:: summary— your sugar
daddy says you don’t have to sleep with him if you don’t want to…trouble is,
you do want to. You’re just nervous
and a little inexperienced, but he catches on quick and begins to teach you the
true pleasures of sex, andboy, are they good…
Hello! How would you write a dialogue in which a character is freaking out about something? I generally have them word vomit but I don't really like that style. If its too much could you show me an example as well?
You could definitely word vomit – especially if your character is hysterical – but that’s not the only way to do it by any means. I know a few other ways.
1. Calmly. This is strange, considering your character is freaking out, but the freak-out is internal – they’re shutting themselves off due to shock. In this case, they would be quiet, sane, and even if what they’re saying is illogical, it would probably sound reasonable.
“I was right there when she shot him. He dropped like a sack of flour. I figured he was gone as soon as the bullet hit his chest. So now I’ve decided I’m gonna go after her. Right now. And I’m gonna kill her.” “What? You can’t do that!” “Sure I can. She killed him, so I kill her. It’s called justice.” “But- With just your bare hands?” “The way I feel right now, my bare hands are more than enough.”
Notice how the character who just watched their friend die in front of them isn’t yelling, isn’t stuttering, isn’t getting angry or crying – they’re perfectly calm, almost to the point of complete emotional shutdown.
2. Angrily. Some people get angry when they lose control and freak out – it scares them, and the fear manifests itself as anger. This type particularly happens when they’re upset about something and other characters aren’t taking it seriously or are shrugging off their concerns.
“No! It’s happening tonight! We don’t have time to think, or weigh things, we need to fucking leave! Now!” “We can’t. You know that, and you’d remember that, if you were thinking straight-” “I am thinking straight! It’s you who’s fucked in the head. I don’t give a damn what you think we can and can’t do, we need to clear out of here, right this second.”
As you can see, this character is freaking out – their concerns may or may not have a firm foundation, but obviously they are concerned, and that concern is manifesting itself as fury.
3. By stuttering. For some people, it’s hard to talk when they panic, because their minds race forward ahead of their mouths and they get tongue-tied. I typically see/use this with more anxious characters, or with characters who aren’t typically good at speaking anyways (in other words, who are uncomfortable talking).
There are a couple of different ways to stutter: a. Repeat the beginning of each word.
“I tr-tried to s-save him, but he wuh-wouldn’t l-let me … he knew it was g-going to happen. It’s my f-fault!”
(However, keep in mind that this kind of stuttering is more as if your character is crying and trying to talk through sobs and hiccups. Please use it sparingly – it can get old fast.)
b. Repeat words.
“No. No, I don’t know what’s going on, Ricky. Ricky, why would I have any idea? Don’t fucking look at me like that, Ricky. Don’t look at me like I’m lying.”
c. Insert filler sounds: “ah”, “uh”, “um”, and/or curse words.
“I, uh, I- fuck. I, ummm, I think maybe, ah, maybe we should leave?”
For more on stuttering – it can be hard to peg correctly – check out this post.
I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven
You know what makes Rogue One so incredibly genius? The simplicity. It seems like a fault at the beginning, something just doesn’t feel right: the characters don’t seem like protagonists, the story doesn’t seem that important, everything feels like a side story that no one ever knew… and then you realize that that’s exactly what it is, its not supposed to be a big flashy story with your typical heroes, its a story about a bunch of nobodies who did a very small part of the rebellion, but without them nothing would’ve happened.
Nobody gave them recognition, nobody even cared, but they saved countless lives and died with no fame or recognition. Just like it happens in real life.
“So let me get this straight, your brother’s bringing his
girlfriend home for dinner this weekend and you ‘sorta’ blurted out that you
have a girlfriend too just because you want to prove that he’s wrong about you
not being able to keep a girl?”
Sheepishly, Jungkook smiles and rubs the back of his
neck. “Yeah, sorta.”
At his nonchalance, you lightly smack his chest; it’s not
like he’s going to feel anything if you straight out punch him anyway. “He’s
So, now that we’ve experienced the thoroughly explosive new Stevenbomb, there’s a
burning question that we all want the answer to:
What happens next?!
Steven’s now willing en-route to Homeworld in order to keep
his friends safe from harm, the Crystal Gems powerless to stop this
heartbreaking scenario from playing out right in front of their eyes.
They’ll need a plan, and fast. But the glaring issue here is that their only
space craft has been stolen reunited with its rightful owner again. The upshot of this, of course, is that the
Crystal Gems now have no way of reaching space.
Or, do they…?
Upon being freed from the mirror – and subsequently healed –
by Steven, Lapis couldn’t get off the Earth fast enough. In a relatively short amount of time, she was
able to fly herself all the way back to Homeworld without the aid of a vehicle.
We know that, Peridot aside, Steven is the one person who
Lapis cares for the most. She’s already
effectively sacrificed herself to save him in the past (this being her logic,
no matter how questionable it might have been, when forming Malachite in order
to stop Jasper from hurting Steven) – so she’s going to jump at the chance to
save him again.
I daresay that the Crystal Gems will be well aware of this
and will want/need to enlist her help, along with Peridot’s. Peridot is, of course, the most “modern” Gem
of the group and is the only one with prior experience of the current-day
However, another issue could arise here because (in a manner
of speaking) Aquamarine and Topaz were sent to Earth because of Peridot. If she hadn’t
filed that report all the way back in Marble
Madness, things might have played out very differently indeed.
I’ve theorised in the past that Peridot is internalising a
lot of the guilt that she undoubtedly feels for her past actions (trying to
kill Steven, the fusion experiments, almost leaving the Earth to be torn apart
by the Cluster, etc) and that, eventually, something
would cause all of this guilt to come spilling out. I have to wonder if she’s going to blame
herself for Steven’s capture and that, ultimately, this is going to be the
thing that tips her guilt over the edge.
Peridot has recently been showing an awful lot of compassion
to one individual in particular, continually putting this individual’s happiness
and comfort first…
Could it now be Lapis’ turn to be there for Peridot, just as
Peridot has been for her?
When Lapis and Peridot find out what happened to Steven,
there’s going to be a lot of upset
from everyone. Sometimes upset can turn
to anger, and blame might start being attributed all around. Perhaps the Crystal Gems themselves will begin blaming Peridot for what happened.
