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Hype Train!

F! Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 1~

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!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: lots of boring tech talk(sorry i nerd out sometimes and i wanted to show his thought process for his intro) yandere, f!reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, stalking, internet stalking, lewd comments not from ML, edit: sorry! i forgot to tag NONCON EXHIBITION!!! omg that’s probably huge. i am so sorry!!!

He is always looking for smaller streamers to raid, to bring in his moderately sized and very active audience to someone who may often only get about 5-10 people.

Today, he picked you. Your cute little VTuber model already having captivated him. He looks up your sinsta first, and sees your selfies. You somehow look just like your tuber!

You’re so cute.

He clicks “raid now”, and says to shower you in love!

As soon as the alert goes off for the raid, so does a long line of follower alerts. “Wh-what?! OMG! Thank you so much!!! Welcome to my stream! how was yours? if you have to raid and run, go eat and sleep pleasantly!”

Oh goodness, you sound cute. You even cared about him without knowing him, sure he knows it’s just polite for streamers to say those things. But coming to him in your adorably sugary voice, he instantly believes you really care.

While he’s watching the swaying of your adorable little avatar on screen, he’s imagining the movements in your actual face behind the camera.

“Oh my! im so sorry, uh-” Your mic picks up your ferocious typing, and your sudden shock snap him back to the moment,“I forgot to shout you out, Jasper!”

His name rolling off your tongue sounds so perfect, as if he’s been waiting to hear it that way his entire life.

He springs into action, realizing you have no mods, lithe fingers dancing across keys swiftly and with new purpose, “No worries! Tysm for the SO!! also, i can mod for you, if you want!😊”

You beam behind your screen, “Oh! i could never ask that of you! maybe if you’re here again next time!”

Of course he will be. You don’t know that though.

“O-m-gee! Thank you all soooo much for the hype train!!! level 5?! i’ve never even had a level three!! this is crazy!”

God you’re cute when you’re so excited.

He has your selfies from sinsta pulled up in front of him as he listens deeply to you speak.

You’re so thankful, and so, so sweet…

You must be so innocent.

You’re at the very least naive, and he’d hate to just leave you to be eaten up by this cruel, cruel world…

He must get to you first.

Your stream ends a few hours later, his followers stayed the whole time to shower you in love.

He knows he’s got a lot of simps… They’d do anything he tells them to.

You though, you’ve had the most fun streaming that you’ve ever had so far! And that payout this month is really gonna help, they gave so much!

On your dipcord you see a new friend request, it’s him! You add him without a second thought, always looking for more streamer friends.

within seconds you receive a dm from him, “Want to VC?”

“Sure!” you respond, full of excitement. Something in your gut roils, you feel so nervous but your excitement overrules your body’s initial warning.

When you shouted him out you saw his own Vtuber, and heard his melodic voice, your face warms at the thought.

He calls and you answer after long seconds that feel like minutes of deep breathing, and hyping yourself up.

“How are you feeling, Y/Username, you had a pretty productive stream,” Jasper’s voice is even softer than in his clip, your stomach turns to a fluttering tangle of knots.

“Oh! haha,” you giggle, “only thanks to you!”

His heart melts in response.

“You were why the viewers stayed, don’t sell yourself short,” as he speaks he’s sifting through your public scocials.

He has noticed one older woman with her real name as her username that follows you on every single account. He continues down this path through the web. She has pictures with you, confirming that she’s your mother in the descriptions. she has her state tagged on flapbook.

That narrows it down as long as you didn’t move too far.

On your own socials you often have pictures of flowering trees near red bricks. And in one Selfie a street sign is reflected in your dark shades…

He floogle maps it, then goes into street veiw, there’s a couple red brick houses, but there’s also a red brick apartment complex right around the corner with magnolia trees…

He smiles as his fingers find his lips idly zoning out slightly.

You’re only a few hours flight away from him there…

“Jasper?” Your timid voice pulls him back.

“Yes, pretty,” He says in a low groan, “Can I follow your private?”

You blush fiercely, “Ye-Yeah! o-of course,” you’re so glad he can’t see you right now, your face completely buried in your hands.

You open your phone and go to sinstagram, he sent you a follow request and already followed your public streaming account.

You smile to yourself bashfully, tucking stray strands behind your warming ears.

He sees there are a few live cameras connected in the apartment buildings.

“Hey, this is a random question, but do you have a cat cam? i do, and i saw you have a cat on your public…” He asks, hoping to sound inconspicuous.

“Y-yeah! i do, wanna exchange kitten pics?” you laugh feeling more comfortable, he’s got a cat too! You can’t help but love cat dads…

“Always! and do you have protection on it?” he can already see that only a couple of the cameras don’t have any sort of blocker on them in these buildings. He’s almost disappointed.

There… “How cute…” He finds the one with live footage of your cat just as pictured sleeping on it’s giant plant shaped cat tree across the room.

“You mean like the warranty? Y-yeah! I paid for the 2 year…” You try to keep calm…

He sees a few creeps are already connected to your cam.

He easily follows their trail, typing away on his loud mechanical keyboard. The sound of it soothes you, you end up closing your eyes for a second.

“Oh no- You paid?” he sighs in frustration, not at you though. At whatever store took advantage of you. “This brand comes with a free two year when you buy it…” Shit. he misspoke. He isn’t supposed to know the brand.

You don’t consciously notice.

“For real?! I had no idea!!” You’re almost as frustrated. That was like thirty bucks you didn’t even have to spend.

He can’t help the small enamored smile that creeps across his face.

“Next time you want to buy something techy lemme know. I’ll make sure you get the most for what ya pay an all that… But, back to my question- I meant what kind of firewalls do you have on your router, do you use two-factor authentication on the camera?” He knows you don’t have either, but he’ll tell you what to do to start protecting yourself from these animals.

One of the connected IPs is a live cam website that nobody signs up to be on…

The comments on you from just walking in front of it sometimes are lewd and disgust him.

“I hope she walks by today, sigh…”

“She’s so hot… I wish she’d take those panties off more often though…”

“I saw the side of her ass again yesterday. looks so good, god i want to taste her…”

“I’d fuck her so good, better than whoever that ugly fucker is that comes over sometimes…”

“That guy’s so lucky…”

His face is twists in a deeper and deeper disgusted scowl the more he reads, he almost ignored the comments about a guy visiting you.

Almost.

His blood boils.

“I-I didn’t know you need stuff like that… I mean it just faces my cat’s tree anyway! hah…” You giggle more nervously again, feeling a little creeped out by the thought of someone accessing it. Do you walk by sometimes? You realize you do…

“Lemme help you.” He says almost too eagerly. Save it, he thinks quickly. “I-, I like to make sure the people around me are safe at least.”

“That’s so nice of you!! but, I don’t want to ask too much of you, I’m sure i could floogle how to myself!” You sound determined, it’s adorable, and his face softens immediately.

“Nah, it’s seriously no problem, we’re already talkin’ righ’now, an it’ll just take one sec. Promise.” You can hear the smile in his soft voice and feel more at ease again.

“Okay! if you say so, thanks so much, Jasper!”

“Mm,” He can’t help the quiet groan from hearing his name exit your lips, “‘course” He begins the process with you, and makes sure you check the “log out of all other locations” box. of course his doesn’t disconnect though.“I’ll keep you safe from now on.” His words carry a weight that you can feel. Your heart pounds.

“Thank you. I feel better already knowing my cat’s safe!”

You’re more worried about your cat than yourself.

You’re so pure

“Like i said, ‘s no problem. Come to me for whatever you need technologically.” God he hopes you do. He continues typing, working on sending his homemade virus to all these sickos that have gotten to see more of you than they deserve. “I’ll protect you from now on…”

“You-uh- S-sound like you work a lot!” You try and change the topic, your heart flipping over inside you.

“Hmm?” His rumbling voice keeps sending chills throughout your body.

“Oh! sorry, I can hear you typing on your keyboard, what are those? lubed yellows? They sound so nice…” Your face warms, a little embarrassed.

“Mhmm,” He practically moans again, you shiver, “glad you know your switches. They’re my favorite.”

“Could you show me how to lube mine sometime?”

Now it’s his turn with a warm, reddening face, hearing your voice say lube is making him think of anything but keyboards. He idly plays with his lip again, tugging it up with his teeth.

“how ‘bought I do it with you,” You shudder, not knowing, but directly feeling his hidden implications.

You sigh through your nose hoping he doesn’t hear.

He does.

He smiles, ecstatic with the knowledge that you got what he meant.

“Hey, Y/username, I have a little bit of work to do righ’now, can I call you t’morrow?”

“Of course! and it’s Y/N”

He beams, “have a nice evening, Y/N” His voice smooths even more than it already was. He’s barelyy above a whisper speaking into his mic, and straight into your ears.

The effect it has is… A little bit maddening.

“You too,” you speak up with a soft and shaky voice, “see ya later, Jasper” he can tell you’re at least a little aroused by him.

He bites his lip, feeling the tug on his snake bites.

After you hang up, he doesn’t have to wait even a second before the next call is answered:

“Sup Jazzy,” he’s used to hearing his own voice, but it’s always weird coming from another “person”.

“Sup Devvy, how’re you an Issac?”

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rookthorne · 11 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟

To rule the underworld took an iron fist, and it was easy to make your will known, but just this once, a soft touch — a gentle word, would get you what you wanted.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ֎ Artist!Bucky Barnes x Mafia!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ֎ 2.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ֎ Fluff, Shy!Bucky ჻჻჻ TROPES: Meet Cute

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 ֎ Oh, this was some of the most fun I have had writing. ֎ If you recognise the Goddess on the right in the moodboard, you know my plans already. ֎ Thank you to all who hyped me up on this, and I am not sorry for how self-indulgent this is. I hope you enjoy.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ֎ She Wolf by Shakira ֎ Confident by Demi Lovato

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ֎ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟭 — Sculptor AU — Masterlist ֎ @mcukinkbingo 𝗚𝟰 — Meet Cute — Masterlist

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“That will be all, gentlemen.”

Men scurried from the table at your dismissal, leaving the conference room empty and bare, aside from slips of paper and empty glasses left in their wake. It was a relief – after the past four hours, your patience had been tested almost beyond what you could endure. “Fucking men,” you spat, a snarl on your lips.

A heavy exhale whistled past your lips, and you swirled the last of your drink in your glass, and then slammed it back with a wince. Three knocks sounded on the heavy doors, and you rolled your eyes. “I said it’s over–get ou- Oh.”

“I figured you’d appreciate seeing a friendly face.”

You stared at the intruder for a moment, taking in the pressed suit and slicked back blond hair, neat beard, and bright, calculating blue eyes. “You’re right,” you sighed, pinching your brow. “How are you, Steve? Or should I call you Nomad–is this business?”

“Nah,” Steve said, smiling. You watched him take the seat to your right, his hands clasping together and resting on the table. “Here on pleasure actually.”

A snort of laughter escaped before you could compose yourself, and you raised a brow. “Is that so?”

Steve grinned and shook his head, pulling his phone out of his suit pocket. “My best friend, you remember him–Bucky?”

You casted back for a moment, the memory of the built and muscled artist that Steve gushed about to no end filled your mind’s eye – long hair, handsome features, and the sweetest and most shy disposition, one that made you want him more than anything else. Bucky had been in your sights for the longest time. “Yeah, I do. Why?”

“His latest exhibition has been a hit, and I was wondering if you’d come?” Steve asked, handing you his phone that was open to a webpage of the high end gallery down the block. “He’s asked about you, actually.”

Surprise gripped you in its claws, and it must have shown on your face if Steve’s smirk was anything to go by. “Why would your best friend be asking about lil’ ol’ me, Rogers?”

“Oh, c’mon,” Steve groused, taking his phone back. “You know why.”

“Enlighten me.”

The eye roll you received in return made you laugh, but Steve opened his mouth to continue, “Bucky saw you at the last gala, or something. You captured his attention.”

“And you’re telling me he’s asked about me because–?”

