#nari: timestamps
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[12:00am]
Seeing the cute and VERY drunk Doyoung made Nari smile softly behind the cameras. It was time for Doyoung to head home early so he could prepare for the 7am flight to the Philippines tomorrow (technically today since it was midnight), but at the moment, the young man didn't want to leave his seniors.
"I'm not drunk!" he protested with a huff and cute pout, the three senior idols cooing over him while at the same time trying to convince the main vocal to leave.
"Doyoung-ah~!" Nari called out to the man gently in a singing tone. "Come on sweetie, time to go home!"
"Noona!" Doyoung perked up. "Noona, you're here! Wait -" he blinked slowly. "Why are you here?"
"Our manager called me," she answered as she made her way to the four. "He knew I needed to come and help." Because drunk NCT members don't listen to anyone else except Nari for some reason.
"Oh, Nari-yah, hello!" Heechul greeted happily along with the other two senior idols. Nari greeted them back just as happily. "Do you drink well?"
"Uh, I'd say so, growing up in Australia and all!" she laughed bashfully. "But I don't really like drinking a lot in general..."
"That's why I'm here, Noona!" Doyoung slurred, wrapping his arms around her shoulders in a sloppy hug. "So you don't have to do it. I'm working hard for us, Noona, see?"
"Yes, I can see, Doyoungie~"
"Y-You work so hard for us already, I wanted you to rest. I'll-I'll help Noona, okay?"
"Aww!" Everyone in the room cooed while Nari simply smiled a closed-lip smile.
"You see me Taeyong-hyung, Johnny-hyung, Yuta-hyung?" Doyoung called out to the camera again. He listed the other members' names over everyone's laughter. "We have to work hard for Noona so she doesn't overwork, ya hear me?"
"Okay, time to go to bed!" Nari announced, wrapping her arm around his waist to help support his weight. "Thank you, sunbaenims, for looking out for him."
"Of course! Of course!" the males nodded.
"Good luck in the Philippines!" Kangta smiled. "Make sure he rests well, yeah?"
"Oh don't worry, I'll look after him. Being their mother is part of the job," she joked dryly.
"Ey, Noona!" Doyoung whined, burying his face in her hair.
"And I hope your comeback goes well!" Xiumin added in with a chirp.
"Same goes to you too, sunbaenim!"
"Okay, you two should go now, I don't want you two to stay out too long," Kangta cut in worriedly, resting a hand each on the NCT members' shoulders. "Go home safely, okay?"
"Okay!" the two replied.
"Come on, you big baby," Nari cooed to the drunk Doyoung. "Let's go home."
"Okay...I love you, Noona~!"
"Aw, I love you too~"
"More than Haechan and Taeyong-hyung?"
"What is it with your feud with them two especially?"
#nct female addition#nct female member#nct female oc#nct 24th member#nari: timestamps#nari x doyoung#nct 127 female oc#nct 127 female addition#nct 127 female member#nari x super junior#nari x exo#nari x kangta
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Okay but Seonghwa being in a submissive mood and calling his gf 'mommy' during sex👀
9:39PM.
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Seonghwa x female!reader
Warnings: blow job, mommy kink, teasing, pet names, cum swallowing (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.
Notes: yes. just a little timestamp hehe
Taglist: after the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)
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“M-mommy..” Seonghwa whined as your cold finger tips wandered over his body. It was rare that he fell into sub space this deep so you had to use it.
“Yes baby? What’s wrong?” You asked, your voice low and soft. He whined again.
“Touch me mommy~” You giggled. “But I am touching you little one.” You answered, knowing exactly that it wasn’t enough. He was lying beneath you, completely undressed, while you were still wearing most of your clothes. His dick was rock hard and hovering over his own belly even though you hadn’t been paying attention to it at all. And that was exactly his problem.
“No.. touch me t-there!” His eyes were closed and his head was pressed against the mattress. He was enjoying your teasing but at the same time you were afraid that he was going to burst.
“Where? Use your words.” You leaned over his body, gently placing kisses on his chest.
“Here?” You asked, licking his right nipple. He moaned pathetically but shook his head.
“Here?” You wandered down a bit, now pressing kisses onto his abs, carefully sucking on his skin. His hands were clawing into the sheets.
“Here?” You smirked before giving him a kiss right beneath his belly button, only millimetres away from his throbbing tip.
“Please mommy I can’t hold it much longer~” His moans were music in your ears.
“Tell me what you want me to do pretty boy.” You demanded, causing him to cry out loudly. Your hands were resting on his thighs as you bent over him. You mouth opened wide just above his length.
“S-suck me o-off mommy please.” He begged, his body jolting up as your hot saliva dropped onto his dick.
“Well you’re asking so nicely that I can’t say no.” You chuckled before lowering your mouth onto his glistening tip. His hips immediately buckled up as the warmth of your mouth surrounded his hard-on. You pressed them back into the mattress.
“No no baby, let mommy do the work.” You warned him gently. While taking his dick deeper into your mouth, you stretched out one arm to hold his right hand. His grip was strong but he welcomed the loving gesture with relieved sigh.
Seonghwa was already a whimpering mess so it only took a few seconds of your tongue swirling around his dick before he begged for permission to cum.
“Do you wanna fill up mommy’s mouth?” He nodded enthusiastically. “Wanna give mommy all of your cum?” He whined out loud.
“Yes mommy please let me fill your mouth with my cum. I wanna be a good boy, please let me cum!”
You giggled and let go of him, which was met with a cute little protest. You climbed over him, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.
“If that’s what my baby wants.” You grinned before scooting back into your initial position and harshly sucking him off. “You can cum.” You said before increasing your pace drastically.
Seonghwa couldn’t contain himself anymore. The sounds that were leaving his body were not from this earth. Sobs, cries, whines, moans, groans. A mixture of pain and pleasure ran through his body as he felt his orgasm approach.
“Mommy I’m c-“
He couldn’t finish his sentence before warm liquid bursted into your mouth. You let out a satisfied groan as it filled you up.
Such a good boy.
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PAUSE DID ANYONE MENTION THAT THE TIMESTAMP OF OCS TEXT WAS 7:17 PM BECAUSE I WAS LYING IN BED WHEN I READ THAT AND I FULL ON SAT UP (i have a lot more to say as usual LMFAO hold please 🫂)
SKDLDLDLDL NARY HELLO I MISS YOU. Also yES that was pointed out already but you’re super close with something having to do with the texts!!
Omfg I’m glad you’re reading🥺 I literally am buzzing to read your stunning commentary and analysis because yeah.. the writing in here was intentional!!
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Corpse Party Vocal Collection
So, im trying 2 put together a video on youtube with chapters, timestamps, and names for all the vocal songs in corpse party, but i wanted to make sure i got them all. pls let me know if any are categorized or if im missing one!!!
songs below!
