#For all your Pocket Whimsy Needs!
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
#spilled ink#warm up#“why did u tag it warm up” bc i wrote it off the cuff while drinkin coffee lol#btw the 30 dollar buy in for the dog walking is bc they pay the organizer a small pittance so she can#run fb ads and stuff and like she does put in a lot of work i don't mind paying her#but that's exactly what im fucking talking about like.#ppl can't afford to volunteer their time anymore and we all understand it!!! everything costs money for everyone!#like we didn't have to use to say ''do you mind paying me back for the stuff we ate''#we used to be able to afford to feed our friends once in a while!!!
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Resignation
Summary: 18+ 1.5k homelander x reader, established relationship, dirty talk, thigh riding, grinding.
After you have a particularly rough day at work, Homelander offers you some sound career advice, and a little stress relief.
spiritual successor to Customer Service, but stands alone. this is for everyone who's sick of this capitalist hellscape, and the crummy jobs we're forced to work to survive. not proofread, we die like men. 🖤
Another day, another dollar, another near meltdown.
You spend most of your commute home trying to pull yourself together. After the day you’ve had at work, the last thing you need to do is burst into tears before you even made it home. It’s taking everything in you to keep it at bay.
There’s just something about you that apparently screams Hey! Abuse me! in the workplace.
At least you’ve got something to look forward to when you get home.
Or rather, someone.
“I’m home,” you announce tiredly, stepping inside. You kick your shoes off, and despite your mood, you smile at the pair of tall red boots that sit next to them. It took some convincing to get him to take them off consistently, but ever since he’s started spending more and more time hiding out at your place, you’ve insisted on some ground rules
“Living room,” Homelander calls back.
Walking in, you find him crouched in the living room, staring at your cat with a level of intensity you’re not sure what to make of. “Uh, something going on here?”
“Yep,” he answers evenly. “Asserting dominance.”
You watch your cat blink slowly before lazily rising, stretching into a wide yawn, and hopping down to greet you. Homelander stands, scoffing triumphantly. “I won.”
“Uh-huh,” you give back distractedly, bending down to scritch your cat's ears.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asks, frowning as he approaches. “Your eyes are all red.”
“Hard day,” you tell him, readily accepting his encroaching embrace. You sink easily into his arms, noting that his gloves are off today. That’s new. You slip your arms around his neck, your body tired and heavy as you trust him with the full weight of it. He holds you up effortlessly.
He exhales a huff of hot air right by your ear that gives you goosebumps. “Quit,” he says, his voice set low.
“That’s what you always say.”
“Because I mean it,” he shoots back fiercely, pulling away to meet your gaze. “Quit. Fuck those assholes already. You don’t need them. You have me,” he says, reiterating a conversation the two of you have had at least a dozen times now.
Money is nothing to him. He could buy you out for three times your salary for the rest of your life with his pocket change.
“I can’t just not work,” you say, pulling your hands down from his neck to lay flush on his chest. “I need my job.”
“The only thing you need is me,” he stresses again, kissing you. He always feels like he’s restraining himself when he touches you, holding himself back from moving too hard, too fast, from devouring. It’s thrilling to lose yourself in. “Why do you insist on tormenting yourself?
Stomach fluttering, you can’t help but laugh at the slight petulance that slips into his voice. “Because if I give up and let you take care of me, you might get bored, and then I’ll have nothing,” you say, and though you mean to make a joke of it, to fill your voice with playful whimsy, the confession lands harder than you expected it to. You’re tired, you’re stretched thin, and as your own words sink in, you realize just how bad it’s gotten.
Homelander withdraws, leveling you with a look that confirms it: that wasn’t a joke, and neither of you are amused.
You blink several times, suddenly speechless. “I…” You realize your eyes are burning again, and with every blink, your vision gets more bleary. “I just meant…”
“Do you really believe that?” He asks, his brows pinched.
“No,” you answer reflexively, voice too sharp even to your ears. “No, not that… I don’t know, I was trying to make a joke, but maybe… I don’t know. I get scared sometimes,” you say carefully, trying desperately not to spill the tears gathering in your eyes. “That someday I’m not going to be enough because y–”
His lips meet yours before you can continue, muffling the rest of your sentence. His hands are impossibly warm as they sweep up your back, eventually cupping either side of your neck. He kisses you like he’s starving, like he needs the taste of you to breathe, like he would die without you. He kisses you until your brain feels foggy and there’s a dull throb between your legs.
“You’re ridiculous,” he all but growls against your lips, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “I’m not going to get bored. Good fucking luck getting out of this one,” he says, slipping a hand to the back of your neck and squeezing for emphasis. You shiver, your tears lost in the wake of the slow rolling heat moving through your body. “Besides, you know damn well you’re the one who’ll be taking care of me.”
You can feel his smirk against your lips, and you laugh unexpectedly, the sound of it bordering on the sob you had very nearly fallen to. “You need a babysitter now?”
“Why, are we roleplaying? That’s pretty naughty,” he purrs.
“Stop it,” you laugh, pushing his face away, but he doesn’t relent.
“What? Sexy babysitter could be fun,” he says, kissing a trail up your neck.
“Pervert,” you accuse, turning your face to kiss him. He accepts greedily, tongue slipping between your lips. You sigh a soft moan into his mouth, which only encourages his hands to wander even more, eventually settling on your ass. Without warning, he grabs tight and hauls you up, hitching your legs around his waist, swallowing up the startled gasp you give.
He settles down onto the couch, and maneuvers you until you’re straddling his thigh. You can feel the magnitude of his strength thrumming between your legs, pressed up tight against that same throbbing heat he ignited in you with those fervent kisses.
Cupping your face, he pulls you down for more of the same.
“Go ahead,” he says against your lips, his own curved into a gloating smile. “Grind. I can smell how bad you want it.” His voice is low, as coarse and sweet as raw sugar. His words hit you like a punch to the gut, worsening the pulse of your need.
Immediately, you start to rock your hips, grinding down against him. He rewards you with a hand on your thigh, squeezing as it slides slowly higher, his thumb skirting along your inner thigh. “No more stress,” he murmurs, the words warm on your lips. “No more tears. Just you… with me… mine.”
The way he rumbles that word against your ear sends a shiver trilling up and down your spine, the heat at the center of you spiraling up, up, up, blossoming throughout your entire body. He flexes his thigh and gives you one sharp little bounce on it, wringing a moan out of you. You roll your hips faster, tightly clenching your thighs on either side of his. You push both hands up into his hair and hold on tight, panting into the crook of his neck.
Homelander slips both hands back to your ass, gives a generous squeeze while he helps your body move, rolling it in time with the way he flexes and occasionally bucks his thigh against you. “Say it. Say you’ll quit, and you’ll be all mine,” he demands softly, grip flexing on you. There’s a neediness at the edges of his voice. “Give me that. Give me you.”
You screw your eyes shut, keening breathlessly. The grind of fabric against sensitive skin is almost too much, too dry, but it’s fucking good, too. You’re getting wetter and wetter, losing yourself to the relentless pace he sets for you, and the hungry way he kisses at your throat.
“C’mon. Give it up. Give me everything. M’never letting you go,” he pants, at which point you realize he’s also grinding against your leg. The arousal–the sheer animalistic need–in his voice makes your stomach flip, and with one last shuddering noise, you’re coming against his leg, moaning loud in his ear as the wave of pleasure slowly wrings out every last bit of tension that you had been holding onto.
You collapse against him, your arms hanging limply around his neck. He nuzzles at your jaw, kissing a trail to your lips. You reciprocate lazily, your eyes closed as you luxuriate in the aftershocks of the unexpected release.
“Quit,” he whispers persistently, lips pressed to the corner of your mouth. “We’ll take care of each other.”
“This is playing dirty,” you slur, feeling stupefied in your post-orgasm haze.
“Oh, I’m just getting started,” he says, taking your hand from around his neck, and slipping it between his legs. You bite your tongue. Christ, he runs fucking hot. Even through the fabric of his suit, you can feel the throb of his cock. “You’re gonna be writing your resignation letter in my cum by the end of the night.”
You make a sound somewhere between a laugh and an unsteady moan, clenching against his thigh. “Okay,” you say, lifting your head to kiss him. “Prove it.”
Much to Homelander’s delight, you submit your notice of resignation the very next day.
