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stylescine · 11 months

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innocent yn who recently ost her virginity to h buying lingerie to impress him.

Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), fingering

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There was something special about showing her how good sex could feel. Harry had taken his sweet time the first time they had been in bed together.

His lips had wandered over her body, his hands taking in every inch of her. Hickeys were placed on the insides of her thighs before his tongue had gotten familiar with her delicate core. He left nothing untouched and to see her as a writhing mess underneath him.

He held her afterwards, their naked bodies intertwined as he had gently caressed her hair.

Y/N had never felt this way. After Harry had fallen asleep, her mind seemed to replay the hour before, leaving her with goosebumps as she thought about the feeling of Harry inside of her. The sounds that had slipped past his lips and the way his hands had held her firmly in place.

Even days after their first time, she was wondering if she could top it up a notch. Every time they found themselves tangled together again, moans filling the room and her legs being left with uncontrollable shivers, she was thinking about stepping up her game and surprising Harry instead.

He kept showing her new things, new positions, more ways for her pleasure to unfold, so she was avidly thinking about what she could do.

She eventually decided to buy new lingerie for him. She decided on a one piece black lace set. It was also crotchless which she thought added a bit of spice to it. There were strings going from the bottom to the bra as well. Seeing herself with it in the mirror for the first time, made her smile almost instantly. Harry would definitely like this.

He was still playing a show tonight, so she was waiting for him in his dressing room as soon as the show ended. She was eager to get home with him and show him the surprise she had planned.

By the time they were home, Harry was already kissing over her neck, his hands exploring her body wherever he could as he pressed her against the closed front door behind them. A giggle escaped her lips and her hands buried in his curls, giving them a gentle tug. When his lips found the sensitive spot between her neck and jaw, she let out a sigh, leaning into his touch as his arms tightly wrapped around her waist to hold her.

"I can't wait to have you screaming tonight, darling," he whispered into her ear, teeth tugging on her earlobe gently. It was enough to send shivers through her entire body, to press her legs together and feel the desire building in her stomach.

"I have a surprise for you," she mumbled into the kiss which made Harry pull away ever so slightly. He raised his eyebrows at her, a curious look in his eyes. "You have?"

"But you have to wait in the bedroom for me," she explained briefly and Harry was quick to comply. He walked up the stairs ahead of her, disappearing in their shared bedroom.

Y/N headed for the bathroom instead, undressing herself until she could put on the lingerie set. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Now that the moment had come, she was slightly nervous that Harry wouldn't like it as much as she did.

She ruffled through her hair, before putting on some red lipstick as well. Harry had made her scream and shiver the past few days and now it was time for her to give him something back.

Harry was already in his underwear when she entered the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes visibly widening as soon as she walked into view.

"Holy shit," he mumbled. His eyes were frantically moving up and down her body as if he couldn't decide what to look at first. His cock was straining against his underwear and he was desperate to pull her close and fuck her while she was wearing that.

"Come here." His voice was hoarse now as he patted his lap. She walked over to him, sitting down sideways on his legs. "You're so beautiful, darling," he whispered into her ear as his hand travelled up her thigh. A sigh left her lips as his hand came closer and closer to her core, her legs naturally parting for him. His fingers moved through her folds gently, index teasing her clit with just a bit of pressure.

"Lay down, beautiful."

She didn't hesitate for another second, laying down in the middle of their huge bed. Harry took another moment to take her in, to take a look at her pink folds when she opened her legs. To take a look at the red on her cheeks as she watched him intently.

He then laid down between her legs, his head hovering over her pussy. His arms wrapped around her legs, keeping them spread apart as he started to kiss her thighs first. "Can't wait to get a taste you again, love."

She bucked her hips up in desperation. "You look so good in that underwear. Bought all of that for me, didn't you?" His voice was teasing while his finger moved through her wetness again.

She felt the nice stretch of his finger when he pushed it inside her. Her moans sounded through the room as he started to move it back and forth. He curled his finger upwards, searching for that sensitive spot inside her.

"You're so tight, my love. Going to fuck you so good again tonight."

He was clearly trying to urge her on some more. And it was working, as her hips started to desperately move against his finger, her body in need of so much more.

She let out a sigh when Harry removed his finger from her core. His eyes had darkened as he looked at her, expression drunken with lust.

He moved back to remove his underwear, his cock already visibly hard. "I need you. Looking so pretty tonight, baby," he mumbled as he settled between her legs, angling them up a bit to align his cock with her core.

Harry slowly pushed forward, a groan slipping from his lips when he was fully buried inside of her. "So good..." he mumbled, his head falling down to rest against her shoulder as he kissed over her neck, his hips thrusting forward slowly.

He used his right hand to support himself while his left one moved to her breast, kneading it under his palm.

"You drive me absolutely crazy with this."

Moans escaped her throat as Harry put her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her fast and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as his eyes roamed over her body, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. The way her breasts looked in that one piece, the way the sweat started to collect on her forehead.

His thrusts grew more frantic as the tension in her stomach became more and more. Her legs were shaking as he continued to fuck her, his nails digging into the soft skin of her thighs. She was getting closer and closer to that high, every thrust pushing her further to the edge.

His thumb found her clit, drawing circles around it.

"Come for me, pretty girl."

It was enough to throw her over the edge, her pussy tightening around him as he continued to lazily thrust into her. His orgasm followed soon after, his cum filling her as he buried himself inside her completely. Low moans slipped past his lips as he closed his eyes for a second while the pleasure was washing over him.

"You can wear this every day from now on."

She figured he had liked her little surprise.

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ichikopotato · 2 months

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plss smut w older tom i BEG u btw i love ur writing . (maybe daddy kink if ure comfortable ?)

This goes HARD.

pairings : t.kaulitz 2017 x brat! reader

synopsis : you’ve been teasing your husband the whole car ride back to your place after an event, your husband has had enough nd’ wanting to put you back into your place.

warnings : smut(obvi), suggestive in the car, rough sex, mean!tom, bratty reader, teasing, brat tamer tom, overstimulation, pussy slapping, spitting, crying kink, degradation, daddy kink, mentions of “baby, princess, slutty baby, Schlampiges Mädchen, hure” Overall really smutty (hehe)

a/n : its been so long (playing fnaf ost), thank you lovelies for staying with me patiently! I love you all, responding to more requests later.

-> YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND are coming home after an event with the band. You’ve managed to get under his skin once again, teasing him nonstop as you got into the car. Rubbing him, whispering dirty things in his ear, even stroking him as he drives.

Once you’ve both gotten back to your shared home, he immediately gets out the car, carrying you into the house. “Tom— wait!” You yelp, earning a slap on your rear end as a result, as he continues to carry you to your bedroom.

“babybaby, calm down.” You whine softly, as he throws you roughly onto the soft mattress beneath you. He pulls you out of your dress, leaving you in your lingerie.

“Princess, what was going on inside your head to think that you’d get away with teasing daddy, huh baby?” He grunted, admiring your half naked figure infront of him.

You giggled, biting your nail as you looked up at him seductively. “You’re just really fun to tease n’play with, daddy.” You paused for a moment, before continuing.

“And if m’such a bad girl, why don’t you punish me, daddy?”

It was a mistake.

You had wished you’ve never provoked your loving, sweet husband into punishing you for your actions. Leading you to your current state right now.

Sobbing, drooling all over the pillow that he smushed your face in. Moaning uncontrollably as he rutted in you relentlessly. “fuck— such a slutty little thing.” he groaned, head resting on your shoulder.

