#Pinnacle Performance Company

[isekyaaa]

Genuinely doing my best not to be judgmental here, but when people refuse to listen to the EN dub of HSR and Genshin, why do they always default to the JP dub when the CN dub is like... right there and technically the canon dub...? The voices are always very well done and extremely fitting.

[melanchoire]

KILLER ──── yu jimin ft. ahn yujin

── ( 🌹 ) you’ve always admired karina and yujin from afar, but when fate brings you together for a year-end festival performance, you find yourselves caught in a whirlwind of flirtation and intrigue, blurring the lines between art and passion in a way you never saw coming.

pairing. dom!karina x lssrfm 6th member!sub!fem reader x switch!yujin

warning(s). cunnilingus, degradation, fingering, hair pulling, making out, nipple play, semi exhibitionism, spanking, squirting. (probably forgetting something...)

word count. 7.3k (it takes a while to get to the point but i promise it's worth it)

author's note. first time writing smut LOL so i hope it's not complete shit.

the air crackles with excitement and anticipation as you stand backstage at the sbs gayo daejeon, the end-of-year festival that celebrates the pinnacle of k-pop talent. your heart pounds in your chest, an exhilarating rhythm that matches the pulsating beat of the songs echoing from the main stage. today, you would have the unique opportunity to collaborate with two of the industry’s most mesmerizing stars: karina from aespa and yujin from ive. just the thought sends a shiver down your spine—both of them are known for their electrifying stage presence and undeniable charisma, each capable of commanding the audience's attention with just a flick of a wrist or a flash of a smile.

the lights dim, and the audience erupts in cheers, signaling that another group has taken the stage. you glance at the crew bustling about, adjusting microphones and setting the stage. everything feels surreal, like a vivid dream you’re unsure you want to wake from. you’ve watched these performances from the safety of your couch, eyes glued to the screen, marveling at the talent of others. but now, here you are—about to step into the spotlight yourself.

you fidget with the hem of your outfit, a sleek ensemble that feels foreign against your skin. it’s stunning, of course, designed to make you look every bit the star you’ve trained to be. but all you can focus on is the gnawing insecurity deep within you. would you be able to match the presence of your collaborators?

karina, with her ethereal beauty and powerful vocals, has taken the world by storm. her ability to blend fierce energy with captivating visuals has made her a household name. she dances with a fluidity that seems almost supernatural, her movements a perfect blend of strength and grace. you've watched her perform countless times, her movements a seamless blend of grace and power, especially when she dances to her solo song "UP!" her confidence radiates, setting the bar for every performer who steps foot on stage. you can only imagine the electric atmosphere she generates, and the thought of sharing the stage with her sends a jolt of both excitement and fear through your veins.

then there's yujin. since her debut, she has been a force of nature, a whirlwind of charm and charisma and you’ve always admired her—how she effortlessly steals the spotlight during each comeback, whether it's in a sophisticated ensemble like "I AM" or a more edgy concept like "BADDIE." her charisma is palpable, her presence overwhelming. yujin has an innate ability to connect with the audience, to draw them into her world with just a smile or a gaze. it’s hard not to get lost in her captivating smile and effortless performance style. in a world where everyone is striving for perfection, she stands out, effortlessly capturing hearts and making it look so easy. you remember watching her from the sidelines at various events, thinking: “will i ever be able to perform with that kind of confidence?”

you can’t help but feel overshadowed by their brilliance. they are known for their incredible stage presence, their ability to engage and enthrall. but you? you’re the quiet one, the one who shies away from the spotlight even in the warmth of your group members’ company. yes, you've had your moments on stage, but always with the comfort of your teammates around you, their energy bolstering yours.

while your groupmates seem to flirt and play around with ease, you often stand at the edges of those conversations, a spectator in a world that seems just a touch too bright, too loud for you to jump in. you have had brief interactions with karina and yujin before, perhaps a shy wave or a quick exchange of compliments, but nothing that would prepare you for this collaboration, where you would have to hold your own against their vibrant personalities.

the announcer’s voice booms through the speakers, calling your names, and your stomach flips. you take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. this is your moment. you’ve practiced countless times, poured your heart into the choreography, and learned the nuances of the song "killer," a sultry piece that’s all about confidence and allure. but now, standing here, you wonder if you truly have it in you.

your thoughts are interrupted when you feel warm hands at your hips. you turn to find yunjin smiling brightly at you, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the chaos. "you’re going to be amazing," she says, her voice bright and encouraging. "just remember, it’s all about having fun. No one’s here to judge you!"

her playful words wash over you like a gentle wave, pushing your worries to the side. she continues to rattle off a few inside jokes that make you chuckle, reminding you that you’re not alone in this. behind her, the rest of your members appear, offering you their unwavering support. sakura, with her calm demeanor, gives you a thumbs-up, while chaewon brings you into a tight embrace. kazuha, ever the optimist, grins at you and nods, her energy infectious. eunchae bounces on her toes, her excitement palpable, “you’ve got this!”

the embrace from your members wraps around you like a warm cocoon. for a fleeting moment, the anxiety begins to dissipate, replaced by the love and camaraderie that define your group. their faith in you feels like a lifeline, tethering you to the moment and providing a flicker of confidence. but as the sound of the mc's voice filters through the chaos backstage, signaling your imminent entrance, the butterflies return, dancing wildly in your stomach.

suddenly, the staff signals for you to head to the stage, and your heart pounds harder. you can hear the crowd roaring in anticipation, a cacophony of cheers and applause that sends adrenaline surging through your veins. you share one last glance with your groupmates, and they all nod at you, a silent promise that they’ll be cheering from the sidelines.

taking a deep breath, you step out onto the stage, the bright lights washing over you like a wave. the audience, a sea of eager faces, blurs into the background as you focus on the music that begins to play. your heart races not just from the excitement but from the overwhelming pressure of meeting expectations—yours and those of the fans.

when you step onto the stage, the world outside fades into obscurity. you are cocooned in a warm glow, bright lights shining down upon you and the unmistakable hum of excitement from the crowd filling your ears. it’s your moment, and you’re ready to seize it. in the center, you stand shoulder to shoulder with your backup dancers, their energy pulsating around you. at one end of the stage, karina stands with her back to the camera, radiating an enigmatic aura as she awaits the cue to sing. at the other end, yujin beams at the audience, her charming smile lighting up the room.

as you take in the sight of your two groupmates, a thrill runs through you. karina catches your eye, a smirk playing on her lips as she shakes her head, dismissing whatever playful banter you might have exchanged moments earlier. you feel a twinge of challenge in her gaze; it’s a silent dare that stirs something deep inside you. when you turn your attention to yujin, however, everything shifts. her grin is infectious, a bright spark that ignites a warmth in your chest. she waves lightly, a small wink sent your way that sends your heart racing.

but there’s little time to dwell on these feelings as the music begins to swell, an intoxicating melody that envelops you. the beat drops, and the moment karina starts singing, a wave of calm washes over you. her voice is a smooth, inviting embrace, allowing you to fall into the rhythm of the performance. you’ve practiced, but here, in this moment, you find a surprising ease. perhaps it’s the thrill of the sensual concept you’re tackling for the first time, or maybe it’s the undeniable chemistry among the three of you.

as the song progresses, your shy, reserved persona melts away and the transformation is remarkable. the shy girl the fans have come to know fades into the background, replaced by a bold and vibrant persona. you’ve never explored a sensual concept like this, but something about tonight feels right, like destiny calling. your body moves with the rhythm, and the choreography calls for something deeper—a sensuality that intertwines with each movement, drawing you closer to karina and yujin.

you notice how they both fit seamlessly into this seductive concept, their voices intertwining like threads of silk, creating a tapestry of sound that captivates the audience. karina’s low, sultry notes contrast beautifully with yujin’s bright and playful tones, both of them showcasing their strengths. Y

you are the third voice, harmonizing with them, but also pushing the boundaries of the choreography. It’s exhilarating.

the movements are fluid, a dance that flows between desire and restraint. there’s a moment where you’re touching karina, your hand gliding up her arm, and the connection sends electric shocks through your body. you meet her gaze, and there’s an understanding in her eyes—a mutual acknowledgment of the moment that sends your pulse racing. the way she bites her lip, a hint of mischief sparking in her expression, gives you the courage to continue.

you know what you’re doing, yet the thrill of it is intoxicating. you push the limits, letting your hands linger a moment longer than the choreography dictates. you feel the heat of the stage, the intensity of the performance, and the adrenaline that rushes through you. it’s not just dancing; it’s an unspoken dialogue, a flirty banter exchanged through each movement.

yujin is the cherry on top of this decadent cake. when she glances your way, that radiant grin reaffirms your confidence. the way she moves, with a blend of elegance and playful charm, is mesmerizing. you catch her eye as you slide your hand over her thigh during one of the sultry movements. it’s deliberate, a tease that feels electrifying. her breath catches for a fraction of a second, but then she smiles wider, as if inviting you to play.

you notice how the dance is designed to bring the three of you together, creating a palpable tension that makes the air thick with unspoken chemistry. there’s a deliberate intimacy in the choreography: sliding hands along arms, teasing glances, lingering touches. with each movement, you feel your confidence growing, and as the spotlight shines down, illuminating every curve and angle, you allow yourself to embrace the boldness you’ve found.

the audience’s cheers swell around you, drowning out any doubt or hesitation. you lose yourself in the performance, riding the wave of excitement, a primal instinct taking over as you navigate the choreography. the sensual touches become a language of their own—sliding your hands along karina’s waist, brushing against yujin's arms. each connection, each fleeting touch, feels like an unspoken promise.

this is not just a performance; it’s an exploration. your hands glide across their bodies, exploring, teasing, igniting a fire that simmers beneath the surface. when you lock eyes with yujin again, her playful expression urges you on, and you find yourself pushing boundaries, taking risks you wouldn’t have dared to consider before. you let your fingers slide from her shoulder down to her collarbone, brushing against her neck in a movement that feels almost magnetic.

you can’t help but notice the intensity of their gazes, the way they watch you, and it makes you feel alive. you thrive under the spotlight, every moment resonating with the cheers of the audience, fueling your daring. it’s intoxicating, like stepping into a dream where you can be anyone, someone fierce and confident, unafraid of what might come next.

as the music shifts, you find yourself at the edge of a crescendo, the beat pulsing wildly as you prepare for the final sequence. the choreography calls for a break dance, and as yujin takes her seat, and you and karina kneel on chairs behind her, anticipation crackling in the air. you share a knowing glance with karina before your focus shifts back to yujin.

you perform the head rotation together, a synchronized move that brings you even closer to her. when yujin begins to sing her part, her voice is a beautiful melody that wraps around you like silk. then comes the moment when you and karina place your hands on yujin’s shoulders, ready to lift one leg in a clean, sensual movement. but as you slide your hand down yujin’s shoulder, the touch is softer than intended. your fingers brush against her collarbone, trailing playfully down to her neck. it’s unexpected, and you can feel the tension in the air shift. the audience gasps collectively, but it’s the way yujin’s eyes widen for a split second before she regains her composure that sends your heart racing.

the thrill of the performance peaks, and you can feel the crowd’s energy erupting, as if they can sense the chemistry simmering between the three of you. the moment is electric, and as your fingers linger a heartbeat longer than necessary, a rush of heat spreads across your cheeks.

when the performance ends, the applause rings in your ears, but your mind is still buzzing. you share triumphant smiles with karina and yujin, each of you riding the high of the performance. but when the lights dim, and the cameras shift away from the three of you, you notice something that makes your heart skip a beat.

karina’s gaze is locked onto you, a smirk still playing on her lips. there’s a fierce intensity in her eyes, something deeper that you hadn’t noticed before, and it sends a rush of warmth through your body. but it’s yujin who catches your breath. she’s watching you with a look that is almost predatory, her charming smile replaced by something more charged, more dangerous.

you take a step back, heart racing, feeling exposed under their scrutiny. the teasing glances you exchanged earlier now seem to hold a weight you hadn’t anticipated. there's electricity in the air, a connection that feels almost palpable.

in that moment, you’re caught between the two of them, each exuding their own allure and charm. karina, with her bold confidence and smirk that promises mischief; yujin, with her radiant smile and eyes that glimmer with something more than mere friendship. you can feel the tension thickening, and for a fleeting second, you wonder if perhaps there’s something more behind those gazes.

you’ve just come off the stage, adrenaline coursing through your veins, the echoes of cheers still ringing in your ears. the performance was electric; every move, every beat resonated with the crowd, and you can still feel the heat of the spotlight. as you stride towards your dressing room, the noise of the world outside fades away, leaving only the rush of your own heartbeat and the thrill of collaboration with karina and yujin lingering in your mind.

the door swings open, and you step inside, immediately met with the soft glow of the room’s lights. your heart rate begins to settle, and you reach for a bottle of water on the table, taking a long, refreshing gulp. you lean against the cool surface, savoring the moment of stillness. the stage may have been a whirlwind, but this was your sanctuary.

as you make your way to the plush couch in the corner, the soft fabric welcoming you like an old friend, you hear the door creak open behind you. karina and yujin stride in, their energy still crackling, filling the small space with a palpable tension.

