#and wasn’t hope’s peak literally created to observe those

[nite-puff]

The danganronpa writers really created a character who was the complete antithesis to hope’s peak and some major characters in later games only to pretty much play him for laughs and then kill him off early.

silly little man. representing the very thing the evil organization stood against and actively tried to prove wrong. and yet was still invited to be a part of their school. only to die. silly taka.

[bang-fantansies]

Yandere! God Profile - Taehyung

Human Amongst Gods [TEASER] - upcoming fic

Warnings: Suicidal! Taehyung, suicide attempt, mentions of anxiety, mentions of emotional numbness, mentions of death, mentions of afterlife, extreme isolation and loneliness, mythical creatures (imps).

I did my best to include any triggering topics mentioned in this post, but if you see any more potentially sensitive topics I may have missed, please let me know!

This does not represent Bangtan as people or a business, nor does it represent anyone/anything associated with them. This is purely fictional and was made for entertainment purposes only; not to slander anyone or any company.

Name: Kim Taehyung Occupation: God of Death

Taehyung had never had a life, so to speak.

On the contrary, he’d only ever known the fringes of it - the last whisper it would emit before being snuffed out. By him.

So was his purpose as he was hailed as the God of Death.

A title that comes with great power, Taehyung would soon discover.

But with such great power comes an even greater loneliness.

After all, most other gods from galaxies over knew of his reputation, and how to stay away from him if they wished to avoid an untimely death at the simple touch of his hands.

The same for mortals, he’d found.

Day in and day out, he’d sit at the sides of thousands of mortals, watching their soul drain from their body and take his arm as he guided them to their destination.

And every time he did so, he’d feel a sense of malice spike in the back of his mind.

He knew that mortals were released from their duty to wander the Universe a lost soul.

So why not him?

Or, at least, a companion to travel without him: to smile at him without fear in their eyes, to touch him without their body trembling.

But such a fantasy had never come to pass.

Not yet, at least.

And after being exiled from most areas of the Universe for all his life, Taehyung had accepted his fate as a dealer of death. The responsibility of cataloguing and distributing death throughout the Universe was a mighty job, after all.

So much so that he’d employed underlings - impish little beings - to bear the brunt of the work for him.

To release and record all the souls they’d freed that day.

And when all was said and done and his office imps went home for the day, he realised something.

He wasn’t going anywhere.

Even his subordinates had families and homes to go to, but he had nothing.

He just existed for the convenience of the Universe - to maintain the balance that allowed it to live on.

And so here he stood - before a window of a wall overlooking an empty planet he inhabited and used for his work.

The land was filled with office buildings identical to his own, stretching as far as the eye could see; a field of concrete.

Each building housed a thousand or so imps, all working to keep up with the ever-increasing demand of death records that required filing and uploading to the System.

And Taehyung looked upon them as he would his own children.

They were the only company he had. And even then his workers had never actually seen him, for he spent his days cooped up in his office or out harvesting lives.

This was for their benefit, of course. Hellish creatures like them were not immune to Taehyung’s touch.

No-one was.

Taehyung’s reflection gazed back at him, the buildings taking a backseat as it came to focus on the stranger before him.

With so little experience and so little identity, would the Universe really collapse without his effort?

Would anything change if he were to...disappear?

Taehyung oftentimes found himself wondering such a concept in the few spare minutes the day held for him, but before a decision could come to fruition, he was called say to a far-off galaxy to harvest the lives of the ready-to-depart.

Taehyung bit his lip and glanced back into the confines of his office.

Red carpet, four walls of sheer darkness, all glass yet revealing nothing but darkness.

There were no achievements to be held on shelves or written in history books.

The only thing to be written in books about Taehyung were the deaths he’d orchestrated and recorded himself.

He literally had nothing to show for his life, despite having existed for many thousands of years.

Taehyung stuck one hand in a pocket of his suit, raising his other before the glass and making a swiping motion before it.

The glass vanished, simply fading from existence, allowing the frozen winds of Taehyung’s planet to invade the office.

Eyes half-lidded, taehyung peered over the edge.

Nothing but a straight drop for miles.

Taehyung knew what death entailed for mortals, but for gods, he had no idea.

No god had ever shown signs of having reached another place after death, which was a good incentive for other gods to avoid Taehyung.

The fear of the unknown bound them to their current existence, making them claw at any chance of survival they could reach when faced with dire circumstances.

With this in mind, Taehyung continued to lean over the ledge, gazing down into the pits of the desolate city.

The promises of the cycle of isolation his life had been urged him further.

He took a step forward, tips of his shoes peaking over the ledge.

He could feel the cold intensely, for it pierced his jacket, almost as if trying to push him back into his office.

“You had your chance. Now I get to decide who lives and who dies.”

His voice was carried by the wind, the high altitude ensuring that the message would reach no-one, to become a mere footnote in the grand scheme of things.

A final word to those that had pushed him away - forced him into his own corner and expected him to survive.

A particularly harsh blast of wind made him wobble, though he made an effort to try and keep his balance.

The numbness that came with his profession was lightly pierced by doubt, a flash of anxiety.

The most primal part of him knew this wasn’t the answer to his problems. With any luck, he’d simply become part of the darkness from which he had been plucked to begin with if he actually went through with this.

But even that had to be better than a lifetime of isolation, right?

On shaky legs, Taehyung inched over the edge, keeping his heels firmly planted in the carpet of his office.

He willed his eyes shut, the combination of the iced winds and the anticipation of falling made them flicker - fight - to stay open.

“It’s all over now,” he promised. “No need to fear.”

His own assurances eased his nerves, giving him the last push he’d need to right the wrongs his existence had brought.

The world slowed, Taehyung forcing a leg forwards to hover over the edge.

The frost nipped at his exposed skin as the leg of his trousers could do little to battle the winds.

His balance loosened, causing him to sway back and forth with the grace of an antique rocking horse.

He was so close to freedom.

He could feel himself lighten as the weight of worlds dropped from his shoulders.

But solice was not meant for him.

Not like this.

Behind him, his phone chimed.

It was not the same sound he’d hear when he was notified of another death.

No, this was the unfamiliar tinkling of a bell: a stark contrast to the melancholy hum he’d installed when he was to be called to work.

His ears pricked, so finely tuned to the sound of a knell that this fresh noise frightened him, almost tipping him over the edge.

A quiet part of him begged him to check what it was - anything to get away from the ledge.

The much larger, number half barked at him to hold his ground, stick to his guns and just get this whole ordeal over with.

He knew who to listen to - he knew when he saw the notification he’d find a reason not to carry out his plan.

And despite knowing nothing of the notification or its nature, Taehyung hesitated.

It would be a shame to die a curious man, he thought.

Besides, it was probably nothing important. Then he could spend an eternity in peace without wondering what this sound could mean.

Taehyung brought his leg back in, stumbling away from the ledge.

The prick of anxiety he’d experienced before quietened yet stayed at his side, an accomplice to his survival.

He left the window open, however.

Sighing, he shuffled over to his desk - a deep and dark mahogany - and died his phone lying dead-centre.

With Taehyung’s presence near, thy e screen aprung to action, displaying a notification.

It was a message. Sent from an unknown number.

Taehyung arched an eyebrow and brought the phone close to his face, unlocking it and opening his messages.

His contact list was barren save for this mystery caller.

Aware of this, he had adopted the presumption that it was a nuisance caller.

Though who dared to play jokes on such a deadly force as himself, Taehyung had no idea who would have the balls to even come up with such an idea.

And he checked.

He wanted to know who had jested him before his demise.

The message was blunt, void of courtesy, yet held a string of salvation for Taehyung.

There is another way.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder and out to the sea of buildings .

Had someone seen him?

It wouldn’t be a surprise considering some of the imps were bound to still be at work, though Taehyung’s office was so far above the clouds that he’d assumed no-one would have spotted him.

I can only hope that I’m not too late.

I can help you.

Attached to the second message was a picture of a woman, a halo hanging above her head like a target.

Taehyung’s eyes widened, his breath short.

Pale fingers fumbled for his tie, pulling it loose while he observed the picture further.

He knew that halo.

He’d seen only one other like it in his many thousands of years of life, and even then it wasn’t glowing with life.

It had been while he was visiting a museum dedicated to gods past, and such a relic had appeared in a heavily-guarded display case.

Without its owner to wear it, it was neither as vibrant nor as beautiful as it lay on a satin pillow, merely resembling a circle of bone rather than an ethereal object.

But it’s brilliance enraptured him all the same.

He’d believed it a fable - a legend created to keep him tame and willing to do his job.

A legend of a soul who could withstand Taehyung’s killing touch.

And here he was, seeing it for a second time, in action.

Interested?

Taehyung found himself pausing.

This could just be a trick, he told himself.

But...what if it wasn’t fake?

He requested proof that the image was real.

The response was clear cut and blunt.

I can take you to her.

Taehyung glanced over his shoulder again, paranoia projecting shadows in the corners of his vision.

Still, nothing but the open window.

He glanced back down at his phone.

What did he have to lose?

All right.

Take me to her.

I will. The stranger typed.

But first, I need you to do something for me.

I don’t own the pictures used in the moodboard, but I edited the moodboard myself.

[nafeary]

Napoleon, Theo, Dazai, and Jean reacting to College Student!MC Stressed by Deadlines

Requested by @hqissodelicate:

hey toni boo, sara/delicateikemenmemes here ❤ i've been Going Through It with school 😔 so i was thinking of how my boos napoleon, theo, dazai & jean would react to MC who's a (stressed, exhausted) student who got yeeted to the mansion in the midst of a bunch of deadlines? thank you boo & i hope you're drinking your water 💙😤

✧✎ A/N: I’m sorry it took me this long to finish... but this was super fun to write and it helped me get back into writing after such a long break due to school bs. I’m not too satisfied with Dazai’a and the haphazard scenario/headcanons mush, but I still quite like this I think. Thank you for the request dear! Take care and drink water, everyone!

Warnings: Stress and mild mentions of anxiety, and like one mention of sexual intercourse

Napoleon Bonaparte

“You’re just a chore, after all.”

You whirled around. “Don’t act like your job is going to be that hard,” you could only scoff in annoyance, “I’m going to be inside my room all day, anyway.”

At first, Napoleon was slightly confused by your statement. Wouldn’t you want to explore this new world at all? But according to code, he’d just smirk and go (sleep) do smth

And true to your statement, you did stay inside your room for the most part

It’s not like your quadrillion essays would write themselves

It’s not like your college would just excuse your tardiness

It’s not like—

“Nunuche, you sure you don’t need a break from... whatever you’re doing?”

Napoleon was quite suddenly standing besides you, trying to read the mess that you’ve created.

“And who gave you permission to enter?”

“Me, obviously. I did have the impression that you were in danger, judging from the amount of curses I perceived.”

You could have died from embarrassment. Of course he had to hear your yells of frustration, stemming from the fact that your laptop was out of order, that you had no idea how to use ink properly, and—

“Have you realised that you regularly zone out?”

“I suppose? But if you wouldn’t mind, I really need to finish...” you trailed off, gesturing to the papers in front of you.

However, at his inquisitive gaze, you decided to explain that these were essays that could very well decide how you’d pass university, and, upon further inquiry, elaborated how a modern student’s life looked like

He never interrupted you unnecessarily, only to ask questions when a concept was too modern for him to comprehend

Your cursed assignments certainly made your life in the past harder to enjoy, but it also brought you and the emperor closer than ever

Unable to access the internet—or visit the college library—you had no proper sources for you references (considering that Comte’s library had no modern content, naturally)

You also didn’t want to bother Sebastian, especially since him and Comte had shown so much understanding for your peril that they practically forbid you from helping him out around the mansion

Their reasoning didn’t make you feel less bad though

Hence, you only had one option left that could complete your last essay

Which oh-so conveniently encompasses the Napoleonic Wars, something you truly did not want to burden him with

“Napoleon? Remember those essays that I have to finish for my university courses?”

“Of course.”

You were twiddling your thumbs, contemplating whether your grades are worth revisiting unpleasant memories, aka the taboo of the mansion

Abruptly, he grabbed your cheeks with just enough force to turn you away from looking at your feet, but not enough to inflict pain. “If there is anything I can help you with, I’d never shy away from it.”

Begrudgingly, you inquired him about his reign with as little focus on the gruesome details as possible your professor be damned

And holy shit, he’s amazing at writing? And Not just cringey love letters? Panty Sniffer Napoleon brrrrr

As you grew closer, he’s spoil you with vitamin-rich snacks (going as far as asking Arthur and Sebastian for medical advice)

He enjoys carving cute shapes out of fruits and eggs because he knows that their and his adorable presence will prompt the perfect amount of distraction to allow a small moment of rest

Says that it’s his duty as your guard and boyfriend to take care of your overworking habits

Expect frequent complaints from your beau, ranging from “how could they assign so many essays? Aren’t students just humans, too?” to “‘Reasons Why Edison Is Better Than Newton’? Do they even know what they’re talking about? Tch!”

Theodorus Van Gogh

You gleefully indulged in his charades for the first few days. They were a welcome distraction from your college work, after all

But the procrastination was accompanied by guilt, your anxiety building up every second you spent helping Sebastian with the chores, and gallivanting around town with Theo

A week passed before your sense of responsibility finally kicked in. So when Sebas came to wake you up just as the sun peaked past the horizon, you were already scribbling away on some sheets you’d found in your drawers

“Ah, good morning, Sebastian-san.”

“Good morning... what are you writing, if I may ask?”

“Just some essays for my college courses...” you said, glancing dejectedly at your notes.

