#more like a phone full of apps than a program that can do everything

[aiweirdness]

ChatGPT can generate Magic Eye pictures!

At least according to ChatGPT.

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They're so everything to me

I stole both of the poses from a drawing the user tacodemuerte on Instagram did (they drew it better than me tho)

Speedpaint under the cut (WARNING: flashing imagery)

If you by chance noticed that I posted like one speedpaint besides a drawing I did and never did it again, it's because making speedpaints in firealpaca is A PAIN IN THE ASS. Unlike with other apps like ibis paint or procreate it's not something that it just does automatically for you. No instead you have to manually start a speedpaint and save it as a file on your computer. But of course it isn't just as simple as that no no, you have to manually end the recording as well and export it as a gif, and if you don't the speedpaint isn't going to be able to be opened. That means that if you plan to close the program you need to end the recording and start a new one the next time you start up again, and you better hope your program doesn't crash because the actual drawing might be auto saved but the recording sure as hell won't!

And believe it or not I don't really finish full render drawings in one sitting. But the thing is that even if I did I still wouldn't be able to have only one recording because if you keep it recording for too long the file will crash when you try to end it and your speedpaint will be lost forever, so you have no other choice but to have multiple short parts of it

And an important piece of information to keep in mind is that there is an option for how long you want the gif to be, but I set it as the no specific length option because I don't the different gifs with be different levels of sped up (since in theory if I set every gif to let's say 60 seconds, a recording that is 2h and one that is 20 minutes is going to be the same length which obviously means different levels of getting sped up) which resulted in some of the gifs being up to 3 minutes long. So because I don't want to post like 16 separate 20second to 3 minute gifs here I put it in an editing program where I can put them all together and then speed up the final video which means I have to send them from my computer to my phone via email.

This is where the pain really starts.

The 6th gif doesn't want to load so I send it again. It doesn't want to load again. I connect my charger to the computer so I can transfer it manually. It isn't working. Oh wait nvm I accidentally sent over the png version (because did I fail to mention that it also saves a png for some reason?). Send over the gif version, it doesn't send. Try it like ten more times. It still doesn't send. I try downloading it through email again. Nvm it downloaded

Then all of a sudden the editing app is telling me I don't have enough space to insert the gif in. So I have to clear up some storage in my phone.

When I tell you. Every other time I had to either import the gif or even download it I had to clear up space on my phone. And there were like, 17 gifs. I deleted hundreds of pictures and videos. I deleted apps. I deleted things I cannot get back. For a FUCKING SPEEDPAINT. My phone literally crashed as I was doing this. NEVER IN THE 6 YEARS I HAD THIS FUCKING PHONE DID IT EVER CRASH?!? I cannot begin to describe the awfully repetitive and soul sucking loop that I had to go through. Because of the nature of the program I can't put a gif in and then delete it from my gallery because it would just delete it in the project too

And even once I downloaded and combined all of them I still wasn't done

Because despite all of them being speed paints they were around 26 MINUTES COMBINED.

I mentioned that I speed up the finished result because of this yeah? Well I would usually do this by exporting the unsped combined video and then speeding it up in another project so that I don't have to set each video in the program to a specific speed only to realize "hey I actually want it faster/slower" and go redo all of it. Well today I had to do exactly that considering that if downloading 3 minute gifs was enough to break my phone I didn't want to even think about what would happen if I attempted to download a 26 MINUTE video so yippie

I know a lot of this was my fault considering my storage has been almost full for some time now, but still it's safe to say I won't be making speedpaints for some time

Thank god I don't post on TikTok because if I had to receive a "can I see the speedpaint?" comment on every single drawing I ever made I would have to start putting people's ips in my bio

[malcolm-reeds-pineapple]

Free or Cheap to Use Writing Programs tested and reviewed part 1 - Papyrus Author

If you're new to this, I'm what George RR Martin has once referred to as a gardener writer. The type of writer that starts at the fun part rather than the beginning. This in turn leads me to have a bunch of google docs about the same bunch of assholes that are all around the timeline as well as some docs that can only be described as fanfiction of my own work. Last week, I started my quest to find the best possible free or cheap-to-use writing program to help my disorderly and, frankly, absurd writing workflow.

The first program I tested out was something called Papyrus Writer. It's a program that focuses on formatting your writing as well as giving you a bunch of tools to make things easier for people like me. Things like sticky notes and built-in character sheets aim to keep all your thoughts all in one place and slightly organized.

Immediately upon booting it, I could tell that the program had a lot more bells and whistles than my basset-hound-ass brain could handle. It's got all sorts of modes and stuff and requires tutorials in order to use it. I watched half of one before I moved on to more exciting escapades like watching that guy who scams phone scammers. Essentially, I was so overwhelmed with options that I kind of killed my own productivity.

Things I Like About Papyrus Writer

Sticky notes - This function makes it easy to get ideas down quickly while not needing to get over to your ideas doc or notes app. It will also scroll down with you so you can see it all the time. You can also use this function for a text snippet where you highlight text, add a text snippet, and then that text is there until you replace it in the doc. Think of this as Word Jail. The sticky notes go on your pinboard (the area behind the document) although you can only have one in the free version

Integrated Character Sheets - I like that I can quickly and easily add a character sheet or access existing ones to make changes when I write something new about them. It keeps me in check with my own lore so I'm not forgetting details or writing them OOC. You can hyperlink their names as well for quick acess

within these character sheets, you can also add images and avatars to have everything in one place. You're also able to click to a list of all the characters you have in the project so you can pull up their respective sheets

3. Thinkboards - While I'm renowned for never having a plan in my writing short of my daydreams, I do like this feature. They have tons of templates to pick from or you can build your own. I haven't played with this a ton, but I found it helpful to even just look through the template

4. Moving Chapters Around - This is arguably the most important aspect for me considering how I like to write. You can move your chapters around and reorder them any way you like. Along this same vein, there is a timeline function but I've so far found that less than intuitive. With that said, simply moving the chapters around is done by just clicking and dragging which I appreciate.

Things I Don't Like

The full version is a subscription service. I don't think I need to elaborate on why 14.99 USD billed monthly doesn't appeal to me. However, the program is very useable without paying the subscription. Everything that requires the subscription is clearly marked and only enhancements to the software are paywalled (ie: multiple pinboards, changing the picture on your pinboard)

I'm not fully sure how to describe it but typing on the software is just weird to me. Like it will hyphenate words instead of just going to the next line which is great for formatting for print and all but I'm just not used to it

No mobile option - rip to people who do their best work on their phone/tablet i guess. I mean I guess when I consider everything this program can do, I'm not mad at it. I personally prefer to have access to my work at any time in case I get the urge to write randomly.

Overall Thoughts

I think it's a good all-in-one program, honestly. It's definitely the most organized I've been with my work in a while. I like that it's got a lot of dodads and thingamabobs that are all in all pretty useful. I also like that id doesn't suck my laptop battery dry. On a scale of 1 (1 tab open on chrome) to 10 (Adobe products) I would put it at about a 4 especially considering I had my browser open and working all day too.

[elfwreck]

This article is almost 10 years old.

A kid puts her hand up in my lesson. 'My computer won't switch on,' she says, with the air of desperation that implies she's tried every conceivable way of making the thing work. I reach forward and switch on the monitor, and the screen flickers to life, displaying the Windows login screen.

This one's newer, just over 2 years old.

More broadly, directory structure connotes physical placement — the idea that a file stored on a computer is located somewhere on that computer, in a specific and discrete location. That’s a concept that’s always felt obvious to Garland but seems completely alien to her students. “I tend to think an item lives in a particular folder. It lives in one place, and I have to go to that folder to find it,” Garland says. “They see it like one bucket, and everything’s in the bucket.”

Schools are demanding kids as young as 5 or 6 use computers - and nobody is teaching computer basics. Nobody is teaching the names of the computer components (monitor, hard drive, cpu, ram); nobody is teaching what the parts do; nobody is teaching what "apps" are (...we used to call them "programs") or how files work.

Of course Adobe is very happy that people will say "I'm using Adobe" because nobody remembers the name "Acrobat Reader." Adobe is thrilled that most people don't know that PDFs are a filetype that can be opened or edited by many different programs.

Typing, as far as I can tell, is taught less than it was when I was in high school - in a country where everyone is expected to spend many hours a week on a keyboard.

(When I applied for college at the for-profit scammy school where I got my paralegal degree, I tested out of their basic typing class. The class's goal was 40wpm; I type at more than double that speed. The counselor assigned to me said she'd never seen typing that fast. I have no idea if she was lying to try to boost my ego or was just really oblivious.) (If she was trying to boost my ego, she failed. I know what secretarial typing speeds are. Mine is mediocre.)

If I were more geekish and had formal education training, I'd try to put together a series of Basic Computer Literacy courses for schoolkids - a set for ages 5-8, another for 9-12 year olds, and a third set for teenagers.

Start with parts of the computer - and how they look different in desktops, laptops, tablets, phones.

Move on to OS: Windows, Mac, IOS, Android, Linux, and a hint of others. (Throw in a mention of game consoles and how their OS is and isn't like a standard computer OS.)

A bit of mention of OS types/versions - WinXP and Win10, and so on. A bit of what commonly changes from one version to the next, and what doesn't.

These are the starting points, not because they're the core of How Computers Work, but because they're the parts everyone interacts with. The 8-year-old doesn't specifically need to know Linux exists... but they need to know there's a DIFFERENCE between a Windows 11 new laptop and a desktop running something else. Needs to know that not all "Android" phones work the same way. Needs to know, when they open a new device, that it has an OS, and there are ways to figure out what that OS is.

Next there is:

Files, folders, internal structure - and how the tablet/phone OS tends to hide this from you

The difference between the app/program and the stuff it opens/edits

That the same file can look different in a different app

Welcome To The Internet: The difference between YOUR COMPUTER and THE CLOUD (aka, "someone else's computer") as a storage place; what a browser is; what a search engine is

Welcome To Metadata I Am So Sorry Kiddo Your Life Is Full Of Keywords Now And Forever

Computer Operations Skills: Typing. Hardware Assembly, aka, how to attach an ethernet cable, is the monitor turned on, what's the battery level and its capacity. Software-Hardware interfaces: how to find the speaker settings, dim or brighten the monitor, sleep vs power off, using keyboard shortcuts instead of the mouse.

After alllll that, we get to

Command line: This is what a terminal looks like; this is what you can do with it; no you don't have to program anything (ever) but you really should know how to make it show you your IP address. (See above: Welcome to the Internet should have covered "what is an IP address?")

Internet safety. What is a virus; what's malware. How to avoid (most of) them.

SOCIAL internet safety: DO NOT TELL ANYONE your age, real name, location. Do not tell strangers your sexual identity, medical history, family details, or anything about any crimes you may have committed.

...I'm probably missing some things. (I'm probably missing a lot of things.) Anyway. Something like that. The simple version is a half-day crash-course in overview concepts culminating in a swarm of safety warnings; the long version for teens is probably 30+ hours spread out over a few weeks so they can play with the concepts.

Telling young zoomers to "just switch to linux" is nuts some of these ipad kids have never even heard of a cmd.exe or BIOS you're throwing them to the wolves

[overheaddoorsouthernct]

Smart Garage Door Openers: Are They Worth It for Your CT Home?

In today’s fast-paced, technology-driven world, smart home devices have transformed the way we interact with our living spaces. From thermostats and lights to security cameras and voice assistants, smart tech brings convenience, security, and energy savings to homeowners. One often-overlooked area ripe for an upgrade is your garage door. If you’re a Connecticut homeowner wondering whether a smart garage door opener is worth the investment, the answer might be simpler than you think.

Let’s dive into the benefits of smart garage door openers and why homeowners across Southern Connecticut are making the switch.

What Is a Smart Garage Door Opener?

A smart garage door opener connects to your home Wi-Fi and allows you to control, monitor, and automate your garage door from anywhere via a smartphone app. These devices also offer integration with other smart home platforms such as Google Home, Alexa, or Apple HomeKit.

Gone are the days of wondering whether you left your garage door open. With a quick glance at your phone, you can check its status, close it remotely, and even receive alerts when it opens or closes.

Why Homeowners in Connecticut Should Consider Going Smart

1. Increased Convenience

Southern Connecticut homeowners lead busy lives—commuting, managing households, working from home, and juggling kids’ schedules. A smart garage door opener simplifies your daily routine by letting you open or close your garage door with a voice command or app tap. Need to let a family member in while you’re at work? No problem. You can do it without handing out extra remotes or keys.

2. Enhanced Security

Security is a top concern for any homeowner. A garage is often one of the least secure entry points of a home. With a smart garage door opener, you’ll receive real-time alerts if someone attempts to open your garage door. Some models even come with integrated cameras and two-way audio, giving you a clear view and control of who’s coming and going.

Partnering with a trusted garage door company like Southern Connecticut Overhead Door ensures that the installation and setup are handled professionally, minimizing any potential vulnerabilities.

3. Energy Efficiency & Automation

Many smart openers can be programmed to close automatically after a set period of time—no more accidentally leaving the door open all night and letting in the cold Connecticut air. With automation features, you can also sync your opener with other smart home devices, such as lights that turn on when the garage opens or smart locks that engage simultaneously.

This type of smart ecosystem is not only convenient but can also reduce energy consumption and improve home efficiency, especially in Connecticut’s unpredictable weather.

4. Peace of Mind During Vacations or Storms

Connecticut is no stranger to strong storms, power outages, or winter blizzards. With a smart garage door opener, you can monitor your garage from miles away, ensuring it remains closed and secure. Some models include battery backups, ensuring your garage door continues to function even when the power goes out.

This feature is especially important if you're going away for the weekend or planning a vacation. Rather than relying on neighbors or friends, you can manage and monitor everything from your phone.

Common Concerns & Misconceptions

“Aren’t Smart Garage Door Openers Expensive?”

