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Into It - Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader

tags: NSFW, workplace, Mr. Nanami has an obsession, overthinking, progressively dirtier thoughts, stalker behavior, seat licking, mention of footplay [i know, i'm sorry], masturbation in workplace, territory-marking, [i mean some seriously off-handle shit happens and i feel like tagging them would spoil the surprise], y/n is used, panty stuffing, foreplay, semi-public sex, slow burn sex, creampie, snowballing, not really proofread just shared with fellow degenerates word count: 6.52 k synopsis: Nanami Kento loves seeing you at the workplace. [headcanon idea provided by bllue_soul on twitter, their art is amazing, their obsession with Nanami is immaculate] a/n: i want this man (SPICY) to spit in my mouth after he eats taco bell. I'd let him use my asshole as an ashtray. thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Nanami loved when you wore blue in the office. He'd never say it, but Nanami made sure to get up for a cup of coffee when you'd show up in the morning.

Five minutes late as usual, even on days you were scheduled later. Nanami couldn't explain why it was that exact time, every time, but you always walked through the elevator doors with your coffee cup in hand, looking for your ID in your purse.

Knee-length pencil skirt, black. Teal blue silk button-up. Heels. The strappy kind that went around your ankle and sleek. The bottoms were scuffed because of daily use, except for Fridays when you wore your black sneakers.

He refilled his cup, catching glances of you through the glass of the breakroom. You were running late, yes, but today was different. You reached to strap up your heel, wearing an entirely new skirt half shorter than the regular.

With a lift of your knee to a lobby table, you fixed your shoe and inadvertently flashed your lacy blue panties. Nanami stepped closer to the counter, acknowledging the sudden throb of his cock at the sight. He narrowed his eyes, catching onto more of the previously hidden skin of your inner thighs.

He'd peeked before, passing by you in the downstairs cafe but was caught by the slip you wore underneath. But now you were as careless as possible, as if you'd wanted Nanami to notice all of you.

He would've popped a blood vessel if he didn't keep his composure; a slick icy dew settled down his spine as he pulled his coffee cup to his lips and disguised his gulp. Nanami slowly tore his eyes away from your elongated legs as you stood upright, as you adjusted your skirt just past your thighs.

He stole another glance as you walked in, admiring the tilt of your hips when you walked and how this new skirt of yours aided the visual.

Nanami cleared his throat when another coworker entered and discreetly adjusted himself in his slacks before taking an actual swig of his coffee. He excused himself to his desk and sat down precisely, making sure his chair was two inches in the way of the walkway.

You exchanged your greetings to your coworkers as you breezed by them, taking long pulls of your coffee while you made it to your desk aisle.

Upon your turn, you noticed Kento sat upright in his chair almost purposefully in the walkway.

"Good morning, Nanami," you offered with a small smile pursed on your lips.

Your free hand went to his shoulder and carefully cupped it, willing yourself to not squeeze and admire the amount of muscle he hid under his suit.

You cleared your throat as you sidled around his chair, your thigh brushing his knee while your hand pushed him in rotation to watch you walk by.

Nanami's eyes were trained on your hand for the moment you touched him, then stole a peek at your ass as you breezed by him. This coy display of yours made his heart race in his ears.

"Y/N, you're late," he chastised softly, rotating the full 180 with his eyes glued on yours all the way to your seat.

"I know," you pouted, sitting down carefully at your chair. You pressed your knees together and tucked your legs just under the seat. "The line at the coffee shop was so long, even when I got there early."

Nanami tightened his jaw, straightened his tie and put on his best composure; you smiled at his efforts, how he slicked at his hair and flattened his tie to his chest.

"I even got you something," you cut in, stalling his scolding you. You dug into your purse and retrieved a singular wrapped cake pop, coated with light blue sprinkles over the beige icing. "Reminded me of you."

Nanami's eyes remained blank though the underside of his right one twitched; you held the treat out to him and he took it with a low tone of thanks.

"That's not all," you offered, going through your bag again to retrieve a bottle of iced coffee. "I know you like hot coffee, but I brought you a cold brew. More caffeine."

Nanami stiffened further, watching as you set the glass bottle on your shared desk then pushed it with the tips of your fingers over to him. Your effort was cute, pushing past the small conjoining crack as you remained fully in your seat.

He could see down your blouse then, past the teal blue silk and in to see another catch of lace. Nanami gulped, his free hand clutching the top of the cold brew bottle and slamming his eyes shut.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You sat upright with a snap, folding your hands to your lap with a cheeky smile. "No problem, Nanamin."

His cock was seething now, so hot and throbbing for you without you even noticing his slow descent.

You forced your knees tighter together, hoping to hide the sudden wet you had for Nanami as you did everyday sitting in front of him. So badly you wanted to be his office pet, for him to keep his attention focused on you rather than work.

With a curt nod in your direction, he slid into his corner office desk and logged onto his computer. You watched the man square his shoulders, finishing off his cup of coffee before you turned around in your chair.

Nanami peeked from the corner of his eye to you, wheeling yourself tight into your cubicle and reaching for the straps of your heels. Like clockwork, they helped you walk in but the constant sprint to the train, even when you're running early, warred on your arches.

He carefully mapped the flex of your calves as you kicked your heels off and rested your bare feet on the low-pile carpet.

Nanami thought of you, one day, resting your tired feet on his lap. How you'd press your aching arches into his thigh while silently willing him to ease the stress in them. He'd happily do so, for you, if you asked nicely.

By break-time, the swell of Nanami's cock subsided to replace his actual work. While you were in the forefront of his mind, you were subdued when his eyes weren't on you. He focused on numbers that repeated in sequence until you logged off of your computer and put your shoes on.

"I'm going to lunch with some of the girls," you offered, sidling around to face Nanami's back. "Would you like to come?"

Nanami paused in typing, the thought striking through his core. Very badly, he thought, all over your tits and tongue. He raised his brows, turning his chin over his shoulder slightly to you.

"No, thank you."

You hummed, pushing to your feet with your hand resting on Nanami's desk. "Would you like me to get you something?"

You reached a curious hand out, wanting to brush through the back of Kento's short blond hair. Your hand stagnated in the air before you balled your fist and dropped it to your waist.

He tilted his chin in your direction, catching your eyes. Nanami's jaw tightened, staring at your soft gaze back at him. The harsh lights of the office did absolutely nothing well for your features, but lightning nonetheless was beautiful haloed around you.

Nanami shook his head in response, pushing away from his desk with a log off. You leaned further into Nanami's view, taking up more of his scenery.

"Would you like to get drinks with us tonight?" You asked, tilting a hip against the desk.

Nanami kept his eyes locked with yours, his lax eyes watching as your ass shelved onto the desk and rode your already short-skirt further up.

"Us?" He repeated, turning sideways to hid his once again growing bulge.

You smiled, scoffed in amusement as your hand reached out to push Nanami to face you. "The girls from work. I'm sure they won't mind you tagging along."

Nanami stuffed his hands into his pockets instantly, doing his best to hide the stiffening tent in his slacks. The precarious position he was in before you was nothing he hadn't imagined before.

You leaned against the desk before him, his chair placed directly before you. "I-I don't think I should."

"Oh, come on," you pleaded softly, lowering your voice as your coworkers began to file out to grab lunch. "I'll buy you a drink."

The ache slowly roared up Nanami's stomach, taking all of you in.

"I'll think about it," he said, sitting back in his chair. "Now, go on, before you miss lunch with your friends."

You smiled and pushed off of the desk, straightening out your skirt before walking away. "You want me to bring you something back?"

Nanami followed your movements around to the front of his cubicle; he grinned suddenly and shook his head.

"No, go." He raised a hand to wave you off. "Go, before you're late coming back."

You scrunched your nose at him then pat your hand on top of his cubicle before walking off. The way his dull stare looked into you, locked into you while he kept his attention directed at you made you feel warmer inside.

You wrung the handle of your purse on your shoulder as you walked out of the office, looking back a final time to see Nanami standing up to refresh his cup of coffee.

Nanami was careful moving while still in your line of sight. He ignored your gaze and went to the breakroom to clean his coffee cup. More of his coworkers filed out of the office, leaving him alone for the hour lunch they had.

Upon seeing you leave, Nanami took the opportunity to return back to his desk. With the lights automatically shutting off, Nanami rested his head in the exact space where you sat on the desk.

He breathed softly at the remnant of warmth you left, turning his face to press his nose right where he imagined your panties touched the surface. All of it, so warm. Nanami pressed his tongue to the surface, knowing that he wouldn't find anything of note in your wake but imagined the heavy damp of your pussy.

Nanami huffed against the desk, resting his forehead to it as he fumbled with his belt buckle. The thought of eating you out on the very desk after hours drove the heat right back to his throbbing cock.

He took grip of his cock and stroked once, stopping his breath on the thought of you sat where his head was now. Like a dog, he lapped at the desk top while he squeezed tight at his cock and stroked long and slow.

Nanami sniffed up all of your scent, licked up all that he could before he felt your essence was dissipated from the top. He'd normally hold off on such outward displays in regards to you, but today felt like more.

He moved away from the desk in a pant, dropping to his knees and trudging to your chair. Imagining the day he'd lay his head on your lap, let your tired feet fumble over his raw cock, Nanami stroked and inhaled deeply at your chair.

Kento breathed deeply at your seat, dragging his tongue over the aerated mesh of your chair. He imagined your skirt ridden up further while you sat, your lacy blue panties rubbing against the mesh.

Kento opened his eyes to look at your seat, the thin string of your panties woven into the mesh. His brow quirked and gnawed at the spot to free the string.

He thought of your panties catching, your pussy touching the mesh and riling yourself up while at work. Naughty girl, he thought, squeezing his cock harder as he finally came.

With a kneel, Nanami reached out for your to-go coffee cup and brought it to his dripping cock. He leaked all of his cum from his tip and into the empty cup, staring down at its ooze mixing with the legs of the coffee remnant at the bottom.

He caught his breath, bent over your chair, letting his cock twitch freely into the cup until he was empty. Kento sat back on his haunches, righted his pants and belt buckle before standing up and grabbing the cup in disgust.

Carefully, he walked it to the men's restroom and discarded it in the bin, stuffing it far to the bottom and balling paper towels on top.

Nanami stood before the mirror, washing his hands while staring at the sudden blush in his demeanor. He wished to understand the allure about you over him in such a place. Even when he thought about work, you were right over his shoulder.

Like a tempting little devil in your lacy undies, crossing and uncrossing your legs in your strappy heels. Nanami knew it was wrong to want to be between them so bad while on the clock, but the stress only built with every passing by.

He leaned against the white tile of the bathroom and took a deep breath, knowing he could get through another day like he did every other one before it.

But tonight you asked him out for drinks. And he was going to go.

Closing down his office desk around the same time as you, Nanami stood up and righted his suit jacket in the walkway. You managed to step back into your heels a final time, strap them up and put your phone in your bag as you logged out of your computer.

"Y/N," Kento began as you took of your ID and put it into your bag.

You hummed, giving the blond man your undivided attention. He stood stiffly before you, hair and suit kempt to the nines just as you expected from him every day.

He glanced at his watch on his wrist, reached with his free hand undo his tie at the second the hands hit 5:30. "Let's get those drinks."

By his utterance, you brightened. He saw it and that look alone sent another lash of heat through his stomach. The way your eyes lit up and how your lips curled revealing your teeth in a genuine smile.

"Let's go," you pushed, moving to wrap your arm through his and walk with him to the elevator.

You rested your chin to his shoulder, peering up at him with your still egregious smile; Nanami's heart raced with how close you were to him at this moment.

He kept his pace with you, not overexerting your tired stride in your strappy heels. Nanami kept his arm bent with yours, his muscle flexing under your fingers.

"Do you workout?" You asked innocently enough, squeezing tenderly at his bicep. You felt his body tense under your touch, his muscle tightening in your grip.

You hid a roll of your eyes at that, your mind wondering to the thought of what Nanami looked with his shirt off. Your imagination on him kept you focused hard at work everyday, as if he would be able to read it on your face.

Kento's body was rigid by your touch, your question. He glanced down at you, offered a half-watt smirk.

"Not a day in my life." He added, pushing the button for the elevator and stepping inside with you.

When he thought it'd be just the two of you, your coworker friends suddenly flooded into the elevator. The bubble surrounding the two of you was now popped, all the noise of the multiple women nothing more than grating.

Still, you held onto his arm, pulled him a bit closer as you looked up at him expectantly. His heart fluttered as his cock twitched, both parts of him expecting two different things at once.

You managed to get the bartender's attention while Nanami sat at the table off from your coworkers. He'd loosened his tie and folded it carefully to tuck into his suit pocket.

You were leaning egregiously over the bar, waiting as the bartender fixed your drinks, no longer paying attention to how your new skirt was riding up.

Nanami wanted to sit back and admire the view, but glanced around to the other patrons. His eyes caught onto a few gentlemen's gazes, how they lined up on the curve of your ass.

He was up and behind you swiftly, his hands respectfully holding the sides of your skirt and pulling it down over your thighs.

You sat up with a grin, into Nanami, leaning your head against his shoulder. "What, don't like a show?"