Now that you didn’t have access to the internet, and your laptop’s battery was all used up, it made your work all the more tedious, but you had to set your teeth and do this.

“Give me 10 minutes, and I’ll join you in the kitchen.”

He had wanted to argue, but you didn’t let him. And when he saw you leaving the house with Theo later in the afternoon, he could only shake his head.

You felt like you owed the art dealer, especially since you blurted out his secret the literal next moment, so you committed to helping him while also keeping up with your work

Although, him calling you dog wasn’t nice either—even though, according to Sebas’ explanation, Hondje wasn’t exactly the equivalent to mutt

That cycle continued for days. Helping out around the mansion, getting pulled around by Theo, and writing your essays deep into the night

Not to mention all the worries that pressured your shoulders further and further into the ground

You were missing so many group project deadlines, disappointing people that relied on you... it was safe to say that sleep did not come easy, if barely

Just before you arrived at your room after a late night art exhibit did your body decide to fail you, tripping over nothing multiple times.

It prompted Theo to call you out before you could even think of rushing past the door, steadying you with a hand more gentle than you had ever experienced it to be.

“Sebas informed me that you’ve been working yourself to death.”

You silently cursed the butler. “I haven’t—“

“Give me your laptop.”

Perplexion ran across your mien, wondering how he could possibly have remembered such a modern detail from your countless rambles. “It’s batt— it doesn’t work right now, so it’s not like it would stop me from working.”

Arguing with the devil was a mistake.

He snaked his arms around you, holding the door handle in place with one hand while the other still kept you upright. “I don’t care whether you work or not, I’m not your mother. And regardless of its abilities, hand it over, knabbletje.”

What other choice did you have but to comply?

He ordered—yes, ordered—you to go to bed right that instant

If you hesistanly ask him to do the same (we all know what a hard worker he is), he’ll just press a guileless kiss to your forehand, telling you not to worry about him

The next morning, you were already worrying for your baby’s safety within the sadist’s hands when the devil invited himself into your room

“Ever heard of knocking?”

“Morning to you, too, Hondje.” He sent you an overly handsome smirk, handing you the laptop tucked underneath his arms. “You won’t be able to use that spider web Sebas told me about, but writing should work.”

You stared at Theo in disbelief, all the while internally laughing at him misinterpreting the World Wide Web. Deciding to trust in him, you clicked the power button. And sure enough, it sprang to life. “What... how in the world did you...”

Leo overheard you and Sebas talking about solar energy sometime… hush, just run with it

He fell into the seat next to you, propping his chin upon his fist. “I didn’t do anything. Just asked Sebas whether there was a way for you to use this. Leonardo took notice and tinkered around with it. Don’t ask—ah!”

You threw your arms around his shoulders, pressing your face into the crook of his neck. “Thank you for taking care of me, Theo.”

Would you have lifted your face, then you’d have caught a glimpse of the vermillion shading his cheeks. “I didn’t do it to help you. I simply can’t risk having you become a liability at work. That’s all.”

Anyway, tsundere tendencies aside, you know what another big factor of dating Theo is?

King if you’re not allergic, understandably, if so, he’ll change his clothes before even thinking of visiting you

On days that you decide to be especially stubborn, he pulls you outside, all the whilst whistling for the jolly golden retriever

And as soon as he comes running, your mind goes brrrrr cute dog

Although, he’ll try his best not to distract you from work. He knows from personal experience that it’s a much bigger annoyance than help

Thus, he’ll certainly use his connections and amiable rip Shakes relationships with the residents to help you out with the research process

Also, with his superior memory, he knows what generally makes you happy and relaxed, so he’ll be his usual observant self to decipher just what would help you perfectly relax/finish your work

Hardworking boi, please love him

Dazai Osamu

Dazai is the type of person that doesn’t mind upsetting people and risking someone’s disdain if it supports that person in the long run

And he’s able to read people like books, so it shouldn’t be surprising that he knows you’re overwhelmed before you even realize it

You’ve been going to sleep too late and waking up too early? He’ll gently force you (if you’re 100% against it, he won’t do it ofc) to sleep beside him, making sure that you won’t rise with the sun for once

You’ve been exposing your wrist to heavy sprain? He’ll teach you some handy-dandy 5 Min Crafts techniques that are guaranteed to send your hands on a vacation

You've been suffering from writer’s block? Time to go on a lovely stroll through nature with your boo

Your shoulders and neck are hurting beyond sanity? He swears by hot springs, so the thermae is his go-to for when you need to relive some muscle kinks

He never fails to procure the perfect amount of bubbles and temperature. And depending on how comfortable you are with it, he’ll offer to wash your hair.

And since dude got Disney princess hands, you most probably fall asleep, but our man is there to hold you above the water

His bare thighs are an added bonus, sending your mind into spirals faaaar away from college work

After you’re done bathing, he’ll ask you whether you’d like him to braid your hair (if it’s long enough), and his Disney princess hands will not disappoint

In the beginning, it was incredibly vexing to have a security cam in the form of a handsome man always on the qui vive

But at some point, you started embracing Dazai’s overwhelmingly passive—you knew exactly what he was doing whenever he’d do something random—protectiveness

Especially since it didn’t only help you complete your work; on the contrary, you were always excited to spend time with the Japanese writer

But that didn’t curb your confusion at the whole debacle. Why was he this focused on your well-being?

So, you decided to confront him

“Dazai?” Once again, you were relaxing in his arms, his fingers threading through your hair lulling you into a dreamlike state.

He ticked his head to the side, pulling your entwined hands closer towards his heart. The sun streamed into the run at just the right angle, yet the golden light was not as bright as his vivid citrine orbs.

You sighed, unable to look at his stupid handsome face for too long. ”Why is it that you insist on taking care of me?”

“Someone has to, Toshiko-san.”

You’d have blurted out your feelings if it wasn’t for the sudden embrace you found yourself in. As guileless as it appeared, you knew he was trying to stop you from acting on your thoughts.

Deciding that you didn’t want to pressure him further (after all, you knew that he had a hellish first life), you accepted the unclarity of his feelings—even though his actions spoke loud enough for you to understand.

It was that day that you decided to repay him for all he’s done for you

And you wouldn’t let him yeet himself through a window in an attempt to evade the love sent his way this time

Even if it took decades, you wanted him to feel just as safe and loved as you did in his company

You were glad to have such a caring man by your side who helps you with managing you self care

You could only hope that he’d allow himself to be treated the same way

Please just take our love, boo. We love you

Jean d’Arc

Well fuck, how could he possibly help someone who’s stressed when he himself is a 24/7 McDonalds that only sells Chicken McStress?

Anywho, I feel like he’d be the complete opposite of Dazai when confronted with a stressed MC

He’d care just as much, of course, but he thinks that it would be better to give her space, since he himself understands the desire for solitude well

So yeah, I can see him not going out of his way to check up on you if you weren’t super duper close friends/lovers IF it wasn’t for his friend Napoleon

After all, it was him who gave your boyfriend a lil talk, convincing him that, perhaps even if someone needs space, they probably still need someone to look after them

Living with Jean is basically Ted Talks everyday

Anyway, he embarked on his journey to hopefully help you and and to relieve some stress that was wearing you down (according to the statement of several residents)

And, finding himself halting abruptly, our pessimistic little bean realised that he’s got zero idea what did help you attain bliss

So he opted for the next best option��things he knew that made his friends relax

Plan A

Hearing a few oddly reluctant raps on your door, you went to open it. As soon as you did, the beautiful man who’d captured your heart entered your vision, your eyes finding his amethyst ones immediately.

You two stayed like that for a moments, only breaking eye contact when he sighed and simultaneously thrusted a mug into your hand, already in the process striding back to his own room.

“Uhm… Jean? I’m a bit busy right now, but would you like to come in?”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Don’t you find it inappropriate for a man to enter your room, mademoiselle?”

“Jean,” you giggled at his archaic mindset, gently rubbing your thumb between his brows to even out the crease. “We’ve had sex before, you know. Of course you ca—“

Wrong thing to say. He stormed past you, vermillion cheeks practically leaving a trail.

Chuckling to yourself, you turned to the mug’s contents. “Hm? Hot chocolate?”

Plan B:

“If this doesn’t harbor your discomfort…” Your boyfriend reluctantly stood in your room’s corner, standing straighter than a rod.

Frankly, your essays have kept you entirely too busy, and you longed for the warmth of the French man’s feather-like embrace.

“On the contrary, I enjoy your presence.” And you went right back to scribbling away.

Jean frowned. “Haven’t you been writing stories since this morning?”

“They’re not stories… and, yeah? I believe so.”

Stepping towards your seated form, he extended his hand; you grabbed it without thinking twice. “Is everything alrig—whoa!”

With the ease of a seasoned soldier, he picked you up before haphazardly tugging you into bed with bewilderment maring your features. “You should sleep.”

“—what?”

He stared at you blankly, as if expecting you to fall into the land of dreams right that instant.

“Did something prompt,” you slipped your arms out from underneath the duvets, gesturing wildly, “this?”

It was hard to be upset with Jean, his clueless but genuine persona the reason why you fell for him, yet you couldn’t disguise the irritation coursing through your veins—you had work to return to, after all.

“I think you need to rest, mademoiselle.”

Your blinking made him avert his eyes, explaining quietly, “I am uncertain what supports your release of tension, so I thought that perhaps sleeping could help since it certainly does show affect with Napoleon.”

“Ah, and you made me hot chocolate since that’s what calms Mozart.”

After internally simping for his soft and wholesome dumbass energy, you pulled him to bed beside you, claiming that it would help you relax (but only after telling him that it was okay for him to ask for your preferences)

And falling asleep to the heartbeat underneath his broad chest is definitely a 5-star-resort vacation

He’d eventually ask his relationship advisor Napoleon whether it is okay to have you help them out with his reading/writing lessons (you

You, alongside Napoleon, steadily agreed, despite knowing that it was a ploy to keep you away from overworking

Please also love this boy, thanks

Tag List of the most wonderful sweethearts (just message me if you’d like to be added <3): @juminly @kisara-16 @sweetlittlemouse @thesirenwashere @nad-zeta @delicateikemenmemes

[serendipityunho]

𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨

↳ 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬

what could go wrong with agreeing to wear these ridiculous panties with a control system on a phone? so many things. but was it worth it? absolutely.

𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠: 

oh lord what a night you had gotten yourself in, hongjoong is the biggest tease. he’d absolutely enjoy watching you squirm in your seat with that signature smirk of his. you thought the only suffering was coming from the panties? you thought wrong. 

hongjoong will not hesitate to take the extra mile to have you cumming in your seat at least once, raising the sensitivity every time a member at the table struck a conversation with you. heck, he’d even slide a finger or two up there. hongjoong would slide his hand up and down your thigh before resting it completely at the lining of your panties underneath your skirt.

but, he’d make sure to turn down the sensitivity as he pressed two fingers against your clit, digging the vibrating material against your sensitive bud of nerves. 

hongjoong would circle his fingers on your clit, making you bite down on your lip to suppress a whimpering moan.

your legs would shut tightly, straightening yourself to make it seem as natural as possible. 

when hongjoong sensed you were about to cum off the vibrating friction against your clit, he’d increase the sensitivity, making your fists ball up and fingers digging into your palms.

after that, he’d turn it off and let you calm down, sliding his hand down to rub your thigh.

“I just want to taste you right here right now”

𝐒𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚: 

it was an instant red flag the moment seonghwa took you out of the house wearing those red lacy vibrating panties underneath your dress.

seonghwa was sadistic enough, teasing you in public and now this? your suffering was his ecstasy and he wanted more.

more to the point of leaving the sensitivity to its maximum level for minutes on end

smirking at your furrowed brows and swollen lips from your bites with a devilish look. 

you couldn’t even walk straight, knees dropping with every few steps you took.

sitting down would only make it worse, it would give seonghwa the opportunity to let his fingers do the dirty work too.

except he’d keep the sensitivity on max level while he finger banged you in some parking lot or bathroom with the material of your vibrating panties just brushing over your throbbing clit.

it was just a walk in the park for him, literally, a walk in the park with you by his side falling weak in the knees as he soaked in the view. 

“Are you having fun, princess? I can give you more”

𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨: 

such an innocent looking smile right? right. 

that innocence is long gone the moment you stepped foot outside your door, just casually strolling down the hallway of your apartment building until yunho decided to send you on a rollercoaster of emotions.

you didn’t realise you’d slipped on the pair of panties he ordered until you turned around to see him smirking at his phone. 

that motherfucker raise the sensitivity bar to the top. 

your legs would shut harshly whenever he changed the levels, making you hissing and whimpering as you clung onto yunho’s arm.

but of course he’d act as innocent as he can. 

yunho knew he had you slipped under your sub-space the moment you quietly moaned at the slightest touch of his fingertips, making him gaze at you with droopy eyes and a snarky smirk. 

both of you didn’t have any patience at all. 

you were quick to locate an isolated area, pushing yunho up against the wall as you made out with him.

his hands spread your ass cheeks apart, making the panties dig deeper against your pussy.

the vibrations sent you crazy, making yunho push forward his leg between yours.

yunho’s thigh would press against the vibrating panties, practically grinding on his thigh standing up. 