While smart garage openers may cost more than traditional models initially, the long-term convenience, security, and energy efficiency they offer often outweigh the cost. Plus, many units can be added to existing openers, so you don’t always need a full replacement.

Consulting a professional garage door company like Southern Connecticut Overhead Door can help you choose the most cost-effective solution for your home and budget.

“What If I Lose Wi-Fi?”

Most smart garage door openers still come with manual controls or backup remotes, so you won’t be locked out. Some models also operate via Bluetooth in addition to Wi-Fi, giving you extra flexibility.

“Do I Need to Replace My Entire Garage Door?”

Not necessarily. If your garage door is in good condition, you can often retrofit a smart opener to work with it. However, if your door is old, loud, or damaged, now may be a good time to consider an upgrade.

The experts at Southern Connecticut Overhead Door specialize in garage door repair and installations and can evaluate whether your current system is compatible with a smart opener or if a new door would better serve your needs.

When to Call in the Pros

If you're new to smart home technology or just not sure where to start, working with a professional garage door company is key. A team like Southern Connecticut Overhead Door brings local expertise, product knowledge, and reliable installation services to homeowners across the region.

They can also help troubleshoot any connectivity issues, ensure safety features are properly enabled, and offer ongoing maintenance or garage door repair if needed.

Real-Life Example: A Smart Upgrade in Fairfield County

One Southern Connecticut family recently decided to upgrade to a smart garage door opener after a few close calls with forgetting to close the garage. Not only did they gain peace of mind, but they also integrated the opener into their home automation system, allowing their exterior lights to turn on whenever the garage opened after dark.

“Now we don’t worry about whether the kids left the garage open or if we remembered to close it after unloading groceries,” the homeowner shared. “It’s been a game-changer—something we didn’t realize we needed until we had it.”

Final Verdict: Are Smart Garage Door Openers Worth It?

If you value convenience, enhanced security, energy efficiency, and peace of mind, then yes—smart garage door openers are absolutely worth it. For homeowners across Southern Connecticut, these devices represent a practical and affordable way to modernize one of the most-used entry points of your home.

And when you’re ready to make the upgrade, partnering with a trusted name like Southern Connecticut Overhead Door ensures the job is done right. Whether you need expert advice, professional installation, or prompt garage door repair, they’re the go-to garage door company for smart solutions tailored to your home.

Ready to make the switch to a smart garage door? Contact Southern Connecticut Overhead Door today for a free consultation or to schedule your garage door inspection.

[mikadosekimura]

B-PROJECT RYUSEI*FANTASIA

Mikado Sekimura - Ending Route

**SPOILERS AHEAD READ WITH CAUTION**

「Running away is prohibited. Aren’t we together all of the time?」

This was translated in 2022 before the English version of the game was released. Please buy the game to support it, this ending is missing a lot of context if you don't play it, the game is very long, so this translation is probably not even 1% of the text in the game. It is available on Nintendo Switch and Steam, so please purchase and play to support team B-PROJECT and Nemui-sensei's wonderful writing.

JOIN MESSAGES - route one

Mikado: I’m with the NEWS NOW staff at the moment. Today and always [Kokoro no chizu] is a big success with everyone.

Sorry for the sudden message. I’m just so happy. Every time I’m being praised I feel like telling you. A&R:

I love to hear from you anytime! I’m so happy! I’m so happy!

I hope that more and more people will listen to it!

Mikado: I hope so! This song with everyone in MooNs I’m so glad I was able to work with you. I’m thankful to everyone that was involved.

JOIN MESSAGES - route two

A&R:

I’m so glad that you’re reporting back to me! The number of downloads is continuing to grow We have completely entered the era of MooNs!

Mikado: The era of MooNs

How beautiful and sweet it sounds!

ROUTES CONVERGE

Mikado: Towards the end of the program I was really proud to report to the audience about the hit song! As an idol and as a caster, I’m getting more and more fired up!

A&R: [Kokoro no chizu] is looking likely to become a long running hit, and is an important indicator for Gandhara to release more songs in the future. MooNs too, will surely grow into an even bigger group in the future. As the A&R in charge, I should have no shame in my work.

---Practice Room

After the success of the Nagoya concert, which we took on with a fresh determination, the next concert in Sapporo is just around the corner-----

Mikado: Alright…… then, again from the top please.

A&R: (Mikado’s first solo appearance on a music program…A medley of [Kokoro no chizu] and [Breath]-)

A&R: (They are in the middle of their tour, the quality of their performances are still very high, and when it airs, it will become a hot topic again)

As a caster of the program [NEWS NOW] and as a member of MooNs, who performs the ending theme song, Mikado-san is in the spotlight more than ever before.

It was only last week that I was approached by a singing show on the same station to do a solo.

A&R:  (The recording will be the day after tomorrow, and the day after that we will all be going to Hokkaido.)

A&R: (It’s been so busy that we don’t have much time for lessons… and yet its almost perfect already, I’m sure he’s been making time for himself and  practising.)

Although he is sincere and stoic about his work as usual……

His face is much brighter and livelier than before

A&R: (That’s not all but I feel like he has become more expressive. Maybe it’s not a surprise that he’s caught the attention of more people than ever before.)

A&R: However, he's going to need some rest soon.

I took out my phone and opened my schedule app to see MooNs’ schedule.

Then I noticed that everyday has a yellow label on it and I couldn’t help but gasp.

Yellow is Mikado’s member colour. That is, it represents him.

A&R: (After the Fukuoka performance everyone has a full day off…… But even so there is no rest. Even though the universities are on holiday, all the time that is free is filled with work.)

A&R: (Although the pressure of suffering for so long is gone…… i’m still worried----) 

Mikado: whew.. Since I made it this far, all that’s left is to check before recording and we should be good to go.

Choreographer: no, no it’s amazing Mikado. Everything is heightened!

Mikado: Oh, can you see it!? My rising!  It was perfectly showing then!

Choreographer: I get it, I get it, but don’t overdo it. If you come across anything that bothers you in the choreography feel free to JOIN me anytime.

Mikado: That saves me. Then, I'll see you at the tour rehearsal.

Choreographer: Yes, Good work today

Mikado: Good work today!

A&R: Mikado-san, here’s some water.

Mikado: A&R-san, Thankyou very much.

Mikado: -sips water-

Mikado: What did you think of today's lesson? If there’s anything that bothers you from your point of view, please feel free to tell me.

Mikado: Who would’ve thought I’d get to sing [Kororo no chizu] by myself…..It’s fine as It’s a song I'm used to singing, but it’s quite painful to carry the expectations of this song on my own shoulders.

A&R: There is nothing to hurt over!

A&R: Mikado-san’s [Kokoro no chizu] has individuality and sincerity and is full of dedication, so it has a different charm to it. 

A&R: I’m sure when it airs, many people will search for it and listen to MooNs’ original version.

Mikado:  Do you really think so? That would be nice……!  For me I want to bring the original earnestness to the forefront. But that’s only due to the quality of my voice.

Mikado:  Hmmm.. I wonder if I can somehow transplant the vocal chords of all four into my throat……, 

A&R: R, Rather than doing that, It’s be better for all 5 of you to go out together……

Mikado: Indeed…… That's right. Hmmm… Then, rather than becoming a fake MooNs It’s better to be yourself……

Mikado-san lightly puts his finger onto his chin as he makes a serious expression as he scratches his head.

His appearance is so full of love for MooNs that it fills my heart up just watching them.

A&R: We’re taking a longer time in this studio,so if you want, we can practice some more. I’ll accompany you.

Mikado: Is that okay? I’ll take you up on that offer!

A&R: Of course. But after taking a break for 10 minutes….. After that you’re free, right?

Mikado: Yes! I have a lot of homework to do, but I’m done with work after this. You are as well, right?

A&R: I have a meeting with the company at 7, so until then.

Mikado: Ahhh……Until 7. You’re as busy as ever, are you holding up alright? I’m worried.

A&R: No, no, I’m okay. Rather, I’m worried about you Mikado-san…… I was looking at the schedule just now, You really don’t have much time to catch your breath.

A&R: Even though I’m very happy that you’re receiving a lot of attention lately.

Mikado: A&R-san…… Thank you very much. I’m happy that I’m cared about this much.

Mikado: However, unlike how busy my schedule is, I actually have a bit of free time. Even though my schedule is full everyday, I still have a reasonable amount of time to rest up and sleep.

Mikado: I don’t think I would have been able to accept the offer for this music show if I was unable to move freely.

A&R: That may be so……

Mikado: Haha, well…… a lot happened, It’s natural that you’d be worried.

Mikado: I, too, have learned to make my own choices.

A&R: Make your own choices……?

Mikado: Yes. Just the other day , I had an offer for a popular drama. It’s a historical one and if I can play it well, I’m sure the audience would appreciate it.

Mikado: If it was me from a few months ago, I’m sure I would've taken it.

Mikado: But this time I declined it. Not only because it would’ve been tough with my schedule, but also because I’m convinced that my priority right now isn’t to take on new challenges or to have more means to demonstrate my skills.

The look on Mikado’s face as he speaks gives off a sense of confidence and composure.

A&R: (....It’s not that he is forcing himself. Mikado-san is already in a position to take control of his own situation.)

A&R: I understand. I’m sorry for worrying unnecessarily.

Mikado: It’s not unnecessary. I’m still immature. So please continue to keep an eye on me in the future and scold me if I lose control!

A&R: Fufu, Understood. When you’re so busy it’s easy to be worried. But lately Mikado-san is really sparkling and wonderful lately.

A&R: Even though up until now you’ve been cool enough…… I realise what I knew about Mikado-san’s charm was only part of it.

Mikado: Yes, This isn’t all! Prepare yourself A&R-san!

Mikado: Not just me, MooNs and B-PRO too, are going to break through the atmosphere with a big bang of tremendous charm!

Mikado:  Therefore, I have to rest my heart and body now, and prepare for that time.

A&R: Fufu, that’s right.

Mikado: Yes! That’s right.

A&R: Yes

Mikado: ……No, the message hasn’t been conveyed at all!?

A&R: Eh?

Mikado:  As I just said, I have a good amount of leeway, But A&R-san, you have been overworking for a long time, haven’t you?

You: That’s not so……

Mikado:  Haven’t you?

A&R: Ahahaha…….but actually I have tomorrow off.

A&R: Also once the tour is over, the schedule should go back to normal for a while, so it’s okay, please don’t worry about me.

Mikado:  Even if you say that……By the way, what are you planning to do tomorrow?

A&R: That’s right. Various things.. Like going to the city hall, It’s embarrassing to say.

Mikado:  No,no. Even though you seem as dainty as a fairy, I still understand that A&R-san is still human.

Mikado:  But, even so it seems like quite a busy day.

A&R: Yes. I think if I can get it all finished in the morning I can relax in the afternoon…though I’m unsure if I can get up in the morning.

A&R: When I don’t have work or commitments, I can’t help but get distracted.

Mikado: I see. In that case……would you like to join me for breakfast?

A&R: huh?

Mikado:  Actually, I have a longing to wake up early and have breakfast in a café. If you don’t mind, would you like to accompany me?

A&R: A café breakfast…It sounds good. But, Isn’t that a bit much……

Mikado: Of course not. I always get up early for school or work, and It’s not very often that I get to start my morning with something I enjoy unless there's an opportunity like this.

Mikado:  How does it sound? How about…… 7am?

A&R: Is it really okay?

Mikado: Of course! Then, It’s decided?

A&R: Yes, then……by all means. Fufu, I’m looking forward to it.

---Morning

Mikado:  Ah-......Freshly baked bread and the fragrant aroma of coffee, this is the ideal morning……!

When I headed to the appointed café, Mikado-san, who had arrived earlier, greeted me with his usual bright and friendly smile.

The air seems a little clearer in the morning……clear skies and Mikado-san’s warmth.

A&R: Haaa…… Its a pleasant morning. This might be the first time I've been to a café so early in the morning. It’s exciting and fun even just to be here.

Mikado: I understand. I wonder what it is. It’s as if we’re abroad.

A&R: That’s it, That’s the feeling……! Fufu, It’s been a while since I had this kind of fun. It’s thanks to Mikado-san inviting me along.

A&R: If I spent it alone, I definitely would have been lazing around until the afternoon.

Mikado: Me too. It seems that after all, promises make people move.

Mikado: Last night, I was looking forward to it before I slept.

Mikado-san’s eyes smile with happiness when he says that.

That could be a sense of kindness that keeps me in mind.

However with that one gesture, the apologetic feeling within my heart was blown away, without a trace, in a spectacular manner.

A&R: (I can understand why the fans love Mikado-san so much. Just with that smile alone it gives you a sense of security, as if he is affirming you.)

Mikado:  …….Hm? What’s the matter?

A&R: No……It’s just somehow I feel so happy.

Mikado:  Aha, If that’s so then I’m glad. It’s often said that the early bird catches the worm.

Mikado:  With that said, this refreshing feeling is irreplaceable.

Mikado:  Mmm…… The coffee is also delicious. Haa……This is nice. What is this calm atmosphere……It’s like I’m not abroad, but in a different world.

While sipping his coffee lightly, Mikado-san lets out a sigh of relief.

Seeing that, my shoulders relaxed comfortably from relief.

A&R: Somehow, It’s kind of like my head is empty right now. It’s like all my work is just……slipping away.

A&R: I wonder how long it’s been.

Mikado: I’m the same. Even when I lay down, I’m always thinking about work and what’s next on my schedule…..It’s hard for my brain to rest.

Mikado:  I enjoy working and studying however, but once I’ve done all I want to do while I’m young, I want to spend my old age peacefully like this.

A&R: Fufu, Isn’t it a bit early to be thinking about old age?

Mikado: Is that so? I think it’s surprisingly fast. A lot has happened in the last few months alone, but looking back, doesn’t it feel like an instant?

