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slowlydifferentbluebird · 11 months

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Can I request Seola and Bona get jealous when they see their fem bodyguard help other idols. Thanks!

So, two things about these request. First: I love me some WJSN girls, they are too much underrated and I love them, so thank you for requesting them🥰 Second: you didn't specify what genre you wanted, so I'm going fluff because it's kinda late here and I'm in mood for soft hours lol...but if you wanted some smut, you can always ask me for a sequel🤭

WJSN Bona & Seola X Bodyguard Fem Reader

We all know that these days idols are very close to their staff, and honestly that's good because a nice teamwork can give better results. However saying that someone is close to someone else is too much general: they can be colleagues, friends or... something more romantic.

This is the case of the gorgeous manager working for WJSN. We all know that these girls are very...sapphic sometimes, and having this cool and pretty girl protecting you can move something inside your chest. In particular two of them, Seola and Bona, get very attached to her.

Until today they tried to contain themselves, limiting to hanging out all three together after worktime and to some kind cuddle at late night. They didn't intend to change your relationship right now, but they saw something that made instantly change their idea.

They were at this university festival with some of their younger group from the same agency, like Cravity and IVE; regarding that, Yujin was chosen as the main host for the night and that meant that she would often come on and off the stage.

The leader of IVE had just announced the Cosmic Girls as the next artists, so she was coming down the steps when she slightly lost the balance. Luckily you were there to escort your group and you helped her to not fall, getting your bodies very close in the action.

"Oh, thank you so much, I didn't know my seniors had such a beautiful lady to assist them", she said, not hiding at all her flirty intentions. You tried to act cool, but your red cheeks betrayed you. Obviously the scene was observed by Seola and Bona, that rarely moved their looks from over you.

They didn't have the time to do anything about it because they had to perform. However the moment they finished their exhibition, they placed themselves next to you and didn't let you go for any reason.

It was your first time seeing them act that way: being cold and affectionate at the same time. You tried to help Soobin with the dress, but Seola took you away, grabbing your hand tightly. Then you were going to say goodbye to Yujin, but Bona dragged you in another room, because she needed help for something.

It was clear to you that they were hiding something, but you decided that it was not the moment to face that topic. So you let the event and the night end, and while saying goodbye to all the girls in their dorm, you asked to the two strange girl to come in your room later.

Ten minutes later they knocked on your door. They were wearing finally comfortable for the night and had a way more relaxed mood. "So, girls, I wanted go to talk to you about...", you didn't have the time to finish your sentence that Seola sat between your legs, putting an hand on your chest.

At the same time Bona instead got on the bed and hugged you from behind, starting to kiss your neck sweetly. Now you were so red in face. "Girls, I...", you tried again, but Seola interrupted you. "See? You didn't need Yujin to get embarassed", said the older girl. "And then, two is better than one", added Bona, without stopping to kiss your neck.

"You know, maybe we acted a bit foolish tonight, but that's because we don't want anyone to take you away", Seola continued. "You're precious to us. You're not only a co-worker or a friend, you make our heart beat faster", said Bona, gently grabbing your chin to make you look at her.

Her eyes were intense but honest, and you could say the same for the oldest girl. "We can't promise to be less jealous in the future, but we can promise you to make you feel special". "So, please don't be angry, just let us love you".

That night was for sure different. It was not the first time you spend the night together, sleeping with them was now part of the routine. However It was the first time in years that you went to sleep with a smile that big, genuinely happy, between the arms of the girls who finally confessed their love for you.

So, I hope you liked that, Anon, I tried my best, so let me know, and thank you again for requesting 💙

Zazá

#kpop #ask me anything #kpop girls #kpop fluff #wjsn imagines #wjsn scenarios #wjsn bona #wjsn seola #wjsn

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huhjens · 11 months

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Can I request reader reacting to WJSN Seola or Bona new haircut? Thank you!

Thanks so much for requesting! This is kinda short but hope you like it!

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Seola:

It's summertime, which means the weather is getting hot. Seola had wanted to cut her hair short for quite a while now. It's the "when you reach a certain age, you gotta do something." ( Well, that's what she said.) BUT! She was quite nervous about it, and that is why she kept that in her mind for so long. With the support of her members, she finally did it. She decided to keep it as a surprise, and she just decided to upload the photos on Instagram; waiting for you to find out. When you received a notification that your girlfriend had posted, you clicked without thinking. You were so surprised and decided to text her immediately.

Bona:

Bona came home, and you were so fast to open the door. You looked at her closely, which made her let out a chuckle. "What's up?" She said with a smile. You smiled back, " I love the new look."

#wjsn #wjsn x reader #wjsn seola #wjsn bona #seola #bona #wjsn imagines #cosmic girls #huhjens #wjsn scenario

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lewisvinga · 2 years

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my hero ! | bona x fem! reader

genre; fluff

requested; yes

request; hello, hello! can you make a scenario where your girlfriend, bona picks you up from work because it’s raining and she knows that you didn’t bring an umbrella with you. (fem reader)

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You let out a frustrated huff as you hear the sound of thunder and the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. Minutes before, you were excited that it was finally time to close the coffee shop you worked at until you heard the rain.

That morning the sun shone brightly with no hint of rain which was why you didn’t bring an umbrella. But here you were, angrily cleaning up the counters as you realized you would have to walk in the pouring rain to catch the last bus. All you wanted to do was be home and in the arms of your girlfriend.

You were lost in your thoughts when you hear the door open. “Excuse me, we’re closed.” you call out, not bothering to turn around. But when you didn’t get a reply and instead hear foot steps walking towards you, you speak up again and finally turn around “Excuse me-“

“Jiyeon?!”

Jiyeon stifles a laugh at your shocked face. She smiles at you, making her way to you with an umbrella in hand. “I remembered how you didn’t bring an umbrella to work today.” She didn’t fail to notice how you immediately relaxed as you made your way to her.