#i banged this out rly fast bc i notice lotta folks struggling at work lately and i just wanted to offer some support ;;#homelander x reader#homelander x you#homelander fanfiction#my writing#smut
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the satan: oh foolish mortal...i greet you, to reveal your desires unto you!
me: ok hey what's up
the satan: i have decided to test you, to-day, to discern your commitment to The Good
me: sounds great! so, do i have to reject a kingdom of glory and riches or refuse to jump off a building and make God save me or—
the satan: oh no none of that. this'll be much simpler. i am going to present you with a series of ethical situations! ahahaha!
me: oh sweet i think about these all the time
the satan: perfect...it is time for The First Situation! now, picture a city that is so perfect, everyone is happy and no one is ever sad and there's cakes and festivals and orgies and—
me: is this Omelas
the satan:
me: like this is just gonna be the Le Guin story with the kid in the basement right
the satan: ...yeah. ok so there's the kid and the basement and there's the torture, ok yeah you know this one. right. so anyway...you have just learned about the kid being tortured in the basement. what is your judgement here?
me: well uh, i guess i walk away
the satan: aha but i didn't ask you what you'd do, did i?
me: oh come on you tricky little fuck. ok. yeah this situation sucks
the satan: and why, pray tell, do you say that is, despite all the happiness and nonsadness and cakes and festivals and orgies and whatnot?
me: i suppose it's just that none of that shit justifies torturing a kid in a basement forever. also all that shit sounds kinda gay when you put it like that. like some weird Dutch fag shit
the satan: ah. well, moving on, you whimsy-hating homophobe—
me: what, just because i say that sounds like Dutch fag shit makes me homophobic? i'm gay you know i can call shit fag shit if i want
the satan: —moving on, you would agree with the statement that whatever the consequence, it is inherently wrong to torture a child, hmm?
me: well yeah that sounds about right
the satan: aha...!
me: wait why'd you make that noise
the satan: wh-what
me: that clicking noise. that was you right
the satan: oh no no noise of things clicking into place emanated from my nostrils
me: you worded that pretty weirdly, you know
the satan: it's time for The Second Situation! you have cro—
me: damn you just straight up evaded what i was saying
the satan: —you have crossed The First Situation, i was saying, so now it is time for round two. ahem. now, firstly, would you agree that, in general, lying and stealing and cheating are bad?
me: well, yeah. i don't like lying, and in general it seems pretty fucked up to cheat and steal
the satan: so now you have come across a man in the street who is starving and wounded. after one hour he will die if he is not fed and treated for his wound. there is a store nearby but you are flat broke and have no pocket money, and begging isn't an option. even if you ask your friends to PayPal you they will not be able to get back to you for another two hours. the ER is too far away and there's too much traffic for an ambulance to arrive and take him there in less than an hour and a half, but there is a clinic nearby able to take anyone immediately. however the clinic only accepts people with insurance, and neither of you have an insurance card. you are, however, fairly confident that you can make up fake details that they would be willing to accept.
me: what are you trying to write a Jacobin article or something. i'm already a socialist, you don't need to lay out how fucked up our healthcare system or whatnot is, i already know—
the satan: okok sure this would never happen under socialism blahblahblah the point is what would you do in this situation
me: but in the last one the point was my judgement not what i do. this is getting confusing
the satan: DIFFERENT SITUATIONS HAVE DIFFERENT RULES OK?? GOD JUST LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW
God: OH HEY SATAN DID YOU JUST CALL UPON ME
the satan: HOLD ON I'M STILL TESTING THIS GUY GIVE ME A SECOND
God: OH OK THAT'S YOUR JOB AFTER ALL. I SHALL LEAVE YOU TO IT. JUST DON'T BE TOO MEAN
the satan: FUCK. ok. ok. anyway here's the question. assuming you're also relatively confident you can shoplift without getting caught, do you steal a couple things from the store for the man to eat and do you present fake information to the clinic to get them to accept the guy and treat his wound
me: yeah totally. i don't want him to die or anything. i'd gladly do just about anything to save someone's life
the satan: so in other words, doing bad things like lying, stealing, and cheating in order to accomplish a good thing such as saving a life is good, right?
me: sure, i'd say so
the satan: AAAAAHH-HAA! i have TRAPPED you! for your response to the first situation implies that good inheres in the act itself, regardless of consequences, and your response to the second implies that good inheres in the consequences of an act, regardless of the means!
me: i mean...not necessarily? like—
the satan: wh-what do you mean, mortal
me: well, perhaps i think the negative consequences of torture for the child far outweigh the positive consequences for everyone else
the satan: what the fuck is that you're doing
me: oh i mean you're doing red text, i figure i do blue text, i figure this is like an Umineko thing or whatever
the satan: fine. sure. you can do that. whatever. none of this matters to me. why did i pick this fucking job in the first place
me:
the satan: ...ok, the townspeople get far more happiness than the kid gets suffering
me: but what if suffering itself is worth more in moral accounting than happiness, for instance
the satan: then how about this? in the second example, you could have caused the shop to shut down due to lost trust with the distributor! you could have caused the clinic to lose their licence over insurance fraud! those could have easily caused far more suffering than if the man simply passed out and died after an hour!
me: that's...that sounds far-fetched, but you said it in red, so. ok what if good actually inheres in the character of the person doing the act, so a virtuous person would refuse to sanction torturing a child for the greater good and gladly steal and cheat to save a man's life
the satan: virtue ethics is unable to provide actionable guidance!
me: oh?
the satan: all you can do is imagine what a virtuous person would do, and different people have wildly different imaginations!
me: well hmm. that's fair. i'm not sure i could personally live with that, especially in an age where we're getting ever closer to potentially misaligned AI. what if there's rules that say you must never do some things but then other rules can be broken if there's something more important
the satan: if those rules exist, then list them off and justify them to me >: )
me: uh, don't torture, don't rape...don't kill is up there, but what if you're killing someone to defend someone else...wait fuck no, what about bombing civilians to end a war, that doesn't sound justifiable at all...god damn it...
God: OH HELLO YES I'M BACK
the satan: NO FUCK NO WAIT NO
God: HELLO DEAR SWEET MORTAL CHILD. IS MY EMPLOYEE BEING TOO HARD ON YOU? OH DEAR I CAN GIVE YOU AN ANSWER IF THIS IS GOING TOO POORLY
the satan: oh come on please just let me do my job like normal
God: MY DEAR LITTLE CREATURE I HOPE YOU KNOW YOU CAN SIMPLY RELY ON MY EDICT AND ALL THESE DILEMMAS BECOME AS DUST IN THE BROOM OF AN OLD FAT LADY
me: why thank you, my Lord, but no matter how perfect You are, it remains that divine command theory is a fundamentally subjectivist theory that cannot provide a truly objective and impersonal basis for ethics, and subjective morality is not a risk i'm really willing to take
God: BUT AREN'T I PERFECT FOR YOU AND ALL THINGS MY PRECIOUS LITTLE CREATION
me: why, yes, but there's a small but persistent chance You're a figment of my imagination, just like the satan over here, and—
the satan: hhHHEYYY NOW
me: —and i know that You love righteousness, so really i'd rather continue pleasing You even if You weren't around to tell me what righteousness is
God: WHY THAT IS VERY SWEET OF YOU. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M JUST GOING TO STRAIGHT UP LIFT YOU TO HEAVEN LIKE THAT MERRY OLD FELLOW FAUST
me: wait huh
the satan: w-wait Lord don't you think you're being a bit hasty in judgement
a chorus of angels: [grabbing me and lifting me into the aether] ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*HE WHO STRIVES ON AND LIVES TO STRIVE CAN EARN REDEMPTION STILL*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
me: [rapidly disappearing into the sky, utterly bewildered] wait. hold on. hold up. wait,
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Advent Calendar Door One: ‘Mrs Claus’s Cookies’ - Bakugou x Reader
TW: Light Role-play (One Mention), Light Bondage, Jealousy, Fingering, Pet Names, Praise, Name Calling, Fluffy Smut.
Bakugou gets jealous when his friends ogle his girlfriend, and obsess over her baking.
You're in the Christmas spirit, armed with a piping bag filled with vibrant icing in every shade imaginable. As you delicately squeeze the icing onto your homemade Christmas cookies, your artistic side takes over. Intricate patterns of snowflakes, reindeer, and candy canes come to life on the surface of each cookie. The room is filled with the irresistible scent of warm vanilla and freshly baked treats. With every stroke of your brush-like tool, you add a touch of magic and whimsy to each cookie. It's a delightful and enchanting experience that brings joy to your heart and taste buds. You can't help but feel proud of your edible masterpieces. Humming along to the cheerful Christmas music, you sway your hips side to side, feeling ever so confident in your perfectly fitting Mrs Claus dress. The vibrant color adds a festive touch, while the intricate details and sparkling embellishments make you feel like the star of the holiday season. As you twirl around, the soft fabric gracefully moves with you, creating a sense of elegance and excitement.
As you're busy making Christmas cookies in the kitchen, Bakugou stands by, captivated by the sight. His eyes follow your every move as you expertly decorate every individual festive cookie. The sweet aroma of vanilla and cinnamon fills the air, and he can't resist sneaking a taste of the left over cookie dough when you're not looking. You catch him in the act and playfully scold him, but he just smiles mischievously. He watches with anticipation as you carefully decorate each cookie, adding colorful icing and sprinkles. The joy on your face is contagious, and he can't help but feel lucky to have you. Bakugou’s typically scowling face relaxes for a moment.
‘How did I get so lucky?’ He ponders, blushing as he watches you finally place the final cookie down.
“Can I have one?”
You giggle, playfully rolling your eyes.
“Not yet Suki! You’ve gotta wait like all the others do! Besides, you need to go get dressed into your matching costume!”
God, your smile is contagious.
Bakugou pouts, shivering at the thought of his matching Santa costume. Although the sentiment is cute, he knows his friends will never let him live this down.
As you're busy checking over each Christmas cookie to make sure they are all perfect in the kitchen, Bakugou's friends walk in, their jaws dropping at the sight of you. They can't help but oggle at your stunning beauty, their eyes lingering on every curve and feature. Their playful banter and compliments begin to make Bakugou's blood boil with jealousy. He clenches his fists, his competitive nature kicking in as he silently challenges them for your attention. The room feels charged with tension as his gaze never leaves you, a mix of possessiveness and vulnerability evident in his eyes. Surprisingly, you don’t even acknowledge Denki and Sero’s appearance. Well, Mineta too but he isn’t really anyone’s friend now, is he?
Bakugou shoves his hands in his pockets and walks over to his friends, mumbling and grumbling as he does.
“What do you extra’s want?”