“Because I want you to get out of your damn office and out there,” Steve said, shrugging. “There’s no ulterior motive here, whatsoever.”

“I’ll believe that the day hell freezes over.” The glass in your hand thudded against the surface of the table, and you rose from your chair, your pant suit falling neatly into place and concealing your shoulder holster – not before Steve saw it, however.

“You’re still carrying?”

“No shit, Sherlock,” you snorted, stretching to the ceiling. “You expect the head of the Mafia to walk around unarmed just because she’s a woman?”

“No,” Steve cut in, his hands raised slightly. “I just thought since you have two hunks at the door, you would embrace your… feminine side.”

“Oh, fuck off,” you laughed, shoving Steve on the shoulder as he sniggered. “Let me get ready, and you can take me as your plus one.”

Steve saluted and strode out of the conference room, leaving you alone to your thoughts. You lingered at the head of the table, your hand running over the back of your chair, stuck in a vicious spiral.

For months now, you had wondered and thought about the shy artist, and, given the fact that the Adonis of a man was so damn shy, you’d kept your distance out of respect for Steve and their friendship. But here Steve was, strolling into your office – one of the very, very few people who could even make it to your floor without interception from any of your men (and women) – asking you to attend an evening at said artist’s gallery.

It made no damn sense. And for a woman quick on your feet, it drove you mad – there was an ulterior motive, Steve was crafty like that, but what exactly was it?

“Madness, it is,” you muttered aloud. “Fucking madness.”

What was wrong with playing the role of the she-wolf intent on hunting the lamb?

Nightfall had approached quickly in your anticipation, and you waited in the back of your car while your guards drove to the venue. Forgoing tradition, you wore a different suit, dark in colour with a slight shimmer in the fabric – big enough to hide your concealed sidearms, and warm enough to make sure you didn’t freeze in the chilled Brooklyn night air.

You shuffled up in your seat, and rested a hand on the driver and your head guard’s shoulder. “Jamie, darling, drop me and park the car. I’ll be fine with Ari.”

“Ponyatoy,” James replied, nodding once. “I will find you in the main hall.”

“Sounds good,” you affirmed, squeezing the muscle of his shoulder once, before turning to Ari. “Hear that, handsome? You’re up.”

Ari chuckled. “You betcha.”

The car came to a stop and Ari swung out of his seat, the blinding flashes of bulbs and cameras and spotlights of his open door not a surprise. “Good luck,” James said quietly, looking at you through grey, watchful eyes. “Do not let them ruffle you.”

“‘Course not,” you replied, smiling. “I’m the Queen of an Empire, darling.” The door opened and the roar of the crowd deafened you for just a second.

James huffed a laugh and faced forward once more, and you slid out of your seat to face the awaiting vultures. The car sped away behind you, and you stood tall, allowing Ari to take the lead and direct you through the doors and away from the press.

The sprawling gallery was swarming with rich guests – designer gowns and CEOs far as the eyes could see, while statues and sculptures and paintings lined the walls and set patterns over the floor, interspaced with waiters carrying champagne trays. “My God,” you breathed, taking it in with Ari standing at your shoulder. “It’s the lion’s den.”

“And you’re the Queen. Remember that, love,” Ari mumbled, his gaze darting around and watching the crowd.

“Always my saviour,” you whispered, leaning up on your heels to kiss him on the cheek. “Now, let’s find Nomad before-”

“You called?” Steve said suddenly, his voice over your other shoulder.

Ari laughed and shook Steve’s hand, breaking character just for a second before resuming his usual stance; brooding, and menacing.

“We’re fine to use names here,” Steve said lowly, leaning in slightly. “No one here knows what I am, they don't know shit. Well, except for Buck–kind of.”

“It astounds me that he is cool with it,” you mused, smirking. It gave you hope for your plans. Lowering your voice, you continued, “Being my best hitman comes with its own fame, after all, darling.”

Steve laughed and rubbed the back of his neck – the movement made your stomach flip. “Wait, he doesn’t know that part?”

“No, but he knows I work… in the underground?” Steve offered sheepishly, his eyes narrowing. “But it doesn’t matter, he knows I work for big names–it’s how he knows of you specifically.”

“Oh my god, Rogers,” you sighed. Ari raised a brow and made no comment. “Alright, at least he knows I’m not exactly innocent–Queen of the underworld, you know, such a prestigious title.” The words came out in a sarcastic huff, and you turned to look at the front doors where James was just striding in. “Ah, here he is.”

James came to stand next to Ari, offering Steve a subtle nod and a heated, lingering glance, of which Steve returned. “Enough heart eyes, you two,” you cut in, and the both of them stared at you sharply – you just shrugged. “Care to give me a tour, Stevie?”

“Yes, your highness,” Steve sighed, bowing and offering his hand. “Right this way, m’lady.”

You laughed and took his hand, walking arm in arm from sculpture to painting, mingling with the rich folk seamlessly. James and Ari tailed you both, just within reach and shadowing every move.

“This one,” Steve started, pointing at an intricately made sculpture against the wall and lit up by three spotlights – a centrepiece if you ever saw one. “It’s one of Buck’s favourites, he worked on it for months.”

“It is stunning,” you said, voice awestruck as you took in the angular planes of the medium. “I would love to have it in my office.”

“Who knows,” Steve ventured, looking at you with a playful smirk on his lips. “You could commission him.” His gaze ventured back to the room at large, and you watched his eyes light up when he fixed onto something in the crowd. “And talk of the devil. Buck!”

Your eyes darted towards the approaching figure – a dark blue button up hugging his chest, and black slacks that hugged his thighs, dress shoes gleaming and his hair, longer than when you saw him last, was tucked behind his ears.

The she-wolf in your chest perked and eyed the lamb with interest, her gaze heated and possessive. Bright eyes met yours, and you smirked, tilting your head back only slightly to appraise him, and the move caused a light flush to dust his cheekbones.

“Buck, it’s good to see you, punk,” Steve greeted, pulling Bucky into a hug. You sidestepped and flicked your fingers subtly – the sign for your guards to step closer. The overwhelming urge to be framed between them and show the lamb you were a powerful Queen took hold.

Amidst the show of power, Steve turned to you and grinned, offering your name.

You met Bucky’s gaze and smiled, showing your teeth. “It’s good to meet you, Bucky, officially,” you purred, offering your hand to shake. To your utter surprise, in his silence, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on the back of it. “Oh, and chivalrous too–Steve, darling, he’s mine now.”

Bucky spluttered and took a step back, his hand flying to the back of his neck with a nervous smile on his lips, his focus flickering between you and the gleaming floor at his feet. “It’s good to meet you finally, too,” he said quietly. “Thank you for coming–I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Oh, Pup,” you cooed, and Bucky blushed furiously red. Ari snorted quietly behind you, covering it with a cough. “Of course I’m here, Steve speaks highly of your skills and mastery, and I can see why.”

The look Bucky shot Steve could have melted gold with its heat, and you chuckled. “Never mind, darling,” you said soothingly, but it only made Bucky blush even redder. Poor thing, you thought. “Come, give me a tour.”

Without waiting for a response, you hooked your arm through his, and pulled him along, ignorant of his stumbling footsteps. The two of you did a few laps of the gallery, still arm in arm, while Ari and James trailed behind – their presence not seeming to bother Bucky in the slightest.

“Pup,” you said slowly, staring at the side of his face. “Tell me about yourself, darling.”

Bucky blanched slightly, a small hesitant falter in his step as he navigated the crowds with ease. “I, uh- Well, I grew up in Brooklyn-”

“Oh, no, not that, Pup,” you cut in, shaking his arm slightly, and he glanced at you, eyes narrowed slightly and brow furrowed. “Tell me about your art–why do you make these masterpieces?”

A rosy blush bloomed up from under the collar of his shirt, and you filed that information away for later – a weakness for praise, interesting, you thought victoriously.

“Because I’m using my hands to create something beautiful–bringing to life something new, unique, and it makes me happy, I guess,” Bucky rambled, his hand pointing at various works.

“I love it,” you marvelled, smiling at him – eyes glinting with the intent to consume; leave nothing in your wake. Bucky returned your smile, his gaze innocent and sweet.

The night wound down with plenty of champagne. When it came time to leave, you smiled at Bucky and pulled him into your side, your heels giving you an advantage. Leaning close, you kissed his cheek. “Such a handsome boy,” you cooed, revelling in the way Bucky’s eyes widened and stared at his feet, but he didn’t push you away. “I will see you again soon, Pup. Keep up the beautiful work.”

“Bye,” Bucky whispered hoarsely, eyes flicking up to meet your heated stare only briefly. You made your way down the stairs, blowing a kiss to Bucky over your shoulder.

A looming presence to your side caught your attention, and you looked over to see James stalking towards you, having sent Ari to fetch the car earlier. “You seem to have an eye for the artist,” James muttered, bringing you to the curb and standing closer to lend you his body heat in the chilly night. “It was interesting watching you make the poor boy flustered.”

“Wasn’t he sweet,” you whispered, leaning into James’ side. “I like him.”

“Ni khrena,” James retorted, and you slapped him on the shoulder.

The car pulled up in front of you, and James opened the back door for you, ushering you in. Silence fell as Ari pulled away from the curb and into the night, the streets twisting and turning as he drove you home.

The plush comfort of the back seat enveloped you as you leant back, reclining in thought of bright eyes and perfect, nimble hands – it was then you decided that you would pull out all the stops.

You wanted Bucky, more than you could have realised, and dammit all, you would have him. The hunt had begun.

ponyatoy = understood ni khrena = no shit

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demonslayedher · 2 months

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A messy ramble about sword decor

Kimetsu no Yaiba was sleeping on menuki, man.

That came back to mind today while visiting a museum exhibit of very fancy sword mountings (like so), because I am me and admiring very realistic metal insects and tiny metal carvings of Tale of Heike battle scenes will always come back to my fandom brain rot. The menuki specifically were on my mind because they are decorative pieces on the handles that hide the mekugi, which are key structural elements--pegs where the handle is attached to the blade, and where some might say a soul is put into a sword.

And, a few years ago while KnY hype was at its height, I heard some people who seemed to try to talk down the hype, saying, "the swords don't even have mekugi! Those aren't real Japanese swords!" Which means a lot to most non-nerds, I'm sure.

True, a lot of the Nichirin-to don't include visible pegs in their design, which you could argue is just because they are covered up with other wrappings on the handles. But realism really isn't a concern since Sanemi and Shinobu would probably constantly stabbing themselves with those tsuba.

So anyway!! The tsuba! The handguards and what they say about the characters is a very, very nice touch, and I love wondering if the swordsmiths designed those fully based on their own imaginations and perhaps what crows told them about the kids (like "he was a charcoal farmer" or "he's a Rengoku") or if the swordsmen got any chance to put in their own requests on the regular ("I was a charcoal farmer, I don't know what to ask for" or "Sabito had one like this"). It's also fun to see the creativity involved in creating the scabbards for unique swords like Shinobu's and Iguro's.

But we can do so much mooooore!

I love the simplicity of the Nichirin-to. They are elegant and purposeful, with engravings being earned and standardized. But they are also beautiful, and the general idea must be "if those swordsmen are putting their lives on the line, we will give them powerful tools, but they might as well get to enjoy something decorative for the rest of their likely short life." The menuki would have been such an opportunity for this, though the details would be hard to spot in both anime and manga format. So instead I just want to ponder the possibilities.

Shinobu:

I was very inspired by all the metal inlay bugs and the butterfly motifs I saw today. I love the elegant engraving on the scabbard, and that her tsuba takes part of the traditional Shippou (Seven Treasures) pattern to make a vague butterfly shape. But I also saw one today that have a wisteria shaped menuki (and other bug motifs!!). But also, knowing her, she might be pleased to have a decorative little fish tucked behind the cords.

