#and I know the bird theme is more movie howl than book howl but it works really well in this scenario
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@calysto1395 dropped a Howl's Moving Castle AU in our chat and I could not stop thinking about it, so here are some Howl!Law sketches
#one piece#trafalgar law#turned some of his tattoos into feathers#and I know the bird theme is more movie howl than book howl but it works really well in this scenario#was this just an excuse to draw Law in this particular shirt? you'll never know#hmc au#my art
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*Busts in with a plastic bag of crack* You want some crack, kids? I’ll give it to ya! 🥸 So Y/N forgot where she placed her phone at and her crush decides to call her phone to help hear the ringtone so she can find it better. However, Y/N forgot that she uses funny ass ringtones for said crush and even has funny contact pics/names for them in her phone. Said songs are “Something about you girl” by Ice JJ Fish, “Wap” but with Carl Wheezer’s voice, “Interior Crocodile Alligator”, and the NFL theme song. I would love to see head cannons of this for Hawks, Dabi, Aizawa and Bakugo.
“Something about you girl” - Hawks. He’s saved as “KFC” and his contact pic is of him making the light skin face that sent y/n to orbit (he thought she deleted it cuz it’s cringy)
“Wap” - Dabi. He’s saved as “Patchy the Pirate” and his pic is a blurred image of him chasing Y/N.
“Interior crocodile alligator” - Aizawa. He’s saved as “Dad of 20” and his pic is of him laying face first in his sleeping bag
“NFL Theme song” - Bakugo. He’s “Boom Boom Pomeranian” and his pic is of a Pomeranian with his hair photoshopped on it.
I know they’ll give some funny reactions! They’ll look at sis confused and she’ll just go “See about that...” and book it when she takes her phone. This idea had me busting my pancreas 💀💀💀
Bruh I- 💀 I’m literally hearin these damn audios as I’m reading this ask, I’m rolling. This is the best 😂
— 3. 2. 1. ACTION!! —
HEADCANON: Y/N loses her phone and forgets that she saved crack-fuelled pictures and ringtones assigned to her crush.
KEIGO TAKAMI [HAWKS]:
You were losing your fucking mind at this point.
Where the fuck could you have misplaced your cellphone?? You had to meet your homegirls at the club for girls night, PRONTO!!
Keigo raised a brow as he walked in on you basically tearing apart your living room for your phone, almost crying from frustration. “Whoa, kid. Ya lose something?” He had the nerve to ask when it was clearly the case.
Sure, there was a whole lotta things to love about this bird-man, but that smartass attitude was gonna get slapped outta him.
“dId yOu lOsE sOmeThInG- YES FOOL MY DAYUM PHONE!!” You huff, throwing another couch cushion on the floor before you fell to the floor in exhaustion. “I got to meet the girls for girls night in twenty minutes, and I can’t find my phone!” You briefly explain.
You heard him chuckle, pulling out his own phone. “Okay, okay, calm down, kid. It ain’t the end of the world, y’know. I’ll just call it and we’ll listen out for the ringtone.” He says, scrolling for a bit before finding your contact, pressing the call button and..
That’s when y’all heard it.
“THERE’S SOMETHIN’ ABOUTCHA GURLL! THAT JUST MAKES MY HEAD WANNA TWIRL!!”
Your ringtone went off under the couch, making Keigo look at you with the most confused face ever, his wings puffing up as he looked at you, yet you couldn’t stop laughing as he used one of his feathers to drag the phone from under the couch.
“What the hell, kid?? I though you deleted this cringey ass selfie!” He whined, looking at the contact photo of him making that dumbass lightskin face that had you howling the other day. “And what the hell is this ringtone?? AND YOU SAVED ME AS KFC??”
“BRUH I CAN’T BREATHE SHUT UPP—“ You screech as you curl up, tears pricking your eyes as you roll on the floor. Keigo couldn’t help but snicker, rolling his eyes at you as he got you off the floor, “Okay, you got some explaining to do.”
“Well, you see, what had happened was-“ You begin, trying to hold back your laughter before snatching your phone and purse, running out of the door. “I’ll see you later, KFC!! I’m running late!”
DABI:
“Aw, damn! Where in the entire hell did I put my phone??” You groaned.
Of course, this wasn’t the first time you lost your phone and you swore it would’ve been the last. But, you were so caught up on multitasking with so much shit you wanted to get out of the way, you completely forgot about your phone.
You sighed as you now have to tear apart the lounge that you JUST straightened up, making this much worse than it had to be.
“Hey, little mouse. What’s with all the whining and hollering for?”
“I can’t find my phone, I’ve been all up in y’all raggedy-ass lair lookin’ for my shit so I can bounce!” You say with an eye roll as you placed your hands on your hips, clearly not in the mood for the bullshit right now.
“Okay, calm down. It’s just a phone, I can just call it and you can listen out for the ringtone.” He said with a sigh as he brought out his phone, dialing your number and waiting for the tone to play. The two of you went from room to room, getting more anxious everytime the phone went to voicemail. You were visibly going to cry, there was no way that you could’ve left your phone anywhere that WASN’T in the LOV Lair.
“I swear, if you start crying, I won’t let you live it down.” You hear Dabi mumble to you as you both entered the last room, dialing your number one last time until...
“NYEOW FROM THE TOP, MAKE IT DROP, THAT’S A WHAP. BRING A BUCKET AND A MOP, THAT’S WHAP”
Your phone was jamming out on a chair, Dabi looking at you like you just committed a grave sin while the ringtone played. The longer he stared at you, wanting an explanation, you can’t help but burst into laughter as you crawl to your phone, and let the tone finish.
You just hoped that your crush was still going to hang out with you after this crackhead mishap.
“MACARONI IN A POT, THAT’S A WHAP. JIMMYY”
Dabi was literally at a loss for words, (lookin’ a lil like confused bakugou rn 👀) as you wheezed in laughter. “[Y/N]... what in the fuck was that?” He asked, you can tell he was serious from how low and menacing your name was said. You were either about to run for your life or die laughing.
“And why the fuck is my name, “Patchy The Pirate”? And what the hell is this photo?” He asked again. Man, was it getting hot in there or was it just you?
“Well, you see here, uh- MOINK!” You shout, howling in laughter as you were chased around the building. Kurogiri shaking his head in disappointment.
SHŌTA AIZAWA (DADDY. ERASERHEAD):
“Oh no.”
“Oh, no...”
“Oh, no no no no no..”
This cannot be happening, this CANNOT be happening right now. Lord have mercy, please let today not be the day.
“Goddamn it, where’s my phone?!”
Yep, your phone. Your new phone that Shōta got for your birthday, who you also had a huge crush on but would never tell that to ANYONE. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t lose this phone, it was definitely the most precious thing ever.
“Fuuuuck!” You whined, already on the verge of panicking while your tore apart your room for that birthday gift. “Hey, what’s all this racket for? I’m trying to sleep.” said your friend, roommate, and crush, Shōta.
“I-I’m just lookin’ for somethin’, Shō! Sorry for all this noise..” you mumbled an apology as you continued your search, swinging your arm around underneath the bed.
“You lost your phone, didn’t you, [Y/N]?”
DAMN, he catches on quick for somebody who sleeps 25/8. Maybe it’s because you don’t really have trouble looking for stuff unless it’s something really important to you.
You sighed, the embarrassment and disappointment washing over you as you laid in defeat on the floor. “Yeah.. I can’t find it..” you mumbled.
The older man sighed, cracking his neck as he got out his phone. “Okay, just calm down. I’ll call it and we’ll just listen out for your ringtone, okay? If we can’t hear it, we’ll track it.”
God, why was he so hot when he took responsibility? You couldn’t help but sit up and nod at his words as he scrolled through his contacts until he found your name, confirming the call until..
“INTERIOR CROCODILE ALLIGATOR. I DRIVE A CHEVROLET MOVIE THEATER.”
Your phone blasted the same line over and over, as hard as you tried to contain it, you couldn’t help but screech in laughter when you looked up to see Shōta’s disturbed, confused, and concerned face as he picked up your phone from underneath your dresser.
“”Dad of 20”?? What the hell type of name is that?” He asked, the iconic sleeping bag worm as his contact photo. The joke behind it was the fact that he was a whole teacher at U.A. You always thought it was cute that he was basically a father figure to those future heroes.
Plus, you wouldn’t stop joking about them being his, “lil chilrens”.
“Aight, aight. I wanna thank you for finding my phone, I promise not to lose it again!” You quickly say, trying to creep out of the room until you were confined with his capture weapon.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Fuck..
KATSUKI BAKUGOU:
“Hey, dumbass! Hurry up, or we’ll miss the movie!”
Damn, damn, damn!! You can’t believe you just lost your phone right now, you could’ve sworn you left it on your bed before you started fixing your hair in the bathroom.
“Shit, shit! Bakugou, can you help me find my phone real quick? Pretty please?” You call out to him, really anxious because you were really looking forward to this movie and you could not miss a second of it!
“Ugh, are you serious?? What did I tell you about keeping up with your shit!” He groaned, getting out his phone as he dialed your number and listened to the trill.
“I know, I know! I promise I’ll be more careful!” You say as you listened out for it, only to pull aside your blankets to see your vibrating phone with the ringtone on blast.
Oh yes, the NFL Theme. What made you lose your shit was Bakugou’s flabbergasted facial expression as he looked down at your contact photo and nickname for him.
You couldn’t help but cackle as you saw a vein pop out, popping hands reaching out for you. “Hey! What the fuck is this shit?? Imma show you a pomeranian!” He shouted.
