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primroseparker · 2 years

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Hi there! I've had this idea stuck in my head for a while and I'd rather read it than write it lol -though I might write something myself eventually-

Reader strongly disliking physical touch from everyone but Steve, and him being completely oblivious to it. The rest of the friend group pointing it out and him refusing to believe them, so the whole lot decide to prove him wrong with some sort of masterplan. (Idiots in love am I right)

What do you think? Hope you have a great day xxx

The Only Exception || Steve Harrington x female!reader

Summary: Physical touch was something you despised, but as always, Steve’s touch was the only exception. When he refuses to believe that you actually hate the whole concept of it, the kids come up with a plan to prove him wrong.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: fluff, a tiny bit of angst, reader dislikes physical touch

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it. It was difficult because I’m the complete opposite (big fan of physical touch), but I tried my best to implement it in the story. I hope you like it! Also, this is not based on the Paramore song “The Only Exception”, I just thought that the title would fit this story lmao

The warm and bright rays of sunshine slip through the curtains, shining directly on your face and awakening you from your unconscious state. You squeeze your eyes shut and turn to face the other side. A hand comes up to your face, its thumb caressing your cheek slowly. You open your eyes and are met with Steve’s sleepy gaze.

“Hey,” he whispers as he gives you a small smile.

“G’morning,” you murmur as you put your arms around his waist and hug him close. “How long have you been up for?”

“Not long, I was just waiting for you to wake up,” he says nuzzling against your neck. He leaves a trail of soft kisses all the way from your jaw to your collarbone.

“I missed you last night,” he continues.

“I’m sorry, I had to stay later than planned because this customer would just not shut up,” you groan as you remember the encounter. He pulls back to meet his gaze with yours.

“I mean, he just kept going on and on about how his son was going off the rails with this so-called ‘satanic’ D&D game, saying that he was worried he would turn out to be a cult member,” rubbing the sleep from your eyes and then raising your arms above your head to stretch.

“All I did was ask how he was doing, which is obviously a question that is asked clearly out of courtesy. I’m just a retail worker working minimum wage, not a therapist,” you scoff and roll your eyes in frustration.

He looks at you with an amused expression. He loved that you felt comfortable enough to rant about your feelings, knowing full well that you had trouble doing so with most people. But he also found it entertaining because of the way you told your stories.

“Don’t worry about it, dove. I’m just glad to wake up next to you,” he says, voice still raspy from sleep. He pulls you back into a hug and you close your eyes, letting the warmth from his touch embrace you like the world’s most comfortable blanket.

In the two months you and Steve had been dating, neither of you had discussed your love languages. He assumed yours was physical touch since you always welcomed his touch eagerly. Because of this, he never had a reason to think otherwise. But in reality, you were never one to favor physical closeness. Your childhood lacked the expression of love through touch because your parents were never affectionate with you, or with each other for that matter.

Before Steve, any kind of physical closeness would make you uncomfortable. However, having him that close would not only make you happy but calm. His hugs and kisses were like a breath of fresh air. It was something new and exciting, yet calming when you were stressed or low-spirited. Despite loving having him that close, his touch was the only one you tolerated. You, of course, were certain that his love language was physical touch; it was as clear as day and everyone knew it.

“Come on, let’s go get some breakfast so we can help set up for Dustin’s birthday party,” you say as you let go of Steve and sit up into a cross-legged position. He throws his arm over his face and sighs.

“Alright, just give me five more minutes of sleep and then I’ll get up to shower,” he mumbles into his arm.

“Five minutes will turn into ten, ten will turn into twenty, and next thing you know we’ll be an hour late, Steve”

“Fine,” he groans, “I’m getting up now.”

Your mouth quirks up at the corners with contentment. You love living with Steve. Moments of simple domestic bliss are your favorite, especially ones like these. Mornings with him are so soft. It is when you would let your guard down, allowing yourself to be who you really are, and it’s the same way for him. Uncrossing your legs, you give him a kiss on the forehead and get up from the bed. The two of you need to be at the Wheeler’s place soon to set up for the party, and if there’s one thing you dislike more than anything is being late.

“Stevie, you better be in the shower by the time I come back!” you shout as you head to the kitchen to make breakfast for the two of you. As much as you love Steve, mornings, when you had somewhere else to be, were not easy.

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“Happy birthday, Henderson,” Steve smiles as he embraces Dustin in a tight hug. The setup for the party had been pretty easy. All of the kids had offered to help make their friend’s birthday a special one, especially after everything that happened with the Upside Down.

“Thanks, man,” Dustin responds.

“You know, it would’ve been a hell of a lot easier if you had told us what you wanted as a present instead of having us guess,” Steve says while rolling his eyes.

Although he loved the kid, he hated trying to find a present that would be perfect to Dustin’s liking. It was incredibly stressful to him because he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted him to have a present that he would actually enjoy, something that Steve hadn’t experienced in his childhood as a result of his parent’s emotional negligence. Sure, they always provided him with anything he needed, but they never bothered to give him the attention and affection all childrens need. Every year, his parents would always give him money to buy whatever he wanted, even as a child. The thought that goes into buying a loved one something they want is much better than an envelope with a hundred bucks and a half-hearted congratulations.

“I’m sure I’ll love whatever you got me. Plus, where’s the fun in just telling you?”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever, dude. It better be something you like, otherwise I’m making you bike to return it for something you actually like. I’m not wasting gas on that,” he grumbles. You give him a knowing smile, after all, you know him well enough to know that he was all bark and no bite. At least not when it came to the people he loved. It seemed like Dustin knew it too because he just chuckles at his remark.

“Happy birthday, Dustin,” you smile as you hand the young teen a blue envelope that contains a birthday card.

“Thanks, y/n!” he says much more enthusiastically. Suddenly, he wraps his arms around you, with your own pinned against your side. You become still as a statue, not knowing how to respond to his touch. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, you bring your right hand up to his back and give him a quick pat. He seems to get the hint because he drops his arms and gives you a slight smile.

“Steve, could you help me carry one of my new inventions? It’s in the garage and it’s just too heavy for me to carry it,” Dustin says.

“Sure, sure,” Steve responds. “Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” he says as he turns to you.

“I’m sure. I’ll go ask Mrs. Henderson if she needs help with anything,” you smile reassuringly.

“Alright,” he says, giving you a small peck on the cheek before turning on his heel to follow Dustin.

Dustin opens the door to the garage, finding the rest of his friends sitting on the floor playing a boardgame.

“What are you guys doing here?” Steve questions.

“Dustin’s mom got mad at us for yelling while playing the game. She told us to either tone it down or come to the garage. So, we decided to come here instead,” Lucas shrugs. “What are you doing here? I thought you would be hanging out with the others,” he adds. Steve assumes that by the others he means Robin, Jonathan, Nancy, and you.

“I was, but Henderson over here wanted me to help him carry something that was apparently too heavy for him. Which is bullshit because I know for a fact he would rather struggle to carry something than ask for my help.”

With that, he turns to look at Dustin. “So what’s going on, dude?” he questions, brow arched in suspicion.

“When were you going to tell me that y/n hates hugs?” Dustin asks.

“What are you talking about? She loves hugs,” he says, surprise crossing his face.

“You know damn well what I’m talking about. It sure would’ve been better if you had told me before I hugged her today.”

Steve shoots him a quizzical look and asks, “I seriously have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Everytime we hug her she either awkwardly stands very still with her arms pinned to her sides or just dodges the gesture altogether,” Max joins in, “I thought you knew that already.”

“You guys have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve says.

“It’s true, last week when she helped me with my History homework, I tried to give her a hug but she just stook out her hand for a handshake instead,” Will reveals.

“And a few minutes ago she just stood very still and gave me a pat on the back while I gave her a hug,” Dustin adds.

“I think I would know if my girlfriend disliked physical touch,” Steve insists.

“You think we’re making it up? Fine, we’ll prove you wrong, Dingus,” Dustin fires back. He goes up to Mike and whispers something in his ear. Mike nods and turns to whisper the same thing in El’s ear.

“Let’s go,” Dustin says. The rest of the kids follow him, Steve trailing right behind them. They head to the living room, where you’re sitting on the couch reading your book.

“Hey, y/n,” Dustin greets you. You look from your novel, and smile at the kids.

“Hey,” you answer back.

“We just wanted to thank you for everything you have done for us. I mean, from helping us out with our English and History homework, to giving us rides to the arcade and helping decorate for my birthday party,” he continues.

“Yeah, and thanks for the relationship advice you gave us earlier this week,” Mike comments as he glances at El.

“There’s no need to thank me, I’m happy to help out however I can,” giving them a gentle smile.

“Can I give you a hug?” El asks shyly.

“Oh, uh, sure,” you mutter. You step forward in her direction and wrap your left arm around her shoulders for a brief second. When you step back, you give her a tight smile and put your hands in the pockets of your jacket.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Lucas asks.

“Of course,” you reply.

“Did I do something wrong? Was my hug that bad?” El asks you, a frown forming on her face.

“What? No, not at all. You’re a great hugger El” you quickly say.

“Or do you just don’t like us? Is that why you hate our hugs?” Dustin inquires, brows furrowed in worry.

“It’s not you guys, I promise. I’m just not that fond of physical touch,” you admit, an apologetic look on your face.

“What? All this time you’ve hated it and you couldn’t even tell me?” Steve asks, a hurtful look crossing his face.

“We’ll leave you two to talk,” Dustin says quietly. They all glance at each other in confusion, but Dustin nods towards the hallway that leads back to the garage. They exit the room, leaving the two of you in awkward silence.

“Does that mean that you’ve hated all of the kisses and hugs I’ve been giving you this entire time?” Steve asks, eyebrows lowered and pulled together.

