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[SMUT] TWICE Momo x Male Reader - “A Steamy Post-Action”

Longest smut one-shot I had so far! I enjoyed writing this one a lot because I added this with a genre I’ve never wrote before, even in my non-smut one-shot book. So yeah, this one is unique and I’m delighted that I get to finally challenge myself to work on it! Enjoy everyone!

It is year 2050, where people are on a brink of extinction since monstrous creatures spawned in Earth from a fallen asteroid recorded by specialized people on the field of science.

As they grew and developed in various speed of time, they began to attack and slay every innocent individuals around the planet; marking the beginning of their unresolvable domination that still occurs up to this day.

Fortunately, some of the people who avoided the dangers brought by these horrible nightmarish lifeforms were intelligent and applicable enough to stand as a leader and participate in other various positions as they build their own force; with the agenda solely dedicated for the destruction of their villanous monsters.

They proposed plans in preparation to strike back as a revenge for their deceased fellow humans while the researcers and scientist proceeded to search for a key that will enable them to unlock the weakness in result to take down these monsters all at once.

That is, until one day; luck came into their side when they successfully gathered a research about this particular plant that holds juices which can act as acidic liquid to evaporate and poison the disfigured bodies easily.

They scanned through every areas where this plant could appear, and they included it on their mission to assign for their outlaws in command whenever they get dispatched from outside to face these diabolical monsters roaming around.

Just like today, two of the agents from one of the headquarters in Japan named YN and his sidekick Momo were tasked to collect some herbal plant for a new experimentation to be performed.

Scanning around the surroundings of Kyoto, they managed to detect one; which leads them to an abandoned mall. They entered together with the hopes of discovering one for them to finally believe their findings.

"The dot is blinking at the center." YN who is holding the tracker in his hand while walking, said to Momo flashing a light around just like him. "If we will based it from the interior map of this mall..."

"... that means the plant we're looking for is..." Momo and YN stopped on their tracks as they reached the border of the open grounds of the mall. Lowering her head, YN looks at her while waiting for the next words for him to listen. "... down here."

"Basement. We're going to the parking lot." YN specified after getting what Momo is pertaining to. "Cmon, we gotta hurry up and look for emergency stairs that will take us there."

Momo and YN quickened the speed of their steps. "Here!" he exclaimed but not that loud, as they're still trying not to create too much noise to attract monsters that might be strolling around nearby.

They went downstairs and reached the basement. It was dark, empty and almost suffocating with the almost less than average amount of air consisting the place. "Let's stick together. Stay by my side, I don't want one of us to get lost in the dark." YN grabbed Momo's wrist and pulled it closer to him. The black curly haired Japanese woman felt slightly astounded at her partner's sudden touch.

As they continued to cautiously look around while illuminating some spots with the use of their flashlights, they finally directed theirselves into a bush filled with the special herbal plant they've been looking for.

"Gotcha." YN pulls out his scissors and plastic bag. He cuts the stem of the leaves one by one and placed it inside the container while Momo is keeping his vision clear with her light.

After they finished, they both faced each other as YN returns the things back to his backpack. "We're now done. Let's go head back to the base."

Momo nodded. As they're about to walk back to the entrance of the emergency stairs, Momo accidentally kicked a single empty can scattered in the ground; creating loud sounds of metal clanging echoed throughout the parking lot.

"Shit!" Momo cursed under her breath. She gritted her teeth and shuts her eyes in irritation at the accident she has done.

"Oh no." YN looked at her frightenedly. Creepy roars became audible to them from a distance, signalling that the sounds has indeed attracted some of the monsters at the end far away from them in the parking lot to become attracted at the noise.

Hearing some increasing sounds of footsteps, YN and Momo's instincts became aware of what's about to happen. "T-they're coming. We have to run. NOW!"

YN didn't cared anyone if he raised his voice. The monsters already knew of their presence now anyway. It was no use to play safe.

Momo and YN dashed through the steps upstairs and went back to the first floor of the mall. Screeches and intimidating growls greeted them too as it seems like they got alerted too that an invader has arrived in their territory.

Preparing theirselves for a fight to ensue with these bastards, they pull out their handy weapon; a gun out of their waist pocket. While they're on a run for survival, YN and Momo begun to encounter one tethered creature along their way. It looked at them fiercely and opened his mouth to show its hunger, with the black substance slowly coming out from it; effectively disguted the both outlaws.

Without any further ado, YN shot the monster straight to its head double times. "Go! Go! Keep moving forward! We might get trapped!" He encouraged Momo to proceed running by tapping her shoulder.

More monsters emerges from the shadows, YN and Momo back and forth fires bullets to each of them as they defend theirselves side by side. It doesn't mean an easy escape for them now as they also had to face some monsters who had a slightly tougher skin and more resistance to damage.

They why it left both YN and Momo to reveal their secondary weapon they carry with them to finish this in no matter of time. Sliding out their katanas from their backs, they start slashing and cutting all the parts of monsters; causing it to get ripped out or left open with the insides and blood to flow out.

Too occupied with their respective enemies, Momo didn't noticed that a hand from a nearly slained monster just grabbed her foot. She kicked it repeatedly to let go, only for a monster to have an opportunity to charge at her and send her to the ground, dropping her gun away from her.

The monster tried to push its face closer to Momo so that it could get an infectious bite. Momo groaned through her all strength to push the monster away until she uses a knife to aggressively stab the neck. It left her in shock when it is still moving and doing all its best to include Momo as its next victim.

Not until when she had to witness a brutal kill close to her as YN yelled at the frightening sight of Momo about to be devoured by the hideous creature. "MOMO!" He ran and swung his katana to the left, straightfully aiming it on the head and decapitating the monster as its blood splattered around his overpowered sidekick.

Momo was just laying down on the ground, still eyes wide open in shock and confusion about what just happened. The body slowly collapsed in front of her and YN's figure appeared on her vision as it kneeled down and checked on her. "A-are you okay, Momoring? Did you get bitten?"

"Y-yeah. I'm good. Not a single scratch." Momo nodded. YN thankfully didn't found any bite marks around Momo's exposed skin. Due to relief and being afraid of nearly losing Momo, he immediately pulled her closer to him; where he cuddled the stunned Momo around her arms for comfort.

"Thank God I was alarmed right on time to save you." YN muttered as he took more time to feel the still alive and well partner of his who is now blushing and fluttered much at the contact of their bodies together.

Around half an hour later, they both safely returned back to their base. Informing good news to them about successfully collecting plants for a wider research and purposive experiments, their comrades along with their very own command leader thanked and congratulated them for accomplishing their task.

Back in their own rooms, YN was placing back his belongings to his locker when a knock on the door grabbed his attention. It was Momo standing there with a white towel on her hand.

"Oh, hey. I didn't noticed you there." YN said as he closed the locker and fold a towel to his arm too. "What do you want us to talk about?"

"I just wanna say thank you for earlier." Momo smiled appreciatingly. "You saved my life out there. If it wasn't for you, I would probably be one of those infected now, insanely limping around the mall without no memories of how I lived as a human before."

"I had to it. You're my sidekick, Momo. It's my responsibility to put you in no harm. We got each other's back and I would never let you slip out of my sight unless I'm contended enough that I'm looking at you safe and alive." YN replied to her grateful message.

"Yeah I can see that. You just proved that a while ago, and I couldn't be more contented than to pour all of my trust for you to take care of me as much as I want to do the same for you." Momo giggled and tightened her hold on her towel as she shyfully swayed her body.

YN stepped closer to her and stood in front of her near the door. "But could you do the same thing for me about something that I've been hiding from you ever since I get to meet you when you were assigned to be my new partner?" He asked, looking around her features that never failed to make your butterflies in your stomach to go wild.

"Uhm... w-what is it?"

YN sighed and looked around the hallway, wanting this to become a moment only you two could understand and hear each other out. "I like you, Momo. I really do. That's what it keeps me always motivated and devoted from treating you good and keeping you safe and comfortable beside me. You know I lost a partner before, I sweared to myself that I'll never lose one again. Then you came, and you made me feel this something in my heart almost undescribable for me to begin with. Now I know to myself that if something happens to you, I never forgive myself for that... and a part of myself will never recover if you do."

Momo was just standing there in surprise as she watches her friend and mentor confessing his love courageously in front of her. Her heart blossomed, blood rushing fast in her body up towards her cheeks to form intense blushes when she finally got to know that her crush adores her back.

"I know you'll be shocked. I can see it already. You didn't expect me to be this emotional and heartfelt for you but just to let you know, I've been waiting for this moment to come. To finally tell you how much I love you." YN chuckled as he placed his hands on his back and lowered his back in embarassment. "And now, I'll only get to wish that you're fe-"

His words were cut off when YN weren't allowed to speak anymore by Momo who interrupted him by cupping her slim hands to each sides of his faces. She squeezed his cheeks and Momo enjoyed how adorable you looked when she tame you like this.

"Uhh... ehh... M-momo?" You asked confusedly with your muffled voice.

"You don't have to do that too any longer, YN. I'm here to grant it all right now, because I love you too YN."

Momo kissed YN, sending shockwaves through his body as he feel and taste the sincere love gesture across his lips. Melting at the intimacy, YN surrendered from his desires as he touched Momo back by placing his hand behind her head and pull her closer to deepen the passionate kiss.

As they released, both of them laughed sheepishly from one another before they smiled softly. It didn't last long for Momo however, when an idea popped up in her mind that led to the curve of her lips transform into a playful smirk.

"Follow me, YN." Momo holds your hand and pulls you with her.

"Uhh hey, sure but... where are we going?"

Taking a turn to the right hallway, both of you entered a room. It had to recognize immediately from the toilet and showerhead connected to the walls that Momo had just led you to the headquarters' public bathroom.

"W-wait, why did you take us here? This is for anyone?!" You hissed at Momo after you glanced at the sign on the door.

"Don't worry about it. No one will catch us if we won't get too obvious~" Momo said as she caressed your chest and looked at you with her changing aura.

"Look at me." She turned your head to face her.

"Isn't it good to save water, especially when are in a midst of an apocalyse?" Momo asked.

"Y-yeah." You nodded. "Momo, are you saying that..."

"Yeah. I just thought what if... we just clean ourselves up by showering TOGETHER?~" Momo seductively smirked as she gripped your toned arms. You gulped at her growing lost visible in her eyes. She stole your towel and joined it with hers as she hooked it on of the available cubicle doors.

"Let's get started, shall we? We still have to rest afterwards." Momo pulled you with her again, inserting yourself in a free space only occupied by you and her; where she could get to enjoy her time with you tonight for a steamy shower.

She had you in for another kiss before she stood straight in front of you. "What are you waiting for? I'm dirty, take these off from me first." Momo said as she spreaded her arms, causing to inflate her visible cleavage from the tightness of her smelly and filthy suit from the innards of those monsters both of you killed in the mission.

For the first time ever, it won't be your leader that you'll get to comply with her commands to you You are into Momo tonight, and you're willing to serve and satisfy what she wants and needs for you to make her feel pleasured tonight.

You ran your hand behind Momo, searching for the tip of the zipper and trailing it down to her lower back. There were supporting straps included in her outfit to add stability of its grip to her body and you unbuckled those too; exposing her back to the cold air filling the entire room.

Holding the two folds of her suit, you seperated it further to allow her to slip off the straps in her shoulders. The cups of her pure black laced bra barely managed to contain her large mounds that were irresistible for you not to salivate with.

Her well-built abs displayed on her midsection were also unveiled as you go deeper from sliding off her garment. Her top is now hanging below, noticing that it was caused by her shorts not removed yet from her waists.

