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justbelievinginmagic · 4 months ago

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ariadne's thread ⎯ pt. 8: a green-eyed monster.

pairing(s): hyunjin x fem!reader, jisung x fem!reader, jisung & fem!reader, chan & fem!reader series summary: when tempted by an intoxicating offer by hyunjin the goblin king of the underground, you fight against him to find your own sense of self once more while in his labyrinth. glimpse: pulled from the depths of the direwoods, you are reunited with han & chris! outside the labyrinth walls together, you continue onwards on your quest until a green-eyed monster disrupts your journey. warnings/tags: inspired by the 1986' movie Labyrinth, follows majority of the movie's plot points with lore divergence, 3rd person POV, use of Y/N, faerie lore, world-building, pain, blood, explicit language, magic, Jisung is emotional constipated, J E A L O U S Y, hunger, mentions of food, heights, falling, betrayal, hyunjin’s going through it, lowkey obsession? lemme know if i need to tag anything else :) word count: 7.2k previous chapter <- -> next chapter series masterlist

“You’ve befriended the Beast-Hunter?” Jisung scolded, tugging her to the side with a harsh hand.

Chris stood steady at her side, stepping with her as he glared at Jisung solidly. There was a tension she could feel bubbling in the air like carbonation in a soda pop. Like a firecracker’s rope-like tail sizzling with flames but not yet sent into the sky. There was an itching under Chris’ skin to protect – to do what he hadn’t been able to do earlier.

“Chris was in trouble, and I helped him,” Y/N defended easily.

The Beast-Hunter nodded firmly; his brows furrowed in a way that looked defensive. Jisung forced a fanged-smile at the man as he scooted himself and the Runner away from the other again, a mimicry of privacy on this open cobble-stoned road.

Chris shifted his feet side to side, watching after them carefully but not moving any closer this time. She offered Chris a genuine reassuring smile, as if to say one moment, before turning fully to look at the poutful fae man in front of her.

“How could a Troll like him be in danger?” Jisung muttered under his breath. His brows were upturn, the image of despair and worry. “You could’ve been crushed by him. Or he could’ve clawed your throat out.” He hadn’t let go of her arm, holding her close as he muttered.

Strange, the flare of protectiveness in him. It burned like coals on the back of his neck. He imagined Chris’ claws, his troll-like side coming out. Rocks tumbling on the Runner and trembled. The fae man wasn’t used to this. He had been so alone for so long, thinking only of himself but now… He saw the smear of blood and dirt on her face, the brushed away rune of ‘mine’ on her cheek taunting him.

The Runner didn’t push herself out of his grasp despite the distrust bubbling up in her stomach. Frustration written out in her face with the purse of her brow, the firm of her lips.

“He won’t hurt me, or you,” she reassured, shaking her head confidently. Out of everyone, she trusted Chris the most so far. He hadn’t abandoned her, a bittered voice reminded in the depths of her mind.

“Chan is a literal hunter, Y/N. I’m not just making accusations. It’s in his soul.” he whispered. “He could be lying to you!”

“And what about you, Lord Han?” she bit back, her words just as whispered.

Chris looked away from them awkwardly; the entire scenario a bit too much like a couple fighting or mom-and-dad arguing in front of their child. His gaze instead was enraptured by the creatures floating from the nearby darkness of the Direwoods. Odd butterfly yet jelly-fish like creatures swam through the air like it was water; tendrils of bio-luminescence trailed behind them as they danced around the Beast-Hunter. Swirls of azure, magenta, and emerald dust hung in the air like stars left behind by the creatures.

His grey eyes followed after each one with amusement until one jelly-fly swooped down into a dive to rest on his broad-scarred nose. He giggled softly, letting the creature rest for a moment.

“Lord Han has nothing to do with this,” Jisung whispered back in the meanwhile. His hand dropped from her arm.

“Really?” The Runner scoffed. “It sounds like a big thing! A thing you kept from me.”

“You never asked how I knew the King,” he retorted like a brat.

“Han,” she scolded, loudly now.

Did she have to ask everything to get an answer? She wouldn’t assume they knew one another to that extent. A man stuck on the outskirts of the desert was a lord? It didn’t even cross her mind.

He winced with the jump in volume. “Well, you didn’t,” he insisted.

“Friendship is supposed to be a two-way street,” she replied. “I shouldn’t have to ask if you are something to be feared when we are working together. With the same goal. Are we friends? I thought we were – you aren’t working for the King, are you?” Her words sounded less confident. “You said—” she trailed off.

Lord implies royalty. Royalty down here implies the King. A Goblin court sounded important, exclusive, and most importantly, his. Hyunjin and Jisung’s interaction flashed through her mind in a whirl of cellophane memories – was he truly cruel to Jisung? Was it all a façade like many things in this place? Her eyes flashed to meet Jisung’s, pleading with him to tell the truth of his own. On his own.

Jisung’s face was purple-tinted as he blushed. Sweat clung to the back of his hair; his scaled skin there itched. He swallowed; his tongue was heavy like lead.

“It’s not like that,” he argued, shaking his head. His head whirled as he felt the lead feeling grow, a metallic taste clinging to his teeth and making his jaw ache.

She raised a brow.

“I’m--- it’s not like that,” he insisted again. “I haven’t been called a lord in a long, long time. I-I wasn’t even really a lord. It’s just a title.”

“Han. . . “ she huffed out.

“I’m not a lord anymore I promise. I am not a Lord under the King’s court anymore.”

“You got to admit, its sus–”

He covered his face, frustratedly, as he let out a whiney sigh. The way his face ached only made his panic surge like fire-fed kindling. His breathing escalated as he shut his eyes for a moment. He wasn’t lying; he wasn’t answering her question; he wasn’t. Those thoughts circled in his head like a carousel as he took a breath, fast and hurried. The way ancient magic twisted through the fae DNA was a wicked thing – the way its rules clung to his blood and bone was frightening to him.

I’m not lying. Not lying. So why did it feel like it?

“I know—I know it looks bad.” He soothed her through quick words. “I’m your friend, just – trust me?”

There was a beat as she stepped closer and reached for his hands that covered his face, a face that was a purple-blushed color. Of embarrassment. His eyes wide as he met her gaze.

This was coming from the man who had left her behind twice. The same man who said he’d lead her to the beginning to Hyunjin. But, also the man who helped her multiple times in the Labyrinth. The same man she declared to be a friend. The same man who had just saved her from the Direwoods, who had sat and hugged her like she would disappear, who tended to her wounds with a gentleness.

That was no little thing.

Her hands were warm against his skin; his blush-lavender skin was cool to the touch, almost like the chill of metal. He breathed out shakily at the gentle touch.

“Be honest with me. Please?” She asked softly. The tone different than when they were speaking hushedly before. It was quiet and gentle. Vulnerable.

His eyes widened even more and his lips shifted a few times as if phrasing words he couldn’t say. He looked at her despairingly weak. His head in her hands. Humans weren’t supposed to be powerful, yet here she was.

“Please.” The Runner whispered. “Be honest with me.”

Her eyes looked so… bewitching. Both vulnerable, pleading, yet in control. Gentle yet serious. A begging for him, not her. Not in a way where she needed to be saved or reassured though. It was odd how he felt like he needed to be saved, reassured, something. He felt bad. He felt it deep in his stomach. Like he was doing something wrong if he didn’t tell her.

The lie-sticky tongue, the lead-heavied mouth. He swallowed it down, and it settled in the pit of his stomach, only making him feel worse. But he could speak. Honesty. He breathed as he tried to think of what was honest and what wasn’t. What could he tell the Runner and what could he not.

“It’s—okay,” he tilted his head up, rubbing his eyes. His hands pushed hers aside gently, freeing himself from her grasp.

“The King and I used to be friends. I used to be his Gentleman-in-Waiting.”

Her eyes widened.

“What?” she squawked.

“It was like over fifty years ago now,” he muttered out, hand going to scratch at the scales on the back of his neck. “It’s not that important I promise!”

“Han!” she hit at his arm.

“Its really not.” He defended. “We aren’t friends anymore. I’m no longer his Gentleman-in-Waiting after I—well, I may have ridiculed him.” He admitted.

She hit his arm again.

“Owww!” he whined, hand going to bicep. He rubbed it up and down. “Stop that.”

“What do you mean ridicule him?” she gasped.

Jisung’s eyes looked away. “I just--- I did something. We were playing a game and we disagreed.” Well, Hyunjin disagreed. He remembered the ancient playing cards being thrown aside. Hyunjin’s hair bleeding into a raven-black in his rage. He was dancing about the truth; his metaphorical cards shuffled about in his fingers. He fiddled with her bracelet on his wrist.

“You and him had a fight?” she inferred. “No wonder he seemed so cruel to you. And no wonder he hated that I was paired up with you. What else happened?”

Jisung’s face was consumed by a pout now; brow upturn like a kicked puppy. “I don’t want to talk about it – it doesn’t matter! It doesn’t affect you.”

“What if it does? Please – “, he placed a hand over her mouth.

“It won’t; we are separate things to him,” he reassured. “I am nothing to the King now. You… are everything.”

The way his tongue didn’t taste of iron made his heart ache. He believed it. He believed that the Runner was important – not only that, that Hyunjin had taken an interest. Hyunjin had never been so invested in a Runner. Not when he was of court at least. The Prince would often ignore the Runner’s Challenge. But now, the heavy fruit in his satchel was a reminder of this new truth.

The Runner sighed out, her hot breath against his clammy skin felt like fire. She reached up to pry his hand away from her mouth with ease. Her eyes looked away from his for once; it felt like an ill-won reward to his guilt.

Okay, so she had the King’s Beast-Hunter and the King’s once-upon-a-time best friend as her companions. . . great. Not complicated at all. She sighed out again, hands going through her own locks to tug at her scalp.

“Listen, I know you’re angry.” Jisung started.

“I’m not angry,” Y/N interrupted. “I just—it’d been helpful to know. Because, despite what you think, Han, friendships are important.”

Her friendship was important. She valued him. Valued his words. Valued his thoughts. Him.

His friendship therefore was important. He had valued him. He did value him. His words. His thoughts. As his.

He frowned, deflating a bit as he watched her tighten a bandage he placed around her arm before turning to look towards Chris.

The Beast-Hunter looked back at her as if he was called to her by simply her gaze. The butterfly-esque creature fluttered on his nose and left in a bio-luminscent whirl. A smile came to her lips at that, bittersweet to Jisung’s eyes.

“Chris, let’s go.”

The dark-haired Beast-Hunter smiled a grin. “Coming, Y/N!”

Jisung felt the fear creeping, a feeling he had felt far too often in his long life. Memories of Hyunjin’s cruel gaze turning his way as he banished him away – he feared that when she turned that the Runner’s eyes would carry that gleam.