“I just finished and was worried about walking in the rain.” you quietly say as you quickly grab your stuff. Jiyeon wraps her arm around you, smiling as she feels you relax in her arms.

“When I heard the thunder, I thought of you. I knew you almost never bring an umbrella with you anyways, so I took the opportunity to pick you up.” She explains as you make your way outside, holding tightly on to you, “Maybe i’ll get a kiss as a thank you?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the faint blush appearing on her cheeks as you look over at her. You both stop to look at each other, ignoring the fact it was still raining. You gently kiss her lips, softly saying, “My hero.”

#wjsn scenarios #wjsn x reader #wjsn imagines #cosmic girls scenarios #bona x reader

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freesia-writes · 3 months

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hello friend, for the valentines rec - would you be interested in doing a fake dating/relationship situation b/w Crosshair and f!reader? go wild with why they have to fake date 😂

thankssss ❤️HB

THE CROSSHAIR EFFECT got me on this one! 😂 Sometimes when I write him, I just get absolutely sucked in. So this one had me in a mood and I quite enjoyed it. It's a little stereotypical or trope-y or something, but it's delightfully indulgent in my doofus opinion. So I hope you enjoy! 😊 Dividers by @stars-n-spice on this post here.

Crosshair x F!Reader Word Count: 2000ish, hehe Content Warnings: just kissin and in-universe cussin

OH, and since this takes place at a fancy gala, I have to link this gorgeous fanart by @perfectlywingedcrusade because it's just fitting and should be appreciated by everyone. They're lovely images of Crosshair and her OC, so check em out!

A kiss on the hand and a cup of the face

Holding each other close in fancy attire

Out for a stroll while lookin good

The grand gala was in full swing, the opulent castle venue aglow with soft, golden light and the murmur of animated conversations. You and Crosshair, disguised as a wealthy couple, moved gracefully through the crowd, your steps synchronized as you navigated the sea of elegantly dressed guests. The stoic sniper's presence beside you was palpable, his every movement calculated and precise. His sharp gaze swept over the room, taking in every detail with a keen eye for potential threats. Despite the formal attire he wore, there was an unmistakable air of danger about him, a reminder of the skilled soldier lurking beneath the facade of a sophisticated gentleman. And it kinda gave you the tingles.

As you exchanged pleasantries with other guests, your mind raced with the mission at hand. The two of you had been tasked with infiltrating the gala to gather intel on a new weapon being developed by the Separatists. It was a high-stakes operation, and the success of the mission relied on your ability to blend in seamlessly with the crowd while discreetly gathering information.

You stole a glance at him, marveling at the effortless way he maintained his cover. His demeanor was cool and collected, his expression unreadable as he engaged in polite conversation with the other guests. You marveled at his ability to remain composed under pressure, and if you were being honest, you’d admired him for a long time, and had given in to an increasing amount of time spent thinking about being with him in various scenarios. So when this mission had come up in such a way that required you to pretend you were in a relationship, you’d had to fight hard to keep your face neutral and even harder to ignore the pronounced eyeroll and scoff of disgust he’d made.

You were still trying to push the thought from your mind as you leaned against the bar, having split up to different parts of the room. You could swear there had been some significant moments between the two of you, conversations that showed some vulnerability, slight softening in his piercing glares… But sometimes you wondered if the entire dynamic was just wishful thinking on your part.

“Haven’t seen you around here before,” a fellow attendee said, sidling up beside you at the bar. You gave a small smile and a nod, just enough to acknowledge him without being memorable in any way, hoping he would take the hint.

He didn’t.

“Where are you from?” he pressed, stepping slightly closer and holding up two fingers to the bartender, who had waved to him for his order. “I feel like I’d remember a beautiful thing like you.” You had your selection of default answers, offering some uninteresting and vague information, but he was a bona fide hemorrhoid, weaseling ever closer both verbally and physically.

“I feel like you’re not being entirely honest with me,” he purred, tilting his head and reaching to trace fingers along your arm.

“I’m not sure I want to tell all my secrets to someone I just met,” you replied, matching his suggestive energy to avoid triggering any toxic masculinity. You gave him a small smile, but it was met with a furrowed brow that made you start to feel a little anxious at how to get out of this particular situation.

Right on cue, however, Crosshair stepped in, his arm sliding around your waist as he pulled you close. Your heart skipped a beat as you glanced up at him, face relaxing into content familiarity.

"Darling, there you are," he said smoothly, flashing the intruder a charming smile. The honey-sweet words in his sibilant, smoky tone were absolutely intoxicating, and you silently cursed the flush that bloomed across your cheeks without your permission. "I've been looking all over for you."

The guest faltered, taken aback by Crosshair's sudden appearance, and when the sniper turned to face him fully, positively exuding confidence, he excused himself with a polite nod.

"Thanks," you murmured, grateful for the diversion.

"Don't mention it," he replied, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "We have to be convincing, don’t we…”

“Sorry you got stuck doing this with me.” You felt a wave of frustration wash over you, beginning to feel tired of the way he seemed to jerk you back and forth between softness and harshness, fondness and disdain. You wished he would just come clean one way or the other.

“A mission’s a mission.”

“Mhm,” you agreed, feeling your mood souring by the second.

“Problem?” he asked quietly, forcing the fakest smile you’d ever seen as a couple passed by and fluttered their fans in your direction. It made you want to punch him.

“Nope. Just… On a mission.” You pulled your fur more tightly around you, scanning the room for the targets who were supposed to have the inside info. You’d had yet to locate them, despite schmoozing for the last hour or two. You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed the flow of your hair into a regal bun at the nape of your neck, nor the way they continued back up across your face, unreadable emotion flickering just beneath the surface.