Kento reddened, glancing around the bar at the other men now fixated on your proximity. He straightened his hands along your hips then backed away. I don't want to share you with other men.

You maneuvered in his hold and turned around, touching at his naked collared shirt. Nanami's hands followed up to clasp over yours. He shook his head.

"I...don't want you to be exposed." He managed to say, chastising himself internally for chastising you like this.

You slipped a hand up his neck, emboldened by his touch. "You like what you saw..."

Nanami hid a roll of his eyes, holding himself up from leaning into your hold. "Maybe a little, but this isn't the place for that."

You narrowed your eyes at Nanami, searching his calculated stare back at you. "You wanna dance?"

His brow furrowed quizzically, allowed you to push past him and ditch the drinks. You grabbed onto his wrist and led him out onto the dimly lit dance floor, the lights pointed up towards the ceiling cycling through the rainbow.

"Y/N, I don't dance," Nanami said flatly, dragging his feet after you.

"Then stand there," you responded, dropping his hand to your hip after you faced away from him. "I like a man that knows what he wants."

Nanami gulped as he felt you press against him; your skirt hiked up an inch as you slid down the length of his legs and pulled yourself back up.

Internally, he bit at his knuckles, fighting every urge to lose himself before you. Nanami reached out for your hands, holding you upright before him.

"Don't...do that," Nanami scolded, hissing into your ear.

You felt a chill roll down your spine, feeling Kento's breath husk against your skin. You forced your knees together, feeling the warmth pool further down to your pussy.

You teasingly tilted your ear in the direction of the blond's mouth. "What do you want me to do, Kento?"

An errant grimace scoured his mouth, the sound that followed it along with the grip of his hands made your breath pick up.

You felt the bulge of his cock against your ass, how it throbbed against you.

Nanami couldn't help it then, smelling your shampoo and feeling you so closely. His mouth jerked to answer but he was silenced as you swayed your hips to the switch of music.

His slammed his eyes shut, leaning against your temple as his thumbs ran along your palms. "Y/N, please."

"I can stop," you whispered, tilting your head further to look behind at Kento. "Just tell me too."

Nanami panted softly against you, ready to press you hard against him and cum in his pants. He wanted to call you out right there, tell you this was inappropriate and that your friends were watching.

"I-I can't," he whimpered into your ear, a groan so sweet all over your body.

You leaned your head back and whispered up to his ear. "I know."

You pulled away from Nanami enough to do a three-step then reeled yourself back into your coworker. "I have something for you."

Nanami relished and dreaded the moment away from you, wanting nothing more than your body melded in his. He groaned into your ear when you returned, a question in his grunt.

You giggled lightly, reaching into your blouse for the strip of lace you'd tucked there upon arriving to the bar. You held the fabric over your middle finger, allowed Nanami's hand to slip it away from you.

Nanami ran his fingers over the fabric, knowing exactly what this was. His cock was indestructible then, hard and folded up against the zipper of his pants. He brought your panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, a low and disgusting sound that resounded beautifully in your ears.

"What do you want to do, Nanamin?" You asked coyly, pressing your ass a bit firmer against his hard bulge.

Kento shut his eyes as he took in a second long inhale of your panties, his other hand holding carefully onto yours.

"Let's find somewhere private," Nanami stressed against your ear.

You grinned softly, turning in the direction of Nanami's low voice. "Lead the way."

Kento waited a long moment, reaching between the two of you to adjust himself. He stuffed your panties into his pocket then pulled away with a low clearing of his throat.

He nodded carefully in the direction of the restroom and you followed his lead down the hallway. Kento looked over at the table with your coworkers, all of them occupied in one another, and grabbed your hand to exit out of the back door.

You slid out of the exit with him, wading in the back brick alley. You watched as Nanami looked down the length of the alley, surveying his surroundings before pushing you up to the nearest wall to the back door.

He used his knees to pry your legs open, watching your skirt wade up further. Nanami stared at your bare thighs, waiting to see the actual flash of your pussy but stopping himself.

He took grip of your jaw, leaning in and ready to kiss you. Nanami's thumb and index finger pressed into your cheeks, opening your mouth enough to stuff your panties in.

Your drool wetted at the lace, instantly tasting your wet from earlier in the day. Nanami smirk at your doe-eyed look, pressing his lips to your nose as his free hand reached down to swiftly put two fingers into your pussy.

You quivered, your eyelids flickering with your body jolting softly. Kento groaned at the feeling of you clenched around him, your soft walls throbbing, almost aching to be around him.

"You're messy, Y/N," Kento spat before your puckered lips, his chest hardened to keep his excitement at bay.

The sight of you, your eyes glistening in the alleyway light while your spit seeped from the corners of your mouth. Your panties stuffed so carelessly into your mouth, the lace falling on your chin.

"You've been wet since work," he stated matter-of-factly, reminiscing on the taste of you he'd licked from your chair.

Your breath caught, half-blinking at Nanami's statement before nodding. You'd smelled the faint musk of Nanami's cologne and thought of what it smelled like when he sweated.

Nanami slipped a third finger in, working you open as you squeezed your eyes shut at the intrusion. He huffed, planting his free hand on the brick wall beside your head and leaning in.

Nanami carefully rested his lips to your temple, massaging you with his three fingers effectively pushing in and out of you. He ignored your throbbing clit, an act that makes you buck at his thumb rested atop your slit.

"Patience," He hissed softly, pressing his hot crotch against your hip. "is a virtue. Learn it."

Nanami retracted a finger and you whined, feeling his digit line between your folds. He leaned in further, curling his fingers to your innermost wall.

"I want you to enjoy this, not find the release." He ordered, slowing his pace. "Do you understand?"

You nodded at him, your hands bracing the wall to not stop him. Opening your eyes, you met Kento's eyes as breathed methodically in and out of his nose.

When he sensed you'd calmed, Nanami resumed. He teasingly pumped his fingers into you, working his knuckles to make sure you'd be open and sopping for him.

He pulled his fingers out, dragging them along your innermost wall and earning a pulse of your pussy. Nanami looked down at his hand to find his shirt sleeve wet, your walls tightening around his digits rhythmically.

"Good girl," Nanami praised in his low-effort tone. He pulled his sleeve up and returned to his stance, pushing his two fingers back in.

Your eyes rolled as a muffled noise escaped through the lace, relaxing your body to let Nanami make work of it. His fingers, long and warm, were gentle against your pliant walls.

He'd imagined this scenario all day, Nanami wasn't ready to squander it for two minutes of flash-pan lust. He wanted to savor everything about you in this instance.

Nanami reached to undo his belt, still pumping his fingers into you. You watched him flip the leather strap from his belt loops with one hand, readily unclasp the metal hinge and pull it off with a single effective tug.

He stared at the belt in his hands, refastened the loop and urged it in the direction of your hands. You silently obliged his request, allowing him to slip the leather strap over your wrists then pull before folding it back between your tightened hands and knotting it with a final loop.

Nanami's effectiveness, while one-handed, was impressive to say the least. And his fingers still working you all the while was nothing short of excruciating.

You tensed at another soft press at your walls, your eyes crossing at the lick of heat blipped through your stomach in a half-life. Nanami shrugged off his suspenders, leaning his shoulder onto the brick before pressing his chest to yours.

He forced you closer to the wall, your legs spreading further to accommodate his large hand, his long fingers. Nanami cautiously unzipped his pants, undoing the button and shoving the waist of his briefs down to unveil his hard, already leaking cock.

"I've waited for this," he whispered, taking his hand back to pull your skirt up to your stomach.

The brick of the building bit into your ass, driving another low noise from you. Nanami's eyes raked down your body, going for the top button of your blouse and popping it free.

He went for the second one, planting his lips in its resting place against your chest, then the third before revealing your matching lacy bra. In his favorite color.

Nanami bit back the urge to pounce on you, continuing his marvel of your body underneath your office attire. He buried his face between your tits and breathes in, perversely lapping his tongue at the jeweled detail placed in the lace against your breastbone.

He selfishly sniffed at your skin there, running his tongue over the curve of your breasts before nudging his nose at the stiffened peaks tucked behind the peek-a-boo lace.

Nanami glanced up at you, saw your eyes now half-mast and descending into hunger. You wanted him so badly inside you, all over you. The thought of him made your skin itch and sizzle with his body being the cool ice to sate it.

He gnawed into the lace over your nipple, suckling and nibbling at the fabric over your tit before tearing it down with his teeth. Nanami kept your eyes as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, massaging at your breast with his wet lips while his tongue lashed over and over at you.

You trembled, choking in breaths through your panties while your pussy fluttered wildly. Nanami didn't relent, moving over to your other breast and doing the same all while tenderly caressing his cock with his free hand.

You couldn't help another buck of your hips, once again feeling the precipice nesting in the small of your back. Nanami bit at your nipple, earning another squirm from you. He widened his teeth and bit around your areola, earning your hips edging from his touch.

"Discipline is necessary towards pleasure, isn't it?" Nanami asked, not expecting a true answer from you. He towered over you, searching your eyes before pulling his fingers out fast.

The speed floored you, dropping your stomach as he brought his fingers up to admire your wet glistening on his fingers. Nanami ran his thumb over his tips, now wrinkled and pale from being inside you.

He took the time to clean his fingers, using his tongue to draw long stripes of your wet from his skin. You marveled at the curve of his tongue, his lips catching your wet and making them shine.

"But I fear I've left you waiting too long," Nanami whispered, taking grip of his cock and sliding his tip along your slit.

The hot press of his head touching your clit sent chills down your spine, the pre-cum from his tip mixed with the wet from your pussy.

Nanami slipped his cock between your thighs, sliding it closely against your wet. You pouted, feeling the twitching heat of him wedged between your legs.

He pressed his thumb to your folds, holding you open until he pushed his cock into you. The sudden flush of heat that came from his tip just inside you made you wiggle, his cock slowly drove into you.

You tried to bow forward, losing the strength in your knees; Nanami held you up, flushing his chest to yours as he bowed his head down.

You looked up at him, allowing Kento to rest his forehead against yours. He winded against your lips, heating up the drool and damp from your lace panties.

His cock pushed through you, filling you. He throbbed inside of you, twitching within your walls. Your skin broke out into a sweat, chewing on your panties in your mouth before pulling them into your mouth.

You begged for Kento's kiss, pouting your bottom lip out against his. You cried into the fabric, brushing your nose against his as he fucked into you slowly, rolling his hips against yours and out.

He grabbed at your thighs, lifting you up against him; your hands scraped against the brick, following the new scratches that dug into your ass.

"How do I feel?" Nanami asked against your mouth, taking each miniscule flicker of your eyes.

You mewed through your panties, your lips ghosting against his. Kento pecked your top lip, then your bottom lip before pulling at your panties with his teeth.

Each thrust felt better than his fingers, his cock bigger and longer than his digits. You rode into his pumps, leaning your head back against the wall; Kento took the opportunity to lick at your neck, slopping up the building sweat on your skin and suctioning at your collarbone and throat.

He felt that he'd be able to consume you, caging over you protectively while taking from you whatever you offered. Kento appreciated the frailty of you, so open with your hands tied behind you and willing with your panties stuffed in your mouth.

Nanami enjoyed deep down how you splayed before him, the filth that exuded you. He kissed up to your ear, then across your jaw before breathing against your lips again.

He paused in his thrusts to feel you speared on his cock, to feel you gushing over his waist and staining his dress pants. This was better than whatever he imagined at work; Nanami's mind couldn't come up with this scenario during his filthiest daydreams.

You whimpered on him, his length sheathing fully inside you; more wet gushed from you, feeling Kento pressed tightly inside you.

Nanami started his thrusts again, pulling you back onto him until your back stiffened and you scratched at the brick behind you.

You fervently dropped your head up and down, stopping and moaning through the fabric as you rested your forehead to Nanami's shoulder.

The orgasm tore through you, heating up the backs of your thighs; the scratches on your ass pricked further, your back scratching with the brick while you yoyo-ed between the rock of Nanami's cock and the hard place of the wall.

Nanami metered his pace, slowing again with each tighter push through your orgasming walls. He stuttered inside you, allowing your euphoria to pull him through his.

He forced your head up and moaned directly in your face, taking his teeth to tear your panties from your mouth and finally kissing you. Kento closed his arms around your head, pressing you tighter up to the wall.

When he came inside you, you jolted again. The speed of him shooting into you, pooling through you and bringing a new film of sweat over you.

Nanami ate at your lips, scoured and licked into your mouth as he relished in the new gush of warmth around him due to his cum. You were now delectable, much like any dessert with buttercream.

He continued until he caught his breath, releasing your legs to let you stand at the same time of pulling out of you. You felt the sluggy trail when Nanami's cock bowed out of you, your knees trembling at the weight after an orgasm.

"Sorry," Kento apologized, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. "I made a mess."

Before you could shake your head at him, tell him it was okay, Kento kneeled before you. With your thighs spread apart, Nanami stared up at you.

He carefully pulled your heel up to rest on his thigh, running his hand up your calf and further to the back of your knee. Nanami cooed at your skin, resting his cheek to your knee.

"Nanamin?" You questioned.

Nanami ignored your tone, looking up at you again as he shifted closer to you. He lolled his tongue out from his lips, timidly slipping his to the top of your slit.