“hey!” karina says, a hint of something serious in her tone as she stands directly in front of you, blocking your path. “did you enjoy the performance?”

you look up, meeting her gaze. there’s something in the intensity of her eyes that makes you hesitate. “yeah, it was fun,” you reply vaguely, hoping to downplay her curiosity. but as you attempt to sidestep her, she’s quick to take a step closer.

but she doesn’t let you off the hook. “fun?” she echoes, her voice laced with skepticism. “it looked like you were having a lot more than just fun with us out there. you seemed quite happy being... touchy.” she presses, her eyes narrowing playfully yet intensely.

a rush of heat floods your cheeks at her words, and you try to sidestep her again, seeking refuge in the comfort of the couch, but she’s faster. her fingers wrap around your forearm, gently but firmly holding you in place. “what’s the rush? you don’t want to talk about it?”

you try to step around her, but she moves in front of you, her presence blocking your way. “c’mon, just answer me,” she insists.

“seriously? can’t you just let me breathe for a second?” you attempt to sound annoyed, but there’s an undercurrent of tension you can’t shake off.

then, as you make an attempt to back away, you collide with yujin, who had been standing quietly behind you. the sudden contact sends a jolt through your body, your back hitting her chest. you look over your shoulder, and she flashes a teasing smile that sends shivers down your spine.

“oh, what’s this?” yujin coos, her voice playful yet laced with challenge. “i didn’t know that beneath that shy personality, there’s a little attention-seeker trying to come out… a hidden whore craving attention.”

you open your mouth to retort, but the words falter as karina’s hand suddenly grips your face, squeezing your cheeks slightly to redirect your focus onto her. “uh-uh,” she says with a mocking tone, her expression unreadable yet intoxicating. “you’re in no position to give attitude right now. you’ve already had more than enough fun out there.” her tone is teasing, but there’s an edge to it, one that makes your stomach flutter.

you try to wriggle free, but her grip is surprisingly strong. Instead, you find yourself looking deep into her eyes, a silent conversation passing between you. there’s mischief there, and something deeper that makes you hesitate.

the room grows thick with tension as karina holds your gaze, her eyes speaking a language of their own. you can feel the air crackling between the three of you, a magnetic pull that is hard to resist. your heart races even faster, an exhilarating mix of anxiety and excitement flooding your system.

“honestly,” karina continues, her voice softening slightly, “i think you deserve to be put in your place.” the way she says it is both a challenge and an invitation, leaving your mind spinning.

the tension in the room thickens, and you catch yujin’s gaze as she watches the exchange with an amused smirk, her own intentions simmering just beneath the surface. in that moment, it feels as though the air around you is charged, electric with unspoken desires and possibilities.

before you can process her words or even find your own, karina grips a handful of your hair, her fingers threading through the strands as she pulls you closer. the world outside fades away, and in a heartbeat, her lips crash against yours, initiating a kiss that is both passionate and messy—a collision of desires that leaves you breathless.

you’re caught off guard, your heart pounding in your chest as the kiss deepens. karina’s lips move against yours with a fervor that ignites something inside you. her other hand cradles your jaw, tilting your face just right as if she’s molding you to fit perfectly against her.

in that moment of dizzying intensity, you barely register the warmth of yujin as she sidles up behind you. her hands slide around your hips, and you can feel her breath hot against your ear, sending a shiver racing down your spine. “you really do like this attention, don’t you?” she murmurs, her tone sultry and teasing.

you’re torn between responding and getting lost in the sensations swirling around you. karina’s grip on your hair tightens just enough to remind you of her presence, of her ownership, while yujin’s fingers trail up your sides, brushing against your skin through the fabric of your outfit.

the moment is intoxicating, overwhelming. yujin’s hands glide around your waist, pulling you closer as she leans in to kiss your jaw, trailing soft, warm kisses along your neck and shoulder. you gasp at the sensation, the way her lips graze your skin, igniting a trail of heat wherever she touches. you can’t help but lean into her, surrendering to the intoxicating mixture of thrill and lust. that's when she bites gently at your skin, leaving small red marks that ache and throb with a tantalizing heat, making it difficult to suppress the soft whimper that escapes your lips.

karina, noticing your reaction, pulls back slightly to look you in the eye, her expression a mix of mischief and satisfaction. “c'mon, focus on me now. you've already given her enough attention there on stage, it's my turn now.”

yujin laughs softly, a sound that seems to reverberate through you. “i think she enjoys having the attention of both of us at the same time, don't you?” she teases, her fingers still exploring the curves of your body with an unabashed confidence that leaves you dizzy.

“wait—” you begin, but karina’s lips crash against yours again, silencing any protests you might have had. you can’t help but melt into the kiss, responding in kind, feeling your inhibitions slip away as the thrill of the moment takes over.

“look at you...” karina murmurs against your lips, her voice low and sultry, as her fingers tighten in your hair. “always all shy and sweet for your fans, but here you are…” she kisses you again, deeper this time, as if she wants to consume you entirely. you can taste the heat of her breath, feel the urgency in her touch, and it drives you wild.

yujin’s fingers begin to explore, finding their way under your shirt, teasingly grazing the skin of your stomach. “i think you’ve been hiding too much.” she whispers, her breath warm against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. “time to let go, don’t you think?”

yujin’s hands travel boldly, her fingers finding their way to your breasts, teasing over the fabric of your top. you gasp into the kiss, your body arching slightly as she pushes against you, her warmth enveloping you from behind. the sensation is electric, a shocking jolt that resonates through your entire being.

“don’t act so surprised.” karina whispers against your lips, her breath warm and inviting. “you know you love this.”

there’s a part of you that wants to deny it, to push back against this surge of overwhelming desire. but as yujin continues to grind against your ass, her body a warm, intoxicating presence behind you, and karina’s lips dance against yours, you realize that the barriers you’ve built are crumbling.

you moan softly, the sound escaping your lips before you can even think to hold it back. it’s a surrender, a realization that perhaps this is what you’ve been yearning for all along—an escape from the confines of your carefully constructed persona as a k-pop idol, a chance to explore the wild and the sensual, the playful and the forbidden.

“you’re finally letting go.” karina murmurs, a satisfied smile breaking across her lips as she pulls away just enough to see your expression. “that’s more like it.”

you can see the approval in her eyes, and it sends a thrill through you, fueling the fire that’s already igniting between you. with each passing moment, the dressing room feels smaller, more intimate, as if the world outside has faded away entirely.

yujin leans in, her voice low and teasing. “are you ready for us to show you just how much fun this can be?”

and in that moment, you realize that the performance may have ended, but the real show is only just beginning.

before you can answer yujin, karina sweeps the contents of the vanity desk with her arm, sending makeup and hair tools tumbling to the floor in a cascade of chaos. lipsticks roll like marbles, and a hair dryer clatters loudly, disrupting the serene quiet that had cloaked the afternoon.

you hear the sound before you see it—a chaotic crash of makeup and hair tools clattering to the floor, a cacophony that sends a chill of foreboding through your spine. the world narrows into a singular focus, and you turn your head just in time to catch karina's wild, determined gaze. she is a force of nature, an unpredictable storm, and you feel the air shift as she strides toward you, intent on asserting her will.

before you can utter a word of protest, karina’s hand shoots out, seizing a handful of your hair. it stings, a sharp reminder of her dominance, and with a single fluid motion, she pushes you forward onto the vanity desk. your stomach collides with the cold, unyielding surface, and a rush of indignation bubbles within you. you manage to stifle a hiss, pressing your hands against the smooth wood to cushion the impact, though you can’t hide the frown twisting your lips.

the world around you blurs for a moment. the mix of perfumes, the mess on the floor, and the growing feeling of vulnerability all combine to cloud your thoughts. you blink rapidly, trying to ground yourself in this bizarre situation.

you feel your heart racing in your chest as you lie there, vulnerable and caught off guard. you glance sideways, and there, standing before you with a confident smirk, is yujin. her heels click against the tiled floor, echoing like a metronome counting down to some inevitable climax. she crosses her arms, a smug grin spreading across her face, eyes twinkling with amusement. the sight of her fills you with a mix of dread and defiance.

“look at you...” she says, her tone playful but edged with a hint of authority. “in no position to complain now, are you?”

you want to answer her, to unleash the sharp-tongued retort bubbling in your throat, but before you can articulate the words, karina’s fingers deftly hook the waistband of your pants. the sensation sends a shiver down your spine, a mixture of dread and adrenaline surging through you. she pulls your pants down in one swift motion, and a sharp slap lands on your exposed ass, earning a gasp from you that surprises even yourself.

“what the—!” you feel the heat creeping up your face, a rush of embarrassment flooding through your veins. you can’t believe this is happening. you’re caught between wanting to fight back and the sheer absurdity of the situation.

“oh, don’t act so shocked.” yujin purrs, leaning closer. her voice is a smooth whisper, and despite the chaos, there’s a teasing lilt to it that stirs something deep inside you. “you brought this upon yourself.”

“i didn’t do anything!” you protest, the indignation bubbling in your chest. but even as you say it, you can feel the heat of their gazes, the weight of their laughter wrapping around you like a cozy blanket that you don’t want to wear.

karina leans closer, her breath warm against your ear, and the way she looks at you sends a shiver down your spine. “be a good girl and accept it, will you?” she murmurs.

she hooked her fingers in the waistband of your panties and yanked them down your legs, letting them drop to your ankles. then she settles between your spread thighs, her hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart. she leaned in, dragging the flat of her tongue up your slit in one slow, teasing lick. she hummed in approval at the taste of you, her fingers digging into your flesh.

feeling karina's mouth on your pussy, your head fell forward against the desk with a thunk, along with a breathy moan escaping your lips.

karina delved between your thighs, her tongue swirling around your clit before sucking the sensitive bud between her lips. her hands slid around to grip your hips, pulling you harder against her hungry mouth as she ate you out with wild abandon. the obscene sounds of her tongue and lips working your pussy filled the room, mingling with the pulsing beat of the music outside.

but before anything else can happen, yujin places her hand under your chin, lifting your face up so you're looking at her.

“i wanna have fun too, pretty girl.” without hesitation, she stepped back and quickly unbuttoned her tight leather pants, shimmying out of them to reveal a pair of skimpy, black lace panties underneath.

as yujin kicks her pants aside, she turns to the table, swinging one leg over the table and placing one foot on the surface, almost straddling your face. she wore a pair of panties that left little to the imagination, the damp patch at the crotch betraying her arousal. towering over you, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband and slowly peeled them down, revealing her glistening pussy, bare and ready.

“fuck, hurry up, i need your tongue inside me.” yujin panted, gripping your hair and pulling your face against her wet heat. she ground her hips forward, smearing her juices all over your lips and chin, coating your mouth with her essence.

you dove forward eagerly, burying your face between yujin's spread thighs. the scent of her arousal filled your nostrils as you leaned in to run your tongue along her glistening slit, tasting her essence for the first time. yujin gasped and shuddered above you, her hips rocking forward to press her pussy harder against your mouth.

“oh fuck, just like that.” she groaned, tangling her fingers in your hair and holding you in place. her grip tightened as you began to explore her folds more thoroughly, your tongue delving between them to taste her deeply.

meanwhile, karina behind you hums in approval at your taste, lapping at your folds with renewed enthusiasm. she zeroed in on your clit, circling the sensitive bud with the tip of her tongue before sucking it between her lips. two fingers delved into your wet channel, pumping in and out as she ate you out with single-minded focus.

yujin's musky flavor exploded on your tongue as you licked and sucked at her most intimate places. you focused your attention on her clit, circling and flicking the sensitive bud with the tip of your tongue before sucking it between your lips. yujin's grip on your hair tightened even more, her thighs trembling around your head as she ground herself against your face.

keeping one hand fisted in your hair, holding you in place, she raised the other to the hem of her tight top, sneaking her free hand underneath her shirt. she cupped the soft mounds, kneading and squeezing them roughly as you continued to devour her pussy. her fingers plucked at her nipples, rolling and tugging on the sensitive buds as she writhed beneath your oral attentions. yujin let out a low moan, her head falling back as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her core.

the sight of her touching herself, putting on a show just for you, only heightened your own building arousal.

behind you, karina could feel your body tensing, your muscles pulling taut as your orgasm approached. she curled her fingers inside your pussy, stroking that special spot deep within as she licked and sucked mercilessly at your clit. karina's free hand slid around your hip, finding your ass and squeezing the cheek hard.

yujin was just as close, her hips bucking erratically against your face as she grabbed her tits with wild abandon. she pinched and tugged at her stiff nipples, sending jolts of pleasure ricocheting through her body. her pussy clenched and throbbed, dripping arousal down your chin as she rutted against you.

yujin's breath came faster, her chest heaving as she continued to grope and tease her tits, putting on a show for you. her grip on your hair tightened, pulling you harder against her dripping cunt as she rutted her hips against your face, chasing her pleasure. “don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop.” yujin cried out, her voice ragged with lust.

karina stands up, leaning over your body still lying on the table, pressing her chest against your back. “fuck, look at you, taking both of us so well, making yujin feel so good…” she purred, nipping at your shoulder before sucking a dark mark into your skin. her fingers picked up speed, fucking into you harder, faster, the wet sounds of your coupling growing louder. “you're such a dirty girl, getting off on being used like this. i love it.”

karina revealed the power she had over you, in the way your thighs trembled and your stomach muscles fluttered under her touch. she could feel you teetering on the edge, your pussy clenching around her plunging fingers. “now be a darling for me and make yujin cum, will you? since you had the guts to play the role of the daring girl on stage when you were with us, i hope you can put that attitude on now too.”

again, karina drops to her knees, burying her face between your thighs and giving her full attention to your pussy again. she held you in place, pinning you against the desk with her body as she devoured your pussy like a starving woman.

she could feel your body tensing, your walls fluttering around her plunging fingers as your climax approached rapidly. she curled her digits just right, rubbing that spongey spot deep inside that made your toes curl in your hells. at the same time, she sealed her lips around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud hard as she flicked her tongue over it rapidly. the filthy wet sounds of her tongue and fingers working you over filled the cubicle, punctuated by your desperate whimpers and moans, oh, and yujin's babbling moans and heavy breathing.

