#sung dam

[my-drama-heart2406]

So I'm so excited about Death's game. I really am. I remember reading the manhwa and every chapter had me gripping my phone in excitement.

But the only thing strange is that they cast Seo In Guk as Choi Yijae.

(Yes I'm sure he's going to deliver like he always does. And have you seen the cast? Man this is an expensive show! And each actor is going to play at max 2 episodes.)

Like Choi Yijae, at the beginning of the manhwa, was shown to be the most average of average guys. Not exceptional in any field.

Average height. Average looks. Not tall and not good looking. This fact, was put a lot of importance on, because it was an important part of his character.

And, I don't know... it's kind of really wrong 😂 that they cast *Seo In Guk* to play a guy that is "not tall and not good looking".

[somanykdramas]

DEATH'S GAME: PART 1

GENRES: Drama, Supernatural

SUMMARY: Caught in a game of punishing resurrection, a man who took his own life tries to find meaning in hanging on.

THIS SHOW HAS EVERYTHING: Pillar demons, citron tea, hundreds of cover letters, finding meaning in the mundane, fated connections, bullies, prison, male models, car chases, MMA, chair-fighting, gut-wrenching regret, hopelessness, redemption, and a dizzying number of A-list celebrities.

HOT TAKE: Episode 4 of this show broke me, hard. Although the plot is simple and a bit repetitive, every single acting performance is stellar. The character connections made with each new story gives the overarching experience real depth and emotion, and I can't wait for the second part coming in 2024.

[passionforfiction]

Death's Game

Started it today and ended it today. This 8 episode long series is too intense to leave it for later. I binged watched it like I haven't done so in a while. It is the kind of series that is best to go into it without knowing much, unless you read the webtoon. I haven't read it yet, but it's a really short webtoon so I think I will probably read it.

Anyway, this series is not for the fainted heart. It has a lot of triggers and it can be gruesome and gory in some points. However, if you don't mind it, watch it. It is really good. It keeps the audience in suspense and it makes us cry.

The cast did an amazing job! Each person felt like it was Yi Jae.

[gloris-stuffs]

[gabrielokun]

[movienized-com]

Death's Game

Death's Game (Serie 2023) #SeoIn-Guk #ParkSo-dam #SungHoon #LeeJae-wook #GoYoon-Jung #KimJae-Wook Mehr auf:

Serie / 이재, 곧 죽습니다 / Yijae, Got Jookseummida Jahr: 2023- (Dezember) Genre: Drama / Fantasy Hauptrollen: Seo In-Guk, Park So-dam, Sung Hoon, Lee Jae-wook, Go Yoon-Jung, Kim Jae-Wook, Si Won Choi, Seung-jo Jang … Serienbeschreibung: Er ist arbeitslos, seine Ex-Freundin ist weitergezogen, und er hat gerade sein ganzes Leben durch einen Bitcoin-Betrug verloren. Belastet von gesellschaftlichem…

[korelist]

RECORD OF YOUTH //  KDRAMA DİZİ YORUMU

UYARI : Yazılar genel olarak spoiler içerebilir. İçermeyedebilir.

İmdb puanı : 7,2 Benim puanım: 7

Drama: Record of Youth (English title) / The Moment (early English title) / Youth Record (literal title)

Hangul: 청춘기록

Director: Ahn Gil-Ho

Writer: Ha Myung-Hee

Episodes: 16

Date: 2020

Language: Korean

Country: South Korea

Cast: Park Bo-Gum, Park So-Dam, Byeon Woo-Seok, Kwon Soo-Hyun, Jo Yoo-Jung, Shin Dong-Mi, Seo Hyun-Jin, Park Seo-Joon, Lee Sung-Kyung

Park Bo-Gum’un askere gitmeden önce çektiği son dizi Record of Youth tam anlamı ile kaybedenlerin hikayesi olmuş. Dizi son derece sıradan, yer yer sıkıcı ve oldukça sakin bir yapıya sahip olmasına rağmen kaybedenlerin kazanma ihtimalini görmek için izletmeye devam ediyor.

Sa Hye-Jun (Park Bo-Gum) fakir bir aileden gelmektedir. Kariyerine modellik yaparak başlayıp uzun zamandır aktör olmak istediği için sektörde tutunmaya çalışmaktadır. Ajansından istediği desteği göremeyen Hye-Jun’un babası ve abisi de onun artık bu durumu kabul edip, askere gitmesi gerektiği yönünde baskı yapmaktadır. Ona inanan tek kişi dedesidir. Onun gibi oyuncu olmak isteyen yakın arkadşı Won Hae-Hyo (Byeon Woo-Seok) ise Hye-Jun aksine zengin ve prestijli bir aileye sahiptir. Çocukluk arkadaşı olan bu ikilinin şanslı olanı Hae-Hyo’dur. Annesi hem menajerliğini yapar hem de maddi ve manevi desteğini hiç esirgemez. Aile faktörü nedeni ile her zaman bir adım öndedir. Kim Jin-U (Kwon Soo-Hyun) ise fotoğrafçılık yapmaktadır. Üç arkadaş çocukluklarından beri beraber büyümüştür.

Hae-Hyo ailesinin verdiği yetkiye dayanarak başarı merdivenlerini hızla tırmanmaktadır. Bir modellik işi için Hye-Jun’u da önerir ve birlikte bir defileye çıkarlar. Defile sırasında Hye-Jun’a makyöz olarak An Jeong-Ha (Park So-Dam) denk gelir. Jeong-Ha, Hye-Jun’un büyük bir hayranıdır. Yaşadığı şok ve heyecan ile Hae-Hyo’nun hayranı olduğunu söyleyerek utancını engellemeye çalışır. Söylediği bu pembe yalan nedeni ile Hye-Jun ile yakınlaşıp arkadaş olurlar.

