#wc: 1798

[rkmg]

〈★〉MGAS SEASON 4 - EPISODE NINE - SOLO PERFORMANCE                 ↳ intro : the most beautiful moment in life by bts kim mingyu                      ↳ mga season 4 finale: solo stage; #4049′s last chance                                ↳ click here for the stage inspiration / setup / style

Typically, as time goes on, people grow accustomed to doing things. Once you’re used to something, the nervousness begins to wash away and that unsettled feeling in your stomach packs up and moves on. Perhaps under normal circumstances, that’s exactly what would have happened. However, these weren’t normal circumstances.

With every week, every day, every hour, and even every second that passed by, the nineteen-year-old found himself growing more anxious. The problem was that he didn’t know how much time he had left. He felt like he was living each moment with an expiration date that he wasn’t allowed to know. Part of him kept thinking, when he wasn’t paying full attention to his thoughts, that he would drop dead at any moment. In reality, that was unlikely (not impossible, sure... but... there was a slim chance).

What did it mean? It meant that his mind felt like this was his single chance to finally pull this off. He wanted to achieve his dreams, though he wasn’t sure if this would do it for him. The contestants were shedding like a snake’s old skin and Daisy’s hair every single day of her life, though he wasn’t comforted by that fact. There were less people for him to be compared to, though they still couldn’t all win. The competition was fiercer than ever so there was hardly any time for him to relax. This was a tireless effort to finally prove to everyone that he was worth so much more than they’ve seen. He’s a winner... he could be, at least. But, this wasn’t exactly the time for him to get too caught up in all of that.

Finally, after two months, he was going to get to do a solo performance. Part of him thought he should be happy since his success wouldn’t ride on anyone else. Though, at the same time... it felt a lot scarier at this point. If he failed, he would know that it was his own fault. But, it was better this way. He knew that, really, he did. That didn’t really help to calm him down, however.

Failure wasn’t even something that should be on his mind right now. All he really needed to focus on was what he was going to do for his performance. He needed to intricately plan everything out and make sure that he can show everyone how much talent he actually has. He feels like he’s been overlooked the entire time he’s been on the show. Time after time, other people ranked as better rappers than him when he felt like he had more skill. For some reason, people weren’t taking notice of that. He’s fought to come out of his shell and display more confidence lately. He’s been a lot more talkative and playful and yet no one still seems to notice that he’s even there. He isn’t one of the judges, nor the editors of the show, so perhaps he will never know what he must’ve been doing wrong all of this time. This week, he was going to do everything in his power to show the entire world who he was and what he was capable of.

Something unique was going to be required if he didn’t want to end up having a stage identical to everyone else’s. Of course, the first idea that popped into his mind was to do something of his own creation. He was proud of his lyric-writing abilities so he knew it might be more impressive if he raps something that he took the time to bring into existence. Since he only had a week, he didn’t think it would be wise to start something brand new for his performance. Then, he’d have to write it, figure out how to get the music for it, envision and create his entire stage, and he just wasn’t sure he’d have the time for all of that. After all, he was going to need to do the group performance, too, and that would actually require much practice. That’s why he ended up looking through the journal in which he wrote down all of his lyrics and picked the one that stood out the most to him; he picked one that would do a perfect job of showing everyone who Kim Mingyu was.

The boy spends hours in his room rapping verse after verse, working on his computer to make the backing track. Since this was something that he made, he was going to have to put more work into it than some others would. People doing covers would already have the hardest part done. He was forced to bring his entire idea into fruition and make sure that he still managed to perform it perfectly onstage.

He finds himself in an empty auditorium at one point, a basketball held between long fingers. He’d record himself dribbling it in several specific ways, then he’d also get the sound of him shooting multiple hoops. Occasionally, he’d get carried away and lost in what he was doing, which only proved the lyrics of his rap even more.

For the stage, he didn’t have the intention of doing anything too flashy. He really wanted this to be a time for people to focus on him and what he can do, rather than getting distracted and lost in backup dancers and light shows that demand to be stared at.

When picking out his outfit, he was extremely careful and tried to be thought into it. He wanted to actually show more of his own style and let it speak to the audience. In the end, he ended up going with leather pants, his old high school basketball jersey, and a jacket with a hood over top of it. This was because he planned to incorporate the hood into the performance, so it was rather important for it. Since he isn’t going to have an excessive amount of props and anything else that would take the attention from him, he needed to get every single other detail down perfectly.

The week seemed to go by a lot faster than he hoped. He wanted it to go by slowly so he could feel as if he had enough time to get everything exactly the way that he wanted it to be. Instead, it all felt somewhat rushed. The closer to Sunday that he was, the sadder he ended up feeling. Then, when he was down, he wasn’t entirely able to throw himself into his work. His mind would end up wandering to the way that not all of his friends would be able to win. He also hoped that he would get to keep in contact with everyone that he grew close to during the duration of the show. In a way, he didn’t want it to end. Though, at the same time, he felt relief that all of this would be over. Being judged so harshly was taking a toll him him.

Being number 4049 left him being in the last half of the contestants to perform their stage. Now that so many people have been eliminated, he was right next to Won when it came to their numbers. That would mean that Won’s performance would happen right before his. That kind of made him feel excited since people would get to focus on them at about the same time. But, the only downside to it was that people would get to see Won’s immense amount of talent, only then to be followed up by Mingyu. Instead of thinking he wouldn’t shine as bright, though, he more so felt like they would be shining together.

Time slipped away from him. Before he knew it, his boyfriend was putting on the best performance that’s ever happened on the show and he feels himself being overwhelmed with love and pride. Then, it’s over and it’s his turn. He hopes that the excitement that he felt from watching the love of his life dance would carry over into his performance and help him to remain calm. This was not the time for him to choke. He had to do this perfectly. Failure wasn’t an option.

When he’s onstage alone, he doesn’t feel as anxious as he thought he would. His hood is pulled up and over his head as his back faces the audience. They can’t see him, but as soon as he begins rapping, they can hear him louder than ever.

오늘따라 림이 멀어보여 코트 위에 한숨이 고여 현실이 두려운 소년 공을 던질 때면 유일하게 맘이 되려 놓여 홀로 던지는 공 림을 향해서 내가 던지는 건

The stage is black and three lights are all that’s used to illuminate him for the crowd. There’s nothing to distract them now. They would be forced to listen to his rap and how passionate he is with it. He would finally be able to get lost in it in a way that he hasn’t had the opportunity to before. This stage was his. This crowd was his. The entire god damn world was his.

