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sunnyseungup · 3 years ago

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Han Jisung fic recs

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#1618147951612. NO MORE DOOMSDAY! | HAN JISUNG. { f2l; a, s, f} 8k @onlixie

like rabbits (M) { fwb! au; a, s } 1,8k @bearseungmin

in denial about making too much noise with the new headboard on his bed, Jisung invites you over for a dorm room quickie.

the happiest. { soulmate au; a, f } 14,4k

utterly lovesick ( for you ) {bfs2l, a, c, f } 3,1k @hwangsify

jisung has an infatuation with kisses; you refuse to humor him. or, the five times jisung attempts and fails to get you to kiss him, and the one (1) time he finally succeeds.

dakimakura { s } 2,4k @binniesthighs

Tattoo Artist!Jisung @slytherinbangchan

the vapors { stoner au; s } 2k @planetdream

totally, completely, utterly in love with you { fwb2l; s, f, a }

nsfw a-z @hwajin

Sorry, I Love You { bfs2l; f } 2k @hanqu0kka

Jisung knew that being in love with his best friend was a bad idea. It was cliché, but he'd rather suffer in silence than risk losing what you both had. However, everything suddenly changes thanks to one date that went wrong.

5 +1. { f, s } @seospicybin

Han was avoiding his ex-girlfriend when he met you, a girl that changed his mind and turned his life around in a span of a night.

late night bite { vampire au, f2l; f, s } 3,2k @fizzydrink698

You sigh, and tilt your head a little more to the side. Slowly, you bring one hand up to curl a finger around your collar, tugging it down to reveal the smooth, bare skin of your neck. “Come on, Count Dorkula. Snack time.”

Jisung gulps – like, visibly gulps – as his eyes follow your movements. He’s utterly transfixed by your neck, lips parting at the sight.

the blacksmith { royal au, e2l; a, f } 3,9k @luvknow

lights, camera, action ! { camgirl au, bfs2l; s, f } 13,1k @formidxble

why is the room of han jisung’s best friend in a cam girl site and why is his hand making its way down his boxers?

[10.50] { greaser au, f2l; f, s } 3,7k @/lettersfromaphrodite

[00.00] { vampire au, royal; f, s } 5,8k @lettersfromaphrodite

close { f, s } 4,4k @straymusings

Floored { f } 4,5k @shadowofahope

When the overly flustered Jisung has a crush on you. Do you ignore it or fall with him?

bottles of love { drunk ji, f } 0,65k @channiechwn

drunk and clingy jisung comes home to you after a formal dinner. afterall, drunk words are sober thoughts.

squirrel cuddles { f } @moonlit-han

soft { f } @rachalixie

chaotic camping { bfs2l; a, f }

I just want you to be happy { f2l; a, f } 1,2k @athenathesharkwrites

karaoke blues { f, c } 2,1k @neo-shitty

when in doubt, have a karaoke night out. or in which the first real hurdle of your seemingly flawless relationship is finals week (and miscommunication and a tad bit of overreaction).

sitting on his face { s } @gimmeurtmi

[6:17pm] { f } @softstraykidshours

promise ? { f } 0,6k @bbyquokka

you make jisung promise you to start writing those lyrics changbin needs, all with the touch of your lips

sleepover { f, s } 1,2k @/bbyquokka

you and Jisung have a sleepover

wrapped in red { bestfriend ji; f } 1,2k @fairyyeo

HAPPIEST SEASON. { bfs2l; s, f } 19,4k @/seospicybin

It's the first time you take your best friend Han to spend Christmas holiday with your family and to also announce a great news but the more he knows the more he's doubting himself

TikTok challenges pt 3 { hybrids, sick hannie; f }

kissing hannie { f } @/bbyquokka

HOST REQUESTED: Han Jisung { s } 4,7k @cb97percent

just a kiss { f2l; s } 3,7k @writerracha

amusement park { f } @yxngbxkkie

Nerd!jisung { s } @comet-falls

Bad At Love { a, f, s }

you were notoriously bad at love. but somehow, han jisung weaseled his way into your heart and that was terrifying.

05 sharing a bed series { a, f, s } @skzdarlings

[00:08] { bsf2l; f, s } ~1k @therhythmafterthesummer

When you agreed to come to this party, you would’ve never imagined you’d end up making out with your best friend, but you were certainly not going to complain. Not when you’d wanted this for the longest time.

Before We Go To Bed { f } 0,373k @chachachannah

Did My Heart Love Till Now? { f2l, college au; a, f } 10,8k @amor1st03

in which: your university puts on Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet and you're excited to be playing alongside your long time crush Hyunjin. Things get a bit complicated when Jisung is thrown in the mix

Strawberry Chapstick { bff2l, 90s romcom; a, f } 10,6k @mintquokka

He's got you tripping for him, metaphorically and physically, but does he even realize the effect he has on you?

liquid courage { f2l; f, s } 1,5k @straylightdream

↳ a late drunken night with friends leads to drunken confessions.

I have a secret to tell you { bsf2l, roommates, college; f } 2,3k @dearestaussiechannie

Even if things were different { arranged marriage; a, f } 8,6k @skzsauce01

You and Jisung get into an arranged marriage, but he hasn’t given up on love quite just yet.

Hideaway { bsf2l; f } @yeahspider

Sign Here For { one night stand; c, s, f } 4k @outofconcheol

Feeling frustrated and reeling from your recent breakup, you put in a special order on your favorite delivery app. However, with the goods, comes Jisung, who's a lot more than you'd ever bargained for.

Bold +lee know { s } @hyunsvngs

you’re not too experienced in the world of dating, parties and talking to people, but these two american footballers that you cheer for just seem to get it.

Haid dye { f } 2k @zerothreetwentyfive

Shotgun kisses { s } 8,1k @seo--changbin

sick with your prim and proper image, you decided that it was about time to step out of your comfort zone and just enjoy life and be a lil bit reckless, and what better way to do that than to get high with your best friend Jisung and possibly lose your virginity at the same time.

SWEATER WEATHER { f2l; f, s } @cinhomi

there's a thunderstorm outside and you don't have an umbrella. luck wants that you're near you best friend's apartment complex and you decide to wait for the rain to stop and your clothes to dry while watching a movie with him... but things escalate after the tension between you two finally snaps.

Simp(ly in love) { f } @/blue-jisungs

why we work { f } 0,7k @wooahaes

Late night convenience store runs { f } 0,6k @hanstarred

han dragging you for a late night convenience store run

TOO HOT TO HANDLE { s } @/seospicybin

You and Han become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle.

PART 1 12,9k

PART 2 12,7k

PART 3 14,1k

I WAS TRYING TO SEDUCE YOU { f } @hanjisunglover

y/n and jisung are living together after years of being a couple, y/n still admire him every time that she see him.

Day 23| hold both your hands { f } @starlostastronaut

"you are my new pillow"

Princess { s } 1,3k @/hyunsvngs

Cute jisung thought @rachalixie

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Boyfriend texts { f } @like-a-diamondinthesky

Bf texts @binnieswrld

Daily texts { f, c } @channie-143

Note: please let me know if the links are not working ! I’ll try to fix them as soon as possible ^^

#han jisung #han jisung smut #han jisung fluff #han jisung angst #stray kids #stray kids recs

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veeranger · 3 years ago

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VEE’S DONOTHON WRAP UP POST

im not actually sure how to start all this. im blown away by how fun that was and how generous yall were. we blew through every single goal so fast i had to make up new ones to keep up. there was scuff and nothing really went to plan but i’m calling this donothon a runaway success.

thank you again everyone who came out whether you donated or not, i couldnt have done this stream without yall and i wouldnt have even made it to a year of vtubing without yall either.

below the cut will be some info on the various thing yall unlocked and what to expect about them

first and foremost though i want to apologize again for the issues with the merch discounts. unfortunately i just cannot give discounts as high as i thought bc spring doesnt want me to. as consolation ive created codes VEE25, VEE30, and VEE40 for the merch store. they give as much off as they say they do, and ive created all of them just in case some items dont have enough of a profit margin for a higher code to work.

on monday, thats tomorrow btw, i’ll be holding a stream to cover the Q&A segment we skipped, as well as a sort of meeting to discuss the rewards yall earned. specifically the new stream emotes, the two games i’ll buy and stream, and the two model kits ill buy and build on stream, and the 2 additional vroid outfits i put in as a super stretch goal.

i’ll also be rescheduling the horror game segment we missed on stream since that was a reward as well.

today i’ll also be DMing any raffle/prize winners who havent claimed their prizes yet, as well as everyone who donated enough for an episode of toku for the future watchalong.

as for the other game rewards like minecraft and dark souls, as well as the games a few people won the right to make me play, those will be coming as soon as it makes sense in my schedule.

i’ll also start chatting with vos about the dakimakura design, and just to repeat the files will be free once they’re finished.

the cooking stream might take a while to set up but it will happen. i really didnt think we were gunna get this one haha.