When she gazed at him, he held his breath.

“Are you joining me?” she asked Jisung.

The air sucked out of his lungs as he watched her. Drenched in rubied iron-blood, her face tired and yet somehow glowing from the candlelight above them. Her eyes held no cruelty – exhaustion, carefulness, but they were still kind. She was still kind to him. He didn’t know how to handle it except that it lit a flame beneath his skin like a roar of a Dragon’s flame.

She was a force of nature. She was changing from the Labyrinth, but unlike a Changeling, she was evolving with her humanity rather than abandoning it. And Jisung liked it.

“Y-Yeah.” He bumbled. “We can go this way.” He encouraged; hand outstretched towards the path he remembered would lead them towards the Castle.

She smiled at him, and it was holy.

The fruit in his satchel was heavier.

Jisung led the way, flickering eyes checking that they were following every few moments. He didn’t trust the Beast Hunter. Even with his gentle way of handling the Runner, he felt the acrid burn in his throat.

It didn’t make sense. The troll-fae with sawed-off horns, torn skin from brutal attacks, and chipped fangs from battles. . . yet he seemed innocent. There was wonder in his eyes; he didn’t slash the creatures down in front of him. He spoke to Y/N with a softness. A warmth Jisung envied. It would’ve made the lesser-goblin laugh in other situations. Hells, Chris still wore the iron-shackles of the King’s knights around his neck. Like a trophy. Jisung knew how the iron burned a lowly fae; he knew if he reached out to grasp the chains he’d feel the sear of pain.

How could he bear it? No.

No, if anything, Jisung knew that Chris was not an innocent.

He was not an innocent.

No way.

The curl in his gut had to be right. (The taste of jealousy was sour and drawing.)

“Stupid troll,” Jisung muttered as he pushed branches aside.

“Don’t be mean,” the Runner chided, ducking beneath the branches he had moved aside.

Jisung let the branches flick back into Chris’ face with a thwack. The Beast-Hunter grunted out, a strong arm raising to block the hit.

“Jisung,” she scolded, his true name coming to her lips in a sharp thwack of her own.

Jisung simmered in his emotions; lava-hot in the pit of his stomach as he walked ahead of them. A hand rubbed at her bracelet on his wrist once more, rolling the beads and charms in between anxious fingertips.

The path ahead was lined with curling weeping willows, trapping them in by makeshift branch-walls. Skeleton-esque finger-like branches reached out blocking their way. A wind would rustle them every now and then making the trees feel alive. She was glad to remain on the given path for now. She didn’t really want to climb or run through muck and mud again. Her body hadn’t ached so much in ages. She wanted to fall into a bed and sleep for ages.

On top of that, she was growing hungry. Her stomach grumbled loudly as they walked along. She wondered how many hours had gone by. It felt like more than 13 hours had passed. And it wouldn’t surprise her if it wasn’t fair. Nothing down here was what it seems. Hours could be minutes, moments, or ages.

“So, you are a troll fae?” the Runner queried to the ever-on-her-heels Beast-Hunter. “I met a few; they didn’t look like you.”

Chris hadn’t left her side, hulking through the branches without flinching. When she could she tried to leave the path clear, pushing sharpened foliage with an arm, but Chris was larger than her. He’d bend down and pass through her openings but, at some point, he began to just barrel through.

He was hypervigilant, just as Jisung was (with a hand on his dagger’s hilt.) Looking this way and that with careful stony eyes. He looked at her, eyes widening as she spoke. He looked at her with a careful awe, smiling at her words.

“Yeah,” he crowed out, his Australian-esque accent curling around the word. “I’d look a bit different. I’m a troll-fae from your realm.”

“My realm?” she paused in her step.

Chris kept walking onwards, but slowed his steps and faced her as he continued on.

“Yeah, all original trolls hail from the human realm. Cursed to wander only in the dark of night or else we’re turned to stone,” he recited. He snorted shaking his head. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen the human realm or had to worry about that rule.”

The Runner blinked, surprised to find out that not all fae were original to the Labyrinth. How did he end up here? Was everyone a transplant?

“How did you end up here in the Labyrinth?” she asked. “The only trolls I’ve seen… er, met, were in the oubliette. And, uh, stone.” She added awkwardly.

Chris’s grey eyes turned stormy-dark. Not like Hyunjin’s storm blue eyes. It felt like they grew heavy in his head, dull.

“It’s not a fun story, Y/N.” he admitted quietly. “I—I don’t like talking about it.” A hand rose to rub the hair at the nape of his neck.

There was a rock in the middle of the road, as if thrown there from the nearby wall of the Labyrinth. It was chunky, made of cemented different rocks of all shades and sizes. There was the ever-present sparkle of magic-remnant in its core. The group walked around it easily.

“Oh,” she muttered. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he hummed out, accent warming as he kicked a pebble and watched it roll with a gleam in his eye. “I was really little when I was in the human realm. All trolls now live on the outskirts of the Shadow of the Castle, beyond the Goblin City – there is a mire there. That’s where I lived with my mother until I had to train.”

She could imagine a damp-wetlands beyond the desert sea, beyond tangled criss crossing pathways, beyond the rot of the Labyrinth. She could smell salt-water of a murky bog, taste it on her lips.

“How did you become the Beast-Hunter?” she asked instead.

“Its less of a title and more of a being, Y/N,” Jisung called behind his shoulder. “His father was the Beast-Hunter; Chan is the Beast-Hunter; his offspring will be the Beast-Hunter.”

She remembered Chris saying that – she simply thought it was pride. He was the best she had thought. She squinted her brows wondering how that worked. Was it, like, a bloodline? Like royalty?

Chris nodded solemnly. “He’s right,” he confirmed. “Woven by ancient magic; it’s my duty to the Goblin King. My family’s duty forevermore to be their Hunter.”

Interesting was all she could think as she dodged a scratchy piece of foliage with sharpened red thorns. More bushes began to decorate the sides of the path. Most were dry, dead things in shades of umber, tan, and rotting green. Other had the flicker of life, magic-remnant sparkling in the candlelight of the nearby maze. Small flowers of red burst forth on their branches.

“If you’re a troll, what is Han?” she asked then glancing over at Jisung. His hand tossed a pretty dagger up into the air, catching it easily and swiftly as he glanced around them, cautiously. Nervous. Always so goddamn nervous.

“Him. . . “ Chris glanced back at the other with a tilt to his head. His pouty lips quirked. “He looks common-blooded? A lesser-goblin?” he offered, eyes squinting a bit.

“Rude to talk about blood lines,” Jisung reminded over his shoulder, tutting.

“Is a troll common-blooded?” she grunted, ignoring the other’s scold as she climbed over a root in the middle of the road.

Chris’s laughter was bubbling like a water’s brook meeting a swamp as he shook his head. “No way!” he giggled as if she had said a very funny joke.

“What is a troll-fae then?” she countered, smiling a bit despite being wrong.

“We are strong for one. We are valued for our magic’s strength, our strong will, and our strong fighting abilities. We are seen as loyal,” He explained.

“Guard dogs – brutes – hunters with no remorse,” Jisung mumbled under his breath as he began to scale a large boulder-esque chunk of cobblestoned wall in the way of the road. It made a divot in the path, scattered brink littered everywhere.

Looking to the side, Y/N saw the Labyrinth wall closest to her look full and well. So how did this end up here? With small grunts, he managed to uproot himself to the top of the thing before he turned and offered his hand to Y/N.

“C’mon.”

Grabbing his hand, she was hoisted up as well. It hurt a bit as she was tugged against rough rock but Chris soon swept under her to push her the rest of the way up. Jisung gave her a brief once-over, dark jewel-toned eyes careful over her form. The unfamiliar feeling bubbled up like lava in his heart.

She huffed out a breath as she got her footing, standing with Jisung. But, of course, Jisung turned his back to Chris.

“Jisung,” she couldn’t help but scold, his true name slipping out in her frustration. He paused in his step, glancing down at her like a kicked puppy. But he didn’t say a word, only pouted with those raspberry-bitten lips. Petulant.

The Runner turned and offered her hand to the lone troll-fae below.

“Here,” she encouraged.

She doubted she could pull him up by herself (he was all muscle and broadness), but she could try. She refused to leave him behind. Han watched from the sidelines, eyeing as she squatted and waited. (Too kind, too kind, too kind.)

The bulky man smiled at her, waving her off with blushed lavender cheeks.

“I can handle this; you and Lor- Han jump down to the other side.” Chris insisted.

Brows crinkled.

“You’re sure?” she queried, doubt in her voice.

Chris nodded solidly.

“C’mon, the Beast-Hunter says he’ll be fine; he’ll be fine,” Jisung tugged her arm, firm fingers pulling her attention away. “You’ve got a time limit, remember?” There was an urgency in his tone despite his almost bratty look on his face.

Nodding slowly, the Runner rose ‘til she was standing.

“Okay,” she murmured.

The pair scaled the cracks and curves of the large boulder until they finally saw the road on the other side. Jisung jumped first, landing with a thud before he turned and looked up to the Runner. Encouraging with a hand out.

She leapt, stumbling on the uneven brick. The shock absorbed into her body unpleasantly, springing up her shins with an ache.

“Good?” Jisung murmured under his breath. His hands wrapped around her arms steadingly– he must’ve tried to catch the Runner in her stumble. Looking up at him with a slight grimace, she nodded. Her eyes burned with a pain but she blinked through it and nodded again. Jisung squeezed her arms reassuringly before taking a step back.

He hated seeing her hurt he realized. His ribs ached as he took a shaky breath in. Despair and worry crawled in his veins like maggots. He couldn’t imagine her going through the change – the look of independence in her eyes dulling until they’re fogged by the Change. Jisung had seen it happen over and over again. Would she be a cognizant Changeling…? He couldn’t see her falling to the darker Threads of the Change. Fur and tooth and nail wouldn’t become her – and surely the King didn’t want a goblette. The deal wasn’t something like that. Would she be forgetful? Would she be obedient? Would she be lost in a dreamscape?

She turned her back to the common-fae to look at the rock. Looking for Chris over the crown of the rock remains in front of them.

“Just wait,” Jisung muttered, rolling his eyes out of her sight.

There was a rumble. Low and humming. It grew slowly, louder and louder until she could see the boulder in front of them begin to tremble with the frequency. Her eyes widened in surprise, taking a tentative step backwards in preparation. Jisung’s hand slid down her arm, slow, soothing, until he grasped her hand in his. The Runner tore her gaze from the rock for a moment to look at her companion.

Jisung didn’t look stressed. In fact, he looked almost bored. His chin gestured to the rock once more when he caught her gaze. The rock’s trembling was almost palpable until with a loud BOOM. The rock cracked. In half, cleanly. Revealing, a bashful Chris who smiled amongst the dust and magic-remnant particles floating through the air.

