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uhjaemin · 2 years

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ok now that i’m more awake n functioning compared to when i sent his app last night djsks hello ! its angel again n im bringing back my baby ; a complete opposite of michelle. i had to update a few things n i took his old intro n just upgraded it so not much changed, just added stuff. but !! here’s my lil moonlight ♡

here are some stats, plots & his pinterest !

☆°•. —— look who’s joining the infinite tour! only MOON JAEMIN, who is the MANAGER of TIDAL. i’ve heard whispers that the 23 year old is pretty VERSATILE but lowkey SENSITIVE. also, doesn’t he remind you of CHOI SAN?

FAMILY LIFE

his sister and his dad are his life

he pretty much raised his sister who’s 5 years younger when he was in his early teen years because when his mom left, his dad was in a depression n couldn’t really step up at the time

his mom left when he was 13

minnie doesn’t speak to her at all, he’s lost touch with her and not really sure where she is or what happened to her

but !! he’s v protective of his sister n dad

taking care of his sister kinda kept him from going out n experiencing things as a teenager

so now he’s all about exploring the world n having fun now that he has the chance !!

kinda just holding back to make sure she grew up okay

he doesn’t regret it tho n is constantly checking in on her n their dad esp when he’s on tour

TIDAL ERA

jaemin’s manger ability is v much doubted by k-netz because of his age since he’s young for a manager n also his appearance is often brought into it — like wondering what he’s doing as a manager n not an idol group

trained for it sometime after he graduated from school so he’s been tidal’s manager for like 1.5 years

got the job from an acquaintance at school that was working in tidal’s original company, golden media

i’d imagine him to have a bond with the members like kard n their managers,, Chaotic hhhh

if ur wondering ; here (ty emma for showing me this ily)

PERSONALITY

to explain his versatile trait, jaemin’s v v playful n acts like a brother figure sometimes but when the time comes, he’s straight manager mode with handling schedules n things like that

but he’s sensitive underneath all that, not wanting to mess up and make sure everyone is taken care of

like when he gets criticism by some higher up or someone at the company, he’ll be all ‘okay great !‘ then probably cry when he gets home djskls

he loves tidal to death tho, they’re kinda the music he’d listen to growing up n he loves the genre but ofc he’s exposed to other groups’ music so he’s learning !!

he’s also the type of manager to stand by the edge or below the stage n take videos of them like ‘ur doing great sweeties!’ n tease them about it

the fans call him manager bae bc cute !

OTHER

he’s like a golden retriever puppy, v energetic but also loyal

A CANCER man??? holy shit get him away /j

again my friend, my absolute love requested that he like boys to have a lil piece of him in jaemin so !! who am i to deny a precious soul a noble request

a total soft boy, wears big sweaters and loves the moon

PLANT DAD !! IMPORTANT !!

first language is korean, fluent in english since he kept learning after he graduated n would be useful as a manager, learning japanese !

Loves tattoos,, LOVES ! has a few on his arms, one on his side, etc.

skunk hair san supremacy

easily flustered but has no problem giving compliments djskls what a dork

n yeah !! just ur friendly neighborhood pretty boy

i think i covered it all tbh,, got connection ideas on my plots page but brainstorming is always neat idk but !! so happy to bring him back, i’ve missed him sm n hope u love him too !

#infinite:intro #☆ .ﾟ ooc ✸!ᨀ #<3333

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shitihaveheardatwork · 3 years

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See You In Hell, Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz!

Contrary to the opinions of many of my peers, I think weeding is awesome and I love it. There’s little I find more satisfying than an item of obviously low quality with no demand whatsoever coming into my attention and having the privilege of removing it from circulation.

Just to be entirely clear, we’re not talking about “extreme” or “controversial” content. I’ve had that conversation done to death a thousand classroom-polarizing times before. We’re talking about cheap. We’re talking about cash-grab. We’re talking about no artistic, cultural, spiritual, or even material value.

We’re talking about Bratz Passion 4 Fashion; Diamondz.

Some personal history first: I’m old enough that my last big toy phase before I reached the special level of adolescence where you have to openly condemn everything you once held dear as a child was Bionicles. I had the black bionicle from every generation up until that point, as well as a complete set of those little rolly-polly guys with the stretchy necks. I don’t know what they were called and I couldn’t be bothered to look it up for this lil micro-essay here.

What’s important is that they were cool. They did action-y stuff, I felt smart putting them together.

Waaaay Cooler, Smarter, Action-y, and REAL than my sister’s interests! Polly Pocket? Dumb! Pre-bronification MLP? Barf! Bratz? How fake can you get? Those were just shallow pieces of plastic made by toy companies. Not like my precious bionicles. So cool. So adult. So smart.