You whimpered, sobbing into the pillow as you moaned. “daddy— ah.. i-its too much!” you whined, your hands held together behind your back by his hands.

“ohoh, baby. weren’t you the one who said, punish me, oh punish me daddy!” he mocked your voice, chuckling. “now, shut the fuck up and be a good Schlampiges Mädchen f’daddy, kay?” he smirked.

You had no choice but to oblige, as you creamed all over his shaft once more. He flipped you over onto your back, his cock almost bursting at the sight of your flushed face.

Tears rolling down your cheeks, your cheeks flushed, drool all over your chin, eyes slightly closed. “fuck, baby. You really look like a hure right now f’daddy.” He laughed, slapping your wet folds.

You yelp, making your hips buck forward. “open up, princess.” Making you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out.

He let out a drop of spit, letting it fall onto your tongue. You swallow, opening your mouth again. “Such a slutty baby, huh? my slutty baby.” He smiled, before thrusting into your tight hole once more.

You whine, letting out more tears as you brought your small hands to his abdomen, trying to stop his movements as you moaned out in ecstasy.

“daddydaddy— s’too.. t-too muchhh” you mewled, as he let out a chuckle, grunting. “Take it princess, you always do a good job, right? yeahyeah- now take it f’me.” He smirked.

“Gonna cum in you again, baby. gon’ make you a mommy, huh?” He groaned, releasing his load into you. You moaned, clawing at his shoulders as you both reached your highs.

After a few long minutes, both your breathing turned back to normal. “was I too rough, schatzi?” “you okay baby?” “do you need anything?” “I love you so much, meine liebe.”

I mean, how can your husband be so sweet after being a feral monster to you and your pussy?

DAMNNNN, THAT WAS GOOD IG. THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME! I LOVE YOU ALL, STAY SAFE ANGELS 💋

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sugolara · 1 year

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝

Feat. Katsuki Bakugo x Shoto Todoroki x Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

A series. Book One

cw: gore, quirkless! au, apocalypse! au, zombie! au, weapons, death, angst, lots and lots of blood, cannibalism, suicidal thoughts, updates thursday/sunday, slow burn, cross-posted on ao3, wattpad, qoutev

˗ˏˋ+ ´ˎ˗ After a deadly virus leaks all over the world, every country is forced to close down it's borders and airports to prevent anyone from coming in and out. Though, it's to late for some people. The dead has rose and is looking for revenge.

Inspired by, ''The Walking Dead''

(ongoing)

playlist!

" Space Junk - Wang Chung " Wolf - First Aid Kit " Into The Black - Chromatics " My Life In Rewind - Eagulls " Hush - Trills " Bad Before Good - Dayone " Run Boy Run - Woodkid " You're So Cool - Jonathan Bree " So Bored - Gorgeous Bully " Operations - Duster " Blue Light - Mazzy Star " Civilian - Wye Oak " Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers " Sweet Child O' Mine - Guns N' Roses " Skyfall - Adele " Struggling Man - Emily Kinney (original: Jimmy Cliff) " The Last Pale Light In The West - Ben Nichols " Up The Wolves - The Mountain Goats " Blackbird Song - Lee DeWyze " Be Gone Dull Cage - Kiev " Into Dust - Mazzy Star " Warm Shadow - Fink " Tomorrow Is a Long Time - Bob Dylan " Poison Tree - Grouper " Rhymes Of An Hour - Mazzy Star " You Are The Wilderness - Voxhaul Broadcast " Running - Delta Spirit " People, Turn around - Delta Spirit " The Lion's Roar - First Aid Kit " Pain - Boy Harsher " The Setup - Favored Nations " The Old Death - Ben Nichols " Revolution - Red Shahan " The Man Who Sold The World - Nirvana " Beautiful Mess - Balian " The Day The World Went Away - Nine Inch Nails " Mr. Splitfoot - Paris Motel " Empty Words - Bowery Electric " No Longer Making Time - Slowdive " Step Away from the Cliff - Blue-Eyed Son " Paradise - Silverberg " Take Care (To Comb Your Hair) - Ty Segall " Glad I Had a Friend - Galt MacDermot " Machine Gun - Portishead " Shadows of Planes - Duster " No Peace at All - Aldous Harding " Save Us from Ourselves - Digital Daggers " I'm No Heroine - Emily Wells " Salt in the Wound - Delta Spirit " It's All Right - Sam Cooke " To Build a Home - The Cinematic Orchestra " 6 Underground - Sneaker Pimps " Edge Of The World - Dayshell " Bye Bye Bye - School of Seven Bells " Arsonist Lullaby - Hozier " It's All Over - Johnny Cash " The Stars Just Blink For Us - Say Hi " Love Will Tear Us Apart - Joy Division " Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Guns N' Roses " Runnin' Down a Dream - Tom Petty " Fly Like An Eagle - Steve Miller Band " You Are Not Alone - Mavis Staples " Welcome - Harmonia & Eno ‘76’ " Hope We Can Again - Nine Inch Nails " outside - Oneheart " sleepless - Odyzon " Alesund - Sun Kil Moon " Comfortably Numb - Pink Floyd " Don Abandons Alice - John Murphy " Wicked Game - Chris Isaak " Rule of Rose OST - Playing Airship " 1908 - Repulsive " I Shall Cross This River - The Black Atlantic " Easy Way Out - Low Roar

table of contents:

Season 1: Episode 1: Begin Episode 2: Not alone Episode 3: Gone but not forgotten Episode 4: You belong in this world Episode 5: Because all life is precious Episode 6: Musutafu, we'll meet again Episode 7: Izuku: I'd always thought there be more time

Season 2: Episode 8: During these two weeks Episode 9: Diopside, like your eyes Episode 10: For the first time in a long time Episode 11: Almost complete Episode 12: Determined to survive, stay alive Episode 13: Fear Episode 14: Katsuki: You are going to beat this world

Season 3: Episode 15: Away with you Episode 16: Three months ago Episode 17: Slowly withering away Episode 18: Don't die, not yet Episode 19: How long before I’m alone Episode 20: Nothing else to lose Episode 21: Shoto: Everything you would be will be gone

Season 4: Episode 22: Trouble Episode 23: For however long that'll be Episode 24: Searching Episode 25: The fallen city Episode 26: Stay who you are Episode 27: All together Episode 28: F/n: With you beside me

Season 5: Episode 29: Here Episode 30: Cruel Episode 31: Too loud Episode 32: Back on road Episode 33: All is lost Episode 34: Safe in your arms Episode 35: And so it begins Episode 36: At stake Episode 37: Sorry or whatever Episode 38: Familiar eyes

Season 6: Episode 39: A relief Episode 40: Upcoming trouble Episode 41: Never to easy Episode 42: To good for death Episode 43: Old memories Episode 44: A stroke of luck Episode 45: Be aware Episode 46: Bait Episode 47: A thump in my heart Episode 48: Belong to me Episode 49: One step closer (Towards you)

Season 7: Episode 50: Sorston Episode 51: Tenderness Episode 52: Here to stay Episode 53: The start Episode 54: Crushed Episode 55: Reporting to duty Episode 56: Good morning and goodbye Episode 57: An end to sorrow, grief & regret Episode 58: On the move Episode 59: Confirmation Episode 60: The world was on fire and no one could save me but you

Season 8: Episode 61: Not who you were Episode 62: Just you and me Episode 63: The Plaza Episode 64: The other side Episode 65: To be ready Episode 66: You're here Episode 67: So long, my dear Episode 68: Discard me Episode 69: Secrets you'll soon share

to be continued...

