#the international fashion group

[rko-radio-pictures]

[mslanna]

currently watching project runway thailand (2022 season) and everything is so out of my experience?

like

the colours? the detilas? the unbridled adding of things and experimenting?

i'm loving it

[fdmlovesfashion]

Celebrating SPRING with LEESA ROWLAND in NYC

Catching up! Celebrating Spring with LEESA ROWLAND and friends in NYC. The charismatic Actress, Philanthropist and Author had a fete celebrating her recent Park cover in the East Village, New York. Wearing a custom collection floral dress made by fashion designer Marc Bouwer, friends came downtown to celebrate. NEW YORK, NY – APRIL 3: Leesa Rowland attends Leesa Rowland Cover Party At Populares…

[flwrkid14]

The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy

It started as a slow, creeping suspicion. A few throwaway comments here, a couple of odd interactions there. At first, no one thought much of it.

One day, Dick was grabbing coffee near Wayne Enterprises when he overheard two interns chatting in line. “I saw Tim Drake today, and let me tell you, I think I’ve developed a new celebrity crush,” one of them said, giggling.

Dick nearly choked on his iced latte. Tim? Celebrity crush? He shook it off, chalking it up to the occasional corporate crush, nothing out of the ordinary for someone who runs a massive company. But then he heard it again the next week at a Titan’s briefing. Garfield leaned over to him during a meeting, nodding toward Tim across the room.

“Man, Tim’s really come into his own, huh? Guy’s kinda a looker now,” Gar commented.

Dick blinked, then frowned. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, come on, Nightwing,” Gar teased, “you can’t tell me you haven’t noticed! The quiet broody thing is working for him. I bet half of Gotham has a crush on him.”

By the time Dick got back to Gotham, the gears were turning in his head. Did half of Gotham have a crush on Tim?

Then it happened again. This time it was Damian’s turn.

He had been sparring with Jon in the Batcave, when their conversation drifted, as it often did. “You ever think about what it would be like to date someone like Tim?” Jon asked, completely out of the blue.

Damian froze, mid-punch. “What?”

“I mean, he’s smart, right? Responsible, kinda low-key. Would probably make a great boyfriend,” Jon continued, completely oblivious to the growing horror on Damian’s face.

“Grayson and Todd, are enough. I refuse to let another sibling of mine become Gotham’s romantic fascination!” Damian exclaimed later that night at the dinner table. The others laughed, assuming Damian was just being overly dramatic, as usual.

But the seed had been planted.

It didn’t take long for the other Batfamily members to start picking up on the signs.

Steph first noticed when she logged onto a Wayne Enterprises fan forum (because yes, those exist) and saw a thread that was simply titled, “Tim Drake’s Glow-Up Appreciation Post”. The page was filled with comments fawning over him—talking about his “sharp jawline,” his “dark, mysterious aura,” and how “charming” he was during interviews.

Naturally, Steph sent the link to Cass with a laughing emoji. “Look at our boy, growing up into Gotham’s next heartbreaker,” she joked.

But as more and more of these comments popped up in the oddest places, Steph’s joking tone faded. Was Tim really the next heartthrob?

The realization hit Jason last, as most things concerning Tim usually did. He was scrolling through his usual online haunts, browsing forums that discussed Gotham’s vigilantes, when he stumbled on something unusual.

A post titled: Top 10 Reasons Why Red Robin is the Best Looking Vigilante in Gotham.

Jason almost clicked out of it immediately, assuming it was some kind of joke. But no. There were paragraphs. Analysis. Photos that somehow made Tim look like a damn model, even in his ridiculous Red Robin cape.

Jason scrolled through in disbelief, not sure what he was more stunned by: the fact that people were thirsting after Tim, or that someone had gone to this much effort to explain why he was hot.

“That’s it. The internet is officially broken,” Jason muttered to himself, before sending a screenshot to the family group chat with the caption: Since when did Tim become a fashion icon?

The real kicker, though, was Alfred. After weeks of the Batfamily casually throwing around jokes about Tim’s newly discovered “status,” Alfred finally made his observation one morning over breakfast.

“Master Timothy has always had a certain quiet charm about him,” Alfred said as he served coffee, completely unbothered by the ensuing chaos.

Dick, nearly spilling his coffee: “Wait, you knew about this? Why didn’t you say something?”

Alfred raised a brow. “It hardly seemed necessary. I assumed you all were already aware of Master Timothy’s appeal.”

Appeal. Appeal.

Jason was laughing so hard he had to leave the room, while Steph and Cass exchanged glances that said everything: they needed to re-evaluate everything about their little brother.

The whole Batfamily was still coming to terms with it. They joked, they teased, but there was an undeniable shift. When they looked at Tim now, they saw what others had apparently been seeing for years—a quietly confident, strikingly intelligent young man who had somehow grown into one of Gotham’s most eligible bachelors.

Of course, the moment that really sealed the deal came when Tim rode into the Batcave one evening on his Red Bird bike, wearing hastily thrown on stylish outfit—a black leather jacket, perfectly fitted jeans, and a shirt that gave him a casual, yet effortlessly cool look. Running a hand through his still damp hair, a look of mild annoyance on his face.

“Sorry, I’m running late. Got a date.”

For a moment, the Batfamily just stared.

Holy. Shit.

And then, as if on cue, Dick, Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, and even Damian had the same thought at the same time: Oh my God, Tim Drake is the Batfamily’s biggest heartthrob.

The realization was almost too much to handle.

[writingwithcolor]

Naming International POC Characters: Do Your Research.

This post is part of a double feature for the same ask. First check out Mod Colette's answer to OP's original question at: A Careful Balance: Portraying a Black Character's Relationship with their Hair. Below are notes on character naming from Mod Rina.

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@writingraccoon said:

My character is black in a dungeons and dragons-like fantasy world. His name is Kazuki Haile (pronounced hay-lee), and his mother is this world's equivalent of Japanese, which is where his first name is from, while his father is this world's equivalent of Ethiopian, which is where his last name is from. He looks much more like his father, and has hair type 4a. [...]

Hold on a sec.

Haile (pronounced hay-lee), [...] [H]is father is this world’s equivalent of Ethiopian, which is where his last name is from. 

OP, where did you get this name? Behindthename.com, perhaps?

Note how it says, “Submitted names are contributed by users of this website. Check marks indicate the level to which a name has been verified.” Do you see any check marks, OP? 

What language is this, by the way? If we only count official languages, Ethiopia has 5: Afar, Amharic, Oromo, Somali, & Tigrinya. If we count everything native to that region? Over 90 languages. And I haven't even mentioned the dormant/extinct ones. Do you know which language this name comes from? Have you determined Kazuki’s father’s ethnic group, religion, and language(s)? Do you know just how ethnically diverse Ethiopia is? 

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To All Looking for Character Names on the Internet:

Skip the name aggregators and baby name lists. They often do not cite their sources, even if they’re pulling from credible ones, and often copy each other. 

If you still wish to use a name website, find a second source that isn’t a name website. 

Find at least one real life individual, living or dead, who has this given name or surname. Try Wikipedia’s lists of notable individuals under "List of [ethnicity] people." You can even try searching Facebook! Pay attention to when these people were born for chronological accuracy/believability. 

Make sure you know the language the name comes from, and the ethnicity/culture/religion it’s associated with. 

Make sure you understand the naming practices of that culture—how many names, where they come from, name order, and other conventions. 

Make sure you have the correct pronunciation of the name. Don’t always trust Wikipedia or American pronunciation guides on Youtube. Try to find a native speaker or language lesson source, or review the phonology & orthography and parse out the string one phoneme at a time. 

Suggestions for web sources:

Wikipedia! Look for: “List of [language] [masculine/feminine] given names,” “List of most common [language] family names,” “List of most common surnames in [continent],” and "List of [ethnicity] people."  

Census data! Harder to find due to language barriers & what governments make public, but these can really nail period accuracy. This may sound obvious, but look at the year of the character's birth, not the year your story takes place. 

Forums and Reddit. No really. Multicultural couples and expats will often ask around for what to name their children. There’s also r/namenerds, where so many folks have shared names in their language that they now have “International Name Threads.” These are all great first-hand sources for name connotations—what’s trendy vs. old-fashioned, preppy vs. nerdy, or classic vs. overused vs. obscure. 

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Luckily for OP, I got very curious and did some research. More on Ethiopian & Eritrean naming, plus mixed/intercultural naming and my recommendations for this character, under the cut. It's really interesting, I promise!

Ethiopian and Eritrean Naming Practices

Haile (IPA: /həjlə/ roughly “hy-luh.” Both a & e are /ə/, a central “uh” sound) is a phrase meaning “power of” in Ge’ez, sometimes known as Classical Ethiopic, which is an extinct/dormant Semitic language that is now used as a liturgical language in Ethiopian churches (think of how Latin & Sanskrit are used today). So it's a religious name, and was likely popularized by the regnal name of the last emperor of Ethiopia, Haile Selassie (“Power of the Trinity”). Ironically, for these reasons it is about as nationalistically “Ethiopian” as a name can get.

Haile is one of the most common “surnames” ever in Ethiopia and Eritrea. Why was that in quotes? Because Ethiopians and Eritreans don’t have surnames. Historically, when they needed to distinguish themselves from others with the same given name, they affixed their father’s given name, and then sometimes their grandfather’s. In modern Ethiopia and Eritrea, their given name is followed by a parent’s (usually father’s) name. First-generation diaspora abroad may solidify this name into a legal “surname” which is then consistently passed down to subsequent generations.

Intercultural Marriages and Naming

This means that Kazuki’s parents will have to figure out if there will be a “surname” going forward, and who it applies to. Your easiest and most likely option is that Kazuki’s dad would have chosen to make his second name (Kazuki’s grandpa’s name) the legal “surname.” The mom would have taken this name upon marriage, and Kazuki would inherit it also. Either moving abroad or the circumstances of the intercultural marriage would have motivated this. Thus “Haile” would be grandpa’s name, and Kazuki wouldn’t be taking his “surname” from his dad. This prevents the mom & Kazuki from having different “surnames.” But you will have to understand and explain where the names came from and the decisions dad made to get there. Otherwise, this will ring culturally hollow and indicate a lack of research.

Typically intercultural parents try to

come up with a first name that is pronounceable in both languages,

go with a name that is the dominant language of where they live, or

compromise and pick one parent’s language, depending on the circumstances.

Option 1 and possibly 3 requires figuring out which language is the father’s first language. Unfortunately, because of the aforementioned national ubiquity of Haile, you will have to start from scratch here and figure out his ethnic group, religion (most are Ethiopian Orthodox and some Sunni Muslim), and language(s). 

But then again, writing these characters knowledgeably and respectfully also requires figuring out that information anyway.

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Names and naming practices are so, so diverse. Do research into the culture and language before picking a name, and never go with only one source.