Then I watched the first Bionicle movie when it was on TV and realized I too was a cog in an elaborate toy commercial scheme. Something clicked in my horny mushy pre-teen brain, and I put away all my old favorite toys forever. It was now time to be shitty and elitist about intangible concepts instead, a hobby I’d keep until my early 20′s. But in addition to a change in hobbies, I also started to be a little bit less shit to my sister about her toys.

This confession out of the way, I don’t think my sister would have stopped me from throwing this DVD directly into the trash. My sister didn’t become a high-fallutin’ working-class intelligentsia asshole like her big brother, and we have nothing comparable in terms of media taste, but I think she would support me 100% if I told her I sent this DVD straight to hell. In fact I might call her later just to confirm. This disk was bad, is the moral of my story.

It took six paragraphs, but let’s talk about Day 3 on the job!

It was just me and Lisa today. I’ve upgraded from liking Lisa to absolutely loving working with Lisa. We talked everything from how her kids are doing to politics (she brought up Tr#mps latest satire-destroying phone call) to video-gaming to the history of animation. I genuinely like talking to her and it’s a shame she’s just filling in. If a job opens up at her branch, I’d apply for it, no question.

My boss Wallace, “Yer dad”-level queerphobe and Ron Swanson-esque libertarian, was putting out a metaphorical fire at another branch and I didn’t have to deal with him at all.

I did my opening routine. Checking the drop box, collecting the pull list, putting together holds, refiling returned materials, preparing ILL material, checking my work email, and the like. I was done with it all in about 90 minutes, with 4 hours left to go on my shift.

Wallace had told me to fill the time with anything I can qualify as “professional development” the week before, so I spent some time reading articles on the ALA website and googling “anarcho-librarianism” just to see what would happen. I found an abandoned blog and a twitter.

Then I remembered oh shit. I have to make a twitter don’t I

I don’t like twitter. I’ve tried to use it. I don’t get it. I’m too old to learn a new app. It’s impossible.

And yet I must. That’s where The Discourse is happening. That’s where the minds in my field are saying things. If I’m taking my career seriously, if I want to get a grip on the currents in my profession, I have to bite that checkmarked bullet. Stand by for updates on my professional twitter.

I got bored of being on the ALA site and ran out of productive things to google, and decided to look around the building for abandoned projects and mysteries to solve. It didn’t take long to find one, when I found a cart in the work room with a pile of DVDs in paper sleeves.

“Scratched” a post-it note on top said.

I asked Lisa if she knew how long these had been here, and she confirmed that they were in fact a hold-over from the previous staff that had left in a mass exodus some months before.

Well cool, I thought. I’ll see if these are too fucked up to play.

Commence with an hour of consuming children’s media, a few seconds of a minute at a time. I was fortunate that the work computers both had CD drives AND VLC media player! Thank you, past cool supervisor who put VLC on the work machines! Good call!

So I “watched” a few Dora The Explorers, a Care Bears film, that Trolls movie, Hotel Transylvania, and a Barbie horse adventure film, watching a few seconds before skipping a minute ahead to see if it would choke and skip.

See here’s the thing about scratched CDs. They’re weird. You can have a CD that’s fucked up completely (looking at you, my copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon 1) that still somehow plays fine like it just came out of the box. Sometimes scratches will seem totally superficial but goof up just enough microscopic binary that no machine will touch it. All these DVDs were ugly as sin, but that didn’t mean they were broken did it?

And it turns out a lot of them worked fine. That’s how I ended up watching Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz which, unfortunately, played fine.

As I put the disk into the drive I remembered my sister’s participation in the Bratz toy craze. As an adult, a real one not the one I told myself I was at 13, I told myself that I might have a bias against this content, to just check the disk and not get judgy about what might be a kids favorite movie.

I uh... I failed to do that. BUT IT’S OK BECAUSE MY BIAS IS TOTALLY JUSTIFIED AND MY JUSTIFICATION IS RIGHT HERE

If you didn’t or don’t want to click the link, it’s a scene where the Bratz Diamonds are about to head out on some sort of fashion trucking marathon/race. Like any proper racer, the blonde at the wheel has a white-knuckle grip on the wheel, has just put their rig in gear, and in proper high-octane fashion, puts on a knowing smirk.

Except the smirk is, well... the animators just stretched the lips across the face further. I can’t do it justice, you just have to watch it, but I’ve done better animating just by pan-and-scanning around Windows Movie Maker.

This... isn’t content anybody needs. But I’m a librarian. I’m sworn to access. So the question becomes, does anyone want it?

I had to know, I had to know, how much circulation has this gotten? When was the last time this disk was in the hands of anybody at all besides me?

I popped it into Evergreen and behold: 15 check-outs since 2006 when it was released. No checkouts in the last 2 years.