“that's it, baby girl.” karina growled, her voice muffled against your sex. “come for us. let go and come all over my fingers like the dirty little slut you are.”

the combination of karina's filthy words and the intense stimulation proved too much. with a final hard suck to your clit and a deep thrust of her fingers, karina sent you hurtling over the precipice your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls spasming uncontrollably around her digits as you gushed your release into her eager mouth. karina drank you down greedily, prolonging your pleasure until you were a shaking, boneless mess against the desk.

you screamed your pleasure into yujin's cunt, the sound vibrating deliciously against her sensitive flesh. yujin cried out, her own climax slamming into her as she grinded your face against her dripping sex. she came hard, her juices flooding your mouth as she shuddered and convulsed, her tits bouncing in her hands as she pinched and tugged her nipples mercilessly.

karina continued to stroke your spasming walls, milking every last drop of pleasure from your quaking body. the two of them worked you through your intense orgasm, fingers and mouth never stopping until they had wrung every last drop of pleasure from your quivering body. finally, with a shudder and a gasp, you slumped against the table, utterly spent and satisfied.

in front of you, yujin slowly came down from her high, her grip on your hair loosening as she caught her breath. she looked down at you with a satisfied, almost feral grin, taking in the sight of you, debauched and panting, still buried between her thighs.

yujin licked her lips, still flushed and panting from her intense orgasm. she gazed down at you with a wicked, satisfied smirk, taking in your disheveled appearance; hair mussed from her grip, cheeks flushed, and lips glistening with her essence. she could see the way your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath, the evidence of your shared pleasure splattered on your skin.

as the aftershocks of your shared orgasms began to subside, yujin reluctantly pulled your face away from her sensitive pussy. she helped you sit up, her hands roaming over your curves appreciatively as she took in your disheveled state.

”fuck, that was so hot.” yujin purred, her voice low and rough from her cries of ecstasy. she slid off the table, standing on wobbly legs before tugging you up by your hair. her other hand found your chin, tilting your face up to meet her heated gaze. she leaned in, hovering her lips a mere breath away from yours, letting you feel the weight of her arousal. “you're fucking incredible baby.” she breathed against your mouth before closing the distance and kissing you deeply, tasting herself on your tongue.

but of course, once again, you turned all your attention to yujin again. and to no one's surprise, that wasn't something karina liked.

as yujin kissed you, karina emerged from between your thighs, stood up and pressed herself against your back. she grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping it tightly as she pulled your head back, separating you from yujin and forcing you to look up at her.

she withdrew her soaked fingers from your dripping pussy, bringing them to your lips. she tapped your bottom lip with the slick digits, smearing your own arousal across your mouth. “open your mouth.” karina purred, her voice a low, seductive growl.

somewhat bewildered, you didn't react immediately to her request. karina's expression changed almost instantly, the discontent on her face was evident when she saw that you didn't comply with her order when she was more than gentle and clear with you.

“i said "open your mouth".” she repeats her own words, however, her tone is more authoritative and demanding, a clear difference from the first time. without waiting for you to respond, she wrapped the strands of your hair around her hand, pulling them in a harsh tug, drawing a gasp from you and forcing your mouth open.

karina plunged her fingers inside, not giving you a chance to resist as she shoved them in deep, pushing them in and out, fucking your throat with her hand. “that's it baby, clean up the mess you made on my fingers...”

at the same time, karina shoved her other hand under your chin, gripping your jaw and forcing your mouth open even wider as she pumped her fingers faster, harder, hitting the back of your throat with each brutal thrust. drool dripped down your chin, your eyes watering from the intensity of her actions. “i bet you fucking love having your throat used like this, don't you? love being treated like a set of holes for us to use?”

karina abruptly pulled her fingers out of your mouth, leaving your jaw slack and your chest heaving. a string of saliva connected her slick digits to your bottom lip before breaking, dripping down onto your heaving chest. karina licked her fingers clean, savoring your combined tastes with a wicked grin.

“mmmh, you taste fucking divine.” karina purred, her voice a low, rough rasp. she released your hair and gripped your chin instead, tilting your face up to force you to meet her intense, lust-filled gaze. her other hand slid down your throat, feeling the way your pulse raced beneath her touch.

she leaned in close, her face mere inches from yours. you could feel her hot breath ghosting over your lips, smell the faint hint of sweat and perfume that clung to her skin. her icy brown eyes bored into yours, filled with a hunger that made your core clench with anticipation.

“you're fucking gorgeous like this, all disheveled and desperate.” karina murmured, her voice a low, seductive purr. her hand slid from your chin to wrap around the back of your neck, long fingers tangling in your hair as she gripped it tightly. she used her hold on you to yank your head back, exposing the column of your throat to her greedy mouth.

karina's lips crashed against your neck, her teeth sinking into the tender skin as she marked you as hers. she licked and sucked at the reddening skin, no doubt leaving a vivid hickey in her wake. her other hand slid down your spine, gripping your ass and pulling your hips flush against hers.

“i know you're craving more…”

her eyes, usually sharp and playful, are languid now, half-lidded as she leans closer. you feel the warmth of her breath ghost across your neck, the faintest scent of her familiar strawberry lip gloss filling your senses. a delighted flutter takes root in your stomach, a feeling you know all too well, the one she ignites with just a look.

your own gaze is drawn to her lips, the curve of her grin promising a stolen moment, a quiet connection before the storm of the stage. the small hand resting on your hips makes your skin tingle.

but then, just as your fingers brush Karina’s arm, the bubble bursts.

karina’s eyes widen, a mischievous glint replacing the warmth of a moment ago. you see her mouth curl into a teasing smirk as she steps away, abandoning you with a laugh that echoes in the suddenly silent room. “oops, looks like someone was getting too comfortable.” she throws a teasing glance over her shoulder, her voice laced with playful mockery. “better hurry, princess. you’ve got a show to do in, what… five minutes? three minutes.”

she pulled away, that teasing smile still playing on her lips, and turned to yujin, who was leaning against the makeup table, watching the exchange with an almost feline grace. a slow smirk spread across yujin’s face as she met your gaze, a knowing look that mirrored karina’s.

then, with theatrical flair, karina grabbed your pants, which had been carelessly tossed over a nearby chair, and threw them at you. they landed in a crumpled heap at your feet. “wouldn't want you going on stage half… dressed, would we?” the laughter in her voice was low and rich, the kind that made your stomach twist in a pleasant sort of knot.

the sound of fabric rustling came from your left. you glanced over to see yujin straightening her top, smoothing down a non-existent crease. you could hear the soft click of a button being fastened, the sound somehow echoing in the strangely quiet room. both of them were watching you now, their amusement palpable. their eyes were like dark pools reflecting the glow of the stage lights, holding a wicked glint that simultaneously teased and intrigued.

“oh, and tell sakura unnie i send my regards.” yujin called over her shoulder, the playful tone doing nothing to soothe the flush creeping up your neck. you watched, dumbstruck, as both she and karina, a mirror-image smirk on her own face, walked out of the room, leaving you alone.

the room felt suddenly cold, the earlier heat replaced by a chilling wave of embarrassment. your cheeks were burning, no doubt a vibrant shade of red. your entire body tingled with the memory of karina's touch and the shared heat between you and yujin. they had been playing with you, teasing you, and you'd fallen for it hook, line, and sinker.

you could picture them now, probably giggling together outside the door. how could you be so easily distracted? you were a professional, an idol, a performer! you had a show to do, and here you were, pants on the floor, heart pounding, and a blush that could probably be seen from space.

before you could think anything else, loud, hurried knocks echo against the dressing room door. following that, you hear the voice of chaewon, your groupmate, calling your name in a hurried and clearly irritated tone. “we are waiting for you to start our performance! if you don't put on your outfit and bring your ass to the stage right now, you know you're going to regret it later!”

the night would definitely be longer than you expected…

[midnightbears]

✿ tell 'em how the crowds went wild! tell 'em how i hope they shine!

⎯ in which you look back on how grateful you are for the opportunity bestowed upon you. aka: you joined the opla's cast!

#STARRING. iñaki godoy, mackenyu, jacob romero, taz skylar, emily rudd ft. fem!reader [elle fanning 4 faceclaim but u can imagine y/n anyway u wish!].

#TAGS. sfw, kind of context, a bit of smau but its tiny. mentions of covid just in case it's triggering?

#NOTE. pardon my rusty writing but i really wanted to get this out!!! i added an oc from one piece for the sake of the story but she's barely mentioned so uuuh yuh! timeline may be wrong but i work with what i'm given please bear with me. let me know if you would like more fics of this y/n??? ALSO IGNORE THE WATERMARKS ON THE PHOTOS I NEEDED TO MAKE THEM NEATER

© midnightbears on tumblr, apr 2024. please do not repost to another platform, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

In the past, if someone were to come up to you and tell you that you’d be a part of the One Piece Live Action main cast in the future, you would’ve probably laughed in their faces despite your wishful thinking.

At that time, you were content with your work, doing short theatre plays with companies or gaining minor roles in musicals. Everything changed when you landed the role for the one-woman show Fleabag for a limited time on London’s West End after the leading actress underwent emergency surgery for an appendectomy. You only acted as the sex-obsessed mess of a woman for about three weeks, but it was enough time for people to notice you, to really see you.

You believed your career had reached its pinnacle when you were cast as Katherine Howard in Six: The Musical in London. Your name had become somehow well-known in the musical theatre world, and you had a small but dedicated fan base who liked uploading edits of you being a dork during the Megasix on YouTube and TikTok. 

Months later, you were bound to play as Fantine for Les Miserables when COVID abruptly struck, and you were dismayed that your job was ripped from you so abruptly. Your best friend, the sweetest person on earth, insisted on you moving in with her in fear that you’d be evicted from your apartment.

Months passed, and you eventually found a small way to help your friend pay rent by offering singing and acting lessons online to musical-aspiring teenagers. Since you had gained many followers from your earlier work on social media, it didn’t surprise you when the classes became sold out.

Your friend also convinced you to create a YouTube channel for you to upload videos of yourself (sometimes joined by her) where you watched and commented shitty movies, followed DIY tutorials just for the fun of it, performed covers of your favorite songs, and just generally vlogged your life (along with reactions to Taylor Swift’s (From The Vault) songs).

At first, you thought it was pretty stupid, but you were delightfully proved wrong when your videos harbored over 200k-300k views on a bad day, so you found no reason to stop as COVID-19 continued, growing to gain a little over five hundred thousand followers. Your reactions were often used for TikTok audios or clips, so you found your popularity growing and evolving during that year.

You believed yourself to be a general, simple woman. People liked you because you were elegant and levelheaded, although you could sometimes be chaotic. You also had a subtle sense of humor that many found charming. But mostly, you grew a steady fan base because your videos and presence comforted countless young adults and teenagers.

You were an optimist and a reassuring one, so during the times when COVID was so prominent, people sought refuge from the monstrosities of the world in your videos, where you seemed to connect with them even though you were on the other side of the screen.

However, everything changed somewhere in 2020-2021. That evening, your best friend got home from work with excitement practically oozing out of her every pore. You and your best friend were avid anime watchers and manga readers, so you couldn’t help the face you made when she told you that One Piece was getting a live-action.

Although you were skeptical, your friend practically insisted you send an audition tape. You grimaced at that. It was well-known that live anime actions were almost always corny and cringeworthy compared to the original work, and people never liked them. You had learned that much from Death Note and a couple of others. However, your best friend convinced you with this argument:

“If it’s that bad, then at least you’ll gain more followers out of the memes that people will make, and if it’s good, you’ll still get famous anyway!”

Eventually, you sent a video of you performing one of the lengthy monologues from Fleabag to your agency and simply hoped for the best. Your friend was practically rooting for you to get the role of Anastasia, one of the first integrants of the Straw Hat crew, joining before Sanji and after Usopp. You adored her as she greatly reminded you of your late mother, although you would be happy with any role.

