#and it has drawbacks of making you more mad the more u use it

[mobblespsycho100]

what wld I have as a personal skill in ghg hmm... What do I want most in the world rn.... Tbh I want trigun dlx to get licensing finally so my package can get here ToT so maybe like a summoning skill?

Orrrr. I rlly want irl friends. So it cld be a charisna or manipulation skill ....... oughhhh much to think abt

OUYHHG yeah i like that a lot... charisma / manipulation sounds So fucking fun to have just to mess with ppl

[kwanisms]

Rough Waters — h.jisung

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➮ samebito!Jisung × f!Reader wc: 10k summary: Y/N is a marine biologist who is obsessed with finding new sea life. During a night dive, she stumbles across a very well hidden underwater cave entrance and finds herself meeting something that defies all logic and evolution. She forms a bond with the creature and comes back almost every night to visit him. genres/themes/au: fluff (if u squint), smut; supernatural and japanese folklore themes, s2l, slight predator/prey themes; non idol au, merman au, samebito au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, a little bit of arguing between Y/N and some of the townsfolk about the existence of mermaids, some slightly sad conversation about Jisung being alone, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! special taglist: @yoonguurt , @anyamaris , @wooyoungqueen , @kpop-stories-21 , @xsweetelegantdiasterx , @kookthief , @stardragongalaxy , @millennial-fangirl , @blankdyean , @imwithurmother , @bangchans-angel , @oreoqueen , @yjeonginlvr , @zdgx1 , @shuxsoo , @s00buwu , @queenmea604 , @pochaccomin , @katsukis1wife , @linos-catnip , @wh0r3mir4 , @cutiespaghetti Join the taglist! »» Closed ! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you. MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL NOT BE ADDED.

a/n: this is super self-indulgent and I will not apologize for shark merman cnc Jisung. I wanted this Jisung so I made him. Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk. If you enjoyed this, reblog or leave a comment. I love feedback. The next part, Changbin's part, is the last one of this series! That being said, next up is the Holiday Special of Tales from Camp. You can sign up for that taglist here and read the first two installments here. If you've yet to read the OG Tales from Camp, that masterlist is here. Thank you so much for reading and as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a freakin shark merman. You think he cares about avoiding pregnancy? He can’t even get her pregnant lol but you need to use protection!), oral (f receiving), con noncon, pool/water sex (kinda lol), dirty talk, use of pet names (little fish, cutie, baby, pet, etc), rough sex, dom!Jisung, sub!Reader, even though it’s cnc Y/N is very receptive towards his advances and in the end, she does give him consent. But if CNC or dubcon makes you uncomfy, don’t read it. This is my fantasy. I wrote this for me lol if I missed anything let me know

dialogue prompt: ❛ I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you. ❜

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The warning sign at the beach that read ‘beware of sharks’ in all capital letters should have served as warning for what you were about to get yourself into.

Living in a seaside town has always had its perks. Sandy beaches to visit in the summers, the smell of salt that you’d come to love, boating, all the seafood you could want among them. It was almost like your own personal paradise.

The one drawback was the shark population that increased at the end of summer which drove away the rest of the tourism for the season. You weren’t mad about it. After all, the ocean was home to all marine animals, sharks included. As a biologist, you knew each animal had its own purpose and was beneficial to the ecosystem, especially sharks.

So despite the danger, you never missed an opportunity to dive when the weather allowed. Of course, you chose night time for your dives.

Night was perfect as the animals weren’t as active without the sunlight.

Your dive for the night had taken you to a rocky part of the shore where you knew caves would be. The caves along the shore were always hard to reach and most of them only had underwater entrances.

You’d explored a fair share of them since moving to this town but there were many more you wanted to explore and see what kind of life you could find.

This excursion was like any other, you’d made a plan with the local coast guard as well as letting your contact in town know when, where, and how long you’d be. It was a standard procedure which had become routine for you.

You had taken out your boat and anchored it just off shore and near what you assumed was the opening to another cave before suiting up and jumping into the water. The water was cool enough in the summer months but in the fall it was almost freezing, making you grateful for the wetsuit you wore no matter the temperature. Making sure your mask was secure you slowly sank into the water, turning on and shining your light towards the bottom of the rocks.

An opening was visible at the base and you carefully made your way down, inspecting the opening before starting inside. You’d explored many of these caves before, you knew the procedure and the caves never scared you. To some, caving was one thing but to do so underwater was an entirely different beast. To you, it was almost second nature.

As you continued forward, you scanned the walls of the cave, taking note of the coral, algae, and other life that had taken root on the walls. It wasn’t uncommon to find life in places like this. Sea caves were often the home to unique and enclosed ecosystems.

As you gently propelled yourself forward, you noticed how the cave seemed to open up. As you reached the end you looked up and saw that the cave did indeed open up into a large cavern. Sand lined the bottom of the cavern, many coral reefs and other life taking up residence. You started to swim up, noticing the surface approaching rapidly.

You broke through the surface of the water and found that the cavern was much larger than you initially thought. Swimming over to the edge of the pool, you pulled yourself up and started to look around as you started to remove your mask.

It was a rounded cavern. The pool was about twenty feet in diameter but there was a rocky ledge where you were currently perched on and then the rocky floor continued for another twenty feet making the whole diameter of the cavern about forty feet. You pulled your mask off and set it down as you undid and shrugged off your oxygen tank.

“This is incredible,” you whispered to yourself as you removed your flippers and got up, starting to walk around the cavern and inspect the walls. There was a slight glitter to them as you shined your light. Not like they were wet but like some kind of diamond dust was embedded in the rock.

You looked straight above your head and noticed there was an almost perfect circular cut out in the cavern ceiling and moonlight was filtering through the hole. The moonlight hit the surface of the water and danced around the cavern.

As you were inspecting, you noticed something else.

The cave seemed inhabited. You noticed bones collected in a pile and an old fire pit. You wondered who might seek shelter in this cave when it was so close to the boardwalk but didn’t have time to dwell on it as you heard a large splash coming from the pool.

You made your way back over and cursed as you saw your mask and oxygen tank sinking to the bottom of the pool. “Shit,” you said softly and looked around. You hoped there might be a break in the rocks that would allow you to exit the cave instead of having to go back into the pool but you saw nothing.

You turned around on the spot, trying to figure out a way out of this but you saw nothing that could help. There was nothing you could use to reach the tank and mask which were now nestled at the bottom of the pool in the sand. “Fuck!” you cursed, your voice echoing off the wall.

You looked away from the pool when you heard a shift against the rock behind you.

Shining your light back, you saw nothing and chalked it up to nerves.

You turned back, eyes catching something dark in the pool below you before you felt something grab you and pull you into the pool.

You kicked and fought against whatever it was until it seemed to let go of you and you quickly swam to the surface, coughing once you broke through the surface. You tried to pull yourself up onto the rocky ledge but something grabbed your leg and tugged, pulling you off the wall and back into the water.

Just as quickly as it grabbed you, it let go.

You tried to shine your flashlight around but whatever it was moved too fast for you to get a good glimpse of it. In a desperate attempt to throw the animal off, you threw your flashlight away, turning back for the ledge at the light splashed a considerable distance away.

You hoped the splash would distract the animal enough for you to get away and it seemed to work as you scrambled up onto the rocky ledge before you pulled away and peered back at the still water’s surface. Your eyes scanned the area, looking for any kind of predator that could have been responsible.

Upon not seeing one, you looked down to inspect your arm and your ankle. Your skin was unbroken and mostly unscathed. There were slight imprints, almost like teeth or maybe even claws but no blood had been drawn.

A small splash caught your attention and you snapped your head up in time to see a ripple cross the surface of the water. Something had disturbed the water. You saw a dark shadow move near the bottom of the pool, only noticing it as it crossed in front of the beam of your flashlight.

You were being watched. Whatever had dragged you into the water knew you were there and it was circling the pool. Waiting. Hunting. Whatever it was was sentient enough to know it had you trapped. It knew the only way out of the cave was through the water and it would wait.

You should have been terrified. After all, it was hunting you but your curiosity wouldn’t be satisfied until you caught a glimpse of it. You had to know what it was.

Carefully, you approached the edge of the pool, eyes scanning the dark and catching a large shadow as it swam in circles. Not in an erratic or frenzied pattern but calmly. Almost… leisurely.

As you peered over the edge of the rocks, the shadow stopped circling and started to swim to the surface. You watched in awe as a dark smooth body broke through the surface before you saw the fin. A shark fin. ‘Of course it was a shark,’ you told yourself watching as the creature moved towards you.

You pulled back slightly as it drew closer and closer. You were well aware that some sharks were known for their breaching behavior, namely great whites. This was definitely not a great white shark. It was much darker. It could have been a tiger shark but tigers weren’t known for their aggressive behavior.

Bull sharks on the other hand were and though bull sharks hadn’t been spotted in the area in over 20 years, it wasn’t completely impossible.You drew back entirely, hoping the animal wouldn’t try to jump out of the water to reach you.

As it drew closer, you watched as it dove down with just precision that you were starting to wonder if it was a shark after all. Sharks weren’t known for diving so steeply. They were gradual divers. You leaned over the edge and lost sight of the shadow. Your eyes caught the flickering of your flashlight and you cursed as it went dark, the illumination you had now gone and only the light of the moon allowing you to see.

The water seemed to still as you looked around. Had it left? Was the animal gone? Your instincts told you it was still there, waiting for you to slip up before it took you at its latest meal.

Even though sharks didn’t go out of their way to eat humans, if one was hungry enough, it would stalk one and wait. Just like any other starving predator.

As you looked around, you saw bubbles just under where you were leaning over the water.

You glanced down and let out an ear piercing scream as the creature surfaced quickly, forcing you back as it breached and landed on top of you. You struggled to push it away, taking care to avoid the head and any potential bites.

As you struggled under the weight of the animal, you could have sworn you heard… laughter?

Your eyes popped open and you looked up, fear and shock mixing as you stared at the creature above you.

You were looking into the face of a man. Your shock and fear turned briefly into anger as you tried to make sense of the situation. Had it been a man this whole time? Some weird cave hermit that had been tormenting you and pretending to be a shark to scare you into leaving his home?

“You should see your face!” he said as his laughter grew. You narrowed your eyes and tried to sit up but it was then you noticed the lower half of his body and gasped.

From the waist up, he was human. Golden tan skin that blended into the dark blackish-blue of his shark-like tail. A… merman? Your eyes traveled back up to his face, taking in each and every detail bathed in moonlight. He wore around his neck a black cord necklace with shells and in the middle, a pendant made from a shark tooth.

You watched as he continued to laugh, sharp pointed teeth peeking out from his plush peachy lips.

“You humans are so much fun,” he said as his laughter subsided. His hands rested on the rock under you as he leaned over you, his slim waist positioned between your thighs as he smirked at you. Leaning slightly to the left, you looked over his body again. The dark blackish-blue faded into a pale grayish-blue on the ventricle side and the same grayish-blue stripes covered his back. The fin on his back was just past his waist and was a very typical shark-like fin.

His tail was also the trademark shark fin but it was more like a thresher tail with the top part of the fin longer. Your eyes traveled back up to his face, inspecting the ocean blue irises that stared back at you. “What the--” you trailed off, pushing yourself up, forcing the creature to back up.

“What are you?” you asked, voice full of caution and curiosity. You watched as the creature fell back into the water, disappearing below the surface before popping back up, fixing you with a playful stare. “You’re the scientist,” he noted. “You tell me.”

You stared at him blankly. How could you even expect to explain this? Explain him? His very existence had been disputed and debated for hundreds of years. Mermaids were the stuff of legend and folklore. They weren’t supposed to exist.

If that were the case however, how did you explain this? How did you explain the creature treading water before you? “It has to be some sort of suit,” you mumbled, looking at the shark-like body under the water. The creature scoffed. “It’s always ‘seeing is believing’ with you humans until something shows up and then it’s all ‘has to be fake.’ Do you ever believe anything?” he asked.

You looked up, examining his face. His soft features. Round cheeks, plush pouty lips that started to lift into a crooked smile, showing off his pointed teeth. “I believe in science,” you explained and he rolled his eyes. “But I also believe there are things science can’t explain,” you continued.

You started to lower yourself into the water and he immediately shied away. You held up your hand. “I’m not going to hurt you,” you said softly. You saw his eyes flit to the knife strapped to your thigh. You followed his gaze and quickly removed the weapon.

“For protection,” you replied, setting it on the rocks behind you and facing him. “In case something tries to take a bite out of me,” you added. His brow furrowed. “If you get bit, maybe you shouldn’t get in the water,” he replied and you nodded. “I’ve never been bit,” you answered. “I’ve gotten close, but the knife is a last resort,” you continued.

“You have your teeth and your claws,” you reminded him. “My teeth and nails are no match for shark skin,” you added. “If you aren’t a match, why do you enter the ring?” he asked, tilting his head slightly. A smile spread across your face. “Because I study marine life,” you replied.

“I’m a marine biologist.”

The creature tilted his head the opposite direction. “Are you here to study me?” he asked. You shrugged before answering. “Up until a few minutes ago, I didn’t even know you existed,” you answered, swimming a little closer. He watched you cautiously. “So you didn’t know this cave is my home?” he asked and you shook your head. “No, I had no idea.”

He studied you carefully.

“Are you… a merman?” you asked suddenly. His expression changed, amusement crossing his features as he laughed. “A merman?” he asked incredulously. “Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “Those pretty boys live safe and sound in their lairs, never venturing far from home,” he added.

You cocked your head to the side. “Pretty boys?” you asked. “Do you not think you’re pretty?”

Your question must have caught him off guard because he stopped smiling and stared at you, a slight pink hue reaching his cheeks. “N-no,” he answered finally. “I’m not.” You frowned at him. How could he not think he was? You found all sea life incredible beautiful but nothing you’d encountered before had made you think it was attractive and yet here he was before you.

“I think you’re pretty,” you replied. He stared at you, eyes widening. “Y-you do?” he asked softly, to which you nodded. “I think you’re very pretty,” you replied. He swam a little closer, inspecting your face. “So,” you said, breaking the silence. “If you aren’t a merman, what are you?”

He raised his gaze to meet yours, drawing it from your body under the water. “What do you think I am? Hmm, marine biologist?” he asked and you sighed, backing away from him and pulling yourself up onto the rock. “Sorry,” you said as you situated yourself. “My legs were getting tired.”