“Katsu! Katsu! Relaaaxx!! You know you’re my bestie and I love you, but we got a movie to catch so let’s do this later fam.” You snicker, trying to calm yourself down as you yoinked your phone and took off out the door with your purse.
“OH, JUST WAIT UNTIL WE GET BACK HOME!”
— END SCENE —
Sorry that Bakugou’s was kinda short! But, hope you enjoyed these!
#poc writers#bakugou x black reader#aizawa headcanons#bakugou headcanons#hawks headcanons#dabi headcanons#bnha x poc!reader#poc reader
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top 5 adaptations of the Fairy from Pinocchio? (or maybe top 5 best AND 5 worst?)
I spent so long staring at this and wondering if I even KNEW five good Fairies, but it turns out I do, albeit mostly for asinine reasons. Anyway AHFAKKJKFHAHJKJA thank you <3
Ask me my top 5 anything
Obviously under the cut because I couldn't resist and did BOTH
The salt AKA the worst of the worst first:
1) Piccolino No Bouken
Surprised? I suppose most would have expected me to put the Disney Fairy first, and I did, too, for a while, but as I was sitting in my car pondering this ranking I realized I was SEETHING with rage about this one, so I had to rearrange things a bit. This, guys, is where my Fairy hate begins - not the book, not the Mouse's interference. This woman.
I hate her. I hate her SO MUCH, for all that I love this adaptation more than most things in the world, and that the choices made about her characterization were a huge inspiration for me. Not only does she not send Pinocchio to school, instead teaching him on her own, she is the only one to actively keep Pinocchio from his father - indeed, she makes the choice for them, saying to Geppetto's face that it would be best for the boy to be taught something before he goes back home. Who the hell are you to make this call, uh? You have known him for a day at most! You left him hanging from a fucking tree all night! I wouldn't trust you with a bloody lapdog, nevermind a child!
Also she lets Pinocchio believe she's dead UNTIL THE VERY END. She turns into a bird while he cries at her tomb. Are we fucking serious now? Leave him alone.
(Yes, this is elementary school me howling for revenge. I've been mad about this longer than reason would let me. Sue me.)
2) Disney's Pinocchio
Bane of my existence. I don't know if anyone remembers that pic of me at the Pinocchio theme park I posted a while ago, but basically in that moment they were putting up a little show to tell children a little bit of the OG story, and they asked the audience if they knew what color the Fairy's hair was - a few said blonde, and I, being on stage next to her, distinctly heard her mutter "dammit, Disney". I've been living with that mantra since then.
Nobody asked you to make that puppet sentient, ma'am. He doesn't owe you shit. Aside from that, just like Jiminy Cricket, she ruined her character in a good two thirds of future adaptation. And while we're speaking of Jiminy, WHY did she think it would be a good idea to entrust a little boy to a slime ball such as him? He's too horny to have an ounce of sense. Conscience, my ass.
Basically...begone, asshole.
3) Pinocchio and the Emperor of the Night
This film is so horrible, the Fairy had no chance to be decent at all. A cheap copy of the Disney one, with the addendum that she turns MULTIPLE toys into living beings while holding them responsible for whatever they do after. Basically Victor Frankenstein, but make it a poorly dressed woman from a direct-to-TV movie that shouldn't have existed at all.
-100/10, at least you're pretty, but by God, SHUT UP.
4) Once Upon a Time
Honest to God if she doesn't keep her filthy hands off my faves she's gonna get a slap across the face so strong her Wish Realm self ought to feel it sting. I am not exaggerating.
Seven seasons in, she hasn't done ANYTHING useful that I can remember. She's not even good at her own fucking job! Not only that, she's traumatized and guilt-tripped a good chunk of the population of Storybrooke, including first and foremost my beloved son August. The Pavlovian reaction I had every time she appeared on screen can't be described in coherent words, only in eagle screeches.
She's wrong. On principle, she's wrong. Let's move on.
5) Luigi Comencini's Le Avventure di Pinocchio
Doesn't rank higher only because she's played by Gina Lollobrigida (my beloved). She's book accurate, which means she'd be annoying as fuck as it is, but what little they added only makes her worse.
She has the gall to tell Pinocchio she'd like to see him happier. Like, apart from the fact that the ghost of his father's deceased wife isn't exactly the most reassuring person to hear it from...Said father has been swallowed by a giant fish. You told that boy he's only going to see his father if he studies hard. You keep turning him into a puppet anytime he misbehaves. What did you expect, that he would do the Macarena every time he entered your house? I am honestly too shocked to say any more. What the fuck.
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Okay, I've been enraged enough for a single night. Let's move onto brighter shores!
1) Enzo D'Alò's Pinocchio
Enzo D'Alò knows what the fuck is UP!!! The only one with the courage to let the Fairy be a weird little girl - not only for a short time, but up until the end of the movie! That takes guts! Balls of steel!
I've said before that this movie has nothing memorable to it, and it's true, but also...Pinocchio wanted a sister so bad, and the movie gave him one. And they even explained the plot hole of the medallion with Pinocchio's face in it! That's twice as good as the fact that they cut out the most awful parts of her story, which is already delightful.
Thank you, Mr D'Alò. You have my trust until the end of days.
2) The Adventures of Buratino
Speaking of weird girls, this one is officially balls to the walls enough to gain my respect. She's bothersome to Pinocchio, but she's bothersome to everyone and everything, so I'll let it pass. Her role is exclusively to appear out of nowhere and do batshit insane stuff for no good reason at all. A star.
Plus, other than having an handwashing obsession that I've felt very keenly in the past year and a half, she also has a boyfriend - her and Pierrot are the original girlboss and malewife, I'm not accepting any criticism on the matter.
(Fun fact: when I was a young kid I once dreamt that the Piccolino No Bouken Fairy was dating a big, buff and blonde farmhand. He wooed her by gifting Pinocchio a dog. Apparently I've always been very interested in Fairies getting a love life and staying the fuck away from my specialest little boy.)
3) Pinocchio miniseries
"Serena, but you said you were disappointed in this adaptation so many times!" True. But consider: I am also very, very queer, and Violante Placido being motherly and wearing wispy dresses stirred SOMETHING in 11yo me that I can't very well ignore.
In hindsight, she and the Cricket probably had something going on behind the scenes, which is a shame. Miss Fairy, I swear, you could do better than Luciana Littizzetto in an ill-fitting green suit. She's gonna break your heart and lose your puppet charge in a crowd of little idiots. Do me instead.
4) Pinocchio Vampire Slayer
This woman kills monsters - and she's damn good at it! Honestly, so badass, and such a good mother figure too, even in trying times. I don't want to spoil the comic much to those who haven't read it, but she and Cherry are the highlight of the first volume and I am very fond of them. A+.
5) Matteo Garrone's Pinocchio
This one's book accurate, too, but Garrone did something with her that almost burst in tears in a crowded theater. She's awful, and irritating, but she's...she's so human, too. I can't rage against a Fairy that's so impossibly human even during the smallest of scenes. It breaks me over and over again.
Look at her SMILING, for pity's sake, am I supposed to think there's some warmth in the dead lady? Fuck you, Matteo, what did you do to me? I am an honored Fairy hater. You're going to ruin my reputation if you keep this up.
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...howl’s moving castle stolitz au...
- i haven’t read the book in far too long but i do remember some elements of it, particularly how much more sarcastic everybody was. which works better for the helluva cast i think, although the overall narrative would be closer to that of the movie since i remember that better lol. also iirc the book had more subtext regarding class, which is also a thing in helluva? (aughhh i really need to reread it it’s around my house somewhere)
- blitz and his sisters are working as part of a circus troupe, but his sisters are generally better-liked than he is. mammon (or whoever the *real* fizz is) comes along and fucks his shit up because he judges him to be a TERRIBLE entertainer. not necessarily an age curse bc i don’t know how well that would work with, like, demons, but maybe something appearance-related anyways. feel free to throw suggestions at me i’m mostly just outlining a skeleton of an idea here.
- stolas already has portal-making abilities and a naive (but arrogant) personality so i think he slots into the role of howl fairly well. (ALSO BIRD)
- the apprentice character is octavia bc we CANNOT leave our girl out. i’m thinking of tying the grimoire in with calcifer’s role but the grimoire isn’t really a character so that would make that element more of a plot device/macguffin thing. need to think more on that too.
- the role of suliman could be filled by a number of characters since this isn’t, like, strictly sticking to the original narrative. stella could work, but we don’t know a lot about her yet so making her the main antagonist is arguably a bit presumptuous. maybe lilith? or lucifer if you want to go easy mode.
- moxxie/millie/loona i am so sorry idk where to put you guys. it doesn’t need to be one-to-one so maybe moxxie and millie could tag along with blitz for some reason or another but that doesn’t solve the issue of where loona would fit in... like i said if y’all have any suggestions feel free to send them my way lmfao. i just threw this together spur-of-the-moment after seeing a post with the movie’s main theme on my dash like a man possessed
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Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.
Tagged by: @pearly--rose
(Thank you!)
Name/nickname: Deborah/Debby/Deb
Gender: Female
Star sign: Capricorn
Height: a very average 5′5″
Birthday: January 9th
Time: 7:45, although this is going to be queued so I don't know if that matters.
Favorite bands: I’m kinda defining “favorite band” as “any band I can listen to 99% of their stuff and like whatever comes on, at any point or in any mood” and it’s just Pink Floyd that fits that criteria right now.
Favorite solo artists: David Bowie, Andrew Bird; same criteria as above.
Song stuck in my head: “You Don’t Miss Your Water (’Till Your Well Runs Dry)” -- Taj Mahal version, specifically.
Last movie: Wonder Woman 1984
Last show: Does watching QI on YouTube count?
