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sleepynegress · 5 years ago

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WATCHMEN thoughts from a black woman fan...

Thought I’d do a quick rundown on all the eps so far, because this show has so much to chew on...

And TBH, I am starved for a perspective that isn’t a smug white dude yelling “I CALLED IT!!” (yeah, fool that’s what good storytelling does *purposely* lay out crumbs on the path!) or “ugh, too lib.” The fact that we have this wonderful internet or a mass forum, means we lose the organic first watch experience that I remember from back in the day. So, too many try to outsmart shows by cheating and then smugly pat themselves on the back for “getting it”. I’m saying, the point isn’t the twist or the gotcha. The point is good storytelling, which this show does ably. So relax. You don’t get a cookie for “calling it” and you won’t get lambasted as stupid for not seeing it. Just. Enjoy. The show. ANYWAY... You know I gotta put it beneath a cut and bullet it because my scatter-brain lays out things easier that way....

First LINDELOF?! I mean LOST was okay and now I feel like I need to make a beeline to The Leftovers, because acting, writing, visuals, plot, food for the brain... All. here. in a genre (which you know is my favorite) package.

I picked up a copy of WATCHMEN on a whim waaay back in 2006 (?) in a dusty used book store I used to frequent to just chill in my corner and read a stack. And I remember having the exact same feeling reading it then *galaxy brain food entertainment goodness* as I’m having with this show...but sadly didn’t have with the movie. The fact that people came away stanning the “heroes”? Was a symptom of how wrong Snyder got it.

So, setting up this series sequel as a different type of hero deconstruction, using blackness, especially given how fandom swerves to ignore all the story cues to stan a white villain...is a BRILLIANT way to make certain the show keeps the essence of what WATCHMEN is about. Basically, Lindelof used blackness and race as his own Trieu empathy bomb for what WATCHMEN is actually about. It’s harder to stan Rorschach as a symbol for white supremacy

....I’m saying... white men ain’t supposed to be good at this... Hey, IDK maybe being Jewish helps...wow. he actually is handling the all the layers of black experience allegory and ancestral memory/trauma *soooo* damn well.

*whew!* So Yahya, is this gorgeous, amazingly smart black actor who is picking some interesting projects!! He’s like MBJ, w/o the anime hotep taint, in terms of projects he’s picking. LOVED this reveal.

Someone posted that they wanted that whole centuries of longing love cliche with a black woman centered... *whelp* How about one better, where time don’t even exist??

It must be re-iterated that the work and thought put into all the easter eggs of connections is just so much hand-rubbingly, awesome, world-building and minutiae food for fans... and most especially and uniquely... “empathy” in the black experience... such as...

the existence of an actual 70′s blaxploitation movie called, and I shit you not: Abar, the First Black Superman

Her husband being Cal (as in Kal -El)

Laurie always thinking Cal is fine, because her subconscious knew!

Her blue dildo being from a company called Excalibur, --Ex. Cal Abar

Cal’s very straight conversation about atheism with the kids

Cal’s eternal calm

the much more resonant imbued meaning in Hooded Justice’s costume now that he’s actually black

the fact that this show went there, when it comes to specifically, white gays and a twist on that Paul Mooney quote “Everybody wanna be [in with] a nigga but don’t nobody wanna be a nigga.”

the latest with... intra-racial dynamics with non-white people, whiteness and assimilation being touched on with that flash of nostalgia-hazed memory of Angela seeing Will being bagged at the same moment as the bomber who killed her parents... which I think foreshadows both the common cause and complicated morality of Trieu’s ultimate cooperative plan with Will Reeves.

REALLY all of the nostalgia flashes have meaning...they are all narrative underlines for character motives and hints of what is to come.

UM!!! That elephant is such spot-on symbolism because the real Lady Trieu was said to have ridden a white one, and because all the things they say about elephants and memory are true... 10 pound brains, people (but I did not like seeing an elephant in that state)

Okay... so back to the show: Looking Glass remains the most trustworthy of the whites on the show IMO. Remember, he joined AFTER the White Night. And he has infiltrated the Kalvary, because one of the masks was missing... And purely because “I would like to see it” (.gif) I really hope they provide a full recount of how he dispatched the Kalvary in his bunker.

Laurie is my girl, with all her elder cynicism and remaining longing for her cosmic fuckboy...(and she should NOT be underestimated I KNOW she has a plan) but I think her feelings for the Dr. may cause a stumble or two (maybe that’s why she was slow getting up off the couch)

Angela remains a Regina King whose character has subverted the whole SBW thing by actually have a fully realized character beyond it (love, children, a damn life!) . HELL, we didn’t even *see it* fully until this last ep but yeah...man... she is the dream and nightmare of her grandfather.

I still really want to know what the adopted kids backgrounds are... I feel like of all the theories online...Everyone has forgotten them and given the heavy theme around fertility, cloning, reproduction, memory as empathy AND her son saying to Angela in the first damn ep. (I hit him because you wanted to hit him) etc... I think there may be more *there*-there. Okay... I’ve written enough for now... So, I’m just gonna call his a placeholder for any thoughts I may have forgotten, because I could do this all day. I’ll add/edit later as I need to. That said, it bugs me so much that this fandom isn’t thriving as much as other lesser shows featuring black women. Pleease get onboard with this show!!

I both liked and had complicated feelings about the dynamic between child Angela and Officer Jen (can’t wait to learn more about her) because what she saw in the girl, was the pain redirected into resilience and indifference to the violent end of the perpetrator, w/o a trial(!) mind you... which adds up to potential to be a good cop...*mmhmm*

Adrian Veidt is the least interesting aspect of the show for me, albeit weird and funny (I missed our boy Scar, in Jeremy Irons) his prison is surreal and imaginative and Tom and Sarah are both doing great jobs playing the dim imprints of empty-until-filled clones

Most think HE is Trieu’s father and I have to say what her mother-daughter said to Angela gives credence to that. I could see her having the same kind of conversation with Veidt and coming to a conversational space with Veidt’s plan for humanity. Also “D” is the first letter in “daughter”

#watchmen #meta #rambling #yes theorizing is part of the fun #but it more fun as a conversation #vs. a race #I'm saying I wish I knew someone as into it as I am #my askbox is open #I wanna talk about this show!!

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jungkookienoona · 8 years ago

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Breaking and Entering (M)

Recommended Song: Rumour by K.A.R.D

Summary:

After you get sent a text that clearly wasn’t meant for you, you end up breaking into someone’s house looking for answers.

Genre: 70% Smut, 30% Crack

Pairing: Officer!Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing, Graphic smut, kinda Dom/Sub, dirty talk. Filth.

Word Count: 5256

You weren’t surprised you woke up to an empty bed, your fiancé, Seojun’s side had already turned cold. What surprised you was the time of day and what woke you up. It was 1 am and you had been awoken by the sound of your text notification, Seojun’s number being the only one that can contact you while your phone was on ‘Do Not Disturb’ mode. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes and unlocked your phone to view the message.

‘Chaewon, I just arrived at the airport. I can’t wait to see you my little love muffin. We’ll spend the week celebrating your pregnancy! And don’t worry, I plan to call off my marriage when I get back from my ‘business trip’ xxx’

A sense of apathy filled you. You had been suspecting this turn of events for some time now thanks to his far too often out of town ‘business’ trips. Trips that had him smelling of another woman’s perfume. You would’ve left him sooner but you had no concrete proof. And yet though you felt nothing over his betrayal, you couldn’t help but ask yourself why. Why did he cheat on you? Were you not enough? Was it because you were happy with your career as a teacher? An irrational thought came to mind. Clearly, this woman was out of town, her house would be unguarded. Maybe the answers to your questions lied there.