You inserted your fingers inside the waistband and pulled it downwards, as she is now in her matching black panties as well.

Finally making her half naked, you hanged her dirty clothes at the door and admired the view of her incredible body for a while.

"Enjoying the view? Can you believe it that these are all... for you to use if you want to feel good?"

"Fuck, I couldn't even depict if I'm dreaming right now or not." You muttered as you shuddered at her sultry tone. "This is so unreal."

"Come and find it out then." She smickered as you stepped forward on her. Momo took the turn to strip all your clothes until you were left with nothing but your boxers outlining your fully erected cock. She couldn't help but to bit her lips at how fascinating it looks.

"You're so big. I can't wait to feel it stuffed in my mouth." Momo muttered as she lowered her sight. She looked back up to you and embraced each other up again with her pulling your face close to hers as you wrap your arms around her waist.

As both of you make out, her supple breasts were now squished to your chest as you leaned more to her. You grabbed those meaty ass of hers and slowly squeezed it as you feel her skin filling the gap of your hands.

"God, you look so freaking sexy Momo." You said as you looked at her magnificent figure in a black lingerie, effectively turning you on.

"I would really love for you to say that to me often." Momo giggled.

"Oh be assured with that."

Your hands roamed to her sides before it landed on her large boobs as you begun to massage and caressed it with your hands, feeling its softness and perfectly weight for it to bounce on your hold.

Grasping the lock between the two cups, you untangled it and opened her bra, revealing your gift as two bare delicious breasts greeted your eyes.

You licked your tongue and looked at Momo who is anticipating for you to do what's on your mind. "Go ahead, like I said. It's all yours."

Delighted at that permission, you fondled her obs before you finally get to discover its insatiable taste by suckling her hardened nipples and brown areola to her right breasts.

Not wanting to leave the other unattended, you palmed it with all gentle as you get to enjoy sucking her tits. Momo purred and ruffled your hair in a slow pace while taming you once again.

Circling and kisisng every spots of her right breast, you moved forward after to her left breast and did exactly the same; however you did something different this time as you flickered your tongue in her nipples and licked her underboob while your other hand travels down to her panties.

Momo felt your hand invading her wet cavern as you slipped in to her panties and inserted your slender fingers there. Now that you give attention to her crotch, she did the same as she holds your hardened shaft still imprisoned by the confines of your boxers.

She slowly stroked it as she moans with the movements of your fingers pumping in and out on her pussy while on the hand, you whimpered at the feeling of her strokes to your dick as your face is buried between her cleavage.

Kissing her neck and lips once more after you freed her breasts, you seperated your face away from Momo to allow her to kneel and lower down your boxers, finally revealing your huge cock that almost hit her face when it sprung.

"Mmm~ it even looks bigger at this angle." Momo said, licking her lips as she reached out and performed some strokes while your pre-cum streams down in her fingers.

You sighed and groaned as she played with your throbbing shaft more and more until she decided to have a taste of it by circling the tip and your head.

She moaned as she pumped her head more inch by inch to your length, making every skin not left stained with the mix if your pre-cum and her saliva. Licking and slurping as she traced your bulging veins of your impressive length, she curled her fists tighter to add more pressure on her strokes.

You glanced Momo doing a blowjob to you from above and moaned at the pleasure she has been giving you masterfully. Your satisfied sounds is what makes Momo to smile that she's doing the right thing.

She raised your cock and blew your testicles as she toyed it on her hands, your eyes largened at the new found refreshing feeling that Momo spotted. It wasn't a matter of time before your balls gets to join your cock on getting wet with Momo's slobbering mouth.

She sucked each of your balls while pumping your length as she stares above at you with her hungry pair of orbs before she returns to it and gave you an instant deepthroat, you grunted at the heat and the gags that envelopes and vibrated your manhood.

Lasting for almost 10 seconds later, she removed her face away from being almost buried in your shaved groin before she introduced to you next her another way of pleasuring your manhood.

Putting your shaft between her ample mounds, she used it to ejaculate you as your moaned grow louder at how the pillowy and comfortable feeling it sends to your body.

She stopped moving, silently instructing you to do it on your own this time. It motivated you to buckle your hips as you thrusted forward and out repeatedly with your cock still trapped between her jiggling breasts as she holds it steadily.

Momo felt your cock twitching and sensed it as a signal that you're now close to reach your orgasm. She joined your movements and now the both of you are cooperating to make you finally let loose until your cum has successfully spurted out to Momo's face, breasts and some in her hair.

It was too much that Momo had to scooped every stream of it and take it to her mouth to prevent it from being wasted. As she finished, Momo glanced at you and raised herself back up to equal your height.

"So delicious." She commented on the load you delivered for her. Letting you breath out to rest a bit from your orgasm, Momo decided to tell you something first to alarm you what she prefers to do next. "You get to taste me now, don't want you to be the one who gets left behind."

She sat in the toilet seat and spreaded her legs for you. You took the initiative to crouch down and plant you lips to her glistening folds as Momo whimpered at how you carefully spreaded her entrance.

Your tongue invaded her pussy and wiggled it against her insides. Momo moaned in ecstasy as she is now the one feeling how is it to be pleasured orally by her mate and lover.

Her arousal keeps on increasing as she gets to feel every bit of your lips and tongue moving in sync all around her walls while it traces the line of her slit. You even focused on her puffy clit and blew it before you kissed it repeatedly.

"O-ohhh my~ YN... Y-yes yes right there!" Momo cries out as she gripped your hair and pushed your face more to her cavern when she found out that you successfully hit her g-spot. Meanwhile, you observed that your lips and chin are getting wetter from her fluids leaking out.

Momo groped her own breasts to add the euphoria as you continued to tongue fuck her pussy and eat it in an increasing intensity. This reached the required method for her to began quivering her legs as she is now about to reach her orgasmic bliss.

Few more pumps from your fingers who just joined in a late timing while you licked her folds still, she gave her final howl as she squirted out her juices in your face while you attempted to catch some of it in your mouth for you to drink and have a taste of her too.

As she panted to rid out her newly arrived orgasm, you stood up and opened the shower head where the water is now flowing out to the floor. You lend a helpful hand to Momo and she accepted it with a smile.

Both of you shared a reassuring and caring eyes that you two always give for one another in your missions together before Momo nodded and gave you a proof that she is ready for this moment.

Knowing that she's all fine with this, you quickly went to work right away as you stood behind Momo who bended for you.

You slowly entered her body with your hardened cock and gently pumped it in to her welcoming hole before you get to hold each of her wrists and position yourselves in stand and deliver.

You groaned at the sensation as you pounded Momo from behind, her juicy ass rippling from the impact of your body bumping at her while she moans in pleasure at the feeling of your cock rubbing her insides.

She was amazed at how you immediately discovered her g-spot too early and now she has this lustful smile plastered on face as you kept on fucking her.

You amped your thrusts harder, sending Momo to purse forward. Her moans turns to screams as she truly enjoys the combined strength of your pounding and your largening cock drilling up her pussy.

"Fuck... fuck... FUCK! Oh my god you're so great in this, YN. I'm so-mhmmm-turned on right now!"

Sounds of claps from the collision of your wet bodies together goes louder, her hanging hair and breasts were both swaying and bouncing matching the pace of your cock lunging into her.

Few more rams to give into her and you shot out your second load out of her gaping hole, your cum landed all over back which didn't lasted long as it were all washed away by the water from the shower.

Momo noticed her body being carried back up with your hands grabbing underneath her shoulders as you stood her with her back facing your chest. She leaned onto it as she felt your hands knead her tits once again but with a slimy feeling as you added some liquid soap in your palm before rubbing it all over her skin.

As you covered her entire body with soap, Momo does the same for you. However, she left your lower part ignored for a while when you pulled her with you as you sat in the toilet seat and Momo understood the initiation real quick.

Your member pointed straight ahead at Momo's used pussy, assisting her to easily insert it back on her as she slowly sat in your lap with her cock filling her up again.

She rode you in a reverse sitting cowgirl, bouncing herself in a moderate pace while you returned on playing with her hypnotizing huge breast while grazing her puckered clit through your fingertips; sending her into the familiar sensation she just had earlier.

Adding it with some grinding of her hips, you moaned with her at how it feels so good having your cock going in different angles as it kept on thrusting inside her walls. Holding it as your substitute handle to maintain her balance, you nibbled around her nape as Momo whimpered at your soft lips gliding around her smooth skin as you continuously slammed her rear in your crotch.

You gripped harder into Momo, tightened fingers leaving some prints in her skin. She tilted her head and pressed her lips against yours, dueling for another sloppy kiss as she sucked and licked your teeth and sides of your tongue while you explored her mouth that will contrast to her lustful actions. You moaned with her on the kiss before you halted on fucking her moist pussy to remove her on your lap. That's for her to make her straddle your erection and face you now where she can easily kiss you back and for you to gnaw and suck on her hardened nipples after. "Ugh ugh nghh mmhphh I-I'm cumming! haah haah oh!" assorted noises escaped Momo's as the only thing she could react at your huge meaty girth pummeling her walls roughly, making her bounce extremely and voice go shaky until you let out your third wave of sticky cream spurting high enough to mess Momo's face, breasts and torso again.

In retribution, Momo also timed her squirt along with your cum release as her warm juices flooded your thighs and legs after you lift her up; a fair situation to occur.

There were footsteps that joined the sound of the running water from the shower as you and Momo noticed that there's two fellow members of their organization just entered the bathroom and mind their own business.

You paused to guard any obvious movements of theirs in case they might accidentally get caught red-handed so you and Momo had to be careful with this.

As you're about to be contented that none of them suspects anything as they continue to talk about a random topic not minding someone very near to them is taking a shower while secretly engaging to have a sex with a fellow comrade who is a sexy woman inside the cubicle, Momo surprises you when she steps behind you and grabbed your sensitive cock; awakening its hardness back as she strokes it.

"W-what the- Momo!"

"Ssh~ Be quiet if you don't want them to see us like this." Momo whispered in your ear. You failed to contain a moan in your mouth as she involves her another hand to roll your balls in her fingers while she proceeds to pump your length until it's erected again. "Just imagine, they take a peek and led theirselves to watch you getting jacked off by a fine lady like me. They'll be so jealous to be in your position. Do you even realize how lucky you are on winning the heart of a woman like me?"

She rotated you and stared at you with her cunning smirk, you shook your head at this new side of the seductress that you will be getting to meet frequently from now on whenever her horny state got activated.

As the loud voices of those two men decreases, signifying that they just walked out of the room and leaving both of you to be alone again, you took the opportunity to speak again to address what she just did.

"You're crazy for that, Momoring. I barely had to endure that." You said as you sighed deeply and looked at your manhood standing and poking her abs.

"That's what you do to me, YN." Momo winked and pinched your cheeks. "Let it all out on me, we'll go for last round then we can wash ourselves fully after."

"Alright. What do you want us to do next?"

"Hmm~ I want to try... this."

Momo raised her one leg and you hold for support as she stand with her other leg only planted in the tiles of the floor. She moved your cock closer to her entrance and you took that as a signal to slid into her, setting yourselves up in another new sex position in similarity of a ballet dancer through its required form of stance.

You kissed Momo on the lips as she wrapped her arms around your head while you rammed into her wet core mercilessly and aggressively to test how it will took Momo to give in.

Feeling her insides compressing your cock as you rocked her body back and forth, you let a muffled moan in tune with her own as both were feeling the pleasure invading their nearly drained bodies.

Momo was challenged to strengthen her grip into you as she is now raising both of her legs in the air when you lifted the other one before sending her in the wall to lean on while you cornered her on fucking her precious little tight pussy.

