#a wild anon appears

[hungharrington]

Thinking about Steve cumming quickly - like under 30 seconds of thrusting because he's just so in love with you he couldn't help it

He hides his face in your neck afterwards all embarrassed and you rub his back to bring him back down from the intensity of it all

To add to this - he also has certain triggers that make him cum immediately.

You say you love him, he cums. You scratch at his tummy/happy trail, he cums. You gently pull on his hair, he cums.

My apologies if these thoughts have already been given but it's all I've been thinking about this morning 😭😭

a most delicious ask i’ve been hoarding 🫶 i LOVE all these thoughts i’m sry i didn’t get to incorporate all of them !! is this hot? idk…. but it’s got sum love in it tehe MDNI this entire blog is 18+

Look, Steve Harrington doesn’t have his reputation for nothing, okay?

He’s a ladies man, through and through. He knows exactly what he’s doing with his hands, he loves getting his face in between a pair of thighs, and perhaps most importantly, he is not a minute man.

Steve Harrington has stamina.

At least, he certainly thought he did— but that was before you. But in his defense, nobody told him that sex is a hundred times better when you love the person. A thousand better if they love you back.

And, god, does he fucking love you.

You’re a dream— all laid out on the bed beneath him, chest bare and eyes soft and heavy. Your lips are sheened with spit and all kiss-bitten and Steve has no doubt he looks the same. Kissing you never gets old. His cock throbs, aching for some friction and just begging to be buried inside you.

“Well?” You say, somewhere between a tease and a breathy gasp. “What’re you waiting for?”

Your fingers slip into the waistband of your panties but Steve is quick to knock them away, replacing them with his own hands. He grins up at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Can’t let you do my favourite part now, can I?”

You giggle. With that his fingers start to trail down your naval, slow and sensually, dragging the fabric with them. Your hips move to accommodate him and your breath hitches as he drags them down your thighs that part as he wrangles them off your ankles, inviting him in.

Steve nearly groans at the mere sight—a hot surge twisting in his tummy that goes straight to his cock. God, he must be losing blood with how much blood is rushing to harden it up. Or maybe he’s just too enamoured with you and that’s enough to make him breathless. Either way, he’s aching.

“God, baby,” He says, voice gravelly. “Just look at you.”

His hands shift up from grasping lightly at your ankles up, up, up, til he’s nudging your thighs apart further. His dark eyes flick up to your face, his expression one of hunger.

“Y’so pretty, honey,” He coos.

You flush, feeling somehow more naked at his compliment, knowing he’s being sincere. Reaching up, you drape your hand around his neck and urge him forward slowly, pressing up to scrape your lips against his.

“Oh, yeah?” You breathe, your lips twitching up at the obvious way Steve’s breath catches in his throat. “Which part of me’s so pretty?”

Steve chuckles, his gaze switching between your own and says, “All of you,” before he kisses you like he’s starved of the taste of you.

Breaking the kiss, he leans back and his hand disappears into his bedside table for a condom. He makes quick work of it, pausing to give himself a firm squeeze around the base as he does— fuck, he’s going to bust the moment he gets inside of you if he doesn’t take a moment.

But you’re so damn hot — and eyeing him with a heavy desire that makes his tummy hot. He’s not sure he can wait.

He shifts himself up and settles on his hands on your thigh, pushing it back further so he can line himself up and sink in tantalisingly slow. Your cunt is warm and wet, drawing a whiny moan from his throat, and Steve’s head drops into the curve of your shoulder in an instant.

“Fuck,” He hisses, hips flexing to hold back from pushing himself all the way in—a near impossible task considering the breathy little noise you make. God, fuck, fuck, he can’t move another inch or he’ll lose it. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” He gasps.

Your arms looped around his neck tighten, pressing your chest up against his as you make a noise of agreement. You begin to mouth lazily up his throat, feeling the throb of his cock between your legs like a heartbeat, burning hotter and hotter.

