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pajarinwrites · 4 months ago

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中秋节 | Wen Junhui x Reader

➳ fem!reader x jun

➳ wc: 6.1k

➳ TAGS: idol!au, established relationship

➳ WARNINGS: omg um, cunnilingus, jun is a SIMP, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it, my dudes), praise, just general adorable lovey dovey softness, but like medium rough sex? ig, not really rough?, i never know how to write warnings, just like i don't know how to write smut woops sorry

➳ AN: HAPPY MID AUTUMN FESTIVAL BITCHES and 女王们; this is only moderately edited bc i actually meant to publish smt for 中秋节 last year but i didn't finish it in time so here it is now (I’m sure it’s still autumn festival somewhere in the world…)! I LOVE WEN JUNHUI

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SMUT I HATED THIS AHHHH i don't think i'll ever be able to write any smut in which the man isn't a simpering, whimpering, submissive, cowering, crawling, obsequious little simping piece of trash; it's just how i like my men, but i kinda wanna challenge myself some time, not this time though :P also i'm low-key proud of this smut? i used miraclewoozi as an inspiration bc their smut is literal art...

also, literally three pieces in one week??? WHO AM I??? this is more than in the entire year before combined, i fear lmao. sorry. i'm off to return to hibernate in my bog for another six months now thx bye, RIN OUT *drops mic

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Jun stepped out of the airport into the sweltering heat, but had to find that merely knowing the weather conditions was quite different from being prepared for them. Luckily, he had left enough space in his carry-on to take off the jacket and sweater that he had needed in chilly Seoul and during the flight – airplane ACs were notoriously unpredictable. Despite this, Hong Kong never seized to amaze him with its constant warmth. At least the eternal sunshine gave him a good excuse to wear a cap and sunglasses at all times.

He flagged down a cross-border cab because, frankly, he didn’t feel like taking the crowded metro all the way home. This way he saved himself from a lot of heat, hassle, and the potential of being recognised, even if it delayed him. As expected, the traffic in the city was a nightmare and he did make it home later than strictly necessary. He paid the fee, dodging the driver’s interested gaze, and mumbling a small “mh gōi” before dashing into his building.

When he was finally standing in front of his apartment door, Jun felt ready to just lock himself in his room for the rest of the night. That was, until the door opened to reveal his parents and little brother. Immediately, his frown softened and he dropped his bags to engulf them in one enormous hug.

“I missed you guys so much,” he exclaimed to groans from his little brother and a soft smile from his mother.

This was most likely going to be the last chance he got to spend more than a day or two with them. With their world tour and his busy filming schedule just around the corner, he wouldn’t have time for months.

Jun had spent years of Zhōngqiūjié apart from them. It wasn’t easy to watch most of his members be able to visit their homes and spend Chuseok with their loved ones. Some years it was only him, Minghao, and Joshua in the dorms. But he wasn’t going to dwell on that. Not when he could finally hold the people he loved the most in his arms. Well, most of them at any rate. He would never get used to having to choose between his biological and his chosen family.

His mother peeled herself away from him, squeezing his cheek and insisting that he had grown even more handsome over the last few weeks. His step father clapped him on the shoulder and asked him about the flight; his brother asked if he had brought him anything cool. Unable to stop smiling for even a second, Jun assented to both questions. He was led to the living room by his mother to sit and relax after the ‘strenuous journey’, giving him a moment to fish the presents out of his luggage, handing one off to his little brother.

“Thanks, gē!” YangYang exclaimed and bounded off to his room to open it in peace. Their mother called after him, “Don’t forget to do your homework before playing! Dinner will be ready in an hour!” Jun smiled, handing his parents the other one.

“You shouldn’t have! I keep telling you we don’t need anything.”

“But I want to get you guys nice things, mā.”

She looked trapped half-way between smitten and resigned, but accepted the present gracefully. With a kiss on the top of his head she stated, “You can rest a little before I call you boys for dinner. I’m making your favourite.”

He thanked her, foregoing the idea of retiring to his room in favour of joining his mother in the kitchen. Most of the ingredients were already laid out on the counter, but when she bent down to pick up something from the bottom shelf, she gasped, “I can’t believe it! Where did all of our rice noodles go? I don’t think this is enough. And I also forgot to buy bamboo shoots earlier!”

She turned around, apologetically, and murmured about having to go to the market real quick to get some. Jun held out his hand to stop her in her tracks.

“Don’t worry, mā. I’ll go get the missing ingredients, and you can get started on the other dishes.”

“No let me go, Jun. You’ve just had a taxing flight and—“ His step-father tried to intervene.

“It’s absolutely no problem!” Jun insisted, not paying his parents’ protests any mind. He grabbed his sunglasses from the side table by the entrance and was out the door before either of them could stop him.

Jun had missed their shèqū, its homely atmosphere, the bustling of the people on the street, and hence didn’t mind the opportunity for a late-night stroll. The closest super market was just down the short road at the main square, and he stopped by quickly before continuing on his way to the live market.

There was a certain nostalgia in going to the market like this, just the way he used to with his mother when he was younger. The stalls didn’t even seem to have changed at all. There was the same group of old ladies dancing in the small park to the side, and a little further down the road, a small group of children was taking turns, performing on a gǔzhēng. Jun watched the windows of his old piano school pass by, still partially lit as students practiced inside. At the corner of the next street was the second-hand book store they had often visited, next to the pharmacy in which he used to sit on the kiddie rides for ages, singing along to jiātíng chēnghu or liǎng zhī lǎohǔ.

Still lost in nostalgia, he stopped by one of the vegetable vendors to acquire the bamboo shoots. Jun enjoyed strolling the aisles leisurely, taking a look at all the things that were being sold. As he rounded one of the displays, someone else was cutting the corner in the opposite direction. Jun barely managed to dance out of the trajectory of them, murmuring an immediate, “Sorry, are you okay?”

He pulled down his sunglasses and looked at the person in front of him in worry. They looked up, locked eyes with him and whisper-screamed, “Oh my god! Wen Junhui?”

Jun was taken aback for only a split second, which he spent worrying he had been recognised, before he could place your face. He hadn’t seen you properly in years, just another name on the long list of people he had to leave behind. The last time you had run into each other had been during Rock With You promotions, when Minghao and he had taken time for their own schedules in China. His eyes crinkled in the corners but he still didn’t dare to take off his mask.

“It’s been so long!” He said instead. You had pulled him into your arms within a second, just a quick squeeze before remembering where you were. You pulled away, pouting, “You didn’t tell me you’d be back.”

“Sorry, it slipped my mind. I also didn’t think I’d have enough time to meet you. Not properly…”

You wiggled your eyebrows, “What does that mean?” Jun blushed, making you laugh. “I’m kidding, A-Jun. But I’m glad we ran into each other. I mean, what are the odds!”

“I didn’t even know whether you still lived here,” he admitted, sheepishly. But Jun wished profoundly that you could feel how earnest he was being. You didn’t actually seem to mind his failure to alert you of his arrival, despite your history. Instead, you continued in your usual chirpy manner, “Yeah, I managed to find work close by so I could stay here. But I’m here here just for the holiday. Staying at my parents, you know.” Jun nodded, accompanying you to the register under more animated chatter.

“Do you have to get anything else?” You asked after you had stepped out the open market. He negated, returning the question.

“Me neither,” you replied, hesitating shortly before continuing, “I guess that means we’ll have to part ways again…”

The way your voice trailed off and your eyebrows knitted together made Jun reply before thinking better of it, “Actually, I think my mā can wait for these bamboo shoots a little longer…” You face lit up with such intensity and immediacy that Jun had to chuckle.

“In that case let’s take a stroll through the park. I’ve been keeping up with Seventeen obviously, but I want to hear from you, personally, how you’ve been doing.”

Falling into step beside you felt so easy. Together, you walked the same paths you did when you were teenagers, talking about everything and anything – back before he had to leave for Korea. He talked a lot about the shoots, dorm fights and misunderstandings, and how much he had missed his mother’s cooking. You winked, asking whether he hadn’t missed you at all, and he couldn’t string together a coherent sentence in reply. Instead he sputtered for a few seconds before you let him off the hook.

“It’s fine. I was joking, Jun. Oh, look!” Jun was glad for the distraction as he watched you hurry of to the pavilion down the path. If you hadn’t changed the subject he might’ve said something stupid. But when you spun around to face him under the colourful roof, with the small pond and the bamboo in the background, he wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t say something stupid yet.

He was sitting next to you, listening to you rant about your catty co-workers, absent boss, and the general annoyances of adulthood, unable to stop himself from grinning like an idiot at the familiarity, the ease of the whole situation. At some point he shot his mom a text to let her know that he ran into you and to eat without him. She simply replied that he should take his time, but he felt like she was secretly glad to have the two of you reconnect. Your conversations veered from family to old memories together until eventually, when the sun had set almost completely, you got up abruptly.

“I should get back. My mom wasn’t expecting me back immediately but at this point she’s probably wondering if I’ve gotten lost.” Jun nodded, getting up with you and stepping out of the pavilion. You threw one look back over your shoulder before smiling down at your shoes.

“I don’t know if you remember but… this is where you said goodbye…” Jun blinked slowly before the memory registered. He couldn’t believe that he hadn’t immediately thought of the day he went to Korea, the last day he spent with you, the day he missed his chance to say so many things he had wanted to say.

“Oh,” he breathes softly, “yeah, I remember. But it’s not a very fun memory.”

Jun decides to look anywhere but you, at the trees lining the road home to his apartment building, the birds flying overhead, the children playing across the street.

“I have to agree. But I’m glad to have you back now. Even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

“Actually, you should visit tomorrow! If you want, of course. I don’t think my family would mind seeing you again after such a long time, and…”

He stops in his tracks. The two of you have reached the intersection at which your ways part. Jun turned to face you. The words were still stuck in his throat, just like all those years ago, just like every time he’s seen you since. But this time, with your hopeful eyes looking up at him, he takes a deep breath. This time will be different. He takes the leap.

“… and I’d also love to spend more time with you.”

You smile in reply, and agree to visit tomorrow. To say goodbye, you hug him again, and he feels like he’s floating all the way home. Maybe tomorrow he’ll gain the courage to tell you everything that he’s been keeping in his heart.

