#there are very few that I feel are genuine even if their stance appears to be one I agree with

[area51-escapee]

Not to be dramatic but I think “wow I can’t believe you’re on the same side as x y z problematic celebrity” “well it’s better than being on the side of a b c problematic celebrity” is not really the way to discuss who to support when it comes to fucking genocide. I need people to stop acting like the opinions of celebrities actually matter and stop letting that influence their own thinking, I don’t give a shit what your fav or what that one loser thinks, please for the love of god learn to think for yourself

[sophieinwonderland]

Sysmed Horribly Misunderstanding My Little Pony!

This is gonna be fun!

Let's see how this sysmed thinks the ponies would respond to endogenic systems!

And... right out of the gate, they've instantly torpedoed their own argument. It's almost impressive how quickly they managed that.

For anyone who hasn't watched My Little Pony, Pinkie Pie has an ability she calls the Pinkie Sense, where she will start twitching in ways that can predict the imminent future in some way, such as warning her about things falling or when there's a crocodile in the bathtub.

The first episode this appears in is Feeling Pinkie Keen which revolves around Twilight not believing in Pinkie's Pinkie Sense because it seems too farfetched. It challenges Twilight's understanding of how the world works so she rejects it outright!

One could draw parallels between Twilight's initial actions in this episode and system medicalism.

By the end of the episode, Twilight learns to accept that there are some things in the world that can be true even if she can't necessarily explain them.

Mentioning Pinkie Pie's Pinkie Sense only serves to highlight how Pinkie being anti-endo would make zero sense for her character.

I genuinely question your understanding of anything in the show if you think Fluttershy is going to take a "this group of people existing isn't nice" stance.

Like, this is the girl who befriended the embodiment of chaos.

But... you think she'd be so hateful as to say this about a group of people just because they're plural for reasons other than trauma? Really?

Why would Applejack reach this conclusion?

I mean, for starters, in-universe, the first episode has them fighting Nightmare Moon who is an alternate personality of Luna. Luna/Nightmare Moon could definitely be seen as a non-traumagenic system.

Or at least close enough that I can't imagine Applejack would have reason to doubt other non-traumagenic systems.

Even if you stripped that experience away from her though, Applejack would not be the type to doubt someone's personal experiences for no reason.

Additionally, we see in the Pinkie Sense episode that Applejack is one of the strongest believers in the Pinkie Sense, not needing to understand it to trust that it works.

Meanwhile, what do you think Applejack would think of sysmeds?

Because the entire sysmed philosophy is based on dishonesty. They will claim again and again that you need trauma to be plural. They will say it's scientifically impossible to be plural without trauma. That plurality can only be caused by disorders. But they have absolutely no sources for this claim, and THEY KNOW IT.

At best, they will try to overwhelm you with sources that don't back up their points at all. Usually, random articles saying DID is usually caused by trauma (not even saying "always") but won't address non-disordered plurality at all.

And most sysmeds respond to being corrected on facts not by acknowledging those corrections and accepting that they were wrong, but by BLOCKING the people who correct them. See the OP as an example, who falsely claimed "plural" was popularized on Tumblr, was corrected by a user, and subsequently blocked for it.

Applejack isn't just honest, but she's also pretty good at sniffing out dishonesty in others.

Do you honestly think Applejack would look at sysmed arguments and decide they were honestly representing their facts?

I don't have much to say about these beyond pointing out the overall theme of these screenshots which is that the OP isn't actually writing how the Mane Six would respond to endogenic systems, but is writing their own opinions on endogenic systems in the voices of the characters.

These characters, on the whole, are pretty accepting ponies.

Keep in mind, it took all of a few seconds in the Equestria Girls movie to convince the human versions of the characters that Twilight was actually from a magical pony dimension. To be fair, the talking dog helped. But overall, the ponies are all very open-minded and accepting of new idea.

This is pretty consistently shown throughout the series.

🙄

You know, of all the ponies to be anti-endo, I actually do think Twilight would be the most likely to be, based on how she behaved in Feeling Pinkie Keen.

But by the end of the episode, Twilight learns her lesson and becomes more open-minded.

Even if we were dealing with Twilight before that episode though, Twilight has something anti-endos don't. Which is a brain.

First, if Twilight had access to studies on endogenic plurality and read the opinions on academic on the subject, like those in this document...

I think she would have no problem accepting endogenic plurality. I have no doubt that Twilight would read through every single academic paper in the doc, then track down all the sources for those papers and read them too.

But even if not for those studies, Twilight still wouldn't just disbelieve in endogenic systems the way sysmeds do.

See, even when Twilight was skeptical about something, when she was certain that Pinkie Pie was wrong, she didn't stop there. She wanted to prove that she was right. She conducted experiments. She observed her target closely.

A sysmed would just say that you're wrong, and try to shame you for your beliefs so that you would conform. But Twilight needed evidence.

She needed to prove to herself that it wasn't true.

If Twilight Sparkle wanted to prove that endogenic systems didn't exist, what do you think she would actually do?

Do you think she would be content to say this for certain without testing it?

Here's my take on it:

I think that Twilight would respond by trying to make a headmate herself. Provide her with a good tulpamancy guide, and I think she would experiment with herself, trying to make a tulpa just to prove it wouldn't work.

But remember that even that scenario... it assumes a world where Twilight hadn't encountered Nightmare Moon and Princess Luna, and wouldn't relate them to endogenic systems. It assumes a world where Twilight would have some sort of pre-existing bias against the possibility of non-traumagenic systems and have a false belief that all systems are caused by trauma. And it assumes a world where she also didn't have access to the research into non-traumagenic that would show her that this is something many reputable doctors have supported.

Remember, sysmeds have been provided links to academic papers affirming endogenic plurality's existence time and time again. They deny these studies and cling to willful ignorance out of sheer, irrational hatred.

Not one of the Mane Six would support the hate inherent in system medicalism. I frankly can't think of any characters in the show who would.

The Mane Six would be pro-endo!

Deal with it!

[hazbinhazmeinachokehold]

Alastor + Ace reader

Summarcy: The reader comes out to Alastor, and he finds out some stuff about himself.

!!Not beta read and made when I was very tired!!

Alastor was very into older stuff. His love of Radio being the biggest showcase. But you weren’t sure how far that extended to his morals. Particularly lgbtq subjects. While, yes, he didn’t seem adverse to Charlie and Vaggie dating, or Angel’s comments that show sexual attraction only being towards men, they weren’t his friends. You had actually built a relationship with him. But he was around for the early 1900’s! They are kind of famous for not being accepting. Even if he was okay with gay people, ace people are still commonly seen as “broken.”

Despite all that you can live in the closet forever. Or, well you could. But recently the question of his stance or your... Existence was gnawing at your brain. You decided you had to bite the bullet and tell him. Worse that could happen? He’d kill you. But that's the absolute worst. Which was too extreme even for someone like Alastor. Probably.

You’d told him to go to your room in a few minutes to “discuss something important.” He opted to randomly teleport in.

“Am I early?” He questioned.

“Nope- well kinda. I expected you to be here later but it's better your here now. Cause I’d probably pass out in panic! Am I talking too much?” You let out a forced chuckle. You were visibly shaking. Just as Alastor was about to speak you interrupted him. “I’m asexual!” You blurted out with way less tact than you wanted.

He tilted his head like a dog, “A what?” Ah right. It just fully occurred to you that ace people weren’t really acknowledged back then. They’re barely acknowledged today. Miracle you found out really. If you hadn’t felt so confused about why you didn’t have sexual attraction to others despite that being the “norm” and looked it up, you wouldn’t know it was a thing. But we're getting too far from the subject at hand.

“Um asexual? It's a spectrum but the base is you don’t feel sexual attraction. Some people are sex-repulsed and hate even thinking about sex. Others are fine discussing it but don’t like having it. Some like having sex but again, no sexual attraction. But they are all still ace. But they can still date people!” You were rambling and you knew that.

In a rare display, Alastor seemed genuinely surprised and showed it. In an even rarer display, he voiced it, “There a word for this?” It was a question but it came out like a statement. Your eyes lit up.

“Wait, are you ace too?” You asked.

“It appears so my dear.” He wasn’t totally confident but that's okay, “I have some thinking to do though.”

“That's okay too.” You smiled as he left. This time he just used the door. Having Alastor find out he’s ace through you coming out was not the plan but hey, you aren’t complaining.

[huntiesworld]

Shower Time | Chris Sturniolo

Chris Sturniolo x Reader

Warning: Reader in shower naked.

Requested: Nope!

Notes: I don't know if anyone has done this, I haven't been on Tumblr in a while.

Pink: Reader

Blue: Chris

Chris's fingers tapped eagerly on his phone screen as he dialed Y/n's number. He was brimming with excitement, and the day's shopping spree had been a successful one. After a whirlwind of trying on different outfits and browsing through racks, he had picked up a few new pieces he couldn't wait to show off. It was one of those days where every little thing felt like an adventure, and sharing it with Y/n was the cherry on top.

On the other end, Y/n was enjoying a relaxing shower. The bathroom was filled with steam, and the sound of running water created a soothing background. She had just started lathering up when her phone buzzed. As she reached out to grab it, she saw Chris's name flash on the screen.