#veepost #veelive

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guardiantempest · 6 years ago

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Learning With Manga: Riyo’s Udon Servants

Y’know, for a gag manga, Riyo has put in a lot of thought obscuring his Servant’s identities and giving out only hints throughout the comic’s run. The first three Servants (Rider, Assassin and Berserker) had their biographies spelled out in the print bookbut not their actual names (not that it’s needed, the hints were big enough).

I’m saying Udon Servants because they were apparently made by mixing Udon dough with Grail mud.

Due to the ridiculous amount of images, I’ve added a cut.

EDIT: I posted this without the cut. Oops. EDIT 2: Changed some wordings

Rider

Okay, pastel-colored bunnygirl. No specific identity tied to a rabbit (that I know of) so her appearance is a red herring. Could be anyone at this point.

Passion for filmmaking. There are a lot of influential movie people throughout history from old to new. At least the set equipment implies a director.

Severe hatred of Thomas Edison? Well, I guess that narrows it down to more old-timey directors. Back in his time he screwed over a lot of people, including many foreign filmmakers by plagiarizing their works.

A Trip to the Moon? There’s only one director who has that in his repertoire and that is Georges Méliès. That probably explains her outfit as a the rather-tangential nod to moon rabbits. Her Noble Phantasm is apparently a loooot of her film reels...made out of very volatile nitrate (which destroys Chaldea in the process). She also references older films like Purple Noon when chatting with Olga.

Assassin

Okay, woman with a gun, presumably with lingerie? Perhaps she’s a secret agent, or a modernized take on those assassin seductresses. Throughout the comic she’s shown to be adept with information gathering.

Definitely affiliated with spycraft. I don’t know any woman involved in such line of work (the one female secret agent I know is Nancy Wake, who isn’t). However this is Fate and genderswaps can be a thing. That O&C provides a pretty big hint to her identity. According to Google, it can stand for “Official and Confidential” affiliated with the one and only J. Edgar Hoover. Y’know, now that her identity is revealed in that tweet above, the comic’s art style makes it vague whether she’s really a genderswap or just crossdressing. Yes, the FBI did have a brief history of crossdressing to catch perps. Too bad her Noble Phantasm is practically useless to those who don’t care about keeping secrets.

It’s kinda funny how Riyo gives all his Servants personality quirks, like Melies’ seething hatred to Edison and occasional lapses to violent solutions. I guess this quirk is meant to be more “gap moe”, kinda like that Yakuza househusband? It’s really endearing. Still, I think Olga scored a keeper. In a standard Grail War she can be pretty useful if deployed correctly (and maybe easier to work with than Mata Hari).

I like her suit, I hope it’s one of her ascensions.

Berserker

Woah, she big. There are a lot of significant giants in mythology, and her modernized appearance provides less hints than expected. She ate Nursery Rhyme several pages later and becomes a mainstay in the Children’s Kingdom.

Keep in mind this is before All the Statesmen event on JP, but that blue ox(?) is a clear indicator to who she is: Paul Bunyan, North American folklore figure. This doesn’t come off as a surprise to us since we already had said event spelling it out for us. Unlike her murderous portrayal in the comic though, in-game she’s a total sweetheart who just wants to help...by terraforming any wild terrain in the name of civilization.

Lancer

We first see Lancer impaling Gudako in a comic. The folks in the livestream joked that she’s genderswapped Van Helsing. It seems to make sense, showing that spike. But they clarified that it was a joke so that’s out of the window.

Something of value? She’s referring to fossils. What about the lightning? It’s a reference to her real life counterpart who survived a lightning strike. That’s right, this woman is Mary Anning! A servant who’s not a genderbend this time!

Totally a raging lesbian. I’m not sure if that’s historical, a reference to a recent biopic, or merely a personality quirk. Maybe it’s an extrapolation to her network of women. One of her skills (Sea Lily Charisma) does let her attract women to help her out. Her canine companion is very cute, at least.

She does have a point. As a Lancer she wields giant prehistoric fish. From the speculation I saw on Reddit, I think it might be a reference to a manga/doujin of her being a mage and can summon living counterparts of her fossil. Her Noble Phantasm wasn’t showed because she got tag-teamed by two Sabers before she got to use it.

Archer

A cowgirl! There are quite a few notable wild west legends like Billy the Kid. This one looks like she has animal ears, or just really weird hair. Using a rope and lasso is indicative of “generic cowgirl”, for a Heroic Spirit to wield it means she must be known for using it.

Coyotes, huh? That pretty confirms it: this cowgirl Archer is Pecos Bill, raised by coyotes and most famous for lassoing a tornado (then riding it). According to the print book, one of her personal skills is Rodeo, which allows her to ride something and not fall off (but it’s in no way similar to the Riding skill). Yeah, being raised by coyotes pretty much translates to coyote animal ears...and feral instincts.

I remember reading on Reddit that one of Bill’s feats is shooting down stars, so that might be why she’s an Archer. Riyo sure is drawing from a lot of western influences.

Saber

Well this is a curveball. The very distinct attire should narrow it down though I don’t know which culture seems most appropriate. While there are more than a few pregnant women in mythologies, the comic clarifies that the real Servant is the unborn baby and the mother is just tagging along.

Well, that’s certainly something. I remember reading somewhere that back in the old ages, saunas are used instead of hospitals for childbirth in snowy regions of Europe. The unborn Servant has a Courtship skill that causes him to hit on almost every female he comes across.

There are a lot of guesses for his identity, one of which is Väinämöinen. A demigod who spent a very long time in the womb, can speak while in there, and was born an old man. The evidence feels shaky and debate rages on.

Caster

Jesus Christ, Jeanne, what are you doing?! I just added this page because it’s hilarious.

Mouse maids! A miracle that they survived getting chopped up into bits! It’s rather vague on who they are, guesses include the Rolling Riceball (which is just Benienma’s story) and Ratatouille, funnily enough. Most of their appearances so far is just pandering for Gudako (giving Onigiri, enabling the WiFi, providing Dakimakuras) as an effect of one of their Personal Skills (Servitude).

Their profile says that this isn’t their true form (maybe as a consequence of getting turned to noodles). Their Territory Creation should allow them to make a dreamland and provide anything, but for now all they can make is a good-enough kitchen and onigiri.

Another Personal Skill is Reproduction, which allows them to rapidly increase their numbers when left alone. Nonstop. This can get out of hand fast. People in the comment section were speculating various rat-related myths, primarily ones with a swarm theme.

Although it seems the rats are up to something.

Well that’s terrifying. A guy on Reddit assumed that the mice is connected to Raigo, the accursed monk. I thought it was a very dark take on a folklore/fairy tale, something about mice fattening up someone to eat them.

Okay, the mallet and the sack is definitely a clue. Apparently that represents Daikokuten, who is frequently portrayed with mice near him. I understand what they were trying to do. All this time they were trying to build up for their true power. A god of good fortune and/or prosperity is not to be messed with, especially if he’s currently incarnating RIyo Gudako as a pseudo-servant.

I think their Modus Operandi is pretty horrifying, yet also makes sense. A Master cannot simply summon a god under normal circumstances but summoning its herald(s) who, in turn, will make way for their patron deity seems totally fair.

#learning with manga #fate grand order #fgo #fate series #paul bunyan

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ilcaeryx · 5 years ago

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Tenacity: Chapter 9 - Cannibalism [Takami Keigo | Hawks/Reader]

SUMMARY: Your nightly Twitter sleuthing brings up an inappropriate question about Keigo and he spends the evening denying you any straight answers.

TAGS: One-shot, Hawks/Reader, Takami Keigo/Reader, comedy, cute, fluff, pillow talk

NOTES: This is a part of the Tenacity one-shot compilation!!! Celebrating that it’s Friday with a one-shot featuring Hawks! I had tons of fun writing this. I can’t wait until he properly shows up in the anime.

Your boyfriend Keigo patrolled the roads and rooftops of your city during the day, a professional ensuring the citizens’ safety from villains. When he returned back home for the night, you devoted a good 15 minutes before bedtime to scroll endlessly on your phone, an amateur guardian of his Twitter tag. If you were honest, you were more like a trigger-happy vigilante than a righteous guardian. The perfect duo, to be honest.

Was he aware of your nightly sleuthing?

No. Not the fact that you were basically the head of his protection squad, at least.

Because your spare time always went by fast, your bed time approached and you got comfortable under the sheets. You checked for new Tweets under the ‘wingherohawks’ tag… thirst tweets, hate tweets or whatever the world tossed at you. This had been a routine since months back, when Keigo had whined about being unable to DM you during the day. Mind you, it hadn’t even been during the honeymoon period of your relationship; you two had been together for a solid two years now and this hadn’t been a thing prior, keeping things to the usual phone messages. However, as he had risen in hero rank he saw a need to use his social media platform often, so the two of you became much more familiar with Twitter as a result.

