#I wish I could upload it without it but alas

[i-may-be-an-emu]

I drew Lucas from the dnd streams :))

(There is a pattern overlay for protection from ai)

[hopkei]

Yagi Yusei x GIANNA

[diabolocracy]

Also I made my boy in SecondLife the best I could.

I can't find any appropriately scruffy-punk clothing for the base I'm using... And it's the most decent skeleton body on SL that is bento enabled and works with Kemono clothes and that skeleton head in particular. Tried to mess with transparency in retexturing some items but the alphas get all fucky and it looks terribad.

Speaking of which there's a surprising lack of bento skulls that aren't overly realistic... And only one decent Gaster head.

[impawsiblecat]

100 days of Deathduo!

Haunted Mirror AU part 2!

I'm so sorry I forgot to upload yesterday oopsie! In my defense I was eepy.

    Clover goes to the kitchen to get salt first, sprinting past the living room. She grabs the can of salt, and takes a deep breath, steeling herself as she walks into the living room. She holds the can out in front of her like pepper spray, and when she gets near the mirror, she places a circle of salt around her. If she focuses hard enough, she can hear a faint noise coming from the mirror that sounds like laughter, and so she chooses not to focus too hard. Slowly, slowly, she looks up in the mirror, once again choosing to focus on the border instead of the center. The figure is there again, and Clover takes a deep breath and puts on a fake smile. 

    Before Clover can say anything, she hears the faint laughter again, and the voice speaks. “What are you doing?” The figure says quietly. Clover has to strain her ears in order to hear it. She freezes again. Why would she decide talking to a ghost was a good idea? 

    “Oh me? I’m just… uh, seasoning the floor!” Clover says, her voice fake and cheery. Is this what being in customer service is like? Clover once again hears the faint laughter, and she feels unsettled. Laughter is never a good thing in horror movies, does this mean she is going to die? Her last words better not be about seasoning the floor. 

    “Like soup? Are you saying the floor is soup?” Clover pauses at the question. Oh no, does the ghost like soup? Is Clover gonna be turned into soup and mixed with the floorboards? Would that be considered cannibalism by the ghost? Oh no, she is gonna die and be cannibalized as soup by the ghost.

    “I don’t taste good!” Clover blurts out. “I don’t go well with floorboards. Or salt.” The room goes silent, leaving Clover to feel extremely awkward in the silence. The spirit has seemed to disappear from the corner of her vision, sending a spike of fear down her spine. Has she angered the ghost?

    Too soon, she hears the familiar sound of faint laughter, and the figure once again shows up into the mirror, continuing to laugh. The ghost speaks again, their muffled voice still amused. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to leave, you just broke my concentration! I’m not gonna eat you. Or kill you. Probably.” They say, and Clover once again pauses at the last word, leading to another round of giggles. “I’m kidding! If I kill you it won’t be on purpose, don’t worry.” 

    Clover narrows her eyes, trying to see the ghost without looking at them. They have to be lying, right? Ghosts aren’t known for being truthful. Still, Clover untenses her shoulders a modicum amount when she hears the sentence. She speaks again, still trying to hide the fear in her voice. “Um. Can you leave, please?” She asks, trying to be polite to the spirit that is invading her house and scaring her out of her wits.

    The ghost giggles again. Its starting to not even be creepy anymore, just annoying. The muffled voice speaks once more. “If I could leave, perhaps I would, since you asked so nicely! But alas. The mirror is my cold, and dark prison, which sucks people in, never to be seen again!” They say ominously. Clover shivers, and takes a step backwards. The spirit laughs once again. “Don’t worry, you are fine. It only works when someone wishes to come in. If you would like to spend eternity in this mirror though, please, feel free!”

    Clover narrows her eyes at the border of the mirror that she is staring at. She can’t tell what the ghost’s plan is, or anything about it at all. “Right… so. How do I get you to leave the mirror then? It was my ancestors, you know. And so now it is mine. You aren’t even paying rent!” As soon as the words come out of her mouth, Clover feels the temperature drop a few degrees.

    “Yours? This mirror has never belonged to you. It has been my home for many, many generations. I have watched your great grandparents, your cousins, your entire family for centuries, Clover. Do not try to kick me out of my prison.” Clover freezes as she hears the icy tone of the spirit, and shudders when she hears her name, the tone so different from the giggles and lightheartedness that the spirit first responded with. 

    “I… I am sorry, spirit. I did not mean to offend you.” Clover says quietly. She had forgotten just what she was talking to. Shortly after, she hears the return of faint laughter, and the room gets slowly warmer. 

    “It is alright. Trust me, if I was able to pay rent, I would. But alas, I do not have a job. Or money. And also, I am not a spirit, or a ghost. At least as far as I know.” The… creature? Person? Says. It confuses Clover greatly.

    “Well then, what are you?” Clover asks, tilting her head.

    “That is a good question! I used to be human. But since I've been here I have not aged or died, so do I still count as a human? Maybe I am my own type of creature. Maybe I should call myself an Iceesen. Or a hum-Icee. See, it’s like human and Icee mixed together. It doesn’t really have the ring I’m looking for though…” The person-Icee? Says. “What do you think, Clover?”

    Clover listens in silence and confusion at the ramblings of Icee. “Um. I think you are probably still human. Just one that isn’t in the current space time continuum.”

    “Well. That’s boring. I want to be a cool supernatural creature.” Icee says, displeasure evident in their tone. At least, Clover thinks their name is Icee. It would be awkward to ask now, right? This has turned out to be a very strange day. “Ah, no matter. Maybe I could just pretend to have really cool superpowers. Hey Clover, do you know I can change the weather and also bring about the end of the world! These are definitely things I can do!” Icee says, cheerfully.

    Clover… cannot tell if Icee is joking. “Um. I don’t think I would recommend doing that.” She says. “So uh. If you can’t leave, what should I do with you?”

    “Guess you got a new roommate! Or, well, found out about one you already had. Sorry about the rent, I can repay you in not causing certain doom to you and your family.” Icee giggles. “Anyways, you have no idea how nice it is to actually be able to talk to someone. Everyone else just marked it off as coincidence. I’m surprised you noticed, to be honest. It took you long enough though.”

    Clover does not know what to do with that information. On one hand, she is still extremely wary of the not ghost trapped human, but on the other, that existence sounds so… lonely. “Um, yeah. No problem, Icee.” Oh please let that be the right name, it would be so incredibly awkward if it wasn’t.

    Luckily for Clover, Icee doesn’t seem to react badly to the name. She must have guessed correctly. In the mirror, she sees some sort of movement from Icee. This whole peripheral vision and muffled voice thing is extremely annoying, but to be honest Clover would have probably fainted of she had seen a full on person in the mirror instead of the wisp of a shadow. 

    “Now that you know of my existence Clover, we can do so many fun and human things together! Like, uh… maybe… well, the mirror kind of makes things hard to do, but I’m sure we can figure out something!” Icee’s voice sounds way too chipper, and to be honest Clover still has not processed everything that has happened.

    This is certainly going to be an… interesting experience.

[ohjustkreat]

Closing the Distance

A Shuri x Riri Fanfic

Summary: The war in her homeland of Wakanda has ended, but the war Shuri fights inside is still on going. Can a new friend help her heal?

Notes: Hi, all. This is my first fanfic on tumblr.It will be a slowburn so stick around. I hope you all enjoy and would love some feed back! I hope to upload once every three days. So here you go, enjoy!

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Prologue

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“Noooo” “MOMMYY” “Nooooo”

Rushing into the once grand room, shuri saw her worse fear. There only a few yards from her, the once vivacious queen lay lifeless. Looking at her mother, everything in Shuri broke. The last of her lineage lying there at her feet. More so she felt defeated. No amount of technology, Fortune, warrior, nothing could save her mother.

It felt like she was choking on grief, defeat, helplessness

All of a sudden the once displace water started to multiply and rise. Until the young princess was no longer being held back by the other warriors. She was fighting the rising waves. She struggled for air, gasping, reaching. At last she let go. She stopped fighting her dark thoughts, her stresses and let the water take her. Soon everything went black.

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“Lady Shuri! Lady shuri!” Okoye shouted. The general knew the young Queen needed help, but alas she didn’t know how to offer it. And emotions were definitely not her strong suite.

Shuri felt a hand grasp her arm as she jolted awake. The all too familiar nightmare, now repeating like a broken record, kept her from the solitude and peace of sleep. She hadn’t slept a full night without interruption since the end of Talokan war. And every sweat filled night reminded her of that.

She had been haunted by the loss of her family during the day. The shining essence of her homeland which had once bought warmth and comfort, were now just a reminder of all that she had lost. Finding peace and grieving while trying to repair her damaged home had proven impossible. Yes her home was being rebuilt, but she was not.

“It was just another bad dream, Okoye. I am fine. Leave me to rest.” The queen sleepily argued.

“I do not mean to push, my queen. I just wish you would see to yourself or get help. After losing your brother and moth-“ the warrior tried to reply

“Leave. Me. Now.” Shuri halfway demanded.

Too tired to argue anymore, Okoye stalked back to her quarters which were only a short distance from Shuri’s.

Knowing that any attempt at sleep was pointless, Shuri got up. Sitting along the side of her bed, she decided to go to her second home. Her lab.

As her feet hit the cold stone slabs, she hurriedly rushed to put on her robe and slippers. With the wool lined robe swaddled around her petite figure, she then stuck her feet into the warm slippers. As if they were welcoming her as they did every night with their warmth, she headed to her lab.

Leaving the almost coldness of her room, every step drew her closer to comfort. She walked down the long winding corridor, making turn after turn until the lights stationed along the crafted walls illuminated her target. Reaching the end of the stone corridor and stepping onto the spiral staircase, she felt almost a sense of relief.

Since she was young, Shuri had always escaped to a world of science, math, and creating. No matter her age, the comfort of escape always found Shuri in her work space. But this time felt different. Empty and automated even.

Walking slowly down the steps, almost as if she was examining every detail about the space, the young scientist stopped. What she did next surprised her.

She finally broke. Her knees buckled under her as she shook and fell to the ground. Expecting the comfort of the once warm place, she was met with coldness. Crying out into the empty space, she let grief consume her. Grabbing the furthest corners of her mind, and the depths of her soul, every held emotion purged out of her. It wasn’t until this moment, with tears soaking her face. she understood how broken she was. How truly alone she felt. Being surrounded by the very artifacts that kept her safe, she remembered everyone she couldn’t save. Her baba. Mother. Her brother. Shaking and rocking herself, Shuri finally had nothing left to give to the grief that had taken ahold of her. Lying on the cold floor, she had only one thought.

She needed to escape. And she knew exactly where.

The rest of her night was spent relaxing herself through her favorite medium. Work. In front of the young royal were blueprints to increase the over all security of Wakanda. Knowing there were more external forces at play, she needed to prepare her Kingdom for anything. She wouldn’t lose anyone else that mattered to her. Not if she still had the breath in her lungs. Finishing up the last of the drafts before her, she carefully placed her work pens and pencils in a black box. Rolling up the blueprints and throwing them in her black backpack, she sighed with relief. Heading up the staircase and back down the many corridors to the exit, Shuri was starting to feel something she hadn’t in a long time. Excitement. Still with plans to escape, the thoughts of her destination were enough to cause the young woman to almost radiate with something other than pain. As she exited the mountain that held her lab, she realized how long she had actually been down there. The sun was starting to peek out of the kingdoms corners, light rays danced across her face. Looking out into the distance, for the first time in a long time Shuri didn’t feel so heavy.

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Notes: Hi again! This is a slow burn, but we will see some Shuriri in the next chapter and hopefully that’ll be finished and posted tomorrow night! I hope you guys enjoyed!

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[lunarblazes]

hello hermitblr! today pearl uploaded an episode in which she built a statue on top of her base that depicted a creature known as a windigo. now, a few people may have also had a similar reaction to me, which was to say “hm. aren’t you not supposed to use that creature in things?” and if you haven’t, you’re probably wondering what everyone’s so upset about. so here’s a post about it! (putting it below the cut because i do use the name of the creature, so if that squicks you out, do not look! also, it’s decently long, so. that too.)

before we start, i’d like to say that i am not algonquian or native american in any way and i will not be providing any opinion of my own in this post. i’ve made an effort to only summarize an academic essay i could find written on why western depictions of windigos as a “halloween monster” type deal are problematic for the cultures in which they originate. i’d also like to say that it’s not my place to be mad at pearl or anything like that, nor am i; most americans (and canadians, i think the algonquian tribes extend into canada as well, but because i’m american i’m focusing more on that aspect for the purposes of this post) don’t know about the problems associated with using windigos in creative media, let alone australians! this post is just here to share a resource i found helpful in understanding windigos, the culture behind them, and why mainstream depictions sometimes upset people of the algonquian collective of tribes. i wish i had more resources to share, but alas, one of the most-cited works of academia on the topic is 27 dollars to download and i am a teenager without a job so. yeah. if anyone has more papers to add, feel free! this post will focus on a specific essay i found by kallie hunchman of ball state university.

i also know pearl responded to concerns in her youtube comments asking if calling the creature an onyx deer would help distinguish it from the myth, which is great for her to acknowledge, but unfortunately i’m not super qualified to say whether that action is a step in the right direction or not. i’m going to provide the facts i have and she can come to her own conclusions if she sees this post, as can all of you! feel free to add resources in reblogs as you see fit, and remember to listen to alonquin voices about the issue when doing research. it’s hard to learn about indigenous perspectives in a post-columbian society, but the best way to do it is from the people themselves, if you can track down such sources. i have heard of the superstition around saying the name of this creature, as well, but for the sake of clarity and because my source essay uses it, i will be using it in this post. if that bothers you, please feel free to click off, and i’m super sorry :^(

so! with that said. here is the link to the essay that i will attempt to summarize here: https://openjournals.bsu.edu/dlr/article/download/DLR.7.0.101-112/1771/. it’s a really well written and clear essay, i would highly recommend giving it a read. obviously, it doesn’t speak for all native people on the topic of the windigo (and neither do i, obviously), but i thought it was very useful to understand why the creature is misused and how it came to be originally.

hunchman’s explained definition of the windigo is either a supernatural cannibalistic spirit representing division among a person and their community or a person and their own soul/morals or a person who has been turned into a windigo by such spirit. windigos are always hungry, greed personified, and are sometimes portrayed without lips because they’ve eaten them in their eternal hunger. the original story of the windigo was used in a diverse group of different american tribes, known as the algonquian tribes, as a moral lesson to teach children of how devastating the consequences of forsaking family and friends and one’s own spiritual consciousness can be. these tribes feared the creatures so much that in some cases they avoided speaking its name aloud to prevent being infected by one, hence why people don’t say windigo now (and why i put that disclaimer at the beginning of the post). windigos are always depicted as entirely human in their native stories; emaciated, giant humans, but never with deer horns, skulls, or any fur or animal features. the humanity of the windigo is integral to respecting the origins of the creature.

the problem with using windigos as they are depicted in popular western media, according to hunchman, is that the popular, animalistic, inhuman depictions of windigos are a product of racist stories and ideologies that sought to dehumanize the tribes from which the windigo’s story came. by making the windigo synonymous with the algonquian tribes, the concept of wildness and insanity, and with animalistic traits like deer horns, fur, and claws, many authors succeeded in taking the tribes’ moral lesson and turning it into a raging anti-colonialist danger to white towns. the transformation of the windigo into a halloween monster with antlers and a thirst for blood, an entity of the wild, is a result of white americans trying to profit off of the perceived “otherness” of the natives by comparing them to things like werewolves, yetis, and vampires.

furthermore, there may be legal basis for tribes in the united states to be unhappy with the mainstream use of the windigo. native american tribes maintain the right to permit who uses their stories, how they use them, and why, but in the case of the popular windigo, the tribes from which it hails had no say in how their beliefs were used. writers like stephen king were able to profit off of it because it was considered a “mainstream” monster. (luna’s note here: i’m unsure about this last bit, hunchman didn’t go into much detail about it, but this was my understanding. please read the essay for more clarification)

tl;dr: the windigo has been systematically changed by racist authors to reflect a “creature of the wild” and an animalistic spirit rather than a very human cautionary tale, and the original story has very little ground to stand on in the pop culture interpretations. the problem is not the general usage of the windigo (at least, as hunchman says), it’s that the creature people say is a windigo is a racist caricature of an algonquian story about humanity and the importance of community.