BLOODCOVERED:
Requiem for a Dream - Nari Amatoya
Eternal Prayer - Nari Amatoya
Crimson Sign - Noriko Mitose
REPEATED FEAR:
Shangri-La - Asami Imai
Yami ni Nureta Catastrophe - ARTERY VEIN
Yami ni Nureta Catastrophe -ARTERY solo(Eri Kitamura)
Yami ni Nureta Catastrophe -VEIN solo(Asami Imai)
Confutatis no Inori - ARTERY VEIN
WHISPER OF THE NIGHTMARE ♂SCORPION♂:
Opera of Darkness - Tetsuya Kakihara
Yesterday to Tomorrow - Hiro Shimono & Nobuhiko Okamoto
kill me again - Tsubasa Yonaga
WHISPER OF THE NIGHTMARE ♀TARANTULA♀:
Akanesasu - Rina Sato & Asami Imai
Sparrow Kiss - Yuuka Nanri
Lady Go! - Sumire Uesaka
TORTURED SOULS:
Hoshikuzu no Ringu - Asami Imai
Shiroi Fūkei - ARTERY VEIN
Hotarubi - Yumi Hara
CORPSE PARTY(2015):
BABYLON ~before the daybreak - Asami Imai
BOOK OF SHADOWS:
Hana no Saku Basho - Asami Imai
☆Twinkle☆Girls☆ - ☆Twinkle☆Girls☆
Pandora No Yoru - ARTERY VEIN
BOOK OF SHADOWS(2016):
Sabaku no Ame - Asami Imai
SWEET SACHIKO'S HYSTERIC BIRTHDAY BASH:
Limited Love - Asami Imai
Sora no Kurenai - Yumi Hara
HANABI - Yumi Hara ft. Asami Imai
Getsugen - ARTERY VEIN
BLOOD DRIVE:
In the rain - Yumi Hara
Keshin - Asami Imai
Translucent days - ARTERY VEIN
Shangri-La (Ballad Version) - Asami Imai
DEAD PATIENT:
Kegashi no Mori - Itsuki Sawada
Edit 1: TorTwirl on Reddit found the name of the person who did vocals on Requiem for a Dream and also the song Eternal Prayer!
#corpse party#copa#corpse party ost#video game ost#game ost#video game songs#corpse party songs#copa songs#asami imai#yumi hara#eri kitamura#hiro shimono#ARTERY VEIN
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synopsis : jinha decides that enough is enough - how does one deal with failure?
timestamp : march 16th, 2019 [ENTRANCE TICKETS ERA]
characters : miyabi, uya, nari, cherum, jinha
warnings : profanity
from eury : a lil piece to figure out the characters :3
“god damn it!”
the exclamation is accompanied by the harsh clattering of a metal bowl thrown against the floor. four pairs of eyes turn towards the youngest. cherum looks up from her phone that glued to her hand, and uya, hands submerged in warm soapy water inside the sink, drills her eyes into the back of jinha’s forehead, as if trying to pry open her brain.
“what's wrong?”
miyabi pulls away from the side of the dining table, palms outreach, facing jinha, as if trying to placate a young child.
“all you guys… acting like everything is normal when it's not! how can you all be so calm? so… uncaring?! don't you know that our literal lives are at stake here?”
jinha bursts. across the counter, uya & cherum exchange glances.
“of course we are. we all care about our success,” miyabi is gentle - as always, soothing as she nears the sink, “but it'll just be worse if we worry about when and where.”
“god! shouldn't you be like me right now? didn't you spend five - fucking, years in this hellhole? you threw away your teenage years, stuck in that dingy basement, only to debut to literal failure?”
jinha flings away miyabi's hands, and uya reels away from the girls next to her, flinching as if she's the one jinha's comments were flung at.
“jinha…” the leader sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“forget it. this will never go anywhere,” jinha flings down the towel in her hand, stalking away to the hallway. she slips past nari, who only sends her a pleading look, and cherum sighs from her seat at the dining table as a door slams shut.
the room falls into silence, the only accompanying sound is the tick of a clock and the slow drip of the water faucet.
"well, maybe next time," cherum pops the bubble of silence with a scrape of her chair, pulling herself out of her seat as she moves into the same hallway jinha disappeared into.
nari shoots the older girls a look, before padding after her roommate. the soft click of a door leaving the eldests in the dimly lit living room.
miyabi sighs, bending to pick up the metal bowl that jinha had dropped. she passes it to uya, who drops it into the pile of dishes and cutlery, submerged in now cool water.
“"it's a stressful time for all of us,” miyabi offers, as she picks up jinha's abandoned role of drying the dishes.
“but not all of us throw tantrums,” uya frowns, scrubbing furiously at the rim of a mug.
“she's young.”
“so were we,” uya points out, “in those dingy basements, as she puts it… but we got here.”
miyabi only gives a thoughtful hum. seeing her downturned expression, uya nudges the girl in the arm. miyabi lets out a soft laugh as she whips the towel at the girl. the two devolve into giggles and mirth as they oush at each other, body against body. uya pauses in between shoves, pulling off her rubber gloves and flicking the remaining water off at miyabi, who calls a truce before uya dumps cold water on her.
“don't be so dull. you're our leader, everyone looks up to you,” uya pauses, gathering her thoughts and breath, “ as my mother always said, the only thing that beats talent is hard work. success comes to those who work for it.”
miyabi gives a bitter laugh, “success comes to those who are lucky, youya, no matter how hard you work for it.”
uya shakes her head, “what you believe is what will come to you.”
miyabi turns her head towards the empty dining table, “if that's true, then the question we should be asking ourselves is... what does whimsy believe?”
she certainly needs something greater to believe in.
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my name is damian; feel free to call me any variation, excluding ian because i will block you, or by the writer name for this blog - deadrobin.
i am 23; 070798
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lessons in law.
⎘ pairing: fem!reader x choi san.
⎘ genre: dilf!san, lawyer!san, tutor!san, law-student!reader, smut, all parties are of legal age!!
⎘ warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, light name calling, mentions of punishment, san is a simp in denial.
⎘ description: sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with an oral exam.
⎘ word count: 1.6k
⎘ author’s note: this was supposed to be a less-than-500-words timestamp. 🧍♂️
⎘ taglist: @yunhobabygurl, @eonghwa, @iusrene, @nari-nim, @couchpotatoaniki, @vanishingboots, @yoheyyosup, @spacepiratehongjoong, @rainteez02 unable to tag: @harry-the-pottypus
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“for a d-defamation lawsuit to turn out success- fuck!” from the moment your resolve slips, you regret it, almost going as far as to complain verbally, if you didn’t already know better.
talking back will only get you punished, and not in the way of whips and chains and all things spice, but in the way of being left high and dry, pussy wet and unfilled.
cold air brushes up against your sensitive folds as the man beneath your desk pulls away from your sopping core. you glance down in time to catch the way he swipes his tongue over his lips, collecting the juices you’ve covered him in, in as little as the three minutes he’s been down there.
he’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised, expectantly, awaiting you to correct the error of your ways.
“did i tell you to stop reading, princess?” his voice, the way the gruff in it curls over his words and his beautiful lips move as he speaks, sends a fresh rush of arousal down your nerves.
“no, mr. choi.”
“and what did you do?”
“stop-” you start, only to do the very thing you said when you jolt in your seat, moments after he’d blown air onto your pulsating heat, torturing you with the minimum amount of pressure against your clit. it takes a deep, calming breath on your end to centre yourself again. “i stopped reading.”
“tsk.” his response worries you. so vague, you’re yet to figure out if he’s going to even bother continuing with the pleasure he was giving you. as if sensing your unsure nature, the drag of his pointer finger over your soaked entrance becomes his answer to the unasked question. “how am i supposed to know you’re studying the notes i gave you if you do that, hmm? do it again and we’ll have to cut the tutoring lesson short today.”
he could have whispered the words and you still would have heard him loud and clear. your eyes reluctantly snap back to the textbook instead of staring down at the sight of him between your legs, hair perfectly slicked back and begging to be messed up, tie undone and hanging from his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up his arms and straining against the muscles of his forearms.
