#I WOULD DO SM TO HIM ITS ILLEGAL

[onlyseokmins]

Something about these pics making me feel things 😩, I just need him to rearrange my guts!!

His airport fits lately have been 🥲🤤 and his arm in the first????? Fuckin salvitating...

[amica-aenigmata-naboo]

Strip

Dominick "Sunny" Carisi Jr. x Y/N - drabble - 2K WC

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Warnings: undercover Carisi, stripper reader but nothing described, threats, trafficking, abuse, mention of SA, basically all the warnings that come with SVU as a whole

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Carisi sighed as the colorful flashing lights made the club feel ethereal. The naked flesh around him emanating the pungent smell of sex, money. He would never get used to that part of the job. He always felt bad for the women in this place. Not because they were sex workers, but because of how the men viewed them, treated them. As if they weren’t human, something to use. And the men always had these dark hollow eyes, like sharks. Throwing money like that somehow gave them permission to do as they pleased. The mic in his suit scratched against his skin as his arm stretched to follow you. 

Sitting him in the large chair of the private suite, you closed the curtain, turning around to face the man. You walked towards him with a sway in your hips.

“Is it ok if we… don’t?” the man said.

You stopped in front of him with a confused and shocked expression. “You don’t want a dance?”

“No… but I can pay,” he said, fumbling with his wallet before he handed you $200. “I just needed to get away…” he mumbled trying to remember the name you had told him over the thumping music.

“Candy.” you shrugged, taking the money from him and putting it under the strap of your bra. “Not a fan of clubs?” you asked him before sitting on the arm of the chair as it was the only place to sit in the tiny room. 

“Sunny,” he said, shaking your hand like a gentleman, “And no not really, especially this one.” he said, looking up at you. 

You let out a chuckle, “No? I’ll let you in on a little secret - me neither.” you took out a cigarette and lighter from behind the chair, you and the other dancers had them stashed in almost every room.

“Oh? And why is that?” he asked, taking the lighter from you and holding it out for you to light the cig. 

“Strippers don’t have worker protections ya know? And our boss, yikes.” you said, letting out a drag.

“The uh, the big Russian guy?” Carisi asked. The Russian owner was the target, after one of the girls from the club had been found dead in an alley with a surprising amount of “work” to make sure she was hard to identify. 

“Vladimir Kosorovka.” you said, even his name sent a chill down your spine. “He’s…” you paused, realizing what you said next could earn you one of Vlad’s punishments.

“You’re safe, I promise.” Carisi said, instinctively going to hold your hand.

“He’s a monster.” you shuddered. “Diamond went missing and he didn’t even sound concerned… and when she was found… dead, all messed up… I swear he smiled? Like he was happy that it took the police days to figure out she worked here, and that's only because Daisy called the tipline because she was worried.” you said, your hand trembling in his grasp. “I think he did it.” you whispered.

“Why’s that?” the man asked, his eyes told you he wanted to know but that he would also protect you from Vlad.

“Ya know, its never been hard for me to tell when a cop comes in, especially undercover. You all look around too much.” you said, pushing Carisi’s shirt aside slightly, seeing the mic taped to his chest. Carisi looked down, trying to think of what to do now that he was compromised. “You’re safe, I promise.” you said, squeezing his hand for reassurance. 

“What can you tell me about your boss?” he said, much more confident in himself now that he wasn’t hiding. 

“Like I said, he’s a monster. He beats us. Robs us. Rapes us. We’re his and we all owe him a debt… If I knew the price I never would have come here…” you sighed.

“Come here?” Carisi asked.

“He brought all of us to the USA, all the dancers out there are illegal, including myself. It's why we don’t leave… can’t leave… until we work off our $20K debt. If we have sex with him he takes off $100. Even if he forces us… how generous.” you said with a nervous smile, trying to conceal your anxiety. You had never told anyone this, but something about the man in front of you made you feel safe.

“What do you want to do, if you didn’t have to stay here?” he asked.

His question stunned you for a moment, realizing it was coming from him and was completely unrelated to police work. “I… want to become a citizen and go to school…” you said.

“And then what?” he said, his eyes encouraging you to go on. 

You smiled softly at him, “I want to be a lawyer… to put people like Vlad away.” 

Carisi broke out into a bright smile, he couldn’t help it. “I’m gonna be a lawyer too, maybe I’ll see you in class sometime.” 

You put your cigarette out on the back of the chair, flicking the butt behind it as well, “Wouldn’t that be nice?” you said, a tinge of sadness in your voice.

Suddenly you heard stomping, the pattern was familiar - Vlad. You could hear him yelling in Russian but only one word stuck out to you -  конфеты. Candy. Without thinking you pushed Sunny back against the chair, your fingers running through his silver locks to mess his hair up. You tugged at his tie, covering the mic.

“Trust me?” you said, looking at him with panic stricken eyes.

He nodded quickly, hearing the steps get closer. 

You dropped to your knees, undoing his belt quickly before dragging down his zipper. Carisi’s face was burning red but he played into it when the door swung open, throwing his head back and gripping your hair.

“Move it Candy.” Vlad said with hostility in his tone, yanking you up by your arm. 

“Hey man I paid $200 for this action, let her finish eh?” Carisi said with faux irritation.

Vlad looked between the two of you, he snatched the $200 from your bra strap before tossing you back towards Carisi. Your tall heels made you stumble backwards, landing straight in his lap. “Make him happy, then come to VIP.” he said before slamming the door shut.

Carisi felt you tense when Vlad mentioned VIP. “What’s in VIP?” 

You remained frozen on his lap, “Nothing good… It’s the last place Diamond went before she…” your hands clenched into fists.

Carisi gently switched places with you, sitting you down before he straightened out his clothes. “Stay here.” he said.

You snatched his hand, “Please don’t leave. You’re the police, you have to protect me… something awful will happen to me if I go up there.”

“Trust me?” he asked, squeezing your hand. 

You looked between his eyes for any signs of deception but found none, you nodded watching him open the door to leave. “My name is Y/N. Y/N L/N… just in case something happens to me.” you blurted out.

“Dominick Carisi, nothing is gonna happen to you. I promise.” he said before shutting the door. 

You stayed still and silent, after a moment you heard screams, yelling, the music cut off and it sounded like people were raiding the building. You stayed where you were not wanting to bump into Vlad or any of his friends. When the door burst open you saw a woman with brown hair and eyes. 

“Hey you’re ok, my name is Olivia, you’re safe.” she said, shrugging her large jacket off before handing it to you.

You took it, nodding at her gratefully as you put it on. Anything was better than walking into the cold New York air in a tiny string bikini if you could even call it that. Olivia led you out slowly, red and blue lights flashing everywhere. 

“I want Sunny.” you said randomly as EMT’s sat you down, covering you with a shock blanket.

“Ok honey, I’ll send him your way.” Olivia said before re-entering the club.

After a while you saw him emerge and come your way. You don’t know why but as soon as you saw him your eyes watered and you couldn’t help but hug him.

“Thank you…” you whispered. 

He hugged you back, trying to comfort you.

The embrace didn’t last long, Vlad was dragged out in cuffs but as soon as he saw you hugging a cop he rushed you. He knocked you to the ground before the cops could restrain him. “You are dead little one. You cannot hide from me in this city. I own it, I own you. You and Diamond will both belong to the gutter. Slut.” he said, spitting at you with his final insult before being dragged off.

Carisi helped you off the ground, “That was a direct threat to a key witness.” he said to Olivia.

“I know. She needs a safehouse.” Olivia said.

“No please! Vlad has friends in the police, I am as good as dead.” you said with a watery voice.

“No you’re not. I’ll take care of this.” Carisi said to Liv, she nodded at him despite not knowing his whole plan. 

Carisi left you with the EMT’s while he had his wire removed and stored with the rest of the evidence. As he sauntered back to you, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you looked in the early morning light. The sun had yet to rise but it was slowly making its way there. 

“Come on.” he said, holding a hand out to you.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he led you to his cruiser. 

“Home. It’s safe, warm, and nobody will know you are there.” he assured you. 

“Is that allowed?” you asked out of curiosity.

Carisi shrugged, “Our secret.” 