“Hey now! We just wanted to see how Y/N’s cookies were coming along! Everyone knows her baking skills are to die for.” Denki drools at the thought of Y/N’s festive cookies, subtly glancing at the baker as he does.
“She looks good. Red’s a good colour on her.” Sero innocently comments, snickering as Denki looks the unsuspecting girl up and down.
Denki's gaze lingers a little too long on your gorgeous self, Bakugou's jealousy ignites like a firecracker. He explodes, yelling at Denki for daring to ogle his girlfriend.
“STOP FUCKIN’ PERVIN’ OVER MY GIRLFRIEND YOU FAT VIRGIN! I’LL KILL YOU.”
The room fills with tension as Bakugou's anger reverberates through the air. His protective instincts kick in, and he's ready to defend his territory. But amidst the chaos, you stand there, a calming presence, reminding him that you're his and his alone. Bakugou growls and stomps over to you, grabbing you by the waist gently and guiding you away from the staring men and towards Bakugou’s dorm.
…
“Her ass is so plump…” Mineta drools. Even Denki cringes at his comment.
“Your fuckin’ weird dude.. but, not wrong.” Denki shrugs, as Sero cackles at his sudden switch.
…
Bakugou, fueled by his jealous outburst, takes you by the waist and leads you to his room. The air crackles with tension as he paces back and forth, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. But you, being the calming force in his life, step closer and gently place your hand on his arm. Your touch has an instant effect, as his fiery gaze softens, meeting your eyes.
“Pay them no attention Suki. You’re the only man I want, hm. You know that! Besides, I’ll always be your personal baker!” You giggle.
With each word, you reassure him of your love and loyalty, reminding him that he's the only one who holds your heart. Gradually, his tense shoulders relax, and a sense of peace washes over him. In that moment, you both find solace in each other's presence. Each day that passes makes Bakugou truly appreciate you more and more. You understand his fiery temper. Instead of getting mad at him, you have this incredible ability to calm him down. Your understanding and patience mean the world to him. You're like a soothing balm to his explosive nature, and he's grateful to have you by his side.
“I’m sorry, I just can’t stand when other guys look at you in a way only I should.”
Your gaze softens, as you raise a hand to rub his cheek.
“Don’t apologise Suki, we all get jealous. I get jealous sometimes too! The main thing is we both trust each other and know nobody and nothing will ever come between us.”
Bakugou smiles. Softly, he looks down into your eyes and pulls you closer to him by your waist. He looks at you with that one look you’re oh so familiar with. Gently, you nod your head, a silent signal you want him too.
“Hold on, i’ve got something I wanna try.”
Bakugou lets go of you for a moment and turns to his dresser, opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a lengthy rope. With a surprisingly gentle touch, he takes your hands and gently clasps them behind your back. His usually intense gaze softens as he looks into your eyes, his touch conveying a mix of protectiveness and vulnerability. In that moment, you can feel the depth of his emotions, his trust in you, and his desire to keep you close. It's a silent gesture that speaks volumes, reminding you of the deep connection you share. Expertly, he begins wrapping the rope around your wrists, binding them together tightly. He pulls the rope up and over your shoulders, then wrapping them under and over your chest. Finishing his work off with a tight knot, which leaves the rope ending wrapped around your waist, he takes a step back to admire his work.
“Fuck..” He mutters.
“You look so perfect like that”
Blushing intensely, you avoid making eye contact with your typically explosive boyfriend. With a gentle but firm hold, he grabs your face by your chin and forces you to look up at him.
“Be a good girl for me, hm? You gonna obey my every word like a good little slut?” He taunts.
“Yes Sir.” You confidently reply without hesitation.
Bakugou grins and he sits himself on the edge of his bed, pulling you down with him and placing you firmly on his lap. He taps your inner thigh, signalling for you to spread your legs. And you do. Obediently, you rest your head back against his shoulder and place either leg over either of his knees, leaving your core exposed.
You can feel the heat of his body against your back, and the rapid beating of his heart matches yours. His touch sends shivers down your spine as he begins to caress your exposed skin with feather-light fingertips.
With a soft and seductive voice, he whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending tingles through your body. His words are a symphony of desire, painting vivid images in your mind and awakening a fire within you. As he speaks, his hands explore every inch of your body, leaving trails of pleasure in their wake.
His touch grows bolder, his fingers tracing the contours of your curves, teasing you. With each caress, he draws you deeper into a state of blissful surrender. The ropes that bind you become a symbol of trust, allowing you to let go completely and immerse yourself in the pleasure he bestows upon you.
Bakugou's lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses and gentle nips along your sensitive skin. His mouth explores every inch of you, marking you as his own. The sensations overwhelm you, and you gasp for air, losing yourself in the intoxicating dance of pleasure and pain.
His hands continue their journey, skillfully slipping down into your skirt, as he begins to rub your clit with soft, quick motions.
As the intensity builds, your bodies move in perfect synchronization, as you begin softly moaning his name. The room is filled with the symphony of your moans and the sound of skin against skin. Bakugou's passionate whispers of adoration and encouragement fuel the flames of your passion, pushing you closer to the precipice of ecstasy.
Bakugou begins to move faster, bringing you to the edge as he quickly moves his fingers away, earning a disappointing whine from you.
“Awh what’s wrong? Was Mrs Claus about to cum? Hm? Let me make it up to you Princess” Bakugou growls and he pulls your panties to the side and stuffs two thick fingers inside of you. Throwing your head back, you moan his name out loud.
With every moan, he pumps harder and faster, his movements never stopping.
“Atta’ girl, cum for me. Cum for me baby, cmon I know you can do it.”
“F-FUCK! KATSUKI!” You cry out, legs shaking as you finally cum all over his fingers.
Finally, the world around you fades away as waves of pleasure crash over you, consuming every inch of your being. Your bodies tremble in unison as you reach the pinnacle of bliss, and in that moment, you are eternally connected, bound not only by ropes but by a love that knows no limits.
As you come down from the heights of pleasure, Bakugou holds you close, his heartbeat a soothing lullaby against your ear. In his arms, you find solace and contentment, knowing that this intimate journey you shared has only deepened the bond between you. And as you drift into a peaceful slumber, you can't help but smile, grateful for the passionate love that has set your soul ablaze.
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As the ropes loosen, Bakugou's eyes meet yours, filled with a mix of tenderness and concern. His voice, laced with a soothing tone, reaches your ears.
"Hey, are you okay? I'm gonna untie you now, but take your time. I'm right here."
With gentle precision, he untangles the knots, his fingertips grazing your skin with utmost care. As each restraint falls away, a sense of relief washes over you. Bakugou's voice remains a constant presence, offering words of reassurance.
"You did amazing, Y/N. I'm proud of you." You softly smile and hum.
Once you're free, he guides you to a cozy space he's prepared in advance. Soft pillows and blankets await, inviting you to sink into their comforting embrace. Bakugou's hands, warm and comforting, guide you to sit or lie down, ensuring your utmost comfort.
With a gentle forehead kiss, Bakugou leaves you alone in his bed for a moment before returning a few minutes later, now paired with a tray with a glass of water and a plate of your favorite snacks, a thoughtful gesture to nourish your body after the intense experience.
"I thought you might need these," he says with a soft smile, his eyes filled with genuine care.
Bakugou's touch lingers, his hands tracing soothing circles on your back, easing any lingering tension.
"I love you, Y/N."
“I love you too Suki.”
As time passes, he continues to provide the aftercare you need, whether it's a gentle massage, stroking your hair, or simply holding you close. His words of affirmation and encouragement create a safe space where you can fully relax and let go, knowing that he cherishes and understands your needs.
In this moment, surrounded by warmth and care, you realize just how fortunate you are to have someone like Bakugou by your side. His unwavering support and tender aftercare make you fall in love with him all over again.
After some rest, Bakugou picks up his Santa costume and sits on the edge of his bed, beside you.
“I suppose I should go change for the Christmas Party now, huh?” He scoffs playfully. You reply with a smile, and a simple nod.
“Go get ready Suki, I’m sure everyone’s waiting for us and my cookies!” You giggle.
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a travesty ive barely posted meta for artagan here when anyone who knows me knows ive written universes about him. so, a bit to ponder on:
something interesting about artagan - and by extension many fae in cr in general - is how thoroughly he's defined by selfishness as the core value of a fae, when we are shown time & again even before artagan gets his redemption arc that that isnt true.
now, arti is selfish. hes the definition of lust, & sloth, & sheer debauchery. he'd rather sit back than help even his favorite little tiefling (at first - more on that later). he would rather abandon his followers to an island that would destroy their memory than attempt to lead them.
but.
he planned for his followers to land on rumblecusp because to him, a fae, losing memories was completely Insignificant - and he literally did some of their paperwork to help them along, and did the work to ensure travelercon left them with each other. he was benevolent enough to vm their first meeting, showing incredible patience despite their disregard for him. he saved vex from drowning. he chose to befriend jester after seeing her be hurt by lord sharpe's son. he comforted jester when he could, when he never needed to. this is all before The Travelercon Kick, before he agreed to help the m9 into the feywild & shift time for them for no price, before he helped jester battle trent/omentis and made sure his spells did not hurt innocent bystanders.
this isnt some garuntee that he, pre-jester, was any saint. but what sticks out to me is how much the trait of selfishness is vastly applied to him. not only does sehanine's angel refer to him as a selfish creature twice, but he refers to himself that way the episode before. it is as if he has endless history with being called that, as if he is the most vile creature by virtue of being an archfey, and he made peace with that, leaned into that until jester walked into his life.
which always leads, in my head, to thinking about the fae of this show in general. they are so vastly blanketed as dangerous. and some are. but the more you analyze it the more you see how it's less integral to their being, and more what they accept they are. if youre seen as a monster, and whimsy is inherent to you, you will play the role to see what happens (i see this in characters like ira immensely). we see the younger generation of fae raised away from these generalizations - fearne & morrighan - break the stereotype near entirely. sure, fearne picks pockets and loves her friends lowkey possessively - but weve seen time & again how thats playful, and gives way to so much selflessness she's falling apart at the seams, only just now telling the party her fears. and morrighan shows no possessiveness at all, being shy & near subservient as a waitress. they are living proof that a fae's worst traits are a matter of nurture.
watching artagan is watching some of his peak fae-court upbringing begin to break down by exposure to a different world. i always recall how both he & ira hiss at the feywild for its contradictions, its rules when it's a land built for free wills - which implies the fae are not let to be themselves, but have their culture shaped by courts so strict they wont even let fae leave to exandria. the worst ideas about them begin to shatter the more cr tells us how fae society has fallen into something like an oil slick into an ocean - literal imagery used by athion & yu. the fae's free existence has been polluted.
artagan was our first example of all of that. and how it's possible to become better.