You had remembered him mention the name Chaewon before. Something about her being a colleague that worked on a project with him about six months back. What was her family name again? Oh! That’s it! Kim! Kim Chaewon! A quick check of his CyWorld account (his passwords were too easy to hack) and you had located Chaewon’s address from a previous conversation they had. Fucking idiots. Without further delay, you hopped out of bed, got dressed and got in your car. That bitch’s house was only a 10-minute drive from your own.

You decided to park around the corner as not to look suspicious… and there was also free parking there. Having never broken into a house before you could say you were more than a little nervous. But there was a first time for everything. You just hoped to God you didn’t get caught otherwise that would be your career over. Making sure to be as quiet as possible at the late hour you crept over to the impressive looking house. How the fuck could she afford that?! You found yourself internally chanting ‘Please don’t be alarmed.’ That was until you spotted an open window.

What luck! And it was open just wide enough for you to wiggle through! It was slightly higher up than you had originally judged it to be, you were bouncing on your tip toes to grab the ledge. Once you managed to get a secure grip on it, you hoisted yourself up and through, though your landing was lacklustre. You landed with a light thud on your ass.

“Ow~”

You rubbed your poor behind.

“Okay. I’m in now. Time to get some answers.”

Flashlight in hand you began your snooping, tripping over the odd piece of scattered clothing here and there. You found it rather odd that some of it was men’s wear. Did your unfaithful fiancé have a spare wardrobe there? Shaking your head, you moved deeper into the house spotting pictures of Chaewon and… her brother?… on the walls. Fuck he looked good. If only you had met him before Seojun. Though that didn’t mean you couldn’t look him up once the wedding was called off. You licked your lips. No! This wasn’t the time for that! You turned and something glinted off a shelf behind some books. Curious, you headed towards it. It was a necklace with a locket. On the back was engraved ‘For my snuggle wuffle, SJ’. Well, that explained the jewellers on his credit card bill.

“That assho-!”

You were cut off by someone grabbing you from behind. They unceremoniously shoved you against a nearby wall causing you to grunt. However, the feel of cold metal on your wrists and sound of cuffs locking closed made your heart stop. You had been caught. By a cop no less. Fuck.

“Ma’am, you do realise you’ve committed the crime of breaking and entering, right?” Came a deep authoritative voice.

“I- I- I thought it was empty! I just wanted to see why my fiancé decided to sleep with some bitch behind my back and get her knocked up while he was at it!”

Shit. Why couldn’t you have just lied like any normal person would’ve done?

“That ‘bitch’ is my fiancé. And while I understand your anger, I’ve had my suspicions of her infidelity, you still broke into my house. I’m placing you under arrest.”

Panic surged through your system managing to give you enough strength to turn and face him, even with the grip he had on you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you. It was the guy from the pictures. The one you thought was Chaewon’s brother. His hair was messy and his police uniform was a bit squeiff, like he had just woken up from a nap. Was it wrong that you were already slightly turned on from looking at him alone? But then reality came back to you as you saw him reach for his phone.

“Please no! I’m a teacher! I’ll be permanently out of the job if I get a criminal record!”

“You should’ve thought about that-”

“I’LL DO ANYTHING!” Desperation had taken you. You loved your job, you wouldn’t give it up for the world and you had gone and fucked up royally. If it weren’t for his grip on your upper arms you would probably be a grovelling mess on his floor.

He paused and appeared to give you a once over.

“Anything?”

You nodded with a small sniffle. Jesus, how pathetic could you get?

“Come with me.”

It’s not like you had much of a choice. As soon as those words left his mouth he was dragging you through the house and into what appeared to be a study. Or an office. Whatever people called these places.

“Stay here and be a good girl. If you try and make a break for it I will take you down to the station.”

You let out a small whimper which he must’ve taken as a sign that you would stay. Which was true. You didn’t leave. Instead you waited in anticipation for him to return, still, a tiny bit turned on. And when he returned, your eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. In one hand he carried a case of sorts, in the other was a tripod and on a strap around his neck was a Canon DSLR camera.

“W- w- why do you have those?” You would’ve gestured to the items in question but your hands were still cuffed behind your back.

“If I told you the end result wouldn’t be convincing.”

“So, you expect me to go along with whatever shit you have planned?”

“You said anything.”

You watched silently as he set up the tripod and camera so that it had a front view of the desk which he placed the case on. What could possibly be in that case? Before your mind could ponder it further you heard the man clear his throat and begin to talk from his position behind the camera.

“This is Officer Jeon and the date is… fuck what is today?… The time is 2:07 am and I have just caught this woman in my house. Please identify yourself.”

Your voice wavered as you answered, was he planning to use this to blackmail you? “L/N Y/N.” You dared not face the camera so only the side of your face was visible.

“To make sure she did not take anything of value I shall perform a strip and cavity search.”

At that your head whipped round to look at him, “St- st- strip? C- c- cavity?”

“If nothing is found on or in her person, I shall not press charges.”

You took a moment to feel relief at that until he stood up and made his way over to you. Once he was in front of you, he smirked and turned you so you were facing the table.

“I’m going to release you from the handcuffs now. If you try to run I will not hesitate to use force.”

He reached for the keys attached to his belt and placed the correct key in the lock. What you said next had him stilling.

“Yes, Sir.”

A pause soon followed by a low chuckle.

“Ah, good. I don’t have to tell you what to call me for this process. But I’ll tell you for the audience’s sake. During the process of the search, you may only address me as Sir or Officer. Any other form of address will be met with a punishment. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.”

The cuffs clicked open and you immediately brought your hands up to rub your sore wrists. Your breathing hitched when you felt his hands go to your waist.

“I would like for you to remove your top for me.”

Self-consciousness made you freeze in place. A stranger wanted you to strip for them in front of a camera. No one in their right mind would so such a thing.

“Take it off before I have to.”

You stubbornly crossed your arms over your chest.

“Suit yourself.”

His hands snaked their way from your hips to the front of your button up shirt. With one hand on either side of the material he tugged and sent buttons scattering across the desk and floor.

“That was my favourite shirt!” You shouted as he tugged the material over your shoulders and… did… did he just kiss your neck?

“Good girls that listen are rewarded. Bad girls that disobey are punished.” It was hushed, not loud enough to be caught by the camera’s microphone but still sent tingles of arousal down your spine.

“O- o- officer?”

“There appears to have been nothing in her shirt. Next item for removal are her jeans.”

His hands made quick work of your belt, button and zipper as he pressed his upper body against your back, his breath hot against your skin.

“I’ll leave the rest to you.”

You gulped as you pushed the denim off of your hips and bent to slide them off of your legs. Officer Jeon’s hands steadied you as you wobbled and lost balance in your struggle to free yourself from the article of clothing and the shoes you forgot to remove first. He used his grip on you to pull your raised posterior against him. And that when you felt it. The hardness that lay beneath his own clothing. That fucker was turned on by this.

You couldn’t help what came out of your mouth next.

“Your future wife must have been neglecting if you’re this hard already.”

He gave an amused huff, “What can I say? You looked great in handcuffs.” He put emphasis on ‘great’ by grinding his hardness into your ass.

You let out a small moan then slowly stood upright once more. You were beginning to understand what exactly it was he wanted from you. He made a small show of picking up and checking your jeans.

“Jeans contain a small women’s purse with a content of 250,000 won and an ID card. Nothing that does not belong to her. Next items to be removed are her underwear, if nothing of note is found in there I will continue with a full cavity search.”

With the knowledge that all was not as it seemed, you confidently reached behind you to undo your bra, slowly sliding the straps down your arms.

“Do you really think I would’ve hidden something in there, Officer?”

“I’ll have to check.”

His hands ran up your sides before going to your front to cup your breasts. He gave them a light squeeze, testing the firmness of them, then took your nipples between his thumb and index fingers, tweaking them slightly. Your head fell back to rest against his shoulder.

“Nope, nothing here either.” Yet even though he said that he went from tweaking your nipples to lightly gripping your breasts and massaging them in circular motions. The palms of his hands creating a delicious friction that had you moaning.

