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I have most definitely not been having a phase

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꒰ 🎀 ꒱ mdni. ( CONTINUATION OF THREE'S NEVER A CROWD )

"just like that baby, you're doing so good," chan's voice is in your head, and its maybe the only thing that you can think of, because you're mind is blank. that's also how fucked you were, and looked.

drool all the way down your chin, your fingers sticky with someone's cum, your vision blurry so you couldn't make out who was in front of you, tear stains at the corners of your eyes, but for chan, you were a damn perfect sight.

and also for jisung, it seemed like. when your fingers moved along the length of his cock, with chan's voice guiding you, your eyes fluttered at the sight of the boy in front of you. sweaty, also fucked, and panting.

"rub the tip baby, remember ji liked it the last time you did that," chan coos, his voice full of lust and an octave low - just how you liked it.

the last time. that was a couple nights ago, when chan brought jisung home for the first time. the first time since he caught you and your boyfriend in the studio, the sight quite unbearable for him, because you swore you could see the bulge in his pants, tight against the material, and sure it made you whine.

but the moment chan called him inside, you also swore your thighs never shook like they did that night, and here you were, hands on his thighs, your fingers trailing his bare skin.

you bite your bottom lip and look up at jisung to continue. with a nod from him, his fingers come to tug on your hair, and you tilt your face to look up at him clearer. all jisung could see was you on your knees for him, and the marks chan had left at the base of your neck. he's never gotten so hard before, neither has he had someone suck and stroke his cock twice in the same night. never has he also acted this submissive in front of someone, let alone you, because all his thoughts about you were of him railing into you, his hands grabbing your waist to hold you against him, his fingers shifting in the front to help you, just for you to clench around him. and he was ashamed of it.

until that night in chan's studio, when he saw you come for chan, your centre humping and grinding against his thigh. he could see the neediness in your eyes when you turned around to look at him.

until chan asked you to sit in front of the two of you, and watch you come for chan and him — until a few nights ago, when he made you come on his fingers and he watched you take those same fingers into your mouth, and suck.

until now. the sight was unbearable, you in front of him, while chan sat next to him on the couch, and watched you rub just his tip. those circular movements driving him crazy, making him curse inwardly. his fingers move to grip the armrest, nails digging into the material as he caught the sight of chan staring at both of you. "you want to come again don't you?"

chan looks at jisung, before shifting in his seat. maybe that was the first time you looked at him — his shirt buttoned down, tie loose and sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"maybe we should use this tie on you, hm? and if you can guess whose hands are touching you, you can come."

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• The Blackened Heart • Part Two

A Han Jisung Mini Series

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Genre: Pirate SKZ

Pairing: PirateThief!Jisung x Female Captain Reader x Ex-Bandit Lino

Summary: When Y/N, Captain of the Blackened Heart, gets offered a large sum of money to deliver a thief to the Jarl of Serpent Point, she and her crew greedily accept. But while spending time with the familiar thief during their long journey back home, she realizes just how important human connection can be, even for a pirate.

Warnings: Mentions of violence/death. Several mentions of decapitation (no actual beheading occurs, just a brief mention of it). Mentions of deceased family members. Mentions of poverty/living poor. Mentions of intimacy & sex (no actual sex, just brief mentions of it). Mentions/depictions of misogyny (these were old times okay guys? women stayed home and men were set out to fight. Female pirates were rare, don't @ me for this plz). Mentions of jealousy.

** The author has left out some warnings to create an element of surprise with certain topics in/throughout this chapter. Reader discretion is advised. **

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N: I am so so SO sorry that part two has taken so long to come out! I had it completed and just needed to edit it, but for the last month I've been busy with packing and preparing to move to my first apartment, the holidays and family, fighting off a bad case of pneumonia, and more packing. We're two days away from getting the keys and then we'll be spending the next week or so moving into the new place. I wanted to post this on Christmas as a holiday gift, but like I said, I was extremely sick and spent most of my Christmas holidays in bed. Nevertheless, Part Two is here, and I'm so excited for you to read this chapter!!

As always, your feedback and suggestions are always welcome!!

Enjoy!!

Cliffpoint Hollow, the city in which the Queen of Fatewatch resided, was an absolute marvel—a haven of beauty perched on the edge of the world. The city sat atop a towering cliff, its sharp edges plunging down into the expanse of endless blue below. The sun hung low in the sky, scattering golden light across the waves, and the faint call of seagulls mingled with the hum of the docks below.

Lush greenery framed the path leading up to the city gates, a riot of flowers tumbling over stone walls as if nature itself strived to embrace this place in its hold. It was a landscape from a dream, vibrant and alive, unlike the harsh, smoked-soaked docks of Serpent Point. Here, the air was fresh, untainted by the stench of desperation. Even the castle, poised like a sentinel at the top of the cliff, seemed less like a fortress and more like a beacon of hope for those who dared brave the sea.

The sight of it filled you with a strange lightness, as if the weight you carried on the journey here had evaporated under the sun's warmth. For a fleeting moment, you could almost forget the job ahead, the lies you'd woven, and the storm waiting to break on the horizon of your future. But the glimmer of peace was deceptive, a shallow comfort before the plunge.

The journey to Cliffpoint Hollow had been a long one. The weather held up for the majority of the trip, with a small storm only hitting on the first few days at sea. The crew and you stopped briefly in Eagle's Bay so Jinn and Seungmo could see their families, a small price you were more than willing to pay to keep them happy.

During your night in Eagle's Bay, the crew and you spent all your time with the wives of Seungmo and Jinn, wrapped in warm blankets surrounded by a campfire, where everyone told stories and roasted fresh meat over the open flames. Jinn's son was a delight to be around, the world's happiest baby as Binni had called him several times, and you briefly felt yourself longing for the life your crew members had. 

You couldn't help but think that this is where you'd be yourself if everything hadn't been destroyed all those years ago. Happily married with a baby or two, living a quiet, easy-going life surrounded by those who mattered most. The thought didn't last long, as you were quick to remind yourself that you never would've forged this family without taking to life on the waters in the first place.

Still, the idea of living this lifestyle when all was said and done was appealing, and you kept yourself longing for it, if only to give you a reason to look forward to the future. 

