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spacevixenmusic · 1 year

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Unfairly Maligned Games, Vol. 1

Games I loved that got low scores, review bombed, or have some other weird negative stigma attached to them that I think is unfairly earned.

NOTE: I don't believe in giving games a number score or a letter grade. Maybe I'm just bad at criticism or very easy to please, whatever.

Battleborn [2016]

One of my personal favorite games of all time, Battleborn was advertised as a hero-based PVP shooter with MOBA mechanics that unfortunately came out right alongside one of the biggest games of the PVP shooter genre ever released (Overwatch). Thanks to this poor timing, Battleborn - along with several other similar but different games - was doomed to failure, choked to death by Blizzard's infinite marketing resources and predatory Free Play Weekends that just mysteriously happened to occur on the same weekends as its "competitors" major updates, DLC releases, promo events, etc. Battleborn is no longer available to play ANYWHERE as of January 2021; so few people played it after it was review bombed as "the game your mom bought you when you asked for Ovewatch for xmas" (yes Blizz fans used that fucking Simpsons meme TO DEATH, it's their one joke they have about Battleborn) that the game's servers had to be shuttered so the money could be funneled into Gearbox's much bigger cash cow release at the time, Borderlands 3.

Sour grapes aside, Battleborn was in many ways the game that many people actually wish Overwatch was now. In addition to the PVP game, Battleborn had a co-op campaign mode - complete with a story, cutscenes, and unique character dialogue depending on who you brought to each mission - which could be played for character XP (ability tree unlocks), random gear loot (for use in either campaign mode or PVP), and character cosmetics. The 30 playable characters were wildly varied in terms of design and gameplay, and yes I have to point it out every time, Battleborn had both "cute tiny animal in a mech suit" and playable black women BEFORE Overwatch did. The game also featured a very impressive and highly slept-on visual aesthetic that felt like every Saturday Morning Cartoon I ever grew up with from the 80s/90s, featuring a wild blend of 3D and 2D animation that all the other hero PVP games WISH they could have matched.

And damn, dude. If you like Lore in your video games, there was a TON of material written for this one. And I'm not just talking about supplemental media like a comic or a wiki or an interview about cut content or whatever. I mean there was a metric FUCK TON of additional world-building material right there in the game. Each character came with a set of challenges you could complete which would give you the usual XP and money, but also unlocked a fun little tidbit of Lore about the universe. These came in the form of short stories, recorded conversations, email logs, forum posts, shipping manifests, and even fully voiced segments explaining details about each character, who they were, why they were fighting this war, and some fun little ways of explaining how their weapons or abilities worked. For example, Reyna holds her laser pistol on its side, gangster-style, because she wanted to use a very specific gun model, had its internal parts stripped out so she could use an ammo clip of a much stronger caliber than that model was supposed to be capable of, but in order for the chamber to reload correctly, the gun had to sit a bit cockeyed. And that fun little nugget is just sitting there, right in the game, for you to discover! It's fucking cool as hell!

Now I know you're itching to make a joke about there only being like 15 people who even played the game. Yes, I've seen the Active Player Steam charts meme. It's true, Battleborn had a very small, but also very dedicated, community. Despite that, there were so few people playing that we all ended up making friends with each other pretty quickly. It was one of the friendliest PVP communities I'd ever been a part of. We knew there weren't many people online, so we created an environment that felt comfortable for players new and veteran alike. Many of us are still friends today, outside of the game. Because there were so few people online, we also got to play regularly with Gearbox devs and game writers, and even one of the voice actors responsible for at least three of the game's characters (plus a few NPCs!). We organized and hosted our own events, got official backing from the devs for Double XP weekends, held art jams and hashtag celebrations. Hell, I even used my love of this game to jumpstart my serious foray into music by making an entire album of songs for its characters (complete with a bunch of commissioned fan art from the community)!

(art by Leaddybum)

So yeah. Rest in peace, Battleborn. You were ahead of your time and the hate and harassment you got from The Gamers was completely undeserved. I will always keep hope alive that you'll come back to us some day. Maybe as a sequel, maybe in a new format. There was so much more left to explore in that universe.

May our battle never end.

#unfairly maligned games #battleborn #ask me about this game motherfucker #TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS GAME #I dare you to come at me cause I will preach my love of this game forever and a day #also it's 2023 and OVERWATCH STILL SUCKS SHIT #FUCK YOU BLIZZARD

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duhragonball · 9 months

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It really feels like DBS ought to have either done away with the filler episodes or not spent so much time building the team for the tournament. Doing both just made the stretch between the Zamasu arc and the ToP feel like forever and a half. Personally I could’ve stood for none of the waffling between Buu and Freeza saving Krillin’s two-parter for the tournament prep, but even then there’d still be 17, Tien, Gohan and Piccolo to dedicate episodes to. At that point it’s a question of “does this character need 20+ minutes of justification to fight in this tournament to prevent their universe from being erased?”

For me, I think the biggest insult was when they "introduced" the Universe 10 team, but nine of theme were in robes so you couldn't see them, which completely defeated the purpose of introducing them at all. Then they did another scene where Gowasu films them for a GodTube video as a team-building exercise, and they're still in those damn robes.

I thought maybe the reason for this was that they hadn't finished designing these characters yet, and maybe there's some truth to it, but they seemed to have enough details worked out to show some of them being bigger than others, and one of them is floating. Maybe they thought this was some sort of cool secret that they didn't want to give away, except U10 was one of the worst-performing teams in the entire tournament, so it's not like these were memorable characters that needed to be saved for a big impactful debut.

In DBS's defense, I guess there may have been production details that required a long delay before starting the Tournament, and scenes like this one helped them through it, but I'm pretty sure the simplest explanation is that they wanted the anime to run for 131 episodes instead of 110 or whatever. That way they'd make more money.

And you're right, it's silly to have any character waffle over their participation in the Tournament of Power. Why would anyone refuse the call when the stakes are so high and the situation so dire? If they were going to struggle over this sort of thing, then they should have done stories about searches for even greater warriors to fill the teams out. Goku's recruitment of Frieza was controversial, but it made sense. So would the Supreme Kai searching for other fighters on unknown worlds, or the other universes trying to find their own solutions.

But in the end it still all gets settled at the tournament. U6 had some tricks up their sleeve, but they didn't need a filler episode to set up. Their Namekians just kicked ass when the time was right, and then they briefly explained how they fused with all of their fellow Namekians right before the tournament. Kale and Caulifla revealed their fusion earrings and there was a flashback to explain where they got them, but even that was barely needed. For that matter, Frieza really didn't need a long introduction. Just have the team show up with him and they can fill the audience in on the deal he made.

#dragon ball #dragon ball super #ask duhragonball

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southparkdoodlesandstuff · 1 year

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Notes on SP eps

SP eps I forgot to take notes on the first 3 I do it later lmao fell free to use these stamps for edits or anything

S4. ep16 6:11 Cartman s l i d e s s4 ep17 1:55 Ike and Kyle wholesome s4 ep17 8:03 Mr.Hanky and his wife need to s4 ep17 16:07 KYLE EHAT THE HECK???? s5 ep1 17:54 Uncle Jimbo is a homo (WHAT s5 ep4 11:38 DON'T THINK I DON'T SEE YA s5 ep6 14:39 "Sit down Kyle" Can't ">:("

s5 ep7 00:30 "Scream for me btch" "AAAA" s5 ep7 15:12 "We gotta get rid of the gorls"

s5 ep8 21:01 Highly streaches s5 ep9 14:52 "We're speaking English rn does that make sense???" s5 ep9 21:58 "?!??!?!?" (Idk tbh s5 ep10 12:50 *Background shinanigans the boys and res to town laughing lmao) + Sometime later in ep Style moment lol s5 ep12 I just really like Tolkien's voice s5 ep13 21:00 FCK HIM UP KYLE! (Also dude Kenny really is cared for) s5 ep14 (Entire ep) Butters dude. That is messed uuuupp. s6 ep2 17:00 A SIMPLE LIL MOTAGGGE s6 ep3 4:30 "Star trek dude has an axe in bg) STAN KYLE AND CARTMAN I WILL PUNCH YOU STOP GASLIGHTING MY SON + 16:02 I love robbary and fraud I'm a shoplisting

s6 ep4 3:30 THE WAY THEY ROLL 3:58 STAN BE COMMITING CRIMES 4:30 "W h a t??" Bebe has some other ideas 6:32 THEY GOT CAUGHT 10:47 Kyle take off your hat what the hell 15:25 "Don't have a dad Mike not gonna work" 16:00 FIghting in background 16:40 Stanley :((( Has sores Stan is one big pussy

s6 ep5 6:55 STAN's NOSE PINCH LMAO I low-key really like this ep the subplot of Cheif tryna contorl his TV is gold lmao 14:13 They're excited 18:40 "We'll kill butter's later!" 20:05 "WHOOOO YEAHHHHH!!!"

s6 ep6 5:30 REALITY TV (reanimated THIS) 9:19 are they breaking the 4th wall???

s6 ep7 IDK WHEN BUT TWEEK SINGS HMMER TIME

s6 ep8 4:20 The boys chillin (Where's Ken?) 5:15 Tweek: "I'M A WHAT?!" 7:08 Craig: Walks away 7:42 Kyle: "Get the **** of here." Pure disgust

s6 ep9 4:20 Kyle is confusion It looks really funky witht the art style 14:35 SP creators :DDD 16:28 TWEEK HAS A MISSUL LAUNCHER

s6 ep10 4:50 WHA ape grunts 5:20 I feel you Wendy 7:17 Girls no :( 10:04 "Bebe you're still cool" 13:15 "HAOHAOHA" 16:00 Jeez fanon bebe is insanely inaccurate 17:25 Cute Parent Marshes moment 19:00 HOW WENDY 21:04 THE BOYS ARE HUGGINH

s6 ep11 6:34 Craig deffo got them tall genes 8:58 "I didn't mean to! (be abducted)" 11:40 "Im nugh dune wiuth mgh pizza…" 19:57 "Oh god our parents are so stupid dude." + cute moments 21:20 HELP STAN-

S6 ep12 1:45 "Mrky" Ok Current realization "KENNY!" 8:11 "Maybe you got brain cancer" "YOU THINK!?" "Cartman don't get brain cancer." 20:11 I'm scared for new Randy

s6 ep13 11:59 "I'm not playing anymore." s6 ep15 7:40 DAMN STAN. 9:25 LET KENNY WATCH FATSO 11:00 Psychic Stan ("No I'm not!") 13:47 Stan pinching his nose 16:30 Stan you're still in the school why are you slaming the door 17:53 Kyle: :o

s6 ep16 4:10 Stan nose pinch again :D 7:10 Stutters duo on an adventure (entire ep) 8:40 "They're lying" 11:40 "how many parents have you enacted revenge on??" 12:21 "18,000$" - "How bout 5 bucks." 13:18 this entire scene is geuninlly interesting to see knowing Eric's character It showcases his COMPLEXITY WHEN DEALING WITH PEOPLE 15:55 POP OFF STAN 16:30 Cartman can speak spanish?? Dude he's dedicated. 17:50 Stan is smart

s6 ep17 (Throughout the ep Jimmy sings <3) 6:16 TWEEK YOU'RE NOT CRAZY 11:50 Kyle and Cartman interaction lmao 14:21 the way Jesus specifies "Eric" Cartman lmao 14:30 JESUS HAS A GUN 15:40 I'm packing 17:40 "Dude this is pretty fcked up." 19:22 Idk who these kids are they're in a different style and its a little odd. 21:10 NVM THIS IS THE SAME 21:20 KENNY! KENNY'S BACK! DUDE WHERE THE HEEL WERE YOU????

S7 ep1 0:50 IKE IS NOT A WEPON KYLE Cartman??? Dude you good?????? I HATE HOW CALLED OUT I FEEL BY THE SCIENCTIST IN THIS EP HE THINKS EXACTLY LIKE ME There is a scene somewhere where Kenny pulls his Parka "Oh shit did we do that??" 20:00 KENNY NO

s7 ep2 1:30 "Oh I'm a dork huh :(" 2:45 Stan and Kyle dealing with Cartman's bs 7:45 Epic scene with Jimmy and Timmy 12:10 An attempt was made to sit 14:40 "Holy guacomole!" 23:30 "Me too-"

s7 ep3 3:50 "Lets go Kyle!" 11:27 "We're not Killing kyle" "Mrph!"[Yeah!] 14:40 "Whoa-o-ok thank you." 16:15 "A present from jesus himself!" Looks up 16:18 TButters? 18:59 Roblox coil sound

s7 ep4 3:34 "SHUT UP AND STUDY." 6:30 Why is he puttign so mcuh effort into the walk 7:47 Uhhh pop off Gerald?? 7:57 STAN NOSE PINCH 8:25 Kenny fucking leaves 13:55 Randy has talent 21:22 Kyle nose pich + "I- I don't know"

s7 ep5 (didn'r take anything ig"

s7 ep6 2:12 "Why won't she let me eat the piee." 3:40 Kenny is an artist (for twitter.) 4:13 WHAT ON EARTH IS THIS CONCLUSION 4:26 TUCKER??? CRAIG'S LONG LOST SIBLING? 5:05 Cartman has no right to be this detailed for a fatass 5:15 Kenny :((( 7:17 Sign languages Kyle: "What?????" 8:34 "hehehe thats gay" "hehehe we're gay" 9:16 "GRRRRR!" 10:27 The girl is so cute though 17:48 WDYM THE MCCORMICKS??? 18:20 "Kenny it doesn't go pekwwww it goes BANG BANG BANG"

s7 ep7 2:44 "26,000 DOLLARS?!?!" 5:30 CHEF!! 5:45 "We've had such great times here" CHAOS WHEN??? 6:51 Kennys cute here 9:17 Sharon and Randy moment 12:57 THOMAS TUCKER'S HEIGHT HELP

s7 ep8 00:55 KENNNYYY'S DESIGN 1:20 We're you guys waiting for the bus how tf are your switching to machovers 1:45 3:55 "OH MY GOD WHERE IS MY HOMEWORK I AM FREAKING OUU~U~UT!!" 4:45 YES CHEF 5:15 Well. Uh. I guess dreams come true. 11:12 KYLE WHERE TF DID YOU KEEP THAT 12:22 why is Liane there she's a whor-

s7 ep9 1:00 The kid's music tastes 2:10 Cartman being an ENTJ 2:54 Tolkien looked really epic 4:40 KYLE WHAT DID YOU DO? "I DON'T KNOW D:'" 8:45 "Why would I be looking way over there??" 10:30 Cartman tugging at Kyle's hat 16:56 Uh- 21:00 HELL YEAH TOLKIEN BEAT HIS ASS 21:25 YES BUTTERS YESSSS

s7 ep10 6:54 "GARALD WHERE ARE THE BOYS??" 8:00 SWEEP THE KIDS 9:26 HELP THE LINE MOVING LIKE A WORM 11:04 "I love youh guys, except for you kyel" 11:15 KENNY HOODIE PULL 13:00 Idk i just love this scene with all the kids :DD 18:17 Stan's Gang devising a plan

s7 ep11 CASA BONITA 1:30 "I have never been a dck to you!" 10:32 CARTAMAN? 11:20 I swear to- 12:00 cartman's little dancin 12:30 Butters singin 14:00 this entire scene with Eric. 17:00 why is Kenny wearing a tuxido over his parka. 19:31 ERIC SPEEDRUN GO

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frankendykes-monster · 1 year

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Since you're a (somewhat ironic) Ben 10 fan, could I ask if you have any favorite characters/aliens?

