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kithtaehyung · 2 years ago

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RYEN u really wanted to break my heart huh,, u wanted me to feel soul crushing sadness from this interlude didn't u. it's a double edged sword getting into yoongi's head bc i know i def wanted to see what he was thinking and how he feels about/around reader and what went down at basketball but poor baby :(

it's so upsetting that he thinks so poorly of himself and that he feels like he isn't enough ,, he puts so much thought into how reader must have been treated badly in the past and recognizes when she starts feeling off because of it but then turns it on himself saying he should do better :( like BABE ?? who hurt him in the past i'm so ready to fight for him he's doing his absolute best like GOD when he's thinking about his GUITAR. no. i'm stopping that right here. it doesn't exist in my brain i just erased it i can't take it. someone give him head scratches rn lay him down and treat him gently for a minute he's so. GOD RYEN i'm actually going to cry thinking about it i'm moving on LMAO

i'm really excited to go back and reread this side by side with all the other pars because getting to see both perspectives and compare how reader and yoongi were feeling/thinkng,,, they're so similar fr. i wish they could see that they're both MORE than good enough for each other and that they're both feeling the same way </3 me telepathically communicating that to them rn it'll get through eventually don't worry i got this !!

but seriously, from what i can remember from my (v recent hehe) reread,, everything ties in so well and adding that extra Flavor and Depth to the scenes UGH i love it here, seriously. i don't think i've ever felt such a strong emotional connection to a published book, let alone a fanfic?? and i'm a bitch who ANNOTATES books, ryen. highlighters, sticky tabs, notes in margins. there's just something about your writing and the way you weave everything together and build on top of the past things you've written that hits just right. it all feels so relatable and real it's DELICIOUS.

i loved seeing the friendship between jimin and yoongi !! i wish yoongi would LISTEN TO HIM tho fr,, reader is so into you AND YOU'RE SO HAPPY WITH HER LIKE ?? i get that bro (did i officially announce myself as team namjoon is bro bc yes) finding out is something that he's worried about, and i get that fr. bro has been there to watch all of yoongi's mistakes, it makes sense that bro would be concerned and maybe even upset, especially about them keeping it a secret for so long but like,, bro even dom admitted that yoongi was different with her. i rlly think he would come around after he saw them together bc god they just,, they both are just so good to each other and they care so much for each other </3 heart hurty

anyways here take the lines that i would highlight tf out of if this was anywhere that i could do that lol

"Just this once. Let him be the only one that worries." OUCHIES

“I did what I thought you would do.” yes yoongi would in fact go to the ends of the earth to make sure she was safe thank you for pointing that out and hurting me jimin .

“What are you gonna do once you stop?” um hahaha who said there had to be an end ahahahahahaha nooooo ahaha stop jimin ahaha dw i'll distract bro for the rest of forever he will simply not find out !!!

"What the fuck are you doing to him? If you came up to him right now? He’d give you anything you wanted. All you’d have to do is say it." i am punching a wall right now btw :-) "Once a space that saw many destructive arguments and silent, unfinished meals, your appearance started giving it new life. New energy. Energy that he can physically feel as he passes it on the way to his room." i can't take this one actually "Lips at your temple, he vows, “That won’t happen again, love.” okay so this was a personal attack and i can't accept this i want to get you back for this so bad i am crying i can't take this this is kind of like embarrassingly long and if i tell u i've reread this 2.5 times already you WILL pretend it's been longer than a day. ig i could copy paste this into the feedback form but <3 it's already here so i will apologize for the wall of text . i did indeed get carried away but such is life -loona anon (should have a character limit fr)

LOONA ISTG THIS REVIEW IS DAMN DELICIOUS. apologies for not getting to it sooner! i needed the right amount of energy to respond bc holy hell you typed so much and i appreciate it sm :')) did i wanna break hearts? yes and no. i didn't wanna write yoongi's inner thoughts like that, but that's what they were. so i didn't wanna disrespect his character by writing it lightly. rest under the cut bc i have an essay lol

you're right. it's completely upsetting to know this is how he thinks of himself. whatever happened before seemed to really stick with him, to the point where he doesn't even give himself credit for anything good - only the bad (like being the reason the threat was made, etc.) when he's thinking about the guitar? i wanted to cry and i did tear up a lot. so. yeah. i understand if you cry while thinking about that bc i know i did. especially considering the song he played for reader in dalo.

OOOH yes!! they were actually meant to be read side by side if you have the time/resources to try it. i had to make sure they lined up well, despite their thought flows being different. i hope your telepathy works! the flavor worked? i'm glad.

oh my gosh.. a strong emotional connection to something i've created? that is one of the highest compliments i could ever receive, truly. maybe it can be printed someday so you can annotate it and keep it forever! i would love to hear commentary like that. i'm glad it's all woven together in a coherent way. i'm having so much fun and i hope you continue to enjoy the rest!

JIMIN AND YOONGI MY BOYSSSSSS UGH. i love them so fcking much it is absurd. (putting you on team joonie!) i know we all see that reader and yoongi have huge chemistry and care between each other, and the people that are around them enough can see it. but the thing with bro is that he's not actively looking for that. all he sees is his best friend and his sister, and they've had banter between each other ever since the old days. coupled with the fact that he's been gone and is thinking about so many other things. i just think it would be one of the last things on his mind, whereas people like dom and jimin can see the slipping bc yoongi and reader act different without bro around.

now for your annotation worthy lines:

"Just this once. Let him be the only one that worries." YEAH THIS ONE BROKE ME.

“I did what I thought you would do.” oh god... yeah. you picked the hard hitters, didn't you.

“What are you gonna do once you stop?” REALITY IS A BIIIIICH

"What the fuck are you doing to him? If you came up to him right now? He’d give you anything you wanted. All you’d have to do is say it." i am punching a wall right now btw :-)

"Once a space that saw many destructive arguments and silent, unfinished meals, your appearance started giving it new life. New energy. Energy that he can physically feel as he passes it on the way to his room." you know what they say about unfinished meals in literature...

"Lips at your temple, he vows, “That won’t happen again, love.” HE SAID IT AGAIN. HE DID. THE SECOND TIME AND ITS WHEN READER IS ASLEEP dklfjdkvj

thank you so much for all of this, love. i thoroughly enjoyed it all and read it a shameful amount of times before finally putting this hopefully coherent response together. seriously, thank you!

#an essay AGAINNN #wow #loona anon #aka hyunjin's gf<33 #lovely people #3tanDS #asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#long post

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dadsbongos · 4 years ago

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Reges Sumus

Movie/Game/Show: Danganronpa (which game/anime? who tf knows) Dynamic: Izuru Kamukura/Reader (heavily mentioned Hajime Hinata/Reader) Warnings: despair arc tings, i tried to put more into izuru’s character so i’m sorry if he comes out ooc :( Summary: Izuru knows he’s miserable, but he can never find himself pulling away. ~~~

“The world has fallen into despair. A despair so deep the entirety of humanity has cascaded into bloodlust. Anger. Fear. Hatred. Those outside our walls feel it all. Those outside our walls are jealous of us. Of our hope. Of our unity. Of our home. We cannot let them take us. We cannot let them take anything that is rightfully ours. Protect this place with your lives, for if you fall - so does our hope. So do I. So go out and fight, fight with all you have, fight with all you are. For your spouses, for your parents, for your children - for me. As long as you do so, we can save this world. We will save this world using my Ultimate as a weapon.”

“Praise be, oh Dominus.”

“Praise be, Reges Sumus.”

(Y/n) outstretched her arms to the crowd, “Now go, my children, my loves, save this world!”

In near perfect synchronist, the people pulled down their masks and turned to the large front door of the ransacked mansion, picking up their guns, bats, and knives as they left. Just in case, of course, it wasn’t their fault if someone wasn’t willing to give their rations to the leader. Same as it wasn’t their fault if their bat slipped over someone’s head, hard enough to crack open the skull like a nut, or if their fingers slipped over the trigger long enough to kill a small family over a can of beans. It wasn’t their fault. It was despair’s. It was Junko Enoshima’s.

“Dominus, aye?”

Looking to the source of the voice, (Y/n) gave the boy a close-eyed smile, she turned completely and waved off the guards that escorted the pair, “Fuyuhiko, Peko, my dears!” she let her hands fall on the blond’s cheeks, pressing a holy kiss to his forehead, leaving a lipstick stain in her wake before moving onto Peko and doing the same, “It’s lovely to have you visit.”

They both knew better than to wipe off the lipstick stains on their skin, anything even close to slander aimed at (Y/n) could be met with merciless death at her follower’s vengeful hands.

Fuyuhiko looked about the lavish room, decorated with stolen jewels and furniture, before nodding, “Not fuckin’ shabby.”

“Thank you,” (Y/n) clasped her hands together, bringing them to her chest in delight, “As much as I adore having you here, I must ask why drop by so suddenly?”

Peko piped up, “We got chased out of a hideout. Kazuichi thought it’d be funny to send us some Monokumas.”

“Oh, my! That’s not good at all,” the girl shook her head before turning and beginning to walk up a set of stairs, “Come.”

Following close after, Fuyuhiko watched as his fellow Despair trailed her fingertips gently over the paintings of herself hung in the hall. (L/n), (Y/n), Ultimate Charisma, had truly built herself a cult of lies. The belief that somehow her followers could rebuild the world and rid it of despair, somehow she could save the world with the power of her ultimate status.

She had no intention of doing so, but it gave the people something to believe in and fight for - and that was good enough.

“Here we are,” (Y/n) opened a bedroom door, a queen-sized mattress laying on the floor with no bed frame, “It’s the best I can do at the moment, my dearest apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Fuyuhiko brushed off - he knew better than to complain.

Peko nodded, “This is enough.”

“I’m glad,” she gestured the pair inside, taking each of their hands and pressing a kiss to their knuckles, “Anything for my comrades.”

As she left, she shut the door. What despair would become of the poor soul whose room that was, a shiver went down (Y/n)’s spine at the mere thought.

Minor, of course, but only in the moment. It was one of many things that would slowly build up into a cacophony - and she was reveling in it.

Entering her own room, (Y/n) jumped slightly at the dark silhouette standing by her king-sized mattress, completed with the fanciest bed frame she could steal, before recognizing the long, flowing hair. She smiled at the boy, hands already reaching out for him, “Oh, Izuru, my darling,” she took his cheeks, lovingly brushing her thumbs over the bones and bringing his forehead to her lips in a staining kiss, “Did you get in with Fuyuhiko and Peko?”

He made no gesture of nodding but the agreement was there, or perhaps he simply ignored her question and she was projecting upon a blank canvas, “I’ll admit, I wasn’t expecting you to start a cult, but won’t they tear you apart when they realize what you’ve done?”

The lies she’s told. The things she’s stolen. The people she’s killed. The sins living in her veins thrived on every weeping babe and execution splattering across these walls of hers.

“Isn’t that the point? The despair. Having everything I’ve worked for crumble when the worms revolt,” she answered, sitting upon her bed and patting the space beside her for Izuru, “Sit, my dear, I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“It hasn’t been that long,” he corrected.

“No, but I missed your face,” she leaned over, not particularly caring of any personal boundaries he may have, and brushed back his hair, slicking it away from his face and tying it back, “Well, it’s not truly your face, is it?”

Izuru didn’t respond, simply watching as the woman took a finger down the bridge of his nose.

“It’s Hajime Hinata’s,” her smile faded for the first time in a long time, a soft frown taking its place, “We were close, you know?”

“So I’ve heard,” Izuru grabbed (Y/n)’s wrist as her fingertip brushed his cupid’s bow, “I have no memory of that, you know.”

“I do.”

“So don’t force me to.”

“I’m not,” denying his claim, (Y/n) knew he didn’t believe her - though to be fair, she didn’t believe herself either, “I just like the despair of being so close, yet so far, from my beloved Hajime.”

Silence festered within the room once again.

A smile slowly teased back onto (Y/n)’s face, “You must be tired, but there’s something I simply have to show you.”

He knew where she was going with this, an attempt at recruitment as usual, but something deep, deep, deep down told him to go along with it. Perhaps it was a rare pity.

Perhaps it was the part of him enamored with the one called Dominus.

Perhaps it was the part of him that mourned the Ultimate Gamer.

Perhaps it was both.

Perhaps it was him.

Any which way, he stood and followed after the woman, the red of the sky drenching the walls through cracked, dusty windows as they traversed down the hallway.

Passing Fuyuhiko and Peko’s room, passing the guard’s posts, passing the main room - (Y/n) led Izuru to a room at the very end of the grand corridor. Cardboard had been hastily tacked onto the wood with messy, uneven letters spelling out ‘nursery’ in bold. She pushed the door open easily enough, despite the clear indication it should’ve been locked, and gestured the long-haired man through.

It was dark save for the faint light emanating from a baby monitor hooked onto a stained crib in the corner with ‘K.S’ etched into the corner. From what Izuru could see, there were about four cribs in the room and all of them filled with a sleeping baby.

“I feel no sympathy for babies in despair.”

“I never wanted kids,” (Y/n) brushed past the man and his words, her voice quiet to avoid waking the children, “I always thought they were snotty, whiny, loud, annoying little money-suckers who took and took and took until they were of age to take care of themselves and then they leave you forever…” she ran a finger over the sticky wood, “and I still do. But Hajime,” she hesitantly took a glance at Izuru, knowing she’d never find what she wanted in his gaze, “Hajime liked kids. He wasn’t sure he wanted any but I think he might’ve.”