“Last article of clothing will now be removed.”

He let go of your breasts and gripped your lace panties, and sadly, they met the same fate as your shirt. They were torn off you.

“Definitely nothing hidden there.”

A sudden boldness overtook you, making you grab his hands and place them on your thighs. “Are you sure about that Sir? Shouldn’t you at least check?”

With your encouragement, his hands travelled over your outer thigh and only briefly brushed the insides of them before he still and his breath caught in his throat.

“You’re so fucking wet, practically dripping. You’re enjoying this you little slut.”

Usually, you hated to be called a slut. But there was something about him saying it that just turned you on more. He once again gripped your upper arms and turned you to face him. His eyes were impossibly dark, almost black, with lust. Fuck it was hot.

“Strip search bared no results. I shall move onto the cavity search.”

His hand came up to lightly grip you chin and tug your mouth open.

“Nothing visible to the naked eye. I will have to feel for any possible hidden items.”

And then his mouth was on yours, tongue slipping inside to tease your own. You stared at him wide-eyed for a moment then closed your eyes and gave in to the unexpected kiss. It was hot and slick and everything Seojun’s kisses weren’t. You found your own hands had tangled into his hair which caused him to immediately stop and pull away.

“Oral cavity search clear. Nothing hidden. However, suspect in need of being restrained again.” There was a certain playfulness to his tone that had you turning with your hands behind your back and bending over the desk, presenting yourself to him.

He chuckled and picked up the cuffs from where he had placed them on his belt, clicking them back into position.

“Not to question your methods Sir, but surely your tongue is not long enough to do a thorough oral search.”

He made a thoughtful noise.

“You’re right. Be a good girl and get on your knees in front of me.”

You did as he said, flinching slightly at the unforgiving chill of the wood flooring. He fumbled with his own belt and pants fastenings, hands shaking slightly with anticipation. Once he finally undid them he pushed them down revealing his leaking erection.

“No underwear Sir?”

“As an Officer, I take pride in being prepared for all possible situations. Now be a good slut and put those pretty lips of yours to work so I can verify if your mouth really is all clear.”

You gave a little nod and shuffled closer to him. Once you had deemed yourself close enough you wet your lips then flicked your tongue over his head, collecting the precum that beaded there. Your lips wrapped around the head and you lightly sucked on him, pulling away with an obscene ‘pop’ to lick a stripe from base to tip.

“Like this Officer?” You asked, looking up at him before sucking at the tip again.

His head kicked back, a small sheen of sweat shining on his forehead, as he let out a long groan, “You’re… You’re going to have to take in more than just that.”

And then his hands were firmly gripping your hair as his hips snapped forward into the wet heat of your mouth, forcing you to take in as much of him as possible. The abrupt action caused you to gag and your eyes to water. Officer Jeon moaned lewdly as your throat constricted around him.

“Fuck. That feels good. It’s been so long since someone has sucked me. You’re all clear here, but would you mind doing this for a little longer like a good girl?”

You managed a small nod as you tried to blink away tears. Swallowing around him a few times, you tried to get used to the feeling of him. He moaned again, hands tightening in your hair. Using that grip he held you in place as he thrust into your mouth, a stream of profanities leaving him with your every swallow and gag.

“I want to come so bad… but fuck! I can’t! I can’t! I need to continue the search.”

He reluctantly pulled you off of him. You both stayed in those positions for what felt like an eternity as you tried to catch your breath.

“Your fiancé… doesn’t know how… to treat you right… if you nearly came that fast.”

“She…” One of his hands carded through his hair, brushing the sweaty strands out of his face, “She’s always fucking off on ‘business’ trips.”

“Sounds like she doesn’t care about your needs. How about you let me satisfy them? Make you forget all about her?” You leant forward and kitten licked at his tip once more before the hand still buried in your hair violently tugged you away.

“Enough of that.”

With that, he bent and picked you up like you were the world’s lightest sack of potatoes then placed you on the edge of the desk. His finger barely grazed over your soaking core, making you whine in response.

“I will now commence a vaginal search.”

His fingers brushed over you again with more pressure as to collect your juices.

“You’re so fucking wet. Are you always like this?”

“No… normally I have to read erotica to get wet enough.”

He smirked again, free hand gripping your chin to force you to look at him, “So your fiancé doesn’t know how to treat you right either. How about we agree to make each other forget?”

“Deal.”

He pulled you in for another kiss as his thumb located your clit and rubbed lazy circles on it, swallowing the wanton moan that tried to escape you. His lips were hungry as they moved against yours and you were sure your lips would be bruised. Keens and whines sounded from you as he continued to circle your clit. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you couldn’t believe that Chaewon had chosen plain and boring Seojun over the perfect male specimen that was well on his way to ruining you for any other man before he had even entered you. A single finger slid into you with ease, as if it hadn’t been a month and a half since you had gotten any. Officer Jeon abandoned your lips in favour of your neck, sucking, kissing and nipping at it. You wouldn’t be surprised if you found more than a few hickeys had already begun to bloom. A second finger slipped in and this time his mouth wasn’t there to catch the unadulterated cry of pleasure. You felt a familiar heat build in your stomach. But then his fingers were gone and he was sinking down in front of you, a hand going to each thigh to make sure you kept them spread from him. You let out a pitiful whimper, the heat fading.

“Suspect is wet enough for an easy search with no discomfort. Nothing is visibly hidden, closer inspection is needed.”

Something wet and warm lapped at you causing you groan. You used your bound hands behind you to prop you up, watching as his tongue worked on you. He looked up at you, catching your gaze and cocking an eyebrow as his lips wrapped around your clit and he moaned deeply. The resulting vibrations had your hips bucking forward. Or as much as they could under the bruising grip he had on you.

“Fuck!”

The heat started to build up again, quicker than before at the new stimulation. It felt like… It felt like he was fucking humming on your clit… You knew that song! It was the Tokyo Ghoul season 1 opening! You would recognise it anywhere. Three fingers slid into you with ease. They curled in a ‘come here’ motion which brushed against the spot inside you that turned the heat into an inferno. His teeth grazed over your clit and you were sent over the edge with a cry of ecstasy. You came so hard that your toes curled and your legs twitched. Jesus, you had never cum like that before. All too soon oversensitivity took the place of the pleasure.

“Ah! Stop! Stop! Too much! Shit!”

He pulled away licking his lips, a satisfied grin settling on his lips as some of your essence dripped down his chin. “That good?”

“Best ever… Your fiance is a fucking idiot. But let her know I’m willing to trade mine for you.”

He chuckled and stood back up, not bothering to wipe off the evidence of your release. His hands reached and gripped at your ass lift you up and pulling you to him. Once you were off the table he spun round and sat himself on the desk with you in his lap, your knees rest on either side of him.

His breath ghosted over your ear, “Let’s see if you’re worth the trade. Ride me.”

He shifted you so your dripping core was over his still erect manhood.

“With pleasure.”

Without a second thought, you sunk down, taking him all in. Your lips parted to draw in a shaky breath. There was a small struggle in raising your hips since you did not have the use of your hands, but thanks to Seojun being rather lazy when it came to sex with you, you had learnt a few techniques to make riding easier. You dropped back down and swivelled your hips drawing a groan from him.

“Do that again.”

“Isn’t it rather unprofessional for you to find pleasure while on the job, Sir?”

His grip on your cheeks tightened then suddenly he was controlling your movements, raising you up to pull you back down with force. It was your turn to let out a moan, your head fell to rest on his shoulder.

“It is but my shift ended at 12. Professionalism can go fuck itself.” It came out as barely above a whisper, obviously not wanting the microphone to pick it up. Then he spoke up a little louder, “All clear here too. I will begin preparing for anal-” You clenched around him, the thought causing an unfamiliar excitement, “Ah! Fuck! Don’t… don’t do that.”

