#connect N

[choi-yujin-folder]

[241022] Yujin [TIPI-TAP]

Source: https://x.com/official_kep1er/status/1848380732701598195

[kep1er-net]

official_kep1er: Kep1er l Concept Photo Connect N - YUJIN Kep1er The 6th Mini Album <TIPI-TAP> 2024.11.01 FRI 1PM (KST) 2024.11.01 FRI 0AM (ET)

[jaredthebc2]

Do you ever think about how almost all of N’s Pokémon throughout the first games were one offs he released after he battled you, how he cared about them all deeply enough that he thought it would be selfish to have them battle more than necessary. And do you ever think about how this is the case with all his Pokémon EXCEPT his Klinklang in the final battle at the league, where the second to last battle he had a Klink and this Klinklang is very likely that same Pokémon? Do you think this was a visual representation of his mindset wavering from a fixed point? How that Klink refused to leave him right away and he couldn’t bring himself to force them to leave because his mind is in so many different directions? He can keep them around just a little longer until he becomes champion, it won’t be long, he can bend things some so long as he doesn’t fully stray from his path…right?

Or is that just me am I the only one willing to be insane about Klinklang of all Pokémon

[iliothermia]

'Your children will be as abundant as the stars'

Stars, like seeds, are abundant.. But there is also the isolating distance between them as they've spread. It can be lonely but hope you feel safe and loved and there's beauty in the homes we've made all over.

[chrliekclly]

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it’s been 6 years exactly nd i apologize for everything about this

[tw: implied csa]

[consultingfujoshi]

I'm starting to think that maybe outie irving sees his innie in a similar way that helena does, ie. a tool he can use to further his own ends. he's clearly got a plan, and he chose to become severed to advance that plan somehow. is he going to be shocked or even angry to find out his innie has spent the last 3 years worshipping the company he's been trying to infiltrate from the outside? he literally created his innie for the purpose of bringing down lumon, and you're telling him he's actually the MDR hall monitor and lumon's biggest cheerleader?? will he freak out if he finds out he's been down there falling in love and getting his heart broken and wanting to LEAVE because of it instead of trying to find the testing floor hallway? innie irv's reaction to breaking out is like the total opposite of what his outie would have wanted if you ask me based on how he immediately goes to tell whoever he's working with that his innie got the "message" (saw the paintings) and that probably means to expect forward movement in whatever their plans are, and instead of pursuing it innie irv wants to leave the severed floor forever. what would outie irv's reaction be if dylan had let him walk out into that stairwell. would he have walked right back in like helena did on her first day?

[wisteriasymphony]

every time a tumblr post mlb rewrite mentions the fact that they're taking out marinette's 'obsessive stalker' characteristics an angel gets run over by a steamroller and fucking dies

[moldieecheese]

im almost like five days late but

HAPPY FOURTH ANNIVERSARY PERSEVERANCE ‼️💜

new and improved pointing meme >:]

and one of my favorite scenes from the latest chapter <3

Read Perseverance by the lovely @pastelaspirations on a03 NEOW 🫵🏽

[merakiui]

I headcanon Georgina is head of the Leech family. She's known as a pretty brutal woman but has a soft spot for her sons.

She frequents a hole in the wall known bakery who's cakes and teas are just fabulous. She develops a friendly relationship with a waitress she hit it off with. They gossip for an hour every time she's there. Her darlingsons are a frequent point of discussion.

It's gets too the point your boss wants to tell you to get back to work, but the smile Mrs. Leech gives him is nothing short of menacing as she tells him this is just good customer service leave her be.

One day a bloodied individual is brought to her begging for his life. Saying he'd give her anything. His gambling debts had left him with little else other than a daughter. When Georgina looks at the provided photo it's her waitress!?

... Well who is she to squander such an opportunity.

You find yourself forced into a car on your way home from work. Georgina is there playing up how awful it is to have a father willing to sell his daughter to pay off his debts, but don't worry Mama Georgina will look out for you, all you have to do is one tiny favor and the debts will be considered repayed! You're practically shaking as it's just you and her in an elevator. Once you're at the top floors penthouse you're shoved out, falling into the arms of twins you recognize from her pictures.

Mama leech hits the button to go back to the lobby "Be gentle with the poor thing..." she gives her sons a smile that basically says:

"I want a positive pregnancy test in hand by the end of the week."