“Oh, Chris, you’re hilarious,” you proclaimed, in the snooty voice you’d adopted around others. You could tell it grated on Crosshair’s nerves, and you couldn’t help the smug sense of satisfaction you felt when his steely gaze met yours for a moment in the privacy of a quick sideways look. You knew there’d be hell to pay later for randomly giving him a name like that, but you didn’t care. Your feet were aching and you’d been done with all the fake socializing about an hour and a half ago. But the two of you had finally worked your way into the “inner circle of sleemos”, as your partner had deemed them, and now were the critical moments upon which the entire mission hinged.

“Not nearly as delightful as you, my little poodoo,” he answered, earning a round of gasps and chuckles from the uppity crowd.

“I say!” declared a man with a huge space-walrus mustache. “That is quite the nickname, my good boy!” He chuffed heartily, casting a side glance at his tall, spiky wife who clearly didn’t approve. Quickly changing his demeanor, he was shaking his head in somber disapproval by the time he looked back at you.

“Oh, we’re just so… so close…” Crosshair continued, almost choking on his words as he looped an arm around your waist again and pulled you against him so abruptly that a little bit of your drink sloshed out of the glowing martini glass. You quickly turned your splutter of indignation into a playful giggle, not so subtly digging an elbow between his ribs as best you could. “I could just call her every name in the book,” he gushed, poking the tip of your nose with a single finger.

“Oh goodness,” you laughed, downing the rest of your drink in one huge gulp. “Would you excuse us? And can I get anyone else another drink?” You turned away so quickly, grabbing your partner by the arm and dragging him along, that you didn’t see Mr. Walrus Stache lifting a finger to take you up on that drink offer. Instead, you did your best to hide the absolute rage you felt beneath the surface as you found a side door out onto a small balcony. There was a single member of the waitstaff there, a Rhodian who was taking a drag off a long cigarette, and his luminous eyes narrowed at the two of you as you appeared, flicking the ash off the end of his smoke and dropping it to the ground before stalking back to work.

“What’s gotten into you?” Crosshair began, turning on you as soon as the last tails of the server’s apron were out of sight. You looked up at him, too frustrated to enjoy how close he was as he loomed above you furiously. “We finally get--”

“ME?!” you spluttered, grasping the shiny lapels of his suit jacket, “You think we’re gonna get anywhere with you calling me poodoo?!” In any other context, the sheer ridiculousness of the situation would have been hilarious, but the simmering undercurrent had risen to a rollicking boil, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“Well if you weren’t acting like such a little shi--”

“You’re ridiculous!” you yelled, fists clenched at your sides. But before you could finish the rest of your retort, his hand was clapped over your mouth, cutting off any further attempts to lash out at him. It did not, however, help to quell the fury within. You grabbed his arm with both hands, pulling at it in futility, then froze completely as he stepped in close, wedging a thigh between your legs and flattening you against the stone wall of the castle with his entire body. “What the f--”

“Just shut up for one second,” he hissed, and the sheer intensity of his presence combined with the exhilaration of him pressed against you took every last thought and word right out of your brain. You let out a breath, heart pounding against his chest where he’d bent himself around you, eyes large as they locked on his. He slowly removed his hand, wiping it on his pants with a slight wrinkle of the nose, then tucked it into his pocket, leaving the other arm braced on the wall above you. “Listen,” he said, quietly now, with an urgency yet softness that melted you to your core. “Whatever… this… is…” He took a deep breath, then continued, “We need to get that intel. Then you can… take care of yourself…” He finished with a tiny, confident nod, stepping back in surprise when you burst into laughter.

“Take care of myself?” You slapped your hands flat on his chest, pushing him away with playful force as you felt yourself puffing up again to put him in his place. “Crosshair, you don’t have a damn clue, do you…” You ran out of steam as you registered the myriad of emotions on his face, slowly falling silent as he closed the distance between the two of you again, emanating a different kind of energy this time.

“Care to enlighten me, then?” he asked, tilting his head at you with equal parts condescension and provocation. There was a smolder in his pale brown eyes that made your heart skip a beat, and you were so overrun with feelings of your own that you couldn’t even begin to sort out one from another. You reached for his lapels again, now using them to pull him back against you as you brought your mouth to his with a forceful, determined kiss. His tiny huff of an exhale had a million possible meanings, but you didn’t care, because one of his hands found your waist and the other cupped the back of your head, pressing his face into yours with a hunger that set your… heart… on fire.

You lost track of everything else as your senses were flooded with every magnificent aspect of him… His scent, touched up with a ritzy fragrance he’d added for the evening… His slightly raspy breathing… The warmth and passion that radiated from his strong, focused frame. The feeling of his mouth on yours was everything you’d imagined it to be, and he pulled back for a short breath of air before turning his head the other direction and capturing your lips again, slightly more open this time as you melted against him.

It felt like a split second and an hour later when you separated, with deep, ragged breaths and a blissfully dumbfounded look on your face, staring at him in awe and unabashed delight. He kept his face stoic, though there was a slight glow to his cheeks and a spark in his eyes that made your knees weak.

“Now can you keep your head on straight?” he poked, stepping back and straightening his suit.

“Absolutely not.”

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gabessquishytum · 2 months

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Hob is the chef for the mob money laundering restaurant in his area. Because the restaurant isn't expected or required to turn a profit, Hob can cook what he wants and run the place mostly how he wants -- his liquor and meat suppliers are sketchy as hell and he has to be nice to all the "made" guys who come into the place, but mostly he's left alone to cook the food he wants.

Hob is a really good chef, but his restaurant concept was never going to be something that secured bank loans or conventional funding. Still his food and the chill vibe of the restaurant made it a hit with area locals and got him a lot of loyal repeat customers.

Into to this comes a food critic who writes up Hob's restaurant glowingly and whose review catches the eye of one of those fancy best restaurants in the world list/Michelin star judges who visits the restaurant and loves it, and puts it on the list.