수많은 고민과 삶의 걱정거리 세상을 아는 척 하지만 아직 설익은 몸 슛 코트가 나의 놀이터 손짓에 따라서 발 옆엔 작은 공이 튀어 성적은 바닥을 기지만 난 더 오히려 세상에 다 잘 될 거라며 괜시리 소리쳐 하지만 세상은 되려 겁줘 그럴 거면 멈춰 머리를 채운 상념 공 대신 미래를 던져 또 남들이 칠하는 별점과 성공의 기준에 결격 덕에 암처럼 퍼지는 걱정 God damn it

The more he got into it, the more positive he was that he was finally being heard. He made sure to breathe when he had to since he was using up so much of his breath. After exclaiming “God damn it” he had a feeling he was going to be censored and hoped that it didn’t hurt him. Still, he felt like it would be best for him to show himself exactly as he was. He couldn’t cover himself up anymore. This was who he was and this is what he was capable of doing. They had to see that. For some reason, they’ve been blind to it, but he was going to open their eyes.

던져버린 공과 함께 퍼진 웃음 턱까지 차오른 이 숨은 꿈틀대는 꿈들 빨라지는 드리블 행복해지는 마음 이 순간은 영원할 듯 하지만 해지는 밤이 다시 찾아오면 좀먹는 현실 정신을 차리면 또 겁먹은 병신 같은 내 모습에 자꾸만 또 겁이 나 덮쳐오는 현실감 남들은 앞서 달려 가는데 왜 난 아직 여기 있나 숨을 쉬어 숨을 쉬어 아니면 꿈을 꿔 지금 심장박동에 맞춰 다시 노를 저어 남들의 얄팍한 잣대에 갇혀 모른 척 하며 살다간 코트처럼 인생도 노을 져 What am i doin’ with my life?

This was quite possibly the best rap to represent who he actually was. In a way, it was an introduction to himself. That’s why he ended up calling it “Intro”. Although they’ve seen him for over two months, this is the first time it would actually feel like they’re witnessing the truth. Half way through, he finally removed his hood and turned around, rapping to the audience now that they have been able to focus fully on him before. He was in control of his movements and facial expressions, ensuring that he was getting across the message that he intended to.

이 순간은 언제든 다시 찾아오지 않아 다시 나에게 되물어봐 지금 행복한가 그 답은 이미 정해졌어 ��� 행복하다

Once the last few lyrics were rapped, he harshly breathed into the microphone as the music finished, though it was planned and not just uncontrolled deep breaths. After the music stopped, the stage returned to being pitch black and he made his way offstage. This is what he wanted to show them all along. He hoped that this would be enough for him. He hoped that this would make the world pay attention to him now. He wanted to be heard and to be seen. He didn’t want to fade into the background anymore; he refused to.

[missallsundaes]

okay my first request cause im thirsty-

they can be both as one or as separate pieces but i need nfsw-

cum play / breeding kink corazon bc im thursty

You come to me and ask me for one of my top 3 husbands and i say to you, yes of course please have this piece that I accidentally made about twice as long as i meant to.

Rosinante Donquixote x Reader — NSFW

CW: Breeding kink, size difference, fingering, praise, impregnation, cream pies

WC: 1798

Rosinante locked the door behind him, clicking his fingers and casting his power over your shared room, leaving the two of you in a safe barrier, away from the suspicion of the Donquixote family. He tossed his feather coat over the chair by the bookcase in the room, still not saying a word as he kicked off his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Rosi?” You said softly, wondering what had gotten into him, following the blonde with your eyes as he took off his hat and ran his fingers through his hair. You couldn’t read his face, especially since he was avoiding your eye contact, “Rosinante?” You tried again.

He looked up at you this time, smiling, his shirt open now exposing his chest, “Darling you are just,” He groaned, and you raised an eyebrow at him, laying on your side in the bed, just a nightgown on your form, “You’re beautiful.” His deep voice rumbled in your chest, sending waves of arousal straight through you. He tossed his shirt to the ground by the bed, climbing in and placing a knee on either side of your body, hands propping himself over you on the bed, his height apparent even more now that he was towering over you. You shifted your weight to your back as he leaned over you, looking up to his face.

“What’s gotten into you, Rosi?” You asked, running your fingers along his strong jawline.

“Just.. seeing the way you were taking care of the children today..” He spoke, leaning down to kiss your exposed skin, kissing your shoulders and collarbone, “Makes me want kids of our own.”

You hadn’t even realized he was watching you, it was just your job to watch the children, and you hadn’t done anything special. You knew he acted like he hated them to try and dissuade them from joining the family, but you also knew, like you and him that some of them didn’t have a choice in the matter. Plus his growing fondness for Law was evident to you.

You moaned as he caught your throat gently between his teeth, nipping your sensitive skin to tease you into arousal for him. “I would love to have children of our own,” You said, breathless as he shifted his weight to paw at your breast through your nightgown. “But what about--” your breath caught in your throat as his hand found your nipple, “What about not bringing kids into the family?”

“I.. have plans for that,” He said, leaving it at that, his mouth finding more important things to focus on, in this case the nipple he had exposed from your gown, sucking on the perk bud while he fondled your other breast with his free hand.

You moaned as he teased your nipples, your hands finding his toned back and running fingers along his muscles, “W-what’s the plan?” You stuttered out between breath, feeling the growing moisture between your legs.

“Well, for now I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that you’ll definitely get pregnant,” He said, lifting his face to make eye contact with you. You shivered, your thighs pressing together and putting pressure on your sex. “We just have to make sure you’re good and wet for me first, I don’t want to hurt you.”

It was hardly the first time you two had sex, but the thought of the nearly ten foot tall man bottoming out inside of you was enough to make your pussy clench in anticipation, knowing how it felt to have his cock stretch you to your limit.

He shifted his weight to his legs, leaning back on his heels and running his hands down your body, tracing the lace on your nightgown as he did so. He pulled at the bottom hem, hoisting it up to your stomach, exposing your panties to him. He slid his finger over your clothed slit, feeling the moisture between your labia already soaking through the cotton.

“Good girl, already wet for me,” He praised you, his cheeks flushed, watching you as your hands found your breasts, exposing your second breast to him, and toying with your nipples as he touched you. He pulled down your panties, rolling them over your hips and down your legs, until you could pull your feet out of them, and they were soon tossed to the side.

