#im sorry but they're superior

[arty-bug]

hc that when Mary found out Marlene was dead she was THIS CLOSE 🤏 to obliviating herself but Lily reassured her and told her

"As long as I'm alive, you're not allowed to do that. Ever. Don't even think about it. Do you promise me you won't?"

Mary: "I promise"

And then when Lily died she couldn't take it any longer. And the inevitable happened

[nerosdayinanime]

fuckign obsessed with sabigiyu... sabito's tough and snarky and brash when hes around people but then see him with giyuu and hes the biggest fucking puppy... constantly touching and being affectionate whenever he can, harshly stopping/snapping at anyone who tries to badmouth giyuu or even looks at him wrong, always glancing back when hes talking looking for giyuu's attention and recognition- he so freely displays his love and its just so sickeningly sweet to anyone around as witness

giyuu's a youngest child too, you know he'd eat that shit up. he fucking loves how much sabito spoils him- the occasional time sabito tries to be stern or ignores him all he has to do is bat his eyes and raise the corners of his mouth and sabito near immediately caves to whatever he wants. anything to see giyuu's full smile, and giyuu never hesitates with him

they know exactly what the other wants at a given moment, know when to be soft and sweet or when to be rough and wild- quietly sitting together close enough for their thighs to touch and enjoying the warmth of eachother's presence to playfully pushing buttons until the other snaps and gives their full attention to grappling the other to the ground. they'd both stop at the drop of a dime for the other for whatever reason needed, lovingly teasing and calling the other an idiot the whole way out

[queenlokibeth]

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[willsimpforanyone]

Hey! Hope you’re having a good day, Can your please do a smutty dom/sub, dom Percy jackson x sub female Zeus!reader where it's an enemies to lovers but readers been being a brat and teasing the hell outa' Percy so he decides to "teach her a lesson" so he takes her to his cabin and they fuck and she has a thing for choking. . . ?

hi hello sorry for taking so long uni is hell and im so tired but apparently i cant focus on revising so im doing this instead ty for being so patient luv u

tis made clear they're both adults like literally i say they're adults is all good

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"What's the matter, Jackson?" I grinned as I landed a bullseye on the target and heard a grunt from next to me. "Not really your speed, it it?" My voice dripped with faux pity.

Percy's shot went wide and I laughed. He rolled his eyes and nocked another arrow. "How old are you? I thought we were adults, not fucking kids." He loosed the arrow and just barely struck the target.

I shrugged, following suit and doing better than he did, if not hitting where I was aiming. "Maybe, but you make it so easy to fuck with you, it's like you're into it." I winked at him.

This kind of banter was common- one of us would be better than the other at something, flaunt their skill unashamedly and piss each other off until one of us left or someone else came in to shut us up. It was a familiar routine; loathe I was to admit it, Percy was better than I was at a fair few things so when I got the upper hand, I relished it.

"Come on, Perce, just give in." I cocked my head to one side, looking up at him. "Sea Daddy didn't give you this skill and I'm up by 6 points, you can't beat me at this."

He barked a laugh. "Sea Daddy? I should strike you down where you stand."

I waited until he nocked his next arrow. About to shoot it, I stood on my tiptoes, as close to his ear as possible. "Is that a promise?"

Percy's arrow flew into the ground, a faint pink staining his cheeks. I backed off, cackling. "Aw, too far?"

He stood frozen for a second. I paused mentally. It wouldn't be the first time I flirted with him, teasing him like this was just one of the weapons in my arsenal- I always made sure not to do anything too bad, just enough to catch him off guard. Maybe today was just a bad day and I'd gone too far.

Instead, Percy lowered his bow to drop it on the ground, stepping over his quiver of arrows to move towards me. There was a wolfish grin on his lips. "Not close enough, princess."

My breath caught in my throat. That was a new one; nicknames were sometimes used, sure, to annoy the other but 'princess' was new. And effective, apparently.

Determined to stand my ground, I stayed still as Percy crossed the short distance between us. He was a good few inches taller than me. I caught myself looking into his eyes and tried to school my face into something resembling superiority.

He smelled really good.

"No retort? Nothing to say, hm?" Percy's tone was slightly condescending and I don't know if it was the proximity, the nickname or the fact that I suddenly realised I had this incredibly attractive man focusing all his attention on me, but I felt a little weak at the knees.

Now is not the time to be discovering kinks, dammit.

"I-I..." I sputtered. "...Princess?"

Smooth.

Percy grinned, tongue just sweeping over his lower lip. "If I knew a little pet name would shut you up, I'd have done this weeks ago."

Well. Shit. Guess I'm going all in, humiliation be damned.

"Kiss me."

Percy blinked. "...what?"

I twisted a hand in the front of his shirt. "You heard me, Jackson." That's right, I still have some words left. "You started this, what are you gonna do about it?"

There was no hesitation. Percy pressed closer to me and slammed his lips on mine, hands coming round my waist and fingers digging into my back. I inhaled sharply, instantly dizzy with the rush of arousal that flooded my system.

Time slowed for a moment, just enough so that all I knew was Percy, Percy and his lips and his hands and his heartbeat hammering against his ribcage.

We broke apart, panting slightly, eyes locked. I was the first to break.

"My place or yours?"

Percy growled something that might have been 'mine' and grabbed my hand, pulling me after him. I stumbled a few times but we made it to the Poseiden cabin; luckily there were very few people around, everyone either in their cabin or busy. No one to see me eagerly following Percy into his cabin and definitely no one to hear him push me up against the door and press his lips to mine again.

My fingers ran through his hair, his hands back on my hips pinning me against the wood. Damn, I forget how strong he is. I tried shifting my position slightly and he merely readjusted his grip, I couldn't even lift away from the door. The knowledge that he was using hardly any effort to keep me still sent a fresh wave of horniness through my brain and I fought to keep a whine from escaping my lungs.

Yeah, I know we fight and tease and try to annoy the fuck out of each other but holy Hades if this guy isn't gorgeous and currently all I can think about.

Percy tugged at my hair, pulling to expose my neck and licked a stripe up my skin. "You okay with this?"

I did my best to nod.

Immediately, he stepped back, letting go of me completely. "No, do better, princess, yes or no?"

Gorgeous and respectful of consent, the gods really put effort into making this one.

I swallowed, forcing my brain to make coherent words. "Yes, yes, I am very okay with this, get back here."

Percy smirked. "So demanding." He went to sit on his bunk, leaning back on his hands and tilting his head to the side. "If you want it, you have to come over here."

Bitch, thinks he's in control. He's right, but I didn't have to give in so easily. I steadied myself.

"Oh, you think I'm that easy? We'll see."

I kept my eyes on him, shrugging my jacket off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Kicking off my shoes was hardly sexy, but I kept going, getting a little closer to the bed. I thanked everything possible that I was wearing a dress, the soft material settling just below mid thigh. The shorts I wore under them were quickly gone, and I was left in a dress, underwear and a bra.

Percy's chest was rising a little heavier with each item of clothing I rid myself of and I knew just how to get a little of my power back. I moved to stand right in front of him and lifted the back of my dress. I winked and pulled my underwear off, one leg at a time, until they were pooled on the floor. To no one's surprise, there was a wet patch in the middle.

Percy groaned, hands fisting in the sheets. I stood in between his open legs, not touching but so, so close.

"Aw, you liked my little show, Jackson?" I giggled. "Gods, I bet you're desperate to see under here-" I played with the hem of my dress. "-am I right?"

In a flash, Percy stood, hefted me up and threw me on his bed. I bounced on my back, a breathless laugh punched out of me. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and flipped up my dress.

"Such a fucking brat." Percy's voice was low and slightly gravelly, fingers pressing into the flesh of my legs. I squeaked at the sudden movements and the slight embarrassment of being exposed so abruptly.

"Maybe this will teach you a lesson." He dove in between my thighs, licking a stripe up my pussy, moaning at the taste. I choked as he ate me out with fervour, keeping my legs apart easily even as I fought to close them around his head.

Percy's face was soaked, tongue driving me insane as it swirled over my clit. Two of his fingers pushed inside me and I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from yelling. I felt him grin against me, not moving his fingers, just keeping them insider my pussy and laving his tongue over my folds.

"P-Percy, fuck-!" I reached down to grasp his hair in my hands.

He pressed a kiss to my clit, looking up at me with a smug smile on his face. "What is it, princess? A little needy?" I somehow felt myself get even wetter, and Percy noticed. "Oh, you like being called 'princess', hm? Cute, but you're gonna have to work for me to do anything else, baby."

I groaned in arousal and annoyance. "Wh-what do you want, b-bastard?"

Percy tutted, and withdrew his fingers. "Nope, c'mere." He stood and sat on the bed, reaching over and dragging me until I sat straddling his lap, bare pussy just touching his jeans. I clutched at his shoulders as he inserted his fingers into me again.

"Now, if you want to be fucked properly, you're going to fuck yourself on my fingers until you come and I'm not going to help, okay, princess?"

Oh, a cruel, cruel, insanely hot man. Damn my power, damn everything in me that wanted to push back at him, I wanted to come and an infuriating part of me wanted to please him. Fuck.

My cheeks were bright red, my dress covering the obscene sight of Percy's hand wet and his fingers inside my pussy, but slowly, slowly, I lifted myself a few inches and sat back down. Fuck, his fingers were so long. I repeated my action, a little stronger. A little faster, a little more, until I was riding his fingers and he was kissing me and despite his former promise he was pumping his hand and using his thumb to press circles into my clit.

I was so worked up it didn't take long for my orgasm to rip through me. I let out a choked sound and Percy used his other hand to press over my mouth to muffle my noises. "Fuck, you sound so pretty when you come, princess, but we gotta be quiet, okay?" My hips were still stuttering against his hand, but I nodded.

The flash of a thought shot through my orgasm-addled mind. I released one of Percy's shoulders and touched his hand across my mouth. Gently, I guided it to just rest on my neck, the weight at once comforting and dizzyingly arousing.

"This okay?"

He stared at my neck, at his hand reaching from one side to the other and very carefully he squeezed his fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head. "Shit, yes, very okay, princess." He gently withdrew his fingers from my pussy and brought them up to his mouth. He licked my come off his hand, groaning at the taste. "Fuck, that was so hot, you did so good, my good little princess, you want me to fuck you now?"