You close the space that separates the two of you and bring your hands up to his face to softly cup his cheek.

“Baby, I’ve loved every single kiss and hug you have given me so far. Look, I know we’ve never discussed this, but physical touch doesn’t come easy to me. I mean, the kids just proved it,” you laugh humorlessly.

“My parents were never affectionate with me, so anything that involves touching other people makes me uncomfortable. I never thought that it would change, but then you came along and became my only exception,” you continue, “Trust me when I say that nothing makes me happier than feeling you close to me.”

“But why didn’t you say anything, dove?” he asks softly, tilting up your chin and cupping both of your cheeks. You take your hands off his face and hold his wrists instead, as if to keep his hands in place.

“It never came up. Plus, I didn’t want you to think that I hated your touch,” you answer in the same tone.

“I’m sorry for not saying anything,” you add.

“And I’m sorry for not noticing it sooner,” he responds.

“I guess we’re just two idiots in love, huh? Too blinded to see the obvious,” he chuckles.

“I guess we are,” you chuckle as well, standing on your toes to meet your lips with his.

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For some reason I couldn’t tag most of the people that answered my google form taglist, just these two. Not sure why it’s happening but sorry!

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sqpphos · 2 years

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another story similar to sleepovers with mike where mike is the reader’s pervy childhood best friend but the reader doesn’t know it

also i love your writing style <3

this whole concept has been stuck on mind. has me running laps and rolling on the ground because i love it.

nsfw content [16+], mike being a perv (obv), some mentions of masturbation if u squint, mike is 19!!

i feel like mike would’ve hated himself for having a crush on you. like his biggest fear would be you finding out and losing you over it. and his pining slowly turning to sexual yearning made him feel even worse. because who the hell feels that way about a friend they grew up with?

but in a way mike was also grateful that he was your best friend. it just made it so much easier for him to hide his perverted habits and easily pass it off as you two being close.

he would definitely get off on the fact that you’re so oblivious to just how much of a pervert he is. knowing that you don’t know that he’s the reason why your personal belongings (specifically your panties and bras) go missing has him reeling. he’s your best friend! of course you don’t find it weird when he snoops around your room!

and when you actually believe that they just somehow turn up in his laundry, maybe from when you were over at the wheeler house and showered there, he actually believes he’s on top of the world. cause you’d never think that your best friend would ever lie to you.

you think he’s just the sweetest guy in the world! always looking after you at any moment. especially when you wear low cut shirts! he’ll make sure to let you know about some of the creeps who keep staring and let’s you borrow one of his jackets to cover up. but he’ll also have to excuse himself to the bathroom at the same time, and will come back with a flushed face and labored breaths.

he also always manages to catch the way your shoelaces are untied before you do, and he always insists to tie them for you. you’re so grateful that he makes sure you don’t trip, while he’s taking in the time he gets to stare up your skirt.

and you obviously don’t find it weird when his hands are on you. you and mike have always been touchy since you were young, and he obviously doesn’t mean to let his hands get dangerously close to your breasts. it’s an accident! he can’t help that his hands are so big and can cover a large expanse of your body.

mike’s your best friend. he only has good intentions.

#passing notes. ˖◛⁺⑅♡#⋆ ࣪. ᓚᘏᗢ rey writes.#mike wheeler #mike wheeler imagine #aged up mike wheeler #aged up! mike wheeler #mike wheeler smut #mike wheeler x reader

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ultfreakme · 1 month

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Cn I ask your top favorite fics that you've written (feel free how much that you want to list)? Why they're special to you? Is there a specific inspiration when you wrote them? Thanks....

Hey anon!!! Thanks for the ask!! Favorite fics...I've written. You've given me too much freedom by asking my why I like them I am so sorry for the wall of text about to hit.

To Veer The Tides

It's a fic for Kuroko no Basuke which is basically just me slapping the character names onto a WILDLY different fantasy setting. It's for Akashi x Furihata. An arranged marriage AU where Akashi is the son of an emperor who went too power hungry and wanted to consolidate 7 mostly independent states(provinces??) into one, but he was defeated by the remaining states and to control Akashi, he is arranged to marry far below his station to Furihata, son of a destroyed noble house which is under the rule of Kagami's state. So it's about Akashi climbing back to power with Furihata initially thinking Akashi is pure evil but he soon realizes that maybe Akashi and his family aren't as evil as the people believe.

I ended up doing so much research, world-building and character expansion. It's more political intrigue than romance, lol. I still love that fic to death, I think I honestly peaked there for world-building, at least. I wrote it immediately after reading and watching Mo Dao Zu Shi and being first introduced to the concept of cultivation as a magic system and really wanted to put all my faves in flowy robes and long hair.

I want to get back to it, but I've discontinued it because I am simply not qualified to right about Dissociative Identity Disorder, systems and alters. Akashi has a terribly stereotypical portrayal of it in canon and I thought maybe I could research enough to write that, but I just, I don't know any systems and I felt like if I can't respect it, I didn't want to do it.

But it's still my favorite in terms of the world and aesthetics I had going on for it.

2. Tell Me Your Story (I'll Tell You Mine)

My current baby. The one I incessantly post about and draw for. Single-handedly over saturating the kyoshi warrior sokka x blue spirit zuko market. It's set in the canon world but I had to do so much research for this one too. I learned a lot, I think, while writing this. Big lesson being never ever write in present tense but if you're 200K+ words into it there is simply no going back RIP.

It started as just a silly romance because I thought it'd be funny to have Sokka and Zuko be completely oblivious to who they like. But as I began plotting and writing, it transformed into me projecting all my issues with colonialism and using the ATLA setting as base to dip a little bit deeper into the themes the show itself brings up, and some issues that it doesn't. Like, how colonialism uses your own culture against you, how it makes you fear who you are, makes you do things you don't want.

I deliberately chose that title because lots of indigenous communities in the world have lost their stories because of colonialism. Oral traditions and tales that are forgotten because people were killed and forced to never repeat them, forced to forget their languages. And that, really got to me. How colonialism slowly strips you of what makes human beings what they are; stories, art, music, dance, etc.

So this fic ended up being about how colonialism steals from you, uses what is yours AGAINST you and how it is important to embrace who you are and fight back.

3. Tell The Neighbours I'm Not Sorry

It's for Jon and Jay from DC Comics and Superfam. I wrote it when I was seeing a lot of biphobia against Jon and racism against Jay. As a bi asian, even if it was towards fictional characters, it was getting to me. People kept talking about how there's a specific way to be bi. Why did Jon never have a crisis about being queer? Why did Jon and Jay move so fast? Is Jay manipulating Jon just to get what he wants? It was all filled with a lot of stereotypes and biases.

Superman comics especially often taken up real world issues and puts it into the story. So I took all my anger and frustration from the biphobia and racism and wrote it into a fic.

It's about how there's no one way to being queer, and about how immigrants and non-white people are immediately classified as some kind of 'other' and 'bad' with zero grounding. It's also a little bit about colonialism on Jay's end. It's so charged with me going "FUCK IT!" and still somehow came out okay as a fic and I think I like that I managed to turn my anger into something productive.

Bonus

4. An Itajun fic I have not published and am still writing

It's my first JJK fic! It's an absolute mess in my drafts right now but I really like it, it's very fun for me. Junpei starts seeing and sensing curses far earlier because of built resentment from his bullies going too far and severely injuring him, his mom finds out and they move to Yuuji's area of Tokyo to get away from the school since they won't do anything about the bullying. Yuuji and Junpei run into each other and meet early at school. So the dynamics are kinda reversed, where Junpei is the one who is into the world of curses first while Yuuji has no clue, but they slowly interact and come together, forming a tight bond.

Junpei trusts no one and is dealing with all this curse nonsense trying to understand what it means. Yuuji is seemingly happy and chipper but he's going through tough times because his grandpa got hospitalized. It's both of them supporting each other and making sure the other isn't alone.

#riki asks #zukka #akafuri #itajun #jonjay

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ackermansimper · 1 year

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Hii! Can you do headcanons for a super confident and mature squad leader turning into absolute mush around Levi? Like she has the most obvious crush on Levi and is horrible at hiding it?

UMM YES? The concept is actually really cute!

Levi's reaction to a mature squad leader having the most obvious crush on him

-A bit of writing because I wanna 😭-

When Levi and Y/n first interacted it would be considered normal. Just two higher ups discussing the plans for the upcoming expedition. That was weird right?

Well not in the eyes of everyone else but it was Y/n's first time actually talking to him and they quickly found herself invested in the conversation and staring deeply in his eyes, completely forgetting everything else

Levi talking and explaining some points on the formation was everything in Y/n's eyes.