You smiled and nodded. The drive was quiet and you were sure you fell asleep at some point because when you woke up you saw the city behind you. “Staten Island?” you asked.

Sunny nodded as he parked before running around to your side to open the door. He walked ahead of you, showing you to his apartment. Inside you finally stopped shivering, you kneeled down finally taking off your heels. When you stood on your feet you let out a sigh of relief. Now you had to look up at Sunny when he spoke.

“I’ll get you some clothes.” he said before walking off. You remained where you were, feeling awkward. 

When he returned he handed you some pajamas that were soft to the touch, “They’re my nieces, should fit you.”

“Thanks.” you said, dropping the coat Olivia had given you to put them on. You noticed the blush on Carisi’s face as you dressed. “Don’t get embarrassed now.” you chuckled.

His laugh was the most perfect sound you’d heard in so long. Genuine and full of heart. “Italian?” you said.

He looked at you with intrigued eyes, “What gave it away?” he asked.

“You put your heart into everything.” you said. You were always so perceptive, it saved you more times than you could count.

Carisi smiled at that, “Are you hungry?” he asked.

“Honestly I’d love to just sleep… Vlad kept the club open 24/7 and made us do coke to keep up. I don’t remember the last time I slept in a bed.” you said, crossing your arms in front of you to hold yourself.

Carisi’s smile dropped to one of knowing sadness. He nodded for you to follow him which you did. He opened a door at the end of a narrow hallway. A large bed with blue bedding. 

“She’s all yours.” Carisi said.

You smiled at him before running and jumping onto the bed. Your body melted instantly at the softness of it all. The second you closed your eyes you felt yourself drifting off. You could hear Sunny giggling at your actions before you felt him pull a blanket over you. 

“I’ll be here when you wake up, just down the hall. Come get me if you need anything.” he said before leaving. 

As you drifted off you couldn’t stop thinking about the man who not only saved you but made you feel something other than terror. It wasn’t lust, it was more pure than that. Butterflies? God you hoped so, and hoped that just maybe he felt them too.

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Naboo's Note:

Merry Crisis everyone lol my brain is so fried and its only going to get worse over the next three days. Hope ya'll enjoy, XOXOXOX!!!!!!

[pumpkinsy0]

U got any curtis gang new yrs hcs??

unfortunately they wont leave my mind, so yes i do

•look im basing this off of me cause its sm fun to do, but when its nearing 12am, pony likes to put on a song that he RLLY liked that year, like its carrying him into the new year, its comforting!!! usually near that time u wont find him in the living room, but alone either outside or in his room

•soda gets suupperrr sentimental, hes the friend going around telling u how much u meant to him that year, he has NOOOO shame about it, hes a lover what can he say

•dallas doesnt attend their new years party, believe it or not hes not the HUGEST fan of parties he never stays for the full amount of one, if he does go to the house, he stays for 30 minutes before running away and the gang doesnt see him till the 3rd of january, nobody knows what he does or goes, but he always comes back so its whatever

•johnny and pony have a thing where they either fistbump at midnight or blow those party horns at each others face!! they would always bet on who would get a midnight kiss bonus money if they guessed who it would b w

•YES, steve and soda have been each others midnight kiss btw, u could take this as romantic or not bc it was never on the lips, only like forehead or something “as a joke”🙄

•i dont think steve is that much of a party animal, at least for a new years party, he has a habit of going outside, watching illegal fireworks that really should classify as bombs while thinking about his life and throwing party snaps on the ground, then going back inside to live it up so he doesnt get too sad blah blah blah repeat. he gives the rest of the party snaps to pony and johnny

•the curtis gang will leave up christmas decorations for MONTHS, they dont rlly buy new decorations. two bit however loves to take the mistletoe down to put it in a new place and annoy surprise everyone by screaming whos under it

•the gang wuestion dally on the times square ball drop a lot, hes went ONCE and will always rant about how stupid and annoying it is, he says its like top 3 worst new years ever bc of how cramped it was but the gang will notttt believe him, they think hes just being grumpy

•u can expect to hear allllll of darrys new years resolutions bc hes making some for himself AND the gang, u leave trash on the floor and he passive aggressively suggest a new years resolution for u to throw it out😭ill tell u what tho he follows through on his resolutions for the most part u gotta commend him

•when i think of johnny and new years i think of tyler the creator being upset that he was making a stupid ass sandwich into the new year

•alternatively when i think of two bit and new years i think of camilla cabeo??? i think it was???? and her tweets for new hears where shes like “i havent showered since last year” and she was doing it consecutively each new years

•mrs curtis made this tradition to take a new years picture each new years and the gang WILL keep that alive!!! they choose one person from the gang to keep the photo forevveerrr and everrrrr

•the gang also makes a time capsule!! this was something they didnwhen they were wayyy younger but some of the gang still make it, althought there is this one time capsule literally EVERYONE forgot where it was buried so its just somewhere chillin in the backyard</33

•do u guys think they would drive over to the curtis parents’ graves and hang w em for a bit, pouring alcohol and soda to commemorate em,,,i think so,,,,theyd do the same for dally and johnny

[heartsforjohnnycake]

Guys here me out, purely but its that was then, this is now time, and like PEEK when pony was rough (would be probably right after mark got arrested, since he was his bsf at the time, and Cathy just broke up with him, and darry and soda had been working even more, ext.) so he's really rough, also peak addiction bc he had a stash from mark saved, and its like BAD BAD, and curly catches on and decided to be like “hey. Ok, stop, that's not ok.” (it wasn't hard he lost a shit ton of weight, and kinda overall just looked AWFUL.) but him and pony fight about it and its kinda just them beefing

UR SO REAL FOR THIS ONE ‼️

i think pony would've also sold,, or at LEAST did smth illegal, like to earn money to buy his stuff. ik his ass knew so many people, too, so he could've easily been fucked over or fucked someone over !!

darry n soda catch on REAL quick, there was SM yelling that night, but they actually agreed w curly (shocker . 😒) abt ponyboy and like pulled him from school (made him do his work n stuff, but at home. his ass was homeschooled), when they confronted him he started tryna MANIPULATE their asses, like bud ur lucky ur not in jail rn???? they literally got SO mad. anyone who knew about it.

ok thats all i got

[asteriastarr]

hello there you amazing hooman

could you do a part 2 of the Shapshifter!reader and the group watching Deuce play sport?

i loved it so much and somehow you know me/y/n is very chaotic. but in this part 2 its the next day and y/n FINALLY sat through her whole detention because Deuce asked her too. then they are all hanging out in the common room area and heath is teasing y/n for only doing detention for Deuce.

Part 2 to this

THANKS SM FOR THE REQUEST! So like warning: Heath is kinda an ass because I wasn't sure how exactly to write it nyways hope you enjoy!

POV: Shapeshifter!Reader finally serving her detentions because deuce asked her to.

The gang- minus Y/n- sat in the common room, chatting amongst themselves.

“So, uh- where’s Y/n?” Clawdeen asked, glancing around the common room.

“Oh, she’s uh- in detention.” Deuce shrugged glancing down at his phone.

“Wait- What? Why? She hates detention.” Draculaura questioned.

“Yeah- she would never willingly do a detention if she could get out of it.” Clawdeen added.

“It’s true, she once tried to fake a drowning to get Headmistress Bloodgood to feel pity for her and remove her detention- that landed her extra detentions.” Frankie pointed out.

“Oh- well, I asked her to.” Deuce shrugged.

“Why?” Heath asked.

“So, she doesn’t get another one, she’s racked up about seventeen already,” Deuce said, looking down at his phone as it vibrated.

“How?” Draculaura asked.

“By skipping them,” Deuce said.

“Detentions should’ve ended an hour ago though, why isn’t she here yet?” Frankie asked.

As if summoned, a very exhausted-looking Y/n walked through the common room door.

“I just did- seventeen hours’ worth of detentions.” She gasped, wiping soot off of her cheek.

“Are you okay?” Draculaura asked.

“No! They made me do hard labour!” She exclaimed, moving to sit between Heath and Deuce, moving to lay her head on his lap “Did you know this school has a dragon? Cause I didn’t, not even like just a student, an actual fire breathing dragon and I had to bloody take care of it!”