Let me start out with this: my love for Ben 10 is wholly serious. The multiple series in their entirety might be my favorite children's cartoon at this point, it wasn't until the past few years that I remembered just how thoroughly obsessed I was with it growing up only to then spend years on end never giving it a second thought. This is entirely thanks to The Ink Tank over on YouTube, which has sort of become the central hub for Ben 10 fans all over the Internet. The ironic part comes in with the fact that Ben 10, nor Alien Force or Ultimate Alien or Omniverse, were really GREAT shows. I'm glad people like the Blind Wave crew or whomever are watching it for the first time and enjoying it, but I seriously could not look at another person and tell yeah this is something you should dedicate some time to.

For favorite aliens, amongst the classic roster, the ones I immediately fell for when I was 7 and the series debuted were Wildmutt and Ripjaws. They really sold that, yes, Ben is turning into other species and not dedicated "superheroes" with power sets which was something that got lost in the shuffle down the line (I got reminded recently that Gwen tells Ben "there's got to be SOMETHING Jurryrig can do" as if aliens actually do have unique powers and shit.) The original Ben 10 was still at the end of the era wherein "gross out" was still a thing in cartoons and that's well expressed in the show's aesthetic; Ben turns into organisms that are "slimy, freaky, fast, and strong." As soon as you get to Alien Force all of Ben's arsenal is supposed to be cool and have this mystique about them, so Swampfire (smells bad), Goop (slime alien), and Big Chill (bug alien) don't have the same mild "gross factor" that they could have in the original series.

Though now my favorite of the original 10 is definitely Ghostfreak. I don't really care for Ghostfreak actually being Zy'Skarr even though every strand of DNA containing an ectoneurite's consciousness is a great concept. I just like Ben being able to turn into an alien that's also a full-on ghost: can turn invisible, phase through solid matter, float, and his eye moves around his body in the black grooves!

I'm kind of out of sync with what a lot of Ben 10 fans consider their favorites from the classic series, kind of just now warming up to XLR8 and DiamondHead, loving Cannonbolt, WayBig was always great, etc.

I just knocked Big Chill a moment ago but honestly Big Chill is great. Freezing bipedal moth with fold-up wings that can resist extreme temperatures. Of the Alien Force 10 I originally loved Humongousaur because dinosaur but now it's like, yeah Ben used him way too much. Big Chill's Ultimate form is alright, like everyone I'm not entirely sure how it works ("fire so cold it burns...") but extremely large blasts of plasma energy that quickly turn into chunks of ice are a nice visual that I don't think I've seen anywhere else. Alien X I feel like I have to comment on just because Alien X takes up pretty much all the breathing room amongst fans discussing the series just because when you have an alien that can is completely immortal and indestructible and can alter any aspect of reality with but a thought (with a huge * next to that), it's inevitable, though personally I wish he did get a bit more use.

Best Ultimate? Ultimate Echo-Echo.

Ben 10 mostly taps into the same frenzy as Pokémon does, so having something like Ultimate transformations is kind of superfluous but I'll be damned if I'm not a sucker for some Ultimates. You're telling me now Ben can become a more powerful weaponized version of aliens? How can you not love that. They left a lot to be desired in execution however with rarely a fight scene feeling like it required the use of one, but Ultimate Echo-Echo was a consistent exception where it seemed like shit just got real everytime he showed up and did things that Echo-Echo just wasn't capable of like, uh, hovering and being able to fire off sound blasts that could temporarily restrain a nuclear explosion.

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tiredassmage · 2 years

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7 & 8 for the swtor asks? :)

Saving this for after work was the correct choice (and also I overslept, oops >.>) bc bOY WERE WE BUSY. So thank you, this kept me a bit more sane, lol.

ask list here!

7. Which player voice actor is your favorite and your least favorite?

To probably no one who has seen an ounce of my content ever, I'd listen (and... have... by playing) to the Male Agent for hours. I think I'm up to 3 male agent ocs and the urge to make more? Constant. Inescapable. More than likely inevitable, tbh. I'm a glutton for the punishment of Imperial Agent story, apparently. Just leave me where I lie, there is no saving to be done.

Female Smuggler gets an honorable mention as well because I adore her. I adore the humor of smuggler. I adore the sass, the take no shit.

THEY HAVE THE RANGE!

Anyway, my least favorite is... probably either of the Jedi Knights, I think. Side by side, they don't feel as distinguishable from one another as some of the other classes. The job is done; I've played both at least through the class story and I wouldn't mind doing it again just looking at voice acting, but I feel like other classes have a bit more pop and variety. Or maybe I've just played my Knights too predictably akdfnlksdnflsdf.

8. Name your top favorite companions.

Oh man. Oh boy. How do I pick??? Y'know what, maybe I'll choose violence. Maybe I'll pick my favorite from every class. I've played them all. I could do that. (It's just as daunting to consider as it may be to read.)

Preface: I think my faves are largely story-based in my reasoning - I like their story, I like how they're engaged in the story, etc. Very rarely do I swap companions because of a felt need in gameplay given everyone's capability to do anything, but I have done so for story reasons.

Okay, I decided I'm insane enough to try to pick one from each, so since that's quite a list, find that beneath the cut:

We'll start with Agent, my beloved, and Vector. The Friend The Agent Needs. No more need be said. I want to hug them. I hope he's having a good day. One day, I'll do his romance, too. Dot stop playing male agents challenge. (I'm such a creature of habit.)

Bounty Hunter's a tough call because I found myself fond of practically the whole damn crew. Real found family vibe. Idk if I love one of them so much over the other as much as I just appreciate the crew's dynamic overall so, so much. The level of interaction and mingling with the crew just felt so much higher or hit so much harder than a lot of the others that I'd rank BH as a class story relatively high on my list solely for companion interactions.

For Sith Warrior, again, to little surprise if you've heard me open my mouth, Malavai Quinn. Ironically and slightly unironically my "he did nothing wrong" bastard. I'm, unfortunately, so incredibly attracted to this smart idiot of a man. The repression of feelings to explosion of passion and dedication in his romance is chef's kiss kind of shit. They're lying if they're trying to convince me that this man isn't a disaster bisexual. He's just. So insanely pretty. I'll forgive him even if I ever make a character that won't.

I think Talos is probably my favorite Inquisitor companion. Whoever said we were robbed because we don't have an Inquisitor x Talos romance in-game? You're so right. Dude has a cool name. Love this history nerd. He's so incredible. I am so pleased he was still being bright and bubbly on Elom. Miss him.

Trooper is hands down Elara. Constantly tip-tapping like a very excited, happy dog when I see I can talk to best girl. I love her story. Her romance is incredibly sweet. She's the single thing that got me through a 2nd Trooper playthrough.

Smuggler's another no competition in favor of Bowdarr. I want to give this Wookie so. many. hugs.

Kira Carsen for Jedi Knight. Again, no competition. The friendship is so, so sweet.

And Jedi Consular is a tough one to round out on. I have a lot of love for basically the whole crew, but I think I'll have to go with Qyzen for being bestie original MVP. I'm so glad we get to build a friendship with him because I don't think we get to see Trandoshans in quite this same light anywhere else in the game.

And also Theron Shan. I can't do this list without him. Sir, I'd die for you. Sometimes you're an idiot and I love you. Insert, after all, why shouldn't I romance Theron again meme here.

Honorable mention to Major Anri. I'm love her. If I have to fuck with her directly in saboteuring of the Empire, I'm going to feel SO many emotions. Keep me in your thoughts kan;fladnkfl;dsf.

#answered #swtor #swtor player asks #dot talk

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atomic-thomas · 7 months

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(Fake ASMR Commission) Sailing With The Undead Pirate Queen [Part 2]

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*just play the sound of the open ocean for the entire audio. this whole thing takes place out at sea*

"Ahhh, the smell of the open ocean. It's been ages since I felt so invigorated. It beats the smell of low tide any day."

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"Yes, I can still smell. What, did you think being undead removed my senses? I've been able to interact with you this whole time without issue."

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"What's it like. Well, being undead has some perks, but also some downsides."

"On one hand, I have several advantages over normal humans. Unnatural spiritual strength, desensitization to pain, an eternal body & no need for essentials like food or water. The afterlife is a self-sufficient existence.

"But on the other hand, it feels... Physically uncomfortable. I mean... Just look at me. The lower half of my body is skeletal & the upper half is comprised of putrid, gross, rotten flesh. I emit a horrible stench. My body is cold. And worst of all... I'm hideous. I used to be so pretty when I was alive."

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"You think I'm still pretty. Come on. You don't have to senselessly flatter me. I know you don't really mean that. I'm basically a walking corpse. I literally look like death."

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"Okay, well... Even if you are serious, how are you not bothered by the stench? The smell of decay is foul."

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"I still smell better than a skunk. Wow. So the bar for compliments is really that low for me, huh? It's better than nothing I suppose."

"Just why are you acting so peachy anyway? I did try to kill you earlier, you know."

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"You think I'm... Cool. Well... Yeah. I suppose it makes sense that you'd think an Undead Pirate Queen is cool. I thought you were getting cozy because you know I respect you now."

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"No, that's not a problem at all. You earned it. You fought for your life, I saw that fiery determination in your eyes, you gave it your all &... It was a good enough display in the end. I see you as an equal. Someone I can clash swords with to get my thrills. Cure my boredom. Assuming we meet again of course. I don't really know what's gonna happen after you & your crew return home."

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"Oh, don't fret about it. I won't force duels upon you if you're not in the mood. And even if we did fight again, it would just be friendly competition at this point. I like you."

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"No, not in that way you silly swashbuckler. Someone like me can't be in a relationship. I'm a feared pirate legend. The queen of crime. The scourge of the sea. And in my eternal existence... That's all I can do. Raise hell until the end of time."

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"Well, no. I don't technically have to. But it's not like I can restore my humanity. I'm dead. I'm too far gone... So far down this rabbit hole... Even in death... That nothing else can be done. My existence would be pointless otherwise."

"I shall spend all of eternity being the villain that I've always been known for. Killing... Stealing... Wreaking havoc on the Seven Seas with this rickety old ghost ship. All while being accompanied by the spiritual blue flames of my loyal crew."

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"I do love my crew very dearly. They're basically family to me. I treat them with kindness & care. And in return, they show me their dedication."

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"Not very pirate-like. What do you mean? Did you think I keelhauled them or forced them to walk the plank if they made a single mistake? No one's perfect. And besides... Being cruel & merciless to those who are close doesn't exactly command respect. I need their loyalty. If I'm gonna be the boss, then I wanna be the best damn boss there ever was. We even used to partake in Sea Shanties to keep our morale up."

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"Oh... You're curious about the spirits of my crew themselves, huh? Well, from what I've observed, their spirits appear to have aspects of literal fire. You got stranded on that island because my crew set your ship ablaze. So they're clearly capable of causing physical burns even in death. It's quite extraordinary."

"I've also noticed that if they're in water, their spirits persist as a faint glow. And when they're out of water, they reignite as if nothing happened."

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"I'm not actually sure if they can control their flames. Are you asking if you can touch one of them without getting burned?"

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"Well... Let's find out then, shall we? Hey! One of you there. I need a volunteer to test something for me."

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"You'll do just fine. Now... Try touching our new friend here without burning them. I want to know just how much control you have over your flame."

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"Hmmm... Interesting. You appear to be fine. How does it feel?"

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"Pleasantly warm. I see. So my crew really does have control over their fiery spirits. Fascinating. Even in death, they still manage to surprise me."

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"It'll be a while before we make landfall. I wonder if that blasted kraken will show up again."

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"Truth be told, I don't know if it's even still alive anymore. It's been many years since that fateful day. It may have died of natural causes... Or it could've been slain by formidable forces."

"Or perhaps... It may still live... Lurking beneath us just waiting to strike at any moment."

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"Yohohohohoho! Fear not, matey. If that beast does show it's wretched mug again, we're far more prepared this time. Not only do we have strength in greater numbers thanks to you & your crew... But me & my crew have further advantages.

"A mortal creature cannot kill what no longer lives. The blazing spirits of my crew will roast that kraken alive. Then we can dine on delicious fried calamari afterwards."