(luna ending note: because this particular interpretation of the windigo is the problem, i’m inclined to draw the conclusion that pearl taking that interpretation for inspiration in her onyx deer is not the right solution, but i definitely appreciate that she’s listening to her audience and their concerns. again, i’m not algonquian or native, and it’s not my place to guide her actions! i’d encourage you all to read up on the topic if you can. it’s very informative and good to know in general :^D any corrections on this post are super welcome if you have experience with the spirit or if you want to correct any of my wording! i’m not very experienced in the topic, clearly, but i do like reading things and writing essays, so. yeah)

[kurootoot]

captured, a three part series - gojo, geto, sukuna, toji

when gojo is captured by his enemies, they decide to take it out on his girl.

this will be a three part series, describing what geto, sukuna and toji will do to y/n when gojo is captured by them.

author’s note: thank you so much for 100 followers! it means so much to me :”) i think most of you here have come from the toji professor au fic, but some from the haikyuu one. i’ll be sure to upload more haikyuu content soon, but for now, here’s some jjk filth as a present for 100 followers ;)

parts: part 1 - geto, part 2 - sukuna, part 3 - toji

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part 1 - geto

warnings: JJK MANGA SPOILERS (chap 76-92), nsfw, fem!reader x geto while gojo is watching, non-con, forced voyeurism, it’s fucked up

word count: 4k (don’t ask me how i did this)

LOTS! OF! VISUALS!

upon seeing his dead best friend, geto, gojo is successfully sealed in the prison realm. gojo is apathetic about being sealed, that is until geto brings you, his girlfriend into the realm...

[in this au, geto did not die. this is the real geto. the prison realm obeys every thing geto wishes. and i mean everything.]

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gate... open!

“yo, satoru!”

standing in front of gojo was geto suguru, his best friend, and someone he killed a year ago with his own hands.

how- how could it be? fucking hell.

at an instant, three years of his youth flowed through gojo’s mind.

geto was his partner in crime, his closest ally. when he killed him, a bit of gojo’s soul died too. he was never the same. a part of him wished that his eyes hadn’t deceived him, that it was, in fact, geto that stood in front of him. even if that meant geto had truly become evil, maybe, just maybe, he could be saved. gojo would do anything to have him back at his side.

the monstrous apparition in front of him enveloped his body, holding it in place. gojo couldn’t move a single muscle or feel any bit of cursed energy -- was this checkmate?

gate... closed.

krak... kchk!

gojo satoru has been successfully sealed.

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“looks like time doesn’t pass here.” gojo said apathetically, sitting on the floor of the prison realm, relaxed.

“crap, i messed up. it’ll be fine...”

he was alone accept for the skeletons decorated his surroundings. gojo was confident that his students and allies would be able to handle whatever hell was unleashed outside of the confines of these four walls -- these four, very small walls.

there was nothing he could do about it. the prison realm was definite. once you were sealed, there is nothing you can do to get out from the inside. multiple scenarios buzzed through gojo’s head one after the other. it was infuriating being powerless, something gojo was not used to.

although from the outside, the prison realm looked tiny, the insides showed a different scene completely. it seemed to be boundless, stretching as far as you could see. in this incredibly lonely place, gojo thought about his friends outside.

i have faith in them.

he thought about you.

would you be worried about him? you’d be alone without him. he closed his eyes and pictured you.

you were lying in his bed next to him, eyes opened softly. your skin was bare. he imagined your smooth shoulders, your collarbone, your neck... his fingers gently grazed over your skin, he wanted to pull you into his chest. but alas, you weren’t there.

but more intrusively, he thought about geto.

who was this man?

it was certainly not his friend, even though everything points to that. impossible. it’d been an entire year since he’d seen him. after spending all that time keeping busy, staying numb, seeing geto in the flesh was more painful than any injury he had ever suffered from. it was even more painful than dying before being brought back to life. gojo was confused, furious, but most of all--indescribably sad.

at least i’ll have my peace here... he thought, but soon he’d change his mind.

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after a while, or more like no time at all, a shifting sound rattled the prison realm.

kraaakkkkchhh!

“hm?” gojo looked up, his blue eyes glistening and brows furrowed.

from a distance, a figure appeared, long robed and tall. the man walked steadily towards gojo, his form materialising more and more clearly. it was geto.

anger washed throughout his entire being.

“WHO ARE YOU”

“HURRY UP AND ANSWER WHO THE HELL ARE YOU”

the veins on his neck bulged and his body strained. he wanted to grab the imposter and pound him to the ground, again and again until he was nothing but pulp. but however much he tried, even with all his strength and will, he sat rooted to his spot.

geto laughed hysterically, “sheesh! calm down satoru, you're going to hurt yourself.”

tears welled up in gojo’s eyes. a sinister grin crept onto geto’s face, his sly eyes slanting at gojo.

“it’s me alright.”

gojo’s mouth parted. impossible. it can’t be. he felt like his heart was being thrown into a ditch and dunked into cold water repeatedly.

geto turned away, pacing around mindlessly.

“you thought you killed me didn’t you? well, sometimes you are wrong satoru.”

gojo still couldn’t process anything.

“i needed time for my plan to work. you were the only obstacle in my way,” geto explained.

“genius isn’t it? get the strongest shaman to kill you with their own hands, and suddenly you’re off the hook--completely off the radar.”

geto now squatted in front of gojo, lifting his head with a finger under his chin.

“thank you gojo, for helping me.”

gojo seethed. his face twitched. yet, he couldn’t do anything.

geto got up and began walking back to where he came from.

“you must be wondering why you can’t move, saturo. well, that’s because i’m the one who set the terms of this realm.”

“everything that happens in here obey’s me and me only. in short, i have full control.”

gojo was uninterested in whatever he had to say. who gives a fuck about how this place works. i don’t care about your stupid cursed techniques. i don’t give a fuck whatever you do to me.

why are you doing this suguru? why? i can’t understand it. how could you betray me like that? we were friends weren’t we? weren’t we going to save the world, be the most powerful sorcerers? why? why... why...

“shut up, suguru. i don’t want to hear you talk. do whatever you want with me, i’m here aren’t i?” gojo looked at the floor. his usually luminesce blue eyes were dull and empty.

“anything?”

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from the darkness, geto reached down to grab something. gojo couldn’t quite make out what he was doing.

a deep, menacing laugh ripped from his throat. “you sure got a catch!”

in one harsh motion, geto swung his arm.

it was you.

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gojo’s heart sunk to the bottom of his chest. his breath hitched.

it can’t be.

your body was thrown into the light. now, gojo could see you clearly.

you were barely conscious. your clothes were tattered and torn. there were scratches all over your body from the resistance you’d put up. you lay on the floor, shallow breaths creating a slow rise and fall of the chest. your black hair was strewn across your pretty face, your slender legs falling onto each other to the side.

it was definitely you alright.

“y/n!” gojo screamed with all his might, he wanted to spring onto his feet, to sprint in your direction but-

“stay.” geto’s voice reverberated throughout the realm. gojo’s body froze, he couldn’t move a muscle.

“sat..toru..?” your soft voice uttered, eyes fluttering open but just barely.

the tears rolled down his eyes, but his pained expression soon turned into fury.

“what’s the meaning of this, suguru?! what the fuck did you bring her here for?” gojo shouted.

geto kneeled next to you, hovering above. he brought his hand to your face and gently stroked your cheek with his finger. you winced at his touch.

“so pretty...” he purred. gojo was going to kill him. his blood boiled and his neck went hot.

his hand still stroking your face, geto looked at gojo.

“satoru ah, do you know how it feels like to be powerless?” geto asked.

“huh?!” what the fuck is he on.

“gojo satoru, the most powerful man in the world... you have no idea how it feels like to be weak.”

geto’s voice turned stern now.

“you’re too fucking arrogant satoru. did you know i hated you? you have it so fucking easy.

“you stood in my way. you’re too cocky.  “you thought you got rid of me but you didn't.

“it’s time you know how it’s like to feel utterly fucking useless.”

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you looked up at geto, mortified. this can’t be happening. tears welled up in your eyes, spilled over and trickled down your face.

you had no idea where you were. the last thing you remember was flailing your arms with all your might, trying to get away. then, things went dark.

when you awoke, you were already in this godforsaken place. it was disgusting. when you saw gojo, an unspeakable sense of relief washed over you.

gojo, your gojo. with gojo around, you felt safe. you knew he would do anything to protect you, anything at all.

you recognised the man who brought you here. suguru. geto was gojo’s best friend, how could you not know him? except, the person that brought you here was a stranger, completely unlike the geto you had met an uncountable amount of times before.

you’d known geto as a kind man, someone who would never hurt an innocent person. what’s going on?

still on the floor, muscles weak, you turned to face gojo with pleading eyes.

when he caught sight of your eyes, he crumbled. the only thing he wanted to do was run over the pick you up in his arms. run, run away. get away from here. but he couldn’t.

geto cupped your cheek into his palm, making you turn to look at him. he was blurry, your eyes filled with tears.

with his thumb, he swiped your eyes gently. “tsk tsk, don’t cry kitten. you’re too precious to cry.”

his hand stroked your face tenderly. “i’ll make you feel better in no time, i promise”

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geto’s hand moved away from your face and to your neck, tracing your body downwards until he was between your chest. his hand rested gently on your breasts before moving back up.

“get your fucking hands off of her you bastard,” gojo hissed. his entire body was numb with anger.

geto snickered. “watch closely satoru.”

geto’s body hovered over you and he lowered his face close to yours. he placed his thumb onto your bottom lip, rubbing gently. pressing down, he forced your lips slightly apart. cocking his head to one side, you felt his lips brush against yours.

“stop... please stop...” gojo pleaded. he couldn’t look anymore.

geto rested his forehead on yours, his hands roaming downwards til they were at your chest again. he cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing gently.

he continued squeezing softly as the other hand found its way to your other tit. both his hands moved in unison, tenderly massaging your chest. the only thing separating the two of you was the thin shirt between you, already torn such that bits of your skin lay exposed. you could feel the roughness of his hands on your soft skin.

“geto-san...” you choked. this was wrong.

“shh... y/n, call me suguru.” his voice reverberated again.

“s-suguru.” you uttered. you had no control over your own body, your mouth had acted against your will.

he chuckled lowly, “good girl.”

every muscle in gojo’s body screamed. hearing your voice, your oh so familiar voice, say geto’s name like that made him want to die. that’s the voice you use to call me, y/n. you belong to me. his teeth clenched.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, circling the sensitive area. his face was nestled into your cheek, his nose pressed against yours and his lips just shy of your lips.

“you’re so pretty y/n...” he said in a low voice. your nipples were getting hard under his touch. the perky tips poked from your thin shirt.

his face then moved to your neck and his body came on top of you. you could feel his hot breath. the way his body pressed against yours, the feeling of his hands on your nipples, you felt your core twinge.

no, no. this is wrong, this is so wrong.

he parted his mouth slightly, letting his hot tongue lap gently at your skin. wet, warm saliva coated a small spot on your neck. you closed your eyes and threw your head back in pleasure.

he sucked harshly at your skin before going back to licking, soothing the pain, repeating this process while fondling your chest. you felt his leg slip between yours, his muscular thigh pressing onto your core.

you almost squealed in delight at the relief but controlled yourself. gojo... i’m gojo’s... he’s watching i can't-

geto removed himself from your neck, making you disappointed at the loss of contact. then, in one swift motion, he ripped your shirt apart, completely exposing your chest.

fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you. gojo’s eyes burned with resentment. still, he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

your breasts were full and supple. your nipples were fully erect. very pretty.

geto brought his fingers to your nipples, pinching softly.

“mmm y/n, you have perfect tits you know that?” geto was upright now, still on top of you but letting himself take in the full view of your bare chest.

his fingers alternated between twisting your soft buds and cupping your entire breast. you could feel something hard press against your abdomen.

he lowered his face back down, now right on top of yours.

“you kiss these pretty lips satoru?” he turned his head to look at gojo in the eye. gojo said nothing, just glaring intently as if his stare alone had the power to obliterate the man. he wished.

geto stuck out his tongue slightly. with the wet muscle, he traced the shape of your lips. then he prodded your mouth, dipping his tongue into it.

“mmm...” he hummed, as his tongue explored your mouth. all you could do was take it, your mouth following his motions.

the kiss became very wet. your saliva mixed with geto’s, forming slick strands that connected your mouths together.

he moved his head from side to side, pressing into your mouth generously, lips harshly moving against yours. one hand rested on your breast, rubbing gently, while the other roamed your body, moving up and down your sides.

he pressed his body into yours. you could feel his firm muscles against your body. he rocked his body forward every now and then, in sync with the movements of the kiss.

his thick thigh still grinded against your core. you could feel yourself grow damp, your panties sticking to your folds. the friction and heat was just too arousing.

gojo watched as his best friends tongue dipped in and out of his girlfriends mouth. he watched as you closed your eyes and your mouth moved in tandem with geto’s. he imagined your core getting hot as geto’s thigh rubbed against your clit. fuck. you’re supposed to be mine. why, why?

after god knows how long of passionate kissing, geto parted from your lips. you stared up at him, your eyes wide and glistening.

“god satoru, her lips are so fucking addictive. selfish of you to keep her all to yourself.”

“don’t fucking talk about her like that. stop this, just stop.” gojo was bordering begging at this point.

geto chuckled, “not like you can do anything.”