"Ooh ahh ungh Y-YN... I love this so much~ I knew it would be awesome when it's been done by you."

"Damn, Momo you're so freaking hot. Why I couldn't get enough of you."

"So as I! Give it all you got, YN. Don't be easy on me. Oh god I can't wait to do this with you everytime we want."

"As you say so, Momo. Fuck it feels so incredible!"

You drilled your cock into her pussy upwards as Momo insanely bounced in the intensity of the impact of your crotch clapping with her thick ass. Her moans and screams alternate until you interrupted her by shutting her damn noisy mouth with your rough kiss.

Another slow grinds and palming of her supple breasts to give yourself a short timeout before you returned the speed by thundering her loving hole with your maximized manhood.

Momo felt that twitching again in her velvety tunnel, knowing that you're close on your end. "D-do it inside! I want you to fill me up!"

"Are you sure? Is that safe?"

"Yeah positive. I took birth control earlier. Just trust me, please I want you to make me feel good for the final time."

The desperate pleads of your lover on making her satisfied and enjoy is too harsh to be denied. Strong few thrusts and your cock called it a wrap as it spasmed at the splash of wave flowed into her insides, giving her the first ever creampie from you.

Her face lit up and eyes shined white while she gaping her mouth in awe as you suckled on her tits one more to ride her orgasm away with your shaft still remained in her slimy pussy.

She loved how it absolutely makes her full as you couldn't even count how many times your cock gave ropes of pearly fluid that resulted in Momo to feel how it overflowed and broke out of her folds, your liquid streaming down in the sides of her fluffy thighs.

You slipped your cock out of her dominated core and helped her to sit on the toilet. You cursed in admiration at when the sight has became visible to you of Momo's lustful smile watching the continuous leaking of your seed out of her.

Both were slightly sweaty and spent at your first ever sex with her new girlfriend, you did a couple of inhale and exhale, planting both of your palms and lower your head as you breathe heavily.

"We did it so well..." Momo said as she scooped some of your cum and sucked her fingers with it to have a taste of its saltiness. "Our bodies were indeed compatible with each other."

"I'll take it as part of our destiny to be matched together." You chuckled and smiled unbelievably at Momo's never-fading dirty talks. "Stop doing that now, you're sounding like you want another one."

"What if I do?" Momo dared you as she crossed her legs and stares at you menacingly.

"I would like to give it to you, but no thanks. That's enough for tonight, Momoring. We have to take a proper bath now. Don't you want to rest?" You declined her dare as you stepped below the shower to wash yourself.

Momo saw your serious expression and pouted. "But I'm just kidding though. Don't be too serious." She replied as she went away from the toilet to join you.

You looked at her and assumingly sensed her worriedness and tensed emotion. She was focused on scrubbing her skin with soap when you turned her to face you and cooperate with you on another passionate kiss.

"I should be telling the same as you. Chill, okay? I'm not mad. It's just a joke, I know. I don't even see that for my blood to boil at you with just tiny thing such as that. I just love you so much Momo and I'll always think of what you feel for me." You patted her head and kissed her again in her peachy colored cheek.

"How sweet of you, YN." Momo blushed at your heartfelt words. She coiled her arms around you and glanced. "I'll do the same, ofcourse. Remember that now in our relationship, we'll be as one and it will stay like that for the rest of our lives. Whatever it takes for us to keep on surviving and defending ourself against the odds around us. I love you."

"I love you too, Momo. I will be your protector and romancer until time will tell us how we end."

"Till death do us part." Momo added and you nodded agreeingly at her truthful oath. You kissed again before continuing to freshen yourselves up on a cold bath to ensure your entire cleanliness.

You and Momo sneakily returned to your respective rooms and dressed up before rejoining again, as you proudly and joyfully cuddled with her to make your relationship official for anyone in the camp to see and determine the good news.

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Wakana Classics 2024 Mini Report

2024/12/18 Setlist 1.Yureru Haru 2.Kara 3.Kibō 4.Rain 5.When she loved me 6.Inochi no Namae 7.Kaze no Tōri Michi 8.Monoke Hime 9.snow falling (Kalafina) 10.Underneath the Tree (Kelly Clarkson) 11.Shirushi 12.Kinmokusei 13.Flag 14.Asu no Yumemite Utau 15.Magic Moment Encore 1.Happy Hello Day Encore 2.Sono Saki e After Event.Yume no Yukue

Some highlights: Kibō my beloved 😍, the entire anime block was to die for! I loved every second of it! Non-stop tears😭 snow falling was such a treat. It’s a favourite of mine and Wakana’s cover is honestly amazing!!! When she started talking about the upcoming Kalafina Live I got so emotional. Everyone is so excited and they can’t wait for is to hear their harmony again. Hopefully they will sing snow falling in January 🙏🙏🙏Never heard that Kelly Clarkson song before but Wakana slayed! Overall it was such a good live with so many great performances. A few forgotten lyrics but that’s almost part of Wakana’s charm by now😅Her reaction is always so cute (I do feel bad for her though because it obviously bothers her).

The little talk with her cellist Masateru (Teru) Nishikata was super fun. For those of you who don’t know, he played the cello for Kalafina many times so they know each other well. This was the first time he joined one of Wakana‘s solo events. He was moved to tears and also beyond excited for the Kalafina reunion live. He mentioned regretting the sudden disbandment because they never got the chance to do a proper goodbye. Wakana is relieved about this reunion (even though it is also very sudden). Wonder if that means Teru will be one of the band members…?

Random side note: Poor girl was killed by her high heels today so she had to return to the stage with bare feet.

I hate myself for being shy during the send-off. Wish I would’ve been able to say something like last time🫣This time I was just too nervous and staff members were rushing me☠️ I think she recognised me though and wished me a safe journey back home.

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Before the concert, I did some Wakana activities. First I had lunch at MinMin, a small 🥟gyoza🥟 restaurant. Then I went to see the exhibition at Ginza Art Aquarium. Such great experiences❣️

Of course I got all the merch. Wakana is so cute in the pamphlet photos💕💕What an adorable hairstyle! Also got a lot of snacks from fellow fans🤗

#kalafina #wakana #wakana classics 2024 #news #setlist #report #live report #personal

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fastlikealambo · 1 year ago

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just got out of the hunger games

this movie worked my pussy out

when I tell you every person from the extras to the tributes with five minutes of screen time went to set to slay and THEY DID THAT

rachel zegler was treated like shit for months over absolutely nothing and she is fucking phenomenal, just fucking magnetic on screen my god her voice??? I can't wait to listen to the soundtrack. Lucy gray had my heart every minute, and you root for her every minute god Rachel was just so FUCKING GREAT

tom blyth was incredible and you can see the hints of the president snow we all know and loathe from the very beginning of his performance. I kinda almost wish they had split into 2 films because the rise and fall and rise again of coryo was a treat to watch

viola davis needs to play a bond villian YESTERDAY, I don't think she's done a role quite like this before so let viola davis be unhinged in front of a camera more often

hunter schafer has such an old hollywood face, tigris snow is such a kind and loving character in the book and while they cut her role down a bit too much in the movie, hunter devoured and I wanted all of her outfits

what's crazy is that the hunger games has such tight world building so you know what's going on but the universe is still so unexplored that I can't help but want more movies or books because I think there are more pre katniss stories to be told, god this was so damn good

oh and (spoilers below)

I'm sorry, you can't make me believe that Lucy Gray died, I think he might have clipped her but she didn't die just hid out in the north being hot and playing guitar

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #rachel zegler #tom blyth #lucy gray baird #coriolanus snow

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1989taylorsversion · 2 years ago

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Y'ALL I'M STILL TRYING TO PROCESS IT WAS SO GOOD AND I'M SO TIRED but here are some of my thoughts from opening night recalled to the best of my abilities:

When she started with Miss Americana I legit thought I was on hallucinatory drugs

When she then proceeded to sing multiple songs from Lover BEFORE explaining that we were doing one era at a time, I was kinda panicking thinking this was Loverfest

I thought she was going to use the Lover house throughout the entire show as a way to change between eras and I almost flung myself to a premature death

THE ARCHER??? was so good and at this point I started to recover after learning we were just in the Lover section

The entire Evermore section was INSANE like... again I thought I was hallucinating??? TIS THE DAMN SEASON AND THEN MARJORIE?? TWO OF MY FAVES?? WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS ON THE FLOOR

I know people are mad Speak Now only got one song but realistically we had to sacrifice something and when she walked out in that big ass dress I once again cried because it was pure nostalgia and it was perfect imo

ATW10 was one of the most powerful live performances I've ever witnessed

The reputation section was a bolt of adrenaline and I was GAGGED by her performance of LWYMMD with all the dancers as old Taylors...

She did so much from folklore and I did not survive any of it... Betty live was like a dream come true... I think I blacked out for half of this section

I WAS THRILLED WHEN SHE SET THE LOVER HOUSE ON FIRE DURING BAD BLOOD... SHE REALLY SAID ENOUGH!!!! THE HOUSE IS DEAD!!!!!!!

The entire Midnights section was a total slay but particularly Mastermind and Vigilante Shit were sooooo good???? The way she performed both of those songs...

MIRRORBALL ACOUSTIC ON THE GUITAR WAS THE NAIL IN MY COFFIN IT WAS LITERALLY ME AND TAYLOR IN THE ROOM AND NO ONE ELSE AND I WAS SOBBING A DREAM COME TRUE!!!!!!!!!!

Generally speaking the stage was insanely cool, and the visuals were stunning... Like every moment of the production was absurdly good

#taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour

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my old elementary school has a fun fair every june and they set up karaoke for a students to try out and I just KNOW IN MY SOUL. that warriors would freak the fuck out.

he'd sign up almost immediately, picking any popular song he could think of and making a whole crowd of 4th graders watch him as he crumbles to his knees on the dirty grass just singing his heart out for karaoke, tears and all. he does it for majority of the event and someone eventually has to stop him from taking up all the opportunities and let other people try IT WOULD BE INSANE.

by the end of it all he gets a standing ovation from everyone and goes home thinking about whether or not he just absolutely slayed or he accidentally gave so many kids a headache...

THAT SOUNDS SO FUN

The thing about Wars is I know he has the passion to be some kind of music star or performer, he has the dramatic ass personality, he was born for the stage he’d fucking thrive there, any modern au where he’s never so much as participated in a school musical is wrong (/j ofc)

But when it comes down to his actual talent level I’m unsure on whether I think he’d be so painfully bad that it loops back around to being GOOD just because of the amount of energy he puts into it, or if he’d actually be fucking fantastic at it. Because on one hand, him being a performer would require him havin’, yknow, talent, but on the OTHER hand the idea that he just comically sucks is too good to pass up. Like i mean vine/tiktok level of can’t sing but it’s the funniest thing you seen in your life so its actually somehow better than the original song

Either way, watching him pour out his heart and soul would be so entertaining because you either walk away like “oh so that was the voice of god” or “that was life changing. he cant sing for shit but i’ve never been more captivated or impressed in my whole life” but the passion is there both ways

#jes ask #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu wars

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ateez-himari · 4 months ago

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GQ MAGAZINE; SEGMENT

The Coachella-slaying, multi-language-singing, genre-obliterating members of Ateez are quickly becoming load-bearing stars of our global pop universe.

August 15, 2024

The expensive clothing layered onto the smallest frame in the group depicts an almost untouchable image, yet when the youngest member in question turns around it is pure warmth that decorates doll-like features when greeting the photographers. Himari is often referred to as innocence itself - main rapper Mingi calling her 'angel' several times throughout the shoot - due to radiating happiness in an effortless manner, though it reportedly was not always this simple.

