#so do that backwards to decode it

[threestarsaboveclouds]

[ ARCHIVED BROADCAST || READ ONLY ] COMMUNICATIONS MANIFEST SOURCE NODE TRACE: FGS_ROOT, FGS_COMM06, 464753_SPIRE02 || DESTINATION: TSAC_COMM02 [[ WARNING: MESSAGE IS ENCRYPTED. ]] APPLY DECRYPTION KEY? Y/N >Y ENTER KEY: ****** MESSAGE CONTENTS: FGS: This is Fleeting Green Sunsets. Can anyone read me? [ Message has been uploaded to Zenith Archives, Sector RKDT01 ]

I must wonder: have you ever encountered a failed broadcast, corrupted or otherwise?

TSAC: Corrupted broadcasts are commonplace. They often occur as a result of interruptions during radio transmissions, caused either by environmental factors or damage to associated communications arrays.

If a communications tower fails to transmit a message for one reason or another, the data is dumped into a local storage medium (usually a pearl) for the sake of preservation. The data then needs to be retrieved manually by an Overseer in order to be recovered.

Data recovery subroutines can be used to reconstruct partial transmissions, but broadcasts caused by faulty or decaying equipment often become corrupted. I usually ignore these signals. However, occasionally an abnormal broadcast will catch my attention.

An Overseer of mine patrolling the nearby long-range communications spires retrieved one such broadcast rather recently...

[ OUTGOING REQUEST ] COMMUNICATIONS MANIFEST [[ERROR]] UNABLE TO SEND - Malformed Message Header SOURCE NODE TRACE: (NULL)_ROOT, (NULL)_COMM06, 464753_SPIRE02 || DESTINATION: (NULL)unknown group MESSAGE CONTENTS: --- FATAL EXCEPTION: UNABLE TO RENDER MESSAGE CONTENTS INVALID SYMBOL AT LINE 01, SEQUENCE 08. LINE 03 MISSING TERMINATING EXPRESSION. == BROADCAST IS CORRUPTED. == ATTEMPTING RECOVERY. PARTIAL BROADCAST RECOVERY SUCCESSFUL. RAW CONTENTS: 01010010011010110110010001010100010011110110100101000010010101010110000101000111011010110110110101001001010001110110110001111010010010010100010101011010011100110101101001010111010101100011000001100001010101110011010101101110010010010100010101100100011110010101101001010111010101100111010101001001010001100100111000110001011000100110111001001110011011000110010001001000010011010111010101001001010001010100111001101000011000100110100101000010011010000110001001101110011011000111011001100010011011010101010101100111011000110110110101010110011010000101101001000011010000100111010001011010010101000011100000111101 [ Pending upload by dispatched Overseer. Unit will enter read-only state in 146 cycles. ]

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙👄 ̟ !! LYHFML

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader,

It was laundry day, and your closet was a sad echo of its usual self, so you’d grabbed whatever smelled vaguely clean and didn’t offend your skin. A plain white cap to shield your bed hair, your old sneakers, a pair of denim shorts, and a white tee that read 'LYHFML' across the chest in bold black letters. You didn’t think twice. It was just letters, right? No one knows what it means anyway. A random find at a book convention, a joke from a chaotic friend, a shirt you wore ironically because—come on—who really knew what it meant? At least, that’s what you told yourself as you pushed a squeaky-wheeled cart through the snack aisle of your local grocery store.

You were on your toes in the chips aisle, fingers brushing the top shelf, trying and failing to reach that elusive bag of sweet chili. You had no business climbing store shelves like a feral raccoon, but dignity was already left behind the moment you wore a shirt with that acronym in public.

You were stretching as far as your arms could go, fingers just grazing the edge of the shelf where your favorite chips sat like taunting gods, when a hand—not yours—plucked the bag off the metal like it was nothing. A voice, low and gravel-warm, said:

“Here.”

You blinked. Looked left.

And you don't know what to feel at that moment, it was like your brain stops functioning at the sight of him, I mean who wouldn't?