Their dorms were quiet, the shared living areas swallowed in darkness as Jun excited his room. He had been talking to his family via video call for the past hour or two, catching up and trying their best to celebrate Zhōngqiūjié together, even when they were physically apart. You had initially planned on joining the call, but there had been last minute plans that had kept you from it. Even though Jun understood, he had been able to help feeling a little crestfallen when you had told him about it. The two of you had made it work since he confessed to you a year ago, talking almost weekly on the phone because both his and your commitments kept you from visiting all too often. And since this year he couldn’t visit home because of the impeding comeback, he would’ve at least enjoyed talking to you on the holiday proper, instead of just during one of your regularly scheduled calls. Especially with how long it had been since he’d last seen you in person in June. To him, an eternity.

Vernon, Dokyeom, and Chan had returned to their families for the evening to celebrate Chuseok together, leaving the dorm deserted, save Jun himself. They’d all met up for lunch as a celebration before most left to go home. It was an effort by the Korean members to ease the homesickness of those that wouldn’t be able to see their families over the holiday. Seungkwan had ended up accompanying Vernon, while Joshua and Minghao decided to simply celebrate with each other, even though they hadn’t been lacking in invitations either. Jun had made the same decision. They had let him know they’d be out until the night but that he could join them at their apartment later.

Especially Dokyeom had had a hard time simply leaving Jun behind, but the older man had insisted that he was going to be fine, and that it would give him a chance to call his family in China. But coming out of his room and being greeted with a cold, dark apartment, made Jun question his decision. He sighed, contemplating for a second whether he should simply return to his room instead of feeling the hollow emptiness of their shared dorm. But before he could make a decision, the doorbell rang.

He wasn’t expecting anyone, so the sudden shrill of the bell surprised him. Maybe it was one of the members, back early. Maybe Minghao and Joshua had decided to surprise him at the apartment. But when he looked at the screen of the camera system, he was greeted with a sight wholly unexpected. His breath hitched as he looked at you, your eyes staring straight at the camera, a warm smile on your face. Jun buzzed you in, jittery with nerves as he worried you might disappear or he might wake up. You had been talking about your crazy workload and extra assignments for the past few weeks, how on earth were you here?

This has to be a dream, he thought, standing in the open door and waiting for the tell-tale ping of the elevator. When he heard it, he couldn’t even wait for you to round the corner. In slippers, he sprinted down the hallway to the lift, coming face to face with you as you were trying to heave your luggage out. Jun cast it aside, picking you up and spinning you around. He buried his face in the side of your neck, breathing in the scent of your perfume and your skin.

“How are you here?” He whispered after a good few seconds of spinning and listening to your tinkling laugh.

“Well, you know, I bought a plane ticket, went to the airport in Hong Kong, I got on a plane—“ Jun interrupted you by picking you up again, proclaiming his happiness while you insisted that he finally put you down. If he had been a better man, he might’ve listened immediately. As it stood, it took the two of you several minutes to make it the short way from the elevator to his apartment door, Jun stopping every few seconds to give you another spin or a kiss.

Once you had finally made it safely inside, he brought your luggage to his room, before returning to the shared space and staring at you in fascination. There you were, right in front of him, leaning onto the counters of his dorm’s kitchen as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“How did you know I’d be home?” He asked and you giggled, presumably at his flabbergasted expression.

“I kind of asked the members for help…”

“What? Who?”

In hindsight, he thought he should’ve expected this. There had been a curious lack of invitations extended to him this year. Especially considering that Joshua and Minghao were still invited everywhere. And, thinking about it now, the fact that the two of them had insisted on spending the evening ‘outside’ without Jun had also been more than a little suspicious.

“Almost all of them helped coordinate it, actually. They all had to be in on it to some extent.”

“When did you start planning this?” He asked, making his way over to you. One last time, he picked you up, setting you down softly on the counter. This time you let him do as he pleased without protest, choosing to answer his question instead, “Like a month ago or so. When it started becoming clear that you’d have no chance to make it home this year.” Jun hummed in response, stepping closer to stand between your legs. His arms found their place around your waist.

“I’m so happy you’re here,” he murmured, resting his head on your shoulder and sighing deeply when he felt you wrap your arms around him. He wished you could stay like this forever, or at least for a very, very long time. You turned your head, whispering that you had brought yuèbǐng from Shenzhen with you and he nodded automatically. Mentally, he was still focused only on your presence, the fact that he got to hold you in his arms and use his thumbs to draw absentminded circles on your waist. If he hadn’t been so focused on your body, he would’ve missed the small hitch of your breath as he exhaled against the column of your throat. He smirked lightly, murmuring something along the lines of ‘we can eat them later’ before attaching his lips to the place where your shoulder and neck met. You gasped, more audibly this time as he sucked on the sensitive skin, following the line of your collarbone. You tugged at his t-shirt, whispering that you should move to his bedroom but Jun smirked against your skin, slowly pushing up your shirt. As he tossed it over your head, he whispered, “Don’t worry, we’ve got the apartment to ourselves all night.”

He smoothed his hands under your thighs, grabbing onto your plush flesh and cursing the layer of your pants for stopping him from feeling your skin. Jun pulled you closer, to the edge of the counter, so that he could finally feel you pressed to him again, making his hands wander back up. He placed them on your waist, gingerly at first, as if you were going to vanish into thin air if he didn’t handle you with enough care. He still wasn’t sure you weren’t a figment of his imagination how you were sitting in front of him, hair and clothes messy from your flight, but your eyes shining so brightly he thought you were the most ethereal being on this planet. But when you bucked your hips forward against his, all that restrain flew out the window. He slid his hands lower from your waist, relishing in every inch of skin he got to touch along the way, before he settled them on your ass, encouraging your motions even further. Your arms tightened around him, one hand finding its way into his hair, the other toying with the collar of his t-shirt before slipping downwards and below the fabric to caress his back. He groaned, moving one hand - albeit reluctantly – away from your hips to tilt your head to the side. He was overwhelmed with your nearness, the swell of your breasts pressed against him, the smell of your skin filling his senses, spreading through him, expanding into every corner of his consciousness until all he could perceive was your presence, your breath, your skin on his.

You kissed him with so much vigour that he felt light-headed, the sparkle of your eyes encapsulated him, as if he was floating in space, surrounded by innumerable stars, twinkling around him. In his weightlessness, your hands were caressing him, still. You dropped them to the hem of his t-shirt, tracing along the exposed skin there as the rhythm of your hips never faltered.

You broke away, Jun following your lips with a whine. He wasn’t yet ready to leave your cosmos, but you pressed a soft hand against his chest, tugging his shirt off. Jun, personally, would have preferred to resume kissing you breathless right away, but you had other plans. Your hands returned to his chest, covering the expanse of his pectorals, gliding over the ridge of his shoulder, caressing every centimetre of skin while tracing the muscles across his torso. Every touch left a tingling feeling, pulling him deeper and deeper into your gravitation. His head was thrown back in pleasure, his eyes screwed shut while he tried (and failed) to even out his breathing under your attentive ministrations. When your hands returned to his chest and you flicked against his nipples tentatively, his head dropped forward in defeat, colliding with your shoulder.

He was breathing more heavily than he’d like to admit, as if he really was slowly rising through the atmosphere, the air becoming thinner and thinner. His cock was painfully hard, you grinding against it deliciously with every roll of your hips. Separated by way too many layers, Jun thought dimly before tapping against your ass, signalling for you to lift your hips off the counter.

You complied easily, leaning back in a way that allowed him to strip you of your comfy leggings. He watched you shudder at the feeling of cool marble under your skin, goosebumps forming at the sensation. Reverently, he let his hands glide up and down your legs, watching you shiver again, just from his touch. He hadn’t even realised that he had lowered himself down until one of your hands grabbed for his hair and tilted his head back.

Ripped out of his reverie, Jun stared up at you, towering over him, backlit by the kitchen lights. If it hadn’t meant leaving your reach, Jun would have fallen to his knees right this second. In this light, you looked like a higher being, come to cast divine judgement on him, a final reckoning. Jun found he would have taken any verdict, as long as it meant preserving your attention. He would have obliged any command, taken any punishment with equanimity. He would have taken Prometheus’ place, if it meant he could bask in your presence for another moment. He would suffer any acrimony, any scorn, any tribulation, if it meant your gaze would continue to rest on him like this – zeroed in on his face, your expression soft with adoration. He didn’t have to fear any judgment. The only thing written on your face was love. It was mirroring his own, he was sure, from where he was pleading for you attention from between your legs. You wouldn’t let him out of your sight, your fingers tugging at his hair with purpose. He angled his head, a miniscule movement, just enough to allow him to breathe a kiss against the inside of your thigh, a fluttering promise of continuation. If you let him. You loosened your grip, and Jun took it as the invitation that it was. His path mapped over the fat of your thigh, spilling over his kitchen counters, up one leg, down the other. All the while, he didn’t break eye contact, watching your expression crackle and slip, pleasure and frustration mixing in even measures as you breathed a plea, “Qīn'ài de, you’re teasing.”

His breathing became uneven, for just a second, at the term of endearment. You didn’t need to spell out your request. He could see it in the rise and fall of your chest, the sounds sneaking their way past your lips, the shifting of your hips – almost involuntary. The vision of you before him blurred as he tried to hear the rest of your declaration over the rushing in his ears. Your legs twitched under his hands; he didn’t remember when he had moved them there. But now they were here, holding your legs apart, leaving imprints in your flesh where they pressed against you. Jun searched your face for any sign of hesitance, any doubt, but he found none. All he could find was a sense of desperation clawing its way up your throat, leaving a blooming blush in its wake.

He still continued holding your gaze when he pressed his mouth to your core, pushing his tongue against the wet spot on your underwear. You gasped a little, hands twisting in his hair, the slight pain grounding him in this moment. His hands continued kneading your flesh, wandering, in feverish haste, across every expanse of skin they could cover. Above him, you writhed and moaned, his name leaving your lips as if you were now the one praying. Your head had tilted back slightly, breaking eye contact. But Jun’s gaze never left your face, drinking in every expression as he pushed your panties to the side to gain proper access to your sopping core.

