#so let me know if execution is matching the vision

[gothichorrorshow]

desktop moots what do we think of my theme? :3

[slutforitoshi]

rin itoshi - ink *:･ﾟ✧

ft. tattoo artist!rin x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: unprotected sex, fingering, oral m!receiving, head pushing, nipple play, choking

synopsis: you intend to get a tattoo on your rib cage, but your tattoo artist is eager to see more skin

wc: 2.3k

A/N: kicking screaming crying at the idea of tattoo artist rin also ty for 500 followers!

you swallow hard as you come face to face with your tattoo artist. rin itoshi was the one of the executive artists at blue lock arts and was usually booked for months in advance. your friend isagi had managed to squeeze you in since he knew him personally. 

“it’s nice to finally meet you,” he extends a hand, and you shake it lightly, hoping your own palm wasn’t clammy from nerves. 

you didn’t know if you wanted to thank isagi or punch him. he warned you rin might be a ‘cold prick’, but what isagi failed to mention was that he was panty-dropping hot. and you were expected to keep still while his hands traversed your body for the next 2 hours. 

rin reaches for his tablet before handing it to you, “so i took a look at your ideas and this is what i came up with, let me know what you think” 

it’s gorgeous. it wasn’t for no reason that he had become so well-known despite only entering the industry a few years back. the strokes were drawn with precision, and it encapsulated your vision so perfectly he might as well have read your mind.

“rin it’s perfect” you look at him in awe, and it sends a wave of heat to his face. 

he turns away to hide the unfamiliar pink color on his cheeks and murmurs a “thanks, it’s my job to.” he was usually nonchalant about his work, but something about your starry gaze made him lose composure.

you’re guided to his tattoo table and ordered to lay down, lifting your shirt to reveal your right rib that you intended to ink up. 

“this your first tat?” he asks, noticing the how bare your skin was. something impure crosses his mind thinking how he’d be the first one to leave a mark. 

“yup first one” you laugh nervously, “unless you count the failed stick and poke i did myself back in high school”  

your anecdote earns an amused scoff from rin, “don’t tell me you used pen ink?”

“yeah and an unsanitized sewing needle, too. the thing got so infected and left a nasty scar,” you replied, lifting your leg to reveal the raised skin on your ankle. 

“don’t worry, i’ll make sure this one stays” he’s approaching you now with the tattoo gun, “you’re in good hands here”

his words fill you with warmth, and you wonder why you were ever nervous in the first place.

you both settle into a comfortable silence, with only the slight buzz of the gun to be heard. the lack of conversation allows you to focus your thoughts to another subject: rin. 

the view of rin tapped into his artistic zone was comparable to the work he was currently imprinting on your body. his eyebrows were slightly furrowed, lips pursed in concentration. piercing teal orbs would switch their gaze between the reference work and your skin, unnerved by any other environmental stimulus. 

another thing that caught your attention was the lack of tattoos he had on him considering his profession. many artists you knew of were covered and had no intention of hiding them, but you couldn’t spot a single spot of ink on rin. 

“is there something on my face?” he asks, still not sparing you a glance. 

“n-no. just didn’t know where else to look…” you stammer, embarrassed from being caught. you could’ve sworn his lips quirked upwards for a second, but he’s back to being expressionless within a blink. 

“well we’re about 75% finished here so let’s take a 10 minute break and then come back to it” he wipes off the excess ink and discards of his gloves. 

before he can retreat to his desk you ask, “so how do you and isagi know each other?”

“that bastard and i used to be rivals in high school soccer. he used to be real annoying you know, always talking about ‘devouring’ his opponents” he rolls his eyes, remembering old matches. 

“honestly not surprising. i remember he threw a fit when he lost our class’s dance dance revolution tournament,” you laugh reminiscing on your own college memories, “i don’t even know why he tried so hard the prize was a fucking $5 gift card to McDonald’s and he hated that place.”

“apparently gives him debilitating shits” you two finish in unison before bursting into laughter. rin’s laughter is rich and deep, and you try to ignore the shiver it sends down your spine. 

“so how are you unfortunately acquaintanced with isagi?” rin settles into a nearby seat, forgoing his intention to leave.

“we actually used to be coworkers at our college part-time job. and we were the only ones willing to do the night shifts so we got pretty close” 

rin chuckles, “you must be pretty patient to be able to spend so many hours alone with him.”

“oh trust me he definitely drove me insane. he’s a good friend though, and i got an appointment with you through him so i’m definitely thankful for that” you give a warm smile. 

“well, i guess i can thank isagi for introducing us too” he reciprocates your smile, which is quickly interrupted by his manager.

“my ears must be failing me because there’s no way rin is conversing with a customer for once.” 

the manager then looks to you and adds, “well i guess it makes sense that he would open up to a pretty thing like you”

the new presence instantly wipes the smile from rin’s face, and he retorts “what do you want otoya?”

“just wanted to let you know that i’m heading out. make sure to lock up when you’re done” he instructs. he’s about to leave before he turns to look at you again, “hey if rin doesn’t end up asking you out i’d be more than happy to-”

“LEAVE OTOYA”

otoya’s hands go up in surrender, but he makes sure to shoot you a wink before turning the corner. 

“well he is certainly um interesting” you laugh nervously, surprised at the scowl etched onto rin’s face. 

“if you’re interested in him i should warn you that he’s a serial cheater” he mutters, but it only envokes laughter from you. 

“trust me i can sense a sleaze from a mile away” 

your response softens his gaze a little and he signals for you to lay back down on the tattoo bed to start the final session. you couldn’t help but notice that now that you two were the only ones in the building, the space felt a little more intimate.

as the needle presses into you again, you find the pain to be a hundred times more unbearable as a result of your inflamed skin. 

the sensation has you forming tight fists, pressing crescent indents into your palm. and if that wasn’t enough your vocal cords started to betray you, with small whines escaping your lips. unbeknownst to you, those same noises are eating away at rin’s focus. blood is rushing to his head, and not the large one.

“you’re being so good for me, i’m almost done” he whispers in reassurance, rubbing his thumb lightly against your ribcage. his touch effectively distracts you from the pain, sending heat to your lower abdomen. 

it’s not much longer before he’s sitting back, announcing that the piece is finished, and encouraging you to sit up and look in the mirror. what’s reflected back at you leaves your mouth agape. 

“rin, it’s beautiful” 

“yeah, it really is” he agrees, although his gaze never once shifted away from your face.

after a few photos, he’s wrapping up the new ink and getting ready to send you out. as you’re packing up however, you notice a dark trail at the edge of rin’s sleeve. 

“what’s your tattoo of?” you ask, catching his attention. 

he ponders for a moment before replying, “do you want to see it?” 

you nod eagerly, expecting him to roll up his sleeve. however, he opts to discard of his top completely, revealing what could only be deemed as a masterpiece. between that and his incredibly toned body, you were mesmerized.

before your consciousness could stop your instincts, your hand is reaching out to trace over the ink. rin doesn’t stop you, though his skin is burning up from your light fingertips. 

“i drew it myself back when i was an apprentice. my boss at the time did it for me.” 

his voice snaps you back to reality and you quickly withdraw your hand, cheeks flushed. before you could issue an apology though, his own hands are wrapped around your wrist, pulling you back in towards his chest. 

“the things you do drive me fucking crazy” he mutters before colliding his lips into yours. the built up tension over the past few hours is cut so suddenly it leaves both of you desperate to get a taste. 

your hands wrap around rin’s neck, pressing yourself deeper into his warmth. his fingers are tugging at the underside of your shirt now, itching to feel more of your skin. 

he disconnects contact only for a moment to hoist you back up onto the tattoo bed again, lifting your shirt over your head soon after. 

“you’re perfection” he growls at the sight of you before diving into capture your beaded nipple between his lips. the other one isn’t neglected either, finding solace between his fingers, rolling back and forth. 

“a-ah. it’s sensitive rin” you whine at the sensation, which does nothing to halt his ministrations. 

“take them off.” he whispers against your skin, and you need no clarification to know what he means. you kick off your shorts, leaving only your panties stuck against your soaked core. 

rin peels them back, marveling at the slick gathered between your thighs. he quickly pushes you back until you’re rested against the bed, and aligns his fingers to your entrance, eager to be intruded. 

he doesn’t give you the satisfaction immediately however, circling slowly around where you needed him most.

“rin, please,” you beg, “need you inside”

and how could he deny such an earnest request? two fingers push into you at once with little resistance, but it has you rolling your eyes back, leaning further into the firm leather beneath you.

“looks like you need more” he smirked before a third finger made its entrance. a long drawn out rinnn from your lips has his cock painfully straining against his jeans, but he still remained relentless in his pace. 

his digits pumped with such vigor it was impossible to slow down the coil building in your abdomen. his lips attaching to your still-sensitive nipple is what makes you come undone though, and your back is arching against the bed as he’s muttering a, “that’s right, go ahead and cum for me”

with barely a second to recover, you’re ordered to go on your knees as he unzips his jeans to reveal a length you couldn’t fathom fitting within you. the way your mouth watered overrode any fear though and you lean forward to wrap your lips around his tip. 

his hand goes flying to your hair, coiling it around his fist tight. he guides you deeper, inch by inch until tears are pricking at the corner of your lashes. 

“come on baby, i know you can take more” he encourages, and you relax your throat to take an additional 1-2 inches. the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that ran through you hearing the gutteral moan that escaped rin’s lips. 

you built a rhythm going in and out, making sure to circle your tongue at his tip to feel the shudder that ran through him every time. your hair was still gripped between his fingers, so tight his knuckles were turning white. he was getting dangerously close to finishing, and as tempting as that was he wasn’t quite finished with you yet.

“that’s enough,” he orders, pulling you to your feet. before you could process the new emptiness, he’s flipped you around, pushing your chest forward into the leather bed. 

his guides his tip between your dripping folds, and then pushing once he felt the catch of your entrance. the stretch has you letting out a sigh, and it isn’t long before he’s pulling strings and strings of moans out of you.

one hand is firmly placed at your waist, pulling you against the snap of his own hips. the other is fondling your breasts again, addicted to the plush spilling against his fingers.

“more rin” you plead, and his fingers travel up to your throat, wrapping them tighter until you’re lightheaded. the feeling was intoxicating, clearing your mind of everything but the pleasure.

“so fucking good for me, taking it all” he groans, and his own mind is going to a haze at the squeezes your walls kept inflicting on him. he wouldn’t last much longer at this pace, and it would be such a shame not to cum to such a pretty face. 

he quickly pulls out of you, turning you over to face his piercing teal eyes. barely a second passes before he’s entering you again, thrusting with intensity that threatened the bed to tip over. 

