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sehodreams · 4 months

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Have you seen the discussion around wonbin's short height? Can you think of a way to make his short height sexy and dark? Maybe his short stature gives the illusion that he's weak or a pushover but in fact his aura is huge and intimidating? idk i trust your ideas are better teehee

Summary: You wanted to try something new, and your sweet classmate was the perfect option, but what happens when the kind little boy feels insulted when you call him a virgin? Of course he makes you say you're sorry.

WC: 5.7K

TW and tags: nerd!dom!Wonbin x sub!plus size!reader (I feel she’s something more but I have no idea what to call her), hard dom!Wonbin, spitting, hair pulling, use of names (slut, whore), extreme dubcon, a part of noncon, teasing, mocking, overstimulation, use of sex toys, use of the term virgin as an insult, spanking, masturbation, lots of filthy stuff.

Comment: Sorry for taking so long, I can’t write short stuff, I’m trying, but I end up writing these long ass stories because even if my english vocabulary is lacking, the filthiness of my mind not lol. This is dark, if you don’t like this kind of content please just scroll. Also, the hair pulling scene was inspired from @///403tarot and his reading for Wonbin, i just can't stop thinking about it, thank you lord. (edit: I hope you like it anon, sorry if it's not what you expected)

You had a type, you weren't exactly sure if it was because you liked how they looked or how they made you feel, but all the boys you dated were almost identical, from the height to the roughness of their hands, the callouses they had from training were always on the same spots and they even acted the same way, because they always cheated on you.

You didn't know why, but those fit guys always looked your way, as if conquering you was the next step in their bulking plan, and you accepted because you loved to feel small by their side, it was pretty difficult to find boys that made you feel like that, protected and tender, because you were a big girl, and also you didn't have much option since most boys around preferred skinny girls, so you didn't have much experience meeting other kind of boys that caught your attention.

"Maybe you should try something different, you never know, it doesn't have to be a lanky guy, but maybe you could start with younger boys, I've heard they're fun too" your friend said, and you nodded, if you wanted something different you had to break the pattern, but with who?

You looked at your options around, there were a few cute guys in your classes, and even if you were big, you wouldn't accept just anyone, you had to like them, so maybe Anton from philosophy could be a good option, he was younger than you, or Eunseok from social studies, he was your age, but lanky as hell, Sungchan from history?, he was kind of a gym bro too, but not like your exes, and he was more sweet than normal, maybe that could work.

You were thinking about it when Wonbin sat next to you and pulled a folder out of his backpack "I know we had until the weekend to send the essay but I've been free these days and I already finished it, I did your part so you didn't have to, but I brought it in case you wanted to change something" he shyly moved the folder your way, giving you a soft smile.

Sweet Wonbin, with his squared glasses and his ugly ass flannels, he always knew what to do to make you happy, maybe he could be a good option, he was different from your usual type, short and skinnier than normal, and pretty instead of handsome, he'd have never caught your attention before, but he was nice, so you could at least do him a little favor and let him touch a real girl, because even if it sounded bad, you were sure he had never done it before, you just had to see the way his eyes avoided yours when you talked, or the anime girl he had on his phone background.

"Wonbin you're the best!" You said, making him smile more, "I was about to talk to you actually, my computer's been acting weird these days and I was wondering if you could come to my house and check it, I heard you fixed Shotaro's laptop not long ago" You asked, touching his arm and looking at him with your doe eyes. Your computer was fine, but you wanted to be alone with him, and you knew he'd do anything for you.

Just like you expected, he nodded eagerly, telling you he was free whenever you needed him.

And like that, the next day you had him in your room, both of you in front of your computer sitting shoulder to shoulder, he telling you something about you not needing to invest in some antivirus because he could install you one for free, and you nodding to everything he said, watching his slender fingers write stuff you didn't understand on the keyboard.

He had finished quick, not finding anything out of normal, telling you to call him in case your computer acted weird again, so he could immediately see what was wrong.

You thanked him and offered him a cup of tea before he left, sitting next to him on the little table on the floor next to your bed. You decided to make some conversation while he finished his tea, "thank you so much Wonbin, my boyfriend, well, ex-boyfriend, was the one who checked my computer, you have no idea how much I appreciate your help" you said.

He nodded, "it's nothing, don't worry" he murmured. You didn't know how to approach the idea of you two having a date, so you waited for him to talk, but he didn't.

You were like that for an uncomfortable minute, so you started to ramble about school stuff while he continued drinking his tea, at least he seemed more at ease after he laughed to something you said. You were about to show him some papers you had in one of your drawers, crawling to your desk since it was just next you, but when you went back to where you were sitting you saw him stiff, with his backpack covering his lap.

You didn't have to be a genius to know what he was hiding, you just didn't expect it to happen so fast, you had showed him a flash of the back of your thighs, and he was already like that, you expected him to be a virgin, but to that point? it was even kind of laughable.

He was looking down to his cup, fingers playing with the handle, not daring to directly look at you, a bit too shy for you, but you saw the opportunity and took it, "everything okay?" you asked him. You were on your knees, chest close to him, and your hand brushed his arm to make him look at your direction.

The air got hotter and you saw him gulp, this was new, kind of exciting, to see a boy be like that, you were too used to the brute kind of man that would have already pushed you to the floor to take you and seeing him so nervous was kind of fun too.

Your eyelids fluttered, almost closing, and your mouth approached him, he looked at you, waiting, and didn't move when you kissed him, it was more a fast peck on the lips, pulling away as fast as you gave it to him, just a little teasing for him to make the next move.

You held your breath, the tip of your nose touching his and expecting a kiss back, but he only talked, "I... I shouldn't, I have a partner".

"What?" You said shocked with his answer, immediately moving back and away from his face, you just couldn't believe it, you were there, offering yourself to that boy, and he already had a girlfriend? Since when? You had never seen him maintain a conversation with another girl who wasn't you, and if you were honest, luckily you had seen him with two or three friends. Still, you felt bad for talking with that tone to him, as if it was unbelievable that someone liked him, "No, I'm sorry, that sounded really bad, I didn't mean too, I just... I didn't expect you to have a girlfriend."

"Why would you say that?" He said, frowning his eyebrows to your shock.

"Oh, it's just... I don't know, I thought since you always go around alone and you're an..." You didn't finish your sentence, you just looked at him, not knowing how to fix your mistake.

"Wow, so you think no one could like me because of the things I like? You're fat and everyone thinks you're a slut, but I don't say those things to you" he spat back.

You stood up, he was in your house, insulting you, when you only wanted to get closer to him? "What the fuck? Wonbin, that's too much", he could reject you, but not like that. "Get the fuck out of my house" you told him, opening your door for him to leave your room. He stood up too, walking to you, and he was about to do it, to end that interaction and leave your house, until you talked again, "that's what I get for trying to help a fucking virgin."

The room got tense, you crossed your arms, waiting for him to leave, and he was glaring at you, still, as if he had any right to be mad with you.

His gaze made you uncomfortable after a long minute, he was watching you with a serious face you had never seen before, and the air was heavy, like taunting you, but you maintained the eye contact, not letting win.

"Apologize" he demanded, making you snicker, who the hell he thought he was?

"Or what? Virgin" you answered, tired of his little mind game.

His eyes didn't flicker, unmoved with your behavior, tired of your bullshit, he talked again. "Sit" he said, looking extremely pissed off, and you don't know why, but when you saw how his eyes got darker and his whole demeanor changed, you felt he was going to do something, and it kind of intimidated you, but it also made you curious, so you took your old spot without question.

He was coldly staring at you from where he was, then, he walked in front of you, standing while you sat there on your knees and looked up to him, not knowing why, but expecting him to talk or do something. "Do you think everyone is as easy as you? You should respect you and others more, no one likes a dumb slut."

You scoffed, not believing his words. "At least I get laid" you talked back with a grin on your face.

He showed you the same grin and grabbed your chin, making you look at him in the eyes, "do you really not know what they say about you? Everyone knows you're just a hole waiting for some dick to fill her, they all talk about it, how you're fucking disgusting, a fat bitch waiting for someone to look her way so she can get fucked, they say your pussy is so used you're not even fun to fuck anymore."

The way he said that sent a shiver through your back, hurting you and the little dignity you had, making your eyes get slightly wet, but you blinked and made those tears go back.

"Then why are you still here?" You spat, resentful with him, he wasn't the sweet boy you thought he was, and he was starting to agitate you.

"You need to see that not everything goes your way, and that you can't go around behaving like a dumb whore, it's not cute at all, but don't worry, after I finish with you, you'll be a good girl again, like when we met, before those jerks filled your brain with their stupidity" he said that so sure of himself, full of disdain, his shoulders suddenly appeared bigger and you felt small down there.

"What are you going to do, fuck me? Don't you think that's silly considering I brought you here for that?" He shook his head to your question.

"Believe me, what I'm going to do to you will make you wish you hadn't brought me here" You wanted to ask what he meant with that, but he had started to unfasten his belt, being clear on what he was about to do. "From now on, you can only talk if I ask you something, apart from that I want you to do what I tell you and shut up."

"What the-" you couldn't finish your sentence, his hand had been too fast for you to pay attention to it, and had slapped your face so loud the sound of it echoed in the room, leaving you shaken on your knees, and just how he wanted, silent.

"I've been clear, I hate stupid questions, you're a big girl and you should understand what I say when I say it" you hated him, you hated how he was treating you, you hated the tone of his voice, as if he had any authority over you, you hated him so much, or at least that's what you thought, you couldn't understand why suddenly there was a fire starting on your lower abdomen, and why your pussy was hurting so much you had to clench your thighs right there in front of him, "never forget it, I don't like to repeat myself"

You didn't move, not even a nod, he didn't ask you anything, so you stayed there in silence, on your place, making him smile in result, pleased with you.

"Now be good and come here", he had sat on the border of your bed and patted his lap, you saw the belt on his hand and your eyes got wet again, afraid of what he was about to do to you. Seconds went by and you didn't move, which made his face get a little red. He closed his eyes and sighed, annoyed with you, "you want me to get angry?"

You denied with your head, eyes big and frightened. You stood up immediately, in front of him, you were about to sit on his lap when he stopped you.

"Face down, ass up"

It couldn't be possible, was he about to spank you? What were you, a fucking kid?

You wanted to protest, feeling incredibly insulted, but with just a glance from him he made you do it, you lied over him, feet dangling in the air, ass in front of him over the expansion of his thighs, and your face down, hiding from him. Ashamed, you couldn't stop the little tears from falling down your cheeks.

His hand lifted the little fabric of your skirt and showed most of your skin, little of it covered only by the thin panties you were wearing, "What do you say, should we start with five? And I want you to count them out loud" you gulped, you had never been spanked before, even less with a belt, you had no idea how painful it would be and that made you feel anxious, your ass hadn't even been touched and you already felt your skin tingling and your pussy leak.

His hand grabbed your hair and he made you lift your face. Your cheeks were damp from your tears and your eyes found his, an exasperated look all over his face, glasses falling down his nose and tongue pushing the inside of his cheek, "do you want me to hurt you? Why aren't you answering?"

"No, I'm sorry" you answered, eyes shaking from his tone.

"Then talk, use your words, I told you to start with five, but now they'll be ten" his grip was hurting your scalp, and you wanted to cry because of how unfair he was being, but you didn't want to make him even more angry, so you accepted it.

"Yes, I'll count, I promise" you said how you could, your voice breaking in your throat.

He let your hair go and you sighed, relieved, but that didn't last long, his hand pried inside your panties, molding your ass with his hand, and then he cupped your pussy, so wet you could feel little drops falling out of you, "fuck, look at this slut, already dripping when I haven't even touched you", he pulled your panties down your thighs and you felt the air touch your naked cunt.

He caressed your skin, appreciating the size of your ass and its form, so round it invited his hand to grope it. He liked it, he always thought about doing it when you were in class, when you walked to the front to talk to the professor or to some of your friends, he stayed on his seat, watching it move from side to side with every step, teasing a place inside his mind he had never paid attention to, because he didn't know how much he could like a curvy girl until he met you, with your tight blouses showing the size of your chest, or your skirts that sometimes showed more than what was considered appropriate, but he always admired you from afar, everyone knew you had a type, those assholes addicted to the gym, and they always flew around you, not leaving anyone else an opportunity to approach you.

He actually liked that you invited him, but he knew you didn't like him, he saw it in your eyes, for you he was just something new and funny to play once, and he didn't want to be just a fuck, he wanted to be something else, when you met you were the sweetest girl he ever saw, sharing your notes with him and including him in work groups, but you changed, and you started to look at him the same way the others did, so you judging him was enough to push the little restraint he had, because no one, especially you, the campus whore, was going to insult him like that.

You were getting used to the felling of his hand touching your skin, even enjoying it, when you felt the first whip, "One!" You screamed almost like a reflex. You hadn't noticed when he grabbed his belt, but the sting of it over your bottom made you dizzy and your lungs couldn't accept the air you tried to breath for a long second, feeling a burning pain.

"Good, continue like that, don't get distracted" he adverted. You nodded how you could, arms and legs shaking from the impact.

"Two!" If you thought the first hurt, the second was even worse, the hot sensation had moved through your skin, burning more of it, almost until your thighs, nerves sending little shocks all around.

You felt the leather accessory brush your back and slowly go down to your ass, finding at some point your pussy lips, he didn't put any pressure over it, but your body moved on its own and lifted your hips, trying to make more contact against the belt.

"Needy whore" he called you, making your pussy throb and you whine.

He continued like that, spanking, teasing, and caressing. You felt your skin irritated, almost brazing, as if your live flesh was already there after all the hits, you were just in the seventh spank when you had cried loud enough for your voice to echo through the whole house, but no one was there, and even if you prayed, no one would be able to help you.

"Eight!" Your voice was loud and clear, tears uncontrollably falling down your cheeks and pussy clenching around nothing, his pants surely had a big wet spot after your pussy dripped all over them and you tried to find any way of pain appeasement rutting to his thigh.

You could feel his boner touch the side of your hip and you didn't need to see it to know it was big, and that, if he didn't fuck you after all those punches, you would suffer even more than with his spanks, because your pussy was so painfully untouched you would go crazy in any second.

Without noticing, you were already in the tenth hit, but before he did it, he opened your folds with his fingers, to see your poor cunt, it was so wet it was shining down then lights of your room, and the second he opened them a line of your wetness started to visibly drop down his thigh.

"Another rule, you can't cum if I don't give you permission" he said, middle finger tracing up and down your slit, poking your hole and then ignoring it to go to your clit and press it.

Your thighs were shaking, you wanted his finger to enter your cunt, you needed it, you wanted to beg but you were afraid of how he'd react, so you didn't, only nodding to him and his order.

The last spank arrived and you screamed the number full of pain, exhausted and somehow elated at the same time, it's over, you thought gladly.

But your body didn't think the same, with that last stroke your pussy had leaked and made a mess over his pants, and he angrily grabbed you by the hair to look at him in the eyes "I told you that you couldn't cum, stupid bitch" he spat, lips moving with fury.

"I didn't-I didn't, I swear" you cried, your hands were over your bed, trying to maintain you in the position he had pulled you to not be as painful as the first time.

"Shut up, now you're talking back? On all your fours" you crawled out of his lap, still wearing your stretched out panties mid thighs and heavily breathing.

