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nonproblematicfave · 2 years

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Friendly Reminder ;; Ran Haitani

TW: smoking, mentions of violence FSK 18+ (in the future)

This is a fanfiction. I do not own Tokyo Revengers nor any music, brands, art etc. mentioned.

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┄ (Y/N) lives on the seventh floor in a high-rise, living a regular life. That is, until her first encounter with Ran Haitani, a member of Japan's most dangerous criminal organization. She didn't plan on seeing him again, but destiny had better plans.

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MASTERLIST : PART 1

"Last time was freaking hot, baby girl. We should do this more often."

I stubbed out the smoke from my cigarette, listening to the sleepy male's voice booming from the speaker on my phone.

I should lay off the one-night stands. And I should stop giving all these guys my number. Oh well, whatever. I was just trying to fill the void.

"Yeah totally," I half-heartedly agreed with him as I took off. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, staring out the window of my small apartment on the seventh floor of a high-rise somewhere in a bad neighborhood. I didn't know a single other soul in this building, although I had lived here for about five years.

I bet, they are all dealing drugs anyways. And I'm sure they stink too. You wouldn't enjoy that, (Y/N).

I took another drag, completely forgetting to continue listening to my lover from last week. I might as well hang up, but I needed an excuse. Quick!

"You're so cute. Listen, I have to go to work now. Ciao Bello."

"(Y/N)-" I hung up.

Thank god. I have to block his number.

I sighed and set the phone aside. I didn't have to work until late today, thankfully. Lucky me. I walked down the hall, across the creaky wooden floorboards, over to my couch, and plopped down on it.

I should stop smoking in here. I need to stop smoking in general. But that's probably what every smoker thinks. The truth is, they all say that, and then they keep doing it.

If it kills you, it's your fault.

I hated to blame myself. I really should quit smoking.

"Man!" I groaned in annoyance before reaching for the remote and turning on the dumb-people-box.

Oh great, the news. Murder, some more homicide, a bank robbery, the weather. Oh!

"The most dangerous criminal organization in Japan is on the loose. Detective Tanaka, how do you intend to proceed?"

"At the moment, the situation is quite difficult to handle. I would wait and see-"

Well, I wouldn't like to meet this ominous criminal organization- sorry, the most dangerous criminal organization in Japan, either.

"But you have to do something!"

Why don't you leave the man alone? The cops are never down to help anyway. At least as soon as it gets inconvenient for them.

I shook my head and philosophized whether the iced tea on my coffee table was still drinkable or already contaminated. The most dangerous criminal organization in Japan. I couldn't remember the name of this organization, even though it was mentioned in the news every other day.

I wonder what kind of people they are.

I mean, it was out of the question, that they were no nice guys. But that was my opinion, heavily influenced by the media. Yet, the fact that these guys were constantly killing people, dealing drugs, and running underground sex clubs may have played a not insignificant role in forming my opinion.

I turned the TV off, leaned my head back, and stared at my ceiling. I should paint. It was discolored yellowish-gray from all my smoking. I really should stop smoking in here. I also did not have a balcony despite living on the seventh floor. So I should quit smoking in general. This was going to be my last pack of tobacco.

Good plan, (Y/N). Keep it up. Maybe you will not be a total loser in the future.

My grandiose train of thought was interrupted by the ringing of my cellphone.

Shit, it's still in the kitchen.

I groaned again, annoyed, and stood up. My eyes went black, but only for a moment. Iron deficiency. Lovely. I rushed to the kitchen and answered the cell phone before the caller could hang up.

"Hello?"

"(Y/N), can you come early? The amount of customers is absolutely crazy today."

"How much earlier is early?"

"Right now?"

"Whew. Alright! But, tell them I will take plus fifty percent for the shift. Will be there in half an hour."

"Whatever, vulture!"

"Love you too, my sweet capitalist piggy!"

