#Oh also this makes me especially weird because the only other thing in my digital calendar is my pookies birthday

[kamisheep]

I’m such a normal person (I just got a reminder I set last year telling me that the cyberpunk dead boy cards are coming out tomorrow)

[theavianlady]

...tw? Tw.

TW: Gore, Blood, Injury, uh...Pain and Sadness-

@psychologicalwarclaire

Ha ha! Tis I! I was the anon!

(Cue dramatic exclamations of disbelief)

Ahem. Tis the anniversary of Spider's Web with Strings Attached, and I wanted to make something! Go and read the fic if you haven't already; it's incredible.

Lots of ramblings and other versions under the cut (if anyone wants to see any other parts with or without different lighting and stuff that I didn't include, just let me know; I'm happy to share).

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This is the first (almost) completely original thing I've drawn digitally! Poses are really hard for me, so I'm super proud of this. No tracing, only references!

...so. Many. References.

Except for the bricks, which I'm not counting, because bricks are scary. And the chains. I used a brush. Chains are scary too.

I started July 28th, and then spent almost 40 hours across various canvases planning, experimenting, and actually working on this. Not including research. It took me absolutely forever, but I regret nothing.

Except for the fact that I spent over 6 hours just shading bricks. I didn't even draw them! I took a pattern for the grooves from google and filled it with black, (rotated and edited for some variance in their cells), and then did the red lighting and some shadows you can't even really see. For 6 hours.

I tried to draw their spider brooches many times, but I could not get them to look right (especially from a side angle), so I gave up. Let's all just pretend they're there until I come back later. Eventually. Maybe. Oh, and Leo's chains. At the time of posting, I really just want to get this up and posted, so they're not shaded, but again, I might do it later.

I wanted to have this set when they're both in their separate cells, right after Viper was, uh...in the cell with Leo. So, Donnie is all stitched up and healing, while Leo is...not doing great (not certain about the timeline, because I'm paranoid about everything, so it's probably fine). But, I wanted to convey what happened to Donnie, so I drew that weird glowing spine thing to indicate some kind of mystic healing something. I don't even know.

It didn't turn out as well as I wanted it too, but I'm probably biased. Because there was so much gore on Leo's side, Donnie's looked boring. I couldn't figure out how to do the lighting. The values could be better. It could do with more time spent on the shadows. Etc, etc. I'm a perfectionist.

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Uh, in order of posting, behold!

1. Big version.

2. Big version without lighting (except on the bricks) or Japanese characters.

3. Close up of magic spine representation thing because I'm proud of it.

4. Close up of gore-covered-Leo because I'm also proud of that. I have never drawn such...messy gore before.

Fun fact, the group of layers all of that was on is called "Bad Stuff".

5. Close up of Donnie's shell stitches without the spine thing, because I worked hard on those. It was also pretty tricky, because I couldn't find any references for large stitched wounds. Only open ones. If anyone knows any good places for references like that, t'would be greatly appreciated.

Also, they don't usually stitch puncture wounds, because it could trap infection, but I feel like with something so large and deep as dragon teeth it would be necessary? So I tried to include those.

But also, would they just stitch the skin in such deep wounds? Is there still a gaping hole under the skin? Do they also stitch muscles with the dissolvable sutures or something? I'm like, going to go to med-school just so I can draw more accurate wounds and stitches and stuff.

6. Close up of Leo without the gore because he's pretty and I'm really proud of the plastron. And the right forearm armour piece. I couldn't get the other ones to look as nice, much to my dismay.

The Japanese characters write out to Omae wa hitoribocchi da, which translates to You are alone. I think. Google Translate says it's You are all alone, but translation services that I trust slightly more, like Reverso.net and ChatGPT (the most reliable of sources, I know) just say You are alone.

Omae is the equivalent of anata, for those familiar with Anata wa hitori janai. They both mean you, but omae is more...condescending, from what I can tell. Informal and rough, often used to express disdain or superiority.

Wa indicates that anata or omae are the subject of the sentence.

Hitori is present in both, meaning alone, though from what I can see, hitoribocchi is more...desolate and painful. It's a more emotional term for being alone.

Janai kind of means is not, or are not, while da is just like...closing the sentence. A firm, declarative ending particle.

I tried to paste the actual Japanese characters from different translation services (I am not fighting with using a keyboard from another language), but Tumblr wouldn't let me. Boo. So, you can all suffer with my English-Japanese. Also, don't trust anything I say. I'm learning Japanese on Duolingo, but I've only just started and it gets way more complicated. So, pretty much anything I just said could be wrong. I just did a lot of research.

If anyone does speak Japanese, and knows a better way to convey this, please tell me. I crave knowledge and accuracy.

I should get like, a personal human translator. No AI or program can truly understand a language like its people. Especially comparing Japanese and English. From what I've learned, there are a lot of words that could be translated many ways, depending on exact feel. It's complicated, and I'm scared to get farther into Duolingo's course.

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I also just discovered yesterday that today is also the anniversary of the Rise Movie, so yay! Happy Anniversary to the movie that literally changed my life. And Curly, you're awesome. It's authors like you keeping this fandom alive, so thank you!

[kaycode1999]

@anxaartistic *Sorry, the ask got messed up somehow and is doing something weird where I can’t answer it so I have to do it this way*

Heyyy!! I saw ur little matchup thing and I thought it was wicked so why not try myself :)

( oh yeah also, transformers, any transformers)

Personality:

I'm a bundle of something. Just to summarise it all up, here are adjectives closer people call me.

Pissy, passionate, egotistical, manner full, affectionate, laid-back and energetic. To go more into depth, I'm a generally ambiverted person (leaning to introverted) who can either be the life of the group and/or the person that's shy to talk to another. First impressions of me are usually people thinking I don't wanna be disturbed and I'm grumpy and usually angered, that's only somewhat true. Once you know me, I'm very affectionate (words, physically and gifts wise) loud asf and surprisingly encouraging. I'm very nosy with close friends and let my secret ADHD loose. I'm also an open book, I don't really care if people find out my secrets because I was gonna say it sooner or later. I usually want things to go my way but I really don't wanna be "that guy" so l keep it to myself. I do hold many insecurities that l have to use my confidence to hide it. My confidence is real but my insecurities are too. If I know you as a simple friend, sure I'll give all of my manners but that's simply it. I am generous but I usually expect something back in return unless I see them as special. I'm more of a standby character than someone who likes to stand up for themselves, having my own interests that I prefer to keep to myself because I am embarrassed. I either am acting like a child or I'm just a grumpy goof. My friend calls me charming, manipulative, unorganised and uncaring about other's opinions ( and I love it ).

Gender, Pronouns and Sexuality:

Genderfluid, Any pronouns and Pansexual.

I'm more of a "as long as l like you then I like you" than a "I want a certain type.

Hobbies, things I like:

I have many interests that vary but honestly they go for a short amount of time.

Digital + traditional art, gem art, legos, badminton and rugby. I would say gaming but I don't do it as often.

Literally give me any character, I'm up for anyone.

(If I messed up anything that's my bad :)

I match you with

TF One Starscream

Your personalities are very similar and also different enough not to cause conflict

He’s definitely more on the introvert side. He prefers to keep to himself unless the situation requires. You being the only exception because he truly enjoys your company

He loves you being affectionate although he will definitely not admit it

You two are very grumpy x sunshine coded

Your affection and encouragement is actually what initially made him fall for you

Everyone thinks he’s all tough and grumpy or whatever but he has a soft spot for you and it’s adorable

It’s a funny juxtaposition that you’re so open and honest when you’re with Starscream but he finds it refreshing when he’s surrounded by bots who aren’t and even himself is not

Especially after getting beat and his voice box damaged by D-16 he also has insecurities. You don’t even have to say you have them he recognizes it in you instantly.

He also puts on a confident front. Probably more so leaning into self important.

I’d say he’s less generous than you, and he mostly only does things if he knows he’ll get something in return. However, when it comes to you he’ll give you whatever you want and do whatever you want with no expectation of getting anything back because you have him wrapped around you finger

He would never make you or want you to feel embarrassed about your interests but he respects it if you want to keep to yourself

He truly respects that you don’t care about other’s opinions. Being concerned about what other people think only drags you down in his opinion

[uponawhitehorse13]

What Fate characters do you plan on writing for? Also are you going to add any new fandoms soon?

Ok so regarding Fate/Stay Night other than the characters I've written for I have to do Sakura when I finally finish Heaven's Feel and Medusa. I may have to see if I'll delay Medusa to after I've played at least a bit of Hollow Ataraxia just to get a bit more familiar with her character.

I may not take requests for Archer and keep the alphabet as a one off thing. Small chance I do one for Lancer though.

Regarding other Fate media other than Medusa there are other characters in Hollow Ataraxia that I might write for like Bazett and Caren. Luvia is also a popular character but doesn't seem that deep so I might end up skipping her. Almost done watching Zero but there isn't really anyone to write about there. I am planning on playing EXTRA and CCC after I finish the VNs. Due to the way routes work in those games I might write only for Nero and not Tamamo since she doesn't seem that interesting. I will be writing for the Sakurafaces especially for Passionlip since a friend of mine is a big enjoyer of her story arc.

New fandoms are a bit harder of a question. I am seemingly picky about choosing fandoms to write for. This is more a consequence of the way I approach my posts as character analysis instead of fantasy fulfilment. I often see writing for really shallow characters which ends up just looking like a person projecting their fantasy onto an attractive shell. The worst example of this is those posts that are a blurb that lists a bunch of characters below it. I also care a lot about being accurate to a character because I find it pointless to write things that are ooc. If you don't write for a character as they are just don't write for them at all. Make an oc or something. I'm not looking through fanfiction just to read someone playing dolls.