“want you to fill me up” you moan, sensing that he was close. the request has him releasing any restraint he once held, painting your walls with strips of white. the sight of it leaking past your folds once he pulled out had his cock twitching in pride. 

the contrast between rin’s behavior within a span of but 2 minutes was stark, as he took a towel to gently wipe up the mess he left behind.

he places a kiss on your temple, “wait for me in the front ok?”, and turns to start clearing up his work station.

once you had finished trying to make yourself look like you hadn’t just been fucked silly, you waited for rin in the lobby to pay the cost of your tattoo. he simply shut off the register though, leaving you all the more confused. 

“wait i still need to pay the rest of-”

“the deposit was plenty,” he shrugs off your concern, “and if you want to tip…you can do it in the form of dinner next week.”

little did you know that he had no intention of letting you pay for that either.

[kairilov3]

Warrior’s Heart (Kabuki Warriors)

Kabuki Warriors x reader

WN; hand cannons!

Asuka - The Princess' Shield.

Setting: Before a match, Asuka catches you pacing nervously backstage.

Asuka sidles up to you with a grin, playfully nudging your shoulder.

"Oi, kawaii-chan (cutie), what's with the pacing? Relax! You’ve got this. You’re not just anyone— you’re with us, the Kabuki Warriors."

She gives you a confident wink, leaning in a little closer with a smirk.

"Look, you’ve got the heart of a real warrior, like me and Kairi. So don’t hold back, yeah? Let everyone see the fighter I know you are. And if anyone messes with you… they’ve gotta deal with me."

She chuckles, playfully patting your back. "So go out there and make us proud, chibi samurai (little warrior). Show ‘em what you’re made of."

---

Kairi Sane - The Pirate's Heart.

Setting: After a tough match, Kairi finds you sitting in the locker room, exhausted.

Kairi plops down beside you, draping a towel over your shoulders and handing you a water bottle, her expression full of warmth.

"Oi, daijoubu? (Hey, you okay?) You did so well out there, my hime (princess). Seriously, I was watching, and you were awesome."

She nudges you lightly, her tone playful yet sincere.

"Don’t ever forget how strong you are, yeah? You’re like the ocean— quiet on the surface but fierce underneath. I see it, and I know Asuka sees it too."

She wraps an arm around you in a quick side hug.

"We’ve got your back, always. You’re one of us, and that means you’re never alone, got it?"

---

Kabuki Warriors Together - The Playful Duo

Setting: After training, Asuka and Kairi flank you, each with a hand on your shoulder.

"Oi, kawaii-chan! You killed it today! Seriously, you’re getting stronger every time we see you."

"That’s right, hime-chan. We’re family now, you know? So let’s keep going, keep pushing, together."

They both grin, giving you an affectionate squeeze on the shoulders.

"And don’t worry, anyone tries to mess with you, they’ve got both of us to deal with."

"Exactly! We’re gonna make history, ne? Just you, me, and Asuka."

___

Scene: Women's World Championship Match against Becky Lynch!

Setting: The atmosphere is electric as the match between you and Becky Lynch unfolds. The stakes are high, with the Women's World Championship on the line, but things have taken a turn for the worse for you. You’re currently lying on the ground outside the ring after a brutal hit from Becky’s Manhandle Slam.

Becky stands over you, a satisfied smirk on her face. The crowd is on edge, buzzing with anticipation, but it seems like your championship dreams might be dashed. However, the tide is about to turn.

Asuka and Kairi Sane, the Kabuki Warriors, watch intently from the sidelines. Asuka's fierce determination ignites, and she quickly formulates a plan.

Asuka springs into motion, sliding into the ring while Kairi stealthily climbs onto the apron, her eyes fixed on Becky. Asuka charges at Becky and, in a swift move, unleashes her signature green mist, blinding Becky and causing her to stagger back in confusion.

The crowd gasps as the green mist clouds Becky’s vision.

Kairi springs into action, leaping off the top rope with her Insane Elbow— a breathtaking sight that has the fans roaring in excitement. The impact sends Becky crashing to the mat, completely dazed.

Meanwhile, Asuka looks at you, who is still recovering outside the ring. With the adrenaline pumping, you shake off the cobwebs, rise to your feet, and quickly slide into the ring. Asuka pushes Becky towards the center of the ring, ensuring that you have a clear shot.

The referee, Slides up into the ring as well, as you lean towards the ropes and grab the ropes before jumping up to the third rope and executed a springboard moonsault on Becky perfectly and pin her. The referee starts to count.

“One! Two! Three!”

The bell rings, signaling the end of the match, and the crowd erupts in cheers and jeers. You have done it— you are the new Women’s World Champion!

As the referee raises your hand in victory, the Kabuki Warriors rush into the ring, grinning from ear to ear. Kairi wraps her arms around you in a tight hug, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Asuka, with her fierce persona softened by pride, holds up the Women’s Tag Team Championship.

Together, the trio stands tall in the ring, arms raised in celebration as the crowd chants your name. The moment is a powerful reminder of their unity and strength— showing that with the Kabuki Warriors by your side, you can overcome any challenge.

---

I'm thinking of doing an angst one.

[jedifighterpilot2727]

Now tell me why do I have the idea of Lena and Kara getting ready to leave her Penthouse for an event but as they’re about to leave Kara grabs Lena, pins her against the wall next to the door because she can’t take it anymore…she just has to have Lena right then and there, her desire for her doesn’t afford her the patience of waiting until they get home 😭😭

So . . . this just kind of . . . came out *ahem* I make no apologies.

As for the other dirty prompts in my inbox, I see you! I am but a subject to the muses. but hey, smut begets smut right?

Rated M for sMut

Also, fair warning, this turned out rather vanilla lol so I hope y'all still enjoy!

Reservations

"Leeennaaa." Kara calls out, letting her head flop against the back of the couch. "What is taking you so long? You look beautiful, I promise!"

There's the sound of shuffling in the bathroom before Lena's voice comes back through the closed door.

"Just a minute! I'm almost done!"

Kara whines, eyes drifting closed . "It's been fourty-five minutes. I've beaten like twelve levels on the match game on my phone."

"Not all of us have super speed, darling. Or perfectly coiffed curls, for that matter."

"You have a perfect everything." Kara counters. "Now can you please get your perfect self out here before I starve to death?" She takes off her glasses to squint at the smudges on the lenses.

"Is this your master plan as Luthor? Make me fall in love with you and then starve me to death while waiting on you to get ready for dinner? I can see the headlines now - 'Supergirl defeated by Lena Luthor, long term starvation plan executed perfectly by wife.'"

Lena's laugh is tinkling.

"First of all, the media doesn't know that I'm married to Supergirl; so the headline would be about Kara Danvers. Second of all,: I'm a better Luthor than my brother, darling, if I wanted you killed then you would be dead before you had time to put two and two together."

And Kara knows that Lena is joking.

Knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that her wife is teasing and would never hurt her - well not without a safe word. But the undeniable truth behind the honey sweet tone sends a shiver down Kara's spine.

Rao, why did everything this woman does have to turn her on?

Kara squirms in her seat as she reaches to untuck the corner of her shirt and uses it to wipe at her glasses.

"Well yes, but we can leave the 'you're evil, I'm Supergirl' role play for another day please? I'm really hungry."

She can hear Lena's long suffering sigh even without her super senses as she holds her glasses up to the light; frowning when she still sees smudges.

The unmistakable click of Lena's red bottom heels sounds on the hardwood floor behind her, as she tries once again to scrub at her glasses.

"Thank goodness, let's go, I've been dreaming about these appetizers ever since the last time we ate at Ralphio's."

The aforementioned heels come into Kara's peripheral vision, and she hurriedly pushes the glasses back on her face.

She blinks once through the streaks that her dress shirt has made on the lenses before she remembers that she doesn't actually need them to see the beauty in front of her and pulls them off.

"Fuck."

The expletive slips out unbidden, and Kara fully blames it on Lena's bad influence; because she lived with Alex for years and managed to keep her vocabulary clean, but now she apparently cusses like some sort of deviant.

To be fair, it's really not her fault.

No one should be held responsible for what they say when Lena Luthor-Danvers is standing in front of them dressed to the nines.

"What was that, darling?"

Kara slowly gets to her feet, letting her eyes trace a lazy path up from the floor so she can fully appreciate Lena.

The heels of course, showcasing perfectly flexed, creamy white calves all the way up to just below the knee; where a short but enticing slit slices it's way up Lena's thigh. The dress hugs Lena's curves in all the right places, guiding Karas eyes up the swell of her hips to the soft crescent of her abdomen.

Briefly, she worries about Lena's ability to breathe in the dress because of how snug it is around her ribs; but then the material cuts away to show off Lena's cleavage, the black lace trimming barely containing Lena's breasts where they threaten to spill over, and she's distracted again.

Her eyes trace the lace over perfect skin that she wishes was beneath her fingers - or god, her lips. She doesn't think she has a collar bone kink, but she definitely has a Lenal kink; so she lets her gaze meander slowly to Lena's exposed shoulders before darting to the column of her throat.

She can see the muscles of Lena's throat contract as she swallows, and sinful red lips are moving - saying something that Kara's distracted brain isn't processing.

"Darling."

Lena's holding back a laugh, and something tells Kara that this isn't the first time she's repeated herself.

Trying to break the spell, Kara shifts her attention to Lena's eyes; but - oh boy was that a mistake. Lena's applied her eye makeup a little darker than usual tonight, and her green eyes sparkle like a faraway planet in the night sky.

"I - I'm sorry?" Kara's mouth goes so dry that the back of her throat sticks together, and she coughs, embarrassed.

"Are you ready for dinner?"

"Dinner? I -uh -yes, dinner. Right." mentally, Kara kicks herself; forcing her body to do her bidding instead of lusting after Lena.

"Apres vous, Madame." She gestures to the door, and that's when her body's obedience ends. Lena's hair is swept up into a tight bun, and the back of her dress is cut just enough to tease.

Her fingers twitch, and before she can stop herself, her fingertips are ghosting along Lena's skin - trailing the path from the chain around her neck down to where he sleeve is hugging her shoulder.

She can see in Lena's posture when her breath hitches at Kara's touch, and it's then she loses her last remnants of self control.

All it takes is one long stride forward and she's caught up with Lena, her front ghosting Lena's backside and her lips lowering down to caress the same milky skin her fingers just left.

"Kara . . ." Lena's voice is shaky and she can see the tremble in the hand that reaches up to undo the chain lock on the door.