There was a contrasting duality to reading what anonymous people wrote about him. While you loved the thirst tags because of their relatability, though they did make you cringe at times, you silently raged whenever you came across something that could be constructed as hate or pointless negativity. Thus, you had unofficially taken on the Hawks’ Protection Squad leader position – a one person crew reporting whatever nastiness you came across. You thought it made a difference, as he had been visibly more relaxed while browsing during the evening.

This night, your feed was pretty innocent for once. You bit the inside of your cheek, resisting a smile at a recent picture snapped of Keigo patrolling the streets, taken from his profile. It must have been after confronting a villain, as he was pushing back his hair with a dreamy expression on his face. He was intensely photogenic.

Humming, you liked the picture and continued scrolling downwards.

“Chicken, when are you coming to bed?” you asked loudly, peering over your duvet towards the hallway. A second later, the shuffling of feathers against each other and feet slapping against the floor rang out. Your chicken did not enter the bedroom, standing by the entrance like a vampire awaiting an invitation. Holding a bowl beneath his face with one hand, he fished up some noodles.

“Angel,” he greeted you in a creamy tone and guided his chopsticks his mouth. The dark outlines around his eyes made his eyes seem like those of a cheetah, perceptive and predatory. It was an interesting diversion compared to his general relaxed body language. After slurping the last of the noodles, he wiped his hand over his lips and pointed at you with his chopsticks. “I’ll join you after I’m done eating, I promise.”

There was nothing to read online… so you were bored. This one day, you would let him break the rules of the house. “I allow you to eat in our bed now, so you can sit here.”

Keigo did a double-take and pursed his lips. “That’s not suspicious at all. What are you up to?”

“Nothing, I just want your company,” you said and padded the empty, cold space by your side next to the bed’s edge. “Your fat ass can fit here, don’t worry.”

You let out an entertained howl as he feigned a hurt expression, concealing his cheeks and eyes. “I was just about to say that you were going to kill me with cuteness someday.”

“I am cute the majority of the time and I’m pretty certain I’ll be the death of you. Be nice to me, Takami Keigo, or you’ll regret it.”

He whined and stumbled inside, shooing you tenderly to the side. Sitting down, he continued to eat.

“What are you eating?” You rotated until you were on your side, your stomach pressed against his back.

“Leftovers from yesterday, since you didn’t devour everything. Do you want some?”

“Eh, I already brushed my teeth. Thank you for the offer.” You would 100% regret saying that later. That would be a problem for future Y/N, though.

You could hear his lips curve upwards while answering. “Suit yourself.”

For a good twenty minutes, because Keigo never ate like a starving man, you caressed his back while he made his way through the bowl. Occasionally you exchanged quips but you didn’t demand anything other than his presence next to you.

You were content.

When Keigo had completed his night routine he crawled up in bed next to you, encroaching into your space.

“Come here,” he whispered, his voice fuzzy in the darkness. Rolling over, you nestled your head on his arm, his biceps warm against your cheek. When he drew his wing above your body and upwards, it was kind of like resting inside a tent. Feeling his silky feathers against your arm was very pleasant. With great care, he adjusted himself into comfort.

Suddenly recalling that you had to turn on your alarms, you quickly brought up your phone and did so.

“I’ve never been this turned off in my life. Bringing out your phone when you’re talking to another human being.”He stroked stray hair-strands out of your face with his free hand, twining them behind your ear, speaking to you with affection despite the harsh words.

“Unless you want to wake up at 10AM, I have to turn on the alarm.”

“To be honest, I’d love that.”

“Same.” A notification popped up and out of curiosity you tapped it. Then you read it. The Tweet that made you peace out and put your phone away. However, you refused to live with that question blistering inside you without affecting Keigo. “Chicken. I have a weird question for you.”

He hummed in a positive manner, so you proceeded.

“You’re human, right?”

Keigo ceased brushing your hair, his fingers remaining at the tip of your ear. “Well, you’ve seen me naked. You can be the judge of that.”

“I would personally say yes to that question. You’ve got hawk wings, though.”

“I wonder where this is going to end…”

“Just trust me. Look, if you’re mostly human and your wings are hawk wings, do your wings taste like human or fowl?” You didn’t want him to roll over because of your borderline creepy question, so you grasped his shoulder and pulled yourself to his naked chest.

“That’s not the first time I’ve heard this question. Damn, I wouldn’t complain if it was the last time.”

Without thinking, you burst out, “So you don’t know the answer to the question?”

“My future bride,” he said and kissed the top of your head, “consider what you just implied.”

“C’mon, self-cannibalism isn’t that bad. Hold on, what do you mean with future bride?” Whatever tiredness had settled into your limbs dispersed. You weren’t sure if he was kidding or not because his tone had been neutral, as if he were stating a fact.

“Please, stop struggling and go to sleep.”

“Keigo, what did you mean with future bride? Did you say that just to throw me off?” You brought yourself up on an elbow and showed your canines before digging your teeth into his shoulder. It was a timid bite, not worthy of the orchestrated ouch he exclaimed.

“You’re actually a cannibal in disguise!”

“That’s hardly kinkier than what we usually do. Elaborate on the bride thing.”

“Heh, you’ll find out someday. If you’re nice to me, of course.” Keigo’s chest vibrated against your forehead as he laughed lowly.

None of you had brought up marriage before. It made you ponder whether he was pulling your leg or if he had been thinking about it. Would he be that cruel? Perhaps you would deserve it after the coming question.

“Chicken,” you said, your voice unsteady with laughter. “You have an unlimited amount of feathers, right? Have you ever thought of making dakimakuras containing your feathers? I think they would sell well. Hell, I would probably even get one myself.”

You must have broken him because he didn’t move nor speak for a good 30 seconds.

“I’ll make you one for your birthday,” he eventually said, sounding somewhat thoughtful.

“Seriously?!”

“No. You’ve got the real thing here,” he slid his free hand down your arm and brought your hand to his chest, “and you’re asking for a dakimakura? You’re breaking my heart, Y/N.”

Low-key disappointed, you drew your nails against his skin. You enjoyed how his breath quickened as you drew them between his chest muscles to the top of his stomach, yet not further. “You’re a tease. You’re absolutely horrible to me, Keigo.”

Your chicken didn’t seem interested in trading retorts anymore, so you shut up and awaited what would happen next.

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kylorengarbagedump · 8 years ago

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Kylo Ren is Mysteriously Here (NSFW)

Read on AO3 here.

Summary: You'd written about it before, plenty of times. Kylo Ren being mysteriously in your home. You never actually thought it would fucking happen.

Words: 4500

Warnings: Forced orgasm, inappropriate use of the force

Characters: Kylo Ren x NonbinaryAFAB!Reader

A/N: This is a birthday gift for my very precious friend, @satans-codpiece. I am so fucking sorry that it took me forever to write this, but, I figure almost 4 months later is better than never? Haha. I love you so much, your friendship is very important to me, and I hope that you liked it.

And I hope the rest of y'all liked it, too! <3

A Kylo Ren dakimakura had been a bad idea.

Okay, sure, fine--it was nice to cuddle with. Even nicer to wake up to. In the groggy moments of morning when dreams and reality muddled, you could almost convince yourself, then: Kylo Ren was real. And he was in your home. And you could pull him closer, press your face into his, breathe out his name, murmur into the dawn, I love you...

But then there was the realization, as your mind dragged itself from unconsciousness, that you were wrong. That the face you opened your eyes to did not have dark, fluttering lashes or mole-marked skin or warm breath. It was fabric, stretched over more fabric, stretched over a fat wad of cotton. There was no blood or pulse or life. All you were cuddling with was a stupid fucking pillow.

Sighing, you rolled onto your back, dragging your Faux Kylo with you. You stared into his artfully rendered face, wondering what it’d be like to kiss him. To feel his lips, full and pink, on yours. To have his massive, heavy body hovering over you, caging you, as he consumed you with desire and need. You closed your eyes, a shiver racing through your spine, warmth pooling between your thighs. Another need this pillow simply couldn’t take care of. In futile acquiescence, you slid your hand over your stomach, between your legs, seeking to satisfy the ache.

Fingers skimmed the mound of your cunt, and you gasped into the air, back arching to the ceiling while you pulled your pillow closer. “Oh, Kylo…”

You weren’t sure what caused it. Magic, maybe. Or perhaps the shock of pleasure had finally eroded a barrier in your brain and sent you careening into full-on hallucinations. Whatever it had been, you knew that no earthly or alien influence could replicate its result.

“What is this?”