“OhmygodJun,” you breathed, head lolling to the side when his tongue swirled around your most sensitive spot. One hand moved from your ass to your core, probing at your entrance just to feel you clench around him, hear the sharp intake of your breath. You tipped backwards, resting on your elbows as his name continued to tumble off your lips into the still air of the apartment. Jun’s other hand moved upwards, taking no care in pushing your sports bra out the way to grab at your breasts, pinching your nipples intermittently. He watched your chest heave as he slipped two fingers past your entrance at once, his tongue lapping between them, desperate to taste as much of you as possible. Your hands kept pushing him closer and closer, until his every sense was filled with you. Your taste on his tongue, your panting breath in his ears, the plush feeling of your thighs around his head. He moaned against your core.

Jun felt your high approach, maybe knew it was coming before you yourself even did, the way he could read your body in this moment, with how every fibre of his being was honed in on you and your pleasure.

“Jun, bǎobèi, I’m…”

His hand slid down to your waist, squeezing reassuringly. Jun felt you constrict around his digits, your moans growing louder and more desperate. He kept pressing his fingers into that spot that had you squeeze around him, kept his mouth sucking on your clit, humming at the flavour of you, until you peaked. You came with a cry of his name that made his chest swell with pride. Your thighs shut around his head like a vice, your hand evidently torn between wanting to pull him away and push him closer. Jun remained pressed to your core, lazily lapping at your release until your legs relaxed and he gained enough freedom of movement to lean back and search for your gaze.

Even though he had spent minutes staring at the ethereal picture of you earlier, he was still taken aback by your beauty: your hair even messier, your face blushed, your eyes glazed over in the hazy afterglow. He pressed another kiss to the inside of your thigh.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

It took you a few moments to answer him, calming your breath. A moment of which he took advantage to return to his full height, leaving kisses up your body on his way there. Once he was face to face with you, he brushed your hair out of your face, looking at you with devotion. You smiled back, softly, your arms wrapping around his shoulders and immediately causing a warm shiver to run down the length of his body. There you were, in his arms, gazing at him with love, bestowing him with whatever divine favour slumbered in your presence.

You leaned in closer, letting your breath ghost over his skin for a second before whispering, “I need you.”

Jun was sure he was about to malfunction. The way his body reacted instantly, unbidden, must have been proof of your power. He couldn’t suppress the groan that rose to the surface, betraying his helplessness in the face of you. But you only smiled, sliding off the counter, tossing your bra to the side, and leaning into him.

“I know you need me too, baby,” you susurrated against the shell of his ear, your hand falling to his crotch, smoothing over the outline of his cock against his sweatpants. Jun gasped when you gave his balls a squeeze, trailing your fingers back up, pressing them into his slit, already oozing with precum and staining his pants. He felt like melting, like he was Icarus and you were the sun, with the notable exception that your radiance was warm and welcoming. It didn’t burn him, it only made him feel soft, welcome, malleable. He melted at your touch, moulded himself to the shape of you.

Although Jun felt it was very much stating the obvious, he conceded, “I want you so bad.”

You smiled, discarding your panties in a swift motion, before turning around and bending over the surface.

“Then come get me.”

He only stared, transfixed by the way your muscles moved under your skin, how the warm kitchen light of his home cascaded over you, the way your eyes sparkled with mischief when you turned around to smirk at him. Jun’s mind was still fighting with the fact that you were real, you were here, and you were his. You cocked an eyebrow, watching him like a cat watched its supper. When he still continued to stare, your eyes darkened, beckoning him with intensity. You wiggled your ass at him, pushing it back so it grazed his throbbing dick. As you threatened to pull away again, Jun’s hands flew to your hips. You yelped at the sudden strength with which he gripped you, pulling you back against him once more, grinding down against your ass with such verve that your head dropped forward. A long groan escaped you as Jun crowded you against the counter, pushing you down and leaning over your back.

“You need me, huh?”

You nodded your head enthusiastically while meeting his thrusts, moaning his name again and again, and growing more breathless by the second. Jun wanted to tease you, he really did. He wanted to ask you how bad you needed him. He wanted to force you to be more specific, to hear you say how you needed to feel his cock inside you, hitting that spot over and over again. He wanted to make your pretty lips form all those filthy words, say his name, beg for him. But it had been months since he had seen you in person, it felt like an eternity had passed since his skin was last allowed to touch yours, a lifetime since he heard you whimper and moan and pant for him like this. So, he forewent any more teasing. Instead, Jun simply shoved his sweatpants and underwear down his legs, freeing his cock.

You whined at the sound of it hitting his abs, wiggling your ass again and breathing out his name in that way he would never grow tired of. He grinned, sliding his dick through your slick, nipping its tip against your clit, once, twice, three times. So many times that you whimpered, an indistinguishable string of supplications, whines of baby, please please please leaving your lips. Your forehead was pressed against the counter now, as if the cold, hard surface helped ground you in reality while Jun had his way with you.

When, finally, he slipped into you, both of you sighed. You voices mixing in the air of the kitchen that seemed to have been growing thinner by the second. Jun’s breathing was growing ragged, and he could tell you weren’t faring much better than him. He started moving, slowly at first, testing the waters and, yes, possibly also to rile you up a little more. But when you clenched around him, any self-control was thrown out the window. His hands on your lower back were shoving you down against the ice-cold surface, making you hiss. His hips snapping against your ass as he searched for that spot that would make you drool over the marble countertops.

“Fuck… yes! Baby, right there,” you groaned when he found it.

Jun leaned back down over you, his front pressed against your back, his hot breath by your ear, whispered prayers of your name escaping him. He drove into that spot relentlessly, repeatedly until you lost all function of speech, reduced only to swears and his name. Jun mirrored your vocabulary, one hand sneaking around your body to find your clit again and rub punishing circles. With the added stimulation of his hand, the pressure of his weight, and the way his cock was hitting that spongy part inside you again and again, you felt your pleasure crest alarmingly fast.

“Junjunjunjunjun,” you breathed, but, again, he somehow had known before you what was coming. His groans surrounded you, your perception narrowed to just the feeling and sound of him.

“Hold on a little longer, baby,” he breathed, and you barely registered it. Just nodding for the sake of nodding, praying his own release would find him fast.

“Doing so well, baby. So good for me,” he continued, almost to himself, baiting your release even more.

A few agonising, timeless moments passed until, “That’s it, let go. Come for me, baby. Come with me.”

Immediately, you released a sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, you head falling forward again as your whole body tensed up. Jun followed your example, his head dropping against your shoulder as he drove his cock into you, prolonging both of your releases as much as possible, until the sensitivity forced him to pull out. He remained folded over you, so close that he could feel his cum drip out of you, landing on the kitchen floor with a small splat. The air felt too thin for any movement, so he remained draped over you, his thumb drew circles on your lower back until you returned to him, mumbling his name.

“Are you alright, qīn'ài de?”

You nodded almost imperceptibly, your hair sticking to the nape of your neck. Jun brushed it to the side, leaving a small peck where it had been.

“Nooo,” you whined, “I’m sweaty.”

“I don’t care,” he replied, matter-of-factly, smoothing his hand down your back one last time before peeling himself off you to get some tissue. His heart tore a little at the weak whine you let out in response to his absence.

“Don’t worry, I’m just trying to take care of you.”

You only whined more when he wiped the rest of your combined release from between your legs before also cleaning the floor. He caught your eyes from over your shoulder, smiling softly, and leaving another kiss on your back. After getting rid of the tissue, he pulled you off the counter, wrapping you up in his arms.

“You were amazing. I love you.”

He could hear the smile in your voice when you replied, “So were you, bǎobèi.”

“I can’t believe you’re really here…”

“I missed you something fierce,” you said by way of explanation.

“Me too. I miss you every day. Every hour.”

To his confusion, you smiled warmly at his pout, one hand caressing along the side of his face until it came to rest on his collarbone. You leaned in, lips ghosting against his in a silent promise, “Then let’s make the most of right now.”

Jun grinned, bending down to pick you up, laughing at the surprised yelp you let out.

“What on earth are you doing, Wen Junhui!”

“I think it’s time for a bath.”

“That is not what I was trying to insinuate!”

He wiggled his eyebrows, feeling his heart sore at your scandalised expression. Resting his forehead against yours, his eyes searched for yours, holding their stare for a few moments. With a smile on his lips and in his voice he murmured, “I don’t care what exactly we do in the bath, as long as we do it together.”

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fan fiction #jun x reader #wen junhui x reader #junhui x reader #junhui smut #jun smut #seventeen smut

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nocturnal-lanturn · 2 months ago

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most to least likely to get bitches: enhypen edition

i did skz and txt (tag them later bc I'm on mobile) before and i wanted to keep it going. ive been highkey obsessed with enha lately so enha i do.

disclaimer tho, I did not know how to rank them. enha are simultaneously the most losery men and flirtatious men I've ever seen. i had lot of debate with my friends on this one

warning: suggestive themes

most likely to get bitches

1. Jake... okay this may be controversial and ik I put losers pretty low on the list usually but this man is so successful in getting people interested in him it's bonkers!! like is he a fucking loser? yes. does most people want to fuck him? also yes. he has great power. 90% to fuck a fan, he would def enjoy the risk of it

2. Heeseung... originally this man was last bc he's to, the epitome of loser!!! he games, he stays at home!!! he literally is top tier nerd and weirdo. but by GOD is this man fine and he knows it. he's literally so flirty it hurts my lil heart. he knows how to get pussy and will do it successfully. tbh I think his face card swipes him into a lot of the possible situations and he can carry himself to the bed. I don't think he would initiate tho... 75% likely to fuck a fan, I think he's cautious but he be looking like he knows his way around an NDA...

3. Sunoo... this man is a CHARMER. he KNOWS how cute he is, how hot he is, and he USES IT AGAINST YOU. (kinda off topic, but I feel very validated because I believe all water signs are borderline manipulators to some extent and I looked him up and he's a CANCER!!! the worst of them all) he knows how to get in people's pants 100% but I think he prolly won't bc he's NAWT a whore. but you see how literally everyone falls for him?? my proof. 40% likely to fuck a fan. wouldn't really want to but would do it for the ego ig

4. Sunghoon... this man is WEIRD. if he just stands there, 100% gets bitches. I don't think he really wants them ngl. he'll attract but won't bag anyone. 20% likely to fuck a fan, this man does not seem that freaky

5. Jungwon... this is where the list gets muddy. I think jungwon CAN get bitches, but he may choose not to fr. he's not like the most flirty person but he's great in social situations and will be able to maneuver into someone's pants. 45% likely to fuck a fan, I think he's really conscious

6. Jay... ZADDY!!! JK but I think he's the most anti-whore out of the group, he could bag but wouldn't care to. like he would make you drink water before he would drag you to his hotel room y'know? 20% likely to fuck a fan. I just think he's too safe

least likely to get bitches

as usual this is very unserious ty <3 (this excludes riki as he's my age and ion wanna put him on here rn... maybe I'll update within the next few months)

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larstudy · 1 year ago

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⛅ 15.02.2024 // not a great day honestly. It went really really well for most of the day, I was tired but motivated and full of energy and productive! I went to my lectures and studied biochemistry for 4h when I went back home.

