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dombottom · 1 month ago

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His laundry bag was right in front of me. I told myself it wasn’t weird or sexual. I just need to sniff his underwear to make sure I hadn’t accidentally grabbed anything clean. I pulled his neon briefs to my nose. Christ. They reeked of his young sweat. It was musky funky and their was a potent note of syrupy sweetness where his balls had stretched the pouch. It’s not weird I told myself. I just…love him. That’s all. Mom’s talk about love the way a baby’s head smells. Maybe dad’s love smells too. Yeah nothing weird. Or sexual at all. The raging hardon in my pants was unrelated. There was no way smelling my 18 year old’s puberty sweat aroused me. “Fuck” I whispered when my nose ended up in the spot it always did. The spot where he left the most mouthwatering-cock dribble inducing-head spinning sent of ASS. I closed my eyes and huffed. He wasn’t dirty he was just so damn musky. I hated myself for it, but I was obsessed with the boy. Head over heels in deep lust with my son. I’d never act on it ever! No matter how hard the smell made me or how easy it was to cum sniffing his ho— the greedy monster that made me do these heinous things made me wonder if I could get an even fresher set. Maybe they’d still damp. I always jerked off immediately if I could get still wet from his hamper. I’d shoot so had from his fresh sweat. I strolled to his room, “Hey Bluejay? You got anything you want me to throw in the wash?” I said. Fuck bad idea. The whole room reeked off him. Dear god he wore his lucky socks. Never washed, always rank. They were nasty and crunchy. At least once a week I bust a nut sniffing those foul socks.

I waited for him to acknowledge me. He didn’t get up or turn. “Dad. Do the words regional champion mean nothing to you? You do understand how fucking epic today was right?” He said. I paused because I was gawking at the beauty of the boy. Savoring the scent of his sweaty athletic body… wanting to drag my tongue the the crack of his little round as-NO! SON! WRONG! PERVERT! I scolded myself mentally. “No no I’m so proud of you! But it really reeks in here. Today you can enjoy the big win but tomorrow, clean this place up.” I said. It’d be easier to ignore how much I wanted him if he didn’t smell like sex 24/7. He flopped over propping himself up on his elbows. Smirk on his naturally bright pink lips. How two fuck ups like me and his mom managed to make the single most attractive boy on the planet was beyond me. His wavy brown hair hung into his impossibly blue eyes. We’d named him James after my grandpa, but when James just didn’t fit, and neither did Jim or Jimmy…the color of those eyes got him the nickname Bluejay. It fit. Just like he’d fit so perfectly in my arms… I wasn’t winning the whole -don’t fall in love son- battle. My only comfort was that I at least had the decency to hate myself for wanting him so bad. Jerking off to the boy was wrong. I knew it was. And if we could get rid of the nest of tasty smells in his room, maybe I’d be able to cut back on how much I beat my dick thinking about my boy. “Dad. Breath it in! That’s the smell of a champion. An award winning athlete. What do you want it to smell like in here, loser? Besides I like it. A lil musk makes a boy feel good about himself, you should get a closer whiff,” he said. He broke into an earth shattering smile. I could’ve sworn his legs opened a bit more. He threw his arms up behind his head. His pits smelled delicious. I felt a wave of blood rush to my dick and then another. I needed to get out. “I can smell you from here, and don’t clean ok whatever…any clothes?” I asked. “Just these,” he said. He picked up a pair of electric yellow briefs and wiped them through each pit and then flung them in my face. “Bluejay what the fuck that wasn’t very ni—oh. Oh fuck,” I said unable to keep it in. They were rank. His sharp teenage funk was all over them. To my horror, the mix of all his scents on his small briefs made my dick pop up fully hard. “That’s what I thought,” he said. He was up on his feet walking towards me. Was he hard to? No of course not what was I thinking. He stood in front of me and slapped my hardon playfully. “Pervert,” he said laughing. I covered my face in shame. “Bluejay I’m so sorry I’m just pent up it’s unrelated I swear I’m so embarrassed.” I said horrified. “No it’s not…that hardon is for me. I think it’s because of my butt. I think you like it. A pervert hard for his son’s butt. Thinking about anal sex with his boy!” he teased. I wanted to combust on the spot. I was about to beg and plead and apologize when he sprang.