Y/N’s mouth parted into a little ‘o’; her eyes wide in surprise.

“Hey!” he crowed, easily climbing through the rock they had scaled.

“You had to show off rather than just doing that in the first place?” Jisung scolded lightly, turning away from the fae man. He didn’t let go of the Runner’s hand, forcing her to turn her body slightly.

Chris huffed, the dust clinging to his curls pillowing up into a cloud as he shook his head, almost dog-like. “I wasn’t showing off,” he argued. His eyes shifted back onto the Runner. “Much.” He admitted with a laugh in his voice.

It made the Runner laugh, his tone so light hearted and comfortable, it encouraged her to do the same. Jisung’s fingers clung to her tighter.

“So, you can break things?” she confirmed.

“No, no,” Jisung interrupted her.

“Rock – anything made of earth, I can manipulate.” Chris interrupted Jisung’s interruption. “Trolls and stone come from the same Thread.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah, you thought they became stone just ‘cause?” Chris continued, teasingly.

She shook her head lightly, not exactly scolding and not exactly answering his question. “We’ve got to keep going… cool trick.” She admitted as they turned their backs on the broken slab of rock.

The Runner didn’t look to see how Chris preened, rubbing the back of neck and fluffing the hair there. Jisung glared at him.

The trio walked along once more. Rather than a Labyrinth of walls, she swore they were on an endless cobblestone path. It reminded her of the Wizard of Oz, another favorite of her childhood. The bricks beneath her feet made her muscles ache; the pattern becoming sloppier and sloppier as they twisted this way and that through a forest.

It was a while later when her stomach growled and grumbled again. The low pain of her hunger was hard to ignore when there was nothing around them

“Keep an eye out for anything that could be food,” she commented casually.

Around them the bushes were fairly bare, dry and desolate pushed against the wall of the Labyrinth and the cliffside of the Direwoods’ darkness.

“You’re hungry?” Chris queried from behind her.

They had taken up a line sort of arrangement – Jisung led, the Runner followed, and Chris kept watch from the rear. She looked back at him with a gentle smile.

She nodded. “It feels like I’ve been here for days rather than hours. I think its magic.”

“Or the fact you’ve been beaten up so badly,” Chris said, frowning at her wounds.

“Or that,” she chuckled, stretching her limbs until they cracked a bit. Her entire body still ached. What she wouldn’t do for a moment to rest.

Jisung was quiet; the fruit in his satchel heavy as it swayed on his belt. He could give her the fruit Hyunjin gave him. But. . . he didn’t know what would happen. Probably nothing good.

“There’s got to be some berries around here,” Chris reassured, looking to the brush off the path. He took on a sort of prowl as he looked through the bushes with careful eyes.

It was odd how suddenly there were more and more fruit on the bushes as they continued to trek onwards – as if the Labyrinth heard her request. Berries of different colors, shapes, and sizes decorated some of the prickly looking bushes. To her human mind, the thorns warned of danger. But Chris reached out and plucked one from the bushel, humming low.

“How about—” Chris couldn’t even finish his sentence before the once Gentleman-In-Waiting piped up, head snapping to look at the fruit in the other’s fingers.

“No, no, humans eat different things,” Jisung argued, stopping in his tracks, and turning to the Beast-Hunter. “Those berries might poison her.”

“I was going to give her berries we could eat,” Chris retorted, squishing the berry in between his fingertips with a splurt. Deep magenta stained his fingers like blood. Jisung took a few steps off the road to examine the berry the other had plucked with careful eyes. The flesh of the berry was tossed to the barren ground as Chris rose his fingers to his nose, sniffing deeply before wrinkling his nose and rubbing the thick juice on his trousers.

“Humans and fae aren’t the same. She’s all iron-blood and squish.” Jisung continued, prodding at the Beast-Hunter’s tough arm childishly as if to make a point.

“Hey, its alright. We can look later. I just wanted to mention it,” the Runner soothed, stepping off the path to join the two. The two men paused in their mutterings and bickerings.

“This is probably another one of his tests,” she said, looking over the bushes she didn’t remember having berries moments ago. If they had been there, wouldn’t she had noticed? There were sparkling in the candlelight of the nearby Labyrinth walls.

Jisung hummed in agreement; the Beast-Hunter following his lead after a moment.

“Maybe,” Chris murmured. “Is he that cruel?”

“I’m not sure,” she admitted. “But its strange to be around all of these berries suddenly.”

Jisung glanced about. The fruit were dusted in magic; not like the fruit he carried in his satchel. It felt heavier by the moment. He licked his lips.

“Yeah,” the Beast Hunter murmured.

“Let’s just get back on track – Jisung, you know the entrance to the Labyrinth, right?” she asked. “Its close?”

She hoped it was. She hoped she was growing closer. As she turned to look back where they were headed, the world around them had shifted. The walls of the Labyrinth were closer than before (she could reach out and touch it) – the path they had been on gone and replaced by a dirt road.

An entrance stared at them – literally. A stoney face of granite glared down from above the doorway. Cursed troll, forced to bear the weight of the archway. Forevermore.

“Yeah,” Jisung muttered. Pointing at the nearby entrance obviously.

It wasn’t like the original entrance with its grand gate. No, this was an open archway with the statuesque face staring at them with old deep eyes. Strange how a rock could bear such humanistic eyes.

“Beware.” The troll-stone murmured, the cracking of stone thundering and grating. “Nothing is as it seems.”

The Runner couldn’t stop the scoff that left her throat as she walked forwards, approaching the entry. It was the dumbest advice to give. She knew that. The Labyrinth was always full of surprises.

“Thanks,” she mumbled nonetheless as she, and the duo behind her, re-entered the Labyrinth walls. Stairwells on either side of her trapped them in. Turning around the entry was gone, and they were stuck in the brick-walls once more.

“Which way?” she wondered briefly.

“Right or left?” Jisung countered, boba-big eyes looking one way and then the other.

“Right’s always right,” she teased before arbitrarily moving towards the right stairwell and climbing the stairs.

It wasn’t endless stairs luckily (Y/N would rather die than attempt that.) In no time they were high above the Labyrinth walls, on a catwalk of sorts with turrets and well-walked cobblestone floors. Looking down upon the maze, the view was beautiful. She could look down into the gardens, the courtyards, the twisting paths of the Labyrinth, all casted in a golden hue of candlelight. The castle was in front of her, far as ever. But Y/N knew it was not to be believed. One couldn’t truly trust their eyes here.

Continuing onwards, the elevated walk way, a guard rampart she noted, bore things she didn’t think she’d walk past. Abandoned weapons of wood and copper. Things rusted from the cold wet air of the cave. Cannons and cannon balls made of what looked like plant matter rather than cement. This was clearly a wall walk – a part of the Labyrinth guards would utilize in battle surely. It had turret openings covered in soot and dust; portions of the rock blown to bits from what looked like gun fire.

It was odd she was allowed her she noted. Looking far below, she saw guards patrol the maze below. The trio kept close to the exterior wall.

“Are there other kingdoms beyond the Goblin Castle and the Labyrinth?” Y/N queried, tone low, glancing over to Jisung first and then Chris. Both would know… with their familiarity with the King.

This didn’t look like age or rot; this looked like a battle.

Jisung was rounding around a large chunk of the destroyed rampart wall as her question reached his ears. His eyes widened as he swallowed.

“There are,” Chris answered quietly. “The Underground is vast.”

“The Goblin Kingdom is by far the most protected.” Jisung added almost as if defending Hyunjin.

The Runner snorted. “Yeah, with all of this,” she gestured around them. “It’s hard to get to the Castle in the first place with its tricks.”

“That and there is power in numbers,” Jisung commented. “The Goblin King had a large military from guards to knights to generals of war.

How many of those numbers were wish-stolen? Were they Changeling Goblins? Would she be one of the numbers soon? It made a shiver go down her spine.

They finally had braved the more destroyed parts of the watch-tower walls. The walk along the wall was simple, unlike the twisting and turning of the maze below.

“Where are the guards up here?” she wondered aloud as they walked along. “They are all down below.”

Chris’ brows rose in surprise, glancing at the nearby watchtower. It was empty despite its golden glow of the torch flame atop its roof.

“No need to guard anything near the Direwoods,” he said.

“The Sluagh would take care of them,” Jisung agreed, speeding up to walk beside the Runner.

The unending prodding in his skull was irritating. Give her the fruit, give her the fruit, give it to her. It was beyond himself, a voice that sounded too much like Hyunjin for him to be confident the King wasn’t in his head. The peach in his satchel hit against his thigh with every step. Taunting.

“You alright, Y/N?” Chris’ voice tore Jisung from his thoughts, looking over at Y/N. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, her gaze unfocused for a moment. His hand shot out instinctively, grasping her arm.

The Runner wasn’t certain what came over her. Dizziness, her stomach cramping, her head pulsing. Maybe it was the stress, the injuries that ached around her body, catching up to her. But wasn’t the Labyrinth supposed to ensure she wouldn’t die?

Not ensure she wouldn’t suffer she supposed.

Jisung’s hand on her arm made a ghost of a smile come to her lips. Chris followed up behind her, coming to her side with concerned grey eyes and a firm lip.

“I’m okay,” she told them. “I think it’s just, well, everything.” Both hands reached for her companion’s hands giving them a gentle squeeze.

“The first edible thing I see, you’re eating – and drinking! The moment we see good water,” Chris promised. He took protecting her seriously – even if he had failed with the fall into the Direwoods.

She smiled fondly. “Sounds like a plan.” She agreed. “Any food will do.”

Jisung felt like the world was mocking him at this point. Swallowing, he looked over her face. The ashen sweat that lingered on her brow made him concerned. Him! Concerned! What were these feelings? What if the peach was really alright? What if it was to help the Runner? A present of honest and truth?

No, Hyunjin wasn’t ever so kind.

But look at her. . .

She needed something.

Jisung’s free hand shifted to the satchel at his waist, tugging at its drawstrings. Fingertips brushed across the fruit’s firm skin. It was still unblemished, perfectly ripe with its lush orange-red hues watercolor-painted across its surface. The most perfect peach if there ever was one. His fingers curled around it tighter as he pulled it from the purse.

He rolled it between his palm for a moment. A heat danced over his neck, making him sweat as he lifted it up and towards the Runner.

With shut eyes, Jisung whispered. “Here, try this.” Revealing it with a heavy heart.

“Is that a peach?” the Runner inquired, glancing over. Wide eyes in surprise. Her mouth watered at its sight. “It looks perfect. You’ve had this the entire time?”

He forced a smile, a fanged grimace. “Y-Yeah.” The taste of iron ached to bite at his tongue as he tried to say that he forgot. He hadn’t. It had been on his mind since they had reunited. He had to give this peach. He had to.