Izuru watched the woman slowly revert back to his side to watch the babies as they slept, “So?”

“Do you want kids, Izuru?”

“I’m a war criminal.”

“War criminals can want kids, can’t they?” she huffed at his difficulty, previously cheery attitude slipping into her real feelings, “Someone being unfit to be a parent doesn’t stop them. I don’t know of any restrictions preventing someone from having a child, do you?” when he didn’t respond, she continued, “Hajime’s parents were unfit and still, they had him. I’m glad he was born but I wish it was to better people.”

“He didn’t seem to resent them. From what little I can feel of him.”

“He doesn’t seem to resent a lot of people he should. But it’s his life, who am I to interject?” she sarcastically mumbled, patience for Izuru Kamukura growing thinner, “I told him the procedure was an awful idea and look who’s standing next to me…”

“You seem to hate me and yet you strangely desire me at your side.”

“I told you already, it’s the despair.”

“I’m not stupid, (Y/n), I can see through you.”

Her shoulders tensed.

“Your request is impossible and you know that.”

She just wants her boyfriend back, is that really so much to ask for?

“My request is…” she paused, pursing her lips and furrowing her brows, “My request is…”

“I’ll be taking a room for the night,” he coldly informed.

“Stay with me,” (Y/n) took Izuru by his sleeve, fingers grasping at the clothes she’d never seen on her lover before - and she still hasn’t, technically. Because it wasn’t him, no matter how much she wished for him to magically wake up and be Hajime again - deep down, she knew better.

Izuru looked at the woman, her eyes slowly wetting and bottom lip quivering. She didn’t want him. She may have thought he was attractive, but that was only because he had stolen a man’s face.

She’d never want him.

It… stung. To know a woman so enamored with a lesser version of yourself, or who you had taken over, wasn’t similarly enamored with you. And she never could be. He didn’t like feeling so hurt over her rejection. He didn’t like knowing why it hurt.

Because he always wanted her.

He shook off her hand before wordlessly leaving the room and beginning his trek towards their shared abode for the night.

He wasn’t Hajime Hinata, he was Izuru Kamukura and he knew that no matter how much he wanted the sting to die, he would still be Izuru Kamukura when he woke up in (Y/n)’s arms the next morning.

It was Junko’s curse.

It was despair.

#sdr2 x reader #hajime hinata x reader #izuru kamakura x reader #izuru x reader #kamukura x reader

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jinkicake · 5 years ago

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Freaky On Camera

Osamu, Oikawa, Sakusa reacting to their s/o sending them the lyrics to Doja Cat’s ‘Cyber Sex’ (like the tiktok challenge).

Miya Osamu x Reader

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader

I hope this is fine Anon~ This is my first time writing Sakusa so I hope it isn’t too ooc,,,, I really like him LOL. Also, I don’t support Miss Doja or condone any of her actions because that bitch never really apologized for the shit she pulled. However, her music does slap.

WC- 1,485

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Miya Osamu

I wanna get freaky on camera

‘Samu would know what tiktok is but I don’t know if he would be on it,,,,,

He would be familiar with it because of Atsumu, you can’t tell me that mf does not make thirst trap tiktoks that gain hundreds of thousands of likes

So Osamu would know the gist of the app but he probably has zero clue of what happens on it

He’d take your snaps so seriously like this mf would actually think you’re going to sext him LMFAOO

Please, he would be so pissed when he finds out they are lyrics and not your actual thoughts

His reaction would be so funny, it would be dirty talk like ‘how badly do you want it?’

And then you’d post it on tiktok and it would go viral because of how intense his reaction is

Osamu only finds out because Atsumu shows him your video, his brother would be like “’Samu you were on my fyp!”

And Osamu is like “tf is a fyp”

Osamu would be sooo mad, he’d start ignoring you, you’d have to stroke his ego a little bit to get him to forgive you

“Osamu.” Silence. “O-sa-mu.” Silence. You puff your cheeks out in frustration and stare the side of your boyfriend’s face, he refuses to even look at you. “I’m sorry.” You apologize and Osamu turns to look at you, narrowing his eyes to pierce you in the process.

“Look at this comment. ‘chill out dude, it’s just some song lyrics’ It got twelve thousand likes.” Your boyfriend complains and you move to sit next to him on his bed though, with the way Osamu is moving away from you, he would rahter cuddle with the wall before he touches you.

“Yeah but the top comment says that I’m so lucky because you’re such a cute boyfriend! It has forty thousand likes!” You try and compromise and Osamu pouts a little bit. “Everyone is just jealous that they don’t have an Osamu, and I do!” You lean down and presses kisses all over his face, Osamu scrunches his nose.

“You want to know why I was so mad?” He wraps his arms around your waist and brings you into his chest, laying you down on top of him.

“Why?” You ask cautiously and continue to stare him in the eye.

“Because I got a boner from those pictures,” Osamu confesses and you don’t know whether you want to coo in awe or laugh out loud.

“Seriously?” You refuse to believe it.

“Seriously.” He confirms and you laugh so hard his entire house shakes, you don’t stop laughing even when tears are streaming down your cheeks and when Osamu pushes you off of him to sulk against his wall.

“I’m flattered, my sweet precious love~” You coo but can’t help the chuckles that leave your lips. “Awe, baby, are you mad at me again?” You poke Osamu’s arm and he growls in annoyance. “Let me make it up to you, I’ll take care of all your boner problems.”

Not before you laugh for the next twenty minutes, after that, then you will start to do stroke his cock ego.

Oikawa Tooru

Wish you were here right now, all of the things I’d do

You don’t think the Tiktok legend Oikawa Tooru wouldn’t recognize what you’re doing the second you send it?? Because he would,,

Let’s say you do try it, you’re not going to get that far

After you send the first lyric, Oikawa will literally send you the rest of the lyrics with his own pictures to match

You don’t even have time to process that he overtook your challenge

I feel like, Oikawa would then post his photos later and tell his followers that he did the challenge better than you

You best believe his comments are full of people kissing his ass and telling him how cute he is

The tiktok went viral, by the way, Oikawa is a tiktok star

“Why can’t you let me have my moment Tooru?”

“Because I do it better, (Y/N)!”

Oikawa would then redo another challenge with you and make sure you’re the star in it so you can have your five minutes of fame. It would also go viral, but not as viral as his videos of him and Matsukawa

I wanna touch on you. You send Oikawa a picture of yourself as you lay back on your bed, your mind ruled with boredom. The curiosity of how Oikawa would react keeps clouding your mind. Before you even get a second to take the next picture Oikawa has already snapped you back.

You click on the little red square and screenshot the mirror picture Oikawa sent you. His back is arched like he is trying to break it and his head is tilted at an odd angle. You see me in my room.

You barely get enough time to screenshot the picture before Oikawa sends another. This time when you open it, it is him and Matsukawa. It’s another mirror pic and their hands are curved into little hearts. Wish you were here right now.

You decided to let Oikawa take over the challenge and just wait patiently for his next snap, each picture he sends gathers more people. In this snap, it is him, Matsukawa and Hanamaki. It’s just a simple selfie with all of them cheesing like the dorks that they are. All of the things I’d do.

In the back of your mind, you start to wonder where Iwaizumi is. The next picture comes just as quickly as the first three and this time, it is just Oikawa and Iwaizumi. Mainly Oikawa with Iwaizumi in the back trying to practice his serve. I wanna get freaky on camera.

The next photo doesn’t come for another ten minutes, this time it is a Hanamaki centered photo. It’s a selfie with his bright smile and in the background, Oikawa is getting smack upside the head by Iwaizumi. I love when we get freaky on camera. ;-)

Sakusa Kiyoomi

I wanna touch on you

Sakusa is the type to always be on his phone and never answer your texts

He’d purposely swipe away your notification until he wants to open it, you’ve seen him do it with your own eyes

When he finally does open your snaps, he leaves them on open

LMFAO then he will text you three hours later asking if you had dinner yet, caring boyfriend thingz~

If he does choose to respond to your snaps it’ll be something like ‘I’ve seen that before, try something else’

Or he will tease you and say ‘aren’t you supposed to send that to your boyfriend?’

Like Sakusa,,, a-aren’t you my boyfriend? TTT

I think he would screenshot your photos just to have them so he can always look at them and be soft

Or he would zoom in really close on your face and make it his lock screen so it’d look like you’re trapped in his screen

Someone would ask ‘who’s that on your phone’ and he’d just be like ‘my ugly s/o’ LOL

“Please, Kiyoomi.” You whine and stare at your boyfriend with puppy dog eyes. Sakusa dips his dark-haired head and stares at you back, his face emotionless. He sighs and goes back to scrolling through his phone. “Please do the tiktok trend with me or at least pretend to react.” You beg and Sakusa refrains from rolling his eyes, he glances at you once more and nods his head.

“Fine.” At his words you reach up and kiss his temple, your heart flutters when Sakusa leans into your touch. “What do I do?”

“Okay, so I am going to send you some snaps and you just have to send your reaction to me back in a snap.” You explain and Sakusa purse his lips into a little pout.

“Why do I have to do this?” He asks and you lay back to take your first snap.

“Because you love me~”

Much to your dismay, your answer is met with silence.

After you send the pictures you watch your boyfriend with hawk eyes at how he reacts. His face doesn’t change at all. He tilts his head in curiosity at one of the pictures and you note how he screenshots every single one of them. Sakusa glances at you and when you eagerly nod back at him he sends you a reply, a simple picture of his face and his familiar mask covering more than half of it.

The photo has a simple caption, busu.

“Can I post your picture?” You ask and Sakusa sighs, it’s not like it’s going to blow up right?

“Yes.”

Wrong choice Sakusa. The tiktok does blow up, and it’s only because all the comments are filled with how hot Sakusa is despite only being able to see his eyes and up.

Taglist.

@yams046 @why-am-i-sad-and-sleepy @xhanjisungiex @xxashshs @chaosamu @angelkogane

#miya osamu x reader #oikawa toru x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #osamu x reader #oikawa x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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whumpmatsus · 3 years ago

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I’m gonna pass tf out shortly BUT because I’m nuts with passion for this AU, here’s a sneaky peeky of Puzzle Pieced chapter 2~

GETT HYYYYYPED

Matsuyo chuckles and reaches for something under her chair. “You were always one of our most strong-willed boys. Do you want to see a picture of your brothers? Though I’m not sure it would be of any use, and it probably won’t jog your memory… obviously, we only have pictures of you boys as kids. I set a box of them down here earlier… just in case you… wanted to see.”

“Oh, my God… please!” He has a sneaking suspicion what they’re all going to look like. Regardless, he slides the photo closer as soon as she sets it down on the table.

As soon as he lays eyes on it, he recognizes these boys. He doesn’t know any of their names, of course, and he isn’t even actually sure which one is him.

But looking at it conjures memories of every strange dream he’s ever had of these same-faced children. These are the boys from his dreams, the ones who look exactly like him, the ones his dream-self knows as his best friends. The ones he cries for when his dream-self is torn away from them.

They’re dressed similarly in this picture ― the same shirts in different shades, most likely color-coded for the parents of six identical children to be able to tell them apart more easily. They’re all smiling, hugging each other, as if they were caught in a candid moment and not aware someone was taking a photo.

They all look like happy little boys, siblings who don’t know anything except how to love each other and maybe count to ten on their fingers.

He doesn’t really know them. Looking at this picture, though, he feels an unmistakable ache in his chest: he misses them.

“Which one am I?” he asks, glancing up at Matsuyo. “D… do you know?”

“Maybe I couldn’t tell you apart as babies,” she chuckles, “but once you all started to walk and talk, there was no mistaking any of you for each other.”

She points to the green-clad child in the photo. “This is you in the green shirt. You tried to be a troublemaker, you had such an attitude, but if you got in trouble, you’d go running to your big brothers to protect you from Mama’s punishment. It never worked, even when you switched clothes, but you still tried.”

He chuckles, his face coloring again. Although he remembers being a bit of a brat when he was a kid, he was certain he grew out of it fairly quickly. “A-ah, oh, wow… haha… s-so, wait… what order were we born in? I-I mean, I have older brothers, so… am I the youngest?”

Matsuyo shakes her head. “Oh, no, dear. You’re the third eldest.”

So… I’m a middle kid. I have big brothers… but I also have little brothers.

He thinks he likes that idea.