In two quick movements he spun me and knocked me onto his bed. I didn’t have time to think. He jumped on top of me pinning me arms. God he was strong. “You really don’t know how to take a fucking hint Dad,” he said. His voice dropped an octave and became raspy. I’d never heard him sound, well, sexy. “Bluejay I’m-this is wrong. I just-I got carried away or something” I said. “Shut up.” He said flatly. He spun himself around so his back was to me and his ass was in my face. HIS ASS WAS IN MY FACE. I felt the heat. I could smell his hole so close to me. I’d never understood the meaning of the word desire until that moment. I tried to my push my face into his cheeks but he was just out of reach. “Aht-aht! Not til I say.” He gave me two playful slaps. “Now, let’s play with that big dick of yours,” he said. He fished me out of my lounge pants and started squeezing rubbing and groping. He was muttering under his breath “Big fuckin Dad cock and he wouldn’t give to me mmm I’m fuckin gonna ride it this mine now” I moaned as he played with me and kept talking nasty about his dad’s cock. He leaned down to sniff the base. He said fuck. He was feral after smelling my dick. He reached his hands back. He ripped open his singlet. “Oh god! You ripped it!” I said in shock. “Relax. You’ll buy me another one.” He said. I could smell his body. See the soft fuzz that trailed in and out of his perfect ass. “Tongue out.” He said sternly. I obeyed my boy. He lifted his hips and pushed back dragging his hole down my tongue. My whole body trembled as he groaned in pleasure. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting your big fucking dick? Mmm the veins look tasty. He said still pawing my meat. I started to feel a weird sense of pride from deep within. “Dad? I’ve been watching you play with your cock for years do you know that? I watch you shower almost every morning. I secretly hoped you’d catch me looking and touching my self. All hot for my Dad. I wanted you to make a move. but obviously you were never taking the first step. You’d rather just beat off sniffing my sweaty underwear.” He said coyly. I was filled with terror and embarrassment. “Bluejay I’m sorry I don’t even know what to say” I rambled while I caressed him. His pretty fuzzy cheeks. “Yeah that’s great is there any particular reason why you’re yapping instead of eating my sweaty champion ass?” Bluejay said pushing his perfect butt further back into my face. I pushed my nose into his crack. I sniffed till my lungs were full. He smelled like a mixture of old and fresh sweat. He was sticky from the ass sweat from round after round. I took a slow lick trying to make my tongue wide as possible to have a deeper taste. He was salty and sweet and the funky smell of his butt seemed to remain no matter how much I licked. I couldn’t think of the last time I’d felt this happy. I couldn’t tell you how long I ate him out. Maybe 20 minutes, maybe two hours. I fell into a trance licking his butt. My son’s butt. The most perfect boy in the world. I was licking his meaty and muscular but still soft glorious boy ass. Tasting my little winner.

He was up and spun on top of me. He opened the nightstand drawer. A half empty bottle of lube was in the drawer. My eyes rolled back thinking imaging him masturbating. I was finally giving myself permission to fantasize, crave him, think of him sexually. My love for him got even deeper. He started lubing me up. It brought me back to reality. “Woah woah Bluejay the first time might hurt and I’m kinda big so maybe we should do that next time” I said. Rubbing his leg. His perfect leg. Have you ever been in love with every inch of a person? Because I was. “Dad you’re fucking adorable. First time? I’ve been fucking for the last 4 years. I’ve fucked men, women, and at least 3 they/thems. Fucking is fun if the girl is fun. Guys are my favorite but they can be so sleazy no connection during the sex. If you’re with an nb you might as well invite as many people as you can. Anyway you’re actually very big but that’s what I want. If it doesn’t hurt when you’re getting stretched out what’s the point?” He said lubing up his hole. Dear god light brown hairs were all around his pink hole. Seeing him touch himself made my dick jump. He reached back and lined me up like a pro. He started to push and I cried out in ecstasy. “Hey why don’t you just put it in the newspaper that we fucked…keep it down.” He said. I popped into his hole. Right as I was about to scream out again. His foot still in his nasty lucky sock smashed into my face. “Shut it. Sniff it. Only champs stink like that right? I’m gonna keep it on your face as long as I want Dad I like making you smell my stinky socks. You can’t do anything about it.” He said as he began to rock his hips adjusting to the size. I took deep sniffs groaning as he started a slow bounce. “How’s that smell Dad? Talk about my stinky feet.” He said maintaining a steady bounce. “Oh god they smell so good Bluejay I’ve sniffed them to beat off before but having your feet in there makes it smell fucking amazing! Sour and sweaty so nasty I love it. I love you. Oh Oh you feel so tight” I said worshipping him. “Hey. You’re only talking about feet. Open your mouth let’s see how much champion you can swallow.” He said rolling his hips making my head go back. I opened my mouth and he jammed his foot far back enough that the rough fabric made me gag and cough and my whole body heave. “Ungh that made it swell inside me. Keep gagging Dad.” He said. The order was unnecessary because I wanted it in my mouth down my throat. His nasty socks were as tasty as they were stinky. Salty with sweat. “Do you even understand how long you made me wait for this dick? I just had to watch you frustrated trying to get a nut. I was right there presenting ass. Waiting for you on my knees…but this is how it has to be. Going forward, you do what I say. Do you understand?” He said. He got up into a squat and started long up and down strokes. “I didn’t know you wanted it. I felt like a perv. Oh god. I love you so much. I can’t believe this is happening. You’re so beautiful. You my biggest pride.” I said. He came down and started grinding. His eyes rolled back and he was wincing as he stirred his hips. “Oh god I’m definitely not done punishing you for keeping this dick from me. OH uhh it hurts so good Dad. Today is gonna be quick. Ok grab my cheeks spread them as wide as you can. And start fucking. Fast. And I mean fucking fast. I wanna hear the plop plop plop as your balls slap my butt. I’m ready to nut. Remember FAST,” His pale cheeks were flush, making his blue eyes look bluer. His bangs were stuck to his sweaty forehead. I looked at him. He was the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. “You are just the hottest person I’ve ever seen. I’ve never had sex this good. And if we never do this again, this is the best night of my whole life.” I said in awe. He leaned down he smelled like sex. His natural ass funk had filled the air. I never wanted to breath air that didn’t smell like my boy’s butt. It was the best ass I ever smelled my dick had never been so hard before. It felt like it was still growing inside him. “Imagine my view.