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“y/n... you turn me on so much...” geto purred.

“can you feel how hard i am?”

you could, but you didn't say a word.

“answer me.”

unwillingly, you nodded your head and whined. his hard length made a clear imprint on your hip. you could feel how big he was.

he chuckled. moving his hands down your abdomen, he dangerously approaching your sex.

“let’s see if you’re turned on too.”

he slipped his hand into your underwear and pants, his fingers directly coming between your slick folds.

a loud whine escaped your lips. his fingers were immediately coated in your juices.

he laughed loudly. “holy shit, you’re fucking dripping.”

he turned his head slightly to look at gojo, “looks like she's enjoying it.”

he dipped his fingers in and out of your folds, slipping up and down and stroking tenderly. soft moans erupted from your throat as his thick, coarse fingers grazed against your clit and hole.

when his fingers were sufficiently wet, he took his hand out of your pants, bringing them to his lips. now in sight, gojo could see your slick dripping down his fingers and palms. looking straight at gojo, geto lapped at his fingers, savouring the taste of your pussy.

“gojo, she tastes amazing.”

he got up now, taking steps away from you and towards gojo. squatting in front of him, gojo’s eyes were filled with contempt and his face was scrunched up in disgust.

“here, try some.”

geto pressed his fingers onto gojo’s lips, forcing his mouth open. he bopped his fingers in and out, making gojo suck on his fingers and taste you. gojo winced. it was weird and distasteful but god- he savoured every bit of you,

geto removed his fingers with a pop, turning back around to reach you.

he tugged your pants and underwear down your legs, revealing your clean, dripping pussy.

“fuck-” he hissed. your folds were glistening with slick, the juices spilling out and coating your inner thigh slightly.

he playfully swiped his fingers in your folds a few more times, spreading your lips just slightly to get a better view. your pussy clenched and pulsed, making him positively aroused and cocky at how much you wanted him.

“so fucking wet for me.” he said before dipping his head between your thighs. you let out a kitten-like moan.

the feeling of his warm mouth on your pussy was dizzying. he kissed your clit passionately, licking generously and sucking hard. you saw white, throwing your head back completely blissed out.

he nuzzled his mouth against you, creating friction and making you scream out.

“feel good kitten?” he hummed into your pussy, sending vibrations that made you squirm.

no no no, god no. fuck. i can’t control myself, it just feels too good-

gojo... you turned to look at him. his eyes met yours, just like they’d done a million times before. i’m sorry...

geto’s tongue moved more and more quickly. lewd, slick sounds echoed in the realm. you felt your high building up inside of you.

you felt so good it almost hurt. your hands went to geto’s head, fingers intertwining with his long locks, pulling at them. you tried pushing him off, feeling too close. but his large hands wrapped around your wrists and pinned them down harshly.

his lips sucked harshly on your clit and tongue twirled around your vulva. before long, your orgasm had unravelled.

a loud moan ripped from your throat, whiny and desperate. your body twitched and convulsed, grinding softly against geto’s face. he obliged, keeping his head in place as you rocked your clit against his wet lips.

his hands roamed up and down the sides of your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

i’m sorry gojo... that was the only thought that went through your head as waves of pleasure crashed in your core.

when you stayed still, only your chest heaving, geto got up. your head was turned to the side, eyes closed, still processing the intense orgasm you just had.

in front of you and kneeling between your legs, geto hastily removed his robes. as expected, geto’s body was muscular and firm. his shoulders were wide and built. his abs were hard and chiseled, his waist slim and slender.

you stared at his v-line and imagined where it led to, eyes following them until you were ogling at his boxers.

slowly, he tugged down his boxers, revealing his length inch by inch until it was finally free and snapped up and out of the cloth.

he was painfully hard, the tip swollen and an ungodly amount of precum leaking. thick veins bulged at the side and his balls were heavy. he was slightly less thick than gojo, but god was he long.

you gulped in anticipation.

it was painful seeing you like this, desperate for geto. how could you? gojo felt betrayed although he knew it was not your fault. it wasn’t your fault that geto had dragged you here against your will and without your consent. but still, you weren’t supposed to feel aroused by anyone but him. by my fucking best friend...

geto took his heavy shaft in his hands, pressing it down onto your wet pussy. you whined at the contact, feeling his tip at your clit.

he swiped his dick against you a few times, letting the slick of your juices and his precum mix together. both of you threw your head back, relishing in the feeling.

then he pressed the tip into your hole.

you gasped loudly and he hissed.

gojo looked away.

“look.”

straining, gojo slowly turned his head back. he was grimacing, but all he could do was stare.

geto pressed in further, his weight resting on his palms. you cried out, your arms slinging around his shoulders and clawing at his back.

“so fucking tight. fucking hell. you’re so soft inside, hm?”

geto was unrelenting, not letting you adjust as he steadily pushed himself all the way in. your pussy wasn’t giving in, straining and clenching around him even as he pushed down with his entire weight. tears rolled down your cheeks in pleasure and pain.

fuck, that pussy’s mine. get the fuck off you bastard. gojo cried inside.

slowly, he started pulling out, before pushing back in. he was so deep in you. you were crying.

he thrust into you agonisingly slowly, but each time making sure you took his entire length, his tip bumping against your cervix.

stop, stop no- you never wanted this. you loved gojo.

geto picked up the pace, thrusting into you harshly. his went down onto his forearm, leaning his weight forward you he could pound into you harder.

“fuck, satoru she feels so fucking amazing. ha!”

you couldn’t think straight. his cock rammed into you over and over.

gojo wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't. he stared at your pussy and watched his best friend disappear into you again, and again, and again.

your moans echoed, uncontrollable noises escaped your lips.

with each thrust, a new wave of pleasure hit you, slowly building up until you were a groaning mess. your limbs went slack and your head fell to the side.

when you opened your eyes, they met with gojo’s. you looked at him as your body jerked backward repeatedly. his eyes were filled with tears and his brows furrowed in anger. he felt himself get hard.

i hate you suguru. i will kill you. i will kill you.

a load, throaty groan erupted from geto’s throat.

“you fucking love this, don't you kitten? come on, tell me how good this feels.”

you said nothing, again, only whimpering in pleasure.

“tell me the truth.” he barked, voice hoarse.

once again, your voice resonated without your will. “it feels- ah! so good! suguru...”

“i need- hyuk! you to- fuck me!”

gojo’s heart sank to the floor.

“HAHAHA!” geto erupted into laughter. “hear that satoru? she fucking loves me.”

geto got onto both forearms, ramming at an unrestrained speed. your pussy was sore and hot, you were going to cum.

he hissed into your ear, his face buried into your neck as he pounding into you.

with one last thrust, he jerked you up so hard your body jumped. his cock twitched sharply and his veins throbbed.

spurts of liquid coated your walls, hot and thick.

your second orgasm erupted as well. this time, you made no sound, mouth agape but speechless.

burning waves rippled through your core.

geto continued thrusting into you, an ungodly amount of cum squirting into you.

“fucking hell y/n... you made me cum so much...”

his arms were wrapped around your body.

“i bet gojo couldn’t make you cum this hard,” geto purred, his head turning to look at gojo.

gojo glared at geto with an intensity that can only be characterised by insatiable rage.

a wide smirk was plastered on geto’s face.

he wore his robes back on, getting up and walking in the direction he had appeared from. soon, he was out of sight once more.

you lay on the floor in front of gojo, still twitching in pleasure.

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author’s note: i hope you guys liked that ;) this shit’s pure filth omfg. ok i hope to do this with sukuna and toji next. keep yourselves posted :)

the visuals are edited from the manga / artworks online and are not drawn by me. (all hail gege akutami)

(next part out soon)

[anathemafiction]

Point of Situation

Hello! It feels like it's been an eternity, so much has happened since my last progress report. And by so much has happened, I mean, The Rose has progressed so far since then. 

I sent the game with the new ending to my sister, and I wish I could share her reaction. She loved it so much more! Her texts made me so, so happy! 😄

Playtesting is done! I don't really have anything else I want to check out, my list of paths and choices I wanted to read is all crossed out and has been throw in the trash. What playtesting has made me realize, however, besides some lacking paths and choices here and there, is that there are A LOT of things I'm unhappy with - especially in the first 3 chapters. 

Things like page_breaks in the wrong places, and dialogues not quite fitting the characters - Alessa, specifically, has this problem. When I first wrote chapter one, so long ago, I didn't have the grasp of her character that I do now. Things like weak sentences - my English and my writing, in general, were so much worst back then. Things like confusing descriptions. 

I wasn't joking when I said that I can't look at the demo - I'm half tempted to take it down, that's how bad it is. I'll try to figure out a way to upload a new, shinier version but then that version would stop where I want the public demo for when the game is released to stop - at the end of chapter 3.

Playing this game, again and again, made me realize that I need to do an in-depth edit of the entire game. As in, reading the code while I play that section at the same time, to improve not only for the writing but also the flow of the pages and the choices. 

So, that's what I've been doing! I'm already in Chapter 3, and OOF, these first 3 chapters are by far, the ones that needed the most work. Chapter one, especially, is running so much smoother now, without those awkward and unnecessary page_breaks everywhere. Chapter 2 also had a big overhaul and I just found an error in chapter 3 that neither I nor any of my beta testers caught!! 

I'm going through the whole game with a razor-thin comb, and honestly, it's been surprisingly fun! I'm reading conversations and scenes that I wrote almost 2 years ago and while yes, the writing isn't the best, it's fun to look back at it. But, most importantly, I'm making the game worth it for people to actually pay money to!  

So, another checkpoint has been crossed! But, alas, it was not the last because I'm adding another. The final one:

Finish the second draft of chapter 8 and the new Epilogue.

Write all the suggestions/expansion of choices from my beta testers.

Put it all into code.

Do one week of extensive playtesting.

Do a deep edit of the entire game.

How long will this take? I have no idea. As I said, I'm editing chapter 3 - the first of the chapters to get to 100k words - so that means I've gone through 5 out of 23 files. I don't have a date to give, and I realize I should stop trying to give dates - but it's also worth noting that the other chapters won't give me as much work as the first three. I'm pretty sure I won't be making any substantial changes to chapters 6, 7, and 8, for example.

This might come as bad news to some, but I can assure you it's really not! This has been something I've been putting off because I dreaded the amount of work, but I can't put it off anymore. I have to do this. And now, I want to do it. 😄

I hope your week was great, and may you find rest on the weekend. 🌹

[hotdamnmadison]

My Battle With Body Hair

Google the word Crossdresser for me. Right now - go ahead. And take a minute to sift through the millions of photos that pop up in front of you. Seriously go do it and come back after 3-5 minutes of scrolling...

All done? Good. Tell me, how was your scrolling experience? What did you see? How diverse were the faces?

(The following is NOT a picture of me)

Crossdressing has been a thing for a long time. Rather than bore you with the details of it's origin and first known cases - I will simply say that men and women alike have been dressing as the opposite sex for forever. Here is more info if you're a scholar.

It truly is a tale as old as time. Especially when you consider that our ancestors wore the same cloth scraps as clothing (regardless of their sex.) But like all good things - humans found a way to fuck it up - and ostracize those who continue to partake in it. My misanthropy is shining through - because society found a way to take fabric and somehow gender it.

My crossdressing journey started a while ago. I wish I knew exactly when - but I remember having a fascination with Halloween skirts in the attic of my parent's house, old unopened pairs of pantyhose still in the boxes, and panties that went from being buried deep in an ex-girlfriend's drawer to my very own private hiding place. Hey she wasn't wearing them - so someone might as well ;)

I loved it. And still do (though I'm no longer considering myself a crossdresser - I'm definitely more gender fluid.) So I kept pushing myself deeper and deeper into it. All while trying to maintain my boyish side as well...

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Every guy tries to grow a beard in high school. If you say you didn't at least try I'm going to assume you're lying (lol okay maybe a little harsh but most guys did attempt it.) I was no stranger to that effort myself. My genetics kept me from growing anything worth keeping until I was in my first semester of college. Leading up to that - I had the "Oh God Please Just Shave It" face pubes that most 17 year old's call a beard. But I kept trying - even at one point using a "just for me" hair color to darken the hair that I WAS able to grow.

I kick myself for that everyday. Because here I am at 28 almost 29 years old with a well trimmed bit of stubble that I can't get rid of.

Note: If this is deflating for you to find out - I think you should probably unfollow/unfriend me.

But alas, yes it is true *faints dramatically* My perfection is held back by my darned facial stubble/beard. How I'd love to go back in time and tell my younger self to just fucking shave and quit trying... ugh... hindsight is 20/20. I'm not a stranger to other disliked hairy areas - under arms and legs - both areas that most men don't shave without having a really good excuse (and before you make any suggestions: I don't bike, swim, or weight lift/body build lol.)

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This has been an obstacle for me (as you might imagine) when trying to meet people. Let's be honest - my slender body has most men caught hook, line, and sinker. They would come SPRINTING into my DM's faster than you could ever imagine. Back then I was on a website called Free Chat Now - an adult IM site that is carrying the weight of the Chat Room world on it's ever crumbling shoulders. I would add my own little 30 character pitch line to the scrolling wash of copy/paste pitches. And within 30 seconds I would have dozens of men to get back to. First things first: ASL... get that out of the way, add a little bit of flirting... and then came picture time. "Yours for mine" is what I would usually say. And inevitably I would receive a nasty toilet dick pick taken in a convenience store or office bathroom. Yum. Great.

And then it was my turn to send a pic in return. *upload, send, wait* Usually it would be a hot little picture of me in some lingerie or just a panty ass shot. Cute enough to keep them talking and jerking (I was easily entertained back then.) Something like this was typically my go-to. (This next one IS me haha)

Omg they ate it up almost every time. Usually things would go well and then *boom* the window would close - it was a tell tale sign that they couldn't hold out any longer and well.... things probably got messy (a shame that they mostly disappeared before giving me a way to reach them for future digital fun! :( lol.)

But on a few separate occasions some men wouldn't be so easily sold...

"Face pic?"

Ugh... And the game was on.

Now I personally don't use Face App anymore. Especially if I am planning to meet with someone in real life. But back in the day, when I was strictly playing around on the internet with strangers in chat rooms, Face App was a very useful tool. And besides - it wasn't REALLY catfishing - because it is exactly what I would look like if I was...

clean shaven

done up beautifully in makeup

Here is an old pic from my face app days. Don't swoon too hard ;) lol. (me again: face app'd)

Ah. Thank you Face App! Saving the day and allowing me to keep both halves of my lifestyle in tact.... At least, that worked for a while anyway.

See when push came to shove I determined that online play was no longer enough for me. I needed more. I needed the real thing. But there is no Face App for the real world. It's a commitment. It's a question I've been facing now ever since...

Who do you want to be?