“Hey, Chris!” she called out, slightly muffled by the steam and water. She answered the call and held the phone in one hand, carefully balancing it on the edge of the sink.

“Hey, beautiful!” Chris’s face appeared on the screen, his grin as wide as ever. “I’ve gotta show you what I just bought. I know you love fashion, so I couldn’t wait!”

Y/n laughed, her smile evident even through the misty bathroom. “Oh, really? I’m all ears. Just give me a second to get out of the shower.”

“Wait, don’t go yet!” Chris protested. “I’ve got a plan. How about you just watch from the shower while I model my new stuff for you?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, amused. “You want me to watch you from the shower? That sounds like an interesting way to multitask.”

“Exactly!” Chris said, holding up a shirt and winking at the camera. “Trust me, it’ll be fun.”

As Chris began to show off his new clothes, Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiastic poses. He twirled and strutted in front of the camera, dramatically modeling each outfit. The first was a sleek leather jacket that he paired with an exaggerated tough-guy stance.

“What do you think?” Chris asked, his expression a mix of hope and mischief.

Y/n tilted her head, pretending to ponder. “Hmm, very James Dean. I like it, but you might need to work on your serious face.”

“Noted!” Chris said, changing into a trendy graphic tee next. He made a point to show off every detail, from the pattern on the front to the way it fit his shoulders.

“Nice choice,” Y/n commented, nodding approvingly. “That looks great on you. The color really brings out your eyes.”

Chris’s grin widened at the compliment. “Thanks! I was hoping you’d like it. And last but not least…” He pulled out a new pair of sneakers, their bright, neon soles practically glowing in the room's light.

“Whoa, those are cool!” Y/n exclaimed. “They look like they’re from a sci-fi movie or something.”

“I know, right?” Chris said, bouncing slightly on his heels. “I had to get them. I just knew you’d appreciate them.”

“I do,” Y/n said, her eyes sparkling with genuine excitement. “But you know what’s even cooler?”

“What’s that?” Chris asked, tilting his head.

“Seeing you happy and excited about your new clothes,” she said warmly. “It’s like we’re on a little shopping date, even though I’m stuck here in the shower.”

Chris chuckled, his face softening. “Well, I’m glad you think so. I missed you today. It feels like you were right here with me, cheering me on.”

Y/n reached out to the phone, her hand brushing against the screen. “I missed you too, Chris. Next time, let’s make sure we have a real date—no showers involved.”

“Deal,” Chris said, his eyes locking with hers through the screen. “Can’t wait for our next adventure together.”

As the call ended, Chris waved one last time, and Y/n watched as he disappeared from the screen. She finished up her shower with a smile, feeling grateful for the simple joy of sharing moments with someone she loved, even from afar.

[calciumcryptid]

How do you feel about a we are au where Phum and Kluen end up good friends all of a sudden? After, like, a few weeks pass of Phum dating Peem.

Like, suddenly people are starting to see them together, hanging out and talking calmly, even smiling amusingly at each other— like they are having fun. And Phum’s friends are confused, because is this the Phum that would tense and look like he’s a minute away from hissing at Kluen everytime he appeared? Is this the Kluen that would smile dryly at Phum and mostly ignore him?

It could a fun idea, especially with scenes where maybe Toey or even Q think Kluen might be bothering Phum so they kind of try to fend him off, and Phum is like, “Guys, no need.” He’s just so confused at their defensive stances, and THEY are so confused with his easy-going energy.

Oh, imagine Fang’s reaction fuehdjrhejjd I wouldn’t even think. Or Beer’s.

Peem is especially the most confused. Kluen went from trying to seek him to seeking his boyfriend, who was so jealous of Kluen not a long time ago. Now they are spotted at Aunt Pui’s cafe??? Drinking their coffee together and having winded convos?? With hand gestures and all???

Like a 5+1 type of fic; five times Phum and Kluen were seen together and that one time they reveal they are actually friends.

I saw your post about writing a fic in Kluen’s pov and I thought: Yeah, sure, I personally made Kluen kind of a bad guy in my omegaverse fic, but just because it’s plot relevant for very important scenes. I don’t dislike the guy that much tbh.

And this idea seems fun. Like, Peem asking Phum about it after a while, kind of cautiously because he doesn’t know how to breach the subject (He doesn’t want to give Phum the impression that it’s a wrong thing, this new development with Kluen. It’s just shocking.)

And Phum just blinking at him, and then going, “Well, I was trying to make peace with him for you, because I know you guys get along. 🥺 But then I realized we actually have a lot in common. I guess it just happened.”

I just imagine Peem going oh, and then being so very proud that Phum did that. That he and also Kluen got over all the petty stuff and got to know each other for real, and now they are friends!!

When he tells Phum that, Phum makes a “☺️” face that quickly morphs into a smirk, and says, “He’s not that bad, yeah. He liked you, after all. No one who likes you is bad.”

Peem flicks his nose, cheeks redder, and mutters, “Shut up, you.”

But Phum can see the fondness in his face.

This… is a long one. I just had to get the plot bunnies out after I saw your post. (I hope you’re having a wonderful week. ✨)

!!!

Cole, you have no idea how much I love the concept of Phum and Kluen being on good terms whether in a frenemies way or in a genuine friendship way!

Mainly because I think Phum deserves even more friends, and I believe Kluen deserves some good in his life after the confusion he went through at the volunteer camp. Plus, I am always down for more architect and engineering friendships.

Oh gods, everyone's reactions! I know Q and Toey would be concerned and defensive, we saw them when Kluen talked to Peem for three seconds at that art store and how Toey dashed off. I can see Fang getting defensive too for his little brother, even willing to punch Kluen if it comes down to it!

Now if you don't mind me pushing my BeerKluen agenda a little more I like to imagine one of Phum and Kluen's little meetings happening like this.

Beer: *leaves*

Kluen: All I'm saying is your best friend is hot.

Phum: Stop it!

Plus, you saw the energy Kluen carried in the show sometimes. I think Kluen and Phum should be petty and judgemental together instead of at each other.

Oh gods, Phum using the conversation with Peem as a chance to flirt, that made me so soft.

For the record, I don't think Kluen is a bad guy in your fic. Antagonistic? Yeah, but Q makes it clear to the audience Omega!Kluen needs to work through some stuff. I don't think Kluen is any different from canon, just returning Phum's (honestly kinda vile) energy a little more during the volunteer camp. I love Phum, I love that he can be an asshole, but he was an absolute ass during the volunteer camp arc.

(I am having a wonderful week, as my fall break is about to start Wednesday! I hope you land that job!)

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Questionnaire tag!

Thanks for the tag, @kaylinalexanderbooks (here)! I'll go with Kye Thalax (Supernova Initiative), Valen (Scrapyard Boys), and Jordan Raith (Scrapyard Boys)!

Your OC questions:

Do you care more for the 'greater good' of the world or for what is good for you and those you love?

Who was the most important person to you growing up?

Do you prefer sad songs or upbeat songs?

Kye Thalax

1) What is your stance on lying?

"Lying is pretty much what I do (chuckles). I tend to be very good at it, especially since my preferred method to undermine my enemies is blackmail, espionage, and the art of poisoning. I don't like lying to people I care about that much though, so sometimes it can be a struggle to turn off the liar side of my personality and focus on being moe genuine, especially since I'm painfully socially awkward if I'm being honest."

2) Do you enjoy people watching?

"I can be quite perceptive and observant, things rarely slip past me and I'm very attentive to details. It's almost second nature to me. I don't quite get 'people watching' as a hobby though - that sounds hella boring and I think it's very weird to just go out and watch people living their lives. In short, I notice relevant details about others around me when interacting with them, but don't go out of my way to watch other people, just as I don't like having people watching me."

3) What is the best decision you ever made?

"I made quite a lot of bad decisions, that's for sure (chuckles). I'm quite good at making those. I'm not sure if I can recall the absolute best decision I ever made, but there have been a few very good ones. Learning how to make deadly poisons and how to combine dangerous chemicals to create a new substance that suits my needs, not falling for the Junction's lies in the same way I don't fall for the Khosmonian's political bullshit, and despite my best judgment, me not betraying the crew was a very good decision on my part, for a few reasons, though it still rather shocks me."

Valen Cassidy

1) What is your stance on lying?

"Eh. I don't really give a damn what people say. Lying can be really useful to avoid getting into trouble, especially when the government fuckers want to catch you and turn you into a weapon. But lying to friends and family is a no-no. Loved ones are meant to be cherished and protected, lying to them only hurts their feelings and harms your relationship. I think that people who lie to those who care about them are pieces of shit that don't even deserve being given the time of day."

2) Do you enjoy people watching?

"I get that some people do like to go out and people watch but I find it a boring waste of time that is bound to only get me in trouble. Plus, what would I even watch? It isn't like people in my city are exactly having the best time of their lives, and the city isn't exactly a paragon of beautiful metropolitan architecture."

3) What is the best decision you ever made?

"Running away from the government when they tried to send me to that superhuman training facility. I don't think I would even be here talking to you if I hadn't. That place is trouble - most people sent there are never seen again and those who do appear are no longer the same. It's popularly nicknamed 'The Slaughterhouse' for a reason. I'm glad I chose to escape that day, because I'm still alive and myself, and I also met my current best friends who are like family to me - I probably wouldn't have met them if I hadn't run away."