Book two: To The One You Left Behind

taglist: @mikeyswifie @k0z3me @sky-angel101 @stevenknightmarc @nahwajinswhore @mn-0p @a-helen113 @azrral @mary-jinx @chixkadee @flowers-4-you

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blackreaderfics · 8 months

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Hygge | Nanami Kento x Tiana

↳ Pairing : Nanami Kento x Tiana

↳ Rating : T

↳ Summary : Nanami breaks his well cultivated routine

↳ W.C : 4.4k

↳ A/N: the voices in my head got me y’all… this is a purely self indulgent fic featuring relatable king Nanami (I, too, do not dream of labor✊🏾) and black girlbossqueen Tiana

↳ Tags + Warnings: xenophobia from a side character, fluff, set in Tokyo, next door neighbors, cultural differences, salaryman x cafe owner, they can speak each other’s languages but not fluently

🎵 A Commuter’s Trip (The Commuter OST) by Roque Baños

🎵 Hello Stranger by KAI

Hygge (n.) | Danish

“the feeling of calm, comfort, and contentment evoked by life’s simple joys”

Nanami had a simple routine. Wake up at 6, shower, get dressed, eat breakfast by 7:45 and be out of the door—at the latest—a minute before 8. He had everything calculated to the T. If Nanami had been a minute too late—let’s say 8:01— he would miss the morning train and therefore be late for work, and he was never late. He had taken into account all contingencies i.e. a train delay, traffic, inclement weather, and made sure he was prepared for any and all possibilities.

That’s why, much to his chagrin, he was “Employee of the Month” every month since he had been promoted from associate to advisor. Most workers would’ve taken pride in that, felt their presence valued at their company. But Nanami didn’t care much for awards or titles, in fact, he just hated working period. He made sure to always clock out at 6 p.m. on the dot. One minute more would be overtime and he didn’t want to give his thankless job a second more of his labor.

When he left work, he always went straight home. When his head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes, thoughts about the next day would drift into his mind.

Did the market close up or down? What reports did he need to finish? There’s a client meeting coming up; the presentation deck needs to be prepared… Just two more days. Get through two more days and it’s the weekend.

And so on and so on. Wash rinse repeat.

He presumed this endless cycle of corporate monotony would continue until the day he turned 40, after which he could retire and live modestly in a country like Malaysia or the Philippines to catch up on all the reading he missed. Perhaps even find a nice woman and marry her while he was there.

The marriage part was new—an afterthought after years of daydreaming—and he didn’t really think much about the kind of woman he wanted to marry. What she looked like or what she did was more of an amorphous thought, a vague idea in his mind.

Until her.

He met her by accident. Nanami had been cooking, a hobby he only indulged in on the weekends, and he was just in the middle of making a rolled omelet when he heard a loud thump outside his door.

His apartment building was more of an office building which meant that his floor didn’t get much traffic. The people who rented rooms were not really tenants who lived there, but workers looking for an extra workspace. He had assumed the thump to be a delivery man outside his door so, naturally, he was surprised when it wasn’t the post, but a foreigner woman standing outside the room next door.

The woman had a heavy bag of groceries balanced in the crook of her arm and another by her feet that he presumed had been the source of the sound. When they made eye contact, he had been so startled that he quickly closed his door. The apartment next to his had been empty for months, but it looked like it had finally been rented out.

He thought nothing more of it until her very presence began to infiltrate his well-maintained routine. Every morning, if he was quiet enough, he could faintly hear her humming as he got dressed. Other times, he could hear upbeat jazzy music on the weekends if he opened his window.

Every night, he was surrounded by the fragrance of whatever she seemed to be cooking. Most of the time it was sweet, other times it was savory. It wasn’t an unpleasant aroma, just noticeable to the point where its absence would feel strange. There were days when they would leave for work at the same time, though oftentimes he would end up holding the elevator door open for her when she left her apartment a few minutes after he did.

In the brief moments they encountered, Nanami made small observations about her: She was an American. Beautiful. Unmarried—Americans wore rings on their ring finger to signify marital status, he’d noticed she didn’t.

He couldn’t infer her job or what exactly brought her to Tokyo in the first place from her appearance alone, however. He’d seen a fair amount of young foreign teachers in the city. He wondered if she was a teacher. She looked young enough. A missionary? She dressed modestly and wore sensible shoes. Her curly hair was often tied into a low bun. From the very slim list of what young American women did for work in Tokyo, he decided on teacher and his curiosity was sated.

One day he found out. After a long day of work, he walked his usual route from the train station back to his apartment building but was redirected due to construction at his usual subway exit. When he alighted from the escalator he was on a different street entirely. The extra few minutes from this detour would undoubtedly cut into the time he’d set aside to unwind, and subsequently, he’d have to make a few adjustments to still get a full 8 hours of sleep.

He loosened his tie and sighed inwardly as he walked on. Since he’d moved to this district last year he didn’t make much effort to visit any new places. For all he was concerned, he only really needed to know his route to work and the nearest Starbucks.

So when he passed by a small cafe called “Tiana’s Place”, it didn’t immediately click that the jazz he’d heard playing softly from her apartment was the same music that was playing now. It was familiar enough that it gave him pause. Where had he heard that song before? When he finally caught sight of her—his neighbor— through the glass window, it finally registered that she wasn’t a teacher or a missionary, but a cafe worker, and from the looks of it, she owned the place.

He watched her dimples deepen as she interacted with customers, giving each and every one of them a tireless smile. Before he knew it, Nanami found himself inside the cafe whisked into the after-work rush of impatient office workers. She was so busy already, the only indication of strain being a moment when she blew the hair out of her face before the next customer walked up to order. He planned to buy something small and leave; he wanted to give her time to catch her breath but inadvertently in his musings he was already holding up the line.

She was…right in front of him? And speaking to him now? It was the first time he’d heard her voice and he decided it suited her. She spoke in Japanese and, though accented, was clear and practiced enough in a way that impressed him.

“Are you still deciding, sir?” Impossibly large brown eyes waited in expectation for him to order.

He broke out of his reverie quickly enough to make it seem like his stalling was deliberate, his unmarred poker face further upholding the charade.

He scanned the prepackaged foods and retrieved the first thing that looked like bread. “Just this.”

“Good choice,” She looked positively elated as she scanned the barcode and activated the card machine. “Beignets are my specialty.” She was beaming at him. Not in a “thank you come again” customer way but like in a he’d just made her entire week way. She was so laughably easy to please that it discomfited him.

He muttered a “thank you”, taking the package and turning to leave quickly before he met her eyes again. The Fall of Icarus was a cautionary tale for a reason, he wouldn’t risk another trip into the sun.

Nanami’s routine had drastically altered over the next few weeks. Every morning he’d gotten used to riding down the elevator with her. They greeted each other regularly, albeit a bit awkwardly, in the shared space—A slight bow from him as he held the doors open, reciprocated by a grateful wave from her.

The last time they shared an elevator, however, they'd accidentally brushed hands while reaching for the ground floor button. For some reason, that unnerved Nanami. So now, most times, he avoided that, opting to wait and listen to the click of her door before he left the house. For good measure, he started taking the stairs. As a result, Nanami had added an extra 10 minutes to his morning commute.

The detour, having yet to be fixed, took him past the café every day. Though Nanami knew the process of waiting in line would add an extra 15 minutes to his after-work trek, he did so anyway, calculating that picking up a quick dinner bento would be a fair trade to taking the time to cook something for himself.