“Cmon, Steve,” you whisper, nibbling at his earlobe. Steve keens, his hips shoving forward bit more as he tries to contain himself. “Want you to fuck me,”

He makes another pitiful noise that he’d probably be embarrassed of if he wasn’t so gone. He follows your instructions quickly, shifting his hips so he can start slowing fucking into you. It’s lewd, soft wet noises sounding as he builds up a rhythm, sinking himself into you over and over. Pleasure drools through his gut.

“Stevie,” you pout, panting lightly. “Can’t— can’t see you,” You tug on his hair lightly, trying to encourage his face out of hiding but only succeeding in making him whimper. His cheeks burn hotly but he forces his face up, kissing along your jaw as he does.

His eyes crease open as he pulls back and Steve keens at the sight of you, his plush lips parting in a soft pant. Fuck, what was wrong with him? Normally he’d be still murmuring filthy things into your skin, marking up your neck while his hips roll into you, all does that feel good? and oh, it does when you moan in response.

Instead, he’s the one coming apart and beyond his words. You scrape your hand through his hair again and leave it cupped sweetly on his jaw, your eyes watching closely. Swatching your thumb across his cheek, you moan lightly, “Wanna -uh- wanna see your face, baby— love your pretty face,”

Something tightens up in Steve’s tummy, heat flourishing up his spine and he whimpers loudly, the roll of his hips turning the rapid, jerky thrusts in a moment. Skin slaps against skin and you make the cutest noise at the change of pace. It feels so good—too good. He feels too close, his pleasure scratching the edge of release.

Then you stutter out a breathy, “I love you, Steve,” and the coil in his stomach snaps without warning.

Steve gasps loudly and his entire body tightens, his face burying itself in you neck as his hips fuck into your snug cunt desperately. He all but collapses onto you, his hands curling around your waist tightly as he lets out a string of pathetically whiny noises, coming undone far too quickly.

It takes a moment for you to realise what’s happened— to figure out exactly why Steve suddenly sinks him cock into you with fervor and is whimpering in your ear. He’s trembling lightly you realise, as your arms sweep down his back, letting him fuck through his orgasm.

The pleasure of it drags out and by the time it tapers out, mortification begins to set in. Steve’s only glad he’s hidden his face so you can’t see his flaming cheeks. Fuck. Fuck. He’s never finished that fast before.

“I’m so sorry, you just feel— and you said—” He starts, voice sounding wrecked.

“Don’t apologise,” you interrupt sweetly. You stroke down his back soothingly and Steve can’t help but shiver. He groans loudly.

“Don’t apologise for finishing after 1 minute like a 16 years old virgin?” He asks, going for sarcastic but failing with the embarrassment tinting his tone.

You can’t help but giggle, hand still sweeping over his back comfortingly as you say, “I don’t think that was even a minute, babe.”

Steve groans louder, attempting to press his face further into your neck and nipping at it when you laugh a little louder. You’re being way too sweet about this. Steve’s not sure he can ever show his face again.

“I’m banning you from saying ‘i love you’ in bed,” He says, the words muffled against your skin. You huff another laugh, grinning, and comb your fingers through his hair.

“Boo.” You pout, knowing he’s joking completely. You’re still throbbing and aching for him to keep moving but you know you only have to be patient. He’ll fuck you just as you need it. “You’re no fun.”

“I used to have stamina,” He whines. “What have you done to me?”

You chuckle again, turning and pressing a kiss to his temple as best you can. “Turned you full loverboy. Soon enough, any time I say I love you, you’ll pop a boner.”

From within you, you feel the soft twitch of his dick and Steve’s breath hitches again. He finally digs his face out of your neck, a serious furrow between his brows. “Don’t even joke about that!”

[wispscribbles]

HELLO! YOUR ART IS ABSOLUTELY SCRUMPTIOUS!!

It fills me with joy every time I see your work!! This isn’t really an ask, I just wanted to say I love the things you make.