You jerked away from his tongue. "Kento."

Nanami looked up at you, expectant and patient. "Y/N, let me clean you up."

You wiggled at his words, backing your hips into the brick wall again. "Y-you don't have to."

"I want to," Nanami stated plainly.

He moved closer to you again, licking at the top of your slit then down to your clit; his light pressure caused a ticklish feeling between your shoulders. Nanami kept your eyes as he dropped his tongue to line between your folds, lapping up his housed cum in you.

He carefully licked, prodding his tongue into you to suck more of his cum out. You folded your knuckles to your mouth, trying to keep your breath steady and not enjoy his intimate act more than that.

Nanami pulled back when he felt he'd gotten it all. He carefully stood up again, righting his still-hard cock into his pants then doing the same for your skirt.

He rested his hands at your waist, leaning in to kiss you. You shut your eyes softly, opened your mouth to receive his tongue and felt his spit dribble into you.

Nanami carefully shared his cum into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself and him; the umami of your sex something to be savored.

You swallowed nervously, realizing what he was doing. You lolled your tongue back at Kento's, swirling your sex between your mouths before he parted to gulp down his half.

"Your taste is immaculate," he whispered before your lips, buttoning your shirt back up and tucking your breasts back into your bra.

"I should go," Kento said, undoing your wrists from your belt.

You rubbed at your wrists carefully as Nanami bent to pick up your panties from the dirty alleyway. He tucked them into his pocket, lined his belt back through its loops.

"Be careful getting home tonight," he warned sweetly, resting his hand to your jaw to pet at it. "Call me if you need me."

You bowed into this man, watching as he slicked his perfect hair back into its set style. Nanami searched your once again doe-eyes, swooning inside by the whole swap from sex kitten to touch-starved in the blink of an eye.

"Okay," you offered, taking grip of his wrist to kiss the meat of his palm.

Nanami pulled back from you, grabbed the door to the bar and held it open for you to walk back in. He followed behind you back to the main area and grabbed his suit jacket along with his keys.

He politely excused himself to your work friends, glancing to see you duck into the bathroom. Walking out of the bar, he narrowed his eyes at the strange men that ogled you earlier and made memory of their faces.

Walking into his apartment, Nanami pointedly kicked his shoes off at the front door and straightened them against the wall. He hung his tie on the back of the door along with his suit jacket.

Kento moved around his apartment in the motions: putting soiled clothes into the hamper, dirty dishes in the dishwasher and straightening up his king-size bed.

He showered, changed into his jinbei and slipped into his slippers. Kento brushed his teeth, made himself a cup of tea, and grabbed the book he'd been working on for the past week.

Shuffling to bed, he turned on his nightlight and climbed in. Folding the comforter over his waist, Nanami flipped open his book to the last page he left off.

He scanned over the words, still going back to the day he'd had. Nanami couldn't lie that his cock was sore from being rubbed raw.

He blinked slowly, pinching at the bridge of his nose with a groan.

From his place in bed, he heard the front door handle jiggle. Nanami sat up, ready to get out of bed as it opened softly then shut again.

He raised a brow and folded his book to his lap to see you, leaning against the doorway.

You held your heels in your hand, having had three extra drinks after Nanami left.

"Hey baby," you grinned drunkenly, dropping your heels to the floor and shuffling to the bed. You folded your body over the plush bed, the pillow-soft comforter cool against your cheek.

"Hi honey," Nanami smiled, folding his book closed. "How was work?"

You hummed, pulling yourself onto all fours and crawling over to your husband. "It was so good, you were so good."

He spared a dry chuckle at you, watching as you curled sideways in the bed, resting your head in his lap. "You were too. Do you want me to run you a bath?"

You shook your head, shutting your eyes. Nanami grabbed at his teacup, holding it out for you to take.

"Take a sip, sweetheart," Nanami urged softly, bending his knee to sit you up on his thigh.

You did so, hiding a roll of your eyes. You set the cup out for Nanami to take back, which he did as he leaned down to peck your lips.

"Did you get cuts from that wall?" he asked, ready to take care of you as you curled further into his lap.

Your eyes fluttered, shaking your head as you tucked closer to Nanami's stomach. "Hold me."

"Anything for you, my love."

#nanami kento #nanamin #nanami jjk #nanami jujutsu kaisen #kento nanami #fanfic #fan work #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fanfic

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kopilot-pop · 4 months

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[For you are loved.]

- New Jeans x Ex-IZ*ONE! Reader

Request: You can write New jeans(separate) x Ex-izonereader Who is exhausted because he takes so much criticism (Like Wonyoung, only worse because she suffers🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️😓😓😦)and just goes to them and lays on top of them, but oh..they fall asleep..just cute, Your works are too cute!!!!💗💗💗🐰🐰🐰😍😍

Warning(s): Cursing, self-hatred, cyber bullying, etc.

A/N: This is fluffy in the end so don’t be scared to read it because of the warnings. Love y’all, have fun!

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“I just don’t get why you’re with them.”

You froze.

You’re currently at a sign event, meeting hundreds of Bunnies, and having a chance to talk to them.

Everything went smoothly. You smiled at fans, they screamed, you said hi, they screamed, and when you posed for pictures you could hear clicks louder than the ones you heard on a red carpet.

Maybe you should’ve expected not everything could be that perfect.

A certain fan - although it’s clear she has a favorite - made you anxious the moment she sat down in front of you. You were last in the line, so you were able to watch the others interact with her. She brought small wrapped gifts for all your members, but when she arrived at your table, it was clear she was empty handed.

Not even a piece of paper for you to sign at a fucking sign event.

“I… I’m sorry?”

“You heard me.” She crosses her legs, folding up her arms on her chest. “I don’t understand why Ador even considered you to join.”

Realizing what’s happening, you quickly glance at the manager - unfortunately he’s busy handling an overexcited fan with Dani.

“I..”

“I don’t want your stupid signature, it’s the same lazy one you had with IZ*ONE.”

Oh.

“You should’ve just stayed alone and pathetic after the disbandment rather then ruining a perfect group.”

Wow.

“You’re an eye sore - do you even know that? A fucking rat standing next to the goddesses. Every day I pray that you get caught in a stupid scandal and leave like th-”

“Excuse me. Your time is over.”

The ‘fan’ quickly glares at the manager, and hurriedly leaves, stomping purposefully. He gently puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry I came too late. You can stay out for the rest if you’d like-”

“It’s okay! I can’t keep my fans waiting. Thank you though.” The fake smile clearly doesn’t ease up your manager’s mind, but he knows you well, and decided to leave you back to work with a simple pat.

—

On your way home you started to read the comments about the interaction.

The same girl decided to brag about her interaction on Twitter. You recognized her username, having seen her and several other fans that loved New Jeans, but hated you.

From editing songs and group photos to exclude you, apparently they decided to finally face you and say the same things that they posted on the internet more directly.

Her post gained attraction -and even though the replies were filled with Bunnies protecting you and explaining how the poster went too far - several replies were filled with hate towards you.

How untalented you are.

How much they hate your voice.

How you didn’t deserve to be with them.

And even a very detailed; ‘100 reasons why Y/n should leave NJ’.

“Number 23, her personality is way too bitchy...” You accidentally mumble out, causing Hyein to snap her head towards you.

“What in the world are you reading unnie?!”

The commotion caused all the girls to look back at the two of you, watching as Hyein snatches your phone out of your grip.

She takes a few seconds to scroll through the thread, as her face becomes more and more sour.

“H-Hyein! Give it back-!”

The younger girl furiously taps on your phone and shuts it off before handing it to you.

“Wha- what did you do?”

“I reported them. Don’t worry about it unnie.”

“But-”

“What the hell are you guys up to?”

Minji, finally awoken from her nap, looks at the two of you with furrowed eyebrows.

“Some asshole was saying shit about Y/n unnie.”

“Woah! Language!”

“My reaction is nothing compared to what Hanni unnie would say if she saw it.”

“Why are you dragging me into this?!”

Minji, now more concerned by the maknae’s reactions, stared at you.

“EVERYONE I’M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE.”

Haerin’s (rare) loud voice clears the van.

“We’ll talk when we get home.”

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You quickly ran towards your bedroom, locking the door to avoid any contact. You shove your face into the bed letting out a loud groan.

‘I’m used to this. You’re used to this Y/n. This happened 4 years ago, it shouldn’t be that surprising for it to happen again...’

It was the same hate you received ever since you even joined Produce. It always happened, it always existed.

So why does it hurt so much this time?

Was it the comparing? Was it the comment about your skill? Maybe it was the way your members caught your brooding this time.

God, you hope they don’t know about the other times.

The nights you spent awake, wasting your mind reading disgusting comments from older videos. The holidays you spent crying alone at the dorm as you read yet another article about how you ‘mocked someone’. The hours you spent at the company, running your bones and muscles until you felt like ‘you deserved to be with them’.

You’re the most experienced one out of the whole group. You know how common negative comments are.

But it hurts so much more when you’re with the girls.

“Unnie?”

A knock causes you to shoot up from your crying session.

“Y-… Yup?! Yeah??”

You stumble towards the door, but before you could open the door, the full mirror next to your closet made you hesitate.

You teary face and clearly red eyes stopped you from opening the door.

“Um.. do you need something Dani?”

“Oh, yeah. The six of us are gonna have a movie night! Don’t you remember..?”

Shit. You forgot.

“I.. I’m sorry Dani. I think I have a cold. Don’t want you guys catching i-”

“A COLD?! Are you okay unnie!!? Do you need anything!?” Dani’s panic made you groan at your mistake.

After minutes of convincing her to join the others, you finally hear her shuffle away from the other side of the door.

You don’t wanna be seen like this. You’re the tough senior. You’re not the oldest, but the most experienced.

You deal with this alone. Not with others.

Why waste their energy anyways?

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It’s 3 a.m. when you wake up on the floor.

Your face is still wet from the tears. You ears rang uncomfortably and the mirror still shows a very puffy, tired version of you.

Wiping your face with your sleeves, you quietly make your way to the kitchen - praying that the girls finished their movie night, and all went to bed.

You quietly creak open the door and tiptoe towards the kitchen. But before you could get there, something catches your eye.

The TV screen still plays an old comedy movie - shining a bright light towards the pile in front of the couch.

The air mattress you bought a few weeks ago was on the floor and the girls were all lying on top of it. That’s what you expected, so it wasn’t a surprise.

The empty pillow between Minji and Hanni was the surprising part.

The six of you always had an order you guys laid in.

And you always slept between Minji and Hanni.

You froze and stared at the cold pillow. The sore throat you felt disappeared, replaced by a sudden warmth in your chest. The tears didn’t feel as heavy as they did when you stood besides the mirror.

Like a magnet, you unconsciously gravitated towards the small space. You slowly laid down, staring up into the dark ceiling as the ringing in your ears turned into soft snores all around you.

You could finally hear the laugh tracks coming from the TV, the whirring of the fridge, and the shuffling of sheets.

It wasn’t loud, but enough to calm your mind.

You’re here. You’re in their arms. You’re not a target on the internet, you’re not a ghost from a different group, and you’re certainly not some bitchy asshole as the world makes you out to be.

You’re a New Jeans member.

You’re an adored idol.

And you’re certainly a loved group mate.

Hanni’s unconscious gentle hold on your arm reminds you of that, once again.

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#requested #fanfic #new jeans #new jeans fic #new jeans x reader #newjeans x reader #kim minji x reader #minji x reader #pham hanni x reader #hanni x reader #danielle marsh x reader #danielle x reader #haerin x reader #kang haerin x reader #hyein x reader #lee hyein x reader #fluff

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taeiris · 10 months

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okay guys here’s my crazy unsupported st5 theory that is mostly just me projecting my need for madwheeler bonding and drama and angst also byler duh

disclaimers: i never make theories so this is extremely messy probably, i know jack dookie abt writing shows i think of this as my own little version of what i would think would be very cool to happen, if this has loop holes dont ask me anything bc idk either

OKAY LETS GET ON IT

so first things first here is what i am taking into consideration for the theory to happen:

• mike pov, self reflection and introspection (he is gay and in love with will byers okay)

• madwheeler bonding, theyre both complex n misunderstood

• the upside down isnt just one dimension, i came up with this bc of how different the ud looks now

compared to when henry arrived.

to me theres like an umbrella dimension (yellow one) and others under it (blue one/hawkins ud, the void, etc)

this is also lowkey supported by the silly boobie diagram the writers posted abt

OKAY PREPARE FOR THE WORD VOMIT

in this silly theory of mine, a new dimension variant of the ud will be revealed in season 5, serving as a parallel to the void. this is where max is

OKAY another thing is this is also heavily based on those “leaks” that were going around twitter (for me at least) earlier when the strike first started. i remember a few of them claiming that we would get a deeper insight into mike and his own things, so this is my interpretation

this would serve as another vanishing, not really bc its shorter, but this time mike will be getting stuck in this other dimension, eventually finding max BOOM madwheeler serve

i mean look at them. the potential is insane

ANYWAYS

this dimension is like a combo of all the other ones, picture it like the hawkins ud, with the void’s wet floor maybe

lets go back to the fact max is here, this is her coma nightmare, its like this purgatory dimension vecna put her soul in

in this dimension inhabit your ghosts

this overwhelming, haunting, tormenting realm in your mind where you are constantly confronting all your bad memories, maybe this is kind of how vecna keeps max under his grasp, no happy memories allowed

okay so, mike gets there. how? when? i dont fucking know this is honestly just word vomit fanfiction to me

at first hes confused, scared but mostly confused, picture him screaming for wills name (the parallels) at first it’s empty and eerily quiet, but as he accepts it, the ghosts start coming in.

he gets BOMBARDED with these bad memories, some of them he cant even remember because come on, bro is always neglecting his internalized feelings/monologue in fear of what they say about him

this is where we get his pov on the whole will and eleven situation, amongst other things (like the way he’s constantly stressed thinking about the safety of the people he loves)

for a moment we see him break, bc these ghosts are LOUD and MANY

but it stops

max is here, she’s like “MIKE?”

