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blueisquitetired · 1 year

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When you got time, do you have any tips on writing Ingo and Emmets dialogue? I really like how you write them but I can't seem to get their speech down. It's mainly Ingos which is annoying since he canonical has more dialogue than Emmet.

Oh thank you!! I’m glad you enjoy- writing these boys dialogue is one of my favorite parts of writing and has made me seriously consider how I write speech for every character I do. It’s been great practice!

Okay, actual advice time lol.

HOW TO WRITE INGO AND EMMET

(According to me, Blue)

(Now, keep in mind that there isn’t one true way to write the boys, and this is just how I personally write them. Take this with a grain of salt)

When you’re first starting out writing the boys I recommend writing dialogue in your own voice and then submasifying it.

For example, let’s take this dialogue and transform it:

“Sorry I’m late for work! My dog chewed through my nice pants so I had to find some new ones! It’s been a bit of a rough day today, not gonna lie.”

So starting with Ingo-

Ingo talks extremely formally and is super long winded. When writing dialogue for him, try to imagine a fancy British butler who uses long words and long sentences. Replace normal words with more “fancy” ones and use more words then you really need to. (A thesaurus can be extremely useful for this)

“My sincerest apologies for my tardy arrival!”

Then, pepper in train terms as much as possible. If he goes three sentences without saying something train related, find a way to stick one in. If you’re stuck, look up a list of train words and take inspiration (I’ll include a list of train expressions I commonly pull from at the bottom of the post) (Make sure to use “Bravo!” and “All aboard!” whenever applicable as well)

“I awoke to the unpleasant surprise of joltik holes in my trousers this morning- which delayed my cab significantly as I was forced to find an undamaged pair!”

I personally strive to use consonants (stuff like I’d, we’ll, don’t) as little as possible with the boys. For Emmet it’s to add to the choppiness of his dialogue and for Ingo it’s because that man would rather use fifty words when one will do. (It also makes them sound more professional!)

“Honestly, after a morning like this one, I pray that the remainder of today’s tracks prove to be much smoother.”

Another thing to keep in mind is that Ingo is extremely polite while Emmet is a bit more blunt. Try to use titles like “sir” and “miss” when writing Ingo- and then just don’t bother with Emmet.

Next up is Emmet, who I personally find much harder then Ingo! Unlike Ingo who’s dialogue you need to add words to, Emmet you need to subtract and simplify! This is the post I originally read to kinda get the jive of things, but here’s my pointers!

First off, figure out what concepts the are being expressed in your sentence, and split those apart.

“Sorry I’m late for work!” has two parts- an apology and an acknowledgment that the person is late. For Emmet we would want to split this single sentence into two.

“I am Emmet! I am late! Sorry!”

Next is vocal ticks! Emmet has several, and they should ideally be sprinkled in sparingly through his dialogue. (You can see that I used ‘I am Emmet’ in the previous section)

‘I am Emmet’ should be used when he is joining a conversation or when he’s about to say something about himself. It CAN be used more then once in a single conversation- but try not to overdo it.

‘Verrrrrrrry’ is another one! Other submas authors have him roll the r on other words as well, but I stick with verrrrrry. This one is easy to use- just extend the word very with extra Rs and use very whenever naturally applicable.

‘Yup’ is one as well- and one I admittedly don’t use often. It rarely jives with the way I write Emmet so I usually don’t bother- but you should definitely keep it in mind!

And of course, train terms! Less often then Ingo of course (since he says less words in general) but if you can find a way to fit it in, go for it.

“The joltiks chewed holes in my pants! Verrrrry naughty. Had to find new pants. Holey pants do not pass safety checks! Yup!”

Finally, the man likes his patterns! When writing Emmet it’s a good idea to have his Blubapedia page open nearby so you can just steal chunks of his script from that. (You can, and should do this for Ingo too!)

“Bad morning. Oh well. Follow the schedule! Everybody smile! All aboard!”

Of course, the man is perfectly capable of speaking longer sentences- but when and where he does so is up to the author.

All that being said, it’s important to remember that you’ll likely have to attempt their dialogue a few times before getting a sentence to flow right. Even for these examples I had to do a couple takes until I found one that really worked!

Here’s a couple of other notes for writing Pokémon characters in general:

Watch out for expressions and words that use animals. (like beeline or ‘in the dog house’) Try to replace those words with their Pokémon counterparts- (such as combeeline [which I’ve typed so many times I’ve started using internally in my day to day life]) or something that sounds close enough (like if your censoring f***, ducklett doesn’t work nearly as good as duck. So try muk instead!)

Do your best to replace religious swears with Pokémon religion! Instead of heavens, or the big G word, use words like, ‘Dragons!’ Or ‘Sweet Swords of Justice!’ (Of course, these are Unovan swears. For Hisui you should be using things like ‘Sinnoh’ and ‘great Time!’. Other regions have their own legendaries as well)

And finally, my list of train terms I pull from regularly!

Cab (or car): To refer to one’s body

“I am afraid my cab is in need of repairs.”

Tracks: A plan or intended route

“Very well! I will follow the tracks you have set!”

Destination: The goal or like, the actual destination

“Bravo! Your talent has brought you to the destination called victory!”

Station (or terminal): A location

“Very well! Let us set our tracks to the Pearl Clan’s station!”

Two Car Train (or three or four or whatever number you need): Friends or a team

“Emmet and I are a two car train!”

Couple (opposite being uncoupled): To join together

“I must ask that you couple your car to mine as we make our way through here. It can get quite dangerous!”

Engine: Another term for your body, but more specifically in regards to energy or drive

“I’m afraid I must rest my engine.”

Refuel: Eat.

“It is getting quite late- let us take a break to refuel.”

Conducting: Guiding

“I look forward to conducting you on this endeavor!”

Derailment (or collision, wreck, trainwreck): Something that has gone wrong.

“Apologies. It appears I have been derailed.”

Unscheduled (opposite being scheduled): Something unexpected

“Ah! A cave in! It appears we must make an unscheduled stop.”

Passenger: Person (or Pokémon)

“It appears we have picked up some unexpected passengers!”

Conductor: Ingo sometimes uses this to refer to himself (works especially well in Hisui)

“Passenger, please refrain from stabbing the conductor”

Delay: Something happening later then scheduled

“Apologies for the delay! Let us begin!”

Sidetracked: put off course

“Ah, but now I have sidetracked us with this talk.”

All aboard!: Good conversation ender 💙

“ALL ABOARD!!!”

#submas #blue askbox #blue’s writing #subway master ingo #subway master emmet #writing tips

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boxwinebaddie · 7 months

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FLASHBACKS R UNDERRATED 🗣🗣‼️‼️ I swear I can't be the only one who ADORES the flashbacks they're so good never apologise for a good juicy flashback

As a ( failing ) trans man who has not come out to his own dad ( I hate that word ) who he also has a complicated but non-existent relationship with I cannot express how much this means to me

I would also love to learn more about my own culture as I am a quarter Mexican through my dad but there's limited family from him in Canada 2/3 of which have sadly passed

Stan also means a lot to me and I rgehrhjejr. The way you portray him just. makes me so happy!! Your writing has genuinely done so much for me as I am quite literally Stan Marsh and trans masc Stan makes me so so sooooo happy. He's annoying as fuck, most definitely has an ugly tea kettle laugh, but is pure in heart and I can resonate with that ( heavy on the laugh )

I hyh from all the poor things that have come your way and I will fight that infection myself!! Fists up!! And Not only your body but your heart because break ups SUCK

-Stan 🧡( my tablet doesn't have the orange heart but Tumblr is very annoying to copy paste things 💔💔 )

orange heart stanon,

okay, please don't laugh at me, but...this literally made me cry??? help??? oh my god??? what my fanfiction means to you, this message means to me, words cannot express how absolutely lovely you are, my dearest darling. <3 :'}

but i am going to get stern with you for a moment because you are not, in any way shape or form, a failure.

take that that thought and *stan marsh vc* recycle it, baby!

( sorry this got very long; you know how i am....smh )

not being out to a parent or anyone else in your life does not diminish the validity of your identity and there are several reasons why coming out to someone in your life may not always be the right choice at any given time ( namely for comfort and safety reasons. )

really, i find it can be terribly cruel that members of the lgbtq community have to put themselves in danger/discomfort in order to be seen and heard by the rest of the world when cis and straight people just get to go about their business...smh.

with that said! coming out is not easy! i weave a lot of my experiences into my stories to make them real and ( if you can recall ) pep!stan was extremely nervous to come out to randy and had to take a xanax and i also had to do that after i asked my girl best friend to prom. i was extremely incoherent and don't remember how that went ( i sang, apparently? which is why stan also sang? ) but my dad and my mom were, thankfully, very supportive of me. <33

but thats not always the case! sometimes you don't always have that support system! and gender dysphoria can be awful enough without having it triggered by the prodding of parents or family members fanning the flames on facebook!!! please rem(ember):

YOU DO NOT OWE ANYONE ANYTHING.

you owe the world dust. you don't owe the world or anyone in it a goddamn thing. you are who you are regardless of whether or not other people choose to acknowledge it. you are who you are regardless of who you share yourself with. you are who you are.

and in my ask box, on my tumblr, in my life and in my heart: you are seen, loved, valued and protected. you are safe here, my angel.

so do not ever call yourself a failure, even as a joke, because you have done nothing but make me extremely proud of you. <3

( also if it helps, stan calls randy "bother" instead of father and "bad" instead of dad...sometimes i use "parental" or "that guy" haha. i think what most men fail to realize is that being a man with a child does not automatically make you a father...its not a right its a privilege. )

and i am glad that you are curious about your heritage!

( side bar, very excited to see you have some roots in canada! not because i have anything to do with canada but because...rm!stan fkn loves canada aka the homeland of stans first bf wayne gretsky, fireball, the drink of fall scented boyfailure alcoholics everywhere and ike broflovski, who is in next chapter! )

it can be kind of a can of worms to open sometimes, but i think if anyone was going to learn about yourself, it should be you right? i'd follow that paper trail as far back as it goes, watch tiktok videos, make meaningful connections with family members or people who you trust and have fun going out with lanterns and finding yourself.

ok this part is the part that made me.... :''''''} wheeeew!

i cannot tell you how much it means to me that you resonate with stan ( which, as i told lowercase/in love stan, was a wonderful thing because of how lovely he is ) because he is really very special to me.

all of my stans are very precious to me and my favorite character to write because of all his really beautiful complexities and introspections. i think it takes a lot of courage to be so sad and struggle so much and still smile. hes extremely strong for that.

however, rm!ravenstan specifically means a lot to me because...i was not sure how people would react to him. other than the plot of rm being crazy, writing a poc transmasc stan was kind of a risky thing to do because i was very worried about misportraying him or not doing justice by his identity/the identities of my readers so...

the fact that you can find parts of yourself in him is wonderful to me.

( getting all the positive imput about my characterization from actual trans, latinx and specifically trans latinx people is so so precious to me because, while i am not trans ( or latinx, though, i am half filipino on my mothers side ) i watched my dearest guy friend transition over the course of multiple years very closely, did extensive research, worked with a lot of trans students and did my best to listen to my heart and soul and write an accurate portrayal of collected experiences...aka ravenstan...who i daresay is my favorite character

i am very excited you guys get to see more of him by the way! aaa )

also unfortunately, he is so lovely that i did have to make him annoying to balance that out so he is super fucking annoying. also i love his terrible laugh oh my god. if you have time to make your laugh sound good are you really laughing tbh? a bad laugh is a good laugh.

thank you for your kind words my friend! i am attempting to hold down the fort here both emotionally and physically. and to be honest, i am more annoyed about my body fucking up on me than my relationship failing, to tell you the truth. this is my evil era.

( as you can tell, between my tears, that i am so evil and cruel and angry and do not want to smush your cheeks haha <333 )

but! fear not! i, like stanley marsh in both my ninaverses, are unkillable and like all my kyles, am bat shit insane! i will live or haunt all of your beyond the grave.

before i go, please be kind to yourself, orange heart stanon. do not punish yourself for the feelings of others. live unapologetically. you have come so much further than you realize and i can't wait to see where you end up.

-proud father figure uncle nina

edit: WAIT I FORGOT TO TALK ABOUT THE FLASHBACKS!!!! thank you SO MUCH!!! i love the flashbacks! like i know that people want plot progression but might i argue that they actually...are plot progression even if we are going backwards in time? like just in that one chapter alone, you all got to learn more about ravenstan than in all of those three chapters??? which!!!! is so fun!!! aaaa

also i think it just gives important content to stan and kyles prior relationship and the flashbacks are a way of me showing you guys just how much love they have for each other like...barring any chaos that's happening in the plot, i can throw you guys a flashback and it can be lovely an the boys can be lovely in it.

( which is nice considering in both my fanfics the boys are either fighting, dont like eachother or one of them is DEAD??? )

also the flashbacks are my favorite to write because i can be weird and creative with the lore. i get worried about them because theyre not totally canon compliant but theyre actually the part of my fics people like the best!!! like hyh was a flashback!!!! and actually everything up until stan wakes up after tolkiens party was a flashback technically...i think?

ALSO THIS CHAPTER IDK SOMETHING ABOUT THAT HOCKEY PUCK FLASHBACK I WAS OBSESSED WITH just bc it was like??? such a profound act of love like it was something that would have ruined kyles life that stan did in five seconds and would do again!!!! like almost permanently disfigured him but it was worth it </333

anyways, a lot of the backstory from rm is in flashbacks so i am attempting to weave them in and figure out how to do that ALSO WHENEVER I DROP PEP 12 a flashback i love is in there aaaaa.

-uncle nina....rambling again smh i love flashbacks

#im sorry this got so long #this seriously touched my heart #you are so brave and strong and good and wonderful #seriously you owe the world dust #and im really glad stan means so much to you #he is so dear and precious to me #and i write him with a lot of integrity and pain and love and emotion and im glad it comes across #i love writing stan sm hes just soooooo hes so interesting #but be kind to yourself my angel #thank you for gracing my inbox

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actualbird · 10 months

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luke illness hc anon here from a while back hfjsjd-

first of all, YAY FOR MORE DEPICTIONS OF LUKE'S ILLNESS!!! secondly, ngl when he started losing his strength on his right arm i most definately went "CALLED IT!!!" but as a luke pearce stan i want to Cry.

// spoilers for tot main story 9

i assume these are two different anons, but i'll answer them both in one go since theyre talking about the same main topic and referencing the same past post!!