Grinning, Kara lowers her head once again to lave kisses against the taut skin of Lena's neck; her left hand following Lena's until she closes her palm against the back of Lena's hand. Kara gently pushes forward until Lena is pressed between the door and Kara's body with their left hands laced together.

Kara's right hand comes up to Lena's waist, and Lena's knocks against the door as she braces herself against the sudden force of Kara's grip.

"Kara . . . " Lena repeats in a strangled whisper.

"Yes, my love?" Kara barely pauses her kisses to mouth the words against Lena's skin.

"Dinner . . . " Lena shudders as Kara hits a particularly sensitive beneath her ear.

"Hmm?"

"We have reservations. . . "

"You have standing reservations at every fancy restaurant in National City." Kara corrects, before closing her teeth around the shell of Lena's ear.

Lena's fingers clench where Kara has them pressed against the wall.

"Do you want me to stop?" Kara offers thoughtfully, tugging Lena more flush against her, fingers grazing the underside of her bosom.

"I - . . ."

"Words, Love - mind reading isn't one of my super powers."

"Kara." Lena's voice quivers. "Fuck."

"Was that a request or a demand?" Kara smirks.

"Either, both, I don't know, just - "

"As you wish." Kara promises, using just a hint of super speed to spin Lena so that her back is against the door, their left hands remaining laced above Lena's head"

It Lena's turn to smirk.

"Are you quoting The Princess Bride to me?"

Kara's right index finger comes up to hook around her upper lip like a fake mustache.

"My name, is Inigo Montoya; you killed my father, prepare to die."

Lena laughs, a full on belly laugh that's a complete juxtaposition with the sexual tension in the air, but it somehow turns Kara on even more.

Grinning, she takes advantage of the way that Lena's head is thrown back against the door and bows her head to claim Lena's neck once again. This time, her lips quickly give way to teeth - grazing and nipping at the quivering skin.

She feels the sharp tug in her hair before she's even realized that Lena's free hand has moved, and she grunts into the freckle on Lena's neck. Her weak knees let the majority of her body weight fall into Lena and the door, and she feels their bodies meld somehow closer; Kara's knee slipping between Lena's legs and shifting her dress up her thighs.

"Kara." Lena's voice is a whispered prayer against her ear, and Kara can't help but chuckle as absolute want and need race in shivers down her spine.

She pulls away slightly, waiting until Lena's unfocused eyes have lost their glazed look and met hers, before brushing the lone strand of hair that's escaped from Lena's bun away from her face.

"You know, we could always send a driver to get takeout if you still want those appetizers." Lena pants out, even as her hips subtly grind down onto Kara's thigh.

"Mmmm, but you got all dressed up." even as she speaks the words, Kara uses both of her hands to pull Lena's hips into hers.

"I only got dressed up to look nice for you." Lena admits with a gasp as she steps out of her heels. The loss of height presses Kara's knee deeper into her center.

"I do like that one suit you have, in particular."

"I swear to god, if you say birthday suit -" Lena threatens.

Kara huffs a laugh, toeing out of her own shoes.

"I was going to say the purple Tom Ford, but I'm partial to the birthday suit as well."

"Don't get cheeky with me, Supergirl." The severe look on Lena's face might have worried others but Kara can see the smile pulling at her lips.

"Cheeky, huh?" Kara's hands drop to palm Lena's ass, squeezing suggestively.

Lena swats at her shoulder.

"Well if you're going to get violent Ms. Luthor." She ducks under Lena's grasp, using her handholds to hoist Lena over her shoulder.

"Hey!" Lena protests, fisting her hands in the back of Kara's shirt to try and maintain some semblance of control even as her legs kick helplessly in the air.

"That's Mrs. Luthor-Danvers to you!"

Kara's laugh echoes down the hall as she carries Lena to their bedroom.

"My apologies." She tosses Lena onto the bed, barely letting her settle from the bounce before crawling over her predatorily. "Mrs. Luthor-Danvers."

"Better." Lena breathlessly concedes before tugging Kara's lips down to hers.

Kara could spend hours kissing Lena - has spent hours kissing Lena - their mouths moving in a practiced dance that somehow leaves her satisfied and yet wanting more; tongues and lips bruised and tired.

But tonight, tonight she wants more.

Needs more.

And if Lena's moans and her nails digging into Kara's skin though her shirt are any indication, then Lena wants more too.

She buries her face in Lena's neck, reveling in the way her tongue and teeth draw out ragged gasps from the woman beneath her.

They both grind their hips, searching for friction, but Lena's dress is in the way. By some unspoken agreement, Lena lifts her hips and Kara balances on her knees and her mouth on Lena's shoulder - one hand pushing the dress up and out of the way and the other jerking Lena's panties down past her knees.

She has little time for a victory celebration though, because Lena uses her distraction at staying balanced to flip them over.

"Hey!" she half-heartedly protests, but it falls on deaf ears as Lena gives the seam of buttons on her dress shirt a sharp tug - sending buttons flying across the room.

Lena uses her hand on Kara's chest to balance as she leans back on her heels and as Kara takes in the scene; she would swear under oath that she'd never seen a more beautiful sight.

Lena's fancy dress is rucked up and twisted; and breasts that were once merely teasing their presence are now playing a very indecent game of hide and seek with every ragged breath her chest heaves. Her once immaculate lip stick is smeared almost pornographically, and more of her jet black locks are framing her face than are left in her bun.

"You're beautiful." Kara breathes out reverently, fingertips tracing an indistinct pattern up Lena's thigh.

"Are you sure you don't want me to go put on that Tom Ford suit - "

"Don't you dare put on any more clothes." Kara lets some of her signature 'Supergirl' authoritative tone leech into her voice, but Lena only laughs.

"Or what?" she teases, even as Karas hand slides between her legs and her fingers swipe through her slick.

"Or I'll have to rip them off of you."

"Is that a threat?" Lena moans as Kara's fingers explore her heat. "Or a promise?"

Kara grins wickedly, two fingers sinking into Lena's cunt with practiced ease.

"Oh, that's definitely a promise."

It's something she's watched probably a hundred times, but there's just something about Lena riding her fingers that she can't tear her eyes away from.

Kara's name sounds like a prayer on Lena's lips, and she can't help but feel a rush of pride at the blush that's spreading across Lena's chest.

One of Lena's hands is behind her on Kara's knee for leverage and support, and the other is fisted in the remnants of Kara's shirt. The green pendant that Kara made her for their last anniversary bounces just above her breasts, drawing Kara's attention but then Lena moans her name again, and she's distracted - watching pearly white teeth sink into maroon lipstick stained lips.

It's a beautiful thing watching Lena come undone, feeling Lena come undone.

The way her body rocks and trembles as she reaches the edge of orgasm, as she clenches around Kara's fingers, as her eyes roll back and drift closed- senses too overwhelmed to keep them open.

It's almost as beautiful as the lazy smile that crosses Lena's face as the last rhythmic shocks fade. The way her body sags almost in relief to be released from the building tension.

Almost as beautiful as the way Lena's hand pushes hers away as the stimulation becomes too much. The way she collapses next to Kara on the bed, already moving into snuggle position before her body fully hits the mattress. The way she pants as she joins her hand with Kara's and brings them to her lips to give an almost innocent kiss the fingers that brought her to ruin.

"That's - I'm just - give me a second." Lena pleads, but Kara only laughs placing a kiss to their joined hands herself before easing off the bed and slipping back to the living room to grab her phone.

"Hey!" Lena's weak protest calls after her. "Where are you going?"

Before the words have even completely left her mouth, Kara is rounding the doorway to the bedroom; taking in Lena's disheveled state with a grin.

"Well, I figure if we order those appetizers now, they'll be here by the time we finish the next round."

[theactualsunshinechild]

I have this incredibly specific WrioChi scenario rotating around in my head that I have to throw out there before it drives me insane. Imagine the following:

Childe seeing Wriothesley walking out of his office, calling out to him, and leaping right off the second floor of the administrative zone at him, and Wriothesley panicking and dropping everything in his arms to catch him and then reprimanding him to "Stop DOING that, you brat!!!" And Childe is just like "but it's fun and you always catch me!"

"I should let you drop," Wriothesley grumbles, though his hold doesn't loosen. If anything, Childe feels his grip tighten slightly as the redhead pretends to contemplate the possibility.

"Mmmm..." he hums thoughtfully, "well, I guess I'll have to hope I land on my feet!" The shrug that follows gets the Duke's brows to twitch lightly on his otherwise stone cold expression.

"You'll break your legs from that height." His grip tightens again. Childe grins. He knows this of course. Vision users have tougher bodies, so he'd have to land wrong, but breaking a bone was a very real possibility. However, he'd heal it off relatively quickly, especially compared to the havoc his Foul Legacy wreaks upon his body, and it was a risk he was willing to take. Not only did Childe have plenty of trust in his own body's capabilities and expertise in executing dangerous drops and cushioning rolls safely, but:

"You will never let that happen." Childe's confident reply echoes in the nonexistent space between them, reverberating through Wriothesley's bones.

"I just told you, I will let you fall," Wriothesley scowls down at him. His grip is a little painful, but his voiced threat is rendered ineffective against Childe, who smiles, softer this time, the sharp teasing corners tempered by the concern that was pacing a visible hole through the frost of the other's gaze.

"You told me you should, Your Grace, but your eyes say you won't." For a second those same eyes widen at his words, and Childe knows he hit the nail on the head. He grins in delight as Wriothesley averts his gaze silently, confirming it further.

For a man who was once meant to keep him captive and kept so many secrets, the Warden was a terribly easy man to trust in.

Childe was never a fan of... relying on others. It wasn't really in his playbook, couldn't be, with the kind of profession he was in, the coworkers he worked with. Physically, letting any part of his plans fall on anyone else's shoulders always came with a threat of failure and fatality. Emotionally, the idea of letting people close to him, like his family, in on his worries was even more devastating. Frankly, letting anyone else into his heart and head was always going to be out of the question. Or so he thought.

The Traveler, was one such newcomer into Childe's limited circle. And when they both found themselves in Fontaine once again for one reason or another, the Traveler, ever the networking expert, introduced him to Wriothesley over a cup of the Duke's fine tea. Introduced was, admittedly, a strong word for a situation in which Wriothesley already had his name, family's names, occupation, and detailed criminal record on file. It was a jarring experience to say the least, to have a complete stranger ask after the well-being of his siblings, but at the end of the day, he could finally put a face to the grand title he had heard so many times during his stint in the prison. Even with the amount of reverence people spoke of their Duke with, Childe had been unprepared for the kind of person he really was in the flesh.

