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UNKNOWN : A YOON JEONGHAN ONE-SHOT.

GENRE mystery, childhood best friends to ???, detective!jeonghan, high profile criminal!reader, more tba in full fic

WARNING(S) yn is literally her own person and a psycho basically (BUT she’s an adult!), includes a lot of dark themes & criminal/illegal activities (use of weapons, mentioned deaths of minor characters, escaping prison, lying to authorities, drugging a law enforcement officer, etc.), very plot heavy & potentially messy, teaser is really dialogue heavy, more tba in full fic

WORD COUNT 1,264 words (teaser)

A/N hi everyone this is my teaser/intro to detective!jeonghan <333 I did not expect to be working so hard on this lol ... it was supposed to be a cute little one-shot then it turned into THIS! anyway I hope you enjoy this little teaser! disclaimer, this is NOT a preview. the full fic (which is still a wip) will not include whatever is being written here.

RELEASE DATE mid to late december

Yoon Jeonghan was always top of his class in every subject, catching the eyes of the professors and students. He was never too eager to answer questions, yet never shied away when called upon. He was often said to be rather eloquent, knowing his way around words, how to manipulate them cleverly to get what he wanted. Though bad intentions were rare to cross in his bright mind, they weren’t strangers to him.

The only trait you shared with him was your intellectual prowess. Your lazy, laid-back attitude, constant truancy and sharp mouth to the higher-ups were a stark contrast to his rule-abiding personality. While he was busy meeting deadlines, you were occupied with outdoor activities not even he knew of.

Though, while Jeonghan was surpassing everyone at his school, you were also dominating the fields at yours, a level just below him — surprisingly. It was the universe’s gift to mankind that the two of you were never classmates. No one knew the depths of madness either of you would sink to just to outdo the other and emerge as the victor. No one wanted to.

GENEVA, SWITZERLAND 7 MARCH 2019, 13:20

“Maman, have you seen Papa’s watch? The one with his name engraved on the underside.”

“No, my dear. Perhaps it’s in the safe?”

“Hm, maybe. Papa! Check your safe! I’ll look in my room.”

You heard a shout of acknowledgement from your father, then proceeded into your small jewellery room. It wasn’t very well protected — the door was iron, “easy to dent” according to your mother — but you had nothing in there that was too precious to you, anyway.

You rummaged through the glistening archive, turning every wristwatch in hopes of identifying one with your father’s first name. The second set of timepieces sat beside the first, awaiting your foraging hands, until they paused.

“Ah, there we go! DARLING, I FOUND IT!”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you responded, “THAT’S GREAT! I’ll be out in a moment!”

You began to gracefully place the pieces back to their original positions, slotting the metals nicely into the velvet. When you were done, you turned to leave the room, but something caught your attention out of the corner of your eye.

You stalked towards a piece of yellowed paper peeking out from below one of your jewellery cases. Reaching out slender fingers, you pulled it towards you, unfolding it to read its contents.

The very first letter triggered a childhood memory — no, just a memory. It was too soon to call it ‘childhood,’ as the happenings only occurred a few years ago (or stopped occurring).

From JH To YN

Smiling, you folded it neatly and walked out of the room. With lingering thoughts, you hid the ageing letter safely in your locked drawer.

“Come, sweetie, the flight is at four. We don’t want to be late.”

“No rush, honey. We’re taking our own private jet.”

“Oh, hush, Alistair, there’s still a designated time to be there.”

“No fighting guys! I don’t wanna ruin my first day back in Korea before I even boarded the plane.”

NAME   UNKNOWN ALIASES   NONE RECORD ID#   CF-1495-19 NATIONALITY   UNKNOWN HEIGHT   160-180 CM WEIGHT   UNKNOWN EYE COLOUR   UNKNOWN HAIR COLOUR   UNKNOWN DOB   UNKNOWN AGE   UNKNOWN

ARREST & SENTENCING INFO (UNCONFIRMED)

190915 ARMED ROBBERY — 10Y 6M 0D 200528 GRAND THEFT AUTO — 4Y 8M 0D 210208 SECOND-DEGREE HOMICIDE — 38Y 1M 0D 211022 ARSON — 9Y 11M 220705 FIRST-DEGREE HOMICIDE — 95Y 0M 0D 230318 KIDNAPPING — 3Y 7M 0D

OTHER INFO

Possible other crimes committed by UNKNOWN. Cases stated above possibly not committed by UNKNOWN. Constant clean escapes, no evidence of identity, security cameras down. Sometimes solo, sometimes with partners.

ORDERS

Arrest on sight; to be detained for questioning.

SEOUL INTELLIGENCE AGENCY 25 FEBRUARY 2021, 15:07

The large conference room was buzzing with tension. The entire detective agency was called to gather for an incredibly serious case debrief. Nobody knew what was going on. Even the higher-ups who knew were a selective few.

Jeonghan took a seat beside one of his classmates from the Police Academy, Lee Jihoon. He was a rather short man, almost a complete head shorter than most of his colleagues. Jihoon gave a tight smile, aware of the solemn atmosphere settling in.