Lord knows you needed one.

The next morning, Ophelia and Millie loaded you and your crew up with even more supplies than necessary, adding onto the mass amount you had received from Foucher the week before, and then you and the guys were off for whatever awaited for you in Cliffpoint Hollow.

The boys were happy with the supplies Foucher had provided, though Seungmo was highly suspicious of the man's intent. You had to feign your confusion around him and his observant behavior the most, acting as if you didn't know the real reason why Foucher had offered so much for such a 'minuscule job' as Jeo had once put it. Nobody else would question the way the food supply nearly tripled in size, or the new mattresses that sat atop their cots, layered with warm blankets and fluffy pillows. Seungmo was the only one to ask questions, and you feared the time you'd run out of answers.

You hated lying to your men. One of the policies you established when you sold your mother's farm and bought your first ship years ago was that honesty was the most important attribute. You couldn't have a stable crew working alongside you if your relationships with them were built on lies. However, when it came to the Jarl, and now to the thief you were fetching for him like some pack-rat, the lies were all you could offer.

You knew that what seemed like nothing short of a good deed done by the man in charge of Serpent Point and the surrounding land, was actually just the calm before the storm. Foucher likely had given you so much stuff knowing you and your crew would fail just so he could take it all back and watch the despair and utter heartbreak on your face when he did so. Hell, he'd probably kill you too if he felt right, leaving your men without a leader and your ship without a Captain; he just needed probable cause, and a failed mission like this was probable enough.

You shuddered at the thought and pushed your mind elsewhere.

There was what felt like an endless supply of beans and jerky, and Yongbokki was absolutely ecstatic with the amount of perishables and ingredients brought aboard; Foucher really did think of everything, as much as you hated to admit it. Yongbokki spent the first three months at sea experimenting in the kitchenette with the high-end food that was provided. For a man who had spent most of his youth training to be a surgeon, he sure did know how to cook up a good meal with the right ingredients. The rest of the boys and you were nothing short of grateful for all his hard work. 

The quality of the linens that were brought aboard was also unbelievable. Everything was comfy. Almost too comfy. Aside from the soft sheets, feather pillows and cushion padding applied to every single cot below deck, the crew was also gifted extra throws and decorative pillows for the common areas where everyone spent most of their time relaxing, playing games, resting and lounging about if they weren't above deck in the sun. Even the dozens of hardwood benches and chairs Binni hand crafted over the years that filled the dining room, each one extrordinarily different than the next, all got small pieces of padding fastened onto them to make meal times all the more enjoyable. 

The bathing quarters were graced with some new tubs, these much sturdier and heavier than the ones you already had, and an additional heating mechanism was hauled in by guards to add onto the old broken one you already had. Now the crew could enjoy hot baths on those particularly cold nights and not have to worry about hogging all of the warmth from the next person in line. 

It was maddening, all these changes and additions to the ship. It all felt too good to be true, and you were pained to see your crew living so lavishly and happy when you knew it wasn't going to last long. There were several moments during the trip, more often than not, when you debated taking a sword to Foucher's throat when he inevitably ended up taking everything back. You wanted your crew to live in luxury for as long as they breathed, and not being able to provide that luxury without Foucher's help was driving you crazy. 

Luckily, Lino was there by your side day in and day out, listening to you voice these frustrations after long nights in bed when your anxieties would reach an all time high. He helped talk you out of your own head, helped soothe the worries that filled your mind, and helped relax your body in every way he could when he couldn't offer anything else. He even helped plot Foucher's death a thousand different ways just to see you smile when the tears of anger grew to be too much, and you felt yourself growing more and more enamored with him as each day went on. 

You and Lino both agreed long before that whatever the two of you had was purely only physical, though you couldn't deny the feelings you had when he would come to your chambers late at night, the way he looked at you under the stars, or the way he devoured your senses each time his skin touched yours. You were becoming convinced that he was the person you would live a quiet life with back in Eagle's Bay, and the rest of the crew seemed adamant on the idea too, until the night your ship finally docked peacefully at the Cliffpoint Hollow Pier. Then everything came flooding back to you, and everything changed once again.

You had arrived in Cliffpoint early one evening. You had never been, none of the crew had, but you all heard your fair share of stories about the beautiful place.

The city was huge compared to Serpent Point, and the crowd was much more pleasant. Guards were stationed across the docks every hundred feet or so, putting a stop to all types of crimes that would've been committed daily if this was back home. Just off to the left of the docks, there was a huge market. People were happily shopping and laughing alongside each other, and unsupervised children ran about. Nobody had to worry about attempted arson, assassinations, or pickpockets here. Everybody was calm and at ease. It almost felt like you stepped into a dream, seeing as the Serpent Point docks always brought on a layer of tension the second your feet hit the wooden boards, each and every time.

Maybe it was just the memory of what happened that made it so, but you didn't want to dwell on it long enough to decipher which was true. Serpent Point was a dark, dangerous place compared to Cliffpoint Hollow.

A guard had met you and the crew at the docks as Jeo and Seungmo were anchoring down the ship, and a horse and carriage took you, Lino, Chan and Binni up to the castle where Queen Aliyah waited patiently for your arrival. 

Inside the walls of the city were even more friendly and uplifting than the docks were, if that was even possible. People were everywhere, everyone wearing smiles on their faces and enjoying their simple, yet hard-working days. Farmers held steady conversations with Shopkeepers, and a group of tall, bulky Blacksmiths were gathered around a small stall where an elderly woman was selling nothing but flowers. They were all laughing and conversing as if they were the greatest of friends, and it made your heart soar high.

Catching even the smallest glimpse of life in Cliffpoint Hollow was surreal. Never had you been to such a welcoming place before where everyone knew everyone, smiles were shared all around, and the city folk looked like they actually enjoyed working and living their lives within the walls.

Back in Serpent Point, most of the town folk wore faces of neutrality, talking of leaving the town and never looking back but not having the funds to do so. Everyone was disheartened, barely scraping by. You wished you could've stayed in this city forever. And the grins that were plastered on the faces of your men that sat around you told you they felt the same way, that they hadn't seen a place so humanly magical before either.