He'd began becoming confused why he was the one mostly talking and why he wasn't getting any responses from her

And that was the day he realized Y/n didn't seem to be the 'oh so amazing' confident, mature, and strong leader everyone described her as

Levi wouldn't be totally oblivious to the fact you had a crush on him. He hadn't had any experience in the love department but he wasn't dumb. It was plain obvious you had feelings growing for him and no one could miss it

At times Levi would straight up just be confused as to why you felt the way you did which made him awkward around you

He'd probably fluster himself just thinking about it

Usually Levi wouldn't be open to relationships but he didn't hate you and he probably would've considered dating you at least once or twice before tucking it deep in his mind to never be thought again

You'd probably stutter a lot when talking to him causing him to be confused and try making sense of your sentences

However, soon Levi would just ignore any gibberish sentences that would come from you anytime you tried talking to him. He simply wouldn't know what to say so he'd ignore you

Levi would probably end up accidentally making himself have a bit of feelings for you just for the fact of him knowing you liked him

He wasn't used to this type of attention or feelings directed towards him so he'd probably be a bit flattered to have someone thinking of him like that

Levi would be a bit softer with you thinking that he could probably hurt your feelings easily with his harsh words because of your feelings for him

He'd probably think of different ways to reject you though. I think he'd think of it because he knows relationships shouldn't be something he invests his time into and he'd think of it as him just preparing himself if you ever thought to confess

If he started to get feelings for you himself though and noticed it everytime he saw you or thought of you, he'd push you away and ignore you a lot. It'd take so much time for Levi to actually decide to let himself be with you

If Levi by chance actually wanted to try a relationship with you, he'd try giving you as much hints as possible

He knows because of your mush attitude around him that you might not easily confess but he'd try giving you reasons to

Like he'd touch you a lot. Mainly head pats and crap but it'd all be considered a lot for Levi

He himself is pretty flustered around his crushes and he had to learn that after realizing how big his feelings for you really were. The deeper he let himself go on the spectrum of acknowledging you, the deeper his feelings went

Would literally start getting all flustered around you which would make for such awkward but cute conversations between the both of you

You both would literally be mush around each other and just about everyone could see it

Everybody would be surprised when you started goin all flustered around Levi but then he started doing it for you and they all thought they were living in some fake reality dream.

No way you two super mature adults were acting like two elementary kids with obvious crushes. No way. But yes way. You both obviously liked each other

Neither of you seemed to want to confess so someone would have to push you both towards it

Probably one of your squad members or Hange. Buuuut aterwards you both would be all over each other

Honeymoon phase of the relationship would hit so hard for the two of you because you both finally got to hold each other in one another's arms after embarrassing yourselves in front of each other on multiple occasions

♥ Thanks for reading ♥

Hope you enjoyed! Requests are opened and although I won't do everything immediately, I'll get to them soon <33

#levi ackerman #levi x reader #levi x y/n

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greenerteacups · 1 year

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how do u manage the big big project of writing lionheart 😭 can u give tips on how u manage your life in general HAHAHA. i feel that u’re such an organized put together person 💖💖

aw, thanks! This is so sweet. The answer is that I've developed a specific method for writing long projects after a LOT of trial and error (and many, many abandoned stories, alas).

Start with idea. Concept. Thing you want to do. For fics: elevator pitch. Who is doing what to whom, and where? (The "why" can come later, but generally, if the "who" is strong enough, the "why" is answered on its own.) This should be like, a sentence, ideally.

Brainstorm. Write down every idea you have for the thing, throw it all together in a document, and just get it on paper. You will forget everything you do not put in this document. Listen to me: you will forget everything that you do not put in this document. You will think that you will not forget. "I am good at remembering things," you will say. You (I) are (am) not. Assume that you are writing the sort of list that you could use to reconstruct your idea if someone Obliviated you tomorrow and left you with zero recollection of any of it.

Close document, wait 2-3 days. Read a book, maybe. See if you can distract yourself from the project. If it works, abandon project. (You were going to do this anyway.) If it doesn't: congrats! You've got a demon to exorcise.

Now crack that bad boy open again. Organize all of your ideas. Put your set pieces and plot beats in chronological order. Space them out visually, try to get a feel for where your story's inflection points are. Once some kind of linear chronology emerges: congrats! That's your outline.

Keep going through, and start filling in the connections between the scenes that you pictured. These can have as much or as little detail as you need, but you should work through until your story arc/thing is finished. Write it like you're doing a treatment for a screenplay.

At this point, you should be reaching the point where you can throw in stuff like chapter breaks, scene cuts, maybe even little mini-scenes where you know you want the dialogue to go a certain way. I think of these conceptually as "macro-punctuation." What you're doing here is basically sorting out the pacing of your fic. How long are your chapters? How fast do they move? Does each one feel like a distinct narrative moment? Has each one earned its own place? If there's a place where you know you want a chapter break, but you aren't exactly sure, you can always just write down "2-chapter arc" or something to that effect, to make sure that Future You sees what the vision is. You'll want these notes later. Remember, you are 100% definitely certainly going to forget everything you do not write down.

The outline is finished when you can identify the number N, whereas N is the number of chapters that will constitute a "finished" fic. (This number will change, probably. That's fine. But knowing that you have approximately N chapters to go is vital for writing longfic. The alternative is like starting a marathon without knowing how many miles you have to run.) Save outline; open a new document. Copy/paste the outline of your first chapter. Start writing. Delete each note from your outline as you write it.

Reach end of chapter. Feel sense of accomplishment as you delete last bit of outline. Enjoy monkey-brain reward chemicals. Throw in a chapter break, grab a coffee, and then start the new one. Keep adding to the outline as you have new ideas; maybe make a playlist or something. Do a vision board, use Pinterest, I dunno. Don't beat yourself up for not writing. Don't let yourself go too long without doing it, either. Always stop when you feel like it, and don't make this a chore. Dread is the fun-killer. If you start to treat this like a job, you're done for, and this thing is never getting done.

As for the general life tips, I have a lot less practice, so my advice is un-inspiringly normal, I'm afraid. Make your bed in the morning; find a regular time to work. Routines are your friend. So are habits. Drink water, do stretches, and unclench your jaw. Using the Reminders or Calendar app means you can worry less about forgetting things. Answer emails as soon as you read them, because once you've said "later," Later You can also say it. Be kind to yourself; nobody's got a gun to your head. You're just doing your best. It's enough.

And write everything down.

#greenteacup asks

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creation-help · 1 year

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Hello! How are you doing? Hope you’re doing well! I’m not entirely sure if you have gotten the same ask before but: I need help on writing character development. I’m not sure where to start and how to start. It’s something that’s been bugging me for a bit as I write lol.

Thank you so much! =]

What a wonderfully polite ask! Haven't had this asked from me yet so it'll be interesting. I had to think for a bit but this is how I'd go about doing it :]

Firstly: Figure out your character. What kinda character is it, and what's their personality? What part do they play in the story? To make a vague example, if your character is extremely self confident and oblivious to their flaws, to the point that it actively sabotages their life, an interesting character development would be to shake up, or shatter that image. See how it would impact the character. What would make this happen? What would need to happen for them to start questioning their capability in themself? And what kind of experience would get them to realize that, no, they're not as infallible as they think? Again, each character to their own but I used that example for the possible thought processes you could go through. The point is to just figure, and map out, where this character would be interesting to take, and what are your options, realistically. For this part it's important to consider the themes of your story, aka, ideas and concepts that show up often in the story, and/or something you want to tell with your story. Like, what's your story about but not literally. This can greatly help in deciding, for example, whether you should develop a villain for redemption, or towards defeat.

Remember, character development doesn't always need to be about said character becoming a better person! Character development just means that the character undergoes a gradual change through the events of the story, and by the end, you can compare the two versions and see how they're the same person who's just been changed by their experiences. Personally I think it's really important to keep the core soul of your character the same, so it's not them basically just transforming into another person. It's about the interest of putting a character in a situation, that would be so major that it makes them reconsider things or have feelings about something so much that they change. And most importantly, how this particular character would react to the situation in their own way! Whether they themself caused the situation that incites this change, or if it's caused by another character, is also something to consider! If the character themself causes their own character developing incidents, it'll be good to get some self reflection from said character. If it's caused by another character, this can help in exploring their opinion perhaps changing about this other character. Or being questioned.

Another big tip I'd have is to remember the pace and subtlety. Obviously there can be one major event that causes a character to undergo change, but it can also be multiple different occurrences that each have an impact on the character over time. Try not to make the change too sudden (unless your point is to show how dramatically this Thing changed your character. Still, I recommend approaching it with a certain layer of finesse). Obviously pacing is important in any aspect of a story, so remember to space out the character development appropriately to what you want to show. Give them some time. Change can take time, and that's okay.

To recap so far: You need to know your character well, so you can know 1. Where you want to take them, and 2. What would cause them to start developing into one direction or the other. Got it? Good! Now..

How??? - Obviously this varies depending on alot, but. Start with having a certain amount of time establishing who your character already is, before their development. If you want to portray them growing (or corrupting) over the course of the story, it's important to know where we started. Helps to really feel the change and difference ykno? Once you feel that your character has been established, and the real adventure starts to pick up (whatever that may mean for your story/character), you can start to chip away at them. Here's some generic examples of how your character might start changing:

They see/experience something that contradicts with something they never thought to question, or they are angered by something so much that it inspires them to do something, or they are traumatized and shocked by something, or they set out to do something but it doesn't go quite as expected, or they meet someone new who really gives them something to think about, or they learn something new about an already familiar person that gives them something to think about, or they find some interesting place or item, or they have relationship conflicts, or something strange happens that starts changing them (physically) so their self perception is challenged. And so on.

Once you've started with what first shakes the foundations of your character, give it a bit of time to simmer. It can be a long time if your character is stubborn and slow to change, or it can be short if the opposite is true. Explore the possible thoughts and feelings, and conflicts this change may cause in your character. You might have intense denial, or confusion. You might have missteps where the character thinks "What am I even doing?". You can have relapses, a sort of "No no, this is how things have always been, it doesn't change anything!" thingy. You can have revelations and realizations. Learning. Trying and failing. Lots of thoughtfulness. Doubt. Baby steps or attempts at doing something differently. Rewarding experiences for doing something differently. Punishing experiences for doing something differently.

Remember to keep feeding new experiences to your character at a consistent pace to help fuel their development. This may be because the character itself now seeks more of whatever might be causing their development, or because they're just thrown into it. For example if a character is spiraling into a corruption where they just get progressively worse, you need to have events that justify this for the character. If you think a certain experience would have the character react in a way that doesn't make sense for the development you're going for, change the approach. I know it can be hard to figure out more specifically for your particular character but I hope any of this helps to start thinking about it.

