#out of their way to emulate his personality. without realizing they are emulating one of the lamest fictional characters in existence.
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lurkingshan · 2 days ago
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Theory of Love Episode 2: Love Actually
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Let me get this out of the way right at the top: I'm so mad that Third made me rewatch this terrible movie! If you haven't seen it, I implore you to keep it that way, but here's what you need to know:
The film is a series of interconnected "romance" vignettes, most involving inappropriate relationships, laced with misogyny and homophobia and racism in pretty much every storyline, that is inexplicably beloved by the masses.
I am judging Third for liking and taking inspiration from this film, if I'm being honest. And this is the specific scene he drew from:
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For context, this is a man secretly confessing his shameful crush on his best friend's wife who he barely knows (which the film presented as romantic). Third apparently connected with this man's hopeless love for someone he can't have to the extent that he decided to try confessing to Khai in the same way (after Bone reminded him of it), despite the fact that this confession was doomed to fail, by design!
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And of course, this didn't work, because Khai was completely unable to receive this as a love confession in the context of their current relationship. And I think some part of Third had to know that would be the case. He knows Khai! When Khai offered an interpretation for Third's actions that fit within his framework of their relationship, Third let it happen instead of using his words to communicate his true intentions. He's not ready to succeed at this, and I think part of him finds sitting in the torment of his unrequited feelings romantic.
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One of the things I like about this episode is it establishes some clear parameters around their friendship and how Khai sees it. First of all, Khai does care about Third, and he pays attention to him and tries to take care of him within the boundaries of platonic male friendship. Sure, Khai is selfish sometimes, but Third likes him for a reason. They genuinely get along, have a lot of shared interests, and Khai gives attention to Third and goes out of his way to check in with him and make him feel better (without realizing he's the reason Third is down in the dumps in the first place). They are friends, for real.
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Second, Khai believes in separating friendship from dating. He has a rule to never date friends--because he knows his approach to dating around and having casual sex is not compatible with involving people he actually cares about--and he keeps these two categories of people separate in his own mind. And because of this, he is absolutely unable to process Third's desire to move from one category to the other. For Khai, Third is his most important person, his best friend that he intends to stick with his entire life. The people he dates are much more ephemeral, passing interests that he doesn't much care about as they come and go. He can't think about Third in that context, and so he won't. When Third attempts to confess to him using the Love Actually scene as his inspiration, you can see Khai finding a way to rationalize it in real time to make it something else.
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And as much as I find Third's expectations for and failures to communicate with Khai a bit frustrating, I want to give him credit for trying to put himself out there. His fear about making himself clear to Khai is completely understandable, even just in the context of their friendship before you add the whole layer of his sexuality and Khai (to this point) only seeming interested in dating women. And now that he has Two to confide to and encourage him, Third did try to push Khai to realize how he feels. He just wasn't quite ready to say it with his whole chest, because this friendship is important to him, too. And as we saw when he cried watching a film about a girl who was afraid to confess to her friend, he knows he has something to lose if Khai can't reciprocate. I don't think it's an accident that his confession in this episode was half-hearted and designed to emulate a famous confession scene where there was never any chance of success.
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gokupowers · 2 years ago
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feel like modern Dave writers/kins forget he's hussies self insert and written to be totally fucking lame in canon bc hussie was a 25 year old loser living in his parents basement making anti SJW rage comics at the time . dave strider is an awesome character but he is genuinely so fucking embarrassingly lame and a loser and it's a beautiful thing & we need to remember our roots #makedavelameagain
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ghostlythinglady · 9 days ago
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Been rereading CSM lately and I'm starting to notice a pattern here. Some of the people who have caused the most pain aren't the ones that despise Denji, but the ones that idealize Chainsaw Man. Makima and Barem both describe themselves as Chainsaw fans and were ultimately willing to kill Denji's loved ones if it meant they could bring Pochita back, without much consideration for the well being of Denji or the people they were killing as long as their larger goals were realized. Fumiko is obsessed with him to the point that she doesn't seem to even think of him as a person. Stalking him, molesting him and at one point even asking if she can collect his hair when Denji gets dismembered. Yuko went on a killing spree because she saw Chainsaw Man as a paragon and wanted to emulate him in her own twisted way and lashes out when he doesn't approve of her actions
Haruka was jealous Chainsaw Man's popularity to the point he impersonated him for his own gain, with little thought put towards how this would affect the real Chainsaw Man or what to do if he got caught. The Chainsaw Church treat's the image of Chainsaw Man as a messiah figure to be worshiped only to replace him with an imposter once the real one doesn't live up to their expectations. You could even extend this to characters like Katana Man and Yoru. Both are people who have built up Chainsaw Man as a nemesis figure to the point that there willing to toss everyone close under the bus if it means they get to be the ones to kill him. By contrast, many of the people Denji has the most positive or at least neutral relationships with are all people that hated and/or tried to murder him the first time they met. Aki, Power, Asa, Kobeni, Kishibe. I feel like the author is trying to make some larger point about parasocial relationships and the dehumanizing effect of fame.
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zablife · 8 months ago
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Earth Angel
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Benny Cross x gf reader
Summary: After running from the one person who's ever truly loved him, Benny returns to see if you'll take him back, but there's a surprise waiting.
Warnings: language, pregnancy, angst but ends with fluff
A/N: A short imagine I couldn't stop thinking about. If you like it, pls let me know in all the usual ways. Comments are love 💕
No spoilers here!
Benny Cross Masterlist
Benny loved you. It had only ever been you. He knew that now that he was returning home as fast as his bike could carry him. The past six months he’d spent running from it were a mistake he deeply regretted and he only hoped you would forgive him.
If he was honest with himself, the unconditional love you’d shown scared him and he knew he’d eventually fuck it up, the way he always did. So he packed his shit and left in the night without explanation.
Afterward, you’d spent many hours crying for your lost love so when Johnny met him on the road, he relayed your sadness. The shame of it burned deep to Benny's core. It was only made worse by Johnny’s words of your continued devotion. “She still loves ya, kid…Always will.”
The chance meeting reminded him of your goodness, the nickname for you still on the tip of his tongue. Earth angel he'd always called you, a woman too good for this world. You deserved better than him, but if his presence made you happy, he would vow to try again.
That's how he found himself on the long stretch of highway toward home, eager to lay eyes on your beautiful face once more and see for himself if Johnny was right. Would you take him back? he wondered.
When his tired body pushed off his bike and out toward the back yard where you hung the laundry, he could hardly believe the sight that greeted him.
There you stood in the golden afternoon sunlight, hair piled atop your head and sundress flowing in the breeze. He called your name and you turned to face him, eyes wide with surprise.
His breath hitched as he caught sight of your swollen stomach, suddenly realizing all he’d missed in his long absence from home. Rushing to greet you, he swept you off your feet, a wide grin spreading across his face as you opened your arms to accept him.
“Careful, Benny!” you cried as he spun you in a circle, overcome with joy.
He placed you on the ground gently as a chuckle erupted from deep within his chest, a look of complete awe sparkling in his eyes.
Then as the adrenaline subsided, he pulled you close enough to nuzzle your neck, inhaling the floral notes of your perfume and the crisp clean cotton from the wash. One hand resting over your bump, he suddenly grew quiet, voice hushed as he asked, “Why didn’t you tell me, angel?”
You stroked the blonde curls at the nape of his neck as you shook your head sadly, “Didn’t have the chance.”
Benny raised his head to meet your gaze, tears in his eyes as thought of you scared and alone, “I would’ve never left you like this.” He let out a shaky breath as he added, “There isn’t a day I didn’t think about you, you know.”
With those words, you melted into his arms, head resting against his shoulder as you admitted, “I missed you too, baby. I’m glad you’re home.”
Hearing the sweet tone of your voice relaxed any lingering tension, his arms softening their grip. His large hand reached to cup your cheek, Benny’s blue eyes glistening as he begged for your forgiveness. “I mean it, I’m so sorry, angel.”
“You’re here now,” you told him, inhaling a deep breath which he emulated with steady resolve.
“And I’ll never leave you again,” he murmured, leaning in to seal his promise with a kiss.
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maxispixels · 14 days ago
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HANDPICKED
PART SIX.
Hobie Brown x GN!Reader
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You work at a flower shop in late 70s London and Hobie's being a menace. Slowburn? Probably will be around 10 parts. Strangers to reluctant acquaintances to friends to something more. Maybe a lil' messy?
Part one. Part two. Part three. Part four. Part five. Part six. Part seven. Part eight. Part nine.
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For the next few days, he showed up just the same, lounging behind the counter, making fun of the customers once they’d left. You could only feign annoyance for so long before the genuine giggles started slipping out. You hated how easy it was for him to make you laugh.
Sometimes, when Rose came by to check on the business or take what’s in the till, he’d disappear in the back or crouch behind the counter like a kid hiding from a parent. You were sure she wouldn’t mind him being there as long as he wasn’t causing trouble, but it amused him to sneak around, so you let him.
He stayed like that for days.
One evening though, he left earlier than usual, and the next day, he didn’t show up.