Toparlayacak olursak, yolları bir şekilde kesişen bu insanların hayatlarını anlatırken diğer yandan sektör içindeki sıkıntılara dikkat çekerler. Diziyi izlerken ünlülerin dünyasına gizli bir kamera ile bakıyormuş gibi hissettim. Kore de eğlence sektörünün ne kadar sıkıntılı olduğunu daha önce okumuştum ama dizide bunu açık açık gözler önüne seriyor olmaları diziyi çekici kılan şey olmuş. Birçok zorluğu aşmaları gerektiğini, çok fazla çalıştıklarını, en ufak bir dedikodunun bile hayatlarını tamamen değiştirebileceğini, aile desteğinin ne kadar önemli olduğunu detaylı olarak anlatıyor. Bunların yanı sıra jenerasyonlar arası çatışmalar, sosyal baskılar, ünlüler arası kıskançlıklar ve tabi ki yolsuzluklarda vurgulanıyor. Aslında bütün bunların altında eğlence sektörünün çalışanlarını nasıl sömürdüğü yatıyor.

Yazarın önceki dizilerini izlemedim ama fakirlik ve zenginlik, kaybedenlerin yükselişi gibi konulara takmış olduğunu okudum. Dediğim gibi, bu diziyi de izleten oydu. Dizi kaybeden taraftan anlattığı için Fight for My Way dizisine benzetilmiş ama bence uzaktan yakından alakası olmamasının yanı sıra kalite olarak da yanından geçmiyordu.

Park Bo-Gum’u “Love in the Moonlight” dizisi ile tanıyorum. Çok ilginç bir aurası olduğunu düşünüyorum. Onu izlerken hep ‘senin için her şey hep güzel olsun’ diye içimden geçirdiğimi fark ettim. Acımak gibi değil ama sanki yeterince acı çekmiş de artık mutlu olması gerekiyormuş gibi hissediyorum. Birkaç röportajına denk geldim, o anladım ki aslında çok doğru tespit yapmışım. Çok genç yaşta annesini kaybetmiş olmasının verdiği hüzün gülümsemesinde bile saklı. En ufak bir duygu değişiminde anında doluveren gözleri bir miktar yüreğimi sızlatıyor. Buna rağmen her duyguyu verebilen bir oyunculuk yeteneği var. Dizinin içinde dizi çekimlerinden sahneler gösterildi. Seri katil, kötü adam, dönem dizisi, doktor, mafya gibi rol içinde rol yaptığı kısa kısa kesitler izledik. Ben oyunculuğuna ikna oldum. Bu sayede durağan diziye de biraz hareket gelmiş.

Park So-Dam ise “Cinderella and the four knights” dizisinin Cinderellası olarak hayatıma girmişti. Çok beğendiğim bir oyuncu değildi, bu dizide de bayıldığımı söyleyemeyeceğim. Ona yazılan karakterde bir o kadar tutuk durağan bir karakterdi. Duygu anlamında hem oyunculuk hem de karakter çok yetersizdi. Ayrıca en başta hayranı olduğu ünlü ile birebir çalışma, arkadaş olma gibi durumlarda bulunmasına rağmen dizinin sonlarına doğru bu detay silindi gitti. En baştaki o yükseltilen duyguları dizi geneline yansıtamadılar. Oldukça tutarsızdı.

İkinci erkek oyuncu Byeon Woo-Seok ise dizide her açıdan Park Bo-Gum’un karakterinin önünde yazılmıştı. Ama sakin kafayla baktığınızda oyuncu kesinlikle kendi dizisinin başrolü olabilecek kadar parlamıyordu. Kısacası başrol ışığı zaten yoktu. Lee Min-Jae (Shin Dong-Mi), Hye-Jun’un menajeri rolü ile karşımıza çıkan bir isimdi. Dizide sevdiğim karakterlerden biri oldu. Dedesinden sonra ona inanan ikinci insandı. Aralarındaki arkadaşlık ve abla kardeş ilişkisi arka planda olmasına rağmen karakterini parlatmayı başarıyordu.

Son olarak dizi belli bir sektör üzerine olduğu için Park Seo-Joon, Seo Hyun-Jin, Lee Sung-Kyung ve Hyeri gibi isimleri konuk olarak görme fırsatımız oldu. Kendileri olarak dizide yer alan isimler arsında Park Seo-Joon en keyif aldığım isim oldu. Menajer Lee Min-Jae, onu gördüğünde hayranı olarak sergilediği davranışlar oldukça komikti. Hayranlık kısmını da bu şekilde güzel yansıtmışlardı.

Sonu ise, en az Something in the rain dizisi kadar saçmaydı. Son 3-4 bölümde tutarsız bir duygu patlaması, anlaşılmayan kararlar ve gelişmeler yaşandı. Gerçekten gerek var mıydı, sonunu yazamamışlar mıydı emin değilim. Genel olarak bu kadar durağan sonuç olmayan bir hikaye anlatılmasına rağmen, uzunca bir süre hafızamda kaldı. Tabi ki en çok hafızamda kalan Park Bo-Gum’un duygusallığı oldu.

OST:

Janet Suhh – Open Door

Raven Melus

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[pseudowho]

The Silent Stars Go By

On the night of October 31st, Nanami Kento feels his death approaching. Knowing you are on the battlefield with him, and knowing he cannot die without showing you how he feels, he seeks you out...and subverts destiny.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, "last night on Earth" smut, truly desperate, frantic, semi-public, Shibuya ending rewrite

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Nanami Kento knew he was to die, on October 31st.

He was no arithmancer. A pragmatist at heart with a mathematical streak, he had, however, carried his barely living friend to safety, found the bodies of many others, punched a young man to death, and lived to tell the tale. The numbers divined great danger ahead, and, by the time a pink-feathered songbird had sung the perish song of Satoru Gojo, Kento could not deny the maths.

Kento could suddenly see no distant future for himself, as he once could. And yet between then, and now, there was one stark similarity; what future Nanami Kento did see, contained only you.

Behind his eyes flashed a montage of memory-- of midnight laughter-filled dinners at the Konbi. Of shielding you in battle, and you shielding him in return. Of you sitting on his lap, stitching his wounds with utmost care, before your reverse-cursed technique had fully developed. Of falling in love with you, and denying himself joy for believing he may give you none.

Being around you was agony. Being away from you was worse.

"I'll be heading underground," he had intoned to Nitta and Nobara, taking in their girlish features for the last time with a stab through his belly, "after I catch up with someone. Stay safe. Don't sacrifice yourself."