Thank you for creating things!! 💜

You wrote this in DECEMBER im so sorry - I lost u in my drafts. I wanted to add some doodle or something and now its been months woops ! Thank you so so much, I appreciate you writing me <33

Here's a tender ghoap

[coconi]

for the fanfic ask game, 1, 4, and 13?

1. Do you prefer writing one-shots or multi-chaptered fics?

One-shots for sure. Multi-chapter fics are such a big commitment! It's daunting! I've only attempted one to date and even tho I only have 4 chapters planned total it's still kicking my ass lol 😅 It's so much easier to just write multiple one-shots and slap them into a collection/series if needed.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

From all kinds of places! Prompts, songs, media I've enjoyed in the past, conversations with friends, shitposts, things I see while going on walks, my own experiences... it really varies!

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

I already answered this one so I'll go with a different tip: if a scene feels all wrong and nothing you do seems to work, change the weather. It isn't foolproof, but I've found it does help most of the time or at least it points you in the right direction.

[looney-mooney-studio]

I like your Linda Cipher AU it's neat

Oh, thank you! Here, have some WIPS ^u^

[devotion-disorder]

They DO call Sunday chicken wing boy in game

HELL YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! chicken wing boy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[alittleloveddove]

Repeat "I'm deeply hypnotized" and with each repetition, you feel yourself slipping more and more until you just drop.

That made me feel all warm and melty…💕

Thank you, anon.

[puckpocketed]

As someone who’s the go-to prospects blog in my mind, do you have any thoughts on Aron kiviharju dropping to the fourth round? The video the Wild shared after he got drafted is soo interesting to me

"Let me tell you one thing, man; you just made the biggest steal of the draft. I promise you that."

29/06/2024 - The Minnesota Wild draft Aron Kiviharju 122nd overall

Aron Kiviharju was supposed to go 1st overall.

Can you be a bust before you ever get drafted? Can the narrative miasma of going 1st overall linger on someone who went 122nd?

Kiviharju’s first game report from the 2024 EP Draft Guide is dated November 24th, 2019. He was 13 back then. According to them, no other player in EP's database — nor in any other draft guide this year — has had scouts' eyes on them so early, for so long. They say he understands the game beyond what's reasonable for a player his age, that he's always excelled while playing above his year level, that even though he's small and light there's something special about his game. Singular, elite, a phenom. This child is the next big thing. He is 13, 14, 15, he is anointed Boysaviour before his voice has cracked.

How many times have we heard this story before?

One day, Aron Kiviharju will be competing with and against players his age. And when that day comes, it might feel a bit odd for the defenceman. For years, ever since Kiviharju was young, he has played up a level, or two, or three. At age 13, he was playing U16 hockey with TPS Turku and, this past season, as a 15-year-old, he started with TPS’ U18 team before moving on to the U20 club. His numbers – 30 points in 35 games – would be deemed impressive for a 19-year-old forward, never mind a young defenceman who only turned 16 in January.

Steven Ellis' article on Kiviharju for Daily Faceoff, early September 2023, broadens the scope of public scrutiny even further:

Time travel back to 2022, and you'll find his name is printed right next to some familiar faces from this year's draft: Macklin Celebrini, Cole Eiserman, Berkly Catton, Ivan Demidov — except, they're all listed as possible challengers to his assumed throne.

And then, the accident.

The glaring flag on Kiviharju's draft profile, and across every report, every interview, and article since is the reality of his stalled potential. A scout’s job is to project a player’s future, but progress is rarely linear. What might halt a once-promising player's progress? Injuries and global pandemics and a poorly managed season or two; these things don't care for destiny. For every realised prodigy there are a dozen more who will fall short of expectations — this is something you pick up fast reading backdated draft guides and sifting through the history of the NHL.

In Kiviharju's case, the dislocated kneecap and the skate cut to the throat are the things most will write about. Behind the scenes, however, there were evidently other factors that contributed to his drop to the 4th round.

You see, every time I think I've escaped it, the size issue comes back.