At first, you screamed, your hand jerking away from your thighs, your frame shrinking into the bed as you snatched the blankets to your face. But then you saw the voice’s owner--and your scream grew into a wail. You flung your dakimakura at the intruder, and it buffeted the side of his head with a dull fwop. The intruder didn’t respond--didn’t even flinch--and so you screeched again, scrambling against your headboard. Apparently, given the options fight, flight, or freeze, your brain went with the dumbest, most pointless one.

How a man had managed to sneak his way into your room was one thing--but your intruder wasn’t just stealthy. He was dressed in a 501st Legion approved Kylo Ren outfit--an impeccable replica down to the scuffs on his boots, the fluttering of that new cape. Then there was the issue of his face. It wasn’t just a slight favoring of Kylo Ren. No--it was more like a clone. Like a clone of Kylo Ren had found himself in your home. In your room. Feet away from your bed. The only thing that made logical sense was that someone had observed your obsession for him and decided to break into your home and attempt to seduce you by emulating him in all manners of dress and appearance with the sole goal of having consensual sex with you in your bed.

The sick bastard.

“Who are you?” you spat, holding your sheets in front of you like a shield. “What do you want?”

Your intruder’s eyes--God, they were gorgeous, what the fuck--scanned you, then explored the room, resting on the dakimakura that now laid at his feet. “Kylo Ren,” he replied. The way his lips moved, the way his voice rumbled--you shuddered. The intruder nudged the pillow with the toe of his boot, face twisting in disgust. “What is this?”

You blinked. “Uh, I’m sorry, but you need to tell me who you are before I start answering questions for you.”

“I’ve answered your question.” His tone was iron. “I’ll ask you one more time: what is this?”

“No, you haven’t,” you replied. “I asked you who you are. Not who you’re dressed as.”

“You’re speaking nonsense.”

Frowning, you dropped the sheets and crossed your arms. “I’m not the one who broke into someone’s home dressed as a tantrum-throwing space wizard.”

The intruder’s eyes narrowed, and he met your gaze, his lips parting in disbelief. “A what?”

“A tantrum-throwing space wizard--”

His hand shot out--and you winced, just after you noticed that you’d lost all ability to speak. Heat rushed you when you squeaked, grasping at your throat, pulling at the invisible constriction, mind spinning with confusion. Your previous logical conclusion was losing viability. Now, your brain was entertaining far more bizarre ideas. Such as the idea that this man, this intruder, was not, in fact, a stalker, but was in fact, Kylo Fucking Ren.

The mere thought made you choke again, muscles tensing, cunt clenching at the thought that it might be Kylo Ren in your room, that it might be Kylo Ren making you gag, that the only real explanation other than “fever dream” was that it was actually Kylo Ren using the Force in the confines of your tiny, unworthy bedroom. But that couldn’t be possible. There was no way. There must have been some trick, you insisted, allowing him to do this. You’d figure it out.

Your intruder released you, and you wheezed, collapsing onto your bed, chest sucking down air like a black hole. Blood buzzed in your cheeks as it returned to the rest of you, as oxygen granted you a hint of clarity once more.

“Now tell me,” he said, kicking the dakimakura, “what this is and why you have it.”

You shrugged. “I have to admit, that was pretty convincing,” you said. “But I’m going to have to ask you to get the fuck out.”

To be fully, completely honest--it pained you to give this order. Because, God, he was massive--tall, broad, thick with muscle--and he was also absolutely gorgeous. His face had beauty marks in all the appropriate places, and his hair--it was long, thick, the light in your room shimmering off its luscious waves. You imagined combing it through with your fingers, imagined what it would be like to have his hands gripping your hips, if only he was Kylo Ren.

But Kylo Ren was not real. And he was not Kylo Ren.

“Strange that you find it appropriate to give orders to me.” He stepped toward you.

Your heart jumped into your throat. “Get the fuck away from me!” You hunted for something else to launch at him, finding only more pillows.

“If you won’t tell me,” he said, “then I will find out on my own.”

“Stop!”

Pillows would have to do. Grimacing, you launched another pillow in his direction, hoping it would distract him enough to grant you time to run. Instead, in mid-throw, the pillow stalled, suspended in the air--and then you were frozen, too, your limbs locked, your muscles paralyzed. You could only watch, horrified, as the intruder plucked the pillow from the air, tossing it to the side. It wasn’t possible that this could be the Force--so your brain rejected it, insisting that there must be another explanation. But the longer you went without movement, the more time you questioned how he would have simultaneously rigged both you and a pillow to stop mid-movement.

Your theories were thinning. There was only one option--no matter how incredible it seemed--that could explain your situation. That this man was, somehow, Kylo Motherfucking Ren.

The conclusion was punctuated by a sharp pain piercing your skull, shooting out into your brain like electric claws. You weren’t sure if you screamed, or even moved--the pain became the only memory you had, replacing all sight, knowledge, or consciousness. Something, an invisible finger, was rooting around in your mind, peeling you open and seeking out an answer. It was impossible to stop. It started at your name, moved to Kylo Ren, moved to your pillow, discovering a wherewhenwhyandhow--and, oh, fuck--

Like a hook being torn free, the invasive little finger ripped out clean, and your sight returned, along with your breath and your fear. You whimpered, collapsing onto your bed, training your eyes back onto Kylo Ren, whose face was twisting into some sort of sick smirk. Blood filled your cheeks. Sure, he’d discovered what the pillow was and how you’d gotten it. He’d seen the memory of you ordering it, the memory when you pulled it free of its packaging, felt your heart swelling when you held it in your arms. Unfortunately, he’d also seen your most recent memory associated with it.

You know, the one where you’d been touching yourself while you cuddled it.

In the depths of his throat, Kylo Ren laughed, his arms falling to his sides when he took a step forward. Parts of you were still throbbing. You weren’t sure from what.

“Do you know what I just saw?”

Your throat had swollen shut. Words wouldn’t come out. All you could do was nod.

“Interesting.”

A ghost-pressure swirled around your pussy--a light, airy tease--and you whined, pressing your thighs together as you bit your lip. Anticipation flooded your inner-thighs, your cunt clenching while the rest of your body registered the sensation. The Force was on your pussy, sliding back and forth over your outer folds, enticing you, eliciting tremors through your limbs. Swallowing, your eyes met his, and you whimpered--a small, pathetic plea.

“You like that,” he murmured. “Sit back.”

Chin shaking, you nodded, sitting up, easing your back against the headboard of the bed. Kylo Ren’s gaze followed you, scrutinized you, slid over you like silk. It lingered there, for a moment, before it snapped back to yours.

“Take those off,” he said, head nodding toward your bottoms. “I want to watch.”

Your jaw dropped, heat exploding inside of you. He wanted to… watch? How could you possibly deny him? Your hands moved toward your boxers, quaking beyond your control. Grabbing the hem was too difficult--anxiety had sapped you of all muscle command. Including grip strength. Hoping your struggle was entertaining, you glanced at him, offering him an embarrassed grin.

But he was less than amused. “Don’t make me ask again.”

Gnawing on your cheek, you slid your thumbs under the elastic and shoved down, pushing them over your hips and thighs and using your legs to kick them free. The air was cool--but your goosebumps came from excitement. And you felt it--Kylo Ren, devouring your flesh with his eyes.

“Good,” he said, before the pressure returned, feather-soft over your pussy, grazing your clit.

“Fuck…” The word came out in a breath, your lids fluttering shut as the Force teased you--your folds and flesh moved with it, bending to the extension of his will.

“No.” It was a sharp, harsh command. You winced and clenched at the same time. “Open your eyes.”

“Fuck…”

Whimpering, you peeled them open, focusing on the steady, dark gaze of the man across from you. He smirked, his fingers twitching, and your cunt opened, a round, firm nothingness pushing at your entrance. A gasp escaped, and you clenched again, your pussy aching to swallow the rest of something that had no physical form. You watched him, speechless, as he stared at you, one Force-length swirling around your clit, the other working into you, centimeter by centimeter, pushing in, out, in, your core spasming.

The part of you that wasn’t enraptured by Kylo Ren was whirling in confusion--the idea that this could really be happening, and happening to you was incomprehensible. Your muscles quaked in disbelief and anxiety, sweat slipping down your back. Yeah, that was sexy. The most beautiful man in the universe--and you were greeting him with a sweaty back. What if--

“Oh, fuck…”

The Force inched deep, flicking your clit--pleasure shot through you, wiping your mind of any thoughts besides more and please. And he must have heard them, or known, because the invisible digits drew tight circles around your nub, pumping in and out of your cunt. You groaned, your thighs trembling when you spread them wider, frame leaning into your headboard.

“Much better.” Kylo Ren chuckled, and it only made you shudder. “You like that, don’t you?”

You nodded, but he shook his head.

“Say it.”

“I… I like it, sir. I love it.”

