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stolenslumber · 4 months

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though the stars walk backward (sjy) (preview)

Your first encounter with Jake Sim ends with ketchup on your clothes and his burger in his friend's lap. The second encounter doesn't go so smoothly, either. He thinks he might have gotten the hang of it by the third time, but as the saying goes: there is no easy way from the earth to the stars.

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x female reader GENRE: college au, one-sided enemies-to-lovers (the e2l part is short-lived lol sry), friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, fluff, romance, jake as a star soccer player but also loser physics nerd WARNINGS: swearing, eventual kissing and suggestive content/sexual themes, familial angst/generational trauma (it's present and it's heavy but it's not suuuuuper heavy) WORD COUNT: ~2.5k (preview); final word count is, again, btwn me and god PUBLISH DATE: reallyyyyyyy hoping to get this out before my next semester starts but We'll See About That...

“Don’t freak out, but I think the girl you stare at in the library is staring back at you.”

Jake freezes with his burger halfway to his open mouth. “What? Where? And I don’t stare at her in the library—”

Jay nudges his friend’s jaw upwards. “I said don’t freak out.”

“At least he didn’t turn in her direction,” Sunghoon offers. But he says it while looking disdainfully at the ketchup dripping from Jake’s burger onto the dining hall table, so Jake isn’t all that comforted by it.

Instead, he repeats “Where?” through gritted teeth.

“At your four o’clock, but I wouldn’t get too excited about it.” Jay squints. “I’m pretty sure she’s glaring at you, honestly. Okay, seriously do not freak out, but she’s coming over here…”

Jake tries to figure out what to do with himself as you approach with alarming speed— should he fix his hair, or tuck his shirt in? Damn it, he doesn’t even remember if he’s wearing something clean today. Before he can fully comprehend it, you’re standing in front of him, looking as pretty as ever in a silky dress that floats down to your ankles.

Your mouth opens to say something, and there’s a deep furrow between your brows that Jake longs to smooth out, but then his hands clamp down on his burger, and— “Oh shit, dude, I’m so sorry!”

Bright red ketchup decorates the front of your pristine white dress.

Your jaw drops, as does your gaze, fixated on the ugly red splotch spreading over the fabric covering your stomach. Everything you’d been meaning to say to him flies out of your head, replaced by blood rushing in your ears as your anger grows at the foolish oaf in front of you. “This is dry clean only,” you hiss.

Jake drops his burger in Jay’s lap, ignoring his friend’s squawk of indignation. Hurriedly, he wipes his hands on some napkins and tries offering them to you before cowing under your withering glare. “I am so sorry,” he repeats. His arms flail at his sides before he picks up the cardigan lying next to him and hands it to you. “You have a library shift coming up, right? Please feel free to wear this until you can get home and change. I have class until two, but I can take your clothes to the dry cleaners afterwards. I’m really so sorry!”

Your mouth shapes around air a few times as you work out exactly how to respond to him, but then your phone buzzes to remind you of your library shift— it is coming up— and you decide that you’ll deal with this— and him— later. Unhappily, you grab the proffered cardigan. “Two o’clock. Don’t be late.” And then you twist on your heel and depart, leaving Jake to stare sadly at the swish of your hair against your back.

“Are you gonna take my clothes to the dry cleaners, too?” Jay intones dryly from beside him.

Jake groans and sinks back down into the booth, covering his face with his hands and shaking his head repeatedly. “I can’t believe that just happened. I have to walk into traffic now.” Before Jay can say anything else, Jake tacks on, “And yeah, give me your pants.”

“Damn, take me to dinner first. Oh, wait, I guess you did offer me food.” Jay plucks the burger out of his lap and deposits it onto Jake’s plate pointedly.

Sunghoon lets out a whistle between his teeth. “Wow, I’ve never seen anyone fumble so badly. Like, seriously, that should be studied in a lab.”

“I got nervous!” Jake exclaims.

Sunghoon chortles. “Clearly. Cute girl comes over, and you not only call her dude, but you also squirt ketchup all over her.”

Jake kicks him in the shin, hard. “Can you not pile on?”

“Sorry, sorry.” Sunghoon holds up his hands in mock surrender. “Was that the first time you interacted with her?”

Unhelpfully, Jay pipes up. “Unless you count staring at her in the library interacting, I’d say yes. Speaking of, how do you know her schedule, bro? You’re creepier than I thought.”

Jake jabs him with an elbow. “My class got canceled once and I saw her at the library then, okay? Some of us actually have homework, Socrates and Warren Buffet.” He rolls his eyes at Sunghoon (philosophy) and Jay (business) in turn. “And again, I don’t stare!”

A few hours later, Jake stares at the back of your head.

He’s not in his usual spot in the library, which is a round table near the windows on the mezzanine level— straight line of sight to one of the reference desks, but he did not pick that spot on purpose, no matter how much his friends like to joke that he did. He’s been sitting in that spot since the first day of his freshman year; he’d chosen it because he like being able to see out into the quad, and the noise level in that area is perfect for him (not too quiet, which would make him fall asleep, and not too loud, which would just make him want to join in on wherever the fun was). He couldn’t have known that you would show up halfway through last year, get a job as one of the students manning the reference desk, and then occupy the exact spot his eyes tend to rest on when he zones out.

And he really couldn’t have known that you would be so pretty.

It doesn’t help that you’re in practically all of his classes this year, and he’s had the opportunity to talk to you every day for the past two weeks if he wanted to. He’s not the most shameless person in the world (Sunghoon), but he’s also not scared of his own reflection (Heeseung), so why couldn’t he have just introduced himself like a normal person on the first day of classes and avoided this whole ketchup fiasco?

Someone comes up to the desk to ask a question, and your head tilts toward them as the afternoon sunlight frames your face just so; Jake gulps and thinks, Oh yeah, that’s why. So pretty. And dizzyingly smart, if the way he sees your pencil fly over quizzes is anything to go by.

As if sensing his eyes on you, you twist around fully to catch him staring after you’ve answered the question of the person in front of you. Jake blinks deer-in-headlights eyes at you; if this was a cartoon, there would be a ?! above his head.

Your own eyes narrow at him and you jerk your head in your own direction. Get over here.

Jake gulps and straightens up before shuffling over to you. He kind of feels like he’s walking to the gallows, but on a flower-lined path, because his cardigan on you softens you around the edges, and you look right at home in it.

“Heeeeeeey.” He raises a hand and waves at you, even though he’s right in front of you. He winces before you can even raise a skeptical eyebrow at him, but then you do, so he grimaces. “Sorry, that was weird. Uh, hi.”

You nod curtly at him. “Hi. I’m done in two minutes. Thanks for being on time.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he mumbles to the floor. Luckily, you don’t catch it because you’re packing away the problem set you were doing in between answering student questions, which he chances a glance at because hey, he’d been having trouble with page 157.

Of course, you catch that. “What are you, twelve? Do your own work.”

“Wait, what? Hold on a second, I’m not trying to cheat off of you— hey, wait up!” He scrambles to catch up with you where you’re already halfway down the stairs. Panicked, he speeds past you and plants himself in your path, greeted by your look of supreme irritation for the second time that day. “I wasn’t trying to cheat off of you,” he says, more firmly this time. “I was just gonna ask you how you did with page 157, because I was having some trouble with it earlier.”

You scoff and slide to the left to go around him, only to be met by him mirroring you. “Are you serious right now? Get out of my way.”

“We’re going to the same place!”

“Yeah, and now I’ve remembered that I can pay for my own dry cleaning. Move.” You go right, and he follows.

“I’m still coming— I gotta take Jay’s pants there. I dropped my burger in his lap earlier when, well, you know.”

You go left again, and he follows once more. “Okay, for real? Let me go, asshole.”

Jake drops his backpack off his shoulders and hoists it onto his knee, rummaging around in it while still blocking your path. You think he’s officially lost it, but you’re also never one to miss an opportunity, so you feint to the right and then go left, but he’s faster and blocks you again with his head halfway buried in his backpack. Damn it, he’s good. You don’t realize you’ve said it out loud until he looks up at you and smiles sheepishly. “Soccer team,” he explains. Oh— that reminds you why you were approaching him at the dining hall in the first place, and real anger resurfaces in your blood.

“Like I care,” you snap. You’re about to just shove him down the stairs and call it an easy day when you’re met with a crumpled piece of graph paper waved in front of your face. “What the hell is this?”

“Next week’s problem set! See, look, I finished everything except the problems on page 157, and I did get started, but I just wanted to check if I was on the right path, okay? I promise, I wasn’t trying to cheat off of you.” He frowns. “These aren’t even graded for quality. It’s just a submission for completion.”

Your eyebrows climb up your forehead. Though his handwriting is shit, you can see that he’s telling the truth. The fact that he’s doing the problem set for next week probably should have tipped you off in and of itself, but what surprises you is the simple elegance with which his calculations come out. “Hey, how’d you do that on number 89 on page 151—” You cut yourself off. “Never mind. Fine, I believe you. Can you move now? We’re blocking the entire stairway.”

Jake seems to finally notice the build-up of annoyed students in front of and behind you both. “Right, oops.” He zips up his backpack and slings it over one shoulder before descending the stairs with quick steps. He turns around and tilts his head quizzically at you when you don’t follow.

Truthfully, you’re trying to decide if you should make a break for it and go up the stairs so you can take a different set of stairs down, but then you realize how childish that sounds. So, it’s with less dignity than you’d like that you meet him at the bottom of the staircase. But you don’t stop where he’s standing; instead, you breeze past him so smoothly that he finds himself staring at the back of your head for a few seconds before springing into motion after you.

“Soooooo… dry cleaner’s?” He offers you a tentative smile once he’s fallen into step with you.

You seem to have made your mind up about something, because you turn to him with a dazzling smile that knocks the breath right out of his lungs. “Lead the way.”

“O-Okay.” He’s taken aback by your sudden about-face, but he’s not going to question it.

He tells you that he’s happy to drive there, and you’re perfectly agreeable about it. You even start talking about the problem set that had been the source of such strife just minutes earlier. At the dry cleaner, you give him the biggest surprise yet when you ask for his number. Obviously, he gives it to you, and he has to pretend like he isn’t perturbed by the cryptic, almost manic look in your eyes when you promise that you’ll be in touch.

But then you’re gone without so much as a goodbye, and it’s only when he gets back to his place that he realizes he doesn’t even know how you got home, and he can’t text you because he doesn’t have your number.