 Mikado: From now on, I’m sure it will continue to repeat……Before you know it you’ll be in your 80s.

A&R: Eight- Eighties…….It’s a little scary, I see…… Eighties…. I wonder what I’ll be doing then.

Mikado: Fufu, I’m sure you’ll still be the same charming, intelligent and wonderful woman as now.

A&R: If you say so…...Mikado-san is the one who will age beautifully, I’m sure of it. Just by looking at you in the eyes, I’m drawn to you as the wonderful person you are.

A&R: At the same time, as an active idol still.

Mikado:  A.. haha that sounds pretty harsh…… That would be nice, an active idol in his 80s. Dancing may become difficult but at least maybe the 5 of us can sit down and sing together.

Mikado: In order to do that, all the members must live a long and healthy life.

A&R: That’s right. Fufu…….I’ll do my best to live long so that I can see MooNs with my own eyes.

Mikado:  Oho? Saying that like it’s someone else’s business, but if we are active, then of course A&R-san must also be active!

A&R: Eh? That’s, well……

Mikado: Running away is prohibited. Aren’t we together all of the time?

A&R: That’s right. But, hmm……Fufu when I think about it though I'm a bit unstable…..I wonder if I can do my job properly. 

Mikado: Even if that’s so, come along. Besides, the live can’t start without A&R there.

Thinking about the distant future the smiles will go on eternally.

A time of peace, and abundance.

A&R: But if I could really spend time like this……every morning in my old age and see you all on stage from time to time… I’d be very happy.

A&R: If I think that maybe someday, that day will come, I feel like I can do my best.

Mikado: Yes, that’s true.

Mikado: …….Today I am feeling a little carried away. I feel like I could really make such a big dream come true somehow.

Mikado: At that time, If A&R-san was smiling in front of me like you are today……

Mikado: I can then proudly say that it was the most indulgent and happy life I have ever had.

A&R: Fufu, are you okay with it being me?

Mikado: It’s not just okay, it has to be you A&R.

Mikado: Because when I have you by my side, no matter how many years pass by, I will still be smiling just as I am today.

Mikado: To have a morning like this again someday, the two of us is absolutely necessary. 

★ The main reason I wanted to re-upload this is that I feel the English localisation completely missed the mark of Mikado's tone in his ending, this is the first time he is seen as properly relaxed, vulnerable and shows his sensitive side. This is the real Mikado Sekimura and It's a shame that many will miss out on this because they removed all undertones of any meaning, regardless if the viewer sees them as romantic or platonic. I hope you enjoyed reading!

★ Happy Birthday Mikado!

[fromdevcom]

Creating an iPhone application can be a very fun and fulfilling experience. If you're lucky, it can also be a very profitable thing to do, but there are many different aspects to creating an application. The more you know about how it works and what great benefits there are, the better off you will be. To help you out, we are going to cover 8 things that you should know before you start to develop an iPhone application, but before we do, let's take a look at some other extra benefits you may not have know about developing for iOS. Did you know that the Apple app store makes more than double the revenue than Google does with their Android store? This means that if you are able to come up with a great application that sells, it will bring you much more money. iPhone applications are also much easier to test and have much more support for development, which can really help throughout the whole creation process. In general, developing a iOS application will require much less work because the applications only need to fit a few different devices, unlike Android which has so many different devices that it can be hard to create something that will fit them all. So with all of that in mind, let's take a look at those 8 tips. Need A Mac Computer & IOS Device You will always be able to just use the iPhone simulator, but there have been plenty of reports that it isn't the same thing as actually having the phone in your hands. You may end up running into issues if you only use the simulator, then once your finished, upload the application to a phone. If you are serious about iPhone application development, just invest in one. Download The Apple IPhone Software Development Kit This is a pretty large download, but it is well worth it. It comes with all types of goodies to help you create the best application you possibly can. You get access to instruments, framework, Xcode IDE, samples, and much more. Learn Objective-C You are going to need to learn this programming language in order to create a successful application. This language is the main language used by Apple and for the iOS and OS X operating systems. It may take a while to become an expert at the language, but the better you know it, the more effective your applications will be. Plan The Application Out Before You Do Any Work So many programmers have an idea about an application and they just jump on their computers and start programming. While it may seem like that could go smoothly, it won't. You will need to make sure and have a full plan and understand how much time and effort it is going to take to have the entire project finished. You don't want to start, then realize it's too much to handle. Join The IPhone Developer Program Although the program does cost a little bit of money, it can be well worth it in the end. It allows you to distribute you application to a number devices from the iPhone Developer Portal. It makes things much easier. Watch Plenty Of Professional Apple Development Tutorials There are many quality tutorials about every aspect of creating an application, so make sure and take advantage of that. There is no shame in watching a video to make sure you are doing everything correct, every step of the way. Build Reusable Code If you plan on making multiple applications, then you should try and build reusable code so that the next time you decide you want to make an app, you won't need to start from scratch. There is even plenty of free reusable code already available if you want to try them out. Submit The Application To The App Store You should definitely be trying to get accepted into the application store. If you're lucky, you may become rich off of your hard work. Even if you get declined, at least you tried and you will be able to start another application that is better. If you are willing to take all of these tips and implement them, you will see some pretty amazing results from your development projects and could end up making your future work much easier as well.

They are all meant to help you in the long run, so don't be afraid to try them out. If you prefer doing your development process in a different way, then no problem, these are just optional tips, but if you are new to developing applications to the iPhone, you should strongly consider using them. This is a guest post by Ness on behalf of make-a-web-site.com – a site of bloggers and web developers alike. Find out how you can have your own blog, visit their website for more details.

[grison-in-space]

At my conference last week, I attended an "improv" themed mixture that asked everyone to pair up with a stranger, each rant for two minutes (timed) about a topic of your choice. Then each pair was asked to turn to another and introduce our new partners to the new pair by describing their values, as inferred by the initial rant.

Anyway, this was essentially mine. I work with grad students and undergrads about ten to fifteen years younger than myself. I often train students how to program, because I do intensely computational work often using computing clusters, and my lab motto is "fuck doing shit manually and tediously if I can code a computer to do it for me." Because I work in psychology/neuroscience, my students are also usually totally naive about how programming works when they come to me. This is also how I arrived in grad school back in 2012, so I do get it.

The thing is, my students are so much less comfortable with basic shit like directory structures and hunting for basic workarounds in response to errors than I was at their age. And it's because apps silo all that shit away from users! It wasn't possible to use computers the way I did as a teenager WITHOUT that shit, especially because I used to routinely have to navigate around and bypass narc shit like Net Nanny if I wanted to read fanfiction in peace. There is so much more advanced spyware now and it's so much more normalized! It's harder to dick around in filesystems -- hell, I have to actively work and sometimes search the Internet to find out how to get to the directory of my phone!

And I mostly lay the root of the problem at the foot of two places: apps/mobile, and the increasing arms race between technology developers and end users to control user experience.

Apps function effectively by hiding all the parts under the hood from the user, so as not to overwhelm. But what hiding all the parts does is prevent the user from learning how to lift the hood up and tinker with the machine! Sure, you might break it, and it's certainly more frustrating to use that way, but what a wealth of power lies at your fingers if you learn how the machine works.

If technology was structured in such a way that it actually approximated a free market, maybe we could find sellers designing shit to be easy to learn with. As it is, though, there are two paths an individual user is often presented with when choosing among computing devices: a more or less accessible device with all the settings hidden behind four walls of obfuscation, and a completely customizable option with full access to everything and deeply unfamiliar options designed for expert use by someone comfortable with the potential failure modes of the device. There's no middle ground any more, especially for children! Hell, iPads are some of the worst for this shit, and Chromebooks, and that's what we start children on cause it's cheap!

At some point we have to dedicate pedagogical time to this so that everyone has a basic standard of technological literacy, just as we dedicate pedagogical time to explaining the technology of the alphabet so that everyone has literal literacy. It drives me nuts that my generation, which was the peak of "children just mysteriously learn and adapt to new technology with no instruction whatsoever" (also incorrect, but I digress), hasn't realized yet that times have dramatically changed and that we have to actually teach useful skills to our children at this point if we want them to have them.

Maddening!

seriously, though. i work in higher education, and part of my job is students sending me transcripts. you'd think the ones who have the least idea how to actually do that would be the older ones, and while sure, they definitely struggle with it, i see it most with the younger students. the teens to early 20s crowd.

very, astonishingly often, they don't know how to work with .pdf documents. i get garbage phone screenshots, sometimes inserted into an excel or word file for who knows what reason, but most often it's just a raw .jpg or other image file.

they definitely either don't know how to use a scanner, don't have access to one, or don't even know where they might go for that (staples and other office supply stores sometimes still have these services, but public libraries always have your back, kids.) so when they have a paper transcript and need to send me a copy electronically, it's just terrible photos at bad angles full of thumbs and text-obscuring shadows.

mind bogglingly frequently, i get cell phone photos of computer screens. they don't know how to take a screenshot on a computer. they don't know the function of the Print Screen button on the keyboard. they don't know how to right click a web page, hit "print", and choose "save as PDF" to produce a full and unbroken capture of the entirety of a webpage.

sometimes they'll just copy the text of a transcript and paste it right into the message of an email. that's if they figure out the difference between the body text portion of the email and the subject line, because quite frankly they often don't.

these are people who in most cases have done at least some college work already, but they have absolutely no clue how to utilize the attachment function in an email, and for some reason they don't consider they could google very quickly for instructions or even videos.

i am not taking a shit on gen z/gen alpha here, i'm really not.

what i am is aghast that they've been so massively failed on so many levels. the education system assumed they were "native" to technology and needed to be taught nothing. their parents assumed the same, or assumed the schools would teach them, or don't know how themselves and are too intimidated to figure it out and teach their kids these skills at home.

they spend hours a day on instagram and tiktok and youtube and etc, so they surely know (this is ridiculous to assume!!!) how to draft a formal email and format the text and what part goes where and what all those damn little symbols means, right? SURELY they're already familiar with every file type under the sun and know how to make use of whatever's salient in a pinch, right???

THEY MUST CERTAINLY know, innately, as one knows how to inhale, how to type in business formatting and formal communication style, how to present themselves in a way that gets them taken seriously by formal institutions, how to appear and be competent in basic/standard digital skills. SURELY. Of course. RIGHT!!!!

it's MADDENING, it's insane, and it's frustrating from the receiving end, but even more frustrating knowing they're stumbling blind out there in the digital spaces of grown-up matters, being dismissed, being considered less intelligent, being talked down to, because every adult and system responsible for them just

ASSUMED they should "just know" or "just figure out" these important things no one ever bothered to teach them, or half the time even introduce the concepts of before asking them to do it, on the spot, with high educational or professional stakes.

kids shouldn't have to supplement their own education like this and get sneered and scoffed at if they don't.

[didisteponurmoment]

Oh, so it’s punishment you want? (Wandanat +18)

Summary ➞ Natasha returns from a mission and Wanda decides to be a great tease at the expense of the spy (and the rest of the compound while we're at it.) I’m very bad at summaries ikik

Pairings ➞ Wandanat

Words ➞ 2954

Warnings   ➞ Smut (+18)

A/N  ➞ Plz interact with this so I don’t feel like I’m writing to myself, also feel free to send in a request! I didn't double-check this and English is not my first language so lmk if there some awful mistake 

“Leave me alone! I’m tired”

Wanda said as Natasha tried to wake her up leaving kisses in every corner of her face. She was not even leaving for a long mission or anything, she was just supposed to head to a TV show that morning, very much against her will, and then she’d be all Wanda’s for a few months until her next long mission started.

“Come on Wands! I’ve been gone for like two weeks and I’ve missed you so much, besides you fell asleep before I could make a move on you, so now I’m all horny and stuff.” She complains frustrated, which made the witch laugh.

“You can’t wait till you come back? It’s literally like, 4 hours and you’ve been gone for two weeks, you can do this.” Wanda replied as she sat up in the shared bed, and rolled her eyes. Natasha’s eyes seemed lustful, she had that specific shine Wanda had seen hundreds of times. Her darkened green eyes proved that she was completely turned on, but Wanda wanted to tease her, even if she was as aroused as she was. 

The Sokovian’s mind calculated the plan precisely. She knew what she was getting into, but she didn’t think twice when denied her request completely, and waved the assassin goodbye before programming her phone alarm to wake up on time to watch her long time girlfriend on the TV, and to be even a bigger teaser.

“I hate you sometimes…” Natasha muttered, leaving and too soon to hear the witch replying under her breath,

“You have no idea Detka”

***

Wanda went back to bed and proceeded to close her eyes to get some more rest, preparing to execute her plan as soon as she was awakened by the sound of the alarm that told her to get dressed and ready. She brushed her teeth and texted Natasha.

<<To Nat: Hey moya lyubov, good luck today!>>

Wanda took the first photo without showing a lot, turning the TV on, whilst hitting send.

<<To Nat: Image sent>>

The photo was not so provocative, but she knew it would get the job done. It was a photo of Wanda sitting comfortably on the floor, in front of that full body mirror that she had insisted on having on the dresser. She was wearing her laced pajamas that she gifted her, and that Natasha liked so much. It consisted of some small shorts and a bralette, both short enough to count more as underwear than clothes. The show was just starting when the first text was sent, and the TV was on. 

Natasha hated press, for years she stated to Tony that unlike him, it made more sense to keep her face on the low since she was after all, a spy. But after the accords happened years ago, our right to privacy was somewhat taken away for the sake of not only keeping people safe, but also proving them further that we are the good guys by showing our faces and remembering them of everything they owe us every once in a while. Tony’s words.

By the time Wanda turned the TV on, her girlfriend was already sitting next to the host, who was talking about how Natasha single handedly saved an entire city from being hit with a missile. Natasha didn't love the cameras, but she was overly seductive in front of them, making her hyper attractive to every tv show out there to have her on screen. 