I asked Lisa the proper procedure for removing something from the catalog, and in only a moment the deed was done. The case was repurposed, the disk trashed, the DVD cover recycled. It was time to go. I’d spent my remaining hours quasi-consuming children’s media.

I placed most of what I’d watched in a new pile, which I labeled “SCRATCHED BUT WORK FINE.” I placed one lone Barbie horse movie in a different pile labeled “SCRATCHED AND DOES NOT WORK.”

I felt like I’d accomplished something. I turned off the lights and I went home.

#adventures in librarianship #thisisme #work journal

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jaskanetic · 4 years

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🖊 + Louie or Blue Raspberry Cookie please? Or just whoever's been on your mind recently! owo

Want me to gush about my OCs?

Louie

Hmmm... How about a quick lil bit about him?

Louie is a closeted nerd. His absolute most FAVORITE game is Pokémon. He loves the SHIT out of it bro. To the point where most of the time whenever he plays he's like "man... Wish Pokémon were real..." Completely forgetting he is an ALL POWERFUL GOD OF EVERYTHING THAT CREATED EVERYTHING AND HAS THE LEGIT POWER TO DO WHATEVER HE WANTS AND CREATE WHATEVER HE WANTS WHEN HE WANTS and the fact he forgets is extremely amusing to his sister and so when he says it Jay records him saying it and is seen in every recording fucking wheezing and laughing instead of telling their brother that he has... The power.... To make Pokémon....

Louie also hides his true identity because he doesn't want to freak out other, mortal and not mortal people.

Louie also visits various worlds regularly, and has his own Greaser Gangs of a bunch of adopted teens and young adults that were kicked out by bad parents, ran away from home, or never had families to begin with. His gangs are more like found families, and they act as vigilante heroes. And their hide-outs are always decked out in video games, comics, band stuff, and junk food galore bc Louie is a responsible, but fun dad.

Blue Raspberry Cookie

BACKSTORY TIME

Blue Raspberry Cookie (or just Blue) is the half-brother of Raspberry Mousse (we'll just say Rasp for short). Rasp and Blue have the same mother, but different fathers. Blue is actually some years older. Their mother is kind of... Abusive and controlling. Her current husband, Rasp's father, is also such. Blue's father has never been identified, but everyone in the Raspberry House are aware Blue is a bastard son. Some think his father was a servant but no one knows for sure.

Because Blue was older, he was supposed to be the heir/inherit the estate, but his mother and step-father didn't like that. So, they had him kidnapped by castle servants, and sent away to live with a poor farming family, DAYS and DAYS away from the city the Raspberries live in.

After this, his mother and step-father erased almost every bit of evidence of his existence, and sort of.... Drilled into and abused Rasp until he forgot about his brother, whoops.

Fast forward to the present-ish, Blue, filled with envy and rage, sought revenge on his own family, namely his parents. But he still loves his little brother so after a quick sword match with him, he decided basically "I'm not going to involve him in my revenge" and then didn't and then Rasp remembered Blue is his big bro and Blue was like "hey let's kick our parent's asses and then take over the estate" and they did that.

Except Blue didn't want the Raspberry estate so he gave it to Rasp and Rasp was like "but you're the heir???" And Blue was like "I don't feel like it."

And Blue works as a mercenary/spy and assistant in a lab with either Aloe or Wasabi I'm not sure yet. 🤔

But that's p much a summary of his backstory.

#ask jas #ask nic #nicayocs #everi daze

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exhalenow612 · 5 years

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“Always Wonder” Cautious Clay & Lil Silva

So here comes that spill of emotions from my latest self reflection.

I have zero trust in people. If someone does something I find just a little off kilter I am off and running. I get upset and I get triggered and right away on the defense. I grew up most of my life on the defense from what has happened to me, and no that is not an excuse I am making in anyway.

I was blamed for a lot of things when I was growing up, someone who was supposed to protect me and hold me close was not always that warm. One minute they could be, and the next I could be called every name in the book and facing an evening of sarcastic remarks, and disgruntled face making. Sometimes even worst - like a torn up bedroom or getting my ass handed to me. It happens, and I get it and I try everyday to move on. It's partially where my anger comes from and I know it.

I also spent my developing teen years with a few people I thought were gonna be by my side forever, my 5 cousins. There were 4 older and one younger than me. I did everything with them, from sleep overs to talking about girls/boys. Even staying up all night to play video games. That could not last forever as everyone changes and grows. My one cousin took off to become a Mom to a man that had zero respect for her and himself, but in the end she was the same way. She would lie, and steal, and just act so crazy and angry. Eventually her three children were removed and our relationship just evaporated into thin air. I had basically lost my older sister in the family war.