Still. A win is a win.

ball sports (derogatory) (heeseung, jay, jake, sunghoon)

jake: this has been the strangest and possibly greatest day of my life

sunghoon: ur preaching to the choir ketchup boy

sunghoon: yizhuo told me i was hotter with blonde hair

sunghoon: so like hell yeah she thinks im hot but hell no now i have to dye my hair back

jake: ????? did i ask

jake: i’m talking about MY day

jay: she actually did not say you were hotter with blonde hair. in fact none of those words came out of her mouth

jay: you asked if she liked your new hair and she said no

sunghoon: hop off my dick tf????

heeseung: so what happened jake

sunghoon: oh i can tell u this it’s old news

sunghoon: jake fumbled his first interaction w/ the girl he stares at in the library

jake: BUT she asked for my number and said she’d be in touch!!!!

sunghoon: right so u can pay for her dry cleaning bill

jake: OR maybe she wants to be friends

jake: to lovers<3

jay: idk she kinda looked like she wanted to take you out when she was coming over to us at lunch today

jake: LIKE ON A DATE?????

jay: no like

jay: lethally

women’s rights and wrongs (you, minjeong, aeri, somi)

you: so you know how i was gonna confront jake today

yizhuo: yeah i heard that went poorly

yizhuo: sunghoon said something about ketchup????

you: nvm all that. i have a Better Plan. i’m gonna ruin his life

minjeong: cool

somi: noooooo he’s hot

you: HE RUINED MY BROTHER’S LIFE

somi: girl u have to let that go

somi: ur brother is 10 and made it to the B team for club soccer

somi: i think he’ll be fine

you: BUT HE SHOULD’VE BEEN IN THE A TEAM. I SAW JAKE’S BEADY EYES SINGLING HIM OUT UNFAIRLY

somi: he actually has like insane puppy dog eyes

you: anyways i’m going to systematically but subtly make his life more and more difficult as soon as i start assistant managing his soccer team on monday. but he will never know it’s me bc i’m going to be so nice and normal to his face BUT ACTUALLY i’m gonna make him my bitch

yizhuo: “nice and normal to his face” u have the worst poker face i’ve ever seen

minjeong: technically speaking if ur an assistant manager aren’t u THEIR bitch

#enhypen #jake sim #sim jaeyun #enhypen jake #enhypen x reader #jake x reader #enhypen fic #enhypen oneshot #jake sim fic #jake sim oneshot #lord tagging things on kpopblr still confuses me #okay anyways! felt silly goofy quirky tn so im posting this preview #fortunately or unfortunately the actual fic is currently at 10k+ words and we Just crossed the threshold into jake and mc being friends so!#there is A Ways to go #oh hey also i present: my shitty banner making skills (non-existent)#if it looks like a wattpad cover........ just dont tell me bc ill have to kms #ss.preview #fic: though the stars walk backward

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dasphinxone · 1 year

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Preview of Chapter 5 of As Above, So Below

AKA, Attuma doesn't take kindly to people and the Tribal Council talking shit about his warrior...even if she doesn't realize she's his yet 👀

This happens directly after the last chapter. Namor, Attuma and Namora are granted an audience in the Wakandan throne room with Queen Ramonda and the Tribal Council to see if they can come to an agreement on an alliance. Okoye flanks Shuri with Aneka and they are both Midnight Angels.

“If it settles the fish man’s wrath, a single marriage is but a small price to pay,” the Mining Tribe council member shrugged and rolled her eyes.

Shuri ignored her mother’s look of warning as the Mining Tribe representative dismissively waved her away and continued with a smirk, “Who are we to deny a disgraced general a chance to reinforce her loyalty to the crown that she so recently lost? This alliance would also prove that she is no traitor, like that ex husband of hers.”

“You would sell out one of our citizens, our general, to an invader?” M’Baku retorted with disbelief.

The Mining Tribe representative shot him a grin like a cat that ate the canary. “She volunteered. Just as the Princess allegedly did when she abandoned us to go to this one’s underwater kingdom,” she disdainfully pointed at the Talokanil.

“I most certainly did not abandon zidenge ezingenamsebenzi [you useless idiots],” Shuri grit out.

Attuma’s eyes widened at mention of a husband from the translation AI. The warrior was already mated? His heart sank, though his mind found no reason for this information to be a falsehood.

Why wouldn’t her talents and exquisite beauty find her actively mated? Who would turn down an opportunity to bind themselves for life to one of such great consequence? Surely, she had to beat off the most prestigious suitors with that spear of hers he still had clipped to his belt.

Shuri’s disgusted look as she hauled herself to feet caused the Mining Tribe representative to snap her mouth closed.

“Have you finished in your slander of my general?” The Princess growled, “Or perhaps you’d like to continue to waste everyone’s time with your fetid half-truths? We grow tired of it and more important discussions are at hand,” she gestured towards the Talokanil.

Ramonda’s snort of agreement quickly followed her daughter’s words.

At least the representative had the shame to cast her eyes downward before she declared, “I only speak the truth. W’Kabi was a traitor. She was married to him, eh?”

Attuma didn’t turn his body enough to attract attention. It still allowed him to take in how the warrior stood as still as stone. She stared straight ahead and beyond him, hand clutched around her new, golden spear.

Taking a few deep inhales through his rebreather, Attuma closed his eyes to concentrate on the individualized thrum of her heartbeat. Frowning at its increasingly frenzied rhythm, his gut twisted with infuriated gall at how the councilwoman spoke of the warrior’s evident past so publicly. The only good thing the old hag did was confirm that this rotten W’Kabi character’s marriage to the warrior lay at an end and in the past.

As the AI translated, Shuri suddenly clapped a hand over her mouth to suppress a cackled laugh while the Mining Tribe representative stiffly sat up. An ugly sneer flew to her face before she immediately fell silent at Ramonda’s raised hand.

“Is what le peek'o' nojoch máaktal [the old dog] says true?” Namor asked, brows arched in alleged innocence.

“Somewhat,” the Queen snapped. “She was married. Her husband betrayed his king. She nearly killed him for doing so. We do not blame others for their family’s faults. Each individual exists as a result of actions they undertake by their own hands within my kingdom."

Namor mockingly bowed his head. "That seems to be first thing we may agree upon when it comes ruling."

"However,” Ramonda's voice rose, “She was recently stripped of her command of our elite royal bodyguard for her failure in protecting my daughter from you. So I fail to see why you are so hungry to have one of so little consequence seal this historic alliance,” she shrugged with a tone as innocuous as though they were all discussing the weather.

Attuma’s heart roared at this offense so easily doled out to the warrior.

The time for remaining silent passed as he pounded the bottom of his scythe into the ground. Everyone startled and turned to take in how his shoulders heaved as he marched forward to stand next to his king.

“You offend my battle prowess by insulting my betrothed,” the Talokanil general growled.

“She is not your fiancé!” Shuri exclaimed as she threw her hands up in exasperation.

"She crossed paths with the mighty Attuma, Slayer of Sharks, Protector of the Cursed Trenches," he rumbled without pause, completely ignoring the Princess. "I have proven many times over the greatest wielder of my blade this side of multiple generations. Nevertheless, she lived. Whole and healthy to tell the tale of how she fought me with the blessed spear, the weapon of both our ancestors."

Okoye's hard stare caused Aneka to turn her head towards her in astonishment.

"I suggest you,” Attuma pointed his scythe in Ramonda’s direction, “Guard how you affix your words within your mouth when you speak of your distinguished in ba'ate'el [warrior], your grace.”

The room fell so utterly silent, one could hear a pin drop. Not even the Dora Milaje standing guard on their platform above pounded their spears to warn of speaking out of turn.

Namor arched a curious brow before a grin flashed across his features. Okoye’s head whipped around to take him in. Her face awash in confusion, her mouth hung open in bewilderment.

M’Baku slowly sat up straighter in his seat before he took a crunchy chomp of his cucumber. Everyone’s eyes darted to him in flabbergasted astonishment as he finally slapped his thigh.

“Clearly,” he shrugged, “The shark man speaks in poems of what may only be called truth.”

“What the fuck?!” Aneka’s words rang in Okoye’s comms in her suit. Okoye couldn’t’ be bothered to hide how she rolled her eyes.

Ramonda’s mouth curled with derision. “Are you serious, Jabari?”

“As serious as he so obviously is,” M’Baku waved his snack in Attuma’s direction.

None of them could see Attuma’s grin behind his rebreather. Perhaps the furry man would grow to the best of the potential allies among the rest in this room who claimed wisdom. Especially those conniving eels of the apparent Tribal Council.

TO BE CONTINUED...

In a few weeks, as work is kicking my ass right now. So I wanted to give y'all a little appetizer.

#okoye x attuma nation #okoye x attuma fanfic #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #general okoye #okoye #attuma #attuma of talokan #as above so below #wakanda forever fanfic #wakanda forever #black panther wakanda forever #danai gurira #alex livinalli

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vividxp · 2 years

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I feel a way about the “well this is too real for me” takes. I mean as a personal explanation I think it’s 100% valid. And I think people who were like “woah this isn’t what I expected” or “this is too much for me” are also valid.

But there is the need to allow room for people who do like it when their fantasy stories aren’t purely a vehicle of escapism but have some elements of verisimilitude. Personally that’s where I like my fantasy best. The fantasy elements serve to accentuate the all too human foundation of it all. In fact so much of the critical acclaim this show has gotten is because of the willingness not to ignore the reality. People praise Louis being changed to a Black Creole because the change is meaningful and not ignored because racism or complicated dynamics of an interracial relationship would be too much of a bummer to see on screen.

The season hasn’t been finished and I’m willing to see how it plays out because it’s been my opinion that the writing has been well executed. That where we ended up in the story at the end of Episode 5 was something that was built up to not total randomness out of the blue for shock value.

There have been some critiques of the heavy handedness of Daniel’s character interjecting Louis’s story to go “wait so you really didn’t see the massive power imbalance? Black and white? Teacher and Pupil? Wait you didn’t really see that this relationship was abusive?” But I think they need to be that obvious. Especially in light of some of the reactions coming out.

Louis asks Daniel to stop and let the story seduce him like he was seduced. I think the writers were aware that it would be far too easy to be seduced by Lestat. That we would over look the red flags in this fantasy. That we wouldn’t understand or we would discount Louis’s feelings that he was being hunted.

I’m not speaking for specific people but some of the reactions to Lestat’s actions has felt like a rejection of those warning signs. It’s the rejection of having to sit with the uglier parts of a toxic relationship. That as long as the toxicity stayed under a certain threshold we could still paint it as romantic and not feel conflicted about doing so.

The writers in Episode 5 basically said no, we’re not going to let people do that with Lestat. And judging by the Episode 6 preview they aren’t going to shy away from confronting the urge to overlook that ugliness.

I think one of the reasons why immortality is a great vehicle for telling darker stories in fantasy is because you grant your characters unlimited time (and safety to an extent) to work through these issues. That there is time to be brought low and change for the better. Time that we, as mortals, don’t have.

I think we can all agree that the writers dug a deep hole and it’s going to be a tall task to build back up to a satisfying ending. But so far I have seen writing that has been aware of what they’re doing and writing that has gone out of their way to try to make sure the audience knows what they’re doing. So I, personally, am currently willing to give them enough of a benefit of the doubt. The writers could fail! But I hope they can succeed. I think there’s an interesting story and relationship here that’s worth being told here.

#interview with the vampire #iwtv spoilers #meta

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lookingforcactus · 5 months

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Live action Yu Yu Hakusho liveblog (ep 2)

Okay listen. Whoever wrote and whoever is voicing the little kid Yusuke saves has never heard an actual six year old talk in their lives

Also forgot to say last ep but liked the move to age yusuke up a bit. Also Botan's digital file of Yusuke talking back at her is hilarious

Botan's voice (Eng dub) isn't quiiiite as expressive as would hit the mark for me compared to the anime but whatever she's adorable I forgive her

Also forgot to say last ep "Maybe it's better you're dead" BOTAN STOP ASDLKFJADS I love her your honor

Fights and vfx on Goki are actually kind of shockingly good, esp given how much I Did Not like him in the anime

VERY annoying and unfortunately typical that the darkest-skinned guy we've seen so far is. very specifically. the demon that eats children and that the anime makes uh iirc a lot more directly than I ever wanted to watch into a Certain Allegory

Interested that Reikai doesn't seem to know who Kurama actually is. Was that the case in the anime/manga?? I feel like no, they knew who he used to be from the initial briefing on the thieves but idk season 1 wasn't exactly my favorite to go back and rewatch literally ever

My favorite was 2 and 4. If you even care. lol

Kurama standing there during the fight like a creeper go

Actually fight with Goki is very epic. Again super creative and impressively believable way for Yusuke to survive and fight back against a guy with WAYYYY superior strength

Also wow is Yusuke underqualified for these fights rn lol. I mean we knew that but he's lucky he pulled that one out in the end. And esp lucky that Kurama won't want to fight, obv

YUKINA

Her wig is sadly Not as impressive as Botan's, and I'm not a fan of what looks like her contacts. Did they make her eyes green??? Bc her eyes being red is kind of narratively. you know. Relevant

Wait is that guy helping Yukina Hiei???!!! Human-form Hiei??!!!