Lino was smiling as he eyed a small girl squealing about as she chased a butterfly down the dirt road across from you. He actually cracked a smile at someone who wasn't you or a member of your crew! The feat was astounding.

You took a moment to briefly revel in the idea of you and the crew moving here permanently. You knew Jinn and Seungmo would never leave their homeland behind, but the fantasy still brewed hot in your brain.

Maybe you'd find a handsome bard in the city pub and fall in love. Maybe a local guard would find you in a moment of distress and sweep you off your feet. Maybe you'd meet a hard-working farmer and return to the life you left behind but missed oh-so-dearly.

As much as you enjoyed life at sea, you couldn't deny the ache you felt in your chest from not having a permanent place to call home; that your home was more often surrounded by acres of water than it was land. You longed to settle down soon, on a big farm, just like your mother had done before she had you, and hopefully, with the payout from this assignment, you could follow in her footsteps one day.

You had set out at merely eighteen years old, determined to find the very thief you were being paid to deliver back to Foucher, and after this assignment was done, you'd be more than happy to return to life on a farm where you'd raise your future kids. It wasn't the most luxurious lifestyle to pursue, but it was one you knew you'd be content and satisfied with, and that was more than enough.

The sound of metal scraping against metal as the gate to the castle was slid open by the men who stood guard had brought you back to the present, your fantasies slipping away as quickly as the sunset colored the sky in oranges and purples.

For the entirety of the trip thus far, nothing had felt out of the ordinary. You were simply on yet another long-trek mission that the Jarl had sent you on, and soon, you'd return for your payment before being needed elsewhere. It wasn't your first delivery assignment, so you felt nothing but the familiar sense of duty resting in your bones as you travelled. It wasn't until you and your three men stood at the castle's front doors did the uneasiness in your stomach return.

Just beyond the doors, you'd be coming face to face with the man you've been hunting down since you were eighteen years old. The one you grew up on the farm with, who helped your mother with the gardening and joined you when it came time to feed and care for the livestock. The same boy who then up and left in the middle of the night, nothing but a note in his wake.

You hadn't seen or heard from Peter Han II in six years. You knew him as Jisung Han, his birth name, but he was quick to change it after leaving the farm, and you, behind. It was easier than you expected to get used to it. Him changing his name made it easier for you to disassociate yourself from him. Jisung was the man you fell in love with, meanwhile, Peter was nothing but a lowly thief, a murderer. Referring to him as his alias made it easier to bear the idea of the death that waited for him back in Serpent Point.

He was the whole reason you set out to live at sea in the first place. The reason you sold your late mother's farm and bought your first ship. He was the one who taught you how to fight, how to love, and now, how to hate. If it weren't for the large sum of money Foucher had waiting for you in the treasury back home, you'd walk into the cell Jisung was being held in and slice his throat yourself.

A bubble of anger released itself in your system at the thought, causing you to tense up as the four of you were now being guided through the castle halls to meet with the Queen. Lino's hand resting on the small of your back protectively was the only thing keeping you grounded.

When you finally reached the doors to Queen Aliyah's common room, you were practically seething just from simply thinking about Jisung and what his family did. Lino eyed you cautiously with a raise of his brow, silently checking in to make sure you were okay. You let out a shaky breath in an attempt to calm yourself and simply nodded.

Lino was the only one who knew the truth. Despite only being a part of your crew for less than a year, he was the only one who knew the real you, who knew of your past, who knew what happened all those years ago back on the farm. As soon as Foucher had mentioned Jisung's existence back in Serpent Point, Lino was almost as shocked as you were.

He knew of the love you and the thief had once shared, how you and Jisung were supposed to exchange vows before Jisung up and left in the middle of the night to stow away. He knew that Jisung had left behind nothing but his ring and a note that only said he was sorry and that he needed to be free.

Jisung always dreamed of being an adventurer, and you would've followed him to the ends of the world and further, if not for his father and the blood the Thieves Den spilled in your village a month after Jisung's disappearance. Now you wanted nothing more than his head on a fucking pike for what he and his family did to your mother.

Lino was the only one who knew, and he was the only one who helped you heal emotionally in ways no other man ever could. Yes, he was indebted to you for pulling him out of the sea and granting him a life better than his years as a bandit, but you were indebted to him as well. Even though romantic feelings were non-existent between the two of you, Lino still sensed your every feeling, caught onto every hitch of breath you breathed, and responded to every movement you made in a way that made you feel so safe it was almost too intimate.

So, when he noticed your hands clenched into fists at your sides, your nails digging into the skin of your palm hard enough to once again break the skin, he ran his thumb soothingly up and down your spine and turned his head so his mouth was pressed just above your ear.

"Do you think Foucher would be disappointed if we beheaded the thief here and then left him behind to rot? We could use the extra time in town to grab a drink from that pub we passed on the way up here instead. I hear the owner makes a mean raspberry custard."

You couldn't help but let out a small laugh as Lino's brutal words, causing the bandit to smirk into your scalp as his hand on your back continued to relax you. The sound of your laughter was enough to set his body at ease.

"As good as a raspberry custard sounds right now, I think a chest of gold and stolen goods is more up your alley, don't you think?" You chided back, smiling up at him. Lino rolled his eyes before the smirk on his face settled down into a look of concern.

"Are you sure you want to do this? I can go in there and fetch him for you if you'd prefer. I'll take him right down to the ship and lock him up in the pits so you don't have to lay an eye on him at all."

You gave Lino a soft, appreciative smile and shook your head.

"I'm sure Li. Believe me, I've been waiting a long time for this."

Jisung lay sprawled across the unforgiving concrete floor of the jail cell, his head resting against the rough wall as he stared at the ceiling above. His gaze was vacant, tracing the mismatched stones above like they held the answers to all the questions weighing on his mind. One hand rested on his chest, rising and falling with each steady breath, while the other idly spun a golden ring around his index finger—a nervous habit he couldn't quite shake.

This was the fifteenth time today that he'd counted the four hundred and eighty-two stones that made up the ceiling,  and if he had to do it a sixteenth, he thought he might actually lose his mind. He'd been in this cell for what felt like an eternity, but the little tally marks carved into the wall above where he lay his head at night told him it was only—he lifted his head to count— day two-hundred and forty three of his imprisonment. He could've escaped on day seventy-eight if he'd wanted to—his skills were more than sufficient—but something kept him tethered to this cell.