The room went silent when the Chief Detective, June Rodgers, stepped up to the pedestal with a document in her hands. As she looked around the room, she spoke into the microphone,

“For the past two years, there have been crimes committed by unknown people. No matter how many detectives or policemen we put on the job, we can never find a single piece of evidence alluding to our culprit. It’s frustrating. I can tell you that every single one of you has worked on one of these … unknown cases. We gather here today to establish this criminal, or group of criminals, as high-profile and our number one priority. However, the order is to arrest on sight, if we ever in a million years come to that point. We want answers — the death penalty, or life imprisonment, will come later. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Ma’am!”

It was a quick briefing on “UNKNOWN,” whoever they were. A person, or a group of people, or neither. Jeonghan was beyond curious; he already had some suspicions.

But he couldn’t let himself ponder any longer, because the fire alarm went off immediately after the Chief Detective left the room. Panic set in, sending the detectives into a frenzy. They were trying to keep calm, but Jeonghan could already smell the beading sweat on their foreheads and palms.

At the end of the day, no one, not even the agency’s best detectives, realised they’d detained the wrong person.

They found a man in full-black attire lurking near the burning building. When his hood was pulled down, his crazy grin revealed crooked, yellowed teeth, some already rotting. His skin was dry and flaky, hair full of dandruff. He tried to put up a fight, but the detectives were too strong enough against his nutrient-lacking, deteriorating bones.

He was the perfect image of an arsonist, a convict. Nothing to lose, yet nothing to gain, either.

They would never suspect someone dripping in Prada, nails clean and done, posture perfect every second of the day. They’d never suspect you.

Because who were you? An expatriate who moved to Switzerland for her studies, funded by her family’s wealth.

Paired with your psychology degree, you made the perfect felon. What praise you would get, if only law-breaking was legal …

──────

“I feel kinda bad for that guy.”

“His time had come. He was dying anyway … What’s the penalty for arson again?”

“Ten years? Fifty? Who the fuck cares?”

“Well, if the fire damaged even one really important case file, he’d probably get life imprisonment or a death penalty. Actually, I don’t know.”

“I don’t think any of us do. Especially you, YN. You do whatever you want. I bet you don’t even know how many years basic theft gets you.”

“Um, ten years? Two months? A week?”

“Not even close. A fine or three years.”

“Hey, Switzerland gives ten years. I haven’t been here since I was eighteen.”

“Yeah, but that’s for aggravated theft, and I’m a German citizen.”

“Whatever. Can we go back to discussing dinner? I’m starving. Let’s go to that Chinese place down the street, the one with really good dumplings.”

“You’re paying.”

“Says you, Mr. ‘I Have a Mansion in Thailand and a Long Ass Last Name to Go With It.’”

“No fighting. We’ll pay for what we get.”

“Yes, Taeyong.”

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alicia von rittberg gif pack .

in this gif pack you will find #1004 gifs of alicia von rittberg in becoming elizabeth, episodes 1 - 4 ( 2022 ). all of these gifs were created from scratch by me so please do not claim as your own or edit in anyway. please like or reblog this gifs if using. they were 27 - 28 years of age during the filming of this project so please take that into consideration if using these. contains: fire, flashing lights, kissing, food, ns*fw content

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Name: Venus Bell.

Alt Name: Venus Violet, The Cultivator.

True Name: V____

Special Titles: False God, God of the Wilds.

Old Special Titles: Protector, Knight, Private.

Username: theoneandonly

Nicknames: Mushie, V, Culti, Cult, Buttercup, God, Mushi, Mushroom, Shroomy, Icarus.

Chronological Age: 1020.

Age: Late 30s Early 40s.

Pronouns: He/They.

Sexuality: Bisexual.

Gender: None. But is generally Masculine.

Species: Mushie. (Old Man of the Woods/Violet Cort/Violet Deceiver Hybrid.)

Disorders: [redacted by V]

Religion: Daisyism, Technically.

Job: Cultivating, Technically.

Lives in: Wisconsin, 2024.

Languages: Fae, English. + Most Languages.

Height: Depends on form. Can range from 5’7” to 8ft.

Ethnicity: Fae.

Accent: Very odd. Not like any human accent that’s for sure. He also puts on a very “evil”/inhuman voice. His voice will sometimes crack into a more human one.

Voice Claim: Death from Puss and Boots. (When Pretending to be “Evil”)

Powers: [redacted by V]

Weaknesses: [redacted by V]

Weapons: Dual Wielding Swords.

Soul: Black/Purple Spotted Mushroom.

Alignment: ???

Text Color: Purple, Sometimes Black.

Main Hobbies: [redacted by V]

Diet: Due to his hunger, Cultivator must eat humans or raw meat in order to survive.

Favorite Food: Human, Meat In General, Soup, Wine, Bloxy Cola, Ratatouille, Lasagna, Trees, Licorice, Burgers, Peppermint Tea, Steak.

Favorite Flower: Violets.

Scent: Dirt, Fancy Blueberry Cologne.