Standing beside you, in a black hoodie and grey sweats, was none other than Pro Hero Dynamight. Or Katsuki Bakugo, if you were daring enough to whisper the name aloud. He looked like he’d rolled straight out of a gym ad and into your aisle. Messy hair tucked beneath a backwards cap, his red eyes flicked over you like he was doing threat assessment—and the curl of his lip said you weren’t dangerous, just… mildly amusing.

“Th-Thanks,” you stammered, clutching the chips like they were your only dignity.

That’s when he smirked. That tiny twitch of his mouth that made you breathless.

“Nice shirt,” he said casually. “Real subtle.”

You blinked, confused—until his crimson eyes dropped to your chest.

Then your soul left your body.

LYHFML

Lift Your Hips For Me, Love.

A stupid, spicy book reference. One you’d prayed no one ever decoded.

Especially not him.

You cursed your internet past. You cursed Aaron Warner. You cursed TikTok. You cursed the impulse buy you made on a bookish convention last year.

“I—It’s not what it means, I mean—I didn’t think anyone would—” you spluttered, practically holding the chips like a shield between you.

Bakugo snorted. “Tch. What, you think I live under a fuckin’ rock?”

You could feel the heat crawling up your neck, your ears, your kneecaps, for god’s sake. He was still looking at you like he wasn’t letting this go, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to melt or bury yourself on this grocery store at the moment.

“And here I thought you were flirting,” he drawled, tilting his head. “Wearin’ that kind of shirt in public.”

You nearly dropped your chips.

“I—What—No, I didn’t—”

“Relax,” he cut in, amused. “I’m just messing with you. Mostly. Just didn’t expect to see that kinda confidence in the snacks aisle.”

And then he did the thing.

That casual, heart-ruining thing.

He reached over, plucked a second bag of chips—the same flavor—from the shelf, and tossed it in his own cart. He glanced back at you, eyes lidded and lazy. “So, you always shop here?”

You blinked. “Uh. Yeah?”

“Hm.” He nodded like he was memorizing that fact for future use. “Cool.”

A pause. You fidgeted. You wanted to like leave because of your embarrassment. He didn’t move.

Then—nonchalant as hell, like he was just asking for the time—he said,

“Wanna give me your number? In case you need help reaching shelves again”

You stared. He too.

He handed his phone. Your hands shaking as you take it. He smirked as you type your number. He too casually typed in his number on your phone. When he handed it back, he added, “Text me later. Or don’t. I’ll probably see you here again. Seems like fate and all.”

He pushed his cart away like it was nothing. Like he didn’t just make you rethink your entire wardrobe. Like he wasn’t the most smug, irritating, handsome disaster you’d ever met in a grocery store.

You watched him turn the corner, your shirt burning like a confession.

Who knew the aisle of salty snacks could also be where your love life began to get spicy?

Later that night, you got a message.

Bakugo: Next time, I’m wearing a shirt that says 'IGNITE', You’ll know it’s me."

You stared at your phone for five whole minutes before laughing so hard you nearly choked on sweet chili.

And yeah—maybe you’d never wear that shirt again.

Or maybe… you’d wear it to your first date.

Because Bakugo Katsuki?

Apparently, he liked his girls bold, flustered, and just short enough to need help reaching the good stuff.

This shit happened to me few days ago, HAHSHSHA a cute guy was like "nice shirt" and I don't know if I should thank him or be embarrassed.

[kxsagi]

Could you do something about the Blue Lock Boys with a girlfriend who practices a sport like Muay Thai or boxing professionally and is quite famous for dragging her opponents? 💘

“𝐊𝐎: 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝”

a/n: get em girl boss

ft. itoshi rin, itoshi sae, isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, mikage reo, kaiser michael, karasu tabito, bachira meguru, shidou ryusei

itoshi rin

silently obsessed. he never says anything, but you catch him rewinding your fight clips with laser focus like he’s decoding national secrets. 

