#Rae obsesses about the order

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

There’s gotta be a better way to enter Belgrave Hall to access the headquarters of The Order. I cannot imagine Vera Stone climbing through a broken chain link fence. So undignified.

[bedlam-barbie]

Mine

Pairing: yandere!Salesman x wife!recruiter!reader

Warnings: canon adjacent violence, suggestive sexual themes 

Summary:  when the Salesman’s wife is targeted in broad daylight, a routine morning turns into a blood-stained warning. love, after all, is just another word for possession. Salesman’s name is Nam Shin for this one.

Category: hurt and comfort (twisted) ; mild explicit/ fade to black

Word count: 2.8k

Request: yes, “Hi! Could you write about yandere salesman × wife reader. Where the reader also works with him, and Kim jeong-rae and woo-seok begin to follow her in order to kidnap her. Please”

It had started out as an ordinary morning, slow, almost deceptively so. She was meant to meet Nam Shin for lunch later, their usual weekday ritual when they weren’t working a job. He recruited by day. She preferred the night shift. That rhythm worked for them, smooth, clinical. Clean. But her mornings were hers, and today, she'd chosen to spend them shopping for groceries in Apgujeong, combing through the pristine aisles and artisan stalls for ingredients he’d approve of.

Shin was the one who usually cooked, always had been. He liked the control, the ritual precision of it. Each knife stroke, each carefully measured gram, it soothed something in him. She’d never minded, not really. She could burn water if she wasn’t paying attention, and aside from two meals she could barely manage, the kitchen was his territory. But with their anniversary creeping up, she’d made a quiet vow to herself: this time, she would cook for him. Something good. Something real.

It was just after she passed the dry-aged hanwoo stand that she felt it, that electric snap at the base of her neck. Not fear. Not yet. Just the sense of something…off. Wrong, and watching.

It was a feeling she’d learned to trust. You didn’t last in their line of work, not in the Squid Game system, without learning to listen to your instincts. She didn’t react. Not immediately. That was the first test. You don’t turn around. You don’t let them know you know.

Instead, she kept walking,  slow, deliberate, as if she had all the time in the world. Past the fresh produce, past the artisan seaweed display, pretending to examine jars of soy-cured garlic. She tilted her head just slightly, catching reflections in the brushed steel surface behind the counter.

There, two men, a few paces back. Too casual to be casual. One of them had been at the tea shop when she entered the market, she remembered the eyes. The other was new. Both were dressed like any other Seoulites in summer: light jackets, neutral tones. But they weren’t shopping. Not really. They were watching. Tracking.

Following.

Truly, it was almost cute how they tried to pass unnoticed. She picked up a jar, pretending to read the label, her fingers tightening subtly on the lid. Her pulse didn’t rise, not much. Just enough to make her sharpen. Not enough to panic. Not yet. Her hand slipped into her purse, slow and unhurried, just a woman about to pay for her groceries. But instead of reaching for her wallet, her fingers brushed against her phone, warm from the press of her palm.

Psycho Killer. The name still made her smile, soft and secret. Equal parts truth and endearment.

Without looking down, she typed a message, fast and fluid: followed. 2 men. apgujeong market.

She hit send, then plucked the jar from the counter with a graceful nod, offering the cashier a small, composed smile as she paid. There was no real need to tell him where she was. He always knew. She knew better than anyone: he was always tracking her. But they both played the game, she pretended not to notice, and he pretended it was not obsession.

It was the rhythm of their relationship: sharp edges tucked beneath clean surfaces. And if those two men following her had any sense, they’d already be running.

And now here she was, outside the market, guiding them like stray dogs on a leash of silence. Her steps were unhurried, her posture relaxed, but every movement was calculated. She led them away from the crowds, away from witnesses, toward a side street that narrowed and quieted the deeper she went. A turn to the left. Then another.

She didn’t recognize the men, but she could guess what this was about. Seong Gi-hun. It always came back to him. Shin had warned her: the man hadn’t stopped digging. Three years of chasing shadows, trying to claw his way back into something he never fully understood. What she couldn’t quite figure out was how they’d managed to find her.

Maybe Shin would figure it out before she did. He usually did.

She entered a narrow alley, quiet, boxed in by brick walls and heavy stillness. A dead end. Perfect.Her heels slowed, then stopped. She reached down to straighten the hem of her dress, smoothing the fabric as if this were just another stroll, another errand. Then, at last, she turned around. The two men stood at the mouth of the alley, still pretending to be subtle. She smiled, slow, amused, like a cat watching mice convince themselves they were lions.

“Gentlemen,” she purred, cigarette already between her fingers. “If you’re going to attempt to kidnap me, the least you could do is buy me dinner first.”

She lit the cigarette with a flick of her thumb, the flame briefly illuminating the glint in her eyes , not fear, not surprise but anticipation.

One of them chuckled at her comment, a sharp, ugly sound that echoed off the alley walls. The other stepped forward, drawing a knife from inside his jacket. Not flashy, not theatrical. Just clean, curved steel. A tool for taking someone quietly.

She sighed.

“Knives? Really?” she said, flicking ash off the end of her cigarette. “Bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

They didn’t answer. They didn’t have to. She let the cigarette drop to the pavement. Then she moved.

Her grocery bag swung up in a wide arc, heavy with the jar and groceries she’d just bought, glass and weight behind it. The first man didn’t expect it; it cracked against his temple with a sickening thud, and he dropped with a grunt, dazed. The second lunged, she pivoted, slamming the edge of the bag into his wrist, knocking the blade just far enough off course to avoid her throat.

She kicked back, fast, efficient, and he stumbled. But the first one was already recovering, blood running down his face now, fury replacing stealth.

It wasn’t graceful. It wasn’t some trained choreography. But it was desperate, and she’d always been good when desperate. She dodged, fought, twisted, landed a heel square into one man’s knee, felt it give, but she was only one person. Unarmed. Tiring.

One of them tackled her.

She hit the pavement hard, the concrete scraping her palms, her head snapping back against the ground. For a moment, her breath left her chest in a sharp gasp. A boot pressed to her shoulder.

“Got you now, bitch,” one of them hissed.

She didn’t panic. She laughed, breathless, blood in her mouth, but still laughing.

“Are you sure?” she whispered.

And then, everything changed. The air behind them shifted. Not wind but presence. A blur. A flash of movement .And then the Salesman was there. Her Salesman.

No sound. No warning. Just sudden violence.

The first man was yanked off her, slammed into the alley wall so hard the bricks cracked. The second barely had time to turn before Shin drove something ,it could’ve been a blade, or maybe just his hand, into his ribs with brutal precision.

No shouting. No theatrics. Only silence, and the wet sounds of pain as he drove his briefcase to hit the attacker’s head. She sat up slowly, her dress torn, her lip bleeding, and watched him finish it like someone painting, controlled, exact, terrifyingly intimate.

He turned to her when it was over. Not winded. Not shaken.Only watching.

And for a moment one long, electric moment he just stared.Then he stepped toward her, his hands still red, and knelt beside her on the cold concrete.

“You’re hurt,” he said, his voice soft. Too soft.

She smiled, dizzy, her head still ringing. “A little.”

He knelt beside her, one knee grazing the blood-stained pavement, the scent of copper and cigarette smoke lingering between them. For a moment, he didn’t speak. He only looked — at her torn dress, the blood drying on her skin, the bruise blooming just beneath her jaw. His expression didn’t shift. But his eyes?

His eyes were murderous.

He reached out and touched her lip with a fingertip, featherlight, reverent, then pulled his hand back and looked at the blood like it had personally insulted him. Something cold and precise tightened in his face.

Without a word, he reached into the inner pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a handkerchief, crisp, monogrammed, absurdly clean. Gently, he took her hands, one at a time, wiping away the blood on her palms with practiced care, like he was performing a ritual. His fingers lingered at her wrist, tracing the faint tremble beneath her skin.

Then, finally, he touched her mouth again — dabbing at the corner with the handkerchief, slow and careful, like she was something fragile.

“You should’ve messaged me the moment you felt eyes on you,” he murmured, voice low and dangerously calm. “Not after.”

She tried to roll her eyes, but her breath caught as the cloth pressed against the cut on her lip. “Don’t be so dramatic, jagi,” she said, forcing a smile. “I’m still breathing, aren’t I?”

He stopped, just for a second, that pet name softening something dark inside him. But only for a second.

“Barely,” he said. “And that is the problem.”

Her smile faded. “Who were they?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he turned his head slightly, eyes flicking back to the bodies crumpled at the far end of the alley, still twitching with residual pain. One was trying to crawl. The other wasn’t moving at all.

“That’s what I intend to find out,” he said coldly. “They followed you. Touched you. Hurt you. That’s more than enough.”

She shifted to stand, but he caught her wrist again, steadier than she felt, and rose with her. In the silence that followed, the city returned — a distant hum of cars, laughter from a café around the corner, the normal world.

But in this alley, time felt suspended.

“Come,” Shin said, his voice back to that unnervingly gentle cadence. “Let’s get you home. Frontman sent a car”

He didn’t say what he would do to the men once she was gone. He didn’t have to. She already knew.

Nam Shin’s penthouse ; Gangnam district; 07:30 PM

A few hours later, the world had quieted.

She stepped out of the bathroom, skin warm and flushed from the shower, the steam still clinging faintly to her limbs. A thick robe hung loosely from her shoulders, the tie knotted at her waist without much effort. Her hair, damp and curling at the ends, left cool traces down her back.

The bedroom was dim — not dark, just muted. Heavy curtains were drawn against the night, and the soft glow of a single bedside lamp cast amber light across the space. The bed itself was too large for two people who rarely shared it at the same time, dressed in black silk sheets and a blanket in muted charcoal. Clean lines. Cool tones. But hers was the only scent in the room now, faint citrus and soap, curling into the corners like memory.

She sat on the edge of the mattress, letting herself sink into the softness. Every muscle ached, not with pain anymore, but with the thick, echoing weight of exhaustion. She curled beneath one of the blankets, the comfort instant and quiet. Her limbs heavy. Her breath slowing.

And exactly one hour later, she heard the door open.No knock. Just the familiar, measured rhythm of his footsteps.

She didn’t need to open her eyes to know it was Shin. She knew how he walked — calm, controlled, almost silent, but never quite. Like even his silence had purpose.

He crossed the room without a word, stopping at the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped slightly as he leaned in. He reached for the blanket she’d barely pulled up and adjusted it gently, tucking it beneath her shoulder. Then, without hesitation, he pressed a kiss to her forehead — soft, slow, reverent.

Her eyes fluttered open, half-lidded, her lashes brushing the curve of her cheek. A small smile crept across her lips.

“You’re so sappy when I almost die,” she murmured, voice hoarse with sleep. “Psycho.”

He exhaled , not quite a laugh. But close.

“I’d be devastated if you did,” he said quietly, his hand brushing her damp hair back from her face. “Then I’d have to kill someone for ruining the only thing in this world I actually care about.”

She sighed, not out of fear, but with that strange, fragile affection that only they shared. A love forged in blood and silence and violence too quiet for the world outside.