Wait no of course not Hiei would've just killed everyone and gotten her out

(Listen we don't have any good shots of his face yet okay. That little sister line made me think!)

Interesting new jagan origin + (presumably?) moving up Yukina as Hiei's motivation. Makes sense given how everything about Hiei's first manga/anime appearance was ignored afterward lol when he was too popular to kill off

I hope they got rid of his original plan/motivation, anyway. I hated the mind control arc thing with him esp on Keiko. Dickhead

Well. Eyehead. Technically. But yknow

Pfft Kurama 100% staging that entire encounter and stalking ep meaning Yusuke thinks he's being sooo sneaky

Kurama's outfit is really pretty actually btw. I like it better than his anime outfit by a lot. The pink always clashed with his hair sooo bad

Also the pink in the preview images made me think/hope he was a girl (who actually got to fight in a shounen anime!!!!) and you have no idea how disappointed I was when I realized that wasn't true

Pfft Kurama using his demon powers to?? Pull a quickchange?? Amazing

His hair continues to not work nearly as well as in the anime but that was a lost battle from the beginning let's be real. At least it's better than Hiei's

(Which is so actively bad what was that shadow with his hair in the knife scene what)

Shiori benefits a lot from being played by like. an actually human person who also is older and has visibly aged. Gives her Character, makes her less of Just An Archetype

Momma's boy Kurama excellent as always. Meanwhile Yusuke's just flat out not replying to a single thing Shiori is literally saying to him lol

Wait does the quickchange imply that Kurama only uses that outfit on demon business. Bc in the show it's just his (ugly) school uniform but here it's clearly not. I really desperately want that to be his On Demon Business outfit in this show lol

Also makes the fact that he had Yusuke stalk him in that outfit funnier. then. boom. quickchange. Mom can't see the Demon Business Outfit

Hmm something about Kurama and his delivery isn't rly landing for me here. But to be fair he is being super Performative and Deliberate about all of this so that may be on purpose

I hope it's on purpose. Bc Kurama's great and I'd REALLY like to buy him/his lines as a character in this

He does successfully pull off "casually menacing" (you know, without murdering someone first) much more easily than his anime counterpart tho so that's cool

Meanwhile, Yusuke's face. Great face-acting there. Also great face

The scrapes on Yusuke's face really are v aesthetically arranged lol. but still look legit enough. I'm a fan

Okay I'm buying Kurama now. Excellent

"I've been deceiving that woman for many years" genuinely love that he put it that way. He's come to care about her so much but he's not trying to make himself sound better or lying to himself about the situation

It is killing me that he used the phrase "fertilized egg" in this explanation. It's killing me. It's also raising Fucking Questions. (But does at least give an explanation for how Kurama didn't like. Kill the original Shuichi's soul when he took the body.)

Oh the pattern on Kurama's outfit is roses!!! love it

Kurama: Sees Kuwabara following them

Kurama: ...Anyway.

The mirror of darkness looks like a fucking ipad. I can't take it seriously why does the mirror of darkness look like an ipad!!!

IT DOESN'T EVEN REFLECT ANYTHING

What's with the weird scifi aesthetics here and on the other artifacts? This is a fantasy show, fantasy aesthetics would fit better

The mirror-realm life-taking sequence is just. so much. lol it's so much once again I am unable to take it seriously!

Wait Shiori! You don't know there was magic saving you!! Don't take off your oxygen mask without a doctor's permission!!! Practice self-care!!!

Okay Kuwabara looks super different from his anime/manga self-from the front, but from the back he has the EXACT same silhouette as anime!Kuwabara, so much it's EERIE. I'm learning lots of things about what pompadours look like in real life-

hsb, ig???

HIEI HAS BLUE EYES?!!??!?!?!!!!

I mean at least they didn't only change Yukina's

But this is WEIRD

Also making the jagan not purple anymore, just an actual third eye, was the correct choice

Hmm I don't like how they translated Hiei's outfit as much as I do the others. (I like how they translated literally everyone else's outfits. This is so disappointing, esp since Hiei's aesthetics go off. There's too much white and too much detail in his outfits. Give me his cloak!!! Also changing the scarf into a turtleneck is highkey Not Working For Me

Anime!Hiei would literally never wear a turtleneck

Why is he wearing a turtleneck, he's a FIRE DEMON, it's not like he can get cold

The scarf is okay because it was clearly not primarily for keeping him warm

Give him the cloak I want the cloak!!

And he should be wearing all black underneath it! I mean I know he wears other color shirts under it in the dark tournament arc iirc. But live action won't have the control over the cloak for that lol

At least give him something all black (except the scarf or something similar) (NOT a turtleneck) with a similar silhouette to the cloak

And idk compared to the others I think his costume looks kinda cheap

OOF effects on the Toguros are NOT convincing. Oof. I admire their commitment to taking their physicalities literally but uh. They should've been less ambitious and focused more on translating the vibe. Imho

Okay! Time for episode 3!

#yu yu hakusho #netflix yu yu hakusho #yu yu hakusho spoilers #me #liveblogging

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Some previews below the cut :)

Gregstophe #1

His silence turned to sobs and wails of anguish, face contorting into an ugly, twisted mess as his sorrow grew, grief tearing its way into his heart and ripping it apart. He had never felt something like this before. He didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

But, as confident and leader-esque as he was, he knew to let himself cry. He was book smart yes, but he also knew that keeping his emotions in would do him no good. He wasn’t arrogant. So, as he sat there and sobbed, clutching his dear friend close to his chest in a hug, he didn’t hear all the commotion around him, and thus, didn’t notice when Satan had gone back down to Hell.

The sky was blue.

And his friend was suddenly intaking sharp gasps of air, sputtering and coughing. He greedily took as much as he could into his previously punctured lungs.

As his eyes focused a moment later, he took in the disheveled frame of the blond beside him, tears flowing down his face, which was stuck in an expression of pure shock.

“…What is ze matter wis you?”

Gregstophe #2

Christophe puts up a wall to deal with whatever is tossed his way, except for when it comes to Gregory.

He’s never been an emotional person, usually only expressing anger or irritation, & due to this many see him as cold hearted & void of emotions altogether.

Gregory is 100% ok with physical touch, while Chris is completely against it.

Gregory still makes small efforts of contact, whether it be a quick pat on the back, a hand on the shoulder (until Christophe removes it); slowly, and I mean very slowly, do the small gestures get longer (but they never last for more than a minute, & hugs are OUT of the question).

The boys have been through a lot together & have grown close. Gregory is the only one that can touch Christophe, & this has caused Christophe to lower his walls just a tad, but only to Gregory.

It is on the day of the American-Canadian war, after Chris has been killed and brought back to life, that those walls crumble down, & it’s like a metaphorical dam has broken, leaving the floodgates to ravish the Frenchman’s body. Once Gregory finds out he’s alive, the Brit clings to him as if he’d never see him again, and it’s in this moment that the boy doesn’t recoil away from the contact, but instead stiffens, before he slowly slumps & melts into the hug, bringing his arms to rest around the other, careful & timid, as if he squeezed too hard the Brit would break like porcelain.

Dip #1

Pip knew he wasn’t supposed to be in here.

The Thorn’s had been nice enough to allow him into their home, but they forbid him from ever entering this small room in the basement.

And for good reason.

Shame he didn’t listen.

-intro-

Humans keep the antlers of the deer that they kill as a prize.

Angels keep the horns of demons.

Demons keep the wings of angels.

Pip is always welcome into the Thorn home, but there is one room that is off limits for him -the small room in the basement. In that room is racks filled with angel wings from angels slain by demons. Pip’s wings are a dusty grey, but he’s still horrified. “Are my wings more valuable? Will they be treasured because of their color and size? Am I the smallest angel they’ve killed and want my wings???” Damien assures him that no, he won’t be harmed, and that this room hasn’t been added to in centuries -Satan doesn’t like to utilize the room anymore, but the demons of Hell don’t want to get rid of it, arguing that it is a part of their history.

“Pip-“

“NO! I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT FROM YOU, YOU-YOU MONSTER! HOW DARE YOU! HOW COULD YOU DO SUCH A THING TO THOSE POOR PEOPLE?! THOSE ANGELS!”

He ignored how Damien flinched when he uttered that word.

“Pip, would you just-“

“NO! WERE YOU PLANNING ON DOING THAT TO ME, HUH?! WHERE YOU? JUST USING ME, GAINING MY TRUST, ONLY SO YOU COULD BETRAY ME AND ADD TO YOUR SICK TROPHY CASE LATER ON? ANSWER ME!”

“PIP! WOULD YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS?! NONE OF THIS IS MY DOING, I WOULD NEVER DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS!

He continued on, fangs gleaming as he shouted.

“LEAST OF ALL TO YOU! I CARE ABOUT YOU TOO DAMN MUCH! WHY CAN’T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!” At this point, the blond began to curl his greying wings around himself, a fear instinct that made his body betray his mind, as he was furious with the demon in front of him and wanted to make himself look as big and intimidating as possible.

Dip #2

Meanwhile Pip is on his way to their house, sneaking out of the orphanage at night. He had meant to leave during the day, but the nuns showed up and the orphanage and they prayed all day.

On his walk a storm hits out of nowhere, terrifying the poor Brit. He’s already terrified of storms, and this one was right on top of him, moving in the same direction he was, agonizingly slow.

In his moments of irrational thought, he books it to the Thorn’s house, jumping each time there’s a flash of lightening (which is non-stop) and the booming thunder that follows. He’s covering his ears in desperation, while also using one hand to hold onto his beloved hat.

By the time he reaches their home he’s thoroughly soaked through, shivering, and terrified. He only prays that they’re home and that they can hear his desperate knocking.

Thankfully, Satan open the door and is rightfully surprised.

“M-mister Thorn sir? Can I come in?” Formalities forgotten in his terror.

“Phillip? Goodness, what are you doing out here? Come in, come in! Quickly!” He ushers him in and yells to Damien to grab a towel and a set of his pajamas.

#sp dip #pip pirrup #damien thorn #gregstophe #gregory of yardale #christophe delorne #ze mole #south park #ao3 #fanfiction

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Wisteria & Moonlight 6

Ajani x Will + more characters

Fic info

Chapter word count: 5,373

Warnings: sexual harassment, violence, deaths, slight blood and gore

This is a preview * read in full on A03

🎶🎶The playlist so far, I’m gathering songs I’ve listened to while writing this and getting in the mood. Of course, this is musically catered to me so it won’t be for everyone

Ajani swings by the bar once more and puts her empty cup down, she didn’t drink it of course, but thanks to magic it seemed like she did. There’s already a man behind the bar, at first glance he’s warm and friendly, but once gets a glimpse inside his mind, she knows he’s anything but; he’s a piece of shit, just like the others.

“Want another sugar?” He asked with a grin.

“It’s a party, why not.” she forced a smile.

He tops off her drink. Before the rich brown liquid stops flowing, another wolf is by his side. She's physically gorgeous but her energy makes her ugly. She quickly kisses the wolf and splays her hand on his chest while staring at Ajani. Clearly, but unnecessarily making her claim.

“Lots of pretty faces pass through here, remember that. You’re nothin’ special.”

For some reason, the wolf felt the need to state this, much to Ajani’s annoyance. Ajani can feel her brother watching, ready to step in. She tells him with her mind to stay back. Ajani rounds the bar and leans in close to the woman.

She whispers close to her hear," try what you’re thinking honey and your guts will be splayed all over the floor. I promise.” She leans back, then smiles at the woman, “keep your man. I don’t want him.”

Ajani steps away and ignores their eyes on her back. The woman is more upset than she was before, and her lover makes it worse by laughing and making some kind of comment about how hot it is seeing women fight over him.

Sexual energy is something that can be felt so strongly, it is almost suffocating at times, especially coming from wolves. When unwanted, it’s inky and heavy. Ajani shakes it off and receives an update in her mind from Zola.