The host presented some news footage about the mission and thats when Nat’s hand reached her phone, and her mouth opened a bit. The spy discretely typing a response as the host started talking about Thanos for the millionth time.

<<From Nat: don’t you dare>>

She stared at the screen for a while, as she licked her lip. Probably no one even noticed but it was a major positive response to the witch, so she immediately started to take her top off for a new photo. Wanda changed the app this time, since you never know who is around Natasha, (once the whole team saw one of her nudes, just because she didn’t lock her phone and Bucky loves meddling). Wanda opened Snapchat and sent a photo of her upper body, posing in the exact way that always turned her girlfriend on so much, with a finger in her mouth.

<<To Nat: I think I’m regretting my morning decision>>

Meanwhile, the host was talking to Natasha now, who was sitting with her legs crossed and biting her lip occasionally. When her phone vibrated she forced the conversation, so the host would introduce one of the videos prepared, where they talked about a recent interview the team did for a magazine. The video was in the background and Natasha remained on a side of the screen. She opened Wanda’s snap and moved, looking uncomfortable in her seat. A smirk was on her lips but she was definitely getting mad at the little witch for this. The witch was counting the seconds. 

<<From Nat: Stop it. I feel like a teenager that’s going to get caught.>>

Her photo was black, and I laughed at how nervous she was that she couldn’t even manage to remember the fact that this app also had a chat option. The video ended and Nat looked shaken when the Camera reached her, again.

“So, Natasha, How is the Scarlet Witch doing?” The host asked. Natasha laughed and politely dismissed the question, saying that his girlfriend was doing great, and blowing a kiss to the camera. Although they had been dating for about 5 years (of which we had been publicly out for 4 of them after Tony invited the press to a party without warning), she then proceeded to explain, about how she’d rather not talk about her private life. Wanda had agreed to keep the relationship on the low, so the media wouldn’t follow them around and so that their relationship wouldn’t have as much pressure, but even like that Wanda was completely allowed to tease her with her still being on screen.

She took a video this time, and made sure that the volume was muted, before pressing send. It was probably one of the most erotic things that Wanda had ever sent to her, as it showed her rubbing myself, and then it zoomed to her face, so she could see the witch’s pleasured expression. 

Even Though they were used to spending so many weeks away from each other, wanda wouldn't normally be allowed to contact her girlfriend with this kind of inquiries, let alone sending her photos that could be easily intercepted, so she took her opportunities to tease the older woman very seriously. 

<<To Nat: Ugh, since you’re not here it seems I’ll have to take care of myself>>

She didn’t even wait till the video paused this time, as she pressed send, when the host was promoting some new product between questions.

“Oh, Fuck” Natasha said interrupting the host, looking with her mouth open wide to her phone.

“Is everything okay?” The host asked, with a curious look.

“Yes, don’t worry” and she wasted no time to add “just a mission briefing i forgot about” and with that she received a generalized clap from the studio, because after all, mission briefing meant that Natasha, one of the mightiest heroes of earth, was once again fighting for the safety of all.

She smiled shily, but getting the distraction she wanted, used the moment to whisper to the host if a cut was possible. As soon as they announced that they were going to a commercial break, Wanda saw from the screen how Natasha was getting her phone from her pocket again.

The russian first opened a text from Tony in the avengers group chat.

<<From Tony: Briefing??? What did I miss? Or were you just trying to get a round of applause?>>

The spy chuckled, knowing that Tony called out in her lie and the rest of them would now try to figure out what she was actually hiding. She moved back to Wanda’s chat and sent a text.

<<To Wands: You’ve been a very bad girl… just wait till i’ll get home. >>

<<To Nat: …better hurry detka;)>>

Only twenty minutes had passed and Wanda waited for Natasha happily, when she heard the door shut open. There she was, standing in the clothes that she wore for the show, which showed her girlfriend that she clearly ran from the studio straight to their home.

“Undress. Now.” She dominated the Sokovian, with her best poker face and wasting no time. Wanda did as told and took her 'pajamas’ off slowly, obviously teasing her girlfriend. As expected, she was completely naked under the short shorts. Natasha grunted, looking at her witch, hungry.

“You thought it would be funny to mess with me like that, printsessa?” She asked, waiting for an answer. “Probably shouldn’t even call you printsessa anymore, since you’ve been a very bad girl detka.” Her head was shaking, as she made a 'tsk tsk’ sound with her tongue. “I’m disappointed with you dorogoy, you were being so good.” She started making her way over to Wanda, making the youngest girl shiver just from her words. She chuckled, seeing her now weakened state. Natasha’s eyes landed on the remote, and she turned the TV off, with a dangerous smirk plastered on her face.

“When I told you how bad I wanted you this morning, I wasn’t kidding malyshka. Oh god, I’ve been thinking about my head between your legs, all day. That's all I have been thinking about you for the last week too” In the blink of an eye, Natasha pulled Wanda up from the couch, slamming her against the nearest wall.

“If i hear one single sound coming from you, punishment will be required moya lyubovʹ.” Wanda whimpers, already breaking the deal, as the spy hands roam her body. Natasha didn’t seem to mind though, as her lips were already sucking harshly on her girl’s hardened bud on her nipple. Natasha’s hands were almost glued to her girlfriends hips, pulling her closer to her body. Wanda started off biting her lip, trying to keep the loud moans down, even though the little witch was curious about the words Natasha spoke before, and she secretly wanted to find out what this punishment was about. 

Her lips moved from the youngest girl's nipple, to her neck, refraining from making any contact with her lips. Finding her sweet spot, she started sucking, and at the same time, the spy moved her hand to her girlfriends center sneakily, starting to stimulate her clit. Sweat forming on the sokovian’s forehead, and her heart pounding too fast. This was almost too much to handle, and it was getting hard for her to keep it down.

Nat, without any warning, pushed two fingers inside Wanda. Breathing in through her nose, not letting out the air again, Wanda was clenching around her fingers. The russian hummed against her girl’s neck, still bruising herwith her lips. Her fingers going faster each second, and her free hand now grabbing Wanda’s behind, sure to leave a bruise.

Not being able to take it any more, the youngest girl moans, loudly. Natasha instantly stops, everything, completely removing her body from her gilfriend. All the pleasure she was receiving, completely gone, leaving her body still trembling. Her smirk was more evident on her face, now that she had pulled back from the other girl. 

Wanda looked down embarrassed. What would her punishment be? Spanking? she cringed at the though, not thinking she could handle being teased like that at the moment, being too sexually frustrated.

“We both knew it would come sooner or later, detka.” Natasha said with a genuine smile this time, pulling Wanda’s body against her own, once again. She planted a sweet, yet seductive kiss on her lips. Going down to her collarbones, yet again.

“Wh-what are you doing? Aren’t you gonna punish me?” Wanda asked her, confused. She’s quick to look up at the witch, lifting her eyebrow.

“Oh, so it’s punishment you want?” She asks, spreading Wanda’s legs, so they’re hovering over her thigh. She looks at her shocked, not knowing what to answer.

“Well, printsessy get what they want right?” She asks, but it sounded more like a statement. “You can moan this time, I wanna hear you malyshka.” Her hands grip the youngest girl’s hips again, rolling them against the clothing on her thigh. Wanda gasped loudly, rolling her head back so it hit the wall.

“Look at me detka, I need to see you.” She says, with a cocky tone. Putting all her power into it, Wanda finally pulls herself together to look her in the eyes. Her beautiful face expression as she expected it, that cocky fucking smirk. Her hands pull at Wanda’s hips harder, making her hiss.

“Damn detka, you’re soaking my jeans.” Natasha starts moving her leg up and down, Wanda’s body now jumping with it. Natasha lustfully moans as she watches her girlfriend’s  tits bounce and down as well, and electricity shoots through her body. Wanda’s back arches, and the spy looks almost as pleased to see her girl like that, as for her to be feeling it. As Wanda almost reaches her high, she forgets all about the punishment she was talking about, and screams the russians name, feeling the pleasure run through her body, right before this buildup is suddenly taken away right before she is about to reach her peak. 

“Ah, you didn’t totally forget about your punishment, did you dorogoy?” Wanda glares at her teasing tone, seeing her chuckle. “Alright, lay on the couch.” She orders, and the witch follows like a lost puppy. Natasha stands in front of her, pulling her clothes off faster than ever. Seeing her naked for the first time in two weeks, made the witch feel almost ready to orgasm again, she moans, at the sight of her girlfriend.

“Like what you see, detka?” There’s that cheesy line, that the witch missed hearing so much and she sighs to herself as the older woman wastes no time laying her amazing curves over the sokovian, and as she straddles the younger girl's chest so her ass is turned to face. 

Not even bothering to ask if Wanda was ready, she digs in. Her tongue already swirling skilfully over her clit, making her name roll of her tongue, perfectly.

Wanda gets the idea and pulls her girlfriend thighs back, so she is straddling her face, and decides to return the favor by eating her out too, but inserting only one finger as well, going fast. Wanda moans at her taste, sending vibrations through her girlfriend and making Natasha moan against her. 

At this point, all that was heard in the room were the loud moans from both girlfriends, as well as some curses from the spy, who wouldn't bother to try and filter them.

Natasha’s tongue goes through Wanda’s folds, she feels her girlfriend get close so she decides to slip two fingers into her, fast. Her other hand, rubbing her clit. Wanda feels overwhelmed in the best ways and mimics Natasha’s movements, bringing her also to her edge.

It almost feels like a competition,  both bodies are shaking, and both girls keep speeding up in search for their releases.  Wanda is the first to come, screaming the Russian name even louder and stopping the movements of her fingers to catch her breath.

Natasha doest let this stop from releasing herself, and with a proud smirk as she hears Wanda mumble her name from below her, she sits straight and starts riding her girlfriend’s face shamelessly. Wanda grips at her thighs and moans from the view, keeping up with her tongue movements until Nataha comes  undone too, on top of her. 

Feeling their release after those long two weeks (that felt like a long time), was a big relief, and they just lay there for a moment, one on top of the other and breathing hard.

“Not again.” Natasha mutters looking at her phone, seeing the texts from the group chat she has with the OG avengers, and shows the screen to Wanda too.

<<from Tony: Oh, sounds like our favorite russian is having some fun, at least we know what her lie from earlier was about>>

<<From Cap: @Nat, again? You always stand me up when we are supposed to train the new kids>>

<<From Tony: oh please, I bet spiderboy enjoyed the show better than running around with you on his tight leotard>>

<<From Thor: Are they having very loud sex again?>>

<<From Clint:  Was it heard from space as well?>>

<<From Cap: see? That's what we get from sending her on two weeks mission>> 

<<From Tony: as if they needed an excuse! Next time I'm asking Jarvis to livestream>> 

<<From Cap: Nat whenever you see this can you PLEASE BRING YOUR ASS TO TRAINING? These new kids are really mean>> 

Wanda blushes, a little used at this point of her girlfriend long time best friends making fun of them. Natasha texts back.

<<From Nat: well, at least i'm getting some. Be there in 5>>

With this the russian grunts and runs over to her clothes, which are scattered everywhere, and pulls it on piece by piece. Before going out she stops in front of naked Wanda, still sitting on the couch, looking at her with doe eyes.

“God, I love you. Don't get dressed i'll be back in an hour ” Natasha says running over the younger girl, kissing her firmly on the lips, and runs out the door ready for training.

[foxtricksterwriting]

Slaughter Squad MC

Author's Note; Yeah yeah I made another one. This one's a little different tho, lolol. @harlequinoccult, here take the bastard /affectionate

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Alias: Apotheosis (Do you know what that word means, lovey? I'll tell you, if you beg~)

Gender + Pronouns: Demiboy + he/they

Age: 23

Occupation: Crime Scene Cleaner (It certainly comes in handy, eheh)

More About Him; So full of themself they should have a fucking medal. He's materialistic and loves having new shit. Said new shit ends up wrecked some odd days later, so you shouldn't buy anything for him. They go the extra mile with everything; he goes all out with his makeup, hair, outfit, and general attitude. He never shuts up about his fucking music, but artfully dodges mentioning anything specific. Their 'personality' is so heavy handed you can't help but think it's forced, not that they'd tell you.

When he's not wearing that damned mask, he's surprisingly calm. He's still excitable and loud, but not nearly as obnoxious. More willing to listen to others and go along with plans that don't align with their own, too. If you pay close enough attention, you can almost see the energy bubbling under the surface. Catch them at a bad time and you'll get some unhinged ramblings about beautiful music and art. They're quick to cover it up, however.

Some characteristics always stick, with or without the mask; they're quick to help and love pink. He'll let someone vent about their problems, and offer advice if prompted. And he's the first to come up with..... creative solutions to problems. They brush their own problems off and move on so quickly you have to wonder if you even brought them up in the first place. And despite the cheerfulness, he always has some sort of plan. Never unprepared. They try to hide this with a veil of impulsivity and reckless abandon, and it seems to work wonders. And, of course, their loner tendencies. He typically doesn't want anything to do with anyone unless they can help him somehow or give him something. He'll be pleasant if someone approaches him first, though. Generally, it's hard to tell if this is how he is naturally or if this is forced behavior. Sometimes, you can catch him staring wistfully to groups of people, suggesting the former.

Not to mention almost everyone that talks to him goes missing, only to end up displayed somewhere after being brutally murdered. People seem to have noticed this little connection, leading to others avoiding him like their life depends on it. How the police haven't been involved is a fucking mystery, honestly.

It's hard to tell what's their true personality and what's a facade. Either way, you'd be better off staying far, far away.

Fun Facts;

This fucker has a pinterest, find it here. Mofo's face claim is there.

He also has a playlist, found on youtube here and spotify there.

Has a dog, named Mace. Not Macey, just Mace. She's a Irish Wolfhound and bigger than him. He'll happily talk about her for hours.

Allergic to wasps and bees, terrified of wasps but not bees.

Desperately wants to murder Carter. Would give his literal heart to kill Carter.