My next cousin was an amazing and insane human. She liked her men dark, her life exciting, and her stimulants. She was funny and caring but also misguided. She was sort of in and out of my life and I was sort of okay with that, she needed to be a free girl and we all knew that. She met a tragic end when living with a fiancé in Tennessee. I remember the call and I remember the news. I was struck down and was so angry at myself. Why didn’t I call her more, or go there? I was 23 when she passed, and the last time I saw her was the week I turned 21. My soul still aches to this day.

My next cousin is the one I am closest too. It was always a come back around situation. This cousin I was able to bond with because we were the only two boys. He is a few years older than me but we still did a ton of things together. Drinking, pot, sneaking out, but overall laughing our asses off. We drifted back and further in closeness but never have I had to worry or question his loyalty to me. Sometimes I don’t always think he tells the truth because he is afraid to hurt people’s feelings but that is sometimes from a caring place. Today, we are closer than we ever have been and I am grateful.

My next cousin is closer to my age but a tad bit older, she has a fiancé and a baby and works pretty hard. We also drift in and out of contact but it happens when life moves super fast. She has had her ups and her downs. I sometimes question motives and wonder why she plays sides. I never really know where she stands or her intentions, and I know sometimes the truth gets away from her. She sometimes finds the thrill in just taking. I hope one day we both get better, so we both can make something out of this.

My last cousin is honestly where my world shatters and my anger soars! This is about to get raw and real my friends. My last cousin is a year younger then me, and has sent me on the most angry and hurtful path yet. She lived with us the longest when I was younger, and it was on and off. She would lie, steal, do drugs, and screw ANYONE she could because, well, she could. She was thin, and a slut so men loved her. She would lie her way through things, use the man up and toss them. The rift I had with friends because of her, the loss of my own goddamn mind because of her was just as bad. I cannot walk into a room with her without losing my temper and my emotions. The one and only person that truly gets under my skin. She makes my skin crawl! My friends would not want to hang out with me because I would defend my cousin who legit would fuck their boyfriends and lie to my face.

She has no regard for anyone, and only cared about herself. That is what happens when a sociopath becomes even more damaged from their circumstance. I believe in being healthy mentally and physically but for this cousin, she can go fuck herself over and over again. I will never forgive and forget, I have come to terms and I have moved on.

Let’s get to my actual older siblings that were supposed to be around when my life was shaking up - My sister hated me, my brothers were both too self involved and they all left me to my own devices. The end on that front.

At the end of the day, I need to find a way to move on from the hurt and allow others in. I see people do an action and even if its not coming from a malicious place, my head twists back to my past and bullshit I have dealt with. My last is my past, but it is my choice if I want it to define me. This is the whole reason for this journey and personal growth.

#growth #family #gay #hurt #lies #happy #fun #cousins #mother #brother #sister #journey #comewithme #pain #learn #moveon #grow #bestfriend #friend #trying #damaged #emotions

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tumblunni · 5 years

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What do you guys think about the names Dustin and Darcy for my protagonists in Let's Go?

Cos i really wanted to play the co op mode thing by myself, just so i can pretend this role in the plot is filled by two siblings and have a bit of fun roleplaying that. But i dunno yet how the co-op works and whether you'd be able to customize the avatar of the second player or if its just the default trainer? Or can you only play co-op if you have two separate games? Im planning to buy the other version anyway once i get more money, so it could be fun to play my first version with sibling one and then the second playthru is sibling two's turn to shine!

Oh and the whole reason i wanted to do this is cos i wanna try out the customization features to make some ocs now that there's no competitive online stuff unless you pay a subscription fee (LOL NO THANKS). Like..i always felt like i HAD to make my character me in xy/sumo/usum, otherwise its like lying online? But of course i cant actually make me because theres no nonbinary option or even remotely ambiguous outfits for either gender. And you cant have wild hair colours while i dye my hair 24/7 irl lol. Its silly cos like 95% of the gym leaders and other characters ingame have anime hair colours yet the player has to be normal? So yeah i cpuldnt really enjoy making this innacurate defanged version of myself yet i didnt feel like i was allowed to just make up a new character either. Closest i could do was give myself white hair like my old trainersona when i was 12, lol. I mean i guess thats my 'real hair colour' underneath the dye right now, if you think about it that way?