“MAX?”

shes been here for a fat minute, she knows how to handle these ghosts in fact shes been going thru them one by one ever since, because shes done hiding. and she suspects that the only way to get out is by confronting them.

max saves mike from his ghosts, explains that this place is seemingly a purgatory with levels of memories and ghosts to overcome

this is how we get our madwheeler bonding we so graciously need, as they are part of eachother ghosts since theyre so similar it makes the other mad

this is how our complex misunderstood characters are broken down, explained to the audience, while also discovering the mystery that is this new dimension where at the finish line they might just figure out how to defeat vecna.

because they will

after overcoming the ghosts they find the place that vecna didnt think they would reach as he was so sure they would break and collapse on their own madness

think of it as how el found the source in season 3

or how max found vecnas lair after running away in dear billy

except this place is vecnas actual mind, they can see hear and feel what vecna is thinking, his plans and everything

mike wonders how will feels being able to feel this all the time

will feels this all the time

will is always connected to this piece of vecnas mind, to this source

he can always hear vecna

until he suddenly hears max… and mike and theyre calling for help

theyve figured out key clues on how to defeat vecna, and they have an idea on how to get out. this is how will’s connection comes in handy

mind walkie-talkie

maybe thats what this theory should be called, idk

so thats how we get our byler confirmation, madwheeler bonding like never before, mike focus, and the key to defeat vecna

at least in my head

i know this was messy and all over the place but it was very fun to explain and drop all my thoughts ive been vomiting on the gc for months now

let me know what you think, what you would add, if theres anything you think will support this theory?

its all just a theory, for fun! pls keep that in mind

thank you if you’ve read this far🫶

#mind walkie-talkie gate #stranger things theory #st5 #st5 theory #st5 headcanon #stranger things 5 #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #max mayfield #madwheeler #will and the mind flayer #byler #< target audience #taeiris word vomiting theories #mind walkie-talkie

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justjasper · 5 months

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Creation of the Pan Flag

Copied (with grammar/spelling mistakes) from my twitter thread about it for posterity.

I was going to do this for Pride weekend but you know, life, so: I wanted to talk about a thing. I created the #pansexual flag, a thread.

Back in 2010, I was 20 and tumblr was my main social playground. I was active in various spheres, and I was learning.

I'd been IDing as bi since I was 13, but moved away from bi as an identifier and took up pansexual soon after discovering the term, bc I felt it fit better.

This is mainly bc the simplicity of pan being defined as attraction to any/all genders was extremely appealing to someone really coming into this new way of expressing their orientation like tumblr allowed. It felt right for how I wanted to relate to and express my orientation.

The bi communities I had access too often saw heavy discussion related to attraction parametres of "bi" - convos at the time I didn't really recognise for what they were: bi people working hard to define bisexuality on their terms, tackling intra-community transphobia, (cont)

(cont) and developing within a social space where more expansive gender experiences and identities were becomes more well known and understood.

My switch of labels was about finding something that felt truly right for me, but it would be dishonest to pretend the decision wasn't impacted by the politics and "discourse" I was involved in at the time.

There was no popular pan flag, and the offerings were frankly... ugly. To me. Various shades of purple, P letters, P symbols incorporating gender symbols, infinity symbols. They didn't feel consistent with the other pride flags.

So on a whim, I decided to design one. I designed it to be pretty, honestly. That was a primary function of it, to have s/t I liked to represent my identity. No point pretending I was trying to be super innovative and deep: I wanted something pretty to plaster on my blog.

Pink, yellow, blue. A strong magenta, a strong gold yellow, and a light cerulean. The pink not too purple, the yellow not too bright, the blue not too cyan. Hex FF1B8D, FFD900, 1BB2FF.

Pink and blue, because of their gendered traditions, and yellow, a generally non-gendered colour, to represent nonbinary folks etc.

I created it anonymously, on a side blog away from my main handle. I was already running LGBTLaughs which was proving very popular in tumblr and didn't want to monopolise queer blog space, I suppose.

I didn't expect it to take off. It proved popular on tumblr, and for a few years the flag kept getting added to the Wikipedia 'pansexual' page and then removed. Eventually it snowballed and ended up in use well beyond tumblr.

As I've got older I've realised a lot of people would be interested in knowing this part of modern queer history, and more about modern flag creation in general, and that it's worth documenting. Not for credit so much as for posterity.

So, that's that. The first time I saw a pansexual flag in real life at my city's Pride parade I may have had a little cry.

Twitter Drama

Best viewed on the original twitter thread, for the full documentation (I may update this with fuller documentation down the line) but here's a rundown of drama surrounding the flag.

First, to set the stage:

posted about designing the pan flag

said i was cool with bi/pan lesbians

said i was cool with kink at pride

Thus followed, in varying intensity 2020-2022:

misgendering

suicide bait

general harassment/pile-on

"called out" on r/pansexuals

blasted on sapphics for satan (fb)

now sworn enemy of of lesbian kpop avi twitter

claims the original pan flag was transphobic in meaning

multiple "new" pan flags designed to displace the one i designed

claims i stole the flag from a medieval indian kingdom, and subsequent vandalisation of wikipedia for the actual state of kerala

vandalisation of the wiki page for the pan flag, resulting in it having to be locked

#pan flag #pansexual #posted for posterity

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therobotmonster · 9 months

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So many kid's toys these days just. Arn't fun. They're designed to be COLLECTED rather than PLAYED with. Everything is a fucking blindbag. Materials are flimsy and cheap and designs don't hold up to an actual child throwing them around. And it's all so EXPENSIVE, even accounting for inflation.

To expand on my thoughts here, I'm unrolling a Twitter thread I made about this trend. (with some additions)

The Big H's handling of mainline figs is... distressing, of late. Very little push for show mains, oversupport of already saturated legacy characters, and some frankly unsettling engineering and materials choices (esp in Cyberverse).

Increase in overall fragility, thinner parts, styrene-on-styrene joints that will go floppy in a few months of light play, very little "clicks" or locks solidly... the passion is clearly in the collector's end, and that's just bass ackwards.

This repugnus would have been amazing triumph from Mego in 1970s. But for a mainline big H TF line in the 2020s? This is a backslide. And before anyone brings up that it's from the kids' line, that's the point. They're KIDS, they should get MORE care and effort in their merch.

Every toy you make might be a kid's only birthday gift or holiday present. Toys are /given/ to children, and if the work is subpar, you make a chump out of grandma. You won't be there to blame if it breaks or disappoints.

It seriously drives me nuts seeing how far the stuff-for-kids industries have fallen. There's no brands without the work, but as the poet DMX said: "these cats done forgot what work is."

All your blockbuster superhero empires start in the pulp gutters. Compared to the movies toys, games and comics will never be profitable ENOUGH to be worth it on a billion-dollar scale ledger.

"Give me mighty oaks! There's no profit in acorns!"

If you want the stuff that makes the Michael Bay blockbuster, you have to start with the stupid goofy cartoon no one had seen before where anxiety over the oil crisis was acted out by robotic Punch and Judy puppets. How many studios would greenlight TMNT or TF sight unseen today?

If you make toys and cartoons and video games, your job is to make kids happy. How is that not sacred? If anything is sacred it should be that.

Art is the act of evoking emotion, and fun is an emotion (what else could it be described as?) and it is SO IMPORTANT.

I fear that gets lost in the "what to do over next?" rush. Every artist at those companies has a dozen amazing ideas in their back pocket that won't get a chance to become the next Transformers because a studio is terrified they'll make Jayce and the Wheeled Warriors instead.

Since the world is run by Captain Planet villains, I wouldn't bat an eye if we found out venture capital was a ploy by some disgruntled warlock who just hates the goddamn Care Bears.

Just some dick at Bear Sterns singing "There's no room for joy on a spreadsheet" to a weaselly sidekick.

Cuz guys, we've got companies that make GAMES for CHILDREN hiring the Pinkertons. I repeat. Games. For. Children. That's not normal. That's not a normal thing. That is a very disturbing thing.

And its hard to even discuss without sounding like a frickin' Care Bear myself. Because how do you sum up the creeping dread that the support beams are being mined thin, and everything fun for kids will go the way of Toys-R-Us, dragged down like Artax.

I'm not advocating pure altruism here. There's plenty of money to be made giving kids an awesome experience. It's investing in future fandom. Real Brand loyalty. If you want the blockbuster 15 years from now, get them hooked on the fun cartoon now. The value-add always pays off.

For every Transformers or He-Man there's going to be several Robotix-es or Power Lords. That's a risk. A risk worth taking. New ideas should be easier and cheaper to bring to fruition now than ever. But the system won't let it happen.

#toy design #cut corners #enshittification #80s nostalgia #hasbro #transformers

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mysticalsoot · 10 months

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goodnight, my sweet.

A/N; this is gonna be the shittiest, quickest blurb of my life but I just got out of a long shift at work and I wanted to cry within an hour of being there (also I nearly fainted but tis fine!) I could've been patient and posted this tmw but nah! when inspiration strikes- yeah idk the rest

summary; reader comes home from a long day at work just to get some well deserved kisses and cuddles from wilbur!

tw// mentions of possibly fainting, lots of kissing, all of its wholesome kissing, lowercase intentional, not proofread, reader is autistic coded but when are they not

words; 1.7k

pairings; cc!wilbur x gn!reader

pronouns; none!

masterlist

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you weren't the best at asking for help or speaking up, you couldn't project your voice like you were always asked to and you went nonverbal more than you'd like to admit. all are traits others would deem negative, and honestly? they probably are. but in this moment you could care less, all you want to do is get home.

you've worked at this local coffee shop for a few months now and it's been great. its pretty calm and quiet, barely any bustling days. when it does get busy, it's pretty mild. maybe a few rushes here and there, nothing you can't handle.

yet, for some reason, today was the worst day. you didn't get a moments rest, people were lining up near the door. you blamed it on the new menu item but it could've been the holiday and your town being a tourist spot. it was hands down the busiest shift you'd have worked the entire time, and to top it all off-- you were near fainting most of it, as well as going nonverbal. you work the register. neither are very good things to have at any job but especially one that requires you to speak, process and stand.

regardless, you worked your shift and the moment your boss gave you the okay-- you were up and out of there. luckily your little cafe wasn't far from yours or wil's flat, maybe a fifteen minute walk. you pulled out your phone, scrolling through different notifications; Twitter, Tumblr, a few DMS but nothing you cared to answer or notice right away. the last thing from wil was a simple "have a good day at work, babe!" which wasn't a surprise, he also anticipated a long day at work. the boys working even more on the next EP, trying to make as many songs as they're comfortable with to counteract wilbur's perfectionism.

you pocket your phone, finding comfort in the small breeze in the air and the scent of the beach. the walk back home felt a lot quicker than usual, maybe it was your lack of perception or maybe you were just enough in tune with everything to make time to quicker. whatever it was, you didn't care either way.

you were most likely on autopilot and the way you didn't realize where you were until your hand was on the doorknob of your home, you figured that was the case. you slowly creaked the door open, trying to be minimal with what sounds you made as you shut and locked the door behind you. you undid your boots and took off your jacket, taking a moment to lean against the door before finding your composure and turning into your bedroom.

wilbur was there laying on the bed, phone in hand but the moment he laid eyes on you, his phone was on his nightstand and his arms were open wide for you, "hey, love-- how was work?" he asks softly as you slip into the bed, finding your way to lay on top of him. you slink your arms around him, nuzzling your head under your chin.

you groaned in response to his question and he chuckled, letting his hands fall to rest on your back. he drew soft circles with his fingers before moving to slip his hands under your shirt, resting them there. you sighed in content as you cuddled even closer, humming with a feeling of peace at finally being in his arms.

he let you lay like this for a good while, maybe 30 minutes, but he eventually knew he had to pry. otherwise you'd keep it locked up until the guilt of not telling him ate you alive.

"was work bad?" he placed soft kisses to your forehead, letting you lift your head and watched as you moved to straddle his hips, body still aching--but at least you could see his eyes.