It's kinda like mixing paint. You start with one color and think what color you need to add, to make it a different colour. It heavily depends on what color you start out with, and you need to know what color you want to end up with. Then just, add accordingly.

Remember to use other characters for help! They can assist in reflection, talking about things, having their change affirmed or denied and how that impacts the characters, and so on. Other characters, props, places, supernatural aspects occurrences, conflicts, relationships..

Additionally, on the How? part. If you want the development to be gradual and nuanced, take your time with it and little by little, show your character taking different actions, or thinking something new, or whatever else to signify their change. Little by little. Maybe for now, they'll try something new but the next time they feel safer leaning on their old self. Perhaps they try too many new things at once, get overwhelmed (or worse) and retreat to reconsider. Maybe this changes what kind of character they end up developing into, if they had different ideas about that. Any number of ways can do, just remember to have something to show for how your character might be changing. Use it to make the story more interesting!

If it's a sudden, dramatic change, still, remember finesse. Mostly I mean try not to get corny or cliche with it, even sudden changes have their own connotations and consequences. For example, show how your character feels about this sudden thing, and just as if not more importantly, how other characters feel about it. How does this change their perception? Does it cause relationship conflict? Dive into it. How does it psychologically affect your character to change so suddenly like this? Does it cause missteps, doubt, or maybe inspire newfound confidence and strength? Remember to have them also think about their previous state of being, if the development is sudden. Have them reflect why and how they ended up here. Compare. You can use the suddenness of the change for some shock, or angst, or to really drive a point home about something. You can use it for positive things too, depending on what the development is and what environment fostered it. Just remember to show how this change happened, what it causes, and how the character could compare now.

Final recap: 1. Who are you developing into what? 2. What causes this development? 3. Show how the development happens 4. Show effects of development

I also hope you're doing well! You're welcome :]

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beechersnope · 10 months

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For kink writing meme: boot licking. Any fandom

went crazy, went stupid with this. and surprise! i picked true detective. hopefully all of this is satisfactory as i have never written either this pairing or this kink & i wrote about half of this on the side of the road on my phone.

warnings for period-typical transphobia/misgendering, dubious consent, undernegotiated kink, and general unsanitary-ness.

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The alley smells like piss. Marty doesn’t even know what they’re doing here, why they need to have some big discussion about what happened back in the club. It’s not important. It doesn’t matter. They should both just forget it. Marty was drunk anyways.

"I always thought you was a—" Marty stops, swallows hard, unsure of the current politically correct terminology. Not even really confident that Rust would find that acceptable, even if Marty did know.

"Spit it out, Marty." Rust’s gaze is blank, impassive, like it always is.

"Like, a lesbian, or something."

Marty doesn’t pretend to know anything Rust hadn’t told him firsthand, but the guys at the precinct talked. Even Rust knew they talked. It was something they both chose to ignore, and Marty tries to be accommodating, he does, even when Rust monologues about gender as a transcendent facet of the eternal universe or whatever the fuck— He even tries to be delicate about how he speaks about Rust with the others when Rust isn’t in the room, talking in circles so he doesn’t have to use anything but ‘Cohle’. It makes Marty sick somehow to hear the other guys referring to Rust as a woman, even if the reality of Rust is wholly at odds with the concept of the soft, pretty wives they go home to at the end of the night. But he’s obviously not a man, either, so.

"Or something,” Rust replies, oblivious to the acidic thoughts putting holes in Marty’s alcohol-soaked brain. “Are you a lesbian, Marty?" For some reason, the question doesn't feel like a joke.

"No." Marty can't help but feel as though his answer is being taken for some kind of binding contract, the terms to which he has not been made privy.

"Get on your knees."

Marty kneels. He's surprised how much it hurts, the gravel in the alley behind the strip club digging into his knees through the fabric of his slacks.

“You spilled your beer on my boots,” Rust says in an oddly calm tone. His expression still hasn’t changed, the strange taut planes of his face relaxed in way that has Marty feeling even more ill at ease. “I think you should clean them up.”

Marty stares down at Rust’s beer-splattered combat boots. He’d gotten dressed up before they met at the club, the nearly flat planes of his chest all-too visible under the ribbed tank-top and leather jacket. That had been what set Marty off in the first place. He hadn’t even noticed the boots. Now he can’t take his eyes off them.

When Marty lifts his hands to his collar to undo his tie, Rust tuts. “No, Marty,” he scolds. “Use your mouth.”

Marty hesitates this time. They’re outside between the dumpsters. It’s not exactly private. If someone walks out of the club and sees them like this—with Marty licking Rust’s boots—he doesn’t think they’re going to stop to ask questions.

Then he thinks, what the hell. They both have firearms.

Marty presses his palms into the gravel, savoring the bite of it against bare skin, and leans down to press his mouth against Rust’s boot.

Marty doesn’t just taste leather and stale beer as he licks over each boot in turn. His tongue feels hypersensitive, the feeling shooting straight to his dick as he drags it over the texture of the laces going up past Rust’s ankle, the cold metal rivets, the thick bands of tight stitching holding everything in place.

When Rust finally opens his mouth to utter another order, Marty feels dazed in a way that can’t be explained by the alcohol. He doesn’t know how long he was hunched over on his knees like a dog, licking beer and god-only-knows what else from Rust’s grimy combat boots.

"Now lean back,” Rust says, taking a step backwards, away from Marty. “Against the wall."

Again, Marty obeys. Without question. Marty isn't sure what to expect when Rust reaches down to unbuckle his own belt before unzipping his jeans as well, but he's pretty sure there's not going to be a cock in his face in the next five seconds. Marginally sure, anyway. Who fucking knows, with Rust.

When Rust places the thick rubber sole of his boot in the cradle of Marty's thighs without moving his hands from his belt, Marty lets out a pathetic little cry that is quickly drowned out by the gritty rock emanating from within the club. He can feel the bass through the wall, pulsing through him. It feels like it's inside him on an atomic level. That's some shit Rust would say, he immediately thinks to himself. Maybe Rust is rubbing off on him in more ways than one.

The pressure of Rust's spit-shiny boot increases steadily, pressing along the length of Marty's cock where it's straining against his slacks. The feeling produces a dull ache in his balls, even though Rust hasn't applied any force there. Yet.

"Do you think you could come like this?" Rust asks.

Marty shakes his head. He doesn't like pain. He doesn't like--whatever Rust is. Doesn't matter if he's hiding a cunt between his legs, he tells himself, like a reminder, a plea. Marty doesn't want this. Doesn't want him.

Rust presses the boot down a little harder, grinding the toe just beneath the head of Marty's cock. "Try," he says.

Marty watches open-mouthed and panting as Rust spreads his own legs a little wider, shoves a hand down the front of his jeans, and closes his eyes.

Rust comes first, the grunt that pours out of his throat surprisingly deep, a perfect foil for the reedy whimpers that stream from Marty’s lips as Rust continues to frot his boot against Marty’s cock. Then Marty comes, too, unexpectedly, warmth spilling out onto the inside of his briefs, soaking through them so quickly that for a brief moment he wonders if something’s wrong, if Rust broke his dick somehow. Then he doesn’t think much of anything, Rust’s hand tangled in what hair he has left, pulling his face in close to the apex of Rust’s thighs until Marty loses himself entirely in the acrid, salty-sweet smell of Rust’s cunt.

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bi-disaster-yn · 2 years

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The Dustin Henderson Defence League

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!fem!Reader; brother!Dustin Henderson x sister!Reader

Summary: Reader joins forces with her ex, Steve to put a stop to her brother, Dustin being bullied. If they work so well together as a team - then why did they break up?

Warnings: Steve getting punched (shouldn’t really be a warning if you’ve watched the show).

A/N: Thank you so much for the 500 followers! That’s insane and I never expected this. Thought I’d spice things up and add Stranger Things fics to my Masterlist. This fic (and all future Steve fics) is dedicated to my best friend who adores Steve. She always lets me rant and rave about my favourite fictional characters and is the only person I trust in real life to know I write fics! This one is for you, chika. You know who you are!

Fuelled by incandescent anger, you barged into the mall and stormed your way to Scoops Ahoy. You were a soldier marching into battle as the adrenaline surged through your veins. Armed with evidence in the form of a note that was crumpled and digging into the palm of your hand, you were ready to make your case.

Once you reached your destination, you gave Robin a slight nod as you charged towards the staffroom door. Robin smirked and didn’t stand in your way; secretly hoping that you were here to berate Steve for something and spice up her boring Wednesday afternoon. However, you weren’t here for Steve. You had come for Dustin.

Dustin sat playing with his hands in the backroom of Scoops on the table, his legs swinging off the edge of it as he nervously detailed his account of events to Steve. When you barged in through the door, it drew both of their attention to your furiously trembling form.

“Oh shit.” Dustin muttered, suddenly regretting his course of action in confiding in Steve.

“Dustin Henderson! We promised we would tell each other everything! Now I have to find out you’re being bullied by a note?” You basically shrieked and slammed the note down on the table next to him that had inscribed on it all sorts of threats from his bullies.

“And to make things worse,” you continued, oblivious to how Dustin had looked at you in wide eyed terror. “You came to Steve fucking Harrington before me!” You gestured to Steve – your first acknowledgement of your ex-boyfriend since you’d arrived – who stood awkwardly, folding his arms over his Scoops uniform as though he was embarrassed that you’d seen him in it.

“Hey, look, Y/N, I get you’re upset but-“ Steve started but you cut him off.

“Shut it, Harrington!” You snapped and directed your attention to Dustin. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?”

