#Gods I want to make this a Real Thing so badly - focus pls find me I am begging

[sysig]

Kissing Strangers 💋 (Patreon)

[bloomyagi]

beautiful, beloved, mine (m)

summary: you set him ablaze. he can only hope you like watching him burn for you. alternatively: this love for you is consuming him, and it all comes out in a badly vomited confession after he corners you at a gala.

pairings: shouto todoroki x f!reader

genre: pro heroes au, characters are aged up 20+

warnings: smut, dry humping, shouto comes in his pants, sub!shouto, he’s a good boi for you, he loves you very much n wants to be your baby

length: 2,447

notes: can u tell how much i love him pls -

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“Can I be yours?”

Shouto Todoroki, ranked third pro-hero in Japan, has his strong arms braced around your head. In all your years of friendship, he has never been anything but exceedingly polite. He is well-behaved, thoughtful and sharp. He is guarded, though not intentionally, not anymore—it is reflex, a shield he has never really learned to lower. A reminder of his childhood.

You think he’s drunk. He must be, beautiful dual-coloured locks dishevelled, black button-up half-open and exposing his gorgeous collarbone. You watch, unwittingly, as a bead of sweat trickle down his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, biceps flexing.

The dimmed lighting unfairly accosts you with his devastatingly handsome features and muscular body. And his eyes. His heterochromatic eyes are alight with something fierce and intense. They are also clear, glowing, almost, in the dark.

The two of you are somehow on the balcony, shut away from the rest of the world, the bass and the sounds of life fading in your little bubble until all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, the warmth of his breath, the heat of skin and the fluttering of your heart in your throat. The cement wall digs into your back.

No, you correct yourself. He isn’t drunk. He’s barely tipsy. He doesn’t like to drink, rarely acquiesces to Kirishima’s insistence of shots.

He doesn’t smell like alcohol. His scent has always been calming, detectable under the thin layer expensive cologne he uses—he doesn’t like perfumed smells either, only uses it on nights like these, when he’s obliged to look the part—that fresh, cool scent. Of clean sheets, laundry detergent.

Still, this is out of character. Todoroki has never once crossed a line with you, with anyone. He’s quiet, reserved, though he smiles more now, the forming dimples in the corner of his eyes a living testament to his character growth. He treats others fairly. He is not unkind, honest and straight-forward. He is many things, and with the way he’s gazing down at you now, you are suddenly reminded of Midoriya’s hushed remarks earlier.

“You can’t see it, but Todoroki-kun treats you differently. He thinks about you, what you’d like and what you like. He cares about you so he’s careful around you. He wants to cherish you. He’s cold because he uncertain. He doesn’t know what to do. This is all new to him.”

“What is?”

The number one pro-hero had looked at you strangely. “Being in love.”

Midoriya is indisputably Todoroki’s best friend. Still, his actions are baffling. Why you? Why now? No, you couldn’t see it at all.

“Todoroki, are you drunk?”

“No. Though I required a little … liquid courage, as they say,” he rasps. He’s so close. His voice, so deep and husky, has you biting your lower lip. His gaze falls immediately.

He doesn’t touch you. The way his arms flex, hands clenching and unclenching, and his stiff posture tells you he wants to. He’s visibly restraining himself. Waiting, watching. Hoping.

“You never … why me?” You say softly.

“I could not. I wanted to, so badly. I have always wanted you. I always thought it was impossible for someone like me—to find someone I would want to share my life with, given my upbringing and dysfunctional family. But then things changed, got better, and then I met you.” He takes a shaky breath.

“I found wordless comfort in your mere presence. I found I could be emboldened, empowered, changed by your words. Every day I wondered how I could be worthy of you—if I could ever be worthy of you. Then I realized it was you … it would not matter to you, so long as I was honest with who I was. That is just the kind of person you are …” He shuts his eyes. His lashes are so long, you note absently.

“I am touched by your existence … I find joy in your spirit, yearning for your embrace, for the heat of your skin pressed against mine, I crave it … these foreign desires, they elicit something dark within myself,” he continues, breathing a little ragged now.

“This need, this desperation, like fire spreading in my veins, uncontrollable and hungry … I feel restless, itching for something, someone … Now I finally understand. I feel like I want to—to devour you. It is no longer enough, seeing you as I do, being as we are, mere friends … I want more, need more. With this desire to monopolize, I fear I have become … insatiable,” he trails off, turning his face to the side in shame.

Oh. Shouto Todoroki is in love with you, you realize with a jolt. He longs for you. For your companionship, your wit, your soul and your body. Your heart.

You reach up with a trembling hand to touch his jaw, guiding him until he looked at you once more. He doesn’t resist, pliant and eager as he leans into your hold.

“Only if I can be yours in return,” you say.

He lurches forward, knees nearly giving out as he slumps in your arms. “Oh, thank god, I … I was anxious I would have ruined everything. I knew it was unlikely they would be reciprocated, but I—I had to try,” he gasps. “This desire, it was consuming me.”

“Todoroki …” You thumb his cheekbone. He sighs faintly, body curving over yours as he presses close. “Call me Shouto, please …”

“Shouto.” He makes a strangled noise.

“Again. Please. You must understand, I have longed for this for so long …” He pleads shyly.

“Shouto,” you whisper, stroking his cheek. He’s so unexpectedly adorable. So, so adorable.

“My apologies, darling. I know I’m taking liberties, but I’m weak … I’m not strong enough to resist such temptation. Not while you are here, in front of me like nights when I dared to dream… So beautiful.” He nuzzles your palm.

You flush at his term of endearment, at the rawness of his tone. He has laid himself bare, singing his truth like a Shakespeare sonnet.

“You woo me like you’re waxing poetry … does this often work with others?” You murmur. You think you’re in real danger of melting.

His eyes fly open in alarm. “No. Never. It has only ever been you. I speak only from the heart, I have never—never done this before, am I explaining myself poorly? I am often told my words could use some more tact …”

Your heart swells.

“I’m just teasing, Shouto,” you say softly, combing a hand through his locks apologetically. “Your words are beautiful, I’m touched, truly.”

He relaxes, curling closer in your embrace.

“You don’t know … how I dream of building a home with you, of sharing all my firsts with you, cooking and setting the table with you … breakfast after long nights, filling the space between us with laughter and joy. Sleeping next to you,” he slurs. And then he goes on plainly, “How I fist myself every night thinking of the swell of your hips, the curl of your lips, your sweet, enthralling scent …”

You inhale sharply. Part of you is entirely taken back by the dual-haired hero’s use of uncharacteristically vulgar descriptions. His words drip over you like a honeyed aphrodisiac. Sweet and addictive.

“May I?” He draws closer, hands releasing you to brace against the concrete behind. Your body shivers involuntarily, missing the heat of his palms immediately.

“Yes,” you whisper.

Shouto dips his head, beautiful heterochromatic eyes watching you carefully for any sign of hesitation or indication you wanted to stop. Ever the gentleman.

This is who he is, you realize. Respectful of your boundaries, honest and, with you, gentle. He eyes flutter close when his lips touch yours. They’re warm, sweet with a hint of the alcohol he consumed earlier. Your fingers bury themselves in his locks, the kiss unhurried, savouring each moment.

Then you open your mouth, tongue touching his. And Shouto falters. He groans throatily, your nose tickling at the scent of ash. Ah. He’s losing control. He jerks away quickly, right hand enclosing over his left.

“Don’t tempt me,” he rasps, blush rising.

You snag the rumpled collar of his shirt, pulling him close. “Kiss me again.”

And when you guide his hands over your hips, he grips them tightly and crushes his mouth against yours, kissing you hard. Spit runs down your chins, messy and sensual.

Something hard presses against your inner thigh. You push his legs apart and shove your leg in between. He chokes, eyes rolling back.

“Ngh—!” He gasps. “More—hngg—please!”

You pull back to survey him. He chases after you, lips slick and swollen.

“Shouto. You like this?”

He pauses, sucking in a breath sharply, eyes flickering. And then—

“Yes,” he whispers, a whisp of flame flaring on his left.

Your core clenches over nothing at his needy, humiliated tone.

“I like this too,” you confess, trailing a hand over the ridges of his abdomen, fascinated by the way the muscles clench.

Shouto mewls, chest thrusting forward when you pinch his nipples experimentally through the cotton. “Ah—ughh—yes!”

“Can you come like this?” You wonder absently as you twist his perked nubs harshly. He moans brokenly, hips jerking.

“I—I d-don’t­—kno—hah,” he pants, eyes half-lidded as he struggles to focus. Pleasure clouds his senses, head fuzzy and vision hazy.

“Can you get off here, like this?” You ask softly. “I want to see you come undone.”

Shouto blinks blearily at you, nodding eagerly. “Hng—yes, wanna be good for you,” he slurs. Oh. My. If you weren’t dripping before, you certainly are now.

He stumbles a little as you push him against the wall, switching positions. He’s barely standing at this point, leaning heavily against the cement as he gazes up at you with glazed eyes. He looks utterly fucked out and utterly delectable.

You undo the remainder of his buttons, holding him back firmly when he whines, pawing at the fabric, wanting to rip it off.

“We still have to walk out of here,” you remind him, giggling. His only blinks at you blankly as if to say and? Too gone to think of the consequences.

“This view is reserved for my eyes only,” you murmur, nails scraping against his nipples. He gasps, back arcing. “Yes, yes!” He agrees mindlessly.

He grinds against your thigh desperately, the weight of his cock heavy and hot. He throbs at every touch.

“Kiss—kiss, please,” he whines, reaching for you. You oblige, internally fawning over his cuteness.

His hips move faster, chasing release as he moans and keens into your mouth.

He parts from you with a gasp and wet shlick. “Feels so good—sho good—hngg,” he babbles. His asymmetric temperatures intensify, the heat of his left searing you and the chill of the right piercing you.

“Oh—I’m—I’m c-cu—” he cries out, gripping you tightly as he fucks himself against your thigh urgently. You push your leg against him harder, nails digging into his stomach.

“Come for me Sho,” you murmur, biting his lower lip. His mouth parts in a silent wail, head tossing as his eyes roll. His body shudders, something warm seeping into the fabric of your jeans.

With a strangled groan, he sags against you, exhausted and spent. You stroke his hair soothingly, brushing back the sweaty locks and peppering chaste kisses over his face as he comes down slowly.

Faintly, you register someone calling your name.

“Oh, Midoriya. Over here.”

Shouto is too out of it, still coming down from his high, his soft moans tickling your ear

“Oh, there you are! Have you seen Todoroki-kun? I—oh!” He squeaks loudly, spinning on his heel immediately and covering his reddening face.

What a sight the two of you must be. A perfectly debauched Shouto, shirt falling over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to his glistening skin, raised lines over his bare chest that appear angrier in the darkened lighting, slumped over you, body trembling from the aftershocks of his orgasm.