He watched as you massaged your calves. “I can only tread water for so long.”

“In my experience,” you started. “I’ve never seen anything like you,” you continued. “The shark part is unlike any species I’ve ever seen. It’s like an amalgamation of tiger and thresher sharks,” you noted. He smiled, showing off his pointy teeth as he swam closer. “So you’re saying I’m unique?” he asked.

You nodded as he drew closer. “Unique and otherworldly,” you added. “I’ve never seen anything like it.” He pulled himself back up, leaning over your frame. “You’ve never seen anything like me?” You shook your head again. “Never,” you replied.

Silence fell over the two of you as you stared at one another. His dark hair had started to dry a bit, the ends of his bangs falling into his eyes. “What do you call yourself?” you asked, tilting your head to the right. He smiled, mimicking your movement. “Jisung,” he replied. “My name is Jisung.”

“Jisung,” you repeated. He leaned in, eyes watching your lips as you spoke. “I like the way you say my name,” he whispered. You could feel your heart rate kicking up as he leaned closer. ‘What is he doing?’ You stared back as his eyes moved up to meet your gaze. “What is your name?” he asked just as softly as before.

You froze. He was asking your name? Should you tell him? It’s not like he was going to look you up or something. You then wondered if you should tell any kind of sentient creature your name. Didn’t that give them power over you or something? You must have taken longer than he expected because he smirked at you.

“What’s the matter? Shark got your tongue?” he asked, amused by his own joke.

Your facade broke and you smiled. “Y/N,” you finally answered. “I’m Y/N.” Jisung smiled back, a genuine smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N,” he replied, lowering back into the water and staring up at you.

“Likewise,” you replied.

After meeting Jisung that night, you promised to come back. And came back you did.

You managed to gain his trust enough to draw a small vial of blood, and take a couple pictures mainly of his tail and markings. You promised to keep his existence a secret, making sure all your research on him was done at home and that you kept everything under wraps.

A few days turned into a week and you came back almost every night, getting to know Jisung and more about his existence. You learned that he wasn’t a merman, like he had said. He was a samebito. He had explained that it was similar to a merman but different folklore and legends.

A week and a half had passed since you first met Jisung and you were currently sitting on the edge of the boat, writing in your notebook, going over your notes before suiting up and jumping in the water. 

A splash caught your attention and you glanced up. You weren’t sure why you even looked, it was night time and you couldn’t even see the water except near your boat. You grabbed the spotlight, flipping it on and turning it slowly until something came into view and you sighed.

“Someone’s impatient,” you chuckled, letting go of the light and returning to your notes as Jisung swam over to your boat. “I got lonely,” he said softly as he reached the end of your boat. He quickly pulled himself up to sit on the side of the boat near you.

“What’re you writing?” he asked, leaning over to see your notebook. “Just some notes,” you mumbled, finishing up your notes and closing the notebook quickly, and setting it aside. You turned to look at him and your smile fell upon seeing the fresh scar on his shoulder.

“What happened here?” you asked, voice laced with concern as you scooted closer.

He glanced down and let out a chuckle. “Oh,” he said softly. “I got a little too close to a shark feed ground,” he continued. “I’ll heal pretty quickly,” he added as you inspected the wound. “I was hunting and got in the way,” he admitted with a sheepish smile.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, looking up at him. He met your gaze and hesitated. “What?” he asked and watched as you got up and walked over to the opposite side of the boat, lifting one of the seats and reached in to pull out one of the fish you’d caught earlier.

“Here,” you said, holding it up. “I mean,” you added, turning your head to look at the fish. “I could cook it,” you said softly. Jisung smiled and chuckled. “Did you catch that for me?” he asked as you walked over, holding the fish up. You nodded. “There’s more in the cooler,” you added.

Jisung chuckled and shook his head. “It’s okay,” he said with a smile. “I’ve eaten,” he explained, taking the fish from you. “I don’t want to gross you out,” he added as he inspected it. “Oh,” you said dejectedly. Jisung looked up and handed the fish back. “Just keep it on ice for a little while longer and sell it if you don’t eat fish,” he said softly.

You took the fish and took it back to the cooler, closing it and placing the seat down before heading back and sitting back down. “So when did this happen?” you asked, nodding at his shoulder. He glanced down again as he thought.

“Oh, maybe like a couple hours ago,” he replied and your eyes widened in shock. “Wait, really?” you asked and he nodded, looking confused at your shock. “Yeah, I heal pretty quickly,” he added with a laugh. You leaned forward, reaching up to brush your fingers against his skin.

“Weird,” you murmured, making him throw his head back with a laugh. “Sorry,” you said sheepishly. Jisung shook his head. “It’s okay,” he replied. “Like you said, you’ve never met anyone like me.” You chuckled, nodding. “That’s true,” you added.

Silence fell over the two of you as you looked up at the sky, the waves lapping at the sides of the boat and a gentle breeze blowing through the air. You looked over at Jisung to find him already looking at you, a calm expression on his face.

“What?” you asked softly and he shook his head, a smile spreading across his face. “Nothing,” he answered. “Oh!” he said quickly sitting up. “I found something really cool while out the other night!” he said and turned towards you.

“Wanna see it?” he asked. You nodded, feeling excited. “Where are we going?” you asked, getting up and starting to strip to your bikini, not noticing the way Jisung’s eyes followed your movement and body. You moved to grab your wetsuit.

Jisung waited patiently for you to pull it on. “Jump in,” Jisung said, looking at the water and you looked at the water. “We’re swimming there?” you asked, making him chuckle. “It’s not far,” he answered. “It’s worth it, I promise.” You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Come on, Y/N,” he groaned. “Live a little,” he added with a wink before rolling towards the edge of the boat and diving into the water. You sighed and grabbed your boat keys, pulling the elastic over your wrist and walking over to the light, shutting it off the light and heading to the bow of the boat, grabbing your flashlight and snorkel mask. 

As you reached the back, you turned the light on to see Jisung was floating, waiting for you. “Where are we going?” you asked as you held the flashlight between your knees as you pulled the mask on. “Not far,” Jisung said as you grabbed the flashlight and climbed down the ladder, joining him in the water.

Jisung took your hand and gently pulled you along. “Come here,” he said softly. “Hold on,” he added, guiding your arms around his neck. “Are you sure?” you asked, softly, cheeks burning as you looked at him so closely. He turned his head to look at you, his own cheeks turning soft pink.

“Uh,” yeah,” he said softly. “Just try not to get under me,” he added. 

It felt weird, hanging off him from behind as he started swimming. It almost felt like you were riding a shark, the trashing as he started off but soon turned into a smooth motion as he zipped through the water, propelled only by the powerful tail.

Jisung was careful to stay near the surface so you didn’t have to hold your breath with the mask. You could tell he was holding back, not swimming as fast as you knew he could go. You’d seen him zipping through the water before, breaching the surface at speeds you suspected most sharks could reach.

This was much slower than you’d witnessed.

Jisung started to slow, lifting his head out of the water. As he came to a stop, you slid from his back, reaching up to remove your snorkel mask. “We’re almost there,” he said, looking up at the stars overhead. You glanced skyward, letting out a soft gasp.

“Wow,” you whispered. Jisung chuckled, grabbing your hand gently. “Come on,” he said quietly, tugging you through the water towards the rocky beach. “I’ve seen these rocks when visiting you,” you commented as he led you towards them. “You’ll need your goggles for this,” he said, turning to look back at you. As soon as the words left his lips, you pulled them back on, dumping any water out of them.

“Now what?” you asked as he took your hand again. “Hold your breath,” he instructed. You took a deep breath and allowed him to pull you under the water, leading you down towards a cave opening. It wasn’t unlike the entrance to his cave; only this one was much narrower.

The cave opening seemed to go on forever, winding around as you let Jisung pull you. Your lungs were starting to burn and you knew if you didn’t hurry, you’d start to suffocate. Finally, Jisung pulled you free from the narrow cave into a much larger one and pushed you towards the surface.

You kicked towards the surface of the pool, breaching at the same time he did. Jisung floated near as you coughed, allowing air to fill your lungs again, the taste of salt on your tongue. “I had no idea there were so many of these,” you gasped. “How many are there?”

Jisung chuckled, taking your hand. “Come,” he said simply, pulling you through the water. The inside of this cave was much different than his. Instead of a single round chamber, there were multiple round chambers, connected together. 

Jisung pulled you along into the next chamber until you reached the last one. “Through there,” he nodded towards a window in the rock wall. “This is so cool,” you commented as you swam over, pulling yourself up to peer out.

It was then that you saw it.

Jisung pulled himself up next to you, a wide grin on his face. “Wow,” you whispered. “Cool, huh?” he asked, resting his chin on his forearm.

Outside the cave was more stretch of ocean, waves rolling up onto a sandy beach. There was only about twenty feet between the beach and the treeline behind it and the beach stretched for about fifty feet between two rocky bluffs.

All along the beach, rolling in the waves were glowing blue lights. “Bioluminescent plankton,” you whispered. “They come here every night to feed,” he whispered. “It’s pretty cool, with the stars and the lights,” he continued.

You turned to look at him.

“This little alcove is remote,” he explained. “Human’s haven’t started colonizing it,” he added. “I think it might be privately owned,” he continued. You glanced at him before looking back at the beach. “I hope it stays like this,” you whispered, also resting your chin on your forearm.

You sat in silence, watching the lights dance in the waves. You could feel Jisung’s eyes on you and you turned to look at him, your cheeks burning. You watched his eyes flit between your eyes and your lips before he slowly moved. He lifted his hand, moving it to cup your face, thumb tracing the curve of your cheek.

Your heart started to hammer in your chest as he leaned closer. At that moment, a shrill laugh rang out from the direction of the trees. Jisung pulled back abruptly and you turned away from his gaze to look at the beach as a beam of light bounced along the sand.

“Teenagers,” you whispered as a group of teens came out of the woods, giggling as they descended on the shore. Jisung scoffed as he watched them. “Ungrateful little shits.” You snorted into a laugh. “Come on,” you said softly. “Before they decide to come into the water and find this cave with us inside.”

Jisung allowed you to lead him away, back through the cave. You pulled your mask back on, taking another deep breath and letting Jisung pull you through the narrow opening and back into the open ocean. You took your time swimming back, only hitching a ride when your legs gave out.

Back at the boat, Jisung watched you climb up the ladder and pulled himself up on the side again, watching as you disappeared into the cabin. In the privacy of your boat, you stripped and dried off, pulling on dry clothes and running a towel haphazardly over your hair before returning to Jisung.

His hair had started to dry as he lounged on the side of the boat, his tail hanging down the side of the vessel. You chuckled, turning on the lights of the boat and Jisung opened one eye to look at you. “Are you gonna sleep there?” you asked as you walked over, taking a seat on the cushion below where he was lounging.

He propped himself up, looking down at you. “What happened back there,” he started, his voice taking on a more serious tone. You looked away, feeling a sour taste bubbling up from your stomach. ‘He wants to forget it,’ you told yourself.

“It’s fine,” you interrupted. “It can’t happen, I know,” you added. You refused to look up at him so you missed the way his brows knitted together as he stared at you, a slight pout on his lips. “That’s what you’re going to say, right?” you asked when he didn’t answer.

“I’m a human and you’re not. So we can’t.”

You felt his fingers move under your chin, turning and tilting your head to face him. “Stop jumping to conclusions,” he said sternly before leaning in and closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours. For a split second, you panicked before accepting the gesture and melting into the kiss.

You whined as he started to pull back. You pulled him back in by the back of his neck, kissing him more fiercely. Jisung accepted your advances, lips parting as he took back control, his tongue slipping into your mouth. You pulled him closer, leaning back onto the cushions and forcing him to follow your movements.

Jisung groaned into the kiss and pulled back quickly. “Wait,” he gasped. “Sorry,” you whispered as he pushed himself up. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just give me a second.” You sat up as he pulled back, taking a few deep breaths. “Things were getting a little intense,” he admitted.

You smiled shyly. “Sorry,” you replied. “I got a little excited I guess,” you added, shrugging. Jisung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “That’s okay,” he answered. “I did, too,” he admitted with a grin. “It happened really fast. I’m sorry if I crossed a line,” he continued.

You shook your head, pulling your knees up and resting your head against the backrest of the seat. “It’s okay,” you said softly, looking up at him in the lights of the boat. “I wanted it.” Jisung nibbled on his bottom lip nervously. “You did?” he asked, his voice sounding optimistic.

You nodded. “I did,” you reassured him. “You didn’t cross a line.”

“That’s a relief.”

Silence fell over you as you watched him and he watched you for a while. You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you spoke. “Do you ever get scared?” you asked him. He tilted his head curiously. “Scare?” he asked. “Of what?”

“The town? Fishermen? Being discovered?”

Jisung hesitated, no doubt pondering his answer. “Sometimes,” he answered finally. “I guess I haven’t really thought about it but I like being left alone,” he said, smiling before speaking. “Well, mostly alone,” he added. “I just want to live my life like most creatures.”

“Have you ever been spotted before?” you asked and he smiled wider. “You tell me? Heard any stories?” you snorted as you realized what he was hinting at. “No, thankfully,” you replied. Jisung chuckled at your response. “There you have it. Safe and undiscovered except by you.”

He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours before pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. Your cheeks heated up again. You could feel the heat spread all the way down to your core and you tried not to focus on the feeling lingering in your stomach. Jisung noticed a shift in your demeanor and tilted his head.

“You okay?” he asked softly, moving his hand to caress your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. You nodded wordlessly. “Yeah,” you answered. “I’m great,” you lied. “But it’s getting late,” you commented. “I should probably head out.”

You got up, Jisung sitting up and watching as you did. “Hey,” he called softly, reaching out for your hand. You allowed him to take hold of it and pull you closer. “I have to go hunting tomorrow but I’ll see you after, yeah?” he asked. You nodded, leaning in to press your forehead against his.

“Goodnight,” you said softly. Jisung pulled you in, placing a tender kiss against your lips. 

“Goodnight,” he whispered. You watched as he dove off the side of the boat and into the water with a splash, only surfacing to look up at you. You waved at him as he stared up at you. 

“See you tomorrow!” he called before disappearing below the surface, no doubt heading into his cave.

“See you tomorrow,” you whispered.