Does actually make music, under his nickname █̩͎͓̙̼͔͆̿ͪͮ̓͘_̷̷̪͉̺͍̥͖̯̭ͦ̒ͣͤ̄̓̅̊͒ͬ́͢͡█ (Nuh-uh-uh! Can't have you giving away my secrets like that~)

Selectively mute, knows sign language but normally will use a text-to-speech app on their phone. Has downloaded a vocaloid-like voice program for this for shits and giggles.

Would probably be best friends with Overdose, I think they're similar enough they'd get along good. Or hate each other lmao

They'd romance Sweetheart or The Host, maybe Overdose but that's undecided.

[honeytae]

if you’re open for regular requests i’d love to request lil scenarios of the boys learning english alongside their english-speaking s/o! this is totally self-indulgent i’m doing the TEFL program and i’m going to south korea next year to teach :)

first of all, that’s amazing omg!! congratulations my love, i hope you have the best time over there and please don’t be shy in sharing your stories with us!!! i tried to stick to the boys actually learning english with their s/o but i strayed from that with a few members just bc i ran out of ideas lol but i hope you still enjoy!

fair warning....i’ve never ~seriously~ tried to learn korean, so i’m not entirely certain of the parallels between korean and english. i just hope these are wholesome enough to override that lmao

namjoon:

“You know,” Namjoon looked up from his phone, “I understand expanding your vocabulary, but why are there so many weird slang words?”

“Kids these days?” You shrugged, the man chuckling in response before flipping his phone around to show you what had puzzled him.

“If something slaps, that’s...good?” He wondered, watching as you suppressed a smile at the tweet he was showing you.

You could tell by the profile picture that the user was an ARMY, one of the many fan profiles on the platform, and the tweet was written completely in English.

Although there was a ‘Translate to Korean’ option readily available with just a tap of his thumb, you knew Namjoon never missed an opportunity to challenge himself to be able to fully comprehend what a native English speaker was trying to say.

You nearly snorted at the tweet’s content, smiling as you read it out loud.

“The Dis-ease bridge just saved my life. Seriously, this song slaps.”

Glancing at Namjoon, he raised his eyebrows, eagerly waiting for you to translate and explain what that could equate to in Korean.

“It’s definitely a good thing, Joon. They love it.”

At your interpretation, Namjoon grinned, nodding to himself as he pulled his phone back in front of his face to scroll through more reaction tweets to the new album release.

seokjin:

“What the hell is that?”

You picked your head up from your sketchbook when you heard Seokjin whine from beside you, eyebrows knitting together at his distressed tone. Taking a glance over at his laptop screen, you found his mouse bouncing from letter to letter on one of his weekly english lessons.

“What is that, like 15 letters? How do you even use that in a sentence?” He went on, obviously flustered by the word on the screen.

Pulchritudinous.

You placed your hand over his to stop his panicked counting of the letters, causing him to look over at you with a sigh as he frowned.

You nearly giggled at his reaction, but the genuine fear in his eyes made you stifle it as you soothingly held his hands in yours. 

“It’s just an over complicated way of saying beautiful. I don’t know why they’re teaching you that, nobody ever uses it.” You assured him, his eyes going down in size a bit at your words before he nodded.

Watching as a smirk tilted his lips, you raised your brows at the sudden expression.

“What?”

“Well like, I could say I’m...that?” He said, eyebrows raised cockily as he gestured to the long word stretched across the screen.

“Well it’s actually not used like,” you paused, giving in with a shrug as you grinned back at him.

“Sure, love.”

yoongi:

“Why did I skip English class all the time?” Yoongi sighed, pinching his bottom lip between his fingers as he plucked at the skin in frustration.

“Because you were trying to be a rebel.” You answered without looking up from your phone, the man obviously not liking your answer as he reached over to where you were laying beside him to pinch at your hip.

Yelping, you scooted across the mattress to get away from his hand, whining his name with a scoff before looking over at his notepad.

“What are you doing, anyway?” You asked, leaning on your palm as you scanned the rows of scribbled English letters written on the page.

“I’m trying to get better at writing.” He admitted shyly, a small grin on his face to match the fond one on your own. 

“Aw,” you pouted, Yoongi raising his eyebrows at your tone, “but I like your chicken scratch.”

“You’re such a brat.” He chuckled, adjusting the velcro on his brace with a grunt.

Since Yoongi’s shoulder surgery took away obvious straining activities like dancing and performing, he’d turned to studying English from the comfort of your bed during his recovery as one of the only safe activities he could partake in for a while.

It was now one of his favorite past times, learning new words and phrases he could potentially use in the future. It worked for you both because it took his mind off the pain and kept him motivated, and since you could speak both his and your language, you could help him out whenever he got stuck on something.

Usually he did lessons verbally on his phone, but it seemed today he had taken the old fashioned route.

“Your handwriting really isn’t bad, Yoongs.” You observed, the carefully placed tails at the end of each ‘a’ making you smile out of fondness for the man.

“My man has the prettiest handwriting.” You cooed, pushing a strand of his stark black hair out of his eyes as he blushed down at his notebook.

“Stop that.”

hoseok:

“Hey, babe?” Hoseok called for you, listening to your footsteps growing closer before you popped your head into the kitchen doorway.

“Yeah?”

“I’m having a little trouble.” He gestured to his open laptop on the counter, you recognizing it as an assignment from his English course.

“What happened?”

“Pronouns. Pronouns happened.” He pouted, his disdain for the new chapter quite obvious as he stared down his computer screen.

“What about them?” You asked, stepping closer to the man sitting at the kitchen island and placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“I need to make ten sentences using proper pronouns and I feel like I’m doing it all wrong.” He explained, causing you to hum as you looked over his sentences.

“These look great, Hobi.” You smiled as you glanced over the first three he’d written, flawlessly executed on the document.

“Can you help me with the next one?” He wondered, you nodding your head as you took a seat on the stool next to his.

“What do you want the next one to say?” You asked, watching as he glanced off to the side in thought, slightly squinting his eyes at the tile floor beneath the sink.

“My house is next to,” He spoke in English, pausing as he searched his brain for what pronoun to put next.

“Theys?” He answered as more of a question, then shaking his head as he switched back to Korean, “wait, no.” He sighed, placing his chin in his hand in thought before glancing over to you.

“I know it’s wrong, I just don’t know what the right answer is instead.” He explained, you shooting him a loving smile as you pushed the dark raven hair off his forehead and pressed a kiss to the newly revealed skin.

“I’ll help you, Sunshine. No worries.”

jimin:

Flopping onto the bed, you let your tired body fall on top of Jimin’s hoodie clad chest, his arm encircling your body as he mumbled a soft greeting to you.

“Hm, what are you learning about today?” You nuzzled into his chest, peering at his phone propped up on his thigh.

“Animals. Birds, mostly.” He answered, briefly turning from the screen to press a kiss to your head before focusing back on the row of English words matched with pictures of popular birds glowing from the device.

The first was a robin, the next a blue jay, and then a dove.

You listened as the virtual instructor prompted Jimin to repeat after her, spelling out the letters before stating the whole word. You smiled as your boyfriend followed instruction, pronouncing the words the best he could after the microphone chimed for him to do so.

“D-o-v-e. Dove.”

“Dove.” He repeated, smiling to himself as the app announced he got the point with a little heart.

“That’s cute.” He went back to his native language, you humming in confusion as you lifted your head up off his chest to look at him.

“The heart?” You asked, reaching up to twist a stray strand of hair out of his eye as he shook his head.

“Dove.” He said again, making you tilt your head, not knowing what he meant.

“It sounds like ‘love.’” He connected the two English words, you smiling fondly at him in response before scooting up the bed to kiss the tip of his button nose.

“You’re so cute.”

taehyung:

Three knocks at the door announced someone’s arrival to your bedroom, causing your head to lift from the novel you’d been so immersed in. Taehyung was home, but you’d wanted to give him space because you knew he needed to work on lyrics for his mixtape in order to submit them on time. 

“Hey,” he poked his head in with a small smile, “can you help me with something?” He asked sheepishly, stepping further into the room when you nodded.

“Of course. What is it?” You set your book down, marking your place before closing it to pay full attention to your boyfriend.

“Well, I’m trying to write this verse in English and,” he trailed off with a shrug, “you know.” He finished, you nodding in response with a gesture for him to come sit next to you.

He eagerly walked over to you with his notebook in hand, lowering himself to the mattress before rolling his way over to where you were leaning against the headboard.

Honestly, Taehyung’s English wasn’t bad at all. He was insecure about it, but you’d never really understood what the reason for that feeling was. His vocabulary was more than decent, his comprehension was good, and his pronunciation was great for having such a thick accent.

But there were many times where Taehyung came to you for guidance, as you were a native English speaker yourself.

And so, as he rested his head on your shoulder confiding in you about everything he wanted to say and how he wanted to say it, you patiently took him through what would work and rhyme best, smiling as he hummed the melody to himself to see if the phrases would work in his creation.

jungkook:

“Baby, can you read it to me again before we go on? Just one more time.”

You glanced over at your boyfriend in his makeup chair, several employees bustling around the man as they attempted to get him ready to go on stage while they had him seated.

With his arm extended backward to where you stood behind his leather chair, he offered his phone to you while shooting you a grin through the reflection in the mirror.

Taking the device from his hand, you opened it to the notes app where he’d written what he wanted to say in his statement on stage in just a few minutes.

You were in London tonight, which meant that all of the boys had been rehearsing their English so that they could communicate easier with their audience.

Jungkook, ever the over-achiever, was determined to do the toughest English tongue twister he could possibly find. Not only that, but in a British accent for his British ARMY’s.

“Betty bought a bit of better butter to make her bitter butter better.” You read from the phone, barely able to read the sentence yourself before you glanced up at Jungkook through the mirror again.

You watched your boyfriend nod as his brain took in the words you’d just said, taking a deep inhale before he began speaking the phrase back to you.

You gawked as the man effortlessly repeated after you, a few of the makeup artists stopping as well as Jungkook raised his eyebrows back at you.

“Was that okay?”

[tefilovesreading]

It’s a match! Part. 2

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None, language but that’s it.

A/N: LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANNA BE TAGGED. 

Edited by: @theamazingtomholland​ 

MASTERLIST // PART 1 // PART 3

“What do you mean he sent you a good morning text?” Jo asked, almost choking on her toast.

“He asked for my number last night,” Y/N explained, her hands shaking while she tried to unlock her phone, “and when I woke up, I had a text from him saying good morning and wishing me a good day.”

“Damn the boy is a keeper,” her friend whistled and winked at her after she read the message.

“He told me he wanted to FaceTime.”

She sat on the stool next to where her best friend was sitting and rested her chin on her hand. The butterflies in her stomach felt more like hundreds of bees buzzing fiercely in there. 

“And you?” Jo questioned with an intrigued look on her face, “do you wanna do it?”

“I think so,” Y/N answered, biting the inside of her cheek, “he’s really cute, and I had fun texting last night.”

“Well that’s a new one,” the ginger girl joked. All their friends knew how much Y/N hated texting, leaving messages on read for days, or taking absolutely forever to respond. She always felt weird texting, not knowing very well how to keep the conversation going over text.

“Tell him you have thirty minutes, and then you have to go do something else,” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and Jo rolled her eyes, “that way if you don’t feel comfortable you have an easy exit.”

“And what if I’m enjoying it?” Jo looked at her as if she was trying to explain how the water cycle worked to a kid, “Jo I’m being serious!”

“In that case, my love, you hang up and call him again after you tell me everything.”

“Who said I was gonna tell you anything, uh?” Y/N smirked and blew her a kiss after her friend gave her an offended look.

“Whatever, Y/N,” Jo flipped her off, “just tell him your professor was sick or something like that.”

“You’re a lifesaver, did I tell you that?” Y/N kissed her friend’s cheek and then jumped off, “I’m gonna go take a shower, see you later.”

“See you later, babe,” Jo said, “don’t forget to eat!”

“I won’t!” Y/N yelled, on her way to the bathroom they shared.

Y/N: Good morning! Hope you have a great day too

She smiled satisfied at her reply and hit the send button.

Y/N couldn’t remember the last time she felt so giddy about a guy, it was exciting, to say the least. Charlie seemed like an easygoing person and really easy to talk to. Sure she was nervous talking to him, but who wouldn’t? The guy was super cute and so nice to her, she already knew she’d be crushing hard.

Thirty minutes later, she was on her way to class with time to go to her favorite coffee shop and have a quick breakfast.

Charlie: Didn’t think you’d answer me so early hahaha Y/N: I have a class in like 20 minutes, wouldn’t have woken up this early if i didn’t have class lol Charlie: So you’re not a morning person Y/N: Oh no, absolutely not!!

She smiled at the boy in the cashier and laughed softly when he asked her if she was ordering the same thing she always did.

“Oh, can you add a brownie please?” Y/N asked politely, while she looked for her card on her bag. After paying for her food, she went to one of the tables in the back.

Charlie: Noted! I swear i try to not wake up early but i can’t Y/N: I bet you’re the kind of friend that wakes everyone up with a lot of noise  Charlie: How did ya know that hahahaha Y/N: I was just guessing, but you do seem like a loud person Charlie: I am, i won’t try to deny it Charlie: What about you??  Y/N: Mmm Y/N: It depends Y/N: But my laugh is extra loud, so I can’t say I’m a quiet girl

“Vanilla latte!” Y/N put away her phone and stood up to get her order.

“Thanks, Dylan,” she thanked the boy and grabbed a few napkins before making her way back to her table. 

Charlie: I bet your laugh is really cute

Her cheeks were burning after that message, and it took her a couple of minutes to tame the butterflies in her stomach before she was able to type a response. Because as much as she wanted to laugh it off and change the topic, she knew he was flirting with her and if she didn’t flirt back, their conversation was basically dead.