He was so deperate for me, it gave me a rush of power to have him like this even if I'd just ridden his hand because he asked.

"Yes, fuck, please fuck me, Percy."

He moved me off his lap like I was delicate, something he'd break if he wasn't careful, and stripped as quickly as possible. His cock slapped against his stomach and I felt my mouth water. Still a little shaky, I got up on my knees and pulled at his hips until he was facing me. I reached out and took his cock in my hand, licking at the tip.

Percy heaved a breath. "Oh, princess, as much as I'd love to have you suck me off, if I don't get inside you in the next minute I might actually combust."

I giggled. "Well, we wouldn't want that."

I watched him fish a condom out from the drawer by his bed and bit my lip as I watched him slide it on and jerk himself a few times. "Alright, baby, how do you wanna do this?"

Laying back against the pillows, I slipped off the straps of my dress. Percy got the message pretty quickly.

In a second, he was hovering over me, pulling the top of my dress down. He reached round to my back and unclasped my bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He bent his neck and nipped little red marks over my chest, licking over my pebbling nipples and I inhaled sharply. "I've been good, haven't I?"

Percy nodded. "So good for me."

I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Then fuck me like you hate me."

He smirked, reaching down a hand to guide his cock to push into me inch by inch. "Well, since you asked so nicely..."

I barely had any time to adjust to him when he started pounding into me, hips pistoning and abs clenching. Moans worked their way between my lips despite my best efforts, unable to be silent at the delicious friction he ws giving me.

"So hard to be quiet, isn't it?" Percy panted into my ear. "Poor thing, let me help with that."

Not stopping his movements, he sat back on his heels, pulling my hips up to him and smoothing one hand down my body to rest heavy on my throat. My tits bounced as he thrusted hard into me, my hands clutching at the sheets, the pillows, his arm, the hand that promised to just slightly cut off bloodflow to my head.

My vision went slightly fuzzy, my head deliciously dizzy and all I could do was lie there and take it, take his cock hammering into my pussy and feel the build up of my second orgasm.

"Sh-shit, princess, you feel so fucking good, I'm gonna- I'm gonna come, fuck!" Percy hissed through his teeth. "Touch yourself for me, that's it, such a good girl, fuck."

I rubbed my clit harshly with as much focus as I could, feeling myself come from my toes, rolling up through my body and exploding in my lower stomach. Percy's lip was swollen and red from where he'd been biting it and I felt his hips stutter, flooding the condom as he came.

There was a minute of quiet, both of us recovering, breathing evening out. I squeezed my eyes shut against the overstimulation as Percy pulled out, shushing me gently. There was a moment where he removed the condom where I truly thought he was just going to leave and my heart squeezed painfully, but he returned almost immediately.

"Hey, sit up, baby, that's it." He helped me up to sit on his bed, summoning some water and pouring it in a cup he'd found. He handed it to me. "Drink at least half of that, please. I'm gonna get some new clothes, okay?" Pressing a kiss to my head, he wandered about the cabin gathering sweatpants and t-shirts for us.

Obediently, I swallowed almost all the water, waiting sleepily for him to offer me his clothes.

Percy slipped on some clothes, helping me stand and after getting my permission, slipped off my dress and helped me put on one of his camp t-shirts and a pair of warm sweatpants.

"Better?" He whispered, maintaining the soft atmosphere we'd managed to cultivate.

I nodded. "Mm, yeah, thank you."

He blushed, wrapping me in his arms. "No problem, princess."

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ty for requesting, i hope you liked!!

[lowkeyrobin]

can i ask for qsmp reacting to new member reader who is russian??

yes of course!! I love this request sm, hopefully I got everyone you're looking for! sorry if these are a little ooc, I'm learning a lot and watching a lot about the qsmp still so hopefully this is good lol. kind of a mix of q! selves and cc! selves so 💀

QSMP ; meeting a russian creator

includes ; tubbo, quackity, cellbit, jaiden, roier, wilbur, foolish, slimecicle, tina, and nihachu

warnings ; language, probably ooc 💀💀

masterlist

TUBBO

"oh, hi! are you the new member???"

he's really nice, helps you build a house and stuff to get started and whatnot

you, him & sunny spend a lot of time together, especially because quackity gave you your own child too

sunny & your egg absolutely love each other, and perfectly balance one another out

tubbo teaches you all about his machines and factories and whatnot

welcomes you with open arms to the town of fobo

talks to you about the federation and whatnot, how they're basically the government and to just avoid them at all costs

even with a language barrier (if you don't speak English as well) you guys are so tight

always fucking around together somehow

he adds you into his lore as well

QUACKITY

welcomes you with kindness and open arms

introduces you to your own egg 😭🫶

he's got a lot of energy and is very chaotic, literally sprints around the whole smp showing you everything and catching you up into lore stuff

if he fucks up a first impression, he repeatedly tries to make it up and corrects himself and whatnot

doing dumb shit with him and richarlyson is a must

you guys become really good friends and make some great lore ideas together

if you speak a little/lot of English, you guys will just have chitter-chatter streams together and build a little tree house for the eggs

CELLBIT

"hello!!"

you teach him a little Russian and he teaches you a little French

even if you have a language barrier he's really nice to you

very selfless, if you need something, hes got you

if you get kidnapped, good lord is he holding a grudge

has a protective type of personality, makes sure to keep you and your egg safe if you two come across some federation funny business together

starts to learn Russian because he thinks it's a cool language

surprises you one day with a phrase in Russian and you're just like "???? hello cellbit?"

"was that a good pronunciation? I'm still learning"

puzzles >>>>

used to be a rlly good pvper so he teaches you some outdated tricks lol

JAIDEN

"Oh my God, hi!!"

teaches you all about how the smp works and tells you all about her adventures

also takes you on adventures with her when you stream together

through the language barrier, you still get along really well and enjoy each other's humor and company

building together >>>

such great inputs from each side

in lore, she's kind of just off to herself, and alone

she can't really trust other people whatsoever now

but when you come around, she's a bit more open but obviously wants to be left alone

teaches you all about her pets

she rubbed off her love for vocaloid on you

ROIER

welcomes you with a smile

teaches you all about lore and whatnot

mentions his and cellbits wedding at least 3 times

gives you a little referral to therapy

he's currently a rat in lore so uh

he kinda just uses you as a pedestal for now

"y/n, tell them that im the superior rat, please"

you repeat the phrase in russian to any other russian creators you joined the server with

becomes a co-parent to your egg

very level-headed, somehow always has a plan

"Oh, yeah, the federation kidnaps people, just stay away from them"

"Dude what"

everyday is his birthday

you play into the bit by singing happy birthday in russian and giving him some sort of food

WILBUR SOOT

very formal first impression

introduces you to tallulah

tallulah is kinda iffy about you and your egg at first but she warms up to you guys

if you're the building type, he'll do the dirty work to get you the stuff you need to make a house, or anything you wanna build

on top of learning french, dutch, and spanish, you get him invested in russian as well

in lore, he believes that most problems can be solved by love, and you just kinda go with it because he's nice enough and whatnot

teaches you some stuff about music

you guys do a lot of yap streams while grinding up some resources on the island to make some new locations and whatnot

"the pattern you're doing looks like upside down dicks"

"wh- wilbur, why would you say that?"

if you're still learning English, and it's kinda broken when you speak or you say something wrong, he kindly corrects you and teaches you correct pronunciations

becomes a co-parent to your egg as well

you teach the eggs the "scary fight like a badass" stuff and he's the "be nice, children" parent

FOOLISH GAMERS

you're immediately introduced to his laugh

kind of reckless, but pretty laid back

pretty playful as well, likes to joke around with you

he doesn't have a reason to not trust you yk

you're very overprotective of your egg and anxious that you'll let something bad happen, but if he becomes a co-parent, he releases your egg from the little plastic box you have them in when you aren't around

does the whole Batman bit with you on your first stream on the qsmp

holy shit the amount of laughter

he wants to leave a good impression on you, thinks you're really cool lol

you've mutually decided that he builds exteriors, you design interiors

SLIMECICLE

probably wasn't even aware new people were joining

"who the hell is that???"

like you're trying to let quackity teach you the basics and he's staring from a distance like he's gonna plot to kill you

tries to joke around and say hello in russian but ends up saying some random phrase that didn't make sense

"You just said your toes taste like cheese"

"Wait, what?"

makes you a bitch wife/husband asap

makes you curse people out in russian when he gets slightly offended

definition of the uwu cat boy and tall angry bully gay stereotype

in lore he's got some serious psychological problems but it's okay!! you can deal with it

quackity tells you about the whole gegg think and you sit there like "okay wtf"

TINA KITTEN

you guys just kinda run into each other one day and you ask her for help on something

something clicked man, yall are such an iconic duo

you guys build a whole mansion near the sea together for the eggs

in lore, she's pretty reserved and isolates herself, and you become one of the many tk worry about her and try and give her advice

secrets are safe with her 💳💥💥💥

you guys own a little farm together too

Em and your egg get along so well

she has a little proud mom moment

tetris competitions.

she likes to draw and she loves drawing you and your egg together it's so cute

NIKI NIHACHU

she's kind of shy but your personalities balance each other out

she's sworn to protect everyone, and you and your egg are quickly added to that list

baking with her>>

you work with her at empanadas bakery

she talks to you all about psychology and how it fascinates her and stuff

you learn a lot from her

lots of compliments whether it be builds or even outfits you're showing off to you're stream

she easily becomes a co-parent of your egg lol

[halcified]

teru & socialization

i've posted about this before but something ive been thinking about a LOT is mp100's themes of loneliness (and eventual connections). i think this is an aspect of teru's character (in particular) that gets left out because it's not as explicit but i've been wanting to do a deep dive on it for a while and i finally sat down to do it. just a warning, this post is gonna be LONG.

these two panels are from chapter 16 of the manga (which i'm using for my evidence because i. dont want to scrub through the anime LOL). initial sentiment: teru uses his powers to cheat having friends/a good social life and wouldn't have that if he tried earnestly. this is a fair interpretation of the scene. with what we know, at this point of time (as in within the teru-mob fight) teru would not be able to connect with other people earnestly, due to his mindset. which i think is a fair interpretation, HOWEVER:

(from chapter 17 ^^) the first panel shows teru's expression to be strained and the second is visibly unhappy. this puts the first set of panels into a different context, that maybe underneath all of this, teru doesn't WANT any of this life that he's built. keep in mind that i'm analyzing this with teru's possible autistic tendencies in mind & you dont have to believe he's autistic, im not your dad, but i do find this a pretty meaningful indication of masking if he were

(note: yes, the strain can definitely be read as comp-het, and i would agree but that's not relevant so go read this post on that instead)

even if the rest of these panels show teru content with his life, i think these expressions are pretty vital to how we read his life especially because we know so little of it. think about it, if you were a kid desperate for affection because you couldn't get it anywhere else, especially not in a way that would come off as "mature" or "unaffected", wouldn't you also look for validation in your popularity? even if it aligned you with people who you consider fundamentally different to you? my point here is that teru can't not stand out-- it's in his nature-- and we are shown how he tries to blend in & receive attention in the only way possible to him; which is to say that he molds himself into something that is palatable, likeable, and superior to other people. if he's nothing, like mob, he has spent his entire life covering up for it. if he fails socially, like mob, he has to be good at everything (even if he cheats to do so) so that everyone else can look past it.