Or rather, someone.

Queen Aliyah's cryptic words echoed in his mind, teasing his curiosity. It was at the start of his second month in jail when she had come to him late one night, descending into the dungeons, her regal presence an anomaly in the damp, dark space.

"Foucher has sent a crew. They're coming to take you back to Serpent Point, and I think you'll be interested to see who leads them." she had said, her lips curling into a smile that was far too knowing. "I'm smart enough to know you can escape this jail cell whenever you want, Jisung, but this crew was chosen specifically for you, so hopefully you'll accept the hospitality and await the reunion before planning your escape."

Jisung was taken back at first at the use of his real name. He hadn't heard that name in years, had stopped responding to it long ago. Foucher must've informed Queen Aliyah of who he really was. 

Jisung's chest had tightened at the realization, but he refused to let the Queen see the flicker of unease that crossed his face. Instead, he'd scoffed, muttering something flippant about the Queen's meddling, but her parting smirk had lingered long after she disappeared back up the stone staircase.

In all his years as an adventurer, a thief, he'd never made many friends, so he was curious as to who was sent to be his escort back home. It was the curiosity that held him in the cell, day in and day out, awaiting your arrival, eager to see the poor bastard who had to transport him back to his death.

"Someone from my past," he murmured now, his thumb still spinning the ring absentmindedly. His mind reeled, cycling through fragmented memories. Could it be an old ally? A rival? Whoever it was, would they recognize Jisung? Would he recognize them? If they were sent by Foucher, surely it was someone he was familiar with, someone from back home.

The sound of the cellar door suddenly creaking open snapped him out of his thoughts. His body went rigid, ears straining as boots echoed against the stone floor in the distance.

"Your Majesty," a guard greeted, his voice loud enough to silence the murmurs of other prisoners. Jisung didn't move, feigning indifference as excitement and dread warred within him.

He thought back then to all his childhood friends, most of whom made it onto the Jarl's guard line, and he wondered which one of them would be awaiting for him at the Serpent Point docks. Would they feel guilty delivering him to his death, or would they simply act as if they didn't know who he was? Would any of them vouch for him, try to plead with the Jarl to spare him from a painful end, or would they simply stand by and watch his head detach from his body?

Would he get to see you?

The last thought was shaken from his mind as quickly as it came. He returned back to your mother's farm years ago, ready to apologize and beg you to give him another chance, but he was found facing strangers who claimed you up and left the city. There was no way you'd stay in Serpent Point now that your mother was gone and you sold her farm. You were probably far away by now, living in a nice house on a bigger farm with a kind husband, raising your children together.

The thought made him feel sick.

He bit his lip as his thoughts began to darken, thinking back to the last time he saw you, the last time he saw your mother before her dead body fell to the ground before him. Jisung took a deep breath and bit the inside of his cheek, willing the thoughts, the memories, to stop.

He heard hushed whispers among the other prisoners as the Queen approached his cell, her entourage trailing behind her. Their footsteps grew closer, and his pulse quickened despite himself. When her voice rang out, addressing him directly, it was sharp and commanding. 

"Peter Han II."

Why had she switched back to using his alias after addressing him differently for all these months?

Jisung grimaced before lifting himself from the hard stone. He tried to stretch out a kink in his upper back, turning to lean against the wall where his head was pressed a moment before. He attempted to act nonchalant in his actions, but his nerves were making his skin vibrate with anticipation.

"Ah, and here I thought you'd forgotten all about me, Your Majesty," he drawled, his voice laced with sarcasm. The Queen's lips twitched in amusement, but her eyes were cold.

"Your ride has arrived."

The Queen then smiled almost mischievously at him, as if whoever it was who stood just out of his view was part of an inner joke he wasn't aware of. He briefly wondered if Foucher had made the trip himself and was going to enter the cell just to behead him right here and now. His breath caught in his throat, barely allowing him the ability to swallow the pool of saliva that built up on his tongue.

Queen Aliyah nodded at someone and stepped aside, allowing two of her guards to then unlock his cell and enter it cautiously. Jisung watched the two men step inside, one carrying a thick rope while the other held a sharp dagger, his body on high alert. The one with the rope motioned with his finger for Jisung to come forward, and after eyeing the dagger that glittered in the dim light, Jisung obeyed. He wasn't looking to die today.

He slid himself forward and allowed the guards to pull his hands around to his back before looping the hard rope around Jisung's strong figure.

The guard tied the rope around Jisung's body hard enough to prevent Jisung from moving, but loose enough to allow circulation to continue to flow to his limbs. They must've trusted him, or they at least knew he was smart enough to not attempt an escape now that the Queen and her guards were here.

Jisung then watched as Queen Aliyah stepped aside once more, murmuring something to someone before four figures emerged from the shadows, entering the room one by one.

The first, to his utter surprise, was Cristoff, Jarl Foucher's son. He hadn't seen the man in almost seven years, not since he had visited Fort Foucher for a small delivery, and yet, he could pick him from a crowd anywhere. Even though the long brown hair Cristoff had once adorned was now clipped short, his strong jawline, thick nose and big brown eyes were a dead giveaway.

Jisung was curious as to when Cristoff had decided to leave his fathers side, and more importantly, why. He could tell by the ragged clothing and curved sword at Cristoff's hip that he had taken to life on the sea. No one in the royal family would be caught dead in rags; the Jarl wouldn't allow it from anyone under his roof. Cristoff didn't so much as blink in Jisung's direction, his expression unreadable.

The second to enter was another male, shorter than Cristoff but visibly bigger. His figure was burly and bulky, and where Cristoff's face was set into a neutral line, this man's face was cocky, a smirk settled on his lips as he entered the room and stood off to the side. His muscles looked to be the size of Jisung's head, and Jisung felt as if this man could break his body in two if he really tried. The outfit he wore signified he was most likely the artilleryman of the ship that brought the crew overseas, or was that the outfit of a common boatswain nowadays? Jisung wasn't entirely sure anymore, and he didn't get much of a chance to dwell on the matter before a third male stepped into the room.