"I dare that behemoth to show itself! It'll be the last mistake it ever makes."

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"Nothing. Hmmm... Well, no matter. I don't care either way. Regardless of what happens, I'll see to it that you & your crew make it home safely. And once we part ways..."

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"I'm not sure how I intended to finish that sentence. What will you do? Venture out to sea to pay me a visit? Clash swords in a friendly spar perhaps? I may act vile towards those who haven't earned my respect, but you're special. A pirate's honor."

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"How would you find me. Well that's easy. I can just send out my crew to patrol the ocean. You're bound to encounter at least one of them. And when you do, they can lead you to my ship. It's really that simple."

"For now, just kick back & enjoy the ride."

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THE END

#Fake ASMR

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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NO BCZ LOOK!!! AHHH- 😭😭

I don't think she's understanding 😭 ykw I've totally given up ATP whatever happens happens. This adult life is hard bro 😭 i can't believe I'm gonna turn 19 someday 20 DOESN'T SEEM FAR AWAY IM- 😭

I'm scared to work honestly, first of all its gonna take a lot of time to actually find one and when I do find one how TF am I gnna socialize, what if I mess up and stuff YK i overthink beyond my own good 😭 but I've still got it together.

Oh damn those are some good ass certificate options but I was thinking of something related to creative things, like..graphic designing or maybe makeup skills. Girl,everyone has been telling me to do that bcz they say "you have great makeup skills" bcz one time I put on amazing eyeliner 😭 it literally took me like 15 min to do both eyes but I think I might try tht too, imma do everything i cn. EVERYTHING!!! NO FCUK MY RELATIVES DISRESPECTFULLY 🙄 my dad is always cool with whtv descision I take but then mum is always like "maybe u shouldn't.." MOM!! 😭

OMG YES I WEAR MY MOM'S JEWELLERY TOO!! 😭 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME!! I rmr, i wore my mum's choodha gurl it was so beautiful them red bangles Ohhhh 😭

See my grandmother was like the it girl of our family I'm not even kidding, her style choice, was elite and she gv me those b&w movie actresses vibes, and she was literally the queen. I was her favourite. Ahem, and yeah, so she was also a little petite and skinny so many of my relatives say tht I look like her which is like the biggest compliment ever bcz imo she's the most gorgeous person ever.

And so my mom made me wear her saree and...😭 God, I felt amazing!!

OMG YES PLS DO SEND ME EM I AM HAVING THE URGE TO SEND YOU SO MANY PICTURES OF MY PINTEREST BOARD IVE SPECIFICALLY DEDICATED TO CLOTHES 😭

Yes I think I might be turning into a woman 😭 (OBV I AM!) if you look into my closet I only hv dresses and hoodies and tops and pants, you won't believe i wore a fucking dress to my cousin's engagement 😭 and i was the only one wearing a dress. Which i honestly don't resent but, sometimes I do wish, that I dressed up beautifully and traditionally.

Bro seonghwa is 6 yrs older thn me which is fine for me 😭 considering, my parents hv the same age gap [I'm just stating this I promise I'm not a delulu, (or am i?]

hello 😭😭😭 as i was answering this i saw the one u just sent dvabdh

DO NOT. EVEN. BEGIN.

LMFAOOOO no cause yeah whatever happens happens, what can we even do 😭😭STOP bc when u hit 20, i shed actual tears bc in a few years i gotta marry someone found leave MY ROOM?????? The whole “aged 20 years, but my parents aged too” hit me also, pls be prepared for it <3

GIRL use the brown parents connections? your dads friends office job? ur moms neighbours store, anywhere literally somehow someone knows someone?? nepotism, give kjo a fight,,,wait no those are also good courses to do! omg u could be a make up artist and teach me 🥰,, SEE IF UR GOOD AT WHY NOT??? the market is huge, weddings happen every day, u can absolutely do and get the $$$ the graphic design one omg pls also do that, u can start ur own lil Etsy shop and sell ur designs?

“OMG YES I WEAR MY MOM'S JEWELLERY TOO!! 😭 YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME!! I rmr, i wore my mum's choodha gurl it was so beautiful them red bangles Ohhhh 😭”

STOPPP THEY GOT THOSE VINTAGE GOLD AND PEARL CHOKERS AND EARRINGS AND THOSE HUGE NECKLACES FAAAMM THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EXPERIENCE!!! omg???? those must the so pretty 😭😭😭 did ur mo wear a pink, red or a rusty orange wedding outfit?? i always see those colours and its always moms who wore those colours who were baddies,,, WHY DO ALL GRANDMAS HAVE THE BEST SAREES????? those banarasi ones >>>>>>>> ur grandma it girl rightfully so, got ur grandpa wrapped around her finger,, u need to tell me ur style icon omg any actress

girl u better mf gatekeep these acc OKAY PLS FBDNBV heres a rly good suits store, super pretty lehenga’s from here (i have the first one and it’s GODLY) some jewelry stores,, (they’re all based in india so it should be easy to ship unlike me who hotta spend 100$ for shippings 😭) LET ME SEE UR PINTEREST BOARD PHOTOS I WILL EXPOSE MINE NFGBDBFQJ it is a process, ur growing, this is so fun jvjvjvk

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starfall-spirit · 2 years

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A Court of Twisted Wisdom

Summary: See ACOTW Masterlist

Chapter XIV: Showing Cards

Orlon I've always been an early riser. It appeared Ayla had the same trait. At least she did this morning. My parents still believed she needed watched, and the training that was ground into me agreed. My instincts however let me watch from afar, letting her have her way on the field.

Dressed in a tunic and comfortable pants she fought an invisible opponent, practicing basic and advanced drills. At last I started her way. "You've been watching me for half an hour. Care to work on some hand-to-hand, pretty boy?"

"So you're willing to tolerate my company now?"

"Long enough to knock you on your ass, I suppose."

I chuckled, having read her patterns, already memorizing her weak spots. "You're forgetting who has the advantage sweetheart. I know every dip in this field. I watched your techniques."

"We'll see. I don't need to play spy to know how to defeat every opponent.."

She lunged, immediately taking an offensive position. Good. Let her wear herself down. We'll switch roles and victory is mine. It'll take minutes. Her blows were precise—predictable. It wasn't long before I noticed a change in her breathing. Her stance. It wasn't labored or sluggish. Her pace and patterns shifted as if she had focused in with tunnel vision while noticing every aspect of the fight. Utter calm with the potential to kill. What the hell had she trained in to take that stance while my blood had started to roar? This was a technique for war-trained Fae who'd lived for centuries.

Each blow she landed or took, offense or defense became more advanced by the second. She hadn't shown me a hint of her training. Twenty-six years old, she'd said at dinner last night. Roughly my age and I was being worn down while she'd been working before I came over. "Damn," I cursed when she finally claimed victory. "I dread the day we hand you a blade."

"I warned you you'd lose." She smirked, starting a cool down routine. "First thing you need to know, prince, is that I'm no stranger to a fight. The second is that I never show all of my cards. Especially when someone's watching from the shadows."

"You were going easy on me."

She winced as she did a hamstring stretch, likely straining something there. "My father is a has extensive training as a warrior and my mother hates being weaker than her opponent, be that mentally or physically. Next time you and I can try a battle of wits, prince."

I rolled my eyes. "Maybe you aren't royalty, but I'll let you in on something. Titles aren't meant to mock people." She shrugged, but I didn't miss the little glint in her eye. "Your focus technique. What was it exactly?"

"Remember my hidden cards?" And with that she waltzed away.

I scrambled after her, keeping her pace. "So, have you thought any more about that premonition?"

"The what?"

"Look, we had the exact same dream. What else would it be?"

"I'm no seer, Orlon. Unless you've got a big secret, neither are you. It's a freak coincidence—"

"Bullshit."

"—and even if it did mean something, my dedication lies with my court. I'm more interested in going home and talking to my family than snooping around some creepy cave with weapons I've never seen."

"And that guy?"

"I hope he is on my side and not hung up on this like you. He can keep on enjoying life in his world. Just as I will once I figure out what happened to me."

"Ayla, come on." I frowned, taking a breath to continue as she broke off to another path. Back to her room, likely. I knew I had pushed too hard for today. I wasn't just gonna give up on this. Let my family think I like the girl, but every second I can get with her I'll work to persuade her. We had to find this guy. Soon. "Give this a shot?"

"Have fun searching."

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yoonpobs · 3 years

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back-burner | 02

some shine brighter than the rest but it gets dark sometimes

PAIRING. min yoongi x reader

GENRE. sister’s best friend!au, best friend to lovers!au, sorta frenemies?to lovers!au, angst, *slow burn*, smut, fluff

WARNINGS. one-sided pining (?), longing, sibling jealousy, heartache :(, academic/life insecurities, parents comparing you to your sibling

WORDS. 3.1k

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You stare at the screen, blank-faced and rather moody as you slump further in your seat.

Your parents can't be bothered to nag at your long face, and even if they did you wouldn't have listened anyway. It's not unusual for you to act up at an event you were unwillingly dragged to, especially when the said event was meant to celebrate the achievements of your ever-perfect older sister while you played the part of the black sheep of the family.

But you suppose completing her PhD at only twenty-six years old was a highly impressive feat that you couldn't even put be a Debby downer towards. Haerin worked hard and you witnessed all of her hard work with your own eyes. From pulling all-nighters and scheduling excessive meetings with her mentor—she's done everything at the top of her game, and it clearly paid off when her published works were used and praised by top universities across the world.

So when she walks up to the podium, back straight and a smile as wide as she was taught to have, you can't help but think how pretty damn cool she was. Even if you were begrudgingly compared to her every waking moment of your life.

Haerin is the poster image of elegance when she adjusts the collar of her blouse right before she beams at the crowd in front of her. When she skims the crowd, you briefly see her eyes rest on your family and that's when your mother decides to flail her arms around to catch her attention.

You sink further, burning at the embarrassment of suddenly being on the big screen. It's an odd look, you nearly scowling while your parents smile brightly in pride. You try to fix your face, but it's to no avail when you realise that you'll always look like a raging bitch no matter how hard you try.

When she speaks, her voice is smooth as honey and crystal as clear waters.

"Good afternoon to the dean, fellow academics, graduates and honourable guests," she recites gracefully with impeccable precision, never once looking down to her script.

You hear your mother choke on a sob as you try not to roll your eyes at her dramatics.

"It's an absolute honour to be standing on this stage and giving this speech to people that I've looked up to throughout my academic journey," she says, beaming to the Professor that helped her through her PhD who stands next to her before she's taking another deep breath.

"Often, we look up to people who have numerous awards and recognition under their name," she smiles, "But we tend to forget that these people—like me, and like you—are simply humans ..."

You know what Haerin is saying is probably some phenomenal, philosophical concept that has people oohing and ahhing alike, but you really couldn't be bothered to hear her wax poetic. After all, philosophy was her forte after she's dedicated her twenties to studying that field of study.

She says people clap, some cry, it's an average day witnessing Haerin's impact. You're more than used to seeing her be celebrated like she was a God amongst mere mortals, so used that you don't even notice the person that slides into the seat next to you.

"You look bored."

You blink, barely catching yourself as you turn your head to the source of the voice.

The words get stuck in your throat when you finally acknowledge your new guest, lips tilted slightly upwards as he levels you with an amused smile.

"I'm not," you say as you clear your throat, "Just tired."

"So, bored," he chuckles.

"At least I got here on time," you snap back, mostly in embarrassment at being called out.

Yoongi shoots you an unimpressed look before he's turning back to focus his attention on your sister who's still gathering her applause like it was nothing.

"You know I had a shift at the ER," he says pointedly.

"Yeah. So don't nag at me for things that are out of my control, okay?" you say with a roll of your eyes.

Yoongi smirks to himself before shaking his head.

"You're in a mood," he muses.

"Why wouldn't I be?" you mutter under your breath as you fold your arms across your chest. "I have to watch my older sister collect awards left and right like Thanos collects his infinity stones. How do you think I'd live up to that?"

Yoongi laughs, a little louder than you'd expected as you spot an elderly lady who glares at him. Your parents are way too focused on recording Haerin from every angle possible to greet your new guest so they don't even notice the sound coming from him.

Yoongi stays silent for a beat before he turns to you, face neutral as you shift nervously in your seat at the fact that you'd likely overshared.

"It's whatever, I'm just jo—"

"You don't have to live up to that," he finally says.

You blink, slowly turning your head to see Yoongi shrugging at you with an unreadable expression.

He's always been a little hard to understand, but he was understanding. You suppose you'd take what you could get.

"Easy for you to say," you snort, "You don't have a legacy to live up to."

"No, I don't," he grins, "But I know you."

You narrow your eyes at him as he gives you a reassuring look as if he was able to explain to you how he truly knew you.

Frankly, you didn't doubt him. Yoongi was one of the few people in your life who stuck around despite your erratic tendencies, or even when you were brattier than usual. Though you'd really like to attribute it to the fact that he was a nice person in general, or that he cared about you—you knew why he stayed as long as he did.

And that thought sends a bitter expression on your face.

"I don't think you do," you mumble, focusing back onto the stage where your sister seems to collect her umpteenth award for the day.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. The cheers grow louder, and you suppose Haerin had said something sensational once again when the audience stands up to give her a standing ovation. You wish you could feel bad that you missed out on the latter part of your speech, but you knew that people like her didn’t rely on luck to receive recognition. It was just her.

So, you stand up, plaster a tight smile that hides the inhibition that ferments in your chest and let the claps drown your thoughts.

Haerin smiles, and she looks as beautiful as ever. You look away.

“You made it!” Haerin’s voice is bell-like when she spots Yoongi hovering behind your parents who have already doused her in hugs and congratulations.

“Of course I did,” he returns with a roll of his eyes, but even then, his arms immediately reach out to wrap around her petite frame.

You force yourself to glance away when his eyes grow soft as she beams up at him with her charming smile.