It had been more than a week, and you were excessively worried. At first, you tried not to dwell on it. He was probably just busy, he had a life outside of the flower shop. You realized how little you knew about his life. You had opened up a bunch about your background, filling up silences and empty hours between customers with personal stories and anecdotes, but he never did the same. As days passed, your worry grew.
Had you done something wrong? Said something out of place? Or worse, did something happen to him?
The weather fitted your mood, colder and gloomier. The shop felt strangely empty without him lounging somewhere and tossing quips your way. You missed the banter more than you wanted to admit. The hours felt longer, and you wondered how you kept busy before he barged into this place, into your life.
After a while, you found yourself staring at the corner he usually sat, his long legs folded in uncomfortable angles, your thoughts drifting back to the way he’d grinned while explaining pirate radios. He’d practically lit up, gesturing with his hands as he explained how it worked.
“It’s not that hard,” he’d said, gesturing like a mad scientist. “You just nick a frequency modulation emulator, rig up an amplifier, and boom, you’re coverin’ half of London.”
You remembered blinking at him in a mix of confusion and awe. “People really do that?”
“All the time.” He smirked. “Use your loaf, mate. T’s not rocket science.”
The memory made you smile briefly before your chest tightened again. Damn him and damn you for growing attached so easily. 
You were starting to feel sick too, the cold having that effect on you. You hoped it was just that, a cold, and not the flu.
When Rose visited, she caught how unwell you seemed. You weren’t good at hiding much of anything, and you spilled the beans. Told her how he came by to say hi regularly, how you hadn’t seen him in a while. 
“I didn’t mean— I meant you look like you have a fever. I was just talking about your cold.” Rose told you with raised eyebrows, marking her wrinkles deeper. 
You looked to the side, embarrassed. “Oh…”
“I mean, that does answer my question. You should go home and rest, I don’t want you to give the flu to my customers.” Her tone was scolding, but you felt the underlying care.
“But—”
“No but. You go, drink soup, and sleep. And don’t come back tomorrow. Or after tomorrow. Not until you’re back on your feet. I can take care of the shop meanwhile.”
There was no arguing with Rose, you knew she wouldn't let you. Your eyes fell to the ground. What if he came by while you weren’t around? You rolled the tip of your foot, before nodding. “Alright. Alright.” You muttered, grabbing your belongings and heading out, before she could fuss more about your health.
You regretted listening to her almost immediately. The boredom was killing you, and being sick only made it worse. Anxious and feverish, you tuned into one of the pirate stations Hobie had taught you about. Punk music blasted in your flat—at a low volume, because the last thing you needed was to annoy your neighbors. The guitar riffs and energetic basslines kept your mind a tiny bit sharper, more awake.
Still, the days dragged on. You weren’t even sure what day it was anymore. You guessed two or three had passed, but between sleeping, coughing, and scrambling for dinner, everything blurred together. 
When someone knocked at your door, you didn’t think much of it. Probably Rose, bringing soup or more scolding. “Coming,” you croaked, dragging your sore form to the door. Thankfully, it wasn’t far considering your tiny flat forced your bed next to the entryway.
Your heart jumped into your throat when you saw his face—smug as ever, like he’d never been gone at all. Relief fought with irritation, and you didn’t know which would win. He had a really self-satisfied smirk as he heard the rugged vocals coming from your small radio.
“Either I got ya to like it, or you really miss me, or both.” 
You just stared at him like a fish out of water. You eventually rubbed your eyes, making sure this wasn’t a fever dream, still holding your blanket over your shoulders.
“Are ya goin’ to let me in or..?” 
You slowly pushed yourself out of the way.
“Nice place you got ‘ere. cosy, I like it. Smells like old linen and regret though. Oh, wait, that’s just you.”
You groaned. You couldn’t believe his sheer audacity, disappearing for days, only to show up in your home, and tease you. You sat back on the bed, and that’s when you noticed he was carrying stuff with him.
“I came to the shop and asked for ya. Rose told me to give you this so she wouldn’t have to come there herself. I felt like lil’ red hood, carrying goods to grandmother.”
“I can’t believe she sent you to my apartment. Doesn’t she know you’re—”
“A menace to society? Yeah, I think she mentioned it.”
“I was going to say annoying but I guess both work.” You tried really hard to make yourself sound annoyed, but the fondness seeped through your voice regardless.
“Careful, love. I’ve got soup, an’ I’m not afraid to spill it.”
“It smells like something she’s been reheating since 1940…”
“Oi don’t be dramatic. It’s only from last week. Adds flavors.”
A rough giggle slipped from your throat. He put the soup on the small counter and sat down next to you.
“You really look terrible though.”
“You too.” You mumbled, tucking your knees under your chin, wrapping the blanket tighter. “Where have you been?” You found yourself asking before you could think, your brain all fuzzy. 
“Busy,” he said, before grabbing another blanket from your bed and carefully throwing it on your shoulders. “You know, overthrowing the government and all at.”
You rolled your eyes. You hated how casual he was about all of that, but it was how he always was. He shuffled the top of your head. “Were you worried? Bet ya were thinking ‘bout me.” 
You felt your cheeks heat up, probably your fever spiking at his annoyingness. 
He stood up, and you felt the mattress move as his weight was removed. You let your body fall to the side, all curled up against your pillow. He only needed two steps to cross your tiny kitchen. He picked up the soup container and poured it in your old pot. He turned on the gas and let the soup heat up. 
You watched him from the bed, your eyes following his movements, the way he scratched his hip or shifted his weight on his legs as he waited for the soup to warm up. It felt strangely domestic. You didn’t even feel embarrassed about the mess, and it felt like he had been there a hundred times before, naturally striding across your space. Not that he could get lost in the two rooms.
“Here you go.” He put the soup on your nightstand. You started to eat it, blowing on each spoonful. 
“It’s not even that hot.” He chuckled, shamelessly making fun of you.
You pouted at him, which only seemed to amuse him more. “Yer actin’ like a child.”
“That’s it, I’m ignoring you when you’re mean.”
“And when I’m nice?”
“Then I won't ignore you.”
“Oh, I see how it is. Yer like Santa now, keepin’ a naughty and nice list.” He folded his arms, pretending to sulk. “Didn’t know I had to pass a bloody personality test just to talk to ya.”
“Well, you’re failing so far,” you shot back, trying to hide your grin as you stirred the soup.
He leaned forward, his piercings catching the dim light, and your stomach did a small flip. “What do I gotta do, then? I think I’ve done it all. Brought you flowers, soup, knowledge, entertainment—all for free.”
You set your spoon down in the bowl, turning to face him properly. His grin stayed in place, but his eyes softened, almost curious.
“I’m really thankful, you know.” The words escaped before you could stop them, and you could only hope you wouldn’t make yourself sound ridiculous. Not that it mattered—he’d already caught on.
“I was really worried when you stopped showing up,” you admitted, the words tumbling out faster now. “Thought something might’ve happened to you. What I mean is…” You paused, searching for the right phrase. “Yeah, I’m thankful. It’s nice to… have you around.”
For once, he seemed caught off guard. He pinched his lips together briefly, then smirked. “Got me there. Almost thought you’d say something else ‘ere.”
You tilted her head. “Oh, right, I’m sorry, too. I guess I was the mean one most of the time…”
His grin widened as he leaned back. “Not that either, but I’ll take it. Besides, I like it when you’re mean and feisty. It’s fun. Your face is hilarious when you glare at me.”
Your eyebrows furrowed, which only amused him more. 
“So, erm, you really like the music?” he asked again, the radio still playing aggressive punk riffs that didn’t match the mood that was setting in. “Or is it just ‘cause you missed me? Again, I’m fine with both, be ‘onest.” His grin morphed into a smirk. You had the power to either let him geek out about music for a while or watch him tease you until you couldn’t look him in the eyes again. Naturally, you went with the music.
“I guess my ears got accustomed to the sound. At some point, it stopped being noise.” You shrugged.
“It was never noise! It’s music. You’re tough to please, there’s some nice melodies out there, y’know?” 
“You should show ‘em to me.” You offered, earnest.
It caught him off guard for a second. “You’d wanna?”
“Yeah.” 
“...I’ll get you to listen to some good stuff sometime then. Maybe even play ya somethin. If you’re nice.”
“You play?”
“Cm’on, I told you that before.” Your lips pressed together. Probably one of those times you stared at his face instead of listening to what he was saying.
For a few moments, there was silence. The only sound was the low buzz of the radio, and the gentle clink of the spoon against the side of your bowl. Hobie sat back on the bed, his foot tapping the ground rhythmically, his gaze soft. 
You leaned your head back against the wall, but your eyes stayed on him, trailing across his piercings again. You had come to know the planes of his face by heart. You wanted to reach for him, but you didn’t dare break the comfortable bubble that formed around you. 
After a while, you couldn’t resist. “Can you c'mere?” 
He didn’t question you, shifting across the bed to be next to you, his attention now turned to you. “Yeah?”
You scouted closer, maneuvering through the tangled mess of blankets around you. 
You hesitated for a moment. Would it be too weird, or awkward? But he was just sitting there and…
“Can I touch your face?” The words left your lips hesitantly.
He sighed, his eyebrows furrowing together. “Not what I expected. You tryin’ to keep me on my toes or som’thin?” 