Y/N: Guess you’ll have to find out yourself ;).

That was a nice reply, right? She screenshotted their chat and sent it to Jo. If anyone knew how to flirt while texting, it was her best friend.

Y/N: How does it look? Is it too much?? Too little?? Y/N: H E L P

Jo’s response was quick as always. One of the many reasons she loved her.

Jo: Girl it’s fine Jo: Stop worrying about it Jo: It’s mysterious and a good way to tell him you wanna FaceTime Y/N: Ok ok thank you love ya Jo: Love you more  

Checking the hour on her phone, Y/N finished her bagel and gathered her stuff. She waved Dylan goodbye and left the coffee shop. She spent more time than she expected to in there and if she didn’t hurry she’d be late for class. 

It was times like this one that made her regret not knowing how to drive because even if all her classmates liked the Lyft program they had for free, she still felt unsafe getting in the car without a friend.

Back in the day, when she was still dating Lance, he’d made sure to call her and talk to her during the whole ride to wherever Y/N needed to go just to make her feel safe. After all, he was never a bad boyfriend, their paths just went in different ways and they both wanted different things in life.

Charlie: Yeah i guess Charlie: What if i call you later when you’re done with your classes??Charlie: No pressure

She could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks for the second time in less than an hour and had to bite her lip to stop herself from smiling. 

Y/N: Sure, i’ll let you know once i’m done Y/N: But i have to say bye for now Y/N: Gotta pay attention haha Charlie: Get that degree! Charlie: Talk to you later!

Focusing on whatever her professor was saying was a hard task, she just wanted to pull her phone out and text Charlie, see what he was up to and get home as soon as possible, so they could FaceTime.

Sitting on the edge of her seat, she couldn’t help but bounce her leg to relieve the eagerness rushing through her veins. She still had fifteen minutes left, and then she’d be sprinting out of the classroom and going back to her apartment.

“Dude, do you gotta use the bathroom or what?” Sadie, the girl she always sat with during class, whispered through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” she apologized, crossing her legs to stop herself from bouncing her leg. Although the new position didn’t stop her from moving her foot. 

“What’s up with you?” Sadie snorted once she realized Y/N couldn’t sit still.

“Nothing,” she replied quickly, scribbling on her notebook the pages she needed to read for the next class, “I just wanna go home.”

“But you have never been this eager to leave this class,” the girl commented without looking at her, too focused on taking notes, “you love this class.”

“I don’t know,” Y/N let out a sigh and checked the hour on her watch, “I just don’t feel like sitting here right now.”

Her classmate didn’t make another comment about her eagerness to leave the classroom, she just nodded her head as if she was telling her she understood.

“I think that’s all for today, guys,” the professor mentioned, leaning on the desk, “have a good day, and don’t forget to read the articles I mentioned.”

Y/N hurried to gather her things and waved Sadie goodbye before walking as fast as she could to the door. She needed to leave before the halls flooded with students. Y/N considered taking the stairs instead of the elevator but knowing how clumsy she could be, she opted for the latter. Falling down the stairs wasn’t on her plans.

Twenty minutes and a mile later, she dropped her keys on the bowl next to the door of her apartment and kicked off her shoes. She checked her out in the full-length mirror Jo had in their living room and shrugged. Charlie knew she was a college student, and it wouldn’t be weird to see her wearing a hoodie with her college’s logo, also, she was comfy and didn’t want to change into something else. 

She fixed her hair and made sure she didn’t have smudged mascara under her eyes and then made herself comfortable on the couch.

Y/N: Just made it home

Y/N: That was one hell of a long class haha

She bit her nails, the nervousness kicking in while she waited for a response from Charlie. Maybe he was busy now that she wasn’t. God if their schedules didn’t let them at least FaceTime, she felt like she’d start crying and delete the app. It wasn’t like she was talking to other guys though.

Charlie: Finally!! Charlie: Wanna FaceTime?? Or are you tired?

“Fuck no,” she whispered to herself before she started writing her reply.

Y/N: Nah! Let's FaceTime

Her heart started pounding on her chest when the video call entered and the phone started vibrating in her hand.  

“Shit, shit, shit,” she cursed before putting a smile on her face and answering the call. “Hey!”

Holy shit. His pictures didn’t make him justice. 

“How you doin’?” Charlie said and her cheeks blushed.

“It’s that a Friends reference?” she asked trying to hide her smile.

“I swear I don’t mean it in that way,” he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled made her heart flutter. “But seriously, how was your day?”

“It was good even though I hate waking up early,” the way Charlie was looking at her with so much attention, even if it was through a screen it  made her feel so confident, “I had breakfast at this little coffee shop near my apartment and then went to class.”

“But that sounds like a nice morning,” Charlie mentioned, his sweet smile never leaving his face.

“What were you up to anyway?”

“Not much actually,” he shrugged and the gesture made him look young, “I went for a run, then I had to film some tapes for a few auditions, and now I’m chilling.”

“You’re an actor,” Y/N pointed out, not even surprised about the new information he just revealed. It was Los Angeles after all.

“I am,” he smiled, and she swore she could see a pink tint on his cheeks, “I started back in Canada when I was about fourteen or fifteen.”

“Any chances I’ve watched it?” Charlie scrunched his nose and shook his head.

“Maybe, if you are into foreign films,” Y/N tilted her head confused at his answer, “It’s in French.”

“You learned how to speak in French for the movie?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows together when Charlie started laughing.

“I grew up speaking French and English,” he explained with a soft smile, “I’m French Canadian.”

“That makes a lot more sense now,” she laughed off her embarrassment, “I’m gonna blame the fact that I woke up early today. I’m not this dumb, I swear.”

“Don’t worry,” he said and the smile faded just enough for her to notice his intense stare, “I thought it was cute.”

She bit her lip at his words and tried to look away from the screen, but Charlie’s eye contact felt as if he was looking right into her soul and she couldn’t break that connection even if she wanted to. And she definitely didn’t want to do that.

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[wearehuman-after-all]

Society article about Daft Punk 29th July 2021 part.5 (final part) - Translated

“I was in shock, very sad, but I thought at the same time that this concept was a beautiful way to pay tribute to their magic. The idea was to show the energy between the golden and silver hands which represented the collaboration between Thomas and Guy-Man” he says. This work done, the news fell like a guillotine blade for millions of fans: Daft Punk, is over. Several months later, no one around the group has forgotten the sweep of the deflagration. Because nearly no one had been let into the secret. Gesaffelstein hurried to write to Homem-Christo. “He replied to me something along the lines of: ‘It happens. Everything has an end, it lasted for 28 years’”. Antoine Ressaussière, contact straightaway his friend and collaborator Gildas Loaëc, who’s in Tokyo and is sleeping early in the morning. Around 22h/10pm, as he is browsing through old pictures on a hard drive, tears fill up the eyes of this old partner, whose first Parisian pied-à-terre was the collocation between Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo, Cédric Hervet and a few others, not far from La Place de Clichy. Memories of around 20 years of friendship suddenly resurface: Versace clothes races on the Champs-Elysées, the club trips, the holidays in California, and countless other party and music moments. The next day, the team of the 50’ Inside program tries to obtain his exclusive interview. Thousands of kilometers away from there, when he wakes up in Los Angeles after the announcement, 3 text messages shows on Todd Edwards’ smartphone: one from his manager, another one from an old friend of his from New Jersey, and a last one from Cédric Hervet. DJ Falcon, remembers that his phone “started to explode”. The musician, living in Biarritz, was supposed to go to Béziers in order to buy a synthesizer and took advantage of the journey to wander around the surroundings. He had fun observing the flamingos along the coast and had extended his stroll to the Narbonne cathedral, under whose vault he had gotten “50 000 messages”. “I didn’t think that it was true, he says. The friends and I then called each others: Cédric, Gildas, and I phoned Thomas who told me: ‘There you go, it’s over’ I thanked him. Thanks to Guy-Man and him we lived an extraordinary adventure.”

No one among the people close to Daft Punk, knows if this adventure could have lasted longer. If the reasons of the end of the duo only belong to the two men, their close friends still had the time these last weeks to think about hypothesis. Maybe that everything had come full circle and the duo had come at the end of a coherent everything with RAM, a monumental album in which they gathered the funk musicians who they enjoyed sampling 20 years earlier. “They were already questioning themselves after the Grammys Awards: ‘Can we do better than this? Shouldn’t we just stop here instead?’ I was surprised and at the same time it was normal: they need to surpass themselves, to bring something new, and they maybe had the feeling that they had explored everything within the framework of Daft Punk”, suggests DJ Falcon. This June, Antoine Ressaussière had a phone call with Thomas Bangalter. It has been a long time since they last talked. The Daft Punk, calm, told him about all these groups who stay together by force of habit more than anything else, handling their merchandising without doing anything else. This did not interest him. “I think that these times don’t correspond to Daft Punk anymore, adds Ressaussière. Frankly, they wouldn’t make a Get Lucky 2 that they would promote on TikTok by doing choreographies dressed up as robots. That’s not serious. It’s a romantic end of a romantic group, in a time period that is much less romantic. They had the elegance to stop before doing things that bother them.” Streaming services, apps, selfies, that’s not them. Even though at some point they came on stage in a pyramid looking like a spaceship and seemed like perfect incarnations of the future, time ended up surpassing them. One says about Thomas Bangalter that he doesn’t look on social media with a favorable eye, as well as crypto currencies, NFTs and, more generally, the new technology giants handling millions of dollars. One example among others: these last few years, the Daft Punk stayed away from smartphones, preferring to use an old flip phone. “He didn’t get the pictures I would send him, I had to send them to him by email. It made me laugh. But there was almost a stylistic will behind this flip phone. A global idea of control. Daft Punk don’t have iPhones, they want to get their hands dirty, and there’s nothing worse than an iPhone for someone who wants to do that”, theorizes the artist Xavier Veilhan, the artist behind a sculpture showing the musicians in the middle of the 2010s. As always in separations, it is also a matter of life paths growing apart. When he heard the news, Todd Edwards was one of the only ones not to be surprised. Because he had kept in mind one of the conversations that he had with Thomas Bangalter in summer 2017, along Sunset Boulevard. His French friend mentioned the growing interest that Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo had for rap music and its production, not really Thomas’s cup of tea. At the end of the 2000s, when they recorded Stronger, a featuring between Kanye West and Daft Punk, the American rapper had spent hours in the recording studio watching porn films on a loop which made the two Frenchmen not believe their eyes. Above all, Bangalter wanted to explore “something more organic, tells Edwards. And also, there is certainly the desire to remove the pressure of the necessity to do something, to compose something according to the public’s expectations”. Antoine Ressaussière concludes, without any regrets: “I heard that Laeticia Hallyday [wife of Johnny Hallyday, a famous French singer] said that she would have loved to go to the last Daft Punk concert? Who else would have been there also? Macron, Sarkozy [2 French presidents], Dechavanne, Nagui? [2 French Tv hosts] Impossible. It’s good that it stopped like that”

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While pop music history is punctuated by chaotic ruptures, not to say infuriating, it seems that here, everything happened with courtesy. There were never any clashes, falling-outs or sly hostilities between the two Daft Punk, according to their close friends. Before the concert halls closed because of the pandemic, the two colleagues went to Parisians concerts of Tame Impala and Blood Orange together. The duo still sees each other from time to time. Last summer, they spent some time together in Cap-Ferret, surrounded by their children. A little while before that, Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo went to his friend’s eldest son’s birthday party. Daft Punk would even send each other messages around this much-talked-about 22nd february 2021, amused by the harebrained interpretations about their separation. This doesn’t stop them from having their solos career, each one in his corner: Guy-Manuel would produce rap music figures in the future, while Thomas is working at the moment with the Israeli dancer and choreographer Hofesh Shechter on a project related to Cédric Klapisch’s coming film. Todd Edwards also implies that his friend, before the pandemic, had “started a new project”, which he allows himself to outline: “Something different, away from mainstream stuff. An art project, in a way, from a musical and visual point of view as well. It’s a real cerebral experience, against the saturated market of today’s music in the way it’s presented. This cannot be copied or stolen. It’s unique.” Like the others, the Californian man thinks particularly that Thomas Bangalter will go back behind the camera one day, to make his own film. Until then, a certitude shared by everyone: no matter what shape they will take, the new creations of the two artists will not be rip-offs of what de Homem-Christo and Bangalter had made together during these 30 last years. The Daft Punk project is based on the duo’s alchemy. “Thomas is a genius but he can have doubts. When he needs to choose between the vulgar hit and the one which isn’t, he always needs Guy-Manuel. Thomas is incapable of doing anything on the same level as Daft Punk without him, and vice versa”, clarifies a friend. Now that the group took its leave, only shared memories link the two robots and the galaxy of friends revolving around them. Soon after the funeral of half of Cassius, Philippe Zdar, one of the great figures of French touch who passed away accidentally in June 2019, Thomas Bangalter went to have dinner in the Parisian restaurant owned by his friend and former manager, Marco Marzilli. With other old hands of the electro movement, such as Hubert Blanc-Francard, Etienne de Crécy, Pedro Winter or Pépé Bradock, they chatted for a long time about the old times and about that collective story that they had built together. “We were telling each other our memories, our beginnings which date back to the Antiquity, our first machines, everything that we’ve been through together. When it was time to go away, Thomas looked at us like you look at an old family film. He looked up and stared at the horizon: ‘I had forgotten all these stories. In the end, around this table, each one of us it the memory of the other’”, tells Blanc-Francard in Bombass: A history of French touch, an autobiography book coming out in the next weeks. DJ Falcon was part of the guests that night. One of the strongest moments engraved in his memory dates back from the few days following the end of the recording of Random Access Memories. With Thomas Bangalter, they had sat down at the Gang recording studio in order to listen to the whole album, and particularly their track, Contact, which serves as an epilogue. A kind of long rise, similar to the buzzing of a rocket taking off. “At the end of the track, the studio’s speakers, unique in the world and custom-made, ended up giving in because it was so intense, he tells. With Thomas, we didn’t talk. We exchanged knowing smiles, we turned off the light of the studio and we left.” The close friend understands in this final a farewell message left by his friends. “It is as

if the robots went back on their spaceship to go back to their planet.” •

Article by Grégoire Belhoste and Raphaël Malkin and illustrations by Hippolyte Jacquet

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After All This Time... [I]

Words: +1k Warnings: NWH MAJOR SPOILERS ✒︎ Andrew!Peter Parker x MJ!reader ✒︎ this is my first fanfic ever written on this app, so please be gentle aaa (but I have experience, like, I’ve been on Wattpad forever). ✒︎ oh, yes, the edit is made by me ;) ✒︎ I’m not sure if this’ll be a series or a one shot, I’m just navigating on new waters here.