A hand left you to reach for the case, managing to pop it open with practised ease. You watched as the lid flipped open to reveal a whole range of toys and a small variety of lubes. So many different scenarios of the toys being used on you raced through your mind.

“Have… Have you e-ever used these o-o-on her?”

A nip to your neck.

“Never. She wouldn’t let me. You’re going to have to take over for a bit. Don’t worry if you slow down, that’ll make it easier for me.” Both hands were off you as one picked up a half empty bottle, opening the cap with a click the squeezed some onto his fingers.

“Now I know why they cheated. They’re both boring as fuck.”

He hummed in agreement, “This is going to be cold.”

He put down the bottle and gripped a cheek, tugging it to the side to reveal where you were yet to be touched. A finger circled your puckered rim, spreading some of the cold liquid. Your hips stuttered as the finger pressed into you. It was unfamiliar. New. It stung.

“Ah! I- i- it-”

“I know. Let me take your mind off it.”

His lips reattached to yours as his hand let go of you to instead reach down between you and once again apply pressure to your clit. His tongue moved over yours in the same rhythm of his cock and finger that filled you. You ground down onto to him, a stream of pleasured sounds trying to escape past your lips only to be swallowed and repaid with his. The room filled with the sounds of your bodies moving against each other. It was positively sinful to your ears. A second finger. Fuck it stung. But everything else felt so good. You knew it wouldn’t be long until you were close to cumming again. You broke apart panting for breath as air became necessary.

“You’re doing so well, such a good little slut. Just a little more and the search will be over.”

“It- it- it hurts Sir but… god… why does it feel so good?”

“Because you’re in the hands of someone who knows what they’re doing.” A third and final finger entered the ring of muscle, surprising you enough for you to give a shout. “My cock is going to stretch you so well. Would you like me to cum in your ass?”

“O-o-only i-i-i-if I get to cum, Sir.”

“Of course, an officer’s duty if to protect and serve after all. I think I’d like to keep my cum inside of you when I’m done. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all Sir.”

He groaned and pulled his fingers out of you, lifting you so his cock left your core and was placed at your quivering rosebud; still slick with your arousal. You took a slow deep breath as he lowered you onto him once more. It burned. He was much thicker than his fingers.

“N-n-now beginning anal search. So f-f-far the suspect appears to b-b-be feeling discomfort which I-I-I s-s-shall remedy at once.”

He took your clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it sending small jolts of heated electricity through you. While he was doing that he kissed a path from your neck to your breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth only to pull away and blow on it. He repeated the process with your other breast before sucking on it. You cautiously shifted slightly above him. Testing the waters for yourself. It still stung but he was creating just enough pleasure that the pain was negligible.

“FUCK!” He shouted, pulling away from your breast, “You’d definitely be worth the trade. I’m going to move now, is that alright?”

“Yes, Sir. Please don’t stop. I want to cum again.”

“Such a greedy slut.” A hand on each cheek, spreading them as he guided your movements on him. “I can just imagine the view from the camera. God. It should be the perfect shot. Your cheeks spread so that it can clearly see how well your ass takes my cock.”

You moaned, heat once again building in your stomach.

“Do you like the thought of that? That there’s a camera recording just how much of a cock slut you become when you’re with a man who knows how to treat you right? No use in lying, you’re so wet you’re positively dripping.”

He ground your hips down on him in such a way you clit rubbed against the material of his uniform shirt that stopped right at the base of his cock. It was soaked with your juices but it created the friction you needed to be sent into your second orgasm.

“O-o-officer Jeon! Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! So good!”

A low growl emitted from him and a warmth coated the inside of you. You both stayed like that for a moment, panting as you came down from your highs. Once his breathing steadied Officer Jeon leant back so his back met the desk surface, taking you with him. He reached across and grabbed a black silicone plug that wasn’t quite as thick as him but would be effective enough for the purpose he had assigned to it. With a little shift of his hips, his softening shaft slipped out of you but was quickly replaced by the plug.

“Search results are all clear. Charges will not be pressed. The suspect is free to go if she so chooses.” He carefully rolled you off of him to get off the table and approach the camera. You took it as an opportunity to admire his muscular thighs and ass. They looked Herculean. “Officer Jeon, signing off.” With that, he turned off the camera and faced you with a bright grin, “Now that’s over, you can call me Jungkook. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

You gave a small smile in return, “Nice to meet you too.”

“Would you like to spend the night, take a quick shower with me maybe?”

Your smile grew bigger, “Of course. I was completely serious about the trade.”

“Good. I was serious about you being worth it.”

He made his way back over to you, undid the cuffs and picked you up bridal style.

“Can I asked why you filmed that?”

“You’ll see.”

A couple hours later, in Jeju.

Chaewon’s phone went off alerting her to a new message. It was Jungkook. He had sent a Google Drive link and ‘I made sure nothing was stolen’. Just as she clicked on it Seojun sat down beside her in a robe.

“What is it my cuddly kitty?”

“Jungkook sent me a link to a video.”

The video finally loaded and Seojun’s jaw dropped. It was you! Why did Jungkook send her a video of you?

‘This is Officer Jeon and the date is…’

They watched with curiosity at first which swiftly changed to shock when your top was ripped open.

*Sometime later*

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY’D NEVER FIND OUT!” Seojun shouted, regret evident in his voice.

“I THOUGHT THEY WOULDN’T!” Chaewon responded with equal loudness.

“WELL, OBVIOUSLY THEY DID!”

“WHY IS SHE SUCH A SLUT?!”

“… She was never like that with me…”

“She let him put it in her butt.”

“He owns a buttplug, as well as a lot of other interesting looking things, did you guys ever…?”

“No! No never! As if I would let him do something like that too me. It’s so unhygienic.”

There was a moment of silence.

“I think I made a mistake…”

“WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSE TO MEAN?! I AM CARRYING YOUR CHILD!”

Another phone notification, this time from Seojun’s phone. It was from you.

‘Wedding’s off. I found a new dick to ride. Tell your bitch she can have you, I’m moving my stuff out ASAP while you’re in Jeju. But don’t worry, the bitch’s stuff will be replacing mine in that house. Except for the jewellery, he brought her. That’s mine now. Including the engagement ring she left behind.’

A/N: I know you guys are wanting BunBun Pt2, and you will get it, eventually. But I got inspired to write this yesterday and have only had 2 and a half hours sleep thanks to it. Now remember this is just fiction. Please use condoms and practice safe sex. And as always, feel free to send asks about the fic, or any of my fics for that matter!

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komuesq · 8 years ago

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WAS TAGGED BY: @tsuyuake tyyy ~

TAGGING: @enoshimatroll, @excelerator, @jaytodd1129, @kiokushitaka, @liraelgoldenhanded, @smolnatsu29, @signedsfs + anyone else!