Your choice:

1. Dream is the smitten judge - the food is so good, the chef is hot and fantastic, the restaurant deserves attention; Hob is chuffed and horrified! For Hob the recognition is wonderful and validating, but the restaurant is still a mob front and can't really handle the scrutiny, like at all.

2. Dream is the mobster in charge of the territory containing Hob "restaurant" and when the restaurant is put on the best list/gets a Michelin star, Dream goes to see what should be done (torch the place 😉😉).

But Dream tastes the food and sees Hob being fantastic and welcoming; Dream realizes that he's going to have to clean up the "crime-y" aspect(s) of the business so that it can withstand the attention.

This is all absolutely incredible and I love both scenarios! But number 2 is tickling me so much. Hardened criminal mob boss Dream having to accept that he's accidently got a bona fide cooking genius on his hands, having to send in his men to "clean up" the restaurant - literally. If Hob is going to make this place a success, then the books are going to be in order, the ingredients are going to be paid for, the staff will get a good wage, and the health inspectors will have nothing to complain about.

Hob comes to Dream and apologises for causing trouble. He didn't mean to draw attention to Dream’s "business ventures". Dream assures him that its ok, he's decided to let him live. As long as he keeps a table free for Dream whenever he wants it.

And Dream ends up coming in every night (when he's not busy criming) for the pleasure of Hob’s company, and the nice food. He's a lot less grumpy and menacing when he's been properly fed, and Hob kinda forgets to be scared of him? Then one time Dream shows up with a massive bullet graze in his shoulder and Hob has to give him first aid in the kitchen. After it's done they sit on the floor and eat together, and when Dream falls asleep Hob carefully carries him upstairs to the flat above the restaurant.

There's a mob boss in his bed, pale and sleep-soft and the worst of it all is that Hob wants to keep him there, safe. If only he could.

#the sandman #dreamling #mafia au #cw blood

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dangermousie · 10 months

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Ok, 13 eps in and it’s official - Lost You Forever is this year’s Love Between Fairy and Devil for me, and not just because I am unreasonably obsessed or because I love the design or because it features a protagonist horribly hurt by life and a love interest who gets to them by pure sunshine goodness.

No, it’s because they both are summer dramas that I mocked before they aired and whose cast gave me hives and then I had to eat crow dinner with crow coffee and crow dessert.

I thought the concept of LBFAD (demon king and fairy girl occasionally swap bodies) was risible. I thought anyone who cast Dylan Wang in anything, let alone as a terrifying demon lord, needed to have their head checked. I’ve seen that man in a number of dramas and he can’t act, thought I. Oh, and that trailer was simply awful. This is going to be a great terrible flop and I am gonna enjoy hate watching and mocking it, also thought I. I checked it out solely out of sheer morbid curiosity and I was a gone five minutes in. It ended up my favorite drama of 2022, made it into my top 10 cdramas of all time in fact, and if anyone said Dylan did anything but an amazing job in LBFAD, I’d fight them in the parking lot. Man tore my heart out.

Now comes 2023 and here is another anticipated summer drama, Lost You Forever. If you assume I learned anything from the LBFAD scenario, you would be wrong. (In my defense, in the overwhelming bulk of cases when I hate the concept, trailer and cast, I do not end up adoring the final product.) Nobody could explain the plot to me coherently (not their fault in retrospect, I can’t even explain it myself as it’s more character study than anything.) The concept screams reverse harem, something I am primed to enjoy about as much as I was primed to enjoy LBFAD body swap between female fairy and demon king or perhaps a toothache. The cast - yikes think I. The last Yang Zi drama and performance I enjoyed was the Battle of Changsha. A drama that is a bona fide masterpiece and in which she performed amazingly but was released in 2013, a whole decade ago. Ever since then she’s proceeded to play a range of cheery dimwits who only a mother could love, and only a mother in possession of earplugs and perhaps a gag at that. And to me she started sleepwalking through those roles to boot. Watching her and her dramas became the definition of elevator music. And her leading men here? Ooof! The guy who plays the cousin I’ve never seen in anything. Tan Jianci is good in the right role but I did not think that was going to be a good role and then we get Court Lady Tan Jianci which - shudder. And Deng Wei? Yikes! I’ve seen him in a bunch of dramas and he was the walking incarnation of color beige. And that trailer was a giant huh.

And now here we are. The story is exquisite and I feel so deeply for everyone in it (now, in case of cousin the feeling is the desire to barbecue him but still.) The acting is uniformly good and so is the story. And Yang Zi does not play a cheerful dimwit but a haunted old soul and she does it so well my heart breaks for her and I am so invested in her it becomes ridiculous as I feel her slightest joy or disappointment so intensely. And oh Deng Wei is my other revelation. If someone told me I’d be swooning over a character played by him I would have told them to sleep off all the booze they must have just consumed. But guuh, his 17 just might end up being my favorite male character in 2023 cdramas and I feel for him so deeply and remain amazed how he makes goodness layered and not boring or cloying at all.

That crow feast is sooo delicious!

Am I gonna learn? Hell no! Provided we are not all murdered by a giant asteroid, come back to this space in 2024 to see what other drama that I was prepared to hate I am now obsessing about.

#cdrama #love between fairy and devil #lost you forever

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transparencyboo · 3 months

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For the last two weeks or so I've been playing the Mega Drive dungeon crawler Shining in the Darkness. I've recently been going through all the various action-RPGs the system had to offer and kinda found myself lusting for more, so I expanded the scope.

Shining in the Darkness had one of those cover arts I vividly remember seeing in game stores during the 90s, I understood already back then that whatever this was would be too complicated for my feeble preschool brain, but it had a shiny glossy allure that still beckoned to me with promises of daring adventures and grand battles. Questions lingered in my head: Who is that evil bastard zapping sparks at Cavin from the Gummi Bears? Why has the king entrusted the safety of his kingdom to a meagre boy and his two misfit friends?