Deuce moved his hands to play with her very messy hair as she ranted about how making students do hard labour should be illegal.

“I hate you for making me do that.” She hissed, crossing her arms.

“Would you rather get more detentions?” He asked.

“Yes, I would simply just… not serve them.” She said, “I only did it because you asked me to.”

“Aww, would you do anything because Deuce asked?” Heath teased.

“Heath, I am not too tired to extinguish you.” She threatened.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Heath said.             

“Believe me, I would.” She hissed.

“But Deuce wouldn’t like that.” “Heath stop talking.” Deuce said as Y/n slowly sat up.

“That’s it.” She hissed, turning herself into a lion.

Heath screamed, running out of the common room, Y/n chasing after him.

“Miss L/n! No trying to murder your classmates!” Mr Komos yelled.

“Ugh! Fuck off!” She yelled.

“Do you want another detention?” “Sure, you can’t make me take it!”                         

[oddogoblino]

I love your labhog au. It's really interesting and unique! There's one thing I would like to know more, tho

How does the company profit with Sonic? And it is ilegal, right?

Maybe the government (does Mobius even have proper government? lol) will end those operations? Or maybe Amy will confess the truth to Tails and Knuckles, and they take down the company, but idk

Sorry for speculating sm, but this AU is really neat ;3

And it's so tragic what Sonic had to go through (and is going through) 😭😭 especially considering that Sonic would've saved the world anyways. I really hope it will have a happy ending :)

Oh my goodness thank you so much!! I've been meaning to try and draw a new ref thing for him recently, funnily enough! I never thought anyone would just find and like my au :0!!

Okay okay, for the questions

The company profits from Sonic via making merchandise and entertainment products about his adventures. (Aka games...yes I may be hinting that the lab/company is SEGA)

Yes it is illegal. But would the government even question, let alone acknowledge it when it's protecting everyone from a world-wide threat? Not as likely. For all anyone thinks, Sonic is doing this for himself and the people. The mobius "government" is mostly unaware, though there are some who secretly have been providing information and aid.

Amy wants to tell, she really does, but she doesn't know how deep things go. She doesn't want to risk herself or Sonic until she knows exactly how much power the company has. She needs a plan to escape, a place for them to escape to, and the knowledge on how to make sure everyone involved is safe. All she knows is she was taken suddenly to be a "love interest" and fellow hero, she thinks the same happened to Sonic but can't understand why he won't just run away with her and the others.

No no its okay!! I love it really! I love that you liked my au this much to think abt and ask things like this!! It helps me know that people enjoy it & that there's things people want to know ^^☆ and that's very motivating! You don't understand how happy this ask made me

Yehhh quq poor boy is really going through it. Not sure if to spoil how things end or not bc ik ppl enjoy the journey just as much as the ending

[mattphobiia]

SMOKE SESSION.

we sat outside hiding behind the back of matt's car that was parked in the garage as we took turns passing over the joint while we updated each other on our lives. we were originally hanging out with matt and chris when they started bickering on about some crap we didn't understand and was stressing us both out.

"so, what's going on with you?" i ask, still holding the joint before taking a long drag, inhaling sharply as i watch the left over smoke escape my mouth.

"ill be honest, not much has been happening . just regular stuff with the channel, but everything is slow right now." he sighs, taking the joint off me before rolling his eyes, taking a deep puff.

"fair enough, but i mean isn't it so cool that we are just down here smoking weed? imagine if one of your brothers catches us! that would be funny."

"its not like its illegal, besides we are both twenty so we can do what we want."

"well, technically it is illegal." i add in before snatching it away from him as he gives me a death stare in response.

"did i ask you to be smart? you know what i meant, its not the end of the world." he huffs, leaning his head against the car. "you have to admit though, smoking weed here feels so surreal."

"couldn't agree more." i reply, laughing as i pass nick the joint again which was almost running out, but he declines.

"just have the rest, im already high enough." he laughs, and i nod before bringing it back to my lips. "honestly, life feels great when im high with you. you're an asshole sometimes, but so am i and thats what makes us best friends."

"well that was rude, but yes, i agree. we need to do this more often, but maybe with the others though because they might get mad if they discovered we smoked without them."

"i dont think matt will get that mad since he only smokes to calm his nerves, but chris would act like a big baby and have one of his little tantrums." nick laughs.

"nothings new with him then, what a surprise." i roll my eyes, both of us laughing to ourselves like maniacs. i always had the best times with nick, sober or intoxicated. he always made life seem less stressful and scary, like all my worries just disappeared for a while when i was around him. sometimes i questioned if he was secretly magic because my negativity goes away so fast i didnt know whether to believe if he was just cursing me or something, or a blessing. i think im just crazy.

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a/n: something a lil different😛 also im just adding that this is not romantic whatsoever and only platonic (unless you identify as male and want to interpret it that way then go ahead but other than that no), i was also getting high myself when i suddenly got this idea so i wrote down a summary of what i was thinking and i dont actually write about nick much so i wanted to base it off him buttttt.... HOORAY! thank u all sm for all the support again i just appreciate u all so much like fr can i kiss u (jokes) i might write another lil series involving my boy matthew but nothing has came to mind yet so keep a look out;3

[futureplayboibunnie]

‘‘WICKED GAME’’ PT.1

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- i’m finally doing a multiple chapter fic and damn the ideas i have for this one is simply unpalatable. i’m so inspired by the songs ‘wicked game’ by chris isaak and ‘lover you should’ve come over’ by jeff buckley for this fic. it completely captures the smokey, moody, neo-noir atmosphere i’m trying to get across.

i’m basically going for enforced proximity, two cold and heartless people falling for each other, SO MUCH TENSION, SO MUCH ANGST. the ‘touch her and i’ll kill you’ type or dynamic that you WILL have in the forseeable. i don’t want to give too much away, but i love u sm <3

There was never really a job description for this kind of thing.

Drills were expected, training was a necessity but when push came to shove, you would have to save the fucking world from evil or entities no one really knew how to deal with.

But what no one truly could grasp was the evil lurking underground, the corruption and illegalities were strenious and massively interconnected to the point where everyone in the Avengers had special training when it came to undercover work. And once every few years, the rings of corruption bore its ugly head again; everyone had to take turns undercover, it was almost never the people whose true strengths relied upon the sorts but it was simply the rules. It was the equivilent of jury duty: unmissable and boring as fuck.

What made it more interesting is that it was coupled up in pairs, and no one had a say in the matter. It was a mission and it had to be done, for the greater good. This year it was you and Doctor Strange which was actually very strange considering he had more experience in the exact opposite. Seeing him take down a ring would be interesting as his strengths and ambitions lie upon the cosmos and time itself not just a bunch of goons with hard drugs. You and Natasha were far more qualified for this than anyone else.

You never really interacted with Strange that much, you'd hardly uttered a word to him and he you. It was different. Stephen was quiet, he wasn't that hard and arrogant sorcerer people believed him to be anymore- he didn't have time to be in over his head.

From what you could survey, Stephen was cold and calculating, he would rather die than get his hands bloody or dirty- and that's where you came in. The fists of it all. You knew that Stephen's brains would be useful in all of this, it would definitely get this chore done quicker...

Though Tony did have one rule, no fraternizing with your opposite partner. It would sidetrack the mission and he didn't have time for it.

Now you were both here, in a crappy motel stuck for a year with each other; you barely knew him. You didn't really build an impression of him but you wanted to understand what made him tick, what made him so distant, so cold. It intruiged you to see that nothing ever affected him, it was is if everything was surface level and you couldn't help but want to dig deeper into his psyche- even though it wasn't in your right to pry, you were just colleagues after all. This was all just a professional courtesy. Just two people doing their jobs.

Did you really need to get to know him either? It would probably be difficult to live off the land by only exchanging a curt 'hello', 'I have a plan' or 'are we getting food or cooking?' You'd have to stick it out.

Stephen watched you as you lugged your bags into the room, he wondered if this was some sort of cruel joke Tony was playing- he could obviouslv pay for just about any type of infrastructure in the city, something a lot better than this. But with a little bit of deliberation he came to the conclusion that this undercover shit had to be believable and spending a year in the most expensive studio apartment in the city would be highly suspicious.