Another thing is that as strange as it may seem I'm not a big fan of anime. The only anime I could confidently say I like and think is good is Jin-Roh. Other ones I've seen are either disappointing or just too weird with too little justification for it. As such the only thing I've considered doing is a one off Kill la Kill post. I've also watched RWBY almost twice but that show sucks. Small chance for some Yu-Gi-Oh posts since that show really knows how to set up a great character and then just completely piss on everything they did and set it on fire.

With videogames I'm mostly a shooter guy so there isn't much to write about. Like I have seen people write for Halo and Payday but that just feeds into my point about shallow characters. Similar situation with fighting games. Other than Blazblue while I know enough about both Under Night and Guilty Gear I don't see much fun stuff to write about. I do have some jrpgs that could have interesting characters to write for but I would need to finish them. Digital Devil Saga has really interesting concepts but there may not be much to write about with the characters. I also have Tales of Berseria but it's kinda boring and I probably won't finish it. I am pretty familiar with Persona but I don't like it that much and there's more than enough writers for it. One of my friends did recommend a VN called Katawa Shoujo recently and that honestly has the biggest chance of getting added as a new fandom.

I won't be writing for any live action stuff since I'm not interested in anything that way and it would feel a bit weird to write for. Same goes for real person fiction since that is honestly just really fucking gross.

Anyways if you there are any fandoms you want me to write for you're always free to ask anyways. You'll never get something you want if you don't ask for it.

[cookinguptales]

I will say that I've been lying down quite a bit the past few days just because uh. Strong dislocation risk.

So, to please tumblr, I've started listening to Malevolent. Podcasts are an okay way to stay sane when you can't move much, lmao.

Thoughts so far under a cut, because to my knowledge, only two of you care about this lmao.

So far... I'll admit my feelings are mixed. I'm a couple episodes into the second season, I think, and... well, I still don't care much for cosmic horror or creature features. I'll admit it's just kind of a style of horror that I find a little boring. Every time they start describing the new monster or Lovecraftian cult or cosmic horror, I'll admit that my eyes glaze over a bit.

So uh. With the caveat that the actual plot is not doing that much for me at all, I'm not like... okay, if I were on my own I probably would've tuned out by now. lmao. But I'm not, so I'm pulling steadily through. I don't hate it or anything. That said, it does struggle from some of the same pitfalls as other indie horror podcasts, and I do think it's worsened a bit by the creator trying to do everything himself here.

I especially wish that he had not decided to do every voice himself, because as someone with hearing difficulties, it makes it really hellish to figure out what's going on sometimes. lmao. I usually rely on really distinct voices to tell people apart in podcasts, and I mean. That's not a thing here. Moreover, because he often tries to disguise his voice with accents or digital effects... well, that does not always make the voicework easy to understand. I've had to rely kind of heavily on the transcripts, so thank god they're there.

While I think he does have writing strengths and weaknesses (it's... not always easy to keep track of what's going on) I am interested to see where the characters go. I'm not... quite sure I follow the logic for why John gained selfhood while Arthur was in a coma, but I'm willing to just go with it. I do kind of wish that we were working with a somewhat expanded timeline, though... I think at times it's like "HE'S GROWN ACCUSTOMED TO HIS FACE..." and I'm like "sir, it's been like 48 hours." But. You know. Again, I'll just go with it.

I am intrigued by the idea of writing a pairing inhabiting the same body (and......... it would not be the first time, if I'm being entirely honest) and I think that's kind of what's got me holding on lmao. I do also like the concept of a creature struggling against his old self in a very literal way. That sort of bid for earned humanity is always interesting to me, though I'll admit I haven't listened to enough of s2 to have thoughts on how it's playing out.

So every time I'm like "oh... okay... they're being chased by a monster again..." I just tell myself "yes, but you might get to write something very weird and fucked up" and that does help.

To be clear, I'm not saying the style of horror here is necessarily a bad thing. It gives old radio serial vibes sometimes, like they're gonna have to fight the eldritch ghost pirates with Little Orphan Annie or something, and I'm sure some people enjoy that very much. It's just a style of horror that I tend to bounce off of even in other types of media. (Like I am still firmly of the opinion that The Descent was scarier before the monsters showed up.) I suppose I just feel more strongly affected by horror that's more like... just kind of unsettling and uncanny and spooky. The monster-y action stuff does less for me personally. Like.. I'm not worried about Shub-Niggurath showing up in my apartment, frankly. I'm just like "yeah but that's not real."

Spooky, uncanny, very personal horror that is just disquietingly close enough to a reality that can't quite be explained is more my style, I think. I'm realizing that as I listen to this podcast.

Other things I've thought to myself while listening to this podcast:

SHUB-NIGGURATH IS A GIRL. It was even in that book they read out loud in the first episode. But John and Arthur keep calling her "he" and I'm like "that's sexist, women can be unfathomable eldritch beasts TOO. god forbid women do ANYTHING."

me, halfway through the second episode of s2: sir are you going to make us wander through the entirety of dante's inferno or just the seventh circle? because that was a very long book?? we've already done the violet/blood-red lake, self-harm woods, the burning plain, and the cliff, and I'm a little worried about that allusion to ice at the bottom! I don't want to go all the way down, lmao.

the first time they mentioned the king in yellow I immediately imagined the man in the yellow hat and I am so sorry but I still keep thinking of him. and also occasionally this man. it kind of... makes him less scary...

it's truly embarrassing how much it drove me crazy until I remembered that song at the beginning of episode 10 was "stardust" lmao. which... I suppose is probably some kind of cosmic horror pun...

I know that I was supposed to be really horrified when John took control over Arthur's hand but literally all I thought was "oh, I'm sure the fandom has made good use of that."

like I was in marvel comics fandom for years before the movies came out, I am well acquainted with monsterfucking fic.

look I'm not here to criticize you, john, but your other half seems to be running a really inefficient cult here.

how did you guys not notice the wraith following you for like six episodes. that one really seemed to come out of nowhere. like... did she hitchhike with them?? go in the caves with them?? swim behind the boat?? or was she just like psychically watching them and then teleported???? I am literally so confused about the wraith thing. I get that they wanted Arthur's kindness towards a "monster" to save him later, I get the themes and motifs here, and I get that they needed a deus ex machina, but I'm so confused about the actual mechanics of that save. it didn't help that I thought that "free her" meant like... free her spirit so she wouldn't be a wraith anymore and she could move on or something. so I had a very confusing moment like "wait, that thing is still alive??" lmao

so... anyway, yeah, I'm just kinda. hangin' on. haha. I'm here for the monsterfucking more than I am for the monster fighting, being honest with you. the monster mash more than the monster bash, if you will. but I am willing to be patient with the parts of the podcast that don't do as much for me to get more character work. hopeful on that point.

[electricstrokeconnected]

Couch Potatoes Unite: The Quest for Motivation

If there was a magical candy bar that you could eat and get a super boost of something, what would it be?

For me, it's a little something that I struggle with - especially on laundry day - called motivation!

Motivation: that magical unicorn we chase after to get us moving, often playing hide and seek when we need it the most. It's like our internal battery, sometimes fully charged and ready to tackle the world, other times... well, it's more like trying to start a car in the dead of winter. Originally from the Latin 'movere,' meaning 'to move,' motivation is literally what gets our butts off the couch. But let's face it, the struggle is real when the couch is oh-so-comfy.

In the quest for motivation, we're dealing with two flavors: intrinsic (doing things because it feels good, like eating pizza because, yum, pizza) and extrinsic (doing things for a reward, like working because bills won't pay themselves).

While extrinsic rewards can be motivating, they can also make us feel like robots. And intrinsic motivation? That's the secret sauce to enjoying the grind, even if the only reward is bragging rights or a high-five from your cat.

Boosting motivation isn't rocket science, but it does need a game plan.

Step one: Make a master plan that's more detailed than 'conquer the world.'

Step two: Set up 'if-then' scenarios, because life loves throwing curveballs. 

Step three: Break down your tasks like you're explaining it to a five-year-old. Simplicity is key!

So, there you have it. Whether you're trying to be the next guitar hero or just trying to put away a load of laundry without wanting to cry, remember: motivation might be a fickle friend, but with a little nudge and a solid plan, you'll be moving mountains (or at least, laundry piles) in no time.

Stay Weird & Wonderful,

Krystal

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[woainirecords]

Sup

I feel like I love danmei but I cannot bring myself to read my huge library of it which doesn't make sense. I am a writer and shouldn't I be reading more ? But the feeling is that I've read enough - which I have - and enough of every genre to know that I won't encounter new ideas. Maybe twists done in new ways but in general, and I find this odd to admit anywhere, but reading feels exhausting these days. I went from being a bookworm who sold things for money to buy books (and I loved second hand books so much) to not wanting any physical books around me and everything online to not even that. How can a digital library that I can't see or touch feel so burdensome ?

My mother said that in her thirties with a kid, she too lost interest in reading (my grandparents built an actual bookcase for her, something I never got) and that returned only when she was forty-fifty. Then too she said that I have very specific tastes in reading and any author past 1920s won't make me happy. Luckily there were a couple who did - and there's danmei. But the person who was known for reading and being bookish is now shying away from books. This is so weird. So...so weird.

Books I guess are no longer an escape. I have moved to non-fiction in recent years because I said, the plots don't seem to have sufficient meat these days. Maybe I need to move to a different genre or find a new hobby. Maybe a bookish person can become non-bookish in later life - something I never thought would happen.

I have tried audiobooks even and boy is it painful. It takes forever to finish an audiobook. And I am not an auditory-learning type of person. Speaking to me does not engage my full attention at all. Yet I did persevere and now I have about what - hundreds of hours of listening to do and no patience to do it.

I wonder if I have become part of the doomscrolling generation - I was always a willing victim of it. Videos are easy to consume but so I say are books. Maybe it is a patience problem. But I never considered books to be difficult and even gently ribbed people for saying things like 'Oh I never read books' and 'Reading is such a difficult hobby'. In fact I did it last week. And here I am doubting my ability to stick with a book for any amount of time.