“I know the hospital gets really busy this time—”

“Stop,” he sighs, shaking his head good-naturedly while you’re essentially forced to absorb their conversation like an outsider; stomach unsettled when her giggles melt perfectly along with his own laugh. “This is an important day for you. I’d never miss out on this.”

You’d like to think that you were relatively good at shielding your emotions. You survived twenty-two years by suppressing the anger that bubbled for whatever reason because Haerin was out there achieving greatness. When you were in a household that only valued excellence, anything but that was sourly shoved aside.

But now, your face is tight. Tighter than usual, at least. It’s to a point that your mother sends you a scowl, a warning in her eyes when she looks over at you.

Don’t ruin this for Haerin, it says.

Before you can excuse yourself, your father’s resounding voice cuts through the atmosphere.

“Yoongi’s always taking good care of you, Haerin,” he says fondly, smoothing a hand over your sister’s hair while her eyes grow into crescents at his statement.

“He is,” she agrees softly.

“It’s nothing,” Yoongi chuckles, pulling away so your sister can fully settle into the embrace of her father while he smiles proudly at her.

You wonder what it’s like. To have eyes on you like you’ve hung the stars in the sky.

Instead, your eyes drift to the dirt beneath you.

“He’d be a good husband,” your mother whispers, nudging Haerin as her face flushes in mortification.

You bite your tongue, swallowing the bile that threatens to spill out of your throat at the idea.

It wasn’t a new one, but it’s one that you can never grow used to. Not when it was so possible, and so expected. It’s only a harsh reminder that whatever you were feeling would always be shielded anyway. Especially when it wasn’t your emotion to feel, to express.

Not when Haerin and Yoongi were the pair made in heaven.

“Mom!” she hisses, right before offering Yoongi an apologetic smile.

He doesn’t even bat an eye. He simply smiles at her, shrugging his shoulders as if it didn’t bother him. You nearly scoff because it definitely didn’t. Why would that bother him? Haerin was perfect. It makes perfect sense.

They were perfect for each other.

Your voice gets stuck in your throat, and it’s commonplace that you’ve yet to utter a single word in Haerin’s presence. The limelight is always on the one that offers substance, not the one misguided and misdirected. You don’t mind the disregard; you were used to it.

But the tenderness in Yoongi’s gaze is hard to get used to.

“Anyway,” she coughs, shaking your father’s grip off before she’s grinning widely at you. “You’re here too!”

Haerin has always been kind.

She’s someone that all sorts of parents use as a role model for their own kids. Study hard so you can be as intelligent as Haerin. Mind your manners so you can be as classy as Haerin. Do this, do that—so you can be like Haerin.

It was you that held the animosity.

“Of course,” you mumble, offering her a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes before she’s tumbling into your chest.

You’re taller, but that never negates her presence. The way she takes up space in all the right ways, with her brightness and her charm that could captivate anyone.

You had the height, but you were only half the person Haerin could ever be.

“Thank you for coming,” she whispers, grabbing onto your shoulder when she nuzzles her face into the crook of your neck.

“Why wouldn’t I,” you mutter, stiffly patting her back.

“You’re busy, I know.” You nearly roll your eyes because she was the one with a PhD. Not you.

“Not really,” you concede, and you note the bored expressions that mark your parents’ face.

You don’t even want to see what Yoongi thinks.

Haerin pulls away just enough to shoot you another smile. You wonder what it’s like to truly look so happy all the time. You suppose when you don’t have to pretend it’s much easier to smile the way Haerin does.

“You’re working with grassroots aren’t you?” she asks cheerily, and you’re mildly surprised that she remembered.

“Uh, yeah but—”

“Haerin! We want some pictures out front of you!” Your mother interjects, immediately pulling your sister away as she yelps at the sudden force.

Your face returns to its stoic state, not the least bit surprised that your parents were disinterested in hearing your involvement in grassroots. It wasn’t the elite thing to do. They always made a stern reminder to you to keep their names out of the loop when you were working with activists across districts.

So when Haerin offers you a pout and an apologetic expression, you only shrug before you’re pulling away yourself.

Your parents don’t shoot you another glance before they’re dragging Haerin away, animatedly discussing her offers from top firms that valued her publications.

Only then, do you remember that Yoongi still remains silent. It’s almost humiliating that he’s witnessed that exchange, but it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. And you know that he’s witnessed the worst moments, but the reminder never failed to sting.

It’s because the light shines so bright on Haerin that he may just get lost in your darkness.

“That’s cool.”

His voice interjects just as you turn on your heel, stopping you from moving any further as your eyes rest on the path before you.

You don’t say anything, and he takes that as his cue to continue.

“Haerin always tells me about what you do,” he says, walking up to your side until he’s directly in front of you that you can’t ignore his presence. When you look up, Yoongi still looks monotone, but his eyes are still kind. And they’re trained on you. “You’re a driven person.”

That makes you scoff.

“You’re really going to tell me that after you just saw my sister receive her PhD?” you say dryly.

He frowns. “That doesn’t make you any less driven of a person.”

You note that he doesn’t even compare you to her. It sends a warm feeling to your stomach.

But reality hits, and you suppose it’s because you couldn’t compare yourself to Haerin when she was in a league of her own.

“You don’t need to comfort me, okay?” you sigh, “I’m used to it. My parents love what Haerin does and it doesn’t bother me. In fact, it’s easier to get away with working with activists when they aren’t all up in my business anyway.”

Your words earn a small twitch from Yoongi’s lips, and you’re wondering what he finds so funny.

You realise that Yoongi tends to find a lot of the things you say amusing. You weren’t even that much of a funny person. You were far more boring than your sister, so you genuinely wonder what runs through his mind.

Before you can pose the question, he shrugs with a gentle shake of his head.

“I’m not comforting you,” he says pointedly, raising a brow at you when you snort at him.

“Could’ve fooled me with the unwarranted pity party you were throwing me with your eyes,” you say, narrowing your gaze at him.

Yoongi laughs, shoulder shaking before he peers down at you with his cheeks rounded in amusement. You hate that your heart still stutters in your chest even after everything you’ve witnessed. Even when you vividly picture how right his arms looked around your sister.

“I called you driven and now it’s a pity party?” he laughs, hand reaching out to squeeze your shoulder as you nearly jump at the contact. “You really need to fix your comprehension skills.”

It’s light-hearted, and you’re used to Yoongi poking fun at you. You were virtually the only person you’ve ever seen him truly joking with, not even with your sister.

Haerin was more mellowed down, less crass than you were. So the time for jokes was, well, there were definitely jokes but you don’t think (or know) if she and Yoongi have laughed until they cried.

You know you have, but you don’t sign off that possibility. There were things that Haerin and Yoongi did in private that you never allow yourself to indulge in.

Your heart would never survive.

“Maybe you’re just bad at getting things across,” you retort.

He smiles. “Maybe. But I meant what I said.”

“I fail to see how me working grassroots who have volunteers from all over makes me driven,” you mumble.

Yoongi stares at you a second longer than you anticipated. And you find yourself squirming under his gaze.

His eyes are always intense, even when you know that there was no malice underneath his irises. Yoongi was naturally just an all-in person that made it very hard to breathe around him. Especially when you knew that he was observant and could pick apart almost what anyone was thinking.

Sometimes, you were terrified that he saw right through your emotions.

“People have different modes of transport in getting to where they belong in life,” he says.

You blink, furrowing your eyebrows at him, confused. “What?”

He glances to the side, stuffing his hands into his pocket as a small smile appears on his usually blank face.

He looks stunning this way, jaw chiselled and emphasised by the natural light and the way that his forehead remains exposed with his hair styled back. It’s devastating, but you can’t help but stare.

“We all have different starting points and different endpoints,” he says matter-of-factly, “Some people are good drivers—so they take cars. Metaphorically, at least.”

“Yoongi, what are you even saying,” you deadpan.

He ignores you and continues.

“Some people don’t feel comfortable driving, so they take buses, or bicycles, or even go by foot. Or have people drive them places.” His voice is smooth when he carries forward, and you’re still lost at the point he’s attempting to make. You wonder if this is the influence of Haerin’s philosophical knowledge.

“Different modes of transport means taking different routes. A car can’t travel in water, and a plane can’t park in a garage—they all essentially serve their own purpose effectively in the medium that they were made to serve it in.”

You’ve always known Yoongi to be extremely introspective, but you’ve never heard him wax poetic about transportation vehicles before.

But as always, you listen. You always do, especially if it’s him that’s speaking.

Finally, he looks at you, and your heart nearly lurches out of your chest when his eyes soften at your gaping expression.

“Point is, we’re all driving to our own destination points, and each journey is unique to each person,” he says softly as your breath hitches.

“But I’m no Haerin,” you mumble quietly, finally speaking and finally understanding what Yoongi was getting at.

“You aren’t,” he concedes as you feel your heart drop. But he picks it up immediately with his reassuring grin and the hand that smoothes over your hair comfortingly. “You don't have to be.”

You feel your cheeks grow warm, and you hope he doesn’t notice.

“So don’t knock yourself down just because you’re heading in a different direction than she is,” he says, “You’re driven. And you’re doing great in what you do. That’s all that matters.”

When he looks at you once more, eyes honest and pure with his hand resting over your head—

You realise that Yoongi does know you.

But perhaps, it isn’t enough.

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sirenascales · 3 years

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-> Prize Worthy 18+

Your best friend brings you to an underground fight club. Oh boy.

Underground fighter!Hanma x F!Reader

4,008 words

cw: SMUT, nsfw, car sex, protected sex (very good), violence and blood

note: @nameless-shrimp this is dedicated to you lmao also I'm not good at writing out fights 😭 pls leave some feedback, thanks! ❤

The warehouse was old, run down and possibly dangerous, and you could only stare at your best friend in absolute disbelief as she bounced along beside you, her pretty face lit up with unadulterated anticipation and excitement.

"Keiko... what the absolute fuck?" you stammered out, causing the pretty girl to burst into a fit of giggles. She brushed some of her black hair away from her face, sending you a look that spelled nothing but trouble. "You're freaking me out!"

"Oh, relax! I wouldn't bring you here if it wasn't safe!" Keiko exclaimed as you two walked among a small crowd of others towards the door of the warehouse. You gave Keiko a dirty look, making her giggle again. "Trust me, you're gonna love it."

"I'm sure," you deadpanned, earning a grin from your best friend. There was something about this place that creeped you out, not to mention, just what the hell were all these people here for?!

"You're fucking shitting me," you said in disbelief as you two finally walk inside the warehouse, eyes immediately drawn to the caged fighting ring set up right in the middle of the large space. Keiko took your hand, dragging you all the way down to the metal barrier that separated the forming crowd from the ring. "Keiko, what the hell? Is this what you've been doing lately?"

"Isn't it cool? I found out about this place a month ago," Keiko explained, leaning against the barrier. "My coworker, you remember Emma, right? Her boyfriend is a fighter here and she brought me here."

You blinked in surprise. "Emma? I never expected her to be into this kinda stuff, let alone you."

Keiko giggled yet again. "Well, yeah, Emma's brother runs this. It's a secret so you can't tell anyone. I had to ask Mikey if it was okay for me to bring you."

You stared at her, bewildered. Who the hell was Mikey? Who was Emma's boyfriend? And just how the hell did you end up standing in the middle of some damn underground fight club? Your mind whirled as the crowd grew, all until you heard the slam of the main door closing and saw a few beams of bright light shining down on the ring.

Things were starting way too fast for you, the roaring cheer of the crowd startling you as the first match was already being announced. A large man stepped into the ring, garnering boos and cheers alike. He was scary with tattoos all over his bare torso, his face pulled in a mean snarl.

"And next up in the ring, one half of the Twin Devils, Smiley!"

Keiko let out a loud, excited cheer as another man with peach colored hair sauntered into the ring, a large smile on his face as he took in the cheers around him. The smile absolutely creeped you out, but Keiko on the other hand was swooning, hearts in her eyes.

"Smiley! You got this!" she yelled, immediately earning the man's attention.

Smiley looked over at Keiko, his smile turning into a smirk before he winked at her. Keiko squealed, face red and you couldn't help but be a bit amused with your best friend, even in this situation.

"Keiko..."

"Isn't he handsome?"

You shrugged. "I mean, I guess? How do you know him?"

"I don't," Keiko said with a grin. "I just think he's a good fighter."

And a good fighter he was, from what you saw when the match started. It was brutal from the start, not a helmet or any protective pads in sight. It was all bare knuckled, and you winced along with a few others as Smiley's fist cracked against his opponent's jaw.

'Cause Smiley wasn't just good, he was vicious, his smile never leaving his face, even as he pinned his opponent down, blood splattering as he punched the man repeatedly with both fists.

"Die! Die! Die! Die!"

Needless to say, Smiley won his match, the crowd cheering and already rushing with adrenaline after the bloody fight. Keiko cheered the loudest, seemingly unphased as she watched Smiley leave the ring, heading to the barrier to exchange fist bumps with some folks.

"You are scaring me, Keiko. There's a lot I have to learn about you, huh?" you teased, though still feeling very bewildered about the entire situation as you shook your head. But a shadow soon hung over you both and you looked over to see Smiley, his attention right on Keiko.

Not a word was said as Smiley took his bloodied hand, cupping Keiko's jaw. The cheer from the crowd was deafening as he brought her in closer to him, their lips locking in a heated kiss. Your jaw was on the floor.

After straight up making out for a moment, they two separated, not saying anything as they stared each other down. Then Smiley leaned in and whispered something in Keiko's ear, making her nod before she whispered something back. It ended with Smiley stealing another kiss before he walked away, a smug look on his face.

"What the fuck was that?" you demanded, hands on your hips. "And what did he even say?!"

Keiko grinned, her face still flushed, eyes a bit hazy as she began to explain. "Okay, I don't have to explain the basics of underground fighting, right?"

"I think I can figure that out."