You tilted your head. “What?”
“Nothin’. Touch my face, if that makes you happy.”
You reached for his cheeks with your warm hands. His skin felt soft, he was clean shaved. Or maybe he didn’t grow a beard yet. Your thumbs traced his cheekbones with curiosity, before going back down to the angle of his jaws, narrow yet sharp. You were getting completely lost in his features, which you had admired for so long. 
He gazed down at you. You swore there was something in his eyes, and you couldn’t figure out what. Affection, maybe, confusion, probably.
You let your fingers trace up his brow bones, careful to avoid his piercings. You gently rubbed the wrinkles on his forehead, smoothing them. “You’re all tense.”
“Damn Sherlock, I wonder why.”
“Why?”
“You’re impossible.”
You were too focused on his face to care. When your fingers got too close to his lips, you noticed his breath hitch, before he gently grabbed your wrists and pushed your hands away from his face. Everything paused for a second, he squeezed your wrists lightly, before letting them go.
“Careful or I’ll bite ‘em pretty fingers off.”
You looked at him for a second, everything felt really heavy, and you weren’t sure if he was joking or not. You let out an awkward giggle, before the tension eased again. This fever really made you do weird things...
What the hell just happened?
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Part seven.
Me just making a collage of all of the tropes I like and calling it a plot
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areyoudoingthis · 1 year ago
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you're genuinely missing out if you don't read stede as having a funky superpower that protects him from the horrors of the world when he's being true to himself and deserts him when he tries to emulate the idea of a man the world wants to impose on him.
he defeats the badmintons without trying because they're bullies and they're just plain wrong all the time. they attack everything that makes stede lovely: his tender heart, his love of soft things, his beautiful body. they mock him and they hurt him and they die for it practically without stede having to lift a finger. the narrative avenges him.
he bewitches ed body and soul without realizing he's doing it, just by being himself, because he's funny and sweet and he gets ed's love for the bit and he's the first person who's happy to join in on his silly games. also because he's kind and generous and an absolute bitch, and because he makes ed feel safe to let down his armor around him, which is the thing ed wants most in the world. and so ed rescues him from the firing squad, because stede's unwittingly earned his devotion.
he turns the crew's opinions about him around in a few weeks by telling them bedtime stories and doing the voices for them without shame, like they're his kids. he comes up with fun activities for them, encourages them to talk about their feelings and offers to share his books with them (not his clothes tho. he's silly and oblivious and a spoiled only child after all). so by the time the british show up they've started thinking maybe things are better this way, maybe stede's showed them a better way of living (olu knew all along because he's soft and smart too), and they rally to defend him.
he defeats a much more skilled and experienced swordsman by thinking on his feet and being whimsical, throws izzy off his game by smacking him in the ass with his sword instead of stabbing him because he knows he can't win, so he comes up with a tactic that has the most chances of success for him in the moment.
he rescues the crew from zheng's ship by knowing about chamomile (sure, jan) and being the congenial towel guy. he rescues the crew and everyone else again from ricky and his goons by making them play dress up, and it works!!!! (minus that one exception, you know). he has the situation under control with ned's gang within minutes just by listening and paying attention to the way they feel about him and his treatment of them. he knows exactly what to say to turn them around, compliments hellkat maggie so deliciously because he's a charming bastard at all times.
but he's lost the magical protection of his whimsical stedeness by turning against himself by the time he's picking a fight with zheng. he's spinning with unresolved trauma and heartbroken and probably exhausted and hangover by the time she tries to poach olu, jim and archie, and then she insults ed (not cool, girl), so he lashes out. he's not defending or protecting anyone this time, not his crew nor ed nor himself. zheng isn't a bully or a villain, she hasn't attacked anyone, only accidentally hurt his feelings. he's lost sigh of the goal that's driven him since the beginning of season 1. there's no ed by his side and he isn't running towards him, he's not working to make a nice, safe world for the people he loves either.
he felt attacked by low the previous night for not measuring up to the ideal of a man and a pirate that's constantly being dangled in front of him, and he triggered his most painful memories by killing him the way he did and then refused to deal with them, chose to overcompensate and throw himself wholly into pursuing that ideal instead. and this is the price he has to pay: his crew wants to leave with zheng and she humiliates him in public and kicks his ass (very cool, girl). every trick he tries to pull fails, like a wizard that's been cut off from his magic.
it's not until he's reorganized his priorities the next morning and he's back to being stede that things turn around for him (but not until he's near ed again, zheng still has to rescue him from the two british soldiers he tries to ambush). and even then he's not a perfect fighter, can fend for himself but needs help to pull his sword out of that one guy so he can run towards ed. and it's so important that he needs help and that he gets it. it's been stede against the world his whole life, and now he finally has allies and friends and a lover who will support him and fight for him.
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noosayog · 2 years ago
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wc: 700
warnings/content: reader uses she/her pronouns, university AU ft. Atsumu
part 1. directory here.
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A light incessant tap on your door has evolved into a knock with the intensity of someone running from murder. Unlucky for the person on the other side of the door, no serial killer inspires enough altruism in you to take kindly to their knocking bloody murder at your door at -- you crack open one eye to glance at your phone -- 2:56 in the morning on finals week.
Your footsteps stomp heavily across the floor of your studio and you swing open the door without looking to see who it may be. If you were more awake, you'd scold yourself for the serious lack of awareness.
"What the fuck do you want," you growl at the figure.
In the hall, a tall, blonde man you’ve never seen before holds his hands up in surrender at your tone. He gives you a smile that would irk you if you could be more irate than you already are. He gives you an up and down which makes you bare your teeth at him and he drops the smile.
"I'm sorry to bother you-"
"You better be. What do you want."
His eyes dart down to your legs then back up again.
"Nothing," he says, starting to emulate some nerves in his voice. "I really am sorry because I actually don't need anything. I live down the hall and we're playing truth or dare and my friends dared me to come knock-"
You've heard enough and slam the door in his face.
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The next morning, you wake up predictably grouchy. You're trudging down the hall to your last final of the year when the door on your left suddenly slams open and a familiar blonde-haired body barrels straight into you. Unable to withstand a wall of muscle multiplied by the force of his body slam, your body goes flying into the opposite wall and you crumple into the floor, vision going white.
"Oh shit," you hear someone mumble.
You feel someone roughly grab your arm to lift you up, but you tear your arm away, staying on the floor to snap out of your vertigo. You feel the arm let you go but the body the arm is attached to hovers over you, arms circling over your body as if he were a metal detector but the metal he's trying to find is bodily harm dealt to you.
"Are you okay?" the metal detector asks.
"What the fuck do you think, asshole?" you snap when you regain some semblance of motor function.
"Jeez, are you always this grumpy?"
You finally look at the offender to find the same man at your door earlier this morning. He grins at you, introducing himself as Miya Atsumu, as if introducing oneself is the natural course of action after giving the counterparty a damn near concussion. He offers you a hand, bright, sunny smile still plastered on.
You slap his hand away and stand up by yourself. After a quick assessment of your essential body functions, you conclude that you're probably alright. You muster up the nastiest glare you have in your arsenal of glares for different occasions and ignore him, continuing on your way.
"Hey, hey wait up," he says, running after you. "I wanted to apologize for last night."
"Apology accepted. Please leave me alone."
"Great then! What's your name? Maybe we can be friends since we're neighbors."
You don't dignify that with a response and instead propel your legs faster, practically running away from him.
He keeps up easily though. By the time you're on campus, your calves are burning, but the whole trek, Miya Atsumu has continued circling through his never-ending carousel of conversation topics, not even breaking a sweat.
Finally, at the university center, you make towards the left and he says, "I'm actually going this way. This was fun, neighbor! Your legs are more muscular than they look!" He flashes you a thumbs up. You sigh in relief, wondering why the fuck he's talking about how your legs look when you suddenly remember that you sleep in just a tank top and panties. You realize the weird ups and downs he was giving you last night were because you were practically naked. As if the day couldn't get any worse, you decide to visit the clinic to propose a lobotomy to forget the events of the past 12 hours (you actually just wanted some aspirin because you had a headache that had spiraled into serious nausea by the end of your final) only to find that you have a concussion.
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hermajestyimher · 6 months ago
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How do I stop letting depression/anxiety control me and how I view myself? I’ve gotten better, but I just feel like my appearance has so much control over me. I am black, but I’ve just been so insecure of my nose and it being on the bigger side, especially compared to other black women (this isn’t to out them down or anything! I think they are absolutely beautiful people and I love them :D). I just feel like I’ve been dealt such a bad hand in life by being unattractive and that all my hardships especially with my relationship with others (romantic and platonic) just stem from me being/feeling unattractive and being a naturally awkward person doesn’t help. I constantly day dream about being a woman like Anok Yai or even someone with the sort of energy as Mia goth. I don’t want this to turn into some pity post, but I want to be able to be beautiful while also replacing this awkward personality of mines. This feels super childish and all over the place, but I just feel a little lost with myself and who I am.
So TLDR is: How do I become/start feeling attractive and become a more confident and charismatic person? Thank you and Im so sorry for the messiness of this post!