“your weight distribution was off by 3% in round two.” bro how do you even know that? 

secretly has your “top 10 verbal takedowns” saved to his phone. watches them when he needs cheering up. 

he’s not impressed when you trash talk. he’s turned on. 

you call someone “a wet mop with delusions” and he just raises an eyebrow like, hot. 

refuses to sit in the VIP section, instead sits in the back so no one sees how fast he’s clapping when you land a KO. 

“that punch was sloppy.” five minutes later in private: “... you looked good though.” 

itoshi sae

you could be dragging your opponent across the ring by their hair and sae would still be in the front row sipping iced coffee like it’s a spa day. 

literally unfazed. she’s choking someone? cool. what’s for dinner? 

sometimes you don’t even notice he’s there until he shows up behind you post-match like, “hey. you’re bleeding. want tacos?” 

thinks your trash talk is theatrical brilliance. 

“she said ‘i’m gonna turn you into a cautionary tale’ and then actually did. love that for her.” 

got banned from interviews because he kept answering on your behalf. “how do you feel about the win?” “she’s hungry. move.” 

you're punching people, he's posting “date night ❤️” selfies. 

isagi yoichi

isagi fell for your smile. the public fell for your fists. 

he watches your matches like he’s witnessing a crime. jaw clenched, eyes wide, muttering prayers like a soccer mom watching an MMA bloodbath. 

you’re standing over your KO’d opponent, shouting, “tell your coach to pick better fighters,” and he’s clapping like “yay baby good sportsmanship 👍” 

pre-fight: “good luck, you got this ❤️” 

post-fight: googling how to hide a body because you just ended someone's career. 

once tried to “trash talk” your rival to hype you up and said, “you’re gonna get dropped so hard, your sponsors are gonna ghost you. better hope your wifi connection is stronger than your jaw.” 

kisses your bruised knuckles gently like you’re a porcelain doll, not the reason three people retired early. 

nagi seishiro

doesn’t understand anything about boxing but calls you “champ” with his whole chest. 

falls asleep watching your replays. wakes up like, “oh nice punch babe.” 

once live-tweeted your match with absolutely zero context: “she kicked someone. she’s mad. i want a sandwich.” 

wore your merch to your match, but accidentally put it on backwards. 

lets you practice moves on him but flops like a ragdoll after one jab. “ugh too hard. let me lay here. i’m your emotional support floor.” 

told the team your pre-fight stare “felt like being hunted by a hot panther.” 

thinks your trash talk is poetry. “you said she hits like a toddler with pool noodles? iconic.” 

mikage reo

you’re the fists, he’s the PR team. this man markets your violence like a startup. 

“she punches, she profits, she slays. watch the brand grow.” 

always wearing your custom gloves around his neck like a necklace. people think he boxes, too. he does not. 

posts ringside selfies with captions like: “date night 🥰✨ (she sent someone to the ER xoxo)” 

gets personally offended when your opponent breathes in your direction. 

“did she just look at you funny? okay, but WHO gave her that right.” 

hands out business cards that say “a maneater’s boyfriend 💋” 

has your catchphrases trademarked. yes, even the one where you threatened to turn someone’s ribs into origami. 

kaiser michael

somehow thinks your fights are about him. 

“she wins because she’s inspired by my greatness.” kaiser pls. 

stands ringside with his arms crossed and a smirk like he’s the final boss of the match. 

you said “i’m gonna fold her like a beach chair” and he printed it on a hoodie. wears it proudly. 

reporters: “kaiser, are you afraid of your girlfriend’s aggression?” 

kaiser: “afraid? i fuel it.” 

makes you couple’s merch that says “she hits / he hollas” 

once kissed you mid-match. literally interrupted the referee. said it was “good luck.” you still won. 

karasu tabito

you flame someone during weigh-ins and he’s behind you whispering, “YEAH. GET HER ASS.” 

follows your rival’s private account on twitter just to “hate more efficiently.” 