“the act of defamation occurs when someone makes a false and harmful statement...” you begin reciting the words again, after you’d cleared your throat.
as san’s face lowers back onto your aching cunt, you remind yourself over and over to read, just read. that’s all he wants you to do and, in exchange, he’ll take you to heaven with his tongue. but oh, it is so much easier said than done. your hands soon find a grip on the edge of the desk, a place to root yourself down while his tongue drags over you lazily.
“there’s two different types of defamation-” his tongue teases at your hole and you want to beg him, scream at him to shove it- or any other part of him- into your cunt, walls clenching around nothing but your own wetness, causing it to ooze out onto your tutor’s waiting tongue. “libel is the name given to any defamatory words that are written...”
“my princess has the prettiest pussy.” a hand snakes it’s way up your leg, wrapping a tight grip around your thigh before he props it onto his shoulder. when his tongue finally breeches your walls again, it’s at a whole new angle than earlier, and that alone has you wishing you could throw the textbook off your desk only for you to bend over it while mr. choi takes you from behind.
“slander is spoken defamation, and often more trickier to prove in court...” instead, you keep reading so that he’ll keep eating.
“what would your dad say if he knew this is what you use our tutoring sessions for, huh?” san continues to taunt you between licks of your cunt, switching his focus between your hole and your clit. he’s trying to get you to disobey him. “if he knew his dear friend who he asked to help his pretty little daughter get accepted into his law firm has actually been teaching her how to take a proper cock? oh, and just imagine his face if he knew that i fucked you under his very own roof.”
“d- defamation cases are often costly and are a long procedure...” you can’t help it when, instinctually, your hand flies down to tangle itself in his perfectly done hair. instead of pushing you away like you’d thought he would have, san only closes his eyes and let’s out a moan as you tug his hair, face nestling itself deeper between your legs and causing his nose to bump against your clit.
“you have no idea how much i think about you, baby.” his free hand lands on your heat, cupping it as he pulls back to stare up at you. “got me wishing i could have you every hour of the day. that you were mine alone to touch, and fuck, and kiss.”
“w-what would-” you become brave suddenly, spurred on by the moment of vulnerability from the man between your legs, looking so much more at your mercy than ever before, like he’s begging to worship the only goddess he’ll ever know. “your son, or your ex-wife, say if they knew you were doing this, hmm? that you took on an apprentice only to corrupt her?”
“you were corrupted long before i got my hands on you, y/n.” he smirks up at you, only to chuckle when he thrusts a finger into your cunt, no warning, and you gasp, tugging on his hair again. “the only thing i’ve done is show you how good sex can be when you’re doing it with someone experienced instead of some sweaty frat-boy who finishes in two minutes and doesn’t even know where your clit is.”
“you’d be surprised, some of them are better than you give them credit.” you’re lying, without an ounce of shame about it. and it’s more than worth it to see the way his eyes darken, his eyebrows frown, his hand picks up the speed that his finger thrusts into you.
no warning comes when he inserts a second finger.
“really? can they make you beg for their cock like a bitch in heat?” he doesn’t bother to stall any longer, head diving back down between your legs to shut you up.
his mouth latches onto your clit, rolling it between his lips and prodding at it with his tongue while he continues to fuck you with his hand. a third finger enters you and you throw your head back, body curling off the leather of your desk chair while you tighten your grip on san’s hair.
“mr. choi, please.” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.
“yeah, just like that. a little slut begging to be fucked full, that’s all you are, right? and no one knows how to give you what you want but me.” every whine, moan of your voice, every time your walls tighten around his digits, it strokes his ego and keeps him giving you more, more, more.
when the coil in your body is so close to finally snapping, he rips his hand from you. it’s a moment of devastation only, until you feel his hand, soaked in you, clasping around your other thigh and dragging it over his shoulder too. then his tongue is back in you, drinking in every bit of essence your quivering hole offers him.
when you cum, it’s with your body more sat on him than the actual chair, hands on your ass and holding you against his face as his tongue continues to work you through the electrifying feeling, nose bumping over your clit every so often. while your jaw is slacked open in a silent scream, san makes no attempt to hold back the moans and grunts ripping through his chest.
“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he coos when he rises from under your desk, lowering your still quivering body back down onto your chair. you have half the mind to wonder if he’s a completely different man to the one who’d been buried between your thighs minutes ago, as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. instead of a smirk or a scowl, he wears a smile, even when you feel his fingers dip back between your swollen folds.
“mr. choi, i need a break first-”
“shh, it’s okay.” and you believe him, as he retracts his hand and brings it up to your mouth, commanding you to open it. your eyes flutter shut as your mouth wraps around his fingers, tasting yourself all over them. “so pretty, aren’t you?”
you can only nod, so relieved he gave you what you wanted even though you’d stopped reading. you’re unsure how long he lets you sit there with his fingers in your mouth but him removing them brings you back into the room instantly. coating your cheek in your own spit-mixed cum as he cups it, he leans down to place a kiss on your neck.
“i need to go make a quick call but, when i come back, i expect you to be naked on your bed, ass up and face down.” this time it really is nothing but a whisper, yet you hear him loud and clear.
“why?” it seems like a silly questions to ask, when you already know exactly why he wants you in that position.
“you didn’t think i was really going to let you get away with talking back to me, did you?”
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daily dm
epilogue
taglist (closed!): @hwasong @purplelady85 @nycol-ie @marsophilia @prodbyteez @sparklingmallow @twancingyunhoe @wooyoung-a @gummygowon @shinyddeonghwa @ohmy-fandoms @adventuresofrose @softtbby @perfectlysane24 @tbhmingi @itsyaapollochild @theright-sideofme @bomeatscorn @hoerangdan @allie-mcginn @talkbykhalid @the7thcrow @subways-stuff @90s-belladonna @nabihwa @atinyteez @simplyxlea @pxrcyjacks0n @shookykookie30 @aka-minhyuk-kun @super-btstrash-posts @donghyuckanti27 @damselindistressanu @mushroomkwan
a/n: soooooo… hey lol. ahahahha. anyways here’s the loooooong awaited epilogue so you guys can finally not think im the worst ever! not gonna talk too much except to say how much i missed writing this because i love these characters so much. (yea i gave nari a redemption i love her) anyways pay attention to timestamps they are important!! this chappie happens along a span of like a year so yea. anyways enjoy! i already have a new smau in the works that most likely will not take 38197492 years to finish like this one did. love y’all!!! as always leave a comment if ya dig i love hearing from y’all!!
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A/N: This was from my previous re-write blog; I found it lowkey kinda cute so wanted to post it here again before I delete the other re-write blog lol
[9:10pm]
Baby fever. Nari swore she was feeling baby fever as soon as 127 met their small fan, Mali (technically, he was Mark's fan, and 127 was Mali's fan, but specifics didn't matter).
Nair smiled and cooed along with the others, laughing and cheering at whatever Mali shyly mentioned to them or showed. She could tell everyone was smitten with this young boy - including herself.
"Do you want to be an NCT member?" Nari heard one of the members ask Mali. The boy nodded in reply.