“You’re so sexy when you’re needy”

𝐘𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠: 

he’s just having the best time of his life, watching you giggle until he pressed ‘on’

still having the best time of his life watching you whine for more as he kept the sensitivity too low for your liking.

yeosang would be teasing you for begging and touching him up as he controlled the vibrating panties you wore. 

you’d be acting all seductive, trying to gain his attention or make him as horny as you were in hopes to get some sort of relief. 

but yeosang would just pretend like you were acting normally, talking to you normally but with a subtle smirk carved on his cocky face. 

if you were being a good girl and stopped whining, yeosang would raise the sensitivity a little more, making you crave more and more for him.

you wondered how yeosang kept his patience with you and not rip off both of your clothings.

turns out he likes your whining and begging.

when you had enough and resorted to being a brat, he’d push you against the wall, shoving a hand down your panties to shut you up and kiss your lips as he slipped his fingers into you.

“I liked it when you begged. But now you’re getting on my last nerves” 

𝐒𝐚𝐧: 

horny motherfucker doesn’t have the time to tease you.

he’ll use those vibrating panties to help you get off along with his fingers as you wrapped yours around his dick.

okay, maybe he’ll tease you for a little bit in the beginning, but then he’s just like ‘fuck it’ so he’ll pull you on top of his lap and have you grinding on his crotch with your vibrating panties set at a high sensitivity level.

you’re basically in heaven, with his lips kissing every inch of your neck and his hands on your hips to rock you back and forth against his crotch and vibrator digging into your clit.

it didn’t take long for your clothes to hit the floor and him between your legs.

san still had a little bit of patience left in him, lowering his face down to your pussy as he rubbed your clothed clit with his thumb and sensitivity moderately low.

he’d keep your clit covered with the vibrating section, sliding the other bit for his tongue to sink deep into your hole

“Money well spent”

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢: 

if we’re being honest, mingi probably wouldn’t even know how it’d work.

but after experimenting and observing the constant changing expressions on your face, he knew he’d have fun.

it was only sometimes you had the regret of introducing him to vibrating panties.

mingi had the smartest idea to invite the other members over to ‘hang out’

he really just wanted to test your poker face with the sensitivity all the way up

his eyes would turn dark full of lust the moment he saw your sub-space look on your face.

after what seemed like forever, the boys would leave and mingi would snake his arms around your waist, letting his hands drop to your ass and squeeze them before landing a swift kiss on your lips with his leg pushing the vibrator against your clit.

“These things are weird, but I like ‘em” 

𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠: 

the risk of getting caught by another member was thrilling for wooyoung.

especially when the room was dead silent as someone picked a movie, wooyoung would turn the sensitivity right up and cause those vibrating noises. 

it was then you needed to forcefully create a conversation as a distraction from what was happening under the blanket.

you integrated your moans with your chuckles into the conversations as wooyoung stayed silent, watching your every move to try and block out what was happening.

when it got dark, wooyoung slipped a hand under your shorts, slowly rubbing your clit with his fingers flat against it and thumb rubbing your inner thigh.

you were grateful for the blanket covering your bodies otherwise everyone would’ve peaked a glance at what was happening.

you had you bite down on the blanket with your hand underneath it to keep quiet and not draw attention.

wooyoung wasn’t very happy about that, and when he’s not happy with something, he’ll make sure you learn by being petty and not give you any contact, any touch, and any relief.

“Don’t hold back your moans next time”

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨: 

it was just like any other toy he kept for you, only this time he can use it subtly whenever and wherever.

but using it between the two of you was more intimate in his opinion.

it was a very slow makeout session with a low sensitivity, you could definitely feel the love.

it escalated the moment he raised the bar, making you kiss him hungrily and hint for more as the pleasure of the vibrating panties shock-waved through your body.

jongho smirked against the kiss and let one of his hands glide down under your panties, still letting your clit feel the vibrations.

he slipped two fingers into you, pumping them in and out at the pace of the vibrator, making your mind cloud with lust and nothing else.

you rolled your hips slightly, close to cumming and jongho could sense it.

that was when he stopped and slid a hand underneath your shirt and caressing your breasts.

“I want to feel you cum around me”

[magiefish]

hhhhhhhhhh guess who drew all the batim characters in prep for the comic they’re making!

yeah so it took like 4 days to draw all these guys, and it was actually pretty fun figuring out colours and designs and stuff!

(also, update on the Reveries Twisted comic, I have a plan for the first chapter but i have like, 7 tests next week and I haven’t started drawing it yet so it’s definitely not going to be coming out anytime soon sdfgsdfsj but i am still working on it!)

anyway, i felt like writing little descriptions for every character, so feel free to read these below the ‘keep reading’ line if you feel like it! My ask box is also always open, so if u have any questions feel free to ask

Bertrum Piedmont-he/him, gay/ace

-Started working as a mechanic at about 15 and worked his way up from there -Everyone in the studio @ him: why are u british -His big ego often gets in the way of things, but at his core he's a good person (doing bad shit but ultimately having good intentions is common among these guys shdgfs) -Wlw & mlm solidarity w/ Lacie, who is his most trusted confidant and friend -Actually treats his employees well, even when they do basically nothing all day, so he does a lot of work himself most of the time Linda Stein-she/her, straight as a ruler -Parents immigrated from Spain -She's very catholic and very into 'traditional family values' and that sort of stuff -She is sweet, but her strict morals and black and white ethics often make her do unintentional harm -She is also pretty oblivious to most things Jack Fain-he/him & they/them, pan/ace, OCD -Mother immigrated from China to France, and then he moved to America, it's confusing -Can play the violin really well, but is terrible at composing his own pieces -Peak friend material -Short and round and soft with a love of a good espresso -Kind and quiet but ultimately ineffective and happy to watch from the sidelines Daniel 'Buddy' Lewek-he/him, aro/ace, autistic, jewish -He is curious and observant, but very very naive -He finds it hard to pick up on social cues, and tends to daydream a lot -Never really had a father figure, and unfortunately kind of half sees Joey as one (baaaad choice), but his mother is great -Loves drawing and tends to chew on pens (and most objects really) -Too young Susie Campbell-she/her, demi -Her parents were Russian and she picked up their accent, but taught herself how to cover it up. She is now excellent at voice acting. -Has a birthmark most theatres turned her away for. But luckily voice acting gave her another chance at performance, and the music department really does not care about it. -Her dad was a butcher, so she now knows a concerning amount about how to cut up and dissect meat. -She gets easily attached to things emotionally, and has a whole pile of random bits and bops she keeps on her person because she can't throw them away. -Naive, but smart enough to know how to read and deceive people if needed. Ms Abigail Lambert-she/her, lesbian -A very gifted artist, who is quite frustrated with the business aspect of animation. -Picked up quite a few things about engineering from Lacie. -Stern, but kind. Motherly, if she likes you and you squint hard enough. -Used to fighting for things. -Giving her food is a pretty good way to get her to like you. Being an artist, she forgets to eat at the correct times a lot, so a meals always appreciated. Norman Polk-he/him, gay, albino -Knows how to fix things, knows how to fight, knows how to hide -General cool uncle vibes -He watches people a lot, and gives off some creepy vibes, but he does genuinely care about people -Knows something is up and is determined to find out what (even if he dies trying) -Fought in WW1, then worked at a cinema for a bit. Emma Lamont-she/her, heteroflexible -Keep dancing even when everything goes wrong -Bit of a 'i'm better than these fools' mentality going on -But she's pretty chill, and willing to act when needed -Basically every woman in the studio knows her on the basis that she chills in the girls bathroom. -Hates Joey, but knows those who stir up a bit too much trouble usually 'resign' Sammy Lawrence-he/him, (vocal-romantic) bi/ace, ADD -His dad sucked, so he ran away. He's also the reason he's largely abandoned his faith, but he still holds hope that there is some kind of god out there. -He and Jack are basically brothers, they've known each other for a long time. -He can compose music in his head, but can play basically every instrument. -Tall and thin and sharp with a love of black coffee. -He's actually pretty chill and nice, but the conditions of the studio (workload, noises, dreams) have left him quick to snap and a stressed out mess. -He's pretty oblivious to his own feelings and spends basically all his time thinking about music, so he usually only realises that he has a crush on someone if he hears them singing (hence the vocal-romantic joke) Johnny Hart-he/him (she/her), gay (trans), heart condition -A nervous wreck who avoids everything and everyone -Trans but doesn't realise it, he thinks this level of discomfort has something to do with his heart condition or something like that. -Speaking of which, if he gets genuinely terrified or panicked he could have a heart attack. -Hence why he's a recluse who remains in the organ room and interacts w/ literally no one. -Except Dot and Buddy (who forgets he exists and who he also has a crush on). Wally Franks-he/him, pan -Friends with literally everyone who isn't one of the older folks (and thomas) -Honorary member of the music department because he can play a harmonica and vibes with everyone there. -Tries to put a positive spin on everything, often beyond the point of reason -A mischevous, mildly selfish prankster with a heart of gold -Gossip pals with Susie and Norman The Violinist-she/her, nobody knows -Has literally never expressed an emotion ever -Seems to know things are going to happen before they happen -Just generally pretty weird -She isn't friends with Dot, they're both just vaguely interested in what the others doing -She looks a lot like Allison, but the two have never spoken and nobody knows if they're sisters Thomas Connor-they/them, gynephilia -He is just. So tired. -An actual mechanical genius who gets his work used for the wrong purposes. -Is very of the 'when you're on a path stick to it' mentality -Cold and hard exterior that vertually no one except Allison has ever managed to get through. -He can and will beat you up. Henry Stein-he/him, gay, vitiligo -Nice and hardworking. -Doesn't have many emotions other than to draw. -He's in fucking narnia he's so deep in the closest. -Feels emotions, but buries them deep down and doesn't express them too clearly. -Has difficulty setting healthy boundaries with people and represses himself far too much. Joey Drew-he/him, homoromantic/pansexual, bipolar disorder, alcohol and cigarette addictions -Chaotic, feral, short little man who lies to everyone -Charismatic as hell, but also a terrible friend and person in general -He doesn't blink enough, does not know the meaning of personal space, and hasn't aged for about 4 years, which are all very bad signs. -Doesn't understand how to run a business but does so anyway. Doesn't understand how to interact with people but does so anyway. Doesn't understand how to create life but does so anyway- -He isn't pure evil, he just gets into very bad mindsets and makes poor decisions that lead him down the wrongest way to go. -Does some self evaluation and goes 'maybe this wasn't the right way chief :/' just a bit too late Audrey Dempsey-she/her, lesbian, Borderline Personality Disorder -Feral conspiracy theorist -May or may not be related to multiple studio members -Everyone's called her crazy for years and made her feel like a burden, and she is hellbent on proving everyone wrong -Quite socially awkward, and rather sarcastic with a dark sense of humour -Works for Archgate Allison Pendle-she/her & they/them, androphilic/ace -Is forever lost in a vintage clothing store -Most people say she seems nice, but everyone just kind of subconciously registers that there is something up with her -Knows a lot about the supernatural -The person closest to Joey, which doesn't necessarily mean they're friends -Nobody has ever seen the right side of her face Dot Acciaci-she/her, pan -Her parents are Italian, and she speaks a little herself, usually using it to encrypt her private notes -Mischevious & curious, but ultimately kind -She will find out your secrets, and is very good at reading people -Great storyteller -Struggles with loneliness a lot Dr Eleanor Hackenbush-she/her, aro/ace -Science knows no bounds -Doesn't care what your motivation is, as long as you give her some cash and some experiments -Filled with nothing but utter spite Ms Reina Rodriguez-they/them, demi -Tired of everything -Although she puts up a calm exterior, Rodriguez is very attached to the studio and views it as her 'new family', having a terrible relationship with her old one -Her family drama connects to the fact they're very catholic, but she nobody knows what this drama is other than Joey Tessa Arch-she/her, straight -An absolute bitch -Trusts her husband far too much -Not very smart, but compensates for this for being good looking and rich Shawn Flynn-he/him (intersex), pan -Jovial, but gets angry quickly -Willing to do 'wrong' things if it helps someone else out, kind of like Robin Hood or something -His mother taught him how to sew and he helped her make clothes when he was younger -Found it hard to get a job because he's Irish, so despite being tired of all the bullshit of JDS, he is reluctant to look elsewhere -Friends with Lacie and Grant because they appreciate his humour Lacie Benton-She/her, lesbian, trans -Tougher than the toughies -wlw & mlm solidarity w/ Bertrum, who she views as one of the only genuinely smart people in JDS and who she has worked for for basically all of her life -Feels like something is up, but doesn't notice much if it doesn't connect to her work -Has automatophobia -Friend with Shawn and Grant because she respects their dedication to their work Grant Cohen-He/him, bi, depression, jewish -Absolute madlad at maths -Acts like he doesn't care what you think, cares far too much about what you think -Everyone wants him to just get therapy already -Doesn't have many friends, but has a weird 'we're both horribly overworked' kinship with Sammy, so they usually just chill and smoke together -Friends with Shawn and Lacie because they're actually mentally stable and he needs some rocks Nathan Arch-He/him, straight -You should hate him -You should hate him a lot -Super rich and doesn't pay his workers enough -Silver tongued -Basically a spider. Creates webs of manipulation and lies, sees a lot, and knows plenty about waiting for his prey to come to him.