You didn't dare to look at him, only hearing him move behind you, situating behind you and opening your ass cheeks with both palms, spitting over your little hole and making you jolt.

You trembled, what if he wanted to fuck your ass? You had never been fucked there, and just the thought made you gulp the saliva accumulating inside your mouth.

Did you want it or not? You didn't know.

"If you weren't such a slut I would've fuck you good long ago, but I thought you only liked steroid dicks, what made you change your mind?" He asked, thumb incredibly close to your little unused hole "have you ever been fucked in the ass?"

"I don't like them, they like me" you said, sound muffled by your pillow "and no, never."

He pressed his thumb, satisfied with your answer, pushing it inside your ass, making your pussy clench of need.

You moaned, no one had played with that place before, and your slick had lubricated you enough, making his touch feel even better, a weird but good sensation.

"Such a pretty hole, sadly you won't get fucked today" he slapped his length against your ass cheek, and you moaned again, you didn't know when he had taken out his dick, but it had you squirming, it felt big, and you were sure it'd hurt if he fucked you.

Your toes curled, it was so wrong, you shouldn't want him, you thought about asking him to stop, you couldn't let him use you, he was unpredictable, you would've never imagined the strength and authority he had, it was so different from his usual self, the Wonbin he had shown to the world wasn't this one at all, where was the lame otaku you shared classes with? You approached him because you thought he'd be soft and even weak, listening to anything you wanted, you just wanted some fun and to try something different, and this was different, but not the way you expected.

"What are you thinking about? I told you to not get distracted" he asked after some time, his hands kept moving around your curves, but when you stopped whining, he knew something else was in your head.

"Can-Can we stop? I'm sorry for what I said, happy?" you spoke, wanting to stop and rest, your ass cheeks were stinging, and you had no idea what was going through his head, which honestly made you fear of his next action, because if he wasn't going to fuck you, what was he going to do?

His hands stopped and you felt his weight fall behind you, eyes all over you, but you continued there, ass up, thighs closed and face against your pillow, waiting for him to talk.

"Okay" you couldn't believe it, you were free, you sighed, relieved for it to end. You stood up, arms and legs shaking, your underwear that was mid thighs fell down and you didn't care, you kick it out of your feet and pulled down your skirt, you were still dressed, so that was good enough for you, you didn't have time to pay attention to how dirty you were, slick dripping out of you with every movement, you just wanted to get out of your room as soon as possible, to hide in your bathroom and wait for him to leave with the protection of being alone in a secluded room, away from him.

You were about to give your first step when you felt a grip on your hair pulling you back with force to the bed, making your body fall on your back and yelp of surprise.

Your body bounced over the mattress, and you saw him laugh loudly, that same laugh you had seen many times before when you joked around him, but this time directed to you, "did you really believe me? You can fuck yourself with your fake ass apology, it only makes me think that I should really fuck the stupidity out of your head before you get worse".

You gasped for air, your chest was heavily trying to breathe again, and your heart was beating fast, full of fear.

"Now, be good and tell me where you have your vibrator, and don't you dare lie to me, dating all those one pump chump, I'm sure you haven't had a proper orgasm unless you played with yourself" even without his warning you wouldn't have lied to him, you knew better than that. You pointed the second drawer on your bedstand, making him grin.

It was magic wand, a powerful vibrator that you received as a gift from your friends, a friendly joke within the group, but you hadn't used it that much, too afraid of its intensity.

He didn't waste any time, he turned it on and the buzzing sound made you close your eyes, turning the front of your body down and grabbing your pillow for comfort, you knew he was a about to ruin you, and that there was no way of scaping him.

He came back to you and smacked your ass, your ass was red and irritated from his first punishment, and it hurt you like hell, making you scream loudly over your pillow, which muffled it as much as it could.

Still, he laughed again, and grabbing your hips he made you go back to your past position, on all fours with your face down, embarrassed from being like that in front of him.

You heard the buzz get closer to you and when it finally touched your clit you cried, you were sensitive after all the teasing and just a brush of it was enough to make your whole body jolt.

He was mocking you at first, pressing and pulling away in seconds, again and again, making you whimper from desperation.

"Don't forget, you can't cum until I allow you" his hand hit you again and you sobbed.

"Yes" you answered loud.

His hand touched your spine, making your back arch even more, pussy trying to find your touch.

He didn't wait anymore, he pressed the head of the toy against your whole cunt, making you moan loudly and hug tighter your pillow, your hips moving back and forth.

"Fuck that feels good" his dick was also against the vibrator, pushing the toy even more to you with his hips bucking, as if he was fucking you when he was feeling the same vibrations as you, a bit less intense, but still good against him.

It drove you crazy, it was insane how good you were feeling, and he wasn't even fucking your insides, you had no idea masturbation could be that intense, and with him, your face was flushed, your forehead sweaty, your hair was a mess, and you were leaking so much of your juices it was almost like you were cumming.

"Shit" your hips were frantically moving against him, ass jiggling and the perfect image of you fucking yourself, you crying of pleasure without stop, making his hand tighten his grasp on your waist, feeling the extra skin of your tummy with his fingers.

"Are you about to cum?" He asked, you were buckling your hips too much against him, which was a sign of it.

"Yes! Yes!" You said, the orgasm was so close you saw little spots when you closed your eyes and you wanted him to let you cum, you needed to cum.

He had other plans for you, so he pulled away, not letting the toy touch you anymore.

"Why?" You howled, shamelessly shaking your ass for him to press it again, receiving another spank as a result.

"You don't ask, you obey, so shut up" he stated. You bite your lip, tears falling and clit throbbing, it was so close, so close and so unobtainable at the same time, it made you feel hopeless.

"Take your top off and look at me" you obeyed him without doubt, you took your top and your bra off and sat on your knees, looking at him and still biting your lip to not talk when you shouldn't.

You were both sitting in front of each other, but he was completely dressed, just his dick out of his pants and his belt thrown away in some place in your room, while you, on the other hand, only wore your skirt, which had the front and back of it drenched from all your juices.

You showed him your tits, waiting for him to touch you and make you cum, it was sick, it revolved your stomach, but you needed that orgasm like you had no idea, now having tasted it so close, how could you let it slip away?

"Pretty slut" he said, both hands going to each tit and playing with them, fingers pinching your nipples to then grope them, making little tears fall your eyes, and when he slapped one of them, you felt even a worst sting on your breast than on your ass, making a heartbroken cry scape your mouth.

He loved that sound so much he wanted to hear it again, you breaking down it would be impossible for you to ever forget who was the cause of all those sounds.

He moved closer, now up on his knees and looking down at you. He was short, but in that moment, you saw him fucking immense, making you feel insignificant compared to him.

His hand went to your hair, you expected him to hurt you, flinching, but he pet you instead, ruffling your hair and nodding to you, "cum", he said.

You didn't understand why he said that, but then you heard the buzz of the toy again, getting close to your clit, making you smile and open your legs as much as you could to receive it.

It felt so fucking good, his hand on your hair was now a grip but you didn't care, you couldn't feel anything else that wasn't the toy against you.

However, it was weird, a pain was growing inside you, making you try to squirm away after some time, "No-", you tried to stop him, that weird sensation was still in your abdomen, increasing with each second, a hot pressure that made your pussy clench and throb strongly.

"I didn't ask you, I want you to cum, so you'll cum" he said, pushing the little button to the maximum, the power was so strong you chocked with your own saliva and you coughed before you could talk again.

"Wait! Wait!" You repeated, his grip on your hair was still there, strong, and your face was red of tears falling down your cheeks. Your pussy was being so abused your body had started to convulse and your hips jolted with every vibration of the toy.

Was that a real orgasm? You didn't know it would be so aggressive, you didn't know how it would feel, but it was almost like dying, a sensation that completely terrified you.

He didn't move a single inch away, he was biting his lip and his face showed a grin from ear to ear.

A pitched sound came out of your throat, you were cumming so hard streams of your orgasm were dripping down his hand and onto the bedsheets, but he didn't stop, and the overstimulation was starting to be more and more painful. You tried to move your hips away, but he didn't let you, his hand with the toy would follow your body, not letting you scape at all.

"Are you sorry now?" He asked after he finally pulled away the toy from you, letting you breathe and regain some of your consciousness.

You nodded to his question, you were sorry, you didn't mean to bother him so much, you should've thought twice before talking, you really didn't know your punishment would be like that.

His hand impacted on your cheek again, you couldn't move your head and he took advantage of that to give you a strong slap, shaking your mind and making your eyes blurry, and then, when you cried and loudly said you were sorry, he tapped softly the same cheek he had slapped seconds ago, "I told you, you're a big girl and you should use your words if you didn't want to make me mad"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I was bad, forgive me, please" you begged, sobbing and deeply regretting having teased him.

"That's the apology I was waiting from you, well done" he let your hair finally free, sitting next to you and jerking his cock with your orgasm on his hand. You, about to crumble over the bed, legs hurting and mind too hazy to think properly, only watched him moving his hand over his length. "I think you learned your lesson today, but you need more training, don't you think so?"

You should be disgusted with him and how he acted, your whole body was in pain, and you saw dark dots all around you, your eyesight full of them and at the same time focused on his hand and what he was doing, and you were sure your pussy and your ass cheeks would be in pain for many days later because of how much he abused you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to reproach him.

You had learned may things that day, and you should appreciate that, how you shouldn't judge a book for its cover, how you shouldn't misbehave and talk back, and that you didn't like big guys because they made you feel small, you just liked to feel small.

He had done a question, so you, just like he taught you, answered it, "Yes, I still have much to learn".

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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"Are We About to Kiss?" Pt.2

(Vance Hopper x gn!Reader)

Part 1 Part 3

Summary: After realizing Denver’s infamous delinquent is crushing on you, you just can’t help but tease to see that blush

Warnings: Tsundere!Vance, Swearing, Flustering, Light violence

Word Count: 3.6k

(ITALICS = FLASHBACK)

(Ask and you shall receive, here's another part! It’s a lot different than the first one tho)

Requested by: @isi1209 @maywv12 @livingdeadgirl7 @imxxhungry @ughhthisbitch @alienthewolf @whiplaaaaaaaaash @top-secret-stuff @makaylaisoncrack @simp-124 @idk-callmewhatever

You entered through the doors of the Grab N Go with a self-confident smile attached to your face. You felt a huge new sense of brave confidence when walking in with your newfound knowledge thanks to Vance’s big mouth last night. You witnessed with your own two eyes how easily you could fluster him, he could barely hand you your drink without his face going close to beet red.

The more you thought about it last night at the sleepover, the more you started to realize how attractive Vance actually was. You spent so long focusing on staying out of his way that you never stopped to notice how much you were genuinely fond of the guy. Well, most of the time…

8th grade, 13 year old, you sat at your two person table in English class. You organized all your supplies on the surface with your desired pen, pencil and eraser to the right side and on the left side was the book you were studying in class. You smiled in accomplishment at your neatness until your gaze moved to the right.

You stared at the small line carving in the middle of the table that Vance had made a couple days ago to make sure you stayed on “your side” of the table. You held in your gasp as you noticed your pencil was crossing the line. You quickly moved it over. Someone, who was not Vance, slumped into the chair beside you and plopped his book onto the table with a tired sigh.

You nervously glanced at him. What on earth was he thinking? Vance sat in that seat every single day and you knew he would not take kindly to someone sitting in that chair he seems to love so much. You shyly kept your mouth shut since before you could even warn the poor but foolish boy, Vance walked into the classroom, no bookbag as usual.

You swore Vance’s eyes went red the second he looked at his chair being occupied. You missed his glance at you before he gripped his jaw and stomped over to your table. He wasted no time in grabbing a fistfulll of the boy’s sleeve, forcing him to stand up. “The fuck you think you’re doing in my seat, you piece of shit?” Vance growled rabidly at the trembling boy who could only stutter out unclear apologies. Vance shoved the boy harshly away, taking a seat as the boy scrambled to the other side of the room.

You kept your gaze glued to the table, the little hairs on your arms threatening to stand as nervousness grew within you. “Thanks for saving my seat you little bitch.” Vance said sarcastically. “Sorry, you got here before I could say anything.” You felt a sudden rush of courage take the wheel. “You don’t have to sit here, though.” You said while looking over to him with a look of wonder.

Vance glared but he appeared to be nervous about your question. “Sh-shut up. At least I don’t dress like a clown.” He shot back defensively, looking away from you as your jaw dropped from the insult to your clothing.

As your teacher stretched out the difference between a verb and an adverb after half your class messed up on it, you felt eyes burning into the side of your head and in your peripheral vision you saw Vance with his head turned over to you. You hesitantly looked over to him and once your eyes met he blinked in surprise. His eyes darted to multiple places before he looked over to the clock. “I can’t see the clock. Your big ass airhead is in the way.” He said as he used his hand to push your face back to look at the clock.

You hid your annoyance of him manhandling you and you hid your annoyance of knowing there was no possible way you were blocking the clock.

You were never raised to hide your feelings. In your family, honesty was always the best policy, even when people didn't ask for it, nor accept it. And in your most humble opinion, adoration was a beautiful emotion, one that should be expressed freely. It ought to make the receiver feel valuable and appreciated. And by Vance’s reactions to your attention, you expected he didn’t get flirted with often… or at all.

You really did want to go out with the guy to get to know him better, but he had walls of steel with spikes. He was very defensive and protective of himself so you assumed he wouldn’t agree to a date so easily. So you thought that the only way to get through his walls was to make ‘em melt.

So as you smiled over noticing Vance at his pinball machine, you began to waltz your way over there. Vance had a friend beside him, eating a small bag of chips as he watched him play, who looked over to see you walking toward them. He began nudging at Vance’s arm, whispering his name but Vance only angrily shoved him off.

You finally approached Vance from behind, moving to his left side where his friend wasn’t. “You’re about to beat your own score.” You said with a smile as you looked up at the rising numbers on the machine. Vance physically tensed over your voice, thrashing his head to the side to look at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. He kept glancing from you to the machine before hissing out, “N-No one asked you!”

Your smile grew flirtatious as you stepped teasingly closer to him, watching him nervously glance over to you multiple times as you made your biceps touch. The contact seemed to distract him too much as his fingers missed the button and the tiny metal ball fell to the bottom. His hands flew up in shock and looked over to you, like he was going to muder you where you stood. For some reason, you didn’t feel as scared as you normally would like yesterday.

“Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to throw you off.” You said looking up at him with big, doe eyes. He pursed his lips together in frustration and avoided eye contact. You smiled flirtatiously and snaked your arms around his toned one, feeling his muscles freeze in your touch. “How about I buy you a slurpee to make up for it?” You said, batting your eyelashes.

Vance’s friend glanced between the two of you, holding back an amused smile. He always teased Vance about his humongous crush on you and always received Vance’s denying and defensive wrath, so he was quite enjoying how Vance looked almost terrified of how close you were to him. “Then I guess I’ll see you later, Vance.” He said before he turned on his heels as Vance gave him eyes that basically begged him to not leave him alone with you.

“So,” you snapped Vance’s attention back to you, “how ‘bout that slurpee?” He clenched his fists, cheeks burning red as he kept his head turned away from you, not having the willpower to look you in the eyes. His body temperature was rising so he eventually thrashed his arm from your grip. “I don’t need your charity, you goddamn dick!” He spat and pushed your shoulder away from him.