Jordan Raith

1) What is your stance on lying?

"My talent when it comes to lying is excellent. Most people aren't able to tell that I'm not telling the truth. Where I grew up, knowing how to lie - and how to lie well - was a matter of killing or being killed, quite frankly. That's why I'm so good at it. Sometimes I even have fun lying, when I'm doing it to someone who deserves it."

2) Do you enjoy people watching?

"Occasionally, if I'm really bored. It's not really something I go out of my way to do, exactly, but it can be fun. Mostly I people watch when I'm waiting for a friend to get their coffee or waiting for a cab, as a way to pass time."

3) What is the best decision you ever made?

"Leaving the Spectre Academy. That place had never done anything for me other than turning me into the government's disposable little weapon. I was sick of it. And now, surprisingly, I have people I care about and who care for me equally, and I wouldn't trade that for anything."

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@leave-her-a-tome, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams and OPEN TAG

[bohemian-nights]

I don’t know, I feel like actors don’t always get the character they play ‘right’ and that’s the problem with these movie/show adaptations of books. Hotd was a big mistake, I don’t think I’ll ever change my stance on that, mostly because of all the racism and hate in the fandom and from the producers/directors. If the show runners just make a fanfic version of a book, I really don’t understand the point, it’s infuriating, especially to the original book readers. I get attached to minor characters and it really just fucks with me because they rarely get treated well or are as uplifted as they should be! I go a little overboard with this stuff, it’s a problem and I know that, but it would just be so nice if showrunners didn’t diverge so much from the original canon material! With the hotd promos, they genuinely piss me off. I’m not team black or team green, I’m really not, I only genuinely like a few people on the show (which do happen to be team black, but I can’t really say that I like the other people on said team). I regret watching the show and getting into the fandom, I wish I could go back and never watch it, that’s how messed up it’s got me. I just hope s2 is not as disrespectful as s1 bc I’ll still watch it, but I must admit I don’t have much hope of that, especially with how the actors speak of it, it just gives me the ick. It’s not wrong for “family” to hate each other or have problems with eachother. Team black is not this perfect family (and team green isn’t either, not at all) and it’s so stupid for people to try and say they are. At the end of the day it’s fiction, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be the least bit realistic with strained dynamics. For example, it’s okay if the dragon twins have some resentment for rhaenyra and daemon, I’m not saying that they do, but it would be perfectly fine if they did. It would be normal. It doesn’t mean they ultimately hate daemon or rhaenyra, but it doesn’t have to be one or the other either. Team black loves to act as if rhaena&baela adore rhaenyra and they very well might, but if you were to argue that they might dislike or are just not close with her for very understandable reasons, all hell would break loose. As someone who primarily follow people who are team black and pro rhaenyra I know I would be hated on hard if I even suggested the dragon twins held some resentment from when they were younger (which is why I’m saying this anon rn lmao). And I’m not even hating on rhaenyra, I’m just trying to step in their shoes ig. At the end of the day I wholeheartedly believe laena will be the most important woman figure to them regardless of how they feel and that can be enough. I just love mother -children relationships and hotd fandom loves to ignore minor ones :/

Sorry for the rant, I’m honestly just rambling and trying to get some ridiculous frustration off my chest. Hopefully you don’t think I’m too crazy lmao

🫂I feel you anon especially about the going back in time part. Funnily enough I almost wasn't going to watch this crap because I was still upset with how GOT ended.

However, they got to me with of the addition of the Black cast. I should've known though that it was a fucking trap to get Black people to watch this shit show and that they had no actual intention of doing right by the Black characters, but nope I decided to be a dummy.

Two years later and now I’m here 🤦🏽‍♀️ Having to witness take after take on how every Black(ish) character is unimportant, irrelevant, interchangeable, and only there so the show can appear to be “woke—unless of course they need them to bash a character they hate more.

Poor Laena gets shafted constantly and mocked for being second best and people barely want to admit she’s her girls mother, but then when it’s time to bash Alicent then they want to admit she was shafted.

Baela and Rhaena are barely talked about unless it’s to say how they can replace Nettles(or to mention how Missy Anne did in fact have daughters…. daughters who refer to her as my queen or princess and named their kid after who again? I believe it starts with a L).

Daenaera is non-stop depicated as the lightest mixed girl (if even that) that one can find(and that’s a feat cause there aren’t any actual Black women on this show), but then they want to use her being “Black” to accuse people they have beef with of racism.

Laenor is made into a bum(that’s more the showrunners fault, but people go in on him unnecessarily).

Vaemond is absolutely hated and Corlys, Addam, and Alyn are liked so long as they don’t go off script(which anyone who has read the books knows that Corlys and Alyn are going to go off script)….

Don’t get me started on Team Green who is less outright with their racism, but they aren’t right either.

Can't say that this fandom is the worst or the most racist cause unfortunately I’m seeing the same pattern play out in several other fandoms I’m apart of, but a large portion of this fandom shouldn’t interact with other people until they’ve seen a shrink.

The show is just not good enough for people to be going this crazy about it, but I digress. Honestly though I say all this, but I’ve gotten to the point where I just don’t care for this show or fandom anymore.

I mean I’ll get re-energized when Nettles shows up, but outside of that I couldn’t care less on what happens. I’m not going to even bother watching the new season, I’m just focusing on completing these fics(I’m determined to have What We May Mend done before the end of the year) and then I’m bouncing till 2026, and if Nettles isn’t there—

🤣🤣🤣Okay I shouldn’t be so dramatic cause I’ll still be on here and this ask box will always be open, but my time of being in the HOTD fandom will have reached it's conclusion.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Palm is not to be underestimated

This might be a common understanding but I haven't been able to stop thinking about how Palm is being shown as shy, tentative, a fish out of water (pun intended)...and yet there have been quite a few hints as to something deeper to his character.

At the end of ep 1, Neungdiao challenges Palm on the rooftop, getting him to admit he's been sent there to protect Neungdiao and then asking if he's capable of the task:

Palm may have looked unsure when he answered, "It's my job, I'll find a way to do it well," but my guess is that Palm is more than well-equipped for the role. In fact, despite his appearances as a 'humble fisherman', I think he's been well trained and prepared for this kind of role - whether that's specifically for Neungdiao or just in general - and if his fear and submission in the face or mere mention of his father is anything to go by, I think the training may have been dealt with a hard hand either from/by his father or by others close to him.

First, Palm knows his way around a gun (and we'll see him able to shoot exceptionally well in ep 3):

He also has very good fighting and defence training, and has the mindset to expect the unexpected in all environments:

His instinct in the car is to protect his charge and look towards the danger, just as his father does in the front seat, instead of cower and protect himself as might be natural for someone if they were 'just' a fisherman:

And his automatic body language in front of his actual boss, Tanya, is exactly like his father - a kind of formal stance.

Which is very different to when it's just them:

So far, Palm doesn't adopt this position around Neungdiao when away from his father and Tanya even though Palm says Neungdiao is his boss...but I would watch out for it in the future as a possible indicator of a change in their relationship. Maybe he genuinely wants to be Neungdiao's friend and this is his only way of showing it...or maybe he doesn't think it's necessary to do it in front of Neungdiao because he's really there under Tanya (and his father's) authority...or perhaps it's something else entirely (I hope not to lull Neungdiao into a false sense of security before double crossing him if Palm's father did have anything to do with Pipop's death and Palm is under the influence of his father...)

Anyway, all this, in a way, is to say that Palm must have also learnt how to identify untrustworthy or suspicious people as part of his training...and so I'm absolutely going to side with him in his wariness of Ben (whether this is born out of jealousy because he like-likes Neungdiao or just from his duties to protect him).

I've already mentioned how I've started to not trust Ben - the show tried to press the message a few too many times that he's a good guy - and I think it's very interesting that Ben was looking on when the guys on the motorcycle stopped in front of Neungdiao's car. Perhaps there to witness something he helped set in motion? @absolutebl expressed that they're "not entirely sure about Chimon’s casting in this role" and I'd like to posit that maybe 'Ben' is acting this way for a reason and we'll see this role change as the truth comes to light, therefore meaning the casting of Chimon here will feel better (I hope I'm not wrong!).

Anyway, back to Palm and I think his character is fascinating. He's obviously highly trained and yet his demeanour is shy and humble - is it an act and if so to what end?

[cosmoknightchaos]

(coughs conspicuously). um. 🌹. for Sky. This is for science purposes. ahem.

🌹(Rose): What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

Purely for science, ey?

Okay first of all before I actually answer this question. Sky's stance on romance as a concept is something I've been trying to figure out since her creation. I don't know how this part of her brain works. It is truly a mystery (<-Aroace who doesn't understand romance in the slightest)

From a platonic standpoint, Sky's looking for people who are similar to her. She likes having friends who see the world the same way she does. For as kind and understanding as she is, Sky's a low-empathy person. She struggles to see things from anything but her perspective- a perspective based more in facts and logic than emotions- and so she automatically likes people who agree with her more. I also believe, because of that, Sky likes folks who are less emotionally conflicted. Which isn't to say she can't handle emotional situations I say as I nervously glance at Act 5 but they're not her favourite thing. She's a reasonable person and she likes reasonable people.