Handedness: Left Handed.

Blood Color: Mushrooms. It’s.. just Mushrooms.

Awareness: Very Aware (Effect: Neutral.)

Birthday: February 29th 1004

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Cultivator is like schrodingers cat at the moment. Will he live? Will he die? Who knows! (He will probably live….)

Special Interests: [redacted by V]

Stims: [redacted by V]

Stimboard: (might make one who knows lol)

Moodboard: (^)

Fashion Board: (^)

Comfort Objects: [redacted by V]

Family:

Titania, Erlking (Adoptive Parents.)

Eyeris Cataract (Adoptive Sister.) (Strained)

Daisy Bell (Adoptive Daughter) (Strained)

Alice ThoroughGood (Daughter Figure) (Strained)

Friends: Dayfare, Jessa, Grat, Ebrofour, Zand, Zailyn, Lancia, Aculia.

Romance: Radio (Boyfriend.)

Enemies: Ozymandias, Cosmo.

Brief Personality: [redacted by V]

Brief Backstory: [redacted by V]

[eclipian]

Nonhuman Sidesystem

pt: nonhuman sidesystem

reminder beings will almost definitely not turn out exactly as described, and these can be edited and changed as needed.

number of members: 3

Divider Credit

“All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”

Collec. Title: Those of the Forest , The Faes Land , The Fae , The Fae Council

Collec. Name: Daisie , Ophelia , Navi , Fleur , Cordelia , Céilidh

Collec. Pronouns: fae/faer , they/them , she/her , myst/mystic , spe/spell , magi/magic , 🔮/🔮s , 🦋/🦋s , 🌟/🌟s , ✨/✨s , 🌷/🌷s , 🌸/🌸s

Collec. Gender: Genderfae, Faemestic , Mollifaeric , Faeure, Springfaesic , Fairycoric , Fairypretty ,

Collec. Attraction: Mspec Sapphic , Fairean , Faellion

Collec. Other ID: Fae Hyprid (Faívma)

Modifiers: Althuplex , Faeplurid , Kosic , Faeperspesque , AFiAB

Aesthetic: Fantasy , Cottagecore , Fairycore , Ethereal

Name: Loviette , Cordelia , Eerene , Raine

Pronouns: fae/faer , they/them , she/her , fiery/fierys ,🌷/🌷s , 🌸/🌸s

Age: 1004

Gender: Mollifaeric , Faeure , Fairyelven , Fairytaleic , Fantasyforestic , Dryadian , Elvencorgender

Attraction: Mspec Lesbian , Fairean , Faellion

Species: Fae Elf

Role: Host / Outernaut , caretaker

Name: Aimée , Dreerie , Kat , Vixen , Angélique

Pronouns: fae/faer , they/them , she/her , fox/fox , mrrp/mrrps , yip/yips , yap/yaps , doll/dolls , kit/kits

Age: 100

Gender: Mollifaeric , Faeure , Faidenmollic , Fallfairyic , Villettacesse. Cottagecoric , Foxfluffic , Foxladything , Foxdollic

Attraction: Mspec Lesbian , Fairean , Faellion

Species: Fae Fox

Role: caretaker , emotional regulator

Name: Eros , Alexander, Alistair , Valentino , Han , Apollo

Pronouns: fae/faer , they/them , he/him , neigh/neighs , majesty/majesty , dazzle/dazzles , shine/shines , heir/heirs , 👑/👑s

Age: 89

Gender: Demi-Faeboy , Faeure , Fairyacademic , Gendermagnificus ., Unicornsproutial , Whimseina , Cornudaconic , Knighorsenect

Attraction: Mscpec Lesboy , Faidric , Fairean , Faellion

Species: Fae Unicorn

Role: caretaker , protector

pt: name, pronouns, age, gender, attraction, species, role

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Just One More

A/N: Female reader, I couldn't really see Alex as a choking kind of person. I think I always see him as a real giver not one into hurting his partner in anyway. There was like also a request from ages ago for oral so like here you go lol. (I cleaned out the ask box) Also yay! Finally the last of kinktober. (Even though its like a week late lol)

Day 30: Overstimulation

Word count: 1004

Warnings: smut

AO3 Kinktober Masterlist

He was never one to overly tease. If there was one thing he loved, was pleasing you. You were the one that liked to play games. Nothing harmful of course, but you certainly did your fair share of teasing. Starting things you couldn't finish, those extra long touches, the fuck me eyes that you begged him with. 

You would have thought he was used to it by now, but no. Alexsandr never resisted. Perhaps he was just humouring you. The thought did occur, you highly doubt his self-control was that little. Either way, the pair of you seemed to always enjoy the little games you play. Or at least you enjoyed playing them and he enjoyed what came after. 

The entire day you had done everything in your power to get as close as you could to him only to be ripped away moments later. At the day finished and it turned to day, Alex had finally got you in his grasp. He certainly wasn't going to let go anytime soon. 

"Mmm hi." You smiled into the kiss he shared with you. Your arms hung around his shoulders while he wrapped his around your waist. It gave him the perfect amount of space to pull you flush against him. 