"No, no, no," Haechan and Yuta denied. "It's dangerous."
It's dangerous...
Nari felt her heart break at the members' words, spotting the hidden worry and fear in their expressions at the thought of Mali becoming a member - or an idol in general.
She pursed her lips at the sight. She knew what they were thinking of; they were thinking of what she and other members went through from pre-debut until now...
The pressure she received from the staff to become the best of the best, the expectations they had on her because her parents were well-known business people, the hate from the public thinking they were going to flop, haters, sasaeng incidents, the mistreatment she and others would get from the few staff - she understood why the members said no to Mali becoming a member.
While most of them were distracted by hanging out with their young fan, Nari stood in between Haechan and Yuta, looping her arms through each of theirs while pressing a chaste kiss on their bicep. They didn't need any verbal words from her. They knew what Nari was trying to express.
After their fans left, Nari turned to the two again. "You okay?" she asked them.
"Yeah, we're okay," Haechan smiled small, giving her a side hug while Yuta clasped his hands in hers.
"It's just a bit sad how most of our fans don't understand how serious and hard it is to be an idol, the dangers you can get into," Yuta added, squeezing her hands lightly.
"I'm okay, guys. We're okay," she assured them, outing their hidden worry. "I'm going to be fine, you know why? Because I have you all with me, and I'm not going to shut you all out like I did before, I'll be open about my struggles."
"I know, and we're glad," Yuta grinned, leaning down to press a light kiss to her forehead. "Still, you're my best friend, I'm gonna worry about you. Just like how everyone is going to worry about one another."
"Yeah, of course, I'm going to worry over my Noona!" Haechan whined, trapping her in his hold so he could nuzzle his head on top of hers with a pout. Nari laughed at the slightly ticklish feeling from the nuzzle, instinctively shying away from it to no avail. Haechan tightened his arms around her so he could kiss the top of her head happily. Only then, did he let go of her.
"Understandable," she nodded, beaming at the two proudly. "I can't believe how mature the two of you became. And it was so cute to see you worry and care about Mali, that adorable boy."
"Is this what I think I'm hearing?" Haechan gasped dramatically. Before Nari could utter her confusion, the 127 maknae turned to Taeyong. "Hyung! Noona wants a baby!"
"Lee Donghyuck!" Nari yelped, red flushing through her face at her hidden desire.
Taeyong choked on the water he was drinking from across the room.
#nct female addition#nct female member#nct female oc#nari: timestamps#nari:: 127#nari x haechan#nct 127 female oc#nct 127 female addition#nct 127 female member#nari x yuta#nari x taeyong#nct 24th member
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Paint My Spirit Gold
Dukeceit Week Day 2: Green/Yellow
Fans of the YouTubers "Deceit" and Remus "The Duke" Sanders start to suspect that maybe, just maybe, the two of them are more than simple internet pals.
AO3 Link: [here]
Word Count: 2187
Warnings: n/a
@dukeceitweek <3
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[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a watercolor-style painting of a snake. The snake appears to be made of melting chocolate, and there is a large bite taken out of its tail. Cherries and jam are leaking out of the snake at the bite wound. The snake's expression of horror is overly-exaggerated to the point of comedy. The caption reads: "liked your snake boi, @SerpenThyme. thanks for the inspo." /end ID]
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A notification ding cut Janus off mid-sentence.
“Wow, someone left their cell phone on, so professional,” he said, giving the camera a dramatic eye roll. That someone was him, of course, because he was the only one in the apartment- just him and the running livestream- but that was no excuse not to be a drama queen about it. He finished wiping flour off his hands and grabbed his phone to silence it; but the notification made him pause. He flicked his eyes up toward the camera and gave a slight smirk.
“My goodness, I’m famous,” he drawled. “The Duke himself has graced little old me with some fan art.”
Most of the comments in the chat wanted him to show it, so Janus opened up Twitter to see the full post he’d been tagged in. It was a watercolor painting of the coiled-snake chocolate sculpture- lovingly named Jake by his viewers- he’d made for his YouTube video last week; it was wearing an expression of such comedic horror that Janus had to stifle a laugh. He flicked his phone screen toward the close-up camera on his counter so his viewers could see.
“How kind of you, Remus,” he said. “All of you should go scold him for what he’s done to poor Jake here.”
Most of his viewers would know he was joking- after all, they were the ones to nickname him Deceit when he provided neither a real or fake name for his online persona. They knew full well what he was like by now.
The oven timer dinged. Janus silenced his phone and set it aside.
“And our first batch of cookies is done. You know, why don’t we show the Duke some appreciation?”
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[ID: An Instagram post by user @SerpenThyme. The photo is an artistically-framed shot of a stack of sugar cookies with green, yellow, and pink icing. Propped up against the stack is another cookie, with an intricate icing-drawing of an octopus. The photo appears to have been color corrected to have high contrast, low saturation, and a dark vignette at the edges. The Instagram user @OctoDukie is tagged. No caption. /end ID]
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“You know, I have often been accused of actually being a little old lady, what with my fondness for knitted jumpers, rocking chairs, and incredibly fucked up murder mystery books. Today I am doing nothing to dispel this accusation, by making soup.”
The studio was dark and empty aside from Remus' workspace. Everyone else had left long ago, even his own brother, which meant that it was officially ass-o'clock in the morning (or, as most people called it, somewhere between 1 and 2 a.m.) But Remus was stuck in hyperfocus, honed in on putting the last touches on a commission that he'd been putting off for weeks. It's not that it was a tough painting- once he'd gotten started, it was actually a very creatively satisfying piece- but man, executive dysfunction could go suck a dick
“French onion soup, specifically. Because while I do like to pretend I am a classy bitch, I am also, regrettably, a lazy bitch with a distaste for anything that takes longer than one bottle of wine to make.”
Remus hated working in silence. It was stifling, almost suffocating. His brain needed noise like his lungs needed air. So when the studio had grown still and silent, Remus had flipped open his laptop and queued up some YouTube videos.
“So we have here three pounds of onions that we need to slice up, pole to pole. You’re going to cry no matter what, so if you have any memories you’ve been repressing since middle school, now is an excellent time to dredge those up.”
And if it happened to be 90% SerpenThyme videos, well. Sue him.
“Now the first rule of caramelizing onions: fast and sloppy is always better than slow and thorough… at least, that’s what every man I’ve ever slept with tells me.”
Remus choked and glanced over to his laptop screen just in time to catch Deceit's trademark smirk directed at the audience just for a moment. It was the deadpan delivery that always got him. Remus could barely hold onto a joke long enough to get through it without cackling mid-punchline, but this fucker could say the funniest shit like an off-hand comment.
He wiped his hands off on his jeans (what use were clothes if you couldn't use them as paint rags?) and pulled his laptop across the table. He typed out a quick comment, citing the timestamp of the joke, and after it was posted, he shut his laptop.
'Cause ass-o'clock was short for "get-your-ass-home-or-I’ll-kick-it" o'clock.
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[ID: A screenshot of a YouTube comments section. The first comment is by user TheDuke, and reads: "10:42 wow, rude." The second comment is a reply by user SerpenThyme, and simply reads ";)" /end ID]
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Janus plopped down on the couch with a slight groan. He didn’t need to stream today, but he really hated missing days. Besides… he was fine. Really.