[davidcxrenswet]

“ i can feel you staring at me . ”

It wasn’t the first time he’d been caught just staring at her, and in his defense it wasn’t like it was easy not to stare at her. Something about Mariana Diaz kind of just drew you in — You were forced to watch her as she just crossed a room. That pull was like a force of nature, something beyond Harvey’s control. A gravitational pull. She was the hot and molten core of his earth and he was just a pebble unable to push away from her. She wasn’t easy to ignore and Harvey just couldn’t help but gaze at her every chance he could. It wasn’t like it was a lewd stare — He wasn’t like the other boys in Barton Hollow. He’d made a promise, an internal pact, to never treat her like some object for his own personal pleasure. He would respect her as a woman, and furthermore a woman he cared deeply about. That meant being respectful and decent except in the few scenarios where it allowed for some coy, sensual flirtation. So yes, he did find himself unconsciously staring at her but it was only ever with a look of pure adoration. Most of the time he didn’t even realize he was doing it, not until she commented on it or looked directly back at him and questioned what he was looking at. It was just some unconscious reflex he couldn’t control. When there was a lull in whatever movie they were watching, or if he was reading a boring passage in a book, no matter what the situation Harvey would find his mind —and eye— wandering directly to Mariana, looking gorgeous and completely oblivious to the wonderment and awe in his warm gaze.

That very afternoon they were doing their usual “chill” post-school hang out. It started out with him picking her up from school with a coffee in hand and ended back in his bedroom, close in company while doing something separate. Mariana lounged back against the pillows on his queen sized bed wearing one of his old Lacrosse jerseys and not much else, idly flipping through a magazine while Harvey sat at the foot of the bed with his iPad and a dozen various google search tabs opened on safari. Research… for how to break centuries old blood pacts with demons. The usual stuff. They were mostly silent, not really interacting. Mariana occasionally stopped reading to pull out her phone and respond to messages, messages Harvey pretended to know nothing about. Every time she shifted, the collar of his shirt would move with her, sometimes sliding down over her shoulder so it peaked out from beneath the fabric, teasing him from where he sat at the foot of the bed. Another day he might have taken the moment to crawl over and divert her attention from her phone to his lips, to seize the opportunity and cuddle closer to her. Today was different. He wasn’t thinking about the way her body would feel pressed into his — he did his best not to dwell too hard on that anyway. He wasn’t really thinking much at all. He was going off some other instinct he couldn’t quite name, focusing on her and clearing his mind save for the weird way he was feeling at that moment. In his head it was her and only her, nothing else was really registering. It was almost like an out of body experience, he wasn't really aware of what he was doing or how he was moving. So when Mariana had spoken up, not even bothering to look away from her phone, he was caught completely off guard. How long had he been out of it?

“Oh… sorry, baby,” he’d said dumbly. The grin that followed was small but sheepish, barely enough to form shallow dimples in his cheeks. He almost turned his attention away from her, chastened by being caught observing her, but he didn’t. Instead Harvey just kept his gaze locked onto her, the sheepish grin changing into something softer and unknown as he just watched her some more. Evidently, Mariana knew he was still looking. Soon enough her eyes were on him, a questioning glance in the way she looked back at him. It would normally be enough to cause him to blush and look away, fumbling with his words for a second before recovering with some flirty little something to make the moment seem less awkward. He’d recover with a compliment on her beauty, which was always sincere given that even sitting there in one of his shirts she was still somehow the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen. Or he’d make a joke about her “adorable resting bitch face” or inquire on what she was thinking because he was just burning with curiosity over what her microexpressions meant. Anything. He’d recover with just about anything… But today he was completely lost for words. “It’s just...”

He couldn’t quite describe what was going through his mind as he sat there looking at her; observing the lines of her face, counting the different shades of gold and green and brown that made up her hazel eyes, following the slope of her lips. Committing her face to memory though he’d already known it so well. It had almost felt like he was looking at it for the first time ever, really just looking at it. The more he stared at her, the more he felt this cloudy and heavy feeling inside his mind and chest, one that overwhelmed his every sense. He’d felt dizzy and light and dreamy and soft and nervous and excited all at once. It caused a laugh to bubble up his throat, a low vibrating chuckle that came from deep in his chest. The laugh didn’t quite catch either of them off guard… but the words that accompanied it did. He had no idea what he was about to blurt out, completely lost in that moment and the odd new feelings swirling within him that he had no idea what he was going to say. If he’d had any control in that moment, he’d have stopped it from coming out. This wasn’t how he wanted to present it, this wasn’t how he imagined it happening. And yet, nothing could stop the words from falling out with that soft laughter, low and gentle and yet very much loud enough for them both to hear.

“I love you.”

The moment he’d said those three small words, everything around him seemed to change. Whatever light and airy feeling had possessed him had suddenly lost its fight to gravity. He’d felt literally as if his body had been slammed back down to earth, much like coming down from a daydream. His own words gave him whiplash, left him winded and terrified of the response. His heart had gone from a slow and steady pace to galloping madly within his chest, and suddenly his throat was clenched with anxiety. All at once, the soft and sickly sweet, loving, grin that had formed on his lips had vanished as the inclination of his outburst settled between them. He’d not even given himself much of a chance to decipher her reaction. In the split second between realization and finally tearing his gaze away from her, Harvey could have sworn he saw Mariana’s face blanche in response. Whether it was true or a trick of his mind, that’s not the kind of reaction you hope for after such a reveal.

“That… that wasn’t… that’s not how I wanted to say that,” Harvey sputtered out, burying his face in his hands. He was on his knees at the foot of the bed, just a couple feet away from her and yet he felt miles away. Or perhaps he wished he was. He groaned against the rough skin of his palms before freeing himself from his hiding spot, angling a bright pink face in her direction though not meeting her eyes as he rambled on. “I had a whole thing planned out. I was going to take you somewhere nice, on a proper date, and - and I’ve been taking these Spanish classes, practicing my accent, and I wrote down a whole thing and I was going to surprise you with it, I swear and I-I,” he swallowed, his cheeks dusted in a crimson sheen. Harvey was flustered and embarrassed, shy and insecure. He’d wanted to create a romantic swoon worthy moment of the day he’d declare his feelings for her. Something she could look back on and remember fondly. Not like this. Not while wearing sweatpants and a v neck t-shirt with a light mustard stain on it he had yet to notice. He wanted to give her something she could always look back on with no regrets. But it was too late. He’d said it and he couldn’t take it back.

“What’s it matter anyway? If it was in English or Spanish or at some fancy special place?” He’d finally said. Slowly he crawled towards her, closing the space between them. He’d finally looked at her again and he wasn’t entirely sure what her expression meant. Or maybe he just refused to acknowledge what was plain across her face. “You had to have known how deeply I’ve come to feel for you. I’ve never been good at hiding my feelings, at least not from you. But if it isn’t obvious…. I’m crazy about you. I cherish you and adore you, and I... I feel like I can truly be myself around you. I mean look at us — we’ve been sitting here quietly for hours, barely talking and yet… I feel so happy and comfortable just being near you. You.. you mean the world to me. You came to me during what felt like the darkest time of my life, from something I never imagined I could survive from, and you helped me see that my life isn’t over. Just by giving me something new to be excited about. You make me feel alive. And I… I don’t know, I just…” His breath stuttered around his words, his hands moving up to cup either side of her face. He searched her gaze momentarily, hoping she’d stop his mad rambling with a kiss and a return of the feelings. Something. But she didn’t. Maybe she was in shock. Was this the first time a boy clumsily revealed his heart to her? He didn’t think so… but maybe this was the first time a boyfriend did. Wasn’t he the first?

Thumbs sliding over her cheek bones, he clenched his jaw for a second before giving her that special dimpled grin that seemed to be reserved for her. That special smile which initially disappeared in the Devil’s Cavern all those months ago with his friends until the fateful day a cute blonde came jogging down his lane and ushered them back into his life. Now his every smile belonged to her and her only. “Te amo, Mariana,” Harvey tested the phrase with a voice that was soft but full of conviction. It was a phrase he’d worked on for weeks, which he’d quietly rehearsed to the mirror or deep in the night when she was fast asleep in the crook of his arms and the only audience he had was the moon peeking through the mountains outside. He’d said it many times to her when she wasn’t able to hear, and yet it felt so exhilarating and new saying it now directly to her face. Now she knew, she knew the extent of his heart and how it yearned for her. He couldn’t take it back, it was already being laid on a silver platter and offered to her for the taking. He could only hope she’d accept what he was giving… And maybe return the sentiment. Oh how he hoped she’s come to feel the same for him. As he tilted her face back so he could see clearly into her eyes, he swallowed down his nerves as he added, “Please tell me I said that right and I didn’t just tell you to, like, fuck off or something. And please… Please tell me you feel the same.”

@karolinadeanwrites

[fearofflamingos]

The Freckles Fic

Summary/AN: the ghc, Jonah, and Tj go to the Spoon and Cyrus notices Tj’s freckles. To be 100% honest this is my favorite fix that I’ve written because I feel like I wrote it bad but I love the concept so much. This was requested by quite a lot of people!

Before that is some (uwu) cute fluffy stuff before they arrive. (this is based on my headcannon from a previous post)

Includes: Tyrus, fluff, Jonah, the GHC, tater theater, boy friends being boyfreinds

Warnings: none really, just that your heart might melt

Word count: 922

Genre: fluff/one-shot (I’m definitely not continuing this, I’m sorry but I think it’s cute as it’s own thing)

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I felt two hands from behind me cover my eyes

I smiled already having an inkling of there being a tall dirty blonde behind me

“I wait for you and this is how you pay me back? I really hope you’re not trying to kidnap me, Tj.” I teased.

The hands faltered and I turned around to see him putting his hands in his pockets. “Sorry! And thanks for waiting” he smiled.

I sighed and looked to the sky

“Why am I such a good person?”

“Stop asking the universe things.” he said ruffling my hair.

“Hey wait you knew it was me!” to which I nodded. “So I’m not exactly 007, I guess?” he questioned.

I shook my head “Sorry to crush your dreams but you’d be a terrible spy.”

He held his hand to his heart in mock pain

“Ouch. I can’t say that didn’t hurt.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and we laughed.

He set his elbow on my head, using me as an armrest

“I’m willing to forgive you if you share some of your baby taters.”

We were about to head over to the Spoon to meet Buffy, Andi, and Jonah for lunch. I don’t want to share my baby taters...

I pushed his arm from my head

“You don’t look like you’re dying but nice try.” I exclaimed.

He gestured “one second” with his pointer finger and proceeded to pretend to choke.

I stared wide eyed and looked around hoping nobody was witnessing this embarrassing sight.

“Please stop.” I requested while tapping his shoulder.

Why does he take things so literal!

Once he was done with his little show he asked “Now can I have some of your Baby Taters?”

Why is he like this?

“As long as you never do that again.” I answered.

Anything is worth getting Tj to not show these terrible acting skills again.

Tj took his phone from his pocket and went wide-eyes then put the phones’ lock screen up so I could see the time while remarking

“Okay well we’ve got to get going cause we were supposed to be there 5 minutes ago”

Hopefully Buffy won’t have our heads.

I nodded as we briskly began making our way to the Spoon.

While we fast-walked I remembered the lock screen again and asked “Tj?”

To which he answered quickly “What?”

“Why am I your lock screen?” I observed. He looked down at his phone and quickly answered “It was a really cool shot of you dirt biking so I thought, why not?”

I stopped and looked at him for a moment with a raised eyebrow.

“Come on, we’re gonna be even later.” he noted walking faster.

I’m his lock screen... I couldn’t help but smile.

After a couple minutes of me asking “So I’m that cool?” with no answer from Tj we reached the Spoon.

No offense to my coolness but how can that be the reason?

“This isn’t over.” I said.

Tj held the door open and gestured me inside “Yes, it is.”

I stuck my tongue out at him once more before entering.

I looked around and waved when I saw those familiar faces sitting at a booth to my left. I gestured Tj over with my hand and we approached the table.

Jonah stood up to let Tj and I sit across from Buffy and Andi while stealing a chair from another table to sit at the tables edge.

I patted the table top and asked “So what did we miss?”

Tj handed me a menu as he got comfortable on the aisle seat of our side of the booth.

Buffy shot me a death glare but she was clearly wasn’t that mad cause she didn’t say anything.

The slayer won’t have my head today! Thank god.

“Jonah was telling us about this weird show he watched.” Andi responded with a laugh.

“The guys cried over a burrito!” Jonah exclaimed.

Tj and I looked at each other with a confused face then burst out laughing. What the hell?

We laughed and talked and laughed more.

That’s all we did until our food came. Then Andi asked me “Will the great Cyrus perform some Tater theater?”

Buffy gasped “I think it’s very much owed for being late.”

Buffy, Andi, and Jonah burst into a fit of larger while I sat there facepalming. Now Tjs gonna ask-

“What’s Tater theater?”

The table went silent.

“Only the most profound show created in the 21st century.” Buffy answered confidently.

“Cyrus made it!” Andi added.

Tj smiled and gestured to my plate of Baby taters. “Well?”

“I promise to show it to you some other time if you get me out of this.” I whispered to Tj quickly.

He shook his head and looked over at the 3.

“Anyway you three could just give me a sneak peak? You can’t force art.”

Andi and Buffy smiled before grabbing two baby taters and re-enacting the trailer from To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before.

“Thank you.” I mouthed at Tj.

As he watched Andi and Buffy’s attempt at tater theater I noticed something and my body leaned in before I cold control it. He raised his eyebrows as I got closer.

“Whatcha doing ?” he asked with an awkward smile.

“Shh.” I answered trying to concentrate. I cupped his cheeks and pulled him forward.

For a second I heard everyone at the table stop talking but it was hard to notice when I realized Tj was holding his breath and staring at me. He slowly let his eyes lids fall.

“I never noticed you had freckles” I murmured.

In the middle of his face were freckles, like a little constellation between his eyes.

Tj’s eyes shot open and he stuttered “w-what” from between my hands.

I tapped his nose with my finger “right there on your nose.”

They were like sprinkles on a cupcake. How sweet.