Apart from rereading books I have always loved (the exception being danmei), I have only encountered one writer in the 2000s who is somewhat alright. Just one and that too in the YA space. I did give another YA writer a chance - read their whole trilogy - actually I gave 2 of them a chance - Six of Crows (before the Netflix series came out) and The Folk of the Air. They weren't bad - but they never hooked me like Rick Riordan did. And that's about it. I feel like I am never fully engaged in other books, especially the ones that shoehorn in juvenile romances instead of focusing on the worldbuilding. Again, maybe that's just me - for sure I am not the teenager targeted by the typical YA author.

Coming to danmei, they do have significant world building - pages and pages of it and the romance is there as well, sometimes tastefully done, sometimes overt. I also have to skip over bits because I want to read 'clean' books - that's a me problem though. Anyway danmei satisfied a lot of my criteria but....I feel overwhelmed by all the books I have and also, the genre itself (which I love) means cumulatively it is a lot of romance, after navigating through the circumstances. Maybe I have pigeonholed myself by choosing danmei BUT I feel like I can't do it. Which makes me think - if I have found a thousand authors writing in a genre I like and still think I can't do it - then that means that I am the problem here.

Whether it is my patience, or ability to concentrate, or the feeling of guilt that I should be focusing on other things, reading feels like not a priority and a tiresome chose. And I hate that. But even I acknowledge, certain authors have ruined certain genres for me. There's no one who can write like M.R James (not even Le Fanu) and that's the end of that genre. Even now, listening to James via the audiobooks, it is just different, it's amazing - his writing brings out an indescribable feeling that I do not think I will encounter again in the genre. Yes, it sounds like I am blaming dead and gone authors for being too good but that's where we are at.

To sum up : Idk what's happening, what's been happening with me. Bookshops were my paradise on earth - now I am not so sure about that. And itfeelsbadman.

[sweetofsin]

i enjoy using both placidus and whole sign, and every time i try to pick one or the other, i realize how pointless it is because they both work in very accurate ways (imo)

i have an 8th house jupiter in placidus, 9th house in whole sign. and man. when it comes to some of my beliefs? you would think that i committed some form of extreme harm. it's like i'll casually dump some knowledge in a conversation, and it makes people SO uncomfortable that they push back, feel defensive, or just tune it out. it's like they aren't willing or trying to hear it unless they desire to.

which part of me understands, another part of me though does wish that people weren't so terrified and afraid of knowledge. especially in the digital age with how much misinformation can be spread (intentionally and unintentionally). people really don't like facing the truth, and i also can't blame them when a lot of educational schools in my country would hide the truth as well

having an 8th house jupiter means things that i say are just too tough or too weird to handle, and people don't know how to outright say that, so instead they either create an argument or dismissively ignore it. and so many times i thought oh, maybe it's my wording, maybe i need to really try to find a way to say things better. but honestly? if people aren't ready to face the truth, the delivery quite literally doesn't matter. it's just semantics. they will pick holes and try to make you feel bad about it when in reality they just are annoyed of the truth. not saying you need to be extremely mean or cruel, but i can't remember a time i was any of those things. was i direct and firm? sure. but that's not synonymous with mean.

i think that's why i can get annoyed at times of people that dive into escapism. not saying 8th house placements can't or don't escape, but i do feel like often times we are constantly seeking out the reality of situations and information about it—although this can also apply to my 9th house. i think with my 8th house, it's just information that makes people feel uncomfortable so they don't want to hear it, vs. if it's like philosophy or information that doesn't require them to feel *too* uncomfortable

and people pick and choose what information they're okay with being uncomfortable with! it's like people can dive into true crimes all day but the moment you bring up things like the actual atrocities of this world that isn't just a fantasy that you can consume through youtube, people start to get weird. Like. Real Weird. it's like, wait a minute. sorry. i just wanted to go on youtube and watch a video about people being murdered. i didn't want to hear actual realities of how it's going on in the mundane in a political way! (just to be clear, it's not political to be humane.)

anyways. as an 8th/9th house stellium it can be quite frustrating when you realize how many people are just anti knowledge that makes them uncomfortable. they think learning is only amazing if it makes them feel good, or affirm beliefs they already had. and then people wonder why things don't change. don't get me wrong, it's a multitude of factors, but if you aren't even willing to put away your comfort zone to learn about the past, the present, and the future? then how are we going to get anywhere? that's for another time though

[factorialsfandoms]

Usually I draw the kind of stuff I find a lot of interest in and your fics are just prime art material, I don't draw out of obligation coz then it makes art boring for me lmao. I'd draw your other fics more often but I haven't been drawing LU very much and I've only just gotten back into drawing the boys. Time's a lot easier to draw these days coz I'm more used to drawing muscles than back in October, it's Twi's face I just can't get right anymore lol. I'm glad you like my silly ideas so much.

Admittedly I adore la-sera's art for odaahfc, it's absolutely gorgeous I wish I had half the digital talent to draw such amazing scenes. Currently working on it and building up my skills, which is why I want to redraw it.

Good luck with your objectives. I usually procrastinate my own tasks but I like to view them like side and main quests like in BotW to help me. I've even got it set out a little bit like the Sheikah Slate in a diary lol. I feel kind of bad for not chatting with you recently but I've been sleeping all odd and it's made me too exhausted to really talk to anyone on their blogs until around this week. I appreciate you coming to talk on my blog, makes me feel less lonely over there lol.

So long as you are having fun <3 Faces and muscles are both so hard. I do need to doodle the other fairies, and also all of Warriors', buuuut Warriors fairies are being taken from my HW play, so I want all the costume pieces and to dress them up with in game stuff because that pleases me.

Practice is good but sometimes a pain ^^;

Thanks! I've got... 2 fills for the goreswap exchange to do (neither especially gorey but I'm trying. It's like... T rated gore but oh well), then also I need to somehow get more chapters for In the Belly of the Whale written. I have one for this week pre-drafted, then I'm into the I've got nothing written zone oops. And a fic with Time and Navi in HW era which is... sort of part of fairyverse and so dragging LU a bit more AU for that ^^' And some fun ideas with Rulie's mother.

Eh chatting is to come and go. TBH I've not had much brain recently. House keeps falling apart, health things, family stuff got weird, you know, all that.

The side and main quests is useful! Prioritising things or something.

[other-floret-friend]

I'm really bad at these kinds of things, because talking about myself really isn't a skill I'd describe myself as having, but... sure, I'll try my best.

Last Song: Too Young to Die by Jamiroquai, which I'm actually listening to as I write this. Admittedly, I'm almost always listening to something or other, but my taste in music is pretty much as fickle as the wind - I'm into pretty much anything from jazz-funk to new wave.

Favourite Colour: I honestly have no idea. I tend to default to "green" if only because there's a few nice shades (especially toward the turquoise area of the spectrum) but I'd be hard-pressed to define a true, singular, favourite colour.

Last Book: ...I hate to say this, but it's been a hot minute since I've had the time to actually engage in a full book, movie, or show, given I'm so busy with uni stuff these days. If I had to recall the last book I read in full, it'd probably be a fan-translated copy of the first Digital Devil Story: Megami Tensei book, though - which was an absolute trip.

Last Movie: A rewatch of Tron (1982). Yes, I know it's objectively a bad film, but... the vibes, and the music, and the visuals, they just... I like them. It's weird - I'm absolutely not against the Legacy redesign of the Grid and whatnot, but I think there's absolutely an appeal to the overdesigned neon of the original series, and it'd be nice for them to be able to coexist in some way.

Also, tangentially related, but damn... an (actually) open-world Tron game could be so cool. I can't help but think disc-combat in 3D could be a ton of fun, but even beyond that, there's so many cool concepts you could come up with simply by having characters be able to activate programs to alter the Grid around them. Something like a "Grid-Mage" being capable of manifesting matter from pure code would be an awesome playstyle to mess around with... and just imagine how fun it could be to be able to create small-scale Programs to follow you around and attack on your behalf! Sorry.

Last Show: Again, not sure if this is accurate, but the last show I remember fully watching all the way through was probably Doom Patrol. Honestly, decent stuff for the most part. It's nice to see comic book weirdness in live action every so often, but the emotional core is also really nice as a grounding element among it all.

Spicy / Sweet / Savoury?: Hm. I'm terrible at handling spice (comes with the territory, being British), but whether or not I'm in a sweet or savoury mood depends heavily on, well, my mood. I'll admit I'm more into crisps and biscuits than I am chocolate or cake, though.

Last Internet Search: I'll assume this is from before I started answering this question, because I did have to quickly google a few things to check I wasn't spreading misinformation. (HAH, GET GENERICISED GOOGLE LMAOOO) Apparently, my last search was "What is a spouse?". Sorry to be so boring.

Current Obsession: ...too many to count. I keep flitting between different ones at the moment, but it makes it really difficult to maintain focus on one in particular... especially when I'm really supposed to be focusing most, if not all, of my time on my studies (given it's almost entirely coursework.)

Looking Forward To: I'm really not too sure. I guess the only stuff I could possibly say are things that I'd like to happen in the future (like finally getting on HRT!), but they're not necessarily likely by any means, and it's quite possible that it won't be a possibility for me for a long, long time. I guess this is one of those circumstances where a mixture of memory issues, a lack of understanding of time, and foreshortened perception kind of just fucks me over, huh.

Sorry that this is a little off-topic compared to my typical posts. I know it might be a bit of a mood-killer compared to my other stuff being more... interesting, heh. I'll try not to keep rambling incoherently about stuff like this too often.