"It's just pure fun, and the adrenaline here gets everyone pumping. The guys fighting are the real fucking deal, and it's all done for money. I can't fully explain it, but Mikey's system is flawless. That's why he's never been caught."

"Okay... and what about that kiss? I thought you didn't know him!"

"Well... that was Smiley claiming his prize." At the look on your face, Keiko laughed loudly. "The winners of their fights get to pick out a girl in the crowd he wants for the night. All they have to do is come out here and kiss them. Of course, she can always decline, but why would you wanna do that?"

"I... I don't know what to say..." you responded, looking back out into the ring as the next match was announced, one fighter already inside. "...and you say you found this place a month ago?"

Keiko hummed. "Uh-huh, only been to two fight nights though..."

"And who did you sleep with last time?"

Keiko grinned. "His name is Ran."

You couldn't help but laugh, looking up when the crowd started to cheer again as a man with black hair stalked towards the ring. The sides of his head were shaved and you noticed a dragon tattooed decorating the skin on one side. Before he got into the ring, he walked to the barrier and from your spot, you could see him lean over and give another girl a light kiss.

"Oh, that's Emma, right?" you asked, recognizing the girl.

Keiko nodded. "Yep, and that's Draken, her boyfriend. He is actually Mikey's right hand."

You nodded slowly. Now that you were finally coming to terms with things and where you were, you figured you could sit back and enjoy the, well, enjoy the violence. The bloody violence which seems to have gotten more intense as the fights continued on into the night. Even the mat inside the ring was stained with blood, and you thanked whatever entity there was out there that you didn't have a weak stomach.

Soon, the last match was set to start, and it was when the first opponent walked into the ring that your breath had hitched in your throat.

He was... God damn, he was incredibly handsome, his black and blond hair pulled into a ponytail, a lazy smirk on his face as his gold eyes scanned the crowd. He cracked his knuckles, relishing in the fact that he got more boos than cheers.

"That's Reaper," Keiko whispered in your ear, just as his gold eyes found yours. You couldn't look away. "He's scary good, that's why no one likes him."

Reaper tilted his head just a bit, eyebrow arching up as he held your gaze. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes, them shining in amusement when he slowly licked his lips and you quickly looked away.

"R-right..." you stuttered, keeping your eyes away from the ring. Keiko snickered.

"He's still looking at you."

"Sh-shut up!" You hated your heart for pounding so hard.

But regardless, the fight went on and started, and you could see what Keiko meant when she said Reaper was scary good. It looked like a damn cakewalk for him inside the ring, his skill apparent in the way he ducked and weaved his opponent's hits, all before landing swift punches of his own.

That seemed to piss his opponent off even more, fueling his anger and making the fight all more intense and dangerous. The crowd was eating it all up, and you couldn't keep your eyes off Reaper, and the way the wicked grin on his face never left.

God, dammit he was fucking hot.

"And the winner is... Reaper!"

He held his hands up in victory, stalking around the ring and just eating up the boos and jeers. He was smug, even with his bloody knuckles and face. He hopped out of the ring, walking along the barrier and to your horror surprise, right towards you.

"Hey, Keiko," Reaper drawled and she rolled her eyes at him in response. He chuckled, leaning against the barrier and turning his head to look at you. "Hey, you're a new face."

You gulped, the distance between you two being less than even two feet. He had his arms on the barrier, his hands hanging off and you could clearly see the two tattoos on his hands. Punishment and Sin... how fitting.

"Well, I'm a newbie here, so yeah... good fight out there," you managed to answer him, earning a smirk. He lifted his hand up and you gasped softly when he cupped your jaw, the same way Smiley had grabbed Keiko's.

"Thanks, and you're my prize," his thumb grazed on your cheek. "What do you say? There's an after party later tonight, and you should meet me there."

You glanced at Keiko and she just couldn't hide the shit eating grin on her face as she waited for your answer. You were even aware of some others watching like it was some kind of spectacle. You sighed, turning back to Reaper and smiling softly.

"We'll see," you told him simply, leaning in and kissing the corner of his mouth. The crowd reacted accordingly, and you couldn't help but hide your face as Reaper threw his head back and laughed, way too pleased with your response. You casted a glare at Keiko, leaning in to whisper harshly in her ear.

"And what is this about an after party?"

Unimpressed. You were unimpressed as you sat on the leather two-seater, drink in hand. Smiley sat next to you, and Keiko was on his lap, the two making out without even caring that there was an active party going on. Sure, you supported Keiko and her hoe adventures wholeheartedly, but you were just a bit anxious, especially since you've managed to avoid Reaper twice now since you arrived at the party.

You weren't afraid of him or anything, and you were sure he wouldn't hurt you, but just... he made you anxious. You knew what he wanted with you, and it freaked you out and excited you all the same.

"Just go screw him already," Keiko scoffed, smacking Smiley's hand away as it tried to creep up her skirt. "What's the worst he can do? Dickmatize you?"

"I actually hate you," you groaned, rubbing your forehead before standing up from the couch. "I'm going outside to smoke."

"Okay, baby. If I'm gone, you know where I am!" Keiko exclaimed and you rolled your eyes, not even answering before you headed outside.

Once the cool air hits your face, you take in a deep breath, the muffled music from inside the large home nothing but background noise now. You took a cigarette from your pack, placing one between your lips. You dug in your pocket for your lighter, but a hand suddenly shoots out, flicking the lighter it held on. Blinking in surprise, you looked at Reaper, his eyebrows raised and a coy little smile on his face.

"You stalking me now?" you asked, accepting the light from him and soon taking a drag from your cigarette.

He laughed. "Nah, I came out to smoke," he answered, holding his own lit cigarette between his fingers. You blew out some smoke from your nose, nodding your head at him before leaning back against the outer wall of the house.

"Well, smoke with me then, Reaper," you invited. "Maybe I'd finally decide if I wanna sleep with you or not."

He barked out a laugh, taking a drag and blowing the smoke out. "Call me Hanma," he started, flicking some ash with a slight movement of his fingers. "What's holding you back?"

You shrugged. "I honestly don't know. Probably 'cause you're a stranger? Or maybe I just saw you beat the shit outta somebody. Why do you fight, anyways?"

"Why not? It's fun," Hanma answered you honestly. "And beating the shit out of people makes me feel alive."

You snorted. "So you're crazy," you said, blowing some more smoke out from your nose. Hanma shrugged his shoulders.

"Aren't we all?"

Silence fell upon the two of you as you finished smoking. Heaving out a sigh, you glanced over at Hanma, giving him a once over as you tilted your head. He was tall, handsome and strong. A good fighter and obviously very dangerous. What was stopping you from sleeping with him?

"Still deliberating?" Hanma asked, amusement in his voice. Your cheeks heated up and you huffed indignantly. That made Hanma chuckle and he stuffed his hands in his pockets. "You don't have to do anything with me. Just know that if you give me the green light, I'm taking you to the back seat of one of these cars and bouncing you on my cock."

He grinned at your reaction, taking pleasure in how you almost choked on your words, your eyes going wide in shock, but you couldn't hide the heat in them. Couldn't hide the way your body had been singing for him the entire night.

Sure, you were skittish and would turn away and avoid him, but the hesitancy, the way you licked your lips as you pondered on what to do, just made him want you more.

"Well I mean... okay..." you finally decided, thinking what the hell could it hurt to get in a good lay?

Hanma wasted no time in grabbing your wrist, pulling you with him toward the line of parked cars along the road. He quickly checked the doors of each one, saying a small "a-ha!" as one opens. He then spins you around, pressing you against the car and pressing his lips against yours in a deep kiss.

You felt as if fire was set through your veins, air leaving your lungs as Hanma quite literally took your breath away with his kiss. You grabbed onto his arms, clinging on for dear life as you returned the kiss as best you could.

Hanma easily took charge, one large hand cupping your chin while the other moved down and around to grab your ass, pulling you closer to him.

"I wanted to fuck you since the fight," he whispered against your lips, reaching and opening the back door of the random car. "Get your ass inside."

You nodded, still a bit brain dead because of the kiss. The car was actually a truck, the back seat more than big enough for you two to fool around. Once inside, Hanma pushed you on your back, kissing you again while he worked on getting your jeans off.

"The fuck you had to wear pants for?" he grunted, yanking your jeans down, your shoes somehow ending up in the front seat.

"It's not like I planned to get fucked in some poor bastard's car," you spat in response. Hanma didn't even bother with your panties, and with another impatient grunt, he sat down on the seat.

"Get on my lap."

You glared at him, grumbling under your breath as you did as you were told. "Bossy." Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers playing in his black and blond hair. His hands massaged your thighs as he kissed you again, fingers moving up and pushing into your panties to feel on your already soaking pussy.

"Damn, already?" Hanma teased, gently circling your clit with his fingers. He watched your eyes flutter close, a sweet moan leaving from behind your glossy lips. Hanma groaned, pressing his lips on yours as he continued to rub on your clit, grin getting wider with each of your moans.

"W-wait..." you said breathlessly, mind clearing up for just a second. "Do you have a condom?"

Hanma hummed softly, his free hand digging into his pocket and producing a small foil packet. "You can even put it on."

You groaned, kissing Hanma again all while he continued to play with your pussy. It was getting hot in the car and you could already feel sweat on the back of your neck. But you didn't care, not when Hanma's tongue was in your mouth and he pushed two long fingers into your heat. You moaned loudly, tossing your head back and exposing the expanse of your neck to the fighter. He didn't hesitate, latching his mouth on your soft skin, aiming to leave it littered with bruises and bite marks.

He wanted to claim you as his, and this was just the start. Making you lose yourself on his fingers and then his cock. You were the prize he chose for his victory, and he planned to use you well. First in this car, and later when he finally gets you in his bed.

"Please... it's not enough," you whined softly, pathetically trying to fuck yourself on his fingers. They curled right up against that one spot that made you see stars, your back arching. "Fuck, Hanma please!"

"What?" Hanma said, laughing lowly. "I gave you the condom, right? Put it on. "

Nodding absentmindedly, you shifted yourself back as much as you could, now pressed against the back of the driver's seat. Hanma's fingers slipped out from inside of you and you groaned when he made a show of sucking his fingers clean, his eyes closing as he savored your taste.

"Fuck, you taste good," he hummed. Hurriedly, you unfastened his jeans, Hanma lifting himself up a bit to allow you to slip them and his underwear down enough for his cock to come free.

You bit your lip at the sight, shivering slightly as you almost drooled. God, was everyone about this man so pretty? And did he have to have such a smug look on his stupid face? Though you didn't want to observe any longer, ripping the condom open and pulling out the rubber.

You stroked Hanma's cock a few times, earning a groan from him which made you grin. You slipped the condom, licking your lips excited as you straddled his lap again. Reaching down, you pulled your panties to the side, Hanma grabbing onto your hip as you slowly sunk down on his cock. Both of your eyes closed, lettings out simultaneous groans of pleasure as he slowly filled you up.

"Oh fuck..." Hanma tossed his head back and cursed, you squeezing his shoulders as he bottomed out inside of you. Your legs already trembled, the feeling of him stretching you out so good sending your body on overdrive. "C'mon, don't just sit there."

You whined, looking at his gold eyes with your hazy ones, bottom lip trapped between your teeth as you start to ride him. You went slowly at first, trying to get used to him, but it wasn't long until the pace was picking up, and the car was filled with the sounds of sex and groans of pleasure.

Hanma pushed his hands up under your shirt and bra, thrusting his hips up against yours as you continued to ride him. Your hands were hooking tightly onto the seat cushion behind him, forehead pressed against his as you both breathed harshly in each other's faces.

"It feels so good..." you whined, the drag of his cock inside you driving you mad. You screwed your eyes shut, moaning and whining repeated as he pinched and pulled on your nipples, all while fucking up into you so good.

The car was shaking as you continued fucking each other, Hanma wrapping his arms around you to hold you to him tightly. He slumped down in the seat as far as he could while keeping his knees bent. With one swift smack to your ass, Hanma used that position to start pistoning up into you, earning him a nice cry from you that he was sure those at the party could hear.

"Yeah? You like that?" Hanma grunted, one hand moving to move your hair away from your face, before he grabbed your chin to make you look at him. "Look at that face, so fucked out." He marveled at it, seeing how your jaw had slackened while he continued to wreck your shit, free hand moving down to squeeze your ass. "I asked you a question."

"Yes!" you cried out, keeping your eyes on his. "It feels... so good... I'm gonna cum..."

"Then cum," Hanma hissed, both hands now on your hips, pushing you down with each hard thrust he made into you. You felt so fucking hot and tight around him, your lips soft but getting swollen with every kiss be stole from you. He could feel his own high coming, and with a few more hard thrusts, you were screaming his name, clenching so hard around him as you came undone, that it triggered his own release. He came right into the condom, yet he still made you ride him slowly for a bit, making it last as long as he could.

You both slumped back in the seat, breathing heavily and lips leaving absent touches on any bit of exposed skin they could find. With a groan, Hanma pulled himself out of you, letting you lay on him while he carefully tied up the condom.

"Jeeze..." you hummed after a while, looking over at Hanma with a tired smile on your face. His hair was a mess, but that blissful look on his face made something churn in your belly. You scoffed, turning your head away. "Keep looking like that, and I'll ask for more."

"Ha," Hanma laughed, shaking his head while his own breathing started to even out. "It's cute that you think we're close to finished here."

You looked at him questionably. "What d-"

"Oh no! No way! Not my car!"

The shouting outside startled you and you wiped down the fogged up window, horrified to see the one and only Takemichi and a blushing Hinata covering her face in shock.

"Not my truck! I just got it!" Takemichi wailed, in complete despair. You were frozen, only able to give Hinata a very stiff and awkward wave as she took a very quick glance inside. Her face turned even redder and she quickly turned to help her boyfriend who fell to his knees.