I can’t stop thinking about Peridot feeling guilty and
getting very upset about the whole thing, prompting Lapis to say “It’s not your
fault, Peridot…” before glaring at
the Crystal Gems and adding something like “You’re not the one who let them take him!”
I feel like Lapis might be harbouring some resentment for
the Crystal Gems and that she’s going to see Steven’s capture as being another reason
not to trust them. As I mentioned
earlier, Lapis considers that she actually sacrificed herself to save Steven –
so this line of logic could lead her to thinking that the Crystal Gems could
have done more to prevent him from being taken.
Is it fair to apportion blame like this? No – but that’s what can happen when
something this distressing and
Regardless of whether or not the “blame game” comes to
fruition, everyone will have to calm down from their upset eventually and
figure out what to do. They’ll have to
set aside any differences/disagreements that they may have and come together in
order to rescue the one person who ultimately binds them all together – Steven.
And this is where
things could get very interesting indeed.
Lapis can travel through space, but it’s unlikely that she would have the physical strength to
carry multiple Gems with her.
However…what if she’s not just Lapis
at this point?
I think a fusion between Lapis, Peridot and the Crystal Gems
(effectively creating another Alexandrite-esque Gem) is highly unlikely, for a
number of reasons.
Alexandrite is an incredibly powerful Gem – and so was Malachite,
Lapis’ only other fusion to date. If one
were to combine these forces, the resulting Gem would be unstoppable. This would be ideal,
of course; but, from a storytelling point of view, it offers a solution that’s
too simple. A “get out of jail free”
card, if you like.
There’s also the aforementioned issue of Lapis perhaps not
fully trusting the other Crystal Gems yet, as well as a huge question mark
hanging over the stability of a fusion involving six Gems. Lapis has also
been left traumatised by her experience as Malachite, so I feel like she’d only
fuse again with someone who she was very close to – with a dire emergency like this
one being the catalyst to get her to try fusing with someone again out of
Luckily, there is someone
who Lapis fully trusts, who she spends almost all her time alongside, and who
she’s living a very harmonious relationship with…
…and so this might be where we finally see our Lapidot fusion!
To me, it makes absolute perfect sense. Lapis can fly through space at an alarming
rate, Peridot knows all about modern Homeworld – and, if necessary, their
fusion might actually be able to carry the other Crystal Gems along with them!
Imagine a scene where Steven is in a room on Homeworld (or,
alternatively, still on-board Aquamarine and Topaz’s ship). Suddenly, a new Gem – the Lapidot fusion –
comes bursting through the door, the Crystal Gems in her arms/clinging onto her
back. That would be an amazing scenario.
Of course, the nature of the show is such that we see
everything from Steven’s perspective. I
wonder if the show will break this convention soon in order to show what’s
happening on Earth ahead of Steven’s inevitable rescue. We obviously know he’s going to get rescued somehow, but the tension and build-up
would be somewhat watered-down if we see the Crystal Gems’ plan play out in the
form of a The New Crystal Gems style
flashback episode. That’s still a
distinct possibility, of course, but I must admit that it’d be nice to see the
show’s formula get slightly shaken up in the next episodes.
Having a secret for so long that suddenly becomes public was uncomfortable and dread inducing. A part of you you’d kept locked away from prying eyes for years had not only been thrown into the spotlight, but shown to the one person you hadn’t wanted to see it. You felt naked, you hadn’t been ready to let the world know you were completely in love with Byun Baekhyun, but at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel a little relieved. The weight of keeping it hidden was gone off your shoulders but they still remained sagged from the pain in your chest.
Enough excuses for parents who abused their kids but “meant the best”. They “meant the best” for themselves, not for the kids. It’s fucking easy to just rely on emotional abuse, threats, humiliation, shame, guilt and violence to get your way and to force your kid to stay in control and to sabotage and fuck up the child’s life so you would feel good about it, and then to just remind yourself “i meant the best” to feel no guilt about doing so whatsoever. Just repeating to yourself “it doesn’t hurt them” and “they deserved it” while actively forcing your child to keep all the obvious trauma symptoms out of sight or ensuring the child believes it’s their own damn fault for feeling the way they do.
You know what’s not easy? Having your parent force control of your life via emotional abuse, threats, shame, humiliation, violence. Your parent getting into your own head and gaslighting your senses until you feel worthless and insane and like a monster, until you don’t dare to feel your own feelings, until you’re ashamed of the pain you feel and can’t see yourself as anything other than a horrible burden and nothing you do can ever change that or make you good enough. You know what’s even harder? Still believing that your parent “meant the best” and not even daring to blame them and still being forced to draw the conclusion that it was after all, all your fault, for existing as you do, for being who you are, for not ever being good enough! And then, on top of all of it, hearing the rest of the world agree with the parent’s view, pressuring you to never blame them, to forgive them, to never hold them responsible, to “be better” and understand them, to not ever try to place blame on anyone but yourself because then you’re the monster.
Just. How. Is. One. Supposed. To. Heal. From. That. Healing can’t even begin until the blame is placed on the parent! This person literally benefited from their child’s suffering! They did not get affected negatively from it at all, they didn’t even care, they walked away satisfied and getting what they wanted while the child now has a lifetime of traumatic consequences and mental illness problems! Their freedom is taken away, their quality of life reduced, their relationships and friendships sabotaged, their confidence crushed! They’re placed at extra risk for addictions and obsessions because they keep falling into the black pit of trauma no matter how hard they try to distract and their life is heavy and painful no matter how well they do afterwards! Their brain can’t regulate stress properly anymore! Abuse causes literal brain damage and all this is just so the parents would get their way! And you all still insist they shouldn’t feel guilty about it or be faced with consequences of their abuse? They shouldn’t fucking admit to themselves and to their children what they’ve done? If the truth will kill them, let them die. Abused children’s right to heal comes way before the abusers feeling good about themselves.
1. Sometimes you don’t make a solid group of friends straight away, so don’t feel too upset. I’m a second year and I’ve only really now started adding people on Facebook and forming casual friendships. It happens. If you do make good friends - awesome.