~ Mod Rina

[astrstqr]

titles to have in your fame drs ★ ࿁ ⠀ ˚

yoncè speaks: all of my fave titles that i scripted lol

star girl　✶　i embody the essence of a superstar, combining elegance, talent, and charm to become a true icon of the entertainment world. my brilliance knows no bounds

international dream girl　✶　my aura is alluring to many and im beyond beautiful. people are automatically drawn to me

beyoncé of kpop　✶　i am a powerhouse of talent and charisma, commanding the stage with an unmatched presence. my performances are electrifying and unforgettable

irl bratz doll　✶　from the way i carry myself, my attitude, my savageness, and my fashion syle. beyond my musical talents, my genuine personalities and relatable charms have endeared them to fans universally, solidifying my reputation as "universal charms" in the k-pop world

global it girl　✶　recognized for my widespread influence, i have conquered charts and hearts across continents, establishing myself as true global icons in the k-pop scene and as a female kpop soloist

global trendsetter　✶　renowned for my impeccable fashion sense and trendsetting style, i effortlessly embodies a universal chic aesthetic that resonates with fans globally

princess of music　✶　revered like modern goddesses in the music industry, my achievements and impact have elevated me to the status of "princess of music" worldwide

cosmic allure　✶　my enchanting performances and otherworldly stage presence gives me a cosmic allure, drawing fans from every corner of the globe into my mesmerizing performances*

pinnacle envoy　✶　my unparalleled success has positioned me as ambassadors of k-pop, reaching the pinnacle of the industry and representing the genre on a global stage

BONUS .ᐟ

.  what to be known for !

✶ for streaming on twitch

✶ having the most interesting interactions with fans and other celebrities

✶ for your visuals

✶ having famous parents

✶ having the prettiest fancams with high quality and always have more than 1 million views

✶ having famous parents

✶ being bilingual

✶ being in mulitipul kpop groups mvs

✶ having a lot of song decatied to you

✶ being the most followed idol on instagram

✶ callaborating with a lot of artists

✶ doing things that idols wouldn’t normally do

✶ bringing arabic scales to kpop

✶ bringing mixtapes to k-pop

✶ multiple global brand endorsements

✶ iconic drunk in love riff in dubai

yoncè speaks 2: felt a little short so added a little extra lol

[httpstes]

* ˚ ✦astro observations VII* ˚ ✦

Links to other astrovations: Astrology observations l, Astrology Observations ll, Astrology observations lll, Astrology observations IV, Astro Observations V Astrology observations VI

✩ Aquarius and pisces moon's can get annoyed with others for no reason, they might even beat themselves up over it. I’ve noticed with these individuals (unless strong 4H placements are involved or cancer) that they tend to not like people who are constantly in their vicinity 24/7, especially friends or lovers, these people rlly enjoy their personal space and alone time so they recharge their social battery as well as their tolerance for others.

✩ Aqua and Pisces moons may also feel that they can’t be their real selves around others, this authentic version of them may only truly be revealed to family members or a very close friend or lover. This could also add to the need to be alone as they could feel no one will ever understand them, their mind, mannerisms and behaviour. It’s like they want someone to pick apart their brain and understand who they are at their core but at the same time they’re afraid of letting others into their internal world.

✩ North Node in the 7th house seems like a difficult placement for the NN to be in. NN in the 1st house would symbolise finding your direction in life independently, therefore being encouraged to rely on oneself. North Node in the 7th house is quite the opposite, in the worst cases, I've seen it manifest in individuals who feel like they're incomplete without a romantic life partner and never properly heal, jumping from one person to the next in order to not be alone. Positively, this placement can indicate being encouraged to work with other people and to develop deep connections to others as with SN in the 1st, you may be more inclined to do things your way. NN in the 7th pushes you in the direction of compromise and balance within relationships.

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd house can indicate troubles with speaking (speech impediment, afraid of speaking in front of a group of people etc).

✩ Chiron and Neptune in the 3rd can also show early childhood bullying or being purposefully left out/made fun of by other kids your age. I've seen quite a few people with this placement deal with this, and years later they develop social anxiety and in worst cases agoraphobia :(

✩ Going back to the first point of Chiron/Neptune- they may have felt stupid or "slower" than other kids their age when it came to school further adding to the sense of unease and anxiety when it comes to school or dealing with their peers.

✩P.S I love you Chiron/Neptune in 3H individuals ❤️, yall are so strong and you are smarter than you realise 🙏

✩Venus/Sun/Moon/Mars in the 5th house start getting into/doing more creative hobbies. Idc if it's music, writing, poems, acting, knitting, painting, dancing, fashion hell even sculpting and becoming a DJ, JUST DO ITTT. Trust you are blessed with a mind that inclines to the creative side, use this please esp if the moon is in the 5th house it will heal your inner child. Mars here could show you feeling energised from creative pursuits and hobbies, a creative career could be well-suited. Even if you don't pursue a creative career, or (from what some of these people have told me 😭) don't consider yourself creative, do anything where you can add your own twist and opinion to it. Even if you don't think so or see it yourself, others will definitely be able to see the emotion/innovation/vision in whatever you create.

✩Having a lot of placements in the lower hemisphere of the chart especially the 4th house can indicate having an introverted personality.

✩ Furthermore, this can also indicate an individual who has a lot of layers, and it takes a while to get them out of their shell. This or they choose who they want to see the real them, no matter the years you've known them or the closeness.

✩Martian ruled 12H (Scorpio/Aries) or Mars in the 12H can indicate having wild ass dreams. Might involve a lot of fighting, and chasing, honestly it's giving war-zone. Your dreams could be very, very vivid too.

✩ Martian-ruled 12H or Mars in the 12H can also indicate repressing your anger a lot. This could stem from childhood trauma and with Taurus/Sag in the first (Whole signs), you could've felt bad expressing your anger, being taught it's not a good thing to show outward. With Taurus in the 1st this could show developing a put-together and calm demeanor since a young age and not wanting to break that peace wall you have built up. With Sag in the 1st this could show wanting to or being taught to come across as happy all the time or only being positive. Sometimes I've even noticed these individuals would rather come across as wild, carefree and happy than ever admit or show their more...plotting side 😈 (scorpio12H)..ig you could say LMAO.

✩Saturn in the 6H could show an individual needing a routine to keep them mentally in check and sane. Without one, they may feel like their whole life is crumbling right in front of them.

✩9H/3H placements can get on with anyoneee I swear. Even if they don't think so or if they are more introverted in nature, others just feel they give off this carefree, relaxed vibe making it easier for conversation and getting to know them. (Unless there's like Pluto on the Ascendant lol or sumn, this placement by itself tho does give off carefree knowledgeable energy).

✩Venus conj Saturn can show your boundaries constantly being tested and the universe sending you the same people in a different font, testing your ability to blindly love others until you get it straight lolll.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also show; dating/attracting older people, those who fuck with you romantically get screwed over eventually #karma, and or being serious about love like only wanting/pursuing relationships that are long-term.

✩Saturn conj Venus can also indicate meeting your "true love" later on in life, and by later I mean whatever point in time it is societally deemed 'oh that's very late to get married' blah blah.

✩These individuals could also just have good standards for what they want from their partner/future spouse (love that for you guys)

✩Back to NN in the 1st, stop serving other people and be of service to yourself!! It's okay to be selfish sometimes.

✩Uranus in the 1H, Aqua asc, yall weird 🤓. You already know that but I just felt the need to reiterate it, love all your little quirks and hyperfixations tho ❤️

✩Mars in the 11H be up to some crazy stuff in the bedroom (notice the Aquarian themes here)

✩Saturn overlaying the 4th house in synastry, 4th house person may feel like the Saturn individual is their 4lifer and can see them staying in their life long-term.

✩Not an observation just a personal opinion, I love people's charts where their planets sprinkle EVERYWHERE in the chart, it's so cool IMO and these people tend to be very balanced and have knowledge on all areas of life. I also don't know why but these charts are rare for me to find. Individuals who have planets in nine different houses is crazy I wanna see your chart.

PS- The astrovations are so back 🙏

ღAll my notes are personal observations and thoughts. I am not a professional astrologer and like to have a sense of whimsy in my life by looking at peoples charts, thankyou.

[finalgirlmorgue]

���・︴ Jason is cold ｡°✧

𝜗𝜚 Genre: Smut 𝜗𝜚 Warnings: nsfw, mentions of female anatomy 𝜗𝜚 Jason Todd x Iceberg lounge waitress 𝜗𝜚 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REQUESTS 𝜗𝜚 Pussy eater Jason Brainrot -----------------------------------------------------------------------

𝜗𝜚 You're responsible for your own media consumption :)

Winter is cold, but Jason is colder. You thought you two had made notable progress. Maybe that was just wishful thinking. You had helped him before in a heated interrogation about some high profile criminal. In which he stood over you. Donning the sleek armor, helmet, and hood. Sharp jagged edges of his words, accusatory and calculated. He never touched you in those 6 minutes. Never raised a hand at you. A few words was enough to make you spill. To make you spill information you were not aware was stored in your brain. From then on you were his preferred server. His little spy who delivered everything he wanted to know. You sought his praise, you learned what he needed.

The clientele phased in and out. You brought out plates of caviar and daiquiris with olives and offered kind smiles and an ear to listen to the Gotham elite's rants about criminal life. Their troubles were yours too when they tipped you rent money for the week. You listened with an eye to their wallets.

That was a waitress's manifesto. Hospitality is an art form.

And so, when you saw the Red Hood that bleak night, all you could do was nod politely at him as he slid into a booth. He was a large man, he dwarfed the plush corner table that was supposed to provide privacy. You swerved in between servers. Dodging plates with drinks balancing delicately on them. You approached his table, sliding him a menu from under your arm.

"Hi there," You nodded curtly at him as you set the menu on the table. "Can I get any drinks started for you?" Your eyes glanced back to his face. He was watching you intently, like a shark scenting blood.

"I'll just have an old fashioned. Thanks."

You mentally jotted it down. It was common practice to memorize orders. professionalism was a highly respectable talent, especially in such a large venue. You moved off toward another group. A few tables away you noticed that he had not taken off his helmet or mask. But, his eyes kept following your every move until you disappeared into the crowd.

The slits of his eyes disturbed you the most. The mask dehumanized him. It was like talking to an unfeeling machine. The way he observed, how he held himself. A machine. There was no warmth in his eyes. You watched his fingers twitch, and the knuckles go white as his hands flexed around the curve of the table. He was capable of breaking someone like a Barbie doll.

When you returned with his beverage you set it down on a coaster, a bit of liquid splashing over the edge of the glass.

"Gonna take a few cents off for that?" He asked. Maybe it was a cruel attempt at humor. You didn't smile, still debating on his sincerity. Your eyes widened slightly and he chuckled beneath the breath. Like he knew what you were doing, panicking internally. You tried again, offering him a pleasant expression, "Apologies, Sir." You said. You waited for him to say something further, anything that indicated he would talk to you, but his eyes stayed on your own. He watched you silently until the silence got to be too much.

"They've got you trained like a dog."

"Sorry?…" You were staggered at the comparison but you tried to play along. "Like a dog," he repeated, "trained to obey orders. You're a yes woman for Gotham's Illuminati." He mocked. His fingers fidgeted, the gloves on his right hand slipping slightly.

"Well, I enjoy my work.." And now you had his full attention, looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to elaborate. "I've met a lot of interesting people."

"Honesty, If you would." He cut you off abruptly. He seemed amused by your answer. You took a deep breath and spoke.

"While it is… stressing," You admitted. You wanted to tell him that you had been through more stress than the average college student, and you had also faced far more threats than Gotham's most notorious mobsters, "it's nice knowing the ins and outs of it all." His lips quirked up slightly at this admission. But his attention turned to the rest of the restaurant. The diners seemed oblivious to your conversation, the noise drowned out by the music. No one seemed interested in what you had to say, save for the occasional patron who had heard the comment.

The Red Hood tilted his head towards the bar where a bartender was mixing cocktails. They looked delicious and colorful even as the light reflected off the glass surface. "Let me see if I can make you feel better." He rose gracefully from his seat and made his way towards the bar, taking care not to step on anyone as he passed. You followed him.