“i’m not petty. i’m supportive.” 

once shouted “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!!!” when you dislocated someone’s shoulder. 

analyzes your fights like a reality show. “did you see her face when you landed that hook? chef’s kiss.” 

lets you demonstrate chokeholds on him just so he can say, “yeah, she does this to me at home, too.” 

acts scared around you for fun. “i told her i forgot to do the dishes and she did a spinning elbow. i think i blacked out. she’s so cute.” 

bachira meguru

paints your face on a flag. brings it to every match. 

screams “GET HER, BABE! TURN HER INTO A HUMAN PRETZEL!!” from the sidelines. 

once tried to jump into the ring mid-fight because “your foot looked lonely. i wanted to help.” 

you: death glares your opponent pre-match. 

bachira: “aw she’s so pretty when she’s homicidal 🥰” 

makes you fan edits that go viral. 

also made one of your KO punches into a meme template. it’s now used in sports arguments across the internet. 

your opponent: “you suck.” 

bachira, holding up a glitter sign: “say that again but louder so everyone can hear my girlfriend crack your jaw.” 

shidou ryusei

lives for the chaos. you throw one punch and he’s tearing his shirt off in the stands. 

“THAT’S MY GIRL!!! KICK HER IN THE TEETH!!!” 

got banned from five venues for excessive screaming. wears it like a badge of honor. 

tried to propose mid-fight once. while you were punching someone. 

rewatches your KO clips with suspicious enthusiasm. “look at that form. look at that power. i’m so in love with her violence.” 

also calls you pet names like “bloodthirsty babe” and “my precious little war crime.” 

100% believes you could take him in a fight. wants you to prove it. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[bernardsbendystraws]

Fresh Air

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

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Summary: One night at a party seems to change everything. A strange man with a friendly smile and a sleeve of patchwork tattoos seems to make you feel at home for a change. You're finally happy to have made a good friend to lean on - especially when it comes to your not-so-great relationship with your boyfriend. But what happens if you lean too much...what happens if you fall?

Warnings: 18+. This series contains mature themes, read at your own risk. (SMUT, angst, parental troubles, financial hardships, and more. Don't like, don't read.) This warning is made for all parts.

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With love and big tits, Rose.

08: How did we get here…?

I felt my bones vibrating from rage. Everything felt so confusing, lines blurred so much that I couldn’t even tell if I should feel angry. All day and all night. I rotted in my bed, trying to put one cohesive thought together, but I was still just lost. 

My heart was palpitating from screaming emotions. Hayden stood on my doorstep, a look of disappointment covering his face as he clenched his jaw. “Just let me in, we need to talk. I mean - c’mon. You’re being ridiculous, all I’m asking for is five minutes,” he huffs. 

Uninvited and unwelcome, he pushes past me, shoving my shoulder as he walks in. My jaw drops, a sigh puffing through my lips as I roll my eyes, shutting the door. 

I hear his dirty shoes shuffle around the floor as he paces back and forth. Turning around and keeping my door on the handle, I squint my eyes at him, “What the hell do you wanna talk about? How good your other girl is in bed?” 

The statement seems to sting. Hayden purses his lips together, his nostrils flaring. “Can you really blame me?” he questions, his eyes glaring down at me as he shakes his head from side to side, waving his hands dramatically. “I’ve asked you time after time to try harder and you give me nothing. At least I was fuckin’ trying - I was doing everything to at least keep you satisfied and you couldn’t even -” His lips rest open, words stuck on the tip of his tongue. 

“What? Have sex with you?” I spit, my chest starting to burn as heat rises behind my ears, crawling over my shoulders. 

“I,” he looks around, his eyes landing back at mine as I cock an eyebrow at him, “-fuck, I just - why were you even coming over? You never just show up!” 

Oh.

My face falls. The whites of my eyes grow, a gloss starting to form the shame washes over me. Hayden’s face tilts, confusion covering his face before his expression relaxes. 

“Why were you coming over? Hm?” he pushes, walking towards me as I shrink against the door. My body seems to shorten as he stares down at me, the unwavering glint of anger in his eyes piercing any sort of pride, making my gaze fall towards the floor. 