(Zola: 40 minutes out)

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Next chapter - soon

Master list ( more TF, Charlie, Will and more on the list)

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#Will miller #Benny miller #werewolves and witches #arte original #vampires #original characters #fic: wisteria & moonlight #werewolf will miller #werewolf benny miller #poc characters #black female lead

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Miss Kyouko’s Locked Room Lecture (3/7)

It was as if logic conundrums were toys for Kyouko-san to amuse herself with. Things being confusing enough as they were, you might wish she'd stop playing people like this.

For Kyouko-san, who had in a certain sense already completed her entrusted task, speaking of the case as if it were none of her concern may be merely be habit. However, no matter how unassuming her manner of speaking, her insights were keen and provoked thought, as Officer Tooasa thought. An open storefront should be the last place anyone would choose to commit murder.

Too many potential witnesses.

Even if you had doubts about the adjacent fitting room, you couldn’t ignore the crowd before you entered. The store wasn’t usually bustling, but holidays had drawn in a number of customers so high that inspectors had their hands full with questioning alone.

And not only eyewitnesses.

This wasn't exactlqy a quaint detective novel setting— CCTV cameras monitored every corner of the store, in full operation during business hours. Being an upscale establishment, security in this regard had to be foolproof.

They weren't tiny pinhole cameras; they were impossible to overlook with a slight upward glance. While there might be margin for errors and misinterpretations with human accounts, machines made no such blunders. A thorough analysis of the recorded footage was necessary, of course, but essentially, we must regard the images captured as absolute.

“But modern video camera designs sure are stylish.”

Kyouko-san interjected with this somewhat off-the-mark comment. From what he'd seen, Officer Tooasa did not consider the cameras exactly modern (more like antiquated), but soon enough, it clicked to him that this was the peculiar drawback of the forgetful detective.

Since her memory does not update, her definition of ‘modern’ increasingly diverged from reality. The incoming fashion terminology she had adequately prepared for, but anything not previewed was completely unknown to her.

Without any particular obligation to explain this point, he, feeling it necessary as somebody assisting in the investigation, casually ran through the structure.

“That is a wide-angle camera that manages images via Wi-Fi. A network camera, if you will. The footage is stored on the cloud and controlled by the store manager from a computer in the office, I think. So it would be tough to tamper with.”

“Wha… Wi-Fi? Clou-oud?”

Kyouko-san tilted her head quizzically, as if hearing words from another planet. ‘Cloud’ was one thing, but Wi-Fi had become relatively common vernacular ages ago, so just how far back did her memory go without updating— Officer Tooasa had thought of it as just a few, but it could well be ten, even fifteen years.

Or maybe all of them…

Hesitating to tread that far into curiosity, Officer Tooasa made do with simply giving a brief explanation of “Wi-Fi” and “cloud”.

“Wow, talk about high-tech!”

She looked very happy, nodding frequently in admiration.

Apparently delighted in having absorbed new knowledge— a detective without curiosity wouldn’t be much of one for sure. But no matter how much she learned— no matter what Tooasa taught her— she’d forget all about it by tomorrow.

“I see, I see. But bear in mind, security cameras are not foolproof. There are always blind spots.”

“That’s true.”

Strictly speaking, it’s not unfeasible to set up security cameras in such a way as to reduce blind spots to practically zero. However, if that were done, every square inch of the ceiling would be covered in cameras.

That would be quite ugly.

Customers couldn’t find peace of mind in such an environment, let alone enjoy shopping.

“That is the tricky part, yes. Make security too tight and it gives ordinary customers the feeling they’re being suspected of wrongdoing. Not a pleasant experience.”

“Yeah. And if you raise security awareness too conspicuously, paradoxically, it gives the impression of an unsafe environment.”

Officer Tooasa believed this principle applied not only to cameras but all crime prevention tactics and regulations.

“The number of security cameras in the store seems perfectly reasonable given the circumstances. They also use security tags to properly manage their merchandise.”

“Security tags.”

She repeated— unaware of security tags, no surely she wasn't— Kyouko-san obviously knew of them and went on to say,

“But neither cameras nor tags managed to prevent a murder.”

True enough, anti-theft measures only go so far. Crimes of impulse or desperation are difficult to prevent. Assuming these crimes are committed with the expectation of being caught, serving as a police officer must feel rather pointless— but, this is not always the case, so let’s not jump to conclusions.

“As far as we can tell from eyewitness accounts and CCTV footage, something’s off about this case. Besides the closed fitting room, the public’s eye seems to have formed a ‘locked room’ of sorts.”

“Locked room, you say?”

Caught off guard by her recognition of his attempt to simplify the explanation for her, he floundered a moment. Those were not the sort of words one should use around a detective.

Kyouko-san had repeated the phrase this time not out of lack of understanding.

Locked rooms only exist in detective fiction, or so people think. They exist in reality in various forms, whether or not they are called “locked rooms” is another debate. The term brings connotations of mystery and thrill that might seem insensitive when applied to real-life crimes, as though making light of it. It wasn’t jargon that a detective should use, let alone a police officer— a ‘locked room formed by public eye’ even, stretching the definition of a locked room, what a disaster.

As much as he had strived to separate his personal interests from his professional life, the unfamiliar restaurant setting— or perhaps the fact he was dining alone with a woman— had made him uncharacteristically nervous and allowed those words to slip out.

"Um, I-I beg your pardon, I promise I'm not just messing around..."

“No, not at all. You're correct, it really is a locked room. Could you be one of those who decided to become an inspector because you were a big fan of mystery novels?”

She had hit the bullseye.

He only let slip one offhand remark and it was as if she could see right through him. This must be a hallmark of her profession. Doubtless it was not based on any single word but rather an impression formed from his every word, action, and subtle cue. A simple denial— “It’s not like that”— would do. But flustered as he was, Officer Tooasa wavered. At such a question, the slightest hesitation could be taken as affirmation.

“Fufu.”

He was indeed feeling none too pleased, thinking that he was being mocked when she laughed at him like that. But,

“How enviable it is to have such a compelling reason for your choice of profession,” Kyouko-san continued on.

“I have long forgotten why I became a detective. To have such a clear personal motivation that you can openly profess, how I envy you. I wish I could say the same, that I pursued this line of work out of love for detective novels and admiration for famed detectives.”

“……?”

He wasn’t quite sure what she was trying to say with that. At least it looked like her words were not meant to mock yet rightly or wrongly, he didn’t consider “a love of detective novels” to constitute “a proper reason.”

“It isn’t all that unthinkable. In sports, are there not many who became professional athletes out of admiration for comic book heroes? There is no reason police officers or detectives cannot be motivated by the same.”

She declared, incontrovertibly.

Although Officer Tooasa found this logic somewhat strained, it nevertheless helped alleviate some of his stubbornly embedded insecurities, at least by a little bit. Perhaps it was because such words had come from a detective, and not any detective but a famed one.

That being said, it was unmistakably clear to him she did not say all that just to make him feel better.

“Now then, to bring our discussion back to the locked room,”

She said and rolled up her sleeve in a show of determination.

“There exists no law against becoming either a detective or a police officer. However, murder is strictly forbidden by law. Now, whether this particular crime was meticulously planned or spontaneously committed remains to be seen— these circumstances, undeniably, have resulted in a peculiar locked room. To refute this irrefutable fact, allow me to begin scrutinizing it.”

As she said, “I shall do my best to make sense of this, even if I am not of much help,” Kyouko-san thumped her rolled-up arm onto the table, the inner side exposed as if preparing for a blood draw.

Even in the dimly-lit bar, her skin glowed like fresh snow. Almost too intense for a middle-aged man.

He did not know what this was, she had him befuddled with her string of actions.

“May I borrow a pen?” Kyouko-san, nonchalantly, stretched her right hand, plucked the ballpoint pen lodged in Officer Tooasa breast pocket, and uncapped it dexterously with one hand.

“The shop opens at ten o’clock.”

She drew a line on her bare left arm near the wrist.

“The body was found at twelve noon—"

Another line higher up, near the elbow.

“The question is what transpired between these times, correct?”

“Ah, yes, yes...”

She had not rolled up her sleeve in a show of determination after all, it was to use her arm like a timeline… No, not "like," but to literally write on it. To think she would treat her radiant, snow-white skin as a notebook was almost sacrilegious. She could have asked for paper or scribbled on a napkin. Tooasa had a notebook on him, for that matter.

Perhaps it was because of her absolute obligation to confidentiality that she wrote confidential matters on her body of all things, so she would have to scrub it off later, as part of her information management regimen.

“All in all, officer, begin by ascertaining all the eyewitness testimonies and security footage. Some statements might contain misunderstandings or lies, but for the time being, let us presume everything to be true.”

“Misinterpretations or misunderstandings, I get that, but in what instances do you mean someone was lying, Kyouko-san? Does it imply that the culprit is among those we’ve already questioned?”

“I’m not here to deduce, that's not my job this time. The murderer could be amongst them, or not. But people, even innocent ones, sometimes perjure.”

“Not the culprit yet lying in testimony… Maybe they know the criminal and want to protect him? Or at the least don’t want to give active testimony. That what you mean?”

All he could do was make subtle inquiries and gauge her reaction, as Kyouko-san refused to cross the line between detective and advisor.

“And then there are those who simply prefer to stay clear of troublesome matters. After all, this matter concerns itself around murder. It’s common sense to avoid incurring a killer’s ire by not testifying.”

“Yes…”

The customers who had left the store as soon as the body was discovered likely fall into that category. Compared to the gawkers who photographed the corpse with their smartphones, who’s the Good Samaritan here?

“Some may deny seeing something they saw or claim they saw something they did not. Factor in all possibilities and evaluate them. As the Little Prince said, ‘What is essential is invisible to the eye,’ but what is visible to the eye is equally essential— who saw what? Let's unravel these testimonies.”

“What is visible is equally essential… hm?”

Her words, as obvious as they may seem, carried a depth when said so lightly.

“If we believe every testimony yet the conclusion seems awry, it must mean somebody lied.”

This is good old reverse proof, said she.

Using “trust” to sniff out lies… like a twisted mind game, as always. Not something to be carried out with such a smile.

“Are some lying— or has one deceived everybody?”

“……”

Maybe all she was doing was motioning through possibilities one by one, but the idea of someone hoodwinking them all sounded remote to him. And if such a deception could be pulled off under such circumstances— fooling every customer in the store, coaxing them into false testimony— wouldn’t this be a feat worthy of a criminal mastermind?

There’s a detective; there’s a locked room.

But no master criminal— we’re in reality here.

“Yes. Never in my forgetful detective career have I met a criminal capable of such elaborate deception. Or perhaps my memory fails me again.”

With the punchline inserted, Kyouko-san began verifying the facts.

“The victim, Yanei-san, entered the boutique at eleven that morning. We have an eyewitness, and the CCTV camera captured her walking through the entrance.”

Whilst speaking Kyouko-san wrote on her arm the overview of the murder case— ‘Yanei arrived’ between the wrist and elbow. Written on the soft flesh, yet still in immaculate handwriting.

“Once inside, she browsed the shop and selected several items of clothing before entering the fitting room. Multiple eyewitnesses observed her movements. With an outfit that eye-catching, she must have been hard to miss.”

She had not seen the body herself, but Officer Tooasa’s first impression suggested “eye-catching” was an understatement. To be matter-of-fact, “flamboyant” was more like it. He wondered if it only appeared too fashionable to him because he had no sense for such things. But if she had described it so, his impression had to be apt.

“Interestingly she was wearing Nashorn clothes from head to foot.”

“People did mention she was a regular…”

Her outfit had looked different from the clothes Kyouko-san had selected earlier. A difference in style, perhaps?

“Yanei-san entered the fitting room and never came out again. She remained hidden inside until her body was discovered. No screams or quarrels were overheard.”

“So it seems.”