OH GOD PIKACHU CAN HAVE A LITTLE TUXEDO AND BOWLER HAT HOLY FUCK IM SORRY TO INTERRUPT THIS BUT I WAS WATCHING THE IGN REVIEW AND THEY SHOWED PIKA BOWLER HAT PLEASE GO GOOGLE THAT VIDEO JUST FOR THAT 1 SECOND OF NEW FOOTAGE OF MY BEAUTIFUL CLASSY BOYE

okay where was i

Yeah! I think sibling trainers could be a good and unique way to handle a rival! Like having them be your sibling already establishes that rivalry. But it can be a soft and nice rivalry! I wanna go with that fun version rather than the full on angry exaggerated sibling rivalries you often see in kids media. Like i know that some people legit dont get on with their siblings and some people can even have a very gary esque full on rivalry thats sorta 'love to hate' or like..tsundere pretending you hate them. But personally i never had experience with that, i can never relate to those 'tfw u hate ur sibling and theyre always an asshole but lolll u love them anyway' posts. I only got to live with my little sister for a little while due to the catastrophe of abusive parenthood that was my childhood, and i lost contact with her forever when she was very young so i doubt she'd even remember me. *sigh* But like i don't think i only love her so much because i miss her! People say newborns and toddlers are the most bratty so like you'd think if i was gonna ever find her 'annoying' i would have done it back then. I was always just mega proud of her and whenever she'd be 'bratty' i'd be cheering her on and trying to protect her from mom. And when she'd try and pull pranks on me or practise play-fighting or whatever i was just like 'lol thats legit funny' and taking play-falls so she felt better about herself. Like we didnt have much power in that household so i felt like encouraging her pretending to be a wrestler would help her feel like she had some sort of control in some part of her life i guess? And just i wished i was allowed to roughhouse and run around and be all 'unladylike' and just enjoy BEING A KID when i was a kid, yknow? I always had legit fun being with her and legit enjoyed it and was legit proud and legit never annoyed. I just dont understand 'yeah she's annoying but i love her anyway'. I was only ever her rival as a play-rival to help encourage her to like.. Enjoy the things she enjoyed. Feel like someone else cared. I only ever acted like 'ha ha baby stuff yeah sure i hate hanging out with my sister" cos i thought i was SUPPOSED TO. I always felt so guilty doing it and so dissappointed cos id rather hang out with her than be a boring stereotypical teen tbh. I dunno, maybe this isnt typical for siblings and its just a sign of how badly we were raised? I was just real fuckin lonely and absolutely loved having a family member who loved me for the first time since my grandma died. Same reason i always used to act all 'i am too cool i totally am not soft for my lil sister' around my lil sister's dad. I really wanted him to love me too! I used to say swear words at him cos i thougjt he would thibk i was Cool And Adult?? I have soooo many cringe moments from that phase of my childhood. Man it hurts to think that i never actually did get to become that positive influence that protected my sister from my mum and let her know she was loved. Cos i was sent to live with my dad when she was like 5ish? And never saw her again and now im too scared to try and reach out to her again because 1: she probably doesnt even remember me, 2: theres a chance she believes my mum saying i was some horrible asshole who abandoned the family, 3: even bigger chance that contacting her could mean my mum finding me again and big fuckin risk of further abuse. Plus the awkwardness of introducing my trans self when she'd remember me as her sister and all. Sigh! All i can do is hope that her cool dad eventually got custody of her, and that he didnt turn out to be a secret bastard like when i met my own dad. He seemed good, but then again i was just a lil kid and my dad seemed good at first. Sighhhhhh...

SO UMM YEAH WOW I MADE MYSELF SAD

Anyway the point is that whenever i write siblings i'd rather write 100% unapologetic super loving love cos its wish fullfillment for me. This is also why in/cest shipping is a massive beserk button for me, good wholesome family relationships are REAL FUCKIN IMPORTANT and how DARE you corrupt that shit! Some people would fuckin KILL to have that wholesome family!!

Anyway lol thats why i'd like a Wholesome Rivalry for these sibling ocs! Like they challenge each other to contests along the way just for fun, and they react all 'wow my sis is the BEST' when you beat them, so hard feelings at all. And you dont JUST do rival stuff but also sometimes just hang out and have fun cos you missed each other. And if anyone threatens your sibling then THAT is the only time you see the Serious Sibling Power! Rival moments: ha ha lol bet ya cant beat me ooo im a scary villain LOL I CANT KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE HAHA! Giovanni punches your brother: *stony cold death glare from hell as tricksy prank sis turns into an unstoppable vengeance engine* Oh, but also the only other time they'd be serious is in their final battle together! Like most of the 'rivalry' is just competing to make the adventure fun and to help each other get stronger. But if sis/bro ever actually legit said they really want to fight to find out who's the best, and its like..important to help their self confidence, then i think bro/sis would respect that and go all out. Taking a fall and letting them win would be the most disrespectful thing of all! Oh, but i do think there would be one kind of battle like that during the story? Like in one of the more low stakes faux-rival fights the sibling actually does try and let you win, and the challenge is to try and lose against all odds. High stakes super failure battle!!! Imagine the evil team in the background like 'wtf' as these two run the most aggressively slow race of all time! XD

Oh and i kinda thought about different personalities for the two of them based on who you pick? Like i did like that aspect about brendan/may in RSE compared to other 'unpicked option becomes rival' characters in later games that didnt even have one personality let alone two. It just sucks that the personalities they decided to give them were 'female rival is super self concious and thinks youre better than her because youre a boy' and 'male rival is super ego and thinks he's better than you because he's a boy'. Boooo!