From a romantic standpoint, I cannot stress enough how the stars fucking aligned with Skaide.

Sky is, first of all, really weird when it comes to her romantic orientation. She's probably asexual/demiromantic/panromantic, but I don't know for sure. I know that she experiences both infatuation and romantic interest, very easily confuses the two, and doesn't know the difference between a romantic and a platonic relationship. Sky's in love with the idea of romance more than she is in love, and it makes for incredibly doomed yuri potential.

On the rare occasion she does catch genuine romantic feelings, her type is similar to her platonic type, with a few key differences. Since Sky has a fairly big "stage presence", she leans more towards less-noticeable people. Folks who don't make as grand of an entrance or don't speak quite as loud. Sky has a strong personality and having a more mellow partner evens it out a bit.

All of the words I know of to describe this next bit have negative connotations and that sucks because it's not what I want but I don't know what else to use. Sky likes folks who are opinionated and stubborn. Not in a loud way, but people who have their minds set. Who know what they want. Who aren't very conflicted. Or, who don't seem to be very conflicted. Folks who appear to have their issues under control. Even if said opinions don't fully align with Sky's, as long as they're not in direct opposition, she's willing to adapt her view to match which is a side effect of infatuation, where you want to change yourself to seem more appealing to your person of interest.

I'm going to be honest. I had a whole paragraph written here about how Sky's low-empathy view effects relationships that tied into the Skaide Breakup Arc and why Sky and Jaide are a doomed relationship and I reread it several times and you know what? It was very much out of character. Sky is, despite the low-empathy, very much capable of handling emotional situations and we see that on full display in Act 5. Sure, it's not her best skill, but she is willing to face that issue head-on and try her best to help. So I can confidently say that a lot of Sky's previous romantic experiences, especially the Skaide RP, were just a side effect of me not knowing how to characterize her yet.

But on that note, I still stand by my original comment from months ago that Skaide is a doomed yuri relationship. And I think that all boils down to the fact that, with Sky's low-empathy and experience in emotional conflict, she is a thousand times better at handling platonic experiences than romantic. She is good with having friends and dealing with those issues, but when it comes to romance, she has no fucking clue what to do. It is an unexplored part of her life, and in an attempt to make sense of it, she will always default to treating it like another friendship, regardless of how much she loves the other person. Skaide was doomed from the start because Sky has such a different view on what a romantic relationship is than Jaide does and those views probably aren't going to align. Ever. Skaide is always going to end in them remaining friends because that's the type of relationship Sky is comfortable having.

Now, is there a chance that, somewhere down the line, Sky realizes she loves Jaide enough to try and change that view? Hell yeah. But that's going to come after a lot of conflict and struggle and uncomfortableness. Because, in order for them to become a romantic relationship, Sky has to do the one thing she cannot stand and ignore her logic, ignore the reasoning she always fell back on, and use her emotions to change as a person. And then maybe there's a chance things will work out.

I'd like to finish this off by saying Sky is still in the development stage as a character. I have no idea if any of this will still be true in a couple months' time- Act 5 is Sky's act and I fully believe she's not going to escape development hell until it is finished. But I do know that this is where her character stands right now, and I have a good feeling that it won't change too much over the next few months.

[disturbedbeautywrites]

Been here all along - Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Story Masterlist

As you walked outside Rooster made his way over to his table, sitting down next to a very curious Phoenix. “You really pissed him off. Was that in your cards for tonight?” She raised an eyebrow at the male beside her, being met with a smirk as an answer. “Phoenix, sometimes people just need a push. That’s all I was doing.” And with that answer he brought his beer up to his lips, taking a sip of it as he leaned back in his chair. Phoenix just looked at him, her mouth opening and then closing. “He’s in love with her, isn’t he?” Her curiosity got the best of her as she glanced over at the aviator beside her. “I mean, if you saw the way they looked at each other earlier you think they were a married couple.”

Unaware of the conversation going on inside, you walked out of the back door of the hard deck and saw Jake leaning against the back railing. His entire body was rigid, his face set in a straight line and his eyebrows furrowed together. You used the wall to hold yourself up as you took in his tense posture, your bottom lip pulling between your teeth. You weren’t even sure where to begin or what to begin to say.

Jake heard scuffling behind him on the deck and prepared himself to face one of the members of his squad, his knuckles popping as he cracked his neck. However, as he spun around and was faced with your disheveled and clearly drunk appearance, his stance softened a bit. His eyes raked over you, hearing you hiccup a few times and swear under your breath. “I-I have something to s-“ You groaned as you tried again, finally giving up and sighing.

“I thought you were gonna be Rooster and we would have to have had words.” Jake’s truthful words came out of his mouth, saving you from the inner turmoil that was happening between the alcohol and your brain. Your head cocked to the side, confusion clouding your features. “B-but why?” Clearly you didn’t understand what was going on and your naiveness was shining through brightly.

Jake chuckled and shook his head as he looked at you, a genuine smile on his lips. “You have no idea do you?” He looked out at the ocean again as he deliberated whether he wanted to do this while you were drunk. But, he had already started so he was going to finish it out. “I have your picture in my jet and set as my lock screen on my phone. I keep a picture of you in my wallet. Every since we were at prom in high school, I’ve compared every single girl I’ve met to you. You are the gold standard. No one could ever make me as happy as you do. I know you might not feel the same way, but whatever. It’s off my chest now.” Finally he had said the words, his shoulders feeling 20 pounds lighter as he watched you start to process the words he had just said.

“You’re all I think about.” That’s where your words started, a hand running through your hair as you tried to decided if this is what you wanted to do. “(Y/N), you’re drunk.” Jake’s tense words cut through your core as you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head at him. “That’s doesn’t matter. I still mean this, drunk or sober.” Your stubborn words had Jake’s attention now, his eyebrow cocking as he turned to face you now.

You sure were a sight to see. Your face was flushed, your eyes glazed over and your lips parted as you figured out what to say. It took everything in Jake to not walk over and grab you by the waist and kiss you then and there. As you were standing there, Jake noticed you start to sway a bit. He protectively moved over to grab you, pulling you over to the railing and holding you by your waist. He stood there, eyes on you as you turned over words in your mind.

“You’re all I think about. You’re all I’ve ever been able to think about. You’ve been the one constant in my life; even when my parents checked out.” Your words were soft and carefully thought out and calculated, one of Jake’s hands coming up to cup your cheek. Your eyes searched his as his fingers smoothed out the warm skin of your cheek, his lips finally coming down to meet yours. He could taste the alcohol on your breath as you kissed him back, desperation and lust both poured into the gesture. “I’m in love with you.” It was Jake who finally said the five words, your lips twitching up into a smile against his. “I’m in love with you too.”

The two of you got lost in each other, Jake picking you up and lifting you up slightly as he kissed you. You were smiling and laughing into the kiss, Jake’s happiness level matching yours. That’s where the dagger squad found you guys minutes later, a very proud rooster leaning against the door. “See, Hangman here just needed a push.” At the comment, rooster caught a middle finger in response, laughter surrounding everyone.

I have a few ideas for the rest of the week she’s with Jake if you guys want it, or we can end it here. You guys just let me know 💚💜

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[spring-demonx]

Made it Through Charade Maniacs (finally)

I think it might be due to the repetative-ness of the prologue and having to skip a bunch just to get to the route, or maybe the route order I followed (Iochi>Banjo>Akase>Ebana>Futami>Chigasaki>Gyobu>Dazai>Haiji)

I started losing motivation to play and just wanted to move on to the next game I wanted to play. Maybe because I was only really interested in 2 or 3 of all the LI's? I genuinely couldn't care as much for the rest, but also wanted to know the truth what was going on, so I tried pushing through regardless〒▽〒 I couldn't buy into some of the romances either since it just felt too much of an afterthought in some cases on how to handle it? I don't blame though, the main plot really is to investigate and figure out how to make it out, really. But still;;

The true end didn't start as I feel it usually goes, with players having to start again from the menu once more. It was new and I didn't know what to expect, and I only realised that was the true end/The Truth™️ until I had finished everything, lol. I love how they gave valid points as to how each cast member is suspicious, and showing darker and more serious sides to them. Really kept mel guessing who the Producer and Sponsor were!

Ebana

Ebana's route I couldn't care for because I just didn't like his character enough to even pay attention and just skipped majority tbh. Though, I did manage to read some key info anyways.

Futami

WTF EVEN WAS THIS?? That was a dumpsterfire, and I was SO relieved that even Iochi was fed up with the MC, bc even for how naive or overly-trusting she is, she was absolute stupid and in denial even after everything that happened right in front of her. I'm glad it showed he wasn't willing to change through to the end, but I still hated and cringed at the "romantic" scenes bc I just personally could not get into it. Futami fans, you can gladly have himXD

Tomose

Honestly thought I was going to enjoy this since sucker for childhood friend trope, but this was not it for me

Dude literally forced himself on her (thank gods MC actually did smth and slapped him, much deserved)

I can do obsessive and yandere type characters, but this was just annoying and made me so frustrated for many reasons

Iochi

Enjoyed the storyline, didn't see the twist coming

The intimate/romantic scenes were very nice and had me blushing kjfksd

I love they never got answers or tried to categorise or make focus of Iochi's gender. It was very refreshing for these characters

the epilogue had me going "That's it?!" though, bc it rlly just feels like they skip a bunch just to exposition dump in these epislogues sometimes

Gyobu

I knew I'd love him, I was right. I loved him even MORE in his route, even in Dazai's (was that guy even present at all in his route?)