Somewhere in November 2021, you remember a lot of screaming and crying. When you try to look back on it, all you remember is the happiness you felt when you received confirmation of the role of Anastasia. You were practically over the moon, and you and your friend celebrated inside your small apartment. You were entirely alone, just two drunk girls dancing and cheering, until one of the neighbors knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

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yourusername actually lost for words and filled to the brim with gratitude...... i cannot express how excited i am to play my girl anastasia and bring her to life. from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me. your faith in me means everything. congrats to iñaki, emily, jacob, mackenyu and taz, thank you to onepiecenetflix, thank you to my best friend for convincing me to audition for the role, and thank you, oda sensei, for putting anastasia's heart in my hands. love u all <3

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November 10, 2021

y/nsfanclub.02, AAAAAAAA SO EXCITED FOR THIS I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

⤷ starl6ighwnb, LIKE FR IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE THIS IS INSANE

user8392y3r927y, HELLO YOUR GRACE ANASTASIA

inakigo, Congrats!!!!!!!!

taz_skylar, 🔥🔥🔥

The One Piece fan base dearly loved the character of Anastasia, a well-mannered, bubbly, upbeat, fashion-loving duchess who always spoke in a Transatlantic accent but also had a quick wit and a bit of a sweet tooth. Anastasia’s dream was to become the most dangerous pirate to ever grace the seas and prove everyone who doubted her wrong.

Of course, with a big character came a big responsibility.

Sometimes, insecurity nearly got the better of you. You had to fill huge shoes, and there were many people to convince and impress. However, your love for this project was bigger than the gnawing uncertainty on the back of your neck, so you continued strongly until the end of Season One, finding comfort in your cast mates and the countless people who counted on you and, most importantly, believed in you.

Oda handpicked you, and that argument alone was enough to shoot any insecurities away.

Well, needless to say, people loved you!

Critics acclaimed your portrayal of the character, as well as the commendable chemistry you shared with the rest of the cast. The fans found it incredibly funny that your character was the complete opposite of how you actually acted in real life, and you often found yourself blissfully immersed in the fan base's love and praise.

Your channel and social media suddenly grew tenfold. Although you had stopped uploading videos every week due to the recording of season one, your followers were more than happy to wait for your return, and as one would expect, they were thrilled to have you back once you did upload a vlog explaining everything.

Over the course of the six months, you had been recording from time to time for a YouTube video in the set. Previously, you had asked the producers for permission to record some behind-the-scenes for your channel and your usual interactions with the rest of the cast with your personal Sony camera, as you felt it would be a nice way to bring the fans and the cast closer.

The producers gave the okay on the condition that you would wait until the first season aired on Netflix. You happily agreed and carefully began recording some scenes of your dressers and hairdressers as they prepared you, a few shots of your instructor showing you how you were supposed to use the guns that Anastasia employed... simple things.

Back in the day, you were still getting acquainted with the other cast members, and you didn't want to seem rude by forcibly making them appear on your videos, so you waited for a few weeks until you could properly call yourself companions. Then, you invited them to appear in the videos.

Iñaki, Taz, and Jacob liked to take advantage of the little free time they had between scenes they didn't appear in to innocently steal your camera and use it to their heart's content. One day, you got home only to find the memory card was completely full. It was an extensive video of them walking around the set, with Taz recording while Kiki and Jacob pointed out random stuff to the people who lived inside your camera, as Jacob liked to call them.

Mackenyu, being more reserved and introverted, mostly liked to act as a cameraman for you as you showed the props you used and other things, often making comments or turning the camera around whenever you referred to something.

Meanwhile, Emily had a natural knack for being in front of the camera. Whenever you asked her to join in, she effortlessly slipped into the co-host role, bantering with you and adding her own insights into the behind-the-scenes world of the show.

With the first season out of the way, you took the time to carefully pick what videos you wanted to use in the final tape, and it took you a little over a month and a half to properly edit it and turn it into a wonderful thirty-minute-long behind-the-scenes. You even sent it to the producers and your co-stars in case there was a scene they wanted deleted. Fortunately, they all gave you the okay.

You teased the video a bit on your Instagram before uploading it a few days later, and the support it received was out of this world. It gained over two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes.

You were kind of expecting this. While some BTS had already been uploaded on YouTube, yours was different because you were showing it from your perspective. The fans loved every second of it, and even started asking for a second or third part. You even saw new videos on YouTube of recompilations from your video with the titles being silly things like The One Piece Cast Being Chaotic for Seven Minutes.

At that moment, your life felt so full. You were getting contacted by industries who wanted you to appear on their videos and their stages, thousands of fans who loved you, and a feeling so peculiar that this would be eternal.

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November 10, 2023

morganlogoff, love love love you💗💗💗

curlikaqy, NO ONE KNOWS I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

emilyrudd, GIRL I WANT TO SEE YOU COME BACK TO AMERICA

bookofjacob, missing your camera hours💔

[stranger-angel0401]

You Should Hate Me

Pairing: Soren x Reader

Description: Soren and reader share a night together before the final battle

CW: None, I think?

No pronouns used for reader, no use of y/n

Okay okay I KNOW this is super similar to another one I've written and YES I can't stop writing the night before the final battle but I love that episode sm ok this is the last one (it's probably not)

When Ezran appeared back at the top of the Storm Spire riding a dragon, you hadn’t expected him to bring company. You wouldn’t even have paid attention if he hadn’t cried out.

“Callum, Rayla! We need your help!”

As Ezran dismounts the dragon, another figure slides off its back and falls to the floor. The person has overgrown blonde hair, and light stubble. He is wearing a full suit of armor, and he is gasping for air.

“...Soren?”

“This guy again?”

Rayla glares at him, and Callum steps forward. 

“What’s Soren doing here?”

“Stop asking questions, help him!”

Ezran’s scolding kicks Callum into gear.

“Oh right, breathing!”

You step back as he performs the breathing spell, and Soren gasps for air. He takes a moment to orient himself, looking wildly around the room. It’s not until his eyes land on you that he finds his words.

“I-is this the afterlife?”

It’s so stupid, and so incredibly Soren-like, and you want to rush over to him, but you don’t. After all, you’re still angry with him for choosing Viren, right?

Rayla rolls her eyes, and Callum sighs.

“No, it’s still just..the life. Still. You’re alive.”

When you finally speak, your voice comes out softer than you intend.

“What are you doing here?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After Soren had revealed Viren’s latest actions, you’d found yourself needing a moment. Your head was spinning, both from the info-dump, and from Soren being here to begin with, so you’d retreated to the pinnacle. You sit with your legs dangling over the edge, crying softly. You’re doomed, you’ve decided. Your friends, Zym, Xadia. You nearly fall off the mountain when a voice from behind you pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Hey.”

At the sound of Soren’s voice, you quickly wipe your face, attempting to appear angry, or at least indifferent. The last time you’d seen Soren, he’d been bedridden, unable to walk. But you’d had time to reflect since then. Time to reflect on how he’d chosen his father over you. How could you blame him?

“You’re walking.”

Your tone is dry, but you allow him to sit beside you. He keeps a small distance at first, testing the waters.

“Yeah, uh- Claudia.”

Honestly, what did you expect? How else would this ‘miracle’ have happened?

“And what terrible acts did she commit for that to happen?”

He stays silent for a moment, and you grimace.

“S-sorry.”

“No, you’re right. She uh- she wouldn’t tell me. I think it was pretty bad. Turned part of her hair white.”

You nod. He shifts uncomfortably, and the two of you sit in silence for a few minutes. You startle him when you finally speak.

“Soren, why are you here? Why didn’t you go home? You could’ve gone back to the castle, avoided the entire battle. Instead you’re here. Why?”

He inhales deeply and starts fiddling with his fingers.

“I’m a crown guard. I have to protect the king. The true king. Plus, I- I needed to see you again. I needed to tell you that I’m so sorry for letting you walk away alone, and for what happened with the dragon, and everything in between. You- you’re all I have left, and I understand if you hate me, but I needed to see you.”

You don’t respond, you can’t find the words to. Instead, you allow your hand to find his own, barely letting the tips of your fingers touch his. He hesitates at first, but slowly lays his own hand over yours, and you don’t retreat. You relish in the warmth, his large hand enveloping your own, and you sit in the silence together. At some point, you find your head dropping against his shoulder. He tenses for a moment, afraid to move, before slowly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You let him. He doesn’t speak, but his thumb rubbing soft circles against your back says everything it needs to, for now. 

That night, Callum and Rayla declare that everyone should rest before the battle. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself doing anything but. Tossing and turning, and stressing about what tomorrow will bring. After what you think must be an hour, you leave your makeshift bed, frustrated. You’d chosen to sleep on the pinnacle, mainly for privacy, but now the isolation is getting to you. You sigh as you sit on the edge once again, refusing to wake anyone else. The silence of the night surrounds you, until the sound of footsteps approaches behind you. You stand, quickly grabbing your sword, ready to attack. That is, until you see Soren. He’s wearing pajamas, and he looks scared. The sight shocks you a little, and your sword clatters to the ground.

“Sorry! I’m sorry! I thought-”

“Relax, it’s okay. I didn’t mean to startle you, I don’t blame you though.”

You should’ve expected this. As it was, Soren had insisted on sleeping at the bottom of the steps to the pinnacle, insisting that if anyone wanted to get to you, they’d go through him first. You motion towards your makeshift bed, not making eye contact.

“It uh- it’s a little chilly up here.”

Soren nods and sits down, waiting for you. When you join him, he wraps the blanket around your shoulders, making sure you’re taken care of before himself.

“I’m sorry for scaring you. I just- I couldn’t sleep. Knowing that my dad is bringing an army here..it’s scary, you know? And- and it feels like my fault.”

You shake your head.

“It is not your fault, Soren. It is scary though. I..couldn’t sleep either.”

Soren shivers lightly, and you lean against him, attempting to share your blanket.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be keeping you up. I can uh- head back to my bed.”

You pause for a moment, but when he starts to stand you grab his arm.

“Stay with me?”

He looks at you for a moment, and how can he say no when you’re looking at him like that? He nods and sits down, pausing awkwardly. You hesitate for a moment before gently pushing against his chest until he starts to lay down. You lie next to him, and find yourself nose to nose with him, sharing a pillow. It’s not the first time you’ve laid together. When you were younger you’d sneak into each others’ quarters nearly every night, but long gone were the days of sleeping on each others’ bedroom floors. One night he’d insisted you lay with him, and it had quickly evolved into a nightly event. One of you would sneak to the other’s room and crawl into bed with them, before you’d fall asleep in Soren’s arms. You’d never been awake to see the way he’d look at you, how sometimes he’d stay awake all night to make sure you were still breathing, still with him. You were always worth the bags under his eyes. 

It doesn’t take Soren long to pull you into his arms, but he starts out slow, unsure of where your relationship stands. You understand he’s giving you an out to tell him that you’re uncomfortable, that you don’t want this. Instead, you surprise him by pulling him closer, tucking your head under his chin and burying your face against his shoulder. He tenses, just like earlier, but only waits a few seconds before tightening his grip on you. It’s silent for a few minutes, until Soren sniffles, and you realize your hair is damp under his chin. You pull away from his chest to look at his face, and his eyes are red with tears. You reach up to touch his cheek and he flinches away before allowing himself to melt into your gentle touch. A tenderness he only receives from you.

“Soren, what’s wrong? Is it your dad? We’re gonna beat him, I know we will.”

He shakes his head.

“I just- I didn’t think I’d ever see you again, and- and I thought if I did..you’d hate me. You should hate me. But instead you’re here, in my arms, and I just- I promise, I’ll never let anything bad happen to you. I’ll never hurt you again.”

You brush a strand of hair out of his face, and you want to cry at how he flinches. You wonder what Viren has done to him. You continue to run your fingers through his hair. It’s greasy and dirty, a symbol of how long he’s been on his own, all to get to you. 

“Soren, I could never hate you. You piss me off sometimes, but I’ll never hate you.”

He removes a hand from your waist, gently resting it on your cheek. It feels like when you were young teenagers breaking the rules, yet so much more than that. You stare into each other's eyes for what feels like hours, until you find yourselves leaning closer to each other. Your lips finally meet, and you feel Soren communicating everything he’s never been able to say. 

I’m sorry.

You’re everything to me.

I’ll never leave you again.

When he pulls away, he looks nervous, as if he’s scared he’s ruined everything again. But instead of scolding him or pushing him away, you hug him tightly and hide your face in his chest. You inhale his scent and realize you’ll never get enough of it, of him. You’ll never get enough of feeling his touch and seeing the way he looks at you. You understand that tonight has changed you both forever, but that is a conversation that can wait until after the world is saved. And long after you fall asleep in his arms, Soren lies awake, relishing in the way he can feel your soft breath against his neck. He swears to every primal source individually that he will protect you from whatever may come, that he will gladly lay down his life if it means you survive, and he does not regret the lack of sleep that comes in the morning. 

[tzifron]

What Boeing did to all the guys who remember how to build a plane

by Maureen Tkacik

March 28, 2024

https://prospect.org/infrastructure/transportation/2024-03-28-suicide-mission-boeing/

John Barnett had one of those bosses who seemed to spend most of his waking hours scheming to inflict humiliation upon him. He mocked him in weekly meetings whenever he dared contribute a thought, assigned a fellow manager to spy on him and spread rumors that he did not play nicely with others, and disciplined him for things like “using email to communicate” and pushing for flaws he found on planes to be fixed.