Well, it turns out that big bad guy is called Dark Sol, the bane of all game difficulty discourse, and the reason the king has enlisted three poor kids is because there is no one else to rely on after your daddy went missing. Everyone else just sorta gives up along the way.

My initial conclusion of this game was to commend my young self for the striking assessment, my five year old self would never get anywhere in this game between the English text, abstracted navigation and number crunching battle mechanics. Shining in the Darkness is a bona fide classic dungeon gauntlet endurance simulator, where you traverse vanishing point block tunnels and encounter enemies. I've played one or two games like this before, like the original Phantasy Star, but this time a new desire struck me. I wanted to draw maps. Maybe I'm just getting older and more patient, leading me to wilfully ignore easily available resources online.

By my recollection, this is the first time I've dedicated myself to playing a game like this. Usually I just resort to my sense of direction, which I've gathered seems to at least be above average, since anytime I go anywhere with anyone I always end up playing shepherd so they don't get lost. Worst case scenario I'll just fall back to mapping efforts by online heroes from years past. For Shining in the Darkness I persisted blindly about halfway through until I admitted to myself charting a map of the labyrinthine caves would be a lot easier. Luckily, the game allows you to spend 1 MP to see a chunk of where you've walked, meaning I could get neatly organized segments to copy by hand.

Perhaps my biggest takeaway from this endeavour was how much of the game experience was expressed through this map project. I spent just as much time slaying beasts as I did counting tiles and filling them out with my pencil. It became a natural counterbalance that provided vital pacing to the game mechanics. Walking, fighting, charting. In turn, through the principle of learning by doing, I gained a more intimate familiarity with the environments by just replicating them out on a sheet of paper. I found that while the map helped, I actually didn't need it much for backtracking because my drawings had helped me remember the layouts of the corridors anyway.

I guess the lesson learned is that while old design sensibilities may appear to be arcane and cumbersome when easier solutions exists, the obfuscation is part of the fun. The game hands me an intentionally hard to navigate world, shows me that it's fully capable of displaying maps of it, but still asks me to provide that dimension myself. Through doing this, I discover that drawing maps is both surprisingly enjoyable and cognitively stimulating. I realize that had I downloaded some pre-packaged maps online and used as my bible, Shining in the Darkness would've been a vastly different experience, one of monotonous meandering through endless fights while confidently striding along the known path.

Perhaps that's why the game was called Shining and the Darkness in Japan, it doesn't flow as well as the western title, but at the same time it poetically reflects this act of discovery. I am Shining, the game provides the Darkness, we work together, we must unify to become whole.

As for Dark Sol, he turned into a big monster boy and was vanquished by a spunky cartographer child and her two cohorts. The unknown has been made known and the kingdom is once more saved.

/Kiki

#shining in the darkness #shining force #sega #mega drive

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hwanable · 9 months

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there's something about doyoung and dergrading that has me on chokehold.

THIS POST IS 🔞 ONLY

TW: degration and choking

no..because same..esp during move and bona bona he just SCREAMS dom for me...just a short scenario that comes to mind when I saw doyoung wearing that suit he did in the bona bona mv

him holding you against him one hand snaked around your waist, one hand wrapped around your neck, and he is just whispering the most dirty and degrading things into your ear while pressing his hard on against your ass like IT IS JUST UGH

him just whispering shit like "you're such a slut" or "you just won't shut up unless you have my cock in your mouth" is just..SCREAMS

this makes me want to write a fic about this topic..should I..?

#treasure scenarios #treasure fanfic #treasure hard hours #treasure fics #treasure one shots #treasure smut #treasure imagines #treasure #doyoung treasure

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rosy-bless · 9 months

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A gets caught in the rain the way home. B, who's been watching to see when A gets home, opens the door and ushers them inside with a flurry of affectionate fussing. they put a blanket around A's shoulders and listen for the “thank you, sweetheart” that A usually never forgets when B does them a favor. it doesn't come, and B is a little worried and maybe a tad crestfallen that their fussing doesn't seem wanted.

“does that feel okay?” B asks quietly.

“huh....... hhUH’szchew!”

A bends at the waist with a heavy sneeze, rainwater falling from their hair. they scrub their nose a little bashfully as they straighten.

“‘scuse me,” they say in a hoarse voice. they meet B's eyes.

“the blanket feels wonderful,” they say. “thank you, sweetheart. i didn't mean to ignore you; i just had to get that tickle out.”

ah, so that's what was keeping A from their usual sweet gratitude. B gives a tender and relieved smile and draws the blanket closer around their love's shivering shoulders.

“that's okay, honey,” they say gently. “you're welcome. bless you.”

#something about a sneeze preventing a polite person from being as polite as they'd like to be :)#and something about putting a blanket over someone's shoulders and having their response be a big sneeze :)#and something about a sickie reassuring their caretaker :)#<3333 #bona fide babbs original #(also i hope this spelling doesn't suck shbjhd)#snz kink #snz scenario

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fujowebdev · 1 year

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✨Spotlight on Localhost HQ✨

Today we're here to tell you all about Localhost HQ, the first setting for the adventures of our protagonist (and fujoshi extraordinaire) Boba-tan.

Follow us under the cut to learn more about the #FujoGuide world and the amazing people that made it happen! And don't forget to back us on Kickstarter (and share this with your friends) so we can make this world a reality!

🏰 Localhost HQ 🏰

So, what is Localhost HQ? Well, we don't have—nor want!—all the details. The vaguer it is, the easier it adapts to any fanfic scenario. On the technical side, computers in a network use "localhost" to refer to themselves, for example to fetch a website they themselves host!

In the #FujoGuide world, Localhost HQ houses all programs that run on a user's own machine as part of the development workflow. Most importantly, the Terminal (a.k.a. Shell), but also programs like Git. In our version, Boba-tan has her very own (relatable) room within it.