His hard-on that he was sporting became painfully obvious and when you smugly went to mention it he put his lips back on yours. Like a beast, he ravished you, open mouth kisses that mixed with a growl that rumbled in this throat. One hand palmed at your ass for a moment before he brought it forward and yanked down your pants.  

A gasp left your lips when they ripped away from his and he sunk down onto the ground. Alex picked you up by the thighs and lifted you onto his shoulders. Not a second later his lips were on your cunt and he dove in. 

He didn't care as your thighs tightened around his head or the way your entire body weight settled on top of him. If there was one thing about Alexsandr, it was that he was strong. His muscles flexed as he held onto your thighs. His fingers massaged into you while his tongue worked away. 

His entire face was pressed in between your legs, his tongue inside of you while he sucked. Slurping up your juices like a starved man. Your taste one being one he could never get enough of. If it was the last thing he ever tasted, he would be a happy man. 

A moan rippled from your lips and you could practically feel his smile into you. Your fingers tangled into his hair as you rolled your hips. Head tilted back, it didn't have much support. He was your only support, your only lifeline. 

Your body hunched over his head and continued to roll your hips against him over and over until a cry left your lips. "Alex!" Your legs clenched around his head and your hands shook. Had it been anyone else you probably would have snapped their neck. 

That deafening white wave that claimed your senses slowly settled down. Not entirely though. Alexsandr wouldn’t allow that. The ringing in your ears stopped and you untucked yourself from Alex's head. He used the opportunity to lower you down from his face and into his lap. It was then you felt his cock already out and rock hard, weeping at the taste of you. 

You mumbled into his chest where you buried your face. "M sensitive." Yet your words didn't detur Alexsandr when he aligned himself with you and pulled you down on it. 

A pained moan left your lips and your head tilted back. Still so sensitive, you clawed into his chest. "I got you." He kissed the side of your head, lips and chin still soaked with your juices. One would think you would get used to the pure stretch that his cock created. But no, every time he split you open it felt like the first. 

A hand snaked in between you and started to rub your clit with two of his large fingers found your clit. A long drawn out whine of your mouth and him smirk as you leaned away from him but he didn’t let you go too far. With keen eyes he watched you, his hips thrusting into you practically making you bounce with force. “Let you go many times today, not now.”

“So sensitive though.” You squirmed. 

“Just another one for me.” He leaned forward against you.

“You always say that.” It was so much, so overwhelming and your body threatened to go over the edge again.

“One step at a time no?”

Your thighs tightened together as much as you possibly could, only kept apart due to his massive thighs that you were mounted on. Your fingers dug into his shoulders as your eyes squeezed shut again and you shuddered. 

“Shh shh, that's it. Cum for me.” 

Your hang gript his wrist but he didn’t stop, rubbing you through your high. A ring of white formed around the base of his cock, evidence of your high that rushed through your body. It wet the parts of his pants that hadn’t been moved enough but he didn’t care. He never cared how messy things got. Alexsandr pulled you against his chest and started to assault your neck with his mouth. His lips blessed the skin up to under your ear. “You clench so well around me.” 

“Please Alex give me a second.” He was always one to cave when you begged. Not this time.

“No. You can handle it.” He didn’t stop rubbing as you stayed so completely overstimulated, twitching on top of him. It was so much, his fingers, his cock, his entire presence. You didn’t know what to do, or how to cope. You couldn’t really create a single proper thought. 

“Alex.” You whimpered and he kissed your neck again, a praise on his lips.

“Doing so well for me, just one more.” He lied.

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The Crow's Nest Chan Master of JTTW

I am reading back through Journey to the West (Xiyouji, 西遊記) and was reminded of a strange, seemingly throwaway character who appears at the end of chapter 19, the "Crow's Nest Chan Master" (Wuchao chanshi, 烏巢禪師). He is described as an accomplished cultivator who lives in a juniper tree nest on Pagoda Mountain (Futu shan, 浮屠山), just beyond the border of Tibet (Wusicang, 烏斯藏). Zhu Bajie claims the master once asked him to jointly practice austerities, but the pig-spirit passed on the opportunity. Flash back to the present, and the pilgrims pass into his domain. After a brief chat, the Crow's Nest Chan master orally passes on the Heart Sutra (Xin jing, 心經) to Tripitaka.

There are two things that interest me about the Chan Master. The first is his magical abilities. Sun Wukong is offended by the monk but fails to hit him with his staff:

Enraged, Pilgrim lifted his iron rod and thrust it upward violently, but garlands of blooming lotus flowers were seen together with a thousand-layered shield of auspicious clouds. Though Pilgrim might have the strength to overturn rivers and seas, he could not catch hold of even one strand of the crow's nest (Wu & Yu, 2012, vol. 1, p. 391).

