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dk-wren · 2 years ago

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A Goodbye Present: Buddy Daddies pre-Episode 11 fic

This was meant to be a quick fic that I did inspired by the ep. 11 trailer. It came out a lot longer than I planned (oops), but also, I just want to get it out before the episode airs since it is like my take/interpretation, so there is minimal editing as well. This is certainly like a first draft.

This was inspired by my first impressions from the trailer. I am working on a second fic that is inspired by other thoughts I had after having more time to process the trailer. The two pieces were meant to come out together, however I don't currently have the time right now to finish the second piece. Hopefully though, the second fic will come out later today. (Might repost later with better formatting) Enjoy!

Scenario A: A Goodbye Present

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Kazuki had found a new place about a week ago, just a few blocks away. Over the past few days, he’d been packing up his belongings at the place he lived, and for a short time, truly considered home. Clothes, bedding, kitchen supplies, and the like, all packed now, awaiting to be moved to his new place.

Rei left the apartment for good before Kazuki found his new place. During their last conversation, Rei told Kazuki he had until the end of the month to move out. That’s when his lease would be up and both of their dreams of change, of happiness, of normalcy would be over.

Rei was in his suit the night he left. He didn’t say where he was going or if he’d be back in the morning, only that their lease would end in a few weeks. Then, he walked out of the apartment. Rei didn’t say it, but Kazuki knew he was going to the Suwa mansion. However, Kazuki had just enough hope left to believe that maybe Rei would be back in the morning. When he didn’t, Kazuki understood what that meant and immediately went on to his laptop to try to find a place nearby he could live for at least the next little while.

Kazuki spent a few nights in the quietude of having the apartment to himself during the day, while he was packing his things, and at night, when he tried to get some rest. He was just getting used to going to bed without tucking Miri in, or her running into his room during the late hours of the night because she had to pee or couldn’t find one of her plushies. But now, with Rei gone too, Kazuki had to adjust no longer hearing Rei play his video games at night or the comforting click of the bathroom door, signaling to Kazuki that Rei would be getting some sleep that night.

Turning the lock to the apartment’s front door, he entered the foyer taking off his shoes. He let out a soft, resigned laugh. “I almost said ‘Tadaima,’” Kazuki thought to himself. “But what’s really here to come back home to now. I guess force of habits are hard to break.”

He stood now at the end of the hallway, looking at the living room, the kitchen, and out to the balcony. Since almost all the furniture and personal touches had been moved out, the place felt empty, and again, this quietness was strange to Kazuki. “It’s bittersweet. I don’t feel completely sad, there were good times here, especially with Miri. But I’m certainly not happy about how everything turned out. I think it’d be different, feel different if the three of us were moving out together. Somewhere at least Rei and I could have a fresh start…”

A shadow seemed to move behind the door to the bathroom. The door was more frosted, so Kazuki couldn’t exactly see into the bathroom. And the “shadow” was quick, almost imperceptible for Kazuki to even register. It was a cloudy day, with the wind just strong enough to make the clouds noticeably roll by, so maybe it was just light and shadows playing tricks. “Mmm, just my imagination. I’m not used to having this place completely to my self. Guess my memories are trying to fill the empty space.”

“Alright, time to get to work. If I can just focus, I should be able to move the last of my boxes out of here today. Then, it’s goodbye to this place and hello to unboxing everything at my place,” Kazuki thought.

Climbing up the stairs, Kazuki looked back towards the bathroom. Just darkness behind the glass door. He shook his head, truly believing his mind was getting the better of him. Before he entered his room, Kazuki poked his head into Miri’s old room. Most of her stuff had been boxed and delivered to Misaki's place, but a few more boxes remained as he found toys or clothing scattered throughout the rest of the apartment while packing up the place. Even the yellow painted walls, pink star curtains, or her brightly colored shelving did little to raise Kazuki’s spirits. Some of the larger furniture pieces, like Miri’s bed frame, would stay, but otherwise, her room felt emptier than usual too.

Kazuki stepped back out of Miri’s room and closed the door behind him, walking now to his room where a pile of boxes awaited transportation. Kazuki decided to carry all the boxes downstairs first, then little by little he took a few boxes at a time down to his car. After returning to the apartment once he took the last box down, he rechecked all the areas downstairs to make sure nothing was left behind, including the bathroom where he was met with a void of nothingness. No soft snore of Rei asleep in the tub, or Miri for that matter when she would sneak down to sleep with Papa Rei. Satisfied that everything had been properly taken care of downstairs, Kazuki went back up stairs for what he thought was going to be his last time.

He double checked his room first. It was completely empty, but he thought better safe than sorry to make sure nothing was left behind. He debated about checking Rei’s room since he had after all left with no suitcase or, it seemed, any belongings. “No, that’s his space. Even now, I won’t barge in. I don’t know what’s left in there, if anything, but it’s not my place to go check.”

Finally, Kazuki turned around, last room left to check was Miri’s. He knew he had the last few boxes to take down, but he had already planned on taking them down when he was headed out.

Kazuki hadn’t noticed it before, but the door to Miri’s room was not fully shut. “Funny, I could’ve swore I closed it after I first went in. Not that it makes a difference. Just didn’t need to keep seeing into Miri’s room and tear up almost every time I passed. You are off your game, Kazuki.” He pushed the door open enough to get through, then he noticed a figure sitting on the bed, facing away from him. The figure sat still, the darkness of his clothes stood out against Miri’s brightly colored room, but in the amount of light streaming in, it was still hard to tell if what Kazuki was seeing was actually there or still his mind playing tricks.

Kazuki turned on the room lights, still no movement from the figure on the bed. He slowly inched his way closer to the bed. Unsure how he should react.

“I knew this would be the last room you’d come to before you left, Kazuki.”

Frozen in his tracks, Kazuki was overcome by emotions. “Rei! What are you doing here? What has been going on with you? Why did you leave without saying anything? You know you could’ve talked to me about your father and the organization. We could’ve figured something out…”

“Sorry,” Rei said, interrupting Kazuki, though he was also thinking to himself, “No, there was nothing to figure out. This was destined to happen. You don’t know what he’s truly capable of.”

“That’s it? That’s all you have to say?” Kazuki asked, a little frustratedly. Kazuki knew Rei was a man of few words, but now was not the time. They each had their own boundaries, but after Rei’s quick exit, and no communication afterwards, Kazuki was hoping for even a tiny explanation.

“...for everything” was all Rei could add on. Rei drooped his head down, looking at what he was holding in his hands. He knew how out of place it was in Miri’s room. In fact, he was ashamed he had chosen Miri’s old room to do this in. But, it was the only sure place he could find Kazuki in, at least until he moved out, which is why Rei was there today.

“Come on, man. What happened with Miri wasn’t your fault. You did everything you could to make her happy and protect her. And I don’t know much about your past, but I can certainly tell you, you did a lot better of a job raising her than your own old man did with you.” At the mention of Rei’s father, Kazuki noticed Rei’s body shivered. “Sorry for bringing that up. I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciated you being there for Miri, and for me. Seriously though, it’s hard to have a conversation with you when I’m talking only to your back.”

Kazuki walked up to the bed and was about to grab Rei’s shoulder to turn him around, when he turned first, pointing his gun at Kazuki. “Don’t come any closer,” Rei said through gritted teeth.

Kazuki instinctively raised his hands and backed up a few steps. He was a little shocked, but he now understood why Rei had returned to the apartment. Meant more as a throwaway comment and without any intentional malice, Kazuki said, “I see how it is. It was foolish to think this was some kind of reunion.”

Rei was visibly shaken by what Kazuki said, slightly lowering his gun. “No, I…I…You know how it is with my father. He’s so protective, controlling over me that he wasn’t going to let anyone get in his way. So, it was me or Ryo to come after you. And, I’ve seen what Ryo can do. You weren’t gonna leave alive. I couldn’t let that happen.”

Kazuki could see the faintest tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He knew how conflicted Rei was between following his father’s order and doing what he wanted. Or rather, how conflicted Rei was between his upbringing, where he was forced to follow orders blindly, and the person he had become over the past year, making his own decisions and judgements. With his hands still up, and the gun still pointed at him, Kazuki ventured, “So what now? It seems like you’re here on an assignment, but I can’t quite figure out what your end goal is.”

At this point, Rei slightly lowered the gun along with his gaze. The man who had so kindly looked after him and his apartment, who brought home the little girl who was their little ray of sunshine for one glorious year, now his target. Rei almost whispered to Kazuki, “I don’t want to do this.”

“I know, man.”

“I…I have a plan though. Boss just needs some proof that you’re gone for good. He never said a photograph,” Rei began. He recalled the pictures he had been shown on his birthday, the sick photos Ryo had taken. Rei would do everything in his power to not let this happen to Kazuki. “So, we’ll make a small cut on your arm or leg or wherever you think best, I’ll collect enough blood to take back to satisfy him. Then, you get out of here and never show your face to the Suwa organization again.”

Kazuki could tell how hard Rei was trying to be optimistic about their situation and that both would make it out scot free, but he knew better. Rei usually kept his emotions under control, and while his expressions did not betray his inner thoughts, Kazuki could tell how unsteady Rei felt about this whole situation. “Who is he trying to convince that everything will be okay?” Kazuki sadly thought to himself.

“You know as well as I do that there is no escaping Shigeki’s eyes. We can’t fake our way out of this one,” Kazuki said as he lowered his hands and slowly began to make his way back to Rei. “Good, he still seems lost in thought. Maybe I can approach him this time.” Kazuki continued out loud, “I never wanted to push you before, but I think now’s as good a time as any. Have you thought about leaving behind the organization? All our stuff is packed up. Sure, I bought a new apartment, but I can quickly end the lease and we can head somewhere else. Away from this life, away from your father. What if we actually tried to change?”

Rei had been simultaneously lost in his thoughts and listening to Kazuki’s voice that Rei hadn’t noticed Kazuki working his way over to him, now standing right beside him. He felt Kazuki’s arms slip around his waist, holding him close but not restraining Rei’s hands. Kazuki knew how to calm Rei. Rei felt this was a moment of reassurance that they would figure out a plan to get out of here together. Leaning back into Kazuki, Rei said, “I’d like to try. I just don’t know if I’m capable.”

“I know you are,” Kazuki said softly, with a genuine warmth. “But, unfortunately, now it’s my turn to say I’m sorry.” At the end of his sentence, Kazuki lunged for Rei’s gun. He still wasn’t completely sure whether he was trying to get the gun or get it away from Rei, only that he needed it now. Kazuki also knew he had to be quick and calculated, as that would be the best chance he had to beat Rei, the man who was raised as a weapon, in their present scuffle.

Kazuki managed to grab hold of the barrel, before losing a bit of concentration when he heard a strained, “Kazuki, please, don’t make me do this.” However, Kazuki had already decided on his course of actions and accepted the consequences that might come with it.

Both of them had one had holding onto the gun while their free hand tried to fend off the other. While Kazuki wasn’t making much progress on grabbing hold of the gun, he was at least managing to keep the barrel aimed away from both of them, which he would take. Rei attempted to make several jabs at Kazuki that should’ve caused an involuntary reaction, loosening his grip on the gun too. But Rei either missed his attacks or Kazuki barely reacted.

Miri’s rather small room limited their movements and attacks, but they still managed to land a hit every here or there and spun themselves around, so Kazuki now had his back against the wall rather than facing it. Rei was slowly losing his grip on the gun, “Where’s my stamina? What’s happening to me that I’m not even able to keep up? How am I so tired already? Why won’t this stop?! PLEASE MAKE THIS STOP!”

*bang*

It was unusual for him to be so lost in thought, he couldn’t even remember what was happening right in front of him. What Rei hadn’t realized is his distraction allowed Kazuki a chance to almost wrestle the gun away from Rei, who was not holding it as tightly anymore. However, because he was distracted, when Kazuki finally tried to wrestle the gun away, Rei instinctively or subconsciously pulled the trigger, not noticing where it was aimed.

The sound of the gun firing pulled Rei back to reality. He looked up first, trying to see where the bullet went through the ceiling and what would need to be quickly repaired. Rei didn’t see any scorching, he also didn’t notice the gun was no longer pointed upwards when it fired. It was only when Rei’s gaze slowly descended from the ceiling to the back wall that he noticed a patch of red splattered on the wall. Eyes widened, “NO!”

Rei went over to Kazuki to see how badly he was hurt and to make sure he was alive. Kazuki put his hand up, to make Rei keep his distance. This is something Kazuki had made peace with, that fighting Rei for the gun might result in some injury. There was a lot on both of their minds in that moment, and Kazuki didn’t need Rei to fuss over him and try to bandage him up.

“I’m so sorry. That wasn’t intentional. I would never hurt you. I should’ve paid more attention to where I was aiming, or better yet, not had it loaded. Please, you’re gonna be fine. Even I could take out the bullet if it comes to that,” Rei said in almost one breath. Even though they simply hadn’t seen Miri in several weeks, Rei was not willing to lose Kazuki too (and for good).

Kazuki looked Rei in the eyes and said, “Come on now, Rei. I’m a sitting duck. You can solve your problem easily now. No more fighting, just look the other way and pull the trigger. Then you won’t need to fake anything and worry about Shigeki discovering the truth. Maybe you’ll even earn his trust and be the one to take down the whole organization. Heh, that would be nice, wouldn’t it. And you could start a new life, make you own choices, truly live your own life. You deserve it.”

Rei looked pleadingly at Kazuki, but didn’t say a word. His one real friend, partner rather, couldn’t seriously be asking for Rei to do the impossible, could he? “It’s alright, Rei. I made peace with my decisions. Maybe not the ideal life, but I sure had one heck of a time. If you want my permission to do this, I give it to you. And my blessing, and all my hopes, which are now yours to reshape for the future you create. Really, Rei, it’s okay. This is for the best. And at least you can tell those bastards I didn’t go down without a fight.”

Now it was Rei’s turn to back up. He was no longer sure what to do. He couldn’t seriously kill Kazuki. No matter how much his emotions and feelings were trampled out of him during his upbringing/training, Rei could not be so heartless to kill one of the few good things in his life. Unsure about his next move, Rei half-heartedly raised the gun again, but couldn’t meet Kazuki’s eyes. Maybe something would click and make sense. But all he heard was Kazuki whisper under his breath, “...zuko, I’m on my way.”

Rei gasped.

#buddy daddies #kazuki kurusu #rei suwa #buddy daddies fic #fanfic

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hwaightme · 1 year ago

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SMILE AND WAVE TO THE CAMERA LOREN (jkjk unLESS - i am totally not pondering the cctv themes in The world eps rn totally not); i feel this so deeply, he has eyes you can just fall into, and NO WAY WHAT DRAMA IS THIS!?!!?? okay this is one strong brainwave here hello i think we are sharing a cell

THE URGE TO SQUISH IS SO REAL, ALWAYS, IF NOT SQUISHABLE THEN WHY SQUISH-SHAPED

oh GOODNESS now that would be a whole other genre if you get what i mean wink wonk i am- i- am- so fine haha- :))))) can i have a sip of that water too please it is suddenly very hot in here (also that was one of the most self-indulgent additions of all time and i am so glad you feel the same about the hoodie because i am genuinely of the opinion that yunhugs are s-tier, and the clothes are also hug-shaped dfjghfskjld

CEO YUNHO IN MY MIND HAS THE HAIR THAT YUNHO HAD IN THAT ONE LOG WHERE THEY PLAYED FOOTBALL, I KNOW YOU KNOW

suit yunho >>>>>>> that is all i am going to say otherwise i will say some pure chaos and we dont want that now do we :)))))

(hear me out him leaning over the desk and closer to you as he points at some detail on the computer, knowing FULL WELL WHAT EFFECT HE HAS ON YOU)

this is the strategy that unis and companies should employ honestly, better yet if they make the summoning part real. we beg. this is a need.