#artagan#critical role#critical role meta#long post#fae#fearne calloway#morrighan ferus#yu suffiad#ira wendagoth#athion zathuda#campaign 2#campaign 1#campaign 3#exandria unlimited#exandria unlimited: kymal#van speaks
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prussia x reader: childish games
Hello Lovelies~ Was ridiculously bored at work, and this silliness was birthed. Please enjoy!
Over the years, you had compiled a list of all the things you most loved about your husband, and somehow, only slightly surprising, his zest for life and the itch to have fun easily slotted its way into your top ten.
For someone nearing 1000 (a fact you loved teasing him with), you would have thought that he would have grown more reserved by now, bored and listless with the world. But the truth was that he was restless, and rarely allowed for a single dull moment.
And while you had grown yourself- maturity and social obligations demanding a certain image, he had a knack for making you forget all of it, embracing that whimsy and playful energy that you refused to completely abandon in your childhood.
Which was what often led to moments like these.
Gil was sitting across from you at a table in some cafe in Constanța, eyebrows furrowed in an almost comical way as he glared down at the series of incomplete triangles on your napkin.
A little riddle or trick- you couldn't really decide which- you had briefly remembered from your childhood, one you knew would annoy your husband to no end.
As much as you loved him, he did have a habit of over-complicating things.
So far, his guesses had all followed a pattern you had expected: an ECG, a triangular sound wave, and then he rambled off something nearly incoherent involving quantum theory which had you giving him a Look. Seeing your expression at that last one had him offering you an embarrassed half-smile, before he went back to staring at the napkin with annoyance. "I'm going to hate myself when you tell me, right?"
It wasn't really a question, but you hummed in acknowledgement, fighting and failing to hide your grin. "Probably."
To his credit, he had more guesses, a couple theories, even asked if it had something to do with your own work, eyes slanting towards you in curious consideration. When you shot that down as well, he huffed melodramatically in defeat, flopping back into his chair and gesturing magnanimously towards the offending piece of recycled paper and its 18 unassuming little lines.
"Alright; you win. Hit me with it."
You were enjoying this way too much, but you couldn't help it; he brought out the best and worst in you. "Sure you don't want another guess?"
"Can't you just put me out of my misery instead?"
You leveled him with another look, fond and irritated all at once, catching too easily on the smile hidden in his words. "No martyrdom before supper."
"Wow. Rude."
Ignoring his comment, you spoke with perhaps a little too much presumption. "Gilbert Wilhelm? Prepare for me to blow your little mind."
"You already do that every day." You bit your lip at his fond murmur, digging in your pocket for a different colored pen. Carrying an assortment had become a bit of a habit as of late; Gil was constantly losing his, and sometimes you just needed a change from the monotony of black-and-white.
Finally, you pulled out a purple, a good offset to the black. Pulling the napkin back into drawing range, you motioned for him to watch.
You took it slow, intentionally choosing the option that would take the longest for him to guess. He loved puzzles and thought experiments, and you wanted to savor this for as long as possible.
Starting with the furthest edge, you connected every third triangle with an inverse arc, the temporary image almost reminding you of the base of cartoon campfires. Gil was hovering over your shoulder now, having swapped chairs sometime in the past few moments.
You paused, intentionally drew your pen away long enough for him to analyze the new data, catalog the latest information. Some part of you had a feeling he would be trying the same trick on Vlad at the conference tomorrow, and you couldn't fight your smile. "Want me to keep going, or do you want another minute?"
He hummed after a moment- a quiet acquiescence.
For a moment, you stared at your work in progress, contemplating your next move. With a small quirk to your lips, you scribbled what looked like three clouds, one for the top of each of the tallest triangles.
"Was zum Teufel," Gil demanded eloquently.
That was enough to finally make you giggle, turning to him with a smirk and a feigned attempt at innocence. He leveled you with a look of his own, before indicating with a pointed glance that you needed to continue.
You waggled your eyebrows in playful amusement, now turning to add two dots to each of the three connected shapes, followed by another cloud-like doodle at the based of each of the three tallest triangles.
As it stood, you could argue for some funky mountains or some kind of sailboat, but you were only half finished.
"One more guess?" you asked in an effort to be nice, to at least sound like you weren't secretly enjoying his suffering. Instead of a proper answer, your ruse easily seen through, you received a poke at your waist, the lightest threat to continue.
Biting your lip, trying not to flinch away, you added six arrows- two per shape, each facing the center of its respective shape from the left and the right.
"Wait..." Gil's voice was scarcely a whisper at this point, teasing your neck. "Are those..?"
With a small triangle and two quick flourishes each, you announced the final results with pride, no longer holding back your giddy grin. "Behold: Three Cats in Party Hats!"
It was worth it just to see him bringing his palm to his forehead, hiding his face in his hand. You could see him fighting a smile though, and knew the last few minutes had done more than enough to help him out of his prior languor.
"I hate you sometimes; you know that?"
It was too affectionate to be true.
"Love you, too."
Inspired by my remembering learning this about 20-ish years ago from some random guy while I was helping out at a market stall. He also taught me how to draw a cat by stacking C-A-T atop each other. Anyway, have some kitties~
#prussia x reader#aph prussia#aph gilbert beilschmidt#gilbert beilschmidt#gilbert beilschmidt x reader#readerfic#hello lovelies!#my art#this is pure silliness but i'm not apologizing#eh formatting later
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I was feeling down but this video cheered me up so here is several pages of observations that are not needed
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Observations of no merit undercut.
Team Sonic
The world is wrong about Tails. This voice is absolutely adorable.
Sonic does a fun lil quill flip. I like that.
Knuckles is so so angry at everything. We must never forget he hates almost everything.
Knuckles has a punching animation. Nobody elses idles are as enthusiastically aggressive, even Omegas.
Tails stroked the ground as an idle animation. Is this a thing or a trope? Does it mean something?
Honestly I had seen all of these mostly a bunch bc I rewatched a team sonic playthrough recently so had more to say on the others.
Team Dark
Rouge: "I haven't seen the president lately.". Have I forgotten the context for this, or is this just a real useless flex? You're telling the two ppl who care and know the least about social connections. You can't flaunt your sometimes- close relationship with the president. They don't know what a country is.
Omega's step from foot to foot where his arms wave is absolutely adorable.
Shadow in Grand Metropolis: "Why am I attracted to this place?". I get it's all egg tech etc., but he hadn't been there before had he?
Omega calls Casino Park a waste of energy. We love an environmentalist king.
Rouge: "I wonder what caused Shadow to lose his memory?". Was it not the falling from the sky? He should be mush, and you're confused as to how his brain got addled? Wild of you Rouge. Very out of pocket. See how you do dropped on your head from Ark.
Omega: "Shadow was unleashed just as I was. Who is he?" I had forgotten Omega had any interest in shadows story at this point, all I remembered was him wanting to kill eggman.
Omega: "Shadow, that android must be an alien. Unable to analyse." I suppose it is, if it's made from Shadow! Another Omegobservation I had forgotten he knew how to make. My clever lil man.
Rouge: "I wonder if Shadow is alright?" Awww
Shadow asks a lot of questions. He is a queer and questioning hog whenever you stand still and let him
While Omega complains about the humidity levels, Rouge gives us: "This pond is spooky!". Is it?? You wuss. Love you
Shadow: "Sonic. Why does that name BOTHER me so much?" Love this delivery. Actually adore this voice direction for Shadow and others in this game. he sounds kinda soft in these quiet lines. I miss it.
Once again, Rouge thinks the house feels "spooky". This one is more warranted. She's still kinda a wuss for being scared of frogs though. I believe Tails had a line about disliking the frogs. Will see if Cream and Charmy agree.
Team Rose
Favourite Amy voice direction. She's so darling.
Also prefer Cream's voice here to the even squeakier later one. Has more variety.
Big: "We run fast." just made me chuckle.
Cream strokes her lil ears I think. Adorable.
Does Big only have one animation? Everyone else had 2! Unfair!
I do love Amy's searching around. She's doing such a good job! Or, at least as good a job as Team Sonic (seasoned pro adventurer), Team Dark (With government intel and two weapons) and Team Chaotix (professional detectives). And Big and Cream aren't doing loads of the thinking. Point is, she rocks!
Big: "Could froggy be from here?" a question nobody ever wondered, nor would ever be answered. Now I have to know. Froggy origin story when?