“John is very knowledgeable almost to a fault, as it gets in the way at times when issues arise,” the boss wrote in one of his withering performance reviews, downgrading Barnett’s rating from a 40 all the way to a 15 in an assessment that cast the 26-year quality manager, who was known as “Swampy” for his easy Louisiana drawl, as an anal-retentive prick whose pedantry was antagonizing his colleagues. The truth, by contrast, was self-evident to anyone who spent five minutes in his presence: John Barnett, who raced cars in his spare time and seemed “high on life” according to one former colleague, was a “great, fun boss that loved Boeing and was willing to share his knowledge with everyone,” as one of his former quality technicians would later recall.

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But Swampy was mired in an institution that was in a perpetual state of unlearning all the lessons it had absorbed over a 90-year ascent to the pinnacle of global manufacturing. Like most neoliberal institutions, Boeing had come under the spell of a seductive new theory of “knowledge” that essentially reduced the whole concept to a combination of intellectual property, trade secrets, and data, discarding “thought” and “understanding” and “complex reasoning” possessed by a skilled and experienced workforce as essentially not worth the increased health care costs. CEO Jim McNerney, who joined Boeing in 2005, had last helmed 3M, where management as he saw it had “overvalued experience and undervalued leadership” before he purged the veterans into early retirement.

“Prince Jim”—as some long-timers used to call him—repeatedly invoked a slur for longtime engineers and skilled machinists in the obligatory vanity ��leadership” book he co-wrote. Those who cared too much about the integrity of the planes and not enough about the stock price were “phenomenally talented assholes,” and he encouraged his deputies to ostracize them into leaving the company. He initially refused to let nearly any of these talented assholes work on the 787 Dreamliner, instead outsourcing the vast majority of the development and engineering design of the brand-new, revolutionary wide-body jet to suppliers, many of which lacked engineering departments. The plan would save money while busting unions, a win-win, he promised investors. Instead, McNerney’s plan burned some $50 billion in excess of its budget and went three and a half years behind schedule.

Swampy belonged to one of the cleanup crews that Boeing detailed to McNerney’s disaster area. The supplier to which Boeing had outsourced part of the 787 fuselage had in turn outsourced the design to an Israeli firm that had botched the job, leaving the supplier strapped for cash in the midst of a global credit crunch. Boeing would have to bail out—and buy out—the private equity firm that controlled the supplier. In 2009, Boeing began recruiting managers from Washington state to move east to the supplier’s non-union plant in Charleston, South Carolina, to train the workforce to properly put together a plane.

[himehikoshrine]

Jack Jeanne Explainers: Takarazuka Revue

This post is a quick and probably incomplete overview of Takarazuka Revue specifically for the context of its inspiration on Jack Jeanne, for reference. It's a basic overview but it's not intended as a guide to the form and fandom.

Takarazuka Revue (JP: 宝塚歌劇団) is likely the most direct influence on the game. It also has a very dedicated fan base that maintains robust English Language resources, so if this aspect of things intrigues you, it is quite accessible to dive further into.

Takarazuka Revue is an all-female musical theater company founded in 1913 and based out of the city of Takarazuka. All roles, male and female, are played by women. It also has an associated training school, the Takarazuka Music School.

The original pitch for the game was an All Boys Revue School, so the reference starts at the very beginning, as a kind of gender swap of Takarazuka.

You may notice that the term used here for "Revue" 『歌劇』 is the same one that the game uses. It gets translated sometimes as "opera" sometimes as "theater" - in general the term does mean "opera" but it's pretty clearly not opera that they're training - it's being used as "Revue" the same way that Takarazuka uses it. Which is, loosely speaking, musical theater.

Continued below the cut --

(I suspect that the similarities in first sound and also first character between 宝塚 - Takarazuka and 玉阪 - Tamasaka are intentional as well)

Takarazuka was founded by a businessman looking for an attraction to draw people to the city and settled on the idea of an All Female Musical Revue and a focus on more western style musical, mostly, as far as I know, as a business decision and a feeling that traditional styles of Kabuki were falling out of favor with most people. It drew heavily from French Musical Revue. The full history of the company, like I said, is well documented in English, and is longer than I can get into, here.

Compare and contrast this to the information we get about the 13th Himehiko, the current principal's great-grandfather, Chuza Dairi. He's said to have been born during the Meiji era and lived into the Showa era, and was fascinated by western style musicals. He's credited with the name Univeil, and starting to use the Jack and Jeanne terms.

Takarazuka stands in contrast to a long line of male exclusive theater forms in Japan. Japan, of course, also puts on co-ed musicals, both originals and adaptations, like the rest of the world, but Takarazuka is very much, to use the phrase the game uses, the "pinnacle of all-female revues."

This image is of a showcase from 1930, where you can see the lavish, european revue style inspiration clearly.

In Takarazuka, male roles are called otokoyaku (男役) - which just means 'men's roles' and is the term Jack Jeanne uses for what "Jack" roles are. Female roles are called musumeyaku (娘役) - which translates to 'girl/maiden/daughter roles'. The game actually uses onnayaku (女役) or women's roles when introducing Jeannes.

(Worth noting that the character Kisa plays in the Newcomers' Performance is translated as Maiden but is 娘 (musume) in Japanese which means occasionally when she or other characters are talking about "playing the role of the maiden" they are saying "musumeyaku" which I think is probably an intentional reference.)

Takarazuka puts on Musicals as well as both song and dance revues. It adapts many things, from extant musicals to manga to film, as well as history and classic stories. It has a reputation for being bright, sparkly, and lavish in costuming and set design and dramatic in style.

The voice actor for Tancho, the singing teacher and head of Rhodonite, is a former Takarazuka Otokoyaku. Tancho's outfits and style of speech are directly taken from Takarazuka. The feathers Tancho wears are part of the standard Revue portion of Takarazuka shows.

Right - Tancho's image, from the website, Left - Tancho's voice actor, Nanami Hiroki, from the Asashi article announcing her retirement from Takarazuka, showing her wearing one of the typical feather backed outfits that leads appear in parades after performances.

Otokoyaku are the stars of Takarazuka and tend to draw the biggest crowd and they get top billing, though each troupe tends to have a top Otokoyaku and top Musumeyaku, decided by a complex mix of seniority (especially for otokoyaku) and gradings. I will stop short of saying these are kind of like Jack Ace and Al Jeannes of a class, though. The Musumeyaku is expected to support her Otokoyaku. Using the terms Jack Jeanne uses, for Takarazuka, the Otokoyaku is essentially always the Flower, the Musumeyaku the Vessel, which is more standardized than the point of view of characters at Univeil.

The top Otokoyaku and top Musumeyaku are called the Top Combi (コンビ). Takarazuka and its fandom use that, rather than Partner (パートナー) that Jack Jeanne is fond of, which carries a potentially romantic connotation.

Takarazuka expects its actresses to maintain a more masculine or very feminine (depending on their role) persona on and off stage, and the expectations for behavior and appearance are quite strict even off stage. For example, much like Idols, they are expected to not date, let alone marry and have kids, until they retire.

EDIT: Someone who knows more than me let me know that the rules for dating are slightly more lax now, and relationships are tolerated so long as they are kept strictly out of the public eye - though still no marriage.

Jack Jeanne remains frustratingly vague on the rules for this during school -- No one seems to think dating itself is an issue, but Ao does say that it would 'cause trouble' if people saw them holding hands. So perhaps we're supposed to imagine something similar? But back to the post.

Takarazuka is divided into several different Troupes (組, kumi, read as gumi when used after the name of a troupe). They currently have five.

They break down as follows

Flower Troupe (Hanagumi 花組) - 1921 Moon Troupe (Tsukigumi 月組) - 1921 Snow Troupe (Yukigumi 雪組) - 1924 Star Troupe (Hoshigumi 星組) -1933-1939, reestablished 1948 Cosmos Troupe (Soragumi 宙組) - 1998

Each troupe has a reputation, though they are fairly loosely followed, and many performances get performed by different troupes for different runs. However, I suspect this was a strong influence on the way the classes were divided in Jack Jeanne. For example, Moon Troupe is known for singing. The newest troupe, the Cosmos Troupe is written with a character in Chui's name, and their stereotype is 'experimental and tall'. Snow troupe, interestingly, is known for more traditionally Japanese works (loosely) which is a conspicuous absence from Univeil, especially considering Tamasakaza's style is said to be more traditional than Takarazuka's -- closer to kabuki, even.

In Takarazuka, stars are sorted into these upon graduation. The Music School is probably better as a whole separate post.

The term "Newcomer's Performance" used in the game to refer to the first show of the year is also used in Takarazuka -- shinjin kouen (新人公演), where it has the meaning of a different casting of a play with all newer Takarasiennes (a term used for the actresses of Takarazuka).

The specific announcement that Tsuki makes in the intro is almost exactly, in both wording and tone, the announcement made before each Takarazuka play. His outfit in that scene is a version of a very famous style of Takarazuka Costume, inspired by fancy French dress and specifically the manga Rose of Versaille, whose adaptation is one of Takarazuka's most iconic plays.

I would strongly encourage you to browse their official English Language site (or Japanese one, if you can read it), which can be found here : Takarazuka Revue

While you're there, if you're there for Jack Jeanne reasons, it may be interesting to pay attention to the use of the word "dream" which is one of the theme/motif words of Jack Jeanne, and is use heavily in Takarazuka's official material as well as writings on the subject.

Had to throw this in because these? These are the Takarazuka words right there. Well, their official Motto is "Modesty, Fairness, Grace" or "Be Modest, Be Proper, Be Graceful" (which is a whole lot to unpack elsewhere) but unofficially it could be "So Dreamy and Sparkly."

You'll probably get a more thorough history on the website, too, than I provided.

Rather than make this even longer, I'm going to make a separate post on Takarazuka Music School, the path into Takarazuka, and it's similarities and difference with what we know about Univeil.

I'm by no means an expert of Takarazuka, and I should probably defer to people more involved in the fandom for that, but if anyone has anything to add that I missed in this brief post, please please reblog and add! If you have any questions, I can try to answer, asks should be open!

[artemis1214]

'The Little Siren', The Little Mermaid AU

Alright, you asked, I delivered. Here is Chapter One of 'The Little Siren' 🧜🏼‍♀️

Inspired by @fanfictionreader0307 AU of Esme and Alastor

Also, feel free to add to this or continue this AU with your own ideas. I love it when readers take Esme in different directions. 💗

If you would like more AUs within Esme's story, please check out my AU book on Wattpad. 🥰

'The Little Siren' Hazbin Hotel OC AU

Warnings: Light cursing, cheesy disney, oc x canon pairing

Deep within the seas of the Gulf of Mexico, lay a hidden city of wonder full of shimmering seas, harps, and music. The seven seas were ruled by numerous different leaders, each possessing a specific power to gain control of their own territory. This particular gulf, warmed by the southern sun, was ruled by the Voxtek, a group of aquatic creatures with abilities envied by the surrounding fish. The seas and the land never mixed, with those beneath the surface fearing those walking on land, and those bipedal humans wondering about the hidden mysteries of the world below. 

There was one in particular who was constantly drawn to the unknown, a free spirit named Esme, the siren daughter of Vox the ruler of the sixth sea. As she was next in line to the monarchy, she was protected by most of the fish. Not that she needed it of course, with her voice emitting a hypnotic siren’s call that could easily warp the minds of those around her. But she never used it. She wasn’t like the other aquatic demons of her sea, finding the outside world to be fascinating and wanting to know more about this world. The world that she could hear from the waters, their songs and music. She longed to feel the warmth of the sun on her scales, to be able to lay in the sand and be amongst them in their luxurious parties. She would watch them from afar, seeing how several of them danced along the sand with multicolored beads around their necks and drinks in their hands. She wondered what their lives were like. 

She often explored the waters of her father’s land, scoring several treasurers from nearby shipwrecks and storing them in her hideout for safekeeping. She would swim there often, relaxing and imagining what it would be like to be in their company. They couldn’t all be as bad as the stories her father told her, could they?

Angel, a fellow merperson and her most trusted companion swam alongside her as he explored her finds, “Just imagine the parties we could have with this stuff here. With all the music they’re makin’ I-” 

“Music?!” Esme perks up from her rock, her fins standing up at attention on the side of her head, “The concert! Oh my goodness, he’s going to kill me!” She quickly swam up and took Angel by the hand, “We have to go!” 

The two swam off back to the headquarters, where she would surely be reprimanded for missing her father’s affair. It was a special one, where she was to be introduced as second in command for the throne. A siren performing a concert to remember and keeping all of their society in check under her control. 

~ Small Time Skippy ~ 

“I just don’t know what we are going to do with you!” Vox scolded her, 

“Daddy, I’m sorry, I just forgot! I-” 

“As a result of your careless behavior I-” 

“It was completely carelesssss and recklesssss!” Her father’s assistant, Pentious added from his side. He was assigned to aid Vox in his responsibilities, although he often failed even the most simple of tasks. 

“The entire celebration wa-” 

“Well, it wass ruined! That’s all! Completely destroyed! This was the pinnacle of my distinguissssshed career. And now I-” 

Angel was listening from afar, frantically shaking his head in frustration until he couldn’t take it anymore and swam over, “Yeah, well, it wasn’t her fault!” He shouted, something out of character from him, as he too was partly owned by her father’s monarchy. 

The ruler scowled at him. 