@ anon 1: oooooOOHH WAIT R U THE ANON who asked me this question months back for headcanon's on luke's illness? if yes, hi again! and RIGHT RIGHT YESSSS MORE INFORMATION AND ESCALATING SYMPTOMS AND U TOTES CALLED IT. i love it, it's a double edged sword of enjoyment cuz on one hand im so satisfied seeing a progression of his illness finally after it being in limbo for the longest time but...

on the other hand....

.....yeah i wanna cry too KJVAJFHVSKFAKFS

the arm thing was such a nice detail. nerve damage does a Lot and it was very satisfying to see it escalate from pain episodes (i.e. nerves firing the wrong kinda signals) to an entire limb's momentary loss of sensation/motor skills (i.e. nerves just....NOT firing signals at all for a moment)

i mentioned in that previous linked ask that ive also got a neuro condition (not severe just annoying), so more symptoms i'd like to see (or if it doesnt happen in canon, fun for fanfic to play around with) from luke's illness progression would be the following: involuntary movement (i.e. nerves firing the wrong kinda signals but in the motor skills department), nerve issues in other extremities (ive had involuntary movement issues hit one of my legs while sitting and i just spasm'd outta my seat), and nerve problems exacerbated by stress (also common for me, the more freaked i am the more common a bunch of these get....sORRY I REALIZE IM JUST OFFLOADING ALL MY OWN SYMPTOMS ONTO LUKE AHAHAHAA), and troubles with finer motor skills (use of fingers, hands, wrists. luke handles weapons often....whatd happen if his grip strength went awry when hes holding a knife? a gun? many thoughts)

the nervous system is weird and complicated. seeing this new neurodegenerative symptom from luke feels very much like the beginning of more to come. also, luke needs a hug. he needs so many hugs. and more medical treatment thats not just "the strong pill [painkiller]" that luke called aaron for in that one scene, LUKE PLEASE JHDVJFHSD. OTL

@ anon 2: IT'S SO NOT A BAD THING AT ALL IM ALSO RLLY GLAD TO SEE THIS, as i write in the first portion of this response. like, it's not that we Want to see luke in pain and fearing his illness getting worse and worse, it's that the illness has been here since the beginning and it is beyond satisfying to see it no longer be something static, for it to change and affect the story, affect luke's character and how he interacts with others.....

i also totally dont want him magically cured JHVDFJSDVFK like, with how much Worse it's gotten, his recovery has to take into account how hard the journey has been thus far, both narratively and medically. i uh. um. [VERY VERY VAGUE SPOILERS FOR CN SERVER AHEAD but] i saw a spoiler from future main story 12 that definitely shows that luke is not magically cured at that point and is getting worse

so, HELL YEAH, BIG WIN FOR PEOPLE WHO WANNA SEE THIS PROGRESS!! but also //loud sobbing

huge HUGE agree that luke's illness and chronic symptoms are nice to see from a representation perspective. when the arm thing happened while i was playing i was first like "OMG WE'RE TWINNING!!!" and then i was like "OH NO" jashfvKJHVKJHK

my hopes for luke's illness eventually becoming a have-to-longterm-manage-this-for-the-rest-of-his-life-but-it-wont-kill-him chronic condition is still very true. it's something i have a lot of feelings about

//holds luke gently....

#get this man some damn anticonvulsant medication MY GOSH!!!!!!#asks #anon #tot spoilers

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yamalegacy · 3 years

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can you do nsfw headcanons with mt lady please?

can i? can i do n/sfw hcs for one of my favourite characters? of fucking course i am! and i will happily do so bc i'm big time horned monster for lil miss mt lady! and well, since i didn't know where to start, in true super extra french fashion, went overboard and finished the n/sfw alphabet for her 💛

i’d already done a, d, l, m, t, y but i added them to this post so that i can have a full alphabet in one post!

cw: mentions of dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, threesomes, dry humping, finger sucking and slight oral fixation probably, mentions of so many things tbh. yū is a brat. also, pubic hair and stretch marks? idk man

⚠️ MDNI not so casual reminder for minors to not interact with this post ⚠️

A — AFTERCARE ( what are they like after sex? )

she is a bottom through and through and a pillow princess, so get ready to have to take care of her because she gets even lazier than usual after a good fuck. she can get whiny and demanding, asking for a bath or tea or both, but you’ll always be rewarded with cuddles and kisses. if she doesn’t fall asleep, that is.

B — BODY PART ( which body part do they like the most? )

big time ass and thighs girl right here. she enjoys a handful (or two handfuls, you know), girl loves a shapely ass that feels nice in her hands. she can’t keep her hands off of a nice ass.

C — CUM ( any headcanon about cum )

she complains a lot about basically all things cum related at first lbr, not to the point of complaining about going down on you (well, depending on how much you come, really...). it’ll take a while for yū to accept to kiss you after you eat her out, but you’ll catch her moaning at the taste of her own arousal more than once. and well. maybe sucking on your fingers after you fucked her turns her on a whole fucking lot. don’t expect her to admit it out loud tho.

D — DREAMS ( do they have sex dreams? what kind? how do they react? )

fairly regular kinky dreamland visitor. yū hates her sex dreams though. she always wakes up just when things are getting good, so she wakes up wet, needy and desperate every time. if you aren’t sleeping together that night, she’ll send you messages to complain, or even call you, hoping for a quickie over the phone. if you’re in her bed, she won’t care what time it is, she’ll wake you up and demand that you make her come. if you ignore her and go back to sleep, be ready to deal with a grumpy pro hero all day long (poor kamui woods has heard her complain about it way too many times and wishes he could forget everything she’s told him, especially that one time she dreamed about a threesome with you and him).

E — EXPERIENCE ( how much experience do they have? )

a lot less than you’d expect her to. yū is still young and she’s been extremely busy trying to become a pro hero so she hasn’t had that much time to experiment. she’s had a few partners, but it’s mostly been vanilla experiences for her.

F — FAVORITE POSITION ( what is their favorite sex position? )

she likes when things are close and personal, so missionary is always good with her, honestly. she loves being able to see your face and kiss you when you fuck her. yū also enjoys being bent over your lap, so that you can fuck her with your fingers and pull at her hair — learn how to multi-task, my friend, and she’ll be putty in your hands.

G — GRAB ( where do they like to have their hands on you the most? )

ass ass ass. thighs. ass. there’s very few things that yū loves more than a good ass and she will never stop touching it when it’s within her reach. when she is acting jealous or possessive, she tends to grab you by the wrists. if she’s still feeling possessive when you get home, she will crawl on top of you and keep her fingers wrapped around your wrists for a while, and then intertwine your fingers. yū has a habit of squeezing, it’s a way for her to make sure that you’re there, with her, that you aren’t going to go away.

H — HOT & BOTHERED ( what are they like when turned on? )

oh boy. is she a wild one! no matter what, she will be needy, but it might manifest in two very different ways. 1) she’ll give you the cold shoulder and pretend that she totally isn’t horny and desperate, she’s stubborn like that, but she sucks at hiding those things from you; she always presses her thighs together, that’s her biggest tell 2) she’ll just outright initiate intimacy, kiss your neck, straddle your lap and grind on your thigh.

I — INTIMACY ( how caring are they during/after sex? )

yū isn’t exactly the most gentle of lovers in general, even outside of your sex life. she is good with gentle touches, like caressing you, touching your hair, but when it comes to sex... little miss pillow princess expects you to take care of her. and she can be pretty demanding about it. but her habit of holding your hands is one of the ways she shows she cares.

J — JACK OFF ( any masturbation headcanon )

when adrenaline sets down after a day at work, yū needs the release more than anything, it’s also a really good way for her to relieve some stress. being a pro hero isn’t easy every day after all! she tends to want to make it quick because she doesn’t have all that much patience, which is exactly why she avoids penetration when touching herself; she’s all about rubbing her clit and vibrators — and she knows how to make it rough and quick.

K — KINK ( favorites? which ones do they keep secret? )

(semi) public sex, edging, overstimulation and multiple orgasms. dominance and any display of dominance that might be associated with a dom/sub dynamic, really. yū is a sub and it shows. she’ll complain about orgasm control because she’s not getting the release she needs, but it’s one of her favorite things. she has a bit of an oral fixation, bit of an obsession with sucking your fingers and licking them clean after you’ve fucked her, but she... well, she doesn’t want to admit it tho. it’s not that much of a secret since it’s become extremely obvious to you. on the other hand, she wouldn’t mind trying some roleplay/petplay and a bit more of degradation, but she sure af would mind saying it out-loud.

L — LOCATION ( what is their favorite place to have sex? )

being the pillow princess that she is, yū will always favor a comfortable bed over anything else, but it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy sex in other places. the two of you have become well acquainted with the couch at her agency (which has led to some awkward situations when you realized too late that you weren’t actually alone in the building).

M — MOTIVATION ( what turns them on? )

extremely sensitive and painfully easy to turn on. you barely have to try to turn her on most of the time, really. run your fingers on her inner thighs, grab her by the waist, whisper in her ear about what you want to do to her and she’ll be ready to go. yū will complain a lot if you do it in public, but that’s only because it gets her turned on in record time! hearing your voice, your praises, spurs her on better than anything else.

N — NOPE ( any turn offs or hard limits? )

she is a bit claustrophobic and her quirk makes it dangerous for her to feel trapped, which is why you have a safeword. she doesn’t like being handcuffed or tied down unless she knows she has an easy way out. she likes when you sit on her face, but not for too long, for the same reasons.

O — ORAL ( do they like giving or receiving? a preference? )

yū is an oral enthusiast, of course. she prefers receiving (she isn’t a pillow princess for no reason), but she enjoys pleasing you and being good for you, so there’s not a doubt she enjoys going down on you.

P — PACE ( fast or slow? )

her impatience makes it harder for her to enjoy slow at times. she wants it hard and fast (partly because it’s much easier than dealing with feelings). and well, when you take it slow and edge her... she is so sensitive that she’s come without permission on accident more than once because she just can’t control it. fast is easier because then she knows you just expect her to come.

Q — QUICKIE ( are they up for a quickie? )

always. all the time. never not up for a quickie.

R — ROMANCE ( do they like romantic gestures to set the mood? )

while she likes the idea on paper, the whole concept of taking the time to enjoy the moment, have nice scented candles and a warm bath, and she might put some effort into it when she has days off tbh. but it’s mt lady we’re talking about, you should know better than to expect all that romance fantasy! yū still knows how to surprise you from time to time.

S — STAMINA ( how long can they last? )

yū is a pro hero. she has years of training behind her and regularly works up to stay in shape, so she definitely has the stamina to go several rounds! but depending on how tiring her day has been. honestly, she might not make it to a first orgasm one some days, but those are rare occasions.

T — TALK ( what is their dirty talk like? )

yū isn’t necessarily the best with words; she’s all for kisses and touches. but if you’re touching her the right way, she’ll tell you how good you are. she won’t hesitate to tell you that she’s all yours and that she’s wet just for you.

U — UNFAIR ( how much do they tease? )

this woman. she knows your weaknesses, she knows what turns you on, what makes you want her the most. she likes to provoke more than to really tease; she wears the outfits that you love the most on her, the cute bras that push her tits up just right, the pretty sets of lingerie that she’s bought to look nice for you. if she’s feeling mean, she’ll swat your hands away when you try to touch her, but honestly, it won’t last long because. well. once again, yū is extremely impatient and there’s no much that can be done about it.

V — VOLUME ( how loud are they? )

makes a lot of noises but isn’t super loud in general. moans and whines, a lot of them. she makes the prettiest noises, honestly.

W — WILD CARD

you can't tell me that with her quirk she doesn't have stretch marks. she kinda hates them and is glad that her hero costume hides them, but seriously, just take a minute to kiss them and run your fingers over them. funnily enough, while she hates her own stretch marks, she could spend hours appreciating yours.

X — X-RAY ( any headcanon about their bodies and grooming habits )

yū takes really good care of herself and her body — she doesn’t like to shave everything off when it comes to her pubic hair, she keeps it clean and trimmed tho. she has very nice ethics when it comes to her appearance. shaves, no waxing, she hates the idea of having to go to a salon and have a stranger touch her, even if it’s their job.

Y — YEARNING ( how desperate do they tend to be? )

mt. lady is queen of yearning. she’s also queen of pretending that she doesn’t miss you all the time. if work takes over her life for a few days and she can’t see you for a while, you can expect her to just be glued to you the second she sees you again. she’ll be extra needy and probably want to ride your thigh. she wouldn’t be able to let you go. and yet she’ll try (and fail) to pretend like she didn’t miss you and wasn’t desperate to feel you again.

Z — ZZZZ… ( how quickly do they fall asleep? )

well... it’s happened a few times that she fell asleep embarrassingly quickly after an orgasm... let’s say you’ve stopped counting how many times she’s fallen asleep with your fingers in her mouth.

#mha x reader #mha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x you #mha smut #bnha smut #mt lady x reader #⛰️ takeyama yu ( mt lady )#⚠️ mdni ⚠️#🍌 headcanons

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razorblade180 · 3 years

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Interdimensional Moms: Bonus

Part 4 here<-

After many tears and tissue boxes, all members of team RWBY had finally stopped crying. Blake was the best off with her eyes a little red while Ruby was the complete opposite. The girl’s face was still rather red and her eyes were puffy. She hadn’t even completely stopped sniffling yet; much like tear marked partner. Yang on the other hand rested her head on the table. She had cried hard enough to giver herself a minor headache. She was completely drained.

Yang:Ugh, this blows! I thought this was gonna be a fun learning experience.

Blake:We definitely learned. It just so happens we had to poke at some.... extremely sensitive topics.

Weiss:I’m all for looking inward and self reflection but I’ve had my fill.

Ruby:Same. Should’ve kept the summary light.

Yang:No, I’m glad you got that off your chest. We just need a way to lighten the mood.

Blake:.....I kicked Weiss’s butt in a tournament.

RWY:......What?

Blake:During the time spent training for Salem, another tournament was held between the schools. It had team matches and singles. I kicked Weiss’s butt in my fourth round. It was a good day.

Weiss:How is that lightening mood!?

Blake:Listen, it was a big deal! I never thought I was gonna win the whole tournament but I really wanted to beat you. I love you but your head gets a little big when you’re on a roll for too long; plus I just really didn’t want to lose. I always felt a bit of rivalry between us.

Yang:Hehe, is that you’re way of saying “It would look bad to lose to a Schnee?”

Blake:Well it would!

Ruby:Hehehe.

Yang:Wait, does that mean we went back to school?

Blake:Yeah. It was pretty comforting. There was definitely a lot left to learn.

Yang:Weird. School kinda faded into the background.

Ruby:I went back to school. We all did actually. It was fast tracked by roughly a year but it was fun. We all got to pose in caps and gowns.