Cream also thinks the pond is spooky! I mean, she gets away with it. She isn't a secret agent, she's just a baby. Theory that Flight type characters are the only ones that get to be scared continues.
Cream: "Something surely isn't quite right here!" SHE IS SO ELOQUENT! She's just a baby but she's gonna be so smart!
Amy agrees with Rouge, it's a spooky house. Loving the use of spooky in this game. It's such a good word. Doesn't inherently say they're scared, just acknowledging its odd, also got a dash of whimsy. Spooky should be freed from halloween jail and used more in daily life.
Team Rose - especially Amy - say I wonder a lot. Actually, I think everyone sorta does. I guess because theyre thinking aloud, but they could have come up with more sentences.
All of Team Rose relying on vibes and intuition. Their vibes and intuition are, as discussed above, very accurate.
Team Chaotix
CHARMYS VOICE IS SO CUTE "The sound of waves makes me sleepy" He is a BABY I love him
Vector's singing to himself and dancing is actually so precious. He's so funky
Espio gives us a bunch of spiritual ninja quotes, then "Where's chao?". Is that how you correctly refer to Chao, or is he just tired now. "Oi. where chao. Cmere."
Is Vector from like Boston or smthn? never noticed. I don't know my US accents. The line about the electric bill has a twang.
Vector: "If the turtles are made of real gold, I'll have no problems finding 'em. Haha!" Is he suggesting he has an instinct for treasure? a lot of witchy bitches in the sonic world, and he does breathe fire, so maybe
Vector actually complains about being in the Casino. I am going to politely ignore that bc I still think Gambling Chaotix is a better theory. Maybe he just doesn't like it this time, but he sounds pretty resigned.
When Charmy says 'we will crush you!' in the happiest little voice I wonder if maybe I do want kids. Only if they also want to go on adventures with me and can fly.
Charmy's little arms and leg dance thing is also absolutely precious
Charmy: "I want a closer look at that frog!". Yeah! I knew he wasn't a scaredy baby! Eat that, other fliers.
Espio speaks in the most serious tone, but says nothing helpful and provides no information. Personally love that for him. It's like someone asked him for comment but he just has one fly in his brain and is concentrating on catching it with his tongue. All style no substance. Love you Espio
Espio looks like he has been buffed and waxed. So shiny when he moves his head. Everyones shiny but he is super shiny.
Charmy is also not afraid of the haunted house! This is a subtle nod to the fact that he's the best boi.
Espio: "Kinda reminds me of a ninja hideout, full of traps." THIS SOUNDS LIKE A GUY WHOS LYING! Definitely adding this to 'Espio is a fraud' bank. Also, 'kinda'? I Kinda forgot he uses contractions. Never use them in dialogue for him. Interesting.
I like that Charmy repeats words often, it's a nice verbal habit to use, very cutesy and childish, unlike other child characters.
Vector: "Eggman must be really rich! I wonder if he'd hire us..." - I always thought Vector knew all along who hired them! I am wrong evidently, or this is some weirdly delivered sarcasm. Maybe he's hiding things from the others? But when Rouge did that over searching for treasure ('I mean- Eggman!') they made it pretty clear. I think most likely he didn't know.
Espio: "For the sake of all ninjas, it's my duty to rescue our client." Okay first of all: its your duty because you're being paid. Secondly, you don't know shit about ninjas. Is it a pride thing? Espio you daft boy. Absolutely clowning. Silly little man.
Vector: "Why did Eggman kidnap our client?" So he really didn't know? He had me convinced he was smarter than he was. A good hustle.
#i was only looking for a gif of omega doing his wavy animation#sonic heroes#team sonic#team dark#team rose#team chaotix#video#wonderincs#this is stupid im sorry#Youtube
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The Loneliest Time is for the people who take all of their real life problems straight to work so everyone knows about them whether they want to or not, it's the album you listen to when you're merging onto the freeway but you're so scared and you don't think anybody should let you be doing this, it's for the people who haven't seen any movies but you kind of know what they're about so everyone thinks you're normal but you aren't, it's for the people who have a stash of TUMS everywhere because they choke on heartburn acid 24/7, like TUMS in your handbag TUMS on your bedside table, loose TUMS in your glove compartment, in the passenger seat, pocket TUMS in your winter coat from last year, TUMS in the shape of a lover in your bed, it's for the people who feel the worst they've ever felt in their life but they're so inconsolably horny they get like Terminator heat seek vision and shoot lasers out of their eyes dick cock and pussy, it's for people who need to crawl around on the ceiling using your sticky hands, it's for the summer bitch who gets SAD in winter but for the winter bitch who gets SAD in summer (regional), it's for people who know how to read but choose not to, it's for people who love to commit harmless crimes, acts of whimsy really, no harm done, it's for space cases who believe they can astral project into the mind palace of somebody who never existed, it's for people born to wiggle like a rehydrated earthworm forced to stand still, it's the ultimate amorous delinquent freak album.
#this is a parody of that post someone made about midnights...#but honestly#it's the truth#it's just music...#u can just enjoy...#or is it#carly rae jepsen
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Is there perhaps a game where I can play as a bug? Well, other than the Unofficial Hollow Knight RPG you recc’ed to me.
THEME: Insects
Hello friend! There sure is! Here's a few that I think you might like.
Cuticorium, by usducktape.
A microcosm TTRPG of insects and intrigue. Explore the mysterious bug city of the Cuticorium, orchestrate plots for supremacy, and uncover the secrets of the outside world.
Playing as a tiny bug is a daunting task without help. Using the unique Web system, you can build and burn connections with the land, other bugs, or yourself. Web tokens are used to power friendships or preserve the natural order. Mix and match from 21 Features to define what type of bug you are, opening up new ways to spend Webs and lay out your schemes. Cuticorium uses a GM/Storyteller, 2-5 other players, and d4 dice.
It’s a good idea to make sure your fellow players know that this game is designed for politics first and foremost, and adventure second. There are rules for exploring and combat, but most of your bug’s abilities and moves will influence the insects around them. This game also works better as a longer campaign or series of sessions, rather than a one-shot - just so that the group can learn how to use their webs and their bug features to their best ability. If you want to tell stories about fighting your buggy instincts and fighting to become more than what you are, you might want to check out this game.
Fireflies, by Pyrefly Studio.
Fireflies is a pocket-sized ttrpg about being a firefly on a warm summer night.
The humans are out and about, enjoying the tail end of a summer barbecue. It's your job as a firefly to bring them joy and whimsy, while avoiding sticky little human hands that want to put you in a jar.
This game was made using efangamez' Re-Roller System. All you need to play is this index-card sized document and 1d6 (or a digital dice roller) for gaming on the go!
This a simple, sweet game with two stats and a different outcome for each number on a d6. As you play, your little bug will gain points in either Flight or Flicker, which can be used to re-roll future rolls. The whole game fits on a business card, easy for carrying around! With such few rules, it’s safe to say this one works better as a one-shot.
Bees in Mechs, by Fleet Detrik.
You're a team of bees... in giant mechs
Bee-nji, get in the f***ing robot.
The humans are tearing down the forest! It’s time to get into your giant mech and take the fight to them.
This game uses the Honey Heist system. This means it uses two stats, which will wax and wane according to your success or failure. Your characters will take on different code names, bee types and call-signs, which you can use to add a second dice to your roll in order to give you a better chance at success. Gain too much in Bee? You sting someone and die a noble death. Too much in mech? You are fused with your machine, and become emotionless.
This is a great game for a short pick-up game, but it will be a very good one.
Happy gaming!
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🌺 Happy Valentine's Day, Kait^^ 🌺
Since it's the day for roses; I was wondering if we could do a reverse of gifting roses to Saeran instead!
What do you think would be each version's reaction to receive some pretty flowers? 🥀
Ray would be... delighted if you got him some flowers. The smartest thing you could do would be to make sure his flowers are ones that're capable of being planted. He doesn't mind picking flowers, but it may mean more to him to cultivate them instead of allowing them to die in a timely fashion. He's got a collection of dried flowers in one of the notebooks that he holds onto like a lifeline. Tears would well up in his eyes... he never thought he would be gifted flowers... but now that he has... and by you?
Well, he doesn't mind the thought of being on the end of receiving a gift for once in his life. If it means your wide smile grows when you're with him... he'll drown in a sea of roses.
Suit Saeran would stare at your flowers as if they were going to jump out and bite him. He isn't afraid of them, but you know that flattery is not going to get you anywhere with him. He destroyed Ray's flowers in a fit of rage, so giving him more flowers isn't going to do much to make things better for him. He would toss your flowers on the ground without thinking twice, warning you that he won't fall for a trap like an airhead would. It might leave you crying and hopeless, but if you can count on anything, it's the fact that he pocketed a single petal to take with him.
He doesn't understand why he did that. But, it's like a lifeline for him for whatever reason. You confuse and confound him... he needs to be better than Ray was... he can't be sentimental over these stupid little things... it's nothing.
GE Saeran is over the moon. Listen, his love language is to change the flowers in your room every day. If something wilts, he returns it to the garden so it can help other flowers grow. If something has some spark to it, he'll press it as a reminder. So, needless to say, there is so much love shared between you two with flowers. He isn't surprised by your act, no, he wraps his arms around you and chuckles, quickly naming the flower and the intended purpose.
You can try to stump him with flowers if you want. Make a game of trying to find a flower he doesn't know... that he hasn't seen before... see him narrow his brows in thought before he kisses you, letting you know he loves this game.