You giggled, regaining your footing quickly. “Alright, Mr. Pussycat.” You teased. Vance almost felt like he was going to faint from the name spoken with your foxy tone. He glared at you. “If I’m a cat then you’re a clown fish!”

Your eyebrows lifted up in surprise. “A clown fish?” You said to yourself, secretly pondering if you actually did resemble one. Like do you actually dress like a clown or was Vance just thinking at the top of his head when he first insulted you with that title? You shook off that thought when Vance stuttered out, “G-go away!” Then he was the one to quickly march out of the Grab N Go to catch up to his friend.

‘He’ll come around.' You told yourself with a confident smile, wiggling with excitement as more ideas sprouted in your head of how to fluster him even more.

You sat on the stool at the high table as you slurped on your after school slurpee. Your eyes were fixated on the wall menu as you sucked on your straw, seeing what other items they had you could try another day. As you absentmindedly read, the stool next to yours became occupied. You could see the head of blonde curls from your peripheral vision and a small smile instantly hopped onto your face.

You turned your head to see Vance tightly crossing his arms, looking like he was waiting for something. He felt your stare so he shifted to a glare towards you, “Are you gonna buy me that slurpee you promised or not?” He snapped like you could read his mind. You flinched and hurriedly called the cashier over. The cashier ran over, quickly over noticing the infamous Pinball Vance. She looked between the two of you and looked at Vance telling him to order as you got out your wallet. “Cherry.” He grudgingly said, as if he was embarrassed over his order or something.

You paid the cashier and she was on her way to bring the slurpee. You left your hand where you left it on the counter from placing the money and Vance eyed it as you took another sip of your slurpee. He eyed it down as his pupils kept darting from it to your face. Your hand looked so soft, and delicate. He wondered what it would feel like in his own.

He subconsciously inched his hand closer to yours until his fingers crept over yours. The contact surprised you as you looked down to see Vance touching your hand. ‘Is he trying to… hold my hand?’ You thought with pleasant surprise before looking up and over at him with your lips lifting in a small smile.

It was as if Vance had slammed that open door right in your face as he instantly snapped out of it from your smoldering eye contact and defensively put his guard back up. The color of his cheeks exploded into red hues. “Don’t look at me like that, you clown cunt!” He yelled, embarrassed, before he shoved you causing you and your stool to fall to the ground.

You and two of your friends were taking a walk around the park as you talked about how you finally got the chance to see the movie ‘Dog Day Afternoon’. Your friend was explaining to the two of you how the real Sonny and Sal watched ‘The Godfather’ before they robbed the bank until you caught sight of Vance sitting at a picnic table with some of his friends. You interrupted your friend telling them you’d be right back as you quietly ran over to the table where Vance’s back was facing you.

You crept up from behind Vance, his friends noticing and giving you eyes that told you to not sneak up on- You covered Vance’s eyes from behind. “Guess who-” Vance’s elbow flew out to roughly jab you right in the stomach. It was his reflex from being startled.

Your hands flew to wrap around your stomach as the wind was knocked out of you. “Cr-AP!” You wheezed out as Vance turned over his shoulder to look at you with pleasant surprise before putting his guard back up once more. “Oh great, it’s my idiot of a stalker.” He grumbled as he pressed his lips against his knuckles.

One of Vance’s friends raised a confused brow, you never approached Vance on your own. “Wait, are you guys dating now?” He asked, motioning between the two of you. You brightly smiled, ignoring all the pain in your stomach, and rested your elbow on Vance’s shoulder. “'Course we are! Right, Vance?” It was all in jest, as he had never agreed to be romantically involved with you, but you couldn't help but enjoy his flustered reactions, especially since you were the only one who could cause them.

“Fuck off, you twat!” Vance exclaimed, roughly shrugging your elbow off while his ears burned. “Aw, Vance, are you blushing~?” One of Vance’s friends teased with a back snicker, resting his chin on his fist. “No I'm fucking not!” Vance yelled, slamming his fists on the table like a temperamental child. “It’s just hot out here!”

“Don’t be embarrassed.” You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, peeking over his shoulder. “It’s cute when you blush.” You complimented honestly as his face grew redder yet his expression softened up. You smiled and leaned closer to his cheek with puckered lips.

Vance saw this and went into instant fight or flight as he let out a sound similar to a stunned yelp. Rather than enduring a tiny bit of PDA he would secretly die for, he shoved your face away roughly with his cheeks as red as tomatoes. “Quit breathing down my neck you dumb whore!” He nearly screamed.

“But I like the smell of your hair.” You said with a soft smile, slightly regretting your words in worries of them being too weird. However, the compliment still successfully flustered Vance as he shakingly looked away, face burning hot, before growling to moving up to his feet. He roughly turned you by your shoulders to kick you away with a kick to the butt. “Get lost, clown cunt!!” He barked as you held in your amused laughter.

You were utterly addicted to Vance’s sweet blushes. And Vance could not get used to your unexpected compliments, no matter how often you fired them. It was just so amusing and cute to see how red the blush on his face got from the sudden abruptness of your adoration and how his body would physically cower away from your touch. He was like a hermit crab. But then he’d turn into a snapping turtle that would try to bite you for getting too close.

His go-to for getting flustered from your flirty advances was always anger, which was kind of cute half the time since he was like an angry kitten with those blushy cheeks and stuttering voice. Simply just saying “hi’ flusters him enough to try to punch you in the face. And one time while you watched him play pinball, you jokingly made a comment about you two getting married. He angrily chased you around town all afternoon.

It was entertaining though because as soon as you would stop giving him attention, he kind of started to act really soft and nervous to talk with you but as soon as he got that attention again, he’d go right back to being harsh. But now, Vance knew he had to let his pride down for a little bit as his eyes kept glancing out the Grab n Go window to where you stood while he played his pinball.

He had previously stomped on your foot and called you “a fucking trainwreck of a person” after you said that you really liked his clothing style. But that was all after you caught his smile when he did a cool trick with the pinball that he finally succeeded in doing. You stared at his unaware grin before you told him he had a very nice smile. The poor boy got so embarrassed that he purposely dropped his smile and moodily jerked his head so that his big hair would shield his mouth from you. He belligerently told you to hit the road but you told him you’d just wait for him outside in a slightly disappointed tone.

And that’s exactly what you did as you sat at the bench outside the Grab n Go, lost in your thoughts. After two and a half months, you were getting nowhere with him and receiving nothing but closed doors. Although your back and forth of teasing and defense was still amusing and entertaining, you wished the two of you would get along quicker. You hoped he would finally let his guard down and just let his blush sink after accepting your affectionate praises and flirty phrases. You wondered if this would all be worth it in the end or if you were just wasting your time.

Vance couldn’t stop nervously glancing at you through the window. Why hadn’t you stood your ground like you usually did? Why didn’t you stay to continue teasing him? Did he go too far this time? Had you finally taken enough of his defensive insults? Did you just give up on him?

He became so stressed that he had messed up on his coordination and lost his game. He annoyedly groaned and pounded an aggravated hand on the machine. Why was he so bothered with you halting your flirty budges? He had constantly pushed you away and shut down any reference you gave for engaging in a romantic relationship with each other.

But you just flustered him so much, you made him feel weak; so weak, too weak. You always have, ever since his crush on you first blossomed in middle school. But he was always so defensive with himself anytime you’d try to friendlily interact with him. He just hated how you made his insides feel like mush and all warm. He could barely form coherent sentences with you! He really couldn’t handle you.

As much as he pushed you away in fear of growing weaker, he always came back to you like he couldn’t get enough. Because behind all of his spiked walls he used as defense, he still craved and fantasized of that relationship with you.

But now you sounded so disheartened when you left his side. Was he losing your interest? Was he losing his chance with you? The chance he always dreamed of you as he stared at your hypnotic features in class. The chance he attempted when he bought you the drink you tried to buy before dropping it?

He knew he was losing that chance. And he was not going to waste it. So he let his pride down and left the Grab n Go to meet you where you sat. You looked up at him with curious eyes that were much too intense for him to keep eye contact with as his pupils looked to the side. He shoved his growing sweaty hands in his back pockets as he leaned on one hip. “Hey… um… I was-um-fuck..” His tongue felt fat as warmth began to sting the skin on his cheeks once again.

“Yeah?” You coaxed with a patient look. He bit the inside of his cheek. “Are you… doing anything later today?” He asked while his stare was still hooked to the ground. A smile birthed from the unexpected question on your face, your teeth showing. “Why do you want to know?” He grudgingly shrugged like a child. You exhaled a lighthearted laugh. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

Vance’s eyes flung wide open as he whipped his head to finally glare at you, angrily offended by how you asked him the exact thing he was referring to. “Fucking clown cunt! I do not like you like that!” You completely ignored his embarrassed tantrum, too focused on how he finally softened up enough to make a move back. “Well, what do you want to do?” You asked.

“Why the hell would I know?! This is all your fantasy you're forcing on me!” He growled, making you slightly tilt your head that he was trying to twist the situation around to make it sound like you were asking him out. ‘You asked me, though?’ “We could go mini golfing?” You suggested only for him to roll his eyes as he crossed his arms. “That’s fucking stupid.”

“We could go to the park?”

“Too damn boring, that means I have to listen to you run that loud mouth of yours for way too long.”

“We could go to the arcade?”

“And do what? Prove how bad you suck at every game you play?”

“We could go to the roller rink?”

“And have you embarrass me by falling on your clown face?”

“We can just get dinner?”

“Yeah right, you wouldn’t even know how much money to bring.”

You sighed in annoyance at how picky he was. “Then what about the movies?” His eyes lit up in a way that directly told you he liked the idea but returned to his streak of shut downs. “So you can get popcorn crumbs all over me? Literal hell.” You stood up and got in his flushed face. “Oh my god, let’s just do the movies! I know you’ve been wanting to see Mad Max.”

The fact that you knew his interest in the new film nearly rendered him unglued. But he kept his grumpy composure. “Ugh, fine, you cunt! If you’re gonna hump my leg about it! But just so you know I am not going to enjoy this!”

You smiled as he finally gave in. You stared at his face as he looked to the side once again, his cheek looking very inviting. You took a quick step closer and leaned up to plant a sweet peck on his cheek that momentarily warmed your lips up.

His features flinched and he looked down at you with a forced glare. But Vance secretly was exploding inside from happiness that he finally acted on the chance you gave him and that letting his pride down was so fucking worth it.

#reader insert #vance hopper imagine #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #the black phone imagine #the black phone x reader #the black phone

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50 Years of Kung Fu Movies

There’s an overlooked anniversary that hasn’t been widely reported much yet: as of March 2023, it’s been 50 years of Kung Fu movies in the United States.

Bruce Lee was not the first big international Kung Fu movie star. Rather, the first English-dubbed breakout Chinese martial arts movie to become a hit in the greater US (apart from Hawaii) was “5 Fingers of Death” (also called “King Boxer”) in 1973 starring Lo Lieh, six months before Bruce Lee’s “Enter the Dragon” and posthumous fame, making Lo Lieh the first true international Kung Fu star. There were lines halfway around the block at Times Square to see “5 Fingers of Death,” thanks to a radio giveaway in the New York area, and to those who first saw the movie, they remember the very first scene when the 63 year old Kung Fu master started backflipping and kicking out of nowhere and everyone watching this started losing their minds. “Five Fingers of Death” was like “Star Wars” in that it was a movie people saw over and over, minds blown, never having seen a film like this before.

Because Kung Fu movies were shown in less expensive grindhouse cinemas in urban areas, like seedy, pre-gentrification Times Square in New York, the audience for these films was disproportionately black, and to this day, the black community has a strong connection to 70s Kung Fu movies. Every middle aged black dad today loves this stuff. It isn’t just due to them being shown in inner city theaters, however, or on UHF stations where they were replayed cheaply on Saturdays. Rather, the success of Kung Fu movies in the black community is based on the themes of the movies. Most Kung Fu movies are about poor dishwashing working class underdogs in an unjust system, usually either Japanese Imperial Occupied China, or during the Manchu Dynasty, where China was ruled by despotic foreign conquerors. The heroes bow in humiliation at first, but who secretly take the power back through intensive personal training, blood and sweat and a montage, that lets them stand up to oppressors. As RZA of the Wu-Tang Clan explained: “when we saw these movies about opposing the Manchu Dynasty, it made us think we weren’t the only people in world history that ever went through this.”

When it comes to introducing the genre, “Five Fingers of Death” is a great “first movie,” a pure, emblematic example of what these movies look like. In the very first scene, in Japanese occupied China, an old Kung Fu Master who is our hero’s teacher is pursued by Japanese karate killers, enforcers of the occupation. His student, Lo Lieh, has to learn the iron palm technique in a brutal, bloody, visceral series of training montages to harden his palms to iron, which involve him excruciatingly breaking every finger in them. The themes of vengeance, pursuing justice under occupation, training montages that are as important as the action, and the theme of failing brutally over and over until it “clicks” and you have a miraculous “Eureka!” moment that every teacher recognizes and lives for. It helped it started with the Kung Fu right away....imagine seeing flips and flying kicks for the first time when you’re used to western bar brawls.

It’s worth noting that, despite being a hugely important moment in pop culture, 5 Fingers of Death was not a hit in Hong Kong, and was not even in the top 10 highest grossing movies of the year. It reminds me of Voltron, which is absolutely unknown and completely obscure in Japan, when elsewhere, it is THE giant robot show. The fact 5 Fingers was a big hit in the US absolutely baffled the Shaw Brothers, who were convinced to part with the rights for their movies for cheap, leading to a flood of Kung Fu movies. Notably, Lo Lieh, though he was the first Kung Fu movie star and a reliable martial arts leading man, did not have much of a career after this in lead roles. His character skills were best served playing villains in Shaw Films, notably as the evil Kung Fu eunuch supervillain, Pai Mei, in “Executioners from Shaolin” and “Clan of the White Lotus.” Tarantino wanted Lo Lieh to reprise his role of Pai Mei in Kill Bill Part 2, only to discover that he died just before filming.

#kung fu #lo lieh #70s

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Don't mind me, just talking about Shadow as being on the autistic spectrum, and how his portrayal in the games and anime (before 2010s era) reflected this even if it was never outright stated.

(TIME FOR A CHARACTER ANALYSIS ABOUT SHADOW THE HEDGEHOG)

When I was in high school, I struggled a lot in social situations, I'd go completely stiff and just watch people. I had a "resting bitch face", I never really could have conversations and seemed to just fixate on things. I'd make observations that irritated people. I'd ask "why" a lot. (Asking why or even asking 'obvious' questions seemed to make people think I was questioning their judgment, or that I was challenging them. But no, I just didn't understand and wanted clarification. I still run into this a lot and I wish people would stop assuming I have ulterior motives. I just wanna understand stuff better cause it doesn't connect for me. Even if it seems obvious. I'm the genius that asked my mom why she was crying at her dad's funeral when I was 11. It's not that I didn't understand why Grandpa was gone, I knew he passed away, but it hadn't really landed for me, and my brain registered my mom's sadness before it registered the why.)