“What can I get for you today, sir?”

He knew her name now—Tiana, from the name tag she wore, and the sign on the storefront. He noticed from the way her eyes would widen as he approached, that she recognized him now too.

“Black tea. No sugar, please.” He placed his usual prepackaged meal and packet of beignets on the counter, taking out his wallet. Nanami didn’t always plan to add beignets to every order, but he found himself reaching for them every time, dreading her predictable delight when he did. Ordering tea was another stroke of impulse he didn’t account for, but it wasn’t so busy now, he could enjoy it before he went home.

He decided on a table by the window, savoring the warm liquid as the sun set to a melancholy soundtrack of brass and bass. It was like being transported to another time, outside of crowded subway cars and the hustle of his high-powered office.

Nanami closed his eyes and felt something akin to contentment. When he exhaled, the stiffness in his shoulders abated, and the strain behind his eyes subsided. Was this what it was like to finally relax?

He was about to take another sip of his drink when he heard a loud bang. The front door to the restaurant had flown open, a bulky man with greasy hair and a lecherous smile stalking in. Nanami’s eyes trailed after the man’s movements, the cup still raised to his lip.

“I’d like a dozen of those powdered donut things. Ya got any of those?” The man leered at the part-timer manning the counter. He sauntered back and forth at the register, eying the self-serve pastries in the display.

“Sure, would you like them fresh? There aren’t enough ready-made ones for a dozen, but if you’re willing to wait there’s a new batch being made—”

The man picked up a package of beignets that had been warming under a heated case and without warning, ripped open the package and took a bite.

“S-sir! You need to pay for that first!” The part-timer sputtered.

“Well, I’m waitin’ for that new batch. I wanna try before I buy.” The delinquent guffawed and attempted another gleeful bite only for the pastry to be smacked out of his hand and onto the floor.

He whirled around to face Tiana, bursting into laughter upon seeing her. “And who the fuck are you supposed to be?”

“Call the police,” Tiana stated calmly to her employee as she stared down the man. Her usual polite smile had been replaced with a stony-faced expression. “Sir, if you’re not going to buy anything then it’s best you leave.”

“Huh? What was that? I can barely understand you, foreign bit-AHh” A pressure on the man’s shoulder made him crumple in pain.

“Your ears must not be working. I can understand her perfectly well,” Nanami murmured, his vice-like grip squeezing at the juncture between the man’s neck and shoulder. While the delinquent whimpered pathetically at the deepening pressure, Nanami directed his attention to Tiana, motioning with a slight tilt of his head for her to step away. “It’s not worth your trouble, I’ll take care of it.”

She nodded reluctantly and joined her staff member who was now waiting with a phone at her ear behind the counter.

Nanami appeared to be saying something to the man now, but in a volume that Tiana couldn’t hear. His face was calm, betraying no emotion while the delinquent paled gradually in terror, trembling under his grip. The moment Nanami released him, the man scrambled out of his grasp and prostrated himself on all fours.

“I’M SORRY I’M SORRY I PROMISE I WON’T DO IT AGAIN PLEASE—” He shouted hysterically and proceeded to do a fervent bow of penitence.

Tiana looked at Nanami quizzically but was only met with a mild shrug.

“Alright alright,” she stepped around the counter to placate him. If he could just stop snotting up the floor she just mopped and get out of there, they could just forget this all happened.

The tinkling bell sound of the cafe door opening interrupted the scene; everyone’s attention shifted from the blubbering man on the floor to the police officer who had just stepped in.

Before anyone could speak, the man sprang up from the ground and ran toward the policeman. “OFFICER! IT'S ALL MY FAULT I ADMIT IT! ARREST ME, PLEASE! JUST GET ME OUT OF HERE!”

Within 10 minutes the offender was cuffed—willingly, to the cop’s surprise— and whisked noisily out of the cafe just as quickly as he’d burst in. Nanami, suddenly uninterested in the commotion, walked calmly back to his table and gathered his things.

Tiana made her way over to Nanami, eyeing the man through the window. He was currently being escorted to a police car on the curb. Still in hysterics, he’d practically thrown himself into the back of the car.

“Ok…what on earth did you say to that man?” She quirked an eyebrow at the blonde businessman.

That this cafe is his one and only oasis in the heaping pile of shit called life, and if even so much as one insignificant waste of air like him tries to ruin it he’ll have no choice but to chop his fingers off one by one and shove them down his throat so hard he’ll be shitting fingernails for weeks…among other things.

It would’ve been improper to divulge this to Tiana, of course.

“I asked him to apologize,” he said instead in simple English, a far cry from the eloquently horrific threats he’d made in his native language.

“Really?” She asked, accepting the sudden change of language in stride. Her arms were crossed, her hip jutted to the side, face incredulous. “Just like that?”

“I’m rather persuasive.”

After a beat she laughed.

Nanami didn’t consider himself a funny person. And frankly, he didn’t understand why she was laughing now but he welcomed it, if only to see that the earlier disturbance hadn’t caused her too much distress.

“Well, thank you kindly,” she drawled in between giggles, her southern accent now unmistakable when she switched to English. “Mister…”

“Kento.” He offered his first name, aware he was skipping over several customary stages of familiarity. In any other case, anyone less than an acquaintance addressing him by his first name would be extremely frowned upon. But it was common business practice to use given names when dealing with American clients; he thought it fitting to do the same with her.

He reached into his suit jacket, pulling out a silver business card holder, and passed over an impressive looking card:

Nanami Kento, Investment Advisor

“If there are any similar issues please don’t hesitate to contact me.” He repeated an English phrase that had come in handy from past business dealings.

“Mr. Kento,” she repeated to herself with finality studying the card. Tiana faintly wondered why a guy with a fancy title—and the most expensive suits she’d ever laid eyes on— lived in the modest one-room apartment right next to hers. She pocketed the card and patted around for her own business card.

“I would’ve given you my own card too. But if you ever need to contact me—”

“Boss!” Her part-timer called out, waving her over from where she stood next to a police officer holding a clipboard.

“I’d better go, you know where to find me.” She excused herself with an apologetic smile.

Unfortunately for Nanami, this little ordeal had cost him another hour of wasted time.

The next day Nanami waited for the familiar click of her door shutting before starting his commute. When he exited his apartment, he could still see the silhouette of her back walking towards the elevator bank.

She left without an umbrella, he noted to himself as he walked part of the way down the hallway. He imagined walking up to her and bringing it up casually as they waited for the elevator. But as soon as she’d turned his direction he changed course abruptly, legs moving on their own through the emergency exit and down the stairs.

Work went on as usual. He sat at his desk going over the pitch deck, but his eyes could not seem to follow the text. Instead, he found himself gazing out the window, watching the clouds slowly darken in the horizon.

“Fucking weather, right? News said it’s gonna rain like a bitch the next few days.”

His boss had walked up behind him, crouching at his eye level to see what Nanami was looking at.

“Hope you brought your galoshes, rookie, we’re going overtime today for that big client meeting. Dinner’s on me.” His boss clapped a hand on his shoulder and went off to bother a different team.

He tried to return his attention to his work, but he couldn’t. Instead, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes against the blue light of his computer screen. All he could think about was the rain.

Tiana had hoped that by the time she closed, the rain would’ve stopped. But she found herself outside the doors of the cafe, reluctant to leave. The rain hadn’t let up, and it didn’t look like it was stopping any time soon.