Unknown doesn't know why you bothered picking a single flower from the garden. He doesn't allow you out of the workroom for very long... you're just allowed to grab meals from the kitchen and that's that. The attached room to his space works to have everything else you would ever need. It would sit on his desk in front of him in a way that makes him distracted at the worst time. He doesn't shove it into your hands to return it, but... it sits there.
It sits there like it's mocking him with the reality given to him. If he left this flower here... it'd die... just like how he feels like he's going to die if he doesn't feel the taste of his revenge. This flower feels like a joke... yet, it came from your hand. You probably gave it to him as a way of saying that he needed to get out more... but everything else chews at him.
SE Saeran doesn't voice his thoughts about nature often. He isn't as lost in his thoughts in a garden as he once was. Now he spends a lot of his time just laying in the grass underneath a shady tree, but that doesn't mean he doesn't remember his friendship with the flowers as a child. The memory is faint... lost to him in some ways, but not all of it is gone. The comfort he felt is there. So, if you try to bring him any flowers... the best way to do it is to find one that can spark some of his missing memories... what was the first flower he spoke to when he was a child?
If you can find that... if you can bring that whimsy back to his heart in some way, he won't be able to hide that tiny smile of his. It exists for you... the one person he trusts more than life itself.
#jennis one shot#mystic messenger#mm#mysme#mysticmessenger#saeran#ge saeran#se saeran#saeray#saeran choi#suit saeran#choi saeran#ray choi#choi ray#unknown
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why is he such a meanie about the harlquins. theyre delightful.
ikr.. i like the harlequins :(
You just don't get it i need this man. Hes so supportive. And wonderful.
Just admit youre down bad and get it over with
YOU DONT GET IT.
if he doesn't want it just give it to me T_T i'd kill for a plush like that
DUDE i would love and cherish this forever if i got it. Its the picture of whimsy. Like be honest. Is this not the picture of whimsy? the joyful face. the felted hat. The buttons.
Gangle sort of looks like that guy.
What?
Gangle digital circus. You know im kinda like John Egbert. I have fairly long hair and i wear disguises in a way that i will bring my hair to the front and tie it up so i can be an elephant. I was 13.
Thirteen year olds are naturally drawn to goofy disguises.
TT: I understand you have recently come into possession of the beta release of "The Game of the Year", as featured in respectable periodicals such as GameBro Magazine.
EB: that's an ugly rumor.
EB: whoever told you that is a filthy liar.
EB: and you should probably stop hitting on him all the time or whatever.
TT: I can't control myself.
TT: I must have a weakness for insufferable pricks.
TT: I must have a weakness for insufferable pricks. <- i'm getting gay vibes from this
"i believe in you" crawling on the floor. your father is baking you cakes and all you can think abt is how silly his harlquins are... and that you dont like this big goofy harlequin figure..
yea i'm suprised about that ;; i thought the dad was scary based off how much john didn't wanna see him
john is such a strange kid bcus hes basically normal from what we see. like take away his commentary and his place doesnt seem that bad.
yea, he's got a second floor and all :o
Exactly! And cake. Lots of cake!
truthfully! i want cake too ; ;
The door on the left leads to the KITCHEN, from which the smell of baking wafts -- a powerful aroma which could lift an especially portly hobo off his feet.
LIKE. OBVIOUSLY WHATEVER HIS DADS GOT GOING ON. HES A GOOD COOK. Whatever now im thinking about cake.
i want choco mousse so badly
ALRIGHT, this is 100 percent funnnier.
this mfer captchalogued a captchalogue card point and laugh.
Why do ppl have irl inventories is this the world they live in. Wish i had an irl inventory. But i have pockets. And thats enough
Homestuck is framed as a choose your own adventure novel. And also a videogame.
So eb is an npc that gives you tutorials?
Weelll. I would say tg fits that role? i mean given hes the one to point eb, aka john egbert, as to where to go, he sort of applies that deal. while also keeping it pretty light. Like telling john to mess with his strife specibus, reminding him of his objective, so on so forth. Even mentioning other characters. Its pretty handy.
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Girlish Whimsy - Chapter 2
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AO3 tags: Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Ootori Kyouya/Original Female Character(s), Ootori Kyouya, Suoh Tamaki, Original Characters, Original Female Characters, Morinozuka Takashi, Haninozuka Mitsukuni, Fujioka Haruhi, Hitachiin Hikaru, Hitachiin Kaoru, Slow Burn, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Eventual Romance, smart people that arent smart about romance, Oblivious, Battle of Wits, Ouran High is one giant social chess game
Asuka has her eyes on the prize as soon as she steps foot on Ouran High School grounds. Her goal? Impress her father enough to convince him to let her remain as heir to the company instead of handing the title down to her younger brother. She knows going to school at Ouran will be one big chess game, especially coming in late at her second year- but she's up for any challenge.
Asuka finds herself intrigued by the Host club and the inner workings of it. More than that, she sees untapped opportunities to grow her resume. Now all she needs is a partner on the inside who's equally as motivated, and he was easier to find than she thought.
Okay, any bystander to that interaction might’ve doubted that Asuka and Mayu were friends. Truly, they were quite close. Asuka admired Mayu’s tenacious personality. While Asuka found herself to be more of an ambivert, Mayu was an extrovert through and through. She had such a wonderful way of making friends everywhere she went– Asuka had learned very quickly on the first day that she was close with most everyone in their class. To be honest, she worried about dragging her friend down.
“Don’t lag behind.” Mayu scolded.
“I hardly think I’m lagging.” Asuka rolled her eyes, “I think you need to slow down.”
And calm down. She thought to herself. Mayu waited impatiently for her to catch up, arms crossed over her chest. Asuka found herself craving pockets to shove her hands into. Instead she focused on carrying her bag on one shoulder and her notebook in the opposite hand.
After a climb up a monstrous set of stairs and a sharp turn, the pair found themselves outside of Music Room 3. Realizing she’d been staring at the sign for a moment too long, Asuka turned incredulously to Mayu.
“You rushed over here to stand outside the door the whole time?”
“No!” Mayu snapped back, “Just let me compose myself, will you?”
Asuka sighed and shifted her bag. After a few more moments of weird silence she heartily placed a hand on Mayu’s back.
“It’s for your own good, okay?”
“What are you-?!”
With a hefty shove, Asuka sent Mayu stumbling into Music Room 3’s doors, which promptly opened at the sudden force. Luckily, the ornate things were too heavy to open with any sort of crash or bang, so Mayu just ended up stumbling into the lively, tiled room with Asuka at her heels.
Music Room 3 was already bustling with activities. Asuka wasn’t quite sure what the exact ratio of women to men in this room was, but she was certain it was disproportionate. It was with relief that Asuka noticed some women sat by themselves at tables sipping tea and eating snacks– others huddled together talking to the men in different sections of the room.
“Can I help you ladies?”
Asuka and Mayu turned simultaneously to greet the man that spoke to them. Tall, dark hair, glasses, familiar somehow. Asuka squinted briefly before recalling how that might be rude and relaxing her face again. She’d get to the bottom of it later. For now, she clapped a hand on nervous Mayu’s shoulder and moved her to stand in front of her. The man watched the interaction closely and smiled (was it strained? Maybe she imagined it.)
“I could give you a tour if you’d like.” He offered.
“That’d be great.” Mayu seemed to light up at the prospect of having everything explained.
“Those women-” Asuka interrupted before the two started moving, “They’re just sitting here, right?”
“Correct.”
“Then can I…?” Asuka gestured vaguely over to the tables.
“Of course.”
“Asuka…” Mayu shot her friend a sad look.
“You’ll be fine. Be glad I'm staying at all.” She rebuked, nudging her friend before leaving, she reached and gently took her school bag off her shoulder with a smile.
She placed both bags on the floor once she arrived at a table, seating herself and pulling out her notebook. She figured that Mayu wouldn’t spend too long being upset with her. She’d hopefully enjoy herself enough to forget Asuka’s transgressions. And then maybe never invite her to come again. That might be wishful thinking, Asuka wasn’t sure yet.
Recognize:
Asuka wrote this simple caption in her notebook before resting her chin on her hand and looking up.
Many Ouran students milled about the room, surely some here were of note to her. Not to mention the hosts themselves. Amongst the girls sitting at the tables like her, she made out one recognizable face– the daughter of a model– and a few more faces that seemed familiar that she couldn’t put names to.
Yuka Chibana, Model’s Daughter
Girl 1, dark brown hair, bob, brown eyes, round face
Girl 2, long blonde hair, blue eyes, heart face
Asuka tapped her pen on her bottom lip. She could look into these later. When she looked back up she jumped, the man from before stood in front of her. She tried to close the notebook as normally as possible, but figured it was still quick and suspicious.
“It’s not very polite to profile our guests, you know.” He smiled, but there was certainly something venomous about it.
“I’m new. Just trying to remember classmates' names.” She lied. Of course, at least one of these girls had to be in her class, but she couldn’t recall. She knew Yuka was a third year, not a second year like her.
Regardless he seemed to accept this answer– whether he believed her or was choosing to let it go was unknown, but his eyes flitted down to the table.
“May I sit?”
She slid her notebook into her lap and sat back, brows furrowing.
“...Sure.”
And so he did.
“You said you were new? Are you a first year student?”
“No, second. I transferred in.”
They were silent for a moment. It felt like they were testing each other, in a way. Asuka could tell he was holding back, and she certainly wasn’t about to blab about her life to this stranger. Likewise, he was trying to figure out how to get her to talk. Getting information from the women here was typically very easy, they came because they wanted to talk. This one, however, came because her friend dragged her along. Clearly, he had interrupted something different in her case.