The room wasn't too small actually, it was unexpectedly clean. It had a kitchenette with an island and a small dining table and thankfully: two bedrooms. Crisp, snowy sheets and a plumped up pillow was all he needed, he was grateful for the two seperate rooms for at least a slight modicum of privacy; though he expected he wouldn't be getting much of that.

Although Stephen didn't have a choice in the matter, he had no idea how he would be useful in an undercover mission- his powers were quite literally unmissable and there were plenty of other people more qualified for this but rules were rules. He could just take out the entire drug ring by conjuring a portal to the literal depths of hell but no, Tony insisted that this be handled delicately. They had connections from all over the city and the mayor insisted that this be completely covert not a public spectacle for prying eyes to criticise.

Believe it or not, Stephen wanted to get his fists bloody. So bad. He was aching for it.

It wasn't even about powers and his ability anymore, he wanted to watch his knuckles bleed and turn white with every punch and every hit. What made it hilarious is that people believed the opposite. Stephen was just so angry and irate all of the time, it was like the testosterone was building inside of his body cemented by his own primal nature. He just wanted to be messy, maybe this was what he needed: to watch himself completely lose it and spiral into oblivion but then again...you would be the one with his mess on your hands.

Then again...it was you that was working with him.

The recluse. The moody. The cryptic.

Stephen was too busy watching your wild eyes dart to every corner of the room, giving nothing away in the process as usual when you percieved your surroundings. When he closed the door and dropped off his bags, he took the split second to survey you at your most candid. You were still acting like a hardass, completely unpleased with this outcome but your face seemed lighter...probably due to the unexpectedness of the room actually being clean. Stephen wondered if he could break through this exterior, it would make his life a hell of a lot easier and he needed that right now.

You darted to one of the bedrooms and scanned it eagerly, letting out a flat ‘’This one's mine. Unpack and then we'll pull some files on these goons.’’ You sounded so fucking done already and he was onlv mirroring that reaction silently as he retreated to the room you so kindly left him.

Stephen let out a sigh as he closed the door. The window offered a pleasant view of the concrete jungle outside, the neon signs gleaming ruby and lagoon as the argon lit up his room dimly. The blackening sky outside seemed to blacken his thoughts, he was straying already- attempting to grasp the broken thoughts of a damaged man working with a woman he barely knew and trying to understand how he could stick this out for a year.

It was just a mission after all. A fucking year long mission without any outside communication except for each other. A year to dismantle the drug ring that just keeps coming back and now you both had to end it once and for all.

You seemed to get unpacked fairly quickly, your mind was running rampant which only transferred to your physical movements. You still couldn't wrap your head around Stephen but right now you had to focus on your first moves by going through the files Tony gave you. It'll be a banal and tedious task indeed and you were simply keening at the idea.

Ugh. How was any of this going to work if you barely even talk to each other? All you knew is that he would rather die than get his fists bloody, that's the only type of impression you got from him already.

Stephen finally creaked open his bedroom door and through the small slit he viewed you wandering and pacing up and down the kitchenette absolved in your own thoughts. You looked panicked...worried, yet Stephen wasn't concerned about it. He finally got out of his room and the noise of the door closing behind him made you whip your head around. He looked...for a lack of better words, like hell. It was so fucking late, neither of you should be up at this unholy hour.

"Oh, hey.’' You sounded breathless but stephen noticed your eyes slightly softening at the sight of him.

'’Hey. It's late.’’ Stephen said in response and it made him internally cringe a little at the incessant need for small talk.

‘’Yeah, I'm hungry.’’ You said coldly and it made him raise a brow at how quickly you could change your tone, is this something he needed to be concerned about? Hmm, he'd sleep on it. ‘’I can’t be bothered to make anything.’’

Thank God for Tony stocking up on supplies and actually allowing you to use your weapons.

‘’Could order something. I'm hungry too.’’ Stephen suggested as he sat on the small dining table, he was just as impassive as you were and he didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Your breath halted a little. Eating? With Stephen? As if you were friends? Was this something you could handle? You paused for a second, using the fleeting moment you had to look at him in the eyes.

‘’You like Thai?’’ You asked placidly and he nodded.

Jesus Christ. If it was going to be this boring you needed to do something about it.

The food came just in time for the silence to border on incredibly awkward. But now you were both just sat on the dining table, cursed with dim lights and a palpable silence but blessed with delicious food in your lap. Stephen knew you wanted to brief him on these idiots with a boatload full of heroin and he wasn't dreading it but he wasn't thrilled about it either.

The silence was lingering and big. You stole glances at him. He stole glances at you. As if you were trying to assess who would utter the next word, it made you...nervous. A word you would never associate with yourself with. You tried to focus on the food, the pad thai was soul replenishing but all of this felt so clandestine, your mind was straying to the man in front of you. It was becoming an annoying problem to the point where you were staring at your fingers.

‘’Were you given the files?’’ Stephen asked you, cruelly dragging you out of your thoughts and catching you out of your daydream. He was trying to talk about work rather than address what was going on here.

‘’Yeah, it's a big operation and they just seem to be coming back after every bust- Tony's expecting us to be done cleanly and quietly.’’ You retained your sentient composure enough to say that.

‘’It's a big sting, we're going to have to-‘’

You cut Stephen off before he could finish, your lips were moving faster than your brain.

‘’Speaking of us and 'we'…’’ Stephen gave you a puzzled look at your interference. ‘'Who are you?'’

You cocked your head and stared at him intently opposite you, his hard exterior was still in full motion. Stephen was searching for the unexpected words, tripping up at any type of answer at all to such a question.

Stephen leaned forward and lowly asked '’Who are you?’’

‘’I know nothing about you.’’ You stated it in a way that wasn't destitute or insulting, it was just a matter of fact. ‘’We work in the same organisation and yet I can't recall a single conversation we've ever had. How am I supposed to work with you now?’’

Stephen stared at you blankly, not revealing a single thought to you when his eyes bore into yours. When you blinked at him so sure of yourself, Stephen felt as though you were stripping away at his soul, like you could see every dark secret, every lonely feeling and the anger that coursed through his very veins. He questioned if you saw it. If you saw the true version of himself he's trying to hide from everyone. The arrogance that was actually acrimony and animosity.

Was this the path he was destined to lead? Could he be able to decieve you of his true identity for an entire year? Spending a few hours with you already had him asking questions he wasn't ready to face. Stephen wondered if this was how you talked to everyone you haven't conversed with, just calling them out on it without a sprinkle of shame. He admired your forwardness…but he could be like that too.

‘’I like music.’’ Stephen said simply, his voice softening at the sentiment- he was thawing. Stephen never thawed.

‘’You act as if your emotions don't exist, yet you love music.’’ You crossed your arms, a little taken aback by his honesty.

‘’That's not a question.’’

‘’It's a statement.’’ You quickfired.

‘’A question then.’’ Stephen gave you leniency but his voice was stern; he didn't know for what reason, you left him a little stunned but he would rather die than show that.

You paused for a beat, eyes still interconnected as if to throw down a challenge. You were up for it to say the least.

‘’Favourite song?’’

Your lips tugged up to a crooked smile and Stephen felt as though the world halted underneath him, the world must be spinning on it's axis the wrong way, the equator must be diagnal at this point. His eyes flitted to your lips, the white of your teeth were just peeking through and stephen had never seen you smile before. His gaze was lingering a lot longer than it should but he felt special for seeing you loosen even if it was just a little bit. A little bit was better than nothing.

Your lips were plump, they looked...soft. Stephen wanted to see you smile like that again.

He was dragged out of his looming when he registered your question. Does he want to reveal such an intimate part of himself? He did open this floodgate up though, it was all on him and now he was dealing with the ramifications of it: being seen.

‘’Wicked Game.’’ Stephen mumbled.

‘’Wicked Game.’’ You repeated so obviously fascinated, your face darkening at such an admission.

‘’If the world was on fire no-one could save me but you.’’ Reciting the words made you ponder upon what else this conspiracy of a man could be hiding. ‘’'Isn't that too...emotional for you?’’ You weren't insulting him, you were genuinely curious and Stephen was uncertain if he wanted to entertain it or not.