“I’ve wanted this since I realized I like men. You look good under me dad. I like being in control. Now. I told you to fuck me FAST.” He punched me in the pec as he said fast. The impact made me want more of him. More ass, more nasty socks, more fucking punches! I grabbed his cheeks pulling as wide as I could. Just feeling my fingers digging into his asscrack made fall into stream of desperate needy affection. “Oh god I fucking love you Bluejay I can’t believe how perfect you are I love you so fucking much you have the best ass I’ve ever licked baby you are the most beautiful thing on the planet you have the best hole I’ve ever felt I’m in love with you every thing you’re my boy and I’ve always wanted to do this I’ve only beat off to you fuuuuck” I rambled as I quickly pumped in and out. “I said FUCK-ME-FAST!” He punched my chest with each word. Each hit made me go harder and faster. “Pick up the fucking pace dad! You have a big dick USE IT!” He said continuing to punch. I went faster than I ever had. No one had ever let me go that hard. That deep or at a full stroke. My cock reacted to the new sensations I didn’t know anything could feel so good. “Oh that’s it. Keep it up. Do that for your son. Just be a dad fucking your kid in the ass! Oh keep going here it comes! Hurt my asshole Dad, make it sore for me.” I did what he said I went hard. So fast he started whining on my dick. His hand went to his perfect dick. He started jerking in rhythm with me. He only stopped to punch my pecs so hard I grunted with each one. “That’s for keeping the dick from me! That’s for not making a fucking move! And that’s for making my lil butthole hurt like that yes keep going! Hard Dad keep going hard! I love you I love you oh GOD STRETCH IT DAD THAT BIG COCK IS MIIINE!” Somewhere between the punching jacking and fucking he shot one long spurt across my belly. “Don’t fucking stop!” He said slapping my face. I was instantly back at pace. I was sweating from every pore. My muscles burned and I was out of breath. But I didn’t let up. He spurted three more big ropes across my stomach and chest. He put his hand on my knee slowing me down to a full stop . He breathed heavy his lids hung halfway closed. He’d had that sheen that comes from sex. “My love let me lick your ass so I can cum. You got all sweaty again. Delicious. I wanna taste my baby all opened up. Your ass’s natural smell makes me crazy.” I said looking at him with hunger in my eyes. He collapsed onto me mixing sweat spit cum and god knows what else mixed as I pulled him close embrace. He kissed me tongue eager and curious as he explored what felt good. I was desperate to get back inside him. Feel his tight hole squeezing the sides my dick . Smell his special body odor. “I need ass in my face again. I wanna cum while I worship Bluejay’s butt. I can’t tell you how long I’ve been beating off to your pretty cheeks. Now I got to taste the real thing.” I said and he stared down at me with his usual glowing smile. He gave me another deep kiss anything he did made my cock pulse. He looked in my eyes and said, “that’s the thing Dad… you’re not gonna cum. The last thing I need is you getting post nut clarity. Making you get weird over the fact that we’ve started fucking. That it’s wrong. You understand? Not letting you cum keeps you obsessed with fucking me. Now as I recall, you have laundry to do, a new singlet to order… I hope you’re sorry for getting me so horny that I tore my champion singlet.” He wagged a finger at me. “I’m sorry Bluejay. I’ll listen to your orders more carefully next time.” I said feeling. “I like this Dad. I meant what I said when I came. Your dick is mine. Soon you’ll be all mine Daddy… Alright. We’ll play more when asshole stops buzzing from that fast fuck. Don’t you dare put on clothes. Naked chores so I can see how hard you stay for your son. And I can look a you without hiding.” He said as he sprawled out for a nap. “I love you so much.” I said. “Dad. Order me a pizza too.” He said. “Anything you want Bluejay.” I said. “Kiss it before you go.” He lifted his ass.