“I’m Kyouya Ootori.” He introduced.
Ootori. That's why he seemed familiar.
“Have we met? You seem to recognize me.” He smiled– again, thin. Fake.
“No. I figured you were familiar somehow. I must’ve seen your picture around.” Asuka responded, “I’m Asuka Kaneko.”
“Of Kaneko Jewels?”
“Correct.”
“I see.” He leaned back in his chair, “I’m surprised you haven’t been here the whole time.” Could it have anything to do with your brother?
“My father wanted to transfer me to the same school he went to.” I’m forced to be here.
He ‘hmm’d quietly in response, looking away. She followed his gaze- Mayu sat on a couch across from a pair of twins with a few other girls. They seemed to be having a good time. Whatever it was they were doing, it was dramatic. The girls laughed and swooned and egged it on. This entire place seemed to be an elaborate woman’s paradise. Actually, the more she thought about it–
“Would you care for some tea?”
When Asuka looked back, Kyouya’s piercing stare had already returned to her.
“How much would it cost?”
He smiled– no, this one was more of a grin. Surprisingly mischievous for someone who presented themselves as he did. It would seem she had momentarily passed his test. This entire operation was a clever business scheme in disguise. She was sure there was more to it than that, but for now– this was what she had come up with.
“Seeing as you were kind enough to accompany your friend, it’s on the house today.” Kyouya stood and pushed in his chair, “Hopefully we’ll meet again.”
Now it was her turn not to reply, she ‘hmm’d and shrugged, placing her notebook back on the table as he walked away. God, these private schools were just regency England- weren’t they?
#sinclines writing#girlish whimsy#ouran high school host club#oc x canon#kyouya ootori#kyoya ootori#original character#ohshc#ohshc fanfic#fanfiction
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Mage Ranks the JD2023E Map... CAN’T STOP THE FEELING!
With a lull in the Lover Coaster, we’re finally starting on the Enter the danceverses story mode/playlist!
MAP: CAN’T STOP THE FEELING! - Justin Timerlake
DIFFICULTY: Easy
EFFORT: Moderate
JD+ NEEDED?: No
SEASON: Base game/Enter the danceverses playlist
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Get that sunshine from your pocket as I talk about the introductory map to this story mode!
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Am I the only one who doesn’t feel strongly about this song? Like, I’m leaning towards positive with this song, but as someone who was way too old for the Trolls movie (which this song was first made for) when it came out, I just think of it as just another pop song. Nothing terrible, just doesn’t stand out.
The dance for this map is... fine! I don’t mean that in a derogatory way, it’s genuinely fine. It’s supposed to be the very first map in the story mode, and might even be the first map that someone plays after they boot up the game, so it’s going to be a bit simple and repetitive in it’s dance moves, especially if you know the dance moves the guest coaches are having Sarah and Wanderlust copy. But the dancing is fun and energetic (matching with the Moderate effort tag), and seeing the interactions between Sarah and Wanderlust is very cute.
Speaking of... Sarah and Wanderlust!
Starting with Sarah first, she’s SO adorable. I’m not sure why a girl who was uncomfortable dancing in front of her friends was suddenly comfortable dancing with Wanderlust, a complete stranger, but she gains the cutest outfit in the world so i don’t mind nor care. The space buns, the yellow fluffy jacket, the shiny neon green pleated skirts, the splashes of bright fucking pink... Literally an icon of our time. HER SHOES ARE CHUNKY TOO that’s a very important thing. The way she dances is cute, it’s like she’s dancing for the first time.
Wanderlust is cool as hell. First off I’ve always loved the word “wanderlust”, and I think it fits great with a guy who’s able to open portals to any danceverse he wants, and is the son of an alien goddess and Copyright Friendly Doctor Strange. His outfit is a bit confusing to me but it’s alright because he’s my friend. I abhor the crown though, and it’s the one thing he can’t remove according to the Just Dance twitter. But other than that, he’s just a super friendly coach who wants to help Sarah out of her shell, and show her the wonders of dancing. He’s a friendly guy! And no one can hate on that! And if you do hate on him for it I’m gonna fucking kill you!
Also fun fact, his actor, Jerky Jessy, is the one who choreographed both this version and the alt map version, so good for him.
Watching the routine, I feel like there’s a lot of moments where people who like Sarah/Wanderlust can point and be like “look at that, they’re being so cute”, and I support you guys. However, I do just genuinely see it as “Wanderlust shows his new friend around the danceverses”.
Four other coaches make cameos; TGIF’s coach, I Like It’s coach, Temperature’s coach, and Sweet Sensation’s coach. They don’t do much but have Sarah and Wanderlust copy their moves, which is fair and cute, especially if you’ve been keeping up with the series. Plus, two of these coaches (I Like It and Temperature) are from maps Jerky Jessy also choreographed.
Of course, a fifth coach shows up at the very end to kidnap the four guest coaches, causing Sarah and Wanderlust to fucking book it, but we’ll get to her map tomorrow...
As simple as the routine is in this map, what truly sells it is the spectacle of it all. Moving from place to place, constantly shifting camera angles, and just an overall sense of how HUGE this place is. This is the childlike sense of whimsy and wonder I’ve been missing for a while. To be completely transparent, I haven’t played a Just Dance game since... 2014, if memory serves. So a lot of these references are lost on me. But I can see how big the world of Just Dance has become since it landed in my peripheral vision, and it’s truly both fascinating and a bit fucking mind boggling. I remember when one of the biggest criticism lobbied at the game series was “where the hell is Lady Gaga’s song Just Dance”. I remember playing the first one in 2010. Fuck, I remember playing Rayman Raving Rabbids TV Party back on the Wii, the minigame collection with the dancing minigame that inspired the creation of the Just Dance series in the first place. It’s so fucking wild that I’m still talking about a series I remember playing with my older sister when I was in middle school, a series that simply started off with Ubisoft going “hey the casual market liked the dancing minigame, let’s make that a full game with real dancers”.
Fuck, man. The more things change, I guess.
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GENERAL RATING: THUMBS UP!
SPECIFIC RATING: 9/10
Man, this map is just fun. It’s a wonderful introduction to both the Enter the danceverses story line, and honestly to the game in general. It truly celebrates the game in a way that doesn’t feel too overly cheesy (unless you’re me who’s suddenly remembering how old you are lol), and the hook at the end where Night Swan appears and kidnaps the guest coaches is genuinely intimidating, and a great way to get players to look into the next map in the playlist. The only thing keeping it from being a perfect map is that I don’t care much about the song, the routine can be a little too easy for experienced players, and the almost ONE MINUTE LONG OPENING SCENE WHAT THE HELL. I get we needed to build a little character for Sarah and show how she got literally into the game, but could we not have done it in a slightly more truncated way? At least five seconds could’ve been cut off. But, overall, fun map, fun coaches, fun way to start the story mode! You can’t ask for much more than that!
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Thank you for reading! These story mode posts are gonna be slightly longer than normal, if only because I have to discuss characters and cutscenes. Not asking for a follow, just reminding you I’m ranking every map for this game, and if you’re a villain liker, you might wanna stick around for tomorrow’s ranking ;). And I’d love to know your thoughts on the map! Was it really the first one you played? Let me know, and I’ll see you tomorrow!
~ Mage <3
#mage's rankings of just dance 2023 maps#i need a just dance tag#just dance#just dance 2023#jd2023#danceverses rankings#the Mage rambles
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SAME SAME
I have so many thoughts about the in-universe implications of some things, if not removed for being video game mechanics. Artifacts especially. Also, the personal pocket dimensions. The Traveler definitely, cutscene confirmed, canonically has one they summon from and have since before Teyvat. In order for the field tiller quest to make sense, Dainsleif disappearing the eye has to be literal. There's just - no way for that to work with the entire ruin guard eye tucked under his arm, even if we just couldn't see it. Amber doesn’t have Baron Bunny following her around, and in the manga I believe she literally summons it. But, like, it's a real physical item, not an Oz. I feel we also see some other Vision holders' weapons summoned in cutscenes? Probably? maybe also in the manga, I'm not certain, but they do have weapons they weren't storing on their persons previously. Obviously there's idles but I'm gonna assume Diluc isn't magically summoning a whole live bird. In gameplay, Klee summons bombs, but she canonically keeps them in pack and hides them - why bother if she could just disappear them for safe keeping? Why not have a whole demand to have vision holders transfer bulk shipments for max capacity, and for safe keeping for likely-to-be-stolen items? How do you rob someone who can do that? How long can a non-Traveler vision holder keep something in there? What happens if they die? The visionless NPCs certainly can't - it would be utilized and completely undermine all the many, many quests and problems and inconveniences about carts and transportation and manpower etc they have. What happens if you try to out a non-magic alive thing in there? Lots of writers call it a vision compartment, but as the fandom is always asking on every topic every: what's up with Dainsleif?