I didn't like small talk (still don't) and would rather every interaction have a specific purpose. You'd never catch me at a party and I didn't think drinking or drugs looked fun or interesting. The act of rebelling didn't interest me either. The few interests I did have were something I'd always go back to, and I couldn't function without them. (For me, drawing has always been a huge part of my life and if I didn't have a pencil or pen and paper, then I couldn't hear. I know, very weird. If I were doodling or just even had my sketchbook open, I could study a lot easier. In High school, my teachers started telling me to put the sketchbook away, and my grades plummeted because my attention did, too. Trying to tell them just kind of led to the same old "well everyone else can't doodle so you can't either". I wasn't in any of the special ed stuff because I guess I masked too well.)

Sonic 06 and Sonic X have the same characterization for Shadow, especially in Japanese, and I think that's honestly the best he'd ever been-- he's quiet, he's reserved, he observes and he doesn't like to "waste time". Not because he's edgy, not because he's a jerk or too serious, but because he struggles in social situations and he's more introverted. He doesn't want to be the centre of attention, he doesn't enjoy any of that. Shadow also behaves like an adult, and I'm sure a ton of us on the spectrum have heard that before, that we're very mature for our age. In reality, we can't relate with our peers and have very fixated interests that don't really expand to other things. Limited interests and we just wanna do stuff tied to that. We know so much about that one thing or those things, but those things won't get you ahead in school. Unless you're LUCKY and your fixation is math, oy vey! (My fixation was etymology. I loved learning and knowing where words came from. Useful for 2 seconds in English class, quickly loses its usefulness in a skill-oriented world.)

I don't even think he's naturally boastful, at least he wasn't since SA2 (when he was an antagonist), but Sonic brings out a competitive side in him. Sonic brings out the childhood-self that he lost to trauma and being sealed away. Shadow never got to be a normal kid/adult. He has always had expectations placed on him. I think Sonic really brings out a side of him that even surprises himself. It's why he will even say very often "What am I doing?" or "This is such a waste of time!" but he won't STOP… Because he's having fun and doesn't know how to describe his own feelings. Shadow's the type who'll say "I'm fine" no matter what state he's in when you ask if he's okay. My spouse is like this actually-- I can often tell when he's feeling down, but he doesn't know how to describe emotions beyond functional things like "i'm healthy" or "i'm unhealthy", so he'll say he's fine even if he's having a melancholy day. I struggle with understanding my emotional responses, but not necessarily identifying them. A lot of people on the spectrum do struggle with identifying their emotions beyond empirical things. "Do I feel sick? No? then I'm fine" Shadow is exactly like this. And because his expression is so neutral, sometimes intense, he gets mistaken as being angry or too serious. In reality, he's just standing there. He's not gonna expend energy smiling when he's got nothing to smile about. Why force yourself to emote for people? Especially if it feels unnatural.

Another thing about Shadow being autistic is if he's got nothing to say, then he won't say it. If he wants to leave, he'll leave. Good luck stopping him! But for many actual people it's not an option to leave. We can't just teleport out or skate at lightning speeds like he can, so we have to just sit there and do little coping or self soothing methods to keep ourselves in the moment and calm. We don't often see Shadow stimming in traditionally understood ways, like lip biting or rubbing his arms or fidgeting with his fingers-- but he often stands with his arms crossed. This CAN BE a stim. Feeling the weight of your arms on top of each other, it allows for you to be aware of your own body. I fold my arms a lot in public, because I'm usually playing with the hem of my sleeves, or I'm rubbing my arms or squeezing them. Shadow doesn't seem to do any of that but he's rarely seen without his arms folded.

When his arms aren't folded, he stands so still and just stares at people. He looks completely out of his element. He doesn't seem to have a relaxed stance--until the anime, where he's shown standing with his hand on his hip. Rouge also does this, leading to the popular headcanons that Shadow is unintentionally imitating Rouge-- his masking leads him to identify the most 'normal' person in the room and copy their behavior in order to blend in better. Unfortunately it rarely, in my experience, leads to people NOT thinking I'm weird. Sometimes I'll even start imitating speech patterns or accents and BOY. I don't even realize I'm doing it until it HAPPENS. So embarrassing. But Shadow absolutely imitates everyone around him. We can see him do this even as far back as Sonic Heroes--that scene where he's nodding or shaking his head to whatever Rouge is saying. The scene where Sonic starts getting competitive and Shadow starts kind of imitating his posture and his way of speaking to become competitive with them-- I don't even think he realizes he's doing it. But it also makes sense with his NAME.

His name is Shadow. I think of Peter Pan, where Peter's Shadow can sometimes get away from him. Usually it does everything he does, but sometimes it gets away and does its own things, and Peter has to catch it. Wendy sews the shadow back on in Hook. I think Shadow's name is referencing that as well, that just like a shadow, he mimics those around him. He's watching over them, but also copying them. Learning to blend in.

Another moment I adore is in SA2 (and Sonic X) when Amy Rose hugs him from behind. According to the 2010s era and early IDW, you'd have expected Shadow to push her away or yell DONT TOUCH ME or whatever. But no, he actually just goes REALLY RIGID and doesn't even say anything. It isn't until Amy realizes her mistake that Shadow turns around to look at her, smiling like 'What are you doing???' But in Sonic X, they changed this scene further into autistic territory--

Shadow doesn't even TURN to her. He goes rigid, yes, and his eyes widen and he just stands there looking towards the audience like 8| He's completely OUT OF HIS ELEMENT. He prepared for the mission, NOT to deal with random people HUGGING HIM. He's probably not been hugged since Maria over 50 years ago. We don't even know if Maria hugged him much because Shadow has always seemed pretty touch-averse. I love GIVING hugs and I love receiving hugs but only from people I'm REALLY close to. I don't even like getting hugs from extended family. My spouse? VERY touch averse. He'll get hugs from me but hugging and touch are just not his thing. Shadow is not a huggy person, but he does tend to hold hands.

We know he grabbed and held Maria's hand, running with her-- but we never actually saw that until Sonic X (2003) he can be seen running with her away from the military, and he's holding her hand as he leads her. In Shadow the Hedgehog, Maria often grabs Shadow's hand when telling him things. This is also a grounding method to bring the person into the moment. For me, I feel like I can focus better on what my spouse is saying to me when he holds my hand and it's crowded or busy. Even in our home, if he wants to tell me something, I recommend that he hold my hand or touch my arm so I can focus on him better. This happens with Shadow.

Sonic doesn't tend to hold peoples' hands. In Sonic X he usually just picks people up, but we do see him grab Elise's arm in 06 and run with her. But holding hands? Not really his thing! Shadow does do it more often though. In Sonic X S3, in the episode, Molly's Dream, Shadow's immediate way of leading Molly away from danger is to grab and hold her hand. He even keeps holding her hand until she lets go. It speaks to me the sort of childlike behavior he may still be exhibiting, but not that I'm trying to say that autistic people are more like children. From my experience on the spectrum, I am more childish than my peers. I still react like a kid might to things, and I don't really think like an adult is expected to. I am mentally behind my peers as well, I think my emotional maturity is lower? But it's hard to measure that without a doctor. It's not just about laughing at fart jokes or knowing to pay bills, it's like, how I problem solve is more creatively aligned with kids than it is adults. This is both great and terrible, depending on the situation. A situation that requires math and stuff cannot be solved my way. A situation that involves encouraging kids to try again or be nice to each other, well it's very useful because I can communicate with them on their level (I was a teacher in South Korea for over half a decade, my brain was great for being a teacher but not great for other things).

I think Shadow really gets misread as a mean guy a lot, but he really isn't. I also don't really enjoy the headcanons that imagine him as very outgoing and whimsical when he was on the ARK, and I especially don't like headcanons that infantilize him-- I really don't like headcanons where people infantilize autistic people. We've seen Shadow when he loses his memories a few times. In Heroes, but also in S3 of Sonic X-- his personality is still the same. He's still reserved, he's still quiet, he still struggles in social situations and prefers getting to the point rather than dilly-dallying. I'd argue that he was exactly like that before the incident on the ARK, too. It's just that the incident caused his inner peace to be destroyed. His precious person, Maria, was no longer around and he lost everything all at once. He doubled down on the one thing that made sense: Revenge. But even after all of that was sorted out, he's not gonna just magically be a different person. He's still reserved, he's still serious, he's still "get to the point". If he played FFXIV, he'd only focus on main quests, and never do side quests. He'd never spend money on cosmetics, probably. He's likely a person who values gameplay over story. If the game is broken or the mechanics aren't utilized well, that's probably more what he'd be fixated on than whether the story was good or not. He'd skip through dialogue because he reads fast, even if the dialogue is voiced (my spouse does this and it drives me nuts. SHADOW I BEG OF YOU PLEASE DO IT FOR ME, DISABLE THE VOICE ACTING IN OPTIONS SO I STOP HEARING THE FIRST UTTERANCE OF A WORD EVERY TIME U MASH THROUGH THE DIALOGUE)

Trauma affects people in all kinds of ways. I don't think all autistic people are like Shadow, because autism is a spectrum and no two people present exactly the same, although there will be similarities. Shadow's trauma happened at a time where he barely knew himself already, so that's why it was so easy for him to fixate on revenge, and then he'd be content with dying afterwards because he figured he had nothing left to live for. Finding out he was wrong was the best thing that could have happened to him.

I was really saddened when SEGA decided he was an edgelord who hated everything and had no friends because that's such a horrible read of this nuanced character. In my personal headcanons for Shadow, he's actually very into plants and flowers, because Maria loved the planet so much. And eventually he learns to love the planet because of nature. Shadow's never going to be a people person, in fact he probably still doesn't care much for people as a whole, but that doesn't mean he won't step up when they need his help. Which is why his line in Sonic 06 is still so poignant. "If the world chooses to become my enemy, then I'll fight like I always have." Basically, it really doesn't matter, I've made my choice, I know who I am now and I get to make those decisions. No one else will shake the foundations of who I am.

And because he knows who he is, he doesn't feel the need to repeat it and boast about himself. He's confident, not arrogant. He can be smug and competitive, but that's playfulness, not cruelty. He's quiet and may just straight up walk away while someone is mid-sentence, but that's not because he's evil or intentionally being a jerk-- it's just how he is. He needs to work on it if he wants to have friends, but his friends already understand him very well. They know that he's like that, and from what we saw in The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog, occasionally they forget it's not personal. I'm happy to see them admitting "oh no, I completely misjudged you, I'm so sorry!" because it's been way too long since we've heard the main cast apologize to Shadow for assuming he was a big jerk on purpose.

Knowing the restrictions on how Shadow is written have been lifted, I'm really hoping we can get more of how he's meant to be, the reserved, socially awkward but well-meaning hedgehog we love. Autistic Shadow FTW!

(our experiences and headcanons

may differ, that's okay.)

#character analysis #character meta #shadow character meta #shadow the hedgehog #long post #sonic the hedgehog #sth shadow #shadow autism moments #he's just like me fr fr #sonic headcanons #shadow headcanons

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Next to Me(Emmett Cullen)

Chapter 4: The big vampire with the dimples

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After we gathered our stuff we headed to English-3. “Mr. Banner this is Y/n Swan” Tyler said as we walked in the classroom.

“ah yes Y/n you can take a seat next to Emmett" Mr. Banner looked up to the class. “Raise your hand would you please Emmett” I looked around intill is saw a buff teenage boy with black hair Raise his hand.

“well shucks we aren't settling next to each other” I joked to Tyler. “you'll live” he Smiled, pushing me towards my assigned seat.

As soon as I sat down I got a big wif of another vampire. God sometimes I hate being a werewolf but than is it wasn't the bad smell like Edward. The Pack would always talk about how awful they smelled but this it wasn't bad. The smell was a kinda comforting and calming. The smell of old spice and seader wood. I was kinda drawn too it and I kinda freaked me out. Vampire are supposed to stink... Right?

The next smell wasn't too appealing, it was the same smell that surrounded him. The awful smells concluded there was more than one vampire in here.

“hay, I'm Emmett” the gruff voice said. I turned to my left and smiled. “hay I'm y/n” he smiled showing his dempiles which was weirdly adorable.

'wow he's cute' I thought. I was too shy to make eye contact or anything. He stuck out his hand for me to shake it. I placed my hand in his ice cold hand. It didn't bother me as I already expected it. No other words were exchanged due to the fact Mr. Banner didn't waist any time starting his class and also made sure he used his time to his advantage.

I looked forward trying focaus on the lesson on Hamlet but as I set there I felt his gold eyes on me. I slowly looked in the corner of my eye and as I did Emmett's face shot forward. After a while I looked over to his side of the table and observed for a bit.

He was ridiculously handsome. He had slight boyish looks and he was huge, like superhero build. Everything about him seemed adorable and perfect honestly. The only way could describe him like this: his massive form and Pale skin kinda remained me of an innocent polar bear cub. He didn't look like he had any agrestion to him. His gold eyes were probably my favorite part of him.

He looked to his his right and tried to catch me while I was staring but i quickly looked away like he did.

He let out a sigh. I expect it to be laced with annoyance but it wasn't at all. Maybe compassion? Kindness? He looked over at me and like I once did he looked down before I could catch him staring.

When I looked down and I saw a poorly folded paper airplane on my notebook. I knitted my eyebrows together and looked to my left. Tyler pointed to the airplane and shook his hand.

“okay chill” I mouthed as I opened it.

Why is he staring at you? You know each other?

-Tyler

I rolled my eyes and flip the note to the other side. I scribbled down my response and folded it back up and launched it back. Before Tyler could open it the bell rang. Emmett got up from his seat and walked around the table.

“see ya around y/n” he smirked and walked out of the classroom. Tyler walked up to me and looked slightly shocked.

“I'm suprised”

“why's that?” I asked walking out of the classroom with him. We stopped by our lockers and Tyler continued to talk as he pulled out his history book. “the Cullens are the quietest people I know and they usually only stick together, but then you show up and they're all warm and friendly”

“Emmett is a cool guy and all, but I just haven't heard much out of 'em” Tyler shrugged. “anyway, the band room is at the end of hall.. Seea at lunch”

“see ya” I said walking down the hallway tyer talked about. I wasn't surprised when Tyler said the Cullens kept to themselves and I didn't blame them for wanting to be left alone. They probably wanted to be as normal as possible but that doesn't meen they had to be social butterflies.

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I walked into the band room and so many different things were happening all around and there was many sounds to be heard. As I silently walked through the sea of instruments and teens I felt a couple of eyes land on me. I ignored it the best I could as I walked to the teacher who's name was Mrs. Holly.

“hello y/n, I hear you want to do percussion" the woman was middle age and kinda short. Her hair was a blond with a bit of gray and it was cut short. She had kind but yet serious look to her. I didn't know how she heard but didn't think much of it as me and Bella were the talk of the school.

“y-yes ma'am” I said wishing I wasn't as shy as I was. “hay no need to be nervous I bet you'll catch on pretty quickly” Mrs. Holly smiled.

I nodded as I she lead me to a snare drum and some symbols. I pulled my black drum sticks out of my pocket and kept my eyes down on the cream colored drum. As I stood there as Mrs. Holly explained the routine. I looked around as the others warmed up or just talked. The band was kinda small but the talent shined making it seem bigger than it was.