He adjusted the camera until he was happy with the framing, and then checked the settings on his streaming software. Satisfied, he started the stream, and watched as his usual viewers rolled in.
“What do you mean I’m not in my kitchen?” Janus drawled, addressing the chat. He glanced around with an expression of faux-shock on his face. “My goodness, when did that happen?”
He chuckled, and then gestured to his surroundings. “Yes, we are in my living room today. If you must know, my closest and most trusted friend tried to murder me today- yes, Virgil, it was attempted murder and nothing less- and I survived with nary a scratch… and a broken foot, but that is beside the point. Anyway, I’m not allowed to stand for long periods of time, and I may or may not be somewhat inebriated by pain pills and couldn’t stand even if I wanted to. So we are cooking from my couch today.”
Janus paused for a few moments to read the chat messages as they popped up. A few get well soon’s, a few theories about the “attempted murder,” Virgil- who moderated his chat for him- vehemently denying the “attempted murder” but otherwise refusing to clarify the event, and a large volume of wtf why are you streaming today, take care of yourself comments, which made him smile. But one particular comment caught his eye, almost lost amid the torrent of an active chat: wait this kinda looks like the Duke’s living room?
“Oh, VampSuga,” he said, addressing that commenter in particular with a slight smirk. “I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about. Anyway, since I can’t reach my oven from here, I thought some no-bake cookies were in order. For these you will need-”
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[ID: A screenshot of a Discord conversation. The text reads:
“VampSuga: Ok ok hear me out. Dukeceit.
Starstruck96: who?
IneffableSnek: lmao
FeralBeauYasha: lol
VampSuga: Deceit and Remus Sanders! They’re totally dating. I will die on this hill.
FeralBeauYasha: Isn’t the duke w/ PatPat?
IneffableSnek: no thats his brothers bf
FeralBeauYasha: ohh
VampSuga: Did anyone see Deceit’s stream today? I swear that’s the Duke’s livingroom.
StarStruck96: idk that seems like a stretch
IneffableSnek: no wait i kno what u mean
IneffableSnek: im watching the duke’s old videos and that one where he shows off all his old weapons he’s in a living room kinda like deceit’s
FeralBeauYasha: They were acting all cute on twitter too
VampSuga: DUKECEIT” /end ID]
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"Hey guys, been a while since you've seen my face and not just whatever my hands are busy with, when it's within YouTube's terms and conditions I mean. They used to be way more lenient…" Remus trailed off for a moment, then shook his head sharply and plastered on a grin.
"Anyway! In June me and a few other creators did a fundraiser for the Trevor Project, and y'all smashed the goal, so I let you decide what video I'd make this month." He paused, and gestured to the mountain of clothes piled behind him on the bed. "And you had so many juicy ideas to choose from, but you decided to dress me up like a Barbie instead."
Remus paused to scroll through his phone for a few moments. "Ah, ok, here we go. Twitter user YoonIsMyCat- oh, BTS, nice- sent in this first outfit. Uh… future Remus, put up the post here somewhere." He gestured vaguely to his right. "Y'all went with either a fuckton more clothes or a fuckton less clothes, which I respect. Apparently this outfit is called…” He squinted at his phone. “Amish chic? I take it back, no respect at all.”
Remus cycled through the outfits his viewers sent in, which ranged from the aforementioned “Amish chic” to “2008 rave attire” to “ok now you guys are just fucking with me” (which consisted of one of those big puffy snow coats, lime green in color; booty shorts with the shrug text emoji across the ass; fuzzy pink boots; and a yellow cowboy hat to top off the whole thing. It was awful. Remus loved it.) The mountain of clothes on the bed gradually became a mess of clothes spread across the floor instead, until there was just one outfit left.
“Ok so Twitter user VampSuga sent me this outfit that I’m gonna call ‘sexy librarian.’ I couldn’t find this exact sweater online, but-” he paused for dramatic effect, before brandishing a sweater toward the camera like a bullfighter. “My boyfriend had something that was close enough.”
Remus hopped up from the bed and switched off the camera so he could change.
“They’re going to lose their minds,” a voice drawled from the doorway. Remus threw his shirt at him.
“Shoo, I’m getting naked.”
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[ID: A Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It features a selfie of YouTuber Remus “The Duke” Sanders, a Hispanic man with his hair dyed green and styled into a spiked mohawk. He is wearing a yellow knitted cardigan over a black button-up shirt. He is grinning widely at the camera. The caption reads: “my viewers pick my outfits! now live on youtube. go see what i look like as a sexy librarian!” /end ID]
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DukeceitStan
first and only dukeceit shipper ig
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wow there’s so many of you now! Hi!!
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i want this to be canon so bad omg
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i mean just look
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[ID: A series of three gifs featuring Youtubers SerpenThyme, aka Deceit, and TheDuke, aka Remus Sanders. Deceit is a black man with long, dreadlocked hair, and vitiligo patches along the left side of his face. Remus is a Hispanic man with green-dyed hair styled into a mohawk, many ear and facial piercings, and tattoos covering both arms. Each gif is edited so that the highlights are tinged yellow when Deceit is seen, and tinged green when Remus is seen.
The first gif depicts a close-up shot of Deceit’s hands as he carefully decorates a cookie with green and yellow icing. The cookie art he is working on appears to be a half-finished octopus. The gif then fades into a mid-shot of Remus, with his back to the camera, facing a canvas. The canvas is blank, and Remus appears to be laying out paints on a table to his left.
The second gif depicts Deceit seated at his couch, facing the camera. He has many ingredients spread across his coffee table (including oats, cocoa powder, and butter) and appears to be in the process of laying out several more. The gif fades to show Remus seated at a similar couch with a similar coffee table in front of him. The camera is angled slightly downward to better show the myriad of knives spread out across the table. Remus is gesturing wildly with a morning star held in his hand.
The third gif depicts Deceit in his kitchen. He is pulling on a bright, yellow knitted cardigan, and smirking toward the camera. The gif fades to show Remus in his bedroom, seated on his bed. He is holding up a similar-looking cardigan toward the camera and grinning. /end ID]
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“Remus, it’s almost two in the morning. Come to bed.”
“I’m coming, sorry. Twitter distracted me.”
“Mm. I can’t believe the bird app is more distracting than I am.”
“You should try harder.”
“Come to bed and maybe I will.”
“Ok, ok, I’m coming. Hang on though, is it cool if I post this?”
“Sure. They figured it out anyway.”
“Sweet. Ok, Jannie, I’m coming.”
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[ID: A screenshot of a Twitter post by user @CallMeDukie. It reads: “Dukeceit is canon.” /end ID]
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This is nearly 90k of softness, of two men that canonically have sharp edges that the fic acknowledges regularly, but chooses not to focus on. It’s about valuing quiet mornings and a voice in your ear and deep discussions and reassurance. It’s about knowing when you’ve got a good thing.
That might sound boring, so, I’m going to promote this fic based on something else: Peter, Q’s black cat that adopts Bond.
Both cats pad happily, silently over the familiar sheets and over his familiar frame. Peter settles beneath Bond’s chin, curling up tiny and immediately contented, despite Bond’s grumble and soft curse for the cat to just get off. He doesn’t, and Bond knows he won’t. Though Desmond is the ghost that haunts his suits and finds a way to get his fur on everything Bond owns - toothbrush included - Peter is the spectre that warms him no matter where he lays.