A wooden blunt instrument striking a head would barely resonate amidst the boutique’s ambient music; faintly audible, but nobody would suspect it as the sound of murder.

Had there been people in adjacent fitting rooms, that’d be another story. But, there were no witnesses of that sort— if there were, by the time the body was discovered they had probably already left the store. Or, they didn’t want to get involved and chose to stay mum— regardless, for now we assume all testimonies are true.

Under the premise of “nobody lied.”

“Naturally,” Kyouko-san underlined this point, her scribbled arm now resembling hieroglyphics.

“Nor was the culprit seen making their escape.”

From another point of view, that’s what was so incredible.

Killing in broad daylight— in a store with eyewitnesses and security cameras, or in a cramped fitting room, it was all a bit fa fetched for just anybody to attempt, but you couldn’t say there was absolutely nobody who would.

Not everybody consistently sticks to the best solution. Maybe due to momentary impulse or misconception, they make irrational and careless blunders like this. Piling up such colossal errors and still successfully escaping— was utterly irrational.

Furthermore, not only did anybody fail to see the culprit fleeing afterward, nobody reported seeing them enter the fitting room beforehand.

“Correct. The culprit might have been hiding inside all along, biding their time.”

She said so but clearly not in earnest— who would be such an oblivious victim to walk into a fitting room where somebody lay in wait? And there wasn’t even any place to hide; wherever they were hidden would have been plainly visible.

“If the fitting rooms didn’t extend to the ceiling, the culprit could have climbed over the walls from one to another or escaped through the top somehow.”

Nashorn’s fitting rooms did have partitions all the way to the ceiling. Officer Tooasa dismissed that theory at once. Although not complex in construction— they could be dismantled with some tools if one is so willing, this however would draw more attention than naturally opening the curtain. Slipping in and out quietly when nobody was looking sounded more believable.

“It is very much a blind spot, since CCTV cameras cannot be pointed at the dressing rooms. No cameras are installed on the nearby ceilings either.”

The area relied solely on human observation— as such, it might not be impossible.

All you have to do is confirm nobody will see you and then sneak in the fitting room. But even so, the victim was still in there changing clothes when she was bludgeoned with a hanger— she would have screamed the moment the curtain was pulled back. Putting the issue of her screaming aside for a moment and focusing on the 'not being seen' point alone, there might still be a chance for intrusion.

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the tenth and final major post of the current constellations is here !!!

ignore how ugly the preview looks, i really shouldn’t of started at nine but y’know, it’s fine, it just means more characters can share the spotlight now

feels weird to be caught up before 3.6 drops, so i dunno what i’ll do now oops

as always, check the account for the previous nine, and click the names for the seven!

#genshin impact #genshin impact art #bennett #fischl #layla #mika #sayu #tighnari #xiangling

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mosviqu · 1 year

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RICKY DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD SO THAT MAKES ME SO HAPPY;-; i was so shocked about jake🥸 AND ALSO THE PREVIEWS ARE OUT AND I ALTEADY REALLY LOVE ALL OF THE SONGS LMAO HOPE U WILL LIKE THEM AS WELL ONCE THEIR ALBUM IS OUT!!! ze_rose and i'm🥱 but i came to accept it and i just ignore the underscore AND VERY HAPPY U ARE JOINGING TO THE GASLIGHTING LMAO

IT IS A 10/10 THEY WENT OFF SOO HARD WITH THIS ALBUM MY GOD!!!! MY TOP THREE WAS BASICALLY THE SAME PORTRAIT OF A BLANK SLATE CONSEQUENCES AND SCUM and dude i'm never replying this late anymore cuz finding ur reply and the review was😭 FOR PORTRAIT OF A BLANK SLATE SO TRUE ITS AN 11/10 SONG I WAS SO SHOCKED THAT THIS IS ONLY THE FIRST SONG AND ITS ALREADY THIS GOOD?!??!?!!??! u saying consequences is the step sister of perfume makes so much sense oh lord!!! that is such a wilbur thing to say and how lovejoy is i actually wouldn't be surprised if they would pull through with that idea and really hoping for u that they actually will!!!! i love warsaw so muuuuchhhh and i hope he continues to write more about european cities🤭 and the line u quoted made my jaw drop ngl when i heard it🫡 yesss they did play it before to my knowledge and he even posted a snippet once on twitter!! and scum i just love it so much the chorus soo much AND YES THE WAY WILBUR SINGS IT IS SO ADDICTING IMO!!! and golden hour dude the song my jaw was dropped the whole time like for every reason possible ITS SUCH A GOOD SONG BUT THE LYRICS DEFF LEFT ME SPEECHLESS LIKE MY GOD and tbh this might also be my fav so might should add that to the other three ngl (and also u mentioning me in the tags got me🤭🤭🤭hihi)

and very glad to see ur reaction to jihoons cute hair so love the profile pic I HOPE HE WILL DO HIS HAIR LIKE THIS MORE OFTEN (liebestraum anon💕💕)

I FOUND OUT RECENTLY THAT HIS EMOJI IS A STRAWBERRY ????? I AM CRYING MY EYES OUT ?????? i AM stanning thats a given ill literally gaslight myself if the songs are bad /j i havent listened to the previews yet i only heard the title track on tiktok and its so good already i ???? i bet its gonna be amazing bc enha is always 0 skip to me. also its not ze_rose in my eyes thats so ugly zerose is so much better.

10/10 ALBUM INDEED I LOVE THAT I HAVE A LOVEJOY STAN FRIEND TO SCREAM ABT THIS WITH !!!!! glad our top 3 matches istg all of the songs are so good but these 3 hit the hardest. like i listened to the album in order and the first song started and i legit went 😟 oh lord. OH LORD this is gonna slap. AND AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT the lyrics have similar vibe i love this kinds of songs SO. MUCH. like i would absolutely fucking lOOOVE a lovejoy concert id drag my brother w me (he doesnt listen to lovejoy but he used to watch his streams and mc vids). next lovejoy song is about to be abt prague i bet bc wilbur loves it sm. i wouldnt be mad about bratislava either tho just saying.... OH i knew i heard it before !! THE LYRICS TO GOLDEN HOUR..... MOUTH AGAPE SHOCKED. ((Im always gonna mention u in lovejoy stuff bc i always get reminded of u 😭😭😭)

jihoon is my babygirl his hair is so adorable i almost cried. space buns jihoon my beloved 💗 every time new pics of him come out i have the urge to change my theme DJSJSK

#liebestraum anon #(not so anon anymore)

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meandmyechoes · 1 year

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Weekly Star Wars (Mando S3 Week 5, TBB S2 finale)

\ok, so, about the new episodes. I'm... decently surprised by them? I mean they're not GREAT, but they are not BAD either. An improvement to last week I guess? I'm not excited about them, but they do pulled at a few strings? I'm finding this whole experience strange, as if 'watching Star Wars weekly' has been habitualized and I'm just combating FOMO.

but back on the episodes. I watched Mando first this week because I want TBB to be really good. I was glad it was at ‘proper’ length ~40 minutes, but grew impatient as the episode went because you just know Mando & co. will come and save the day. It’s also funny all that fiasco just to shove R5 Din’s way was because of this plot point.

I still don’t see the point writing New Republic’s bureaucracy - but with R5′s case, maybe the show would eventually pay off. I don’t share the delusion of grandeur that Mando would ‘erase’ the sequels - I’d rather they stay away from it - but so far they represented a weak and restricted government that could easily overlook the birth of the First Order. That’s the tonal dissonace. It’s odd for a Saturday morning cartoon to interject with this backbone of the sequel trilogy - that should’ve been in the sequel films itself and long novels.

But I can still see they are trying to build up towards the Ahsoka show/Thrawn reveal/crossover event even if I dislike it. I really don’t like it because it doesn’t feel like The Mandalorian anymore. It feels just like The Weekly Star Wars Show and it took what’s little charm left of the Mandoverse away from me.

It wasn’t like I expected anything grand or catering in S3. Either they converge on Din and Grogu as characters, or they diverge to cover the Mandalorian identity and civil wars. Instead they cast such a wide net, it seems I only got very little of what was shown in the trailer.

Let’s go in on the episode. I think the Pirates are dumb and ugly. Nevarro set and costume is fine. New Republic captain scenes can all be cut if only to deliver the last scene and message that Giddeon escaped. Karga could’ve sent a direct message to Mando. I like Elia Kane better seeing how good she is at sabotaging. i still think it’s out of self-interest the Armourer acts. I really wanted them to retake Mandalore but now it seems if Bo-Katan and find the rest of her crew, a civil war would break out between the two factions again, if only temporarily to serve the finale. But then the whole Mandalore plot could then be condensed to just 4 episodes then! See? That’s why you don’t steal episodes from affliated shows!

I didn’t recgonize Zeb at all. I saw a CG-saturated creature and heard a very cartoon voice. The whole thing doesn’t look real at all. I thought it was odd that there’s a random Lasat coz I thought they were nearly extinct but I just rule it to Favloni ignoring established canon anyway. Either way it was that unrecgonizable Zeb never crossed my mind. tbh it’s not that bad. Though in hindsight, prospecting it as a preview to the Ahsoka show, I really don’t like it for the meaning CG > practical, even if it’s true here... a billionsssss company chose the least cost method...

---------TBB S2 finale-----------

Coming out of Mandalorian, I was equally impatient (or maybe it’s that dose of caffiene at tea). An episode named ‘The Summit’ that I expected to be about a conference and they actually show imperial old men talking and--

I guess I wanted too bad for the Batch to reunite and become a happy family again. All in all it’s not a bad episode - maybe not even a bad finale. I have to applaud their guts to outright state Rex (by extension other legacy characters) won’t show up in the beginning.

I didn’t see most of it coming, but I also didn’t trust what most of it says...? First of all I don’t believe that Tech is dead. Not that he isn’t dead, just that the writers are waiting out on fans’ reaction to finalize his fate. *sigh* This is definitely residual sequel. Tech was getting focus eps, a love interest, complete with a farewell so totally flags. I’d be kind of sad if he doesn’t come back... but one could also easily see now that Tech, Omega and Crosshair are all confined to the same place, they could easily get out themselves....?

Another quasi-disappointment is Omega’s importance is still not quite explained. If not, it’s even less clear now if her sex is not what made her unique. I also don’t see how she is the key to Palpatine’s eternal life quest unless normal growth rate is a feature and not the norm? Or was it about consciousness transfer?? Or it just circles back to pre-preimere that she is force-sensitive?? which seem to never be reinforced this season? IDK

Even thought TBB S2 made better use of their Quest epsiodes to sharpen characters and experimented with some upheaval within the teams, as well as limiting legacy characters to appropriateness, its pace still move under the conviction of a Season 3. It’s almost like they are dragging out the story so there’s a show to put on every week without an end point in sight - or even too much liberty to worldbuild early empire with it - because it’s animated.

When it comes around I guess I will still watch S3? but not with much more enthusiaism this time than to just watch what Lucasfilm Animation is up to. It’s kind of tiring to pick it apart every week if i just don’t like it that much. I would hate it if this mediocrity is the new face of Star Wars animation, but what business is that of mine. Season 3 would probably start with an episode at most of grieving and they’re all gonna reunite, whatever.

#star wars #yuki watches tbb

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Preview: “I didn’t know you were such a conservative alpha.” Your friend interrupts your thoughts. Breaking your gaze from shifting about. Continuing to pretend you could care less about the current gathering taking place.

“I’m not. I don’t like Jungwoo. He’s too pretty to be an alpha, too nice. Too obnoxious, loud, always bouncing around with that smile..” You scoff. Stealing a glance at the newly presented member of your pack. Currently lifted up in the air. Everyone celebrating his first knot, except you. “This is some glitch, there’s no way he’s an alpha.”

“He is, and you really like him.”