(side note for my teru angst enjoyers: this is a panel of his mom. the mom who he hasn't seen in years. doesn't it make sense that, if he hasn't heard his mom say he's proud of him for literal years, that he would overachieve in response? not related to the autism thing i just have the teru bug. also don't be misogynistic in my notes both his parents suck we just get a singular mention of his mom)

so if teru couldn't meaningfully have friends before mob, that could very easily be because of his past mindset, right?

...except, we don't.. really... see him make other friends afterwards.

but, the awakening lab, right?

(ok i lied to you sorry there is one anime screenshot and thats because it stood out to me while i rewatched it earlier this month. sorry.) id like to bring attention to this screenshot during the cultural festival because the awakening lab can definitely be seen as a direct contradiction of this and i'd like to point out a couple things:

1) in this scene the shiratori brothers are in another room 2) them and the other three are friends with ritsu (or at least close enough acquaintances to want to see him).

considering this is one of the only times they appear together for Fun i am more inclined to believe this is an encounter where they went together because they all would've gone separately anyway. this isn't to discount the possible bond that these characters might have, but thats the thing. we... aren't really shown that they're friends and enjoy spending time together outside of this screenshot, where two out of six of the members are not even present. not to mention that teru is still placing himself in a role separate from his peers. despite stripping the superiority away, teru is still the awakening lab's mentor, not friend. teru still views himself as fundamentally different in a context where his psychic powers don't make him that way.

...except with mob. i bring this placement of power up because where he is the awakening lab's mentor, teru declares mob to be his rival, or, in other words, teru is just like him. he is accepting that mob and him are the same. (and if we view mob from an autistic lens... so on and so forth)

as if to hammer in that point even further-- in the summer vacation omake, teru explicitly states that "summer break is just a super long, super boring stretch of alone time." i'm not sure of the timeline here, but guessing from the hair, we're at least post season 1. which gives us explicit confirmation here that teru is spending the break alone despite his relationship to the awakening lab. his connection to mob is a lifeline here because mob is one of the only people who can intuitively understand teru's isolation without judgment

(also, on that point of teru's autistic tendencies: teru does and says a LOT of things that would raise other peoples eyebrows and doesn't seem to notice.

here we get teru actively admitting to his home life, right in front of reigen, WHO COULD CALL CHILD SERVICES ON HIM? this genuinely made me rethink this character entirely. teru's filter is... minimal. he isn't constantly volunteering information and generally minds his own business, but if you ask? Well.

teru is a social person, but to say he is proficient in understanding social situations seems... wrong. teru views his loneliness as boring because, despite being fairly open, does not actually allow himself to think about his own feelings and how they affect him. this loneliness is boring because he doesn't have enough of a reference to realize its not

if we are taking pre-mob teru to be a version of himself who is masking, or at the very least someone who is faking a lot of stuff in a less autistic sense, the fight with mob changes teru to the point where he no longer hides himself. in the same way that mob was able to shake teru's fragile superiority complex i think the change in appearance marks the end of the self teru had built up. from this point on we see him become a lot more... Him. his appearance and his fashion choices are, presumably, completely normal to him and we get no indication that he believes otherwise despite the reactions it gets-- which is... well, i wouldn't be writing this post if i thought it was one of his most neurotypical traits.

in fact, he seems... pretty oblivious to what other people think of him. which is an interesting distinction to make considering the intelligence we Know he possesses (which is not to say that you are unintelligent if you don't pick up on social cues, just that its common for media to depict it that way.) these traits are made pointedly, even if unintentionally, separate, ESPECIALLY when you note the amount of characters who Do ruminate on or stare at teru's appearance.

some examples. i don't even think this is all of it-- case in point.)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Why is everyone so fucking MEAN about sex all the time? It makes me scared to ask questions and makes me feel pressured to do certain things even if my partner hasnt been like “actually you HAVE TO do this.”

Like, its hard to have fun when I’m thinking about how I cant bottom because then im weak and submissive but I cant top because then Im exerting a superiority complex. Theres so many weird ideas about sex in the world, even and especially on this website and especially in response to your posts from people claiming to agree with you. How do you block them all out?

hey. I'm really sorry for the experiences you've had that make it hard to enjoy sex. people love to extrapolate very small amounts of information into stereotypes that make other people easier to understand, but as with all other stereotypes, the assumptions that are tied to different sexual positions have very little bearing on reality. people's sexual preferences actually don't tell you anything except for what gets them off.

the fear of asking questions is rampant in tons of places, but it can feel particularly brutal when it comes to sexuality. and it's crazy that we keep perpetuating it, because it's not helping anybody! it is in fact hurting very many people. that's a big part of why I like doing sex ed with kids graders so much. they feel awkward about asking questions, sure, but they're so much less self-conscious about not knowing things, and when they learn new information they're infinitely more receptive to incorporating it into their worldview than many adults. their preconceived notions are SOOOOO much easier to disassemble!

anyway, as for your actual question: this is going to sound like a flippant answer, but it's genuinely not something I struggle with at all. I'm what some would call extremely secure in my sense of self and the strength of my own ideas and convictions, and what other people might call a heinously stubborn bitch. I can differentiate good faith criticism, feedback, and additions from people talking out of their asses, and the latter just does no warrant a place in my interiority. like what's the point, you know? it doesn't spark joy.

[galos-writing]

Hi hi! I've been searching for someone to write this for me because I'm a terrible writer but I want to read it and I saw on your request post that you will write for Wade Wilson so basically I was wondering if you could write something angst with maybe a good ending (you decide) reader can have any gender.

So the basic plot- Soulmate Au. Wade is married to his Wife Vanessa they aren't soulmates and Wade doesn't care for the whole soulmate thing and he wholeheartedly loves his wife. But one day somehow he meets his soulmate (reader) they are obsessed with the idea of meeting their soulmate so they approach him very excitedly and Wade rejects them effectively breaking their heart. And months pass by and they eventually see wade again Reader has tried dating other people but can never connect well. Maybe they're drinking in a bar and Wade is all so there maybe awhile after Vanessa's death. The rest is all you.

'helloooo im so sooooo sorry if i took so long to write this, i lost all my work and had to do a lot to write it all again! i hope you like it, sorry again ^^'

Words: 3352

TWs: mentions of suicide, revenge porn, bad language, drinking, mockery of illness

Wade had been trapped in that cave he used to call "home" for way too long: his domestic routine had become his major torture, his eyes kept landing on every spot of the apartment he just was sleeping at and bringing his hookups to at some occasion. And his mind kept displaying in loop every bit of memory with his beloved Vanessa it could recover. Deadpool was a temporary pause from that sorrow, temporary yet necessary, his flirty comments and cocky behaviors appeared less vibrant at the eyes of the X-Men too. Negasonic Teenage Warhead knew what was going on in his life, she didn't have the heart to act a bully as her usual. That collective sense of compassion towards Wade was driving him nuts, he hated being pitied, he always had hated it. A loss wasn't going to change the relationship he had with everyone... or was it?

He still wanted to sexually harass Colossus; he still desired to play princesses with Yukio; he still craved to hang out with Weasel and fall asleep with him somewhere, shitfaced; he wanted Blind Al to hug him once again. He wanted things to go back to before he met Vanessa, so he couldn't fall in love with her, share joys and sorrows with her. So his heart couldn't shrink in pain for her death. He could never forget her laughter, how beautifully she developed since she stopped being an escort. He could never forget the look of sadness in her eyes when they found out he had cancer, but how she decided to stay by his side ad support him with no hesitation. They had a special chemistry, something Yukio kept calling "the power of soulmates". Wade always scoffed at that memory, Yukio's excited smile while pronouncing those words, a mix of amusement and annoyance invaded him. He didn't believe in such bullshit, the soulmates thing; he might believe in unicorns, but not that.

However, sometimes, whilst remembering his deceased wife for the nth time, the anti-hero stopped himself thinking "why don't I believe in soulmates?".  He thought of himself. He thought of Vanessa. He thought of their past alone before meeting and becoming one thing together.

Why didn't he believe in soulmates?

Because his - no, their - nature told them so. They were free spirits, loving each other because their shell decided itself to soften around each other, no superior Force was pushing them in the other's arms because It said so. They were free to leave if things didn't work out, and they were free to stay. Unluckily, or luckily, their strongest trait was their stubbornness; and his stubbornnes was now biting him in the ass, refusing to let her go.

"Leave me alone, I've done what I had to."

"I let you go, it's your turn to do the same."

"We had a deal... you're not respecting it..."

"Of course I moved on, why wouldn't I?!"

Some nights, Vanessa's memories were more violently present in Wade's mind.

"I hate you! Go away!", he would think while crashing his dead wife's picture on the floor, breaking the protective glass with a violent step on it, not caring if he was barefoot.

He would just stare at the rug, the floor and the picture getting more and more stained in red.

Many times he had thought to jump off a bridge, attempting to escape from her or to join her, his intentions were confused. But he knew it would have been useless.