AHAHAH i am so happy you liked the tags, interestingly enough you almost hit the nail on the head with the dream part - i was writing the tags almost asleep, actually fell asleep for like a couple of hours, woke up, finished editing and went "GRAAAAAH" and posted lol (as for yunho dreams........... HMMMMMM..... i did have one.... some time ago... it was cute ;~; - a fic that actually came from a literal dream i had was This World, funnily enough. I still remember how things looked like.)

Loren you literally made my day here I love you so much <3 thank you for your kindness, and for the amazing amazing wit and sweetest words <33 big big hugs!!

GUY.exe

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✏️ pairing: yunho x gn!reader ✏️ genre: fluff, crack, friends? to lovers, drawing? to lover ✏️ summary: you never expected for the character you designed for the newest dating simulator to be quite as realistic as this ✏️ wordcount: 5.0k ✏️ warnings/tags: questionable editing, unhinged crack galore, fever dream, digital artist / designer reader, shy boy best friend yunho, lowkey referencing the song the fic is named after (GUY.exe by SUP3RFRUIT) ✏️ taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ ✏️ a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE MY NADIA @justhere4kpop !!! you are the kindest, funniest, sweetest person ever, i love you so so much and i am so grateful for every day because it means i can spend it with you <3 wishing you the best day, all the most amazing things, experiences, achievements and more!!

Another hour more, and you were going to scream. Hunched over your drawing tablet with bloodshot eyes and a cramping hand, you had been drawing and redrawing what seemed to be the same thing over and over again. But nothing gave you that magical feeling of completion and rightness when the abstract lines and shapes and shadows and doodles all came together on a page to form one whole. What you were experiencing was, in fact, very much the opposite. All because of these damn dumb brown doe eyes that you had decided to give to the character. Of course. What other eyes could the golden retriever type have, right? What other kinds of eyes would your boss approve of for the established archetype, the persona that you had ideated, storyboarded and proposed not only in front of your immediate team but also to senior management? That was right. None. No other. Only these doe eyes that you had been staring at and cursing profusely for the last four hours after having promised yourself that you would try to get to bed at ten in the evening instead of the less-than encouraging past midnight madness. But who were you kidding?

Setting down the pen, you leaned back to stretch, hearing random joints crack and echo around your body, making you wonder if you have even been moving at all for the past few weeks. Having the opportunity to work from home during fast-paced sprints was, of course, a big benefit, but all too often for you, it also meant only ever walking from your home office to your kitchen and back, with the occasional bathroom break and a flop onto the armchair you had dragged into your office for designated social media scrolling time. Gone from the world, with your friends having nicknamed you an e-hermit in not one, but two separate chats. Zoned out and barely hanging onto the words spewed by your superiors, much like the rest of your fellow designers working on this same project, be it other characters, setting, clothing customisation options, accessories, or special items… as the main project lead, boss of the bosses had said: ‘whatever the user wishes for, should be there’. Who knew that a dating simulator could be that intense and demanding?

Your drawing tablet was glaring at you, and so were the eyes on its screen, doubled onto your monitor watching your every movement like a painting at a museum would. They were meant to be kind and loving, crafted to complete the sunshine that this character was supposed to be, but the slightest misses in the lines were throwing the image off-kilter, and you could not pinpoint what was wrong. Reaching out for the now lukewarm cup of coffee off to the side of your desk, narrowly avoiding the clutter of sketches and notes you had made, you heaved a sigh, pondering if it would be the wisest to simply resign yourself to abandoning the task for today, and pick it up at work tomorrow. It was not like you would be punished for having the eyes be slightly off during an update meeting, after all, this was an ongoing process. But the perfectionist part of you was not letting go. You had managed to ideally depict everything else - the toned, tall physique with the stunning waist, torso and broad shoulders, the cheeks that made you feel a strong cute aggression, the tousled locks that could then be customised by a player’s colour preference, every other feature of the face that screamed ‘handsome’ and ‘appealing’... you did it all, and you would not be yourself if you could not overcome this little blip.

“One more try…” you whispered to yourself and searched for the file on your computer that contained a user story and profile of the character you had been agonising over.

One click, another, and the document was up on the screen, revealing an initial concept sketch that you had made when you first proposed the man as a possible love interest for the main character in the simulator, as well as any facts about him, now being even further developed by the story-writers. Page after page, update after update the character in some ways felt more real than you, especially in your current deflated state. A gentleman, a sentimental soul, with what your colleague had called ‘four-dimensional’ traits and overall a funny, adorable sweetheart who at the click of a finger can turn into the sexiest man alive. There was nothing you did not like - aside from some details here and there that you were not sure who added but they had been approved so you had to deal with it, and that was problematic for your work since it meant that you were in the permanent state of wanting to do the character justice. You scrolled back up, starting at the brief, staring at the name as if it wasn’t already imprinted in your mind. Jeong Yunho.

The dance instructor and choreographer. The talented and hardworking man who the main character would meet third, on her eighth day in Seoul. Born on the twenty-third of March nineteen ninety-nine in the city of Gwangju, moving to Seoul to chase his dreams and fight for them. Special talents… skills… favourite phrases… preferences… key memories… you read on, re-absorbing the details and rearranging them on imaginary shelves, trying to make sense of the information in the context of character design. How were you going to depict all of this in a pair of eyes? A part of you was confident that you were overthinking - actually, you definitely were. Not a single other designer was on Yunho's creation, and developers were going to look at him not as a persona, as a representation of a being that had become real in your mind, but as a task to execute, lines of code to make him move in predetermined ways, make him talks in predetermined ways, smile… yes, you were excited to see him be just that bit more alive, but at the same time, you were afraid of that moment - it would be right then that the world you had subconsciously built for you and him alone would be shattered, and your daydreams dispelled, maybe even crushed. So, getting the eyes perfect right now was the least you could do. At least your Yunho would be perfect.

Swearing under your breath, you picked up the pen once more and twirled it once around your fingers. His personality was fresh on your mind, heart racing, you could almost imagine him in front of you. With a final nod of encouragement, you dived back in, with more vigour and motivation than before, determined to get Yunho right, and to depict him how he truly was, how you knew he should be. The time ticked past, and so did the layers of doubt. Erasing themselves along with strokes of the digital brushes that dissatisfied you, you were unveiling the true character, and with a light heart, a smile on your face and a saved file, leaned onto your desk and rested your head on your crossed arms, just for a quick break to relish in the fact that you finally achieved the look that you had been searching for…

“Hey, good morning you worker bee, what did I tell you about sleeping at your desk?”

You never thought you could yell, right after waking up, as loud as you did at that moment. Jolting up from your seat, forgetting all the papers, equipment and stationery that was strewn about on the table on which you had been dozing, you bolted away from the source of the voice. It had resounded far too close to you for comfort, belonged to no one whom you knew, and was dangerously sweet and slightly lower-set. Pleasant. But who the hell was in your apartment and how did they break in when you almost always double-locked your door? After building up a bit of distance, you finally looked up and rubbed the last bits of sleep from your eyes. The figure was lean, toned, considerably tall, perhaps even very tall, definitely a man, with dark hair and a face that was a bit too similar to-

Jeong Yunho. Jaw-dropping, you darted back to your tablet and computer, practically shaking the mouse, forcing the entire digital system to begrudgingly awaken at your command. You searched everywhere. The open file, others, older versions… nothing. No luck in finding what you had been working on. It was as if the Yunho you had been spending weeks developing had never existed, and all that you were left with and were staring at was a blank page, and the character, no, a whole man, right in front of you, supposedly living, breathing and in your room. You stood up straight, giving the not-quite-a-stranger but still a stranger a once over, while he, confused, had an eyebrow raised and a sheepish smile on his face. He looked adorable that way. Abashed to the point of cuteness - you recalled a game developer on your team describing the planned emotional response functionality in that way; it had been a hit, and now you were seeing, in person, why.

“Y-Yunho?” you whispered in disbelief, a hand hovering over your mouth while you were wondering whether you should officially report yourself to your boss for having succumbed to the delusions. Relief flashed over the beautiful man’s features when you mentioned his name, timidly, yes, but still, it was his name that you uttered.

“Yes, Y/N, that’s me, hey, don’t worry.”

“Y/N?” He knew your name. This was too real - a shriek erupted from what felt like the depths of your soul, and you shut your eyes, only to open them again and to see the same picture, but a little more zoomed in. He was approaching you. Code red, alert, alert, hot man of your dreams who you had been drawing all the time and were effectively being paid to thirst over was approaching you.

“Do you not remember me or something, are you okay? See I keep telling you to not sleep so late, it’s bad for you-”

“Look who’s talking, mister ‘time to text at two in the morning’,” It was a shot in the dark, a random recollection of facts that had been noted about Yunho, but that was true, since he stopped immediately, a dazzling smile on his face.

“Alright, alright, you got me. But hey, you answer me so we are in this together, right?” he countered, and winked.

“Yeah… and I should stop drinking coffee that late, it gives me some cursed… abilities…” you concluded cryptically, though Yunho did not seem to care much about the wording, taking it as your account of how easily you had been spooked by him.

After the initial wave of ‘stranger danger’ had subsided, instead being replaced by the odd conviction that the man before you truly was just the representation of the character for the simulator, you crossed your arms and regarded him more slowly, calmly while he approached the book cabinet that was filled to the brim with manga, manhwa, figurines, dolls, action figures… effectively the best representation of what had inspired you and continued to drive you to do what you were doing in your life now. He was dressed casually, in a zip-up grey hoodie and dark grey jeans. He had taken off his shoes and was in black socks that he stuffed into a pair of slippers - so in this reality, Yunho clearly was a regular guest. Scratching the back of your head, you wondered if this was a storyline that had been updated and you were unknowingly hallucinating.

“Well, uh, if you… if you want me to come by another time I don’t mind. Whatever works best for you…”

Oh. It finally clicked in your head, and your heart fluttered. The moment was stark and aching in your mind, and you were barely able to contain yourself, the subconscious fangirl in you fully awakening. The light flush of pink on his cheeks, those damn doe eyes that were so perfect, and were now looking right at you as if you were Yunho’s entire world, it was all a telltale sign for what was to happen later, and the past disappointment at having been woken up and having no more documents to present evaporated. This was another life, it had to be. One where you did not have to worry about the endless story points, bi-weekly sprints and one deliverable after another. Only a very precious Yunho who, while toying with the sleeve of his hoodie was pondering if he was even welcome.

“Hey! No, we were planning to hang out and we are going to. Sorry, you know how work is and it got to me this time. What shall we do then? Go out, stay in?” you amplified your sociability, putting the fantastical aspect of the circumstances on the back burner for future pondering.

Laying down the pen that you had absent-mindedly grabbed for self-defence, you stepped around the desk and towards Yunho, never once breaking the visual exchange, except when his gaze darted to the floor under your intensity. You had the advantage after all, of knowledge. You could sense, and could confirm by your universe, what exactly was going to happen. He was pretending to not be affected by your closeness, looking at the cabinet again, though the tone in which he spoke was vulnerable, every bit the dream guy you were imagining all this time. You could barely resist the urge to pinch his cheek - in fact, you made a mental note to yourself to check if that was a playable option in the game or not.

“Can we… stay in?”

“Take out?” if there was something you would not quite let him do, it would be to give him full power over the kitchen. Perhaps another time, but not when the dream was so magnificent.

“You bet! I’m buying this time-”

“Yun, c’mon.”

“Technically I am still the guest.”

“You are much more than a guest-” a pause, a blur within which Yunho was attempting to pick out the meaning behind the words which you had purposefully left to be ambiguous, just to mess with him a little bit. It was too sweet, “I mean, you practically live here at this point,” he groaned and playfully rolled his eyes while continuing to tap in the order to what was for sure meant to be your favourite restaurant in the neighbourhood.

You followed him into your living room. Everything was just as you had left it. Even Yunho’s presence was beginning to feel natural, probably because it had already been pretty much just as constant as him now physically falling onto the couch and leaning back to stretch an arm out over the back of it. Hell, you had even spent some evenings sketching him in this same room. As you settled beside him, while still keeping a little bit of distance - just as friends who were feeling not quite platonic would do, you realised that indeed, you were that close. You did know him ‘since forever’, and whatever this fever dream was, you had every right to enjoy it. So upon pulling your legs onto the couch and under you, you settled in and with a soft sigh began to set up the movie you were going to watch. Just like you and Yunho would do had he been an actual interest of yours.

As the food arrived and was promptly devoured, and you were midway through the film, you found Yunho slowly but surely gravitating towards you. First, it was with an outstretched hand when he was trying to imitate a character on the screen, then with him sitting ever so slightly closer when there was supposedly a ‘spooky moment’ even though you knew full well that out of the two of you, you were the one who would not dare enter a haunted house again, and finally, under the pretence of ‘wanting to show you a funny meme on his phone’ he sat right next to you, thighs flush against each other, arm resting on the sofa right behind your head. You could not help but lean into the warmth, attracted to it, comforted. You knew Yunho inside and out, and if there was anyone who you would trust like this, it would be him. He had seen you at your worst - crying in the office bathrooms when during your early days at the company you had been humiliated by your old boss (who, thankfully, had been promptly fired), and had seen you at your best - your award-winning presentation and proof of concept for an innovative life simulation game, selected as a showpiece for the company at a major global conference. He was always there. Be it on your phone, in a sketchbook, or on your laptop - he was always there, cheering you on. There was no difference between then and now, except that now you could allow your head to rest against his broad chest, hearing the soothing beating of his heart behind the cotton fabrics, feeling how his hand dropped to trace random, intricate shapes on your shoulder while his eyes stayed glued to the television screen.

You could sense that he was afraid to look at you, or at least of what he would think or do if he were to do so. He was warm. Very warm. Maybe too warm. You looked up, noting the adorable redness of his ears that appeared only in particular instances: either he just woke up from deep sleep which was not the case, or he had violently shaken his head and rubbed his ears - another no, or he was embarrassed and shy. Bingo. There it was. You nuzzled against him and swore you could feel his entire body stiffen. Just like when a cat makes a person ‘ the chosen one’ by lying on their lap and said person almost forgets to breathe, you nearly knocked consciousness out of Yunho, it seemed.

“What’s up?” you mumbled, noting that Yunho straightened his back, sitting in an unnatural position.

“I, uh, nothing, it’s nothing,” he responded, clearing his throat, still not daring to look to the side to face you.