Pairing: alpha Jungwoo x alpha female reader

Word Count: 6k+

Genre: non-traditional a/b/o, pwp, M/F, mutual pining, childhood friends to lovers, mild angst, f-f-fluf-🥴, one shot

Smut Warning: masturbation, bulging, oral, spit as lube, choking, begging, biting, breeding, knotting

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a/n: Jungwoo day🥳💞

“Jungwoo presented.” Johnny says flatly. Shooting you an almost nervous look. “He’s been asking for you.”

“That’s great!” You shoot up ready to charge inside of the cabin. Dropping the towel from your shoulders you’d been drying off with.

Johnny halts your eagerness with a hand clamping over your shoulder. He sighs pathetically, patting you to ease the news.

“He’s in rut.”

Your head spins hard enough to crack you neck. Giving a new definition to ‘rears its ugly head’. Pausing with a look of shock.. disgust.

“What did you just say??”

Johnny rolls his eyes, releasing another sigh. This one emitted with disappointment.

“He’s an Alpha.” Johnny stands tall, looming a head above you. Using his stature to remind you of hierarchy within your pack. “Don’t act so surprised. You knew deep down inside he’d never be an Omega.”

“Jungwoo an Alpha? That’s not possible..”

Not Jungwoo, anyone but Jungwoo.

Not Jungwoo who took care of you with small details he picked up by listening and observing. Jungwoo who peeled frozen fruit for you. Always picking the little chunks of bitter white skin from tangerines.

“Why do you like them frozen?” You’d ask him. Laughing as he licked the juice that dripped down his forearm. Watching him perform the innocent minded act had your heart fluttering. Despite his awkward battle with puberty, there was no denying how pretty he looked doing just about anything.

“I like the way frozen fruit feels sliding down my throat.” He answered. Lips plump and red now from sucking the hardened sweetness dripping sticky into his palm.

A perfect specimen for a future Omega. Your future Omega. Jungwoo had the characteristics after all. A delicate frame with limbs too long for his prepubescent teenage build. Sharp feline eyes adorned with a natural wing giving him a subtle sultry appearance. Softened whenever he’d smile, always laughing in a high pitch that played like Christmas bells to your ears.

His teeth always peaked out. Whether due to his bright smile— carrying no weight of pain to hold back from showing off all of his teeth. Or from when he’d be too deep in thought. Front two teeth sunk into his pouting lower lip. Nibbling his way through a rush of anxious thoughts.

Everything about him was cute, really. Until one day it wasn’t.

It became harder and harder to ignore the way his shoulders broadened day by day. Legs stretching sky high by now. Jungwoo once was just about your height, now having to crane your neck to get a good look at him. Even then you dreamt of the day he’d present as an Omega.

There had been no doubt in your heart the boy swinging from a tire you’d helped him tie up to a tree trunk would be yours to claim one day. A good strong Omega to proudly show off, that had to be Jungwoo’s destiny.

Jungwoo. An Alpha. A fucking Alpha..

The thought left a metallic taste in your mouth. Most likely from gnawing roughly at the sides of your tongue frustrated.

He was supposed to make this easy for you. Having to fight back every urge to mate him until he’d presented. With his mother an Alpha and father an Omega, it seemed like the only plausibility. Already planning out the future you would build together. Plotting a spot for where your cabin would be built. A perfect area near the lake for your future pups to run around much like you and Jungwoo had.

You presented three years prior already. Staving off any pinching desire to take an assertive role in your relationship. Jungwoo never seemed to mind.

“I assumed you’d be really exhausted after your first rut.” He smiles widely. Presenting you with a basket of various fruits and snacks. “I drove out to the city side yesterday to pick up some of your favorites. You need to gain your strength back so I can beat you fairly in the swim this weekend.”

You snort, peeling skin off a juicy grape out of habit. Playfully nudging into his shoulder too hard- “I hate embarrassing you every time.”

“Pft, that stupid alpha strength that makes you faster. Just wait, I’m going to catch up to you soon enough.” Jungwoo puffs his chest out. Tossing a grape up to catch, and missing. Blushing as he brushes away the moisture left on his cheek. Grape rolling away near the edge of the lake. “Maybe not too soon.”

“I’ll just let you win.” You shrug, swiping your thumb over the stickiness left behind on his jaw after devouring an apple.

Jungwoo pauses, holding his breath. His lips curl up to the side, forming a subtle wolfish grin. “You’d let me win? Kind of sounds like something you do when you like someone.”

His cheek buries closer to your hand before you can pull away. Nuzzling like a kitten seeking attention.

“Or something you do for your friends?” You dispute, moving away nervously.

Jungwoo chased after your hold until his head plopped to lay on your lap. Hair fanning out resembling dog ears. Coining the nickname ‘puppy’ around the pack when one of the elders noted his bouncy tendrils. Framing around his head shape like two floppy puppy ears as he bound about the reserve.

His eyes fluttered shut, holding back a coquettish smile. Mischievous, harmless flirting had escalated the more years passed. Jungwoo dropped hints here and there. Never failing to mention how you always chose him to team up with despite his reputation of losing. While the other alphas stuck together, you stuck to Jungwoo.

The day his family joined your pack, he immediately intimidated you. Even as a child he walked with a commanding presence. Everyone oooh and aww’d over his breathtaking refined features.

An icy stare that seemed to wobble as he took in his new home. Plump pink lips pouting to the side after greeting the elders politely. The pack omegas fawning over his creamy skin and lustrous white locks.

It was hard to keep his gaze that first day. Jungwoo became at home over the next weeks. Slowly the hinges on his shell loosened as he found friends to bond with. He’d always been athletic, adventurous, and eager to make others laugh. No problem with gaining attention and love from all.

His charming goofy innocence caught you off guard the first time you officially met. A laugh loud enough to drown out the overbearing pounding in your chest. He made you nervous in inexplicable ways. Sweating from wrist to fingertips the longer he smiled at you.

Despite his fairy God resemblance, he calms your nerves with jokes that oftentimes make no sense. The lack of embarrassment presented only encouraged your fascination. How could someone be so perfect, angelic and caring in the most natural way. While others struggled to maintain their solitude day in and day out, Jungwoo never seemed phased.

“How can you not be nervous?” You’d ask him. Studying together for a weekly exam of pack rankings. Between mythology, hunting, obstacle courses, medical treatments and various duties to train for it felt like carrying the world on your shoulders most days. Changing your appreciation for all the work contributed by omega, betas, and alphas alike.

“I used to get nervous all the time in our old pack. I’d cry even, sometimes throw up.” Jungwoo admits with a shrug. “I realized we all have a place here. Some alphas are better hunters, some omegas will birth 5 pups while others only 1. Either way there is no right or wrong. We all belong here for a reason beyond our understanding.”

“That’s a really good way to think about it.” You ponder it over. Imagining Jungwoo as one of the omegas herding all the young pups. “With how relaxed and easy you are to get along with, I bet you’ll make a great instructor for the pups someday.”

Jungwoo smiles widely, lifting a brow. “Isn’t that typically reserved for only omegas?”

“My instructors were always omegas. I suppose it could vary from pack to pack.”

“So, you think I’ll present as an omega?” His brows furrowed together in question. Your mouth left gaping momentarily realizing the implication.

“It’s a possibility, for me too, right?”

“Not likely.” Jungwoo hums. “For you. Your parents are both alphas. Genetics tend to play a strong hand in your placement.”

“Two alphas can birth omegas though. It’s happened in our pack before.” You inform him. Jungwoo’s head tilts to the side, an indecipherable look dawning his features.

“What do you think about that?” His lips pout as he asks. “Your parents are both alphas..”

“I don’t think it can work.” Your eyes lower, scratching at the wooden table top. Sharing a usual private conversation after dinner when everyone else had cleared out. “They argued a lot. Father expected my mother to take over the household like an Omega.”

“Is that why..” Jungwoo trails off, waiting for you to quietly nod.

“They had a big fight one day.. when I woke up the next morning she’d already left.” You frown, sniffing away the itch reaching the backs of your eyes.

“It could work.” Jungwoo nods. Apprehensively reaching for your nape, kneading his long fingers into your tensed muscle. “Compromise is really important. If you really love your mate, I think you’d do anything to keep them happy.”

“Agree to disagree.” You smooth his touch off. Eyeing over his naturally illuminated soft appearance. “Besides, that’s not something I think I’ll ever have to deal with.”

Johnny’s fingers snap in your face, crackling your muddled thoughts. Shaking your head to unblur your gaze, you apply pressure to your temples. Shoving your alphas inner monologue aside.

“You’re not seriously going to let him endure this alone?” Johnny asks again. Unimpressed, showing how let down he is with an angry wrinkle between his brows.

“How could I possibly help him?!” You groan, stepping aside. Johnny grabbing a hold on your elbow. “He needs an omega!”

“He needs you.” He echoes sternly. Shoving a bottle of thick clear liquid at your stomach. His foot taps at your ankle, maneuvering you to walk forward toward the rut cabin.

“You abandon him, you lose everything.” He mutters, leaving you at the front door.

Deep down inside you knew Johnny was right. From simply cracking the door open you’re hit with the pungent scent of rose petals. Hints of orange blossoms, a faint taste of bitter bergamot. Bitter from an anguish, a longing for one's mate. You stand at the hallway entrance afflicted. Jungwoo’s moans grow louder, pitchy and stressed.

The sound of your name cascades from his pretty lips. Levitating your figure closer to the room at the end of the hall. It feels like the walls are closing in, shrinking around you. The door pulsates to the beat of your heart, magnifying your dilemma.

Jungwoo may not forgive you for neglecting him in his time of need, but could you forgive yourself? Your friendship would never be the same again.

Jungwoo could sense your presence, picking up on your scent even as you stood out on the porch. Twisting the door handle in your sweaty palm anxiously. Each lick at his lips carried traces of your aroma. Sending his cock into an erratic spasm, just enough to finally release a string of cum.

The distraught cry for help has you opening the door. Creeking as it sluggishly parts open.

Jungwoo’s the absolute vision of an angel, sitting atop a pile of pillowy clouds. No nest in sight, nothing as you had dreamt for his first heat to go. Splatters of cum stain the headboard, nightstand, splashed across his chest. He’s drenched, skin rubbed raw from wiping constant sweat away with a filthy towel. Even through his agony he’s beautiful.

His waist arches in with a deep inhale of your scent. Hunching forward releasing enough cum to fountain out of his clutched fist. Screaming through the exertion, his eyes crease roughly. Tears streak down his ruddy cheeks, meeting at the center of his tall neck. Its looks more like a glaze of sweet sugar than sweat, good enough to lick and suck on for hours.

A culmination of every desire you’ve ever held back, wanted, needed, turns your feet to blocks of ice. Struggling to step closer. Until the tips of your fingers meet Jungwoo’s buried into the edge of the bed. His knuckles look painful to touch, red and peeling from fighting himself through the rut.

Jungwoo said compromise, do anything to keep your mate happy. How could he ever understand that now? He’d only claim you, strip you of your pride. Shame you until you’re nothing but a tainted pathetic excuse of an alpha.

It only seemed logical to draw back. Your nerves incinerated nonetheless, yearning to give in. Lay down and present yourself for him to take and own. The bottle of lube clatters behind your burning legs, pounding through your skull to drown out Jungwoo’s betrayed screams. His guttural cries for help, for you.

You ran away. Deep into the woods until you could no longer recognize the grounds surrounding. A stupid choice, one motivated by fear. One that felt like bullets bursting through your chest. Wind hitting like icicles the faster your paws stampede. Having to shift into form once your legs gave out.

‘It’s his fault.’ You continuously repeat to yourself. If you lie enough, you will eventually start to believe it.

Nightfall felt like a deathly cold, proper after what you’d just done. Unable to catch a wink of sleep as you felt every emotion at once.

This walk of shame back to the reservation was not the one you’d anticipated after Jungwoo presented. Cursing the moon Gods as branches clawed your flesh on the walk back. ‘I probably deserved that.’

