvious that donnie's autistic. i've all but used the word. the way he behaves and communicates is heavily autism-coded.

meanwhile, the story is from viola-chan's pov, and she's neurotypical-coded (well. as much as i, an adhd-riddled autistic cat in a trenchcoat can manage).

as a result, she doesn't... pick up on donnie's problems with communication. not right away. but here, in this chapter, we see where she finally figures out what their issue has been the entire time:

…Oh. Oh god. He really doesn’t get it. You’d known, of course, that Donnie wasn’t great with people. That he doesn’t communicate well. He doesn’t pick up on cues, or use them himself. No wonder he’s always so frank in his language, you realize. No wonder he’s so comforted by the firm rigidities of science. No wonder he looked so lost. No wonder he was so perplexed.

then, she puts that into practice by being specific and precise with how she talks. and we see that she now knows how to communicate with him in a way that works for both of them. and it works for them:

God; it’s like—a breath of fresh air, you think, staring at him in a little bit of awe. It’s so easy to talk to him, now that you’re just… letting it all out. Being honest. Frank. Infuriating that you hadn’t done this earlier. Feeling your irritation deflate, you nod. “…Okay. You just—need an explanation. Clarification.” “Yes, please,” Donnie gushes, fretting a little.

it's going to take some work. she still takes things he says personally and extrapolates past them (the whole "leo being an important person" thing). but she immediately nips it in the bud and is like. no. we're not doing that anymore. so, going forward, her relationship with donnie is one that's built on learning how to develop this open communication.

of course, it's not perfect, because they're human. donnie twisting her arm into still talking to him by calling in the favor is shitty behavior. a desperate bid to keep someone close that, for some reason, he can't imagine being without. not cool. the recordings of them having sex were shitty behavior to us, people who Know Better. but when violist-chan said 'hey, that's not cool, don't do that' and donnie was given a reason why not to, he just says ok. he might not understand ("but i record everything"). but he acknowledges that there's a concern there, and he agrees to be more conscientious in the future (having a consent sheet).

now then, let's look at leo's behavior in comparison.

donnie's biggest fault was that he didn't know to check in and make sure they were on the same page with everything. leo's fault, on the other hand, is purposeful, manipulative, and cruel. his open admission that he's been manipulating her from the beginning. manipulating donnie. lying to her.

to me, this is much, much worse than what donnie did. even knowing that at some point he starts developing friendly feelings towards her—and some of their interactions were indeed genuine!—i'm with violist-chan here. i'm not going to be digging through every one trying to parse out which ones were real and which ones were him being a dickhead. they're all tainted by the stain of betrayal.

also. because it has come up in a different ask that i will be publishing probably tomorrow bc of spoiler reasons: someone said something to the effect of 'why didn't he just not say anything? he could have taken that to his grave. how selfish'. i will remind you of a conversation between violist-chan and leo that happened in the previous chapter:

“Most of all, he’s honest,” you keep going, tangling your fingers together, staring down at the way they knot at your waist. “If he says something, I can take it at face value. There’s no hidden meaning. Nothing deeper. If he says something feels good, I know it feels good. If he says he likes something, he likes it. If he doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like it. If he asks for something, I don’t need to ask if he’s sure. He asks, so he’s sure. It—It’s a breath of fresh air. If I want to know what he’s thinking, really thinking, all I have to do is ask. And...” [...] Leo’s still as stone for a few moments longer, looking at you like he’s trying to decide if he wants to say something; but finally he relaxes and comes back to you himself. Reaching out, he flicks your forehead, causing you to wince and rub at it.

i think... leo maybe wouldn't have ever said anything about it. but then you said this. how donnie matters to you because he's honest. there's nothing deeper with him. it's all at face value. you never have to worry about what he's doing, what he's thinking. and that i think... really messed with leo. because he knows he hasn't been honest with you. you can't trust what he says at face value. you do have to worry about what he's doing. and for you to say that that's the main thing you love about donnie—it messed with him. so, even though he knew it would jeapordize the relationship with you, even knowing he wanted to put this off for as long as he could, even though, even though, he decides he has to tell you. he has to come clean.

so even though it feels like shitty, selfish behavior... it's actually him trying to do right by her for a change. to conform to what she looks for in a relationship (both romantic and platonic). it just... didn't go over so well, predictably. most people don't like hearing that not one, but two of their most precious relationships were built on a foundation of misunderstandings or lies.

side note. i do headcanon leo as having adhd that primarily manifests itself as an inattentive form. i don't suspect it has much to do with his behavior here... save perhaps for some possible rsd being triggered when violist-chan is like 'ok actually go fuck yourself i'm out of here.' i don't find it particularly relevant to the discussion of ableism, in this context.

so anyway. long post aside. it's... interesting to me. to see people saying 'actually fuck both donnie and leo equally!!! bleh bleh bleh!!!!' i don't know that it's. hm. active ableism. i'm certainly not accusing anyone of the sort. but it is, at the very least, indicative to me that there are a lot of people who don't read into the text as deeply as perhaps i would like on certain character traits, if i had a magic wand to wave.

....and also perhaps just ableism, haha.

#ask tag #symphony tag #rare desceros meta post #symphony meta

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autisticgirliesbracket · 1 year

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What makes Baru Cormorant from The Masquerade Series the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

- Bracket art created by @anthyiess, used with permission. Baru-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a digital drawing of Baru holding a masquerade half-mask away from her own face. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"her canon low empathy swag whenever she tries 2 flirt she will just explain trade economics untill the woman shes talking to becomes enamoured with her whenever she sees a flock of birds she needs 2 count em (i also do this)"

"low empathy girl swag my favorite repressed lesbian accountant"

"For context, Baru Cormorant is the protagonist of a dark fantasy series about resistance to a vast trade empire. Baru's homeland was colonized by said empire, and Baru decides to join the empire in order to gain enough power within it to free her home. She ends up becoming an imperial accountant and is sent to a remote colony to suppress a brewing rebellion. As the series progresses, Baru becomes more deeply involved with both action against the empire and the empire itself, and has to make a lot of difficult choices. Baru is the most compassionate and authentic depiction of an autistic character who is "low empathy" and struggles to understand/relate to other people's emotions I've ever encountered in fiction. She is very blunt and logic-driven. She tends to view things through the lens of topics she already has a lot of understanding and enthusiasm for (i.e., math and economics) and has trouble with things that don't fit that mold. For example, at one point she begins to realize that other people also have complex inner lives (her low empathy swag!!!) and could only understand/convey this concept by comparing it to hashing (a one-way function, where a specific input will always result in the same output, but that output is not exclusive and may be shared with other inputs. So you can understand that any person you see was shaped by particular experiences or "input", but you can't always tell what those experiences were just by looking at the "output"). Baru struggles with social interactions (outside of the context of power struggle mind games), frequently missing "obvious" subtext in ordinary conversations. Baru can come off as "emotionless" but is shown to feel very deeply, particularly being motivated by deep love and grief throughout the series. She infodumps to people for fun and to express affection; for example at one point she decided to start courting someone and went about that by telling her a bunch of fun facts. There's also at least one scene where she gets overwhelmed and bites herself to calm down, which is a really common stim that I'd never seen depicted in fiction before! Due to the series' historic-inspired fantasy setting, terminology differs from the real world, and words like "autistic" are never used in the series. However, Baru is described as a "savant" by her imperial mentor, a term that in the real world has heavy association with autism. In summary, Baru is so thoroughly autistic-coded that I believe that she was intentionally meant to be read as such and personally count her as "canon rep". Particularly, Baru displays many common autistic traits that are rarely portrayed sympathetically in fiction, much less for characters who are also explicitly written as women of color. Her autistic swag is so massive, reading the books made me realize I'm autistic. I love her. Also she's canon lesbian. Thank you for your time."

"Baru’s canonical biggest character flaw is forgetting that other people also have thoughts feelings and agendas just like she does and her special interest is finance i love my low empathy bestie <3"

"Hiiii she is the most autistic narrator of all time. I don’t have the time to pull text but just trust me on this. Low empathy swag she’s just like me for real the way she connects with other people her special interests in birds and stars the way her mind works she gets me so well. Autistic swag. Also she’s pulled like 6 bad bitches with it"

"Had to have it explained to her that other people have inner lives and motivations just like she does one time. Low empathy queen"

"DIversity win! Your math savant with bad people skills is a lesbian!" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #baru cormorant #the masquerade

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transmascwillbyers · 1 year

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I don't know if someone has said this before, or if it even needs to be said, but I feel like there's something so interesting about the contrast between how Will and Mike deal with (i.e., bottle up) their feelings for each other.

For example, Will suppresses his emotions quite a lot, even the ones that aren't related to Mike. It's shown throughout the show that he has a tendency to just go along with what he thinks will make others happy at the expense of his own feelings- in fact, one of his very first scenes, when his character is still being established, is Jonathan pretty much just saying that he's been trying to force himself to like baseball, traditionally masculine things, etc., instead of art so he can impress his dad and prevent even more fighting in his family. Something something baseball is a metaphor for heterosexuality something something.

But it's also worth noting that Will's almost always conscious of the fact that he's hiding how he actually feels from people. It never seems like he's unaware of the fact that he's withdrawing- plus, he usually isn't able to keep it up for long, and eventually, all the emotions he's suppressing just coming flooding out (think of the rain fight in s3, or on a smaller scale, him crying at the end of the van scene). Will definitely hides aspects of himself from other people, but it's very hard for him to keep it up, and sooner or later, the facade ends up cracking.

But Mike is the opposite of this. Mike represses his emotions- he pushes down his real feelings as a coping mechanism, a survival strategy, and due to everything he's been through he's reached a point where it's part of his nature. He's no longer conscious of all the parts of himself he's trying to hide from other people, because he's been doing it for so long, actually being himself would feel less natural than repressing.

I honestly think this is part of the reason why the GA is less aware of Mike's arc than Will's. Since Mike represses so much, we don't really get as many shots from his POV, or as many glimpses into his mind- because Mike himself isn't even fully aware of everything that's going on in his head, and the Duffers don't want to explicitly let the audience in on something the character doesn't realize himself. So, we need to sort out the pieces for ourselves- and hopefully, anyone who's paying a reasonable amount of attention to the show and isn't blinded by heteronormativity can do that- but we still don't get the same direct focus on Mike's emotions that we do with Will's. There's no lingering shots of Mike staring at Will (although he does do that lol- it's just not usually as focused on by the camera), and because Mike's mask is so superglued on, he has less moments of him breaking down- and even when he does break down, it's less likely to be directly about the thing that causing him pain, and more likely to be him projecting his emotions onto another, more obvious target (think his fight with Hopper in the s2 finale). Overall, it might seem like Mike isn't as big of a voice in the show as he used to be- but that's not because he isn't an important character, it's because there's only so much of Mike's character that the Duffers can hint about before they give away aspects of his arc that are meant to be subtle and fly under the radar for some people (like Mike himself).