#Osomatsu san #whump #Choromatsu #Matsuyo #Puzzle Pieced #I've been kinda quiet today because I've been struggling a lil how to do some of the interactions for this chapter #and now that I'm FINALLY getting my second wind it's almost time for bed XD #so I thought I'd reward y'all real quick with a sneak peek!#... plus I'm proud of and enjoying this so I wanna show it off lol

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tfw-no-tennis · 4 years ago

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mtmte liveblog issue 28

catch me completely ignoring dark cybertron lmao

yeahhhh so I'm just gonna skip dark cybertron bc no thanks. I did read the tf wiki articles for the issues tho, which is more than I did in the past, so at least now I kinda know what happened, though I had to suffer thru reading about dark cybertron to learn stuff about it. yikes. reading ABOUT dark cybertron further enforced my decision to not actually read thru it

anyways. the best part of dark cybertron was when chromedome threw prowl off that cliff. that was baller lmfao

a 1 page recap of dark cybertron is about all I can handle. thank you

ooh, the 6 months later smash-cut, I fucking love itttt

nautica’s here!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy I love her. also brainstorm, and I love their friendship sm

hvbjdkhfbshdfj god I love them. they have such a fun dynamic

everyone eavesdropping on a therapy session vhbhdjkhafbhkjsdf. hipaa laws mean nothing as usual

the casual reveal of captain megatron, oh god

the title fucking slaps, as usual. this is one of my favorites - ‘world, shut your mouth.’ great stuff, and a song title/reference to boot! and this being part 1: towards peace...chefs kiss

and then we flash back to 6 months earlier...yknow now that I'm rereading this, mtmte has a LOT of framing devices used - there's story-within-a-story, flashback/flash-forwards, storytelling with narration, etc...I love it

god hbvhjakdfbshjkdf rodimus saying ‘magic’ and then the little *magic = science rodimus doesn't understand HBGKJHSDBFKHJSDF my idiot boy ily

rodimus roasting prowl is my fav hbfjdkafshsbjkf ‘maybe the knights can help us find a cure for your personality’ ily sm

and then prowl agreeing w/rodimus a few panels later about megatron’s guilt...

optimus...don't you think that making yourself chief of justice is...maybe a bad idea...like, maybe there's a conflict of interests here...just a little bit of bias...a bit too much history, perhaps...

the fact that all the big roles in the trial were given to high-ranking autobots who were heavily involved in the war...I see that cybertrons justice system is as much of a farce as their medical ethics and patient confidentiality laws

the ‘you BROKE the MATRIX’ panel is so good bjhkdhfbajskhdf

rodimus: LISTEN dad I just wanna resume my space cruise with my frat bro ship I have no interest in politics

psychiatrists HATE him! local former warlord refuses to recognize the validity of psychological analyzation of people’s actions

ravage casually breaking hipaa laws and chilling in megatron’s therapy session like >:3

I love rung...he’s so good at like, passive-aggressively cutting right to the heart of someone’s issues, and he’s so generally mild that you can’t even really get mad at him

the sudden inclusion of megatron as a major character in mtmte is kinda jarring at first - mostly, for me at least, due in part because I didn't read dark cybertron so this is like, megatron’s introduction as a relevant character in general - but I feel like jro does a great job laying a lot of intrigue down from the very beginning w/his character - like, I already want to know more about what his whole deal is, even though we have, ostensibly, seen pretty much all of his story play out already

rung name-dropping froid...i remember that made me lose my shit bc cmon. FROID....jesus christ

rung and megatron: holy shit! we’re suddenly being drawn in a 90s-esque sci-fi tron-looking retro-futuristic style!

interesting that megatron sought rung out, and not the other way around

RIPTIDE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! my favorite sharkboy is HERE

CREWDITIONS...YES....

‘we’re not allowed to take anyone who might remind rodimus of prowl’ vhbhjdkshfbhaskfd brutal

I love nautica so so much. a perfect autistic scientist after my own heart

I adore that nautica brought chromia along for moral support

hgvbjdakhfbhsj and then swerve saying that rodimus hates ‘trisyllabic names’ and nautica is like....but....‘rodimus’.....

and then nightbeat busts in to get all bbc sherlock on they asses hgbfhjadkfbjaskdf

WHY was perceptor at the crewditions if he was already part of the crew lmao

ooof, and then we have megatron flipping out when chromedome, a mnemosurgeon, shows up

also damn the autobots were rlly like okay so we wanna speed this trial up so lets just like, probe megatrons brain, that seems completely ethical, especially when you consider the history of shadowplay and stuff that our previous government had

I know important stuff is happening but megatron is holding a CUBE and I love CUBES so I'm distracted by that. C U B E

and then right after a scene where we see chromedome willing to perform mnemosurgery again - despite rewind’s like, dying wish for him not to - we hear that he’s been locked up in his room rewatching rewinds goodbye message over and over again :( I'm fucking depressed

I love nightbeat, he’s so funny and kind of an asshole

and then you see more missing letters behind them next panel...clearly nightbeat is right and there’s a mystery afoot...OR somebody is fucking with the ship’s lettering as a prank, which is a plot point I would absolutely buy

yeahhhh skids is right, chromedome is clearly Not dealing

the dramatic graffiti on megatrons door...I wanna know who spray-painted ‘die’ everywhere like they're reaper overwatch

oh god. whirl vs megatron

really cool red lighting tho

GOD its so brutal, all the stuff megatron said about how he told the cons not to kill whirl...and doesn't that end up being false anyways? so he was just saying it to dig at whirl, which is awful

also I'm never over the fact that literally everyone - including megatron and whirl - blames whirl for ‘turning megatron violent,’ as if the entire Point isn't that whirl was a tool for a corrupt system, and if it wasn't whirl it would've just been someone else, and megatron turning away from pacifism was inevitable given the circumstances, AND also a choice on his part, so he really only has himself to blame for his OWN ACTIONS

bye bye whirls right arm, see you in lost light

‘people never stop changing’ that IS something I say all the time...damn you warlord grandpa! how can you steal my philosophies?!

ohhh man and then rewind’s goodbye message being different....oooh

AUGH the fact that whirl was basically trying to goad megatron into killing him, just like he did in issue 1 w/cyclonus...It Hurts Man

also I do love the hint at who he’s talking to w/whirl shooting megatron with the bow and arrow earlier, and we know that atomizer is a fan of those

ok, but here’s where my philosophy diverges - megatron talks about throwing away his past and starting new, but I think that you have to learn from and build on your past...either way, megatron’s arc is one that I enjoy greatly from a character writing standpoint, and I'm excited to get it underway, especially w/how controversial it is lmao

big ole double-page spread...I like how you can pick out individual characters in the background crowd, which is crazy cause that's a LOT of people. also how come cosmos is so HUGE

phewwww 4.6 billion cybertronians died in the war, that’s INSANE. that's like, an incomprehensibly huge number. is there an estimate for their current population? I bet its not a lot. no wonder jro leaned into reproductive themes so much in mtmte/ll - of course the continuation of your species would be a concern for many if your numbers have been that greatly reduced

optimus w/his fancy tyrest-lookin crown

oughdajbfsbdf and the fact that megatron ALSO murdered 100 BILLION non-cybertronians...bruh. I feel like they maybe should've dialed those numbers back a little to allow his ‘redemption arc’ to run a little smoother lmao. but also I admire the commitment either way

and then we end w/megatron doing captain stuff, and seeing The Coffin...and we never did see rodimus in any of the flash-forward parts of this issue, did we???? I love how concerning that is. where's my BOY

also of course we gotta remember the warning from way back at the beginning of mtmte: ‘don't open the coffin’....

and so begins mtmte s2! man I love s2. I love mtmte in general lmao. s2 takes on the impossible w/the whole ‘megatron redemption arc’ thing, and I know that’s like, a divisive plot point and stuff, but from a writing standpoint I enjoyed it a lot...I think it was pretty much as well done as it could've been given the enormity of the task, and I thought it was a really interesting direction for the story to go in

also espec if it’s true that hasbro was like ‘hey jro put megatron in your story and give him a redemption arc’ rather than jro like, planning/asking to do it

anyways. I doubt ill talk much abt the disc horse(tm) here bc this is just for fun and also my own personal opinions and whatever, but I for one am excited to reexperience this stuff

so yeah s2 off to a strong start with some wild shit already happening! cant wait to read more!

#lj rereads mtmte

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the-bjd-community-confess · 5 years ago

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DoA megapost (22 confessions)

Mod: So https://true-bjd-confessions.tumblr.com/post/189300138511/mod-due-to-excessive-offtopic-arguing-in-the

All you guys’ pending DoA confessions presented in no specific order, before we move into the hold, as announced above.

To be clear: I think this is a feature DoA should have yesterday. It’s completely inappropriate to force people to use deadnames and names which are related to traumatic life experiences, or be banned.

However, *weary sigh, gesturing at the multiple 70+ reply confessions on this topic* people told me they were finding the rapidly escalating discussion to be upsetting and offputting, and that’s not my goal for this blog. ❤️

I am exceptionally weary of all the DoA hate over the person who got banned over making a new account after not being allowed to change their user name. DoA isn’t the only doll forum out there. If you don’t like their rules, don’t join. I for one find their rules about on- and off-topic dolls to be unfair and arbitrary as hell, but in the end it comes down to their house, their rules. Move on.

~Anonymous

Us: Sure would be nice to maybe be able to change your name on DOA.

Some of y’all: Are you asking for anarchy?? If we allow this, what’s next?? A reasonable review of outdated rules??? The rules are there for a reason!!1! The reason may be antiqued because technology has updated and changed since then, meaning there are better solutions available, but it’s still a reason so we DEFINITELY should NEVER change!! Change is too scary for me. :( You’re bullies who want to be special :((( Stop that :(

~Anonymous

I love seeing people get so offended at anon saying “bigots”. How do you know it was about you ? Guilty conscience? DOA could allow name changes if they really wanted to. There are other hobbies where they forbid certain people from entering forums while still allowing name changes. It’s not hard if you really care.

~Anonymous

Honestly the way people fall all over themselves to defend DoA against any sort of criticism (regardless of how you personally feel about the validity of said criticism, reader) makes me glad I never got into the community aspect of this hobby. It's just... stressful.

~Anonymous

The transphobia in the comments on this blog in particular are so gross. Being a bigot makes your dolls instantly hideous. And no, I’m not saying everyone who is defending DOAs decision is transphobic. I’m talking about the one who thinks trans people transitioning is wrong and their friends. You’re gross and so are your dolls.

~Anonymous

scammers can & will get around DOA's no name change policy, it's really not that safe. also, DOA isn't the only website which allows the sale of high-value items.

~Anonymous

First it's "if you want name changes coded in DoA, offer to do it yourself!", then it's "why tf would DoA accept some rando to help code their site?" make up your goddamn mind, your argument is falling apart.

Also when did this issue become "DoA vs trans people"? Like, I like DoA yet I also recognize it should be more accessible and updated for the modern userbase. I want it to become as good as it can be because I like the community and would hate to see it die out like so many other forum sites do. Yes, it has flaws- and believe me, the folks who get extremely upset about the idea of admitting that embarrass me- but I liked the format since I was new to the hobby. I just wish it was more inclusive!

~Anonymous

girlisav3rb: "this isn't about exclusion or leaving anyone out". Also girlisav3rb: "I'm just kicking your punk ass off [obvious metaphor for DoA]" yyyyiiiiikkkees

~Anonymous

The DOA username debate is really starting to feel like 4 people's personal beefs against each other. It isn't really about dolls and I wish it wasn't dominating all the confessions here. I don't really care about watching pomoaples, pupkinspce, aigisthewlve and tellmeifthursday make fools of themselves daily.

~Anonymous

10.

Say it louder for the people in the back: IF YOU INSIST ON NAME CHANGES FOR DOA, THEN VOLUNTEER YOUR CODING EXPERTISE. Don't know how to code and are just squawking about something you can't directly contribute towards? Then shut up or offer up money so the mods can hire a computer programmer to make the changes you're DEMANDING from a FREE service.

~Anonymous

11.

God it's so painfully obvious to see how many of the people defending DoA on the grounds that name changes would destroy the integrity of the website have never ever worked on or even been part of a forum or really any website of any kind in their lives. Seriously arguing that "the database" would break if you changed a name like?? No??? Have you ever seen a server backend before? You can automate this shit, you know, keep a log of former names, just... it's not some big huge challenge???

~Anonymous

12.

I don't have a horse in the trans name change race but calling DoA one of the friendlies communities around is abject bullshit lmao. There's not a more elitist, paranoid, abusive community this side of comic books -- but that kind of goes for this hobby as a whole, let's be honest.

~Anonymous

13.

THE RULES ARE IMPORTANT WE CAN't cHANGE THE RULES IT WILL LEAD TO CHAOS IF WE CHANGE ONE RULE WHERE WILL IT END THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!!!!!!! In my town it used to be THE RULES that POC have to go to separate schools and use separate bathrooms, but sure, the rules are the most important thing, not the people. And before anyone says cOmPaRiNg DoLlS tO rAciSm, 1) shitting on trans people IS a form of prejudice you smoothbrains, and 2) my ass is POC and I call it like I see it. Check yourselves.

~Anonymous

14.

I personally think DOA should just.. go away? It’s been around for years, most people use it as reference rather than a community anymore. Everything is on FaceBook and Instagram now, DOA is pretty much just a glorified Dolly Dictionary at this point. Besides, if they aren’t going to change an Incredibly simple, easy thing to change just to accommodate transitioning people, it’s not the best place to be.

~Anonymous

15.

I mean about the whole rules is rules is rules thing about doa: the thing is, some rules are there for a reason and obviously do need to be respected whether you agree with them or not, like don’t block fire exits, murder is bad, etc. but some rules eventually become outdated and need to be changed to keep up with society, and that doesn’t make the people pointing out that they need to be changed evil or entitled or spoiled. Imagine if we all still had to drive 10 mph everywhere because when someone pointed out that car technology had improved since 1915 and the speed limit should be increased accordingly everyone had just shouted them down with “BUT TEH RUUULLLEESS!!!” You’d be pretty interested in getting some of this “special treatment” yourself so you could get to work on time, huh?