He ran his fingers again along your slit, swiping  across your clit as he did so and making you call out a moan into the room. He smiles, slipping his finger across again, lubricating his digit before focusing with precision on your clit, tracing circles around your nerves and making you thrust up against his finger.

“Please, inside,” You moaned as he rubbed quick circles on your nerves, your hips eagerly moving against his fingers, craving the friction.

“Oh, ready already?” He says, toying with your entrance with the tip of his middle finger, sliding it inside you and beginning a slow thrust of his hand, occasionally making beckoning motions inside of you. His long slender finger inside you made you moan and withe under him. He leaned down to steal your lips in a kiss, his finger sliding out of you and when it returned inside you it was accompanied by another, you moaned into his mouth as he stretched you with scissoring motions, occasionally twisting his wrist to stimulate you. He pulled from your lips again, sitting back on his heels.

His free hand found your clit with his thumb, still thrusting into you with his fingers, his thumb keeping the rhythm of his fingers, your cunt making obscene sloppy wet noises against his hand. He slid a third finger into you, his thumb holding down his pinky to thrust into your sopping pussy with purpose, his fingers stretching you deliciously, making you moan out loudly into the silenced room.

“You’re so beautiful, dammit,” He said, watching you as your hands played with your hard nipples, spurring your own pleasure in time to his hands as they worked on you. Your head thrown back in pleasure, hair spread around your face like a halo. He bit his lip, his achingly hard cock still straining against the inside of his trousers, a damp patch of presumed soaking through the white material. “Are you ready for me, mi Amor,” He asked, taking his hand away from your clit to unbutton his trousers clumsily.

You looked up at him, nodding, “I think so, Rosi,” you moaned, he slid his fingers out and they shone slick and wet in the light of your room. He held them to your mouth and you sucked on each of his fingers, wrapping your tongue around his digits as you did so, and he moaned softly, the stimulation driving him crazy.

He pulled the hand away, pulling his trousers and underwear down, his cock springing free, the tip glistening with excitement as it stood to attention for you. He sat, his back against the wall, and patted his thigh, an invitation for you to climb on top and ride him.

You moved across the bed, kneeling over his cock and lowering yourself gently onto him, using his shoulders to steady your motions, groaning as your lips stretched to accommodate his huge girth. You slid down a couple inches, stopping to let yourself get used to his length, Corazon groaning and making deep eye contact with you as you eased him farther into you, holding his hands on your hips, holding himself back from fully thrusting into you with his full length.

“Nnn, Querida,” He moaned as you slid further down his length, biting your lip and stifling your moans as you eased him inside you, “Fuck, you’re so tight for me.”

You leaned forward, sinking teeth into his shoulder as you rocked your hips down to the last inches of his cock, buried inside of you until the hilt, stretching you to your limit, he let you adjust a moment before using his hands on your hips to rock you back and forth against him, stimulating you both without withdrawing from deep inside you. You let go of him with your teeth as you got used to his size and started to moan and feel the waves of pleasure from his stimulation.

You moved your hands under his arms, wrapping them around his shoulders and pressing your chest into his, beginning to rock your hips against him in the time that he was rolling your hips with his hands. You lifted your hips, sliding up his thick length before impaling yourself on him again. He groaned a deep throaty moan for you, waiting so long to feel himself deep inside your wet, tight cunt.

He held you close in the new position, arms crossed over your back as you fucked yourself on his length, his forehead pressed to yours, “I’m going to fill you with so much cum that there is no way you won’t get pregnant,” He groaned, voice low, his brown eyes sparkling with his passion and love for you.

“I’ll take it all,” You moaned, rolling your hips as you met his upward thrusting, feeling your walls clench around him, the twitching inside you, edging you ever closer to the sweet release of your orgasm.

“Are you going to come for me, Querida?” He moaned, his hips moving on their own, thrusting in deep solid motions, “Do you want my cum inside you? Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dripping?”

You nodded quickly against his forehead, his words pushing you over the edge, your moans getting louder, the limit within you snapping as your pleasure pushed the threshold over into an orgasm.

“Fuuuuck,” You cried, “Please cum inside me, give me a baby, Rosinante.”

He grinned, fucking you harsher, chasing his orgasm as your cunt spasmed and tightened over his cock, you felt his huge length twitch inside you, beginning his released. “You’re so tight, I’m pressed against your cervix, you’ll have no choice but be pregnant,” He moaned, his cum filling you to the brim as the hot rope of seed coated you from the inside.

You collapsed against his chest, laying your head against his shoulder, moisture from your sweat mixing with his. You both caught your breath for a moment, his length still deep inside you.

“Gods that was good,” You sighed against him, getting comfortable against his chest and closing your eyes.

He suddenly flipped you over, making you shriek, your back against the bed again and your partner towering over you, a grin on his face.

You felt him getting hard inside of you again, “I said I wasn’t going to stop until you were pregnant, didn’t I? That was just round one.”

[nirikeehan]

Hello! For DADWC Prompt: Bad things happen Bingo: "Take My Hand!" with Thalia & Dorian (bffs). <3

THANK YOU CATHY!! I've been hyped for this one for ages and I am finally getting around to it.

For @dadrunkwriting and @badthingshappenbingo

Series: Dragon Age: Inquisition

WC: 1798

This one ended up getting away from me so I'm cutting it for length down to its relevant part. It's also occurring in the same story as this. For context, Thalia and Dorian are in the snowy mountains of Emprise du Lion, having just found a site they think houses old elven ruins and might be home to horrific abominations (and possibly an operation instigated by Solas?). Slight spoilers for the Tevinter Nights short story "The Horror of Hormak."

I also didn't proofread most of this. A true DWC experience.

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“Maybe we should turn back,” Thalia said. A land bridge stretched out before them, allowing unfettered access to the ruins, but their circumstances suddenly felt a great deal more dangerous. “I can send a raven to Cullen, and then—”

“I’m sure he could scrounge up a few strapping lads wishing they were still employed by the Inquisition,” Dorian interjected drily, “but by the time they get here and tromp on up the mountain, what do you think would be left? Assuming there’s anything to find, of course. Just because the place is where we thought it was doesn’t mean there’s a nefarious operation happening below ground. But if we leave now, and there is someone here, we’ll lose the element of surprise for sure.” 

Thalia let out a slow breath, trying to ignore her sense of dread. “You’re right.” She chuckled, nervously adjusting the scarf around her neck. “It just occurred to me, if this was a combat mission like the old days…” 

“We’re two people short of a full party,” Dorian finished, with a smirk. “It is a little strange without Varric’s witticisms and Rainier’s constant brooding.” 