So he started going and sit on the bridge to admire the horizon, and at least distract the sight with something different than his bedroom; his mind was busy inventing little stories about the people he could see from up there, it was fun, kinda.

Until the day he felt someone else's presence on that bridge.

Wade faintly turned his head to see with the corner of his eyes who was sniffling and crying next to him. It was you, wrapped in a dull colored purplish hoodie. You were standing on the edge of the bridge, letting out incoherent stutters as you were looking down in the void under the high construction you and the man were perched. What caught your attention among the chaos that was your mind, was a movement of his hand, patting on a spot right next to him. You hesitantly sat, catching the invite, and sniffled one last time.

"It's not gonna relieve you, believe me", he softly spoke, not afraid that his thin voice was being covered by a far thunder. You pulled your eyes away from the void under your feet, and looked at him, slightly frowning.

"W...what...?", you asked, goofily wiping your nose with the sleeve of your hoodie. He noisily sighed and turned his head to the other side, so you couldn't see him. "You heard me well. What you wanted to do is stupid, you know that", he rudely replied, his head was covered by a hoodie too, it was pink with a plush horn on top, but it had bee obviously badly washed and some spots had been overly bleached: it looked like that hoodie had vitiligo.

You could hear him swallow down after moments of awkward silence, only broken by a start thin rain falling on them.

"S'ry", he quickly let out, playing with his wool gloves fingertips. You slowly nodded to accept his ashamed apology, and looked to the other side. More silence. The rain increased, but you two didn't care much, maybe Wade did a bit, since he tightened the hoodie around his face.

You took a deep breath, and closed your eyes: you had the urge to talk with somebody, and if that man was there the same moment as you were, it could mean something.

"My ex spread my nudes online.", "My wife's dead".

Both of you blurted out at the same time; apparently you weren't the only one who needed to vent. You looked at Wade and let out a coy smile, but he refused to return it, still hiding himself.

"I'm sorry for your loss, sir... when did it happen?", you asked, trying to be available for listening, but his silence was clear enough for you to realize he wasn't available for opening up. Not yet, hopefully.

"She was everything to me... and now she's gone. I don't know if I can ever move on", he murmured, teasing a loosened wool thread poking out of his gloves.

"I am sure you will manage. A loss is always hard to hande, but there are multiple ways to cope-"

"I don't want to cope", he hissed at you, shifting further from you with his hips, and crossing his arms.

His aggressiveness made you pinch your lips together, and pick on your hands skin with your nails, your coping mechanism for strong anxiety.

"For how long you've been together with your ex?", he then asked, his head turned back a bit towards you, but still in a way that you couldn't see his face. His question made your eyes itch and fill in tears, which were mingled with the raindrops rolling down your face.

"Six years... he proposed last week", you revealed, keeping your head down to observe how your hands skin was getting redder and redder for your pinching. "I... I found out tonight he was planning to leave me to the altar to run away with his side piece. Then my dad found the Telegram channel with my pics in it, and disowned me".

"Goddamn! Ya serious?!", he asked, his voice got suddenly loud, startling you a bit. You quickly nodded, sniffling, his eagerness to know more like a gossip girl made the atmosphere less tensed. It heavily contrasted the gloomy environment, but it wasn't unpleasant at all. You told him the whole story, and he seemed more and more interested, despite the fact he was firmly refusing to turn towards you. When you told him the whole story, he scoffed, definitely annoyed and personally involved in your story.

"Ah, what an asshole. He truly took advantage of your good heart. But you should have noticed all the red flags floating around you, pal. I mean, c'mon, revenge porn is vulgar, and old-fashioned!", he snarled, with a confident tone, he seemed like another person. He probably used that way to protect himself from thinking too much, from pain: humor. You couldn't help but envy him. Then, your envy turned into thankfulness, for having met someone to talk to during that tough moment. And then, your thankfulness turned again into something else. You were fimly believing your meeting wasn't that casual; something or someone wanted you both there, two men with a broken heart, it couldn't be a coincidence!

"I guess you're right, Wade... only you can understand me at this moment", you sighed, looking towards his direction. He was still protecting his face with the hood. "I know, kiddo. I know. These are hard times, we gotta stay united when our heart is broken, our way to fight toxic masculinity", he ironically replied, you were starting to adore and admire his sense of humor, so sarcastic. Your cheeks couldn't help but blush, and your eyes shone in determination: you wanted to know who was hiding under that hood!

"Wade?", you softly called, shifting closer to him.

"Mh?", the man said, too distracted by the couple pigeons mating next to him.

"Do you believe in God?", you asked, particularly interested in his answers. You had a little smile on your face, your hands nervously pulling on the laces of your hoodie. Wade was about to turn towards you, but stopped right in the perfect moment to make you catch a glimpse of his face, his skin was oddly..reddish? You could hear him scoff as he adjusted his hood better around his face to hide more.

"Nah, I don't. It's some bullshit someone invented thousands of years ago to justify the fact a fourteen years old girl cheated on their daddy arranged husband and she's expecting a child that's not his", he answered, pretty annoyed.

His answer left you speechless, making you stare at him with wide eyes. The silence made him frown and slightly turn towards you, not enough to watch his face.

"Was it too much?", he asked. His voice made you snap back to reality, and you shook your head. You couldn't help but giggle, and get fidgety. He kind of had a point, you thought.

"I was just wondering... if our encounter was somehow planned up there, in the skies. Maybe some god, or some guardian, some planet decided it's the right time to, you know... heal us by making us meet," you smiled, blushing a bit. Your hand casually went meeting his as you spoke, surprised and relieved he wasn't pulling back. "Pretty corny, though, eh? Yet... it feels so right, and so made on purpose, I don't really think our encounter was casual, today. Think of it, Wade: both of us, on the edge of this bridge, both hurt for a tragedy related to our partners, on the verge of committing suici- OH, MY GOD!!" you yelped, once you finally paid attention  to the fact Wade was finally facing you with his face on full display. Your heart was aching for how you were feeling about that face, but what a disgraceful sight that was: his skin was full of holes and wrinkles, and looked as if he had shoved his head in an air fryer. He looked like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado.

He was looking at you with the eyes of who 100% expected that reaction from you: no offense, no anger. Just extreme annoyance, with an inch of self pity.

"I never said I want to commit suicide. You're the depressed emo, not me", the man retorted, his annoyance was obvious even from his tone, and his hand pulled back as he spoke. Perhaps, he was hoping 'till the last instant you wouldn't have that reaction at the sight of him.

Your face gained back color, turning from pale to a bright shameful red, and pulled your hand back too, like a dog you were putting a leash on to keep it from walking too close to strangers - too close to him.

"Y-yeah, I know! But, you see, you were sitting as the edge and... you seemed pretty defeated too, wrapped up in that shabby hoodie..." , you were saying, but Wade scoffed, his face showed offense.

"Excuse you! My hoodie is not shabby", he protested, wrapping himself tighter in that hoodie, and pouted. That expression widened a bunch of holes on his left cheek; that sight was disturbng, you had to collect all your strength not to gag right there and then.

There was silence again. The rain had stopped, making you realize both you and Wide were soaked.

"Maybe a lil' bit shabby... Anyway, no. Our encounter was not planned by some planet, and no, we're not soulmates, if that's what you were thinking", he blurted out, more annoyed.

"But I was just saying-", you tried to reply, but he got up, raising his hand to stop you from speaking. He inhaled as if he wanted to say something, but his phone started ringing. You were baffled when you heard the ringtone, reminding something of your childhood; maybe it was the Cooking Mama theme, or the Lelli Kelly shoes jingle, you weren't sure.

Wade grabbed his phone and stared at it for some second, letting it ring, before hanging up.

"Gotta go. Take care", he just said, and before you could say anything, he jumped off the bridge.

"WADE!!", you shouted, turning pale again in a matter of instants, but when you rushed to see where he landed, he disappeared. There was a big blood stain, but no trace of him.

You didn't see Wade around for a long time. You were often dreaming of him, like a feverish dream, and whoever you asked about him never heard of him.

You were starting to think he never existed.

Maybe he was just your conscience shouting at you that throwing yourself off a bridge wasn't the right choice, that your asshole ex didn't deserve the satisfaction to see you drown, and the fact your conscience looked like that was the fruit of your pitiful self-esteem? Maybe that's why he was so sure your encounter wasn't wanted by the universe...

You were keeping gaslighting yourself, for days, weeks. Your sister Lily couldn't take it anymore, you were taunting her by keeping repeating her about your encounter; she knew your words by heart like a theatre script, and ended up parroting you every time you told her about Wade for the nth time.

"Listen,", she once interrupted you, tired to hear the same thing again, "you clearly need some other company aside of me and your imaginary man, so tonight we're getting ready and we're going out. Got it?!"

You didn't have the courage to disobey, so you begrudgingly accepted her invitation, and together went to a bar; however, you weren't sure that going out with her was a good idea, the places she usually was in weren't that good, speaking in terms of safety.

The place she took you to was loaded with people, most of them were clearly drunk, and other were flirting or making out in some corner of the building, not too hidden from the crowd. Despite you were absolutely serving in your outfit, and perfectly mingling, if not outstanding most people in there, you felt so uncomfortable in there: that was definitely your sister's lifestyle, not yours, but that didn't deny the fact you were infinitely thankful to her for at least trying to cheer you up and distract you from your struggles.

Lily parked you at the counter, and paid you a couple drinks. You chose a Quattro Bianchi, not the best cocktail in terms of taste, but excellent to get quickly drunk.

As soon as the bartender served you the drink, you snatched the glass from his hands, and chugged the whitish liquid. The fact you drank quickly was starting to make you feel dizzy almost immediately, so you couldn't hold a loud groan and an expression of pure discomfort for the bad taste of the cocktail. The bartender looked at you with pity and annoyance, he knew that if you kept drinking like that you would have puked all over his counter, that he should have cleaned, but he wondered what happened to you to make you drink like that.

Soon an odd figure joined you and the other drunkards at the counter: he was dressed with a bright red suit, two black circles around his white eyes and two... katanas?! behind his back.

You looked at the second Quattro Bianchi you ordered, and gently pushed it away. It was giving you hallucinations.