I loved his design most besides Iochi's. WE WERE ROBBED OF MORE PONYTAIL

He's so cute when he becomes all bashful

actually considers and works with (on equal stance) with MC and respects that she wants to trust others. "You do the trusting. Leave me the doubting". Other LI's tend to really chastise her (I don't entirely blame them, but they tend to completely shut her down)

I love his dynamic with MC, love that he's the multi-faceted characters who goes after the truth solo

I like his moto that 'the more you doubt, the more trustworthy you are' type thing

Dazai

Where to start? It felt like he wasn't around the heroine much in his own route. Gyobu appeared more and it made me miss him ToT

I get what they were trying to do, with the "we already had a pre-established (non-romantic) relationship together" thing, but there was just so few moments of bonding or anything to buy into

Was interested in seeing why he seems to be fan fav, he might just not be my cup of tea bc it was just...ok¯\_(ツ)_/¯

WHAT IS WITH THE STUPID GOLDFISH THING😭 That felt like that was supposed to be the most emotional bond moment for them, but it just felt so weak (and silly. like, "WHY should I care?") imo

Please actually SHOW there's emotional connection in these scenes? It's like, I know there's supposed to be because that's what's being told. But I felt none and it was practically only the same moment they kept bringing up over and over again, like they didn't anything else.

I would have liked to see more of Dazai's unrequited love, build more reason for me to care about the stakes and get invested in the pair

Haiji

Kinda obvious he wasn't actually kid bc they kept bringing up the whole "he looks too old to be" to not have any importance

I did not expect the direction it went

Chigasaki

This was a sweet route, I was interested in the character and why he's so apologetic and what exactly he feels guilty for

I slightly spoiled myselt from r/otomegames, liked how it went regardless

HIS HAIRSTYLE BACK IN THE ORIGINAL WORLD IS CUTE AND HE LOOKS AMAZING

I want to give this man a hug. He needs it, and deserves them all

Akase

Voiced by Saito Soma, how can you dislike?

I liked his energy

Felt a little OOC in a route or two

I honestly can't remember much from his route atm

His love for family and stuff very sweet

Really felt his hatred and anger w/ said family situation

[chainsxwsmile]

@honeybilbyrp​ answered:

“Afraid?” Kitty chuckled, “Please. I’ve coughed up hairballs scarier than you!”

She was bluffing, of course. After all, any sane feline (or, really, any creature relatively near Kitty's size) would recognize that this troll was frightening.

And so, fur bristling, she still hadn't budged all the while from her offensive stance, with a paw outstretched wielding her dagger which pointed straight to him. A small bead of blood dripped from the end of its blade, stained from when Kitty had swiped the troll across the nose for getting too close for comfort a moment ago. Though it looked like a pretty small cut on him, and she would figure it probably felt like little more than a papercut to someone of his size. But it had been a warning in any case, more than a genuine attempt to seriously harm him, simply to indicate that this pretty kitty wasn’t a vulnerable victim.

In fact, come to think of it, those words of reassurance, when Kitty would assume that most creatures would be anything but polite after being essentially attacked, only made her feel even more like she should be very suspicious of him. And, maybe his seeming attempt at reassurance was sincere… But it also just as easily could have been him trying to trick her into lowering her guard to get the best of her.

And that was a risk Kitty knew she wasn’t stupid enough to take.

Fortunately for the feline, Bruce had taken plenty of worse wounds from a myriad of unfavorable characters, ranging from the occasional mob rallying to drive a ‘violent, mindless Troll’ from their borders; to poachers willing to get their hands dirty to acquire valuable teeth, claws, and bones from Bruce. 

“Well, regardless; sorry I gave ye a bit of a start,” the Troll said, leaning away to the side on all fours, unobtrusively, with some attempt at conveying his disinterest in a violent clash. “Reckon I’ve got a bad habit of accidentally sneakin’ up on people.” An abashed albeit toothy grin swept across his lips as Bruce raised a claw to wipe the tiny dots of bramble-berry black blood from the cut on his wide snout. 

“I don’t reckon you know where I am? I’m ‘fraid I’ve gotten a bit turned ‘round a few miles back. Can’t really tell the direction of the sun with the overcast,” Bruce asked, without going into too much detail. Judging from the stranger’s first words, she didn’t appear to be someone who would jump at the opportunity to hear Bruce’s sob story of finding a home and a bridge and a community what not. 

[hoghtastic]

It’s because she knew mikal since they were teenagers. I’m pretty sure they were together for a really long time from a young age so of course it looks more real an natural, because it is. They probably had a lot more time to get to know each other and actually build a real relationship and a real connection. With Alex there isn’t really any of that. They are already planning on moving in together and they’ve only ‘officially’ been announced together as a couple since march? That’s extremely fast.

On another note, I wouldn’t want to follow my ex especially if they post their significant other a lot, so it’s understandable that mikal doesn’t. But why do you think red still does? It’s a bit odd to me. With the knowledge we have of the ‘unofficial’ timeline of Alex and red’s “relationship” we have assumed (at least I’ve read) that she may have been going after Alex while she was still with mikal. Do you think she regrets leaving mikal for Alex? On one hand she has benefited a lot from being with Alex, and (from my observation, my opinions) initially I think she was ‘starstruck” by Alex and by Alex being interested in her. She she romanticized her being with Alex and all the “fame” and status that comes with being with him. So I really don’t think there was any real interest past looks and shallow “we have this and this in common” type of vibes. They don’t have any real connection. But with mikal it was probably the exact opposite, they weren’t famous and they were working on plays together here and there, and from what they posted and how they interacted, I feel like it was genuine love and care for each other and now that she’s with Alex and doesn’t seem to have that. From her social media presence it seems like they are actually having problems already. I’ve noticed the energy change with Alex and red. I watched her 3rd podcast episode yesterday and I screen recorded the end of it. And when she was talking with the guest, she was all smiles and giggles and she had a more laid back demeanor, but when Alex started talking in the background, her whole face and demeanor changed. Have you guys every heard of “micro expressions” you notice a slight change of emotion in someone’s face or body language without them actually moving their face or stance too much. There was almost an immediate attitude or something, it was very strange and it happened almost immediately after Alex started speaking. I had to pause the video because it got tense for a few seconds, even the guest looked uncomfortable.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts on this. 😊

I can't really comment on the podcast, as I don't watch it. But personally, I found your observations very interesting. Maybe he's a very meticulous "director" and she just wanted to appear as professional as possible and not make any mistakes? 😅🤷‍♀️

About Johanne still following Mikal, it could be for various reasons. She could still be curious about what he's doing with his life, either for genuine reasons, or for some petty "he'll never get anyone better than me". Also, if she has indeed got a narcissistic personality, it's very common for narcissists to keep "tabs" on their previous partners, either to keep them as "backup" in case their current relationship doesn't work out or to still exert some sort of control over them. Either way, I truly believe it was the healthiest thing for Mikal to stop following her. And in regards to Johanne regretting leaving him for Alex, I don't think it's the case, at least not yet. She seems to still be enjoying all the benefits she got out of this relationship, so even if it's not always "unicorns and rainbows", the perks far outweigh the inconveniences, in my opinion.

[marshmallowprotection]

Hi! ♡ I hope all is well with you. I saw that match-up requests are open in your blog description, so I’d really love to ask for a romantic Mystic Messenger match-up, if you don’t mind and whenever you have the time!

⋆｡˚ Demographics.

Name: Seri

Age: 20 years old

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Education: Double major in finance and accounting

⋆｡˚ Physical Appearance.

Height: 173 cm (5’8”)

Hair Style: Currently have a long, Elizabeth perm

Hair Color: Chocolate Brown

Eye Color: Chestnut Brown

Clothing Style: Chic and feminine

⋆｡˚ Personality.

At first glance, I may come across as someone difficult to get to know, stoic, and distant, but I’m just a private person unless there is a common ground, or it is necessary to speak up (to the point where I opposed a fair few of teachers and the chief academic officer once in school and even got detention several times because of it). In spite of my reputation for being closed-off, I’m easygoing, open-minded, playful, and quite amiable when I want to, as I can make people feel either comfortable or intimidated in my presence. My attitude depends on what kind of person they are and how they treat me and the special people in my life, really. If they’re friendly and pleasant to be around, I do my best to reciprocate that positive energy by cracking jokes, reacting to whatever they’re talking about, even if it’s nonsense, and engaging in idle chatter. If it’s so-so, I remain silent unless they ask me something and simply observe them in the background. If they ruffle my feathers, I will get even using my own silent little ways and be their unexpected retribution. It takes quite a long time to wane my patience, so it’s my pleasure to bestow them a memorable prize for their unwavering hard work and dedication. ^^

I have no issues socializing and spending time with others because it’s eye-opening and thought-provoking to meet and listen to other people’s different viewpoints and values at times. Still, I’m particularly partial to the company within myself—well, except if it’s someone I’m very fond of. I like spending time with them more than when I’m by myself because I cherish every moment I get to have. I’m also family-oriented and protective of my friends (because most of them are too nice for their own good).

