#doesn't mean i won't complain but i very much can bear it

[britneyshakespeare]

you know i had a lot of teenagers be annoying around me today, a couple of them were really obnoxious *to* me today... kind of day that a year and a half ago would make me cry when i got home but as i've built a tolerance for it, i'm fine wake up at 5:30 tomorrow and do it all over again 👍

[yutahoes]

Cry

This plot is in my mind ever since these pictures were posted. Can you tell that this picture is holding me in chokehold?

characters: idol! dad! Yuta Nakamoto x mom! Y/N summary: You might have missed your husband too much. word count: 2.3k words genre: fluff, smut warning: lots of kissing, Y/N is down bad for Yuta (I mean who wouldn't? 🙄), sexual intercourse (but not that detailed), cursing, lots of crying, cheesy words

a/n: Part of the idol! dad! Yuta collection with daughter! Shiho and son! Shinichi. Please welcome the new addition to this fictional family son! Shion. 🤣Inspired by that one facebook reel. You'll know when you read it.

You tapped the moisturizer on your face, the smell of vanilla filling the small room you're in. It's nice to have some quiet time for yourself, especially after a hectic day—a peaceful night. You hummed to yourself as you finished your nighttime routine—a small me time for yourself. 

Although it's already late at night, your newborn son has just gotten to sleep which got you this free time. You don't know how long you have to yourself but might as well enjoy the self-time while it lasts. 

You're not complaining. You love being a mom. But it is just a taxing job. You have to wake up early to prepare Shiho and Shin for their school. And that is if you get enough sleep. Ever since you gave birth to Shion, your third child, you haven't had that much sleeping time. It also doesn't help that your husband is very busy with his job.

Again, you are not complaining. You just wished you had some more time for yourself. 

You were thankful, however, for today. Since it's a Friday night, you decided to bring the kids to a cafe nearby for dinner. They played a lot and even the youngest who only watched on the sidelines, was knocked out when you got home. A little time for yourself. You bathed and lathered yourself with your husband's body wash, put shampoo in your hair, and even wore a nightie. 

Even if Shion wakes up in the middle of the night, you already did a lot for yourself—a little peace.

A peace disturbed by an engine revving. It's late. Are the neighbors up? Is someone visiting you? This late at night? Or, is it…? 

You put on a robe to cover the purple thin sheet covering your body then head down, surprised to hear the keys jiggling and the door closed shut. The first instinct is to scream but you immediately smell his perfume which only makes you stop by the bottom of the stairs. This is new. Your husband is home. 

You knew he was busy in Tokyo due to schedules so you wondered what he was doing here tonight. Why didn't he inform you of coming home? 

"You're home?" You asked in surprise. He did mention that he'll try coming home this Sunday after his schedules clear up. It's still Friday night so why is your husband here already? "I thought you won't be…" 

"I took the latest flight home," he claimed, grinning, as he put down his suitcase. He walked to where you are, "Are the kids asleep?" You nodded before he wrapped you in his arms. "Why are you still up? It's late." 

A chuckle escaped your lips, hugging him back. "I'm just preparing for bed."

"You smell so good," Yuta complimented, then kissed the side of your neck. "Is that my body wash?" You nodded. His breathing was warm against your neck, "I love that you smell like me." Contrast is his cold lips pressing butterfly kisses along your skin. "I miss you." 

"I miss you, too." His lips went to yours, hands grasping your waist as he pulled you closer. Your hands wrapped around his neck, kissing him deeply. You miss when you and Yuta are being intimate like this. With the kids around and his job, there's not much time for the two of you alone. Maybe that was one of the things you missed the most in your life. An alone time with your husband. 

"I miss you." He repeated then kissed you again but this time, pulling you closer. He sucked your bottom lip before slipping his tongue between your lips, tasting you. "I don't think I can bear another month without you." 

You giggled at his words.  

The passion in his kiss drowned you, knocking the sense out of you that you were surprised when Yuta expertly removed your robe, revealing the purple satin nightie underneath. "My God, are you really a mother of three?" You giggled at what your husband exclaimed. "You're still as smoking hot as the first time I met you, Y/N." He gave you a quick peck on the lips. "I must be the luckiest man alive." 

That was an exaggeration. Why is your husband like this? You felt his arm when he removed the black leather jacket he wore. The white muscle tee clinging to his body, especially his forearm. "You're bulking up," You complimented, "Are you working out?"��

Yuta nodded with a smile. "I lift weights when I have free time," he stated before wrapping his arms around your waist once again, pulling you closer. "Do you like it?" You bit your lip, nodding. You've always liked Yuta's body frame but seeing him a little bulked up made him more attractive in your eyes. 

"I must be the luckiest woman alive." 

A yelp escaped your lips when he held the back of your thighs, carrying you on his shoulder and heading up the stairs. You kept on laughing at the situation. This was just like your honeymoon night except Yuta didn't look like he was struggling when he carried you. Yuta put you down when you reached the bedroom, closing the door with his feet and locking the door before removing his white tee. He really is working out. His body changed a lot, bulkier even. 

"Are we safe today?" You smiled and then nodded. After three kids, you already knew when to have a night together without the risk of getting pregnant again. Although you love kids, you both agreed to stop on the third child and just focus on giving them all your attention and love. Yuta was against you using female contraceptives, especially after knowing the risks to your body which made you grateful. "Should I use condoms tonight?" 

You shook your head, slipping the strap of the nightie down. "No condoms. Safe day." 

He cursed lightly before holding your cheeks and kissing you on the lips. "I can't believe you're my wife," he mumbled in between kisses. "It still amazes me that you're mine." You giggled. Slowly, he pushed you to bed. "I don't know how I deserved someone like you." 

It amazes you how Yuta can easily say those words. You've been married for so long yet he's always saying those words as if it's the first time. And what's amazing is the fact that even if he kept saying those words, it still stirs deep emotions inside you. "I love you," you mumbled and he smiled, repeating the same exact three words. 

You thought making love with Yuta would be different once you get older: the passion, the technique. But your husband never even changed how he made you feel. He kissed the right spots and touched the parts of your body that gave you immense pleasure. 

His thrusts never faltered as your lips kept on spouting cries of pleasure. Silent screams of his name and the heavenly beings repeatedly called at how amazing Yuta feels inside you. "Fuck, I miss this." And you do too. "Feels so good." 

The wave of orgasm can be felt as you pull Yuta closer, moaning against his ear. It was an amazing feeling. A feeling you badly missed. 

Yuta rolled beside you in bed, catching his breath. Sweat beads formed on his bare chest as he held you close. “Are you alright?” You nodded, grinning at him. “Do you want anything?” He stood up, getting clean sweatpants from his drawer. You remained lying in bed, marveling at how his body looked like it was sculpted. You never thought you'd actually like him bulked up. “A glass of water?” You nodded as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’ll be back real quick.”  

You stretched your arms then headed to the bathroom to clean yourself up. When you returned to your bedroom, Yuta was still not back so you just put on your discarded robe and scrolled on your phone. When Yuta did return, he handed you the glass of water with a smug smile on his face. “I think you should go check on Shiho.” 

“Why?” You asked after drinking the water. He took the cup before pursing his lips. Is he laughing? Amused? “What happened?” 

“Just go check on her.” 

You tied the string of your robe tighter before exiting the door of your bedroom and into your only daughter’s room. She was seated on her bed, tears streaming from her eyes as she wept silently. “Shiho, what happened?” You inquired, panic washed over you. Did she have a nightmare? Your eldest doesn't normally cry. She's way past the age where she usually cries a lot that it worries you. What happened to her? “Are you hurt?” 

She cried louder, hugging you. “I heard you crying,” Wait, what? “I went to your room and tried to open it but the door was locked. I was so scared.” She heard you crying? When you glanced at Yuta who was leaning by the door frame, you realized what it was. “I was really worried, mommy.” 

“I’m sorry.” You immediately said, not knowing what to say after. Your face was heating up at the thought that your innocent daughter just heard you making love with your husband. This is so embarrassing. And why is your husband, the reason of all of these, laughing to himself? “I’m sorry for scaring and worrying you but I’m fine now.” 

“Did you have a bad dream?” You just nodded. She’s still too young to know why you were crying earlier. You don't want her to know. “Did daddy calm you down?” She asked between labored breaths. Once again, you nodded before glancing at Yuta who had a wide grin to himself. “I’m glad daddy is home.” You nodded, rubbing her back to hush her from crying. “Mommy, if you ever have bad dreams and daddy is not here, you can sleep with me in my bed. You always do it for me and Shin, we can help you calm down.” A smile escaped your lips, nodding at her. 

“I’m sorry for waking you up and scaring you.” You tucked her into bed, pulling the blankets up to keep her warm. “And if mommy has bad dreams, I'll go straight to you." Shiho grinned. You resist the urge to pinch her chubby cheeks. "Take a rest, love.” You kissed her forehead, Yuta doing the same thing to her while muttering ‘goodnight’ and ‘I missed you’.

Once the door to Shiho’s room closed, Yuta could not hide the laughter escaping his lips. You whined, leaning your head on his chest. “That was super embarrassing.” You lightly hit his chest to stop him from laughing. 

He chuckled, wrapping you in his arms and then kissing the top of your head. “Maybe next time, we should just go to a hotel or leave the kids to our parents’.” He teased which made you glare. Yuta leaned in to kiss your lips, tongue slipping inside your mouth as his hand squeezed your butt. 

You lightly pushed him, raising an eyebrow. “I thought we’d just do it in a hotel?” 

Your husband grinned, “Heading to the hotel cannot wait.” He kissed you once again. “You can just be quiet though.” 