Hi my love, it sounds like you need to do a lot of self-concept work to change your internal dialogue and improve how you see yourself. It's essential to build a strong foundation of self-worth and confidence that isn't easily shaken by external influences. Here are some practical steps you can take to begin this transformative process:
1. Eliminate All Forms of Negative Stimuli
One of the first steps in enhancing your self-concept is eliminating the stimuli that contribute to self-doubt. This involves a thorough examination of what you consume daily, whether it’s media, people, or experiences. Start by unfollowing individuals and accounts on social media that make you feel inadequate or pressured to conform to unrealistic standards. Pay attention to how certain songs or films make you feel; if they perpetuate feelings of self-doubt or insecurity, consider removing them from your playlist.
It's crucial to be mindful of what you're feeding your mind. Often, we internalize negative messages without realizing it. These can come from people who appear close to us or through entertainment that subtly promotes insecurity. Perform a detailed assessment of who you’re listening to and determine if their influence is healthy. If not, create distance, whether that means unfollowing them online or spending less time with them in person. Surround yourself with people and content that uplift and inspire you rather than bring you down.
Pro Tip: Make a list of accounts, shows, and songs you consume regularly, and categorize them into “Positive,” “Neutral,” and “Negative.” Actively replace those in the “Negative” category with something positive.
2. Surround Yourself with Positive and Aspirational Content
After you've cleared out negative influences, it's time to replace them with content that uplifts and inspires you. Look for media and role models that align with your aspirations. This could mean following influencers who promote body positivity, self-love, or healthy lifestyles. Find women who embody the qualities you admire and whose lifestyles you aspire to emulate.
Comparison, when used wisely, can motivate us to strive for more. Instead of comparing yourself to others out of insecurity, use it as a tool for growth. Observe the habits, routines, and mindsets of those you admire, and learn from them. Incorporate their positive traits into your life in a way that feels authentic to you.
Additionally, consider expanding your social circle by engaging in environments where aspirational people frequent, such as networking events, workshops, or fitness classes. Being around people who have achieved what you’re aiming for can provide real-life inspiration and show you that your goals are attainable.
Pro Tip: Create a vision board or digital collage of people and things that inspire you. Include images, quotes, and achievements you aspire to. This visual reminder can be a powerful motivator.
3. Reprogram Your Mind with Positive Affirmations
Changing your internal dialogue is critical for improving your self-concept. One effective method is using subliminals and affirmations, which can help rewire your brain with positive messages. These techniques work by bypassing the conscious mind and directly influencing the subconscious, gradually replacing negative beliefs with empowering ones.
Find subliminal audios or affirmation tracks that resonate with you and your goals. For instance, if you're working on self-confidence, look for recordings that focus on self-assurance and self-love. I recommend listening to this one for about 30 minutes daily, ideally in the morning when you wake up or right before bedtime when your subconscious is most receptive. You can find a variety of these resources online, just be careful to read the comments before listening to ensure the affirmations are safe and vetted by others.
As you integrate these practices, remember that consistency is key. Regular exposure to positive affirmations will slowly build a new mindset, one that's more aligned with your true worth and potential. You can also use affirmations to help change your physical appearance as well.
Pro Tip: Write down a set of personal affirmations that resonate with you. Repeat them to yourself every morning and evening as a daily ritual. This practice will reinforce positive beliefs about yourself and your abilities.
4. Improve Your Physical Health
Taking care of your physical well-being is a vital aspect of boosting self-concept. Exercise regularly, not just for physical benefits but also for the mental and emotional gains that come with it. Engaging in physical activity releases endorphins, reduces stress, and builds self-discipline, all of which contribute to a stronger sense of self-worth.
Create a balanced workout routine that you enjoy and can stick to consistently. Whether it’s yoga, running, weightlifting, or dance, find what resonates with you and keeps you motivated. Pair this with a nutritious diet that fuels your body and mind, helping you feel energized and confident.
Remember, discipline in maintaining a healthy lifestyle not only improves your physical appearance but also enhances your mental resilience and self-discipline. These are foundational qualities that contribute to a greater sense of life satisfaction and fulfillment.
Pro Tip: Set realistic fitness goals and track your progress. Celebrate small victories along the way to stay motivated and recognize how far you’ve come.
5. Cultivate Self-Acceptance and Reject Self-Pity
Finally, the ultimate goal is to cultivate a mindset of self-acceptance and reject any form of self-pity. Pity is a toxic emotion that disempowers you and feeds into a cycle of negativity. Recognize that your worth is intrinsic and not solely dependent on external validation or appearance.
Understand that you have the power to transform your life through consistent effort and self-belief. Your value is not determined by how you look or by the opinions of others, but by your inherent qualities and the actions you take to improve yourself. Embrace the fact that you are wonderfully made, unique, and deserving of love and success.
Pro Tip: Practice gratitude daily by acknowledging your strengths and achievements. Keep a journal where you write down three things you are grateful for each day. This practice will shift your focus from self-criticism to self-appreciation.
Remember that the journey to a positive self-concept is ongoing and requires patience and commitment. As you embark on this path, know that you are not alone and that every step you take towards self-improvement brings you closer to becoming the best version of yourself. Keep your head up, stay true to your values, and be proud of the person you are becoming.
You are not lesser than anybody else; you are wonderfully made, and you should be glad to be who you are.
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crepesuzette2023 · 10 days ago
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so i am terminally obsessed with all of your paul-related magritteposting recently and was wondering if you would be so kind as to lay out why magritte screams paul to you (beyond the obvious robert fraser connection, ofc)
Thanks for asking!
[I'll put my own thoughts and mutterings first, and then link to some great posts that further show & elaborate on the Paul McCartney - René Magritte connection...because where would we all be without the great web-weavers that came before us?]
So, first of all, I'm fascinated by their connection because Paul himself talked about it—and, by doing so, he mirrors Magritte's art. Or what would you call it if someone says, what speaks to my innermost heart as an artist is his refusal to pinpoint the nature and mechanisms of said heart? Ceci n'est pas une pipe!
Paul's willingness, à la Magritte, to accept inspiration from his dreams (or the universe) without questioning it can be misconstrued as shallow (or a lie: is he really not choosing the words deliberately? I'd say: even if he does, I get his desire to plunge them into the pool of not going to question or explain it anymore, 'cause it's art now. Doesn't he have rights?!). His emulation of Magritte as a straight artist showing up for work at set hours wearing a slightly eccentric uniform, e.g., bowler hats, likewise can be seen as cowardly, or too cute. But isn't it also generous to allow others (us) to keep our distance from the artist-as-person? To allow for the possibility that we have our own interpretations, too?
Cue the similarity to your very good friend David Lynch, and his Refusal to Elaborate! (See for instance this post by @funeral.)
But I have to stop rambling about character and meta—what about the art?
To me, Magritte's paintings, with their mixture of accessible beauty and opaque strangeness, are really artistic twins of McCartney's songs. Composed of clear lines and strong colors, recognizable figures and spaces, they contain nothing overtly threatening, and yet— and there's the way the figures famously turn away, like Paul's purely fictional protagonists. Their everyman quality that makes you curious. The sweet, harmless signature. The unexpected juxtapositions.
There's a sense of the unflappable to Magritte's paintings, of being undisturbed, the calm of accepting the images as they come. A lack of self-censorship. Let 'Em In.
Even the pipe, like Jim McCartney's...
I remember one time I saw a Magritte painting: The Voice of Space. It's so simple and beautiful, but also outrageous. I remember just staring at it, ignoring everything else—not because it was interesting and upsetting, but because it was also nice to look at...
Very Mr. Musical Blendini.
And maybe that is the reason Paul loves Magritte: Because identifying with him allows him to cast his reluctance to "go too far" in his behavior as an act of subversion—or perhaps meeting Magritte helped him realize that his, Paul's, way of being an artist had been subversive all alone. A "secret raver" like his father (and unlike his more openly weird brother, Mike).
And you know how it is: Once you decide two things belong together, you see the connections everywhere.
For more on Paul and Magritte (and a bit of John and Yoko!), there's this fabulous long post: The Surrealist by @thecoleopterawithana.
Two examples for the affinity between Magritte's paintings and Paul's music/art: The Fool, also by @thecoleopterawithana, and this post by @eppysboys.
Here is a beautiful illustration of the sky-blue and bowler hats connection, by @tavolgisvist — who also found the Magritte-inspiration for the cover of Red Rose Speedway.