Peter, compared to Desmond, is a very small cat, though Q claims he is nearing his sixth birthday and quite fully grown. Entirely black but for the strange overtones of gold when he stretches in the sun, he is a cat that is very vocal, very social, and very possessive. Having claimed Bond as his official sleeping mat, he rarely leaves his side when Bond spends the night at Q’s.
Peter and Desmond are Q’s cats and they are prominent characters in this fic (and the rest of the stories in this universe, of which there are many timestamps with cat shenanigans)
“Say his name again.”
Bond narrows his eyes but obliges, listening to the trilling mewl that comes his way from the bed. Q laughs, a sweet and quiet thing.
“He missed you.”
“Bollocks,” Bond mutters, but he is smiling, his cheeks warm with pleasure at the thought. “I have absolutely no care for Peter.”
Another, louder demand is made by the little black cat, immediately responsive to his chosen person saying his name. Q raises a brow at Bond, doubt etched so cleanly that he needn’t say a word to argue, watching as Bond leans towards the screen. Tapping his computer’s camera, Q redirects him, and Bond gives him a wry smile.
“Peter,” Q says, as Desmond’s paw pauses mid-whisker cleaning. “Peter, come here, you little pudding.”
There’s nary a flick of ears, at least until Bond laughs, “Pudding?”
Desmond squeaks as the table rattles, Peter clearing neatly from bed to desk to shove his adopted sibling aside with a rough, full-body rub against the camera.
“No, he hasn’t missed you at all,” Q teases, removing his gloves once more. “Absolute bollocks.”
James mutters something in French but it hardly matters. The little cat takes his time marking the screen as his own before disappearing over the top of it and out of sight. Q watches Desmond return to grooming himself, and tells him that he misses him. Both of them. And then returns back to work.
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They are a Queer, but not Him: Jang Bong Hwan is back!
Dwipangga tidak mengubahku, aku mengubah diriku. Akulah yang memilih takdirku. Untuk apa aku pergi ke Kamandanu, bocah polos itu tidak tahu apa-apa tentang hidup. Bocah yang malang, bodoh, dan lugu. Ilmu bela diri yang kamu uleti tidak menghasilkan apa-apa kecuali menguatkan dinding yang tidak bisa aku terobos. Aku kutuk kekerasan hatimu itu, untuk apa? Hingga Dwipangga mencariku di Candi Walandit lalu kau berkata: Bajingan! Andai saja kamu mau mendengarkan teriakanku, akan kusesali perbuatanku. Lantas aku melompat ke jurang dan itu adalah hukuman untukmu.
Ini aku, terbangun di masa depan. Kutulis ini untuk balasan dendam, karena akulah Dewi Nari Ratih dari masa lampau. Kamu harus percaya.
Minggu, 14 Febuari 2021.
Sudah kujelaskan bahwa aku adalah Nari Ratih dari Menguntur. Apa kamu percaya?
Benar, baru saja aku membual dan membuat kalian membaca sesuatu yang amat tidak masuk akal. Hahaha. Barusan itu adalah fiksi, bahkan bukan alur asli dari kisahnya Nari Ratih. Mungkin bisa saja aku mengaku sebagai Sri Tanjung dari kisah Banyu Wangi atau menjadi Tribhuwana Wijayatunggadewi sebagai Ratu Majapahit. Yang mana yang sekiranya akan lebih keren ya?
Kembali ke dalam tulisan-tulisanku tentang, sebutlah, seni. Kalau kubilang bahwa hidup aku, hidupmu, hidup kita semua adalah jalan cerita di sebuah buku komik, apakah kalian tidak percaya juga? Bolehkah aku mengimajinasikan Lauhulmahfuz sebagai sebuah buku dongeng? Dengan mengimani itu, bukan kah dalam kata lain, hidupmu dan hidupku dengan takdirnya masing-masing adalah sebuah cerita?
Apa yang sekiranya akan terjadi jika si pemeran cerita mengetahui bahwa dia hidup dalam sebuah buku? Haruskah kaget atau bahagia, bahwa dia akhirnya punya kesadaran diri? Hidupnya telah bertransformasi dari 3 dimensi menjadi 4 dimensi. Ketambahan indikator tambahan yang terus berjalan, waktu. Ya, waktu. Normalnya semua pemeran akan mengikuti alur yang sesuai dengan waktu alias kronologis. Namun di gerakan literatur post-modern, ternyata waktu menjadi unsur yang menarik dan kronologi bisa dipermainkan dengan unsur lain (misalnya, kesadaran jiwa) oleh sang penulis.
Tulisan ini adalah review dari drama Mr. Queen, terutama pada 3 episode terakhir dan 2 episode epilogue tambahan (Bamboo Forest) sebagai episode yang meluruskan semua asumsi penonton. Ini adalah bentuk apresiasi untuk drama yang berhasil mengakhiri 2020 dan memulai 2021 dengan seru!
Hal tersebut lah yang terjadi kepada Kim Byeong-In.
Di episode 18 Kim Byeong-In sadar tentang perbedaan jiwa Ratu Cheorin. Terus dia jadi percaya bahwa Ratu Cheorin tetap ada di dalam tubuhnya. Lalu apakah Penulis memang membuatnya seperti itu? Ya, klaim Byeong-In dibenarkan penulis. Monolog Ratu Cheorin selepas ditembak oleh sniper di areal istana (episode 20) menyatakan kebenaran bahwa selama ini Ratu Cheorin hidup di dalam badannya sendiri, tapi tidak ingin keluar dan membiarkan Bong-Hwan mengambil alih untuk sebagian besar waktu. Hahahaha, kita semua adalah penonton yang dibodohi. Dengan ini sudah bisa dinyatakan bahwasannya entitas gabungan (Jang Bong Hwan-Ratu Cheorin) ini bukanlah karakter dekonstruksi yang dituntaskan!
Kemudian cerita berlanjut normal secara linear dengan kembalinya Bong-Hwan ke masa kini, itu juga menyatakan fakta lain bahwa era kerajaan Joseon sudah ada di masa lampau. Pengambilan 2 timestamp yang berbeda ini hanyalah faktor lain dari urutan kronologis yang memang menjadi salah satu kriteria dari aliran cerita post modern. Tapi masih ada yang janggal, apa penjelasan yang tepat bagi Byeong-In? Dia semacam cenayang. Dia juga salah satu tokoh yang jadi simbol bahwa drama ini beraliran post modern juga.
Kim Byeong-In hampir semacam 'breaking the fourth wall' secara tersirat, tapi bukan juga. Dia tidak membiarkan penonton jadi unsur yang ikut bagian dalam cerita, tapi dia berhasil menebak jiwa Ratu Cheorin yang sifatnya tidak linear. Apa ya ini namanya? Kalau Byeong-In tau tentang wacana Ratu Cheorin yang pernah mengaku secara jelas bahwa dia adalah laki-laki dan dari masa depan, seperti yang pernah dia utarakan ke Raja Cheoljeong atau secara tidak langsung ke dayang Choi atau Hong-Yeon, berarti iya dia berhasil mempercayai hal metafisika yang keluar dari mulut Ratu Cheorin. Hal ini terdengar seperti omong kosong juga, untuk ikut percaya atas karakter lain dalam tubuh Ratu Cheorin yang tidak hidup secara kronologis. Kim Byeong-In boleh dikatakan berhasil menerobos dinding ke 3½.