Weiss:Damn! I should’ve went back just for that. Unfortunately I was busy making rent and learning how to properly preheat a oven.

Yang:It’s like two buttons.

Weiss:Gas stove, and six years out of date.

Yang:Awww, you had to learn the hard way. I’m surprised and thankful you never left the gas on.

Weiss:There’s an alarm for that. Also I’m not irresponsible! Anyways, I mentioned similar tournaments earlier. I didn’t participate much but enough old videos of me in them were enough for to really light a fire under my kids. For awhile I was a bit concerned that they were just following a trend but they really love it. They used to always go around playing like knights when they were tiny.

Ruby:Carmine was a little different. She definitely always tried doing things I could but nothing got the girl jumping like seeing Yang’s horses or new ballet shoes. There wasn’t a morning when I didn’t hear a vase fall over or seeing her spin like a top. Carmine still hums some old routines when she isn’t paying attention.

Yang:Not too many memories of Yujin when she was pint size. But I do remember that wild child always loved using my bandannas for everything! Napkins, capes, ropes; anything but an actual bandanna. I used to get a bit upset with the napkin one but she’d always look at me with her big eyes and crazy hair. I never stayed mad.

Weiss:Softie.

Yang:She was like a pudgy puff ball! Fat cheeks and wholesome smiles. Ah! So adorable!

Weiss:I used to always have at least one of my kids on my hip when I was out and about. I think the media has a magazine amount of pictures of me at the park kissing my babies. Summer liked tummy rubs. She’d never go to sleep without one. Some nights I’d sing too but start to doze off so Jaune would have to take over.

Yang:*smiles* Speaking of Jaune.....

Ruby:No.

Yang:You don’t even know what I was-

Ruby:Were you about to suggest we compare our Jaune’s in the bedroom?

Yang:*red*......Well not just the bedroom! What’s the harm!? I just wanna know if he’s consistent across the board. No need to get detailed.

Weiss:You really never change no matter the world.

Yang:Can’t change greatness. It shows in any form!

Blake:He’s pretty compliant and accommodating. The benefits of being his first when I had prior knowledge I suppose.

Ruby:Don’t answer!

Blake:Why not? I’m comfortable with it.

Yang:Don’t listen to those two Blake. They’re just a bit more embarrassed since Jaune has literally been their one and only.

Blake:Huh, I never thought about it like that. Jaune would’ve been the first person you two opened up to on such a level; especially Weiss.

Yang:That’s still hilarious. All the protesting and somehow you found yourself stripping for the guy.

Weiss:Shut up! I already know! It was....I.... *blushing* emotions ran really high.

Ruby:An entire mental rollercoaster of thoughts and firsts happening all at once. Anxiety was high.

Yang:Heh, so you could say that Jaune Arc-

RW:Got through our walls. Hardy har har.

Yang:Shit, I am the same in every universe. Well I don’t have any reservations about it! *grinning* He makes me feel special every time!

Blake:Bottom.

Yang:I’m ignoring you.🎶

Ruby:Hehe, sounds about right. He...might make me feel a bit special as well.

Blake:Switch.

Ruby:How can you just guess off of that!?

Blake:It’s a gift.

Weiss:......

Blake:*smiling*

Weiss:Leave me alone.

Blake:I don’t know what has you embarrassed. You told us you’ve slept with everyone here except Ruby! I knew you were repressed but geez.

Weiss:For your information it wasn’t my idea! It was yours!

Blake:Not surprising. Let’s switch the topic. How is this other child of mine? Can’t picture me having a daughter.

Weiss:Veronica is very sensitive. Even if she tries to act like she isn’t. One time when she was tiny, a soccer ball hit her straight in the face and she sprung up saying “I’m fine!” Then you took her behind the bleachers to patch her up; tears all on her face. It both breaks my heart and very adorable to see her act fine while her ears are folded back.

Ruby:Your other son Kovu was a bit of cry baby. Partly my fault. Carmine kept beating him up and making fun of him.

Blake:What!?

Yang:Ha! Wait, that’s my kid too. How the heck!? Are you telling me you raised the rowdy child and I got the baby?

Ruby:Yang you’re a baby. I’m like twice as rowdy compared to you. A nevermore got worked day one at school.

Weiss:She has a point. You cry the most out of any of us.

Yang:Wha- that not- how....shut up! *pouts* I’m not that touchy.

Ruby:Kovu is a sweetie and not a cry baby. Carmine is just a little mean when she tries to care about others. She beat him up in an attempt to make Kovu give up dreaming about being a huntsman. That way he wouldn’t be in such a dangerous job. Reasonable logic but you know, a little over the top. Almost broke his arm. Boy did I chew her out. All it did was make him want to try harder.

Yang:Fantastic. I shouldn’t expect less from my own blood. I bet Yujin would like him. Which reminds me, anybody have kids in relationships?

RWB:We’re working on it.

The three women paused briefly before laughing at their meddling. Yang could only admire and fear her friends.

Yang:Should I be scared for your children?

Blake:Lucas needs someone to break up the routine in his life. I’m not saying he has to date her, but it would put a smile on my face.

Ruby:Carmine takes after me, not really thinking about stuff like relationships much. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t at all. Carmine tries her best to not act like she’s a teenaged girl with teenage wishes. But everyone sees right through it. I’m fine with her not being in one but I would like if she acknowledged that it’s okay to just....ugh, be normal! Why can nobody have normal knees in my life!?

Weiss:Nick likes Valerie who tries to deny she likes him by liking Summer, who doesn’t like her; while Veronica crushes on Nick who obviously has conflicting feelings.

RBY.....

Yang:Why is it always complicated with you?

Weiss:How is this my fau- okay it is a little bit.

Blake:Where do you stand?

Weiss:I think Valerie would be lovely for him.

Yang:What’s wrong with my baby girl!?

Blake:Yeah!?

Weiss:One, not yours. Two, have you met who I’m married to? Can’t really say he’s wasting his efforts. Though I wouldn’t be upset with Veronica. I think those two might be good for each other.

Blake:Any other bombshells people got?

Ruby:......

Ruby:Ilia is happily married.*sips coffee*

Blake:Oh that’s wonderful! I’m glad she found a loving wi-

Ruby:*smirks* To Sun.

Blake:....*stands up* I need, champagne!

A bottle of champagne poofs into existence with several glasses. Blake immediately pours everyone a glass before raising hers into the sky.

Blake:Ruby Rose, today you’ve erased guilt upon my conscious. I’m happy there’s one world where it seems all of my good exes get over me.

Ruby:Are the Ilia and Sun where you’re from miserable like Yang!?

Blake:No, but they kinda fumble in actually going for relationships. It just always makes me feel a little bad.

Yang:You can technically count two worlds. I’m fine, Ilia is dating a pretty secretary, and your one evil ex is now raising a morally good family.

Blake:You’re right! This calls for a double toast! To alternate universes! *puts glass down*

Weiss:Haha, aren’t you gonna drink it!?

Blake:No I’m still recovering; but how could I pass up the opportunity!? Man I wish I could attend that wedding! I don’t know if I’d be a bridesmaid or the best man!

Yang:You’re just gonna steal Neptune’s thunder like that?

Blake:Hey, Sun and I have taken bullets for each other and stab wounds. I think I deserve to be a little greedy and say I ride or die for that man just a little harder than Neptune.

Ruby:Geeeeeez Blake! Haha, I didn’t even tell you about the baby.

Blake:*visble excitement* Excuse me!?

RWY:*raises glass* Cheers.

Blake:CHEERS! What’s he like!?

xxxxx

Aero:AAAACHOOOO!

Carmine:Eugh! Cover your mouth! I don’t need to get sick.

Aero:Damn! What happened to uh I don’t know, “bless you!?”

Carmine:*pulls out tissues* Happy?

Aero:Where...why are those in you book bag?

Carmine:It’s flu season.

Aero:....I can’t tell if you’re the coolest person around or just a second mother.

Carmine:I can be both. My mom is arguably both but don’t tell her that. It’ll make her month and she’ll hug me too tight.

Aero:Bitch, you love hugs. Stop being difficult.

Carmine:Mmmm nah.

Aero:I feel bad for your mom.

Carmine:I feel bad for yours.

Aero:Hop off. You’re so childish.

Carmine:And yet you love me.

Aero:*red* In your dreams!

Carmine:It would make your day if I dreamed about you,wouldn’t it?

Aero:I hope you dream of spiders.

Carmine:We do not joke about that! *grabs him* Aero I will beat you up if I dream of them tonight! That’s just mean!

Aero:Stop crying ya baby. I could’ve said they were- ow!

Sun:*hitting him* Shut up and just kiss something! We’re trying to watch a game.

Aero and Carmine:We don’t like each other!

Jaune:With all do respect, that’s a lie. But please by all means Aero, continue not touching my daughter if you know what’s best for you. I don’t wanna have to fight you and your parents right afterwards.

Sun:Ilia would kill you.

Jaune:Yeah! That’s why I don’t want the fight! Much like Ruby, she’s short and terrifying. Her size holds the rage.

Ilia:*peeks in* Who’s talking shit?

JASC:Nobody, we love you!

Ilia:.....Got my eyes on you four. *holds Garnet up* and this one; the most well behaved in this bunch even with no nap.

Garnet:*fussy grumbling* I’m a ball of rage!

Ilia:You wanna nap?

Garnet:Yes!!!

Ilia:See, behaved. *walks away* don’t make me come back out here.

Carmine:....So do you like me because your mother is also imposing?

Aero:This is it, my evil origin story. It begins today.

xxxxx

Ruby:I admire his patience.

#rwby #the void #jaune arc #ruby rose #weiss schnee #yang xiao long #blake belladonna #carmine arc rose #aero amitola #ilia amitola #sun wukong #rwby ships #rwby lancaster #rwby whiteknight #rwby dragonslayer #rwby knightshade

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whattheflameo · 3 years

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Lin healing the bonds with her family hc?

Ohhhhhhhhhh anon you have opened up a WHOLE can of worms I have extremely strong feelings on this topic and most of them can be summed up with Lin Beifong is the Epitome of the older sibling parent trope. RANT INCOMING

Lin choosing to forgive Suyin has almost nothing to do with Suyin’s “apology” (or lack thereof). It occurs solely because Lin actively decides to be the better person in their relationship. She decides that having her sister and her niblings in her life is worth more to her than her grudge and her hurt. Which is saying something, because damn can Lin hold a grudge.

Su isn’t going to apologize; its not in her nature at all. She genuinely doesn’t recognize the need for apologies in anything. She doesn’t give them and never expects them from others. Lin knows this and decides to move on anyway.

Su did write Lin a letter asking her to come talk. Actually, she wrote several. Lin never opened a single one, determined to keep herself from getting hurt again. Its easier, especially when Su isn’t in front of her, to convince herself she doesn’t care.

Despite everything, Lin still hopes the best of her sister. Finding out that she changed her ways after being sent away, stopped with the petty crime and actually made something of herself, built an entire city and raised a pretty great family, comes with a level of relief- even if it wasn’t her to help Su see the error of her ways, at least Su was able to do so.

Lin doesn’t trust Su as far as she could throw her, especially after Su lies to her face to send Korra after Aiwei. She doesn’t trust Su to choose her to save over literally anyone else, and to be honest she has the older sibling complex that she just doesn’t have as much faith in Su’s bending skills as her own. That’s why her “I love you,” before drawing P’li’s fire sounds so much like a goodbye.

Speaking of differences in skill level, that fight between Lin and Su? Buckle your seatbelts motherfuckers I have THOUGHTS. Yes, its one of the most badass fights in the entire series, imo, but I’m gonna be real here. Su was winning. She had Lin on the defensive almost the whole time. But Lin was also at about 40% health- run down, emotionally strained, off-kilter from acupuncture treatment (which I agree with @dont-blame-it-on-the-kids was DEFINITELY not in Lin’s best interest that doctor was 100% paid off by the red lotus), and Su is taking advantage of it. If Lin had been at 100%, even like 60%, she would have WIPED THE FLOOR with Su and Su’s dancy-ass bending style. But she still held her own, even though she was literally breaths from passing the fuck out. Did you SEE some of those hits? There’s one in particular where Su hits her in the gut with a rock mid-air that physically couldn’t not have broken several of her ribs. Su’s behavior in this fight absolutely incenses me like how dare she fucking do that I JUST

All this being said I do really love Su as a character I promise.

Su’s base character hasn’t changed, but after going through the Red Lotus and Kuvira together, Lin does recognize that she’s changed in some important ways. She’s still self-oriented, but she’s not the selfish, bratty teen she was when she scarred Lin for life.

Likewise, after seeing the permanence of Lin’s scars and spending more time with her sister, Su realizes that she’s really hurt Lin. She sees how terrible she’s been to this woman who is willing to give her own life to protect everyone around her, Su especially, and actively tries to make up for it. Like I said, she doesn’t apologize with words, but tries to prove to Lin through her actions that she is going to be there for her. And the fact that Lin’s arm flickers toward her weapons whenever Su loses her temper? Su is so disgusted with herself over it that she nearly throws up the first time she thinks about it.

They’re not best friends, but they do become close. Both of their personalities mellow out with age, and they’re more understanding of each other. Su becomes someone Lin is able to talk to about some personal things, if not the extremely deep stuff. They have wine nights and Su sometimes sleeps over if she gets too tipsy. They both act a lot younger with each other, and Su is one of the only people who can snuggle up to Lin and get away with it.

Unless one of them is actively concealing their emotions (its usually Lin), they can read each other like an open book.

Lin remembers all of Su’s favorite foods and colors and activities and songs from childhood. Su realizes that she hardly remembers any of Lin’s and has a guilty meltdown to Bataar over it. He suggests that she pay really close attention to remember them now, and Su makes it her personal mission.

Despite having confronted her feelings of abandonment by Toph ages ago, Su can see that Lin not only feels abandoned but also feels like she’s the one who let their mother down, that the break in their relationship is her fault, not Su’s or Toph’s. She knows how glad she was to have Toph back in her life, even if inconsistently, and sees how much Lin wants their mother’s approval and marches into the swamp (and that’s saying something for Su, who isn’t exactly fond of gross swampy things) and drags Toph out to force her to some of Lin’s award ceremonies or other events, including her wedding to Kya. Lin doesn’t know it was Su’s doing.

“Mother Lin may have said she doesn’t hate you but she deserves more from you and spirits help me you are going to say the words “I am so proud of you” to her or I WILL tell Wing and Wei where to find you-”

Basically, Su’s main apology to Lin for all the years of pain and hurt she’s caused is to kick Toph’s ass into repairing at least some of their relationship. Its the most truly selfless thing she’s done in possibly her entire life, because she never tells Lin.