“Uhhh ya know…first there was a shark that chased us and we ran, and then the seagull was l-” 

Vox rolled his eyes and rested against his throne until his mind clicked and he sat up straight, “Seagull?” He announced, standing up, making Angel swim away and hide behind Esme, who shot him a nasty glare. 

“You went up to the surface again, didn’t you? Didn’t you!?”

“Well, nothing happened…” 

“Esme, how many times are we gonna talk about this? You could have been seen by one of those barbaric humans!”

Esme’s fins fluttered on her head, expressing annoyance, “They’re not barbarians!” 

“They are dangerous! Do you think I want to see my only child, the next in line of this throne, end up on the tip of some fisherman’s hook?!” He grabs her by the shoulders, but she wiggles free of his grasp, 

“Oh, for heavens sake, I’m 27 years old. I’m an adult! I’m not a child anymore.” 

“Don’t you raise your voice to me! As long as you live under this sea, you will follow my rules like everyone else!” 

Esme rolls her eyes and waves her arms in the water desperately, “If you would just rela-” 

“Shut the hell up!” He yells, “You are not to go to the surface again, do understand?! Never!” 

Her eyes glow brightly in frustration and she swims off as not to show any sign of weakness. Her father slumps back down into his chair, Pentious slithering up against the arm, “Hmphm, daughters, they think they know everything. If you give them the ability, they’ll swim all over you.” 

“Do you think I was too harsh?” 

“Definitely not ssssir! Why, if Esme was my daughter, I’d show her who was bosssss! No more surface nonsense, no sir I’d keep her under tight control.” 

An idea sparks. 

“You’re absolutely right, Pen.” 

“Of coursssse!” 

“Esme needs constant supervision.” 

“Constant.” 

“Someone to watch over her, keep her in line.” 

Pentious nods obliviously, “All the time.” 

“And YOU, are just the snake to do it!” 

~ Small Time Skip ~ 

“How do I get dragged into thisss? I should be making symphoniessss!” Pen grumbled to himself as he slithered through the castle in a huff, “Not chasing after some headstrong woman!” He hears a whoosh of water and turns his head to the sound, noticing Esme and Angel mumbling to one another before swimming off. “What is this one up to?” 

He took off after them, eventually following them back to their secret hideout. As he made his way inside, his eyes sparkled as they landed on several artifacts throughout the enclosure. The sight of gems, oil paintings, and books tucked away in the rocky walls. 

“Es, are you okay?” Angel asks, curling up next to her. 

“If only he could understand…” She begins, “I just don’t see things the way he does….I don’t see how a world that makes such wonderful things…could be so bad?” 

Look at this stuff, isn’t it neat? 

Wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete?

Wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, 

The girl who has everything…

She spins around in the water, her dark blue hair circling around her in a lively bounce as her eyes dance across the glittery walls. 

Look at this trove, 

Treasures untold, 

How many wonders can one cavern hold? 

Lookin’ around here you’d think…

Sure, she’s got everything…

She swims up and grabs some dangling pocket watches, bringing them to her face for inspection. 

I’ve got gadgets and gizmos aplenty, 

I’ve got whozits and whatzits galore…

She swims over to Angel and presents him with several old records that she’s recovered from the sea, 

You want thingamabobs? 

I got 20, 

She puts them down on a nearby table, 

But who cares, 

No big deal, 

I want more….

I wanna be, 

Where the people are, 

I wanna see, 

Wanna see ‘em dancin’ 

Walkin’ around on those…

She turns to Angel, 

What do ya call ‘em?

Oh, feet. 

She swims around happily, spinning around with him as she continues, 

Flipping your fins, you don’t get too far…

Legs are required for jumpin’, dancin’ 

Strollin’ along down the…

What’s that word again? 

Streeett~ 

Up where they walk, 

Up where they run, 

Where they stay all day in the sunn, 

Wonderin’ free, 

Wish I could be, 

Part of that woorldd~ 

What would I give if I could live out of these waterss, 

What would I pay to spend a day warm on the saandd~ 

Angel snuggles into the sand next to her, smiling brightly at her enthusiasm. She pouts and rests her jaw on her webbed hand, 

Betcha on land, 

They understand, 

That they don’t reprimand their daughters, 

Bright young women, 

Sick of swimmin’, 

Ready to staaannndd~ 

And ready to know what the people know, 

Ask them my questions and get some answers, 

Pen struggles to get past a row of bottles, but he rolls back on them in vain. 

What’s a fire and why does it, 

What’s the word? 

Buuurrnnn~ 

When’s it my turn? 

Wouldn’t I love? 

She swims up towards the surface, but not quite breaking it, 

Love to explore that world up above…..

Out of the sea, 

Wish I could be….

Part of that…

World….

Pen falls off of a pile of her treasures, causing a loud crash followed by an avalanche of things. “Penny!” Esme shouts, swimming over. 

“Esme, what are- what is all thisss?” 

“It’s my um….my collection..” She shrugs with a smile. 

“Oooh…I ssssee….your collection..” He smiles, “IF YOUR FATHER KNEW ABOUT THIS PL-” 

“You’re not gonna snitch, are ya?!” Angel rushes over. 

Esme swims over, “Oh, please Pen, he’d never understand.” 

“Esssmeralda, you’re under a lot of pressure down here….come with me, I’ll take you home and get some nice warm to dri-” 

The sea becomes dark with something covering the surface, causing Esme to look up with confusion, “What do you suppose…” She swims up towards it. 

“Esme? ESME!” 

She, against all her orders, swims to the surface and peers her head out. Her emerald eyes land on a large ship, glowing brightly at the sight with her admiration. There were fireworks that lit up the sky and lively music softly singing in the distance, layered with laughter. 

Angel and Pen appear next to her. 

“Young lady, what are yo- jumpin’ jellyfish!” 

Esme takes off after the ship, her large tail breaking the water and pushing her forward, 

“Esme? Esme, come back - please!” She swims towards it and hooks her hands on the side of the ship, pulling herself out and peering in on the side. Multiple humans danced along to the lively music, several with drinks in their hands, appearing to be having a grand old time. Esme’s eyes scanned across their bodies, noting the jewels that bounced off of the women’s bodies and the feathers in their hair. 

She ran her own hand through her wet curls, tilting her head. 

They didn’t look like seagulls. 

In the mix of the people’s legs, a small cat ran across the ship, rubbing its body against the sailors. It purrs and meowed softly until it sensed something nearby and its tail puffs up. It explored the area until it made its way toward the small window Esme was hiding by. 

She gasps and pulls back, only to turn to see a small black and white cat nuzzle its head against her face, purring. 

“KeeKee, come kitty!” A soft voice called out, causing the feline to run away, through the feet of a tall gentleman and into the arms of a nearby child. 

Esme’s eyes pan up to see a tall man dancing lively with a shorter woman, the two clearly enjoying the beat of the music. Her eyes widen as she lands on his face, noting the warmth of his skin and the soft wave of his chocolate curls. 

Her eyes glow faintly. 

“Charlie, if you insist on bringing your cat on to a Mardi Gras boat, the least you can do is watch her.” He snickered with a smirk, pulling his dance partner back. 

The young girl giggled and held her kitten close, “Little KeeKee won’t be a trouble, honest!” She chirped, looking up at him with big blue eyes. 

He hummed and turned to his dance partner, “Darling, please excuse me for a moment…” He walks off to get himself a drink, unaware of the two glowing eyes following his every move. 

“Hey there, sweetcheeks!” Angel laughs, pulling himself up beside her, “Quite a show, huh?” 

“Angel, be quiet, they’ll hear you!” 

“I gotcha….” He chuckles, hanging low by her, “We are hangin’ low - we’re out to discover!” 

She gasps and covers his mouth with her hand, shaking her head and turning her attention back to the mysterious gentleman. 

“I’ve never seen a human this close before…” She begins, watching as he sits down by the piano and joins in with the music, “He’s very handsome, isn’t he?” 

Angel’s eyes narrow and he tilts his head, landing on the cat walking about, “I don’t know, he looks kind of hairy to me…” 

Esme laughs, “Not that one! The one playing the snarfblatt.” 

As time progresses, he is eventually approached by a tall woman with short blonde hair. She’s wearing a luscious dark purple gown and smiles at him as she talks, heading him a small box, “So, Alasta, I was hopin’ this would be a wedding present, but I supposed I could give it to you for your birthday since you’re getting old and whatnot.” 

He opens it, his eyes landing on a small red monocle, a change to his wardrobe. “It is lovely, my dear, thank you.” 

“Woulda looked better with a nice suit in a church but ya know…” 

“Come on, Rosie, don’t start with me.” He laughs, walking to the side of the ship, “I invited you to this celebration to welcome you to the town, not pester me.” 

“Alasta, you’re 32 years old! Don’t you think it’s time you settle down with a nice gal?” 

He laughs and sits on the side of the ship, just inches above Esme’s hiding spot, “I’m sure if love is to find me, it will on its own. I don’t believe in such silly things, why bother consuming myself with stress?” 

“I suppose it'll just hit you?” She jokes. 

“Like lightning.” He winks, soon cut off by the crash of thunder followed by several strong winds. 

Within seconds, the ship is taken over by powerful winds and waves, pushing most of those on top of it overboard forced to scamper into lifeboats. Within a boat, the young girl Esme was eyeing earlier looked up with frightened eyes, “KeeKee!” She calls out. 

Esme turns her attention back to the boat, where the small cat is shaking in fear, surrounded by flames. 

“It’s just a cat, Charlie, come on.” The man insisted, holding her from jumping from the lifeboat, 

“Alastor, please, my kitty!” 

He rolls his eyes. “Your mother would never let me hear the end of this.” He paddles towards the boat, climbing on the side of it and throwing the cat overboard. The feline struggles to swim in the strong waters, sinking but soon supported by Esme who gives her a little nudge. 

As Charlie reaches over the lifeboat, her eyes catch the shimmer of a bright tail passing by, “Woah…” She whispers. 

There’s soon a large boom and Esme looks up from underneath the water to see the debris of the ship cascading around her under the sea. She gasps and swims about, looking for the man, who she finds sinking. She wraps her arms around him and struggles to pull him back to the shore, poking her head out and making sure to keep his face above water as she uses her tail to paddle them to safety. 

The sun pokes out through the clouds, bringing light to the shore where Esme drags the poor soul to safety, still unconscious. “Argh!” She places him on the sand, collapsing next to him and taking a few deep breaths before crawling on top of him, “Is he dead?” She asks Angel who is also cautiously nearby. 

“It’s hard to say…” He lays his ear on his foot, “Oh…I can’t make out a heartbeat.” 

“No, look! He’s breathing!” She moves a stray curl away from his face, “He’s so beautiful…” She turns his face to hers to have a better look at him. His chest rises and falls with peaceful breaths, drifting in and out of consciousness. 

What would I give to live where you are? 

What would I pay to stay here beside you? 

What would I do to see you smiling at me?

Angel smiles and wiggles his eyebrows, backing up into the water to give the two some space.. Meanwhile, Pen emerges from the water, groaning as he looks up and sees the scene unfolding before him. He lunges to stop her, but Angel pulls him back. 

Where would we walk? 

Where would we run? 

If we could stay all day in the sunn~ 

Her eyes glow brightly as she tries to wake him from his state, her voice shifting into a haunting melody as her scales shine brightly from her every word. 

Just you and me….

He stirs. 

And I could be…

He feels a warm yet damp hand on his face and his eyes struggle to open, seeing a faint outline of a woman in the sunlight. He can hear her soft singing, but her words make his mind feel fuzzy and light. 

Part of your world~

Esme gasps when she hears the rapid footsteps of humans drawing near, turning and diving back into the water before they arrive. 

“Alastor!” A small voice calls out, followed by an older woman’s voice, “Al?!” The small girl races over, throwing herself on top of him with a big smile, “Found you!” She cheers, turning back to the water to see the end of Esme’s tail dive into the water, “Mermaid!”

She’s ignored.

He’s soon joined by his companions, helping him to stand up as he staggers to the sea, “A girl….there was a girl..she saved me..” He shakes his head, “Her voice was heavenly…” 

“Oh, Alasta, you must’ve hit ya head on your way to shore. Come on, let’s go home.” The woman guides him away, turning her head back to look at the small girl who was exploring the water with her kitten tucked safely in her arms, “Come, Charlie! Your parents will worry!” 

She turns and runs after them. 

Further away, Esme hides behind a sea rock as Pen yaps on and on about his orders, “We must forget this ever happened. Your father will never know…” He looks to Angel, “You won’t tell him, I won’t tell him. I will stay in one piece.” 

She begins to climb on the sea rock, keeping Alastor in her gaze with a sense of belonging and determination. 

I don’t know when, 

I don’t know how, 

But I know something’s starting right now….

She leans her body to the side, her long dark curls cascading down her shoulder, 

Watch and you’ll see…

Someday I’ll be…

Part Of Your World 🎶

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~ Artemis 🦌💗

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Functionality and aesthetics are the cornerstones of excellent washroom design. A well-designed washroom does far more than serve a basic utilitarian need; it enhances the everyday experience through its design elements. Recognizing customer needs, Avivakeeon Interio emphasizes easy access combined with an elegant design.

- Efficient Layouts: Ensuring plumbing access and fitting arrangements are both stylish and user-friendly is a key mechanical objective. Everything from the placement of the sink to the toilet and shower stall must be practical without sacrificing elegance.