Oh, and... I'm really not sure I should tag anyone. Wouldn't want to be a bother! ^^'

oh goodness! we've been tagged in our first ever question thing! how exciting! thank you, @plumbottompie ~

Last Song: Flight From The Mines, from the Metaphor Re:Fantazio soundtrack! some kinda newer, fancier version came out, so we're giving that game's soundtrack ANOTHER listen.

Favorite Color: ah gosh, this question was hard to answer BEFORE transitioning. probably dark blue; we appreciate being Calmed

Last Book: due to a weird job thing, it's technically the instruction manual for Final Fantasy Anthology on the PS1. but the last book is... probably a TAZ graphic novel. not much of a traditional book reader, lately

Last Movie: the D&D movie. kept hearing that it was good at honoring the source material, and it was!

Last Show: Taskmaster, season 8. we're a longtime gameshow fan, and people we don't care for are horrible to each other! in a way, it's like microdosing neurotypicality.

Spicy/Sweet/Savory: probably sweet? we're a gourmand, and spicy and savory can REALLY hit, but we love our sweets.

Last Google Search: we were in a work class, and our brain had shut down, so we just googled "mouse" and looked at mouse pictures.

Current Obsession: it's probably self-improvement. none of our interests burn brighter than our motivation to curb painful thoughts.

Looking Forward To: our next nap, playing some Zenless, and getting to fluster someone~

we just started this sideblog! gonna say that our only tag is @other-floret-friend

[kaijime]

watch your mouth

includes. osamu miya x f!reader

cw. corruption kink, virgin reader/first time, osamu wants to breed u <33, dubcon, kitchen sex? [it’s in his shop so?], fingering, pierced dick [prince albert piercing], vaginal penetration, size kink, praise kink, tummy bulge, breeding kink, slight dumbification, creampie, thigh slapping?

wc. 3k

a/n. my piece for @seita’s corrupt-a-virgin collab, thank you for letting me join!!

osamu miya likes to think he follows a strict routine. he wakes up early, shows up for his job, works, and goes home, waiting for tomorrow to arrive and the cycle to repeat itself.

but ever since you've entered his restaurant, you've become a part of his routine.

he sits behind the kitchen counter, watching in admiration how you tend to the customers. he'd be lying if he said he wasn't staring at your ass, but it’s not a lie if he doesn't say it right?

"samu?" there's that nickname again, the one you deemed him ever since that interview for the part time job. "this customer says you forgot to give her a part of her order"

"no i didn't"

"yeah, look" you approach him with the receipt in hand, pointing to a small part of the inked writing. "see?"

he can't see. or at least he can't see the receipt. he's too focused on you, pressing up against him. he knows you're not at fault, but you couldn't be that innocent.

you couldn't be innocent enough to not know the things you were doing to him, the things you were making him feel, the urges that blossomed with every lingering look and longing touch you left on his body. you just couldn't be.

right?

yet, even when his idiotic brother dropped by his shop and shamelessly started flirting with you, you, it seemed like you didn't catch onto what he was doing.

"what's the freakiest place you've ever had sex in?" the fake blond asked, and osamu would've stopped him, if he wasn't curious to hear the answer for himself. still, he doesn't drive his full attention away from the counters he's been wiping, seemingly focused on the simple task.

you chuckled awkwardly under your breath. "that's inappropriate, tsu-"

"c'mon, tell me" he bumps his elbow against yours "can't be that bad"

"no i-... i've never uhm..." osamu can tell you're stumbling and stuttering to find an answer, so he lends you a few helping words.

"'tsumu” he calls "will ya stop harrassin' my employees?"

"'m just talkin' to her samu, no need to make a big fuss" he downs the last of his food and leaves, supposedly in a sudden rush.

it doesn't seem like it’s been hours since then, but the moon hangs low, and the crickets sing outside the window in spite of the late hour. despite the passing of time, not a single word has been said between you and your boss about the conversation you had with his brother, and every minute that passes only seems to thicken the tension between the two of you.

"shit" you mumble, mostly to yourself. you didn’t expect him to shoot up from his place, bent down searching through the lower cabinets.

"watch yer mouth" he says, an evident frown on his face, where he would once smile at you and nod in greeting.

"sorry" you reply, lip pouting slightly while you cleaned off your finger with a paper towel "just got a papercut" the blood tints the paper red and you wince at the stinging sensation.

"here" he holds out his hand to examine yours, even though you already cleaned most of it off, there's still a slight trickle of blood. he wipes it out with the towel he always hangs on his shoulder.

as he cleans your hand, he can't help but think about how it'd look so pretty wrapped around his cock. it would certainly bring more relief than his fist after all this time he's spent thinking about you while stroking himself late at night.

it’s not the first time thoughts like these cloud osamu's mind, but this time he's a little less discreet about it. he stares at your hand like he wants to devour it, and you'd be a fool not to notice it.

"samu?" you call out to his faraway mind, and he snaps out of his thoughs, loosening his grip around your hand.

"right" he mumbles, clearing his throat "sorry"

"thank you" you almost whisper, if he wasn't so close to you, he probably wouldn't have heard it.

he turns and goes back to the cabinets, thinking about what you answered earlier. you'd never what? had sex? were you that uncorrupted?

it would make sense to him, and it would help ease the pain of seeing you let his brother flirt with you like he wasn't even there, but those are all selfish reasons he wants to believe, and he's too scared to ask.

apparently not scared enough.

“what were ya talkin’ about with my brother” he asks, nonchalant as ever, making your breath hitch as you turned around hesitantly.

“we were just chatting” you say, the slightest purse on your lips that tried to relieve the nervousness of the conversation.

“sorry about that” he apologizes. “he can be annoyin’ sometimes”

“oh no, he wasn’t” you lie, clenching around the table cloth you held in your hands. even if the talk had been going smoothly, you still felt on edge after the question his brother left you thinking about. “he was really friendly”

“really?” his hands find comfort in his pockets, and if you’d looked close enough, you would’ve seen the slight smirk in his lip, one that indicates how eager he is to hear what you had to say. “then why didn’ you answer his question?”

if only you knew how much it mattered to him, to know if you were a pretty untouched virgin or not. osamu miya likes to go for girls like you, college girls who look for a quick cashgrab as a part time employee, innocent little girls who unknowingly fall for his charms and next thing you know he’s ruining them with his cock.

but you feel different, you feel delicate. like a pretty piece of porcelain he might break if he continues to toy with you under his calloused hands. yet, he can’t help but think about how perfect he finds your body. perfectly ripe and ready to be filled to the brim with his seed, the perfect age to be plump and round with a child. his child.

“does it matter?”

oh, it does, especially when he pins you against the counter and grips your cheeks between his thumb and his index finger. “samu?” you ask, displaying that innocent look on your face he’d grown to hate.

“i told ya to watch yer mouth” his hands roam down your body until they grab at the back of your thighs. “now jump”

“samu i- i’ve never done anything like-“

“i said jump” hesitant with your actions, you jump and wrap your legs around his waist as he settles you on the shop counter, where he takes off your pants and runs a finger over your clothes slit.

“please” you grip his wrist and beg in hopes for him to stop, but he slaps it away, pinning them behind you with his other hand. he slides your panties down your legs and plays with your clit, circling the nub with his fingertips and watching as your expression changes from one of fear to pleasure.

“please what?” his breath shudders against your neck, where he nuzzles his head and finds comfort in your scent. he slowly inserts a finger into your hole, scanning your face and searching for any signs of discomfort, despite him practically forcing you into this position.

you’re not strong enough to answer him, too lost in the way his fingers feel inside you. you’d been too afraid to do anything by yourself, but god did it feel so good when you gave yourself up to him, slightly bucking your hips into his thrusting fingers and arching your back into his frame.

he’s fond of every little expression you make, the bite of your lips, the clench of your thighs around his hand, and the tilt of your head, willingly granting him access to the skin, all for him to mark, bite and suck. all for him to claim as his.

“d’ya like it?” he asks, putting another one of his fingers to use inside your tight walls, feeling them clench and suck his fingers back inside every time he was close to taking them out.

“yes! yes! i-i... mmh!” you can’t even finish the sentence, not only because you’re sobbing and clenching around his digits uncontrollably at the foreign yet pleasurable sensation, but also because his lips suddenly enclosed yours in a hungry kiss.

he didn’t even have to put up a fight with you, pleased to find you let him do whatever he wanted with your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours in a passionate clash of lips, until he pulls away at the feeling of your hips wildly bucking against his hand, a sign of your inevitable orgasm approaching.

“feels weird ‘samu! ‘s-‘samu please!” the implication of your sensations being new to you made his cock strained against his pants, threatening the thick fabric of his jeans to snap if he grew even harder. the tight knot in your stomach finally snaps when he curls his fingers, sending you into ecstasy as your vision blocked out and you moaned uncontrollably loud.

still, after everything, osamu hasn’t forgotten where he is, and he knows his shop isn’t a decent place to lose your virginity. so he puts you down with shaky legs and slips up your panties, catching you before your trembling thighs can treason you and make you fall.

“do ya have a car here?” he says, grabbing his keys from the counter and puts a hand on your hip, guiding you over to the door which he locks before he continues to walk to his car. the dim lighting of the parking made this the perfect spot, if he were to fuck you in his car, no one would see it. but he has self control, or at least he tells himself that.

“no, my friend usually picks me up” he hums an answer and opens the passenger door to his car.

“i live a few minutes from here” he explains “wanna come over?” he asks, fully aware that he’s taking a leap of faith and you could just refuse him. but that’s not the case, and he’s more than happy to see you hesitantly get in his car and put your bag in your lap, covering yourself as much as you can since he ‘forgot’ to give you back your shorts.

the short ride to his house is awkwardly silent, and terribly torturous. his hand had found home in your thigh, and it had only sent an ache between your legs like you’d never felt before, prompting a clench from your thighs every so often.

he wasn’t lying, he only lived ten minutes away from his shop, but the distance seemed so much longer when his lingering touch would leave you high with the need for more.