To be clear: NONE OF THIS WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF LIN HAD NOT ACTIVELY CHOSEN TO SET ASIDE HER PRIDE AND HURT AND FORGIVE HER SISTER. LIN WAS THE CATALYST- SU WOULD NOT HAVE PUT IN WORK TO EARN HER FORGIVENESS IF LIN HADN’T GIVEN IT TO START WITH. Su’s behavior in Zaofu was utter bullshit, it was not worthy of Lin’s forgiveness. She literally showed up and immediately drove a wedge between Lin and some of the most important people in her life, said horribly mean things to Lin, and used Lin’s illness as an advantage to beat the shit out of her. But Lin, strong, selfless, badass, incredible Lin who is so much more empathetic than anyone in that show gives her credit for, looks at all of that and forgives Su anyway. Its not unconditional, like I said the level of trust isn’t bone deep, but she does the legwork. And you know what, Lin deserves to have family that cares about her in her life. Her niblings adore her, and she eventually believes that Su is genuinely there for her. I will die on this hill.

I know this probably came across as incredibly disorganized and rambly. I’ll talk more about Lin’s relationship with the metal clan kids and/or Toph in another post because I recognize that I’ve gone down a fuckin rabbit hole but I have extremely strong opinions on Lin’s relationship with her sister.

#asks #lin beifong #suyin beifong #thats our lin #but shes a Cool Matriarch™️#do I have a little sister who reminds me of Su to a fuckin T?#am I projecting our relationship onto theirs?#oh most definitely #would I forgive her for just about anything if I saw she had made something of her life and was trying to do better?#yea #should i have to?#no #should lin have had to forgive su?#nope #lin is the ultimate Older Sibling as a Parent trope #she would do just about anything for su #I have SO MANY WORDS ON THIS OK #THIS DOESNT EVEN SCRATCH THE SURFACE #god sorry I super went off

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miss-melon · 3 years

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Coffee Confessions

RANTARO AMAMI APPRECIATION WEEK - DAY 6

(Rantaro Amami x Reader)

“I’ll take the usual please.” You said to the barista. “I’ve gotcha.” The barista said with a wink.

This was usually how you spent your mornings. Ordering your favorite coffee from your favorite coffee shop made and served by your favorite barista. The barista in question was a rather tall boy with piercing green eyes and green hair to match. This boy’s name was Rantaro Amami. Ever since you first saw him at the coffee shop, you couldn’t help but be at least a little attracted to him. I mean look at him! He was incredibly handsome, and whenever he spoke, there was a certain level of maturity and understanding that wasn’t all that common with guys his age.

It didn’t take very many visits for you two to become acquainted. You often came in at around 6 am, and Rantaro was normally the only one working at the time, so the two of you would often share casual conversations as he made you your drink. “So how’s life been treating you?” He would ask. “Ah same old same old, just trying to get through the day as usual.” You would reply.

After he gave you your drink, he would sit and watch you take your first couple sips. “How do you like it?” He asked. “It’s really good! I think this is the best one yet!” You said back. “Haha, I’m glad you like it! Since you order this every day I figured I might as well work on perfecting it for ya.” Rantaro said smiling. Him saying this caused you to blush a tiny bit. You could feel the butterflies fluttering about in your stomach, but you quickly shook it off, you needed to keep your composure.

After several months worth of mornings with Rantaro at the coffee shop, the bond between the two of you continued to strengthen. It was so easy to talk to him, you could tell him about anything troubling you, just to get it off your chest, and he would listen to every word. If you wanted, he would offer you some advice! He was pretty good at giving advice. Judging by how effective all the advice was, you figured he’s been through some things in his life. His mysterious aura only attracted you to him even more.

Fast forward to today.

This morning, you were particularly nervous. Why? Because you had decided that today would be the day that you would confess your feelings to Rantaro. The very thought petrified you. But you knew you had to tell him otherwise this secret would eat at you forever.

You arrived at the coffee shop at your usual time, you walked up to the entrance and reached for the door, but your arm stopped. “Am I really doing this right now?” You thought to yourself. You stood still until you noticed Rantaro in the shop, standing at the counter, waiting for a customer. When he saw you at the door, his face lit up and he waved to you. If your heart wasn’t pounding before, it definitely was now. You looked over at your crush, who was patiently waiting for you to join him in the shop. You gulped as you slowly opened the door with your trembling hand.

Once you walked in, you sat down at your usual barstool and looked down, too nervous to say anything. “Lemme guess, the usual?” Rantaro asked. “Y-yes please...” You said timidly, trying to hide your blush. “Hey now, no need to be so polite. It’s just me! You know I don’t bite!” Rantaro said with a lighthearted tone. “O-oh... haha yeah...” You could barely even speak. Rantaro noticed that you were acting odd, but he put it off for a bit as he made your drink.

“Here ya go, drink up!” Rantaro said as he handed you your drink. “T-thank you...” You said meekly as you sipped your drink with trembling hands. Rantaro’s face showed a look of concern, he decided that he would at least try to ask you what was wrong. “Hey Y/N, what’s the matter? You doing alright?” You nearly spit out some of your drink. Rantaro... your crush... just said your NAME? You knew that you’ve mentioned your name in front of him a few times but didn’t realize that he had actually remembered it. This realization caused you to blush intensely.

“Uhhh... Y/N?” He said it again, your heart was pounding at this point, but you knew you couldn’t just sit there forever. You decided to speak up. “R-Rantaro... can I tell you something? Something... important? To me?” You asked nervously. “I mean, if you’re okay with telling me, then I’m all ears!” Rantaro said, his green eyes looking at you with mild concern. “Promise you won’t make fun of me?” You asked him. “Y/N, I’m not that kind of guy, I’d never make fun of you, I promise.” Rantaro replied. This was it. The big moment. It was now or never. You took a few seconds to gather your thoughts, and then you started to tell him.

“Well... the thing is... I-I-” You gulped. Were you really about to say it? No, there was no time for second thoughts, it was too late to turn back now. “I REALLY LIKE YOU!!!” You yelled. After the abrupt confession, you buried your face in your hands. You didn’t know what to expect. That is, until you felt his hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N... is that what’s gotten you so worked up today?” Rantaro asked gently. You shyly nodded, still feeling extremely flustered. “Oh Y/N... I’m so sorry that I’ve caused you to feel like this... But, I hope you know that... I really like you too...” Rantaro said rather quietly. “W-what?” You asked looking up at the boy. “I really like you Y/N! I have for a while now! I was actually gonna tell you pretty soon but, you beat me to it.” Rantaro admitted. “You really... you really mean it?!” You asked in disbelief. “I wouldn’t joke about something like this!” Rantaro said as he put both his hands in the air defensively. You couldn’t help yourself, you jumped into the young man’s arms to which he responded by catching you in his embrace and holding you for a little bit.

“You’re really cute y’know that?” Rantaro asked as he put his nose against yours. You just giggled as you snuggled your face into Rantaro’s chest, you never wanted this moment to end. Is this what everyone meant by “fairytale moment”? You two stood there for a little while, hugging each other tightly, until Rantaro spoke up. “Oh yeah and that coffee? It’s on the house.”

THE END.

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I had a lot of fun with this one! I hope you all like it as much as I liked writing it! Rantaro as a barista honestly makes my heart flutter. This was for day 6 of Rantaro Amami Appreciation Week hosted by @rantaro-amami-appreciation! Thanks for reading!

#rantaro danganronpa #rantaroamamiappreciationweek2021 #rantaroappreciationweek2021 #danganronpa rantaro #rantaro amami #rantaro amami x reader #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa killing harmony #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa imagine #danganronpa imagines #danganronpa

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tangleweave · 3 years

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Crimson Tide (Drabble / RP)

[ @illbringthechaosmagic ]

An anonymous person has been taunting Stephen that a loved one has been taken captive...

Stephen Strange was not a patient man. He didn't like it when things came slowly, but he had learned how to deal with slow processes, as long as he could be assured of rewards down the line. Even less than slow progress did he like things that threw him off his rhythm. To be interrupted in his work was to invite his wrath, and by the Fates, could he be creative with his wrath.

That had been long before the car accident and the Sorcerer Supreme thing.

But now, the odd woman who had come to him to explain to him, in interestingly explicit terminology, that Wanda was being held prisoner... not only was she an interruption, she was an active irritant. An antagonist? No... not for him. To qualify as an antagonist, there were several things that needed to happen, not the least of which being a need to demonstrate a direct threat. So far she had shown him no evidence that she posed any harm whatsoever, and certainly not within the welcoming room for Kamar-Taj, where two other sorcerers stood at polite but firm attention in the corners.

She was seated in the wooden chair dead center of the room, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap. Her dusky skin and wavy black hair shone in the sunlight that filtered through the ceiling slats. Her accent indicated she wasn't Nepalese, though she could easily be from India or some other adjacent region. She seemed curiously calm for someone in his presence who knew the things he was capable of.

Fine. If she wanted to play mind games, he could play them too. He moved to a cabinet and withdrew a pair of long yellow leather gloves, the cuffs of which were adorned with delicate sigils of black and gold. He had his back slightly turned as he began to don them.

"What now?" he heard her taunt. "Does the great Doctor Strange mean to get blood on his hands?"

He glanced towards her with eyebrow arched as he slid the second glove on. "Obviously not," he said, "otherwise I wouldn't be gloving up."

She thrust her chin out towards him. "You don't frighten me."

"Of course I do. I'm a doctor. Being attended by one is inherently frightening. It means there's something wrong with you. And there must be something deeply wrong with you, in particular, if you thought you were just going to waltz in here, declare that you're holding a friend and ally prisoner, and then not make any demands in exchange for her release." He held up his hands, palms towards himself. "Hadn't you heard? This is Kamar-Taj, where I had my operation to restore function to my hands. These are examination gloves. We don't have the kind of funds needed for single-use non-latex, so we go for longevity instead. After we're done with a particularly... messy... procedure, we use a sodium hydroxide solution to rinse off the pairs we do have. But don't worry, it shouldn't burn your skin too badly, long as I don't touch you for more than a couple seconds."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You are a doctor. Your job is to not harm others."

"Oh, I see." He frowned and tilted his head at her. "Remind me again, what year is it? 2024? That means my medical license lapsed, uh... six years ago. Y'know, shortly after that niggling little part where half the world vanished. And saving all the people that were left over, that was an all-hands-on-deck situation. Things got ugly, if you'll recall. Besides, what do you call it when a surgeon cuts someone open with a scalpel? Surely you would think that was causing harm... but in the pursuit of reducing greater harm, when removing a tumor." He laced his fingers together tightly, securing the gloves about his hands. "Wonder how many you've got." He began slowly stepping towards her.

"There is nothing wrong with me!" she protested, and her legs uncrossed. "I wished to ensure I had your attention before making demands."

"Don't worry, you have it," Stephen assured her. "And you were right about one thing, this doctor doesn't make house calls. So glad to be hosting you today. You're my first patient in months. The last one still hasn't healed up quite right."

"I am no patient!" she said indignantly, shifting in her chair as he continued to advance.

"Then we have something in common, since I'm exactly the opposite of patient," he returned, and he cupped his hands toward each other. A crackling cat's cradle of golden dimensional energy appeared, and when he pulled his hands more broadly apart, it stretched with them. Orange sparks snapped from the strands. Stephen frowned. "Well, what do you know, there's still a little hydroxide solution on the gloves after all." He shrugged. "That's fine, it should all burn off pretty quickly."

She got to her feet. "Your Cauldron of the Cosmos!" she blurted. "It is a relic stolen from the pyramids of Giza--"

Stephen whipped one hand out; the strands of energy wrapped about the woman and sizzled as they touched her, eliciting a shriek. He closed to within inches from her face. "It's an artifact forged by Agamotto the All-Seeing approximately eight thousand years ago. I'd say try again but I don't think your clothes have that kind of time. Where's the submarine?"

A crease formed between the woman's thick eyebrows at the absurd question, but the heat and crackling from the energy whips surrounding her were beginning to convince her of the threat he posed. "I... I don't..."

"Sure, sure, you don't know." He dismissed the whips, then noted the burn scarring on her clothing. "Mmm. That'll be hard to get out. I might know a tailor or two." He gestured at the chair. "Take a seat or that pantsuit's going to look like it went through a king-size waffle iron. And I don't even want to think about what it'll do to your hair."

She glowered at him but did as directed. "What do you mean 'submarine'?" she asked.

"Well, if you don't know where it is, there's not a whole lot of reason for me to explain it to you, is there?" he responded. "Sure makes you look like a schlub, though. Obviously you're not in charge, you're just following directions from whoever it is giving them to you. Whoever they are, they need to up your clothing allowance, and update their K&R policies. It's in my favor, though, they couldn't send an actual professional to negotiate for the Cauldron. I could have given the all-American line... 'I don't negotiate with terrorists.' Definitely what a Sorcerer Supreme dreams of saying to someone." He waved a dismissive hand. "That's fine, though. I've got another movie line I can hand you. 'I've got ways of making you talk.' Impressed?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I am no amateur. I have been immunized to truth serums and measures intended to force me to speak truth against my will. Even you cannot coerce me."

He scoffed and gave her a mirthless smile. "Truth? Who said anything about that? I want you to lie your ass off."

She frowned. "What...?"

He brought both hands up, fingers twiddling unsteadily in odd snaking motions, and gleaming neon-blue energy appeared in the air between them. His hands didn't meet -- one wrist hovered above the fingers of the other -- but the energy they conjured twisted unevenly in a warbling circle that settled about the chair. The thick strands of plasma braided around one another, and once the circle was fully enclosed, the space within was consumed with fierce blue light.

"A sorcerer of Kamar-Taj would refer to this as a Ring of Raggadorr. But a Dungeons & Dragons player would call it a Zone of Truth... with a Strange twist to it. While you're within it, you can't refrain from answering my questions, but instead of wasting my time trying to figure out whether you can actually resist a Zone of Truth, I've sealed you within a Zone of Lies. You're completely incapable of uttering the truth. And when I ask you questions, whatever the truthful answer is, you'll be giving me precisely the opposite one, or as close to the opposite as you're able." He flourished with one hand. "So, test question, do you know my name?"

"...no." The woman looked flummoxed at the answer coming from her own mouth.

Stephen smirked. "All right then, progress. Now, you're in charge of this operation, aren't you?"

"...yes."

"Where on the ladder are you?"

"The top."

Stephen chuckled. "Oh, honey. They really don't pay you enough for this gig, do they?"

"I am paid extremely generously."