But around 6pm my exams results were put online (and yes I don't have either the details of the grade nor the correction). I was expecting to be deceived as I know how my uni works and how unfair the grades can be. But yet, I was expecting to at least not have to retake this subject I worked really hard on. I don't understand any of this. At first I was reaaaally angry and some people were reaaaally really nice to me and it helped a lot (thanksss fr) but now I'm just feeling empty and tired (hey, it's the five stage of grief ig). I try to not listen to my thoughts, to stay busy until they fall silent. It'll pass within a few days but it's hard being a student nowadays ahah

Edit : Fuck I forgot my logs, here they are :

🧾 logs

glasses of water : 💧💧💧💧

hours of study : 4h (+2h of lectures)

hours of sleep : 5h30 (tired zzzzz)

#dailylar #studyblr #french student #french studyblr #study #pharmacyblr #studyblr community #pharmacy student #pharma student

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sleepyconfusedpotato · 1 year ago

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He can't be FR 😭😭

NOPE. NO. Nu-Uh. No no no no.

Nonono. No No No. Nopedy nope.

No. No no no no no no. NOPE.

NOPE.

(Edit : The account is most likely fake, since apparently both Sam and Elliot don't have TT account. The bts videos was also in Elliot's IG so let's take it with grain of salt)

Okay look. As much as I want the boys and girls to be happy and thrive and live on, I want something BAD to happen to them. Hear me out.

OG!Makarov (for those who don't know...) was such a destructive force. He single-handedly started World War 3, nuked cities, took down NATIONS. He was the literal ultimate enemy.

For the last two games, Barkov was not the best villain (yes he invaded Urzikstan but he only appeared in very few scenes), while in MWII we literally only chase Hassan around, like Valeria and Graves were a better villain (they were not the supposedly main villain).

MWII lacked the grit and guts that the OG!MW had. OG!MW did NOT hesitate on taking down cities, nations, and most importantly they DID NOT hesitate to KILL OFF characters or at least let something BAD happen to the characters. Like for instance, in the end of OG!MW2, Soap fucking got STABBED IN THE CHEST by Shepherd. NOW THAT IS THE SHIT.

(+ there are dramatic quick time events. BRING BACK QUICK TIME EVENTS)

Again, for those who don't know, OG!MW3 ended with ALL of 141 dying except Price. Yes you read that right.

Now, what I would want to see is for the reboot!Makarov be the destructive force that he is. Take down cities, nations. Kill people without remorse. SHOW US that he is indeed the ultimate enemy. How?

Let bad things happen to the boys. Let 141 FAIL. Not the "oh we fail, try next time." But the "people-fuxking- died-critical-consequences-perilous-dreadful-we FUCKED UP" Failure. The failure where you can't go back. The failure that has timely consequences. Where it's irrevirsable.

Let them fail, and then let us see how they cope with failure. Let us see how they come back together. Let us see a development on the characters on how they should face this archenemy.

Who do I think would die?

I have one person on my mind.

Kate Laswell.

Imagine 141 without Laswell's voice to guide them. Imagine a mission without Laswell's voice of reason. Voice of security that everything will be fine.

Imagine Price losing Laswell.

Now that is a version of Price that I would want to see.

This campaign will be interesting...

#RESPECTFULLY. VERY RESPECTUFULLY. WITH THE UTMOST LOVE I HAVE FOR YOU #SHADDAP ELLIOT #BE QUIET MR KNIGHT #WHAT ABOUT THE NDA. MR KNIGHT???#WHAT ABOUT THE NDA #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw #cod #call of duty modern warfare 3 #call of duty modern warfare III #call of duty modern warfare 2023

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reegis · 1 year ago

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Yo! Do you have any notes/tips for your coloring process? I've always had trouble with that part of drawings looking good lmao and I really like yours! If not for your specific style, do you have any tips with that in general?

Iv gotten a few asks about how I color but iv always avoided answering because

A) I am absolutely awful at explaining things, and

B) I am a very Very lazy artist you should probably Not do the things that I do

BUT i feel bad gatekeeping(?) my horrible technique if it helps anybody ig ill try and explain so

✨✨✨Welcome to Reegis’ Probably Not Reputable (But Very Long Winded) Art Advice✨✨✨✨

line art of a random character for the example, just pic whatever colors you have in mind for your base colors, you can try using palette generators or basing it off of existing palettes/characters/whatever I have absolutely no idea how color theory works (& this is why you shouldnt listen to me) so im solely going off of vibes. but it is Rough so onto step 2 & 3

(edit to add i usually start off with the skin hair & clothes on separate clipping layers and merge them together towards the end.. i think i forgot to say that at all here oops)

I abuse the hellll out of layer blending modes. overlay, saturation & multiply mainly, but also difference, brightness & screen. (just doodle something & try all of em out to get a feel for them honestly ik theres a Lot and they can be intimidating) for this i just wanted a more cohesive warmer tone to start with so i added a peachy overlay & a slight ombré to the hair to add a bit more interest to the character.

then just the most basic of rendering, some blush & highlights just wherever i think theyd go.

Another thing they tell you Not to do, my next step is to block out all my shading in a vaguely purpleish multiply layer!!! i cant be assed to do it any other way im sorry…. once i have the basic shading down, i lock the layer & go in with air brush eraser & also airbrush in other colors wherever I think the purple is maybe too harsh/clashing

still wasnt 100% happy with the colors so messed around with some more layer filter/modes/whatever you call them then colored in my line art! i think this is honestly the saving grace for all of my art shshsdhhf color your lines people. doesnt have to be all (i dont, i like the contrast) but it usually helps to make some at least a little less harsh

then with a little more color tweaking im done! one random sleepy dude, fully colored (by my standards)

and then if a piece needs more dramatic lighting you justttt

im so serious play around with layer settings! these are just basic multiply & add(glow), there as so many others you can abuse the shit out of & nobody will know or care in your finished piece.

was this?? in any way helpful???? I hope so.

#THIS IS A BELATED ANSWER FOR ALL OF U MY B #scrolled back to find the earliest one i could bc i mean… you asked first #if this was in Any way helpful…. im glad #and also sorry. probably dont do these things #hmu if youd like me to clarify anything ill… do my best #asks #my art

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puuta-heinaa · 10 months ago

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Joker Out, Paris (Café de la danse) 22.3.2024

I arrived at the venue around 14ish, and was third to last in the EE queue. However queueing is part of the party! I exchanged sooo many bracelets and met amazing people, some of which I just met that day, some I knew from Discord or tumblr or earlier gigs, couldn't have been happier. Got selfies with Bojan and Jan?? Hug from Bojan??? HELLO. That would never happen in Finland. I described his hug as jämäkkä and turvallinen, which roughly translates to sturdy and safe.

Some of the bracelets I made for the concert!

Met someone in the queue who had hawk's eyes and who encouraged me to go and ask for a selfie with Jan, and later on she spotted Bojan on the street 100 m before everyone else did. I had a chance to give Bojan 3 2 ananaslonkero -bracelet that I'd made, with a tiny drink charm. If the main joke in fandoms is that a hug from your blorbo would cure you? well it's true. Getting a hug from Bojan removed some stiffness between my shoulder blades that I didn't even know was there. It was literally easier to breathe after the encounter. I also kept vigorously shaking for 3-5 minutes afterwards, so much that some people asked if I'm ok. Just released years worth of trauma ig. Also LOTS of happy hand stims throughout the day, my autism was showing lol.

Jan was outdoors SMOKING!!! And Bojan had charmingly dirty hair! He was taller than I had thought.

ANYways the gig !! I ended up on Jance side, which was nice as I was on Kris' side in Helsinki. Whole stage was about as wide as K-18 section at Kultsa, and I think they suit better on smaller stages.

We got Vem da Gres and Gola in soundcheck! I was wearing Vem da gres -bracelet that I got in Helsinki a few weeks ago and thought about that person for a few seconds!

Gola was ok. Bojan got disney mickey ears, and he was wearing my 3 2 ananaslonkero bracelet. Bojan also got a maca plushie that he was NOT scared of, he even made it fly.

Kris left the stage as soon as the last notes of Gola were over, other boys stayed jamming in accelerating speed for couple of more minutes. I showed them my UM sign that only read "I want to sing UMAZAN" at that point. :')

20h02 was ok, didn't connect with their music at all though. JC Stewart seemed a bit sick, but sounded good nevertheless. Finished my sign.

They started with Katrina and Bele Sanje, and people were singing even guitar riffs along. Dopamin hit like dopamine followed by Ne bi smel, Nace was staring at me several times during those songs.

Liinu's superb edit of staring sc Nace and struggling Kris and Arcti's edit about Jan's forgotten library books made my day

People were already singing along to Sta bih ja, and Bojan was sooo happy (and sweaty. We were all very sweaty, the concert hall was ridiculously warm.). Kris disappeared for a moment in the beginning of Sta bih ja, and Bojan looked like a lost puppy (wait, where is kris?? about 5-10 seconds into sta bih ja). Bojan said Kris didn't like how Jan played the riff and that's why he left the stage :P. Jan flipped a bird to him.

Decibels raised by about 20 when they played Ona and Demoni. Turns out they might be the easiest to sing along for absolutely everyone, not just for people who speak Finnish. Bojan looked me directly into eyes during second verse of Demoni for several seconds, and I felt so seen (in a good way). EE was definitely worth its price.

In Helsinki I felt like the setlist was over before it even started, but in Paris it felt more like we were really dancing and playing until the stars fade. I think it had something to do with how much they interacted with each other and with the public during each song. In Helsinki they seemed like they had forgotten how to be on stage, and there was just TOO MUCH SPACE, whereas Paris had Nordic Tour energy.