“First of all, don’t speak to Steve like that. Second of all, how did you even get that note?” Dustin challenged, sitting up straighter and feigning confidence with all his might.

“I was helping mom out by doing the laundry and found it in the pocket of your jeans!” You responded quickly and gave Steve an apology in the form of a pursed lip nod, accepting that you had been too sharp with him. Your rapid response dragged Dustin’s confidence from him and his shoulders slumped again, feeling ashamed that you had found out about the terror that awaited him at school every day.

Steve picked up on Dustin’s hesitation and decided that whether you liked it or not, he had to step in.

“You’re right, Y/N, he is being bullied. If it makes you feel any better, he tried to make it out like it wasn’t a big deal to me either when clearly it is,” he took the opportunity to look at the note and then gave Dustin a stern side eye. “I think he just didn’t want to worry you since you’re going off to college soon.”

The comment did not in fact, make you feel any better. It made you feel worse. It was already preying on your mind that in a mere month’s time you’d be on your way to college, leaving your mom and Dusty behind. The concept terrified you already but knowing that Dustin was beginning to substitute you with Steve as a way to mentally prepare for your departure was heart-breaking.

You had to take action.

“Dustin, who did this?” You asked. “And don’t you dare lie to me.”

“The same kids as before.” Dustin sighed, realising it was futile to continue hiding things from you at this point.

“Right. I’m gonna finish this once and for all.” You stated plainly and made your way out of the staffroom, outfitted with a new purpose. You were going to prove to Dustin that it should be you that he came to with anything that bothered him. Not your ex.

You knew the kids he was talking about; they were the same ones that hung around outside the arcade and terrorised Dustin and his friends when all they wanted to do was play video games. They were a couple of years older and were all brawn, no brain. Dustin, Lucas, Will and Mike never stood a chance against them.

The thoughts in your brain ran wild as the list of possibilities of how you could handle this circulated round in it. Just the thought of laying eyes on one of those little shits was making your blood boil and your feet drove further and further into the ground as you charged towards the arcade.

It wasn’t long before you were interrupted by a hand grabbing your arm and stopping you in your tracks. In amongst your internalised rage, you hadn’t even registered that Steve had followed after you. He had pulled your wrist and spun you round so that you had come face to face with him.

Annoyingly, his eyes staring back at yours still made you feel vulnerable and somewhat soft. If you didn’t have a mission to attend to then you might have caught yourself staring into them for longer.

“Leave me alone, Steve.” You murmured through gritted teeth and pulled your arm back.

“I want to help! I don’t want you to do this alone.” He offered with a half-smile.

“You’ve done enough.” You retaliated with a huff. There was no way you were going to let Steve swoop in like a white knight and earn all of Dustin’s admiration and respect for what was supposed to be your job. He was your brother and Steve had to accept that.

Steve sighed and put his hands on his hips dejectedly, looking down at the ground as an awkward silence created a discernible tension between you. Whilst it was painful, neither of you felt the need to pull away but instead remained shackled in your respective positions.

“I know you may not like it, but Dustin is my friend and I wanna look out for him. I don’t want to give that up just because we’re not together anymore.” Steve eventually confessed, having taken off his Scoops hat and playing with it in his hands. He was still unable to look up at you. Perhaps if he did face you, he wouldn’t have been able to voice how he was feeling. However, you weren’t feeling quite so sympathetic yet.

“Yes, Steve but he’s my brother! And he thinks the sun shines out of your ass! Do you know how hard it is when I do everything for him and Mom and all he can talk about is you?!” You spat back at Steve, folding your arms and sighing deeply. A lump formed in your throat and frustrated tears sprung to your eyelids. It was downright infuriating to say the least. In the absence of your father, you had basically helped your mom raise Dusty and had always considered you and him to have a close relationship.

That was until Steve Harrington sauntered in with enthusiastic but empty promises of love before leaving you and taking Dustin with him. It stung not being enough for Steve but to be second best for Dustin, that was a killer.

“Hey, I know it’s tough on you guys without your dad, trust me,” Steve gave you a knowing look as he recalled the number of nights you had spent lamenting to him about your horrific excuse of a father. “But you can’t deal with this shit on your own. It’s too much for one person to have to handle all by themselves. Dustin knows that, that’s why he doesn’t want to worry you or upset you. The kid thinks you’re incredible… you are incredible.”

Admittedly, Steve’s words had what was probably their desired effect. It made you pause and digest what he was saying. You physically cringed but you had to agree with him that you couldn’t do this all on your own. You couldn’t gatekeep Dusty either. He had been deprived of a father and whilst you wished he’d picked someone else to be a male figure for him to look up to; Steve was just going to have to do.

“Alright. I guess you can help.” You said softly, without needing to say anymore as Steve accepted your offering of a truce. He might have preferred to hear you’re right, Steve but you weren’t about to give him the satisfaction. Not today anyway.

“Okay, great.” Steve smiled warmly at you. “So, what’s the plan?”

At that moment you realised you had not actually formulated a plan. You had just been charging towards the kids like a raging bull with no strategy in sight.

“I didn’t actually have one?” You bit your lip and involuntarily let out a giggle at your own rashness. A wide smile stretched across Steve’s face as he chuckled with you.

“Okay, I love the enthusiasm, but we cannot just go in guns blazing on a group of kids. We need to be smart about this.” Steve smirked as he churned over his own ideas before eventually looking up at you with such extreme animation that one would expect to see a lightbulb hovering above his head. “Why don’t you punch me in front of them? A little preview of what could happen if they come near Dustin again? Which they won’t because this is gonna work!”

You furrowed your eyebrows at him in disbelief. It would be a lie to say you weren’t at least a little tempted to punch your ex but the very fact he suggested it still came as a surprise. Afterall, didn’t he need that face to win over the girls that came into Scoops for their daily ice cream fix?

“You want me to punch you?” You asked with uncertainty.

“Well, I mean, don’t like knock me out or anything. Just punch me hard enough to scare them.” Steve explained eagerly. As much as you hated agreeing to his idea, you didn’t have a back-up plan to offer.

“Fine.” You sighed. “I’ll try not to hit you too hard.”

“That’s the spirit.” Steve grinned. “Lead the way, Henderson.”

United over a common purpose, you made your way to the arcade together. It was like the old days when you would make the kind of grand entrance into school together that commanded respect and demonstrated authority. Harrington & Henderson: untouchable. Except now when you looked down, your hands weren’t linked nor were your fingers intertwined. All that remained was distance.

Instinctively, you almost reached out to hold his hand but stopped yourself. The earlier vulnerability returned and you decided to fold your arms so that you wouldn’t be tempted to try and reach for him again.

Steve did the same by putting his hands in the pockets of the sailor shorts.

The kids hung around at their usual spot outside the arcade. They fixated on the door menacingly, hoping to trip up any younger kids before going in so that they might steal their arcade money. Little shits.

“Hey!” You yelled as you approached them, gathering their attention. “Do you know a Dustin Henderson?”

“Yeah,” the one who you had concluded was the leader retorted. “What’s it to you and sailor boy?”

Steve’s cheeks turned pink as he smoothed down the top of his uniform with the palms of his hands, suddenly being made to feel self-conscious by a 15 year old. He looked down in embarrassment which was only going to be made worse as you balled your fist and swung a punch at his face.

The punch was much harder than you intended and Steve’s face swung dramatically to the side as he shrieked out a profanity. He held his tender cheek delicately and looked up at you in a horrified but impressed way. You flexed your fist out after its assault and turned back to the group of youths who now stood with their jaws at their feet.

“You go near him, or any of his friends again, and you’ll get the same treatment. Got that?!” You shouted and they all nodded dumbly back at you. “Good. And move away from here. You look like a bunch of creeps sitting outside the arcade!”

They all scurried away from you like pigeons flying from a hungry cat. You couldn’t help but stand a little bit taller with pride as you watched them run away.

“Owww.” Steve wailed behind you, interrupting the internal pat on the back you were giving yourself. “That really hurt!”

“Sorry!” You giggled and turned round to him, thoughtlessly cupping his face in your hands to assess the damage you had done. “You did tell me to punch you.”

“That was before I realised what a mean right hook you had.” He responded with a chuckle before you both locked eyes and realised the intimacy of the way you were holding his face.

You stared at each other in silence. There was so much to say but at the same time, nothing to say at all. You had gotten so used to not touching Steve that the feeling of his cheeks in your palms made your breath hitch uncomfortably.

At the same time, you jumped away from each other awkwardly. There must have been something particularly interesting on the ground as you both dipped your heads to stare at it; careful not to cross the line with eye contact again.

“That was a nice thing you did for Dusty today.” You mumbled as a way to combat the silence, giving credit where it was undoubtedly due.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t just do it for him.” Steve confessed, kicking his heels off the ground.

“Steve, don’t.” You warned, already not liking where this was going. He had looked up at you with forlorn eyes and a helpless expression. This was dangerous territory you were both now entering, especially when you had already promised yourself that you wouldn’t risk getting your feelings hurt again.

“What happened to us?” He asked simply and you were ready to punch him again.

“You dumped me! You said you didn’t feel the same way anymore!”

“Yeah, well I was an asshole.”

“I’ll say.” You scoffed and folded your arms again as though this could barricade you away from Steve. As if this could stop him from getting close and taking a hold of your feelings.

Steve took a few steps forward and put his hands on your arms to hold you in place. When you refused to look up at him, he put his thumb to your chin to tilt your head up to look at him. You swallowed thickly, being forced to stare into his eyes again.

“Yeah, I was an asshole but I’ve grown up a bit. And we make a good team, don’t we? Too good a team to be apart.” Steve pleaded, staring into your eyes for some sort of hint that you were able to meet him halfway. It was a sweet torture having him this close to you again without him being yours.