2. Pre-readings and online modules prior to lectures and/or tutorials. DO THEM. Skim through readings if you’re short on time, and do the prep work the week before. Trust and save yourself from having to go through everything within days (multiplied by X units) before your exams.
3. Realising once you’re in your new home no, you did not need to pack every belonging you have, because yes, everything DOES. NOT. FIT.
4. Realising how much stuff you have but don’t need.
5. If moving out of home, bills and rent or paying for accommodation can be STRESSFUL.
7. How sometimes boring general core units are. It sucks but have to be done.
8. Your tutor not haggling you about studying more and stuff, ‘cause that’s all on you. If it’s the tutor’s fault, I would suggest bringing that up with the head of the school/faculty or even your student guild to think of solutions.
9. By approx. week 5 to week 6, class numbers begin to exponentially drop, most significantly within the last three weeks of semester.
10. Yes, older people study at uni too. Most of them are nice, genuine, and nervous. Yes, sometimes they do older people things.
11. There are many, many intelligent and kind people in university.
12. Some people have significantly different work ethics.
13. Going to the wrong class across the year is a-OK. I walked into an upper year math lecture and realised the lecturer wasn’t who mine actually was. Whispered very loudly “OH MY GOD” and walked straight out. We’ve all been there. Just kindly walk out and pretend nothing even happened.
14. University life is more than academics. Take a leap and do things.
15. You’ll have to do more than your degree to get to where you want to be.
16. People party a lot, you can be one of them but if you want to keep up your grades, please balance it with your studies, work and other commitments!
17. University can either be harder or easier than high school. For me? Easier so far. Further units will be difficult. But you’ll learn a lot of useful and enriching knowledge which is worth something more than what you might learn in high school.
18. Seating plans don’t exist, but if you’re gonna change seats every week, you’re most definitely messin’ up the system.
What other things can first years expect? Whether you’re fresh out of first-year like me or a tertiary education veteran, I’ll make sure to update this continuously with all of our input!
I'm 14 going on 15 and I hate how so many people who take a character that was just my age, and make creepy art and fic about him. I'm about to turn his current age and have been propositioned since I was 11 and was always told that adults who try things like that are perverts. So why is it when a bunch of 20 somethings pushing a teen who is around my age into a sexual relationship with an adult and do explicit crap, it's not perverted and gross? What about the teens who are feeling sexualized?
First off, thanks for writing me and being polite in your message.
The first thing I want to address is this: you should never be made to feel sexualized. Unless it’s with someone you want to be sexual with, like a crush of yours. Even with someone you consider a crush, if you don’t want to feel that way and don’t want to do anything that can be considered sexual (be it even a kiss), you should never feel forced. This is not just now because you’re a teen, this is something that all of us go through and need to keep in mind even in our 20s, 30s and so on.
I’m so sorry that you feel that wayin real lifebecause some adults are absolutely disgusting. They are. Adults that prey on children are absolutely disgusting and horrifying and you should call them out, tell your parents or your teachers or the police. I’m not kidding here. I know it’s hard and you might feel like you’re going to be made fun of, or that they won’t believe you, or that they will side with the adult, or that will belittle you and tell you it’s not a big deal. If you tell someone you trust, they won’t do all those things. Go with your guts. Tell, even if someone only threw nasty words at you or catcalled you (and I really hope you never went through anything heavier than that). In those cases there won’t be much that you can do, but telling someone will help.
What I can tell from your message, is that you
(subconsciously or not)
equate sex with generally being nasty and perverted. This will probably be unnecessary, but I’ll say it anyway: sex is not inherently gross or disgusting or creepy. If you feel that it is, then it means you’re not ready to enter a sexual relationship, and that’s perfectly fine and normal. I won’t tell you that that’s only because of your age, because some people never (or very rarely) show any interest in sex (it’s called asexuality and it falls under the LGBT+ spectrum). Whether you do end up growing to want sex or not doesn’t matter here.
What matters is that now you clearly don’t want to see sex and anything to do with it in your fandom experience and that’s fine. Tumblr offers you ways to make your experience better and show you only the content you want to see. Block any nsfw tag. Don’t follow blogs whose description clearly states that they post nsfw (like mine). Tumblr is a big and scary place if you just take everything it throws at you (be it ship hate, nsfw stuff, etc). The thing with it is that it can’t cater to everyone’s tastes, so you have to be active about blocking the stuff that YOU don’t want to see. Other 14-going-on-15 year olds might be okay seeing nsfw fanart and posts and that will be their Tumblr experience, but you should definitely take measures to protect yourself from what you don’t want to see.
Now, the thing about Otayuri is that no matter how you twist it, it’s not illegal to ship it, even in a sexual way. You should definitely read this post about it, because the thing is, as much as we can project our feelings and real-world stuff into anime characters, they’re not real.
I assure you that if Yuri on Ice was a flesh and bone show things would be different. I don’t really watch any current TV shows with teens in them so I can’t speak for what other fandoms do with their ship, whether they’re sexualized or not. I can only speak for this silly and amazing anime that’s been consuming my life for the past seven months or so.
Anime and cartoon characters are a safe way to explore things about real life. Whether it be sex or depression or anxiety or simply falling in love, we can all identify with an anime character and see our flaws, our fears and our history in them.
The thing you have to remember is that we (I’m speaking for the slightly older part of the fandom since I’m in my twenties) have been Yuri’s age. We’ve very likely had crushes on boys or girls that were a bit younger, our age or slightly older (like Otabek is). So I think for most of us, shipping Otayuri is a way to remember what it feels like to be a teen and be in love/have a huge crush. We will never be that age again, and maybe there’s things we regret not doing, crushes we wish we had confessed. By shipping Otayuri in an active way (meaning: drawing fanart or writing fanfiction) we can explore things we experienced as teens (or wish we had) and pour a little bit of ourselves in Yuri’s (or Otabek’s) character.
Those things might involve anything from simple fluff or rough sex, because, accept it or not, some people at 15 or 16 were (are) having sex of all kinds. Sweet, loving, rough, vanilla, kinky, you-name-it sex. So not to explore that aspectin a healthy way (through fics or fanart) would be lying about what reality is, it would be denying that we ever thought about or had sex at that age.