She sighed into the pillow, the silk cool against her cheek, her body too tired to move but her mind humming — not fear, not adrenaline anymore, just the warm, woozy aftermath of survival. Of being hunted, and protected. Of being his.

He was still kneeling beside the bed, his fingers in her hair, carding through the damp strands like he was memorizing her all over again.

Her voice was barely more than a whisper, thick with sleep and something heavier. “Is that a love confession, Salesman?”

A pause. Then a breath, low, amused, dangerous.

“You’re my wife,” he said, brushing his knuckles down the curve of her jaw. “You know exactly what it is.”

His hand slid lower, from her cheek to her neck, soft at first, then firmer, his thumb stroking the pulse point like he was feeling her heartbeat just to reassure himself it was still there. Still his. Still alive.

“I spend all day getting blood off my shoes,” he murmured. “But you bleed, and I lose my mind.”

She smiled again, slow and wicked, eyes still closed. “That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Shin laughed, a low sound, intimate and dark. “You married a lunatic,” he said, letting his lips brush just below her ear, voice warm as breath. “What did you expect?”

“I expected to be spoiled.”

“You are.”

One hand slid under the blanket, possessive, unhurried, trailing down her side as he leaned further in. His mouth followed the curve of her neck, his breath hotter now, his restraint thinner than it had been moments ago.

“Almost lost you today,” he said quietly, more to himself than to her. “That doesn’t happen again.”

There was no question in it. No room for argument. Just that awful, beautiful certainty. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer. Her voice was softer now, and far more dangerous.

“Then remind me who I belong to.”

He growled low in his throat, and the rest of the blanket was gone.Her fingers curled into his shirt, tugging him closer, and Shin moved without hesitation — smooth, quiet, controlled. Like a weapon unsheathed. He climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight, the silk sheets shifting around them like water. One hand braced near her head, the other sliding beneath the edge of her robe with no pretense of shyness.

His eyes trailed over her like he was checking for injuries — not just concern, but possession. Obsession.

“You don’t get to almost die on me,” he said, voice low, cold. “Not without consequences.”

She arched a brow, amused despite the echo of bruises beneath her skin. “What, are you going to punish me for surviving?”

“No.” His hand closed around her hip. “For not letting me kill them sooner.”

She laughed, breathless, wicked. “God, you’re insane.”

“I know,” he said simply. “And you're still here.”

He leaned down and kissed her, not soft, not tender. Feral. Claiming. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and when she gasped, he deepened it, hand moving to her throat. Not tight. Not yet. Just a reminder. A warning.

Her robe parted easily beneath his grip, her skin still warm from the shower, vulnerable in a way he both worshipped and resented. He hated seeing her like this after a fight, after a scare  but he couldn’t help needing her like this, too. Just to prove she was his. Still breathing. Still here.

“You don’t get to leave me,” he whispered into her mouth. “Ever.”

She didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

She pulled him in harder, her kiss just as vicious as his, nails dragging across the back of his neck. His hand tangled in her damp hair, tilting her head to kiss her deeper, rougher. She let him welcomed it, the edge of violence always laced into their affection.

The room went quiet but for the sounds of silk rustling, breath hitching, and the low growl in his throat when she bit his lip in return.

He pushed her down against the pillows, breath hot against her ear.

“Mine,” he said. Not a question.

“Yours,” she whispered. Not a lie.

The lamp flickered. Her robe slipped. And the city outside never heard a thing.

[greenpurplemylove]

What Lovers Do (PJS)♥️

→ masterlist.

→ pairings: non idol! situationship! jay x female! reader.

synopsis: There was only one thing left to do when two friends finally confess that they like each other after all the endless chasing about and beating around the bush. Though it wasn't like how it traditionally went, like on a bed or in a fancy hotel room. You and Jay knew it would be wasteful to go back to yours or his apartment, not when the view of the beach at 02:00 AM in the morning hits different.

→ genre: friends to lovers! smut, and fluff. -> now playing: Diet Pepsi, Addison Rae/Forrest Gump, Frank Ocean.

-> wc: 5,8k

warnings: SMUT, swearing, car sex, car sex by the beach, dom! jay x sub! slightly switch! reader, slight cockwarming, riding, unprotected sex (wrapeth t bef're thee tapeth t), creampie, fingering, mutual masturbation, mentions of skinny dipping and pet names (baby, pretty girl, darling).

-> A/N: after a season of midterms, a breakup and a series of procrastinations later, I've finally completed the last chapter. good news is y'all don't rly have to read part 1 dan part 2 (but if you want to, I'd say be my guest honestly) to understand what's going on in this story cause this is like smut with very little plot. this is my first smut ever so anyways I'm rly sorry if it isn't perfect, nonetheless I do hope y'all enjoy it though. much love, Cher🫶

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Seeing two people being in denial that they’re actually obsessed with each other is frustrating.

Especially if those two people are practically close friends.

Take you and your friend, Park Jongseong, for example.

You’ve been friends with Park Jongseong since freshman year of college.

Maybe it was due to the fact that your friend groups were practically mushed together and that you’d more often than not end up in the same class he was taking.

With what originally started with strictly exchanging the notes you took during class, slowly melted away into long and deep texts, conversations, even playful arguments about each others pasts and interests.

But what he didn’t know was that you’ve always secretly admired him.

At first you didn’t want to think the admiration you had for him was romantic, but overtime it grew difficult for you to maintain a merely platonic admiration.

He was a nice guy you have to admit, and the fact that he was practically gorgeous made things all the more difficult for you in maintaining that so called ‘platonic’ gaze.

And it didn’t help with the fact that he was such a gentleman to you as well.

Always opened doors for you.

Paying extra attention towards you whenever you needed his help.

And always letting you order first whenever you needed to go somewhere for lunch in between classes.

Even offering to pay for your meals.

It was difficult. Very difficult, for you to not fall for him.

You find yourself looking at him from afar with rose tinted glasses, your day got a little brighter every time the two of you exchanged glances and smiles,

your heart would skip a beat every time his name was mentioned in any given situation,

and most importantly, you wanted to be near him all the time.

Naturally, you grew closer to him.

Overtime it felt strange, how you noticed his smile seemed to linger longer whenever he was looking in to you so deeply,

or how close your bodies were whenever you’d talk to him for an extended period of time.

The questions started to beckon in your head, was this his way of flirting with you?

And to answer that question. Yes, yes it was.

The reason being none other than because he has a crush on you. But being the outwardly cold person that he is, he didn’t wanted to admit that.

Cause there’s a small part of him that was a little scared you wouldn’t feel the same way he did.

He’d look at you from afar and a small smile would creep onto his face.

He would think about how pretty you looked on that day before he fell asleep at night.

And you’d be the first person that comes to his mind the moment he opens his eyes the next morning.

He would pay extra attention to the things you liked and didn’t like. Memorizing your favorite lunch order. Always saving a seat for you next to him.

Always saving an extra gum in his bag because he knows you’d sometimes forget to bring yours to class,

and that he knows you have this bad habit of chewing the cap of your pen in the middle of class whenever you forgot to bring in your gum.

Mind you he also initially wanted to keep things platonic in fear of ruining the bond you’ve pretty much grown into overtime, but it was hard to keep those feelings at bay when you’re always so close to him.

After a while of teasing, lingering smiles, and small flirtatious gestures. You both were still in denial if wether or not the feeling was mutual.

It wasn’t until one drunk night at Sunghoon’s house, where you basically made out and almost had sex with him on Sunghoon’s upstairs couch that made you realize that you both felt the same way about each other.

Well, knowing he didn’t push you away when you were practically sitting on his lap and guiding his hand up your shirt and all.

After that night you both knew you couldn’t just pretend that it never happened,

so, stupidly enough, the two of you kept on teasing each other for a little while.

Hinting bits and pieces of your private lives, purposefully making the other jealous in hopes that the other would confess first because the both of you were stubborn as hell about your feelings.

When the both of you know fully well, you would be down to fuck from dusk to dawn.

It felt like playing a chess game with Jay during those times.

A romantic, for the most parts sexual tension filled game of chess with Jay.

And yet all the games, all the strategies, plans and moves you had all up in your head with Jay has led you here.

Half naked on his lap in his car by the beach at 2 AM, with his lips messily clinging to yours.

Both of your cheeks flushed. Breaths heavy as the windows started to fog. With his hands fondling with your bare breasts.

Your arms clinging onto his shoulders for dear life as your both tongue deep into the kiss.

You both knew at one point it’ll all lead up to this.

But that never stopped either one of you from pushing the boundaries of your ‘friendship’ more and more.

From the longing stares and touches across the hallways to the private moments that had you on the edge of your seat.

All of those moments has led you here, with your body sensually placed on top of his.

“Jay.” you moaned his name softly when you felt his thumb swiping against your hardened nipples as he trailed kisses from your jaw before nipping the back of your ear.

He felt his pants getting tighter by the minute, his dick growing hard at the sound of you moaning his name.

His hands traveled lower and lower down your pants as his palms settled on your ass making you gasp silently, while his mouth travelled down to your neck.

Kissing and sucking on it feverishly as if he was pouring all of his pent up desire to you after all this time.

“So pretty for me y/n.” he whispered against your neck, leaving a light trail of hickeys down your neck as your fingers caressed the back of his hair before trailing to the hem of his shirt.

Sneakily putting your fingers below the hem just to feel his bare skin against the palm of your hand.

You could feel his lips curl into a smirk against your neck as he pulled away, a playful smirk plastered onto his face as he sat up straight.

His hands trailed down to the bottom hem of his shirt but not before your hands replaced what was supposed to be his.

He looked at you surprised by your boldness as you took of his shirt, the muscles on his chest and arms contorting as you did,

feeling the tent that was forming in your panties grow wetter as you discarded his shirt to the side.

The sound of the ocean behind you long blurred into the background as he smiled up at you, caressing your thighs as he watched your every move.

Leaning back onto the chair behind him, your fingers caressed the abdomen of his chest,

feeling his chest rising and falling as his honey like skin emitted an inviting glow under the moonlight.

Your finger trailed lower and lower, from his toned stomach to the buckle of his belt,

lacing your fingers on to it.

You wanted to remove his belt from his pants, that was until his hand held yours, stopping you from going any further.

“I think I can handle that y/n.” he spoke in a sultry tone as he eyed your fingers, caressing them gently before undoing his belt.

Your hands then trailed slowly from the fabric under his belt, to the fabric that covered his prominent bulge.

Purposefully teasing him as you traced your fingers around his bulge.

His breath hitched in his throat as he leaned his head back and sighed, feeling your fingertips undressing his pants.

“I thought couples help take their partners clothes off when they’re gonna have sex?” you murmured as you flashed him a smirk.

“Oh, so we’re a couple now?” he teased, grinning at you flirtatiously.

You sighed in disbelief as you rolled your eyes.

You knew he was the type of person who’d tease from time to time, but you never thought he’d tease you at a time where you were completely vulnerable to him.