Mental health has long been an avoided topic in the industry even amongst increasing hiatus frequencies, so when the maknae was struggling with heavy depression many remained unaware of her predicament. When asked about the impact of having to fight while keeping up an idol image, she explains that: "At times I couldn't even distinguish which one was the real me, the one who was tired of even having to wake up, or the one smiling at Atiny while performing."

"Even when I was genuinely happy felt like acting." She continues, manicured fingers fidgeting with a golden ring. "It was such a terrifying time in my life, but it helped me realize that there was no merit in pretending to be someone else or hiding my true feelings. Anger, pain, joy, fear, there's not one emotion less valuable than the others so now I feel them as they come along."

Seeing the avoidance in eye contact when talking about this topic I apologize profusely thinking that this might not have been the appropriate route, but she simply laughs before gracing me with one of her beloved cat-like smiles. "In truth I'm very shy." She reassures me. "People often see me as this very assured person because of how I am on stage, but in settings like these I tend to be much more introverted than with people I'm acquainted with."

The group is well known for hypnotizing performances high in energy with four members forming the 'Demon Line', adequately named after the specific type of personas they tend to embody on stage, which she happens to be part of. Conversing with me however is indeed a rather timid young woman, despite the dark makeup making her gaze much more piercing, who does not seem to share any commonalities with the siren witnessed by the audience.

Just when our eye opening conversation comes to an end several members come over to their youngest, praising her gorgeous visuals enhanced through the well chosen outfit. Therein lies another charm of this rapidly rising group, their genuine connections to each other. Being around the same people almost every minute of the year can undoubtedly become tiring yet even during the unit shoot between San, Seonghwa, Jongho and Himari, the atmosphere feels more like a regular poolside hangout than work.

While some poses do seem somewhat awkward between friends - such as Seonghwa holding her against his bare chest as he holds a thumb on her bottom lip - their six years together has built a strong sense of trust and comfort. A comfort that resonates as clear as the youngest's laughter while the older members threaten to throw her into the water, Jongho holding her across his shoulders like she weighs next to nothing.

[....]

Unique artistic expression plays a very large part in building an intriguing image around the group. ATEEZ's captain has lately risen to be a fashion icon due to his experimental style, Mingi has created his own brand with the usage of his iconic 'Fix On', and their youngest creates divine ink paintings, some of which have since been placed as permanent expositions in galleries.

The three of them form something known as the 'Producer Line', and are responsible for creating the group's discography. Himari is also an active producer for other artists of various genres, the most notable being SHINee member, Taemin. The latter, recognized as the second Hand of Midas alongside her brother, BTS member Suga, is currently fast asleep on the changing room couch on their manager's shoulder, surrounded by music sheets written for their Coachella performances.

"When you first meet her, she seems very calm and carefree." Yeosang explains while removing the accessories from her hair. "In truth even being a maknae, she takes on very similar responsibilities to our captain. Her studio is practically a second home at this point, that's how much she works. She doesn't even realize it either so either Yunho or I have to come drive her back to the dorm."

It becomes clear through conversations with the members that their rise from small agency trainees to performers desired by multiple music festivals can be attributed to their hard work. Each have their own style, personalities and defining charms, which makes every stage unique. We can certainly look forward to much more success from these talented artists as they continue to mark the industry.

RELATED STORIES FOR GQ

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #himarinews♡

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starrgaziinggg · 1 year ago

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SMAU | UNDERCOVER JYP-U

chapter 24 -> 3RACHA slays (written 4k words)

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JYP-Universities annual charity week finale was always an event of grandeur. All classes were called off for the day - not only to celebrate the end of charity week, but as a prelude to the upcoming mid semester exams. Craft and food stalls were always set up around the campus grounds, which led to almost every student being outside during the day; eating and drinking with their friends.

That's what last years charity week finale looked like for you. Your friend group had spent the whole day together, from shopping around the stalls to drinking together before attending the night events. The night was always the best part - the uni always hosted a small concert, which ended in a fireworks display and celebrations that usually lasted until the early hours of the next morning.

This year would be different, though. Since you were on the student body, you had to attend your weekly meeting, in which you counted up what you'd made for the week and made an announcement. This was bound to take a couple hours out of your afternoon, but since the days events were all pre planned and you could enjoy them without student body stress, you didn't mind.

Plus, the concert for this years finale event was none other than 3RACHA themselves, which meant you had to get front row spots. The boys had been preparing for it in advance and as nervous as they were to perform for a venue as big as your university's outdoor auditorium, you knew how excited they were.

"Are you ready?" You hear Chae call, knocking on your bedroom door a couple times before coming in. There was one other reason the finale was going to be different from last years, and that was because you were nervous as hell. As much time as you and Hyunjin had spent together over the week, he hadn't asked you out. Which meant you were being held to your promise of asking him out. Tonight.

"Almost," you reply, sleepily trying to perfect your makeup. The week had all but drained you; after helping Ryujin and Lia during their event, running your own event and attending classes in between, you were really starting to feel the effects of having so much on your plate.

You finally finish, placing down the brush you were holding and turning to Chae for approval, blinking at her. She grins, digging through your drawer and pulling out a pallet. She tells you to close you eyes and places a sparkly colour in your inner corners.

"Perfect. Now you don't like you've had an hour of sleep," she smiles, letting you check in the pallettes mirror. You roll your eyes with a smile. "You ready to go? The girls are waiting to leave."

"Yup," you reply, grabbing your jacket off your door handle and shrugging it over your shoulders. Ryujin, Lia and Yuna are waiting in the living area, the three of them the epitome of bundles of joy. You didn't blame them, since the charity week finale got everyone hyper.

"Ready?" Ryujin asks, jumping up off the couch to give you a side hug. You nod in response as the girls start heading outside. Your plan was to look round the stalls on campus and then grab lunch with guys before you, Yuna, Ryujin and Lia have to go to the meeting.

Campus is all hustle and bustle like you expected, the courtyard littered with adorable stalls selling all sorts with students (and non students who attend the event) all over the place. The five of you look round each stall, conversing with the people running them and picking up pieces here and there. Whilst Yuna has both arms full of bags by the time you're certain you've left no stall untouched, you opted for a couple cute nicknacks and home bakes.

The guys are sprawled out on the grassy area, having already picked up your food. Chan, Changbin and Jisung are absent, which you pin down to concert practice, but all the other guys are eating, sunbathing and chatting. You were more than thankful the sunshine was still out mid October, a cool breeze making the warm day bearable.

"Look what the cat dragged in," Minho drawls when you girls make your descent onto the picnic blankets they've laid out, Yuna dumping her many shopping bags and making a beeline for the burrito Jeongin had gotten her. You can't help but hug Minho when you see him, still feeling awful about missing the signs of his injury and having seen very little of him since he'd started taking his schoolwork more seriously.

"Yeah yeah, nice to see you too," he laughs, hugging you back before you flop onto the blanket next to him. You give him a sheepish grin and turn to Felix.

"A little birdie told me you made brownies," you tilt your head at him, grinning wider when he rolls his eyes whilst handing you a tub full of goodies. Picking one out, you hand the tub back and dig in.

It's peaceful, sitting round all your friends with the sun shining down on you, catching up with the dull noise of commotion in the background. It makes you forget, just for a while, about that stupid account and all the shit they were stirring. Tired from walking round the stalls, you girls all lie down lazily, making yourselves comfortable.

Lia sits with Seungmin as he reads a book absentmindedly, whilst Yuna and Chae force Jeongin to make room on his blanket. Ryujin dumps herself in front of you, placing her head in the basket you'd made with your legs.

"I can't wait for 3RACHA's performance later," Lia says after a while, picking a grape out of the tub and popping it into her mouth as she reads the page Seungmin's on. "I've never heard them before."

"They're pretty good," Hyunjin replies from where he sits playing cards with Minho. "Ji said they're playing a lot of new songs too."

"You guys are lucky you can enjoy them perform without having had put up with every one of their pre-release performances," Felix laughs, being the one that Changbin, Ji and Chan always made watch their practices since he was the easiest to persuade. "I swear I almost went deaf from how much I listened to them practice."

"Yeah, sure," Ryujin tilts her head at Felix from beside you. "Do you remember back in the day when Ji made us and Jeongin listen to every single one of his songs and decide if they were worthy of soundcloud or not?"

Felix laughs at the memory, as does Jeongin, the two of them reminiscing from their times back in their hometown with Jisung and Ryujin.

"God, some of them were awful," Jeongin joins in, throwing his head back with giggles. "Wasn't there one song where he just consistently swore for two minutes straight?"

"Yeah, 'Fucker' was the title," Ryujin cackles, starting to play with the hem of your top absentmindedly. "I'm glad we persuaded him not to post that one."

"Sometimes I wish we'd all grown up together," Yuna says with a pout, which Hyunjin nods at. He wins the round of snap he was playing with Minho and gives him a shit eating grin, flashing you a smile in the process. You can't help but break the eye contact sheepishly.

"I don't think I'd have been able to put up with you lot for this long," Minho huffs, abandoning his game with Hyunjin after his consecutive losses.

"I second that," Seungmin grins, pausing from reading his book to chime in. He sends you a smirk which you stick your tongue out at. Nothing had really come from the news of his dad, other than that his dads situation was now a hot topic of conversation. Rumours were spreading like wildfire as they always did at your university, and you'd heard some pretty crazy accusations.

Perhaps the one that startled you the most was that Seungmin's dad had gotten into debt after spending all his money on drugs and had to set up a company as a ruse for his money laundering and hide his addiction. Seungmin had informed you that was far off the truth, and that he'd made an insane amount of money from dirty gambling and passed it over as money that had derived from his company, which had landed him 5 years in custody.

Seungmin didn't seem overly affected by it all, but that was just how he was. He focused on his studies and blocked out anything that could come in between his aspirations. You admired him for that.

"Nah, it would have been nice to have you guys back in the day. Putting up with Lix, Ji and Ryujin would have been much easier," Jeongin sighs, rubbing his arm when Ryujin sends a light punch his way.

"We were the ones that put up with you and your scrawny ass," Ryujin laughs, rolling her eyes when Jeongin mimics her. You tap your phone screen to display the time, groaning out loud when it's almost time for your meeting.

"Crunch time?" Jeongin says when he notices your dismay, you nod, starting to pack up your things. The others stay sprawled out on the grass, waving a good bye to the student body members as you all make your way to the meeting room. When you get there, however, Chan and Jisung are not in their usual places and welcoming everyone.

"Wonders never cease," Ryujin laughs as the two of you take your seats, nudging her arm into yours. You roll your eyes when Jeongin grins.

"I'm holding this against Chan for the rest of his sorry life," he says manically, rubbing his hands together with an evil smile. "He's never allowed to complain about me being late again."

It's that moment when Chan and Changbin rush into the room, sweaty and disgruntled. They flop onto their seats, Changbin instantly resting his head on the table.

"Sorry guys," Chan says instantly, wiping his brow. "We've been rehearsing all day and we lost track of time."

"Despicable behaviour," Jeongin tuts instantly, his blonde hair swaying with his motions, which Yuna snorts at.

"You guys prepared for tonight?" You ask them, failing to hide your smile. Changbin lifts his head to nod at you with a grin.

"Oh yeah," He says, drawing out the end of his words. "It's gonna be epic, trust."

"Anyway," Chan interrupts, pushing his damp strands out of his face. "Lets get this over with quickly so we can all get prepared for tonight. The money is here, in this box, separated into each event's earnings. You'll each count for your own event, Yuna you can help Jeongin, and then we'll add up the total."