Much like with blocking tumblr content, you can choose what kinds of fanfiction you read. Only read General and Teen and Up tagged things, read about fluff and about falling in love in a sweet innocent way. Read anything tagged “Ace!Yuri” (it means asexual, the thing I was telling you about before).
But please understand this: when we sexualize Yuri, we’re mostly sexualizing our (often past) selves. Not other teens, not other real-life people. Yuri doesn’t exist in real life, and many of us see bits and pieces of ourselves in him. When we write about him we really write about ourselves, be it because we want to see how we (maybe a little sassier and bitchier version of us) would have confessed a crush to our best friend, or would have handled the aftermath of having just shoved our gloved fingers in said best friend’s mouth in front of thousands of people. Fanfiction is a study about versions of ourselves that never existed, but might as well have.
Another thing I need to make clear: Otabek is not an adult. I assure you that the morning of your 18th birthday you won’t feel like an adult. You’ll feel like the you from yesterday and it will be anticlimactic af, you’ll be like “That’s it?” and yeah, it will be it. Just because the law in some country or state says that 18 is the age of consent (which is set to 16 or 14 years old in many other countries) it doesn’t mean that you’re automatically an adult at that age. You can be 18 and have had sex since you were 14. You can be 18 and completely uninterested in sex. You can be 18 and have a 15 year old mental age, or you can be 16 and be mentally more mature than some 20 year olds.
What canon has shown us, is that Yuri and Otabek are much closer to each other’s mental age than the 2 years + a few months difference they share. I encourage you to find posts about why there’s no power imbalance between Yuri and Otabek, because they compete in the same sport and they have had similar experiences in life.
In conclusion, if you feel irked about nsfw fanart and fanfics and discussions when it comes to this particular ship, please don’t read it/watch it. But what I can assure you is that none of us are trying to sexualize youor your peers. When we sexualize pixels on a screen we don’t see those pixels as a flesh and bone version of a human, we only see an idealized character whose age we are or have been and whose personality and experiences we want to safely explore.
Also really important: when we write/draw NSFW, we don’t write/draw it for teens to read. I repeat: WE DON’T CREATE NSFW CONTENT FOR TEENS. We’re not your parents or guardians, we write NSFW for whoever feels like they can handle seeing nsfw content. If you’re a teen that goes on the nsfw tag and then complains about it (I’m not saying that’s what you did here, I’m speaking generally), it’s only your fault for going in a tag that you weren’t comfortable to begin with.
Speak up if you feel sexualized IRL in a way you don’t like;
Learn how to use tumblr safely, block tags, understand that tumblr doesn’t do those things for you. Make your fandom experience exactly the one you want to see;
Don’t trust adults who tell you this ship is somehow illegal: it’s not;
Understand what’s behind fiction and fanfiction as a way we have to explore real life things (often too personal to write about as ourselves, so we project those things in characters we like);
Understand that adulthood is not something that happens from one day to another;
Learn to discern what content is meant to be consumed by a teen and what content isn’t;
The thousands of cheers from around the sold out stadium echoes through the cool night, every single one directed towards Justin. It’s kind of crazy to think about it - that people literally spend hundreds of dollars just to see him from what probably is a shitty seat at the back of an arena, but at the same time its flattering, and by now I bet his rather used to it.
“I don’t know if you guys heard me, Are you guys having fun tonight?!” He repeats into the mic, fiddling with the gold chain bracelet around his hand.
Once again the stadium filled with screams and cheers from the beliebers, this time twice as loud. I watch as Justin let his eyes drift over to the side of the arena, and decides to yell “Top row, you guys having up there?!” And they continue to cheer.
Then the other side, “What about this side, you guys having fun up there?!”
A small smile fell onto his face as he leans back and removes the gum from his mouth muttering, “Alright, as long as were having fun. Just livin’ the moment.”
Then continues to move forward and lightly strum the first notes to Cold Water. A second later his hand moves back to his mouth, placing the gum he removed earlier back inside. I can’t help but roll my eyes at my boyfriends indecisiveness. Once more he continues to strum the guitar before for the third time, removing his hand and looking down onto the chain.
“This damn bracelet is annoying.”
Suddenly moving his wrist towards the guitar and using his bracelet to tap the strings while saying, “You see all this noise, I don’t like that noise. It sounds wrong. I’m not diggin’ it.”
I can’t help but smile. Its so cute when he just speaks his mind, and I can tell the crowd feels the same since I do notice a few people chuckling up the front.
Turning towards the wings of the stage, where Scooter, I and the backstage crew are all standing, he jokingly adds, “See Y/N this is your fault - Giving me this bracelet.”
After fumbling around with it for a while trying to remove it, he grumbles “Stupid bitch.” Under his breath, causing not only me but the crowd to laugh. “One second guys.” He announces.
While still attempting to take off the bracelet I bought him for our 3 year anniversary, he decides to make a witty joke, beginning it with, “Why did the chicken cross the road?”
The crowd actually responded with a whole lot of “Why’s?” And justin immediately respondes with “He wanted to get to the other side.”
A small smile cracks his lips as the crowd chuckles at his terrible joke and even chose to acknowledge how dumb it was by adding, “That was stupid.” then adds “but it was funny.”
Finally giving up, his head shoots up to look around the crowd asking “Does someone wanna come help me get this off my wrist?”
Girls from the crowd shoot up and cheer immediately with there hands in the air. As for Justin who is still sitting and waiting for someone come to his rescue. Scooter waists no time in suddenly beginning to push on my back, motioning me forward.
“Go help him.” He demands with a smirk.
“What?!” My eyes trail down my body, instinctively cringing at my purpose sweatpants and staff hoodie I chose to wear. I looked terrible. “Nah-ah. No way.”
“Who cares about what your wearing, go help him!” He chuckles.
“I care! Plus I don’t wanna just walk out on stage! That’s scary.” I pout but scooter shows no remorse.
“Just go!” He puts his arms on my shoulders and pushes me out onto the stage. This time, I can’t turn back because by the way every one in the crowd has heightened there screams, they’ve definitely seen me.