“Are you really gonna tease me at a time like this?” you whispered as your lips curl into a small sly smile while your fingers caressed his hair.

He smiled at you before he sat up straight, cupping your cheeks as he captured your lips in his.

Passion surging over you as your hands wrapped around his neck, taking his lips in deeper.

His hands soon trailed down from your body to your hips, giving it a firm squeeze before trailing his fingers to the button of your pants,

unbuttoning it and gently, stripping it off of your body as your purple lacy underwear came into view.

Pulling away from your lips, his eyes soon caught the attention of your undergarments,

pupils dilating as his fingers traced the hem of it, groaning as his eyes rolled back as your hips came down to grind on his clothed cock.

Purple. His favorite color.

Whether you intentionally wore it for him or out of pure coincidence, it made him incredibly harder than he already was before.

So hard that his pants felt uncomfortable against his now fully hardened cock.

But he knew better than to rush this moment like a casual hook up.

This was his crush. The women he’d fawn over since freshman year.

His close friend. Y/N.

He knew what you like and what you didn’t like from the back of his head,

from all the times you’ve told him stories about your casual hook ups every now and then.

He’d be lying to himself if he said he didn’t go home most nights feeling jealous of how other guys could touch you so undeservingly,

at other nights he spent dreaming of how much he could fuck you better than any other guy,

and at some nights the jealousy and all the pent up feelings he had for you brewed to such intensity that he had no other option than to fist his cock in the shower,

thinking about fucking you all to himself.

And here you finally were, on top of him; your hands gripping onto his shoulders, your cheeks flushed as you turned away rather shyly,

your bare breasts all in display for him and your soaked pussy just inches away from his clothed cock.

All for himself.

It was like a wet dream come true to him.

Lust dipped into his pupils as he caressed the band of your panties,

staring in awe at the lacy fabric at hand before setting the band aside, revealing your already drenched cunt.

He groaned at the sight of it. Wanting nothing more than to stuff your pussy full of his cock.

Feeling his dick twitch uncomfortably in his slacks, he lifted his hips as he stripped down his trousers,

feeling himself grow impatient at the sight of your slick glisten, barely an inch from his thighs.

Leaving his pants bare on the floor of his backseat before dipping his fingers in between your drenched folds.

You sighed and bit your lip as a response. Turning away rather shyly.

His fingers soon laced on to your chin, forcing you to look at him.

It felt like time had slowed as he looked at you, his mouth opened, his lips puffy, and his gaze intense as he eyed you lustfully.

He had wanted, yearned for you even for so long, and now you were finally his.

There was nothing more he could’ve asked for in this moment.

He eyed your expression as he continued rubbing your folds, eyes closed and lips swollen from all the kissing and bitting,

he gradually slid his middle finger in back and forth, but not enough to satisfy how much you wanted him to touch you.

“Jay, please,” you exhaled as you eyed the motion of his fingers, holding onto the back of the front seat for support.

He caressed you so sensually, feeling the pleasure surging at the pit of your stomach,

it drove you almost insane on top of him. “don’t tease me.”

“I won’t baby.” he cooed as his other fingers moved from your chin to your hips,

his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as your mouth opened in pleasure.

The new nickname felt foreign to your ears, but nonetheless it made your pussy throb just for him.

“Jay,” you moaned lowly, gripping onto his arm.

Dipping his finger into you, you rolled your eyes back and bit your bottom lip, gently tugging on his hair,

feeling yourself melting into his touch as your hips thrusted slowly, almost in sync with the movement of his fingers.

He sighed, leaning his head back against the seat as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, feeling his cock twitch at the sight.

His fingers went in and out deep inside you, curling at you in all the right spots as the band of your panties grew wet from your slick cascading down his fingers.

Your face flushed, hips circling his fingers like a pretty doll as he looked at how drenched his finger were from slipping in and out of your walls.

He smirked up at you, enjoy seeing his effect on you.

It made him feel in control and powerful, subtly feeding his ego,

taking pride in how easy it was to have you squirming around his fingers.

Lifting his back towards you, pressing your lips onto his into a clingy hot mess of a kiss.

Slipping another finger inside of you, you moaned into the kiss as he used it as an opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, never giving you a moments rest.

Feeling your hardened nipples softly grazing against his collarbones, he groaned into the kiss adding to the sensation as your hips moved clockwise against his thumb on your clit.

Kissing you oh so passionately, you tugged on his hair before pulling away from your lips, a string of saliva connecting your tongues.

You were rilled up, your soft messy thrust turned precise and angled, almost as if you were waiting for the right moment to return the favor.

And you did so, as you laced your fingers onto the band of his boxers before beckoning him to lift his hips.

He raised an eyebrow at you as the tips of his lips curled, eyeing you curiously as he removed his fingers from your throbbing cunt making you whine silently,

missing the feeling of his fingers around you already as he gripped your waist.

Lifting his hips, he lets you slip your fingers onto the band of his boxers before pulling them down,

just enough to let his hardened cock sprung free from constraint.

Your eyes trailed from tip to the base of his cock, eyes dazed and mouth dry.

The mushroom tip of his dick flushed. A single thick vein trickled down from the bridge to the base of his cock.

He was definitely big.

Not the biggest you’ve ever seen, but he was definitely big enough to have your stomach doing backflips.

All the excitement and nervous tension trickled down onto your cunt, feeling the throbbing sensation swell as you held your breath in for a moment.

Licking your lips at the sight of it, you continued to strip down his pants until they were well past his ankles as he threw them off to the side.

“Like what you see?” he smirked up at you as he firmly held your waist.

“Don’t get cocky Jongseong.” you teased back, a smile creeped onto your face as you leaned closer to him before capturing your lips onto his.

He gripped your hair gently as he leaned your head to the side, deepening the kiss.

Your hands were all over his body, caressing his toned chest and washboard abs as your fingers trailed lower and lower while he sneaks his tongue back into your mouth,

letting out a groan as your thumb caressed dangerously close to the base of his cock.

The kiss soon grew rough and passionate as your tongues intertwined, his shaft grazing against your clit,

pulsating into a frenzy as his hands groped your ass, kneading them roughly all the while his nails were digging into your skin, making your breath hitch at your throat.

“Y/n.” he moaned out as he pulled away from you, feeling the pleasure coursing through out his body.

Rolling his eyes and throwing his head back onto the seat as he watched you, grinding your soaked folds onto his length.

His tip grew red as precum started to leak from his shaft.

“Shit.” he cursed lowly to himself as he eyed the sight in front of him hungrily.

The view in front of him was better than any wet dream he’s ever had of you.

Your fingers pressed against his cock as you grinded your folds against his dick.

Your slick wetting the bridge of his cock as you grind on him up and down, your other hand gripping onto his thigh for dear life as you balanced yourself on top of him.

You were insatiable.

He knew sex wasn’t a new thing for you, but never in his wildest dreams he’d see you like this with his own eyes.

A flushed mess, eyes closed, your bottom lip tucked as you held back your moans while you grind your folds against his cock,

holding yourself back from sinking fully onto his dick when he knows you so desperately want to.

So sweet yet so sinful, your moans and movements were a lingering sugar like addiction to him as he watches you slowly lose yourself on his cock.

And he hasn’t even put his dick inside you yet.

“Tell me what you want.” he whispered as his nails dug into your waist, hands moving in sync with the movement of your hips, guiding it gently as you swayed your hips in a rhythmic pace against his cock.

Your vision grew hazy as you looked at him, blinking once as your eyes were instantly set on his,

his gaze spilling with lust and desire as he looked at you through his hooded eyelids, face flushed,

his lips pink and plump as they formed an ‘o’ shape, exhaling breathlessly as he eyed you so intensely.

His fingers soon replaced yours, holding back his length against your pussy,

watching you soak the bridge of his cock with your throbbing cunt.

You couldn’t take the teasing you inflicted on him anymore, you wanted him inside of you.

You wanted, needed to feel his dick pulsating inside of you.

You needed him.

“Jongseong, please, I wanna ride your dick.” you whined breathlessly as you continued to grind on him, knowing you still wanted to be good for him despite your desperation.

He cursed at himself, your words stripped him bare into utter desire as his fingers laced on to the band of your panties,

stripping them off your body before shoving them to the side as every patience he had in his body melted away into only anticipation, lust and desire.

“Ride me then y/n,” he spoke in a sultry tone as he looked at you through his half lidded eyes, while his hand grasped onto the base of his shaft,

angling his tip onto your entrance, “I’m all yours.”

Goosebumps erupt in your skin as he spoke those words, electrifying the feeling in your stomach as you positioned his tip at your entrance,

lifting your hips, you planted your forehead against his as you slowly started sinking down onto his cock.

Your eyes screwed shut and your mouth hung loose at the sensation as he did the same.

It was right then and there you realized that you’ve underestimated how big he was from the outside as his cock filled you to the brim of your walls.

Stretching you out oh so heavenly as he caressed the sides of your body as an attempt to sooth you while you adjusted yourself to his length.

“Shit.” you cursed as your eyes rolled back and nails dug onto his back.

“Holy fuck, you’re taking me so good y/n.” he spoke as his hands trailed down onto your waist, eyes rolling back and mouth opened the moment you started circling your hips around his dick.

Heavy breaths and strings of moans fogged the windows as you started to slowly bounce on his cock.

His dick filling you up to the brim every time you sank down fully onto him.

The way he was stretching you out felt so heavenly, you wanted more of it. You wanted more of him.

“Shit you’re big.” you whispered in between your moans as you buried your face on the crook of his neck.

The complement fueled his ego as he smirked with pride before being cut short as he groaned, feeling you starting to clamp down on his dick.

The hands that was once your waist, trailed down onto your ass as he gripped them gently making you let out a loud moan,

as his hands started to match with the rhythm of your hips.

His cock twitched at the feeling of your drenched velvety walls soaking his dick. Feeling your slick dripping down his balls.

“Holy shit Jay fuck.” you leaned your head back as your eyes rolled back,

His head dipped down at the sight of your pussy sinking down onto his dick as you lifted your hips,

revealing the sight of his drenched cock before taking him in you again rather eagerly.

“Shit, you feel so fucking good.” he groaned as he fondled with your ass making you moan his name as you continued taking in his dick like it was your last.

Where have you been all his life?

How could he have been stupid enough to not confess his feelings sooner?

A little part of him can only swirl in regret as he watches you bounce on his cock. Flushed. Dazed. And fueled with lust.

Wishing he could’ve pursued you sooner, knowing how good your slick walls felt wrapped around his dick.

“Look at me.” he whispered as you wince onto his shoulders from the overwhelming feeling of his dick stretching your walls,

picking up your pace as you moaned his name making him sigh as he relished himself on the overwhelming pleasure.

He cursed to himself before gently cupping his hand onto your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“Look at me y/n.” he whispered a little louder as you looked at his hooded eyes.

Holy fuck he’s never looked so hot.

The strands of his hair laced with sweat as his eyes pierced through them like a knife through a curtain, looking into you like you were his favorite pornstar.

His mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as groans, murmurs and profanities slipped pass his lips as you were bouncing on his dick like there was no tomorrow.