Coba aku kasih contoh biar hal ini terasa nyata, pengakuanku sebagai Nari Ratih bisa kamu percaya gak? Kalau kamu percaya aku adalah tokoh yang pernah hidup di periode waktu Kerajaan Singhasari, kamu akan jadi apa? Haruskah kaget atau bahagia, bahwa kamu akhirnya punya kesadaran diri atas hal-hal aneh yang diluar kendali kamu tapi nyatanya benar dengan adanya kehadiran aku (yang kamu klaim benar dan kamu percaya)?
Ending mr. Queen adalah happy ending, dan sangat sempurna tapi justru kesempurnaannya itulah yang merusaknya. Jang Bong-Hwan kembali dan kisahnya tidak diperpanjang lagi, ia senang kembali utuh menjadi lelaki. Apalagi massa ototnya gak sama sekali berkurang dan itu sesuai dengan permintaan dia di epilogue Bamboo Forest! Tapi.. apa setelah itu? Apa maksud dari scene Bong-Hwan menatap langit di kota yang sibuk, terus bengong dan berpikir kritis bahwa keadilan akan terus berdiri? Hal ini gak menyelesaikan keresahan penonton tentang jati diri Jang Bong-Hwan yang kemarin-marin... Umm bisa aja di kehidupannya yang ini dia bisa bener-bener berubah menjadi Queer in real life, haha imajinasi yang liar! Inilah hasil dari open plot, versi china dan korea tidak sama-sama menyelesaikan ini dengan perasaan tenang.
#Jang Bong Hwan#queen cheorin#mr. queen#mr queen#drama korea#Cheorinwanghu#Cheorinwanghoo#No Touch Princess#Shin Hye-Sun#Kim Jung-Hyun#tvn#queer#Deconstruction#deconstructivism#dekonstruksi#bamboo forest
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Sonnet 1
Is this merely rage in my heart, fearful
or is the agression of my past nigh
I feel things but my heart drags like a mule
all I know is that I won't say goodbye
Is the shine in your eyes a coming storm?
The silver clouds lining the horizon
Or is it flowing beauty that gives warmth
But still makes me feel the horrors long gone
Your fiery demeanor, flame to my soul
Your cold self showing nary emotion
You know, as I from all the days of old
Hiding gives naught but your own commotion
Wish I could speak with you of all people
But being near you, my soul shows little
-The 5. of April, 2019.
Decided this would be a good place to use as a kind of portfolio for all the poetry I’ve made over the years, despite much of it going unnamed, due to me never imagining anyone would ever get to read them.
Well that is until someone dear got a hint of my poetry, and has been bugging me to make more ever since, you know who you are!
Here’s to you, to your incessant pushing, and your annoying way of being so kind! Really, cut it out sometime!
This marks the beginning, my very first publicly shared poem. I will do my best to date all of them as I have a timestamp for the majority of them. Let’s go!
#poetry#Poet#Sonnet#Shakespearean#shakespearean sonnet#poets on tumblr#poem#Original poem#spilled ink
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Zetsubouchou Pride / Despair-Driven Pride
[T/N: Or literally, “Despair’s Peak Pride”, with a pun on the other chou 超, meaning “over”, like in “overdrive”. Alternative titles: “ Pride Atop Despair”, “Loser’s Pride”, etc.]
Hiya, it’s Rubia Ryu again, back with more Yakuza / Ryu ga Gotoku karaoke! I say there’s always time for some motivational death metal.
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As with last time, this post will only have lyrics to one song. I’ve set the video timestamp to the 2nd one, Majima’s version. He says the same lines as the background voice in the original version anyway.
Once again, this lovely blog has provided the Japanese lyrics, including the intro, outro and background!
4/3/18 Edit: To keep to tradition, let’s just bring out the romaji anyway. I’ll just mark this post for an explicit language warning.
(Majima)
kuso mitee na jinsei
kuso mitee na jibunjishin
zetsubou ni zetsubou o kasaneteru boys & girls yo
ima tachiagarun’ya
tsumori tsumotta zetsubou no itadaki kara
omaera no puraido misetareya!
ikude! zetsubouchou… puraido!
hiihahahahahahaha!
ikude~
(Kiryu)
ore wa ichinenjuu ore jishin ni zetsubouchuu
gorimuchuu keizokuchuu seishun no maigo
(I have no no idea)
kamisama mo jicchuuhakku kitto shitsubouchuu
yumeiki no kousokudouro wa daijuutaichuu
(I have no no passion) hyu–!
chizu suramo kingan de yuganjatte zanzoufuu
yabee zutto meisouchuu de kongetsu ga owaru zo
(Cry Cry naichaisou sa)
tsumori tsumoru bounou niburi niburu honnou
machigaetetemo ii kara saa ansa– choudai
(Go Go Get the answer!)
kimi wa dou ikirundai?
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
hokore mo shinee jinsei ga
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
kokuikkoku to mudadzukai no mama
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
owari ni mukatteru ze?
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Hey Boy! kangaerunda
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
kono karappo no noumiso de
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Right now! misero zetsubouchou puraido
(So! misero zetsubouchou puraido!)
moyase moyashitsukuse
gomi mitee na kurorekishi
hikari abizu sabitsuita mune no shoukyakuro de
(Pride! Pride! Pride! zetsubouchou Pride!)
zetsubou no itadaki kara aitsura o mikudashite yare
hakidame no tsuru ni nariagare
(Pride! Pride! Pride! Pride!)
misetsukero zetsubouchou puraido
(Majima)
kuso mitee na mainichi
kuso mitee na nichijouseikatsu
zetsubou no soko ni shizunderu Boys & Girls yo
ima kara hashiridasun’ya
jounetsu na hore o fumikonde
yatsura ni misetsuketareya!
omae nari no zetsubouchou... doraibu!
(Kiryu)
ore wa mada anchuumosaku shiteru saichuu
mugamuchuu mo danzetsuchuu mirai no makeinu
(I have no no idea)
kamisama mo jicchuuhakku kamazu ze tenchuu
yume ni tsunagaru yamamichi wa noumukeihouchuu
(I have no no passion) hiihihihi!
han suramo kinketsu de su--pa-- o busshokuchuu
waribiki shi--ru kasanaru shinabi bentou wa
(Cry Cry naichaisou sa)
samekitta yukkejan iresugi na toubanjan
musenagara taberu otoko ni wo--ta-- choudai
(Go Go Get the water!)
kimi wa dou omoundai?
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
ichidokkiri no kyou no hi ga
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
kotae mo dazu nanimo nasenu mama
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
owari o mukaeteru ze?
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Hey Boy! hashiridasunda
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
zetsubou no yami o furikitte
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Right now! misero zetsubouchou doraibu
(So! misero zetsubouchou doraibu!)
hashire hashirinukero
kuso mitee na kono sekai o
yume mo mitezu sabitsuita enjin tachiagete
(Drive! Drive! Drive! zetsubouchou Drive!)
zetsubou no teihen kara
aitsura no ashi o sukutte yare
jounetsu no akuseru fumikonde
(Drive! Drive! Drive! Drive!)
misetsukero zetsubouchou doraibu
(Majima & backup)
zetsu... bou... zetsubou... zetsubou! chou!
dora~ibu! zetsubouchou dora~ibu!
pura~ido! zetsubouchou pura~ido!