I sigh and mentally note ‘there no turning back now’ before jogging forward over to the seat Justin was seated on by the edge. Justin’s eyes trail around the stage, looking for the reason the screams in the crowd have increased, and once seeing me making my way over, smiles and extends a hand for me to grab.
I don’t hesitate to reach for his gesture and quickly dash over to remove this bracelet as fast as I can so I can get off the stage as soon as possible. At first, Justin is no help at all. Instead, he begins rubbing my arm and trying to get me to sit and stay next to him. “Justin, stop fidgeting.” I laugh.
Justin shrugs his shoulders as if not having any idea what I was talking about before settling and begins cooperating with the process. This bracelet is so damn stubborn! But after some pull and tug, Justin says, “Pull it from this side.”
“Yeah, and you unclip it from over there.”
The crowd aw’s in affection at our teamwork.
As we work together and finally get the bracelet removed, I jump up in achievement and grab a hold of the bracelet myself. As I’m about to make my way back off stage, Justin grabs my arm and pulls me back pouting. “Stay.”
I chuckle nervously and take a glance at the screaming crowd in anticipation, finally turning back to Justin to shake my head.
“Oh c'mon!” He encourages, grabbing my hip and pulling me towards him. I fall onto the seat beside him, my back pressed against his side while his arm rest around my waist. “Have a little fun. I’ll sing you a nice sooong.” He coo’s as if I was a child. “give you a little kiiiss. We can cuddllle.”
“Shut up.” I chuckle to which Justin smiles.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
Meanwhile, the crowd has hit the fan, their cheers going wild in a frenzy of excitement. Justin places his arm around my shoulders while using his hand to hold the right notes on the guitar neck. His other hand strumming lightly at the body.
After commenting about how terribly the guitar is tuned, he finally begins singing Cold water in a soft, melodic tone.
“Everybody gets high sometimes you know…What else can we do when were feelin’ low? - C'mon sing it with me baby!”
I chuckle at his enthusiasm and decide to not ruin the song and just keep my mouth shut, but frozen with a smile.
“So I wanna lay with you told I’m old!” He sang, causing my to furrow my eyebrows in confusion.
“Baby you sang it wrong.” I whispered into his side.
Still strumming the guitar, he looks over at me “Really? I did? Well then how does it go?”
“It goes, ’What else can we do when were feelin’ low? So take a deep breath and let it go -…” I quickly sing as Justin smirks.
I hadn’t realised that justin had actually moved the mic towards me, causing my voice to echo throughout the entire arena, the crowd cheering like crazy in the background while Justin smirked menacingly.
“Hey!” I pouted. “You stuffed the lyrics on purpose!”
“How’d you know?” He chuckled sarcastically. “Well, since you started it you gotta finish. C'mon baby lets go!”
pairing— kim seokjin x reader x min yoongi genre/warnings—smut, threesome, fuckboy! Seokjin, dom! Seokjin, dom! Yoongi, dicks with photo filters, dirty talk words— 13,332
::summary— Kim Seokjin is the worst thing you’ve ever done, quite literally. Hooking up with him—continuously, for months, is something you regret doing. Mainly because you now have a boyfriend and have seen the error of your ways (mistake!). However, even then, you can’t seem to escape him…or say no for that matter…
→ Jin somehow convinces you and Yoongi to have a threesome with him…
It is well established among all sentient species that Humans are Weird. Exceptional Humans, however, make the regular humans seem almost tame in comparison. Yatrov was to show the newest crew member- another Human- “the ropes”, as Human Jenny phrased it. Upon arriving, however, the newest Human barely spared xir even a glance, which was odd, seeing how Humans prize interaction above all else. Shrugging it off, xe delicately held out a clawed hand to engage in the Human positive-meeting greeting, a “hand-shake” it was aptly named. “I am known as Yatrov, in Human Common tongue. I am sorry to say that I was unable to read your file report, and am thus left without your name. What is it you wish to be called?” Yatrov was genuinely sorry; the ship was in dire need of repairs, and this Human was coming to help. Instead of taking the proffered hand, the human’s brown eyes stared into xi’s own violet. “I am Giovanni. And you are approximately 7 minutes late. I do not fault you for your tardiness, your job is a busy one, so your apologies are void. I do not need to see the entirety of this ship, I only require the engine room. Take me there and I will begin repairs immediately. Social niceties and other such meaningless things can be done at a later date, if done they must be at all.” Yatrov felt somewhat slighted; xe’s species did not greet with touch, but it was seen as an insult- a social misdemeanor- to deny the shaking of hands. Attributing it to the Human having been under circumstances that made him “cranky” and to the fact that the Human was excited to work- humans forgot norms when excited, xe had found- Yatrov continued to try to create a pack-bond with this Human, “I have heard many great things about you.” “Truly?” The Human considered this for a moment, head tilting, “I am merely faster than most, mentally. A marathoner or racer is not spoken of in as high-esteem as those with quick mental facilities are, are they?” The Human was speaking out loud, xe found this practice odd and ignored it. “What exactly have you heard?” The Human tapped their legs with their fingers, adopting a rhythm unknown to xir, and hummed. Arrogance or curiosity? “Admittedly, not much has been told. I know that you have several thesis papers, have repaired and improved upon numerous ships, and that you were good enough that our captain was surprised that you even bothered to consider joining our crew.” “Huh.” And that was that. Giovanni did not speak after that, made no effort to communicate. Giovanni did not try to obtain physical contact. Giovanni remained aloof with even Human crewmates long after he had joined. He also remained fidgety, seemingly unable to keep still, unless it was to engage in a staring contest with the resident cat- to keep the Humans from adopting a weird, deadly creature- or to continue his single-minded work with machinery. Three weeks after he had joined, the ship was attacked. Vernians boarded the ship, using their many appendages to apprehend multiple members of The Highlight- the ship- at once. No one knew where Giovanni was, and no one would have been surprised if he had left to save his own hide. Which was precisely why everyone, who were all bound and trying to negotiate with what was essentially pirates, was surprised when Giovanni came around the corner, a knocked out Vernian held under