He was a hypocrite. He knew this. He would walk to the gallows, proud, if only he could take you in his arms and cry his love for you, first.

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Looking out over the city, having heard Yuuji's cries for 'Nanamin' only a few minutes earlier, you did not know you were being desperately searched for by Kento. You had determined yourself to find and follow Yuuji, the boy without protection.

The night breeze whipped at you, unhindered by walls and trees, on the roof of one of Shibuya's tallest buildings. Turning to leave, you felt a familiar warmth approaching. The man you loved opened the stairwell door, squeaking on its pivot.

Missing his suit jacket and tie, with his sleeves rolled up, he thrummed with raw, uncontained power. Something feverish stormed within his eyes as he looked to you. His steps were slow, and considered. The quiet calm of his voice was deliberate, soft.

"Kento, what...what are you doing here? Is that blood? Oh god, you're bleeding-- let me heal you--"

"Stop. It isn't mine. Just listen for a moment."

"Isn't yours? Then one of the others? We should get them to Shoko--"

"--I need you to listen, now--"

"--we haven't got any time--"

"I love you." The air fell still; a puff of blossom in suspended animation. You had not realised you were holding your breath until Kento's steps caught up to you, and his hands grasped yours. A melancholic certainty rolled off him. Flicks of blond fell over his forehead, that fervour still gripping him; gripping you.

"I love you. You are the purest truth I know. The warmest light. Anything I am, and anything I could have been, is at your mercy, and always has been."

The gut-churning adrenaline you had felt for the fever-pitch of battle was suppressible, before Kento's impassioned promise. That dam broke inside you, and the terror and adoration and injustice heaved out of you in one great sob. You needed his body flush to yours. Public decency took a back seat. So many years of restraint and doubt slid away.

You looped your arms around Kento's neck, one hand grasping his shoulders, and the other sinking into the back of his hair. Kento almost broke, himself, but couldn't; not yet. He had to show you. Needed to show you.

You felt him pull your head away from his shoulder, and you resisted, until his fingers tangled in your hair, angling your head. You were nose to nose. You could feel his heart booming in his chest, fresh from a fight you had not witnessed.

"If this is my last chance," Kento whispered, his nose stroking yours, "will you let me take it?"

"...what...what do you know...that I don't? Kento--"

"Please." Kento growled, his teeth gritted. You felt the twitching contractions of his belly, his hardening cock pressing against you. You couldn't resist his need to control this, and take what he needed, even if you wanted to. Your breaths ached in your chest. Silent, glossy-eyed, you nodded.

Kento broke, possessing your lips in one shuddering kiss. His hands and body squeezed at your softly yielding hips, all-consuming, trying to overfill himself with any scrap of you he could take. He dominated the kiss completely, selflessly, as thoughtlessly altruistic as he had always been. He groaned, panting through the taste of you, his tongue sliding against yours. His cock wept inside his boxers-- it was all too much too much but not enough--

You mewled, little hands gripping onto his collar, sending thunder to Kento's core. Kento pulled away, cursing, feeling the need to know the scars that pleasure etched upon your skin. You were scorched by his touch, too pliable now to do anything but bend to his insistence.

In blood and brutality you sought each other, beacons in the night with stars as your witness. They looked on, disinterested, as if fate held any regard for the lives of mortals, over gods.

With time as his final remaining enemy, Kento pulled you to his lap, sitting with his back against the low wall overlooking the city. He knew for whom the bell tolled. He would see his duty done before the final chime, and he stared into you in your entirety. Though neither a painting nor an ivory box, he handled you with kid gloves.

You straddled his lap, unbuttoning his shirt, and he whispered, groaning and bucking up against your clothed sex as he watched your nimble fingers press his opened shirt apart. Running your hands in reverence down his bared chest and belly, he could not have loved you more than when he saw his own desperation reflected back at him.

In another life-- in any other world-- I--

He lifted you, enough for you to kick your jeans and underwear off, his teeth bared to feel your core press against his aching cock. He spoke through your kisses, a fractured sentence punctuated by his apologies.

"I didn't-- didn't prepare-- no protection-- I can't-- can't stop-- please don't make me stop." He begged, reaching down to hook his cock out. You silenced him with one hand wrapped around his rigid length, and Kento stilled with a hiss.

--take you to dinner first, I'd show you the world-- fill you with its beauty before I fill you with mine--

"Don't care--" You insisted against his neck, "--don't care...need to feel you." Kento almost sobbed with relief to feel you hold him, stroking the head of his cock between your glistening folds. You let his cockhead and slit catch over your clit, shivering, intoxicated by the way he watched you with one hand splayed across your belly, the other on your hip, and blown pupils. He bucked his hips, needy, full of baleful possession.

--and we'd have a Victorian glasshouse with a garden you'd love-- and you'd plant wildflowers while I do the laundry--

Grasping your hips with a snarl as you stroked his cockhead down, Kento impaled you downwards onto him, the moment his cock notched at your entrance. You squeaked, pussy clenching with the sudden blissful invasion, your squirming making you sink lower. Kento felt a telltale throb of impending orgasm in his belly, and he was certain if you clenched one more time--

Your pussy full to the brim, you instinctively bucked downwards. Feeling Kento belly-deep, his trembling fingers dropped to your clit, and you felt Kento's abs twitching beneath your splayed hands. Feeling two clever fingers bracketing your clit and rolling from side to side, you squeezed him, milking his cock and locking him inside you.

--all the late nights and early mornings and train rides and arguments in sickness and health for richer for poorer--

"--love you-- I love you too." You sobbed into his chest, loose and warm against him. Kento saw stars, coming with a shout, thick ropes of cum spurting into you. Looking up at the euphoric agony on his face, and his fingertips bruising your ass as they pinned you down around him, satisfied you spiritually, in a way so alien to you.

You rolled your hips, drinking down every part of him. The long, powerful contractions of his cock inside you, his stilted low moans, his gasps of pleasure as your tight gloved heat continued to stroke him. Starved for him, desperate for more, you rode Kento to frantic overstimulation.