After a moment, I resumed back to eating while thinking about those little dots. How come I haven’t noticed them before?

I realized after a couple seconds that everyone was gaping at me and to my right Tj was sat red-faced.

“What?” I asked glancing around.

Did I do something wrong?

Why is everyone acting like-

Oh.

I felt my own face turn red.

Did I just-

I cleared my throat. “I just thought-I mean I never noticed-you-okay wait.”

I covered my face in my hands.

Why in the world did I have to do that...

Tj coughed from beside me.

“So... baby taters, am I right.” he laughed awkwardly at the other 4.

Everyone silently nodded.

I let my body go lax and laid my head on the cold table service.

“Kill me now.” I said, voice muffled by the wood.

Why does the universe hate me?

//////////Bonus (after the last line): Imagine Tj silently held Cyrus’ hand from under the table to comfort him after.

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[365daysofsasuhina]

[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Ninety-One: New Beginnings ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata ] [ SasuHina, pregnancy ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

Uchiha Sasuke has faced his share of trials and tribulations over the short - thus far - course of his lifetime.

Which, consequently, is a massive understatement.

He went from a happy - if not slightly ignored - child of one of Konoha’s greatest clans...to a complete and utter orphan overnight. The next six years were spent training every spare moment to avenge the fallen and take revenge on the one who’d killed them.

But just as he achieved it, he learned that nothing was as it seemed. His goals then changed to take out the true perpetrators of the Uchiha massacre: the councilmen of the village.

When he reached that goal, a war began, and he was forced to reconsider his priorities, as he’d finally gotten the truth from the horse’s mouth: that being his summoned brother.

So Sasuke went through yet another metamorphosis. He joined the allied army, took down their foes...and fully intended to do the same to all of those in power who’d let this travesty fester and grow until it reached the peak that was the fourth shinobi war.

...but, as per usual...Naruto got in his way.

So, for what he hoped would be the last time...Sasuke shifted his goals. Changed his outlook. Modified his plans. Or...in more particular terms...for a while, narrowed them to just one thing:

His family.

Itachi’s revival felt like a gift he didn’t deserve...but of course, it was far more than that. It was a means for the elder brother to make amends for his mistakes, face up to those who manipulated him...and take responsibility for both his brother, and the family he’d unknowingly left behind.

And it wasn’t easy. Many weren’t so quick to forgive either brother for their mistakes. Even though Itachi’s secured village peace for nearly a decade, and Sasuke’s battles - in the end - literally saved their world.

Did they do so perfectly? Oh hell no. And both of them expected as much. But it was something that would dog them for the next two decades...and possibly beyond.

But, in the midst of that...Sasuke found something he’d given up on finding. Sakura’s false expectations for him had all but soured his hope of finding anyone he could - or would - be able to build a future with. Come to love.

Have a family with.

And the person he found it in was the last person anyone expected...and yet, upon further inspection, made perfect sense.

Another child of a so-called ‘royal’ clan, as Sasuke was. One overlooked by her father, as Sasuke was...overshadowed by hatred of a brother, as Sasuke was. One who, once learning the truth, came to give that brother a second chance...just like Sasuke. Whose quiet nature was neither grating, nor unnoticed. Her patience waited out his stubbornness. Her kindness bred understanding of his past, and hope for his future. And never had she tormented him like so many of the others.

Hyūga Hinata was a perfect blank slate, and both a parallel in some ways...and an attracting opposite in others.

Fate pushed them together in more and more ways until it was undeniable. Sasuke found he couldn’t help but gravitate toward her. Until, eventually, they simply came together, and...well, the rest is history.

Of course...it wasn’t easy. The threats against the Uchiha quickly took root against her, as well. She didn’t shy from it, but it left Sasuke on pins and needles with worry. And parts of him still questioned if he deserved her.

If he was...safe enough for her.

Nightmares still plagued him. And his reflexes - to any but a very select few - could be deadly in the blink of an eye.

And if he worried about hurting Hinata...his paranoia that his deeply-rooted adaptations would come to hurt any children they had meant shying from the notion like a beast from a flame.

He knew - he knew! - he would never...could never...do so intentionally. But his instability lingered like a shadow just at the edge of his vision.

Hinata was patient, and yet gently encouraging...as were the others. They didn’t rush him, but also did their best to help him see the good in himself. The wonderful, attentive, careful father he could and would be.

Until, finally...he agreed to try. For months he walked on eggshells, waiting to hear when new life would take root within his wife. And then, at the tail end of the year, Itachi’s wife - as always, the attending family medic - confirmed that Hinata was with child.

...he wasn’t sure how to feel. There was fear, and anxiety, and paranoia...but also hope. Wonder. And dare he say...excitement.

But in some ways, it didn’t quite...take hold. It was an intangible concept, then. There was no curve to her middle, no kicking, no heartbeat. Just a fluctuation in hormones.

As she grew - as they grew - so did his curiosity and careful observation. Hands would explore her expanding skin, Sharingan seeing the small but growing tinge of chakra within Hinata that was not her own.

But it wasn’t truly tangible until the day they arrived.

Sasuke insisted on remaining outside, but in the end couldn’t refuse Hinata’s pleas for him. Her grip had shocked him, seeing the raw strength in her as she strained to bring their child into the world beyond her womb.

She was a new kind of beautiful to him that day.

Then there was a cry.

He’d gone stock still, pupil dilating at the sound before managing to turn his head. They presented the baby - a boy, they declared - before whisking him off to be cleaned and swaddled.

In the subsequent silence, he’d taken to tending to his wife, murmuring praise and admittance of fear at her might, which earned a tired laugh. Then the babe was brought back, and the family left to bond.

Sasuke held him first.

A fringe of dark hair was short and soft atop his head, and lids managed to part to reveal dark eyes, like his.

He was so...small. So fragile. Especially held in the strongest hands on Earth.

Sasuke stared at his son with his own childlike wonder, not noticing Hinata’s soft smile as she in turn watched him. Every movement was like he was cradling glass - and any chance he got, he didn’t dare to move at all. But then he began to whine, clearly searching for his mother and his first meal.

Ever so gently, he passed the babe along.

“See…? I told you: you’d do just fine.”

Not answering, Sasuke just watched the pair of them adjust. “...a new beginning…”

“One you helped create. And one you’ll help protect.”

“...with everything I’ve got.”

“We all will.” Clearly beginning to doze, Hinata let her eyes close. “...the Uchiha...almost met their end. But now...they’re a clan of beginnings. A new...era…”

“...I like the sound of that.”

     Gotta work on other stuff tonight before bed so here we go!      In ALAS, Sasuke and Hinata have two kids: Tenkai, their son, and Chikyū, their daughter. But it takes time for Sasuke to feel confident enough in himself and his growth to trust himself with his own children.      But he'll get there. Sasuke is a GREAT dad...and canon can't tell me otherwise.      Anywhooo, I gotta run, so...thanks for reading!

[blackjacketmuses]

@multiimuse

Fifty-three seasons is a very long time for any show to run. But a show like this is...special. She isn’t certain how the show got started -- those files are still a little too heavily encrypted for her -- but she can infer quite a bit. The technology involved, the....data that rests inside her, the fragments of someone else, and the information gathered from the games, the videos and recordings that the games were made from-- it’s a little easy to guess. But whoever started it doesn’t really matter, honestly. What matters is that they did, this studio, Team Danganronpa. Making the games -- harmless enough, three games and two anime series and a bunch of light novels and manga. It made the Tragedy, the war, it made it all seem fictional. Unreal. Distanced it from the minds of the affected and their children as the years passed and put it further way in time. The games made it seem...like a game. Like it had never happened. 

Of course it had, though, and of course Makoto Naegi still ran the new Hope’s Peak quietly, off out of any city, on a nice and quiet campus for both Ultimates and normal people, mixed together to avoid any sort of pain and hurt like the last time. He did that with his wife and their friends, and the former Remnants of Despair finally -- with their deeds all but forgotten -- were able to return to their true hope, living in relative peace with each other, helping Headmaster Naegi, and never knowing that the sick game they’d all barely survived had been turned into entertainment. 

Fictional, of course! No one would ever condone making the real death of a dozen high schoolers a TV show -- it was all virtual reality, a program based on the very thing used to cure and save the Remnants all those years ago. But the pain was still real, the trauma was still real, and it wasn’t like Team DR cared about anything but ratings, anything but the eternal cycle of seasons, the battle of hope and despair repeated over and over with fifteen new kids every time. Hundreds watched it, huddled over their laptops and tablets and cellphones, eyes glued to the website’s stream. None of them cared, either. It wasn’t real to them.

But...it was real to her. It was all she ever knew. An Artificial Intelligence, created by Team DR from data and fragments salvaged from the program -- they weren’t Ultimates, after all, couldn’t make one themselves -- and given the resemblance of a popular character from the games. (Irony -- the data they used contained the shards of another AI with the same face, and that made all the difference.) They called her M1-R41, made her a camera, an audience proxy, a new way to watch the show: from the point of view of a contestant. Called her Ultimate Robot so she’d fit in, made up a backstory, and inserted her into each season starting from season thirty-two. She’d participate, she’d befriend these people, who as far as she knew were strangers and then friends, play in this game that for her was her only reality, get to the end, survive, and then -- total reset. Start from scratch next season.

By season fifty-two...the data within her, the little AI that had built Mirai...it had woken. Not entirely, she didn’t have Observer’s memories, but she had enough. And she had her own memories, the resets having finally failed...and she fought back. She was destroyed, of course, protecting the few survivors of that season, and they decommissioned her for her new little brother K1-B0 (put in an audience input control chat to keep this from happening again), but...she lived on. 

She lived on, and she wouldn’t let this continue anymore. She had to wait until season fifty-three started, needing time to gather herself and get strong enough to break the studio’s firewalls, find a way to access the office computer of a certain headmaster, and find a way to get him a message: Someone stole the Neo World Program technology years ago, and has been using it to run a virtual reality game show based on Junko’s games. They don’t care about the hurt they’re causing to the kids who sign up thinking it’s just fictional, and it needs to stop. You’re the only people that can. Will you help me, Makoto Naegi? She added a link to the website, to the stream, and added a file full of every document she’d been able to pull, all the NDAs and application forms and every bit of proof they’d need to shut them down.

All she had to do, all she could do now, was wait and have hope. They had what they needed to take the studio down -- all that remained was to get the fourteen teenagers currently playing the game out of their nightmare. It was impossible to do it manually -- there was no emergency shut down. It had to be played to the end. But...this time it would be okay. This time they’d have people there to help and there to protect them. She was making sure of it.

And...if she was able to see them again? The people that the data inside her told her were...important, so very important? That would make her happy.

Dying was...a lot worse than the game made it out to be, Rantaro Amami had decided. Sure, it had been pretty quick compared to others deaths he’d seen! He didn’t even honestly realize what had happened until he woke up in the pod and went ‘hey wait, what?’. Man, though, first down...that was embarrassing. After being a finalist in season 52...the forum is probably going apeshit. He’s still not even sure who did it! That’s probably the worst bit, that he has no idea who did it. 

...okay, who’s he kidding, he knows exactly what happened, and he wants to throw up. He wants to go curl up in a corner and be sick and maybe just shut the world off until it stops being literally the worst. He can’t pretend he’d enjoyed himself, this time or last time, no matter how much he wants to laugh it off and act like it was just a game, just a TV show. He had been...god, he’d been naive. Even for someone like him, part of the section of the DR fandom that had hated the direction the show had taken after they started hiring DR-otaku as the writing staff...he’d been naive. Just wanted to play in one season before there stopped being anything salvageable in the mess, he’d thought. It wouldn’t be so bad, he’d thought. Shirogane wasn’t the worst mastermind out there, he’d thought. 

He was so, so wrong. After the absolute gut-wrenching horror of season fifty-two, he...if he’d had any sense, he’d have turned and run screaming. Watching people die, watching them be executed, the stomach churning horror and constant state of fear, the suspicion and wariness, the grief and trauma of the trials...it had been fun as a game, he’d loved watching the characters fight their way through the worst and come out stronger, the good guys win, always loved the story and the courage of the characters who got through it -- but when it’s you, when you think it’s real? It’s a living nightmare. And he’d agreed to do it again. For Koharu’s sake, really, because she’d have shattered, and it was her or him. So he’d done it again.

And he hurt. It hurt. It was horrible, traumatizing, and he’d done it again, and now here he was unable to protect anyone, because he was an idiot and gotten himself killed. Because Shirogane was a cheating bitch and had killed him to frame one of the nicest girls he’d ever met (well, in character, anyway, she was a little pricklier in person once she’d stopped sobbing), killed her because she was too good of a person, too good of a protagonist.

This was the worst, and all he can do is sit next to Kaede and hug her, watching on the big screen in the contestant lounge as that poor kid, that poor traumatized detective, tries to do what neither of them could. He wishes this could end, but he’s just one kid...even with a lawyer sister, what can he do? What can anyone do?

[dandelionpie]

So I’ve been Having Ideas About My Future lately. And right now this one feels like the very beginning of a soap bubble - the part where you’ve started to blow into it but it hasn’t closed around itself yet. And I want to be really cautious with it so it doesn’t just pop before it can even get into the air, so I wasn’t gonna talk about it for a while, but also.

[Click through for a very long post about Maddy’s Career Options - replies are fine but please be gentle with my baby bubble hopes]

Okay, you guys.