"Oh I can't drink on the job-" You began.

"Then don't. This will only last 5 minutes." He interrupted, waving off your protest. You followed to the bathrooms behind him, Hood entering first. After a few seconds, he came back and gestured you inside. Inside was a small area, dimly lit but clean and modern. With sinks that looked more like counters. On the opposite wall there were mirrors. Hood motioned at the counter. Not getting the message he grabbed you by your waist, pulling you forward and hoisting you onto the cold marble. You squeaked, your thighs sliding against the smooth surface as you landed on your ass. When you caught your balance, Hood was already moving across your thighs, his hands reaching into your pants. Your mouth went dry as you stared. He yanked at your zipper, your body jerking in surprise. You gasped, as you watched the black fabric slide downwards. Hood pulled off the slacks and threw them into one of the sinks.

He pushed his thumb into your underwear, pulling roughly at the cloth. "wait--" you managed to mutter between gasps. "H-Hold on. The.. um- door." You stalled.

"Locked tight. I checked." He assured you. A smirk twitched at the corner of his lips. He dropped down to one knee, spreading your thighs farther apart as he pulled the masked down, shielding his lower half from view as his mouth was buried in your cunt. His tongue flicked out, tasting your wetness as he worked you open, gliding deeper each time. You whimpered as he nipped at your clit gently, tugging the sensitive flesh in the process.

"Oh god… this is so- a lot.. so much-"

You squirmed in embarrassment. He smirked at you as you struggled to find some sort of control. He continued to flick his tongue against your clit, making you pulse against the leather of his glove. A warm wet spot formed in his palm. Hood paused, licking his lips as he eyed your pussy hungrily. "I thought I was overworked.." He murmured. His thumb traced a line down your inner thigh until he reached the apex of your thighs. You arched up towards his mouth. You were panting now, "You seem tired."

"Mmm.." you mumbled and you could hear the grin in his voice

"Can't fuck you to sleep, not unless you clock out early." He teased, using his other hand to hold your hips tightly. "Call this a private service."

You nodded. As his tongue lapped at your pussy again you felt a rush of desire shoot up your spine, a shudder coursing through you. He pressed his face against the moist heat, letting out a groan. He slipped two gloved fingers inside you slowly as you moaned. You arched your pelvis into his touch. One of his hands slipped free from your thighs, resting over your knee, pushing them apart. You felt hot and feverish, sweat dotting your forehead, making your hair damp and sticking to your skin.

"should be paying me." He mumbled against your pussy, vibrations thrumming from his lips. He thrust one finger deeply into you. It sank all the way to the hilt before he withdrew it. You cried his name. That was all it took for you to lose the control you had over yourself. All of a sudden you couldn't think straight. All of a sudden you felt your muscles spasm as orgasm slammed through you in waves. You gasped loudly as you rode out your climax, your whole body shaking. Your legs fell open, allowing his nose to poke at your clitt. It felt slick with spit and your juices. He rubbed it against your folds, leaving a trail that tickled your sensitive tissue. You moaned quietly as he lapped up the salty moisture dripping down your folds and thighs. He licked at his finger before wiping it across his lips.

"There we are~." He purred. You shivered as his fingers stroked over your sex.

Reblong + Like if you got this far or Jason dies again

[kurikive]

CASUAL | danielle marsh.

— "is it casual now?"

6thmember!reader, situationship/fwb but nothing sexual, angst, fluff at the end i promise, dani swears, reader is a (closeted) lesbian, reader is horrible at reading people, written in 2nd person, they work it out on the remix

warnings : A LOT of internalized homophobia !! reader refers to herself multiple times as a predator but it's just from fear and insecurity, nothing actually predatory is happening in the story. extremely brief mentions of starvation

wc: 5.4k words

inspired by: Casual — Chappell Roan

you and danielle marsh are friends. more than co-workers, you're friends. although you don't have that much in common except for your age, it was easy to adapt to the harsh environment of the k-pop industry's training system with someone like danielle by your side.

she's always been a ray of sunshine in everyone's lives, you're not the exception. if you were in a bad mood, tired from waking up in the early morning everyday, worked to the point of exhaustion, danielle would be there rubbing your shoulders and saying something sweet like

"you're doing great, y/n! keep up!"

and then you'd smile at her, and she'd smile back, and you'd feel so much better, thanks to danielle.

you didn't have many interests in common. music taste, fashion sense, movie picks, food preferences, personality types, if anything you were almost her complete opposite. and yet, she sat in your bed every night while you scrolled on your phone, talking for hours until it the clock hits midnight and she goes back to her room.

danielle did most of the talking, and you carefully listened to everything she said. the enthusiasm in which she enunciated all her words was endearing to listen to, and it couldn't not bring a smile out of you. the girl never forgot to give you your chance to speak too, trying to get to know you better everyday.

there was one thing she could not know, however. that you're a lesbian.

if it was hard enough being gay in korea, it was ten times harder when you were about to debut in a girl group, in one of the biggest companies in the industry at the moment nonetheless.

there were times where the members would all gather and have girl talks, talking about things like movies, celebrity crushes, past boyfriends and all that stuff, and you felt left out every single time.

sometimes it's more a curse than a blessing that danielle notices everything, because when she asks, "who's your celebrity crush, y/n?", "what do you look for in a boy, y/n?", "have you ever had a boyfriend, y/n?", you never know how you're supposed to respond.

it wasn't safe. it'll never be safe.

you've known the girls for almost a year and there has never been an indication of the way they felt about the LGBTQ+ community. hanni was your safest bet, she seemed the most open minded, but then again you can never be sure.

they were all so painfully straight.

so you try your best to answer vaguely,

"i don't know.", "i'm not sure, i don't really think about that." they complain a little about your mysteriousness, but it doesn't take long for them to let it go and move on.

you don't know how long you have to keep pretending you're not sure. you are sure.

you like girls.

you don't want to keep pretending you don't. but how would they feel?.

they'd feel unsafe, uncomfortable, scared, exposed to a threat, a possibility of being prey to a predator, a little voice in your head tells you.

but you're not. you're not a predator. they know you're not a predator. you'd never do anything to hurt them, or make them uncomfortable.

so you keep pretending. but the shell is starting to crack, and a knot in your throat gets tighter everytime you hear your members ask "is he your type?".

your debut is only a couple months away. you pray to god hanni has noticed by now. she's your roommate after all.

you start playing some specific songs without your headphones in hopes she walks by or enters the room and notices. you hope she's the one that asks. but she doesn't, she never mentions the songs, ever.

so you move on to movies and shows.

when she catches you watching heartbreak high in the living room TV, she only says "oh they're aussies, right?"

when she sees you watching heartstopper on your phone while eating dinner she just says, "kit connor is soooo handsome."

she doesn't mention it when she goes into your room and you're playing but i'm a cheerleader on your laptop. but hanni has caught on.

and the next time she goes into your shared room, she closes the door behind her. you're in your bed, and you're staring at each other, both of your eyes shine with nervousness.

"can i ask you something?" she says from the door, so shakily you start fearing she's not going to take it like you wish she would.

"sure." you didn't mean for your voice to come out as quiet as it did.

it's a nerve-wracking couple of seconds watching hanni take a seat in her own bed and face you. she takes a big breath before asking, "do you- no, sorry. are you... gay?"

yes, yes, yes. i am a lesbian. i like girls. you want to scream, but the realization of reality strangles you and your throat feels so tight, and you can't say anything.

"it's not like there's anything wrong about it, i'm just... asking." she tries. you can tell she's trying. it's sweet that she's trying.

"yes." it's a struggle to get it out, and your heart starts racing, but just being able to feels like such a relief that you might start crying. but then fear washes down on you again when you can't read hanni, at all.

"i'm really sorry, hanni. i promise i'm not weird or predatory or anything, i would never try to make you uncomfortable and i'm sorry if i ever did. i promise i don't like you like that, not that you're not attractive or anything, that's not what i mean at all. i just- i would never like you like that, you're like my sister and i promise that i'm still the same y/n you met, i really hope this doesn't change anything in our-" she cuts off your rambled apology-slash-explanation with a hug.

"it doesn't. i promise." it hits you now, just now, that hanni knows. she knows.

"please don't tell the others." you're choked up, and that's the only thing you could say before the tears in your eyes caught up. i don't know how they'll take it, you want to say, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob.

"i won't. it's okay, y/n."

you've grown closer to hanni than you'd ever thought you would. you spend your nights in your room talking and laughing and watching funny videos you send each other.

it's been a few months since you've debuted and you couldn't be happier. you had someone to rely on, someone who knows all your secrets and can trust her with them, and vice versa.

your career has skyrocketed and your popularity is through the roof, and although there are always negative consequences that come with that fame, it's been mostly great on your end.

danielle doesn't really hang out in your room to talk anymore. if you're honest, you kind of miss it, but she surely has her reasons, and you don't think too much about it.

you're currently in one of the vocal practice rooms at HYBE, setting up your phone to do a phoning live. you'd just finish your vocal practice and you had asked for permission beforehand.

after a few minutes of talking with your fans, recommending movies and talking about food, you hear a knock on your door. quite strange.

"yeah? who is it?" you yell loud enough to no cause any ruckus. the door slightly opens and a face peeks inside, "it's me!" danielle's signature smile shining brightly at you, "i saw you were live and wanted to come hang out."

you didn't even need to tell her anything before she was coming right inside the room to grab a chair and sit beside you. "well, come hang out then!" you face your screen to see danielle struggling to bring the chair closer to you, and you chuckle a bit. "dani's here, guys!"

danielle has always been very touchy; with everyone, that is. today was not the exception, resting her head on your shoulder, holding your hand and locking your fingers together, nuzzling her face in your neck, it's all things you're already used to.

it's never been more than just friendly showcases of affection, to you, at least. and you've also never been irritated by it, but there's some guilt you try to suppress.

you don't want to push her away, you're not uncomfortable with her actions, what is uncomfortable is her potentially finding out your sexuality and thinking you let her shower you with affection for your own amusement. you fear it. but you don't want to think about that right now.

you think about it again, however, when you go back home and open social media only to see videos and threads with thousands of likes and views compiling every sweet moment of affection that happened just mere hours ago.

there's a pang in your chest when you see the tens of delusional comments talking of how much they'd like to see you and your friend as a couple. it feels like you're being strangled, and you suddenly feel unwell, so you close the app and turn off your phone.

"i should watch a movie."

you fully believe your debut was your prime. everyday gets harder, scandal after scandal, comeback after comeback, day after day. you work really hard, your members know, your fans know. but it never looks like it's going to get easier.

you win awards, win some more, get another important deal, shoot another session, write another song, the cycle repeats although not in the same order. like a fucked up loop. you're so fucking tired.

you wonder how hyein is holding up. you care a lot for her, like your little sister. she seems okay, eating a bowl of yogurt and fruits in the living room with haerin and hanni. are you the only one having a hard time?

you need to relieve your stress, and there's really no other option other than going to the gym to work out. so you go back to your room to lazily change into your practice clothes and grab your backpack, "i'm going to the gym." you try your best to sound at least a little enthusiastic as you walk behind the living room couch.

"when are you coming back?" you hear danielle ask from the kitchen, a twinge of concern in her voice. "it might start raining soon."