René Magritte: The Voice of Space
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emp-t-man · 3 months ago
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episode 2 time yippeeee :3
i dunno if it was on purpose or if it was just an error on makayla’s part but hera pronouncing minkowski incorrectly is so silly to me. it’s the only time she does that in the whole podcast and it could be seen as her emulating eiffel because they’ve started to get along and then minkowski tearing into her for it so it doesn’t happen again or it could just be a mistake but. it’s silly.
eiffel is so incredibly monotone in these early episodes compared to the amount of personality his voice is known to have, ESPECIALLY during his announcement to the rest of the station. obviously a lot of it is just zach growing into the character and the voice but i also like to think that losing that monotonality is symbolic of him growing out of his more,,, nihilistic? i wanna say? approach to the whole situation as time goes on
i’d let minkowski throw me in the brig. the way she talks in this episode? i’m. god i love angry women
tiny detail but i love his delivery on “can you explain to these LOSERS—” he’s so unserious i love him
i NEED to know what was going through gabriel’s head when he made minkowski call him doug. i’ll probably have a definitive answer on this further into the relisten but i can’t tell if it’s her just being casual and trying to appeal to him as,, almost a friend? or if it’s a bitter thing, like how she refused to call lovelace “sir” until she had earned it. i’ll definitely have more to say on that later, but for now. hm
i would also like to know how many eiffel protocols there were, and for what scenarios minkowski could have possibly come up with him doing in order to make them—
I. HATE. THE LITTLE RADIO STATIC SOUND EFFECT THEY USE AS A TRANSITION IN THESE EARLY EPISODES. ITS LOUD, ITS UNNECESSARY, AND IT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME I THANK GOD EVERY DAY THEY DID AWAY WITH IT
something something “could there be pain” something something masochism something something homosexual
SPEAKING OF PAIN. HILBERT SAYS SOMETHING ABOUT VAPORIZED BROMINE??? DO YALL KNOW HOW FUCKING PAINFUL IT IS WHEN BROMINE MAKES CONTACT WITH SKIN??? A LITTLE BIT OF PAIN MY ASS THAT SHIT CAN CAUSE PERMANENT SKIN LOSS
also?? i never realized that the fucking. klaxon thing that blares??? was specifically to prevent him from sleeping. that wasn’t a warning because the room was so cold, it was a method of sleep deprivation, that’s fucked up my god fhdbdb
another one of my favorite deliveries is “i THOUGHT i smelled MOLASSES. but then i DIDN’T get knocked out, so i dunno what THAT was about 😀”
i will never, EVER get over “when in doubt, whip it out” that’s the funniest thing gabriel has ever done /j
also there’s something about the way that eiffel pronounces minkowski’s name wrong when talking to or about her, but still has enough respect to call her “commander” half the time. it’s kind of a proof that he isn’t doing it maliciously, it’s simply a bit of banter that he thought was a joke between the two. but that also makes it more heartbreaking because he genuinely just. doesn’t realize the harm he’s doing. and refuses to listen every time she tries to bring it up.
the way that eiffel is so concerned over brushing his teeth this whole time when this motherfucker won’t even shower. like. your priorities are all over the place babygirl
BUT, speaking of that. i definitely don’t think it’s just about brushing his teeth. i’ve seen a lot of things about like. how ridiculous it is that he would go through all of that just for toothpaste? but listen. nothing in eiffel’s life up until this point had been something he’d had a choice in, at least not since the accident. even going on this MISSION wasn’t really a choice, when you consider the alternative was twenty-something years in prison as opposed to only a couple in space. being in charge of this situation, as dumb as it may sound, was the only thing left for him to BE in charge of. he finally had a SAY in something, and he was willing to go without sleep for over twenty four hours, live in minus forty degrees, starve for hours on end, and be entirely isolated just to make sure he could keep it that way, if just for a few more hours. and that’s devastating to me
this one is long as HELL but every time i listen to this thing i find more stuff i can connect in terms of later plot points and it’s so maddening that gabriel admitted to having no idea where he wanted to go at this point because he ended up tying it together SO WELL.
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lynn-tged-posting · 5 months ago
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tged webtoon ep 158 spoilers and thoughts but mostly it's just me laughing my ass off and also speculating on what happens, im still working on the novel but ill finish it soon trust <- has like ten billion different things she wants to do at the same time
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ARCOS AND MARBELLA IN THIS PANEL WAS ME FOR MOST IF NOT ALL OF THIS CHAPTER HELPPP LMFAOAOOO
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javier you absolute fiend you ,,, you've learned so much,,, /aff
i figured that javier would tell them at least a semi-truth, or something like that to tide over the count/countess,,, their expressions here made me so worried for a moment,,,
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LIKE THESE UUAGHGHHGHGHHHH that kind of anticipation is terrifying tbh like "has our son been dead this whole time, have we been living w someone else??" and the imminent grief looming over that thought i think got translated really well here the blank irises and the shadowed face im so ,,,, ueueueueueue
AND THEN TO GET HIT WITH THIS
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HELP MEEEE HAHAHAHA BRAZEN JAVIER ROBOFACED JAVIER ITS REAL HES REAL LMFAOAOOOOO
OF ALL THE THINGS JAVIER COULD HAVE DONE TO GET OUT OF THIS SITUATION HE DECIDED TO EMULATE LLOYD I GIGGLED SO BAD I STARTED COUGHING
AND THE FULL COMMITMENT TOO TO THE BIT AND MAKING IT SEEM LIKE HE'S MORE FOULMOUTHED THAN HE LETS ON . AND SINCE JAVIER IS NORMALLY SO DEADPAN IT JUST. WORKS I GUESS HAHAHAHAHA THIS IS CRAZY
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insane genuinely fucking insane i couldn't stop laughing HAHAHAHAA like this is completely absurd but the fact that it's coming from javier, someone who the count and countess completely trust at the moment, someone who's been by lloyd's side this whole time,,, PELASE HAHAHFHADHFDHSHAHA
the count and countess reacting too got me giggling a storm HAHA
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also also early webtoon lloyd makes an appearance again i think it's really fun that the artist gives him the hairstyle from back then, before they changed his hairstyle heehee
oh his undershirt is also missing that X that's usually there in the current tged style too i didnt notice that at first but another little callback!!!
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AND THEN JAVIER FINISHING OFF THE BIT WITH. SEPPUKU??? WHAT THE HELL ALDKFJLSDKJF ?!?!?!
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I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY TO THIS LIKE HE DIDNT HAVE TO but i guess it did kind of knock the count/countess out of their stupor bc by seeing something so insane from javier they think javier rlly regrets giving lloyd BRAIN DAMAGE LAKJDFSHDF FUCKING BRAIN DAMAGE
i did see some ppl say that its kind of odd that they thank javier for this and thats fair yeah i dont think id be ok w finding out "oh one of my loved ones gave another one of my loved ones MEMORY LOSS"
but i think it could be that they're relieved to find out (or are inclined to believe) that their lloyd is "still alive" - he's just changed, not dead (except he is dead, so javier succeeded in fooling them without telling very severe lies)
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honestly with how their expressions were they were probably expecting the worst, esp w all the evidence stacked against lloyd. can u imagine that despair, realizing that the person you've finally come to love is not the person you thought they were?? that the person you thought you had a second chance with, wasn't that person at all? i bet all those regrets were washing over the count and countess all at once,,, and then the relief that comes when it's revealed (when they're lead to believe) that no, it's the same person. this second chance was with the same lloyd, not someone else. that's still their son. oooooh imagine the relief, the realization that you don't have to mourn, you don't have to grieve for a death that happened under your nose
i think that's why they reacted this way, instead of worrying over javier wacking lloyd upside the head; like, what matters now is that lloyd frontera is alive (to them) and that both lloyd and javier have grown and changed themselves and the estate for the better. that the child and the knight they raised have a bright future and isn't that what any parent wants?
tho ofc they dont realize that their assumption is not the truth, but well they dont need to know that,,, for everyones sakes,,, nice play javier
when lloyd shows up and we saw this panel i thought we were gonna have a nice moment between the two of them where lloyd thanks javier for covering for him and hiding the truth but then-
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THESE TWO FUCKING IDIOTS HAHAHAHAHAHA /AFF
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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEYRE SO DEVIOUS HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA
and then lloyds conversation with the count/countess after PLEASE
yknow this is kind of like that bargaining strategy where you propose something completely absurd and crazy so that the other party says no, but then you offer your real request that is objectively tasking but the other party thinks of it as lesser than the former request so they'll grant it . whatever the heck that strat is called thats what this feels like HAHAHAHA
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AND ARCOS TRYING TO LOOK OUT FOR LLOYD AND
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AHFGSDLJKFSDGHH THRTHOWS UP
lloyd says "all i need is for you to stay healthy" and god that fucking. hurts ouw ouuuhhh owiee oww BUDDY U CAN HAVE BOTH U CAN PROTECT UR FAMILY WHILE ALSO RELYING ON THEM!!! LLOYD!!! LLLOOOYYYDDD
and yet of course this is smth that suho!lloyd would say ,,, he wasnt able to help his parents w their struggles back then but now he can and now it's all he wants to do ,,, i cant even explain how emo this exchange makes me i can't quite put it into words even after a whole day of sitting on this,,, especially after the events of 157 like lloyd im worried abt u!! he doesnt even realize he doesnt even realize the overwork the possible spiral that can come from trying to preserve this aghhh AAGGHHH
sorry for losing it anyways moving on, the title effects linking yippie!!! it was super fun seeing all the teams and all the people he's brought together,,, truly this was our greatest estate development /j
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ALSO JAVIER BEING BY HIMSELF ON A TEAM LMFAOOOO "the team that does everything" HAHAHAHAHA
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AND THEN AND THEN the last reveal of this episode THE KINGDOM OF HEAVEN HELLO!@?!?!??!@?!?@?!@! OH MY GOD
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raphael looks a litte different here i could've sworn he was a turtle /j
BUT YEAH HOLY SHIT WOW i mean it makes sense, if theres a hell theres probably a heaven, and there was that line that javier said where he was like "alicia liking lloyd is more ridiculous than suho actually being an archangel" MAN I SHOULDA SEEN THIS COMING LMAO but im still excited to see where this goes
like the jewel of truth construction being ILLEGAL? what r they gonna do??? like,,, take the parts away?!?! how will lloyd avoid their like, divine punishment or whatever?? is it considered a crime to start mythical construction??? i wonder what their ruling will be
also the exiled student guy (forgot his name) and lupellan what r they up to will this interfere w them?? or with lloyd? a lot of stuff lined up oh GOD lmao
anyways thats all for right now, as always i yap more on my twitter if youd like to see more shenanigans from me, see yall next week!! !!!!