~Anonymous

16.

Honestly the easiest solution would be let people change their names only once and have it trackable.. as a trans dude its NOT that deep.

~Anonymous

17.

I notice that the unrelenting attacks on DoA are now even using the same phraseology along with the name-calling and implications of sinister motives. These are textbook bullying tactics. Next is the boycott, except that most of these people already say they don’t use the forum because they are just too “21st Century” for it.

Luckily this is just a confession board and no matter how many folks you manage to rile up here, it’s not going to affect DoA. Now, this is why I love DoA–you can’t go on their own site and spew this nonsense. They have Rules. They are Strict. They attempt to avoid drama, especially off-topic drama, and they don’t allow meanness, vulgarity or obscenity. If you’re looking for a pleasant, safe space, it’s your best bet.

~Anonymous

18.

Easy to lay bigotry, laziness, stupidity and worse on DoA mods for not just accepting tales of trauma and pasts to erase. But the internet has always been full of lies by people trying to get their own way or escape consequences. Not just pro scammers. People who cry things like illness, trauma, disaster, family or pet problems over and over to get sympathy for demands or as all-purpose excuses. Recast ownership lies. People who never got a no before, and don't like being turned down no-how.

~Anonymous

19.

I just realized that no one understands the people saying DOA can allow name changes are the people who have actually modded forums before, most forums unless they’re running a totally outdated system use user id numbers that are linked to display names, which can be changed, and you can write a simple string of simple-baby-code to show old display names on a profile, to explain it in simple terms.

~Anonymous

20.

Honestly I think that the anti-name change people are mostly just shilling for DoA because they can't believe that their precious forum with its volunteer mods could be anything but flawless. Or something like that, given how indignantly these people have *always* reacted to confessions criticizing DoA, even before the trans controversy was a thing. There have definitely been some obvious transphobes as well though, whose bile is really more suited to conservative FB pages or something. Go away!

~Anonymous

21.

the DOA mods can obviously change people's usernames because it's 2019 and basically every other site in existence can do it. they might have to change the site slightly to accomplish this. maybe there are reasons for them to choose not to do that, but let's stop pretending it's some technological impossibility.

~Anonymous

22.

How about this: Implement a system on DoA that indentifies users by a unique code and allow users to have a changeable display name. Changing the display name could become a paid feature to pay for the technical changes. Think of a system like discord has. It's a win-win situation. Thoughts?

~Anonymous

#BJD #ABJD #TrueBJDConfessionz #BJD Confessions #DoA #Just let people change their damn usernames

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peachymhaechan · 6 years ago

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“Trust me, it isn’t just for the camera.”

Genre: fluff, babey !! nothin like a good ol idol au, am I rite, laid ease??

Warnings: bad words (like everything else I've written ever lol)

Pairing: Taeyong X female idol reader

A/N: junior year is almost over, thank god. I am so tired. writing this was such a good break from studying for my ap exams and cramming for finals. thank u, Taeyong. also, im working on something for the superhuman comeback, stay tuned, yall :)

you had been a model for sm for a few years now

well within your first year you had gained so much popularity that you became the company’s most hired model and had received a nickname from your employers and fans

you were their Golden Girl (hhhhhffk listen,,, we been knew I ain’t creative), and everyone was dying to work with their Golden Girl

most notable for your bubbly personality and striking looks, every employer was fascinated by your ability to pull off any look

very similar is lee Taeyong, another artist signed to your company

with his stark beauty, it was no understatement to say that you would not have minded working with someone as pretty as him

so, when your manager told you about an upcoming project where you’d be working with Taeyong and a few of the other nct boys you were #sh00k to say the least

“wait..... WHAT?!” was all you could say in response to your manager telling you the good news

“Yeah, I know. I know how long you’ve wanted to work with him. Well, get ready. For this photoshoot they need you to have bubblegum pink hair, and.....”

for the next few days, you tried to mentally prepare yourself for what was about to happen

yeah, you guys were signed to the same company but that doesn't mean you saw him all the time

you had only seen him once, and that was when you had just become a trainee and were walking through the halls to try and find the recording studio on the third floor

you accidentally went into the dance studio and found yourself interrupting a dance practice for nct u

“Sorry, I have to find someone in the recording studio, where-”

“You’re fine, don't worry about it! If you go out this hallway, make the next left turn and it should be the second door on the right,” Taeyong said, giving you a small smile

that was the ONLY interaction you had with him, but boy even when covered in sweat was he gorgeous

and you got to WORK WITH THAT

the day finally came where you got to work with him yayayay

you woke up at 4 am after having only 1 hour of sleep, thriving

you got up and took a quick shower, did your skincare routine, and changed into comfy clothes for the day

on your way to meeting your manager you grabbed a few coffees for the staff as a thank you for the opportunity

you met your manager at the company building and it started to hit that

//ohmygod this is really about to happen//

your manager tried her best to calm your nerves but damn, you were not having any of that

scrolling through Instagram, you anxiously awaited the company van that would take you to the photoshoot set

when it pulled up after about twenty minutes of waiting, you and your crew piled in and then you heard your manager tell the driver to hold the van for a few more minutes, seeing as Taeyong and his people were running a little behind

that only made your heart beat even faster

hgjaonfnwnw anxious from waiting, you just wanted to get it over with and rip it off like a bandaid

five minutes later, you saw three people walking over to the van

one of which was wearing sweats, sneakers, a hoodie, and a mask

you automatically recognized who that was despite the baggy clothing and half hidden face

oh fuck oh shit

one of the other two men talked to your manager, who had gotten out to speak to taeyong’s manager and the other person there

Taeyong climbed into the van and made eye contact with you in the back row, spotting the empty seat beside you

“Is this seat taken?” he asked, nodding to the spot right next to you

you felt a blush creep into your cheeks and your throat started getting closed up from nerves

so all you could do was shake your head no

he sat down and gave you a small smile, then started yawning and stretching out his arms

you had one extra coffee left from earlier and you figured it’d be a great ice breaker maybe

“I have an extra coffee from a coffee run I went on earlier, do you want it? It’s not super hot or anything, but its still a little warm, and its caffeine,” you said and his eyes immediately lit up

“Oh, yes please!!”

you grabbed the last cup from the drink carrier and gave it to him, and he thanked you right away

“How did you have enough time to go on a coffee run this morning?” Taeyong asked in shock

“I got up at four and am running on one hour of sleep,” you explained, not even trying to seem like you have it together

that's what its like being a hot mess, babey !!1

“That’s not good, you need to get more sleep. Were you out late last night with your schedule or something?”

concerned mom? yes

“I was out until about eleven pm, yeah, but in all honesty... I couldn’t sleep because I was very nervous to meet you.”

bro you need to get some sleep and get your filter back in place

bc when you get no sleep?? a bitch has NO filter whatsoever

Taeyong was genuinely surprised that you were nervous to meet him

“Really?? You were nervous to meet me?? Why, am I really that scary or something??”

“Its not that you’re scary, exactly, but... I have wanted to work with you for a very long time, and it still hasn’t fully set in that this is my reality.”

he nodded after you spoke, and it seemed to both impress and confuse him

no matter how popular him and his group got, he never got used to having people look up to him

and to hear it from someone as successful as you, someone he has constantly seen in the media for so long?? mind boggling

it kind of made him nervous tbh

before he could reply, the managers and everyone piled in and the van started moving to the photoshoot set

as soon as you guys left the company building, your head leaned onto the window and you passed tf out

when you woke up, Taeyong was tapping you on the shoulder and telling you that yall got to the set finally

taeyong’s face greeting you when you woke up? shocking, but not an unwelcome sight

“Alright, we need to get you guys into hair and makeup, then we will send you both over to wardrobe and they'll make any last minute touchups and then you can get to work. Sound good?” your manager told you two, and when you both nodded, she immediately directed you to the makeup studio

your artists were very excited to work with you, which made everything much more pleasant

“The feel we are going for with this shoot will perfectly fit your aesthetic and your features, I’m so excited!!” and “You’re naturally this pretty? And after only one hour of sleep? Oh my god, my under eye bags are permanent and it looks like you don’t have any at all!” or the occasional “I wish I could be as stunning as you without even trying...”

it sounded like Taeyong was going through the same thing, as you could hear some of the other makeup artists gushing about his sharp features

“Wow, your eyes are so beautiful!” and “Your smile is stunning!” and “I wish I was half as pretty as you are!”

you could tell it made him a bit uncomfortable because he sat there with a :} face

(unrelated but: that face looks like the grinch lowkey, ok sorry for interrupting lol, back to the fic)

you two made eye contact in the mirror and you could practically read his mind

I want this to stop, they’re making me uncomfortable, oh my god.

to which your eyes said, Same here, and I am used to dealing with this on a daily basis.

luckily, they finished putting shadows and liner on your eyelids, and then they sent you to the hair department

for hair, they teased and curled your hair, giving you a tired and just woken up look

well, a styled just woken up kind of look

Taeyong came in halfway through your hair and all they had to do for him was throw some gel in his and make it a little messy and he was good to go

by the time you made it to wardrobe Taeyong was already on set and getting individual pictures for the concept

they threw you in clothes, and by clothes you mean a men’s oversized white button up, short shorts, and a bright red bra

and before you could even leave to head to the set, they made sure that the first few buttons were undone on the shirt

to say you felt a lil bit exposed and cold was an understatement

the second he saw you, Taeyong had a glint in his eye and he couldn't stop staring at you

naturally, that made you blush and get really self conscious

?? wot

“Hello, I am your photographer for the day. This shoot is supposed to be sort of a couple, romantic fashion shoot, so I hope you two know each other very well and are comfortable with being close to one another. Do you two have any issues with that?”

you both looked at each other,

and then lee Taeyong,

while staring dead in your eyes,

said

“No, sounds perfect!”

bitch

what the fuck was that supposed to mean ?!

“sounds perfect” uhhhhhhhhhhh lemme get a mcfuckin explanation

he gave you a small smile before you managed to get out, “No issues here.”

that only made him smile more

njsdncvcaehcfabcafcb bitch!! you were whipped for him already

“Great! Let’s get started, then. Y/N, I will have you stand over here, and...”

let’s just say that the photographer had you two start with basic stuff, like you two standing next to one another with Taeyong putting his hand on your shoulder and things like that

it quickly escalated though, and he had you doing things like laying your legs across his lap and running your hands through his hair

“Sorry if this is a little too intimate for you,” you whispered into his ear during another shot, where you were draped over his sitting form and your hand caressed his cheek

“Don’t apologize, it’s not. If anything, I’m a little flustered to have someone as pretty as you staring at me the way you are, Y/N, even if it is just for the camera,” he told you, shifting so that you were turned with your back to the camera and chest flush to his, your hands delicately placed on his upper arms, his hand resting on your lower back and you staring up at him

faintly you could hear the photographer say, “THIS IS IT, THIS IS THE ONE!”

“Trust me, it isn’t just for the camera,” you mumbled, not able to filter yourself due to sleep deprivation

you thought he didn’t hear you, but then a smirk formed on his face and you knew you #fucked up

the end of the shoot was arriving, and there were a few more pictures the photographer had in mind, but he wanted to let you guys do your own thing and see where it ended up

“You guys can do what you want for these next few pictures, just do what feels naturally and I’ll angle it well.” very encouraging, right

making use of the pieces of furniture on the set, you decided to lay on the bright red couch and Taeyong looked down at you from behind it

“I couldn’t hear what you said earlier, can you say it again please?” he asked, trying to fish a confession out of you

Oh, Mr. Lee Taeyong, it won’t be that easy.

“Hmmm, what do you mean?” you asked, purposefully trying to be as close to him as you could, so you sat on your hips to the side more and pulled him down so your hand rested on his cheek and your face was //right there, you could feel his breath on your lips//

(the photographer would have fainted there if he could get away with technical time theft while on the job)

taeyong’s breath hitched and a blush crept onto his cheeks and you knew you got him

ladies and gentlemen.... we got ‘im

even still, he tried to get it out of you

“Well, I thought I heard you say something under your breath before the photographer spoke to us,” he coyly explained, sitting down and pulling you onto his lap

at that point it became a game of who could get the other to blush more

and lemme just say, mama didn’t raise no lil bitch, so you were NOT about to lose

grabbing both sides of his face in your small hands, you leaned in and whispered, “I hope it’s okay that I’m going to kiss you now.”

his eyes went wide, and then he said, “MORE than okay.”

and the next thing you know, your lips were planted on his and the photographer was sobbing genuine tears

“THIS IS PEAK PROFESSIONALISM, OH MY GOD, IT’S BEEN YEARS SINCE I’VE WORKED WITH MODELS AS GOOD AS YOU TWO, OH MY, THIS IS THE SHOT THAT WILL MAKE IT BIG, I’M-”

of course his enthusiasm made you start giggling, and you could feel Taeyong smiling into the kiss

when you two broke apart you leaned your forehead on his and stared into his eyes

“I think we both know what I said earlier,” you told him, throwing your arms around his neck

“Good, because I hope we are both on the same page,” he said, smirking slightly

“And that is?”

and all he did in response was kiss you again, but this time not smiling from the photographer’ s goofy remarks

the photographer gave the okay after he got that shot and told you two that he wish he’d gotten to work with you sooner

the ironic thing here is that you and Taeyong wished the same thing

you headed back to the dressing rooms, hand in hand, getting stares from the staff but not caring much

or at all, really

#bad bitch club: RISE

“I hope you know that as soon as those pictures get released, people will assume we are dating, right?” you said, wiping the makeup off and combing through your hair

you quickly ducked into changing room, throwing on the clothes you were wearing when you arrived

you heard him chuckle from the other little makeshift room

you exited your changing room and found him waiting for you

“Why let them assume when we could tell them the truth ourselves?”

and somehow, despite the crazy hectic schedules you both had,

and all the crazy ups and downs of being in the public spotlight,

a few months later, when the magazine finally hit the shelves and the cover image was you two kissing each other and looking like the happiest couple in the world,

when you got invited to an interview to discuss the inspiration for the images and the experience of working with each other,

you two walked in hand in hand, smiling brightly and looking like your average couple that was in love

and when asked if you two were dating,

you replied, “Yes, and it has been the best few months of my life so far.”