"Yeah, that much is obvious."

She stood up from her chair and tried to take a step forward. The blue light surrounding her crackled much in the manner of a Star Trek forcefield, and she jumped back as if having been shocked. She cast a look at Stephen. "I wish to remain in this space eternally!"

Now Stephen had to raise a gloved hand to hide his widening smirk. "I'm considering it," he quipped. "This is a lot more fun than I imagined."

"I am also enjoying it immensely!" she shouted.

He poked a finger at her. "Try saying it with a sarcastic bend to it, if you can, I wanna see how deep this spell goes. Does it affect just your words? You're yelling so I can tell you're agitated, at least."

"I am not agitated! I am free to walk out of this enclosure at any time and I do not fear your powers!" She crossed her arms under her chest and glowered at the floor.

"Well, if this isn't a reflection of parenthood, I don't know what is," Stephen remarked. "But while this is entertaining, I have some actual work to do. So let's talk submarines. Your bosses work out of one, don't they?"

"...no."

"I see. And if I looked all over the world for it, there's only one place I would never find it. Where is that place?"

"...the Laurentian Abyss."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "Are you telling me that I can find the submarine in the Laurentian Abyss?"

"No, that is not what I am telling you."

Stephen had to try very hard not to crack a smile. "How very Red October of you. I think the Cauldron of the Cosmos can probably help me along from here... though I'm curious why you would even want it at all. Is there anybody among your employers and co-workers in this little venture that could even use it?"

"To the best of my knowledge, everyone there could. The Cauldron is of no particular fascination or consequence to my employers. They are not at all fascinated by its purported abilities. They would prefer to have Wanda, as a person is far more stable a commodity than an inanimate object. Should you refuse to surrender the Cauldron, my employers are not prepared to brainwash her for their purposes."

He scoffed. "Thought so. You know, you actually make it a lot more convincing now that you can't even say it properly. Should've tried it like this before, you'd have gotten my attention even sooner. Tell you what, you can hang out here while I get this problem sorted out." He turned toward the east hall, which would eventually lead him to the portal door that connected to the New York Sanctum.

"Wait!"

He turned back to her with his eyebrow up again. "Yes, what?"

"I do not wish to know how you knew of the submarine."

This time both eyebrows went up and he rubbed his temple. "Vishanti help me, I'm actually starting to get used to this," he muttered. Then he looked at her more directly. "It's not what you lied about, it's what you told me truthfully. You said straitjacket and shock collar. That's how Wanda was kept secured when she was a prisoner aboard the Raft. The only people who would know that was a successful method are people who saw it in action. But the Raft is stationary. Eventually someone would come knocking. The only way to keep a prisoner like her off the radar is to keep her moving. And aboard an underwater craft, even if she breaks loose, where would she go? Especially as far down as the Laurentian Abyss. So... submarine made the most sense."

The crease in her brow only deepened further. "I understand completely how you were able to make such deductions."

"Yeah, sometimes I even amaze myself." He glanced to the other two sorcerers in the room, then gestured at the woman. "Make her comfortable while she's waiting. But you're welcome to have a little fun with that spell while it's still active."

Without another word, he stalked his way up the hall and found the entrance to the New York Sanctum. A variety of obstacles to the matter at hand pervaded his thought process. If the submarine was indeed in the Laurentian Abyss, it meant that it was so deep, opening a direct portal to its interior would be a death sentence to anyone aboard; the bends would see to that. It needed to be forced to surface, and its own crew made to decompress the interior. He chewed his lower lip in thought. How would he get them to do that?

He was five steps away from the Cauldron when he stopped in place and rolled his eyes. Duh. He'd seen the damn movie. Simulate a radiation leak. It's not as if he was a Master of the Mystic Arts and claimed control over a vast breadth of energies.

"Thank you, Tom Clancy," he murmured as he approached the artifact.

#illbringthechaosmagic #muse: strange

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imagining-in-the-margins · 3 years

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H2M and TB&TB Anon Time!

(all the other anons, I will answer you shortly!)

1. Awwwe, I'm so happy to hear it! I'm so glad I decided to end it there. I think it's a perfect way to let them go, and I was ready to do it. Thank you so much for tagging along. It really does mean the world to me ❤️

2. Hello headcanon friend! Long time no talk! Good call on referring to her as "R" and I'll do the same. Also, I hope you enjoyed your reread! I've been trying really hard to edit it. I'm so unhappy with the earlier chapters 😅 but I've gotten pretty far in, I guess.

She would definitely drag him to the club. He'd pretend to hate it, but he would be just as happy reliving that memory.

This one reminds me of me and my boyfriend. Since I'm autistic, I have a hard time determining what's a joke. So a lot of times I ask him, "is this that thing where you lie and say its a joke?" 😂 I could see Spencer doing that with her.

Same, to both.

I wish I could have jello at my wedding. I picture Derek bringing it, and R just being upset there is no stapler in it (The Office reference).

Just wait until Derek talks to Laura (the roommate) about it. Talk about humiliating.

Spencer would baby it until it dies just to get away from his suffocating parental oversight. R would forget to water it for six months.

I always picture her as a woman, but that's the fun thing about headcanons (and Reader inserts)! Either way, she certainly doesn't vibe with misogynistic stereotypes.

Spencer definitely sings along to Kermit's songs. I put a couple references to Spencer liking the Muppets in several of my works, I think? So definitely accurate 😜

3. Hmm. I'm not sure about any specific kinks he'd have, actually! I think he is mostly just interested in the intimacy aspect of sex, however she wants to do it. There will be scenes later where it hints that he has a big submissive side that Bunny hasn't seen yet.

As for what he sees when he looks at her, it's just pure love. That feeling of "I can't believe I get to know you, see you, love you, and have you love me back." Just an extreme gratitude that she exists, and likes him back.

Hope that helps! If you have a more specific kink question, I can try to answer!

4. Not gonna lie, I read the first line and thought you were referring to my fic "Study Sessions" and I got so offended that it wasn't enough smut for you 😂 But then I kept reading and realized I'm a dumbass.

They will fuck in the library very soon. Won't spoil it for you 🤫

5. I feel you on the depressive episode bit. You never have to apologize on being behind! No one is obligated to read my work, especially if you're not feeling well.

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, though! You deserve to have fun, and I am honored to provide it! 🥰

6. [NSFW Link] Oooh, that is an inspiring gif for sure! 😋 I definitely agree that he would do something like that. The first time he's away from Bunny will actually happen very shortly, but it is unfortunately the opposite of sexy when he returns, lol.

That being said, I love to imagine them having to be apart for a few days and being just... absolutely, insufferably dramatic about how awful it is.

#answer #answered #h2m #tb&tb

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genderbinaryisforlosers · 3 years

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everyone on the carte blanche for the ask meme

everyone? oh boy this is gonna get long ajfhdsf

JUNO

First impression: i, like a lot of people who get into the podcast without knowing a great deal about it, was expecting at most an ambiguously bisexual angst machine with a closely-guarded heart of gold. juno being an explicitly bisexual genderqueer angst machine is perhaps the most pleasant surprise of my life. the angst machine heart of gold characters were kind of my type at the time, so i loved him right away

Impression now: every time i think about juno’s arc from depressed mess held together by bad coping mechanisms, safety pins, and a few good strong puns into someone who can talk about his feelings, feel comfortable about being happy, and recognise when he needs to change, i want to cry about it a little bit. the depth of my love for juno steel has only grown along with him

Favourite moment: juno has a lot of great one-liners and i’m still a big fan of the “on the other hand i wasn’t wearing a watch” bit and who can forget such classics as juno finally deciding to stop moping over nureyev and move on only for him to open the door to his apartment and find nureyev sitting in the dark dramatically, but honestly nothing will ever hit me harder than his sudden, pissed-off declaration of “i can’t die yet, i still have shit to do!” in promised land. god.

Idea for a story: oh i have so many and i want to write most of them so no spoilers, but juno accidentally kidnaps a baby during a carte blanche heist and shenanigans ensue

Unpopular opinion: obviously we all know he’s dummy thicc but i feel like a lot of people forget he’s an actual genius, like the stuff he notices and how he strings it together is sometimes so obscure and he’s almost always right. oh, also juno is not skinny and i will not be taking criticism on that

Favourite relationship: this is so tough because every dynamic is so good, but i think it has to be juno and rita. those two are so good! the best best friends in the world!! i’m really a sucker for any dynamic that’s ridiculously in-sync so i loved these two as soon as juno saw rita’s notes in prince of mars and went “makes perfect sense to me” (which it probably didn’t, because rita, but he trusted that she knew what she was doing which is the important part)

Favourite headcanon: this isn’t really a headcanon but i still think about how juno is (was?) deathly afraid of heights but when he heard rex glass coming he still attempted to climb out of the window. either his aversion to working with dark matters/other people in general was so strong is overrided his fear, or his office was actually on the ground floor. not sure which of these is funnier.

NUREYEV

First impression: we’ve all seen the memes about nureyev knowing juno steel for one (1) day and deciding to Risk It All by leaving him with his name, look at this Hopeless Romantic, this utter DISASTER of a homosexual. the fact the very next time we hear from nureyev (at least directly) he’s patiently waiting in juno’s dark apartment to surprise him with a heist definitely supports this image.

Impression now: even after literally being inside peter’s head, i feel like we didn’t get a real sense of who he is until man in glass, where we find out he aggressively compartmentalises everything that causes him stress. he’s also distinctly someone who’s had his heart broken before, i think, which makes those first appearances of his very strange. but it does remind me of what juno says about diamond, and how he decided to provide the trust first and wait for the trustworthiness to grow in (only to get severely hurt), and i think that’s exactly what nureyev did. i am also... very uneasy with how suspicious he’s behaving this season because obviously i want to believe he’ll sort it all out and not betray the crew but... oof

Favourite moment: the beginning of what lies beyond pt1 where he’s affectionately bullying juno into taking care of himself? cleared my crops watered my skin etc etc etc

Idea for a story: i’d love to hear more about his past as a young thief idolising buddy and vespa (i can’t actually remember if that’s canon or fanon but anyway i wanna read it!)

Unpopular opinion: i think people often cling to an image of him that more resembles his first impressions in season 1 instead of seeing the depth that we’ve been given about his character in season 3

Favourite relationship: him and juno but honestly it’s a close call between them and his budding friendship with rita. even though she learned it by accident, his name is still a point of intimacy and it’s one less secret to keep around her which has to be a weight off his shoulders, at least a little? they seem like they could be really good friends once ultrabots is out of the way. juno steel love (and also bullying) zone activates whenever they’re together

Favourite headcanon: i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again - nureyev has never done a household chore in his goddamn life. he doesn’t know the water needs to be hot when you wash dishes.

RITA

First impression: honestly i’m not sure? i don’t remember having a big awareness of her in murderous mask but i remember loving her “note-taking” in prince of mars, i thought she sounded really fun and cute

Impression now: rita is really fun and cute, she’s also an extremely hardworking and dedicated woman who had the guts to throw in with a detective fired from the force and then invest all of her time and money into helping him help people.

Favourite moment: Rita Gets A Knife. enough said

Idea for a story: i don’t know honestly! i really struggle to write rita because her thought processes are so wild and i don’t think any story i could come up with would match mega ultrabots of cyberjustice.

Unpopular opinion: this shouldn’t be unpopular because juno steel himself shares this opinion but all future-jupeter headcanons are incomplete without rita also being a huge part of their lives

Favourite relationship: rita + franny 4ever obviously.. jk it’s juno & rita have you heard rita minute 3 they’re too adorable for this world. im still Soft over their conversation at the end of soul of the people when he said he couldn’t stay in hyperion anymore but he wouldn’t leave with the carte blanche if rita wasn’t coming because he was done leaving her behind, and she threw out all her hesitations on the spot and said call the big guy. speaking of, rita & jet are a close second. instant best friends i love them.

Favourite headcanon: i think this is basically canon now but rita being literally half the height of jet is so good

JET

First impression: “haha lorge funny man puts juno in the trash”

Impression now: jet sikuliaq is one of the dearest characters to me out of anything ever. he is a huge, menacing, polite, kind, sincere man who i would very much like to give me a hug. he’s the best aro ace in outer space and while being generally very levelheaded and straightforward, also takes every opportunity to fuck with juno because it’s very easy and very hilarious to him personally. he is everything my autistic acearo ass needed and i’m so glad to have him

Favourite moment: all of them every single one. him putting juno in the trash is of course a classic and every moment jet chooses to be funny makes my heart happy, but also every piece of genuine advice he gives. i’m a particular fan though of buddy recounting her years in the lighthouse and him saying he became concerned when she didn’t come downstairs at the usual time. “you took the door off its hinges.” “i was deeply concerned.” king of understatement

Idea for a story: again no spoilers for you but..... tools of rust time loop au

Unpopular opinion: this isn’t “unpopular” as much as it is unknown but jet is buddy’s queerplatonic partner and i will keep saying it until everyone believes it

Favourite relationship: jet and buddy,,, just everything about them. the way he suspects when she’s lying, the way she makes tea for him when she expects him to drop by. the fact he comes to check on her when she is 41 seconds late to the family meeting because it’s unlike her to be late and the last time she was late for something her brain was turning to radiation soup. but most especially the way she snaps at him to stay out of her business and he said he could not because he made her promise eight years ago to never stay out of the business of her health, no matter how many times she asked. they r literally in a qpr

Favourite headcanon: i don’t think this is true but i still think it would be funny if the ruby-7 used to be painted red but when jet got it he had it painted green because he Just Really Likes Green (as evidenced by his hovercycle). it’s very funny to me.

BUDDY

First impression: it’s been a minute since i relistened to time gone by but i’m pretty sure the first thing she ever says in the podcast is sliding up to depressed accidental whiskey thief juno and say “that’ll be ten million creds,” scaring the shit out of him, so needless to say i was in love instantly.

Impression now: my love for buddy aurinko has only grown and if it sounds like i already said that in this post it’s because i did about juno and it’s appropriate because the parallels are astounding. the heart of it all gave us such depth to buddy’s internal monologue and why she always sounds like she knows exactly what to say and what that’s like and honestly will i ever be over the heart of it all as an episode? unlikely. i think i’m gonna have a little piece of it in MY heart forever.