The One for All user pales when he spots the noticeable burn the size of a palm on the wall behind your head.

“Uh—neverminditwasn’timportanthahahaohsomeone’scallingmegottagobye!” Midoriya practically screams in your face before bolting from the scene in the next beat.

Shouto manages a tired chuckle as you blink in the wake of his dust.

“You’re surprisingly shameless,” you remark when you turn back to him.

His wry smile slips, letting out a weak mewl when you squeeze his cock over his slacks teasingly. He’s already chubbing up, hips rolling slowly against your touch.

“I told you, didn’t I? I’m insatiable when it comes to you, darling,” he murmurs, cheeks dusting.

“Then let’s continue,” you say, helping him stand. He valiantly tries to salvage whatever is left of his shirt, but it’s hopeless. He gives up, letting it drift apart, sculpted abdomen and chest in full view.

“Hmm. I quite like this view,” your palm rests on his stomach, smiling when he jolts at your warmth.

“My place or yours?” He breathes, pulling you flush to him.

“Yours, I think. I’ve been meaning to try out your new jacuzzi,” you rest your cheek against his chest, tracing nonsensical patterns on his pec. Goosebumps rise on his skin, and you can hear the rapid fluttering of his pulse. He’s—nervous?

“I built it for you,” he confesses, burying his face into your hair. “After you mentioned how much you wanted to try one, I thought—well, I don’t know what I thought. I only know that I went out the next day to hire a contractor and expand my bathroom. I suppose part of me nurtured a hope I’d one day pluck enough courage to ask you to come over and give it a try …”

You pull away, looking up at him in disbelief. He laughs dryly at your expression.

“Yes. I know. It sounds as irrational as it felt. I still haven’t used it yet.”

“Then …,” you hesitate. And then you say shyly, “Then if you’d like … we could try it today? Together?”

“I … yes, I’d love that,” Shouto swallows thickly.

You take his hand as the two of you start to make your way back. He squeezes your hand once.

“Let’s go home,” you say softly. The corner of his heterochromatic eyes crinkle, lips curling into a gentle beam. He looks radiant, beauty amplified by his dishevelled and unkept state. He leans down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“Yes,” he says. “Let’s.”

[kingsuckjin]

Siren Call

**This is for the inthemoodproject by bangtansmutcentral all credits to the moodboard go to @meispace **

➡Pairing: Siren!Hoseok x reader

➡Genre: smut, angst, a little bit scary, some fluff if you’re wearing your glasses and squinting hard enough.

➡Synopsis: You didn’t find this strange club appealing at first, but now that the singer on stage in red has caught your eye, you can’t seem to stop thinking or maybe obsessing over him, and you don’t know why. Apparently you’ve caught his attention too and it feels like he’s only drawing you in more and more. Maybe you’ve bitten off more than you can chew by coming here.

➡Words: 6.7k

➡Warnings: reality alteration?, Unprotected sex (use protection pls), oral sex (m receiving), a bit of dom Hobi, restraints, a whip is brought out, choking, forced orgasm?, lots and lots of teasing.

➡My masterlist

You looked across the small table with a grimace at your best friend, Anna, in her sparkling silver mask. Her empty drink tray sat on the table, eyes shining as she looked at the stage entranced by the singer in red who you thought was completely horrible.

Why had she invited you here just to witness this man shrieking into a microphone? And why was it mandatory for everyone to wear these stupid masks.

The whole club seemed to be nineteen thirties burlesque themed, and so far the performers had reflected the atmosphere as well. It was a creative idea, you’d give them that. The large crowd seemed to agree.

Around you people sat packed at tables and even stood, lining the walls in their masks. Your best friend told you they had all come here for them but you found it hard to believe since he was currently killing your ears with his song.

You turned to look at each one of the guests’ faces around you, and they all stared at the stage with the same glassy eyed look your best friend had behind her mask.

Something just felt… weird.

You leaned across the table and called Anna’s name snapping her out of her trance.

“This guy sucks.” You mouthed.

“You’ll get used to it, I thought the same when I first heard him too, but now… oh man what I wouldn’t give to…” she began staring off at the man on stage again.

“Don’t you have a job to be doing?” You let out a laugh. Her eyes went wide in realization before she jumped up from her seat at the table and grabbed her drink tray.

“You’re not gonna sneak out on me, are you? Stay till the end, you’ll thank me.” She leaned in to tell you so you could hear her over the music.

Somehow you doubted you’d be thanking her for this, but you lived to make others happy. Besides, she had been begging you for months to come see this guy and visit her at her relatively new job that she seemed to be so proud of, with the alcohol around and the unique atmosphere and decor, it seemed like the perfect job for her.

“As long as you keep the free drinks coming I’ll be here.” You joked.

“I’ll sneak you a couple more.” She told you and you gave her a nod before watching her zip off.

With your Anna gone, your eyes had very few other places to go besides the singer in red on stage.

You looked over the fiery red haired singer and for just a fraction of a second you could swear your eyes locked. In that moment your heart beat hard and suddenly, though you sat stationary in your seat, you felt like your body was falling. And if you closed your eyes, you probably would’ve sworn it was. You almost felt… disappointment at him looking away from you so quickly.

You looked down at the table and cocked your head at the fruity drink that you had sworn you already drained, it was now full again.

Were you drunk already? You thought Anna had actually been pretty sneaky and generous about your free drinks, that had to be the only explanation for it. You lifted the glass to your lips but heard something that grabbed your attention once again.

“I’m your guilty pleasure”

Your eyes were pulled- no, dragged- back to the singer on the stage and his words.

“You can’t escape, never.”

He was looking right at you as he sang, and as you gazed back it was like you had acquired tunnel vision. Despite the crowded room, he was the only figure that you could focus on. Everyone else and all of your surroundings had melted away.

You felt you were falling again but you couldn’t scream at the rushing feeling, something told you you wanted to hit the bottom of whatever this was, you would feel whole if you could just hang on until the end. You knew instinctively that you could feel complete if you just gave in to the exhilarating feeling and surrendered yourself to him. This was like an itch you so desperately wanted to cave in and scratch.

Your eyes snapped back down at your already half empty drink in your hand. When had you drank more? How long had you been sitting here eyeing this man?

You noticed you felt a bit strange, and also a bit panicked. You weren’t exactly sure why, you just knew that the man on stage was inspiring these emotions.

“It’s a bit dangerous, but I’m so sweet.”

His once grating voice now sounded smooth like melting butter and it echoed through your mind. You still refused to look up, to look at him at all. You thought you should maybe leave.

“I’m here to save you, I’m here to ruin you”

Yet, How could you leave when you truly wanted the sentiments he was singing to you about? His voice beckoned you, called to you, made you feel like his song was meant only for you.

Maybe he was singing to you, you knew there was only one way to find out.

You looked up at him.

“You called me, see? I’m so sweet. Follow the sound of the pipe.”

And with that you were lost in him again, buried in his silky voice and perfect features.

There was a quick flash through your mind of you collared and on your knees in front of this god of a man, as he smiled a crooked smirk down at you.

You let out a slight gasp at the thought

“I’m ruining you right now, please forgive me because you can’t live without me”

As if he had pried your daydream right out of your mind, he looked directly at you from the stage and gave you a perfect replica of the smirk you had envisioned.

“I’m taking over you.”

The moment he stopped singing and claps sounded throughout the club was the point where you were knocked back into reality.

You sat there dumbfounded as you looked at your once again empty glass. Your heart pounded and you as the applause died down you were left with several questions. When had you managed to finish your drink? How much time had passed during your trance? Without a doubt, you had completely fallen for this bizarre stranger.

But, Had he really changed his voice half-way through the song? You tried to rationalize the shift you noticed in his song, and within yourself. Maybe you had lost track of your drinks, and were just more open to the experience because you were quickly hitting your limit. Or, you had you just gotten used to the unique performance style like your friend told you that you would.

You found yourself not just wanting, but needing another glance at this man, just to be sure that his beauty and perfection was real, or maybe to lock eyes once more. You felt your heart sink when you saw that the stage was empty, his show was over.

Your eyes quickly scanned the club, but he had vanished, and the next performance was beginning. You stayed and watched but this new singer couldn’t hold a candle to the previous act. You were bored. All you could think about was the enticing stranger, he ran through your mind over and over until your thoughts were abruptly interrupted by Anna taking a seat across from you.

“Shifts over! Ready to head out?” She asked cheerfully, but looked completely exhausted.

You looked around the club once again to see you were the last person left who wasn’t an employee.

You went to hand over your mask to her, you were under the impression that it was the property of the venue. To your surprise, she declined it.

“The club usually lets you keep them if you come back. You’re coming back next weekend, right?” She looked at you expectantly and you felt yourself wordlessly nod.

“You’re so drunk, let’s get you home!” A smile grew on her face and he let out a laugh at the state of you.

You dreamed of the handsome singer, not just that night but every night that week. It felt like he had a hold of you, still drawing you into his inner world with his voice, showing you all the things you could do together. You don’t think you had ever wanted someone so badly in your life.

You asked Anna about the performer of course, only to find out his name was Hoseok, and that he was the club owner. She of course asked you to come visit her at work the following week, and you agreed without hesitation.

You sat at a table in the front row in your red and black mask from your first visit. Hoping to once more gain Hoseoks’ attention with a more of an extravagant and sexy look than last time, you eagerly waited for him to come on stage. You declined the drinks your best friend had offered you, she seemed too busy waiting tables and you didn’t want to trouble her anyway.

You were not only curious about him, but felt this aching need to just gaze upon his face again. Although, you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied. Seeing him would only add fuel to the fire of your obsession that was growing for him.

And when he did appear, dressed in the same red jacket, black dress shirt underneath with fiery hair, the rest of the world once again melted away with the sound of Hoseok’s enchanting voice.

You briefly wondered if this was what true love felt like… or true lust with the mess you were already making of your panties.

He sang the same song, you no longer questioned the lyrics or the intent behind them. His eyes drifted to you every so often making you feel like your heart might stop. You could feel the anticipation building, evoking the feeling of being at the peak of a roller coaster just before the drop. But the drop was nowhere in sight. You couldn’t feel the rush associated with final falling. This time you didn’t experience the release you originally felt while watching him, the very same sensation you felt as he touched you in your dreams. He was just pulling you further and further in.

Minutes felt like only seconds as you sat there, unable to look away. Unfortunately, the song was over before you could fully cherish his warm, inviting voice.

You watched Hoseok walk off the stage this time as people applauded, and you could swear he gave a glance back to you.

You watched as the alluring singer’s eyes locked onto Anna carrying a drink tray walking passed him, and stopped her in her tracks with a hand on her arm.

You couldn’t tell what he was saying, but she looked directly at you in response. Quickly, you averted your gaze back to back to the stage- pretending to search for the next entertainer.