You all get to work quickly, wanting to be thorough but also finish up with this as as soon as you could. In the back of your mind, all you were thinking about was getting ready and the night you had ahead of you. It was hard to look Hyunjin in the eyes on a normal day, that handsome face and dark eyes oh so intimidating, but knowing you were going to confess to him - the thought alone sent chills down your spine.

It takes you all two hours to properly count the money and add it all together and as it turns out you've skyrocketed past last years total. Chan is over the moon, as are your University superiors when he tells them the news.

"This is insane," Lia grins when Chan heads out to get the camera to film the video youd be posting online to reveal the total. She looks up at you with a grin. "It's so cool that you guys do this every year."

"It's like a win win for everyone," Yuna shrugs, reciprocating Lia's infectious smile. "We get to have a week of fun before mid sem exams, and we raise a tonne for charity. Plus it just puts everyone in a good mood."

"Honestly, I'd totally forgotten about that dumb account and all that crap this week," Jeongin adds, joining your conversation and leaning against the back of your chair. "I feel like reality's gonna crash down on me next week though."

"Well," Ryujin tilts her head at the younger boy. "Don't worry about that yet. We've got the rest of the night to watch the guys perform, get drunk and have fun."

"Do you know how many people are coming to watch, Changbin?" Yuna asks, and he shrug his shoulders.

"No idea honestly, but I hope it's a good few. Would be shit to play for an empty crowd."

You scoff, raising your eyebrows. "Are you kidding? You guys have been blowing up recently, I'm certain the auditorium is gonna be packed."

He smiles at your words, and you're glad that the two of you could get past what happened a couple weeks ago. You hated anything coming in between your friendships.

When Chan returns, he makes Yuna and Jeongin be the faces of the video since he and Changbin looked like ass. They were more than happy to oblige, and after another half an hour of Jeongin messing up his words the video was filmed. It was Ryujin's job to edit it, which only took her ten minutes, and with that the video was posted to the Universities account.

It blew up almost instantaneously, and your student body group huddled around Chan's phone watching the replies fly through. It was a great feeling, watching something you'd worked so hard at be successful.

You all peeled off soon after in great moods, heading back to your dorms to get ready for the nights events. With how nervous you were, even after Yuna made you do shots with her, you were surprised you could get ready at all. Your hands were shaking so much you had to wipe mascara off of your eyelids three times.

After another hour and a half of getting ready, the guys came over to hurry you girls up and chill in your dorm. When you've finally decided you can't perfect your makeup, hair and outfit any more, you take a deep breath before leaving your bedroom.

Minho comes through from your kitchen armed with drinks, so you take one before flopping on the sofa beside Seungmin. Hyunjin sends you a smile, which instantly sends you butterflies and makes you look away bashfully. You had no idea how you'd manage to get through the night with him until you confessed your feelings.

"Okay, since you girls took six years to get ready we need to leave in, like, now," Seungmin says, checking the time on his phone as punctual as ever.

"Down those drinks," Felix winks, which you oblige to, scooping the vodka concoction Minho had assembled before grabbing your belongings and following your entourage of friends. The streets of your university's campus are still bustling, and you could assume that people were starting to head back to their dorms to do a quick outfit change before the night time activities as you had all done.

Luckily, there were only a few people around the outdoor stage area as the set didn't start for another while, so your friend group politely nudged their way right to the front. You stood by Jeongin and Chae, deep into a discussion about whether Jisung would forget his lyrics or not. Another couple of bottles down and the place was packed. There were people stood as far as your eye could see, almost all of them people you didn't recognise.

It didn't surprise you that so many people had showed up to watch your friends perform, since they hadn't stopped growing in popularity since they had started to release their music. You even overhead a group of girls behind you gush about how hot Chan was, which made Jeongin snort and gag beside you.

The lights on the stage lit up, and the crowd interrupted into cheers as soon as one of 3RACHA's most famous songs started playing and one by one the boys came on stage to sing their parts. Of course, you and your friends screamed the loudest, singing along to every word and making sure to record the whole set.

In a break between songs, you feel someone's presence behind you and turn to find Hyunjin grinning down at you.

"They're amazing, right?" He shouts in your ear over the noise, and you nod whilst smiling back at him. "There's gotta be a couple thousand people here at least."

"It's insane," you reply, pulling him closer so he'd be able to hear you. 3RACHA's flurry of fan girls had lungs of steel. "I'm so proud of them, I could cry."

He doesn't say anything in response except tilts his head with a half smile, his dimple making an appearance. When the boys announce it's their final song there's a collective groan of sadness from the audience, but they jump right into it. All the while, Hyunjin is behind you, singing along, a hand placed gently on your shoulder.

Of course, you all manage to coax then into an encore. They play a lesser known song, but one of your favourites, and you have to refrain from screaming the lyrics alongside them. When Chan announces their departure, your friends turn to each other as people start to disperse.

"That was fucking incredible," Felix sighs contentedly, a huge smile on his face. "They're gonna be so big one day."

"When they played their most famous song I swear everyone sang it word for word," Yuna gushes, fawning over her talented friends. Minho and Seungmin merge over, and you feel Hyunjin take his hand away from your shoulder to talk to them. You hadn't even noticed it was still there, so accustomed to the feeling.

"So what's the plan? Wait for the guys and then head to the courtyard?" Minho asks, dad mode on as usual to sort the plan of action. You nod, since the courtyard would be lively with people drinking until the firework display started. You could already hear the music blasting over the speaker system.

You all spent the next hour mingling with mutual friends and drinking the day away. Chan, Changbin and Ji joined you all after taking a shower and getting ready, and there was a collective holler throughout everyone in the vicinity. You hugged them all, congratulating them on their first big concert, and they were gleaming the whole time.

"Did u see them? There were two chicks who screamed every lyric to every song," Jisung awes at you, pretending to swoon. "I think I'm having a subtle aneurism."

"Fuck subtle," Changbin adds, taking a swig of his beer. "I'm having a full on attack of some kind. Is this real life? Jeong, pinch me."

The younger boy does just that with an evil grin plastered to his face. Changbin doesn't even bat an eyelid when he pinches him as hard as he can, just nods once.

"Nope, I really felt that. All real."

You shake your head with a laugh at them, smiling as Yuna comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your shoulders.

"Fireworks are starting in ten," she hums in your ear, placing a kiss on your cheek. "You nervy?"

"Major nerve," you reply truthfully, turning down your eyebrows at her with a queasy smile. "Are you sure about this?"

Yuna looks personally attacked from your words. "Bitch? Hyun hasn't stopped staring at you all night. Did you see you guys together at the concert? Ryujin took a picture."

Your eyes widen as Yuna pulls Ryujin over, muttering for her to show you the picture. When it's on the screen, you can't help your insides when they melt. Hyunjin has his arm wrapped around you, the two of you with smiles plastered on your faces as you watch the performance.

"If you don't think that boys obsessed with you, I think you need a psychoanalysis," Ryujin smirks, taking her phone back. "Cmon, time to face the music."

You allow the two girls to drag you away as they chat your ear off about how excited they are for you. To be honest, the photo Ryujin had showed you really put your mind at ease about Hyunjin’s feelings for you, and that paired with the alcohol in your system was making you certain you could get through this night.

The fireworks started almost as soon as your group had reached the perfect spot, and the sky lit up in flashes of pink, yellow and blue. As much as you didn’t really agree with the nature of fireworks, you had to admit they were beautiful.

A couple minutes of awing at the scene in front of you and you could see Ryujin’s anticipation. Finding some nerve, you look around to find the man of the hour, except you can’t see him.

“Hi,” he says, shocking you out of your system as you whip round and see Hyunjin’s mess of blonde hair standing beside you.

“Jesus, you scared me,” you chuckle nervously, turning when another firework goes off and the noise fills your ears.

“Sorry,” he laughs in response. “I just, if I don’t do this now I don’t know if I’ll ever find the courage again.”

You scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion, tilting your head. “Huh?”

He takes a deep breath, looking from your eyes to the firework behind you. “I’ve liked you for a really long time. Longer than you’d probably think, and I’ve been too much of a pussy to say anything to you about it.” He says, looking back at you with a nervous half smile. He runs a hand through his hair sheepishly. “You’re so beautiful, and kind, and as much as I hate to admit it I’m so in awe of you and your talent. I don’t know if you still hate me or whatever, but -”

You can’t help but breathe out a sigh of relief, chuckling at his words. He raises his eyebrows.

“What?” He asks, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Of course I don’t hate you. I really, really like you. In fact, I was plucking up the courage to tell you that right now, but you beat me to it,” you smile at him, watching his frown flip upwards.

“Really?” He asks seriously, his dimple showing from his grin. “So, you’d liked to go out with me? I mean like, go on proper dates, we don’t need to be girlfriend boyfriend yet - just more than friends?”

You can help but smile at the normally cool, put together Hyunjin stumbling over his words. You nod, unable to help yourself from looking at his lips. He takes this as a sign, trying to hide his smile as he places a hand gently on your cheek and leans in.

He manages to place the most gentle kiss on your lips until he break away, evidently shocked by the chorus of hollers and cheers from your friend group, Ryujin holding her camera with an evil grin. You shake your head with a smile, feeling like your back in high school, as Hyunjin swings an arm over your shoulders to guide you back to the group.

The rest of the night passes by in a gleeful blur, the effects of all the alcohol you’d drank during the day finally catching up to you and sending you into sleep delirium. The girls are much in the same boat, which leads you to head back to your dorm together an hour or two after the fireworks finish. The events had started to die down anyway, and the guys were shattered too.

They all walked you girls home, of course, with Hyunjin sneaking a kiss (against Jeongin’s gags of protest), before promising to text you in the morning. Yuna, as usual, falls fast asleep in your bed as soon as her head hits the pillow, which leaves you grinning up at your ceiling, reminiscing over the days events until you’re finally overcome by sleep.

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setacin · 6 months ago

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Asphodel

A k!pyro send-off, and an alternate ending to his s3ep4. What if instead of being able to rest, he was forced to reckon with his actions? warning for major character death (2025 words)

“No more,” Pyro swung his glaive to fend off Rae and Clown.

“It’s all led to this,” he backed away from them, inching ever closer to the pillar, and farther away from anything that could get between him and his goal.

“Why did you have to make things be this way? Why did you have to ruin it all?”

“This is the only way that things can truly end.”

As he ran towards the floating gem holding up the nether and tackled it to the ground, the whole nether began to shake.

The whispers surrounding him grew louder. The voices overlapped with one another, muttering about the end of the nether, about the souls that were sure to result from their actions, about how Pyro was doing exactly what he was meant to be doing.

He had always lived life with his head held high, his pride as a Wastewalker driving him forward. But something had changed, hadn’t it? He had felt the gentle caress of death as he lay on the ground in that cave. He knew what it felt like to want to die. He had faced his honorable defeat as a warrior and yet something had prevented him from moving on.

Pyro’s hands began to shake, though he was unsure if it was due to the ground, the withers, or simply the gratification of the perfect execution of his plan. Those that he had used to consider his allies, his enemies, his friends, all reduced to nothing more than ants beneath him, scurrying towards the sweet taste of survival. He would crush them all. Finally taking his revenge on Clown for humiliating him not so long ago. He would take everything from him, even if it meant that he lost himself in the process.

He hadn’t known that the actions he had so thoughtlessly performed at only 15 would have set him on this path. That killing that wither and taking its head for a trophy would impact him even now. That even with all that he had done in the last few years, his fate was already sealed.