Favourite moment: everything she’s ever said is iconic as hell i especially like “in an impressive fit of hubris i’ve decided not to prepare my words for this vow” which made me laugh out loud but once again i must give it up for her iconic “I WANT TO LIVE” moment. honourable mentions to her taking rita out for ice cream and giving juno shooting lessons while she’s in her actual wedding gown. i love her

Idea for a story: buddy and vespa as sun/moon dieties.... that’s all

Unpopular opinion: stop drawing her with a fancy high-tech eye like the theia!! it canonically looks like garbage and it’s described in detail, please, i’m dying, also don’t minimise her scars you bastards

Favourite relationship: buddy and vespa invented romantic love and the entire carte blanche crew’s relationship to her is great but you know by now i’m a slut for buddy & jet out-of-this-world queerplatonic partners. the way she checks in on him during tools of rust to make sure he’s not relapsing and he comes to find her when she is 41 seconds late in the heart of it all to make sure she’s not having a heart problem!! it’s the trust,, the devotion,, the mortifying ordeal of being known

Favourite headcanon: she can sing. absolutely tears it up at karaoke. i’m right

VESPA

First impression: knife lesbian goes STAB. she will heal your wounds but she will be threatening to give you more the whole time

Impression now: she is extremely strong, heart-rendingly tender, and despite being in the older half of the carte blanche crew somehow has unmistakable little sister energy which makes her downright hilarious. i’m so glad she got to marry buddy and they’re official space wives now they’re so good for each other

Favourite moment: both from shadows in the ship, either “GUN!!” “KNIFE?!” (iconic) or when she clocks the dark matters drone pretending to be juno because it called her crazy and juno wouldn’t call her crazy. i’m always a sucker for “shapeshifter fails to fool mark because they Know Each Other Too Well” and it was just *chefs kiss* so good

Idea for a story: i really want to write something about when she was first staying at the lighthouse with buddy post-reunion, and getting to know jet and stuff. i think it would be cute

Unpopular opinion: i know vespa doesn’t canonically have lots of scarring but people who don’t draw her with scarring? cowards.

Favourite relationship: once again, although buddy and vespa invented romantic love, i just love the dynamic between vespa and juno so much. they’ve come so far with each other and their weird sibling dynamic gives me life. at the end of what lies beyond when juno says “we’re not gonna kill her, vespa” and instead of sounding full of Rage and Suspicion she’s like “whyyy notttt?” and he’s like “because i said so!” and that’s just good enough for her even if she’s a bit grumpy about it. i love it.

this took.. a hot minute to do! jshkfjsdgsa thank you dyl ily <3

#michaelburnnham #riley replies #be gay do crimes in space #the penumbra #juniverse

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Big melons and juicy apples | HuaLian

A/N: Ah, my sweet boys. I love writing for them so much ashjfjsdgjjs I hope you enjoy this! Thank you for your request!

Summary: Xie Lian doesn’t like to share - he is not one to blame, whatsoever.

28. “Shhh they’ll hear us!”

Words: 3,113 (short? what’s short?)

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"San Lang should've worn something to block the sun," Xie Lian said tenderly yet severely as he looked up at his lover from under his hat.

It had been a while since the last time Xie Lian saw Hua Cheng as that young boy he once met in that ox cart; was it three years ago? Ten? He didn't know, it was hard to keep counting the years when they passed by endlessly, so why to worry.

The sun was up right above their heads, shining bright and extremely hot. Xie Lian felt sweat droplets falling down his back and the sides of his face and neck, making him feel sticky and overly, a bit uncomfortable, but Hua Cheng, walking by his side with the brightest of smiles, was not even sweating, he looked fresh and Xie Lian wanted to jump into his arms right on the spot.

But he didn't. Of course he didn't. He was sure that Hua Cheng wouldn't care at all, but that rumor about him was already out there in Ghost City and he didn't exactly want to create even more in another town where they were just looking for some ingredients for dinner. He could wait until they were back to the temple.

Hua Cheng chuckled. "Do not worry, Your Highness. San Lang is okay."

"Is he?" Xie Lian hummed, too distracted seeing the way Hua Cheng's Adam's apple moved as he talked.

His belly fluttered at the thought of being wrapped around Hua Cheng's arms. Hua Cheng's skin was always cold, so Xie Lian would definitely hide his flushed face against his neck, refreshing himself as Hua Cheng's lips gently touched his skin, leaving butterflies kisses over his neck and shoulder and whispering words of love against his ear.

Xie Lian felt his cheeks turning bright red and he lowered his head, hiding under his hat. Hua Cheng lifted one eyebrow, his childish smile morphing into a grin.

"Hmm? Gege, what is it that you're think-

"Handsome Daozhang! Come and buy our sweet melons!" Xie Lian lifted his face and he was slightly surprised to find a group of ladies giggling and looking over at him. "Don't be shy, Daozhang! We also have the sweetest and juiciest apples! Come, come!"

Xie Lian smiled softly, bowing his head a little as he walked away from that stall, hearing them let out sad sighs, but then he could hear more giggles.

"Wah! What a handsome gege! Will you also leave without trying our sweet, sweet melons?" Xie Lian immediately looked at his side and his eyes widened when he didn't find Hua Cheng there. He turned around and was even more surprised to see him talking with those girls, a smile on his lips.

*Hmm? I think I would love to see these beautiful ladies' melons," he purred and Xie Lian gasped when he felt a little tug to his heart.

The ladies giggled, covering their mouths, their cheeks bright red. "Now, now, handsome gege, you just wait here!" One of them said. "I will show you my amazing melons, you just wait, please!"

"That sounds perfect," Hua Cheng said. Xie Lian had never heard him using that coquettish voice with someone else but him.

A sudden wave of an awkward sensation rushed through him. He felt like he was being robbed and he gasped again when the thought 'he's mine!' suddenly filled his mind. Oh, he so desperately wanted to go there and drag Hua Cheng out of the stall and away from their eyes. He is mine! He wanted to scream to their faces, but he didn't. Of course he didn't.

Goodness, was he a child? Not wanting to share his toys with anyone… yet again Hua Cheng was not a toy and he certainly didn't want to share him with anyone. He just wanted to bring him back to Qiandeng Temple, where he only had eyes for Xie Lian and there weren't pretty ladies flirting with him.

But, instead, he simply stood there, waiting for Hua Cheng with a tense little smile as Hua Cheng kept dirtily joking with those maidens.

He really wanted to get back home.

"Gege!" Hua Cheng said with a bright smile. "Your Highness, look what I got. They all look delicious, don't they?" He said excitedly, showing Xie Lian the big melons.

Xie Lian nodded, forcing out a smile and trying to fight the need to throw the melons away like a spoiled child. "They really do."

"I'm glad His Highness also thinks so," Hua Cheng nodded proudly. "So, where else did Gege want to go?"

"Ah, I think we should head back home," Xie Lian said, turning around to start walking his way back to the temple. "I am feeling tired already."

Hua Cheng hummed. "Is that so? Then as you wish, Your Highness."

They walked back and Xie Lian wondered if he was the one making the silence surrounding them so heavy. They usually talked about anything and everything when they walked together, but right now, Xie Lian really didn't feel like talking, in any case, he felt like he really didn't want to look at Hua Cheng, so he tried his best to avoid looking at his lover as much as he could.

"What is making His Highness upset?" Hua Cheng asked and Xie Lian almost jumped out of his skin as his cheeks turned bright red.

It didn't surprise him that Hua Cheng noticed he was… upset, but he felt a bit embarrassed about why he was feeling like that. He cleared his throat softly.

"I am just tired, San Lang,* he said softly, his eyes glued to the path in front of him. "You should carry me on your back," he joked to cut a bit of tension.

"I can do it."

Xie Lian chuckled softly. "I am just kidding you. I can still walk."

Hua Cheng hummed and the conversation was dead again… at least for a few more minutes. When they were entering the Ghost Market, Hua Cheng started to talk again and Xie Lian accidentally turned around to look at him; he was surprised to see him back to his Ghost King form, his skin glowing under that beautiful red robe and his bright eye looking at him with a bit of concern.

"Gege knows I usually don't force him to tell me things he doesn't want to tell me,” Hua Cheng started again and Xie Lian felt his heart jumping, "but it seems like this time, the reason why Gege is upset is because of this lowly one, am I wrong?"

Xie Lian immediately averted his eyes, thankful when a ghost greeted him happily. "That's- That's not it, San La-

"Do not lie to me, Gege," Hua Cheng begged as the speed of their steps increased when they could see Qiandeng Temple again. "I know I'm in fault, but if His Highness doesn't tell me what I did wrong, then how am I supposed to not hurt him again?"

Xie Lian sighed, feeling even more embarrassed and a bit bad because he made Hua Cheng worry, but back then he really was feeling extremely upset and even a little betrayed, now he feels a bit more at peace, except for the tug of guilt twisting his insides. Was he overreacting?

He sighed again and looked up at Hua Cheng with a little smile, this time a bit more sincere, almost apologetic, his cheeks pink. "I am sorry, San Lang. It really was nothing."

"Gege," Hua Cheng whined softly and Xie Lian actually let out a little chuckle. "Please tell me!"

Xie Lian shook his head solemnly as they stepped out of the market, now closer to their home. "I said it was nothing, San Lang," he said softly, balancing the sack he had on one of his hands to the other.

"Gege," Xie Lian actually looked up at Hua Cheng when he heard that warning tone on his voice, his insides fluttering. He let out a gasp when the sack in his hand suddenly disappeared, the melons in Hua Cheng's hands were also gone.

"What did you-

"I have my ways to make you talk, Gege," he purred with that flirty voice and Xie Lian felt his heart doing a little flip.

"W-What ways- ah! N-No! Wahahahait!" Xie Lian squeaked before bubbly giggles poured out of his mouth as Hua Cheng latched his hands to his waist and started to squeeze it softly. "N-Nohoho!" Xie Lian giggled, grabbing Hua Cheng's wrists and trying to push them away, but he has always been so weak against tickling, he could only feel his knees giving up a little as he bend forward.

"Shh! They'll hear us, Gege!" He whispered into Xie Lian's ear and he knew Hua Cheng was talking about the ghosts at the market. Xie Lian squeaked and giggled more. "And I don't want anyone else listening to your laughter!"

And I don't want anyone hearing your flirty voice!

"Thehehen don't do thihihis!" Xie Lian let out a bark of laughter when he felt a squeeze near his bottom ribs, he struggled a little and managed to pull himself out from Hua Cheng's grip, making a run to Qiandeng Temple.

"Gege!" Xie Lian covered his mouth, trying to stop the uncontrollable giggles that bloomed out as Hua Cheng chased after him.

"Don't chahahase me!" He said, finally stepping inside their temple and looking for a place to hide.

"Then don't run, Gege!" Xie Lian could hear the smile on Hua Cheng's voice and he felt butterflies filling his stomach.

Now that things had escalated to this, Xie Lian felt even more embarrassed to actually admit the reason he was feeling upset!

"You're gonna do that!" He squealed as he shielded himself with the table, using it as a barrier between him and Hua Cheng.

"It's because His Highness doesn't want to let me know what's upsetting him!" Hua Cheng was smiling and Xie Lian could barely stand looking at that beautiful smile, his pink cheeks turning red.

"I- I already told you it was no- ah!" Xie Lian shrieked when Hua Cheng suddenly launched at him and he started to run away once again, feeling his back tingling at how close Hua Cheng was. "Stop! Sto- ah!"

He thought that his luck had improved after being with Hua Cheng for so long, but it hadn't. He always, always, found something to trip over whenever Hua Cheng chased him, this time, unfortunately, was his own foot. He shrieked and laughed when, instead of falling face first into the wooden floor, Hua Cheng caught him and started to squeeze his waist again.

"Oh nohohoho! Plehehease!" Xie Lian tried to run again, but Hua Cheng was holding him good as he tickled him silly. "Sahahahan Lahahang! S-Stahahap!"

"Yes, of course," Hua Cheng said. "I'll stop as soon as Gege tells me why he's sad."

Xie Lian shook his head, letting out bright laughter when Hua Cheng's fingers climbed up to his ribs, rubbing deep circles against the sensitive bones and in the grooves between them.

Xie Lian wrapped his arms around his ribcage, trying to push Hua Cheng's away, but it was impossible, he had no choice but to squirm and laugh and squeak between his arms as he stubbornly tried to keep his secret safe.

What would Hua Cheng say if he knew? Would he be angry? Would he laugh at him? I can do whatever I want, Gege… would he really say something like that? Deep inside, Xie Lian knew that Hua Cheng wouldn't do any of those things, he'd probably apologize deeply and say he'd never do it again, but still, Xie Lian felt too embarrassed by his behavior.

He was never envious. He didn't remember the last time he was jealous of something or someone, but with Hua Cheng… it definitely was different. He'd lost many things in his life, but he thought, Hua Cheng was the only one that he didn't want to lose ever. Xie Lian loved him tenderly and deeply and a lifetime without him just didn't sound right.

He possessively wanted Hua Cheng by his side for all the eternity and he was sure that Hua Cheng felt the same for him, so Xie Lian thought that it was only normal to have these kinds of feelings if someone looked like they were trying to steal his lover away from him.

"Is Gege ready to talk?" Hua Cheng suddenly asked, whispering against Xie Lian's ear, causing him to squeak as tears of laughter slowly started to fall down his blushed cheeks.

"Sahahahan Lahahang!" Xie Lian cackled, not knowing what else to do to pry those hands away from his ribs. "Leheheheve thohohose alohohohone!" He felt his ears flushing when Hua Cheng chuckled softly.

"Leave your ribs alone?" He asked teasingly and Xie Lian nodded, feeling goosebumps covering his skin with each brush of Hua Cheng's lips against his ear. "Okay, Your Highness, whatever you say."

"Ahahaha! No! NAHAHAT thehehere!" Xie Lian shrieked with laughter when Hua Cheng shot his hands under his arms.

Xie Lian threw his head back against Hua Cheng's shoulder and laughed hysterically as Hua Cheng's fingers wiggled into his underarms, tickling him mercilessly. Xie Lian trashed about, but the more Hua Cheng kept tickling him there, the weaker he felt, so after only a few seconds, he was barely standing on his feet, arms pressed to his sides and hands trying to join those of Hua Cheng under his arms to protect them from those mean tickles.

"Not here? Then Your Highness should just be sincere with me," Hua Cheng whispered, his mouth gently grazing over his ear moved down to nibble at his neck and Xie Lian snorted softly, bright, bubbly giggles sneaking into his hysterical laughter fit.

Xie Lian shook his head, his shoulders scrunching up as his body arched and squirmed weakly.

"Okay! OKAHAHAY!" Xie Lian finally gave up. "S-Sahahan L-Lang w-wahahas- he wahahas- ahahaha I'm tahahahalking!" He squeaked out when the tickling continued and Hua Cheng only chuckled.

"Oh, you're right. I'm sorry, Your Highness," he said, finally stopping his fingers.