He hummed, his eyes glowing. The Force became a vibration, resonating through your nerves, down your toes and fingers, your body a conductor for bliss--and it fucked you, now, stroking your walls, faster, harder, stretching you wide. You bit your lip, trapping it back, but it felt so good, too good, and as you approached the peak, it happened--a long, deep moan escaped, flowing from you in the most natural form of praise it could offer.

“Good,” he purred. “Good…”

Gasping, you tensed, wanting to restrain your climax, wanting to draw this unreality out as long as you possibly could, terrified that once you came, Kylo Ren would be gone. But he wasn’t stopping--no, he was determined, and your pussy was pulsing, your skin tingling with familiar sparks, pleasure clouding your sight and your brain.The Force fucked into your core, relentless on your clit.

“Oh,” you whispered, fingers digging into your sheets. “Wait--stop--”

Kylo Ren snickered. “Cum.”

A single word, and you snapped, your back arching toward the ceiling, your orgasm crackling like fireworks in your blood. It shook you, blinded you, wrenched a noise so foreign from your lungs you didn’t realize who it belonged to until he stopped, and you crumbled, heaving, sweating, shivering. The sheets felt like sandpaper on your skin, the thought of movement was too much. You were sated and bewildered, your body missing the sensation that your eyes couldn’t frame.

Blinking, you wet your lips. “Thank you, sir,” were the only words you managed to eke out.

A pause. “Is that all you wanted from me?” He sounded almost disappointed. “So simple.”

You were still gasping. Blood had begun to flow from between your legs into the other parts of your body that were arguably more important. Like your brain. Apparently, though, not quickly enough.

“No, sir,” you said, wondering whose voice was so bold. “It isn’t.”

“Really?” A shuffle against the floor when he moved closer. “What is it, then?”

The words wanted to come to your lips. They wanted to, truly. But the second you went to speak them, your courage evaporated, and your mouth went dry.

“Hm?” he asked. “Say it.”

“I…” I want you to…

Fuck. You couldn’t even think them. You smothered your face with your hands, curling up on your side, the heat on your cheeks burning your palms.

“Say it,” he demanded.

You winced. “I can’t!”

“Fine.”

The scythe of his mind sliced through yours, quick and direct, knowing exactly what it sought. The dakimakura. Him. You. At night. Pleasure. And--and--no--

He was out. And the room was silent.

Horrified, you groaned, hoping you could will your heart to stop. The echo of your memories tumbled in your head, a steady thrum of your shame. You wanted to move, but found you weren’t able to stop quivering. Like a mouse. Or just a coward.

“Is that what you want?” There was only one other person in the room--but this voice was soft. Tender. A whisper. It couldn’t possibly have been Kylo Ren. “Tell me.”

You peeked between your digits, catching his gaze. It was guarded. Beyond that, it implored you to speak. Swallowing, you held his stare, watching his shoulders swell between the shutters of your fingers. Then, like an official rendering your final judgement, you nodded.

Kylo Ren stepped forward, crossing to the side of your bed, his mere presence more oppressive than anything you could have anticipated. You went to breathe, but found the air stuck, your brain filled with static. A large, gloved hand rested on your side, rolling you onto your back. His touch was a tranquilizer--you were limp, pliant, open for him as he straddled you, the weight of his cape and frame inspiring a rush in your blood. Your lips were parted. You couldn’t remember to close them.

He wet his own lips before he leaned in, stealing your breath, pressing his mouth against yours. Electricity erupted over your skin, and you whimpered, frozen. You had always imagined reaching up, running your fingers through his hair, gripping at the strength underneath his armor. But all you could do was bask in his presence, unable to stop the trembling whines that escaped into him.

Real or not, Kylo Ren was an incredible kisser. His lips were soft, plush, moving over your own while his tongue tested its way past your teeth. Warmth poured from him into you, and your body responded, your cunt aching and dripping for him again. He shifted over you, easing closer, and sweat collected at the base of your neck. Between the heat of him and all of his fucking layers he was a human fucking sauna. Your predicament wasn’t helped when his hands started to explore your figure--caressing your thighs, over your hips, smoothing over your belly. You groaned, now, your pelvis bucking against your will, and you felt him, hard and huge and hot.

“Fuck,” you wanted to moan, but it was silenced by his mouth.

One gloved hand worked on opening your thighs, and the other tugged at your shirt, wrapping itself in the hem in an attempt to tear it free. Your heart stalled. Grumbling, you finally moved, grasping at him, pushing him away. This was enough to make him stop, hips lips leaving yours in a breathless huff, his eyes filled with confusion and lust. You traded hot air between your lungs, but neither of you said a word. He grew impatient in the silence, an eyebrow raising while he examined you, a fist still in your shirt.

You swallowed. “Um… I… don’t know if I want you to see.” When he offered no response, you continued, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

He blinked, his gaze traveling your figure before flicking back. “You won’t.”

Balling the fabric in one hand, his other returned from your thighs and gripped the hem, too. He tugged once, twice, and like tissue, shredded your shirt, exposing your soft belly and chest to his eyes. Part of you was indignant--who the fuck was he to just ruin a shirt you owned? For all he knew, you liked that shirt, it could have even been a favorite shirt. The other part of you didn’t give a single shit because holy fuck he ripped your shirt off he’s so fucking strong he should just rip you the fuck apart.

“You liked that,” he purred. His stare dripped desire, leaving a trail of live ash on your skin.

“Uh.” Duh. “Yes.”

Kylo Ren’s eyes wandered over the swell of your belly, down your thighs, gaze shifting between your face and your cunt. Leather-wrapped hands spread your legs wide, and he grinned, his lips parting while he admired your wet folds. You whined, hiding behind your palms--but an invisible pressure pried them away. He grabbed them as they remained suspended in the air, holding a wrist in each fist.

“You have a job to do.” He tugged your hands toward the bulge in his pants. “Go on.”

You blinked, doing a double-take. He couldn’t be serious.

Kylo Ren raised an eyebrow. “I believe my request was clear.”

“Oh.” Shit.

Grunting, you leaned forward, reaching toward his concealed cock. You saw the tremble in your hands before you felt it--you wondered if he felt it. The muscles in your body were wound so tight, the second you touched him you knew you would start registering on the Richter scale. You went to swallow, but the moisture had left your mouth--instead choosing to bead at your hairline and trickle down your neck. Trapping all breath in your ribs, you grazed his erection with your fingertips--and he groaned.

“Oh…” Your cunt pulsed. It needed him.

Torn between the desire to continue teasing him and the one to shove his dick straight into your pussy, you decided to appease the latter, as the idea of testing his impatience seemed deadly. Your sweating digits worked at his pants--honestly, what the fuck kind of contraptions did they make spacepants out of, anyway--until you had hooked your fingers into material that was loose enough to be pulled down. Biting your lip, you caught it and his undergarments, rolling them over his hips and finally, finally, freeing his cock.

There wasn’t much to say about his dick that you hadn’t already put approximately 116,948 words into detailing--but you were, uh, pleased, to learn that it was thick, long, and fucking aching for you.

“Lie back,” he said, a palm already easing you toward the bed.

You complied, flopping under him--your heart throbbing, your head throbbing, your pussy throbbing. You were open and raw, a pulsating wound with the red spider veins exposed, screaming with wanton need. Ren enveloped you, his cape falling around you like a thick sheet, bathing you in shadow, keeping your body his private secret. Hoving over you, he consumed you, his breath brushing over your neck and sending ripples of joy through your skin. He watched you, guiding his cock toward your cunt, smirking as he pushed your folds apart. A sigh escaped him when he swirled the head in your slick, pressing against your swollen core.

“Tell me what you want.”

Your cheeks burned. “I… I want you to fuck me, Kylo.” A pause as you steadied your chattering teeth. “Please.”

“Good.”

A slow, gentle thrust, and he was in, stretching your walls open with the slightest of pressure--and you gasped, lids squeezing shut, a moan rattling its way from your ribcage. Ren was silent, any noise held hostage in his chest, but you could feel it from the way he stiffened, the way his thrusts were tight and controlled--he was fighting the urge to break you.

He pulled out, pushed back in, plunging deeper with each stroke, his arms drawing close to your body, his head hanging in the crook of your neck. After a quiet, ragged breath, he sucked in air through his teeth, his hips stuttering as he worked his cock inside of you. You were frozen, body assaulted with simultaneous waves of pleasure and shock, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders, strangled whimpers passing over your lips. Every new thrust, you thought you were full, that he had stretched you so impossibly wide that you couldn’t take another inch--only to be proven wrong seconds later when he split another part of you at the seams.

“Oh,” you breathed, because that was all you could think to do. “Oh, Kylo…”

“Shh...”

His mouth sucked at your neck, gentle kisses littered up your jawline--and as he met your lips, he jerked his hips, giving you the full length of his dick. You screamed, but he smothered it with a kiss, spilling a long, deep moan into you while you clenched and squeezed his cock. Ren pulled out and slid back in, a leather hand threading through your hair, firm and soothing while he kept his pace slow and powerful.