gun point. Guns pointed at him, Vernians shifted to attack him. “What you need to know: firstly, I have hacked into your language processors. All Vernae will sound like gibberish.” He paused, then grinned ferally. “Try”, he dared. “Kir-ah?!” They did, and did not seem pleased with the results. “Back! Restore!” the voices of Vernians screeched, their language translators on the fritz. “Secondly,” he paused, “I will shoot your friend if you do not release my own.” When an uproar of shouting started again, he blandly stated, “Blank point will be quite messy, won’t it?” He hummed, as though in thought, though his eyes trailed after every movement the Vernians made. A smaller one, likely emotionally closer to the Vernian Giovanni was holding captive, pounced. ZZZZZT-PA! The Vernian howled, two of its 11 “arms” gone. “My threat is not idle.” The room quieted, members of the Highlighter slowly being released. “Thirdly.” His lips pursed, his nose tilted, sneer deadly, “Run, and pray that I never see you again!” He shot a wall, and they scattered, leaving the crew of The Highlighter mostly unscathed. It was hours later, after the chaos was settled and the ship fixed up again, that Yatrov approached Giovanni. “Why did you save us?” Giovanni scrunched his thick eyebrows together, “Why ever would I not?” “You make no attempt to communicate with us.” Yatrov insisted, trying to discover the reason Giovanni would do something without some sort of gain. “Oh, that.” He dismissively waved his hand, his face again lax and bored. “I do not see the point in wasting words. I enjoy the presence of the crew, and- while I see no point in engaging in it- their idle chatter is amusing to listen to.” He raised an eyebrow, “Why do you ask?” “The crew operated under the belief that you disliked us.” Yatrov felt a small bit of shame; clearly, Yatrov had been wrong to assume that all Humans were so similar. “I-” He looked hurt, eyes filling with water- tears, they were called, and Yatrov knew that this was not a good sign. His lips twitched, his words near whispered, “Did you not consider me a friend? I thought we were.” He had begun nervously threading his fingers, humming lightly. “I thought you disliked me.” Yatrov’s admission only increased xir’s guilt, and the slight tremors of the Humans smaller body. “I made you and the others a new computer.” Giovanni’s eyes searched Yatrov’s one, and again found no solace. A computer did not equate to friendship. “I *made* you and the others a new computer.” The emphasis hit Yatrov. Why would one handmake something if the person receiving it did not matter to them. “I am sorry.” Yatrov paused, xe had seen it in a Human film once, maybe…? “Can we start over?” A small nod eased Yatrov’s mind and reaffirmed xir’s decision. “I am the one known as Yatrov, and I enjoy reading: fiction, typically.” Xe did not hold out his hand, but stared Giovanni right in the eye. The smirk on Giovanni’s face told xir that the actions- or lack there of- was not missed. “I am known as Giovanni.” He held out his hand, looking smug and slightly proud of remembering this, as their hands clasped, he said, “I enjoy sandwhiches, science, and conversations on how realistic or achievable a work of fiction can be. It will be a pleasure to work with you.”
Humans were odd, but exceptional Humans lived by a very different set of rules. Intelligence changed their perceptions. Yatrov knew, from personal experience, that they were still Human, still fantastic and horrifying, at their core. Yatrov put down the book xe was reading, looking up to watch Giovanni’s animated expressions as he ranted about machinery. Yes, truly, Humans are Weird.
(Please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes, my hand has been cramping up lately and it is hard to write at the moment. And I should not be writing sci-fi, because it is NOT my forte, but I had a plot-bunny and felt the need to attempt it. This is basically a shortened version of what I wanted to write, skipping over much of what I actually wanted to put down. Feel free to take the general idea and write something better XD )
Summary: Theo and (Y/N) have hated each other since the beginning of time and it doesn’t help that he’s with the pack now. Scott and Stiles’ have a bright idea to lock the two in a room together until they make up, but they never expected things to get so heated.
Pairing: Theo x Reader
Word Count: About 2.1K
Warning: Handcuffs, orgasm denial, smut
A/N: Let’s all pretend Theo helped them defeat the Dread Doctors.
Credit to the creator of the gif!
“That’s enough!”, Scott yelled, “You two have been going at it for weeks and it’s starting to get annoying”
“It’s just starting?”, Stiles let out
Scott glared at his best friend before he could continue to chastise Theo and I. Ever since he tried to have Scott killed, I’ve wanted nothing more than to bury him. In the end, he did help us defeat the Dread Doctors, but that didn’t mean I’d just start trusting him.
“She started all of this. It’s not my fault!”, Theo yelled back
“Just like it wasn’t your fault Scott died!?”, I countered
“How many times do I have to apologize? I’m so-”
“Your apologies don’t mean shi-”
“Enough!”, Scott yelled again, his eyes beginning to glow. I knew better then to start yelling again, but this argument was far from over. No one should trust Theo.
“(Y/N) I know this is difficult for you to accept, but he’s a part of our pack now. And Theo, you need to give it time. I’m aware that you two have a history, but somehow you’ll work through it”, Scott reasoned
“That’s not even the reason why!”
“How about some time alone?”, Stiles suggested
Theo groaned, then shook his head, “No, not a good idea”
“You’re right! It’s a great idea”, Scott grins, “Meet me in my room”
I grimaced as Theo smiled politely and led the way. Once we reached his room, Theo plopped down on the bed and made himself at home.
“What?”, he sighed when I glared in his direction
Before I could tear him a new one, Scott and Stiles entered the bedroom with a familiar sac in Stiles’ hand.
“We’ve decided to go on the mission without you”, Scott finally says
“What?”, we yelled in unison
“We don’t need this many people for it anyway. Stiles and I can handle this”
“What if you need backup?”, Theo fired back
“We have a hellhound, banshee, and two betas. In case you forgot”, Stiles replied
“What makes you think we’ll stay put?”, I nearly yelled as Stiles walked closer to the door
He faced my direction as a giant grin spread across his face. Scott quickly grabbed my right wrist and handcuffed it to his headboard, then moved out the door. I frantically pulled my wrist to and fro trying to get out of it.
“Whoa, calm down sweetheart. You might hurt yourself”, Theo said trying to get me to relax, “You know handcuffs won’t work on me. So I might as well leave”
As he began to stand, Stiles dumped the contents of the sac in a line front of the door.