Maybe it was the way he looked at you. Or maybe it was the way he had allowed you to humiliate him in front of a bunch of kids so that you could defend your brother. Perhaps, it was the way that he looked after Dustin like he was his own brother. It could even have been the way that he’d still tried to make his hair look cool even while wearing that ridiculous Scoops uniform.

Either way, you had lost all resolve at this point and you grabbed his face in your hands to kiss him. Steve’s eyes widened at first then slowly shut as he melted into the kiss, his hands finding their way to your hips and pulling you closer. Your own hands trailed through his signature hair where they belonged.

Pulling back from the kiss, you had to stifle a laugh at the shiner you had left on Steve’s face starting to form. Steve noticed the corners of your mouth stretching into a wide smile and immediately clasped his hands to his face again, fighting the blush that was rising to his cheeks.

“I told you that you had a mean right hook!” He laughed, still feeling a little embarrassed.

“Come on, Harrington,” You held your hand out for him. “Let’s get some ice on that and you can tell Dustin all about how brave and cool you were.”

“Emphasising the brave and cool part.” He agreed, taking your hand. “I missed you.”

“Yeah,” You admitted. “I missed you too.”

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ruthlesslistener · 10 months

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not to come into your house after asking an incredibly basic question, but your response is very interesting to me? Interesting feels like the wrong word but it's also v late for me. Most thoughts I hear about the gerudo are either just in it for the Ganondorf lore and thus gloss over other things about them, or only have positive things to say in a way that feels kinda oblivious? Or on rare occasions, people thoroughly tearing them apart. So, seeing your response aknowledge the things people usually tear into nintendo for but still come away liking them pretty wholesale was interesting in a good way! Like a breath of fresh air that hadn't occurred to me. anyway, thanks for sharing your thoughts, if you can't tell already they kinda tipped the way I think about the gerudo pretty topsy-turvy in a way I'll examine later when it's not midnight. sorry if this is overstepping or smthn after starting with a two sentence ask. I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on them when both of us have more brain power.

Glad that it got you thinking about things! I don't think you're overstepping, but I do want to point out that I really don't have much experience with the nuances of the Zelda franchise, so I might not have very insightful commentary on it. I've never played the games myself, I only watched BOTW, Twilight Princess, and Wind Waker playthroughs/speedruns and am partially through smallant's TOTK 100% vods.

The way I think about it, though (and this applies to anything except Harry Potter), is that you can acknowledge the flaws in a piece of media while also enjoying aspects of it that are not flawed, because nuance is a thing and what matters most is not internalizing the bigoted shit you might see and allowing it to influence how you treat/write others. Additionally, it can help you learn about the pitfalls that other writers might fall into, and whether or not it was intentional or not, because different sterotypes/problematic troupes will crop up in different ways in different cultures, and intention makes all the difference between deliberate propaganda and yet another cultural oversight that needs to be addressed, but can be corrected later on. Stories are written by human beings and human beings are inherently flawed entities, so dismissing any and all enjoyment you might find in a story simply because it has problems just isn't reasonable (though blindly defending it isn't great, either).

(The reason why HP is an exception is, of course, because the author directly benefits from its publicity and uses that benefit to actively harm minority groups, so there really is no ethical way of engaging with that shit)

The Gerudo are very much a flawed concept drawing off of the fallacies of Middle Eastern stereotypes, and there's much to be said about the imperialist undertones that run through TOTK with the kingdom of Hylia and its expansion to other territories (though this might not be intentional- Japan is notorious for being pro-imperialist and glossing over all the horrors of imperialism or their past crimes with it. Then again, America is just as bad, if not worse, so I'm hardly on a moral high horse here). There certainly is a lot more to be said about the racism inherent to making the Big Bad Evil of the series a brown man, and then trying to mask that by turning his skintone green, or black, or just generally trying to dehumanize him. Not to mention the fact that a man is born to the Gerudo once every hundred years, and that he automatically becomes their king for whatever reason (with Ganon, I can see it's because he's power-hungry, but still). But you can also enjoy the flashy decor of the Gerudo, the buff warrior woman society with their codes of honour, and the badassery of their chieftans that can call down lightning, because at the same time, the Gerudo are so fantastical that they end up being just that...fantastical.

So while I'm sure there's a lot of nuance that I'm missing given that I'm more of an observer of new games in the Zelda series than anything else, imo I think its fine to enjoy them while still being aware of the racist elements to their story, because while the racism isn't great they're also so different from like, actual irl human beings that it's not too bad. It's more that they were spawned from racist stereotypes that is the direct issue, if that makes any sense

#anon #reply #again! i only really know botw canon so i am missing a whole lotta context #but yeah i think you can enjoy something while also knowing that its got shitty elements to it

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Ohmygod I thought of a Spamton x Reader idea-

What if the reader is an Addison but they're the only Addison who's the closest to Spamton (like they're best friends (hehe not for long~) and the other Addisons are friends with him but not as close) and they've been there for Spamton before, during, and after his Big Shot Era and they aren't planning on leaving or abandoning him (since they secretly have a crush on Spamton) and the reader is the only person Spamton trusts completely (and he also feels the same for them but the two of them both have no idea)

(I have no idea if this has been done before or not-)

almost fogor about this Oops

ive been thinking about this!!! most spamton x readers ive seen tend to be Current spamton (the one we see in game) or big shot era, and unless im not looking hard enough i just never see addispam fics??

a long fic that goes through each stage of his life would be pretty cool!! itd be interesting to see how both reader and spamton grow and change throughout each era! how their relationship changes with the highs and lows of his rise and fall!!

i wonder if reader would be famous with him in big shot era or if theyd be doing their own thing but keep in close contact? itd be Very interesting if they also had a fall from grace and ended up in the same situation as him

i personally imagine itd be a slowburn friends to lovers full of mutual pining and romantic tension.. friendly touches that linger a bit too long, undertones of something more that they brush off.. always saying "i love you" to each other but like in a Totally Platonic Definitely Just Friends way and wishing it meant more (it Does theyre both just oblivious and insecure)

theyve been friends for so long theyre both scared to try to take the relationship any further and risk ruining it even tho everyone else can see theyve got a thing for each other. and when someone tries to say "hey theyre definitely into you" they brush it off as meaningless teasing,, idiots in love fr

i also imagine if they were already super close to begin with, once they start dating it wouldnt change the dynamic of their relationship very much if at all! they just click so naturally, its like they might as well have been dating the whole time. itd be funny if/when they announce their relationship someone just goes "tbh i assumed you guys were already dating"

i love this idea and i wish i could do more with it </3 i wouldnt be able to write it as i envision it, but maybe someone else can take inspiration from the concept ^^

#spamton #spamton x reader #spamton x y/n #deltarune #deltarune x reader #ask :)#fanfic idea #nerd time #ramble #captain of f/os ⛵

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I hope I'm not bothering you atm. I was wondering if I could request a headcanon between Deku from My Hero and a Ms. Marvel Reader?

Cause I love the idea of deku crushing on a girl who's also a hero fan like him.

Also I want to see Deku get flustered whenever his s/o wraps their stretchy arms around him in a big hug.

You can do this request whenever you want!

Oh no, it's not a bother! I've been having some writer's block and I'm hoping this is what will get me out of it. I did have to do some research on Ms. Marvel since I haven't seen the most recent movies yet, but this is an awesome concept!

(Also, I noticed in your bio your pronouns were they/them so I tried to keep this as gender-neutral as possible 😁)

So we all know Deku is *ahem* a bit of an All Might fan. And since Ms. Marvel has quirk-like powers I think this would occur in the MHA world.

So you and Izuku met at U.A. You replaced Mineta (good riddance to the grape).

Originally you were just friends at U.A. You were dating a guy from 1-B and Izuku was dating Uraraka. (BTW I have nothing against her she's adorable)

Izuku and Uraraka mutually broke up at around the same time your boyfriend dumped you. So Izuku and all of your friends stayed pretty close to comfort you.

It was around this time that Izuku's 'problem' occurred. You were out eating ramen with Todoroki, Uraraka, Momo, and Iida when Izuku made a joke. You laughed and hugged him, and he suddenly realized how cute he thought you were.

Since you were just friends Izuku tried to stay cool, calm and collected around you. Since Todoroki realized something was off with Izuku, obviously it didn't work well.

One day Aizawa paired you and Izuku up for training. Quirk training.

All was well until-

You used your quirk to stop him from flipping you and winning the fight.

You hugged him.

All was not well in Izuku Midoriya land. Oh no, it was so bad he went to Bakugo for help. He really should've asked Kirishima, since he was actually in a relationship. But noo. Kacchan will surely help. yeah right.

Well, surprisingly, Bakugo was feeling nice. He liked you (not in that way, as a person) and thought Izuku was a nice enough boyfriend for you.

You were oblivious. Seriously, Monoma Neito figured out Izuku liked you! Before you did!

But you, being at least slightly better at masking emotions, could hide the fact that you were slowly developing feelings for your green-haired friend.

Bakugo's solution to getting you two "blundering dumbasses" as he called you, to get together, was to tell you. Plain and simple.

One day he just walked up to you and said, "Izuku likes you and I know you like him. Ask him on a date, please. I can't deal with him crying about you any longer."

So the next day after homeroom you pulled Izuku aside and asked him on a date. It went a bit like this:

"Hey, Izuku!" You said, smiling and stretching your arms out to hug him.

"Hello," Izuku stuttered slightly, slowly hugging back. You pulled him along with you to the restaurant where - somewhat ironically - Izuku had first realized he had a crush on you.