I hung up, groaning again in annoyance. My colleague was, thankfully, something like the love of my life, but a capitalist piggy, that is.

I want to go to bed.

Fortunately, I had already showered and gotten ready today. So I just had to change and leave. I worked in a sports store. Usually, it wasn't busy there. It's not like people buy new sports equipment every day. I put on my red and white striped uniform and slipped into my sneakers. Once again that day, I glanced over at the iced tea sitting on my coffee table and philosophized whether it was still drinkable.

Probably not.

"Alright, let's go, sweetie!" I liked to motivate myself to be a productive member of society in front of the mirror in my hallway. It worked out pretty well every time since I had to pay my rent and still had to pay off my car. I worked well under stress. That was meritocracy at its finest. Also, I had that enviable skill of gaslighting myself into an existential crisis, that would make me work even more efficiently.

So I left the house, got in the car, and headed for the sports store.

It looked like rain.

I parked my car in one of the staff parking spaces. After that, I made my way through the main entrance towards the office to let out my cash register and lock up my valuables before returning to the sales floor and looking for my colleague. However, in place of her, I saw a crowd of men talking loudly about baseball bats. A more suitable description of what I was encountering at the given moment would have been that they were almost bashing one another heads over baseball bats.

Anyway-

"Can I help you?" I asked as I walked by, suddenly having an uncomfortable amount of attention.

"As a matter of fact, yes," came the unexpected reply somewhere from behind me. I turned around and put on my typical salesman smile. However, my smile fell off my face rather quickly the second I saw the handsome, tall man with dyed hair and dreamy eyes facing me. He must have been something around my age. Although, that was not the reason for my small shock.

Why is he wearing a suit while the others look like schoolyard thugs?

"What can I do for you?", I asked, putting my smile back on.

The man in front of me eyed me for a moment that felt like an eternity, a tired smile on his lips that exuded just the right amount of arrogance to piss me off.

Before my irritation could show on the outside, the man raised a steel baseball bat and tilted his head almost innocently.

"Can you crash a full-grown man's skull with that?"

I blinked. Once, twice, ten times.

What the actual fuck?

"E-Ehm, I'm not sure I understood you correctly-"

"Mmm, I think you did."

I looked around the room for a moment. All the men, the man in front of me, the baseball bat in his hand, and his uninviting words. There was only one explanation for this. It was oh so obvious. A blind man could have seen what was going on.

"Oh! Hidden camera, right? Are you one of those guys on SociGram who does Social Experiments and fucks with people for fun?" I laughed. I laughed and laughed, but no one laughed but me. The man in front of me just smiled. The other ones didn't seem to bother.

"No, I'm scared I have to disappoint you."

I paused. Besides being terribly embarrassing, this situation was also extremely unsettling. This guy what scary. But maybe that was just how boys were. They all were scary pranksters.

Yeah, possibly. How would I know? He is pulling his prank to the bitter end, (Y/N). No worries. He is just playing.

"Okay, so, your question. Yep, I am positive that beating a full-grown man with this will do deviant, irreparable damage. If that is what you go for."

The man nodded with satisfaction.

"I am. Perfect. I'll pay by card."

I nodded as well and signaled him to follow me to the register. Admittedly, I almost ran there.

It is just a prank. It's all cool, (Y/N). He is joking and wants to scare you. That's all.

Once at the register, I scanned the item and took the credit card from the man who gave me the impression of watching my every move closely. Meanwhile, I glanced at the name written on his credit card.

Ran Haitani. Haitani... Haitani...

I waited until the payment was completed and handed the card back to him. His name said something to me, but I could not figure out why.

Haitani. I don't know.

Probably a content creator of some sort. Mentally, I shrugged and was about to withdraw my hand when Ran grabbed it and gave me the shock of my life. Judging by the width of his smile, he noticed it too.

Gosh, what is wrong with him?

"Our nice little meeting here stays between us, do you understand me?" he said calmly. I only nodded, perplexed. He held onto my hand. At this point, I was shivering.