--so unfair this is so unfair, die for you like you'd die for me like I'd die for you like you'd die for me--

You realised with a happy squirm that he hadn't yet removed his glasses or harness. With his shirt trapped against his shoulders, and his lens steamed, fucking upwards and thrashing his head from side to side beneath you, you couldn't stop yourself. You felt the fullness of his creamy load still plugged deeply inside you, and pushed hard against him. Kento cursed, paralyzing you with a hushed roar of agony, and a hand grasping your throat.

"--asked you to make love to me-- not kill me-- but shit, if this is how we go, just take me with you-- take me with you--"

His fingers had never left your clit, now rolling it insistently, until you were the one wriggling and desperate. Still being stuffed with his cock and cum made your pleasure three-dimensional, and Kento's half-hard length began to stir to life again, still high off the adrenaline of punching a man to death. He growled at you with gritted teeth.

"--beautiful...good girl...not done with you yet...shit, keep it in, keep it all in...take me with you...please--"

With half lidded eyes, you grasped Kento's forearm. His hand still braced you with exquisite tenderness around the throat, a necklace instead of a noose. His second hand worked frantically against your clit while you moaned and begged above him, still speared on his cock, feeling him lengthen and thicken again inside you. You whimpered and keened, and Kento committed you to memory, just like this. He would close his eyes in his final moment, and see you, breaking like spun sugar above him, no sweeter sound than his name on your lips.

--bake for you on Sundays, and the bread would always burn, because we'll be too busy--

Kento continued stroking you, pressing kisses onto your forehead as he guided you down from your high. Cautiously starting to roll his hips up again, he moaned at the slick sucks of his cock sliding through his cum and yours. Unthreading his shirt through his harness, Kento threw it to the ground, before lying you down on top of it.

Otherwise fully dressed, with dried stains of blood rusted over his chest and back, Kento bore over you like a vengeful god. Here to take his spoils, he still handled you like glass, resting your head on one of his planted forearms, with a hand under the small of your back to protect you from the floor.

"...I've wanted you for so long-- you don't even know--"

"I knew." Kento faltered. His anguish at leaving you for certain death sharpened, with the sudden knowledge of past chances untaken. His heart clenched, aching down his arms, steeling himself. He couldn't help but lean into your hand, cupping his jaw.

Nuzzling his nose to yours, Kento melted at your smile twinkling up at him. He smiled back, suddenly bashful, lopsided with crinkling eyes, before biting down on one lip and slamming his cock down into you. Your gasp shook through you, clawing into the harness across his chest and shoulders, hearing Kento swear with pleasure at the intensity of a second round.

Kento barely pulled out, wrapped in your arms and tight cunt. He almost spat with anger at the simultaneous need to savour you, and the need to leave, knowing he could not have both. Duty to you held the greater weight and, feeling another orgasm creep through his back and balls far too quickly, he slowed.

Completely engulfed by the enormity of him, you stared up at Kento, made submissive under his emotional insistence, the thick aching stretch of him sheathed inside you. Your back arched off the ground with a guttural moan when Kento slowed, dragging himself through your core from ball to tip in long, languid thrusts, the whole length of his cock glistening with gluey white seed.

He swore he could feel every ridge of you, the mind-altering bend of his cock as it moulded to the curve inside you. He needed you to carry the shape of him forever, an unremovable flesh-memory. Something had changed in him as you carded your fingers through his hair, whispering praises to him, to try to hold him together.

Kento looked drunk. His eyes were distant and hyperfocused all at once, his breaths and groans gruff, his voice gravelly with emotion as his mouth muffled against your shirt.

"--sorry, I...can't move my hands...hurt you, I--" Kento grasped your shirt between his teeth, ragging his head from side to side with a growl to lift it up over your breasts. He did the same to your bra, gripping the cups to yank your breasts free. They bounced out, full and peaked under his hot, frantic breaths.

Kento nosed at them, pulling his cock from you slowly, only to slam back into you with enough force to leave you writhing and whimpering. His mouth and nose played with your breasts, nudging, sucking and biting, hungry and obsessive. Something primal glimmered in his green glass-concealed eyes, as your mounds jiggled every time he fucked into you. The visual stimulus of you spread beneath him, your tight pussy slick with his cum, doe-eyed and completely willing, sent him spiralling towards his high.

"God I wish I--wish I could stay-- more than anything...cum with me, please please please--"

His thrusts became frantic, rough and sloppy with no warning. Kento's eyes darted from your face, to your breasts and pussy, and back again, drinking in the shock and ecstasy plastered over your face. You were trapped within the humid embrace of him, erotically overstimulated by his smell, his desperation, the constant stroke of his weeping cockhead against your spongy soft spot.

You didn't realise how close you were to orgasm until his position shifted, his trimmed honey-gold trail now rubbing against your clit. Clinging onto him, and rubbing upwards to meet his thrusts, you begged for Kento to help you. Your begging was Kento's last straw, and he gasped, his seed slugging out in lazy, creamy trickles against your overstuffed cervix and pussy.

Barely able to see straight, Kento kept rubbing his rigid pelvis against you, gruff and messy while you felt the drag of pleasure through you, softer than bare feet through hot sand. Kento whispered to you, sweat mingling on your foreheads pressed together; "...don't regret a thing...won't regret a minute-- wish this was different...deserve more..."

Panting in each others embrace, the dreadful horror of reality seeped back into you both. You could hear cries in the distance, the rumble of battles. You fought an unwinnable fight. Silent, and pensive, you jolted out of your reverie to hear Kento groan above you, reluctantly pulling his softening cock free. He knelt, dewy-eyed, watching the gluey drip of his cum from you, moaning and shivering as he held his half-hard cock, nudging the cum back inside with his tip.

The sudden emptiness almost made you weep. You felt the same terrible foreboding emanating from him as you had when he arrived on the rooftop. Kento smiled down at you, heartfelt and reassuring, pressing a folded pocket handkerchief to you before pulling your underwear back on over it. He kissed you delicately, from toe to knee while you giggled, before planting one lazy kiss and nuzzle onto your belly. You grasped his head there, scratching gently at his scalp with your fingernails.

"Stay with me, Kento. Just stay." You pressed, knowing in your gut that his decision was already made. His sigh creaked the leather of his harness with broad, corded tugs of his shoulders.