The comment brought a wry smirk to Thalia’s face. The four of them had been a dream team, once; her favorite agents to bring on a field mission. “I’m sure Varric is very busy these days, being viscount of Kirkwall. Couldn’t possibly tear himself away.”

“Rainier would be here in a heartbeat, though,” Dorian commented casually.

Thalia swallowed hard. “We’ve not time to reminisce,” she replied, and shifted to her Inquisitor tone. “Shall we call this strictly a scouting mission? We don’t have much manpower, and I don’t want us to get in over our heads. But if there’s something to find…” She cast a foreboding glance at their destination, “you’re right; it’s important we find it.” 

Dorian cocked an eyebrow as she spoke, but did not comment on her abrupt change of subject. “As you wish, Your Worship,” he said, with an exaggerated bow. 

“Oh, shut up.” Thalia dug her pole into the snow and started across the land bridge.

Standing among the ruins did nothing to tame them. The cracked stone walls surrounded them, and the silence, once peaceful, now held an ominous note. Thalia yearned for a gust of wind, just to make the place feel less like a tomb.

“Our research indicated this was an elven temple,” Dorian said quietly. They had assumed a defensive stance, backs facing each other, without thinking. “I’m not sure I believe that.”

“Why not?” 

Dorian gestured with a ski pole toward a pile of rubble poking out of a snow pile. “Because it has the layout of a fortress, does it not?” 

Thalia looked where he was pointing, and then around them. “Maybe. I’m not sure. There’s not enough left for me to tell, really.” She paused. “And I suppose you could say the Temple of Mythal served a dual purpose, couldn’t you?” 

“True.” 

Squinting, Thalia tried to picture what he meant. She supposed she could see it: if the crumbled walls they passed after leaving the landbridge was the entrance, they could be standing in the remains of some sort of courtyard. Or even an inner bailey. Did ancient elven even architecture have baileys? 

I bet Solas could have told me, Thalia thought, feeling a little queasy. 

Beside her, Dorian paced, leaving deeper and deeper impressions of his footprints in the snow. “The question is, if it is a fortress — what was it meant to protect?” 

“I don’t know.” Beyond the walls lay nothing but solid rock face. “There ought to be a door around here somewhere, shouldn’t there?”

“Precisely what I was thinking. Perhaps the stronghold is built into the mountain itself. It’s all a matter of finding it.” 

They began to walk the perimeter, scouring the mountainside for any sign of gaps, archways, or manmade carvings. Nothing revealed itself. The sheer rock wall extended up and up, ending in white-tipped peaks, and that was it. There was heavy snow all along the tips, Thalia noted, easily feet upon feet of it; the same sort of snow that obscured much of the site. “If there is an entrance somewhere, do you think perhaps the recent storm covered it up?” 

“Unlikely,” said Dorian. He stood a few yards away on a raised stone platform, his back to her. His voice sounded stilted and strange. 

Thalia frowned. “Dorian?” 

He glanced over his shoulder. He had paled considerably. “You should see this.”

“What is it?” Thalia frowned and hurried toward him, but he held out a palm to stay her. 

“Careful. No sudden moves, but…” He turned from her, looking over the far lip of the platform. “I think I’ve found our entrance.” 

Tenderly, Thalia picked her way up the small, crumbling steps to join him. The platform was made of an intricate pattern of ornately carved, octagonal-shaped slabs, fitting together in a pleasing geometric design. As she approached Dorian, she saw that a few feet from where Dorian stood, the stonework became cracked and uneven. Beyond that dropped off into only air.

“Good Andraste,” Thalia whispered. 

The black chasm was wide, and fell down, into total darkness; even the bright sunlight overhead could not penetrate its depths. 

Thalia demanded, “What the hell happened here?”

“I could not tell you,” Dorian said, “but I’m not sure it’s wise to get any closer.” 

That was apparent at a glance. Unlike Ramesh’s description of the mine at Hormak, there was no stair nor ladder, not even a likely location where they could set up a winch. This hole in the earth could not be man-made; instead, something terrible had caused a great collapse. But when? And why? 

Somewhere deep in the hole, something rumbled. 

It was faint at first. Thalia could have excused it as a distant groan of thunder — if it didn’t sound like it was coming from below them. Then, it grew louder, and louder still. The stone beneath their feet began to vibrate. 

“Whatever it is, I think we��ve worn out our welcome,” Dorian announced, and turned around to face her. 

Over his shoulder, a giant tentacle rose up out of the depths. 

Thalia had enough time to scream “Dorian!” before it attacked. The lumbering mass swung down violently at the ground near their feet. Some of the stones fell away into the abyss; the reverberation knocked both Thalia and Dorian backward. Thalia fell flat on her back, tried to to her feet, but the platform beneath her had shifted — tilted — downward. 

She let out an involuntary shriek as she slid toward the edge above the pit. One arm was all but useless: her prosthetic, in a crisis, became little more than dead weight. She clawed with her good hand, trying to lodge her fingers into a crack or crevice. Her legs flailed; her heels dug into the surface below her but would not gain a foothold. She hit a loose stone on her way down, which catapulted her into the air face first— 

And she halted. 

She was suspended over the edge, looking down into the yawning chasm, but she had stuck fast. Thalia looked behind her; her boot had lodged between two rocks; her scarf had come loose and wrapped itself around the branch of a spindly tree that clung to the lip of the pit’s overhang. Maybe if I can reach a branch myself, I can climb back up… 

Frantic, she looked around, but she ws alone. “Dorian?” she called. “Dorian?” 

“Oh, I’m right bloody here,” came a petulant voice from below.  

A few feet directly beneath her, Dorian clung to an exposed tree root, which was the only thing that kept him from falling. The tentacle had disappeared, but the rumbling still emitted from deep in the pit.

Dorian huffed. “So much for a scouting mission, eh?” 

 Thalia angled herself toward him and stretched out her arm. “Here, take my hand!” 

“Are you joking?” Dorian shot back. “You’ve only got one of them. How on earth are you even holding on?” 

“My foot’s anchored — don’t worry, just take it!” She wiggled her fingers, as if to prove how trustworthy they were.

“This was not how I planned to die,” Dorian grumbled, shimmying up the root to get in reach of her hand. “I wanted to be an old man, warm in bed, with a handsome someone’s mouth around my—”

“Dorian.” Straining, Thalia got in range of his outstretched limb and clamped her hand around his wrist. With all her might, she pulled. “Maker, you’re heavy!” 