The belief remains, however, that larger is better. I’m understating just how much it pervades hockey discourses: it’s present in scouting reports and has had measurable impacts on drafting; I hear it on professional and amateur hockey podcasts; it’s thrown out casually during interviews by coaches and fellow players. I can’t read or listen to anything about Faber without stumbling across it — the preoccupation with size. I’ll be very clear here: I’m not reading anything malicious from specific people, I’m not accusing anyone of crimes, and in no way am I implying that ice hockey is unique here. Just the opposite, in fact. I know professional sports hinges upon producing stars, that the commodification of young bodies is endemic to the business. Those stars are, stripped down to the basest definition, workers who perform with their bodies and sell their labour, whose bodies will inevitably be coveted and revered for their adherence to the Platonic Ideal of their respective crafts. For men’s sports, there’s something extra on top of the commodification of children’s bodies — it’s the vernacular of near-fetishistic worship; of the masculine, the oxymoronic youthful-but-mature, the virile. The language used to praise Faber and other young d-men like him has my stomach twisting in a discomfort that I find hard to quantify — players, coaches, and the media all talk about him, and the hockey blinders slip. He’s a “workhorse”, a “stud”, he’s got “a man’s body” — and call it projecting, call it reading too deeply into innocuous statements, but the closest thing I can compare it to is hearing my AFAB body spoken about as an object whose value can be reduced to its function, its usefulness, its closeness to sexual maturity.

Excerpt from the last time I wrote about a Minnesota d-man (sensing a pattern here).

Kiviharju probably would've dropped some places regardless of his injury and missed time; that's where the league is trending right now in terms of draft preference. When you're small, every mistake is amplified by your lack of size. You must be twice as skilled, faster, more consistent.

p. 595, The 2024 Elite Prospects NHL Draft Guide

Kiviharju's media appearances read like someone who is haunted by his draft stock despite his assertions otherwise.

Kiviharju's bold proclamation, caught on GM Bill Guerin’s hot mic, that the Wild just got "the biggest steal of the draft” will likely be associated with Kiviharju's rise — or perhaps his fall — as Minnesota media and fans work at their mythmaking. I don't know if I want to care about some hockey myths anymore. My appetite for them sours day by day. These myths were started by the eyes and hands and mouths of people watching a boy of 11 play hockey, who witnessed him and salivated at his unwritten future. Part of me thinks: I don't want to be complicit in their continued weaving — though I know I will be anyway.

I read what he says in the lead up to the draft and it's like he's telling himself as he tells us; that he will not care, because he is worth more than this.

From Kiviharju's draft day interview, transcribed by me:

Q: What's the biggest thing you learned about yourself going through the rehab process? AK: Kind of like... it's — life is more than hockey. Hockey is the biggest thing for me. I love the sport. I will do this for the rest of my life, for sure. First playing it, then probably I will continue with hockey after my career, so I've been always thinking like that, and I'm still thinking like that, but it's just that it's — more. Life is more than just hockey, there's a lot of things. And there's a lot of different things about myself, kind of like when you don't — if hockey is my fuel and I'm a car and I'm 200 days without getting any fuel, we have to find some new ways how to get that fuel, to keep my car going. - Q: How has your cut healed since U-18's? AK: Yeah so (he gestures to the cut right below his jawline) that was a pretty close one, but thank God we're alive. That's what I kind of meant when I said that this life is more than just hockey. So first you're 200 days without playing hockey and when you come back your first game the World Under 18's a skate cuts your throat open, so it's very close calls, and that's when you remember that this is only hockey.

Whatever happens, I want Kiviharju to hold on to this. Don't get me wrong, I'm rooting for him. In so many ways, he fits the archetype of players I enjoy. I want him to make it to the show and blow everyone's expectations out of the water and bring Minnesota the Cup. I love this team, even if I rarely post about them. Even still, whether he shoots into stardom or he washes out of the NHL, it doesn't fucking matter. It's only hockey.