“you ready?” he asks, holding the door open for you again as he waits for you to take his hand and get out of his car. he’s quick with hoisting you up and wrapping your thighs against his hips, carrying you to his doorway and leading the way to his room. there, he gently placed you on the bed and stripped off his clothing, taking off the apron he should’ve taken off at the shop, his shirt, his pants and—

“eager?” he can see the wanting look in your eyes, he’d be a fool not to notice it. his voice only startles you out of your thoughts, enough to make you stand up and take off your shirt as well, now fully exposed to him if it weren’t for the bra covering up your tits. there’s only so much he can hold back, but right now, with those pretty puppy eyes you unintentionally give him, he just can’t help it when he takes off your bra and slightly suckles at your nipple, circling his tongue around your perky nub and watching your face warm up in embarrassment.

he takes you to his bed again, this time while he plants kisses all over your neck. he’s hungry with the way he nips and bites at the skin, leaving a trail of teeth marks that would need to be covered up in the morning. in the morning, because right now, you couldn’t be bothered to care about anything else other than the way he rutted against you.

his cock already seemed big when he hadn’t taken off his briefs, so it shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he slipped them off and rubbed his tip against your clit, right?

he was huge, thick tip dripping precum, with a girth that looked too big to be real, pulsing against your pussy. he positions it against your drooling hole, using your slick to lube up his tip and feeling— metal?

you sit up, leaning against your elbows to see the prince albert piercing that runs along his tip, metal jewelry threatening to slip into your pussy, but you put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“i-it won’t fit!” you kick and shake your thighs around him, only for him to put your ankles together and fold your legs over his shoulder, pinning you down and slipping in the pierced head of his cock. you wince and gasp at the sudden stretch, silenced by his mouth clashing against yours, eagerly nipping at your bottom lip, desperate to drink in all your saccharine moans.

“good girl” he praises, slipping in inch by inch of his cock into your tight virgin walls “fuck- this tight little cunt is suckin’ me in, want ma cock princess? yeah? gonna stuff ya full of me ‘til ya can’t even speak, you’ll just be a dumb baby for me”

“hurts!” your words only drive him closer to shoving himself in one smooth thrust, but he holds back, he sees how much you struggle to take barely half of him, he wants to make this good for you to. he wants to make your first time your best time, the one you’ll remember and think about if you ever fuck another man. he wants to mold your insides to fit his cock perfectly, he wants to train you to be his perfect little girl who won’t find another way to get off if she doesn’t have his cock, he wants you to depend on him to always make you feel good.

“‘s ok princess” he leans down, folding you into a mating press as he kisses your neck and slips in the last of his cock, covered in a thin layer of white sheen. “my good girl, creamin’ around me” he mumbles against your ear while he starts a slow pace into your pussy, carefully rutting his hips into you, almost afraid he would break you. “so pretty”

“please!” you sob, tears stream down your face despite his carefulness, it would break his heart, but he can feel the way your own body betrays you, clenching around him and pulling him in for more of the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls. “so big! c-can’t take it!”

“sure ya can, look” he puts a hand to your tummy, guiding you to do the same as he puts his hand over yours. there’s a small bulge, that appears and disappears whenever he thrusts in and out. “you’re takin’ it so well princess, keep yer hand right there” his other hand starts working tight circles against your clit, making you throw back your head at the sudden sensation.

“no! if you do that i-!”

“what are ya gonna do? cum? clench around my cock like yer doin’ right now every time i praise ya?” you fist the sheets to your sides, anything to relieve the aching between your legs and the tight knot that keeps forming in your stomach again.

“please don’t!” you desperately paw at his wrist, only to be slapped away and for him to increase the speed of his cock, rutting into your with more force. suddenly, the head of his piercing hits a different spot, one that left you gasping for air and arching your back against the mattress. “ah! right there- right there ‘samu!”

“yeah? you like it when i fuck ya right there?” he parrots, angling his hips at the same spot over and over, abusing it until he’s sloppily thrusting into you, on the verge of cumming and spilling all his load into you. “my pretty girl, moanin’ like a bitch in heat, all because i’m makin’ ya feel good”

“yes ‘samu! please please, please m-make me feel good! wanna cum, please!” fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you scream and beg for him, unwillingly rutting your hips against him as you cum around his cock, your high too much for your sensitive body as you whine uncontrollably when he doesn’t stop. you’re too overstimulated to say a word, gone too dumb on his cock to even realize that you’re babbling little nonsense words about how good you feel, and how much you want him.

“dumb lil’ thing” he says, giving one sharp, final thrust before he empties his load between your legs, deep inside you, careful not to move you too much in fear of his cum spilling out of your clenching hole.

he’s right, you are a dumb little thing, because as soon as he pulls out you’re desperately bucking your hips, blindly searching for him in hope he would fill up the sudden emptiness in your pussy, unintentionally spilling all his hard work between your thighs.

“no!” he grunts, slapping your thigh and grounding you to the mattress as you wince in pain, dark color blossoming at the skin where he’d placed the spank. “look what you’ve done, bad fuckin’ girl” he says, the sudden tone shift sends a tinge of fear all over your body, and you’re reduced to nothing but a kin to a stray puppy, a terrible look of guilt in your eyes, even if you don’t realize what you’ve done wrong.

“look at the mess you made” he mumbles, flipping you over and placing ass up “now i’m gonna have to fill ya up all over again”

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[absolutebl]

Hello! So im fairly new to the BL world and I was wondering if you could explain to me why Korean BLs are so short? As in why each episode is only 10-15 min each when other korean dramas I've watched are usually 60-90 minutes. Thank you!!!!

Ah ha. Oh look, I got me an essay prompt. Yay! 

Why Are KBLs So Short Compared to Regular Kdramas?

So for those who aren't familiar, most Kdrama romances are 16 eps 45 min fresh content, for an average total run time of about 6-8 hours. (Some of their suspenses and such go longer, and occasionally - though not often - there will 2nd seasons).

Most Kdrama BLs are 8 eps 15 minutes each for a total run time of 2 hours, which actually works out to about 1.5 hours of fresh content (and there have been, until this year, no 2nd seasons.) Which is why so many are then cut into movies, because they're naturally movie length. This length for KBL started in late 2019 when Korea really started ramping up modern style BL production. (They have BL before this but it’s...different.) 

The longest BL we've gotten out of Korea is Light On Me at 4 hours. And that's seriously unique. That production house, WATCHA, is about to produce its next BL Semantic Error, and that will be... 8 eps of 15 mins. So, yeah. 

Why? 

Okay, so there's a few things going on here.

1. Queer Liminality

Never discount the fact that a marginalized community gets marginalized media (when its catered to at all). There's always going to be less of it and shorter of poorer quality because it's queer. Now BL might not be made with a queer lens especially from Korea (with noted exceptions of course) but it is still queer. Boys kiss boys, it qualifies. For the greater culture and population of Korea this makes the art form itself: 

subversive

liminal

taboo

Here's a few side examples of what I mean: 

Queer content has its own shelf in most bookstores in the USA (if we’re lucky). Queer romances aren't shelved with other romances, for example. (That's when romance gets a shelf at all, but that’s another -feminist- issue.) We can talk about how bookstores themselves are fading away, but frankly digital algorithms act similarly. Now, those of us who prefer to read primarily queer content are fine with this on the surface, 'cause we know where to look, but the act of othering means that queer content doesn't have access to a general audience who might ALSO enjoy it, because it is never even put in front of them.

It doesn’t even have a chance. 

This is a normalization problem. (I talk about pro normalization and my own stance on this kind of queer advocacy with regards to BL, and not calling out het fans of the genre, here.)

Here in the states, Black centered cable TV channels deal with the same issue. Back in the 70s and 80s the "feminist storefront" is another example. 

(Frankly, even colors even get marginalized... Americans nurse cultural associations with wearing purple and pink, for example. People are WEIRD.)

2. Underfunding

See point 1. When you deal with art or media that challenges the status quo in any way, it's going to struggle to meet funding demands. Even if there is an audience, and even if that audience is big, you're not going to be able to reach it because it's not just talent (and Korea doesn't seem to have any issues there) it's marketing and distribution. (Right up to things like airtimes on mainstream channels).

Think about how much queer content Hollywood produces as compared to het? Think about how many of those get nominated for awards? Lack of funding = lack of content = lack of recognition = lack of funding.

Vicious circle. 

Also, many Asian dramas rely on sponsorship deals which means the brand and company has to be okay with being associated with queerness. Even lean into it.

(Think about Subaru and the lesbian bias. L-Word capitalized hard on an existing stereotype. But it worked for Subaru and this show because the audience was happy to embrace both. Subaru knew their brand and the watcher base for this show, but also that discoloration was unlikely. Discoloration is the projected negative impact of any given sponsorship deal. Would they have sponsored a show like L-Word in Asia? Probubly not.)

A lot of Korean brands do not want to sponsor queer content, even pretty sanitized KBL because they are scared of the repercussions. 

Marginalized groups get marginalized in all ways. 

3. Cost of That Pretty Pretty High Production

Following on from the above and realizing that there is already a funding issue, Korean BL is more expensive to produce than most because they go for a strong aesthetic and high production values (Japanese BL as well). Cost of living and cost of talent aside, I would still guess that something like To My Star costs at least double what, say a Thai pulp like You're My Sky costs (at 3x the cast, and 6x the length) to produce, maybe 3x.

One way to cut cost and not sacrifice quality is simply to film over much much shorter times. Some of these KBLs could theoretically have been filmed in a week. I'm thinking My Sweet Dear had an incredibly short filming window. (Actual filming, for anything with low CGI, will always be the most expensive part of the process.)

4. History with the Genre

This is an interesting one. Korea has, without question the strongest record for producing queer content in microfilm length of any country in Asia - by an order of magnitude. And for almost as long as Japan has been producing live action yaoi. (Now ask me why this is the case? I HAVE NO IDEA.) 