I’m upfront about my intentions, outspoken concerning my ideas, opinions, and stance, well-organized, strong-willed, self-assured, good at managing my time, and an independent thinker. I thrive on routines but don’t mind spontaneous activities. I have a keen memory and exceptional skill and intuition in knowing, reading others and the room, and feeling others’ moods, which has been a tremendous help in responding and reacting well in various situations. However, I scarcely ever speak up and open up about any of my negative thoughts and emotions and feel uncomfortable asking for help, even when I’m genuinely at my breaking point. I deal with my personal problems independently because after solving them, it’s a lot easier to let bygones be bygones.

I’m quite a busy bee and tend to bite off more than I can chew. When I was in high school, I was the student council president, the class secretary, and a member of the dance club that demanded a regular practice due to frequent public performances for school events while also competing in some pageants and academic competitions. It’s a terrible habit of mine, but I can’t stop myself because aside from having a weird obsession to collect medals, trophies, and certificates, I feel like I have to be productive at all times and make the most of my every day. I still have that tendency because I’m currently a part-time model despite being already buried in schoolwork, but I guess it’s better than before because I’m now rejecting any leadership position and competition and did not join any club ever since entering college (I still wish there were more hours in a day, though).

I like doing things that make my friends and family happy as long as it’s reasonable, doesn’t infringe on my principles and personal boundaries, and is within my capacity. I do my best to practice all five love languages with them. If they enjoy some activity or develop an interest in something, I try learning and spending time with them bonding about it (which ultimately leads me to the bottomless pit of Otome games). If they want a materialistic gift, I have no problem purchasing it for them, or during special occasions or depending on my mood, I give them something, like floral bouquets, handmade gifts, and usually, home-cooked foods and desserts. If they are preoccupied or swamped with some matters, I take the initiative to accomplish a task that will lessen the burden on their shoulders, or simply take care of them on the simple things, like serving them food, bringing them coffee, etc. I’m good at giving verbal support and validation and quite adept at seeing things from other individuals’ perspectives. Lastly, once I sense they are down in the dumps, I either give them hugs or offer advice if they want.

I’m passionate about the things I’m doing in my life. I never do and accomplish anything half-hearted and less than a hundred percent of what I know I’m capable of; it’s always and only either “not doing it” or “giving the best of my abilities.” Because of that, I have difficulty accepting failure, losing, and something has not worked out how I wanted it to.

⋆｡˚ Preferences.

Likes: Tea (especially the floral blends), coffee (especially lavender latte), gardening, floral scents, spring season, cooking and baking, traveling, drinking and collecting wines, watching musicals and operas, attending concert of my favorite bands, artists, and KPOP groups, live gigs, and music festivals, amusement park, eating street foods and in various small restaurants (they usually have the best foods), volunteering, mathematics, science, classical music, puzzle games and riddles, and mystery solving activities. I really love learning new things (I’m recently learning guqin!) and challenging my limits. Aside from that, I have two female pets—a Ragdoll named Soraya and a Samoyed named Snow.

Hobbies: Car racing, archery, sketching, photography, documenting my everyday life through videos, reading, playing Rubik’s cube and tabletop games, pilates, dancing, shopping, skiing, ice skating, and playing piano and violin.

Dislikes: Summer season, anything to do with horror and thrillers, afterparties, fireworks, swimming (especially in beach), singing, raw vegetables, the “only talk, no action” people, people that projects their insecurities onto me and others, groundless rumors and malicious gossips, and being talked about behind my back. I also don’t like being with people who hold me back.

That’s all I can think of right now. Thank you very much! ♡

I match you with...

Jumin!

Not to tease you or anything, but it's the first time in a while I've seen a detailed list of someone’s life and personality.

I don't have any rules on how people share things for a matchup, but I’ll be honest, someone as kind and meticulous as you has earned a place in Jumin’s heart. You know what you want out of life and don't want anybody to ridicule or mock you for the way you experience life. Some people might say that's high maintenance, but I would say that is loving yourself and knowing what you want.

Never minimize your wants. 

You would rather live a life while experienced than a life in fear. You prepare yourself for the challenges ahead and you go through with them, even when the tough gets going. You are passionate, and what does Jumin admire? He admires people who are willing to be who they truly are without fear. You inspire him to be honest with himself. You make him want to explore his specialized interest without looking over his shoulder to see if somebody's going to say something about it. 

Even if you lead very busy lives, you find the time to be there for each other. Time well spent is the time you spend together at the kitchen table, smiling at one another as you prepare the meal yourself. 

[sparkling-pink-lemonade]

If the person you're responding/talking about (in your original post) didn't communicate that they are a minor in any way, you shouldn't be blamed for saying one very mild unserious sexual thing. Especially if this person was interacting/behaving in a sexual context (like posting in adult nasfw tags) first. Especially especially if you posted your response with nsfw tags as well. Also, you didn't speak to them directly. You made a very obvious joke in your own post that didn't have any connection to them or their blog. Minors cannot force their way into adult spaces and then have everyone start to complain that the adults are talking like adults. That's insane. The screenshots don't have that persons un or pfp. You weren't sending them dms telling them to their face that they should fuck you. Kids and teenagers say way worse and more sexual things than "block me harder daddy" on a daily basis. People getting mad at you about this are just virtue signaling.

I don't think they are inherently virtue signaling. It genuinely can be an uncomfortable topic/situation for some. And both anons approached the topic in a genuine and sincere way. So I don't fault them. But should someone else now try to convince a stranger on the internet to feel the same discomfort and disgust in their own actions, they sure can try, but shouldn't be surprised if the stranger chooses not to backpedal. And if they don't like that. Get mad and tell your friends about me behind my back, and block me. But it's not worth continuing the conversation against someone who made it clear they won't change their mind.

But yeah, I genuinely think it's more harmful to coddle teens from learning to handle uncomfortable situations or sexual humor. It's infantilizing and dehumanizing. I remember being a minor, a few months from turning 18 and having people who weren't even 19 yet feel too uncomfortable making a slightly sexual joke in my presence. And because of people like that, I knew people my age at that time frame who were way too prudish with discussing anything sexual at all.

On the topic though, I also got another anon who absolutely was virtue signaling. And since it's relevant, I can just address it here.

And it's like, first of all, being called smelly as an insult is genuinely funny. But it's just so ironic, because unlike the first two anons, this one absolutely isn't trying to have a genuine conversation here. In fact, seeing as it's an ask, and the language used, I was meant to see it and I was meant to be intimidated, not informed. It could technically be construed as harassment if I were to warp things enough. But I don't care enough.

It's interesting to note a few things though. Like how much this mirrors anti behavior. The use of a strawman, pedojacketing, and the idea of using moral purity to "exclude" me from a community.

Sexual harassment is not okay, whether it is is not the conversation being had. But since harassment is a social construct, the debate is whether what I said constitutes harassment. It's not a black or white issue, so with no definite line, I know that some people won't agree with my judgement, nor do I expect everyone to.

Plus... have I really misconstrued what it means to be proship if I don't believe what I've done to be harassment, and encourage people to curate their experience by blocking stances that make them uncomfortable?

I'm not even gonna touch the pedojacketing part, because I don't feel like making an essay on the definition and differences between pedophilia, csa, and csh on an already long post. Maybe some other time.

And lastly, it doesn't matter if anon claims me or not. No one has the power to gatekeep a label based community like proship. They will never be able to speak for all proshippers. There will be assholes, there will be people who use the label wrong, but you can’t decide for them that they are any less proship if they say they're proship. And trying to appear as though I'm not part of the community only serves to show other antis "See, we don't approve of that evil person over there. We are all good people, so stop spreading mean misinformation about us." And like... antis aren't gonna care. Unless you abide to their cult mindset, you're always gonna be the enemy.

[kasha-formerlydrabbletastic]

Blowing Off Steam

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Things have always been tense between the reader and Bucky, but what happens when things come to a head?

Word count: 4,269

Warnings: Mature readers only 18+ - minors do not interact! Vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), fingering, Dom/sub themes (who doesn’t love a bratty sub), unprotected sex (always use contraception), swearing.

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“You’re lucky I saved your ass!”

“Well, no one fucking asked you to, did they?”

“No, so it looks like I’m not such a fucking prick after all, eh, Y/N?”

“Nope. You’re still a fucking prick, Bucky. Nothing in this world will ever make me change my mind about it either.”

“Need I remind you that -”

“Oh, shut up, the both of you!”

Steve’s voice cuts through the argument, effectively rendering the pair of you mute. It's surprising how long it's taken someone to crack, given the fact that your argument with Bucky started about an hour ago when the team entered the quinjet.

"Every goddamn time you're around each other you gotta argue about something," he continues, holding the attention of most of the team. "I don't want to hear another fucking word out of either of you for the rest of the ride home."

"Good job, Dad," Tony quips.

"But Bucky -"

"But Y/N-"

The pair of you speak at the same time, but Steve cuts you off again.