Only you didn’t see him the next day. Or the day after that. You couldn’t bring yourself to face him.

The night after Jisung took you to see the bioluminescent plankton and kissed you, your dreams were plagued with him. They started innocently, spending time exploring the caves but they soon took a turn and you were starting to have inappropriate thoughts and dreams about him.

Things you should definitely not be thinking about.

The dreams only escalated after that and soon you were dreaming about him showing up in your home, shark tail gone and replaced with human legs.

It was starting to get out of hand.

You hadn’t been back to see Jisung in almost a week and you were feeling guilty not only for disappearing but also for having continuous wet dreams about him. How were you supposed to look him in the eye when all you could think about was him pinning you down and having his way with you?

You knew sooner or later, you’d have to go back out there. You couldn’t just not ever come back. You at least needed to explain to him why you’d been avoiding him and avoiding coming back.

The final push came when you were at the market, looking at some cuts of steak for dinner when you overheard a conversation at the next stall over.

“You’re so full of shit, Paul,” a woman said, shaking her head as she continued crocheting. “No I’m not!” the man you presumed was Paul replied. “I saw it! Looked like a great big tiger shark but it had the upper body of a man!”

You froze, eyes widening as you inspected a particular cut of steak. ‘Jisung?’

“And where did you see this mermaid?” another man asked, laughing. “Near the pier! I was doing some fishing off the end when I spotted it! Was huge! Like ten feet long!” You felt your heart start to pound as you forced a smile and pointed out two steaks.

The stall owner packaged them up for you. “Thanks,” you murmured, handing over a few notes to pay for the meat as the conversation beside you carried on.

“I swear, I saw it!”

You walked away as the others around the man laughed and waved their hands, dismissing his claims. Upon returning home, your mind was made up for you as you entered your kitchen, making one of the steaks for yourself and saving the other. You wonder if Jisung had ever had steak before.

After dinner, you packed your stuff, grabbing your bikini and house keys. You stopped and grabbed the steak from the fridge and headed out of the house, locking up and walking towards the marina, bag slung over your shoulder.

You ignored the night beach goers enjoying bonfires as you headed for the docks. Once on your boat, you casted off, backing your boat out and driving out towards the caves where you knew Jisung had taken up residence.

You reached the rocks in record time, casting your anchor and moving to lower the microphone in the water. You normally didn’t have to use it but you figured after a week, you might need to use it to draw Jisung out.

You turned the dial, starting the dolphin call and sat on one of the seats.

You waited patiently, arms crossed over your chest before you got up and headed into the cabin, changing out of your clothes and into your bikini and then pulling on the wetsuit. As you exited the cabin you heard a splash and looked up to see Jisung perched on the side of your boat staring at you.

There was no smile nor greeting. He merely stared at you blankly.

Neither of you said anything as you stared at one another. Finally Jisung spoke.

“What?” he asked shortly. You crossed to the cooler, lifting the seat and opening the cooler lid. You pulled out the steak and held it up to show him. “Ever had beef?” you asked. Jisung narrowed his eyes. “That’s all you have to say?” he asked. You tore open the brown paper and removed the plastic, holding up the steak.

“Have you ever had steak?”

He glared at you. “Is this some kind of test?” he asked. You shook your head, walking over to where he was and climbed up to sit next to him. “No,” you replied. “I was at the market earlier and got steak,” you explained. He stared at you, glancing down at the meat and back up.

“And this is relevant, how?” he asked. He was clearly upset at you and you couldn’t fault him. You disappeared after he’d kissed you. You presented the steak. “How about you eat and I’ll talk, hmm?” you asked. He looked up at you hesitantly before he nodded.

You handed him the steak to inspect. “You said it’s beef?” he asked. You nodded as he raised it to sniff. “Cow,” you added. “It’s actually a really tender cut,” you continued. “I cooked the other one earlier and ate it for dinner.”

You turned away as he nibbled at the end of the steak. “I also heard an interesting story at the market when I was buying this steak,” you explained. “One of the guys there, a local fisherman. name’s Paul,” you said, glancing at him.

“Well, Paul told everyone in his vicinity that he’d seen something out on the pier while fishing this morning,” you continued, noticing how Jisung’ gaze flickered to you. “Said he’d seen something… strange.” Jisung lowered the partially eaten steak.

“Said it was huge. Looked like a massive tiger shark,” you continued as Jisung stared unblinkingly at you. “Said it had the torso of a man.” Realization dawned on his face as you spoke. “I was spotted?” he asked and you sighed. “What were you doing at the pier in broad daylight?” you asked.

Jisung looked away from you and down at the meat. “I went looking for you,” he admitted. Your heart skipped a beat. “Why?” you asked softly. “Because you vanished,” he replied, looking up at you. “I haven’t seen you for a week!”

Your stomach sank. It was as you feared. “I’m sorry,” you said softly as he ripped the steak apart with his hands. “I was dealing with some things,” you added as he tore into one of the pieces. You watched as he chewed the raw meat and swallowed. “Are you okay now?” he asked.

You nodded. “For the most part,” you added. “I’m still… dealing,” you admitted. Jisung devoured the last of the steak and looked at you. “Do you have any more of that?” he asked, sniffing the air. You chuckled and shook your head. “No,” you replied. “Just the one.”

He pouted. “That was really good,” he murmured, looking disappointed. He perked up quickly. “You’re here though,” he added and you nodded. “I know,” you replied. “And I’m sorry I was gone.” He shook his head and nodded towards the water. “I have something to show you, come on!” he said and before you could answer, he rolled off the boat with a splash into the water below.

Sighing you grabbed your snorkel mask and turned off the boat lights, making sure to grab your keys and the ankle flashlight. Once you were equipped, you climbed down the ladder and into the water with a splash. Making sure the mask was secure, you ducked your head.

You could see Jisung swimming near the opening to his cave. Once he was certain you spotted him, he slipped into the narrow opening and you took a deep breath before following, removing the mouth piece of your snorkel.

You pulled yourself into the opening and followed the path to the interior chamber, kicking toward the surface. Jisung was sitting on the ledge of the pool and you moved over to join him, pulling the mask off and setting it aside.

“What did you wanna show me?” you asked as you pulled yourself up. Jisung held up his hand, showing you a collection of shells. “Scallops,” you muttered, picking up one of the shells. “And this,” he added, showing you an intact clam.

“It already died,” he explained as he carefully pried it open with his nails. “But this is what I really wanted to show you,” he explained as he picked up something small and round and handed it over, placing it in your palm. It was a pearl.

“It’s so pretty,” you breathed, holding the pearl closer. Jisung smiled before he slipped into the water. “I have one more thing to show you,” he added and disappeared under the water, diving down to the bottom of the pool.

He resurfaced moments later and swam closer, holding up something small, smooth, and purple. “Sea glass,” he said as you took the smooth stone-like material. “I see this stuff all the time,” he explained as he rested his chin on your knee. You smiled at him. “You’re giving gifts now?” you asked and he nodded.

He took a deep breath, the smile on his face dropping. “Is something different about you?” he asked suddenly. You glanced down at him and shook your head. “No,” you replied. He lifted his head, sniffing the air. “Something smells different…”

Your cheeks burned as he leaned closer, inhaling your scent.

“Oh,” he said softly, glancing up at you.

“Are you-”

“These are really pretty gifts,” you interrupted, looking down at the pearl and sea glass. Jisung’s brow furrowed as you avoided his gaze. “Y/N,” he started and when you still didn’t look at him, he pulled himself up, caging you in with his arms as his body slotted between your thighs.

You let out a surprised squeak, the pearl and sea glass falling from your hands and into the water with a plop. Jisung was inspecting your face, leaning closer. “Jisung,” you warned as he leaned even closer, forcing you to lean back, holding yourself up with one hand.

One of his hands moved to your lower back and pulled your hips flush against him, forcing another squeak from your lips. Heat spread into your cheeks and pooled in the pit of your stomach and Jisung’s eyes widened as the realization hit him.

“So that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” he whispered. You shook your head. “I haven’t been avoiding-AHH!” you gasped as he very quickly pinned you down, your back flat against the rock as he hovered over you.

“You have,” he murmured. “You’ve been avoiding me. Was it the kiss?” he asked, his hands moving to pin your wrists together. “Did it have some sort of effect on--”

Jisung stopped, his words catching as he caught the change of your scent. The sudden flood of arousal that filled the cavern.

“Oh,” he said, his voice dropping an octave and eyes darkening. “So that does it for you, does it?” he asked, grinning lopsidedly at you, showing his sharp teeth off. 

“Being pinned down and unable to move?”

You stared up at him, breathing heavily as heat rushed to your core, a tingling sensation starting to form in your toes. “W-what?” you whispered, your voice much softer than you intended. Jisung’s grin widened. “I think you do. I think you like this,” he continued.

You shook your head but your voice wouldn’t come out. Jisung tilted his head, black eyes boring into yours. “I think you’re lying,” he said, leaning down, his lips inches from yours. “I think you like the idea of being unable to fight back,” he chuckled, nose nuzzling into your cheek.

“Maybe I should teach you a lesson for disappearing on me for three nights. Making me worry about you.” You let out an involuntary whimper, feeling his hips grind against yours. Jisung let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, baby,” Jisung whispered as he ghosted his lips over the skin of your neck up to your ear.

“You really should have stayed away another night.”

You let out a squeal as Jisung pulled back, water splashing as he pulled you with him.

You surfaced, kicking under you to stay afloat as you looked around quickly. You turned back to the rocky ledge, to pull yourself up but as you got about halfway out of the water, Jisung resurfaced, pressing against your back and pinning you against the rocks.

You let out a cry of surprise as he chuckled in your ear, his hands wandering to your wetsuit and your eyes widened as you heard a rip of the fabric. ‘Did he just…’

When Jisung pulled back to admire his handiwork, you realized he’d ripped the entire back of your wetsuit open, completely ignoring the zipper right next to it.

You lowered yourself into the water and turned to look over your shoulder at him, finding half of his face submerged in the water. “What the hell!” you snapped. Jisung darted forward, pinning you against the rock wall. “Sorry, little fish,” he chuckled as his hands were quick to start pulling your wetsuit off, leaving you in just your swimsuit.

“That was my favorite wetsuit,” you pouted as you watched it sink into the depths of the pool. Jisung blocked your view, taking your face in his hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly, leaning in until your lips were inches apart. You stared back at him, unmoving. He hesitated, a slight smirk crossing his features before he finally closed the distance, kissing you.

Your lips parted in a gasp allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth. Your own hands had moved to the rocks, trying to keep yourself from sinking. Jisung pulled back, lips ghosting across your cheek and kissing down the side of your neck.

You felt him nip at the string of your bikini top. “I could easily snap this,” he mused before continuing to kiss along your shoulder. You opened your mouth to retort but he pressed his hips against yours, ripping a moan from your throat instead.

Another roll of his hips and your hands slipped from the rocks. Jisung was quick to grab your wrists, placing your hands on his shoulders. “If you need to hold onto something, hold onto me,” he said, watching your face as he rutted against you again.

Your head was swimming, heat pooling in your lower belly as the shark creature grinded against you, one hand holding onto the rocky ledge while the other moved down to your thigh, holding your hips in place. The rocks in the wall behind you jutted out, pushing into your back but you couldn’t be bothered to care, not when Jisung was breathing heavily into your ear, teasing you with his words.

“You know I could pin you down and have my way with you right now if I wanted to, right?”

You let out another moan as he rutted against you. “What’s stopping you,” you breathed, your voice just audible over the sound of the water lapping against the rocks. Jisung chuckled softly, his breath fanning over your collar and neck. “Because,” he started, slowing his movements.

“I’m waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you.”

One of your hands moved up the back of his neck, tangling in his dark locks. “Then consider this my consent,” you whispered before pulling him into a heated kiss. It only lasted for a few moments before Jisung lifted you up out of the water, placing you on the edge of the rock ledge.

“Don’t move,” he ordered, reaching up and untying one side of your bikini bottoms, letting the material fall before untying the other side and grabbing your hips in his hands. You had no time to ask what he was doing before you felt his tongue rough against your clit.

“Oh shit,” you gasped, eyes fluttering shut, one hand moving to his hair. Jisung ignored your grip on him, merely licking slowly up your slit. “That steak tasted amazing,” he noted, his voice low and gravelly.

“But you taste divine.”

You let out another moan as his lips attached to your clit, teasing, flicking, and sucking on the sensitive nub. You felt the tips of his pointed nails digging slightly into the flesh of your thighs. “Oh shit,” you gasped as he nipped at your clit.

“J-Jisung!” you whined, back arching as he lapped at your clit. “Keep saying my name like that,” he groaned against you. “Sounds so good when you say it like that, baby.”

“I need you pliant,” he murmured, pulling back to look at your slit. “But I don’t wanna hurt you,” he added softly. “Spread your legs for me, cutie,” he instructed. “And keep them spread.”

You did as he asked, spreading your thighs, squeaking out a small yelp when he pushed your knees closer to you. “Hold right here,” he said, patting the backs of your knees. You replaced his hands and groaned as you felt his tongue against your slit.

“Relax for me,” you heard him mutter and you took a deep breath.

You felt the tip of his tongue push into your hole and both of you groaned; you at the intrusion and him at the taste and warmth of your cunt. You felt him ease more of his tongue into your walls and wondered if he’d been hiding the majority of his tongue.

You moaned, walls clenching as his tongue moved in and out of you slowly. “F-fuck. I didn’t know you could do that,” you whined. Jisung hummed against you, sending vibrations against your clit and you gasped out.

Just as quickly, he withdrew his tongue and pulled back. “I think that’s enough,” he said as you propped yourself up, chest heaving. “I’ll just have to take my time easing into you,” he added, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer.

You let out a yelp as your lower half fell into the water. “Turn around,” he growled, grabbing your hips and pushing you into position as you held onto the ledge. Jisung lifted you partially out of the water, holding you in place. “W-what’re you doing?”

“I’m going to fuck you, baby,” he chuckled. You felt something warm and wet grind against you and you let out a moan. “O-okay,” you said as he pressed the head of his cock against your slit. “It’s not too late to tap out,” he joked and you shook your head.

“No,” you retorted. “I want this.” 