Ohhhhh….. orz orz that’s perfect,,,

Forming a bond with her favorite waitress and it pays off in her favor when your terrible father owes a serious debt. She’s so seamless with her motherly manipulation, sympathizing so sweetly to your circumstances, and insisting she’s here to help you. Even though it does nothing to ease your anxieties, considering your father essentially used you as compensation for his debt. >_< for the first time since you met her, you don’t trust the “sincerity” in her smile.

Nor do you quite understand what she means when she tells her beloved sons to “be gentle.” You’re immediately scared. They’re so tall and strong-looking, and their razored grins are too intimidating. You realize what’s happening when they’re guiding you to a bed, promising to treat you nicely just as their mama asked them to~

Suddenly, you’re resisting. You don’t want this! You’ve never had sex before and if you ever were to you always imagined your first time to be full of love and sweetness. This is nothing like this as your legs are pried apart and they tell you you’re cute when you squirm. You’re so scared. This isn’t what you want, but it’s what you must do because you were practically handed on a silver platter to them. ;;;

It’s impossible to hold back your moans, too. You try your hardest, but that just makes them even more determined to unravel you. One of them eats you out with a long, skilled tongue while the other teases your nipples. You cry out when you’re stretched open on a cock that feels too-big, choking on the other stuffed into your mouth. They’re mating pressing you into the sheets to ensure you won’t waste a single drop of cum. >:) that way you’ll be mothering a child or two (or three) in the near-future.

Mama Leech simply adores you. She knew you’d be a perfect match for her darling boys. And it’s a wonderful thing they seem to like you just as much.

[choi-yujin-folder]

[241022] Yujin [TIPI-TAP]

[kep1er-net]

KLAP naver blog ☆ behind the scenes of dayeon during the jacket shooting of connect N, love & seek and lost concept

[kroosluvr]

VERSUS!!! ◼️◻️

[avspol]

avpol + text posts number 700000 i dont know anymore i don't care

[mythalism]

writing poorly, cringe-ly, messily, embarrassingly, like a 13 year old, incorrectly, and riddled with grammar mistakes but authentically and with genuine humanity is always going to be infinitely more valuable than even the most technically "perfect" genAI output. hope this helps

[aventurineswife]

Could I request Kinich with a reader who makes toys for children and saurians? Imagine one day, she decides to make Kinich a collection of saurian plushies so he won't be lonely.

A Stitch for Solitude

Summary: Kinich spends his days perched in solitude atop a tree, observing the wilds of Natlan. Despite his detached demeanor, he carries an unspoken loneliness. You, a skilled toymaker, notice his quiet yearning and craft a collection of saurian plushies to bring him warmth and connection.

Tags: Kinich x Reader, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Gift-Giving, Emotional Vulnerability, Quiet Introspection, Slow Burn Connection, Soft Moments.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue over Natlan as the soft breeze rustled the leaves. Kinich sat alone on the sturdy branches of an ancient tree, gazing out over the vast, untamed landscape. His expression, as always, was unreadable, his posture calm and steady, yet there was an unmistakable solitude to him. He was content with his own company, though a part of him, deep down, could never quite escape the quiet sting of loneliness.

Despite his pragmatic nature, there were moments—rare, fleeting moments—when even Kinich couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have someone to share his solitude with. To have something more than the cold, utilitarian world he had built for himself.

As the days passed, you noticed him more often, perched high in the tree, staring into the distance. You’d often see him surrounded by the wild beauty of the mountains, yet there was something about him that felt... detached, as though he was observing the world rather than truly participating in it.

You, on the other hand, were the opposite. A weaver of stories, a creator of joy. The toys you made were renowned throughout the tribe, not only for their craftsmanship but for their charm. The children adored them, and even the saurians seemed to take interest in the playful creations you fashioned from clay, wood, and fur.

One evening, as you worked on a new set of toys for the younger ones, an idea began to take root in your mind. Kinich. The thought wouldn’t leave you. He was always alone, always distant, and yet… there was something about his quiet nature that intrigued you. Perhaps it was the way he carefully observed life around him, as though taking mental notes, even when it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention.

What if… what if you made him something? Something to remind him that he wasn’t as alone as he believed.