‘’Your turn.’’ He demanded.

‘’Lover, You Should've Come Over.’’ You replied bashfully, a little sense of whist pulled at the pricks of your ears at the sentiment. It's the most incredible love song of all time, you couldn't be a hardass and act like it didn't affect you at all because it did. Love songs were a weakness within you. Poetic love songs not that platic poppy crap.

‘’Jeff Buckley. 1994.’’ Stephen remarked trying to feign his surprise at such a song.

Speaking of emotional. Damn.

‘’My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.’’ You bit your lip at the words attempting to imagine and unable to fathom how one could risk and sacrifice everything for a carefree exchange.

Imagine being loved that deeply. Scorchingly. It made your heart wilt a little knowing you'll never have it.

‘’She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.’’ Stephen's eyes dialated against yours as he continued the saga of lyrics.

Your lips parted as your pupils decided to have a mind of their own, your gazes daren't oscillate- it felt like he saw you raw. He saw you real. Delicate. Desperate to be loved and missed so uncontrollably. It made you feel pathetic but you couldn't deny what your heart was yearning for under all this hardness and resentment. You were a hopeless romantic.

Could you keep this charade up forever? Was it in you?

Love is silly stupid thing and your responsibilities rely elsewhere, you didn't have time for it and it would only hold you back. This was the only constant you had with love: that it wasn't worth your time and it would make you weak.

Stephen was afraid he caught you out and overstepped, you were quiet and still and he could practically hear your soft intakes of breath. You looked at him as if you saw him in a new light, not the version of himself he'd been trying to portray. Stephen was worried. He didn't know what of but he was and it rattled him.

It was 1:42 in the morning and the rain was beating heavy against the windows. At this rate, you would spend all night just getting to know one another- you could not have that.

You suddenly went to your feet and stood up from your chair.

‘’I'm tired.’’ You said hastily, your voice cracking a hair. ‘’Goodnight.’’

And with that, you walked away into your room closing the door. You left him in the wind, completely dazed at your sudden exit and at this moment he knew it'll be a difficult entrance into getting to know you. Right now he had a crumb of you but for some reason, he wanted to know more. He was mystified.

Now he only had you for the year. You needed to get used to the company.

[superm4ks]

I wanna hear all of ur thoughts on 3344!!! Please tell us everything!!!! my only addition is that that copse crash changed the trajectory of their lives immediately like they could be fighting for p15 and would be all up in each others business. there is a special kind of distrust and contempt and anger for the other that no one else recives bc they reserve it all for each other and this is why they’re best f1 rivalry of all time 😋 sorry alain

omfg yes lets go a lil crazy🌷🌷🌷🌷

My 4433/441 thoughts are always all over the place like I truly havent been able to pin them down since l started watching f1 because these 2 are both like super weird in very different ways and they have zero bridges u can cross between them except for this unreal fucking level of on sight hating that makes a rivalry soooo good u feel it in ur tummy

When I tell u in Austria the moment I heard Lewis impeded Max I knew the baddie was gonna unleash the wrath of an old testament god upon this incredibly inconsequential fl0p vehicle number 44 like. Sorry to the haters and losers but its very funny to ME 😭😭 Inspector Hamilton didnt even make much noise about this which is even funnier because either he knows he'll catch a stray for impeding first or he just cannot handle Max and his Raytheon hamilton sensors anymore like he's tired and his own tp is telling him to shut up like leave him alone. ((I doubt its the last we'll hear of it tho))

And yes 2021 like u said prolly changed the trajectory of their lives forever not just copse but like monza, brazil, Jeddah. Whats so fascinating about Max and Lewis is that for such enormously talented drivers they simply cannot let each other race normal. They leave each other more space and will still fumble because they want to pass so bad. As u put it, its distrust, but its also just racing. Its the purest form of racing there is lmfao these are both karting prodigies and they still revert back to that when they race each other. I said this once they're like 2 maddies from euphoria in 1 show. But this whole dynamic of uneasiness between them started way before 2021 tbh.

Even when Max was a teenager wid a cap and a dream and the rawest dawg inside that literally bit people and Lewis was settling back into the record books wid a glass of wine and an established, tamed dawg, he still made a point not to rate Max ever. Max was taboo. Didnt even call him by name sometimes like to his face literally called him 'guy' which is such an Hamilton ass old school way of acknowledging an Opp like look at this

F1 drivers are so insane. Anyway I think Max still feels some type of way about all that. A job will have u 19 years old getting bullied by a 33 year old that refuses to say ur name. Max pissed everybody off those days. He just wanted to do the lil debrief and the old heads truly did not give a fuck they were so mean to him. Lewis went thru a divorce too so this was all wrong person wrong place wrong time wrong car wrong team wrong wrong wrong. All wrong.

They were doomed from the start like they were set on a collision course since Max was born that was as inevitable as he is. And the noise around them has always been too loud. But they do try which I find very charming and kind of sad. Like one thing about Max and Lewis they're gonna have a lil giggle together about something dumb and that hasn’t changed

((I am convinced whatvr lewis showed him on his phone here was like deeply illegal))

((this presser is soooo like at some point Lewis leans over and whispers that theres a lot of girls there for the weekend and Max is like umm and Lewis is like oh u have a girlfriend right ew 🙄))

🫠🌷this was so cute pls

They share sm history together in the one thing that matters the most to both of them which is racing. Like the way Abu Dhabi happened bro, all that led to it, the amount of new eyeballs on the sport just thru sheer force of narrative and hubris. They built that together. Nobody else cud have done it. Like they share thirty five 1-2s in F1. 35 times one of them was first and the other was second. I think 3 more times on the podium and they break a record for most podiums shared oat. Thats not unimportant it’s not meaningless especially not to these 2 in particular. They’re special. They’re both so special and mercurial and they save the worst parts of themselves. the best part of themselves. to each other . Everybody else takes scraps. The spray aligns

Yeah. Like yk. the spray aligns

[justapixelthing]

Do you ever have moments where you hate your favorite ship? (Another Oot Zelink rant - electric boogaloo)

Here we go again I guess. For some context: I grew up with Ocarina of Time. I played the game since before I could even read (I was like 4 for sure). I had kind of a rough childhood so for me Oot was an escape. Link was my childhood friend. I identified with him but at the same time saw him as my closest companion.

And well to little me there was no doubt that Link and Zelda were a thing. Same with Mario and Peach (SM 64 was there at the same time for me). Like it was clear as day to me. I was a child and it shaped the way I would end up liking my relationships. A hero and the princess. And I even ended up getting my hero in real life and he likes to call me his princess. We've been engaged for a while now.

So because I grew up with it, before I even understood what shipping was, it was more than a ship to me. It was my childhood. My reality.

You also have to realize that before TP came out and even for several years after TP was there, oot Zelink was also still very popular.

Then closer to today, we have things like Hyrule Historia and.... Zelda youtubers all saying the same thing of how the Hero of Time canonically marries Malon (which ... is still a theory. Like youtubers saying it's what happens and not marking it as theory doesn't make it canon) and the majority of the fandom treats it as fact. And okay, I get why the theory is popular, though I still think it should be treated as theory.

But now you have everyone going against you. Oot Zelink content is most of the time depressing tragic and painful content. What once used to be stories of love and peace faded out for the most part. When you write a fic about oot Zelink being happy together or make art about it, people will tell you 'but Link banged Malon' and worse things. Like I'm not here to tell you Malink is impossible, but I do think (and I will die on that hill) that oot Zelink IS possible. But then I get insulted over it. Hell someone called me the T slur over it.

I'm not blind to the hints, but these two are engraved into my mind. And sometimes I actually DO wish I could stop shipping them and wish they would stop affecting me. But they don't because they were part of my growing up process. Now when I see content about them, things like simple tweets or opinions or even just Oot content in general, it can put me into total agony. Oot used to be one of my favorite games and now just looking at it can ruin my mood and put me at unease. All the hero's shade content basically feels as If I'm watching my childhood friend die over and over again (which is whole different topic in itself) and all the tragic oot Zelink content rips my heart out. All this also made me feel unable to really like TP, which is a shame, as it introduced some of my favorite things.