"i won't take long. if i see it starts to get cloudy i'll get going." you try to put her worries at ease. your gym doesn't have windows, though.

you shouldn't have gone. you're not even supposed to go anyway. it's raining hard, and it might start storming soon. but your manager can't know you're here. one of the many downsides of being in a group with four minors and two barely-adults, you can't call any of them to pick you up. so fuck it, you're taking the public transportation.

kind of extremely risky considering you are literally in newjeans, but okay. what else is there to do? what you failed to consider is the only bus stop being about five blocks away. and the bus doesn't drop you off even remotely close to the dorms. so you're gonna be running in the rain and, fuck it again, you do just that.

the first five blocks to the bus stop weren't that bad, you didn't get soaked like you imagined, blocking most raindrops with your backpack over your head. you really should've just brought an umbrella, though.

good thing you brought a mask, at least. nobody seemed to recognize you on the bus. you take a seat as close as possible to the exit and take out your phone to hurriedly text the group chat.

i got a bit caught up, im omw

domt worry 2 much

ill b there soon :))

minji responds with a thumbs up, hanni leaves an "idiot" that gets a like reaction by haerin. you see danielle write and then stop writing about 3 times, but she ends up not sending anything at all, so you just turn off your phone and look outside for your stop.

it only takes a couple minutes of waiting to see the silhouette of your dorm building. you get off your seat and wait for the bus to halt at the next stop to get off. it's raining a bit harder, but there's nothing you can do except wing it.

and when you get off, you immediately put your backpack on top of your head and start running as fast as you could towards your dorm. you get some looks, but no one can possibly be able to recognize you, not at the speed you're going.

after a few minutes, your legs start getting tired not only from running, but all the exercise you did hours earlier. another thing you failed to consider in this mediocre, careless plan.

but you're almost there. and you're almost not soaked.

by the time you reach your building the only thing about you that isn't wet is your scalp. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, it's probably one of your members, but you're almost there, you can't pick up.

you enter the gates of the apartment, and you're probably going to make a mess on the floor on the elevator, but your legs can't take it anymore, and you thank any god that hears your prayers when the elevator doors open and it's empty. you can't take more embarrassment right now.

the doors open once again and you try not to make much noise as you run towards your dorm. someone inside must've heard you fumbling with your keys because as soon as you find the right one the door is already open, a concerned danielle with a just as worried minji behind her. you smile at the sight of them. "hello!"

"get your ass inside!" you hear hanni shout from the couch.

you're drying your hair in your room after taking a shower and explaining the situation to your group members. just as you're about to turn on your phone to see what time it is you hear a knock on your door, "can i come in?" it's danielle.

"yup. come on in!" you answer a lot more energized than a couple hours before. danielle's not wearing her usual bright smile, but rather a more worried expression. "y/n, can we talk?"

you're confused. you've never heard or seen her like this before. she's obviously been worried before, she cares about you just as much as the others, but this time it's different. "yeah, what's up?" you try your best to respond calmly and tap a stop in the bed beside yourself, which danielle gladly takes.

"are you okay?" she asks as she settles down at your side. what?

"what do you mean?" you don't notice it but you start fidgeting with your own fingers. danielle notices.

"it's just," she tries looking somewhere else, but she can't help the need of looking into your eyes all the time, looking for some sort of sign, some crack, "i can tell you're stressed. you're tired and... if you need to talk i just want you to know that i'm here." her eyes are dripping honey and her hand is so warm when she grabs yours.

you show her a sluggish smile, "thanks, dani. i appreciate that." when you look back, her face is already finding it's way to the crook of your neck. "i'm just a little tired of everything. it really feels like i'm doing the same things all over again. i know we've achieved a lot as a group but i feel like i have nothing going on for myself." you sigh, danielle says nothing, urging you to continue.

"all the songs i pitch get turned down, my other drafts feel too personal to release as a group song. every song i write with the group in mind feels, i don't know, empty?"

your eyes unfocus as a wave of emptiness washes over you and the only thing you feel is a water droplet from your bangs fall and travel down your temples. and also the warmth shared by danielle's hand in yours.

"i just feel like nothing's going on in my life." you feel danielle's head leave your shoulder and you turn to look at each other at the same time, "i think i know how you feel." she says with the sweetest eyes ever.

"thanks for listening, dani." you smile at her, but it feels so strange when she doesn't smile back. she just stares, right through you. her eyes are so pretty; you've always known but this is the first time you've looked at them directly for so long (there's really nothing else for you to look at when she's so close to your face).

oh, yeah. in a sudden moment you were inches apart. you don't remember moving so it must've been danielle.

you don't really understand what's going on. maybe this is an eye contact battle and you're not supposed to blink. and you think for a moment you had it easy because suddenly danielle's pretty eyes are nowhere to be found and you're staring at her eyelids and long eyelashes instead.

before your brain even thinks of giving you the chance to mutter "i win!" in a silly manner, you feel your own lips getting shut. covered, enveloped by another set of softness.

oh. this is not what you expected at all.

what are you even supposed to do right now? well, pull away, obviously. but that could could give danielle the impression that you hate everything about this and, really, that's not true at all. it's good. well, not good, but- danielle is not horrible at kissing.

what even is happening, anyway? i mean, you're kissing. but what else? nothing feels like it's moving; it feels like time's stopped. there also hasn't been anything that has lead up to this happening.

so you're just left there, paralyzed, in shock, waiting until danielle pulls away. just waiting until she's done with you. until she's satisfied.

and it's until danielle notices that you're not moving that she realizes what she's done. she pulls away, shaken and distraught.

"y/n, i am so sorry. i don't know what came over me, i am so so so sorry. i really didn't mean to do that. please forgive me, y/n, i am really so sorry." at this point, danielle's voice starts to break. "i don't know why i did that, it's just, i don't know, you just looked good a-and we were just close and-"

"it's okay, dani. i know."

"no, y/n, i really am sorry. i-"

"dani, i swear it's fine." you grab her shoulder to reassure her, but is anything really fine right now? "i..." you don't really know what to say next. "i don't, like, hate you or anything. i understand things like that happen. i'm not mad at you."

"really?" you've never seen her tear up so fast. you definitely didn't expect her to tear up at this. but you know the feeling of guilt so well you can't help but feel sympathy for her. "are you sure? i promise it won't happen again."

"i'm sure, dani. you could never do anything to make me hate you."

you smile at her, she sniffles. it's the last thing you hear before you hear the sound of her wristwatch's seconds ticking. you don't really know what's going through her head. you count about 34 ticks.

"did you hate it?" her voice isn't weak, but it is lower than you normally expect it to be.

you're stunned, but the way she looks at you so earnestly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes forces you to answer within seconds, "n-no! dani, i didn't... hate it. it was just unexpected. i didn't really process it at first." it's the truth, but it feels so gut-wrenching to say.

another 20 ticks of quiet.

"can i do it again?"

hello? hello? what is going on? hello?

"i-i mean, if you want to." it sounds more like a question than a proper answer. and danielle takes it anyway.

you don't have any romantic feelings for danielle, that's for sure. she's said she doesn't have any feelings for you either. that's established. and yet when hanni is too caught up watching movies in the living room with minji and hyein, danielle is always there, sitting in your bed.

sometime's it's just little pecks while you cuddle and watch something she doesn't care much about. sometime's she's on the verge of kissing the living shit out of you.

it's never more than that. none of you let it be more than that. it's more than okay.

it's comfortable. it's casual.

and yet, every time it happens, you feel guilt eat at your stomach.

because danielle doesn't know. and she can't know.

it's not like this was your idea in the first place, it was danielle's. but the fact that you let her do it anyway could be predatory enough for her to feel unsafe if she ever did find out. even if she's the one who caused this all.

and never once do you think about yourself while it happens. it's not a moment for you, it's a moment for danielle to take. and you're okay with that. as long as she's okay with it.

you're okay with many things just because danielle is okay with them.

if danielle wants to watch a romcom, you watch a romcom. if danielle wants to eat plain yogurt, you eat plain yogurt. if danielle wants to kiss you, you let her kiss you.

it's not that big of a deal if there are no feelings involved. it's just a matter of believing that that's actually true.

you let her do whatever she wants because you're scared to do the taking. because taking feels like stealing, and doing feels like attacking. and you're so scared to hurt danielle that you forget you can also hurt yourself.

but if it's so casual, why doesn't she let go of your hand? why does she call you pretty everyday? why does she look at you with those pretty eyes like you're her whole world?

was the "i love you" she said yesterday something she meant as platonic love? is there such a thing as casual love?

was it just the sound of the raindrops on your window that made you hallucinate the sound of a love confession?

you don't eat anything for the rest of the day.

minji and hyein are visiting their parents. hanni and haerin are out of the country. and you're in the dorm kitchen trying to figure out how blurred the lines are while you mix the milk into your tea.

you feel your heart drop when you hear the sound of footsteps of the line-blurrer herself over the sounds of light rain. it hasn't stopped since the day before.

you don't want to feel anything right now, you don't want to hear anything right now.

she wraps her arms around your waist and says, "good morning." with that big bright smile on her face. at one point it started hurting when she did, but you don't remember when.

she smells like the candles you burnt in your room two days after hanni left. you were trying to get rid of danielle's scent from your room, but you couldn't tell her that, so you just said you were trying something new.

danielle notices you say nothing back, and your eyes are nowhere in particular. "watchu thinkin' about?" her always cheery tone gets you out of your trance, and she notices when you stop stirring the spoon in your cup. you're still silent for a bit, but she lets you take your time.

"i don't think we should do this anymore, danielle."

you tense up when her arms leave your waist, but it feels oddly freeing. you don't turn back to face her.

"what do you mean?"

"are we still casual?"

there's disbelief in danielle's voice when she speaks, "what are you talking about? of course we are!" but she sounds dishonest, in a way.

"really?" that's when you turn around, her eyes are wide and her cheeks are quite flushed but nothing about her seems guilty at all, "because saying "i love you" doesn't seem quite casual to me."

she scoffs, "y/n, i tell all my friends i love them. it's a normal thing!"

"i'd agree with you if we weren't kissing on the low. it's a little too much on top of that."

"i don't know what you think casual means but-"

"what i mean is we should stop before the lines start to blur, that's if they haven't already." you don't want to yell at her. you hope she understands before you have to raise your voice. "we are public figures, famous figures. if this goes wrong we can't go back and that could potentially ruin everything, not only for us but for our group."

"well, it can't go wrong if there's no feelings involved, can it?" danielle is usually playfully sassy, but she's never responded to you like this before.

"we're human, danielle. feelings can't be stopped." you're not too good at reading people, but you can see something has clicked in danielle's brain.

"what i'm getting is that you developed feelings for me while we were casual, is that right?" she seems so sure and confident that it annoys you. it frustrates you. and you want to cry.

"no, that's not what i said. but i am scared of it happening, and i want this to stop before it has the chance to."

"well, you should've thought of that before you said yes." you never really did.

"why are you upset, anyways?"

"b-because!" her voice gets louder, "i just wanted this to be casual, and now your telling me you're scared of catching feelings, it's just weird. that's all."

you sigh, "listen, i don't want this to end on a bad note. i just-"

"well, i don't want this to end at all!"

it takes you a minute to believe what you're hearing.

"a-are you hearing yourself?" it's shocking, it really is, "this is crazy, why are you being so selfish right now?"

"because it feels good! okay?!" danielle has completely let go of the loose strings of morality she was holding on to, "it fucking feels good, a-and you make me feel good. i like it when we kiss, and i like it when we cuddle and, and, i just like it, okay?!" that's the first time you've heard danielle curse in your entire life.