:) uwu

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afriendtokilltime · 5 years ago

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Okay, fine. Let’s talk about parasocial relationships.

The term “parasocial” has been making the rounds as a very very smart sounding thing to say. It not only establishes that you know an unusual and complex word, but also that you are too smart to fall for marketing tactics, and that you are much too cool to show enthusiasm for anything!

So, what’s a parasocial relationship? It’s a one-sided relationship with a celebrity or fictional character--the entire relationship takes place in your head. You’re reading this on tumblr, which means you have lots of parasocial relationships. You’re very parasocially popular! Maybe you even have one with me. (Probably not, I stopped posting for a long time, so we probably don’t parasocially know one another at all.)

I first encountered this term being used as an inherently bad thing, something to avoid, as though the term referred to the negative version of itself. What I saw was not people explaining why it can be harmful, but speaking as if we all know it is (the way you’d use “alcoholism”).

I see people carefully watching themselves to make sure they aren’t engaging in a “parasocial relationship,” or referring to a behavior they don’t like as “borderline parasocial relationship behavior.” But, there is no such thing as “relationship behavior” other than closing the psychological distance between yourself and another person. “Parasocial relationship behavior” is doing this, but it’s one-sided. You get closer, and they do not. That’s it. That’s the only thing. Does that mean building a shrine to Kristen Stewart? Does it mean crying with joy at Hbomberguy’s Mermaids/Donkey Kong stream? Does it mean writing a 100k fanfiction about Hermione Granger, Vampire Slayer? Does it mean buying a David Bowie CD? Does it mean begging the show writers to finally make that queerbaity relationship canon? Does it mean killing the president? You decide!

Becoming psychologically closer to people and characters is not inherently unhealthy, whether they know who you are or not. How you treat them and respond to that closeness, and how they choose to cultivate closeness, can of course be unhealthy...but so can reciprocal relationships.

What’s weird to me is that we generally seem to be aware that there are bad and good (healthy and unhealthy) relationships. I have a good relationship with @randomshoes because we support each other, are interested in each others’ success, spend quality time together, and communicate well. If I was to stalk her or kill a president for her, or if she was to abuse my trust and take all my money while falsely assuring me she loved me, our relationship would be somewhat less healthy.

So, what’s so bad about parasocial relationships?

They don’t actually care about you and they are taking your money.

If a marketing team/a celebrity uses these relationships to prey on vulnerable people, that might be an abusive relationship...in the other direction. If I manipulate a friend I know out of her money, I’m the bad guy, right? But if I’m famous, and she’s 16, and I knowingly manipulate her out of her money, then she’s the bad guy, because teenage girls are dumb and they should feel bad for ever liking anything, forming identities, feeling attraction, or basically being uncool and childish in any way.

It is definitely a good idea to remember that transactions are a part of how art is usually consumed, and not to express your affection or deep identification with an art/artist by spending lots of money on tee shirts that depict them. However, even this type of interaction can be encouraged in a healthy, positive way. Patreon seems to really make people mad, but it’s not the worst system for artists who Live in A Society and don’t happen to have any lembas laying around. “I’ll pretend to love you so you can make me a millionaire” seems kinda gross but “I appreciate that your support helps me continue making the art you love” kinda sorta does not.

Some people go too far and commit heinous crimes because they expect their parasocial affections to be reciprocated.

Those crimes would be heinous even in an already reciprocal relationship. (I already mentioned this, but if I committed terrorism for my very real girlfriend who knows exactly who I am, that would probably make me no better or worse than Hinkley.)

You’re an isolated loser and need real friends.

Okay. Anybody pouring all their energy into one relationship is probably not doing life correctly, regardless of how parasocial that relationship is. But this is a point on which I simply do not agree. People engage in these behaviors regardless of how wide their friend circle is. If not with celebrities, then with fictional characters, or even historical or political figures (think more “little father” than “senator” though what you do with that Bernie Sanders picture in your room is between you and God). Oh speaking of God, relationships with religious figures might arguably have some similarities and speak to the same human tendency, but there is of course the difference that Justin Bieber doesn’t know who TF you are, but God does.

Uh, sorry, you didn’t address my point. Forming parasocial relationships stops you developing real relationships.

I actually think it encourages reciprocal socialization. I didn’t have many friends growing up. When I met two other kids who were obsessed with Harry Potter, we bonded over that, making up our own characters (next generation type of BS...still better than the book 7 epilogue), and this formed the basis of a friendship that lasted basically my entire pubescence. These parasocial relationships are generally part of a broader interest, and interests and hobbies help you meet people, break the ice, and uhm...form real relationships.

It’s not just interests, though. I was hardcore into dinosaurs as a kid. Literally every child likes dinosaurs, but that didn’t help me form any new friendships. The other reason I think parasocial relationships lead to better real relationships is...practice. You are engaging in social behaviors, whether or not you’re any good at them, whether or not you succeed. This is what’s required to learn any new skill, but it’s generally discouraged.

You don’t just learn about how to socialize, you also learn about yourself. You develop a sense of identity and learn what you like and dislike by associating yourself with favorite characters.

Children and teens often imitate their behaviors, and though that can be a bit annoying (why yes I do have the Spanish Inquisition sketch memorized but thanks for repeating it to make sure I got it), it also helps them figure out what kind of people they want to be (maybe you want to be funny, so you over time learn that what made Monty Python so funny was surprise, surprise and fear, and you develop comedic timing). Knowing what kind of person you want to be is important.

Right, but it’s selfish. You keep calling it “one sided” which it literally is. There’s no checks on your behavior.

Right. I think that’s good, though? I think it’s good for people to sometimes do selfish things. I think it’s good to cultivate parasocial relationships because they are a way to self-soothe, and get your own needs met, without burdening others. We are social creatures, and we absolutely need relationships, but nobody owes you a relationship. Nobody owes you affection or love. Having a way to cultivate that for yourself is actually incredibly valuable.

It’s worth commenting here that I think my strongest parasocial relationships are probably with characters I’ve made up myself. They are “a part of me” in that they are always there in my life, but unlike some writers, I do not base characters on myself or see them as reflecting specific parts of me. I relate to them in the same way I relate to Harry Potter, except that I was the one who made them up initially, and books I write about them can be published and I can make money off them. (On some theoretical plane of existence.) It’s pretty clear that I am the one doing all the work on both sides of this particular parasocial relationship, but it doesn’t feel super different to me than the fact I very intensely relate to certain characters not made up by me. I don’t conceive myself dating one of them, like I don’t have a Dorothy L. Sayers thing going on, but I don’t really think it would be wrong if I did.

What do you mean not being a burden on others? What about toxic fans putting pressure on creators?

Yeah...that’ll be in the “unhealthy relationship” category. But, okay, I guess where I am ending up here is I do think it’s good to recognize parasocial relationships exist and talk about them, because it reminds you that even if a relationship is not reciprocal, you do have responsibilities. If the other person is real, that means they are only human, and even if you have no choice but to stan, you should give them some breathing space. The Shinji Ikari ContraPoints in my head can be my super close friend, but if I expect the real Natalie Wynn to give me any more energy than she already does to her entire audience by making the awesome videos I enjoy so much, I’d be really rude, demanding, and honestly not worthy of her friendship if it was “real.”

Parasocial relationships are relationships which means, just like with reciprocal ones, you have to not be a dick. You have to respect the other person and recognize they are a human being separate from you. Even with characters, Harry Potter can’t be hurt by anything weird and demanding you do, but Rowling could, and so could other HP fans, so respect is still important. If it’s not already clear, I strongly disagree with people who suggest fanfiction is disrespectful, so.

If you understand that your relationship is abstracted, and that you do not deserve any kind of reward for all the energy and love that you pour into it...then enjoy your parasocial relationship, because it is absolutely normative, human, and can bring great joy and meaning into your life. In fact, almost all of what I just said applies to reciprocal relationships, too.

#parasocial relationships #fandom #fanfiction #relationships #I have some more thoughts probably but here are these ones

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ghost-town-story · 2 years ago

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FebruarOC Day 27: Midnight Siren

(Midnight Siren = the probable name for the Mythological AU. Oh my god this got so long and it’s not even the full scene XD but I figured I’d spare you some of the nuances of how tf werewolf packs work in this AU so it wouldn’t get even longer lol)

Waking up in a hospital was never a fun time. It was significantly less fun when Theo realized that not only was he in a hospital, but he was in a hospital somewhere in Colorado, several hours away from his mom and in the middle of a tour. Not ideal circumstances, to say the least.

Theo kept his eyes closed for a few moments, trying to remember just how he’d gotten here. His memory was spotty though, only dredging up flashes of a dark street, people yelling, and… dogs?

Theo opened his eyes. The ceiling was painted in golden sunlight, warm and welcome compared to his fragmented recollection of where he’d been before waking up here. He gingerly sat up, only to fall back against the pillows with a hiss as his left shoulder throbbed with pain.

A second later, a familiar black and green mask came into sight. “Careful there,” Jaybird said. “You don’t want to hurt yourself any worse.”

“Jay?” Theo gasped. His mind whirled, trying to piece together all the fragments, but all that he got was a slowly building headache. “What are you doing here? How are you here?”

“Long story,” Jaybird said with a shrug. “I’ll explain in a bit. You wanna sit up?”

Theo nodded, not wanting to look so helpless laying down like this.

With Jaybird’s help, they got the hospital bed adjusted so Theo could sit up without straining his shoulder too badly.

“What are you doing here?” he asked again once he was settled. “I thought you guys were down in Florida this weekend.”

“And how do you know my tour schedule so well?” Jaybird asked with a grin.

“Aiden.”

“Ah. Checks out. Like I said though, it’s a long story.”

“Why are you even here then, if you don’t have time to even explain what the hell’s going on?” Theo snapped, losing his patience a little.

“It’s not a question of time,” said a new voice. Theo startled, biting back a whimper as his shoulder flared with pain. “Rather, he knows he’s supposed to wait with the explanations till there’s an adult around,” the newcomer finished.

“Uncle Jared!” Jaybird said. “You’re still here?”

“Of course I am.” The man, Jaybird’s uncle apparently, crossed the room to ruffle Jaybird’s hair. “I may not like hospitals, but it’s my duty to see this through.”

“See what through?” Theo asked, something like dread coiling in his stomach.

“We’ll get to that in just a second.” Jaybird’s uncle grabbed one of the uncomfortable-looking hospital chairs and pulled it up to Theo’s bedside. “First, introductions. I’m Jared, his great uncle.” He nodded at Jaybird, who waved as he grabbed a chair of his own. “And you already know… Do I have to call you whatever it is?”

“Nah.” Jaybird pulled off his mask and flopped down into his seat. “I just figured it would be better if Theo actually recognized me at first.”

Theo blinked at the singer, his brain shorting out. Jaybird and his band had spent an entire summer plus all the time he and Aiden spent chatting keeping their masks on and their real identities a secret. It felt wrong for Jaybird to just suddenly and casually throw that away.

“Anyways,” Jaybird said, filling the silence of Theo’s brain absolutely breaking, “this is Theo, guitarist of Siren’s Call.”

Theo blinked again. Right. Other things were happening. His head hurt. “Uh. Yeah. Hi.”

“Nice to meet you properly,” Jared said with a smile. “How are you feeling?”

“Uh.” His headache was slowly getting worse. His shoulder throbbed steadily in time with his heartbeat. He just wanted to go back to sleep and wake up in his hotel room to Nessa throwing herself on top of him, or Aiden climbing into his bed because he was cold. “Fine.”

Thankfully, his blatant lie wasn’t called out. Instead, Jared leaned against the side of his bed. “What do you remember about last night?”

Theo frowned at the question.

“I promise we’ll explain everything,” Jaybird piped up. “Just, go with it please?”

Theo sighed. “Fine. We went out to dinner, I don’t remember the name of the place, it was some local Italian within walking distance of our hotel. On our way back, I wasn’t paying attention and I got lost. After that…” Theo’s hand drifted up to his shoulder, trying to sort through his muddled thoughts. “A dog?” he asked. “Bit me? Is that what happened? I can’t remember too well.”