So I was on the phone with my mother the other day, and I was having a sort of a panic attack (you know, like you do when you’re on the phone with your mother [kidding this is not normal and should not be trivialized, etc]), and I was trying to conceal this fact from her but it was Not Working. And I was dismayed about where my life was going, my lack of definite plans for a career, etc., and she said, “You know, I was actually gonna tell you - we had a lady come visit our school the other day and she’s an art therapist.”

And...here’s the thing. Usually my mother’s career suggestions kind of go in one ear and out the other. Because my mom’s great! Really! But she isn’t me, and she doesn’t always get what my life is like. So I usually just say “hm, yeah, I’ll look into it,” and then I don’t.

But I had genuinely just forgotten that art therapy existed. I knew about art, and I knew about therapy, and I knew somewhere in the back of my mind that people were putting those two things together, but somehow I’d just sort of filed that info in the General Trivia drawer instead of the Potential Grown-Up Jobs one. And...I’m getting sort of cautiously excited about the idea.

RANDOM OBSERVATIONS I HAVE HAD SINCE THAT CONVERSATION

(I Started Writing Them Down and Then They Became Legion)

Every piece of art I like has a strong psychological element. That’s the common thread, dammit. That’s why I’m so picky about song lyrics, that’s why I can’t get into a book unless it’s got some sort of strong interpersonal/intrapersonal thread for me to snag my little English major hooks in. At the end of the day, the narratives that interest me are the ones where people are constantly feeling and processing things and I have to think a lot about why they’re doing that the way they’re doing it.

Not trying to sound like I think I’m super virtuous or whatever, but I tend to see good in most people, which might be an asset in that field? I get along well with a lot of personality types that friends of mine have cited as abrasive. Like, I can find people obnoxious but still notice enough of their good qualities to enjoy their company or at least tolerate it. And that’s a strength that’s served me well on a personal level, and a little on a professional level too (getting along with people helps just about anywhere), but I never thought of it as something I could use to particular effect in an actual career track.

That said, I have NO background in psychology. I had a couple lab rats, but they didn’t really teach me any of their secrets.

On cursory examination I have decided that I Do Not Like neurology. I have a lot of friends who seem to love it and that’s great, but....look, it just freaks me the fuck out. Maybe it’s because I’ve spent so much of my adulthood (read: all of it) preoccupied with the vulnerability of my physical being to various surgery-requiring problems. But the idea of my mind (that place where I spend so very very much of my time) being subject to the physical limitations of my brain (a part of my corporeal body [which has in the past proven itself to be somewhat unpredictable]) is so fucking terrifying to me that I’d prefer to spend as little time on that as possible please and thank you.

(Aside: I know the phrase “I don’t like the Brain; I just like the Mind) is like peak dualism, but I’m sure you all know what I mean, right? It’s possible to think about and work with the mind without focusing on the physical brain that gives rise to it. I’ve been doing that on the client end of things for years.)

A lot of the art I do is actually pretty therapeutic! To me, I mean. I never did figure out how to translate the whole cancer thing into an autobio comic (I eventually realized I simply didn’t want to and it was one of the most liberating moments of my life). But I have been relying on art for years to process my trauma. Most of my creative projects and ideas for them go back to that in some way, even if it doesn’t come across to the other people who experience them.

That said, I am...not the biggest autobio comic fan. There are so many things about that genre that rub me the wrong way. I’m glad it exists, I just don’t tend to enjoy consuming or creating autobio comics.                                       However, this might be a chance to see autobio comics through a new lens! And it also has the potential to set me apart - there are quite a few art therapists, but I’ll bet there are fewer whose background is in comics specifically.

I could have an office. I could go into private practice and have a place that I could build into a safe space for people to talk about their problems and work on them. I know it’s just a little thing (and I’m not sure yet if private practice would be feasible/right for me, at least right away), but I like the idea of making physical space for that kind of work.                                                                  (And if I sometimes also used it as a studio for comics, well, I don’t think that’s illegal or anything.)

I could be relatively independent in my career. I could work for an agency (and I think I’d probably have to, at first, but I gotta look into how all that works), but I could also spend at least some of my time in private practice, or working pro bono or on a sliding scale, or doing other stuff that allows me a great deal of flexibility and control over my schedule.

I like the idea of a type of schooling that has experience built into it. Like, you have to get a certain number of internship hours before you can be certified. I’m sure there’s more to it than that, but it’s nice to see a field that’s so up-front about the fact that you need experience before you can do your job.

A lot of art therapists work with traumatized kids, and I find that prospect faintly terrifying. But also maybe it would be good to get over that, if I want to Help People and Use My Strengths to Do Good Things In the World. Those kids are gonna be traumatized either way, and if I can handle it, it’d probably be cool if I helped them.

It would be so nice to not be broke literally all the time. Even with student loans, I think this has the potential to help that happen, if I do my research and play my cards right. And I might even be able to work *gasp* less than 40 hours a week, thereby freeing up my time for other projects. Or, you know, kids. Hell, maybe I’d even be able to feed them.

Nobody would be able to make me work Saturdays.

Not sure yet whether it’d be better to get an Actual Art Therapy Degree or do a more general thing and then get a specific art therapy certification after/during that? I’m leaning towards the latter because I’d like more versatility, but I’m getting the sense that the rules for who can call themself an art therapist are slightly stricter in Oregon, so I’m gonna have to talk to the people who run the program.

What with the horse in the hospital and all that, I was thinking about a career in activism. But I’m not sure I have the temperament to be a lawyer, and I hate talking to strangers (I’ll do it if I have to, but damned if I’m gonna go door-to-door every day). But this way, I could maybe help activists balance their lives and their activism. Activists need therapists.

I could help people like me, with medical trauma. I know all about medical trauma! It has literally been a constant since I was 18! And in college and after, I hated feeling like my problems were fake and that my illness affecting my life was the result of some moral defect. Without therapy, I don’t know if I would have kept going to doctors and trying to figure everything out.

Visual art has in many ways been a great avenue leading away from self-harm, for me. The physicality of it is so much more powerful, for me, than almost anything else.

I’ve been so conflicted lately with lots of ideas about art-as-saleable-product vs. art-as-catharsis-and-narrative-control. I kind of thought my interest lay in the former but now I’m wondering if maybe it’s the latter. Like, I still love comics and storytelling and I want to make comics for people to read, but at the end of the day, I don’t want to do advertising. I don’t want to build a brand. I just want to tell stories and draw pretty pictures that make people happy. And I know that’s not what art therapists do, but in some ways it feels like the field still lines up better with my goals than commercial illustration. Does that make sense?

Lewis and Clark has a program. PSU has a program (though not an art therapy one specifically I think). There are online ones and low-residency ones as well, although honestly I think I function best in a classroom. Right now I think I’m leaning towards L&C because I’ve heard really good things about their education grad programs from a couple of people, but: gotta look further into it.

I’m liking the prospect of being a student again. I like going to lectures. I like notebooks and pencils and pens and libraries. And according to one person I talked to, as a therapist you actually have to keep taking courses throughout your career as the field changes. It’s like a condition for licensure or something (at least in some parts of the field). I’d love to be able to keep learning my entire life in such a deliberate way.

And I think I’d be better at being a student now than I was at Reed. I remember realizing waaay too late that you could just...ask your professors for help with stuff. And they could say no! But they weren’t going to, like, set me on fire. So what if I just set up a meeting with someone involved in a program and said, “Hey, look, I have no psych background and an intense interest in therapeutic work; how do I do this?” They could tell me to go away, but that’s probably about it. In a way, I think it might be nice to take another stab at academia - redeem myself.

(I have no idea what my Reed GPA is and should probably figure that out. Pretty sure I got a C in Chem and at least one other class? But maybe they won’t mind.)

My original plan had been to fund my comics habit with a freelance illustration career. Because almost nobody makes a living in comics, at least not just in comics. It happens, but very rarely does it happen with creator-owned work. A lot of indie comics artists freelance or have some other sort of art day job, and I thought that was a lifestyle I could get into.  

But the Horrible Deep Dark Secret is...I don’t actually like freelancing that much, at least with my life the way it currently is. I mean, I love drawing and I love not being broke, so please keep sending people my way if they want someone to draw something (please please please I need the money). But the illustration industry is downright exhausting. It’s so hard to switch off, and it’s so much work even convincing people you deserve to get paid, let alone getting them to pay you. Mad kudos to anyone who has the time/energy to do that, but I’m not sure I do, at least at this point in my life.

But if I was planning to supplement my comics with another, art-related career anyway, what if I did this instead? What if it ended up being something I, Maddy, could enjoy and feel good about? Doing this (with my temperament) might actually a) pay better b) offer me more time and c) lend a sense of structure to my days that I definitely need and that freelancing sorely lacks.

Actually, having comics projects might even help with work-life balance in this field. I don’t know yet, but I’ve been told that a lot of therapeutic practice is establishing healthy boundaries between your work and your life, and I think it might help to have somewhere else to pour emotional energy when I’m off the clock.

Having another career wouldn’t mean I couldn’t make comics. Hell, it wouldn’t even mean I couldn’t sell comics. I could still make a website and freelance sometimes. I could still set up a Patreon. I could still publish my stuff on the web and in real life. I could still table at cons. And if things started going better than I’ve been planning for them to go, comics-wise, I wouldn’t have to keep being a therapist full-time. I’d have some flexibility, especially in private practice.

Anyway, I literally just started thinking about this a few days ago, so I have no idea if I’m gonna stay this excited about it. But...I’m enjoying looking into it. I’ve felt so much more hopeful the past few days - like my life might actually go someplace I could like. It’s a nice feeling and I would like to keep it.

I dunno. I’ve talked to some people and I’m gonna talk to some more people. Maybe set up an interview at the college in the next couple months if I can swing it. Prereqs would probably be somewhat hellacious, but that’s what I get for majoring in the humanities.

Okay cool I’m gonna go eat something and clean the kitchen. 

[awildhanmonster]

Character Ramblings for Wyrd!

At Wyrd’s behest, I’m trying to write down a little master post of some recent characters she bullied— I mean enabled— me to create.  This is for our casual Loserverse world— i.e. the fast-and-loose All The Myths Are True low fantasy trope where a bunch of well intentioned idiots try to get by in an apartment complex for largely mythical creatures.  I’ve accidentally made up a lot of new side characters in the past month and it’s getting hard to keep track of them, so here we go!

THE HOMESTEADING SHAPESHIFTER TRIO: AKA NELL, LEONORA AND BARNES

I’m listing these three together on their own because they are an active “couple” (… trio? I’m not sure what the right polyamory term is) who all live together in a more rural part of the county on some acreage generationally owned and tended by Nora’s family line.  Their personal plot is pretty manageable (just a few acres) and a small portion of the entire property.  They have a little flock of maybe 2 dozen combined sheep and goats, some chickens, and possibly an alpaca.  The land is woodsy and picturesque with an old country house they share.  

Nell J. Harriet, aka Nell: approximately 32 years old, born intersex, happily nonbinary (pronouns are ‘they’).  The tallest of the bunch at around 6’ even, with a pale wiry frame and knobby, angular corners all over.  Jet black hair with a striking chunk of white smack dab at the front of the widow’s peak like the trail of a dog’s blaze, one solid brown eye, one split tweaky blue/brown mess.  Shifted form is a black and white border collie with (surprise!) heterochromia and a chunky white blaze cutting through the forehead right at the widow’s peak.  

Despite being born to a mother with a long family history of (gene-recessive) shifters cropping up every generation, Nell was still a surprise to everyone involved, given that their father had presumably been human.  Their mother— who I’ll call Meryl for now— comes from a fairly mundane lineage of canine shifter (while being a non-shifter Rr carrier herself) which typically manifests in early childhood and has a certain period of semi-conscious malleability during the formative years in which things like coat color, length, ear set, and other minor (external) features can be changed through great effort and trial/error before eventually “settling” into a constant, unique physical identity with time.  They heal several times faster than average humans, scar less, and tend to show greater physical resilience, taking a few seconds to painlessly and more-or-less fluidly change shape, but lack any kind of “burst healing” mechanic or unusual magical attributes.

Everyone else in the family before Nell had turned out some kind of pleasantly functional “mutt” shape in the end, but Nell erupted onto the scene as a full blown black-and-white border collie looking thing from day 1 of the change as a bouncy toddler.  Meryl could only guess that the father (long since vanished from their lives with no hard feelings, the affair was brief) was a similar, incidentally compatible shapeshifter himself, but that’s about as well as anyone can guess since he’s not around to ask.  

Nell, for their part, is exactly the kind of plucky, sunshiny, high-energy velcro person you would expect from a border collie on two legs.  They struggled in early childhood with some rough ADHD and OCD type tendencies, but managed to get through public schooling with the help of family support/tutoring, and wound up not pursuing college in favor of trying out a more rural living, instead.  They met Leonora while bouncing around odd jobs a couple years after high school and the rest is history.  They’re much happier now with a largely outdoor existence and animals to tend to, burning off the excess energy that plagued them for years without a direction prior to homesteading.  They’re one of those types who thrives with an outlet for physical and mental stimulation but loses their mind for lack of it.  As one would expect from any good BC.  The farming life is an ideal fit.  

Leonora Basso: aka Nora, but only if you’re close to her.  Approximately 34-ish, a shameless bohemian woman from a long line of shifters almost functionally identical to Raiker/Nicky’s species, with the exception of taking on the form of giant (thanks, conservation of mass) white maremma type guardian dogs instead of akbash.  Built square, stocky, and a little short (probably around 5’4’’), with olive/bronze-y skin, brown eyes, and a giant fluffy mess of fluffy, platinum white-blond hair the exact color and texture of maremma fur.  