They all moved a LOT on stage!! Kris was on jance side several times! Nace had a mating dance thingy going on with Kris at least twice, Jan once. Jan interacted with the public on Kris's side a few times. Bojan almost run into Kris at one point - no wonder he caressed Kris's arm to let him know he's there before grapping his hips?? and dancing behind him??? during Behind those eyes. It's cafe de la danse after all.

Def thinking "THIS is how we'll trend on tumblr tonight" right after the famous dance

Everybody's waiting and soooooo many people raised hands when Bojan asked in his spiel before the song if anyone here suffers from panic or anxiety attacks, and I think it made everyone feel less alone. He sang I'm the problem it's me -line to make things a bit lighter before proceeding to the song.

We got Omamljeno Telo and I felt SOOOO HAPPY (but also sad for Moonu) but also SOOOO HAPPY it was on the setlist, I think I screamed VITTU JES on top of my lungs (manifesting it for Ruisrock huh). Famous water spray on Jan during OT, and it shows I've grown old, because instead of "yeeeess I want Bojan's spit on me" I went "rat disease, why am I not wearing a mask".

Everyone sang along during CD, not in French though even if there was a fanproject French translation published a whole 28 hours before(....). Plastika hit like a hammer once again, but I think I was already waiting and stressing for UM, so I didn't mosh for example. Which, good idea, because my neck was soooo sore after Helsinki.

Bojan announced the karaoke song, and asked which versions we have today. He saw my sign, asked "Slovenian version?", to which I "said" (from 4th row on Jan+Nace side) Finnish version, and he heard it and corrected himself and said perfect. I was not afraid at all even if I knew I'm probs going to sing in front of about 500 people in 5ish minutes???? How??? I'm usually a ball of anxiety but here I was just proud and excited to sing my version of it.

I loved the Bretogne/French version (I've still no idea what were the words, but it rhymed super well and she sang well, but that was def NOT paris region French), cringed at some of the "translations" because they did not fit the lines and did not rhyme, sang along to Slovenian versions in Finnish, felt bad for one of them as the karaoke singer started at the wrong moment and Bojan spent most of their special moment trying to orchestrate the band.

When Bojan approached with "I think we still have a Slovenian version, OH NO, A FINNISH VERSION" I chortled, and felt the last bits of nervousness disappear. (Cue "some boat, titanic, oh no".) I had my ACTUALLY finger pointing moment, which, on point with my personality, telling him it's a hybrid version. I don't know what he meant with SUOMI SAA, but it was NOT full-on Suomi SAATANA, that much is certain. I quite like the idea/interpretation he was making a pun with SAA(tan)Are you ready? But who knows. Sad about missed chance to answer "ArE YoU???" now that I think about it, but at least I wasn't the only one who failed the moment :') . Speaking of cursewords though, a histronic youngster next to me did shout vittu though! I loved my spot but she was super annoying throughout the evening.

The Finnish version is in the beginning of this one, and the Arabic version right after Finnish version is AMAZING. The French version is on the first part, as well as Bojan going "uuu Finnish version? perfect".

Started in Slovene, which made him have a Ok?? face, but when I switched to my own Finnish version that rhymes with the Slovene version, he raised his brows and seemed so impressed that I just nodded to him, sending telepath(et)ic messages that yes, our languages match and rhyme, about time you collaborate with Jere. I think he remembered I asked for a hug in the afternoon, because he did not hug everyone during karaoke. Afternoon hug was better btw.

I love his little surprised smile right when I finish the first Finnish line on this one

I usually think quite a lot about how other people perceive me, but now I didn't give a single fuck, just enjoyed being the main character for 20 seconds, having this interaction with my blorbo. Forever grateful for the 4 different angles I received from friends I made in the queue, and 1 from a random guy who asked me after the concert if I'd like to receive a video he took of me singing. Even Vita was filming the whole thing with her big light + camera + phone ensemble. I often sing in my car, and even IMAGINING i'm singing karaoke makes my voice suddenly tiny and weak and compressed, so I'm overflowingly glad it went this well, you have no idea even if I've just bragged about it for 4 paragraphs.

I later realised I was the only one who didn't hold the mic themself, this is a clear example how I objectify the boys, seeing Bojan just as a mic stand.��😵‍💫

I got fluent Kiitos from Bojan, that guy needs to move to Finland he speaks Finnish so well. Also LMAO I forgot to sniff him in the afternoon, now I'm praying the snifff I took after karaoke wasn't too evident and doesn't show on Vita's video……….. Jere is wrong, Bojan does not smell like shit, but there were no parfume smell either? He just smells like nothing in a pleasant, pheromone rich way lol.

my translation: Sanje so tvojega okusa Aamuihin taas tuoksusi Neula ei haarukassa Sieluni on hukassa Etsimässä tietään luoksesi

I haven't figured how to translate the first line. I've been playing with "Makus' on tarrannut uniini", but it does not rhyme with the og well enough. Otherwise super proud of my version. Neula and haarukka are parts of compass, basically saying the compass is layed on the map the wrong way. 🧭

This is how small the place was??? I was in 3/4th row, and the hat guy in the right corner was right behind me during the concert so the club truly was tiny.

Apparently bubbles were not allowed on stage in Cafe de la danse? But some people had brought their own so we had bubbles anyway.

Jure exchanged his drumstick to a breadstick. I laughed because a) it was a clever pun and b) such a stereotypically French thing to bring a BAGUETTE wrapped in a napkin to a concert. Also no wonder boys are always sick, I don't even want to know how many people touched that bread before it was on stage.

Life is pain (in mouths)

We waited for the boys after the concert outside the venue in the rain, and they walked past quite quickly. Bojan stayed for 30 seconds to take a group selfie. <3

Honestly so happy I traveled there and met amazing people and surpassed myself on so many levels.

I feel like 2004 again, because that's when I last made a post this long on livejournal and also when I last was this hyped about a group.

I loved band's AMAZING OUTFITS in Café de la danse, everyone had some idrija lace on them, and I'm afraid my next special interest will be bobbin lace.

#joker out #cafe de la danse #my concerts #sys tour #umazane misli #bojan cvjetićanin #kris guštin #nace jordan #jan peteh #jure maček #metrijormaus

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bloodyviolentine · 2 months ago

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SMILE 2 ENDING THEORY (re-explained)

I'm doing this again because I didn't really like how I did it in my last post. It was very rushed and I was kinda on a time crunch at the time. I think i didn’t really explain it well enough for people to understand, i mean there are probably some of you that did but looking back in my eyes it just looks like shit and not properly explained. I posted it on my second IG account where I now post some theories and updates on other stuff and since IG has a word limit I couldn’t explain a lot more of it and just used that to put it on here and add a little more but it just wasn’t enough for me at least. (Edit: I don't have the account anymore lmao)

So here is the theory properly explained.

A recap of what happened after Skye was chased by her backup dancers.

A few days after watching the movie in theaters I was looking back at the first teaser Interscope Records released to promote Skye’s song ‘Blood On White Satin’ released on June 14, 2024.

This was when Smile 2 was doing a secret marketing campaign to seem like Skye was a real person and it did work by making a fan account with the user ‘skyerileynation’, putting up billboards in LA and the UK with a QR code, pop culture accounts teasing her new era, another video about Skye, and having the character’s name be Quinn Parsons on the IMDB page and the casting list for the movie until the 2nd trailer released.

And they were hiding Naomi’s face so it wouldn’t ruin the marketing. Of course there were a lot of people thinking she was real.

I was looking back at it because I remember how excited I was when they said it was going to be a pop star getting the curse and she was going to be played by Naomi Scott. I love horror, pop music, and Naomi so I didn’t shut up about it for months.

Here’s the teaser.

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In the teaser you can see Skye going to stage excited, obviously you can’t see her due to not ruining who she looks like but by body movement. And in the rest of the video it’s her performing the song on stage with a different outfit, showing small clips of the movie, and 2 clips of Skye facing the other way.

Now here’s the theory.

After watching the teaser again I noticed in the first 10 seconds she was wearing the exact same outfit she didn’t want to wear because it showed her scar.

I didn’t think too much of it until in the last 3 seconds of it it was her on stage looking at her fans. I quickly went back to the beginning and noticed she had the exact same hair from the end of the movie and realised it was the day of her official comeback.

I went to talk about it on twitter and said that is kinda footage of how she got there, but how exactly it was still confusing for me and a lot of people because how the hell did she go through all of that and her label still made her go on tour?????

That’s when someone replied with “The entity must’ve controlled her body there when it stuck its hand in her mouth”.

I was so surprised when I saw that because I didn’t think of that and I just thought when it put its hand in her mouth just to traumatize her or just put her to sleep.

So I also thought that it must have put a piece of it in her and when she woke up in the private clinic it wasn’t her it was the entity acting as her. Let me explain:

I think after she said “I wish you could feel what it's like to live inside my head” to her mom, some type of switch happened after the entity possessed her mom.

The real Skye was put in some type of coma in her head, obviously hallucinating the clinic, car, and the pizza hut. And the fake Skye who is being controlled by the entity apologized to Elizabeth, apologized to everyone on her team and was ready to start the tour.

And when the entity closed the doors on her and when they opened again that is when she woke up. That is why the entity said “This isn’t real, Skye” and “You’re not in control, Skye…. I am”.

So basically what I am saying is that in the first teaser they released showing Skye going on stage all happy it wasn’t her, it was the entity possessing her body all excited to curse thousands of people in the crowd.

While the real Skye was sent into some coma and woke up when she got on stage.

It was not kidding when it said “i like wearing your skin”.

If this was ever to be true by Parker Finn it would make this movie a thousand times better because it really shows how powerful the entity is and what other crazier things it can do in the 3rd movie.

So did they basically had the ending in front of our faces? Yes. Was the ending pretty predictable when they said it was going to be a pop star getting it? Yes. BUT the way Parker Finn did it made it SO FUCKING GOOD I CANT LIE.

(Also I think when Skye stabbed herself with the needle in her neck, I don’t think the drug was in there, it looked empty to me. And when she was about to faint it was probably blood loss from her foot or not eating and drinking water. Throughout the whole movie she did not eat once and that was probably because of Lewis’ death because of how gross it was or after the car crash she started not eating much.)

One more thing I want to share that doesn't really have nothing to do with this but someone in the comments on the first post of this theory thought I didn't get the whole thing of the entity and the movie even though I do. Like this is just something cool i wanted to share that is all. not everybody is going to get it when they first watch something like this that is why there are explanations videos.