A pause. That was his character - you nodded to yourself. He had always been like this. Sympathy through the roof but when it came to his openness - he far from often strayed into that field. It would take quite a bit of coaxing, or, somehow easier, waiting for the right moment. So wait you did, comfortably resting against Yunho, insistent that he return to his previously unwinded state. Before you could snake your hand around him to pull his hood up, your friend suddenly shot up, mumbling something about it being too stuffy, or too hot, and tugged the article of clothing off.

All would be fine and dandy if he was not built how he was - and you knew it better than anyone, however strange it was to admit. After all, you had been the one to pick and sketch out his physique, knowing every muscle, curve and edge. As he fumbled with the sleeves, you took in his form, mouth agape as you saw what you had only perceived two-dimensionally, now in live action, and somehow being the one case of where the transition was impeccable if not better. If he were to turn at any moment, he would bear witness to your disturbingly dedicated scrutiny. But at the same time, what could a digital artist and designer do when a handsome man was right before them? Exactly. It was practically a duty to perceive; if not for personal interests (which you would be a liar if you were to say you did not have them), then at least for science. He looked too good in the dark grey graphic t-shirt, which, despite it being slightly oversize, did its beautiful work by revealing his perfectly toned arms. When you noticed him being in the process of turning back, you peeled your gaze away and back to the movie, not sure where in the storyline you even were, nor what the actors were saying. Patting the space next to you, you beckoned Yunho back. This time, he was calmer in his demeanour, falling back and letting you fall into him, with him, for him - and he was right there to catch you.

Action scene after action scene turned into a blur, dialogue was static that you were not bothered to discern while you focused on Yunho’s breathing. Shallower than before, but still comforting. Who would have thought that you would be cuddling with your dream man when a mere few hours ago you were holed up behind your desk, with a cramped and stiff neck, an exhausted hand and equally tired eyes? Eyelids grew heavier, and you wondered if it would be long before you would fall asleep again, and wake up alone, as usual; a bitter smile settled on your lips when the realisation hit you, earning you a perplexed glance from Yunho and a poke in your side.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“Definitely something, he turned to you, studying your every movement. The action led him to detangle himself from you, leading you to shiver a little from the lack of his body heat, “ah wait are you cold now? I- wait, here, hoodie?”

“Thanks.”

Him. In every thread. The scent of clean laundry, cotton, and fabric softener. There was something so magical in it, soothing. You wanted to float in the aroma and this moment forever. Pulling the hoodie tighter around you, you pretended to not notice the adoration that was blatantly obvious in Yunho’s expression. He watched as you pushed up the sleeves a little bit, crossed your legs and looked back at him. Your friend, your muse and subject was nervous, and it did not need a trained professional to figure it out. The tale was climbing to a peak, and the main characters had to face it together. You waited for him, mellowness across your features as you played with one of the hoodie’s drawstrings.

Yunho looked at you, and something about the purity, and hopefulness within him made you think of the very first drawings you had made on post-its in the middle of a conference. Bored out of your mind, your mind wandered back to pondering the new project you had been assigned - the dating simulator. Idea after idea had been proposed for the characters, but not a single one stuck. Everyone was at a standstill until he came along. A breathtaking blessing, just like he was now. Silence settled like snow, only to be broken by a short hum, and Yunho taking the risk you had been wishing for.

“I… I know it has only been a few months but… I really don’t think I can be friends with you anymore, Y/N,” you tilted your head as he put his hands on his lap, fingers repeatedly messing with the material of his sweatpants - his attempt to soothe himself. You, on the other hand, were oddly calm. Simply waiting for the events to unfold and for you to embrace them with the fullest heart. While he was searching for the right words to say, you placed a hand over his, waking him from rumination. A weak smile was replaced by determination, truth spilling from his soul.

“I like you too much. Really. I would not be able to keep my distance even if I tried.”

“Well I think you are a bit too far away right now, Yun,” with a wave of boldness having washed over you, you acted on instinct, leaning towards the beautiful, infinitely precious man until he could not look away, captivated by your proximity, your glimmering eyes, your acceptance.

“Huh?” the sound was barely audible, an echo lost to the tension. You ran a finger over his jawline, instantly seeing his expression darken with another reverberating, deep sensation.

“We should seal the deal, shouldn’t we?” remaining cryptic, you inched closer and closer until you could pick apart the flicks of lighter mahogany in those stunning irises - you wanted to shake your hand for having persevered to finish them in the drawing. Truly, one of a kind.

“What-”

“Oh just kiss me already-”

That phrase you did not need to tell Yunho twice. Finally catching on, he was the first to destroy the distance between you, capturing your lips with his and letting his hand find purchase in your hair, digits running through it, caressing you, guiding you into a shared rhythm. He was as sweet as vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. An intoxicating, ecstatically overwhelming daze that consumed you whole. You saw the sketches flash before you, burning one by one to fuel the desire building for Yunho, for you, for the two of you together. It felt right, it felt real. Arms over his shoulders, you allowed him to pull you into his lap, embrace you and pepper the softest kisses on your cheeks, and your neck, finding the path back to your lips. You felt more alive than ever with the electricity coursing through your newfound intimacy. Nothing existed. This universe was Yunho, and you could not be happier. Better than in any story that you or your co-workers could develop, better than in any fairytale, the oddity transformed into eternity. This was a dream you wanted to remain in for as long as you-

Saying it was hard to wake up was an understatement. Your entire body had been aching from having fallen asleep in an awkward position over your drawing tablet, you had slept past your alarms and as such had only fifteen minutes to cram getting ready and leaving for the office, and upon checking your schedule you had the ‘pleasure’ of having three more meetings being crammed into it, reducing your lunch break to what was a near null. With a sigh, you moved away from your space, dragging your tired body to your first official interaction of the day after having sat at your desk for a couple of hours, already dreading it. The new CEO - whoever they were, was the ‘I want to know all the details and be one with the teams’ type, how joyful, you wondered how long that would last.

It was hard to find the motivation, especially after a dream such as yours. It kept on revolving in your head, pressing down on you, making you reminisce the gentle caresses, the sweet words and actions, the delightful kiss that you had managed to just have the time to experience with Yunho. You were seeing your character in an entirely new light, already having reworked some ideas for the possible special event outfits and spammed your close colleagues who were working on the storyline with some ideas about how Yunho could have even better depth and as such, engagement from prospective users. Perhaps for this meeting with authority you just needed to tap into your delusions and it would be good enough - at least they were productive for once.

While you were setting up the presentation, the rest of your immediate team began to file in, giving you excited waves that you returned with an unprecedented warmth. Pleasant chatter, discussion of possibility, mention of just how special it was that this dating simulator game project was the one the CEO had chosen to see today… you were feeling confident. Whoever this person was going to be, you were going to give your best and-

The door opened. Heads turned. Greetings, bows - all forms of politeness that could be expressed being delivered. People standing up, while you stood up taller by the board, the title slide behind you. You raised your head, only for time to slow down and freeze entirely. Your hold on the clicker tightened, and the only person aside from you who existed at that moment was the newcomer. The CEO. Greeting others with a smile and with equally as elegant bows. Every bit the gentleman in his tailored suit, hair swept back and impeccably styled. Jeong Yunho.

This had to be some kind of joke, right? Was this a dream? The stinging remaining after you pinched your arm slapped you back into reality. No. This Yunho was definitely real. But who was the one you-... the one you started dating? The one who you were way more than colleagues or friends with? Before your mind could accelerate into panicked rumination, his gaze stopped at you, and you could sense everyone else’s attention drift to you too. You were under his spotlight. Melting under what was nothing but kindness in his eyes.

“L/N Y/N, right? I heard a lot about you,” his grin was making you dizzy, memories of his taste resurfacing and sending heat to your cheeks, giving them a light dusting of pink.

“Good things, I hope?” you managed, he chuckled, and sent you a wink before sitting down on his chair.

“The best. I am really looking forward to this,” a playful tease.

“Glad to know this.”

“I heard you made quite a few new developments, how did that happen?” you knew what he was getting at, and that made you feel secure. So it was the same Yunho. That precious Yunho who had confessed to you, the one who had come to life and was now part of yours, by some odd twist of fate had appeared in your company, and was now right in front of you, eager and in love. You smirked while twisting to check the slide one last time, well aware that his only focus ever would be you.

“Came to me in a dream.”

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I Can't Help My Feelings, I'll Go Out Of My Mind.

A/N: Finally some content from me haha 😂. Here's another attempt at smut from me! While I enjoy writing smut because it pushes me out of my writing comfort zone, I always get a bit nervous when finishing it haha. I hope you all like and enjoy it! I think this is the filthiest thing I've ever written 😂. I'm also excited to post this since I've been working on it for so long. Constructive criticism is always welcomed, and as always it's not proofread or edited. Minors dni this is pure smut. The title comes from The Beatles' Song "You Can't Do That". Also the gif isn't mine.

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), Degradation kink, rough sex, spanking, degradation, unprotected sex, edging. (If there's anything I'm not listing that should be please tell me.)

Word Count: 5.282

Standing next to Billy talking to him and Jerry about The Stone’s new album, you pull your attention away from the two men of Elvis’s entourage you called friends and gazed into the crowded suit for Elvis. Your eyes finding him talking to a leggy blonde you can’t help but grip your glass a bit tighter. Firmly holding your glass, you take a sip of your whiskey hoping it’ll wash the bitter taste starting to hit your tongue at the sight. While you understood that during the show that the attention he gave those women was fan service, and it took a bit but you came to peace with it over your time of being with him. That didn’t mean that jealousy didn’t flare, especially in situations where it was more personal time and not work. You couldn’t help but think that this was a party, not a show, he didn’t have to let her trail her hand over his arm and he sure as hell didn’t have to smile at her like that. “You know your EP’s best girl, whatever they’re talking about don’t mean nothin’. “ Billy says pulling your attention away from the scene as you turn to look at him. “You know EP’s just a flirt, that’s him. You watch the shows.” He tells you as tries to comfort you and defend his friend at the same time. “Yeah, but that’s different. That’s work , this is play time. “ You comment as the green monster grows inside you, as you glance back at the scene across the room. Taking another swig of your drink, the liquor feeding the growing monster as a rash idea pops into your head. “You know what, if he can meaninglessly flirt with whoever he wants; I can too.” You proclaim as you sling the rest of your drink back, making both Jerry and Billy look at your concerned knowing how Elvis was. “You know Y/N, you’d just be pourin’ gasoline for him to light if ya do. Just ignore it and have fun.” Jerry pipes up trying to be the voice of reason, as he always tried to be.

“Oh trust me Jerry, I’m going to start ignoring it now.” You tell him smirking as you pull your eyes away from Elvis and start scanning the crowd. Seeing a tall and slender blonde man near the window you decide to put your plan into action. “I also plan on having fun. Have a goodnight boys.” You tell them as you head toward your pawn, the poor man not having any idea of what he was about to step into as you walk up to him. Smiling wide you lay it on thick as you flirt with the man, giggling and complimenting between drinks until you feel a familiar firm hand grip you hip. “Who’s your new friend baby?” Elvis asks as he comes up standing behind you as he holds your hip, his blue eyes staring down the now wide-eyed man. Not seeing his look, you can’t help but smirk to yourself at the slight ire that littered his voice, deciding to strike it more you keep you eyes on the guy in front of you as you bubbly answer. “Oh hey honey! This is Davey, he’s been keeping me company.” You tell Elvis and while you can’t see the fire burn in his eyes at your answer, you feel his reaction as he grips you hip tighter and pulls you against him closing the small gap between you two. “How nice of em’.” He spits out as the petty jealous monster fueled by you liquid courage eats up his reaction, trying to ignore how it also starts to ignite something else in you. “But I’m here now.” He spits out intimidating the Davey, and not needing to give him more reason the man scurries away from you two.

“Go to the bedroom now.” Elvis commands as he leans down to speak into your ear, his chest rumbling as his low voice gave the command. The combination of that and his grasp on you causing you to feel your skin burn as your breath hitches. Biting your lip you decide to push further, brazened by the few drinks and his reaction. “No, swallow your medicine. Tastes bitter, don’t it?” You spit out feeling his fingers dig into your hips, making you finally stare at your boyfriend. Biting your lip you couldn’t deny how the look in his blue eyes set your nerves on fire. “You’ve already acted like a slut tonight, you really wanna add brat to that mama?” He taunted you, his words and deep raspy voice making you start to dampen your panties. Before you could retort he pulls you tighter against him as he growls the command into your ear, “Go to the bedroom now, and sit on the fucking bed now. “ Feeling tension begin to build more you let out a shaky breath as he releases your hip. As you slip through the crowd and head toward your shared room you couldn’t help but be slightly worried at what was to come, but also excited at what was to come. You always loved the few times Elvis got demanding and dominate, you just never knew what to expect when he got like that though. You knew though with whatever he was planning behind those blue eyes, you would be in for a long night.

Slipping out of the crowd you go into the dark room, turning on the light anticipation starts to build as you head to the bed. Sitting on the edge you sit and hold the satin duvet as you wait for Elvis, your mind going over the possibilities. Your taken from your thoughts as you hear the door open and watch Elvis’s tall frame enter the room, locking the door behind him. Your eyes slowly rake his body, watching his long legs stalk towards you, slowly gazing to his chest before seeing his face. You feel your body burn more as the internal fire inside you starts crackling seeing his blue eyes bore into you. The lust and anger fuel the fire in his eyes as he gazes at you. “The fuck was that out there Y/N?” Elvis booms the question, his deep voice filled with ire as the same green monster inside you raged in him. While you knew it probably shouldn’t have, but his reactions have done nothing but cause an ache form between your thighs. “Answer me damn it! What the fuck was that little stunt out there huh?” He demands as he steps closer, the fire inside you burns more as you look up at him. You become intoxicated by the look he’s giving you and chew your lips before you go to answer. “Nothing, EP, I was Just-“ You begin to stumble on an explanation, your bravado disappearing since your nerves began to blaze.

“Just what? Throwing yourself at some random jack like a slut?” Elvis interrupts you, his degrading words and fiery tone going straight to your core. He reaches forward softly caressing your face before, contrasting his words and tones before he grips your jaw. This thumb parting your lower lip as you stare at one another. “Where’s your back talk now little mama?” He taunts as moves his thumb off your lip, you body shivering as you felt yourself get more inebriated by him. “You had something to say out there.” He spits out holding your chin, his touch making more heat pool in your abdomen. “I just w-wanted you to see how it felt.” You breathe out as his fiery blue eyes consume you. “So, you thought acting like a needy little bitch would do it?” He asks as your panties dampen, and you softly rub your thighs together to try to soothe the ache between them. You don’t miss the look in his eyes as his lips lift into a smirk as watched you. “I don’t know what you thought you saw darlin’, but it’s no excuse for you to be such a mouthy needy slut. “ He tells you letting go of your jaw, and taking a step back watching your chest rise and fall as your arousal builds even more. “I think I need to remind you, you’re mine.” Elvis rumbles out as he words act like gasoline, making that fire spread inside you even more as you feel your thighs begin to slicken.