This one was the one Jisung was instantly wary of. With dark brown strands of hair falling across his forehead, barely masking the menacing pink scar that sliced through the left side of his face, mixed with the stone-cold glare permanently etched into his features, this particular male oozed danger. Lean, scarred, and dangerous, Jisung deduced that the man had been in his fair share of battles. He looked oddly familiar to Jisung, but he couldn't quite place where he'd known this man from.

The male had his arms crossed tightly over his chest, a dagger in each hand, folded beneath his armpits. His jaw was clenched hard, his mouth set in a thin line, and his stare never left Jisung's. It made Jisung's skin crawl.

If looks could kill, he'd be absolutely slaughtered by now.

Then, as the last person entered the room, Jisung froze completely. His eyes locked onto you, his breath catching in his throat. He was astounded at first, nearly letting out a scuff of disbelief.

You were a vision of defiance, your dark hair streaked with red and adorned with beads that glittered in the dim lighting. You carried yourself with the authority of a captain, and the crew's subtle shifts—straightened postures, quiet deference—confirmed your position. Jisung couldn't believe that the captain set to take him back across the seas was a female.

Female's were meant to be the ones at home, taking care of the house while the husbands were away. They weren't made to commandeer ships, lead their crew into battle or thieve other pirates from around the globe, and yet, here one was. The first female pirate he had ever set his sights on.

The longer he stared at you, the smaller his eyes became, squinting at you in suspicion. He knew those eyes, that nose, those lips. He knew your face anywhere, and yet, you seemed like such a stranger to him that he wasn't one hundred per cent sure of his silent allegations.

Jisung watched you quietly as you conversed with the three males who entered before you.  It had to be you. There was no way it wasn't.

The short strands of blonde hair you used to style in braids every day now hung in long black waves across your chest and down your back, a strip of red fabric tied tightly across your forehead in typical pirate fashion. Expensive beads held strands together in small, messy braids, and those eyes still pierced him to the core. The smile you once wore religiously was now pulled into a sharp scowl, hardened by years of survival. Dirt covered your clothes, remnants of the adventures you've been on, and Jisung was briefly brought back to the life he once shared with you on your mother's farm where the two of you met.

Memories of laughter, stolen kisses and whispered promises flooded his mind like a tidal wave, stealing the air from his lungs, and clashing against the harsh reality of the present.

It was definitely you. It had to be.

Jisung watched silently as the man with the scar stepped closer to you, closer than any regular crew member should be to their captain, and Jisung sensed something between the two of you. Unspoken, of course, but it was still there. As you moved, the male moved with you, like a shadow. It made an unfamiliar feeling rise in Jisung's stomach, one he hadn't felt in years. It was something akin to... Jealousy? Envy?

He tried to push the feeling out of his system. If it truly was you, he had no right feeling that way to any male that stood close to you. He was the one who left you in the first place.

He was the one who snuck from your shared bed one night and delved back into the life of adventure one last time with nothing but a flimsy note left behind. It was a cruel, harsh way to leave someone you loved, but he had no other choice.

Then, all of a sudden, you spoke, and Jisung swore he saw angels cloud his vision.

The voice. That voice.

The voice of his conscience, his voice of reason. The one who brought him back to reality when he found himself stuck in a loop of anxiety, the one who whispered dirty things into his ear while the two of you had made love each and every night back on the farm, the voice he dreamed about continuously, hoping against hope that when he woke, he'd be back in your bed, you curled in his arms sleeping soundly, peacefully by his side. He'd do anything to go back to that day, and each morning when he rose from his slumber, he was hit with the earth-shattering realization that that possibility was gone.

You were gone.

And yet, you were right here in front of him.

You didn't even acknowledge him directly, your attention focused on the Queen.

"This him?" you asked, your voice steady but laced heavily with irritation. You still had yet to even look his way and Jisung suddenly felt desperate to meet your eyes.

"Yes," Queen Aliyah replied. "He's all yours."

You turned, your gaze finally meeting his, but there was no recognition in your eyes. Only cold indifference. You gave him a brief once over, a look of utter disdain on your face as if you were staring into the eyes of a dead fish rather than the man you once loved so dearly.

Jisung nearly whimpered from the hard, cold stare you spared him.

"Very well," you said, your tone brisk. "Bin, Chan, load him into the carriage. Lino and I will meet you at the ship," you commanded. 

Jisung's wrists were quickly seized before he could even steady himself, the male's grip firm as they hoisted Jisung up off the cold floor. Jisung recognized the name 'Chan', as it was one Cristoff often used when he was out and about in town and didn't want visitors to know his royal ranking. The bulkier male, who Jisung assumed was the one you called Bin, let out a whistle as he appraised Jisung like a blacksmith sizing up faulty metal.

"This the infamous thief everyone's been losing their minds over?" Bin asked, nudging Chan/Cristoff with his elbow. "Doesn't look like much. I could snap him like a twig."

"You could snap a lot of things, Bin," you said, already heading for the exit. "Unfortunately, your ego keeps getting in the way." You let out a soft chuckle, the sound music to Jisung's ears. It was the same, gentle laugh you used to use on him when he did something stupid, like singing off-key in the middle of the living room. Another stab of jealousy hit Jisung in the gut knowing that laugh was reserved for someone else now.

Jisung remained quiet as Bin laughed in response, the sound boisterous and loud, echoing off the stone walls. "What can I say, Captain? It's not my fault I'm built like a God." He flexed one arm theatrically, and Chan rolled his eyes.

"You mean a lumbering ox," Chan then chimed in, smirking as he adjusted the ends of Jisung's restraints. "Bin's more like a dog—big, noisy, and drooling for attention."

"Oi!" Bin shot back, mock outrage painted across his face. "I am the finest dog you've ever seen, mate. Admit it—you're just jealous of my charm."

"Your charm?" Chan then raised a skeptical brow. "Is that what you call it when you trip over your own feet trying to impress the tavern wenches?"

Jisung caught the subtle curve of your lips as you listened to the two men bicker, though you didn't break your stride as you led everyone to the opposite door in which you came. It was the door that would lead everyone back outside where two more guards stood watch. "Keep it up, boys, and I'll leave both of you to escort our prisoner back to Serpent Point yourselves."