Jisung hissed, the tip of his cock slipping into you and making you gasp at the intrusion. You hadn’t gotten to see it before he was pushing it into you but it felt huge. You moaned, your walls stretching to accommodate him as he slid in, inch by inch.

“Hold still,” you heard him whisper as he pinned you against the ledge. “What--FUCK!”

You cursed, gasping as he thrust forward, sheathing his entire length inside you with one motion.

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, knees bumping into the rock wall as Jisung bottomed out. “Hah, so t-tight,” you heard him grunt. “M’gonna fuck you so good,” he chuckled, resting his forearm over your back. “Now just stay still, baby,” he continued, slowly pulling back and snapping his hips forward, making you gasp.

“Fuck you feel good. I should have done this a lot sooner,” he mused, setting a steady pace, thrusting into you from behind. “J-Jisung,” you whimpered. You felt his breath as he leaned in close to your ear. “This was more fun when you fought back,” he panted. “So fight me.”

You tried to push yourself up but he just forced you back down. “Come on, baby,” he cooed. “You can do better than that. Beg me to stop,” he laughed, slamming into you, making you see stars with each thrust. “S-stop,” you stammered weakly.

Jisung laughed again, his breath hot and heavy against the back of your neck. “Is that the best you’ve got?” he asked. “Come on, pet,” he continued, grunting with effort. “Really beg me.”

S-stop, please,” you whimpered, finding a little more strength in your voice. You didn’t want him to stop though. Not when it felt so good. “That’s it,” Jisung groaned. “Keep it going. Beg me not to fuck you. Tell me you want me to let you go. Plead with me,” he growled.

You gasped as he gave you a hard thrust, stealing the words from your tongue and the breath from your lungs. “J-Jisung. Stop. This is wr-wrong. P-please s-uh-stop,” you moaned into the rocky surface. You noticed how your whines and pleas only spurred him on.

You tried again to push yourself up only for him to grab both of your wrists, forcing you back down against the rocks, pinning your arms behind your back with one hand. “You really think you can fight me off?” he scoffed, thrusts increasing in speed.

“You think you’re strong enough?”

You shook your head, moans slipping from your lips as your mind started to go blank. “That’s right, little fish,” he smirked. “You’re powerless against me. You can’t do anything. You’re completely at my mercy. This entire time you think you’ve been in control?”

He chuckled darkly. “You haven’t been in control of shit. I let you think you had the power here. You’re out of your depth, Y/N. You have no idea what you’re up against,” he growled, slowing his thrusts to deep rolls, making your eyes roll back and a low moan escape the back of your throat.

“I let you leave every night but you always come back to me,” he continued. “Why do you think that is?” he asked softly, continuing to grind against you, his cock lodged deep in your walls. “Because you’re mine,” he growled. “You’ve been mine from the moment you entered this cave and you’ll be mine when you leave ‘cause no matter how many times you leave after this…” he trailed off, licking against your pulse point.

“You’ll always come back to me.”

You let out a mix between a scream and a moan as you felt his sharp teeth pierce your skin. ‘He just bit you. You’re gonna bleed out, you idiot!’

Despite the sharp stinging pain, the bite was more superficial with only minimal bleeding. It was meant to scar you. To mark you. You were now marked as his. 

Upon sinking his teeth into your skin, Jisung felt your walls contract around his cock and he groaned, his thrusts regaining the same relentless pace from before, slamming into you repeatedly, savoring your cries of both pleasure and pain from the bite. It would heal. It wasn’t that deep anyway.

Your walls tightened, restricting his movement as he felt you cum and he coaxed you through it, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you came down from your high. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered. “Such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

You moaned in response as he kept going. “It’s my turn, little one,” he murmured. “Shhh, baby. It’s okay. Just let go. I’ve got you,” he added, keeping a firm hold on your wrists. “Gonna fill this cute little pussy with my cum and make you mine.”

He readjusted your hips so the rock wasn’t digging into your hips before chasing his own. The sound of skin on skin echoed around the small cavern, bouncing off the rock walls, mixing with your moans until Jisung finally let out a slew of curses, strung between moans as he came, burying his cock deep inside you and filling your cunt with his seed.

He knew it wouldn’t take. You were human after all. He couldn’t actually breed with you but damn did it feel good to pretend for a few minutes as he came down from his own orgasm, muttering into your ear about how you were bound to him forever and how cute you’d look carrying his child.

When the moment passed, Jisung inspected the bite wound to your shoulder, clicking his tongue. “I could have bitten harder,” he murmured as he released your arms. “It might not show once it heals,” he added as you pushed yourself up. “If it doesn’t show up,” you said, your voice hoarse.

“I guess you’ll just have to try again.”

Jisung smiled as you looked over your shoulder at him. “How about tomorrow?” he asked, eyes sparkling in the moonlight. You rolled your eyes. “I meant after it heals, you perverted sex fiend!”

Jisung pouted as you pushed him away, his cock slipping out of you and retracting back into his body as you shakily pulled yourself up onto the rock ledge. “But,” he started as you grabbed your bikini bottoms and turned to face him. “No buts,” you retorted. “Let me heal first, otherwise you might kill me.”

Jisung watched as you put your swimsuit back on, retying the strings. He watched as you moved back to sit on the edge, dipping your legs into the water before moving to push your thighs apart and slot between them, resting his arms on the tops of your thighs.

He smiled a toothy grin when you looked down, meeting his gaze before he spoke.

“So, the day after tomorrow?”

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I SPENT AN HOUR ANSWERING THIS AND TUMBLR CRASHED AND I LOST IT ALL BECAUSE I DIDN'T KNOW THE SITE COULD CRASH. I AM EXTREMELY MAD NOW!!!

Anyways, I'll try to recreate the hour and half of extremely-in-the-zone thought I put into it, but fucking hell I finally understand why this site is called a Hellsite.

Third person breaking in to try and answer the questions because I want to be a part of something and this is a public site woohoo!!!

Depends on the loosely defined definition of "Karen". If I only count the ones who are desirively annoying people they consider to be "of lower social status", and only from the US, because I'm not sure how "Karens" manifest on other places, then about 30% of white women living in suburbian hellscapes, and 12.5% of white women living in cities.

I agree with smile-2-be-happy here, how many people must follow a label depends on how explicitly defined that label is, how broad (or narrow) the demography mentioned, and the historical context associated with everything. Something I can think of the top of my head is that if more specific a label description is, then less people should need to fit it... No, actually that makes no sense because saying that a group is X because one person is U, V, W, X, Y, Z, requires further context, like with Nazis.

Huh, this one was weird, I don't quite remember much, but I did write a lot before it got deleted; turns out trying to answer with either a yes or a no is really hard, but I also know that for my case, it doesn't depend, it has to be one of the two. The nutshell answer is that I put labels on everything I'm not thinking about, then quickly attempt to strip them out the instant I realize they exist, but that takes a while and most often than not isn't worth the effort.

The main benefit is to avoid reinventing the wheel whenever there's a discussion concerning a group of people; using an agreed-upon description that suits them for most cases can genuinely speed up a lot of talks. The main drawback is that people change a lot, and a group of people that is truly homogeneous just doesn't exist, and the lines for everything regarding social definitions are always blurry.

Yes, they didn't. Yes. Yes.

Not American → Next question doesn't apply.

All I can think of saying is "Oof, what an interesting tough life that must be/have been". Other than that, I am not sure what the question is asking, what about them... What?

TLRD: No, I don't interpret those two statements as equal. I know from logic class that those statements don't make sense, as you are doing something akin to: "If (If A then B) is true then (If B then A) is true", which isn't a tautology, so it is a logical fallacy. HOWEVER! Trying to write something like that in English is really hard, because I end up saying stuff which is grammatically incorrect, like "Most mornings are good, therefore most good are mornings." Which is very weird and hard to properly say, but in other words the second part says "of all good (things) (that exist), more than half are mornings." Which is technically not a logically flawed hypothesis, but technically probable with empirical evidence that (a) there's an ennumerable quantity of "good (things)", and (b) more than half are mornings. Oh, and also it is very different than saying "of all mornings, more than half are good"... This is hard to explain without getting into set theory so I'm just not gonna.

This isn't marked as a different point to 8, but it is a different, albeit related, question. Sentences 2 and 4 are true, Sentence 3 is true as long as "Most" is mutually exclusive with "All", and the first sentence is false because for such a sentence to be true, you need to have at least half of the counters in barrel B to be red, but what we know is that there's between 3 (considering equal distribution, it can't be 2 because all barrels would have the same amount of red counters, without any having the most) and 9 (Most ≠ All), both numbers being below 500, which is the threshold to cross to be considered "most counters in a barrel" means that the first sentence has no case in which it is true. Also, there are only 10 red counters and 10 < 500.

I have no patience for negativity toward "boomers" anymore.

Almost everybody doing the work to restore ecosystems, grow native plants, and preserve rare species is 50 or older

The people I work with IRL have told me that my presence is encouraging because it means "the younger generation is getting involved with this stuff too." There's really not very many people my age

Who do you think was fighting this fight in the 1970's

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cdrama rec: goodbye, my princess

Master drama rec list.

Series: goodbye, my princess / the eastern palace Episodes: 52 (regular) 55 (director’s cut--this is the version i watched) Genres: tragedy, romance, train wreck, historical, political, costume porn, scenery porn Spoilers in the Rec: for the set-up If You Like, You’ll Like: “what are you going to do, stab me?” says man stabbed, moon lovers but make it worse, empress ki, a show where literally every love confession ends with someone using a knife, a v fucked up deconstruction of the “runaway princess” trope

Rank: 9.5/10

^ yes this looks v. healthy, soak those clothes in the cold water of the river styx it’ll be fine

PREMISE

xiaofeng is a very bubbly and naive princess from western liang state, where she’s grown up happy and sheltered. her father is pro-peace with the li empire, and makes an arranged marriage for her to their crown prince. being a Precocious Naive Young Royal with a certified Thing for her teacher, gu jian (who seems Stoic but is actually a Softie), she eventually convinces him to run away with her so she can avoid the marriage. 

little does she know that gu jian is actually a sleeper agent for a disgraced family of the li empire who are willing to do anything to get power VENGEANCE honor again.

 wow, this will be fun she said. this will be good, she said. 

meanwhile...

prince li chengyin, the 5th prince, is accompanying his elder brother, the crown prince, to western liang in order to broker a marriage with their princess. on the way they are ambushed by what look like members of the danchi--a nomadic, warrior state. the crown prince is killed, and the 5th prince is left for dead. eventually, chengyin makes his way to western liang, where he learns about the history of his mother’s family, the gus, and meets his cousin gu jian. together, they vow for power VENGEANCE honor as well as a way to uncover the truth about the murder of the crown prince

one way to do that is to figure out a way to infiltrate the danchi

conveniently, gu jian knows a runaway princess whose grandfather is their leader.

ope. i came out here to have a good time

gu jian and chengyin conspire to have chengyin pose as gu jian’s Totally Normal Cousin Who is Definitely Not An Enemy Royal as they help the princess “run away” from an unwanted marriage to the “safety” of her grandfather’s people.

 ah. ha haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. hah.

MAIN CHARACTERS

xiaofeng

our titular princess!!! omg does she have a wild fucking ride of character development. happy and sheltered! oh no. oh no. oh, god. happy again! oh god. no. oh fuck. 

she’s awesome. growing up in the desert (her father’s people) and the steppe (her mother’s people), xiaofeng’s lived a pretty great life of mischief and riding horses. incredibly kind and extroverted, she makes friends everywhere and a lot of them are women and that is Awesome. not a mean bone in her body. wine-child who likes to cross dress. cdrama’s best dressed.

prince li chengyin / gu xiaowu

the 5th prince of the li empire and wants power VENGEANCE honor for his momma. he infiltrates xiaofeng’s Runaway Marriage Camping Trip in the hopes of uncovering military secrets of the danchi, to get vengeance for his brother and also some military merit so he can get more vengeance. 2 vengeances for one betrayal--sweet deal. however, on the way to the danchi, he hardcore falls for xiaofeng even though he’s lowkey trying to bring about devastation for her family. ruh oh. 

falls in love with the Mark, betrays people constantly and then wonders why they’re mad at him. the show/narrative never, at any point, tries to hide the fact that he is making some Severely Fucked Up Decisions and it’s amazing. genuinely loves xiaofeng very, very much. epitome of “you made your bed now lie in it.” 

gu jian

xiaofeng’s teacher and also her first love. he has feelings for her back, but he’s Bound by Duty to the gu family and subsequentially the li empire. he chooses duty, and orchestrates the meeting between xiaofeng and chengyin “xiaowu” in order to get chengyin in the door to the danchi tribe. he then watches them fall in love, fully knowing the fucked up shit that’s about to go down and how much pain it will cause xiaofeng. 

wears oversized scarves because a dude’s gotta accessorize. dramatically observes people from tall places like a sailor moon villain. whistle baby whistle baby let him know

SOME SUPPORT CHARACTERS SELECTED BY HOW MUCH THEY ARE MY FAVORITES

a’du

Q U E E N. a member of the danchi tribe, and xiaofeng’s best friend and bodyguard and girlfriend. xiaofeng says punch and a’du says how hard. the two of them are ride or die together, and a’du would do anything for xiaofeng. does not approve of any of her boyfriends in any capacity because LMAO she has eyes.

general pei

the Strong, Silent type and a general who is loyal to the li empire and serves chengyin. he befriends xiaofeng and genuinely cares about her. she teaches him the flute and he plays it for her whenever she’s sad and it’s precious :(. unclear whether or not his feelings for her are platonic or romantic, but it’s all v Pure and Well-Meaning. the ladies love him

he shi

(far right) a’du’s brother and the danchi’s best warrior. look he’s barely in this but i have a thing for friendly giants and this one plays the flute

mi luo

spy-turned-bar owner from western liang, who becomes one of xiaofeng’s best friends. she’s just a really cool lady and she keeps everyone absolutely hammered throughout the story, which they all need. to cope.