It was a day of disappointments. On top of forgetting her umbrella, Nanami hadn’t come into the shop that day. She’d gotten used to seeing him enter the store at the same time every day, and perhaps even looked forward to it.

She took one tentative step outside, shivering through the draft of wind. She didn’t live far, maybe it would be alright if she just ran home with a plastic bag over her head. Tiana locked the door behind her and raised the collar of her jacket, clasping it with her hand to protect her neck. On the count of three, she lifted the plastic takeout bag over her head and took the plunge.

After a few strides in the pelting rain, it suddenly stopped—She had run into something or someone. The rain made it difficult to see where she was going so she blindly sputtered a reflexive “I’m so sorry!” in English at whoever it was that she had run into.

When she wiped the rain out of her eyes she could see nothing but an impeccably tailored pinstripe suit in the dim of the streetlights. It was Nanami and he was holding an umbrella over her head. His collar was unbuttoned without a tie, and he looked utterly exhausted. The dark circles under his eyes were even more pronounced from where she stood underneath him.

“Mr. Kento? Are you alright? What are you—”

“I figured you could use an umbrella,” he said dryly and pretty pointedly at her makeshift plastic bag hat.

“Yea, I guess I could use one of those,” she laughed breathlessly and took the bag off her head, before giving him one of those heart-stopping smiles he loathed. “You saved my life.*”

The corner of his mouth quirked slightly, amused. Perhaps because her choice of words sounded highly literal, almost…cute?, in Japanese. He “saved her life” just by sharing his umbrella? Americans were known to have a penchant for the dramatic. But he didn’t bother to correct her, instead, he only hummed somewhat of an affirmative response.

They walked in a comfortable silence down a familiar tree-lined path leading to their apartment building. She noticed Nanami’s shoulder getting wet, and leaned closer to him.

Feeling the imperceptible shift, he gave the woman beside him a sidelong glance. His eyes settled on the loose wisp of hair he’d always seen her blowing out of her face.

It bothered him.

Maybe it was the fatigue-driven delirium, but he was struck with the inane compulsion to brush that lock out of her eyes. He couldn’t have been more grateful for the umbrella currently occupying his hand, otherwise, he would’ve indulged it.

Tiana reached over and gently adjusted the umbrella closer over his side. “Wouldn’t want to ruin that nice suit of yours,” she said softly.

“I hate this suit.” The curt statement came off a bit more brusque than he’d initially intended, though, it was true. He hated that suit and everything it represented.

She looked at him curiously, wondering if this was another aspect of his humor. But from what she could see on his countenance, he was entirely serious.

He glanced at her again, catching the confused look on her face. “I don’t mind if it gets wet,” he reiterated this time with the intended lack of severity, along with a kind of finality that implied an end to the discussion of his suit and his decision to prioritize her dryness. They continued the rest of the way, the umbrella above them biased towards her side.

When they got to the apartment he held the building door open, letting her walk through first.

“Thank you again for yesterday. That man, he was—” she paused to conjure the correct word.

“He was being a nuisance,” he completed, pushing the button for the elevator door. Naturally, he had chosen the same number for their floors, and when they arrived at their floor he waited for her to alight before walking after her.

When they finally reached their neighboring doors, he set his umbrella on the hallway floor for it to dry and began to punch in the code for his door.

“Mr. Kento, wait a moment.”

He stilled his movement and watched as she rummaged into her purse.

Tiana pulled out a paper box from her bag and presented it to him, “I was going to give these to you earlier if you came in. Glad they didn’t get wet.”

It was a small gesture. Even so, he was reluctant to take it.

“You… didn’t have to,” he frowned, eyeing the box.

“You didn’t have to walk me home, either,” she shrugged.

“We’re neighbors. We were going in the same direction,” he said plainly, though, he didn’t entirely believe the words as they left his mouth either. It was unlike him to go anywhere else except straight home after working overtime. He hadn’t run into her by some coincidence or divine guidance. He’d gone there on purpose, and he had a sinking feeling she figured that out already too.

“Then just think of it as a ‘thank you gift’,” she insisted, tugging gently at his wrist and nudging the box softly into his hands. “For being my favorite customer.”

He shifted uncomfortably to receive the box with both hands. It was an unfamiliar concept for him to be anyone’s favorite anything.

“Good night, Mr. Kento.” Tiana’s voice had an amused lilt to it. Nanami must’ve stood there frozen because she was already halfway through her door, a knowing smile on her lips.

He regained his composure and mumbled back a formal “Good night, Miss. Tiana,” —her name a bit alien on his tongue—before retreating back inside.

When the door shut behind him, he immediately shed his suit jacket. His body was much too warm despite one side being wet; his collar much too tight, despite his lack of tie.

Nanami stared at the assortment of pastries that Tiana had given to him. He couldn’t recall the last time he willingly ate dessert though he assumed if he had, it would’ve probably been with Gojo and his infantile palate.

Truthfully, Nanami didn’t really like sweets at all. The first time he bought those beignets, he’d just picked up the first thing in line that day and just…never stopped buying it. Over the past weeks, he’d amassed a bevy of unopened bags of the foreign confection and they were occupying the much-needed counter space of his kitchen.

It was rather ironic for an investment advisor to be so frivolous with his money. Spending on foods he didn’t even eat when was supposed to be saving it didn’t make any sort of financial sense. He had been planning to retire by 40, and now he’d have to add an extra 5 years to his projections over mere fried dough.

Nanami turned over the yellow business card for “Tiana’s Place” that he had found wedged in the box. A simple “Bon Appétit ;) -T.” was written on the back.

He picked up a beignet from the box and took a bite—It was made for him, after all. He chewed it slowly, the consistency not too far off from that of a baguette. It wasn’t too sweet, either. In fact, it was…delicious? Better than any dessert he’s had before. Maybe everything he’d tried before this was just a crude imitation, a poor excuse for the craft of baking.

Perhaps he did like sweets or even dessert right before bed. Maybe he didn’t even mind that he wouldn’t be getting his full 8 hours of sleep. If he concentrated hard enough, her faint humming as she got ready for bed filled the silence of his apartment. He could stay up even longer if at all possible.

When he finally closed his eyes, a rush of different kinds of thoughts flooded his mind.

Some were more mundane: Maybe I’ll have a beignet for breakfast or It’s probably going to rain tomorrow.

Some were imaginations: plump glossy lips curved in an oversweet smile meant solely for him. His fingers gently tucking that bothersome tendril of hair behind her ear.

He finally drifted to sleep with one last thought just as simple as the others, a tiny hope that she would forget her umbrella again.

*A/N: Tiana’s words sound like a literal translation/unnatural because she’s a non-native speaker ex. “you saved my life” vs a more natural/colloquial “you’re a lifesaver”

©️ blackreaderfics // credit to cafekitsune for the dividers

#brfwrites #tianami #nanami x tiana #jjk x disney #idk yall lmao #walk with me #I’m just glad it’s finally out of my head #x black reader #black reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen fluff #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento fanfic #nanami fluff #nanami fanfic #jjk fluff

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dragonwritersblog · 7 months

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Why you should watch 'The Amazing Digital Circus'!

The Creators

It was made by Gooseworx, who has created amazing animations on her youtube channel, and produced by Glitch Productions, the creators of 'Murder Drones'. One of their founders is the creator of the youtube channel SMG4, who creates amazing Mario skits since 2010.