When did I create this blog: I think it was 2011. It was around my birthday, so I’m about to find out for sure.
What do I post: Fandom stuff all day every day.
Last thing googled: I’m pretty sure the last thing I googled was at work and was probably something related to PHP for the Wordpress blog I’m coding, but the google search currently open on my personal computer is “early indigenous american written language” because I went off on a curiosity tangent after googling quipu/khipu.
Other blogs: None active. I use my old username as a blog for coding tumblr themes.
Do I get asks: Not really.
Why I chose my url: My name (Deborah) means “bee” and, according to one tchotchke I found in a Hallmark store, “kind words” -- thus, wordybee.
Following: 141
Followers: 667 (but I’m pretty sure they’re mostly bots)
Average hours of sleep: 6 or 7 not very great hours.
Lucky number: I don’t think I have one. My favorite number is 9, though.
Instruments: According to everyone who has ever tried to teach me a musical instrument, I am too impatient to learn a musical instrument.
What am I wearing: Pajamas.
Dream job: The truth is “no job, but able to live comfortably despite that” but if I had to pick, it’d be an author.
Dream trip: I want to go to Scotland. I also want to do a full cross-country trip through the US, ending on the Redwoods in California.
Favorite food: Crab? Lobster? I like seafood.
Nationality: American.
Favorite song: I never have a favorite song, but the song I currently choose to start my Spotify shuffle every morning at work is “I'd Rather Go Blind“ by Etta James.
Last book read: "Mythos” by Stephen Fry. That was like, two months ago. I really need to read more this year.
Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in:
1. Star Trek (Probably any of them -- TOS is definitely the most hopeful, though)
2. Tamora Pierce’s Tortall or Circle of Magic universes. Nice mix of “good guys win” and medieval-ish fantasy vibes in those.
3. The universe of Howl’s Moving Castle seems fun -- probably book more than movie, though the latter is Studio Ghibli and that’s pretty neat.
No-pressure, no-obligation tagging: @bethanyactually @teruel-a-witch @celerylapel @annieaceofhearts aaaaand whoever wants to do this! Feel free.
#tag meme#memes#questions meme#if I tag you in something like this#and you don't want to be tagged in stuff like this#let me know#also if you want to be tagged in stuff like this let me know#I never know about tagging man#to boldly queue
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38. Describe your dream girl/guy? 40. What do you want to after high school? 44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean? 45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? 56. Favourite colour? 57. Favourite food? 77. Chocolate or Vanilla? 99. Have any pets? 100. How are you feeling? 107. Have you ever been on a horse? 108. What should you be doing? 115. Do you play the Wii? 119. Favourite book? 133. Favourite lyrics right now? (sorry if its too much)
eeeee thanks for entertaining me! whew, my hands have been typinggg. I ramble a lot so.. 😅
38. Describe your dream girl/guy?
ummmm fictional, latina, dressed in red, vigilante, morally grey but fighting on the side of good, likes to flirt with stolen historical artifacts, carmen sandiego 🥴🥴
40. What do you want to do after high school?
Good question! I have no fucking idea! Everything past the next hour is not planned whatsoever and I have no idea what’s gonna happen. I also have very limited interests that either a) I get bored of really quickly or b) won’t get me any money
44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?
Outer spaceeee!! I would rather die of being frozen to death than drowning. Also everything in the ocean is terrifying, i love terrorizing myself with pictures of scary ocean animals. As much as I love Subnautica and other ocean themed games, real life ocean is a no-no because i can’t respawn. The only thing I have to worry about in outer space is an alien or two hiding among us and trying to murder us :)
45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?
I don’t exactly have a choice considering school but i’m excited to do whatever i want AFTER school so like tumblr, youtube, and going back to bed.
56. Favourite colour?
Yellow and green!! (though I play as red and brown in Among Us)
57. Favourite food?
I’m in love with 麻辣香锅, 麻辣烫, and boba! Yes, I know I’m extremely asian and I’m proud of our really good food.
77. Chocolate or Vanilla?
Vanilla! I don’t like chocolate ice cream and like chocolate candy I get super tired of after like a piece or two.
99. Have any pets?
I WISH!! I still have persuasive essays written from third grade about why I should be allowed to own a cat 😔 I kinda wanna bird but my five of my friend’s birds died in like the span of two weeks due to cyanide in a coconut shell so I’m nervousss. I REALLLLLYYY wanna be so lucky as to have a corvid as a pet. Those videos of people with those crows that come back to them makes my heart melt and gosH I WANT. I wish to have affection from animal 🥰🥰
100. How are you feeling?
I’m feeling pretty gosh darn amazing if not a little too comfortable from having on three layers of denim on rn and being on my bed! wbu?
107. Have you ever been on a horse?
Indeed I have! I have a photo of me at like four years old on a horse and looking very confused. I also used to go to horse back riding camp but I would go to China every other summer so I’d have to skip every other year and it just doesn’t work out cause I forget everythinggg. But also my teammates loved me because I would fall off my horse at least once a day so we would get to eat ice pops every lunch. Ahhh remember the time when we used to be able to eat with our friends... but also like everything smelled like horse shit which wasn’t great when you were trying to eat.
108. What should you be doing?
👁👄👁
115. Do you play the Wii?
Yup! Well, used to. We used to jam on our Wii but my neighbor’s rabbits chewed the wires of the motion receivers when we were taking care of them during the summer so no more Wii... bUT WE HAVE A SWITCH NOW 🥴
119. Favourite book?
I adore the Bone Witch series by Rin Chupeco, so gooooood. The world building is so creative and it’s built on the concept of witches, obviously. The world is set in an alternate world and the traditions and culture is based on Asian countries (the author is asian). The main character is straihkt but there’s an adorable enemies to lovers background couple and two of the main characters are gay and have crushes on each other. One of those characters is named Likh and he’s like GNC. He’s main storyline is to be the first male Asha because he knows he’ll never be able to survive as a Deathseeker like the other boys and has a love for Asha traditions. Hes not trans but he often dresses as an asha and is often called Lady Likh in later books (he’s a lovable cinnamon roll and we adore him). The family bond is strong and the main character Tea is very realistic. Like you KNOW that you probably shouldn’t be rooting for her but she’s just such a well written character. It goes back and forth from the future to the present and you don’t really know what future Tea’s motivation is until like the end of the first book/second book. She’s a VERY grey character. If you can’t tell, I love this series but then again, I love most movies and books that others perhaps don’t like. It has mostly good reviews though it’s severely underrated.
133. Favourite lyrics right now?
“Honey you're familiar like my mirror years ago
Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it's sword
Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know
I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door”
-From Eden by Hozier
“The fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress”
-Howl by Florence & The Machine
“white, silicon eyes, watching storms. sitting quiet, reading books in the heat of city lights”
-Daydreamer by AURORA
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10 questions tag
Tagged by the wonderful @thewalkingnerdx, thank you! I haven't done one of these in ages!
1. Do you have a writing routine?
...Not really. I daydream on daily basis, it's my way of living. Recently I started to write what I have been thinking about for the whole day or think about what I'm going to write that evening and it has been a major boost to my productivity.
Like suddenly the results got closer to what I imagine than before and it's more fun to write, when I'm this satisfied. Just got out of one serious 2 years long writer's block, so I hope it will stay😅
2. Talk about the first story you’ve ever written!
Haha you mean the one I wrote when I was 6, barely knowing the alphabet? XD It was about 3 little chickens exploring their garden and finding a water pod for the first time. What a mystery it was😂
3. Music on or music off?
I love music and enjoy daydreaming to it, it's almost a necessity. But not while writing. I like my quite space when I write to focus.
4. What is the aesthetic of your current Wip?
Wild forest, high cliffs, storming rivers, sunrise colours
5. Something you’re particularly proud of? (Could be a character arc, a scene, a plot twist, or all of that)
You know what, I'm really proud at 5th Magic for having a plot. My ideas never come with a plot and I have written down so many ideas these past two years and none. Came. With. A. Plot. Always the last thing to figure out, inspired by plot structures😂should have known that wouldn't work. But this one came with so much conflict and character development that needed to happen...that the plot was just there before I realized what happened.
6. What is a genre you’d never touch?
I don't like reading horror and detective stories.
I'm keeping away from writing slice of life or writing something inspired from my own life.😂 Where is the fun in that.
7. A piece of media that inspired you a lot? (Could be a book, a movie, a TV show, a podcast, literally anything)
Movies and books inspire me all the time, so it's hard to pick one...But like Ghibli movies have been major inspiration from Howl's moving castle to Princess Mononoke.
8. A writing rule you always follow.
“My most important piece of advice to all you would-be writers: When you write, try to leave out all the parts readers skip.” Elmore Leonard
9. A writing rule you absolutely despise?
Write what you know. So limiting and uncreative. And BORING.
10. Finally, imagine you are a published author. You are at a convention, and a fan is praising your work. What are they telling you?
You want me to brag about myself? XD But if this is about what I strife to be for readers...
"Your fantasy world and the intricate plot reflects reality in such creative fun way, they I can always relax, but also ponder over them after. Your books are to be reread several times to truly savour. The characters are so lively and fascinating, I love joining them on their journeys. Also the way the themes are explored always leave me on a positive note, feeling empowered and more ready to face the world and make the most of my life. When I want to feel inspired and lose all my fear, I go to your books and reread them."
My questions:
Night owl or morning bird for writing?
Tea/coffee/chocolate?
What's your go to movie, when you feel uninspired or tired, that you can always watch anytime and it always helps?
After writing, do you feel like "I gotta show this to someone immediatly" or "I will hide this until it's finished and edited to perfection or until I feel ready"?