Mrs. Holly then turned away as the door opened revealing Edward Cullen. He walked in quietly and went towrds the piano. “Edward your late”

Edward shot an apology as Mrs. Holyy turned to me. “Edward is my teachers assistant... He can help you till you get used to everything”

I tired to tell her thst wasn't necessarily but she was already gone to retrieve Edward. On the other side of the room I could see Edward nodding as he shut the piano and walked over to the back where I was.

“Hey, Edward” I mumbled twiddling my drumb sticks. This time he held a genuine smile and started showing me the music the class used for pep-band. According to Edward the 2nd semester was strictly pep-band practices and concert stuff... That was fine by me.

As Mrs. Holly and the drumb major got the rest of the class warmed up me and Edward sat in silence. I took longer than my old school did so after about five minutes of total silence from Edward I pulled my book out trying to pass the time.

“What are you reading?” Edward asked quietly. I marked my spot with my thumb and showed him the cover. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

“I've read them all... I don't like Cedric very much” he mumbled. I looked at him suprised. “really? There's isn't really any characters I hate... Maybe the Dersleys but”

“don't tell my brothers but I could talk about Harry Potter for hours... It's the only modern literature I enjoy” Edward said.

“what's your Hogwarts house?” I asked I think I found a topic me and Edward can use to be comfortable around each other.

“Ravenclaw” he awnsered with a smirk.

I smiled brightly as I felt the ice breaking. “same here”

He looked at me and nodded. It was like a confirmation that this was a start of an unlikely friendship. Then band went on as Edward gave me tips and got my new music in order. The class went a on a lot better than expected. The fear of being behind and not being able to catch on was scarce, but it was honestly great.

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“so school isn't so bad” I said to Tyler as we both walked into the cafeteria with Eric. They slightly laughed and pushed the door open for us.

“I can only say it gets worse.” Tyler said. Eric was quick to shake his head though. “it really doesn't”

The tree of us stop and looked around at all the tables. Everyone had their groups and they all made sure to get the empty table. “where should we sit?” I asked before we could speak Bella singled us to join her. Eric then smiled. “oh yeah we can introduce you to the rest of the group”

“fair warning Jessica is kind of a bitch but she means well” Tyler said as Eric left us to set next to a girl with dark hair and a blonde boy. When we got to the table Tyler pulled up a chair for me and I smiled at everyone.

“hay you must be Y/n, I'm Mike” the blond boy smiled then nodded towards my amigo. “hay Ty” Tyler fist bumbed Him then sat down next to me. We all started eating most of the attention was pointed towards my cousin which I was thankful for.

“who are they?” Bella asked. I looked up and the smell of vampire slapped me in the face. I let out a cough the smell slightly overwhelming but something seamed to sooth the discomfort. The same comforting smell old spice with a hint of Cedarwood. Emmett was here alone with Edward. His vampire musk didn't bother me much anymore.

“they're the Cullens” Angela smiled. She's a sweet and gentle type of person. Probably my favorite person out of Tyler's friend group.

“they are doctor Cullen and Mrs. Cullens foster kids” Jessica added. “they all moved here from Alaska a few years ago”

“they really don't say much and keep to themselves” Angela said. I looked over and watched a Tall Blond girl walk in with guy with jet black hair. The guy had his arm around the blond and couldn't stop smiling at her. Like anyother vampire the both of them had movie star good looks.

“so the blond girl is Rosalie and the guy with the black hair is Damon..there like a thing” Jessica said. Another guy was behind them. He looked slightly liked Damon and had dirty blond hair that was styled to perfection. “the guy behind them is Stefan. He's damon's biological brother”

“they're last name is Salvatore.. They're Mrs. Cullen's nephews I think” Angela added. Neither one of them had the gold eyes like the Cullens. It's weird because they're vampires I can smell it.

“Stefan is part of the foot ball team” Mike said like I was supposed to care. I hate sports. I looked over to said boy. He didn't look like a football player. He was handsome but not as handsome as Emmett. I shook my head at the thought that snuck its way into my brain. This is a disaster waiting to happen.

“I'm not even sure what they're doing is legal” Jessica said witch weirdly pissed me off. “what is it?” Bella asked.

Jessica kinda scoffed “they're together like together, together... Rose and Damon then Alice and Jasper” she said

“Jess they're aren't actually related” Angela defended.

“but they live together it's weird” Jessica said. Tyler rolled his eyes and whispered in my ear. “she got rejected by Edward, she's been judging them ever since” I slightly laughed feeling proud of Edward.

“anyway, the little dark haired girl is Alice she's really weird” I looked up at the girl. She looked too kind to be weird but also sometimes the weird people are the coolest kinda people.

“she's with the blond guy Jasper... The guy who looks like he's in pain” Jessica said. I looked at Jasper and felt bad for his label Jessica assigned him. He just looked like he didn't want to be here and he was going through a lot... I know that look.

“Dr. Cullen is like this foster dad slash match maker” Jessica said. “and he's not too bad looking himself” Angela added. I actually laughed at one.

“maybe he'll adopt you” Jessica teased Angela

“okay... who are they?” Bella asked as Emmett and Edward set down with their family.

Jessica smiled. “Emmet and Edward Cullen, both are totally gorgeous but apparently no one is good enough for them” Jessica took a pause. “like i care”

“Sure you don't” I said sarcastically aseveryone turned to me. “what?” she asked.

“well you obviously care.. You are willing to complain because you couldn't score a date with one of them. Then your ready to judge every single member of that family” Jessica scoffed and she looked like she was about stabe me with her fork. The boys slightly smirked and chuckled as I sat there staring back at her. before a fight could break loose Mike stood up and pulled Jessica away by the sleeve of her jacket.

“why did you do that?” Bella asked me. I shrugged then looked at her friends. “sorry guys”

Angela shook her head. “no, don't be, she needs to he put in her place every once in a while”

“but you don't need to get into trouble on your first day” Bella clarified. I rolled my eyes.

“so on the subject of the Cullens, when did they move to town?” I asked pulling my lunch out of my bag. Tyler shrugged as he opened my bag of Doritos. “a couple months ago they're from Alaska like Jessica said”

“Emmett seems nice” I mumbled as I nibbled on my apple. “and Edward is in a few of my class, he's pretty friendly too” I said as Tyler over his shoulder then looked back to us and then looked behind him again.

“what's the matter?” I asked. “I think Emmett is staring at you again” I slightly looked over my shoulder to looked over at the table of vampires. As Emmett's gold eyes met mine he gave me a smirk. I blushed and immediately looked away.

“Aw, he likes you” he joked and I rolled my eyes in response while hitting his shoulder. Bella looked back at the cullen table then back at ours and eyes held nothing but pure jealousy

“it's nice really, the Cullens could use some friends outside of there group” Angela said.

“I'm kidding... The Cullens are harmless” Tyler said. The rest of lunch we all just joked around and Angel compared schedules to see if we had similar classes. According to Eric the rest of the day should be easy, I just had biology, a study hall, and a Art class

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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Hi, I think this maybe constitutes a Wales Question! So, I'm English originally, currently in my third year at Aber university, and its reputation for "that place you go to study and then never ever leave" is looking like it's holding true. I've been living with two very good friends of mine who are extremely Welsh for nearly 2 years now, and in that time I've been slowly picking up bits of Welsh culture and language (it started with me not wanting to mess up trying to pronounce the biology building name and looking like an idiot, but I got very interested from there, and plan on taking a class after I graduate).

I'm serious about wanting to live here, I've fallen in love with the town and the country ever since my knowledge of it evolved from "dragons and sheep and funny long names on road signs" that I thought as a kid, and I've genuinely enjoyed being brought into the fold and joining in stuff with my friends, But. my friends are very adamant that this means I can Be Welsh, and I'm not sure how to take it. On one hand, of course I would like to be, but I'm not sure how much I can claim that confidently- I didn't grow up here, have barely lived here for that long, and there's still a lot I don't get so I'm worried about making it weird. On the other, I think adamantly declaring myself English instead and turning them down is very very easy to take the wrong way!

As the most vocally Welsh person I am aware of on tumblr, I am humbly requesting your take on this... would it be considered unreasonable for foreigners to claim Welshness, with enough effort put in to learning ofc? It would be very nice and appreciated to get a second opinion :)

Diolch yn fawr iawn!

Okay so obviously I am slapping on a HUGE caveat here that I am No One, I am just another stranger at the shouting match who sometimes has some thoughts about things I see and the ability to amusingly compare things to other things. What follows are the lukewarm takes of Just Some Person, and not to be taken as gospel in any way.

But also lol you did ask and I love giving opinions, I do, so let's gooooo

So first up, I do think you're slipping into the fallacy here of playing the Boxes Game with something that doesn't fit neatly into boxes, as indeed nothing about humans and people and humans being people actually does. The thing about national/cultural identity is that they aren't precise, immutable data points. 'Culture' is already quite a loose and ethereal beast - you're basically drawing a circle around a bunch of things and going "Everything in here is X Culture!", and you'll be largely right doing that; but, the edge of the circle isn't, in reality, a hard border. It's a gradient. The circle will overlap with other circles, too. And sometimes even the things in the centre of the circle turn out to be absent half the time, and it's all a bit messy. Really, it's a bell curve, and you're just looking to see what turns up most frequently, with the understanding that you only get the big picture from all the data points together.

Nationality is even fuzzier, tbh. It's a highly personal thing. I'm very Welsh - my Welshness, though, looks different even from other Welsh people in Swansea, and certainly from a Welsh person living in Caernarfon. There are definitely unifying elements; but ultimately, it's something you kind of carve out for yourself, both consciously and unconsciously.

And I bring that up because part of your question is, "At what point do I cross the line into the circle? How long do I have to wait and how much do I have to do before Welshness happens? When do I get to claim the label?"

And there's no answer to that. Not for anyone. This is an identity issue, not a hard scientific concept. Kind of reminds me of a lot of questioning folks in the queer community, in fact. Humans like boxes and labels because they're comforting, but ultimately, we fit in them about as well as angry cats.

With that said, though, it's certainly true that there is a profound and observable difference between a naturalised citizen and a long-term tourist, which I think is the root of your fears here. A Brit who likes holidaying to Spain and decides to go and live there but doesn't learn Spanish, doesn't integrate with the local community, doesn't respectfully partake of any local customs (especially if they condescendingly view the local customs as quirky or quaint, or worse, look down on them), who learns nothing of the history of the area or wider country... that Brit could live there for 40 years, could even go the whole hog and get Spanish citizenship. But they are nothing more than a long-term tourist. Part of claiming culture and nationality is that it's not a spectator sport.

But by contrast, if that Brit were to learn Spanish and use it in everyday life (even if they sometimes fell back on English, or used a funky mix like Spanglish sometimes); if they learned all the history, INCLUDING and MOST ESPECIALLY all the pressure points that mean a Brit in particular cannot do X thing or make X joke; if they integrate with the local community, helping neighbours and coming to community events; if they respectfully take part in local customs, and only add elements of their own culture after learning about the customs properly so they know which bits are important and which can be amended...

Well, that's a totally different matter, isn't it?

It sounds like you're in the latter camp. It's particularly encouraging that your Welsh friends are already adopting you, in the broody chicken fashion of Welsh Mams Everywhere, because it suggests that while you may be English, you aren't English TM (you know the type). So, that's a good start, and it certainly puts you on the path to Naturalised Citizen.

So at that point, I suppose it becomes a matter of personal comfort. You're certainly right that it's still, relatively speaking, quite a new facet of your identity that you've only just started exploring and developing. Learning Welsh, when you get round to it (check with the university by the way, Aber is very keen on helping students learn and can get you cheaper/free courses), will push you several miles down that road, because that's a big effort expenditure AND it will put you in touch with the second of Wales' two dominant cultures.

But ultimately, the label you use has to be down to what you feel fits best, and what you're comfortable with. If you aren't comfortable with 'Welsh' yet, then that's completely fine - it's not for you at the minute. Put it on a back burner. Maybe use 'British' for now? In place of 'English', which is more specific. Maybe you can say you're "from England originally", or that you were born there but live here now; both of those are accurate, but also give the statement of intent. They make it clear that, as an adult, Wales is 'home'. This is where you're choosing.

In any case... croeso i'r clwb! And a thousand thanks for learning the language, and even just for the effort you've put in so far. Even just learning the pronunciation puts you miles above most English people, in spite of it being such a basic thing to do. It's more appreciated than you can know.

Also sorry this got long lol

#WALES!#closed for cleaning on mondays #asks #long post

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i do feel sad sometimes that i didn't have any access to english folk trads when i was growing up. i got into irish folk stuff as a tween in part because that was the only sort of folk i really knew about; i didn't have many local musicians to learn from so i got it from youtube and clannad CDs. as an adult most of the folk that's available to me is actually scottish, even though i'm a very long way from scotland, just due to the vibes of where i live. when i play sessions in donegal i don't have the same tunes as people there but i don't have english ones either, i've mostly got scottish ones and there's nothing wrong with that but it's also not grounded in any of the communities i'm actually a member of. there's something about having to borrow it from elsewhere because your own communities have become disconnected that DOES feel alienating

my parents are classically trained (though not musicians by profession) so i grew up with a lot of music but none of it was trad – i played in youth orchestras and wind bands and pit orchs for musicals. they didn't have any interest in folk music even though i know my paternal grandad did play it because i have his "fiddler's tunebook" from 1953 (i never met my paternal grandad though, he died before i was born). it would have made a difference if they did, i think, but our area didn't really have any folk going on, so maybe not that much difference unless they were keen enough to travel for it. they always thought of it as faintly embarrassing, though. when i got into irish music my family referred to it as "diddly diddly music", but in general it would be a lot more socially acceptable to say you do irish dance than to confess to being a clog dancer

but i think a huge part of it is also a class thing. the middle class classical musicians vs the peasant folk musicians, the highly trained dancers in studios vs the everyman in the pub in his boots... there's been a lot of social mobility in my family history and a couple of generations back they were a lot poorer so maybe that's why the folk got left behind as a remnant of those years

and i wonder if that's maybe at the root of a lot of english weirdness about folk traditions. like modern competitive irish dancing as we know it is basically the invention of the gaelic league and a lot of its distinctive features, such as the upright upper body, were specifically constructed to distinguish it from the more relaxed "peasant" styles and to make it a socially acceptable and sophisticated form of national heritage etc etc (catherine foley has an interesting book on the history of it if you want more on that). and this was obviously largely a response to colonisation. the same didn't really happen to the music tho. and the english, as the colonisers, had nothing to defend their heritage against, so that's part of why so much of it got lost, but also never elevated it from being the tradition of working people and peasants and whatever. and the english are SO weird about class (as something quite distinct from income/wealth) so of course folk music and dance would often get pushed aside in favour of ballet and classical music as the acceptably middle class arts, and therefore the folk trads get relegated to an embarrassing footnote that you don't admit to participating in in polite company (read: middle class company)

dunno. some sociologists and ethnomusicologists have probably written about this in more depth and with actual data and better wording. i'm just musing on my own experiences and observations

#i am not gonna take up clog dancing but that's because i'm disabled and have bad knees #personal #folk music

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kukuandkookie · 6 months

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I don’t feel like making a huge post about it right now since it would require me to write and compile images and I just screamed about it at my friends BUT…

If you’re a fan of Black Butler I recommend you check out 《玷染》 (Dianran) aka Taint 👀

And yeah okay I know the English name is a little awkward considering what “taint” means in English slang, but tbh…considering how horny this manhua is, it’s actually a pretty fitting name. 😂

But yes here’s why:

^ …Yeah I could just leave it at “read it for the hot characters” but actually I will add some more context below hahahaha:

It’s got demons, tentacles, sexualization of the church, mysteries involving dark/demonic entities in a European-inspired setting, and a bit of (not a lot just yet but still seems to be gearing up for more!) commentary on the gaps between classes.