🏰 Localhost Character 1: Boba-tan 🏰

Needing no introduction (ok, some introduction), Boba-tan is the author and protagonist of our zine. She was originally designed to serve as @bobaboard's own mascot by @essential-randomness, and brought to life by @ymske.

In our Kickstarter, you can see her all over the place, drawn by many different artists (some of which don't like the spotlight). For our character roster and avatar, she's been brought to life by @ikam177! Witness her in her full glory!

Want to know more about her? Well, she's the blankest slate of them all! Boba-tan is the quintessential fujoshi (or fujin, if you want), meant to embody the best quirks of transformative fandom folks: openness, enthusiasm, creativity, and heaps and heaps of thirst!

🏰 Localhost Character 2: Terminal 🏰

Is it Terminal or is it Shell? You too can now be part of one of programming's most pointless (and thus heated) debates.

Regardless of how you choose to refer to him, we all know who he actually is: the sexy live-in maid-pa of Localhost HQ.

Terminal is a powerful tool in the programming world, used to run other programs and orchestrate complex interactions between them. He also runs the show in the #FujoGuide world, and is able to quickly summon any local program, and to interact directly with the operating system.

(comic by @tempural)

Is there any limit to Terminal's powers? We don't know, actually, and we don’t want to know! Please play around with hi— I mean, it!

If you love his look (a powerful mix of Danny Trejo and Revolver Ocelot), you can thank—and follow—@mappapapa's incredible work! And if you've wondered what's on his apron...well, that's cowsay for you!

(Shhh don’t tell anyone about this still-unused version, with a terminal-looking eyepatch on his eye)

🏰Localhost Character 3: Git🏰

We've already spent a lot of time on our favorite catboy, but that's no reason to ignore him—not that he'd ever let us!

If you haven't yet, see him in action and learn all about him in our demo (link in the Kickstarter).

This time, the hard work of turning our technical and trope guidance into a bona-fide hottie comes from @brokemycrown—the master of sexiness who also helped us with the overall art direction!

(If you're wondering what the lines on his hoodie are, those are “git branches”.)

🏰 Localhost Character 4: GitHub 🏰

☁️ Cloud character 1: GitHub ☁️

Unlike Git, GitHub is not a program that runs in a "local environment"—that is, a developer's own computer. Instead, GitHub is a cloud-based service where programmers can upload their own "Git repositories" to share their code with other developers.

In the #FujoGuide world, characters like Git live in ~the cloud~, a network of data spawning around the world and a place we want to carefully avoid showing. In part, to keep an aura of mystery, and in part because mysterious places not well-defined in canon are fujin catnip.

So why is GitHub at Localhost HQ? Because Git is there, of course! The two share a powerful psychic connection. While Git hasn't yet accepted that they're meant to become one, that is not for lack of trying. Much to Terminal's chagrin, GitHub keeps teleporting to HQ, uninvited.

Once again, the amazing artist behind our favorite tentacled catboy is @brokemycrown. We'll probably keep shouting them out over and over again in these spotlights, so just go right ahead and follow them now.

(I'm sure you can appreciate the subtle character design cues here.)

...and that is all for the Localhost HQ spotlight! If you like the amazing work of our team, you can hire our artists and writers (and help us launch this project) by backing our Git Art/Fic tiers! You can also help us by reblogging this post and sharing our kickstarter link with friends, family, colleagues and Discord servers.

#fujoguide #git #github #codeblr #kickstarter #character design #spotlight

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fideidefenswhore · 2 months

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So I follow Claire Ridgway's Anne Boleyn Files and she has a few interesting alternative videos on what would have happened if Anne Boleyn had given birth to a son and not been executed. I am curious what you think may have happened to Mary had Anne given birth to a son that was acknowledged by everyone as Prince of Wales. Would she have been restored to the Succession or not?

It's hard to say perhaps Henry would have made Mary legitimate again but I can't see him doing that without putting Elizabeth and her new brother's legitimacy in danger. Maybe he would have married her off elsewhere?

Claire thinks the 1553 Crisis probably would have been avoided had Anne's son inherited the throne. I tend to agree with her son on the throne even if that son were to die young the Crown would still pass to Elizabeth. The Lady Jane Grey Coup would have been avoided.

Well, Mary's counsel from the Emperor's representative was to acknowledge Anne as Queen once/if she had a son. She did ultimately follow his counsel in the summer of 1536 when it came to acknowledging the religious supremacy, the legal invalidity of her parents' marriage and her own bastardy (and renouncing any claim to the throne thereby), so one could plausibly assume she would've done the same here. Many Marians insist she would never have done so; I myself don't find that scenario plausible, unless she was already on the other side of England at the point of her continued stance, in one of Charles V's realms and under his protection (as much as France had pushed for her to wed one of their princes, they're unlikely to have risked alienating HVIII by keeping her under theirs [tbf, they did harbor Reginald Pole, but that was years later in a much-changed religious and political landscape/circumstances], as for Scotland, James V had outright refused Chapuys' proposal on the grounds it would alienate HVIII, his close neighbour, and besides, had already acknowledged AB as Queen and Elizabeth as Princess, along with his mother).

I am curious what you think may have happened to Mary had Anne given birth to a son that was acknowledged by everyone as Prince of Wales. Would she have been restored to the Succession or not?