You gulped as you noticed your best friend walking over to you in the corner of your vision, drink tray still in hand.

“Y/n, he wants to talk to you.” She sat the tray down on the table and leaned in so you could hear.

“Who?” You asked innocently, but the fluttering excited feeling in your gut told you that you knew, you just wanted to make sure this was really happening.

“The owner, Hoseok.” Even she seemed surprised.

“Why?” This was a question you couldn’t even guess the answer to, to your dismay she shrugged.

“I don’t know. Maybe he wants to offer you a job? If he does just tell him the truth that you already have one. That would have to be it even though none of us got our jobs like that… but did you notice he seems to only hire attractive girls? You would probably be a good candidate in his eyes.” She whispered the last part to you.

You had noticed that all the servers were pretty females, and your friend was no different.

“He wants to see you in his dressing room though. I can show you where it is, but employees aren’t allowed in.” Her words only left you with more questions, most likely ones she didn’t know the answers too either. You were too impatient to wait for the answers right now anyway with the thought of being alone with the man from your dreams.

You immediately stood up from your chair, making her smile; and followed her through an employees only door by the bar in the back.She led you down a long hallway with deep red walls of doors leading to VIP rooms you couldn’t see into, making you wonder what went on inside them.

“Maybe he likes you.” Anna wiggled her eyebrows at you and your mouth nearly entirely fell open “Don’t worry, he’s a pretty good guy… from what I’m told… never talked to him directly before today though.”

She knocked on a black door at the end of the hallway that you two suddenly stopped at. You anxiously waited as Anna quickly took off the same way you both had come.

Before you could call her back to you or ask any questions, the door was opened. And there he stood. Red jacket now off and wearing only the black dress shirt, bearing a warm smile that made your heartbeat stuttered as he beckoned you into the room.

Your legs moved before your mind even thought about it, as if your body was designed to comply to his every command, the thought made heat radiate within you.

His “dressing room” matched the rest of the club, all red and black. There was a massive black vanity with drawers, an authentic looking vintage chaise lounge in deep red velvet, a coffee table with a vase of roses. But the thing that stuck out the most to you was the black leather whip on the wall, hanging like a decoration on the wall above the case lounge.

“Are you hungry?” He asked picking up a strawberry from one of the many on a silver platter on the large vanity. You had not noticed that tray of strawberries there before.

“No thank you.” You declined with a weak voice. You hadn’t drank a drop. So why was your head spinning?

He turned around to face you strawberry in hand and simply just let out a “hmm” sound before taking a bite.

“Why did you ask me to come back here?” You managed to work up the nerve to ask.

“Interesting.” He walked closer your direction and looked into your eyes. You felt like you were hanging on every word, every movement he made. Every centimeter closer to you left you feeling more and more needy for him to just be the tiniest bit closer.

You wanted to ask what was so interesting, but you just couldn’t seem to voice your thoughts.

“You’re asking questions. Does it really matter to you why I asked you here?” His gaze only grew more intense. “Why do you play this game with me? I saw you here last week, and you resisted.”

You swallowed down the urge to just lean in and kiss him and his strawberry stained lips so you could speak.

“R-resist? Resist what?”

“Me.” He said simply with a smirk before biting the strawberry down to the leafy part and tossed the rest down, yet it never landed on the floor, it disappeared mid-fall.

Despite the statement, you couldn’t see him as a man that was full of himself. Something about the way he said it and what your brain was whispering to you told you he wasn’t. Something was… off.

“Do you not like me influencing your thoughts and emotions?” He raised an eyebrow at you, “is that why you resist me?”

Your mouth floundered open and closed.

“Then by all means, have them back. You don’t play along most of the time anyway.”

And just like that, a cloud of haze had been lifted. His smirking lips no longer stained red from the fruit he had just eaten. In fact, there wasn’t even a tray on the table. You felt like you could speak, your head no longer dizzy. However, your panties were still soaked through from just looking at him.

“There’s nothing I can do about the attraction you feel however, that just comes with being what I am… or maybe my power doesn’t impact you as much as the others.”

“And what exactly… are you?” Even though you could express yourself freely now, you weren’t so sure you wanted an answer to your question. You had a feeling your mind couldn’t comprehend anything he would say, and you knew he wasn’t human.

“Would you still want me if I told you I was a beast? I’m not so sure. I know you find me alluring. Everyone does, they have no choice. But you?” He chuckled “I think you do. I think you chose to form a connection with me, you chose to return to me tonight. But even now, you struggle against my influence! Last week you were able to look away from me, despite my best efforts to draw you in…an impossible feat for mere mortals.” He brought a finger up to tap your head. “Why do you fight the thoughts I send you? Why aren’t you as pliable as the rest? Why can’t I make you fully love me when you are the prettiest human I’ve ever seen?” He almost seemed frustrated but you were too bewildered and shocked by his blunt confession to care. “It must be a curse.” He decided “you’re some kind of a… a witch!”

“A witch?” You were completely thrown off by his accusation. You almost felt like laughing, but maybe it was because your brain just couldn’t comprehend this bizarre situation.

“Give into me.” He demanded.

“I thought that I already had…” you admitted.

“How much do I affect you?” He eyed you up.

“I-I-” you stuttered nervously.

“Then maybe If I can’t make you mine with my mind, I’ll just have to make you mine with my words and actions.”

He took the step to enclose the space between you and lifted a hand to cradle your chin in his fingers. He drew his face close to yours so his lips just hovered over yours, noses brushing.

“Would you like that? Would you like me to make you mine? Not just in dreams this time, we could have each other, right here. Please say you want that- say you want me.” Although he was now begging you, you didn’t feel the haze of his control, he was letting you choose. Yet, how could you say no when the most attractive man you had ever seen was this close to you. How could you refuse him when his warm breath was ghosting over your lips, ready to kiss you the moment you said yes.

But yes wasn’t your immediate thought.

“Do you say this to all the girls?” You asked.

He pulled his face away to look at you but left his hand under your chin.

“ All the other girls don’t ask these kinds of questions, so no. Even if they did, I wouldn’t tell them they’re the prettiest girl I had ever seen, because that would have been a lie.” His lips came back in, but this time they landed on yours softly for one fleeting moment, before he pulled them back away and went to your ear. “I want to give you all the things I know you dream about me. But how can I when you refuse to surrender to me? What can I do when you fight me like this? I want you to give in and trust me, just for a moment, just long enough to show you what I can do. I promise you that you won’t regret a moment of it. Let me back into your head, my love.”

His voice was so smooth and you wanted nothing more than to hear it whispering the dirtiest actions imaginable to you. Your panties were already so wet you could feel them stick to you as you looked back at him. You had been dreaming of this moment, you truly did want to give into him and you knew it wasn’t because he had some sort of spell over you. No, it was because you were curious, you wanted to finally experience the peak of the sensations he could provide you, and you were willing to let him do what he wanted to your body and mind just so you could know. It mattered no more if he had meant what he said or how many girls he’s done this with, what mattered to you in the moment was him giving you what you craved.

“Fine… I’ll give in. Do what you want to me, manipulate my mind, I don’t care anymore.”

"No mind manipulation, I want these choices to be all yours. I want you to decide you’re mine all on your own.” He placed a kiss along your jaw and dragged his lips back to yours, but did not connect them although you were praying to whatever god you could that you could feel them against yours again.

“What do you say?” It was barely above a whisper as he moved his hands to your hips.

You decided to say the only thing on your mind, the only thing you’ve wanted since you saw him last week. It was the only thought you’ve repeated obsessively up until this point, feeling you might explode if you didn’t get it.

“Fuck me.”

You saw his small smile form in response, but it was quickly cut short as he smashed his lips hard against yours. You pressed your mouth back just as hard showing him how much you meant your words.

Your tongue entered his mouth first and his fought yours right back so wildly that your teeth clashed together, as if you were ready to devour each other.

You had never felt this level of raw primal urge before, but you loved it.

His hands ran from your hips to your thighs before running them back up and bringing the hem of your skirt along with it, revealing the top of your sexy black stockings. You had carefully selected your lingerie tonight. There was no way you could have predicted how your encounter with Hoseok would end. But you wanted to be prepared, anticipating that your dreams might have foretold the future.

His hands moved around to your ass and he gave it a squeeze before pulling away.

“Let’s hope you follow spoken orders better than mental ones. Take off the dress.” He demanded and wordlessly you followed the order and peeled the rest of your black dress off over your head, revealing to him the lacy black bra of the sexy ensemble you picked out for him.

“You dressed up.” He stated “I didn’t try to influence that choice, but it’s driving me mad.” He looked your body over. “You must be a witch…how else could you make me feel this way?”

“I’m not a witch.” You let out a little chuckle this time.

“Even if you were, I don’t know if I would care anymore. After all, I told you what I am. And you don’t seem to be curious.”

“Not sure if I still believe you.”

“Oh? Well then maybe I should demonstrate by playing with your mind a bit more.”

“Do it.” You dared.

“That’s what I like to hear, what a good girl.” He pulled out a red collar seemingly from nowhere. You felt its soft fuzziness on the inside when he and brought it to your neck and fastened the back.

You thought about asking how he was pulling objects out of thin air like that, but you already knew. You felt the haze of him in your head again the moment you granted him permission. But this time, you welcomed his presence, you wanted him in and all over you in every way possible.

“On your knees.” He demanded next.

Your knees hit the cold wood floor and you looked up at him to see him undoing the buttons on his black shirt painfully slowly before shrugging it off entirely.

He stood over you with his six pack on full display, looking down at you in only his dress pants, which now worked to contain his erection

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” He demanded and you looked at the protruding outline of his cock. “Tell me, I can’t read your mind, only play with it my dear.”

“I want your cock in my mouth.” You said squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the throbbing want between them. Your coated panties had already began to rub off onto your thighs.

“How bad do you want it?” He asked, and an image so real you could almost feel it flashed through your brain of his cock being stuffed down your throat, it was so satisfying that it made your mouth water.

You knew this was him feeding you this scene and playing with your head again, but you still didn’t mind.

“I want it so badly, I want to feel it in my throat, I want you to face fuck me.” You made eye contact with him the entire time you spoke.

“Well what are you waiting for if you want it that badly?” He asked and in the blink of an eye you had undone his belt and his dress pants, and pulled his hardened cock out.

You let your entire mouth envelop his length just like you wanted so badly to do, no holding back, no teasing.

He let out a sharp breath as his hand tangled in your hair. He gave a little practice thrust and you let out a moan at the sensation of his warm cock filling your mouth, feeling just as satisfying as you knew it would.

The second slow thrust was a bit harder, he looked down at you peering up at him as he did it.