Now Korea's history with this short form is NOT BL. It's queer lens and very gay. But I believe it must have established a precedent for shortness. (It certainly birthed Strongberry for which we are eternally grateful.) 

So I think Korea just associates queer content with short form in general.

This might also have something to do with Japan. Historically Japanese live action yaoi were all movie length, and the early Korean film industry (pre 2010) is heavily influenced by Japan. I also think their BL traditions are pretty strongly linked. Because Korean look to manwah much like Japan looks to manga, for inspiration. 

Conclusion

So all this combines to make short form BL easier for Korea to produce, and I actually don’t see that changing anytime soon. (Oh boy would I love to be proved wrong. I am DIEING for a gay Decedents of the Sun. DIEING.) 

Interestingly enough, our best bet for something long from Korea would be if they did a co-funded project (like Peach of Time) only set in Thailand and using Thai talent (AKA Korean production + money with Thai production costs.)* But the Hallyu agenda renders that idea verboten at this point. Korea is not going to spend money on a drama that's not located in Korea and advocating for Korean culture. Not even a BL, and certainly not a long form BL.

* I don't count 2017's Tropical Night because OMG reasons (technically it takes both Korea and Thailand to task as a culture commentary). I honestly don't think Korea 2022 would allow this movie to be made at all.

I should add for the record that I actually enjoy Korean BL as it stands. I don’t mind its shortness. And they occupy more of my top BL’s of all time list than any other country. This is meant as an honest window into the film industry and production, not as a criticism of Korea or KBL. There’s a difference between critique and criticism, mm’kay? 

Righto, I’m done now.

Turns out, not tho. Literally the day I wrote this Strongberry’s exo talked openly on their YouTube channel all about the BL industry and queer production in Korea. He’s remarkably honest (and totally adorable). 

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Of all the humans Wanda has met, you’re suddenly her favorite.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️ (be warned that this shit will get much darker in the future), subtle hand kink (don’t @ me)

A/N: special shoutout to the anon that inspired this fic series, I hope you enjoy this weird combo of AOU x IW Wanda. also if you have any previous knowledge of demons, throw it out the window before you read this because I guarantee that things will not add up here lmao

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Wanda’s favorite thing about interacting with humans is her effect on them.

Walking through a crowd is fine. She’ll brush a few shoulders and rattle a few unsuspecting adults, flash solid black eyes at kids that either stare or scream. It’s temporary and brings a bit of fun to an otherwise dull day.

The real joy comes from direct contact. Wanda travels miles away from her apartment building, choosing different stores, restaurants and cafés just to keep things interesting. A new cashier each time. She’ll have an air of friendliness about her that isn’t exactly fake; she finds most humans to be charming, despite their fragile minds.

“Will that be all?” Roy--according to his name tag--asks with a grin and Wanda nods in response. “Okay, your total is $21.14. You can just swipe or insert your card in the machine there.”

Wanda inserts her card carefully, complimenting the decor as she waits for the transaction to be completed. After returning it to her wallet, she flashes a soft smile at Roy as he hands her the receipt, purposefully brushing her fingers with his. As his skin makes contact with one of her rings, she notices the goosebumps rising along his arm and hears his breathing pattern change.

“Roy? Everything alright?”

She hears the concerned voice of a coworker as she makes her way to a table to wait for her meal, already seated by the time Roy coughs in an effort to collect himself.

“Yeah, just feeling off I guess. I’ll be fine.”

A chuckle falls from her lips as she watches the poor cashier attempt to return to his previous state of mind, finding the urge to smile and wave when his eyes cut over to her. His voice trembles when he calls her name and he stands as far away as possible when she approaches the counter to grab her order.

“Thanks for everything, Roy.”

Sensing that he’s startled enough without it, she keeps her other tricks hidden in her sleeves and simply walks away, holding her laughter until the doors close behind her. A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

The next day brings Wanda to a bookstore around lunchtime. She takes a minute to browse the aisles, taking an exceptionally long time lingering in the section harboring books on angels and demons. The stereotypes amuse more than upset her like they used to in the beginning.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda turns to make eye contact with the employee behind her, about to ask a question for the fun of it when a laugh catches her attention. Her gaze redirects to the café counter straight ahead, and a warm feeling washes over her when she hears the laugh again.

You’re genuinely entertained by the elderly woman purchasing a bagel with exact change, and Wanda manages to catch the end of the conversation as she draws near.

“Safe to say, I haven’t worn the blouse since that day.” She bids you farewell with her bagel and receipt in hand, eyes twinkling as she observes Wanda on her way past. “You have such bright and beautiful hair, dear.”

“Thank you,” Wanda responds with sincerity, attention locked on you while approaching the counter. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you greet her with a voice much calmer than the one you use with most of your other customers. “What can I get you today?”

You watch the orange haired woman turn her head to study the items behind the glass, taking the time to do your own inspection. You admire the dark red jacket that covers most of her torso, gaze lingering on the multiple rings hugging her fingers that seem to be smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, almost in a nervous fashion. It brought you a bit of comfort, assuming that she was affected in the same way.

“What do you recommend?”

“Oh, well…” You walk over to open the glass case from your side of the counter, naming each item as you grab it. “I usually have this pretzel that’s stuffed with spinach and cheese and this brownie. I can heat both of them for you, if you’d like.”

“I would love that,” Wanda responds in a grateful tone, placing a bottle of water on the counter after taking it from the fridge. “And I’ll also have one of these incredibly overpriced waters.”

You begin her order with a laugh, and she watches you ring everything up with the speed and expertise of a seasoned employee, wondering how she’d gone this long without running into you. The total price is brought to the digital screen just before her card is inserted, and she takes the time to quickly slip her rings into her pockets while you’re taking the pretzel and brownie over to the miniature oven. The last thing she wants to do is scramble your brain before she even gets the chance to explore it.

“Here’s your receipt,” you announce while giving Wanda the slip of paper, your eyes lingering on her hand for a moment before looking at her again. “Your food should be ready soon.”

“Okay, thank you…” Her sentence trails off as she searches for your name, the letters rolling off her tongue with ease when she finally locates it on the apron covering your chest.

“You’re welcome…” You trail off in the same fashion and she catches on quickly.

“Wanda.”

“You’re welcome, Wanda,” you repeat as you hand her the water bottle before she can walk away.

Less than two minutes later, you approach the table she’s taken over with two small ceramic plates and a sheepish grin.

“I should’ve asked if you were going to stay a while, but I can grab some bags if you need to go.”

Wanda shakes her head with a laugh as she takes them from you, startling you when she doesn’t react to the excessive heat radiating from the dishes.

“This is perfect.”

She takes her time with eating, and your attention is drawn to her between customers, grateful that she’s too busy with her phone to notice your stares. On the other hand, Wanda’s mind is filled with thoughts of you. What you look like when you think she can’t see you glancing over, what you smelled like when you were close. The nerves, the kindness, the desire to learn her name despite her being just another customer to you. She knows that you noticed her missing rings, but she’s already prepared with a cover story. A two minute conversation has her dying to pick your brain more, learn your habits and become more familiar with your body, beyond a simple brush of your fingertips. She already wants you to herself, just the way you came, without her interference for now; that’ll come later.

A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

Despite Wanda leaving an hour before your shift ended, she lingers in your thoughts on the bus ride and walk home. You find yourself recalling her kind smile, fidgeting fingers and the scent of her perfume when she passed you on her way out, and you’re so deep in your memories that you end up colliding with your apartment door.

“That’s not going to get you inside any faster, dear.”

Your cheeks burn as you face Ruth for the second time today, the first time being earlier when you sold her a bagel.

“I know, Ruthie,” you respond sheepishly as you pull your keys from your pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually in bed watching a cowboy show by now.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you.” She checks to see if the hallway is empty before opening her door and waving you over. “Come on, quickly.”

You scurry into the apartment behind her, taking in the scene before you while she locks the door. Having visited her before, you know she keeps the television at a higher volume, but it seems louder than normal.

“I know I might seem like I’ve lost my marbles, but I wanted to warn you about that woman you saw today....The one with the bright hair.”

“You mean Wanda?” you question, eyes widening when she nods. “Warn me about what?”

“There’s something off about that Wanda, if that even is her real name.” She snatches her arm out of her robe and brings it closer for you to see. “I’ve had these chills since I brushed against her earlier. Something’s not right with her. How do you even know her name? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure her as you help her slip her arm back in the sleeve. “I only know her name because we were having a friendly conversation and she used mine. I was just being polite to someone I’ll probably never even see again.”

“Just be careful,” she pleads as you head toward her door again, and you offer your best attempt at a relaxed smile.

“I’ll be fine, Ruthie. Get some rest, okay?”

You hear her lock the door behind you as you make your way back to your own apartment, rushing through the process of unlocking the door and securing it once you’re inside. As much as you don’t want to let Ruth get you worked up over a stranger, you can’t help thinking about the odd little things you noticed earlier. 

It isn’t unusual for someone to linger after buying food or drinks from your counter, whether they have homework or even just a phone to keep them busy. Wanda seemed to be waiting for someone the entire time, and you remember hoping that she wasn’t on a date, despite not wanting her to be stood up. But she simply slid her phone in her pocket and departed with a friendly wave as if nothing had happened.

You especially remember her waving at you with those ringless fingers, and wondering silently where the intricate jewelry had disappeared to. Obviously you just assumed that the rings were tucked away on her person and not dumped in the trash, but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up on her accessories in the middle of the day. Part of you--a part that you didn’t dare to address--wondered if she’d emptied her hands to send you a subtle sign. No, that can’t possibly be it.