Sanemi:

I LOVE THE VIOLENT PINWHEEL. What a whimsical way to express wind! Speaking of bugs, why not give him a rhinoceros beetle, symbolic of fighting spirit? After all, I even saw realistic little snail ones today, anything goes. And while we're thinking wind--

Rengoku:

Wind chime??? Even the balloon flower pattern like was on the wind chime in that scene makes a lovely metal engraving pattern on other mountings on the scabbard. Totally unrelated, but today I say a brand of tangerines called "Shiranui" (the same name as the First Form of Flame Breath) for sale at the store, so heck, why not an apricot theme somewhere too? Orrrrrr you can also work with a "heart" theme to compliment all the flames. Oh, speaking of hearts--

Mitsuri:

Mitsuri's tsuba might look like four hearts, but this is actually an uncommon but traditional spin on a cherry blossom motif. Aside from all the possible ways you play with a cherry blossom motif, the traditional "inome" protective pattern is nowadays considered romantic because it looks like an upside-down heart. There's a lot of nice ways of using that shape, like a window in the a tsuba, or in her case, maybe to frame some other pattern used as part of an engraved piece. Speaking of "inome" though--

Inosuke:

"Inome" means "boar's eye," though it looks more like a boar snout. Kanamori could have done all kinds of things with this motif, or even used little boar-shaped menuki! Not that any of those efforts would have mattered.

Iguro:

Clearly the snake theme could be used a lot, but why not be more creative? He's actually a pretty sensitive dude, and my read on him is that he seems to like scenes that imply "purity," partly because he ses himself as so tainted and doesn't dare taint anything pure. Nature motifs like snow, or the elegant snow-moon-flowers triple motif suit his poetic soul nicely, and snakes are considered a water element (makes sense that his Breath stems from Water Breathing), so some water related theme could work too. In this same vein, snakes are generally considered as much as water element as dragons, so giving him a dragon item would also fit just fine with a snake theme.

Himejima:

Hard to think of this one in the same way as the others, but I'm sure there are methods for decorating it. Like, what does he even use as a scabbard? Maybe he has a nice strong brocade or woven cord for wrapping up the chains? There are so many ways you could work in Buddhist themes for him, especially the six characters used to write "Namu Amida Butsu" (but that's already all over his haori). There's gotta be good themes out there (both of Buddhist origin or general Japanese folk and/or poetic culture) to play on the idea of "strength." Oh heck, just give him a little Benkei-related motif, or a motif related to a famous demon slayer of the past.

--ON THAT NOTE--

Wouldn't it be cool if, like there are "Tale of Heike" themed menuki, there were menuki celebrating famous moments in Corp history? Maybe it was suddenly very popular to make menuki of Uzui vs Gyutaro once that momentous battle occurred? Uzui would love that. You could also have more subtle history, like motifs shaped like The Marks, which the swordsmiths have maintained in their traditions without knowing why certain symbols became associated with certain Breaths. If Yoriichi hadn't been disgraced, he probably would have been a common theme too.

Uzui:

ALL THE DECOR, but what about fireworks all over the shiny lacquer? Or the scene in Tale of Genji in which Genji stands in a storm at the beach (a hidden reference to the names of each of Uzui's wives)?

Muichiro:

GINKGO LEAVES, MAN. And the moon because it would be ironic.

Tanjiro:

What if he had a little SUNSHINE on a simple menuki?? Something nice and understated! Or even his fox mask!!! Or--oh, oh, oh---

Giyuu:

WHAT IF THEY HAD MATCHING FOXES

Also, it would be very nice if there was some useful of the waves and clouds pattern on the metal pieces of his scabbard.

Zenitsu:

There's already a lot of lightning and triangle on this sword, and I like how his matches Kaigaku's. I could see this being a situation of Zenitsu getting his sword polished and using the opportunity to ask for any number of cute and auspicious decorations and being flat out told, "no, this is what Thunder Breath swords look like."

Kanao:

Freaking flowers everywhere, but I also saw a crest today that had three butterflies in a circle around a flower, and it was repeated all over the sword, especially the lacquer of the scabbard. Wouldn't that be a cute reference to the sorts of people who inspired her to learn Breath technique and then sneak off to the Final Selection?

Genya:

He has such a very typical straightforward tsuba you'd actually see in real life. You one of the menuki themes I saw today? One one side, it is a "speedy demon" running off with a stolen stupa (which has the relics of Buddha inside), and on the other side, a Buddhist protective deity running after the demon with a sword. WHAT A FUN PAIR. Something like this would be such a cool way to reference his reliance on the Nenbutsu for Repetitive Action, too. But give that deity a glock.

I realize that a lot of this is very casually referencing motifs and hidden cultural details I've referenced elsewhere in various posts throughout this blog. I am far, far too lazy to go link those. Hopefully they're all properly tagged as "KnY Nerdery." Anyway, since you've come this far, here is an obligatory "SWORD BABY" photo because I always like photos when I get to hold tamahagane.

LOOK, A BABY SWORD, ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL???

#SWORDS SWORDS SWORDS #kny nerdery

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thesoleilla · 3 months

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I've seen your work on Chuuya x Reader, and it's so sweet. Could you do the Chuuya comforting reader who is very afraid of going to the doctor? The reader is stubborn and still doesn't want to go to the doctor, but Chuuya still insists on bringing her to a doctor, and maybe he uses a little bit of force. Thank you.

But I don't wanna go to the doctor! Chuuya x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: God this is old, picked it up like a year after, sorry I swear I'll work on my requests...someday

"This was pretty darn good, wasn't it?" Chuuya said, as you both left the movie theater

"Yeah, I wondered what all the hype was about, and now I know why, the Barbie movie is awesome!" You kept rambling on and on about the movie as you both left the theater.

But as soon as you passed through the door, a cold breeze hit you, surprising you heavily; you did leave the theater quite late after all...

However, Chuuya noticed instantly as you started shivering from the pretty strong wind, and he immediately started giving you his coat.

Except you knew he had an important mission tomorrow, and besides, you were tired of him always looking out for you! He needed to care about himself too!

"No no, it's fine, keep it on, I'll be fine!"

Long story short, you were not.

Yes, you had managed to get him to keep his coat on, which did take him repeatedly calling you stubborn for a while but it was worth it, you could show him wrong and exhibit that you could take care of yourself on your own!

....except you couldn't, and were now stuck in bed as Chuuya stayed home to care for you.

"Please, Chuuya, I swear I'm gonna be okay! Just go to work, I can care for myself..." the reoccuring coughs weren't helping with your credibility, to say the least.

Chuuya sighed, slowly getting tired of your persistance, "I'm taking you to the doctor"

You frowned, your eyes widening as you got more confident in your denial, "What? No...I am not going to the doctor..." You looked down to the floor, not knowing how to convince him. "Just...please...I.. don't wanna go there"

He frowned at your sudden display of panic, worrying "What's wrong with going to the doctor?"

You mumbled under your breath, looking around the floor in order to find something more interesting to dissociate about "This...this is going to sound silly. It's just..I've been afraid of doctors ever since I was a kid and...since I kept avoiding it it just...kept getting stronger"

Chuuya rubbed his eyebrows together, grunting in frustration before picking you up in his arms. "We're going to the doctor, whether you like it or not."

And after a ten minute walk of you complaining and Chuuya stating he won't even let you down because, "you're too sick to walk on your own" you got to the doctor. Instantly, as you noticed you were approaching the institution, your body started shivering on his own, though, Chuuya being here did help in calming you down.

But in the end, as he held your hand throughout all the steps, in the end it wasn't so scary as you thought. And slowly but surely, you finished the check-up, getting diagnosed with a mild cold, the doctor stating that there was no reason to be worried.

"See? I told you it wouldn't be that bad!"

"And I told you it wasn't anything major!"

"Whatever..."

A/N lmao this is so ooc help like all of these paragraphs were written a month apart from one another sorryzzz

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x y/n #bsd x you #bungo sd #chuuya x reader #chuuya x y/n #chuuya x you #hurt/comfort #bsd hurt/comfrt

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thvalentin · 5 months

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TURN ON THE LIGHTS; thv moodboard

"turn on the lights i'm looking for her too"

lowercase intended

starstruck taehyung makes it his sole mission to have the girl deejaying the rave end up in his arms by the end of the night,

pairing: raveboy!thv x dj!oc (cupid)

genre: smut; slight??angst (hypersexual mc); fluff (cause thv loves her so much); pwp (porn w plot cause it be like that)

warning?: afabmc, bad grammar lol, unedited, shit lead up(?), they are strangers to lovers very quick lol, hypersexual(they fucklike rabbits lol) head (f; receiving), tae is hung lmao, hes kinda stalkerish but not really, mc does not stand on bidness, unprotected sex, creampie (no babies thats gross..), dirty talk(mainly taehyung,, yeah.), cursing, spit(?), multiple orgasms, slight exhibition (THEY ARE OUTSIDE!), missionary, riding, mindbreak(she really loves taehyung's dick)

THIS AINT NO RATED PG SHIT...

THIS SHIT RATED... MF,,, PORN (no minors, thv don't do that)

☆★

"alright motherfuckers, put your hands up for this shit and turn the fuck up!" the angelic girl exclaims into the mic hyping up the already overzealous crowd. her headphones hanging halfway off her head as she caresses the soundboard her head bopping while she does.

she in her zone, her safe space which she definitely needed after the week she had. her girlfriend leaving her cause her stamina is too much for her was not on her radar for the week, but shit happens. luckily for her friend made sure to have her booked at busy rave after rave for this weekend and this was the biggest one of the three and her last one. so far nothing out of the ordinary had happened at any of them, but tonight her intuition told her to keep her eyes peeled. maybe it was the location it was kinda shady after all, but that wasn't new for her— perhaps its the ebony haired boy with the pretty eyes that had been boring holes through her all night that had her on edge.

"cupid am i tripping or has he been watching you all night?" her best friend says close to her ear earning a shrug from the focused girl, "you should go see whats up with him girl! he's fine as fuck.." she nudges her friend who shoots her a side-eye, "come one girl!" she shakes her, "i can take over up here, plus maybe he'll make you feel better about kayla." cupid's entire body goes stiff and she takes her hands off the board, throwing them up and backing off.

"and on that note i'm taking my break..." the girl goes to take off her headphones putting them on her friend who shakes her head,

"i'm serious cup," she puts her hand on cupid's shoulder only to get shrugged off. how could she think the best way to get over getting dumped about her sex drive is to have more sex? the girl sighs, stepping down from the platform getting swallowed by the crowd. squeezing between the sardine packed sea of bodies failing to notice the ebony man close behind like a tiger on the prowl. looking around cluelessly searching for a spot to get a drink, blinded by the flashing multicolored lights every time she looked too far up, guarding her eyes with her hand as she finally emerges on the other side. a waft of cool autumn air smacking her in the face causing goosebumps to pop up all over her arms, coming to a realization she should have worn more fur than what she had on her feet. her arms falling down to her side as she still had the found what she was looking for. ready to just turn around and give up on her drink, she turns on her heels and that's when she sees him again.

taller than she thought he was, even prettier this close, why is he so close? she thought. "you-"

"been watching you." he says before she can continue earning a nod from the disoriented girl, "i love how you mix..." he smiles, his perfect veneers poking out a warm feeling stirring in the girl's stomach, how beautiful she thinks to herself, crossing her feet anchoring her weight on her back leg forcing her to lean away from the mysterious man standing in front of her, "you're so divine... the way you carry yourself on stage is mesmerizing." cupid can feel a fever rush up her cheeks a smile threatening to break through her hard exterior, "i wonder if you can keep it up underneath me."

surely she had her wits about her, but the way he stares at her with those dark eyes like he'll devour her any moment now caused a fuzzy feeling to coil in her nether region. this was her problem— see it didn't take much to get her going, but it took everything to make her stop. she knows she should walk away, not letting her friend's words live in her head and cause her to stray from her path to fixing her issue. but the closer he gets the harder it is to do the right thing, his presence daunting as he hovers over her frozen frame. her mouth lays agape words failing to follow, "your name cherie." his honied baritone voice says more as a demand than a question.