He leaned his head back against the seat, bitting his lips as he feels your slick dripping down his balls.

The occasional ‘fuck’s and ‘holy shit’s slipped pass your lips as you rolled your eyes back, head leaned back while your palms were pressed against his toned chest.

The feeling of his length filling you in and out hits you like a tidal wave as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

His hands moved to caress the sides of your body, eyeing you lustfully. “So pretty for me,”

“so fucking pretty for me.” he groaned as he fondled your breasts making you moan his name rather loudly at the already overwhelming pleasure.

Your walls clenched around him as your thrusts started to fall out of rhythm, turning sloppier by the second as your sigh and moans grew heavier.

“Tired y/n?” he asked as he cupped your cheek, receiving a weak nod from you as you bit your lip.

“That’s alright baby, I’ll take it from here.” he spoke softly as his fingers trailed to your hips, guiding you to spread your legs a little wider across the seat as you leaned forward,

feeling your chest pressed against his and his lips lingering over your ear, he started kissing and sucking on your neck,

making you close your eyes in pleasure as you succumb to the feeling of his tongue lapping against your neck.

A string of moans and profanities lingered from your lips as you felt him thrusting upwards into your pussy in a slow rhythmic pace.

You feel the air around you grew impossibly thicker as you breathed heavily.

His name slipped from your lips like a mantra, feeling his cock graze near your spot as he place open-mouth kisses against your collarbone and your fingers gripped onto his shoulders for dear life as the sound of the ocean waves creeped onto the back of your ear.

You let out a loud moan as you felt his thrusts grazed onto your spot, your hand that was on his shoulder slitted upwards onto his scalp, tugging on his hair gently as he moaned your name.

“Fuck, Jay, right there.” you moaned quietly into his ear as a small smirk creeped onto his face.

“Right there huh?” he spoke lowly in a playful, almost teasing tone. Gripping onto your hips so tightly as he thrusted onto your spot repeatedly making you cling onto his shoulder,

whimpers and loud moans of his name being the only thing leaving your lips as you no longer cared about the world outside of his car.

Though it was unlikely at this hour, if someone were to catch a glimpse of his car, they would’ve caught on to what was going on inside pretty quickly.

The car was shaking, it was almost in the middle of nowhere and the windows were fogged from the inside shut, covering the both of you from sight.

Though the both of you didn’t seem to care anyways. Too lost in each others presence to care about the world moving along outside of your own.

You nodded as you bit your lip, earning a groan from him as he leaned his head back onto the seat, fondling your ass as profanities slipped pass your lips.

“Shit, Jay!” you cursed as his thrusts grew rougher, hitting your spot over and over again, feeling the knot in your stomach grew impossibly tighter as he fucked you harder.

“Fuck y/n, you feel so good.” he moaned, feeling his grip on your hips tighten as you were certain that there would be bruises afterwards.

“Fuck, Jay.” you repeated his name as your nails tugged onto the blades of his shoulders. Feeling yourself growing closer to your high.

His sharp gaze pierced through the strands of his hair as his mouth hung opened and his eyebrows furrowed, completely lost in the feeling of chasing his own high.

“Tell me what you want.” he groaned lowly as his lips ghosted over your ear. The tone of his voice grew desperate and needy, almost whiny as he felt himself inching closer to his orgasm.

His words were only met with your moans and whines as he felt himself left unsatisfied.

You gasped as you felt his hand suddenly coming down onto your ass rather harshly, feeling your slick drip further down the base of his cock as a result.

“I said, tell me.” he reprimanded as his hand came down onto your ass again, but this time in between his sentences.

You feel yourself becoming flustered at his words, almost too shy to answer his lewd request.

It wasn’t until you felt his dick completely leaving your cunt that made you widen your eyes.

Whining at the loss of your orgasm.

All of a sudden, his lips latched onto your neck as he started sucking and bitting rather harshly making you let out a whine.

“Jay, don’t-” you whined as you tried to position his cock at your entrance, until his hands gripped your hips, completely halting you from reaching your high.

“I’m not letting you,” he whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe up your neck making you let out a moan. “if you don’t tell me what you want.”

At this point you were desperate. Almost too desperate to reach your high. You were willing to do whatever he wanted, just so that you can cum on his dick.

“Shit, I want you Jay.” you whispered as you caressed his toned abs, resulting in him letting out a groan.

You let out a whine as you felt his thumb caressing your slit, fueling the knot in your stomach that was bound to snap at any given moment.

“Please, wanna cum on your dick.” you practically begged, succumbing yourself to his touch.

A smirk plastered on his face as he looked up at you from your neck before positioning his cock at your entrance.

A moan left your lips as you felt his hands guiding your hips to bounce on his cock.

“Tell me again y/n, what do you want?” he asked as you moaned out his name, feeling his cock thrusting into you deeper as he synced his thrusts with your bounces.

Circling your clit faster, hitting your spot rougher and deeper, that you can only moan out in pleasure and desperation.

“Wanna cum, fuck, wanna cum on your dick Jay, please.” you whined as your high came closer and closer with each given thrust and bounce of your hips.

You yelped as his thrust grew faster, animalistic almost. His eyebrows knitted in concentration as his mouth hung opened and his eyes closed shut,

too focused on getting you to cum, too focused on the feeling of how good your pussy was clenching around his dick.

“Shit Jay, gonna cum, wanna cum on your dick.” so close, you felt so close to reaching your high as the knot in your stomach was bound to snap at any moment.

“Cum for me, cum for me y/n.” his words were your undoing. Your mouth hung opened as you feel your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave of pleasure.

Your head leaned back as you moaned out his name, back arching at the intensity of the feeling as your bounces grew sloppier and sloppier.

He sighed as he pulled himself out of you before pumping his dick in front of you, trying to reach his own orgasm.

You didn’t know what came over you as you’re hand swiped across the foggy glass before pinning both of his arms behind his head,

leaving him to look at you speechless as one of your hands trailed down onto his cock and you positioned him on top of your entrance.

”Fuck y/n, what are you doing?” he asked as he looked at you bewildered, you bend down onto his ear as you whispered to him sensually.

“Want you to cum inside me.” he can only moan at your words as his chest breathed heavily. He smiled tiredly as he looked at you.

This was definitely better than any wet dream he’s ever had of you.

"Shit y/n are you sure?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows at you, his eyes widening, second guessing your actions.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you to do any-" his words were then cut off by your lips as you closed the distance between your lips and his in abandon.

"I want you to." you spoke as you pulled away, smiling softly at him making him sigh, a grin plastered on to his face.

“Go on then, don't let me stop you any longer.” he spoke softly as he moaned, eyes rolling back as he feels you sinking down onto him once more.

Your hand was still pinning his hands down as you started bouncing on his dick faster as he relished on the feeling of your pussy clenching on his dick.

“Oh fuck y/n I’m gonna cum.” he moaned out as his eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck wanna paint your fucking insides so fucking bad.”

You felt so fucking incredible around him. Clenching around him in all the right places with his dick buried into your hilt.

His eyebrows knitted at the sensation. Already so close to his edge.

The feeling of you alone could make him cum.

“Cum in me then, give it to me.” The way you were already pinning him down and the way you were riding him so good was enough to make him oh so close to reaching his high,

but your words sent him over the edge as his back arched and his thrusts met your bounces.

You moaned his name rather loudly as you felt his cum filing up your pussy.

A string of curses and moans followed as you both rode out his high.

The thrusts that were once harsh and rough, soon turned sloppy as you felt his cum painting your walls.

“Shit.” you cursed as you breathed heavily, finally spent.

You settled on his lap for a moment before slipping yourself out of him, his arms guiding you to lay on top of him comfortably.

Your heavy breathes mingled with each other as he snook a glance at your cunt. You sighed as he guided you to lean back, exposing your pussy to him.

“Fuck.” he cursed as he saw a bit of his cum oozing out of you.

Using his thumb he pushed back the cum back into you, a small sigh left your lips as he did so.

“Wouldn’t want that to go to waste.” he spoke as he smiled at you. You smiled back at him as the both of you started to chuckle at your disheveled states.

“You look handsome.” you spoke as you pushed some of the strands of hair on his forehead, before cupping his cheeks as he chuckled,

the blush on his face prominent as ever post-sex.

“You look beautiful y/n.” he smiled as he hugged your waist earning a giggle from you, before taking your lips in his as the kiss soon melted into passion.

[vexieeeee]

My fav yuri couples / ships <3

(In no particular order)

No one asked for it but I'm bored and wanna do it, you guys can give me ideas for lists to talk about like that in the future too.

Gonna make more parts too <3

Rae and Claire (I'm in Love with the Villainess) (Canon)

My thoughts: Okay so I absolutely adore everything about this series like manga and anime and light novels are all so good <3 It even defeated my ultimate yuri series which is Bloom Into You and that's something. So of course Rae and Claire with their amazing and such an interesting relationship had to make a list here. I don't know why but something about them just fills me with warmth. The way Claire goes from absolutely not being able to stand Rae to falling in love completely is just so 🤌 Dare I say my fav yuri relationship 💖

Sorawo and Toriko (Urasekai Picnic) (Canon)

My thoughts: With my last posts no one should be surprised at the next pair because COME ON GUYS, they're the lesbians we need but never deserved fr... I love everything about them, girlfriends who are accomplices and explore a world with monsters and other fucked up shit while being absolutely gay and protective of each other. I adore them <3

Yuu and Touko (Bloom Into You) (Canon)

My thoughts: My first ever fav yuri (Can't believe Rae and Claire beat them though-) for a reason. Everything about this was perfect for me, characters, plot and just the writing in general. Yuu and Touko's relationship with each other kept me entertained for the whole anime and then manga. I don't know what to say except that I love them <3

Adachi and Shimamura (Adachi to Shimamura) (Canon)

My thoughts: THEM. I just think they're so cute and that's all. And I know a lot of people are gonna come and say "Omg Vex Shimamura doesn't care about Adachi like that, she's such an annoying person-" Shut up because I do not tolerate Shimamura slander on this blog. Girl went through a lot but she cares about and loves Adachi. "The end of her life was the end of mine" bitch stop I'm sobbing, if that ain't love then I don't know what is.

Mitsuki and Aya (The Guy She Was Interested in Wasn't a Guy at All) (Canon)

My thoughts: Obviously I HAD TO add my green lesbians here. Mitsuki and Aya are the syrup to my pancakes and I'm so serious. Don't you guys just love it when two girls bond over shared interests and fall in love? Yeah me too 🙂‍↕️ If you need some serotonin then just read it, trust me guys.

Himari and Yori (Whisper Me a Love Song) (Canon)

My thoughts: Himari and Yori are so 💖 I've been reading this manga since it first came out in 2019 and my feelings towards them never change. In every chapter they're just so cute and their relationship is just adorable and I just love them <3

Aki and Shiho (Whisper Me a Love Song) (Canon)

My thoughts: Since we're on topic of Whisper Me a Love Song, since the first time we got introduced to their relation I WAS HOOKED. Everything about them was just so interesting and their storyline only highlighted their love later on. Plus I think both Shiho and Aki deserve to be happy after everything so I'm happy they're girlfriends.