- Storage Solutions: Clever storage systems such as concealed shelves or spacious under-sink cabinets effectively reduce clutter, maintaining the washroom’s sleek look.

- Aesthetic Flourish: The choice of tiles, color palettes, lighting fixtures, and hardware should all work in unison to create a sophisticated, harmonious environment.

Innovative Materials and Technologies

Modern washroom designs increasingly integrate cutting-edge materials and technologies, redefining traditional limits. Avivakeeon Interio utilizes the latest innovations to ensure washroom interiors remain at the pinnacle of contemporary design.

- Smart Systems: Integration of smart technologies such as automated lighting, sensor-driven faucets, and Wi-Fi-enabled mirrors enhances the aesthetic appeal while maximizing utility.

- Advanced Materials: Utilization of materials like engineered stone or antimicrobial ceramics that ensure hygiene and resistance to wear is swiftly becoming the norm.

- 3D Visualization: Avivakeeon Interio offers 3D visualization tools to provide a preview of renovation outcomes, allowing clients to make informed choices that align with their vision.

Sustainable and Eco-Friendly Options

Sustainability has evolved from a design trend to an essential design philosophy. Modern consumers increasingly prioritize eco-friendly materials and sustainable practices, which Avivakeeon Interio fully embraces.

- Water Efficiency: Innovative water-saving fixtures such as dual-flush toilets and low-flow showerheads reduce water usage significantly without compromising performance.

- Recycled Materials: Use of recycled tiles and sustainably sourced timber not only adds aesthetic value but also reduces the environmental footprint.

- Natural Lighting: Incorporating natural lighting can reduce electricity dependency while enhancing the washroom’s ambiance—a blend of functionality and environmental consciousness that Avivakeeon Interio champions.

Avivakeeon Interio's Unique Approach

Avivakeeon Interio is synonymous with exceptional washroominteriors. Their unique approach ensures that every washroom design they conceive is a blend of artistry and practicality, tailored to satisfy their clients' unique tastes and needs.

Customization and Personalization

The hallmark of Avivakeeon Interio’s service is its commitment to customization and personalization. Recognizing that every client possesses distinct preferences and requirements, they offer bespoke solutions that resonate with individual stylistic choices.

- Personal Taste Consultation: Clients are closely involved in the planning phase, where expert designers provide insights and suggestions based on the client’s lifestyle and aesthetic desires.

- Tailored Features: From custom vanities to unique tile designs, Avivakeeon Interio ensures each element reflects personal preference without detracting from overall functionality.

Integrating Modern and Classic Styles

Avivakeeon Interio distinguishes itself by seamlessly blending modern innovations with classic styles, thereby creating timeless washroom spaces that never fall out of vogue.

- Eclectic Mix: This blend might involve the juxtaposition of sleek modern fixtures with vintage decor elements, or a contemporary minimalist layout complemented by classic tiling patterns.

- Harmonious Balance: The integration process does not favor one style over the other; rather, it respects both to create a cohesive design that stands the test of time.

Focus on Quality and Durability

In washroom design, quality and durability are non-negotiable, because these spaces must withstand moisture and frequent usage. Avivakeeon Interio prioritizes these elements without compromise.

- Top-tier Materials: Utilization of high-quality materials such as corrosion-resistant alloys for fixtures and robust countertops ensures longevity and resilience.

- Craftsmanship Excellence: Attention to detail and superior craftsmanship in installing and finishing means that even the smallest details contribute to the washroom’s overall durability.

- Long-Term Client Satisfaction: By focusing on quality, Avivakeeon Interio guarantees their clients are satisfied not only today but for years to come, establishing an investment in a washroom space that remains pleasing and effective through the test of time.

In conclusion, transforming a washroom into a space that embodies both beauty and practicality necessitates a thorough understanding of design fundamentals, innovative technologies, and a sustainable approach. Avivakeeon Interio has mastered the art of creating exquisite washroom interiors by focusing on customization, skillfully merging different styles, and ensuring durability. These elements collectively contribute to a luxurious, yet functional, sanctuary that reflects both modern advancements and timeless elegance.

Transforming Your Washroom: Step-by-Step Guide

Embarking on a washroom renovation journey can be both exhilarating and daunting. With Avivakeeon Interio's expertise, transforming your washroom into a personal sanctuary is within reach. This step-by-step guide will walk you through the essentials, ensuring a comprehensive makeover that seamlessly blends function with style.

Initial Assessment and Planning

The linchpin of any successful renovation project is a thorough assessment and meticulous planning. Begin by critically analyzing the existing space: Is it maximized for functionality, or does it fall short in addressing your needs? Consider factors such as the size of the washroom, the current layout, and any specific issues that need attention.

Once you have a clear picture of the space, set objectives for the transformation. Do you wish to enhance the aesthetic appeal, improve storage, or upgrade fixtures for better efficiency? Consulting with professional interior designers from Avivakeeon Interio can provide valuable insights and ensure that your vision is achievable within your budget. Create a detailed timeline and budget, accounting for all potential expenses to avoid unexpected costs down the line.

Choosing the Right Color Palette and Fixtures

The choice of color palette and fixtures can significantly influence the ambiance of your washroom. A well-chosen color scheme can make a small bathroom appear larger and more inviting. Neutral tones such as whites, beiges, and light grays provide a clean and timeless backdrop, whereas bolder colors can be used to infuse character and warmth.

Select fixtures that complement your chosen palette and match the overall design theme. Modern minimalist designs often feature sleek, angular fixtures in silver or matte black, while a more traditional setting might favor vintage-style faucets and clawfoot tubs. When choosing materials, prioritize durability and ease of maintenance. Opt for high-quality finishes that resist rust and wear, ensuring longevity.

At Avivakeeon Interio, state-of-the-art technology and design aesthetics converge, providing customized fixture solutions that cater to your preference whether you lean towards contemporary or classic styles.

Incorporating Storage Solutions and Accessories

An organized washroom exudes a sense of calm and order, making efficient storage solutions imperative. Consider built-in shelving, vanity units with integrated storage, or wall-mounted cabinets to maximize available space without compromising on style.

- Vanity Units: Opt for vanities with deep drawers and compartments to house toiletries and towels neatly.

- Open Shelving: Ideal for displaying decorative items or storing frequently used items for quick access.

- Over-the-Toilet Storage: Utilize vertical space with slender cabinetry above the toilet.

Accessories can further enhance the functionality and aesthetic of your washroom. Incorporate elements like stylish towel bars, decorative mirrors, and artful lighting to personalize the space. Select these accessories to blend with your design theme for a cohesive look.

With Avivakeeon Interio's comprehensive approach to washroom design, integrating innovative storage options and accessories becomes a streamlined process, culminating in a space that is both beautiful and practical. Transform your washroom into an oasis with Avivakeeon Interio's expertise, creating an inviting retreat that mirrors your personal style.

Conclusion: Elevate Your Space with Avivakeeon Interio

In summation, Avivakeeon Interio stands at the forefront of washroom interior design, offering innovative solutions for a complete bathroom makeover. By partnering with Avivakeeon Interio, you can achieve a washroom that combines functionality with aesthetics. Whether it's sleek bathroom fixtures or harmonious color palettes, Avivakeeon Interio ensures every aspect of your washroom is meticulously crafted to perfection. Transform your bathroom into a luxurious retreat and experience the unparalleled elegance that only Avivakeeon Interio can provide.

[anonymouslyamazinglyniceee]

Nostalgia: The Magic of Christmas

More than any other holiday of the year, Christmas has always been my favorite. The joy, the food, the comfort of being with loved ones, and the basic warmth of treasured traditions all contribute to the season's magic and make it feel genuinely unique. When my adviser informs us that classes are officially out for the break, I receive an extra rush of exhilaration. It feels so good to hear that Christmas break is finally here. It's as if all of the stress of deadlines and studies simply melts away, vanishing like a whisper into the vast ocean.

It feels almost unreal, as if the weight of assignments and duties has been completely removed and my entire being feels weightless. The wind seems capable of carrying me directly to my bed, where my cozy, soft sheets are waiting for me. The thought of sleeping seems like an infinite pleasure as the fatigue from the school days melts away. I nearly want to cuddle up under my blanket and fall asleep peacefully right then and there, with nothing to worry about. The opportunity to unwind and enjoy the season without any worries is a true gift of freedom that comes with Christmas vacation.

Last December 2023, in the weeks leading up to Christmas break, I found myself caught up in a whirlwind of activity. There were rehearsals for a performance, long days exploring the city to capture scenic photographs for a project, and so much more. Each moment was exhausting, yet every bit of effort felt worthwhile because I got to share the experience with friends. We bonded over the challenges, finding joy in what felt like shared "suffering," and in the end, we accomplished everything together.

After completing all the requirements, we finally let ourselves bask in the holiday spirit, singing along to Christmas tunes like the ABS-CBN Christmas ID and "Snowman," among others. But the real highlight of December was our Christmas party in the classroom. We dressed in red, paraded around the campus alongside our juniors, and celebrated with pure joy.

Then came Simbang Gabi, the cherished tradition of attending a nine-day series of dawn masses leading up to Christmas Day. Waking up at three in the morning was a challenge to me because I’m usually not a morning person, but riding on the back of a motorcycle through the crisp, freezing air made it all unforgettable. The cold was so intense that it felt like being in the Arctic, yet the journey held a unique magic. I’ll never forget the beauty of the stars that lit up the sky—brighter and more mesmerizing than I had ever seen. Arriving at the church, surrounded by family, felt like the true heart of Christmas, making every early morning worth it.

Everything comes together on December 25th, a day that feels like the pinnacle of the entire Christmas season. On the early morning, when I woke up, I saw my family preparing ingredients for the Christmas feast. I joined and helped them finish it. When it was finished, I was speechless. It felt like every dish was served with affection as my family gathered around a feast that took hours to make, sharing stories and laughter, making it feel like every dish was served with love. The day was filled with simple yet unforgettable joys: exchanging thoughtful gifts, singing carols in the living room, and finding comfort in each other's company. Those memories are now part of a collection of Christmas experiences that I treasure deeply, each year adding new moments to hold onto.

As I think back on past Christmases, I see that while each one has its own story, the magic and warmth never change. Every December offered something unique to reflect on, whether it was the joy of enjoying Christmas at school, the anticipation of Noche Buena, or the excitement of children. I have the same sense of eagerness this year. The family meals, the Simbang Gabi masses, the laughter with friends, and the little things that make Christmas so special are all traditions I look forward to. I have faith that the spirit of the season will add another remarkable chapter to the lovely tapestry of Christmases past and future with every new celebration.

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

Did you see the 'most replayed part in bts videos' thing going on? I usually try to not participate into the popularity discourse but that YouTube feature is so interesting to me. I mean i did think before that jimin is the most popular member but not to that extent? How come in nearly every mv ever his part is the mot replayed ? Damn this is some main character shit lmao.

I remember you saying before that jimin and jungkook are the pinnacles of bts, you didn't lie ☕.

There's never going to be a performer like Jimin. That's pretty much it, really. That's why his parts in BTS MVs are the most watched, because he just has IT. Always had it. BTS themselves literally had a saying that was something about every song Jimin started being incredibly successful. They know better than anyone.

I've always tried my best to keep it #real, I just can't lie to myself. I saw the members for what they were and their potential; too bad the company didn't care about Jimin's. I know this ask is from way before solo debuts but while we're at it, I'm gonna say fuck hybe and fuck Jungkook too because he can't possibly be THAT oblivious to what's been happening with him/hybe/Jimin.

[nucleargnocchi]

In defense of Despicable Me 3

It has taken me FOREVER to get to this and I can no longer find the ask but! @squidsandthings, to answer your question of what's up with Despicable Me 3, the plain truth of it is that it is simply the pinnacle of film. Most people think it's a classic case of a company wringing every drop of profit they can from a movie that saw commercial success, dragging it out further and further with each sequel until the plot is so attenuated you can barely see it, the concept is so inane you lose brain cells watching it, and the characters are so two-dimensional they are undoubtably relatives of Stanley. But I say it's cinema at its finest. I will try to make this short, but brevity is nigh impossible when extolling the virtues of Despicable Me 3.

To start, Gru is the morally gray anti-hero this generation needs: an ingenius villain with something to prove (he has mommy issues), yet a tender family man at heart. He yearns for his past life, for the thrill of heists and gadgets and gizmos, but recognizes that he now has joys and responsibilities (the gorls) and must struggle to tame his nostalgia.

Dru, Gru's long-lost twin brother with the most luscious blond hair you've ever seen, is the hot to Gru's cold, the high to his low, the piliferously well-endowed to his follically challenged. Dru has all the charisma and charm that Gru lacks, but he is bumbling and incompetent when it comes to heisting. Yet, despite it all, he desperately wants to follow in his (and Gru's) recently deceased father's legacy of villainy, to make him posthumously proud.

The gorls are growing up: Margo receives a proposal from a boy with limp cheese and a pig, Edith remains surly yet reveals her caring nature as she accompanies Agnes to find a unicorn, and Agnes herself remains a paragon of hope and childlike wonder despite learning that unicorns aren't real, choosing to embrace a one-horned goat in what is possibly a biblical allusion to finding the beauty in imperfection. All the while, the gorls are figuring out what a relationship with their step-mom Lucy looks like, and Lucy in turn is learning what it means to be a mother.