Before he could pull you close for another kiss, a cry from inside the nursery can be heard. You groaned which made Yuta chuckle. “I’ll take care of Shion. Get some rest.” The crying became louder and you just nodded at him. Before he could step to Shion’s room though, he held your hand and gave you one last kiss. “I love you, Y/N.” A soft smile escaped your lips, “I’m glad you’re my wife and the mother of my children.” 

You rolled your eyes at that, “As if you have a choice.” 

“I do,” he said with a mischievous smile that startled you. “But I’ll always choose you over and over again.” He held your waist once again even if your youngest son's cries can be heard in the house. “Thank you for taking care of our family.” But it wasn’t a one-woman job. Although you do everything in the house, Yuta is still providing for you. It’s still a collaborative effort. “Tomorrow, I’ll leave the kids at Taeyong's.” Wait, why? He just came back, doesn’t he want to spend time with the kids? "Then I’ll take care of you, my baby.” He claimed in a low voice, winking.  

You giggled. He doesn’t need to do that. But you’re thankful. “Thank you, Yuta.” 

“No, thank you Y/N.” He kissed your forehead before kissing your lips. “Get some rest, love.” He rubbed your cheek with his thumb. “I’ll just put Shion back to sleep and check on Shin.” 

You nodded, “I’ll wait for you in bed." 

Yuta chuckled before nodding, whispering that he loves you and that he'll just be quick. You smiled while watching him quietly head to the nursery next room, his soft voice hushing your youngest son to sleep making you giddy. 

Your husband was right, you both had a choice. But you know, you’ll end up choosing him over and over again. No one could fill that spot as your husband and father of your children. You are indeed the luckiest woman alive being married to the one and only Yuta Nakamoto.   

Now, you’re just excited about what tomorrow might bring to you. And honestly, all the coming days with your small family. 

[agustdiv1ne]

cograts on 3k!!! can i request taehyun + the proposal + smut but taehyun is the boss and reader is the secretary? love u <3

NOW SHOWING...

pairing: kang taehyun x fem!reader

genre: smut

wc: 3.9k

details + warnings: mdni, boss!taehyun, secretary!mc, hatefucking (or, more accurately, mildly annoyed with each other fucking), power imbalance, dom!tae, (kinda bratty) sub!mc, unprotected sex (do nawt do this), missionary, doggy, pull out method, very brief degradation (slut is used once), all they do is bicker lmfao

note: tyty nonnie!! ♡ hope you enjoyyy

your boss is — and you cannot stress this enough — a complete and utter hardass. 

he demands way too much from you, he rapidly fires back-to-back orders and expects you to remember every minute detail, and sometimes, he even makes you drop everything to work on the weekend. the weekend. unfortunately, you are forced to grin and bear it. while your parents have urged you to quit every time you call them, and you've definitely considered it, working for taehyun is the only way that you will ever have a shot at becoming an editor, to bring light to stories that can touch others' hearts. there's nothing more that you wish to do than give small-time authors a chance to get their work out there — and even get your own novel in stores. you know how difficult getting a foot into the publishing world can be, but you also know that you won't be able to help them, or yourself, if you don't put yourself through hell first. hell being taehyun's wrath, of course.

even worse: you've now been roped into marrying this man. with new york city's immigration office on his ass, you are the poor soul he decided to use to keep himself in the country and save his job. the gross reality of it all is that if taehyun is fired, you wouldn't last another day at the company, and all of your painstaking work would be for naught. you honestly had no choice but to go with it. 

you first thought that the universe held some sort of gargantuan grudge against you…because the two of you were suddenly slated to visit your little hometown after lying straight to an immigration officer's face (who definitely did not believe a word that either of you said) for your grandmother's ninetieth birthday. since you have arrived in the small town, you've been sharing a bed with him because he refuses to sleep on the floor, separated by a wall of pillows each night; you've been forced to act affectionate with each other in order to appease your overbearing family. 

however, you're also beginning to think that taehyun might not be all that terrible. outside of work, at least. sure, you bicker and you argue and your attempts at pda are painfully awkward at best, but he's shown you a different side of him over these past couple of days. he is still the harsh boss that you know intimately well, but he actually has a personality under that work persona. he's sung old-timey songs for your elder family members, opened up to you on your family's boat about his issues with vulnerability, and the wall of pillows on the bed has slowly diminished to nothing. above all, you've had more heart-to-heart conversations than what you initially thought he had the emotional capacity for. 

but that doesn't mean he still isn't a bit of a dick.

“move over,” he grumbles next to you as both of you try to get some sleep, grumpy after another long day and a very embarrassing encounter with your grandmother. the memory of you doubled over, nearly crying with laughter, because of him stings like a fresh wound. annoyance surges through his veins, and your thin pajamas — on top of the warmth of your bare skin radiating against his — certainly are not helping his conflicted mind. 

“sleep on the floor if you’re going to complain,” you retort, unmoving as you stare up at the ceiling. the moonlight streaming through the windows reflects across the wood panels, shifting with the movement of the thin curtains that hang in front of the glass. it’s soothing, but it seems as if nothing is enough to get you to doze off tonight, even the melatonin that you downed an hour ago. the lack of space between the two of you is a new development, and you cannot deny the nervous pang that resounds in your chest because of it. something feels off tonight, but you can’t quite put a finger on it. 

his elbow sharply shoves in your bicep, pain blooming across your skin as the bone further digs itself into your arm. hissing in pain, you jostle him back, thus starting a petty war of who can gain the most space on the bed. after a couple minutes of exchanging elbows and small curses, your arm growing sore, annoyance finally bubbles over. your scattered brain proves useless in this situation, and while you’d usually rather exchange rude words until one of you concedes, you instead find yourself sitting up to straddle his hips, hands wrapping around his forearms and pinning them to the mattress. his lips part slightly as he stares up at you — a shocking crack in his typical stoic mask — while you shoot daggers down at him, your manicured nails biting into his wrists. 

“quit it,” you hiss. “i’m not in the mood for your shit tonight.” 

the curse word slips out before you can stop it, but at this point, you don’t particularly care. he’s being an annoying prick and all you want is for this godforsaken trip to be over already and for you to get fucking married. the quicker you are, the quicker you can get divorced and return back to your regularly programmed boss-assistant relationship and cut the odd tension that has built up between the two of you over this trip. 

below you, taehyun mirrors your venomous expression, his bare chest flexing as he breaks away from your grip with ease. his hips shift up beneath you, and your balance unexpectedly shifts. in a split second, you’ve switched positions with him now leering down at you. your legs are now wrapped around his hips, hands now pinned to the bed by his. he’s so close that you can feel his breaths against your cheek. that weird feeling in your stomach is back; you can’t help but flit your gaze down to his lips for a moment, licking your own subconsciously. you want — no, you need to kiss him, the phantom feeling of his lips on yours from the day prior taunting you. 

mentally, you slap yourself out of it. where the hell did that come from? he’s your boss. your terrible, perfectionist boss that you never catch a break from, your boss that constantly makes you want to quit your position and give up on your dreams. you shouldn’t be thinking of him like that. you can’t. looking back up at him, you find dark, narrowed eyes staring right back at you. the slight furrow of his brow tells you that he’s thinking — this is one of his most common expressions, you’ve gathered from your grueling time working for him, right after his stony, laser-like stare that is a constant in the office. it’s also the most worrisome.

wiggling, your fiery attempt to get him off of you is swiftly extinguished as he tightens his grip on you. you are not lost on the tick in his jaw, the way his muscles flex beneath his skin. with a gulp, you urge yourself to calm down. he’s your boss. your fucking boss. 

with a hiss, he grits out, “stop moving. fuck.”

his words lead you to notice something hard pressing into the crease of your thigh — his dick. holy shit, taehyun’s dick is rock solid against you, and you’ve barely even done anything. every nerve ending in your body feels like it’s on fire right now, the air surrounding your bodies electric and—

he’s kissing you. 

he’s kissing you and it’s messy and mean and there’s absolutely nothing romantic about it — and worst of all, you actually like it. lips mold together and teeth knock against each other, his hands releasing your arms to find purchase on your hips as he helps you grind against him. with a small whimper, you bite down on his bottom lip, causing him to groan in response. this is weird. this is so unbelievably weird, yet you can’t seem to stop yourself. 

he pulls away first, his warm breath brushing against your lips while both of you pant against each other. you can’t help but stare at the way his lips are red and swollen, slick with saliva and wetted further by a quick swipe of his tongue. 

without speaking, he swoops back down to capture your lips again. your stomach clenches as his hands slip beneath your thin camisole, the fabric bunching up as they slide up the expanse of your stomach and up to your breasts. he greedily gropes the flesh as he deepens the kiss, while you reach down to cup him over his boxers. he’s heavy in your hand, and you can tell just how thick he is even with the fabric in the way. your walls flutter around nothing as the thought of him stretching you to your limit invades your mind, your panties sticking to your folds. 

“you drive me insane,” taehyun grumbles as he works on nipping and sucking on the skin of your neck, thumbs now circling your pebbled nipples. you arch into his touch, unable to hold in your gasps.