“You spent the night with Matt, didn’t you? What happened, hm? I was right, wasn’t I?” 

Silence. 

The only noise is heavy breathing and the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. My eyes burn from embarrassment, my vision clouding from shame. 

“I think you should go.” 

Words spoken so softly, I almost don’t recognize it as my own voice. 

Hayden scoffs. “Fine. I’ll go - but, I find it ironic that you're mad I went to some other girl to get my needs met when you’ve been actually cheating, basically having another boyfriend. It’s…it’s real fuckin’ rich coming from the girl who claims cheaters are the worst people on the Earth.” 

My body seems to float, my mind impossibly hazy as I twist the door knob, side-stepping as I keep my stare pointed towards the floor. 

I can’t look at him. I can’t. 

“Whatever,” he puffs, walking out the door. 

Too much. It’s all too much. I lean backward, making the door shut before letting my hands run upward, my nails scratching along my scalp as I allow my hands clench into tights fists. Biting down hard on my lower lip, I let out a scream of some sort. 

Was he right? Is it all my fault? What the fuck even is right and wrong? 

I just don’t know. 

_________

“This is fucking stupid.” Manon laughs at my words, handing me the bat as the puffy protective suits rub to create a loud noise. 

The second she heard the word rage fall out of my mouth, we ended up in the designated place for it according to her. It was supposedly the perfect solution. 

A rage room.

I didn’t see how it would help. Venting didn’t do much because I was simply confused. How would allowing myself to become more angry help? 

“Break shit!!” she urges. Shaking my head, I grab the bat. The weight of the material seems to be decent - at least decent enough to do some damage to the random objects in the room. “C’mon! Let it out! Tell me everything!” 

Sighing, I let more words slip out. Hayden’s pointed accusations fly through my mouth, echoing from earlier as I start to lightly bang the bat against an old wooden desk. 

I wonder if he’s ever bent her over and fucked her on a desk. 

“It’s fucking so…so stupid!” My jaw clenches, words slurring as I start to beat the cabinets of the desk harder and harder. 

I can barely tell what I’m saying. There’s music in the background, noises of Manon beating the shit out of a TV. 

“-he says I ‘actually’ cheated. I didn’t even fucking try! Nothing was ever goddamn intentional. I’ve never even fucking kissed Matt, I was leaning on a friend and I - I leaned so hard I fell and I - I - fuck!” I screech, pursing my lips tightly before mustering up all energy towards swinging the bat on the wooden desk crumbling apart.

Splinters fly everywhere. Harsh gasps of air leave my lips, a pained cry echoing in the concrete room as I let it all out. The legs break, the flat top of the desk falling to the floor. 

I can’t. I just can’t. 

Dropping the bat, I let myself sink to the floor in exhaustion and defeat. 

He’s everywhere in my mind. 

Matt is hidden in every thought, Hayden’s presence echoing with only a whisper. My mind feels so foggy, so clouded. No matter how hard I think, there’s nothing to realize except more confusion. 

How the fuck did I get here? 

A/N: Thank you for reading. Any interaction is appreciated!!! I am hoping to get out weekly updates of this series. Let me know your thoughts <333

[berylcups]

SDC x Reader + Dios Minions : Learning their Language

CW: Beryls Limited understanding of languages, Eclipse Mention, disability mention

Notes: FINALLY! I finished it! 😩 this took me literally months to do. Well…not really but personal stuff came up in between and I also had to get a new car and that was a nerve wracking experience so yeah… I’m still alive. I really hope you enjoy because I really took my time on this and did plenty of research for each one. Please enjoy! 💜 Beryl

Joseph - Standard American English & British English

You wanna learn English??? Oh boy! He’s gonna learn ya’ a thing or two about English. For starters, “learn ya a thing or two” isn’t proper English. This man isn’t proper either.