"busy, mostly. tiring and- I just wanna sleep so bad." you groan softly as you move to lay back down, curling into the crook of his arm, your own arm draped across his stomach. you nuzzled your face into his side before muttering, "how was the studio?"

you yawn as you nuzzle closer to him, humming again as his hands rub up and down your back, "it was good. got a lot done.. looking at a release about two months down the line, at least we hope." he whispers softly between each kiss he places on your face and he moves to hover over you.

he smiles softly as your eyes slide shut and he begins to places kisses over your face before drawing down onto your jaw, "what are you doing, bee?" your voice is soft, almost like a purr as he kisses under your jaw and then under your chin.

"loving on my partner," he hums against your neck as he places a few kisses there, drawing back up to nip at your earlobe, earning a giggle from you--it always makes you giggle, and he knows that. he trails back down, kissing over your throat.

"why?" you question with a slight 'mm' following, your fingers finding purchase into the mop of frizzy curls on his head, sifting through them and playing with them.

"because.." he drawls out as he rests his hands on your sides, lips brushing over your collarbone, two kisses placed before he moves up to your shoulders, "you need a distraction. and my kisses are always the answer."

he shines a cocky grin to you before moving to pepper soft kisses on your upper arm, moving down onto your wrist and then your palm and fingertips. he's never skimpy with his kisses and now is no exception. he repeats the same pattern but on your other arm just a moment later.

"are they?" you smirk playfully, it isn't that much of a smirk, it's more like a small quirk of the lips but it's enough to get your point across. he moves to lift your shirt slightly, a line of kisses from your sternum down onto your belly. you feel him smirk against your stomach before he peppers kisses all over it, using his fingers to tickle at your sides. you curl over him, giggling and laughing, breathing out light no's and stop's, all through happy breaths.

"wiiiill!" you giggle through heavy breaths as he keeps kissing and tickling, his own smile wide and giggles of his own matching yours and slipping past his lips.

"what?" he quips, smirk evident as he lifts his head, fingers stopping their attack on your sides and lips no longer pressed on your belly.

"why'd you tickle me?" you ask with a playful pout and he crawls up and over you, pressing his forehead against yours as he rests his hands on either side of your head.

"do you feel better?" he asks softly, a gentle kiss to your nose placed the moment he finishes speaking.

"yes?" your tone is curious as you tilt your head to the side, your hands resting on his waist as he keeps himself above you.

"good." he smiles softly as he gently places his weight on you, his hand under your head in your hair, massaging at your scalp as they sift between strands of your hair.

"you didn't tell me why-" your tone is determined as you speak and your fingers play with his hair. he chuckles at your insistence as he shakes his head lightly, letting it fall to your shoulder.

"I did it to distract you, and it worked, did it not?" he asks almost rhetorically as he turns over onto his back, letting you lay on top of him. you yawn and begin to cuddle closer, nuzzling in the way you always do before you intend to sleep, "let's get you changed and then you can sleep, okay, baby?" he speaks softly, placing a kiss to your temple before helping you to sit up.

"do I have to?" you ask softly, getting up off the bed and walking over to the dresser. you're up before he is and he huffs at how quickly you moved, having wanted to do it for you. so he meets you over at the dresser, stopping your hands from reaching into thr drawers. you let out a dramatic whine as he points back at the bed with a soft glare of 'get back in bed'.

you made your way, begrudgingly, back to bed, settling for sitting on the edge as you watched him grab an old sweatshirt of his and some sleep pants you always found comfort in.

"yes, you have to get dressed," his response was a bit delayed but the sentiment still stood as he walked over to the bedside, and knelt before you.

"may I?" he asks softly as his fingers find purchase at the bottom hem of your shirt and you nod. he lifts the shirt up over your head and puts it aside, helping you put on the sweatshirt in place of it. he rests his hands on your sides for a moment afterward, and he places a soft kiss to your chin before helping you with your pants. the same routine of 'may I?' with a nod from you after.

once you're all changed he scoops you up and throws you both into the bed together, pulling the blankets up over you both as you settle in one another's arms.

wilbur pushes a few strands of hair out of your face before dropping his hand to rest on your cheek, smiling softly as he places a kiss to your forehead.

"sleep?"

"sleep." he answers with a kiss to your lips. its soft, sweet and short but it's nice after a very long day for you both.

"goodnight, bee." you mumble as you cuddle closer to him, humming to yourself as your arms wrap around him.

"goodnight, my sweet."

his hands run over your back as he continues to place kisses all over your face, he's slow and careful with each one as they become far and few between with every second. sleep begins to enrapture you both and before you're out, a final few mumbles of promises are whispered.

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random-sparks-98 · 3 months

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So, the Sunlit Gotham Sequel (TBN) is officially underway in terms of planning/writing. I'm hoping to start officially posting in March, giving me some time to get a good handful of chapters done ahead of time so I'm not dedicating all of my free time to writing a chapter a week while posting (again)

That being said, I'm gonna be having some Twitter Thread convos in the first chapter (and maybe some later chapters - idk on that one) but I am apparently struggling hard with coming up with usernames/handles for it (keep reading below the line if you're interested in helping out)

I need help with handles (and maybe comments) for people who are:

Pro-Wayne's

Anti-Wayne's (or jaded towards the Wayne's)

Highschoolers from Sky's old school who would have made memes about a random kid from their school getting adopted by Bruce AND random Gotham Academy kids who would also be tweeting about it

People who are Pro-Meta/Demigods

People who are Anti-Meta/Demigods

People who are jerks online and don't really respect the privacy of celebs (if you've read certain MiraculousXBatfam fics where social media goes wild about Marinette maybe being a Wayne then you know the vibe I'm looking for with these people)

And finally, people who don't like the above category of people and come to the defense of the Wayne's/Kent's/Richardson's

So I guess if anyone has any suggestions and/or would like a cameo in Sunlit Gotham feel free to comment on this post or message me!

ALSO MEMES!!!! I will definitely take any memes you think people in Gotham would be making with a New Vigilante, New Wayne Kids, Bruce and Selina being engaged, and the fact that Mythological Stuff is real

(Please keep in mind that I cannot guarantee every name/comment will be used as I'm not fully sure how the convos will turn out yet, but I'll make sure to credit everyone who helps out no matter what)

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They’re not allowed to read fanfic? Darn, I kind of assumed Rob found your Twitter handle from reading your fic since he didn’t seem to do anything else on twitter when he followed you

So it comes down to the basic idea of copyright. It’s not illegal or technically even banned, but since RCG are creators, writers, producers, etc. on Sunny and not just actors, it’s really a dicey area for them.

The copyright laws/legality of fanfiction is actually really interesting, there’s a long, messy modern history of fighting for the right to publish and protect fanfiction from studios and/or creators claiming copyright infringement. This use to be a huge issue where authors would send cease and desists to websites like Fanfiction.net to take down all fanfiction of their work. OTW (Ao3) kind of spearheaded the right for fanfiction to exist apart from what it's derived from. The T standing for Transformative argues that because fanworks ‘transform’ the content they are based off, they are exempt from copyright law, as long as there’s no profit. So we cannot find ourselves in legal trouble for publishing fanfiction. As long as it's transformative (aka you're not just republishing source material), it's new/original content.

So that means fanfiction kinda has its own protections in return. As long as you're not profiting off of your work, you have a right to claim that your fanfiction and the ideas that are new/original belong to you. Which means if there is ever any proof that a creator read your work and then a later episode (or sequel, book, etc.) reflected anything you wrote that was not already in the source material prior to that, it can get very messy, in that there may be grounds for you to claim they profited off of your work. So most creators (writers especially) avoid reading fan works.

You can see why for a show like Sunny they might be especially careful reading anything, since there’s so much you can do in that show. If RCG have an idea for something as simple as The Gang Goes Camping, for example, but they’ve previously seen or read a fan work that hit that plot they’d be pretty inclined to never make the episode.

The basic idea being that you don’t want to hinder what you can in good conscience, with no legal issues, write, so you avoid fanworks all together.

I'll give you an example based on what happened with Charlie: he was in public and surrounded by fans and one fan hands him his spec script, or plot idea for an episode. If he had read it, all of a sudden whatever was on that paper becomes a legally grey issue in the writers room. If they liked the plot idea or dialogue (or whatever was on that paper) and end up using something in an actual episode, what claim does the fan now have? Everyone at the event could potentially tell you that this fan contributed to the show, so it's best not to read it. Don't risk ruling out a plot line you may have wanted, don't risk accidentally stealing from a fan, don't risk the show ending up in a legal battle.

Also, first anon: I still don't know why or have any solid proof as to how Rob found my account, but at the time he followed me I did have a 5hr old Tweet with ~15k likes reposting one of his TikToks and calling him the cringiest person alive. I didn't tag him or name him, he didn't like it, or interact with it or any of the replies or literally any other Tweet that day, but I have to imagine he saw it and that's why he followed me. Degradation kink overrules everything else.

#ask #fanfiction #what about aus? :)#could my plot ever happen? not until they invent time machines..#nah its still an issue i think they'd avoid bc dialogue and other potential plots #dennis is circumcised bc the first ever fanfic was about him being uncut and they couldnt risk the infringement #i made that up tbc... there were no fanfic claims back then #that fic was and is real tho #imagine the first thing anyone writes about your show is about your dick anatomy #well thats on brand for them im sure rob had a blast finding that

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This was supposed to be some form of Therdeo Dane Lapileon Defense Thesis but my brain cannot pull off all the necessary research to do it justice.

So I guess let’s just brain dump all my thoughts and feelings?? About this manhwa?? (Spoilers for the story up to episode 63 on Webtoons and 66 on Naver Webtoons)

...this also gets FAR too long so cut is here for sanity’s sake. Tl;dr Theo Lapileon is a wounded puppy and I want him to be happy gdi

I need to preface the Theo content by saying that I adore Pereshati. I think she’s one of the more realistic heroines that I’ve read, in the sense that she’s plucky and determined but she damn well knows how the game is played. Every move she makes is plagued with doubt and uncertainty coz she’s only a minor noble, and one with an unbelievable story at that. (Resurrecting after being fed poisonous blood and getting thrown back in time is a stretch for anyone). But whenever she does decide to do something, she handles herself with the kind of poise you’d expect from a grown woman who knows how polite society works. It’s the kind of elegance and maturity that the novel’s Perry doesn’t have.

I wonder very much how seungu would have thrown Perry into Theo’s way if they had had full control of the adaptation because the first... 10? episodes or so reads very much like a typical isekai manhwa: she’s murdered, she awakes, and then immediately besieges Theo with a proposal, simply because he needs to marry someone to get the emperor/princess off his back. The Perry we see currently in the latest chapters would likely have done something smarter/more socially acceptable/conventional simply because imperial pressure or no, why the fuck would the grand duke entertain a minor noble they’ve never met before?

Granted, this is quite in line with Theo’s character in the first few episodes as well (which is lampshaded in a later chapter AND I LOVED IT) whose excuse for entertaining her absurd request/proposal is just “I got curious about the woman who kept bombarding us with messages”. The Theo we see later, who just burns letters from the Fourth Princess Dodolea without even thinking about it, would have hardly buckled under that kind of insistence.

This is all pure speculation of course because the artist, seungu, has no social media I could trace. The original novel’s writer, Han Yoonseol, has Twitter and various socmed that show an active writing career and interest in the MILAOWM webtoon. But the artist? Nothing, apart from their work. They’ve completed a previous series (Google translated to “New Year’s Taste”) but that also seems like an adaptation. I have no access to their thought process, rationale or any inkling of why certain decisions were made.

Whatever the case though, those decisions so far have me hooked. They’re making changes that reflect something more... realistic, with higher stakes and actual consequences for the actions of the characters. E.g. you can’t humiliate, much less threaten, members of the nobility at a public function in front of a crowd without some sort of retaliation. Theo in the novel actually threatens to kill a nobleman in cold blood in front of a gathered audience whereas Theo in the manhwa does this in private.

Well, I say threaten. In the manhwa, he has just a fraction of the dialogue Novel!Theo says. Just one or two lines before he snaps and is about to decapitate a mofo before being restrained by his guards. The bullying incident that precipitates this is also dealt with realistic actions and importantly, contains a reflection on Perry’s part about the power and privilege the Lapileons have in this universe. I don’t know if this foreshadows anything but my mind has gone as far as the dissolution of the empire/defection to an enemy kingdom (and the loss of their noble titles) by the end of the whole manhwa. Far-fetched? Maybe, but I have so much faith in seungu by now and so little idea of what they’re planning that I won’t be surprised.

Manhwa!Therdeo Lapileon is also extremely taciturn and poker-faced, to all the natural disadvantages this sort of personality entails. Everything we know about him is told in silent images, or expressions we explicitly don’t see. This is a man who believes in actions over words, who has no idea that open communication is a Thing and that doing stuff behind a person’s back without telling them can backfire at times (”I’m gonna have someone follow my wife’s ex-fiance around without telling her, and that got her kidnapped. SHIT.”) And all the backstory that’s been hinted at so far gives us very sad explanations how he turned out this way.

One could very justifiably argue that actually, the entire Lapileon family is a collection of sad iron woobies. Saoirse lost her husband and only son because of her own blood, Phineas is doing his level best to save his family but keeps seeing them die despite his medical expertise, Gloria probably had a HELL of a marriage to survive this long, and the poor children have had their own bouts of suffering and daddy issues. And of course there’s also Pereshati who’s been murdered about 3-4 times at this point, and lost a most beloved father to a stepmother she loved to the moon and back.