Your date went well, and you decided to be partners.

The best part? Aizawa didn't realize you hadn't been dating before.

I hoped you liked this! And I think this did help my writer's block, so if you have any more ideas at all I'd love to hear them. (I need to add some more fandoms to my write-for list, so just know that if it's Bones, MHA, Marvel, Percy Jackson, or any fandoms on that list I'll most likely write the request)

#Elix does requests #izuku midoriya x reader #gn! reader #Katsuki Bakugo being a bit of a jackass (in a good way)

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Understanding and Explaining “The Veil”

So, the Veil has been a topic of debate for a bit now and people keep citing a certain Twitter post about its “proof” as ~not a real thing~ due to taking its root in the Victorian era. “It’s a veil, not a blanket,” some people say, “it’s not blocking you or anything”. These same people will then go on to talk about the power in egregores, completely oblivious to the implications they’re putting out there in conjunction with the ideas they’re pooh-poohing. To us, from our perspective, the Veil is a real and pesky thing, and yes, it’s much thicker in some places than others, and some people get a free pass. Why are we writing this? Well, for one, the concept is hugely important to convey if many of our other posts are going to make any sense. Secondly, modernity isn’t a synonym for “fake” and that shit needs to be uprooted and disposed of right the fuck now. Third, and perhaps most importantly, to be informed is to be aware, and to be aware is to open the doors for removing unwanted influence in your own life and practice.

What is The Veil, anyhow?

Well, see, that’s the tricky part, isn’t it? If the definition were already set out for us, I don’t think we’d be in this situation. While it is certainly a relatively new concept in terms of historical references, there are descriptions and legends of beings like elves and dwarves retreating into the hills and forests and separating themselves from humanity that some will point to as evidence of the Veil being a recent magical construction brought about by human action. Others cite things like the prevalence of yokai in modern rural Japan, and Celtic countries having very present taboos on faery trees and monuments being moved, touched, or destroyed, and the prevalence of strange happenings around the world as counter-evidence to the existence of such a thing.

Typically, the Veil is understood as some sort of barrier between the physical and the more-than-physical. (Most things aren’t physical in one way or another, so “nonphysical” feels arbitrary to us, but people still need a point of reference.) It either seems to keep magic out, or keep humans out, depending on who you ask. It does generally seem to be a product of modern, post-industrial human life and the relentless push to destroy the idea of the unknowable, though. It’s some force or another that people don’t really seem to agree on the origin of that acts to separate things for some reason or another. Seems confusing, but we actually have a solution based on research and experience.

We define the Veil as a construct of a subtle nature fueled by bias that serves to limit the expression and experiences of certain more-than-physical events and forces to varying degrees in a given locality, but may be acted upon, pushed aside, or removed outright by other events and forces, either temporarily or permanently. This separates it from shields, wards, and other things that are meant to keep some things out based on harm or need but allow other extranormal experiences to occur.

Personal Veils and Collective Veils

So, if some people with high magical talent and certain capabilities can just run into spirits and elementals and angels and what have you on the daily, and they claim the Veil isn’t real or isn’t a big deal, and then if a group of brain-dead, mundane, ignorant humans have a really fucking weird experience in one location but go back to scoffing at the idea of aliens and landwights when they go back to work the next day, what gives? What’s the reality of some magic-dampening force acting on the world, if any?

Well, the answer is, Veils (yes, there are more than one, as implied in our definition) vary in range and thickness based on a metric fuckton of factors, and we’ve broken them down into a few basic categories. We have Personal Veils (also known to Chaotes and derivatives as the “psychic censor”) and Collective Veils. We also have individuals with the ability to Unveil, or are Veil-resistant or Veil-removing by nature, as well as locations with the same properties. Some events and occurrences can also temporarily or permanently move Veils from a person or place. Spiritual or Nonhuman Awakenings can be a partial permanent Unveiling of a person, for example.

Personal Veils exist over people who just can’t deal with magic and the supernatural. At this point in time, practically every human and too damn many so-called “nonhumans” have them, and as a result they don’t experience magic as part of their existence, It’s a bit like curating your social media feed, or only listening to certain radio stations, or in extreme cases, delusional thinking. You ignore a whole set of circumstances based on a set of specific factors, and this can generate spiritual or magical force that acts to blacklist yourself against anything extranormal.

Collective Veils occur when many people with Personal Veils reinforce this network of spiritual/magical negation. These can occur around locations, families, and even concepts or realms of study. There are absolutely spirits in neurology labs and particle accelerators and anywhere their adjacent fields of study are, but since a lot of people with Personal Veils congregate in places like that, they can accidentally Veil other things as well.

Unveiled, Veil-resistant or Veil-removing Individuals are typically magic workers, who, for any number of reasons, just don’t have issues with losing “visibility”. This may be a hereditary gift, a result of spirit initiation, gained via practice, or just so happen to be that way. Many people have specific ways they remove Veils, such as Sighted people having good more-than-physical visual skills, and actual energetic empaths (so not Karens crying about how much a news story hurt them before they go back to their lifestyles of exploitation, but people who genuinely pick up on and process subtle energy they come into contact with whether they want to or not) are usually Unveiled in terms of sensations and emotional data gained by nonstandard means.

An Unveiled individual is typically Veil-resistant, at least in some specific areas of experience and with one or more senses. Even people who are born Unveiled can revoke that through a number of means, indoctrination and fear being the prime suspects. Veil-removing is another skillset entirely, and can be achieved through magic or by accident.

Unveiled, Veil-resistant or Veil-removing Locations and Objects are your sacred sites, hauntings, cursed relics, and so forth. These are locations or objects that just have the right vibes in place to ensure contact with Anywhere Else and can even force the most staunch and unwavering of debunkers to question their motives and understanding in their presence, even if it’s just a tiny bit. These locations and objects can be created, and it’s usually easier to Unveil a place or thing, even on accident, and keep it that way since they can’t automatically put it back if they don’t like it. (Some places probably can, but we have yet to meet one. We’d be curious to talk to them and wonder if they have identity crises like beings with Minds and Brains do.)

Veil-removing objects are likely magical implements of some sort, and this may simply be a side-effect of whatever enchantments or ensoulments are placed on them or linked to them. Veil-removing locations will serve to act on whoever enters that vicinity to make them temporarily more susceptible to things outside their accepted worldview and spectrum of comprehension.

Why does this matter?

Basically, what this means is that whether the Veil is a self-created thing, a result of pockets of belief “overwhelming” supernatural and metaphysical phenomena, or something else, the issue still stands that many people feel there is something in the way of freely-flowing magic, and that alone is reason to consider its reality. Some people may simply live in areas that are either not as dense in ambient magic or have been Veiled by human interference, or perhaps it’s an issue of their own senses, but people inside and outside spaces catering to Nonhumans of various types have lamented the seeming loss of deep magic in the world at large.

The Veil may be a thing inside some peoples’ heads, like an advanced psychic censor, that can come together to form a larger local Veil that may seem like a feature of the spiritual and metaphysical environment. It may be a geographically-linked thing, where some places are seemingly immune to it, or it may be something else entirely.

Regardless of the origin of the Veil, and the arguments for or against its existence, another issue exists regarding what exactly should be done about it, if we take the idea that the Veil is, in fact, a real energy barrier or set of barriers that makes it harder for people to access other realms, forces, and entities. Some groups, like the DKMU, feel the Veil is something that needs to be destroyed at all costs, and that people being contacted by various entities and unable to deny their existence even if they’re scared shitless by waking up to a seemingly-physical phouka rummaging through their garbage and then vanishing without a trace, that’s simply collateral in the grand scheme of things, and those people should get used to it as much as they’re used to raccoons and squirrels doing the same and should learn to make astral rodent traps if it pisses them off so much.

Others, like the authors Willow Polson and D.J. Conway, feel the Veil is a necessary safety feature, keeping the magical beings away from the humans for their safety and vice versa, citing the human tendency to conquer and dissect as being reason enough the worlds should stay separated. Arguments resembling the sci-fi notion of “non-interference” with a developing species (which has been adopted almost wholesale by New Age groups interested in ET contact despite the fact that it finds its origins in Star Trek) have been raised as well, stating that humans simply aren’t ready to accept a wider existence, and the Veil exists to keep humans from destroying everything in a fit of panic and further aggravating the denizens of the multiverse, who end up creating more astral “no-fly” rules for humans, which can get in the way of people with diplomatic work and actual roles to play and jobs to do in the cosmos.

Our take on the Veil is simply that it’s real, at least in some form, and the uncontrolled spread of it is a problem. We’re sure temporary Veiling and safe havens against the supernatural are needed, but the whole world certainly shouldn’t be one. We do tend towards creating breaches, portals, gateways, entry points, gaping holes, and so on between worlds and dimensions, yes. But the way we see it is that it’s another important part of the ecosystem and that barricading everything and creating a sterile environment dominated by one energy type is just plain unhealthy.

#My posts #basics #philosophy of magic #gif #yes we're still adding those #queue absolute madman!#crypt's magic starter pack series

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alphinias · 2 years

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First and foremost, love your works, your words, thoughts, and just you all around. And because of said love, I have a question I’d love your (and others’!) perspective on that I’ve been turning over in my head since I saw s2.

Maybe I’m oblivious or completely missed something but was Riven’s (and Dane’s) ‘mind control’ by Rosalind ever buttoned up/addressed? I know it was a big part of the cliffhanger for s1 but I feel like it’s barely touched on (if at all?) in s2. It didn’t seem to affect their behavior/autonomy in any way & the only other time Riven’s mind was ‘affected’ by her again was when she’s questioning Silvia’s escape, but that was more punishment than control. Just makes me wonder if it’s just insignificant, a plot hole, or if that might lead to something bigger later. Like, maybe it went away when Bloom killed her and he’s safe.. or maybe, like Dowling, this is Rosalind’s way to attach herself to the living from the grave? Just wanted to extract this from my brain/get some new perspectives!