Where do you see yourself in 30 years as a writer?
What's the meaning of writing success for you? Publishing, fame, or just for yourself and close ones?
Do you have many people irl that you talk with about your writing/stories? Or do you find more of those online?
How many % of your daily life to you spend thinking about writing/ actually writing or with other writing related activities?
AUs for your wips - yes or no? Why?
You find a review to your book from an enchanted fan that understood everything you wanted to convey in your story. What would it look like?
Tagging you right back for my questions @thewalkingnerdx plus some dear writer friends I'm curious about: @cilly-musouka @this-is-where-i-write-stuff @kosmosian-quills @tenacious-scripturient @writingwithhotchocolate @stuffaboutwriting @andiwriteunderthemoon @stories-by-rie and whoever wants to!
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The Mirror - Bill Skarsgård
Title: The Mirror
Warning: Smut, Swearing, Pseudo-incest (not actual incest but you’ll see)
A/N: This is a re-post of the very first Bill fic that I ever wrote. It was originally titled “Face the Mirror” but I decided to change it a little. Enjoy!
The sun was beating down hard that day. We took solace underneath umbrellas, sipping icy cocktails and wrapping our bodies in soft cotton towels of lilac, pink, orange, and cyan. The water shimmered like an endless mirror, a portal for us to enjoy our summer within. The sounds of splashing, the chirping of birds and the smell of cut grass only added to the comforting world of familiarity.
I had spent my childhood by the pool and by the beach at my parents’ estate. Our family traditions always revolved around pool parties, trips to tropical destinations with clear water, blue sky and warm sun.
Blessed I was as a kid to have wealthy parents. They were both well known in the film industry. My father had started his career in animation as a young man. To this day he had framed cells of hand-drawn pieces from many popular animated movies he had worked on. My mother had started off as a voice actor, and that was how they first met. The two married young and the joining of their talents forged a powerful bond. My mother progressed into acting on-screen and my father took up directing. Over two decades, they had six children, and I was smack-dab in the middle of all of it; a product of happiness and money.
Because of family history, most of my siblings became actors by the encouragement of our parents. The only two kids that didn’t pursue a professional career in acting were my youngest sister and me. She was too young to know what she wanted and I simply had no interest in being in front of cameras. My mother had pushed me to try modelling and when I didn’t take to that she tried to put me in ballet. That I also wasn’t a fan of.
The pressures to become a star never ended even after I turned eighteen and could legally make all my own decisions. I saw how stressful all the travelling and line-memorization and auditioning and how people slammed you as a person, online and in tabloids. It wasn’t a life I wished upon myself. I had born witness to many emotional breakdowns from my older siblings. All the rejection and judgment… I just didn’t want to be part of it.
Naturally, being related to actors garnered attention for me whether I liked it or not. It was alright though. It was easy for me to snub interviews and deny offers because I had the means to. I had my parents to thank for that. All I really had going on was school and my many family gatherings.
Truth be told, I liked to write and often did so in private. It was a secret pleasure of mine that I hadn’t shared much with my parents because I knew if I did tell them, they would jump down my throat about it and smother me with their encouragement. I knew they would want to get too involved and before I knew it, it would come down to what I could produce for their approval. I liked having the freedom and nobody to preside over me with scrutiny and loving suggestions.
No, I enjoyed my private life behind closed doors. The only time I ever got thrust into the limelight was premiere events and lavish industry parties. My family had lots of famous friends so there was never a shortage of parties to attend. Parties I could do but premieres were something I dreaded almost to the point of hoping and praying I wouldn’t be obligated to attend every single one. Too many flashing lights, too many voices calling for your attention. That’s why I preferred to be surrounded by movie stars in the comfort of my family home. The only cameras going off were the ones on our cell phones and nobody was screaming in your face or picking apart your outfit.
Today we were hosting a birthday party for my oldest brother. Everyone that our family was friends with got an invitation to come, including all of the members of another acting family that we had been close with for a long time; The Skarsgards.
My parents had been great friends with the Skarsgards since before I was born. They were so close that we had even vacationed in Sweden and stayed with them on numerous occasions. I remembered play dates and family outings with them. We even put them up whenever they were in Canada. They were almost all actors too, like our family.
I was closest in age to their son, Bill. Whenever his family had work close to us, my parents offered to put up a couple of the brothers in our home. They were all thin as rails, pale, light of eye and polite. We used to play hide and seek all around the estate. Our games would run for hours and the housekeepers dreaded whenever we got to play. If you put us all in a room together you got a tornado of endless energy and more than likely, a broken object.
That was what my life was like. Non-stop entertainment. Always playing, enjoying, watching, celebrating. It was a good life to have. I must have been thirteen the last time the Skarsgards had come to stay over. At that point though we were too old to play make-believe or chase each other around the courtyard with hockey sticks and tennis rackets. Instead, we put on scary movies and gorged on snacks in the family room while our parents were out doing the actor thing. Gossiping and poking fun at each other in that awkward stage of puberty was the new activity.
Bill had had a couple of roles in some Swedish films by that time and started to carry himself more like a grown-up instead of the gangling, playful boy I used to hang out with. I never thought much of it though since I was pretty mature for my age too. He had definitely quieted down though which was unusual since I had all sorts of memories of us and our brothers and sisters running around screaming, playing with toys and pushing each other down the staircases on snowboards.
In the darkened family room the younger kids laid on the floor buried in blankets and surrounded by bowls of popcorn. I sat on one of the sofas, my younger sister beside me. She had been writhing during the opening credits with anticipation of having the shit scared out of her.
“Oh my God, it’s going to be so scary!” She squealed.
“Yeah and if you have nightmares you better not tell mom that I let you watch this movie,” I warned her.
“Relax,” Bill said from his spot on the love-seat adjacent to us. “This one’s not even that bad. My brothers let me watch movies way scarier than this.”
My sister looked at me, all excited as befitting a ten-year-old girl. “Don’t worry,” I assured her.
So there we sat, all bundled up in our blankets, watching scary movies and generally behaving well. Partway through the movie Bill got up and I watched him leave the room for whatever reason. I focused my attention back on the movie though. I was at that age where boys became very intriguing to me.
I couldn’t pretend to not notice that Bill was getting really tall. He had been acting sort of distant than I remembered him and I tried not to take it to heart. Maybe he was starting to get that stupid actor ego and thought he was too cool to be hanging out with a bunch of kids. I knew some of my older siblings had big heads on their shoulders and sometimes the snobbishness really showed through. But Bill’s family were always so nice and didn’t really act all stuck-up like some of the other actors I had met. It was hard to picture Bill as a snooty actor-type, having known him for my entire life.
My sister grabbed onto my hand at a particularly gruesome part of the movie. The surround sound pumped out the dissonant soundtrack of the movie. Piano keys tinkled eerily as the protagonist turned the corner, axe poised to strike at some freakish entity that was sure to pop out any second. Violin strings pulled and all of us watched on, eyes wide and mouths open.
Suddenly as soon as the pop-up scare happened, a blood-curdling scream erupted from behind us and a huge hand grabbed my shoulder and shook me. This caused me and my sister to scream, setting off a chain reaction with the others on the floor.
“Oh my God, Bill!” I yelled at him as he keeled over laughing.
“You guys were so scared!” He howled, lips pulled into an infectious smile.
The laughter continued and I couldn’t help but crack a smirk at the young Swedish boy laughing at us all. I launched a throw pillow at him playfully. Maybe he wasn’t “too cool” for us after all.
That was so, so long ago. Now we were almost all grown up and off doing our own things. We still had our family get-togethers on holidays. Even birthdays were missed now since we were all spread out across the country pursuing our own respective interests. Today was an exception though. My brother had landed a really big role in a major budget film and it was also his 30th birthday so we were throwing a “Dirty Thirty” themed birthday party for him. Whatever that meant. To me, it meant I got to lounge around in my parents’ huge house getting drunk and catching up with people I hadn’t seen in a long time.
“J, sweetheart. Say hello to the Skarsgards!” My mother exclaimed.
I had had my nose buried in a book as I laid on a beach chair underneath an oil-paper umbrella but when I heard the Skarsgards had arrived I soon dropped everything, wrapped my body with a purple sarong and stood up to greet them.
It had been a very long time since I saw my “Swedish parents” and we exchanged hugs and stories of good news and memories.
I couldn’t help but notice that Bill hadn’t come in with them. I wondered if he would come. Last I’d heard Bill was doing really well with his acting career and made it onto a bunch of American talk-shows and was being photographed for lots of magazines. Typically, I wasn’t one to keep up but it was hard to ignore when my parents seemed to always mention people they knew who were doing well in the industry.
As the conversation carried on and more guests arrived I started to give up on the thought that he would come. He was probably very busy and couldn’t be bothered attending a random birthday party for a person he most likely didn’t talk to very much. It was alright… That sort of thing happened a lot with large families of busy people, yet I caught myself watching the door more than a couple times.
Eventually, I made it back to my comfy spot on the beach chair with my book and a fresh glass of homemade red wine sangria. I greeted people as they came and went, returning remarks and laughs between pages.
“Are you going to read this whole time or are you going to get up and be a good host?” A familiar voice asked me.
I looked up over my sunglasses and saw Bill standing in front of me, obscuring my view of the pool. He had a drink in his hand, a smile on his face, an expensive watch on his wrist and an even more expensive outfit on. He wore fitted pants with long pleats in the front that made his already long legs look even longer. Underneath a matching sport jacket, he had on a dressy button-up shirt that wasn't fastened all the way up at all. His sharp collarbone stayed exposed, pale, broad, and jutting out into some of the most capacious shoulders I had ever seen. He must have shot up another two feet in height since we last saw each other.