Even if he could go back and warn his younger self of the consequences of slaying that wither, would it have changed the course of history? Or would he have charged in just the same, believing that he was above the warning of the withered specter that he had yet to become.

He took a step forward.

“At last, this realm’s misery will finally end.”

Pieces of the ceiling fell down, crashing into the lava below. The walls began to crumble, clouds of dust and debris rising over the blackstone floor. The pillar had been toppled- the nether roof no longer had any supports. The nether would be crushed by the ceiling, and now there was no one left to stop it. The sense of something looming behind him grew stronger than ever before.

One of his glaives fell to the floor, the sharp sound of metal hitting the floor drowned out by the low rumble of falling stone.

“No more wars, no more suffering, no more death.”

He could just barely see a flash of black and bright blue out of the corner of his eye. The faint rattling of bones joined the chorus of whispers, all chattering in anticipation of the nether’s imminent destruction.

How could the other Wastewalkers not see the grand plans laid so easily at their feet, the obvious solution for the problems that had been plaguing the nether since the dawn of civilization?

“Every living soul finally released.”

He barely noticed his other glaive joining the first on the floor, staring up instead at the last moments of the temple. The glow from the wither’s eyes was almost blinding, the voices now deafening as they reveled in the power flooding towards them from those that had already been killed by the collapsing roof.

“Finally, we’re free.”

Even as his world crashed down around him, it felt like a weight had finally been lifted from his shoulders. No longer would he need to lead those around him- he had played his part and he had played it well. No longer would Clown be able to rule the nether and exploit its citizens. No longer would he have to look into his allies’ eyes and see reflected in them all the ways that he had failed.

“I’m… free.”

He took a final gasping breath as he was crushed under the weight of the world. A fitting fate for any legend, to be immortalized in stone.

His eyes closed, and all was silent.

—

It was just like last time. He felt the strength leave his body, an almost painful coldness setting in to all of his limbs. There was no more fighting anymore. However, unlike last time there were no voices, no tether to the material world to drag him back from the brink. The wither was gone. The pressure of the roof no longer weighed on him, the netherian smell of metal, fire, and smoke faded away along with his warmth.

His consciousness drifted. Was this all that awaited wastewalkers after death? A dark, cold nothingness?

Maybe he was no longer a Wastewalker to the world. He had forsaken their creed, their oath, their bond as Wastewalkers. And for what? A twisted sense of revenge? The desire to single-handedly make any sort of impact on the world?

Some legacy this would be, not the savior of the nether but its executioner.

For the first time since he had been saved from the brink of death, his mind was empty of the wither’s murmuring voice in his ears. He had gotten so used to its suggestions, to the information that it provided him during his 6 months in the void that he had almost forgotten what this felt like. With his mind fully to himself for once, he began to regret.

Had it really been worth it, the cleansing of Clown’s influence at the cost of the innocent people of the nether? He had fed the voices that cried for revenge, only for the wither to be crushed just the same as everyone else. The rest of the Wastewalkers had died for their sense of justice, but Pyro couldn’t say the same about himself.

And what of those that he had left behind? Of Rae, who he had watched over for years; of Kae, who was just now learning how to heal; of Ash, who had only just discovered himself? He thought he might have seen them get out alive at least. Hopefully his death will hurt less than how they saw him twist and warp under the wither’s influence in life. Hopefully Sushi and Nirox could find it in themselves to forgive him for pulling them back from beyond the grave.

There was something grating at the edge of his consciousness though, a faint sound of rustling, like wind through a wheat field. Distracting him from his reflection, the sound drew him in, quickly joined by a sweet floral smell that he couldn’t quite place.

It seemed to be getting closer, louder, and-

—

Pyro opened his eyes.

All that met him was a world in various shades of dull grey, the sky a shifting haze devoid of color. As he lay on the ground, the feeling returned to his limbs, though the piercing cold never left. He moved one of his fingers ever so slowly, working his way through the rest of his body until managed to sit up.

His hand shook as he lifted two fingers to his neck to check his pulse. Nothing. He let out a sigh.

Slowly rising to his feet, Pyro took inventory of his surroundings. A field of white flowers stretched as far as the eye could see, a faint breeze blowing a few of the petals around. His whole body ached.

The stalks of the white flowers varied in height, with most reaching to around his shoulders, with others coming up only to his knees, or stretching up a few inches above the top of his head.

The sharp grey stones that seemed to make up the ground crunched underfoot as Pyro stepped towards the closest plant, one of the smaller ones. As he knelt down, he held his breath, hand stretching out to touch the flower, fingers lightly making contact.

“Mom, I’m scared,” a faint voice whispered through the breeze. “I don’t want to die.”

Pyro stumbled backwards, the rocks on the ground digging into his hands as he looked around for the source of the voice. Fear washed over him, an emotion not entirely his own. Who was this person?

He reached out to one of the other nearby plants with trembling hands.

“We could have had a life together,” the flower cried to him, like a confession.

Something clenched in Pyro’s chest as the feeling of longing threatened to overwhelm him. He choked out a sob as he looked at the vast expanse of white flowers that stretched out in every direction.

He sat there for a few minutes, losing himself in the memories that were being shared with him. His hand laid gently upon one of the flowers, as this person’s last moments flashed out before him. A sound like rolling thunder interrupting their work, a massive boulder crashing through one of the walls of their commune, the sound of screams as more stone began to fall. Their lover rushing towards them only to fall victim to the crumbling of the nether. They still had their whole life ahead of them, until they didn’t.

These were the souls of the people killed when the nether roof fell.

His breathing ragged, and face streaked with tears, Pyro gritted his teeth together and picked himself back up off the ground.

He made his way, one foot after the other, into the fields, running his hands along the flower stalks on either side of him.

“This way! It’s safer over here!” They told him.

“I’ll protect you, don’t worry,” came the voice of a father.

“Our home…” another cried.

Their dying moments, their final wishes, their final words. All spoken to him without the knowledge that he was the one that had put them here. He had caused this. It was up to him to remember them all; he was Atlas, and this was his new burden to bear.

The fields seemed to stretch on forever, Pyro attempting to snap himself back to attention every time the cries started to blend into each other, becoming a tapestry of sound, an elegy to what could have been.

“Watch out!” came a desperate voice.

“Mom, Dad, I’m sorry,” a young soldier mumbled under their breath, an unwilling soldier in Clown’s army.

“Katie! Katie, where are you!” called a mother.

A wave of exhaustion set over Pyro as he heard story after story, soaked in their grief, their anger, their despair. All while the sickly sweet scent of the flowers floated through the air. He needed to keep going though, to push through and atone to these people for his actions. Despite how the wither had managed to cloud his judgement, it was still his hands to blame.

He paused for a second, and looked behind him. The path that he had traveled was indistinguishable from any other direction. He was dwarfed by the sheer scale of the fields of flowers before him. Funny, how a man who had spent his last moments regarding himself as greater than those around him was reduced to nothing more than the ant that he had envisioned the others to be.

He would keep walking, keep listening. As long as it took to get through the field, he would do it.

The white flowers rustled in the breeze, as if acknowledging that vow. Breathing in, he finally placed that sweet smell that pervaded the air around him.

Asphodel. That’s what the flowers were. Maybe one day he would be allowed to join them, too, to finally be able to rest. He was a Wastewalker, he was Pyroscythe. And for once, he needed to bring honor to that name.

#kaboodlesmp #kaboodle smp #pyroscythe #seta writing :)#<- NEVER thought i would have that as a tag but here we are #i hope yall enjoy my first foray into writing stuff i had a lot of fun with it :D #tw major character death

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stupid-fucking-storm · 4 months ago

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Watched Cinderella’s Castle and had a very underwhelming experience. Review and LONGGG rant under the cut.

Minor spoilers.

First of all, I thought the pacing was really, really bad. I also thought the tone of the story was really weird??

Obviously it’s Starkid, they love putting things in odd tones, but there was not one song or moment that really made me feel anything for these characters. In fact, the most I felt for any of them was Lauren’s throwaway cousin character, who was killed pretty much immediately.

This was not at all the fault of the performers, who were doing The Most with the script they were given. Performance-wise, in fact, it was very good. Aside from Jeff Blim, who honestly made me completely dislike him due to this show. I’m sure he’s a fine guy, but he constantly writes music for his falsetto which he seems very proud of but is …never… on pitch. I’ve grown increasingly bored with his score and lyric writing through Nightmare Time and this show was the embodiment of that.

The absolute worst part of the show was the incessant background music—something they carried over from Nightmare Time as if we enjoyed that. I certainly didn’t, it made Nightmare Time a tough watch for me. Plunky little notes like synth improv, absolutely separate in tone from the dialogue, plague every scene. This is especially bad in the second act to the point that I actively stopped trying to understand or care about the scene because the background music was suggesting that I shouldn’t. Keep in mind this was during what I think was an important exchange between Bryce and Curt’s characters. Honestly, I could not tell you. I don’t watch musicals with subtitles on so I can be surprised by dialogue and make it more akin to watching the performance live. This was a mistake. This was a long stretch of dialogue, too, completely nullified by the dumb background music. I mean, think Nightmare Time improv synth but with none of the recognizable motifs. That’s what it was. For almost the entire show.

As I mentioned, the music was again by Jeff Blim. I was worried when this was announced because of how boring, same, and uninspired his stuff has become, but I wanted to give it a chance. When it was announced as a pop rock musical, I got more pessimistic. I was unfortunately correct.

There are about 2 songs that I enjoyed, and one that was very good for the first 15ish seconds. Almost every song’s tone was completely wrong for the scene/what they were conveying. And not in a fun, we’re-doing-something-unconventional way, which Starkid has done really well in the past.

Angela fucking killed as the stepmother, but her singing range is very limited. Everyone knows this and that’s fine!! I’m begging Jeff to stop writing music for her that’s outside of her range. It’s not like they didn’t know who they would cast. I think it’s been stated that Starkid still have to audition for their roles, but with such a small cast I’m sure Nick/Jeff/Matt have an idea when they’re writing.

Mariah and Lauren did great performances as the stepsisters. I wasn’t expecting Lauren’s elf voice and thought that was a little off the mark. She still slayed, it’s Lauren.

The problem is, these characters had so little depth that none of them really had an arc at all. There was not much for the actors to do or build on to make me care about them. Let me be crystal clear: I LOVE STARKID. Fucking love it. Even I couldn’t give a fuck about anyone’s character in this show but Lauren’s throwaway character and Angela’s villain—and probably mostly because I’ve grown very fond of Angela’s acting and performance recently on Smosh.

I’m not saying anyone did a bad job. They did their best with what they had. My issue is entirely with the writing, the music writing particularly, and the pacing, which was god-awful.

Now, the puppets.

This was the part of the show I was most excited for. Starkid hasn’t done puppets for a while! And I loved the Starship puppets! Horror/weird looking puppets?? Sign me up!

Unfortunately, this also left a lot to be desired. I enjoyed the puppet for Crumb and the frog, and Joey is an especially EXCELLENT puppet actor. But the troll puppets were really lack-luster. Seeing the actresses so clearly beneath them, still in their elegant dresses when they were supposed to be fully these ugly monsters, was very immersion-breaking. Even attaching a dark cloth to them to hide their bodies and a screen over their faces would have done A LOT. This was really disappointing. So was the weird voice effect on Angela’s troll. Only because she was already doing a voice, and it was delayed just long enough for it to be jarring and disrupt my ability to follow what she was saying. (Fyi, I do not have any sort of processing disability or disorder.) Still, her performance was really great and I’m happy to see her in a main role.