“yeah, well, welcome to my world,” you mutter, squealing as he delivers a particularly cruel pinch to one of your tits. curling your fingers into his hair, you tug hard enough to hurt, and he hisses at the sting, sitting back up so that he’s leaning over you once more. one of his hands leaves your breasts to find purchase around your throat; you’re sure that he can feel the way you gulp beneath his hand — he does, and fuck, does that make his cock twitch. 

with a scoff, he shifts hips forward with more force, pressing himself directly into your center. the grip around your throat tightens slightly — he revels in the way your eyelids flutter and your gaze grows a little hazy as you stare up at him. you’re an absolute vision like this, and he thinks that maybe…no, he doesn’t. what a silly idea, that couldn’t possibly be true. 

his attention is pulled back to the present as you meet his hips with your own. your teeth digging into your bottom lip makes him want to bite it for you. god, stop. he hates himself a little for how he feels, but you’re just too tempting right now — and you? you seem just as willing.

to hell with it, he thinks.

“beg,” he orders. there is no way in hell he’s going to allow you to be snarky to him. he deals with your offhand remarks enough at work, and you’ve been a little too casual with him during this trip, too complacent with your disrespect. 

“i will do nothing of the sort,” you hiss despite the burning desire to just submit and let him make you feel good. “j-just because you think you’re all high and mighty doesn’t mean i’ll just bend to your will because you expect me to.”

the way he pauses makes you freeze. the narrowed, cold eyes are back, sending chills down your spine as they look over every crevice of your being: your lust-blown eyes, your heaving chest, how your legs have hooked themselves around his waist to pull him impossibly closer. his gaze finds yours again, and you shrink into yourself a little. the action pulls a smirk from him.

“i know you need this,” he says coolly. “more than me, i’m sure. when do you have time to meet people, hm? i doubt you’ve had anyone in a while.”

oh, fuck him. he has no right to comment on your lack of sex life, not when he’s the one and only reason for your lack of partner and your sore wrist each night. not when he has little regard for your free time when your off the clock. you do everything for him, and yet all you get is a measly little paycheck and not one ounce of gratitude in return. 

“that’s because of you,” you fire back, blood boiling. “you work me like a dog! i’m always at your beck and call— how do you expect to find someone to screw when my entire life revolves around you and your needs? ”

he shrugs as if none of that matters. “well, now i’m giving you an opportunity to get fucked,” he remarks, essentially ignoring your entire point. the cocky, impudent bastard. “take it or leave it. so beg, or i’ll just fuck my fist and you can watch. i don’t particularly care.”

slack-jawed, you gawk at him silently. you’ve never heard him be so vulgar. it’s oddly…hot? stop, no, your brain needs to shut up.

when he begins to move off of you, your legs tighten around his waist. actually, you know what? fuck it. your pride has already been tarnished enough while working for him, why not keep that going? you’re desperate enough, and since he’s talking such a big game, you’re curious to find out if he can back it up. 

thus, you give in.  

“fine. fuck me,” you whisper viciously.

evidently, this is not satisfactory for taehyun. his mouth forms into a thin line as he sends you an unimpressed frown. “what? i couldn’t hear you.” 

when you repeat yourself, louder this time, his head tilts and leans closer to you until you’re basically nose-to-nose. his stupid, infuriating smirk has grown wider. it’s almost as if — no, he definitely enjoys teasing you like this. 

“c’mon, you can do better than that,” he mocks while he rocks his hips harder against yours.

while you’d typically throttle a man who patronized you in this way, you are so unbelievably needy at the moment, and his ministrations are definitely not helping your case; so after swallowing what little dignity you have left, you begin to plead, “fuck me, please, need it. use me, ruin me, i-i don’t— i don’t care, just wanna feel good. please, taehyun.”

your cheeks are burning as hot as the sun and shame prickles the back of your neck. you can’t help how you cover your face with your hands as you realize how naked you feel under him, stripped bare by his eyes and his presence despite still being fully clothed. he peels your hands away, pinning them to the mattress just as you did to him minutes earlier. 

“wasn’t so hard now, was it?” he leers, shifting his head so that you can’t look away. one of his hands moves to cup your jaw, a thumb brushing lightly against your lips, and you allow it to push into your mouth and press down on your tongue. you suckle on the digit as your mind clouds up. moving your thin pajamas to the side with his other hand, he swipes two fingers through your soaked folds, bringing your slick up to your clit. he barely touches the already sensitive bud, rubbing tiny circles against it. you shift your hips up to gain more stimulation, but he pulls away. tutting, he sighs, “desperate little thing. don’t worry, i’m not feeling very patient right now either.”

within seconds, your bottoms are discarded and you’re spread wide for him, on complete and utter display for him. his boxers are shoved down to reveal his cock, stiff and flushed an angry shade of red. prominent veins meander their way down the shaft, the skin a shade darker than the rest of him — and you were right: he is thick, intimidatingly so.

but you've never been one to back down from a challenge. 

as he lines himself up with your awaiting entrance, his thumb slips out of your mouth so that he can find purchase on your waist, the warm tips of his fingers pressing into the soft skin. a stinging sensation floods your senses as he shifts his hips forward, his cock slowly stretching your walls far beyond what they’ve ever been before. shit, he’s huge, your pussy stuffed to the brim with him — it feels like he’s in your stomach, your throat, but he allows you to adjust inch by painstaking inch, something you’re grateful for. not that you’d ever voice that to him.

the sting disappears soon enough, morphing into a dull pleasure that isn’t quite enough to satisfy you. rolling your hips, you feel the head of his cock press into a spot deep inside you that sends jolts of pleasure through your body, yet he halts your motions with a firm grip on your hip bones. outwardly, he seems unaffected by the way your walls flutter around him, warm and wet and christ, overwhelmingly tight — inside, however, he’s on the verge of losing it, trying and failing to resist the urge to pound you into the mattress until you’re crying for him. his first thrust is merciless, pulling out and slamming back in so hard that you nearly see stars. when you keen, he knows you can take anything that he will give you. you always have to put up with his hardass tendencies, after all, his borderline mean and unyielding expectations that you somehow meet and even exceed sometimes. you can take it — you will take it, and well. he expects you to.

and, as he wishes, you do, barely able to keep your moans in check as he pounds into you over and over again, your breathing growing ragged and your hands gripping the sheets so hard that you fear that they may tear. the drag of his cock against your walls renders you light-headed and dizzy beyond belief, your eyebrows furrowed deeply while your bleary eyes screw shut. with he plays with the angle of his hips, trying for the best one, the one that would turn your quiet whimpers to unabashed moans — because he would be lying if he said that he doesn’t want to hear you scream for him, even if it meant waking the rest of your annoying family up. maybe they wouldn’t pester him as easily if he got you to. 

shoving your top up above your breasts, he uses one hand to knead one of your tits while he uses the other to halt your squirming. aggravation fills his veins as you continue to wiggle, your hips grinding up to meet his thrusts, greedy for more. 

“stay fucking still,” he bites, moving to swing your legs over his shoulders, effectively folding you in half below him. the angle causes your eyes to roll back into your head, your teeth biting your lip so hard that you almost bleed. as his thrusts resume, he brings a thumb down to your clit, and your walls immediately pulse around him. your mouth falls open as you whine, and he nearly cums just from the sight of your playing with your tits, thumbs circle the pebbled flesh. he resists the urge to lean down and suck on them; he needs to keep a clear head, or as clear as it can be in this situation. he needs to maintain his control. 

“‘m close, f-fuck, ‘m gonna, gonna cum,” you whisper frantically, now pinching your nipples between your fingers. the sight spurs him to fuck you faster, deeper, hitting spots that your measly fingers never could. your swollen lips part to allow quiet, pathetic whines escape, the buzz in your stomach building and building and building and—

it all stops.

“n-no!” you cry, but taehyun pins your hips down before you are able to chase your now fading pleasure. you despise how easily he can just take from you, even your orgasms he controls. the slight upward curve of his lips makes you want to curse him out.

“you're funny,” he remarks. 

“and you’re the worst,” you groan while you lightly slap his chest. catching your wrist, he pins it back to the bed. 

“aw, am i now?” he coos, his hips grinding into you again, teasing. it’s not enough, it’s not enough at all. 

“mhm, i can’t— ah, c-can’t stand you.”

“o-oh, you c-can’t?” he taunts, his mouth formed into a condescending little pout. “yet you’re letting me do this—” he punctuates the word with a particularly hard thrust out of nowhere, causing you to cry out and your nails to claw at his shoulders. “—to you. i can’t be that bad.”

“you are,” you pant as his cock begins to drag along your walls again. “fucking— you are that bad, i— nonono, please keep going. please!" 

taehyun does not heed your cries. rather, he pulls out completely, much to your contempt. whiplash becomes your new best friend as he flips you over onto your stomach, spine arched prettily behind you by the hands pulling your hips up. the sheets brush against your swollen nipples, the pillow below your head cushioning your head from the somewhat stiff mattress. you are rendered unable to push yourself up and out of this position when taehyun gathers your wrists in one hand and pins them behind you, yet you can’t bring yourself to even want to try, not when he slips his cock back inside you and resumes his previous swift pace. the angle has changed, and he presses perfectly into your g-spot now — your brain is completely empty, only able to process how amazing he’s making you feel. your moans grow louder and louder as your orgasm quickly builds up again. a hand curls into your hair and yanks, shoving your face into the pillow. 