“I doubt you will be anytime soon”, Stiles replied, “Try not to break anything kids”
“Scott be reasonable!”
“I am being reasonable! We’re a team and we need to stick together. Whatever is going on between the two of you you need to work through it. We shouldn’t be gone too long. Don’t destroy my room either”, he said as he shut the door and left the house, effectively trapping Theo and I inside
“Sooooo…:”, I let out to break the silence
“Don’t”, he quickly said, “No small talk”
“Oh so I take it you’re in charge now?”
“Someone should be”, he mumbles
“Aww is someone still mad they aren’t the alpha?”, I smirked as Theo got off the bed to put some distance between us
“Will you quit bringing that up!?”, he shouted
“Why would I do that? You came along and pulled our pack apart piece by piece. Scott died, Lydia was stuck in Eichen House, you blackmailed Stiles-”
Theo stood near the bed with his hands balled into fists, the rise and fall of his chest slightly increasing.
“And you took Hayden from Liam. All because you crave power! Was it really worth it Theo?”
“Be. Quiet”, he sneered
“It must have been worth while since you still ended up on the side of the good guys. Even though it doesn’t wipe away all the bad you’ve done”, I finished
Theo began to tremble as if he was going to break down right in front of me. His eyes flashed yellow and blood dripped from his clenched fist. I’m sure it hurts, but I really don’t care enough to say anything.
“You’re never going to trust me are you?”, he asked quietly
“Not in this lifetime”, I replied, “If you get these cuffs off me, I can break the seal and we’ll never speak of this again”
“No”, he was pacing back and forth, “We’re going to get through this like he said. I know this will take a while, but that’s a risk I’ll have to take”
He was either crazy or cared too much about what happened between us.
“You’re still angry”, he continued, “I know it’s my fault that you’re hurting. Believe me I want to make it up to you, if you’ll let me”
This was a side of Theo I didn’t get to see often. He felt bad for being an ass and wanted to be forgiven.
“No”, I said hesitantly, “You’ve said that before and it didn’t end so well”
He lowered his head and let out a frustrated groan.
“I didn’t know they would take you. If I had known I would have left a while ago”, he said softly
“The only reason you decided to help our pack was because they took me. What if they didn’t? Would you still have helped or let us suffer? You make terrible decisions and I’m always going to be the one to pay for them”
“The Dread Doctors used you to get to me. They thought if they got you out the way, I would be compliant, but it only made things worse. The thought of them harming you drove me crazy and I knew it was all my fault. I stopped at nothing to make sure you would be safe”
He hesitantly moved closer to me and sat on the bed.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you (Y/N). I thought I was doing the right thing until you were kidnapped. Out of all the crap that has been going on you’re the only thing that makes sense and I can’t lose you. That’s why I stayed”
“Why should I believe you?”
“Honestly, you shouldn’t. You have no reason to, but I want to work on us. Find a way to right my wrongs with everyone and that starts with you sweetheart”
He’s never been this forward with me. It was a start and I did miss spending time with him. The late nights. The kissing. God the kissing. It drives me crazy just thinking about it. He leaned forward, his face inches from mine. He was lingering in front of me, eyeing my lips down to my neck and chest. His hands ran slowly up my arms up to my wrists. They ran across the handcuffs, but he didn’t take them off. Confusion spread across my face as he smiled.
Theo moved so he was sitting between my legs and unbuttoned my shirt. As he got closer, he ran the tip of his nose along my neck, I let out a moan. He kissed up my neck as his hand trailed down sliding into my leggings. I couldn’t stop the sounds escaping my mouth. The tip of his finger brushed across my clit and I pulled against the restraints. He smirked as he saw my reaction and began moving his finger in slow circles, but soon picked up the pace. My back arched from against the headboard. He positioned two fingers at my entrance and slowly pushed them in.
“(Y/N) you’re soaked”, he groaned as he finally started to pull out, then push them back in. His fingers went in farther until he found my spot. My legs shook uncontrollably as he continued to rub his fingers against it. Theo kissed me to silence my screams, but soon moved away to watch my reaction. I was getting closer and closer to the edge when he pulled his fingers out and licked them clean.
“Theo please”, I groaned
“Not yet sweetheart”, he smirked as he pulled off my leggings and threw my panties aside
He lowered himself between my legs and softly bit the insides of my thighs. He moved at a painstakingly slow pace as he teased me. Finally, he leaned forward and rubbed the tip of his tongue in circles on my clit. I wanted to keep myself from screaming too loud as I pulled the restraints once again.
“Theo”, I moaned as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked gently
His hand yanked my bra down and he rolled my nipple between my fingers. My core began to throb as my moans got louder, then he pulled away with a grin.
“You can’t get too loud, you might wake the neighbors”, he winked
Before I could respond, his lips were on mine once again. He pulled away and his pants and boxers were on the floor. He stroked himself as he stared into my eyes.
“I should have asked you before. Are you okay with this?”, he asked hesitantly
“Yes”, I gasped, “I want this. I want you”
“Thank God because this would have turned out so awkward”, he laughed
His laugh was infectious and I felt myself smiling at him once again.
He leaned over me once more, positioning himself between my legs. Theo pushed himself inside halfway and began to shake. He groaned at the feeling of me being wrapped around him before pushing himself in completely. It didn’t take long to adjust to his length.
He pulled back, then slowly pushed himself in again. His lips met mine once again. Everything he needed to say was in the kiss. The last thing I expected was to have Theo between my legs this evening.
My legs began to tremble. He may have been taking his time, but I could feel my release slowly building up. Just when I thought I reach an orgasm again, he pulled away.
“Are you trying to kill me?”, I gasped
When grinned at me I knew I was in trouble. He lifted one of my legs up, then slammed into me. I barely had enough time to adjust, let alone get a word out. As he continued his pace, I was far from able to form a coherent sentence.
He moved his hand to get a hold of my waist at an angle. As he began to hit my spot again, I let out another moan, barely able to control myself. By now I was screaming his name.
Theo leaned down to kiss my neck when I heard him growling softly in my ear. He couldn’t control himself either. I pushed my hips up to meet his pace and he growled even louder.