"okay, well, i'm glad you did. but i don't. i don't feel good at all." it's so scary and risky because you're two seconds away from telling her the truth, and this could potentially damage both your careers irreversibly, but you can't think of any lie or excuse that is true enough to keep hiding it.

"i drown in guilt every time we kiss and i feel like i'm choking when you look at me these days."

you've never seen her look so confused, like she really doesn't understand you. because she never had to.

"why?"

"i am a lesbian, danielle." you can't shatter, not now. "and it kills me because you'll never understand how hard it is to hide like this for so long. and yes, we hide this casual thing from our members, but after this is over you don't have to hide anything at all and i still have to hide everything."

she says nothing. her eyes soften, but you can't read them. not like you ever could.

"i didn't catch feelings for you, but i could, and you're not helping out. and you don't have to worry about that. you don't have to worry about your members being disgusted at you for something you can't change. you don't have to pretend. you don't have to be scared that you're making someone uncomfortable by simply existing beside them. i had to pretend i didn't care when you kissed me, i had to pretend to be okay when you kissed me again. i've been pretending to be okay with so much i don't know what being okay is anymore."

danielle still says nothing.

"but that's all gone to shit now, hasn't it?" your voice can't break now, but it does anyway, even when your not done speaking. "i can't be okay with everything. i can't be casual about everything, danielle. not anymore." there's a hot tear running down your cheek, but you try to hold yourself together.

"i never want to hurt you, ever, danielle. but i am seriously hurting myself. i am eating myself from inside out. there's nothing casual about that."

"i think i might be in love with you." is the first thing she says in minutes. and that's when you shatter completely. you turn around to leave your mug of now cold tea on the counter and you rest your elbows on it to hide your face in your hands.

"do you think that helps?" you're sobbing.

"i'm sorry. i know it doesn't. i just had a moment of realization and i think that's why i was so upset. i didn't want you to end this because i was in love with you since the start and didn't realize."

"this is fucking crazy." it really is, that's why you can't hold down the laugh of complete astonishment that leaves your lips. "do you realize how crazy this is? i just came out to you and you're- i don't even want to think about this."

"i'm really sorry, y/n." it's the first time you see guilt in danielle's face in a long time. "i really am. i really didn't know, i- i didn't know anything at all."

"you were upset of me potentially having feelings for you when it was you the whole time, huh?" this is no time or place to make jokes, you're literally crying as you speak. but this is hilarious. danielle seems to think so too given she also laughs.

"i don't know what i was thinking." she says, hiding her face in her palm in embarrassment.

"i wish i knew too." you say, "i never do."

"so what now? i mean, you clearly don't like me back." you don't understand how danielle does it. she never looks away, she faces the truth, something you're unable to do easily.

"that's a good question, i actually never thought about that." i mean, you thought the possibility of danielle ever liking a woman, let alone you, was at a mere 0.1%, can you blame yourself for not thinking of a solution to this?

"i mean, you did say you could."

"selfish asshole." you mutter to yourself, but danielle hears it anyways. "hey!"

"i'm crying right in front of you out of fear and frustration, have some respect, dude."

"i would say it wouldn't hurt to try but it clearly does so i don't know what you want to do." wow, danielle really could never do anything to make you hate her. nothing at all. "i don't mind being the selfless one this time."

"cheesy." she's always been like that, you can't say you hate it. "i'll reheat my tea and think about it."

danielle waits for you. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to risk falling in love with her too. you've risked it once.

the microwave beeps and you take your mug out. it's hot again. you turn to face danielle and she's still there, hasn't moved an inch. "i'm willing to give it a try. but nothing casual."

she shines you the widest grin you've ever seen from her. "nothing was ever casual, i fear."

"i still can't believe you cursed." you say as you walk past her to go to your room (that probably smells like danielle's perfume again).

"i did?!" she trails behind you. you nod. "i almost jumped."

"hey, am i the first one to know?"

"what, that i'm a lesbian?" she nods, now beside you. you shake your head after a sip of your tea.

"hanni knew."

"i'm not even the first? fuck..." is she doing this on purpose... she has to be, right?

"dude? hello?"

"don't dude me, i'm your future girlfriend." she hits your arm as you walk into your room. you don't know what you're gonna say to hanni when she comes back.

"confident much? shut up and pick a movie to watch." you'll figure it out later.

end.

🗒️ this wasn't as long as i thought it was gonna be THANK GOD

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Beauty indicator pt 2- 29

Venus in the 5th house: usually very attractive to the opposite sex (or whatever they prefer). They LOVE the idea of love even if it’s for a short time and really enjoy flirting with ppl their attracted too. I notice they tend to flirt/ lead multiple ppl on at a time. They got some great rizz & can pull a lot of ppl by their charming natures.

Mars in 8th house: I wouldn’t say this is a classical beauty aspect but these ppl have amazing magnetism it’s insane. People can become pretty obsessed with these people especially after uk what 😏. People can become so obsessed with them they can attract a lot of stalkers or internet stalkers.

Venus in Leo: these people are like intimidating pretty, they’re always so made up and have the most shiny voluminous hair even if it’s long or short it always looks so healthy and shiny. They give off wealthy vibes & I notice ppl with this placement are really really smart, like a lot of people I meet with this placement are like top of their class. They usually dress in very trendy outfits & refuse to come out looking a mess, even on their bum days they still look made up. (I’m usually obsessed with women with this placement they’re just so 😩😍 I think it’s cuz I have an Aqua Venus so the opposite energy is very fascinating to me.

Leo rising: these people are like IT girl popular pretty & are amazing at engaging with groups of people which can be seen as really attractive to everyone around. They shine the most when they are entertaining others. These people can become really famous on tik tok or social media for their beauty. A lot of people with Leo risings are really into film and look amazing in front of a camera. They’re beauty and charisma makes them really attractive to others

Jupiter positively aspecting ascendant: these people have such a beautiful glow to them. Not a mysterious glow like Neptune on the ascendant but this enlightened joyous healthy glow. They just look like they take really good care of themselves internally and externally. This can make so many people want to be around them and hear their thoughts. This isn’t as much physical beauty (although a lot of the time these people look pretty good) it’s more they have a beautiful souls and they can uplift the mood just by walking in the room.

Planets in the 14th degree ( especially in big three or Venus) this is a Taurus degree and usually grants people with a beautiful appearance as well as a beautiful soul on the inside. These are the pretty girls who are also pretty on the inside as well (especially Moon and Venus). They have very well mannered and refined personalities. They have this amazing natural beauty about them they tend to look really good without a lot of makeup. They give forest nymph vibes.

Venus in 12th: they’re very ethereal looking and mysterious. These are usually people who are so attractive but doesn’t really give away much about themselves to others. This mysterious quality that draws a lot of people to them. They are a lot of people’s secret crush and people usually fantasize about them a lot.

Taurus moon: they have like amazingly soft features they’re really pleasant to look at. Usually have big doe/ Disney princess eyes. They have a very sensual look to them and move really gracefully. They usually have amazing fashion sense and love dressing up. They can make some of the most boring pieces look so expensive. They also all have amazingly clear skin like howwww

Uranus in 1st house: Gucci models energy. These people are so uniquely beautiful, they usually have something about themselves that stands out from those around them. I see in many cases they looked so unique that they were considered “ugly” as a kid but as they aged they grew into their features. A lot of supermodels have this placement.

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Mark Ronson featuring Bruno Mars - Uptown Funk 2014

"Uptown Funk" is a song by British record producer Mark Ronson featuring American singer Bruno Mars. It was released on 10 November 2014, as the lead single from Ronson's fourth studio album, Uptown Special (2015). "Uptown Funk" was written by Ronson, Mars, Jeff Bhasker, and Philip Lawrence; it was produced by the aforementioned first three. The song began during a freestyle studio session while they worked on a jam Mars and his band had been playing on tour. Copyright controversies arose after the song's release resulting in multiple lawsuits and amendments to its songwriting credits. The song is a funk-pop, soul, boogie, disco-pop, and Minneapolis sound track. It has a spirit akin to the 1980s-era funk music. Its lyrics address fashion, self-love and "traditional masculine bravado", performed in a sing-rapping style filled with metaphors, arrogance, charisma, and fun. Upon its release, the single received generally positive reviews from critics, who praised the instrumental, style and influences of the track. Others criticized it for not being innovative as it tried to emulate 1980s funk music.

"Uptown Funk" topped the charts of 19 countries and reached the top 10 of 15 others, making it the most successful single of Ronson and Mars to date. In the US, "Uptown Funk" topped the Billboard Hot 100 for 14 consecutive weeks and spent seven weeks on the top of the UK Singles Chart. It was certified 11 times platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) and six times platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI). The song spent 11 weeks in the number one position in France, 6 weeks as number one in Australia, and 9 consecutive weeks as number one in New Zealand. It also broke its own streaming record three times in the UK, while breaking the streaming record in the US and Worldwide at that time. As of January 2023, the official music video for "Uptown Funk" was the ninth most viewed Youtube video of all-time, having received over 5.2 billion views.

In 2015, the song won British Single of the Year at the Brit Awards, Best Pop at MelOn Music Awards and was one of the Top 10 Gold International Gold Songs at RTHK International Pop Poll Awards. The track also won BMI Pop Song of the Year at the BMI Awards, Song of the Year at Telehit Awards and Song of the Year at Soul Train Music Awards. In 2016, "Uptown Funk" received Grammy awards for Record of the Year and Best Pop Duo/Group Performance at the 58th Grammy Awards. It also won International Work of the Year at the APRA Music Awards, Best Collaboration at the iHeartRadio Music Awards, while it was nominated for Song of the Year. "Uptown Funk " was inducted to the 2017 edition of the Guinness World Records for achieving the most weeks at number one on Billboard's Digital Song Sales chart. In 2017, the track was one of the winners of Most Performed Songs at the ASCAP Pop Music Awards. "Uptown Funk" is the fifth biggest song of all-time to have charted on the Billboard Hot 100.

"Uptown Funk" received a total of 84,5% yes votes!

[zoe-oneesama]

About your Angel Layer au, what's Adrien backstory and relationship with characters like Chloe, Marinette, Nino, and his father? Why he hides his identity until becoming champion? And Adrien's father role in this story.

Also how can someone hide their identity while playing the game?

Like this!

(and since I'm still in Making Changes phase, add Marinette into this group).

Chapter 2 will be from Adrien's POV and will explain his backstory, but in summary, his parents Rich Kids Club has been remade into an International Angelic Layer Development Club. So that's Tomoe, Amelie, Emilie, Gabriel, Andre, and Aubrey all personally invested.

I don't know how familiar people are with the Angelic Layer anime in particular, but in it they gave the main character Misaki's mother a disability that actually was made *worse* by her pushing herself to play that game. So, I'm making it that Emilie's dedication to making the game better made her already deteriorating health worse.

Yep, Angelic Layer killed Adrien's mom (lol).

So naturally in Gabriel Agreste fashion he takes this super well...and bans the game from his home, locks up anything related to the game in the basement, cuts off all their friends and family for being involved in it's development, and forbids Adrien from ever touching the game.

That means he's childhood friends with both Chloe AND Kagami and Felix (which makes more sense to me), but that friendship was cut off around 9 years old. Chloe definitely tried to force her way in anyway but Adrien hasn't had real contact beyond VIPS events that Gabriel couldn't reasonably turn down.

As for Nino and Alya and Marinette, he'll meet them within the comic!