He's not the best teacher but if you don’t already know the Alphabet it might be worth memorizing beforehand. Because he’s going to show you the difference between American and UK English spelling. Which spelling is the correct way you ask?

“Don’t worry about it! Spell it anyway you want! If we can read it then it’s fine!”

Also don’t be discouraged by all the silent letters you come across in the English language. It’s tricky but once you pick up on the patterns in writing, it gets a little easier. And remember-Native English speakers struggle with reading too so don’t feel bad! You got this! Joseph believes in you! (& Beryl does too 💜)

His favorite way of integrating you into his language is by snuggling up with you and watching his favorite movies with subtitles so you can read along. Just don’t get too frustrated if he falls asleep when you try watching Lawrence of Arabia with him. It’s one of his favorites but he watched it a million times already!

Jotaro - Japanese

Yare yare daze. You want him to teach you Japanese? Do you know how much of pain in the ass that’s going to be? First you have to learn hiragana and then katakana…and don’t get him started on kanji. He’s flattered really, but he thinks this is going to be too much effort than it’s worth.

Don’t worry, that’s where Holly pops in! She’s going to give Jotaro an earful about how she learned Japanese from his father and that’s how they got closer and eventually married. She’s going to give you her (probably outdated) workbooks and translation guides, and dictionaries for you to learn from. (Isn’t she so sweet???🥹)

Ok—he finally gives in and help you learn Nihongo. He’s not gonna talk to you in your preferred language anymore. You’re going to have to decode and guess what he’s trying to say from now on. (So mean 😭) but he's not a complete ass. He will speak slowly and clearly to you so you can keep up.

He’ll point to things and tell want he wants through simple sentences: “I want you to give me… I want to drink … I want to eat … I want to read …”

Once you get a hang of the language a bit, he’ll want to go to the aquarium and have you interact with other Japanese speakers a bit. Don’t worry if you can’t figure out what you want to say, he’ll translate when you get a brain fart.

“Wakarimasu ka? (Do you understand?)”

Kakyoin- Japanese

You want to learn his language? He’s so flattered, he can’t help but blush! He’d love to teach you Japanese!

He’s not sure where to start first…of course you need to learn how to read. But he’s wondering if teaching through video games, manga, or anime would work the best. You should pick for him to help him not overthink it. 😅

He’ll try to teach you through a mix of genres like horror, comedy, drama, fantasy, etc. He wants to teach you about the specific humor Japan has that might go over your head, jokes, tongue twisters, and double entendres.

If you’re brave he’ll teach you about all the different yurei, oni, and yokai Japan has to offer.

You might want to have him slow down because he’s going to info dump on you so hard.

“Hold on a minute Y/N! You’re reading that manga backwards! You’re going to spoil the ending for yourself!”

Avdol- Masri(Egyptian Arabic) & Standard Arabic

You can see the fire in his eyes from excitement when he hears you say you want to learn Arabic. Now…you better be serious about learning this because he’s not going to let you back out just because you get a little intimidated by its difficulty level. He says if he can learn English, than he has no doubt in his heart that you can learn Arabic!

What he didn’t tell you though was… you’re actually learning 2 dialects at once. It’s very important for you to know Egyptian Arabic and Modern Standard Arabic. Egyptian Arabic is needed because that is what most people in Cairo speak. This form of Arabic will help you get to know the locals on a more personal level and get more used to the culture and customs. Modern Standard Arabic is used for formal settings and when you are writing. Speaking of writing…they read and write from right to left! But if you have a good understanding of Arabic writing, you probably already know that.

He’s going to really focus hard on your reading and writing. Al-abjadiyah is the Arabic alphabet and each letter changes form depending on where in the word it is! Don’t worry, he knows this is going to take a while. He’s going to take his time with you. Unlike Polnareff, he is patient.

“Pfft! Ahem, Remember: write right to left, Habibi/ti.”

Once you get used to the language a bit he’ll sit with you and read to you to help you understand the spelling of words and see the patterns of the letters in the different forms taking place in each word. …They’re definitely books for little children but you’ll be making it to more complicated wordy books soon enough!