Your brain spun behind your eyes, the air drawn through your nose hot and full of musk. You breathed in time with his thrusting, your tongue helpless against his own, the sensation making your clit twitch. He was dominating your senses, all of them. And you wanted to cum again. You thought about pushing free, wrenching yourself from his grip and begging for it, but you didn’t need to. Only seconds after you’d thought it, a strange, fluid fluttered around your clit.

Any noise you might have made was swallowed by Ren, who was gripping you tighter, holding you closer, driving his cock into your cunt again and again and again. You whined into him, groaning his name, the sound coming out as a pitiful “Kuhwo...”

He tore his mouth away, and you opened your eyes, meeting a gaze defined by lust. “You want to cum?” he hissed. “Hm?”

The Force flicked your clit back and forth, teasing it stiff. Without a second thought, you replied, “Yes, sir, I do.” The words whispered like water from your lips, as if you were in a dream. Being obedient in itself was simple. But being obedient to him--it was instinct.

“Good,” he purred, and the Force whirled tight loops at your clit, his dick pounding your pussy, his mouth back to muffling yours.

Your climax came in bursts--the first was the wash of a tide, leaving you burning under his embrace, but the second came harder, a powerful surge, tensing your muscles, shuddering you with bliss. And then the third slammed you, collapsing your joints, stealing your breath, a typhoon of ecstasy, and you wailed. Breaking free of him, the sound resonated through the room, your body so flooded with heat and pleasure that there was nowhere else for it to go. Ren fucked you through it, the echoes of his own orgasm in the background of your mind--he tensed, he growled, he buried his face in your neck as he pumped you full with cum.

You laid there, encased in his cape, in his arms, in his warmth. You were still dizzy, and your eyes fluttered shut. Soft, full lips pressed a kiss onto your forehead. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, tell him how incredible that had been, and, though you hadn’t wanted to say it earlier--how much you loved him. It had been only seconds, you were sure, but when you opened your eyes, he wasn’t there.

“What the fuck?” You jolted up in bed. “What the… what the fuck?”

Maybe this was a hallucination. But it didn’t explain how your shirt was still ripped. How your cunt was still leaking cum. How your body still tingled, the tendrils of your climax still stuck to your skin. Blinking, you looked around the room--but it was empty. All that remained was your dakimakura, half-way across the room. But that was just a pillow.

A pillow couldn’t do that.

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The Bronycon 2017 big text post!

This is the longest thing I ever write but here is my of the 2017 Bronycon.

Lets get to it.

Thursday:

We met at Bill's house so we could travel down in two groups, since we had too many people to fit in one car. (8 of us, Me, Andrew, Justin and Ethan in one car, Kyle, Bill, Nick and Josh in another.) We managed to pretty much stay together and stopped at the same gas station together. It was the good-hot dog speedway. They only had two left and everyone looked at me like I was crazy for wanting gas station hot dogs. I ate those two and asked if they had any more. They totally did. I intended to eat a couple more but NOPE. Everybody else decided to try the gas station hotdogs and doubled up. Oh well, it was kinda funny. The next stop was Baltimore. There was crazy construction in the city, atleast around our hotel. Slowed us down a bit. Justin really had to use the bathroom, so he jumped out of the car in still traffic and went into a nearby subway rather than waiting until we got to the hotel. As soon as he did, traffic moved, like we thought it would. It was easy to direct him from there to the hotel though. They had the special keys, but there wasn't a wifi password this year. I'm a Marriott member so I got free wifi anyway though. We hung around for a bit and went to get our badges. Went pretty quick for us basic pass holders, only like 45 minutes. Not bad at all. Deposited our con things at the hotel. Went to Dick's Last Resort. Nick decided he wanted to arm wrestle me for some reason. I won. Of course the waiter saw this so he challenged me. I lost pretty quick, he was large. Might have been better had I not planted my elbow on the goddamn laminated menu, but what can you do? The funniest part was when he brought our drinks, he brought one. Left the others at the station thingy. I got up and got just mine. Then everyone else slowly did it. It was funny. Managed to place a Pokemon on the gym there too. Didn't last that long but was nice anyway. Then we went to Fells Point. Everybody went to a ramen shop but I decided to go to the bar trot early. I was the only one to actually sign up for it in our group. The original company running the bar trot apparently closed. I didn't know there wasn't to be one until a month before, and then I noticed a new company doing it but it was definitely very last minute for them. There were only two bars participating, neither of them being the admiral, which seemed kinda lame. However the Admiral, being awesome as it as, participated ANYWAY. They had the themed drink including the Great and Powerful Trixie. Drank a fuckton of it. They also had a Pinkie Pie and Applejack themed drink that I saw. Then the bartender made a Rainbow Dash drink by combining them all. It was fuckin' awesome. We then went to the Soundgarden because apparently it's just right there and back to the hotel for bed.

Friday:

I got up relatively early, think I actually got almost 8 hours of sleep. Decided to bring my bad Derpy cosplay. Product of a 3$ costume store clearance wing/ear/tail set and a shirt photo transfer. I actually went to opening ceremonies because A. I woke up for it on time, B. I didn't want to just book it to the vendor hall. It was neat, maybe I'll try to do opening ceremonies again. After that, I got to meet up with a group of people from a Scisetdaily (a really cute Sciset tumblr askblog thingy) discord server I joined, which was really cool. We hung out and ate some con food before we split off to do other things. I went to the vendor hall at this point and wandered. Bought one of the cool engraved lighters. It has Princess Luna on it. I also got some 4de plushies (Specifically Fluttershy and Trixie), a fantastic JoJo shirt and some a couple Cutie Corral plushies. Specifically the comic universe reverse world princesses. Apparently its their last year doing cons : (. Comics hadn't been set up yet so I held off on that. Then I bought an absolutely adorable Derpy playmat. Also I got to see something neat. The MyLittleTies booth had A VR demo for the occulus rift where you could wander around Ponyville. It was really cool, even though I had to take my glasses off I could still see well enough for it to be cool. And yes I totally want an occulus rift for this reason.... Sad my computer won't support it. It was sort of disorienting, but I'm sure if I used VR more, I'd get used to it. After this I went to the hotel and deposited my things and headed to the Fursuit photoshoot with a couple friends. Next was the CMC VA panel which was cool. I like the VA panels. I kinda just wandered around again after that before going back to the main hall. I was going to watch the comic creators panel, but the adjacent room had a tesla coil set up and i really wanted to watch them go. Ultimately ended up watching the tesla coils go cause I needed to charge my phone and that is where an outlet was. Caught the end of the comic panel though. I hate when two panels I want to see conflict. Ate some more con food and did a bunch of wandering. Went back to the hotel and switched to a normal shirt and prepped for bronypalooza. Hung out in the other room and played some splatoon2. Really wanted to see Vylet. His set was fuckin awesome. Other acts were really cool too. A lot more electronic music than usual for that early in the night. Then I did something different. Rather than stay at the palooza, I met up with everyone and went to the Anthology 6 panel. Fuckin hysterical. Everyone else went back to the hotel and I went back to the palooza to catch Silva Hound's set. Then went back to the hotel and went to sleep.

Saturday: Decided last minute to bring my Chrysalis cosplay. Ran into the guy I met at an Otakon a few years back, which was cool. I went to the vendor hall first. The comic booth had a box of variant covers for 5$ each. I dropped 60$ on comics. Then I found a Madoka playmat. I also got Bill to grab a movie playmat for me when they went to the vendor hall day 1. I got like 3 mats. I mostly just wandered and observed. Saw a dakimakura that was real funny bud I didn't want to drop 100 at that time. It was a cartoon-y chrysalis laying on a fuzzy pink background and that fuzzy pink background was Fluffllepuff. Next I got to meet up with the cool people from the internet again and we went to the Kelly Sheridan and Kyle Rideout panel as one big group. I thought of a q&a question but by that point the line was to infinity and I knew there was no way, perhaps another time. Once that ended I grabbed some food and went to the crystal arena. Bill and Josh wanted to see how the game had changed and see what the game was like now. They were running a novice tournament that was 10$ you got a deck to play with and two packs and at the end. It was neat learning the game again. It sounds like it really became good. They streamlined it a lot. Went to another fursuit photoshoot. Then we went back and got ready for palooza. I stayed the entire time this time. Really liked Michelle Creber and BlackGryph0n’s set. Chilled out and sat for one of the acts with Andrew and Ethan, needed to save my legs which were super sore. It was fantastic. Got to see Garnika, he's probably my favorite of all the regular artists there. I bought one of his shirts. Although I heard this might have been his last Bronycon? Infinite sadness if thats true. This is about when Kyle and Josh showed up. I also got a message that the fire alarm went off at the hotel. Everybody there had a clusterfuck, Justin slept through it. Turns out someone was vaping or smoking or some nonsense. then Andrew and Ethan returned in time for the end of Garnika's set and Alex S. Was a great time.