“Wow, Bill,” I said, unabashed that I was making it obvious how impressed I was with his look.
His face had changed. Not in a bad way at all. He still had those big pillowy lips, the pointed nose, and the most indescribably light green eyes. His hair was slicked back stylishly and he had a pair of designer sunglasses hooked into the pocket of his jacket. I left my book on the table beside me to stand up. I didn’t bother covering up this time because I wanted him to see how I had grown up too. His smile made his lips all but disappear as I approached him for a hug. He opened his long arms and I hooked my arms underneath them.
“It’s so good to see you.” I sighed into the material of his jacket. He smelled wonderful. I was only tall enough for my head to rest on his broad chest.
Bill held me out at his arm’s length and continued to bestow that innocent, boyish smile upon me. “It’s good to see you too. It’s been far too long.”
“Well… We can’t all be movie stars.”
Bill laughed and brought me in for another brief hug. “Oh shut it. Let’s not talk about work all night long. I know that’s all our parents ever want to talk about. Let me escape for a while, will you?”
Once our embrace ended, I stepped back to drink him in some more. It was difficult not to stare too long and too hard. After all, my childhood friend was standing before me, no longer the awkwardly skinny boy I knew before but a man who had more than inherited his family’s trademark good looks.
“You look so different. I can’t believe how goddamn tall you are.” I declared.
“Yeah…” Bill agreed, looking around at all the party guests and then settling his gaze back to me. “Before you ask, yes, the weather is great up here and you haven’t grown an inch, so who’s the real freak?”
“Oh, Bill! Come here darling! Oh and J, you too sweetheart!” My mother called to us from the shaded terrace where she was standing with a mixture of Skarsgards and my family members.
They summoned us all to take a picture together since it had been so long. It reminded me of a ski trip we had taken together in Switzerland when our parents forced us all to take family-portrait style pictures the whole week. Only now we weren’t all gawky kids with braces, acne and matching turtleneck sweaters. We stood in a group, limbs hanging off each other, smiles plastered on our faces for the camera. Bill stood next to me, arm over my shoulders. The warmth of his body was enough to make me shudder. And if that wasn’t enough, after a few moments his hand floated from my shoulder to my back. His fingers gently trickled down the base of my spine. I straightened, uncertain how I should feel about Bill touching me in such a non-fraternal way. His thumb travelled around so he could lay his palm flat on my hip.
He seemed to be just as friendly with everyone else during the party. Everyone wanted to talk to him and congratulate him on the success he had found breaking into American film. His presence was warm and everyone’s eyes sparkled when they spoke to him.
To me, all the movie-talk sounded pretentious but he was suave and so grounded that when he spoke about his experiences it didn’t at all sound like the hollow ramblings of a well-paid actor. Usually, I’d roll my eyes whenever my brothers and sisters talked about how their next roles were going to be a turning point in their careers or how a meeting had gone down with a big-time director. To me, it had no meaning at all but when he spoke, the whole room listened, as did I.
We had transitioned from the poolside to inside the house once the sun started to set. Inside there was more champagne to be drank and platters of fresh fruit to be picked at. We also had a custom cake made for my brother who had politely declined to make a speech about turning thirty. Instead, my father decided to pipe up and congratulate his eldest son on three decades of life. We all stood around with our flutes fizzing, cheeks blushed with inebriation and ears perked as my father spoke of how all of his success in his lifetime paled in comparison to how proud he was of his clan. I smiled wholeheartedly when he raised a glass to his children- all of his children.
“And yes that includes my beautiful non-actor children. It has always been you to knock us down from our high-horses.”
We all had a round of cheers for my brother and for family. The music was turned back up and everyone was encouraged to keep on drinking.
I had done a good job of pacing myself, that was until I saw Bill exiting the kitchen onto the terrace wearing swim shorts. He was unaccompanied. I approached the window so I could see what he was up to. I watched as he circled the pool, took one last sip of his drink before setting it down on the deck and standing up straight. Like a cat he readied himself to dive into the pool. It brought back so many memories to see him in our pool again. I almost felt like I had regressed in age and was but a little girl and not as jaded about actors and giant bank accounts. The nostalgia warmed me, or it could have been the alcohol.
I decided to take a shot of tequila to loosen up a little bit more before leaving the house to join him in the backyard. I wasn’t sure if he wanted company at all but I took the liberty anyway. Bill was doing laps as I came out and didn’t notice me until I was standing at the edge of the pool.
“Are you going to come swimming?” He asked me.
“No, I’ve had enough for today. There’s only so much chlorine my skin can handle.” I admitted.
“That’s alright,” He said, strained as he lifted himself out of the pool. “I was just about finished anyway.”
Water fell down his body and dripped onto the concrete deck. By contrast to his milky white skin, his lips looked so blushed like he had been sucking on a lollipop. I never noticed until that moment how gorgeously luscious I found his mouth and how cute it was when he smiled. My Swedish god-brother had become more attractive than I wanted to believe. Alas, there he was, standing in front of me, a glistening vision of wet Scandinavian perfection.
“Okay if I use your shower?” He asked me, eyes trailing up and down on me.
“Of course. You know where everything is, Bill. You don’t have to ask.”
He smiled again at me and I could felt a heaviness in my feet and my heart skipped a beat. “Thanks, sis.”
When he moved by me my smile disappeared. Thanks, sis.
It was foolish of me to think of him as anything but what he was- practically a brother. Our parents were as close as siblings themselves. Why was I thinking about Bill like that? Suddenly, I was ashamed that I had been lusting after him all day long. It was weird. The alcohol in my system was not enough to make me forget that this man was almost related to me.
I lingered in the backyard for a few short moments, inhaling the breezy air and for the first time in my life wondering if I should have listened to my parents all those years ago and pursued the family trade. Shaking my head, I snapped out of my light trance and asserted myself mentally; no, I was good enough as I was. I didn’t have to prove myself to anybody, especially not my own family and close friends.
I went back inside and found myself yawning every few minutes. The day-drinking was starting to catch up with me and I figured it was time to get out of my bathing suit and sarong and into something more evening-friendly. Most of the men had left to shoot pool in the basement, leaving the women and girls to talk and giggle amongst themselves over their glasses of vintage wines.
I started up the stairs to my old room that my parents still insisted on keeping up on. I had a wardrobe full of clothes that I could change into. I closed the door as I entered the room and smiled at all of the things that had once and still belonged to me. My king-sized captain’s bed, my high white wardrobe that had been built into a walk-in closet. My desk, still laden with books that I’d read in high school. All of the informality was not enough to rip my thoughts away from Bill though.
From my wardrobe, I chose a simple black sundress, gathered some undergarments and was about to head into the en-suite bathroom before I heard a clearing of a throat behind me. I turned around and there he stood with a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Hey, did you have a nice shower?” I asked.
Bill smiled, stepped into the room and closed the bedroom door behind him. “I haven’t showered yet.”
I giggled nervously. “I was just about to take one.”
His hand held the towel in place and I could only wonder whether he was naked beneath it. God if he would just stop looking at me like that perhaps I could think of something else besides how attractive had become.
“J… Do you remember taking baths together as kids?”
I blushed profusely and clutched my change of outfit to my bare abdomen. The air was starting to lick at my exposed skin and I could feel the goosebumps all over my body.
“Yeah… I remember. Why?”
Bill came even closer to me. “Do you ever think it sucks that our parents tried to raise us all as one big family?”
“No… Never. I mean… no. Why would that suck? I love your family.”
“Yeah, I know but… Do you think it would be weird if I said I’ve really wanted to see you?”
“It’s not weird, Bill.”
“Well…” He inched closer to me. “What if I said I want to fuck?”
The explosion of surprise and instant arousal I felt from his revelation was enough to make me tighten in the chest. “W-what?”
“Well?”
I grasped at any words I could find to answer him but I kept coming up short. He could tell I was having a major inner struggle so he approached me, walked me back into the bathroom, shut and locked the door behind us and then towered over me with lust darkening in his eyes. He looked positively evil staring down at me with his murky eyes burning.
“Is it weird?” He repeated the question.
“No, it’s not weird… Well… I mean it kind of is but.. fuck it.” I said and dropped my clothes on the ground beside me.
Then we kissed and it was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It felt wrong to touch him, wrong to let our tongues touch and our lips to move together. The sensation of his mouth on my skin was simply too much after an evening of watching him talking and smiling. He wrapped his arms around me and lifted me up onto the bathroom counter, forced my thighs apart and came in close. Quickly, he untied my bikini top from behind and pulled it off of me so he could stare at my breasts.
“Goddamn it, you got so fucking sexy.” He said as his large hands cupped my breasts and squeezed, thumbs running over my nipples.
He dove in, hands still on my chest, lips connecting with my neck but I shied away from the tickling sensation, causing him to pull back as well.
“What?” He asked.
“Nothing,” I giggled. “Just tickles.”
He bit down on his bottom lip. “Oh, I’ll fucking tickle you, alright.”
His skin was so soft and there was so much of it to feel. I felt tiny against his torso yet so emboldened by what was happening that I couldn’t think straight. Soon his hands were trailing down my spine, over my hips to the front of my bikini bottoms. Without untying them at all he brushed his thumb over my crotch and when I purred with pleasure, he did it again.
“You like that?” It was more of an encouragement than a question. I nodded my head and he continued stroking my pussy over my bathing suit bottoms.
Before it became too much, he lifted me off the counter and turned me around so that we were both facing the mirror. He smirked at our reflections for a moment but didn’t let it distract from what was happening. He pressed his groin into my back as he gave me a few more strokes and then pulled the strings of my bikini, letting them fall down my legs so that I was completely naked.