And he is more than his ability to live up to our myths.

[adrift-in-thyme]

Socks or cold for the game

A miserably subdued sneeze alerts Warriors to the state of his companion. Looking beside him, he fights against a pitying smile at the sight of Time wrapping his arms around his chest and shivering. He squints out the mouth of the cave they’ve taken shelter in, glaring at the piles of snow as he mutters something about the cold being “unholy.”

“Alright, c’mere, Sprite,” Warriors says, chuckling at Time’s surprise when he throws an arm around his broad shoulders and pulls him close; he drapes his scarf around him too, grinning at the soft sigh the hero lets out.

Some things never change.

[g4al4xyrang3r]

*The Masked Fool snickers as they tip their hat with an overdramatic bow.*

Wahaha! Another Galaxy Ranger! What luck! What luck indeed! Salutations! Salutations to one of Lan's little action figures! And a very cute one indeed.

*They get all up in Boothill's face, FAR too close for comfort, their arms folded behind their back and their grin wide and just as sharp-toothed as the ranger's. He can see their eyes glinting mischievously through their black masquerade mask.*

Tell me, ranger, how do you live with a Path so dreadfully boring? What a waste! You look way too interesting for an Aeon as humorless as the Hunt! Won't you share a drink with this humble Fool? I brought Asdana's White Oak~!

-🖤

Action figures...? >he furrowed his brows with confusion< ....C-Cute-? >his cheeks dust with a slight blue tinge, before the Ranger leans away from the Ahanon in his face with a small grunt.< Wha- boring?? I- >The Ranger didn't know whether to be flattered, insulted, or just downright confused, right now. All he could do was just dumbfoundedly echo back what the Ahanon was saying to him, as the sheer lack of sanity even befuddled his neuro-chip.< Now-Now hang on a fudgin' minute! I got m'reason's ta be followin' the Path of The Hunt! I'on follow it fer fun, er humor, I follow it cuz I got one true main goal in the end, that I'd like to achieve. >He huffed, looking at the bottle of alcohol in the Ahanon's hand, considering his options.< Hmm.. well I'm more of'a whiskey, n' malt kinda' feller, but... sure. I guess a drink'd be nice, yer a weird'un, but ya don't seem too dangerous. [Voice message converted to text.]

[daisychainsandbowties]

today i discovered there's a pokemon called Klinklang and that is such a funny word it brought me immense joy so thought id share

it’s even better than that!! Klinklang is the final evolution of two other pokemon

the first one is called Klink (can you tell where this is going already? 😉)

then this guy(s??) evolves into… guess what 🥰 Klang!!

so their final evolution is just those two names mushed together, which is both incredibly stupid and a stroke of pure genius that will never be repeated

(also the japanese name is Gigigiaru, which is just a nice word to pronounce 🥰🥰)

also i love the bulbapedia entry

it “may be a combination of klink and klang” be so for real right now

[shinylights]

idk what i did to deserve this but … thank you ☺️

[downinthedevildom]

Hello! Are you taking matchup requests? If yes, I'd like to send one in for Obey Me

I'll go by ⭐. My pronouns are she/her and I'm demisexual

Appearance: I am South Asian with long wavy black hair. Usually tie my hair in a half ponytail at the back because I like how it looks and I don't really like the feeling of hair on my shoulders. I am 165 cm tall and reasonably fit

Personality: I'm calm, collected and hardworking. I can be a bit aloof and arrogant sometimes, but I make sure it doesn't get out of hand. I am curious and perfectionistic, and I'm also pretty academically smart (though I sometimes struggle with impostor syndrome lol). The gifted kid burnout syndrome is catching up, though. People say I do have a bit of a cold facade, but once they get to know me, they say I'm much warmer and gentler than they initially thought. I care deeply for my friends and my family, so I'll do whatever I can for them. I do face a lot of pressures too from having to be the perfect oldest daughter, the therapist friend (despite psychology not being my major, more of a special interest) and from having to do well in school (as much as I enjoy engineering, it is kicking my ass low-key). It may not look like it, but I'm very much a romantic, but I'm more practical about it, if that makes any sense 😅😅