This is it for now. I will update if Parker says anything about the ending in some interview or in any or the special features they will release. I would love to hear what you guys think about this. Thank you for reading this thread.

#smile 2 #smile #smile movie #skye riley #horror #horror movies #horror theory #horror film #psychological horror #movie theory #fan theory

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genericpuff · 2 years ago

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Rachel "Retcon" Smythe Strikes Again!

Okay, so I've been seeing pictures of Volume 4 of Lore Olympus floating around, and people are ALREADY FINDING RETCONS.

Most notably so far, some added panels in the Hades and Apollo confrontation that happens outside Artemis' house (when Persephone steals Apollo's lyre) in Episode 81.

This is the original scene, for anyone who needs a refresher:

Aaaand here are the panels that were added.

(all pictures of Volume 4 are courtesy @iwannagutyou on IG!!! thank you for giving me permission to use these! <3)

First of all, the art. It's so noticeably bad. You can tell Rachel has completely lost her ability to draw these characters in the S1 style, I'm fairly certain she took the panel of Hades from the old version and just copy pasted it to try and get around it (look at the posing) but it's incredibly obvious looking at that third panel that LO is not and can never be what it was back in 2017-2019. Those first two panels seem like they were copy pasted from the previous ones, which is just sad if those are the lengths she has to go to to come even close to replicating the older style.

Now, this just might be due to camera translation, it could very well look better IRL, but the colors just look so incredibly desaturated and the lines blurred out, to the point that people are doing double takes over whether or not panels have been directly changed - they haven't been, they've just been so sucked dry of their colors that they look off enough to cast suspicion.

If anything it's a harsh reminder that LO has kinda always had art problems, especially with its lazy humor and stupid meme faces.

Of course, to be fair, color loss can happen in print, but seeing how slapped together these books tend to be, I wouldn't be surprised if they just didn't put in the effort to convert the page art to CMYK or at least tinker with the saturation in editing some more to ensure it would come out more vibrant in print.

Now. Excuse me while I go on a bit of a crackpot rant here. Newbie puff pals beware, because this is gonna get dicey and you're about to learn where my tinfoil-hat rep comes from but I just have to talk about it.

Back to the added Apollo panels, where Persephone asks Hades not to hurt him and he looks nervous before she says "I just want him to leave".

Maybe it's just me, but it's a little weird that THESE are the panels they decided they needed to add. It's weird that she's asking Hades not to hurt Apollo when she's about to break into his car and steal his lyre just a few moments later. It's weird that the implication seems to be that she's referring to Hades' act of violence towards Tori... but Persephone doesn't know that's happened yet. So this feels like an unnecessary retcon that's doing more harm than good.

But I feel like the timing of this is kinda messed up as well, as this book released just days after the release of the last FP episode in which Apollo has his 'side' of the assault story told through his perspective, which is often considered a HUGE no-no in writing assault stories because it often comes with the implication that it's asking for empathy from the audience. We already know Apollo is delusional, we already know he thinks him and Persephone are meant to be despite her constant rejection of him, we didn't need a flashback from his own warped perspective explaining that very thing, the only purpose to do such a thing this late in the game would be to try and get the audience to 'connect' with him (it's giving S3 Bryce from 13 Reasons Why vibes). Now we have this scene of Persephone asking Hades not to hurt him (despite the structure of the episode being literally fine before, this change wasn't needed) getting snuck into the physical book release just a couple days after the newest FP tried to present Apollo in an empathetic light (and let me tell you, that's a whole essay and a half that I'll be getting into eventually).

Shit, if I wanted to get REAL Pepe Sylvia with it, I might say that hypothetically, the whole point of the random Leuce abuse episode - despite Persephone having no way of knowing what she attempted as Hades hadn't told her and she wasn't there to see it and we weren't shown her overhearing them in any way - and the following episode that was mostly padding of Hades and Persephone having sex - no consequences or follow-up whatsoever to the Leuce scene - was just to pad out the episode release schedule and buy time until the book came out so that Rachel could release that Apollo POV episode right before the book came out and revealed those new added scenes of Persephone asking Hades not to hurt Apollo, in what could be a sly artificial attempt at minimizing the SA plot so Rachel can finally just brush aside the one major plot point she regretted writing the most. After all, it wouldn't be the first time Rachel's controlled the pace of her comic to release certain moments at certain times that line up with IRL events.

But, y'know. I'm gonna quit on that thought while I'm ahead because it's probably making my credibility meter drop into the red. My ADHD has been real bad lately and it's really starting to show LMAO All ima say is that IDK who Rachel thinks she's fooling here, this kind of shit is stupid easy to fact check when the digital version of the comic is available online to read.

To end on a much funnier and lighter note, remember how Rachel tried to retcon the Demeter/Hera/Hestia relationship by changing the line "I miss my sisters" to "I miss my friends"? Well, there was one panel that had been missed in the webtoons version that still refers to them as sisters. You can still find this unedited line in Episode 78.

And uh. They forgot to fix it again for the book.

It's permanent now. That's permanent marker. It would have cost them nothing to find this in the webtoon version and fix it before it got sent to the book editors. Now it's gonna cost them thousands because the book editors didn't bother (or know) to check.

There's also this... weird shit going on with the speech bubbles. Like, they're REALLY FUCKING OVERDOING IT with the speech bubble outlines. I don't know who made this choice but it was a bad one. Gross. Don't do that. It looks so cheap.

But let's be real, at this point I feel like the book editors are just outright sabotaging Rachel because who the fuck calls themselves a professional when they do this shit-

Oh, and there's no bonus episode, just sketches. Which is fine. But it makes me chuckle to think that Rachel just didn't have time in her already razor-thin buffer to draw up a new episode to pass off as "cut content".

#i'm fired for that whole conspiracy bit aren't i #can you blame me when the wedding was lined up with valentine's day and dio's birth was lined up with mother's day #i swear to christ rachel does this on purpose it's so unhinged #just write a story #it doesn't make your comic 'deep' to line it up with real world dates that aren't gonna matter in 3 weeks anyways when they go up for free #it's just so unnecessary and pointless to do #lore olympus critical #lo critical #antiloreolympus #anti lore olympus

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topconfessions · 15 days ago

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This is gonna be long but I just needed to rant cause I have no one to rant to lol.

Found this page by happenstance a few minutes ago and I'm enjoying it so far. So, I'll admit I've known about TOP and bigbang for many years through a friend, but it was never my type of music, so I didn't follow them or him. I didn't even know about what happened to him with the scandal and his attempt until very recently.

Anyway, with the Squid Game hype back for the new season, it ignited my friend's interest, so I decided to give him another chance. I think hes a good actor and artist but the more I learn about him the more he genuinely confuses me.

Is this man straight, or what? I've seen those cringey edits on TikTok of him with his bandmates being very very close with them. And I've asked myself at least 100 times "are they together or...?"

Also, side rant: Those "sad edits" of him being compared to Thanos and using videos of him leaving the hospital and that speech he gave after his attempt are so cringey. I'd hate to be reminded of the worst time of my life with that song that goes "so pack up your car put a hand to your heart.." playing in the background. Especially when the comments filled with 11 year olds crying over it or spreading misinformation.

Like one comment I'm constantly seeing is, "he asked his dad what his biggest wish for his birthday was, and he said it was for him to jump off a bridge and die" like what??

Where are they getting this information? That, plus the "he didn't get paid/didn't have a script" comments, are driving me up the wall. My block list grew by at least 500 this week alone seeing those comments.

Anyway lol, for someone who appears to be very VERY emotional and sensitive, how can he always be single? I'm in no way claiming he's a bad person; he genuinely seems very very sweet (unless there's something I don't know?). But how can someone that so many girls would throw themselves at is always single?

It also annoys me how many comments, made by 11 year olds with Thanos as their profile picture, I've already read that say, "He's insecure about his body so he doesn't want to date." That's so weird I'd be angry if I read that about myself even if it was true.

And my god, genuinely, WHY is he so sensitive? I'm not saying it's a bad thing, but the number of videos I've seen of that man crying on my TikTok FYP over one thing or another is concerning. What on earth happened to that guy? Did he go through something horrible as a child that I don't know about, or is he truly just that way?

Amazing. Fuck. I just lost everything I typed 😭😭😭😭😭 ugh. Shit. I'm so sorry. I typed this LONG and detailed spill answering your question but got a notification on my phone and it closed the app out so I have to keep this extremely brief cause I can't type it again.

1. The whole thing about his body image is true minus the fact it prevents him from dating. Thats bullshit and hes even stated on numerous occasiond he's dated before. Didnt he say during made era when he had the pink hair that he didnt want to date a girl who drinks anymore? That he was dating but had a bad experience with that? He was extremely self concious about his body. Always layering up, never taking his clothes off minus a flash here and there, wearing sweaters all the time and he had that as his main style for a while once he joined instagram (he was opposed to IG for the longest time and finally joined).

2. I've never ever heard him ever say that about his father. Thats news to me. He's never spoke that wildly about his dad unless there is an interview or live on IG we all missed???

3. It was a normal thing in korean culture for celebs especially male to play that overly touchy feely, feminine, nearly gay behavior and it was understood on the surface by adults that it was just fucking around and joking as well as pandering to kids, tweens and teens, maybe young college people as well who would eat that behavior up cause kpop was primarly marketed to kids and teens (still sorta is). Thats how korea kept kpop strong by pushing for parasocial relationships with young idols and adult idols maintaining such behavior that would make the netizeens feel close to them and enjoy them in the light.

3. Tiktok seems to be a mess for his image and narrative lately. This is what happens when a bunch of new americans who dont know take the narrative into their hands and spin it anyway they want wheh the celeb like top is so detached and not involved that it indirectly enables the fans to redefine him in anyway they want.

4. You told us the truth in the question you asked. Its extreme common sense at this point. I understand if he wants to keep his shit private and that's fine but he has akways been extremely overly protective of his privacy to the point where its like guards himself as if his whole career and life would end if he ever publicly dated a woman. Its always been that way when everyone in big bang (sorta minus daesung kinda) had dated publicly and privately, taeyang is married with a kid for crying out loud.

During made era when he had the pink hair, they went on a popular variety show (like a talk show) and top talked about how he was dating and been dating but I think [dont quote on me this, its been YEARS since this shit happened, so foggy memory here] he said he didnt want to date a woman who drank heavily anymore. He didnt want to drink / date someone who drinks since he had a bad experience with his last partner when that happened.