RULES: ANSWER THESE 85 STATEMENTS AND TAG 20 PEOPLE

THE LAST

1. DRINK: 1/2 pomegranate juice + 1/2 water to dilute 2. PHONE CALL: my dad 3. TEXT MESSAGE: a family friend 4. SONG YOU LISTENED TO: error - vixx 5. TIME YOU CRIED: i was reminiscing abt my time in hk (”: 6. DATED SOMEONE TWICE: - 7. KISSED SOMEONE AND REGRETTED IT: - 8. BEEN CHEATED ON: - 9. LOST SOMEONE SPECIAL: family members and family friends, but no one that i was particularly close with 10. BEEN DEPRESSED: for a depressive episode - two days ago? 11. GOTTEN DRUNK AND THROWN UP: -

12. black 13. red 14. gray

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU 15. MADE NEW FRIENDS: YES @ ALL MY HK BUDDIES 16. FALLEN OUT OF LOVE: - 17. LAUGHED UNTIL YOU CRIED: a lot lmfao 18. FOUND OUT SOMEONE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU: its always good things tho so idk if that counts 19. MET SOMEONE WHO CHANGED YOU: yes (”: 20. FOUND OUT WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE: ya i mean, we had a p big group in hk so it makes sense that ppl would eventually form their own small sub-group 21. KISSED SOMEONE ON YOUR FACEBOOK LIST: yes....?? ??? GENERAL 22. HOW MANY OF YOUR FACEBOOK FRIENDS DO YOU KNOW IN REAL LIFE: i’ve met all of them face-to-face save for ~5 ppl who are long-time friends i’ve met online 23. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS: my family has two parakeets and a beta fish, but personally no 24. DO YOU WANT TO CHANGE YOUR NAME: yes bc im not too fond of it, but no bc i don’t know what else to change it to 25. WHAT DID YOU DO FOR YOUR LAST BIRTHDAY: on the night prior (going into midnight), i went to a last meetup with my hk buddies - karaoke! they surprised me by singing happy birthday when i came in & we also had cake! but on the actual day, ahhh i went to macau w/ someone v close to me! we walked ard the venetian, got some egg tarts from lord’s stow and bakery (THE BEST), then got nachos (i hadn’t had some in a while) and bubble tea 26. WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP: 8:30a, p early considering i went to bed ard 2:00a 27. WHAT WERE YOU DOING AT MIDNIGHT LAST NIGHT: editing my cosplay photos lmfao 28. NAME SOMETHING YOU CAN’T WAIT FOR: to cosplay at AWA! and possibly meeting w/ someone for new years??? also catching up w/ a long-time friend this weekend hopefully ~~ 29. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAW YOUR MOM: about three weeks ago?? she’s vacationing in canada 31. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW: the closer - vixx 32. HAVE YOU EVER TALKED TO A PERSON NAMED TOM: does tom from myspace count bc he sent me a welcome message 33. SOMETHING THAT IS GETTING ON YOUR NERVES: my lip is peeling and im like why )))’: 34. MOST VISITED WEBSITE: either tumblr or twitter tbh 35. HAIR COLOUR: black, tho i really want to dye it plsss 36. LONG OR SHORT HAIR: both!!! for me personally, prob short hair bc it’s easier to put in a wig cap + cuter w my face 37. DO YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON SOMEONE: i was serious when i mentioned in passing that i’ve never really had crushes - v demiro and even then its bc the other person shows interest first that i would even consider bc i honestly don’t think of these things 38. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF: i can be fairly creative when it comes to writing; my writing isn’t particular bad & i would consider my articulation to be top-notch in more formal settings. and i generally have a more positive outlook on life 39. PIERCINGS: none 40. BLOOD TYPE: either A or O, but prob O bc apparently mosquitoes are more attracted to O? 41. NICKNAME: komu 42. RELATIONSHIP STATUS: hmm single 43. ZODIAC: taurus / rat 44. PRONOUNS: any / she/her 45. FAVOURITE TV SHOW: none tbh 46. TATTOOS: none 47. RIGHT OR LEFT HANDED: right 48. SURGERY: none 50. SPORT: I CAN’T EVEN RUN W/O DYING IN 5 MIN 51. VACATION: ok so my european friends are telling me to do a food tour of europe and im so down tbh, also i would love to go back to osaka (or maybe tokyo bc i haven’t been there) 52. PAIR OF TRAINERS: err

MORE GENERAL 53. EATING: just ate a bagel w/ hummus bc my bro ate all the cream cheese hmmMMM 54. DRINKING: currently water 55. I’M ABOUT TO: go upstairs and take a nap 56. WAITING FOR: tmrw to come so i can send off a package + watch a movie w/ friendo!! 57. WANT: a peace in mind and for all my loans to be paid off. also a job offer would be nice but i haven’t done anything for that soo 58. GET MARRIED: hmm it’s not too far of a reach 59. CAREER: good question (”:

WHICH IS BETTER:

60. HUGS OR KISSES: hugs 61. LIPS OR EYES: eyes 62. SHORTER OR TALLER: taller bc im short as hell 63. OLDER OR YOUNGER: older mostly bc im 21 and anyone younger is in college as im finishing up 64. NICE ARMS OR NICE STOMACH: oooooo i might have to go for arms, even tho tums can b cute 65. HOOK UP OR RELATIONSHIP: relationship 66. TROUBLEMAKER OR HESITANT: if the troublemaker gets caught up with the law then no ty

HAVE YOU EVER: 67. KISSED A STRANGER: no 68. DRANK HARD LIQUOR: nooo 69. LOST GLASSES/CONTACT LENSES: yes!!! they were in the case and i dropped the case and it bounced under the counter and i can’t find it???? 70. TURNED SOMEONE DOWN: yes 71. SEX ON THE FIRST DATE: nah 72. BROKEN SOMEONE’S HEART: probably ? 73. HAD YOUR HEART BROKEN: does it count if it’s a mutual thing 74. BEEN ARRESTED: no 75. CRIED WHEN SOMEONE DIED: yes 76. FALLEN FOR A FRIEND: nah

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 77. YOURSELF: i try to 78. MIRACLES: nah 79. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT: i believe that there are ppl in the world that you instantly connect with bc ur personalities mesh well 80. SANTA CLAUS: i grew up chinese 81. KISS ON THE FIRST DATE: no 82. ANGELS: nah

OTHER: 84. EYE COLOUR: dark brown 85. FAVOURITE MOVIE: INCEPTION, but i also love gattaca and sky high (^:

#.tlk

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gograciebaby · 8 years ago

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So uh, about that family of Maggie’s-

Idk if I mentioned his before butt Maggie has lots of siblings n stuff so uhm yea

Here’s like ½ of Mags fam so far o//w//o (LONG WRITING WARNING)

(LEFT) Tammy and Xandi (formally named Tamitha and Alexandria on their birth certificates) are Maggie’s younger twin sisters in her family and still live at home with their mother Lottie while Maggie still lives in another state in her own home. They really like visiting their sister and often ask their mother when they will be able to do that often. But why? You see, her twins sisters’ favorite holiday is Thanksgiving because Tammy gets to dress up and Xandi gets to eat food, but more importantly, the most valuable reason is because they get to see Maggie’s husband (Foxy) Frank who the underage girls have a mega-crush on for some weird reason. They are 17 years old and are literally counting down the day they can turn 18 so they can legally hit on their brother-in-law. Other than that creepy factor, the girls are often seen enjoying getting dressed up, talking about boys, reading magazines, or just spending quality teenage sister bonding time with each other.

(RIGHT) Lucy (formally named Lucille) May is Maggie’s older sister and oldest child in the May house all together. Born in 1952, she lived a healthy middle-class life, going as far as reaching most popular in her class and living a rather spoiled life over all that make her somewhat stuck up in the end unfortunately. She graduated at she age of 18, and with a scholarship in England moved there to go to college in hope of a sufficient degree. This plan however came to a halt when Lucy unexpectedly got pregnant by an unknown man out of wedlock at the cusp of womanhood, becoming a mother just at the age of 19. Because of Lucy growing up in a strict Catholic family, the idea of terminating a pregnancy or getting an abortion was not a friendly option to her and her family, so she kept the baby instead and on June 15th, 1970, Lucy gave birth to a healthy baby girl named Betty. Thinking this would be a falter in her path, Lucy didn’t think much about perusing her dreams anymore up until when she visited a local drug store and in 1975 won the lottery of 3 million dollars. With this newly found money, Lucy set out and created her own business and clothing line, creating a business tycoon across England in the late 70’s and early 80’s. From this, Lucy became an extreme celebrity and millionaire, cashing over 35 million a year from this industry. Unfortunately, as everyone knows, with money comes a price. As the sales skyrocketed, Lucy forgot more and more about Betty, even to the point of not even remembering her own daughter’s baby. This was detrimental to the child, not only not having a father in her life, but also constantly being forgot by the own person that conceived her just because of money. Betty was sent to boarding school at the age of just 7 to ‘get out of her mother’s hair’ so the business could expand. When Betty arrived back, Lucy was less than pleased. Not knowing what to do, Lucy then got a great idea- the idea of sending Betty all the way from the U.K. to America to go live with her Aunt Madeline in favor of cash. Her aunt declined the money, but it was still sent anyway. Lucy now resides in Buckinghamshire, in her lonely, royal throne- sitting on a pile of empty savings.