Polnareff - French

You want to learn the language of love? There’s no better man to learn it from than this pervert romanticist! At least…that’s what he says. The guy is good at teaching but he’s impatient and fussy as hell! 😩 it’s almost as if learning a 2nd or 3rd language is hard! Who would have thought???

“Non non non! Parler français comme un vache espagnole!(your French is very broken!) Come on! You’re using the wrong gendered noun! No..I’m sorry but there’s no gender neutral version for house. Please don’t despair! You can use iel/yel but it might cause some confusion and you might have to use some explanation if someone doesn’t understand… or you could use flip flop between male and female nouns if that doesn’t cause you distress! If anyone has a problem, I’ll tell them “Je vais lui sonner les cloches!”(tell them to mind their own business!)”

Now as an English speaker, you are going to have to rewire your brain on how the Alphabet works because nearly half of the letters in French sound like they’re silent in English! 😰 But that’s okay! You have an enthusiastic but impatient teacher, Polnareff to guide you along the way! The best way to get you involved into the language is through the culture. And that’s through a wine and cheese tasting and then a visit to the very famous Louvre Museum. (This feels more like a date than an educational opportunity…)

Looking at the names of the bottles and how he pronounces the names will help you pick up on the consonants sound and hearing other civilians will help fine tune your own accent and pronunciation.

“Blanc Sauvignon? Did I say that right?”

“Haha—magnifique! you’re getting closer! Say it more with less emphasis on the V.”

Hol Horse- American English (southern)

You wanna learn American English? Well hold your horses, I’m fixin’ to teach you. Just give me a cotton pickin second! English is already a complicated language and we in the south like to make it even more complicated. What’s the most difficult southern saying? It’s “well bless your heart!” It’s usually used to be sassy, but it’s also used to show sympathy…so bless your hearts wisely.

It’s going to be best if you already have grasp of the bare basics of the English language if you ever want to understand whatever the hell Hol Horse is saying. But for you, he’ll take his sweet time and explain everything he means. ❤️

“Don’t take anything I say in English to heart baby girl/boy. You don’t understand something’ you let me know, ya hear?”

For starters, we don’t use proper grammar. Ain’t got no time for that. The best way to understand southern American English is through your stomach…at a family BBQ.

Don’t worry, he’ll make your plate. You might wanna tell him to take it easy, I don’t think that paper plate can handle all that food. 😅 you’re gonna be fuller than a tick! Also if someone offers you a coke, they’re gonna ask which one. Coke doesn’t mean just cola, just soda in general.

“It’s safe to eat funeral potatoes I swear! It has nothin to do with no funeral. It’s just hash brown casserole. It’s good! …I mean, it CAN be served at a funeral but you can have it at any time!”

Devo- Diné Bizaad(Navajo language)

You want to learn his language??? You’re going to melt this cold blooded killers heart!❤️ It’s a sad fact that his language is a dying one. No thanks to the European settlers, but that’s a story for another time. He wants to share all of the goodness of his culture with you and the language of his people-Diné Bizaad which means ���people’s language”.

I hope you are serious about his language because it is the hardest language in the world to learn.

In all honesty, he doesn’t really expect you to be a fast learner. You are going to have 33 consonants and 12 vowels to memorize and make your mouth replicate.

He doesn’t want to scare you off so he’s going to start you off easy with simple words that are important to his culture. You’ll learn about the four sacred colors, native symbols, traditions, food, and artwork.

“It’s forbidden to look at a solar eclipse. We stay inside our hogans and sit in contemplation about the sun and moon. We believe the sun and moon are interacting with each other.”

Rubber Soul- Singlish (Singaporean English)

Shiok! Lucky for you in Singapore, there’s a medley of languages spoken there! This man is a complete dumbass but he knows Mandarin, Malay, and English. Singlish IS English but the only catch is, it features a beautiful but complex patchwork of languages featuring Malay, Mandarin, Cantonese, Hokkien, Tamil, and Teochew… So even if you are already an English speaker, you are in for an adventure!