But soon, some words slipped out of your lips without you to notice.

"Hello again, Wade", you muttered, immediately catching his attention. You couldn't see his expression under the red leather mask, but you could tell he was surprised. Meanwhile, you changed your mind about that whitish drinking, and you grabbed it again, starting avidly drinking it.

'Wade' slowed you down by holding the glass with his hand. "You have horrible taste 'bout drinks. That one you picked, it sucks", he commented, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"It's my second", you precised, feeling your face heating up for the drunkness. He scoffed and replied with a whispered "I can tell".

"Nice of you to appear again in my life... I, uh... I was afraid I was losing my mind. I was getting convinced you didn't exist... but here you are...! Coming back to me like nothing happened... how much it passed? Years?!" you exclaimed, raising your voice, but not noticing it. "Just a month", he replied, observing the fun show you were giving with you exaggerate hand gesture and stuttering.

"Just a month?! Damn... time flies when you're having fun...", you mumbled, obviously sarcastic. Wade scoffed again and snatched the drink off your hand to drink it. He lifted his mask to do so, so you were sure it was him, seeing his porous red skin scrunching around that glass.

"Will I look like one of Spongebob's relatives too if I drink from that glass now?", you asked, drunkness gave you courage to make fun of his appearance. He didn't seem too pleased by that comment at the beginning.

"I fucking hope so", he grinned, slamming the glass down in front of you, so the drink spilled all over the table. "Drink, if you have the courage. I'm contagious, I promise", he added.

You didn't hesitate to drink the rest of that cocktail.

His mug of beer arrived, and he drank it slowly.

"How did you know it was me?", he asked, his tone was genuinely curious, no irony. you shrugged. "I just felt it, like a sixth sense", you replied, gesturing something that was supposed to be a third eye opening on your forehead.

"Or maybe you guessed?", he giggled, making you blush even more, but you didn't want to give up on your gag. "Oh, no! I'm a psychic, that's the truth!", you insisted, so both of you laughed.

"Maybe it was", Wade then commented, after a brief pause, making you turn to him and raise an eyebrow. "It was... what was what?", you asked, and then ordered another drink.

"That encounter, last month. Maybe it was planned... and I'm starting to think this encounter was planned too. Dunno...", he told you, before taking a big gulp of beer. You chuckled, snorting a bit. "So what? Now we're soulmates?", you ironically asked. He shrugged.

"Maybe...", he murmured, but saw you had heard him. He cleared his voice. "M-maybe you drank too much", he corrected himself. But, who knows, maybe...

"I'll take you home", he said, pulling his mask back down. He thanked the red of his costume, it didn't let the others the blush on his face.

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[nyan-koii]

Hii! Do you have any recs of sebschumi fics or content on tumblr? Or like literally anything; pictures, interviews? I'm new to this duo and I'm lacking the content. :(

HI ANON !! SO SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL 💖

Thank you so so much for this question. I genuinely squealed and teared up when i saw this. Im happy theyre getting more acknowledgement and that you're willing to learn more about them !! For starters, they dont have much contents at all and most of them are quite difficult to find but i've gathered some of them that will help you to understand why this ship and their bond between one another beats every other seb's pairings 🙏 it's quite a long thread because i want to pull you down into this hole hehehehhehehehe

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1. @/effervescentdragon post of hero worshipping and yearning

: this emotional heart wrenching web weaving about sebschumi is so incredible as it gives you an insight of how they both work and play out in each other's life from the first time seb saw michael at the karting club and the times when seb reminiscence about his past with michael. This was the last straw that made me realise that sebschumi deserves so so much if not more than sebmark ngl. Everything just hurts and they did it so well with the web weaving!!

2. @/schumi-honey post about germancedes and how michael always chooses seb at the end of the day

: now this one is REALLY REALLY INTERESTING FOR ME BECAUSE michael, being in a team that gave brawn their world champion, jean todt asking him to come back into said team with a potentially wdc teammate who is also half german half finnish but races under the german flag will still find and choose sebastian vettel at the end of the day. If that doesnt sound crazy to you then i'm sorry but you're missing out. The post is incredible as it shows how does michael act with a person, and with sebastian. He changes completely !! Thats true love man.

3. @/andromedasummer post about mary sue seb

: this one gives a view of how sebastian is totally the y/n in his life story and when that moment of truth comes to your realization, you just gotta go like DAMN this kid is lucky af because a wdc michael, the pride of german at that time chooses SEBASTIAN VETTEL to be his successor among all other kids, Michael that said "this 12 year old is making my life difficult! He's so fast," to Gerhard who will later on recruit him under redbull sponsorship. Crazy right? It's like Seb is the chosen one in Michael's life. The one that will continue his legacy (people have been calling and referring him as 'baby schumi') and the one that will eventually become one of his closest friend on and outside the grid. And we also got this from the post which has never left my mind after reading it and never failed to make me cry... they both are so superior and connected with each other... red string of fate type of dynamic is so strong here....

4. Kart Club Kerpen Sebschumi

: this just means a lot to me because michael and seb first met here and to see them karting with each other, laughing and getting so so comfortable around each other's presence shows how much they've grown while indirectly growing up with one another. SEBSCHUMI YOU'RE MY WORLDDDD

5. Pranksters Sebschumi

: It's just so so fun and refreshing to see their dynamics in this one. Michael and seb being menances, partners in crime everytime they're spotted together and how seb will do anything michael asked him to even if it means causing riot in other's life,,, LIKE???? I CANT BELIEVE THESE GAYS OMG but yeah, their dynamics are soooo good i love them so much 💖

6. Recent Seb interview about Michael

: this iirc was during that time where seb did a test with porsche and then we got this interview saying how seb just misses michael which he refers to as a friend.... my heart broke im telling you i cant handle it😞 michael also said that he was glad to found seb in his life and that in his world full of ego, seb is the only one that he feels genuine to be with which michael also labelled their relationship as something special. SHOOT ME ALREADY KILL ME IM IN TEARS RIGHT NOW DAWGGG

Fic recs

Onto the good part now☺ keep in mind that we barely have any fics about them so please if any of you guys have ideas for them, dont be afraid to share it to ao3 <3 because I WILL BE THE PERSON THAT WILL THOROUGHLY ENJOY IT THE MOST LIKE I'LL BE YOUR NO 1 FAN !!! And please dont forget to comment and leave kudos to them 🙏

1. Never have I ever by Tianvette

: theres this unspoken rule created by god tianvette regarding sebschumi and honestly, it really really shaped them both into so much more because like,, that headcanon? That fanon?? It's canon now because ONLY MICHAEL CAN CALL SEBASTIAN AS "BASTI" AND NO ONE ELSE GETS TO CALL HIM THAT 🙏 so thank you to this fic for making them more special than ever.

2. Im sorry by @/n-ico-ando

: OKAY OKAY OKAY THIS IS ACTUALLY THE FIC THAT MADE ME GOT INTO OLD F1 FANDOM, SEBASTIAN VETTEL AND SEBSCHUMI ITS JUST SO GOOD OKAY?!?!? JUST READ IT AND YOU'LL GET WHAT I MEAN I LOVE THIS FIC WITH MY WHOLE LIFE IT CHANGED ME TO A BETTER PERSON AURGGHGHSHAJSA VERY VERY NORMAL WITH THIS ONE,, I SWEAR.... MY BIBLE MY CAUSE OF EUPHORIA

3. I'm gonna take mind of you with me by @/likethegardensofbabylonn

: this fic is ongoing but GOSH GOSH GOSH OH GOD THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FIRST READ IT. The settings took place with seb remembering his memories with michael before and after the accident so yeah, if you need a good heartbreaking and gut wrenching story about angsty sebschumi, this is the one because it's just so perfect with seb's thoughts his internal conflicts and how the author makes a great interpretations on seb's character. This fic feels so close to me because of how true and close the whole settings and narrations sound like with my thoughts so yes, it's something you should invest your time and think of everytime someone said sebschumi.

4. Use me Use me (cause i ain't no average groupie) by @/horn-knee-demons-anonymous

: I HAVE NO WORDS FOR THIS FIC EXCEPT THAT HOW BRILLIANT AND ALLURING THE STORY IS. I've always wanted a seb harem fic with sebschumi as the endgame considering of the drought ive been facing so when this fic came, it's as if god has heard my prayers because truly this fic alongside with the author herself, my guiding moonlight and the stars of my night, are just god given with how much they changed the trajectory of my life and im so glad i met her and able to read her works. The worldbuilding, the consistency in every single characters, the dynamics, their interactions and every single wordings here leaves you wanting for more and makes you feel like you're on the edge of your seat! It's like "am i allowed to be reading this for free!?!?" But really, this is a masterpiece so please give them all of your love and be there while it's still ongoing <3

5. Hurts by Molly_lovers1

: as a fan of dead dove with a huge favouritism of age gap and underage characters, i was super happy when i first read this fic mainly because of the struggle, the push and pull dynamics between sebschumi and their guilt ridden thoughts as well as their burning desire that makes this feels so so good yet vile to be reading. It's that kind of fic where i jerked off to every night while thinking about it lolll BUT IM SO SO SO NORMAL ABOUT IT.

6. How to treat a guest by yours truly

: shameless self promo but i was trying to spread my sebschumika agenda here☺💖 i hope you get the vision too hehe !!

Videos

The complete compilations of all known sebschumi sources can be found here though it doesnt cover much of the roc contents but still!! This one is a really really good guide for them both 🥰

Michael Schumacher and Sebastian Vettel Compilation

And ROC 2007 cuts of sebastian vettel because this was their first race together as a teammate, michael had just retired and he brought a newly fresh boy as his team to compete against all the other drivers. If that's not love and bias then i dont know what to say because oh god, this does so much to me as a person who worships sebschumi everyday.

Roc 2007 Sebastian Vettel Cuts

Articles

I cant put pictures anymore so this is all for now !! I hope by the end of this post, everyone will become and realize the true power of sebschumi 🥰🙏🔥🔥

[everf-redesign]

Aquamarine Breezie Redesign!