Carol (Formally named Carolina and nicknamed Lottie sometimes) is Maggie’s mother and Frank’s (Foxy’s) Mother-in-law who is very less than pleased with Maggie’s lifestyle and choices. Raising six children and taking care of one husband, this woman of iron is one tough cookie, and has been through a lot in her entire lifetime. Just at the age of 16, Carol was thrown out of her own house by her own mother for dating a black man, which was highly forebode and controversial in the rich, white, home in 1950’s southern America at the time. After being kicked out and left with only her boyfriend and her belongings, Carol and Larry (Maggie’s mom and dad) headed North to Maine, where society toned down a bit for them and it was just barely acceptable for the interracial couple. The two eventually married that same year at the age of 16, and had their first child named Lucille at the young age of 19. A couple years later when the two eventually got a middle-class house and settled in, they decided they wanted a second child to try to create a healthy nuclear family in the early 60’s. Hoping for a healthy baby boy, the couple was more than shocked to find out they were having a girl instead. But the part that really struck the two was that when the baby was born, she was white. Too white. Because of Carol’s constant smoking during he pregnancy and the albinism gene in Carol’s side of the family, the baby girl who was named Madeline (Maggie for short), was born albino and ended up looking nothing like their her mother nor father. While Carol was very bothered the child was not like “normal” children, Larry was more than happy and it was widely considered that Maggie was his favorite child out of all six children. Years later when Lucy entered high school and Maggie was in her 1st year of middle school, the family was once again blessed with another baby, this time the baby not being one, but two. The couple had a pair of twins whom they named Alexandria and Tammitha (Xandi and Tammy for short) and were a bit winded after in he resulting pregnancy. Life was pretty good after that- Larry working two jobs as a factory worker and having a history of being a war solider and Carol working as a local teacher at a school for young children. Lucy eventually graduated shortly after this, turning 18 and moving out along with her dignity. After that though, that’s when things started to go down hill. A year after Lucy went off to college, the family was met with three major incidents that would change their family forever. One day Carol fell very ill, and a doctor was sent to the home to make sure she didn’t have any major disease or sickness that would spread or kill her. When the doctor arrived, they were told some shocking news- Carol was once again pregnant- but this time was an accident. Again, with having strong catholic influences, Carol refused to terminate the pregnancy and on February 14th, 1970, Carol gave birth to a set of twins; a boy and a girl named William Robert and Jessalyn Jane (Billy Bob [BB] and Jessie J [JJ] for short) at the prominent age of 37. The more disturbing fact however was that shortly after the older couple had their children, they received a letter from their oldest Lucy, informing the couple that not only were they new parents again, but now also grandparents- because at the same time Carol was pregnant, Lucy was too from an unknown man out of wedlock and shame. Disgusted by that fact and incident, Carol from then on went on to shun Lucy out from her life after her own daughter bringing that shame to their family in that way. After seeing the only “pure” and “smart” child left was Maggie, Carol started to shape Maggie harder and faster to become the perfect purity daughter she always wanted. And unfortunately, it worked. From that point on, Maggie was told not to put any form of makeup on, not to dress in anything that didn’t cover her shoulders or ankles, not to talk to boys or men, and definitely not to engage in sexual encounters with anything, even herself, being taught it was a sin and she would face consequence and the everlasting burning in hell in the afterlife if she did any of these things. Even though it was embarrassing, she was also forced by her mother to consume birth control, Carol doing everything she could to prevent anything bad happening to her only pure child left. Negative effects that stemmed from this were that Maggie became extremely antisocial and began to be picked on in school harder than ever not only for her appearance, but her oddly Catholic family and the fact that she was made fun of for still having not lost her virginity and graduating as the only “pure” student in the entire catholic school. News became more detrimental when Larry suddenly got a letter saying his number came up, and to the dark truth, was drafted in the war suddenly. Larry was abruptly ripped out of both Maggie and Carol’s lives, and life was very different from then on. When things were just starting to get better for the family, events went down hill when on he day of Maggie’s high school graduation, Maggie had received a letter that would change her life forever, and there was no tuning back. The letter stated Maggie’s dad had been killed, and became just another casualty in the war that was Vietnam. Depressed by this news, Carol sent Maggie to college to grieve, hoping it would help for the both to have some time apart. And it did- sort of. It would be almost another decade before Carol saw her second child again, and she was less than pleased on what Maggie had to show. By this time Maggie had dyed her hair to pink, was wearing clothing that went above her knees and showed her shoulders, and gotten a boyfriend named Frank Fox jr (who liked to be called foxy as a nickname), a rough sailor who thought he was a pirate and was an all-around person that did not phase Carol one bit. At first Carol had a fit, and was very displeased at what Maggie had become, disapproving of both her stylistic and romance choices, not accepting any of it and trying to block it out. Eventually though, when Maggie told her mother she was getting married to Frank later in the years, Carol finally warmed up just a bit from her icy attitude and ultimately accepted him into the family after the two wed. Carol now resides as a single mother and grandmother in Maine with her four children left, trying to make the best of what was a very broken home.

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galimatios · 5 years ago

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sci-fi au again but it’s some bastardized blame au feat. my twins

thinking about a bastardized blame au that borrows the setting of blame but with some minor differences, aka humans weren't dead for as long and silicon lifeforms are part of a disease that turns pure humans into half synthetic life, aka go feral go crazy some retain intellect tho, and pure silicon creatures are fully sentient and intelligent but im thinking of a society in which android labor was widespread, but bc humans were wiped by silicon corruption, there's huge populations of androids w/o purpose humans do still exist but they're not pure, most of them have varying levels of silicon corruption as well as varying resistances. it does grant these humans superhuman strength or healing though i kind of. wanna put rey and ray as twins in this au as bounty hunters aka humans who hunt down corrupted humans who've gone too far... but they also do odd delivery jobs and stuff likelihood is that they've been alive for Way longer than humans should be due to their own corruption they remember what life was like before things went to shit ray owned a restaurant and rey owned the bar on top of it as siblings they went thru hell together and back and this was their dream and. well. then shit changed but also aesthetic bc: rey with short hair, tank top, sci-fi ass gear and army boots she's also the Slightly Older twin and holds this to ray all the time they argue. Nonstop. sometimes they cant stand eachother bc dumbasses both have strong aggressive personalities but (and ive been thinking abt rey w a sibling for a while) at the end of the day they trust eachother bc they both had the same shitty mom and survived. they can do anything, they're Them? but the scourge... well. they're always upbeat. they have eachother after all, but sometimes when they're alone, ray gets nostalgic. a little wistful, a little sad "it was nice while it lasted, huh? not even a full ass decade, and everything came tumbling down." legs hanging off a ledge, the smell of cigarette smoke "wonder how dom's doing." rey doesn't want to talk about her. she steals the cig from his mouth and puts it out. "that shit ain't good for you." "the fuck? you smoke too you know." but rey's already leaving. neither of them know if dom survived. ray lost a best friend, rey lost a lover it's been two hundred years, maybe more. if she hadn't shown up, dead or alive, she's probably gone but the thing is, the megastructure is huge. so vastly huge and confusing, anything can happen. ray thinks one day she'll show up. dom is tough. she's out there somewhere. (END PROSE) also i just love the idea of rey being a heavy firearm user and she just has a huge laser cannon strapped to her back at all times ray thinks weird flex but ok he probably uses a device that resembles some sci-fi spear/rapier thing but it channels electricity so on his command he can roast shit and also override / destroy power structures as needed. both of them have mechanical skills, can hotwire stuff, they're too dumb for hacking so they usually just try to physically brute force shit (aka... hitting it until it works) ray... leather jacket and gloves. NOTED THO: organic materials are really rare and are either salvaged or synthetically created instead. so this is like fake ass bioengineered leather from one of the few bastions of semi-human life, a big city within the megastructure that's where rey and ray live... they actually do want to start a restaurant again but. i think they've sworn off it until they find out what happened to dom, bc she's the only person they've ever trusted with their dream so until then, bounty work ok wow i kind of love ray w a fucking. black electric rapier spike thing + black gloves and black jacket, leather fucking pants, DANGER BOY!!! then rey loves firearms but sometimes she JUST PUNCHES SHIT. SHE'S STRONG!!! fingerless gloves for the girl. cries I love my redheads