We’ve also gotten a few clues to both main characters’ pasts, and they seemingly involve torture, experimentation, demons, deaths, amnesia, and more suffering.

It’s actually really interesting given we’re still early on in the story and we’ve gotten a few big crumbs so far, but they are still crumbs. I’m quite curious as to how all the parts of the backstory revealed so far tie together and led to our protagonists meeting the way they did today. 👀

Also the demon, Cross or Kurose, who has tentacles and is super attached to Eli, a member of the church, is very flirtatious and touchy-feely and even gets tortured and leashed and muzzled…

So you know. If you’re into that stuff, this manhua has a lot of it, even with censorship being in place. I’m genuinely surprised by how much it got away with; like in the most recent chapter (chapter 13 as of the time I’m writing this post), Cross rips off Eli’s underwear. 😂

I hope some people join me in this fandom eventually LGNSKFJSKS. So far it feels like I’ve been bursting to get my friends to read it and share it but I don’t want to be annoying to them haha.

Like if you enjoy Black Butler and I Have to Be a Great Villain and Kiss the Abyss and series like those, this could be up your alley!!

(Of course, do be aware that like those series, this one also contains “dark” content! Specifically violence with blood and all that, some less than consensual sexually tense encounters, and even body horror!)

Although I will say that hell, Cross isn’t that “toxic” or “violently possessive” of a love interest so far. He’s just clearly got his own goals which occasionally clashes with Eli’s, but it’s clear he really really likes Eli and doesn’t actually want him to come to harm, to the point of protecting him. And even when Eli is harsh with him in his distrust, Cross doesn’t mind. It makes for a fun dynamic. 👀

There is an English “fan” translation out there, but the original is on the QQ manhua app!

#manhua #玷染 #taint #I have to be a great villain #kiss the abyss #manga #black butler #<- tagging these for exposure I’m sorry 😔#demon #cw: violence #cw: body horror #<- this post doesn’t really contain it but the manhua will!!#kuku88 #kuku rambles #long post #dianran #dian ran #blemishing the contaminated

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ameonds-dragonn · 1 year

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Hotd modern au

I got inspired by @sansaorgana she made me fall in love with this au 🥰

For warning, this was something quick I made on my phone so probably ain’t great. But enjoy 💚

We’ve agreed that the Targaryens are rich as fuck, i think it’s old money like the Kennedy’s. Visryes is a huge lawyer and Daemon gives me Wall Street investors or CEO vibes. And Alicent is stay at home mommy that loves her kids. Nrya is Sahm as well but she modeled some I think, not runway model thou.

Aegon is a pothead/frat boy obviously, he only parties at college. Not caring if he graduates or not, Vis probably pays the uni a shit ton of money. Every once in awhile he puts an effort for classes :) He dresses like a frat boy and a stoner had a baby. Slides 99.8% of the time, hoodies that have his frat house name Or university name on it. He owns one part of jeans and slacks(they stay at home 99%). Smells like cigarette smoke, small vanilla notes and whiskey. Knows he can get away with failing school, getting pulled over, screwing girls. He knows Alicent loves him bc he’s her first baby. He’s not dumb as people think he is. He loves his mama too but kinda takes advantage of it.

Aemond is a Harvard baby through and through! Most likely an English major, but he also gives me medical school vibes(personally for me). He puts school first, he knows not everyone can get into Harvard so he appreciates that he did. Ameond is the campus mysterious heartthrob. Girls and gays love him! He’s 6’5, blonde with shoulder length hair, wears leather and black clothing w/sliver rings. Little whore! Also he has his scar on his eye. Obviously dragons aren’t real for us. So Aemond and Luke didn’t fight each other over Vhgar. I’m thinking he lost it on accident, maybe Vis took him and Aegon knife throwing or one of the neighbors kids and him were playing with sticks or something. Personally the scar is what made fall in love with him. It’s him no matter what au it is. It shaped him to who he is as a person. He’s a huge mama’s boy! He don’t hide it either, he loves Alicent.

When he comes home from school for the summer and Christmas, he brings gifts for her and Heleana. Stuff he saw while he was out one Saturday, little trinkets, shoes, books. Anything that reminded him of his mom and sister. Also does this for his S/O, he’s just a sweet emo boy!

Heleana still loves her bugs and other creepy crawlers! We stan Helena the bug queen in this house 💚 she’s the quiet girl that is always reading a book, drawing in her sketch pad. Has earbuds in, but will take them out if anyone talks to her. Loves old English literature and plays. She loves NYC and broadway, she gives me NYU vibes. Definitely lives in NYC but goes upstate a lot bc of nature. Also I think she would be a witch or at least into paganism. Aemond is close to Salem, MA so he goes and gets her stuff from the shops. He has 6 tarot decks that he plans on taking home along with crystals and books he got for her. TSA workers hate Aemond bc he goes over the weight limit with his suitcases.

Alicent, my favorite mom! Okay so, Alicent was Vis’ sugar baby when she was 20ish. Went to school with Nrya and ended marrying her dad. But I don’t think they hate each other in this AU, probably not each other’s fans. I think Nrya and Harwin are together, probably met on a photo shoot set. Harwin was definitely a model or an actor in his day. Anyways! Alicent got pregnant with Aegon before the wedding, you could see her bump in her dress. Vis works 24:7 so Alicent got very close with Aegon as a baby. Aegon looks after her always has! She was very involved with school when the kids were little. PTA mom, sports mom, art/theater mom, she always supports her kids and their activities. Calls them each everyday to see what’s new, are you sick?, how’s the money looking? She used to feel insecure about being a young mom, but now she’s 43 and her kids are in college. She has so much free time now! Definitely the hot mom, also the cool mom(mean girls hey!). Alicent was meant to be a mother, she truly loves her kids and wants the best for them. She don’t give me toxic mother in law vibes

Nrya is the first child of Vis, so he is crazy over her. He’s still in Nrya’s lane, but he talks to the other kids moreish. Nrya became a model her junior year of college. Has been covers of vogue, vanity fair, a bunch of wedding mags. It’s how she met her husband, Harwin. They fell in love and had Jace, Luke, Joff, the twins. Definitely a boy mom but she loves being a mom.

#modern hotd au #aemond targaryen #aegon targaryen #helena targaryen #alicent hightower

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souryogurt64 · 1 month

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unrelated to everything else on this blog but i noticed you mention that you do copywriting now....was wondering if you could say anything abt how you found your job/what kinds of things you do day to day etc (only if you want to + are able ofc!!) its just im an advertising major dangerously close to graduating with no idea what to do but i've taken some copy classes recently and it's got me interested...would love to hear stuff from someone working in it that isn't just extremely generic blurbs about linkedin or personal branding or teamwork or whatever. ugh.

Um yeah so this is like my education and career story of how I ended up an English Major With A Job. This is a really long and more personal, but I feel like having context explains how/why a lot of this happened and is more Real than like trying to give advice.

So I’m not getting into details of this, but important context is that my parents intentionally manipulated/tricked/forced me into going to a really crappy tiny Christian college in the middle of nowhere because they believed big schools were “dangerous.” I got into a lot of really good schools but was not allowed to go.

ANYWAY, while I was in college I basically felt like my life was fucked forever because of the above so it was all hopeless and was not interested in a lot of internships or career stuff. Being a junior during Covid contributed to this feeling a lot and I was just not focused on job experience when it felt like the world was ending. One tiny good part of this school, though, is because it was so fucking terrible, I could basically do whatever I wanted.

So I “started a zine” and also started interviewing bands for college radio. Because the school wasn’t actually policing this, I continued this for a bit after graduation in 2021. Over 200 bands were interviewed. I was also incredibly obsessed with the Burger/SWMRS Implosion and live-blogging it on Tumblr and it felt, to me, like that mattered more than anything I was “supposed” to be doing.

This consumed all of my time, and I had a clear vision that either this was going to rocket launch me directly into becoming like a Real Music Journalist or I was going to crash and burn and like wait tables for the rest of my life or become an English teacher. At no point did I feel anxiety that I was doing the wrong thing.

So anyway, I moved to Chicago. Shortly after, I got a message on Tumblr from someone who did not really use Tumblr, but read my posts about the SWMRS thing. We became acquainted and hung out a few times. (important later)

Meanwhile, it really started to feel like the zine was “””getting cool opportunities””” and I had a tangible career path there. So I kept focusing on that. I was mostly paying rent with restaurant gigs, but I was also working part-time booking live music and doing social media for a small business back in Iowa, and was doing sketchy writing jobs on Craigslist for extra money / to put on a resume.

However, it soon felt like these supposed grand music opportunities were not actually going anywhere, and this new """cool""" work was benefiting these random PR people and not the zine. It caused a lot of tension within the zine. There was also tension because I felt "My Zine" had become "Everyone's Zine" against my will, but somehow in spite of this, I was doing the vast majority of the work and felt pressured into doing a lot of this work by people on the zine who wanted to talk to every PR person and band and label ever but did not want to commit to doing that work themselves.

Anyway then, one day, like 2 days after posting my PGMG essay, I got a mysterious email with huge ginormous red letters on it asking my zine to cover a record label Pete Wentz and Mark Hoppus were doing. Deep down, a part of me will always believe that Pete saw my essay and liked it enough to change my life forever.

Anyway, ~surprise~, it involved cryptocurrency (important later), which at no point was specified to me and I had been bamboozled. I was so upset I cried and people called me dumb on Tumblr and I tried to defend myself and it was all very embarrassing. I am glad this happened to me but it also hurt. Some days I believe whoever was behind this knew they had to trick me so I would obtain the benefits, some days I feel like this was purposefully mean, some days I believe this was some 4D chess ploy for what actually ended up happening, some days I think it was a random coincidence, and some days I feel like none of it ever happened and I’m crazy.

Regardless, the fact that this happened, and the fact that I believed it was because of my essay, also contributed a massive amount to ongoing tension within the zine. (I promise this is all relevant at some point.)

Anyway like 6 months later the band from the Crypto Incident was in town. We interviewed them and they were the biggest band we'd ever talked to. Honestly, this was the worst and weirdest experience I’ve ever had interviewing a band bc of their manager. The band was a pleasure to talk to but the experience was Bad. Also, due to ongoing tension, the other zine person was being difficult leading up to the interview. During, she went off script and asked the band to "spill tea" regarding Blink182 drama. This was so out of character for her and our friendship and the professional standard I held myself to and everything we had done together prior. The band and their manager took it very badly, and I felt like she deliberately did it because this was so important to me.

Anyway, I had deluded myself some reason that I ABSOLUTELY needed to write a huge dramatic feature. The band did not repost it and their manager left me on read. They also made a glowing post about a crypto fluff piece written by a hot girl at like the same time. I know there are plenty of girls in the world who are way hotter than me and also way more talented writers than me, but I was very bothered about the crypto aspect.

All of this upset me so badly I decided my dream of making it in music journalist was pointless and childish because I was not hot or willing to write crypto fluff pieces. I was also really upset with my friend for sabotaging the interview and felt like I couldn’t trust her anymore. It was all very dramatic and there was a huge blowout and I was like crying in the street outside Target and Hey Chris almost ran me over with his bike.

ANYWAYYYY, at this point I decided the zine was over and my dream of being in music was over permanently and I was going to grow up and get a job and never interview a band again. It all hurt a lot.

SO, I talked to that former SWMRS fan I mentioned at the beginning of this, and asked if she knew anyone that was hiring. Because she was the only genuinely employed person I knew. She then talked to her manager (VP of marketing at the company), and they were hiring a copywriter in India but were willing to make an exception for me. The job was a really good job, and asked for 5 years of full time copywriting experience. I had graduated a year and a half prior and had basically no experience. I had done a few things like write blog articles on occasion and do a "summer internship" at a "magazine", but NOTHING of this caliber. Again, I was working a few hours a week posting on Instagram and booking music for a small business, but this was not “copywriting.”

Anyway, my life for the next three months became hardcore studying marketing nonstop and kind of crash-course prepping for interviewing for this job I had no experience for. This felt do or die, this was my one shot, and I could not blow it. I took prepping very seriously and I was handwriting out over and over marketing concepts and vocabulary terms for hours each day, as well as answers to typical interview questions, and I was also reciting these things and filming myself.

There were 2 interviews but the process somehow dragged out for three months. The first interview was pretty quick and with HR, and was very technical. It was so stressful I almost cried during it. It was definitely a "weed-out" interview.

But the final interview took forever to schedule. I know now was because the guy from earlier was in India on business. There is a 12 hour time difference. They told me this, but at the time, I felt like they were actually moving forward with other applicants and I was extremely upset.

I did not tell anyone I was applying because I felt I was going to either get this job or shoot myself. The stress of this and how intensely I was prepping ruined Thanksgiving and Christmas, and once it dragged out towards my birthday I got really fed up and wanted it to be over, so I sent an email saying I was available to interview from midnight-2am.

I think they thought I was bluffing because they scheduled an interview at a normal time and then suddenly moved it to like the next night at 1am.

Anyway, I absolutely slayed this interview. I felt super high on life and at my absolute best during this. I had sort of transcended to a state where I didn’t even want the job, I just wanted this to end. He was blown away by the fact that I was interviewing at 1am, but I definitely feel my best and brightest at 1am so this helped too.

There was no discussion of marketing stuff at all in this 2nd interview. I pretty much just talked about myself and my zine with the interviewer.

And this is where all the extended CRYPTOCURRENCY BACKSTORY comes in. Basically the jewel of my """"portfolio""""" and the only real marketing writing I had done was unwittingly advertising Pete Wentz Cryptocurrency. I had poured like every ounce of my heart and soul and passion and effort into writing this because it was Pete Wentz and I did not know it was cryptocurrency.

And because it was CRYPTOCURRENCY (even though I hadn’t known that) the interviewer was very interested in this. I did not really have any context for this at the time because ChatGPT was not public, but this was an AI tech startup. So there was a lot of like marketing language and company values type things that overlapped a lot, and like buzzwords about Venture Capital and Disrupting The System or Literally Whatever.

I also think an important part of why I did so well was that the interviewer had his camera off and I had no clue who I was talking to. I didn’t know who he was in the company at the time, he sounded very young and like he didn’t have an accent, and he went by a very young-sounding nickname.

I believed I was talking to a boy my age instead of a 40 year old, and I felt very confident and like I was socializing with a peer. This is a bit awkward to say, but because I believed this, there was a lot of natural chemistry. I didn’t feel nervous or like I had to be polite or try and impress a grown-up, and I felt like he should be impressed by me. Which was like the secret to slaying job interviews, I think.

Anyway, I don’t know how much of getting the job was this PW-NFT experience and how much it was the reference from the SWMRS fan. I feel like in this post I’ve understated that aspect, but me spending all of senior year of college obsessively posting about SWMRS instead of going to job fairs was counterintuitively also critical to my eventual career even though everyone thought I was being dumb as all fuck and wasting my breath.