“be a good little slut and shut up,” taehyun grunts out from behind you. he’s changed his mind: he doesn’t want anyone else hearing you. no, your pretty little noises should be reserved for him and him only, and he’s more than satisfied with the muffled sounds coming from you as he fucks you into the mattress. he feels your legs begin to give out from below you, but he takes it in stride, shifting his body so that he leans over your back, your legs spread out on both sides of his hips. he quietly admonishes you for enjoying this so much, no matter how hypocritical it is, only if to feel you clench around him and bring him closer to his release. 

your squeals are muffled as you finally, finally come undone, the knot in your stomach snapping and causing your entire body to quake. your walls quiver around his cock, and before he can spill inside you, he pulls out and jerks himself off, hand rapidly sliding up and down until he spills all over his hand with a shudder.

there’s no aftercare, no conversation, just ragged pants as both of you try to catch your breath again. taehyun essentially passes out as soon as he collapses next to you. you’re not sure what you would have said in this situation, so you are a bit grateful for his sleeping form. 

as you listen to his slow, rhythmic breathing, the gravity of what you've just done hits you square in the chest. your lungs feel as if they’ve been pumped with lead, your muscles tense and your mind reeling — shit. holy shit. you just fucked your boss — your boss that you will soon be married to and divorced from — and now? now, you have no idea how all of this is going to pan out. 

and no matter how your mind tries to spin it, there’s no way out of this one.

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[astroismypassion]

Can you do Taurus Moon men culture please?

TAURUS MOON MEN CULTURE:

he knows all the best restaurants, coffee shops, cafes, bars in town

likely has the taste for food that you end up loving it, because it's just so good, there's not a single dish this man recommends, that you wouldn't like

yeah, better to not expect this guy to be verbal with his feelings, he probably doesn't articulate himself well, when it comes to describing what you mean to him, which traits he likes about you, how much he likes you haha, it's more like he will only say he enjoys hanging with you, he likes being in your company or that he likes to be around you, but that about it haha

but immaculate hugs

i mean he's like an alive big-sized teddy bear, so soft and comfortable to hug

with that being said, he is veryy stoic, this is kinda how you imagine Capricorn Moon to be, that's Taurus Moon for you, he will seem like you are talking to a wall, when you try to talk about feelings and he never opens up about his own emotional world, feelings

good luck getting a reaction out of him, because it ain't happening

you can create tension, try to argue, provoke him, but he won't budge, he will be very calm during that

during that time, he might rather ignore you then for a few days, in order for you to calm down and due to wanting things to pass and return to how you two used to be

this man is obsessed with putting things back into its stable place, to how they were (so naturally conflicts might not get resolved)

but honestly he is great at "perserving stability" let's put it this way

he loves to eat out with his partner, cook for them, order in food or cook with them a nice homemade meal

he probably believes that everybody should learn how to cook some basic meals

also this is one under-rated Moon sign for loving equality, reciprocal energy, he loves equal give and take with his partner, similar to Libra Moon energy

like if he will be doing all the work in the partnership, he might start complaining, because he just wants to chill at times as well

but yeah, he works hard at a relationship, but usually attract veryy moody partners, much moodier and emotional than him

loves if you are financially stable and independent

likes to be treated out from time to time as well, this is definitely not the guy that will be always paying for you

loves to give perfumes as a birthday gift

also what's up with the fascination and the love of spices, dude?

low-key can be incredibly insecure at times, like you definitely need to hype him up, because he is looking for appreciation and validation from you (especially when you are already in a partnership with him)

loves music

nostalgic and vintage, kinda likes old school things, can be traditional to an extent, but when it comes to paying much more progressive, wants to divide and share costs

when he says he doesn't care, he actually doesn't

hmm i don't know, i've seen these people fall in love fast, they kinda develop feelings quickly despite maybe thinking Taurus is slow-moving, maybe it's that sidereal Aries Moon

likes to wear very comfortable clothing

very set on his food choices, very picky with food, he only likes the food that he has been eating and is used to for years

yes kinda loves to be spoiled as well

@astroismypassion

[fayet]

The Kpop Experiment (II): More musings on Ateez in Colonge

Hi! I'm back with opinions by popular demand (e.g. three people read my first post and liked it). Read under cut, otherwise move on, nothing to see here.

I'd like to talk about the sound quality briefly first, because I mentioned it to a few people (you wouldn't believe how many people think you're off your rooker for going to a kpop concert but then want to know all the gorey details, it's fascinating) and learnt that some of them had been to Lanxess Arena before and had all complained that the sound quality there is atrocious. One of my colleagues saw Prince (PRINCE!) at Lanxess and said he halfway through the concert took a moment and apologised to his audience for the bad sound, saying they hadn't allowed him to bring in his own sound people and he had to use what was there, which apparently was terrible. Ateez def. had their own sound crew, and they provided us with maybe the best sound I've ever heard at a concert. It was very well balanced taking into consideration there were eight people to keep well adjusted in the mix, all with variable vocal habits and level of sound. Keeping them from sounding "soupy" but at the same time letting them blend together is quite a challenge, and I'm impressed by whoever mixed both Mingi and San into one good soundscape (I think Jongho could outscream Mingi if he truely wanted to, dude can project like crazy so he doesn't count). Mingi is loud, but he didn't seem loud, just powerful, and that's some really good sound mixing.

That being said the concert itself was SO LOUD. I like going to metal concerts. Ateez outdid my usual hearing protection geared towards metal concerts, and if you're louder than a fully flegded metal band with all the trimings you're too loud. No subwoofer, though, which is sad. Guerilla could do with a subwoofer, I feel.

Looking back at the show what remains is the impression of perfection and seamlessness. It was very "korean" in this regard, as in that I consider korean culture to be one striving for utter perfection and complete seriousness in everything, with very high demands for quality (obvs that is a western POV, and not fully encapuslating all that korean culture is in all it's many traits and characteristics. It's a simplification, please bear with me here.). The show was practically perfect. Everything was on point, every entrance, dance formation, timing, light change, the sound and the backup dancers. There was a lot going on and it wasn't boring, but it also wasn't really what I think a concert is, as in the presentation of art by an artist in front of a crowd that may provide feedback in some form, often leaving room for spontaneous developments and the creation of new art or unique moments. That is not a critique! I was perfectly entertained and very happy upon leaving the arena, just like I am watching a musical that has run for 300 shows. The chandelier will crash onto stage when the Phantom of the Opera is there, and Ateez will showcase perfect formations in their choreography. You get what you paid for (I paid a lot, mind you) and everybody is happy. Just don't expect them to play your fav song if it's not on the setlist or to come back after the encore. They won't. The story has been told. Move along.

So the show was perfect, and I came out utterly impressed and also a little bit confused. I had gone in wanting to see Yunho dance and to finally see what everyone means when they say Mingi is such a beast on stage, and I came back with a deep appreciation for Seonghwa, Yeosang and Hongjoong. All three deeply impressed me, but Yeosang surprised me most, because I'd never really thought of him before? But he had so much charisma that I couldn't help but be impressed, I found him so utterly charming whenever he came around and his performance was captivating (and yes, he is that beautiful.). Seonghwa was obviously my favorite for all the flirting reasons, Hongjoong had such a cool vibe, and for some reason I always overlooked Yunho whenever he came to our side.

Mingi seemed to be having an off day or maybe I just couldn't "get" him, but I was surprised when the arena tried to bark for him at the beginning and he just ignored it and bulldozed right over it and in the end thanked the crowd for chanting his name when he rapped during the Bouncy-part. I heard from a few people that he doesn't usually do that because the crowd always shouts his name with him, so I was wondering if he had something going on in his mind that made him do that.

In any case while I couldn't really vibe with whatever was going on with him, but he did deliver one nice example of just how well rehearsed they are: he was standing close to my side of the stage rapping (towards the end of the show, I have forgotten what song it was), with one foot up on one of the black plastic holder that had either a confetti cannon or something else inside - the cannons had gone off already so that was fine. He was hyping up the crowd in the standing area while spitting his lines, very focussed on the text and them, but at the same time trying to figure out if the plastic box could hold his weight (I think he wanted to use it to jump off from it or something, not into the pit but back onto the stage). But the box wasn't firmly attached to the stage and he noticed it wouldn't hold his weight, but he kept on playing with the give it had, bringing his bodyweight forwards again, waiting until the box tilted and pulling back, over and over again - while hyping the crowd, rapping and generally being aware of where he had to be next, where everyone else was etc. I'm not sure if he was even aware of doing it. I love it when people are so well rehearsed they can just split off parts of their brain and let them do something completely pointless while everything else runs on autopilot, muscle memory at this point in time, nothing to think about.

Here's a random sidenote: I told my partner to pick a bias during the concert, and despite Seonghwa working hard to be his forever bias he didn't make the cut. Instead my partner halfway through the concert decided that Yunho was going to be it, because, as he explained later, it seemed to him that Yunho was somehow in control of the dance formations and from the back organising everything. My partner (who also has many years of dance experience) also enjoyed his clean technique and then lamented that Yunho didn't have enough lines in the songs despite being what he called "the most handsome one and he even sings well!". (Yunho is very handsome of course, but watching Seonghwa smile at my partner LIKE THAT made even my knees weak, so I don't understand how my partner could be so nonchalant about flirting with him. How. Why. Somebody explain.) I found it interesting that he spotted the dance captain despite having no idea that this role even exists. I also found it interesting that he did not like Mingi. Like, at all.

Okay, this is getting long again. I had a very interesting conversation with @storkmuffin about Yunho vs. Mingi dancing styles/roles in the group with a brief detour into whether or not San has taken ballet classes (we both believe he has, my conviction coming from a choreography moment where he raised his arms above his head and ended up in a perfect fifth/third position - fyi, numbers vary depending on whether you're russian or english trained as a ballet dancer, the position is the same- with a lovely port des bras, and we agreed that Ateez probably at some point had ballet or at least contemporary ballet training.) I think Yunho might have done more than just a few classes, look at the lines of his body! I wish I could see more of his feet, but alas. Anyway, I don't have space for this here, but let me know if you want me to write that down as well (and maybe Storkmuffin might like to elaborate on my rough ideas). See ya around, or something!