What also hurts is, that as a child I really liked Malon. She was one of the things in my life that inspired me to sing. But this whole situation and the way several fans are has made me detest her. I try to like her but I basically have to force myself to do so.

I'm never going to attack you for having a different ship than mine (unless its illegal). But this situation is really hard on me. I wish I could agree with Malinkers but I probably never will.

Who knows, maybe I am delusional. But seeing as Nintendo never has and likely never will confirm Malink and has pushed oot Zelink (Oot 3d promotional manga? Approving of the mangas that push oot Zelink, which includes the TP manga? Miyamoto literally saying he'd like to see Zelda as Links girlfriend in oot?! The whole ending of the game literally being set up like a romance film with a break up and a reunion!?) you can't tell me Nintendo never intended anything romantic to come from them. And using this I still feel in the right to ship them in a non AU way.

But because of how the situation is, I no longer like Oot as much as I used to. It was once the greatest game ever to me and I still objectively consider it as such, but it isn't as it used to be for me. Sometimes I even wish It didn't exist (though that would be a great injustice to the world if it didn't), because it upsets me too much. I hate seeing my childhood friend die and not get what he deserves. I detest the tragic oot Zelink path (though I do not mean to tell anyone that they shouldn't like it - this is just my personal experience and I get why others like it).

I do like some other things that are tragic - I mean one of my favorite films is Titanic, but I guess I grew up with those things already being tragic (imagine Titanic not being tragic! A literal historical disaster!)

It is shocking how much a simple thing like a ship and a character's fate can affect you mentally. Things that are part of your childhood, even fictional stories, can shape you quite strongly.

So yes, sometimes I hate this ship. Sometimes I love it, but when I love it, I usually need to be far away from the fandom.

I wonder if anyone else feels that way about this or another ship?

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

Zombification process

One of the most fascinating and intricate processes in Haitian Vodou is zombification, which revives the recently dead into mindless, soulless zombies. As part of the vodou religion, the bokors (Haitian vodou sorcerers) have the power to create and control zombies.

After this process takes place, the bokor revives the victim and keeps the zombie in a state of submissive confusion. In this state, the zombie cannot speak, has no memory, and no longer resembles its past human personality. As a result, the zombie is easy to control and the bokor can use the zombie as a slave.

That is what I feel certain writers or fans do with the characters they claim to love. They deprive them of their personalities, their very essence and make them fit their own personal narratives, fantasies, and hopes, just because they feel like it, just because they can. Just because they feel entitled to take someone else's creation and milk it. Granted that we on here or even on A03 get no financial benefit out of it, OK. But we get the benefit of being read and "congratulated" sometimes by our creations, by our musings. Right? We get our egos pet, in a sense. So, IMO taking a character that was not created by us and morphing it into SOMEONE ELSE COMPLETELY who happens to keep the same physical appearance and name BUT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE that was originally assigned to it by its REAL CREATOR, is nothing but a HUGE Zombification process.

There's no creation there, there's only colonization of the character's traits that make them who they are, who they were created to be in the first place, and who we fell in love with while watching, BTW. Also, there's this appropriation of this character only to turn them into someone else that fulfills the bokor's fantasies, which obviously HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CHARACTER PER SE, those fantasies are just projections of the bokor's inner world.

All of this would be somewhat OK, as far I'm concerned, if it was handled with care, with ethics (?) maybe?. Mostly with honesty. In a SM post it's hard to do that, it's kind of a lawless zone. You can post whatever you want, no matter how zombie-like that post is in terms of characterization, so ... whatever... I get it. Hate it, but get it.

But in FF we have A/Ns. We could definitely be honest about how we intend to fully zombify the character and take it to a completely different AU where all that we intend to keep IC is the name and the looks, everything else WILL BE ERASED AND OVERWRITTEN to make it fit this AU's narrative, that we do own because it's our creation. And that would be just fine because we would be owning it and as soon as the reader sees that A/N, they can decide what the fuck to do about it.

This doesn’t mean that I don't understand the rules of fiction, I know that when you create a character and put it out there, it's all fair play, anything goes... I also know that it's fiction, so on a blank page you can do whatever you want and whoever you wanna do it with, and like I said, you are not even getting paid for it, so no one can touch you. You have impunity. Yes. Got it. Does it make it right? Probably it doesn't make it wrong, but if we take this to the trademark arena, for instance, we can clearly see that taking a completely different product we can design and then put the label on it of a known and successful brand WE DO NOT OWN, it's illegal, whether you sell that product or not, whether you profit from that travesty, it's besides the point, it's just not permitted, period.

In fiction, fortunately, we don't have to comply with that set of rules trademarks and brands must, but I guess that what I'm saying is that it would be nice that if the BOKORS took, say... IDK... CARMEN ANTHONY BERZATTO and make him eat shit from their fucking belly button because that's their fucking kink, at the very least they have the decency to call him... IDK JOHN DOE, because we all know that's not Carmy!!! We have to at the very least agree on that undeniable fact, right? Or, maybe they could have the tact of using the fucking A/Ns and disclaim the fuck outta that fic saying that they are going fully OC just because their ass felt like it and then we can all agree to disagree or not, and move on. How about that?

Too much to ask? Apparently YES.

Well so... that was me venting. Of course, don't mind me, keep zombifying characters you didn't create, it's fine. We can all read whatever we want and dismiss whatever we don't like. My point is not that anyone should stop doing it, which would be a pretty stupid and unattainable point to make, but that it should be done in all honesty, not just by appropriating stuff that we don't rightfully own, even though we can and just because we can.

There, I said it.

[smokescreenstuff]

Damn @1gn0re-th1s now I'm going to see how well I can write this. Smokescreen is not going to have fun.

Smokescreen decided it was a good time to take a drive. It was late at night, but everyone was still up. Nothing was going on, and Smokescreen doubted anything would happen. He had somehow managed to convince Ratchet to let him out of the base.

Smokescreen drove for a long time, he just kept going straight. He let his mind wander and quickly lost track of time and his surroundings. Only when he almost hit a tree, did he snap back to reality.

He must have been driving for an extremely long time and/or extremely fast to make it to a forest. He transforms into his bipedal mode and looks around. He's lost. He's about to contact Ratchet for a ground bridge when he hears something.

SM: Who's there?

No response.

SM: Come on, this isn't funny!

Again, silence.

Smokescreen starts panicking, it's dark, the forest feels smaller than it really is. He feels trapped, just like when he was in the escape pod. Smokescreen activates his weapons.

SM: Show yourself!

Nothing. Maybe he was just hearing things.

A sharp pain hits him in the back. He's being electrocuted. He hits the floor and falls into a forced recharge.

...

Smokescreen wakes up strapped down to a table. Wires and cables running from different parts of his body. A masked human dressed in black stands on a platform nearby.

??: Hello, Cybertronian.

SM: My name is Smokescreen! Now what do you want with me!?

??: We know how to make and power our own Cybertronians, now the next step is getting rid of the competition.

SM: What? Hold on, you're M.E.C.H., aren't you? Bulkhead told me about you guys.

??: That is correct.

SM: So what are you going to do?

??: We would kill you, but than we couldn't take control of your body. We could do what Silas did, but that's not very healthy. We could attempt mind control, but that's too much of a hassle. We could just get rid of your dead body by turning it to scrap, but that would take to long.

SM: So?

??: We're going to attempt something else. We want to see if we can turn a Cybertronian, human.

SM: What!? That's impossible!

??: We will see.

Suddenly Smokescreen starts feeling dizzy. The feeling quickly turns into a horrible helm ache. His entire body erupted in pain to the point where he wasn't even aware of anything else.

He felt his energy failing, he could feel every component inside him. It felt strange and unnatural. Smokescreen wasn't even sure if he was screaming or if his intake was just hanging open. All his senses felt like they were being overwhelmed at the same time.

He felt things changing, small at first, but quickly grew. The pain hightening to a point Smokescreen didn't believe was possible. All of his senses shut down at the same time. He felt like he was going to be deactivated, permanently. Smokescreen falls back into a forced recharge.

...