Xie Lian barely had time to talk again before Hua Cheng was turning him around. Chest to chest now, Xie Lian felt like his face was about to explode; Hua Cheng was looking at him so tenderly and he was smiling so sweetly as his arms wrapped around Xie Lian, holding him close as their faces were mere millimeters away.

"I'm all ears, Gege."

Xie Lian started, his words a stuttering mess. "W-well... San L-Lang was flirting with those ladies... And I think uh... I got a bit jealous since, since I was there too," Xie Lian explained and he let out a little whine, pressing his face against Hua Cheng's chest. "I really wanted to drag you away from them."

The fact that there wasn't a racing heart inside Hua Cheng's chest made him feel even more nervous - what was Hua Cheng thinking? Did he think Xie Lian was being silly?

He felt Hua Cheng moving one of his arms and Xie Lian wrapped his own arms tightly around Hua Cheng's waist, he didn't want to let go. Was Hua Cheng actually leaving him for something like that? No, that couldn't be. It just couldn't!

"S-San Lang."

He went quiet when he felt Hua Cheng's fingers placing a piece of his hair behind his ear, making Xie Lian shiver.

"Gege," Hua Cheng said softly and Xie Lian almost squeaked when he felt the cold touch of the palm of his hand against his warm cheek.

He was trying to lift his face and, sucking all embarrassment, Xie Lian let him. He was surprised when Hua Cheng's lips were suddenly pressed against his own, kissing him tenderly as his thumb gently caressed his cheekbone.

Xie Lian felt his insides melting and his heart fluttered heavily. What did this kiss mean?

When Hua Cheng pulled apart, he pressed his forehead against Xie Lian's. "I sincerely apologize."

Xie Lian widened his eyes slightly. "Yes?"

"Gege has the right to feel this way because what I did was extremely wrong. I deeply apologize, Your Highness."

"N-No! It's not-"

"It is," Hua Cheng said and Xie Lian saw the intensity in his eye. "If His Highness were to flirt with someone else right in front of my face, I also would be upset "

"I know San Lang only wanted to get us the best fruits," Xie Lian said softly, his eyes looking down as he rubbed Hua Cheng's back gently.

"It does not matter. I am sorry, Gege."

Xie Lian smiled and he tiptoed to kiss Hua Cheng's lips. "I forgive you, San Lang."

The bright smile that Hua Cheng gave him almost made him faint. How could he love this man so much, he didn't know. Xie Lian smiled just as brightly and he closed his eyes, leaning in so their lips could meet again and again and again until Hua Cheng pulled apart a little.

"My apology is sincere, Gege," he started and Xie Lian frowned, "I will not do that kind of thing ever again, but… I can't help but feel happy that His Highness was jealous of those maidens."

Xie Lian felt his face heating up. "Ah, San Lang. Don't get too full of yourself," he said, looking away from his playful lover, but letting out a soft chuckle, relief filling his chest.

"Ah, but His Highness must totally have grabbed me and dragged me away! I think this lowly one would've swooned!"

Xie Lian giggled. "don't be silly… but, from now on," Xie Lian said, his voice dropping low as he stared at Hua Cheng's eye, "San Lang has to remember that… I don't like to share what's mine."

Hua Cheng widened his eye, his mouth dropping open as he stared at Xie Lian's raised eyebrow and severe eyes. He was not joking.

"Oh Heavens, Gege!" Xie Lian squeaked when he was suddenly lifted up and Hua Cheng was peppering Xie Lian’s face with kisses, making him giggle. "This lowly one will not do something like that again. My life is in your hands, Gege. I am, definitely, all yours," Hua Cheng promised and Xie Lian smiled at him.

"Mn. Just as much as you are mine, I am also yours. Until my last breath," Xie Lian said and he was the one to look for Hua Cheng's lips to kiss him again and again and again until they consummated their love on that divan with the orange light of sunset bathing their bodies.

#Tian Guan Ci Fu #TGCF #Xie Lian #Hua Cheng #HuaLian #ticklish!Xie Lian #tickle fic #mia's things #mia's fics #the tickle scene is short tho buhu #huhu*

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After endlessly mourning over IT Chapter 2, I’m ready to talk about it.

Obviously, spoiler alert. Major ones.

SO. I’m speechless. Like, I’m ready to talk about it but I can’t even form words because.. wow.

I’m gonna start off by saying that this wasn’t even a horror movie. 2-3 jump-scares, plus the woman with the hanging tits that tried to scare Beverly. That shit wasn’t even horror - it was COMEDY. And if they thought that making Ben see Beverly’s hair on fire while she yelled “YOUR HAIR IS WINTER FIRE”, wasn’t gonna make me laugh? They were wrong. They were extremely wrong, I was laughing way too hard in the theatre and I felt horrible considering what Pennywise/Beverly made Ben hear from her right before. Shit made me sad, but goddamn.

This was a coming-of-age film. That’s all I will categorise it as, because that’s what it deserves to be called. No way was this horror. The scenes where they transitioned from being adults to kids or vice versa, and the numerous flashbacks, all of it was emotional as hell. Nostalgic, intimate, the way I felt watching these scenes as a teenager, scared of what the future holds and not ready to let go of my childhood, it’s overwhelming, to say the least. They did such a perfect job on the nostalgia of it all and my tears are there as proof. I can let out more, if they need it.

Okay now, trigger warning: Abuse/Domestic violence. Just this part, though.

As a domestic violence survivor, since the first movie I’ve had such a affectionate connection to Beverly. Chapter 2 carried it on quite well, and graphically. It’s one of the things I’m glad they continued that from the book; although it was triggering and deeply upsetting. She had to deal with her father when she was a child, and then her husband? The scene at the beginning with her husband was an asset to the film, and displaying the bruises and marks on her body throughout the film, while she’s with the Losers Club (mostly) happy with them, it brings me more of a... progressive vibe? I’m not quite sure how to explain it, but to think that she has the men from the Losers Club in her life who treat her well and love her, it makes me happy. She deserved so much better though.

SPEAKING OF BEVERLY.. Y’all already know what I’m about to go off about.

Ben and Beverly. I don’t even think I cried as much in Avengers: Endgame as I did at just that scene with Ben and Beverly where they were both stuck in those visuals that Pennywise was giving them (Bev in that bathroom stall with blood, and Ben in the clubhouse). Ben finally yelling that it was him who wrote the postcard, and saying I love you - all of that leading up to them eventually ending up together like they were meant to be. The art of these lovers coming back to one another and still being just as in love with one another as they were as kids? An extraordinary love story.

Now I’m going to write a 37 page long essay about how much I love Richie and Eddie and how they deserved better. Okay?

Before I start, I’d like to take several moments of silence for the Hammock Scene. They were in LOVE.

Alright. If I wasn’t already crying enough over Eddie dying at the end, they made Richie re-scratch “R+E” into the bridge. It is heartbreaking, truly, back when they were kids it was so looked down on to be gay, and they show that with Henry Bowers and his gang constantly throwing homophobic slurs at the Losers Club. Now, after 27 years when Richie and Eddie are finally brought back together, they fall in love all over again just for Eddie to be taken away like that? And when they all had to get out of that cave, they had to literally drag Richie away from Eddie’s body. At that point, I had put my popcorn on the floor to fucking sob. I’m not over-exaggerating. There were so many small details that fuelled the arc of their love in this film. Everything about Reddie in this film cause so much emotional distress, but I still loved it. When I left the theatre, I felt like I couldn’t talk about, let alone watch the film again without sobbing, but now I just want to go watch it again. After everything the Losers Club went through together, from the bullying and homophobia, to Pennywise, to the PTSD of the events from Chapter 1, I wish they had all gotten a happy ending. But alas, Stephen King and his endings.

The Losers Club going to the quarry after killing Pennywise, everybody supporting Richie, it was sentimental as all hell and I just wanna say that I love them so much. I am so emotionally attached to the cast, the characters, everything.

Stanley’s death definitely put me in agony, and just goes to show how heavy the trauma was on the Losers Club. My baby Stanley has always been so afraid, rightfully, and to think about having to go back while in that process of trying to move on from those events - it had to have been painful. Watching it was painful too, the scene came so suddenly and it was super triggering for audiences. And unfortunately, my brain categorised this film as “trauma” and I forgot almost everything that was written in Stanley’s letter. But all I do know is that he deserved better, and the Losers Club certainly did NOT deserve to be taunted by his death like that. They won for him, though. Life or death, they stuck with each other and did each other justice. My favourites.

Bill Skarsgård’s performance in this film was AMAZING. Pennywise didn’t get as much character arc or plot in Chapter 1, so we didn’t get a chance to admire his talent as much. Every actor did such an amazing acting job this film and I truly admire James Ransone for accurately having the same chaotic energy as Jack Dylan Grazer onscreen. Spot on performance. The casting job was flawless, both the behaviour and looks of the older/younger cast match each other so precisely.

I’m not sure how this affected other people, but it did affect me; the idea that these friends went through SO much shit as kids, and still (mostly) managed to make it out alive. Bill became an author, Richie became a comedian - it’s hope, so per se. I hope everyone who sometimes loses hope, watches this movie and knows that if they made it out, you can too.

Honourable mention to the film score. Beautiful and haunting, all at once.

And one last thing,

“If you find someone worth holding onto, never ever let them go.”

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The first book I finished in 2021! I’ll keep track more closely of how many books I read this year because these late update posts make everything funky....

The December book for our family’s Anti-Racism Book Club, “So You Want To Talk About Race,” felt quite different than the other books we’ve read so far, and its different purpose is clearly stated in the preface. Ijeoma Oluo writes that this book to made to be used, like a manual, like a playbook, enabling fundamental, necessary, and numerous conversations about race.

At first, I admit, this put me off a bit (please stay with me, I’ll explain how I examined this reaction in myself). The simplification of the purpose of the book initially rankled; the statement that these were answers to questions about race, definitions without room for debate, caused me to want to push back to say, “while surely there are many perspectives on these topics among Black writers, thinkers, activists, and political leaders.” That rankling was something this book caused me to examine in myself. To what extent was my “high bar” for these kinds of conversations, my conviction that any writer ought to admit she’s offering her perspective while others may disagree, born of my deeply-ingrained, racist viewpoint? What are my assumptions about what scholarship and scholarly conversation look like? Because those very assumptions are developed within a white supremacist educational framework.

As I moved through this book, I increasingly saw Oluo’s direct approach as a tool. Throughout she uses strong and persuasive language, and in not allowing room for debate or complex variations, she presents a persuasive dialectic (which is, I should note, a tool used by white men through generations of writing, and not something I had any right to call out in Oluo). This approach also fits the purpose of her book. She does not intend to cover any topic exhaustively. This book is a starting point. It sets some ground rules and then it sparks conversation. This is the kind of book that needs to be persuasive and pervasive, that needs to exist as an universal starting point. Did I want more involved discussion of intersectionality? Absolutely. Can I get that by seeking out the work of other Black Feminists who intend to be exhaustive in their approach? Absolutely. Can I use the Works Cited pages of “So You Want to Talk About Race?” as a reading guide? Absolutely.

I saw the ways in which my assumptions about direct address were my own brand of—subversive, dangerously subtle—tone policing. I wanted this talking about race to look like the academic discussions I’ve been trained to expect (again, by that white supremacist educational framework).

In a similar vein, I also, at times while reading this book, said to myself “this is a strong perspective, a lot of other Black people must have varied perspectives on this topic.” And while this is undoubtably true—there are varied perspectives on everything—what was it in me that made me need to say this to myself? To counter, or soften Oluo's perspective? That raises a lot of alarm bells about myself and my thinking. Do I expect more “couching” of one’s perspective, more acknowledgement that this is “a perspective” from Oluo because she’s a Black woman? Would I excuse directness and persuasive language differently in someone else? Is her perspective actually strong or extreme, or am I just seeing it that way?

Trying to answer some of these questions, I spent time digging through Oluo’s R Kelly tweets (which she refers to in passing in the book) and reading the comments responding to her, looking at the profiles of these responders and trying to assess the thoughts of other Black men and women on this topic. There was a lot of variation in perspective. I thought about how the perspectives of her responders are also shaped and influenced by their contexts (we all have internalized racism and sexism). I came to the conclusion, ultimately, that someone needs to present the perspective Oluo offers, and even if not everyone agrees, there is meaningful discussion that occurs because she takes a directly-worded stance. I’m still examining this conclusion in myself, though, as I know there is a lot buried, ingrained, and assumed here. And, one clear sign of how deeply ingrained my racism around tone and academic approach is is the fact that tone and approach are things I thought about a lot while reading this book and that we talked a lot about in our family discussion. Not the content of the book (although we did cover a lot of that), not what we can do (although we did eventually get to that, but in too passing of a way), but the tone and the approach of the book was the first focus of our discussion…that’s concerning.

The sections of the book I thought the most about were the sections on checking your privilege and on tone policing (relevant to the above). In the section on police brutality, I had the horrifying realization that, multiple times over the past several years, I have gleefully told people “I’ve never gotten a speeding ticket! I’ve never even been pulled over.” I’m 30 years old and I’ve been driving for 14+ years. This statement implied, for me, “I’m a good driver.” And it NEVER ONCE occurred to me that the correct logic is, in fact: “I’ve never been pulled over! And that’s because I’m white.” I tried to think back to who I’ve said this in front of or to. I thought about how Oluo would feel hearing this statement from me when she, probably also a good driver, has nevertheless been pulled over a lot. I know said “I’ve never been pulled over” like I thought this was something to brag about. So, that was an important realization.

In the section on checking your privilege, I was incredibly inspired by the idea—and I never thought about it in quite these terms before—that in examining your privilege you should be aware that, in the areas where you have the most privilege, you can make the biggest positive impact for others without that same privilege. “Check your privilege” doesn’t need to only mean “stop rubbing it in others’ faces.” It can mean check in with it, understand it, and use it. Wherever you are privileged, you are powerful. You can use that power to make a difference. I had a lot of thoughts about ways I can do this. This also built my confidence a lot. I know I have a lot of privilege. I’ve been so often someone who is listened to and I have so many opportunities to lever that—both in speaking up and in creating spaces for others to speak, to listen with attention that makes other white people follow my lead in listening, to talk about racism actively with other white people, to work on projects in my community that need care and time and energy. I found this really motivating!

I’m grateful for Oluo’s book and grateful for this as a reading cornerstone of our Book Club. I’m also grateful to my sister, who chose this book for us to read, because that is the value of a book club…you are not always the book chooser. I don’t think I would have chosen this book—that, again, worth noting to myself—and I’m glad I was asked to read it.