So look at that. Thats literal proof these new kids dont know what they're talking about. He's mentioned dating before. Also I've already explained how he had a GF before he officially became an idol for real and the girl wanted him to quit and be with her. He stated in a variety show many years ago when he was young that he was trying to tell her he was doing this for both of them. She didnt want to hear it.

Hence, he had the song pretend like nothings wrong (or pretend everything is okay, again, this is anicent shit from when he was like late teens early 20s speaking on this. Even still a teen fr. So forgive me if I dont have exact titles, I have to pull from my memory here. But he did perform the song once and he was really upset, you could tell that shit was personal. Its a dark song tbh)

Also listen to Bigbangs music. Listen to FXXK IT, listen to Loser, Listen to Girlfriend. Listen to alot of these songs and focus on his part. Bigbang had a privilege of mostly writing their own music cause Kpop was and is predominant focused on idols being the poster of the content and they dont focus on creating the content themselves like Americe (i.e America wants you to write all the songs, live by the image you portray, mean what you say and do what you say you do in the songs, and they expect you to be public about your relationship. While in Korea they want you to be as private as a possible but will ironically dig and speculate a lot and who you date can make or break you for real).

Anyways listen to those songs and google the English lyrics translation. Top usually writes his own lyrics for his part and he does talk about being a player, not wanting to be close or going through hell with women. Loser. Watch that video. Watch his part and how he treats the woman it highlights how he conveys wanting to keep himself, his stuff, and his life untouched and private, how he ruins his relaitonships with women and they're just sex to him etc.

People dont pay attention like they used to and thats the problem. (Many vips used to say this dissect MVs and their meanings back in the day.)

But yeah girl

Prayers cause you said too much lol.

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Uhm I had a one-shot request ;3; because I don't see anything about Caine from TADC it's almost always Jax and I don't mind Jax! But I had an idea for a one-shot with Caine where the reader appears in the digital circus and they look similar to Caine because I adore his design but I was wondering if you could please do a one-shot like that ;v;

-🫧anon

*puts this here and skitters away*

Ofc I can do that dear bubble anon! For quick reference, you mention you want the reader to appear similar to Caine, so here's a quick lil idea-

Reader has a head similar to Caine's, with a mostly humanoid body, but the teeth are more like fangs

Edit during writing : There isn't too much romance(I promise there's a bit) as this is when reader first arrives in the digital circus (I'm more a slow burn person w a couple of exceptions yk?)

(Pic below for reference)

(They can be semi transparent or solid whatever is preferred)

And I imagine reader's eyes to be on top of the mouth like :

(No feet-(unless u want ig but it wont be mentioned in oneshot-))

(May I add they glow in the dark?)

For the ACTUAL oneshot here ya go

It was.... rather dark.

One moment you'd put on a headset, and the next you'd been enveloped in a strange darkness, which pulled, or pushed you to somewhere. You couldn't tell whether it was a pull or a push, and frankly, you weren't quite sure if you actually wanted to anyways.

Around you, you could hear music playing. A feminine voice singing with a soundtrack that likely belonged to a circus of some sort. Whoever was singing was also listing out names, though you couldn't quite hear the names.

Though, the music grew louder and louder until you eventually figured- you were falling. Falling, falling, falling until you landed on something.

The music suddenly stopped, and as you squinted your eyes open, you saw an array of people hovering over you, who seemed really off.

A... periwinkle rabbit man, a.. ragdoll? A jester who seemed panicked, a... person, who was an array of shapes, a chess piece, a king perhaps, and a person in the air with a chattermouth(you thought it was something like that), with eyes in their mouth.

You could hear new voices- likely theirs, chattering over the over, perhaps talking about you. It was mostly confusion and curiosity among the group, with a few annoyed faces that could be seen.

Among the group, there was someone that'd said something along the lines of "A new human arrival!"

All of a sudden, one of the people there got a lil too close for your own comfort, his eyes being different colors and being right in his mouth. You were about to say something, but something else was... off. You felt weird.

Something was very, very wrong.

In a panic, you scrambled away from the onlookers, nearly falling over into.. something.

"Oh no, can't have the new arrival dropping into the cellar so soon!" The one with the chatterteeth for a head exclaimed, gliding... flying? He'd come over to pick you up, lifting you into the air.

You were about to say something, but stopped when you noticed. In this thing he called the 'cellar', there was a multitude of eyes. Neon colored eyes surrounded by black, all staring up at you.

You felt that; if they could attack you- they would've done so by now.

"What the @$#%??" You cursed under your breath- or at least attempted to. In the profanity's stead, some sort of... honking noise came out of your mouth. What type of censor technique was this??

"No foul words allowed in this fine circus, good person!" The man with the chatterteeth for a head added. "This place is meant for people of ALL ages!"

Well, at least he was thinking of the kids out there. Not like getting kidnapped or whatever was 'kid-friendly'.

"Well, isn't there some sorta.... way of getting out of here?" You questioned the man, tapping your foot. The music from before had resumed, being rather faint background noise. If you were to talk loud enough, surely you'd be able to block it out.

The others looked at your awkwardly, one in particular taking a step forward. It was the rag-doll. "Er.... well-" She seemed nervous in a way that screamed "You aren't gonna like this one." Unfortunately, she was right.

Just then, the rabbit had stepped in and shrugged. "Nope." He said, as if he'd been asked a casual question rather than one regarding escape. It seemed as if he couldn't open his mouth, or at least didn't have to in order to talk.

"Jax!" The rag doll hissed. "Don't do what you did with Pomni!"

So, the rabbit was Jax and someone here was Pomni. Alright then. Two names down.

"I, uh..." You started, planning to introduce yourself. You... couldn't.

"Uh...."

Oh, this was very, very bad.

In an attempt to regain your memories, you averted your gaze only to see a mirror, with... something in it. Was... was that... you? Sure you didn't remember what you looked like; but surely you didn't look.... like, that.

Your appearance was akin to the man with the chatterteeth for a head, though your eyes were positioned differently and your teeth were... a bit sharper.

Pretty sharp actually; you were sure you could prick yourself on one of them if you weren't careful enough.

The man with the chatterteeth(that was getting kinda exhausting to repeatedly think) didn't quite acknowledge your appearance being similar to his, though he did have some sort of excitement in those eyes of his. They were two different colors, one green, one blue. Pretty bright too.

"Is..... something wrong?"

The ragdoll asked, seeming concerned for you. Just now(for some reason), you noticed that one of her eyes was replaced with a large blue button. Fit the whole "doll" thing you supposed.

That wasn't exactly the biggest of your worries though.

"I..... why can't I......"

You tried to rack your brain to think of what your name was, and even what you looked like before... this.

You knew you didn't usually look like this, and yet your brain couldn't think up anything else.

"Looks like it's time to pick out a new name for our new arrival!" The man w- Ehem, the man you looked similar to rushed over to you, picking you up and placing you next to a large.... thing.

Sort of like one of those things where if you got three in a row, you'd win the game-

How come you could remember those things but not yourself???

"Who even are you?" You pulled away, looking at the man with confusion.

The man looked at you, his eyes... somehow, getting even brighter. Or maybe it was just you. But something about his eyes, or more like how he seemed very..... fun, to say the least interested you.

Interested you in a way that... er.... these kinda thoughts probably weren't appropriate for the current situation, but he did look.... nice. In a sense.

"I, my dear, am Caine, the ringmaster of this fine circus! Now we shall spin the wheel for your new name!"

"I- what do you mean new na-"

You had started to question th- Caine, but you didn't get an answer as the machine had been started. Apparently you were going to be given a 'new name'?

A little while went by, and maybe two or three names that were terrible or just didn't suit you went by, but at the last spin a name popped up on the thing that you thought would fit you. Caine thought the same as well apparently.

"Hm..... Y/N.... that seems like a suitable name for a fine person as yourself! What do you think, new arrival? Hm?" He curiously questioned, waiting to see if you approved of the name. Well, he was respectful- as in letting you decide your new name.

A green fl-

No let's not right now-

You thoughtfully nodded, with a shrug. "Yea sure, Y/N works well for me."

"Wonderful!" Caine exclaimed, rushing over to you. "Now, allow me to show you over to your room!" He added as he got closer to guide you.

"I, uh, sure, sure." You responded, just going along with the man.

-- -- --

"That's kinda weird." Ragatha murmured, watching as you and Caine explored and talked with each other.

Jax leaned down to be roughly around her shoulder, although she really wasn't that much shorter than he was. "What do you mean, dollface?" Jax asked the ragdoll, knowing she wasn't exactly the biggest fan of that nickname.

"Caine's never really 'guided' anyone through the circus before. It was always usually just us being guided by the people before u- And could you refrain from calling me that?" Ragatha responded, having a delayed reaction to Jax's nickname for her.

Jax was fully aware of what she meant, though.

Caine had always kinda left the responsibility up to the others to guide the newcomers around, rather than helping them out. Perhaps the ringmaster had an... interest in you. That info would be helpful in the future for when he'd mess with you.

"Sure, whatever." Jax said, rather than saying anything about the Caine and Y/N situation. He stretched out his arms, then relaxed back to make another comment.

"Dollface."

"JAX!"

-- -- --

That's it for this oneshot-

Bai-

(Also i just wanna add ik this might be a bit out of character, but I had fun with this one bc silly ringmaster heheh)

~ Sweet

#tadc #tadc caine #tadc x reader #tadc oneshot #tadc x yn #tadc caine x reader

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yridenergyridenergy · 9 months ago

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Hii, i’m big fan of your page. Everyday I scroll you page lol.

And i wanna ask ur opinion, is true that Dir now is more popular than before especially for english speaker fan? I see many english comment in Dir page (IG, youtube, twitter) than before

And peoples really noisy about AI and write rude comment in The devil in me (youtube). Maybe people write that comment because hate the MV. In my opinion, they are like new comer in Dir music world lol.

I think Dir also did video editing in previous video (i’m not sure it’s AI or anything else), like in Glass skin, Rinkaku, agitated.

And about the delay of The Devil MV, i think they are lazy to upload because so much negative comment before watching (lol kidding)

But in my opinion, AI not that cheap and still use money, effort, dresser, makeup artist, time and team for making that MV. So I disagree to people who said this is really cheap, artist thief that no use dresser, make up artist or more worker.