“You want me to fuck your face huh?” He gripped your hair together and began to thrust fast and hard into your mouth. You looked up at him groaning with his head slightly thrown back. His face mid pleasure was absolutely gorgeous and it only made you more lost in him and his grunts, moans, and groans. You weren’t sure how long he had been pounding into your throat for.

"Mmm so good, I bet your wet little pussy will feel better than your face though.” He tugged at your hair still entangled in his fingers and you pulled back enough to take him from your mouth.

Once he released your hair, you almost felt broken hearted as he put himself back into his pants.

“I have a different plan for you though, love.” He held up a wide red silk ribbon. “Are you willing to trust me?”

“You wouldn’t be in my head and I wouldn’t have just had your dick in my throat if I didn’t.” You replied.

He leaned over to your knee on floor level so that he was in your face.

“You have quite the mouth, both figuratively and literally speaking… I like it. Now put your hands together behind your back.” He straightened himself back up to loom back over you, you watched him carefully and put your hands behind your back like you were told.

He snapped the fingers of the hand that wasn’t holding the ribbon and all the lights in the room went dim red, giving everything a red tinge.

“So much better.”

The ribbon in his other hand was gone now, and you felt material now on your wrists binding them tightly together.

“Now maybe we should see how much you really trust me, let’s do a test.” With that he walked over to the sofa and you swallowed hard when he took the leather whip down from the wall.

He watched your reaction carefully as he sauntered back over, running the whip through his fingers.

“Don’t turn around, darling.” He disappeared behind you “or I’ll have to find a way to punish you.”

You heard the squeak of what you could only imagine was him sitting down in a leather chair behind you. You knew instinctively that there wasn’t a leather chair behind you. But had long since noticed things seemed to be appearing and disappearing at will. Like the painting of fruits that appeared on the wall enclosed in a black frame. It seemed as though he wanted to give you something to look at since he asked you not to look at him.

You were ripped from your ponderings on what was real in the room when you felt the cool leather tip of the whip caressing the skin of your back. The winding pattern felt snake like.

“I saw you eyeing my toy on the wall the moment you walked in. Do you still trust me?”

Was he asking if you if you trusted him to refrain from using the whip on you?

“Trust you…Enough not to hurt me?” You were confused or maybe it was just the dream like haze of a hold he still had on your mind keeping you from forming coherent thoughts.

“Now why would you think I’d hurt you?” He dragged the tip of the whip over your ass. “Do you truly think I would harm you?”

“I’m not sure.” You admitted.

You heard the squeak of leather behind you and you felt your hair being moved to expose the side of your neck and shoulder.

“I would never hurt you, that’s what this test is demonstrating.” You felt his breath on your neck which triggered goosebumps to rise all over your body. “I want you to know that I only want you to feel good things, y/n, like this.”

You were startled by a familiar feeling rising in your stomach, it climbed higher and higher and within seconds you were orgasming completely untouched. It was overwhelmingly powerful and you couldn’t keep yourself from moaning as your head fell back. You were so lost in the intense high that his warm lips on your neck barely registered to you.

“That’s my girl.” He said over your panting, still coming down and in slight shock.

“Please.” You begged “please just fuck me.” You wanted nothing more in this world than to feel his beautiful cock filling your pussy just like he had your throat. You felt like he was just playing with you now. Like a cat with a caught mouse.

“Would that make you mine?” He whispered so quietly in your ear “would it make me yours?”

The haze in your mind felt heavier than it ever had. Thoughts of his fingers grazing over your skin paired with deep and powerful thrusts into you played over and over in your mind in a matter of milliseconds. At this point you would say whatever he wanted to hear if it meant you could finally experience the images he was teasing you with.

You heard the words. And though you didn’t feel yourself speak them, but it was undeniably your desperate voice begging for him.

“Please, yes, I’m yours, anything, anything you want.”

“Up, my love.” He commanded and you heard him stand behind you so you followed suit.

He led you over to the lounge, laid you down on the soft velvet surface, and stripped you of everything including your hand restraints. Everything was off except for your mask and the red collar.

You watched as he finished undressing his lower half, stomach muscles flexing and moving with every movement. You imagined what they would look like flexing as he thrust inside of you, how his now exposed cock would feel stretching you out. You let out an accidental whine making him smirk as he walked over to you, fully naked, with his body looking godlike and sinister under the red glow of the lights in the room.

“What? Can’t wait a few seconds for me?” He asked and stopped right before the sofa. His eyes scanned over your body hungrily before taking his hard cock in his hands, giving it a few languid strokes. It was hard to peel your eyes away from his slow, hypnotic movements. You squeezed your legs together and let out another wordless whimper. You could tell he liked watching you look like you needed him, and you felt like you couldn’t last another minute without him.

Luckily he crawled onto the lounge between your legs, and this excited you. But instead of him entering you or placing his hands where you needed his touch, he reached up and placed the pads of his fingers under your breasts. He slowly ran them down your stomach with a feather light touch. You couldn’t help but squirm more in anticipation.

“If you want me, you’ll fuck me. Take me.” You dared and looked up at him with fire in your eyes. You had experienced more than enough teasing tonight, he had barely even touched you yet and you were completely fed up with waiting.

In a flash he put your leg over his shoulder and reached down to guide himself to your entrance.

You both let out a moan as he pushed himself into you.

“So wet.” You heard him comment before he began thrusting, slowly at first to let you adjust to him, but in no time at all he was smashing into you.

With your cloudy mind and the intense pleasure he was no doubt feeding you, you almost felt like you were in a dreamlike state of euphoria that you never wanted to end.

When he came down over top of you, chest to chest you finally felt the feeling of being whole, but you didn’t know if that was just a feeling he was making you feel or not.

“I want you forever.” He whispered in your ear and it felt like bounced around and echoed inside of your brain. The knot of an oncoming orgasm began to slowly start winding in your lower stomach, tighter and tighter.

“Give me your body and soul and you can have mine.” You had no idea how he could be saying these things since his lips were on your neck.

You looked up at the whip somehow hung back on the wall.

The orgasm just kept building.

Your hands were in his blood red hair, his body moved on top of yours like s slithering snake, pushing into you as far and as hard as he could.

“Please love me back.”

You felt the collar around your neck tighten for a moment, making you feel even more light headed.

You came hard, clawing at him, moaning his name in a blur as your orgasm ran through you, almost seeming like too much. Your body arched of its own accord, as much as it could with him on top of you. In that moment you swore that you loved him in the midst of your high when you felt his hips stall and him release deep inside of you with grunts and moans.

And then your head stopped spinning, you wore no collar, the lights were normal again and he just… seemed like a normal man on top of you, panting, looking down at you.

But you knew for a fact now that he wasn’t, it was absolutely undeniable.

He climbed off of you and began to get dressed and you found your clothes on the floor and did the same as your brain tried to comprehend what had just taken place. You had just had the best sex of your life, with this beautiful… creature, and this creature wanted to now own you.

While the sex was great, and he was beautiful, you still refused to be owned by anyone or anything.

You waited for him to say something, and he did once you were both fully dressed.

“Did I please you? Was it enough?” He slowly walked over to you and reached for your hand. He seemed slightly surprised that you withdrew your hand.

“What are you anyway?” Your brain had suddenly wanted to know, it seemed to care now.

“A siren.” He seemed almost disappointed as he spoke.

Your brain scrambled to try to remember lore or even The Odyssey by Homer. Weren’t those the women who sang beautifully on rocks to lure sailors to their deaths? Did they have wings? Fins? You couldn’t remember and frankly it didn’t matter to you.

“Are you afraid of me? I proved to you I wouldn’t hurt you.” His eyes pleaded with you “you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. The way you can just fight my powers like that, it makes me want you more. I want you.”

You couldn’t tell if you were scared or not, but your heart was racing and you knew there was no way you’d let a creature so powerful just have you. What if he wanted to control you entirely? You didn’t know what being this thing’s girlfriend entailed and you didn’t really want to find out, you didn’t want him screwing with your mind anymore either.

“Give me your body and soul and you can have mine.” You remembered his words.

“You said you’d be mine.” His face fell into a sort of a frown as you stood there and said nothing.

“Hoseok…” you searched for the right words to say, careful to not upset him even though you had a feeling it was inevitable. You wondered if he would just let you go, he said he would never hurt you, right?

“Hoseok, I- I’m not looking for a relationship right now.” You said as you looked anywhere in the room but the man who stood directly in front of you.

“You could have me in return, a siren. We could have sex like that all the time, I could take care of you, I could-”

“I said no.” You cut off his begging with a firm, straightforward answer.

He went quiet for a moment and as he did you could feel your heart pounding in your ears.

A little voice in your head told you to run, but you ignored it just like you had been since first seeing him.

“Very well.” You were so stunned by his agreement. You looked up into his eyes, you wanted to apologize but fear raced through your body when you realized you couldn’t move. You hadn’t even noticed the fogginess of your mind again or him slipping back into it.

“If you won’t willingly give me your soul like you did your body, I suppose I’m forced to just take it then.” his eyes looked utterly sinister as your stomach dropped from his words, as if thrown off the highest building. You wanted to scream, but you simply couldn’t.

He brought his hand up to cup your jaw and came in close. For a moment you thought he would kiss you, but instead forced your mouth open and hovered his mouth over yours, lips never touching.

Your brain pleaded and screamed at your body to do something, anything at all but it was absolutely no use. You had been able to fight off his control once before, or maybe that was what he had only let you think, but there seemed to be no escaping from his powers now.

You began to feel weaker and weaker, more and more empty and your drive to fight him became less and less. He was taking something from you, whether that be your life or soul or something else entirely you didn’t know, but you felt your vision going dim as your body felt more and more exhausted by the second.

Your last thought before your vision turned black was that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you should’ve listened to your instincts, you should’ve listened to his song. The haunting words in his sweet voice with the words “I’m taking over you.” Played in your head before you slipped into nothingness.

[uglypastels]

Here’s a Tom Holland request: Tom is working on a film away from home and he is dating the reader. They facetime every night or as often as possible because they miss each other so much, and Tom eventually tries to heat things up with her over facetime and she’s down but she actually doesn’t know how to masturbate. Tom doesn’t know this and feels really bad when he gets off and she physically can’t finish and she’s embarrassed. Just an idea, I understand if you don’t want to write it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

It is 1 am. I am miserable and eating pretzel sticks in bed while trying not to burst out into tears. I certainly did not think I would be writing this at the same time, but thank you nonnie for the request. I have no idea what I’m doing but I hope you enjoy (I also realize that while writing I completely lost track of what you requested so it is a bit different. I’m sorry)

“smut” under the cut ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You just got out of the shower when your phone starts to ring. Hair still wet and only a towel around your body. Droplets of water follow you everywhere as you walk around the room. At first, you want to ignore the ringtone. Let it go to voicemail or let the person call you again when you weren’t naked.