He lifted my right leg and made me raise it high enough to rest on the counter so that my other leg was my only support. Pulling back, he took in the image of me exposed to him and sucked air through his clenched teeth. “Fuck.” He whispered before dropping to his knees behind me.
I could feel my own wetness from the anticipation of what he was about to do. I twisted around to see this gorgeous man on his knees in front of my ass just getting ready to have at me like a hungry animal but not before giving me a couple swift little spanks.
“Bad girl.” He growled lowly. “Bad, bad girl.”
Bill had a little more fun groping me and squeezing my ass, getting me ready before he let his tongue draw a hot, tantalizing trail up my left ass cheek. I had to steady myself when his mouth finally connected with my clit, however brief it was before he pulled another salacious strip of saliva up from my opening and all the way to the base of my spine.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I watched him eat me out from behind. His tongue made delicious lapping noises as he kissed and sucked on all of my parts, never neglecting to rub my clit to keep me going. It was too damn much sensation all at once and every time I looked back to watch him, the entire image was just too exquisite. Bill’s gorgeous face was buried in my backside and I couldn’t help but feel like I was falling a little in love with it.
It didn’t take long for me to reach the edge of an orgasm. I couldn’t remember a time in my life where any man had brought me so close, so fast. But before it went too far, Bill pulled away and stood up with the towel still somehow wrapped around his hips. Although, it was quite evident that he was hard from all the playing.
“Turn.” He whirled a long finger. “Turn, face the mirror.”
I obeyed as I heard his towel drop to the floor tiles. I had to look back though, I wanted to see and what I saw was not disappointing.
“Oh my God,” I whispered.
His eyes met mine after I had a long enough look at his hard cock. It was so, so long, like the rest of him. Symmetrical and picture-perfect. Even the pulsing veins in his shaft looked appealing.
“Face the mirror.” He repeated himself.
After I turned away again, I could only watch in the reflection. With his eyebrows coming together in concentration, he readied himself to enter me and as soon as I felt the head of his cock prodding me open I swear I had never been wetter. Every inch forced in slowly and I watched his expression release into one of sexual immersion to pure, raw bliss. His eyebrows curled up and his eyes closed for a moment, no doubt revelling in the sensation of dipping into me from behind.
It felt so full and warm and when he pulled back out we sighed in unison. Our differing heights made it a little awkward to get our footing but we quickly settled into each other and after a few long draws in and out, Bill finally relaxed his shoulders and stood back up, matching my stare in the mirror.
“Such a tight little pussy.” He whispered in my ear as he rammed himself in harder, causing my whole body to lurch forward.
He gave me another spank and picked up the pace, pulling in and out and in and out, causing me to moan. I cracked a smile as we stared each other down in the mirror. We writhed as he started fucking me harder. My knee started knocking on the wood of the bathroom vanity and I was almost afraid that we may have been making too much noise. I twisted my neck around to attach our lips again and I couldn’t care at all.
A few times he pushed in too far and the striking painful pleasure of his cock hitting my cervix made me gasp. His right hand gripped my throat with purpose but not violence and then he forced his long index finger into my mouth. I took it down to the second knuckle, swirling my tongue around it obediently.
“Bad, bad girl.” He kept whispering in my ear, glaring at me in the mirror.
It was like looking into another dimension; a place that did not and could not exist. Bill had always been there, but not like this. He wasn’t this beautiful man shoving his cock inside of me. He would never whisper to me how bad I was and how good it felt to fuck my pussy and how long he had been vying to make me squirm. In another dimension, he had been almost my brother. He was my friend. He was a little boy that wanted to play.
He popped his finger out of my mouth and slid it down my stomach back to my clit to rub little circles over it.
“I want you to come for me.” He told me, voice deep and shaded so only I could hear.
When I didn’t answer he thrust into me harder. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes. Fuck yes, I’ll come for you.” I promised.
He dropped his head on my shoulder, using me as support for his endless thrusting. In the mirror I saw his damp, dark hair hanging around his temples, his eyes closed, his hands holding onto my shoulders, hips, breasts, and neck, never picking a spot to stay.
He looked up at me, eyes bleary and lips hanging open. He brought his chin to my ear and whispered, “I’m going to come inside of you.”
We rocked together, pace slowing. The moment he reached his hand down to rub my pussy again I was twitching from the pleasure. His fingers caressed me over and over and the more he circled my clit the closer I got to orgasming.
I tightened as the edge of a fantastically orchestrated climax ripped through my body, starting at my center and working its way through the rest of me, down my spasming legs, up to my arching spine and through to my fingertips that were clawing up from the marble counter-top.
“Yes,” he drawled. “Fuck yes.”
It was scary for a moment as his pumping turned desultory and he lost control, letting himself succumb to the pleasure. His hardness was numbing and then suddenly he shuddered, releasing inside of me, as promised.
He staggered back, hand around the hilt of his still hard cock. A string of cum fell from the swollen tip onto the bathroom floor, the last of it. The rest was already starting to leak down my inner thighs.
“Shit.” He gasped.
I brought my leg down off the counter, wincing as my stiffened muscles tried to relax. As soon as I stood up straight with both feet on the ground I felt the smooth creaminess of his cum still lingering between my legs
It took him a moment to come down from his high. Even I was having a hard time coming to terms with what had just happened.
“Bill… Jesus.” I said, exasperated.
“I really hope that this doesn’t… complicate things between us and our families.”
A laugh burst forth from my mouth. “Oh my God, I think that this is probably the most complicating thing we could have possibly done.”
He laughed too. “I’m sorry for just, you know, going at you like that. I really wanted that to go differently.”
“What do you mean?”
“For one,” he began. “I wanted to at least ask you to come out with me sometime. But when I saw you going into your room I just…”
“You just what?” I urged him to continue.
He shook his head with a smile. “I don’t know… I really don’t. Seeing you today has just made me feel different.”
“I feel different too.”
A silence fell over us for a moment before he broke it.
“Listen, I'll be going into hiding for a bit. I’ve got this role- now don’t say anything because I know you don’t care-”
“It’s not that I don’t care.”
“Okay good. I just wanted to tell you because I’m not going to be around and all contact with the family will be minimal, but once I’m done, I want to come back to see you, alright?”
“Okay.”
“And it won't be weird?” He asked.
“Well… That I can’t guarantee, but… yeah. That all sounds good.”
“Now, if you will excuse me, madame, I think you and I have been missing for long enough and I still haven’t had my shower.”
With that, Bill leaned forward to press a satisfying kiss to my forehead and sent me on my way out of the bathroom with a smack on the ass.
#bill skarsgård fanfiction#bill skarsgard fanfiction#bill skarsgård smut#bill skarsgard smut#one shot#fanfiction
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Tagged by @vintagelipstick :O Thanks for wanting to know me :)
Rules: answer the following questions and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know.
What movie do you wish you were a character in?
[Mädchen in Uniform (wishful thinking: the process is supervised by Christa Winsloe), but preferable theatre version. Reason: there's a film, Girl Do You Want to Play in a Film? No, thousand times no. I would love to play, but not to be on screen.]
Create your dream fragrance; what would the ingredients be like?
[I don't know, but strong fragrances—animal food and spices—are my favourite. (Unfortuately, my damn organism can't stand most of smells/fragrances).]
As a siren, what bewitching song would you sing to lure people to their doom?[*Finally added what I thought about while answering, but a few days later than the post had been created* Phantom of the Opera (Beneath the Opera house . . .) I can sing by both female and male voices, but of course when the characters follow each other, not singing at the same time.]
*clicks shoes together three times* Anywhere in the world (fantasy or reality) where would you go?
[Scotland (Aberdeen preferable if choose more concrete place.)
If time period (I'd love this too), late 1920's—early 1930's to meet/see in person Christa Winsloe, Mädchen in Uniforms "Mutter" (MiU's mother). OR later 1950's—earlier 1960's to meet my most favourite lesbian Lota de Macedo Soares (Brazilian architect and urbanist, mostly famous for Parque do Flamengo in Rio de Janeiro city.)]
Similar to Harry Potter, if you could reside in a painting, which one would you choose?
???
Like the symbols associated with Greek gods and goddesses; what would be your chosen symbol to embody you as a person? (E.g. some symbols of Aphrodite are doves and sparrows.)
[Flute and a book.]
If you were to create your own Met Gala theme, what would it be based on?
[Something about tartan.]
What seven objects would you choose to hide your soul in?
[I would never divide my soul in parts. BUT thinking half-racionally, the very fact that Tom Riddle decided to be the most powerful person (including inability to be killed) no matter how many victims would be along the way is the proof that he had no soul. (Sorry not sorry, but vulgar materialism is too much for me.)
So here are some objects that are important for me (in no particular order): 1) notebook/copybook/anything to write on or in, 2) pen/pencil, 3) umbrella, 4) any not very small-sized device that has Internet connection and good keyboard (physical or on screen), and good programme or application for typing, 5) a book, 6) a rubber for drawings 7) bag]
You’re whistling while you work, what animals would you like to come and join?
[I rather howl, so dogs. But I can copy cookoos' sounds and few other birds as well, so they could joinn me even without my wish.]
Like the story of Swan Lake, what mythical creature/ beings from folklore would you like to transform into by day?
[/I don't know the story, but no matter./ Although I wouldn't want to have a horn, I"d chose unicorn. Homosexual symbol and Scottish national animal. My the most favourite combination connected with the World.]
I tag whoever wants to answer this.
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Oh sweet mercy give me a bit...