Shrewd and cautious, stomping out problems quickly and efficiently. Polite and charismatic, yet tangibly dangerous and unafraid to resort to brutality when his hand was forced. Wriothesley was nothing if not reliable; he protected his values and people with a steadfast viciousness that Childe recognized intimately -- an indomitable, resolute determination that matched his own.

It seemed like there was nothing thrown his way that Wriothesley couldn't handle, and Childe couldn't help but want to test the limits. Posing himself as the world's most difficult problem to solve was an endeavor that came quite naturally to the Harbinger, but perhaps it was Childe's limits that had truly been tested.

Wriothesley had stepped up to the challenge before him and, while neither had expected to tumble into bed together in the process, it had not been unwelcome. Under the Duke's attentive gaze and steady hands Childe found himself being taken apart piece by piece and reconstructed into a version of himself that felt lighter somehow. It was months later that Childe lay awake with the realization that the lightness came with the missing pieces, the shards of his long-fragmented heart that Wriothesley gently pried out from his scars and bones and swallowed down diligently to keep them safe inside himself. And yet, Childe had never felt more whole.

He had come to trust Wriothesley to a degree he could have never even imagined. It was... less frightening than it should have been to have someone hold his heart this way. To have someone he felt so completely safe with. Childe knew that on a physical level he was the overall stronger fighter from their spars, but this did not take away from the serene sense of security Wriothesley's presence gave him. To put it simply, Wriothesley was someone he found himself comfortable with. He was someone who did not judge him at face value, but rather worked to understand his behaviors on a level Childe could never recall anyone bothering to do. Even now, it felt as though the other had already figured out Childe's motivations on a deeper level than Childe himself.

The Duke looks at him again, this time his eyes alight with a streak of mischief that makes Childe's pulse skip a beat in anticipation.

"...Tell you what, if you stop throwing yourself off the mezzanines, I'll reward you."

"A reward from the Duke himself? Must be quite generous!~" Childe fishes coyly for any further information with a lash lidded look and his fingers playing with Wriothesley's tie. The wolfish grin the Duke gives him in response sends a spark flickering down his spine. Wriothesley sets him down, one hand settling familiarly on his hip as the other comes up to tilt his chin up to hold his gaze.

"You'll have to find out, won't you? Although you can rest assured I am a firm believer in paying people what they are owed." Wriothesley's eyes glitter with promise, keeping Childe's breath hostage in the back of his throat. No precise details, huh? Well, Childe is a curious man by nature, so this suits him just fine; the intrigue adds to the fun of it all.

"I'll take you up on that then, Your Grace. I'll make sure to be a good boy for the duration of this visit, and we'll see if your reward is satisfactory enough for me to behave next time, " he teases lightly, and Wriothesley huffs a sharp chuckle of amusement through his nose, giving Childe's hip an affectionate squeeze of agreement before letting go to go pick up what he had dropped earlier to catch him.

Childe missed his touch already.

[pelagaye]

hair as silver as coins

fandom: honkai star rail pairing: jing yuan x reader summary: jing yuan would be the fairest one of them all among everyone from the six flagships, if only you can tell him that is. no matter, his lazy demeanor and unbelievable appeal are two reasons to keep it to yourself. it takes one walk to change your mind. notes: this fic is inspired by snow white but it isn't an au of it. you'll def see some refs if you squint tho !! n e ways i dedicate this to my cousin who is obsessed w this man. he said he really had fun reading it so i hope that you guys do too ^^

the interrogation begins once the both of you were far enough from the populated areas of the luofu and the setting was simple. jing yuan’s back facing you, he who has coerced to follow him through the evergreens and tall grass. then there was you, who doesn’t mind if you end up collapsing from the strong warmth of the beams above any second now knowing the jing yuan would have no choice but to carry you back.

“lady fu does not take your irresponsibility lightly, general, you are aware of that, yes?” you claim, pushing away an overgrowing tree branch.

"ah, that is very spot on of you, my dear. remind me to commend the master diviner herself," he turns his head to the side catching a glance of you, "however, i do not see how it should affect our delightful stroll. do you not enjoy it yourself?"

the way how jing yuan easily dismisses your question leaves you incapable to suppress an upcoming groan. you swear he does these things on purpose. the audacity of him to call you "dear" is one of them of course, like, who even does that?

"anyone would agree that they too do not see such form of ecstacy with the overflowing papers on your desk, my general," matching up his pace, further reasoning with him. "your seven sparrows don't even make your situation lighter as they enable your procrastination."

"centuries would tell you otherwise. besides, if i were anyone else, i'd assume you were simply jealous of my feathered friends," jing yuan chuckles. "but as *i am* your general, it is alluring to me how you noted their exact numbers, this is exactly why i tell them about you."

he proceeds to tells you that you're nearing your destination but your mind is racing nonstop over the little things:

one, he noticed you referred to him as "my general" when you assumed he'd let it pass. two, he gossips you to the sparrows and although it catches you off guard because who talks to sparrows, you can only hope they're only good things.

—

you immediately detect the pride that surfaces on jing yuan's expression the moment he presents to you the main attraction of your walk.

in front of you stands a sturdy structure of a well. nothing too old but certainly not close to modernity. you wonder if you were just there to get a pail of water and bring it back to the luofu like a mad woman, a strange request not uncommon for the general with you.

he remains sensible, however. "finally" being the general he is supposed to be, you jest. jing yuan laughs at your retort after suggesting you look deeper into the well, promising to not push you down if you ever accuse him to.

so you do trust him, with all of your heart, because what choice do you have when he has already a hold of it way before all of this.

it takes you one peek before jing yuan follows behind you, almost making you- makes you want to believe he intentionally trapped you between the water reservoir and his body as he relaxes his head over your shoulder.

it is not explicit in any way but for safety measures, you remain motionless as you let your heart execute all the remaining movement you can muster.

"this well has become quite special to me for these past years of becoming an arbiter-general," his narrative begins. "you see, if your vision can reach the exact position where its liquid is, you can catch a clear reflection of yourself, no ripples to destroy the image you hold."

this provides you the courage to turn to him with a smirk. "is this your narcissism talking?"

"not particularly, i just like looking at it to remind how after all these years, i am still the same person i have made myself to be." he grins back. "but yes, there may be times i enjoy staring at myself, do you not do the same?"

was the question supposed mean if you enjoy staring at yourself or was it implying if you like staring at him? you will never understand. why does the general like complicating your life like this.

as you discreetly push the question aside, you ask a more important question.

"have i ever made a wish with it? what do you suppose to mean with that?" jing yuan questions.

fumbling with your pockets, you present a single gold coin to the man before you as you turned around, breaking the source of warmth you were getting from each other. "in other planets, you'd make a wish and throw this in the well as if it were some peace offering and hope it comes true!"

"ah~ i seem to understand it better now," the male exclaims. "then i must wish that lady fu does not poison me in any way~"

a laugh escapes your mouth. "and how do you suspect lady fu is to poison you, general jing yuan? she's too prideful for that sort of lousy play, how do you even expect her to execute that?"

"anything can happen, my dear! she might as well use a single apple to make things easier!" jing yuan continues the banter. "but i wouldn't fret knowing you'd be there, i'm sure you'd help break my curse! unless- you are to work alongside with that divinator then i will never get my true love's kiss!"

your heart starts doing its own thing again while your breathe hitches for a moment, unsure if you were in the right mind to respond. "how bold of you to think it's a true love that can only break such intoxication, general."

and out of the blue, jing yuan holds you close as his hands reaches for your cheeks. he stares at you with the utmost adoration that you had been denying for so long but despite it all, it's evidently there.

"that may be correct but at least," his face coming closer to your own. "even without a kiss, i am more than sure about my true love."

[sugarcookiefawn]

🎀🪽the 2024 victoria's secret fashion show: my thoughts, the good & the bad

hello angels! as we all know the 2024 victoria's secret fashion show happened yesterday, october 15, and i was sat in my living room with my matching pjs, makeup, and a hot, steaming cup of tea all vs coded of course! i barely even know where to start being that i have a lot of positives to share and a few negatives. sit back, relax, and please enjoy this read!

i do want to preface that unfortunately i was one if the girls that didnt watch the fashion shows growing up, being that i was a bit too young, however i am aware of of how the old shows were like! and this is my opinion, feel free to disagree with me

one thing i had thought was that there was a certain charm that was missing. i'm not sure how to describe it, but the set design was pretty plain? there wasn't any props, no glitter... which i understand now it would interfere with the performances but something would be better than nothing! i also think the lack of a runway is also what threw me off. who was the engineer and set designer behind this? there are so many better ideas that could be executed that could bring this from good to GREAT!

im not sure what the theme was for this, but some of the girls were so serious. not a lot of smiles, some look bored! it worked for some segments, such as kate moss, alex consani, it worked for them! but candice swanpoel... you did not have to mog us SO hard, a smile would've been so nice! a little more energy from the models, please!

speaking of alex consani, some of the wings either looked really good or very cheap! i liked alex's wings, the shape of them, but it wasn't the right material. there seemed to be some favorites when it came to wings, because god was gigi hadid's wings gorgeous! doutzen kroes'... not so much. next year we hope that all the angels have equal opportunities for their wings to match their beauty!

that's really all of my negatives really, the lack of ambience, the wings, the energy... because to me there was a lot of good that outweighed the bad! like can we please talk about the gorgeous gorgeous amount of diversity and inclusivity? my dark skinned beauties, plus-sized dolls, og models, ahh! i've seen some opinions disliking the hair choices, but i absolutly loved the big, blown out hair, like tyra banks and devyn garcia!! the fantasy babyyyy!!

speaking of hair, i know! we disliked the ponytails, i heard y'all loud and clear but hear me out. i swear i read something somewhere saying that the old vs was trying to sell the "bedroom fantasy." personally, i feel like high ponys were certainly flirty and youthful! and if we’re talking about the bedroom fantasy, it could allude to it being grabbed? do we see the vision?

more positives! THE PERFORMANCES??? lisa! tyla! cher!!! they all did their big one. god, it’s so hard to pick a favorite, but can we talk about how cher and the dancers absolutely stole the show? i got CHILLS, and she looks so so so stunning, and you could tell how all three of these women were absolutely was feeling themselves. they brought the energy that we needed. i found myself smiling and having fun the whole time!

and the fact that most the looks you can shop!! i’ve seen some people complain that vs should stay unattainable, which i understand that but i felt that this fashion show was a sexy mix of both inclusivity and exclusivity. and let’s be honest? most people complaining about keeping vs unattainable really don’t have any grounds to complain on 🙊

my overall rating? 7/10. i think vs really hit the mark with a lot of what fans were asking for: the backstage vids, the pink, glitter, shine! but there are a few places where they fell short, and i’m hoping they’ll take the criticisms and study it, and if there’s a show next year, it’ll be even bigger and better!

thank you if you took the time to read this! i would love to hear other people’s thoughts on the show. mwah!

xoxo!