"Understood?" he asked again.

"Yeah... Sure." Maybe it wasn't a prank after all. Perhaps, this was just a really shitty situation. There was no sign of my colleague. Also, staying here alone with all these creepy characters and that weird man called Ran Haitani was getting less and less appealing to me, too.

As long as he doesn't test the baseball bat on me right away-

"Good. I recommend you, with all my heart, to keep your promise. Because if you don't, the two of us will meet up and find out whether the baseball bat is doing its job or not." If I had not been on the verge of bursting into tears and never leaving the house again, I could have laughed at the sweet tone in his voice. But I was afraid. I felt a pathetic fear of death. To put it more philosophically, I felt like a fly caught in a spider's web, watching helplessly as the spider's hungry mouth closed around its defenseless body. I was frozen.

"Hey, Ran, leave her alone. She looks like she is about to cry. I don't think she will spill the beans or something." Another well-dressed man, slightly shorter than Ran, with a mullet approached Ran and eyed me narrowly. He was definitely right, and I was ridiculously grateful for his rescue effort. Ran and he exchanged hard-to-read glances before Ran finally let go of my hand and took a step back.

"All right, boys, let's go." A unanimous "yes" was echoing from the crowd of men before they headed towards the exit. The last look Ran Haitani gave me was probably meant to be something of a warning. At least it left me disturbed. Gosh, I was damn sure that I would see him in my dreams tonight.

"See you around!" he called out to me in a soft singsong voice. So incredibly contradictory with the look in his eyes.

"Goodbye," I croaked, watching him leave the building, following the crowd.

Maybe I shouldn't quit smoking after all.

Perhaps I should smoke even more.

And maybe I should move to a better neighborhood.

#tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo rev x y/n #tr #ran #ranhaitani #haitani x reader #haitani brothers #bonten #haitani ran #ran haitani #tenjiku #tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo manji gang #fiction.404

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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Hello!! I love your writing! Could it be possible to request Quackity with a s/o that does cosplay? Mostly done by hand, maybe they could’ve done a q!quackity or las nevadas quackity cosplay for shits and giggles

ooooo yeah of course! ; thank you for requesting and thank you for the compliment 🫶🫶

QUACKITY ; cosplayer partner

summary ; you cosplay, especially for your boyfriends SMP characters

warnings ; language

genre ; fluff

word count ; 404

masterlist

everytime you get into costume he can't help but stare at you in awe

"I can't tell if this is weird because you're dressed like a fictional version of me but I wanna make out with you"

"alex?"

lowkey obsessed with watching you take pictures and make tik toks and shit

he likes joining in on them as well for like weird fourth wall breaks LMAO

"I'm just like you!" "you're just like me!" "it's something anyone can seeeeeee"

literally spams your comments sections trying to hype you up

you're the only reason he uses tiktok

if you're hand making any props or anything in general, he's there to help

just don't give him the hot glue gun

he's one of those impulsive thoughts guys who sticks their finger into a little puddle of it to see their fingerprint but give themselves a second degree burn (me)

he thinks every little detail of your Las Nevadas Q is so fucking awesome

like it all makes complete sense and fits so well even though he never thought about it

don't get me started on QSMP Quackity either

from the ribbon on your arm for Tilin and even the slight remains of the wings, good lord he loves every little thing

going to a con? he's coming with

he's going as content creator quackity

wow he doesn't even have to dress up

but srsly he loves taking pictures with people and seeing everyone else's cosplays and shit

he'll post a photo to his Instagram story of you two at a con and be like "quackityception goes crazy"

I mean you're almost there!

dude if you're cosplaying anyone else on the qsmp he immediately has to show them like

"look who y/ns cosplaying!!"

genuinley shows you off because your creativity is so aspiring and amazing to him

you're on a whole nother level to him

if you need help with makeup he'll try and help you, but don't put a ton of faith in his hands, okay?