“Why didn’t you mention it before?” Chris argued from her side. Face scrunching in disappointment and anger.

“I-I,” Jisung spluttered, unable to force a lie through his lips without the blood-iron taste filling his mouth. There was no way to answer him.

But the Runner, kind soul she was, squeezed Chris’ large hand and smiled.

“Its okay; I’m sure he forgot and got scared to mention it,” it was a tease but it was still her excusing him. Even with her ill-state. Her eyes were gentle as they settled back on Jisung. He felt a wave of guilt at the sight of her kindness.

She wasn’t a fae that was sure. Too kind, too sweet.

He offered a strained smile her way. He was too soft.

“You’re a life-safer, Han,” she hummed gratefully as she leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek, friendly and grateful. “Thank y-“ A crash of lightning interrupted her words.

Their necks snapped to the sound; there was a rumble unlike the rumble of Chris’ powers. It felt stronger as the earth began to tremble in a sort of earthquake. Turbulent and rough as she gripped onto Jisung’s arm. He squeezed the fruit; it didn’t dimple under his brute strength.

His eyes were panicked, breath caught as the literal brickwork around them began to crumble into nothing. Like they had never been there to begin with. It was like reality was unraveling.

“W-Wait,” Jisung mumbled as he pushed at her, trying to move them from their spots. Push her away if anything. But he was unable to; his limbs cement heavy. The birds stopped chirping; the world chilled to a freezing temperature. His eyes bulged out as he stared at the Castle in his locked vision. Hyunjin. Hyunjin!

“I warned you,” Hyunjin’s voice was heard like a whisper on the wind. Angered, petulant, venomous.

He was falling, falling, falling. The abyss below was dark and uncertain like a gaping maw of a monster. He felt her skin graze his, nails and finger tips digging into his arms as she tried to grasp onto him as Jisung fell through the once-there floor.

“Jisung!” The Runner screeched as she reached out for him into oblivion.

Deep in his Castle, there laid a true throne made of something ancient and magic. Far from his subjects’ chatter, it was locked behind iron lock and key. Inside was dark stone, cool as ice. The lone throne sat defying gravity as it hovered. Shimmering tendrils of the night sky made solid, like a slab of carved obsidian was carved into a high-backed throne. Stars reflected from its surface and magic hummed from deep within occasionally making blooms of red, blues, and greens dancing underneath the polished throne. It felt like a living thing, contained magic only for the King to revel in.

The coolness of the jewel-type surface typically soothed Hyunjin, but in the moment it burned like the icy depths of space. His form curled under himself, barren feet pressed firm on the seat of the throne as he hunched, monstrously, over his magic orbs.

His face was one of brutality, deep-ocean black eyes locked onto his magical bauble. The image of kiss was burned into his mind as reality bent to his will within the bubble, far off in his Labyrinth. He felt each stone fall away from reality, disappearing into shards of being, so Jisung couldn’t even grasp onto anything. Constraining the fae so he couldn’t move. His subjects were his to command and, in this moment, he used it to his full cosmic power.

Soft lips pressed against soft cheeks. Jisung’s wide eyes of surprise. The blush of rush. Her genuine gratefulness. Her gentleness. Her.

Her. Her. Her. Kissing him. Him. Him. Not Hyunjin. Him. She kissed him.

Jealousy wasn’t Hyunjin’s friend – even when it came to a simple kiss upon a cheek.

No, jealousy for a spoilt King showed itself in its ugliness. It carved down his cheeks in golden streaks of tears. His hair plastered against his honeyed sweat-slicked skin. Blood-shot eyes as he snarled wordlessly at the bauble. The room buzzed with electricity and a taste of bitter ozone as he felt the bite of envy.

She hadn’t looked at him like that. When he’d fought the world for her; manipulated time, manipulated his domain, everything for her. She wanted a hero. He was that for her – why couldn’t she see it?

Her eyes had gleamed. Her lips were sweet petal roses, curling so gentle into a smile she hadn’t given him before. His chest ached. Fingers curled, sharpened iron-tipped nails with rings and jewels dug into his palm.

Hyunjin let out a laugh as he felt the pain prick through him. His gaze finally leaving the bubble to see ichor of purple dripping to the Castle’s floor, painting it a royal blood. When was the last time he bled? Here was bleeding for a mere mortal – a soul he was going to steal and change and meld into a goblin of his own.

His breathing was wild as his gaze shifted to look between the darkening strands of hair. His blonde waves darkening into the black of a raven. The color leeched out slowly until it was as dark as his thick cloak that made his form too sweatied in his emotional rampage.

His stormy eyes settled back on the bubble to see the Runner fall in after his banished Gentleman-In-Waiting. In his jealous rage, the Goblin King forgot she was no subject of his – even as the Runner.

He had no power over her.

His concentration fell, the world settling back into reality with the cobblestone floor of the rampant wall bubbling into existence, but it was too late.

She was falling after Jisung – there was a blur of a figure following her – but Hyunjin didn’t care. No, he was whiplashed with rage. He threw the magic orb to the wall; the image shattering on impact as he let out a howl.

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twst-rose-prisms · 6 months ago

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Yveline Schoenheit's profile

💠 Bio 💠

- Dorm: Pomefiore

- Japanese: イヴリーヌ・シェーンハイト (Ivurine Shēnhaito)

- Birthday: March 20 (Pisces)

- Age: 17

- Height: 180cm

- Dominant hand: Left

- Homeland: Shaftlands

- Family: Eric Venue (father) Vil Schoenheit (older brother)

- Voiced by: Aya Endou

- Other Name(s): Reine de Fleur (Queen of Flowers) (by Rook) Aoi Betta-chan (Blue Betta Fish) (by Floyd)

💠 School 💠

- Grade: Sophomore

- Class: E (no 22)

- Club: Film Research Club

- Best subject: Alchemy

💠 Preferences 💠

- Hobby: Making herbal products, Flower arrangements

- Pet peeves: Being angry

- Favorite food: Apple and herb salad

- Least favorite food: Greasy food

- Talent: Herbalism

Vil Schoenheit's younger sister. A girl who radiates a gentle, mature vibe to those around her and rarely does she get angry even when people provoke her on purpose, and also often carries a hand mirror around with her. Although her personality isn't too similar to her brother, they both share the same ideal - beauty is full of effort and no cutting corners.

💠 Unique Magic 💠

Made in Mirror ( 囚われの乙女 "The Trapped Maiden"): Can trap someone else and prison them inside a mirror for a chosen period of time. As long as there's a mirror around, she can use her unique magic with no troubles.

💠 Background 💠

Yveline's earliest memory was when she was with her older brother, listening to their father talking about fashion and the beauty of dressing up. The little girl was so fascinated at that moment, she wants to try out various kind of clothing, or make-up, or maybe just some simple accessories will do even. She would often look at herself in the mirror, checking out her new appearance while asking her brother which would suits her the best. She enjoys the feeling of dressing up, the result of spending efforts to make herself looks pretty. The Schoenheit siblings both understand that beauty isn't something you can get naturally, and also not something to conceal away.

Her fondest memory when she was a young child is her first photoshoot. She still remembers the anxiety, but also the sensation lingering on her fingertips when the camera, lighting, and people's gaze are all on her. It was a complete success, with her brother being the first person to congratulate her with a smile, she felt like she could belong to the spotlight of modeling with confidence, her father too, was very proud of her and support her career fully from that point onwards.

💠 Trivia 💠

Her motif and theme are based off the Evil Queen's magic mirror.

She always wear make-up no matter the outfit, with her dorm uniform make-up a bit darker and more saturated while for school it's light and natural. She likes to learn new make-up tips and sometimes ask her brother for advices.

She always carries a hand mirror with her most of the times so she can use her unique magic if it's needed. The mirror was a gift from Vil to her on one of her birthdays and she cherish it a lot.

The red ribbon with apple flowers pattern is a gift from her dad when she was just a little kid and she also cherish it a lot, often wearing it on her hair or with her outfits.

She works as a professional model and often takes photoshoots for fashion or make-up brands outside of her school hours. Occasionally, she also works as a print model.

She has 3 million followers on Magicam and is quite popular in the school, though she isn't prideful about her fame and is quite humble about it.

She likes making herbal products, such as soap, skin care products or cosmetics. It also explains why she often smells like fragrant, flower-scented herbs as she likes to spend a lot of times studying and growing them in her mini garden.

She often hangs out at the school's botanical garden and likes to take care of the plants there as well as the herbs.

She also likes arranging flowers and growing them as well as collecting artistic or beautiful flowerpots so she can switch them out weekly or daily depending on her mood at that moment.

She often wears 10cm heels, which implied her standing height is 190cm in actuality.

Despite being a fashion model, she doesn't wear much accessories outside of her modeling work, and even if she does its mostly simple ones.

Unlike Vil, she doesn't work as an active, professional actor as she mostly act as support characters more, occasionally appearing in films or movies and not often. She also doesn't participate as antagonist or protagonist roles much as most of her roles are on the neutral side of the story.

She likes to study about herbs ever since young age, as she pursue both fashion and herbalism at the same time and balance both in her life.

She rarely ever gets worked up about something else or gets angry, as her demeanor is gentle most of the time. However, the moment she gets angry... Her expression alone is enough to scares others away within 3 seconds.

If possible, she would like to works as a herbalist if she get to have a side job or if she doesn't work as a model.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland ocs #oc #pomefiore oc #yveline schoenheit

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koozudo · 2 years ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKPOP MEME BIOS !

unico fã (vivo rsrsrs) do taehyun! :3

BTS = bang chan, tetas e sexo

reza a lenda que se vc falar "sunwoo sunwoo sunwoo", eu apareço atras de vc e te conto toda a história da vida dele!

ai pardoo (haechan

eu e o keeho travando zap de anti p1h

eu dedicando "boy chiclete - larissa manoela" pro seongmin

joy so eu te amo de vdd amor vem pra mim

centro jurídico park jisung, como posso ajudar?

eu e o shota jogando minecraft juntoss

soobin SOOOBINNNN 😢😢😢😭😭😭 SOooBIINNN SOOBINnnn....SOO...BIN!! 😭😭😭😭

tetas, drogas e lee taeyong

intak meu starboyyy

hyeongjun por vc eu bebo o mar de canudinho

se usar, de reblog ou like !