I didn’t find James’ character charming or funny, which may be an acting thing or may be a writing thing, I’m not sure. I’ve never been a huge fan of his, and I found his interpretation of the character to be pretty bland and literal. I would have liked to see some hints of a real person under all the crude jokes the prince makes—but this is likely due to writing issues/tone issues.

Curt was great, there was not a lot for him to do. Kim SLAYYYYYYYED her song and it was the only one I really liked. But she did not act in this show and was really underutilized, as probably the most vocally talented person in the cast. JLB was not in this show, which I didn’t realize and was saddened by. I think she would have brought a great energy to it. Jon’s performance was sweet and he was obviously having a good time. Let the man sing more often. Bryce slayyyed the vocals but the acting was ehhh. Again, not a lot of depth. Her whole thing felt really rushed due to writing and pacing. The fact that I can’t remember if anyone else was even in this, without looking, is a little sad.

Overall I’m very disappointed. The tone, pacing, and background score were quite bad. The set design, music, and characterization was bland. The costume design was good—I found myself commenting on the outfits frequently. Some of the puppets were good, others confusing. After watching it, I’m really, really not excited about “The Lands That Are” and am terrified for another Hatchetfield wearing out its welcome.

In conclusion: To watch this for $15 is fine but I’m certainly glad I did not fly to see this in person, which I had considered doing. I will always support Starkid, but if they keep hiring Jeff for the music, I am going to continue the decline in passion I have for it, which started when Nightmare Time did. I’m hoping that they’re able to mix the background music to non-existent or extremely quiet in the YouTube version after enough feedback, and that the next musical is more inspired and—GOD—not fucking pop rock again.

#starkid #cinderella’s castle #Cinderella’s castle spoilers #og #jeff blim #cinderella’s castle review #choreo was awesome I didn’t mention that! Lauren slayed that per usual!

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slay00ryu · 2 months ago

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Gasp! Killers and a Drag Queen?

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Ronin - The Butcher

When he found about you doing drag:

It wasn't a challenge to find out about your little artistic side. Ronin' first visit to your house was how he found you out. The wigs, mannequins with unfinished outfits, your vanity table that looked like a whole war happened on it with how messy it was. Ronin stopped in his tracks to look around your bedroom, you turned around to look at him. "Why did you-" You paused. "Oh. Yeah, I'm a drag queen." You weren't ashamed of it, at least you weren't a edgy serial killer. "Damn, never thought I would see a whole altar of RuPaul." He chuckled when he noticed the posters and even a framed picture of you and said queen. "What can I say, Mama Ru is my biggest inspiration, also Gottmik, but we never met." You clicked you tongue. "So, do you like it?" "Baby, you're an artiste, what is there not to like?" The Butcher's words made you chuckle and roll your eyes.

His reaction for your looks:

Every time your edge-lord boyfriend gets to see your drag queen persona his eyes have that glimmer of interest in them. He watched your movements and ways of speaking change like it's the most interesting thing for him. Whenever your dragpersona has a more creative or complicated outfit Ronin seems eve more amazed. "And you find this comfortable?" He titled his head to the side as you were putting on the last accessories. "Baby, it's not about comfort, I have to destroy those bitches with how good I look." You shot him a confident grin. "Oh, I love this side of you. That blood thirst in your eyes, it's beautiful." He stood in front of you while you were sitting in front of your mirror and stole a kiss from your lips. "You idiot, you have lipstick on you now." You rolled your eyes and checked to see if he messed up your make up, luckily for him he didn't or you would be a widow before your wedding. "Nah, I don't care. You could say that you marked me." He joked and moved a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. "And those wigs aren't heavy?" He raised his eyebrow. You were almost amazed by how interested Ronin was in this topic. Maybe one day you'll persuade him into being your model? Who knows. "This one isn't, but the one for my cake look is heavy as fuck." You murmured. When you have a show:

You can't decide whether he wants to piss you off or just wants to show how proud he is, but with every split, dance move or dead drop you can hear a lot "Yas, queen!" and you don't even need to check who that is to be sure that it's him. He's almost too interactive, he touches you whenever you are close to him, shouts "slay" "go girl" and similar things when you just enter the stage like some teenage girl on her favourite's artist concert.

When he can't be on the show in person but he knows that there is a stream happening he calls the whole server for a watch party, it's now a very important server occasion to watch you perform. When you're stressed:

Ronin is your biggest supporter so when drag stresses you out he's there for you, cradling you in his arms. "I fucking hate it." You whispered against his shoulder. "Am I myself or am I a drag queen who makes a fool out of herself?" Questions like these weren't new. Sometimes media or people made you feel torn between who you really were. Is that confident persona really you? Are you really a man? "You're the only person who can decide that darlin', but in my eyes you're perfect in both ways." He whispered against your hair and kissed you on the temple. "Praise me more." You chuckled and tighten your hold around him. "Why? To feed your ego, nah. We both know how perfect you are babe."

But when it's someone else bothering you, be it a media reporter or a homophobic asshole, they're gone. No one will stress his boyfriend to the extend that he's wondering if drag is for him. You can expect a picture on #killer_shit and a message for you. <@goreboy>: Look a pretty kill just for you Y/N. And somehow his method of lifting your mood worked, maybe you're just crazy? Who knows. You didn't really care anyway, at least you aren't normal.

Angel - The Heartsick Angel

When she found about you doing drag:

Angel found out about your artistic ways when you both were scheduled for the same photoshoot for a fashion magazine. At first it was a little uncomfortable, but then you two relaxed. On your way back to home you had a long conversation about how the drag industry was treating you, you showed her your looks and she was amazed. Angel sometimes invited you as her channel guest and somehow her fans fell in love with you just as much as Maria loved you.

Her reaction to your looks:

You really can pull off the angel theme." You heard a sweet laugh come from behind you. You were in the middle of putting on your new drag look, this time the show's theme was "Holy or Unholy" and as a tribute you decided to go for that angelic theme. "I'm glad to hear that from my inspiration." You smiled and turned to look at her. "Want to finish my make up?" You saw her eyes light up in excitement. Your make ups were more creative and complicated than what she did for her channel, so she would always use any occasion to let her creativity out.

When you have a performance:

When Angel has time to be there, she shows great support, you can see how happy she is. Sometimes she will record your performances to post them on her story or watch them alone back home.

When she can't show up, she will promote your performance and her fans will show up. Maria de la Rosa said to go there, so why wouldn't they listen?

When you're stressed out:

Angel can understand you, there's so much pressure from the press, your fans and other drag queens on you to do well that sometimes it devours you completely. Angel will cuddle with you in silence in these moments, just to let your mind rest for once, without chaos or shiny lights. She will whisper praise and small I love you's here and there.

When it's someone else making you feel that way, you can consider them gone. No one in their right mind will hurt Angel's partner, unless they have a dead wish.

V - for Vengeance

When he finds out about you doing drag:

V found out while he did some research on you, it was actually the first thing he found after getting your legal name out of you. "So you're an artist?" He asked while you both took care of his animals. "Yeah you could say so." You chuckled nervously. "is it weird?" You asked and looked away. "No." His reply was simple. You looked at him in surprise. "There's nothing weird in you finding a way to be creative and express yourself. I think it' beautiful." He smiled softly. V was a huge support, he asked a lot about your looks, sometimes bought you materials or make up products when he knew that you wanted one but you wanted to save money. "it's a gift." He said after you tried to refuse taking the new make up pallet. 'It's an expensive gift, how can I accept it?" You sighed. "I love you V, but I feel like a gold digger." You watched him shake his head in disagreement. "I bought it for you on my own whim, it's not a problem for me to gift you with something you need my love." Your heart melts with every word and soft smile from V. "How am I supposed to win against you?' You groaned and kissed him on the cheek as a "thank you".

His reaction for a new look:

V watched in awe as you put on your new dress, the same dress you worked on for weeks. The man find it fascinating, seeing this artistic side to you, the determination in your eyes, proud smile when you finished your look. "So how do I look?" Your voice brought V back to earth. Now you were standing in front of him in a look that was supposed to resemble a lioness, the theme was "Animal Queerdom" and poor V only understood that the drag looks were supposed to be themed by animals. "You look absolutely beautiful my love. I can see your hard work in every detail." His words made you smile. "Thank you V."

When you have a show:

Of course he is there to watch. Maybe he is not as energetic as other people who came there to witness the show, but he still has a lot of fun. Watching all the artists and seeing the effects of their hard work was always something V enjoyed, and watching a drag show was no different. He knew how long and hard you worked so he could appreciate the work.

When you're stressed out:

V is your biggest supporter, he''s there encouraging you and making sure that you know how proud he is. He will acknowledge your worries and he will not push his opinion, no matter how positive onto you, it's best to let you pour out all your negative thoughts.

V won't kill people who happened to hurt your feelings, unless they really do deserve to be the next meal for his animals. "Their pathetic comments aren't something worth paying attention to my love. You're a vision, the sun amongst the stars. You're so much more than what media says you are." He rub the back of your hand and smiled at you gently. "Why are you so sweet V." You sniffle and hug him.

Misaki - The assassin

When they discovered our drag persona:

Misaki knew about you doing drag ever since your turn your camera on. In your background there were a lot of different things that called you out on it. "You're a drag queen?" They asked, their face curious and excited. Yeah! Although I'm just e beginner." You replied. "That's so cool! Slay queen!" Ever since that day you knew that they wouldn't shut up about you doing drag.

Their reaction for your look:

"Well, how do I look?" Misaki looked at her screen when your camera was turned on and their jaw dropped. "You're just a beginner?! Hell no! You have better skills than I will ever have!" You chuckled at their words. "Ah thanks, I'm not that good though." He blushed a little. Misaki was really in awe with all of the looks, how you could completely change yourself was a shocker for them every time.

Misaki on your shows:

When they visited USA for the first time for that super dangerous assassination they promised to themselves that they will go for every drag show that will feature you just to watch you in the spotlight. "You go girl!' You could hear their voice and it was really hard not to wave back at them instead of continuing the show. You appreciated their support even if sometimes it wall a tad bit annoying to hear their shouting with every split.

When you're stressed out:

They will try their best to support you, be it through the voice call on in real life. Misaki will try to keep your mind off of the doubtful thought and encourage you to take a short break if it's too much to handle. "Babe, you're a beginner. It's normal to stress out. Try to take a short break and focus on yourself." Their voice was calm and gentle, a contrast to their full of energy and happy-go-lucky personality. "Yeah, maybe you're right." You sighed. "I'll take a small break."

it's the same situation when it's people who are the reason for your stress. Although Misaki is ready to fight whoever tries to destroy your confidence.

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

They call me mother ;p

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This is a broad one, so take it whatever direction you wish: what are five shows, actors, or creative teams that have exceeded your expectations or pleasantly surprised you?

WOW. I struggle with broad asks because there's so much I like and think about.

Nadao Bangkok

I loved Nadao Bangkok so much. I had basically only engaged with really stylish Thai movies and media before BL. It's the kind of stuff you see at film festivals. I was not really used to the quick and efficient production processes and talent pools of the TV show production of BLs. I adapted, but it was such a relief to watch things like Project S, I Told Sunset About You, I Promised You the Moon, and Great Men Academy. I also just adore the talent they cultivated and how so many Nadao alums are still doing things in entertainment. They really did something special there.

Koisenu Futari (2022)

We talk so much about about representation and wanting to see more kinds of stories. I really loved the way this story explored the spectrum of asexuality alongside loneliness and the search for companionship. I love that it's a story about people who all care about each other, but they are all out of alignment for various reasons. I love that so many of the relationships don't resolve in a way that pairs people in an expected way. The sister left her cheating husband, Sakuko and Takashi don't live together, and Kazu was actually able to just be her friend. It's an unexpected delight.