I often bake my closest friends and family a cake on their birthday with a silly message written on it. I also has a soft spot (special interest) for outer space and love to stargaze wherever the skies are clear. Don't know if this is important, but I do make some pretty mean South Asian food, if I do say so myself. My younger sister says that my Ras Malay especially slaps

Likes: Books, herbal tea, art, lofi hip-hop, video games, anime, drawing, spicy food, affogato, outer space, cats (tho I really like all animals)

Dislikes: Incompetence, unnecessary conflicts, bullies, fake friends dishonesty, cruelty, dog-eared book pages, anyone who dares threaten my family, loud noises, itchy fabrics, insects

Sorry this took a little while Nonnie⭐! Life got a little busy but here I am here to match you with!!!! *obnoxious drumroll* 

Belphagor! 

(Matched by Anon Angel 💜)

So, where to start? I think you and Belphie would get along well. The chill vibes with the Lofi- and the stars? Absolutely. Both of you would find time to relax in the conservatory behind the music room when life in the Devildom got a little too hectic, and well even together that wouldn't change. (bonus points for it being behind the music room so you can play some soft background music for mucho relaxed vibes)  

Though you would probably get along super well with all the brothers, I think you would find your time around Belphie to be more grounding than the others' chaotic shenanigans. He would listen to you talk about the stars of the human world, (though it may lull him to sleep, not because he is bored but because your voice and presence are comforting and pleasant.) Or, he could even tell you the differences between your human stars and the endless night sky of the devildom.

Sure, he sleeps through most lessons and will dig at you for being such a straight-shooter student, but he will probably ask you for your notes over Satan or his other brothers. Partly because they are easy to understand and partly because it gives him more time to spend with you.

this really has little to do with the match but more bonus points so I'm going to add it here, you will never find any itchy fabrics anywhere around this boy, we all know he is the king of comfort! Only soft and pleasant fabrics here! Be that clothes, blankets or pillows he's got them all and if it means making you happy he would even share his favourite pillow with you. (though you may become his personal body pillow if you choose to nap with him.

I think Belphie would be there to help you break out of the mindset that you have to be the perfect, daughter, friend or student reminding you it's more than okay to just be yourself, take a break and let yourself mentally and emotionally recharge. He may be the youngest brother but he was still an older brother to Lilith after all, he can at least understand your burning desire to protect those you love and would be by your side to help you do so.

Honerable Mention : Barbatos 

After talking over your ask for a while, Calla 💚and I agreed that the best butler in all of the Devildom would be a good match for you before deciding Belphie would be your main match so we made Barb your second choice/HM. Tea lovers? Check! We all know this man makes the best tea in all three realms. Not only that, he would also be calm and composed and help to keep you calm in return. He has his own elusive personality after all and it doesn't mean he's cold or heartless. Find yourself wandering off to the castle for some downtime from the chaos and just chill with Barb with some nice tea and a good, coherent conversation. 

Hope you approve of the match dear!! Have a lovely day! MUAH! <£

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ARRRIII PSPSPS (sorry, that was weird.) n e way SORRY BUT I FOUND THIS PICREW FROM A THREAD GOING AROUND MY DASH AND OHHH MYYY GOD. i just had to share with you... it has features of knights and ur knight!reader always has me in a chokehold. i was gonna send this off anon but i embarrass myself way too much already so pls forgive me :'3

(picrew): https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/2317684

(my version of it with knight!reader (or, me) i've played around too much with this and i need to satoru to do this with us neow.): https://cdn.picrew.me/shareImg/org/202405/2317684_b77URpli.png (hopefully it works :3)