He used to make mostly shitposts when starting out, but since 2018 he's made such emotional and compelling arcs for his characters and they're all written so well. If it wasn't for his first arc 'The Waluigi arc' Glitch probably wouldn't exist.

The Animation

It has amazing animation! This style is so unique, thanks to the creativity of indie animation, and it helps make this world feel more alive!

It already has such a compelling story and only the pilot is out. It leaves you asking questions and theorizing about these characters and how they got into this wacky world!

The Characters

Pomni is an anxious, wet cat, adorable blorbo that you want to protect!

She's also voiced by Lizzie Freeman, who used to voice Meggy in SMG4's skits!

Caine is an ominous threat who covers up his suspiciousness with his goofy personality, which makes him more terrifying!

Jax is an asshole that you can't help but love him!

He's also voiced by Michael Kovach, who voiced Angeldust in 'Helluva Boss', N in 'Murder Drones and Rocky Rickaby in 'Lackadaisy'!

Ragatha is a sweet big sister to everyone and you can't help but sympathize with her!

Gangle is an emotional sweetheart who is just too precious for words!

Zooble is a moody genderfluid icon!!!!

And Kinger is an antisocial introvert who is scared of everything, he's so me fr!!!

The Music

The choices made for the OST of this show is just fantastic, from goofy and fun to terrifying and haunting the next, just listen to this!!!

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In Conclusion

If you're a fan of 'Don't Hug Me I'm Scared' and 'Welcome Home' and other media like those, please check this out and help support this show!

#its definitely worth a watch!#the amazing digital circus #tadc #pomni #ragatha #jax #caine #gangle #zooble #kinger #glitch productions #smg4 #dragon rambles

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beautifulpersonpeach · 6 months

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Bpp I'm dying to know your song rankings in chapter 2 now they've all debuted. What are your top picks this year? I miss your writing and hope I can coax you back with 'a fun ask'

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Okay. :)

Since you asked...

Top 10 Non-BTS K-pop Songs in 2023

10 - Watch It - The Boyz (this song just dropped and it's already in my top ten, yes)

9 - Seoul - H1-key

8 - Ay-Yo - NCT 127

7 - Sweet Venom - ENHYPEN

6 - Neverland Farewell - TXT (Say whatever you like about BigHit, they know how to make good music. Soobin sounds incredible on this song. Beomgyu too. Really, they all do.)

5 - Cool With You - NewJeans

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NewJeans isn't going anywhere, so everyone else really should get comfortable with the idea of seeing them at the top. That's all there is to say.

4 - Crying - BOYNEXTDOOR

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I don't know where my head was at when I ranked this the worst song on the album. Clearly, I was wrong. This song was a pleasant companion during the autumn months, and I can't wait to see what else they come out with.

3 - Chaconne - ENHYPEN

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Do you know what a chaconne is? That's not a rhetorical question btw. No shade either, I'm just curious. For those who don't know, a chaconne is a rhythmical and harmonic motif over a pronounced bass-line. That's my leftover understanding from music classes taken a lifetime ago. According to google, a chaconne is also "a slow, solemn dance in 3/4 time, of Spanish or Moorish origin, similar to the passacaglia." For a non-k-pop example, I recommend Hilary's rendition of Bach's chaconne (more leftover knowledge from a lifetime ago).

Anyway, this likely isn't important context. The use of "chaconne" in the song probably has more to do with how it sounds in the song, than what it means. In any case, Enhypen earned a gold star from me with this pantydropper anthem.

2 - Criminal Love - ENHYPEN

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I'm not sure how many of you were here when Heartbeat and Dream Glow were released. What I remember was shock, pure incredulity that BigHit would release songs of that quality for game OSTs. From ARMYs and k-pop stans alike, this was the sentiment. It was like a flex that BTS had such a peerless discography they could make songs like this for a side gig.

That's immediately what I was reminded of when I first heard Criminal Love, released as the OST for Enhypen's webtoon. It's moody, vampy, seduction in a song. That's what that song is. Sad too, when you hear the lyrics. Watching the live performance only drives it home.

1 - Blind - ENHYPEN

This song has given me one of the best auditory experiences I've ever had in k-pop. Which is a bit odd because yes a lot happens in the production, but the switches are so subtle you almost don't notice it.

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Heeseung, Ni-ki, Jay, Sunoo, Sunghoon, Jake, and Jungwon - all outdid themselves on this song. Vocally, they sound incredible. The writing, (again) is top notch. This is one of the only songs released this year that I genuinely struggle not to loop.

Top 5 BTS Solo Songs

5 - Yes or No - Jung Kook

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This is one song I'm praying and begging that we get thousands of remixes of. HYBE, please work your magic and give us 10 remixes of Yes or No. I need it. This is the perfect pop song in that it makes you crave more. I know it's got a predictable, common almost, chord progression in VI -> V -> I -> IV, but it's perfect in that it's impossible to get sick of it. It just worms itself into your head and all you can think of is all the ways to sing all over those chords.

Jung Kook's vocal work on that song is irreproachable. He's really set himself apart with this album and I'm glad he did it.

4 - Snooze - AGUST D, ft. Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung

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HUH?! should be here, as should Amygdala so consider this a triple entry: HUH + Snooze + Amygdala. The reason why is self-evident (I hope).

Anyway... I want to talk a bit about Snooze.

Yoongi loves using the piano. He likes the sound of it, and you can tell in songs like Snooze. He has such a profound love and respect for that musical instrument that it only makes sense a man like Ryuichi acknowledged Yoongi before he passed.

With everything that happened this year, remembering Moonbin, and knowing that Yoongi made this song for his juniors... the first time I heard this song it completely destroyed me. Anyone who hasn't paid attention to the lyrics yet should check it.

When I casually listen in to TXT, SVT, Enhypen, BoyNextDoor, and see the work they're doing, putting out easily some of the best music and performances in their generations, I hope and pray they develop a support system that genuinely values them, soon. I hope they survive this industry, and thrive in it.

3 - All Day - RM ft Tablo

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Not to be that person (since he's canceled for reasons and it actually makes sense why), but when I first saw the song title All Day, I immediately remembered All Day by Kanye West - one of the sauciest and meanest songs he's ever made. I was worried, given the tone of the album to that point, that Namjoon was going to give us his take on Ye's original. Joon is more than capable of dropping a track just as mean if not more. I didn't put it past him to pay homage to the Kanye joint by taking a spin on it. But, thankfully, All Day is nothing like Kanye's song, and it's my favourite song on Indigo because it's the best.

Joon's diction on this track is *chef's kiss*. His voice.... that outro, and thank goodness, Tablo came through. He actually has a presence on the track and made it even more worth the listen.

It kills me that we don't even have a visualizer for this masterpiece.

2 - Set Me Free Pt 2 - Jimin

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Thank you for giving me another chance to talk about Set Me Free Pt 2.

One reason all the anxiety and fear-mongering around Jimin seems insane to me is because Jimin dropped this song and ended k-pop in 2023. He literally has no real competition. He came in, showed out, and left. That song is the sexiest joint out of Korea this year. It's so nasty. He's absolutely disgusting on this song in how brutally he makes rubbish of everything beneath him. Like, he literally has people bowing down to him in the choreography. Bobbing their heads like Funko Pops, while he sings to be set free. I'm going on a bit of a tangent here, but I want to say something. There's a cruelty in the way Jimin speaks. Whether to someone else or to himself. It's often (somewhat) restrained, born of the way he sees the world I think, and it was especially brutal in their early days, but he's toned it down significantly since 2016. It's virtually non-existent in his speech patterns and word choice now. Jimin of the last few years communicates gently, directly, tactfully, and at worst, bluntly. A lot of that cruelty is toned down but he unleashes a whisper of it on SMF Pt 2. Just listen to what he's saying on that song. That autotune effect on his voice was for our benefit and safety. Nothing can convince me otherwise. And we haven't even yet gotten into the full symbolism of the MV and his lyricism...