“(Y/N) I’m so close”, he groaned
The look on my face told it all. With my movements matching his torturous pace and his lips on my neck, I was pushed over the edge and Theo quickly followed suit. He collapsed on top of me trying to catch his breath.
Soon the cuffs were broken and we scrambled to put our clothes on once we heard the front door open. Theo and I smiled as we raced to put Scott’s bed back together. As soon as we finished, the door pushed open.
“We’re back”, Stiles called as he broke the seal
Scott hesitantly stepped into his room and looked around, “You took her cuffs off”
“Yeah. They weren’t needed…after a while”, Theo said, a knowing grin spreading across his room
Scott paused again, then breathed in. His eyes widened as his gaze landed on the both of us holding hands.
“Did you two…in my bed!?”
Stiles doubled over in laughter, “I never saw that coming”
“Scott, I never planned on this happening, but one thing led to another and…”, Theo stated
“Look in the bright side. We get along now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”, I said grinning from ear to ear
Scott opened his mouth, but nothing came out as he glared at the both of us.
“Babe”, Theo said as he squeezed my hand, “We should run”
With that being said he pulled me out of Scott’s room and run like hell with Scott chasing right behind us.
Hi, 7goodangel. I am here to ask you about PaperJam as a shy, smol and innocent being (mainly thegreatrouge made him be). There has been some conflicts regarding his trait. Some said his canonical personality is a jerk, like what you wrote in his bio / info and some said that is severely wrong and being shy, (which made him shipped with Fresh), is his canonical personality. What are your thoughts about this? I mean, it is your character and people are taking control of it. Don't you disagree?
Well… I have talked to people and seen public
conversations and this has happened several times to me over months. I guess
I’ve gotten a little numb to it now… or maybe it’s due to school that I
haven’t given it the attention that it deserves. Probably due to school.
I just can’t update constantly like others - even though
some others in school were and are able to update constantly. I can’t keep
going around and holding up my bio of PJ and police people. It’s exhausting to
me… it really takes up the small bit of free time I have.
I think after I get a solid job that I’ll be able to go
around better… but anyway - back to your question.
While I love seeing interpretations and do not want people
to be limited by something and have their imaginations go forth… it’s proving
that a huge con comes with that mentality - which you have pointed out. A lot
of people swear that PJ is the cute, innocent interpretation that really, did
get PJ popular in the first place. While I did have him as a jerk from the
beginning - I kinda kept that info to my RP blog - so you could say it is my
fault this is all happening and I do think that. I could of done something to
make it not as bad as it is now…
It’s just like the NSFW stuff… people just assume the
first thing and run with it. And it really does make me feel like I really am
not needed for my own character at points.
It’s a struggle - I don’t want to have people stop
interpreting PJ within AUs… but I also don’t want people to just see him as
an innocent child to ship with Fresh.
And I’m still trying to find the best solution to it.
But… I feel like the damage is already done. It’s too late
for me to talk to all of these people going around swearing on their life that
PJ is canoncally like Rouge’s interpretation/AUs. It feels like an hopeless
battle to me.
And I guess I needed someone to ask me this question so then
I can fully say my thoughts on this.
So in short, while I love creativity and don’t want to snuff
it out (considering some people would probably think I’m doing that already
with saying “No Sin”), I still don’t like it. It irritates me, irks me,
frustrates me, and I feel like even as the person who thought of PJ in the
first place, my voice isn’t enough. Communities seem like they don’t care about
artists unless they reach a ‘certain goal of popularity’ or seem like they
have a more professional style of art. I know I do not reach either of those
People misspell my username all the time - I actually
claimed ‘7goodangle’ on tumblr for that reason.
People still say “I’m too lazy to find who made PJ”
when they clearly mentioned they looked at the bio on the wiki.
People still go around arguing others on the canon ship of
OmniPJ and swearing that FreshPaper is the true canon ship, when all people are
pointing out is that they need to keep the canon ship in mind when going around
Even just basic personality traits… and these things are
happening on sites that I do not nor want an account for.
I still want others to have fun - to be happy; but I don’t
know… I guess I’m cutting out my own happiness to get everyone else happy? I
want to eventually write a version of PJ within his own universe and story…
and he is more like the version I created within the UT verse. Not exact - but
close. Though who knows… I might shove PJ to the side and replace his role
with another character. I’m still weighing options.
Cause PJ was the first character I ever put this much time
and thought into… my first character that was balanced, well rounded…
And what happens?
You said it Anon.
They took it - changed it (initially as an AU but now people
think it’s canon) - and I can’t do much about it. Due to school and not much
free-time… due to how many don’t know the true creator… and just back
talking anyone who is just mentioning it to people who swear by it.
As an artist and a character designer…
It makes me not want to show designs, characters, and
stories ever again online.
Considering if this is how I was treated on the first one…
why even take a chance at a second one? If it has brought me so much stress,
frustration, and time… why even try it again?
I said I was only going to do fanart so if anyone stole it,
it didn’t really matter.
I think I should have stuck with that thought process.
In conclusion, there are some major things to take away
here. First – that yes, I do not like how it has skewed this far to the point
of arguing over a fandom version with the canon. Canon is canon and I get the
different AUs – this is too far. Way too far. I am emotionally drained from
this – from this whole mess that I have been defending throughout majority of
PJ’s lifespan. I will state this – Paper Jam is my character. He is my original
character that I created more than a year ago. And the UT AU fandom took my
character and warped him to something he is not and all of his original meaning
is lost. I do not like to hurt others or make other sad – but I must put my
foot fully down. This miscommunication needs to stop. I am tired of repeating
things over and over and I have past my breaking point time and time again. I
just want people to see PJ how he really is… and I wish that people could be
focusing more on the reality of him instead of the alternate that they all
claim as truth.
Final words: I still like Undertale – I still like creating
characters and having fun – but the Undertale AU fandom is ridiculous now. The Amino
UT community is insanity in an app, and there is a lot of stuff that has made
many artists and creators to their breaking point and leaving the fandom
entirely. Everyone in this fandom needs to take ten steps back and look at what
they are doing. Go back to the game. Play it again – watch your favorite let’s
player’s videos of it again.
And just… food for thought… please don’t jump the gun on someone else’s OC’s
personality and actions.