"Oh God," you groaned, pressing your face against Hanma's shoulder. You heard and felt him laughing. "Oh, shut up! How are you not embarrassed?!"

That just made Hanma laugh harder and you rushed to get your jeans back on, working hopelessly to make yourself look presentable.

"Don't even bother," Hanma snorted, fixing his pants before looking back at you, eyes still dark and clouded with lust. "Told you we weren't done," he grinned wickedly, and you felt a shiver go down your spine, goosebumps rising on your skin. "Let's get you home."

#tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #hanma x reader #hanma smut #🔞.nsfw #oh yeah omdjdjdns

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Kickstart My Heart Pt.1 (Racer! Yeosang)

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Pairing: Racer! Kang Yeosang × Waitress/Fuckgirl! Reader (Female)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, 80s AU.

Summary: During an era known for its vibrant colors, eccentric fashion styles and rise of new yet unconventional genres of music, the young generation of that time was infamously known for their need to rebel and live their lives rather scandalously and Y/N is no exception. So when a new and attractive man moves into her town, she has her eyes set on making him her next boy toy.

Word Count: 4K+

Warnings: Dumb attempts at crackhead humor, reader is a cold hearted bitch, guy gets dumped in public, reader's friend is lowkey creepy.

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Throwing on the last article of clothing that had been discarded the night before, the young woman shook out her hair, still damp from the quick shower she just took. Picking up her bag, she looked over at the figure still sleeping soundly, the subtle hint of a smile on his face. With a pitied pout on her lips, she walked over to the edge where his face was. Taking out the lipstick tube from her bag, she applied it all over her lips, painting them in the dark burgundy color that she fancied so much and had practically become her signature hue. Bending over, she pressed her lips against the corners of his mouth, giving him the faintest whisper of a kiss before pulling away. A satisfied smirk was plastered on her pretty features as she stared at the lipstick mark on his face, the only memoir she'd leave him with as she had done with countless others.

Closing the front door behind her, she pulled her denim jacket tighter on her body, shivering slightly from the early dawn's breeze that blew across. It was always like that even though summer had just begun, the early morning hours still feeling obnoxiously cool and then transpiring into slightly uncomfortably warm afternoons that had more than one soul in that quaint town grumbling and fussing about the weather. But oh did the evenings feel absolutely refreshing, and that's when everything would start bustling to life.

Having finally made it out of that small residential area and finding one of the main roads that helped her locate where to go, she started heading south towards the all too familiar diner where she had been working in ever since her school days, first starting part time and eventually transpiring to full time when it came time for her to spread her wings and fly out on her own, a feat she had been most anxious to do to get away from the overly controlling nature of her parents. She knew they cared about her, but she herself cared very little about the morals and principles they had raised her with, a common trait all the young people in that town shared: their rebellious and headstrong nature to not conform and go against everything they had been taught thus far. Live their own lives as freely as they chose to do.

And she definitely lived as she wanted to, even if it ended up with a rather bad reputation and ugly labels that rather than infuriate her, she openly embraced, as others had come to as well.

The light twinkle of the bells above the glass door let the person at the register know someone came in and they immediately plastered on their business smile, which quickly faded when they saw who it was.

"You're late Y/N." The minuscule raven haired waitress informed her, eyes never leaving her coworker's figure that came behind the counter and started punching in her number.

"Only by like 7 minutes." She waved her slip at the nonchalant looking girl before placing it back in its respective slot.

"One day it wouldn't surprise me if you just didn't show up because you got too caught up in.... something else."

Chuckling softly, Y/N walked up behind her coworker, hands coming up to ruffle the cheekbone level bob cut hair framing her unusually small face.

"Awww come on Lynn, you know I'd never leave you hanging here to attend customers by yourself. You're my bestie." Y/N assured her, playfully poking her lips out as she tried to place a kiss on her friend, the poor girl craning her neck away as she tended to dislike physical affection.

"I will squirt ketchup on you." Lynn threatened as she picked up the cherry red bottle as a last resort to get her attacker to back away. A rather noisy struggle ensued between both girls, catching the attention of the owner and cook behind the two doors, prompting her to come out and see what was the cause of such ruckus.

"Well I'll be darned. I don't remember paying you youngsters to simply slack off and behave like the hooligans you are." The middle aged woman spoke up, her thick accent becoming more prominent. Although she had a stern look and hands placed at her hips, the girls knew she was not in reality angry at them.

Looking over at the recently arrived girl, the owner closed her eyes and sighed deeply when she took in the attire she was wearing: low cut white tank, ripped denim shorts that left little to the imagination if she bent down, fishnet tights with a few holes in them, and her beloved denim jacket that was almost always on Y/N's body.

"I swear to god, Y/N , everytime I see you wear them rags you call clothes, I feel like my body is about to collapse. Why must you insist on dressing like a common street worker?"

Y/N wasn't at all offended by her words, having grown used to and becoming fond of her boss's abrupt, direct and honest manner of speaking.

"Gotta start looking the part if I'm going to dedicate my life to the occupation." She giggled at her own joke, resulting in the older woman taking the rag off her apron and smacking her with it.

"This little runt, talking nonsense like that- get your ass back in there and change into your uniform. Can't have you prancing around here in those skimpy clothes and have all these men that come here say disrespectful things about you. Nuh uh, not to my girls." She shook her head.

"Yes Miss Audrey." Complying with the woman's wishes, she pushed open the swing doors leading to the back and quickly made her way to the corner where all the employee's cubicles were located. Grabbing the necessary items, she turned and went inside the bathroom to change into her uniform, consisting of a knee length crimson red dress, which she had actually altered so it would be shorter and display her thighs more, the cap sleeves slightly puffed up and the torso part had a trail of white buttons going all the way up to the modest v-neckline, usually most buttons were left undone so her cleavage would shamelessly peak out. Exchanging her black Doc Martens in favor of her white Nike sneakers, Y/N tied her apron around her waist, making sure it was as tight as possible so it would accentuate her curves and give her body a more flattering appearance. As she made her way out, she quickly piled her hair up before securing it with one of the many elastics she kept around her wrists, leaving out a few tendrils to fall on her temples.

Coming back out to start her daily work, she stood in front of Lynn, who merely spared her an unamused glance.

"How do I look?" Y/N asked.

"Like a total slut." Her friend answered in her usually rude way.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N grabbed a spray bottle and a rag. Making her way over to the table that had just finished being used, she quickly picked up the plates and glass, bringing them back over to where Lynn was, who took them so she could wash them in the sink. Spraying the top of the marble piece, she had began her task of wiping down the table when the ringing of the bell signaled new customers had arrived, and rowdy ones at that too.

"Damn! Is today's special fluffy sponge cake? Cause I would sure love a piece of that ass."

Y/N recognized that annoying voice even from miles away, belonging to none other than one of her old classmates, Jung Wooyoung, whom she considered a friend, if he didn't manage to irk her too much. Turning around, she of course wasn't surprised to see him surrounded by his crew of equally idiotic and adrenaline junkie friends, whom she had to admit were pleasant and fun to hang out with.

"Sit your asses down already, I'll be over in a minute to take your order." She told them before resuming her previous task, earning a scoff from the most dramatic of the group.

"Fine customer service! Don't think you'll be getting a tip from me." His words made her nearly burst into a fit of giggles.

"Wooyoung please, you never ever tip whenever you come. None of you, except Yunho." It kinda saddened her that said male unfortunately wasn't there with them at the moment.

"He doesn't tip you, he tips short stack over there." His friend with cat like eyes pointed towards Lynn, who upon overhearing him held up a rather explicit finger in his direction.

"I'll poison your food San." She threatened with a sing song tone.

"Like I wouldn't know that you already spit on it." San spat back, sticking his tongue out in his immature and infantile fashion.

"Can you guys hurry up and order already? I'm starving and we gotta head to the tracks as early as possible." The fiery red haired male known as Song Mingi blurted out, fingers tapping impatiently against the top of the table.

"If little miss g-string would care to hop her luscious ass over here, maybe we could."

Strutting over to where they sat, Y/N harshly threw the dirty rag on Wooyoung's face, causing a faint grunt to come out of his mouth.

"No matter how many times you mention my ass, I'm still not letting you tap it." She firmly stated, making Wooyoung slightly purse his lips outwards in a disappointed grimace.

"So anygays-" Mingi began.

"Umm I think you mean anyways." San corrected him.

Leaning in towards him, Mingi locked eyes on the shorter male and stared him down with an intimidating glare.

"Did I stutter Choi?"

San immediately shook his head rapidly. With a victory smile, Mingi reclined back in his seat.

"I'm just going to get the breakfast platter with some orange juice."

Y/N couldn't stifle her snort when he said his choice of drink, the other two men looking away in embarrassment.

"You've been drinking orange juice since you were in grade school Mingles, don't you think you outta start taking something more grown up? Like coffee?" San suggested and Mingi did not appreciate it.

"Coming from the one who still brings a plushie to sleep with him, your suggestion holds no value or power." He retorted.

"OK SHIBER IS NOT A PLUSHIE, HE'S FAMILY YOU JACKASS!" San sprinted up from his seat, nearly leaning across to grab Mingi by the color, but he was held back by Wooyoung.

Lynn, who had thus far stayed quiet, promptly came up with a spray bottle and consequently doused the untamed boy on his face.

"Bad kitty, bad kitty." She reprimanded him, unable to resist the opportunity to attack her long time frenemy.

"Lynn!" Y/N looked at her with surprise.

"You're welcome." Lynn replied rather monotone before going back to her place behind the counter like she didn't just spray San with disinfecting water.

"There's too many germs going around anyways..." She muttered under her breath.

Without any further interruptions, aside from the rumbling coming out of the boys' stomachs, they finished ordering what they wanted and Y/N sent it over so they could be prepared. Not wanting to be near their loud asses, Y/N went back over to where Lynn was, peeking over to see what she was currently reading in the magazine she held.

"What you reading?" She casually inquired.

"Horoscope section." Y/N wasn't surprised, her friend tended to be into more mystical, eccentric and rather.....extreme with her taste in fashion and music. If Y/N was the one who turned heads for her scandalous attire, Lynn was the one people turned away from in fear when they saw how she dressed. It was a sight that truly made both of them laugh at people's foolishness, well at least made Y/N laugh. Her friend rarely had any other expression plastered on that wasn't utter disdain for society and life.

Unexpectedly, another customer came in. Both girls looked at each other in confusion when neither of them recognized him. Their town was rather small with few people living there, so they deduced that he must be a traveler who probably got lost on his route. He himself looked around nervously, eyes barely lifting up. Y/N couldn't help herself as she took in his perfect face. Big, round eyes with crystal clear orbs, small face with a V-line jaw, perfectly sculpted nose with no sign of defects, skin smooth and blemish free, he looked like a prince out of a fairytale. He was incredibly pretty, yet stood there so awkwardly that it was almost comical.

"Hey Yeosang! You made it! Sit down! I ordered for you in advanced!" Wooyoung surprised both girls when it seemed he knew the stranger and even waved him over to where they sat. The other two boys also seem familiarized with him and welcomed him to sit with them, chatting up a storm already with him.

"Who's that?" Lynn was the one to finally ask out loud.

"Beats me.....but he sure is adorable."

Noticing the way her lips curled upwards, Lynn could already see the wheels inside Y/N's head turning.

"And I bet you're going to go over there and find out- aaand there you go." She ended up answering her own deduction as she watched Y/N happily walked over with a more bright expression on her face, that soon soured when her boss came out of the kitchen and beat her over to the table, laying down several plates of food.

"I knew as soon as I saw the orders that it had to be the lot of you." She scoffed softly as she looked at the boys' grinning faces.

"You know us Miss Audrey, we wouldn't ever think of eating anywhere else but here. You're the best cook in all of town." Wooyoung praised her with a sparkling charm that could have fooled anyone else but not the robust woman in front of him.

"Boy stop trying to tickle my ears, I've known you since you were in your soiled diapers being carried around by your mama, running around and creating chaos anywhere you went. Flattery may work on them poor girls you play with but me? I can see right through ruffians like you."

Turning her head to finally notice the new addition to the group, she looked him up and down.

"Boy who might you be?" She questioned him, earning the ears of the girls nearby to listen in for any valuable information.

"I'm..... Yeosang Kang, nice to meet you." He introduced himself, tilting his head slightly down when he said that.

"He just moved into town this week! He's the new guy who is going to work with us down at the car shop and help on the race track!" San enthusiastically shouted, making the older woman cringe.

"I may be old, but I still haven't gone deaf for you to yell in such a way boy. So...." She crossed her arms and looked at Yeosang again.

"You a racer too?"

Now the girls, particularly Y/N, were more interested in what his response would be.

"I- yes. So it seems." The poor boy looked so flustered, obviously being more of a soft spoken individual, contrasting starkly to the other 3 boys.

Miss Audrey let out a seemingly displeased hum at his answer.

"As if we needed anymore hooligans running wild. We already got enough with the 3 Stooges over here."

The girls couldn't help but snicker at their boss's words, always having a blast whenever she put the boys back in their place. They however looked displeased, glaring at them intensely.

"Shouldn't you both be off somewhere cleaning dishes or making sandwiches?"

Snatching one of the knifes, Lynn held it up and was about to jump over, but Y/N came up in front of her.

"Lynn, no. Just calm down ok? You know they're just being idiots." Y/N reminded her.

Grumbling something in a foreign language no one knew for sure if it was real or not, Lynn put the knife back, squinting her eyes at them before turning around to not look at them again. Y/N giggled softly, finding it absolutely cute whenever her friend lost her cool and collected form cause it reminded her of a chihuahua, barking and yelping at anything larger than itself trying to establish dominance.