"cupid.." it rolls off her tongue as his hand slithers up the shaft of her neck a sweet hum escaping her pretty glossed lips, the man's eyebrows turn up a look of carnal desire painting his chiseled face as his thumb drags across her bottom lip smearing the gloss— his eyes trailing up to meet hers hooded and far away.

"how perfect," he smiles, "taehyung." he emits lowly his eyes scanning the entirety of her face, "what do you want with me, hm?" he asks as if he didn't approach her first— the girl's eyebrows knit together and she nuzzles herself into his hand against her blazing cheek. what did she want with him? why did she always get like this? her body tenses with need, absolutely soaking her panties that border on leaking as she looks at him with a look one should never give a stranger, "i'm not a mind reader cher, come on tell me what is it?" his voice mocks her state tapping his palm against her cheek trying to kickstart her.

"i want- no i need you to use me." that's what she needs, its what she always needs. how could she be shamed for something so simple, so human?

"mmm" taehyung hums, nodding to himself as he takes her hand dragging off behind the stage, the rhythmic bass matching the tempo of the beating in her hungry cunt. so comfortable with this stranger, the lack of judgement because he obviously wants what she does, to use her till she passes out. her hopes high as he hoists her up on the ledge, dipping between her craning legs making space for his broad shoulders to sit comfortably between them. his long fingers hooking under the band of her all too short shorts tugging them down her long legs. she's embarrassed, her wetness on display through the obvious wet patch on her cute little panties— the tip of his finger rubbing over the sensitive slit causing the girl to shudder and look away a hand over her mouth. he circles through the thin fabric avoiding her begging clit her anticipation through the roof as his sultry bedroom eyes meet her shy ones. slipping past the pathetic garment his finger fussing through the folds sliding around with ease— she's so wet stupid wet, he hadn't even done anything yet.

the man could feel his shaft lengthening in his pants, amazed by her desire, he wants to satiate her with more than she can take, "your little pussy is so eager, yea? you want me to stretch you out? fill you full, cher?" he coos, teasing a finger at her entrance watching her greedy hole clench around nothing, a deep chuckle escaping his lips— his tongue swiping against her opening earning a lewd, touch starved mewl from the girl above. his hips bucking up as he pulls away, "be a good girl and stay still." he demands his playful tone lost as he brings his tongue back into contact with her yearning cunt, delving his tongue deep inside earning the sweetest moan. he needed more, his nose nudging against her pulsating bud curling his arms under her thighs pulling her closer forcing her to lay flat on her back. almost animalistic as he pulls his tongue from her saccharine pool, nipping at her clit feeling her writhe under him. his long tongue lapping at her wetness letting none out it go to waste suckling at her.

her pleasure so immense making her soft brown eyes roll to the back of her head as he tucks two of his digits inside of her— curling deep to find her sweet spot a loud whine jolting out of her throat. she could feel her high coming, but she wanted to hold out clenching tight around his fingers triggering him to suck harder, move his fingers slower fucking her slow and deep edging her on as her back arches off the platform, "come on baby, give it to me." he looks up, the look on her face so pleasing to him, "i want you to look at me when you cum all over my fingers," taehyung voices, loud and clear, the girl nodding not behind able to voice anything coherent in-between her moaning. anchoring herself up on her elbows locking eye's with taehyung as he tickles the sponginess of her g-spot sending her over edge, immediately collapsing back down as he fucks her slow through her high, "good fucking girl..." his voice stammers, his fingers retracting from her messy pussy covered in cum and spit.

taehyung stands up, preying on the girl before him hovering over her. his arm looping behind her shoulder pulling her in for a hungry kiss making her taste herself, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth as she wraps her legs around him. she wasn't satisfied, but taehyung isn't done with her— pulling away to undo his pants pulling his cock out of his boxers. cupid's eyes going wide at the sight of the long, thick shaft with an angry red head. curved just a bit as it springs against his stomach, something deep inside her unlocks causing her wetness to sop out of her pulsating pussy, "you want this cock baby? want it deep inside that pretty cunt, yea?" he slips and slides it between the petals of her nether region, earning soft groans— "tell taehyung what you want cher." he tilts his head to the side, annoyance running through the helpless girl. he knows what she wants, how unfair to make her beg when she's already this desperate.

"fuck me, please taehyung..." how shameful of her to beg a complete stranger to do such a thing, but she didn't care she needed him to split her in two.

"how polite, anything for you sweet girl." he complies, pushing his head past her entrance with a loud squelch. she'd never had anything as big as him inside before, the fit tight forcing grunts out of taehyung as eases his shaft deep into her. damn near folding her in half, but she doesn't mind blinded by the pleasure and quiet pain of being stretched so wide, "fuck..." he moans bottoming out inside of her. she borders on another orgasm just from his entrance as he sits with his dick pressed against her cervix. slowly he starts to pull out just to his tip before jolting his hips forward,

"oh fuck," she cries out so short, in shock a wave of the most delicious pleasure reverberates up her spine straight to her head making her delirious, "please, please..." she begs so whiny, so desperate, clawing at his back. taehyung nods, pulling back again pushing inside her so rough, "oh god..." she brinks on sobbing, grabbing at him finger pads going white with pressure as she slams so good into her. his veiny arms border on each side of her for leverage as he fucks his shape into her, ruining her for anyone else. her little pussy sucking him in with every stroke begging him to come back and nest deep inside grazing her sweetest spot. his arms moving from the sides of her head gripping at her love handles for the most control. broken sobs leaving her mouth that couldn't keep shut, she'd never been used to well before— in love with the way he makes her feel as he stomach starts to ache with another high on the way, his name spilling out of her mouth uncontrollably warning him she was about to break. tightening around him which he didn't even think was possible causing him to arch over— the sound of skin on skin so indecent, but it turned the two on right along the slick that gathers around the base of his shaft as white cream; evidence of just how much she loves his dick.

"cum all over it, look at you, nasty girl." taehyung laughs watching the girl go crosseyed driven crazy by his long deep strokes as she topples over crying out his name, letting those around know just who turned her into this cock crazed bitch, "get up." he demands her, impatience reaching for her wrist to switch positions putting her on top, "you can do this for me right?"

cupid nods expeditiously, moving her shaking body to mount taehyung like the good girl she is, "attagirl..." he praises caressing her blazing face as she sinks onto him. somehow he feels even bigger like this pushing into her cervix, so greedy she thinks about how good his cum would feel pouring into her as she wines her hips, "such a good girl."

"im a good girl," she repeats breathlessly, mindlessly bouncing on his pretty cock, white hot pleasure blinding her all the while taehyung pushes the minuscule bikini top out of his way to pinch at her nipples with supple fingers, his voice going hoarse as he can feel his release coming jerking his hips losing the rhythm , soft hands sliding down her waist to sheath himself inside her filling her full almost too full, "inside please, please i need your cum," the filth seeps out pathetically as she creams all over his cock, never this happy before as she smiles drunk with pleasure

"cum for me please, one more time," he begs grinding her painfully sensitive clit against his stomach right below his happy trail, giving him what he wants she tightens around him falling over onto his chest, "fuuuck cher..." he drags out releasing his hot seed taught against the young girl's womb, earning the most god forsaken sound out of her yet— fucking her through bordering on overstimulation as she starts to twitch, but he wraps his arms around her waist so she can't run placing sweet kisses on her pouty lips quieting her cries, "its okay baby..." he whispers against her lips, her face scrunched up as taehyung slowly pulls out his softening cock, bringing her in closer;petting her head, "you're so beautiful," he says, "you were so good." he assures her staring at the fucked out girl through long lashes, barely able to keep her eyes open. he smiles at her so sweetly, going to get up earning a whine from her as she reaches up for him, "i'm not going anywhere i promise." he places a kiss on her head proceeding to dress her before any of the stage hands come see; as the rave was coming to an end.

not too much later, the two come from behind the stage, hand in hand— cupid's best friend meeting her with surprised eyes, "well would you lookie here." the instigating girl crosses her arms at the sight before her, "looks like you listened to me after all," she giggles,

"i lost track of time..." cupid nervously rubs the back of her neck, lying through the skin of her teeth like taehyung's cum wasn't currently marinating inside of her,

"mhm," her friend hums, "sure, i'll believe that." she looks between the two,

"you can blame me," taehyung pipes up, and her friend's mouth makes and O shape, nodding, "i couldn't help myself," he pauses his hand snaking down cupid's ass giving it a squeeze, "she's so lovely." he smiles at her friend who smiles back.

"well of course she is" the best friend says in a duh tone, "and you better remember that!" she points before walking off to another gaining her attention,

taehyung diverts his eyes back to cupid who can hardly hold eye contact with him, "what? you still shy..." he teases, reaching for her jaw— turning her to look at him, "how could you be? you need me to break you off again." he speaks so sweet dangerously close to her lips,

"mmm~" she hums against his puffy lips, "i think i do..." she responds just before she enveloped by a long sloppy kiss.

she's on cloud nine, finally found her equal— no more hiding the brazen, sex crazy side of her cause he's just as bad... if not worse.

a/n: i haven't written smut in so long, so sorry if this is shit, im still trying to find my groove lmao, but yea uhm i'm taehyung biased so you'll be seeing a lot of this shit. also most (probably all) of my aus n things like that are ambw cause i am a bw, but! hopefully that doesn't deter you from reading. okay bye. li luvs thv.

#taehyung #kim taehyung #taehyung fanfic #taehyung smut #ambw kpop #ambw smut #bts scenarios #bts taehyung #bts smut #taehyung imagine #bts imagines #kpop imagines #bts v #v fanfic

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nightswithkookmin · 1 year

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Hey it's good to write to you again 💖love your sense of humour it always hype me😄😄

I just went to Yoongi's concert, I'm telling it's magical, loud and fun. What made me even more excited is because I was traveling with my friend whom we just renewed our friendship that was broken because of misunderstandings, I introduced her to bts and as we were watching their content she suddenly said she like jikook, and in my mind I thought she is talking about them in a platonic way so when she elaborated she said she can see when people are fucking each other😁😂 I laughed then I showed her your blog she's been reading it saying you are very blunt😂😅 Anyway few day after she came and asked me if taehyung used to date Jimin or if tae has a crush on Jimin because she noticed at times tae would look at Jimin's lips and all, I said I thought the same at first. Do you think v had a crush on Jimin, Is that why Jungkook when it comes to yoongi, Rm and tae he needs to clarify that it is friendship turning down every ship moment that can be made? Because I noticed he has no problem with Jimin or jihope moments but always with the others he interrupts them.

Aahh vmin vmin vmin- the ship that could if only they would

No one knows for sure what his thing was with Jimin. It was easier to label it as a crush for kicks and giggles back then. But as grown adults that they are now its a little bit 🥴

I mean sometimes the members themselves do admit some of the things they do and say is a bit fruity 🤷🏾

With Jungkook isn't it double standards for him to feel the need to go out of his way to demystify Jimin's ships while his own ships hang in the gay balance?

Minimoni are friends he says but Namjoon and I are thirsting over eachother's bodies- boys scouts honor

Yoongi and Jimin are laughable he snorts but hey what's that in between Jins legs. time to jiggle jiggle

He's made not letting Jimin's ships breath his entire personality and instead of Jimin whooping his ass as he should he's 'oh Jungkookie" melting away at him

Not to say Jm enjoys it entirely cos clearly it gets a bit too much for him sometimes🥲

This 'double standards' is something I hear most teen same sex couples complain of so I find it interesting to see these things play out between them.

And it's definitely interesting how we the fans respond to this as well. We will praise Jungkook for being territorial but let Jimin exhibit a similar territorial streak and suddenly it's he's clingy, he's an attention seeker, and he acts like he owns Jungkook.

I'll take it a notch further and analyze this in light of Tae's reaction to this territorial behavior in both of them. If Jungkook acts territorial over Jimin with Tae, Tae backs away, acts like he's gonna cry most times and only puts up a fight on few occasions but should JM try to be territorial over Jungkook, Tae would square up with him more often than not🥴

Then there's Namjoon who used to back down and show some respect for the Maknae's feelings- and then suddenly doesn't care anymore. He legit said,

I digress.