Kumiko x Reina (Hibike! Euphonium) (Not Canon)

My thoughts: It physically hurt me to put not canon there because why? 😔 Honestly when I first started watching this show I thought they're so into each other until my brother spoiled me that they're indeed NOT into each other like that. Still in my heart they're girlfriends no matter what. No one will ever tell me there was absolutely nothing between them. I'm obsessed with them.

Chika x You (Love Live Sunshine) (Not Canon)

My thoughts: All of you Love Live stans may criticize me for talking about them first since "There's so much more better Love Live ships-" No. Nuh uh. Chika and You are my absolute fav ship in all of Love Live for some reason that I can't explain. They're just so cute and I may be a sucker for childhood friends trope in anime 🫠 The whole jealousy moment in the anime was feeding me too much and now it's showing fruits of it (Me being absolutely OBSESSED)

Ayumu x Yuu (Love Live Nijigasaki) (Not Canon)

My thoughts: Since we're on the topic of the childhood friends trope, obviously Ayumu and Yuu couldn't be missing from any part of this list. They're just so good together that it's shocking. Ayumu going yandere whenever a girl is close to Yuu and Yuu being absolute women charmer being surrounded by girls in the club is giving me life. They're just absolute adorable together and with them I'm absolutely sure they ended up together somewhere in the future.

[otaqueer]

Post 1- From Class-S to I'm in Love With the Villainess: Is it gay to be gay?

In the beginning, there was no yuri (what a sad world to live in!), but in the early years of the 20th century, Class-S was born.

Class-S is a term used to coin a genre really prominent in Japanese fiction in the early 20th century. To sum it up, the S stands for concepts like sex, sentimentalism, shoujo, sisterhood, and more. These stories took place in all-girls schools, where they would experience romantic and/or platonic feelings towards each other, and they would even get to experience sexual attraction sometimes.

I will love to touch more on Class-S, how it came to be yuri and the Year 24 group and their works in future posts, but for now, I just wanted to clarify that, looking at Class-S as yuri’s predecessor, it had little to nothing to do with queerness, as these stories between young girls were considered just a phase. They would graduate school and marry men. Everything would go back to normal in the end.

We travel in time now to October 2023, when the I’m in Love With the Villainess anime based on Inori’s light novels and manga with the same title was released. This story is an isekai who follows Rei Oohashi, or Rae Taylor, as she is called in the world of her favourite otome videogame, to which she was spontaneously transported. The former burned-out office worker now lives in her favorite game, which takes place in some kind of Medieval-like time period, and where she is in love with the villainess rather than the male love interests. I was personally already obsessed with the novels so I really loved that they were doing an anime adaptation.

The anime had a good reception overall, with a bit of a viral moment originating from a conversation that happened on episode 3 (and part of the reason I thought of creating this blog).

The following does not contain spoilers per se:

Misha, Rae, Lene and Claire are having tea together and Misha confronted Rae with the following question:

“Are you what they call gay?”

And it says so in Japanese as well, using “doseai-sha”, which directly translates to “homosexual”. Lene scolds Misha, as she deems that question inappropriate, to which Rae clarifies that she is okay talking about it. Claire expresses that she is uncomfortable with that conversation and that she feels herself in danger around Rae, to which Misha points out that those are prejudices and it is not okay to have them. After Claire has been scolded, Lene verbalizes what she just thinks she understood: For Rae, gender doesn’t matter when it comes to love. But turns out, it does. Rae clarifies that, for her, gender matters as she only likes girls, not boys.

I loved this conversation from the bottom of my heart. Also, in the novels, topics like being transgender and gender non-conformity are also mentioned very thoroughly from Rae’s thoughts and memories from her previous life and some other events that take place in the story.

This marks a very big checkbox for me about queerness in manga and anime: It is queer out loud. So I guess this raises a question: Does a manga or anime need to be queer this out loud in order to be classified as “properly queer”? My answer is, although I loved this and wish to see it more in this kind of works, it probably shouldn’t be a necessary criteria to be met. At the end of the day, I am seeing everything through Western lenses and, though I think it is a worldwide wish to be able to speak about queerness more openly in fiction, every country has their own reality, as every author and artist does. All in all, not talking about something does not make it any less true.

But, after episode 3 was released, it caused some negative reactions online.

These screenshots were uploaded by Twitter user ShoujoCent:

Although not talking about something doesn’t make it any less true, it seems like some yuri fans don’t consider the yuri genre to be queer in on itself. They don’t consider the sexual and romantic attraction between two women to be necessarily sapphic.

This reminded me of the Class-S conception: These girls love each other romantically, they are attracted to each other sexually, but it is just a thing girls do sometimes, isn’t it?

It is pure entertainment, it is simply fun, or beautiful to watch. The stereotypical girl who chases another girl and is not afraid to say out loud that she wants her as it is not a serious thing is simply a loved trope, it doesn’t mean anything.

One thing that the World Wide Web has given us is that people speak up their minds more often and louder than before. Someone could read yuri in the 80’s just because they liked the appeal of it and then be a homophobe, but no one would know about the hypocrisy of those two acts coexisting together. Probably, many more wouldn't think that is a hypocritial thing to do. Sadly, this thought never died, and queer people are still regarded by many as just a theoretical concept made to entertain them, to have opinions about us and to consume us as simple content.

This is not to say that Class-S was untouched by queer people, as one of the most notable authors, Nobuko Yoshiya, was a lesbian. Also, Class-S authors were not to blame for the way queer themes were used devoid of queerness for (mostly) straight readers to consume. But the message that those works expressed 100 years ago should have already disappeared, as in most of the world’s societies we know about the existence of queer people as real, tangible beings.

For me, queerness in fiction doesn’t have to be about saying it out loud, but it sure has to do with not separating queer people and queer themes from queerness.

All in all, I’m in Love With the Villainess is a very queer work by a very queer author, since Inori also happens to be a trans woman and her themes really do have a contrast with the Class-S narrative.

What do you think? Do we share the same concept of queerness?

Thank you for reading my first post!

[rmd-writes]

a love note (and some fics)

Sometimes I wonder if there's really anything bigger out there - the universe, some kind of higher power, fate - and then I think about how extremely lucky I am that I became obsessed with a certain tv show and its characters at just the right time so that I could befriend someone who then introduced me to a particular book at exactly the right time to fall in love with those characters as well. And then, because of my need to have more of those characters, I went looking for more stories about them at exactly the right time to meet a group of people (some of them together, some of them later, but that doesn't matter) who would go on to become my friends.

There must be something, right? To bring together a group of people who live in five to seven different time zones depending on the time of year. To create my safest spaces on the internet. To share not just our love for a book and its characters, but parts of our lives with each other. To have them all wedge themselves into the soft spaces of my heart and never leave.

I've been thinking about this a lot over the last two weeks, because those people conspired and collaborated to gift me a collection of 10 incredible fics for a milestone birthday (tomorrow!) - even though some of them haven't written fic for months and months, or don't write for this fandom at all anymore, or have recently been finding it hard to make words work and finish fics, or are just plain busy with other projects and life. That they took the time to find and make words for me means everything and more 💖💖

I've been absolutely overwhelmed with love these past 10 days (probably to the surprise of no one, I have cried at every single fic drop and I'm crying writing this now). So, I want to share the wonderful fics that they've written for me with you all because it's the least I can do to pay it forward and they're objectively stellar fics. If you haven't come across them already then you should definitely add them to your to read lists/open tabs/MFL. Please show my friends some love and read their work.

The Rae of Sunshine! collection, in order of publication (with my very short summaries):

Take It Back (4.2K) by @three-drink-amy

Henry is the head chef at a French restaurant and there's one patron who keeps sending his dishes back. How can they resolve this?

Dick, Dick Dick (You Down) (10.2K) by @everwitch-magiks

Alex runs the craft services trailer on the set of actor!Henry's latest movie. Is he the only person who sees behind the façade?

A deceptively soft story, given the title.

Precious Love (1.3K) by floatingaway4

The fluffiest follow up to one of my favourite AUs Amigos y Migas (aka the food truck au).

Midnight ice cream (5.8K) by @the-amber-fox

Emotional support Cornettos? More likely than you think.

Make it Right (5.3K) by @three-drink-amy (that's right, Ally wrote me TWO FICS)

A rogue little Tarlos fic in amongst the firstprince - a post-season 1 canon divergence that sees TK working in a taco truck while he finds his feet.

a taste of life (7.4K) by @indomitable-love

A journey through Henry's life, told through food. (This one is not my summary, indomitablelove already summed it up perfectly)

Risotto + Melanzane + Dolce (a love story) (16.8K) by @villiageidiot

Alex starts working at an Italian restaurant and is terrible at his job. Somehow, Henry doesn't seem to mind.

Cursed is a State of Mind (WIP) by @welcometololaland & @dustratcentral

A 5 + 1 treatise on cursed coffee consumption.

12 Year Starter (6.6K) by @clottedcreamfudge

When Pez can't make it to Henry's Michelin-star birthday dinner, he arranges for Henry's friend, Alex, to take his place. Featuring CCF's signature banter and fun, and a menu that I wish was real.

Pour Your He(art) Out (WIP) by @athousandrooms

A 5+1 ode to latte art (featuring actual art!)

You can find the entire collection here on Ao3.

[strangerthingsfanworkrecs]

Can I recommend the user SpicySix? They haven't written in a little while but I keep going back to their work. Sometimes it feels like my head is in the fandom sand and they're the breath of fresh air I needed.

Introducing @spicysix

We're highlighting Lui for their written fics! All recs tagged #spicysix will be for their work. Lui answered some questions about their process below.

What's a fandom interaction that made you really happy?

Honestly being recommended for this was a huge one lmao I almost cried. But also every time someone reaches out to me to talk about my fics or even leaves a comment or bookmarks one of my works on ao3 it's always the same awesome rush

What's your favorite character or aspect of Stranger Things to create for?

I must say I'm partial to the underdogs. So writing about the characters that are hardly written about is always always fun to me. Argyle and Jonathan specially, those two are so fun to mess around with

What's your writing process like? Any tools you favor?

I use Scrivener to write and it's my favorite tool, specially for bigger fics or series where I can have everything in one place. As for my writing process, it's very simple tbh. I have an idea (usually comes from a song's title or lyrics), I write down the whole general gist of it. If it's a longer chaptered fic, I like to have an outline of what happens in each chapter so I don't get lost. But if it's a shorter fic I mostly just go with the feeling as I write. I don't usually write out of order, neither in long or short fics, so I just keep going chronologically through what I want to happen

What was it like to work on fake it 'till you make it?