Noticing that in her display of aggression, Lynn had inadvertently knocked over a few of the brochures that were on display for people to take, Y/N stooped down and proceeded to pick them up in a casual manner. Standing up, she neatly arranged them properly, making sure they all faced the same direction and the sides weren't poking out anywhere. Feeling as though someone had been watching her all along, she looked at the table of boys, half expecting Wooyoung's smug grin to greet her, but she was completely wrong as it was none other than the new guy who seemed unable to keep his eyes off her figure, staring intently at the length of her skirt. When he realized she noticed, his eyes went wide, cheeks burning up with utter embarrassment. Y/N however seemed unbothered by this. Wanting to test something, she pretended to accidentally drop one of the pamphlets. Bending over, she made sure he could get a perfect glimpse of her cleavage, if he payed enough attention, he'd be able to see that she was in fact, not wearing any bra. Coming back up, Y/N looked over to see the results, smirking when the agape mouth of Yeosang confirmed to her that he had indeed noticed everything.

"Oh sweetheart, you're gonna be too easy..." She had already made up in her mind that Yeosang would be her next target, and she had to put her plan in action. Placing the brochures down, she was about to go over and start flirting with him, until a familiar voice called for her.

"Y/N! There you are!"

She internally groaned when she heard him, wondering why on earth did he not get the hint of ditching him like that, especially when he very well knew about the reputation she had. She tried ignoring him, but of course, he had had to be the persistent type, no doubt thinking he was going to have a different ending than the rest before him.

"I thought you'd be here. You could have told me you were going to be gone early. I would have made you breakfast."

Knowing she had to say something, Y/N grabbed her pad and gave him the fakest smile she was capable of donning.

"Hi, what can we get started for you today? Waffles? Eggs and bacon? Coffee to start off with?"

The trio of friends, having no choice but to witness the interaction due to it happening right in front of them, snickered amongst themselves.

"Oh shit. He's in for it." San whispered lowly.

The boy obviously looked extremely confused, his smile lightly falling off, but then returning to its hopeful state.

"Why are you acting like this candy bear? Pretending like you don't know me?" When he tried to reach a hand to pull her close, the girl simply pushed him away with one of her fingers.

"Look, clearly you're too stupid to understand so let me spell it out in a language you can understand." Letting out a tired sigh, she crossed her arms in front of her chest, a sour look displaying on her pretty face.

"We had a nice time together, and last night was... average to put it nicely."

"Oh man. That was a total burn." Mingi couldn't help but snort, some of the orange juice being spit back into his glass.

"But that was all it was and all it's ever going to be. So why don't you do yourself a favor and just go back home to your Star Trek figurines and watch the latest episode of Thunder Cats?"

The not so discreet snickering coming from the table behind them only made the humiliation for the man multiply significantly. Turning red with utter despair and rage, he quickly brushed past Y/N rather brusquely.

"Fucking bitch." She heard him mutter under his breath, a phrase she had grown accustomed to hearing among many others.

"Oh god. Homegirl struck again." Wooyoung laughed, swirling his milkshake in his hand.

"Ayo why you gotta do Thunder Cats like that? It's actually pretty entertaining." San commented.

Looking over at the time, the guys quickly stood up, dropping their share of bills onto the table.

"You guys get paid today too right? Come meet up with us at the track." Wooyoung suggested.

"Why on earth would we want to go see your greasy, oil smelling ass after dealing for nearly an hour with you already?" Lynn questioned him, eyes never peering up from her magazine.

"Because Yunho would be there?"

Still she didn't respond, the only movement made was her finger turning the page.

"Bro we been knew she don't give two shits about him." Mingi reminded them.

"Because we're going to the drive in theater after work, they're playing a horror movie."

Lifting her gaze, Lynn closed the magazine, although still stone faced, her eyes seemed to brighten up.

"My interest has been greatly piqued." Her lips showed the faintest whisper of a smile that gave a rather eerie and chilling feel down the people's spines.

"Maybe we should rethink inviting Satan's offspring." San leaned in towards Mingi, shivering significantly.

"Great! So we'll catch you gals later."

The boys quickly dispersed themselves, save Yeosang who still sat quietly, keeping mostly to himself. His fingers fidgeted with the half drunk cup he was holding, gaze fixed on the table in front of him. Looking up, he was attempting to work up the courage to talk to Y/N, but before he could even get the chance to gather strength, the owner came out from the back, whispering a few orders to her and gesturing for her to go tend to a situation in the kitchen. With a defeated sigh, he got up to go join the rest of the gang outside who were waiting for him. Slumping his hands in the pockets of his pants, he moved out of the booth with a solemn gaze.

"Hey."

His steps came to a screeching halt when he heard Y/N call out to him. Looking over, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

"Hope I see you later." With a flirtatious wink, she bid him goodbye as she disappeared into the back.

Yeosang stood there stunned momentarily, replaying her words over and over again in his mind, pondering endlessly at their meaning.

"Little pussy cat sure got you brain dead, didn't she?"

Startled by the unexpected voice next to him, he jumped when the face of the kind yet stern old lady studied him carefully. With a disapproving shake of her head, she decided it'd be best to warn him before he started getting ideas in his head.

"Listen, you seem like a sweet and sensible young man, so it's best for you to listen to me and stay away from that darn girl. Don't let them sugar coated lips of hers sweet talk themselves into your heart. You'll just end up heart broken like all the lovers she's had."

Picking up some of the plates, she gave him one last look, pointing an accusatory finger at him to get her point across.

"She's dangerous." Finally saying what she needed to say, Miss Audrey headed back with plates in her arms, slapping away Lynn's hands when they attempted to pry them off her, barking instructions at her to watch the counter and leave her be.

"Dangerous....." Yeosang thought to himself, the warning the good intended woman gave him sinking deep in his mind. Although he took her words to heart, something about the way she glanced at him pulled at the strings in his chest, taking his breath away when he remembered the risque position she was in that purposely allowed him to view more than he should have. That memory tinted his cheeks pink, lips unable to suppress a small smile. He knew that he should heed the old woman's advice.

But he had to admit that he loved danger and the thrill it came with.........

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mysterystarz · 3 years

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haikyuu boys as roommates <3

ft. kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, and iwaizumi (and how they wound up as your roommate) :)

kuroo ended up as your roommate when you slammed into him at a coffee shop

and made him spill his coffee on him but that's irrelevant

the day that this had happened, you had slept in and needed to get to your class as fast as you could

you had also stayed up late finishing assignments and needed fuel

the coffee shop near campus was unusually crowded but you managed to grab your drink and head towards the door when you suddenly slam into someone

someone with a black bedhead who now has coffee all over them (oops)

seeing this, you apologize but then run off to class because goddammit you're going to be late again

after class, you end up bumping into kuroo again and he proposes the idea of being roommates since he needed a person to split the rent with and they could help each other with deadlines

and you lowkey need that

you agreed and voila, you've got a roommate!

kuroo is a super considerate roommate

he makes sure that the TV or whatever he's doing isn't too loud when you're studying

he also helps you on your assignments whenever you need an extra hand with the labor, or if you don't get something

he also brews some AMAZING coffee

in return, you always help with cleaning up

but only to some extent because clutter is organized anyways

you help him with remembering his assignments, and always making sure he gets up on time

every night you trade-off cooking duties, but the weekends are always take-out

when both of you aren't in class, doing your part-time jobs, or studying, you tend to flop on the couch and have some deep conversations

some of them are def. abt. docosahexaenoic acid

you two would probably go to the university's volleyball games and he'd probably explain all the tactics if you didn't know a lot about the game

he's a pretty chaotic man, but a damn good roommate :)

oikawa ended up as your roommate as an escape mechanism

to be more specific, his fangirls

you see, when they heard that the marvelous oikawa-san had a free space in his apartment that was conveniently placed near campus, they went WILD

honestly fangirls, his bathroom probably has more beauty products than yours

one day you were at the library, speeding through notes and noting down things to ask before your midterms next week when you hear the massive giggles of an exclusively female audience

turning around, there's the great king and all his fangirls tailing him as he politely tries to charm them away from his table

that's when he made eye contact with you and walked over

because it's totally normal to have that happen hehehe

he sat down and he greeted you with a smile and asked you what time you had plans of coming back to the apartment to the usual movie marathon

you immediately caught on that he needed you to play roommate decoy

you looked over at the fangirls and made sure they were all paying attention when you said that you actually had plans to in an hour and that he was a considerate roommate for coming to check on you

that managed to shut up the fangirls DAMN FAST

cue a bunch of mopey fangirls leaving the library

thanking you for helping him out, oikawa offered the spot to you and you accepted

oikawa was a bit messy, but besides that, he was actually a super fun roommate

whenever you had assessments and needed to study at night, he'd brew a pot of coffee for you before going to bed (or if he had things to do, he stayed up with you)

both of you were pretty ambitious, so you always pursued your goals and motivated each other whenever you needed it

he also lent you some of his beauty products heh

in return for all this, you made sure to keep him from overworking himself, bullying him with iwaizumi, and cooking since he couldn't cook worth a damn

you'd probably attend all his volleyball games that he played in and were always big support (he always made sure to acknowledge you more than the fangirls)

the movie marathons were always alien movies and it was always fun lounging around in pj's with junk food watching them

all in all, he was a pompous ass outside, but inside the apartment, he was an amazing roommate :)

you ended up with akaashi as your roommate by pure accident

both of you had applied for single dorm rooms, but due to housing errors, you ended up with each other

naturally, both of you decided to take the situation in full stride and create a way for both of you to live comfortably in the space

because akaashi can be a gentleman like that hehehe

anyways both of you decided to create the space as a type of sanctuary, so you pooled all your favorite books, comfortable furniture, and always had some food available

he always helped you study for assessments by using flashcards to study throughout the days leading up to it while doing mundane tasks

like you could be folding your laundry when he'd randomly ask you a question from your flashcard and you'd answer as quickly as you could

whenever he needed to pull a late-nighter, you always made him some peppermint tea and helped him if you had nothing else to do

whenever you needed to pull a late-nighter, he'd always grab you some pockys or any type of beverage that he could get his hands-on

the two of you were both really good at cooking (but akaashi was better) so cooking was usually his job

meanwhile, keeping the dorm space clean enough to be usable was your job

friday nights were days where the two of you stayed in to watch movies

akaashi is surprisingly is a fan of action movies and the two of you have watched the mission impossible movies at least 5 times

you usually make fun of him for this, but he said to blame it on his best friend (who he promised you'd meet eventually)

bokuto would make an entrance in the wildest way possible if he had a break from volleyball hehehehh

saturday was either a lazy day or an adventure day

sometimes the two of you would go on tokyo adventures, discovering cool sweet shops or visiting tourist attractions like the sky tree

during spring break, the two of you actually decided to go to tokyo disneyland together and took so many pictures that there is actually a wall dedicated to them in your dorm-room

what started out as an accident led to a fascinating friendship, and a perfect roommate :)

ending up with iwaizumi as a roommate was unplanned, but understandable

the person you originally were supposed to share the apartment with had found a different accommodation last minute

cue iwaizumi, who had some circumstances happen and needed a place

so naturally as soon as you found out about this, you immediately offered up your place and he graciously accepted

the two of you actually got along really well!

he was always checking up on you and wasn't afraid to deal out some physical violence if you were overworking or trash-talking yourself

he always cared for your mental state and was quite a diligent worker himself

the two of you always did any all-nighters together (with the other as moral support and an extra hand just in case)

when it came down to cooking, you always ended up doing it together by having one of you chop the vegetables and one prepare the actual dish

whenever a new godzilla movie came out in theaters, you always went with him to watch it

even if it meant having to ditch note-taking

sometimes oikawa would show up unannounced which led to you and him mercilessly bullying him

his wounded ego was hilarious to you mwahahaha

on weekends, sometimes you and iwaizumi would go ramen noodle scouting

as in trying out a bunch of ramen restaurants and seeing if they were as good as they claimed

grocery shopping with iwaizumi was the best since he always remembered to get the important stuff while you looked around for any other "good to have" stuff

and go wheeeeeeeee in a shopping cart but that's all the time

as far as cleaning up went, the two of you managed to keep it as an organized mess that worked

in the end, the chance mishap ended up bringing you an ultra reliable roommate with the best ways to cheer you up whenever :)

#nova scribbles <3 #haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#hq headcanons #hq oikawa #oikawa torū #oikawa scenarios #iwaizumi hajime #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi headcanons #hq akaashi #hq kuroo #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #akaashi hcs #akaashi keiji #haikyuu au

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jaybeartodd · 7 years

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Hey!! i loved your Colleagues story! I'm starting out as a new writer and would appreciate if you had any tips for writing? Also how you started out as well! I understand if you're not comfortable about this, feel free to not answer. Thanks!

Oh my goodness thank you so much! So this is my second attempt at writing this response because Tumblr decided to delete my first one haha yeah not fun. Anyways, I am not sure I am 100% qualified to give advice but I will surely try! Thank you so much for trusting me! It means a whole lot!

So I will begin with how I started writing. I wasn’t sure if you meant on here or if you meant in general so I thought I would do both?? (Sorry if I am completely missing the point). I began writing when I was pretty young for a funny reason actually. I have always loved to read but I get super frustrated because I read so fast that I am just barreling through books. One day I was like oh wait why don’t I just write my own?? And BAM! I did and I realized I loved it! Now I got started on here because I was having a rough time with school and friends and sunk pretty low. I was sitting in class, not feeling great, when I started to jot down why I was upset and I slowly began feeling better. I hadn’t written anything in awhile because of so many other responsibilities so I decided to dive back in it and created this blog. This blog has kinda been a reward for getting through the day or getting that assignment done or what have you. And I am so so so glad I decided to create it because I have met so many awesome people like you! And I am back to my home of writing and I will probably never let it go again.Now for stuff I have learned through the years

1. Write for yourself

This is the first time I have ever showed anyone any of my writings so I have always written for my own amusement and wasn’t too concerned with notes. As time went on, however, I became increasingly more concerned and actually made myself upset over it. I decided to reread through my stuff to find problems but instead became engrossed in my own story all over again. I realized I didn’t want to change a damn thing because I am enjoying it. For me, it is key to remember I was given this story to tell so I know it better than anyone else. That does not mean in anyway that I shouldn’t take criticisms, they are key to writing, but I don’t want anyone to ever jeopardize the integrity of my story. I want to continue to look back at it and be proud.