You feel your heart thunder in your chest as you stare at him, your jealously being replaced by lust. Goosebumps raise on your burning skin as his eyes scrape over you, sucking on his plush bottom lip as his blue eyes take the sight of you in. “Kneel darlin’.” Elvis commands, the familiar pet name sounding sinful from his lips instead of how sweet it normally sounded from his lips. Supinely you follow his order, and with a shaky breath you get off you spot on the bed and kneel in front of him. Your knees digging into the plush carpet as your tight skirt hugs your thighs together as you gaze up at him. The sight of him intoxicating you more as you watch him move his hands and start to undo his pants. The ache in between your thighs growing stronger as he undoes his belt and starts to pull his suit pants down, revealing his beautiful cock. As you look up at him you take in the sight of your boyfriend as more heat pools into your stomach. “Though I think there’s something better you can do with your mouth than being a brat.” Elvis growled out as he cupped you chin, and took his thumb and pressed it against your lips. As his thumb pressed against your lip you instinctively opened your mouth as he went to push your soft lip down, a burning tremor going through your body as lustful anticipation built more as your eyes soaked in the sight of him above you. Putting his finger in your mouth he groaned as you closed your mouth around them swirled your tongue against the salty skin, staring up at him and feel your underwear start to cling to you as you get wetter. “See you’re still acting like a little slut.” He comments as takes his other hand and starts to slowly stroke his cock as his blue eyes burn into you. His degrading words turning you on more.

Moving his fingers, you lick you lips as you watch him pause his strokes and take a step closer to you. Without pause you reached your hand up and licked his head. Enjoying the tase of pre-cum before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Still staring up at him you hollow your cheeks and start to bob your head, loving the way Elvis looks as he bites his lips and slightly throws his head back as you feel his fingers rake through your hair before he grips your hair. Swallowing around him the small sounds that slip past his plush lips go straight to your core. Moaning around his cock you clench your pressed thighs together as you feel his grip on your head get harsher. As Elvis moves his head you two make eye contact as you relax your throat and start to bob your head deeper down his shaft. “Goddamn darlin, you really are my slut.” Elvis rasps out after chocking a low moan out as he feels you take him deeper, feeling him in your throat. It’s not much longer before Elvis starts to control your movements with his firm grip on your hair. Fucking your mouth you moan as drool slides down your lips and chin, looking up to see his head thrown back as you hold onto his thighs. Everything making the coil inside you burn hotter before he pulls you off his cock. Gasping and turned on you look up at him and feel yourself soak your panties more as he dips his head to stare at you with burning eyes. “God look at you darlin’. Such a needy vision.” Elvis comments as continues to bore his eyes into you, watching you stare up at him with flushed cheeks and swollen lips while your chest heaves as you look up at him with a familiar needy look in your watery eyes. “Strip and get on the bed, all fours.” He orders as reaches down and cups your chin, biting you lip you eagerly follow it. Standing you slowly take your shirt off and you’re your skirt off, trying to tease him as much as he was teasing you. Watching him bite his lip as his eye trail over your body you turn towards the bed. Swaying your hips as you crawl on the bed, gripping the sheets you turn your head to look back at him.

“This is what you wanted isn’t it you little brat?” He rasps out his lip curling in a sneer as his words fuel the fire inside you more. Biting your lip you watch him in anticipation as watch him get on the bed, feeling it dip as he moves behind you, you grip the sheets tighter and your hips sway in anticipation. Suddenly you feel his large hand smack the soft flesh of your ass making you gasp in surprise and pleasure. “So needy..you think you’re gonna get what you want that easily?” Elvis lowly asks, his southern drawl washing over you as he caresses your stinging skin making you bite your lip before gasping again as he suddenly smacks your other cheek. “I asked you a question darlin..” He slowly draws as he rubs his hand over your heated skin, his cold rings adding to the stinging sensation making you slightly whimper and chew on your lip. Elvis always new how to drive you crazy, but seeing this rare and harsh domination drove you insane. “You really think you’re gonna get what you want that easily?” He teasingly asks before ending his question with another hard smack that went to your core. “Mhmm just want you.” You needily moan out swaying your ass only to feel another delicious spank across your ass as you hear him lowly chuckle behind you. “I know you do darlin’.” He rasps out as he glides his hand down your ass toward your clothes slit, feeling the fabric damp from your juices he you hear him let out a light groan. “I can feel how much you want me, but you didn’t answer my question.” He rasps out as he teases your clit coaxing soft whimpers from your lips as that coil gets tighter. “I’d answer you needy brat or you..won’t…get…nothing.” He lowly warns as he teases you only to end his sentence by lightly slapping your clit before moving his hand away and placing it back on your ass as you whine. While this hadn’t been the first time Elvis got rough with you, you loved the few times he did, you forgot how he would deliciously torture you. “N-No I won’t.” You stammer out as you glance back to gaze at him, eyes taking in the site of him kneeling behind you. You bit your lip as you saw his blue eyes blaze but focus on you, his plush lip in his teeth as sucked on it, your eyes trail down his broad chest to his beautiful cock; long, hard, and ready. Your pulled out of you gawking as you felt another harsh smack against your ass, glazing up towards his face you see his fiery eyes gaze into yours. “Mhmm no you won’t just cause you acted easy, doesn’t mean I will be.”He scathingly rasps out, his burning words making your underwear dampen more.

You watch him move closer and feel his hand trail up your body to your back and unclasp your bra, the blue material falling onto the bed as you turn and bite your lip. His calloused hands left a trail of goosebumps as they made their way to cup your breasts. You bite your lip as you feel his callused hands start to play with your chest as you felt him lean his body against you as he started to kiss and mark your shoulder. “No, I gotta remind you that your my slut. You think that guy, any guy, can make you feel this good?” He asks as his warm breath brushes your ear and you feel his words in his chest as you moan as he rolled your nipples between his fingers. You feel your panties cling to you as he bites your shoulder, making you arch and press your ass against his cock. “You think he could make you feel this good?” He rasps to you as his drawl gets thicker as he stops playing with your nipples and sliding his hands to your hips as he leans up. “Answer me darlin’, I wanna hear it from you.” He orders as he holds onto your hips, as you let out a shaky breath, wound up and needy. “N-no, only you can.” You eagerly whine out, hoping it would help move things along faster, making him chuckle as he gives your hips a squeeze.

“That’s right doll, only I can turn you into a needy slut.” He tells you making you soak your panties more before you feel him slightly move his hands. You breath in as you feel his hands grip the waistband of your panties and slowly peel them off of you. “Goddammit your dripping little mama.” He groans out as you whimper when he drags his fingers across your slit collecting your juices. Turning to glance back at him again you can’t but harshly bite you lip as a muffle moan slips through you as you watch him take his fingers away and place them in his mouth. That burning coil inside you winding even tighter as his blue eyes gazed into yours as his plus lips enclosed around his fingers as he tasted you. “Hmm I swear you pussy is this sweetest I’ve ever had, I could bury my face in your thighs for hours.” Elvis deliciously admits in his low voice after he takes his fingers out, causing you to get wetter as you thought of his tongue on you and his velvet lips sucking your clit. He chuckles as you give a needy whine as you stare at him before gasping as he gives your ass another spank, the stinging sensation burning across your skin in the best way. “That won’t happen tonight though, only good girls get my tongue.” He tells you with a smirk before adding, “You’ve been a little slut today doll.” You feel your cheeks burn at the whine that escapes your lips at his words. The smoldering coil inside you somehow burned hotter as you got more flustered by his words before he spanks you again. “Your gonna beg me to fuck you doll, and beg me good before you get what you want.” He tells you as he runs his hand over your red skin, the coolness of his rings soothing the pleasurable sting. God, you swore only Elvis could get you this highly wound as you grip the sheets in an attempt to anchor yourself. “You think you can fucking flirt with some other guy and get what you want?” He possessively growls as he spanks you again making you let out a moan and arch as you felt you’re the hot sting go straight to your core again. “Mhm I s-swear it d-didn’t mean anything.” You breathe out as he runs his hand across your skin again, inhaling as his hands trail lower.

“So, you think it’s alright to act like a slut if you’re just bein’ a cocktease?”, He asks his deep voice washing over you as goosebumps follow his hand as it trails to your thigh. “N-No, that’s…” You begin to stammer as you feel his fingers glide across your slit again, though you stop when you moan as you feel him slip two fingers into your pussy. Your wet walls hug his fingers as he slowly thrusts them into you. “Mhm god your so wet and tight.” He groans out as he slowly fucks his fingers into you, making you grip the sheets tighter. It wasn’t long till he had you a moaning mess as his long fingers moved in and out of your walls, brushing against your G-spot every so often when he thrust in. Not only the feeling of his expert fingers winding you up even more, but also the obscene sounds as his fingers thrusted back and forth into your wet hole. “You think he could make you a mess like this?” He drawls out with a groan as you slowly move your hips, getting absorbed into the pleasure. “Look at you, just a needy spoiled slut.” He harshly comments as he watches you move your hips, his words winding that coil more as you tried to chase the high and get closer to edge. “Y-Your needy slut” You moan out as you start to chase your high, hoping to get some relief from all the teasing as his fingers continue their steady pace. “That’s right, mine. “ You hear his deep voice draw out with a groan as he felt your walls flutter around his fingers. “No other guy can make you this wet, could they?” He teasingly asks as he thrust his fingers a few more times, driving you closer to that edge as he enjoys the feeling of you around his finger and the sounds coming from you. Suddenly though you gasp and shine, your cheeks burning as you hear yourself, as he suddenly removes his fingers. Panting and annoyed as you feel you thighs quiver, you turn to see him smirking at you.

“Don’t give me that look, I told you I was gonna make you beg.” Elvis reminds you as his blue eyes lustfully take in the sight of you panting and quivering on the bed. Knowing he’s already got you this wound up, and he hasn’t even fucked you yet. “But El-“ You go to protest, just wanting some release as you feel his slick hand ghosts over your quivering thighs before grabbing the tender skin of your ass as interrupts you, “Ah, Ah! You gotta beg if you want my cock.” He teasingly rasps out as he massaged your ass for a moment before moving his hand to your hip, his other gripping the other side. “Beg like the little slut you’ve been tonight.” He tells you as you inhale as you watch him move closer and feel him press his cock against the curve of your ass. You whimper as he teasingly ruts against you, turning your head as he starts to mark your shoulders and neck again. “P-Please Elvis. I-I want more.” You breathlessly moan out as you feel yourself get even more turned on as you felt his hard cock rub against your ass, and his lips and teeth against your skin as he sucked and bit it. “I know doll, but you know you gotta beg better than that.” He rasps into your ear as his breathe brushes against you making a tingle shoot up your spine. “Please Elvis, P-please. I-I need you please.” You beg before biting your lip as you feel one of his hands move from your hip to start to slowly play with your clit. “P-Please Elvis.” You beg again before whining and pressing your ass against his cock as you his fingers continue to draw circles on your clit, your thighs seeming to quiver more as the ache between your legs gets worse. “Hmm better, but not enough. You had no problem using your words earlier, so use them now.” He superciliously tells you as he applies more pressure with his finger making you let out another moan.

“Please, P-Please f-fuck me Elvis.” You beg as he brings you closer to that edge, lighting all your nerves on fire only to quickly pull his fingers away making you choke a moan out. “Damn it Elvis.” You whine out frustrated before gasping a moan out as he spanks your ass. “Even when you’re on your knees begging you’re a brat.” You hear Elvis comment with a chuckle as he watches your reaction, eating up the sight of you. “Please Elvis, haven’t I begged enough?” You ask turning to stare back at his fiery eyes as you grind your ass against his cock, biting your lip as you watch him lean his head back with a groan. “Mhmm what was it you said out there darlin? Swallow your medicine?” He taunts as you feel his hands grip your hips as he continue to slowly tease you. “You can dish it out but it seems you have trouble taking it.” Elvis tells you his voice deep and raspy as it washes over you as you chew on your lip. Gazing up at him, you take a moment to appreciate how amazing the older man looked. Your eyes scrapping over his tanned skin you let out a huff as you stop biting your lips. While you’ve enjoyed everything, you wanted the release that’s been denied to you. You also wanted to feel his cock stretching your walls, you have since the moment you kneeled on the ground. Looking into his blue eyes, you try to give your best doe eyes and begin to beg again. “P-Please Elvis, fuck me. “ You start as you feel you cheeks burn as you continue, “Please fuck me like the slut I am. Show me I’m your slut.”. You watch as his nostrils flare and he releases a low groan at your words. His blue eyes bore into yours as his lips pull into a smirk as he grips you hips tighter. You sharply inhale as he moves his cock and starts to slide it against your lips, spreading your juices on himself as you feel him so close to where you wanted him the most.

“That sounds more like it, but I just don’t know if I believe ya really want it..” He taunts you as the head of his cock brushes your clit, your nerves even more frayed as you feel yourself get more flustered. “Please Elvis, I do want it. Please fuck me, I need you.” You beg staring at him with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, biting your lip again as he teases you more. You gasp as you feel his head press against your hole, your last plead seeming to do the trick as he grips your hips. Gasping out a moan you arch as he thrusts into you, your slick walls deliciously stretched by his thick cock. You grip the sheets underneath your hands and close your eyes as you hear the deep guttural groan Elvis lets out as he feels your walls flutter around him. Soon the room was filled with his grunts and groans and your whines and moans as he started to set a harsh pace. Elvis snapped his hips at a brutal pace, fucking into hard and fast, you were consumed by the pleasure of it. “Oh God, Elvis!” You moan as you swivel your hips to try to meet his thrusts, your body inflamed by pleasure as his cock filled you perfectly. Between his pace and being so wound up from earlier it wasn’t too long before you were chasing that familiar high again. “Goddammit your pussy’s always so tight.” Elvis deeply groans out from his chest as he feels your walls grip his cock, his words helping to drive you closer to the edge. You let out a strangled moan as he expertly hits your G-spot, bringing your orgasm even closer. Each drag of his cock against your wet and warm walls brought you closer and closer, causing you to chant Elvis’s name like prayer between moans as that internal coil wound tighter.

“I’m close..so close.” You moan out as you get drunk on the pleasure coursing through your veins and consuming your mind. “You gonna make a mess on my cock?” Elvis asks you his deep voice barely registering as his harsh but precise thrusts pull you closer to the edge. The feeling of his hard throbbing cock rapidly drags against your slick walls, filling your pussy up and making you dig into the bed as you wantonly moan. “Feels so good..” You moan out before your eyes roll back as you feel his hand move from your hips, and then feel his fingers start to play with your clit again. You didn’t know where he began or you ended, what was up or what was down, all you could focus on and feel was the carnal pleasure as you started to reach your peak. Your walls started to grip Elvis’s cock causing him to groan and lowly curse as you switch between moans and desperate invocations of his name you feel that taut coil start to wain under the pressure of the pleasure. Letting out a loud moan, borderline scream, of his name; you swore that you saw stars as that coil finally snapped inside you. You were a babbling mess as a powerful orgasm started to rack through you, the pleasure only intensified some as Elvis continues to fuck you through it. You vaguely feel his fingers leave your clit as his hand grips your hips again and he begins to slow his pace some as he steadily thrusts into your walls. Your juice cover his cock and slide down your quivering thighs. You moan and arch you back again as you feel Elvis grip your hips tighter as he still inside you, spilling into you.