For the Boys (2021)

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I will never stop pimping this show out. Many of the folks are new to BL and queer TV in general, so they don't even remember Noah's Arc. I've been wanting more shows about black queer friend groups, and this show delivered. Every week I check on Slay TV to see what else they're up to. This show features a femme/GNC character finding their way through presenting publicly and dating, a fat black gay man struggling with body image and race identity issues, and a promiscuous black gay man struggling with his place in the world. It's a nuanced look at queer friendship, and I really wish more people would watch it.

Ossan's Love: In the Sky (2019)

I already apologized to this show once, but I'll bring it up again. This AU season could have been a real flop, but in some ways it's my favorite. I love doing an AU as a way to soft reboot your characters and dig deeper into their interiority before returning to them years later. I like Haruta so much more because of this season. I also really love the bonds between men in this series and the ways they push each other. It's really excellent, and this is a special franchise we have been lucky enough to return to multiple times.

Sherri and Teri Polo on The Fosters (2013-2018)

In an era where almost every TV lesbian died, these two delivered some of the best onscreen chemistry I've ever seen. They felt like a married couple for the entirety of a dramatic and often-messy Freeform (formerly ABC Family) TV show. We talk about Business Gay Performance (BGP) around here a lot, and these two are masters of their craft. At no point did you ever think these two actresses were secretly dating or cheating on their partners, but they were open about how much they loved each other and how important the friendship they built on this show was to them. I have immense admiration for the work they did and continue to do in the queer space. We are really lucky that these two took on the role of playing loving moms to all them kids, who got to also got to have a romantic and sexual relationship with each other onscreen.

Thank you for the ask! Since it wasn't explicitly BL, I decided to have some fun.

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Monster Spotlight: Drekavac

CR 3

Neutral Evil Small Undead

Adventure Path: Kingmaker: The Stolen Lands, pg. 78

Rising from unkempt graveyards, shadowy alleyways, and abandoned houses, the Drekavac are the tragic remains of children who perished of disease. A heart-breaking desire for the companionship they were denied in life due to their contagion manifests in undeath as a desire to share their fate with others, and as such they act as vessels of spreading plague, their very shadow capable of inflicting illness on anyone it falls over. They drift through streets and over rooftops as insubstantial clouds (via at-will Gaseous Form) until they find potential playmates, and then infect the whole household with their sickness... and then just waiting. Waiting for them to drop, one by one, until it can have a family again.

Drekavac are monsters which can easily tug at heartstrings, being innocent souls shackled to a terrible form and made to perform even worse actions. They’re born from one of the greatest tragedies a family can experience, and they live to inflict that same tragedy on yet more, their evil acts born from childish desires they can no longer fulfill. Destroying them with violence can feel almost wrong for parties with a conscience, though slaying a Drekavac through brute force is the only way to assure its victims will survive, as killing one immediately cures the plagues it’s started in every victim regardless of distance... though this does not put the soul to rest, and it may return as something else if its remains are not buried and the proper rites performed. Inversely, casting Remove Curse or Remove Disease upon a Drekavac destroys it instantly and puts the soul to rest even if its remains aren’t buried, but does not automatically cure the plague it has caused, meaning anyone still infected must receive treatment or they will likely die.

Perhaps owing to their pitiful nature, Drekavac are preposterously vulnerable Undead. Not only are they killed instantly by two different spells, and not ONLY are they permanently staggered in sunlight, but they’re easy to repel: a line of sanctified salt is an impassable barrier for them, and they’re damaged by its touch as though it were holy water. Animals of any sort also know when a Drekvac is nearby, able to automatically sense the tiny Undead whenever it’s within 30ft and making it simple for their handlers to know when one is nearby.

Offensively, they have only a single incorporeal touch attack which deals 1d6 Cold damage and nothing else, but Drekavac are not meant to fight, as even low-level parties can easily deal with them once they can bypass its DR 5/Silver, their only true defensive ability. The challenge with a Drekavac is often not killing it, but figuring out it’s there and then dealing with the consequences of its presence, which oftentimes looks more like a sudden outbreak of a virulent disease than anything supernatural. They stay hidden easily, having high Stealth thanks to their size and the ability to slip into and out of almost any binding or barrier thanks to their at-will Gaseous Form, letting them slither into a home to infect everyone inside with bubonic plague, filth fever, or slimy doom as they sleep before slipping back out and doing the same to the next house, than the next, than the next...

And they can do this, technically, without even needing to enter the home, so long as someone sleeps near a window! Remember when I said “their very shadow” can inflict illness? That wasn’t a joke. The Diseased Shadow of the Drekavac is its most potent weapon and its most dangerous tool, as any creature touched by it as part of a touch attack (either its damaging Cold attack or a touch attack on its own) or who starts their turn standing inside it must save against whatever diseases it’s carrying or become infected by them. The book helpfully explains that the Drekavac’s shadow projects in the opposite direction of the strongest nearby source of light, so putting a torch between yourself and the creature makes you impervious to the Diseased Shadow... at the cost of, effectively, making a 10ft line behind it dangerous to be in. It can also still use its Cold-damaging touch attack to spread its disease, so a torch isn’t 100% reliable at keeping sickness at bay.

There’s also no limit to the number of creatures that can be affected by Diseased Shadow at once if it, say, happens to be standing at the top of a building as the full moon lights it from the back. While not exactly intelligent to perform such a horrific act themselves, they’re children, and thus easily steered by more mature malevolent forces in their lives. While it is thankfully impossible to create a Drekavac intentionally, there’s little stopping a malevolent necromancer or wicked daemon exploiting one of the things if they manage to find one to cause terrible epidemics.

You can read more about them here.

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✧˖° Day 5: Námo & Navëquen (OC) (plus little onesided crush on Navë's part) | Relationship with the Children ✧˖° Synopsis: After another devastating battle in Middle-earth, Námo comes to the battlefield to summon the spirits of the slain before Melkor can. ✧˖° Warnings: Corpses, death, unpleasant scenery (but not graphic) ✧˖° Oneshot

"You must not speak of this to anyone."

Navëquen had accepted his lord's order without question. It wasn't the first time his silence on delicate matters was required, and it would most certainly not be the last; he needed neither prophecy nor foresight to be sure of it.

What was odd this time was that Námo not only led him out of Mandos, but also pulled him along in spirit as he teleported far away, to a place Navëquen had never seen.

It was nowhere in Valinor, that was for certain. Neither grass nor trees were in sight, the very earth was burned and blackened and thousands of corpses lay still around them, bloody and maimed, many contorted in agony and despair, now silenced forever. Only the distant howling of wind remained.

"Where are we, my lord?" Navëquen whispered.

"A battle took place here not too long ago," Námo said quietly. "Yet I sense that many fëar still linger, fëar that I have not received and who may not have heard my call."

"So you wish to... retrieve them yourself? Do you not think it might be dangerous for you to come all the way out here?" The thought of his lord being threatened by those who had caused such carnage made Navëquen bristle, getting ready to reach for his sword. No matter what foes might await them, he would —

"I am a Vala, of the Aratar no less. No one and nothing in this world can slay me, and I go where I will." Námo raised one hand to bid him stand still. "Use your blade to defend yourself, though there will be no need."

He reached for the ornate clasp holding his long, heavy cloak in place.

"I know I must not be seen by the Dark One. And I know some fëar will forever elude me either out of their own free will or because he got to them first. But I will not surrender thousands of them, not so easily."

"You will summon them? Here and now?"

"That I shall."

His tone made it clear that his decision was final. Bowing his head dutifully, even as worry continued to make his skin prickle uncomfortably, Navëquen proceeded to move behind him and reverently pulled the cloak from his lord's shoulders. While he folded it, Námo reached for the sash holding his outer robe in place, then waited for his attendant to remove it as well.

Despite his best efforts to ignore his feelings, Navëquen felt his cheeks growing warm and suspected that his usually pale, almost colourless skin had assumed a dim shade of pink. It wasn't unusual for him to assist his lord in this manner, but rare to see him in such a state of undress.

Only the inner robes remained now, thin and slightly translucent, allowing glimpses of lily-white skin underneath ink-black fabric. Námo placed his palms together and closed his eyes to focus, mumbling a few words of power under his breath.

"It is as I thought," he said, "they are scattered, lost and afraid. I must gather them here before we can guide them home."

"Yes, my lord." Navëquen knew what to do. He would be holding on to what his lord had discarded, watch over him as he performed a spell of summoning for the slain and tend to his every need as it arose.

Hopefully the One won't choose a time like this to bestow a prophecy on top of it, he thought sardonically, remembering the times he had watched Námo collapse under the weight of a sudden vision and taken care of him.

It was not as though Navëquen minded such a task, he was always glad to be in his lord's proximity; however, it would be rather unsafe to find himself in enemy territory with an unconscious Vala and only his own strength to defend against the forces of darkness, if they were spotted.

Námo began to sing. It was pure song rather than any sort of spoken language, understood by each and every living thing, a wistful melody against the howling wind. Slowly, he began moving his arms, drawing wide circles, stretching and twisting his fána. His feet appeared to barely touch the ground whenever he took a step, his sandals spotless and his skin unmarred by charred wood and shards of broken weapons strewn all over the ground.

Wide sleeves fell back when Námo rose to his full height and appeared to reach for the sky, allowing both himself and those who heard him in the Unseen Realm to pause and behold the regal poise of his chosen form. It was in perfect sync with his mighty ëala, moving, bending and swaying in ways that should be impossible when he began to dance alongside his song, now swift and full of energy.

Oh, how beautiful he was. And how lucky Navëquen was to be the one to witness such a sight, a rare display of power from the eldest Fëantur.

Weightless, Námo twisted, turned and twirled around. His voice filled the air, lonely where normally a choir of Maiar would sing alongside him, now reduced to the gentle hum of Navëquen's quiet notes. Yet even so, the song felt all-encompassing, as if the very spirit of Arda was responding to one of its masters.

Within the Seen, there was only the wind, but within the Unseen, a different kind of storm was brewing. Houseless fëar, first appearing shyly like flickering candles, then flocking to Námo like a herd of spirits, some reaching for him, others crying out. Navëquen had to focus on his fána standing firmly on the ground to avoid being swept away, a task made infinitely more difficult by the sheer force with which he was drawn to the Vala, just as the fëar were.

With one final note, Námo once again reached for the sky, then brought his hands together and let himself fall to his knees, completing the spell. He remained motionless for a while, letting a flood of spiritual power wash over him until every single fëa he could sense had appeared.

"Be not afraid," he said quietly. "I have come to take you home."

Navëquen stepped closer, robes and cloak in hand. "My lord, your–"

"Later."

And with that, Námo's fána vanished into thin air, leaving his remaining clothes to be picked up by Navëquen.

Within the Unseen Realm, his ëala was greater and brighter than before, now fully present, and the fëar eagerly swarmed him, some even attaching themselves to him or hiding within the hair and sleeves of his spiritual form, appearing to them as a great and magnificent lord.

Thus Navëquen trailed behind as Námo guided his new charges across the sea to rest from the turmoils of life. Indeed, it would be best if no one knew that the Judge of the Valar had come to the battlefields of Middle-earth in person to take back the fëar that the Dark One had undoubtedly planned to harvest for his own nefarious purposes, stealing them away from right under his nose.

Navëquen shook his head. Námo had always endeavoured to teach him patience, neutrality, impartiality and restraint, yet surely not even the One could blame him for possessing a heart and emotions that were sometimes stronger than the divine law that guided his hand.

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