OTHER SUPPORT CHARACTERS THAT ARE NOT MY FAVORITES BUT ARE IMPORTANT TO THE PLOT AND/OR I WAS TOO LAZY TO MAKE A SCREENCAP OF

zhao se se. a noblewoman in the li empire who has been in love with chenglin forever

the empress. basically every cdrama empress you’ve ever encountered. moving on.

khan tömür. ACTUALLY one of my favorites but i was too lazy to get a screencap. xiaofeng’s grandpa and leader of the danchi. loves his grand daughter so, so much. does not approve of any of her boyfriends either because he also has eyes.

ming yue. a famous courtesan in the li empire who xiaofeng later befriends. she’s a perfectly fine character i was just bored w/ her subplot.

gao yuming. every Evil Minister you’ve seen in a cdrama, although he gets extra points for having one of the most annoying, blatantly evil voices of all time

second prince, li chengye. i actually liked him a lot too. the crown prince after the first crown prince dies, chengyin’s brother. anything else is spoilers

Drawbacks

there were a couple of subplots that i had 0 interest in, which is what kept this from being a perfect 10 for me. i didn’t care about anything related to minister gao + the empress, but that’s admittedly because im not all that into palace politics. the ming yue stuff was also not that interesting to me because i’ve seen that subplot a billion times.

nothing else enjoy the fucking ride.

Reasons to Watch.

this show makes no secret that it’s not going to be a good time. you jump in fully aware that it’s a tragedy and knowing that ahead of time makes it so much better. you see chengyin start to gradually lose his shit and it’s amazing. it’s so good. 

character development! almost every character grows (or destructs) based on what’s happening around them and i was really impressed with it. xiaofeng’s in particular.

ACTING. omg both the leads killed it. you can see the switches flip and it p much defines the show-not-tell i love it

music! it’s really pretty ;; 

FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS. FEMALE FRIENDSHIPS EVERYWHERE. xiaofeng makes so many friends and it warms my heart

if you’re into fucked up romances that also have moments of genuine cuteness/softness this is 100% your thing

The Aesthetic. costumes and scenery are on point, behold a parade of images:

(the Red Dress is iconic but this ^ is actually my favorite costume of hers)

Final Thoughts

[edge-lorde]

original vampire bullshit 2

yep its part twoooooooooo! part 1 here    part 3 here   part 4 here

i got more than like 3 notes on my last post so.... thats pretty good for an original thing for me, and what is this blog but my magnum opus? theres even room for a part 3. 

if u think this stuff is cool and you like it and have questions please ask them of me there is nothing i would rather talk about.

Vampire fast fact I forgot before: vampires don’t have to bite someone on the neck, just anywhere where there is a major artery. They have a sort of venom that puts their human meal into a stupor and it is just the natural painkiller in saliva with an inhibitor thing that makes people not be immune to its effects anymore. Most vampire bites are not fatal and few lead to new vampires. 

Think about it. 

The average human has 9-12 pints of blood. Red blood cells only live 100-120 days. Plus the fact that the blood vampires are taking is likely to have already been around for at least a few days. I am not going to do any kind of math right now but if every time a vampire bit a human they made another vampire then they would run out of blood eventually and die out. They can take blood from other vampires, but once the humans are all gone they'd be just passing old blood around until it died and so did they. 

Much of vampire culture revolves around this idea. Is ebola smart enough to figure out that if all of its hosts die, so does it? No! That’s why it's not the one who gets to decide what a living thing is. Vampires see human blood for what it is to them-- a finite resource. 

No one knows exactly how vampirism and other similar viruses first came into being, but it is said that the first vampires were solitary stragglers who had been abandoned by their human communities after they had fallen ill for a time and appeared to have died, only to reawaken and attack someone like a mad beast. These individuals lead hard, lonely lives, for it is difficult for anyone to live in the wilderness alone and vampires are not immune to the many associated dangers of that way of life. 

The vampires most sacred bond is that between the sire and the fledgling. The discovery that one lone vampire can make another is not as straightforward as sexual reproduction is for humans (though some may argue that that’s not straightforward in all cultures either) and can be more commonly compared to the discovery of fire or the wheel, though perhaps more appropriately compared to agriculture. With this new tool mastered, the organized structure of the vampire clan could finally take shape, and my pretend world would be changed forever. 

A vampire clan is a group of vampires who claim to be descended from the same ancestor. many clans claim to trace their lineage back for 10,000s of years, as vampires tend to live for hundreds of years individually. The social hierarchy of any vampire clan, or “vlan” if you will, places the individuals with the least degree of separation from the founder in the most esteemed positions. This does not necessarily correlate to age because, as was stated before, any individual vampire might be alive for hundreds of years and will thus have plenty of time to sire new fledgelings at any point in time. All vampires in the same clan are considered related. The clans count the number of degrees of separation from the founder as generations, and everyone in the same ‘generation’ are considered equals/cousins. Some clans organize themselves into smaller sub-clans that hither toward a more recent shared ancestor. They do also have the concept of two vampires who were sired by the same parent as being siblings, but the only vampire relationship with assumed warmth is that of the sire/fledgeling. Other familial connections are formal relationships that have to do with status and duty. In everyday life vampires prioritize found family as being the people who should be closests to someone. 

This is often used as a metaphor for the entire clan being one large found family, different from human families. While humans do not get to pick the family that they are born into, vampires do get to pick who their children will be. At one time, this was often at the full discretion of the already existing vampire. Nowadays, this is a highly bureaucratized process that takes many factors into account. I'll summarize it here for now-- they look for someone who is in good health, proven themselves trustworthy, shown that they have some value that will benefit the clan as a whole, displayed the drive to ensure them that this person will continue to have all these characteristics even after they lose their connection to human life, and most importantly are a volunteer. 

Some clans retain cultural practices from their human cultures, such as marriage. What that entails would vary tremendously throughout time and space. For some it may mean formal alliances with other vampire clans where the spouses don't ever even have to see each other, for some genuine affection, and others a means of blending in with the human population. 

Some clans of the past operated as marauders that see all humans as little more than game, others affiliated themselves more closely with particular human communities to the point that they were practically inseparable. Both strategies had their benefits and drawbacks and most clans fell somewhere in the middle. All saw themselves as above human affairs and lamented their reliance on them. Just like in twilight many vampire clan wars were fought over sole access to specific human populations. Many wars were fought against and even alongside humans as well, but vampires do not consider these wars. Vampires are loathe to spill human blood on the battlefield as anything other than a show of power against their true foes, other vampires. They saved their worst war crimes for these true foes as well, the worst vampire-specific one being the removal of their blood fangs, cursing them to an inevitable death drawn out over months. Battles fought alongside humans are remembered either as defending the home front as a shepherd defends his sheep or as matters of the individual. If facing a human foe, the average vampire much prefers to capture the assailant and drain them of blood in their own time. This would mean either all at once or slowly, depending on the relevant circumstances. 

Which brings us to how vampire communities are organized in modern times.......

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We are coming close to Season 3 (wahoo!). So a lot of you are either on a rewatch or planning it next week before you watch S3. There has been advice going around to swap the position of Season 2's episode 6 (the spy) and episode 7 (the lost sister) for a better experience, and it turns out it works so well it probably should have been the natural order IMO. (1,2,3,4,5,7,6,8,9) For the record, the events of episode 6 and episode 7 happen simultaneously, which is why El is not in episode 6 at all.In this post I am not going to go into the common criticisms of episode 7, just explain why swapping the episodes actually makes the whole pace of the show better, the episodes themselves better, and so forth. All disagreements and exposure of my faulty brain are welcome :-)It obviously goes without saying if you haven't seen season 2, then don't read further, but I do recommend you swap and take it on faith ;-)​WHY IT'S BETTERThe cliffhanger at the end of episode 5 is pretty big. Will is having a seizure. So this may be the only drawback to the swap as you don't see this continue until episode 7 is over. However, this is a less intense cliffhanger than the end of episode 6.In Episode 7, when Eleven is in the void, sees the radio in the cabin and hears Hopper's "I'm not mad, I'm just sorry" speech, we would be experiencing it with her for the first time. Eleven and the viewer alike both know exactly as much as each other about why Hopper is not using Morse code and why he is sad and so on. It's a mystery to both Eleven, and the viewer. Immediately, for me, this makes the new order better because it is now fitting episode 7 into the main plot, albeit through Eleven's experience.In Episode 7, when Eleven is in the void again, she sees Hopper worried as he looks at the monitor in the lab. "That's that damn graveyard", and then sees Mike shouting "It's a trap, it's a trap". Again, as before, we are experiencing it for the first time with Eleven. We have as much idea as she does about what's going on. Instead of looking back on what we already know, we are getting a partial glimpse, along with Eleven, of what's going on in Hawkins and we feel the same urgency to see her go back as she does to get back.In Episode 6, now that we've seen Episode 7, we get to the point where Hopper is trying to communicate with El through Morse code on his radio and decides to hell with this and speaks directly to her with tearful eyes. We then see a shot of the empty and wrecked cabin with his voice. We know Eleven is "there, but not there" and it adds a whole ghostly feeling to scene, and I am struck by how somber it feels. We have just had one mystery from Episode 7 revealed to us, this time through what Eleven didn't see! It works SO much better.In Episode 6, now that we've seen Episode 7, we get to the point where Hopper notices where the soldiers are on the monitor in the lab. "That's that damn graveyard". We then see Mike shouting "It's a trap, it's a trap" trying to get through the security to warn them. We have now had revealed to us what Eleven did not see and did not know. The mystery is now revealed for us again and we also have the knowledge that Eleven is, again, "there, but not there". Immediately after this "OOOHHHH" moment we then see the soldiers get massacred and the cliffhanger at the end of the episode. Then, it lines up PERFECTLY with episode 8.In episode 8, after our swap, the arrival of Eleven at the end of the episode happens after an extended amount of time. We haven't seen her in around two hours after she said she was going home on the bus. This feels less rushed, gives us the feeling she has been travelling for a while and it just, again, fits better.​So that's the main reasons why I think this works so well. In this modified order, Episode 7 suddenly joins up with the main plot with two powerful scenes where we see glimpses of what's going on in Hawkins through Eleven's eyes. Those glimpses make those scenes more powerful later on as the light is shone on the mysteries and we get a complete picture. It also means that the pace of the unfolding events is better, as with the normal order we get to approaching boiling point at the end of episode 6, and then it cools dramatically at the start of episode 7, only to return instantly to boil at the start of 8.Do you think I'm wrong? Am I forgetting something in either 6 or 7 that would be a massive spoiler or would otherwise ruin the viewing if you saw it this way the first time?​EDIT: It was pointed out to me that another user - u/CountedCrow - suggested a different trick of swapping 7 with 8 a few days ago in this thread.http://bit.ly/31XON8s via /r/StrangerThings

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All for Endeavor & Dabi u v u

Thanks for always bringing me the good shit, Bukii. Since I tend to ramble, this will be broken up into two parts so expect Dabi’s post to come shortly after this one! That’s right, we’re starting with flame daddy! (Warning: one nsfw picture in this post)

1. Sleep: Enji is a big man with a big personality and, as such, he sleeps all sprawled out regardless of whether he has a bed partner or not. He takes up a lot of space and makes no apologies for it. Thats just who he is, so if you’re going to join him for a good nights rest, you’d better be prepared to get jostled around a little bit and maybe even squished when he rolls over on top of you. There won’t be much wiggle room to work with but that shouldn’t be too big of a problem considering what a good bodypillow he’d make. Even though he’s a solid 260 pounds of muscle mass, he still looks meaty enough to have some give and I think having his body curled around yours would be incredibly comforting. The only drawback is that I think his temperature is naturally higher than the average so it would be very easy to get overheated like this. Summer in particular would be excruciatingly hot and I imagine you’d find yourself sleeping naked more often than not, but he certainly wouldn’t have any complaints about that. He does snore but, for better or worse, he’s a very sound sleeper so if you can block out the noise, you won’t have to worry about him tossing and turning constantly. The best strategy would probably be to wait for him to zonk out and then drape yourself over him, using his chest or stomach as a pillow, so that you’re free to adjust your position when you start to get too warm.  

2. Sad: Enji is not someone whose very open with his emotions and I think this one in particular would be among his most guarded. Not only is he reluctant to show any signs of weakness but he also wouldn’t be too keen on letting people into his mind like that, out of self perseverance more than anything else. He’d have to be extremely comfortable with you and trust you implicitly to ever open about something that made him sad but it would be a pivotal moment in any relationship, whether romantic or platonic. I think that, if anything, it would be his insecurities as a hero and as a man that would surface in this regard, i.e, “why am I not good enough?”. He has worked very hard to become the best, perhaps even to point of madness, but yet he still wasn’t able to surpass All Might on equal terms and that clearly upsets him quite a bit. If he did open up to you about these kinds of things, it would be a huge mistake on your part to offer him sympathy. He doesn’t want that, especially not in regards to an already touchy subject. With him its more about listening and understanding where he’s coming from while he sorts through these emotions that are usually kept bottled up and it can become quite tumultuous indeed. 

3. Happy: Enji, in the true spirit of a Leo, is happiest when he’s in the spotlight. Not only is he naturally drawn to being the center of attention but he also works extremely hard to earn his spot there, which has perhaps given him a slightly inflated sense of entitlement about how he deserves to be there more than others. Rather than just stroking his ego, I think this drive to be the best would have followed him into any career, whether that be something as mundane as dentistry or even another hero-like profession such as a firefighter. Although this might be a slightly self indulgent opinion, I think he’s fine standing at the top alone but I do believe that what would make him the happiest is finding someone to share the stage with as equals, or something close to it. He’s not opposed to a challenge by any means and I think being able to put on an extravagant show of his prowess would delight him to no end. Being able to prove that he’s truly the best makes him feel accomplished which is why his inability to surpass All Might, no matter how much work he put in, affected him so negatively.

4. Angry/Violent: Enji comes off as a rather aggressive person but I think thats mostly just his personality (gruff, blunt and to the point) and we’ve really only gotten a very brief glimpse of what true anger from him looks like. He also seems like someone who would be easy to set off and, while that might be true in regards to certain topics, I actually believe he’s a fairly levelheaded person in that he’s not going to go critical if someone accidentally steps on his boot in a crowded room. What seems to get him going the most is a sense of inadequacy in which his personal shortcomings weigh heavy on his shoulders and thats understandable when you’ve put in as much effort as he has. However once he finally reaches that snapping point, it is anything but a pretty sight. In addition to lashing out physically and putting holes in the walls or destroying his own belongings, I see him being a screamer. Its hard for me to say, in the case of an interpersonal fight, if he would yell insults at the other person or if he’d just bellow in rage but it would be an intense situation either way. Like I said though, if you were close enough that he trusted you, I think this situation could possibly be diffused but if you’re already on bad terms with the guy, then I’d suggest you get out of dodge. Quickly. 