[idyllic-affections]

hi hello hey i am making a request!

i don’t think i’ve requested anything in a while but here i am!! can i ask for asta with a younger sibling!reader, maybe some found family with arlan sprinkled in? 👀

as always i love your work aph!!!

- ⭐️

the love of a sister.

summary. what would asta be like as an older sister?

trigger & content warnings. implied injury.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, found family. asta & younger sibling!reader, arlan & reader. 0.5k words. they/them pronouns used for reader.

author's thoughts. YEAHHHHH my first hsr request comes from one of my lovely emoji anons 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 my hsr fic writer arc has begun.... i love asta and arlan they are so found family

oh, i just know asta is an overprotective, overbearing older sister. she means well, don't get me wrong! but she can most definitely be a bit... much. her love is boundless and she always wants her sibling to know just how much they mean to her. therefore, she can come across as very strong and passionate.

i think asta's younger sibling would take after her interest in the stars! as a child, asta's little sibling would follow her around like a little lost duckling and listen to her teach them about the universe with the widest, most curious little eyes.

had her family ever been critical of them, as they were to her, she would have been absolutely livid. her sibling is brilliant (just like their big sister 🫶)! talking down to them will not be tolerated. not as long as she's around. she argued in her own defense, so you had better believe she would argue in her sibling's defense, too.

with these things in mind, it's obvious that she would bring them to herta space station with her. she couldn't bear to be parted from them, anyway, so she would have been so happy that their interests are similar to hers.

just as arlan followed her, so did they.

if asta knows that she isn't going to have the time to watch them and hang out with them, she'll task arlan with watching them, even when her little sibling huffs and complains and insists that they don't need a "babysitter."

(a nasty encounter with the antimatter legion would prove that they do, in fact, need a babysitter. they'd try to convince arlan not to tell their sister about the danger they faced, but he does anyway. he thinks she has a right to know. he's apologetic about it though LMAO and asta? oh, asta's protectiveness increases tenfold after that incident.)

asta is generally quite busy, so arlan usually keeps them company. he eventually became become something of a permanent babysitter.

asta likely feels a bit bad that she doesn't often have freetime to spend with her sibling, so to make up for it, she's always buying them gifts!

it could be something they mentioned halfheartedly in conversation once, a fleeting comment about a cool device or an interesting book they heard about, and asta would get it for them, leaving it on their bedside table for them to find.

she would remember the little details like that. everything she does for them is very kind and thoughtful; it's easy to tell how much consideration goes into her gifts.

arlan would be something of a brother figure to them, i think. after spending so long with him, having known him since before their time at herta space station, it would be inevitable.

his smiles are generally a rare sight...

...but not for asta's little sibling.

he smiles a lot for them <3 around them, he is safe and comfortable and can let down his guard. of course, he's still alert. he needs to keep them protected, per asta's request... and also because the poor thing would never forgive himself if he let something happen to them. he loves them just about as much as asta does.

if they asked often enough, he would eventually cave in and teach them how to protect themselves, as long as asta approved.

^ i believe she would, albeit reluctantly. she trusts arlan! she knows he won't hurt them on purpose, that isn't what she's worried about or bothered by. it's just that it somehow makes her a little emotional to see her little sibling so grown up...

overall, asta is a very good big sister!

she has her faults, but really, doesn't everyone?

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[ruffy-ruffles]

Art requests/asks

Keep scrolling if you aren't interested, do keep reading if you are....

if you are, then tap the keep reading will ya?

I need something to fill the gap in my schedule<- might come late because of school reasons BUT BEAR WITH ME, It'll arrive.

If you want a preview of my art I shall give Incase you have NO IDEA what I draw like

We draw like this n' such.

So feel free to ask for anything!!

But pretty please with a cherry on top.

______________BOUNDARIES___________________

Don't ask for anything i'd consider uncomfortable

Which is NSFW.

Keep in mind I. AM. A. MINOR.

Please don't rush me, as it'll make the drawing sloppy, and rushed as all hell, I don't do good under pressure, I'd recommend waiting it out for however long it takes, cause I might be busy <- especially on March 15th.

or if we feel very burnt out we'll be taking a break until we can get to it <- we'd like to still see our choices of what to draw

Please don't ask for anything problematic, I will snipe you off of my Tumblr page if you do.

Please don't start complaining if I draw your ship requests as Yuri or yaoi, I just love drawing gay people + you didn't say what gender they SHOULD be....

Also don't think I'll get an art peice finished in mere seconds, it mostly depends on the difficulty + my schedule <- March 15th is off the table cause I have a party to celebrate.

Please never ask me to draw a character from the Mika kit community if you do know that one, we have terrible memories of/with that community, and wish to keep it as far away from us as possible.

We can't draw humans very well, sooo uh I'm begging thee to not ask us or we will mentally split in 2 trying.

Just because something's not here, DOESN'T MEAN you can do it, so be mindful.

Also if you push past any of these boundaries you're going onto thin ice.

_____________WHAT YOU CAN DO______________

Ask me to draw blood or gore, though I'll have to make the image a read more for those who aren't a fan of it <- we love you guys!

Let me know if there's something I must trigger tag, there's not much I'm aware of, so it'd be nice to know!!!

You can ask me to draw characters from other media I'm interested in or like/know of, example: RAINWORLD, dandys world, warrior cats, idk what else because our likes are very limited!!!

you can ask me to combine the medias if you'd like :]

Like anon 1 asked me to make Rodger slugcat

You can ask for ships!!! I HIGHLY ENCOURAGE IT, you can specify the pronouns you'd like, or whatever.

You can ask for a profile <- it'll be a lil bit on the medium difficulty scale thoughhh but we'll manage

You can ask for doodles, doodle board, full body art, profiles.

Furries are allowed! We personally draw/drew furries, soo we can draw those!!!

You can ask for anything that's not on the list of PLEASE DON'T's

you can hate on me anonymously as you please, I don't care, haters are practically your biggest fans!! They view all your posts, they comment and boost the more likely chance you have of popping up on people's page, They're such good fans, except they say such rude words that are practically compliments if you don't mind it!!!!

don't be afraid to ask for something!!! I'm always interested in hearing your creative ideas :3

_________________ASKS ZONE__________________

you can ask me any questions you'd wish.

Whether it be what my beef is with the community mentioned in what we won't draw is.

Or whatever you'd wish.

It's great to hear people are interested in knowing more as much as we're interested in knowing more about you guys!

You could ask about why we go by we/us/our

You could ask why we started this blog, or....instead of asking us..

You can ask our ocs or slugcat interpretations!

Our ocs? We have a laundry list of.

Our slugcat OC's are

Lemonade, tester, gardener, skrunkle.

Art may come with these if I feel it in me to do so.

It's more likely we have motivation cause of our high dopamine levels

If we consider something personal, or uncomfortable we'll either delete it, or reply with "erm..."

If we do type erm.... but with something else to come with

We're probably not too sure.

Or you could ask why we do so many polls.

Or smth like what we consider, haters, followers + mutuals as.

Or WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL TYPE OF PARTY MARCH 15 is.

This post shall be reblogged whenever asks are opened/reopened! Btw

I think whenever I stop doing art requests + asks you'd tell.

but I'm solely opening this because I just want to draw + be asked please please pleascpleaflfidkskdidoso

Also don't be afraid of me, I listen and I don't <- sometimes will.

Judge :3

``Tags I might use to convey emotions:``

Judges you.

Head tilt?

Aggressive venting

Joyous joyful lemon

________________TEHEHEHE___________________

please let me know if you see any sightings of a creature that's scurrying around anonymously that goes by Sirius who might ask.

I will deal with that creature accordingly:

Make it watch that one ultrakill video 5,000 times.

PLAY RAINWORLD, PLAY TAINWORLD, PLAY TRAIN WORLD, PLAY MAINWORLD, PLAY PAINWORLD, PLAY GAINWORLD.

STARBOUND.

Tat creture ims wreckted...vil....feture crature. <- everything in this sentence is wrong.

[deadrlngers]

oc smash or pass.

i was tagged by @ruvviks and @mojaves thank youuu this was so much fun!! <3 tagging: @arisatominakos @elgaravel @ncytiri

@faarkas @pawnguild @gothimp @katsigian and whoever else wants to join!!!

rules: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

full name: fenix hayes

height: 1.91m

age: 30 (as of 2077)

gender: man

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: bisexual

PROS:

extremely funny and entertaining, knows how to crack a good joke and make you smile no matter what, won't keep you bored.

very domestic..if you manage to pin him down in a serious relationship. will hit the grocery store for you even at 4am, do anything to please you and make you happy, buy you gifts etc etc. very big on affection and pda (if you dislike it he will be respectful enough in public but will be all over you in private. he's like a teddy bear.)

charismatic, a big flirt, he knows how to seduce you and i'm afraid he's very good at it.

despite his asshole exterior he hides a big heart and a very clever mind. great conversationalist if you like reading, movies and retro music (he even collects vinyls and old books). he might come off as a bit pretentious for fun but he genuinely doesn't judge your tastes.

CONS:

extremely elusive. and i mean the type of elusive that will disappear for a bunch of months without a word because he didn't want to face responsibilities/his own feelings/a fight.

the type that will lure you easily in a one night stand, make you feel like this might lead to more and then leave you heartbroken the morning after.

he can be extremely annoying and difficult to deal with. he will antagonize anyone that he dislikes, sometimes the ones he likes too and make a fight worse by purposefully making you mad smth like 90% of the times. all out of spite.

emotionally closed off unless you fight his 7 evil attempts to push you out of his life and succeed to drag him out of his shell.

will make you live the best and worst moment of your life. he necessarily needs someone with a strong character to match his and finally put him in his place otherwise good luck with all the suffering he will bring.