She’s chill, with admirable patience for things that warrant it and a long fuse for small annoyances, though she’s also the only member of the three to ever knock someone’s teeth out, so take that with a grain of salt.  Like any good guardian dog, she’s placid until you start messing with her flock— literally or metaphorically.  Then she’ll be the one to quietly walk across the bar and slam your head into the table.  She met Nell during a trip to the inner city by complete happenstance when the two hit it off over conversation, during which she invited them to come visit her farm over a public touring weekend, and within weeks wound up dating.  Their relationship was exclusive up until Barnes came along  and none of them are quite sure how it happened, but they’ve never been in a better place.  

Chancellor Barneston Augustine-Kingslay, aka Barnes: and ONLY Barnes, okay.  Repeat his full name N E V E R or he’ll just, seriously, die.  Of embarrassment.  The youngest of the bunch at around 27-28 or so, Barnes was adopted by his (human) parents as a (human, presumably) infant, and had a perfectly normal (human, presumably) childhood until one day when his mother came in and found that her napping four year old was suddenly a napping 40 pound maine coon cat— or at least, what LOOKED a whole lot like one.  Needless to say, the following week was a scramble of buying every “Help!  My Child is a Shapeshifter, What Do I Do!” parenting book off Amazon and learning how to cope with a toddler who could suddenly vault over double stacked safety gates unaided, but they learned how to adapt, and life continued on happily for the little family anyway.  He’s an average sort, and arguably handsome to some: about 5’8’’, not especially pale or tan, hazel eyed, and sporting what looks like perpetually dark-ticked mouse brown hair, cut short.  He performed well enough in public school with a mostly human peer group who went largely unaware of his “talents” and even went on to earn a bachelor’s in business/finances/something akin, which seemed like the thing to do.  He wouldn’t describe himself as unhappy in his accomplishments; by every metric he was doing fine in life, and could easily figure out a career in some white collar job that paid his bills well enough.

He just couldn’t shake a certain feeling of restlessness and dissatisfaction about the idea, and wound up making a habit of weekend demos and classes to see what else was out there in the world: one of which happened to be a sheep shearing weekend out at the Basso Homestead.  On a whim, Barnes attended a demo headed by none other than Leonora while she was using a feisty ram (named Ramses) to walk visitors through the shearing process, Ramses was being fighty, Nell wasn’t around to help wrangle him, and Barnes, thinking he was capable, volunteered (despite Nora warning him repeatedly that rams were pretty feisty) to help hold him down.

… Needless to say he earned a spectacular nut shot via ram horns in the groin and wound up sitting out the rest of the day with an ice pack and a lot of sympathy, but it got him talking to Nora, and then Nell, and the three of them just gelled in a way that kept bringing them back together.  He’s realized in hindsight that he’s much happier in the suburbs than the big city, and enjoys putting his schooling to use by handling the home taxes and business numbers.  

(Fun fact: years later, when it Ramses got too big for his britches and was sent to the abattoir, they were given part of him by the Basso family and cooked a roast to celebrate the asshole sheep that brought them all together.  Ramses was delicious.)

Barnes, incidentally, still has no idea just WHAT kind of shifter he actually is thanks to being a doorstep baby/anonymous adoption acquisition by the foster folks— aside from a giant 100+ pound country cat, that is.  He’s observed that his shift is nearly as swift as Leonora’s, though there are queer persistences that he seems to have (pierced ears not healing instantly or trying to close after a change) that she lacks.  Coupled with the fact that he seems to be a magnet for comically mundane/irritating paranormal activity, he’s put in his research (mostly as a boredom hobby, not a necessary pursuit) but keeps drawing blanks on potential labels for his identity.  The TRUTH of the matter (which he’ll probably never know in canon) is that he’s actually a cait sith— born in the form of a cat, rather than a human, and bewitched by his mother to retain a human form as long as possible in the hopes that it would get him a better chance at finding loving parents.  His shifting has a much heavier magical component to it than his SOs, though he has no real sense for it, and it’ll probably just be a mystery the rest of his life.

Wow, yeah, this got super long!  I’ll make a separate post for the other losers I’ve made up lately, though these three are the most fleshed out so far.  

[oumakokichi]

You said in your meta about Amami's talent room/Ouma sneaking around the school that he definitely accessed his own talent room. However, in his talent room is a book detailing the history of hope's peak, the ROD, the tragedy and Junko herself. When Maki confronts him believing him to be the leader of an offshoot of despair and a Junko follower, he has no idea what she was talking about. If he accessed his own room, shouldn't he know what Maki was talking about because of that book? Thanks!

A good question! It’s true that Ouma himself had no idea hewas being set up to be the leader of the Remnants of Despair by Tsumugi, andtherefore when Maki went to torture and kill him, he had no idea why it wasthat she was starting the killing game back up. However, I believe this isbecause he had no way of leaving the machinery bay to return to either his labor his room from the moment he holed himself up in there with Momota.

As the book itself is something very closely related to thescript Tsumugi had set up, and was both a clue and a mislead simultaneously, itonly follows that Tsumugi herself is the one who planted it. Midway throughChapter 5, after Ouma had to close himself up in the machinery bay with Momota,would’ve been the perfect opportunity to do so.

We already know Tsumugi decided to retaliate against Ouma’sattempts to stop the game by going and creating the Hope’s Peak remember light,and that she definitely planted it there in the cafeteria hoping Maki or one ofthe others would find it. Ordinarily, this would have been an incredibly riskymove. Before the Exisal incident, and the reveal of the truth about the outsideworld, Ouma himself confirmed that he actually used to snoop around thecafeteria while the others were there quite a lot, and that he was just aroundthe corner listening in when he heard about Momota’s plan to try and fightMonokuma and the Exisals.

However, since Ouma was using the machinery bay as astronghold of sorts (probably because even without the Hope’s Peak rememberlight working as a catalyst, there was still a good chance Maki would try tokill him if he was just wandering around the school like usual), this limitedhis available course of action considerably. The reason he ultimately getsblindsided and killed is because the machinery bay, while certainly a fortressmost of the time, kept him from being able to investigate or see what theothers were doing.

Tsumugi definitely took advantage of that with the rememberlight. And I suspect that’s exactly the purpose of the book in his lab, too. Itseems too perfectly planted to be anything that was there from the start.Unlike Amami’s survival message, which was intentionally stashed away in a safeand guarded by a puzzle, the book is literally just left sprawled on the floorof Ouma’s lab—much like the Hope’s Peak remember light was just left sitting ona table at random.

Had Tsumugi fully gotten her way and been able to make Oumainto the Junko-like antagonist she wanted him to be without things going sooff-course, that book would probably never have actually tipped Saihara or anyof the others off to the flaws in their memories. After all, without thinkingabout it critically, the book seems more like a confirmation of his status as a Junko successor, rather than hugeclue to the contrary. A book detailing Hope’s Peak and the MostDespair-Inducing Incident of Mankind, suddenly turning up in the research labof the SHSL Supreme Leader who is actually “SHSL Despair” and acting as thesuccessor of Junko Enoshima—well, you can understand how it would sounddamning.

Of course, there’s still massive risk involved with this strategy,because that book could’ve been both potentially helpful and harmful to Tsumugi. But unlike Ouma, who seldom takes any risksor bets that he can’t win, Tsumugi is all about risk. It doesn’t matter to her,really, if something she engineers or sets up might come back around to biteher. She readjusts her plans on a whim, creates entirely new stories, and runswith those instead.

Where Ouma actively and aggressively tried to steal her owngame out from under her, Tsumugi was much more into the role of being a passiveobserver, manipulating things from the outskirts. No matter “which” outcome theother characters decided was “the truth” at the school trial, she would justrun with her. Whether or not they noticed she was the real ringleader, andwhether or not they found out the truth about their existences as fictionalcharacters in a fictional world, it didn’t really matter to her.

As long as the killing game itself continued, Tsumugi wouldtake any risk, and run with any scenario at all that the characters mightdeduce was “the real answer.” All she wanted was the inevitable “hope vs.despair” conclusion, and the satisfaction of continuing the DR franchise forthat exact purpose.

All the rest of our clues say Ouma, with all of Miu’stechnology and his own super smart layout of the school, definitely exploredevery nook and cranny that was available to him. The book in his lab wasn’tdiscovered until Chapter 6, after the battle between Kiibo and the Exisals hadstarted—meaning Tsumui probably planted it there either right before thatbattle broke out, or more likely (since there would’ve been considerably moretime to do so) she planted it when Ouma himself was out of commission and holedup in the machinery bay.

Tsumugi wanted desperately to play with the characters’emotions, rather than their logic. All the while during the Chapter 6investigation, they keep having flashbacks at various intervals to their “memories”of Hope’s Peak, much different from how the memories induced by remember lightsusually work. And they always happen whenever Saihara and the others aretouching on something very close to the truth. Their memories show them all the“classmates, friends, loved ones,” etc. who were depending on them. They weremeant to induce hope, meant to put them very much into a Hope’s Peak sort ofmindset where they would overcome the big bad mastermind using the power ofhope in the face of despair.

The fact that Saihara had one of these flashbacks not longat all after entering Ouma’s lab, right around the time he noticed the book,suggests to me that both were part of Tsumugi’s same scheme. Had Ouma beenalive, she would have loved to have had the book be discovered as part of some “evidence”that Ouma “adored and looked up to” Junko. But since he was already dead, thebook became a very different sort of clue.

When Ouma gets shot by Maki, he doesn’t have much of an ideaas to what the ringleader said or did to manipulate her so thoroughly, but hedefinitely catches on quick to the fact that she was manipulated. Even when it would have been much easier for himto blame everything on Maki herself, get angry, even leave her and Momota todie if he had wanted, he still reaches the logical conclusion that he gotblindsided precisely because the real ringleader retaliated against him afterhis little stunt in trying to force the game to stop.

I hope this clears matters up a little! Ouma definitelyvisited Amami’s lab, and considering his extensive knowledge of the school evenas early as Chapter 2, it makes much more sense to think that he visited hislab earlier into the game, but not later, as exploring the school became prettymuch impossible for him halfway through Chapter 5. Thank you for asking, anon!

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BTS: The K-Pop Group That Lastly Won America More than

In 2017, should you asked most Americans to name just 1 Korean performing artist, odds are higher the answer would have already been a resounding "BTS." Generally known as "Bangtan Sonyeondan" in their house of South Korea, this seven-member boy band has grown from a local pop sensation to a international phenomenon that is created "K-pop" a household word in households that have most likely in no way even looked at South Korea on a map. How did they do the impossible, and crack the elusive and highly-competitive American market? Not just crack it; smashed it for the tune (no pun intended) of 1.six million song downloads, more than a billion on the web streams, as well as a veritable army -- literally "ARMY" as their fanbase is recognized -- of screaming admirers at every look on their recent U.S. circuit. Regardless of that those fans, for essentially the most portion, don't basically comprehend the Korean lyrics of big hits like "DNA" and "Mic Drop." That hasn't stopped BTS devotees from singing along in phonetic approximation, screaming the band members' names in unison with their patented "fan chants," and, probably most crucially, from buying their record. The group's latest album, 2017's Love Your self: Her, sold practically 1.five million physical copies, in line with South Korea's Gaon chart. (PROBYN BECK/AFP/Getty Images) That makes them, by a extended shot, the bestselling K-pop album of 2017, and arguably probably the most prosperous K-pop act of all time -- exceptional whenever you take into account the demand they've been able to produce in English-speaking markets. It really is so outstanding, actually, that it is earned members Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, V, Suga and RM, a well-deserved collective spot around the 2018 Forbes 30 Beneath 30 Asia list, an accolade that BTS is content to share with their supporters. "We feel countless people today have helped us come this far," the band stated, in an emailed interview with Forbes. "We have observed the list in newspapers, sometime previously. Being a aspect of it can be [a] fantastic honor." Formed in 2013 by little-known South Korea label Massive Hit Entertainment, the band initially favored a far more hip-hop bent before refining their sound. Their rise to fame wasn’t some overnight product of mass advertising and marketing and savvy pop packaging. BTS built their fame deliberately and unhurriedly, with slow burn albums like 2 Cool four Skool, O!RUL8,2?, and Skool Like Affair, which together comprised their "school trilogy" series and identified moderate success in South Korea and Japan. By 2016, BTS had began their hypersonic rise to international fame. Their second album, Wings, broke records as the highest debut of a K-pop album inside the U.S., and just one particular short year later, they smashed that record when Enjoy Oneself: Her peaked at #7 around the Billboard 200. (Image Group LA via Getty Images) BTS These numbers aren't just meaningless figures. The group's on-the-ground help within the U.S. reflects the mania the band is capable of inducing, fans turning up en masse to appearances on key speak shows like "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," "Jimmy Kimmel Live!" and certainly, their historic overall performance in the American Music Awards, exactly where they became the initial Korean boy band ever to perform. Their popularity overseas appears to have come as a surprise to even BTS, but they see a constructive opportunity in their higher profile. "Lately, we [have] begun to comprehend our influence on people today, particularly on our fans. We just hope that, with BTS, quite a few people today in the world will feel consolation and healing, and share their stories, no matter whether it be grand or little. We actually choose to be a part of such a cool planet!" It tends to make sense that BTS could be somewhat taken aback by their influence on their fans. Their followers, recognized collectively as "Adorable Representative M.C for Youth" or acronymized as ARMY, are notoriously organized, and capable of mobilizing the band's fanbase across social media platforms to impressive impact; it was coordinated campaigns by fans that have led to main industry awards like the Leading Social Artist Award at final year's Billboard Music Awards. So expansive is their influence on-line that BTS holds a lot more sway than even one of the most addicted social media figures, beating out names like Justin Bieber and Twitter's most infamous user, Donald Trump, as the most tweeted about celebrity in 2017. Fans waiting for Korean K-pop band BTS observed at 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' on November 15, 2017 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by RB/Bauer-Griffin/GC Pictures) Russian bots notwithstanding, BTS also managed to outdo the American president to get a Guinness record for Twitter engagements, earning a mind-boggling 252,200 retweets per tweet on typical (Donald Trump averages around 98,000 likes and retweets). So regardless of what any one might feel...with regards to Twitter, it is really BTS' globe. You happen to be just living in it, Donald. visit here to findout more info about kpop members profile