You tolerated the pain searing up your thighs after 5 miles. Showing up in form would only encourage gossip within the pack. Weakening your image to another stereotypical alpha female who can’t control her emotions.

“I see you’re back.” Your friend greets you with a frustrated tense brow. “Lucky for you, everyones been busy arranging for our new alpha. I covered your ass with some lie that you fell ill.”

“Thanks. I guess.” You mutter ungratefully. Taking a seat at one of the many lunch tables set up around the reservation. Most days allowed perfect weather to enjoy meals outside under the sun. The idea now leaves a sour taste in your mouth.

Jungwoo has always been by your side. Every meal, learning lessons together, staying out past your curfews to lay side by side. Pondering the future out loud as stars filled up the darkened sky above.

Hours of discussing your dreams, of starting your own families. Raising a busload of strong pups, enough to form your own pack and begin a new life. In the back of your mind Jungwoo had always been the one you envisioned the years to come with.

No one else felt right.

“I didn’t know you were such a conservative alpha.” Your friend interrupts your thoughts. Breaking your gaze from shifting about. Continuing to pretend you could care less about the current gathering taking place.

“He is, and you really like him.” Your friend rolls her eyes still scorned by the emotional lash out you displayed yesterday. “There’s nothing wrong with liking another alpha, you know.”

“That’s easy for you to say, Omega.” You sneer. Offense streaks her delicate face instantly from the tone.

“For someone who desperately wished to the Moon Gods for your precious angel Jungwoo to be an Omega, you certainly have no respect for us.” She retorts, gathering up her jacket to leave. “I don’t know why I worried for your safety. You proved yesterday how little you care for your supposed love.”

She stomps off leaving your throat dried. All of the moisture welling up to the backs of your eyes. Shaking it off as a humiliating sign of weakness.

Jungwoo must have spotted you, by now able to pick up on your scent with ease. Every pack member is distinct, but nothing compared to yours.

“Hey..” he approaches quietly. Hands stuffed inside the pockets of snuggly fitted jeans. His shoulders hunch in, as if he still hopes you see him as an innocent Jungwoo. Your innocent Jungwoo. “You look..”

“Yea.” You cough. Blinking back droplets perched at the rims of your eyes away. “Me? What about you. I hardly even recognize you anymore.”

You try to smile, lip trembling too hard to mask. Sighing with a turn, you stare out into the lake. The suns high enough to paint beautiful patterns between ripples of blues. Blue like the ice freezing around your heart.

Jungwoo sits at your side. Back stiffened, his shoulders still too tight to come off relaxed. Fingernails dig into his knee caps, scratching at the rough fabric of his jeans. “About yesterday.”

“Let’s not talk about that.” You smile again, albeit weakly. Gnawing at your lower lip with a shake of your head. “It’s not important.”

“I— Goddess, what do you mean it’s not important?” Jungwoo’s fear dissipates. Long torso turning to face you fully, his brows bunch together. A tiny flash of anger passes through his iris making you curl in uncomfortably. Jungwoo never got angry with you. “I called for you yesterday. You..”

His lips part, reddened and chapped more than usual after such an excruciating ordeal. Skin flushed and bright, radiant as if he’d just spent the last 24 hours getting off— probably because he had. The image fills your head vividly. Trying to erase the memory best you could with your run.

Jungwoo tensed torturously. Gripping at the bedding punishingly, enough to contort every muscle in his limbs. Veins pulsing vibrantly, beating in your ear as you stood there glued in place. The near demented lustful gaze he watched you with. Growling your name, circling around the base of his length viciously.

The haunting image burned through your retina. Lighting flames that erupted past your brain. Burning down your esophagus, leaving a path of destruction. Successfully blazing way through your arteries, nestled where your heart once beat on its own. Now controlled by the object of your desire.

Your alpha inside claws at the center of your chest. Set to open an entrance for Jungwoo to come in. Run together side by side as mates should for an eternity. In life and days to come on the moon after.

“Are you even listening to me?” Jungwoo’s tone raises. Nothing like the high-pitched sweet one he always used with you. This one hurt, rushing air to your nasal cavity that stung beneath your eyes.

“I..I have nothing.” You begin to stutter, lowering your gaze to the ground. Lying to Jungwoo had never been your expertise. “N-nothing to s-say.”

“You deny me everything in favor of your alpha ego?” His face falls, stupefied. Scooting back as if being near you hurts. “You would rather run away from me than give me a chance?”

“We have no chance.” You swallow, calming yourself to respond. Brushing off the ache ripping at your vocal chords. “I don’t know why you called for me—“

“Because I like you!” Jungwoo shouts. Startling you as he shoots up, throwing his hands in the air. “You know that! You’ve waited for me to present all this time, for what?! To drop me like a piece of garbage because I’m not what you wanted?!”

“I can’t be with another alpha!” Your fists ball up. Standing to maintain your dominance. Jungwoo hovering more than a head above you only sinks the knife deeper.

“Is that all I am to you now?” Anger swerves to bitterness easily. A sense of betrayal takes over Jungwoo’s heart. Tongue shoved at the roof of his mouth to cool down.

“These types of relationships are frowned upon and you know that! They don’t work, it goes against our biology!” Tremors sky rocket throughout your limbs. Slapping at your thigh to control weakness from showing itself.

You had to get away from him, he’d break you with those anguished pretty eyes. Soft blue fading, breaking into blackened empty pools the more you deny him.

“But.. you’re all I’ve ever wanted.” His voice cracks. Stilling you with bloodshot eyes, a single tear spilling down. Sliding way past the crevice of his nose to the plump middle of his lips. “This, I never..”

“We’re friends.” You manage to say. Clenching your toes to the soles of your sneakers for some sort of traction. “Whatever it is you thought. You were mistaken.”

He huffs, sucking air through his nose. Eyelashes bat away the moisture gathering quickly. Tilting his chin up not allowing another tear to escape.

“You’re a terrible liar.” He says with a shake of his head. Silky hair bounces, flowing around his distressed features. Itching your fingertips to reach out and touch. Eager to coo at your puppy.

He takes a few steps back, sniffing. Wringing the hem of his shirt into a wrinkled up mess. Gaze trained on his scuffed up high tops.

“That might be what hurts the most.”

He looks at you, saddened. Repeatedly hitting the protective ice wall surrounding your heart with a hammer. Your lips lock together, clenching your hands behind your back where he can’t see.

Jungwoo nods at your lack of response. Turning on his heel to enjoy the meal specially prepared for him today by the pack omegas. No doubt many who would flirt, do their best to charm him with what they contributed.

It tore you up to even think about it. Best to hole up in your cabin, wither away for the next week, month maybe. He would have to move on eventually.

You wondered how you’d be able to.

————————————————————-

Wither away is exactly what you did. Making sure to be extra nice to your friend for bringing you meal leftovers. Jungwoo wasn’t stupid, he knew you were avoiding him. He seemed busy at least, beginning to hunt with the rest of the alphas. All the while you stayed behind, feigning illness.

“Everyone knows you’re lying. Johnny’s saying you’re a giant groveling cry baby.” She informs you when dropping off todays dinner stew.

“Yea, that sounds like Johnny.” You lament. Your reputation as a strong alpha would take a blow after this dramatic act. “He’s not wrong I suppose.”

“Jungwoo still comes to your defense.” Her eyes rolled. Cleaning up the mess your quaint kitchen has become over the past few weeks. “You still have a chance to save your friendship, I think. He seems to be handling it well.”

“I’m sure he is. Bet all the omegas are throwing heavily scented clothing at him these days.” You bite out bitterly. The time apart hadn’t done much, despite the effort you put forth.

“Maybe if they weren’t all terrified of a big bad wolf currently caged up, preparing to maul any who dare breathe in their alphas direction.” She jests. Your neck audibly snaps, twisting too fast to glare at her. Receiving a mock with her fists balled, paired with a horrified shriek. “See!”

“He’s not my alpha! I am the alpha.” You correct her adamantly. She erupts in giggles, hoisting a bag of trash over her shoulder.

“You’re his alpha, he’s your alpha, whatever. Enough of this ego bullshit.” She pauses at your door. “You know, rumor is Jungwoo has one of the fattest knots. You might want to get your claws in there before some bold omega beats you to it.”

Fattest knot? You scoff out loud. Now why would that matter to you. You’ve never taken a knot.

It’s not as if all you could think about for the past 23 days was how Jungwoo’s fingers could barely conceal his length. It’s not as if you recalled every single time he held onto you after a swim. Trunks clinging to his thighs, something rather thick and solid between, nestled against your hip.

Picturing his already notable size expanding to be even larger at the base had possibly kept you awake every night since. Rutting against your pillows, croaking out for your alpha to save you. To ruin you.

Would Jungwoo wait for you? What if some bold omegas really are currently plotting? scheming a deviant plan to seduce him for good. Maybe your friend had a point, manipulative little..

She was right, you could still salvage your relationship. Even if it meant apologizing to another alpha.. no no, your friend. Jungwoo is your friend before just an alpha. Friends should have no issue with apologies like this. Pride and ego should be the last of your concerns.

Taking in your appearance at a mirror near your front door halts your actions. Grimacing as you spot the tangled mess your hairs become. Skin tired, lips dry, your under eyes hollowed out from lack of sleep.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow would be a better day to find Jungwoo. After a long shower, and good nights rest. Goddess forbid your alph— Jungwoo, sees you in such a state.

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“Wow!” Johnny gasps, landing a large palm on your shoulder. “The tale of the crypt keeper wasn’t a fable after all?! Ah, the pups are in for a shock!”

“You’re literally not funny.” You glare, pinching at his stomach.

“You literally have no sense of humor.” Johnny fakes a laugh. A ‘ha-ha’ as he pushes you to walk alongside him to the lake. “You never laugh at any of my jokes.”

“Yeah, because you aren’t funny.” You go on provoking him. “I laugh at Jungwoo’s jokes.”

Johnny chuckles, nodding ahead- “That’s because you’re in love with him.”

“I am not!” You deadpan following Johnny’s gaze.

Jungwoo moves like a slow-motion euphoric fantasy. Wet platinum white locks land around his face. Shaking off water as he emerges from the lake like an energized puppy. He’s dazzling in nothing but sleek swim trunks. Too small for his much larger frame. His shoulders have broadened even more, alpha testosterone speeding his growth progress. He’s filled out nicely, etching his muscles to perfection.

“You sure about that, alpha?” Johnny smirks. Flicking your chin with some muttered mention of ‘drool’.

Jungwoo’s too mesmerizing, capturing your complete focus. Releasing intense pangs of want, your pheromones go wild. Reaching far enough to tickle his nose as he reaches for a towel. His gaze drifts, struck as he spots you. A small hint of smile perks his cheeks. Golden with hues of pink blurring above from hours in the sun, only enhancing how lush his mouth is.

“Can’t believe this.” Johnny mumbles, sounding distant. “He really just triggered your rut.”

Jungwoo’s expression quickly changes to one of concern. He runs toward you. Everything goes black.

When you come to, it’s in an all too familiar room.

The rut cabin.

Jungwoo triggered your rut.

“You’re awake.” Your weighted down eyelids flutter. Jungwoo’s sat at your side. Dabbing a wet cloth around your face to cool down your raging hot skin. His scents everywhere, mixing with yours turning the small cabin room into a garden of eden. It’s light, airy, soothing. Inducing a drug-like state, provoking a growl to rumble in your chest.

“Jungwoo. Leave.” You demand. Pupils blown wide as your gaze lifts. Veins branch up Jungwoo’s throat pulsing fiercely. Controlled, just barely.

He clears his throat, gathering moisture. Crossing his legs to hide the tent bulging his dried swim shorts. “You’ve been calling for me.”

He moves serenely, setting the cloth aside near a bowl of chilled water. Standing up with a crack of his neck and rolling his shoulders back. Jungwoo stares you down, unreadable, still controlled.