KEITH PROBABLY. WOULD BE A TRAINEE BOUNTY HUNTER/SCOUT AND PROBABLY HAS A MASSIVE CRUSH ON RAY LMFAO. ray is like lmfao (puts hand on head) u are So Short keith: kkkdjdjsjhdhdhfnfbfbfjgjfjfj rey voice god you have bad taste keith follows ray around like a puppy who wants to be helpful and ray doesnt particularly mind as long as he doesnt get in the way. but its like. this video (youtu.be/TJAqwSmbKJc)

SORRY KEITH HE LIKES HUNKS AND TWUNKS BUT UR TWINKISH TWUNK AT BEST but ray has a soft spot for him once keith proves he's actually super capable at his job puppy gets head pats god i wanna stick all my ocs in this au now jonah would be s service android who used to work for a family he really cherished but they were wiped out. so now he just. kind of drifts. AI technology is self learning so i believe at this point androids have largely gained sentience and semihumans treat them like one of them alister.... heh. fuck. i really want him to be an antagonist actually but a kind of misunderstood one. he's definitely the root of everything. he is probably the progenitor of the scourge and is a human mind implanted into a fully silicon body. who KNOWS how old he is in actuality he was a sick, dying child whose experimental treatment went horribly wrong but this silicon body is stronger, faster, better. he feels no pain anymore. he can walk and run. but he's also immortal. and he can't be with humans bc contact with him is toxic humans with weak resistances died immediately once the plague started. so all the humans left are those who resisted full corruption they went after the source of the plague, intending to kill to stop its spread but even when they did get to alister, they couldnt kill him and boy they tried! took him into labs and did horrible things! some succumbed to the plague from overexposure to him but nothing seemed to stop Alister decided he had enough, killed everyone in a haze, left, then decided to make silicon lifeforms he was lonely! all of them are precious to him and every time a hunter kills one, he mourns semihumans who become fully or mostly corrupted he considers part of his family too GOD I COULD MAKE AND PORT SO MANY OCS cade is about 60-70% corrupted. he's definitely in alister's ranks i gotta think tho bc i do want one pure human with the net terminal gene. probably hidden somewhere in one of those cryosomething freeze tanks idk if i have an oc pure enough to fit the role i gotta check my roster TO EXPLAIN THIS. you need the gene to access the netsphere the netsphere is like an evolved form of the internet that's sort of like heaven and also controls some things in base reality, like the robots that are in charge of automated construction of new structures- these have gone haywire which led to uncontrolled growth this is just canon material but my addition is that once alister went full silicon, he also unintentionally became connected to the netsphere without any real authority to do anything, but the system still detected a breach and it locked Everyone out after alister infected them originally only those of pure genetic pedigrees possessed the net gene haha i love caste systems but now they're all fucking Dead. i imagine life wasn't GREAT before the scourge but it was better than a semi-post-post scarcity environment where some places are uninhabitable so you have silicon life out hunting humans to protect alister, or just for territory, and security systems that have been tripped and now safeguards are running around killing everything that moves safeguards are like antivirus programs but like. in base reality

GOD ALISTER GROWN UP BUT LIKE EVIL AESTHETIC. ALL BLACK EVERYTHING. he definitely has morphing skills, he can connect himself to technology and easily control it bc hes not organic, innocent boy is now twisted and sitting on his throne of black, corrupted human bones truthfully though alister just... wants to successfully turn more humans into silicon so he can make friends and be happy it's sad that they don't usually survive. hundreds of years of loneliness dulled his moral compass the silicon close to him feel like they're not enough they are hideous but fully sentient and intelligent with the same emotions as humans but ig to alister it's not the same. he still loves them but. he truly was human in the past in the end silicon can't truly replace flesh alex... is a high level safeguard with sentience unlike the low level automated ones that attack everything fuck ALEX OF ALL MY OCS TAKES THE PLACE OF KILLY IN CANON THE FUCK he'd probably operate differently tho. way more compassion

"once i find the net terminal gene, most likely the system will begin to purge all impurities. any and all corrupted will likely die. ... but i see no reason to shorten the life of a man already dead." this includes the humans with resistances. people like rey, ray, keith all resistant humans are <50% corrupted. they cannot be allowed to live bc there is a chance exposure to toxic materials or alister will continue the process but i think alex would change his mind and try to find a way to cure it using the net terminal gene he makes friends with the bounty hunting group, aka keith and the twins... and eventually they will find dom and. oh god what if dom is 80+ percent corrupted what if they have to put her down I AM MAKING MYSELF UPSET

BUT FUCK IT WPULD BE A GOOD CATALYST FOR ALEX TO CHANGE HIS MIND ABOUT LETTING ALL THE CORRUPTED DIE AHHHHH also alex in an all black suit with a little cyan neck ribbon I LOVE MY OCS SORRY I ALSO LOVE BLAME AND SCIFI FUCK ME UP anyway i think im done for now but ughghfjgh im thinking about this for days

#ray #rey #notes

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terrymcdonald · 8 years ago

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This morning, I led a one-on-one workshop for artist Susan Leite, a member of the Hamilton Camera Club, who missed my presentation of Creating Compelling Landscapes. Tiffany Falls Conservation Area in Ancaster, Ontario, is one of those near-ideal places to learn about landscapes. A well-maintained, and easily-walked side trail of the Bruce Trail leads up the valley, across two bridges to a platform in front of a class cascade waterfall – Tiffany Falls – some 21m (70 feet) high.

As the point of this morning’s workshop was specifically landscape photography techniques, we were looking for “classic” landscape views that would include a strong foreground element set in the context of the background, connected through the mid-ground with a leading line, a “pathway” that would help the viewer navigate through the photograph. Assembling these elements is the job of the photographer. They are “out there” far more often than many photographers realize; recognizing them and actively, purposefully composing the photograph to include them is what makes them work.

At times, though, it is a challenge: as we noted this morning, much of the valley and river bank has the scrubby-looking remains of cut trees. Trees that naturally fall have an organic look to them; cut trees have sharp, rather obvious and totally un-natural edges where they were chain-sawed. There were also many parts of branches left from the cuttings that have not decomposed as one might expect leaves and small branches would do over a season or a year, so they, too, left (to my eyes anyway) a bit of a slash-and-burn eye-soar to an otherwise beautiful valley.

So, that’s a bit of the context of the location. The morning, itself, was overcast and still, making for near-ideal conditions for photographing in a forest. The contrast was easily managed; just the sky, filtering through the upper canopy, created difficult lighting. Photographers learn quickly, though, the importance of being flexible and working to the conditions provided by Mother Nature: when given a white sky, work to eliminate it from photos – and that’s we did.

This morning, thanks to the recent rain, Tiffany Creek had an excellent flow. It’s been a cool, wet spring – ideal for gardeners and photographers of nature and landscapes . So often, the rivers and waterfalls of southern Ontario suffer from a lack of water. Not this spring – the rivers have been well-flushed!