The minions, upset with the dangerous labor conditions (Dr. Nefario was accidentally frozen in carbonite) and unfulfilling work (not evil), decide to unionize in a powerful example of proletariat uprising. Unfortunately, they later get imprisoned for stealing pizza after enthralling fictional and real-life audience members alike by performing a spectacular impromptu rendition of the Major-general's Song on a live singing competition. They then stage a jailbreak like the radical prison abolitionists they are and find their way back to continue a life of crime with Dru.

With such a star-studded cast of characters, you'd think there would be no way to steal the spotlight, but the antagonist, Balthazar Bratt, manages to outshine them all. Bratt is nuanced and realistic with a tragic, compelling backstory (teenage acne) who clings to a delusion of fame after his TV show as a child actor was canceled. He is stylish and funky, bringing all the best parts of the '80s back to life with his superior sense of fashion (I mean, who else can pull off spiky purple shoulderpads and not look monstrous?), immense bravery (he sports a spiky, gleaming mullet despite his large bald patch), and multipurpose choice of weaponry (keytar that emits waves of sonic energy strong enough to blow not just your socks, but all of your clothes off to the tune of Van Halen's "Jump").

In all, Despicable Me 3 is undoubtably a cinematic masterpiece through and through.

Also, it's an inside joke with my cousin that I've taken waaaay too far.

[carexclusive]

Irish Driving Tour: A 5-Day Event by Performance Car Exclusive  

Supercar owners are always on the search for the finest roads where they can unleash the powerful acceleration of their speed machines without a second thought. After all, even though supercars, the pinnacle of automotive engineering, demand high maintenance throughout the years, they are designed to seamlessly glide through racetracks and expressways at a blistering pace. Therefore, as a supercar owner who’s in love with his/her ride, it is your duty to take your luxury vehicle out for some adventure every once in a while.   

Eliminating the Risks from Supercar Adventures  

We completely understand how costly supercar adventures can become if the road conditions don’t favour your car’s speed, acceleration, tyres, and low ground clearance. Moreover, most roads aren’t made for supercars, meaning a supercar can take a lot of damage even if one drives it responsibly. This is where Performance Car Exclusive comes in. They are a car membership club where supercar owners can enrol to access exclusive supercar events that happen all year round at beautiful destinations that make for memorable adventures.   

“Our community is a welcoming space for those passionate about luxury and supercars. Where lovers of opulence unite, creating an enthusiastic and supportive group that celebrates the fascinating car world. Whether it's the latest models or rare vintage treasures, our members' cars and events cater to all tastes.” states the marketing manager, PCE Club.   

You can count on Performance Car Exclusive as it's a UK supercar club where you would not only get to be a part of thrilling expeditions, but also interact with like-minded supercar owners who love to explore the world of velocity brought into reality by the likes of Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bugatti, and other renowned manufacturers.   

The Irish Driving Tour: For Endless Speed-Filled Turns  

If you’ve bumped into multiple obstacles whenever planning a super adventure with your supercar, it’s time for you to get rid of all worries as PCE brings the Irish Driving Tour; the perfect opportunity for all supercar owners to make lasting memories on the road.   

Planned for late September, the event is a 5-day driving tour where you would get to discover the heart of Southern Ireland in your supercar along with the quality company of supercar friends! When it comes to exploring the serene and picturesque paths of Ireland which consists of green hills, rugged cliffs, and coastlines, supercar drives emerge as the best way to capture all the vivid details that await you. Along with the thrill-filled rides, you would also get to enjoy multiple lunches and coffee stops while staying in premium hotels during the tour. For more details about the Irish Driving Tour and upcoming super car events, visit the website and join as a member now!  

About Performance Car Exclusive  

Performance Car Exclusive works to assist supercar owners in celebrating and appreciating high performance cars. Their aim is to create a community of like-minded individuals and provide them with the perfect platform to experience the utmost thrill of driving supercars. You can enroll in their club as an associate or standard member to receive various benefits.   

[morelhifi]

Morel X Czinger Vehicles Collaboration

Czinger Vehicles and Morel elevate the driving experience to new heights with their collaboration on the 21C's audio system. As an industry-boundary-pushing performance vehicle manufacturer, Czinger sought a partner who matched its savant-like dedication to detail and performance - making Morel the perfect fit. With nearly 50 years of avant-garde speaker engineering, Morel brings its craftsmanship and know-how to this groundbreaking supercar.

Handcrafted for acoustic perfection, the bespoke eight-speaker sound system in the Czinger 21C supercar represents the pinnacle of automotive audio engineering. Employing cutting-edge materials such as titanium, carbon fiber composites, and aluminum. Each speaker incorporates an iconic aluminum grille that is meticulously 3D-printed using Czinger's proprietary technology, allowing drivers to experience the perfect fusion of design, power and sound.

Nir Paz, Vice President of Morel, says, "In our journey, we've always sought partners who match our drive for innovation and excellence. With Czinger, we've found not just a collaborator but a mirror of passion and spirit.”

Czinger Founder and COO Lukas Czinger adds, "It's rare to find a partner with the same level of passion for their craft as we have for ours. We believe that an unyielding hunt for excellence is a hallmark of both companies and when paired together, it's a combination that will bring unparalleled excitement to the experience of driving a 21C."

[diabolus1exmachina]

Aston Martin DB5 Vantage Convertible (1 of 7) 

Launched in 1963, the Aston Martin DB5 represented the pinnacle of British automotive design. With a classic-yet-modern shape that hid a deceptively muscular stance, the sharply dressed grand tourer combined spirited performance with elegant Superleggera coachwork in a way that came to define the David Brown era. Already a hit with well-heeled buyers, the DB5 became the stuff of legend with the wider public when the Silver Birch-cloaked lines of James Bond’s iconic machine first appeared on screen in the spy thriller, Goldfinger. Newport Pagnell’s premier grand tourer would remain etched in the minds of subsequent generations of both movie-goers and car enthusiasts.But while 007 made do with the tin-top version—produced in their many hundreds between 1963 and 1965—the more exclusive offering remained the DB5 Convertible, of which just 123 were created. Distilled further from this refined grouping, only seven DB5 Convertibles were originally built to the company’s high-performance Vantage-specifications.Vantage upgrades included flow-tuned intake manifolds providing a “ram” effect, the cylinder head featured extra-large ports, valve timing was modified, and ignition timing was advanced for extra power and a flatter torque curve. A vacuum reservoir was also added to the power-assisted brake system. As expected, the DB5’s reflexes were sharpened considerably in Vantage tune, particularly with 0–60 times dropping to just 6.5 seconds.Appropriately, any original Vantage-specification DB5 is a rare and highly desirable GT with immensely satisfying driving dynamics. The scarcely seen convertibles such as the one offered here reside firmly within the upper echelon of this iconic model’s register of collectability.

[twistedtummies2]

The Price May Be Right - Number 3

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’ve been counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. We’ve entered the Top 3 of this countdown! Today we focus on Number 3: ZigZag, from The Thief and the Cobbler.

This movie has a history like you wouldn’t believe. I could jabber on for AGES about this “lost epic” of animation, but I’m going to try and keep the context as succinct as possible. “The Thief and the Cobbler” – which underwent NUMEROUS title changes throughout its extensive creation – was the intended Magnum Opus of master animator Richard Williams, the man most well-known today for being head of animation on “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” Williams wanted to create a comedic, surreal film – inspired by the legends of the Arabian Nights – that would be the absolute pinnacle of animation at the time. Production started as early as 1964…but no complete version of the film was released until the early 1990s, with the last one being in 1993 (released a month after Price’s death, technically and posthumously making this his final film role). So, what happened between 1964 and 1993? Well, the short version of it can be summed up like this: Williams kept changing his mind on the project’s story, and the funding for the film kept changing from backer to backer. Animators came and went as the characters and plot shifted with the decades. Finally, Williams finalized the story and got support from Warner Bros., who delivered a simple ultimatum: Williams had to finish the project on time and on budget, or they would remove him from his own film and get someone else to finish it. Wouldn’t you know it, that’s exactly what ended up happening: unable to meet the deadline, Williams was fired from his own movie, and producer Fred Calvert turned to the Completion Bond Company to get the movie made. Two completely different “finished” versions of the film were released; neither was received very well by critics, and both failed at the box office. Williams would forever consider the fate of his intended masterpiece the greatest embarrassment of his entire career. There are now no less than four versions of the movie available for viewing. There are the two versions released by Calvert and the CBP, the original unfinished workprint by Williams…and a fan-made project called “The Recobbled Cut,” which attempts to give the film the closest thing to its intended release possible by blending elements of all three together. The Recobbled Cut, itself, has gone through several editions over the years, and is still a work in progress, much like the movie it aspires to breathe pure life into. The film has become something of a legend in animation circles, for a LOT of reasons…but we’re not here to discuss the movie in totality. I’ve rambled about its history long enough; we’re here to talk about Vincent Price. So where does he come into the picture? Well, back when the movie was first getting started in 1964, Price was in his heyday. As it turned out, Williams was a big fan of Price’s work, and he contacted Price to see if he’d be interested. Vincent thought the movie sounded like an interesting endeavor, so he agreed, and his antagonist – first named “Anwar,” then later renamed “ZigZag” - ended up being the first character in the film cast. As the years went on, and the film’s plans changed, Price – who remained devoted to the project – would return periodically to re-record new lines. Apparently, it became one of his favorite projects, and Richard Williams and his team all agreed that ZigZag was their favorite character to animate. What’s interesting is that, with the different versions of the film later released, every character in the movie was recast over the years, with multiple performers playing the roles in different releases. For example, one of the two titular protagonists – Tack the Cobbler – was played by an unknown actor (doing an impression of Sean Connery) in the workprint, Sean Lively in one of the two Calvert cuts, and Matthew Broderick in the 1993 release. The one exception to this rule was Vincent as ZigZag: every version of the movie very wisely kept Vincent’s voice for the character, and it’s a good thing they did. Because while every version of the film has its pros and cons, ZigZag is consistently the best character in every version. The villain is not an especially complex character; he’s essentially Proto-Jafar (very literally, since some of the people who worked on Aladdin also worked on the Thief at earlier points in their career). Like Jafar, ZigZag is an evil magician and corrupt vizier, who seeks to marry the resident princess and take the throne. But it’s Price’s voice that makes the character so great to listen to, and the animation is always glorious to behold in action. One of the odd things about ZigZag is that nearly every single one of his lines are spoken in rhyme. There doesn’t seem to be any REASON for this, but I’m not complaining: I could listen to Vincent Price speaking in rhyme all day and be quite happy. No matter what version you watch of this movie, Price delivers every single time. Tomorrow, I present my penultimate pick, with my 2nd Favorite Vincent Price Performance!

[douradoluxurycar]

Discover Extravagance: Luxury Car Dealerships in Dubai Offer the Ultimate in Opulence and Performance

Dubai is known for its opulence and luxury lifestyle, and there are several luxury car dealerships in the city where you can find high-end vehicles. Keep in mind that the availability of specific brands and models may change over time, so it's a good idea to check the latest information and visit the dealerships' websites or contact them directly for the most up-to-date offerings. Here are some luxury car dealerships in Dubai that were well-known in Luxury car industry.

Al Nabooda Automobiles: Al Nabooda Automobiles is one of the largest dealerships for Audi, Porsche, and Volkswagen in Dubai. They have a strong presence in the region and offer a range of luxury vehicles.

Al Tayer Motors: This dealership represents several luxury car brands, including Jaguar, Land Rover, Aston Martin, and Bentley. They have a flagship showroom on Sheikh Zayed Road in Dubai.

Dourado Luxury Car : This dealership is the leading car dealer for new and used vehicles in Dubai with an inventory of over 300+ luxury cars from leading brands. They have a strong presence in the region and offer a range of luxury vehicles.

AGMC: AGMC is the official dealer for BMW, MINI, and Rolls-Royce in Dubai. They have multiple showrooms and service centers across the city.

Emirates Motor Company: As the authorized distributor of Mercedes-Benz in Dubai and the Northern Emirates, Emirates Motor Company offers a wide selection of Mercedes-Benz vehicles.

Premier Motors: This dealership is known for selling high-end cars, including the likes of Maserati and Ferrari.

Lamborghini Dubai: As the name suggests, this dealership specializes in Lamborghini vehicles, catering to the elite sports car market.

McLaren Dubai: McLaren fans can visit this dealership to explore the British manufacturer's high-performance sports cars.

Bentley Dubai: Bentley Dubai is the place to go if you're interested in purchasing a Bentley luxury automobile.

Rolls-Royce Motor Cars Dubai: For those seeking the pinnacle of luxury, Rolls-Royce offers a range of bespoke luxury vehicles, and the Dubai dealership is a showcase for these exquisite cars.

Bugatti UAE: If you have a passion for the fastest and most exclusive hypercars, Bugatti's dealership in the UAE is worth a visit.

Remember that Dubai is home to some of the world's wealthiest individuals, and the city's luxury car dealerships cater to this clientele by offering an extensive selection of high-end and exotic vehicles.