“It’s not polite to make fun of one’s physical attributes in his final moments, my dear.” 

Gritting her teeth, Thalia tried to rear back and hook her other arm around the tree trunk to give her more leverage. She felt her prosthetic arm protest and buckle from the weight. If it detaches, I’m gonna lose him… 

With the additional force, Dorian slammed his hand onto the crumbling rock and hoisted himself back onto the platform. He grabbed at the tree and scrambled into it. Once safely nestled in the sturdy branches, he reached down and helped Thalia untangle her scarf and dislodge her foot from the rock crevice. It pulsed with pain and she was certain would be bruised black and blue, but it had saved them both. 

“So,” Thalia said with false cheer, once they had caught their breaths, “shall we hazard a guess as to what the hell that was?” 

As if in reply, the grotesque tentacle rose up once again out of the depths. It was a sickly grey in the light, covered in pseudopods and something else — what looked like it could be the outline of bones, eyes, and other orifices — but it was here and gone so quick it was difficult to tell. It swiped at them, missed, hit the remnants of the stone platform, causing the remains of the structure to crumble and fall. The noise from the collapse, joined with a tremendous bellow from below, shook the rocks, the tree, and the very air around them. 

And then above them all, high on the mountaintop, the snow began to slide. 

Dorian threw his arms around Thalia to shield her. The roar was deafening, and the avalanche whipped shards of snow and ice at their faces and clothes, but they were lucky — hanging above the pit in the tree, they were clear from its path. The snow fell directly into the chasm, and kept falling and falling. When at last the air cleared, there was no sign of the pit, the tentacle, or even of the ruins.

“Unless we send that raven to Cullen, and he can hire some strapping lads skilled at digging,” Dorian said blithely, “I fear we may never know.” 

[tinsley-goldsworth]

you live like that, you live with ghosts (chapter 1)

this is part of the ricky goldsworth case files series! read the first two books here!

read on ao3!

Summary: c.c. passed the test but does he have what it takes to keep his act up?

Wc: 1798

Tw: description of a severed head?? Kinda graphic 

a/n: just a friendly reminder that i have no idea how gangs work and i’m not sticking to the canon at all oops just imagine this as a separate universe from ours!  

C.C. expected more from Maizey. As an infamous gang leader, she should have arranged some sort of elaborate plan to meet with a new recruit. Instead, C.C. was told to simply wait outside the back door of an abandoned building. He shouldn’t have expected more or less to be honest as having a giant hideout was probably out of Maizey’s budget but a man can hope.

Ricky should have chosen C.C.’s outfit because C.C. was unsure how well he blended in. The absence of a coat bothered C.C. and his head felt bare without his fedora. He stood outside the back entrance of the building, waiting for Maizey as he was instructed. As he waited, C.C. tried to count how many words were graffitied onto the wall to distract himself from thoughts about meeting the person who killed Lucy. Finally, Maizey walked up to C.C. with her fluorescent green hair in a tangled mess and a gun still in her hand. She took out a key from inside her pocket and opened the door with it, walking inside and gesturing for C.C. to follow.

As C.C. walked into the building, what felt like a thousand eyes turned towards his direction as a bunch of people began to scrutinize him and without him saying anything. The air was dusty and it took all of C.C.’s willpower to not cough with every breath. Maizey shut the door and faced C.C., momentarily ignoring all the other people in the room.

“Now that you’re going to work with us, I have to set a couple of ground rules. One, we’re only going to help you take down Ricky and Night Night and we don’t see each other again. Two, no stepping out of line or not following the plan. Three, don’t go around telling people. I think that third one is a given. These are some pretty simple ground rules and there are more rules I can lay down later,” Maizey twirled the gun in her hand casually, as if it wasn’t a weapon and rather a toy. Her emotionless eyes stabbed into C.C. as she maintained eye contact so intense, one would assume she was trying to win a staring contest. C.C. nodded to show he understood and Maizey’s eyes turned towards the rest of the people in the room. “I suppose I should introduce you to the rest of the crew. Or let them speak for themselves.”

Maizey gave a pointed look at the guy with sunglasses and he stood up straighter, his hands brushing against the knife tucked under his belt. He cast a hasty glance towards the rest of the people before facing C.C., obvious suspicion flashing in his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.

“I’m Brandon. Don’t get too comfortable around here,” Brandon’s brushed a lock of his mahogany red hair out his face and his lips were set in a tight line. C.C. glances at the plates of metal embedded in Brandon’s arm and Brandon’s glare only grew more venomous. The detective sealed his lips and didn’t ask about it.

“Mike. I agree with Brandon,” The guy with a worn swamp green fedora spoke, giving C.C. an equally unwelcoming glare. Even though his eyes were empty but young, the bags under his eyes signified that he was a lot older than he sounded. The backs of Mike’s hands had scars on them and his knuckles were bruised. C.C. definitely did not belong with this crowd of people but he just pushed his nerves aside and nodded calmly. He wasn’t too bothered by their threats as he faced criminals who claimed they would murder C.C. and everybody he loves once they got out of prison but the part C.C. was most worried about was keeping his cool at all times around these people.

One by one, each person went around and offered an unfriendly introduction and clearly, nobody wanted to work with C.C. They probably were all suspicious of his motives and were waiting to see if he was going to turn on them. C.C. was determined to not give them the satisfaction of being correct (obviously they were but C.C. couldn’t let them know) and didn’t react to any of their warnings as they expected him to. The last person to introduce themselves was Gene.

Gene was the most welcoming out of everybody and it was clear that he was new to the world of crime as C.C. noted the absence of any scars or marks on Gene’s skin. He was a rather bulky guy and had french-fry yellow hair that contrasted with his ketchup red shirt. Gene had on a pair of wacky glasses that took the edge off his appearance. He had greeted C.C. enthusiastically, earning him withering looks from the rest of the people.

After everybody introduced themselves, Maizey handed C.C. over to Gene to show him around the facility. Gene was more hyper when his colleagues weren’t around and he ecstatically ushered C.C. up the stairs into the upper level where the weapons were stored. Gene rambled on about his favorite weapons and which ones were the deadliest while C.C. glances at them wearily, hoping that he wouldn’t be forced to use them but knowing Maizey, he eventually would.