[duskidolsmut]

The Frenzy of the Celestial Dawn

Kazuha boards the luxury cruise ship Aurora Celestial, hoping to cement her fame among Asian industry VIPs. What begins as a glamorous opportunity quickly turns into an erotic nightmare when she is cornered by a group of powerful men led by Kang Dae-ho. Trapped in a mirrored room, Kazuha is subjected to a wild "show" of domination and pleasure, where her nymphomaniac personality emerges, transforming her from victim to active participant.

T: Gangbang, BDSM, Domination, Submission, Nymphomania, anal, urine and more Words: 5.911

It was on a sultry spring day that the LE SSERAFIM agency summoned the girls to an urgent meeting. The manager, a man in an impeccable suit and a calculated smile, announced a “special opportunity”: an invitation to a luxury cruise on the Aurora Celestial, a monumental ship known as the floating playground of the Asian elite. The event promised to bring together VIPs from the entertainment industry - producers, record label CEOs, broadcasters - all eager to meet the stars of the moment. For Kazuha, it was more than a trip: it was a chance to solidify her fame and open doors that would take her beyond K-pop, perhaps even into international cinema or fashion. She imagined sophisticated conversations in crystal halls, exchanging business cards and compliments on her impeccable performance.

The Aurora Celestial was a spectacle in itself. Anchored in the port of Busan, the ship rose like a palace over the water, its ten floors of opulence glistening in the sun. Glass towers reflected the sky and golden lights surrounded each deck, promising glamorous evenings. Kazuha boarded alongside her LE SSERAFIM colleagues, all excited at the prospect of a well-deserved rest after months of intense promotions. Dressed in an elegant ensemble of long skirt and silk blouse, Kazuha walked the catwalk with the poise of a queen, the salty sea wind playing with her hair.

The first night was a dream. The main hall, decorated with crystal chandeliers and marble walls, echoed with laughter and the clink of champagne glasses. Kazuha and LE SSERAFIM gave an incredible performance and the audience of men in suits and women covered in jewels applauded enthusiastically. She exchanged glances with a Japanese producer who promised to introduce her to a famous director and smiled at a Chinese tycoon who praised her “unique aura”. Everything seemed perfect - until the lights went out.

A sudden silence filled the hall, followed by the dry click of doors being locked. The LE SSERAFIM manager who had accompanied them disappeared without explanation. When the lights came back on, dimmer and tinged with red, Kazuha realized that the other girls had been separated from her, taken away by assistants with impassive faces. A tall man in a black suit with eyes as cold as steel approached. He introduced himself as Kang Dae-ho, the owner of a rival record label that had been trying to monopolize the K-pop market for years. With a smile that didn't reach his eyes, he held out his hand and said: “Kazuha, you're the highlight of the evening. We have something special planned for you.”

The invitation to a “private meeting” on the upper deck sounded like a promise of power, but Dae-ho's tone carried something viscous, something that made Kazuha's instincts scream. Still, driven by ambition and the belief that she could control the situation, she accepted. She climbed the marble stairs to a secluded suite, the sound of her heels echoing in the empty corridor. As she opened the door, the air changed. It wasn't just Dae-ho waiting for her, but a circle of men - faces she recognized from industry meetings, all with hungry looks and predatory smiles. The door closed behind her with a final slam, and Kazuha realized, too late, that the Aurora Celestial was not a stage for her rise, but a trap for her fall.

The suite at the top of the Aurora Celestial was a world apart, a sanctuary of twisted luxury. Kazuha was led down a narrow corridor into a circular room, its walls covered in mirrors that reflected every angle of her slender body. Golden chains hung from the ceiling like macabre ornaments, tinkling softly in the artificial breeze that circulated in the room. The sound of the ocean waves, which had once been a constant murmur, now seemed muffled, suffocated by low moans echoing from somewhere unseen - perhaps recordings, perhaps other victims. The air carried a sweet, intoxicating perfume, mixed with the metallic smell of the chains and the anticipatory sweat of the men around her.

Kang Dae-ho, the leader of the group, was in the center of the room, reclining in a black leather armchair that looked more like a throne. His eyes devoured her as she entered, the other men - five in all, each a figure of power in the industry - formed a semicircle behind him. Dae-ho was a middle-aged man, but with an imposing presence: gray hair combed back, impeccable suit open at the chest. He held a glass of red wine, swirling the liquid with long, deliberate fingers.

“Welcome, Kazuha,” he began, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade. “You're probably wondering why you're here. I'll be blunt: K-pop is a game of appearances, but the real power lies in the shadows. This cruise is our annual tradition - a place where the kings of the industry choose their muses and shape them as they wish. You, my dear, are tonight's prize.”

He stood up, walking slowly over to her, the sound of his shoes echoing on the marble floor. “Your group, LE SSERAFIM, has potential, but it depends on us to get to the top. That's the price. Today, you're going to entertain us - not with your voice or your dance moves, but with something more... primal. We're going to take off that perfect idol mask and reveal what's underneath. And if you play it right, your career will shine like never before.”

The other men laughed low, a guttural sound that made the hairs on the back of Kazuha's neck stand on end. One of them, a Japanese producer with an angular face, stepped forward, holding a folded cloth. Without ceremony, he opened it, revealing a costume that was a perversion of her LE SSERAFIM stage uniform: a very short skirt made of transparent fabric, a top that barely covered her breasts, adorned with golden chains that jingled with every movement. It was a garment designed to humiliate, to expose, but also to seduce.

“Put that on,” Dae-ho ordered, sitting back down with a satisfied smile. “I want to see you transform yourself into something more... accessible.”

Kazuha was silent for a moment, her eyes fixed on the costume. Her heart was beating fast, a mixture of fear and anger pulsing through her veins. But then something changed. A dangerous glint appeared in her eyes, and a slow, almost feline smile curved her lips. She took the costume from the producer's hands, her fingers brushing against his deliberately, and began to undress right there, without hesitation. The silk blouse fell to the floor, followed by the long skirt, revealing the black lingerie she wore underneath - a stark contrast to the angelic image she sold to the public.

“Do you think you can mold me?” she said, her voice low and hoarse, as she put on her new outfit. The chains jingled against her skin, and she spun her body with the grace of a ballerina, letting the men watch every curve. “Maybe I'm already more than you realize. Maybe I like it that way.”

Dae-ho raised an eyebrow in surprise as the others exchanged uncertain glances. Kazuha walked to the center of the room, the ceiling chains brushing against her shoulders, and leaned forward slightly, her gaze fixed on the leader. “You want a show? Then tell me how it starts. I'm not just a victim - I know how to play this game better than you think.”

It was partly a bluff, an attempt to take control, but there was truth in it. Kazuha has always had a hidden side, a hunger that ballet and K-pop have never satisfied. Behind the scenes of her idol life, she fantasized about the forbidden, the loss of control, the ecstasy that came from surrendering to chaos. Now, cornered, that nymphomaniac side emerged like a weapon. She took a step forward, her hips undulating subtly, and whispered: “Who's going to be the first to teach me how to be... accessible?”

The room fell silent for a moment, the men caught off guard by the change in tone. Dae-ho laughed, a deep, satisfied sound, clapping his hands slowly. “Well, well, she's got claws... and an appetite. Let's see how far that gets you, Kazuha. The show's yours - for now.”

The air in the mirrored room seemed denser now, charged with an electricity that made Kazuha's hair stand on end. Kang Dae-ho leaned forward in his armchair, his eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and delight as he watched the idol's transformation. The semi-circle of men around him stirred, their heavy breaths echoing in the enclosed space, mingling with the clinking of the golden chains that hung above. The perverted costume Kazuha wore - the transparent top that barely contained her breasts, the short skirt that revealed the curve of her thighs, the chains that caressed her skin with every movement - seemed less an imposition now and more an extension of her own desire. Sweat was already beginning to glisten on her collarbone, and the mirrors captured the way her body subtly trembled, not from fear, but from raw anticipation.

She took a step forward, the sound of her heels against the marble cutting through the silence like a hypnotic drumbeat. “You want a show,” she repeated, her voice low and mellifluous, laden with a provocation that made the men stir uneasily. “Then show me how it starts. I didn't come here to be just a doll - I want to feel.” Her eyes sparkled, and she licked her lips slowly, a gesture that made the Japanese producer swallow dry and the tattooed Korean adjust his pants with a low grunt.

Dae-ho laughed again, but there was a tone of raw excitement in his voice now. “You're a hungry slut, aren't you? All right, we'll fill you up until you beg.” He gestured with his hand, and two of the men stepped forward - the Japanese producer, slim but with quick snake-like fingers, and the burly Korean, whose dragon tattoos ran up his neck and were lost under his ajar shirt. They grabbed her by the arms, not violently, but with a firmness that sent a shiver down her spine. Kazuha didn't resist; instead, she tilted her head back, letting her hair fall like a curtain, exposing her long, pale neck. “Is that all?” she whispered, her lips parted in a defiant smile. “I thought you were real men.”

The Japanese producer snorted, irritated by the provocation, and grabbed one of the golden chains from the ceiling, pulling it tightly around her wrists. He tied her loosely, her arms raised above her head, her body exposed like a living canvas in the mirrors. “You'll swallow those words, you arrogant little bitch,” he growled, his voice laden with a cutting accent as his hands slid under her transparent top, his fingers finding her already hard nipples. He squeezed them hard, twisting them between his thumb and forefinger, and Kazuha let out a loud moan, her hips writhing against the air. “Yes, moan for me,” he said, his eyes shining with sadism. “I want to hear that sound again.”

Meanwhile, the Korean knelt in front of her, his large, calloused hands running up her soft thighs, his thumbs sinking into her flesh until they left red marks. He spread her legs with a rough jerk, her skirt riding up to reveal the soaked black lingerie that barely covered her. “Look at that wet pussy,” he grunted, his deep tone reverberating in the room. ”You're dripping, you slut. I bet you're already imagining all of us fucking you at the same time.” He rubbed his fingers over the fabric, pressing hard enough to make Kazuha arch her back and let out a ragged sigh, the chains clinking above her.

Dae-ho stood up at last, the king on his throne now ready to claim his prize. He walked over to her, stopping a few centimeters away, the warmth of his body mingling with hers. His eyes traveled up and down her body, lingering on her breasts that rose and fell with quickened breathing, on her spread legs, on the way she vibrated under the touch of others. He reached out and took a firm hold of her chin, forcing her to face him. “You like that, don't you? Being wanted like this, being touched by all of us. We're going to push you to the limit, Kazuha - and then beyond.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending a shock down her spine. “I want to hear you scream my name as I tear you in half.”

Kazuha laughed, a low, guttural sound that echoed in the room, her eyes sparking with a desire that wasn't feigned. “Then tear it, Dae-ho,” she retorted, pulling the chains above her head until the metal bit into her wrists, the cold contrasting with the heat burning between her legs. “But it doesn't stop there. I want you all to fuck me until I can't stand it. Let's see who breaks first.” She threw her head back, offering her neck, and Dae-ho couldn't resist - his teeth sank into the soft skin, leaving a red mark as he sucked hard, eliciting another moan from her.

The Japanese producer, still behind her, pulled her top aside, completely exposing her breasts to the mirrors. “These breasts are perfect for squeezing,” he murmured, his hands covering them and squeezing with a pressure that made her shudder. “I bet you want a cock right here in the middle of them, don't you, you bitch?” He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, each touch sending waves of pleasure that made her knees go weak.