Sigh. Am I the only one missing Jin? Where's that one Taejin shipper please send me Taejin gifs😭😭😭😭

Tae can be intense and he's able to connect to people and things on a very deep emotional almost spiritual level. When he was young he used to desire this same level of intensity from the people around him often leading to him coming across as not having emotional boundaries. I don't know much about him personally, but I can deduce from certain things he says and does that he used to get this thrown in his face a lot.

This lack of emotional boundaries is what is often misconstrued as a crush by some of us.

But I think he just wants to hold hands on the pier with Jimin and discuss their deep deep affections for one another while the sun gradually set over the water

It doesn't make them gay- may be lesbians for sure but not gay😭

And while Jimin equally wants a friendship like that and so reciprocate with Tae- he better not try that shit on Jungkook.

You're gonna caress Jungkook's hands in the dime light, over soft music, while whispering to him how much emotionally attached you are to him- better be prepared to have his children while you're at it

So to answer your question, I think Jungkook knows the difference between what's an unconventional quirky friendship and what's blatantly Gay.

And most of the time when he's reacting to these scenarios he's simply expressing his discomfort with the latter.

The day Jungkook goes cross eyed on Vmin is the day you know for sure those two are crossing some serious boundaries Friends shouldn't cross. Other than that I don't think he minds- nor should he.

The only reason he should be worried at all would be if Jimin is emotionally bonding with Tae and not JK. As it stands, that's not the case.

Minimoni are not Vmin. They are not the quirky unconventional same sex friends that Vmin are. So yea, if they start touching up on eachother and if Namjoon- NAMJOON- KIM NAMJOON- starts flirting and flashing dimples at Jimin he has every reason to be worried. I TOO WILL BE UNCOMFORTABLE AND I'M NOT EVEN DATING JIMIN.

THIS KIM NAMJOON????

Smart intelligent successful TALL KIM NAMJOON?

Look, Jungkook is even better than me. I wouldn't let my girlfriend be friends with a KIM NAMJOON. Are you kidding?! I would follow them everywhere and put surveillance on them. Reinforce social distancing rules. 5 ft apart always and never alone in one room.

You think ill let my girlfriend be friends with an Rm, Yoongi, Jk you're mad. And then they'll just tell you casually, hey babe i'm gonna hang out at Rm's place- eh? Excuse me?! PARDON!

Hanging out doing what exactly cos I know yall be not talking about your feelings with them. PRAY TELL WHAT EXACTLY YALL BE HANGING OUT FOR?

I mean I'm not threatened by Yoongi per se but Agust D? Child no. No. No no no no no. NO.

Personally I don't think Jimin is in any way romantically interested in anyone in BTS other than Jk. I will fight him on this if he denies it🤧

But doesn't mean certain people in the band don't- sexually excite him beside JK. He's a rather healthy young adventurous spirited gentleman - with raging fiery hormones JK tries to keep under control

*Insert JK screaming I DO NOT APPROVE OF THIS LEVEL OF HOTTNESS🤣

If your boyfriend had sexy sultry eyes and a Jawline that looks straight out of a hentai anime imagining you would want to police him around too.

And look, Daddy is not wood.

Sticks and stones may break his bones but dare I say, tall chiseled 8 inch biggo excites him😝

I suppose curvy wide hips big booty breastina does it for him too😭😭😭😭😭

I think he finds Namjoon and Jk's physique ideal and attractive as men. And if he's dating Jk then I see how that would be a problem for Jk.

For Suga, I think it's more of how Suga treats Jimin. He treats JM like someone would treat someone they loved. Jimin admires Suga a lot. For his intellect, for his passion- JM has a tattoo of Suga's words on his body. Let that sink in and then put yourself in JK's shoes.

Jimin may be evasive but when he admires someone he praises them a lot. He praises their physique ifm he finds that ideal or attractive or intellect if he admires their ingenuity. He keeps praising and admiring JK. He keeps admiring Namjoon for more than his physique- come to think of it he's shown considerable admiration for Suga, RM and Jk more so than the others.

The only time I've seen him admire V in any way sus is when he said Tae has a huge shlong. I suppose that's enough reason for anyone to Stan V😭 If I hadn't seen it myself I would have said my man's exaggerating but that thing is humongous😭😭😭😭

Moving on from V's shlong,

Between V and Jimin I frankly don't recall who influenced who. We know Jimin today to be the most emotionally vulnerable one who's able to connect emotionally with others but if memory serves me right, that used to be V🤔

He's the one most of the members felt emotionally honest with and comfortable with and the one they seem to suggest helped them gain confidence to be themselves emotionally.

I don't know. Sometimes I feel JM and V are the same person. Different sides of the same coin. Their soul mate shtick makes sense to me.

Talking of soulmates, I find it interesting Tae Talking about twin flames in his new song May be. He said he would release it in 10yrs but I'm itching to hear the whole thing NOW. A. It's a really deep good song. The lyrics are fire, the genre is on point

You told me you are my twin flame, Our colors shimmer the same, when the world is cold in the winter, we'll melt each other away.

I have to praise him for the emotional depth most of his sings have- it's everything I desire in a song. A song that speaks to the human condition and evoke such strong emotions and is very soulful. Bravo mate.

But isn't it interesting how he's switched from soulmate to twin flames and yet still evoke the same imageries of the moon the way he's done when writing songs inspired by Jimin?

Not only is his dick massive his voice is massive too😭

Sorry what was your question?

Ah, JK interrupting JMs ships.

I don't know what to tell ya. He's a hater🤣🤣🤣🤣

You should watch him finding all the excuses in the world as to why JM shouldn't collaborate with the members on a song but somehow had no objection when JM said he'd make a song with him😭😭😭😭

You know when he was younger and he was asked whom he would entrust his sister to out of the group he chose himself? He couldn't chose anyone even when most of them chose Jimin💀

That was his sister. Now imagine his partner 🤣

There's no over analyzing this. I think it's just his personality. And he's been consistent with it. Remember the Perilla leaf debate?

Personally I think some members deliberately avoided answering the question- or answered it the way they did bcos of Jungkook 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤣🤣🤣🤣

When Tae said let's take turns I knew Jk was gonna throw a bomb and Jimin was gonna stutter 😭😭😭😭

And of course Namjoon and Suga will say they don't care- of course 😌

Cos if they did care then Jungkook would be vindicated won't he🤣

Ahhh Jimin- JM and his tiny, but why should it even matter if you're eating how would you even notice these things 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Boy's been traumatized straddling the line between the hyungs and the Maknae trying to explain to JK relax we are not flirting, relax he grabbed my balls don't mean I'm cheating. Meanwhile all JK seeing is them walking down the aisle in rainbow suits🤧

If everything we've been screaming on ship street wasn't making things clear, it's obvious from this clip alone the diverse views on boundaries that exist in the group.

It's clear, as I've been saying, JK has boundaries. Boundaries some members think is childish and ridiculous and so do not respect or adhere to which used to be a major cause of tensions within the group.

And for Tae to point out in support of Jungkook that sharing a chopstick or whatever those Perilla leaves were meant to signify was a sign of crossing boundaries should answer my question about him backing down when JK instills boundaries over JM with him but not so much when JM tries to instill boundaries with him.

It's double standard on Jms part and Tae is not the one. Do unto Jk what you want done unto you. If you think JK is childish for trying to instil boundaries with your friends what gives you the right to instill boundaries over JKs friends? Gotta love him. He's a no nonsense sort of person.

Now, we also understand why Namjoon stopped respecting JK's boundaries. It goes both ways.

When I tell you BTS has more drama and is better than the Kardashians whew🤭

Jungkook was the most gaslit member of the group. They constantly made him out to be this unreasonable possessive dude who couldn't keep his relationship a secret. Personally, I don't think a person's boundaries have to be negotiable. It's not something you negotiate on with them. And ridiculing them and calling their boundaries unreasonable and childish speaks to your own inability to take no for an answer which is generally toxic.

It's a good thing JM made his emancipation proclamation himself cos JKV and I were gonna have to break him free from the mold.

Okay bye I'm gonna watch it and akeke to myself again

Oh wait, your friend. I should say something nice- ho ho ho ho ha ha ha ha may the force be with you💜

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221201 Weverse Translation

RM's Post ❇️

안녕하세요 사랑하는 여러분, 22년의 끝자락에서 인사드립니다.

내일은 음악을 시작한지 어언 15년, 20대의 마지막 달에 제 1집이 나오게 되었습니다. 많은 복잡한 생각들이 들지만.. 전작들을 포함한 그간의 제 모든 작업물들이 이 앨범 한 장을 내기 위해서였다는 생각이 내내 들었어요

우선 너무나 감사합니다. 많은 분들이 그 사소한 진심을 눈치채주셨다는 믿음으로 더 용감하고 진실되게, 제 지금 형태의 심장에 근접한 음악들과 언어들을 블렌딩할 수 있었어요. 정말 행운이죠.

사실 타이틀곡을 정해두고 시작하지는 않았어요. 모든 곡들이 제겐 정말로 동등합니다. 대 스트리밍 시대에 4분 33초짜리 한글 위주의 노래를 타이틀로 들고 나가는 게 두렵고 조금은 심란하지만, 애초에 하입이나 노이즈를 위한 곡들은 아니었습니다! (진심이에요) 그저 제 아이디 아카이브처럼, 시간이 지나도 여전한 향을 가지고 많은 분들의 마음속에 기록되고 피어날 수 있으면 그걸로 충분하다고 생각합니다.

첫 솔로 앨범에 많은 분들이 참여하셔서 조금 의아하셨을 수도 있지만, 이번 앨범은 제가 스스로 큐레이팅한 전시 같은 앨범입니다. 그분들과 저의 융화를 봐주신다면, 납득하실 수 있을 거에요. 참여해주신 모든 분들의 주파수가 차마 대체할 수 없었던, 1순위의 섭외 대상들이었습니다! 저는 무엇보다 그 분들 모두에게 제 삶의 몇 분, 몇 시간, 어쩌면 몇 달 몇 년의 빚을 졌습니다. 저도 늘 누군가에게 그런 사람이 되고 싶었어요.

많은 컨텐츠들을 이미 만들었고 찍었고 발매가 다가오니 심란하고 허허로운 마음으로 집에서 혼술이나 한 잔 하는 중입니다만.. 십 년전이나 지금이나 진심이 진심으로, 사랑이 사랑으로 분명히 닿을 것임을 의심치 않으려 합니다. 모노처럼 아주 첫 단추부터 유기적으로 설계하지는 않았지만, '10 Blues Included'라는 설명처럼, 늘어놓고 보니 모두 제 안에 숨어있던 아름답고 다양한 쪽빛들이 되었습니다. 순서대로 들어주시길 당부드리며.

저는 제가 오래 전부터 생각해온 다양한 저만의 컨텐츠들로 이 앨범을 전개해보려 합니다. 모두가 마음에 들어해주셨으면 좋겠지만, 뭐 아니면 어쩌겠냐는 시원한 마음으로. 열 가지의 파랑 중 당신 마음에 드는 파랑이 하나도 없겠느냐는 당당한 마음으로 내일 찾아뵙겠습니다. 여전한 표정과 여전한 몸짓, 그러나 조금 더 정제되고 늠름해진 주파수로 그간의 제 오랜 편지들을 보냅니다. 소중히 받아주시면 좋겠습니다.

이 음악들이 만용이 아닌 당신들이 제게 주신 용기이길 바라며.

- 남준 (https://weverse.io/bts/artist/3-108552136)

Hello my loves, greetings from the finish line of 2022.

Tomorrow will mark 15 years since I started music and will be the day that my 1st album comes out, in the last month of my twenties. There is a lot of noise in my head but.. I’ve constantly had the thought that all my previous works were in preparation to release this one album.