The moment I heard this song I knew I would bias Jimin. He's a man who knows what he's doing.

Jimin is a one of a kind wonder. Real magic in a person. An artist. He proves it on Set Me Free Pt 2. Kudos to PDogg too - the GOAT.

1 - On The Street - j-hope ft J. Cole

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When it comes to song construction, I have to give credit where credit is due and the fact is Hoseok outdid himself with this song. It is perfect, my top pick for a k-pop song in 2023. Jermaine did good on it too. But, you know... Hoseok.

The whistle melody he came up with, the beat, the vocal layering, the mixing, the MV direction - all of it is perfect. If we were giving scores based on separate components, OTS would get 10s in every category.

Honestly, Hoseok coming out at number 1 is kind of expected of him lol.

#bts #bpp music posts #hoseok #jimin #namjoon #yoongi #jungkook #jikook #the boyz #newjeans #enhypen #nct 127 #h1key #txt #kpop #kpop music #2023 top 10

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Rae is absolutely hilarious. Already one of my fave MCs. She’s down horrendously for Claire and isn’t afraid to show it. Claire can’t escape her at school or at home 😂 showing up for the maid opening was great.

Not only that, but convincing Claire’s dad who had only just seconds before told her that a commoner had no right to speak to him, was no small task. Using her game knowledge to maximum effect.

Well threatening with an indirect kiss is one way to get Claire to eat her vegetables lol.

“I just need one freshly worn blouse of hers” 💀 Rae, girl how can you be this much of a degen

The final scene was so cute! Such a contrast to the silly comedic nature of most of the episode. Shows just how series Rae is about Claire. Yea she makes jokes all the time and is down cataclysmically, but she genuinely does love Claire.

When she looked into her eyes, Claire couldn’t doubt it anymore. Very sweet intimate moment! Also even better with the OST which is composed by the Ruroni Kenshin composer

Great ep!

#watashi no oshi wa akuyaku reijou #wataoshi #i’m in love with the villainess #in love with the villainess #yuri anime #yuri #2023 fall anime #fall 2023 anime #anime fall 2023

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TTEOTM vs. the Industry: Or Why it's much more than a TV show 📺

A very interesting Zhihu article from an anonymous industry insider responding to the question "is Till the End of the Moon worth watching?"

TL;DR SUMMARY:

The author believes that we're at the crossroads of a new era of TV production. Otters Studio (TTEOTM's production company, a new player) is trying to make waves beyond the show itself by making big budget bets on innovative but risky content.

TTEOTM is full of production flaws, but Otter understands how to excite viewers, something that's been taken for granted. A team that would produce a perfect drama would never dare to touch TTEOTM and make it work.

Everyone in the industry desperately wants TTEOTM to fail. Because that would prove that sticking to a safe formula works. (For context, there's been a lot of internet activity trying to smear TTEOTM and take it down in China, most recently an email campaign to NRTA to get it censored and off air)

I decided to take the time to translate this because it brings home the point the need to embrace risk-taking and look beyond technical flaws to push the industry forward. It's long and I don't agree with everything said (think he's a bit harsh on the actors and other dramas), but I still think it's worth a read! Bolding is my own.

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The decision to produce TTEOTM at such a high budget itself indicates aspirations that are beyond what ordinary viewers can understand. Let's talk about its strengths:

比如长月这种类型的剧非用这么高规格投资创作出来，本身说明了投资方的品味和执念都不是我们这类普通大众可以理解的。先说几点优点:

1. Dare to break through. This drama is not intended by its investors to be just like another xianxia. It contains a lot of innovative elements: character design, world view, values, plot development and logic, costume, special effects, which is refreshing. In the next few years, no matter how the drama performs, there will be continued discussion and comparison to TTEOTM. It is extremely risky to put such a big budget behind a piece of work that's trying to push boundaries in every way. Because it is beyond the comfort zone of viewers today.

On surface, Otter's first drama is a big production (but as you can see, there are issues with quality control). In reality, this production has an even more important mission: proving that an outside investor new to content production can break into the entertainment ecosystem with money, such as by openly inviting everyone to make OSTs, showing off its deep wallets (though you can see what the reception and quality of work has been). Otter's ambition is not to be a vehicle for actors or just another producer. It's also not trying to do what LBFAD did by building its brand with a repeatable IP-to-TV production process. Based on TTEOTM, I'm inclined to believe they are playing with something very new, something more ground-breaking. Right now they're still trying to figure it out, piece by piece, even though TTEOTM's final product is already quite remarkable.

1. 敢于突破。这部剧根本不是为了制作一部流水线仙侠而投资出来的，其中包含了大量的“新”东西:人设、世界观、人物价值观、剧情发展逻辑、服化道、特效使用等，都让人耳目一新。未来几年时间，无论剧播出的怎么样，围绕长月的讨论和比较都不会少。像这样一部方方面面求新的作品，本身用这么高规格投资出来就是极端风险的一件事，因为它压根不在目前经过市场检验的观众舒适区里。獭獭文化打出来的这第一部作品，表面上是在出大制作剧（但是你也看到了，品控有些问题），实际上这部剧恐怕还肩负着更重要的使命（比如一家对内容制作市场还比较小白的外来资本，是不是可以借着高举高打摸一圈影视圈的资源链，像直接全面邀歌做OST，写满了大佬有钱，但是各方什么态度、什么水平也是同步一目了然）獭獭的野心绝不在于捧演员或加入目前的内容制作圈，也不是冲着一开始就像苍兰诀一样用一个可模块化流水线化的模式成品打造自己的品牌，从长月看，我倾向于他在玩一些很新的东西，很大格局的东西。现在他还在一块块摸牌，一块块优化骨骼的阶段（虽然长月的成品其实已经非常了不起）。

2. Great for actors. Today's Chinese drama production has become obviously repetitive and formulaic. It's very difficult to give actors an opportunity to demonstrate their talents. Complex characters not only challenge our actors but risk impacting their reputation. There's massive risk in casting and censorship, so most investors play it safe. TTEOTM is different in this regard: in addition to TTJ, the FL is not silly, dumb, and sweet. She is clear-headed about her mission to kill the ML the entire time, which means there's no CP. The 2nd ML is stuck in a philosophical conflict of who he really is. The 2nd FL coldly announces, I don't love anyone but myself. In order to make these characters come alive, you need very strong character molding and understanding. For example, the FL has to demonstrate commitment to her mission as a character that's bounded by a tragic fate, but also show caution and love towards the ML. Or take the 2nd FL as an example. Even though she appears to be a bad person, she actually has a strong need for love and fear of loss, which is why she self destroys any hope to avoid tragedy in the end - this type of person is full of inner conflict.

The conflicting emotions and subtext are the biggest selling points of this drama, but sadly most actors don't quite deliver except the ML. The willingness to realize a screenplay like this indicates Otter is serious about testing its actors. This type of opportunity is rarer than giant pandas in an industry that prefers vanilla characters. But also because of this, we see that there are still big gaps in the younger generation of actors' ability to interpret the screenplay and perform. Overall, the third female lead's scenes are quite good. The ML's solos are also quite good. But there are issues with transitions (of course the director also has no standards when it comes to cinematography). The second female lead interprets her character well, but has acting issues. Won't comment on the others.