The Basic Set-up

Both Susan and I were using “bridge” style cameras – hers, a Lumix FZ-200 with an excellent Leica lens, and my Sony RX10iii – on travel-style tripods (both MeFoto Roadtrips). We had both come to the same conclusion regarding carrying equipment in travel-style conditions: less is more! We were both using ND filters and my Polarizing filter. The ND filters slowed shutter speeds to capture more movement in water; the polarizing filter reduced the glare off the water and foliage (see comparison photo).

We set our cameras to Aperture Priority, using Exposure Compensation to adjust exposure when clipped highlights showed in the histogram. In these situations, shutter speed is less important than the need for adequate depth-of-field to maintain sharpness from foreground through the background. Obviously, in breezy conditions, shutter speed matters, but with the still morning, we had some leeway. With small-sensor bridge cameras, this is achieved in the ƒ5.6 range. On the 1″ sensor Sony, ƒ5.6 is equivalent to ƒ15 on a full-frame system; with Susan’s FZ200’s 1/2.3″ sensor, ƒ5.6 is the same as ƒ31 on a FF system – plenty of depth of field for most landscapes! Any smaller than ƒ5.6 will result in increasingly unsharp edges due diffraction, the bending of light through the smaller aperture.

We also had a discussion about ISO. To maintain the highest image quality, I always recommend using the lowest ISO that will provide the maximum dynamic range (the difference between pure white and pure black). For many DSLRs, it’s ISO200. For the Sony RX10iii, it’s ISO64; the FZ200, ISO100.

Susan also set up her self-timer to delay each exposure by 2 seconds to eliminate camera shake from shutter activation by hand. Using tripods that were shorter than normal for comfortable viewing, we also chose to use the LCD for final compositions. However, working on a tripod can be very restrictive when composing, so I always recommend using the quick release to remove the camera and actively compose “free-hand” by moving in and out, up and down and side to side. You really need freedom of movement to find that compositional “sweet-spot”, then set-up the tripod to match that precise location.

In the field…

Now for some photos. We both agreed, the ferns and other greenery along the river bank were great foreground objects with lots of detail. As well, the river itself provided and natural pathway through the various scenes. When the river seemed rather straight, it was important to manouevre to “help” it into a more diagonal position; diagonals are always preferred for compositions as they create more dynamic movement than straight lines.

ƒ5.6 @ 1sec., EV-1, ISO64 w/ Polarizing filter and ND filter

Wandering up the trail took us to this point, where we could just begin to see the waterfall through the trees. The foreground element was in place with the greenery and rocks and the curve of the river became the natural pathway through the scene.

The 1-second exposure provided appropriate movement to the water while the -1 exposure compensation was required to prevent the highlights in the distant waterfall from clipping.

I highly recommend this method of exposure, where you expose as “high” as possible on the histogram without clipping the highlights – commonly referred to as ETTR or Expose To The Right. This allows more photos to be recorded in the shadow areas, reducing the amount of noise when the tonal values of shadow areas are lifted. Due to the beautiful, lower contrast lighting of the morning, this technique wasn’t absolutely essential, but it is good practice to get the most out of any sensor.

The overall appearance of this initial exposure is a bit on the dark side. The shadows are open, and the whites are near white, but the mid-tone greens appear drab rather than lively. That’s okay! The camera is simply a tool for recording a file that can then be processed – just like negatives were processed – into a final photograph that matches the way I saw the scene. The camera can’t do it all. Jpegs from many cameras are excellent, but there are still techniques that can be applied to further improve the photograph. This is way shooting raw files has become the default, especially amongst fine art photographers. It’s the difference between a “machine print” from a negative and a custom print, made by yourself or a professional printer. Learning a few simple manipulations in an app like Lightroom can go a long way to improving your photographs.

On Screen…

Back at home, in Lightroom, I made the following adjustments. Lightroom is designed to be handled “top down” starting with White Balance then moving through Exposure, Contrast, etc. I often start with Whites and Blacks, using Lightroom’s “Auto-Whites” and “Auto-Blacks” feature (NOT the “Auto” button you see there) to pin down the darkest and brightest pixels. Holding the Shift key and double-clicking on the word “Whites”, then doing the same on “Blacks” will do just that.

From there, I move to Exposure. Now, you might think “Wow, +1.20 in Exposure is a lot!”, but it really isn’t. Exposure in Lightroom lifts the mid-tones – exactly the tonal range that needed lifting. Rather than using the sliders, which can be rather clunky and imprecise, I use the number boxes and increase exposure using the cursor key while looking at the photo (not the adjustment slider!). The Cursor will raise the value by 0.10 each time; holding Shift and pressing the cursor will raise the value by 0.33. When making adjustments, it’s better to start out with big leaps and going past the “ideal”, rather than trying to creep up to it in small hops. Once you beyond what”looks good” you’ll know right away; you can then use the fine tuning of 0.10 increments to nail down the ideal increase.

This same principal is true for all the other adjustments: use the cursor keys for +/- 1; Shift-Cursor changes it by +/- 10. The Shadows improved with a small bump to +20. Clarity – the adjustment to raise or lower local contrast – is great for giving very fine separation between light and darks, such as the edges of leaves or the bright water agains the dark. But too much clarity can make the photograph look artificially etched, so +10 “worked”. Bumping the Saturation to +10 gave the leaves just a little more punch.

With the gross changes made, it was now time to look at how I might shape the photograph using graduated filters and local adjustment brushes. Here is the photo with those initial tonal adjustments. It’s bright and has a three-dimensional presence. But, to me, the foreground area in front of me seems just a bit too bright. Pulling in a Graduated Mask with decreased Exposure, seemed to work except the greens seemed dinghy, so I increased the Clarity and Contrast. This allowed the greens in the mask to better match the greens in the rest of the photograph.

This shows the area that was masked, followed by the resulting photo.

This is an improvement, but now the water in the river seems a bit dinghy. I felt the whites of the turbulence should have better separation from the darker river bed. Using an Adjustment Brush, I painted over the river water, adding additional contrast (30), reducing the shadow values by -30 and increasing the clarity by 40 to provide that local contrast separation. lastly, I made the tones cooler using the Colour Temperature adjustment. I find the rock of the river beds in this area to be rather yellow, often with algae; cooling it down a little helps to “restore” the river, if only photographically.

This photo shows the area of that was “brushed”. These Grad Mask and Adjustment Brush features of Lightroom allow an almost infinite series of adjustments, that I find even more intuitive than Photoshop layers. As well, they add virtually nothing to the overall file size as they are simply instructions in a text file as opposed to pixel-level changes. To accomplish the same “feats” in Photoshop, would bloat the file to be 3, 4, 5, even 10x larger than the original. It’s the beauty, and simplicity, of non-destructive editing.

Crop and Transform to straighten

Finally, the photograph was coming together, but needed a little more “massaging”. First, I’ll take you back to my printing days in the darkroom. Often we would introduce a very light vignetting of about 10%. It’s not apparent to the viewer, but it acts in an almost subliminal way to contain the eye within the photograph, especially in prints that would be matted in white then framed. The white mat draws the eye to the outside; the vignetting helps to pull it back in again. Lightroom has Vignetting under “Effects” and, really, -5 to -10 should be enough, but not too much to make it obvious.

Lastly, I felt the scene could use a little cropping and straightening, as shown in this photo. Ideally, this is done in the field and I lament having to do so on screen, but adding a slight “Transform” of -10 on the Horizontal and +20 in Aspect returned the image to what I remember of the scene. There is, now, a progression of light from the top, where one would expect it, gradually dimming to the bottom, where one would expect it to be darker, given the canopy of trees above.

In the gallery below, I’ve included the four progression images so you can see the subtle changes that may not be apparent looking at them separately as they are presented above. As well, you’ll find a few other photographs from this morning. If you have any questions, be sure to add them to the comments below.

ƒ5.6 @ 1sec., EV-1, ISO64 w/ Polarizing filter and ND filter

Basic Tonal Adjustments

Graduated filter added

Finished!

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