Firstly, thank you so much. I believe that a lot of people were able to notice my little expressions of sincerity and because of that, I was able to be bolder and more honest, blending the melodies and languages close to my heart. I am very fortunate.

To be honest, I didn’t start working on the album with a title track in mind. All the songs on it are truly equal to me. I am a bit worried and anxious about releasing a title track that’s in Korean and is 4 minutes 33 seconds long in this age of streaming, but these songs weren’t made for hype or noise from the get-go! (I mean it) Just like my ID ‘Rkive’, if I could leave traces that remain even as time passes and could be documented in the hearts of many people and come into bloom there, I would be satisfied.

You might have found it strange that so many people took part in my first solo album, but this album is like an exhibition where I curated everything myself. If you are able to look at my harmonies with them, you will be convinced. All these featured artists have wavelengths that just could not be replaced, they are at the very top of people to have as guests! Above anything else, I owe a debt of a few minutes, a few hours, or maybe even a few months or years of my life to all of them. I have always wanted to be that kind of person to someone else as well.

I’ve already shot a lot of content and as the release approaches, I am having a drink alone at home feeling uneasy and empty.. For the past 10 years and even now, I am trying not to doubt the clear fact that sincerity is delivered through sincerity, and love through love. While this wasn't planned out organically right from the beginning like Mono, like the explanation ‘10 Blues included’, once I laid everything out, it became these various colours of beautiful indigo that were hiding inside of me. I hope that you will listen to it chronologically.

I am hoping to unfold this album with various kinds of my own content that I’ve been thinking of for a long time. I hope that everyone will like it, but if not, well, it can’t be helped, I’ll be cool about it. I will greet you tomorrow with the confidence of knowing that there must be at least one shade of blue that you like amongst the ‘10 Blues Included’. With the same expressions and the same gestures as always, but through wavelengths that have become a little bit more refined and confident, I send you these old letters that I have written over time. I hope that you receive it with care.

I hope that this music is not reckless bravado, but courage that you gave me.

- Namjoon

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#221201 #weverse #post #rm #namjoon #another beautiful letter from namjoon #lots of love to our amazing translator who translated it so wonderfully #indigo #bts #bangtan

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500 words on the Lovejoy concert: go

500 oh god oh fuck

Glasgow was a really fun concert!! Though it’d probably rank as one of my lower ones just bc I didn’t do the whole queue all day experience so it felt a lot shorter to me (and also it was such a huge venue)

I originally debated doing the all day queue bc I was selling my ticket to a Twitter mutual of mine I’ve met up with at concerts before, and they were planning on queueing all day. But when my alarm woke me up around 6 am I texted them asking what the queue was like and they said their friends held a spot for them at 4 am and they were 24th in the queue. Like, what.

So yeah I decided that wasn’t how I wanted to spend my last full day in Glasgow lol. Instead I took a tour of a whisky distillery (I do not like whisky but it’s Scotland so I figured why not) and got tipsy off the whisky samples they gave us. Then I went to a science museum across the way from the distillery (technically it’s meant for kids but it’s meant for adults to enjoy too) so I was just slightly drunk playing around with interactive science exhibits and befriended one of the staff members lmao

ANYWAY then around 4 I got to the venue and got in line (doors opened at 7). Got some takeaway from a nearby restaurant and ate it in line, it was very spicy but it kept me warm bc it was raining so I wasn’t complaining. Then I just kinda hung out there and chatted a bit with the girl behind me! We ended up being next to each other at the actual gig and became buddies which was nice and I was actually closer to the stage than I expected to be. Also I got tired of the ‘someone holds pictures up to the crowd on their phone and lets them cheer and boo respectively’ bit that happened at a few lovejoy gigs this past year, but it was pretty funny when someone held up the Scottish flag for everyone to cheer, and then the English flag for everyone to boo (and ofc I joined in)

It was SO HOT. At first I was glad bc as I said it was raining outside so I was shivering by the time we got in, but it didn’t take long for it to get sweaty. Loupe as an opening act was SO good. I’d never heard of them before but their music was so good!! (also the lead singer and the bassist were both so pretty I was having such a gay moment). Then Goodkid performed and tbh I know a ton of Lovejoy fans love their music but I’d never heard their stuff before, but I get it now they have such a fun sound and great energy!! Definitely gonna save some songs from them when I get around to it

Then lovejoy was fantastic as always. Although we were only about 3 songs in when someone fainted and everything had to stop. I couldn’t see what was going on from where I was but I hope the person’s okay! This was my 5th lovejoy gig but it was the first time someone’s fainted at one I’ve been to.

Then we resumed and in between songs the boys would start playing this instrumental track I didn’t recognize, but I filmed each time it happened bc it didn’t just sound like random jamming. I sent the clips to firesnap after the gig and she and I both agree it sounds like snippets from a possible new song so… :)))

Also Lovejoy covered The Killers at my gig which was so good. At first I was confused bc it was a mashup with cause for concern so I got hyped thinking it was cfc and then Wilbur started singing different lyrics but it slapped so I’m so glad I got to see that in person.

Anyway overall really good gig!! Also I wasn’t getting shoved nearly as much as I have at American gigs so shoutout to the Scottish for that

Is this 500 words? Is this more? I don’t feel like plugging it into a word counter so this is what you get lol

#ask #anon #lovejoy #bee travels

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Do you want a well written, casually queer, fiction podcast in the serial format of "guy (gender neutral) tells you about terrible, supernatural happenings from around the world and occasionally has terrible, supernatural happenings happen to them" but you're tired of relistening to the Magnus Archives? Well, have I got the podcast for you!!

Come give the Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality a try! Featuring our dearly beloved artificially intelligent Audio Tour Guide, some varylingly ducked up exhibits, existentialism, and one of the very best plot twists I have ever had the honour to consume!

Did I see it coming? No! Were all the pieces there in retrospect? Yes! I am very upset but impressed about it? Begrudgingly, yes!

I haven't caught up yet, I'm 3 out of 5 seasons in, but holy shit it's so good.

(I am not at all sponsored or anything I just really really like this podcast ok. It fills the void left by finishing Magnus. Also I have made it a personal side quest to get at least three people into this podcast it's real really good ok trust me)

Edit: caught up. hyped for the final season, still super obsessed and trying to drag all of y'all into it. It's my absolute favourite podcast of all time. Joinnnn meeeee.

#the magnus archives #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #welly talks

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— Namjoon, WEVERSE 221202

Hello, to everyone I love dearly.

I proffer you a hello at the tail ending of 2022.

Tomorrow will mark the 15th year since i started creating music, while in the last month of being in my 20s, my first album is set to be released soon.

There are a lot of complicated thoughts tangled/tangling inside my mind, but one thought of all the work i have done, my previous and the current works of mine, was to release this one album, that's the only thing that is being repeated inside my mind all this time.

First of all, thank you all so much. With the trust that so many have noticed/become aware and caught on to my trivial but earnestness of mine. I was able to become more brave and be able to blend music truthfully with the languages that are close to my heart in the current shaping.

I am so / i am really lucky

In all my honesty, i didn't have any thought/could not decide on what song i wanted for the title track. all the songs i have created are equally important to me, seriously.

In the current era of streaming, I feel nervous and a little frightened to have a 4 minute and 33 second song that is only korean/hangul written in its title. But none of the songs were intended to cause any hype or noise from the very beginning! (i really mean it)

Just like ID, an archive [of rkive] i think it is going to be enough if these songs are recorded and bloom inside the minds of many people and their heart. with their everlasting same scent they always had before even after time passes through.

Some of you might have found it a little strange and odd that i had so many other artists participate in my first solo album, but however this album is an album like no other but more like an art exhibit that i curated myself. if you could / but you once look and hear my harmony with them, you will be able to understand the frequencies of the wavelenths created by all the people who participated are irreplaceaable / could not be replaced. they were all my first priority and number one artists that i always wanted to work with and recruit!

I, above all, more than anything, i sincerely owe all of them my time, my debt, hours, months and even years of my life. I have always wanted to become a person like that as well to someone else.

I have already made and recorded so much content and as the release is nearing, i am in the state of feeling alone and empty, so i am home drinking with myself but... as like it was 10 years ago, i am trying my hardest not to doubt that sincerity will be of sincere and with love will surely reach as such love.

Although, i did not plan or design it out fully from the beginning like i did with MONO, like the description states "10 blues included", when you lay down and spread them out, they become so beautiful and so many diverse shades of indigo that were hidden within inside me. so please, i request that you will listen to the (songs) in order.

As i am planning on unfolding this album with loads of my own content that i have thought of since long before now,. it would really be nice if everyone likes the album. but i am still trying to keep my mind set to calm when i thinking if nobody does like it. with the attitude of "well if not, what about it then?" but with the confidence of believing that there is one / there is someone else who shares those blues that pleases you out of ten blues. i will see you all tomorrow.

With these same old expressions, the same gestures but in a more organized way made in wavelengths of frequencies, i send you my words in a letter and i would be grateful if you receive it all dearly.

Wishing and hoping that all of these songs will not be some reckless bravado boldness but with the same courage you all have given to me

- NAMJOON

#ultkpopnetwork #mgroupsedit #idolsincedits #maleidolsedit #RM #Namjoon #Kim Namjoon #bts #bangtan #w. weverse #translations 💬#blg.supporting7memberalbums #221202

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i watched TBOSAS today with my friends and i am still VIBRATING ON THE SPOT with how many thoughts are swirling through my head. just. god.

first off, i want to say: hats off to tom and rachel for the incredible work they did bringing these characters to life. i could write an essay on lucy gray alone. tom's portrayal of snow was amazing because, since it's a movie, we can't have his inner monologue showcasing how he's always scheming and always making the choice that will benefit him, so instead we get it through his actions. i specially think he smashed it at the end during the forest scene. amazing.

i admittedly felt a little disappointed not to see some of the most impactful scenes happen as they did in the books (like marcus after his capture, clemmie's fate, the dead tributes and mentors before the games) but after thinking on it i think it adds to the experience, in a way? i mean, the book pretty much smashes you over the head with what it wants to say. the book says: look at this funeral rite. these kids from the right area are being carried in a chariot and these kids from the wrong area are being dragged behind the chariot, no care for their corpses. this child dared to try and runaway so we will torture him and then hang him up as an exhibition and an example. the book was BRUTAL in that regard.

then you watch the pg-13 movie and it's nothing like that. there's death but little blood. there's killer fight scenes but nothing graphic. not even the close-ups had much blood. and isn't that what makes it a show? the whole point of this franchise is to point out the way people will glamorise and hype up human suffering. the othering. the classism and the trauma and the vengeance. it's so good. but everything gets flipped on its head in the 10th games, when mentors and sponsors are added into the mix. it's no longer a 24 hour stream of kids fighting to the death, it's a spectacle. and we, as an audience, want the spectacle. we expect it. but we never get it. that's fucking brilliant

(and can i just say, they made the coryo/sejanus friendship slash bromance even gayer.)

the scene with sejanus breaking into the arena to perform a funeral rite on marcus? that's so fucking heartbreaking and beautiful. reaper's act of covering the dead tributes and honouring them, looking straight into the camera and asking "will you punish me now?" only to be cut off by ghaul as she spreads news of the president's son being dead after the rebel's bombing. there is so much to be said here.