"They need help, underground. I'm one of the few First Grades available. It's only right that I go down there."

Kento's words, as always, rang with decisive finality. Before you could begin to talk again, he interrupted you smoothly.

"You will not come with me."

"You can't stop me."

"Shoko needs you. Your reverse cursed technique is second only to hers, and she's in need of support. It's the proper thing to do."

You squirmed with guilt, knowing you would choose to let Shoko suffer over Kento. Kento glowered down at you, stern, as if he hadn't just fallen apart inside you. You swallowed, a coil of doubt inside your belly.

"...don't be a hero, Kento." Kento frowned as if he didn't understand, and you insisted. "Don't be a hero. Get yourself out first. I mean it." Kento hesitated, looking out over the city lights, the breeze ruffling his mussed hair. He pulled his shirt back on, threading it under his harness.

"...alright." He lied. He paused. You both stood, sticky with each others' cum cooling between your legs. Nuzzling nose to nose, it felt so surreal to have to toss aside post-coital softness, in exchange for the cold embrace of battle.

"Go to Shoko," Kento whispered against your lips, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "and help her. Please. Do as I say."

"Promise you'll come back to me." You hushed into his kiss, beseeching him. He softened, deceptively reassuring, while hearing his clocktower chime.

"Always. I'm all yours. Always." Planting one lingering kiss to your forehead, you watched Kento's retreating back, his figure disappearing down the stairwell.

You wondered if you'd ever trust anyone other than Kento, over your own instincts.

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Shoko was surprised to see you, her cigarette drooping as she raised her thick, dark eyebrows.

"Kento told me you wanted me." You insisted. Shoko shot Yaga one questioning look. Yaga shrugged, arms folded.

"We haven't spoken to Kento all evening." Shoko assured. You felt a flash of panicked rage in your gut, knowing he'd lied to you. Knowing he was taking himself to an unwinnable battle. You grabbed Shoko by the arm.

"Where are they? His team? Where is he?"

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Kento was bloodied, missing an arm of his shirt, his vision obscured by the incessant bleed of a head wound. Pushing out of Dagon's domain, he knew he was exhausted, already skirting his limit. He felt a monstrous wave of Cursed energy, so much deadlier than his own.

A volcano-headed Curse approached him, its hand outstretched and hovering over Kento's abdomen. Naobito and Maki already smouldered in agony, and Kento felt the sickening weight of failure in his chest He had only a moment to protect himself, and he may have coated his body in Cursed-energy in its entirety, had he not filled his death-sentenced mind with thoughts of you.

He expected fire and flames...and felt you. When he protected his right half, you had arrived at the edge of a knife blade, and protected his left. The volcano-headed Curse faltered, stepping back with a scowl.

Kento looked down at you, knelt at his side in a braced position. His clock stopped chiming, in a moment of twisted fates reserved previously for the gods alone. He considered that you were, perhaps, a goddess, and he may be your vassal. You looked up at him, bristling with rage, and Kento's heart swelled.

"I'll tell you off later. For now...we have a fight to finish."

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By the end of the night, Itadori Yuuji had gained a brother and retained a beloved father figure. Nanami Kento cast his eyes over Choso with a hum of resignation, considering he may have another boy to look after, too. The patch-faced curse who may have been his executioner in another life, met its end. He witnessed an old friend who was not an old friend, cast a battle royale over the length of Japan.

Gazing in mute horror over the devastation left behind, Kento felt a hand slip into his own. His ears flushed red. He cleared his throat.

"I'm-- I'm so sorry--"

You laughed, your hands over your face. Kento's eyes glimmered with mirth. He plaited his fingers in yours, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling against them.

"My hero."

[i-upset-to-dead-65]

How I imagine Snow's progression of being reminded of Lucy Gray throughout the Hunger Games trilogy

1. Katniss volunteers. How cute. She has no chance of living past the bloodbath. Her name sounds familiar.

2. Katniss scores an 11 in training. So what she shot an arrow at the game makers. Well, that 11 will put a target on her and she's no match for the rest.

3. Peeta reveals he is in love with Katniss. What an interesting angle. Definitely some kind of ploy. Viewership will be up, as well as sponsors. Interesting to see how this plays out.

4. Katniss is trapped by the careers and Peeta. Aw, look, she dropped a hive on her boyfriend. Looks like she doesn't like him after all.

5. Katniss allies with Rue. Odd, and a terrible choice for an ally.

6. Rue mentions her pin, a mockingjay. The connection is made. Katniss, that swamp potato dug up by Lucy Gray and her mockingjays that still infest the districts. His dislike for Katniss grows.

7. Rue dies and Katniss sings the Meadow Song to her. A jolt runs up his spine. That old song, sung to Maude Ivory by Lucy Gray. It's still around in District 12 and now it's on national television. Snow knows how much the Capitol loves singing tributes.

8. The new rules are announced. This will be interesting. Of course, there's no way Peeta will live long enough for there to actually be two victors.

9. Katniss and Peeta are in the cave, and Peeta begins to recover. The huge influx of sponsored gifts is concerning. Katniss will hopefully die at the Feast trying to get medicine.

10. Peeta makes a full recovery. That wasn't supposed to happen, but the Capitol loves it.

11. Cato dies. Seneca didn't think they'd get this far. Time to revoke the rule change. Katniss will kill Peeta or vice versa. These children barely know each other, and in the Games they resort to their basic human nature of violence. Oh look, she's even pointing her bow at him.

12. The berries. The double victory. Seneca Crane is a dead man. They have outsmarted the idiot game makers. Snow is once again reminded of his cheating in order to help Lucy Gray win. How well that turned out for her in the end.

13. After the games. Snow is certain they are putting on an act to survive and meanwhile, defy the Capitol. Peeta is good with the crowd and is quick witted. So much like Lucy Gray. Katiss is impulsive and heartfelt. So much like Sejanus.

14. Snow learns Katniss hunts in the woods, he possibly traces her lineage, and he finds out everything he can about her. Snow takes measures to quell the rebellion brewing and control Katniss and Peeta throughout Catching Fire.