So, where does that leave us? Well, to sum everything up, Will and Mike both bottle up their feelings- the difference is, Will consciously suppresses his, whereas Mike unconsciously represses his, which makes his less obvious to the audience as a sort of side effect. What's interesting is that Mike's repression and Will's suppression both peak in s4- Will encourages Mike to mend his relationship with El, resigning himself to continue his cycle of suppression for the rest of his life, and we see the least of Mike that we have throughout the whole show (plus we got the love confession but i don't wanna talk about the love confession aaaaaahhhhh no). Hmm, let's see, what else happened in s4?

Max is in a coma

Vecna won

Hawkins is generally in shambles

Spores are raining from the sky

Nobody's having a good time. At all.

So, uh, yeah, I think it's pretty safe to assume that s4 was the lowest point of everybody's arcs. So what does that mean for Will and Mike? Well, if Will stops suppressing his emotions in s5, it'll make him more outgoing, more honest, and more of an active player in the party's dynamics, as well as a less subtle character for the audience to interpret. Which sure does sound a lot like the Will Byers Main Character Era. Huh. And if Mike stops repressing his emotions in s5... if my predictions are correct, we'll finally get a direct focus on his feelings and perspective, even more than s1 originally revealed. Huh, funny. That sure does sound a lot like Byler Endgame.

...See you in 2024, Duffers.

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #mike wheeler i know what you are #gotta love how this was originally supposed to be like two paragraphs and it turned into an entire essay lol #oh well i'm sick and i have too much time on my hands so here we are #happy byler week my fellow gays #byler is endgame

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faegoddessog · 8 months

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Fantasy Come True Ch 2/8

Chapter 2: Lines

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, Fingering, cunnilingus

Series Summary: Breaking into the acting world has been a life long dream. It's been tough, plus your relationship with you partner has some struggles, but who doesn't have struggles. A new guy shows up to your improv classes who seems strangely familiar. He seems rather interested in you and you feel unusually comfortable around him, like he projects calm and reassurance. Once you realize who he really is, and what he really likes... it's game on.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, here there be lemons.

A/N: This little gem is per request for the lovely and talented @purejasmine . It's been a collaborative project designed to meet her every Austin need as best I can. Here's to you darling! <clink> I hope ya'll enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed the creative process with parameters not wholly my own!!

Here is the Masterlist of this series.

Message me if you'd like to be added to the list!

You wait all week for the text from Austin, by Friday you are a little strung out, nervous and telling yourself he is a busy man, just wait until tomorrow.

Saturday around noon, your phone dings from an unknown but not blocked number. Your heart skips a beat.

Hey, it’s Austin, will you be at class today?

Yes, ‘tis my plan!

Good, see you there.

The smile on your face could break glass. You save the number under ‘Jason’ just to be on the safe side. It’s not like you are doing anything wrong, really you are protecting his identity.

As you walk from your car in your favorite red Minnie Mouse shirt, jeans, and your trusty shoes. You hear a whistle and your name. You look around and there is an arm out of an SUV waving you over. As you walk over suspiciously, you see a familiar form with a black mask and hat in the front seat.

“Hey, jump in,” you hear Austin’s muffled voice.

You’d know that voice anywhere so you do so without hesitation. He rolls up the dark windows.

“Hey, what’s up. Everything ok?” you note that his hair is back to his normal dirty blonde.

“Oh yeah, I just got tired of the beard. Do you want to do something different?” “Wait, so you aren’t going to class?” you say.

“Nah, It’d be a circus if I show up like this. Actually, I have to work on lines and I was hoping you’d come run them with me.”

“Um… yes, unequivocally yes,” you can’t get the words out fast enough.

“Cool, is it ok if I drive you to my house, it’s just that we would get some privacy there?” he says.

“Sure!” you don’t even care if you have to uber back to your car, this is the stuff of dreams. Like literal dreams.

“Thanks for texting, I appreciate the trust, it’s gotta be hard to meet people and trust them,” you comment to him.

“Yeah, it didn’t used to be, but now,” he trails off with a shrug, “the dirty, lonely side of fame. But, I don't know, there is just something about you. My, erm, gut… instinct just kicked in at dinner last week.”

“It was a good time for sure, did you eat your leftovers?” you ask, trying to keep your conversation light to hide your excitement.

“Oh my yes, that was the most fun meal I’ve ever had with anyone. We should do it again sometime.” You hear the smile in his voice as he drives.

About 20 min later, you are pulling up to a gated driveway with a tall wall. Makes sense, considering how freakin’ famous he is now. He seems to relax as he pulls into the garage and closes the door.

“Welcome to my sanctuary,” he says.

“Thanks Mr. Wayne” you jest with a sly smile,

Austin laughs as he opens the door and peels off his mask leaving it hanging on the gear shift. He gets out of the SUV, he walks around the back of the car in long strides as you take deep breaths trying to remain calm in light of BEING INVITED INTO AUSTIN’S FUCKING HOUSE. You go to reach for the door and it opens before you touch it.

Your breath catches in your throat. There he is with a huge smile on his face, in all his shorn glory. Your Austin. The one that makes you weak in the knees. His hand is out to help you out of the car. It didn’t seem real before, recognizing him, even having dinner last week, because he didn’t LOOK like the Austin you knew. But this… wow. His hand is warm and soft in yours as you grasp it and step out.

“C’mon, I’ll show you around!” he doesn’t let go of your hand as he leads you to the door. He even switches hands to usher you inside, his other hand falling to the small of your back. Both of his hands on you? Oh the shooting tingles to your core, you almost stumble over the threshold.

It’s actually a modest home by celebrity standards. He shows you around, but it’s fairly basic, for LA anyway. Big kitchen and dining room with a coffered ceiling. His office is a library, go figure, with a comfy leather reading chair near the window and his black leather ‘68 comeback costume on a mannequin in the corner. A framed sun decal from one of the white jumpsuits hanging on the opposite wall. Other little treasures from his career sit amongst books. Books that actually look read, not just for show. The living room boasts a couple old movie posters with a huge TV, and super comfy couches with a big ottoman. Out back there is a pool and a pool house, the yard isn’t big but has lots of privacy. It’s not really set up for entertaining, which is kind of perfect for a talented, famous but shy introvert, at least subconsciously. He says there are three ensuite bedrooms upstairs, but doesn't show you.

He offers you a drink, and you choose sparkling water. He smiles at your choice, like he knew that was what you were going to pick.

“Do you need me to sign anything, NDA wise?” you ask, trying to be on the up and up.

“Nah, I trust you,” he smiles. Your heart warms.

You run the first scene with him. At first its a bit unnerving, I mean you are playing opposite Austin fucking Butler! But he is so warm and kind and accommodating it’s easy to relax and let your professionalism kick in. The scene is just two people talking about their pasts. You do it a few times in a few different ways: funny, serious, drunk, etc. You debrief in between. He gives you his full attention and seems to really like the insights you have. Then he turns to a scene later in the script.

“I’d really like to do this one, if you are comfortable with it, if not, that’s ok.”

You read over it and it has a kiss in the last half of the scene. Inside you are like, ’oh hell yeah!’ Outside you are so cool “Sure,” you shrug.

“So just to be clear, touch is ok, the kiss is ok?” he asks, ever the gentleman.

“Yeah, for sure,” you say coolly, as if it’s not the first time you’ve done a scene like this.

The first run through your heart is beating a mile a minute, which is good because the character is supposed to be nervous. At first he just gives you an old fashioned screen kiss. Lips touching lightly, still it sends tiny shivers up your spine. The second time through, it feels more like a natural kiss, still just lips, still exhilarating. Thank god you have the script in your hand as something to focus on. The third run through, it’s like he turns up his charm and magnetism. His hand is soft and warm on your jaw, pulling you toward him, his tongue barely darts out to touch your lips. An involuntary moan escapes you. Your fingertips graze his torso as you kiss him back. He pulls back, looking into your eyes. The pause is just a fraction too long, both of you breathing a little heavier, both of you a little lost. Then he glances at the script in your hand, taking a breath.

Oh shit, that’s right you are running lines! Yup, head empty, no thoughts. Well, there ARE thoughts, just completely unprofessional ones. You take a breath and finish the scene with him. Professional, right, you are a professional, you tell the slow burn in your groin.

“You ok to do it again?” he asks a little breathless, “I really think I’m starting to get it.”

You nod. You’ll kiss him as many times as he is willing. This time, you are ready for the intensity of the kiss. Your mouths press together, lips parted. The tip of his tongue making tentative explorations against your lips, against your tongue. You lean into it with everything you have. Every fantasy of this man that has ever taken up rent-free residence in your mind is now focused on the minimal space between your bodies and the non-space between your crushing lips. His hand is on the back of your head, the other wraps around your waist and pulls you against his body. Your arm is wrapped around his neck, fingers threaded through his soft, luscious hair at the nape of his neck. The pretense of the script is completely forgotten on both sides as pages flutter to the floor. Your fingers looped in his belt loop pull his hips closer to yours. You feel his bulge pressing through his jeans. You trade soft, throaty moans back and forth. He pulls back slowly.

“What doesn’t he do for you?” his voice is low, his eyes searching your own.

You look confused, that’s not the next line, is it? Then it dawns on you, what Austin is actually asking about.

“You really want to know?” you are still in his embrace, he makes no move to let you go.

“I do,” he nods.

“Well, he um,“ you look down at his throat taking a second to gather yourself. You decide that if you are gonna say it, you won’t be bashful. You take a big breath and look Austin in the eye. “He can’t be bothered to make me orgasm, he says it’s too much work and takes too long.”

Austin’s eyes widen in disbelief, then his brow furrows in confusion.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” his tone indignant, “that’s my favorite thing about sex! Has he ever made you orgasm?”

“I mean, a few times, that’s how he knows it’s a chore and one that he refuses to do,” you say matter of factly.

“Hold up, making a woman cum is not a chore, it’s a fucking privledge,” Austin is nearly outraged on your behalf, “so he uses you, then what?! “

You’ve never considered feeling used, it’s just how things had worked out.