2.对演员加成极大。一个团队渴望摸到娱乐圈上限的时候，可能这个团队还没有那么深厚的业内资源，但一定有其他制作方给不了的助力力度。当目前的国产剧制作已经出现明显的人物刻板化，玄幻作品模式化倾向时，无论是大制作还是小制作，其实现在的作品已经非常难给演员凸显水平的机会了，创作复杂性人物考验演员表现能力，还容易造成艺人负面口碑，有极大的选角风险，还容易被审核掉，目前的其他资本这一块都很保守。獭獭的长月，男主澹台烬自不用说，女主完全不傻白甜，从头到尾头脑清醒就是要杀男主，就是无cp糖可磕。男二执着于他不是我，我不是我的哲学矛盾，女二全程冷漠宣言我谁也不爱我只爱我自己，神挡杀神，佛挡杀佛。这些人物其实真正要演绎得鲜活，都需要极强的角色塑造能力和理解能力。例如女主始终头脑清醒的要杀男主，是因为命运只给了这么一条路，她是被命运裹挟着前进的悲剧人物，但又要体现出她面对自己对男主时的恻隐之心和深沉爱意。又比如女二，她是渴爱之人，恶是她的表象，惶恐失去和自闭是她的内核，每次在希望来临前先动手毁灭希望，不让自己看到悲剧，这种人的心理活动是非常激烈和纠结的。纠结的情绪和人物潜台词是这部剧本身的最大看点（虽然很可惜我发现演员几乎是全员不到位的，勉强男主还行）愿意开发这样的本子，其实意味着獭獭正视图用剧对演员进行一定程度的“大考”，能演出来的，还有这样的机会呈现在行业内，可以说在目前偏向塑造完美人设的制作圈比大熊猫还稀缺，是年轻艺人一次极为难得的水平展示机会。也正因如此，我们在长月里也看到了现在的新生代演员对剧本理解和表现能力确实存在极大问题。整部剧女三部分场景不错，男主的单场不错，但大的跨度衔接有些问题（当然，导演对镜头毫无追求也是问题）女二理解没问题但演技有问题，其他人不评价。

3. Super entertaining and discussion-worthy. Don't underestimate this. In today's TV production circle, most dramas are chasing after low risk, high quality output. Take the recently aired xianxias. These works are all living in comfort zone. You can't say they're bad, but it's also not clear what is good, and viewers are not that enthralled. TTEOTM is the opposite. It knows too well how to excite viewers. Putting aside the logic of the story, I would say this is the most audacious hand played in the last 5 years. It's super entertaining. Viewers definitely won't be able to tell what's good about it, other than that it's thrilling to watch. That's actually a very remarkable skill and one that is lost in today's entertainment industry. Otter can fix their production flaws over time through trial and error or by bringing in new collaborators, but it's not easy to figure out what the audience wants.

3.娱乐性和话题性极强。不要小看这点，在目前电视剧制作圈，几乎大多数的作品都在追求低风险高品质的“绝对完成品”。比如沉香、星落，甚至苍兰诀。这类作品一大特点就是都在舒适区里做加减法，拍出来你不能说差，没有什么掉链子的地方，但是问有什么好的地方，也不是很明显。观众就很容易精神上提不起劲。长月却刚好相反，它实在是太懂得怎么刺激观众，抛开剧情逻辑不谈，我敢说这是内娱近五年玩过的最大胆的刺激牌，娱乐性直接拉满。一个个画面和剧情的嗨点山呼海啸扑面而来，观众一定说不出长月哪里好，但是看长月确实很爽。这其实是一种很了不起的本事。也是目前的业内非常缺失的一种本事。产业链的短板可以摸索着补，也可以拉拢志同道合的人一起找，但是找到观众爽点的能力确实是要点功夫的。

Actually, TTEOTM's production has so many problems, to the point that anyone in the industry can find an example to prove that it sucks. Screenplay, director, editing, OST, marketing, lighting, lens, makeup, sets, sound, aesthetics. But what you can't deny is this: a team that can produce a perfect drama could never make TTEOTM work.

Because without Otter taking this first step, they would never allow the battle between demons and god to go on for an hour. They'd never allow the ML & FL to not play the CP card. They'd never allow the ML to be a dark, psycho character. They'd never allow the 2nd FL to say she only cares for herself. They'd never embed a big budget fight scene in a fluffy xianxia drama.

On surface it seems that everyone's trying to take down the ML, but that's not it. The industry needs TTEOTM to flop. Because only its failure can prove that their current approach of playing it safe, sticking to the formula works. You can do the same thing over and over again. Suddenly someone tells you you need to push yourself with something new everyday? Well then I'll break your pot and tell everyone Otter has gotten the wrong read on the market. Look, Immortality has been banned. Look at the horrible casting of TTEOTM, your ML is too thin and injured. Every established player in the industry is trying to trip you over. The platform has given you the worst airing slot. Everyone is bashing the drama.

其实长月的缺点非常多，多到每一个业内都能够找到一水的问题来证明它不行。编剧有问题，导演有问题，剪辑有问题，bgm比较平，营销风格与剧不一致，打光不行，滤镜不行，妆发不行，场景太空，音画不同步，三观有大病等等等等等…… 但是不可否认的是，拍出一水很“行”的作品的团队们，永远不会去拍一部可以“行”的长月。因为没有獭獭走这一步，他们根本不敢让神魔大战在仙侠题材里打1个小时，不敢让男女主不炒cp，不敢男主是个腹黑反派疯批，不敢女二说我只爱自己。不敢用这么高规格的特效在一部仙侠“糖水”剧里。表面上是男主的黑太多，其实并非如此。而是他们都需要长月扑街，只有长月扑街，才能证明他们的稳妥打法，吃存量的做法是正确的。明明可以吃大锅饭，你来告诉大家要卷着天天研发新鲜饭？那我砸了你的锅，告诉所有人獭獭对市场判断的眼光不行，你看皓衣行被禁了吧，你看长月选角垃圾，选了个瘦脱相男主吧，你看男主被打开不了剧吧，你看业内合作方没有不给你使绊子的吧，你看平台不看好给你冷档期吧，你看剧做出来市场上骂声一片吧……

TTEOTM has invited so much drama, controversy, criticism outside the show itself, as though who cares if it's just a shitty drama by a small-time investor. The industry can tolerate all crap productions, but it cannot accommodate a new player that comes with sincerity and money.

Therefore, I am bullish on TTEOTM. I don't think this drama is created to promote the ML or to make money. Quite the opposite, I think we're at the crossroads of a new era. Otter is the Wandering Earth of the TV industry. They're both sore-eyed catfish that's making waves beyond the work itself.

所以长月是妖风四起，争议不断，批评不绝，仿佛哪怕是它只是一部小投资的烂作，业内可以宽容所有的粗制滥造制作方，却绝不宽容有钱还有诚意而来的獭獭。所以我认为，我很看好长月烬明。我不认为这部剧之所以做出来，和捧男主或者营销捞钱有关。恰恰相反，我认为我们正站在一个时代的转角口。就好比流浪地球之于电影行业，獭獭之于电视剧行业，其实也是一条过于扎眼的鲶鱼，正激起一些超出作品本身的浪花。

#black moonlight holds the be script #till the end of the moon #luo yunxi #bai lu #tantai jin #chinese drama #cdrama #xianxia

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