"Not. Another. Word." He punctuates each word with a jab of his authoritative pointer finger into the air between you. "This is the end of it. Silence. Now."

It takes a moment as you wrestle with the impulse to protest, but you ultimately sit back into your seat, folding your arms tightly over your chest. Bucky seems to do the same, his expression grumpy as ever as the two of you lock eyes.

"Fuck you," you mouth, extending a middle finger toward him.

"Fuck you," he counters silently.

You roll your eyes, settling back once more.

There has never been any real explanation, but from the moment you met him, you and Bucky have locked horns. He's stubborn, pigheaded, so full of himself and the way he operates that you can't help but be annoyed by him.

Then again, a good number of the team are cursed with the same qualities but you seem to get along quite well with them.

What is it about Bucky?

***

Per Steve's demand, there wasn't a single word passed between you and Bucky the rest of the way home. You stripped yourself of your gear after Steve's Dad Moment before sitting back and allowing yourself to take a nap the rest of the way home in your t-shirt and tactical pants. It wasn't until you got into the compound and to your desk in the team's shared office that any of your frustration boiled over again.

"Fucking asshole," you muttered between gritted teeth as you glanced over at Bucky's empty desk; his paperwork sits on the surface, needing to be done, but the man himself is nowhere to be found. Granted you are the only one at your desk doing paperwork.

Or so you thought.

"Thinking about me again?" you hear him say behind you.

You swivel in your chair to face him, his face smug as ever as steam rises up from the two mugs of coffee he holds.

"Well, not everything is about you, Bucky," you say. "Believe it or not."

"I would believe it if it were true," he grins; you make to reply, but he carries on. "I was gonna give this to you as a peace offering," he says, gesturing with one of the mugs of coffee, "but I don’t think you’ve learned Steve's lesson yet. So I'm just gonna keep it for myself. I am so tired, anyway."

He strides toward his desk, swaggering with each step, and it's almost as if you can't help the knee-jerk reaction of sticking your foot out into his path. His feet get caught up with yours, tripping him up enough that he loses grip of the mugs and stumbles forward; the mugs smash on the floor, but Bucky's reflexes refuse to let him fall too. He straightens up quickly, turning on his heel and staring daggers at you.

"Enjoy your coffee, Sergeant Barnes," you chuckle.

"What the fuck?" Bucky shouts.

"Oh, I'm sorry," you begin, wanting to taunt him but you get no further.

"Y/N, Bucky."

The two of you turn to Steve, who has finally returned to the office dressed in a basic t-shirt and jeans. He is more stern than you've ever seen him, standing with his arms crossed and his expression disappointed. He is very much the captain with his stance, staring the two of you down as if you were naughty children.

"Clean this up and then meet me in the conference room," he directs, his voice low and tone ominous.

You watch as he leaves, then switch your gaze to Bucky; you don't know what's about to happen, but something tells you Steve has had enough of the bullshit. It's possible you're about to lose your spot on the team, you think, and panic fills your chest as you stand from your chair, ignoring Bucky to the fullest as you reach for a trash can.

"Fuck," you murmur, picking up shards of mug and tossing them into the bin.

Bucky appears shortly after with several towels in hand, wiping up the coffee and smaller pieces before just chucking them into the bin, too.

With the mess cleaned up, the two of you silently march to the conference room where Steve sits at the head of the table.

"Oh, good," he says sarcastically, "you two managed to work together and accomplish something in a timely fashion, how about that?"

You take your seat next to him, wanting to ask what this is about but knowing full well what he's about to say. Bucky sits opposite you, quiet and brooding, and you feel a lurch of annoyance in your belly. You roll your eyes again, looking to Steve, trying to convey in your eyes the question, "How long do I have to stay here with him?" Steve doesn't look at you, though, his eyes fixed on his folded hands in front of him before he speaks.

"I don't know what it is about the two of you being around each other, but whatever it is, you need to cut it out," he says. "It's detrimental to the team working as a whole, not to mention it is fucking irritating."

Something in you rises to be defensive, but another, more rational side begins to kick in, keeping your mouth shut for a moment.

"The number of complaints I get from everyone else is almost ridiculous, guys. And it's only a matter of time before the two of you are bickering like an old married couple and someone gets hurt because you're not giving your full attention."

You had been so caught up with how much you and Bucky annoyed each other that not much else in your mind spared the time to think about how it might affect the team and your missions. Steve is right - and you know it - that one of these days, you and Bucky will be going at it and one of you will slip. You won't necessarily be the one who suffers, but it's likely that if the two of you continue on with your childish back-and-forth, you might lose track of a target, lose a mission, or worse, lose a teammate. With that thought, shame floods you, and you sit back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest and gritting your teeth to keep from saying anything stupid.

"With that being said," Steve continues, "you two need to figure this out as soon as possible. What really gets me is that you're both so valuable to the team, but you let your bullshit get in the way of your effectiveness." Steve glances at the door, his expression shifting ever so slightly. "Actually... I'm gonna leave you two here for a minute, something just came up."

The slightest surge of panic rears in your chest as Steve gets up from his chair. You watch him incredulously as he leaves you here with Bucky, closing the door behind him. If you're not mistaken, though, you hear the door lock and your panic peaks just a little more.

You rise from your seat, following Steve's footsteps to the door and trying the handle; it doesn't budge.

"Fuck," you mumble. "FRIDAY, unlock the door, please."

"I'm sorry, Y/N," FRIDAY replies, "the orders are to keep the door locked for the next thirty minutes, barring an emergency."

"Are you fucking kidding me?!" you grumble, rubbing the palms of your hands into your eyes.

You almost don't register it, but you hear Bucky chuckle, a quiet laugh that brings your attention to him.

"What's funny about this?" you demand, just as quietly.

He sits back in his chair, strangely relaxed given that he's locked into the room with you. There's genuine amusement in his expression as he lounges, setting his hands on top of his head.

"Typical Steve," he says, looking at you with a sparkle in his eye. "Thinking he can save everyone."

You don't say anything, but shrug helplessly in agreement - probably agreeing with Bucky for the first time since you've known him.

"I guess he doesn't realize that he can't save everyone," you mutter, sitting back down.

Bucky shrugs this time. "That thought has never even occurred to him, I can promise you that."

Sparing a glance at Bucky, you fall into silence, unsure of what to say. He doesn't offer anything either, his smile slowly fading as the seconds tick on. The air thickens around you, the awkwardness growing more ungainly the longer neither of you speak. Though, it's possible that the whole thirty minutes have elapsed or that it's only been a few seconds before you figure out something to say.

"I'm sorry I tripped you earlier," you say quietly.

Bucky had been staring at the table, but he brings his gaze to you, studying you with a curiosity he has never once shown you before. He seems to take his time before he replies.

"I accept your apology," he says, leaning forward and putting his elbows on the table. "I'm sorry for... everything."

The moment hangs there, seconds ticking by as the two of you study each other; now that you look at him, finally confronting the reasons why you tease and antagonize him, you figure that maybe he's not always so grumpy-looking. There's a sparkle in his blue eyes, something witty and sweet that you've never allowed yourself to notice before. He's got a strong jaw, pretty pink lips, and a smile to die for. At once, it clicks why you've been so eager to step on every one of his nerves.

Something shifts in his expression, and he pushes his chair back, standing up. He doesn't take his eyes from you as he circles the table, but you push your chair back, too, taking after his lead. By the time he reaches you, you stand, facing him as the space between you shrinks.

Then, as if magnets pull you together, the pair of you collide; Bucky's flesh fingers curve around the back of your head, cradling it as he lowers his lips to yours. Despite how out of the blue this is, you melt into him, your hands finding his waist and pulling him close. His kiss is warm, his body taut under your touch as his other arm curls around your body, pressing your chests together. Your skin tingles in every place it meets his as the kiss deepens, each of you parting your lips for the other as your tongues explore new territory.

Then, as if your bodies can't get close enough, Bucky leans forward, his hands gripping your thighs as he lifts you onto the table. He doesn't once break the kiss, but as soon as you're settled, his hips knock your knees apart. Instinctively, your legs wrap around him, urging him closer to you. Your arms curl around his neck, too, making sure he doesn't get too far away from you. He responds, taking you in his arms in kind.

You don't know how long it lasts, and you don't care, especially when his lips stray, tracing your jaw and finding your pulse.

"Oh, Bucky," you sigh, your skin on fire from his touch.

"James," he says quietly against your neck.

For a moment, you pull back, staring into his eyes and smiling.

"James," you acknowledge, and he smiles too.

In the next second, though, a wickedness settles into his expression, a sly grin taking the sweet smile's place as his hands meet the button and fly of your pants. He pulls them open, his hand diving immediately into your panties.

"Fuck!" you gasp as his fingers slip between you lips, brushing over your clit to briefly dive into your heat.

"God damn," he groans. "Doll, you feel so good. You're so fucking wet for me."

You scoff, looking him dead in the eye. "Please. I'm sure if it were anyone else I'd still be just as wet."

"You sure about that?" he says, his eyes glittering with promise as he presses his fingertips to your clit, circling the singing nerves as if he's known how to all his life.

"Mmm," you hum, your fingers bunching into the front of his shirt as you pull him forward. "We'll just have to see, I guess."