if you have people who edit you, he's all over them bro

every edit of you is SAVED

he's srsly your number one fan

always finding you audios to use too 🫶💔

if your cosplay clothes are safe to wash, he's doing it biweekly

if not, he'll find alternatives to not damage your stuff

honestly uses some of your q!quackity stuff as ideas for himself

and the fanartists go crazy

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #mcyt x gn reader #they/them reader #alex quackity x reader #quackity oneshot #quackityhq x reader

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queerliblib · 2 months

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what happened to the collections on queerliblib.overdrive.com? i saved the link to the nonfiction for black history month collection so i could look at it later, but now it's just a 404 error and the "collections" menu is blank!

hello! so those different categories you see pop up on the OverDrive website and in Libby like ‘In Translation’ or ‘Asexual Spectrum Representation’ are curated lists that we build from the collection. We can also only have a certain number of these lists published at one time, so we rotate a few out each month. non-fiction for Black History Month, and our valentines list, were cycled out so we could have space to post a list for Women’s History Month.

we’re sorry that caused some confusion/frustration! the good news though, is that all those books are still in our collection. you can browse just our non-fiction here, and keep an eye out for relevant titles like She Called Me Woman, Bayard Rustin: a Legacy of Protest & Politics, When they Tell You to be Good, The Famous Lady Lovers, Black Queer Freedom, & more

#if you want to come back to something from a list a few weeks later it’s probably safer to save the specific title than the whole list #thank you for asking #i’m sure you weren’t the only person caught by surprise #asks

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blubberquark · 3 months

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Are Game Blogs Uniquely Lost?

All this started with my looking for the old devlog of Storyteller. I know at some point it was linked from the blogroll on the Braid devlog. Then I tried to look at on old devlog of another game that is still available. The domain for Storyteller is still active. The devblog is gone.

I tried an old bookmark from an old PC (5 PCs ago, I think). It was a web site linked to pixel art and programming tutorials. Instead of linking to the pages directly, some links link led to a twitter threads by authors that collected their work posted on different sites. Some twitter threads are gone because the users were were suspended, or had deleted their accounts voluntarily. Others had deleted old tweets. There was no archive. I have often seen links accompanied by "Here's a thread where $AUTHOR lists all his writing on $TOPIC". I wonder if the sites are still there, and only the tweets are gone.

A lot of "games studies" around 2010 happened on blogs, not in journals. Games studies was online-first, HTML-first, with trackbacks, tags, RSS and comment sections. The work that was published in PDF form in journals and conference proceedings is still there. The blogs are gone. The comment sections are gone. Kill screen daily is gone.

I followed a link from critical-distance.com to a blog post. That blog is gone. The domain is for sale. In the Wayback Machine, I found the link. It pointed to the comment section of another blog. The other blog has removed its comment sections and excluded itself from the Wayback Machine.

I wonder if games stuff is uniquely lost. Many links to game reviews at big sites lead to "page not found", but when I search the game's name, I can find the review from back in 2004. The content is still there, the content management systems have been changed multiple times.

At least my favourite tumblr about game design has been saved in the Wayback Machine: Game Design Tips.

To make my point I could list more sites, more links, 404 but archived, or completely lost, but when I look at small sites, personal sites, blogs, or even forums, I wonder if this is just confirmation bias. There must be all this other content, all these other blogs and personal sites. I don't know about tutorials for knitting, travel blogs, stamp collecting, or recipe blogs. I usually save a print version of recipes to my Download folder.

Another big community is fan fiction. They are like modding, but for books, I think. I don't know if a lot of fan fiction is lost to bit rot and link rot either. What is on AO3 will probably endure, but a lot might have gone missing when communities fandom moved from livejournal to tumblr to twitter, or when blogs moved from Wordpress to Medium to Substack.