5. Sex: Enji is a domineering man in every sense of the word and given that he treats the whole world as his personal stage, I see no reason why the bedroom would be any different. Truly, he is the king of his kingdom and he expects to be in charge from the get go to the end. You could try to dethrone him, of course, and maybe he’d even let you think you were getting the upper hand for a little while, but rest assured that he will inevitably flip the tables on you at some point and remind you exactly who the boss is. Rather than being inclined to go gentle or hard, he seems to me like the type who simply does everything from the perspective of ownership. If he decides that he’s going to fuck you slow and steady, then he is going to make sure that you’re writhing against him and begging for release before the night is through. Maybe even multiple times throughout the night. But if he decides he’s going to break you in half then, well … hopefully you don’t have to be anywhere in the morning. Its really dependent on his mood, what kind of experience he’s up for and just how loud he wants to hear you scream this time. While he would definitely still find pleasure in watching you lose yourself on his cock, his priority will always be his own needs above anyone else’s and he is certainly a bit of a selfish lover. But by no means does that imply you wont walk away from this completely and utterly satisfied. He does strive to be the best after all, which means that his performance is by no means lacking. 

6. Living Quarters: Enji likes things to be clean, tidy and a little bit extravagant. He’s clearly got expensive tastes if his office was anything to go by, so I can only imagine what the inside of his house looks like. Expensive furniture from the best of the best interior designers, one of a kind paintings on the walls and occasionally questionable sculptures in the garden, hand towels no one is allowed to use, top of the line technology in almost every room and a personal gym outfitted with the very best equipment money can buy. However, based on what little we’ve seen of the Todoroki estate, he seems to be a fan of traditionally Japanese things so all of thpse luxuries he enjoys so much have got to be blended in almost seamlessly with the minimalist aesthetic of his mansion style home. My mind is painting a very modern take on the classic, and I think its gotta’ be just beautiful to see in person.

7. Romantic: Enji isn’t much of a romanticist in the typical sense, but I do believe that if you’ve managed to catch his interest then he will make sure you know it. Showing someone that he truly cares for them seems to be one of the things he struggles with the most and he’d probably goof up every once in a while as a result, so you’ll have to be prepared to travel this bumpy road together. Since he does appear to enjoy throwing his money around, I’d imagine he’d treat you to the best five star restaurants in town (maybe even a few on the other side of the country), take you out shopping and on trips to the most highly rated onsen, and even gift you expensive presents. In particular, I think he’d be quite fond of sending you delightfully sinful lingerie sets in the mail and then take you out that same evening with the full knowledge you were wearing them for him. But again, what everything boils down to is his own enjoyment in this relationship and he isn’t likely to do much just for the sake of it. As such, there might be times where you wonder if he actually does care about you or not, and you might even start to feel like a bought woman. This is where his inability to be open about his emotions becomes a bit of an issue but if you can work through that, then I don’t see any reason why this should be a deal breaker. 

8. Family & Friends: Enji is, again, not the best about being transparent when it comes to this kind of stuff. I think he does care about his family on a certain level, as it is his and he likely recognizes its importance, but he doesn’t seem to know how to show that. Not to mention the fact that he undoubtedly let his heated rivalry with All Might cloud his judgement and he made mistakes that hurt those closest to him. Recent developments seem to imply that he’s realized the error of his ways and now we just need to see how he goes about trying to amend it. But my point is that by no means do I think he’s some kind of monster who got off on mistreating his family. He seems to have a very solid foundation for right and wrong, and I’m sure that if he came upon someone abusing their family he would put a stop to it immediately, but when you become obsessed with a singular goal like he did, its so easy to lose sight of your personal morality. I’m not justifying his actions or saying that he was in the clear to act however he wanted, I just think he’s not quite the heartless demon a lot of people paint him to be and that he does, indeed, love his family in his own little way.

9. Hobbies: Enji strikes me as the sort to be into more traditional hobbies like sumo, shogi or go, and all manner of martial arts. I could also see him enjoying a nice day at the horse tracks. Unfortunately he doesn’t get a lot of down time to enjoy many hobbies so I think whatever he does enjoy occupying his time with has to be relatively simple and easy to access. 

10. Likes/Dislikes: Enji likes being the center of attention, being praised and or put on a pedestal, simple elegance and extravagant displays of wealth, calm moments when he can let his guard down and the finer things in life. He dislikes outright disrespect, being bested in any way, shape or form, being treated like an inferior and wasting his time.

11. Childhood: Enji, in my opinion, probably had a childhood similar to the one he raised Shoto in. Again, this is no excuse, but I think for him to believe that training your five year old son to the point of being physically ill was fine and dandy, he must have experienced a similar upbringing. That is to say, I would not be at all surprised if his father was extremely tough and demanding of him, pushing him well to the breaking point, and just generally expecting more out of him than he could give. This might not be what some of you want to hear, but unfortunately this is often how things go in the more traditionally aligned Japanese families - especially the wealthy ones. There is a certain amount of expectations placed on the men of the household to be better than the last generation and this often culminates in the form of not allowing them much of a childhood at all. I think Enji probably grew up swearing that he would be better than that but at some point his perception of reality was so clouded by his desire to surpass All Might that he just sort of fell into that mindset. Maybe without even realizing it. I subscribe to this idea because it also explains why his personality is so rough and generally off putting to most people. He was likely raised in a harsh environment so he became harsh as a result. 

12: Old Age: Enji probably has no desire to retire at any point as he’s poured every ounce of himself into his career and I wouldn’t be surprised if he expects to die in the line of duty at some point. Whether that be from not knowing what else to do with his life or from a sense of wanting to go down in history as a hero who gave the ultimate sacrifice, its hard to say. Either way, he doesn’t strike me as the sort whose mapping out his 401k and looking at cozy cottages in the mountains. However, if he were forced into retirement through one means or another, then that would be an entirely different story. But thats also nothing but conjecture on my part so we’ll have to wait and see what happens in canon. I do think it would be nice if he found the peace of mind to hand off the torch to someone who wants to take up his mantle so he can relax and make up for lost time with his family. If his redemption arc can actually feature, y’know. An actual redemption, I would prefer to see that over him dying in what would simply amount to a revenge killing to mollify the part of the fandom that hates him with a burning passion. Allowing him to grow old and watch his children flourish in ways that he didn’t sounds like the best possible outcome to me.

13: Cooking: Enji does not cook. He has neither the time nor the interest. But thats not to say he doesn’t enjoy a good meal and, in fact, he’s more than willing to shell out exorbitant amounts of money to indulge on fine dining. I see him being a very big fan of expensive steakhouses and he’d likely be quite knowledgeable when it comes to wine. That being said, it takes a lot of food to maintain that brickhouse physique of his so I imagine the kitchen at home is fully stocked with all the best ingredients and any housekeepers he staffs are likely kept quite busy between him and his two children that are still living at home. 

14: Random: Enji’s favorite positions are the Torch (ironically enough) because it just makes you feel so damn tight around him and the fact its a perfect position to relentlessly slam your g-spot is just mere coincidence. Mhm. He knows what he’s doing.

The Prison Guard because, well, I shouldn’t have to explain this one.

And my personal favorite, the Full Nelson (sorry, I couldn’t find this one on the other site)

If you asked him where he stood on kinky sex, Enji would scoff and tell you that it was none of your business but once you get him in the bedroom, it will quickly become apparent that this man is just as much of a dom as you’d expect him to be. He’s down for M/s, petplay, bondage, just about any kind of humiliation you can think of and, if you ask nicely enough, he’d even incorporate some daddy dom aspects just for you. Keep in mind that everything truly revolves around him, especially when its just the two of you, so he expects to have your full attention and what better way to accomplish that than literally dominating you into submission? Sounds like a good time to me.

[sashayed]

Good afternoon, elegant natural beauties. Do u guys want to read a short, incoherent stream-of-consciousness review of Every Single Perfume I’ve Sampled since May 2016? of course you do! I put a star next to the ones that are good on me.  i originally wrote “next to the ones i recommend” but of course every perfume smells completely different on every person so Who Knows. i don’t wanna get blog sued for recommending you a fragrance that smells like a butt on you.

★ annick goutal ce soir ou jamais - rose! big, overblown, spicy rose. musky. amber. really good! a little too floral for me personally but it’s very like a flapper wearing a rose in her hair & i would recommend for somebody else

annick goutal grand amour - unremarkable, thin floral. also gone almost immediately?? what even was this. annick. get it together.

★ annick goutal nuit etoilee - ohhhh, yes. soothing, but not boring. something like -- blue-gray forests and -- mint tea? it's cool and delicate and sort of cozy. mint leaves and resin. herbal, graceful, understated: warm tea and a pine fire on a cold night. it’s too elegant to be homey. it’s like if your ex-wife of 20 years invited you over to dinner and everything in the house was lovely and the dogs were asleep and even the trees outside tapped their branches on the glass just as you remembered it, but over dinner you realized from the coolness of her glance and the graciousness of her manner toward you, you knew absolutely that she had moved on, and however kindly she treated you you would only ever be a guest in this house -- your ex-wife might wear this.

★ l'artisan mon numero 6 - sort of woodsy and masculine in a good way! sandalwood, hibiscus. a gamine in a bower.

annick goutal petite cherie edt - can something be both powdery and juicy? pear and soap? it's nice -- very girly and sort of demurely playful -- but even with a surprising musky note down in there, it doesn't make much of a statement. 

★ atelier cedrat envirat - a greener, woodsier Orange Sanguine. in spite of the name, the cedar is much more of a basenote, a strong vibration; more noteable are the citrus tones, especially as it dries. more lemon-lime than orange. delicious and fresh and invigorating. i can wear OS at any season, but this feels very summer-specific.

balenciaga b. - fresh at first but then….weird old bread?? what? what is happening. it’s still not bad but there’s something so floury/powdery about it. in spite of that bakery/kitchen association it’s not spicy – it’s green & dry. Fine, but not a keeper.

cb i hate perfume burning leaves edt - not so impressive on me anymore. it used to feel cozy and i'd get a hint of rich woods but now that sweetness is more like....bbq sauce. like, i just smell like i wandered into your house with grill smoke in my unwashed hair. this is fine and great when it happens organically, but a lil too meaty for my taste in perfume. not great projection either.

cb i hate perfume i am a dandelion - sharp & earthy greens – what florals there are are more crushed than blooming. i’d want to layer this with something but by itself it’s too much mica/dirt on me.

cb i hate perfume wild hunt - WET EARTH. foliage and moss. ozone. that low alcoholic thing that’s very cb-typical. round dirt. fades very fast.

clean rain - cheap but good. nothing remarkable though and it fades VERY quickly to regular bar soap. you could get the same effect for a fraction of the price with that $8 cucumber melon body splash from bath & body works.

★ comme des garcons blue santal - oh HELLO good MORNING! clean, tomboyish, scented wood and juniper. a ski lodge smell -- outdoorsy, but more moneyed than natural. the perfume equivalent of super-expensive ”reclaimed wood” scandinavian furniture.

d'orsay intoxication - bluh. the two words that come to mind are “honey” and “widowhood,” tbh, which makes this sound better than it is. it's just a sort of indeterminate, dated chypre floral, with an old-lady's-bathroom musk. which is better than old-man's-bathroom musk, obviously, but i'm not into this.

★ demeter honeysuckle edt - as pure and natural on me as annick goutal’s way more expensive chevrefeuille. projection & lasting aren’t as good but SUCH a fresh, sweet, uncloying honeysuckle.

derek lam 10 crosby drunk on youth edp - your cute friend’s hair after a shower. fancy girl shampoo. then it blossoms out and gets deeper & sweeter--pure honeysuckle, but still soapy, hence the shampoo. lovely, but too $$$ for basically a nice bathroom-steam smell.

dkny be desired edp - starts w/ sweet grapefruit & violet – then that shampoo-y smell – then the shampoo gets synthetic. it’s not BAD exactly, just mad artificial with a sharper and sharper plastic line through it. although ooo, as it dies down it gets REALLY nice. not worth that early stuff but very sweet and sporty.

dolce & gabbana intense - strong & sweet. intoxicating but also marshmallowy? tuberose. kind of like a lollipop. yes. booze lollipop. i dig it but it’s too sweet to be a standby for me. although the boozy vanilla about 15 mins in is SUPER delicious.

elizabeth & james nirvana black - i’ve heard this suggested as a dupe for Black Orchid but nirvana is WAY sweeter on me. more licorice, less tobacco and the vanilla comes across much less organically. some scents kind of fold your own smell into themselves and enhance it? that’s the goal for me & this w/ my particular chemistry is like the opposite. very “mask”-y.

★ giorgio armani si edp - YUM. lychee with some sharper fizz behind. black pepper? then incense/spiced wood? super sophisticated & sexy. reviews say “vanilla” – i’m not getting that at all.

gucci flora glorious mandarin edt - a burst of tangerine, then low slightly spicy flowers. good, but not great.

★ guerlain idylle - oo. oooooo. delicious. this is described as a “floral” but i’m getting something richer – something of that amber vanilla musk that i used to get with Black Orchid. i guess i smell the rose under that. as it dries it gets sweeter but not in a bad way – fruit-sweet, like a wet raspberry.

★ imaginary authors cobra and the canary - tobacco, smoke, leather. very distinctive and really kind of nice. i think you could pair this with something femmey for a really interesting layered smell but WHO HAS THE TIME!!

★ issey miyake a scent - spring. sharp cut green flower stems. wet but guarded. crisp. lemon tree & hyacinth in the very back. like it a lot. as it wears down it becomes deeper and more floral – a wet garden. (had this on same arm w/ d&g intense & they’re like the opposite of each other. a palate refresher!)