That was enough to silence them—for a moment. Chan merely huffed, his grip tightening slightly on Jisung's arm as if to remind Jisung of the power he held.

Trailing behind you, Lino walked in silence, his presence quieter but no less commanding. He carried a small pouch of supplies at his waist, his movements efficient and purposeful. At one point, Jisung watched him lean closer to you, his voice low. 

"You alright?" he had asked.

"I'm fine," you reassured him, resting your hand on his arm. You spared Jisung a quick glance before returning your gaze back to Lino. "Let's just get him to Foucher and be done with it."

The ease of your tone with Lino sent a sharp pang through Jisung's chest. There was something intimate about the way you spoke to him—not in words, but in the space between them. It was different from how you talked to the others. Private. Trusting.

Lino seemed to sense it too, his expression softening just slightly as he replied.

"If you need me to handle anything, just say the word."

"Thanks," you murmured back, your gaze ahead but your voice carrying the weight of appreciation.

Jisung felt his jaw tighten as he watched the interaction. He couldn't stop himself from comparing it to the way you used to speak to him—your voice gentle, full of quiet laughter and unspoken promises. Now, it felt like those pieces of you had been locked away, shared with someone else who wasn't him.

Bin's voice cut through the moment, loud and carefree.

"You know, Captain, I'm starting to think you secretly like it when I flex." He flexed his arms again for good measure, earning groans from both Chan and Lino.

"I like it about as much as I like barnacles on the hull," you shot back dryly, though there was a glimmer of amusement in your eyes.

"Still counts as a compliment," Bin said, winking at Chan.

"Do us all a favour and stop before you hurt yourself," the taller man deadpanned, shaking his head.

Jisung barely registered the teasing banter; his focus remained fixed on you. Each interaction was a study in contrasts. With Cristoff, it was lighthearted and easy, full of jabs that bordered on familial. With Bin, you allowed his harmless flirting to roll off you, meeting it with your own sharp wit. And with Lino—

With Lino, it was something else entirely.

As they continued across the courtyard, Jisung couldn't help but notice how Lino stayed close to you, always within arm's reach. It wasn't possessive, but protective. Quietly assured.

It stung more than he wanted to admit.

By the time they reached the castle entrance again, the banter had settled into a hum of energy as the group moved towards the waiting carriage. Jisung's mind raced, torn between the past and the present. You were so different now, and yet he couldn't stop searching for the traces of the person you used to be.

But even as he tried to piece it all together, one thought continued to gnaw at him:

What the hell had happened to you while he was gone?

He longed to reach out and touch you, to rush forward and grab your hand, hold you the way he once had, probably better than that bandit ever could, but he couldn't. Not after what he did. He left you behind and now you were here to deliver him to his death; a death he so rightly deserved.

Jisung knew his thievery would catch up to him one day, that Foucher would soon have his head for the crimes he and the Thieves committed against the Jarl and Serpent Point, but he never in a million years would have suspected Foucher would have his own illegitimate daughter to be the one to deliver him, the one he was still hopelessly in love with at that.

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𓇢 𓆸 Kiestrokes 2024 Wrapped

Tagged by @beomcoups since Tumblr is no longer doing the end of year stats like they used to, passing around this template or sorts. You can read hers here!

Honestly, just thank you to everyone who was kind to me this year. It has been a truly difficult year (I am tired of saying this for the last five years tbh). To all my moots on here that took time out of their busy lives, to give to me are beyond the value of the word of appreciated. I am not here for fame, but for friendship and fandom chaos and I am glad I have found some fellow souls.

My Most Popular Fic of 2024

Baby, I'm a shadow of you • SVT x 279 notes • Dec 13 2024

My Last Fic of 2024

Selfish Waltz • ATEEZ • 223 notes • Nov 29 2024

My Longest Fic of 2024

Say My Name • ATEEZ • 171 notes • Oct 19 2024

My Personal Favorite of 2024

Stardust • SVT • 147 notes • Dec 4 2024

My Favorite Fics that I Have Read in 2024

Most of mine are on ao3, sorry not sorry.

𖤓 heads or tails by liknow 𖤓 hands-on learning by dawnshine 𖤓 to love and to cherish by bulletbulletbullet 𖤓 Let It Happen (It's Gonna Feel So Good) by sinchun 𖤓 ace by @gyuzgrl 𖤓 Perv Best Friend by @moonjxsung 𖤓 if only by @hyunfilms 𖤓 Nerves by @j-a-nuary 𖤓 Christmas Delights by @chans-room

My Top Statistics of 2024

Total Notes: 12, 468 | Original posts counted 548/7918 (7370 reblogs) Get your stats here! Total Words Written: 29, 629 Top Muses: Lino probably wins this year, but in no particular order.

My Top Tracks of 2024

Poison by NCT Dream

Brighter by Paramore

Got Me Started by Troye Sivan

Clarity by 24KGOLDN

Give Me The Future by Bastille

360 by Charli XCX

XXL by LANY

Yes or No by Jungkook (listen...this song is the sole reason Shadow!Gyu still exists, anytime I hear it I want to dive back into the story)

O (Circle) by ONEW

Patasas de Ahogado by LATIN MAFIA ft. HUMBE

Goals for 2025

𖤓 Find a better work to social life to health to creating balance. 𖤓 Post more "imperfect" works, don't ruminate over them so much that it loses the spark for me. 𖤓 Read more.