I have identified some risk factors:

Personal home pages made from static HTML can stay up for while if the owner meticulously catalogues and links to all their writing on other sites, and if the site covers a variety of interests and topics.

Personal blogs or content management systems are likely to lose content in a software upgrade or migration to a different host.

Writing is more likely to me lost when it's for-pay writing for a smaller for-profit outlet.

A cause for sudden "mass extinction" of content is the move between social networks, or the death of a whole platform. Links to MySpace, Google+, Diaspora, and LiveJournal give me mostly or entirely 404 pages.

In the gaming space, career changes or business closures often mean old content gets deleted. If an indie game is wildly successful, the intellectual property might ge acquired. If it flops, the domain will lapse. When development is finished, maybe the devlog is deleted. When somebody reviews games at first on Steam, then on a blog, and then for a big gaming mag, the Steam reviews might stay up, but the personal site is much more likely to get cleaned up. The same goes for blogging in general, and academia. The most stable kind of content is after hours hobbyist writing by somebody who has a stable and high-paying job outside of media, academia, or journalism.

The biggest risk factor for targeted deletion is controversy. Controversial, highly-discussed and disseminated posts are more likely to be deleted than purely informative ones, and their deletion is more likely to be noticed. If somebody starts a discussion, and then later there are hundreds of links all pointing back to the start, the deletion will hurt more and be more noticeable. The most at-risk posts are those that are supposed to be controversial within a small group, but go viral outside it, or the posts that are controversial within a small group, but then the author says something about politics that draws the attention of the Internet at large to their other writings.

The second biggest risk factor for deletion is probably usefulness combined with hosting costs. This could also be the streetlight effect at work, like in the paragraph above, but the more traffic something gets, the higher the hosting costs. Certain types of content are either hard to monetise, and cost a lot of money, or they can be monetised, so the free version is deliberately deleted.

The more tech-savvy users are, the more likely they are to link between different sites, abandon a blogging platform or social network for the next thing, try to consolidate their writings by deleting their old stuff and setting up their own site, only to let the domain lapse. The more tech-savvy users are, the more likely they are to mess with the HTML of their templates or try out different blogging software.

If content is spread between multiple sites, or if links link to social network posts that link to blog post with a comment that links to a reddit comment that links to a geocities page, any link could break. If content is consolidated in a forum, maybe Archive team could save all of it with some advance notice.

All this could mean that indie games/game design theory/pixel art resources are uniquely lost, and games studies/theory of games criticism/literary criticism applied to games are especially affected by link rot. The semi-professional, semi-hobbyist indie dev, the writer straddling the line between academic and reviewer, they seem the most affected. Artists who start out just doodling and posting their work, who then get hired to work on a game, their posts are deleted. GameFAQs stay online, Steam reviews stay online, but dev logs, forums and blog comment sections are lost.

Or maybe it's only confirmation bias. If I was into restoring old cars, or knitting, or collecting stamps, or any other thing I'd think that particular community is uniquely affected by link rot, and I'd have the bookmarks to prove it.

Figuring this out is important if we want to make predictions about the future of the small web, and about the viability of different efforts to get more people to contribute. We can't figure it out now, because we can't measure the ground truth of web sites that are already gone. Right now, the small web is mostly about the small web, not about stamp collecting or knitting. If we really manage to revitalise the small web, will it be like the small web of today except bigger, the web-1.0 of old, or will certain topics and communities be lost again?

#small web #blogging about blogging #link rot #bit rot #games studies

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diamondwerewolf · 5 months

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Some pikmin headcanons, super mundane edition:

- All of Olimar’s children are in someway named after fictional characters (from comics or old strategy board games) he has to pitch them very hard to his wife. Their middle names are zodiacs

-Louie is SUPPOSED to be wear contacts/glasses but always forgets to

-Olimar can speak more than one language, but usually only around his parents

-Sometimes photos of olimar as an adolescent are mistaken for his son. It doesn’t help that the hat he wears is the exact same one olimar had as a teenager

-olimar’s parents don’t like Tarrey. She doesn’t care.