Bursts and their names are voice line canon, but character do way many elemental things outside of their skill/burst abilities. ("Dandelion Field" specifically.) Are these just chosen descriptors for specific things you can do with vision, and not limited to them? Do they feel different? Do you make up the names? What's up with that? How many are actually called that in-universe - I'm sure not everyone would be designating fancy alliterative names to all their individual superpowers.
not what you were talking about, but in relation to the idea of Traveler having infinite magic pockets, one of my favorite Traveler-the-Character headcanons is the idea of them having food/resource scarcity trauma because... don't recall how much they strictly do need food or don't besides that they do eat, but they've been implied to be alive for a very long time. Something just tickles me about the idea of (near?) infinite worlds, and how even if 90% of them have things you can eat or are compatible with somehow, a theoretical "10%" of infinity is still the chance to go centuries upon centuries without encountering a world not hostile to you, or that hasn't deteriorated to a horrible state of danger. Even if it's not food, specifically, just... safe stuff. Teapot Nahida points out in-game that they apparently canonically grab all the mint and such they see. It's a joke about video game behavior, but also! We don't know what they had on them before being cast to Teyvat and that they lost when that happened! And if you need to be that prepared for any number of any type of worlds before you come across another one this hospital to you, it's a gamble to have enough no matter how many years prior you spend gathering. On one hand I feel like that kind of takes away from the whimsy-ness their travels are somewhat connotated with? but idk. Also when food comes up they have a reoccurring thing about saving money items etc. gotta level up those talents
idk perhaps something in canon we know about their traveling or the hoyoverse contradictes this, and feel free to disagree, but I like the concept. drop the pre-Teyvat Traveler lore PLEASE
anon i forgot to respond to your ask im so sorry. it's been a few days since the discussion but yes so true i love to think about this
#the idea that the traveler stocks up on resources because they dealed with food scarcity (and other things too) before!!! that's so good#anonpilled
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My Top 15 Kpop Songs of 2022
(15) 'Tank' - NMIXX
I have disliked many NMIXX songs this year, but 'Tank' was not one of them. It's gloriously weird, and is the perfect earworm. You will almost certainly hate it upon first listen, but within hours of hearing it, it will echo in your mind until it's all you think about.
(13) 'After LIKE' - IVE
I did this song SO DIRTY in my review. I thought its sampling and speed would be its downfall, but here we are, with it at number 14. This song can only be described as glorious - it's the midpoint between third generation and fourth generation, it’s the culmination of all of IVE’s work so far, it’s the epitome of kpop. And yet, it’s only at 14. That shows how good 2022 kpop has been.
(14) 'Blue Flame' - Le Sserafim
The first of many Le Sserafim entries on my list, ‘Blue Flame’ playfully shows off the group's undeniable potential. It’s lilting and mesmerising, low key and relaxed, and the girls’ vocals dance around the beat with pseudo–naivety.
(12) 'Still Life' - RM
RM’s ‘Indigo’ album is pure magic, but ‘Still Life’ has stuck with me more than any other track. The song’s defiant euphoria is delicious, and Namjoon’s ‘don’t give a fuck’ attitude works so well. This song laughs in your face, and then pulls you onto the dance floor. It’s a reminder to take life less seriously, a message that many of us, including myself, need to hear.
(11) 'Impurities' - Le Sserafim
‘Impurities’ is ‘Blue Flame’ at 1000%. The whimsy and delicacy are even more so, and the whole song is like falling into another dimension. It’s like an acid trip in the best way. Chaewon shines on this song, demonstrating a softer side to her we don’t usually get to see.
(10) 'Generation' - TripleS AAA
The immediacy of ‘Generation’ has consumed all my thoughts. I don’t care if the lyrics are meaningless, because this song is pure, addictive joy. It immediately brings a smile to the face - and it demands you dance. It’s a small pocket of teenage perfection.
(9) 'Cookie' - NewJeans
I know it’s problematic, I know it’s kind of odd, I know, but I can’t help loving this song. ‘Cookie’ is constructed perfectly, and keeps you unbelievably hooked, despite its minimalistic sound. NewJeans never miss.
(8) 'DM' - fromis_9
We forgot about ‘DM’ too quickly. While this song reinvents nothing and explores no new territory, it does pop to the highest degree. It’s a feast for your ears from the first to the last second. I literally have no critiques, it’s a flawless pop song.
(7) 'ANTIFRAGILE' - Le Sserafim
OH MY GOD. Everything about this song makes me ascend to another plane of existence. The languid vocals, the squeaky beat, the CHORUS, the dance, EVERYTHING. Chaewon is the beating heart of this song, but it's Kazuha that ties everything together into one of the greatest girl pop songs of the fourth generation. It shouldn’t work as well as it does, but I’m not complaining.
(6) 'Heart Burn' - Sunmi
This song has been on my mind since release. I don’t even truly know why I love it so much - sonically and vocally it isn’t insanely unique, but somehow the whole package forms a song that is utter perfection. Sunmi is an enchantress on this track.
(5) 'Glitch' - Kwon Eunbi
The 8-bit production, Eunbi’s soft vocals, the reinvented anti drop, the thrumming bass - this song is a recipe for perfection. Every risk it takes pays off to the point where they aren’t even risks anymore, just the perfect choice for the song. The UK garage sound works wonderfully with Eunbi, and I pray she returns to it. And fuck me the final chorus of the song is pure, divine magic.
(4) 'Anywhere But Home' - Seulgi
The entirety of Seulgi’s ‘28 Reasons’ album is artistically flawless, but ‘Anywhere But Home’ has something the other tracks don’t. It operates within the space between melancholic and exhilarated, between desperate and careless, and it works so well. Let’s not leave this masterpiece in this year, it has the longevity to keep it afloat for many years to come.
(3) 'Forever 1' - Girls' Generation
It is physically impossible to listen to this song and not dance. Its energy is indescribable - it’s a celebration of SNSD’s legacy, and even if you are a new fan of them like myself, it makes you feel like you were there in 2007 when ‘Into The New World’ changed the industry forever. Girls’ Generation are beyond iconic, and this song solidified what we already knew - SNSD are the queens of kpop.
(2) 'Hype Boy' - NewJeans
One night, all the stars and planets aligned in a once in a lifetime event, and on that night, one of the greatest songs of all time was created. ‘Hype Boy’ is an instant classic. It’s timeless, it’s playful, it’s the most familiar song to ever exist, it’s A FUCKING LIFESTYLE. And yet, it’s at number two. What sort of god given instant smash hit could possibly beat out fucking ‘Hype Boy’? What kind of group could even do that? Who else, but NewJeans themselves.
(1) 'Attention' - NewJeans
I clearly remember the first time I heard this song - it was like 5pm and I opened youtube, only to see a new music video on HYBE’s channel from a group I didn’t recognise. I clicked, and watched it, and instantly I fell in love. I listened to it on repeat, and then spent the rest of the evening desperately searching for the little information about this group that was available. I checked spotify every day for when this song would be uploaded, and when it blew up about a week later I couldn’t be happier. ‘Attention’ has it all. The production, the vocals, the originality, it’s all unbelievably good. Within a week NewJeans became my favourite fourth generation group, and every day they rival Twice to be my ults. NewJeans are my rookies of the year, and their debut album is literally my favourite kpop album of all time. Their first comeback is only around the corner, and I can’t even imagine the hits on that album. Congratulations NewJeans, you’ve stolen my heart along with the hearts of the entire kpop listening community. I can’t wait to see what you do in 2023.
#top kpop songs of 2022#kpop song ranking#kpop ranking#tank#nmixx#ive#after like#blue flame#le sserafim#still life#rm#namjoon#bts#impurities#generation#triples#acid angel from asia#cookie#new jeans#newjeans#dm#fromis 9#fromis#antifragile#heart burn#sunmi#glitch#kwon eunbi#forever 1#girls generation
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24, 29 and 58 for the dnd questions! (for all your characters, please, even if i'm really curious about your clown monk for some reason?)
thank u!! the clunk is great so he'll go first
MO GIGGLES:
24. What’s a controversial food opinion they would have? cream pies are the worst dessert, and they're not even among the top 5 funniest things you could throw in someone's face. (this is only controversial within their monastic tradition: the Order of the Sacred Fool, but he did nearly start a food fight during a formal meal over this opinion once.)
29. What does your character have too much of? depression. it runs in the family real bad, and a big part of why mo joined the Sacred Fools was to help manage it. refocusing his life around joy and silliness isn't a perfect cure, but it helps a lot when you can make other people laugh!
58. What’s a habit that needs to be broken? overthinking things. mo gets very in his own head about everything and it interferes with whimsy.
BUZZ:
24. What’s a controversial food opinion they would have? it doesn't understand why people are such cowards about eating raw meat. cooking it just ruins the texture/flavor.
29. What does your character have too much of? curses. buzz collects them. sometimes out of ignorance, sometimes out of sheer reckless impulse, sometimes on purpose for funsies as it gained levels & grew more confident in its ability to not be completely consumed by the void. it spent a good chunk of the early campaign rotating a 3D model of Lolth in its mind cause it would rather keep its cursed amethyst eyeball even as the thing was growing into its brain than get rid of a cool magical item. the horrors sit heavy upon it but it's fine they just make it weird at parties, etc etc.
58. What’s a habit that needs to be broken? buzz is like a toddler in that it will shamelessly pick up anything remotely shiny and that shiny thing will end up either in its pockets or in its mouth. that's how you get cursed, bird! you'd think it would learn better after the first... three? curses? but no. if it's fucked up and intriguing, the kleptomania will kick in and it cannot be stopped.
RHEA:
24. What’s a controversial food opinion they would have? drinking water is a personal choice, not a bodily necessity. coffee, spirits, and the occasional Fancy Juice are sufficient for meeting daily hydration needs.
29. What does your character have too much of? answered!
58. What’s a habit that needs to be broken? the alcoholism, most prominently. she's also a compulsive liar even when it makes absolutely no sense and serves no purpose for her to be dishonest. someone could be like "rhea, what's your favorite color?" and without hesitation she'd say "yellow" even though it's blue. you literally do not have to be like that, babe.
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