You both pant on the bed, Elvis moving his arm to help support you before slowly sliding out of you. You let out a whimper as he slips his softening cock out of you before he moves on the bed. Maneuvering you two he pulls you against him as you two catch your breathes. “I love you.” Elvis softly tells you a few moments later as he softly presses his plush lips to your hair as his hand slowly runs up and down your back. “I love you too.” You quietly hum out as you rest against him, somehow buzzed but worn out. “I wasn’t too rough or anything darlin?” Elvis warmly asks as you smile into his chest and let out a tired giggle. “No, trust me Elvis I enjoyed every touch.” You tell him as press a gentle kiss on his chest, snuggling your body closer against him. “Good, good.” He lowly murmurs as your two cuddle, just enjoying the feeling of being close to one another. “I’m uh sorry I got jealous, just the sight of you smiling at that guy ate me up.” He softly apologizes as his hand continues to run along your skin. “I’m sorry too, I got jealous too and I shouldn’t have delt with it like that.” You tiredly mumble into his chest before turning your head up to look into his soft blue eyes. Elvis gave you a tired smile before he cupped your cheek and leaned down to give you a soft kiss. “We make quite the jealous pair then.” He quips making you giggle. “I guess we do.” You comment with a lazy smile as you lay your head back against his chest. You two stay laying against each other as your exhaustion started to take you both as you feel asleep together.

#Elvis 2022 #Austiin butler elvis #elvis smut #elvis fic #austin elvis smut #austin elvis fic

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ct-multifandom · 3 years ago

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Open discussion about the Dearest Family trailer

Because ohhhh my lawd so much to think about wth. Reblog this post or just comment. I’m dying to talk about it.

Someone said that maybe Gabe akumatizes himself again in ep 9 to gain a charm to experiment on, which is the charm he has in the trailer that he figures out how to get past. Big brain theory.

Edit: it looks like what he’s doing in the trailer is making some sort of super-charged akuma that has the extra power to break through charms. It looks a little different than the rest, more like the moth sentimonster than the typical little butterfly. He then de-transforms and pulls a magical charm out as his civilian self, which the akuma breaks using its new power.

Hawkmoth must manage to bypass both Rolland and Sabine’s magical charms because Rolland was Simpleman in episode 19, Sabine is Quilin will be episode 20, and this will be episode 21

Quilin looks fanatstic!!!

The trailer didn’t show the reason for akumatization. It had that misleading-looking cut from Rolland tasting the fresh gallete to Weredad with the butterfly on his face

The four akumas look like they’re competing against each other for... something? They’re definitely not working together like the Gang of Secrets, but they’re also not fighting each other directly like the Crocoduel. It looks like maybe they have a common goal, but it’s a battle royale. Did all four of them argue about something and they each want to prove that they’re right??

Tikki makes an astronomical gallete, but we already knew that. She also looks like she digivolved into Lillymon to do it. Maybe we’ll get some kwami lore? Plagg, Trixx, and Kaalki never changed forms to use their powers without a holder or anything. Maybe it’s different because Tikki’s addiction problems are making her go ballistic.

The trailer makes it look like they defeated Dearest Family before Tikki went haywire, but what if that happened during the fight? Based on Gloob’s script reading from Miraculous Day, it sounded like at least Tom and Sabine were still akumatized when Tikki made the sky pie and Chat flew off to stop her. That would leave Marinette alone on earth with no cat, probably no kwami, problems to solve regarding aforementioned kwami, and more than one akuma left to fight.

Edit 2: someone (observant, good catch) pointed out that Ladybug wasn’t in her post-lucky charm suit with the collar and black accents, meaning she didn’t use her move yet, so the battle definitely wasn’t over yet when Tikki went haywire. Maybe Marinette’s seemingly sudden need to de-transform was triggered by Tikki’s issues, or maybe it has something to do with Quilin’s power.

Tangentially related, but despite the possibility of Marinette being in a pickle and needing help, it doesn’t look like she brings extra helpers in to fight the akuma. If there were a new hero this episode, they would’ve shown them in the trailer. Plus, nothing that we saw has anything to do with anyone but Marinette. I theorized before that she might use a new miraculous on herself like she did in Kwamibuster, which might still hold water if I’m right about Chat leaving for space before the akumas are defeated.

But also, I wasn’t eliminating the possibility of a new hero in 21 until now, and now that we know Sabine is Quilin, 20 doesn’t feel likely either. So when will they appear? 22-25? If Chat doesn’t come in 22 to help defeat Moolak, and we don’t get some sort of cat!Felix or cat!anyone, then it’s possible for Ladybug to call in someone who can help, like in Party Crasher when the whole team couldn’t do anything until King Monkey came in. It’s also possible for someone to become a hero in Risk. After all, if Mari or Alya were hit by the akuma, they might take the risk of handing out extra miraculous to a new, possibly unlikely person. I was already pretty sure that Kuro Neko and Penalteam will have heroes. If I had to guess the order, I’d say Minotaurox, Coq Courage, Caprikid, then Traquemoiselle.

Kinda getting nervous though. Each couple weeks we get new trailers and info about upcoming episodes yet nothing about them.

#miraculous ladybug #dearest family #miraculous season 4 #ml #miraculous #miraculous spoilers #ml season four #ml spoilers #ml speculation #miraculous s4 #miraculous lb

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behind-the-screen-of-bangtan · 2 years ago

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Jack In The Box

Release date: 15 July 2022

Official page

Teaser, Visual Teaser, Teaser Photo 2

Tracklist

Episode of the album cover shoot sketch

Naver post with behind pictures

Stories on BTS’ Instagram

j-hope’s Instagram posts: Open a box, listening party

Check out what's in Jack In The Box (VLive, now reposted on Weverse) (Instagram post)

Album interview

Official Youtube playlist

Merch

[IU's Palette] j-hope In The Palette (With j-hope) Ep.14

Bangtan bomb:

j-hope 'Jack In The Box' Listening Party Event Sketch (W Korea pictures: part 1, part 2, part 3)

Oufits and accessories: suit for the cover from Tailorable, suit for the live from Tailorable

According to a press release, the album show “j-hope’s aspirations to break the mold and grow further. The album represents j-hope’s own musical personality and vision as an artist.“ (src)

People noticed that there is a jack in the box on the cover of Blue Side (cr. #1, #2, #3).

The cover was made in collaboration with KAWS. Hobi posted about it on his Instagram, here.

j-hope performed some tracks of this album as well as others of his solo songs during the 2022 edition of the Lollapalooza festival (Todays’ Bangtan tweet, Naver post, Weverse Magazine article). Videos of the performance are available in the official Youtube playlist for Jack In The Box. Jimin came to support hobi for this big performance (Instagram post).

Tracklist

You can find an introduction of each song, in Korean, here.

Intro

Lyrics

Visualizer

Pandora’s box

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

In episode 4 of the Bring The Soul documentary, j-hope explained the origin of his stage name, that’s partly inspired by the myth. There’s also a nod to it in his verse from “Wishing on a star” Korean version (cr.).

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Colin’s notes and translation

Producer: Basstracks

@notoriousknj noticed the mixing gives the impression j-hope is in a box while the listener is outside

STOP (세상에 나쁜 사람은 없다) (there are no bad people in the world)

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

The title is probably a reference to a book by Won Jaehun, mentioned by j-hope during his birthday vlive in 2021 (src)

= (Equal Sign)

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Producer: Scoop Deville

Music Box : Reflection

Visualizer

What if...

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Safety Zone

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Future

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

방화 (Arson)

Lyrics

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes

Visualizer

Release date: 1 July 2022

Announcement

Concept Photo 1, Concept Photo 2

Themed Graphic Video

Episode

MV Photo Sketch

j-hope’s Instagram posts: MORE ?, Concept Photo 1, Concept Photo 2, #4, #shoutout, I got MORE

Outfits and accessories: elements identified by Bangtan Style, tweets from BangtanStyling, 99PERCENTIS’ Instagram post (#1, #2)

youtube

@jungkswift found parallels between the MV and the movie Fight Club.

The office set appears to be filled with document templates such as this one:

Another one seems to be referencing a police station (cr.)

There are several details in the Concept Photo 2. On the garage set, there’s a poster with “Help me discover my inner piece” written on it.

The radio cassette in the background is a rare model that was sold in Korea under the name 대호, meaning a loud cry (src). It has a lot of words written on it, including:

Cool here

Rad

Look Look

CRP

1Team

Crazy

Steam it

Over over

Allow me to spin

FM AM

Mob. Molo**

Mess!!

D.O.C

Temp

Steady steady

In front of the radio cassette, there’s a can of umber Cansol paint. Despite the name, it’s from Matsuda, a Japanese company selling paint.

V makes a cameo in the MV at 2:17, like he did in “Daydream” MV.

방화 (Arson)

Release date: 15 July 2022

Concept Photo 1, Concept Photo 2

Teaser

Themed Graphic Video

Episode

MV Photo Sketch

Other version: Arson (Rock ver.)

j-hope’s Instagram posts: Burn and Done, I burned it all, concept photo 1, concept photo 2, #5, post from the official Instagram account,

Outfits and accessories: custom handmade combinaison by 99percentis (Instagram #1, #2, #3)

youtube

The MV was filmed at the Yi sun-sun Bridge Pier in Gwangyang (cr.).

The signboards show different nods to j-hope:

Done: in reference to the lyrics

Uarmyhope 94: hobi’s Instagram profile and his birth year

Hope

Neuron, the crew in which j-hope was before debuting as BTS, made a choreography for the song (post #1, #2, video) and posted it on hobi’s birthday.

j-hope IN THE BOX

Teaser Poster

Official Photo 1

Teaser Trailer

Main Poster

Official Photo 2

Main Trailer

Videos on Disney+ Youtube channel

Highlight: j-hope's daily life

Commentary (trailer)

NME: “Five things we learned from ‘J-hope In The Box’, the new documentary about the BTS star”

Jack In The Box (HOPE Edition)

Release date: 18 August 2023

Official page

Announcement

Album details

Concept photo

3D Animation Film

Jacket Photo Sketch

Episode of the Jacket Shoot Sketch

Unboxing Video with: RM, SUGA, Jimin, V, Jung Kook

Thanks to (eng)

Outfits and accessories

A special album to commemorate Jack In The Box’s first anniversary, in physical form this time. It features new pictures and live versions of songs from j-hope’s performance at Lollapalooza.

As people noticed thanks to the files’ metadata, the concept photo for this version was probably made at the same time as the pictures for the original album.

Promotion

Press conference

Weverse Magazine: “Human, j-hope, a review of ‘Jack In The Box’”

Weverse Magazine: “Here’s how j-hope pays respect to hip hop”

Rolling Stones: “‘J-Hope Isn’t Limited to Bright Things’: The BTS Star Breaks Down His Full-Length Solo Debut”

NME: “J-Hope – ‘Jack in The Box’ review: bright BTS rapper delves into darkness on sublime solo album”

Consequence: “j-hope Is Stepping Outside the Box ” (interview)

Consequence: “With Jack in the Box, j-hope Isn’t Afraid to Embrace the Darkness”

TeenVogue: “J-Hope’s “Jack in the Box” Explores Fire Grounded in Hope”

MMTG EP.277

#j-hope #Jack in the box #MORE #Arson

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mimiri22-6 · 4 years ago

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Let's do this. One last time.

Ducktales 2017. I didn't think I was ready for the end, but the finale was too perfect to be sad nor angry.

There's so much to say-too much to say...and I'm going to try my best to say all of it.

EVERYONE IS HERE!! ENDGAME WHO?! DUCKTALES!!!!!

Seeing Webby and Scrooge interactions now, after watching this once, is just-They're So Soft! AND everything is just-AH I love it. It's so weird, but when is the family tree not screwy(also, Webby=Scrooge's clone? Webby=female? Trans Scrooge=Cannon?! I think Fucking So!)

Aaaaaaannd that's all we get from Gladstone and Fethry. If there's one thing I wish was in this episode more it would be more cousin interactions and Daisy. Though, Daisy not being too into it makes sense. Loved what we got of her tho. At least we got a little bit of them this episode, it was already pretty character packed

Well...Launchpad is only half wrong.

Oh wow. Oh Wow, I love this dynamic between LP, Drake, and Fenton...ot4? because I refuse to leave Gandra out. I love how Drake doesn't know about Fenton and Gizmo while it seems like everyone else in the world does. Still, LP/Drake and Gandra/Fenton some of my faves. So good

OH YEAH! Even the other 2 Caballeros are here!!

And the last adventure STARTS

I find it Fantastic how Dewey and Launchpad will probably die thinking F.O.W.L used the last level of a videogame as their secret layer layout

*sigh* This is why I avoid previews and wish I was better at avoiding theories from after those previews. I would have been more surprised and probably would have enjoyed this ep even more if I had Nothing to expect. But the theories were right. Tho, I did not expect how (or should I say Who) Webby was cloned from...though also I was spoiled by that when I was looking for the ep. Some ass used "Scrooge is Webby's dad" as a video title. I didn't think it was real, but I was wrong.

Awwww. Don has such a soft spot for kids

I love Lena and her development.

...*sigh* ok. "you've already got sisters" with this line, I am obligated to drop the Webby/Lena ship. I'm sorry, but it's one of my many rules for being ok with a ship. If the characters Ever say, even just once as an afterthought, they see each other as siblings or something similar, I will see them as that. It's why I've never been ok and have been uncomfortable with Shiro/Keith since Keith saved Shiro from...his clones...huh. So, from now on, I'm going to be Very uncomfortable with anything Weblena...even though the thought of them in the future was cute

HOW does a show about building ottomans have plot???

I wasn't sure how to feel about the clones All throughout this

OOOOOOOOOOOOOO HUEY JUST FIRST NAMED BEAKLEY!!!!!

GOLDIE AND DAISY ARE ON THE BOARD!!! SCORE!!

Oooooh. That picture of Webby's parents...is fake. It's like some picture Beakley took off the internet.

I saw a post saying how Della had to convince Donald to go on one last adventure and how she had to watch him almost die, but she really Didn't. She helped him pack and she was ready to let Donald go on his adventure("but Daisy's my adventure" They are too damn cute for their own damn good. I love them. donsy for the win), but an actual Crisis came up and he had to stay. Donald nearly dying by void was not Della's fault and if I see any more posts about how she roped Donald into a death mission, I will go up a wall and break a neck on my way down

Man, it's weird hearing this and knowing that Webby's parents don't exist

Wow! Beakley just knocked out Scrooge! Damn!

Oooh! The girls are fighting

...Woah. I just realized, the blood and brain of Scrooge McDuck and the training of Bentina Beakley. Webby is even more of a beast than we knew.

IS THAT DEVELOPMENT I HEAR!!! YOU KEEP THOSE KIDS BEHIND? YOU LOSE!!! GOOD DAY SIR!

Pepper. Just Pepper. She seems like one of your parent's nice coworkers that brings you brownies and pinches your cheeks

"Look after your brother." YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I JUST WANNA-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DADRO YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! IT IS OFICIALLY BOYD GEARLOSE NOW!! YEEEEE!!!!