Then your eyes fall on the actual screen of your phone. The picture of your boyfriend lit up brightly. You basically lunge yourself forward on the bed and grab it, swiping your finger across the screen to start the conversation.

“Hey babe,” Tom’s voice is filled with sleep. The light around him was dimmed. Probably only coming from a little light next to his bed. He was sitting in bed. A pillow behind his shoulders. A tired smile on his face, but a smile nonetheless. A smile you had been deprived of seeing in real life for the last few weeks. A smile you missed so badly that you dreamed about it every night.

“Hiya Tommy.” you smile back. You stay flat on your stomach. Phone in one hand as you use the other to push away the wet strands of hair from your face. One, in particular, got in your eye. You blinked a few times for the sting to go away. When you look back at the screen, you see your boyfriend staring. It was as if he was in a trance.

“Babe?” you ask worried, “What’s wrong?” Now he blinks. Twice. His eyes gain back the focus and he starts to stumble over his words.

“Uhh, nothing. Did you just get out of the shower?”

“Yeah. I got out right before you called. Why you asking?” you mindlessly play with your hair as you talked.

“So you only got that towel on?” He had to clear his throat as his sentence ended a bit croaky. You glared at him, also a bit confused. Then you see his face. His eyes slightly darker than they were moments before. His lips wet from when he had run his tongue over them just seconds ago.

“Yes, Tom. I’m naked. God, can you like, not be horny for one second.” You laugh.

“Sorry babe. I don’t think I can. I miss you too much and seeing you like that literally drives me crazy.”

“Oh does it now?” You smirk. You pull yourself up on one arm and move to the headboard of the bed to sit in the same position as Tom was in, only thousand and thousands of miles away.

“Uhum, love,” he clears his throat again. You look at him and see that suggestive glimmer in his eyes. You find yourself looking at the corner of your screen, where you see yourself. You notice that your towel had moved while you were moving around, now revealing most of your chest.

“Tom, how old are you again?” You try to pull up the towel with one hand but then hear a groan come from Tom’s side of the call.

“No, babe. Please don’t cover yourself. I miss you.” You stop as he continues. “I miss your gorgeous body. Fuck, please just drop that towel darling.” With an eye roll, you do as he asks. The smile on his face becomes brighter and wider.

“Happy?”  

“Yes, Fuck, babe. Remind me again, how did I ever got so lucky to call you mine?”

“Hmm,” you pretend to think for a moment. “I don’t know. All that charity you do must bring you some really good karma I suppose.” you laugh and he chuckles, throwing his head back just a little.

“Seriously though, seeing you like that makes me want to get on the next flight home and just-” he groans. You know pretty well where he had been going with that sentence.

“Love,” he speaks with a sudden softness. You quirk an eyebrow at him, showing him to go on. “Can you touch yourself for me?”

The question made your face heat up all the way to your ears. Your breath hitches in your throat and for a solid good ten seconds, you forget how to talk.  

“W-what?” you stutter. You had never done anything like that in front of Tom. Or, actually, ever at all. At least not properly. You just weren’t comfortable with your body that way. It had taken you a few tries with Tom until you were sure what to do with yourself but now, without him, you felt completely lost.

Tom had in the meantime scooted up in his position on the bed. The arm that had been lazily placed behind his head was now lowered. Most definitely busy untying the string of his sweatpants or pulling down his boxers.

“Please love, make yourself feel good. On my behalf.” he winks playfully.

You see his shoulder moving. You see how he bites his lip, most likely holding back a moan. The sight of your boyfriend touching himself like that, even though you didn’t actually see anything, was definitely a turn on… but your lack of knowledge about your own body threw that arousal away right at the same time.

“I can’t.” you blurted out. Tom’s whole body freezes. For a second you think that the connection messed up again. His eyes were wide open.

Then he shakes his head. “What? Why? What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Of course, that idiot thought you were sick.

“I’m fine Tom, I just- I just don’t know how…”

He was clearly confused. “What do you mean you don’t know how?” he gasps. “Love, do you not know how to touch yourself?” You just nod, too embarrassed to answer appropriately.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“For one, its embarrassing, two, I never needed to do it myself. You always make me feel so good Tommy.” That was true. Tom was amazing in bed. He somehow always knew what you needed without a single point of guidance. He just knew how to do it.

“I can’t believe my girlfriend doesn’t know how to masturbate.” Tom laughed.

“Fine, be like that. I’m hanging up.” of course you weren’t going to but the panic that jumped up on Tom was rather enjoyable.

“No, babe, please don’t. It was just a joke.”

“Yeah, it’s funny for you when you have it so easy. You barely have to do anything.”

“So have I never made you cum with my fingers?” Tom raised an eyebrow. It always stunned you how easy it was for him to talk like that. Your cheeks immediately heated up again.

“You have. But-”

“That’s exactly the same thing! It’s really not that hard babe. If I can do it, so can you”

You just sighed. That little sound being enough for Tom to understand what was going on in your head.

“I understand but know what, babe,” he was back to his soft voice, “When I get back in a week, I will teach you.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous Tom.”

“I’m not being ridiculous. When I get back, I will make sure that you know how to work those pretty fingers of yours to get you to your release in mere seconds.” He smirked. “But, before we can go all the way to the advanced classes, you got to know the basics first.” This made you a bit nervous.

“Let me tell you how to feel good kitten.”

the End 

tagging (idk why, pls ignore this): @thelazypangolin @andwhatdostarsdobest @tomhollanders2013 @dtftomholland @summernykole @nerdraging4point0  @butwhyduh

[roxannepolice]

But yah rey as a character is just so frustrating you know? Cause like, yeah sure she could be complex with a powerful arc where shes forced to come to terms with the fact she wasted years of her life on self-imposed delusions in a cathartic way, or she could be a flat piece of marketing cardboard which Disney is banking on vagina+superpowers=profit without having to go through that persnicty character flaw overcoming or the like. Because like you said, hearing shes a nobody (which ngl, her assuming she was a somebody wasn’t really ever supported in tfa, just that her family was coming back and she desperately wanted them to) is apparently the worst thing but it changes absolutely nothing, not her approach, not her demeanor , if vaguely sad is the absolute worse a character is gonna experience in a goddamn space opera then yeah, full offense ill take the l on Mary sue discourse but her character will definitely be a boring ass wash. We all make fun of whiny new hope Luke but him being a kinda nuisance to both the audience and those around him is what made is transformation into full blown Jedi knight so powerful. With Rey so far what weve got is badass perfect cinnamon roll finally get her due as such, which is clearly working for some people, but I fail to see how that isn’t spectacularly tone deaf to make a protag in this genre such. Operas about drama, not patting you on the back. Rey (assuming she remains as is) would’ve been fine as a protag s the only piece of Star Wars media we ever got was a new hope. But rn she a chosen one architype (and I know that bunch of ppl are gonna go but the series ‘but shes not the chosen one, Anakin still is, the new series isn’t trying to make her one!’ but lets not beat around the burning bush, if u got a character that walks on water and the reason why is because god said so, ur dealing with a chosen one trope and if a character is star wars is made ultrapowerful in lore breaking ways because force said so? Yeah were dealing with a chosen one.) when we had both the deconstruction and the reconstruction done. Shes a straight hero when the success of the ot rest on hitting the formula near perfect the first time. What exactly is Rey, the individual character, bringing to the table? What makes her story supposedly so important the a perfectly good ending had to be made invalid to tell it? A bunch of ppl will say heroines’ journey! But if that’s the case I gotta say, wheres all the feminine shit? Im serious, if the heroines journey is reintegrating the feminine and realizing ‘oh shit mom had a point’ there where is both the feminine skills/coping mechanism and the mom? I mean I saw some ppl arguing for leia in a ‘reys Persephone!’ meta (she isn’t, you can make a much better case for ben himself as Persephone to be quite frank, yall are focusing so much on the trees ((girl gets abducted by guy)) that u forgot the forest existed, the actually story ((girl winds up queen on the underworld, well gee whiz which character just took control of that after leaving the world of living and a grieving divine mother behind, it’s a mystery apparently) behind, it’s a mystery apparently) ((but seriously though even if we hope for dark rey does anyone assume its gonna be taking control of a dark/dead coded org at least partially at this point, do you, do you really??). but given the fact she had what, one line of screen dialogue that’s breaking ur arm with that stretch. As far as skills go I guess you could make an argument for scavenging, but if that’s the case dlf did a shit job of conveying that as female-coded. Everything about rey in tfa seems deliberately androgynous, and yeah, she had her hair let down/mascara moment, but that’s tied to her ‘failure’ on the supremacy thus something nw.SPEAKIGN OF FAILURES ON THE SUPERAMCY AND LACK THERE OF. I find it kind funny that bunch of reylo bnfs (you know who they are) are all ‘hur dur fanboys/antis are dumb and don’t get story structure.’ And then going, ‘why are yall asking how/assuming rey fucked up in throne room/climax of her story in the second portion/darkest point of her character arc? Why do you hate women/ur own ovaries so much?’ because it like walking into a prefurnished house and being told by the relator ‘HERES THE LIVING ROOM’ and having no damn couch. It’s a living room, I expect a couch here. And in a movie where it’s the low point of a character arc and they drag puppet yoda out to tell me the movie is about failure, I expect a damn failure in whats clearly the climax of the characters arc for this movie. As it stands now there are three possibilities imo. 1st, rey had no failure, she is the pure badass maid o light ppl want and every inch the boring cardboard she is accused of by fanbros, remains static, and is relegated to an also ran to benlo taking the most compelling character trophy this trilogy in 10 yrs2nd possibility and the one im hoping for, failure speech wasn’t just thematic explanation but also foreshadowing, rey fucks up big and dramatic in a way that makes her manage to stand out as unique with both her contemporaries and her predecessors(last part, if its ever to much lemme know pls im sorry i just gotta get it out) 3rd and most likely possibility, rey isn’t the main character, benlo is and that’s why his failure both moral in the throne room and logistic on criat take center stage for the last third or so of the movie. Rey is merely a pov character to tell the dramatic villain protag story they wanted and have their very marketable unproblematic Disney heroine cake too.

Ok, so this discourse kinda died down by now, but thanks to that it’s possible to maybe have a calmer look at it I’m totally not trying to justify my late response.

Anyway, the good result is that quite recently my brother, who’s not overly taken with Rey - or the sequels in general, for that matter - said something which really stuck with me as a possible crux of the problem: 

She’s neither comical nor tragical. Just bland. 