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nicnsmth1 · 3 months ago

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I've just realised that I never showed each person in my assassination classroom socmed au's account so here are some and a few explanations on why I made it that way

pt1!! (feat. karma, shizuha/shinsuke (oc), asano, ayaka (oc), isogai, kataoka, irina, nakamura, korosensei, nagisa)

akabane karma:

dn: mostly nothing except for things he finds interesting (aka the new movies that he likes being released)

username: a = akabane, karma

bio: nothing interesting

followings: class E students, he's a priv acc

pfp and header: himself and nothing

kamiya shizuha/shinsuke:

dn: they really like masuki in bandori

username: opposite of shi-kun (shin-chan) and kmy = kamiya

bio: countdown for ras events in bandori

followings: big five, class E students after following karma

pfp and header: them and their fave masuki card currently

asano gakushuu:

dn: number 1

username: his name

bio: he's doing business on here

followings: majority of kunugigaoka and a few other companies

pfp and header: notes and misc pics he had

kamiya ayaka:

dn: her name

username: no idea, it just sounded cute

bio: kasumi from bandori's catchphrase

followings: friends from class 2B and a few other main campus students

pfp and header: herself and melody

isogai yuuma:

dn: his name

username: his name with the year the anime was out

bio: cheerful greeting

followings: class E and a few main campus students

pfp and header: his goldfish and a pretty view

kataoka megu:

dn: her name

username: it sounded cute and I hc that she's into jp idols

bio: smth cute, again, my hc that she uses twt to follow her oshis

followings: fave idol groups and class E

pfp and header: an idol that she likes and a matching header to make it pretty

irina jelavic:

dn: her name

username: also her name

bio: lyrics from a marina song (primadonna)

followings: a big account that always get hit tweets, she only follows the class E students back tho

pfp and header: her and a place she went

nakamura rio:

dn: yippee

username: ref to the nico catchphrase from love live

bio: a hamilton reference

followings: mostly just students in class E

pfp and header: her and a pic of london

korosensei:

dn: a reminder to the students on why he's actually on socmed💀💀

username: his name but wonky

bio: mostly there to snoop, but you can dm him for studying help

followings: strictly class E students and the teachers (irina doesn't want to follow him back TT)

pfp and header: those octopus dolls that changes moods and notes

shiota nagisa:

dn: his name

username: his name again + numbers that I do not recall what for

bio: he only have it bcs the others wanted him to join

followings: class E students

pfp and header: his notes and a cute pixel header

#assassination classroom #ansatsu kyoushitsu #akabane karma #assassination classroom oc #asano gakushuu #isogai yuuma #kataoka megu #irina jelavic #nakamura rio #korosensei #shiota nagisa #I'll do a part two soon after!!

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pochqmqri · 11 months ago

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With how OtonaPre ended up being mid and had several questionable choices, I know that there are some, myself included, who are worried about how the MahoPre adult sequel will turn out. Even so, I remain cautiously optimistic, as this was always the one out of the two I was the most excited for.

Going back to the initial announcement for both OtonaPre and the MahoPre sequel, it's interesting to note that they only tentatively call it Mahou Tsukai PreCure! 2. They don't outright call it something like Otona Mahou Tsukai PreCure!, so maybe it's not really tied to the OtonaPre brand.

This would be a welcome change because one of the main problems with OtonaPre was that they tried to juggle a main cast of 8, arguably 10, or even 13, in just 12 episodes. This meant that several characters got shafted in development, notably Rin, Komachi, and Mai. In a MahoPre sequel, we'd only really need focus on Mirai, Riko, Haa-chan, and Mofurun, and maybe a few of the other side characters. Realistically I don't see what other seasons they could try and jam into MahoPre2, like not GoPriPre or KiraPre. MahoPre has such a distinctive style to it with all the witchcraft stuff.

Another thing to note from that initial announcement is that MahoPre2 will be airing on the late-night Animazing!!! block owned by TV Asahi and ABC TV, on Sundays 2:00-2:30 AM. This is quite the unusual choice because even OtonaPre, which aired on NHK-E, aired as late as Saturday 6:30PM. Similarly, Tokyo Mew Mew New aired around midnight when it broadcasted. I don't know what this really means in terms of "adult content" though, because even TMMN was mostly restrained in that regard. OtonaPre aired on a night/afternoon timeslot, but it also aired in the same block that had stuff like Spongebob, so they couldn't get too "adult," the most being stuff like alcohol consumption and climate change.

From this article back in March, Producer Takashi Washio notes that when NHK-E ("E" standing for education) was chosen to air OtonaPre on, he was asked if they could focus on topics related to SDGs, sustainable development goals. This is why OtonaPre has a large focus on climate change and sustainability, despite it feeling a bit out of place. I appreciate the focus on such topics, but I felt like it was taking up too much space in OtonaPre when combined with the topics of adulthood struggles and usual PreCure stuff, especially for just 12 episodes. I also think that the aforementioned Tokyo Mew Mew New, which aired last year and earlier this year, was much better at conveying these topics.

There's not much we know about MahoPre2, but I think I can say for certain that it won't have much of heavy environmental theme to it, and more so focus on expanding the lore of the Witch World. I expect the sequel to have 12-13 episodes like OtonaPre did, so not trying to jam several themes into such a limited scope will be good.

Another thing, that's a bit small is that, personally, I wasn't a fan of the art direction, notably the character designs, of OtonaPre. Toei outsourced the anime primarily to Studio DEEN, so most of the staff, character designer, series director, animation directors, art director, etc. were assigned to people who didn't seem to be that familiar with the series and the final product sort of reflected that. It's understandable why Toei outsourced most of the production, as this year, they also had to focus on the usual yearly PreCure, One Piece, the Sailor Moon Cosmos films, etc., and I expect more of the same next year for MahoPre2.

But I think that, at least in terms of character designer, we might get Emiko Miyamoto, who was the CD for the original MahoPre, back. The reason why Toshie Kawamura, who was the CD for Yes! Pretty Cure 5 and Yes! Pretty Cure 5 GoGo!, didn't come back for OtonaPre, seems to be that she's currently not accepting new work due to her poor health, as stated in her Twitter bio. This makes sense, as Kawamura recently did the character designs for the all-male Dancing Star PreCure, which, as a live-action stage play, had less commitments for her to deal with compared to OtonaPre. In contrast, from what I could gather, Miyamoto appears to be in good health, and she hasn't really done much work since Dragon Quest: Adventure of Dai, which ended last year. She did do some small animation work for the recent PreCure All Stars F film, but that's pretty much it. I think there will be time for her to return next year for MahoPre2, along with other staff like head writer Isao Murayama and series director Masato Mitsuka.

Ideally, I would hope that MahoPre2 has the women transform into adult Pretty Cure, unlike what OtonaPre did, but there's really nothing right now that I can predict, other than that it seemingly not being apart of the OtonaPre brand may raise some hope.

So yeah, these are the reasons why I'm holding out hope that MahoPre2 will still be good. Hopefully they don't do what they did in OtonaPre and have Mirai and Riko be paired off with random faceless men, and instead with each other. They have to make it gayer, with maintext, not subtext, like how they kissed in the manga.

#mahou tsukai precure #mahopre #mahou tsukai pretty cure #mahoupre #witchy precure #witchy pretty cure #witchypre #mahotsukai precure #mahotsukai pretty cure #mahoutsukai precure #mahoutsukai pretty cure

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 2 months ago

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World building Wednesday for Jeremy?

BA S I C S

full name: Jeremy William St James

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: he/him

O T H E R S

family: [ family tree ] – Jesse St James (brother); Amelie & Roman Kline (cousins); Josh St James (uncle); Will Schuester (bio father); Johanna St James (mother); Chad Channing (father)

birthplace: New York, New York

job: student, actor

phobias: spiders; being abandoned

guilty pleasures: DCOMs; boy bands

M O R A L S

morality alignment?: chaotic good

sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath (don't think he really fits any of them?)

virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice

T H I S - O R - T H A T

introvert/extrovert

organized/disorganized

close minded/open-minded

calm/anxious

disagreeable/agreeable

cautious/reckless

patient/impatient

outspoken/reserved

leader/follower

empathetic/unemphatic

optimistic/pessimistic

traditional/modern

hard-working/lazy

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

otp: Jeremy x Marley

ot3: tbd

brotp: Jeremy & Blaine

notp: Jeremy x Rachel

Send me “World Building Wednesday” and an OC and I’ll tell you

#ask #answered #the witching ash #jeremy st james #about jeremy

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the-corvus-luna · 9 months ago

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In CLAMP Paranormal Investigations, what pronouns are used by Yuki Ajidou in the original Japanese ? Because the translation on Wayback Machine I found uses he/him, and also has several people refer to Yuki as “Chairman”.

Japan doesn't really have 'strict' pronouns like English does. There's "私" (Watashi= neutral), "あたし" (Atashi = Neutral/Fem), "僕" (Boku = Masc), "俺" (Ore = Masc), and plus many more variations.

Yuuki is described in the bio as being "Technically a male, but female at heart" using the currently 'very outdated and offensive' word ニューハーフ or New-Half which translates to English as.... "Shemale".

Please consider the age of of this book, as it was published in 1997.