When Smokescreen next awoke he found himself laying on a cold metal floor. He attempted to push himself up, but he was too tired. A pipe lay not to far from him, he reached out to grab it only to stop half way. That wasn't his hand.

??: You're finally awake.

SM: Wha... What did... you do?

??: You're human now. We had no idea how you would look like in the end, but I quite like your new look. Not to mention your apparent albinoism has given me an idea of how to get rid of you.

Albinoism, Smokescreen knew that word. Raf had told him about it. They were looking at animals online when Smokescreen notices an unusually white tiger. Raf told him it was because the tiger had albinoism, a lack of melatonin. Raf said the tiger was in a zoo for its protection. Being that white made it hard to blend in, and more wanted by people wanting to buy illegal animals.

Smokescreen had thought it was absurd and silly. But now he feels like he's in the tiger's position. Trapped in a cage.

??: You're very quiet. That's unlike you. Are you thinking about something?

SM: Just about what you said.

Smokescreen was already regaining his strength.

SM: What did you mean when you said you had an idea for how to get rid of me?

??: I bet you'd sell for a good price on the black market. It would help us with our money shortage, just enough to get us started. I already have a buyer lined up, he'll be here shortly.

Smokescreen quickly reaches out and grabs the pipe, standing up as fast as he can, not caring how much his head protested.

SM: No way! That's sick!

??: Welcome to humanity, kid.

The man leaves Smokescreen alone. He starts banging the pipe against the iron bars. After some time a familiar figure stood close by. Bulkhead.

[bailies-me]

The SM and HYBE drama (and the main third player)

okay so i know this news has been really shocking to all of us. sm is a part of the big 3 in kpop and hybe, right now, is the most profitable company in kpop. both are massive forces in terms of business in music. and it’s now been revealed that hybe had acquires around 14% stakes from lee sooman, making them the biggest stake-holder of sm. this news was really sudden to me and a lot of us, so i decided to do some research. turns out, there’s a lot more going on here. and i mean, a LOT.

a company like hybe in the IT hub of the world (which is south korea btw) is...honestly? nothing. unlike the other big three, hybe’s business is mostly confined to kpop. our concerns about hybe begins and ends about here. now, for sm.

sm is, quite honestly, the MOST influential kpop company, mainly because of the influence it hold outside of kpop. sm, like yg and jyp, is not just restricted to kpop. their “artist-holdings” stretches to sportspersons, actors, comedians, general artists management, etc. infact, sm manages almost 25% of the artists in the korean entertainment industry. 

the second person of conflict; lee sooman.

now unlike yg, jyp and originally, bighit, lee sooman does not have complete control over sm. he quit the position of the ceo in 2010. since then, lee sooman made some big announcements about sm’s suture and what he aims to do with the shares he owns. sm also underwent a tax investigation recently. all in all, there’s been a lot on lee sooman’s plate. he DID want to sell those shares anyway, although i don’t think think he thought the opportunity would appear in this way.

despite being popularly known as the ‘godfather of kpop’, lee sooman has been involved in a power struggle of sorts with his executive board as of 2023. he refused to pass down the shares of the company to his children and has been involved in a business conflict with his nephew, who is one of the current CEOs. lee sooman owns over 18% of the stakes in sm, making him the controlling shareholder (the largest percentage).

now, as the executive board of sm announced them evolving into sm 3.0, they are letting out liquid stakes and shares in the market. and they did this WITHOUT consulting lee sooman. if this happens, he will lose the reigning control over sm. 

so this guy flies over with a broken arm, immediately goes to a hospital (i’m telling you, this whole thing is crazy) and SUES his OWN goddamn COMPANY, which HE founded, for this move, which he claims is illegal.

the third player: kakao group. this is where it all comes together.

so, remember kakao talk? that cute little messaging app? yeah, that’s korea’s biggest messenger app and is used by 90% of the population. kakao is the no.1 competitor of naver in japan. i don’t know anything about the business world at all but i do know that kakao is one of the biggest conglomerates (#15) in korea and the BIGGEST conglomerate that is not involved in the manufacture sphere. they are huge. they are a tech-based internet company formally established in freakin 2010 after the merging of DAUM and the KAKAO INC. it has 128 affliates under it. being a conglomerate means that it essentially is composed of multiple independent business holdings. as of august, 2021, it is a bank, a payment service, a game company, an entertainment company, a fashion unit and of course, a mobility platform.

now, incase you didn’t hear of it, ive was involved in a fraud scam recently. that is because their company starship’s largest shareholder, was accused of sabotaging other rival kpop groups by mass circulating negative articles and rumors. these articles were directed at groups like le sserafim, new jeans, stayc, itzy, etc. they were also accused of rigging music stages and award shows. and guess who this shareholder was? kakao group.

so two things: 1. kakao is a group which has been expanding its monstrous presence in the kpop scene for some time now and also happens to have a great deal of authority on circulatory media. 2. sm suddenly has a lot of stakes to sell. what happens next?

since kakao had been targeting the smaller companies of kpop so far, the big 3 + hybe had not been particularly bothered by this. kakao still does not have a very strong presence in kpop and entertainment is a competitive field, largely based on luck. however, if kakao does start acquiring the shares of the bigger company, it’s going to create a big problem. and guess what happened?

kakao declared that its going to take over the shares on march the 6th. now the exact percentage seems to be unclear but i’m pretty sure general consensus says its over 10%. 

if kakao did go through with this, it’s going to threaten the level of competition and the heirarchy of kpop. ik this doesn’t necessarily sound bad; i mean, who doesn’t love the fall of the monopoly capitalism. but NO, it’s the exact opposite. kakao has a lot more power than any of the kpop companies. it can manipulate media. if it does end up becoming the controlling shareholder of the biggest kpop company, and considering the fact it’s a tech company, it might shake the very foundations of kpop. the overruling monopoly in kpop will be officially established. imagine amazon and elon musk-esque craziness ensuing.

this is why lee sooman turned to bang sihyuk. it is why hybe bought 14.8% of his shares and became the largest shareholder. funnily enough, hybe is actually “trying to protect” sm from being sold out to kakao. and believe me, kakao CAN and WILL do all of the above if given the chance. 

this is not to say that this drama has ended. since sm’s executive boards not only control the music sector but the other fields too, and because they have a personal agenda against lee sooman, they are expressing their displeasure over hybe acquiring the stakes. and no, hybe does not “own” sm. it will have the largest say in executive matters overall but it will not OWN sm. in order to fully acquire sm, hybe needs to over over 51% of the shares, which, you know what? who knows what might happen in the future. the story has just begun. the next stage is to wait for march 6th.

this is not a power grab. this is an emergency decision to protect kpop from kakao. a decision which has the complete potential to turn very bad, very soon.

[full-on-sam]

Peanut butter filling for the chocolate-themed wip ask game! :)

(@eldritch-flower)

Hi and thanks for the ask!!

Peanut Butter Filling: share a snippet that really shows a character’s personality. (or: talk about an upcoming scene where their personality will shine!)

This snippet is for Katz, the first character to get introduced and lowkey my favorite. She is at a brewery in this scene, and she would like to purchase alcohol

The figure, whose name was apparently Katz, ripped the hood of the cloak from its head and looked sternly at the man, gritting her theet. “I said I want a Dreg! So give me one. I can pay like everyone else!” To say she was indignant would have been a euphemism. “And if someone pours me one I'll tell you a thing that you never dreamed of,” she added.