This neither comical nor tragical really struck me. And the more I though about it, the more it was appearing to me that this qualm really applies to the sequels as a whole. The thing is that DLF are essentially telling a straightforward story that they’re trying to make captivatingly convoluted. And not just make, but keep this appearance over four years. And this is... a narrative teeth crasher. Like, when you’re honest about the endgame (in the context of the most structural meanings of comedy and tragedy), you can maintain a decorum, though you can also play with it, of course, whereas when you don’t want to be honest about the endgame, you end up mixing the styles somewhat messily. You can’t break or discuss with the rules without acknowledging them, so to speak. Because the originals were honest about the happy/hopeful endgame (the first episode is title A New Hope ffs), they could allow themselves deeply tragic moments like Larses’ deaths, Han getting frozen, destruction of Alderaan, etc. Because the prequels were open about being a tragedy, they could allow themselves lighthearted comic relief for the sake of lighthearted comic relief. 

The sequels... badly want us to consider the possibility of FO winning and Ben dying unredeemed while simultaneously insisting we root for those things not happening, while appearing conscious we’re definitely not buying the former and the latter only somewhat. And it’s tiresome. Dishonest. And indeed, bland. If the story is a tragedy it will be a bloodcurdlingly real one, if it’s a comedy it will be a borderline grotesque one. 

But yeah, returning to Rey, I guess as the main character she’s a lens which focuses the above problems. A very bitter tragedy of what her parents did t her prevents her from being comfortably comical whereas whoohooos I like thats and prancing like a husky on red bull over idols and visions because it’s for children so it must be hopeful prevents her from being intriguingly tragical. So I guess the intentioned effect was tragicomism but, from pov of an engaged casual fan that is my bro, it’s neither. 

As far as Rey’s heroine’s journey lacking some of the usual elements, I blame it on Disney being... a bit too ambitious, maybe. I think they tried to make a heroine’s journey that isn’t ostentaciously seeped in traditional feminine/masculine traits, maintains the structure without what could be called accidentals. On the one hand, I would point out that hero’s journey has pretty much desexualised itself over time, we are rather accustomed to “shero’s” journeys, but on the other... maybe Disney set out on a too novel a territory and may crack their teeth on it, alongside trying to out-Vader Vader at redemption. To elucidate, “toxic femininity” in which a heroine is supposed to find herself in the beginning of her journey, in Rey’s case is uprooted from any of our usual concepts of feminine-masculine social roles (it’s space, duh). My interpretation is that Rey’s version of toxic femininity kind of exists in contrast with Kylo Ben’s version of toxic masculinity - and since the apparent focus of the story is the attitude towards the past/parent figures, toxic femininity would mean her clutching onto the past. Which is why I predict that some act of IX will find Rey inebriated with apparent success in masculine world, meaning she’ll be the one rejecting the old gods this time - and I would point out that panel in Poe comic where she shows herself more sceptical towards idolisation of past don’t mind me, I’m just expressingmy trash dreams for a proper sith lady Rey.

Then again, Rian Johnson said she already found perfect balance between Luke’s clinginess and Kylo’s rejection of the past, so... idk, maybe I’m giving DLF too much credit again.

As for the Persephone thing, I guess the rub is that this reylo reading focuses less on the traditional reading of the myth (where Demeter is the actual main character and Kore is a Princess Peach MacGuffin) and more of an interpretation of it as one of the eldest (at least in Europe) versions of story depicting a transition of a girl into a woman, making Persephone more of a protagonist. 

Like, y’know, this Persephone (D. G. Rosetti, source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proserpine_(Rossetti_painting))

I’m no expert, but myths can lose their original meanings because of power relations (anyone still remember about Dionysus, the god associated with excessive drinking, going through a very Christ-like death and resurrection?) and I think it’s possible that this is the case with the story of Persephone becoming a pre-scientific explanation of seasons changing over the year. So teah, that’s how I always understood the Persephone theme regarding Rey.

But yes, I must agree that I’m confused about Disney’s handling of the mother figure, which... Look, SW became a legend of a modern myth because of how epically Lucas handled the hero dealing with his very explicit father. So yes, I don’t understand what exactly is their game with Rey Nobody from Nowhere in this regard. It’s one thing that they had a cool idea with giving her no lineage, another that parent figures are an essential element of archetypal journeys and from symbolic viewpoint the case of a female character the biological relationship is even more crucial than in male’s. And I swear to all the ewoks and porgs in the galaxy, I do hope Disney’s idea of Rey healing the mother/daughter divide isn’t through her healing the divide between Leia and Ben. Again, this isn’t the idealistic sphere. Just... no. 

Anyway, I still maintain hope (this whole meta blog is built on hope) that Rey will indeed turn out to have a proper personal mistake which will make her stand out in the saga. I do have to admit, though, that I find your last theory very likely. I mean, even when I read all the reylo metas going oh, Rey is going to have such an exciting arc in IX, she has so much to deal with though of course it’s not going to compromise her morally, it will be sooo exciting, I just... f*ck’s sake, what you’re describing isn’t a dramatic character only a dramatised role model. It’s great if that’s your thing, but don’t claim it is space opera-worthy, in operas people drown themselves because of cursed sailors, kill over a break up, decapitate over a bad dream and get dragged to hell over a dinner, not persuade their fallen lovers to change their ways, let alone patienly wait for them the understand the error of their ways (and if they do it’s doomed to end in someone dying).

[bubblesthemonsterartist]

17 with obiyuki pls!

Promptsare currently closed while I catch up. I will announce when I am open! :)

17. Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys

Content warning: Involuntary intoxication, dubiousconsent, and lots of kissing. Also, lime!

The brain is a brilliant, amazing, and terrifyingthing, filled with synapsis that connect and fire, who’s entire purpose it to bring to the forefrontof your mind the most… trivial of details when you need it the least andteasingly withholding the most important of facts of a mystery when you need them the most.

Never is that more apparent than when she is at herstupidest. Never is that more real than in the seconds before she most surelywill die.

Not that she’s an expert. Or anything.

—–

There’s the lift, the weightlessness, the fall. Thesquawk of outrage just as stone gives way to nothing, gravity giving way toreality as the earth comes closer. Closer still-

Grandpa, she squealed, her laughter floating with her as sheleft the safety of his hands. There’s the blue of the Tanbarunian sky, thepattern of her skirt – pink stripes and lemon yellow – as the wind catches, theway the leaves rustled in the apple tree above. Grandpa, catch me!

He’s not here. Not anymore. No one is here to catchher. Not from this height-

And the water swallows her up, just like it swallowedup the smooth green stone that meant life, that meant justice for Kihal andPopo and all the others, and Shirayuki sinks. Down and down and down- deeperthan she ever has before- touching bottom before kicking herself back to thesurface-

“Miss!”

Grandpa wasn’t there to catch her anymore. But he at least sent someone to fall with her.

~ ~ ~

“It’s beautiful,” she sighs, wistful, as the planes ofLaxdo disappear behind them. It’s not that Tanbarun didn’t have snow, but itfell so far away. While the city might occasionally dust with frost, theclosest she had ever been to real, actual snow was- was books. Illustrations inthe storybooks of her childhood, and then, later, in thick dusty tomesillustrating the first flowers breaking through mountain snowpack in theSpring. “It’s a shame we have to leave so soon.”

She’s never known a snort to be kind, so she returns the gesture with a glare. “Youdisagree, I take it?”

The cut of his mouth as he grabs hold of her arm issharp and secretive. “Oh Miss,” he drawls, pulling her astride his horse. “Iwould be happy never seeing a single flake of snow again.”

It would be a shame to see him buried under it.

There’s little warning but the tremble of earth, theway the fat little puffs that had been chirping so happily in the trees above suddenly flee with a panicked song, but she catches it before he does. The roll of snow, first alittle, then a lot-

It’s dangerous!

And all she can think – all that she knows – is thathe could be hurt. That the snow would take him under, tumble him beneath it,knock him out cold and then- then she would be alone. Out here. Digging withgloved hands until they were soaked through and she could no longer feel herfingers, searching for him and searching some more and never- never finding himbecause it had taken him so far beneath it.

So she- she just-

Pushes.

“I could’ve avoiding that on my own, Miss!”

For once, she’s not the one that has to be rescued.

~ ~ ~

It’sdangerous. Zen says quietly,bending in close while Izana looks on. Her heart jerks uncomfortably, skintightening in anticipation and eyes darting from Zen’s lips to the King’s eyes. Viande is the city of spies.

The tilt of the Kings mouth is strange, the light inhis eyes even more so when he adds, Canals, Zen. It’s the city of canals.

Would that she listened to the both.

——

Well, aside from present company, she supposes she’s a betterexpert than most.

Breath stings her throat, heart pounding behind hereyes, she runs as fast as Obi’s weight will allow. The alleyway behind them is as dark as the alleyway before them, littlepinpricks of candles illuminating the faces of the gods that watch so passivelyas they dart past. Would that they reach out, that they point the way tosafety or where she might get Obi help, but they just… look on. And she doesnot linger. 

Above them, the stars are blotted out, the windows onthe second and third stories shuttered tight, and the pitch makes thesecobblestoned streets more treacherous than normal. Slick with rain, she slideson them, catching herself against walls but never – not once – letting go ofhis hand. The shadows almost stole him from her once. She was not going togive them a second chance.

It’s only because she’s paying attention, that she’sleft to dully wonder how, stoned out of his mind, he’s able to move more silentlythan her, that she catches the clap of her shoes turn dull. They thud againstwood for one step, two, before she sees the shine of a buoy on dark water.

Skidding to a stop, she hovers just at the edge of thedock, her terrified reflection staring back at her, before a solid mass ofmuscle and bone slams into her from behind. Her skirts fly over the dark water,reflection coming closer and a scream caught in her throat when an arm latchesaround her middle so hard that she knows she’ll bruise.

Obi leans back, bringing her with him, and they bothland on their seats with a groan.

“Miss,” he slurs, his heart pounding against her spine. “Be careful.”

Boots beat a drum on cobblestones, echoing off the narrowalleyways, and she doesn’t have time to panic. Eyes adjusting to the barelights of the canal, she takes in the long shapes of the gondolas thuddinggently against the dock. Their bodies, so shiny and clever in the light, are nothing but shallow shadows in the dark. But they are covered well enough with long bolts offabric. Maybe enough to hide a body or two.

Turning, Shirayuki wraps her arms around Obi, hooking herlegs around his waist and rolls. Obiis all limb, and it’s like pulling taffy, hard at first but then his musclesstretch, resist, and then go lax at all once, letting her bend them to herwill. They land with a dull thud in the bottom of the boat.

He’s entirely unhelpful, giggling madly on top of her.

“Shh,” he holds his fingers over his lips, like sheisn’t the quietest one among them for once. He sounds positively gleeful whenhe adds, “They’re going to kill us.And if they don’t, Master will. Maybe His Majesty, too. Can you be killed threetimes?”

Right. Still no help from this quarter. 