🥺🥺🥺 HI ANON !!!!! NOT WEIRD AT ALLLLLL FEEL FREE TO PSPSPSP ME AS MUCH AS YOU WANT!!!!!!! thank you sm for thinking of me….. i did this picrew a while back but not with my silly little royals!!!!! this was a lot of fun :33

AND WAHHH . YOUR VERSION IS SOO STUNNING OH MY GOSH 🥺🥺🥺 the intimacy!!!!! the longing!!!!!! it’s so so pretty …. i love your prince!gojo design…… and knight!reader !!! our most beloved..

since you went with gojo, i decided to make one for my knight!sugu and royalty!reader !!! :3 they don’t have a canon design or anything like that, i just thought i’d give them red hair for the fox symbolism lmao . they’re very excited to kiss sugu :3 and he’s very indulgent . i think reader is a very energetic / clumsy kisser while sugu is a lot more slow and teasing. he likes seeing them pout <33

they mean the world to meeeeeee 🥺🥺🥺

[looney-mooney-studio]

Absolutely OBSESSED with the Lynda cipher au oh my god. Love how the kids inherited triangle traits and are just casually supernatural and yet somehow that’s not even the weirdest thing about their shenanigans!!! GF/PNF crossovers are already my jam and this one is just perfect. You’re galaxy brained I applaud you

Linda is the BEST mom and she is DOING HER BEST. But she doesn’t know HALF of what her kids actually get up to, and what she DOES hear about, she attributes to either their (VERY SMALL) extra dimensional powers, or (she desperately hopes) overactive imaginations. It’s a delicate balancing act, especially since she has no idea everything her daughter tells her about is real shit that’s happening right here in this dimension. (And she REALLY WANTS TO DISCOURAGE HER KIDS FROM USING THOSE EXTRA-DIMENSIONAL POWERS)

[billhaders]

no but considering what i read of cressida and francesca as well as eloise's storyline they should just change it up pair up cressida with eloise, keep francesca's husband alive who cares also is benedict is not bisexual they are cowards

i hope everyone is taking notes 📝

[grim-faux]

How did the thin man learn to read and talk in your au? Did the tower force him to watch educational videos during his time? I'm sorry if this question has already been answered at some point in your stories.

That is actually a wonderful question, and has never been answered directly in the au. Not yet, or clearly anyway.

In Tune the Transmission, when the Thin Man (Mono) was left to the Tower, he was still very happy and proud of his speek - and other... well say certain events, let him keep and develop it fully. In the 'Sanctuary' the Tower offered, he was allowed to babble to his hearts content, and fully fledge out his speek.

The reading bit is much more complicated, but it is a testament to the Thin Man's and Mono's intelligence - or the 'Detective' attributes they share. The Thin Man taught himself to read by piecing together the different symbols from the books he browsed through. it's not the same as learning the alphabet and then understanding pronunciation and syllables, and the complexities that is within language and reading. He doesn't recognize how to spell a word, as much as he knows the sequence of symbols that make the word what it is. For example, when Thin Man was Mono, he would have looked at a simple kids book and seen the word 'bird', but he can't deconstruct the symbols that make the bird word. He just knows these symbols ' B-I-R-D" mean bird. And due to the powers of omniscient narrative for english speakers, any mess with conjectures and adjectives are doctored up for readers.

The Thin Man doesn't even speek or known the language that is used on the signs or billboards, or whatever was once the national language of the Pale City. He and Mono don't even speek english, they generate sounds, like all the creatures, monsters, and of course the children do in this au.

This is what makes the whole "How does name sound" aspect so confusing and confounding, when Mono tried to learn how to "make Six's" name. She taught herself a different speek (or sounds) than what Mono could produce.

The whole - he does not have a formal education - does stump the Thin Man in many varied divisions of language and literary prowess. He, like the kids, has a lapse in understanding in diverse genres, fiction and non-fiction especially. He tends to overlook other details in his 'study' busy, due to the literacy gymnastics that is native to Pale City/Nowhere. It's all forgivable, since the man had to brute force his way to literary competence, even it's all a broken mess.