And the battle continued. At first I wouldn't talk about the facial hair in my ads. And if I did a webcam play session with a guy I would simply avoid my face. (Many wanted to see me suck on things - to which I politely lied and said, "hey maybe next time".) Time and time again my amazing conversations would end at the dreaded facial hair road block. And it took me years to realize that there was no reason to be beating myself up for it.

Men don't realize that these is a huge difference between a MtF trans individual and a CIS man who likes to dress in "women's" clothing (and who also didn't realize that they were gender fluid.) Y'all remember this idiot right? ->

My favorite quote here is the "that's not a real CD...."

My guy... Yes it fucking is! Anyone with a head on their shoulders and a Barnes and Noble nearby can determine that men with beards have been cross dressing for forever (as stated in the beginning.) Unfortunately, the porn industry has lumped very gorgeous trans women in with not so gorgeous crossdressers. And dipshits like the guy above can't tell the difference.

So here I am - years later still fighting the same battle. I wear my silly little outfit killing mask to cover up my "undesirable" bodily traits....

Oh shit! I never told you all WHY I feel the need to maintain my stubble/boyish self. Well allow me to explain

(realizing I love making lists lmao)

To put it simply: change is hard I have had a beard now for a long long time and to move away from that would be a challenge for me. Seeing a new face in the mirror every day. It's just a tough pill to swallow initially

My jawline sucks without the beard I won't be posting any boy photos of myself here, so don't ask. But yeah I have shaved down ONE time completely bare over the last several years. And it wasn't pretty (in terms of maintaining a boyish side. It was however PERFECT for my Ashley side... and I was tempted to bust out the makeup and experiment but never did

Shaving raises many questions from family and friends - I get it, it's none of their business. But I would have to answer the same 3-4 questions over and over again about why I did it and things like that. I would probably do away with the leg hair and other hair as well. And I simply don't have a non suspicious reason to do so at the moment.

I'm not sure I'm ready to tip my 70/30 scale of fluidity to 50/50 just yet - Currently Ashley only gets about 30 percent of my time, and that's being generous. My boyish side dominants my existence, and in my current lifestyle I think it works well enough. I feel as though shaving everything below my eyebrows would tip things closer to 50/50 - a place I'd eventually like to be but for right now - I simply can't

Ah. Feels good to get this post off my chest. I hate righting words like beard, hair, pass, passable, leg, armpit, etc. Those words damn near trigger something in me at this point. And now I have a post to explain WHY it is so difficult for not only me, but for so many others to fully commit to the porn-driven cross dresser image. I've seen a lot of men, typically 50 plus, who are divorced and are finally crossdressing and making Double List ads. It is sad - because they sit there in a similar position that I am in. They want to be bare and fully pass under any circumstances. But society and it's standards are too hard for closeted men to meet. There is no on/off switch for body hair and genetic make up - at least nothing short of estrogen and other medications.

But someone's inability to pass doesn't mean they should be frowned upon by anyone. And you can't simply be nice to certain trans women/crossdressers because you find them attractive - and then blatantly disrespect and hate on those who don't pass. Everyone's journey is valid - even if they have to wear a silly mask to a meet up. I would invite those of you who CANNOT STAND body hair to attempt to look past it for just a moment. Is the rest of the person physically attractive to you? Furthermore, (and if it's you're thing) are you emotionally connected to this person? And the only hang up is some measly hair? That seems like a pretty crappy reason to ruin a good thing - wouldn't you say?

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Me personally? The mask has grown on me a bit. I'd still like to one day reach a point where I no longer feel that I need it. And if that day comes, and I'm living my 50/50 lifestyle, I'll be sure share myself with people who deserve me. I'm sad to say that there are people around me who aggressively judge a known crossdresser in the town that I live. The things that they say cut me pretty deep - and I make a mental note of every slur and saying that passes through their lips. Some day I'll get comfortable enough to be the 50/50 version of myself. Hell... maybe even 40/60... And I'll be more Ashley than my boy side.

Until then... I'll continue to edit out my leg hair, under arm hair, and other blemishes using light photoshop skills. Enjoy my silly masked self and all of my "flaws" and if you don't like what you see/read, well.... I was too much woman for you anyway <3

-Ashley

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I have a few more things to write in the coming days! Including a new challenge series that I intend on doing to better my writing skills. I'll talk more about that tomorrow morning :)

Much love,

Ash

[soundofseventeen]

Miracle (Lee Jihoon)

Happy birthday @peachy-hoon​! A million thank yous will never suffice but I can always give you this! I’m sorry for any mistakes; I literally uploaded this as I finished. And you know, it’s not my best work, but alas.

Word count: 2645

Inspo

“And that’s a wrap!” Jihoon spoke into the mic to let Wonwoo know he was done for the day and without waiting for him to leave the recording studio, removed his headphones and stuffed his sweater and whatever he could fit into his backpack and ran out of Universe Factory, the door wide open and leaving his confused, but amused friend to tidy up the small room. In his rush he literally ran into Jeonghan, who ended up throwing all the papers in his hands, and Jihoon, although didn’t like running behind schedule, stayed to help pick up the mess he made.

“Where are you going in such a rush?” The older boy teased, checking the papers he had in his hand to make sure they were all in order and ready for presentation.

“Home.” Not bothering to check the pages, Jihoon handed them over and let Jeonghan sort them out.

“It’s still early, don’t you think? Soonyoung said he still has to go through the choreography and Seungcheol wanted everyone present for the meeting.” The impish smile had formed on Jeonghan’s face before he finished his sentence.

“Soonyoung said he’d record it for me and Seungcheol already told me everything I need to know.” Jihoon searched for his cellphone, groaning internally when he realized that he had left it in the practice room when he dropped the towels off for his clingy friend.

“Aren’t you gonna help me put these back in order?” Jeonghan asked when he saw him walking away.

“You have that handled well enough.”

“I’m missing the first page, and I had it before you knocked me over.” 

“Don't do this to me right now Jeonghan.” This time, the groan he let out was external. “I have plans that I can’t break.” Well, he could if he wanted to, but he wasn’t gonna.

“You’re not going anywhere until I find it.”

“It’s under your shoe. I’ll grab it for-move Jeonghan. I need all the time I can get.” Jihoon crouched to pick up the piece of paper.

“Why not just invite Y/N over so you stay a little longer and then you can leave together.” Jeonghan not so subtly moved his foot along with the paper so he wouldn’t take it so easily.

“I don’t think so.” He pushed his older friend, momentarily making him lose his balance and successfully retrieved the paper, squinting his eyes to read it and looking confused. “How is this our fault?”

“It’s not. The CEO is already talking to Jun about it and we’re supposed to see what measures we can take from happening again.”

“Then shouldn’t we talk to Yanan about it? I don’t know why they thought squawking every time their ringtones went off and unnecessarily texting each other throughout the day is our fault.” And both of them were messaging both groups, but he didn’t need to add that part. Instinctively, his hand went to his pockets, ready to make sure his phone stayed on silent, but he remembered he didn’t have it.

“If it gets the CEO off our backs, I don’t care what we have to do.” Jeonghan took out his own mobile device, shutting the noise off as a safety precaution. “I dreamt Yanan was part parrot twice already.” He shuddered at some memory.

“Okay, so I’ll see you tomorrow then. Bright and early and not a minute more. I have a song for you and Mingyu to go through.” He was ready to step past him when Jeonghan grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back slightly.

“Do you really have to go though? This hyung hasn’t eaten lunch and it’s your turn to buy.”

Woozi let out a deep sigh, took out his wallet, smiled briefly at the picture he had of you, and pulled out his debit card, along with the loose change he had. “You know my pin number and this is literally for anything else. ‘Bye.”

“Will Y/N be okay with you staying longer?” 

“Yes, but I won’t be.” He turned the other way to head over to the practice room, only instead of seeing Soonyoung, he found Chan in the middle of a choreo practice. “Sorry, I’m just here for my phone.”

Chan hit the pause button on the remote, and gratefully took the towel Jihoon provided. “Oh, uh, I haven’t seen it. Maybe Hoshi hyung took it when he left?”

“Okay, I’ll see you guys tomorrow then.” Although he wasn’t thrilled to be phoneless the rest of the day, he figured that no one important would try to get a hold of him and if he managed to convince you to turn it off, then it’d be foolproof. 

“Hyung, what are you today with Y/N that you’re not staying here with us?” Chan wadded up the towel and threw at him when Jihoon shook his head.

“Nothing, for real. I just wanna go home and take a nap on the couch.”

“I don’t believe you, but go ahead and leave us to suffer with our evil CEO and Joshua hyung.”

“I don’t know what you did but I’m glad you did it. Now Bumzu is in charge of getting the chorus done before you leave ton-stop looking at me like that. I’m not abandoning you.”

“You’re leaving us for Y/N.”

“I already had these plans.” And not even his best friends would hold him up. 

“Okay fine, don’t tell me what super fun, cool thing you’re gonna do while we just slave away here.”

Jihoon began walking away, backwards and slowly. However, he couldn’t hold back the smirk on his face. “We aren’t doing anything or going anywhere. I’d ask you guys to come over after work to see for yourself, but I don’t wanna.”

“Ever since you and Y/N started dating, you’ve changed.” The fake sniffle Chan let out almost sent Jihoon to the floor but he managed to reach the door and once he took a bow, walked out.

*

Jihoon let himself in quietly, just in case you were asleep or on the phone with someone important to you, but he was greeted with a Stray Kids song coming from the living room. He smiled while he watched “Back Door”, nodding to himself when he saw Bang Chan. He admired the leader, and respected his choices regarding his group, but if anything, it was how much you fawned over him that made him petty. (Not in the sense that whenever you argued, he’d tell you to be with him, but rather he thrived on the idea that if he was with you in public and you came across Chan, Jihoon could always be satisfied in knowing that you were on his arm, and bragging about him.) 

He did make a note to remind himself to tell the boys  that your friend wanted Seventeen to do the choreo and if he could just remember it one day, it’d be great. 

“Jagi?” He called out so he’d know where you were.

“I’m not home,” was your response and with that, followed the sound of your voice that led him into the kitchen. “You’re early.”

He placed a kiss on your hair and let you finish the dishes while he checked the mail you left on the table. Bills, spam, a few unknown addresses written to you and he could only assume you found more photocards and you’d show them to him later. “How was work?”

“They wanted me to stay a little longer but I told them I couldn’t.”

“So just about the same as me.” He tore up the junk mail, and threw it in the trash. “What’s that smell?” He asked, wrinkling his nose.

“I might have burned the first batch of cookies, while I was in the shower. But don’t worry, thes ones in the oven are almost done and they’ll be good for dinner.” You turned around to wave at him, but he stood up, opened a pack of peach gummies for you and fed you one. “Speaking of, what sounds good?”

He wrapped his arms around you, back hugging you while you resumed your chores. “I’m not hungry right now. How about you throw these in the dishwasher and we can just watch movies and we’ll make food later?”

“Vacuum the living room first and then I’ll go meet you there. I have to clean the bathroom after this and dust my shelves and-” you sighed, “-so much to do.”

“But you’re not working tomorrow. Can’t you do that?”

“I have plans tomorrow and I won’t be home until late.”

“Fine, I’ll help you do our chores so you can finish and then we’ll watch something that Wonwoo swore was good.” 

He kissed your cheek, only to jump slightly when you yelled out, “Ateez present!”, followed by, “Turn the TV up. I love this song!”

He nodded but didn’t say anything else, instead running around the apartment with the vacuum cleaner and you occasionally scolding him because you couldn’t hear your favorite songs, and after that, collecting all the trash to throw out so you wouldn’t have to go outside and lose whatever motivation you had. He liked when you had energy like that; it usually made him wonder what other things you had done, like the fact you changed the bedsheets this time, washed his clothes, and baked some dessert. You worked extra hard today and he couldn’t wait to have you sit next to him and watch something that you wouldn’t focus on, but you’d have a good night’s sleep if that happened. He wished he could do what you did in the short amount you’ve been home.

You somehow managed to finish at around the same time, but he could see you weren’t tired because you were teasing the cat with all its toys. (The cat he said he didn’t want when you bought the apartment, but for some reason couldn’t bear parting with the stray so now, he was an active member of the family, but he wasn’t complaining. The feline kept you company when he was gone and it strangely put Jihoon at ease.) “Haha, you’re too slow. Come grab it now.” You picked him up, trying not to wince when one of the claws came out. “Come on pretty boy. You’re gonna watch a movie with us tonight.”

Jihoon was already waiting for you, your favorite blanket ready to be claimed and the snacks ready to be eaten. “Come on Jagi. You don’t know how long I was waiting to do this with you.” He extended his arms wide enough for you to fall into them, and when you did, wrapped them around you, sighing contentedly. “You know I can stay like this forever, right?”

He kissed your forehead when you nodded, and you could feel the tiredness creeping in. He always made your long days a little better and you often wished you could be the beacon of energy he needed, and you tried really hard to be that. Your work’s complaints could wait for another day, but this couldn’t. “Thank you for coming home early.”

You could feel yourself falling asleep a little into the movie, not because you were bored, but because you were so warm and comfortable and you didn;t wanna break your little bubble. Jihoon played with your hair, further lulling you into a slumber and when he placed random kisses on you, you just silently asked for more. So it surprised you when the doorbell rang and you looked at him. “Did you order dinner?”

“No. Did you?” Then came the hard knocking and you recognized it immediately, and you let out a laugh.

“They didn’t,” Jihoon groaned. “I told them no. Just ignore them and they’ll go away.”

“Is that why you turned my phone off earlier?”

“Yes. I don’t always get this time with you.”

“Should I just let them in? You know they won’t stop until we open the door.” You didn’t know how long you stayed liked, but you reluctantly got off of Jihoon and opened the door, him muttering profanities and threatening to put them through hell the next time they were due to record.

“Y/N, you’re here!” Seungkwan pushed through everyone to hug you. “How come you don’t visit us? Don’t you love us anymore?”

“Dude, I’ve been so busy lately. I’m sorry.”

“WAIT!” Chan cried loud enough to wake your neighbors so you put a finger to your lips to quiet him down. “So Hyung was telling the truth when he said you weren;t doing anything?”

“We literally just cleaned the house and we were gonna watch a movie until bed.”

“Wow, you’re not fun.”

You counted all the heads, multiple times, frowning a little when you counted the 12. “I haven’t made dinner and we were just gonna have noodles.”

“Oh good! We’re starving.” Someone pushed Wonwoo and they all rushed inside, quickly making themselves at home. Jihoon shot you an apologetic look and you smiled at him. You enjoyed Seventeen’s company, but Jihoon shook his head, trying to look annoyed at their presence, but the smile he tried to hide was confirmation enough to have them here for a little. 

“Everyone is having ramen form the packet and if you don’t like it, then you can go and get your own food.” Your eyes widened when you saw the time on the stove. It felt so much later than it actually was.

“I just wanna know why you guys are here and not at home.”