Excerpts from "CLAMP School Detective Guidebook, Chapter 4: Paranormal Investigation Episode 0: "We are Here to Explore the "Mysteries""

~~~~ CLAMP学園高等部2年A組所属の16歳。いちおう男子。でも、心が女性のニューハーフ。強力なテレポート能力を有する、女優志望の超常能力者。能力値・「知力」A、「体力」F、「時の運」E 特殊技·<Sci-fi) テレポート遊戲者・「熱血漫画家」岡崎武士

16 years old, belonging to Class A of the second year of CLAMP Academy High School. Technically a male, but has a female heart and is a new-half. Aspires to be an actress and possesses powerful teleportation abilities. Ability stats: Intelligence A, Physical Strength F, Luck with Time E. Special Technique: (Sci-fi) Teleportation. Roleplayer: "Passionate Manga Artist" Takeshi Okazaki.

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Though, Yuki prefers using 私(watashi) exclusively, instead of 僕 [boku] or 俺 [ore]. Other ways to determine gender is from the words used and how the sentence ends.

"Some linguistic features commonly associated with women include: omission of the copula "da", the use of first person pronouns such as "watashi" or "atashi" among others, use of feminine sentence-final particles such as "wa", "na" "no", "kashira", and "mashō", and the more frequent use of the honorific prefixes "o- "and "go-"."

Wikipedia source "Gender differences in Japanese"

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りおん確かユウキちゃん――この場合は「先輩」と呼ばなければいけないのかな―ユウキ先輩は、本当は男なんだけど、心が女だから女になりたくて、普段の制服も女のを着てて、それを学校に無理矢理押し通しちゃったんじゃなかったっけ?

ユウキそうよ。

Rion Sure, Yuuki-chan—In this case, should I call you "senpai"? Yuuki-senpai, you see, is actually a boy, but because their heart is that of a girl, they wanted to become a girl. So, they wear girls' uniforms as usual, and didn't they forcefully push that through at school?

Yuki That's right.

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ユウキ私はいつだってまともよ。いつも真面目にまじめ研究会のことだけを考えているわ。

~ Yūki watashi wa itsu datte matomo yo. Itsumo majime ni majime kenkyūkai no koto dake o kangaete iru wa.

~ Yuuki I'm always decent. I'm always seriously thinking about the study group.

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ユウキそれはないわ高雪さん。私、逆におごってもらえると思ってここへ来たのよ。

Yūki Sore wa nai wa Takayuki-san. Watashi, gyaku ni ogotte moraeru to omotte koko e kita no yo.

Yuuki That's not true, Takayuki-san. I came here thinking I could get a treat.

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If we consider the various uses of of gendered speech, usage of watashi, and the fact Yuuki is referred to as being described as "new-half", Yuuki could be female or at least gender non-conforming.

For more details of the term New-Half or ニューハーフ, I suggest reading this reddit post to understand the nuances a bit more since I am not a native speaker.

This is why machine translations of Revolutionary Girl Utena messes up Utena's gender as being male because she uses 僕 [boku] instead of the feminine あたし [atashi] or even the neutral 私 [watashi].

#clamp #clamp school detectives #clamp paranormal investigations

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Izzy’s notes:

Types of Robots / Mecha:

Things are not mutually exclusive. It’s often combinations of different types / categories.

Non-Giant Robot - probably anything smaller than about 4 meters?

Friend shape - R2-D2, Haro, Wall-E. (Sometimes a giant robot can fit this too)

Androids - Basically just mostly humanoid guys who are robots. Astroboy, Data from Star Trek, Robby the Robot, C-3PO

Cyborgs - generally the type of cyborg where they’re either treated as if they’re androids or if there’s questions about maintaining their humanity. There can be a lot of crossover between what is considered an android and cyborg. Kamen Rider, Androids 17 & 18. I’d slot my Xenu here, personally.

Power armor - It’s closer to a suit of armor than a giant. Knight Sabers from Bubblegum Crisis, the power loader from Aliens, the power armors from fallout, Samus Aran.

Giant robot - big! Lots of categories here, plus some spectrums.

Piloted / Non-Piloted - this sounds like a binary, but lots of stuff likes to have AI or some sort of life or soul in the robot.

Alive / Object - pretty close to the same deal. But all the combinations seem to exist.

Real / Super robot - reals tend to focus on plausibility and super robots tend to have some sort of fantastical element. Again, it’s a spectrum and most stuff probably lands more in the middle.

Categories:

Spider-mechs - there’s enough of them that they might as well get their own category

Military - most Gundams, Macross, Votoms

Super Science - Mazinger-Z, Getter Robo, actually just about everything I know from the 70s.

Hero/Anti-Hero - pretty close to the vibes of superhero media, but with the giant robots.

Fantasy - Escaflowne, Magic Knight Rayearth

Biomechanical - I think the distinction I give between this and the next is whether the focus is on including bio-engineering and being made by crazy science. So I slot Evangelion here. Geiger stuff, too. Both Samus Aran’s power armor and the metroids from metroid could fit here too. Also anything that’s like a cyborg, especially if it’s goopy.

Meat Mech - Avatar, Attack on Titan, Ratatouille

Transformers - they have a different form, normally a vehicle. Transformers, Macross Valkyries, Zeta Gundam.

Gestalts - Combiners, either from other robots or vehicles or something. Occasionally, it’s straight up guys combining’. Devastator from Transformers, ZZ Gundam, Voltron.

Robot for Classica from Ordinary Channel (aka Ordinary-chan)

Swappable backpack - includes head and tail

Changes weapons / look, but not shape

Tons of weapons.

Atleast a little cute.

Quatre’s backpack covered in stickers. Earth. Mole or other underground animal.

Emmy’s the most weaponized? Airhorns. Emote/emotion flag? Nickelodeon slime. Fire. Snake and anime girl.

Izzy’s flight mode. Air. Bird?

Morg? Water.

Bulky.

Torso is a head. Big eyebrows / v-fin on the torso face.

Animal head as the actual head.

#oc #podcast #queer podcast #oc podcast #mecha

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Quest'anno la categoria del #Migliorfilminternazionale non ha avuto un front-runner come nelle passate edizioni della Stagione dei Premi, complici i numerosi riconoscimenti assegnati all'epopea d'azione RRR che come sappiamo non è stata scelta dall'India per la competizione internazionale, rendendo la gara più aperta. Sulla carta la sfida per i prossimi Oscar dovrebbe essere tra la Corea del Sud (#Ladonnadelmistero) del maestro Park Chan-wook che attualmente è il più premiato e nominato tra i premi dei critici americani e la Germania (#AllQuietOntheWesternFront) presente non solo in ben 5 shortlist dei semifinalisti per gli Oscar (effetti speciali, suono, musica, trucco e acconciatura, internazionale) ma anche in ben 15 Longlist dei BAFTA (film, regia, internazionale, adattamento, attore protagonista, supporter maschile, casting, fotografia, costumi, montaggio, trucco e acconciatura, scenografia, colonna sonora, effetti speciali, suono). Tra i due si potrebbero insinuare 2 pellicole targate Cannes: il vincitore del Grand Prix #Close in rappresentanza del Belgio che ha conquistato la nomination a tutti i premi chiave e il Premio della Giuria #EO in rappresentanza della Polonia che è attualmente il favorito dai critici americani (NYFCC, LAFCA, NSFC). Per il 5° nome ci spostiamo in Sud America laddove è in atto una sfida tra Argentina (#Argentina1985) e Messico (#Bardo). Dietro di loro ci sono però 3 titoli meritevoli che potrebbero a sorpresa (rispetto alle previsioni) conquistare la candidatura. (LINK IN BIO) #AwardsSeason #OscarsRace #RoadtoOscar #AwardsRace #Movies #Awards #BestInternationalFilm #BestInternationalFeatureFilm #Oscars2023 #Oscarpredictions #StagionedeiPremi #Migliorfilminternazionale #Oscar2023 #previsioni #pronostici https://www.instagram.com/p/CnKYD-FsIwb/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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yulyeong-hq · 2 years ago

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Bem-Vindo, @yul_jakdoo! 즐기되 조심하라.

Nome do personagem: Oh Jakdoo. Faceclaim: Lee Chan (Dino) - SEVENTEEN. Nascimento: 11/02/1999. Nacionalidade e etnia: Coreia do Sul, coreano. Ocupação: Entregador no Yang Good. Bairro: Cheongho-dong.

TW na bio: Abandono parental, violência infantil, traição, abuso psicológico.

BIOGRAFIA

O casal vivia bem em Sokcho. Com empregos aparentemente fixos e muitos sonhos, deram início a vida de casados em um pequeno apartamento no centro da cidade. As coisas iam bem, os quatro primeiros anos de casamento sendo agradáveis e felizes, mas isso durou até a mulher acabar engravidando do chefe e perdendo o emprego. Isso, claro, foi um baque para a pequena família e o homem não aceitou que ela estivesse carregando o filho de outro, porém incapaz de obrigá-la a tirar a criança, decidiram que ela ficaria na casa dos sogros até o nascimento do menino e depois veriam o que fariam com ele.

Jakdoo nasceu alguns meses depois. A mãe o abandonou assim que possível, indo embora para Seul na esperança de ter uma nova vida e ele nunca mais ficou sabendo dela, já o homem que era ex-marido de sua mãe também não quis saber dele e estava disposto a deixá-lo para adoção. No entanto, seus pais se compadeceram do pequeno e decidiram que se nenhum dos dois seriam humanos suficiente para criá-lo, eles o criariam. Foi assim que ele acabou crescendo na casa dos seus avós, em Cheongho-dong. Os dois viviam do comércio de peixes e tinham uma banca no mercado local, mas o dinheiro que tinham eram apenas suficiente para sustentar a casa e a mesa, portanto Jakdoo não teve luxos.

E ele entendia. Sem pais para lhe apoiar, ele precisava entender. Jakdoo sempre foi uma criança feliz e gentil, era querido pelos moradores do bairro e assim que atingiu a idade para ajudar, fazia o possível para ser prestativo a todos dali. Na escola, às vezes ele era maltratado por chegar cheirando peixe, mas ele não ligava. Ou tentava não ligar. Foi com pouca idade que ele colocou em sua cabeça que seu propósito seria tirar os pais-avós daquele bairro, levá-los para outro lugar e sustentá-los. No entanto, ele era pobre e as coisas eram bem mais difíceis assim.

Na adolescência, Jakdoo trabalhava em empregos de meio-período e fazia o possível para que isso não atrapalhasse seu rendimento na escola. Era um bom aluno, mas não era o melhor e isso às vezes o fazia se sentir um fracassado, e os professores desempenharam um papel importante em sua vida ao estimulá-lo e garantir que soubesse que ele fazia o melhor dentro de suas condições. Ao terminar o colegial, sua intenção era entrar na universidade pública, porém não contava com a notícia de que ela encerraria suas atividades na cidade. Isso foi como um balde de água fria em cima do jovem estudante que não tinha recursos para uma universidade particular.

Seus pais-avós, vendo o sonho do rapaz indo embora, decidiram revelar que tinham um dinheiro guardado e que poderiam apoiá-lo em um curso mais barato na Kyungdong University e a ideia pareceu boa. Sendo assim, Jakdoo começou a estudar de noite, e durante o dia trabalhava, pois assim poderia contribuir com a casa e em aumentar a reserva para estudar.

Infelizmente, no momento em que ele achou que conseguiria algo, a pandemia estourou. Forçados a ficarem em casa, com as políticas de lockdown, Jakdoo e os pais-avós se viram obrigados a usar aquele dinheiro para sobreviverem. Com uma tragédia atrás da outra, o homem que deveria ser o filho deles chegou sem avisar e decidiu a morar com eles, por ter perdido o emprego e estar com dívidas que o obrigaram a vender o apartamento onde morava. Agora tinham mais uma boca pra alimentar e, não bastasse isso, o cara ainda trouxe a doença para dentro da casa.