Summary: after NWH, Peter finds himself wondering what other things life has to offer, or is it just the same as always? Maybe he can open his heart once again?

Chapter I. Traces of what was and will be.

Old wounds never seem to heal solely... One to know would question the enhanced individual whose constant broken ribs healed completely over night, but this one... this one scar was so profound and hurtful, it never closed...

Poison filled his consciousness when he remembered no one --indeed, no one-- knew of his double life. The whole anonymity of the circumstances made him feel alone; not at solace, but simply and utterly devastated by the silence of not having something --someone-- to cling to when the urge to cry was mad and urgent. When the dim light of the city that never sleeps shrouded him with grief, made his stomach churn over what could’ve been, and let his mind wander into a pit of darkness to which no one should go past midnight and after midday.

But, there's always the memory... The human’s most deadly drug, which has been death’s ally for centuries, if not, before the first walk on the planet; the first step. 

Time goes by, nonetheless. Proving once again that it is not forgiving, and that lost moments are stuck forever in the past and left as a changing-point in life.

His arms ache and burn as he swings at an ungodly hour; as the first rays of sunshine start picking through the horizon full of skyscrapers and the usual traffic consumes the empty streets.

Peter doesn’t need a clock to know what hour it is. Sleep was something alien to get, and thus, he constantly kept on swinging and swinging and swinging until suddenly the sky was bright again.

Aunt May had scolded him on several occasions --judging by the bags under his eyes and the lack of nutrients he seemed to not get into his body-- and it ached, sometimes, to see her there... as healthy as ever, as eager to work; as eager to carry on with a life he thought should be better, yet... admiration splayed all over when she was around. It surprised him how she could keep up after the many obstacles that had showed up on her path. 

So he mimicked her. Now more than ever. Tried to be someone he once was.

The view above the Empire State Building never ceased to get boring. This one was one of his favorite parts of ever day life as Spider-Man. The view... sweet sweet view, that mesmerized him even on the worst days. He loved how the orange unfolded like a natural dance, and how little by little it got this feverish tone that was different every single morning. 

And just like the fire-like view, his arms burned just the same. It felt like having to use a couple of crutches for the last decade, but as per usual, in the next hours of doing Peter Parker stuff, his arms healed and he was more than ready for another round of punches and swinging around his city.

There was nothing that could take this moment awa--

Oh, but there was...

Like a maniac with own life, Peter’s phone started ringing frantically. There was no need to guess who was on the other end of the line.

Removing his mask firstly and taking out his phone from the bottom of his boot, Peter’s ear was close to burst, and he felt... saliva? maybe, coming from the other side?

“PARKER!” 

Kind ol’ Jameson... how nice it was to hear his voice after everything that had happened just a day ago. Hence, the ungodly hour and the never-sleep program.

“SPIDER-MAN GOES MISSING. HEAD TITLE OF MY NEXT ISSUE, SEEMS LIKE MY HOPES ARE FINALLY SET TO H-- he’s been sighted again!? a moment ago-- jeez, Betty, sit down...”

The old man clears his throat.

“Parker... WHERE ARE MY PICTURES!?”

Peter sighed.

“Jameson!” He greeted in his monotonous excited tone, truly wondering how the man managed to always catch him in the worst of times. “They’ll be there, they’ll be there... I’ll drop them and leave before you can even see my face!”

“What!? I don’t hear you!”

Well, clearly. The connection was never so good on top of a building as Peter once had believed. Too many interferences...

“I’ll get them there! Just wait until the store opens so I can print them...!” 

But the phone had been hung up on the other line already.

“That gentle man,” Peter mocked, just before putting on his mask and dropping thirty floors before detaching a web and swinging away. Those pictures weren’t gonna take themselves.

🕸

When sleep did come, Peter only ever dreamt one thing.

Her... all pale and afraid, but still beautiful. Always beautiful even on her last moments; beautiful and dead --the last image of her he has engraved inside his never-forgiving memory.

He lost Gwen, and there was not a passing day in which shivers and ache didn’t run down his whole body, making him reminisce a nightmare of which he can't escape from.

There is a piece of him that was lost, but then...

MJ was falling. The look in her eyes when her Peter was unable to catch her; his own urge to scream out, "NO!”.

The air suddenly felt short as he fell towards her. Knowing that his webs were useless and that he had to get there, quick.

Peter embraced her; falling alongside her --not daring to let her go-- until his web balanced the two of them and they fell to the ground.

She seemed out of her element; shocked at realizing that if it wasn't for him, she would’ve been no more...

“Are you okay?” Came as a whisper, asking as of duty but wondering if he was talking to himself.

“Yeah,” She answered, feeling the weight of his tears fall onto her sweater. MJ frowned, “Are you?”

Peter nodded with a small smile. He was okay.

🕸

‘The Avengers’, or ‘Stark’, were just some of the things he typed down on his computer some weeks after his re-encounter with old friends from work, and some new ones.

“You’ve got someone?”

“Me? no, no, no...”

Older Peter hummed with amusement laced with his tone.

“I’m too busy... you know, not doing Peter Parker stuff...” Peter laughed grimly. “You?”

“Oh, it’s... complicated,”

They chuckled, knowing all too well the feeling of being themselves and each other.

Peter sipped from his coffee, scrolling down his emails seeing plenty of noiseless yet loud messages from Jameson and his desperation for pictures and more pictures, yet, his focus was shaken by the television on the corner of the room.

“The sudden disappearance of Spider-Man brought, if not enough, more crime and chaos to the citizens of New York. What could happen if this prolonged itself like seven years ago... or is him being here the reason of all this trouble to unleash?”

Peter scoffed through his mug, but the beating of someone’s heart was suddenly much louder than that. 

As a car ran rampage outside of the establishment, everyone gasped and turned to the window. What becomes of you when you watch and do nothing?

Peter stood up on instinct, the time went on slower, nonetheless, it all stoped as it started, with a nervous laugh escaping the mouth of who could’ve been ran over. 

His eyes scanned around. From the watchers to the receiver. 

Her shaky hand clutched at her chest while the other one tried to stifle the chuckles of anguish. The bell of the door went off as the owner of the cafe approached her, probably asking if she was okay... Peter sat down, catching on to some words, like...

“I think I’ll look both ways from now on,” or “I was too busy focusing on not being mugged...”

All the while, she wouldn’t stop grinning and panting...

Then they finally entered the shop, she immediately announcing, “I’m alive, everyone!” 

Some chuckled while other’s seemed shaken, but it all eventually fell to the normal rhythm of before. 

“You’ll find her, you know...” 

Older Peter said as he clutched his abdomen, still being able to appreciate the sunrise.

“Find who?” Peter asked innocently; the feeling of hope flourishing through his stomach, knowing what the other Peter meant. 

“You will find your MJ.”

The clock was ticking, urging Peter to leave the coffee shop and head to deliver his pictures. He stood up and hung his camera around his neck and striped his bag tight.

“Hope the service was of your liking,”

He turned, seeing her again; not scared, rather careless. Peter smiled and searched for some money.

“Yeah, yeah... good you’re okay, by the way, after--”

She chuckled, and interrupted him with a wave of her hand.

“It happens a lot. Guess I still got a few kicks to go, huh,” She said while picking up Peter’s mug.

He hended her the money, awkwardly, and read the name on her tag.

“Thank you, uhm, Glory...”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking down to her tag funnily, “that’s my partner’s name. I’m MJ.”

🕸

That night, Peter was able to found a bare closure; a glimpse to what the future held, and there was no one falling in his dreams neither. Everything was good.

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Ask Answers (February 22nd, 2021)

Hello! Here’s another collection of anon ask answers all put together in one big post.

This might be strange considering how upbeat yall are about the fandoms for your games in general, but is there any particular trope or ship you WOULDN'T want us writing/drawing/etc. in relation to your stuff? (IE, any canon you don't want us 'overwriting' or something like that?)

Of course we would want the fan content people make to not be racist, sexist, homophobic, bigoted, harmful, etc. But in terms of generally doing non-canon pairings or adding in headcanons or stuff, we really don’t mind that. People are welcome to have fun and explore their own ideas.

for the 1.2 Android update was it meant to download as a  separate app? I really want to keep my previous save files but they don't show up (also thank u for the updates I'm really excited to get back into the game!!)

We had to change the name of the file and unfortunately for some phones that meant it’s treated as a brand new game. I’m sorry your saves didn’t transfer over to the new version. You can try to look up your specific phone and see if there’s a way to access save files for games on your device and then transfer those saves over to the new build manually. It may or may not be possible.

I'm having some trouble figuring out how to get the update from Itichio without losing my save files? Is it the same game or a folder I can put in the properties? Sorry if this question is not worded well or if this isn't the avenue you'd want to take technical questions on

Are you using Android? If so, the above answer may apply to you. If you’re on PC or Mac, the save files will automatically still be included.

Hey. I really loved playing our life. It was a fun experience and I never thought I would like it this much. I do have a question, I am currently replaying the game and I am choosing choices I never chose at first. In step 2 during the road trip arc, I decided to ask Cove about what he liked to see on people. One of his response was anklets and black eyes. My MC have just happens to have black eyes. Do Cove say black eyes cuz my mc have it or it was just a coincidently programmed into the game?

He uses your eye color intentionally! If you changed your eye color he’d change what he said.

Will step 4 have 10 moments like steps 1-3? 

Step 4 is only an epilogue. It plays like the openings/endings of the earlier Steps where it’s a bunch of scenes all in a row, there aren’t any individual Moments.

hi! who was/were the artist(s) for our life? 

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who is the artist for Our Life: Beginning and Always?

Main Sprite and CG Artist: Addrossi

Main Background Artist: Vui Huynh

Main Interface Artist: Winter Slice

Other artists who helped out can be seen in the credits of the game.

In the new ol, there are two main love interests... Would it be possible to pair them together or is that weird? 

You can’t stay single and pair them together. If we are going to add all the extra content to have a route where the two LIs get together, it’d be a full poly route where them and the MC were all dating. And that’s not a for sure option yet because it’d add a lot of extra complications. But either way, in OL the relationships all gotta be about the MC, haha.

In OL2, there will be extra LIs in form of DLCs? Like Dexter and Baxter. 

Maybe! We’ll see how it goes.

Since Cove will have 2 diff body types in s4, will the storyline and dialogs reflect this? Or all of it will be the same? Btw love the game and sorry for bad english. Hope this doesn't sound rude 😅 

Some descriptions and pieces of dialog will change, but it won’t impact the story really. And you don’t need to apologize! It’s all good.

Will you ever release the transparent sprites of the Our Life characters? 

Probably not, I’m afraid. They’ve got a lot of pieces and it’d just be kind of hard to deal with, aha.

Something I was curious about, what was your inspiration for making a game with so much customization?

Initially, the idea was just about having a romance where you actually grew up with the LI. But it was pretty stressful to try deciding how fast the relationship would progress with it taking place over such a long period of time and with no real storyline carrying it. People might not wanna play a game where the characters don’t get along as kids, but other people might not bother with a game where kids immediately liked each other. So the obvious answer came, just let the player pick themselves how it goes. From there we simply continued to add more flexibly with the MC due to the same thought process of wanting to make sure people were onboard with how their life was going.

What made you decide to change the artstyle for ol 2 so much? I of course respect all your decisions and will buy the shit out of everything related to ol 2, but i love the original style and i m honestly not a fan of the styles shown on patreon, despite me liking the painterly style in general. (I don t mind the style being changed, just that the examples shown so far all feel like there s something wrong with them.) 

We’ve always used different art styles for each of our projects. They all have distinct looks from each other. It’s just nice to do something new. I’m glad you really like how the first game looks, though. And those samples were only general concepts, rather than the exact options being decided between. We wanted to see reactions to different options. The art style we’re going with won’t be exactly like those, though I personally like all of them. I think players are gonna enjoy the style Our Life: Now & Forever when it’s revealed.

Hey! Is it ok to ask what gender ourlife2 protagonist will be and if we'll be given the same opportunity to customize an MC? Totally understand if you're keeping this under wraps for now if u don't wanna say! 

OL2 will have the same type of MC customization as OL1, but even more refined! So their gender will be up to you.

Hi! I happened upon Our Life on Steam by pure chance. It is such a great game, I am super excited about the DLC, and I just want you all to know that you are awesome! :D I have a question, and I'm sorry if it's been asked before. Do you have plans of making more games similar to Our Life, with customizable player character? The customizable player character was probably the one thing I personally have been desperate for in romance VNs. So glad there finally is one and would love to see more.

Thank you! And yep, we do have plans for more games like Our Life, most notably is another game in the franchise- Our Life: Now & Forever. We’ll also likely have other, non-OL, games with customizable MCs, though we may still have some games with set MCs in the future as well.

On the patreon dlc just curious but is it possible to play it without actually sleeping together/getting the nsfw content? I just want to spend more time with Cove 

Yeah, you can still choose not to go that far. Though the event is shorter if you pass on the 18+ stuff.

At the beginning of Step 2, did Cove end up accidentally falling asleep in your bed? Or did he fall asleep on the floor? 