AND ANOTHER THING but it felt so fucking dystopian to be sitting in a theatre eating popcorn and watching a movie with my best friend about systemic abuse and classism and war and violence with the current state of the world. we really live in a society.

i don't know how im ever gonna go to bed again after this i want to reread the book i want to reread the entire saga and watch all the movies and write three dissertation papers and break into suzanne's house and hound her until she tells me if lucy gray survived or not

#the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #max talks

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girderednerve · 4 months

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vagueblogging, not very vaguely. about sports

okay i am not getting into it but if you have seen that post about how all hockey fans should be hyping up the PWHL that's going around please understand that that post was designed in a lab to make me annoyed. before the PWHL there was the PHF, which actually also had free streams of all of its games & (especially by its latter seasons) paid reasonable wages; there was also the PWHPA, which was composed of mostly national team players who had grievances about the first season of the PHF (then called the NWHL), because the inaugural season had some serious problems, including low pay, management missteps, and poor facilities, and as a result called a confusing sort-of boycott thing to instead play a few scattered exhibition games. the creation of the PWHL required the complete, abrupt shuttering of the PHF, which ended the hockey careers of several talented players & league staff.

before both the NWHL and the PWHPA, there was the CWHL, which was semi-pro & didn't pay players at all until its last season when it received a massive investment from the government of china; the independent minnesota white caps, which were folded into the PHF; and, of course, multiple well-established, well-compensated women's leagues outside of north america, which continue to operate. women's hockey was added to the olympics in 1998, & some elite players have made a living off of endorsement deals & national team pay since! so it is very annoying to come across a post which goes 'this is the first real shot at pro women's hockey & we all have to chip in!' because, um, where have you been? that is not true at all! also, women's hockey is not just the hockey you know with women (the women's game has its own play style & some different rules!) and anyway i don't think anyone watches sports to check things off of some kind of moral checklist. you should watch women's hockey, supposing you generally enjoy hockey, because it's fun, the broadcasts are good, the players are talented. a bunch of them are gay & there's occasionally entertaining drama about it. it's stupid to talk about women's hockey (business venture, at the end of the day) as though it is some kind of beautiful undertaking to inspire young girls. it's a job! it's an entertainment product! billie jean king is a sports icon & all but she spent her career shilling virginia slims. come the fuck on

#the politics of hockey are absolute horrible sludge on all sides & that's most of what's happening here #sorry for sports on main

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❝ love is a choice ❞ chapter i

summary: what was meant to be a simple, calm trip to an intergalactic museum ended up becoming a a trip through memories the doctor rather wanted to forget. only they weren't her memories. they were yours.

pairing: thirteenth doctor x reader (primary), eleventh doctor x reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: a whole lot of angst, implied kidnapping, angry doctor

A museum! Not the most exciting trip when compared to the other places the Doctor has taken her companions, but ! But it was definitely needed after their last adventure. Two out of the three humans on said adventure nearly lost their hair to ultra powerful vacuums following a pretty nasty encounter with the locals. This misfortune was promptly apologized for. Several times.

Even so! The Harikane Intergalactic Museum of Rarities! Settled on the planet Earendel, it seemed like the perfect place to go for a lazy day. The Doctor had heard good things about it, but she didn’t feel the desire to ever check it out. She know she'd groan the entire time as she’d likely seen everything that the place had to offer, and probably knew more about it too! But she had promised the Fam something calming after… that. That promise had also definitely been an integral part of the numerous apologies she dealt out.

“Welcome, welcome!” A tall figure greeted the crowd of several dozen patrons at the museum’s entrance. Towering over most of the people present by several meters, the man in front of them had skin tinted a dark blue. Tusks sprouted from around his mouth, though the two that poked out were nothing in comparison to the horns that wrapped around his head. Dressed and groomed finely, it was evident that the man before them was high-profile. “I am the museum’s curator, Hacell, and I will be acting as your tour guide today. Welcome to the Harikane Intergalactic Museum of Rarities!”

The museumgoers clapped enthusiastically while the Doctor begrudgingly slapped her hands together. All it took was a nudge from Yaz to straighten up; a reminder that she promised this would be a quiet- extra emphasis on quiet- and peaceful endeavor.

“Behave,” Yaz snickered.

“Oi,” The Doctor playfully rebutted. “I’m supposed to be the one telling you lot that, you know.”

“We have many wonders for you all to see today! From the beautiful islands of Delta Cancri, and the battlefields of the Locomotion District of Van Maanen 2! We shall take a glimpse into the various corners of this universe we all call home! However ,” Hacell paused. He swept his gaze across the crowd for a dramatic effect. “What I think you’ll find yourselves most enthralled by is our most impressive installment: The Convention of Earth’s Humanity!”

Now, this piqued the Doctor’s interest. It wasn’t often Earth was included in museums like this. Really, a lot of alien species ignored it unless they were trying to invade it or watch it blow up. To have an entire exhibit dedicated to the little ball of rock and water was unheard of to the Doctor. Perhaps this trip wasn’t going to be as boring as she’d thought.

“And ,” Hacell spoke with another dramatic pause. “The most exciting of all! The centerpiece! The Muse!”

It had been just as everyone had expected: most of the museum was composed of relics from different places, but rather than being from across the globe like the three humans were used to, they were from across galaxies. And the Doctor? Well, the Doctor was really struggling to hold in all the comments she so desperately wanted to make. It was a visible struggle too.

And while all that was good and well, there was a clear desire for a specific exhibit while they were perusing. From the bits and pieces of conversation that could be picked up from the other patrons, it was apparent that nearly everyone wanted to see what this exhibit entailed. While the three humans apart of this group were no stranger to humanity and all it had to offer, curiosity filled their system. This “Muse” thing that he hyped up so much was niggling in the back of their minds.

“Ah! Here we are!” Hacell announced, throwing his arms out.

The other patrons gasped in awe of the series of human artifacts. There were some that were easily recognizable to the humans like an older iPhone model or some of those reusable Starbucks tumblers. Some weren't so familiar, like an object that looked like a regular headband, but had circuits and wires running throughout the fabric. At the very ends, there were what appeared to be headphones of some sort. Yaz seemed rather focused on it if the crease in her brow said anything.

“The Apple Neural Headphones,” The Doctor spoke over Yaz’s shoulder. It was clear she was still trying to reign herself in for the sake of her humans. “Makes it easier to go on all your socials without having to touch anything. They marketed it as a more hygienic alternative to phones, but it’s a total scam. Have to get the special contacts that go with it to even work it, can you believe?”

Before Yaz had the time to respond, a child’s voice sounded out from behind them. It drew their attention to whatever they had seemed eager about. “Look at this thing!”

Yaz gasped at the marvel in front of her. A crowd, including Ryan and Graham, planted itself in front of a pane of glass that took up the entity of the room’s back wall. Inside said glass was a moving display of a party, one that must’ve been from a time long before the 2020’s. The clothes the people were wearing, ironically, like they belonged in a museum. At the center of a room was a dance floor that was lit with red, blue, yellow, and green spotlights. Surrounding that was a series of tables, all lit dimly with small candles. In the far back, a jazz band was nestled in the corner, plucking and playing their instruments so that a vibey melody filled the empty space.

The closer one got to the glass, the more one could realize that it was so much more fascinating than looking at it from afar. The people were far too detailed, much too three-dimensional to have been mannequins moving on a track. The sheen of their skin, all the little imperfections, and the raw emotions that painted their faces showed what could only be described as, well, life-like!

“Wow…” Yaz gasped, her gaze settled on who was at the center of it all.

It was clear that they were the one whom the entire display was focused on. And if it wasn’t, it would be absolutely insulting. Amidst the cigarette smoke and twirling skirts on the bright dance floor, there was someone with a smile that combated the radiance from the spotlights. It took up the entirety of their face. It was unrestrained. An airy yet full laugh escaped their lips while they danced the Watusi, although she took the liberty of clutching the sides of their skirt to flap against her legs with every step they made on a pivot. It didn’t seem to be the right way to dance based on a couple judgmental glares received from some of the people around her. They didn’t seem to very well care.

“This must be the Muse the curator guy was talking about,” Ryan concluded.

“Wouldn’t be surprised,” Graham agreed.

Every so often, they would glance over their shoulder at a man with untimely long, dark hair who had tucked himself away at a table close to the dance floor with a couple gentlemen. He didn’t seem to be making conversation with them, choosing to keep his eyes trained on the grinning Muse. His intentful gaze never wavered. There was something in that look alone that told a long, detailed story about whoever these two were.

Yaz looked at the Doctor. She probably expected a long and detailed explanation about how they were able to create such a scene. What she was met with, though, was a decidedly unfamiliar version of her, one whose mouth was agape, eyes wide with an emotion that was near indecipherable.

“Doctor? You alright?”

The other two pairs of eyes turned to look at the Doctor, except she couldn’t make herself look at any of them. At anything. Well, anything other than who danced around the ballroom, eyes glistening with a type of glee that could only be defined as pure.

“Oh my stars…” She exhaled, like she was fighting back a more uncontrolled reaction. She placed her hand on the glass, right where the Muse was twirling about the dance floor. “Y/N… what have they done to you?”

The look of raw pain on the Doctor’s face caused Yaz’s own to scrunch up in concern. She didn’t recognize the name and she wouldn’t, at least not in relation to the Doctor. She was smart enough, though, to recognize that something was horribly wrong. “What’s-”

“A beauty, hmm?”

The Doctor remained motionless while Yaz, Graham, and Ryan swung their bodies to the source of the new voice. Hacell was standing beside them. He wasn’t looking at any of them in favor of keeping his line of sight solely on the Muse. On you.

“U-Uh,” Graham was the first to find the courage to answer. “Yes. W-What’s their name?”

“Name?” Hacell scoffed, as if it was a stupid question that was utterly beneath him. “They have no need for a name. They are simply The Muse. That’s all she needs to be.”

There was something sickening in the way Harcell spoke. He assumed that everyone around him thought you were just an object to gawk at. He probably would’ve been right, too, and probably had been countless other times before. Were it not for the distress on the Doctor’s countenance, the three humans would have smiled at the pretty moving display and moved onto the next.

Justified assumptions aside, the controlling dominance lacing his every word sent a jolt through the Doctor. Each individual nerve in her body lit up with a long buried intensity. She was shocked that her subconsciousness, which told her to keep still and silent, was winning over her consciousness, which was itching to go against one of the very principles she set as a foundation for herself: violence doesn’t help anything.

“How, um, how long has the Muse been a part of the exhibit?” Graham asked.

“Nearly eleven Earendelian years!” Hacell replied with pride. “Been through a lot of exhibits with us. This is just one of many scenes we like to show! We want to do more but- Well, this seems to be the one that attracts the most people… They are truly my most prized possession.”

Yaz was the one to notice it, out of the corner of her eye, the slightest movement. So slight, that if it weren’t such a new, unseen action, it wouldn’t go noticed at all: the Doctor’s fists clenched. And because those fists clenched, Yaz’s eyes trailed up to the Doctor’s face. That face… usually overflowing with energy and joy. And there it was, an ocean of unbridled rage covered by a cloudy blanket of false composure.

“Um,” Yaz fumbled with her words. She knew that she needed to get this man as far away from the Doctor as possible. In her line of sight, she saw a hoverboard encased in glass. It was the furthest artifact away from the display, so an idea formed in her head. She pulled Ryan in front of her. “Would you be so kind as to show my friend here that item over there? He wanted to know more about its history a bit earlier.”

“Wha-?”

Yaz gave Ryan an expression that was practically screaming at him to go along with it. She gave a tight nod of her head towards the Doctor in hopes that Ryan would notice and Hacell wouldn’t.

Thankfully, Ryan’s eyes flickered to the seething statue of a woman without the other catching on. He straightened his back and plastered

“Yes!” Ryan exclaimed through clenched teeth. “Please tell me. All about it.”

“Right then! In 2014, a man by the name of Shane Chen came up with the idea that humans needn't have to walk, but rather...”

Once the two of them were out of earshot, Yaz gripped the sleeve of the Doctor’s coat. She tugged on it so that the Doctor would get closer to Yaz so that she could hear what she was going to say, but the Doctor’s feet remained firmly rooted on the marble floors.

“Doctor-”

“A possession?” The Doctor spat. She remained still, but she didn’t need movement to convey the storm of emotion that was crashing against her insides. “A possession ? Y/N is not a possession. Y/N is-! Eleven years- And I- This is my-”

It almost felt wrong to be in this position. The Doctor wasn’t someone who broke down this easily; she was the one who was supposed to be calm, cool, collected or at the very least, her own disorderly version of that. To be so bare in front of the people she had promised she would keep safe wasn’t right. It wasn’t right that Yaz was leading her over to a bench, her hands on her shoulders in a calming motion. It wasn’t right that the cracks the Doctor had patched up were starting to show once again, the contents inside slipping through in the form of shaky hands and inability to form words.