Then, Gene took C.C. to another room that had a case with somebody’s head in it. When C.C. first saw it, he was so horrified he almost stopped in his tracks. The head was of a woman and her eyes were open and empty. Her mouth was slightly open as if she had been caught off guard. Gene almost squealed with delight and walked up to the case, gesturing to it as he vividly explained, “This is the head of Pam! She was the second biggest rival gang, placing after Night Night’s, and she killed Brandon’s parents, Dan and Rebecca. She also killed Gebra, Maizey’s wife, and we took down their gang within a week! It was the coolest day of my life.”

“Sounds fun,” C.C. tried his best to sound energetic rather than horrified and Gene beamed, obviously buying the act. He continued to walk through the room, encouraged by C.C.’s approval, and rambled on.

“It was actually the first big thing I was part of! I just joined this gang a couple of months ago and I was only doing small things. It really was the best day of my life,” Gene smiled dreamily and C.C. decided that he really needed to finish this mission as soon as possible so the only psychopath he could be around was Ricky. Even then, Ricky was a reasonable psychopath, unlike the people in Maizey’s gang who apparently had a thing for cutting off people’s heads and putting them on display.

Once Gene finished his tour, C.C. returned to Maizey to receive more information. Maizey gave him a brief rundown of when to meet in the next couple of days and promised that they would take down the gang in the next three days. She didn’t give him a very specific plan and only vaguely explained that her plan consisted of attacking Night Night in their home base with their best weapons. C.C. had a feeling that if he pressed for more details, Maizey would start to get suspicious so he just accepted her hazy outline.

Gene was more enthusiastic about C.C. than the detective expected because after he talked to Maizey, Gene brought him over to the closet of clothing and explained that C.C. should change his look to look more intimidating for when they killed Night Night. C.C. barely got a word in before Gene tossed C.C. some clothes and ordered him to change into them. Reluctantly, C.C. changed into the clothes that Gene picked out for him. When he stepped out with his new clothes, Gene proudly complimented his outfit and when C.C. turned towards the mirror, he looked like a totally different person.

The jacket Gene picked out had a few specks in blood on it but made C.C.’s shoulder appear broader. The pants were a little tight but made C.C. seem taller, even though he was already ridiculously tall. Overall, the outfit made C.C. look tougher and more intimidating. C.C. thanked Gene and Gene beamed, joy practically radiating off his body.

Finally, it was time for C.C. to head back to his hotel and he set up the decoy body before heading out to meet Ricky in the dark night. Ricky hadn’t noticed C.C.’s outfit at first and asked, “How was it? Did you figure out the plan?”

“It was fine. They’re just a bunch of psychopaths that’s all. Nothing too bad. Maizey didn’t give me the specifics but she said the attack should be in about three days,” C.C. informed and Ricky’s mouth fell open slightly. There was a beat of silence before Ricky spoke up.

“Your outfit,” Ricky managed, looking C.C. up and down with emotion stirring in his eyes. C.C. blushed, feeling a little embarrassed when he realized he was so worn out he forgot to change out of the clothes Gene forced him to wear.

“Oh yeah, one of the guys there chose it for me. He said I’d look more intimidating-“ C.C. was cut off by Ricky kissing him passionately. He was caught off guard but reciprocated, feeling Ricky’s hands clutch the fabric of his jacket as their lips locked together.

“You’re so pretty,” Ricky mumbled between kisses, basically inhaling in C.C. as they kissed. It had been a while before the couple had gotten a chance to get intimate after Lucy’s death but C.C. didn’t mind Ricky’s passion. Unfortunately, C.C. couldn’t spend much time with Ricky so he had to pull away.

“I’m not too sure about the exact plans but I’ll update you when I find out more information,” C.C. promised and Ricky glanced at his watch, a frown appearing on his face when he saw that their time was up already. All C.C. wanted to do was kiss that frown off his face and hold Ricky in his arms forever, promising that everything would work out. But they were out of time and could only sneak in a quick kiss before C.C. had to leave to lay in his bed, lonely as usual. He just had to remind himself that after all this was over, he would be able to spend the rest of his life, undisturbed, with Ricky. At least he hoped so.

~

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chapter 2 is out now!

[sportsv]

王朝已經瓦解，但勇士尚未殞落？2019 金州勇士市場操作評比

文／庫奇

勇士在一個月前的總冠軍賽裡連續傷了Durant和Thompson兩員大將並輸掉三連霸後，NBA進入了勇士王朝崩解後的群雄爭冠時代，但被迫殞落的勇士隊，從過去２個星期的各項操作來分析，Bob Myers與他的團隊並沒有放棄下個球季，雖然他們損失了Kevin Durant，但神奇地先簽後換得到D'Angelo Russell，並如願留下Klay Thompson，之後更是不少令人讚嘆的市場操作，這支「被殞落」的勇士隊在洛城雙雄奮起的鎂光燈下，靜悄悄地又開始準備回到爭冠的舞台上。

▲MAX頂薪5年1億8990萬成功續約Klay Thompson

▲評分：A

與Durant比較起來，Thompson去留是比較沒有懸念的，去年一整個球季他跟勇士高層雙方都曾在媒體上發言希望永留灣區與頂薪留人，算是一種間接達成續約的概念。雖然在開市前Thompson陣營曾傳出只要勇士沒拿出頂薪合約，就會去跟其他球隊會面，但勇士在開市第一時間就直接端出頂薪合約給Thomspon，雙方毫無疑慮的直接達成續約。

Thompson傷勢至少要等到明年明星賽後才有望復出，甚至會比預期還要晚，但這張頂薪合約無論是對未來還是過去都很合理，過去Thompson八個球季就出賽615場，其中還包括新人球季遇到NBA封館的縮短球季，八年裡可說是勇士全隊「最健康且耐操」的球員，貢獻程度更是不在話下，八個球季場均19.5分、3.5籃板、2.3助攻、三分球命中率41.9%，總計已命中1798記三分球。

這張頂薪合約對於Thompson和勇士的未來，一來是保住浪花兄弟的招牌，只要浪花兄弟還沒倒就不能算勇士殞落，二來是前十字韌帶撕裂並沒有想像中的重傷害，甚至恢復過去身手並非不可能，而且Thompson主要進攻手段在於空跑與C&S，而並非是過人、切入、Crossover...等需大量使用膝蓋的動作。但現在都只能說可能性，沒辦法肯定未來恢復狀態會如何，但相信依Thompson不服輸的個性能夠幫助他順利恢復。

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▲沒留下Kevin Durant→S&T換來D'Angelo Russell、Shabazz Napier、Treveon Graham並多送出一枚2020首輪籤(前20順位保護)