This reminds me of an event from Acts of the Buddha (Sk: Buddhacarita; Ch: Fo suoxing za, 佛所行讚, 2nd-century), an ancient biography of the Buddha:

The host of Mara hastening, as arranged, each one exerting his utmost force, taking each other’s place in turns, threatening every moment to destroy [the Buddha, but] … Their flying spears, lances, and javelins, stuck fast in space, refusing to descend; the angry thunderdrops and mighty hail, with these, were changed into five-colour’d lotus flowers…” (Beal, 1883, pp. 152 and 153).

This points to the Crow's Nest Chan Master having great holy powers.

The second thing that interests me is that he is based on a historical monk, Niaoke Daolin (鳥窠道林, lit: "Bird's Nest" Daolin; 741–824). Here is his full biography from the Records of the Transmission of the Lamp (Jingde chuandenglu, 景德傳燈錄, 1004 to 1007):

Chan master Niaoke Daolin ... was from Fuyang in Hangzhou and his family name was Pan. His mother, whose maiden name was Zhu, once dreamt of the rays of the sun entering her mouth, after which she conceived. When the baby was born a strange fragrance pervaded the room, so the name ‘Fragrant Light’ was given to the boy. He left the home life at the age of nine and received the full precepts at the Guoyuan Temple in Jing (Jingling, Hubei) when he was twenty-one years old. Later he went to the Ximing Monastery in Chang’an to study the Huayan Jing (Avatasaka Sūtra) and the Śāstra on the Arising of Faith (Śraddhotpada Śāstra, Aśvagosa) under the Dharma Teacher Fuli, who also introduced him to the Song of the Real and Unreal, and had him practise meditation. Once Niaoke asked Fuli, ‘Could you say how one meditates and how to exercise the heart?’ Teacher Fuli was silent for a long time, so then the master bowed three times and withdrew. It happened that at this time Tang Emperor Taizong had called the First Teacher in the Empire [Daoqin] of Jing Mountain to the Imperial Palace and Daolin went to pay him a formal visit, obtaining the True Dharma from him. Returning south the master first came to the Yongfu Temple on Mount Gu (Zhejiang), where there was a stūpa dedicated to the Pratyekabuddhas. At this time both monks and laymen were gathering there for a Dharma-talk. The master also entered the hall, carrying his walking stick, which emitted a clicking sound. There was a Dharma-teacher present from a temple called Lingying, whose name was Taoguang, and who asked the master, ‘Why make such a sound in this Dharma-meeting?’ ‘Without making a sound who would know that it was a Dharmameeting?’ replied the master. Later, on Qinwang Mountain, the master saw an old pine tree with lush foliage, its branches shaped like a lid, so he settled himself there, in the tree, which is why the people of that time called him Chan Master Niaoke (Bird’s Nest). Then magpies made their nest by the master’s side and became quite tame through the intimacy with a human – so he was also referred to as the Magpie Nest Monk. One day the master’s attendant Huitong suddenly wished to take his leave. ‘Where are you off to then?’ asked the master. ‘Huitong left the home life for the sake of the Dharma, but the venerable monk has not let fall one word of instruction, so now it’s a question of going here and there to study the Buddha-dharma,’ replied Huitong. ‘If it could be said that there is Buddha-dharma,’ said the master, ‘I also have a little here,’ whereupon he plucked a hair from the robe he was wearing and blew it away. Suddenly Huitong understood the deep meaning. During the Yuan reign period (806-820 CE) Bai Juyi was appointed governor of this commandery and so went to the mountain to pay the master a courtesy call. He asked the master, ‘Is not the Chan Master’s residing here very dangerous?’ ‘Is not your Excellency’s position even more so?’ countered the master. ‘Your humble student’s place is to keep the peace along the waterways and in the mountains. What danger is there in that?’ asked Bai Juyi. ‘When wood and fire meet there is ignition – the nature of thinking is endless,’ replied the master, ‘so how can there not be danger?’ ‘What is the essence of the Buddha-dharma?’ asked Bai. ‘To refrain from all evil and do all that is good,’ answered the master. ‘A three-year-old child already knows these words,’ said Bai. ‘Although a three-year-old can say them, an old man of eighty can’t put them into practice!’ countered the master. Bai then made obeisance. In the fourth year, during the tenth day of the second month of the reign period Changqing (824 CE), the master said to his attendant, ‘Now my time is up.’ And having spoken he sat on his cushion and passed away. He was eighty-four years old and had been a monk for sixty-three years. (Textual note: Some say the master’s name was Yuanxiu, but this is probably his posthumous name.) (Whitfiled, n.d., pp. 56-58).

Sources:

Beal, S. (Trans.). (1883). The Fo-sho-hing-tsan-king: A Life of Buddha by Asvaghosha Bodhisattva. Oxford: Clarendon Press. Retrieved from https://archive.org/details/foshohingtsankin00asva/mode/2up.

Whitfiled, R. S. (Trans.). (n.d.). Records of the Transmission of the Lamp: Volume 2 - The Early Masters. Hokun Trust. Retrieved from https://terebess.hu/zen/mesterek/Lamp2.pdf

Wu, C., & Yu, A. C. (2012). The Journey to the West (Vols. 1-4) (Rev. ed.). Chicago, Illinois: University of Chicago Press.