★ juliette has a gun mmm - sooooo good! like….creamy white flowers and orange rind and cinnamon? as usual with white flowers it’s a little sweeter than the woman i picture myself to be, but true to its name it is DELICIOUS.

laura mercier nuits enchantees - VANILLA EXTRACT! so delicious but unfortunately then this weird powdery almost nutty?? note appears. almond? or wait: marzipan. ough, that must be the patchouli. yeah, no thanks.

le labo vanille 44 - so good at first! rich warm vanilla-extract vanilla. spicy. wintry. something a little like rubber or plastic – or playdoh?? – deep under it, which is the only drawback -- except that then as it dries it fades to just that rubber plastic thing. :/ this was a disappointing relationship.

miller harris la pluie - weirdly old & incongruous on me – like one of those perfume sampler packs i played dress up with as a kid. not bad, but seems to have nothing to do with my skin.

oscar de la renta something blue - PURPLE MARKER SMELL? remember those smelly markers and the purple one was really good? this is like a fancier version of that. then it goes to more complex flowers.

★ pinrose treehouse royal - this is SO FAMILIAR, why?? what is it? vitabath??? green, delicious, ginger underneath. cassis and vetiver. very clean. i’ve never tried pinrose before and i really like it!

★ pinrose campfire rebel - oh wow. oh WOW. green smoke. everything i stopped getting from burning leaves – none of that charcoal meatiness. just clean autumn air and good whiskey. i gotta get more pinrose!

★ prada luna rossa - POWERFUL dude musk. spicy herbal, amber-y. Very very masc. Feels like Jean Dujardin inviting you behind the boat house for a cigarette.

ralph lauren polo black a wealthy, slightly effete dude sauntering out of the locker room. tropical fruit and sandalwood. very clubby, but also VERY delicious – at first. unfortunately it fades FAST to Eau de Douche. like, not the vaginal hygeine product, just a douchey guy in a club. ugh.

ralph lauren romance - very femme perfume-y – the opposite of luna rossa. Flowers first – rose & lily? Feels like the dullest body splash you could get from Victoria’s Secret. Inoffensive, boring flowers.

stella mccartney sheer - fruity! a less strong l'imperatrice. juicy. sweet and soapy.

★★★ tom ford noir pour femme - ohhhh shiiiiiit yes. ohhhhh you’ve done it again thomas. musk and vanilla. warm smoke. cardamom. this perfume is a cardamum blessing. i feel so sophisticated yet sexy yet also somehow cozy and warm?? a femme fatale in an oversized sweater. oh god, it just gets better and warmer and sexier every minute. WHEN WILL I BE RICH?? @daeontherun bought me a tube of this for XMAS because she’s a SAINT and we all put it on and spent the rest of the evening deeply inhaling our own wrists. can’t recommend highly enough.

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Even worse than that, the traditional wisdom that is passed off as “house security advice” is just about pointless. Why, you can kick the ordinary front door with a deadbolt broad open!

The problem is that most residence security measures do not take into consideration a figured out attack by armed adversaries. All they do is maintain out individuals that desire to silently slip right into your home.

The most usual access factors for enemies as well as offenders are the very first flooring doors and windows. To make the residence more secure, start by making all entryways more powerful.

The Details

  1) Door Clubs

  – These devices link the door knob side of the door to the flooring. The drawbacks to this system are that it has to be by hand secured after shutting the door and can not be opened from the exterior. Nonetheless, when in position, the door club makes it nearly difficult to kick through the door. Any type of attacker would need to break the door down to get in.

2) Padlock the Garage Door.

  – Garage doors are relatively easy to break through, especially aluminum. By placing a bike lock or a weapon lock through the openings in the track, right over one of the wheels, you prevent them from lifting the door, even if they get the lock out.

3) Plant Hedges.

  – A ten-foot tall cement wall in front of your house might assist protect it, but it would be a bit noticeable. Any individual that saw it would question what you had inside your house to warrant that degree of security. A hedge of thorny bushes is practically as effective an obstacle as well as looks far better too. Any burglars will certainly attempt and avoid the bush to climb over your entrance instead. While that could not maintain them out, it at least puts them right in front of your door, where it is easy for you to challenge them.

4) Replace Hinge Screws.

  The screws holding the front door hinges are only around 3/4 inch long as well as simply go into the wood door frame. That’s not extremely much safety.

5) Replace Sliding Glass Doors.

  – Gliding glass patio doors are the least secure put on any type of home. They are typically concealed in the rear of your house, where outsiders can not see what any assaulter could be doing. The door might be tough to pop off its track, yet all it takes is a rock or hammer to transform that door right into a heap of damaged glass. Your best choice is to install a normal access door as well as use the safety and security measures discussed over.

6) Security Door Strikers.

  – The steel demonstrator plate is small and also just mounted right into the door framework. By changing the typical demonstrator plate with a safety striker plate, which can be 12 inches to 60 inches long, the pressure of the kick is spread out over a larger area, making it harder to damage via the door.

7) Window Security Bars.

  – Like the gliding glass door, home windows are easy to appear if the assaulter does not care about busted glass. The best solution for this is to install protection bars. Benches attach to the brick or siding of the residence. While it would certainly be feasible to get them off by hooking a chain to a truck, they make it difficult to easily break in with a home window.

8) Window Security Film.

  – If you don’t like the idea of putting burglar bars over your windows, cover the inside of them with safety movie. This generally has to be set up by an expert installer, however because this preventative measure protects the home window from damaging, it’s well worth the effort. A trespasser would certainly have to extra pound on the window with a hammer to get it to break.

The Bottom Line

To effectively safeguard your residence, you need to stop considering keeping a cat burglar out and also start considering how to combat off a mad crowd. The thief will most likely do everything they can to get in without standing out, whereas a crowd of ten hungry people will not respect attracting attention. They will act that the cat burglar would never think of attempting.

With that in mind, protect your house by making it hard sufficient to break inside to inhibit them as well as to offer you time to respond. Also a minute will certainly provide you enough time to order your firearms and prepare to push back boarders. You’ll be able to discourage them much more efficiently than your locked door when you’re ready.

  These tools link the door knob side of the door to the floor. Once in place, the door club makes it virtually impossible to kick through the door. The screws holding the front door hinges are only around 3/4 inch long as well as simply go into the wood door frame. The door may be difficult to stand out off its track, but all it takes is a rock or hammer to turn that door right into a pile of busted glass. By changing the regular demonstrator plate with a safety and security demonstrator plate, which can be 12 inches to 60 inches long, the force of the kick is spread over a larger location, making it more challenging to damage via the door.

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Even worse than that, the traditional wisdom that is passed off as “house security advice” is just about pointless. Why, you can kick the ordinary front door with a deadbolt broad open!

The problem is that most residence security measures do not take into consideration a figured out attack by armed adversaries. All they do is maintain out individuals that desire to silently slip right into your home.

The most usual access factors for enemies as well as offenders are the very first flooring doors and windows. To make the residence more secure, start by making all entryways more powerful.

The Details

  1) Door Clubs

  – These devices link the door knob side of the door to the flooring. The drawbacks to this system are that it has to be by hand secured after shutting the door and can not be opened from the exterior. Nonetheless, when in position, the door club makes it nearly difficult to kick through the door. Any type of attacker would need to break the door down to get in.

2) Padlock the Garage Door.

  – Garage doors are relatively easy to break through, especially aluminum. By placing a bike lock or a weapon lock through the openings in the track, right over one of the wheels, you prevent them from lifting the door, even if they get the lock out.

3) Plant Hedges.

  – A ten-foot tall cement wall in front of your house might assist protect it, but it would be a bit noticeable. Any individual that saw it would question what you had inside your house to warrant that degree of security. A hedge of thorny bushes is practically as effective an obstacle as well as looks far better too. Any burglars will certainly attempt and avoid the bush to climb over your entrance instead. While that could not maintain them out, it at least puts them right in front of your door, where it is easy for you to challenge them.

4) Replace Hinge Screws.

  The screws holding the front door hinges are only around 3/4 inch long as well as simply go into the wood door frame. That’s not extremely much safety.

5) Replace Sliding Glass Doors.

  – Gliding glass patio doors are the least secure put on any type of home. They are typically concealed in the rear of your house, where outsiders can not see what any assaulter could be doing. The door might be tough to pop off its track, yet all it takes is a rock or hammer to transform that door right into a heap of damaged glass. Your best choice is to install a normal access door as well as use the safety and security measures discussed over.

6) Security Door Strikers.

  – The steel demonstrator plate is small and also just mounted right into the door framework. By changing the typical demonstrator plate with a safety striker plate, which can be 12 inches to 60 inches long, the pressure of the kick is spread out over a larger area, making it harder to damage via the door.

7) Window Security Bars.

  – Like the gliding glass door, home windows are easy to appear if the assaulter does not care about busted glass. The best solution for this is to install protection bars. Benches attach to the brick or siding of the residence. While it would certainly be feasible to get them off by hooking a chain to a truck, they make it difficult to easily break in with a home window.

8) Window Security Film.

  – If you don’t like the idea of putting burglar bars over your windows, cover the inside of them with safety movie. This generally has to be set up by an expert installer, however because this preventative measure protects the home window from damaging, it’s well worth the effort. A trespasser would certainly have to extra pound on the window with a hammer to get it to break.

The Bottom Line

To effectively safeguard your residence, you need to stop considering keeping a cat burglar out and also start considering how to combat off a mad crowd. The thief will most likely do everything they can to get in without standing out, whereas a crowd of ten hungry people will not respect attracting attention. They will act that the cat burglar would never think of attempting.

With that in mind, protect your house by making it hard sufficient to break inside to inhibit them as well as to offer you time to respond. Also a minute will certainly provide you enough time to order your firearms and prepare to push back boarders. You’ll be able to discourage them much more efficiently than your locked door when you’re ready.

  These tools link the door knob side of the door to the floor. Once in place, the door club makes it virtually impossible to kick through the door. The screws holding the front door hinges are only around 3/4 inch long as well as simply go into the wood door frame. The door may be difficult to stand out off its track, but all it takes is a rock or hammer to turn that door right into a pile of busted glass. By changing the regular demonstrator plate with a safety and security demonstrator plate, which can be 12 inches to 60 inches long, the force of the kick is spread over a larger location, making it more challenging to damage via the door.

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Is Ixalan is the set Blue has been waiting for?

Let’s be clear, I mostly can’t stand Standard. But that said, as someone who actively follows Magic, I can’t really avoid it either. It’s always a topic of conversation, particularly as it has a very real impact on card prices. 

The one thing about Standard that I really love to follow is actually exactly the reason I don’t play it: The shifting metagame. I really love the fact that I can unpack a Commander deck that I haven’t touched in 9 months, maybe swap out one or two cards, and it plays just fine. In Standard, 6-9 months means your deck probably doesn’t exist anymore. This is why Limited is the way I tend to play most actively with Standard sets.

That said, it’s endlessly fascinating to observe the shifting metagame and make predictions about what might happen. It’s one of the most intriguing and engrossing parts of Magic culture, and I absolutely love discussing it with friends. Usually as we play Commander.

When it comes to Standard, Blue (now and forever the best color) has had a rough go of things. They intentionally weakened the color when Baby Jace was around, since they worried he’d make the color too dominant, and it never really recovered, save a brief glorious moment when Mono-Blue Prison was a deck in Shadows Over Innistrad Standard.

But Ixalan preview season is offering up some really promising pieces that make me think it might be time for Blue to stop playing second fiddle and step back into the spotlight.

This was the preview that inspired me to write this article. Spell Pierce is one of the best one mana counters ever printed. When a card that sees Modern play is reprinted in a Standard set, you can pretty much guarantee it will make waves (pun intentional) in the Standard format. The last time we had a card similar to this was Stubborn Denial from Khans, and that saw a good amount of play in its day. I’m stoked for good Blue counters to be a thing again!

Oh, the one mana Blue Cantrip. These cards have been the glue of Blue Control & Combo decks since the beginning of the game. While Opt is no Preordain or Serum Visions, the fact that I can even bring it up in the same sentence is promising for Standard. Also, Instant speed is real and shouldn’t be discounted. I definitely expect this guy to be played. 

Nice to have it in updated borders and new art as well!

I already talked a little bit about sexy Jace, though mostly how his sudden development of pecs and biceps give me life.

But really, 3 mana planeswalkers are no joke. Even though his abilities don’t look that strong, there’s a lot of potential here. Frank Karsten already brewed up a concoction that has the potential to ultimate Jace & land 16 power on the board turn 4, using Anointed Procession to get you not only extra copies of your Illusions, but extra copies of your Jace planeswalker tokens as well!

Even if a crazy brew like that doesn’t work, including him in a Pirates build with Skyship Plunderer has real potential to fuck up someone’s day. 

And isn’t that what this is all about? Truly?

As of now, Daring Saboteur is probably the best Blue creature that has been previewed. Also, Synergy with Amnesia Jace much? I can definitely see an aggressive Blue pirates deck with this and Skyship Plunderer that just runs through the deck at lightning speed. It’s a shame that Madness is rotating out, since there seems to be a lot of looting, and it would be incredible to cast Welcome to the Fold or Nagging Thoughts off these triggers. Also, Wharf Infiltrator would have been amazing in this build.

River’s Rebuke is a bit hard to evaluate, but I definitely see some potential. The closest comparison card to this is Cyclonic Rift, at least in a 2 player game. Clearly, there are some major differences. Sorcery speed is a huge drawback for this type of effect, and the fact that this doesn’t have the single-target option makes it way less versatile. But Cyclonic Rift is busted, so even though River’s Rebuke is clearly inferior, completely obliterating your opponent’s board is worth discussion. 

That said, there are two big strikes against this card in Standard. The first is Torrential Gearhulk, which competes for Rebuke at the 6 drop spot. Not only that, but the fact that Rebuke can’t be recast with Gearhulk makes it unlikely that they’ll be played in the same deck. The second big strike is Spell Pierce. Reprinting a one mana counter that will basically always counter Rebuke is rough. Still, it’s possible this will find a home.

For Commander, there’s absolutely no doubt that this will see some play in 75% builds. Cyclonic Rift isn’t going anywhere, but some decks will enjoy the bit of redundancy. I’m for one considering it in my Taigam, Ojutai Master build, since casting this with Rebound & hitting two opponents with this is pretty big game.

The last card on the list for today is Entrancing Melody. This may also be a long shot, but Control Magic that is not Enchantment-based has a lot of potential. I especially wonder if there’s a G/U ramp Bounty of the Luxa deck somewhere that would be interested in a card like this. I don’t know, I’m bad at Standard brews, but I couldn’t bring up Blue Control without mentioning this card.

So what do we think? Is Ixalan the set that will bring Blue back to Standard prominence? Or will we need several more sets like this before we get there?