“Hyung, you invited me earlier, remember? While I was working on the choreo and you were looking for your phone.”

“That reminds me. Catch Woozi!” Soonyoung fished the phone out of his pocket and threw it at his best friend, snickering when he failed to catch it.

“I didn’t invite you. I said I wish I could, but I don’t want to.”

“Well, we’re already here and Y/N said we could stay.”

“But please not so late; I’m working tomorrow. But later this weekend, you can go nuts.”

*

“I thought you weren’t working,” Jihoon asked after the unexpected guests left.

“I’m not, but like you said, we don’t always have time to do this.”

“You’re the best. Go play the movie; I can finish right here. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Not kicking them out. You could’ve done that.”

“They were already here.” You shrugged. “I guess you guys still need each other sometimes.”

“Still, I appreciate that.” He lightly pushed you to the living room, though you couldn’t actually sit down. There was a small mess you could’ve ignored, but you were already up and you didn’t know how long it’d be until Jihoon finished. Plus it wouldn’t take long, especially since your favorite boy was sound asleep on his tower after Jun and Vernon chased him around. 

And you also also had to change Netflix accounts so no one would be confused about anything. Luckily, no one touched your stuff, so you were able to find your spot fairly quickly and Jihoon came by just in time, with two of your cookies in his hand, and handed one to you.

“I love you, you know that?”

He nodded. “Let’s finish watching this, so we can go to sleep.” He flopped on the couch, once again extending his arms to you, where you met him with small pecks and flushed cheeks. 

You finally pressed play again, hoping for no more interruptions until the next day, quickly falling into your previous state of almost falling asleep right then and there. “I love you Jihoon,” you mumbled to him again.

He shut his eyes in his euphoric state, letting your words warm him up before he responded to you, quietly enough that not even your favorite boy could hear.

“You are my miracle.”

[jilljoycearts]

About the situation with the previously mentioned reposter, reposts in general, and the fandom. This is mostly about the russian part of the internet, the dark and fearsome place.

This post is very long, so I’m hiding it under the cut.

To sum it all up:

If you see drawings (fanarts) for the game Enderal and for the rest of the SureAI games on the russian social VK, published not by the authors of the drawings or not by their art groups, pages and communities, then they are placed against the will of these very authors.

About the rhetorics (mostly for the Russians that stumble upon this post): what people on VK call repost (share button) is an actual reblogging or retweet. In fact, a repost is re-uploading something not by its owner. Now let's start. The retelling is quite detailed. Also, a warning: although I can retell this whole thing in english from scratch, the post is translated from russian with the help of almighty google. I don't want to bother much with this and spend my energy on it. Most of the mistakes I still fix, but the sentence structure and phrasing might seem weird.

The man (hereinafter "character T"; we do not mention his name because he is only interested in your attention to his person) took under his wing a long-abandoned community (Enderal themed), asking to be a moderator. For several months he was posting stolen drawings (without permission and credits), until his vanity drove him into a trap: with a request of "reblog for reblog" (wanted to promote his own fan-creation) he messaged a small russian community of artists interested in the SureAI games. Naturally, seeing his reposting activities, everyone was utterly indignant. He was incredibly lucky that my drawing was the last one published on the dash of his community. Again, no credit. I left a comment urging him to remove the stolen things and explaining the common truths. To which no one answered, but suddenly a link to my tumblr appeared. I wrote another comment telling to delete again, and again no one answered me. When he had to start talking to me, Character T decided that it was a good idea to load a girl (who was so lucky to know both of us a bit) with the work of a negotiator. I leave it to you to judge the "honor and dignity" of this character and his decision. I scroll forward: he agrees to delete my work, while rolling out a post consisting of articles of the civil code, in which he puts the meaning “I reposted, am reposting and will continue that, because the law allows me”. At the same time, the negotiator girl gets tired of working as his secretary. I already intend to contact him personally, but I find myself in his blacklist. It would seem, "Well, calm down, hedeleted yours." But his intention to repost further stunned everyone. Naturally, the time has come to inform the foreign authors about this chronic stealing.

A new location was unlocked in our amusing adventure: a server of the game developers SureAI on Discord. There, one of the artists from whom he stole called him out, without mentioning the names (yes, the character T was active there, whilst annoying the local inhabitants). He responded after a while, again rolling out his cart of articles on the legality of reposts. He also managed to threaten me personally with something. In general, he was kicked from the server of the developers for lack of culture and propaganda of copyright infringement. Further, another foreign author tried to contact him personally, but in the same way received a cart of laws. In the meantime, the English-speaking part of the fandom artists decided to write an official letter of complaint, attaching all links to posts to be deleted, and listing the authors with whose content the character T is strictly prohibited from interacting in the future. This letter was tried to be sent by a German artist, who specially registered there, but she stumbled upon some tech difficulties. Firstly, she was blocked by the owner of the stealing community, where the character T was appointed as the moderator. Her page was empty, the name was not Russian - he thought it was a bot, I can understand that. She then dropped the complaint letter to the support of VK social itself. Even tried to message the stealing community specifically but another lag made it impossible. (and this was required according to the new "rules" of the character T, according to which it was decided to play. "So that your complaint was considered ..." and so on.)...

Sensing something is wrong, character T made an attempt to contact some Russian-speaking authors himself in the meantime. And they told him the same -- that he steals, and not “shares” for some “purpose”. And here comes an interesting thing: the phrases "well, something needs to be posted to fill the community" and "but I am not on their Facebooks, I found it on Yandex"(that's russian google). That is, our drawings turned out to be just a filler, because something needs to be posted. Searching by image is difficult, but he still has to post! Something. Anything. What for? I have an explanation and an answer to this, but since this is the purpose of the character T - to draw attention to his fan-creation, I will not mention it 👌🏻 Another of his phrases was that due to the increased attention to his community now he HAS to credit the authors 🤦🏻‍♀. In general, he banned the Russian-speaking artist, whom he contacted and received a well-scented bucket’s content on his head (and well-deserved of course).

Now let's return to the official letter of complaint from foreign artists, which never reached the stealing community, and after all it was sent by the Russian-speaking author L. This time the character T was able to read it, but as expected, he refused to remove reposts, said that the artists were arrogant, accused of gatekeeping and again expressed his intention to repost not only without permission, but also against the will of all these fandom authors (38 people). After all, he has a great goal - to popularize games and the universe in the ru-segment.

The same or the next day the owner of the stealing community contacted me (who had previously lost interest, abandoned it, and a year later gave it to the character T). The owner asked what was happening, I explained, and passed on the letter of complaint from foreign artists, which the German artist could not send because he blocked her. That I explained to him too and he unblocked her. No reaction to my explanations abot the character T followed, but we’ll come back to that later.

And now we decided it’s time for our last resort -- we contacted Nicolas (the main screenwriter, the owner of the rights to this universe and the main figure of the fandom as a whole). Here I will digress from the main line and note that interested people have dug out both the provisions of the Berne Convention and the laws of the Russian Federation, which the character T chose to ignore in his activities, hiding behind only those that are convenient for him. Now let's return to Nicolas, who had to take a break from vacation because of this circus. As it turned out, character T, sensing the smoke, came running to him first. But alas, Nicolas was on the side of the authors (who would have thought). As a result, we almost decided that hurray, it helped, because posts with pictures disappeared from the wall of the stealing community, and character T even disappeared from the list of moderators (I will return to the stage with the owner of the community: I assume it was his work). But it was clear that it was too early to celebrate the victory.

Change of location: again the server of the developers on Discord. After the kick of the character T, three days later, a brand-new account appears, which broadcasts about the character T in the third person using Google translate “ if he had not been pressed upon, he would repost peacefully in his community of a thousand subscribers. And now he will attract some audience of a dozen more groups and will repost there too”. Naturally, without direct evidence of the second coming, no one have kicked him yet.

On the same day, the VK support told me that the most effective weapon in our case is the DMCA form. This is inconvenient, but it works. Moreover, the stolen has already been removed from the stealing community.

Then people came across the news - the stealing community advertised a new community of the character T, which was shaped exclusively for reposting other people's drawings (and there were already several works, including mine). The adv post called to support the character T “and his work”. Naturally, in the comments, I and other people urged not to support this. We even managed to explain the situation to some random person. After that the post was deleted. We don't know who deleted the post (still the character T or the community owner).

At this point, I ask Nicolas to message the tharacter T again using the simplest words that reposts cannot be allowed without permission. At all. Even with links attached. Doesn't help because the main now-not-stealing community shares a new post of the new one stealing community again. That is, even the main copyright holder and owner of the entire thing is not a figure of authority for the character T. Summing up -- “I will “popularize” your fandom against your wishes. The laws allow me. "

But after a while, the reblog from the new community is removed from the main one.

And again, the change of location: to the discord of the developers, where the character T himself comes back and writes something (under the new name ofc as his old account is banned). He declares that he will now repost to some huge audience of 300k people (before that there were 200, and even before that 100, yeah), he is outraged by the complaint letter from the authors with the ban on reposting, he will deliberately not credit, and also he wants to reupload my fanfiction somewhere. After that, he was kicked again 🥾.

Naturally, the entire audience is shocked, the character T literally became famous and crowned himself with a clown wig in just a few days, and now the entire fandom and the informed ru-segment hates him. The retelling is over.

Almost. Now I thank google translate for the help above and I'm gonna retell even more without it as this information is rather new. He wrote his own “explanation post”, where he somehow found relevant addressing the sexuality of one of the authors who called him out, called Nico indifferent and passive regarding this situation, insulted literally everyone but him, the white knight, whom we all should be grateful to for his will of promoting our content. I facepalm very hard. And he reposts art to some small communities but no one gives a shit (surprisingly so, huh?). He adds the links to the authors. Now I don’t want to give him any attention anymore, I have some work to get done.

Here comes the part about the and for community itself (google translate helps me again):

For the artists:

For the people registered in VK there is a "Nemesis" algorithm (dropdown - report - copied content). It will want a link to the previously published content on the VK as a primary source. Its effectiveness is still in question, but if someone tried it, then share your experience. For the rest, there is a dmca form that wants passport data (the only one I know of that asks for it), which I personally do not want to share, but in general... It's up to you to decide. Advice: Include readable text with @ of your page, community or yourself in your watermarks. Thus, an adequate person will always see where to go for the primary source.

For the readers/viewers:

Fandom existence is based on respect for other people's work. This work is the reason fandoms exist. If you like the drawing, then praise the author, support them in accessible ways (like - comment - subscribe - send a link to a friend(reblog the thing) - give some moneyz). People will be pleased, honestly. And if you disagree with something or you go "Ew" for other reasons, then just walk by. This is, in fact, all that you can do. If you have ambitions, ideas and “I need to fill my dead community with something” (you are considering taking the author's drawing and placing it somewhere yourself), then you ask for permission and accept any answer. There is no other way. Otherwise it's a violation of the law. 

Why reposts (= re-uploads) are harmful I think there's no need to mention, but still:

First of all, it drives away traffic from the authors. It doesn't matter if fanart can be monetized or not (spoiler alert: it can). Example: If a figurative reposter hadn't taken away figurative content, then a potential viewer interested in this content would go to search for it himself. And would have found it posted by the author. And then it is already possible to take a closer look at the other work as a whole, and even give the author money so that they draw something personalized for this viewer personally. That’s an example. It seems to be clear. Artists on the Internet care about their traffic, which is responsible for audience growth and all subsequent opportunities. This is the basics.

About monetizing fan content.

It depends solely on the developers / authors of games and books (original owners of all rights). Sometimes the ban on monetization hangs for some time after the release of the game (as was the case with Hades), sometimes you can sell keychains / posters / whatever with fanarts on them right away. And sometimes you can't, everything is individual here. Again, I think it is clear that if a viewer finds the original image posted by the author themselves, then this viewer has more chances to buy merch with this image. After all, the author will definitely add that the drawing is available as a merch. Reposter -- never. He does not know that, he found it on Yandex/Google.

Specifically about me and my community:

You know that my main audience are not russians. I have already abandoned my russian community once. Would I want to disappear from there again? So far, there is no such desire. People I have there are nice and friendly, despite the small number. How much do I really care about reposts of drawings on an objectively dying or already dead fandom? I'll leave it to you to decide. I have been here since the 2016-17, with me the fan activity started, and with me it will end. Everyone who is interested in SureAI games knows me. And although I have the permission from the devs to monetize fanart and fan content in general, it is obvious that $20 from posters and magnets every few months is not my motivation. I am here because I love the game universe and its characters. I make my own thing, quietly rejoicing, and I don't look around much. Reposts are evil on a different level, and not on this one. Does T's intention of re-uploading my fanfiction or even rewriting it somehow thrills me? I don’t care at all. Let him read a well edited and thought-through text for once. But I doubt it will help a little.

In general:

My subscribers / readers / followers know where to look for my updates. A thinking person that sees a repost will go and find the author themselves. Be it pictures that they see, text or something else. Those people who don't think are obviously not interesting for me as an audience. Other authors share this position.

Finally, end of this text. It has taken me 4 hours to write this all in russian, maybe another one to edit the google output and add more things AND almost one week of my time to deal with this all (and don’t forget other authors involved, they spent a shitload of time on it too). From now on my position is “time is money” and if the character T resurfaces he’ll have to pay me for the attention he seeks, lol 

[putschki1969]

H-el-ical// 『B-day Event 2021』Live Commentary/Report

Date: July 2, 2021 Stream open 18:00／Stream start 18:30 Stream Ticket purchase period: 2021/6/19 12:00〜7/8 19:00   Ticket sales page https://eplus.jp/h-el-ical_st/ Ticket price: 3,000 yen Archived video available until July 8 23:59

Hikaru tweet |

Notes: As discussed in previous posts, it’s VERY hard for foreigners to buy tickets on e+. Their service requires a registration with an active Japanese phone number which needs to be verified via SMS/call (something I managed to do a couple of years ago with the help of a kind friend in Japan - it wasn’t easy at all). On top of that, you can ONLY pay with Japanese credit cards or at convenience stores (once again, something that was only possible because I know kind people who are willing to help me with stuff like that). Lots of hurdles which aren’t easily overcome. *sighs* I know that e+ does in fact have an overseas ticket service but alas, Hikaru’s team have decided not to offer it. Maybe it wouldn’t have paid off for them, I don’t know. However, I think you CAN use a proxy service like FromJapan or WhiteRabbitExpress because they will handle the whole process for you. Careful though! It has come to my attention that certain foreign fans cannot access the relevant e+ pages anymore. I think the reason for that might be that e+ blocked the countries where their overseas service is available. So even if you get a Japanese ticket through FromJapan etc you might not be able to access the event without using some proper VPN. Anyways, without further ado, let’s get to the live commentary 〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

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LIVE COMMENTARY/IMPRESSIONS (TO BE UPDATED)

The current background music is an acoustic instrumental arrangement of a famous song I know but for the live of me, I can’t remember its name or the lyrics. Sounds a bit jazz-y, pop standard-ish, I’m guessing that will be the vibe for the event? I don’t really know the other piece they are playing now. Could be anything really.:P

It’s a small but cute venue. Takeshi Kato (from SPICE) is enthusiastic as always as host XD Hikaru looks super cute. They are clapping “Happy Birthday” for her (they can’t sing due to COVID guidelines unfortunately). She also got a little cake and and Amazon giftcard from her management.