Sleeping proves to be difficult with so many unanswered questions floating about, but you eventually give into the act. A few hours later, you peel open your eyes when you think you hear something in the room. The digital clock that sits on your bedside and serves as an alarm and occasional radio reads 3:34am, and you’re just about to close your eyes again when you hear another sound. You raise your head to turn toward your closet, and a scream is trapped in your throat as you catch sight of a figure in the shadows.

The next time you wake, the sun is out and your alarm is blaring on the nightstand beside you. Your gaze flickers over to the closet as you reach out to silence it, your heartbeat dropping slightly when you don’t see anything other than clothes. Deciding that you must’ve been dreaming, you shake away the fearful thoughts and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for another day of work.

The only thing you haven’t decided on yet is whether you want to see Wanda again.

[gliphyartfan]

Here is the rough draft for Time's full normal attire. Some headcanon notes for the design -Time hates ties. With a passion. Its a daily torture that he wears them, but he feels the difference when he is fully put together in expensive name brand suits. Please listen more. He doesn't know if it pisses him off or makes him want to mock them. (and the dream of (y/n) helping him take off the tie at the end of a hard day might be what keeps him going) -The scarf: Its a gift from Wars for one of his birthdays. At the end of the day they are brothers and despite loving the same person I feel like losing each other would be the second worst pain to feel, after losing (y/n), due to how they understand each other. Especially for Time since he waited the longest to finally finally finally have someone who understood him. How tortured he was not knowing if any of his brothers would come, if he would find (y/n). He will be found wearing presents from the others, as he doesn't really buy things for himself.

-The markings. I just never felt right when sketching if Time did not have his signature markings (same with Twilight). I feel like he would at some point dawned the mask. Surviving, especially as a kid is hard in our world. So I see many dire opportunities to need it.

-EARS. Yes I know the ears are human ears. The guys would use magic to hide it. It would be too odd for a group of gentleman to all have pointy ears and be down right fucking terrifying. Also when finally meeting (y/n) it might make her hesitant of them. (not due to anything malicious, girl just watches/reads way too many supernatural shows/movies/books to know something sus was up.) And also the whole, not draw attention to themselves thing. Ask me anything about the design, let me know if you don't like anything. Or even just questions on the art. Like I said in a comment, I'm transitioning from physical materials to digital so I understand if anything looks weird. I even have a blurb in my head of Lilah's(my y/n's) reaction to Time's meeting if anyone is interested in me writing that. I have to go ahead and apologize, my line work will never be straight and perfect. I had an accident so I have some nerve damage in my drawing hand. So just a heads up. Oh! And you can call me, Lyric!! *goes to hide and cry from embaressment.*

@yandere-linked-universe *Excited Noises* LOOK!

Holy shit. I can see his muscles inside those sleeves

You drew this?? Really??!???

And I thought your last drawing was incredible! (And it was!)

The details, the lines, the colors. (That SUIT)

His hair is a in small ponytail!! (The things that face does to me...)

Excellent color choice for him. The scarf is absolutely a perfect touch to his style.

I'm genuinely envious that you managed to draw his hand and arms so well. And LOOK at the way his body is proportioned! And his face. (His expression!)

How he's standing makes me drool. The red of the scarf just delightfully contrasting his blue inner shirt!

I agree with your Headcanons so hard!! (I honestly can't see him without his markings).

Ears? Perfect, I honestly would see them using magic to hide their ears.

Plus I honestly see Time only accepting gifts from the chain, (and (y/n)).

Time not using ties because he wants (y/n) to tie it for him? Oooh, that's gonna be something each of those boys would want. But Time? Peeeerfect!

What are his shoes? I would say boots. Steel toe Boots that can be disguised as dress shoes!

Does he hold rings? Maybe Legend gives them a magic ring for protection?

I know if she gives them a gift, if they can wear it, it's a permanent accessory for them.

You have writing? Please share! I genuinely enjoy other people's work! The world is waiting for your creativity!

Thank you so much for this surprise! I'm actually excited to see more of your incredible work!

Please accept this not as good as your magnificent work traditional sketch of a plushie Sky as a humble bribe tribute!

Can't say no to him can't you?

[xpeachesncream]

first position | one shot

summary: your bestfriend’s ex ain’t shit, especially if he’s never made her orgasm. (based on this ask)

pairing: jungkook x reader x reader’s bestfriend

genre: (18+) college au | smut

words: 2.3k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, alcohol consumption, marijuana use, threesome, protected sex, multiple orgasms, breast play, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, ass smacking, pussy smacking, doggy style, hair pulling, slightly rough sex

note: drew some inspiration from lani’s “first position” song (linked above); please know that this is an entirely new level of smut for me so i apologize if shit sounds kind of off. super unfamiliar with threesome scenes, but i did my best to read up on actual accounts to see what people describe it to be like ahaha ALSO - wips are updated, feel free to see what my messy brain is working up nowadays lol enjoy ya’ll 🤓 this goes out to you, anon! i tried! lol

"Baby, open up!" Jungkook says, knocking on your door. You stumble a bit, laughing with your bestfriend. You both had been drinking wine all night and shared a blunt together before calling your boyfriend, whining for some food.

"Gookieeee." You giggle as you open the door and throw your arms around his neck. He pulls back to kiss you on the lips before helping himself inside and tossing off his shoes.

"Jungkook! The savior!" Your bestfriend says as he sets the food down onto the kitchen counter.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank me later. I'd rather grab the food then let you two drunkies head out like this."

"We aren't drunk, silly."

"Okay." He chuckles as he plops onto the couch, manspreading as he flips the channel on your tv to the Warriors vs. Pacers basketball game. "That's more I like it."

"Excuse me." You say as you shove fries into your mouth, your bestfriend devouring her burger next to you in the kitchen. "You're getting comfortable."

"Mhm, I sure am."

"Babe, it's a girl's night."

"Mm no, it's no longer a girl's night after my babygirl asks me to leave the comfort of my bed just to bring her food."

"Sorry to interrupt your jacking off session."

"Yeah, exactly." He says. "What'd you guys drink tonight?"

"Wine, wine and more wine. Smoked a blunt too." He laughs.

"Time of your lives, ey?"

"Lana just got dumped by that ungrateful dumbass, of course I gotta treat her."

"Hey, for what it's worth Lana - Namjoon didn't deserve you." He looks at your bestfriend, sympathy poking through his facial expression. Lana and Namjoon had been dating on and off for almost 2.5 years until that stupid ass decided he wanted to cheat and pursue other women like he had it like that. He for sure didn't though. He couldn't even make Lana cum properly. At all, even.

"Yeah, he didn't even know how to make you cum." Jungkook's eyes widened.

"The fuck?" He chuckled. "Really? After all these years?"

"Um, yeah. I guess that's just how he gets down." She says shyly. She was so innocent, being that she hadn't really been in a relationship besides with Namjoon. She hadn't explored much being that he was so narrow minded and she did a lot to keep him happy in the relationship.

"So.. would you like, fake it?" Jungkook asks, curiosity in his eyes.

"No, she wouldn't even get there babe!"

"Huh?" He's utterly confused and he's not even trying to hide it.

"He would like, you know, do it until he came then that was it."

"Huh." He nods. "He wouldn't even try? Interesting." Kook says, making you laugh. "I make Y/N cum at least 5 times a day."

"Shut the fuck up, boy. No you don't." You throw a fry at him.

"Boohoo, okay. It's like 3 at the very least. I could make her cum more but she's always crying for me to stop cause she can't take it." You raise your middle finger at your boyfriend.

"H-how does it feel?"

"To cum?" Kook asks.

"Euphoric. Like no other." You respond. Jungkook looks at you, then back at her, a little turned on by the conversation. Lana was pretty, and she definitely deserved better as both you and Kook stated. She was innocent at best, but you knew she was curious.

"I wish I knew." She says, sipping on more wine, making a bright idea pop into your head.

"Hey." You lightly squeeze her side. "I have an idea, but it's totally okay if you don't wanna go with it. I don't wanna make you do something you aren't comfortable with."

"Hm?" She hums as she watches you give Jungkook a small smirk that he returns. He honestly doesn't know what your crazy ass is thinking about, but whatever it is, he's down. He always is, and that's what he loved about you - you were always down, and you taught him that. Life's too fucking short.

"Let's put you on." You say nodding to the room. "Let me and Kook show you what it's like." Jungkook almost chokes on his water.

"I-I— like a threesome? I don't know, I'm not that experienced, I wouldn't—"

"Girl, we'll guide you through it."

"But Jungkook, he's your boyfriend, I can't—"

"And that's not gonna change. He's down, trust me. Look at his stupidly cute face." You both turn to him, his doe eyes wide with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"Seriously though, Lana. If you aren't comfortable—" Jungkook chimes in, reassuring her.

"I'm down." She spits out and nods. "I'm down. Let's do it. As long as things don't change between us."

"It won't, I promise, okay?" You grab her hand and lead her to your room.

"Oh shit." Jungkook says, throwing the remote aside to catch you two. He walks in and stops at the door frame, watching you two sit on your bed. Honestly, he was down but he was also still feeling a little concerned about how this would go down. Of course, he was the only sober one here, you two being crossfaded almost out of your minds and more relaxed than he was. He didn't really have an issue though. As long as nothing changed between you, Lana and himself, then things would be fine. Especially between Lana and you. You had been bestfriends since college started.

He didn't think it would though, so fuck it.

"Just, follow along. Okay? If you're ever uncomfortable or want us to stop, just say so."

"Say ex or something weird." Jungkook spits out.

"Um, okay." You sit up on your knees as she leans back into your pillows, and gently start feeling up her arms.

"Relax, Lana." You say at a whisper, your lips about to fall onto hers. She takes the kiss as it builds up slowly. You feel her ease up, her arms climbing up yours as her tongue begins to explore and fight yours for dominance.