Groaning, she pushesat his shoulders and he goes easily, legs tangling impossibly in the fabricthat was supposed to be their hiding spot. So that plan is out. Scrambling uphim, Shirayuki stretches over the edge of the boat, fingers pinching hopelesslyaround the knot tethering the boat. This really- it’s Obi’s forte, but shetries. Even with Obi groaning beneath her, steadying her thighs with his facepressed into her belly, she tries. But they’re shaking too badly.

A passing wave sneaks under their little ship andShirayuki sways with it, landing a yelp on Obi’s lap.

“What was that?”

The sound of a strange man should send her into a panic. But she does’t have time and- and Obi’s face is- very close. Eyes wide, pupils blown wideand mouth parted, with his heart pounding a rapid rhythm beneath her palm, she- she shakes herself, grabbing hold of those stupid leatherstraps of his and using them to haul his body where she needs him. Propping him in thecorner, his head falls back with a soft groan.

“Miss,” he breathes, grasping at her hips as she liftsherself to see. “Miss, get down.”

There are shapes moving in the dark. Unfriendlyshapes, heading straight towards them.

Drawing her lip between her teeth, she looks againtowards the brackish water that shimmers with buoy light and mist, that swaysthe boat, then back down at the man who is bracketed between her thighs. He’stoo broad, and she’s too heavily dressed. Even if she had time to strip down toher chemise, she’s never been that good of a swimmer-

“Miss,” he breathes again. Her eyes focus on him, andonly now she notices the way his chest heaves beneath hers, and her mind startspiecing together symptoms.

Elevated resting heart rate, dilated pupils, rapidbreathing-

They must have slipped him an accelerant. In hisdrink. In his food. Maybe even a contact drug to the skin-

Obi’s tongue flicks his lower lip and her breathcatches. This is- is not a good time to be thinking about something like this.

“Come here,” he pants.

“Obi?” she mutters, confused, when his hand finds theback of her head, urging her down.

At the touch of warm skin to her lips, her hands splayout in surprise and- Oh. Oh. 

He wants- he’s trying to- Wait, now?!

Obi pats her frozen arm once and, oh- she gets it now. Bothher arms wrap slide around his neck, anchoring him to her and his hand dropsdown to flex at her thigh. It’s- it’s nice, more than a little bit, and Obi’s lips are far softer than she imagined that they might be. So she tiltsher head, opening her mouth to deepen the kiss a little more. And it’s just apress, a flick, really, of her tongue to his lower lip, but Obi bleats like adying sheep, stiffening in her arms.

“Shh, shhh,” she whispers against him, tightening her holdon him and smoothing one hand through his hair. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.Just- pretend? For a moment?”

Air shutters out of him, whining in her arms, and thenhe drags her down onto his lap. Already her thighs had framed his, but now her skirtsruck up to her hips, baring the line of her stockings to cool air and mist, andit’s- it’s thrilling and a little dangerous, so she draws his lower lip betweenher teeth and bites. Gently bites. But it draws such a sound from him-

Obi’s always been a good actor, but he’s doing a far better job at pretending than shethought he could.

Both his hands splay over her ass, and she whimpersinto his mouth when he drags her forward, until she’s flush against-

Oh. Oh!

Right. There must be… some aphrodisiatic element to whateverdrug they slipped him.

Gasping into his mouth, she shifts, proud of the groanit draws from him. It makes him wilder, more unhinged, his hands no longercareful but demanding, meeting her tongue with his and sliding it across theroof of her mouth.

Another wave rocks the gondola, pressing him to her,and she squirms in his lap, opening up even further to him. Each surge presseshim to her in new and better ways. Some are nearly too much, others areperfect, sharp bursts of pleasure, and yet others are so faint that itleaves her hips chasing his.

His hands drag away from her ass, tangling with thepins in her hair, pulling strands tight and she- god help her- she moans, driving down, again and again, pleasuring her bodywith his. Obi’s mouth drops from hers, instead landing open and wet against hercollarbone. Little breathy whimpers fan across her chest, his fingers touchingevery bit of exposed skin he can find. When his tongue finds her neck, lipswrapping around flesh and sucking, herhead falls back to her shoulders, and she cries out-

“Hey!”

Shirayuki starts, and would have fallen from his lapwere he not holding tight to her spread thighs, had his mouth not teased theshoulder of her gown to fall enough to expose her left breast. His mouth isstill there and she opens hers to- to yell. To scream. To say somethingthat would distract them, but then he draws her nipple between his teeth andall that comes out is a tortured groan.

Laughter drifts across the water, and she wish she hadit in her to scold him.

“Better quiet your Miss,” one of the shadows jeers. “Gondolierscharge extra if they catch you.”

She might die. She might simply die, but Obi justraised one hand in a wobbly thumbs up, mouth not leaving her skin for even asecond, and she tips to the side, onto her back with his legs spread indecentlywide around Obi’s hips. The way pleasure jolts through her when he lands on topof her is really- it’s not fair.

But whatever Obi was planning, it seems to work. Itearns them some whistles, some more laughter, and an older voice saying, “Comeon, boys. We’re not gonna finish this job by catching a show.”

They lay there, hearts pounding, breath ragged, as footsteps slowly fade away. Obi’s breath is damp and hot against her skinbut he’s- he’s not doing anything but panting anymore. It takes a momentto realize that her fingers have tangled in his hair, that her breasts arecold, but she- she aches all the waythrough to her toes, and she wishes she had a way to say keep going. She wishesshe had a way to say stop.

Obi draws back from her, his grin a shaky thing as helooks down on her.

“Always trouble, Miss,” he laughs, voice high, before hiseyes roll back in his head and he promptly faints.

[littlecafe]

my suband thoughts pt. 2

(me trying to make this post for the 3rd time now) i realized i wrote like a 10 page dissertation instead and i refuse to post all that so i’m just going to copy over a few and keep the rest in drafts for when i want to reference them later

i will include results and elimination spoilers in this post so if you want to avoid those then don’t read this one...i try to keep things spoiler free but i just. have things to say about the results specific to round 2 :-)

jtbc finally striking down accounts on twitter and instagram for posting suband content....i think tumblr is safe bc this website is dead so i’ll continue posting i guess??? they haven’t done anything to that one youtube that’s been posting all the performance videos too so who knows

should i start with more contestant based random thoughts first

i was scammed by jtbc teaser editor bc they used a clip of jeongho “singing” into the mic in their preview and i waited 2 whole episodes (his team performed last in round 2) for me to find out it was a autotuned mic and a vocoder HELP MEEEE SAKJFDSKF at that point literally i could only laugh 

but he plays contrabass? he actually majored in contrabass? or maybe that was his old major, he’s still in school atm since wonsang said they go to the same one but he had educational training on it which is really cool

wait a minute......now that i think about it, that same teaser clip also spoiled the result of yeji winning bc they showed us that she was sitting in the waiting room during eliminations even though they haven’t performed yet (which means we knew her team won AND they already showed us all the matchups before so we also knew who she beat) WHO WAS EDITING THIS LMAO and it wasn’t even a accidental leak like she was sitting in the background, it was literally her reaction as the main focus and everything omg

hwang inkyu hello??? he’s movning’s bassist and he has a combined total of maybe 3 lines of airtime so far i wish he’d speak more bc i was so scared he’d get his ass kicked off the show bc he wouldn’t have been able to make a lasting impression but thank god hwanglin picked him up and seems like he’s going to be moving on with his team in the next round too (good for them the stage was so good i wanted to post it but haven’t yet..)

i used to really like movning’s music but their music direction went into a style i don’t listen to much so i haven’t checked into them recently, tbh i didn’t even know they auditioned until i looked at the full list of contestants later because their stage was cut out and only inkyu made it in

park dawool and hwang hyunjo both have galaxy brains and i would trust them with my life - yea i will not elaborate much because this post is already long even after i shortened it bc i talk too much but hyunjo making entire ppt slides? to present her theories and ideas? yea she’s absolutely ready for everything, for real she’s carrying her teams to victory

leenzy’s 2nd round team was so strong that i thought she got to pick really early (since they showed us all the team formations before airing the actual performances with the behinds for pickings and stuff) but she was actually the 2nd to last pair?? so all that’s left is her > the guy she chose to be her opponent, and then the poor guy that gets to pick from the remaining 6 or so and the final team of the ones unchosen

i was really shocked to find out no one wanted nakyung and ahkyung when i thought they were some of the best :-( i really still can’t tell if the mixing of male and female was a good idea esp since it was so skewed male in the first place ugh in round 2 it seems like the girls are getting shafted???

out of the 6 girls (that can be picked since 3 are frontmen!), 3 of them were not picked up until basically the very end when you don’t really have many choices left...nakyung (guitar), ahkyung (drums), and sujin (vocals)...and they’re all really good?? sujin ended up on the second to last team (basically the last team if we’re being honest since the actual last team is sadly the band of leftovers) and i just don’t understand why they weren’t picked up earlier...i can understand sometimes vocalists can get shafted because the show starts out with a loooot of vocalists so it’s hard to find a place for all of them but guitar? drums? u can definitely pick them...there’s literally only 7 or so drummers to begin with and one has been glued to crackshot the entire time

before the season started i was already terrified that the girls might get shafted because jtbc didn’t want girls auditioning in the first place but it was fine in the first round but now the second round made me think about that again.....it’s worse when they spin the whole “yes!! all girl band!! girl power!!!” when the reality was they weren’t picked up this whole time. annoying.

but this blame has to be shouldered by jtbc bc they wanted to keep it all boys but bc of public reactions (rightfully so) they decided to let female contestants audition but then it turned out that they barely pass any female contestants so it’s still terrible?!! i’ll just write this up that teams are still trying to figure themselves out and work with different people for now....maybe i’m just worried for nothing

not to absolutely curse myself but i think most of my favorites might make it at least to round 4 and i feel like a decent amount will make it to semis so haha /knock on wood but i really hope this stays true...i just need nokdu to continue taking care of hyunsang and make city pop bops together because the judges seem to like that so far

i’m just worried about demian....the judges keep saying he’s improved so much but why do i feel like they will cut him as soon as they need to eliminate more people.....i’m not as worried about round 3 (unless his team falls on their face) but round 4 is where i’m really scared...it’s the last round before the real deal and in season 1 the round 4 eliminations hurt so bad...they cut like 9 people or something

i mean he has his own career as a soloist so he doesn’t need a band like some of the other contestants but i think he really enjoys being in a team with others, honestly i don’t even know if his company would allow for him to be in a side band? even if he were to make it? like mone made it but all their members had solo careers and with the rose and woosung having problems it must be way they just decided to stop after the show unlike the other semis teams purple rain, lucy (they did have a vocalist change since joohyuk stayed with his current band gift), aftermoon (but i guess their dj dropped out i don’t know what happend with dpole??), and of course the winners hoppipolla all continued making music together under the same name

honestly if he makes it past the judges i don’t even know if the public would vote for him, atm his popularity with the public seems nonexistent? lol but to be fair, for most contestants it’s like that, but i do wish he’d become more popular

actually should i be more worried for haeun...she plays classic guitar and usually they don’t like classic leaning instruments but she showed she can sing so i hope she gets to stay

there’s danny too but i think i have given up on him making it until the end, the only way is if he manages to stay on teams that win so he’ll never be up for elimination but i feel like they’re out to get him TT_TT

but i’ve condensed my solid favorites to just demian, yeji, haeun, and jeongho...maybe i’ll pick a 5th eventually but i still like everyone i put in my first post! i really want hyunsang to make it far though bc the vibraphone brings me so much joy so he can be honorary 5th for now

about eliminations though, right now the judges have eliminated less than last season which is odd for jtbc because i feel they keep to their formats almost exactly so now i’m just ?????? if there’s still more people currently....what is going to happen? are they going to make the judges cut more during rounds 3 and 4? or they trying to equalize the semifinals teams since last year some teams had 4 people while others had 5? are they going to do the unthinkable and give us more rounds or semifinal teams? (i wish) anyways kinda scared to see what round 3 eliminations bring now...