Non-obligatory Tagging: @minisugakoobies @mochilatae @chans-room @amethystwrytes @btsgotjams27 @eureka-its-zico @still-with-koo @prettywordsyouleft @hwaslayer @hobivore

[chans-room]

chans-room 2024 wrapped

I'm gonna be so real and tell y'all 2024 was not my year for writing lol. I posted 3 fics + a few smau chapters and have so many wips I wish I had gone back to but I'm grateful for every one of you I've interacted with this year 🖤

Most Popular Fic

Good Boy • 1,362 notes

Last and longest fic

Christmas Delights • 67 notes

Personal Favourite

Lost in Translation • 19 notes

Stats

9,682 notes

356 original posts

6,027 reblogs

6,383 total posts

40,473 total words written

25 new wips • 40 ongoing wips • 3 posted

Top Muses

These three were the biggest menaces to my sanity this year 🫠

Top Songs

Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter

Railway by Bang Chan

Slash by skz

Bleeders by Black Veil Brides

Lexapro Skater by HummusVacuum

Foundations of Decay by MCR

Disease by Lady Gaga

Goals for 2025

Be unashamed of my ideas and don't self edit them to be more palatable for others

Finish one wip a month

Make more connections with other writers

Read more in general

Write my fucking book 🫠

Final thoughts

2024 was a lot but I found myself surrounded by some of the most supportive mfs around and I just wanted to share my appreciation for the mutuals who made this a true banner year 🖤

@kiestrokes is my drift compatible bestie, the Mingyu to my Hoshi, the Hobi to my Jimin, the Lino to my Han, the orange cat to my black cat, I love you and I'm so grateful for our friendship 🖤 I hope 2025 brings us more unhinged vnotes, more personal attacks based on unsuspecting biases, and more chaos. I wish you were closer every fucking day so I could show up at your house with snacks and movies but alas, the gods knew we'd be too powerful if we were any closer.

@minttangerines encourages my utter buffoonery, reminds me that my ideas aren't insane, and asks the best questions. I always appreciate getting your input and I love the way that your questions force me to look deeper into what I'm writing and I'm so glad we got closer this year and I stopped being scared of you 🖤 I hope 2025 brings us more deep lore, unhinged ideas, and some justice for my once-saltburn-but-now-not au 🫡

@eureka-its-zico and I are two clowns in one canoe with no oars, stuck in the middle of thirst lake trying to get home from the land of delusion but there's no one else I'd rather be aimlessly floating with 🖤 I hope 2025 brings you a fucking break brings us more laughter, wips, and fantasy shit we both obsess over

@j-a-nuary has been one of my favourite writers for like a decade years and I'm so glad we became friends. You're one of the only people who understands all the kpop hag shit I say bc you were in the trenches too all those years ago and I appreciate that sooooooooo much 🖤 I hope 2025 brings us more of an overlap in our schedules and a block b comeback bc holy shit we deserve it

@minisugakoobies is one of the sweetest, most genuine, encouraging people I've ever interacted with and I love the random kernels of inspiration you bring us in the gc. Luce calls us the light line but you really are a beacon of kindness in this kpop-sphere that I appreciate so much 🖤 I hope 2025 brings us more brainrot, more inspiration, and more positivity

[nico-nico-suavecito]

The Weeds Grow Anyway Update

June 13, 2024

Last night I printed some test prints of the cover's two lino layers to make sure they registered together correctly. Then this morning I went into Ladyfingers Letterpress to print the first layer on their risograph machine (so grateful to them 🥹), which will will provide the color for the moon, the title, the dandelion, and accents on the dandelion leaves.

I was a little nervous because I'm unfamiliar with risograph and the drying time for the ink, but I'm pleased to find that it has almost dried completely, so we should be ready to print the green/grass layer tomorrow on the Vandercook press at The Press at Colorado College (also so grateful to them! I've been printing this book through a residency provided by the press). I need to clean up the lino a little bit tonight, but until then, I'm going to take a little time to get outside and go swimming.

It's been a challenging week between all the carving and test printing. Tiger balm is my best friend. And printing the many copies on the press tomorrow might be tough, but I know I can do it! 💪 It's been so exciting to see it come together, and I'm really pleased with how it's going!

If you want your own copy, you can preorder one on my website!

[shannonsamuel]

Week 04+5 - Analysing Artistic Traditions and Lineages

Note down important personal discoveries from today’s tutorial, with relevance to the topic and key phrases. Document evidence of your class activity, and reflect further: What would you have done differently? What other references are noteworthy? How can you apply the lessons learned? 

For week 4’s lesson we were asked to go to the Singapore National Gallery. We headed there and took pictures of the artworks, most of which were made in the 1900s. We were specifically told to look out for a painting called National Language Class (1959) by Chua Mia Tee. The painting shows a classroom with students of various ethnicities learning the Malay language, which was then the official national language. During this period, all Singaporeans, including Chinese and Indian communities, were required to learn Malay. I feel that even though this initiative by the Singapore government aimed to establish a national identity to unite the nation and make them feel like one, it could’ve made the Chinese and Indians amongst Singapore feel like they were unwelcome.

During our week 5 class activity, we were then told to look at art pieces that had contextually interesting information. It could also have some historical significance behind them. The three artworks that were mentioned were The Chinese Puppet Theatre, Chinese Ink and Colour on paper, and Montien and SAM’s performance art relic. In the first artwork, “The woodblock series can be seen as a documentation of the vanishing trades and cultural practice in a rapidly developing nation.” That also shows the form of art being taken into today’s society as lino is still a method of art that is being used until today. Moreover, the 2D perspective of Chinese art is showing the contrast between that and European art. We then looked at the last art piece which shows two weighing scales. One upright and the other one upside down. We thought that it was referencing the state of today’s society. The weighing scales referencing how people judge art, especially in art institutions where people judge freely. The difference between the two weighing scales in my opinion is the freedom of space that people have to judge.

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Citations:

Accessed 10 September 2024.

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Samuel, Shannon. Class slides and documentation of the painting by Chua Mia Tee, National Language Class. Accessed 10 September 2024.

Samuel, Shannon. Class slides activity where we looked at other art works and analysed them . Accessed 10 September 2024.

[flashvintage]

Cris Miró

New Post has been published on https://flashvintage.co.uk/2024/05/22/cris-miro/

Cris Miró

Cris Miró (16 September 1965 – 1 June 1999) was an Argentine entertainer and media personality with a brief but influential career as a top-billing vedette in Buenos Aires’ Revista theatre scene during the mid-to-late 1990s. Miró began her acting career in the early 1990s in fringe theatre plays and later rose to fame as a vedette at the Teatro Maipo in 1995. For years, she hid her HIV-positive status from the press until her death on 1 June 1999 due to AIDS-related lymphoma.

As Jorge Perez Evelyn in the ’70s, Cris was also a travesty celebrity in Argentina. She caused a media sensation and paved the way for the visibility of the transgender community in local society. Nevertheless, her figure was initially questioned by some members of the burgeoning Travesti activism movement, who resented the unequal treatment she received compared to most trans people. She is now regarded as a symbol of the Argentine 1990s.