I kissed it. “Ok so go start the wash and come right back. That cycle takes 46 minutes to clean my clothes. So you will have 46 minutes to lick my ass clean. I want it so clean that if I run a finger through my crack my finger doesn’t smell like my 2 day old ass funk. Ha! Giving you orders makes me horny. You might be in my ass again sooner than you thought. My Dad has to do whatever I say. Cause he’s in love with me and desperate to dick his boy down. We’ll use the dryer cycle for licking my feet. Go drink water. Bring a bottle. I don’t wanna hear that your tongue is dry.” He ordered. “I love you so much. I need you. I want you controlling my dick. You’re right. Not cumming has made me more obsessed and needy for you.” I said desperate for him. “Good” he said.

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braaan · 5 days ago

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HOLID-AMA ANSWERS!

OR: QUESTIONS AND BRAN-SWERS

Thank you to everyone who submitted an ask! These were very, very fun to do, and overwhelmingly flattering. I'd like to do more of these very soon :)

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On writing

@kooyabooya asks: what made you want to start writing about kpop ggs in the first place (this could aka what inspires you to write in terms of dynamics, tone, prose, imagery, etc etc...)

Hi Koo! Thank you for the question! :-) I think – like you’re indicating – there’s a couple of parts to this:

(1) and most inherently: COVID changed me. I went from legitimately adverse to kpop to perusing the genre to #ONCE Forever in maybe 6 months LOL. I seriously blame the physically disgusting amount of League I was playing (there was a player on ladder who always shit on me with Dahyun as their ID) but more realistically think it was just fandom at work! I wanted more content eventually, and it didn’t take me long to stumble onto the kpop-latent writersphere.

(2) Neatly from above: I think the kpop-latent writersphere is one of the most rich and rife communities out there; to a sizable degree: I write because of you! I am surrounded by great writers, am always reading something that is funky and/or makes me feel some type of way every month, and I think because of that, have similar stories to tell!

The Hyewon was my first piece of smut, longform, evocative writing (everything in between, really), and I credit all of that to the community. As long as you continue to enjoy my stuff, push the bar yourself, and re-invest in the space along the way, I think I’ll be here for a while!

(3) Bong Joon Ho says something to the effect of art needing to scare you. I believe in this so viscerally, and think it’s why I fundamentally write so… annoyingly descriptive… recursively metaphorical… pithy? I think I spend a lot of time understanding a character in and out; I’ll always have a Weverse Live going on when I’m writing — just to catch the quirks — because I really want you to believe that, even for a moment, what you’re reading is real. I think parasocialism can lend itself to a hauntingly beautiful form of want, and to me, if I can tell a story so true to life that it lingers — leaves a lasting impression on you that makes you feel something, even if just for a moment — that is awesome.

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@fuckkkkkklol asks: do you have ways to push through writer’s block and/or executive dysfunction when it comes to creative things (including but not limited to writing)? if yes gimme your best ones

@majorblinks asks: tips for overcoming heinous & debilitating writer's block (asking for a friend not me)

Hi Miggy, hiiiiii major ^_^, and hi major's friend! I think my very unqualified advice here doesn’t stray far from: be bored and don’t do what you don’t want.

Above is just a screenshot-worthy sneak peek of what my current drafts look like — the slate totals up to maybe ~15 pieces that I’ve worked on on and off, and though are in many states, all of them unfinished. The haunting voice in the back of my head hates this: that I have so many drafts that I should finish, that I must go back and put out all of these stories, that I have an obligation to do these things… but the better part of me knows that is contradictory.