-while they don’t make much, Tarrey has managed to curate a very lovely home. She’s immensely thrifty, an excellent craftsman, and a gardener. Her pride and joy is their backyard

-despite being a housewife, tarrey’s degree is in agriculture

-carrots are to hocotate what corn is to ohio. Or oranges to Florida

-based on what little view of hocotate we have, olimar’s family live on the planet’s desert coast. The town is situated around a critical collection of oasis ponds and lakes. Hocotate is the devil child you get when you cross Japanese mountain side with Nevada and Florida. The drive to the beach is a solid hour.

-the house is in Tarrey’s name. A wedding gift from her mother

-Louie likes to stay up late, which may be why he’s always late to work. He has never been on time, ever

-Louie drives a truck for now. He’s saving up for a new motorcycle…to replace the second one he wrecked popping wheelies on the interstate in the middle of the night with his friends. Despite being a goober he does wear good gear.

-yes Louie has friends

-Louis will drive for hours just to go do some dumb shit in another town, or satisfy a specific food craving

-Louie’s late mother was a cruise ship pilot. Which is why he got an easy job in space cruise cargo loading before working for hocotate freight

-most of Olimar’s alone time is in the family garage. He has an office of sorts set up there where he works, listens to music, or reads news. There’s a small computer desk and a shelf with his action figures and trinkets. There are barrels of scrap wood and various power tools.

-bulbie is based on a beagle, so he yodels instead of barks

-after establishing more of a relationship with olimar and his family, Louie comes and goes from the family home. Sometimes he's there to use the kitchen, the tools in the garage, or wash his clothes. He has his own fridge in the garage so Tarrey won’t kill him for eating food meant for the kids

-Louie can pick locks……

-olimar has very enthusiastically shared pictures and notes he’s taken on pnf-404. He’s shared some stories about his time with the pikmin. Though….has neglected to go into detail about being turned into a leafling as not to worry his wife. If she asks, his answers are vague

#headcanon #pikmin

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byizoyas · 11 months

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2023/byizoyas. — pls do not plagiarize or repost and claim as yours ! thank you very much :)

🎭 ❛ CURTAIN CALL ❜ ; — alhaitham x f!reader social media au written by byizoyas.

# ACT ONE ⋆ 06_ special one for stalker!!

taglist open ⋆ send an ask or a comment! :)

⋆ ☇ back to: prev. part ┊ series m.list ┊ general m.list ⋆ ☇ next part: error 404

[ a/n ] new update yayyy, missed writing it sm so here it is!! chapter 6, ik y’all are super understanding but im still srry for the delay, updates shall be back to a more regular schedule from now on ehe

𖥸 TAGGING: @dott8re @whipped-for-fictionals @starz222 @hakunonn @nqctre @theblueblub @mimichii @nnasv @amaruthine @imkaaayy @starlitsongs @arisaturn @thelonelyarchon @softlie @silvermah @mimooyi @sukunasrealgf @stellarlune-love @zomzomb1e @xiaossocksniffer @ssoliva [ bold usernames cannot be tagged for some reason, check your settings!! ]

as always, comments, reblogs or any other feedback is greatly appreciated.

#byizoyas.#🎭 – curtain call #alhaitham #alhaitham x y/n #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham smau #alhaitham fluff #alhaitham scenarios #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin smau #genshin scenarios #genshin college au #genshin fluff #genshin impact smau

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intoloopin · 1 month

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REASON: START is the first single album released by fictional south korean boy group LOOPiN on March 23rd, 2024 exclusively on digital. Physical copies of the album, if there will be any, are yet to open for pre-sale. New Wave Music has also released a note on their official social media clarifying that the songs won't be conventionally promoted on music shows or receive music videos.