EXTRA:

he can't cook for shit, despite his italian blood, BUT if you join him it's going to be a super fun experience even if messy. match his silly goofy ass!!

switch king. big lover of cumming inside and giving head. hope you'll have fun. also he likes if you mess him up a bit, push him around and be mean to him literally.

good with cars and house maintenance chores.

he's something of an old man inside. always complaining about stuff, likes to spend the night at home, he can fall asleep on a chair in 5 minutes.

[fairyhaos]

seventeen and try not to laugh

how seventeen will attempt to cope during a game of 'no laughing'

masterlist

seungcheol:

one of the most terrible. someone tells him not to laugh, then he gets the most overwhelming urges to laugh. like reverse psychology, you know? buries his head into the sofa cushions and tries his hardest to disassociate from the rest of the members bc even just looking at dokyeom's face will 100% make him snort with laughter. his face isn't visible the entire time. he has a crick in his neck from keeping his head in the cushions. his body is practically vibrating but it doesn't count as laughing if you can't hear or see him doing it

jeonghan:

has to bite his lips soooo hard to stop himself from bursting out into laughter at ostrich-coups with his head in the cushions. tries to make one of the younger members laugh first bc only then can he laugh too. steadfastly refuses to be the first one to lose but can bear losing after the others. tries to tickle the other members, eventually gives up bc they try and tickle him back. is often the one who initiates the game and gets everyone to play

joshua:

is always protesting that he has a naturally smiley face so they can't hold that against him. pretends that he's not going to play, but the minute the first person laughs he's pointing at them and yelling that they lost and you guys he's been playing with you for ages what do you mean?? has the most offended look when someone calls him out for smiling, goes on a whole rant and sulks bc of the discrimination, makes them completely forget that he was called out in the first place. manages to last so many hours using this method, eventually loses bc he forgets he's even playing

junhui:

makes so many members fail just by looking at his face. is pretty good at keeping in his own laughs, but apparently he's a Very Funny Guy or something bc this one time mingyu entered the kitchen while he was eating crisps and snorted so hard that he gave himself a sore throat. eventually cracks because jeonghan comes to him practically in tears to show him ostrich-coups who's shaking the whole sofa with his silent laughs

hoshi:

like shua, complains that he's naturally a smiley guy. tries to lie upside down on the sofa thinking it's gonna help him reduce his laughter, almost ends up losing three minutes into the game bc in fact all it did was just make it worse. ends up making little snuffly laughs fifteen minutes in. is always one of the first members to lose the game

wonwoo:

always says that he's an emotionally dried up husk of a person so he won't laugh. jeonghan tries to tickle him for that, and is extremely disappointed when wonwoo doesn't so much as flinch. tries to make the other members laugh so he's not the first to laugh (2), and is so awkward and wonwoo-ish that he succeeds 60% of the time. is one of the three people that can make jihoon break

woozi:

ends up laughing bc of hoshi's laughs. or bc of wonwoo's stupid puns. or just bc of dokyeom's entire being. is never the first member, but has definitely never survived the whole game before. was one tickled by jeonghan until he couldn't breathe, but managed to continue the game bc he didn't laugh once and instead was screaming the entire time. that one incident managed to take out five other members, and he doesn't know if he should be proud of that fact

minghao:

"there's nothing to laugh about in life, anyway. why would i laugh during a game?" attempts to zone out to win the game, is thrown over mingyu's shoulder to break his concentration so he's forced to consciously fight against laughter. once came in second place, but eventually lost bc dokyeom (who'd lost hours ago) popped his head into his room to ask something before promptly losing his balance and falling over in the middle of his doorway and hoshi, who was walking behind him, ended up tripping and falling on his immobile body while trying to get to the living room

mingyu:

everyone knows that he'll end up being one of the first four to burst into laughter. finds absolutely e v e r y t h i n g funny while they're playing. hansol hit his toe against the door one time while going to the toilet and he dissolved into a mess of incoherent giggles. makes it his mission to make the other members laugh too, either by randomly letting out shrieky laughter or doing stupid things. has a 50% success rate. is currently holding a competition w dokyeom for how many members they can get to laugh, and he's right now losing 17 to 22.

dokyeom:

laughs really easily. like, really really easily. is always one of the first ones to point out when shua is grinning, finds it really unfair when his hyung manages to wriggle out of it :(( even tho he laughs really easily he doesn't rlly mind bc he's also absolutely incredible at making the others laugh too. was once the first one to lose the game and managed to make all the others lose in one go when he wanted to make a smoothie and blended the blender without the lid on, milk and berries going everywhere and making him look like he'd murdered an ice cream man

seungkwan:

physically tries to tape his mouth shut every time, is stopped by jeonghan so it can be a 'fair game'. attempts to film seungcheol with his head in the cushions as blackmail material, can never go through with it bc he'll start cracking up. is so competitive for no apparent reason?? always ends up losing anyway but is determined to one day make yoon jeonghan and joshua hong lose before him bc it doesn't make sense that they can beat him in a game like this

vernon:

the only thing that can crack him up is seungkwan. just. anything that seungkwan does can get him to fail instantly. tries really hard to avoid even looking anywhere near seungkwan's direction bc this is a game that he can win okay so long as seungkwan doesn't do anything remotely funny. is an accidental master at making others laugh, in the sense that it's always cuz of his accidents n also cuz he does it by accident. the most memorable time was when he (somehow) managed to put his whole foot in their wooden coffee table. stared down at it for a whole ten seconds before going "oh". managed to make joshua and wonwoo dissolve into laughter, ultimately winning the game

chan:

has a 50/50 success rate in holding in his laughs. if he just sits in the corner and stares at the wall the entire time, he could totally disassociate so hard that he forgets the members are even there. but is also painfully set on getting the others to laugh bc of him, ends up making himself lose bc reality always hits him while he's in the middle of doing a skit or trying to crack a joke

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[humanrindswrites]

homesickness

pairing: lars ulrich x gender neutral reader

warnings: mentions of homesickness, crying, panic attack, emotional hurt/comfort

a/n: i tried many, many times to write a full fic for this idea but it just wouldn't come to me so here are some headcanons instead.

lars doesn't really get homesick anymore. having travelled almost constantly since he was a kid and now doing it as part of his job means that he's used to being away from home all the time.

not everyone has had the same life experiences that he has, though.

it's easy for you to get homesick if you didn't travel a lot as a kid, and being on tour for long stretches of time can be exhausting and eventually takes its toll on you.

lars can't exactly say that he understands how you feel, but he's definitely sympathetic when you feel down.

if you need to cry, he'll let you cry on him as much as you want to and will do everything he can to help you feel better.

he'll get you things that remind you of home, find a phone for you to call home and he'll send money to your folks to cover the call costs if you're on the other side of the world.

lars always makes sure to spend as much time with you as possible, especially when you're homesick. he knows that the last thing you'd want is to be alone while you're miles away from home.

if you want to sit in on interviews with him, he's fine with that. he doesn't mind you being clingy at times, but there are moments when he needs to be away from you for band reasons (sound check, the actual show, recording)

you've been together for enough time to know when you both need your space, so neither of you take it personally.

but as soon as band stuff is over, lars is all over you and it's his turn to be clingy.

if your homesickness gets so bad that you have a panic attack, lars has had to learn how to help you.

he'll take you to a quiet place (if you're around other people) and direct you through breathing exercises and help you to calm down.

when you first had a panic attack in front of him, his way of trying to help was to give you a bear hug and try to soothe you as if you were a baby, which he now knows is the worst thing to do in this situation. but at least he learnt how to do it properly.

lars is more than okay with being on the road 99% of the time, but for those little 1% moments, you'll be there for him.

you listen to him complain for as long as he needs to, stay in bed with him, and help him get his momentum back before getting back to work.

thankfully, he's very resilient and this doesn't happen very often, but you're more than happy to comfort him.

if it gets too much for you and you need to go home, he won't fight with you and will totally understand. tour life isn't for everyone and he'll make it up to you when he finally comes home to you.

[theinsanecrayonbox]

Sabretooth War part 8 time

and again, doing it from tower so we can have panels, so that also means a cut to save dash space

bwahahaha idk but that over the top warning box just had me burst out laughing. i sure hope some karen complained that this storyline was too over the top pointlessly graphic (ok i din't really, because again i do enjoy bloody fights, but this is all just edgelordy nonsense for the sake of being unpleasant)

anywhos, onto our story in progress proper

i already mentioned the preview pages, and commented that i liked the parallels in the storytelling, and the Holly Bright/Bonnie Hale things. but the fact that Victor's admitting that he's a victim...has that ever happened before?

aw crap, Savage is dead-dead. i was hoping maybe she wasn't, like how Capt wasn't for an issue, since she wasn't decapitated. but nope, we can't have fun here.

Laura tauntsGraydona nd jumps out a window. he says screw it all.

Logan's getting patched up by Oya and monologing internally about how it;s so great to have no powers and could die at any moment...didn't we do this song and dance years ago before you died dude? also, you're not gonna be able to move very easily with that super heavy metal skeleton that your body won't compensate for properly without your healing factor. you know the adamantium poisoning is gonna get you. we've done this before; stop being so blasé about it.