“For sure you can pay, yes. And we know how you get your money.” Laughed another man, a sailor this time, no less drunk than the one who spoke earlier. “It's only because they are filth from Tijara, and you should be well aware of that by now!" Katz started. "'S only fair. They rob us from opportunities, and what's more-” her voice lowered, drowning among laughers. They were mocking her, she realized. Her, and her words, and her animated tone. “Hey, how much for the drink?” She interrupted, yelling again, this time at the brewer, and slamming her fist on the table, to make herself be heard above all the noise and chaos generated by her too serious answer. She took out a rough satchel and started counting the money. She needed that Dreg, and by Ylan, she was going to do everything in her power to get it. “Would be five copper pieces if I had any intention to sell it to ya. But since I will not do anything like that, feel free to put away that satchel,” said the brewer, too busy laughing with the rest to really pay attention to her. Obviously, Katz did no such thing. Instead, she got up, walked to the counter and put the money in front of her. She slid the satchel there too. Then waited. “Wind made you deaf,” said the man again. “No alcohol. Don't wanna hear anything 'bout that illegal money of yours. Plus ya’re no adult. Forget it and leave, kid.” Katz ignored him again, and this time stepped on the counter. “If you wanna hear that story better not listen to this old cretin here. I know a thing you would fall from your seats if you knew. 'N what's best is that no-ne of you’d never guess what it is!” She announced, stomping with her heavy shoes on the flimsy wood beneath her. But before any of the other man could as much as lift a finger in her favour, the brewer grabbed her by the shoulder and yanked her forward, suddenly angry. “Take the money and leave.” He said punctuating each word with a loud bang on the counter. “Won't repeat that again. No one here desires to hear your stupid fables. And if you are good and leave now,” he whispered in her ear, his breath smelling so strongly of whiskey and rum, that it made Katz want to throw up. “If you leave now,” he repeated, “I will be kind and I will not call the guards on you.” And with these last words, he pushed her back, with so much force she fell to the ground.

Wip taglist: @sm-writes-chaos, @bluberimufim. Tell me if you want to be added

[natsmagi]

(future au anon) thanks!! And yeaaah making this au is REALLY fun, making aus with friends is always so fun tbh! (Reminds me i also have a Wonderland AU that i love very much but it's more HiiKohaAi centered bc i love them very much)

ALSO TRUE NTGM COULD'VE SUCH COOL UNCLES..But we killed Tsumugi😭 amsorry

Anywayy time to tell u more about Kiiko Suou :) any pronouns but mostly uses he/they also made by me

First of all they're a producer!! Though deep inside he do want to be an idol it's just huuum let's say he doesn't think the best of himself and they think it's better for them to not "be in the spotlight" and be a "support role instead" but that ties with his backstory that I'll explain now

(*cough* and they created an illegal unit with other fanchildren anyway *cough*)

So!! Kiiko being the next Suou heir has well a lot of expectations put on them by the family ever since...he was born, honestly

But they mostly inherited of Sora eccentricity, energy, and even some of his speaking pattern + the synesthesia. Kiiko is way closer to Sora anyway and despite caring about his child a lot Tsukasa doesn't spend much time with them since he's VERY busy with looots of stuff (Family business + becoming new Pres of NewDi + being leader of Knights + protecting Kohaku's daughter from the Oukawa dirty work bad Kasa putting ur niece before ur own son)

Anywayy but hum the angst part (there always is one) of Kiiko's backstory is the Suous. Weren't very accepting of him. He acted way too energetically to their liking and it didn't help Kiiko actually have some sort of intrusive thoughts...so basically they would think and say very inappropriate things and give crazy and dangerous ideas without realizing (for example..uh well the illegal unit idea came from Kiiko and the others went along with it lol. Guess I'll try to elaborate on this unit later on huh)

Also didn't help that Tsukasa actually had a daughter with Tori beforehand (i also ship Torikasa) and well since it's Tori taking care of her now (Torikasa didn't last in this au sadly but it's fine theres Sorakasa) she's supposed to be the Himemiyas heir now but the Suous also want her to be their heir bc they consider her way more fitting for the role. And so they often compare Yui (Torikasa kid) and Kiiko like "you should take example on her and act more disciplined" and similar stuff

(and the synesthesia just made all of the Suous disappointment impact on Kiiko even worse,,)

SOO conclusion Kiiko thinks it would be bad for him to be an idol bc he'll be too much in the spotlight and will Very Probably mess up bc of their intrusive thoughts so they just choose to be a supporting role, aka producer (...and still messed up anyway but its fine Kiiko we luv u anyway)

And Kiiko suggested the illegal unit idea out of good will, too :) bc basically i have another fanchild, a MadaAnzu one (or whatever the ship name is), Yumeto, who's also a producer, but also dreams to be an idol. and he tried, he really did, he took the entry exam two times...but failed both times. So he just became a producer instead bc its the closest he can get to his dream

So ofc Kiiko and Yumeto become very close as both producers (*cough* they're a ship *cough*) and Yumeto end up venting to Kiiko about his dreams being crushed, and that's when Kiiko is like "Then just perform illegally! :D"

Yumeto ended up accepting and convincing Kiiko to perform illegally with him, except that their roommate, Setsuko (made by my friend, she's an Izuleo kid), kind of heard them on accident...and uh long story short she joins the illegal unit!

By illegal unit i mean that they're not registered on paper and just. Invade stages. To perform. Illegally (ofc they're disguised when they do)

GOD BEFORE I KNEW IT I ENDED UP RAMBLING SM IM SORRY AIVZVIPYGZ

HELP ITS OKAY THEYRE FUN READS!! i love the amnt of thought and care put into these lil guys....... and theyve got alot of really cool depth and character to them that makes everything tie together so nicely....... TBH I DONT REALLY HAVE MUCH LEFT TO SAY BUT I DO REALLY LIKE WHAT U HAVE GOING !! again while u dont have everything figured out rn what u DO have is enough to give it the feel of a complete story and thats super admirable!!

I HOPE THEY GET THEIR HAPPY ENDINGS THOUGH.......!!

[peppertaemint]

Can you help? I hate twitter because so many on there hate Lee Sooman and some assume things so can you tell me whether or not SM making a deal with KaKao and Lee Sooman suing SM means bad things for SM artists? I love several groups and artists there but Idk how this all could effect future albums coming out and comebacks. If you ask someone on twitter they're either celebrating Lee Sooman being ousted or saying how it's very bad for SM artists now that SM has made a deal with Kakao. I'm so worried for EXO, NCT, WayV and SHINee now amongst the others who are there. EXO, SHINee and SuperM were supposed to have comebacks. Does that mean everything is ruined now?

No, nothing is ruined. Let me explain.

The drama that happens at board level can affect staff morale or spark lots of gossiping and division, but the actual operation of the day to day business should see little to no impact. Comebacks that are imminent won't be affected. What could be affected are things planned for later in the year or next year, but that really depends on whether these are "3.0" things or not. Things will still happen but how they happen could change. For music to cease production and artists to stop performing you'd need a shut down of all company operations. That's not gonna happen because everyone from the wardrobe stylists to the artists to the board members want to keep getting paid. We might see the company restructured with layoffs but it won't cease operations.

Now, it sounds like what the co-CEOs did was illegal. If there is a clause that the majority shareholder must have first sight or consultation on new shares being issued, I can't see how the other shareholders can get around that unless they malign him as legally incompetent/no confidence or something. Basically they are trying to pull a Succession and oust LSM from any position of power on the board. He is Logan Roy in this scenario. What happens next depends.

If he successfully gets an injunction, the shares and bonds sale will stop, which prevents Kaokao from obtaining a powerful stake in the company. From what I understand, if all the minority shareholders banded together, then even with an injunction on new shares being issued, they could still circumvent LSM. The question for me is concerning the 3.0 plan - will the injunction stop that work?

SM until recently ran all its music production through LSM's production company. SM 3.0 plans take the company into the state having multiple production labels. See the conflict? LSM is losing authority and power over all of SM's music, and now he stands to lose board-level power too. He's essentially being kicked away from his own company.

The problem is that we all know SM needs change. They need to keep their core values around talent and discipline and branch out. Some of the music lately has been just too experimental or not quite right. There's being ahead of trends and then there's just being out of whack entirely. 2 Baddies 1 Porsche is a prime example for me. Why would anyone think a song originally called 2 Bitches 1 Porsche makes any sense for the supposedly sophisticated NCT brand? NCT 127 is wild and campy, but to me this is just too far off brand. NCT's strength was in their collaborative model - where has that gone? It feels like Dream are going after the BTS junior spot....

GOT The Beat is another example that feels like an egregious misfire. You take your most talented women and give them songs that just have none of what usually makes SM music special - the songs are too high-concept imo. Neither song worked for me.

But who is behind these misfires? LSM or the new CEO, his nephew? I'm not versed enough in SM-ology to know. People are taking sides, but do they know what side they're even taking?