BUT. Theo.

If the housekeeper’s flashback in Episode 47 is anything to go by, and if I’m guessing right, Theo and Saoirse’s father (maybe grandfather? Unclear at this point but let’s go with father for now) was a nightmare of a man. Slaughtering servants for infractions was probably a regular threat in the Lapileon home, and judging from that flashback during the episodes when they first find Islette, so was torturing and testing his younger son’s limits. His survival in the family was due to his “usefulness”.

One can suspect that of the three siblings, Theo was the one with the softest heart. We have no idea what his older brother (Celphi’s dad) was like yet and Saoirse is a Lapileon to the core: toughened enough to do what is needed, hardened even further by tragedy. She’s also a mom, which is why harming Islette earned Gen a rightful and vicious stiletto-heels-to-the-face-ass kicking. It also gets Theo a reprimand: get his shit together or step down from the headship of the family.

(And I’m just. Saoirse, honey, I love and respect you immensely and to be stepped on by your footwear of choice would be my honour. But that’s your younger brother we’re talking about. And he’s been emotionally sucker punched in just about every aspect. He’s trying, okay?)

I’m just saying that when you’re a child, and abused to that degree, sympathy from the devil is still sympathy. Of course it echoes to the present day even as a full-grown, supposedly rational adult. Of course it’s going to fuck you up.

You were also probably raised to put family above all (witness Theo not trusting Perry with the full truth of Celphi’s condition until circumstances force his hand, Saoirse only fully warming up to her once it’s clear she loves Celphi without any ulterior motive, Gloria immediately expecting her to be wrong about the family blood being sold, only to be confounded by the awful truth that this stranger to the family was right). You’ve been operating on the full expectation that any Lapileon would follow that creed. How could they not? Their curse is too great a responsibility.

Then you’re forced to confront the devil who once gave you rare comfort as a child, and that devil bears your family name and blood. Not only does he spout the most heinous things you’ve never imagined, he also manages to hit you where it hurts: you have used your blood. You have used it for your own benefit. Are you truly no better than he is? Who are you to judge him?

(Never mind that the devil is a liar and is trying to save his own ass which is why Saoirse, who has a better understanding of her own identity and self-worth, doesn’t give him enough time to say anything - she just kicks the shit out of him)

Is it any wonder Theo hesitates to do anything harsher?

Everything he does implies a reluctance to inflict lethal force if it can be helped. Perry remarks on it when he first removes Schiff without killing him the day they got married. He doesn’t even draw his sword on the assassin at the parade, merely KICKING HIM INTO ORBIT subduing him long enough to be taken in by the guards. The only times he has killed someone in the story is Perry’s ex-fiance who had kidnapped and blackmailed her, and... well, Perry herself.

(Which again goes back to that weird early episode installment - how do you reconcile him feeding her his blood in such a cavalier manner with the gravity of his responsibility as head of the family to ensure their blood isn’t used exactly like that?

You give him a HUGEASS dose of remorse and guilt later on when Gen accuses him of also using the blood to his own advantage, and then have him offer a sincere apology to the woman he experimented on.)

He also very nearly murdered the father of the child who bullied his ward. But even that was prevented by Raymon, the guard. This is more speculation on my part but his personal guards - who are all loyal to him beyond a doubt - may have been instructed (by him?) to restrain Theo, maybe to make sure he doesn’t repeat the sins of his father who just murdered people as and when it suited him. I don’t know if seungu would even bring this up at some point but I’ll be thrilled if that is the case.

This abusive childhood is compounded by the trauma of war. Theo specifically is credited with just swooping in out of the blue and ending the conflict between the Castor Empire and the kingdom of Schwartz. His reaction to being hailed a hero is to show up covered in blood to report to the emperor, and then disappear back to the country without attending any ceremonies. It earns him the notorious reputation of being “the bloodthirsty war fiend”.

Judging from Episode 13, what he really earned was a lifelong diagnosis of PTSD and various other neuroses. “Fuck this noise, I’m going home” was a reasonable reaction from a man who has no care or time for polite society. I'd go a bit further to suggest he also didn’t want to hear his actions being lauded as heroic when all he experienced was violence and death (re: that line about him being glad his statue was destroyed, that it’d been a stain on his honour). Whatever he did was to satisfy the emperor who has some form of hold over him, and absolutely no respect for the Lapileons (every single reaction from any imperial family member, even creepy Dodolea, has been sneering condescension or reluctant compliments). So from that perspective, why the hell would he have stayed to schmooze at the castle?

There are no therapists in Castor clearly coz Theo does what most soft-hearted introverts do and represses the shit out of his trauma. Just... stuff it WAY down into the depths of his subconscious and never address it because what the fuck else would you expect him to do? Talk about his ~*~feelings~*~ in the Lapileon house where weakness is a death sentence? No, he bundles it all behind his iron mask and resigns himself to literal nightmares for the rest of his existence.

The timeline has yet to be properly established, but I'm guessing that he comes back from war only to find that his brother has died and sister-in-law has just upped and left. Which means baby Celphi is left in his care. I’m not sure why Saoirse wasn’t the one to adopt him, but I’m guessing since he’s the next in line to the grand dukedom, it ‘makes sense’ that Grand Duke Therdeo has to be in charge of him. (Saoirse not being able to become head of the family just because she’s a woman is another sticking point that I suspect will be key to resolving this entire mess) (how/when exactly he becomes Theo’s ward is subject to many theories since the timeline of the story hasn’t been actually clearly explained; a guess that a friend and I have settled on is perhaps at the time, securing Celphi’s place as a ‘spare heir’ after Saoirse, Saoirse’s son and Theo in the line of succession would have been a practical decision. Either that or, more plausibly, Theo saw Celphi in himself and just decided to adopt the boy. Which makes this next part even more tragic)

The image of Theo in a soldier’s uniform looking helplessly into the cradle, with baby Celphi reaching up to him, broke me when I first saw it. It explains every mistake Theo made in trying to raise him.

He was a soldier. What the hell would he know about raising children (even if the theory that he chose to adopt this boy is correct)? He loves this tiny child with every breath, and he’d do anything for Celphi - but most of what he knows is how to fight and die. How the fuck does that help?? Not only that, his only experience of fatherhood is the shadow of a man who abused him so severely. What is that supposed to teach a man about parenting?

Clearly not much, considering his very shocked reaction when Celphi ends up demanding what he was supposed to think when his guardian/uncle kept ignoring him all the time while he was growing up.

And the boy is correct. Theo has no answer. He fucked up (again), and he didn’t know he was fucking up so hard.

But my god, he keeps trying to make up for it. It’s awkward and uncomfortable, but Theo shows up every day to pick him up from school with Perry; he’s even glad Celphi yells at him about killing Perry because that means he’s not turning out to be Therdeo 2.0. Celphi is expressing feelings and opinions and even if they turn the boy against him, so be it - at least it’s coming out. It may be too late for Theo to learn how to express emotions but at least his ward won’t make the same mistakes.

Which is why IT HURTS SO MUCH IN EPISODE 63 TO SEE HIM SO CRESTFALLEN. After suggesting to Perry she stay away from the Lapileon house for a while, she says she will and the dialogue translates to:

“Thank you for your kind consideration.”

THERE ARE THREE - T H R E E - PANELS where his face/expression isn’t shown at all but you can ABSOLUTELY TELL HE’S 360 DEGREES OF ANGUISHED.

This woman - this beacon of hope that he’s come to have feelings for (all the subtle blushing and unseen pining looks have been sprinkled very well throughout the chapters so far) - has just had to go through the ordeal of a trial (along with months of preparation before that) where she had to send her stepmother to 35 years of hard labour, among other things, for the murder of her father. She's just had to reconcile the mother she knew with the killer sitting in the dock, and the cries of a stepsister she once loved. And all this with the knowledge that it's the Lapileons’ blood that ultimately killed her father. There’s a stray thought that poisonous blood or no, her stepmother would have found some way to kill her dad.

But it doesn’t change how it was their blood - his blood - that killed Count Zahardt. It is Lapileon blood that has tortured Perry, the woman responsible for bringing out the best in his adopted son, discovering little Islette and bringing warmth back to this frozen wasteland of a household (to paraphrase Daniel Molton who is a treat of a character, I love him so much).

Yes, he's essentially thrown his immense resources into legal recourse, released her from their obligatory contract, and offered her help in being independent and free from them. He's done many, many things to try and make her current situation comfortable.

Yet the fact remains that she basically rescued so many parts of his life, and he inadvertently destroyed hers. Nothing he does will bring her father back.

Yet she won’t curse him or his family, won’t demand any form of recompense, won’t even give him the cold shoulder, despite everything in her that says she should. Her line “leave me be so I can resent you” is so good and so sad and my HEART disintegrated.

The most ironic thing is that Theo would’ve probably understood that reaction better. The justified reaction would have been to storm and rage at him. He knows what to do with anger.

Instead, she said thank you for your kind consideration.

And he can’t say anything to that as she walks away.

HIS LIFE HAS BEEN AND IS FUCKING SAD. AND IT’S GOING TO GET WORSE.

Episode 64 is already up on Naver and Dodolea is about to do a NUMBER on his ALREADY VERY FRAGILE PSYCHE. What she calls love - and what some of us may have suspected as straightforward obsession for his attentions - is seeming more and more like a love of torturing him, and watching him squirm.

He has to sit for a portrait in the palace (emperor’s orders probably because he just wants to jerk Theo’s chain around), and cannot escape when she comes into the room to sit and watch. There’s no good reason for him to leave, so he just has to grit his teeth and bear it.

And she laughs at his discomfort. She laughs and calls it “cute”.

The rage and fear in his face when she does so is alarming from someone whose poker face is usually immaculate. It sucks so much strength/spirit from him that it alarms Daniel who greets him at the house. I have a feeling that he’s about to just shatter into pieces since Episode 66′s thumbnail has him turned away, lying on a pillow. And then I will shatter, coz this dude CANNOT catch a break.

At some point, I came to the conclusion that Theo was soft-hearted and I cannot tell you when exactly that was. It's testament to how seungu weaves in his quiet charm throughout the chapters so we can see why Perry might possibly fall for him apart from his handsome face (even if at this point, that is the FURTHEST thing from her mind). There are huge things of course like rescuing her from her kidnapping and financing her legal battles.

But the little warm things speak volumes: learning how to dance so he could accompany her to a ball, saying yes immediately when she suggests maybe he could just reply to people, telling the servants to make her special tea when he found out she also had trouble sleeping, bringing a hot water pack(?) to ease her cramps, rushing back for her auction, squeezing her hand as he helps her into the carriage because that’s all he can do after the trial. (seungu did you also watch Pride and Prejudice (2005)? Did you see the hand flex scene and immediately decide to use this? Inquiring minds must know. Also inquiring minds screamed when they first saw that scene becausE HAND TOUCHES ARE GOLD BULLION IN SLOW BURNS) And just his face (?? back of his head?? seungu never gives us any idea what he looks like when he’s in ‘oops fell in love AGAIN’ mode)

BUT SOMEHOW YOU CAN JUST TELL:

They all tell the story of a broken man who has made so many mistakes, but he can be kind and attentive, and tries hard to do what’s right (even if it takes him awhile to figure out what’s right, coz again: he’s Fucked Up). He’s also a socially awkward dork who ignores people at parties coz he doesn't know how to behave as expected. And resembles a really sad puppy when he disappoints Perry.

I could speculate a lot more on what/who the fuck Dodolea actually is and how she’s related to the Lapileon’s curse, but I also know this manhwa has steered some distance away from the webnovel. So I cannot really tell if the plot lines will be similar.

I’ll probably be back after the plot progresses further so I can scream some more. I’ve been shrieking on Twitter but that site is subject to a hungry ghost’s whims and I can’t hide spoilers/rambling behind cuts there. So here it will have to be.

Hang in there, your grace.