So instead of that the personalities i was thinking for these two would be less sexist lol. Male sibling Dustin is basically Wally so far? I need to develop him a bit more to make him a bit distinct, i mean its not like every single shy dude is identical. I'm thinking maybe mix him with all the wasted potential in Brendan? Like in the game they slightly hint at him having the ONE non stereotypical trait of liking cute teddy bears, and that made me think about how much better his whole plot would have been if it actually criticized his sexism and said that he only behaves that way cos he's overcompensating for being bullied for being 'feminine', yknow? And then in the manga they actually DO write him as super feminine, and even as a contest star who loves fashion and dressing up his pokemon! But then GAHHH they present it as some sort of fuckin 'character flaw', like he's shown to be selfish and superficial because of it. And the backstory is that him and the female protagonist used to be 'normal' until a traumatic event. Brendan was a Natural Fighting Prodigy until he saved his female friend from a wild pokemon and was so traumatized that he never wanted to fight again, while she wanted to learn to fight so she'd never need to be protected again. But this is not only presented as Wrong Ways To Be Gender but also like.. Fighting their natural instinct which still comes through?? Like male protag hasnt fought in YEARS yet whenever he's forced to fight he's just magically better at it than female protag who's been practising all these years to become his equal. Ha ha silly girl you can never achieve that! All you get is this patronizing 'well if you just tryyyyy girly things im sure you'll like it' plot and then you get rescued by him in the end because OF COURSE you do. Sigh! I cant believe they made me hate that pairing even more than the games did! So yeah i dont really wanna write Dustin as a jerkass who's secretly got synpathetic motives of internalized homophobia/sexism, cos i feel thats a plot very specific to my perceptuons of Brendan and id basically just have to make Dustin a clone of him and he wouldnt be able to shine on his own merits. Instead i'm just thinking of writing him as a 100% sensitive soul, and he still faces predjudice for not being that bigoted idea of an 'ideal man' but really the fact he doesnt bow down to their demands proves that he's the bravest person here.

And then I'm thinking maybe the female sibling Darcy is the older one and is a bit "gary ish"? Like eitjer way you still have a friendly and loving siblingness, but she's a bit more of a sass who is tsundere about admitting she loves her bro. But i dont think she's the cold or grumpy sort of tsundere, more like a trickstery tomboy? Bombastic loki jock sis! She can only be a bit abrasive with her bro cos she wants to teach him to be tough even when she's not there to protect him. But sometimes she can mess it up and make him feel like he has to change his personality in order to be tough, rather than letting him know she supports him in being "unmasculine" and just wants to help him find the confidence to stand up to people who bully him for it. Like she feels like she is 'weaker' than him in the sense that she worries too much about what people will think if she expresses her real emotions, yknow? Like theyre both suffering from toxic masculinity! He's suffering from the standard form where men who are too 'soft' are beaten down into that mould. Ans she's suffering from the problem where 'masculine' girls feel like they have to be '100% masculine' in order to be allowed to be themselves at all. Like back when i was a kid and before i came out as trans i always used to try and pretend to like sports ans like..cliche macho shit where you Cant Admit You Care About Your Friends and also i wasnt allowed to like ANY feminine things at all. I had to either follow the stereotype of femininity entirely or follow the opposite stereotype, i wasnt allowed to just reject stereotypes and like what i actually like. So yeah me realizing i wasnt really a girl has led to me embracing more 'girly' things than back when i thought i was one! So i think Darcy would have a similar arc but like..the cis equivelant? Just finds people who arent such judgmental pricks and stops having to conform to either of those stereotypes in order to keep fake friends who dont really give a shit about her. She can have a plot about both forced feminine and masculine stereotypes being equally limiting, rather than that shitty 'being masculine is a prison uwu every woman will be happier embracing her love of makeup' shit. That dominant narrative just made me feel like i was somehow wrong about myself whenever i didnt like 100% Of Sports All The Time, i must be somehow girly if i liked even ONE girly thing yet i needed hundreds of proofs if i wanted to be masculine. And like i wasnt just allowed to be neither! I wasnt allowed to like parts of both! I wasnt allowed to BE GODDAMN TRANS!!! So yeah i dunno if i'd go whole hog and make this character a trans man or a nonbinary person tho? I think she's just actually a cis girl who happens to be sporty and brash and likes a lot of 'masculine' fashion and hobbies. And she's just been made to feel self concious about it, as if she cant possibly REALLY be that unless she likes Every Single Boy Thing and wins at Every Single Challenge. Does anyone else remember that shit too? The girls have to win Every sports game against the boys in order to be 'one of the boys' but if you lose even one of them it somehow proves that you're inferior. Even though the boys lost 50 billion games to you and that doesnt prove theyre inferior! Like man she has sooooo many 'gary rivals' in her school life, thats why she loves going on this adventure with a kind brother rival who actually respects her! So her resolution would just be her staying the same but being more confident about it and saying fuk u to those fake friends. Same as her brother's plot, just they both face different specifics to the way this sexism affects them, yknow?