“Austin, he doesn't use me, I like the sex and I am fine taking care of myself after,” your hand is on his chest, trying to sooth him, trying to stay calm yourself, feeling the round curve of his pec. You can feel his heart beating fast in his chest. He is shaking his head.

“No, sweetheart, no, that’s… that’s…. just wrong. I mean, if… if…” he hesitates, looking up at the ceiling. Then he levels his gaze at you, piercing you with his pupil-dilated blue eyes, “if you were mine,” his hands grip your shoulders, “I’d not let you leave the bedroom until you begged me to stop making you cum. I’d give you as many orgasms as was in my power to give.”

When he says these words, your mind goes entirely numb. ‘If you were mine’? ‘Begged me to stop’? Oh holy fuck. You have no retort for these statements, in fact if you say nothing then you can live in this moment forever. You actually feel your pussy engorge, feel your juices leaking past your labia and into the cotton of your panties. You wished you had worn your new pretty panties, because if Austin is going to talk like this to you, chances are he is going to be seeing them. It’s all you can do to stay on your feet as you pull him down to kiss you. This time, your tongue isn’t afraid to dance against his.

Suddenly your back is against the wall, his body is crushed against yours. Holy crap his bulge is huge. Austin’s hands are playing at the hem of your t-shirt. You get the feeling that Minnie is gonna see some things she’s never seen before. You feel his warm hands on the skin of your belly.

“I’m sorry,” he leans back a little, taking deep breaths, ”I didn't ask and am definitely overstepping boundaries and I don’t want to take advantage… but… you just, from the moment I met you in class, you just… do something to me.”

“Oh no, don’t you dare be sorry Austin,” your fists tighten into his shirt, pulling him back, “ and don’t you dare stop, for you I don’t have boundaries. If you want to be my Pleasure Dom, I’m all in.”

“Pleasure Dom? I’m…I’m not into much BDSM stuff sweetheart,” he says, unsure.

“It’s not BDSM, not exactly. It’s when you force orgasm after orgasm, overstimulate, even when they beg you to stop. Unless they say the safe word… which… ok is kinda similar to BDSM,” giddy that you finally get to explain to someone other than your tumblr bestie.

“Oh, I see, so instead of pain, it’s pleasure. Oh yes… I can do that,” he gets a little smile on his lips just before he kisses you again, then trails down to your neck licking and sucking.

Your hand snakes up to the back of his head, his down to the round curve of your ass, groaning.

“May I?” he remembers to ask as he grips the hem of your shirt.

What. The Fuck. Is happening. You just nod in a sort of haze. He strips off your shirt in one motion, your captured breasts bouncing a little as he does. He looks at your voluptuous form, and breathes out a moaning, appreciative ‘oh’. His hands trace your curves, then cup your large breasts. His head bows to your chest, almost in reverence.

“Fuck, you are beautiful,” his lips murmur agasint the rounded globes that peek out the top of your bra. “God, I love curves on a woman.”

“Really?” you say without thinking.

“Oh hell yeah,” he looks up at you with a sly smile, “I’m a sucker for a round booty and big boobs. Fuck I even like a little roundness here.” His fingers glide from your tits down to your stomach.

You feel a little self conscious from years of societal brainwashing, but it is obvious that he actually is turned on by your body.

“I know, bullshit societal norms dictate that I should be attracted to barely legal rail thin high fashion models,” he shrugs. “I’ve had them, they just don’t…fit me. They are boring and they don’t… do much. Like, they think just getting in their pants is a reward, so why try to be into it. The first curvy girl I had was so much fun, down to earth, and into the sex for fun. I’ve only had the privilege of a couple in the last few years, but they seemed to actually enjoy both giving and receiving. It turned me on so much. And I like someone that I don’t feel like I’m going to snap in half when I…” he trails off leaving the sentence unfinished. “And I want to…” he buries his face in your cleavage, kissing and nibbling your delicate skin. Lord, the way his tongue is rolling over just your skin is driving you mad.

“Want to what, Austin?” you ask.

He stands up tall and moves his hands to your bare shoulders.

“To fuck you, make you cum and cum and cum.” he states simply. “ I know, you have someone else, but you deserve… better. Will you let me? Can I, please?” he is practically pleading.

Austin Fucking Butler is asking you, nay begging you, to let him pleasure you. How the fuck did you fall into this fantasy world? And can you please, please never leave.

“Austin, hunny, ” you put your hands to his face, “sweet man, I now have and have always had only one person as my ‘hall pass’ and it’s you. My safe word is sushi.” You rise on your tiptoes and kiss him lightly on the lips

“Sushi,” he repeats, “So.. yes?”

“Yes please,” you breathe.

He looks down shyly, huffing out a breath, then back at you, nodding with a little smirk. The dimple above the left corner of his mouth peeks into view.

Oh holy hell, that look directed at you spawns a whole new flood into your underthings.

He leads you to the oversized sectional in the living room. The ottoman is pushed against the couch, making it into a pseudo bed.

“We uh, might want a towel or something here” you say, you know your moisture situation is just going to get more intense. He smiles and cocks a curious eyebrow and glances at your crotch.

“Sweetheart, are you saying it might get… messy?” He grabs a generic blanket from the back of the couch and spreads it over the fabric of the ottoman.

“Austin, it already is,” you return his look.

“Ooo” he presses himself against you, looking down into your face. “I love a wet girl,” he reaches around behind you, “and I can’t wait to taste you.”

He unsnaps and pulls your bra off. Fuck it feels amazing to let the girls breathe, you are rarely without a bra. He peels off his shirt then pulls you closer by your hands and places them on his sides, encouraging you to touch him.

Once you make contact, you decide to take your sweet time. Yes you want this, but in case this is the only time you get Austin, you are going to check every box you can.

You run your hands on the soft skin of his abdomen and chest, outlining his muscles and finding tiny freckles here and there. Some you had seen in pictures, some were new discoveries. You memorize their location and connect them with your fingertips, trying not to tickle. You get to the one next to his belly button and the little trail of hair that disappears into his jeans just about drives you crazy. You are biting your lip. You blow out a shuddering breath, and walk around him to the right, dragging your fingers above the waistline of his jeans and up along his erectors and over his shoulders. Austin is a fucking temple to the divine and praise be! you are about to worship harder than you ever have before.

He stands there, letting you explore, blowing out a shuddering breath when you roam over his stomach and down to his waistband. As you come around his left side, his freckles lead you up to his throat and onto his left cheek.

“This is how I knew it was you, Mr. Butler, by the way,” you say. marking each speck of melanin with your eyes.

“What is,” he says, pulling you close into his embrace.

“Your constellations. Your bushy beard distracted me from them until I was up close to you,” you lean up to him, cupping his cheek. “I love your constellations, Austin,” you murmur against his lips.

Then his mouth is on yours with a big inbreath, his hands pulling you tight to him. Your breasts pressed against his naked chest.

“No one has called them that before… I like that. Constellations,” he smiles at you.

He sits down on the couch and pulls you to straddle him, your sandals slip off your feet to the floor. His hands are on your breasts, gently massaging and holding them. He slips a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking.

“Oh gaw,” your words melt in your throat. You run your fingers in his hair as his tongue flickers. A nerve string twanging from your nipples straight to your pussy.

He switches to the other breast making your breath get heavier.

When he pulls off, you capture his mouth in yours, kissing him hard, your hips unable to stop pulsing against his legs.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to treat you like a princess,” he says looking up at you as he breaks the kiss.

“I’m all yours,” you breathe out.

“Mine, eh? Hmmm, my Princess,” one side of his mouth curves up, his little dimple is all for you.

Your reaction to this little nickname is purely visceral, heat floods your core.

Then you are suddenly flipped onto your back on the ottoman and he is pressed between your legs with a growl. His mouth is needy on yours, tongues flashing against one another. The two layers of jeans do little to stop you feeling how hard he is as he grinds on you. Christ, he is rock solid. He kisses down your neck.

“I have one requirement, sweetheart,” he says against the curve of your ear.

“What’s that?” you ask, eyes closed and head back.

“You can’t be shy about telling me what to do, if you need something different. I don’t know what you like, so you might have to direct me. Can you do that Princess?”

“Uh huh,” you nod.

“Promise Princess?” he says with a serious look, running his hands over your stomach and toying with the buckle of your belt. If he had glasses on, he would be peering over them.

“Yes Austin, I promise,” you say in all seriousness, “ I need my clit to be wet before you play with it and I um… am perfectly healthy, no STI’s.

He nods as he undoes the buckle and pulls down your zipper.

“Oh good, me too, just had a work up done.” You lift your hips and help him wiggle off your jeans. You are eternally grateful for the shower you took just before you left home and the trim up you did of your muff, all nice and short.

He kneels in front of you and giggles a little.

“What?” you ask, trying not to sound defensive and grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your head.

“Well, I see that Princess is an appropriate moniker, what with the crowns on your panties,” he runs his thumb lightly over the graphic. He lifts his head to watch your reaction as he lets his single digit slide lightly along the wet spot on the fabric.

His eyes narrow in lust as you exhale a light, shaky moan.

“Oh Princess,” he blows out a breath, “Ok,” he puts his hands up in the air, a look of barely contained control on his face. “You are still good with this, yes? Cuz this is where I need to stop if not.”

“Oh no, don’t stop Austin, please” you can’t get the words out fast enough, frowning just a bit, “I want it, I need it, and only from you. Please.”

“Alright, alright sweetheart, I just wanted to be sure,” his hands float back to your thighs. “I need to take off my jeans. I need some more, uh … real estate. But I’m not gonna fuck you, not yet anyway.”

“Ok,” you nod.

He stands up, unbuttoning his fly and pulling the front of his jeans out and down over the bulge in his boxer briefs. He moans out a sigh of relief. You can see the outline of his hard cock just before he bends over to pull his jeans off.

“Oh my god” you whisper, rocking your hips just a little. If he is as big as it seems, your tight little pussy is in for a jolt, WHEN he fucks you… there is no ‘if’ at this point in your mind.

“Mmm, sweetheart, you look like you need me?” he asks, getting down on his knees again.

“Yes please, Austin,” your hands are reaching for him, wanting to touch him.

“Let’s get down to uh… brass tacks shall we,” he gives you an evil little smile. He grabs your hips and yanks you towards him. Damn those muscles aren’t just for show. You giggle a little.

He presses his face to your covered mons, blowing hot breath and planting a kiss. Then pulls your panties away from your skin by the waistband. He continues to remove them and they are so wet, they stick to your labia.

“Oh hoh hoh” he moans in appreciation as he peels them down and off. “Open those legs for me Princess,” he says as he gently encourages you with his hand, “show me how wet you are.”