#theo lapileon #pereshati jahardt #is this character analysis? plot analysis? the ramblings of a diseased mind??#ALL THREE?#episode 63 sent me into the stratosphere #which is why you get this disorganised tangled mess of word vomit #my in laws are obsessed with me #my in-laws are obsessed with me #MILAOWM #apparently it should have been Theodore Lapileon and Princess Dahlia??#that makes way more sense #OH WELL dodolea is funnier anyway LMAO

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coffeebrownn · 10 months

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i might recompile my winterfield headcanons that i've written in twitter but here's a new one (food edition(??)):

ethan is pescatarian, before re7 he eats chicken but never other types of meat, chris manages to reintroduce him to eat chicken again for his military training but ethan became sick.

because of ethan's new diet, ethan went in and tried different types of fish for variety, but at the end he sticks to his favorite week night fish meat is the typical salmon or tilapia, for him grouper fish is the best for soup meals

ethan does't eat raw sashimi or any raw meat due to re7 incident.

ethan doesn't like shellfish too much due to the texture, some are okay like abalone.

chris prefer seasoning that punch your taste buds, something very strong like Garam Masala, Cajun, Shacha sauce (Chinese BBQ), while ethan preferences is pretty mild, so around the circle of Herbes de Provence.

i'm not saying that ethan can't handle the spices or the heat, he just prefer simpler taste and the natural taste of the main ingredient (salmon, etc).

acidity for food, like lemon and vinegar are exceptions, ethan describes it "brings the whole dish back alive!"

from my previous headcanon, i've mentioned how chris is very big into safety (guns, cars, etc), this includes him being cautious with picking meat suppliers and checking labels on where they got their meat from ((again, it's because of the RPD incident, even though he is not there to experience it singlehandedly, he saw his close ones living in that situation, same thing with his parents dying due to a car incident)) it's more so long term over short term, sure he'll try an exotic meat like squirrel/snake from a trusted restaurant/supplier but he's not going to eat that meat everyday

chris' priority isn't about enviromental sustainability (sadly), really just for health wise for him and his close ones (IF they ask, ethan and rebecca agreed, claire doesn't care, jill and leon is indifferent with these sets of informations)

as for chris, he eats whatever meat, he prefers lean meat due to his training, so chicken is very important for him. other meat such as beef and pork is more so a treat for chris. he WILL try exotic meat.

but again, I think both are okay eating the same meal over and over again, and genuinely not picky, Chris doesn't pay too much attention if the meal that he'd ate is the same with the previous meal, he only cares of it's healthy or not (claire and him grew up eating leftovers after leftovers, claire sometimes complained about it). Ethan has a different reason, i think of him to have phases cater around his interest and that phases last in 6-8 month or so.

most of the main dish were picked by ethan, most of the time it's made using dutch oven, so something along the lines of cassrole or stews were often dinner meals for them. with a side of light salad or carbs like stale bread.

Chris isn't the "health police", he's really just a very cautious man. OHH the irony since he smokes the most in the group.

He still sneaks in some chocolate and sweet treats too.. ethan finds it adorable to see that chris is a sweet tooth like him 😭 soemtimes ethan will ask chris if they can get ice cream and you can see the man struggling to say no 🥺

chris sometimes substitue his cigarette with licorice lozenges. he doesn't like patches, but he will take one if he's in a very long flight.

chris HAS to sleep in plane flights, if not he'll grew restless due to him not smoking. he'll wake up to eat or take a piss and that's it.

#headcanon #winterfield #ethan winters #chris redfield #text #ramble #re #resident evil #rebhfun #re8 #re7

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reides · 3 months

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as you probably know, the most recent pokemon games feature pretty significant pokedex cuts due to the sheer magnitude of pokemon that are now available to us. this means that some pokemon are simply not featured in certain mainline games, which adds a unique element to a lot of pokemon's ribbon master journeys. re: my experience with reides, working around unobtainable ribbons wasn't exactly a new experience - after all, there were no available shadow horseas/seadras/kingdras in pokemon colosseum or pokemon xd, so i knew that my kingdra wouldn't be able to get the national ribbon (granted to purified shadow pokemon) - but it still was something i had to consider and plot out carefully as i brought him up towards the more recent generations. for example, reides was unable to get the hisui ribbon (granted for taking a photo with your pokemon in the region's photo studio), as the horsea line was not featured in legends arceus... and, for a long time, i figured that he wouldn't be able to get any of the ribbons (and marks!) featured in scarlet and violet.

but then... the dlc happened. the glorious, glorious dlc.

the horsea line was re-introduced into the pokedex when indigo disk - the second batch of dlc for scarlet and violet - dropped. needless to say, i was EXTREMELY hype about this. in my previous post, i mentioned not being sure if reides would be able to join me in this current generation of pokemon. i wondered if i'd have to brave the long, long queues of pokemon shield in order to get the master rank ribbon on him and make him a true ribbon master... but fortune smiled down on me, and reides was miraculously granted access to generation 9 of the pokemon games.

before i get into reides' journey through paldea, kitakami and unova, here's a quick reminder you can find each part of reides' ribbon master journey here on my personal website, or here in my ribbon master tag on this tumblr! it spans from my childhood copy of emerald version to my... uh... adulthood (lmao) copy of scarlet version... so it's quite the sizeable read! to everyone who's stuck by me for this whole challenge and expressed support for my lovely kingdra: thank you so much! and for anyone new to the reides saga: welcome, and i hope you enjoy my posts about him!

with that handled... it's time to cover a brand new generation of ribbons and marks!

as a big pokemon fan, i tend to play new games and dlc the very moment that i can. in the current era of #gaming, that means obsessively checking for game updates on the night of dlc releases. as i mashed that + button on my pro controller to check for updates to my copy of scarlet, i felt especially nervous. thanks to people being mischievous and sneaking alleged leaks around on twitter, i knew that the horsea line was supposedly being introduced into the game... but i'm extremely skeptical by nature. (can you believe that some people go on the internet and lie?!?!) i didn't want to believe that reides' ribbon master journey would continue until i saw a little horsea (or seadra... or kingdra...) swimming around in a digital body of water myself. once my game finally updated, i sprinted over to blueberry academy as SOON as i could and began running around the terarium in search of a horsea. i found one swimming around in a lake almost immediately.

when i tell y'all... the scream i scrumpt... LMFAO. joking aside, it felt like i could finally breathe again. i was SO READY to plop reides into my file and get right to grabbing the ribbons and marks that were added for gen9. unfortunately, gamefreak had other plans for me, and pokemon home was under maintenance. after falling dramatically to my knees, i busied myself with getting the rest of my team for the dlc ready. this included grinding out the necessary bp to unlock wild starters in the terarium, then embarking on a shiny hunt for my fav starter pokemon of all time - totodile! after hours and hours of looking around, i managed to catch one successfully in a love ball and named him barge. along with the rest of my indigo disk team, barge would go on to be close friends with reides. anyway, after a lengthy maintenance, pokemon home was eventually ready to go. i leapt right in, retrieving reides and plopping him into my party. i'm a huge fan of the updated pokemon models in scarlet, so i was hype to see the one that they gave shiny kingdra. i was NOT disappointed in the slightest!

LOOK AT HOW GORGEOUS HE IS. the tiny scale details... the glossy shine... my god. as much as i liked the sleekness of the models in gen8, i like the more realistic ones that gen9 introduced a whole lot more. the devs did a phenomenal job; kingdra looks absolutely majestic. with my full indigo disk team now present in my copy of scarlet, i had to take a group shot and treat everyone to a sandwich!

reides met five new pals: bane the weezing, grunge the krookodile, bento the snorlax, axe the haxorus, and, of course, barge the feraligatr! i shiny hunted for all of them myself, as i really enjoyed doing the same for my kitakami team during my teal mask playthrough.

i wasn't quite ready to take on the indigo disk plotline, though. my first order of business was grabbing a ribbon for reides - namely, the paldea champion ribbon! i hopped on a plane and flew back to paldea, signing up for a spot in the academy ace tournament.

i really love the vibes of the academy ace tournament; everyone is so passionate about the battles, and the music is an absolute JAM. i was especially happy about reides' first experience as a competitor in it, too, because my fav character in the game just-so-happened to show up for it!

that's right: arven - the man, the myth, the legend - challenged me and reides to a battle.

shoutout to him holding his pokeball upside down. just one more reason as to why he's truly one of the best pokemon characters. (btw, as happy was i was to see arven, i always feel so bad to fight his mabosstiff. that's my FRIEND!!!!!!)

anyway, after sweeping his way through everyone in the academy ace tournament, reides was granted the paldea champion ribbon for his efforts.

after nabbing that ribbon, i decided that i should really get a move on with the indigo disk's actual plot, as i wanted to avoid spoilers and also REALLY wanted to know what happened next in the plot. i was pretty invested in the hooks that teal mask introduced and was especially worried about kieran. (just why did teal mask's plot force us to lie to that poor kid, btw?! just thinking about it gets me so annoyed. i'd go through an 'evil' arc too if i was in his shoes, i'll tell you that.) even though it's not really relevant to reides' ribbon master quest, i figured i'd share some photos of his storyline adventure, too.

(btw, i'm writing this post in feb 2024, which means that indigo disk has been Around for around 2 months and thus the spoiler embargo is pretty much lifted - but, still: be warned that there are some spoilers for indigo disk beyond this point!)

the battles in indigo disk ended up being pretty tough; i was glad that i put time aside to train up my team properly. we managed to take on the blueberry elite four and kieran and ultimately Prevailed - even if the battles were quite close, at times! i was kinda sad that there was no ribbon associated with beating all of them - it would've been nice to finally get some form of an unovan ribbon on my ribbon master - and i was also pretty shocked that the dlc didn't introduce a battle tower. regardless, even if reides didn't get a ribbon for his performance in the battles, it was still awesome to include him in them, and i had a whole lot of fun.

i also brought reides along for the Shenanigans following the blueberry academy plotline.

luckily for me, briar, carmine and kieran were chill with waiting in the underdepths of area zero while i took reides on a bit of a photoshoot. it was just so pretty down there!! how could i resist!!

anyway, silly little wanderings aside, it was really cool to have reides involved in the big showdown against terapagos. i was especially happy when kieran snapped out of his funk and i got to battle alongside him. his hydrapple even used dragon cheer, powering reides up during the battle. it made the whole experience feel all the more significant.

with everything all sorted out, i ended up being really happy with the indigo disk's overall plot. i definitely liked it a lot more than teal mask's narrative and was really pleased that we could become proper friends with kieran once more. (i still wish that we could've apologized for lying to him, though.)

now that i was safe from indigo disk spoilers and emboldened with love for pokemon as a whole, i decided to pick up my ribbon-collecting in earnest once more... though the next ribbon on my list was not actually a ribbon. it was a mark! introduced in gen8, marks are basically the same as ribbons. i think of them as little stickers on pokemon, haha. the first one that i set my sights on was the gourmand mark, which has a chance of being randomly given to your pokemon after eating a meal with them! these meals can be the store-bought ones or the ones that you make yourself via the picnic system.

frankly, i have no idea WHEN reides got this mark, as i went sort of crazy with buying lots of different meals. (i really like the food art in this game, okay!!) it definitely didn't take long for one of these meals to really strike his fancy, though. he got the gourmand mark very quickly and also got the title 'reides the gourmet' along with it!

i then decided that i'd try to get the other two marks on reides in one fell swoop. the first of these marks was the itemfinder mark, which your pokemon has a chance of getting when they pick up an item in the overworld. to get this mark, you have to make use of the let's go feature, which allows your pokemon to walk alongside you. the second of these marks was the partner mark, which... can be quite the ordeal. your pokemon basically has a 1/100 chance to get this mark with every 10k steps that you take. additionally, your pokemon also has to be friendly towards you in order for them to have a chance at getting this mark. since both of these marks rely on random chance, i knew that i could get really unlucky and end up going off on one hell of a grind for them... but i decided to just take it one step at a time. instead of focusing on getting the marks to trigger, i wanted to wander around and enjoy the sights around the various regions of the game. after all, i was lucky to even HAVE reides in this generation - and these marks gave me the perfect excuse to take lots of photos with him, too!

i was especially happy to take some photos of him with aske, my shiny gallade who joined me for my teal mask journey. as you guys know, reides the kingdra is named after a character that i play in a dnd campaign. similarly, aske is named after another character in that campaign; he's reides' boyfriend!

i also enjoyed roaming around *as* reides while using the new synchro machine, too! i'm not sure if items that you pick up count towards the itemfinder mark in this mode, but i'd like to think that they do.

thanks to my casual approach to getting these marks, i actually have no idea how long they took for me to get on reides. one day, i just happened to check and they were BOTH there, so i guess the 'grind' truly ended up being completely painless. in the following screenshot, i'm hovering over the partner mark, but you can see the itemfinder one at the end of the row above it, too.

with the marks now handled, i had one more ribbon to get on reides before he could become a true ribbon master. this ribbon was the one that i was the most nervous about by FAR. the master rank ribbon is granted to your pokemon once you emerge victorious in one (1) online battle against another player... but the catch here is that the battle has to be in the master rank. for me, it meant climbing from the beginner rank all the way up there.

naturally, i procrastinated with this ribbon a whole lot. i took reides along for the (amazing) epilogue when it dropped in january, taking more pictures with him and making more memories... all the while wondering just when i'd get around to tackling the Final Ribbon.

as it turns out, i didn't actually end up procrastinating on it all that long. my friend cody visited me a few days after the epilogue dropped, and my other friend blee stayed over at my house for his visit, too. both of them knew about reides the kingdra and we decided that we'd tackle operation: final ribbon acquisition together, with blee spearheading it as someone very well-versed in vgc. over the course of a few days, we managed to get up to master rank - running into a bunch of really interesting teams and occurences during the climb of legend. (special shoutout to a dedenne who kept trying to spam nuzzle on pokemon who were completely immune to it, but who successfully spread the glory of Cheek Pouch via entrainment onto us all.) i learnt a truly crazy amount of stuff about the competitive world of pokemon and really enjoyed all of the different rental teams that we tried out.

upon arriving in the master ball tier, we had to switch gears, though, as we couldn't use rental teams anymore and, instead, had to build one from scratch so that reides could be included in it. i ended up building this portland regional finals team as per blee's recommendation, though we swapped out raging bolt for reides, himself. since it was my own team and not a rental one, we gave nicknames to each team member.