"Jeeeeesus fucking christ." Jungkook says, swiping his hand down his face as he continues to watch you and Lana tongue each other down. He felt himself getting harder by the minute, watching as the sound of sloppy, wet kisses began to fill the room and your shirts began to fly off. You pull away for a second to look back at him and signal for him to come over, his baggy long sleeve immediately coming off as he climbs onto the bed. You direct Lana to release your bra as you with hers. You're practically straddling her at this point, Jungkook's hands now roaming up your body. His hand grips your neck as he tilts it back, laying kisses along your jaw before nibbling your earlobe. You let out a breathy moan, your hips grinding against Lana's, causing her to bite her lip and let out a small moan as your hands begin to feel up on her breasts.

"Lay back." You say softly, Lana silently following the order. You begin to take off her leggings, throwing them across your room as Kook is gently laying kisses down your back. "Behind me, babe." You give him a quick look with Jungkook fully understanding the request. He steps off the bed, giving you space to lower yourself onto Lana's clothed clit. You press your lips against it while Jungkook is wrestling to take off your sweats and toss them aside, his fingers already getting busy with rubbing your clothed pussy as he tries to work with it from behind you and off the bed. Lana lets out a moan as she watches you closely, your finger hooking her panties to the side and your tongue giving her pussy a good swipe up. She trembles a bit with the contact, but settles quickly as you begin to work your mouth against her folds, then back up to her clit.

"Ohhhh shit. He's never done it like that." Lana says as she lets out a few breaths. You moan against her clit as Jungkook is now pumping his digits in and out of you quickly, his tongue continuously teasing, tip penetrating your entrance whenever his digits aren't doing the work. Lana's hips begin to buck upwards and grind onto your tongue, fucking her pussy more and more into this unfamiliar pleasure. "Oh fuck, oh my god! I don't know if I can do this." She whines as she grips the sheets, her knuckles turning white. You nod, signaling for her to let go as your tongue is now teasing her clit, working in up and down motions.

"Fuck, Kook!" You manage to spit out. You're so fucking turned on by the sight in your bedroom right now, and you have no idea if it's because you're pretty crossfaded, but this shit was pretty and all you wanted to do was feel good and make your bestfriend feel good. After all, she deserves to feel it once in her lifetime and if Namjoon wasn't gonna do that shit, then you'd gladly be the one to let her experience it.

"Cum for me, baby." He says as he quickly pulls back to give your pussy a good smack before he latches on again. "Let me feel it." The words alone, along with your moaning into Lana's clit, sends her over, her body trembling graciously in your grip.

"Fuck! What the fuck!" She screams, whining moans leaving her mouth quickly afterwards. You soon let yourself go, detaching yourself from her clit, your body trembling on all fours with Jungkook rubbing your clit like there's no tomorrow. The pain quickly turns into more pleasure, you crashing your body ontop of Lana's as you both try to regulate your breathing and come back down from your highs. Jungkook is hard as a fucking rock seeing the both of you completely fucked out already, especially you having done work on Lana at the same time as he pleased you.

"What do I do next?" You look at her as you finally gain the energy to raise your body a bit, shaking your head.

"Stay. Kook, get in her first." Jungkook is already unwrapping the first condom and sliding it down his dick.

"You both okay?" He manages to ask, Lana simply giving him a nod as he warns her with a tap of his reddened tip against her folds. "I'll take it slow. You just let me know what you want." You smirk down at her.

"Use him, Lana."

"W-what?" Her back slightly arches as her eyes roll to the back of her head feeling Jungkook fill her up. Although she had agreed to it, she didn't think her first fuck out of a relationship was gonna be with you and your boyfriend. Let alone did she ever think Jungkook would be penetrating her the way he was right now.

But fuck it. There's a first for everything.

"Use him." You repeat as you situate yourself on top of her, your lips landing back on hers with Jungkook's hand in your hair. "Tell him what you want to make you cum again."

"F-faster." She spits out in between kisses. Jungkook obeys, his thrusts now becoming quicker.

"Shit, dude." He says, his head tilting back in pleasure. "This is so fucking hot." You lower yourself a bit, your mouth latching onto her nipples one by one. You tease her a bit, your tongue flicking in and around her hardened bud, smirking into it when you hear her let out a loud moan.

"Fuck, yes. Please. Just like that." She begs. "Rougher please." You pull back on her nipple with a pop, lightly blowing air onto it as Jungkook begins to sloppily ram into her pussy. Caressing her skin, you can feel the goosebumps radiating throughout her body before you lower yourself back down onto her other nipple and repeat the process.

"Cum, Lana." Jungkook groans. "Cum all over this dick. It's your playing field right now." You smirk as your tongue continues to tease her nipple, her moans getting louder the more he hammers into her.

"Cum, babe." You say as you hop off and reach down to rub her clit. With just a few rubs, she's hurdling over the edge, her body trembling once more as she yells.

"Holy fuck! Ugghhhhhffffgod." Her breathing hitching as the aftershocks ripple through her.

"On your knees, babygirl." Jungkook orders you to get on your fours while switching out the condom to a new one, Lana slowly slipping out from under you to get on her fours and face you. Jungkook doesn't waste any time, roughly inserting himself into you and filling you up until he bottoms out. He feels a little more comfortable, knowing he can roughhouse the fuck out of you more than he could with Lana, so he begins to hammer into you and tug onto your hair at the same time.

"Jungkook, fuck." You moan, his large hand smacking your ass as he quickens his pace. Lana's now planting kisses along your neck while Jungkook holds you steady with your hair, her hands roaming around your breasts and giving them a good, gentle squeeze.

"Shit, I-I'm gonna cum soon." He says, biting his bottom lip. "Cum with me baby." He moans. Lana's hand travels down to your clit, copying what she's learned from you by rubbing it in circular motions.

"Ohhhhhhgod, yes!" You moan, but aren't able to release any other noise afterwards. You continue to whine as the loud, lewd noises of skin against skin continue filling the room. Sooner or later, you feel yourself unraveling, Jungkook's nails digging deep into your hips while Lana continues to rub your clit gently to help you ride out your high. "Oh my fucking god." You say as you try to regulate your breathing. Lana immediately throws her panties and her clothes back on, feeling shy with Jungkook being in the room.

"How'd that feel?" He says, throwing on his clothes while handing you yours. You look at her and smirk, licking your bottom lip.

"Good, I hope." Lana chuckles.

"Fucking amazing."

"Maybe we should do this more often."

"Baby, wait." Jungkook laughs. "You're fucking wild."

"She is, isn't she?" Lana rolls her eyes playfully.

"Hey, at least we gave you the ride of your life." You all make your way out of the room to get a little air and step away from the post sex-smelling room. "Next time I see Namjoon, I'll let him know what you look like when you cum." 

[otakween]

Digimon Adventure 02 (Blind Watch) - Episode 17

Wait...I literally just remembered that the parents (plus a bunch of other people) saw all the digital world stuff by the final episode of season 1. What exactly is the IRL awareness of digimon?? The kids have to hide that they're going to the digital world from their parents, but maybe that's more because it's dangerous? Or was there some memory wipe thing I'm forgetting about. (This ramble triggered by a line in the dub where Matt says "Don't tell me Myotismon destroyed the studio again!?" to his dad...)

Anyway, putting my confusion aside, I really enjoyed this one. It had the good kind of callbacks instead of some cheap repeats. It was especially nice to see the S1 kids finally sit down with the new kids and tell their story. Probably should have done that already by now, but better late than never!

There was...no battle in this one?? Wild...

Notes:

-I think the movie director in the beginning of the episode had the same VA as Joe. Low key distracting.

-I liked the concept of not just a ghost being caught on camera, but a ghost that changes its movements every time you play the video back. Not sure I've seen that done before...

-Very heartwarming that they've turned Aug. 1st into a special day of remembrance amongst their friend group. I've seen fans making posts about the date before and maybe I'll start celebrating it too! (I'm an August baby so it feels extra special).

-Aside from Bakemon who doesn't count, I guess this is our first ghost digimon? Really unfair that Wizarmon didn't get to be reincarnated like everyone else :'( I wonder if we'll see him again?

-I sighed a small sigh of relief when we got hat!Mimi back. More importantly, her ridiculous pink/starry hair is gone! I hope this isn't just a temporary change. She looks really cute with pig tails

-Didn't really think about the difference between living with a single dad vs. a single mom until Takeru and Yamato had a discussion about it. Is every single mom in this series a homemaker...? (Nothing wrong with that, but it would be awkward if there wasn't at least one mom with a job).

-They censored the curry in the dub lol. American kids in the early 2000s didn't know what curry was I guess

-This episode featured a bunch of MD players to the point where it felt suspiciously like an ad. I had to google what an MD was and it's a mini-disc (like GameCube game sized). Of course, they just called it a "CD player" in the dub

-Dead at the dub line "Don't mind him dad, he's just not a happy little buffalo!" LOL (American kids also don't know what sutras are apparently)

-They addressed a question I had in my earlier post about how they were stuck using the computer lab to enter the digi-world. Koushiro finally figured out that they could connect from any computer and that the D3 device was more important. (Honestly, they should have thought of this sooner, but I guess everyone's busy with school lol).

-It felt kind of weird to me how Wizarmon was showing up on TV to get Tailmon's attention, but we never really see the kids watching TV or catching any of these appearances. They kinda just stumble across him instead because Tailmon's Wizarmon's senses start tingling. Oh well, all's well that ends well...

-Very rare episode where there's no battle and the digimon only evolve to their rookie forms. I feel like this shows that the writers trusted the kids enough to sit through an episode without all the usual stuff, so that's nice.

-I'm going to go ahead and qualify this as a Halloween episode because ooky spooky

-Wizarmon continues Gennai's tradition of giving super vague and unhelpful information. Thanks for nothing! (I guess he was mainly hinting that Ken is a victim of "the darkness." Okay, Kingdom Hearts...)

-Sad Tailmon tho ;-;