15. Katniss's wedding dress burns away into a Mockingjay dress. That damn bird again.

16. The force field gets blown out, and tributes escape. Snow recalls when the 10th Hunger Games arena was bombed.

17. Katniss's first propo is televised in the districts, declaring herself the Mockingjay. He should have killed all those birds when he had a chance.

18. The Hanging Tree propo airs. He'd almost forgotten Lucy Gray's songs. How could this girl, now, know them? The song was banned, Lucy Gray was dead. She was dead, right?

19. The rebels in District 5 sing the Hanging Tree while blowing up the damn. Chills run up his spine as he watches the live feed. A crowd of an indiscernable number flood the walkways to the hydro dam. They're singing a song they didn't know yesterday. A song no one knew until now. A song that was as dead as Lucy Gray. Except, she wasn't dead. How could she be, if her song is still sung? The dam blows and the lights go out in the Capitol. Snow half expects the ghost of Lucy Gray herself to appear before him.

20. The war is over. The Mockingjay has won. She appeared from nowhere, echoing the songs of Lucy Gray like the birds themselves. Well played, Lucy Gray. Well played.

[mamasturn]

send you away, major gale cleven

pairing: major gale cleven (masters of the air) x black fem oc (eden marie cleven)

content: eden is anxious about having to be separated from her husband when he reveals that he has to serve in England.

an: I was burnt out from writing elvis content, but, now we're on masters of the air content, yay!

“I’m sorry, baby, but I gotta go.” His voice was a song sung by an old church choir; soothing, warm like her mama’s hugs, then it got disruptive. Like the snares of the drums as the song reached a climax. “They need us in England.” 

The pained look on her face would be engrained in his mind forever. There would be no way for him to forget it. Her thick eyebrows eat in a deep frown, pushing the rest of her features further down. Her eyes, those beautiful brown eyes, glistened with tears. She refused to blink. The gentle rivers would transition to monstrous waterfalls with no dam to keep them at bay. And her lips, full and swollen from tender kisses, quivered as she clenched her jaw to keep her composure. 

“For how long?” Her voice was quiet. Gale sighed heavily and ran a heavy hand through his hair. If he had an answer, he’d give it to her. But, his silence spoke loud enough. She hummed and brushed his hand off her lap and began to trudge upstairs. A defeated sigh came from him. 

“E,” Gale called out. He followed her up the wooden steps. “Eden!” 

His large hand palmed their bedroom door that threatened to push him out. The lamp on her side of the bed was on, the blankets on the left side were pulled back, and she stood in front of the mounted mirror brushing her freshly pressed hair. Her sad expression had morphed into one like stone. He could see her jaw tick as each second passed. 

Gale took slow steps toward her. He could only imagine what she was thinking. Her husband, whom she’d only been married to for six months, was being shipped off to England to assist them in bringing down Germany. How coulde she not be upset? 

Gale stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. His advances didn’t keep her from wrapping her hair and tossing her satin scarf around her head. He leaned down, nose brushing against the shell of her ear. Eden’s breath hitched. His lips followed, pecking at the sensitive area below her ear. He pulled at her skin with his teeth and she whimpered softly, her hand falling on top of his. “Gale…” A warning. 

“Talk to me,” he pleaded. “Please.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” she said after some time. “I knew what I got into when I married you but that doesn’t change the fact that I’m scared, Gale!” Finally, she turned to meet his gaze. So big and blue, they were. Filled with sympathy and remorse. 

“I knew what I was getting into when I married you, but still! I gotta send my husband away and I don’t want to think about the day where someone could knock on the door telling me--”

Gale shushed her softly and pressed her body against his in a tight embrace. His warm hand gripped her chin and tapped softly. She met his eyes. “So let’s not think about that. I leave in three weeks. We’re gonna focus on making these three weeks worthwhile, and we’ll cross the other bridge when we get to it. But I’ll always be with you one way or another, you know that, darlin’. You do know that, don’t you?”

Eden nodded. Gale raised an eyebrow. “I know, baby.” 

Gale hummed and drew invisible lines along the bare skin other thigh. The lace of her slip tickled her leg. His hand inched up slowly. “How about we practice for that final send off?” 

Eden smiled knowingly and broke away from him, peeling the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders her bare body on display. “C’mon, we’ve got all night.” 

All night indeed.

[hnychn]

I AM HIM, AS HE IS ME

SUMMARY — If there is anything that is universally acknowledged to be wholly true and incontestable, it’s that Gojo Satoru loves his daughter more than anything in the world. But does she know that?

AUTHOR’S NOTE — i got into a huge argument with my father a while back and it’s been weighing on my conscience. this series is largely based on our relationship and it’s been so therapeutic to write everything out and indirectly give myself an ending i want. the series isn’t complete, if anything, it’s no where near done. i want to make sure everything is perfect before i even think about posting the first chapter. its been so long since i’ve felt this strong need to write and i forgot how much of a beautiful feeling it is. everywhere i look and everything i see gives me so much inspiration for this series. but for now, here’s a little sneak peak of my new child.

(i am him as he is me spotify playlist)

SERIES WARNINGS — heavy religious themes, female reader, satosugu, heavy angst, child abuse, childhood neglect, reader is a brat in the beginning, reader is assumed to be a person of color…

TOTAL WORD COUNT — tbd…

BEFORE YOU READ — the reader is mentioned to be a third year at jujutsu tech, and i completely understand the ages and time line don’t add up, but for the sake of creativity, let’s all just pretend it makes sense and ignore the age inconsistencies. <33 thank you!! <33

PREVIEW —

The rhythmic buzz of the cicadas and the sweltering humidity of the summer air marked the beginning of summer and the end of… everything. Satoru could feel the material of his pants begin to stick to his legs the longer he sat on the rotting wooden bench. The train tracks before him were rusted and old; they had weathered the storm of time and had the marks to prove it. These tracks were the end. The led you to the beginning. All Satoru had to do was wait.

—

“Maybe it was because I knew she would always come back to me. Maybe I was testing her love for me. Maybe I wanted to push her away before she pushed me away.”

“That’s a lot of maybes.”

“There’s a lot of regret.”

Satoru could still feel the weight of that nostalgic love and regret in his stomach. It has buried itself so deep within him, he’s hardly sure anything would make it go away. The woman next to him looks different now; youthful, free. Satoru wants that. But does he deserve it?