"fake it 'till you make it" came to me firstly through a request, I think it was from one of those prompt lists, an anon asked for a "how long do we have to keep this up for + fake dating with Jonathan". That rented a building in my head and I ran for the hills with it. It took me a whole month writing it, and it was all I could think about during that whole time because I was having so much fun with it. I didn't even planned it to go so far but it was like I jumped out of my body and when I went back I had 9k words of love and devotion for that lil creep weirdo. It was the biggest fic I had written so far, and even I didn't know i had so much to praise about Johnnyboy. It was an amazing process, though, and I loved every second of it, of writing about Nancy and Steve too, of coming up with a fun and believable enough Reader Character that was so out of the loop without knowing, and their realization on their feelings for Jonathan and for everything surrounding him. A classic romcom, and it's as fun to write one as it is to read or watch one. It's one of my favorites to this day

What was it like to work on now i don't hate California after all?

"now i don't hate California after all" is a song from my favorite singer, Carly Rae Jepsen, and it had been a while since I listened to it, and then I listened a while after watching ST S4 and I was already obsessed with Argyle so the little gears in my head started turning all the right ways and I was like. Wait A Second. This is so Jargyle. I just love love love how different their aesthetics and personalities are and how they're still So Connected Somehow. And we know Jonathan's a broody guy while Argyle is so vibrant, no way in hell Jon liked him immediately when they first met - dude has like one friend and a half, he's the most antisocial person on media, we know he puts out this huge hater persona hiding his big bleeding fragile heart. I had to do something with this thought so I DID A LOT with it. It's a fic very dear to my heart because it was the fist Jargyle I wrote, and I was and still am so proud of the way I characterized the boys, how I developed their relationship and Jonathan's thoughts. And it also grew on me years later because I found myself in the same position as Jonathan, having to move away with no friends and hating it at first but then finding a friend and lover that made it all easier - and we both also enjoy The Weed Herb so us and Jargyle are like the same yknow. It's one of my favorite fics and one of my favorite songs by CRJ and it feels amazing to Not Hate California After All, 10/10 experience i recommend it to everyone

[chiimeramanticore]

what up gamer !!!! whats ur next big art project gonna be?

short answer:

long answer: i have a lot of things i want to do all of which ive been putting off to some degree but i can try to tell you about all of them rn lol! most immediately is getting the charm orders shipped out, which has had just about everything that could possibly go wrong go wrong with it but like we ball i guess. and simultaneously the @showroomcertifiedzine that im trying my DAMNDEST to get to ppl before the year ends but also i will never let myself go "how hard could it be" ever again lmao.

after that i wanna try to pick up some writing stuff again, i have a couple of scripts that i actually Want to work on this time but havent had the time, and i wanna go back to potb REAL bad but im on the fence about if i should continue where i left off or start rewriting it because oh my god i want to rewrite so much of this fic now. during the accidental hiatus i reevaluated how i see a lot of the characters and now i feel like ive written a fic ooc enough yet widely-read enough that it'll become That One Fic that so many fandoms have and i would simply never be able to live with myself /j i cant decide if i wanna try to course correct and have a potentially messy ending or restart entirely and deprive everyone of beachdook confession and/or first kiss scene for another 3 years lmfao. vote now on your phones i guess

after that im less sure? i have videos about stuff other than animatronics i wanna make but i kinda have all the time in the world to make those. after getting so obsessed with yes man ukagaka i've wanted to make my own and have it be an oc thing. i still wanna make the rae dating sim lol. but all this is effectively on hold (except the zine and charms since those have ppl waiting on me) until i get whatever hell my brain is in out of there lol so . idk wish me luck on finding The Vitamin i guess

[chodzacaparodia]

Do you mind if I ask your top 5 (or top 10) favorite moments from any media that you love (can be books, anime/manga, tv series, movies, games, etc)? Thanks if you want to answer. Sorry if I ask too much....

Hi! ヽ(￣▽￣)ノ

Thank you so much for your ask! And you don't have to apologize, I really like this kind of stuff, although the answer is a bit time-consuming because I really have to think about it all. But I'm really grateful ♡ And I'm sorry it took me a while 🙈

The order will be random because I'll probably randomly remember these moments lol.

This list obviously contains spoilers, so I'll start each moment by stating the series it's from. I won't repeat the media, just because.

(Fruits Basket) - Breaking the curse by the last Sohmas

In particular, the moment when Kyo's curse is broken. It was something I had been waiting for practically since I found out about the curse. I really wanted these characters to break free, especially Kyo, whose future seemed bleak. And when it finally happened, it was a real catharsis. Tohru crying, Kyo ripping off the bracelet - it was absolutely beautiful. It was what my heart needed.

2. (Orb: On the Movements of the Earth) - Rafal admits that he believes in heliocentrism

It was definitely a breakthrough moment. It was a scene that showed that Orb: On the Movements of the Earth was something special, a series that was different from others. With this confession, Rafal risked everything and showed what kind of character he was. In this way, he passed the torch on. Rafal will always be in my memory.

3. (The Sunshine Court by Nora Sakavic) - Renee's conversation with Jean before he leaves for California

I love everything about Renee and Jean's conversation. They really were the right people at the wrong time. Renee gave Jean hope before he started his new life and helped him find what he needed to look for to enjoy his life. She kind of gave him the desire to live, or at least planted that seed.. And the way she gave him her cross necklace is absolutely beautiful and moving.

4. (Long Live Evil by Sarah Rees Brennan) - Rae sells dress after hearing Key's backstory

I'm obsessed with the relationship between these two and this scene was something special. Key, who seemed like a total psycho, decided to tell Rae his whole moving story of his life. And when he told her that he needed money to buy a special stone for the grave of his adoptive father, the only person who had given him care, Rae didn't hesitate for a moment: she took off her expensive dress and sold it to buy the stone. This scene is even more telling when you know the whole history of these characters. I'm in love with this scene.

5. (The Dream Thieves by Maggie Stiefvater) - "Ronan's second secret was Adam Parrish".

I don't need to say anything more. This is the moment when the reader starts screaming because there is no better way for the author to show that the protagonist is in love with someone. One iconic sentence that I absolutely love.

6. (Game of Thrones) - Arya Stark destroys House Frey

Certainly no revenge tasted like this. This scene made me want to clap. It was so well thought out, so shocking. Typical Game of Thrones, but it's hands down my favorite scene of the show. Oh man, Arya gave Frey a cake made from his sons before she killed him! And how she removed her face to reveal her true self. Absolutely insane.

7. (Wind Breaker) Suo goes feral

Suo is my absolute favorite character from Wind Breaker and when he finally lost all his composure I wanted to scream. This guy is so mysterious, always hiding behind a mask and in that moment he showed that he has something dark inside him. I LOVE THIS

8. (Moriarty the Patriot) - Sherlock saves William

God, I absolutely love this scene. You can feel the homoerotic tension between them (no one will convince me that Sherliam is not canon, just look at this scene!!!). Beautiful, moving. I'm speechless.

9. (Unravel Me by Tahereh Mafi) - Warner feeds a starving dog

I read this book probably over 10 years ago and I still remember this scene. Definitely my favorite. Warner was supposed to be a bad guy and he fed a starving dog when he thought no one was looking! He's got a heart! This moment did something to Juliette and it definitely did something to me. I was in love with Aaron Warner and this scene will forever remain in my heart.

10. (My Hero Academia) Deku tells Todoroki that this is his power

My favorite scene from My Hero Academia, the moment when my shipper senses exploded. Thanks to Midorya's efforts, Todoroki changed and accepted himself and his power. A powerful scene that made Midorya become someone important in Todoroki's life

Unfortunately, I've already used up my 10-moment limit... This question was harder than I thought, because I found myself wanting to write about a character dying in front of another character I was shipping with (I wanted to do it at least 3 times). But I refrained from writing about these moments, because while I absolutely love them because of how they affected me, I also hate them because they're so painful.

I had more and probably definitely) there would be moments that I love more, but these came to mind at the moment :')

Anyway, thank you so much for your ask!

Have a nice day! ♡

[sapphire-writes]

Let's spread some positivity! Tag some of your fellow content creators here and let them know why they are absolutely amazing!❤️

ohmygoodness I love this idea! here are some of my faves at the moment; if there's anyone I've missed that's my bad, this fandom is full of so much talent!! ❤️ here's who I've been obsessed with lately in no particular order:

@oneeyedvisenya ~ rae, my ride or die, my slowburn, smut, Aemond QUEEN! one of the first accounts I ever followed you know how obsessed I am with your fics & I love that we're both so feral and unhinged about that one-eyed grump 🫶🏻 you're so incredibly talented I'm always in awe!

@undertheorangetree ~ karina, good GOD! under the god's eye HELLO?!?! you are so incredibly talented my friend I'm so glad I found your work!! ❤️

@randomdragonfires ~ sam!! your writing is incredible you are truly the queen of angst in my eyes like have I read something of yours without crying?? who's to say??

@humanpurposes ~ gee, the talent, the modern Aemond---- need I say more? My Heart Belongs to Daddy is a constant reread for me!

@hamatoanne ~ anne, your work literally has me in a chokehold good GOD queen of modern smut fr

@valeskafics ~ bel, the range, the writing, the smut, the OG modern queen hello?? you literally write like you're running out of time I'm so impressed by your dedication to your craft!! incredible!

@ewanmitchellcrumbs ~ ange, good lord what can I even say?? your work is so iconic whenever I see you've posted I immediately start giggling knowing I'm in for a treat

@barbiedragon ~ fae, you own modern Daemyra in my eyes, the way you write them is so *chef's kiss*

@asumofwords ~ tee, the sublet *takes deep breath* what are you doing to me bestie?!?! you're so insanely talented I am obsessed with you and your fic!!

@scalyfreaks ~ daisy, good GOD! I am so beyond obsessed with Aegon x Amara, started with burning jasmine and have followed ever since. me and my friend irl have a joke that burning jasmine is canon in our minds lmao "get scalyfreaks in the writer's room!" you're so insanely talented I'm continuously impressed by your writing!

@cyeco13 ~ bestie, your art is incredible! you are so insanely talented I love seeing you post! you also made me a fanart for my story which I cannot thank you enough for!