Nekra thinks Logan's plans are dumb. Mr OC tries a psychic tap and freaks out because Graydon is so much worse than Victor? uh...wut. wiener boi, even in new shiny tinfoil mode, is not as large scale of a threat as you're making him seem. i'm sorry, but no. you cannot excuse taking the spotlight off of a main character because the wieners secondary (tertiary even) character is now the big bad and final threat. i'm just...uhg. Graydon is a wiener, and he has his purposes, but this isn't one of them. "extra dimensional tech will make this easy' yeah, uhhu, sure. you know what would've made this make sense; us seeing HOW we got this cool maybe. because you give the wiener a shiny gun doesn't mean we will immediately think he's cool and capable; it just makes him look like a wiener with a gun and make we should duck because he's probably doing to accidentally shoot himself with it.

and how do you know about that! you weren't part of the Pit Gang conversations. bad writing!!

so Logan takes the Pit Gang (trio really at this point) to his apocalypse bunker. and they fight bears. this is padding.

no it wasn't, stop lying Logan

cut to teh Greenhouse...

THE BOI IS BACK!!!!! where was he? what's he been doing? IDK AND IDC!! he's not dead, he's still here, he's in a panel. i'm not even paying attention to the rest of the page, what's going on...

Black Tom is making them a vegetable plane to go help Laura cause the them got her help texts. mk. and Cuckoo is getting a text from Quint-head that Vic is breaking out of the Audrey Two

and cut back to Logan and friends, and he's in adamantium armor with a Muramasa blade. yeah...lame. if this was to sell action figures maybe, but we don't do that anymore these days. so this is just uhg. also, didn't Laura have one of these getups? are we now repeating the OTHER Wolverine because we don't have enough new ideas???

whelp, this one wasn't so bad (why'd it warrant such a comedic warning idk lol). we progressed a bit, we got some flashbacks, we got a lot of dumb padding/stretching. but Arkady is confirmed still here, and in part 8, so i'll take it. (still not convinced my conspiracy theory that he was originally supposed to be dead in part 1 and it was changed last second isn't true...he has no lines in these 2 pages and could've been added in after the fact...he still isn't in the opening lineups yet Aurora and Northstar are and they haven't appeared in a couple issues)

[drippingmoon]

hi Moonink

if you have a particular trope(s) that pop up in all your stories, do you make a conscious effort to make sure you're writing it differently every time, or do you let it become its own version as you go, or do you not really care because you love this trope and you'll just have it the same way every time? (this is of particular interest to me)

p.s. i've been rereading your comments on my fics and they gave me a big mood boost

Sleepy! Long time no see, hope you're doing fantastic, sweet owl!!🥰🥰

Hmm, usually I'm sated after I explore something once. Not in a "I did everything I could ever image for this" way, but in the way that my brain will forever associate that concept or trope with the story and my characters, and what can I say, I'm sentimental. I don't move on. (So there'll never be another Aspect of Lies for me, or another creature born in the pulse of the universe thinking it can hear its wishes intimately and going crazy, aka the Beast of the Deep Night.)

If something does happen, though... it's no matter what I write, space ends up in it. Though it's not a conscious effort (it just won't sit right with me internally and thus not pass if I feel I'm repeating myself. I'm allergic to that), space looks different across my wips. There's 'quiv's night, which is a very intimate place for the angels and regarded with tenderness and grief, then there's AoS's (Aberration of Sunlight) dead space, which is all boundlessness like you'll fall forever till you hit the end of time, and feelings of insurmountable loneliness and cold and fear. And then there's another night in a cowgirl fantasy setting I have, and there it's your more traditional divination space, full of signs and omens and "is there something out there talking to me?". I guess I'm a huge space nerd🤣

And for the sake of making this lil analysis complete... there is a trope, or rather, a character trait, that I never change🤣. That's having an obligatory grumpy ass in my wips. They're just so much fun to have around. But yeah, I guess that's their core characteristic, because otherwise we have the grump who's angwy and emotionally constipated (the Mother), the grump who's cracking deadpan jokes all the time and actually has so many things he wants (Lieutenant Hahn, AoS), the grump who's uber intense and will walk barefoot on scorching sand and never complain (Noa, in High-Noon Saturnalia, the cowgirl wip), and the grump who's actually a grump medic because people are just generally idiots and he's actually very nurturing (Irma, Infinity in Five. I have 4 wips now by the way🤣). I don't wanna think this means my core characteristic is being a grump... but the dots are connecting themselves😭😭

So, overall, I always let my stories take the reins. Bear in mind that I'm a "once is enough" type of girl, but if it happens... I'm not going to go out of my way to deliberately change the trope so it doesn't recognize itself. I know from experience that never works for me. Sincerity is very easy to glean from writing.

Since you said it's of interest to you, I tried to expand a little🥰❤ hope it helps!!

p.s. that put a huge smile on my face, and I guess we're bouncing around the feelings. You also gotta tell me, have you been writing more Mike and Harvey?

[raayllum]

you don’t have to answer this if its too discoursey but i’m too afraid to say it off anon cause I don’t wanna get yelled at, but I am not the biggest fan of emperor/king Callum fics, mainly since it feels out of character for me (since he feels more connected to magic than he does royalty as a whole, he’s only the crown prince because he & Ez don’t have any family left to take up that role)

and also because to me, as a black person, it feels really weird that it just sidelines Ezran, they always just kill him off for no reason except to put the white person in a position of power

Its okay as a concept, i suppose, say Ezran feels like he can’t bear the responsibility at his age, so Callum takes up the mantle, but it just feels Weird to me, and maybe I’m reaching but it does feel like there’s a hint of racism going on even if its not exactly the author’s intention

So back in like 2020 in the months following S3, Regent Amaya became a popular headcanon in the Janaya corner of the fandom (because they wanted to have to interact Politically with Janai rather than just personally? I don't know) and it never sat right with me for similar reasons. (Cue people complaining in S4 that Janay's plotline was more Janai centric than Amaya centric. Mmhm.)

Because here's the thing (and I've said this before) while Callum is not white (he is mixed, he's half Asian and half white) he is lighter skinned than his brother and I do understand why people think he's white at first glance (more discussion/perspectives on Callum's race in this tag) and Ezran very clearly is not, and it's also very clear how that can affect them sometimes fandom wise. Of the five like main Main characters (although that list is 100% expanding in S4), Ezran is one of two main characters of colour (bonus core protagonist points alongside his brother) and he is the only darker skinned character of colour, comparatively in the trio.

There are other reasons I think as well about why Ezran doesn't have as much fandom made about him (he's the youngest in the cast, most of the fandom is older; he's not part of a main ship, etc) but race absolutely affects a lot of the critique he (and Harrow) get as kings. I have seen people with their full chest go "I hate TDP's monarchy, they're such bad kings Viren was right" because their issue isn't at its core the monarchy, it's that their white fave's bloodline wasn't the one on the throne for once.

Also talking about race is never discoursey IMO so always feel free to drop stuff in my inbox about it. (I'll happily take getting yelled at for it, it's way easier to bear as a white person & it doesn't happen as often as a result.)

Since 2016, we've seen this mini trend of casts having one Black character, usually a boy who's a best friend of the protagonist, get routinely sidelined. Lucas had to carry Stranger Things on his back (although I think it's gotten better? Idk for sure I stopped watching the show after s2 for unrelated reasons), Finn from Star Wars deserved so much better (and I left the SW fandom bc the racism was so bad and he was my favourite after just six months), Bow from She-Ra got virtually nothing, and Gus from The Owl House actually did.

TDP, thankfully, does not fall into that trend (having more than like 1-2 Black characters in general also helps a great deal, JC) and I now no longer watch every season like a hawk to ensure that it won't, because I trust that it won't.

So. King Callum AUs. The first thing is that you're right, Callum isn't that interested in politics. While he has a mind for politics (he immediately realizes what the egg could mean globally) he's not motivated by them. In 1x06 he gets pissed & fed up because Rayla insists on giving him only the political reasonings for why she's travelling with them and not stealing the egg, and it's not enough (he wants the personal reasons). His Tales of Xadia bio reaffirms this, stating outright that he's "beholden to [his] inner circle, not some silly kingdom" in spite of being Crown Prince. I think in some ways if Callum was left alone as King, regent Amaya would be more likely, not less, even if Callum might resist out of a grief fuelled desperate "I have to do this" at first. Being King is genuinely liberating for Ezran in ways it'll just never be for his brother, thematically / personality wise

And Callum being king because Ezran died is, IMO, unnecessary and actually more restrictive for both of their characters. If you want Callum grieving but away from the throne off adventuring with Rayla in an angsty AU, you can just have him think Ez is dead and achieve the same aims. If you want Callum on the throne, you can just have him do it out of love/loyalty for his baby brother. Otherwise, Ezran actually being dead leaves Callum solely grieving and stranded away from magic (his true calling, or the temptation of dark magic). But if Callum becomes regent to try and shield his baby brother, it leaves a lot more for them to grow, disagree on and develop, etc. Just a lot more avenues. How I think this would go (honouring Ezran's role to play and how I think their dynamic would realistically develop with this addition) here.

Being aware of what does or doesn't displace a character can be tricky, but I always think of it in regards to "do you take something another character has earned and give it to another character with little consequence," killing a character off when it wouldn't change that much to keep them alive and just tweak other things (like the above), or "are you taking the challenge one character has set before them and giving it unequivocally to another".