Creation is iteration — when @capslocked wants to be smart, he has a sweet turn of phrase that goes “writing is rewriting” — and I think it’s fundamentally inconsequential to have to create.

Get words out of your system, play around with an idea for a timeframe, get bored of it, chase a new premise that you start a completely different draft for, then do it over again — eventually, to me, this ends up coalescing to something that I can put out: I’m ALWAYS looking back at drafts and exercises to Frankenstein them into other pieces (“I really liked this pacing from here” … “Ooh, and then this metaphor I think sits nicely with this other one” … Eunseo was a combination of lots of unrelated drafts before it).

Also: you are so opinionated! Reading something, I form an opinion almost immediately of a writing voice: what I don’t like, what I do, and how I’d do an idea myself. I think this instinctive editorial motion is great when applied to the above exercise: I’ll start a new doc in the direct middle of a one-shot, riff off something I saw somewhere else, or just play with a metaphor that I really really like — none of these are ever intentional of a story I’ll write, but I do think it continues to keep writing instinctive and, like above, almost always becomes recycled into something that eventually does make it out.

In short, I think the remedy to writer’s block is time, and continuing to nurture the muscle is what makes overcoming the hurdle easier and easier when you inevitably come back to it. To me, any hacks, additional fire under your ass, or other things to speed up the process are inconducive of actual Craft, and most likely do not let you enjoy doing what you initially set out to!

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@kesujo asks: Every writer's writing style is inspired by his/her favorite writers, which may even change as they discover new writers. Has this ever happened to you, where you noticed your writing style change, or you pick up some stuff from new writers you've discovered? And, if you were to say the top 5 influences to your current writing style (doesn't have to be in order), who would they be, and what about their writing style did you like the most that you picked up from this writer?

Oh yeah, like I mentioned, I’m very new to the space (and this voice of writing in general), so I’m definitely always :notee:-ing.

I’m not reading enough these days, and if I am, it really is strategy-latent nonfiction, but for here:

@yieldtotemptation easily has the most fun-laced voice and ideas — we could be several thousand words deep into an otherwise raunchy piece, and I'd still find myself putting my phone down to laugh at a disarming line of dialogue or perfectly packaged, real-life metaphor. Gray has inadvertently taught me a lot about having fun with my stuff, and I think I'm trying to take myself less seriously because of them!

@majorblinks is my blueprint, and genuinely, viscerally, in-real-life annoys me. Completely straight: I think Major is the bar for storytelling. We're both on the same wavelength when it comes to the stories we'd like to try, but only one of us has gone out and done it (see: DOWNRIGHT ICONIC), and I think that makes all of the difference. I'll spare you the brainworm: there's writing for writing's sake, and then there's writing with a purpose. DOWNRIGHT ICONIC as an example is a fundamentally masterful understanding of how smut and its readers work as a vehicle**, and I think everyone would benefit by taking a sliver of Craft that it literally oozes out.

@capslocked is a pioneer of many, many things in this space, but I think doesn't get enough credit for how technically crafty he is. My drafts are guilty of overusing "And" to start new sequences, and it's not until I've re-read a Caps piece that I go back and fix them. Caps has an expertly-crafted, seriously refreshing style of paragraphing, structure and usage that I'm always looking to for inspiration, and easily is the writer that dumbfounds me the most with how rudimentary / fundamental his phrasing feels — it's always a mix of "oh wow!" and "of course!" if that makes sense!

** Alex Cornell has a fantastic, 25-minute talk about Idea Vessels (here) that touches on this

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Anonymous asks: Hello Bran, just wanna say I love your fics and writing style. Wondering if you have any upcoming fics that your currently working on?

Anonymous asks: Curious on any upcoming fics?

Hi very, very kind Anons! I have two in the slow cooker that I'd really like to see come out. Sneak peeks at both of them below!

(1) is this Julie piece from last summer that I put on pause. There was a week where I put on Mother (Letterboxd), Perfect Days (Letterboxd), and Shoplifters (Letterboxd) on back to back to back, and this came from that!

There's something about noir and darker themes that I think expert directors understand lend themselves well to the one long take that feels more and more intrusive as it stays on a character / scene, for example, and this piece really tries to encapsulate that into writing.

It's a more condescending and smartass character compared to what I'm used to, and the draft for it sits squarely on top of the framing that idol Julie becomes Oedipus Rex. Written in the style of a tragedy, rife with callbacks to Greek Classics; could be really sexy.