The Korean, in turn, tore at her lingerie with a savage yank, the sound of the fabric ripping echoing in the room. “Look at that hungry pussy,” he said, his thick fingers sliding between her soaked lips, unceremoniously opening her up. “It's all wet for us. Do you want me to tongue fuck you first or do you already want to feel my cock stretching you?” He pressed one finger inside her, then two, pumping slowly while Kazuha moaned loudly, her hips thrusting against his hand. “Speak up, you slut, what do you want?”

“I want everything,” she replied, her voice hoarse with arousal, her eyes squinted as she stared at Dae-ho. “His tongue, his fingers, someone's cock - give it all to me at once. I'm not one to settle for little.” She licked her lips again, her teeth biting into the bottom one as the other three men approached, their pants already open, their belts falling to the floor with a metallic clang.

One of them, a Chinese man with a slicked-back hairdo and a crooked smile, grabbed one of the loose chains and wrapped it around her neck like a makeshift necklace, pulling back until she gagged slightly. "You're going to choke on more than this, girl," he said, his voice full of dirty promises as his free hand slid to his already hard cock, rubbing it against her thigh. "Open your mouth for me, let's see how much you can take." 

Another, a dark-skinned Thai man with hungry eyes, stood nearby, his hands exploring her breasts through the chains. "Those little titties are going to be red when I'm done with them," he murmured, tugging on the chains to rub the cool metal against her sensitive nipples. "I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll feel it in your throat." 

Kazuha was at the center of a whirlwind of touches, breaths, and obscene dialogue that set her on fire. Her moans mingled with their grunts, the mirrors reflecting a scene of sensual chaos: legs entwined, hands that squeezed and pulled, mouths that left red marks on her skin. She pulled at the chains, not to free herself, but to feel more, to give in to the frenzy that fueled the fire that had always burned inside her. “Harder,” she demanded, her voice broken by gasps. “Make me come until I can’t remember my own name.”

The first man, the angular-faced Japanese producer, grabbed Kazuha by the hair with one firm hand, his fingers tangling in the damp strands as he unbuttoned his pants with the other. The sound of the zipper echoed like a harbinger, and then his cock sprang out, hard and throbbing, his skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. He wasted no time—he yanked her head forward with a grunt, thrusting deep into her mouth without warning. The salty, bitter taste of him flooded her tongue, mixed with the sweat dripping from his groin, and the thick tip of his cock hit the back of her throat, making her gag violently. 

Kazuha writhed, her arms still bound by the golden chains above, the cold metal biting into her wrists as she fought the urge to vomit. Her eyes watered, but there was a savage glint in them, an arousal that pulsed stronger with each rough thrust of his. “Swallow it all, you little whore,” the Japanese man growled, his hips slamming into her face hard, the wet sound of her throat being invaded filling the room. Drool dripped from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto the marble floor, but she didn’t pull back—instead, she forced her tongue against him, sucking with a voracity that made him groan loudly. 

Suddenly, he twisted her head to the side, ripping her off his cock with a wet pop. Kazuha gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but she didn't have time to recover. The tattooed Korean, with a feral grin, was already ready, his cock thick and heavy in his hand. He grabbed her face with calloused fingers and thrust into her mouth with one wild thrust, the muscles in his abdomen contracting as he began to fuck her throat. "Suck it deeper, you slut," he growled, his voice husky with lust. "I want to feel that tight throat swallowing me whole." The feeling of all the other men's hungry eyes on her naked, exposed, vulnerable body as she gagged and drooled on his cock sent a wave of heat straight to her pussy. She could feel the liquid running down between her thighs, her arousal dripping onto the floor as they took turns passing her from one to the other like a toy. 

The other men gathered around her, a circle of hungry predators, their heavy breathing mingling with the sound of her muffled moans. Sweat beaded on her skin, running down her back and mixing with the drool dripping from her chin and the tears staining her face. Her arousal was palpable, a glistening puddle collecting on the marble beneath her, and the musky scent of her desire filled the air, further arousing the men. “Look at this bitch in heat,” the Chinese man with the combed hair said, laughing as he rubbed his cock against her thigh. “She’s wetting the floor just by sucking.”

Without warning, they ripped her from her chains, her wrists marked red, and threw her on all fours on the cold floor. Multiple hands began to spank and slap, the sound of flesh on flesh echoing like an obscene symphony. The dark-skinned Thai man slapped her ass hard, his palm leaving a red mark that burned deliciously, before he rubbed the hot flesh with his fingers. He slid his hand between her thighs, his fingers dipping into her soaking wet cunt, and laughed out loud. “That pussy is so fucking wet!” he exclaimed, raising his hand to show the others, his fingers glistening with her juices. “That bitch is begging to be fucked.”

Sangwoo, the tattooed Korean, leaned over her, pulling Kazuha’s face toward him as he rubbed his hard cock against her cheek. “Cussy or ass?” he asked, his voice thick. Seeing the confusion in her eyes, he laughed and repeated louder: “Do you want it in your pussy or your ass, you dumb bitch?” He slapped her face lightly, just to reinforce his question. 

Kazuha licked her lips, the taste of saliva and sweat still fresh, and glared at him defiantly, even on her knees. “Just my pussy, for now,” she replied, her voice husky but firm, a crooked smile curving her lips. “I want to feel you tear me up there first.” 

Sangwoo growled, satisfied, and slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing as the flesh trembled beneath his hand. “Good bitch,” he said, his eyes shining with a mixture of cruelty and desire. "I'm going to fuck you so deep you'll feel my cock in your womb." He positioned himself behind her, his hands gripping her hips tightly, his nails digging into her skin as he lined his cock up to her slippery entrance. "Spread those legs wider, you whore," he ordered, giving her another slap before thrusting hard, burying himself deep in a single movement that made Kazuha scream, a sound that was half pain, half ecstasy.

The Japanese man, not wanting to be left out, grabbed her hair again, pulling her head up. "Open that mouth again," he said, rubbing his still-hard cock against her lips. "You're going to suck me while he fucks you. I want to see that slutty face crying into my cock." He forced his way in, his hips slamming against her face as Sangwoo sped up behind her, each thrust making her body rock and the chains on her costume jingle in a frenetic rhythm.

The Chinese man knelt beside her, his hands squeezing her breasts tightly, his thumbs rubbing her nipples until they were red. "Those tits are mine now," he murmured, sucking one of them with a wet suction that left Kazuha moaning around the cock in her mouth. "I'm going to cum on them after I watch you scream." 

The Thai man, still rubbing her ass, stuck two fingers into her tight entrance as Sangwoo fucked her, stretching her even further. "You're enjoying this, huh, you dirty bitch?" he teased, his fingers pumping in a different rhythm. "I bet you want all of us at once, filling every hole until you pass out." 

Kazuha could barely respond, her mouth full, her throat being invaded, her pussy throbbing around Sangwoo as the others touched and marked her. Sweat dripped down her forehead, mixing with her tears and drool, and her arousal dripped onto the floor, a testament to her insatiable desire. She pulled against the hands that held her, not to escape, but to feel more, to lose herself in that chaos of pleasure and pain. "More," she managed to mumble between gasps, her eyes half-closed staring at Dae-ho, who watched everything with a satisfied smile. "Make me cum, you sons of bitches." 

Dae-ho laughed, the deep sound cutting through the air. "You heard the bitch," he told the others, slowly unbuttoning his own pants. "Give her what she wants. Let's see how long this whore can take before she begs for me." 

Suddenly, Kazuha felt a searing pain tear through her ass as Sangwoo forced his thick cock inside her, ignoring her earlier request for "just her pussy." Her tight asshole resisted for a moment before giving in, and she cried out, her voice echoing in the mirrored room, a hoarse sound of pain mixed with a visceral pleasure she couldn’t contain. Before she could recover, Takeshi, the angular-faced Japanese producer, had grabbed her hair tightly and shoved his hard cock into her mouth, thrusting until her nose bumped against his groin, the musky scent of sweat and sex filling her nostrils. She gagged, her throat tightening around him, her eyes watering as he began to fuck her mouth with rough thrusts. “Suck it properly, you slut,” Takeshi growled, pulling her hair harder. “I want to feel that tongue working.”

Sangwoo, behind her, picked up the pace, his cock stretching Kazuha’s asshole painfully as he pounded her ass hard, his large hands leaving red marks on her pale skin. “Fuck, that’s such a tight ass,” he groaned, sweat running down his tattooed chest and dripping onto her back. Each thrust sent her body rocking, her breasts bouncing beneath her torn costume, her chains clanking in an obscene chorus. Takeshi gripped a fistful of her hair, his hips slamming into her face, salty pre-cum dripping onto her tongue as he thrust deeper. Kazuha went wild with pleasure, the heat between her legs growing despite the pain, arousal dripping down her thighs and staining the floor.

His grip on her hair tightened, and with one last savage thrust, Takeshi held her head against the base of his cock, his cock pulsing as he filled her mouth with hot, sticky cum. "Swallow it, you bitch," he ordered, his voice sharp, his eyes shining with satisfaction. Kazuha swallowed it all in one go, the bitter taste going down her throat as she gasped, drool and tears streaming down her chin. Sangwoo, still fucking her ass hard, grabbed her hair as soon as Takeshi released her, pulling her head back and exposing her neck as his hands gripped her waist tightly. She struggled to catch her breath, a scream escaping her lips—but Boonsong, the dark-skinned Thai, was quick, filling her mouth with his thick cock again, silencing her as he began to fuck her throat like it was a pussy. 

“Choke on that cock, you little slut,” Boonsong growled, his fingers digging into her scalp as he thrust hard, the taste of sweat mixed with Takeshi’s cum flooding his tongue. Sangwoo’s thrusts behind her became more erratic, his moans louder, his cock throbbing as he came, the heat of his cum filling her asshole in hot spurts. He held his cock there for a moment, panting heavily, before pulling out with a wet sound. “Fuck, that’s one tight little ass,” Sangwoo said, catching his breath, giving her ass one last slap as his cum slowly began to leak between her cheeks, running down her thighs. 

Boonsong pulled his cock from Kazuha’s mouth and, in one rough motion, rolled her onto her back on the cold marble floor. She was shocked by the sticky sensation of his cum dripping from her, but her eyes were bright with insatiable desire. “Who’s next?” she teased, her voice husky and defiant, her lips swollen and red. “Come on, you sons of bitches, fill me up again.” 

Jin, the Chinese man with the combed hair, laughed loudly and grabbed her from the floor, his hands firmly on her hips as he slammed his hard cock into her pussy in one motion. “Holy shit, this fucking meat is wet!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with lust as he felt her muscles clench around him. A long moan escaped Kazuha’s lips, pleasure exploding through her body as he began to thrust hard. Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, her heels digging into his back. “Fuck me harder,” she demanded, her eyes half-lidded, sweat dripping down her neck. 

“I’ll take her ass,” Tae said, a man with tanned skin and defined muscles, positioning himself behind her. He thrust his cock into her already cum-filled asshole, sliding in easily thanks to Sangwoo’s warm liquid, and Kazuha moaned loudly, the sound reverberating off the mirrors. “Fuck, it’s slippery in here,” Tae laughed, his hands gripping the flesh of her ass as he began to thrust at a savage pace. Both men fucked her fast, Jin in her pussy and Tae in her ass, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her, their bodies colliding with hers in a sweaty frenzy. 

Kazuha could feel the sweat of the men she was trapped between, their hot breath against her skin, the weight of being so full pushing her over the edge. Suddenly, an orgasm ripped through her, the muscles of her pussy and ass contracting around the cocks inside her, amplifying each thrust. She tightened her legs around Jin and shuddered, crying out as the waves of pleasure washed over her, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck, that's it!" escaped her lips, her voice cracking with ecstasy. The men, driven mad by her moans, fucked her harder, Tae's fingers digging into her hips as Jin's thrusts became erratic. 