Sunday: Waking up was a bit rough since I hadnt gotten to bed until like 330-4. I wanted to go the VA panel but it was at 10 am (Goddamn who DOES that) but I was way to tired to get out of bed on time. I caught the end of it though! Then I went to the vendor hall. I was trying to avoid buying prints, but guess what. Bought so many goddamn prints. Again. Fuck. Oh well. I've tetris'd my walls before and I can totes do it again. Was trying to buy other neat things. I did too. I got a lazer etched geode slice and an edge lit acrylic pane. I really just hung out in the vendor hall with various people and looked at things. Also Nick got me a commission from an artist named Baron Engle. It's Lapis and Peridot as ponies in his style. Really fucking cool. Also bought another glass. Fluttershy this time. Was hoping one of the bands was gonna be at the Bronypalooza table but they weren't. Also had a print ordered to be shipped to me cause one of the print places printer broke. (There are certain booths that will sell art on behalf of the artists that can't be there.) Also bought a little digital nametag thing. It's pretty cool. I gotta get a cord to hook it up to the computer though. Wandered the con a little bit then deposited stuff at the hotel. We went to closing ceremonies after that. Ran into Garnika on the way there which was neat. Before it started we were playing music and everyone was just kinda goofing around. Closing ceremonies were cool. They said they were short 219 from their 33000 charity goal. So they asked the crowd if they could do that and SO MANY people got up to give them money (myself included). Turns out they made like 1200 $ They were then 10 short from 34k, and someone gave them 10$ We got our annual group photo and then headed to the Inner Harbor for some food and to play some Pokemon Go. Went to Bubba Gump's Shrimp Co. Place remains to be fucking fanstastic. Shrimpers Heaven is the best. While we waited for a table we managed to find a whole bunch of cool pokemon, Even did a Machamp raid. Found a fuckin Sandshew, Totodile and Mantine as well. Those are all things I've never seen around here ever. The Bronycon gym was blue so we couldn't do it yet decided to try later. I also evolved my first Gyrados. I decided to do it down there because that's where I essentially started my game. Went around an played some more Pokemon after dinner. The bronycon gym had changed but unfortunately the game broke real hard, we managed to get it down after a half hour of error-ing out a game crashes. Then we should have had it but it turned yellow in the clusterfuck. And no one had it in them to stand there for another half hour of broken game to beat one Blissey. We went back the next day but it had once again turned blue so we never got on it. Then we all went back to the hotel and watched the newest Rick and Morty while packing. Got our shit together and slept.

Monday: We got up and hung out before loading vehicles. Checkout and hotel exiting was pretty easy. Decided to hang around in the inner harbor for a bit. Got lunch at an Irish pub in the pavilion. Yay for pub burgers and vodka cranberries! Then went to do a raid. A bunch of us went to get ice cream, but I went to the bigass Barnes and Noble instead. I had been looking for the Daring Do books at the con but no one had them. Barnes and Noble had one of the ones I was missing. After all that we walked back and headed out. We tried to stay together but traffic was nonsensical so it was hard. Unfortunately a rock flew up and cracked Kyle's windshield. Minor but still annoying. We met up one last time in Wilkes-Barre at a Sheetz. I got some 2 for a dollar hot dogs and they were not good. After hanging out some they left about 15 minutes before us. We thought it'd be funny if we managed to pass them since they had such a ridiculously long head start and guess what? We totally did. It was funny. Got home after that.

Overall:

It was a good fucking time. Usually is. Bought some neat stuff. Got to meet some cool people from the internet. (Honestly, if any of y'all are reading this, even though it wasn't for that long at any given point you were all cool to meet and hang out with. I hope we get to again sometime.) It's honestly been a while since I've done that. It's funny, despite having done this the last 5 years, I don't feel at all burned out. Though next year, I think I'm going to do something different for my usual con photography. I'm going to shoot everything in black and white. (I accidentally left my camera in black and white mode for my first shot) I want to see how that makes things different.

(Also as always my memory is pretty butthole, and I essentially wrote this twice, so there might be errors and things I missed or got in the wrong order.)

#Bronycon #bronycon2017 #baltimore #innerharbor #convention #mlp #lets see if tumblr breaks the formatting

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03.08.2017 MERRY's Gara and sukekiyo's Kyo talk about the upcoming 3 band event organized by MERRY!

I literally just posted an excerpt from this but YOU KNOW WHAT. Here’s the whole thing! This is a REALLY entertaining interview so I had to translate it all! They discuss things such as: how they came up with such a weird event name, who came up with the strange merch, who Kyo wants to stab with a trick knife, what kinds of projects they want to do together in the future, and Gara’s never-ending admiration of Kyo

Enjoy!

MERRY's Gara and sukekiyo's Kyo talk about the upcoming 3 band event organized by MERRY!

“Blooming in March in stupidity, a hail of rusted scissors and martial law at the tricycle flower garden, please forgive me”, a three-band event organized by MERRY, will take place in March in Osaka, Nagoya, and Tokyo. Sukekiyo will perform at each show. In addition, Inugami Circus Dan will perform in Osaka and Metronome will perform in both Nagoya and Tokyo. Each band has their own very strong presence.

I was able to speak with Gara, the mastermind behind this event, and Kyo, who has played an important role in various ways in Gara’s life.

- The last time you two had an interview was six years ago. It was before sukekiyo started activities.

Gara: That's right. We had transferred to the same company as Kyo at that time and Kyo produced something for us. (T/N: MERRY's Beautiful Freaks album!)

- MERRY's journey hasn't been an easy one, has it?

Gara: That's right.

Kyo: It was the worst recently, right? We talked about this a little while ago, but it seemed like you were doing shows every day. I was thinking, "what's the matter with you?”

Gara: Yes. This February was the hardest (wry laugh).

- Now you seem to have an immense urge to create. Are you feeling that kind of fighting spirit?

Gara: I'm focusing all of my efforts on working toward the 5/5 show at Hibiya Yaon.

- Gara, what kind of feeling do you think Kyo projects through his performances with sukekiyo?

Gara: DIR EN GREY's theme is "pain", but I also feel the total opposite. There is rage and spite hidden within silence. I really feel that strongly. Personally, I like sukekiyo's outlook the best. I get really engrossed in the production and lighting, too.

- sukekiyo's shows have a sort of performing arts feel to them, don't they? There are probably some readers who don't know the connection between Gara and Kyo, but Gara once worked as a roadie for Kyo, right?

Gara: That's right. Almost immediately after I went to Tokyo. We met around then. About 20 years have already passed since then. Whenever I had a problem I'd consult with Kyo, he's very reassuring. He scolds me when I mess up and also tells me when I do something right.

- You can't really be described as having a student-teacher relationship, but you do have a relationship where you can talk about anything. This will be the fourth time MERRY and sukekiyo stand on the same stage. Do the fans also welcome this "sukemerry" combination?

Kyo: If I was a fan, I'd probably think "They work at the same office, don't they work together too much anyway?" Is the power of adults at work here? (T/N: I think he means like management making them work together since they’re in the same company?)

Gara: But if you look at the title of this event, none of that power is at work, is it? (laughs)

Kyo: I was asked by Gara "what should we do about a title?". I said, "Let's each take turns writing one word at a time”. And this was the result.

Gara: sukekiyo, Metronome, Inugami Circus Dan. They're nothing but bands with their own strong personalities, so I thought about what to name the event for a long time. With these bands I really wanted a suitable name so I asked Kyo, and this was his idea.

- So that's how it happened. It’s fun to imagine who chose which word. It's a really long title, so I was thinking that all of the elements in the title would somehow influence the show.

Gara: You're putting too much thought into it (Laughs). At first we didn't say who was performing and just announced the title. The fans all thought "What is this?" Since DIR EN GREY had their own schedules, the fans probably didn't think that sukekiyo would be participating, either.

Kyo: Since last year we've been saying that we want to perform together again.

Gara: This time I personally asked Kyo directly, "are you free in March?" It's an event MERRY is sponsoring, but I talked a lot with Kyo and the other sukekiyo members and it was fun, so I feel like the event is really fresh.

Kyo: And to be more specific, there’s the goods, right? We thought, "Let's make something that absolutely no one else would."

Gara: We started with the goods when Yuu asked, "What do we want to make?" But they ended up being ideas that made us constantly ask "Kyo, where did you get the idea for this?"

Kyo: I'm the type that is constantly full of ideas.

Gara: Even the stickers. If you buy a winning sticker, for some reason you'll win a Nero dakimakura.

Kyo: We had a discussion like "Wouldn't it be great if the prize was something like a dakimakura?" and then the conversation turned to "Let's make one of Nero!"