He runs a finger along your labia, pulling away a string of moisture.

“Is all this wetness for me darling?” he asks.

“All for you, Austin,” you look him right in the eyes, trying to convey just how much that statement is true.

He puts his wet finger in his mouth as you watch, his eyes close as he sucks it off. You wonder where all the oxygen in the room went.

“Mmmm, you taste so good,” he breathes out. Fuck, he is sexy.

His thumbs start petting your wet labia, gradually pulling them apart with each stroke until he has exposed your pink little slit.

“Oh this is a gorgeous pussy, Princess,” he settles down on his knees and leans in.

He plants a soft kiss just above your clit, you whimper just a bit.

He runs his tongue along your inner labia, groaning at the taste, barely grazing your clit with the tip of his tongue.

You whimper, fist to your mouth.

He looks at you over your mound, lapping gently with a wide tongue, then narrowing to his tip and going to one side, then the other of your clit. His blue eyes are dark again, with lust now instead of outrage.

Then his eyes close and he nuzzles side to side, pushing his tongue deeper, laving the front body of his tongue along your inner labia. His nose pushes gently against your clit. He breathes in deep through his nose, then moans out lusty, throaty laughs of pleasure into your pussy. It is clear that he is loving this.

You are tempted to lean back and close your eyes, however there is no way you are going to miss this. The sight of Austin buried between your legs is the stuff of your dreams. You almost feel out of your body.

He licks and tongues your pussy, slurping up your juices, growling in pleasure. He pulls back, face wet from the end of his nose to his chin. He is breathing a little heavy and grinning from ear to ear, licking his lips.

“Your pussy is so wet for me Princess, damn. Thank you, I fucking love this,” his eyes sparkle.

“Come kiss me with that messy mouth,”�� you reach out, beckoning him forward with your fingertips.

He crawls up your body and is instantly and deeply kissing you. Your tongue is lapping at his, running over his wet lips, tasting yourself. His cock is pressed into your dripping vulva separated only by the fabric of his boxer briefs. Your hips rock against him, hands against his low back holding him to your body. His hips pulse against you, pushing his cloth shrouded length deep against your slit.

“Oh fuck,” he breaths agasint your lips.

He pulls away, underwear soaked in your juices.

“I gotta,“ he blows out a big breath trying to control himself. “I’m getting ahead of myself. We are not done down here yet,” and he settles himself down between your legs again.

Once again he buries his face in your snatch.

“Austin, more clit please,” you say, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

“Oh that’s a good girl, telling me what you need,” he says against your lips, looking you in the eye.

His praise alone makes you bite your lip and pull your brows together.

He cocks his head a little, ever observant, “You like being a good girl don’t you.”

“I like being YOUR good girl, your Princess,” you say matter of factly.

“MMM, mine. Fuck baby, you got it,” his mouth closes over your clit, sucking long and slow and pulling off like a kiss. He dives back again, tongue flicking your clit lightly as he sucks and pulls gently. The wet sounds of kissing that don't involve your own mouth plus his magnificent mouth on your clit; these are churning up heretofore untapped sensations from your pelvic core.

You are crunched toward him, your mouth is hanging open, barely breathing. You didn’t know it could feel like... like this.

“Oh god Austin…more please!” you moan, your fist momentarily gripping his hair tight.

He chuckles low against your pussy, “My good girl.”

You clench.

Then he dives in for more. He licks, he sucks, he flicks. Slurp, slurp, smack. So much longer than you've ever had before. You can’t help but close your eyes to focus on the magic of his tongue. Heat building in your vagina, clit starting to throb from his attentions.

Then you feel a long finger petting your entrance. You look down and he is looking at you, watching your reaction to his fingering while flicking the apex of his tongue on your clit.

Your eyes go wide and you just nod at him.

He pushes his long finger slowly inside you. You let out a long low moan.

“Oh my god, Princess, you are so tight,” his voice is almost reverential. You just nod, this is not news to you.

His finger slides in and out of you, testing the waters, so to speak. He finger fucks you like this for a bit. He licks his thumb on his other hand and gently plays with your clit. His eyes flit from watching your reaction to his finger sliding in and out of you and back. Your hips begin to rock back and forth as he finger fucks you.

“God you are amazing, I’m gonna give you two fingers now sweetheart, ok?”

“Yes please,” you breathe out.

He slowly slides both digits into you. “Fuck, so tight,” he says under his breath, “are you okay Princess?”

“Yes, keep doing that, please!” you moan out.

“Oh my beautiful Princess, I have no intention of stopping, you take your time. I’m gonna just enjoy the fuck out of this.” He kisses the inside of your leg. Then you feel that beautiful pressure inside as he curls his fingers just enough to touch that spongy tissue on your vaginal wall.

“Oh wow yes Austin, that right there!” you moan.

He continues to pull your clit into his mouth, to flick it with his tongue, eating you out like you are his only nourishment. Soft pleasurable moans dislodge from his throat among the soft wet sounds of his suction. All the while he is sliding and curling, sliding and curling his fingers. His sounds are ramping you up just as much as his actions. Your moans are getting louder.

He keeps up this steady rhythm for you don’t know how long. You feel that bubbling creek start to rush up against the wall that holds your orgasm. Each dip into you, each wave of his digits, each long suctioned kiss of your clit, each flicker of his tongue: it all eats away at the crack in the dam.

“You are so good at this.” you moan, hips are rocking against his face. Your vocalizations are getting more intense, palm pressed to your mouth. Still he tongues you tirelessly. The crack in the dam suddenly splinters, threatening to break. Moisture surges from you and he moans deep, he can tell you are close by the waves of clenching you are doing on his fingers. He is thinking about how it will feel when he plunges his throbbing cock into you. He laps and sucks, never letting up.

You freeze, not breathing, pinpoint focused on the sensation behind your clit.

Then the dam bursts.

“Ungh, ungh ungh,” little rhythmic moans fall from your open mouth. Your hands fly to his head. Little jerks rock your pelvis and neck in time with your moans.

Holy fuck it feels so good.

You let out a loud, long moan which transcends into little giggles.

He is smiling against your pussy, knowing he made you cum.

Pulling away, messy faced, eyes so intense he practically launches himself on top of you, desperate to kiss you. His sloppy mouth is delicious against your own.

“Oh Princess, that was so hot.” his voice is deep with desire, hips pulsing a rhythm of their own against your leg.

“I'm sorry if that took a while,’ you say, breathlessly.

“Oh no darling, don’t you dare be sorry. I loved every second of it,” he says, smiling down at you like some devilish angel. “You know, it takes the average man 5 minutes to cum and the average woman 20.”

“You are not the average man Austin,” you can’t help but smile and giggle.

A sultry laugh rolls low from his chest, “No, my Princess, no I am not.”

#austin butler #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fic #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #@slowsweetlove #@purejasmine #@richardslady121

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hamofjustice · 8 months

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it's nice that we're getting anything i guess, but, i'm gonna be what may come off as a little petty and whiny here; it'd be cool if either iteration of the gen 9 anime so far was actually about gen 9's characters instead of using them as cameos to promote original stories we have no investment in yet

it's like, i dunno, like the bait and switch with sonic appearing in wreck it ralph ads, except if wreck it ralph existing meant there would never be a sonic movie, and if you were invested in those characters and recognized they weren't generic platformer mascots, sucks for you, nobody cares

maybe they're just giving the DLC space to do its thing with them first (if they do anything at all...) but idk, i was cautiously optimistic about nemona in horizons, only for her to be a character of the day that the episode wasn't about, and pretty excited by "gen 9 prequel anime" only to find out it's going to be like, four short stories about OCs who have quick brushes with them. these are like the lacroix hint of what an anime about the game could've been like and you're left to imagine the rest yourself

i shouldn't be that surprised if the gen 8 anime reduced hero of galar hop to a character of the day with a level 5 wooloo in order to let the galaxy revolve around ash battling his brother because epic charizards, but man. what if it wasn't like that that now that ash is gone.

we haven't seen penny and team star at all because they're the hardest to talk about without bringing up the trauma of school bullying and the fear of being yourself at school when you're way too young to be dealing with all that drama responsibly. she's still learning to love and forgive herself and feel wanted.

arven's story is about, like, being a latchkey kid to a self-absorbed parent, being unsure how to feel about repairing the relationship or how seriously to take them saying they love him, and struggling to make friends due to misdirected resentment toward people he's jealous of for having apparently normal families and the stubborn self-reliance he was forced into. he's still trying to process things, find himself, and let people in.

nemona is supposed to have been a directionless lonely and depressed kid who hated being called gifted when everything was hard for her, until she met the player character and gained a peer who understood and appreciated she was a little different and she didn't have to mask her true self to have friends anymore. she's happy for now, but may still be under a little too much pressure to be perfect at the expense of her own personality, and probably won't deal well with being abandoned.

as much as they resonate with adults and are a little darker than usual pokemon fare, they're also smaller scale and realer. they are all stories that are explicitly about and meant to be relatable to kids going to school! y'know, your audience! you don't need to paint over them with 3-4 new characters and new stories every time like there was nothing there, or something shameful you need to sanitize and cover up! you can just use the game the way it is!

this got a little more heated than i intended, i just feel a little ridiculous waiting anxiously for loose scraps of a sign that this story isn't over and in the trash already and nemona's life-changing attachment to the player character isn't going to go totally ignored, as we are bombarded with what is supposed to be followup material that almost all seems eager to talk about literally anything else like they think the main story was a mistake they need to run away from

now, i'm not one to complain about original stories being told, but this was already a story that had room to grow. imagine a world where the gen 9 anime was actually about nemona, arven, penny, and the friend who brought them together. or what their lives were like before that friend came along. every episode. that would get me to watch the anime again and whatever movie came out for it. ask yourself why we don't have that, or even the traditional, like, 1-2 characters tagging along with the MCs per region thing that would leave us knowing them better than we know some irl friends

how was starting over with 100% original characters and new lore that might conflict hard with the upcoming DLC the safer bet? why is a 44 minute miniseries specifically for fans of the game making up OCs for them to get invested in and scrambling to tell their stories as quickly as possible before throwing them in the trash instead of being about the damn game?

sigh. i shouldn't get invested in a series that's about selling monster plushies just because it had one story that stuck with me

#paldean winds seems to mostly be making fun of the infodumping fat pokemon nerd character until he gets his own episode #y'know. the one that represents a lot of their viewers #while nemona is right there outside the window hyping up little kids about battles as usual because they don't hate her like her peers #honestly her overhearing the conversation and looking a little uncomfortable about it would've been a good touch #confirmation that the subtext i noticed is actually considered part of the canon and not a happy accident they'll never talk about again #something i have only gotten from pokemon masters so far #pokemon sv #pokemon #nemonaposting #pokemon scarvi #pokemon scarlet and violet #yada yada ten million other tags #'well at least there's the manga' the manga that inserted its own wacky main character that will probably also revolve around him #idk that one could still be good but it's also an AU and not the versions of the characters i'm invested in if that makes sense #i've been begging for pokemon to feel in touch with its audience forever and as soon as it is they treat it like a hot potato #i feel fucking obsessed because of how long this tease has been stretching on for no good reason #they could've just let us ACTUALLY hang out with the friend trio in vanilla postgame and shown them in the DLC a single time #and i could have had a normal social media presence for the past 3-6 months #instead of dreaming about a pokemon npc last night because of how little faith i have in her getting any justice outside of a fucking gacha #i am so sorry that this is who i am now except for the 2-3 of you who follow me specifically because i post these things #pennyposting #arvenposting

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sunfoxfic · 2 years

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Fixing Sideblogs on Tumblr

As someone who primarily uses sideblogs on Tumblr, I have a lot of feelings about how to fix sideblogs on Tumblr. Mostly I'm making this post because I see a lot of people making suggestions for how to improve the functionality of sideblogs, and in the end I know that doing that would end with a lot of people getting harassed, hurt, or just generally diminishing the function of sideblogs in general. So, without further ado:

Blocking.