“If you ask me to leave again, I will.” He shudders, words ringing more as a warning. “I will stay, I will take care of you.”

Sitting up hurts, clutching at the lower part of your stomach. Heat seers, coiling up your abdomen. Jungwoo sits back down leaving no space between your hips.

“We shouldn’t..”

“Ask me to leave then.” He says with more confidence. Tapping your chin up until you look at him.

“No.”

Jungwoo says nothing. Leaning in close, brushing the tips of your noses together. He cups your face as you start to slide away.

“Just..” you break into pleading. Rolling your face side to side for his warm palms to rub your cheeks. “Don’t hurt me. I’m easier to break than I appear.”

“I’ll only hurt you the way you want, alpha.” He stops your nervous banter with a gentle kiss. Soft plush lips steal your breath, triggering the need to take control. You move to straddle his narrow hips, gripping at his air dried hair. Remnants of dirt from the lake cling to his scalp.

Kissing Jungwoo is nothing you could have expected. He demands control with a mouth larger than yours, it happens naturally. Pulling at his hair as your fingers tangle through. He squeaks cutely, sighing between your lips. Dragging you down to lay on top of him. Tongue snaking past your lips, licking at the insides of your teeth. Hungry to remember how you taste and feel everywhere.

“Need to be inside you alpha.” His hips rut up to emphasize. Hardened size pressing against your clothed mound. Sweatpants you’d thrown on earlier feel constricting now. Rolling down to feel how thick he is. It’s nerve-wracking at first.

“I don’t..” you start to pant. Sweat trickles down your chest, lighting up in a dry smoke the more it travels down. “I’m not…I don’t make slick.”

Jungwoo stops only for a few seconds, pushing up one side of his hip until you’re underneath him. He pulls your sweats and underwear off together. Smacking your thighs until you lift up. Struggling at your ankles to strip you free. He’s working fast, turning you on, smiling as you watch him curse and throw your clothing away.

“I’ll take care of that.” Jungwoo holds you down by your inner thighs. Mouth opening over your cunt. Tongue licking up a fat stripe. His nose drags down to your entrance smearing wetness left behind from his tongue. “You smell so good alpha. Love how you smell.”

You whine, attempting to wrench out of his hold. Overpowered for the first time in bed, eliciting a new sensation. There’s no point in fighting it as Jungwoo’s tongue wiggles past your hole, grunting and smacking your thighs, coaxing you to loosen up.

His nose scrunches up cutely lapping way through your hole. Jungwoo works his tongue in and out until you’re relaxed enough to slide a long finger in. Gathering saliva at the back of his throat, he spits, rolling the excess between your folds.

“Alp—…Jungwoo.” You hold back. Lifting against his hold to gain more. Arousal built up enough by now. “Fuck me. Please, I can take it.”

He spits a few more times before standing up. Undoing his trunks swiftly. Jungwoo steps out of his shorts, kicking them aside. You gasp from the way the tip of his cock reaches the middle of his torso. It’s even bigger than you’d started to picture from the glimpse you got.

“You’re really…s’too big. I-I…maybe..I don’t know if I can.” You start to ramble again. Grabbing at his hips to pull him closer anyway. Nose dragging across his balls with a deep inhale. The scent of orange blossoms and roses is most prominent there, filling your lungs an overwhelming amount.

“Turn over.” He sighs. Your lips dragging up to the tip. Tonguing at his slit and dropping a wad of drool. He spits into his palm, stroking it up and down his length. “Present yourself for me, alpha.”

It’s not meant to mock you, maybe. Draining humiliation through your limbs. You ignore it, getting on all fours with a shy glance over your shoulder. Arching your back deeper to perch your ass up for him.

Large palms land on your bottom firmly. Roughly digging into the meaty flesh, Jungwoo groans lowly behind you. Pussy glistening with his spit, begging to be filled.

“Please..” you purr, swiveling your hips.

“Please what?” His eyes go half-lidded. Cock lining up to your entrance. Smacking at your ass firmly.

“Please Jungwoo! Please! I can’t!”

His lips thin, unresponsive. Ramming forward with one quick thrust that sends your head to bury into the bed. Sinking his length into the hilt until you bounce back slightly. Silently begging him to move.

He’s bigger than any you’ve taken. Big enough to make you forget who you are. Not holding back, Jungwoo pulls out to the tip, ramming forward hard enough to send you flying. Your arms bend, collapsing onto your chest out of breath.

Jungwoo clutches at your hair, tightening his grip harshly. Your neck cracks as he yanks you back. Wrapping his other around your throat in an unforgiving squeeze.

“My pretty alpha, too pretty to let me ruin you aren’t you?” His digits clutch at your neck. Squealing with short breaths. Jungwoo’s hips never slow down, burying the entirety of his cock deep inside. Lower stomach extending out as each inch passes between your walls.

Jungwoo’s size was proving to be a real challenge with each snap of his hips. Circling around your throat harder until you’re gagging. Spilling spit and tears for him. He’s not gentle about it, quick thrust only speeding up. Murmuring how well you take his cock.

“Look at you.” His hold in your hair shakes until your eyes roll up. Watching him in a blurry haze from upside down. Releasing your neck, his fingers move quickly to your opened mouth. Forcing three of them in until you choke and cough. “Such a fucking messy alpha.”

His glares intense, tugging you back until you bend into a nasty arch. Cock hitting deep at a new angle. Trembling through your thighs with each thrust. Your alpha inside howls, eagerly shoving your hips back to meet him.

“Who gets you like this?” He asks, dragging his fingers out on your cheeks. Spreading your tears and spit all over.

“Jung-jungwoo.”

He lets out a sound of disapproval between shaky breaths. Patting your cheek with a grunt. His bicep lodges under your chin pulling your back flush against his chest. Seated on his cock thrusting up relentlessly.

“Alpha!” You scream abruptly, reaching out into the air. Eyes nearly dropping from your sockets. Jungwoo growls, fucking up into you faster. Palm lowering to cover the distended area on your stomach. Spiking his need to knot you and fill you until you’re dripping his cum.

His cock ruts inside, frantically. Eyes rolling back when you finally say it. Finally call for him, your alpha.

Jungwoo’s gentle to pull out, easing you down onto your back. Wasting no time to return between your thighs. You cling to his shoulders and hips like a vine. Helping you throw your limbs around. He holds onto the base of his length, burying back in at a different angle.

“Ah!” You squirm up. Using your little bit of energy to tug him in closer. Breaking into whimpers, he feels even bigger in this position. Pistoning his hips forward until your ass pressed to his groin. “Alpha! Too big, you’re too big.”

Your body bounces up the bed with each thrust. Jungwoo’s gaze concentrated on where you connect. How the skin above your navel pokes out.

“You’re taking it so good alpha.” He moans. Forehead landing on yours, messily kissing at the corners of your lips.

“I’m, fuck! Jungwoo! I’m gonna cum!“ you shout. Lower half lurching up to fuck him back. Jungwoo licking up your tears promptly in response sends you spiraling. Breath leaving you in broken little gasps. Your thighs close around him trying to shut. Jungwoo fucking you through the orgasm, nearly losing it and cumming. Pussy milking him with each thrust to a dizzying point.

“Bite me, come on, hurt me. Hurt me like I hurt you alpha.” He pulls you closer, keeping you from fading away. Face dropping to your cheek, licking and huffing. Your teeth miss his scent gland, too fucked out, desperate to mark up the entire column of his throat.

His thrusts speed up full of vigor with each bite. Hissing and groaning as you draw up blood. Suckling, only mildly satisfied when you see reds and purples bloom. Determined to leave him painted like a stunning wreck. Enough for all to know who he belongs to. Enough to please you whenever his head drops back. Proudly showing off the mark of his alpha.

“Feel me inside you for the rest of your life.” He lets out a throaty sigh. Nearing closer to his climax. Cock lodging deep inside as his knot begins to form. Still managing to thrust in until your hole resists the stretch. Chest rising and falling rapidly as you try to relax. Too fucked out and high off Jungwoo to prevent another mindless orgasm.

“Fill you up with our pups. Breed you everyday until you can’t walk anymore alpha.” Jungwoo scurries to find your hands. Holding them above your heads, nearly breaking your knuckles with a deadly grip. Cock spilling loads as his knot grinds. Full and stretched beyond belief. You nod silently asking for more, too strung out to emit clear words anymore.

“Alpha..my alpha” you faintly whisper. Jungwoo lifts you to sit in his lap comfortably until his knot deflates. Tickling the ridges of your spine and kissing up your cheek to your ear.

“Can I tell you a secret?“ he mumbles. Vocals reverberating through your mind.

“Hmm..” your eyes fall shut ready to fall asleep. Wondering if this is the same bliss omegas experienced. No complaints about it yourself. Jungwoo leans back, keeping you close. Quietly continuing to talk as you begin to slumber.

“I would have kept trying. I was never going to give up on you.” He smiles to himself. Knot slowly inching its way down. “Anything to keep you happy. I’d submit to you everytime.”

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Batter Up, Buttercup - Chapter 3: Save the Last Chance

prpr post-Glaciator 2.0 Fic where Adrien is stupid jealous of Buttercup.

Link to Ao3

Special thanks to @wysteriatheshipper and @deinde-prandium for the beta! Also yes this is nearly 3 months late but I bring you Plagg and Nino shenanigans heheh.

Chapter Summary: Adrien struggles with his desire to support his lady's love while battling an ugly green monster and his less than helpful friends.

AKA: Plagg and Nino are the opposite of helpful.

Preview:

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Buttercup, standing in front of the boulangerie, regarding the logo Marinette thoughtfully designed with an ugly sneer on his faceless maw.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Buttercup, resting a stupid, clammy hand inappropriately low on his lady’s back while wearing a fake gentlemen’s smile that reeks of insincerity.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Marinette, sweet wonderful precious Marinette, flashing a breathtaking grin that could purify any akuma, excited to show Buttercup her home, ignorant of the disdain in his eyes as the fiend plots the best ways to rip apart her family's business into tiny shreds.

Thud thud thud.

Stupid ugly smelly asshole Buttercup, bending down as his lady leans up, her perfect pretty pink lips pursed ready to meet—

THUD THUD THUD.

"Think you made a dent with that one."

Adrien groans, resting his head on the cool metal surface of his locker. This isn’t the first time he’s wished Plagg was a little less nosy and sarcastic as he is, but it is one of the first times he finds himself wishing his kwami would be just a little less present. Typically whenever Plagg leaves on his various excursions as a chronic ne’er-do-well, Adrien would at least have a passing thought as to what mischievousness his kwami might be up to. He might even, dare he say it, miss him.

Not right now though. Right now, he wishes his little shit of a god gave him just a teensy bit of privacy so he could wallow in this fresh misery in peace. Especially right now as the remains of his shattered heart lie on the floor and he wrestles with the conviction he’d been clinging tightly to, the one he uses to keep his feelings at bay while stepping aside and supporting his lady in her love instead of his.

But no, instead Plagg uses one of his many masterful skills of chaos and mayhem to ignore Adrien’s glare. He hovers in front of the spot his holder has been acquainting himself with for the past who knows how long. Adrien watches his kwami with a scowl as Plagg delightfully announces, "Ooh yeah, that's a big mark! I'm impressed with your vandalism skills, kid."

A flurry of fear and apprehension races up Adrien’s spine as he rushes to check, the thought of getting in trouble and being sent to The Principal’s Office (in all of Adrien’s musing on school life and extensive manga reading, this was the one place he’d be happy to avoid) momentarily shoving aside all thoughts of stomping on stupid yellow flowers with ugly, gross, smelly sneers.

His locker’s surface is as smooth as anything that’s been handed down from one generation of rowdy teenagers to the next could be (which is to say it’s fine and not dented at all and Plagg you little shit).