Firstly, thank you!! That’s so kind.

Secondly, I think either they changed their mind on the mind control plot and elected not to make it a thing in S2 or we looked too much into it. I guess we could write it off as a temporary thing, as in she just calmed them down for the moment, but watching the S1 finale that definitely wasn’t what it felt like! The idea of it coming back to haunt them later is a really cool concept but I don’t think it’s going to happen since there were really no references towards it in S2. One of the things that continually is off about this show is how badly defined the magic system actually is, and maybe this is just part of that. There is a lot we just don’t know and they don’t care to explain. They also glazed over Rosalind taking that information from Riven like really frustratingly. That seems like it should’ve been a bigger deal too.

So yeah, I don’t think it’s something they’re going to bring back. Maybe they just portrayed it badly in the S1 finale and it really didn’t mean that much or maybe the logistics of executing that plotline made them be like okay never mind.

#it could have been really interesting it’s a shame!#although I’m glad riven didn’t spend half the season mine controlled because that was one of my fears #rivusa #fate: the winx saga #ask

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rainbowvamp · 2 years

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9. love triangle

Oh love triangles.

I’m going to be honest, I don’t understand traditional love triangles anymore. Once I was introduced to Polyamory as a concept, I just didn’t understand them, so… how about instead of writing about a love triangle, we write about a triad.

Which triad? Oh which triad? There are so many to choose from! Merwaincelots, I’m saving something up for Merwaincelot week. I want to talk about Merwencelot.

Gods I love Merwencelot. The three of them standing together before Lancelot’s little knight’s trial? It means everything to me! Their little interactions as Gwen is getting ready to make him a little knight’s outfit?! Lancelot asking Merlin if they’re together! I can’t stand it! I could burst with my love for this triad.

Ik, Arthur is supposed to be Gwen’s great love or whatever, but never once in my life have I cared about what is canon less than I do about Arthur’s canon.

Gwen brushes on both Merlin and Lancelot canonically. Lancelot crushes on Gwen canonically. If you want a love triangle, how about Lancelot and Gwen are Together and pining for Merlin. How about Gwen and Lancelot sitting together and talking about how they got together, reminiscing a year or so later (nothing bad happened, Lancelot became a knight and never left Camelot), and Lancelot is like “yeah, lol, I thought you and Merlin were together when we first met, but when I asked he said no.” And Gwen is like “I only wish we had been together. Tbh, I still fancy him. Just a bit.” Because they have the secure sort of relationship where she can say that and Lancelot would not freak out about it because he’s a Genuinely Good Guy.

And Lancelot’s like, “Actually, kind of same.”

And then they have this little secret shared between them about how they both have a little crush on Merlin, and Merlin is absolutely oblivious. They start leaving him little gifts, and he things “aww, my friends are so nice.” And they’re like, “… yes. We are so nice.” And they do not correct him because they are his friends and they are nice.

And Merlin never develops feelings for them, because aro, but he does love them a whole lot, and so he just… moves in with them one day. “Are you sure I’m not imposing?”

“No, never!” They both say, and they are so so so happy! Gwen and Lancelot are married at this point, obviously, and he’s their housemate/bestfriend/secret crush. What could go wrong?

And nothing goes wrong, really. Merlin is happy to be so near his friends. He does magically openly in their home without fear of being walked in on at any point. He sleeps in a separate bed for a while and then the winter gets really really bad and Lancelot very gallantly offers to sleep in the middle of the bed so Merlin can share their warmth (as though this is any real hardship to him or his wife).

Merlin gratefully accepts because warming spells only last while he is awake and it is freaking cold!

Merlin curls up with his back against Lancelot and when he starts snoring Gwen and Lancelot share one soft kiss because they’re just so glad that he is close to them.

They share the bed for a couple more nights through harsh winters and Lancelot wakes up with Merlin curled around him on the third morning. Gwen giggles about it and Lancelot and Merlin are both blushing, but it’s goodnatured embarrassment. It’s pretty clear that it’s not that big of a deal for Lancelot when they go about the morning and nothing has really changed except sometimes Lancelot smiles a little brighter and Merlin relaxes and doesn’t worry about it and goes to go do whatever he’s doing in th castle because at this point there’s no way he’s Arthur’s manservant, but I don’t care enough to come up with another thing for him to do.

And Gwen and Lancelot gush about it and Gwen asks Lancelot if it was good, and he tells her it was just as nice as waking up with her in his arms! So cute!

I know you’re thinking this doesn’t sound like a triad yet, but wait. Wait.

QPR. Queer platonic relationship. Merlin is like “when you guys have a kid, I call dibs on second dad.” And Merlin is really really really surprised when Lancelot and Gwen are both like “duh. What did you think you’d be?”

It makes Merlin all glowey to think that his friends think he’s good enough to be a third parent to their maybe one day child.

One time when Lancelot has to go off to battle or something, he asks Merlin, basically begs him, to look after Gwen if for any reason he can’t return. Merlin’s like “me? Are you sure?” And Lancelot gives him this look that he has obviously borrowed from Leon because it is very long suffering and says, “yes, you Merlin. You live in our house; you share our bed; who else would I trust with this?”

And Merlin kind of suddenly gets in.

Oh, wow, okay, he’s kind of with them, but not with them. It’s complicated. He can see that it is very complicated. But it is a good complicated. He likes it.

They should have a conversation about it, but Lancelot is riding off to battle and so that’s probably not going to happen anytime soon.

He and Gwen have an awkward hour or so before Merlin admits what’s bothering him and Gwen is like “Yeah, you’re just like an extension of us? We aren’t together, but… I mean, we sort of just fell into this really good thing and I know you don’t love us romantically, but you love us and you live with us and you’re a part of our family.”

Merlin promptly cries.

He hugs Gwen and he sleeps with his head on her shoulder.

Lancelot was right, because it just as nice as when Lancelot holds her.

When Lancelot comes back from battle it is very late at night, Merlin and Gwen are already sleeping and it’s the whole “married man walks into his wife in another man’s arms” scenario, except he is so happy and when he starts to undress for bed Gwen wakes up and looks around a bit with half closed eyes and when she sees Lancelot she smiles and tells him just, “he’s ours.” And goes back to sleep.

Lancelot climbs in the bed beside Merlin instead of Gwen and holds them both.

Merlin wakes up in the night to complain that he’s hot and makes Lancelot go back to the middle.

Lancelot climbs over him in high spirits and they all go back to sleep.

The end.

#merwencelot #mercelot in june

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jacobsbadwig · 2 years

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Just had a thought about why the Cullens ended up staying in Forks (it’s more insidious than you realize)

I just had a thought that pertains to some research I did during my last year of gradschool. Smeyer’s portrayal of Bella being included in the Quileute rituals and knowledgable about (falsified and bastardized) folklore and tradition and through Bella’s friendship and the horrific imprinting on Bella’s daughter, serves as representation of the colonizer’s desire to be legitimized as the rightful people of a land.

In early American literature, we see this trope as “the adopted white man” or the native person who has a white parent and native parent in which the white relatives of the half native person (who also have shunned this person for their nativeness if this person hasn’t been forced to assimilate) usually takes a hold of this land because this rightful heir either dies and the land goes to the next of kin (in this case, white folks).This exact scenario happens in the adopted “native trope” where the white person has a bond with said local tribe and intermarried with the tribe and the scenario explained previously follows in most cases or the distant descendents take an advantage of their ancestor’s good will with the local tribe and use that to force the tribe give up more of their land with no intention of maintaining a mutual relationship that the ancestor established. Simply, it’s the creation of “my great so and sos native, thus I am and I have a right to this land or this thing” mentality. This mentality is very dangerous in Twilight due to Jacob’s imprint on Reneesme because it suggests that Renessesme and her children with Jacob (ew) will have the same rights within the Quileute tribe as the other members as result of the imprint. Obviously that idea is disgusting and problematic as the Cullen family is their sworn enemy, has exploited the tribe many of times, and has forced them into treaties that the Cullens blatantly ignore. Bella is both oblivious and slightly malicious in all of this because the way she uses the information she gets from Jacob to aid the Cullens, and the fact that Stephenie Meyer wrote the concept of imprinting in a very specific way that makes Jacob pretty much subservient to Renessesseme every need is well....a benefit to the white colonizers in the story, especially as Jacob is the alpha to the pack and probably will grow old to be a tribal leader like his father, Billy. I can’t help but see that choice in writing as intentional to allow Bella and Renessme to have the best of both words: the riches and power(s) and prestige of whiteness (because of the vampire mythology being fucked up). Renesssee being human and vampire gains her father’s prestige with the vampire-ness but her mother’s (former) innocence and naivety, and through Jacob being her mate (ew, again), Renesseme gets a specifc and special privilege and access to native culture that white people crave as a way to legitimatize their colonization. She can’t be “stealing” from a culture that she has been adopted into/married into. She can’t “steal” land that she will inherit from her husband if something happens to him. If Renesseme were to be able to become a vampire like her family members and her descendants pass on, and she survives them. She would still keep the land. If something happened to her well.....her immortal family members would end up with land that is not theirs especially have breaking a treaty and everything being written in their favor. BIG YIKES, STEPHENIE! If you’d like to read the paper I wrote, I would gladly send it to you. Thanks for reading. If you have any questions or need clarifications, feel free send me an ask.

#twilight renaissance #twilight saga #jacob black #bella swan #it's not good y'all #twilight

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