I also really like that you can't tell which Gyro is telling that to

God, I Fucking Love the concept that is Manny. He's one of those things that if someone asked you about him outside of the fandom, you wouldn't even know where to start. It's absolutely FanFuckingTastic. He's the most magical thing in the universe? Fuck Yes, give that to me Now!

HE SPEAKS!!!!!!(I couldn't place his voice actor, but I when I looked him up I realized recognized him for Glossaryck from SVTFOE)

(Edit: Just found out that the scene with Manny was a Gargoyles ref. Nice!)

Once again, I love everything about LP, Drake, and Fenton

And then Lena Died

Aww, they both have such soft spots for children

LUDWIG VON DRAKE?!?!!!?! WHAT THE FUCK?!

(that had to be a different font because really, what the fuck)

He really did just say he was too busy to die. This duck is too powerful

(I really just don't have too much to say between all of this. I just love all of it)

Woo! Louie with the motivation!

Pft-how both of them are singing? Love to see it...wait, we don't see Don Karnage after this...DID HE DIE IN THAT CRASH?! DID DEWEY COMMIT HIS FIRST MURDER?!

"Welcome home, April." I hate you.

Of course he dabs

"he was like this when we found him." Nice to know Gos knows what to do in the event that she kills someone

Oh that's horrendous. I hate that

"Now, let's get down to business." TO DEF[get's shot]

Why is Manny like actually the best?

God, Drake and LP really are two halves of a whole idiot huh? They're soulmates, your honor

"I. Am." "Not alone in this." That was so sweet, but also JUST TELL HIM!!

And now Glom is dead

Oh, that's a lot of mind control

"Even by our standards, this is a weird day." Couldn't say it better, Lena

"How do you think Della found out about the Spear of Selene?" OH, YOU MOTHERFU

"Oh, Bradford, how villainous." DAMN! HE REALLY DID JUST DO THAT, HUH?!

"MOOOM!" "NOOO!" OH NO, MY HEART! IT FUNCTIONS!

"Do you know how replaceable clones are?" Oh yeah, that's right. You're probably not the og Gyro

Man, we don't ever have Von Drake for long but I always love him

Those lights are really only there for dramatic effect, aren't they?

...Close enough.

Launchpad moment! Yeah!!!

HEY! I just noticed. While wearing the suit, Launchpad didn't crash...idk what to do with this info

The fine print is usually good to read...we people just don't do it apparently

"...your most trusted ally?" *picks Donald* Wow. That's right there with the feels ain't it

"it's not worth the risk." Fuck, I love them

Oh that sounds so weird. Scrooge has never been a dad, always Uncle. So Weird

And Gandra, Gyro, and Von Drake are dead. There is a Body Count this episode

"Donald Duck." "Uncle Scrooge." I SEE YOU! I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE! AND I LOVE IT!

Hehe. From Bitchford to bird brain.

EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS ENDING SCENE IS THE BEST!

Beakley thinking she's no longer accepted? Nah, she was granny first and foremost

ANOTHER FENRA KISS?! DON'T MIND IF I DO!

DADRO AND GOSALYN AND DRAKE?! LOVING IT!

MORE FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS?! WOO!

DONALD IMMEDIATELY ADOPTING JUNE AND MAY?! ONLY THE BEST FROM HIM!!!!

PROTECTIVE SCROOGE?! YOU DON'T SEE ME COMPLAINING!

"We're smarter" "We're tougher" "We're sharper" And we'll earn our way square." AH-I'M GOING DOWN LIKE THE SUNCHASER, GUYS

AND THE END CREDITS WILL NEVER BE MATCHED!!!!!

I don't know what else to say.

This show was amazing from beginning to end. I may not have cried, but I didn't need to cry. It wasn't sad and there was nothing bittersweet about it. Just pure perfection, just like the rest of the show.

Perfectly Preen, not a fether out of place.

Goodnight Ducktales, you were perfect

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sirenprincess15 · 3 years ago

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Please Don't Leave Me Chapter 1

Title: Please Don’t Leave Me

Author: SirenPrincess

Description: What if Aleksander hadn’t answered the door when Ivan interrupted the war room kissing? What if Aleksander and Alina had a bit more time to get to know each other before Baghra told her his true identity? Alina is the only one who can comfort Aleksander through his nightmares. Will she leave once she knows who he is?

This story is based on the show version and features a soft on the inside, hard on the outside Aleksander with an emphasis on emotional hurt/comfort and angst. If you are looking for lots of hurt!Aleksander thoughts, then this story is for you. Mal exists but pretty much solely to cause Aleksander some angst. Don’t worry. It will be a Darklina ending.

Chapter 1 is a missing scene at the end of Ep 4 (a bit of a prequel to the real story but I just NEEDED this scene to set them up), and Chapter 2 takes place alongside Ep 5 and then diverges from canon there. I have 14 chapters (49 pages) written so far that I am in the process of editing, and I will be writing a lot more.

Pairings: Aleksander Morozova/Alina Starkov, bits of Ivan/Fedyor

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Grisha are oppressed in this universe, and I don’t shy away from showing the horrors of that. There may eventually be mentions of canon-typical torture (Fjerdan pyres), death of family members, and cruelty to Grisha children. It’s not the focus, but that backdrop is definitely there and comes up as characters discuss their past.

Chapter 1

It was already several hours past a reasonable time to be asleep, but Aleksander sat at his desk pouring over books on the Stag and amplifiers. He had read them all before; he even had some memorized, but he kept hoping that he would glean some hint he had missed before or understand a detail in a new light after recently reading something else. It was likely a futile effort, but he kept trying.

The night before, Alina had stumbled into his war room. He had been distraught over the likely loss of Nina. The rumors of West Ravkans helping the Druskelle capture her, of them turning on Grisha as their kin had before … they were enough to pull him back into the nightmares of the past. But then she had just been there, standing in his doorway. As embarrassed as he was that she had seen him lose control of his power and seen his eyes fill with tears, having her there was exactly what he’d needed. She had reminded him that he wasn’t alone anymore, that he didn’t have to fight to save Grisha with his power alone anymore. He had hers now. The strength of her light, her warmth when she grabbed his wrist was amazing. It had been enough to banish his shadows away. She was getting more powerful as she adjusted to using what she had always hidden. Together they were strong, but it still wasn’t enough. But if they found the Stag and he worked with her, together they would be powerful enough to protect Grisha. Not to mention what an amplifier that strong would do to her lifeline.

A soft knock at his door surprised him. He’d sent Ivan to bed hours ago. Perhaps an update on Nina? “Come,” he called.

“Alina,” he couldn’t help the smile that came over his face at seeing her standing in his doorway. “Come in.”

She looked more comfortable tonight entering his rooms. He liked that she seemed more at ease with him and his proximity. Gone were the days of her backing away in fear when he moved towards her. Tonight, though, she seemed different than even the night before, more confident somehow. Perhaps it was just that Genya had retouched her undereyes to get rid of the tiredness there, but that wouldn’t account for her more relaxed body language.

“Still having trouble sleeping?” he asked with concern. “I can get you some kvas,” he offered, rising to go get her some.

“No, thank you. I … I’m feeling much more relaxed tonight, actually.”

So he wasn’t imagining things. “To what do I owe this pleasure, then? Don’t get me wrong. I’m glad you’re here. But, two visits in two nights, careful, I might come to like this,” he teased.

She matched his smile but blushed a little. It looked good on her. “It sounds silly when I put words to it.”

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“I just wanted to check on you,” she admitted. “I talked to Genya, and she said she’d heard rumors that you often have trouble sleeping, weight of the world on your shoulders and all that. I hope you don’t mind that she shared that. She was just trying to put my mind at ease. But, last night you just seemed … Well, I worried you might need a little light tonight.” She glanced nervously over at him for his reaction.

All he could do was laugh. “You’re checking up on me?” It was unbelievable, unexpected, and adorable.

“Are you laughing at me?” she demanded.

He shook his head. “I’m laughing at me. Here I’m worried if I intimidate you, and you think I need tucked in for the night.”

“What? Is the great General Kirigan too important to have someone care how he’s feeling?”

“No,” he whispered, amazed at how she had this way of cutting right through to him. “Not at all. Quite the opposite.” It was just that no one ever cared to even notice, unless you counted when the others feared they would anger him.

“Please, join me,” he offered. He pulled a chair for her next to his at the desk.

She took it and glanced at the desk full of books. “You’re interested in the Stag, too!” she said with surprise.

“You know the lore of the Stag?” Of course he’d seen her sketches and read her letters, but he wasn’t sure how much she actually knew about the object of her dreams.

“Must you always be shocked when I know history? I am educated, you know. Perhaps not as a Grisha, but I am well-read.”

“Perhaps you’d like to help me, then,” he offered and gestured at the pile of books. “I’ve read them until the words swirl in my head, but maybe you have a different perspective. You might notice something different.”

Her eyes scanned the books and one of them caught her eyes. “This one,” she said, pulling a book of text written entirely in Old Ravkan.

He remembered Genya mentioning in one of her debriefs that Alina spoke Old Ravkan. It was a useful skill for the court, but their accents grated his nerves. Alina’s voice, though? He smiled at the thought of speaking Old Ravkan with her. “So, read it to me?”

He closed his eyes as he listened to her beautiful voice read to him in his native language. “This is different from my dreams,” she murmured as her fingers brushed a line.

“You dream of the Stag?” He hoped she would open up and tell him more.

She nodded. “I know it’s silly. Mal would tell me it’s just a fairytale, but …” she trailed off.

“It’s a sign, Alina,” he said with confidence. He reached out and took her hand. “I believe the Stag is real, and I believe it’s meant for you. People might think me a fool, too, but I can feel it. It’s meant for you. Your dreams just prove it. I want to find it for you, to amplify your powers. I know you’re scared to face the Fold, but with me and the Stag, you will be powerful enough. For the first time, Alina, I have hope.”

She was still frightened, unsure if she would be enough; he could see it in her eyes, but it was less so than before. “I did much better calling the light on my own today,” she shared.

“You did? Show me.”

She looked a little nervous, but there was more sureness in her as she stood and called a large ball of the light. “I know it’s not a lot yet, but I’m getting stronger.”

“I can tell. You’re doing great. Do you mind if I ask what changed? You do seem different tonight.”

She took a deep breath. “I think I just had to accept who I am, to stop hiding her. I’ve spent my entire life hiding. I had to accept I am Grisha, and I have a place in all this.”

He wanted to say ‘by my side’ but he worried it would be too much for her. He had probably said too much thanks to the kvas the night before, not to mention nearly kissing her. And, yet, look at how she had responded. Strong. Confident. It suited her. “Together we will have the strength to make sure Grisha never have to hide again.” He looked her in the eye. “I will not let us fail. Now, tell me about your dreams.”

#darklina #aleksander morovoza #alina x kirigan #alina x darkling #general kirigan

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funkymbtifiction · 4 years ago

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How an EP “Plans”

I thought I’d write something up to illustrate what it’s like being an EFP, since some of you aren’t aware of how the functional dynamics / overall behavior aspect of an individual type works. This is highly ENFP but also characteristic of an extroverted perceiving dominant.

I host “high teas” in my home at least four times a year for my intimate friends. Thing is, while I love hosting teas… there’s also a certain amount of anxiety involved in having a ‘settled plan.’ The notion of planning things extensively in advance causes me stress, because there are so many decisions to be made. There are choices between types of mini sandwiches, on what kind of quiche to serve, which scones will best suit the rest of the options, on finalizing the desert options (and making sure not everything is the same color or all has dairy in it). Those things are fun, but also something you have to plan to ‘test run’ in advance, which means scheduling them in ahead of time with enough room to spare so if you hate one option, you can try another.

Whenever I am in the process of doing this, my lower Te feels “pressed for time.” I get it done in advance, but feel anxiety about an encroaching deadline looming ahead of me with “so many things to do to get ready!” I make a loose menu and look for options at the store a couple of days before the event. If I see something that would work better, I buy it. I wait until the last minute to do housework, to prepare the food, and to decide how to set the table, because… it just… works at the last minute. I’m a perceiving dominant. Adaptability, changing my mind, and ‘flying by the seat of my pants’ is how I roll. But the idea of setting a firm commitment, a date, and having it loom toward me gives me angst. And yet, it makes all my SJ guests feel safe, and gives them something to look forward to. I provide the necessities as my inferior Si dictates – pretty table, pretty food and plenty of it.

When I went to a Regency tea hosted by an ISFJ, she had planned it all down to the smallest detail with a spreadsheet where she crossed things off. She had chosen appropriate music and flowers for the occasion. She had specific ideas about how it should look, taste, feel, and be. And she was pretty chill about it, except at the last minute, because that’s when things can go wrong and J types can get more anxious, whereas an EP just goes “eh, it’s fine, we can use this other tablecloth. I didn’t want to iron the white one anyway. :P”

I’ve seen this extend into how I handle my days, as well. I like to have a loose plan that I came up with myself (“I want to get these things done”) and then wing it as I prefer, prioritizing the “most important thing” (which is often my writing / editing). I can be flexible and adapt to unexpected circumstances, but I do like to feel some measure of control over my schedule. And it needs to be loose. I will power through things at an incredible speed to get them done and crossed off my list. My ISTJ mother forced me to make a commitment yesterday in painting two walls in my room that I had been procrastinating about for months, because she wanted to help and only had a few hours to spare. So I had to make a commitment if I wanted assistance. Most people would dither around and take the weekend to paint a room. I got it done in 8 hours, all my furniture put back, and went to sleep in a normal, put-together space that kept me and my cats happy (my sinuses, not so much). I just decide on a whim to do something and power through it in little time. It’s a tert-Te super-power, like the time I decided at the last minute to make a friend a friendship album and got it done in 2 days.

I can frustrate other people, because I’m noncommittal, especially if it involves a long-term engagement. Always in the back of my mind is, “What if I get bored doing this for months on end?” If I join a Bible Study or a book club, I want to know when it’s going to end (6 weeks?) so I know where the escape hatch is. I can be “meh” if someone asks me to do something at the last minute, because I haven’t had time to mentally prepare for it, but I’m quite flexible in adapting when things go wrong. I just shrug and adjust my approach, the same as I would if I wrote myself into a corner in a novel and had to change everything two chapters back to make it work. I decided last week that chapter ten in my book was “dull.” I had one character with nothing to do, and not much of a preclimax, so I rewrote it. The character now accompanies another character on an ‘adventure’ that ties into the plot, but it rendered all that characters’ scenes in the next two chapters obsolete. It doesn’t bother me, though, because I can easily rewrite those two chapters to accommodate his absence, without hurting the overall structure of the story – it will be better as a result.

This is the strength of high Ne. Making it up as you go along, with confidence it will work, because it always does. It may not turn out how I planned it in the first place, but that’s fine because the plan was never fixed. I get things done in short energy bursts, but working on something too long bores me. Deadlines serve as catalysts for the final energy push needed to get me to finish something.

Being who I am also makes work easier. I have a job where it’s mostly doing just a few things here and there for days on end, and then a big ‘push’ right before an editorial deadline to get everything done. I do in 2 days what used to take an ISJ a week, because I work fast, I can rearrange an entire magazine as needed at the last minute, and work well right up against the deadline.