Blocking with sideblogs is so bad.

If I want to block someone on my sideblog, I need to go to Tumblr web (NOT mobile, you cannot block from sideblogs on mobile) and manually type the URL into the blocking page. The one exception is that if I block someone who sent an ask to my sideblog (in which case a thing pops up that says "would you like to block them from your main blog too?").

In the end, most of the people I block don't get blocked from my sideblog unless they're actively causing issues by reblogging posts on my sideblog. But I would love to block people from my sideblog automatically.

On the flipside, if you block a user and you end up blocking their sideblog, they can still access your blog from their main (and reblog onto any of their other sideblogs). The potentiality for harassment is way higher for this.

I would start with fixing the block functions. On non-group sideblogs, make it possible to sync your main's blocklist with this blog. And, since Tumblr tracks what mainblogs make what posts on group and non-group sideblogs alike, make it so that User A can't interact with a post made by User B if User B has blocked User A.

Asks and Replies

I do not think you should straight-up be able to send asks or replies from a sideblog. Knowing the state of Tumblr, and specifically how cryptoTERFs operate, that would make harassment a lot easier. What you should be able to do is use your sideblog as "mask" for your main when sending asks and replies. The OP of the post/the person you're asking can see your main, but to anyone else you appear as your sideblog. This may also need to be tweaked, specifically because I can see replies being used to harass people other than the OP of every post, but at least I think it should be implementable into asks.

Liking and Following

As opposed to some people, I... don't think likes need to change at all? They're just bookmarks, and if you really want all the functionality of a mainblog, you probably just need a second main. There's not really anything a like can do that would specifically need to be communicated under a certain blog.

I also don't think following should be done under a second blog, though I do think an AKA option should be added to blogs - you can choose to list other sideblogs (nongroup) that belong to you. Since I use sideblogs as a way to maintain different fandom identities, I may attach my mainblog to my sideblogs but not my sideblogs to my mainblog, if that makes sense. I stress that I think this should be optional - people use sideblogs as a way to keep themselves anonymous/not reveal personal information, and while there needs to be limits to that in order to prevent harassment, that also needs to be respected in order to maintain privacy.

Anyway, TL;DR: Completely disattaching any sideblog from the mainblog that owns it is dangerous and will get people harassed, especially if you can do that with asks and replies. However, people should also be able to use sideblogs more for explicitly social aspects of the website.

#tumblr

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sailor-cresselia · 1 year

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I posted 7,265 times in 2022

That's 3,264 more posts than 2021!

15 posts created (0%)

7,250 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@neckspike

@wcwit

@conlainn

@officialtrashcant

@cest-la-venus

I tagged 885 of my posts in 2022

#pokemon - 97 posts

#kamen rider ooo - 45 posts

#the worldbuilding we need and deserve - 45 posts

#kamen rider revice - 44 posts

#avataro sentai donbrothers - 44 posts

#i will ride this inspiration train until it runs out of track - 32 posts

#jojo's bizarre adventure - 28 posts

#pokemon legends arceus - 22 posts

#kamen rider wizard - 19 posts

#kamen rider - 18 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#boy i hope i get a good story like this at some point but we don't have *card* cards anymore and haven't really since i started working ther

My Top Posts in 2022:

After seven increasingly long years, it's finally time.

Time for both of them to come home.

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ANKH REVIVAL TIME, BABY!!!

It’s still the 30th in Japan, so Happy 11th Birthday, Tajador!

6 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

Hello it is possible I am blind, but in the age spreadsheet (which is incredible I could never), are there birthdays? I know some people have canon birthdays, but not many actually lmao, and I was wondering if you had a list? For anyone and everyone with a canon birthday

Haha, thanks!

Any known birthdays - and there are actually quite a few, plus more that can be put in approximate ranges thanks to airdates - are included in the chart!

(For reference, the chart in question and several related ones can be found via this currently pinned post of mine.)

In the cell with any given characters name, if they have any other names (by way of having changed them for any reason such as marriage, amnesia, and in at least one case ‘adoption’), along with their Rider Names, they’re noted in a ‘note’.

You can see these on desktop by clicking on the cell, and it should appear next to it.

(I very heavily recommend against using mobile to view the age chart, or the order charts, because they are very large and unwieldy in a narrow format. Plus, it’s harder to interact with the notes on mobile, since it involves long-pressing the cell.)

In any case, those notes also feature known birthdays! There are surprisingly a lot of them - many of which are gleaned from things like drivers licenses and profiles shown on screen.

Hope this helps, and thanks again!

8 notes - Posted May 10, 2022

Doesnt that reflect the nature of some people who react differently while under an avatar?

But then I remember him saying that he does this to train his rangers.

Yeah, a lot of people act differently when they're behind a mask or otherwise anonymous, but with Taro it's like flipping a switch to going absolutely ham.

Yes, he's able to be kick-ass when he's in civilian mode, but he has explicitly said he 'does not hit people'... and yet comes out fists, swords, and gun swinging the Second he transforms.

Well, okay, the first thing he does when he transforms is put on a show with a whole procession, somehow, but the second thing he does when he transforms is go completely ham.

Taro does the 'hardcore training' thing in civilian form, too - we saw that in the Taro & Tsuyoshi episode with the onigiri. But not the way he does as Don Momotaro.

I guess it's more the juxtaposition of exactly how different he becomes that's what's getting people.

8 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

The final chapter of Try and Re-Build is now live!!!

Featuring: A realization, and a restoration.

At long last, after a solid three and a half years, I have finally managed to complete this story.

Thank you, so much, to everyone who has read this story all this time, those who have come in along the way, and those just joining in now.

(ff.net mirror in notes)

15 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

So, I’ve been working on this for the last few weeks, and have finally finished it!

The pattern is from the wonderful folks at @shitpostsampler, and I love them for all the creative work they do to help folks make other creative work happen!

The original pattern uses violets for the lettering, and blue/greens for the border, but I decided to go with a more AO3-y color scheme, and swapped in red for text, grey for most of the border, and a really nice dark red-violet for the border accents. I’m really proud of how this turned out!

(Granted, now i have to figure out how to frame it, but that shouldn’t be too terribly hard given I have incredibly easy access to frames and mats at work lol)

Now, to reward myself for finishing this project with finishing another project, namely one of the fics that I procrastinated on in order to make this cross stitch calling myself out on procrastinating on working on my fics.

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pinkponyclubb · 3 years

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young royals: wilmon and their zodiac signs

so, instead of working on my term paper i started thinking about what could be wille's and simon's big three. feel free to disagree with me, but i thought i'd share my thoughts!! this is all in good fun and isn't meant to be taken too seriously, so don't come at me lol

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

a little explanation about what these placements mean in case you don't know: the sun sign builds one's identity and kind of serves as the blueprint for a person, a.k.a. the core. the moon sign is responsible for emotionality and rules how we deal with our moods and feelings. the rising sign is what many view as the mask we present other people, and it's responsible for how we react to our environment.

･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Wilhelm

virgo sun / libra moon / cancer rising

virgo sun - people with their sun in virgo are constantly looking for ways to improve themselves and tend to don't ever think of themselves as good enough. this may cause a common state of anxiety, which we see wilhelm suffer from in very obvious ways throughout the entire season. he doesn't think he's good enough at being a prince (or, later, the crown prince), and his family literally making him say that he's the family disappointment in episode 1 probably didn‘t help. although virgos are willing to work hard, they might still feel like a lost cause because they tend to set unrealistic expectations for themselves and can't help but compare themselves to others. before they make a decision, people with their sun in virgo have to think everything through over and over again and due to their urge for perfectionism they might need a lot of time - final and definite decisions feel super difficult to make, and under pressure, they tend to crack under outside influences. moreover, virgos are not known to be very sociable. wilhelm even says once that he dislikes having to talk to a lot of people, even though once he does it, they don‘t react to him negatively.

libra moon - wilhelm seems to heavily rely on another person to share his emotions with. in the beginning, that person is erik, but later we see simon become this person. after erik passes, wilhelm tries to stay away from simon for the sake of the crown, but then realises he needs him to hold on to. now, you might question this, because aren't people with their moon in libra also meant to be super charming? yes, and hear me out! indeed, wille is suffering from anxiety and also explicitly said that he doesn‘t enjoy socialising, BUT have you seen him talk to linda at the parent's day lunch? he immediately tried to make sure she'd feel comfortable in an environment she wasn't used to - maybe it's his manners and his upbringing, and of course he wants the mother of the guy he has a crush on to like him, but he seems to charm her with ease. another completely different thought i had was that when he gave in and denied it was him in the video after all in the final episode, he possibly did it to avoid another fight with his mother. librans crave harmony at all times and cannot stand people being mad at them or disappointed in them, and we have to consider that at this point, wille doesn't fully realise yet that this would be a dealbreaker for simon - so to wille, following his mother's wishes probably seemed like the best compromise.

cancer rising - despite being a prince, wilhelm doesn't really portray stereotypical characteristics. he's shy, easily flustered, and emotional. when faced with conflict, he withdraws completely (e.g. when he asks simon to delete all of their texts instead of coming to him for comfort). cancer ascendants are known to be kind and sensitive, and they are careful about who they want to open up to. this leads to some cancer ascendants feeling rather lonely at times. they long for people they can feel safe around. when they are in love, they give their all, and they wear their heart on their sleeves (wille really sucks at hiding how much he likes simon, i think we can all agree on that). also, one of the typical cancerian's love languages is physical touch! once they manage to open up, they are good communicators (one thing that‘s so great about wilmon is that! they! talk! and i blame their immaculate zodiac placements).