I....may have gone slightly insane with the breezies redesign, and if they resemble wings of fire seawings i swear thats probably because this one could probably pass for Tsunami hhhjkshdfjka

I wanted them to be a little more "creature" and less "smol pony w faerie wings". So they've got this fins on their head and their tail is a similar material, and can act as a sail to more accurately fly. They can also actually fly instead of relying on gusts of wind because im sorry that's horrible creature design the breezies are LITERALLY HELPLESS without wind HOW HAVE THEY SURVIVED PREDATORS???!?!

(ahem)

Anyways, they've also got bioluminescent spots, that allow them to signal to each other midair or during night flights. Their antennae also glow, and their unspoken language is surprisingly complex.

They do have a verbal language, but it's mostly used when communicating with non-Breezies. It's very similar to Ponytongue, but it sounds both incredibly formal and incredibly rude. They are not a kind species, and can become invasive if not heavily monitored. They ARE sentient, but with a massive superiority complex, despite the fact that they're a tenth the size of most other sentient species. They are incredibly difficult to work with. One must watch their phrasing at all times, because the breezies are INCREDIBLY literal and will take vengeance if they feel they've been slighted. They have surprisingly sharp teeth.

Sorry this turned more into a breezies as a whole instead of this breezie, but she's some background character that I've not got many headcanons on hadjsfhadkjfa

I did decide to call her Snapdragon though. If you've got any headcanons to share feel free!

[oflgtfol]

MarvelDC anon x5 sorry im back again I just wanted to say I agree 100% with everything you say and don’t rly have anything to add there that isnt just recycling your points. It’s genuinely fucking crazy how the entire point of the superhero in 90% of cases is that they are vigilantes who operate outside of the legal system and yet so many of them are given plot lines about how the cops or the military are Awesome. Or like will show them buddy buddy with cops or the government. LIKE STOP ITTTT. STOP ITTTTT. And most of the time too it’s for characters where them being hyper connected with the government etc makes their overall story Worse. Ill use flash as an example bc You Know that guy but I LOVE flash I love him as a disabled character struggling w addiction issues for personal reasons BUT HIM LOSING HIS LEGS LIKE SHOOTING PEOPLE IN THE SWANA REGION AND THEN BECOMING A GOVERNMENT GUY IS SO FUCKING ASSSSSSS IT MAKES HIM WORSE AS A CHARACTER AND A PERSON IN A WAY THAT ISNT INTERESTING BECAUSE THEY NEVER SAY ANYTHING INTERESTING ABOUT IT!!!!! Like why the fuck did Flash even become disabled in regard to Going To Commit Imperialism For The U. S. A like NYC gets destroyed on the daily!!!! Have him lose his legs by a building falling on top of him!!!! Im spitballing ideas here but why wasn’t Venom Flash uhhhhhh Him Losing his legs in an event like that, in conjunction with him saving someone else, since this is the era of Symby and Eddie's breakup Symby is slithering along + sees this and helps him out, bc you know they can make their own choices and do what they want and maybe they wanna be a hero too even for a moment, then like maybe a few months later or whatever They Meet again and Symby is like hey….. I felt something when we bonded for that brief time. Im going through something rough too right now (The Divorce) so why don’t we try something new together. AND NOW BOOM. you can have Flash as Venom. Now without the stupid venom as addiction metaphor too! Like if you really fucking want you can include stuff about the government trying to manipulate them or whatever but as a whole this would have been so much better of an angle to start venom flash with but NO that we DIDNT GET Because Of The Military Complex meaning We Cant Ever Have Good Things

i know this is so controversial among the venom fans but like i'm really not that attached to flash lmfao i know nothing about him he's just some guy to me i just know he's so much better than mac gargan cuz by god that was a dark time for venom comics.

so now i'm the one nodding along with you and not adding anything lol. i trust you to come up with a better backstory for him because i literally don't know anything about him beyond the vaguest outline. i don't even know what war he fought in that he lost his legs to i dont know Anything. eddie some little absolute freak to me but flash is just some guy

Like if you really fucking want you can include stuff about the government trying to manipulate them or whatever but as a whole this would have been so much better of an angle to start venom flash with but NO that we DIDNT GET Because Of The Military Complex meaning We Cant Ever Have Good Things

i do have to say though that this is totally how i thought venom 2011 was going to go. the first like, four-ish issues got my hopes up so much. i really honestly thought it was going to be drawing parallels between symby and flash how they are ultimately just tools of the government, just weapons that can be discarded in pushing the military's agenda.

this whole page drove me insane at the time and it still kinda does. the way flash is lying directly to his superior to stay with symby longer despite how much he's been drilled that being with the symbiote too long is a danger. they aren't friends yet this early but there's still this impulse to stick with it. and it's because they're parallels!!! the symbiote is quite literally being treated as a mindless tool by the government - it's deprived of all rights that a sentient, sapient being requires. it's trapped and it's being forced into serving and fighting on behalf of a government that doesn't even care for it. likewise, flash is being given the illusion of choice, and to some extent he still does have a choice, but he's being so manipulated by the government here that really he is also just a mindless tool for them - or at least, they want him to be mindless about it. the final fucking panel at the bottom of the final page is crazy.

it was such a strong start to a run that i was very apprehensive about due to aforementioned lack of knowledge of flash as a character, and my general fed-up-ness with the way the comics had been handling venom and eddie in general during that irl time period. so i was so so hoping that it would be taking a blatant and staunch anti-military stance, or even at the bare minimum if it was even still done in a liberal way, as long as there was still SOME criticism of the military complex i would be jumping for joy. and the idea of flash and symby then also bonding during all that?!! crazy. but then it just kinda. goes off the fucking rails halfway through that run/??? like demons and hell and satan kinda off the rails. absolute bonkers. i need to reread venom 2011 actually i barely remember it it was like a fever dream to me. could have been because i descended into madness shortly after i read it but i digress

[egophiliac]

hiii i have a question about your cheka !! did you use the professional or essential version of spine for it (im assuming you're using spine??) :0000 was debating on making some self indulgent sprites myself and i didnt know which version to buy

I use Professional! I don't use it as a professional anymore, but it works just as well for small silly things like fan-chibis. :D personally, I think the Professional features are absolutely essential (despite the cheaper version being called Essentials. it's a lie.) especially if you want to do a Twst-style chibi --I've stared at those little dudes for a looooong time trying to figure out how they work, and they're definitely using meshes, if not also constraints.

meshes are the big dealbreaker for me, since they let you weight the image to bones, and get actual deformation and bendiness:

(ignore the feather floating away, I didn't wanna fix it for the example :')

and of course, constraints are the other big thing! IK is the most obvious one:

but there's also ones that allow relative manipulation of other bones, paths, and all kinds of other fun stuff! I learned about keyable path spacing a while back and it absolutely blew my mind that you can just...DO that. god.

uhhhh yeah, sorry, I'm a Spine stan! I think Professional >>>> Essentials, although the price difference is, unfortunately, pretty steep (if it helps, I believe you can upgrade at any time for the difference in price, and for individuals it's a one-time purchase with perpetual free updates). it has a little bit of a learning curve, but once I got used to the UI I found it really intuitive, and there's plenty of documentation and tutorials!

tl;dr it's pretty expensive if you aren't using it professionally -- and you could definitely get good results using Essentials if you're clever about rigging -- but Professional is far and away the superior version.

[eyesofshan-if]

the demo was so good im dead 😫 the empress has my whole heart 😖💕

i have some questions! (nsfw!)↓ (please, only answer if comfortable)

1. i realized that the commander is viewed as bottom more often than not during the game, is it because they're Shan and consequently seen as submissive in nature?

2. if there ever are nsfw scenes in game, in the situation that the commander/RO preferences clash (top/top or bottom/bottom), could you make it so it's talked about in game? giving the option to compromise (rock, paper, scissors? lmao) or maybe opt out? it's just something that irks me in games, normally the PC has to just go along with what the RO prefers, or cancel the choice (the game treating it as if the PC is "not ready yet to do such things"). i just think it's more natural to talk about it and come to conclusions such as "i don't mind switching", "i never tried *insert preference here*, but i'd like to try it with you", "sorry i really don't enjoy doing it like that, but there's more to sex than just penetration if you want to keep going, or maybe we could just cuddle". (i'm sorry for this long ask, i'm just a fervent defender of how sex is a wide ranged topic and goes beyond missionary and the very heteronormative societal view😓)

3. in one ask you said that Hansol had experimented with fellow soldiers and how he "didn't approve of and didn't like the experience", why is it? also, did he have the "full experience" (gave and received hand/blow jobs, topped, bottomed, etc)? i also asked the second question because Hansol is the one portrayed as very much a top/dom, so in all honesty, would he bottom?

thank you for your hard work! <3

yongsun superiority!!! nsfw under the cut!!

i'm not sure if you mean bottom in a sexual manner (since i don't think there have been any nsfw leaning scenes in the story), but the mc will have to control their emotions more and bite their tongues while in hae due to their status as a slave. however, i don't think i've written them particularly dominant or submissive? so maybe you could let me know where you felt the mc acted that way

IF there are any nsfw scenes in the story, yes i'll have the characters talk about it in game!! i'm all for a healthy dose of realism in nsfw scenes

it was a very messy experience where a few soldiers were drinking after successfully raiding a geurim supply camp, and hansol was peer-encouraged/pressured into gaining some "experience" as a man. he got a handjob, sobered up and realised he was kind of uncomfortable with the whole thing, and quickly left. he doesn't approve of it because he doesn't enjoy treating people as a means to an end for pleasure, in addition to more traditional beliefs that sex should happen within the boundaries of a marriage or at least pre-existing relationship. as for bottoming... well, hansol is a service top who leans more towards domming in that sense, but i can see him being willing to try out bottoming if his partner requested it!!

[beauleifu]

Hi idk if this is the right place to request since I’m new to tumblr but I would like to request a lmk (romantic) mk x gn reader with six ears like macaques but they are not a monkey they just have six elf ear btw their ears are still sensitive to noises and I would like it y/n acted like macaque before he got killed (you can make up what you think he acted like before) I just thought it would be interesting to see how macaque and sun Wukong would react to y/n when they first meet them and how mk would be while being with them like would he be careful when going into loud places would he love messing with there ears. This can be a oneshot or a headcanon I don’t either way, sorry for the bad grammar im not that good at english

OML this is so creative I dig it so bad!! I hope you enjoy!!