1. Dream job? I used to want to work on the trauma floor eventually, but I’m pretty sure my hands are screwed for dropping things so I’m going to settle for something else that I have a different sort of passion for- art and writing. I’d love to be on the creative team for a game developer some day, whether for concept art, writing, storyboarding, what have you. I’ve got a little ways to go but hey- I’ve got time.
2. Favorite movie(s)? Technically a musical but made into a movie, Repo! The Genetic Opera was fucking fantastic. By contrast any Studio Ghibli movie also has my solid vote.
3. Favorite book(s)? Uhhh less books and more an author but a friend of mine recently got me very invested in Cat Valente’s books and I’m picking through Deathless these days in my free time!
4. Favorite video games(s)? Do you expect me not to say Morrowind? …Its Morrowind. I also like Event[0] a LOT and it’s a shame it seems so little-known.
5. Favorite music artist(s)? Ooooh here’s a list for you. Major Parkinson (of course), Ritual Howls, nearly anything done or performed by Terrance Zdunich (its a good aesthetic), Sleeping At Last, Daedric Tales, Glass Animals, and now Eivørthanks to you :D
6. Hobbies? I’m getting back into metalworking mostly because I’d like to make a knife Because I Can, aaand other than that? Beyond art & writing, I do competitive target archery (or did, can’t afford to get out to practice these days), am a semi-professional vocalist and used to do traveling theatre when I lived in British Columbia. I also code things, but I haven’t been in the right brainspace for a while.
7. Is there a sound you cant stand? Yes, actually, there’s two in particular. Metal-on-metal- Not clashing, but scraping and screeching. Trains, buses, anything that makes that absolutely godsawful fucking screech, and muffled voices in another room. Usually from outside. The kind of muffled where you’re not certain whether someone’s just angry or if they’re trying to get someone to sod off. When you can’t tell if some noise you just heard was a sound of pain or if the neighbors are just getting familiar on the balcony again.
8. Do you have a current obsession? The same one we have every night pinky. Trash Elves from Ash Central. (Though generally, TES)
9. Are you religious? I’m some weird brand of off-brand “WHATEVER WORKS” Pagan liable to collect dead things and have a different altar arrangement and theme every time you visit
10. What are your biggest fears? Uhhhh pass
11. Favorite Youtuber(s)? I don’t follow youtubers tbh but MumboJumbo got me into redstone way back when?
12. Do you drink soda? Sometimes. Give me rootbeer or give me death though, I don’t really like anything else all that much to be honest
13. Favorite food(s)? My Responsible comfort food is a thick-brothed chicken soup/stew and a warm mug of tea. Boring, I know :( I have too many other favourites to list though so I’m defaulting to comfort food #1
14. What infuriates you? way too many things to list here I’d honestly rather not get heavy or political here because there is a lot that infuriates me. Instead, I’m going to go for a simpler “People discouraging others from their interests, ignoring them, shutting them down.” I hate when people hear someone so passionate about their interests or hobbies, and respond with negativity. It costs exactly $0.00 to be a nice person.
15. If you could have three wishes, what would they be? (no loopholes!)First: Enough money. Not an obscene amount. But enough for whatever I may need at any given time. Enough to give to my friends when they need it. Enough to commission an artist I love. Enough to actually live, to be honest. Enough to fund my own transition, and maybe even surprise someone else by funding theirs.Second: An immediate and permanent dismantling of the system that exploits the poor and ‘undesirables’ of society. The system that throws out perfectly edible food, that hoards enough to feed, clothe, care for the health of and educate the entire planet but keeps it because it’s not ‘profitable enough’ for them. Third: Honestly just give me the ability to shapeshift please? I’m using that for minor changes like hair color, skin clarity, eye tone... And more drastic things like animals, I’m totally stealth-ing across borders as a goddamn moose to go visit my friends (Not to mention becoming a bird and hitching a ride on a boat to europe and oceania? Shapeshifting into a cryptid beast to terrify assholes in the dead of night? Sign me the fuck up)
16. Do you like any hot drinks? Tea, coffee, cocoa, cider, mead.... gimme.
17. Is there a certain smell you hate? There’s a very specific type of sterile smell that I hate and associate with some pretty bad times in my life. I also don’t like the smell of peameal bacon and most types of pork in general, something about it makes me incredibly ill. I can only stand regular bacon and sometimes pork loin, if it’s cooked to go whiteish.
18. Gender? uhhhhhhhhhhhhh (some sort of masc-presenting nonbinary)
19. Sexual/romantic orientation? Pan with a complicated relationship towards sex tbh
20. Who do you look up to? This is gonna sound real cliche, but most of the people I looked up to when I was younger wound up hurting me or turning out to be not as good people as I’d thought. I guess I look up to my own image of what I aspire to be, if that makes sense? I pick and choose aspects of other figures, sure, but I feel that it’s a bit different.
21. What would your catchphrase be if you had to have one? “Oh, shit. I’ve done it again. Fuck.”
22. Favorite animal(s)? Cats, ferrets, deer, owls, corvids
23. What superpowers would you have? I’d like to be able to either shapeshift, or be able to single-handedly, accurately, and assuredly alter probability/chance. Because the implications of that are damn near terrifying.
24. Are you superstitious? Very
25. Favorite cryptid? Myself. I’m gonna have to go with the Wendigo, even though I love a lot of cryptids
26. Do you have any stuffed animals? I have a near embarassing amount actually, my two favourites are a kangaroo TY beanie named Pouch, and raccoon I named Twitch. I’ve had twitch since I was 5 and he’s looking good for his age tbh
27. Do you have any guilty pleasures? There is a terrifying amount of smut I’ve drawn that will never see the light of day
28. Do you like school? I like learning, love it, even, but I don’t think anybody truly, honestly likes school. Not here.
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Book-Tag Game
Woo another tag game. My boredom is cured! Thank ya @time-to-write-and-suffer!
1. Which book has been on your shelves the longest?
Oh uh...well I just moved and recently had to put away most of my books since I didn’t have space for them all. So if I were to count those it would probably be a collection of books, of which I only remember reading one. It had stories from Nordic mythologi that I loved as a kid.
But if I don’t count those and only look at the ones I currently have, it would be my Harry Potter books.
2. What is your current read, your last read and the book you’ll read next?
Current? Heh. Well I read for my courses, but I guess those don’t count. xD
My last read was Howl’s moving castle (loved it).... wish I hadn’t finished it so quickly.
The next one in line is a mystery. I have trouble starting with new books. I kinda have to force myself, and I don’t have anything I feel is worth it.
3. Which book does everyone like and you hated?
Well some of my friends loved Twilight and pretty much everyone else around me. It was actually the first book I didn’t finish reading. Had like 3 chapters left and decided that it wasn’t worth the pain.
4. Which book do you keep telling yourself you’ll read, but you probably won’t?
The newer parts in the Ranger’s Apprentice series...does it ever end. (Loved the first ones tho...might read em again sometime. It was like 5 years ago I stopped. I only remember like 10% of it all xD).
5. Which book are you saving for retirement?
None. I haven’t even thought about this before. xD
6. Last page: read it first or wait till the end?
Wait...why would you read it first? Do some actually like spoilers? I didn’t know that.
7. Acknowledgements: waste of ink and paper or interesting aside?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
8. Which book character would you switch places with?
Oh god I don’t know. I would probably just be some extra character in the background? I can’t imagine replacing someone important.
9. Do you have a book that reminds you of something specific in your life (a person, a place, a time)?
Ranger’s Apprentice reminds me of a summer years ago, sun shining, a swinging chair on our balcony, singing birds and our neighbour playin on his guitar. It was nice.
10. Name a book you acquired in some interesting way.
Uuuh.
11. Have you ever given away a book for a special reason to a special person?
...Does birthdays count? Christmas?
12. Which book has been with you to the most places?
My Harry Potter books. They have seen so much.
13. Any required reading you hated in high school that wasn’t so bad ten years later?
Like @time-to-write-and-suffer mentioned, we don’t really have required readings here in Sweden, it’s more like “ya gotta read at least one book, so go find one!” Sometimes there was a smaller selection we could choose from or there was a theme.
I can remember one in High School that I hated, which was like the only one I hadn’t read among the ones we could choose from, so I didn’t have much choice there (made the mistake and told my teacher instead of just picking one I knew I liked). I didn’t finish it...heh...my teacher doesn’t know that tho. Also no, it’s still shit. (Oh and, 10 years? I’m 19).
14. What is the strangest item you’ve ever found in a book?
I haven’t used the library often. I prefer new books since they’re clean and I get stressed out when I know I have to go back with it. So I haven’t gotten any surprise gifts sadly.
15. Used or brand new?
New. Because of previous mentioned reasons.
16. Stephen King: Literary genius or opiate of the masses?
Never read any of his books so I don’t know.
17. Have you ever seen a movie you liked better than the book?
Nope.
18. Conversely, which book should NEVER have been introduced to celluloid?
Uh...Well every bad one I’ve seen were based on bad books so...I haven’t seen any that I hated but liked the book.
19. Have you ever read a book that’s made you hungry, cookbooks being excluded from this question?
No? I forget about food when I eat...and everything else a human needs.
20. Who is the person whose book advice you’ll always take?
Anyone pretty much. Well as long as it sounds interesting. I mean, I have people that I ask first, but I don’t always read the stuff they recommend.
It seems like people are busy with tag games already so I won’t add to the pile. Tho if anyone wanna do this then doit! If you want I can tag ya if ya tell me.
bahbai
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[TRANS] SHEL’TTER #41 - Wooyoung Interview
WOOYOUNG (From 2PM) x EMI SUZUKI
SPECIAL COUPLE SHOOTING!
“SPRING LOVE STORY”
Special Q&A of Wooyoung!!!