Por sorte, os idosos não morreram, mas desenvolveram diversos problemas. O homem logo se revelou um grande sanguessuga, e sabendo que tinham aquele dinheiro guardado, se achava no direito de fazer proveito dele. Não foi uma nem duas vezes que Jakdoo brigou com o homem e até saiu aos socos com ele, porém ele era filho de seus pais-avós e tinha mais direitos do que ele. Por dois longos anos aguentaram aquilo, até que a pandemia regrediu e eles puderam tentar voltar a vida normal. Jakdoo não conseguiu muita coisa, mas o emprego de entregador no Yang Good ajudava nas contas, enquanto que a aposentadoria dos pais-avós dava conta do resto, como seus remédios.

O filho deles sumiu de novo, porém aparecia para arrancar dinheiro deles por ter feito dívidas novamente. Era um inferno novo que deveria suportar, mas Jakdoo tentava não fazer parecer que tudo estava difícil, como forma de apaziguar o coração daqueles que o criaram. Tinha certeza de que as coisas se resolveriam aos poucos e que um dia ele atingiria o seu sonho de tirar seus criadores dali e dar a eles uma vida melhor.

OOC: +18. Temas de interesse: Todos.

#yul.aceitos #yul.yanggood #yul.cheongho

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okej prvo činjenica da sam i na telefonu i na laptopu jer sam lenja da priključim miš i skorlujem... you did it again my chatterbox 🤭 1. parfemi angels share prelep ali 27.000rsd hehehehehehe.... jednog dana drugarice jednog dana će nam to biti laganini. dalje the only oneee moj zimski parfem! lep mi je l’interdit rouge ali ga previše osetim na drugim ljudima a imam taj kompleks da volim da mirišem drugačije booo booooooo meni se sviđa intense crni više je moj vajb ja volim vanila pačuli i biber miks ali lush...... moram ja to na sebi da isprobam drugarice videla sam neki lord of misrule (bukvalno biber vanila pačuli) šta da kažem videće me opet lush. e ovaj je basic može se naći u drogerijama ali lancome la nuit tresor je bio tako čudan promenio se milion puta ali probaj ga na koži možda lijepo ide sa tvojom hemijom 😁🫶🏼 2. šminka nemate sephoru ŠTA meni je ovo novost omfg..... come to serbia momenat. BTWWW kupila sam red flag evo peku me usta love it 🥰 meni usta prirodno crvena ali ovo ih dodatno iziritira i love it. nisam nikad probala tu maskaru stavila sam je na listu (ja sad koristim braon sky high vodootporna dobra je) nudestix nikad nisam probala okej okej sve screenshotujem hvala bogu... i znaš šta! mislim da je možda vreme at my big age of 25 maybe i should try out a concelear idk maybe. ALI MOJA FACA VKJEFSVSDFNV kad sam pročitala ime ne ali ugrizla sam se za jezik drugarice ne ali radi taj age rewind u dont look day over 21 ❤️ 3. whatever that was JAOOOOOOOJ bukvalno prvo i najvažnije činjenica da si razmišljala o ovome u šetnjici me ubija like i feel like parasite eating ur brain omfg..... AND IM DOING A GOOD JOB BC HELLOOOO WHAT AN ANSWER. okej prejako počinjemo sa periferijom kao da naravno da "a ja jak kao terijer" ulazi u top 5. naravno. I OUTFITIIIIIII AJDEEEEE znači ništa bez potkošulje i zlatne kajle + na nogama air maxice kako drugačije pitam 🤭 THE WHOLE NADRKANA ORDEAL OH MY GAWWDDDDDDDD no but this is like you with a whiteboard and me nodding like olivia wilde THE IDEA. THE CAMERA WORK LMFAOOOO no i am so happy you liked this ask literally peer reviewied by ana 🫶🏼 NE ALI JA IMAM IDEJUUU ZA NYOKOSUZI -> nju vozi benga, benza, bentley, b-b-bang chan pa ne savršeno. obožavam ovu pesmu podseća me na moju drugaricu koja je rekla "jedva čekam u odem u pariz da bih mogla da stavim sutra letimo za pari nananana deo na stori". Cant make this shit up. okej i will keep it short (said both by ana and teo.... failed by both ana and teo. only thing we fail at) nuči BI bio inspo chanu jaoj ali na najgori način pravio bi se da ima dubok glas onako kao kad momci snimaju glasovnu pa prodube glas ne mogu ubiću se. AND LASTTTT BY NOT LEASTTTTT oh i love the choice this is prime chan and changbin heartbroken loverboys oh i facken love buba and jala literally were part of my og party girl days... SIGHHHH now if chan was there with me.... no comment. i should go to BED. ANYWAYYYYYY thank you so much for taking out time to answer this + sorry it happened ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

top 5 perfumes, top 5 makeup products & top 5 songs you would play to bracha… 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🤭💘

ouhhh i haven’t actually gotten to smell very many perfumes that i liked 😔 i truly mostly don’t like anything (at least out of the things i’ve gotten to smell which is all like. drugstore available stuff like no niche perfumery things which i rly do want to get into!) howeverrr… i do have some that i like:

1. killian angel’s share (i WILL buy this for myself.. one day 🧿)

2. givenchy l’interdit rouge

3. d&g the only one = ysl libre intense

4. tom ford black orchid

5. fuckass lush honey i washed the kids LMFAO i really love it it’s my after-shower scent, doesn’t smell incredible upon first spritz but it develops into this gorgeous subtly sweet scent that i looove to go to sleep with. same goes for lush twilight but it’s a lavender scent so you’d hate it kfhskkd

makeup products well 🤭 i WOULD usually put l’oreal 24h matte foundation here prob as number one however i haven’t worn foundation in almost a full year now so!

1. fenty beauty gloss bombs yes they’re incredible yes they’re worth it. every single cent. i get one every time i travel somewhere w a Sephora LMAO i currently have fenty glow & fu$$y currently 💋

2. maybelline lifter gloss (currently own 5 tubes (moon, 2x silk, topaz, red flag and looking to get more i need one in every bag at every occasion. way cheaper but also way less thick/long lasting version of fenty)

3. maxfactor 2000 calories mascara in waterproof listen no matter how i flip it no matter which mascara i try (ive tried too faced, benefit, ysl, dior and soooo fawking ON) this one is just IT. the only one with such good separation and holding up a curl and lasting the entire day. my main girl always

4. nudestix! i have 3 shades rn (naughty n spice, bondi bae, in the nude) i use them depending on my mood for the day as blush & bronzer and they give such a beautiful sunkissed vibe i love them sm. longwearing too

5. maybelline age rewind (fuck you in advance teo) concealer in shade 5 brightener it’s so good stays all day doesn’t crease mwaaah mwah i also use it for spot concealing if i get spots 😌 gorgeous & cheap you gotta love it

BEST FOR LAST…. literally where do i beginnnn bang chan answer my calls i need you to HEAR my vision. this is just going to be off the top of my head bc if i really got out my playlists and started to get into this i’d need to quit my job to focus on this alone 🙏🏼

1. periferija by voyage & nucci i have already gone ON abt this and i want to show this to them with super selfish intent like to talk them into doing something similar bc i just really really truly need chan and changbin going STUPID on a balkan beat it’s actually crucial to me. lyrics gotta be in a similar vein too A JA JAK KAO TERIJER i know you know. these fits bc you KNOW i need the tank top + chain combo

2. nad****a by zera oh listen this is again selfish of me bc i have this VISION of all of them doing this and ofc felix starts the song what with ‘dragon’ being in the meaning of his name and it’s gotta be a super dynamically shot video kinda like aespa supernova only at the club. felix insane face to voice ratio has to shock your system within the first 5 seconds of a song for it to truly HIT so he goes ‘ko zmaj bebo ja sam tako nadrkana’ [slaps the camera away from himself] ‘oko nas samo momci s lošim navikama’ [an almost 360 spin of the camera wherein you see bracha and then it gets to hyunjin who gets the next line] ‘ceo splav noćas popunjen je barbikama’ [zoom out to see all of danceracha aka my pretty dollface racha w hyunjin in the middle] i could go on. what i personally would change abt the song though is instead of the prechorus/verses i would do a lot of rapping i know my bracha would devour the track i am 100000% sure of it. the one other line i would NEED to keep is chan doing ‘gde god dođem imam pratnju kao predsednik’ ofc coupled w a shot of them all behind him 😌 uhm can you tell this was ALL i thought abt on todays walk LMFAOOOO i need to be like. sedated

3. keeping it SHORT NOW PROMISEEE i just gotta show nyokosuzi to my channieeeeeee i know he’d love it i know he’d relate jebeni lider etc you know how it goes i would LOVE to see his flustered face LMFAO you know how he writes the most suggestive nastiest lyrics and then pretends he doesn’t know shit. Yes exactly

4. opanci - nucci LOOK the nasty fucking tone of voice this man has just screams changbin to me and the mix of traditional singing w the rap strikes a chord to me (loš momak by nikolija another good example) i just think they’d both love it anddd sound so good on the track it’s a win win situation

5. a classic.. GLUH I NIJEM ZBOG NJE i can’t explain to you how much i want a bouncy beat from chan i know he’s got it in him ive heard what he can do. if they WANT to be pathetic i neeeeed ‘bacam ruže sto i jednu ružu na kučku bez duše ❤️‍🩹’ energy over a delicious beat and not fuckass lose my breath with underwhelming vocals type pathetic shit (+ bonus something like Divljam w the bouncy beat and added balkan spice in the instrumental PLUSS kako gleda me ko vučica vuka no no now ive said too much.)

#also i just know chan would SO love šta se pije as a producer tag like are u kidding me coby was such a visionary for that. ANYWAYYYY MWAH😽#keep #of course. insanity must be kept in a secure keep tag

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the-con-she-called-conscience · 3 years ago

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Genuinely tired of being taking 20-30 minutes more of time in meetings. Ma'am, I have other commitments. Ma'am I'm trying to learn skills over here. Ma'am some of us have to fend for ourselves we don't have a barrage of servants helping us with every chore in the world. Ma'am please let me go. Please.

#tiresome is as tiresome does #I needed to learn certain embroidery but can't find frame #I need to pick up clothes and drop off things #I've a gazillion math related works #Bio is e a s y idk why you are trying to make me miserable #although talking of chores I really need to master that scented water ironing trick #I need to go to bank tooooooo #Kaira-chan tries to adult.

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ilvkoo · 3 years ago

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stray kids memes bios❕

em um relacionamento serio com o seungmin

se me seguiu eh pq concorda que o jeongin eh meu i somente meu !!

fofoca, tristeza, gatinhos e hyunlix

amo tanto o felix sera que sou o chan??

jisung se vc nao fosse meu de quem voce seria

eu i changbin dormindo coladinhos ((coisa di casal

fas reclamam do sumiço do chan e ele responde: sumam tambem

minho voce pode pegar o gatinho da rua sai desse quarto faz 5 dias ja

like ᦅr reblᦅg if u use/save ᵎᵎ

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queenri0t · 2 years ago

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Daddy’s Babygirl (Kirishima x Reader) +18

Summary: Kirishima thinks you’re sexy. So sexy that he wants to dress you up and fuck you silly. Luckily for him, you’ll do it no matter what.

Warnings: +18 mature content, if I don’t see your age in your bio I will block you

Tags: Pet names, hard fucking, Dom Kirishima, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, blow jobs, make up running down face

"Ei-chan, I don't know about this," came a nervous voice from the bathroom.

Kirishima hummed from where he was sitting on the bed, red eyes watching the door closely for any sign of it opening.

"C'mon, babe. Please? I just wanna see," he begs.

You were a blushing mess locked in the bathroom, trying to tug the obscenely small skirt down over your ass, stretching the fabric to its limits, only for it to snap back up like one of those cartoon window shades once you let go.