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antlered-angel · 7 months ago
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CW: Gore, Disturbing Imagery, graphic descriptions of violence
Disclaimer: this is for fun! I’m not doing this to “fix” the stories or designs, these are mostly headcanons of mine. Please don’t be racist in the comments because I make certain characters POC. I promise it’s just a headcanon, it won’t hurt you.
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My most favorite design, here’s Nina the Killer. The Killer trio is officially complete!
I imagine Nina being 20 years old and one of the tallest of the creepypasta just behind Helen. She is Hispanic and Latina, ace and bi, and goes by she/they. She has ADHD and tends to fidget a lot. Nina is a ball of enthusiastic energy. Out of all the redesigns, Nina is probably the farthest from her original design. I based it heavily off of 2000s emo and scene looks. I like to think that she loooooves pink and can’t have an outfit without it. I changed her weapon to a shard of glass as a reference to her cutting her face open with one in her story. Her eyes are also dry and bloodshot but she still has her eyelids as they were simply stitched open as opposed to Jeff burning his off.
Nina developed lots of hobbies over the years. Nina loves music and is a huge fan of Avril Lavigne, her favorite song being Girlfriend. She plays guitar and she dreams of being in a band. She’s a hopeless romantic and dreams of a perfect love, and she’s good at seeing when other people are in love. She loves to read YA novels for this reason and bonds with Jane over the Twilight series (she’s also Team Alice). Their relationship started out a bit rocky at first, understandably, and Nina is thankful that Jane was willing to have a friendship with her despite her past. Nina lowkey has a crush on Jane but doesn’t think she has a chance due to her previous obsession with Jeff. Nina has grown from her infatuation with Jeff over the years, realizing that glorifying and romanticizing his actions has only caused pain. Despite her minimal scarring compared to the other two killers, Nina still lit herself on fire and carved a smile in her cheeks in an attempt to emulate him. She committed murder, even if it was against those who tormented her and the people she cared about. Nina attempted to cauterize her cheek slashes shut and while it didn’t work, it set off her personal journey of self reflection. She developed her own style and cultivated new relationships. Jane seems to have a soft spot for her and the two bond over mutual interests and how both were fucked over by Jeff in some way.
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blueskiesrry · 1 month ago
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2024 writing evaluation :)
thank you lizzzz for tagging me
1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 5!!!
2. Word count posted for the year: 199,325
3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction
4. Pairings: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson
5. Story with the most:
Kudos: everything of mine is yours
Bookmarks: everything of mine is yours
Comments: where we landed
6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): I'm most proud of everything of mine is yours because it really was just written purely based on what i wanted to write and was full of self indulgence. the writing style is one that i'm always trying to somehow replicate with my other works.
7. Work I’m least proud of (and why): to be honest, i'm not entirely sure. i wish i would've put more time into if we were butterflies but i wouldn't say i'm not proud of it. i love beige as well but there was hardly any thought put into it so maybe that's the one i'm least proud of. but not bc i don't love it haha
8. Share or describe a favorite review you received: any time i get a comment about a reread or someone going to read my other fics because they liked one of them is a different kind of special to me. to be specific though, i got a comment on where we landed from the person who submitted the prompt, and i still go back and read it when i'm struggling with writing. just know if you've ever left a comment or sent me a message about my fics, even if it's the smallest thing, i've held it close.
9. A time when writing was really, really hard: i found writing hard in late spring through the summer. i went really hard the first few months of the year (wrote four fics by may 😃) and i think it burnt me out a bit. there were some things i started and put to the side when i realized i was forcing myself to write them even though they weren't going how i wanted. this is the first year i've been serious and disciplined with my writing so i'm taking that as a learning experience.
10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: there is a scene in you, in every color where louis and harry have their first disagreement of the fic that acts as a sort of indication that things are getting rocky, and it was surprising to me how difficult it was to get right. i ended up writing it a few times before i finally felt like in emulated what i was going for. the first draft was a large screaming match which ultimately didn't feel right for the characters.
11. A favorite excerpt of your writing: oh boy, i'm just going to post the first one i can think of lolol. i have nothing to say about it. this is from if we were butterflies
There’s many times in an artist’s life when they must decide whether to savor the moment with their eyes or in their art. To watch a sunset sky turn from purple to pink or to dip a brush in watercolor paint. To snap the picture of a lover lying in the moonlight or to lie with them across cool sheets. To put the pencil down when Harry parts his lips, Louis’ name on his tongue, or to capture his expression forever. “Lou,” Harry says in a voice he’s never heard before, hands shaking in his lap. Louis’ gaze snaps to his, and he must decide—to keep this to himself or to never go another day without the reminder of exactly how Harry is looking at him. And any other time it would feel easy. If it was anyone else, there might be the promise of another moment. But now? With Harry, here, like this, and so, so beautiful?
12. How did you grow as a writer this year: as i said above, this is the first year i've been intentional with my writing, so i think i grew in a lot of ways. most notably, i learned how to outline in a way that works for me which has been HUGE in actually finishing projects. i also learned that writing scenes in order is a lot easier for me and makes it more likely that i'll finish something.
13. How do you hope to grow next year: i'd like to get better at editing. i kind of despise editing after the first read through which leads to sloppiness. i'd like to do better at being intentional with editing and keeping an eye out for specific things.
14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): this is also the first year that i've really had writer friends who i can talk about writing with so everyone that i've done this with has been a huge influence. specificallyyyyyy though, @harruandlou ofc. i've learned a lot from her about the technical side of writing from plotting to editing and everything in between. and obvs she's been incredible in putting up with my whining and scattered ideas during beta reading 🙂‍↕️
15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: always. the first one i can think of is the place in chicago that harry goes in eomiy are places i also went for a conference during undergrad. i'm always pulling things from real life though, i couldn't possibly tell you all of them.
16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: know your characters before anything else. while plot is important, people will come for the plot but stay for the characters so make sure you know exactly who they are, where they came from, and where they're going. i promise you it will make all the difference in how real your writing feels.
17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: i recently finished writing my longest (!!!!!) fic yet (over 100k!!!!) that will come out soon into the new year. i'm looking forward to finishing up editing and sharing it with everyone :) i also do have some things planned that i can't wait to get started on!
18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.
ik you may have already been tagged but @petitommo @wishingforloushair @28goldens @insightfulinsomniac @louieshalo
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donkeys-waffles · 8 months ago
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(WARNING SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 425.)
Just casually thinking about how "Creep" from Radiohead is so AFO and Izuku coded. Just separately, both characters emulate the feelings behind this song. "Creep" is a very self-deprecating song, with deep devotion to another person, referring to this other person as an angel, as something that is 'perfect' in comparison to how they refer to themselves as a 'creep'.
This part I'll be talking about Izuku, next I'll talk about AFO.
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We've seen the discrimination Izuku has experienced from being quirkless, the isolation, neglect, verbal and physical abuse.
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He mentions that this was the moment he realized that not all people are created equal. It speaks volumes of his character and how he views himself, like he's the main problem of this equation. As if in some way it's his fault for being born without a quirk so it's natural for others to treat him with discrimination. There's not enough righteous fury in this recap.
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Everyone, every important figure in his life has told him to be realistic, his mother apologized for him being quirkless as if it was a disease, (I love both her and All Might don't get me wrong here, I can understand their reasonings, but that doesn't take away the impact of what was said.) and both his childhood friend and idol crushed his dreams.
It reminds me of these lyrics from "Creep"
"I wish I was special You're so fuckin' special
But I'm a creep I'm a weirdo What the hell am I doin' here? I don't belong here"
I also wanna add this fun little tidbit for the "But I'm a creep," section,
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So many times has his mumbling been a source of discomfort for people, so much so that Bakugou felt the need to have an outburst each time he did it in the beginning of the manga. Makes it even funnier knowing it's about quirks.
The last two lines remind me a lot of Izuku's mentality in the early chapters, during the sports festival and the first appearance of the League of Villains we see a lot of Izuku feeling completely useless. We also see Izuku degrading his own accomplishments, giving the credit to All Might, Gran Torino, or his other classmates. Despite, him earning OFA because of his heroic spirit he views himself as a burden.
I feel like the line "I don't belong here" is emulated in so many ways, you can easily argue that his vigilante arch could emulate this, but I really think that his resolve for being quirkless again is what takes the cake for me.