"You're damn right," he says before crushing his lips to yours. He slips his fingers into you, his thumb working circles against your clit, and you moan into his mouth. "That's right, doll. I make you feel so fucking good, don't I?"

A sly smile of your own tugs at your lips as you pull your head back.

"Meh, I've had better."

He pauses for a moment, staring you in the face before he chuckles. He takes his hand from you as he uses his free hand to push you by the shoulder, urging you onto your back before he tugs your pants off, taking your panties with them.

"Spread those legs for me, Y/N," he orders softly, and you comply.

At once, his hand finds your heat again, his metal fingers diving in and curling against your g-spot as his flesh fingers work your clit. In no time at all, you writhe on the tabletop, the entirety of your energy focused on not coming, not giving in to his ego. It's no use, however, as he hits the right spots at the right time.

"Fuck!" you grunt, your toes curling as ecstasy explodes from your core; the orgasm rips through your body, rushing through your blood with a ferocity you've never known before as your heart pounds from your chest.

"I fucking told you, doll," Bucky teases, his hands slowing down before he removes them. "Look at you. All wrecked for me."

"You wish," you say, rising up onto your elbows to see Bucky's grin falter just slightly. "Why don't you really wreck me, James? Why don't you fuck the attitude out of me?"

Heat floods your body at the idea, but just then, Bucky smiles wider as the mischievous glint in his eyes seems to take him over completely.

"You want me," he begins slowly, his hands dropping to his belt, "to fuck," he undoes his belt, popping open the button on his pants, "the attitude," he pulls on the zipper, slipping his underwear down enough that his cock tumbles from its confines and into his hand, "out of you?"

Your eyes fix on his engorged, weighty flesh as he strokes himself, imagining what it would feel like to be split in half by it.

"You want it," he says; it's not a question at all, but an entirely accurate statement.

You meet his eyes once more to see the cockiest expression on his face.

"And what if I said yes?" you reply.

Bucky leans in, his lips close to yours.

"Beg me for it," he murmurs against your mouth.

"No," you say, pushing him away gently as you slip off the table; your hand just barely closes around his girth and strokes. "I won't beg for it." You get to your knees, coming face to face with his gorgeous cock. "But you will."

"You think so, Y/N?" he laughs, but moans the minute you take him into your mouth. "Fuuuuuuck."

You swirl your tongue around the head before taking him as far back into your mouth as you can. Bucky nearly whimpers the moment the tip enters the back of your throat and you swallow around him. It takes everything you've got to keep from laughing at him as he leans over, bracing himself on the table.

Bobbing your head along his shaft, you listen to him; he curses, making pleas to God as you work him up. He tries to hold it together, but the way you suck and lick and tease has him squirming. Before you know it, though, he yanks himself from you with a growl, picking you up off the floor and turning you around; his erection presses against your ass as he twines his fingers in your hair, pressing your hips against the table.

"Baby doll," he croons in your ear, his chest hard against your back. "You think you're so cute, eh? Just you wait, Y/N. Just you wait."

He presses you down onto the tabletop, his hand still gripping your hair. Almost instantly, you feel the tip of his cock brush your lips, sliding along your heat to press against your clit for just a moment. He does this a few times before he finally presses into your center.

The moment hangs in the air as your anticipation grows, your yearning to be filled finally being granted only Bucky doesn't continue. He stays, just the tip of his cock planted in you for a moment before it slips out again, and you let out the smallest whine.

"Oh, doll," he says, his tone mocking. "Did you want that? Did you want my big fat cock inside you?"

You collect your wits, unwilling to let him win.

"I bet you want to get inside me, James," you say, your hand finding his in your hair. "God, I bet you want to fuck me. I bet you've always wanted to fuck me, from the minute you met me."

He slips his cock along your heat again, and you bite your lip to keep from moaning as it meets your clit; he bounces his cock against it a few times before teasing it with gentle circles.

"I bet you've thought of nothing but this pussy since I joined the team," you continue, baiting him into giving in. "I bet that's why you're such a prick, because you could never have it. You wanna know what I think, James?"

"What do you think, Y/N?" he replies, replacing his tip back into your center as he leans over you, his face growing closer to yours.

"I think," you say, adjusting so you can see his face better, "that there have been so many times that you've imagined having me. Times when you found yourself imagining me in this exact position, with your dick buried inside me, and couldn't help but rub one out. You ever fucked yourself to the thought of me, James?"

Bucky chuckles. "Doll, you have no idea. But if we're placing bets, I bet you've done the same. You think I don't know? On all those missions we've been on, you think I didn't hear you fuck yourself in the next room? That I don't know that's how you blow off steam?"

You smile as he presses just a little further into your heat.

"Doll," he says, standing up and bringing you with him until your back arches against his chest, his lips brushing your ear as he continues, "you think I haven't heard you call my name?"

"Looks like we're at an impasse," you chuckle.

Bucky laughs too, dragging hot, wet kisses along your neck for a second.

"Nah," he says, letting go of your hair as he slowly curls his hand around your neck, pushing your head back onto his shoulder. "Because I've got the upper hand here."

"So you think," you quip as he presses just a little further into you; your body tenses, awaiting the full feeling of his cock.

"Oh, I know, Y/N," he says, retreating just a little. “I know for damn sure. Now, what do we say?”

“I don’t know, what do we say?”

He offers a dark chuckle as he pulls all the way out. “If you’re not gonna be a good girl, I won’t fuck you.”

“I wish I could believe you, Barnes,” you reply. “But seeing as how I haven’t complied with you yet and you’re still here with your hard-on poking me in the ass cheek, I just can’t take you all that seriously.”

“That’s fair,” he says before suddenly letting go of you. 

You turn around, fairly surprised as you watch him hitch his pants back up, putting his cock away.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you say with an incredulous laugh. 

“Well, I’m sitting back down until Steve gets back,” he says, checking the time. "There's still about fifteen minutes before he gets back."

Once more collecting your wits, you smile. With an idea coalescing in your brain, you stride to his side of the table, hopping up onto the tabletop right next to him to ensure that he sees everything you're about to work with.

"Well, then," you say, spreading your legs as your fingers meet your aching clit. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm a little worked up right now and I need to, as you said, blow off steam."

Bucky's smile falters as his eyes drop from yours to between your legs, watching you work. The very fact that he's watching sends another flood of arousal to your already dripping cunt, your need for release growing stronger by the second.

"Mmm," you hum, slipping your fingers into yourself.

Bucky doesn't look away once. On the contrary, he rises from his seat, looking pained as he witnesses your pleasure. You put on a show, your moans and whimpers growing more frequent; the move has the desired effect as Bucky's hand drops to the erection in his pants, palming it through the fabric.

"Fuck," he murmurs, yanking his pants down once more. He moves forward, hand around his cock to position himself inside you, but you were waiting for this; you lean forward, pressing your hand against his chest to stop his progress toward you.

"I'm sorry," you say, "but what are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you," he says, stepping forward once more, but you hold your ground.

"Says who?"

"Says me."

He moves forward again, but you still keep him at bay.

"And what do we say, James?" you purr.

"What?" he replies.

You lean closer to him, your lips almost brushing his as you say, "Beg me for it."

"Are you serious?" he says, getting impatient.

"Damn right I am," you reply.

Bucky struggles with it for a moment, but seems to decide to fold.

"Y/N," he says, stroking his cock, a drop of precum beading on the tip. "Please."

"Please what?" you reply, relishing in the frustration showing through his features.

"Please, please, let me fuck you."

You grin, satisfied that you won, as you let your hand slide around the back of his neck from his chest, pulling his mouth against yours as he immediately buries himself inside you.

"Ah!" you moan against his lips as he fills you to the hilt.

"God fucking dammit," he groans. "You feel so fucking good, Y/N."

At once, he begins thrusting, his hands holding tight onto your hips as he moves. You lean back onto one arm, your other hand finding your clit once again, pressing circles against yourself.

"Fuck, Y/N," he says, his thrusts growing quicker.

His cock drags along your g-spot, the perfect sensation to accompany your clitoral stimulation. In next to no time, you snap, your body bombarded by your next orgasm.

"Oh, fuck," Bucky says through gritted teeth as you pulse around him.

His grip tightens on you as his hips press quicker, harder than ever, before they stutter; he pulls out, his hand grasping his cock and stroking it until he comes. Spurts of cum land on your thigh, thick and warm, as Bucky tries to get his breathing under control, his forehead landing on your shoulder for support.

He takes a moment, straightening up once he’s gotten control of himself. As he backs away, his eyes fix on yours, a soft grin pulling at his lips. He puts himself back together, zipping and buttoning his pants deliberately.

“You win,” he says, holding his hands up in surrender. 

“I know,” you laugh, watching as he moves around the table to grab your pants and underwear from where he pulled them off of you. He walks them back to you, handing them over. “Clean it.”

Once more, his mischief is written all over his face as he bends down, using his tongue to mop up his mess. The sensation tingles along your thigh to your core, and you wish you had longer than just the thirty minutes allotted to the two of you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, staying put as he stands back up.

“Good boy,” you say, pulling his face to yours for a kiss.

“Looks like I’m your bitch now,” he says with a chuckle.

“Oh, doll,” you say, taking delight in the look on his face as you use his word. “It was bound to happen.”