He fell asleep sitting on the floor with his body/head leaning against the side of the bed.

This may seem like a weird question, but what exactly is the difference between "direct" and "relaxed" on the comfort scale?

Direct is blunter and more teasing, relaxed is lighthearted and goes with the flow.

can the MC have tattoos in step 3? 

Not in Step 3, but you can in Step 4.

how would Cove react if he visited somewhere like North Carolina in winter where it can get in the 20s(F) at night sometimes? 

He would be shocked and unprepared for what serious coldness is really like, haha. The poor beach baby would wanna go home.

Hello! I just joined the PATREON!! It’s amazing! I love your games! I have a question, approximately how much after will the nsfw be out? After or before the dlc 3 and step four? Sorry my English isn’t the best!❤️❤️❤️ 

Thanks so much! The NSFW DLC will be out after the Step 3 DLC but before Step 4. And you don’t need to apologize for that ^^.

This might be obvious but, will step 4 have dlcs? Also, where will the nsfw dlc happen? Won't bother me at all if it s in in our or his house but i do think it d be moderately funny 

Step 4 will have the Cove Wedding DLC and the Derek and Baxter romance DLCs each add a lot of new content to Step 4, though they’re also partially set in Step 2 and Step 3 respectively. The NSFW DLC happens in Cove’s room.

I keep wondering what would've happened if Mr. Holden met Lizzie first instead of the MC. I can't see that turning out well somehow lol. 

It wouldn’t have made a difference. He met the MC’s parents first and they told him about their two kids. He wanted the MC specifically to be Cove’s friend because the two were the same age.

Even though we have a way to go I'm really excited for OL 2! I was curious though, is the next main character going to be adopted again? I thought it was really clever to make the first main character adopted so when players are customizing,  they can make them look how ever they like without worrying about pesky genetics. Just wondering! 

The OL2 MC is not adopted. We wanted to go for a new dynamic. Instead their parents are their biological single mother who is partially customizable and an off-screen sperm donor father. So the mom will look generally like the MC and any other traits not from her can be assumed to come from whoever the father was.

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Suga, We’re Going Down

Part 1

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Because, my darlings, I have no impulse control and Yoongi demanded to be written. I’m going to see if I can balance between SW and this, alternate releasing chapters for each story, but we’ll see. The title is a working title. don’t know if I’ll stick with it. I’m open to suggestions. Enjoy, my lovlies! It was a blast to write!-- Chaotic puff

here’s a link to the song the MC plays in this chapter!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3qrKjywjo7Q 

Yoongi didn’t go to events like this. He was a professional, but even professionals got blocks sometimes, and he was having a block. He couldn’t seem to produce anything new. He had spent hours in his studio trying to come up with something, but the muse had abandoned him. He needed to get out of his head, to get out of the studio for a while.

That was how he ended up sitting through a university showcase watching young, aspiring musicians present their skills. It was a far more classical feel than he used in his music. He was a rap god. He didn’t really use Debussy and Mozart in his work. But there was something amusing about watching all the fresh faced youths taking their showcase so seriously. Most of them would never be serious musicians. They would never play for a national symphony, but the way they all looked it was as if they were playing for some great orchestra or symphony instead of a small college showcase was amusing. It was all so serious, all so insignificant.

He was bored with it. Bored with the overly perfect renditions of the same songs that people had been playing for decades. Where was the feeling? Where was the passion? They were all just clinically passing through the motions for a grade. None of them would make serious musicians, not playing the way they did.

He was about to leave when the first strains of the cello caught his attention. It was the first real emotion he had heard from any of them. His eyes snapped to the stage to see a pair of girls. One was seated at the piano while the other was sat on a solitary chair with a cello before her. Both of them were as perfectly put together as every other student that had gone before them had been, black dresses and not a hair out of place.

He ignored the pianist in the favor of the cellist. Her eyes were closed as she played the rest of her face serene. She was completely at peace even though the song she played showed a deep sorrow. The song was just as recognizable as every other piece that had been played that night. The only difference was the musician.

She was lovely, pale and fragile under the stage lights, but there was also something almost unbearably sad about her, and it showed in her playing. The piece itself was already melancholy, but the way she played it was nearly heartbreaking. Her hair was pulled back in a neat updo that left her face clear for his perusal. Even with her eyes closed her face was filled with emotion. The simple string of pearls around her neck highlighted its curve, its swan like quality. Everything about her was simple, classic, graceful as she played.

He looked through the program he had been given when he’d first arrived searching for the song, searching for a name, her name. There is it was. The Swan composed by Camille Saint-Saens played by Kang Y/N and accompanied by Guem Nina. Kang Y/N. The name rang through his head carried by the melody she played. Beautiful. Beautiful and sad just like the song she played, just like her.

The song passed by too quickly for his liking. Before he knew it she was pulling her bow across the strings for the final time. Both musicians bowed to the audience before disappearing backstage and out of his sight. The spell was broken, but Yoongi still wanted to know more. Who was she? Why was she so sad? Why had she chosen that song? Yoongi wanted to know it all. The thought of her sent inspiration running through him. The fire was lit again telling him to create, to compose, for her.

He wanted to know what she would think of his music. Did she listen to rap? More specifically, did she listen to him? Or did she prefer classical music like the kind she had just played? Did she play any other instruments? Did she sing? How would the cello sound intertwined with his own style of music? He wanted to know the answer to all of these questions and so many more, but first he had to find her. Kang Y/N. His new muse.

So he sent out a bodyguard to find out everything about her that he could. Perhaps he should have felt guilty sending out a man to practically stalk the girl and bring him information on her, but he couldn’t bring himself to feel guilty about the invasion of her privacy. She consumed him, filling his thoughts. He wanted her near him. He wanted to hear her play, wanted to wipe the sadness from her features, and he was determined to do just that. She was meant to be his, and he wouldn’t rest until she was.  

Y/N was unaware of the thoughts coursing through his head as she was backstage tucked into a broom closet peeling herself out of her dress and the uncomfortable heels in favor of a pair of ripped jeans and a comfy sweater. She let her hair down from its tight confines and secured it in a loose pony tail. She loved playing, but stepping out on stage was always nerve wracking for her. The dresses and the perfectly put together faces never seemed like her. She wasn’t fancy or elegant. She was just… her. She didn’t even own the cello she had just played. She could never afford such a beautiful instrument. It belonged to the school.

She had had the cello on loan so long as she participated in the university orchestra, but that deal could no longer be upheld on her end. Family and financial obligations would no longer allow it. They were barely making ends meet as it was. She didn’t have the time to spend at rehearsals and practices when she needed to be focusing on her studies and working. Even her studies would have to take a back seat if their fortunes didn’t take a turn for the better soon.

It was just her, her grandmother, and her baby nephew, well no longer quite a baby. He was going to be three before she knew it. Her mother had taken off years ago. She flew in and out of their lives whenever it suited her usually when she wanted someone from them. Her father, bless him, couldn’t hold down a job to save his life. He was a dreamer. He sat at home most days contemplating the great questions of life like some sort of great philosopher. Most times he was drunk when he did this. She thanked god that he wasn’t violent drunk. His head was in the clouds more than else when he was drunk. Her sister, well no one really knew where Ha Jin was. She had taken off after the baby was born. She’d left Eun Jae with her and their grandmother, and she’d disappeared into the wind just like their mother had.

Part of her wanted to blame her little sister, to scream to the high heavens that it wasn’t fair that she was too young to be responsible for a child, but so was Ha Jin. She had been a child when she’d gotten pregnant, just seventeen when the baby was born. She was far too young to be a mother. Y/N couldn’t blame her for not being ready to raise a child, but she could blame her for abandoning Eun Jae.

Eun Jae didn’t know his mother. As far as he was concerned Y/N was his mother. She and Halmeoni were his whole world, his whole family. Her father couldn’t be counted as any sort of parental figure. He couldn’t be counted as one for his own daughters much less for his grandson. She’d heard her grandmother curse on more than one occasion that the gods had given her such a useless son.  Y/N had cursed on more than one occasion that the gods had given her such a useless father. But they had to work with what they were given, and this was the hand that fate had played them.

She had been eight when she’d figured out that both of her parents were useless. She’d been sixteen when she’d gotten her first part time job to help support the family. She’d been nineteen when she’d had to become a mother for her nephew. It was a shitty life, but it was hers.

Despite all the chaos Eun Jae had brought into the world, she wouldn’t trade him for anything. She loved that little boy more than life. He was her little angel, her light, the reason she was willing to sacrifice anything, to sacrifice everything. She may not have birthed him, but he was her son. He was the reason that she was sitting in a chicken place late in the evening a few days after the showcase with Nina. The pair of them were huddled over a phone making a profile on an app called sugarbebe.

“Are you sure about this?” Nina asked as they finalized her profile. “Maybe you could get another job.”

“I’m already working two jobs, along with school and practice, and Eun Jae. I can’t take on anything else.” She shook her head tiredly, glaring down at her phone in distaste. “We need the money.”

“What are you going to tell Halmeoni?” Nina questioned brows furrowed worriedly.

“I’m not going to tell Halmeoni anything. She thinks I’m looking for another job to take the place of orchestra.”

“And she’s okay with that?”

“No.” She laughed recalling the look on her grandmother’s face when she had told her that she was quitting orchestra. “She’s pissed at me. Says I’m wasting my God given talent, and that I’ll end up like my mom and my father and my sister if I’m not careful.”

“Harsh.” The other girl cringed knowing full well just how scary Y/N’s grandmother could be. “I still can’t believe it was your last concert.”

“It was only a showcase. Forget orchestra. Halmeoni said all that, and I haven’t even mentioned the possibility of giving up school to help with the bills.”

Nina’s eyes widened almost comically. “She’s going to kill you.”

“Yeah. I know.” She shuddered thinking of what her grandmother would do to her if she did quit school to help. It would not be a pretty picture. “I think she’d beat me black and blue with her favorite soup ladle.”

“Then let’s hope she doesn’t find out, and let’s hope you find yourself a rich sugar daddy.” Nina raised her glass in a mock toast, and Y/N raised hers as well.

“Here’s hoping.”

They pressed the button submitting her profile on the app. It was too late to back out now. If she was lucky whoever chose her wouldn’t be too old or perverted. With any luck he wouldn’t be ugly either, but that was asking a lot and she didn’t hold that much hope.  She’d be lucky if the guy wasn’t too much of a creep.

They both stared down at the phone in shock as it chimed, the banner announcing that she had a match on sugarbebe. Neither of them had expected anything quite that soon.

“Well, open it! What does it say? Who did you match with?” Nina asked excitedly eyes taking up almost the whole of her face with how wide they were.

She tapped on her phone opening the profile. MYG. No picture. Age twenty-seven. A producer. There wasn’t much information, but there was a message from the man asking to meet in person.

Nina looked over her shoulder frowning as she examined the profile as well. “He doesn’t have much information does he?”

“He wants to meet.”

“When?”

“Friday.” She gulped suddenly filled with nerves. It was all becoming so real. “He’s wants to meet on Friday at D-2.”

They both knew D-2. Every young person in the city knew it. It was the hottest club in Seoul at the moment, made even hotter by the fact it was owned by the king of rap himself, Agust D. To get into D-2 you either had to be rich, famous, or willing to wait in atrociously long lines and tipping the bouncer an outrageous amount of money wouldn’t hurt your chances either.

“D-2?” Nina gasped practically ripping the phone out of her hand to read the message herself. “Are you sure?”

“That’s what it says.”

“Do you have anything to wear?”

It was a good question. She really didn’t have anything that could be considered worthy of a place like D-2. Nothing she owned was really sexy. It was mostly comfy sweaters, jeans, and cute skirts. Things she could wear to school and work and were comfortable enough to chase a toddler around in. None of those would be appropriate for the club. Neither would any of the dresses she used for concerts. And the look on her face clearly conveyed that to Nina.

“You can borrow something of mine.” She assured gently patting her friend’s arm. “Maybe he won’t be so bad?”

“Maybe.” She agreed nervously.

“You can borrow that purple dress of mine. I can lend you some earrings too.” Nina offered sending her a reassuring smile. “At least you know if he’s meeting you at D-2 he’s gotta be rich.”

Y/N smiled back nervously. “I’m just hoping he’s not too much of a creep. Eun Jae is supposed to be with me at the apartment on Friday. Do you think you could babysit? If I ask Halmeoni to keep him at the restaurant she’ll ask questions.”

She had a small apartment close to campus that she stayed at normally. Eun Jae would bounce between the apartment and the family home with Halmeoni. It was good for him to be out of the house and away from her father sometimes, and it allowed her to keep Eun Jae close. She saw him often enough as she worked at Halmeoni’s restaurant, but on the weekends he would stay with her at the apartment. She’d take him back to Halmeoni’s on Sunday evening, and they’d both stay the night. Halmeoni would watch him during the week while she had classes, practice, and work, and Halmeoni lived closer to the preschool they were sending him to. She hated being away from him so much, but it was the best they could do for the moment.

“Of course I’ll watch Jae-ah.” Nina smiled. “You know I love the little guy. I’m his favorite auntie.”

“You’re his only auntie.”

“Technically, you’re his aunt.”

“Well unless Ha Jin suddenly shows up with a maternal instinct, I’m all he’s got in the mom department.”

“Poor kid.” Nina cringed teasingly.

“Hey.”  Y/N shoved her shoulder playfully. “I’m a great mom.”

“You’re okay at it.” The other girl dodged another hit. “I mean, he does have a sugar baby for a mom.”

“First of all, rude. Second, it’s only until we get our heads above water again, and then never again. This will all be a bad memory.”

Nina squeezed her arm sympathetically. “Maybe you’ll actually have a good time.”

“I really don’t think so, but how bad could it be?” It wasn’t going to be forever, and she could put up with anything to help her family, for Eun Jae.  

part 2