Time for a little “How much do you know about H-el-ical//”  quiz: She needs to reply within 5 seconds which Hikaru finds very difficult. On what day was “pulsation” released? (June 1 2019) The venue for her 1st H-el-ical// live? (Kanagawa Kenmin Hall) How many H-el-ical// songs are there in total? (24) How many goods did she sell for her acoustic live in 2020? (11) Something about the key being different in the first part of the song compared to all her other songs. Hikaru doesn’t know this. Gushimiyagi chose that question :P Apparently it’s Landscape. Hikaru scolds Gushi for coming up with such a difficult question :P Otherwise Hikaru did great tho, she answered 4 out of 5 qustions

Then they bring out five different bubble teas for Hikaru to taste. I think she is supposed rank them according to how strong they taste or sometthing? No idea. She is pretty good at it (even though she almost chokes :P) And she was happy to finally drink some tapioca again. She is trying to take a break for the YK Live Tour.

LIVE CORNER: She is doing the TOP 3 of the survey where we got to choose our faves. Hirotaka Sakurada has joined Hikaru on stage. 1. disclose ~ acoustic ver. [WOW!! LOVE IT!! So powerful *chills*] 2. Altern-ate- ~ acoustic ver. [Really loving these arrangements. Sakurada’s playing is pretty epic and fits Hikaru’s super dramatic and dark singing.] 3. 咲 -SHOW- [Okay, didn’t expect that to be so high in the ranking. Not one of my favourites :P A tad too shrill for my liking, much preferred the lower key of the previous songs. Still Hikaru is super cute and she was happy that it ranked so high bcause she wrote the song for us]

GOODS INTRO CORNER: Hikaru is excited to see lots of people wear her masks. Cute as always. My merch already arrived at the TENSO warehouse. Can’t wait to receive all of them. Dammit, the t-shirt looks so soft. Her shirts are honestly the best. I kinda regret not ordering one. There is still a chance for you to purchase the items! [H-el-ical // Limited time ONLINE SHOP] http://h-el-ical.tokyo TUTORIAL [Order period] 2021/5/21 20: 00 ~ 2021/7/6  23:59

LIVE CORNER: We are back to some songs. Something summer-themed. 4. Spiranthes [Lovely as always. Not what I would have liked to hear from the “Blooming” album tho :P]. 5. 水 – Find your answer [Another nice pick but once again not what I would have chosen from the “elements” album] MC: Hikaru is super happy to have Sakurada with her because she has loved his playing ever since the Kalafina day. 6. 火 − One step forward [They did a darker arrangement for this live. I love it! Made me fall in love with the song. Hikaru SLAYS!] 7. Existence ~ acoustic ver. [LOL, I almost forgot about this song. Shame on me. I prefer it like this I think. Her screams are super cool]. 8. 紡-TSUMUGU- [Ahhhhhh, I knew this would be the final song. I am in love. The lalalas always get to me! She asks everyone at the venue to clap along and everyone who is watching the stream can sing the lalalas with her 💕 ]

She received another present from her drummer MASUKE. Then Hikaru  once again announces that all her albums are now available on various streaming services. AND we are getting a NEW SONG today on YouTube - “I am me”. Please look forward to it! It’s a song with a very youthful vibe. Awwww, her final words are so touching, I think she almost teared up. And she is taking some pictures with the audience whic she will upload later. AHhhh. wish I could have been there. Will there be an encore? Maybe? But the live stream doesn’t seem to cover it?

ENCORE: THERE IS an ancore!! And it IS covered by the live stream!! For a second the sound didn’t work but they fixed it quickly. BANZAI! 9. Happy Birthday [She sang it for herself because the audience isn’t allowed to sing. So precious! ]

[100layersofdaddyissues]

angel - Chapter 1 (reupload)

hi so ive only just noticed this morning that the first chapter of angel was deleted somehow so here is the re-upload for anyone whose been looking for it. 

warnings: smut, drug use 

word count: 4.2K

  No one could tell you how you should feel. And although so many had tried, none had been able to successfully warn you of the danger that came with being involved with Maxwell Lord. It was well known that the man ruled over everything the light touched. That power is what attracted you to him in the first place. He was strong and competent (for the most part) and above all, he was rich. Initially, that’s really all that mattered to you. You’d never been the type of young woman to show a romantic interest in the people you dated.Iit didn’t matter whether they were attractive or nice, just so long as they had connections and enough cash to spare. Then you were theirs for as long as you could stand them.

     Truth be told, you’d never really considered Max a target; it’s no secret there was an age gap there. And admittedly, you thought he would be the type to want to settle down and get married soon. That truly did not interest you in the slightest. Your story with Maxwell began like any other of your “relationships”, you just happened to be in his vicinity on a fateful day. In the dark corner of a dingy club, just on the outskirts of the downtown red light district. You didn’t have any hope of a fruitful encounter. It wasn’t the most high class so you had of course assumed that no one of monetary worth would be lurking in this place. With a sticky floor and bartenders that, for a few dollars more, would look the other way when it came to what went into pretty girls drinks. Just breathing the air in this postcode would taint one’s reputation. 

As you stood in your dark corner you observed the girls in their mini skirts, shaking their ass in hopes of some free drinks, or maybe a reason not to have to go home that night., h There he was, Maxwell Lord himself. It surprised you to find him staring you dead in the eyes. You let your eyes shamelessly drag down his form. Standing tall in a perfectly tailored powder blue suit with his blonde hair slicked back as it always was. His height and broad stature towered above the skinny men who haunted this club with their presence. All of them wishing to be akin to Mick Jagger or Robert Plant, though the only resemblance was the big hair and the ominous white powder that they had carelessly neglected to wipe off their noses. Maxwell was staring at you with some sort of intent in his eyes.

     You held his gaze for a moment longer, observing the man in his glory, you turned away your head. Before you could see him start to make his way to you,  you returned your eyes to their previous spot. He was gone.Your eyes darted back and forth searching for where he had disappeared, when a breathy voice made its way into your ear.

      “Are you looking for someone, doll?”

  It was no louder than a whisper, it could barely be heard over the pounding of Michael Sembello’s Maniac, but it was so distinguished you didn’t even have to turn your head to know where or who it came from. And yet when you did, you still felt surprised seeing him stand there, a sultry glint in his eyes.  ”Why did he come to speak to you?” you wondered.

      “Well I was, but it seems like he found me before I found him.” You said with what you had hoped sounded like seduction dripping from your voice.

  “Have you got a name? Or should I just call you angel, because from where I’m standing that’s really the only name that would honour someone as breathtaking as you.” 

 Logically, you knew he was coming onto you. You’d been club hopping all night, cocaine and ecstasy mixed with sweat dripping from your pores, you knew he couldn’t be serious in thinking you looked that good. But you can’t help but have been allured to his reputation as a powerful business man, and even more powerful lover.

      “My name is Y/N but if you’d like to call me Angel that’s perfectly fine with me.”

 “Well Y/N it’s a pleasure to meet someone as beautiful as you, I’m Ma- “

 “Mr. Lord, trust me, I am well aware of who you are. I don’t think anyone in here wouldn’t know you, except maybe him.” you say pointing to the old man who clearly misinterpreted the vibe of the club walking in, seeing as he was sitting at the bar with his head on the counter almost definitely asleep.

 “You make an excellent point, maybe someone should probably try waking him up, it's almost concerning.” He says with a deep chuckle, as you join in giggling with him.

 “I’m going to reason with you here Y/N. I’m very bored and you’re very beautiful. So would you like to leave with me? I’ve got an apartment just a block away.You can come back with me, and maybe keep me company?” 

 As he spoke, Maxwell moved his face closer to you until his face was merely an inch or so from your face. You barely needed to nod before he grabbed your hand leading you out of the club, into the cold of the night.

     Within minutes you were standing out the front of his apartment building. Beginning to feel the cool air tint your skin a shade of purple, you can't imagine you would have been very attractive. The heat of the lobby hit you as the doorman greeted you, opening the door and telling ‘Mr Lord’ to have an excellent morning, huh, morning, you hadn’t even considered that you’d be been out that long, but alas looking at the big grandfather clock at the back of the lobby you read 4:20.

     When approaching the elevator, you saw Maxwell slightly flick his head and the attendant left the small space with a smile. You assumed it was a usual occurrence for him to not question why Maxwell was telling him to leave, although you didn’t doubt you were the first person for him to be bringing back to his home. You were standing in the elevator quite awkwardly while Maxwell pushed the number of his floor in. 135. You were suddenly grateful that you lacked a fear of heights, as you pondered whether that was a rational fear to have or not, Maxwell was once again very close to your face.

      “I know I’ve already told you quite a few times tonight, but you are absolutely stunning, can I kiss you?” His tone was surprisingly sincere as he spoke in a hushed tone.

      “I never really pegged you as the asking type Maxwell.” You said mischievously thinking it would lighten the mood. 

 But he stayed serious as he said “just because I’m a dick doesn’t mean your consent isn’t important to me” 

 You were stunned. But the moment you said yes, his demeanour changed and he smashed his lips to yours. It was rough and passionate and everything you’d expected in the beginning. Hot and fiery, but definitely careless. He was dominating you already, and you knew in that moment that you were in for a rough night.

     The elevator door opened with a light ding, revealing what looked like a mansion. It was easily at least 30 times bigger than your own apartment. You walked around with amazement spread across your face,  unable to contain your awe of the beauty that is this place. Your eyes trailed around the room and suddenly landed on the view of the city, you walked toward the floor to ceiling windows in what you assumed to be the living room. 

“This is absolutely incredible Max!  I can’t believe you live in a place like this!” you said with amazement and wonderment dripping from your voice.

      “Actually I don’t live here, I just have this place for when I’m going clubbing and can’t be bothered calling my driver to take me home. I live in the middle of the city, just over there.” Max said as he came up behind you to point at the tallest building in the skyline. 

 Your eyes widened in wonder and amusement, as he started to kiss your neck

  “Well maybe I could see that place sometime then?” 

 He abruptly stopped kissing you. 

  “No, no one goes there but family, I don’t take anyone to my home. You understand?”

 Though it kind of stung that he was so abrupt about it, you nodded in understanding. You didn’t care enough to be hurt that he didn’t want to show you his home, as far as you were concerned you’d never see this place again either. This was a one night stand, you didn’t care whether it happened again or not.

     With that, he spun you around and smashed his lips against yours with such force you felt his teeth snag your bottom lip without even realising. You stumbled over your feet as Maxwell pulled you from the wall. He started pushing you in what you could only assume was the direction of the bedroom. He reached behind you and fumbled with the door knob to push you through what you would discover tomorrow to be an ornate archway. When your legs hit the back of the bed, he pushed you off him and stood so tall over you, so dominating in stance. Your mouth and pussy began to water with anticipation. There was a promise of an unforgettable time that gleamed in his lust-blown eyes. His hair was a mess as he took his suit jacket off and his tie, rolling his sleeves up he looked the image of sex. As he grabbed your legs to pull you to the edge of the bed roughly, he locked eyes with yours. Keeping his gaze, you felt him trace a path that led up your legs, to your thighs, to your hips, where he slowly dragged your lace underwear down and promptly pocketed it. You weren’t going to ask for them back; you wanted him to remember you.

  “Sit up, take your dress off, and lay back down at the edge of the bed” his tone was domineering and forceful, you did exactly as you were told. 

 As he watched you with attentive eyes, he knelt down next to the bed as you lay back down, he put his hands around the back of your thighs and pulled you so close that his nose brushed against your clitoris. He was so close you could feel his breath and you were so aroused that it was already stimulating you just to feel those tiny puffs of air.

      You began squirming in place, whining “Maxwell, please, I’m begging you to do something!” 

 “I do so love a needy baby girl, but the more you beg, the more I’m going to torture you doll.” 

 His voice was seductive, but you knew his threat was anything but; he meant business. You wished with all your might that there would be another opportunity where you could test his threat, but right now you needed an orgasm and you needed it quick. So you did what you did best: Be a Good Little Girl. So you shut your mouth and nodded your head. 

 “No no angel, I want to hear your words. What do you have to say for yourself? Hmm?” 

 “I’m sorry I’ll be quiet and I wont whine, sir”

      “Sir? You learn quickly, I might just have to keep you,” you couldn’t lie, you wish it didn’t excite you as much as it did to hear him say that he wanted to keep you. He was exactly your type, powerful and rich, you wanted to be kept by him.

 After what felt like an eternity, his mouth finally attached itself to you. He wasted no time going absolutely feral on your clit, licking and sucking and the slight bite here and there. It was absolute euphoria. He didn’t waste any time before shoving two fingers deep into your cunt. He curled them in just the right way for it to hit your spot, and you felt a jolt course through your body. You were kicking yourself for wasting time on the young socialites in the city who couldn’t eat pussy for shit; when it was clear the older they were, the more gained experience. This held exceptionally true with Max. Within minutes you could feel the familiar knot building in the pits of your stomach, and it was only moments before he was coaxing you to orgasm with his fingers while his mouth tried to tie a knot into your clit with his tongue. Never has a man made you come from any sort of sexual encounter. You were already shaking when his face raised itself from your pussy as he started kissing his way back up your body, you didn’t know how long you’d be able to last with him fucking you if his dick was as good as his mouth.

     “I’ve never had such a pretty thing like you react in such an explosive way to my mouth, are you just trying to stroke my ego angel?” his face was mere centimetres from yours as you heaved out heavy breaths just trying to compose yourself enough to speak actual words instead of loud moans and quiet whines.

  “No that was nothing short of incredible. I’m not the type of woman to fake it. That was fucking incredible, I’ve never had an experience like that that wasn’t caused by my own hand.” 

 He chuckled lowly before saying, “well now I know you’re just trying to inflate me. You think that was good just you wait doll. You’ve got a long morning ahead of you.” And you didn’t doubt it.

 Beginning to reach down, you paused halfway to silently ask for permission to touch him. He said nothing but simply grabbed your hand to place on his chest, letting you explore whatever and wherever you wanted. You traced muscles and planes of skin that would have caused Micheangelo to swoon, himself. Lower and lower you ventured, until you met the border between his pants and the rest of him. Silently and instinctively, you looked up at him and asked for permission again.

  “Go on Baby Doll, take it off.” 