I AM HIM, AS HE IS ME [MASTERLIST]

— CHAPTER ONE: “He Doesn’t Know I Learned it From Him.”

Gojo Satoru, in all aspects, is a God reborn. He holds the world and its universes in the palm of his flaming hand; unknowingly burning everything he holds dear.

— CHAPTER TWO: “I Was a Girl Gulping a Woman’s Grief.”

With an emotionally distant mother and a father plagued with a god complex, there weren’t many people you could look up to. maybe, you have to look down.

— CHAPTER THREE: “Do You Believe Me When I Tell You I’m Trying to be Better?”

With tensions at an all-time high, it’s hard to ignore what has gone neglected for so long. Dams are broken and feelings are hurt, but if there’s one thing everyone knows, it’s that Gojo Satoru loves his daughter more than anything. But does she know that?

— CHAPTER FOUR: “The Unbearable Lightness of Being.”

There is nothing more heroic than the sacrifices made by a mother. But what is born of those sacrifices made? Virtue? Honour? Strength? You knew the answer to that question all too well: Guilt.

— CHAPTER FIVE: “Desperation Sits Heavy on my Tongue.”

You and your father are more alike than either of you are led to believe. He doesn’t reach. You don’t beg. Where does the tension snap?

— CHAPTER SIX: “Through Heaven and Earth, I Alone am the Honoured One.”

Hymns were sung at his birth and prophecies were written for his future, in all aspects, Gojo Satoru was a god reborn. But who is a God to a little girl searching for her father?

[i-was-never-sane]

Open RP starter: "Why is he on the table?.."

The Aphro kids had somehow convinced you and a few other campers to go downtown New York in a club, with Mr. D's permission, of course. [he doesn't mind clubs.]

You all entered, in your fancy outfits.

The smell of wine and..other stuff, hit your face like a dam truck...That's when you spotted a familiar red headed boy, in trousers and a white button up shirt on top of a table with a mic...And singing- Wait, is that Ace?!

"ALL THIS? OVER A KISS? YOU WEREN'T THERE- SO WHY ARE YOU PRESSED BY THIS?!" Ace sung loudly into the mic as the crowd sung along. "NOW IT'S TURNING THREE IN THE MORNING- THE BOUNCER'S PUT ON HIS THIRD WARNING! BUT I'M STILL HERE- I'M NOT LEAVIIINNGGG!"

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+anyone else :3

(the song is Concrete by Lovejoy, btw!!)

[hypequeenves]

A/N: Below I will attach the demo. But it does come with the disclaimer that firstly, it is my first ever time making a piece of music and secondly, I wish I could afford to get a proper voice actor for Ves, but this is just for fun. So yeah you have to deal with my talentless voice. Keeping this in mind my Grandma did tell me it was 'more than passable' so I'm gonna believe her and post it. Just don't be mean I am not Ves, and I do not have the confidence of a God. That all being said, here you are:

CLOSED CAPTIONS BELOW

Opening: The sound of ringing, the phone is picked up. "Hello? The big G.D. is that really you? Oh well, I gotta couple of things I wanted to say to you". Verse One: Born hopeful, it's a test of patience Since creation, taught to be complacent Prayed at your alter, still no invitation Seems I've scorned, you need some vindication?

Been to long, don't need your explanation Seems you're biased, just an observation Most judged unworthy of Just Salvation? Now I'M looking for some vindication

Pre Chorus: Spent my whole life on my knees for you Now I am prayin' to someone new  You judged me, in a world that's a scam He says I'm guilty, cause he knows who I am

Chorus: Your just another man who feels incomplete Forget the alter, I'll bring you to your knees Knuckles bleeding, I will make you repent Do you hear that? That's the sound of your decent.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Just a little bonus under here, I wrote down a bunch of the bloopers of random nervous cusses and swears I was making trying to record this. If you've made it this far down I hope it gives you a laugh.

"This need to be sung by some who's… just not ME"

"GOD I can't even say my own FUCKIN lyrics GOD FUCKEN DAM-YOU-F-STUPID PIECE OF SHIT" "This is getting to 'fuck me in the assshole' territory".

"Fuck me in the HOLE- *unintelligible angry noises* -FUCk it DeEP and HarD"

"I can't even fucken' fuck bro - WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IF I CAN"T EVEN FUCKIN FUCK BRO?!"

"I hate my STUPID AUSTRALIAN ACCENT WHY COULDN'T I BE BORN SEXY?!"

[zmb1eslut]

Masterlist

Luke Castellan singing a birthday song for Dionysus!reader.

gn!reader but the song talks in fem.

warnings: swearing.

Agreed, birthday parties were the second worst kind of parties, just after baby showers, and just as long as they're yours. But even the worst party was still a party and dam you loved those.

Maybe a bit of the attention too.

So it kinda sucked that after putting on your special person suit you got to face a normal routine where no one cared more than the occasional "happy birthday". It was just going to be normal thursday.

Except for Luke, apparently. He entered the dining pavilion at exactly 8:12 AM while you were just sitting down with your breakfast. He had a microphone, connected to a sort of boombox that he just left somewhere in the floor when Charlie came with a guitar and handed it to him.

Saturday mornin' jumped outta bed.

You instantly cringed. Luke didn't even knew how to play guitar (He learnt those chords just for you).

And put my best suit

He even looked so smug about it, looking down at his literally every day clothes.

Got in my car and raced like a jet.

Fuck, he made eye contact with you. You instantly turned around to the side, finding your father on the process, who seemed rather annoyed with the live show. But slowly you couldn't help but look again at his dorky act.

All the way to you.

No. Stop. Stay the fuck there. He was literally walking straight to you. Charlie following him now with the boombox and everyone looking, not quite making fun of him, not quite impressed about it all.

He put his hand on the Dionysus table, and then it dawned on you.

Knocked on your door with heart on my hand.

He wasn't walking towards you.

To ask you a question.

Your godly parent wished, for a moment, he had perished more than centuries ago, afar from the torturous instances that immortality day to day proved to offer.

He groaned and drowned his face on both his palms.

'Cause I know you are an old fashioned man.