No to the 2nd, and what's been argued in this genre goes even further and more specifically, that had AB had a son in 1533, Mary would not have been disinherited or had her title reduced at all, because there would have been 'no need'. However, the prevalence of this theory underlines a fundamental misunderstanding of English precedent when it came to inheritance and HVIII's own beliefs, which wouldn't have changed but rather been vindicated, had his prince been born in 1533:

"[...] to appreciate Henry’s viewpoint it is first necessary to clarify the nature of his quest. This was certainly not simply to wed Anne Boleyn. Most scholars have concurred with the emphasis given by Elton and Scarisbrick that, whatever the roots of Henry’s ‘Great Matter’, he became unquestionably ‘convinced in his conscience that his marriage to Catherine had been a great sin’ and that his lack of sons was a punishment for this transgression. This reasoning also means that we must take seriously Henry’s worries about a future renewal of civil war, which might best be averted by the birth of a healthy and clearly legitimate baby boy. In earlier marriage negotiations with France and the Empire he had insisted that Mary was heir presumptive; he now argued that she would be barred by illegitimacy. This contention puzzled continental contemporaries because elsewhere in western Europe those children born to couples who in good faith (like Katherine and Henry in 1509) believed themselves validly married were treated as legitimate. Nevertheless, Henry was right. After a period of some uncertainty, by the late fourteenth century England had opted out of the bona fides principle, just as it had famously done in the Statute of Merton from that of legitimation per subsequens matrimonium.

While it is true that the English royal succession was not rigidly constrained by the law of property, nevertheless, as Sir John Baker notes, ‘succession problems were usually debated in legal terms and in accordance with the common law canons of inheritance’. A successful challenge to his marriage would thus automatically bastardise Mary and leave Henry with no direct heir."

What Mary does seem to have been offered in late 1533, was the retaining of her own household, its complete staff, etc, in exchange her acknowledgement of Elizabeth as Princess, her stepmother as Queen, her parents' marriage is invalid, her own title as invalid by extension:

Throughout these years, the king had showed a genuine personal affection for Mary, even if his support for her as his successor was minimal at times. Initially, therefore, he hoped to persuade her to accept the Boleyn marriage despite its inevitable implication of her own disinheritance. Henry determined that the strongest incentive he could offer to secure her acquiescence was the continuation of her household on nearly the same scale it enjoyed prior to Elizabeth's birth. A checkeroll listing of all Mary's household officers and department heads as well as her senior staff carries the date of October 1533, a month after Elizabeth's birth. The list provides a snapshot of Mary's household on the eve before she was to experience considerable loss in status as a result of the imminent reduction of her household. Indeed, the list initially presents something of a puzzle. The king had already announced plans to reduce Mary's household shortly after Elizabeth's birth in September. Yet the list contains exalted names apparently indicating that in October 1533 that Mary's household was still of sufficient status to attract the service and residency of Margaret, Countess of Salisbury and Lady Margaret Douglas (Henry VIII's niece). Did the October list represent a description of Mary's household as it actually existed, or was it instead a fantasy household offered to Mary, via the checkeroll, as an inducement to accept her own disinheritance? There is not enough evidence for a definitive answer. Given the positive comment by the Milanese envoy around this time that Mary's household was appropriate to her (then) status as heir to the throne combined with the rarity of household lists taking the form of fantasy literature and the tradition of compiling such lists for accounting during October, this study proceeds on the assumption that the October list of 1533 was an accurate depiction of Mary's household. Jeri L. McIntosh. From Heads of Household to Heads of State: The Preaccession Households of Mary and Elizabeth Tudor, 1516–1558.

So while McIntosh admits there's 'not enough evidence for a definitive answer', I find her theory highly plausible, as it seems to fit the timeline of events (specifically, late 1533 to early 1534) and adheres to the scholarly understanding of HVIII's character, temperament, and personality of the early 1530s.

There's sense to this offer, as obviously the Duke of Richmond had his own household, but unlike her brother, Mary had been acknowledged as Princess her entire life. So, 'the arrogant presumption of that title' (HVIII's words) is very...things that make you go hmmm.

So it was at his discretion to legitimate her by statute (as Caesaropapism goes, an equivalent to the Pope declaring children of similar dissolved marriages legitimate in good faith, he could have done this), but I don't believe he ever would have. There's some fuzziness here, because this was apparently offered to COA via Campeggio by HVIII circa 1529 and refused (and she seems to have tried to grasp at this previous offer much later, like in 1533), so he must have been willing at some point (unless this was merely an attempted feint of deceit). What seems most plausible is that it was on offer genuinely, but as he further studied the religious and legal scholarship/precedent on the matter and argued for the legitimacy of his beliefs and views in the years to come, he must have come to believe Mary's illegitimacy would inevitably follow the dissolution of her parents' marital union.

At most, he might have invested her in some titles by dint of marriage negotiations, this making her more appealing to prospective royal/noble parents wishing to marry their sons (I've seen Duchess of York suggested, which I don't find likely from HVIII, former Duke of York, in particular...it was a title for second sons....I could see some new creation however, maybe Marchioness/Marquess of Exeter, as I believe Gertrude Courtenay lost that title after being attainted, and obviously her husband's was rather more permanently lost).

There was arguably equal danger to marrying her abroad to a prince (the potential to invade) and marrying her in England (proximity eased the possibility for any future coup). However, such qualms could be eased via marriage treaties, and in fact, we know of the marital negotiations for Mary that took place in the late 1530s and throughout the 1540s, that an immoveable caveat HVIII tended to add was that Mary and a future spouse would renounce any claim to the throne of England, in writing (as this was often the appeal for the other party, most, with the exception of the Duke of Bavaria, which was closed for other reasons, ended in stalemate). Tl; dr I'm not really sure her prospects for marriage would've been much better off in any counterfactual where her first stepmother both remained Queen, and had a prince (which is one of the greatest ironies of the, alternately named, Aragonese/ Marian / White Rose faction of 1536...they schemed for the reinstatement and better circumstances of their Princess, which never really eventuated in any significant way [at least, arguably not in much greater luxury or attendance at court than she might've enjoyed in her acceptance of Anne as Queen], as she remained in that joint household with Elizabeth for several years, etc.)