[shroudkeeper]

My dreams are filled with the faces of those who are not long for this world. It is a haze, a dark sea made of bodies, most are unrecognizable to me, people that I have never come across; I perhaps never would if not for the duty passed unto me. When I awaken, the images are embedded into my memory, and in darkness, I seek to set them free. Each one has a name, a life they have lived, and in some cases, barely had an opportunity to exist beyond their youth.

One would assume I would be accustomed to it, to watch life diminish before my eyes, but it never gets easy; as I stare at your face now, I am haunted by the twisted vision of your end, while being wide awake.

❝A gorgeous blade, but that steel has not tasted blood since it has fallen into your hands,❞ Shigure's smile was that of a shark, far too toothy and wide, full of hunger.

Mortals were monsters that I could not willingly fight and kill.. and he knew it.

His eyes darted quickly to the katana held, watching for a tremble, any indication that my resolve had been weakened.

❝But mine has, and it has fought against Hayate, so you know that drawing it against me is pointless, I know every move your dear master has taught you, every deflection, every single attack.❞

Behind his words, stone met with steel with his languid approach. But the blade itself seemed to be wailing under the scraping sound in a pitch no one could hear unless they were sensitive to the otherworldly.

For the first time, I felt hesitation. His silhouette did not match the outline of his tall frame. That is why I did not recognize his gaze, it was a stranger that looked at me now, and behind his eyes, something called out to me.

He was no longer just a man. Something brewed within, corrupting from the inside, dismantling what made him mortal.

He read my expression, the wordless inquiry I wore, and from his lips bubbled out a malignant chuckle, one that struck a chord of caution within me. To execute him outright, would take more than Amanokaze.

❝Each one of those souls, paid to be broken reflections of you. I had them paint their face, wear your perfume, and even found similar pins the old man gave you to complete the look. But none of them could amount to who you were, what you are.

I could not taste the same darkness in them. In the end they were all the same, useless puppets, puppets whose strings I had to cut for their lack of perfection. But they have found a new purpose, sacrifices I offer in worship.❞ He glanced down at the blade, my assumptions were correct, but he continued, forcing my eyes back to his own with a wave of his hand directing me to pay attention before he continued.

❝Then I realized something.. I was still just a man, a man chasing after a monster, to catch one, I must become one.❞

There it was, I suddenly felt my grip loosen and something inside me twisted into sickening knots. He chose this, to give himself to a spirit, to let it infest him, and soon devour anything that made him who he was. The madness that drove him will lead him straight to his grave, he just did not know that dawn would not come to greet him after tonight.

❝The floating world could never compare to the pleasures you will unleash unto this world. No more hiding your nature, no more having your wings clipped and forced to live behind your father's crafted cage. A flower trapped in a vase, nothing but an ornament made to admire. Let me liberate you from that prison; together we may be free to be our true selves. Clans will recognize our strength, our power, and bend to us.❞

But he would not stop there I feared, the Shigure of the past was my teacher of history, he instructed me on the battles and bloodshed that happened between the clans seeking power. He was educated in the histories of their rise and fall. These lessons enriched my knowledge of a land still new to me, I am ever thankful for his patience; I thought nothing of it, only that he simply enjoyed learning about the foundations of our society.

Not use it as his handbook to further an agenda, one I never wished part of.

I could only fathom what delusions he had about me.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sight of his shadow slithering behind his heels, with each pendulum swing of the lanterns hanging above us, much like too much ink spilled upon rice paper. There is no remorse that I could sense, only hunger was a constant found in his steady gaze; his lips were primed, his blade unwavering and deafening with each step he took closer, making the gap between us smaller. ❝I have loved you and been denied every dark part of you, time and time again. So I fixed it, your pathetic ijin may have not found a treasure to bring to your father's feet, but I certainly found something, and it has brought me every delight possible, except for you.

I deserve you now more than before..and I won't denied anymore, little bird. ❞

[windslar]

Hi Ily, hope you’re well. I had three questions so sorry for the ask spam!

I’m so in love with the direction of TJOLC at the moment – I get so excited for each post, which feels like a mini cinematic masterpiece and Rueben’s storyline has me heavy breathing. 🤣 I only recently started following you and have binge-read the whole legacy a few times (I’m also loving the bright, slice of life feel of your MBTI legacy, which feels like a breath of fresh air!).

1️⃣How do you feel like your enjoyment of the game has been affected by the storytelling of Gen 3? I think I read that you prefer to be guided by the gameplay, and I wondered if that has changed or reversed now, and if you spend much time actively playing rather than setting up your scenes? I know legacies tend to have a short-ish lifespan with the edit/post-processing/posing burden and wondered if you felt like it’s sustainable for you, or if you love that side of things? (Thank you for indulging my curiosity!)

2️⃣I love the Mac UI-style widgets you use in your posts (like the camera/camera roll widgets) and wondered if you created them or if you’ve downloaded them? If the former, would you consider sharing them? I totally understand if not and fully understand wanting to preserve the uniqueness of your own style.

3️⃣What are your favourite PSDs to use lately? I’m always on the hunt for more ways to make my gameplay come to life a little more and wondered if you’d come across any gold? 😁

Thanks so much Ily and have a wonderful day. ♥

Hi! Please don't apologize for the ask spam! Sorry for taking a few days to get to this. I wanted to ensure I answered all of your questions thoroughly and thoughtfully 😊 Also,Thank you for enjoying Reuben's storyline. I have so much planned for it, and I really want to make sure I get as close as possible to executing the vision I have for his story. My MBTI legacy really is supposed to be a break from the dark vibes of Reuben's gen so I'm really glad that's coming through. 😁 I'm also dipping my toes into a little storytelling with that save... You'll see!

This is such a good question and something I'm semi-struggling with at the moment. In the past, I've let gameplay dictate the direction of my posts, but it's been very different with Reuben's generation. Initially, I wanted to incorporate gameplay posts with posed storytelling/dialogue-driven posts. But I found myself feeling like the gameplay stuff was just filler. The problem is story posts are so much more tedious -- finding the right poses, setting up the shots, and coming up with the dialogue. It's a less "organic" process, and while I love the results and often feel like the "work" is worth it, it does feel like work. For the entire month of May, I was able to post once a day (for each save!) and I thought I'd be able to keep that pace; but I'm literally at the end of my TJOLC queue today 😓. So, no, it's not sustainable. That's why I'm giving myself a week (or two) to catch up and build up my queue again. I also might have to use this time to update my mods, clean up my cc folders, and finally release a little project that I've been working on for a while now.

I'd say 99.9% of the widgets I've used in my posts were ones I created myself. I link my first PSD pack in my pinned post. Speaking of the little project that I've been working on, I plan on sharing some of the unreleased UI widgets and templates in a part two version, so stay tuned!

These days, I tend to use my own PSDs just for cohesiveness' sake. But some of my favourite PSD/template creators are @folkbreeze, @awkwardwhims, @pxltown, and @bunnithechubs. I love seeing people mix and match PSDs from all these different creators!

[alukardtheabysswalker]

This might be lost in the sea of praise but I still want to say my piece:

@re-dracula is SO GOOD. Like ON SO MANY LEVELS. It is expertly crafted and we'll thought out.

The acting is incredible, like hands down you can hear how everyone is on top of their game, and yeah with many of these performers we already knew how good they are but this new adaptation brings the best in them. And we still have so many more to hear yet!

That brings me to my second point: the directing is so precise, the way the text is interpreted and laid out makes you reconsider stuff about the source material you had never thought of before! From the directing in the soundscaping to the acting there's clearly a vision of what to bring to the audience and it is so well executed!

The soundscaping, editing and music are *cheff kiss* at every moment that you could think a sound to be pertinent it is there! The wolves howling, a struck match, a door, everything is of an incredible quality and you can clearly see(listen) that it was planned and executed to perfection. And the music is just sooooo good they both set the mood perfectly.

And so many little details like the sensitivity and inclusivity stuff they do, the casting was on point, you can very clearly see that this is a work of love. Dracula Daily already made an impression in all of us and made much of last year so enjoyable but you can see(again, listen) that everyone involved here is so in love with the idea, the source material, the work that's needed for a podcast like this.

I am just so enamoured with this, not only do I believe it is perfect for a gothic horror novel to be adapted to audio because as a medium it works so well! But it is also SO WELL DONE.

Just, incredible work, INCREDIBLE work on the part of EVERYONE. If this post gets to anyone on the team please let as many people that were involved in the show (production, cast, moral support, anything and everything!) To know that we are ALL so thankful for everything that you've done and our lives are richer (if only simply as entertainment 💜) by what's a labour of love and you all deserve so much praise!

[raplinesmoon]

let’s talk about it: bts’ closets

It’s late lol and I was inspired by Sunny @minisugakoobies latest poll about borrowing BTS’s clothes, but it got me thinking hard about their actual style and how great it is!! I feel like they all have such distinct personalities that come through in the way they dress, and if I had all the money (and style sense) in the world, here are the outfits from each member I would want to steal:

BTW, I would love everyone else’s input on the outfits they would steal!! (drop me an ask)

Namjoon

Can we just talk about the yellow daisy shirt? Because it’s literally fucking perfect. I think I love it almost as much as I love Namjoon, and I love that man. It’s the perfect piece that adds some interest without making too much of a statement, and it’d look so cute styled with so many other things. i love that he matched the shoes to it too. If I saw anyone wearing this, I would offer to wife myself immediately. The second outfit? I would steal it bc I literally have it. I have it and I wore this same combo - sneakers, plain shirt, grey long coat, and jeans to the art museum. So Namjoon is basically my boyfriend already you see.

Seokjin

Lowkey, I feel like we don’t give Seokjin enough credit for his sweatshirt collection. He has one of the best sweatshirt collections among the members.  think it’s his staple piece, and it totally fits the cosy boyfriend vibe he exudes. Like what other man looks as equally adorable and hot wearing a fluffy bear on their shirt? Let me know. I like how he pairs them with both trousers and jeans depending on the mood of the outfit, esp as someone that loves sweatshirts too. Every once in a while though, he busts out a piece like the jacket in the second pic and I have to pick my jaw up off the floor bc I NEED IT.