Oh but yeah when i did finally learn about LGBT stuff and realize i was trans it was Big Amazing cos even in the rare stories about Its Okay To Be Yourself it still left me feeling weirdly empty when the girl decides that yes she does wanna be a girl in the end. So i get that these plots might come off as queerbaiting if i write them badly? I need to make sure to make it clear that these characters 100% want to be seen as this gender and its just other people being fuckfaces and trying to define what their gender has to mean. I think maybe i'll try and mitigate this potential misunderstanding by adding different sorts of lgbt content. And, well, also cos i just want lgbt content in all of my stories because i am lgbt, of course! I'm 100% sure that Darcy is gay, and i think also maybe possibly Dustin is trans? Like, his plot is about being mocked for being a 'feminine' boy, but its also even more personal for him because he's a trans boy and he feels like he needs to change his personality in order to pass/he isnt really real because his personality doesnt fit the stereotypical image of a man. Like if you'd looked at the two of them back when they were identical twins, you probably would have expected Darcy to end up being trans if you were the sort of person who believes those basic ass stereotypes about 'boys who play with barbies and girls who play with trucks'. Or i mean maybe its the other way around and Darcy is a trans girl who still has a 'masculine' personality according to stereotypes? Or even both of them are trans and both face being told that they arent real because they dont fit the perfect stereotype of a trans person according to cis perceptions? Or maybe i'm overcomplicating things with all of this and it'd just muddy the message i guess. I might just keep it to them both being cis but also both of them like girls. And i can always apply my trans and other LGBT headcanons to other characters along their adventure.

Anyway LOL im rambling too much!

#lets go bunni #bunni plays lets go

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What if Nancy’s sister did answer the door? What if Billy had shown up an hour earlier?

A/N; This is my first lil fic in years tbh. and its bad, and the writing is rough and dirty, but I needed to do something because I’m off for winter break and I have literally nothing to do.

Warnings: Swearing, bad writing structure, the usual.

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Y/N Wheeler hated Hawkins.

After the events last year transpired with the Party she had to get out of there, the small town suffocating her until she couldn’t breathe. The news of the small town festered and boiled until she wasn’t able to go to the store around the corner without a child pointing or eighth graders whispering together. So, she did what all young, hot, smart independent girls did in 1983— traveled to Africa and volunteered at least once in every country. Five days per country, hundreds of polaroids and minimal sleep made a girl a woman and she was finally home in Indiana now, and holy Jesus, she forgot how fucking cold it was in the Northern Hemisphere. It was a Friday night, and Y/N had a date with three wool blankets, two long sleeved sweaters, thick wool sweatpants, and three pairs of fuzzy socks. Her dad was passed out on the Lay-Z-Boy across from her, his hand resting in the popcorn bowl on his lap, and the music from her mom’s bathroom crooned softly through the house.

Y/N was ripped out of her thoughts when the sharp tone of the doorbell caught her attention, followed swiftly by her mother shrieking for her father to get the door, probably assuming Y/N was sleeping off her jetlag. When her mother called out for the fourth time, Y/N growled and threw the blankets off of her, throwing a glare at her sleeping father and storming up the stairs and swinging the door open. Standing in front of her was a Greek God. Maybe even one of the actual models that inspired the romance novel covers that littered every shelf and table in the house.

“Hi, can I uh— Can I help you with… something?” She rasped, eyes trained on his beautiful, smooth chest and focusing on his Virgin Mary pendant.

“I didn’t realize Nancy had a sister.” He murmured, smirking and leaning against the door frame. Y/N looked up at him through her lashes and blushed when his tongue slid out and licked his teeth—almost predatorily. His eyes scanned the length of her body and she blushed when she realized she wasn’t quite dressed for some beautiful company.

Y/N went to tuck her hair behind her ear but realized it was totally useless as she had her hair tied in a bun on the top of her head. “Yeah, I um… I’m from Africa. I mean, I’m not from Africa but I was there for a while um- Volunteering. With kids. And el-elephants.”

“Elephants?” He asked, leaning in. She could smell cologne and nicotine on his clothes and she breathed in the scent, not realizing its been so long since she was even near a boy. He was so tall and so close that Y/N had to angle her chin up to see his eyes (which, by the way, were disgustingly blue and were thickly rimmed with hateful black lashes).