[✓] : TRACKLIST

404 File Not Found (MINWOO SOLO)

Lost (TAESONG SOLO)

Ready To Fight (SEUNGSOO SOLO)

Black Mirror (HARUKI SOLO)

Forever Only (DYLAN SOLO)

Trust Yourself (O.Z SOLO)

Alien (GYUJIN SOLO)

24hour (HANJAE SOLO)

CoolAs (J.J SOLO)

She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not (HAEGON SOLO)

[✓] UN UNEXPECTED RELEASE WITH UNEXPECTED REACTIONS

Despite being teased since the beginning of the year, LOOPiN's single album was delayed constantly. An apparition on Dingo Music's Killing Voice on the 1st was promised to quick start the era's "real promotions", but that was soon followed by more weeks of silence; no teasers and no release date up until the unexpected Spotify upload of the entire album, which apparently wasn't communicated even to the group themselves.

Live Yapper Line reaction - fully back online now that J.J has reactivated his Instagram account. Haegon's caption translates to a plain and simple: 'boycott.'

Fan reactions, already extremely surprised and negative, have taken a turn for the worse after the member's took to social media do express their frustration: the hashtags #RespectLOOPiN and #NewWaveMusicExplain have been trending for the entire day, and fanbases have called for a boycott.

#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ discography .#&& ⠀ [ . . . ] hound on a hunt ⠀⸻ development .#fictional idol community #fake kpop group #kpop au #kpop fanfic #kpop oc

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jawritter · 2 years

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Yes Sir Kinktober 2022, ep. 3

Summary: A little alone time with your boss...

Warnings: 18 + Only, NSFW, Sir Kink, Oral (Male receiving), P & V, light hairpulling, Rough Smut. (It’s pretty much p*rn with a plot, so Mature audiences only.)

Word Count: 404

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Reader

A/N: This is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! Please do not copy my work! Feedback is golden. Sorry this one is posted a day behind schedule; work doesn’t like me lmao.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Fucking Beautiful,” Beau praised, and Y/N hummed happily around his cock as he trusts deep into her mouth and down her throat, causing her to gag slightly and for him to groan as her throat contracted around his swollen head.

“You like that don’t,” he continued, gripping her hair tightly, holding it back out of her face for her. “Choking on my cock like that.”

She hummed again and he groaned as his hips stammered before he pulled himself away from her harshly, and she whined at the loss.

“On your feet,” he growled as he stood sharply and kicked the chair out of the way.

She scrambled to her feet, and Beau roughly manhandled her around, before learning her over the desk and ripping her dress up to her waist and her panties to the side, rubbing his throbbing length against her dripping cunt, and she moaned pathetically as he grabbed a handful of her hair again, turning her face to the side.

“Want me to fuck you sweetheart, right here, on this desk, where anyone could walk in and see you stretched out all pretty and needy on my cock like this?” Beau questioned, and all she could do was moan in response as he slapped her ass hard enough to echo through the small office.

“Use your words baby girl,” he demanded, “or else I’m gonna leave you all wet and horny to go out there and finish the book, only one of us is gonna cum if you don’t learn to use your words, and it ain’t gonna be you.”

“Yes,” she squeaked as his fingers round her swollen clit, rubbing harshly before he slapped her pussy, sending a wet swatting sound throughout the room, and her pussy contracting and releasing around nothing.

“Excuse me? Yes, what? Where are your manners Darlin’?”

“Yes Sir,” she corrected, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear, and knowing he would absolutely send her back out there a mess without fucking her, and God, she needed him to fuck her.

“Good girl,” he growled, slamming his full length into her clinching heat in one swift thrust, his hand coming over to cover her mouth to stop the scream from echoing through the room as she damn near fell apart on just his intrusion. “Now, be a good girl and be quiet for me. It'd be a shame if we got caught in here.”

Forever:

@as-lost-as-sams-shoe

@jensenslady79

@wittysunflower

@spnwoman

@stoneyggirl2

@unabashed-lover-of-fictional-men

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