You woke up groggy that afternoon, you turned over to see the bed, empty, though you weren’t surprised, you were however surprised to see yourself still at the apartment, usually you left immediately after the person fell asleep, but here you were bundled up under warm covers being weighed down by the doona struggling to find your way out. You walked your way around the apartment, trying to find the bathroom, when you happened upon Max, sitting in a big sofa chair out on his balcony smoking a cigarette, only in his suit pants from the night before, again this was something that surprised you, oud never thought Maxwell to be someone who waits around for his encounters to wake, you had him pegged as someone who would just leave a  note and never see the person again.

           “good morning angel, how did you sleep?” you hadn’t even realised he knew you were awake, he hadn’t turned to see you, you stuttered for a moment before saying, “after last night I’m surprised I even woke up before tomorrow, I’ve never been that worn out after sex.” Your voice was quiet, almost timid, you weren’t sure why, you were never intimidated by men usually. But when they make you orgasm; they have a power you’ve never encountered before.

           “I’m going to be honest here darling, I’m not here for a relationship and if I was I wouldn’t have tried finding one in that bar but that pussy was magic and I’m not very willing to let it go just yet, so I have a proposition for you. You’re a beautiful young woman, I’d like to see you again, whenever I want, I'll take your number and I will call you. Do you have a job that will hinder you from coming at any time of day?” His tone made you feel like you were one of his business partners, like he was making a transaction.

           “I work in marketing at Halo Corp, so I would assume that would be a hindrance”

           “you work at Halo Corp? the competition to my own business? Run by Henry Giorgio? Yeah that won’t do, you work in marketing you said?” you nodded meekly as he walked towards his phone, as he dialled in a number and greeted someone called Grace. Catching the phrases “fire him,” “I don’t care” “no I have a replacement already” and then he hung up. “there you go Doll, now call Henry tell him you have a new job, you’re working for me” you were stunned, was he doing this just to have you close so that you could service him whenever? Of course, he was. You wondered how many people worked for Maxwell merely for his convenience. You assumed the “Grace” he spoke to was definitely one of his “conveniences” but he, you weren’t going to complain about the opportunity to work in the biggest company in the city.

           “I’ll get on that when I get home, I don’t know the number for my boss, but thank you for the opportunity that company fucking sucks” you said with amusement in your voice, you really did hate working at Halo, there was no respect from higher ups for the people who actually ran their company.

           “right well i'll let you go do that now, I have to go to lunch with an associate, did you need a ride home?” “oh no it's okay I could walk or take a cab” you say not wanting to burden him, well or let him know where you lived.

           “nonsense I’m calling my driver and we’ll drop you off on the way in, you my want to get dressed though, I don’t think you’d want anyone to see you wrapped up in a sheet on the street” you looked down at yourself and agreed before heading to the bedroom to retrieve your clothes from the night before.

           When Max said he would call his driver for some reason you expected a limousine to pull up, but yet here you were standing on the curb in front of a 1974 Rolls Royce silver shadow, you were in awe. You’d barely noticed that Max was pushing you slightly towards the opened door as you stood and started at the beautiful car, “come on doll, it's just a car you’ll see plenty lets go'' you blushed In slight embarrassment at how easily you he could tell you were in awe and how he could care less about the car he drove in, though you suspect had never driven it himself.

           On the way to your apartment Max really only spoke on the car phone, planning something more important than you could comprehend, when he wasn’t on the phone he was asking about you, nothing interesting or caring, like your hobbies or your family, no he was asking for your full name and social security number, setting up your employee business account with Lord Industries.

           Soon the car was pulling to a stop outside of your apartment building, you looked up at it from the window of the car, the building was falling apart, the walls were cracking and foundations were sinking, many of the windows had bars on them, the fire escapes that went down the side of the building were all rusted in place and no longer usable. You looked back at max who was staring out the window with a furrow in his brow, his face looked unusually stern and still, he looked down at you with concern in his eyes, “surely you don’t live here? Not while working for Halo?” he said with concern laced in his voice, you just laughed at his insinuation that working for halo would have any bearing on where you lived. “yeah this is where I live, it’s really all I can afford to be honest with you, Halo doesn’t pay that well at all, most of the money we make goes to Henry and his associates.”

           “nope that’s not gonna work, come on, take me to your apartment, Darius keep the car running we're going to my apartment on west 22nd Miss Y/L/N won’t be staying here.”

“wait what do you mean I won’t be staying here?” you said in absolute confusion=on, it didn’t make sense to you why he would be making you leave. “Well it’s clearly not safe here and it wouldn’t rest well on my conscience if I left here with you staying, come on, get your essentials for the night and then I’ll have Darius come pick you up tomorrow morning to move the rest of your things, you’re not staying here.”

“No really it's too much for you to lend me one of your homes” you tried to argue. 

“This is not only for your safety but for mine, if i come to you needing your services I can't be seen here nor can i risk being around anyone who lives here” 

           You felt slightly offended at the way he spoke about the people who lived here, you lived here, this had been your home for months but you really couldn’t argue with him, you didn’t know how, you didn’t really want to, the people who lived here were a horrible crowd and if Maxwell Lord was offering you one of his apartments to stay in then you take the offer. You grabbed your toiletries, some clothes for tomorrow and pyjamas and you back out the door before you could even check for your pack of cigarettes, Max telling you that he’ll buy you more if you left now. He was in a rush clearly.

           Darius dropped max off first, with a polite nod and a ‘ill see you soon’ he left out the door of the car into the restaurant “La Chambre Du Salaud” French is always fancy. You sat silent in the backseat, not really knowing the etiquette as one of Max’s girls.

           “Miss, would you like some dinner? Max is never good at feeding himself and I doubt he fed you, he doesn’t keep any food in his other apartments.” The driver, Darius, spoke up from the front seat. Now that you thought about it you were starving, absolutely fanging. “I would love that, but I wouldn’t want to be a burden.” You said quietly, you truly didn’t want to come off as a burden. “nonsense if Max is letting you stay in one of his houses, I’m sure he would be okay with you having a meal. We’ll stop wherever you like.” You agreed to dinner at McDonalds, not wanting to put Darius out, he asked you a few things about your family and what you’re doing in the big city while you ate, “well originally I’m from Pennsylvania but there’s nothing going on down there, no one can make a name of themselves there, especially not from my small town, I wanted to be someone, and when I realised that that was a pipe dream and I realised I couldn’t go back, not couldn’t really, more so wouldn’t, I’ve seen the bright lights, I want to stay in the concrete towers forever, I decided that working for a good corporation would let me stay for as long as I was working well.” It was true, mostly, you did sleep your way up at Halo, but you did work hard for some of those promotions, no one gets to the head of anything from just sucking dick.

           “Mr Lord isn’t the biggest fan of that halo company you might have shown him a real good time last night, oh don’t blush miss I’m his driver I’ve seen far worse in the back of my cars.” He was right, you were redder than a rose, you could feel the heat spread across your cheeks, you weren’t sure why, you had slept with many people, and been caught with a fair few, maybe it was the fact that Darius was so distinguished, he felt trustworthy and for some reason you didn’t want him to think badly of you. “Come on Miss, we should get you back, you should sleep or at least rest. I’m sure Mr Lord did quite the number on you, I'll be back to pick you up in the morning, around 10 although you can call me earlier if you’d like.”

           After getting to the apartment you noticed that Darius was right, no food, honestly it looked like no one had ever been in there before, it was so pristine it was almost like a hotel, you wondered how many women had brought here but you decided dwelling on it didn’t really mattered, you didn’t really care anyway.

           You set up what little clothes you had brought in the closet, the toothbrush in the bathroom and then you found your way to bed. 

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the FiVE:RACHA project (1/7) // black mirror AU // 18+

chapter one: freedom series navigation: [desktop] [mobile]

⚠ POTENTIAL TW: READ WITH CAUTION! ⚠ pairings: lee minho x kim seungmin | hwang hyunjin x lee felix x yang jeongin | bang chan x seo changbin x han jisung rating: explicit! 18+ warnings/tags: creator chose not to use archive warnings, descent into madness, horror, thriller, technological implants, blood and gore, alcohol abuse, some sexual content in later chapters but it’s not, like, smut. word count: 3,101 also on AO3

PS: i made a carrd for this. check it out if you’re interested!

originally posted: 26 december 2020

Several years ago, five men created a website for South Korea's international rap sensation, 3RACHA. The website, The FiVE:RACHA Project, was almost as popular as the group themselves. About two years after the website went live, FiVE:RACHA had the opportunity to meet 3RACHA.

Immediately after they meet, the members of FiVE:RACHA and 3RACHA go missing. The FiVE:RACHA Project website is down. Their Twitter account has been deactivated, and 3RACHA stops posting. A few months after their meetup, it was announced that 3RACHA had disbanded. Nobody knows what happened to either group.

Nobody knows, until now.

For some, modern day fame comes at a price that is too high to pay.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction! any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are  interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do  not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of  the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable,  please stop reading now.

// note: with other darker stuff i post, i’m not totally sure i’ll post the entirety of this fic on tumblr. if not, i’ll do a little notice post for people interested to keep following it on AO3.

...Do you wish to proceed? To learn the truth of FiVE:RACHA and 3RACHA?

What is the true price of fame?

A Foreword:

Several years ago, there was a fan site, The FiVE:RACHA Project, dedicated to South Korea’s most famous rap group, 3RACHA. One day, it went down without notice. The site, as well as their Twitter account with over four million followers, was almost as well-known as the rap group itself.

3RACHA mysteriously disbanded several months after FiVE:RACHA went down. Nobody has seen or heard from the members of either group since the disbandment. There are several theories and myths surrounding the disappearances of both groups, but most of them are incorrect.

Be aware that, no, FiVE:RACHA did not go down because the site moderators were bored of 3RACHA. No, 3RACHA did not disband because Supreme Entertainment was about to collapse due to widespread fraud and their political scandals within the Korean government.

The stories of FiVE:RACHA and 3RACHA are very much deeply intertwined within each other, and the truth is uncomfortable to witness.

This novel’s authors, comprised of some of the most loyal fans of both groups, will remain anonymous and stay in hiding due to fear of being caught by the one responsible for the disappearances. An individual outside of our group found a Shinyu of someone involved in this, someone discarded in the Han River many years ago. How the implant survived with no living host for so long is beyond remarkable.

In case the Shinyu is defunct or replaced by the time you’re reading this, allow us to explain. The name comes from “close friend” in Japanese, likely as a play on words for how close the implant gets to its host, both physically and socially. The Shinyu was created in Tokyo in 2025; it is a small technological implant embedded under the skin of the right side of everyone’s temples.

Everyone has one placed at thirteen, and it encodes all of our visual, tactile, and auditory data, syncing it to our phones and uploading it to personal servers in the cloud. The data is encrypted, and requires access from both the Shinyu and the phone to decipher. It allows us to integrate technology into our daily lives, records our memories and important moments, but there is a price we all pay for this. Critics have been outspoken about this since its inception, but the governments never listened.

Alas, we digress. The Shinyu is vital to uncovering so much information that has been hidden and speculated on after all this time. Regardless of our personal opinions regarding the ethics of the device, we are grateful that we were able to obtain one of the implants. It has been vital to connect a lot of the missing pieces of the greater picture.

The authors have spent years decoding the information from this implant. Thanks to an anonymous source, we were able to obtain the personal computer of someone in FiVE:RACHA, personal cell phones of both groups, access to the database of Supreme Entertainment and its defunct myIdol data, some declassified legal information, and archives of both FiVE:RACHA and 3RACHA’s Twitter accounts.

Why have we chosen to extrapolate all of this data in the form of a novel? Perhaps we would like it to serve as a modern day parable for the plights of technology being so intricately interwoven between us all now. We, as humans, are now one with technology. Technology is literally embedded into us. It is astounding that technology allows us to interact so closely with famed idols now, beyond some barriers that critics have denounced for being inappropriate or unhealthy.

Some of us may pay the ultimate price for this.

Some of us, unfortunately, already have.

However interconnected we are with technology and how close we can get to those of which we idolize in society, though, humans will still crave entertainment. That is why this was written almost as a work of fiction. Those that pay attention to the story will be rewarded. Maybe not immediately, and maybe only after self-reflection, but readers will be rewarded. That much can be promised.

Above all else, we cannot stress enough that modern day fame and convenience comes at a price that is too high for some to pay. Stay safe, err on the side of caution. Disconnect from your Shinyu if you choose to proceed any further, because you never know who is watching.

— Curators of The FiVE:RACHA Project

One: Freedom

Nobody really knows who exactly manages FiVE:RACHA, just that it’s a group of five fans that run a fansite for the popular rap group 3RACHA. Their website is the most well-known and widely used out of the millions of fans that are out there. It always has live updates for the members: Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, and Han Jisung. There are daily paparazzi photos of at least one of them slapped up on the front page, embedded social media posts from each of the members updated as soon as they post, and hard-to-find facts about each of them.

Hell, one of the FiVE:RACHA members went through and coded up a section of the site dedicated to decoding natal charts for each of the members. Again, like most things about FiVE:RACHA, the source of this information was a mystery. Nobody’s sure exactly how they obtained 3RACHA’s birth times and locations. Some had speculated that it happened the same day the government had announced that there was a security breach of some of their databases, because the timing was oddly convenient.

To most casual fans, it sometimes felt really fucking weird to have so much information on idols readily available at their fingertips. However, to 3RACHA’s most dedicated, most obsessed fans, it was perfect. Exactly what they wanted. Their work seemed well-appreciated by the broader community, since the amount of Twitter followers FiVE:RACHA had was comparable to 3RACHA’s following, nearly half of their total count: 4,100,000 to 8,500,000.

There was nothing else that could compare to the controlled insanity that The FiVE:RACHA Project had to offer.

The FiVE:RACHA website was an international sensation, known to most 3RACHA fans, even those that opposed it. There was even a small, but growing, fanbase for the members of FiVE:RACHA, something that was slightly worrisome to them, but they had remained anonymous for so long, they weren’t really overtly concerned over it.

“This article is bullshit, man. ‘Controlled insanity’? None of this is controlled, it’s just insanity.”

Idle hums and trills of various electronics thrum in a dark room. Two young men stare at several computer monitors in a daze, lost in their own worlds as a ticker tape-like feed of coding and statistics flew past them on screen.“Let ‘em talk, dude,” the younger-looking man with blue hair scoots away from his computer and sighs. “Fuckin’ gossip rags. Anyway, I can’t stare at this CSS anymore. I can’t figure out why the embedded feeds are busted. Can you take over on this, Seung?”

The slightly older man with short, shaggy black hair rolls his neck, snapping some joints, not bothering to look away from his screens. “Yeah, yeah,” he stops poring over the article written about them on one screen, tabbing away to another. He cracks the knuckles in his fingers, and waves his hand in the air as he taps a couple of keys on his keyboard. “Go take a break, Jeongin. Hyunjin was looking for you, anyways. Probably got something good from a source of his, since he’s in one of his giddy moods.”