And also it’s hard to know how much of getting this job was just me being confident and prepared and dedicated and passionate. One part I remember clearly was he asked me to talk for five minutes without stopping and teach him about something, and he said it was OK if I couldn’t because most people can’t and I could still get the job. And then it literally wasn’t a problem for me at all, and I definitely feel like maybe that was the moment he decided.

Another thing I remember is that the foster cat I had from Hey Chris was DESTROYING the couch behind me and I was kinda distraught over this but then the interviewer started baby talking to the cat and it brought up fostering, and he was super impressed by the volunteer work. Finally, I like made a huge PowerPoint for the interview (they made me do some project IIRC) and he liked that too.

This was on like a Friday night at 1am or something ridiculous like that, and I didn’t expect to hear back for at least another week, but they were really eager to give me the job immediately.

I did not immediately contact any of my professors about references or send a thank you note because it was a weekend and thought I had like a week, which I regret because my professors were kind of Big Mad about this, so I would recommend contacting your references in advance even if you think you won't get the job.

Anyway I was so relived this was all over and I had a feeling deep down so I drank cactus juice for the first time ever on Saturday night and my roommate was gone so I took a bath for the first time in 6 years in her bathtub and used a Lush bomb and reread Gray, and it was very magical and special and then when I got out at 4am when the water was ice cold and I was still like on another planet, I had an offer letter on my phone (it was like 5am on a Sunday), and I couldn’t believe it was actually real.

Anyway the job is very good (originally 65k base plus 6.5k possible bonus and some different stipends, but I got a raise and make 70k + 7k bonus now. Was making 15/hr previously). It is 100% WFH with dental and vision, 4 weeks PTO, 10 sick days, sign-on stipends for a home office, provide the computer, 1 business trip to the beach per year plus occasional office stuff where there’s like a lot of restaurant food and alcohol, 1k donation matching, and a bunch of stuff with retirement and stocks. I bought an espresso machine and milk steamer with the WFH setup stipend and it was the best decision ever.

Most people there have worked at like Disney and Spotify and Netflix and GoT and stuff. My friend was directly recruited from an obscure job board because she has worked at places like Young Hollywood. One of the other girls I am closest with there worked as a celebrity matchmaker.

Then there’s….me and the PWNFTs lol. It is a bit insane to be honest, but I think that I am honestly one of their best guys because I don't see this as just a job and I don't really take working at places like this for granted whereas everyone else is used to it and always was headed there. Getting a job like this was one in a million and was never ever in the cards for an English major new grad from Bettendorf Iowa that went to a liberal arts college in the middle of nowhere. I worked really, really, really fucking hard to get here and like actually bled and kicked and cried the whole way so I deserve it. I also deserve to be there and have gotten above expectations on all my reviews to date.

ALSO BTW, a big reason why I felt kind of like this was a suicide mission was because I was on Accutane and physically could not continue to work my job in a brewery because it wrecks your bones.

Also towards the end I applied at a college, and by the time they got back to me I had signed on. But they actually told me I was their top candidate and I think would've counteroffered but I told them no. I cold applied there, but I wrote a carefully tailored cover letter to the position, which I think most people don't do and is important if you're cold applying. I didn't do this at my job because I had a reference, but a lot of people I work with messaged the head of the department they applied to on LinkedIn.

Another thing is like yes the LinkedIn is important and headshots are also really important. I follow Courtney Johnson on TikTok and think she mostly has good advice.

Anyway, I guess to recap my advice would be 1) Obsessively pursue your dreams instead of trying to be "practical" and like everyone else. You're only settling early, and shoot for the moon because even if you miss you will land among the stars or whatever that corny quote is. 2) Working via connections is critical, but this actually means like friends from band Tumblr instead of what they tell you in school about awkward job fairs 3) The interview process for good jobs is going to be really time consuming and miserable but you need to take it super seriously 4) Even if you aren't qualified you can still get the job and do well. 5) You need to approach the interview like you know you already have the job or it doesn't matter if you get the job, and you need to be insanely confident. You need to want the job. 6) Stuff like hobbies and volunteering is important to bring up.

ANYWAY, I have been there for about a year. Moving on to what I actually do—

I write basically everything that has to do with marketing. So stuff for all types of ads, landing pages, emails, etc, captions for every single ad on every imaginable platform, etc. I know this doesn't sound like a lot but I counted recently and it's like 10k words a month at least. It is a constant churn of high volume stuff combined with periods of nothing between campaigns where I take marketing classes or do research projects, like analyzing and making powerpoints about competitors or interviews with customers. I feel like that even sounds like not a lot but all of it is really short individually and a lot of this stuff goes through a lot of revisions, there's also like meetings and planning and approval chains and stuff.

Companies make like bazillions of webpages and emails and posts every day so that is p much what I do. I also turn things around on insanely, insanely tight deadlines (one of my biggest strengths), often minutes or hours.

I am basically the only writer in a traditional sense (there are UX writers but that's v different). There is a linguist that copyedits what I do (love her). The girl who referred me in used to be another writer for the emails and blog, but I don't think she wanted to work there at all anymore after the public reaction to AI, so now it is just me. There was like other stuff too but I would like to be vague. Then there are external contractors who make the blog posts but that doesn't really have anything to do with me….. until now, lol.

My old team was mostly bunch of people who actually launched ads and targeted them and collected/analyzed data on them, but there were other random marketing roles too. Now I'm on a new team with people who make the videos/images of stuff I write for, a girl who codes the emails I make (and does other stuff), and our manager. I really really really like my new manager.

Other people I deal with include lawyers, who make sure the ads/emails are OK-- for example, if a company runs a promotion over email, lawyers have to be involved. I also interact a lot with the social media and influencer people (also amazing), to help writing briefs for influencers and brainstorming posts. I also work a lot with business development (love her also also), which is making promotional materials to circulate in schools/businesses.

One of the coolest projects I got to work on, for example, was that we partnered with a ton of athletes and they were wearing company merch at games and making posts/doing courtside interviews. I reviewed and kind of wrote what they said because they are not really able to write their own stuff. I also wrote some billboards recently.

For the most part, I genuinely love my job and I love all my coworkers and think leadership is awesome. However, I will say that any writing job probably has certain challenges, especially if you're young and inexperienced. I feel like people who don't know anything about writing feel the need to contribute, or don't value what I do because I turn things around so quickly. Like if someone in charge of me tells me to do something different I will change it without question 99% of the time, but when it comes to random other people it's frustrating and hard for me to deal with.

Like I know I'm only 25 and I don't know everything, but I am basically the only writer, lol. This was like a source of like a lot drama and crying and being upset in my life, but I feel like there have been a lot of recent changes that have made this a lot better and it's continuing to get better, which is good, and I also feel like my manager is doing all of the right stuff and I'm also learning 2 deal with my own issues and not get so upset more.

But anyway yeah that's kind of my job and how I got my job, I know this turned into a million page long post but <3 hope it helps

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mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea · 27 days

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🌿how does creating make you feel?

Alive. Powerful (in some ways). Really good about myself because I'm utilizing my imagination and creativity and all of those things I learned and worked toward in my writing classes/degree. I feel really good about myself when I'm writing - like I'm fulfilling part of what I'm in this particular life for, which is storytelling.

💞what's the most important part of a story for you? the plot, the characters, the worldbuilding, the technical stuff (grammar etc), the figurative language

The characters are definitely the most important thing, I think. I like to get their voices right - their voice, mannerisms, their expressions, the specific tone and lilt of their voices. Everything else - the plot, the worldbuilding, the settings - those are secondary to the characters. The plot (or scenario, if it's not something huge that requires a full-out PLOT) drives the characters, but I mean, the plot can change from story to story, so it's really still mostly about the character. I'd be lying if I said the technical stuff wasn't a top important thing - I'm an English/writing major, and all those grammar and spelling and punctuation things are hella important to me. Those keep me honest and make me slow down and pay attention to how I'm writing. Figurative language fits in with that, too, though, because it's all the stuff I absorbed in trying to become a better writer, either by reading or by what my awesome professors passed along to me.

🕯️was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

I just answered this one here!

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

From Too weird to live, too rare to die, a prompt fic for @kleenexwoman that is a Justin Hammer/Loki (in canon, post-Endgame, everyone lives) bonkers fic:

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Still humping the American Dream

Tony closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose between the thumb and index finger of his left hand. He took five deep breaths. Counted to twenty. Took five more. Counted to ten. He opened his eyes, the right one pale amber and couldn’t see nearly as well after his snap that ended the war with Thanos.

Justin still stood in front of him, hands defiantly on his hips, watching him.

“Anthony, I’m not here to just take up space and piss people off,” Justin said in that affable tone that still managed to dig underneath Tony’s skin and threaten to give him hives.

“And yet you do that so well, Justin,” Tony snarked as he felt the threat behind his eyes indicating a headache was imminent. He winced at the harshness of his tone, even with this pain in the ass he never expected to see again, much less share a living space with him.

Still, they’d made peace with Loki when he returned with Thor and Bruce to help them handle Thanos, and as it turned out, the guy wasn’t so bad in the long run. Tony liked his sass and sense of humor – always had – and he was pretty handy to have around.

Perhaps he could make himself get used to Justin Hammer, too. The guy wasn’t dumb, and since they’d released him early for good behavior and some other reason Tony had already forgotten for the moment, he’d dropped some of that pretentious peacocking that paralleled Tony’s own, which to be fair, he’d been happy to mostly give it up since it got tiresome after a while.

“Who? C’mon, Tony, I’m a big boy. I can take it. You can tell me who else I’m pissing off besides you,” Justin cajoled, his big grin stretching across the angles of his face. He’d been trying, but Justin wasn’t stupid; he knew he’d fucked up by trusting the wrong guy. Didn’t help that he kept trying to compete with a guy known for his genius and his ability to stare any problem in the face, punch it once with his intellect and creations, and boom, no more problem.

“Pepper for starters,” Tony blurted out, “though she doesn’t live here, and she’s kind of gotten over the idea of you being around Morgan since the kid actually likes you and trusts you.”

The expression on Justin’s face burst with a sappy fondness he used to reserve for his nephew alone, and he schooled it quickly when Tony had to dial back that initial Papa Bear concern that his kid was around several former villains these days. Respectfully, he tried to look serious, to take Tony’s comments seriously.

“To be fair, your kid’s awesome and one day’s gonna run circles around us to make the world a better place,” his words came out clear and heartfelt, and Justin thought he noticed that Papa Bear pride seeping into Tony’s features.

Note to self, praise that adorable little big-eyed bunny, and that’ll keep Stark from wanting to shoot your nuts off.

“Yeah well. That’s the truth of it. Oh and Nat’s still keeping an eye on you. Everyone else...you’re a somewhat clean slate with. Not like you’re the only former bad guy in residence,” Tony remarked and went back to what he’d been working on when Justin wandered into the kitchen, namely working on agility and firm (but not too firm) grip with his new arm by making and rolling out pie dough.

“You want some help?” Justin asked when it seemed like Tony was having trouble with one of the cookie cutters he was using to cut out star shapes (to go with the crescent moons). He held up both hands when Tony just tossed a glare his way. “No problem. Just...offerin’. As for Natasha, eh. Sam mentioned it took her a little bit to warm up to Loki, too, so I’ll just...be patient.”

Justin was in no rush to be liked, and he really didn’t expect to be. It wasn’t even that he was being a martyr or self-deprecating or living on his low self-esteem. The prison counselor got him to see where he’d fucked up way before he’d actually chained his personality to impressing the military and broke Anton Venko out of custody.

Piece of shit and his dumb fucking bird.

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Bahamas Chronicles: Part One I’d Rather The Car

Okay people, I finally did it! I finished my next fic. Not that it’s super long, I just take forever. I am super pleased to introduce my final two OCs of my little group, I hope you guys enjoy! (Also, this vacation is going to be a series, so more stories coming soon!)

TW: emeto, death, emotional trauma, suicide and divorce (very brief mention not relating to any of my characters)

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Darius looked up from his phone when he heard his name called across the airport.

“Darius! Hey man, over here!”

It took Darius a few seconds to find the source of the voice, but when he did, his face broke into a huge smile. Justin and the rest of the gang were threading their way through the throngs of people, said gang including Darius’s girlfriend Ariadne. Ari had the biggest grin on her face, her hair bouncing as she hurried towards him. When she reached him, she threw herself into his arms, burying her face in his neck. It had been so long since they had been together, almost two months. Darius had been called home to Germany after his dad had gotten very sick, but after the funeral, he had headed straight home. Only to find out all his friends were going on vacation to the Bahamas. Darius had decided to go along with them: he needed to de-stress after everything that had happened recently.

Justin and the rest finally caught up with him and Ari, and there was a significant commotion as they all shuffled around into a group hug, then took turns hugging Darius individually. “Glad you’re back bud,” Eddie said, slapping Darius on the back. Darius grunted, but smiled. He didn’t realize how much he had missed all of his friends, or their little quirks. Callum’s perpetual aviators, Justin’s simping over Roan, Ari’s crazy outfits, Roan’s sarcasm, or even Eddie’s habit of slapping his friends way too hard on the back.

“I missed you guys so much,” he breathed, looking around at all of them.

Roan groaned, rolling her eyes. “Alright, alright, we’ve hugged and kissed it all out, enough with the sappy stuff already.” Darius couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. Yup, he was back home alright.

Adler, Darius’s pet fox, was staying with the zoology professor while Darius was on vacation, and the others had all found friends or family to watch their pets too.

Ari leaned into Darius, nuzzling into his neck. Darius buried his face in her dark hair for a moment, enjoying the smell of the coconut shampoo she used to keep her curls nice and tight. Too long, he thought, way too long since I’ve been able to do this.

Working their way through customs and security was difficult, as always, but Darius had never been so happy to do it. It meant he was back where he belonged: with his friends and his girlfriend. By the time the plane was being loaded, Darius had caught up on almost everything that had happened since he had been gone, from light gossip on who was dating who, to serious shit like the English professor’s divorce and subsequent suicide.

Boarding the plane went smoothly, Darius having pulled some strings to get all of them first-class seats. When his dad died, he had left Darius so much money he knew he would never be able to spend it all, so he had decided to splurge on the trip, treating all of his friends the way he knew his dad would have wanted. Darius and Ari had been seated together. Ari immediately set about hooking up a dual-headphone jack so they could watch one of their favorite horror films together. Around them, Eddie and Callum were fiddling with the snack compartments and Justin and Roan were pulling out the blankets they had been given.

The roar of the plane engine soon drowned out any noises from the back sections of the plane, leaving Darius alone with his girlfriend. They had just barely started the movie when the plane took off, the ground dropping away beneath them. Darius had chosen the seat furthest from the window because watching the ground so far below made him dizzy, but Ari was staring eagerly at the clouds as they flew by. “Ooh, Darius, look baby, that one looks like a dragon,” she squealed, pointing out the window.

Darius glanced out as for as long as he could without making his head spin. “Oh, yeah, cute,” he replied, returning to the movie. Before long, Ari followed suit, closing the window’s cover. The Cabin in the Woods occupied Darius for about forty-five minutes before he realized his stomach was starting to roil.