Well, that's to assume Mary wouldn't have fought for the throne. She never fought for this against her half-brother by another stepmother, but she did signficantly defy him, and she never left England as she planned to do during his reign...which leaves us with a rather open question of how she would have survived once he assumed complete power in his majority and dissolved his regency council. We can never really know counterfactuals, and this one feels way too nebulous to even make any attempt of sketch, tbh. How many supporters would any Boleyn-Tudor prince have had? Elizabeth had a significant party by the time Mary took the throne, and they certainly made enough moves in her favor to unsettle and frighten the regime. Certainly, I cannot envision a Boleyn-Tudor prince revising the succesion to make Jane Grey his heir and disinherting his own sister, especially as Elizabeth would, in this scenario, be considered legitimate more universally (within England, at least).

#i'll link the relevant sources later if you're so inclined #heather123-fanblog #henry viii #mary i #counterfactuals

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This is really a meandering headcanon thing, but a P&P detail that I’ve been thinking about since ... approximately forever is the 12-year age gap between Darcy and Georgiana, and specifically: a) the reason for the age gap and b) the effect of that reason on the family.

It’s one thing to have a large age gap like that with a big sibling group, but it’s just the two of them, and Darcy emphasizes that he was an only child for a long time, so it doesn’t seem that there were other siblings between them who died in childhood, say.

The most obvious, and I think most common, explanation is that one of their parents had some sort of reproductive issue. Given that Lady Anne’s sister only has one child and these things can run in families, she’s the usual candidate. Maybe the problem had to do with conception, or maybe with carrying a fetus to term, who knows.

In either case, it could be that Darcy was born early in the senior Darcys’ marriage and they thought everything was fine at the time, and only realized afterwards that they’d been very lucky with him (but still, kept trying). Alternately, he might have been born after several increasingly anxious years and was welcomed with immense relief, and the lack of children for over ten years afterwards would only confirm how special his existence was.

I think the dynamic might be different depending on what the actual problem was. If the difficulty was in gestation rather than conception, Lady Anne probably had miscarriages—potentially one or more before Darcy’s birth, but almost certainly some (and quite possibly many) after it. If there were pregnancies before the one that resulted in him, then it’s possible that they didn’t actually expect that pregnancy to turn out any better, until it did.

This also makes the “engagement” between baby Darcy and baby Anne kind of interesting. Since they were in their cradles at the same time, they’re likely around the same age (one of Lady Catherine’s remarks implies IMO that Anne is slightly older, but it doesn’t really matter). That’s normally a minor detail. But if both Lady Catherine and Lady Anne had reproductive problems, then the births of two live children, at around the same time, might well have seemed pretty miraculous, and on top of that, it turns out that one is a boy and one is a girl. In this scenario, a lot of stars had to come into alignment to make that engagement happen at all.

And if the goal always was to unite the estates through Darcy and Anne’s marriage, that suggests that by this point, Lady Catherine did not expect to ever have a son, and possibly to ever have any children other than Anne. I mean, maybe she went through eighteenth-century childbirth once and was like “NEVER AGAIN” and Sir Lewis just went along with it. But I think it’s also possible that Anne was this miracle baby for Lady Catherine, that Darcy was the same for Lady Anne, and this deepened their conviction that it was Meant To Be.

(Note: Wickham mentions the rumors about Darcy and Anne marrying to prop up his Pemberley bona fides, which I think does suggest that it’s not all in Lady Catherine’s head, as is often suggested.)

Apart from that, I think the effect on Darcy himself is potentially intriguing and could vary depending on the particulars of what’s going on with Lady Anne. He wasn’t just the precious male heir, he was the precious only child, despite his father’s possible preference for young Wickham. If the trouble was with conception, it might well have seemed to Darcy like his mother’s pregnancy with Georgiana came out of nowhere and her entrance into his life was incredible.

On the other hand, if Lady Anne has had a bunch of miscarriages through his early childhood and possibly before it, by the time he’s twelve, he’s probably not expecting that this is going to end well, either, but then he has an actual living sister. For Darcy, the miracle baby is Georgiana.

Because Lady Anne is dead by P&P, seems to have been dead for awhile, and it seems likely enough that she had some vague health issue, it used to be pretty widely accepted that she died giving birth to Georgiana. We don’t actually know this and there were a lot of ways to die young or in middle age at the time, but it’s perfectly possible. However it happened, it does seem like Georgiana’s arrival into the family would have been a very big deal in the circumstances and that all this could contribute to Darcy’s immense affection for her.

(Of course, he could easily have resented her after being a coddled only child for 12 years and then having a new baby in the picture, esp if her birth also led to their mother’s death, but that’s not the kind of person he is.)

All of this is speculation, of course. I’ve also seen it suggested that the reason for the age gap is that Lady Anne and Mr Darcy simply stopped having sex after Darcy was born, and Georgiana is the result of an affair Lady Anne had much later. This is technically also consistent with canon and I do prefer an imperfect Lady Anne to an idealized maternal figure (esp since one of the only things we hear about her personality is Darcy’s implication that she was basically a good person but less amiable than his father). Once upon a time, I even wrote a Georgiana fic (unfinished, of course, and it’s not at AO3 iirc) with that premise.

There are other possibilities, too. That said, “Lady Anne and Lady Catherine had some genetically-linked health problem that interfered with pregnancy in some way” does make the most intuitive sense to me and I think is a more compelling story for Austen characters.

#someone on ao3 once said i obviously dislike lady anne bc i always write her as seriously flawed #ON THE CONTRARY this is an expression of my irrationally great love for her #whenever it was that she died i hope she lived long enough to see 12-y-o darcy holding baby georgiana ... ;_;#anghraine babbles #anghraine's headcanons #austen blogging #austen fanwank #lady anne blogging #literally and metaphorically!#fitzwilliam darcy #georgiana darcy #lady anne darcy #lady catherine de bourgh #mr darcy senior #anne de bourgh #long post #but it would have been longer if i got into all my headcanons about this >_>

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