@theoneeyedprince ~ justine!! a refined taste, need I say more?? you are so talented my friend and I can see how much of your heart and soul you poured into this fic! love to see your comment

this fandom is full of so many talented writers and content creators so happy to be a part of it! ❤️

[writingmochi]

! "favorite kpop group(s)" tag game !

tagged by: raeri @14raeriluv thank you so much for tagging me! (you've tagged me twice n i want more if you have more tag games under your sleeve. also, it is raeri, right? or rae?)

| who is your favourite kpop group?

currently, txt, enhypen, ateez (yes, in that order cause i enjoy ateez's songs but don't follow their schedule as much, i watched en-o'clock and jake is my muse but don't usually hear their songs, and i can still feel my heart fluttering whenever i come across txt)

| which member sparked your interest first?

txt: yeonjun! he's the first member to be revealed during their debut days and i was one of the first to watch his announcement vid

enhypen: jake. his pics and vids during i-land days (even tho i don't interact with i-land cause i am SICK of survival shows, fuuuuck them!)

ateez: seonghwa cause of his appearance that i still remember (the platinum blond hair with fake lip ring)

| who was your first bias?

txt: soobin is who i claimed as my first bias (i had to be careful with that cause i had a friend who believes the "bias is mine" mindset and she also picked soobin lol so i claimed that my bias is yeonjun >.<)

enhypen: jungwon! i know surprising, but he is and will be my younger bro, but my bias changes depending on who i vibe with and having a sibling connection with won feels weird because i usually read fics of my biases and it feels awkward for me to read a reader x won fic (esp if it's romantic)

ateez: mingi. i like people with deep voices (cause i also have one for being a contralto) and his voice just caught me off guard. then, i moved to wooyoung because he likes jimin and park jimin was my ult bias for like 4 years (i'm a simple girl. if he biases my bias, he is my bias)

| who is your current bias?

txt: soobin

enhypen: jake

ateez: seonghwa

| what makes them your current bias?

visual and voice definitely come to mind. for me, they are so partner-coded with their own pros and cons and i think all of them have a sense of stability within them (soobin with leadership, jake with intelligence, seonghwa with wisdom). while career-wise, they're the underdogs of their groups and i have a thing for underdogs that makes me wanna support them more. they're not flashy enough to be called an ace but also talented enough to be an all-rounder

| who is your bias wrecker?

txt: yeonjun for the longest time. taehyun when i was writing troubled pixies (i even considered biasing yeonbintyun because of it)

enhypen: jay and heeseung! jongseong's been the longest bias wrecker in enha since he almost stole jaeyun's seat numerous times while heeseung is a new one because he's FFFFFFFFAAAAAAWWWKKKing hot and talented (also their music taste combined = my current music taste + they play instruments so that's a plus for me cause i love musicians (most of my real life crush are musicians/can play instruments))

ateez: CHOI SAN FTW istg this guy pls let me bias seonghwa in peace. also, i'll never forget my time biasing wooyoung and he is still lingering on my mind

| which members are you currently obsessing over that aren't your bias/bias wrecker?

txt: i don't think i have one. my member obsession will change depending on which fics of theirs that i'm currently writing (cause all of them are equally chaotic in my eye)

enhypen: KIM SUNOO MY BESTIE!!! he's my fellow 03 liner bestie and he's just a breath of neutral-feminine fresh air in the otherwise hypermasculine vibes of enhypen. i always see myself supporting him more than jake cause he is also an underdog in my eye

ateez: jeong yunho. the immaculate talent he has. the freaking smile. UGHHHHH

| when did you first discover the group?

txt: have been there since the beginning, baby! pre-debut times where bighit announces that bts is having a little brother group and the rest is history

enhypen: i've known about i-land (that's when i saw jake's announcement pic and he is such AWOOGAH) but i'm pissed off by survival shows that i don't wanna feel traumatized anymore. i've heard of given-taken but i didn't start being a fan until drunk-dazed - fever era cause that ep is so nice and they have a show with txt so... yeah!

ateez: back in 2018, so many random play dance vids had pirate king as one song in their roster and so i started to get interested. i became a fan during the start of the treasure ep 2 promotions (the red bg concept photo with blond seonghwa, yes that's the one that i mentioned before) and i binge their content including kq fellaz, ep 1, and the short version of hala hala at that time and it's still one of my fav songs of theirs

| have you ever been to one of their concerts?

txt: twice! act: lovesick in 2022 and act: sweet mirage in 2023. i stand pretty far from the stage (because i don't wanna get crowd crush and i can dance and enjoy however i want) but i actually went past their van convoy on the highway on my way home lmao (me and my best friend actually didn't actually believe it was them until we saw that kai had done a very brief weverse live on the van around the same time i drove my car past their van. the fact that i'm meters away from them but we're shielded by each of our vehicles sadge)

enhypen: never, cause they don't consider my city/country to have many engenes. i'm willing to pay to go watch them in another city/country but depends on scheduling and setlist (cause i'm here to watch them perform given-taken live and they don't have it in the latest setlist for the fate tour which is such a disappointment on my end)

ateez: yeah? they're part of a line up for spotify on stage back in 2019 alongside (g)i-dle and rich brian. so i consider that i have watched them in a concert~

| what are some of your favourite songs by this group?

making this a top 5 (in no particular order) cause that will challenge me

txt: farewell, neverland ; ghosting ; growing pain ; can we just leave this monster alive ; our summer

enhypen: given-taken ; attention, please ; blockbuster ; flicker ; shout out

ateez: answer ; hala hala ; take me home ; utopia ; inception

tagging: the moots who are active recently aka @boba-beom @junniieesbby @lovejoshua @itz-yerin @wave2tyun @sooepz @euphor1a @pyeonghongrie @txt-yaomi and writers i've interacted with recently (through the networks and sideblogs) @wonryllis @beomie3 @gyutarling @anyamaris @wooyoungqueen @sanjoongie @stardragongalaxy and anyone i didn't tag can also join in! (soz if i forget yall tho)

[rae0fsunsh1ne]

I’m rewatching The Order because it’s familiar and safe and stupid. Also I’m noticing all new things to be annoyed about. This show makes no sense. I love it.

[randomkposts]

You can take your time with this, but how would a wholly genderbent deathnote be?

You can take your time with this, but how would a wholly genderbent deathnote be?

A wholly genderbent death note?

I must admit ,anon -I took my time with this, because the scope of that is a little intimidating. Also Eclipse has been busy with work and Baldur's Gate 3, and hasn't had much energy to brainstorm. Thank you for your patience. 

To start with, the gender politics of this world are very different, as a lot of people in important positions have become female.

 Higuchi, is head of the technological development of the Yotsuba group at age 32, in 2004. He's canonically obsessed with gaining social status, power, and wealth, and is implied to not be as competent as his colleague's. If it were just him swapping genders that would carry unfortunate implications, but the rest of the group heads were male,  are also gender swapped, so now she's power climbing ambitious hate-sink, I guess. Just like before. 

Would Demegawa still be a sensationalist media director of a TV station in a gender swap? Maybe not if it was just him being swapped. That story would probably her being a lacky who made it higher (quite possibly to Kira Deaths in the industry) who is running the station in part two, someone who reached too high and fell to Kira like all others. 

The director of the FBI Stev(i)e Mason, is female, and so is most of the American FBI, with Misora standing out. Actually, in this AU would Penber have still told her fiance to stay in the kitchen and quit his job in order to marry her? Is she still reluctant to marry him? If so, that certainly carries implications about gender roles in this world.

But let's say things are different and Penber is less of a sexist jerk, and Misora had to tie up some loose ends on a previous job, before Rae dies. Misora is still one of the bigger threats to Light in series, and had to be taken down quickly for the story to work. It would certainly up the stakes if that coincidence was taken out, but keeping them there and playing multi person chess would be a lot harder.

The SPK of America, and the police of Japan are now full of ladies. It turns Lady Lights' desire from controversial to expected again.

On the flipside, crime is also made up of ladies, such as Mello's Mafia, Misa's stalker, and independents such as Otoharada.

It's starting to feel kind of like Barbieland, as there is a noticeably higher number of named male characters then Female in the universe of Death Note. Like really, off the top of my head I can think of 13 named female characters in death note, and I'm including characters like Misa's friend Yoshi.

In this gender swapped Death Note, by 2009, there is something that hasn't happened in reality in the states. There is a Madame President, and Vice president. Mrs Roger is so done with Watari, she never wanted to spend this much time around children and here she is running an orphanage filled with them. I'm going to assume Linda is still into art.

In a world where Watari was the only one gender swapped,  I would wonder if Watari's past as an inventor was a bit like L being the world famous detective that no one sees. I also wonder about her backstory having her well trained in espionage, and marksmanship. Watari was born in 1933 (anime), which is in the range of world war 2, but would make her a young child when it started and ended. Does this mean that in the Death Note universe World War 2 lasted longer, or did England get up to orphan spy training programs, that later inspired Watari to create orphan detective programs. Wait, is this becoming a kind of crossover with Gallagher girls? After all, just because Watari founded a school in England, didn't mean she was from there. Also transfers were a thing. Or could have been. That's fun. 

I'd say Watari would have to be a lot louder to get such a rep as L's handler. After all, stupid people still exist even when you have a rep. I wonder if she used disguise to help? Of course, thats in a solo, and this is about everyone.

Aiber and Wedy

Wedy is L's profesional cat burglar and survalance expert. In story she mostly looks cool, installs some bugs to evesdrop, and rides a motorcycle. 

Aiber gets more to characterize himself and stand out. Aiber is L's professional con-man, and social infiltrator, said to be able to blend in with varied types of social groups. L has enough evidence to land Aiber in lifetime prison, and has saved Aiber's life a couple of times. Its also said (in how to read) that he is multilingual, often assumes fake identidies, and gets his biggest thrills from swindling and living on the edge. Basically. He sounds a bit like a male Black Widow, with less combat training, and tramatic backstory… presumably. Hmmm, also less brainwashing

L trusts Aiber enough to use one of the other detective names he stole, and play the roll of Eraldo Coil. I can't say if Aiber is playing the roll of L playing Coil, or original coil. He also, has a family, and heavily dislikes guns.

For the most part, they are pretty typecast by their character designs  if it were a story about any of them individually, there's more space for extrapolation, but in large groups it becomes a norm. Female Aiber could be interesting to explore as an individual. Actually, so could male. Same with Watari, or any of them really, by any writer who decides to get really invested in it.

Still, in fanwork, you have to consider the conservation of the ship of Theseus. At what point in replacing the parts do you have a new ship? Is it when the first nail is replaced? The fifth? The planks? The entire boat? Is it still the same boat after all that change? Likewise, you can never be the same person you were at eleven, or even two years ago. You have grown, your body has changed old cells out for new ones, and most importantly you have had experiences that filter your thoughts into directions that filter your perceptions.

At what point in changing a character do they become an OC committing identity fraud? What core traits are important to keeping a character”in character”, even when you change the experiences that filter their perception of the world? What changes with gender, and what stays the same? 

Gender is a big factor in the face we present to the world. It has expectations with it. And the expectations of gender in Japanese culture are different then the ones in the west. Japanese culture is collectivist, and group cohesion is placed higher than the west's individual needs. There is also a shame culture in the east, in contrast to the west's guilt culture. Confucius vs Christian values. There are benefits and pitfalls to both worldviews. 

It's not something anyone would know their first time watching eastern media, but with learning more about these cultural aspects, one can look back to characters they didn't previously understand the motives of in a new light.

Time is also a factor. The culture and expectations adults today grew up with, are different from the ones they would have experienced 20 years ago, for all that there have been things that stayed the same? 

I should also get into Honne and Tatemae. Tatemae is whats expected by society and required according to one's position and circumstances. The Honne is one's true feelings and desires, which may be contrary to society's expectations and is often kept hidden except with one's closest friends. 

It ties in with Japanese Confucianism Beliefs, of human centered virtues for harmonious and peaceful society. Essentially, in Japanese culture Public failure and disapproval of others are seen as a source of shame and reduced social standing, so direct confrontation is something they wish to avoid. The traditional social norm then is to minimize discord, not doing so might be seen as insulting or aggressive.