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Simon

pisces sun / scorpio moon / libra rising

pisces sun - honestly, one of my favourite zodiac signs, and i say that as someone who does (unfortunately) not have a single pisces placement in her chart. people with their sun in pisces tend to be very sympathetic. very. they always try to understand each side of an argument, and are known to be incredibly open-minded. however, this ability to adapt might make them feel like they have to hide a part of themselves around certain people, and to other people they might seem a little like a push-over. they don't really dare to dream big out loud. pisceans are also prone to get into the arts one way or another - and as we all know, simon loves music and is a great singer! people with their sun in pisces would never intentionally hurt anyone, and always put their loved ones first, even over themselves (sara fittingly pointed this out in episode 6). saying 'no' is a hard task for them (remember in episode 5 when simon is very obviously still mad at wilhelm for what he did but forgives him anyways because wilhelm says he needs him?). pisceans like to ignore harsh realities, so when it comes at them, it hits hard. some even claim for pisceans to be a little masochistic, e.g. when they are getting into situations that will very obviously hurt them just for the sake of trusting another person.

scorpio moon - now, i know that scorpios don't have the best reputation, but honestly, i think they're misunderstood. people with their moon in scorpio value emotionality unlike any other sign. they feel everything at the fullest, even if they're not necessarily sharing it; however, they are always up for anything that will grant them (negative or positive) emotional intensity, e.g. a passionate relationship. they don't do things halfway, it's all or nothing. to other people, they radiate strength, and scorpios are not scared of honesty - in fact, they value it.

libra rising - i feel like this is the most debatable one, so feel free to disagree with me. libra ascendants are usually very likable. they are kind and fun to be around, because they care about everyone around them being comfortable. they also care deeply about fairness and equality (we see this in simon a lot, starting with him speaking up for lower classes in class in the very first episode). librans are known to be a little indecisive, but mainly because they want to make sure they made the best choice for everyone around them. they sometimes forget to put themselves first, and tend to feel guilty if they do so.

i hope this makes sense to you. it was really interesting to think about, and: bonus! it gives us an idea of what their birthdays could be. according to this, simon's birthday would be either the 10th or the 11th of march, 2004, and wille's birthday the 14th or 15th of september, 2004. like i said, this is obviously just wild guesses based on what we see in the show, but i'd love to hear your thoughts!!

#young royals #young royals netflix #wilmon #wilhelm x simon #wilhelm and simon #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #edvin ryding #omar rudberg #zodiac #zodiac signs

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This is going to be a rant with so many spoilers, but I really feel like writing it out, so let's go. Bear in kind that it's been probably two years since I played this game.

Xenoblade Chronicles 2 is mostly hot garbage, but I'd still give it maybe a 6.5/10. The prequel is easily an 8/10.

I say mostly because Rex and Pyra/Mythra are at the forefront of everything and are the least interesting characters, in a game almost entirely driven by it's characters, because boy it sure isn't driven by it's dialogue or gameplay. The plot is good, but only if you play enough to actually get any of it, and then also play the prequel, which was better in every way.

Here's fair warning, I'm about to hate on Rex and Pyra. If that makes you mad, then leave I guess. In a few paragraphs I'll be gushing about Amalthus and Jin.

Rex is a good ol' boy blank slate who's never done anything wrong in his life, and his only functional purpose in the story is to be the UwU good boi that makes Pyra and Nia feel things and beats the bad guy at the end. Which is fine. I don't actually have a problem with him being there, it's mostly that the writing and plot surrounding him isn't good.

Speaking of that poor writing and plot, Pyra/Mythra is an emotionally starved train wreck with fat tits, and I'm convinced that's the only reason people like them. I'm gonna keep lumping them together, because while they do have different personalities, it never actually matters. They're just two different stereotypes of a depressed teenager with daddy issues. If either of them had a grip on their emotional or mental state then a lot what passes for plot wouldn't have happened, and I'd have enjoyed the game more. It is absolutely exhausting in modern media seeing so many female characters with emotional problems. The niche and stereotype these characters fill has been done to death and writers need to stop. It's incredibly lazy and not interesting.

I'll stop hating so much now, because it's time to talk about things I enjoy.

Ozychlyrus Brounev Tantal, better known as Zeke Von Genbu, or as I affectionately refer to him, Chuunibro, is an absolute chad, and I love him. Zeke is a ridiculous character with a pet turtle and says and does ridiculous things, but has a heart of gold chained by duty and politics. His initial facade of an appearance masks that he's actually the crown prince of Tantal. He's a goofball and the only off switch is when he has to sit down and represent his country at a UN meeting. Throughout the game he's shown to care about his people who are suffering under his father's rule. He'd love to do something about it, but politics are a bitch. His country is deliberately isolationist and no other country can even get in to help because they live in a giant turtle that never surfaces. He explicitly states that he's never killed another person, because killing is a cowardly act. His relationship with Pandoria is portrayed exquisitely. They are best friends, and they've been through a lot. Zeke owes her everything, because she voluntarily became mortal to save his life. She did this not only because if he had died, she would have lost all her memories and been stolen by bandits, but also because they're best friends, and will be for the rest of both of their lives. She is also, coincidentally, the only person capable of telling the giant turtle country what to do. Zeke is going to make a great king and Pandoria will keep him sane.

The edgy silver sword boy is a character I thought I wasn't going to like much. I thought they weren't going to do anything interesting with him and that he was just going to be an overpowered wall for Rex to friendship his way over. But I forgot this was Xenoblade. Turns out Jin was one of the most interesting characters the entire time. A driverless blade that hates violence and has the emotional baggage of literally eating the heart of his best friend to prolong his life and memory of her, as she was dying in his arms. This absolutely dejected ball of edge is approached by none other than the death incarnate, and son of god, who is responsible for said baggage, and resolves to work with him to end needless suffering by killing god. There's a lot of details I'm glossing over here, but damn, I love the sad man on a quest to kill god. 10/10 antagonist. I refuse to call him a villain. If nothing else, please play the prequel because Lora is a certified good girl, but not the blank slate kind that Rex is, and I would also kill god to bring her back. Also, Jin can cook.

Praetor Amalthus. I feel comfortable calling this man a villain. He just wants to watch the world burn. He said "fuck religion, I'm gonna find god myself", and instead found the aegis' core crystals. He then resonated with one (the afore mentioned death incarnate son of god) and nearly ended the world. He didn't feel bad about this at all, and used it to gain power in the religious organization he told to fuck off, and now leads it while doing fucked up experiments and plotting to take over the world. He is the Palpatine of this world, being a cold, calculating, universal antagonist and the direct cause of every event that takes place. He is a menace filled with nothing but hate for god, and his only regret is not seeing humanity at it's worst before their total annihilation. All of this, and yet somehow he is genuinely sad at the current state of the world. His character is one that has achieved enlightenment. He is convinced that he understands the true nature of mankind, and has also come to the logical conclusion that god is a bastard. He is genuinely sad that the world had to be the way it is, and it is his job, as the world's most powerful religious figure, to plunge it so far in to darkness that it ends itself. At least that's what I assume his plan was. The dude was a psycho. 10/10.

I don't know how to wrap this up, but I haven't talked gameplay. It's more streamlined than the other games in the series, which were a lot like an MMO. It's not bad, and I prefer it to turn based combat. I don't have a lot to say about it, but the prequel made a lot of changes for the better. It's a better game overall. Play the prequel.

This post is over now.

#xc2 #xenoblade chronicles 2 #zeke von genbu #jin #amalthus #spoilers #rant

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tiny-slasher · 4 years

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader | Coffee Shop AU | Part 2

“Some more coffee shop AU thomas hewitt?👉👈“

“i've read that coffee shop au you wrote for thomas multiple times and i need more please!!!“

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You'd started to get strange looks from your coworkers. They never explicitly said so, but you knew why. You'd gone to Luda Mae's coffee shop every Wednesday and Thursday evening, spending more money on coffee than you had in your entire life, just to catch a glimpse of him.

He was so large, barely fitting in the space between the workstation and the counter you paid at. His hair was tangled under the straps of his mask, and his clothes were always stained with coffee. The intenseness of his eyes and constant furrow of his brow should've frightened you, and yet you found yourself lured by him instead. He always seemed surprised to see you, no matter how many weeks you'd continued your pattern, as if expecting you to just disappear one day. You were hoping that eventually the shock would fade, and that he'd seem relieved instead.

Upon arriving early at the coffee shop one Thursday afternoon, you were disappointed to see that Thomas wasn't there. You hadn't meant to show up so soon, but you'd felt so angry at your coworkers that you'd decided you couldn't stay at work for a second longer than you had to. Still fuming, you walked into the shop amidst the dwindling crowd of customers. The fact that they were all in such a hurry to leave, knowing Thomas' schedule themselves, had your blood boiling.

Your thoughts were broken by a familiar snap of fingers in your face, "Oi! What's gotten you all in a hissy fit, huh?"

The man at the register was Thomas' uncle, Charlie, who had introduced himself the third time you'd showed up in the shop. He was...not the type of person you would generally find yourself in company with, but he was nice enough when he wanted to be. Even though you hadn't breathed a word of your infatuation with Thomas, he and Luda Mae seemed to be very aware of it. You weren't sure if it made you giddy or uncomfortable when one of them was smiling at you, happy to see you in their shop again.

"What's the matter, darlin'? How bout I get'cha a cup, alright? The usual?" Luda Mae asked from behind Charlie, making her way to the coffee machine before you could respond.

You sighed and apologized, pulling out some money from your pocket. Luda Mae shook her head, "Nah, it's on the house, today. You look like ya need it."

Charlie groaned and turned to her, "Mama, ya can't be givin' out free drinks to them every time they show up!"

"It's my coffee, and I'll do as I please!"

You tiredly smiled at the two, shoving your money in the tip jar while they were looking away. Sitting down at a table nearby, you rubbed your temples in an attempt to rid yourself of a frustrated headache. You didn't realize that a cup of coffee had been set in front of you until a warm, gentle hand rested on your shoulder. Looking up, you saw Luda Mae watching you in concern.