“Okay, Doctor, listen,” Yaz said softly. “I need you to calm down. Breathe. If you get any louder, he’ll hear you over there and for some reason, I’m under the impression that that would be a very bad thing. Can you do that for me?”

The Doctor nodded silently, though her face said all the words that were needed. She wanted to say more, much more, but she was just as much aware as Yaz that allowing herself to speak at even a decibel higher could cause more issues. There were plenty of those as it were.

She took in a few deep breaths, effectively slowing her rapid heartbeats. She tugged at the roots of her hair to ground herself. If she focused on the slightly painful sensation, she could pull herself out of the sudden hurricane of emotion that surrounded her.

Maybe it wasn’t all that sudden.

This storm, this constant thrashing inside her body, it had been with her for years. Since her 11th face. It wasn’t the usual hum of chaos she felt, no. This one had a name, and it was yours. If she thought about it, and you were so hard not to think about, it would grow. So, she did what she always did when she felt the clouds begin to form: she ran. At one point, she even became a monk just to sequester herself away behind brick and mortar so that the storm couldn’t get in. Or maybe it was to keep the storm from hurting others, she never really knew.

For so long, it was a dull ache in the Doctor’s chest. It never fully went away, and a small piece of her didn’t want it to. She deluded herself for a time into thinking that it was a good thing. If she still felt the pain, she would always remember to look for you. Every adventure would double as a search for the companion she so stupidly lost. When, in reality, it was just her way of punishing herself over and over and over again.

The Doctor thought that if she found you, the storm would dissipate. Yet, there you were, and it was as if the storm had consumed her and ripped her apart to the point where even a regeneration wouldn’t save her.

You were trapped, as far as she could tell. Forced to live in this memory for eleven- the mocking irony was not lost on the Doctor- years! This memory that was supposed to be one of the most cherished you had, and it could soon become a nightmare once the Doctor figured out a way to get you out of there. A thousand possibilities of just how filled every centimeter of matter in her brain with the most prominent being her taking the antiquette hoverboard Yaz sent Ryan and Hacell to and smashing it against the glass.

“Who is this?” Yaz asked once she thought the Doctor was sufficiently stable. She didn’t have to look at you for the Doctor to know who she was talking about, but Yaz couldn’t help but examine you.

You were no longer dancing, simply opting to grab something from the bar at the back of the club. With a glass of clear colored liquid in your hand, you brought it up to your lips. Over the rim, you made playful eye contact with the man the Doctor no longer recognized as herself. She remembered that gleam of your eye. When your loss was still a fresh wound, that gleam would replay in her head like a DVD that scratched in just the right place.

“That’s Y/N,” The Doctor began slowly. If she spoke any quicker, her grip on her control would’ve loosened. “They… They were a companion of mine not too long ago.”

“What happened? I mean…” The crease in Yaz’s brow returned as she searched for the right words. “How did you two get separated?”

The Doctor studied her hands. Those hands. Two sets of hands ago, they were the ones that put you in this position, even if indirectly. “I lost them.”

“They passed away?” Graham asked.

“No, I lost them,” The Doctor corrected with a self-repulsed tone. “We had a… Something happened and they went through a rip in the time stream. Ended up somewhere in all of time and space. And I… I looked everywhere I could but- but all of time and space is a lot of ground to cover. So I just… I couldn’t find them. Until now, I suppose.”

The Doctor always made it clear that these excursions were dangerous. Taking her hand that she offered as she promised you journeys across the stars meant more than trips to the museum or drinking alien mojitos on a beach with blue sand and pink waters. There were always things at stake. They knew that, she made sure they did if Grace’s death hadn’t already. More often than not, the Doctor would stare those stakes in the face with that smile of hers that said “everything’s gonna be okay.” This was one of those rare moments they’d seen the weight of it on her shoulders.

“That must’ve been hard, Doctor,” Graham said empathetically. He knew the pain of having someone you love slip through your fingers, the Doctor knew that. But he didn’t know this pain and she doubted anyone did. “But you have to know that it wasn’t your fault. They fell. You couldn’t have known.”

The Doctor slowly stood to her feet. Shaking her head wistfully, she put a hand on the glass, thankful most of the other patrons had found other things to ogle at. She sighed, “Yeah… Except they didn’t fall. They jumped.”

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arcplaysgames · 1 year

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so i finished the second palace

look i had a bad depression day, i pretty much did nothing but drink matcha and eat pepitas and play this fucking game for the entire day. i don't recommend any of this.

lets try to sum up lmao

the school actually hires a therapist, which is suspiciously proactive of them lmao. i love the girl whose like "his voice is hot" as a person who is a connoisseur of Hot Voices, he's Fine. Like... Logan Cunningham he is not. But he's fine?

He is also the Councillor Arcana, which is one I have to level for the extra content, so I am suspicious of him too.

He is also not above bribery to get people to come say hi, so clearly he is a wise man. The trio here are supposed to go see him, along with everyone who's had direct dealings with Kamoshida. No one is hyped for this, but he seems nice, so.

of course you are, and of course he wants Reverie to help. Every time i see Reverie, i think of that Jeff Winger bit, "Why do so many people flock to me? Is it my height?"

I do enjoy snacks is the thing. Also it's fascinating to me that they apparently added a character into this game who is just here to be a shrink for these kids. How fucked up is this game gonna get, lmao.

The Councillor isn't a standard of RWS or Thoth or TdM. I know, shocking, right? Apparently it's a pull from a Spanish deck, so I'm looking at that card. it replaces the Magician, so... that's interesting. The Magician is a fairly good teacher, albeit kind of a hubristic show-off about it. The original card is under the sun and has the infinity symbol above the head and holds an Ankh and a wand. So they're wielding the metaphorical key to life but also a wand of power.

So... working as a teacher to help people gain control of their lives. Yanno, like a therapist would.

ROLLS MY DANG EYES AT MYSELF. Anyway.

On the way to school, some dude starts following Ann which freaks her out.

I DIDN'T KNOW THIS GAME HAD MATT MERCER. finally some good fucking food.

This guy is Yusuke and he's an artist and wants Ann to model for him in hopes it'll inspire his next work. His manner of speech is fun, very serious but Dramatique and kind of annoyed at people who don't buy into the drama. An aesthete!

Also his teacher drives by, so he's the next target obviously. Never trust the dude in the car who shows up right after your next party member. He's a super famous artist, Madarame.

Also Yusuke introduces himself them steps forward, knocking Ryuji out of the way. Lmao.

To be clear: Ryuji has never done anything wrong ever. My dislike of him is completely unfair. But also: lmao.

At Madarame's art exhibit, Ann happens to be taken by a specific painting. Yusuke reacts really oddly to her interest in it and tries to steer her towards another.

So the gist of this one is: Madarame is this ascetic artist gentleman type who is infamous for using a very wide range of techniques and styles in his work. Wow such talent! Except obviously he's stealing the work of his many students and claiming it as his own.

The Phantom Thieves peg that Yusuke either knows about this or is a victim of it himself, as Madarame's only current pupil, so Ann has to take the modeling gig to get closer to him and discover the truth.

BUT ITS A NUDE MODELING GIG. GASP.

This whole bit just made me kind of nod along. (Which might be the Depression Day to be clear.) Like, the game isn't excessively horny about Ann having to get nude for art, but also Ann is so not interested in doing this shit, compounded by yo her literal origin story in this game is having to perform being this sexual object for Kamoshida, so this whole diversion was.... not as bad as it could be but also just felt so unnecessary.

yep ryuji that might be bad!

because this game is a coward. i would throw Reverie on that grenade in a fucking instant, both to protect Ann because putting her in this position Sucks, and also I bet it'd be very funny to play through Reverie doing it. Also, Reverie is pretty objectively hot, why shouldn't he be the model?

WHATEVER.

Also there is a funny bit where a kid hears meowing on the train and Reverie pretends that Morgana is a doll that makes noise when you touch its head, so of course "Time to button mash."

ALSO ALSO. The Warden Twins are Strength. LISTEN. CAN'T BE WORSE THAN "FELLOW ATHLETES."

#p5 #persona liveblog

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plantdad-dante · 3 months

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Book #138 - The Crimson Fortress by Akshaya Raman

(probably the only book with "published first draft" vibes that I would pay actual money to read a re-do of)

So, uh... what the shit happened?

Don't get me wrong, the first half of this book was fine. Maybe stumbling a bit, here and there, but The Ivory Key did, too, so, like... it's fine. Especially because fuck, was I looking forward to this! And then...

And then the pacing just started picking up speed and kept getting faster and faster and faster, until the details, the descriptions, the explanations, the transitions, the character beats, disappeared from the page and it was just action, just plot, like a fucking summary-

Okay. To maybe illustrate what I mean, an example. There is a chapter, close to the climax, that is about 1.5 pages long (for the last ~100 pages, the chapters shorten from about 8-15 pages to 1-4 pages. Feel like that's important to mention) and it's from Ronak's perspective. In it,

- he sees his sister faint - he registers that there are no further traps in the room, other than the thing that made Vira faint and that seems to have been a one-time thing - he knicks The McGuffin (that he had given to Vira in the first place, so why even- ugh) from Vira - he decides to just carry her, because they need to continue their search for The Villain and hopefully she'll wake up on the way? - he hears and then sees The Villain's Goons draw near and realizes he can't hide - he decides to throw the McGuffin he just knicked at the enemies as a distraction, so that he has time to run? (btw, this is the last McGuffin the bad guys need to complete the Evil Plan and Ronak knows that, ffs) - he flees, carries Vira to safety - Vira wakes up and he tells her that he gave away the McGuffin

... in one and a half pages. And this isn't a dense, 6-point font kinda book. This is a normal, standard YA formatted book.

The fact that Ronak gave away the McGuffin never leads to conflict, btw. The next Vira chapter does not start with her yelling at him. It does not feature a fight, or even a discussion, or at least a mention of what Ronak did. It is just accepted, and then not mentioned again, like Ronak didn't do something extremely short-sighted and dumb, yet a-fucking-gain.

Also, Kaleb is just kind of a non-entity in the final showdown? Like, he has the Secret Weapon to Deafeat The Villain, and he hands it over to a very hurt Vira, who limps across the room to get it from him, so she can then limp back to the somehow still distracted Villain to defeat her?? And that's all he does, that's his entire contribution to the fight. We don't even get to know where he is in the room. So basically, Kaleb just stands there, paralysed by things outside his control, watching his siblings do their usual things (Riya - be rebellious and combative, Vira - be the one chosen to do the important bit, Ronak - get himself into danger for nothing but ego) and honestly, it's like nothing changed at all between these... ... Actually, I will just choose not to read into that scene any further, if it's all the same to you.

Speaking of Kaleb, I loved his character arc (and he does have one, even if it's a bit tell-don't-show, due to the pacing problem), but it wouldn't have hurt to actually see Lukas in the denouement. Just a bit. A glimpse. A line. A presence. Or am I asking too much. Like, when Lukas was introduced and Kaleb and him started exhibiting romantic tension, I was hyped, because the blackmailing thing had so much juicy angst potential, and then it just kinda- ugh.

And the worst thing is that I can't even dislike this book! Because the imagination that I loved in The Ivory Key was still there! There is, very clearly, a lot of coherency and thought behind this story. The characters and their relationships and the plot make sense. And they stay consistent throughout. It's just that... for about 150 pages, suddenly this lavishly described, evocative world gets stripped to its bones, as if the clock is running out and it is only conveying bullet points to me anymore, because it wants to get to the end before the bell rings. And then the denouement is completely normal again, as if nothing happened. As if I fucking hallucinated this skeleton of a third act.

Ugh, what I wouldn't give to read a version of this that's... well, actually finished. Hm.

#the ivory key #the crimson fortress #akshaya raman #wow i read the ivory key a whole 100 books ago #damn how time flies

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