For example I've thought about "is my theory of Callum sacrificing/handing over the Key of Aaravos for Rayla's life displacing him" but it's not, in my eyes, bc 1) all the repercussions that come from that action is still something he has to deal with, 2) he'd have a vested interest and arc in reclaiming the cube, 3) it highlights the tragedy of Callum regaining his agency from brainwashing and still being forced into Aaravos' tragedy, 4) still leaves Callum perfectly free and motivated to uncover the secrets of the key himself beforehand, it just won't end well for him. And if Callum was having big conflicts with Ezran RN, I'd probably swap in Ez as a possibility for who he'd hand the key over for too

Last but not least I do wonder if Callum will even remain his brother's High Mage. The symbolism of a brother on either side of the Border has always felt fitting to me, and I think Claudia would make a great high mage to Ez if/when she gets redeemed / she'll want to stick close to her brother. Now that Callum has Ibis' staff, I wonder if that'll also eventually include having Ibis' post, especially now that Soren has stepped up in S4 to really be Ez's protector (and Cal and Ez would still write letters all the time, of course <3 Ez checking in on him through his link with Zym).

But yeah I think if Callum did continue to be in a political role beyond high mage, he'd be best suited to be one of Ezran's top generals, and that would take its own interesting toll on Ezran's psyche

Anyway this is probs longer than you were expecting but thank you for sharing your perspective! It's something I think the bulk of the fandom has noticed and it's always good to look at areas of like, perhaps more casual than outright racism when it comes to characters of colour, and how we have a responsiblity to examine those areas when exploring things, even just in fanon

[wild-chaser]

CalmWriMo

I have been recently mentioning how this fall I would like to focus on Outlining my novel instead of madly typing 50k words (been there, done that, maybe will do it again, but not this year).

Then I have encountered the post about this CalmWriMo initiative, where we set our own little goals for NaNoWriMo, bearing self-care in mind.

I have realized that my own plans are very much in tune with the idea, so I may as well jump on that train, which was first suggested by @winterandwords.

While I have been recently forced to fall off my outlining wagon - thank you, my Bachelor thesis - I am hoping to get back on it within a week or two. In fact, the upcoming November is really motivating regarding the thesis writing - I am trying to get that off my plate to have the time and space for the Outlining.

So let's do this.

My goals for November are:

having regular writing/outlining sessions at least twice a week

making progress in outlining my novel via the Snowflake method (for details -> see my recent posts with the #outlining or #writing tag)

My self-care goals for November are:

keeping my sleeping schedule in grip (8hrs, regular sleeping time)

going back to training Taekwondo

I am not claiming that the general idea of NaNoWriMo is too much. It's not, and I think it's interesting to challenge yourself and see how much you can achieve in a month. But not everybody can do it every year, and even having done it last year doesn't mean you need to do it this year.

I have thought through what will be most beneficial for my novel progress at this stage and decided that smashing 50k blindly is not it. However, I am also dead set on making progress, just not one that can be easily quantified in the number of words. I have an outlining to-do list with checkboxes that I am hoping to cross out one by one. And I won't be done by the end of November, not when I want to really follow the Snowflake Method, and not when I still have the world building to review before that. But that's okay.

My additional goal is still trying to benefit from the NaNoWriMo energy. To be exact:

be active on the NaNoWriMo forum, try to exchange experience and knowledge (or just complain about the heavy burdens of writing)

try to go to at least one NaNo writing meeting in person

So that's me. Pleased to join you guys in the CalmWriMo this November.

[inhibitionfreewriting]

okay hear em out: nick introducing you to the guys for the first time!!!!!!

nick, who is normally very secure and confident on the outside, you can tell he's nervous. like he's reaching for your skin while he drives you back to the house, hand going from laced with yours to stroking over your jeans.

"it's going to be okay." you can tell he says it mostly to himself, but accentuates the end of his sentence with a tiny leg pat. it is going to be okay because he loves you and he's 100% sure that they will love you too. when you finally park and are ushered to the door you are greeted like you've always been family.

"oh my god you're so tiny," anthony, slime you tell yourself, is not much taller than you but teases anyway and wraps his arms around you in a bear hug. "it's nice to meet the girl that nick won't shut up about!"

"i do not talk about her all the time," nick says, kicking off his shoes, and gently pushing slime away as aiden throws his arms in the air. he's the only one you've spoken to before, having picked up nick's phone while he was driving a few days ago.

"aiden!" you yell and throw your arms up before hugging him. "it's so nice to meet you!" anthony grumbles something to himself with a playful eyeroll that nick smacks his shoulder for. aiden hugs you back tightly for a beat before pulling his phone out.

"where's lud?" nicks eyebrows knitted together before touching his forehead. if anyone was going to miss it or be late or just be the problem child, he said it was going to be ludwig.

"that's okay. only losers miss meeting me, so, L for ludwig," you joke, having adopted most of that from hearing nick talk.

"holy shit you sound just like a shitty ai."

"okay - well, i'm going to be honest with you, i have never said a sentence like that before out loud." the three of them nod and are all in agreement with how awful it sounded. if it were any other group of people you would have been embarrassed.

the next hour and a half before ludwig shows up is much akin to hanging out with older brothers. their collective love language is shitty jokes (that are all bark and no bite) and inescapable, obnoxious gestures... it's comfortable chaos, yelling at each other and smacking things out of the others hand.

when ludwig does walk in, he misses you initially complaining about getting stuck in traffic in the rain and wonders why everyone is over? aiden gestures towards where you're sitting on the couch next to nick.

"oh! shit - i'm sorry!" he crosses the distance and reaches for you, almost in a handshake manner as you're standing up.

"are you going to shake her hand?" anthony asked incredulously. "are you interviewing her? just because it's a woman on a couch doesn't mean it's a casting couch video lud, god."

"that's not - " luds hands shake in fake anger "how do you even think of that?"

"you're the one who went to shake her hand you freak!" you sit back down with an amused grin, knocking your leg into nick's.

"i think they like you."

[wereallylostnowbois]

Echoes of Wisdom first thoughts

Full disclosure i meant to get this post out yesterday but circumstances prevented it

Im not going to be doing much "theorizing" so much as just commenting on things that I think are neat.

And to start, first and foremost, ZELDA'S GOTTEN HER OWN GAME!!!!! IM SO HYPE!!!

Though with prior statements from various loz directors over the years I can't help but wonder why now? Even as of very recently their stance has been that Link is the protagonist and will always be the protagonist. I joke sometimes that this is because the cdi games scared them away from doing a protagonist Zelda, but in truth its probably because if Link isn't heroing then what is his narrative purpose? I'd be curious to know what internal decision led to us finally getting Zelda as a protagonist.

And on that note: meaningfully different gameplay as a consequence of a different protagonist!!! Fighting enemies via clever usage of environmental pieces is a lot more Zelda than swinging a sword around. The narration doesn't mention this, but if you watch closely in the demo section for the echoes you can see the echoes begin to flash yellow a few seconds after being summoned. I theorize that this probably means the limitation on echoes is a time one rather than a quantity one. Do with this info what thou wilt.

I will admit I am surprised though, in side games where Zelda is playable she tends towards a similar moveset to Link, though you won't see me complaining about this change.

On to the smaller details.

Based on this small feature we see in the overview shot I think we can reasonably conclude this is the same Hyrule as in alttp and albw, as only those games feature this field of stones. I won't do any timeline speculation because I find such things inane, but I will helpfully note that whatever area Zelda emerges from after the sequence with Ganon is southeast of Lake Hylia, a part of this map we don't get to see much of. From this angle we should also be able to see Link's House, as it resides just south of Hyrule Castle, but its nowhere to be found, so the map probably isn't identical, only similar, in probably the same way alttp and albw are similar to each other.

The Great Deku Tree is here and appears to have a very oot-ish design, which paired with the Deku Scrub seen later in the trailer has me a bit nostalgic.

The dias here has a similar vibe to the Master Sword pedestal in many prior games, though bears nothing save for the design of the Triforce. This is probably a place where Zelda will get an upgrade of some variety, though who can say what that might be. Based on the mist this is almost certainly somewhere in the Lost Woods, where Link obtains the Master Sword in uh. Oh so many games.

Of further note, this is our first time seeing both kinds of zora in the same setting. I can't help but wonder what the story is here, but I don't see any use speculating from the few frames we got.

This game will also mark the second appearance of the Gerudo in a top down loz game, with Four Swords Adventures being the first. The presence of a desert town also furthers my note that this is the alttp hyrule, but also isn't. Perhaps the bounds of the map have expanded?

Im obligated to wonder why Zelda seems to be sneaking in though.

Based on the motif of floating islands it seems like we'll be able to traverse the world Hyrule is being consumed by, which follows with the "two worlds" motif most loz games have. In the opening shots of the trailer we see that Ganon's Trident is what opens the initial portal to this place, and in fsa certain npcs will mention the trident being used to banish people to the Dark World, but I hesitate to confirm its identity just yet. It certainly doesn't look like any iteration of the Dark World we've seen before. Reminds me more of Another Dimension from Kirby honestly.

And speaking of Ganon, his classic design makes an appearance! He's got his throwable trident and silly ping pong magic! Look at him go! To do the most mild amount of timeline speculation, because he seems to be enacting a plot of some variety (kidnapping Zelda) this has to take place before the Oracle games, as post-Oracle he's rendered a mindless beast by a failed resurrection. Thats my obligatory timeline note for the month tho.

Not even gonna open the can of worms that is speculation on Tri. I just wanted to say that I love this design. So marketable plushie.

If you were, however, to press me for speculation. I would then make note of the fact that at the end of alttp the Triforce speaks. No one has ever been clear on why. I've mostly lent myself to the assumption that this is because alttp was the first loz game to have any solid lore. Stuff was weird back then. Best to not worry about it.

In any case, these have been my non-comprehensive immediate thoughts. Im looking forward to playing this game.