“You’re not too far off,” Jared said. “Now, Theo.” Theo suddenly felt uncomfortably scrutinized by the man. “Do you believe in the supernatural?”

Theo blinked. “Why do you ask?” he asked slowly.

To his surprise, Jaybird let out a snort of laughter. “How about this,” he said “What all has Aiden told you?”

“Nothing!” Theo immediately said, followed by a wince as he realized just how frantic he sounded.

Jared, meanwhile, was raising an eyebrow at Jaybird. “What does Aiden have to do with this?”

“He’s Summer’s cousin, remember?” Jaybird asked. “From the siren side of the family.”

“Ah,” Jared said, nodding as if that explained everything.

Theo was losing the entire plot. He really wanted a nap right about now, or to curl up in somebody’s lap and stop thinking for a few hours.

“So,” Jaybird continued, “I’m taking that blatant lie to mean that Aiden’s probably told him the basics.”

Finally, Theo felt a puzzle piece click into place. “You guys know?”

“Yes,” Jared said, looking significantly relieved. “James and I, and the rest of our family, are werewolves. The Lunacen pack, to be specific.”

“Cool.” Theo could feel himself passing right over freaking the fuck out and settling directly into that realm of numbness where things might as well just happen because why the fuck not.

“So,” Jared said, “what we know right now is that last night, you were attacked by a member of the Redskill pack. We’re still not sure why they targeted you, but we’re trying to figure that out.”

Theo’s mouth felt dry. “By attacked, do you mean…”

“One of the ways of becoming a werewolf is by being bitten by a werewolf during the full moon,” Jared said. “And last night was a full moon.”

“Cool. Gotcha.” The first thought that popped into Theo’s head was that he was no longer the only human in the band anymore. He had to tamp down a hysterical laugh at the thought.

“You okay man?” Jaybird asked.

Theo gave him a thumbs up in response, because he was pretty sure if he opened his mouth again he would either start laughing hysterically or crying, and he didn’t want to find out which.

“Are you sure?” Jared asked. “I’m sure it’s a big change for you to adjust to—”

“I’m fine.” Neither. Good. Theo took a deep breath. Finish this conversation, get all necessary answers, then the second he was released from the hospital he was going to go find the nearest pillow and scream. Or human-shaped scream-void that gave good cuddles. Whichever was more convenient.

#writing #in which i write #snippets #band au #band au: midnight siren #februaroc #februaroc 2023

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musicrunsthroughmysoul · 6 years ago

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I don’t speak in class and yet here I am saying this anyway (sorry for the really overt reference...bye)

I didn’t mean to do this, but, since I’ve been sick and laying in bed a lot because I haven’t really had the energy to do anything, I started reading interviews with and articles about Pearl Jam. A couple of them I remembered I’d already read, but I kept reading, anyway, because I forgot some of the things they mentioned and how they said them. So, somehow, after I finished reading all the interviews/articles I felt like reading, I decided to watch the “Jeremy” video again. And, afterward, I started having some serious, analytical thoughts about it, so I opened up OneNote on my phone and started taking notes. Only, these notes weren’t just notes. And then they weren’t just about “Jeremy.” So that’s why I’m writing this now, even though in my head I already wrote this post and I wrote it completely differently than the way I’m writing it now. Bummer. Thoughts are only good once, I guess.

So, the reason I’m writing this, after the context above, is because, after writing down some of my critique ideas about “Jeremy,” I ended up going off on a tangent and critiquing Pearl Jam, instead. And the thing is, awhile back I talked about wanting to write a gender critique of Pearl Jam, right? I did. I said so a couple times at least. But I haven’t really touched the article since I first had the idea for it, and maybe one other time, very briefly. I definitely did not intend to come back to that article now, and I have no idea where these thoughts came from precisely. But I wrote them down, nonetheless, and now…well, now I have anxiety. So I needed to write, of course.

I just find it interesting how I planned to write the critique of Pearl Jam, and, in my head, it was going to be mostly positive. It really was. And maybe that’s because the topic is fairly narrowed down – gender – but I really had it in my head that it would be a positive critique. Well…I guess I didn’t account for getting sick and having all this seemingly-extra time on my hands and these thoughts that are most likely not influenced by my illness but I suppose it’s possible they are. But hey, I’ve thought them so far, so there’s some validity in that, at least.

Anyway, long story short, this critique I suddenly started writing ideas down for that ended up not being related to “Jeremy” at all became a critique of the band. Gender was definitely a topic I centered most of my ideas around, as well as philanthropy and social issues (now that was directly related to my piece about “Jeremy”), and so, to explain further, I think I came to this topic when I started writing about subverting expectations. And basically I concluded in a fairly short space with only a few ideas to support this idea, that Pearl Jam do not and have not inherently subverted any expectations. So…it became a negative critique. In other words.

And honestly, hence the anxiety, I guess I’m struggling with that right now. Since I became such a big fan a few months ago, I recognize now that I was participating in the very thing I’ve been so annoyed about: ultimate, blind fandom. Of course, a lot of the fandom I’ve been annoyed about involves sexualizing the musicians which I have not been doing, but blind fandom – I mean, they’re in a similar space, I think. So now that I feel like I’ve regained my sight, I also feel disappointed in my own actions, let alone theirs. (And, anyway, their actions have nothing to do with me. I’ve simply critiqued theirs to the point where I feel less good about all the respect I previously amassed upon them.)

Now, before anyone gets up in arms over this, I’m not sharing any of my critique here tonight or probably for a long time in the future. I just needed to write about this to document my struggle with it. And it is a struggle, which maybe you don’t believe. But I typically don’t start liking something or someone, become obsessed with it, critique it, realize the error of my affections, and then immediately get over it. That’s definitely not what happens, and that’s not what is going to happen here. To start with, I didn’t become obsessed with Pearl Jam when I started listening to them. In fact, I listened to their first three albums for an entire year before I started watching live performances and became interested in them as a group/as people. So, basically, I think it’s fair to say I was wary. I was wary for the same, low-key reasons I mentioned just a few months ago, for example, when I tried identifying their personality types – I judged them based on my own bias. But the thing about that is, and not to alienate anybody (or myself?) but my first impressions tend to be pretty dead-on. Whatever I feel based on the way someone comes off a lot of the time ends up ringing true in the end. Which is to say, I feel whatever I do about someone, I warm up to them and think I was stupid not to have given them a chance earlier, and then we come full circle and whatever it was I didn’t like about them from the beginning ends up ending my connection to them. And I’m not saying that to be like, ‘Haha, look at me, I can identify people and their true nature really well from the very start and it sucks for all of you people who can’t…’ because, like…well, no, because if that were true, I wouldn’t end up giving them a chance. But sometimes I do, and look where it’s gotten me! So I don’t actually always learn my lesson with that.

So here’s me not learning my lesson…again.

However, I do think it’s important to say that, no matter how my critique ends up turning out (be it positive or more on the negative side of things), I still respect the music. While I may not learn my lesson about trusting my gut instinct about someone or something from the very start and ending up down a rabbit hole of ‘everything depends on my respect for this person/group’ in particular, probably, I still have this blessed ability to respect the art and be able to put all of my admiration and energy into respecting that. As an artist, myself, I absolutely believe that art is sacred. Not everything art has to say is sacred, but the act of creating and sharing that art is THE MOST sacred thing. Not to get all preachy, but I really do feel that’s true.

Even though, sometimes, I will admit I have moments where I’m listening to their music and I think ‘Hm, um…you know what? This…this actually…really isn’t that good…’ And I never know if I think that because of my mood – because I’m feeling particularly antagonistic/critical (about the music or, perhaps, more specifically about/because of the band) – or because there is some little justifiable reason for the thought, but other times I obviously rock tf out and I feel the music very deeply and appreciate its existence. Still, whatever I feel about it, I still respect it. But the fact of the matter is that my respect for the music and my respect for the people who make it is not intertwined. I know it is for a lot of people, and hey, maybe it is for me right now (hence the struggle), but that’s not how it is for me all the time, and I absolutely appreciate that. When the artists let me down, the great thing is that the art is always there for me. I can always depend on the art. And I always want that, because, a lot of the time, that’s how I fucking stay alive. That’s how I decide to keep living. So yeah, I fucking respect the art. But I don’t inherently owe my respect to the people who make it. That’s just a lucky bonus that sometimes happens.

The thing is, back to my “please don’t kill me, fellow Pearl Jam fans,” I don’t not respect them. I respect their philanthropy efforts a WHOLE HELL of a lot. For one thing, when I became a fan, I did NOT expect to respect that so much, but that’s really something that they’ve been about since their inception, so there’s no reason in relation to that for me to say, ‘Nah, fuck these guys, they’re not doing enough’ or ‘They’re not doing anything that’s actually making a difference.’ Not that I think anyone – fan or not – would actually say or think that, but I’M JUST SAYING…I'm not saying that. At least not exactly. I recognize that, as a band who already does a great service by sharing their music with the world, they’re not, by any means, obligated to support other/outside and often political issues. Like, especially me, I believe wholeheartedly that art is political. And it may be a lot more obvious with a band like Pearl Jam, but still, I think that should say even more that they’re not required to be political otherwise. And yet, they are! And they’ve done AMAZING, INCREDIBLE things for people and their community (which I happen to sort of be part of) and issues that are really important to them. So I’m not discounting or discrediting that at all, for a second. All I’ll say about my critique is that, from just some of the ideas I ended up writing down, I realized that I’m disappointed there is not more to admire. And yeah, I did just say in this same paragraph and then disprove that “they’re not doing enough,” but well…in some ways – just some ways! – that is true. In issues unrelated to the things I’ve already mentioned/that most PJ fans already know about, and things I’m specifically educated in/about, I’m thinking there is veracity in that. And that’s all I will say until I post my actual critique, which I do plan on doing, but possibly not until the far future because I want to be as thoughtful and resourceful in my critique as I possibly can be. This…this is really just me writing about my reaction to the realization. But this isn’t at all the realization, itself. At least not fully formed and eloquently stated with sources and evidence to support my idea. :) I definitely admit that.

#personal post #Paler Jam #HI I'M GETTING YOUR ATTENTION ON PURPOSE. DO NOT REB/OG THIS OKAY? DO NOT.#THANKS FOR RESPECTING THAT

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the-cooler-king · 4 years ago

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I am just not done dreaming about my best friend yet am I

So I feel like it started in some kind of haunted hotel, I distinctly remember it being kinda creepy and being in the stairwell. The stairs were red carpet but the walls were blank & concrete, like in a parking garage. I dont remember what I was doing here or what I thought I was doing lmao it was a totally normal hotel, just also probably haunted. They always are in my dreams.

Next me and britt were staying together. I got the vibe that we were on vacation together; I assume we were at an airbnb or something, it was a super cute house. One level, I think two bed & bath. It kept changing every time I went into the house. There was a really nice backyard and a cute lil pool in the back - too small to swim in, but it was in ground and well maintained. Every time I went to talk to britt she was in this pool.

At one point I went off for ??? (This mightve been after I went back to sleep after getting up to pee) and I ran into a friend from school... someone tall.... it was either Bobby, his brother Jimmy, or mikey sellers lmao I cant even remember who it was. We were walking this trail together, smoking and showing each other stuff on our phones. There was a website, throughout the dream, I kept logging in to check - my homie sevyn was messaging me about the haunted hotel from earlier, implying that a large group had all gone together and he was asking if I saw some of the cool/weird fixtures too. I remember dropping bobby/jimmy/Mike's phone, and the phone case popping off, and he warned me that it barely worked as it were.

The last thing I really remember was driving to go get food? I was going with a clear goal, specific place to go. I was picking something up for me and britt probably lol but the place I wanted was the LAST turn before going over this massive bridge (the bridges haven't been broken in my dreams for a while now, which is such a nice change lmfao) so I of course passed it and had to cross this huge fuckin bridge... which I did...then I turned around and passed the sandwich place AGAIN. Super mad and seeing the words "dairy queen/Exxon MILLSBORO" gave me such hope. I knew in the dream where Millsboro was HOWEVER I dont know where tf i was supposed to be so I just kept driving until I found a dairy queen. I didn't. But I wound up on that road to the bridge again, and I turned my signal on super early and made the right turn before having to cross. I ran into I think sevyn again but as someone else for some reason? There was a horror novel signing going on in the same strip as the sandwich shop that he was really excited about? Anyway idr getting the snacks but I went back to the place with britt - I recognized it as one of those "I live here irl but I've never seen this place before but it feels like home" like the house we were in was in my development but irl that area doesn't exist? And earlier in the dream I remember the house being right next to the highway? Well anyway I went inside and rummaged around looking for some weed/my pen and went back outside to see britt in the pool again. MEMORY UNLOCKED..... at one point she had gotten out of the pool and we were just standing there, talking. She runs her hands over the front of her stomach and says "im so happy I've lost a bunch of weight... I wanted to be like you, because you fit into everything" and I took in her form, her bathing suit was really loose because she had lost a lot of weight (she still looked healthy, she wasn't skin and bones) but the feeling in my chest welled up and I just started to cry, so I pulled her to me and hugged her because I didn't know what to say. I didn't want to be happy for her if she was killing herself over her appearance, I didn't want to be upset with her for doing it either. I just wanted her to be happy and I knew she wasn't and that killed me more than anything I think.