2. Jot down ideas

I am pretty sure my roommate hates me now for getting up in the middle of the night and typing obscure notes into my phone. I started doing this, though, because I kept having all of these ideas and I would let them disappear into the abyss that should be my memory. There is actually an ending to Colleagues that the world, including me, will never know because I was too lazy to write it down. My margins in all of my notebooks are filled with random writings such as quotes, dialogue, character ideas, plot ideas, poems, etc. It helps a lot when I get stuck in a story to go through all of my musings and draw inspiration from them.

3. Read through works similar to your own

I often browse through other fics and find their strengths. Then, when I am writing my own stuff I am like well this story had a good — does mine? It helps me work on skills that I am not particularly sharp on but other people are so I let them lead by example. Also, there are great posts on here dedicated to helping writers so sometimes I look up writing references or writing advice and these can be super helpful. One of the greatest parts of writing is that you will continue to grow alongside other writers.

4.It is okay to delete scenes but copy and paste them somewhere else

Sometimes a scene just did not fit the particular context I was writing in but I would write it out anyways and store it somewhere else. More often than not, I return to it and, with some editing, fit it neatly into another story. Everything you write is important even if at a particular moment it doesn’t feel like it.

5. Have fun and do not let anything hinder your imagination

I am literally the biggest fan of the imagination and I will defend it until the day I die. It stretches to places impossible for us to physically go and that is so damn cool. It can see the workings of the world when the human eye can’t and some of us are just lucky enough to be able to write it down. So keep writing and have confidence and I cannot wait for you to flourish! I hope this was a little helpful and it is by no means finite, you do what you are comfortable doing. Please feel free to message me with any further questions!

P.S. Sorry this was so long omg

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damnthatnoise · 5 years

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Darko The Super | Of Dogs & Devils | An Interview

Hip Hop has long been about bravado, skill, and how your personality can capture and pull the listener in even further than just your skillset. There have been many an MC who’s personality sometimes outshined the lyrical prowess for better or worse, but when I sit back and think of some of my favorite MC’s growing up (Redman, Slick Rick, Kool Keith, E-40, and Del to name a few) the personality often was near cartoonish with no real effort from the MC to make it appear that way. Enter MC Darko The Super who since first coming across his music via Already Dead Tapes has oozed oddball personality, and ever evolving skills as an MC. Darko is no joke rapper though, instead he is adept at delivering some stark reality raps littered with glints of humor we often use to cope with the pain of existence.

Fresh off delivering one of my personal favorites last year in the form of Card Tricks For Dogs, he returns with his friend Steel Tipped Dove to give us The Devil Defeated, and makes a claim as one of the indie hiphop scenes freshest, most colorful, and promising voices making music.

You can order the digital, cassette and SUPER vinyl copies of The Devil Defeated here, as well as all Darko The Super Items.

The Devil Defeated by Darko The Super & steel tipped dove

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Damn That Noise: Darko The Super. What’s the origin of that name and what’s it come to mean to you now?

Darko: I think Darko The Super was my gamertag on Xbox Live before it was my official artist alias. I did two albums as Evan Darko after I seen Donnie Darko in high school. It had a big impact on adolescent me. The Super comes from another big influence on me at the time, MF Doom. My favorite song my senior year was "Dead Bent". I thought the ending of Operation Doomsday was really cool. The way it let you decide between hero or villain. I was big into vigilante justice at the time. I wanted to be like my favorite superheroes. So that's where the name came from. Nowadays it's just a name. More people know me as Darko than my real name these days, so it'd be silly to change it. Name's don't define you. It doesn't matter much to me. Though I like it.

DTN: You’ve had a pretty prolific young career given that you’ve dropped 10+ projects since 2011, but when we were taking recently you said you’ve just now started to feel like you now know your voice. What’s changed in the last couple of years to get you to that place?

Darko: Since 2011 I may have done nearly 100 albums. Most haven't lasted. I've deleted and erased most of my material pre 2014 from the face of the internet. (If anyone has a Loser CD, please destroy it.) I put out 10 albums in 2018 alone. All better than the previous. "Watered Down Demon Fuzz" from 2017 is the album I truly found my voice on. I listened back to "Oh, No! It's Darko" for nostalgic purposes and it seems more like a comedy album than anything, and not that good of a comedy album either. I was 18 when I made the first album I put on cd and gave to everyone at shows when I was starting to go out and perform. It was called Loser, inspired by Beck. Next cd I made was a compilation, also terrible, but somehow it's going for $75 on Discogs. I personally don't like anything prior to 2016. "Carve a Happy Face on my Tombstone" had a few good songs. Those were transformative years. My perspective on life has changed severely. It's hard to be happy with things you create when you're not even happy with who you are. I think in finding myself, I found my voice too. Life will always be a mystery. But at least I'm more comfortable in my own skin at the moment. Therefore more comfortable in my art.

DTN: Why erase the evidence of growth though? If anything that could show folks the rapid progression of Darko?

Darko: I'd prefer to leave a better first impression. Maybe I'm too insecure to show people my progression. It's also just a matter of that not being the way I feel anymore as far as the way I wrote back then.

DTN: Your style is a bit unorthodox in that you kind of dance all over the pocket of the beats, and your inflections seem to change at the drop of a hat. I know E-40 and DOOM are a couple favorites of yours but who else’s impressed a young Darko and helped give us the man we have now? Who made you say “I think this is something I want to do!!”?

Darko: Murdoc and MyGrane McNastee from Orlando, Florida were a couple of the first independent rappers I got into from watching the Wake Up Show freestyles on Youtube. They were big influences on me. From there I got into MF Doom, Madlib, and J Dilla. During the datpiff era, I got really into Charles Hamilton's mixtapes. I was a big fan of a web series around that time called Internet Celebrities. Through them I found out about Das Racist. I remember listening to them for the first time on MySpace. I saw Big Baby Gandhi in a video with them. Later on his Debut would become one of my favorite albums. I was really into going on hip hop blogs. I remember watching Open Mike Eagle rap "Qualifiers" in a laundromat and having my mind blown. He told me Serengeti was his favorite rapper which had me watching every Kenny Dennis video I could find. Dennehy became my favorite album. I got into Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire from seeing the Last Huzzah video with Das Racist, El-P, Despot, and Danny Brown. That's still my favorite posse cut. From checking out rap battles I got into Soul Khan who I remember posting about Homeboy Sandman's album The Good Sun. Blogs also got me listening to every Blu song. Her Favorite Color was something special to me. All those artists were huge in developing my approach. Nowadays my favorite rappers of all time are E-40, Serengeti, and Kool Keith

DTN: Card Tricks for Dogs feels like your most fully formed artistic statement yet and The Devil Defeated feels like the exclamation point showing folks you’re a real force. What helped bring those two records to life?

Darko: Both albums took a long time to come together, which usually isn't the case for me. I remember writing some of those Card Tricks for Dogs tracks while on vacation with my girlfriend and her family. I had tons of beats from my good friend and longtime collaborator Phil Ford aka BLKrKRT (Blacker Karat) loaded on my phone for those trips. I started it shortly after meeting Steel Tipped Dove for the first time. I released an album of his on my label and he offered to mix and master some tracks for me. So this was the first solo album of mine I let someone else do all the mixing for. I took my time with it and let it come together naturally. I believe everything happens at it's own time. As for The Devil Defeated, that album started out as a project called Contemplating Lonely Stuff, inspired by a Serengeti lyric. It was for the most part produced by Height Keech and Steel Tipped Dove. Eventually I decided to do albums with each of them separately. The album with Dove was pretty far along in the process and originally I wanted to call it "Playing Skee-Ball With Zev Love X" but we both agreed that was kinda corny and not many people would get what we were referencing. Then I heard the news of Daniel Johnston passing away, who is a hero of mine. I listened to nothing but Daniel for a few days straight and a few lyrics in particular stuck out to me. The one that landed was "The Devil Defeated" another possibility was My Yolk is Heavy. Me and Dove made over 20 songs for this album and eventually narrowed it down to the most cohesive project we could. We'll be doing a follow up of course. That's in the works now. I'm very proud of this album. My favorite track is a story I wrote based on a song called "Suzy's Face" by my favorite punk band, The Spits. I had to convince Dove on that one. There's another track I tried to convince him about too, but that will never see the light of day since I ended up agreeing with him.

DTN: You’ve has a chance to work with a lot of interesting and well loved folks. How the hell did the tracks with Lil’B, Charles Hamilton, Denmark Vessey and others come about?

Darko: I did an album called “Thank You BasedGod” dedicated to Lil B. I produced a track for him way back in 2014. He reached out to me after TYBG and offered to do a track together. So I sent him a couple Steel Tipped Dove beats and he chose the one that ended up on the album. Later I saw Charles Hamilton posting about doing features. I sent him the Lil B track since that’s a dream collaboration of mine. Lil B is a big Charles Hamilton fan, and they’re both internet gurus of their eras. Charles conquered the blog era by releasing tons of free albums on his own blog, landing on all the mixtape sites. Lil B mastered social media and became a marketing genius, even transpiring music. I’m proud to say the first time they worked together was with me. As for getting Denmark Vessey on the album, he had already worked with Dove and toured with my good friends, The Difference Machine. I was the one who showed them his album Buy Muy Drugs while I was out in Atlanta for a week. That album’s my favorite of the decade. He had posted about doing features so I sent him an email and made it happen.

DTN: You’ve released a lot of projects via Already Dead Tapes as well as starting UDDTBA. What is the connection with ADT and why start your own label? What have you learned from ADT and how has the played into how you run your label?

Darko: Already Dead Tapes taught me everything I need to know about running a record label. I met them in 2014 when I sent over my latest at the time “Oh, No! It’s Darko.” They were nice enough to release that on cassette. Soon after they invited me to play their weekend long festival in Kalamazoo, Michigan. I brought along ialive and we booked our first tour. Staying in Kalamazoo at the Knights Inn we recorded an album together and formed the now infamous duo The Hell Hole Store. From there we’ve played the Already Dead fest every year and I’ve released quite a few albums on Already Dead Tapes. U Don’t Deserve This Beautiful Art was grown out of wanting to support my friends and artists I admire. I brought on my best buds Steel Tipped Dove and Harvey Cliff to help me run things. Now the sky’s the limit.

DTN: “Suzy” is life a very interesting record as is “lo-fi princess” off of The Devil Defeated. You mentioned the influence for “Suzy” came from another artists song...how’d this end up on your record and why? Also what’s the idea behind “Lo-Fi..”?

Darko: During my commute one day I listened to The Spits first self titled album. I hadn’t played it in a while and instantly remembered why they’re the best. One song in particular stuck with me throughout that ride, “Suzy’s Face”. I decided to write a song building off of their track. Almost like taking a short story and creating a movie. I tried to describe in detail about why someone would shoot Suzy in the face at a high school dance. So that’s what I came up with. Lo-fi princess 2 is a sequel to the original from “Watered Down Demon Fuzz” both love songs to my girlfriend, Alora. I liked the phrase cos it reminded me of “Bow-tie Daddy” by Frank Zappa. Now that I think of it, an actual Lo-fi princess would be an anime babe trapped in the track art of a SoundCloud beat. We’d have to defeat the chill hop brigade to save her.

DTN: You and iAlive have a really dope chemistry and have two very different styles but similar energies that work so well off of each other. What makes that partnership work and why’d you guys want to keep it going after the one hotel infused brainstorming session?

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Darko: We kept it going cos there were more hotel sessions to be had. On tour you’re on the highway with a lot of time on your hands. That’s where most of our songs and ideas come from. We set up shop where ever we’re staying and start to bring these ideas to life. The people seem to like us and we enjoy performing together. That’s what keeps the hell hole going. We survive off friendship and fun times.

DTN: Okay sir Darko. You can only eat at two fast food places for the next year because you lost a bet. Where you going??

Darko: Obviously Taco Bell is numero uno, I’m a big Taco Bell enthusiast. Next would be Wendy’s, best fast food burgers by me, and they got those spicy nuggets. Plus I heard their salads are good too, which I would need a salad every now and then. I don’t think this is too far off from my normal diet. Worst thing that could happen is I have a heart attack. But I’m on that path anyway. Maybe I’ll start exercising. Maybe.

DTN: What are you picking if you only have Thor and Spider-Man as costumes for Halloween?!

Darko: Spider-Man of course. I could pull off a husky Spider-Man. Family Guy made it look good. I’d need the fake muscles for Thor. Fake muscles never look good. I don’t have the luxurious hair either.

DTN: What’s the writing process like for you?! Do you let the beat decide the direction? Do you have an idea or some lyrics written and you locate a beat that fits?

Darko: Either or. Writing always comes to me. It’s second nature. If it doesn’t come to me, I don’t write. That’s all there is to it. I only write when I’m inspired. That’s an easy way to go about it. My number one thing is creativity, I don’t wanna be complex or even an intellectual. I want my lyrics to be universally understood.

DTN: So what’s next on the horizon for Darko The Super?

Darko: Next up I’m working on an album with skits from a comedian friend of mine. He does tons of great characters and videos as Hot Talent Buffet. I think he’s a comedic genius. I’m also working on an album sampling nothing but my favorite band 10cc, titled “Strawberry Studios Jam ‘72” and another album sampling one of my favorite songwriters, Dean Friedman. The Dean and I have a 7” record on the way with my remix of his classic “McDonald’s Girl” on the B side with the original on the A side. I have a couple other collaborative albums coming along. The artist they’re with wants me to hold off announcing it until they’re ready, but I will say it’s a dream collaboration and I’m very excited for it.

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