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Of course, he's not too heartbroken by it if he never felt he deserved it anyway. He always viewed it as a gift (not something he earned the right to), we see this with Shigaraki and even Aoyama. That's his line of empathy with them, he views himself as fortunate to be given the opportunity he has, while they suffered a worse fate by hands that wanted to use them. Here are some other honorable mentions when it comes to this idea. (Even though Izuku isn't very lucky either, he's also been used as a weapon in two wars at 16 but that's beside the point.)
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And many, many others really, let's be honest. It's one of the first things I noticed about Izuku's character that I feel never truly got resolved.
"I don't care if it hurts I wanna have control I want a perfect body I want a perfect soul I want you to notice When I'm not around"
The first two lines emulate a lot of Izuku's lack of self-preservation.
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The first picture illustrates the sacrifices he's made saving others despite it shattering his bones. The second is him grabbing Tomura's hands despite decay and losing his arms.
Lines 3 and 4, as well as
"You're just like an angel Your skin makes me cry You float like a feather In a beautiful world"
Emulates how he views All Might and Bakugou throughout the manga,
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All Might is always shown as this unstoppable force for a big chunk of the manga, we can see it in the season 1 anime opening when All Might is standing with his back to Izuku, a light silhouetting him with Izuku reaching his hand out to him. As if he's this unattainable picture of heroism, furthering the lyrics of "I don't belong here," "You're just like an angel" and "You're so fucking special."
Now for Bakugou, which my main examples come from early in the manga of course.
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"As you've said, I had nothing going for me."
"I could admire All Might from a distance, but you were right there. This amazing person in my life."
I think this just illustrates my point. He considered them both pillars of strength. (I wouldn't say that has changed with All Might despite him being retired, even though All Might is admired, and cherished, now he's viewed as more human. Which is so sweet.)
"I want you to notice me when I'm not around"
Is also, very Izuku coded, considering his history with being bullied. Looking back to the beginning of my spiel, we see a lot of bullying taking place in the classroom with teachers that could've reported Bakugou's aggressive behavior. A lot of adults failed Izuku, they turned a blind eye to the obvious abuse happening right in front of them. And that's made even worse if you consider whether Inko knew of the abuse herself. There was negligence in the system on Izuku's behalf, that's made clear. Also considering his first friends (in a decade,), and his extreme anxiety surrounding Ochako and Iida when he first met them. But it also makes me think of this recent panel
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It really hurts looking at these panels, because he's clearing wanting to talk with them and they're brushing him off. He wants to be noticed here, he wants to reach out to them and have friends to confide in. And Ochako just talks about his hair and brushes him off, while Todoroki does the same thing.
It just makes me sad considering his history, he probably thinks it's because he's going to be quirkless again. And the saddest thing is Izuku wouldn't blame them, he wouldn't feel the anger he's entitled to, because again I don't believe he feels deserving of living the dream he had. With it all disappearing with his quirk feels natural to him when it shouldn't. Bringing us back the beginning of this self-deprecating song and cycle in Izuku's life.
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roboj0e · 9 months ago
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I watched the begins≠youth show a couple days ago. I was too busy to talk about it but now I have down time and kind wanna go over some stuff. (I pirated it for the boycott obviously and bc the platform Hybe released it on is ass backwards and weird)
I was kinda concerned that I wouldn't get emotionally invested with the story without BTS there but I really liked it so far. It hits the emotional beats really well. The actors are really good and do a good job bringing their own individuality into their performance while also emulating some mannerism of their respective members character. Enough that I'm reminded of BTS but not too much that makes it feel weird or uncanny.
They changed some things but not too much so far. I think the way the BTUniverse was presented made it much easier to adapt it into a series. But also made it so some characters are just too devoid of their respective members personality. Such as Dogeon. He doesn't feel like Namjoon to me and his actor doesnt resemble him at all I feel like the other actors even just slightly resemble the members but not him and I really don't like it. But What we know of all their characters is only their adult selves after what happens in high school tho so I forgive it but he's the only one I had trouble really vibing with bc of that.
I don't know if theyre gonna include the supernatural elements into the show it seems like it might be a crime drama murder mystery where they deal with extenuating circumstances of their daily lives while investigating the past and how they may be connected with each other. Their was a lot more emphasis placed on yoongi mothers death and what may have lead to it than in the original BTU.
I like the direction but I would have loved the supernatural elements more than just another murder mystery HS drama.
Jins character (hwan) really pissed me off at first but it was intentional ofc. The actor does a good job. His character is quiet and contemplative but cute when he wants to be. Loved the moments between his character and Namjoons (Dogeon) I'ma namjonist at heart and BTU was giving namjin hard ASF.
The actor for hobis character (hosu) is a master at emulating his mannerisms and even the inflection in his voice and his dialect. It was amazing how I immediately knew who he was while I kinda struggled for the other characters until I realized they still had the same last names as the BTS members 💀. Hes cute and acts as a mediator for the group like jhope sometimes does irl. The actor does a good job of balancing hobis sunny personality and his quiet suffering with his trauma and disorder. I think his narcolepsy might still be munchausen's disorder like in the og.
The actor for taehyungs character (jooan) really matched his carefree and playful nature of both his character and taehyung. His smile and facial expressions really remind me of taehyung. He reminds me of how tae portrayed his character in hwarang. They took away his sister so idk if tae(jooan) killing his dad is gonna be something that happens since his sister's abuse was the motivator for it. Again I think it's bc they may have taken away the supernatural time travel elements.
I was worried about yoongis character (cein). I was really hoping they didn't portray him as one dimensional. Just angsty sleepy and quiet. The same way some army's portray yoongi in fanfics sometimes. But I like that they included how cute loud and mischievous he can be with bursts of energy. How reliable and loyal he is. How he cares for ppl with actions instead of words. I think Cein's personality resembled yoongis the most out of any other character and their respective member. The one thing I ABSOLUTELY hated was the implication that yoongi or his character would be uncomfortable with queerness even as a joke. Mr tongue technology himself?? I don't think so. They can miss me with that bullshit.
Haru being a unisex name just like Jimin is so cute. I like Jimins character his actor is really good and nailing the more serious scenes. His story along with yoongis(Cein) was the most compelling to me so far. I like how his trauma is portrayed and even the stigma around it. I like how they put him in charge of the decorations and cake for Cein's birthday like Jimin used to do irl before the company sorta took that over. I don't remember Jimin(haru) having an older brother but fuck him and his mom and dad.
Like I said before Joons character (Dogeon) bothered me the most. He's poor and sad and that's really all there is to him rn and it kinda sucks. The actor doesn't remind me of namjoon at all. His performance is good but the writing for the character is just a bit weak. They also make him more law abiding than he was in the BTU. He acts as a voice of reason to tehyungs (jooan) mischief but I don't really remember him being like that. But again the BTU didn't explore their highschool days THAT much.
Jungkook character (jeha) is adorable. the actor is a minor so I hope ppl take that into account when talking about him and his character. His home life isn't as bad as it was portrayed in the BTU but I think the abuse he faces will obviously escalate. I like the dimension they added to his character. I'm ready to see where this goes for him.
I screamed when I saw Jung sungil as jins(hwan) dad. Very good choice. I loved him in the glory but I'm so prepared to see him as a villain. Also the actors from beyond evil playing jungkooks(jeha) older brother.
Very interested to see where this trail goes with yoongis(Cein's) mom. If Hwans dad did actually SA her and what lead to her death. I was surprised they included that detail. I also have a feeling that Hwan's dads weied issue with Hwan having friends may have something to do with Cein's mom.
There also seems to be a culminating revelation of how the boys were involved in Cein's mom death. They kept showing flashbacks of each boy when some building exploded. I thought it was yoongis suicide in BTU but then they showed both where Cein was during the explosion so it was some other fire and not the fire that namjoon dies in (didn't relaize how many fire related deaths was in the BTU) bc I believe that takes place later when they're older and if they changed that fire to fit the lack of super natural elements then it still wouldn't fit bc jooan doesn't know who Cein is at the time of the explosion. So it must be the fire yoongis mom dies in if not then idk.
Honestly just really looking forward to seeing where this all leads especially if they've excluded the time traveling.
The show also gave me this weird sense of sad nostalgia for hyyh Bangtan. I cried a little seeing them interacted with such simplicity especially Cein's bday scenes bc I was just heavily reminded of BTS and really miss them.
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velvetvexations · 4 months ago
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why are so mamy trans ppl on this site robotfuckers/technophiles and why am i becoming one of them
Well, for me it's totally different than for most. I fell in love with Dorothy from The Big O because of her extremely flat, monotone speech, and her expression completely lacking a trace of emotion, like a Vulcan. The idea of having power over a robot like that, who truly feels nothing but a desire to serve you, is intoxicating for me.
I commissioned a small story from a writer a few years ago. They became a vtuber and as far as I know they haven't done writing commissions since, so I'll hold off on naming them for now and will ask them if they want credit for it.
warning:
This is not really non-con but it explores the idea of a semi-sapient fuckdoll that has no will beyond yours, and idk, it's not great, morally, and might remind you of worse.
Her Quiet Eyes
Sure, she had cost a lot, but shipping had been the real killer. But the months of saved paychecks had been worth it. Your very own Realifigure had arrived that day. The setup had been surprisingly simple; she was already pre-programmed with the right personality routines. There were just a few firmware updates to install. Good thing the charging case she came in had an ethernet port.