  In the late 1980s, Miró met theatre director Jorgelina Belardo at Bunker—a popular gay club in Buenos Aires—who asked her to join a theatrical production group that Belardo had formed with Juanito Belmonte. Belardo became Miró’s close friend and artistic director, while Belmonte worked as her press agent. Working with them, Miró made her fringe theatre debut in the plays Fragmentos del infierno—based on a text by Antonin Artaud—and Orgasmo apocalíptico, which focused on sexuality issues more explicitly. Before her career as a vedette, Miró made film appearances in Fernando Ayala’s Dios los cría (1991) and Luis Puenzo’s La peste (1992), based on Albert Camus’ novel of the same name.

In 1994, Miró went to a casting call at Teatro Maipo, one of the most important venues in the Buenos Aires revue theatre scene (in Spanish teatro de revistas), a widely popular genre at the time. She only presented herself as a female once on stage, performing a strip tease to a Madonna song. Producer Lino Patalano immediately cast her as a vedette for his show Viva la Revista en el Maipo, which premiered in 1995 and quickly made her a celebrity. Miró appeared on Mirtha Legrand’s famous television program, where guests have lunch with her and are interviewed. That broadcast is now infamous for the uncomfortable questions that Legrand asked Miró, such as her dead name or if “it bothers you that people know that you are a man”. At that time, questions like these were common to transgender guests on television but are negatively assessed in retrospect.

  Legacy:

After gaining popularity as a vedette, Miró became a national media sensation for the perceived gender-bender aspects of her image and is considered a symbol of the postmodern era in Argentina. As the first Argentine travesty to become a national celebrity, she has been considered the “first trans icon of the country”. Miró’s presence meant a change in the Argentine show business of the era and popularized transgender and cross-dressing acts in Buenos Aires’ revue theatrical scene. As such, she is regarded as a symbol of the social milieu of the Argentine 1990s and an icon of the decade. She paved the way for other Argentine travestis and trans women to gain popularity as vedettes, most notably Flor de la V, who described her in 2021 as the “first trans [person] that the public recognized as an artist” and a “shooting star that lasted only a short time on earth [but] will continue to illuminate the way forever.” In an interview with Revista NX in 1997, Miró reflected on her impact:

I am very grateful for what is happening to me, and this has helped open doors for other people. (…) But I do not forget many people who were there and tried, who worked a lot and continue to do so. This regarding the commercial circuit. But it was also important because of all the prejudice that existed around travestis, who were related to [street prostitution], or with the transformistas (…). I think that in a few years these beliefs changed a lot. I do not claim all this myself, but I do know I did my bit because the doors were opened to me, and I always said that those open doors were also going to open for other people and that was the most important thing. [The arrests and torture of travestis] give me feelings of horror. I feel sorry for these things that happen in the country, although this reality occurs in other places. (…) … I have also experienced those abuses. Going down the street and having problems with the police, with other people; being at the doorstep of an apartment waiting for a taxi to come and being afraid that a patrol car will come and take me away. Some years ago I thought I was never going to live this Argentina of achieving rights or respect. For example, that a transsexual is given her documents in accordance with her sexual identity. But everything has a cost. There have been many travestis who are no longer with us, who are imprisoned, who are taken into custody daily, all so that today other people can walk more freely on the street.

Miró’s rise to fame in the mid-1990s was a watershed moment in the visibility of transgender identities in Argentine society, as it increased the visibility of the transgender community in the national media scene and opened a debate about their marginalized living conditions.But, although the rise to the celebrity of Miró happened in parallel to the political organization of travesties and the visibility of their activism, she never took part in the movement; she was initially criticized by many of its members, who resented the unequal treatment she received compared to the neglected travesty prostitutes.[3] They also criticized Miró for embodying the “patriarchal mandate” that trans women should look like an idealized vision of “the perfect woman”. In this sense, she evidenced the desire of thousands of men for the new travesti bodies, with anthropologist Josefina Fernández claiming that: “the exchange that Cris Miró makes while living from her job as a vedette, as a body inserted in a market, does not differ from the exchange that a [travesti street prostitute] is forced to make to survive.” Reflecting on her death, feminist scholar Mabel Bellucci argued in 1999 that Miró’s acceptance was an attempt by “the system” to try to show that there was not so much discrimination, presenting her as “the exception to the rule” and encapsulating her in a role that prevented her from creating ties with her [travesti] peers. She wrote: “If this had meant a greater democratization of the travesti movement she could have achieved a greater recognition of rights.” Biographer Carlos Sanzol reflected in 2016:

Cris was somehow both a “beneficiary” and victim of machismo. A beneficiary because she represented the model of “womanhood” that the imaginary of misogyny seeks: the femme fatale, the objectified woman. And a victim because the macho discourse excludes everything that is far from the canon of virility. Seventeen years after her death, these values still persist in Argentine society with their worst facet: femicides.

A portrait photograph of Miró is displayed since 2019 at the Museo Casa Rosada as part of the exhibition Íconos Argentinos (English: “Argentine Icons”).

Her death is featured in the plot of Camila Sosa Villada’s 2019 award-winning novel Las Malas. The novel’s trans main characters mourn her, regarding her as “the Evita of travesties.”

In June 2021, an Argentine producer announced that a biographical television series on Miró was in the making, potentially released via Netflix the following year.

[k00294033]

Movement

Print workshop 8th Jan 2024

Aerodynamic / Make it Move Faster.

Last week I attended the print workshop with Susannah. In the workshop, we worked on two types of print, one in which we carved into lino and one in which we used foam pieces to create a raised print.

As I'm focusing on aerodynamic movement and how we can make things move faster, I focused my prints on the front part of an F1 car, which channels air to allow the car to move quicker. Then the second part of my prints focused on a form of a 'vortex'. this is the spiral image above.

I preferred my spiral prints over the car ones as I feel the spiral fit the print format better than the F1 car image I made. overall I do feel the combined prints create a great sense of movement which portrays the elements of aerodynamics that I am focusing on.

I enjoyed the workshop and feel it gave me a good basis for the rest of my project. I feel I fully nailed down how I was going to depict my theme of movement in this workshop