Hope that sheds a little insight into what it’s like to be an EP type.

#mod post #enfp

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 4 years ago

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Fandom Thoughts

First thing I want to say is this post is just me speculating and expressing my thought on things. I’m sure many people will disagree with me or have a different interpretation and that’s ok. I could be totally way off base with everything I say but like I said this is just my interpretation of and my thoughts on things, also just want to say that I mean no disrespect to anyone or anyone’s fandom so yeah.

So we all know that B*ghead is the largest fandom and the most popular ship. There’s no lying about that. I think it became so popular out of a combination of things, I think Cole’s popularity from his time on the Disney channel did bring across a lot of fans. I mean I could be totally wrong about this but I do feel like alot of the B*ghead fans were originally Cole fans. I’ll be honest, I didn’t watch Riverdale when it first aired, it was about 6 episodes in when my sister told me it was a good show about a murder mystery and that I’d never guess who was on it? Cody from suite life. I myself originally started watching the show because I was curious about the fact that Cole was on it and then stuck around because I got invested in the mystery and because from that very first episode I was hooked by Barchie and saw so much potential with them. I do think another contributing factor to the B*ghead ship’s popularity was the fact that the actors themselves became a couple and so people weren’t just invested in the ship but in the actors’ relationship too. I also do think that the fandom was very ‘loud’ on social media and there was alot of engagement. All of that combined with the fact that they did have some cute scenes together I think was the perfect storm to creating a popular ship.

However V*rchie doesn’t actually seem that popular to me. In fact from what I can tell its a much smaller fandom and I would argue that after B*ghead the most popular ship out of the three is Barchie. Barchie has always won out in fan polls against v*rchie and I feel like I see more comments from the Barchie fandom than I do the V*rchie fandom. To me it has always been more of a B*ghead vs Barchie thing than a V*rchie vs Barchie thing. It always felt more like V*rchie got support because it kept Archie out of the way of B*ghead. In fact I see quite alot of support for Veggie and for Archosie and alot of people admit that they liked those parings over V*rchie. I myself loved Veggie together far more than V*rchie and I didn’t mind Archosie I thought they were cute, I didn’t like them as much as I did Veggie but I still thought they had some really nice moments together. I think after Betty, I liked Archie with Josie best.

But here’s another thing to bear in mind. Whilst Riverdale and its ships are popular online and get alot of chatter on social media and has its fandoms which are very vocal on social media, there is also the general audience. These are the people who just watch the show every week, they don’t talk about it on social media, they don’t look up interviews and obsess over every little crumb of info the writers put out trying to figure out what might happen in the next episode. They are the silent part of the audience, I suppose you could call them. And I would say that this part of the audience far outnumbers the part that are involved in the fandom side of the show. Of course its very difficult to really know what this side of the audience really thinks of the show because they aren’t out on social media telling people what they think. The best way is to know what they think is to look at the ratings and the netflix streams.

I mean I know that the ratings don’t really matter a whole lot when it comes to whether or not the network will renew a show and that streams mean more nowadays anyway. But in my opinion I do think the ratings can still give you an idea on how interested the audience is in the show. The way I see it is that if I am really excited by a show, I spend all week looking forward to the next episode and you can bet your ass that when that show’s next episode airs I am sitting down in front of that tv and watching it live if I can, because I don’t want to wait a second longer than I have to when I want to see it. With this season all the Barchies know that the most live viewed episodes of the season were 5x05 and 5x06, the two episodes that were promoted with Barchie. The lowest two episodes not just for this season but in the shows history were 5x08 and 5x09. These were the two episodes that had the V*rchie and B*ghead content.

I also discovered this website flixpatrol that tracks the top tens on Netflix in various countries each day of the week. You can also look up specific shows to see where in the top ten they come each day of the week and I think I found something interesting. Now obviously because its week by week I could only really get information for episode 9.

So what can this information tell us. Well episode 9 aired on the 24th and appeared on Netflix in alot of countries on the 25th. This chart shows where in the top 10 Riverdale fell this week, I’ve outlined those two dates in red. A dash indicates that it didn’t appear in the top ten that day. Now we can see that Riverdale most definitely does better on Netflix than it does in the live views and is consistently in the top ten in most countries. However, as I said, I did notice something. On the days it appears on Netflix we can see that in most countries it doesn’t appear in the top ten and in the countries it does it is very low on the list coming in at mostly, 8,9 or 10. To me this suggests, like with the live ratings, that people just aren’t rushing to watch it. Some of this can be explained by the fact that it airs on a week night and it does fall high on the list on the Saturday after it airs on Netflix which could suggest that people are waiting until the weekend to watch it. But again, maybe its just me, but when I really want to watch a show, when I am really excited by a show, I will stay up late or I will get up early to watch it. I mean when 5x05 and 5x06 aired I was up early on the Thursday morning refreshing my Netflix page over and over waiting for the episode to become available because I was that excited to watch the episode.

*Edit: I’ve learnt that I have read this chart completely wrong as there is a one day lag, so the ratings on the 26th show that people were tuning in on the 25th which is the day it becomes available on Netflix in those countries. So ignore everything I just said in the paragraph above. I am going to keep the chart in for those who are interested in those numbers though. But yeah apologies for that.*

To me this doesn’t really line up with the whole B*ghead is the most popular ship. I mean with B*ghead being the most popular ship then this last episode should be the most watched and I’ll admit I was a little surprised that it didn’t have more views. So why is that, we know B*ghead is popular so why aren’t we seeing it in the views. Well I think the answer is whilst they are popular, whilst it has a large fandom, its not popular or big enough to save the show by itself. And to be clear this is just my opinion which I’ve based on what I’ve seen people saying on social media and in YouTube reactions and reviews and from this data from the amount of people tuning into the show. But I think as much as many people like B*ghead, more people dislike/ are bored of V*rchie, are bored of the repetitive plotlines, are getting frustrated with the nonsensical plots. I think it has just gotten to the point where the things they don’t like about the show, or the things they’ve become bored with, far outweigh any appeal one ship might have. Basically I just get this overwhelming sense that people have lost any excitement they felt at this show. And this goes beyond any ships, whilst I do think alot of people tune in because of ships, there is more factoring into it than just that. I feel like all the excitement that came with the time jump and with seeing something new with Barchie and seeing something new with them being adults and dealing with adult themes, has worn off. It happened so fast too. I mean after episode 8 aired it was like a dementor had come along and sucked all the happiness out of the fandom. All of that energy that had existed before was just gone in the space of 45 mins.

But here’s my question. I did notice a little bit of that energy come back when the promo for ep 10 was released and it showed that shot of Jabitha together. Again I do think that alot of people like this idea of Jabitha together or at least are intrigued by it. Although I know there are quite a few B*ghead fans who think the romance is unnecessary. But again I think this interest in Jabitha is because it is something new and therefore it is something interesting. I’ve also seen some Veggie fans creeping out of the woodwork over the last few weeks. So what I am wondering is if the show decided to go the route of Barchie, Veggie, Jabitha, Choni and Kangs would that generate enough buzz and would all those smaller fandoms together be enough to revive the show a bit. Especially if they couple those ships with some interesting new storylines to go with them as well as keeping the interactions between characters varied. I mean I am not expecting the views to suddenly jump up massively back to what they used to be in like season 2 but I do wonder if it would be enough to breathe life back into the fandom again.

#barchie #jabitha #anti bughead #anti varchie #anti v*rchie #anti b*ghead #riverdale

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zalrb · 3 years ago

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tv rewatch: gg edition ep 17

i love how dan continuously roasts rufus.

there is actually pretty minimal chair in season 1.

vanessa and nate! they’re cute.

why would rolling stone interview bart and lily?

lol chuck’s hair is stupid.

nate has slept with serena and blair and blair has slept with chuck and nate.

lol i LOVE how dramatic they’re being about serena but she doesn’t look terrible, she just looks like she had a long night. there was kind of no need to bring chuck and nate.

oh that’s why they’re being interviewed. “it’s positively iconic.” how iconic can the photo be when it’s of a band that is called one of the best forgotten bands of the 90s.

lmao people can’t just GO UP to penthouse suites that lead directly into the penthouse, you have to be buzzed up.

“don’t you all hate each other” blair: yes nate: absolutely chuck: no

serena sobered up pretty quickly considering how she was supposed to be basically catatonic.

doritos!

“i remember last night, i didn’t do anything.” “then why would you say that to him?” oh blair, you kinda respect dan humphrey now even if you won’t admit it.

“dan puts me on a pedestal” but i mean does he though? i know i said this in the last review but i think it’s the other way around, serena puts dan on a pedestal, dan is just accustomed to the serena who is supposed to be trying hard and doing better.

so they did have sex in a limo “several times” but like several times in one night, several times over the course of how many days? the fact that you slept with serena while you were with blair only one time doesn’t make you better nate, especially since you spent the entire time after that pining for serena, brushing blair off, hoping serena came back for you, like bro.

“we don’t judge, we’re the non-judging breakfast club.” actually all of you do judge, you just do shit for each other anyway.

lol yes let’s casually talk about georgina and chuck losing their virginity in the sixth grade.

i know this is supposed to be traumatic for serena, but her starting and stopping the story, it’s just getting annoying. get to it.

and serena thinking she killed someone is stupid.

also them leaving is like, you can get rid of the drugs? you can say that he brought the drugs himself? especially since he did?

i like how everyone is like, serena just tell dan?

also that tape is not practically a snuff film? it’s a dude who wasn’t taking your ‘nos’ or cues and trying to coerce you into sex and you gave him coke so he’d stop? this is dumb. i can’t even do the whole serena was so fucked up about what happened that to her it felt like ... no this is just dumb.

“god what have i done??” NOTHING.

ok but like lily absolutely could’ve handled that better but blair being like what you saw isn’t the whole story, the whole story involves giving a dude coke and him ODing so lily saying that serena needs boundaries is accurate. the fact that serena came up against a setback and then backslid into drinking and staying out until 2 AM also means that she needs boundaries. maybe not boarding school but something.

“we’ve been hanging out not that i owe you any explanation” i mean, you kind of do, nate.

vanessa is such ... a FOIL

ruflyyyyyyy

xoxo zalrb

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argumentl · 4 years ago

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The Freedom of Expression - Ep 35 - If a giraffe wore a bow tie...?

K: Hi this is Dir en grey's Kaoru, with this week's episode of 'The Freedom of Expression'. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome. Joe san, whats going on with that mask?

J: This? It's good. It gets me in a supportive mood. If I wear this, if everyone wears these, who knows? Hanshin might move up? Miraculously from second place?

K: So if I wore one...

J: Yeah!

K: But because Im not wearning one..?

J: Its because you're not wearing one! Thats it!

T: Yeah.

Kami: No, no, its impossible.

J: Is it?

Kami: Yes, it is!

K: Yeah, I think its probably impossible.

Kami: Lets just get on with the show.

J: Ah, I see. Ok.

K: Ok, Joe...

K: Yes, today's news is this. If a giraffe wore a bow tie, would it wear it at the top or the bottom of the neck? There are many problems in the world that need discussing, but this may be a very important discussion to us. It was reported by the U.S. edition of the Huffington Post. The question was posted on Twitter on the 14th of September, 'If a giraffe wore a bow tie, would it wear it at the top or the bottom?', and lots of people have answered it. Well, we can't show you the images, but just to explain it simply, can I show my drawing?

K: Oh, already?

J: *showing his drawing* Well, Im not sure if it looks like a giraffe...

K: No, it does look like a giraffe.

J: Does it?

K: Yes.

J: Is it ok? Well, according to the Huff post article, a giraffe would wear a bow tie either here (*points to top of the neck*), or here (*points to bottom of neck*)

K: Either nearer to the face, or nearer to the body?

J: Yep. People have a lot of thoughts on the correct way a giraffe should wear a bow tie, and many people have been writing many reasons for their answers. For example, people who think it should be at the bottom say that if the giraffe tied the bow tie himself, his front legs would only reach up that far up. And as for the opinion of small kids, they say that humans wear bow ties at the top of their neck, so giraffes should too. Many different age groups have many different reasons for where the bow tie should go. Humans don't have a lot of choice because our necks are short, but its like, what do you think as for a giraffe with a long neck?

K: Hmm.

J: So we might as well each have a go at drawing a bow tie on a giraffe, and we'll give our reasons for where we put it.

T: Shall we have a go? Its pretty difficult.

K: Um, we only put a bow tie on it, right?

J: Yeh, only a bow tie.

K: Not with a shirt, or a suit or anything?

J: No

K: You put a bow tie with a shirt though usually, don't you?

J: Yeh, you do.

K: You don't often tie it straight onto your neck, do you?

J: You don't, right.

T: Yeah.

K: So, if you had a shirt...well, maybe im saying too much.

J: Yeah...

T: Lets just draw first.

J: Yeah, lets do the drawing first. You can use your ideas in your drawing...Hm, where to put it...

T: Its quite difficult.

J: Haha, Tasai's giraffe is kinda impressive anyway.

K: Its a Tokyo Sports-style giraffe, right?

J: Haha, yeah.

K: Its quite mysterious.

J: Haha, it is. ???*1 Even this shows our differences. I think mine's ok compared to Tasai's, haha....But where should it go...?

T: Its difficult, isn't it?

J: Kami isn't here so he can't draw one, but Kami, draw one in your mind. We'll ask you too.

Kami: Ok.

K: Is Kami artistic, I wonder?

J: Can you draw, Kami?

Kami: No, I can't draw at all. Its shocking.

J, K, T: Ahh.

J: Ok, shall we start with Tasai?

K: Shoudn't I go first?

J: I thought we could end with you?

K: Really? Im not gonna win to him, haha *points to Tasai*

J: If its winning or losing based on first impressions, ???*2

K: Ok, I chose bottom.

J: Oh, the bottom?

T: You're in the 'bottom of the neck' club? Why? What are your feelings?

K: If its too near the face, the balance will be off.

T: Ah, I see.

J: It looks stylish. Does it make the neck look long?

K: No, well, its long anyway, haha.

J: Ah, it doesn't make it look long, it just is long.

K: Well, I mean, it could also wear it half way up.

J: Ah, I see.

K: I just thought its probably best not to have it too near the face.

J: Ah, I see. Well, as for me, the bow tie looks terrible, but..

T: Is that a bow tie? It looks more like a stick! It looks like its wearing a dumbell on its neck!

J: It does look like a dumbell, but my idea was to put it at the top.

K: Is that a collar? haha

J: It ended up looking kinda like a collar. I have the image of it being closer to the top. If its at the bottom, its close to the body, but I feel like a tie should be on the throat. Where is the throat on a giraffe??

T: Yeh..

K: Hmm, yeh. Im not sure.

J: I don't know either, but I put the bow tie at the top.

T: I see.

J: Ok, Tasai..

T: Well...(*holds up his drawing*) I put a very big bow tie on the neck.

J, K: Haha.

T: At the top of the neck.

J: Ah, at the top?

K: Where is that animal from? haha

Kami: Its pretty good.

J: Look at the eyes!

K: Haha

Kami: You're good at drawing.

T: Can you see it Kami?

Kami: Yep, I can, I can.