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MK X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Growing up with six ears certainly does have it's perks, but when it gets noisy, you find it difficult to focus on the advantages. Noise noise noise. You hate it, you love it, you know MK loves it, and they're good for picking up on suspicious activity - like Sun Wukong and Macaque.

CW: Language

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". . . Jeez, you'd think something like this wouldn't be so expensive."

"Try the caramel filling . . . it's delicious!"

". . . Is this enough, dear?"

You frown deeply, trying hard not to cover your ears - because that would simply be too obvious. Instead, you settle for biting your lip to distract yourself and gripping your ankles.

Noise fills your head, making it hard to focus, hard to think. Sitting with your legs crossed usually helps, but not this time.

Across from you, a handsome young person - your partner.

MK seems to notice your discomfort, having been staring through narrowed eyes at the ice-cream selection. The both of you are at the café, deciding what kind of frozen treat you'd like before meeting up with MK's superiors. He calls them his friends, but legendary demons like Sun Wukong and the Six-eared Macaque don't necessarily strike you as friend material.

First off, letting those two rivals even see each other's face seems a bit risky.

However, that's not what's bothering you. It's all due to a gift that bears remarkable similarities to Macaque's trademark feature - six ears. Pointy and delicate, they're currently picking up on every single sound in the café.

To put it blandly, you're a bit overwhelmed.

"Hey, if you want we can just grab our ice-cream and skedaddle," MK offers, eyeing the crowd nervously. "Even I think this place is too loud."

Fighting a grimace, you nod. "Yeah, that'll work. I saw some benches outside."

"Perfect! Mac and the Monkey King'll just have to sit on the floor."

"Not what I meant!" You flare, catching MK's mischievous grin. He's doing this to distract you from the noise, and thankfully it's working. The both of you stand and wait in line as you pull up your hoodie to cover your ears, hoping to muffle some of the sounds.

When MK glances your way, you offer a smile.

He takes your hand, squeezes gently.

"I'm sooo excited for you to meet them, y'know," MK drabbles on, eyes shining. "You read the stories, right?? The legendary Sun Wukong, daring and adventurous and way more stubborn in real life. And Macaque! The six-eared Macaque - ring a bell?"

You blow a raspberry. "Yeah, I heard he's got a knack for killing first and asking questions later."

"So he's got a bad reputation! You'll see, (Y/N), they're great."

Your partner continues smiling and talking as you near the front of the line. He tends to do this in loud places so you have a focus, so it's easier to drown out all the other sounds.

Unlike Macaque, you can't really tune it all out.

In no time at all, the two of you approach the front and place your orders. Something cold and refreshing for the heat of the outdoors, and perhaps something to distract you, as well.

"You wanna try the flavor I got?" MK offers, arm linked through yours.

"What flavor?"

"Kiwi."

You smile, shrugging indifferently. "Eh, I'll pass. I got my own treat that you paid for. Thanks again for that."

"No problem!" Your partner pops a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth and pauses to savor the taste. When you both claim the bench under a large, brown shade umbrella that oversees the park across the street, MK kicks one foot over the other and lets out a satisfied sigh. "That hits the spot."

Humming appreciatively, you take a bite of your serving and smile. Oh, it does.

After glancing at his watch, MK spares you a glance. "I told them to meet us here at noon."

"So we got ten minutes to kill?"

"That's a bit extreme," MK chuckles, mouth full of ice-cream. "How 'bout we hold hands instead? That's romantic, don't'cha think? I haven't held your hand in three hours."

You can't help a snort. "You grabbed my hand this morning."

"Doesn't count. You slipped; I had to catch you."

Sure, the monkie menace is wearing his signature grin that hints at the playful undercoat to his mocking demeanor, but you're not having it. Swatting him (lightly), you swivel on the bench to deliver a proper counter attack.

"Wanna explain the orange juice spilled in such a precise way that I happened to slip on it?"

MK catches the tone in your voice, but he doesn't give up.

"You're blaming me based on a coincidence??"

You throw your head back with a laugh, the sound blotting out all the other noises in the area. It's not that bad while you're outside; at least the noise is spread out, like the birds chirping angrily at a dog barking up their tree in the distance.

Wearing a fond smile, you lean back against the arm of the bench, kicking your legs over MK's. "I totally am."

"You don't play fair," MK snorts.

Cocking a brow, you smirk at him over a spoonful of ice-cream. "Since when did I ever?"

"Oh, good, you're defeating yourself for me," your partner says, feigning relief. After a small pause, the both of you catch each other's eye and share a small laugh, MK going to pat your leg good-heartedly. "You must be nervous if you're attacking me with your numbo jumbo chat you say when you're bored."

He's being cheeky now?

"Nervous? To meet the legendary monkey demons who you miraculously befriended?" You say, brow furrowing. "Nah. I trust you to keep them in line."

MK rubs the back of his neck. "That's a weird way of putting it."

"My defense strategy is using your adorable-ness."

"You just made it weirder."

"I don't possess your charm," you deadpan, then offer a smile. "But I do have my fists!"

The Monkie Kid's pretty laugh fills your ears, and your chest swells with pride and fondness. They reach over with one hand to brush behind your ear, eyes twinkling knowingly as they say; "Yeah, and you also have these fluffy doo-hickeys that literally saved my life when I didn't catch Pigsy walking up the stairs to check if I was asleep last night!"

"True! You are in debt to me! A lifetime of service!" You laugh, fending him off, but to no avail.

You'll never admit it, but you're a sucker for physical touch.

MK suddenly sucks up his laugh - a strange, strangled inhale of air through a constricted windpipe as he whips out his phone. it had buzzed just moments ago.

Through narrowed eyes, you both read the text.

[We're here, buddy!]

"Huh. You'd think a superior immortal demon wouldn't bother to familiarize himself with a phone," you mumble thoughtfully.

MK shrugs, looking around the area, eyes scanning each and every individual that strolls by, as well as the figures in the park. His hand unconsciously finds yours sitting in your lap and laces his fingers through yours. You squeeze lightly and look up to study his features, sitting comfortably with your legs still slung over his. Perhaps it's wrong to assume, but you're almost positive MK is the most nervous out of the two of you.

"Hey, we don't have to force this," you offer. "There's no rush."

The Monkie Kid blinks, as though realizing that you'd noticed what he was doing. Running his free hand through his thick, dark hair, he locks eyes with you and puffs a sigh.

"No, I've been waiting for this moment for so long. I guess you could call it my destiny to be nervous."

You match his smile with one of your own. "Heh. Destiny."

His eyes twinkle knowingly.

Either of you could've said something more, could've acknowledged the people sparing you two curious glances, could've went back into the café to experiment with more ice-cream flavors (you both had finished yours), but the opportunity is stripped from your fingers.

At that moment, a gust of wind has you instinctively burying your face into MK's shoulder, wincing at the loud noise.

"Ohshit-"

"Hiya, bud! Glad we found ya!"

A beat.

You feel MK's fingers tighten around yours, and it's an invitation to look up and observe the scene. Blinking your eyes open, you turn from the comfort of MK's jacket, legs sliding off as your feet plant firmly on the concrete floor.

Slowly, your jaw drops south and hangs there in utter shock.

You've read the books.

Hell, you've seen the goddamn movies.

In person, it's a hell of a lot scarier to see the one and only Monkey King in person. Despite wearing a jaunty, carefree grin paired with sparkling orange eyes, he radiates intimidating energy.

Standing just beyond the majestic tower of muscle and fur is another demon, the shadow lord.

Arms folded, he glares at both you and MK, eyebrows raised.

His eyes flick momentarily to your ears, but other than a twitch of his nose, you hardly get a reaction from him.

"OH- oh my gosh, you made it! Monkey King!" MK jumps to his feet, perhaps trying to decide whether to salute Wukong or trap him in a bear hug. The latter is decidedly more difficult, so MK sticks with straightening up and saluting his mentor.

The act promptly crumbles, for in the next moment MK swarms the Monkey King, who simply stands there with a fond smile.

"How was the trip? Was it far? Hard? I have snacks if you're hungry- oh, ice-cream! (Y/N) and I had some while we were waiting but if you want I have some extra money so we can-"

The monkey demon decides to stop his protégé in his tracks.

"Who-hoa, calm down," Sun Wukong says, patting MK's head. With a good-hearted scoff, he looks around. "No need for any extremities, this place is great. Perfect place to chill - did I ever mention I liked parks and cafes?"

MK stares, dumbfounded. "Uhh, no."

"Well, I do! Unlike someone else here," Wukong adds with a surprising amount of venom.

You catch him glance at Macaque hovering a few feet away.

The shadow lord's brow furrows in question. "What."

"Oh, I dunno. Kinda figured you preferred moldy dark caves cause that's the essence of your soul," Wukong mutters, rolling his eyes when Macaque bares his teeth. "C'mon, I was joking. You're more of the hates-peace-and-chill in general type."

The six-eared monkey demon sticks his nose up in the air, stiff as a board. "I see how it is. You plan to destroy MK's little hang-out with tacky insults."

"MK's fine with it! Right, bud?" Sun Wukong gives MK a wide-eyed look.

Poor, poor MK.

There's no way he would disagree with his mentor, simply because he hasn't the heart to create an opening for an argument.

You feel the need to step in.

Offering your hand before MK could agree like the gullible darling he is, you crack a smile. "Eh, I'm sure he'd much rather spend his time checking up on you guys. I'm (Y/N), by the way. MK invited you here so we could meet?"

There's a small bout of silence in which Sun Wukong and Macaque observe you.

Just to curious, reserved entities.

You sense them judge your character, your appearance, your entire being it seems, in the span of a few seconds. Then we're back to reality.

Sun Wukong huffs an accommodating sigh. "He did mention something about a partner."

"I also mentioned how AWESOME they are," MK pipes in.

You snort. "Not as awesome as the legendary Sun Wukong and his nemesis," you say, glancing at Macaque curiously. The shadow lord has offered hardly a word of conversation. You feel his mood is greatly dampened by the company of a certain immortal someone. Not much you can do to help, though.