▲交易Iguodala、2024年首輪籤(前4順位保護→2025年首輪第一順位保護→2026年首輪無保護)與200萬現金送到灰熊，換回雙向合約的Julian Washburn

▲一天後將Shabazz Napier、Treveon Graham加上部分現金交易到灰狼

▲評分：B

這是一系列的操作，幾乎能說是在一個小時內發生的連動交易。基本上沒有成功留下KD就是得扣分數，但從勇士隊後面一連串的操作，彷彿已經準備好PlanB反而讓人驚艷Myers的遠見，雖然為了Russell送出勇士陣中頗具威望的Iguodala，但這似乎是沒辦法中的辦法。

延伸閱讀：勇士沒了Iguodala，影響程度超乎想像

不過，有個部分是值得討論的，有球迷會覺得其實勇士沒必要急著交易出Iguodala，因為S&T也不是立即生效，應該有時間能思考該怎麼讓Iguodala產生更多價值或者省去那一枚首輪籤，起初我也是贊成勇士要多等多看多聽，但後來想想，為何勇士會想送到灰熊?

因為灰熊下個球季明顯不會是競爭對手，球隊陣容也尚未成熟，如果把Iguodala送去火箭、快艇..等強隊，反而送給他們新球季的競爭對手一份大禮，所以當問灰熊是否願意收下老當益壯且能夠建立冠軍文化的Iguodala，灰熊要求一枚首輪籤後就立馬收下了，但是送走Iguodala還多送一枚首輪籤，這絕對是值得多考慮的部分。Shabazz Napier、Treveon Graham是籃網硬塞進包裹內，明顯不在勇士計畫內，於是在一天後送出搭配現金給灰狼，算是一筆合理的操作。

用最終結果來分析，勇士最終得到Russell但失去了Iguodala、2枚首輪籤與560萬美金，若用結果論來分析這一系列的交易，感覺似乎也不差，用逐漸邁入退休年紀的Iguodala換回整整小了一輪的明星後衛Russell，是個有遠見、能夠延續勇士未來強勢的辦法，不過若只硬要換回Russell，卻沒有後續角色球員的補強，那這筆操作也只是徒勞無功，不過，想當然而Myers並不會讓這種事情發生。

所以當這筆S&T完成後觸發了硬性Apron，團隊薪資不能超過1億3890萬，就算是用底薪、中產等特例條款都必須壓在1億3890萬內，7月1日勇士陣中僅有6名有保障合約球員，但團隊薪資卻已經來到1億2300萬，僅剩下1590萬的空間，在如此拮据操作條件下還要補進7-9名球員，平均算下來每一位球員都必須以底薪簽進來才有辦法，使得勇士每一筆操作都顯得相當小心翼翼。

▲3年1500萬成功續約Kevon Looney

▲評分：A+

用1500萬留住Looney三年絕對是勇士今年成功操作之一，Looney是過去2個球季勇士隊內重要的禁區球員，也是除了Draymond、Bogut隊內還熟悉戰術體系該怎麼跑禁區球員。曾經在17-18球季中就被勇士選擇不執行最後一年的球隊選項，但憑藉著他在季後賽精湛表現，獲得勇士一年底薪續約。

其實在去年Looney就有獲得其他球隊報價，而報價也絕對是高於底薪，但他太喜歡灣區和勇士隊，捨不得離開的Looney最終接受底薪留在勇士，而今年他的表現更加出色且亮眼，取代了Livingston成為第七人，總冠軍不斷忍著鎖骨骨折的傷勢在球場不斷拼鬥的精神至今仍無法忘記。不難想像Looney在今年絕對比去年還更加搶手，開市前就不少隊伍對Looney展開追求，聽聞的合約報價都高於勇士開的年薪500萬，但最終這個大傻子仍���3年1500萬留在勇士，只能說這就是真愛吧

「留在勇士對我來說就是最好的情況，我想繼續成為這裡的一部分，不論是組織還是團隊，我仍覺得我們有機會贏下明年，這也是我接受合約的原因。」 Looney接受訪問時說道

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▲二年440萬簽下Willie Cauley-Stein(第二年為球員選項)

▲評分：A+

用這筆價碼簽下前國王中鋒Willie Cauley-Stein簡直不可思議，或許勇士能順利簽下，多少因為冠軍文化的誘惑再加上他早已打定要離開國王到新環境，所以國王也如他所願撤掉了QO報價讓他能夠自由。後來Willie Cauley-Stein在幾天前夏季聯賽接受訪問道：「當時我接到了勇士隊的電話，我認為沒有理由拒絕加入他們，這對我來說是非常簡單的選擇。」

Willie Cauley-Stein在開市的第一天就跑去訊號很差的地方釣魚，直到經紀人打給他說「現在勇士隊正在找你?你在哪裡?」一聽到勇士隊，他馬上跑去2公里外訊號良好的地點跟勇士隊通話，他立即和Kerr通了電話並談論到他要如何適應勇士隊，Cauley-Stein當下即答應加入勇士，不過電話中途他知道了Looney確定和勇士續約，Kerr也因此先掛掉電話，但Kerr沒多久立即打回給他，並說「很抱歉，Looney現在完成續約了，我們將薪資空間提供給他，因為他過去貢獻很多很多，所以沒辦法用原本跟你談好價錢簽約，可能會是底薪左右，但我們仍非常需要你的加入」，最終Willie Cauley-Stein接受合約降價加入勇士「當我收到回電時，我覺得他們非常專業很酷，聽起來就像他們無論如何都需要我，所以我就決定降薪去灣區了」，根據外媒指出他收到了許多高於勇士隊提供的報價合約(年薪約500-1000萬)

雖然Cauley-Stein在國王評價褒貶不一，好的評價是關於他相當具有天賦，籃下低位終結能力好、具有禁區外的投籃能力，速度快、能打擋拆，壞的評價是關於他態度鬆散、防守時好時壞、對於籃板卡位始終不用心，空有一身本領卻不懂得發揮。聽起來跟Looney是截然不同的球風與個性的球員，或許正好能夠跟Looney互補，但總而言之絕對是比Bell跟Jones還要好的球員就是了。新球季幾乎能確定他們倆就是主要輪替的中鋒，Cauley-Stein預計會是先發、Looney則是替補，兩人互相吃掉24分鐘的上場時間。

有機會能看見Cauley-Stein透過勇士防守教練Adams調教後，讓他成為攻守兩端皆具備的一流中鋒，也有機會能看見他跟Curry和Russell不斷打擋拆肆虐對手禁區的畫面，但這都只是"有機會"，當然也有機會往壞的地方走，但是能用二年440萬簽下WCS這個充滿天賦與希望的禁區小將，對於勇士隊來說是沒有任何損失，而且WCS非常有可能會是新球季勇士能走多遠的關鍵球員。