K: The artistry...

J: Should we make this into a tshirt?

T: Hahaha.

K: This would be pretty good on a tshirt.

J: It would, right?! You know that alien thing by the artist Daniel Johnston? Its like that.

T: Really, wow! That kind of highly acclaimed work?

J: It could go on a tote bag!

T, J: Hahaha

Kami: Isn't the neck on this giraffe a bit short though?

T: Well, its because the bow tie is so big, the neck looks short.

K: No, its the face that makes the neck look short.

Kami: The face is too big..

T: There's a reason for the bow tie. If you put a big one here, it really stands out. It just screams, 'Lets have a party on the savannah!'

J: Ah, I see. Its for a party?

T: Yeh, this big one is for parties, and when he's trying to seduce a woman, he has this more subdued one at the bottom..

K: This depends a lot on the circumstances!

T: And a woman will see this small bow tie, and think, 'Ah, he's so stylish'.

J, K: Hahaha

T: So this small one is to attract the ladies.

J: I see.

T: The big one has more personality.

J: Like, 'Its me!'

T: Yeah, like 'Im here! Number 1 in the savannah!'

J: And the little one is for the women?

T: Yeah, at night he'll take off the big one, and just wear the small one...and while they're having drinks, she'll think, 'Oh, how stylish'.

J: I think Tasai's picture has a big impact, right?

K: Yeah, its good.

J: I feel like this is the first time I've seen a drawing of yours, Tasai. Even after doing this show for so long...

T: Yeah..it shows my personality.

J: Ahh, its great.

K: So, it seems like wearing it at the top is common.

J: At the moment, yeh. What about Kami?

Kami: I think bottom.

J: Ohh, bottom? Same as Kaoru.

Kami: It seems like it would get in the way if it was at the top.

T: Ahh, yeh. In a practical sense.

Kami: It wouldn't be nice getting his neck caught on something. If it was a regular tie, it would strangle him, wouldn't it?

T: Yeh, thats right.

J: Well, yeh.

Kami: So I think bottom is better.

T: Well, a bow tie is pointless to start with, so I thought, like ultra flashy.

Kami: Its because a giraffe's neck is long, as to why people are worrying about this, right?

J: Yeah.

Kami: So if it were an elephant, for example..It would be, 'Where would you put a nose piercing?'

T: Where would it go? Wouldn't it just be at the hole?

K: Well, it would have to be if it was a ring type. It would get really clogged up if it was further up *3

J: Haha, agh it would! So, how about this? Could people write comments on youtube?

T: Oh, like 'My idea is.....'. But isn't this better? (*Points to his own paper*) Its loud.

K: It looks kinda childish to me. At the bottom looks more mature.

J, T: Ah, yeh.

Kami: It would get dirty when he eats.

T: Haha

Kami: If he spilled his food....at the top.

J: Well, yeh.

K: Well it would get dirty at both ends in that case, haha.

T: You're right, it does look childish at the top.

J: Well, it is a hot topic on twitter.

T: I wonder if any conclusion has been made about this? Im interested.

J: Yeah. Well, I read a while ago about this 'missing link'. So, a giraffe's neck is long, right? And they havn't discovered any animal that had just a medium length neck, have they?

K, T: Ahh

J: So according to the theory of evolution, the neck should have become longer over time, bit by bit. But a missing link animal with just a medium length neck hasn't been discovered. So one explanation is the neck became long all of a sudden.

T: Ehh?

J: Normally, it should get longer bit by bit, right? By trying to reach food higher up. If the food lower down is all gone, and there is a lot of competition, the neck should have grown longer to reach food higher up. But that would mean reaching higher places little by little. So there should be some animal with a partially grown neck according to evolution, but it doesnt seem like there is. So some people are saying it might have changed all of a sudden.

Kami: There are things like that for elephants and stuff, aren't there? With partially grown trunks.

J: Well, there probably isn't, right? I don't think there are any elephant fossils like that.

K: But there was so many different types of animals alive in the past, right?

J: Yeah

K: Unrecognizable ones, looking like they came out of manga.

J: Yeh yeh yeh. So, from those we have left the ones that were able to adapt to their environment. And its said that giraffes developed their long neck trying to eat food from the top of trees, due to competition with other animals.

T: It looks that way, but after what you just said, im not sure now.

J: Its interesting. Like, we don't know if it was a sudden change caused by a virus. Like now we have coronavirus. Did a new creature emerge from that kind of situation?

T: Joe, you know a lot.

J: No no no.

Kami: I have the feeling it was made by a god.

K: But not this one, right?

Kami: No, I can't make anything. Nothing at all, at best I can talk. My talk isn't worth anything recently either.

J: But god is said to be the creator, right?

Kami: Yeh, thats a more serious god.

J: Don't you have anything?

Kami: No, nothing.

T: I feel kinda sorry for Kami.

K: Yeah, me too. Born with the title 'Kami/god', and he can't do anything..

Kami: I have no abilities at all.

K: Ok, well, lets end here this week. Please subscribe. Thank you very much.

Kami: Please dooo.

J, T: Hahaha

*1, 2 Couldn't catch.

*3 Not entirely sure here.

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #kaoru #薫 #Samotherium major #no missing link

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Legion Rewatch Notes,

Chapter 6:

Balance

Farouk later says he made all this to keep David comfortable. But then why go through the effort of having therapy sessions with anyone else? Is he just delighting in the gaslighting?

Small thing, Ptonomy’s not technically a psychic in the same way David/Farouk/Oliver are, but he does have well practiced mental abilities. I wonder if it takes more work to trick him than the others. Same for Walter I guess.

“I like to think i’m a time traveller. I can go back and back, but all I can do is... watch.” Sad and also relevant for future episodes. Thinking about it, this a pretty character defining statement for Ptonomy. Perfect recollection of all the horrible things he’s seen in the past, but never able to change anything.

Also, Farouk sat there and listened to Ptonomy’s entire story patiently and quietly. To what end?

Do Cary and Kerry still think of themselves as siblings in this simulation? Or are they just codependent friends?

So Walters problem is fragile masculinity?

Why is Syd able to see through Farouks delusion? Why doesn’t Farouk do anything about it?

I theorized once that Syd could see through it cause she knows what it’s like to be in the white room, but Ptonomy and Melanie have been in the astral plane too. And Ptonomy prides himself on knowing when he’s in reality. Could it be that Syd just has a really strong sense of self? Because of her power I mean. “Everywhere I go, I’m me.” It’s also possible Syd holds no insecurities about whether she’s psychotic or not. So when reality suddenly changes, she doesn’t just brush it off.

Is Farouk over inflating parts of Amy’s real personality, or is this just a completely inserted personality with no tangible connection to the real Amy?

This isn’t how David sees Amy, but maybe it’s how Farouk sees her, for holding David back?

Ptonomy takes Lenny’s place here. By Farouk’s design, or is it just to show similarities between their personalities? Ptonomy can be a bit cruel towards people with trauma and grief.

David no longer loves dogs.

“Paul” and not “Ptonomy”. I think it’s just a nickname, and I *think* they use it later too.

“I just feel so in control here. Like- my expectations... I’m not trying to bite off more than I can chew...” David feels most comfortable with low expectations and small and manageable goals. This feels really relevant for later.

I think Lenny here realizes she’s made David too comfortable. He’s never gonna want to leave and become a God if this keeps up. Also, his attachment to Syd keeps him from becoming what Farouk wants him to be.

On that attachment, this is maybe the most at peace we’ve ever seen and will ever see David be in the show. And he cites his relationship with Syd as the reason.

(Small note) I don’t think it’d be fair to say that David moving forward, or even David before this, not prioritizing their relationship all the time is a mistake on his part. Even though the show sorta paints it to be one, most of the time when he’s pulled away it was either to save someone in mortal danger, or to stop a global threat. David’s constantly dealing with the classic superhero dilemma, but the others don’t seem to see what they’re putting him through. Or in some cases they do and think he should just get over it. Curse of his powers I guess.

“People always talk about the depression. But it’s the other side, that... invulnerable feeling. Tha- it’s.... dangerous.” The more David gives into the thought that he is a powerful mutant who can’t be damaged by anything, the more dangerous he becomes. This one’s hard to reconcile cause it means even if he wanted to use his powers for good he couldn’t because it’s treated as a slippery-slope to him becoming a villain. Dammit, Hawley...

Farouk clearly knows what makes David happy, but continues to try pushing him into the “I am God” thing despite this. Perhaps this is what he regrets in s3? He could’ve given David exactly what he needed, but like many parents, he wanted his kid to be a miniature version of him. He thought that was what was best for him. Later he’ll realize it wasn’t.

Melanie’s airplaning her food to no one. Is she just pretending or does she actually see Oliver there? Probably the former.

Cary and Kerry’s in-syncness isn’t always all that relevant to the greater plot, but it’s always fun to see.

Farouk’s probably still trying to build up David’s subconscious hatred of Amy.

David’s real upset about the pie. This note’s not necessarily important, I just feel bad for him 🥺.

Also, Syd tried to use this as an opportunity to get out of eating cherries. Valiant effort.

Those bugs are in the white room too. Is Farouk even leaving those on purpose? Or is it more like a mental infection?

The bugs are gone when Syd and the others are looking at it, but they reappear after she sits back down.

Farouk probably hasn’t gotten to flex his powers *this strongly* in 30 years. Hence the “Feeling good” dance sequence.

The same weird thing behind the glass that was in David’s room in Chap 1 is in Syd’s room this ep.

Syd’s also having nightmares about the real world here, just like she will in s3.

I reiterate, how can Syd tell?

MAYBE, the reason Syd could tell is she’s actually been in the real Clockworks before. The rest haven’t. Well, David has, but I don’t think he *wants* to question things right now. Being with Syd in Clockworks was a real happy time for him. Syd describes it like a feeling of deja vu. It’s all reruns to her, but... slightly edited reruns. A constant feeling of “that’s not how this went.” (Small note) It should be considered that David actively resist believing in anything supernatural because of his previous diagnosis. Ans his current one too, probably.

David feels the outside world is too complicated for him. “Too loud.” “I need the routine, the grounding. I’m good.” Interestingly, Dr. Busker’s the one who tells him the outside side worlds not cut out for everybody. Seems counterintuitive to her/Farouk’s goals.

David’s completely comfortable with growing old and dying in a mental hospital. This wasn’t the case at the start of Chap 1. I think the only thing that changed was Syd came into his life.

“I can’t stay here.”

“Not even for me?”

David’s relationship with Syd makes him feel happy and safe and comfortable, but Syd can’t stagnate. She assumedly has dreams outside of David or anything going on with Summerland. *Assumedly* since we’re not necessarily shown what those might be. (There is that alternate timeline where we see her in the back of a limi driving past homeless David)

This is all to say, their lives right now are too busy for them to sit down and talk about it, but there are hints that their long-term relationship goals are incompatible with each other.

It’s not brought up a lot but Kerry has a lot of chemical and prescription terms memorized. Probably from paying attention during Cary’s career, but still, it does make me wonder how she knows so little about other aspects of life in s2.

According to www.uofmhealth.org “Clozapine is an antipsychotic medicine that is used to treat schizophrenia after other treatments have failed.”

(Small aside for drug talk) [According to www.rxlist.com “Effexor (venlafaxine) is an antidepressant used for treatment of major depression.”

Those are the 2 drugs Cary and Kerry say Syd might be on. Said in response to Syd talking about the strange dreams she’s been having.

One of the listed side effects of Effexor is “strange dreams.”

Clozapine has a lot of things listed but I don’t see anything about effecting dreams. I do see drowsiness and muscle problems listed though, and Syd looks like she trips a bit before starting to talk about her dream.]

I didn’t realize on previous watches that Cary and Kerry both had Oliver related dreams. Cary saw the ice cube, and Kerry saw “20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.” Probably in reference to the diving suit.

Melanie in Mental Clockworks acts very similar to Melanie throughout s2. I’d go as far to say they’re the same. Perhaps Farouk is just overemphasizing already present parts of their personalities. When driven to this point Melanie’s willing to do or believe anything that will bring Oliver back. In s2 this mindset will be intentionally orchestrated by Farouk, then subsequently exploited for the cave conversation.

Is Walter interested in Kerry because he subconsciously recognizes her as the girl he shot before?

When Cary’s first brought into the astral plane he’s in the middle of a forest. Could this symbolize the forest around David’s old house? David also had to make a journey before getting to where Oliver was located. Though I can’t remember what he was surrounded by when he came in.

If Syd’s not in there because she doesn’t want to be touched, then why did David still do the pillow divider thing when they were in bed together?

Syd was stored in David’s memories of his childhood bedroom.

Ptonomy’s powers give off a very “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” vibe. I think this is also the last time we see him in mental clockworks.

Walter definitely goes for power above all else.

Syd got locked behind that door she was so curious about.

Amy says some real targeted stuff here. She plays directly into David’s insecurities. If what she says is supposed to represent David’s deepest fears, than it would seem being unloved or underserving of love is the worst thing in the world to him. “You’re unwanted.” It feels doubly sad cause Amy visiting him in the hospital was probably what kept him going all those years without Syd. Lenny was nice but she... was also being treated.

Melanie prays.

Is it the actual Oliver that appears to Melanie at first? Whoever they are, they leave immediately after instructing her to somehow save David and Syd. It could be possible that Oliver did that to get a head start on it while he brought Cary up to speed.

Whenever someone questions his and Syd’s relationship, David’s only response is a defensive “We’re in love.”

Farouk’s sick of trying to indirectly manipulate David to his will and just starts outright venting about how he doesn’t get “love.”

This is also the first person-to-person philosophical discussion between David and Farouk.

Farouk also doesn’t get being “happy” and “fulfilled.” How sad.

Lenny says “Daaaviiiiiiiid” in the same way that Clark does.

Farouk calls himself a fungus here. If he’s using the previous metaphor, he means to say he’s feeding off David’s power and is eventually gonna burst out of his head, killing him in the process. (Added a few seconds after) I forgot he literally shows David that that’s what he means, lol.

Farouk’s downplaying his emotional connection to David here, claiming to only want to team with him for boosted power. But he does also say “I’m trying to help you.” I think this whole scene might be Farouk’s way of saying “Either you finally hatch and become a God, or I leave you behind to die. There are no other options.”

Again, Farouk knows what makes David happy and can’t accept that cause it’s not what he wants out of David. He’ll regret this later.

“Oh, you pretty things! Don’t you know you’re driving your mama’s and papa’s insane? Let me make it plain, gotta make way for the homo superior!” “Homo superior” in Marvel comics is another name for mutants. And David being the most powerful mutant in show would mean he’s the most “superior” of the homo superiors. Farouk locks his mind away for not realizing that. I guess he’s the “papa” in this scenario.

The lyrics to “Oh! You pretty things”in general is relevant to what’s going on at this point in the story.

Another line in particular sticks out, “Look out at your children. See their faces in golden rays. Don’t kid yourself, they belong to you. They’re the start of a coming race.” Farouk tries to essentially disown David at the end of this episode, but the song says “don’t kid yourself.” Farouk will eventually come to think of David as his son. A son that he knows he failed. Not yet though.

#legion fx

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