He nearly let out a miserable groan when he realized that in his excitement he had forgotten to take his Dramamine before the plane took off. It was definitely too late now, and besides, the Dramamine was in the overhead compartment in his carry-on bag. Standing up to get it would only make his head spin from the movement of the plane under his feet. He resolved to just focus hard on the film, absolutely refusing to acknowledge the growing nausea in the pit of his stomach.

Darius looked over at Ari to see if she had noticed his arm wrapped lightly over his stomach, but she had her eyes glued to the screen. Her lips were open in a look of surprise as a zombie lurched out of the ground towards one of the characters; her eyes were as big as dinner plates. A mix of thoughts swirled through Darius’s head as he watched her. On one hand, he just wanted to snuggle into her and whine like a little baby about his tummy. On the other hand, he didn’t want to make their first time back together in months miserable by being sick. His guilt won. He turned back to the movie, trying to ignore the sticky saliva building in his mouth.

It was so metallic tasting, like he was sucking on a metal lollipop or something. The stuff clung to the roof of his mouth, remaining even when he swiped his tongue around to get rid of it. By the time five minutes had gone by, Darius was beginning to give up on the hope that he could just keep his stomach in place with sheer will. It kept lurching into his throat every time the plane gave a slight bounce. A clammy sweat had broken over him, beads rolling down his forehead and into his eyes.

“Geez, these people are such idiots,” Ari groaned, laughing at the screen. She reached blindly out to put her hand on Darius’s leg. When she rested it on him, she could feel how tense the muscles were. She sat up a bit to look at him, confusion and concern written on her features. Darius tried so hard to look put together and okay, but the deep furrow in Ari’s brow let him know that he had failed miserably.

“Hey, everything okay baby,” she asked quietly, cupping his cheek in one hand. The word “yes” formed in Darius’s mind, but the word “no” came out of his lips. Apparently his subconscious was sick of him trying to be a big tough man and was ready to just give in to Ari’s care.

Ari hummed sympathetically. “I’m sorry, are you feeling air sick?”

Darius nodded slowly. “I-it happens every time I fly,” he managed. “I forgot to take my medicine before we took off…” Ari lifted her hand to sweep his hair away from his face.

“You should have said something right away, I have some Dramamine in my backpack,” she admonished gently. “Seems like it’s too late now.”

Darius considered nodding again, but dismissed the thought as a wave of nausea crashed over him when the plane gave a little jolt. A wet, sickly burp forced its way out of his mouth followed by a weak groan. He reached out to pull the curtain across the opening of his seat into the isle so nobody else could see him. He was embarrassed enough to have forgotten his medicine and was now probably, no wait, definitely, going to puke in front of his girlfriend.

When another burp sent a watery stream up his throat, Darius lurched forward, scrambling furiously at the seat pocket in front of him while he did his best to swallow down the sick. Ari managed to find a bag before he did. She shoved it into his hands, putting her hand on the back of his head to help position his mouth above the bag’s opening.

Darius’s breaths were coming fast and shallow as his chest hitched in a gag. Nothing but a tinted stream of water trickled from between his lips, dripping into the bag. He could feel Ari’s hand on his back and hear her voice gently encouraging him, which admittedly made him feel a bit better. At least she wasn’t completely disgusted by him right now.

This thought quickly vanished as a painful retch tore through him. A much heavier gush of puke flew up this throat, filling the bag about a quarter of the way. Darius barely had time to breathe before another horrid sounding retch slammed his stomach inward. This next flow lasted so long he had a single panicked moment where he was terrified he couldn’t stop. When he finally did, his chest heaved with huge breaths, trying to suck in as much air as he possibly could.

He had a few seconds respite this time before he heaved again, to his horror nearly filling the bag to the top. He could tell there was more to come, but there wasn’t room for it. His eyes wide, he whimpered at Ari, hoping she would understand. She apparently had already noticed the precariously filled sick-bag, because as soon as he stopped vomiting, she had another bag held under his chin, holding it herself this time.

Darius’s hand gripped her thigh, the other holding equally tightly to the already full airsickness bag. His breathing had started to quicken, practically hyperventilating as he fought to get in air between gags. His head was spinning and throbbing at the same time; his temples seemed to be pulsating to the beat of his heart. Somewhere in the back of his mind he could tell that he was getting himself worked up way too much, but when his vision started to swim with black spots he gave up on listening to that little voice.

His gags became a combination of choking gasps and grating retches until he felt Ari’s hand go to his chest, forcing him to sit upright. He was no longer actually vomiting: there was nothing left inside of him to get out. Instead, he was dry-heaving, his panic escalating the nausea he already had until he was simply unable to stop his stomach from rebelling over and over and over.

“Hey!” Darius heard a soothing voice calling to him through the black void that had filled his vision. “Darius, baby, you have to calm down, you’re making things worse.” Ari’s hands were cupping his cheeks, thumbs swirling circles on the soft skin in a comforting rhythm.

His stomach gave another lurch, the smallest trickle of bile falling from his lips. Because Ari had removed the sick bag to comfort him, the bile fell onto his lap, soaking into his black jeans. A chill ran down Darius’s spine at the disgusting sensation, but he was gaining enough control of himself to keep a gag back. Ari’s touch was grounding him, bringing him back around to the point where he could actually see clearly again. The black faded from his vision and his breathing slowed to a steady pace.

“You feeling better now,” Ari asked softly, leaning in to kiss his brow.

“Um, yeah, I think so…” Darius replied shakily, gulping hard. His stomach still felt pretty off, but he didn’t think he was in danger of puking all over the place anymore. “Can I get some of that Dramamine now?”

Ari smiled at him. “Of course baby, let me get it out of my bag, kay?” Darius instantly missed the warmth of her hands when she bent to fish the meds out of her bag, but it was worth it five minutes later when the stuff started to truly settle his stomach. And a good thing it did too, because the flight was another six or seven hours before they could land. With a sigh, Darius curled into Ari after lifting the arm rest separating them. His head on her lap, he closed his eyes, relishing the relief that fading into sleep brought him, the last sensation Ari’s hand rubbing slowly over his back.

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto tw #puke #vomiting #emeto kink #emeto mention #my writing #sickfic #emeto fic #new characters and I love them #but for real I need to flesh out personalities a bit more #new characters

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You can love me… but you will hate me too.

•Miles Fairchild mini series•

//NSFW, sexual situations, profanity, violence, abusive behavior/// Please be respectful.

Welcome back beautiful readers, this took me a while cause I was feeling unmotivated but some deftones got me back in the mood! Let’s go to part 2 ;)

•CHAPTER 2•

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It was the 3rd period of the day and Madeline was already watching the clock as if it was the timing her last moments. Classes had drained her from her last brain cell. Her school had high standards and keeping up with a curriculum of a Harvard student was demanded of them.

The last 2 minutes of class had finally counted down and a small ring echoed throughout the school. Madeline jumped up from her desk and threw on her backpack. She walked out the door in a speed of light. Now it was time for her to confront the asshole. She’d spent the beginning of her classes seething at not getting the chance to punch his face in. Her eyes darted between heads and faces trying to recognize one specific face. Since her first period of class and her encounter with Miles Fairchild, her anger and need for revenge bubbled up inside of her.

Madeline didn’t want to make a scene, but she was tired of not standing up for herself. Yes, maybe miles was going through it after his parents death. Boohoo at this point, his behavior was inexcusable. He had no real reason to insult her just for an accident. He had just pushed her last button.

Madeline halted in front of her locker and watched the people around her, she was always like this. Always having to watch her back in case someone came along and stuck something on her back, tug her hair, or push her head into her locker. She’d have to admit rich kids were so bored with their lives that they lived off of making others unhappy for some reason.

She threw her stuff into her locker, slammed it shut and walked away towards her next class. The bell rang again and she was on time this time. Her last class before lunch. She didn’t have time to worry about finding miles right now though. Miles sat two seats in front of her in English literature, but she just wouldn’t be able to give him a piece of her mind until after class. At least this time she knew where he’d be.

Madeline tucked her white shirt into her skirt and tugged at her grey wool vest to straighten it out. She fixed her hair and smelled her breath. Trying to look her best was her way of trying to fit in too. She marched into her class and headed towards her seat, miles was already seated. She instantly caught his attention as he had recognized her. He never paid any attention to the girls in school so up until earlier today he had no memory of this ‘new’ girl.

Miles rolled his eyes with a shake of his head when he saw her childish glare, it was like watching a dumb chihuahua try to seem intimidating. He didn’t like it, if anything he hated the fact that she was trying to be tough. She was weak. And he would make sure she knew that.

Madeline kept eye contact as he smirked mischievously. Knowing that once again she wasn’t paying attention, he stuck his foot out in her path and she stumbled over him. Madeline gasped and quickly caught herself on the first desk beside her. Everyone began to laugh and giggle seeing her turn red. She snapped her head towards him with a twitch in her eye from how angry she was. She slammed her open palm on his desk causing a huge rumble. “That’s enough you asshole!” Madeline hissed. Miles quirked a thick dark brow. Since when was she so unshrinking.

Miles shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Please.” He responded as though he had no intentions in reacting to her pitty party. Madeline wasn’t having it, he was going to listen. “You’re a fucking spoiled rotten brat, you’re a nobody miles so don’t act like you’re too good to acknowledge me.” Madeline huffed and began to walk to her seat in the back. The class was silent as they watched, no one ever spoke to miles like that. He wasn’t well liked but he was definitely considered a somebody at this school, with his good looks and rebellious attitude.

Miles had no time to respond as the teacher walked into the class shushing everyone and beginning the lesson. The little bitch had the audacity to leave him wordless, no time to respond. She wasn’t going to get away with it and she wouldn’t see what was coming to her.

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It was the end of lessons and lunch had begun. After this was just two more lessons and Madeline could go back to her dorm and pack for the weekend away. After confronting miles she felt very proud. She had left miles speechless or maybe she was just lucky to have the teacher walk in when she did, either way, it was a good moment.

Madeline walked to the dining area for the students. Long mahogany tables took up most the room with booths and cushioned seats. Shimmering grand chandeliers hung from the gothic ceilings that were slightly domed making it appear deeper. There were women dressed in fine attire switching out large metal containers of food and making sure it was neatly set. There was so many delicious foods to choose from, that made it Madeline’s favorite time of the day.

Madeline had a slight skip to her walk as she walked towards the line. The room was already filled with chatter. She grabbed a heavy plate and a silver tray to hold it. She waited and requested some salmon, baked purple potatoes, some carrots, and an arugula salad with peaches and pears and a cup of hot cinnamon tea with milk and sugar. This was her favorite drink as it brought some comfort with her mother. She thanked the server and turned to look for a seat. The room was already packed, this made her slightly nervous. The hardest thing was choosing a place where she won’t feel judged and be watched.

Madeline gently pushed her pin straight hair behind her ears so it wouldn’t fall forward as she held her head slightly down. She walked between the tables and felt some stares. She avoided making any eye contact and began to walk a little faster.

Just when she thought she had reached her target, a secluded empty table with just one seat, she was distracted. “Hey!” Madeline stilled knowing it was meant for her, call it just always being unlucky. She sighed and turned around. “Yeah?” Behind her was a tall blonde with dark green eyes and pale blonde brows that were creased into an angry frown. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Madeline was confused. “Why are you asking me this?” Madeline would admit, she was nervous and shy but sometimes she didn’t think before answering or egging on a confrontation. She was quite confusing and her personality depended on her mood. The blonde shook her head and walked face to face with her now. “You’re such a cunt, miles is right.” She then pushed Madeline back by the shoulders and slammed down her tray of food causing it all the clatter to the floor. Today is just not my day is it? And what a waste of food, I was starving! She thought as the food stuck to the floor.

Madeline groaned and threw her backpack down. “Now what the fuck! Now you’ve pissed me off!” The blonde quirked a brow and threw a hand on her hip. “Oh yeah? What are you going to do now?” Madeline nibbled on her bottom lip and looked around at everyone who had stopped to watch after hearing the silverware clatter. This wasn’t the time, walk away. She internally fought herself. Fight the bitch or admit failure and further make yourself a joke in this school and susceptible to more bullying cause they think you’ll just take it? Decisions, decisions.

Madeline shook her head, her mothers disappointed face was the only thing she could imagine. “Nothing.” She sighed as she bent over and grabbed her bag and the tray. Unfortunately, the food had made a huge mess, but one of the servers had come with towels and some spray to clean up. Madeline felt terrible. “I’m sorry.” The server just politely smiled in understanding after seeing how it had happened. Madeline began to walk away in shame. The blonde grinned in smugness thinking she had won. “That’s right, walk away you scared bitch!” She cupped her hands around her mouth beginning to taunt Madeline, eventually everyone began to do the same. The entire hall became an amphitheater of taunts. Madeline paused and looked at everyone in anger. She then turned to the blonde and became angrier at her cheering and horrible grin in pride.

Do it. Do it. You know you want to. Do it. Do. It. DO IT!

Madeline flipped the silver tray in her hand and marched towards the blonde. The taunts rooting her on. Using the heavy expensive tray, Madeline threw it upward, smashing right into the girls jaw and cracking her nose on the way up. The girl tumbled back and was caught by two of her friends who both began to scream and cry in terror when blood began to gush out in pools from her perfect pixy nose. Madeline huffed and threw the bloody tray onto the ground.

The clatter echoed throughout the dead silent hall now. The screams of the girls were deafening for their friend who was knocked out cold. Three administrators rushed to help the girls and try to wake her. Madeline’s eyes widened as she fully came to her senses. She looked around the room to see everyone looking at her in fear. Except one. Miles cat-like eyes stared her down in curiosity and something else. But she had no time to think about it. She done this terrible thing, again. Not again. “Fuck!” She hissed. She looked to see two teachers marching towards her now.

Madeline cursed again and turned to run, jumping over the woman on the floor towards the double doors. The students were too afraid to stop her even when the teachers demanded someone stall Madeline. She ran out the hall and mindlessly ran down some stairs and between hallways.

She huffed as she ran forever until she didn’t hear anyone calling her name. Crashing into a couple of students here and there. She finally reached an empty floor where the classrooms were no longer being used. There was a lavatory that was still open that anyone rarely went into unless they were looking to get high or hook up.

Madeline heaved and looked around her in panic before rushing into the bathroom. The smell of sweat and some other shit slapped her in the face when she walked in but she ignored it as she looked between the stalls finding them all empty.

After doing so, Madeline quickly pushed a trash can in front of the door so no one would be able to come in. The bathroom obviously hadn’t been cleaned in months since they probably forgot about it cause the bin was so heavy full of trash. She stepped back from the door and slowly controlled her breathing. “Fuck, fuck fuck, FUCK!” Madeline tried composing herself and pulling her hair back. She walked to the sink and clung to it as she looked up and saw her skin glistening in a sheer of sweat. She then looked at her face, her blue eyes squinted as mascara ran down her eyes from the sweat that had dropped from her forehead. She looked a mess, she turned on the faucet and attempted to wash her eyes out. She was totally fucked, she could hear them calling her name on the speaker that sounded throughout the school. Why did she have to go fuck up? She was basically a refuge now and all she could do was wait it out. She sighed and looked at her red eyes now, full of regret from the past and now her future.

*a whole lot of crazy in this chapter, keep going*

#miles fairchild #the turning #violence #dark aesthetic #miles x reader #finn wolfhard #fanfiction #alternative #smut #alternate universe

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