There was something about a shameless idiot being able to have such a characteristically attractive smirk on him while performing the most humiliating act of his life, and taking you on his ride with no agreement of sny sort.

Oh, shit. Please don't.

He got on the fucking table.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life?

You could no longer fight it, you started to smile. You could no longer pretend you weren't listening to this song when you were 12, envy of the fact someone loved that way, maybe even hoping to be understood some day. You couldn't pretend you never felt as special as being completely socially annihilated by the cutest swordsman on camp.

Say yes. Say yes, 'cause I need to know.

He was actually really playing into the teenage pop-rockstar choreography and expression, as if it wasn't a terribly sung acoustic cover.

You say I'll never get your blessing 'til the day I die.

Maybe you also loved knowing his reputation was way to good for your father to actually be able to took it out on him and give him a lesson for ruining his morning.

Tough luck my friend but the answer is no!

Some people started to laugh, some people started to cheer him.

Until he stopped, and crouched to give the guitar to Charlie, who handed him the microphone.

"I couldn't learn the chorus for the life of me"

And he played the karaoke version.

Why you gotta be so rude?

Don't you know I'm human too?

Why you gotta be so rude?

I'm gonna marry her anyway.

It was funny in a way because Luke was... not even your boyfriend, or friend for that matter, just a sort of a pleasant stranger. He just greeted you sometimes, helped you a bit on your archery class. He'll sometimes tie your shoes when you didn't wanna bend down, or gave you notes when you were rehearsing for a play. Probably the closer you ever got were those times he would just purposefully mess up your hair when you were chatting with your friends and maybe that one time he... Oh.

I hate to do this, you leave no choice, can’t live without you.

And that's when he finally stopped bothering Mister D, right before looking at you and freezing you on a childish emotion.

Love me or hate me, we will be both standin’ at that altar.

It didn't felt much like a threat. Not even when he pulled you a little closer.

Or we will run away to another galaxy, you know.

Can we? fucking brown eyes taking the best of you.

You know that I am so in love with you, I'll go anywhere you go.

And you realized that's not even how the song goes, before he twirled you around.

Can I just be honest? Have a speck of your time?

Say yes. Say yes. Promise I'll be good.

'Cause really I feel you takin every bit of my mind.

And I must say, I think that it's love.

And he stopped singing, the music kept running for a couple counts more before Charlie turned it off. You were just looking at each other, him being considerably more nervous than you, though he did tried to hide it and you not quite so.

Your silence went for too long and he had to break it first.

"Happy birthday?"

And that made you laugh before you caught him on a giddy hug of excitement. He looked at Charlie from over your shoulder, he couldn't believe that shit actually worked.

[gabrielokun]

[blue-sadie]

Fuck Up

Lo'ak x Nerd Reader

Series Masterlist

Prt 4 of the Fucking The Nerd Series

Summary: it's going great till someone appears at his front step

Warning: none

Yn/3rd person pov

Its been a few months since neteyam left and lo'ak has improved a lot he doesn't fuck other girls, takes me out on dates and cuddles me after sex and lets us watch tv while we recover.

"f-fuck" i panted i riding out my orgasm as lo'ak's hands ran over my body "dam I love how your boobs bounce" he growled out and groaned out as I slowly came to a stop.

Giggling to myself as I lifted myself off of him and planted myself down next to him "I can't believe you have to leave now" he grumbled.

I smiled rolling myself off the bed to get dressed "I have to my brother is coming over for a visit" I murmured slipping on my skirt and clipping on my bra.

"I don't see why he only comes for one day" he huffed and getting up and wrapping his arms around me stopping me from putting my shirt on.

"Come on lo'ak" I giggled squirming in his hold "but I don't want my baby to leave" he chuckled kissing my neck.

"But I have to" I smiled kissing his cheek, he groaned and let me go and put on his sweats as I put on his shirt.

"Come on I'll walk you down stairs" he murmured grabbing his hand and kissed my knuckles and lead me out his room and down the stairs.

"Text me when you get home" he said opening the door and gasping as a beautiful girl stood in the door "oh hi nete" she sung sweetly it made me want to barf.

"I- ari'ek what are y-you doing here" he stuttered letting go of my hand "oh I just came to see my one and only love but whose this" she smiled but it dropped when she turned to me.

"Oh a-ah this, this is yn my a-ah g-girlfriend" he stuttered and ushered me out and only gave me a half assed goodbye before bringing her inside "back to square one".

When I got home I sent him a text saying I got home safe but he left me on read I bit my lip and decided to talk to him after supper.

-time skip-

"Uh.... hey lo'ak your phone keeps going to voice mail and I just wanted to say it hurt my feelings that you kinda just passed me off like that" I murmured.

"I-Im gonna go goodnight" I said before hanging up and stuffing it into my pocket "hey whats up pipesqueak" my brother said as he leaned onto my door frame.

"Nah its nothing it's just some boy troubles" I huffed "while I have an offer for you" I tilted my head his words intriguing me.

"Well if the boy gives you more trouble you can always come stay by me" he murmured and I actually began to think about it "yea I think I might".

-Next day-

I smiled as I walked through the school hallway and as I came close to my locker I saw lo'ak "hi" I smiled and hugged him before before opening up my locker.

"Did you get my text" I asked "oh no I ah ari'ek stayed over last night and had my phone" he murmured "she had your phone" I questioned he hardly ever let me see his phone.

"What did she mean by one and only love" I asked closing my locker "oh we used to date way before us" he bit his lip and tried to change the subject.

Till she popped up and dragged him off using the excuse of not wanting to get lost "fucking bitch" I muttered and stormed off to class.

-Time skip-

"Yn what the fuck" lo'ak yelled as he pulled me to the side of the hall "what" I whispered clenching my books to my chest.

"Why would you hit ari'ek" he muttered I looked at him confused "I didn't" but he didn’t believe me "I can't date a bully" he snapped.

I was taken a back by his out burst "b-but" I didn't know what to say "you know what just leave us alone" he growled and left and down the hall ari'ek was laughing along with kanu.

Tears streamed down my face as I left it was the last day so they didn't care if I left and I went straight home not looking up for anyone.

"H-hey bro I accept your offer"

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