The next day, you set to work. You gathered materials: soft furs, durable threads, clay, and small stones to make the eyes. With each stitch, you focused on the saurians that Kinich so often hunted, each one an elegant representation of the creatures he had spent his life mastering. You created small plush versions of these fierce creatures—saurians with bared teeth, with soft, rounded bodies and bright, expressive eyes. Each one was unique, just like the animals he encountered in the wild.

Days passed, and you worked in secret, stitching and stuffing each plush until you had a small collection. When the last plush was complete, you felt a sense of accomplishment, but also a tinge of nervousness. Would Kinich like them? Would he understand the gesture?

You didn’t know what prompted you to do it—perhaps it was the way his eyes sometimes lingered on the children’s toys when they passed by, or the way he seemed to carry an unspoken weight—but you knew that this was something you needed to do.

That evening, as Kinich once again perched in his usual spot in the tree, you approached him, holding the small bundle of plushies carefully in your arms. The sunset bathed everything in a soft orange light, and the world felt quieter, as though nature itself was holding its breath.

“Kinich,” you called softly, approaching him.

He turned, his eyes briefly scanning you before settling on the bundle you carried. “What is it?” he asked, his tone as direct and to-the-point as always, though there was an undercurrent of curiosity.

You smiled, a little shy, but steady. “I made something for you.”

You climbed up beside him on the branches and carefully placed the collection of saurian plushies on the tree bark. Each one was carefully crafted—an imposing Saurian with spiked scales, a smaller, more agile one with bright eyes, and a fearsome, larger creature with a tail that curled protectively around its body.

Kinich’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the toys, his usual guarded expression softening just a fraction. He reached out, running his fingers over the smooth fur of one of the plushies. “For me?” he asked, his voice quieter now, as if the question itself caught him off guard.

You nodded, feeling your heart race. “I thought... maybe these could keep you company. You’re always out there alone, hunting, or on your travels. I thought you might like something to remind you that you don’t have to be lonely.”

There was a long pause, and for a moment, Kinich didn’t say anything. He merely stared at the plushies, his fingers brushing over each one with an almost reverent care. It was the most open you’d ever seen him, and it made your heart ache in the best way.

Finally, he spoke, his voice quieter than usual, the edges of it almost... vulnerable. “Why did you make these for me?” he asked, still not quite meeting your gaze.

You shrugged, though your heart felt full. “I just... thought you might like them. I thought maybe you could use something soft and warm to come home to. Something... that’s not cold or calculated. Just something that’s there for you.”

Kinich’s gaze flickered to the plushies once more, his eyes lingering on them with a softness you rarely saw. He picked one up—a small saurian with its mouth slightly open—and held it in his hand, turning it over as if examining it. “You didn’t have to,” he said, the words almost too quiet to catch.

You smiled, your voice gentle. “I wanted to.”

For a long moment, there was only the soft rustle of the wind around you. Kinich’s gaze remained fixed on the plushies, but there was something in the way he held them now—a new tenderness that wasn’t there before. Perhaps it was the weight of the gesture, or perhaps it was the realization that someone had thought of him in a way he had never expected.

Finally, he spoke again, this time with a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips. “Thank you, [Name].” The words were simple, but they held a sincerity that made your heart skip a beat.

You nodded, feeling warmth spread through your chest at the acknowledgment. “You’re welcome, Kinich. I’m glad you like them.”

He looked at you then, really looked at you, his eyes soft with something unspoken. “I won’t be lonely anymore,” he said quietly, as if the plushies had somehow bridged a gap he hadn’t even realized was there.

And in that moment, you realized something you hadn’t expected: Kinich wasn’t as cold and distant as he seemed. Beneath the utilitarian exterior, beneath the pragmatism and the stoic demeanor, there was a quiet longing for connection. A connection that, in his own way, he was beginning to accept.

As the night settled in and the stars began to twinkle overhead, you sat in companionable silence on the branches, the plushies between you, and for the first time, Kinich didn’t seem quite so alone.

And you, too, felt the comfort of knowing that, for once, you weren’t alone either.

[sun-e-chips]

A rough start to Suns day, then back at home some delivery people had the audacity to talk shit about the park

Yeahhhhhh Suns learned to have a lot of patience but once that’s crossed… oh boy