"I'm alright," you sighed. "Just had a long day at work, 's all."

She hummed, sitting down in a chair across from you. You sipped your coffee, sighing at the deep, silky, smooth flavor that hit your tastebuds. Despite your coworkers' very unkind opinions, their description of the coffee was shockingly accurate. The thought of them brought a frown to your lips.

"Oh, is the coffee no good? The machine's been a bit fussy today," Luda Mae sent a glare towards her coffee machine.

"No, no it's delicious! I was just..." You sigh and rub your eyes. "I just need to take a breather, I think."

"Well, alright. But if ya need anything, jus' holler, alright?" she patted you on the back before walking back behind the counter.

You tried to distract yourself with the coffee, but no matter how delicious it was, it wasn't strong enough to rid you of the memories in your head.

"His name is Thomas!" you'd bit out right before taking your leave for the day. "Not Leatherface!"

The disgusted glances they'd sent your way the entire morning had been bad enough, but hearing your coworker's unsavory nickname for him had been the final straw. You'd been tempted to punch each of their faces in, appalled that grown adults were even capable of such childish gossip and name calling, but settled with slamming the door on your way out. And now, your anger was growing again at the ever dwindling crowd in the coffee shop.

Now you understood why Luda Mae and Charlie had been so quick to dismiss you the first time you'd spoken to them, and it hurt to think about. How often must Thomas have been ridiculed or teased in his life for his mother and uncle to just assume that everyone automatically disliked him? That everyone had something nasty to say? The thought alone that anyone would purposely hurt Thomas, just because he was different, made you see red.

You jumped out of your skin when you felt a nudge at your shoulder, looking up to see Thomas standing over you. You were not used to him standing so close to you. He lifted his hand in a small wave, which he'd started doing after the fourth time you'd shown up to the shop, and you reciprocated.

"Hey, you're early!" you smiled at him.

He just shrugged, lifting his hands as if to try and say something with them, but then lowered them. Butterflies filled your stomach as he sat down across from you, his knees barely fitting under the table. You didn't want to seem like you were staring, but it was hard not to. He was just so handsome!

Still, you knew you were apparently in the minority of people who thought so. Everyone who talked about his looks always had to bring up his mask, and the scars on his arms. Someone had even started a rumor about what his face looked like underneath, and the descriptions only grew more and more elaborate as time went on. Even the smarter people that you knew were buying into these stories, and it frustrated you to no end.

"Hm?" you asked.

Thomas gestured if you were alright, and your cheeks heated as you realized you'd gotten lost in your thoughts again. You apologized, assuring him it was nothing, when Luda Mae walked over and placed a cup of coffee in front of Thomas.

"Here ya go, darlin'. Charlie and I will be leavin' in a few minutes. You might have a bit of trouble with the machine...it's been actin' a bit strangely," she told him, and then turned to you with a smile. "I suppose I'll see you next week?"

You nodded, "Hopefully."

Her smile grew wide, and her eyes crinkled at the corners. She gave you another pat on the back, kissed Thomas on the forehead, and then left into the back room. Thomas blushed at his mother's antics, and you couldn't help a smile from forming on your lips.

"You two behave!" Charlie yelled at you before walking into the back room himself.

You nearly choked on your coffee, but managed to compose yourself. The flush on Thomas' face was a lot darker than before, and he huffed in Hoyt's direction. You could feel his distaste rolling off of him in waves, and it was one of the many times you wished Thomas spoke. You always wondered what he was thinking. Was he funny? Was he smart? You got the feeling that he was sarcastic, if his eye rolls were any indication, but you never knew for sure.

Thomas sipped his coffee, alternating between looking at it and looking up at you. He always seemed like he wanted to say something to you, but of course, he never did.

"Have you ever tried to learn sign language?" you asked him.

Thomas slowly shook his head, his fingers twitching as if wanted to add on to that statement.

"Well, we could learn together, if you want!" you suggested, nervously.

Thomas blinked, his eyes burning into yours, and then he nodded. His mouth opened, and then slammed shut again, as his fingers twitched in abandoned attempts to communicate. Frustrated, Thomas stood and walked behind the counter, and then came back with a notepad and a pen. Your heart fluttered, excited and a bit nervous. You'd spent so many weeks wanted to know more about him, and now you supposed you'd get your chance.

So what if he wasn't behind the counter like he was supposed to be? It wasn't like many customers showed up anyway. You'd be surprised if he got more than two or three, and even then they'd probably leave in a hurry.

Seemingly agreeing with you, Thomas sat down and began scribbling on the notepad. Turning it towards you, you saw the phrase "I might learn slow" in very sloppy handwriting. Clearly, his penmanship wasn't the best, but it was legible...and that's all that really mattered.

"That's okay! I don't mind!" you said excitedly.

He nodded, his concern somewhat put to rest, and he clasped his hands on the table in front of him. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as he clasped his hands in front of him, unsure what to do. Hearing his voice for the first time did strange things to you, especially with how gravelly and soft it was. It made you wonder what he'd sound like speaking, if he could.

The bell over the door rang, signaling the entry of a customer. You turned to see who'd entered, and saw Thomas get up from the corner of your eye. He walked behind the counter as the man who'd walked in slowly made his way forward. His stance revealed how nervous he was, but he managed to order a cup of coffee without much fuss. He glanced in your direction, giving you a look similar to the ones your coworkers had given you.

Your gaze fell to Thomas as you played with the rim of your now empty coffee cup. You tried not to ogle his backside for too long, in case he looked your way, but you couldn't help but spare a few glances. It didn't take him long to finish brewing the drink, hurriedly paid for by the man ordering it. The man was out the door when you blinked next, and you rolled your eyes.

Thomas made his way over to you, grabbing your cup before you could protest. At first, you assumed he was going to toss it in the sink, but were surprised to see him going to refill it. Of course, you ordered the same thing every time you showed up, so he didn't have to ask what you wanted.

You jumped when you heard a loud bang, and the smashing of ceramic on the tile. You turned to see Thomas recoil from the coffee machine, grunting in what you could only assume was pain. The machine rattled and hissed until Thomas punched the off button to it, holding onto his right hand as though it had been broken.

You immediately stood from your chair and ran over, uncaring of the broken ceramic on the floor, and took his hand in yours. It was bright red, scalded by the hot water of the machine. You dragged him over to the sink and turned on some cool water, making sure it ran over the worst parts of burn. It wasn't until you'd assessed his burn to be fairly minor that you realized how close you were standing to him.

You were holding his wrist in your hands.

You turned to him, noticing how heavy his breathing had gotten. His eyes were wide as he stared at you, and you were sure yours were as well. One of your hands began to travel a bit past his wrist and up his arm, trailing over the thick hair that lay there. Swallowing, you shook your head to gather yourself and looked back at his hand, turning the water off and gently drying it off with a towel.

"It doesn't look too bad...might hurt for a couple of days," you said, frowning at it.

You looked back up at Thomas, still holding his hand in yours. All the air in your lungs vanished at the look he was giving you, one of disbelief, shock, and...something else. You trembled, frozen in place. His chest heaved, as if having to remind himself how to breathe.

He yanked his hand away when the backdoor opened up to reveal Charlie.

"Sorry, forgot my wallet-" he paused, looking at the two of you with a raised eyebrow. "Weeeell, what've we got here? I thought I told you two ta behave!"

Thomas sighed and grabbed a broom to clean up the mess on the floor. You tried to move out of his way, picking a piece of ceramic out of your shoe that had wedged itself there in your haste to help Thomas.

You cleared your throat, "The machine burned Thomas' hand, so I was just helping..."

"Damn thing! Knew we should've just kept the ol' one!" Charlie whacked the machine with a glare, shaking his head. "I told Mama not to get all dazzle-eyed at how shiny it was, but did she listen? Nah."

He grumbled as he walked over to grab his wallet from under the counter, shoving it in his pocket as he shook his head at the machine. Thomas dumped some of the broken cup pieces in the trash, not even wincing when he accidentally brushed his burnt hand on his apron.

"Guess we'll have to pull out the old one, the way the good lord intended," Charlie huffed before turning to Thomas. "Don't even bother making coffee with this piece of shit, we'll just close for the night."

Thomas stopped sweeping and glanced in your direction, his hesitation catching his uncle's attention. Charlie gave him a long look, eyebrow raised, and then followed his gaze to you. Recognition filled his gaze, and your cheeks grew even warmer than they already were.

"Well, if ya wanna stay open all night, be my guest," he drawled, making his way back out. "But I don't wanna be cleanin' no suspicious stains tomorrow, ya hear me?"

Thomas stomped over and ushered him out the door, and you heard Charlie laugh obnoxiously. Thomas spared a glance at you, clearly embarrassed, and then went back to sweeping. You decided it might be best to give him a bit of space, so you began to walk out from behind the counter.

Your heart rate increased exponentially when Thomas' arm wrapped around your stomach from the front, stopping you in your tracks. His grip on you was strong, and your hands instinctively grabbed his arm, feeling the unevenness of his skin where all his scars were. You wanted to ask him about it, but didn't want to drag up any bad memories.

You turned to him, surprised, and he let go to point down at the floor. A few inches from your foot lay a rather jagged piece of ceramic. The odds of it making its way through your shoe and into your foot were extremely unlikely, but clearly Thomas thought otherwise. His brows were furrowed in concern, searching you for any signs of pain.

"O-oh, thank you Thomas," you laughed awkwardly. "I guess I should probably just stand still then."

He nodded, huffing out a breath that resembled a laugh. You backed away a bit and stayed put, letting him finish his work. You definitely did not ogle his backside again when he crouched down to gather everything up. Once finished, he turned back to you as if to say something, but then shook his head and walked back over to the table. You followed him, surprised when he picked up the coffee his mother had made him, and offered it to you. Your heart swelled and a strange sort of a feeling settled in your stomach when you realized he was trying to make up for the refill he wasn't able to give you.

"No, that's alright, if I have any more coffee I'll be up all night," you smiled at him, gently pushing his cup back towards him. "I guess I'll just have to come back when you guys get the coffee machine working again."

Thomas nodded, satisfied with your reply, before reaching down to the notepad on the table. Scribbling something down really quickly, he tore the paper out and handed it to you. You laughed at loud when you read what it said, covering your mouth with your hand.

"IOU 1 coffee - Thomas"

"I'll put this to good use, don't worry," you thought for a moment. "You work in the back the rest of the week, right?"

Thomas nodded, curious as to why you were asking.

"If I come tomorrow," you hypothesized. "Would you come out and make me a coffee?"