But actually yess, i agree art never can be replace by AI. But hey, this is just MV not art exhibition or art competition.

I feel like why people in this era too focus on something else than main masterpiece.

#sorryformyenglish have a great day!

Sorry for the slightly late reply; I had prepared my reply a few days ago but I'm glad I waited since the promotional edit of the PV was released since. Thank you for your visits!

I'm really not sure whether Dir en grey has increased their fanbase... And shows that play on nostalgia are not an accurate reference, so even if the shows this year were to be sold out, it doesn't mean anything because that could totally drop next time they tour with new material, unfortunately. I think that the European tour definitely awakened temporary fans who could disappear again once the buzz has died down.

Dir en grey's director has definitely used CGI in the past, but you still needed artists to achieve anything. I don't know exactly how the AI that the director used for The Devil In Me works, but the common conception is that you just input requests and the robot does everything for you. It's certainly a lazier way. And no clue how much using that technology costs, but it's not equal to several artists' and actors' salaries, probably.

Sadly, the behind-the-scenes on the Devil In Me video disc did not offer anything in the way of a hint at what the AI is and how they used it...

I'm still of the opinion that maybe it can take Dir en greys videos farther than they've been able to so far, and maybe materialize the director's vision more accurately. But yeah, if everything moving forward is AI-generated, that would leave a sour taste. Already, the Otogi backdrop video didn't seem like something that only an AI could come up with: artists would have done at least the same job, if not better, to be honest.

With The Devil In Me PV, I'll have to actually watch the Netflix documentary on John Wayne Gacy, but I'm having difficulty reconciliating how the lyrics tie in with either the killer's life or the person in the video who is chatting with an AI to try and see inside the killer's mind. That's not what the lyrics evoke to me at all...

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jessthetea · 3 months ago

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So, in all the stories Renell posted on her IG (and Ice Studios on their official account), Jess isn’t tagged or mentioned anywhere. No pictures of her, no sign of her at the party, and yet we get this one random story from Rams-Kay thanking Jess for planning the event and executing the deal “like always” because, of course, she’s a Virgo.

What’s going on with that? Jess supposedly planned this whole launch party, is the co-founder of the business, but didn’t attend the event. She wasn’t mentioned in any of Renell’s stories or the brand’s official stories, except by one person. And this same account also thanked Jess for “helping” with that sad, mostly-empty booth at ComplexCon—the one she could’ve easily attended in California but instead flew to England to chase after Jamie. Remember that?

So, what “work” did Jess actually do here? She didn’t set up the venue, didn’t decorate, didn’t take photos, didn’t design or edit the magazine, and didn’t even show up. If she planned the event and secured some brand deal, what was involved? A few phone calls? A couple of emails? And for that, she gets credit and a paycheck? Sure, it’s a “service” she’s providing, but that’s pretty much personal assistant-level stuff. Calling for sponsorships, booking a DJ, renting out a hall—anyone could do that, especially when dropping Renell’s name to make it easier. Then, maybe she hired a few guys to put up posters, and that’s about it.

It’s almost laughable that people see this as “Girlboss” behavior or think Jess is some empowered woman when she’s barely doing anything. She didn’t even bother to show up to the event she supposedly planned. Once again, Jess Moloney is doing the least amount of work possible while still managing to take credit and get paid for it. It’s the laziest display of “professionalism” I’ve ever seen.

And let’s not even get into the fact that, despite what Renell claims, this magazine is 100% for the male gaze. It’s soft-core porn, it’s objectification, it’s reinforcing traditional beauty standards—let’s call it what it is. I have no issue with adult women choosing to do adult work, but the problem is that Renell’s trying to pass this off as something more than that, when it’s clearly not.

Jess shouldn’t be proud of this, and neither should Renell. This is adult entertainment, plain and simple, and if that’s what they want to produce, fine. But they need to stop pretending it’s something it isn’t. Just when you think Jess Moloney couldn’t sink any lower, she’s now producing soft-core porn. I wish I could say I’m surprised, but honestly, I’m not.

#jess moloney #ice studios #new tea

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boasource · 8 months ago

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BoA recently hinted at retirement...

[Edited on 240825 for clarity and to include information that was revealed after I initially posted this, which can better contextualize what happened]

I made a thread on Twitter explaining the context behind BoA's recent IG stories, where she hinted at retirement, so I figured that I'd write up a post on it here too.

TL;DR: This announcement was a big shock - BoA has consistently said, up until the week before she posted those IG stories, that she wanted to continue singing and performing. Fans believe that BoA likely hinted at retirement because of the relentless harassment she's faced online.

On April 6th (240406), BoA hinted that she was planning to retire from being a singer entirely. The following day, she stated the exact date her contract was expiring. A few days later, she took down all of her IG posts.

What people seem to miss is that leading up to this, BoA has also been at the receiving end of constant online harassment for months.

(More under the cut)

BoA has been the subject of huge hate trains, arguably since 2021. This isn't a comprehensive list, but the big ones include:

People disagreeing with her decisions as judge on SWF and SMF, prompting a flood of hate comments on her IG, including accusations that she was 'trying to seduce the male contestants.'

GOT the Beat opened the floodgates for a lot of ageist comments about BoA, who was the group's most senior member. There were also malicious speculations about why she wasn't present in much of the group's behind-the-scenes content; BoA swiftly addressed this via her IG story, explaining that she had to attend a family event. While this wasn't named as the reason, it may be important to note that BoA's brother passed away from cancer on September that same year.

BoA was blamed for 'delaying the solo/group comebacks of her juniors,' in favor of GOT the Beat to 'boost her own career.' Not only has BoA (who is not even the group's leader; she gave the position to Taeyeon) already explained that she did not make the group — she was asked to join it and was, in fact, initially apprehensive — it was also later revealed that comeback delays were due to internal management issues (culminating in the ousting of Lee Sooman and Hybe's acquisition of SM) and because of disagreements about lyrical content. Interestingly, out of all the members of GOT the Beat, BoA ended up being the only member who didn't have a comeback in 2023.

The most recent wave of hate came from her cameo in the drama Marry My Husband, often mocking her appearance.

Since at least February 2024, BoA has been consistently and directly addressing the harassment she's been facing, both in interviews and in her social media. This is something she has rarely done in the 24 years she's been active.

Things came to a head on the evening of March 29th, when BoA posted this on her IG story:

This IG story prompted a huge wave of hate. There were forum posts calling her an attention seeker; notably, there was also a tweet that went viral, of a 'fan' saying that they now planned to unstan BoA because she was now "a completely different person."

One week later, on April 6th, BoA posted, "It's okay for me to retire right?" with an IG story that clarified that she intended to remain a singer until her active contract expires on December 31, 2025; the implication seems to be that she would no longer be an active singer after 2025.

This came as a huge shock to fans because BoA has consistently said that she wants to keep working as a singer:

August 25, 2020 [her 20th debut anniversary]: "There'll be a 30th anniversary after my 20th. I'll do my best to make good music for a long time, so please always give me your love and support!"

April 23, 2023 [Interview with Uhm Junghwa for W Korea]: "Actually, I'm the type who doesn't look back. After I've accomplished something, I don't have time to think, 'well done' or 'good job' because I'm already thinking of the next step. With that, there's no time for me to rest on my laurels, but this drive allows me to last a long time. It might be the most difficult thing, but my one hope is that I never tire of this job [being a performer], which I love so much."

February 23, 2024 [BoA for Marie Claire Korea]: "Right now, I enjoy my job, and I want to keep doing what I can, given my age."

Most notably, on the afternoon of March 29th — shortly before BoA responded to hate comments about her looks — BoA gave an interview with Esquire Korea, where she basically said that there were still so many things she wanted to accomplish as a singer:

Q: Is there something you still want to achieve? BoA: I want to do a lot of interesting performances. I want to break away from preconceived notions/conventions, sing songs I haven't done before, and create opportunities to communicate more with my audience. Q: What don't you want to change? BoA: My passion for music. Music is where I started. It's my life.

Right after BoA posted her retirement IG stories on April 6th, her fans organized truck protests (something the fandom has never done before), demanding that SM take action to defend BoA from the deluge of online hate.

They were incensed by the fact that in 2022, SM had already promised they would take legal action over malicious comments against her (she even reposted their statement on her personal IG), but nothing happened. In fact, legal action has only been taken in defense of BoA once, in 2020 — 20 years into her career, despite the fact that she's been going through much worse harassment, especially in the early 2000s when she was barely a teenager.

Five days after BoA's retirement announcement IG stories, on April 11th, SM announced that they were going to take legal action. While the statement resembled the one they put out in 2022, they also added that BoA was going through a difficult time, suffering from "great mental pain." A follow-up statement came on April 17th, where SM mentioned specific platforms and forums they were planning to sue. Unfortunately, as of this writing, there have been no further updates.

To recap:

On March 29th (afternoon), BoA gave an interview where she said that there was so many things she still wanted to do as a singer.

On March 29th (evening), BoA responded to malicious comments about her appearance on her IG story.

Her IG story quickly went viral in Korea. On March 30th, a post from a fan who claimed to 'unstan' her because of her IG story, garnered millions of views.

On April 6th, BoA hinted at retiring after 2025 on her IG story.

On April 9th, BoA removed all of her IG posts. Fans organized truck protests to call out SM's inaction vis-a-vis the harassment she was facing, in spite of their explicit, repeated promises to act on it.

On April 11th, SM issued a statement that they were going to take legal action against malicious comments about BoA, adding that BoA was suffering "great mental anguish."

As of this writing (August 25, 2024), there has been no formal, official announcement on whether or not BoA is really going to follow through with retiring after her active contract expires. But BoA has remained inactive on social media since April. There were only a handful of times she interacted with fans online: she went on IG live for 4 minutes in May to tell fans that she has plans to hold a concert in October, and she would also sporadically post a sentence-long message on her membership-only Weverse page.

On a more personal note from me: this has just been so disheartening to watch, as someone who's been following her career closely. The idea of BoA retiring was unimaginable to me. She always talked about how she compares her own career to other older artists, how she still feels like a 'baby' with a long way still to go compared to them. Obviously, it is well within BoA's right to change her mind about her own career, and surely, there are things going on behind the scenes that we don't know about. But the news has just been so hard to take because it doesn't feel like she's retiring because she wants to - it feels like she's burnt out.

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