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What designers do you want to see jeonghan wear/etc?

when u start reading this u will understand the despair i felt when tumblr deleted my reply (just as i was finishing the margiela part) But we live… so okay i must warn you this is long and i made collages bc there was way too many pictures i wanted to show… One thing about me i don’t like to half ass things so i really hope you enjoy reading all this 🫶🏻 (this is one of my favorite questions i got asked EVER)

I wanted to start off with Jolo (Jeonghan solo) first just because i have that on my pinterest saved and Ready. You know i envision kind of fallen angel (1004) for one concept and venusian otherworldly beautiful man that it makes you uneasy for the other concept? Okay so first one some of the inspiration (versace ss02, mugler 84, givenchy (by mcqueen) haute couture 1997, mcqueen fw 06, blumarine ss24)

Second one i just think simone rocha all over… it would fit his whimsical looking ass…And this JPG look with the pearls AND the givenchy all white beauty just yes… Oh i adore.

Now let’s get into the Real Question. Need to make it clear that the fashion houses i mention are the ones i love (for myself aka it’s my taste aka the fits you see I ALSO WANT) so yes it’s biased a bit but i do always keep a tab on jeonghan so this is not something i just came up with… TRUST!

first of all i need to start with YSL (i just saw his ig story. Please) bc i BELIEVE that they will make him their muse. i just feel it in my intuitive soul and mind…. Anyway i already posted some looks i want to see him but it doesn’t hurt to get reminded. Sidenote i REALLY need to see him become part of snowflake community (i’m the president ofc) i just need to see him in a pretty šubara it is my right as his slavic woman…

peter do. I need him to hit up jeonghan… it’s possible like jeno walked for him can he please hop over to hybe i have a perfect person in mind…..

alexander mcqueen… that’s kinda a no brainer you know how much i love structured, sleek design of course i would love jeonghan in them too… Imagine his tiny waist in these just magnificent if you ask me…. And the little bunny bag. don’t even get me started on that i have ZERO words

now i know he is a very cozy man and likes his outfits to be baggy so much that you don’t even see his body. May i present him with some yohji yamamoto in my opinion he would rock everything AND would feel cozy and comfy like he does in his giant hoodies. Going with the cozy (bc i am afraid i will go over the picture limit) i have to (lump them together) and mention margiela - i am actually surprised i haven’t seen any svt man in tabis but there is still time 🫣 With that ofc comes early 00s hermes which is my favorite… (i didn’t post my f/w fits here bc i had other blog but i will this year and u will see what i’m talking about)

mugler… Let me not repeat myself the pictures can talk for themselves and in this case (bc again i got over the 10 pic limit) i gotta group him them with gucci (by tom ford it’s given) so we are talking maybe fw 96 with velvet suits or 1995 … Actually 1995 fits so well bc he is 95 baby okay okay SEE connections…. I need to be his stylist he would look so cunt.

i think schiaparelli would be good on him (manifesting. again if i could just have a word with his stylist.)

Had to delete anne demeulemeester paragraph i am sorry but this next collage was more important so it was a fight and anne lost. ANYWAY I would LOVE to see him in custom dilara findikoglu like imagine it says jeonghan dangling… similar to this i would love for him to have a todd oldham shirt with his name like nadja does here (a big cozy shirt bc he’s so difficult abt it…) This egonlab outfit i adore i had it saved i think it would suit him perfectly. and this haider ackermann leather wrap coat. and this vivianne westwood winter hat. and this 2123 shirts. And i think i should stop now before someone euthanizes me!

This got SO long i could talk about this for ages and i am sorry if this was all over the place i would make a powerpoint presentation if i had time. but i need to stop myself from exhibiting signs of mental illness on my dear blog. But i hope this was fun to read… I hope 🫶🏻

[bureau-of-mines]

Archiving this comment on SCP-1004 (Factory Porn) partially because it's probably the funniest fucking thing I've read in weeks and it's been living rent free in my head and partially because even with context (SCP-1004 itself having aged like milk several years before it's writer was outed as a pedophile) it's still, somehow, so incredibly tone-deaf that I can't stop thinking about it.

the rest of the comments on it are equally batshit and a trip to read through but this guy who definitely got lost from reddit and ended up on an actual forum somehow really, really takes the cake.

[orangeboulevard]

The Fruit (Oneshot)

Day three gangsters!! Actual smut (near the end), still ocs. We may have lost the plot kinda? we started ranting about the elite Dynamic: spy x spy, older male x younger male Content: public sex -> hold the moan moment -> hate sex Word Count: 1004

Objective: 'Enter the event. Locate the Person Of Interest. Dispatch the Person Of Interest without drawing attention. Leave event.'

Simple enough, Agent Red thought dismissively, he didn't even have to ponder what was meant by 'dispatch'. 

Red fished out a lighter from the pocket of his rented tuxedo, a vintage style: longer coat-tails, figure framing waistcoat and trousers, the whole nines. He flicked open the top of the silver box, the flame was steady as he held it to the paper, and he watched as it swiftly burnt up. No evidence, a swift trip in and out, and no witnesses to testify, a type of job he'd done plenty of times before, he really should think about retiring soon. 