the actual eliminations have been mostly as expected for me, still sad but i guess since i sensed it coming it became more a feeling of like “it couldn’t be helped” and also early eliminations hurt less in general because you had less time to get to know the contestants which is why i’d rather they just eliminate now than later if they were going to do it anyways like pls spare me the pain (but this is selfish and contestants probably want to stay as long as possible)

one surprising one was ludi??? he’s a dj but he’s literally done nothing wrong so far i was just wtf??!! when they eliminated him like it felt out of nowhere.....i feel like djs have so much potential on this show because of all the sounds they have access too but i guess the judges aren’t found of edm noise

also demian nation we rise at dawn, when he said “i’m not okay” like- this song really meant a lot to him too i hate thisssss

PLS I JUST WANT HIM TO WIN ONCE SO BADLY but next time, thanks to kfans detective work on the teaser, it looks like junseo (the smol piano child) picked him and jeongho to be on his team (maybe there’s a 4th member too??) and i am putting my faith into that team now pls help my winless boys

the fact that jeongho is winless is almost funny to me because it’s also obvious he’s a judges favorite but i mean that doesn’t translate to wins just i’m pretty sure he’ll make it to the end regardless (like bohoon the vocalist of purple rain lost all 3 /technically all 4/ rounds and still made it), he plays bass and no bassist has ever been eliminated on the show yet so cheers to that

round 4 was special since they switched over to a number format and no band versus band i don’t remember if the team with the top points were immune to elimination or not (or maybe just an unwritten rule bc why the heck would you do that to them after giving them the best score) but the rest of the teams were fair game - which is exactly why this elimination round is the scariest and not good for my heart especially after i had spent weeks watching them sing and have fun..........

ok now to complain about the judges AGAIN: why are the judges thoughts on what they want in a band so damn similar anyway?

i mentioned this in my first post already about how i dislike the judging atmosphere

but now i actually see it...in the numbers...like s1 there was a bit more taste diversity within the judges but now i feel like i’m seeing a lot of 4:1 or 5:0 scores so i went to see the breakdown out of the 15 stages we had so far

5:0 score - 6

4:1 score - 7

3:2 score - 2

compared to s1 (out of 14 only because they edited out one pair of battles completely so we never knew their score...)

5:0 score - 2

4:1 score - 6

3:2 score - 6

looking at that...it makes me feel sad....especially in the early 2 rounds it must be demoralizing to keep getting met with 5:0 loss and to be very honest and in s1 the number of 5:0 did increase in round 3 but that was when more teams started to figure themselves out so it makes sense that some would start pulling ahead

i’m really tired of listening to the judges agreeing with each other all the time, it makes it seem like the vision they have for the band was already set from day 1 unlike in s1 where everyone went in with no expectations because it was a brand new program, zero expectations, zero fans, just some kids wanting to make music and that’s what it should be like....music shouldn’t be limiting like this, the judges seem a little closed minded and now i’m 100% sure they have certain band styles in mind (i don’t know if it’s the judges only or if it’s jtbc producers too that’s causing this)

and i see other ifans saying this exact same thing on twitter now too so it’s not just me that picked up on this so safe to say we can’t all be extremely sensitive right

like the contradictory comments -

dongheon’s 2nd round team was told their original song was great and lovely but they brought nothing new to the table and that it was too standard, “just like any other rock/rock ballad song” when i thought the leenzy’s team (the one they went up against) also had a pretty standard? pop rock song? absolutely nothing wrong with it either, even the judges said that the song was not complicated at all but complimented them on their “band feel” so i guess as long as they enjoyed the vibe of the team and it suited the type of band style they have in mind it’s suddenly fine to make a simple song

i’m not saying her song was worse than his (i enjoyed both and seeing original songs performed make me very happy), i’m just a little confused at the judges comments for them both especially when one performed after the other, you really don’t see the bias in your words?

dawool was told his song composition in the first stage was a little too...nuanced(?) and that they wish he could just keep thing simpler even though he thought he toned down already and kept things simple, so round 2 he decided to just work with someone that makes mainstream music (davii) to fulfil what the judges want

seulong’s 2nd round team decided to go heavier on the instrumental side because they figured they didn’t want to go head to head with one of the favorite vocalists of the show (sorry yeji, ur my queen but ur also the judges’ queen too :---( ) but got criticized for a similar reason...yoo heeyeol saying that their composition was “fun for the brain” but if he were thinking about the general public he doesn’t think they would like this type of music, literally saying that the general public do not have the music knowledge or brain capacity to understand all the skill based playing going on musically and so won’t enjoy it because it wouldn’t appeal to their hearts................(ok sure call us dumb it’s true but won’t appeal to our hearts? music can sound intricate and fun? we can enjoy some funky strings guitar riffs without actually knowing all the details ya know)

they also kept telling them (seulong’s team) “oh i loved this” “i wish there was a band like this” “very cool” and gave them no votes??? if you wish a band like this exist then why? would? you? not? vote? for them??? like i can’t tell if those were consolation comments or what 

man judges rant ended up being long asf and i’m usually not affected by them and what they say but i was already feeling an odd vibe from the beginning and now seeing 5:0 after 5:0 after 5:0 really did it for me

overall, a not very fun post to read through it’s just more ranting than anything....i’m dying for a big pop off performance so i can successfully gauge the public opinion so far but i’ll refrain from posting my guess until at least the end of round 3, also i believe the team vibe usually outweighs solo popularity but we don’t know any teams yet (at least i can’t guess anyone yet like i could in s1) so we will still have to see!!

i’m pretty sure only i would look and read through these long ass posts of mine lol but if anyone makes it this far i hope you enjoy my crazy ramblings and see you in my suband thoughts pt.3 

[franeridart]

I hadn't considered the possibility of tododeku before but now I am and I'm back in shipping heaven/hell

OhhhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHH my friend I’m gonna assume you’re not reading the manga!!! If that’s how you feel about tododeku you’re gonna enjoy the next anime season a lot °O°

Anon said:One of my favorite things about your bnha fusion AU, is how much diversity in quirks all of Kirishima's fusions have. I mean, you got earthquakes with Deku, melting into acid with Mina, electric armor with Denki, its so cool!! And I bet Kirishima is pretty happy about that, considering how he thinks his quirk is not something special (but it is, Kiri, don't sell yourself short)

!!!!!! honestly playing around with Kirishima fusions is the nicest thing because he’s got such a versatile quirk to fuse - when you compare it to Bakugou his fusions’ quirks are a lot more challenging to come up with but definitely more interesting... then again that’s just my interpretation of it, I feel like because Kiri doesn’t keep his quirk in high regards the process of mixing it with another quirk would go more smoothly, because he’d wish to blend it more?

In opposition to that you got people like Bakugou or Todoroki who know that their quirk is strong and like it and people around them know too, so the fusion end up accomodating their quirks a lot? Does that make sense? Though that’s just how I’m making this work in the AU haha

Anon said: Did you hear that there's going to be a kiribaku week? its in April.

I have! I still haven’t decided if I’ll participate in it or nah though, for a bunch of reasons I’ve talked about here already - but mostly because I already had other plans for Bakugou’s birthday tbh, I love him and his various relationships too much to dedicate that whole period to just one of them

Anon said: Ahhh you have a hq fairy au???? Why didn't I know about this??!!! Can I get a link to all the posts for it pls!

Woops, sorry anon but I don’t have anything like that! It’s more of a fantasy AU I guess but till yesterday it was only the pic I have as header - I felt like making a fairy Teru and the two new pics happened, but that’s about it for now~

Anon said:I love giant/tiny scenarios you don't know what you're doing to my heart

I hope it’s only good things!!! *O*

Anon said:I'm just in love with like every one of your AUs and everything you draw thank you you're a goddess

THANK YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m glad you like them!!!!! *O*

Anon said: Question- favorite ship for Tsukishima?

WHAT A HARD QUESTION is possibly a tie between every possible ship with the other Karasuno first years, but Tsukki is one of those characters I just ship around a lot so I don’t have a proper answer for this, sadly

Anon said: We seriously just need a Bokuroo au

Heck don’t I know, would be nice to have something to read for that ship that is solely about that ship now and again, wouldn’t it

I’m not gonna be the one to make it, though, not now. I’m into too much stuff right now to dedicate that much time and focus to a single ship

Anon said: I got my heart broken so badly after years of struggling in a really bad relationship and when I stumbled upon your comics (esp your bokuroo/bokuteru ones) I finally FINALLY started to realize how messed up it was and how real love is supposed to be and now I'm so excited to find love again. Your art helped to heal me in a way I don't think I could have done on my own so from the bottom of my heart THANK YOU your art is incredible please never stop sharing yourself with the world youre amazing

This is SUCH a good thing to hear, oh my god!! I’m really glad I could help you like that? I hope you’ll only have the best relationships in your life from now on, anon, you really deserve all the love and happiness!

Anon said:If they made you choose one couple in bnha to be canon that's not an ot3, which couple would you choose??

...well, if you’re asking me which is my fave pair in bnha then it’s definitely Kiri and Baku, but whether I want it canon or not is kind of a different question... it really depends on how Horikoshi would end up writing it, and since I’m not exactly a fan of how he’s going about Uraraka and Izuku I’m not sure I wanna put my otp’s romantic development in his hands

Then again, in an ideal world it’d be the two of them. I really want Bakugou’s happiness and I’m 100% convinced he’d be the happiest with Kirishima, after all

Anon said: Have you ever thought about the haikyuu boys having quirks?

Yeah, but never too seriously - I tend to think about AUs for every one of my fandoms using every one of the other fandoms I’m in, which means I’ve at least entertained every possibility at least once! Also me and my sis talk about a lot of this kind of stuff, so that one happened too for sure haha I don’t really have anything concrete, though