Boonsong, who had been watching with his cock in his hand, moved closer again, but it was Jin who came first, his cock throbbing as he filled her pussy with hot cum. "Oh, shit," Kazuha moaned, losing herself completely in the pleasure, her eyes rolling back as Tae pulled his cock from her ass, cum dripping in a chaotic mix. Jin sped up, thrusting faster as he came, the pulsing of his cock and the sensation of the hot liquid pushing Kazuha into another orgasm. She cried out loud, her muscles contracting again, her body arching against the floor as pleasure overtook her. 

Jin lifted her off his cock and set her down on the floor, cum leaking from her pussy and ass in a sticky puddle. Kazuha panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but before she could regain her composure, Kang Dae-ho, the leader, grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees. He prodded her mouth with his hard cock, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. “Open wide, you thirsty slut,” he snapped, his voice thick with authority and lust.

Without thinking, Kazuha opened her mouth, her eyes fixed on his, defiant even after everything. Dae-ho held the tip of his cock between her lower lip and, instead of cumming, he urinated, the warm, salty stream hitting her tongue. The bitter, strong taste filled her mouth, but she kept her lips open, swallowing it all as he watched her with a cruel smile. "Drink it, you filthy whore," he ordered, the stream running down her chin and dripping onto her exposed breasts. Kazuha swallowed, her body shaking with a mixture of humiliation and arousal, her gaze still defiant as Dae-ho laughed, satisfied.

"That's my girl," he said, slapping her lightly across the face.

The air in the mirrored room was heavy, saturated with the smell of sweat, cum, and urine, a visceral mix that enveloped Kazuha like a second skin. Kang Dae-ho, the leader, stepped back after marking her with his hot spurt, his still-hard cock swinging before her as he laughed, his eyes shining with sadistic delight. Kazuha, on her knees, panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body covered in red marks, scratches, and fluids running down her pale skin. Sangwoo, Jin, and Tae's sperm slowly leaked from her ass and pussy, dripping onto the marble floor in a glistening puddle, while the bitter taste of Dae-ho's urine still lingered on her tongue. She trembled, not from weakness, but from an ecstasy that consumed her completely.

"Now, who wants the next round with this insatiable slut?" Dae-ho asked, his sharp voice echoing in the room, an invitation that made the other men stir, their cocks already hardening again despite their fatigue. Takeshi, the Japanese man with the angular face, stepped forward, rubbing his cock with one hand while the other still held a fistful of her black hair. "I want that mouth again," he said, his tone full of cruelty. "Let's see if she can last another round without passing out." Boonsong, the Thai man, chuckled from beside her, already positioning himself behind her. "I'll take that ass again—it's all sticky, perfect for me." 

But before they could move forward, Kazuha looked up, her brown eyes sparkling with a mixture of exhaustion and fire. "Do you think you're done with me?" she whispered, her voice hoarse but firm, a crooked smile curving her swollen lips. "I told you I can take it all—so come on, you sons of bitches. Break me if you can." She opened her mouth provocatively and rocked her hips slightly, the movement making the cum flow faster, an obscene invitation that made the men groan with lust. 

Dae-ho laughed loudly, throwing his head back before grabbing her chin, forcing her to face him. “You’re a perfect whore, Kazuha,” he said, his fingers digging into her skin. “But the show ends when I say it ends.” He turned to the others, his commanding tone cutting through the air. “All at once—let’s fill her until she begs us to stop.” It was the final command, the climax of the night, and the men obeyed like hungry predators.

Takeshi thrust his cock into her mouth again, his hips slamming hard as Boonsong took her ass, sliding easily into her already slippery hole. Jin went back to her pussy, his hands gripping her thighs to spread them even wider, while Tae and Sangwoo took turns rubbing their cocks over her breasts and legs, marking her with more precum and sweat. Kazuha moaned loudly, her sounds muffled by Takeshi's cock, her body rocking between them like a broken doll, but her eyes—those eyes—gleamed with a madness that dared them to go deeper, harder.

The thrusts were an uncoordinated chaos, each man seeking his own pleasure as they used her. Sweat ran down in rivers, mixing with the cum that was already covering the floor, and their moans mingled with her screams, a wild chorus that reverberated in the mirrors. She felt another orgasm approaching, her muscles contracting around Jin and Boonsong, her body shaking as the pleasure tore through her once more. "Fuck, fill me!" she gasped, her words barely intelligible, and the men obeyed. One by one, they came, Takeshi filling her mouth, Boonsong and Jin pulsing inside her, Tae and Sangwoo marking her skin with hot jets that dripped onto her chest and belly.

When the last of them finished, Kazuha collapsed to the floor, her body exhausted, her breathing ragged, the marble floor now a mirror of her destruction—covered in cum, urine, and sweat. Dae-ho came closer, the only one who hadn’t come yet, and knelt beside her. He rubbed his hard cock against her face, smearing her with his pre-cum before standing up and, with one last gesture of dominance, cumming all over her, the hot jets hitting her face and hair. “That’s what you are now,” he said, his voice low and satisfied. “Our perfect toy.”

Kazuha didn’t respond, her eyes closed, her body still except for the slow rise and fall of her chest. The men pulled away, panting, laughing among themselves as they adjusted their clothes, the sound of zippers and belts filling the silence that followed the frenzy. The Celestial Dawn continued its journey through the dark waters, the sound of the waves becoming audible again now that the chaos had ceased.

But then, when Dae-ho turned his back, thinking he had broken her, Kazuha’s eyes opened. A slow, almost imperceptible smile curved her lips. She was exhausted, scarred, used—but not broken. In her mind, a flame burned, a silent promise: she had survived this night, and with every touch, every humiliation, she had learned something about power. They thought they owned her, but she knew she had manipulated them with her desire, weaponizing submission.

The cruise ship would pull into port at dawn, and Kazuha would step off that ship a different person—no longer just an idol, but a force no one could tame. The video they had recorded, hidden in the cameras in the room, would be her insurance, her trump card for the future. They had fucked her to the limit, but she would fuck them back—in the shadows, where the real game began.

[ebitenoisii]

Wedding Planner x Divorce Lawyer AU, more plot underneath :)

inSPIRE Law

A suspicious law firm that seems to specialize in divorce proceedings. There are rumors that it used to be one of the best law firms in Crispia, run by a genius valedictorian of its finest law schools, but… do you really trust this place?

Candy Apple Cookie

A sweet 11-and-a-half-year-old (the half is important) who hangs around the firm in the afternoon.

She’s Shadow Milk’s daughter, but he can’t afford childcare, so he takes her to work. She works on her homework and tests her pranks on Mr. Sapphire.

Although she can be impulsive, she deeply cares about Mr. Sapphire and her Papa.

Black Sapphire Cookie

A strange intern from an unknown law school who really really needed shadowing experience.

He constantly breaks confidentiality law by reading files he’s not supposed to read, but… he’s the only one in charge of the files anyway.

He gets annoyed at Candy Apple’s antics, but sticks around since he likes the job.

It appears he’s trying to get a podcast project started, but exclusively talks about Twitter drama with no receipts.

Shadow Milk Cookie

Previously an esteemed lawyer, but something happened around 12 years ago, so now he’s a divorce lawyer.

His favorite thing is the messy couples who come in to litigate their belongings among each other.

It appears he has a less-than-ideal personal history with romance.

Purely Sweet Weddings

A beautiful wedding planner group that focuses on creating everyone’s happily ever after. It’s mainly spearheaded by Pure Vanilla Cookie, but he seeks the help of his beloved friends for his projects as well. They’ve had a flawless list of reviews - well, except for this newest situation…

Pure Vanilla Cookie

A kind, gentle, and compassionate wedding planner. He specializes in events that make use of indoor venues, such as cathedrals.

His favorite thing about the job is meeting passionate couples who are ready to make their dream weddings come true.

He tends to overwork himself, but has a hard rule of only working on one client as a time.

Despite his career as a successful wedding planner, it seems his luck with romance isn’t so great.

White Lily Cookie

A florist who specializes in funeral arrangements. She kind of has an ominous air about her.

Despite her funeral speciality, PV enjoys her arrangements for wedding events.

She and Pure Vanilla were highschool lovebirds who somehow didn’t quite work out…

Hollyberry Cookie

The caterer and baker for Purely Sweet Weddings. She’s got an army of chefs ready to roll!

She’s very passionate about her job, and her lax attitude makes her popular. But don’t underestimate her - she’s serious about deadlines!

She’s not actually the one who decorates cakes. Wildberry Cookie is in charge of that.

Golden Cheese Cookie

She’s in charge of budgeting and finance, but it seems she tries to get clients to spend more rather than less.

Golden Cheese has a great eye for fashion, and is confident with everything she does. However, she can bite off more than she can chew.

Despite goading customers to spend more, she doesn’t actually get paid in commission. She just likes doing it.

Dark Cacao Cookie

I love him but idk what he’s gonna do yet. For now he’ll be the bus driver or something.

[justinspoliticalcorner]

John Pavlovitz at The Beautiful Mess:

Yesterday, Vice President Kamala Harris announced that Minnesota Governor Tim Walz would be her running mate in the coming presidential campaign.

The decision was met with effusive praise from both Blue voters, as well as a disparate group of politicians and commentators. Walz’ effortless warmth, his heart-on-sleeve demeanor, and his undeniable joy for life, which have been apparent for a long time in his home state—have suddenly become a national story. In a matter of hours, millions of people fell in love with the Governor, sharing videos of he and his daughter on thrill rides at the State Fair, and photos of him being joyfully embraced by a group of school children and cheerfully holding a tiny, sleeping piglet. And in the wake of the announcement and of his and Kamala' Harris’ electrifying appearance in Philadelphia at their first rally, the “Christian” MAGA Right rolled out a telling reply that they surely imagined was a real zinger: They created the hashtag #TamponTimmy. Really. That’s where they went. That’s all they got. Not only does this desperate response underscore the reality that Republican voters have nothing left but sophomoric name-calling in an effort to emulate their emotionally-stunted orange messiah in the absence of substantive critique, but it reveals how hateful toward women and how threatened by non-toxic masculinity they are.

MAGAs don’t see how much they expose themselves by using a female medical product as a slur, the way it reveals their complete contempt for women and their agendas toward them. They are so intimidated by a man this confident in who he is and so endowed with natural humility, that they have to attack these things as if they’re some sort of character flaws. Emotional maturity is a red flag for them.

[...] They are fully fed up with Trump and his surrogate’s contrived John Wayne dudebro American tough guy cosplay, and they are ready to embrace a better kind of manhood: one that doesn’t need to prove how tough it is, doesn’t have to be the center of attention, and most of all, is not concerned about showing its deep humanity because it revels in it. Tens of million of boys and young men of this nation have been irreparably harmed by the sexist dehumanization of Trump and the MAGA movement, which have been reinforced by Dark Ages theology, culture war politics, inherited/internalized misogyny, and good ol’ fashioned fragile masculinity. This nation is ready to embrace a masculinity embodied in Tim Walz and Doug Emhoff: one that does no harm, one that gladly defers to a strong, capable, talented woman, and one that makes all of us better.

John Pavlovitz nails it. The masculinity of Tim Walz is what’s needed for America, instead of the kind of masculinity the likes of Donald Trump, Andrew Tate, and Elon Musk push.