"E-Ei-chan, it's so small..."

"Yes, babe, that's because it's specially designed to only be worn in the bedroom. They're thinking of calling it lingerie," Kirishima replied jokingly.

You huffed at his reflection.

"You're not funny," You grouched, even though you were trying to stop your lips from turning upwards

"C'mon, babe. Just open the door. Please? For me, baby girl?"

And ooh fuck, just hearing that little pet name had your pussy twitching in your cute little pink panties.

Fuck.

"I hate you," you said to Kirishima and your reflection in the mirror before turning away to open the door.

Kirishima's retort dies on his lips as the door swings open, his dick hardening faster than he'd ever thought possible.

"Oh, fuck, babe."

You looked so...innocent.

You were blushing something fierce, your freckles standing out on red cheeks as you licked your…...glossed lips?!?!

Your hair was parted down the middle and tugged into two low pigtails, with a little pink heart hair clip holding your bangs out of the way. Eyeliner circled your eyes, making them stand out, big and blinking coyly.

Your ‘shirt’ was just some lacy pink see through shirt, black choker included

And then...

Kirishima moaned softly as he got his first glimpse of your little skirt.

And he meant little.

It barely covered the important parts, flashing your pink panties whenever you so much as breathed, and your, beautiful legs were wrapped in sheer thigh highs

And even though Kirishima couldn't see it, the thin spaghetti straps traveling up those, beautiful creamy thighs let him know that there was probably a garter belt to match.

His dick has never been so hard.

"Fuck, baby girl," he breathes, standing and slowly holding out a hand

You take it gingerly, trying to ignore the heavy, rapid beating in your chest as you blink big, sparkling eyes at your lover.

"Yes, Ei-chan?"

Oop, yep, that's a 100% boner, right fucking there.

He couldn't hold himself back if he tried, diving in for a kiss.

Moaning as the taste of strawberry lip gloss bursts across his taste buds and swallowing your squeak of alarm greedily.

"Ah! Wait!" You yelped as large hands begin to wander, reaching down to grip your ass tightly through your underwear.

Kirishima growls, kissing your neck.

"Look at my slutty baby girl," he whispers in your small ear, grinning wickedly as he watches goosebumps break out across your shaking arms. You mewl, knees already giving out as a hot breath washes over your neck, followed by a few sucking kisses.

"Ei-chan, you said you would only look," You whined, clutching at his strong big arms.

Kirishima moaned, pressing his dick against your already slick pussy, through the thin fabric of the skirt.

"How can I only look when you're dressed so pretty for me?" He coos, gripping your ass tighter.

You try to argue, but Kirishima just pulls you into another kiss, sharp teeth nipping at your bottom lip and a hot tongue mapping the inner walls of your mouth until you can't even yourself up anymore.

"Don't act so innocent, either," the redhead growls as your guys lips part.

"You knew exactly what was gonna happen when I gave you this outfit. Knew I was gonna fuck that little pussy until you were shaking for me."

You almost burst into flames, avoiding eye contact as your pussy throbs in your panties, your juices and slick wetting the front.

He knew. He always knew.

Whenever Kirishima had something new for you, he always got this look in his eyes.

An eager, hungry look that never failed to make you wetter than you’ve ever been in your life.

So yeah. He knew.But like fuck were you gonna admit it.

"Oh my god, shut up," you whined instead, covering your flushed face.

There's a pause.

And then you’re being wrestled onto the bed, your hands being yanked behind you and held easily by one large hand, and a heavy body settles on your legs as your panties are dragged off.

"Eijirou, wh-!"

The feeling of a large hand cracking across his ass silences you, your eyes staring wide and shocked at the headboard as warm pain radiates through your body.

"Such a naughty mouth on my baby girl," Kirishima murmurs, bringing down another smack that has you crying out.

"Let's see if we can fix that."

And then he's raining down blows, harsh but fair spanks that have your ass turning bright red in a manner of minutes as you squirm, moaning and gasping pathetically as tears gather in your eyes.

And just as quickly as it starts, it ends.

Rough hands dragging across your reddened skin lovingly, squeezing occasionally just to hear you gasp wetly in pain, which eventually turns into a moan of arousal.

"Now, are you gonna behave for me, baby girl?" Kirishima asks sweetly.

"Yes..."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy..."

Kirishima smiles, slow and pleased as he finally lets the other up.

You are panting softly, your eyes wet with tears, but your pussy exposed wet and throbbing, slick trickling down your plump lips.

It makes his own dick throb, eager to use you.

"Get on your knees for me, baby girl."

You scramble to obey, kneeling pretty on the floor with your hands under his thighs and your mouth open and ready.

Just like Daddy taught you.

He's quick to pull down his sweats, pulling out his thick cock and rubbing the head slowly over your small pink tongue.

"That's my good girl," Kirishima moans, gently fucking your mouth with only the head of his dick.

It's fun for him, watching his baby squirm and whimper, getting more and more worked up as Kirishima teases you.

"What's wrong? Is my little girl not happy?" He asks mockingly.

You mewl pathetically, looking up at him with wide, wet eyes, and that's when he shoves his entire dick down your throat, his balls smacking harshly against your chin

You gag, your hands clenching violently into the legs of Kirishima's sweats.

But your eyes also roll back into your skull as the gag turns into a gurgling moan of pleasure.

"That's it, baby girl," Kirishima croons, slowly beginning to work his dick in and out of that wet mouth, not even bothering to pull all the way out before he's thrusting back in.

"Look at you, on your knees, drooling for Daddy's cock. You're such a slutty girl, baby."

You whine, dragging his lower body closer, gobbling down his inches hungrily.

"Gonna fuck your little pussy like this too," the redhead growls, still keeping his slow, steady pace.

"Gonna stretch you out and then fill you up with my cum, is that what you want, baby girl?"

You’re practically vibrating with need, your panties pulled down just under your pussy so that your leaking vagina on display for Kirishima's hungry gaze

You’re working your mouth faster now, lewd slurps and moans falling from your mouth as drool drips down your chin and onto the thin shirt of your outfit, almost soaking the cheap fabric to the point of invisibility.

"Unbutton your shirt baby."

You’re quick to obey, as thin fingers fumble with the buttons as you choke softly on your Daddy's cock.

Kirishima moans when you let it fall down your arms, exposing your hard little nipples to the cool air of the room.

"Fuck yesss," he hisses, gritting his teeth as he grips one of those bobbing pigtails in his fist. "Play with your nipples baby, show Daddy how good you are."

You mewl as your hands reach up, trembling fingers pinching and twisting his little nubs until they're red and swollen.

Kirishima is grunting now, shivers racing down his spine as he fucks your mouth a little harder, aroused beyond belief at the sight of his lover half dressed on their knees, pinching at their little nipples so hard that they turn a darkish pink.

"Fuck, baby girl, you're so sexy."

You feel sexy.

Even though you’re on your knees, letting Kirishima use your mouth like some kind of lewd sex toy, you feel like the sexiest person alive.

You moan, long and loud, and Kirishima gasps, hunching over as the vibrations race up his cock.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Baby!"

'Do it,' you beg in your mind, staring up at your boyfriend with wet, tear filled eyes as you force yourself to take Kirishima all the way to the hilt, your nose buried in coarse, black pubic hair.

'Do it!'

Two hands grip the back of your head harshly as his balls draw up.

"Fuck!"

The redhead cums with a shout, his hips twitching wildly as he fucks shot after shot of cum down your willing throat, gasping and whining as the other swallows it all down eagerly with soft, wet noises that only seem to make his orgasm that much stronger.

You suck for so long that Kirishima has to collapse back onto the bed to get himself to release, his body shaking with oversensitivity.

"Holy fuck..." He wheezes.

Your answer is a strangled hum, and Kirishima looks down to see that you’re still soaping wet and still gently flicking your nipples.

He chuckles softly, tiredly holding out a hand.

"C'mere, babe. Lemme help you."

"I thought you'd never ask," you said with a short laugh, standing on shaky legs and climbing onto the bed.

Kirishima guides you up, until a knee is resting on either side of his face.

He groans at the sight of his lover hovering over his face, your pussy visibly twitching and gushing slick, staining the fabric a dark, almosta dark red.

"You look so good like this, baby girl," he murmurs, tugging your panties to the side to expose your twitching hole.

"Gonna eat your pussy so good."

Your indignant reply is cut off by shocked yell as Kirishima pushes his tongue forward, across your pussy obscenely in a way that makes you fall forward against the headboard with a moan.

Kirishima is ravenous, licking and sucking at you until he's able to press his tongue inside, where he wiggles it until your pussy begins to drip and oozes and then relaxes

"Kirishima!" You gasps, your back arching as you grind down against his face.

The redhead moans into the slicked flesh

He's not hard, can't possibly be again so soon, but knowing that you’re falling apart on his tongue is great stimulation. And soon, two of his fingers are joining the party too, pressing deep inside of your body until you shout with pleasure.

"Fuck!"

"God, this little pussy is /obscene/," he growls, shoving his fingers inside the tight hole roughly. "Look at this, its /swallowing/ my fingers, baby.

You sob, your body quaking as the tips of those thick appendages brush across your g-spot.

"Eijirou!"

Kirishima groans, licking the edges of your pussy around his fingers, dipping into the hidden nooks and crannies until fat drops of pussy juices are dribbling down his chin.

You're going crazy, your chest heaving as you grind down harder.

Tears are streaming down your face and your mouth is permanently open to let out wet gasps and cries.

It's only when Kirishima grabs your hand, guiding it to your red swollen button, that you begin to rub it roughly, your hips rocking up into your hand and back onto thick fingers.

"That's it baby, rub your pretty clit for me," Kirishima murmurs with a wicked grin, sucking on your pussy lips with his mouth as he stabs at your g-spot once, twice, three times.

A girl can only take so much.

Your orgasm with a strangled scream.

Thick shots of slick bursting from your pussy to paint the male below you as you sob out in relief to the heavens.

And all the while Kirishima is there with comforting hands and soft 'Good girl''s that make you shiver as the last of your orgasm drips onto his fingers and lips.

Kirishima catches you when you collapses, laughing softly as he guides you into the warm safety of his waiting arms.

"I think I broke something," you wheezes, and Kirishima snorts into your sweat soaked hair.

"I think you'll be fine. You're a strong woman."

It's worth the punch in the arm that he gets, as well as the seven others that follow, you shouting at him to shut up.

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