I cant believe I went from dreaming about breaking into her house to read her diary so I could find out if she missed me, to dreaming about living together and having fun together. That's a glo up. I should not kms so I can keep dreaming but shit is hard. My cards told me not to rush but I really fucking want to. I want to live with my best friend and sit in a kiddy pool out back drinking champagne. I want to live with her and lay on the living room floor letting her animals use me as a pillow. I want to clean the house together, do the dishes together, save her from any bug that presents itself. Like I want to simplest of things but it feels like there is so much in my way of getting there... maybe tomorrow ill ask Alice about her move and the agent she used. Maybe I'll have more luck. Idk

#Dream stuff #Literally dreams #Not that youtube guy or w/e this will confuse u if u think it is lol

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meggannn · 7 years ago

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ironically one of my favorite things about shepard/garrus is one of the things i think bioware did least successfully, at least for my personal taste. and i admit this is mostly cause i prefer developing/reading professional or emotionally reserved sheps (at least on the surface) who gradually open up to their li over time, over sheps who wear their heart on their sleeves from the beginning, and there are very few bw romances that really allow you to play that first kind of character, considering you, the pc, have to instigate the romance dialogue. there’s only so much a game can do to mimic a ‘real’ romance after all. even so i do prefer a bit of, if not subtlety, then.... tactfulness, i guess, when the pc pops the question, especially with a character like shepard who is so duty-focused and (until the proposing scene) never really indicated they were driven by their libido when looking for a partner (even if they were joking). so that “do you wanna bang” scene gives me such second hand embarrassment i gotta rewrite most of their entire me2 romance in my head and one day i’ll put it to a fic, but in the meantime...... i’ll just blab about it on tumblr dot com i guess....

like, i like the VIBE that is established. i like that in me2, we get confirmation that: a) garrus’s confidence in personal matters is absolutely nil when it comes to romance, much less an interracial romance; b) it sets up a real sweet theme of realizing they actually DONT know that much about each other’s culture or biology or anything related to their race, and the romance is staged to give them each time to do research on the other’s biology and anatomy (which is practical and common courtesy and the right thing to do! and also a little sweet when you consider how terrified garrus is of screwing it up!), c) however it started, whether facetiously or nervously or enthusiastically, these two are still able to have a nice moment together and acknowledge there are feelings between them that can (and if you ask me, do) still go unsaid. and in me3, we see them both (or at least garrus) in a bit more emotionally stable situation, maybe driven by a desire to see something go right in the middle of the war, so we establish a) garrus is still nervous and treading cautiously, but b) confident enough to prepare for a reunion, to articulate his questions about their relationship, to let shepard know he’s there for them regardless, and c) if you confirm the relationship, shepard and garrus can tease each other as friends and work together as soldiers and still have a supportive emotional/intimate partnership in their private time.

i just think you can have all of these angles to their relationship without the current get-together. imo you lose a lot of possible development and depth when you start all of this by having shepard walk in and say “heyyyyyyy let’s you and me ‘‘‘ease some tension’’’ together ;) :) ;) do you see me winking”, like.... how does a commanding officer say that to another adult they respect and (possibly) genuinely like, idk. it seemed like such a lazy way for the writers to get them into bed together without considering who these people are. and yeah, every shepard’s different, it’s possible someone found that very ic for their shepard. personally i’ve always been more of a fan of piecing together canon clues to tell me who the pc is and extrapolating an oc from there, and what most of canon tells me, is that shepard is someone who prioritizes duty (either to the alliance, or to saving innocents, or to just getting the job done) above nearly all else, including their own personal life. that doesn’t mean i don’t see shepard being an instigator or an occasional flirt. just......

bleh. is it too much to want a better get together than “let’s fuck”? idk. i feel like a whiner bc shepard/garrus is obviously the most popular pairing in the fandom, it dwarfs so many others in content and you can’t throw a stone without meeting an insufferable stan, and here i am complaining about it not being done my way. i guess i just feel like the writers listened to the fans who wanted garrus as an li from me1, but didn’t listen to why. they drew the shortest line between a and b (“they want to bone the alien? here you go, i guess!”) and left it at that.

i mean admittedly, left up to me, i’d stuff so much drawn-up pining into a canon shepard/garrus get-together that neither of them would be able to breathe through the ust. there’s a line i like in kaidan’s romance (not to hijack a shenko line for a shakarian thing, but it’s something i find so true to shepard’s character i adopt it for my shepard too, even though i don’t romance kaidan and save ashley) when shepard tells kaidan in the moment that she needs a shoulder, not a subordinate, and kaidan says “cut me a little slack, shepard, it’s not like you’re easy to read.” that is how i tend to play and read shepard: as someone who is emotionally available for their crew but plays things close to the vest with their own feelings. paired up with garrus, who is a better turian than he thinks and is pretty goal-oriented and professional under shepard’s command, it’s hard for me to believe these two would just fall into bed with each other after only one or two conversations of known build-up (stressing “known” here is as “acknowledged feelings” but could also be notable ust, which is my hc). in my reading, these two are much better at reading others (c-sec and officer training) than themselves, and one could argue are duty-driven enough to maybe not even bring up/realize their attraction until me3 (why couldn’t garrus have been an li in me3 for new romances or mshep!!!! who tf knows!!!!!)

all those times femshepard tells garrus she loves him in me3? not really my shepard’s style..... how’s an earthborn kid who’s been a marine all their adult life and never had a family or serious relationship know how to recognize and admit love out loud? garrus himself doesn’t tell shepard he loves them till the beam run, and even then, he barely whispers it. i have to turn my freaking speakers up just to hear him. it’s hard for him to say out loud. maybe turians have different language for it, or maybe there’s a stigma, or maybe the culture’s different. i dunno! but i keep thinking about the impact it would’ve had for that to be the first time shepard says it, too. like they’ve just realized it and want to get it out because they know it’s the end. or you could get away with not saying it at all, if you pick the renegade option. or you could have them try to say it and fail! come on, isn’t that sadder?

shepard wants to say -- she doesn’t know what she wants to say. whatever great emotion she’s been holding back since that night in her cabin is stuck in her throat and refuses to form. the bay door can’t remain open for long. garrus’s skull is caked with dark blue blood, his leg bent awfully, and shepard sees a sharp, snapped edge to his armor where his spur used to be. he should be in the med bay. he needs medical attention more than he needs to be wasting time saying goodbyes.

but he won’t go, he refuses, he won’t leave her be. “shepard -- i’m still good. just give me my gun. i can still fight.” blood dribbles into his eye from a crack in his forehead. he’s crouching so low to stand that he nearly meets her height. she’s never heard him plead before.

“vakarian -- ” her voice is hoarse when she talks; her throat burns. she’s been shouting all day. she’s surprised she can still talk at all. “don’t make me give you an order.”

“that’s not fair.” he laughs desperately, a bit disbelieving. half of his visor is dangling, interface dead; his armor scorched and chipped across the carapace; and his eyes, still, are locked on hers. “don’t -- shepard. please.” she’s ever heard him plead before.

“shepard,” tali says quietly under garrus’s arm. her helmet is cracked, badly, suit ruptured in a dozen places. but shepard hasn’t heard a single complaint from her, from either of them, and she realizes in this moment that she can’t let them go on. if they followed her, they’d follow her through hell again, follow her until they dropped, and she cannot abide by that.

“we’re in this -- ” garrus coughs, badly. fresh dark blood spits up from his throat; spots hit shepard’s chestpiece. his eyes water. “we’re in this ‘till the end. shepard.”

she’s never pleaded in her life either; she will not start now. “i need.” her voice is too hoarse, too quiet; he can’t hear her over the roar of the thrusters. she swallows, tries again. “i need to know people are getting out of this alive. i need you to be one of them.” to tali: “both of you.”

garrus stares at her, lost for words. “shepard,” he whispers. he looks prepared to say something great, and she readies herself for another argument -- but then she sees the moment the fight leaves his eyes, the moment lays down his gun, and she hates herself for being relieved. “just,” he says, “make sure that includes you too.”

harbinger roars in the distance; she glances to the great white beam heading their way, then back to the bleeding pair of them, waving firmly toward the ship as she moves off the gangplank. “go! tali -- take care of him!”

she realizes belatedly that those will be logged as her final words, and the last he’ll remember her by. and then he’s gone, and so is the normandy. the moment is over and she’s missed her chance. she thinks, garrus will understand. he couldn’t say it either.

i mean that’s garbage but i like it better than shepard dropping the l-word in every romance scene! fuck! i just want a little nuance ok leave me alone

#megan talks about bw

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jasperrollswrites · 7 years ago

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Transformation Classroom Lesson VI: Sweets Time

The next in the TF Classroom series. This one was for MorganLing, and he wanted a TF into the plump Majin Buu from Dragon Ball Z. I’ve never watched DBZ, but Majin Buu has always been a cute character design to me.

I did a little bit of research and, like...as far as I can tell, Majin Buu and Satan are boyfriends, right?

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Koro-sensei wasn't exactly in a good mood.

He wasn't in a bad mood really, he was just kind of...it was hard to describe. He was laying on the floor of the classroom. He wasn't tired or anything, he just didn't...feel like doing anything. Being stuck inside this room for all this time was starting to wear on him. He wanted to go outside, fly around, do things that he used to do, but he couldn't. He had thought that the back door might just be a portal to anywhere he could use to mess around, but it seemed like the room's creator only wanted it to be used when a student was in the room.

"Nyuuuu..." he moaned. "Can't I just go outside for a little bit? I'd come right back. You know how fast I can be." Whatever the response was, it seemed to be quite a long one, as Koro-sensei laid back, not doing anything, before sitting up.

"Surely it's not that hard to just...go back?" he asked. "I could just be a millisecond. That's all I'd nee--even then?" He sighed, and fell back again.

"Okay. Okay. We'll get to ten, and then, right? That's a promise, okay?" He pointed a tentacle up at the ceiling. "A promise! Promise to me, now!" Another pause, and then Koro-sensei sat up once more. "Hey! Not fair! You better promise to me once I'm done!" He scrambled to his feet, shuffling towards the door and opening it pre-emptively. He barely even properly looked at the student - brown hair, green shirt, who cared, he had stuff to do. Just get this over with quick. He reached out with a tentacle, guiding the student into the room.

"Yes, yes, this is whatever you're looking for, come in, please, tell me your name, mine is on the board, blah blah blah." Koro-sensei rattled off, eager to get this over with. He shuffled the surprised boy into the room, sitting him down in a chair, then moved back to the front of the classroom, looking expectantly at his next student.

The student said nothing, paralyzed with the speed at which he'd been swept into the room. It was somewhat lucky that Koro-sensei had done it so quick - since he hadn't actually been in the room when he'd seen Koro-sensei, his mind wasn't being affected by the classroom, so he would've recognized the strange appearance of his apparent teacher as being truly strange, and would have probably run away screaming.

The boy had short brown hair, and was wearing a green shirt, like Koro-sensei had briefly observed, but he was now getting a better look at the kid. He seemed pretty young looking, although Koro-sensei suspected he was older than he looked - just had a naturally young appearance. He was wearing a pair of brown shorts, and some black trainers with white socks beneath. His eyes were a dark blue. If Koro-sensei was feeling rude, the word he might come up with was...generic. The shirt didn't even have a design on it. Honestly. There was an awkward silence, as the student's brain tried to catch up with what had happened in the last 10 seconds, broken by Koro-sensei slamming his tentacle down on the desk.

"Come on, come on, we don't have all day! Your name! Tell me!" he said, hardly bothering to restrain his impatience. He now noticed that student was carrying a book in his hands, held tightly against his chest. The kid slowly relaxed, setting the book quietly down on his desk, revealing the cover; The Great Book of Chocolate. It was a thick book, the hardcover suggesting it was some sort of recipe book.

The student opened his mouth, and said, somewhat timidly, "It's...Morgan."

"Great. Excellent." Koro-sensei replied. "And you want to..."

"Um...make chocolate?" Morgan offered, putting a hand on the book he'd set on the desk.

"And you want to do that because..." Koro-sensei rolled a tentacle around, gesturing for Morgan to hurry up.

"...because chocolate is nice?"

Koro-sensei looked at him, grin ever present - but there was a sense of incredulousness behind the face. He was quiet for a moment, and then...

"Good enough. Let's go." He shuffled past Morgan, heading towards the door at the back of the room. Morgan didn't move from his seat, simply turning around in his chair to look at his very impatient teacher. Koro-sensei opened the door...and was met with a brick wall.

Koro-sensei was quiet for a moment, then slowly closed the door, and turned around to look at Morgan. "Fine...I'll do it properly..." he said, and shuffled back to the front of the class.

"What was in the--" Morgan began, but was cut off by Koro-sensei, restarting the spiel.

"My name, oh venerable student, is Koro-sensei", he began, and gestured a tentacle towards the board. "I have taken the liberty of already explaining the subtle wordplay behind my name on the board, so please refer to that if you are ever confused. Now, what is your name?"

"Uh, I already told you." Morgan said. This guy was...weird.

"Yes, but I'm doing it over from the start. Please just tell me your name again."

"It's...Morgan." Morgan replied.