my entei is one that i got in an event years and years ago (they're shiny and in a cherish ball), so i couldn't nickname them... but just know that they are 'flamberge' in spirit. o7 reides also got an electric tera type (and tera blast as part of his moveset) for fun, as his namesake is associated with storms.

it was a lot of fun making this team!!! the very specific ev-spreads that some of the pokemon required gave me a newfound appreciation for all of the feathers that i happened to pick up while wandering the terarium... not to mention all of the mochi that i collected while oustin' ogres in kitakami.

once the team was all built, it was time to get the final W in order to secure the ribbon at long last. we could all breathe a whole lot easier, as when you rank up to another ball tier, you can't "demote" to a lower one - so falling back into the ultra ball tier wasn't a concern. victory didn't evade us for long, either!

after a REALLY fun battle against someone named alex, operation: final ribbon was finally complete.

reides - along with the rest of the team who helped clutch out the victory - got the much-coveted master rank ribbon.

upon getting this ribbon, it finally happened.

reides the kingdra officially became a ribbon master.

a journey that began back in october 2023 finally came to a close. with his 91 total ribbons (since his two golden memory ribbons have 48 ribbons in total within them), reides now has each and every single ribbon that he can possibly attain from his origin game of emerald version to the current pokemon generation.

i'm sure that all of my posts speak for themselves in terms of the sheer amount of effort that i put into this challenge. there were many times that i thought i hit a "roadblock," be it in the form of a gruelling grind or worries over not being able to access something due to hardware restrictions. in the end, however, reides was able to rise above all of the challenges. i got sooo much help and support from friends over the course of this whole challenge, so i have to give a BIG shoutout to every single one of y'all! and, of course, i have to extend thanks to all of the people who posted about their ribbon mastery experiences online, as i definitely couldn't have guided reides to this point without them. i'm hoping that the posts that i made about reides' journey can serve as a guide of sorts to anyone who wants to pick up the challenge for their pokemon, too!

at any rate, reides is my very first ribbon master and i definitely plan on keeping his ribbon collection up-to-date in future generations of pokemon. i say it time and time again, but the ribbon master challenge is amazing because it gets you interacting with aspects of the pokemon games that you may have never even thought of trying out. you form a true emotional bond with your pokemon, and it's just... so very fantastic. you make so many memories!!! so while there might not be an update to the reides saga until those generations are out and about, i'm already excited to keep on hunting for ribbons and am hoping that the horsea line is included in every single game going forward! because, quite frankly... it's what reides deserves. >:)

before i Sign Off on this post, however, i wanted to share something i bought to celebrate reides; namely, a custom shiny kingdra diorama from nerdidecor on etsy.

ISN'T IT SO CUTE!!!!! i put it right on my desk next to my pc so that i can always have a little reminder of my amazing ribbon master with me. i'm hoping to get more shiny kingdra stuff in the future, too!

either way, thank you all so much again for keeping up with me and my beloved kingdra! i'm already looking forward to being able to write up another one of these posts in the future! until then, reides is definitely going to enjoy a nice vacation from ribbon hunting. rest assured that i will be taking the very best care of him!!! :D

#ribbon master #jamietxt #pokemon #reides the kingdra

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About the new Emily Wilson translation of the Iliad. These are the opening lines which lots of people seem to hate:

These are fine. Absolutely fine. I like the use of the word 'cataclysmic'. It's not as revolutionary as the 'complicated man' from her Odyssey -- really good choice of word, by the way. But it's still very good.

I don't understand the hate. You can dislike it -- that's also absolutely fine. But the hate... I don't get it.

You can dislike a work for being mediocre. Like some Greek mythology retellings. You can criticise them for how they handle their source material or subject matter. You can be especially critical if they really subvert it and turn it into something that it's not. But hate?

Did they fucking write Nazi propaganda? Did they write it in order to incite violence and crimes and hate against humanity? Did they literally write "go and kill people" or something?

Hate is a very strong emotion, folks. It should be reserved for really not-okay things. Things can be bad, can be mediocre, can be just about fine. But a translation you dislike? A retelling that's a bit poor? You HATE it? Really?

Ultimately, you can do what you want. You can do like that guy from the Textkit post and cancel your pre-order. You can go on Twitter and indulge in anonymous hatred. (I'm so glad I don't really use it, I nearly missed this. Nearly.) You can do what you want.

That's literally my policy here, have you noticed? I reblog almost anything Classics related. Literature. Worship. Retellings. Art. Videogames. Anything. You know why? Because I believe that anyone should have the right to engage with Classics however they please insofar as they don't hurt anyone. That's the only big, bold disclaimer. That is why, on this blog, you don't find fucking Nazi propaganda camouflaged as engagement with Classics. Everything else is pretty much fine. Even Patrochilles. Even Agamemnon. Even Theseus -- that is a tough one, but I try to keep an open mind. I tend to draw the line at Hades and Persephone -- it is very clear what he does to her in the story, and I'm not condoning it, or anyone who tries to minimise it. See, that's a thing that is really deserving of hate. But otherwise, if it's a thing that doesn't hurt anyone, then it's pretty much game.

You can read things and engage with them and use your critical thinking and sort them into good or bad or it's complicated etc. Like I said, you can do what you want. But hate... Be very careful with hate. I mean, you can say it in jest, like "I hate Mondays". That's fine. But "I hate this", or "I hate that"? Maybe think about it for a second. Maybe think, WHY do I hate it, or WHAT do I hate about it and WHY? Try to use some perspective.

That's all I have to say on this matter.

#lone-rhapsodist #classics #tagamemnon #iliad #odyssey #emily wilson #translation #greek mythology #retellings #hate

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Please don’t feel obligated to reply because this might be a touchy issue, but i see on one of your posts that you hate Hacker News. I just discovered HN a few months ago and have been enjoying it, but as a fellow trans person i’m curious if they’ve been transphobic or the like (based on the context of your comment) and if i should stay away

OKAY SO here's thing thing: as a reader, HN is... fine. They're not great. They have a history of sexism in what posts get boosted and a history of various shades of transphobia in the comments, but that's not particularly unusual as far as internet forums go. Reddit is much the same, for example.

My problems with HN are related to getting posted there. The way the site works when you're reading it and when you're getting posted there are very different. More explanation under the readmore since this got long. (warning: some talk of transphobia and doxxing)

The site is not avoidable. Back when I was still on twitter, getting posted on HN meant your notifications were useless for a week, because they are scraped by endless bots trying to farm for likes and reblogs, and every single one of them ends up tagging you. And even now when I'm off twitter, getting posted there means you still get informed that you've been posted there, by well-meaning people who know you hate it, or are just innocently commentating on how it's neat to see you on HN. Or hey, in the latest iteration, you find out because your askbox is now full of slurs (and not just the ones you'd expect!). Basically, it is impossible to be submitted to HN and not know about it.

And then it gets worse because it's now a known fact that I don't like being on HN. Meaning every time I AM on HN, it turns into a big debate in the comments about why I don't like HN, why I post the way I do, and people arguing with the explanation of my opinion. I'm not even there, and people are mad at the phantom of me for not doing things in the way they like.

Because how I post is part of what they always get mad at me about. I have severe ADHD: This is a well known fact about me, I post about it a lot. It means that I used to post on twitter a lot, because twitter was (at the time) one of the only sites I could post on at all: The way it makes you chop up your line of thinking into small chunks, each of which is small enough that I can focus on it. I've since managed to handle tumblr-posting, and I occasionally post on mastodon now, but for most of the time that I was posted on HN, I was posting this way, only on twitter, in long threads where I don't think much ahead or do editing/revisions BECAUSE I CAN'T.

And here's the thing about people who prefer more "traditional" geek news sites like HN: A lot of them are there because they hate the bite-size nature of sites like twitter and tiktok. And they are Not Happy with people submitting twitter threads to HN: They hate that kind of formatting of content, and announce that fact, loudly.

And then people in the comments point out that I have ADHD and can't post in the style they'd prefer (long well-edited blog posts), and then it turns into an argument there, often with people happily brining up their opinions on whether ADHD is "real" or things like that. Again, I'm getting argued about without being there to defend myself.

And this is where it gets transphobic, through the indirect route of sexism: Someone says something innocent but vaguely dickish like "well he should just hire someone to rewrite all his twitter posts as blog posts!" (like they think I am doing this as a job and can afford to pay an editor, rather than just some weirdo who rants because that's what they do). They assume I'm a man, because most of the people who get posted on HN (and especially the ones who get upvoted) are. They just assume everyone without an Obviously Female Name and a profile picture that's a photo of a smiling woman is male, and honestly they're probably right most of the time, because that's just how the gender balance on HN ends up working.

And then someone points out I use they/them pronouns, and it just goes to shit. You get people yelling that it's not their job to figure out the pronouns of everyone they're talking about, like it's a perfectly normal thing to just assume everyone is male, you get people arguing about how "he" used to be the gender neutral pronoun, you get people arguing that singular-they is ungrammatical, you get people taking offense at the very idea of they/them pronouns because "you can't force everyone to follow your religion" (as apparently either trans or non-binary is a religion now (well, I am a pope)), and then a bunch of "[post flagged]" and you can only speculate about how bad THOSE posts were, if so much other transphobia is still sitting in the comments, untouched by the supposed moderators who are supposed to delete it.

You get people calling you mentally ill, and then getting in arguments about how they mean YOU SPECIFICALLY for the crime of "wanting to not be posted on HN", and not all trans people. Because apparently the HN rules are fine with you saying "this specific trans person is mentally ill and should be locked up" as long as you don't imply that your statements also apply to trans people in general.

And then you get hate in your contact forms for days because people realize you're not active on the HN comments and need to bring the "fight" to you directly.

And frankly, this whole mess is made worse by the site's userbase treating it as a joke or something easily fixable. Like, aside from making my pronouns "obvious" (I'm not sure how, exactly? it's already in all my profiles) which wouldn't help, they want me to just move to a different site, one where I can easily block incoming links by their referrer? They always point to JWZ's blog as an example of this, but he's hosting his posts on his own site. He fundamentally is doing something very different than I am, and I really shouldn't have to CHANGE WHAT SOCIAL MEDIA PLATFORMS I USE just because they're being a butt.

And treating it like a joke? oy vey! I once posted a rant on tumblr about WHY EXACTLY I don't like getting posted on HN, and guess what happened next? SOMEONE POSTED THAT THREAD ON HN.

They also have a history of getting mad at me for not wanting to be posted on HN, like it's prima-dona behavior or "egotistical". Like I should be just happy that my stuff got posted there, something that has only ever brought negative attention. I think maybe they assume I'm doing this as a job, and every time they link to my stuff, I make a bunch of money? That's not the case. I don't make any money from them. I don't have ads. This isn't my job. (Fun fact: I know at least one person who has their blog set up to show ads only when HN links to their content, and not otherwise)

I really don't know why they think it's egotistical of me to not want to get harassed, dismissed, and spammed by their site and their users. It's almost like they think it's me posting my content on HN myself, which I would never do because it doesn't aid me in any way. If I was making content for them, I would make sure it gets posted there. I'm not, so I don't. I post for the sites I post on. I could blog in a way they'd like and then post it to HN if I wanted to. I don't. I choose to tweet (in the past) or post on tumblr or post on mastodon, because I'm posting for those specific communities.

And the thing about it is that all these points are, to some extent, obvious. And people know them. Maybe not the people posting the most unthinking takes on HN, but others will point them out. So this just contributes to any HN thread on my posts turning into a big argument.

And there's always people going "WELL JUST DON'T READ THE POSTS ABOUT YOU" as if that's a reasonable option. first of all, I can't be ignorant about them, as mentioned before they kick down my door and go HEY FOONE YOU'RE ON HACKERNEWS. But more importantly, I'm trans. Do you know what happens if enough people get mad at you online? They start posting your home address, phone number, and pictures of your face and relatives. I have to stay at least SLIGHTLY aware of how the discussion on me is going, or I'll be completely surprised when someone shows up at my house with a gun. (This isn't hyperbole: I have gotten doxxed before because I made a twitter thread that got the wrong people a little too mad at me)

Anyway I've talked to the admins of the site and they have basically refused to do anything about it. They admit that they can block my posts from showing up on the site, but they don't want to because people enjoy my content. My wishes don't matter.

And anyway the epilogue is that this has mostly worked out by now. I stopped posting on twitter, not because HN was pushing me to a site where I could better control my post's reach, but because Elon destroyed it. I'm posting longer-form content now, not because my ADHD got better, but because years of training myself to write this way has made it so that I can handle writing as if I was on twitter-like sites, without the enforced restrictions of them.

And I have countermeasures against HN now. Offensive and defensive ones. I'm a little less likely to be posting Cool Tech Stuff here on tumblr now (because every time this happens it severely dampens my enthusiasm for the subject), but I'm a lot less worried that something I post will end up on HN now, as I have options. (I don't want to go into them because HN being HN, they might take preemptive counter-countermeasures to try to disarm them).

Anyway, tl;dr: it's okay if you like reading the site. my problems with it are with getting submitted there, not with reading it. As long as you don't submit my content there, that's 100% okay with me.

#hacker news #cw transphobia #cw doxxing

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