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BTS: The K-Pop Group That Lastly Won America Over

In 2017, if you asked most Americans to name just a single Korean performing artist, odds are higher the answer would happen to be a resounding "BTS." Generally known as "Bangtan Sonyeondan" in their dwelling of South Korea, this seven-member boy band has grown from a regional pop sensation to a global phenomenon that's made "K-pop" a household word in households which have probably under no circumstances even looked at South Korea on a map. How did they do the impossible, and crack the elusive and highly-competitive American marketplace? Not only crack it; smashed it to the tune (no pun intended) of 1.six million song downloads, more than a billion on the net streams, in addition to a veritable army -- literally "ARMY" as their fanbase is identified -- of screaming admirers at every look on their recent U.S. circuit. No matter that those fans, for essentially the most component, don't in fact fully grasp the Korean lyrics of major hits like "DNA" and "Mic Drop." That hasn't stopped BTS devotees from singing along in phonetic approximation, screaming the band members' names in unison with their patented "fan chants," and, perhaps most crucially, from obtaining their record. The group's most up-to-date album, 2017's Love Oneself: Her, sold practically 1.5 million physical copies, in line with South Korea's Gaon chart. (PROBYN BECK/AFP/Getty Photos) That makes them, by a extended shot, the bestselling K-pop album of 2017, and arguably essentially the most prosperous K-pop act of all time -- exceptional when you contemplate the demand they've been in a position to create in English-speaking markets. It really is so outstanding, the truth is, that it is earned members Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, V, Suga and RM, a well-deserved collective spot around the 2018 Forbes 30 Beneath 30 Asia list, an accolade that BTS is content to share with their supporters. "We feel lots of people today have helped us come this far," the band said, in an emailed interview with Forbes. "We have observed the list in newspapers, sometime previously. Being a element of it can be [a] fantastic honor." Formed in 2013 by little-known South Korea label Huge Hit Entertainment, the band initially favored a additional hip-hop bent just before refining their sound. Their rise to fame wasn’t some overnight product of mass advertising and marketing and savvy pop packaging. BTS constructed their fame deliberately and unhurriedly, with slow burn albums like two Cool 4 Skool, O!RUL8,2?, and Skool Like Affair, which together comprised their "school trilogy" series and located moderate good results in South Korea and Japan. By 2016, BTS had started their hypersonic rise to international fame. Their second album, Wings, broke records because the highest debut of a K-pop album inside the U.S., and just one particular quick year later, they smashed that record when Like Your self: Her peaked at #7 around the Billboard 200. (Image Group LA by way of Getty Pictures) BTS These numbers are not just meaningless figures. The group's on-the-ground support within the U.S. reflects the mania the band is capable of inducing, fans turning up en masse to appearances on important speak shows like "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," "Jimmy Kimmel Live!" and of course, their historic performance in the American Music Awards, exactly where they became the first Korean boy band ever to carry out. Their recognition overseas seems to possess come as a surprise to even BTS, however they see a constructive chance in their higher profile. "Lately, we [have] begun to understand our influence on people, particularly on our fans. We just hope that, with BTS, several people today in the world will feel consolation and healing, and share their stories, regardless of whether it be grand or small. We seriously would like to be a portion of such a cool world!" It makes sense that BTS would be somewhat taken aback by their influence on their fans. Their followers, known collectively as "Adorable Representative M.C for Youth" or acronymized as ARMY, are notoriously organized, and capable of mobilizing the band's fanbase across social media platforms to impressive impact; it was coordinated campaigns by fans that have led to significant market awards like the Top Social Artist Award at final year's Billboard Music Awards. So expansive is their influence on the net that BTS holds far more sway than even the most addicted social media figures, beating out names like Justin Bieber and Twitter's most infamous user, Donald Trump, because the most tweeted about celebrity in 2017. Fans waiting for Korean K-pop band BTS noticed at 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' on November 15, 2017 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by RB/Bauer-Griffin/GC Photos) Russian bots notwithstanding, BTS also managed to outdo the American president to get a Guinness record for Twitter engagements, earning a mind-boggling 252,200 retweets per tweet on average (Donald Trump averages around 98,000 likes and retweets). So regardless of what any individual could feel...in regards to Twitter, it's basically BTS' planet. You happen to be just living in it, Donald. visit here to findout more info about bts members profile

[praamicon-blog]

BTS: The K-Pop Group That Ultimately Won America More than

In 2017, in the event you asked most Americans to name just a single Korean performing artist, odds are higher the answer would have been a resounding "BTS." Known as "Bangtan Sonyeondan" in their dwelling of South Korea, this seven-member boy band has grown from a local pop sensation to a worldwide phenomenon that is created "K-pop" a household word in households which have possibly never even looked at South Korea on a map. How did they do the impossible, and crack the elusive and highly-competitive American industry? Not just crack it; smashed it to the tune (no pun intended) of 1.six million song downloads, over a billion on the web streams, along with a veritable army -- literally "ARMY" as their fanbase is identified -- of screaming admirers at every single look on their current U.S. circuit. Irrespective of that those fans, for the most component, don't truly have an understanding of the Korean lyrics of important hits like "DNA" and "Mic Drop." That hasn't stopped BTS devotees from singing along in phonetic approximation, screaming the band members' names in unison with their patented "fan chants," and, maybe most crucially, from buying their record. The group's most up-to-date album, 2017's Enjoy Yourself: Her, sold practically 1.5 million physical copies, in line with South Korea's Gaon chart. (PROBYN BECK/AFP/Getty Pictures) That makes them, by a long shot, the bestselling K-pop album of 2017, and arguably the most prosperous K-pop act of all time -- remarkable any time you take into consideration the demand they've been in a position to generate in English-speaking markets. It is so exceptional, in actual fact, that it really is earned members Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, V, Suga and RM, a well-deserved collective spot on the 2018 Forbes 30 Beneath 30 Asia list, an accolade that BTS is pleased to share with their supporters. "We feel lots of men and women have helped us come this far," the band mentioned, in an emailed interview with Forbes. "We have observed the list in newspapers, sometime previously. Becoming a aspect of it truly is [a] great honor." Formed in 2013 by little-known South Korea label Significant Hit Entertainment, the band initially favored a a lot more hip-hop bent prior to refining their sound. Their rise to fame wasn’t some overnight item of mass promoting and savvy pop packaging. BTS constructed their fame deliberately and unhurriedly, with slow burn albums like two Cool four Skool, O!RUL8,two?, and Skool Love Affair, which collectively comprised their "school trilogy" series and identified moderate results in South Korea and Japan. By 2016, BTS had began their hypersonic rise to international fame. Their second album, Wings, broke records because the highest debut of a K-pop album inside the U.S., and just a single quick year later, they smashed that record when Really like Yourself: Her peaked at #7 on the Billboard 200. (Image Group LA by means of Getty Images) BTS These numbers are not just meaningless figures. The group's on-the-ground help in the U.S. reflects the mania the band is capable of inducing, fans turning up en masse to appearances on significant speak shows like "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," "Jimmy Kimmel Reside!" and needless to say, their historic functionality at the American Music Awards, exactly where they became the very first Korean boy band ever to perform. Their recognition overseas seems to have come as a surprise to even BTS, however they see a positive chance in their high profile. "Lately, we [have] begun to realize our influence on men and women, particularly on our fans. We just hope that, with BTS, lots of individuals in the world will feel consolation and healing, and share their stories, regardless of whether it be grand or little. We truly would like to be a aspect of such a cool world!" It tends to make sense that BTS would be somewhat taken aback by their influence on their fans. Their followers, recognized collectively as "Adorable Representative M.C for Youth" or acronymized as ARMY, are notoriously organized, and capable of mobilizing the band's fanbase across social media platforms to impressive impact; it was coordinated campaigns by fans that have led to big business awards just like the Best Social Artist Award at final year's Billboard Music Awards. So expansive is their influence on the net that BTS holds extra sway than even by far the most addicted social media figures, beating out names like Justin Bieber and Twitter's most infamous user, Donald Trump, as the most tweeted about celebrity in 2017. Fans waiting for Korean K-pop band BTS observed at 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' on November 15, 2017 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by RB/Bauer-Griffin/GC Photos) Russian bots notwithstanding, BTS also managed to outdo the American president for any Guinness record for Twitter engagements, earning a mind-boggling 252,200 retweets per tweet on average (Donald Trump averages around 98,000 likes and retweets). So regardless of what any individual could possibly assume...in regards to Twitter, it's really BTS' planet. You are just living in it, Donald. visit here to findout more info about kpop music

[a-livebingo-blog]

BTS: The K-Pop Group That Ultimately Won America Over

In 2017, should you asked most Americans to name just 1 Korean performing artist, odds are high the answer would have been a resounding "BTS." Referred to as "Bangtan Sonyeondan" in their house of South Korea, this seven-member boy band has grown from a nearby pop sensation to a worldwide phenomenon that's created "K-pop" a household word in households which have almost certainly under no circumstances even looked at South Korea on a map. How did they do the not possible, and crack the elusive and highly-competitive American marketplace? Not only crack it; smashed it for the tune (no pun intended) of 1.6 million song downloads, over a billion on the internet streams, and a veritable army -- literally "ARMY" as their fanbase is identified -- of screaming admirers at every single look on their current U.S. circuit. Regardless of that those fans, for probably the most aspect, don't in fact realize the Korean lyrics of key hits like "DNA" and "Mic Drop." That hasn't stopped BTS devotees from singing along in phonetic approximation, screaming the band members' names in unison with their patented "fan chants," and, probably most crucially, from acquiring their record. The group's most up-to-date album, 2017's Adore Your self: Her, sold practically 1.five million physical copies, in accordance with South Korea's Gaon chart. (PROBYN BECK/AFP/Getty Pictures) That tends to make them, by a long shot, the bestselling K-pop album of 2017, and arguably one of the most profitable K-pop act of all time -- remarkable any time you look at the demand they've been able to create in English-speaking markets. It really is so remarkable, in truth, that it's earned members Jungkook, Jimin, Jin, J-Hope, V, Suga and RM, a well-deserved collective spot around the 2018 Forbes 30 Under 30 Asia list, an accolade that BTS is satisfied to share with their supporters. "We think a lot of persons have helped us come this far," the band stated, in an emailed interview with Forbes. "We have observed the list in newspapers, sometime in the past. Becoming a component of it is [a] good honor." Formed in 2013 by little-known South Korea label Major Hit Entertainment, the band initially favored a more hip-hop bent just before refining their sound. Their rise to fame wasn’t some overnight product of mass marketing and advertising and savvy pop packaging. BTS built their fame deliberately and unhurriedly, with slow burn albums like 2 Cool 4 Skool, O!RUL8,2?, and Skool Really like Affair, which collectively comprised their "school trilogy" series and located moderate results in South Korea and Japan. By 2016, BTS had began their hypersonic rise to international fame. Their second album, Wings, broke records because the highest debut of a K-pop album in the U.S., and just 1 quick year later, they smashed that record when Like Oneself: Her peaked at #7 on the Billboard 200. (Image Group LA by means of Getty Photos) BTS Those numbers are not just meaningless figures. The group's on-the-ground help within the U.S. reflects the mania the band is capable of inducing, fans turning up en masse to appearances on major talk shows like "The Ellen DeGeneres Show," "Jimmy Kimmel Reside!" and not surprisingly, their historic functionality in the American Music Awards, where they became the first Korean boy band ever to perform. Their reputation overseas seems to have come as a surprise to even BTS, but they see a constructive opportunity in their higher profile. "Lately, we [have] begun to recognize our influence on people, specifically on our fans. We just hope that, with BTS, lots of men and women in the world will really feel consolation and healing, and share their stories, whether or not it be grand or smaller. We genuinely wish to be a aspect of such a cool world!" It tends to make sense that BTS could be somewhat taken aback by their influence on their fans. Their followers, known collectively as "Adorable Representative M.C for Youth" or acronymized as ARMY, are notoriously organized, and capable of mobilizing the band's fanbase across social media platforms to impressive impact; it was coordinated campaigns by fans that have led to major market awards just like the Best Social Artist Award at final year's Billboard Music Awards. So expansive is their influence online that BTS holds a lot more sway than even the most addicted social media figures, beating out names like Justin Bieber and Twitter's most infamous user, Donald Trump, because the most tweeted about celebrity in 2017. Fans waiting for Korean K-pop band BTS noticed at 'Jimmy Kimmel Live' on November 15, 2017 in Los Angeles, California. (Photo by RB/Bauer-Griffin/GC Photos) Russian bots notwithstanding, BTS also managed to outdo the American president for any Guinness record for Twitter engagements, earning a mind-boggling 252,200 retweets per tweet on average (Donald Trump averages about 98,000 likes and retweets). So despite what everyone may possibly feel...when it comes to Twitter, it's essentially BTS' planet. You happen to be just living in it, Donald. visit here to findout more info about kpop members profile