Yoongi

If there’s one word I’d use to describe Yoongi wearing anything, it’s effortless. He could be wearing a paper bag and look like he walked off a runway. I like how his casual sense of style really showcases how beautiful he actually is. Like the outfit in the first pic is so simple, but he’s literally glowing in it?! Proof that self-confidence goes a long way. Also we just need to talk about the LV sweatshirt bc he pulls it off even though it’s not his typical style, and I love the pop of color in an otherwise plain outfit (would I wear it on the first day of class if I was still in college? yes)

Hoseok

No bc let’s actually talk about it: Hoseok is a fashion god. I’ve never come across anyone with a better eye for style than him. He’s bold, expressive, and not afraid to take risks and I love that. He can take the most cacophonous pieces and somehow make them work. Like if you step back and look at the first outfit - none of those pieces should work together. At all. But they do bc he knows how to blend patterns and colors. Also making a bold claim that this man knows his way around some denim bc it looks so good on him - the way he pairs navy on navy in the second fit without it looking like a Canadian tuxedo is beyond me (I NEED THOSE PANTS!).

Jimin

We can’t even talk about Jimin without talking about his iconic Chelsea boots and leather jackets. We love a man who knows the value and importance of styling outfits with statement pieces in mind. Also proof of how a well-made good quality garment can stretch a long way when it comes to style. But also?? Can we talk about his accessories?? Bc they’re wonderful. From the hat to the cute bag in the first fit - he really puts thought into the details and those little things are what pulls his outfit together.

Taehyung

I know I said I’d steal Namjoon’s clothes, but these pics of Tae have me rethinking my vote entirely. Tae’s style is driven by such a strong creative vision - he knows the look he wants to execute and he delivers on theme every single time, despite how different the two outfits are. I’m in love with the patterned shirt from the first outfit that breaks up the blocks of color (thought out like a true artist Mr. Vantae). And then the paint splotches on the second outfit? Amazing. Also big ups to Tae bc he supports sweater vests and I am the number one sweater vest enthusiast (they make everybody look cute and cosy).

Jungkook

As someone who wears scrubs most of the day, I really support Jungkook’s mission to be as comfortable as possible at all times. Who said looking good has to be uncomfortable? I’ve been freaking out over the jeans in the first pic ever since I found out Jeon Jungkook existed - they elevate the outfit while still keeping the look very boyfriend bc of the stripes on the side (as the proud owner of some two-toned denim myself). And then the hanbok!! Jungkook predicted how matching sets would be all the rage a few years before it happened! A lowkey trendsetter >>>

[berrypass-de-murdler]

76. Hooray for Hollywood!

The transition between the last episode to THAT title, lmao

Here we enter the fourth and final season of the murdle cartoon! Featuring new characters and a lot of random shit. I very much hope you enjoy these new developments as we head towards the series finale we've all(?) been waiting for!

In finishing-the-last-few-characters news, Cryptozoologist Cloud is now active!

It took three tries to make sure he matched Fletch's vision, and wow what a specimen. They're half Samoyed and half isopod, with some yeti crab vibes, and they're at least 90. Funny how they're a 'cryptozoologist' when WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL ARE THEY And for the debuts,

Fletchinderat's Executive Producer Steel is just AAAUGHGH she's perfect!! The perfect money-grabbing asshole design. It's rumored she's the archnemesis of the Editor Trio!

And here is the hilariously weak Hack Blaxton, a literal hand puppet! How is this little freak supposed to intimidate anyone? His arms don't even work! If you try to look underneath him, you'll see a person in a fullbody black suit operating the puppet. Does 'Hack Blaxton' even really exist?...

Background Marengo is one of the few that is not finished yet, although her design is essentially complete because she's a faceless mannequin! She's forced to play all the victims in the movie, and she hates it a lot...

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Rain pours on a monochrome background. Crammed into an apartment about as big as his self-esteem lies Deductive Logico. He ‘drinks’ coffee, fraught with depression, and stares out the window at the crying clouds, all in black-and-white.

LOGICO: [narration] When you look at me through the window, I know the first thought that comes into your head. ‘He’s a detective’. And you’d be wrong. I, Deductive Logico, am not a detective. Not anymore. The past month of my life I dedicated to revenge, driving me through countless more insipid little cases that led to nowhere. And when I’d solved them all, I learned that the person I wanted revenge for and the person I wanted revenge on were the exact same person. And I was done. No more of this. No more silly mind games. No more chasing shadows. Detective work is over. I cannot and will not put myself through this again.

The color never returns. But a phone does ring.

His first boss.

MIDNIGHT: Would you be interested in making ���Murdle’, a spectacular film based on your award-winning book and recent occurrences.

Logico says nothing, and just hangs there. Thoughts swirl in his head. He’s done with detective work, but is he done PLAYING a detective? But then again, this movie is based on his life… a life he does not want to re-live. 

MIDNIGHT: Never mind if it’s a good idea, let me tell you what it pays.

Logico’s pupil shrinks in amazement and he drops his phone into his coffee. A number never sounded so good. 

The theme song happens, so the color is back.

He’s at Hollywood now. 

MIDNIGHT: Good. You came. I didn’t want to get an actor. LOGICO: I AM an actor. MIDNIGHT: Also, someone is dead, so you have your favourite job too.

Some film workers are the suspects. They are called Executive Producer Steel, a cyborg woman, Hack Blaxton, an actual puppet, and Background Marengo, a sentient mannequin. And that dumb kid Smoky is there.

LOGICO: How did you get into Hollywood? SMOKY: I LOVE movies! I wanna make one myself! MARENGO: Move over. I want to get MY movie made.  BLAXTON: HAH! Good luck.

Marengo slaps him. 

LOGICO: I presume all this is some kind of publicity stunt. STEEL: [gasp] Are you for REAL? I would NEVER EVER want to sell a script. UGH. How DARE you think that way of a WOMAN. BLAXTON: I hate you, I do! The only PURPOSE of working in the movies is to sell scripts! My GOD!!!

Well, that’s their motives cleared up pretty quickly.

BLAXTON: Picture it: Background Marengo was in the Argyle Talent Agency. LOGICO: I understand what you were going for, with the ‘picture’ having to do with the film industry. But it is not working.

Damn, Logico is reverting back to his old obnoxious self...

SMOKY: Oh, wow! A film strip was at the Midnight Movie Studios. LOGICO: For one, I probably could have figured that out myself. Also, your catchphrase is terrible and annoying. 

I rest my case. But this mystery is shut tight. Like, aside from the motives, there’s close to nothing. Could this be…

A MYSTERY LOGICO CANNOT SOLVE??

Of course not! It’s only the start of the season! But how can he solve this? He’s gone through the locations over and over again… He rolls under a car and pouts.

Irratino is in his giant-ass house. He is trapped with an ankle monitor, doomed not to see the sun for a long while. He sobs hysterically into pink silken pillows as he watches telenovelas and drowns his sorrows in unhealthily large mouthfuls of cheese popcorn. His phone rings, and he forces a heavy swallow and inhales his tears back. He picks up the phone like a badass.

IRRATINO: Mom?? LOGICO: This is Logico.

Half the cheese popcorn comes back up. You can very much tell that Logico is trying to do the most pained, awkward fake smile, even though he can’t.

LOGICO: I [ahem.] [MM.] I need your help with a… with a murder. IRRATINO: H-H-H-HELLO??? HOW?? WHY? DUDE!! LOGICO: Just do your thing please… IRRATINO: Uh-huh, uh-huh! Um… [slaps himself] WAIT A SECOND! NO! NO I WILL NOT, DEDUCTIVE LOGICO! You can’t come running back to me for help now! Is it even okay for you to be calling me while I’m under house arrest??  LOGICO: Tino I don’t have time for this… IRRATINO: WHAT?? You punched me IN THE FACE, SO HARD!! I couldn’t talk normal for DAYS! [manly crying] And there is NO way, that I am just gonna DO STUFF, with the THINGS and the STUFF now!! Right??

Silence. Then, some liquid noises.

LOGICO: Did you take the phone into the bathroom. IRRATINO: NO!!! [ahem] My, uh… my tea leaves say that Steel was in the Great Park. So… BYE!

Silence.

IRRATINO: …This is where you hang up now ;;

That makes Logico blush just a teeny tiny little bit. And he already knows the answer now. 

LOGICO: Why… WHY would you need to murder to sell a script? Don’t you already have a great career? BLAXTON: HA! HAHAHAHAHHAHA! I had a great career yesterday. NOBODY has a great career TOMORROW. LOGICO: Especially when they’re murderers. 

Logi gives him a tap on the head with a magnifying glass and knocks him unconscious. He probably shouldn’t have done that, but it felt so good.

The end!

Jumpscare gacha cloud

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[akuaya-eng]

(Main story) Chapter 6 - Episode 6

- ESPADA'S PAST -

-Espada

Is everything purified?

Fiori

Probably. The presence is gone, so I think it's fine. We miraculously escaped from Adder only to be attacked by curses, I don't know if we're lucky or not.

Espada

Lord Dia… Are you really okay? You must have used a lot of magic…

Dia

You're worrying too much over something like that, Espada. Are you questioning your master's power?

Espada

Of course not! Lord Dia, you are the most noble devil I've ever met. Even against Adder, he would be no match for you.

Fiori

You say that, but honestly, we were struggling a lot. If we hadn't escaped with that mysterious power, we'd all be cursed ghosts floating around the castle by now.

Espada

Watch your mouth, you insolent fool. If Lord Dia hadn't protected you, you'd have been destroyed at the very beginning.

Fiori

I do appreciate it, but it was originally because of you prince-- ...

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Adder

Besides, you've never caused a calamity since becoming a devil, have you?

Dia

………

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Espada

… Anyway, staying here is dangerous. Let's stay away from the castle for a while and see how things go.

Dia

Yes, that's right. Fortunately, I recognize this area. There should be a building where we can take shelter from the rain. Follow me. (starts walking)

Espada

… Yes, Lord Dia…

(thinking) ...On that day, I swore. I will serve you until the end of my life…

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Espada

... (hears steps) ...?

Rosé

Pada! Thank goodness~! You're still alive~!!

Adder

Lower your voice, Rosé. Do you want to be killed too?

Espada

Adder… Rosé… Why are you here…?

Adder

… How pathetic, you "half-devil".

Espada

…Tch.

Adder

You are too weak to receive father's power, so you can't stay in the Belladonna mansion any longer.