(2) is a Chaeryeong piece that I tried to put out for @passingnotions.

It's legitimately some of the raunchiest stuff I've written, and all sits on the premise that you haven't seen gross yet — I have each of the seven deadly sins in the document LOL; I genuinely always feel guilty when I re-read some of the stuff in here...

(bran pure bran pure bran pure)

On not writing

@octoberautumnbox asks: pls also get nachos on the next milk run and a flavor ice cream you'd rate 6/10

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@majorblinks asks: r we twin flames yes or no

:fishh:

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@kooyabooya asks: the last song you listened to on your spotify?

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@avenger7567 asks: Do you think WJSN will ever return again?

I cannot imagine that it will be the same iteration of WJSN if they do, but I think (and hope) so — the socials are decently active, and will 100% be a gimme for headlines!

It's truly such a sonic loss! I'll find the time to put it into words one of these days, but I really think underdog-y, just under the surface energy is what leads to experimentation within any genre. Music is trendy, and kpop is no stranger of the "regression to the popular grey" — groups like WJSN who don't have enough clout to conform must zag... and then you get shit like Last Sequence.

VIVIZ, NMIXX, RESCENE (here and here), and Billlie play this game very well + keep me sated in the interim! WJSN 2030 comeback :')

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@majorblinks asks: whats ur most recently read book & how many stars would u give it out of 5

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@friskyriskywhisky asks: Nice to see you on Tumblr again!😊 How are you doing so far? What is the most attractive thing an idol has once said? If you can only watch only one idol's live-stream for a whole year, who would it be?

Most importantly: SANA CLAUS is gonna get robbed by one female idol. Who's it gonna be and are you going to warn Santa?

(1) Always good! It's been a crazy start to the year, but I feel like I've always been legitimately blessed :-)

(2) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

(3) Probably Luda (WJSN)!

I'm not a big livestream consumer, but I do notice that a lot of groups where the majority of them are adults tend to have more fun ones. For another time, but I think there's less media criticism inherently of what you are and aren't allowed to say when you're "an adult", and so these livestreams do feel a little less... sterile?

The last Luda stream I watched, I remember there being a sequence where she legitimately spent 2 minutes making fun of a fan comment because they commented that they were single LOL

(4 AND MOST IMPORTANTLY) step bro i'm stuck in the Sana multiverse and if you even remotely think about trying to get me out i will absolutely end u

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@kooyabooya asks: what is your spirit animal or pokemon (if you have one by chance)

LOL can you guess:

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@majorblinks asks: give me like 3 of ur new year's resolutions . what r we getting up to in 2025

I need to crack open the journal and really Reflect to get them down down..... but I think will largely stem from the same place of having a better relationship w work and the things I do...

Long pause moment in recent memory came from a conversation I had with some friends — among many tidbits: "I want complete control over something ... and then will want control of my control" + "where is the line between full trust in yourself and mistrust in anyone else?"

... think I've come to a place where it's actively harmful for me to not let go a little bit more, so hopefully in 2025: less so default white-knuckle about things!

Other than that, probably getting back into music production in one way or another, and eating majorblinks alive! ^_^

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@zeketheknight asks: What are your favorite K-pop moments from 2024?

2024 was a great year for moments up my alley in general — I feel like I've been quite prolific about the more adult idols drum (which only becomes more real with time), and I think I can point to content coming out of Jeongyeon, Chaeyeon, Eunbi, Haewon, Shuhua, Youngji/Eunji as probably some of my more memorable moments of the year!

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Like the middle minutes of this is still so fire LOL

The bar is low for risqué (real) in Kpop, but until we let them even address shit like this it's going to be diluted, pandering, and brainrot for a loooong time.

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@kooyabooya asks: thoughts on matcha lattes?

Big fan! I'm always doing a 2-shot matcha something within the workday.

I've been meaning to explore more of this — I am somewhat... unconvinced the matcha game goes deeper than it looks like it does on the surface — so if you have good match recommendations please send my way!

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@friskyriskywhisky asks: How would you navigate this situation where you're not sure Hyewon is being friendly or flirty?

WHERE IN THE HELL IS THIS ONLY FRIENDLY IN ANY CONNOTATION?????????????????????

i'd probably piss my pants frisky 😎

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That's QUESTIONS AND BRAN-SWERS this time around! Thank you again to everyone who submitted an ask, and you for reading if you got all the way down here. This was really, really fun, and I'd like to do more writing-latent stuff in the future. Until then: happy new year, be good to each other, and see you in the next one!

— Bran

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