His pace and strut were casual as he approached the event, an exclusive party, the elite kind. The historical New Orleanian manor was an aged white, it centred acres of rolling planes of grass, meticulously trimmed trees framed the long driveway, and the walkway was lit by olden Victorian street lamps. It was a handsome house, this kind of handsome in New Orleans almost certainly made you wonder if it had once been a plantation, the answer every time is yes.

Enough about architecture, Red chided himself, he should be concerning himself with blending in with the staff, his agency had supplied him with a matching uniform suit; his dark eyes followed a valet entering the building through a side door, too easy. 

The interior design is even more impressive than the high pillars and French windows of the outside: an Art Decó touch, large swooping parlour palm trees and monstera plants drape over the large sofas, with the warm tones and colours of a Tuscan building, the place was lighted by a central chandelier, one with actual candles that cast a golden flickering glow, and other dim lights line the floor. The elite kind of party, indeed.

He is aware of a live performance further within, the main lady's voice is sugar-sweet. The party go-ers are either standing around game tables or draped over the furniture, cigarettes and alcohol in hand as they idly chat with each other. Beneath the glam, there is a smell of rot. It permeates the air in the way these people are blissfully unaware of what's going to happen tonight, what goes on outside their bubbles even, ignorance. Their lives are the stinking fruit of the age, past their ripeness, transformed from what they used to be and what they used to represent. When did we as a people make space for rotten fruit? 

It's almost too perfect when he spots the Person Of Interest excusing himself to go to the restroom. Red should be suspicious, he is. He feels the gaze of another on the back of his neck. Red has learnt to see through his peripherals, you do this job long enough and you will, the watcher isn't aware that he's seen him. Michelangelo. Great. That tricky bastard. 

He's eyeing him from the lower floor, over a flute of champagne, over-indulgent bastard. He places it down and starts to make his way up the grand winding staircase. Red needs to move now. His steps are silent and calculated, he has control over every cell of his body. He has control. He will complete this mission-

Just as Red went to push open the door to the bathroom, skillfully picking the lock, the thunder crack sound of a gun echoes in the manor. Shit. There's silence before the screams start. There's no salvaging this, Red thinks before absconding through a nearby window. His feet just hit the ground when another body collides into him, they tumble down a small hill into the gardens of the house. 

He finds himself on top of Michelangelo, wild roses frame the other, his youthful face is flushed and wide-eyed before a devilish grin paints his lips, and boyish dimples line his face, "Hey there, Red."

"That was you, wasn't it?"

The younger male shrugs coyly. 

"Okay. I want you to listen closely to me when I say this," Red whispers into his ear, "Pull something like that again and I will kill you." The grin on Michelangelo's face falters at that. "I will hand deliver your head to your agency. Don't fuck with me. You're just a little boy playing games you don't understand."

 A deadly glint settles into the other's eyes and that smirk returns to his face, "You'd miss me too much."

"Wanna bet?"

"What was it you said last time I saw you?" Michelangelo's thigh comes to press against Red's crotch, "The best sex you've ever had? Oh, I'm sure you'll miss me." 

Red scoffs, his features contorted in thinly restrained rage.

"You look good in this," Michelangelo purrs, his hands snaking their way up Red's waistcoat. 

It's not long before Red is fucking him, right there in the dirt and flowers, their own garden of Eden, even if just for tonight. His hips snap into Michelangelo, a bruising and furious pace, he's given up growling at the other man to keep quiet- the distant sounds of police are an ever-looming threat- and instead swallows his cries and mewls with biting kisses. Michelangelo's nails run down his back like he's trying to rip him open, he wants Red to hurt. 

His legs wrap around the older man, tears starting to form at how hard he's fucking him; in a twisted sense, Michelangelo is proud, he's the one who managed to make Red like this, a man considered the epitome of blasé. Red leans back, his hands coming to wrap around Michelangelo's throat, pulling him impossibly further onto his dick. Michelangelo's eyes squeeze shut, the tears spilling down his cheeks, his brows are knitting together, and he's clenching around Red. 

Red leans down and licks the tears up. 

[pocasu]

scraggly new angel oc (they/he/she)

[scalpho]

neverafter PCs ticklishness levels

(thanks @sebari-1004 for brainstorming with me during pattycake)

rosamund - not ticklish in the slightest (probably in part due to the 7 gifts bestowed upon her), but really really would like to be. whenever someone asks her if she's ticklish, replies with "oh, i don't know!" in the hopes that she'll find Some spot that makes her laugh

timothy - not particularly ticklish but not particularly not ticklish. i don't think ticklishness is something that wears off with age, but i feel like it would with him??

pinocchio - doesn't actually feel anything due to. being made out of wood. but shrieks with laughter every time someone tries purely for the sake of the lols. after a couple of seconds he'll suddenly go silent and stonefaced and admit to not actually being ticklish, only to swiftly attack his assailant with tickles in return

pib - as a cat, isn't really ticklish and just gets sort of annoyed at belly rubs. just scritch him behind the ear or pet him like normal and he's plenty happy

gerard - insists he isn't ticklish at all, and gets extremely defensive, even a little ticked off, if anyone asks or attempts. (he's extremely ticklish.)

ylfa - very ticklish, very giggly, but watch out! if you push your luck for a little too long she might do this

when in wolf form, is pretty much a big dog in terms of belly rubs scritches etc

[aroyami]

I can't send this from my sideblog lol (it's yugioh-brainrot) but I would loveeeee to hear your thoughts on why Atem is 21st dynasty if you would like to share! I really like Egyptian history but am not super knowledgeable and this sounds v interesting.