(Kiryu)
ore no kannousei wa omaera ga kimeru mono janee
ore no mirai ya ashita wa kono ore ga kimeru sa
(misero zetsubouchou Pride!)
moyase moyashitsukuse
gomi mitee na kurorekishi
hikari abizu sabitsuita mune no shoukyakuro de
(Pride! Pride! Pride! zetsubouchou Pride!)
zetsubou no itadaki kara aitsura o mikudashite yare
hakidame no tsuru yo maiagare
(Pride! Pride! Pride! Pride!)
misetsukero zetsubouchou puraido!
(Majima)
kotae wa mieta ka niichan?
kotae wa daseta ka neechan?
kotae nante mono wa itsumo
saisho kara jibun no naka ni deru mon nanya
nayanda furi nanka yamete
hashire! hashire! hashirun’yaaa!
And of course, the (very loose) translations are here:
Livin’ a shitty life
Feelin’ like shit yourself
Layin’ despair on despair, you boys & girls
Now’s the time to stand up
From the top of that pile of despair
Show the world your shitty pride!
Let’s go! Despair-driven… pride!
Heehahahahahahaha!
Let’s go~
I’ve been stuck in despair all year round
I’m still in a daze, a lost child in my youth
(I have no no idea)
Chances are, even God has to be disappointed
This highway of dreams is all jammed up
(I have no no passion) Whoo!
Even the map is a shortsighted, twisted image
Damn, I’m definitely straying, this month is already over
(Cry Cry Can’t stop the tears)
Problems keep piling, my skills keep dulling
Maybe I’m wrong, but fuck it, just give me the answer!
(Go Go Get the answer!)
How have you been living?
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
A life without a thing to boast
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
You’re just wasting away every moment
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
And waiting for the end to come?
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Hey Boy! Think about it
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
Use that empty head of yours
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Right now! Charm ‘em with your despair-driven pride!
(So! Charm ‘em with your despair-driven pride!)
Burn it up, Burn it all the way
Your trashy blackened history
With your heart’s rusted incinerator outside the light
(Pride! Pride! Pride! Despair-driven Pride!)
From the top of despair, look down upon those guys
Rise up like a crane atop the junk heap
(Pride! Pride! Pride! Pride!)
Flaunt your despair-driven pride
Everyday is shitty
This daily life is shitty
Sunk at the bottom of despair, you Boys & Girls
Now’s the time to break out running
Step on that passionate thing [accelerator]
And flaunt it at those assholes
Your own despair-risen... drive!
I’m still groping in the dark right now
Losing myself and breaking off, a defeated dog up ahead
(I have no no idea)
Chances are, even God has laid down judgment
This mountain path of dreams is overcast in fog
(I have no no passion) heehehehe!
Even just for food, money’s running out, I’m scouring the supermarket
A shriveled lunchbox stacked with discount labels
(Cry Cry Can’t stop the tears)
Stone-cold yukgaejang with too much doubanjiang
Eating and fuckin’ choking on it, get this guy some water!
(Go Go Get the water!)
What have you been thinking?
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
Just this once all day today
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Without an answer or getting anything done
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
You’re just waiting for the end?
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Hey Boy! Get up and run
(Hey Boy! Get up fuckers!)
Break out from that despairing darkness
(Hey Boy! Stand up fuckers!)
Right now! Charm ‘em with your despair-risen drive!
(So! Charm ‘em with your despair-risen drive!)
Run out, Run out all the way
In this shitty world you live
Rev up with that rusted engine without a dream
(Drive! Drive! Drive! Despair-risen Drive!)
From the deepest pit of despair
Pull out those guys by their feet
And step on the accelerator of passion
(Drive! Drive! Drive! Drive!)
Flaunt your despair-risen drive
Des... pair... Despair... Despair! Risen!
Dri~ve! Despair-risen dri~ve!
Pri~de! Despair-driven pri~de!
My possibilities aren’t something you guys decide
My future and tomorrow are mine to decide
(Charm ‘em with your despair-driven Pride!)
Burn it up, Burn it all the way
Your trashy blackened history
With your heart’s rusted incinerator outside the light
(Pride! Pride! Pride! Despair-driven Pride!)
From the top of despair, look down upon them
Soar high like a crane atop the junk heap
(Pride! Pride! Pride! Pride!)
Flaunt your despair-driven pride
Have you seen your answer, Boy?
Have you found your answer, Girl?
This thing called an answer is
from the start, something that comes from inside you
So stop acting like you’re worried
Run! Run! Blaze it, you fuckerrrs!
...It feels weird. I’m so used to seeing expletives, but not at all used to writing or saying them. Ah, well.
I say “very loose” because it’s not easy translating Japanese puns that sound exactly the same in their respective verses. I couldn’t find a good word for either ‘chou’, the one meaning “peak” (among other things) and the other one meaning “over”, so I hope this is okay. The rest of it should be accurate - that is, give or take a few liberties.
Also, it was tricky pinning down what Majima was saying in the second solo verse. The Ad-lib King strikes again.
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*Sigh* Why are you bringing me up again?
I literally haven’t spoken about you in ages. You’ve been nary a passing through, like a scar left over from a particularly bad zit on the curvier side of my ass.
The screenshots you posted either purposely omit the timestamps, or show ones that are over a year old.
Why are you doing this?
It’s over a year old.
A year old on top of more than three years of you harassing me in total.
I moved on, grew up, clearly you haven’t.
I’m not asking for an apology from you because I know I’ll never get one. it’s a waste of time. I’m not the one you misgendered (though I’m not surprised to see you’re still behaving this way and getting called out for being transphobic, among other things. Fan art won’t change that).
What I haven spoken even less about is previously using statcounter to catch you sending shit to me and others in the past, you seem fixated on that. Which is odd, I don’t think I really ever said statcounter was a thing except when dealing with the other blog, crownedclowngirl, but you seemed so fixated that it is about you I’ll just assume you’re both one in the same. Like always.
I feel like I’ve said this plenty of times before, but stop stalking me.
Leave me alone.
I don’t care what blog you use or what fandom you use to attack people with and poison with your toxicity. Leave me out of the shitty drama that you started and you can’t let go.
You harassed Dellafine, you harassed terminusvitae, you harassed knife-of-shinra (and suicide baited them), you harassed Tay, you harassed (and misgendered) Nurro, and you’ve harassed and degraded me every step of the way for tell you that you were and still are wrong.
And tell all your little buddies who’re too naive to see what an asshole you are, to stay out of my inbox as well. I don’t have time for dumb little children.
P.S. having your fake “friend” (which was you on another blog) send you an anonymous message telling someone, “Sorry but don’t be such a bitch about it” is not actually an apology. Nor is it one coming from them since there’s no way to verify it. And on top of THAT it doesn’t excuse YOU misgendering them and you calling them such new, colorful slurs like the one I just happened across. That being “COCKBITCH”. If any of this is inaccurate feel free to correct it with real proof.
#greenpaladinofnature#xrebelpiratex#crownedclowngirl#loveismysword#Can you ask your friend to get off my ass?#vaguely-vld-related-rp-blog#educating-antis#I really hope she's not tryign to vaguely accuse someone of hacking her to mess with her line art.#That's just ridiculous#stalker#dis bich#drama#voltron#voltron: legendary defenders#vld#pidge#pidge gunderson#paladins
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