BTW, that stunning art on Entrancing Melody at the top of the post is by the fabulous Winona Nelson, fellow ab aficionado. 

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The idea was, before the nuclear war got going, CIA would spread out and hunker down in major population centers, hide behind the skirts of lots of mommies. When Saddam Hussein does it, he’s using human shields. When CIA does it, that’s different. They are raising the threshold of conflict by making counter-force shade into counter-value, in the argot. The Russians can’t decapitate the government, you see? They would have to kill us all. After the war, so the plan went, CIA would crawl out from under the rubble and take over. The arrangements were quite elaborate, with far-flung hideouts, special grapevines for insiders, experts in post-nuclear stone age skills on call, Soviet-style inter-agency central planning. They made lists of dissenters to put away and elaborate procedures for CIA to choose your rulers. It’s all around you, when you know where to look. Even here in the author’s dispensable backwater there’s a nuclear redoubt, a cut-rate Führer-bunker for the small fry of total war. They dug it into the property of a gentleman farmer of oldest Puritan New England, a thick concrete manhole in a flimsy shed earmarked for minor provincial death merchants, bygone and vain as an Etruscan tomb. Once at one of the larger mountains they hollowed out to hide in – an impregnable eagle’s nest weirdly reminiscent of a high school cafeteria – inner-party CIA spooks let on what scared them most. It sure wasn’t nuclear war. We pored over the minutiae of nuclear tit-for-tat. The RISOP, they called it – two or three thousand of these aimed at all your favorite things. If you’re in one of the bubbles, that means you will be buried under rubble, or sloughing ash that used to be your flesh. These duck-and-cover war plans for the home front inevitably seem silly when you think it through. Who decided to pick a fight with the Russians? You think you can scare them? This is a country that nuked themselves with a 50 megaton warhead just to see what would happen. It didn’t set the atmosphere on fire, that was a relief, but once you’ve tried it, nuclear war is not all that exciting. Nuclear winter takes all the fun out of it. It’s one thing to make people grow potatoes and give up coffee for the troops. But if your part is to end up an unscorched shadow on a chunk of concrete or a tottering skeleton shitting blood in a refugee camp, that’s different. It wasn’t just the obvious drawbacks that made the plan implausible. It’s hard to take Armageddon seriously when your enemy loses interest, then ceases to exist. So by 1991 the idea had proved not merely crazy but pointless. But instead of chucking it when the Soviets quit, they gussied it up with contingency plans for everything else they could think of, even far-fetched things like domestic insurrections. I put it down to bureaucratic inertia and jobs for the boys, and went on to the next thing with relief. But COG and COOP remained. It never occurred to me they could knock down a couple of buildings and roll it all out. What a dupe, eh? I should have seen it coming – I browsed the safes like they were bookshops and poked my nose shamelessly into other people’s compartments, especially abroad, where people gossip more. But bureaucracy is boredom. Having gone off to see the world, I had forgotten all about it by the time we learned what it was for. CIA infiltrated foreign intelligence cutouts into our country, repeatedly rescuing them as they skulked conspicuously into hopeless pickles. In the Riyadh CIA station, John Brennan declined to inquire about these outlandish picaros, lest we hurt some prince’s feelings, as Cofer Black ran around furiously barking up the wrong tree. CIA moles arranged a distracting commotion of exercises and put some befuddled cub scout in charge of the national military command center. Then came a puzzling series of spectacles. Planes crashed and missed the crater or just disappeared. Intact passports and engine nacelles wafted to earth. Israeli mad bombers got caught and sent home with a spanking. Buildings fell down for no reason. Then Donald Rumsfeld called DEFCON3. That made COG official. He dusted off the daft apocalyptic bumf that we churned out. The part where CIA takes over he plopped on the table at Congress and made them rubber-stamp it as the PATRIOT ACT, pixie-dusting the dawdlers with government-issue anthrax. The touchy bits he and Cheney issued as assorted secret decrees. So here we are. Your local CIA fusion center crushes dissent while daring the Russians to nuke them. They pore over your social-media expostulations and rat you out to the police for your despondent fits of pique. Blackmailed pedophiles and crooks in Congress and the courts grovel to Langley. You can’t have health care or higher education or honest work because they take all the money for spies and police to keep you in control. You don’t need to berate me, I’m thoroughly embarrassed. And to be brutally honest, your subjection’s just a matter of degree. Threescore and seven years ago, your founding fathers, the Dulles brothers and Clark Clifford, brought forth on this continent a new nation, dedicated to the proposition that they’re in charge. They set out new state papers for Americans to live by: the National Security Act and the Central Intelligence Agency Act. They got busy at once. From the new regime’s inception CIA pushed aside your first choice, Taft, for Ike, shot your next president and two unauthorized aspirants, RFK and MLK, framed and ousted your fourth president and replaced him with one of the stooges who covered up their JFK coup, plotted with foreign spies to push out your sixth president, and shot the seventh. CIA then dropped the arms-length pretense and put their own men in the president’s seat: Bush, Clinton, Bush, Obama. CIA Director Bush; Clinton, recruited at Oxford by Cord Meyer; spy brat G.W. Bush; Obama, son of spooks, grandson of spooks, shoehorned into Harvard by Prince Alwaleed, Safari Club associate of the CIA permanent government. And even these loyal cadres know who’s the boss. Kennedy was the last president who didn’t know he was a puppet ruler. And they didn’t give their puppets much rope between purges, either. When Truman and Congress denied the DCI authority for covert action, CIA ignored them and got to work knocking over free-world allies. When Eisenhower acted on his plan for global peace, CIA trundled a C-118 full of infuriating war plans past the waiting ack-ack guns in Soviet airspace, then, right before the triumphal disarmament summit they sheepishly crashed a U-2 at Khrushchev’s feet. CIA invaded Cuba with a doomed army of plucky imbeciles so Kennedy would have to save them. They whacked every hornet’s nest in Indochina and blamed the Pentagon when all was lost. They thought they ran the UN, too. When Dag Hammarskjold tried to negotiate an end to war in Congo, CIA shot him out of the sky. Along the way CIA picked off an assortment of lesser gadflies here at home. They took control1 of the press to keep it down to a dull roar. With in-house CIA figureheads warming the President’s seat, CIA started blowing us up. CIA moles in FBI pressed provocateurs into service. They set the provocateurs provoking each other to a frenzy till something blew up, then picked the dumbest one to hold the bag. They blew up Oklahoma City. They blew up the World Trade Center, twice. They blew up the Boston Marathon.2 Why? To scare you. To make you hold still for more draconian secret laws. And all the while they primped their internal security Gestapo, COG. COG was the great endeavor of the postwar era, bigger than any war or moon shot. 9/11 was the real Manhattan Project. It had its origins in the total war of WWII, which spawned a new military function called CAMG: Civil Affairs and Military Government. Bringing conquered populations to heel. Repentant CIA mole Fletcher Prouty related how CIA took it over from the military and metastasized it from a mop-up operation to an all-purpose template for taking over, over there or over here. The Bomb gave the concept a shot in the arm. Top Secret nuclear war plans left some un-nuked nooks and crannies for post-apocalyptic invasion. As soon as the rubble stopped bouncing in Russia, US administrators were to go to those enclaves and pen up the desperate survivors. They would dole out cans of US soy oil or cheese blocks or flour and crush signs of resistance. They would hand the new autocracy off to grateful collaborators they’d tipped to run to the safe zones. As nuclear arsenals burgeoned to ecocidal absurdity, military government went from strength to strength. It wasn’t military any more, it was strictly CIA, and it wasn’t government any more, it was a reign of terror based on murder, torture, and disappearance. The object was to decapitate independent civil society and crush resistance to CIA’s chosen puppets. CIA scaled its grandiose A-war plans back to gingerly counterinsurgency wars in Indochina, and scaled its CAMG up to the Phoenix Program. Secret Agent Frank Snepp told us all about it. Then CIA handed the wars off to foreigners to fight among themselves, siccing favored strongmen on dissenters and reformers. CAMG reappeared as Operation Condor. This freed CIA to focus on refinements of murder and torture, and to top up covert budgets with criminal enterprise. Secret Agent Philip Agee wrote about it. Journalist Gary Webb wrote about it too, till he shot himself twice in the head (Yes, that’s improbable. That’s the point.) CIA put the finishing touches on the USA’s CAMG regime. In the end, the only conquered population they could bring to heel was us. They lowered the threshold of apocalypse from thermonuclear war to the bumbling hurricane response of Katrina to peaceable assemblies of citizens to the Boston Marathon clown show. Rear guards of 4-Fs in soldier suits corralled peaceniks in Washington, lobbed bottles into crowds and shot displaced victims for sport in New Orleans, tortured Occupy hippies, and shambled through counterinsurgency marches in supine Boston neighborhoods. Sounds crazy, I know. But this is from the horses’ mouth. CIA gives you a reading list when they recruit you: Prouty, Agee, Snepp. They want to be sure you understand the line of work you’re getting into. Prouty’s book vanished off the shelves, Agee lived and died on the run, CIA sued and beggared Snepp. But their disgruntlement was not in vain. That’s how you learn the ropes when you sign on to rule the USA. Those books are not for Joe Blow. You did not read them in grade-school civics. It takes a foreigner to spell it out for you, like the exquisitely tactful Vladimir Putin. “The force of the United States bureaucracy is very great. And there are many facts that are not visible to the candidates until they become President. And the moment one gets to real work, he or she feels the burden.” He calls it the bureaucracy but it’s perfectly clear what he means. Among all the predatory corporate kleptocrats tearing strips off your prostrate form, mobbed-up bankers and genocidal opioid manufacturers and pipeline Pinkertons, Who is to arbitrate? The people with impunity, of course. The ones who can torture you or murder you and get away with it. That’s CIA. They delegate a lot, but they make sure it all gets done. Secretary of State Robert Lansing set out the US view of state sovereignty: “the essence of sovereignty is the absence of responsibility.” You are sovereign only if you can do whatever you want and get away with it. And who in America is sovereign in this sense, wielding absolute Sun King power of life and death for almost seven decades now? CIA. L’état, c’est les. The rest of the world directly contradicts the US concept of absolute sovereignty. As UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon put it, “Sovereignty is responsibility.” Tell that to CIA. They got their official impunity at the outset, in the Central Intelligence Agency Act, which put CIA business out of reach of any court. That proved a bit too blatant so they papered it over with a confidential gentleman’s agreement: the Rogers-Houston MOU. It gave the CIA director a Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free card. The CIA director can withhold his crimes from referral to the Justice Department. Other CIA red tape made their corpus delicti secret. The Intelligence Identities Protection Act lets you talk about the crimes as long as the criminals are not named – except that the operational files exemption lets the CIA director hide all the evidence, too. Judicial ‘political questions’ doctrine returns CIA to its original untouchable status when the beans get spilled. Once Congress has condoned CIA crimes out of blackmail, intimidation, or cowardice, however tacitly or vaguely, the courts don’t dare touch it. Prouty, Agee, and Snepp are not flukes. Repentant spooks continue to pop up, augmenting and curating the overwhelming evidence of CIA crime. The story doesn’t change. It’s not the deep state, or some ideological movement, neocons, realists, liberal interventionists. When the same message issues from different bureaucracies, it’s hard to resist the urge to coin a phrase to cover the war propagandists chorusing at State, the Pentagon, Treasury, FBI, and DHS. The war party. The permanent government. The New World Order… Call it what it is: the CIA. Prouty tells us that CIA’s deepest-cover agents are the domestic ones in our own government. Decentralized with cutouts and proprietaries and focal points; hidden in executive billets with secret contractors for skilled or dirty work; plotting in Safari Clubs with foreign secret services who harbor each others’ agents. Even the most perceptive observers can be distracted by CIA’s diffuse domestic infiltration: CIA spies3 and auxiliaries planted throughout all levels of government and civil society. If a sobered-up Tail-Gunner Joe revived to root them out his list wouldn’t number 205, it would run into the tens of thousands. It’s hard to take, I know. Can’t you feel the imbued itch to recite the comforting pejorative, ‘Conspiracy Theory!?’ CIA propounded that for you, in memo 1035-960. It soothes you when your first-world self image gets threatened by stray facts. It’s a fervent two-word prayer, an Our Father to imaginary benevolent authorities who will protect you. It can take years of confusion and anguish to lose your only faith. But by the time we’ve come to terms with this state of affairs, it will be over. The CIA regime will have fallen. The world is fed up. If in the last dark age Romans became Europeans, in this dark age, with luck, we’ll see Americans become humans. How that can happen is out of scope for this report, as the bureaucrats say. But as CIA subjects Americans to COG rule, the world is curbing and crippling CIA. The outside world – the 96 per cent of humanity not under CIA’s thumb – has decided that CIA’s impunity must end. CIA’s own functionaries are disgusted. Project Mockingbird can’t hide the sound of all the chickens coming home to roost. There is an intriguing whiff of panic from congressional attempts to designate Wikileaks an enemy when Wikileaks is the least of their problems. The sea change is explained in the prior broadsides linked below but it’s a long story with lots of tedious detail and creeping link rot. I’ll sum it up the next time we see ripples from this submerged feeding frenzy. When the USA goes the way of the USSR and the propaganda is dispelled, they won’t call this corporate snake pit America, they’ll call it Langley. Even if the nation stays in one piece, we’ll need to qualify the country with the state. There’s Germany, and then there’s Nazi Germany. The perfectly good land mass we call America is not to be confused with CIA America. That was Nixon’s nightmare of war without end.4 Now we’re all awake. * “PAO has relationships with reporters from every major wire service, newspaper, news weekly, and television network in the nation.” Big stories they manage directly. * Foreign intelligence asset Emad Salem taped himself reporting government participation in the WTC bombing and testified that the government stopped Salem from thwarting the plot. The government protected foreign intelligence asset Andreas Strassmeir and obstructed investigation of the OKC bombing. The government controlled accused Boston bomber Tamerlan Tsarnaev and the highly anomalous crime scene. * “Officer” Tom Gerard is a typical example: he has authority to abuse and foreign spymasters to blame if he gets caught. But his big boss is CIA. These are the real spies. They’re not in exotic locales. They’re here at home spying on you. * Nixon’s allusion to CIA crimes in a television interview on January 4, 1971, quoted in L. Fletcher Prouty, The Secret Team. http://clubof.info/