Thomas' cheeks reddened, and he played with the strings of his apron. He looked away for a second, and then around at the empty tables, and then finally back to you. Seeing your hopeful expression, he nodded.

You beamed at him, throwing your arms around him in a hug before you could think of doing otherwise. He jumped, his arms hovering out as if they didn't know what to do. Realizing what you'd done, you began to pull away, only to have two large, and warm hands tentatively settle on your upper back. He was so warm, and his embrace was so gentle.

How could anyone think he was a monster?

You smiled up at him, and he let go of a breath he'd been holding a bit too long. You knew you should leave, since you would need to get up early the next day, and there was no reason for Thomas to have to keep the shop open when he couldn't make coffee. Yet, you found yourself hesitating, comfortable in his arms. He seemed to return the sentiment, his grip on you tightening in a barely noticeable way. The two of you stood there for much longer than you probably should have, reluctant to pull away from each other.

Eventually, you made your way over to the exit, with the door held open by Thomas.

"You take care of that hand, alright?" you stressed. "When I come back tomorrow, it better be on the road to recovery."

Thomas rolled his eyes, but smiled at you with such fondness, you found yourself burning. You told him goodbye, parting ways for the evening, relishing in the way he watched you leave.

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"Well, back so soon?" Charlie teased. "You know it'd be against company policy for me to let'cha out back where Tommy is."

"I actually came to redeem this," you replied, holding up the piece of paper Thomas had given you. "To go, please."

Charlie's grumbled as he pulled out a pair of reading glasses from his pocket. Snatching the paper out of your hand, he read what was written, and his eyebrows raised. Snorting in amusement, he folded his glasses back up and gave you a once over.

Without a word, he walked over to the back door and slammed it open, yelling out into the other room, "TOMMY! GET OUT HERE! AND QUIT GIVIN' OUT COUPONS!"

If you tried to hide the joy you felt upon seeing Thomas, you failed miserably. The smile on your face seemed to be contagious, since Thomas returned it twofold. Neither of you paid any mind to the whispers of the other customers, too wrapped up in your own thoughts.

Luda Mae invited you to dinner while you waited, earning a grumble from Charlie about 'being a freeloader'. You'd agreed, earning an excited and nervous glance from Thomas, who gently placed your coffee in your hands. You smiled at him, confirming that you'd see him later. Waving goodbye to the three of them, you exited the shop to head to work for the day.

It wasn't until you were about to toss the now empty to-go cup in the trash that you noticed a hastily written note on the side.

"Have a good day ♥"

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PART 1

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt coffee shop au #now I can rest #my brain hurts #slasher #slashers #this isn't as good but I've rewritten it like three times so #lol #thomas hewitt

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indig0g0 · 3 years

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If you are so against theft, why you friends with gabriel tho? There has been HOW MUCH evidence against him? I don't know, Newt. Seems Pretty Sus To Me. SEEMS LIKE YOU ARE TRYING TO TAKE THE HEAT OFF THE CURRENT SHIT AGAINST GABE I'M JUST SAYING-

Hi kids, first of all! His name is GABRIEL! Calling him not his name, when he doesn’t like it! Is just like misgendering! Anyway! Lets sit down for this! I was waiting for you (or maybe it was someone else!) to come back for this!

Did you know that its possible, as an adult human being, to disagree with everyone in a situation? Did you also know.... That there’s a difference.... Between using the same concepts? And OUTRIGHT TRACING SOMEONE’S ART? Did you know...... That there was more to the story... than bo’s callout post made it out to be? Did you know there was a third whole design in the mix?

Also before we get started I want to state that as a 25 year old man, who has been in multiple different art communities. You cannot steal a concept. You cannot steal a concept. YOU CANNOT STEAL A CONCEPT. There are 800 trolls with white porcelain masks! There are 800 trans masc jadeblood trolls! These are all concepts! Iridescence as a concept! Is a CONCEPT.

Opalescence is a concept that is similar but different to iridescence.

ANYWAY!!!

LETS SIT DOWN FOR THE WHOLE STORY BECAUSE BOY HAVE I HAD ENOUGH OF BEING ASKED WHERE I STAND ON THIS!

Okay! So! Here’s the thing (the thing! Which I got from someone who WASN’T either Bo or Gabriel! Surprise! There’s AN OUTSIDE PARTY!)

Bo made an iridescent adopt! Gabriel wanted the adopt! But Liam bought the adopt first! Whatever! That’s the end of it of whatever that is! Bo and Gabriel stopped being friends in this time, i think, but that’s not my fucking business because i’m 25 years old and other people’s interpersonal problems aren’t my fucking business!!

Its reasonable here, then, to like the concept behind a design right? And you you probably think “oh this is where gabriel ripped off cosmit, right?” and you’d be wrong!

We’re going to cut to my favorite third party, a loving friend and wonderful person... Echo! Who makes adopts! As a source of income!

Who was like! Hey party people! Suggest themes for me to use in my next batch! of adopts! and now you think... oh... here comes opal.. WRONG AGAIN!

So what happened was... gabriel had been like “i saw this cool iridescent design, and the concept was really cool! maybe you should do an opalescent design!” and echo was like oh fuck yeah i’d love to do that! and so.... they did. Now i’m sure you’re thinking..... Oh it’s Opal!

Except. Actually it wasn’t.

The opalescent (NOT iridescent, they aren’t the same if you were wondering!) troll Echo original made? One of the ones that bo linked in their call out? Isnt opal.

It’s the original opalescent design that echo made! Which they.. Kept! That’s their Magiro!

This is magiro on the end! This is the original design!

this image? the girl on the bottom? THATS FUCKING MAGIRO. THAT IS ART. FROM ECHO’S BLOG. OF ECHO’S CHARACTER.

which looks..... NOTHING like...

this absurdly small screenshot i also pilfered from bo’s callout post! Of cosmit!

Who’s sprites I will not post out of respect for Liam because I have not asked him if I can use it! But the original is necessary so it’s here anyway. (I have permission from Echo to post the originals here! FYI!)

Now because they ended up keeping Magiro! They said! I’ll make you one for free with the same general concept! And lo!

Opal was born! This was the design that Echo did for gabriel! This is opal! As you can see... She looks nothing like cosmit! Except for the fact that she has

dark skin is meant to be black coded and has a similar theme. she even has a nose rings You can see it under her glasses!

and so these are the sprites Gabriel made based off the design ECHO made him

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Now! Here’s where it gets hinky!

Here’s where I don’t agree with either party!

Bo and Liam were upset that Gabriel (and Gabriel alone) apparently ripped off Opal! I don’t see it, and I don’t think you can steal a concept either! But whatever theyre adults they can make their own conclusions!

Now where I don’t agree with Gabriel is... Gabriel started making posts (after being told he was accused the first time, idk by who) about Opal being the BEST opalescent troll in the community! Which is fucked up! It’s immature and I was upset with him for it! And then it spiralled a little!

Gabriel got a call out blog made about him for reasons OTHER than opal! The callout blog tried to bring up opal! Liam made a public statement that he and gabriel were handling it privately! And I thought that was going to be that on that!

or was it!

So in private, and bo’s “call out” will confirm this, the whole party eventually agreed that Gabriel would be making edits to opal to make her theme different instead of white opalescent blah blah, this all is NOT my business and frankly I don’t fucking care.

My problem comes in when it become not enough for bo that Gabriel to make changes to or stop using Opal altogether and started... Boxing gabriel into a new solution? Because Gabriel apparently wasn’t bending over backwards enough? I don’t fucking know! It’s not my fucking business! DURING a time of crisis. DURING. BO DID THIS WHEN GABRIEL WAS ALREADY IN A POSITION TO HAVE A HARD TIME SAYING NO. THIS IS FUCKED UP NO? But! I don’t know how you can post screenshots of you saying “You’re having a bad time because of this tropical storm about to rock your shit and I hate you and want you to go away Take this Hilariously Low sum of money for a character with tons of art and effort” and then think you’re like. In the right here? Bo admits they were stupid angry and that they cancelled the deal on a whim IN Their call out post! And then turned around, in their anger, and started threatening gabriel ! That’s literally blackmailing him! Because he wasn’t doing what they wanted! it’s all literally in the post! I read the whole thing! Gabriel came back with a counter, which was getting rid of Opal altogether including making the replacement in the story NOT black coded, NOT a woman (explicitly stated to be transmasc for the new concept), No piercings etc.

Bo then, later AGAIN during a time of Financial and real life crisis (their confrontation was sent within HOURS of the announcement of another hurricane about to rock houston) decided to turn around and verbally berate Gabriel about how he failed to deliver his apology, turned around, and tried to post a largely evidence-less call out about him.

The reason for Bo doing this?

Gabriel reblogged female-coded aesthetic into the tag. And that was all the proof Bo needed that GABRIEL IS A LIAR BLAH BLAH

heres the thing.

gabriel and i are in a different artist’s server together.

Gabriel has posted the wip of the new design into the server. I’ve seen it. with my own two fucking eyes.

in fact. the new design. BARELY EVEN LOOKS LIKE A FUCKING TROLL AT ALL

IT LOOKS NOTHING LIKE COSMIT

IT DOESNT EVEN FUCKING LOOK LIKE OPAL

BO WENT OFF THE RAILS

FOR LITERALLY NO FUCKING REASON

AND NOW A BUNCH OF 17 YEAR OLDS ON TUMBLR

ARE TRYING TO RUIN NOT ONLY HIS LIVELIHOODS, BUT ALSO EVERYONE AROUND HIM

OVER A DESIGN THAT WAS 3 CONCEPTS REMOVED FROM THE ORIGINAL

ANYWAY TLDR: they both handled this extremely poorly! I do NOT agree with Gabriel’s handling of Bo’s and Liam’s initial concerns! But I SUPER don’t agree with “i own blackcoded opalescent characters as a concept bc i said so” and but mostly?

I really disagree with bo’s attempts to use the crisis of a TROPICAL STORM to solicit the response THEY ALONE wanted.

THIS is why I have bo blocked. I could give a shit LESS about all the other bullshit. Do I like it? No. It is my business? no.

But the sheer fucking LACK OF EMPATHY displayed here is FUCKING ASTOUNDING.

Theres actually OTHER reasons I don’t like bo, which are all 100% unrelated to all this fucking horse shit! But that’s my fucking business!! anyway!! fuck off!!

#newtnewt #read this if you want #i've been effectively blacklisted from the community since that one toddler called gabriel out in april anyway so what do i really have to l #drama #i fucking GUESS #Anonymous

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