Espada

Adder, brother…

Rosé

Um, do you need a translation? He's saying, "I'm letting you escape". Such a kind big bro. Here, let me untie you. (unlocking sound)

Espada

Ugh... Gah… Tch.

Adder

There's no place in this Devil World where someone as useless as you can survive. Go back to where you came from. And never show your face again.

Espada

… You devils brought me here according to your own convenience, and now you're simply sending me back to the human world when I'm no longer useful.

Rosé

Well~, isn't it better than dying? He's planning to kill you tonight. It's gonna be sad to see Pada gone, but as long as you're alive, we might meet somewhere again ♪ So just run away from here, lil bro.

Espada

…...... (runs through several places)

(thinking) Enough… I'm so tired…

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Imperial soldier

--The sinful devil who threatened our Aquilegia Empire must die!

Imperial commoner child

Mom, is that devil a bad devil?

Imperial woman

Yes, that's right. All devils are bad. guys They deserve to be killed.

(vision goes black)

Espada

(thinking) … I can't be a devil or a human. There's no place for me in this world… Execution, they said… It's tomorrow. Finally… everything's gonna end.

Gatekeepers

What's this!? I can't see anything!

(blade sound) Enemy attack! Enemy attack!!

Espada

…? What on Earth…

??? (Dia)

(walks in) --To think you handed your life over to humans. What a pitiful devil you are.

Espada

… Who are you?

??? (Dia)

You don't even deserve to know my name.

Espada

(thinking) A devil…? You sound like a young child…

??? (Dia)

Look up.

Espada

………

Dia

… Not bad. I like that look in your eyes. Come with me, devil. Dedicate yourself to me.

Espada

What are you saying--

Dia

--From today, you belong to me. I am your place.

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Espada

(thinking) When I was about to be killed, Lord Dia saved me. I was so much weaker back then. I had lost everything, and my heart was about to become empty. Lord Dia gave me a reason to live. He is my savior… and everything I have now.

My beloved Lord Dia... My ego wants you to become a powerful devil. But… I wish you had caused a calamity with your own hands. I wanted you to be the unrivaled, cold, and merciless devil… an one-of-a-kind devil...

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Fiori

(gets in front of Dia) --I won't let you!

(reveices attack) Aah! (falls)

Dia

Fiori, you…!

Fiori

Ugh…! Don't get cocky just because I'm always quiet…! If you touch Dia, I won't let you get away with it!!

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Fiori

(thinking) Why did I do that… Damn it…! Remember why you're in the Colchicum Castle. It's for revenge on the "Scarlet Devil", right!? I'm living for that purpose… I was supposed to be just one step away…

Dia

.........

Fiori

… The prince wasn't the "Scarlet Devil". But he is still a devil. There's no need to sacrifice myself for him. So why, at that moment… why did I think I didn't want Prince to die?

Espada

…

Fiori

…

??? (Rosé)

Huh~? What's this atmosphere, are you in the middle of something?

Dia

… Rosé.

Rosé

(walks in) Correct! Pada~ ♡ I'm glad you got to reunite with your precious master ♪

Espada

You… Why are you here?

Rosé

Hey, I'm on your side. Thanks to me, you were able to catch Dia just in time, right?

Espada

If you were really on our side, you wouldn't be here now. Answer me, what are you planning…!

Rosé

Pada… You've grown so much~! I thought you were still a baby, it's making me cry.

Espada

What…!

Rosé

The old you would've been completely off guard. You used to say "Thank you ♪ Rosé ♪" and just run away. Didn't you fall into the same trap again?

Espada

When are you talking about…

Fiori

Wow… Espada used to be like that? That's kind of surprising.

Rosé

Yeah ♪ You were so simple and cute ♡ … Oh, by the way, Miss Salad did great, too ♪ Even though you're human, you did really well ♡

Fiori

I don't care at all about being praised by a devil.

Rosé

That kind of strong-willed personality is also enticing ♪ What's different about you from other humans? I want to investigate~. I'm very curious ♪

Dia

… Espada, Fiori, get ready.

Fiori

Prince…?

Rosé

As expected of Dia ♪ After everything is done, I want to dissect you first ♡ Come on, why don't you scream for me? (charges)

Dia

(gets restrained) …!

Espada

Lord Dia! Rosé, you…!! (strikes with sword)

Rosé

… Huh. What is this attack? Oh my, were you always this weak?

Fiori

I told you to let go of the prince…! (blade strike)

Rosé

Oh, I see. You're all beaten up because of big bro. Don't hold it against me, Pada. You know what? I have to follow big bro's orders, right?

Espada

Ugh…!

Rosé

… Hm? What's this? There's some strange power from this bastard…

Espada

(thinking) …Now!

Hah!

Rosé

Whoa… What are you doing, Pada!

Dia

(restraints get loose) …! (falls)

Espada

Lord Dia, are you okay?

Rosé

Oh, he's already free. Pada, I'm gonna punish you later. I won't let you go, bastard.

Espada

I won't allow! --Fiori!

Fiori

Got it! Let's go, Prince!! (both run away)

[wordsandrobots]

Have I obligated myself to have a ‘take’ on Witch From Mercury? I mean, I’ve posted pieces concerning every main Gundam anime thing I’ve watched except Cucuruz Doan's Island (because I have nothing to *say* about Cucuruz Doan's Island except that hearing Lucian Dodge voice Amuro is a *trip* for an Iron-Blooded Oprhans’ fan, let me tell you). In my own head at least, this creates the completionist urge to note something down now G-Witch is over. And hey, I believe in exorcising nagging thoughts so why not? Spoilers and unfavourable opinions ahead. In fact, I’m going to use a cut because this show seems popular around here and  I’m not monster enough to rain on anyone’s parade about it.

It’d be nice to say, ‘basically fine for what it is but not my thing’. The problem is, I’m not sure I can say that, having found it so unbearably messy to watch. It could be my peculiar brain wiring that makes it frustrating to have a story constantly introduce stuff that neither goes anywhere nor coheres especially well with itself if you stop and think about it for five minutes. But it does feel like this would have been vastly improved by cutting something -- anything -- to make some room for thrust of the main plot.

I have a specific beef with the lack of characterisation for A(Eri)al. We are *told* how much Suletta cares for her and how crucial that relationship is through the first season, and of course it’s vital to the struggles and resolution of season two. But it’s hard to point to an example prior to Suletta’s little vision-quest-slash-being-dumped escapade where they interact in a meaningful fashion. It seems extremely one-sided and I’m not sure how intentional that is. This loops around to a complaint about sloppy world-building (a school is the perfect setting to introduce concepts to be later expanded or subverted and the show resolutely Does Not Do That), but is a more significant matter since we’re talking about emotional beats. You know, the things that actually drive a story along.

And look, anything that gets me saying ‘show don’t tell’ has already stretched my patience thin. But it would have been so simple to have included more moments of Suletta pouring her heart out to her Gundam -- with the interface responding in some inscrutable fashion -- I find it genuinely baffling that didn’t happen in place of, I dunno, the Jeturk family drama.

Oh, speaking of which, second beef: if you are placed in the situation where you need to displace a bunch of ‘traditional Gundam story beats’ on to a pseudo-rival/protagonist character, maybe consider . . . just not hitting those beats? (I know, this is a long-running franchise, this is how it goes, executive meddling etc. That doesn’t make it less irritating to have it all culminate in an out-of-nowhere fencing match in reference to a 40-year-old fight scene when the objectively correct way of resolving a plot about arbitrary and unfair systems of rules is with rock-paper-scissors.)

It’s a shame there’s the germ of a neat idea in that concept of displacement, because Guel feels like the part that could have been most easily jettisoned to create space. The Elans have emotional heft as an explicit parallel to Suletta, Elan-5′s relationship with Norea being a vital example of the ‘love me, flaws and all’ refrain at the heart of the story. But Lauda and Guel having a barney in the middle of finale feels egregious and like it only exists to get an extra Gundam into play (an entirely arbitrary requirement). Though I suppose the fact I barely remembered to mention Shaddiq here also speaks to something else that didn’t really resonate or seem to go anywhere in particular.

Here is where you can fill in for yourself the long list of complaints about the show raising issues it doesn’t care about doing justice to. War-profiteering, the traumatising effects of violence, possibilities of future medical technology, corporate influence on geopolitics, social inequality, refugee crises, yadda yadda yadda. G-Witch doesn’t have anything to say about any of these things. It’s a family drama and that really is fine, if that’s the story it wants to tell. It’s about the doings of the privileged (those literally raised on high) and their tribulations are the focus over and above harm to anyone else. It is what it is. I could whine for days about this stuff, but it’s no worse than you’d find in many pieces of comparable media. Cherish the exceptions.

To say something nice, lest you think all I have are complaints, this show is beautifully animated throughout (I did find the action inside the data-storm hard to follow, owing to the lighting choices, but I think that’s a me thing) and very well directed. The mecha designs are solid, even if we were robbed of more touches like the rocket broomstick. For all my above grouching, Felsi coming out of nowhere with a fire-extinguisher was a fantastic, knowing way to halt Guel and Lauda’s fratricide arc. And I need to stress, the central story about Suleta, Miorine, Eri, Prospera and Delling really is fine. Not my thing and I’m way past the demographic, but on its own terms, it’s fine.

It’s just stuck in the middle of a distracting mess of half-baked concepts, meaningless call-backs and a cast suitable for an anime twice as long. It’s tempting to pin everything on that last part, to hypothesise this was going to be or should have been 50 episodes, not 24. I’m inclined to take the opposite track. I think there is a perfectly functional 24-episode story here that got stuffed with far too many moving parts for its own good.