“Yeah, elephants,” she said, wrapping her arms around her torso. “You’re here for Nance?”

“No, uh. Not my type. I’m looking for my sister, and Mrs. Sinclair told me that this was the designated hangout place.”

“Wait.” Y/N stopped him, losing her breath for an entirely different reason. Not again. Ahe thought, her heart rate increasing an even greater amount. “Have you been to any of the other kids’ houses?”

“All except for the Zombie Kids’. Byers.. Right?” He pondered, reaching out to hold her wrist.

At this, her eyes frosted over and her posture became rigid. Y/N tore her hand away from his reach and had to consciously tell herself to not bring her palm across his face.

“That entire group has been through hell this past year. And unless you know exactly what happened, you have no right to make any judgments about those kids or anyone they associate with.” She growled stepping on the ridge of the door. Her sudden closeness forced him to take a step back in shock at the hard change in mood. “I’ll drive you to Jonathan’s house.” She grumbled shoving her feet into her boots and storming past the Adonis-Asshole. The drive to the ratty house was silent, and Y/N had her foot pressed to the floor. If her suspicions were correct, she didn’t need to worry about the Chief of Police pulling her over.

“Hey, Doll, I don’t even drive this fast can you please—“ He was cut off by the sound of Madonna being blasted louder through the shitty speakers. Soon enough, they tore down the gravel driveway and skidded to a stop. Hoppers car was parked next to Steve Harrington’s and Jonathan’s.

Without even glancing at the boy next to her, she opened the door and sprinted to the front door of the house and barged in.

“Holy Jesus, what are you people doing?!” Y/N screamed when she noticed the collection of gun nozzles and slingshots pointed towards her. The Party immediately lowered their guns and Mike and Nancy rushed forward. “Again?” In response, they both nodded. Their big sister was the strongest person they knew, and during the War of the Demogorgon (as Dustin had later called it), Y/N had pushed both kids behind her and protected them for those few days until she was literally punched in the face by an other-worldly demon.

“Billy?!” A tiny red-head yelled protectively blocking Lucas from the older boys eyesight.

“Hargrove. You need to leave.” Steve Harrington said, a gleaming nail ridden bat swinging at his side. He came toe-to-toe with the Alpha male and pushed him away with his pointer finger.

“When was the last time I listened to you, Harrington.” Billy glowered, pushing Steve back about two feet.

“Hey!” Hopper came forward and shoved the teen boys apart. “Not now.”

Just as the chief grumbled his last word, a scream, unlike any other animal, was heard from the forest surrounding the Byers’ house. When Y/N was in Africa, the hyenas laughing throughout the night sent chills down her spine. The growling of the 13-foot crocodiles that followed her canoe down the Nile river raised goosebumps on her skin. But this— this feeling was completely different. This sound made ice slide down her spine and her limbs catch on fire. Without her realizing it, she and Billy were handed a rifle and a knife consecutively and were pushed into the circle.

“What the fuck is going on?!” Billy yelled, knife trembling in his hand. “Buddy,” Y/N whispered. “When there’s a lion stalking you. You shut up.” ‘There’s a lion?” “It’s a metaphor.” She replied “Analogy,” Lucas mumbled. “What did you say?” Billy said, whipping around to face him.

“It’s an analogy.” Dustin persisted, pushing Lucas behind his person.

“Shut up!” Nancy yelled, just as a figure was thrown through the front window. Billy fell back in surprise and shouted when his tailbone came into contact with the corner of the couch. The Thing that flew through the window wasn’t moving.

“Is it dead?” someone whispered. Y/N’s senses seemed to stop functioning and her sight narrowed into tunnel vision. The slick skin of the creature seemed to glow softly as if it were apart of a Bowie music video Y/N would switch past on the TV. Just as Y/N thought she was going to vomit, a click from the door pulled the Party’s attention away from The Thing.

The lock on the door was moving. The lock on the door was moving. On its own. “Woah. Wait. That’s not how things are supposed to work. THAT IS NOT HOW THINGS ARE SUPPOSED TO WORK” Billy screamed, dropping his knife on the floor and putting his hands on his knees, brows furrowed in fear and confusion.

“Dude. Calm. Down.” Y/N said, gripping Billy’s wrist tightly enough to leave bruises. His eyes flicked to the traveler, pupils dilated nearly the size of his iris. There was sweat on his upper lip, and his chin was wobbling slightly. “Breathe. Please. I can’t have you panicking what That Thing comes through the door. You need to not drop knives on peoples feet. Your life is about to change.” She murmured to him. “But right now, you need to breathe, man.” And with that, Billy’s breathing slowed down, the lock dropped, and life changed.

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