I feel a good example can be seen in this quote from this article.

“A Belgian friend of mine once kindly told a Japanese librarian that the English travel guides had been misplaced in the “History” section. The woman immediately started apologizing almost hysterically, bowing, hiding her face in her hands and looking so distressed that my Belgium friend started apologizing frantically as well, and left as fast as she could after putting the books back where they belonged. A Japanese student, had he or she noticed the mistake, would probably have took it upon himself or herself to silently put the books back into the right place, and nobody but a foreigner would have casually and publicly proclaimed something was wrong, thus unintentionally shaming the librarian and embarrassing themselves in the process.”

Not to say that we don't have social masks as well in the west. We do. But because its not talked about to keep social cohesion, you often don't realize you have been angering someone to the point hurt and resentment and grudges towards you has built up until things escalate.

Politeness is something that keeps society together. We have scripts for interacting with others to keep things even keel. We have rules that we all follow to more or less get along with other people. This is true of any lasting society. 

We all expect other people to follow the rules, and make exceptions for those we consider close to us.

Perhaps that paints Light's killing of criminals with more context. These people did not follow the rules for harmonious society.  Light told Rem to find someone selfish and cruel enough to be willing to use the Death Note, while being dumb enough to not spread out his corporate killings. She found Higuchi. Nobody likes him. His collages instantly pin him as Kira. He's a victim no one would have any qualms about dying if it were not for the Kira case.

Lights dream for the Millennium Kingdom-I mean- new world, consist of kind hearted people he deems fit to live in it. He claims that once the world as a whole changes people will become kinder as a whole. He starts with criminals, then plans to move to immoral people, and harassers, and has later plans to kill people who refuse to contribute to the good of society, or lazy people as he put them. I have to wonder whether Light living through “The Lost Decade” had any influence on his thoughts here?

He's basing who should live in the world he wishes to build on those who can follow the rules (both said and unsaid) of society he knows. And he is using the rules of Japanese Justice to enforce them.

The Phoenix Wright games are not a bad place to start understanding Japanese Justice. Japan has a 99.8% conviction rate in cases that go to trial. For all we make jokes about the confetti that comes down when Pheonix wins a case, with those numbers, winning a case as a Defense Attorney is rare, and worthy of celebration. 

While no real trial that I am aware of has needed to cross examine a parrot, Japan's “hostage justice” means a long uphill battle for an acquittal. 

On Japanese Justice

Japan also practices Capitol Punishment and the death penalty.

To Light, narcissist, son of a police officer, and good Japanese student, this is probably what everyone is secretly wanting but could never do. But he can. And will do it for them. And if not, well they will come around when they see how much better it is, his way. He just needs time to change the world.

But back to a point, of sorts, Eclipse and I try to keep a balance of sorts between what we know of Japanese culture, and fun headcanons. We certainly go into cracky territory (no regrets about Cat Misa here), but I also don't see a lot of reasons that most of the character traits with the other characters need to change with Gender, when gender is not the only factor that make up their persona. What we see of most of the other characters are what are culturally or socially expected of them. We don't see their Honne, just their Tatemae. 

I'm going to end this with another Lady Virgilia video about Persona 5, this one about Socialcultural context. P5 is very on the nose apt with its gameplay mechanic about removing their mask to send their will of rebellion out to fight. 

[thedroneranger]

The Drone Ranger's Be Kind Rewind ⏪ taecupsandtopgun Edition!

A rec reblog series dedicated to the fics that we love so much, we've re-read them!

Check out @teacupsandtopgun's piping hot Rewind :) Such a kind human—so happy you wanted to share your favorite re-reads, Beth. Thank you!

While we continue to churn out amazing new content, let's be kind and rewind to some of the OG content we love! And don't forget to reblog when you re-read! Continue to show your comfort fics and favorite creators some love. It helps keep the fresh content coming :)

To keep this going throughout the summer, I'll continue to invite friends—other creators and readers—to share their lists. Stay tuned!

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fics below the cut (listed in alphabetical order by title)

Damn Those Dog Tags, Jake Seresin, @horseshoegirl So many beautiful moments that I love to reread, and a phenomenal slow-burn romance.

drenched in molten gold, Bradley Bradshaw + Natasha Trace, @lewmagoo Hot. So fucking hot it's unbelievable.

Happy Little Accidents, Bob Floyd, @yanna-banana Such a beautiful characterisation of Bob, and the first full series I read about him.

kinda might, sorta like, love you a little bit, Jake Seresin, @theharddeck This is where I boarded the Jake Seresin smut obsession train and never looked back!

My Girl, Jake Seresin, @ereardon I think this is the first fic series that I ever read. Every update was so exciting, and I was absolutely hooked the whole way through.

sin adorno o flores, Mickey Garcia, @rae-gar-targaryen All the Mickey x Cielo fics are like poetry to me. The prose is absolutely stunning!

Steady, Bradley Bradshaw, @callsignvalley This one is a real comfort fic, it's a story about healing and having a second chance at love.

Whiskey and Wine, Jake Seresin, @say-al0e There's something about this fic that is just so sensual and wonderful; I love it!

Creator's Own

California Problems, Jake Seresin This was the first ever fic that I've shared on Tumblr, and it's blossomed into a little universe. The TGM fandom has been so supportive, and I love being part of it!

Creator's note: 🥰 It's such a great idea, thank you so much for supporting fellow fic writers!

Tag list and friends: @petcr3 @desert-fern @Sagittarius-Lovewitch @mygyn @sweetwhispersofchaos @horseshoegirl @the-annoying-fan @dingochef @moon42flight @thecitysgraveyard @ereardon @roosterforme @cherrycola27 @galaxy-of-stories @taytaylala12 @malindacath @violyn20 @awildewit @potato-girl99981 @shanimallina87 @blue-aconite @djs8891 @linkpk88 @furiousladyking @daggerspare-standingby @princess76179 @jstarr86 @hecate-steps-on-me @darkheartcherry @soulmates8 @roosters-girl @dempy @roosterisdaddy36 @hangmanscoming @s-u-t @mavrellover91 @chicomonks @averyhotchner

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tagged by beloved @scenetocause doing this while I procrastinate getting ready for bed because I just got home and I'm sweaty

LAST SONG: Listening to Put Your Records On Corrine Bailey Rae rn like girl I'm literally putting my records AWN!

FAVORITE COLOR: Last month my co-worker called me Green Nadia because everything I own is green soewwwww.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: I just kinda stress rewatch Law & Order SVU or Criminal Minds on weekends. I just finished watching the Thai version of Cherry Magic and Tay Tawan the man you are.....

LAST MOVIE: I watched Inside Out 2 in the cinema by myself surrounded by pre-teens

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY: Where is sour 🤔 Sweet sour elite flavour combo

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: in love with a beautiful girl who is awfully far away

CURRENT OBSESSIONS: Omg thank you for giving me this space to talk about Vintage Nail Polish tiktok like I am OBSESSED with vintage dusties on tiktok like she revives really old nail polish and I love it. I want that hobby. Like how COOL is it to wear nail polish from the 1920s like that's so sick. I just think colours are such an interesting topic.....history of colours.....

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED: Literally just googled Blue Dot Nebraska because I was trying to tell Natalie that's what they call Omaha because they vote Dem in the middle of all the Republicans

tapping in @elementalmoments @ladyeggplant @astronomical-light @leapyeap @vegasgrandprix and whoever would also like to yap and procrastinate

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Deep Night Ep 5 Thoughts

Oops. Got distracted by Stardew Valley and also the return of my headache. Here’s hoping the meds kick in soon. But also I got the Stray Kids merch I ordered! Now I’m living in my new hoodie. Anyway it’s time for Deep Night 5: Rae Blogs Live. Wait no that one is too easy. Deep Night 5: Jealousy Dive. Yeah that one sounds right:

Who is hiring these unfluencers to talk shit when the police come? That’s a typo but I’m keeping it. Cause there’s no way they’re not in on it

I don’t know what Freya pays Dai but it is not enough. 

I don’t think I talked about the opening vocals when I liveblogged episode 4. So here’s me gushing about how absolutely fucking amazing they are. I do not think this would be an easy song to sing. It sounds easy but that’s because of the sheer talent and skill its being performed with. Like, I’m a passably decent singer. I can carry a tune. I am not the most impressive vocalist in the world but I have had multiple people ask me if I sing professionally or as a hobby somewhere. I would not be able to perform this song without HOURS of practice. Vocals are also an instrument that requires practice and technique and I am just so damn impressed with these vocals. I think the song itself is okay, but the singer does so much. The singer is actively carrying the melody and I cannot. I’ll stop talking about this now but if you want my thoughts on how the opening fits the show, let me know. Cause I do have some thoughts there but I think I should probably actually continue watching now

Freya and unnamed gorgeous woman are so cute. What is her name? I need to know for reasons. 

Unrelated to anything but I am having an excellent hair day and I am annoyed that only I will see it. 

Seiji. You can love both of them. I promise. It’s okay. They’re gonna fall in love with each other too. I don’t know if they actually do in the show but don’t worry about that. Semantics. You’ll all be in love.

Ken can be the one that tucks them both into bed at night. 

I need Khem to apologize to Wela so bad. He very clearly actually feels bad and wants to apologize.

Honestly, I don’t think I could say no to Khem’s face. I mean just look at how cute he is

Awww he apologized. Now make it a good one.

I love them????

Now boys. You’re on the roof. Not even gonna lay down a towel or nothing?

Ooohhhh here comes his mother. Oh she got distracted. Seems Wela knows his mother well. But still. The roof? Boys. 

Khem is very good at apologizing. It’s because he thinks about how his words and actions have hurt the people he loves. And he cares more about not hurting them than he does about being right. And I think he will not make the same mistakes twice. 

Obsessed with this. More please. 

Khem and his mom are so cute. 

I’m sure someone else has talked about Khem giving Wela his watch and how that was so good for both of them. Khem can lay a small inconspicuous claim on Wela and when Wela is working he can use it to show Khem that he’s thinking of him so no need to get jealous. Its beautiful and brilliant. 

My man don’t do drugs in the bathroom. This isn’t the club for that.

Of course the cops showed up. Good for Khem knowing someone hired that man to do drugs. 

Honestly are the cops not bored?

I know what pink milk is. But what is red soda?

Is Ken gonna rat them out? Trying to make Seiji number 1? Got bad news about who Khem is and how his mom already knows. But I still see how that could be an issue. 

I mean, Seiji makes a good point. These issues did start when Khem started. It’s not his fault and it’s obvious who it is but he has no way to know that. 

Ken’s a bitch. I actually don’t like him. There was no reason for him to do that.

Yeah somehow I knew Seiji wouldn’t like that.

Get him Seiji. Get im.

I am so surprised that that woman showed up with the cops. Shocked I tell ya. Picking my jaw up off the floor. 

Time to watch episode 6 I guess. I don’t really care about this plotline but I’ll watch it anyway. But only after this commercial break (I caved and subscribed to dropout so i can watch game changer so that is what i will be doing for a minute between these episodes)