▲二年395萬簽下Glenn Robinson III(第二年為球員選項)

▲評分：C+

Robinson III在過去除了明星賽灌籃王的頭銜外幾乎沒有其他評價，雖然左腳踝曾經受過傷，但沒有影響到他的彈跳力，但他除了彈跳力並沒有其他更出色的技能，雖然能投外線也能切入但都是半調子並不專精，生涯三分球命中率場均投1.3次命中0.5球，命中率有36%但出手數過少，可能不用期待會有什麼爆量得分的表現。將Robinson III簽下來唯一的理由就是他能扛勇士非常缺乏的側翼，但身高僅198公分，防守也不出色，應該會是排在McKinnie、Evans、Burks後的替補側翼。與WCS的簽約相比之下，Robinson III的簽約在勇士眾多操作中顯得不亮眼，因為同樣的底薪價錢應該能夠簽下同等級但又更有未來性的球員，甚至是至今仍未收到合約的老朋友Justin Holiday​可能還會比Robinson III還要好。

▲送出Damian Jones、1枚2026二輪籤到老鷹，換回Omari Spellman

▲一年232萬底薪簽下Alec Burks

▲評分：B+

因為算是有相關連的操作，所以放在一起討論。把Damian Jones交易出去對我來說，是預期外的操作，因為勇士現階段純中鋒也不多，加上Jones也只有三位，將Jones送走後中鋒僅剩下WCS跟Looney，但勇士清掉Jones的理由也很合理，Jones養了三年並沒有太多成長，在新球季也不會是主要輪替陣容，雖然他在夏季聯賽表現得算是勉強及格，但是過多不聰明的犯規顯得他在勇士隊複雜戰術中很難以發揮，而且他在新球季的薪資將是230萬，對於連10萬都要相當計較的勇士隊來說，並沒有必要花230萬在一個第三替補中鋒身上，所以將他交易到老鷹換回年薪僅189萬的Spellman，在這筆交易中勇士多獲得41萬的操作空間，41萬能幹麻，能讓勇士更有操作空間去簽下正好遇到雷霆解體事件重新考慮簽約的Alec Burks(因為當時勇士團隊薪資空間是連要開出一張完整的底薪合約都要經過計算過的困境)

第一，Spellman比Jones更便宜，第二，Spellman比Jones更適合勇士體系、第三，勇士能補進過去相當欠缺的板凳型砍分好手Alec Burks，所以這筆操作的代價只要付出Jones跟1枚2輪籤相當值得。比Jones更便宜的Spellman去年新人球季場均5.9分、4.2籃板、1助攻，還曾經有過4場雙10，而且能投三分球(上賽季投2.8球中1球、34.4%命中率)、防守端也不差，只是身材胖了點，新球季絕對要減肥，值得一提的是他跟勇士今年剛選進的新秀Eric Paschall，曾經在2018年聯手帶領Villanova大學拿下當年度NCAA總冠軍，他們兩人的合作默契會有益於球隊，更有趣的是他們球風和Draymond Green類似，都屬於團隊型禁區球員，但現階段兩位年輕小將都還不如Green許多，尤其是在防守端的指揮上，不過在三分線準度上兩位年輕人絕對是較為出色的，所以或許換個方式良性逼促Green趕緊將三分球技能包給撿回來吧。

勇士一口氣補進這兩位小Green，​很可能是在為明年本尊Green合約到期先買保險，畢竟沒有冠軍保證的陣容，不敢肯定勇士老闆會想為了Green付出頂薪。

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從雷霆重建風暴中獲利得到的Burks，原本已經口頭答應要加盟雷霆，但因為雷霆突然開始重建計畫，於是雷霆好心主動向Burks提出能夠重新考慮的要求，於是Burks最終改為投效勇士。曾經在2011年Klay Tompson後1個順位也就是第12順位被爵士挑走，如今勇士手握當年第11、12順位也算是很有趣的事情。去年Burks換了三支球隊，但是仍能保持場均8.8分、2助攻、3.7籃板、36.3%三分球命中率的成績，過去在爵士隊雖然時常受傷，但是七年期間仍能有場均9.7分、1.6助攻、2.9籃板、35.3%三分球命中率，所以Burks的加入能有效改善勇士過去板凳火力不足的問題。

開市後兩個禮拜，勇士陣容離開了Kevin Durant(簽約籃網)、Andre Iguodala(交易到灰熊)、Shaun Livingston(裁掉)、DeMarcus Cousins(簽約湖人)、Quinn Cook(勇士撤掉QO，簽約湖人)、Jonas Jerebko、Jordan Bell(撤掉QO，簽約灰狼)、Andrew Bogut(回澳職)、Damian Jones(交易到老鷹)、再加上雙向合約的Marcus Derrickson與Damion Lee，總共離開了11個人。

取而代之的是D'Angelo Russell、Alec Burks、Glenn Robinson III、Willie Cauley-Stein、 Jordan Poole、 Alen Smailagic、Eric Paschall、Omari Spellman..等8位球員，這組新陣容進攻端看似沒有太大問題，反而是防守端讓人捏了不少冷汗，不過能夠拯救他們團隊防守的Ron Adams已經婉拒湖人球團的邀約，未來確定會繼續留在勇士，當Ron Adams回來坐鎮防守教練，多多少少能幫助這支全新陣容的勇士隊注入一點信心與保證吧。

綜合以上，今年勇士在市場操作評比至少也有85分以上。整體星度雖然跟過去相比之下有差別，陣容完整性也是有一個落差，至少是值得滿心期待的全新陣容，而不是對新球季完全放棄的全新陣容。勇士制服組一步步將原先看似大勢已去的新球季給拉了回來，整個陣容更加年輕化，對於戰績和冠軍的慾望會更加提升，最重要的是全聯盟的注目焦點將不會放在灣區，現在都轉向洛城，會使得這組新陣容的勇士能更沒有壓力去打好每一場比賽。

Stephen Curry：「很多人都在討論我們隊上的人才，但那不是最重要的，重要的是將不同風格球員組合在一起，打出最有化學效應的場上表現，才有辦法成功勝利。我們現在正有目標性去加速團隊化學變化，為我們新球季的比賽打下基礎，等待Klay回歸，到時候將會很有趣。」

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