Right, done. Where does that leave the final ‘in my opinion’ ranking? Starting from the bottom (by the way, I’m now at the ‘I flatly refuse to watch Victory Gundam’ stage so just write that one off entirely):

Mobile Suit Gundam AGE (2011) [The one I actively hate]

Mobile Suit Gundam F91 (1991) [Dull]

Mobile Suit Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory (1991) [Slightly less dull]

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED (2002) [Uninteresting]

Mobile Suit Gundam: Char’s Counterattack (1988) [Mean-spirited]

Mobile Suit Gundam: Hathaway (2021) [I intensely dislike the fight scenes]

Mobile Suit Gundam: Cucuruz Doan's Island (2022) [I honestly forgot to add this]

Mobile Suit Gundam (compilation movies; 1979) [Deserves smarter call-backs]

Mobile Suit Gundam 0080: War in the Pocket (1989) [Good for what it is]

Mobile Suit Gundam Thunderbolt (2015) [Also good for what it is]

Mobile Suit Gundam SEED: Destiny (2004) [Frustrating]

Mobile Suit Gundam 00/Mobile Suit Gundam 00 the Movie: A Wakening of the Trailblazer (2007/2010) [Bonkers, politically aggravating]

Mobile Suit Zeta Gundam (1985) [Interesting]

Mobile Suit Gundam: Unicorn (2010) [Well-made]

Mobile Suit Gundam ZZ (1986) [Fun but janky]

Mobile Suit Gundam the Witch from Mercury (2022) [See above]

Mobile Fighter G Gundam (1994) [Delightfully committed to the bit]

Mobile Suit Gundam Wing/Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz (1995/1997) [big for a reason]

Mobile Suit Gundam: Twilight AXIS (2017) [Nicely done]

Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin (2015) [Best-case scenario for fannishness]

Mobile Suit Gundam Narrative (2018) [Surprisingly enjoyable]

Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team (1996) [Bags of fun]

Gundam Reconguista in G (2014) [Pretty popcorn]

After War Gundam X (1996) [Genuinely a lot cleverer than it looks]

Turn A Gundam (1999) [Deliriously smart]

B

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G

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Mobile Suit Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans (2015) [Actively excellent]

[ohwiseswami]

WARNING: LONG POST.

NCT Wish is the most compelling boy group to debut in awhile and that's no shade to any of these other boy groups. They just have a perfect combination of talent, potential, good production/vision for what they're going to be, charisma, hyung line visuals, and it-factor.

Like when Sion performs he serves in a way that reminds me of Yeonjun. Man dances his ass off and adds his own sense of musicality to every move. His lines are always so precise and his body shape adds to the look of the moves (long ass legs).

When Riku exists, his face card and charisma is unmatched. And he performs like old-school YG idols. Plus, he has that confident idgaf but am grateful for my opportunity vibe (lmao) that is so hard to cultivate in kpop idols. I straight up cannot name a single idol, ever, let alone one that has debuted under SM, that has that type of it factor.

Vocal Line. Their vocal line is solid for 4th/5th gen standards and I can definitely see them improving to the NCT standard. But what they already have with a 19-year-old leading the pack is wild already and covers different tonal ranges (Yushi and Daeyoung for the higher register light and round vocal, respectively; and Ryo and Sion for the lower register light and round vocal, respectively).

Rap Line. Flow-wise rap line is already one of the strongest in SM. Listen, we all know that's not SM's strong suit so it's not a high bar to clear lmao. But even within NCT--with SM's strongest rappers--you can see Wish's rapline's placement. I think Riku and Sakuya are really only second to Mark and Taeyong and we shouldn't even argue this point. Also, Wish's rap line has rule of cool w/Riku fronting which adds a lot. Cherry on top is that, like other SM rap lines, Riku and Sakuya also have pleasant vocals (especially Riku) to go along with their nice rap style.

Dance Line. Dance line is led by one of the most musical and natural dancers I've seen in awhile (Sion). Then there's a lot of young talent in Ryo and a cool/confident-efficient style in Riku. Some might consider Yushi to be one of the best dancers in Wish but--and I say this respectfully--no. (S/n: Respectfully, their dance ranking is like this: Sion, Ryo, Riku, Yushi, [a brick wall] Sakuya, Daeyoung. I think Sakuya's big problem is his taller height making him look a little awkward at times--but that can be overcome with age and practice). A Sion-Ryo-Riku dance line has potential to be one of the better dance lines in their generation (though Ryo will need to grow more since sometimes I notice his small stature physically limits him, and Riku will have to execute every move with the same power and fluidity as he does in killing parts).

Overall Performance Skills. Their overall performance style is energetic and visually interesting, if a bit stiff/awkward sometimes (probably due to nervousness). But one thing I can really appreciate is their stable live vocals while dancing. No one else can do that in the past couple of generations' boy groups and I commend them for that. And they've gotten some really unique choreographies so far that would look stupid if performed by anyone else, yet look nice on them (kind of like some of SHINee's choreos). Lastly on this point, their sound is very appropriate and matches their voices.

Variety/Personalities/Image. As for their variety skills, we haven't seen much from them and SM is obviously pushing certain images on them. Like it's clear what they're going for:

parent-type leader Sion

hot guy/possessor of a single brain cell that sometimes works Riku

complete idol/perfect role model-type Yushi

pure vocal/older brother-type Daeyoung (or Jaehee, whatever they're wanting him to go by)

super baby genius/atheletically gifted Ryo

chaotic maknae Sakuya

Despite the personalities SM is assigning them, their real personalities seem to shine through (which heavily contrasts their assigned roles in the group). This is a good thing. And as they get more experienced, I expect that what seems to be their real personalities will come out more in variety, social media, and interviews (a la TXT). This will do wonders for them because everybody knows that SM's assigned personalities are always boring and patronizing lmao.

The Issue All The Dumb People Have With Them. Now, the elephants in the room: the two 16 year olds and predominantly recent trainees under the NCT brand. Honestly, this doesn't bother me as much as it does other people. I know people want a mature/suave concept but like...that doesn't mean the kids aren't talented? I admit I'd like to see Sion and Riku do something a little more akin to 127 style but what they have so far is actually pretty good and very on brand with 127. Despite the fact that they skew younger, they don't sound too kidz-boppy like when Dream first debuted.

And when it comes to watching their content/you hoes wanting something to thirst after, you can just choose to only pay attention to hyung line lmao. Like the group as a whole is super talented and ready to debut to the world. HOWEVER, to me, clearly Sion-Riku-Yushi catch your attention very easily, with Sion and Riku feeling like damn near generations apart from Sakuya. I've watched some of their variety and Sion and Riku give similar vibes with Sakuya as Taeyong & Doyoung do with Mark & Haechan. And when it's just Sion and Riku, you feel a completely different vibe than when they're with the other members. I like that, so I tend to gravitate toward Sion-Riku (and sometimes Yushi) content.

I find the line of thought that you have to bias every single member weird because it puts people in fucked up positions. You don't have to force yourself to be interested in every member. Of course there's even downsides to that (like people thinking you only like, say, Sion, for his visuals/so you can thirst), but it's not nearly as dire as the other scenario. If you naturally like Sion more, even if it's for a superficial reason, you shouldn't feel bad about being perceived as an akgae. You don't have to want to get to know all the members. Plus, if someone is policing the way you consume your entertainment they're a loser lmao.

Also, that being said, if you're over 18, it's not that you can't find Sakuya/Ryo entertaining. You can obviously think they're talented, funny, etc.

Also want to say that all the people mad at this group for existing because of their ages are moving real weird because half of y'all stan enhypen and also stanned older groups when they had underage maknaes (despite you yourselves being adults at the time). It comes off as hateration.

Then there's the folks mad at them for not being RIIZE lmao. Those people are just weirdos that honestly don't even deserve to be addressed. Like who cares that SungTaro aren't in NCT? They got to debut, didn't they? They're successful, aren't they? And they will probably continue to interact with 127, Way-V, and Dream more than even Wish will lol. You can still ship RIIZE with NCT folks (since that's really what this is about...), calm down.

Anyway, I'm looking forward to Wish and hope SM will give them bangers.

[puffpuffmenace]

Roxanne Wolf is like my main fictional crush right now, and I wanted to know if it were possible to request an 'x reader' of Roxy doing makeup for me a trans woman reader (She/Her pronouns)? Essentially just gender validation and fluff if possible 💙

Yes of course of course! I see what I can do. I hope this was executed properly by me 😅

[Also happy pride month guys !! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️]

Roxanne Wolf x trans!fem!reader !

Gendervalidation !

Reader identifies as woman and uses she/her Pronouns !

Girl x Girl !

『Roxanme Wolf』

• Ah yes, Roxanne Wolf, a beloved band member to kids and teens a like. Shining and thriving with strength and determination.

• But even her own hardwire was insecure. A cursed 'human-like' feature she despised that she felt ocassionally. And despised seeing you feel like it aswell.

• Roxy saw how you were once mocked for having transitioning to female some tome ago. Long before the older adults and ignorant teens found out.

• You becoming a girl was what made you happy, and if it made you happy, she was gonna support it fully.

• But what angered her the most personally is that some people didn't care to learn why people transition, or just plain out insult someone for trying to feel better in their own body?

• I mean, she's a robot, her features can be changed if she requested it. Or were requested by people, so why can't people just let you choose for yourself? That pissed her off.

• But she wasn't going to let pointless, individuals ruin her day or yours.

• And right now, after sweet closing time. You have found yourself in Roxannes room, filled with posters, mirrors, and... miniature car replicas? Aswell as glitter was sprinkled literally everywhere.

• Roxanne was searching in a dresser for makeup that she'd normally use on special occasions that were human skin friendly.

• Her eyes scanned the dresser once more and finally found the bag of makeup.

• " Ohhhh Y/N~... your crooked eyeliner will be gone soon!~ ", the wolf's teasing manner started.

• You blushed a bright red as you but only hung your head low in embarassment. Because You had woken up pretty late and had to do your eyeliner and other makeup routines in the staff bathroom in under 10 minutes.

• You were so much lost in thought that you only realised now, that Roxanne was cubbing gently your chin to her vision.

• And started with skin prep first.

• Roxanne had an unhealthy relationship with glitter sometimes. Because she had 5 eyeshadow palats with glitter in some aswell. And one particular palate only having freaking eyeshadow glitter!

• Blushes and lipstick were also sprawled onto the carpet in different shades for different skintones.

• Roxanne helped you pick up some shades that were complimenting your skin and sparkles that matched with it.

• During the process of the makeup usage, you both had small talk. Until it turned into her just complimenting, amd appreciating you. Like how you do that for her a lot of times. Now it's your turn to feel loved.

• " Hey, Y/N? Remember, anyone that tries to mess with you. Have to go trough me first! "

• " I mean, sure people can be ignorant. But if they were given a explanation anyway, they would forget it in like 2 minutes. Those people are just– Ugh, the worst I tell you! "

• " You are freaking goregous as a girl! "

• her sharp canines opened and she smiled at you sweetly.

• " Now look at you, lookin' just like a Rockstar in a girl's band. ", " I must say, you're slayin' the look. Pretty snatched if i say so myself. "

• You smiled as you looked into the mirror.

• The next morning, the same people that were insulting you and all, apologized thid time and never bothered to treat you like garbadge anymore. But unbeknownst to you, Roxanne was staring intensely at them.

• But if you were to look at her, she just was her normal fashionable self.

• A Wolf has to protect her pack after all~