It's pretty simple. Atem died 3000 years prior to the plot of Yugioh, which seems to be contemporary to the time of its publication. 1996 - 3000 = 1004 B.C., which places him squarely in the reign of Psusennes I.

It also makes sense politically. The New Kingdom is usually thought of as the "golden age" of ancient Egypt and was generally pretty prosperous; the Third Intermediate Period, due to the nature of being an intermediate period, was a pretty turbulent time for Egypt, with control over the kingdom shifting several times between various groups. We know that the Millennium Items were created in order to fend off an invading army, so the Third Intermediate Period feels a little more plausible than the New Kingdom. (Not that there wasn't ever conflict during the New Kingdom, but it was usually more "the Pharaoh wants to go invade Nubia again" and less "holy shit there's so many guys who want to kill us we gotta sacrifice a village about it" ykwim)

[hexjulia]

books i'm thinking about reading sometime encountered this evening;

The Chronicle of Morea: Historiography in Crusader Greece

'The Chronicle of Morea, one of the most important and controversial historical narratives written in the late Middle Ages, tells the story of the formation and government by the Villehardouin dynasty of a remarkably successful Crusader State following the conquest by western invaders of the capital - Constantinople - and the provinces of the Byzantine Empire. By examining all the Chronicle's surviving Greek, French, Spanish and Italian versions, this study, the first of its kind, explores in depth the literary and ideological contexts in which the work was composed, transmitted and re-written. The result is a fascinating analysis of cultural exchange in a rich and vibrant eastern Mediterranean world where different ethnicities were obliged to live alongside each other, and outside political interests frequently intruded in dramatic fashion. Translations into English have been provided of all the material discussed.'

The Universal History of Stepʻanos Tarōnecʻi: Introduction, Translation, and Commentary

'The Universal History (Patmut'iwn tiezerakan) of Step'anos Taronec'i is a history of the world in three books, composed by the Armenian scholar at the end of the tenth century and extending from the era of Abraham to the turn of the first millennium. It was completed in 1004/5 CE, at a time when the Byzantine Empire was expanding eastwards across the districts of historic Armenia and challenging key aspects of Armenian identity. Step'anos responded to these changing circumstances by looking to the past and fusing Armenian tradition with Persian, Roman, and Islamic history, thereby asserting that Armenia had a prominent and independent place in world history. The Universal History was intended to affirm and reinforce Armenian cultural memory. As well as assembling and revising extracts from existing Armenian texts, Step'anos also visited monastic communities where he learned about prominent Armenian scholars and ascetics who feature in his construction of the Armenian past. During his travels he gathered stories about local Armenian, Georgian, Persian, and Kurdish lords, which were then repeated in his composition.'

Marcus Aurelius in Love; Marcus Aurelius and Marcus Cornelius Fronto. Edited, Translated, and with an Introduction and Commentary by Amy Richlin

In 1815 a manuscript containing one of the long-lost treasures of antiquity was discovered—the letters of Marcus Cornelius Fronto, reputed to have been one of the greatest Roman orators. But this find disappointed many nineteenth-century readers, who had hoped for the letters to convey all of the political drama of Cicero’s. That the collection included passionate love letters between Fronto and the future emperor Marcus Aurelius was politely ignored—or concealed. And for almost two hundred years these letters have lain hidden in plain sight.

The First Fossil Hunters: Dinosaurs, Mammoths, and Myth in Greek and Roman Time. Adrienne Mayor

Like their modern counterparts, the ancient fossil hunters collected and measured impressive petrified remains and displayed them in temples and museums; they attempted to reconstruct the appearance of these prehistoric creatures and to explain their extinction. Long thought to be fantasy, the remarkably detailed and perceptive Greek and Roman accounts of giant bone finds were actually based on solid paleontological facts. By reading these neglected narratives for the first time in the light of modern scientific discoveries, Adrienne Mayor illuminates a lost world of ancient paleontology

Ausonius: Moselle, Epigrams, and Other Poems

Ausonius provides translations of the key works of Ausonius, an important later Latin poet whose poems detail the social and cultural life of Gaul and its environment. His often difficult and playful Latin is presented in English by the award winning poet Deborah Warren, enabling a new generation of students to use and understand the poems. With notes and commentary throughout, this volume will be important not only as an example of later Latin poetry but also as a window onto the Later Roman Empire and the beginnings of early Christian writing.

[atplblog]

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