Gara: We didn’t tell Nero “we’re making these sorts of goods”. We just out of nowhere showed him the final product and said, “we’re releasing this dakimakura of you!” He was so pleased. I’m really glad that even planning the goods for this event was so fun.

- It sounds like you had more fun than the fans will (Laughs)

Gara: Yes. When Kyo told us that he wanted to sell a toy knife we were really surprised. It's one of those trick knives used in magic tricks that retracts. My immediate reaction was "Do we need this?" (Laughs)

Kyo: It doesn't matter whether or not we need it. It's about selling goods that no other band has sold before. It's that kind of festival-like event, so people will buy things while thinking "What... what the hell is this?" And it's good for stabbing your friends with, too.

Gara: That's right (laughs). In spite of you being so busy lately, you were so fast with this. I learned a lot about how you come up with such ideas.

Kyo: I hate sitting around and not accomplishing anything. I'm the type who wants to finish things quickly. Ideas for interesting things just come to me on their own.

Gara: That’s how Kyo is for production too, with both sukekiyo and DIR EN GREY, he’s constantly doing something. Even though we’re usually pretty close to each other, this is a process I didn’t know about before. So I feel like it was a good opportunity for me.

- Kyo, what do you think of MERRY in recent years?

Kyo: Recently, I've seen a lot of photos of Gara wearing the cap from school uniforms and thought, "So this is what their current shows are like." In February they had a huge number of shows, and a morning show, and shows only held if it rained, too. It honestly made me think "There's got to be something wrong with him"

- They keep having very rich and energetic shows. To go back to our previous topic, during the March event, will you do a collaboration together at the event in March?

Kyo: Well, I don't think we will this time, right?

Gara: To be honest, after tracking them down, I just want to enjoy sukekiyo, since their performances are so unique. Even though I’d been singing for over 10 years and had never felt that nervous about it, when sukekiyo asked me to sing on stage with them before, I seriously felt like I'd throw up.

Kyo: Hahaha!

Gara: I thought, “this is how Kyo sings?” The pressure was definitely not small. Their performance is very delicate, and the music and melodies are seriously hard. This is our fourth time together, but I want to show him that both as Gara and as Merry, we’ve grown up. I have confidence now. In Osaka, Nagoya, and finally in Tokyo, I want it to be like a collision from the very beginning. This is our first time with Inugami Circus Dan, and our last time with Metronome was about 10 years ago. They're all bands with really strong personalities, so I'm looking forward to it.

- Kyo is releasing a new book, "Aum no ari" in April. It covers a wide range of expression. Gara, do you want to try making something like this too?

Gara: I've thought about it a lot. I've seen Kyo drawing, painting, and releasing poetry and photography books.

Kyo: You've released something too!

Gara: I have, but it's absolutely nowhere near being in the same level of cool as Kyo's. It's about collapsing from a herniated disc on stage.

Kyo: I think it's a good thing that you released something that fresh and direct.

Gara: When I said I was going to get surgery, Kyo was the one who told me "You should write something about this". When he produced for us before, he used to tell me, "Isn't it best to try doing other things too, not just the band?" Yuu drawn, Nero does photography. Kyo didn't just tell me this, he told the whole band, and it made all of us want to create more.

Kyo: If you take inspiration from things other than music and then bring it back to your own music, it feels fresher, and you can make things from different perspectives. I thought that if MERRY did this sort of thing, I thought their appeal would get even stronger, so I told them this constantly back then.

- I see. You should continuously do what you want in different ways. In June, sukekiyo is holding a hall performance at Tokyo International Forum, "rakkasuru getsumen". Its' title has a deep meaning, too.

Kyo: This show will have a different feeling than the others so far. We're still in the meeting stage, so I don't know how far it'll go, but I'm thinking of changing our way of expression to something a little newer.

Gara: Can audience members move a little at sukekiyo's current shows?

Kyo: There are some days like that.

Gara: What about the event in March?

Kyo: Well, it's an event. That doesn't mean that anything is okay, but it's no good if our fans move.

Gara: Will you say something?

Kyo: “Shut up!"

Gara: Hahah. So for example, if people who haven't seen sukeiyo before start shouting, then it'll be really bad...

Kyo: My fans will glare at them.

Gara: Hahaha! It’s a matter of reading the atmosphere, isn't it?

Kyo: Yes, yes. Sukekiyo fans have thought about "what does it mean to be a sukekiyo fan". If someone is moving around too much, they'll think "ah, this person doesn't know anything..."

- I see (laughs)

Gara: When I sang "mama" at Akasaka BLITZ, 1,000 totally motionless people were looking at me. I'd never been stared at in complete silence like that before, it was really rough (wry laugh)

Kyo: MERRY and sukekiyo's fans have been to events together before, and they both know what kind of style we each have, so I think everyone gets along. I wonder what it'll be like with Inugami Circus Dan and Metronome's fans though. I wonder if they’ll all be kind.

Gara: I didn’t want to have the same atmosphere as usual events. I think it’s better to show each performer’s personality and intensity. Even though there are three bands, there will be plenty of time for each one. I want people to be able to understand the atmosphere and perspective of each band.

Kyo: Recently I already said it’s okay, but I want to play together again.

Gara: Right! We talked about doing a tour in places like cabarets, in clubs in rundown parts of the city.

Kyo: I want to try calling on Chinese and Korean visual kei bands, too.

Gara: Revivals of old bands would be good too, right?

Kyo: I wonder if they’d get back together if we asked? Like ●●●● or ×××× . (T/N: These were two censored band names)

Gara: They have similar worldviews, don’t they. (Laughs) This time it'd be good if there were some performers, too.

Kyo: Being able to do things like that freely is MERRY and sukekiyo's strong point. They're bands of course, but it seems like anything could happen during their shows.

- Outside of sukekiyo and MERRY's events, are there any other projects you want to do together?

Kyo: No, nothing like that.

Gara: Yes, by all means, I want to try something.

Kyo: Something like a split CD together would be interesting.

Gara: Yes. We're from the same company, soI think there are a lot of things we would be able to do.

Kyo: I said before that it sounds like we just do things together since we’re from the same company, but if we can overcome this obstacle by doing something together, no one will say anything about it anymore.

Gara: And that's the interview! I have a question though. What were you thinking of when you decided to make the knife?

Kyo: Stabbing Nero.

Gara: No, no no! (laughs). Is that the reason why everyone will buy it?

Kyo: Well, we didn't make that many, so it's pretty rare? The Sukemerry knife.

Gara: No, that's not right. It's the “oinochi okunhareya knife”! (laughs)

Kyo: Hahaha!

Gara: We decided on the names of all the goods together, too. "Let's add ‘okunnahareya’ to all their names" Huh? Are we really going to have “gum okunnahareya” too?

Kyo: Yeah. I wanted to make trick gum that will snap onto your finger. (T/N: I guess like a mousetrap sort of prank?)

Gara: When I asked Kyo "What should we sell?" he said "trick gum". It's not something that a good adult would buy. You just put your finger it in it and say “yaay!” It's over after the first time, probably (laughs)

Kyo: That's good though. Buy it just for that one moment.

- It seems like it'll be a festival before and after the show, too. (laughs) Since we have the chance to talk together, is there anything else you want to say to each other?

Gara: When I stand on stage I can't be defeated, but if I consider the path I should take and the attitude I should have as a vocalist, Kyo is the closest person who sings and also teaches by example. I hope it’s always like this. Someday I want him to tell me, “You’ve finally made it here”. As long as I’m in a band, this is a goal I’ll try to reach.

Kyo: Why are you being so serious?! (laughs). I want to produce a young band together with Gara. There's a lot of things that we can’t do as just the two of us. It'd probably be something REALLY weird. Don’t include our names!

Gara: I'd like it if this event was a chance for us to create something together. That's the feeling I have.

Kyo: It'd be nice if we included the young band we produce.

Gara: You're really looking forward to this, aren't you? After this event, I think we'll probably say "What should we do next time?" and come up with ideas together.

- Well, lastly, let's talk about your aspirations for this event.

Gara: The event is full of really strong bands, so I want to end the event by making people remember MERRY's name. I just want the other band's fans to see what MERRY can show or express. If the event ends with people just thinking "that was fun!" then the event has no meaning.

- What do you think, Kyo?

Kyo: I'm just here because of MERRY. I'll enter the venue as usual, and go eat ramen after the show.

Gara: You say that, but since it's you, Kyo, I don't know what you're actually going to do! I'm nervous that something is going to happen.

Kyo: MERRY is the one who gave me this freedom!

Gara: Scary... (laughs) This event that I put together myself is putting pressure on me, but I'll do my best.

Original interview: http://top.tsite.jp/news/j-rock/i/34725685/

#sukekiyo #kyo #merry #gara #interview #translation #SAVE YOURSELF NERO #yeah i posted the whole thing #what are u gonna do #dir en grey

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