"Let's sit down," MK offers, then pauses as he reconsidered. "Eh, hold that thought. You guys want ice-cream?"

You deadpan. "Bro, we just had some."

"They haven't."

The two monkey demons don't look particularly interested in ice-cream, but you could be wrong. Nonetheless, you feel the need to play your cards.

"You shouldn't waste your checks on temporary things!"

A glimmer of mischief flashes in MK's beautiful eyes. He steps close, smiles down at you. "Aha, but that's where you're wrong, (Y/N)," he snickers, tapping your nose fondly. You blink at the show of affection as he continues. "The memories we create here sure aren't temporary. I mean, unless you've got amnesia or something."

You can't help a grudging laugh, turning to face Wukong and Macaque. "Okay, fine. But I'm paying. Who's up for something cold and sweet?"

Hmm.

Perhaps you were wrong.

As you browse the large selection of ice-cream flavors, you notice the demons slowly showing their interest.

Or maybe it's just because MK is hyping them up over the kiwi flavor. Either way, you're happy to pay for the items and head out of the noisy, yet pretty café. You'd noticed Macaque giving your ears a few more curious glances, but that's it.

He does confront you on your way to the park, though.

You'd just so happened to sidle up next to him as MK catches up with his mentor, and feel the need to start some small talk.

"So you're the six-eared Macaque, huh?"

The shadow lord glances down at you, seemingly uninterested. "Seems like I'm not the only six-eared out there, contrary to popular opinion. Which was solely mine."

"I'm not a demon, if that's what you're wondering."

"It's not. I didn't care at all."

Uh-huh.

You roll your eyes and opt for a smile. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Ex mentor of MK."

"Coulda chosen a better title," Macaque snorts irritably.

You bite back a retort, that MK could've chosen a better mentor to teach him the ways of the monkey. Thankfully that whole fiasco ended in a positive note, yet you still find yourself having to reassure MK that people make mistakes. People make bad choices. What matters is what they learn from those mistakes.

Speaking of MK.

You excuse yourself, deciding that Macaque cares not as to whether or not you stay.

Sidling up next to your partner, you slip your fingers through his and keep your eyes ahead, listening absently to whatever he and his mentor were discussing. Something about future training plans.

There's always something new to learn, huh?

MK swivels to glance at you. "Did the most attractive person in the world just take my hand, or am I still dreaming?"

"Other way around, babe," you say.

He snorts a doubtful laugh, then gives your hand a squeeze. "How ya doing? The noises aren't bothering you, are they? We've been outside for awhile now."

"Don't worry about me, I've dealt with this for years."

Sun Wukong tilts his head, having been listening in. "Sensitive to loud noises, huh? Well, I guess that's one thing you and Macaque have in common."

Upon hearing his name, Macaque's eyes are suddenly laser focused on the three of you.

Oblivious, you smile. "It's not that bad, I've only ever bled out my ear once."

"Wha-"

MK's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, and you laugh before he could interrogate you. "Joking! I was joking. It's never that bad., don't worry."

"Ha!" Sun Wukong flashes MK a wink. "Glad you picked someone with a fun side, bud."

Ho boy.

The one and only Monkey King, complimenting you?

You're grin is wide, matching MK's as he nods eagerly. "Yup! I got lucky, huh?"

"Hell no! I got lucky," you fire, laughing.

It's a war neither of you have won yet. Who loves who more?

Everyone's been through that war.

You glance over your shoulder, once - not twice, because Macaque meets your gaze the first time. He still looks uninterested in being your friend, perhaps he's uninterested in being MK's friend, too. But you know he cares. Otherwise, why wouldn't he be here?

Besides, you're sure he doesn't care for ice-cream.

But he got some because MK asked. Another thing you two have in common.

Your eyes slowly travel to study MK's brilliant features again, your hand still holding his. He's resumed talking with Sun Wukong, licking his ice-cream cone with a peaceful smile on his face.

He's been through so much.

You're glad you met him instead of someone else.

[cupcraft]

I just think it needs to be said that adults have to regulate themselves in online spaces in a way that is responsible for minors in fandom spaces. This will be long im sorry.

And im not specifically talking about adults with lists of DNI minors and block anyone at or under a certain age as well as make it clear their blog may not be safe for minors (ie spaces with a lot of nsfw content). Though curating an experience is a big part of being responsible of course. This post though is mostly delving into adults' behavior and how you need to be aware of your behavior.

For example, if you're an adult who purposefully curates a blog dedicated to fandom discourse, harming other people in the fandom, vagueing, and just having general toxicity about people ESPECIALLY when the targets of said harassment and toxicity are often the youngest in the fandom this is something you really need to reevaluate yourself about for a million reasons but including how this harms and serves as a poor example to younger people what a fandom space is meant to be. Like when I see minors involved in these types of toxicity, not to say they shouldn't be informed or held accountable or the ppl harmed should forgive them, but as an adult I mostly feel sad. I feel sad because I hope they're going to be okay when they're my age and look back on themselves. I hope they're safe esp when the adults around them act like this kind of behavior is normal and okay even though they've long graduated high school (even though ot wasn't okay then either for the record). Like does it not bother you that you're an adult who feels superior sending hate campaigns and ask box harassment and cyberbullying to minors on the internet because you're insecurities are that large and you've no ability to regulate them healthily? Does it not bother you that you teach young ppl in the fandom to do similarly by your actions, and affect their experience? Does the harm not bother you?

Because it should bother you. When you grow up especially in online fandom spaces you do need to be more aware of not only your words in general, but how many people may look up to you and use you as example and that you have a responsibility to be healthy online for the sake of yourself, others, and esp the youngest of the fandom.

Because it hurts to think ppl can grow up in fandom to think "oh sending kys and gore and dead animals over [insert discourse] plus potentially bigotry is normal because everyone around me does it and I want to fit in and I also fear speaking up against the adults who do this because you know the harassment".

And you might say "well cup im just gonna block all minors the end I get to harass people forever hahaha haha!" And well okay, but for another post (plus ones I've made before) there's still a million reasons this is fucked up you see but I'm just focusing on one aspect rn in this post.

And then there's the adults in fandom who all of a sudden hit my age and all they do is belittle kids and the way they act and there is all of a sudden a Certain Maturity that needs to be upheld for Everyone but Especially Adults.

So on the first point this includes adults who are like "I hate kids!!!! They are so [insert anything negative]" and it includes any comment to meta/writing/art/etc that is like not allowing a younger person in fandom to grow. Like the way I talked as 11 years on the internet was incomprehensible and frankly would've been subject to "omg kids are so cringe ew!" For sure these days, ig I was lucky my online friends were also 11 at the time. Looking at my old fandom Meta posts when I was 15, like I could imagine the way I see adults talking about takes like "oh shit I was worse!" Which is just a bag full of insecurity for me, but I also can't imagine being young in fandom and directly experiencing such critiques all the time. Like does it not bother you, once again? That you don't want to see kids in fandom grow into their creativity and co-exist safely in fandom as they do in public and experience overall and public joy? Why do you hate I mean hateee kids as an adult and why does their joy spark hate and misery in you (you might need therapy or to work that out srsly). And do the effects of your actions not bother you? What do you think you're doing other than silencing the creativity and joy in people and invoking ways to people please or for minors to Act Mature (in reality acting the way these adults want to avoid harassment ofc!) Instead of of course just experiencing joy and fun and community as they would normally.

And that brings me to my last pt of the effects of you hit [adult age] and must Act Mature and not Care About Cringe Fandoms or Watch Cartoons and do anything that would indicate you god forbid Don't Have a Real Job. This is the reality for growing up in fandom its finite once you're 19 no more Cringe of course /s! Because I've been subject to this take before as a criticism, and I've seen essays about how adults who watch Bluey are destroying the world forever, and I can take it because I go to therapy and I'm secure in my own maturity where it matters and joy where it matters. But imagine how younger people in the fandom feel. Like you're basically telling kids "btw once you're at Adult Age you must stop having fun forever and you must have a Real Job (or Education) and stop enjoying Immature things like fandom (even though I am in fandom btw im not a hypocrite saying this) or you're a freak immature adult who will never grow up". Like wow.

Like the conservative and near unnuanced take of to be Mature you need a real job (whatever that means) and to only watch adult shows in a normal manner (again whatever that means) aside, like you're really telling kids to grow up and be insecure. I'm serious! Like of course as you grow up it's important to mature no duh, but with real maturity means realizing there are times to be serious and there are times to enjoy things. Maturity doesn't mean I can never watch bluey god forbid else I have a not real job or become media illiterate as a consequence (esp when actually marketing wise a lot of kids shows are meant to also be entertaining for adults watching with their kids... and lo and behold your media literacy doesn't go away magically the moment the show starts). Like you really want younger ppl in fandom to be miserable and grow up miserable and create a cycle of miserable lest they become Cringe Adults that watch a harmless cartoon and enjoy it.

I'm never good at ending rants like this but conclusion. Get a grip on yourself and insecurities and be really careful how you foster fandom community for yourself but also to those that grow up in these spaces too.

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i hate to be Edgy but sx-blinds actually creep me out so much. Like they think I'm the weird one but they're the weird ones. There's only so much surface level "uwu this is my freeeend because we hang out and consoom together" bullshit I can take. But that seems to be the way they interact with each other and the world. Sx blinds have these stable friend groups where they call each other friends but nobody actually seems to know anyone on a deeper level, they just go out and do things together and have laughs and that's enough for them. It's ok that nobody really knows anybody beyond the details of each other's lives because they're all basic. It's cute I guess but also mind numbingly boring when you try to be a part of these groups because you're trying to hang out with one of the SX blind people and get to know them.

Sp-blinds are so superior at least for my needs because they come with big friend groups, but also with the SX need to bond 1-1. Ime they see themselves as "in it but not of it" when it comes to how they relate to the SOC world (regardless of sx/so or so/sx). I'm not creeped out or bored to death by the way sp-blinds interact with their friends let alone with me. and because they have SX they also tend to understand my need to withdraw, as opposed to the SX blinds who see my boredom / detachment / issues with their group as some sort of rejection of them individually. because sad fact is they have over-identified with the group they are a part of and often can't even tell themselves apart from it. Sorry Sx-blinds but you feel robo to me