"Morgan. A nice name. A serviceable name. Not...far off. Alright." Koro-sensei looked down at Morgan. "So, you wish to make chocolate. Why would that be?"

"Because it's nice." Morgan said, unsure if that was what Koro-sensei wanted. Unfortunately, this did not seem to be case.

"Mmm...true, but I think you might want to think over that answer a bit more." Koro-sensei replied. "Of course, chocolate is nice, but there are lots of things that are nice that I imagine you never felt you needed to take a course to learn how to make."

"I guess so." Morgan said.

"So, I think the reason you're here is something a little deeper than 'it's nice'." Koro-sensei said. "Am I wrong?"

"I...never really thought about it all that much." Morgan said. "I just saw the sign on the noticeboard, and I thought..."

"You thought enough about it to pre-emptively buy a book on the subject." Koro-sensei replied, gesturing to the book on Morgan's desk. He began walking past Morgan once more.

"I mean...I guess I just wanna make people happy? Chocolate and sweets and stuff, that makes me happy." Morgan said. "I dunno if I'm good for much, but, maybe this might be something I'm good at."

Koro-sensei paused. Oh. This might be a bit deeper than even that...

"Not good for much? Why do you say that?" Koro-sensei asked.

"I...it doesn't matter."

Koro-sensei turned around, and came to Morgan's side. "Morgan, I think you'll find it's what matters the most." He rested a tentacle on Morgan's back in a show of comfort.

"I..." Morgan was at a loss for words. "I mean, I've never...I feel like I'm not...useful to anyone. I just...I want some kind of way to be of some kind of worth. I saw the leaflet, and I thought...I dunno. Chocolate's an easy way to make people happy, so..."

"You don't have to be useful to be worth something." Koro-sensei replied.

"What?" Morgan asked, confused by the statement.

"Your existence of inherent worth, Morgan." Koro-sensei said. "The fact that you are alive now is of worth. The idea that you should have to do something to prove that you are worthy, that you should be...allowed to exist, is a toxic one that has no place in the world of today."

Morgan was silent. He hadn't expected this from a class about making chocolate. "I...I don't know if that's true, Mr...Koro-sensei." he mumbled.

"Just Koro-sensei is fine." Koro-sensei replied. "Perhaps I'm going a bit quick for you. Why don't we get started with the lesson instead? I think you'll understand better by then." He took his tentacle off Morgan's back, and turned towards the back of the room, opening the door there.

This time, there was a kitchen inside. The room wasn't as big as the pool from before, which Koro-sensei was glad for - it would probably go down easier. Chances were it was still physically impossible for whatever building the room had manifested in, but it wasn't SO obviously impossible that someone might run away. He stepped to the side, letting Morgan see. It was a very clean looking kitchen, with everything you would expect to find in a restaurant kitchen, polished to a mirror sheen. Pots, pans, a larder, a fridge/freezer, multiple small ovens and one big one. Koro-sensei looked at it with delight.

"You didn't think we'd have a class about making food without a kitchen, did you?" Koro-sensei said, turning to Morgan, his ever present grin seeming friendly and kind. "Come on. Let's make some sweets."

Morgan picked up his book, and left his desk, walking into the kitchen. Koro-sensei shuffled in after him, closing the door behind them.

"So, we'll start with chocolate, right?" Koro-sensei said. "Hand me your book for a moment, we should find some appropriate tools and ingredients. What do you want to make?"

"Um...just some chocolate bars to start with, I think." Morgan said, handing the book to Koro-sensei.

"That should be simple enough!" Koro-sensei replied, flipping through the pages to find a recipe for a chocolate bar. "Here we are!" He set the open book down on the counter, letting Morgan look at it.

"Half a cup plus one tablespoon of cacao or cocoa powder..." Morgan read. Koro-sensei shuffled over to the larder, and opened it up. It was empty, except for a single bag of cocoa powder. Morgan kept reading off ingredients, and Koro-sensei would shuffle to find them - wherever he looked, in drawers or cupboards, the container was always completely empty except for the exact thing they required. Coconut oil, vanilla flavouring, cocoa nibs...quickly enough, they had the ingredients and equipment assembled, ready for cooking.

"Okay, now what?" Morgan asked.

"Morgan, you're supposed to be learning, aren't you?" Koro-sensei replied. "I'm really just here to make sure nothing goes wrong. What does the book say?"

"Uhh...combine the coconut oil with the vanilla...I didn't think vanilla would go into chocolate..." Morgan said, reading from the book.

"You'd be surprised." Koro-sensei replied, simply.

Morgan added the ingredients into a mixing bowl they had pulled out, stirred it a bit, then added in the cacao, and began stirring more. "It says...stir until it thickens. I mean...how thick?" he asked.

"Mmm...let me see. May I?" Koro-sensei replied, coming up behind Morgan. Morgan stepped to the side, and Koro-sensei took up the mixing bowl, curling it under one tentacle, and taking the whisk in the other. He gently placed the whisk in the bowl...and then began stirring faster than possible for a human.

The whisk sounded like a car motor, the speed Koro-sensei was stirring it at. Morgan stared, wide-eyed at the spectacle, but it only lasted for a couple of seconds before he finished. He set the mixing bowl back down. "I think that should be thick enough", he said. "Now what?"

"Uhh...it says to pour it into a flat container, and then...put it in the freezer." Morgan said.

"Excellent!" Koro-sensei exclaimed. "With the time spent waiting for that to freeze, we can make lots more treats as well!"

It was a productive few hours to say the least. Morgan himself lost track of time - he was enjoying the cooking, and he was strangely enthralled by Koro-sensei's eccentricities, the rather odd, yet effective approach he had to teaching. It was mostly just reading from the book, but Koro-sensei would have Morgan go back to previous recipes and try to do them by memory, correcting him if he went wrong.

After some time, they'd built up quite a backlog of chocolate of all kinds - bars, brownies, cupcakes. Koro-sensei had wanted to make a full chocolate cake as well, but Morgan had said that was probably a bit much for a beginner like him, and they might as well just stick with the small stuff for now.

"Now comes the best part!" Koro-sensei announced suddenly. "Eating what we've made!"

"Oh!" Morgan said, surprised. "I thought...I was just gonna take them home or something. Share them with other people."

"Oh, Morgan." Koro-sensei replied, shuffling towards the freezer they'd stored the bars in earlier. "You should learn to appreciate yourself and your work! We can make things for other people later. Right now, these are the fruits of your labour, so you should enjoy them!" He pulled the tray of chocolate bars out of the fridge - they'd already been cut into squares, although Morgan couldn't remember doing that. "Go on, take a bite. Or two. Or three." Koro-sensei offered.

"Uh...just one for now. Don't wanna get sick, haha." Morgan chuckled, breaking off a couple of squares, and throwing them in his mouth. They hit his tongue, and...

Oh, wow.

He kind of couldn't believe the chocolate was something he'd made. It tasted...really good. It was cold from having just been in the fridge yet it was still like it was melting on his tongue.

"Did I...you didn't like, swap these out for someone else's, did you?" Morgan asked.

"I'd never do something like that", Koro-sensei replied. "Why do you say so?"

"It's just...it's super good. I wouldn't expect it to be something a beginner could do." Morgan said.

"Try another piece, if you're not sure" Koro-sensei said. "I can guarantee it's what you made with your own hands." Morgan reached out, breaking off a couple more squares of chocolate...and then it really started.

It seemed it was going feet first, this time. The black trainers were getting lighter, their colour beginning to brighten, as the cuffs began to rise around his ankles, hiding the white socks from view. The material was getting shinier, smoother, as the black lightened to a pale yellow, then going towards a more ostentatious bright yellow, almost the colour of custard. His trainers had practically become boots, as the cuffs reached up to around his shins. Morgan kept breaking off squares of chocolate - he couldn't seem to stop himself. They tasted super good.

Now his socks were coming back up, rising over the cuffs of the boots, but they were darker, turning grey, dark grey, before going a solid black. The material was clinging closer to his legs, as they began to get a bit plumper...but whatever was happening there was being blocked by what was happening to his shorts.

Morgan kept breaking off chocolate and putting it into his mouth. There was a part of him that said something was wrong, that he shouldn't be eating so much chocolate, but he didn't seem to pay it much mind - the chocolate was addictive, and it was overriding everything else. His shorts were starting to puff out, getting longer, but bunching up so it didn't go too far below his knees. The brown was being washed out, turning white, as the pockets sealed up, and the material began to pleat, folding over itself. Underneath the changing clothes, his legs were getting thicker, his hips widening, and re-adjusting for what was to come.

Morgan came to the end of the big bar of chocolate. He was...amazed at himself. How had he eaten that much so quickly? He was about to say something, but Koro-sensei was already putting a tray of cupcakes in front of him. It was like the teacher had read his mind. He immediately grabbed a couple and started chowing down, finding them just as good as the bars he'd made earlier.

"Hehehe...Are you...sure these are mine?" Morgan said, his voice getting a little squeakier. "They're...mmf...they're so good."

"Yes, I'm positive they're yours." Koro-sensei replied. "Keep eating if you don't believe me, nyuruhuhuhu." He couldn't help but giggle. This was coming along very nicely.

As Morgan put the cupcakes away, his belly was starting to react to the mass of chocolate he'd pumped into it. It began to swell, pushing out into a little bit of pudge, before bloating out incredibly. His gut swelled tremendously with every cupcake he put in, causing his shirt to ride up, covering only his chest. His skin colour was deepening, going from a pale pink, to a more rosy pink, as his belly became smooth and rubbery. A belt looped itself around his belly, coming from nowhere, and tightening around it. The belt was black, with a gold buckle, and a single black letter on the buckle - a stylized M.

Koro-sensei put a tray of brownies next to the cupcakes, which were half finished. Morgan immediately started alternating, grabbing a brownie and then a cupcake. Another tray of small chocolate squares was placed next to that as well, and now Morgan was grabbing from all three. His belly kept swelling, pushing against the counter of the kitchen, and his chest was swelling now too, turning the same rosy pink colour, becoming smooth and rubbery, like his belly. His green shirt split open, as the sleeves on his arms pulled back. The collar pulled away from the shirt by itself as the shirt became darker. The bright green became a forest green, then darkened to black, with a gold trip around the edge, turning the shirt into a little vest that could barely hang on to his swelling body.

The separated collar was doing its own thing, becoming looser around his broadening shoulders. The front of the collar began to twist over itself, splitting and then joining back together, becoming tied around his neck. Meanwhile, the back of the collar was extending, filling out, cascading down over his shoulders and down his partially exposed back, as the colour went from green to a light purple, turning the collar into a cape that looked kind of silly on his expanding body.

The skin on his arms turned pinker as well, turning to that same smooth, rubbery texture, but a set of small holes opened up on his triceps. Morgan giggled at the sensation, his voice getting squeakier still. He stepped back from the counter for a bit, taking a break. It was only 5 or so seconds, but it was enough time for mittens to appear on his hands, the same custard yellow as the boots upon his feet. Morgan didn't seem to notice, as he went straight back to gobbling up the chocolate Koro-sensei had laid out for him.

His head was the last part to change, as his brown hair, what there was of it, fell off his head, falling to the floor. The skin on his face was getting just as pink and rubbery, as his cheeks swelled, fat bunching up there, making his cheeks look like a hamster's. His face was...simplifying, his nose depressing into his face, as his lips became thinner, and he closed his eyes in joy as they became small and squinty. Holes appeared around his bare forehead, and he giggled again as they came in - he seemed to let out a little gust of air from the holes on his body in joy. His ears were becoming rounder and circular, fusing to the sides of his head as the holes became bigger.

There was one last touch, as he shoveled the last of the chocolate into his mouth. Something was pushing up against the top of his head from underneath the skin. It struggled briefly, before finally breaking free - a small, tentacle like appendage, not dissimilar to Koro-sensei's own, appeared, and twitched a little bit. Koro-sensei seemed a little mesmerized by it. He gave it a touch, before looking down at the diminutive little fellow Morgan had become.

"Well, how do you feel?" he asked.

"Heeheehee! Buu feels great!" Buu said, patting his stomach with a mitten. "More chocolate please!"

"Ahh, I apologize, Majin Buu", Koro-sensei said with a bow, "but it appears you've eaten our entire stock!"

"Aww..." Buu looked downhearted as he began sort of waddling towards the exit, back to the classroom. "But Buu is reaaaaaaally hungry!"

Koro-sensei followed after him, closing the door to the kitchen behind them. "I know, Majin Buu, but I can't give you something I don't have! You'll have to go out and find snacks yourself. Maybe get yourself a nice ice cream! I'd love an ice cream. It's been too long since I had one." he lamented.

"Maybe Buu get you one too!" Buu said excitedly, rushing towards the door.

"Nyuruhuhuhu. Don't worry about your teacher, Buu. Just enjoy yourself." Koro-sensei grinned.

"Okay! See you!" Buu replied, and rushed out the door, closing it behind him.

Koro-sensei looked at the door, feeling a little deflated. He'd wanted some of the chocolate too, but...well, the student came first. Hopefully they were happier now, happier being themselves. He hoped that for all his students.

"And hey!" he exclaimed. "No mess, this time!"

#writing #transformation #transformation classroom #koro-sensei #majin buu #assassination classroom #dragon ball z

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