Q. For the outfit and hairstyle in “Party Shots,” which part were you fussy about?
A. In the MV, just like the Joker who appears in Batman, I made an image where it looks like I don’t know where I’m heading to. That’s why I didn’t want the outfits to have a very neat impression on it, so I made it a little bit messy!
Q. Please tell us the main point of the title song “Party Shots” and the highlight of its MV!
A. Since I like doing things such as gathering with friends, having different conversations and talking about real feelings, I personally really like parties. Generally speaking, I gave the song a theme of “Let’s make some noise!!” and let it blow up with a fun atmosphere. That’s why I want everyone to enjoy while listening to it! For the MV, the camera blocking is quick. I think that’s the highlight? It's like… you wouldn’t be able to take your eyes off of it!
Q. Do you like fashion?
A. Of course, I like fashion. But rather than “I like fashion,” I think of it as a very essential part in entertainment. It’s one way for self-expression.
Q. Do you have a fashion item that you like?
A. Hmm.. If I have to choose one…. I like Hawaiian shirts!
Q. We have this impression of you that tries variety of hairstyles…
A. I made my hairstyle neat and clean this time! But usually, it’s pain in the neck to go to hair salons. (laughs) That’s why I’m keeping this hairstyle for now. If ever I end up doing the hairstyle that I really want, I think there would be no fans left. (laughs)
Q. Do you have your own rule when it comes to fashion?
A. I don’t go as far as making a fundamental basis. There are times when I would go out with my friends wearing clothes as if I’m going to the supermarket or convenience store. Other times, I would wear a little bit of showy clothes when I go to supermarkets. The feeling for that day is what matters! I also highly take the size of the clothes into consideration. I don’t like it when it’s uncomfortable to wear. I prefer styles that would always let my body move freely.
Q. First appearance in SHEL’TTER! Please introduce yourself to our readers.
A. I’m a member of a Korean group called 2PM, and we debuted in Japan 6 years ago with the song “Take Off.” As a group, we release albums and do tours every year, but this time, I’m appearing as a solo artist! 28 years old this year. No girlfriend. I’m Wooyoung! (laughs)
Q. Do you experience “love at first sight”?
A. I do experience love at first sight! Just because I get taken with someone at the first meeting, it doesn’t mean that I would ask for her contact info on that same day, or convey my feelings to her right away, or make moves on her, or even confess to her. I want to be prudent when it comes to love.
Q. Please tell us your ideal type of girl!
A. I think I’m not in the position to choose though… (laughs) I used to have ideal types but now, I don’t have any. Love is a feeling, right? (laughs)
Q. What do you do on your day off?
A. I listen to LPs in my house, read books, or sleep. Ah, I watch documentary-type movies and shows. But that doesn’t mean I’m a complete indoor person. I still hang out with my friends or go to LP bars and bookstores.
Q. Have you ever felt a difference between Japanese women and Korean women?
A. I don’t feel any difference just because someone is a Japanese or Korean.
Q. Ideal fashion for girls?
A. A simple coordination of “white t-shirt x jeans” to be exact! I like casual and simple styles of female fashion. I would want her to come in a simple style even during dates♡
Q. On a regular basis, are you a night owl or an early bird?
A. I am most active when it’s 12 midnight and I sleep around 10 in the morning. (laughs) My morning and night are completely reversed so we can say that I’m perfectly nocturnal! Hmm.. but right now, I have my make up on which is why my skin looks smooth. (laughs)
Q. What phone apps or SNS do you usually use?
A. I only have music player which is necessary in my everyday life, internet bank app, Japanese and English translator app in my phone. SNS….. I consider it convenient and I also think it’s one good way of promoting in this modern age. But I don’t use it that much because I don’t want my daily life to be displayed more than it needs to be or to become something I just show off.
Q. Among the fans, you are being called #LittleDevil #DoingThingsAtMyOwnPace #Cute #ActuallyTheFunniestMember, but how do you think of it personally?
A. Everything is correct! Well said! (laughs) But if I have to add anything, that would be “I have a lot of charms”! Also, “I love talking to people.” I just really like expressing myself. Fans are truly amazing! They can see through everything~ That’s scary~ Ah! I’m kidding~ (laughs)
Q. What food do you definitely eat whenever you are in Japan?
A. Ramen and sukiyaki! I go to Jangara ramen frequently! Also, I love sukiyaki♡ I always mix up shabu shabu and sukiyaki. (laughs) The raw egg that comes with it is also good! Really delicious♡ I’m getting hungry now. (laughs) Please introduce a good restaurant to me!
Q. Do you like any artist from Japan? Please tell us a song that you like.
A. Hisaishi Joe-san who is a musical director of Ghibli and Sakamoto Ryuichi-san. I actually like the soundtracks used in dramas, movies, anime, and documentaries. That made a way for me to get to know and like them! By the way, I was able to go and watch the concert of Hisaishi Joe-san in Japan! I own a lot of DVDs of Ghibli films. The first Ghibli production I encountered was “Howl’s Moving Castle” and I think I’ve watched that the most.
Q. Please tell us a song that you usually listen when you travel.
A. I frequently listen to an album called “UTAU” by Sakamoto Ryuichi-san and Onuki Taeko-san. This album is really great, so I recommend all of the songs. I want to meet Sakamoto Ryuichi-san! Where should I go to be able to meet him? (laughs)
Q. Since you produce the outfits for 2PM concerts, do you want to try having your own brand of clothing?
A. I really only do it for our concerts and music production. I don’t have any thoughts on wanting to try creating my own clothing line. Who will even buy it? (laughs)
Message from Wooyoung!!!
A long interview of WOOYOUNG (From 2PM) who appeared for the first time and was chosen as the first male to be on the front cover of SHEL’TTER!
What are your thoughts for being the first male on the front cover?
Thank you! It's an honor. But why me? Really... why is it me? (laughs) From now on and then, I would want to appear in SHEL'TTER♡
What is your impression of SHEL’TTER?
All of the models in SHEL'TTER are truly pretty! It's great to see that each of them has their own personality. Just by looking at the magazine, it can serve as an advice to all female who admires fashion. I think it's a very useful magazine. (After knowing it's a magazine where you can order) While looking at the magazine, can you purchase easily the item you like!? That's so nice! I want a copy now! Ah, but then again.. I don't have a girlfriend (laughs)
Please tell us your thoughts about the photoshoot
To tell you the truth, I've known Emi-san even before as I have seen her in Japanese magazines. When I found out that my partner is going to be Emi-san, I was glad and I looked forward to this photoshoot. Since she is someone who I've always seen in magazines, I also felt the sense of relief. When I met her in person, her face was very small and she was tall. She's really a beautiful person! I was able to have fun during the photoshoot as well!
Please let us hear your thoughts about the outfit coordination
Since the concept for this photoshoot was to be a couple with Emi-san, I made sure to give importance on creating a sweet atmosphere just like real lovers. Even our matching clothes suited the concept, right? The coordinated outfit of Emi-san was very cute!
2ND SOLO ACTIVITIES!
NATIONWIDE TOUR STARTING ON 4/5(Wed)
「WOOYOUNG (From 2PM) Solo Tour 2017 “Party Shots”」WILL BEGIN!
Did you have fun during the photoshoot?
Of course!! I had a lot of fun! Uhhmm.. I can't remember it well but I think I didn't have much opportunities to have a photoshoot with Japanese female models. So when the discussions for this project came, I was surprised! I would want to do another photoshoot! Please let me appear in SHEL'TTER every time! (laughs)
Please send a message to the fans who are anticipating your solo activities!
I’m always grateful to all of the fans! Thank you! As of right now, I’m in the midst of preparing my new album and concert. In fact, I myself am very excited with the solo activities and I want to meet the fans’ expectations as well! I want to make a show where we can have fun together and enjoy the concert to our hearts’ content. I’m planning on making it exhilarating so please look forward to it!
Complete REPORT of a rare backstory during the photoshoot!
Wooyoung greeted with “Please treat me well” and entered the studio in a stately manner. After greeting his partner Suzuki Emi and the staff, the photoshoot began right away!
When the cameraman requested “Hold hands and act like a couple!” on just the first cut, Wooyoung got surprised a little bit. While worrying about Emi’s nails that were freshly painted for the photoshoot, he held her hands gently feeling shy which you can check at page 13! Furthermore, Wooyoung personally suggested “Let’s do a funny dance!” on page 15. As a matter of fact, Emi used an iPhone and consecutively took photos of Wooyoung who seems to be having fun while dancing. The group of female that was in the set raved with words of “So kind♡ So wonderful♡” when Wooyoung put the hat on Emi and showed concern by fixing softly her messy hair. The posing where both of them hid their face with the hats was actually Wooyoung’s ad-lib! A peeping out pose is kind of rare, isn’t it? The photoshoot continued in a harmonious atmosphere while they were holding hands, taking selfies together and exchanging jokes occasionally. We were overwhelmed by the aura of the two during the last shoot which was for the front cover. Doing back hugs, putting arm around the shoulder… the eyes of the whole staff were glued to them who looked like a real couple♡
Just as we thought he would do playful dance and show us a cool picture perfect face even during his solo photoshoot, Wooyoung showed a pampered expression gazing at the camera and several more facial expressions. With fresh denim, chino pants adult style, casual street coordination, Wooyoung is exploding a lot of charms that we couldn’t take our eyes from him more and more! On his nationwide tour starting from April, he’ll definitely show variety of expressions and entertain the fans for sure!
JPN-ENG: Yumi
Scans by 2PMAlways
MAY BE TAKEN OUT WITH PROPER CREDITS!!!
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