Before long, R.Dorothy Wayneright’s eyes were open, and she stood up out of her box in the middle of your living room in her iconic pitch-black dress and white neck lace. Real, alive. Or at least as close to real as a character from a cult classic anime could get. Realifigures were the next step in ultra-exclusive, ultra-expensive collector’s items for the discerning weeaboo. Life-sized figures (robots, really) made to be as close as possible to the character they were designed to emulate. Even the black band in her blood-red hair could pop open up like a disc drive just like in the show, even though there was absolutely no use for it at all.
“Hello,” she said simply. There wasn’t a hint of emotion to her voice. No excitement, no happiness at meeting her new partner for the first time. You almost thought you messed some part of the installation up and flip through the manual, until a ‘character specifics’ section reminds you that really is just the way Dorothy acts. Which isn’t wrong. Sure she might have opened up to Roger more over the course of the show’s twenty-six episodes and displayed more emotion over time but that cold, occasionally sarcastic, demeanor never really left and that’s part of what makes her so dang cute in the first place so-
Dorothy stood there, staring. Oh. How long were you lost in thought?
“Ah, hi.”
“You are my partner, correct?”
‘Partner’ was the proper term. Something like ‘master’ or ‘owner’ just wasn’t very advertising-friendly, unless it was a specific character’s gimmick to call their partner that. “Yeah. That’s right.” You held out a shaky hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Dorothy.”
She looked at the hand for a second, then took it in hers, briefly. “You as well.” She didn’t sound like she meant it. Pitch black eyes smoothly looked to the left, then the right. You followed her gaze and realized just how much of an awful mess your apartment was. You hadn’t tidied up any of the cardboard and the packaging Dorothy had been inside just mere hours ago. And that was on top of the littered clothes, the pizza boxes, the trash overflowing with garbage takeout.
“I am programmed with a wide variety of cleanliness routines.” Dorothy stated simply. It was hard not to read her neutral expression as judgemental.
“No, uh, that’s okay. I can do that myself. I was actually wondering if you would like to… go out? Like, on a date.”
“Yes.”
She said it without any hesitation, something that took you by surprise despite her completely flat tone. You have to remind yourself to not get too crazy about her. It’s just her programming. There wouldn’t be any point to the Realifigure line if they didn’t do whatever their partner said, regardless of outward personality. You asked her to wait in the living room while you went to change in yours. And it’s only then you start to realize how poorly thought out your whole plan was. You don’t really have any good clothes, not good enough for dating anyways. You haven’t dated since… actually, you prefer not to think about it. You did manage to find a button-up in plain, somewhat ill-fitting white. Better than nothing. You tuck it into a fresh pair of jeans and join Dorothy back outside. She quietly joined you for the evening you had made up on the spot because you hadn’t actually planned it out at all. But dinner and movie are as classic as it gets, right?
It went smoothly. Relatively. You kept asking why Dorothy didn’t touch any of her food and she kept reminding you in the same neutral (condescending?) tone that she has no need to eat. She cannot digest, she has no sense of taste. Of course that makes sense, but it wasn’t a realistic experience. Or wait, it was, wasn’t it. She was a robot, after all. Both literally and as the character she was modeled on. It was all a little more confusing than you expected, but it’s also enticing, in a strange way that you can’t quite put your finger on. If you had just wanted a sexdoll that was all looks, you wouldn’t have spent so much on something that came with a personality, that was so realistically-made people would be more likely to mistake her for a cosplayer than a machine.
“What did you think of the movie?”
“It was interesting.”
You blinked. That was the most emotive response you had received from her all night. The film had been some indie thing from France. Totally in black and white, only subtitles. You had thought it was appropriate because of Dorothy’s source material. Maybe it had sparked something in her programming. “What was interesting about it?”
“The cinematography. The use of outdated filming techniques. It was an ‘artistic choice,’ correct?”
You shrugged. “I guess so.” Dorothy didn’t say anything else, and you felt kind of stupid. Should you have tried to say something smart? Dorothy probably had every piece of knowledge stored away inside her electronic brain, so it’s not like you could have just made something up to look that way. Maybe it was better to look clueless than stupid. And that just leads you into thinking about how dumb it is to even care. It’s not like she’s real. Just a personality program running through its pre-packaged reactions and responses. No matter how realistic she is. No matter how sure you are that you could feel her rust-red hair, or her milky synthetic skin, and not be able to tell the difference. The walk home is spent in silence. Dorothy kept her hands laid on top of each other on the front of her dress. You didn’t know what to do with yours and shoved them in your pockets instead.
Back at your apartment, you have a difficult time deciding what to do next. This is all more difficult than you had thought it would be. Dorothy was literally your property, not a real person, a construct running a limited program, not capable of true emotion. But it still felt wrong to issue commands to her, to tell her to get right to the sex. Maybe that’s the uncanny valley, or whatever. She looked too human to not treat as a human.
Instead, you decide to pour drinks. You don’t exactly keep high quality liquor, but you did have some cheap box wine lying around from a recent get together with a few friends, and that should do a good enough job. It’s not like Dorothy could tell the difference, or that she would care if she could. When you returned from the kitchen to offer her the drink, you nearly dropped it instead. Dorothy stood there, almost entirely undressed. Your eyes traced her mostly naked body down to the floor where her dress laid pooled like an inky black puddle.
The Big O was not an anime chock full of lewd fanservice, so Dorothy’s designers had taken some liberties when it came to her underwear. It was all very old fashioned, you would have thought of it as Victorian or something; a lacy white bra, bloomers that puffed outward, and a velvet-y corset that didn’t seem to be tied so tight it would cause discomfort, if she could even feel discomfort.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Dorothy stepped closer. Very close. The plastic wine glasses shook in your hand. “I can’t do anything with a drink, you know. There is no need to ‘wine and dine’ me.”
“Ah, it’s just…”
She took your hand and carefully unwrapped it from the glass. She took it and placed it on the coffee table behind her. Then she put her hand back in yours and started to, gently, tug in the direction of your bedroom. “Come with me.” You obliged her.
Dorothy helped you undress. Shirt, followed by shoes, followed by pants. Soon the two of you were on top of your bed, Dorothy on her back. Cautiously, you helped her remove the corset, the bloomers and, shakily, the bra. It gave you a chance to witness every delicate curve of her body. Her softly tapered waist. Her pert breasts. You had been right before; it really was impossible to tell the difference. She lounged on your bed, expression unwavering, until you slid yourself on top of her. She didn’t move an inch.
“Are you, ah, ready?”
“Are you?”
There was that vague sense of condescension again. “I, yeah, I think so.” Dorothy simply nodded. And waited. You took a dry swallow, mustered up that last bit of courage you needed, and pushed yourself forward. Dorothy didn’t react when you entered her, but other she felt… perfect. Not too tight, not too loose, just the right amount of grip. Just making that contact for the first time made your back arch and forced the breath out of you. She was anatomically correct, after all. Right down to the clear, slick lubrication. But Dorothy still didn’t move, even when you did.
“Does it feel good?” You asked, hesitant.
“No.”
You stopped. “No?”
“No. I do not feel.” Dorothy moved for the first time since you had started. Her hands slowly raised up and cupped your cheeks. “But if you feel good, then I am content. Please enjoy yourself.”
It was encouragement, even if it was a little weird and delivered in that same bored tone that didn’t change on iota no matter what the context was. Of course she didn’t feel it. Maybe some Realifigures would be programmed to respond like they did, but not one like Dorothy. Not frank, brutally honest Dorothy. And it actually worked. You started to let yourself take control, and the nervousness slipped away. And as you started to move faster, to breathe harder, you felt Dorothy’s small, delicate hands move around the sides of your head to wrap around and pull you in closer until your head rested in her chest. Your hands moved too, slowly upwards from Dorothy’s slim hips. They wanted to feel every inch of that smooth synthskin, to wrap around the sides of her waist, to grasp at her squeeze her perfectly rounded buttocks. You could feel the small of her back and the little ridges of her spine and her slim arms and her pale breasts. All the while Dorothy doesn’t move at all, not any movement that isn’t caused by the physics of your own pelvis pushing against hers and then pulling back out in a rapidly hastening rhythm.
Occasionally Dorothy would mutter something; some encouragement or brief words that would indicate pleasure if not for her completely neutral voice, or even just “Yes, yes,” repeated over and over. Like she was going through the motions. And as strange as it might have been to enjoy that motionless, emotionless doll, you did. It was comforting, in a way. There was no judgement, no complications, nothing to worry about. Just someone whose only want was for you to enjoy yourself, and that was a sort of happiness. Her inner muscles contracted in the perfect rhythm to match your strokes and it didn’t take too long before you reached a fever pitch and lost yourself in her embrace. You mindlessly pumped away at her until you brought yourself to orgasm and you pressed yourself as hard into her as you could and could feel your warmth spilling into her. For a minute you laid on top of her, but it wasn’t long before you felt like you could go again.
Like she could sense it, she spoke up, a soft quality to her voice you hadn’t noticed until that moment. “Please. Continue. As many times as you like.”
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