As Seungmin settles into his work, Jeongin chuckles as he stands up and stretches. He takes a couple steps over to the other computer desk and pats the older man on the back. “Thanks, dude,” he says with a smile and walks out of the server room, out into the hallway that leads into the open living room of their flat. The ambient humming of the room stops as he shuts the door, now replaced by the sound of his feet shuffling, the muffled noises echoing against the hardwood floor.

Five men all lived and worked in this large apartment together: Yang Jeongin, Kim Seungmin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Felix, and Lee Minho. Collectively, this was where they lived and breathed The FiVE:RACHA Project. Running the largest, most extensive fansite for South Korea’s most famous rap group, 3RACHA, was more than a full-time job. They all equally poured their hearts and souls into maintaining the website and their Twitter account. It proved to be almost too much for five people alone to handle as their shifts sometimes went from twelve hours and bled into sixteen, sometimes twenty-four hour shifts.

Minho, the leader, didn’t trust anyone but the original five to the project, however. Jeongin could hear the oldest man’s airy voice echo in his ears: “I trusted the four of you with this. Now, it’s devolved into something I don’t even recognize. There’s no way anyone deserves to see what we’ve done. Imagine if it got out that we were the ones in charge of this monstrosity?”

Jeongin glided into the kitchen, and pulled his phone out of his back pocket, eyeing the time. 13:36. He had another hour left of his shift, and he was exhausted after yesterday’s all-nighter. 33 hours of work, with only a small nap in between was rough on anyone, and he was starting to feel it, physically. His Shinyu Implant would ping him once every hour that he was very low on sleep, reminding him that it was unhealthy to go without sleep for so long and that he would not be able to drive. As he slinked his way to the fridge, he shoved his phone back into his pocket and yawned. He opened the fridge, the contents in the shelves of the door clattering as they abruptly shifted around.

The first thing he saw was a bottle of unsweetened coffee and, while he knew he shouldn’t drink caffeine within a few hours of hopeful sleep, Jeongin went against his instincts and reached for the bottle anyways. As he opened it, the cracking of the seal reverberated against all of the hard surfaces and sounded much louder than it should have, startling the man awake a bit.

He hated unsweetened coffee, but there was no way he would make it through another hour or so of coding maintenance without it. Jeongin polished off the entire bottle within seconds, grimacing in disgust the entire time. He tapped his right temple twice, and grumbled. “Set reminder, after work: grocery shopping. Have Hyunjin drive. Add to list: energy drinks. The good kind, none of that berry-flavoured shit.” A very faint, nearly inaudible ding responds after he’s done speaking, and Jeongin moves to discard the bottle into the recycling bin.

“Innie?” Almost as if the devil himself heard Jeongin’s request, a familiar voice rounded the corner of the kitchen. “Oh, good, I thought that was you. Anyway, you won’t believe the content I got from Yeji at Seoul Scoop, dude,” the lanky, beacon-like blond grins wildly at Jeongin, walking into the kitchen. “I actually got a photo of Chan and Changbin looking awfully close at KNECT’s backstage event a couple days ago. Think they were celebrating their recent win a little too hard.”

Hyunjin proudly slaps a grainy photo down on the countertop, where Changbin is sitting in Chan’s lap, arms wrapped around the older man’s neck. Sure, it could easily be explained away as friendly closeness, since everyone knew that all of the guys were very close friends, and the area was cramped. The photo, however, would cause a lot of panic within the community.

Jeongin smirked as he eyed the photo, taking it into his fingers and bringing it up close to his face. “The shippers are going to have a field day over this, you know.”

“I know,” Hyunjin shakes some of his hair out of his face as he arrogantly places a hand on his hip, shifting his weight to one side. “It’ll be great traffic for the site. I’ll have Seungmin put it on the front page later.” He takes a couple of steps closer to Jeongin and pulls the younger man to his chest, stroking his hair down. “I love you, but you look like shit. Why not call it a little early today?”

Jeongin shook his head, burying his nose into the older man’s shoulder, letting his eyes flutter shut with a sigh. “Seungmin and I are trying to fix a string of broken code that’s causing the social media feed to bug out a little bit. Definitely wanna have that fixed before we upload this.”

A clattering of keys startles both of the younger men, causing them to look behind Hyunjin. “Don’t worry about it, Jeongin,” a third voice speaks from the entrance of the kitchen. “Seriously, you worked really hard yesterday, and I’m sure we’ll manage. I’ll be sure to wake up Felix a little earlier and we’ll fix the coding.”

“You’re home early, Minho,” Jeongin chuckles once as he nods. “Figured you’d be stuck in the office for a few more hours.”

“Nah,” Minho dismissively waves his hand in the air as he walks over to the sink, rinsing his hands. “Seungmin called me earlier and said you were nodding off at your desk, asked me to come home early.”

A look of guilt washed over Jeongin’s face. “Shit, my bad.”

“Don’t apologize,” Minho smiles as he towels off his hands. “I appreciate all of the work you did yesterday; completely revamping the social media section was hard. But I can’t have you possibly miscode something and have it break the site because you’re running low on sleep. You’ve started getting pings, haven’t you?”

Jeongin sheepishly nods his head and mumbles an affirmation.

Hyunjin rolls his eyes and elbows the young man in the side. “I thought I told you to take a nap, dude?”

“I did!” Jeongin whines. “It was, like, a half-hour, though.”

Both Hyunjin and Minho roll their eyes at Jeongin. “Get out of here,” Minho scoffs, walking towards the server room. “Go to bed. I don’t wanna see you back in the server room until tomorrow morning.”

Jeongin opens his mouth to protest, but Hyunjin drags him away, up the stairs towards their bedroom. A ping comes from his implant, a transparent box popping up in the lower right-hand corner of his vision. The soft voice of the AI reverberates against his skull, allowing him to hear it as if it were a real voice whispering into his ear. It reads off the notification from his display.

“Movement away from workplace detected. Reminder: grocery shopping later, have Hyunjin drive. Would you like me to pull up your list?”

“No.” A low grumble comes up from Jeongin’s throat as he taps his temple twice to dismiss the notification. “Hyunjin,” he sighs, “we’ve gotta go grocery shopping.”

“You’re too tired,” Hyunjin shakes his finger without turning to look at Jeongin. “The grocery store will still be there tomorrow.”

“I’m out of my energy drinks, though,” the younger man protests.

Hyunjin smiles, opening the door to their bedroom and whispers. “I’ll be sure to get some for you. Go cuddle up with Felix and get some sleep.”

“Hyunjin, I—” Jeongin is cut off as the older man grabs his wrist, pulling him into his chest. They share a brief kiss before Hyunjin guides him into the bedroom.

“Shh, Lixie is sleeping.”

There’s a shuffling that comes from the bedsheets, and a sleepy voice grumbles. “Not anymore.”

“Aw, mornin’, babe,” Hyunjin says with a smile. “Sorry to wake you. Minho’s probably gonna come ask for you in a bit, anyways, though.”

Felix rolls over, sitting upright as he runs his hands through his brassy blond hair. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Jeongin sighs as he makes his way over to the bed, bringing an arm up to the blond and wrapping him in a lazy hug as he pulls them down to the bed.

The blond lets out a soft laugh. “Don’t worry about it, man,” he turns his head to face the bluenette and offers him a quick peck on the lips. “I couldn’t sleep much, anyways. Finding out about that myIdol rumour yesterday had my brain going kind of wild.”

“You heard about it too, huh?” Hyunjin says, colliding down onto the bed opposite of Felix. “Someone at Seoul Scoop told me about it this morning. It lets fans connect with their idols, like they’re actually directly messaging them.”

“That’s weird,” the bluenette sleepily grumbles into Felix’s shoulder.

“I think so, too.” Felix says with a frown as he nuzzles his head against Jeongin’s forehead, staring up into the ceiling.

Hyunjin shrugs with indifference. “I dunno, I think it’s pretty interesting.”

Jeongin lifts his head and stares down Hyunjin with a smirk. “You just want to pretend like Changbin cares about you.”

The older blond frowns as he flips off Jeongin. “Like you wouldn’t want Jisung to send you a ‘Have a wonderful day, bestie!’ message?”

The youngest member flops back down onto the bed. “Okay, that’s fair. It’s still weird, though. Seems so artificial and fake, I guess.”

“Well,” Hyunjin sits up, offering a hand out to Felix, “I’ll have more information on it tomorrow, probably. Why don’t you let yourself sleep for a while?” Felix takes the hand offered to him, and both men stand up. “Lixie and I will go out and get some groceries and get you those nasty energy drinks you like so much.”

Jeongin grumbles as he wiggles his way up to the pillows, half-asleep and irritated from the loss of warmth from Felix. “Just not the berry ones, okay?”

“I’ll see what we can do,” Hyunjin says with a smirk before he spins on his heel and walks out of the room. “Love you, Innie!”

“Don’t worry,” Felix leans down to kiss Jeongin’s forehead, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t get the kinds you hate. Let yourself actually sleep, too. We’ll make it all work out, okay?”

Jeongin mutters some sort of incoherent affirmation as he lets his heavy eyelids flutter shut. Seungmin would be able to fix the CSS by himself, he figured, trying not to worry too much about how broken small parts of the site were. He heard Felix say something else as he quickly faded off into sleep, but it didn’t register fully as he sank into the abyss.

There were a lot of sleepless nights ahead of them, whether FiVE:RACHA felt it coming or not.

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

tuesday again

sock problems. this is a long one bc i am semi-frantically trying to keep my mind off american politics.

listening Absinthe from I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME. came up on the radio autoplay after my halloween playlist finished. i don’t know if i love this song, but it’s amusing enough i listened to it on loop while on hold with health insurance. i do love an absinthe pun. this does not sound like a song that came out in 2018, except for the background throbbing base? it sounds a lot more 2013/14 pop punk?

one of the youtube comments from a year ago says

Just listened to all of their songs and I don't know why but somehow all their songs give off a supervillain vibe (and it's awesome). I mean, their songs feel like something a supervillain would sing as he/she proceeds to destroy the entire city in a very sassy fashion...and I love it

and yeah, nailed it, this is very tumblr darling gay-coded bi-erasure villain anthem of the first half of this decade. my dearly beloved best friend pointed out one of the the boys in the band was part of new!panic!at the disco with the added commentary “he’s making up for lost time after his creativity was stifled under the crushing weight of brendan u/rie’s ego for the better part of a decade”

reading batman halloween comics. i never buy comics, bc my library has a really good collection/i’m poor/most comics don’t stick with me. however, last year on a very long plane ride i read Loeb & Sale’s The Long Halloween and that shit stuck with me. and if you do it two years in a row it’s tradition, so now reading that in spooky szn (oct 1st-dec 31st) is my tradition i guess. branched out to the prequel Haunted Knight which i do not love as much but the art is great and this spread in particular is delicious

watching The Man Who Could Cheat Death (1959, dir. Fisher) which is a fun little Hammer horror movie. lot of truly excellent dressing gowns/smoking jackets/loungewear in this film and some impressive low-budget sets.

it’s hard to talk about this film without spoiling it, even though it’s very easy to go OH that’s where this is going in the first half hour, but by god is the first half hour slow. the man’s got to have a Gland Operation, which is one of the more fifties scifi phrases i can think of. the very last shot was genuinely chilling. i wish this leaned more into how fuckin vain this doctor is bc this film would have to be entirely rewritten if we genderswapped the leads, but alas.

love to keep my Gland Juice in a locked safe.

playing Sherlock Holmes: Crimes and Punishments (2014). i think this was free on the epic store at some point? i do not know why i would have bought this on purpose. maybe it came in a bundle. who can say. not quite a point-and-click bc there are some really awful minigames, but not NOT a point and click.

i did not finish the first case bc there is zero homoeroticism between holmes & watson and i found it tiresomely fiddly. plus i straight up don’t know what to do with this last clue and it won’t let me progress, even though i have traced all my steps back and talked to everyone and looked at everything again. it does a bizarre thing which is probably meant to smooth gameplay, where holmes will occasionally say “there’s nothing of interest there.” my good man you are sherlock holmes a highlight of your career is a monograph on tobacco ash. you look at everything and find it interesting that’s sort of your whole schtick.

it also does the badly-written mystery thing where you know who did it a third of the way through.

however, some of holmes’ monographs are on watson’s desk which i think is very cute. yes this is with the settings cranked up to max.

making more sox. i had to restart these SEVERAL times and making the stripes on the cuffs jogless gave me some trouble. if you knit things in the round, you’re not stacking rows on top of each other, you’re knitting one long spiral. this makes stripes hard to look like regular stripes without jagged edges, but i am fairly proud of how i managed these. perhaps slightly more noticeable on the left. please forgive this weird arrangement bc tumblr has stopped taking full-sized photos straight from my phone, this is a screenshot of something i have uploaded to google keep.

technology was a mistake and hell is ripping out ribbed knitting.

[inkabelledesigns]

BATIM Sims 4: Connors and Franks

I’ve been a lot better on Twitter about sharing when I’ve made a new household, so let me rectify that by sharing one them a little at a time over here. Since I just went through everything with Love Day for these guys, let me introduce you to the Connor household! This family consists of Tom, Wally, and Allison. If you’re interested in playing with this household for yourself, go look me up at KatAlystDesigns on the Sims 4 Gallery! I upload a majority of my families there so that you guys can download and play with them too. And if the merfolk thing isn’t for you, no worries, there’s ways through gameplay to get rid of that (I believe it’s through ingesting two pieces of mermaid kelp, but I’d advise double checking that, just to be safe). I just design them that way since that’s what I like, and ultimately, these are for my enjoyment first. 

Wally is one of the few characters I had a design in mind for long before putting him in the sims. I wish I could’ve gotten a lighter color on the apron to better suit my design, but alas, this was the best I can do. At least they had the hair and hat. Also, I personally love the touch of the key being on his necklace. I know, it clips, but it’s the best I could do. Finding the right personality traits for some of these sims was hard, but Wally’s came out great. Goofball, Foodie, and Clumsy, yeah I think that’s our boy in a nutshell.

I know Allison is bleach blonde in canon, but I’m gonna say she was going through a phase for my interpretation. I tried the blonde, but it just made her look like a discount Elsa, so I went with my choice before the books, and it suits her nicely. She was so much fun to dress up too! I love this woman, she’s got so much spirit thanks to her Active trait.

Tom was probably the hardest to nail down in terms of design and traits. I think the plaid suits him, probably would not have thought to do that without this game. I wish there was a trait for just straight up being grumpy, since Gloomy and Hot-Headed just don’t fit him as well. My Tom is laid back until you do something stupid to get on his nerves. So I stuck to his more positive traits and general handiness, and it worked out well. This also kickstarted the trend of resisting putting that hat on every BATIM guy I have left to make, because oh boy, did I want to make a lot of them wear it. XD

Thank you guys for checking out my household, I hope you enjoyed it!