[Note: I write these Book and Cover posts for myself, but I’ve continued to put them on the internet…that means they have the potential to be visible to others. If I’ve written something here that you disagree with, or that you want to discuss, I hope you feel you can reach out to me. I never want to ask that of someone else. But I do want to at least say, a small thing, that I would like it if you did. I know I am out of my depth here, in so many ways I can’t even see.]

#so you want to talk about race #ijeoma oluo #anti-racism #important reading #check your privilege #tone policing #tw: discussions of white supremacy #first book of 2021

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Poe is a flower shop employee and Ranpo gets lost and somehow finds his way to Poe’s shop

It was a fresh autumn morning. Orange and brown leaves littered all over the ground and crunched as a tall man walked through. The man’s name was Edgar Allan Poe, an American immigrant who came to Japan for a new start. He currently worked as a flower shop employee and though the pay was small, he was glad that he could at least provide food and shelter for himself.

The flower shop came into view and he walked a little faster. He entered the shop and was greeted by the sweet old lady who was his boss. He waved good morning.

“Hi, Poe-kun, have you had breakfast yet?” Poe took his apron out of his bag and put it on, shaking his head to respond to the old lady’s question.Once Poe had finished tying the ribbons of the apron, the old lady handed him a croissant.

“Thank you, Mrs. Fukushima”

That’s how most of their mornings started; with Mrs. Fukushima giving him bread for breakfast. She knew Poe didn’t have enough money to buy breakfast so she always gives him bread to eat so the young man wouldn’t starve.

The next few hours was spent by attending to customers, wrapping up bouquets of flowers and taking care of the several plants and flowers in the shop. This is exactly why Poe stayed despite the small pay; Life as a flower shop employee was a peaceful one, no overwhelming rush of customers (except on Valentines Day), no violence.

Poe’s life was normal, quiet, almost too quiet.

“Hey, Poe-kun, don’t you have a girlfriend?” Poe flushed at the old lady’s question

“N-No, Mrs. Fukushima, you know relationships aren’t my t-thing..” He said. Mrs. Fukushima sighed

“You’re not gonna get any younger, you know. It’s best to enjoy your youth”

“R-right, i’ll keep that in mind”

At around lunch time, Poe just finished wrapping up a bouquet for a customer and then..

“Hey hey, could someone help me??” A young man barged into the shop. He looked to be around his 20′s. Dark, messy hair slightly covered by a brown hat, beautiful emerald eyes. Poe lightly blushed seeing the young man. The tall male kept staring at the newcomer till Mrs. Fukushima snapped him out of his trance.

“Poe-kun? You help that young man, I’ll take care of the customer” And with that, Mrs. Fukushima led the customer away to the cash registrar. Poe gulped and made his way to the young man.

“U-Um, how can I help you, sir?” Poe tried his best to get eye contact with the man but he just kept averting his eyes.

“I’m lost, do you know where the Armed detective agency is?” Poe thought about it for a second. The Armed detective agency’s the building where he passes by every morning, right?

“The r-red bricked building, right?” The young man nodded excitingly.

“Poe-kun, you can go lead him, and grab some lunch since it’s already lunch time!” Mrs. Fukushima exclaimed, waving. The tall man nodded and took off his apron and he placed it on a nearby table.

“I’ll be back soon, Mrs. Fukushima!”

“So you’re Poe?” Poe nodded

“I’m E-Edgar Allan Poe and you are?” The man looked at him strangely

“You don’t know who i am??”

“No..?”

“Why, I’m the greatest detective in the whole wide world! Edogawa Ranpo!”

“Oh..okay?”

The two finally arrived at the agency. Poe bowed

“Well, I should be off then, goodbye, Edogawa-san” Poe turned around to leave but Ranpo caught his sleeve

“Get lunch with me”

“Hah?”

Ranpo dragged Poe to the Agency’s favorite cafe. They were both greeted by the waitress and the cafe owner. The two sat down on a booth and gave their orders to the waitress. Since Poe still couldn’t read Japanese well enough, Ranpo ordered omurice for them both and a parfait for Ranpo.

“So you’re a detective, Edogawa-san?”

“Mhm! Cut the ‘Edogawa-san’ call me Ranpo instead!”

“O-Okay..R-Ranpo-san”

“You’re a cute one aren’t you?”

“EH!?”

By the time lunch was over, the two grew close, close enough to even exchange phone numbers. Poe even stuck around the agency and met everyone. He left 5 minutes later, saying that he still has work to do.

As he walked back to the shop, he felt a warm feeling within him. The feeling was nice, it made him feel really happy.

For the first time in a while Edgar Allan Poe felt extremely happy...

It’s been a whole month since the two met and became close. It was already December 23rd. Tomorrow would be the last day of work. Poe not only grew close with Ranpo but also with the other agency members, the tall male was even invited to the Agency’s Christmas Party.

The past few weeks have been a good one for Poe, he made new friends.

Poe looked at the clock on the wall and realized it’s almost time for him to get lunch and go to the Agency.

He knew today was gonna be a good day too

‘Ah..the last day of work! I’m definitely gonna miss this place while I’m on vacation..’ Poe thought as he swept the floors of the shop. The door opened and he turned around to see Ranpo, with a grin on his face

“R-Ranpo-kun?? How did you even get here??” Poe stuttered out as Ranpo pouted

“Don’t underestimate a great detective like me!” Poe sweatdropped as Ranpo entered the shop. Currently it was just the tall male because Mrs. Fukushima went out for groceries

“So..what brings you here today, Ranpo-kun? It’s quite rare that YOU visit me” Poe asked, emphasizing the latter YOU. What he said was not a lie, usually it would be the taller male who visits the Agency during lunch time, not the other way around.

“I came today to buy a flower” That response piqued Poe’s interest

“Oh? Which ones?” Ranpo pointed at the Gloxinias. Poe felt his heart ache a little. He knew what those flowers symbolized; Love at First Sight. He didn’t know why his heart ached, so what if Ranpo is buying a flower that symbolizes Love at First Sight? It’s not like he loved the detective anyway...

..Right..?

“alright, hold on, I’ll get it for you” Poe walked away to the bundle of gloxinias. He grabbed one and walked to the preparation table

“Would you like a ribbon or card?”

“Yes!”

“You can go pick over there Ranpo-kun” Poe pointed to the rack of ribbons and cards.

Ranpo came back with two small ribbons, one red and one white and of course, a little card that he can write in. Poe handed Ranpo a pen and he started writing away while Poe beautifully tied the ribbons around the stem. When Ranpo was finished writing, he handed the card to Poe and the tall man stuck the card on the stem with tape.

“And your total is 934 yen” Ranpo gave him the money and he was off with the flower

“Thanks, Poe-kun!” Poe waved him goodbye and when the detective was nowhere to be seen, he sighed

“My heart hurts...Do I really like Ranpo-kun..?” Poe could feel tears start to well up in his orbs. He quickly wiped them away

“No no! If Ranpo has someone he likes I should be happy for him!”

Lunch time finally came around and Mrs. Fukushima came back with a paper bag full of groceries.

“You can go get lunch now, Poe-kun” The tall man nodded and took off his apron. He then exited the shop after putting on a thick coat and a scarf.

On the way to the agency, Poe tried his very best to not start crying but he couldn’t hide it. The tears and heart aches just kept coming and coming. Halfway to his destination, he ran up to a tree and wiped his tears, making sure no one was around to see him in that state.

‘I can’t go the agency looking like this’ He took out his phone and sent a message to the detective

Hello, Ranpo-kun! I can’t go to the Agency today. There’s a lot of customers and I’ll be here for a while. I’m sorry

and send!

He felt bad for lying but what other excuse does he have?

He walked all the way back to the shop and told Mrs. Fukushima that he’ll skip lunch today. The old lady was suspicious but decided not to ask about it.

It was a long day, Poe had to admit. He was grateful that he did come back because suddenly there was a bunch of customers who all wanted bouquets who arrived but he was done for the day.

“Here, Poe-kun, your pay and bonus” Mrs. Fukushima handed him a small brown envelope that was slightly thick. Poe nodded

“Thank you so much, Mrs. Fukushima!”

“Well, you should head home now”

“Alright, Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas, Poe-kun”

And that was it. On the way home he bought a meal from the convenience store and finally made his way home. He arrived in his shabby apartment and flopped onto the small couch after placing the steaming hot food he bought.

“Agh..I’m tired..” But at least he could finally relax. He didn’t have to return to work till January 5 and so he had a 12 days to just roll around the apartment and sleep.

He shifted his position so his back was on the couch and he faced the ceiling. He sighed

‘Ranpo must’ve confessed to that person already..’ Again, the tears started coming but this time, Poe was comfortable with crying. He was in his own home after all. The only witnesses would be the little furniture he had.

Edgar Allan Poe spent that night crying and sleeping. It would be better to release the grief and sadness now than to keep it in.

Poe woke up with a slight headache which made him groan in pain

“O-Ow” He held his head and started regretting all the crying. He stood up and went to the bathroom to look at himself. He was a mess, a really bad mess. The dark circles beneath his eyes got even darker somehow, his eyes were red and puffy, his hair was sticking up in various directions and his lips were slightly dry. He sighed and turned on the faucet so he can wash his face.

As he was rinsing off the soap from hiss face, the doorbell rung. Poe finished up and headed to the front door to peek through the little peephole. There was no one

Weird

He opened the door and to his surprise, the Gloxinia he had prepared for Ranpo was on the floor a few inches from his door, along with a present. He picked up both items and went into his living room after closing and locking the door.

He first read the card that Ranpo wrote

Dear Edgar Allan Poe, Bet you didn’t expect this, did you? I’m not only a clever detective but also clever with surprises! Haha, enough bragging though. I wrote this to tell you that I like you. We’ve only been hanging around each other for a month i know but i really like you. You should consider yourself extremely lucky to have won the heart of the Greatest detective in the world! Let’s go out together, come to my place on New Years. I’m not taking no for an answer ;) Love, Edogawa Ranpo

Poe needed to process this

Ranpo liked him!?

EHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

dsfndshffheihfmvk irjep mrem rk onvnittuehwyew-

He opened the present next.

There was a box of condoms and a bottle of lube..

Poe blushed heavily and placed the lid back on the present.

Edgar.exe has stopped working

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So, I’ve always run into loons while dating, but with my SEEKING FRIENDS ONLY profile I talk to everyone, including people I’d never go near if looking. And my goodness, it’s everybody. Well, not everybody, but the INTERNET. After age 28 or so, EVERYONE IS A FUCKING WEIRDO. Mind you, I do not screenshot things from family, people I actually know, and real life people, but I definitely don’t mind talking some shit.

Dude above was from out of town and raving about Ocean City, MD, the resort near to me. I worked there for many years and remember a drunk biker getting killed on the road by my store. People looted his pockets and I got paid in bloody cash for weeks after that. Place has crime. Not the worst crime, but it’s a small area with too much of it. So I told the guy, just making conversation and he chirped that his uncle or whatever was a local cop and there was no crime. I said bullshit and linked him to local stats. I mentioned there was a lot of theft, assault, and rapes. Dude asks me, “why, were you raped?” What the hell? I told him that wasn’t classy of him to ask, and I said, “you aren’t a local and you’re just defending the place without facts.” etc. Then he throws out that charming line that he’s a virgin at 30!

What exactly are people’s realities? I either run into bug-eyed staunch liberals screaming that men farting is a form of sexual assault or these religious Neanderthals that think abortion is murder. I had to think about why the guy asked me if I had been raped, then it kind of hit me, my profile says I wasn’t looking for sex which has made some people ask me if I was a virgin. So maybe I’m projecting but the dude was probably making sure I was “pure.” I’ve had extremist religious folks tell me before that women that have been raped are impure and must be forgiven. Okaaaaaaaay then, that makes so much sense? Anyway the guy asks me out the next day and I’m glad he couldn’t see me laugh.

Sexual preferences and choices are personal. If you’re a virgin, you do you, and figure out what you want to do or not do with it. But honestly, I think that once you get past 23 you’re barking on unhealthy territory unless you have severe physical or mental disabilities, etc., and extreme religion is never healthy.

Yesterday I was pooping around on Reddit and someone was explaining that being a Satanist meant you were simply non-conforming and not being a part of traditional religions. Okay, but you’re still following something and conforming to that. It is still a crutch and you are still brainwashed by it to a degree, just like any other religion. And if you’re so about being neutral, why Satan of all things? Say what you will, but that’s a historically bad name. Why not create the Church of Cuddly Puppies? Or better yet, THINK FOR YOUR FUCKING SELF and don’t use any religion.

Alright, so we’ve covered oppressed religious weirdos. Next: The Wannabe Old People. 35-45 year old women that try to mother me, and 35-45 year old men that act like I’m 5 generations beneath them. In 2017, aged 28, I had a date with a dude, 36 and it went well. Didn’t see him again because of distance but added him on FaceBook and he sees my pinup shots and is like “my goodness, young lady” and made sure I was behaving safely around men. Dude, what? “Young lady?” I’m not going to rip apart the one dude but these days I’m still being hit up by guys in that age range calling me that. Like I said, 35-45. I’m 31 and don’t think 35 is that far away. But what the fuck do I know? 40-50 is not “old” but when you look down upon younger people, even in a fatherly way, it ages you, and is usually creepy. Don’t do it! You can’t date someone or be their friend unless you consider them to be your equal and I do not have daddy issues.

LASTLY, and the most common theme I’ve dealt with lately, the MOPERS. “No one will ever want me... I keep looking... My exes were just horrible people. There’s no hope.” That shit. I have some terrible exes, the most notable of which tried to literally kill me then made my life a living hell. And I talked about it too much, I was/am traumatized. I still bring it up too much, like now. But, seriously, mopers like this guy: https://www.reddit.com/r/relationships/comments/jxko56/ive_tried_everything_to_get_love_and_affection/

You cannot let the past define your future, get counseling if you have to. I’m not going to claim to be an example of mental health or success but when I’m with my family, we laugh and joke. When I talk to my friends I might vent about my day but I care about how they are and we talk social topics and “hey man, have you had that new croissant crust pizza yet?” @ Jay lol.

I don’t bombard people with how my bad exes fucked me over or how I have no hope. Because there is hope if you make it. Luck with people may never be all that spiffy, even for me, but you have a whole world of options out there to make yourself happy somehow, even if you have to take mental health steps like counseling or medication. I know too many people that wouldn’t take medication that clearly made them better for depression and other issues and it ruined their lives. The mind is just as important as the body, folks. Never feel ashamed about getting help, I’ve been in counseling and could always use more myself.

So, y’all, how about we all just vibe out, look in the mirror, and think for ourselves?

Happy Thanksgiving.

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