He’s going to take you to hawker center and show you how to live like a true Singaporean! And first thing first is chope-ing. That’s probably the most important Singlish word you are ever going to hear. To chope is reserving a seat by setting your personal belongings down, like a handkerchief, a pack of tissues, or something bigger like a backpack. Low crime don’t mean no crime so don’t leave anything super important behind. Don’t worry about theft…Rubber Soul will be eager to give a back breaker to anyone who dares to try to steal your wallet. 😬

“Why does everyone talk like they’ve been google translated??? Pfft—don’t talk cock lah! That’s exactly what Singlish is. I told you that you weren’t going to understand it off the bat!”

Don’t try and argue with him on it. He’ll speak in complete Singlish and then not ask—but demand to repeat back what he just said in English. Only for him to laugh in your face. 😭

“Wah piang! So crowded! Where you want to makan? Chop chop—going to rain already! You go chope that table. Here have Indian, Thai, Sichuan, Malaysian, Indonesian, and Japanese. You want kopi ah? I SMS when ready. Ok—what did I just say?”

…

“Wah Lao eh?! I literally gave you the EASIEST Singlish phrases to translate! Man you are dumb—still love ya though!”

Steely Dan- Urdu

You wanna learn Urdu? Well of course you do! You might want to have an understanding of basic conversation in Urdu because he isn’t the best teacher despite how much boasts being otherwise. But he’s all smug and secretly giddy that you want to learn Urdu. If you know Arabic, you’re off to a good start! But you are going to have to rewire your brain to pronounce each letter differently and learn a few new ones.

“Of course you should learn my language! Do you know how much I go out of my way to communicate my love for you? Luckily for you I got top grades in writing and grammar in school so you have the best-most-handsome teacher ever.”

Oh boy, you have done it. You stroked his ego and now he’s going to non stop complimenting himself.

He’s going to expect lots of love letters in Urdu from you to him and vice versa. He’s going to have you read them aloud to him so he can hear his own flowery cheesy declarations of love for you. But tread carefully… he’s a grammar authoritarian and human spell checker! He’ll poke fun at your very hard attempts of writing this challenging language. (Just pretend to cry a bit or cry for real, he can’t stand crying and he’ll immediately start being much nicer)

“You call that Urdu?! Where’s your penmanship??? Those look like squiggly little worms!”

“Okay okay—don’t cry! I’m sorry ok?! I love you baby! I really mean it too! No more tears! I’ll help you rewrite your misspellings.”

N’Doul- Masri (Egyptian Arabic) and Arabic Braille*

He’s very flattered. He’d love to teach you, but due to his eyesight, he won’t be able to help you read but with his heightened sense of hearing he can really help you to pronounce everything correctly and get the accent right.

“Good effort, love. But you aren’t using your throat. You need to use your throat to pronounce the Al-Ahruf Al-Halqiyyah (6 throat letters). Try again. I know you can do it.”

Don’t worry about struggling. He understands what it’s like to struggle in life. He won’t baby you just like he expects you not to baby him because of his visual impairment. He’ll gently correct you each time you make a mistake.

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Now if you’re blind too, or curious about a new way of reading, he’ll teach you Arabic Braille.

*Theres many different types of blindness and it doesn’t explicitly say what N’Doul has. But based off of his eyes and age he probably has congenital cataracts. This is just a HC. It’s all up to you!*

Now he can see just barely enough to guide your hand across the page to teach you each letter in braille. Braille in general is becoming used less and less so he is really intent on teaching you this important life skill as a visually impaired person. Interestingly enough, Arabic Braille is read left to right!

“I vaguely remember what Arabic script looked like before my sickness took away my vision. It used to feel strange reading from right to left and then left to right when I started learning Braille. It was a vast difference and took me a long time to learn. So please don’t worry if you struggle or make mistakes.”

With having you, Geb, and his heightened senses, he doesn’t really miss his vision. He just enjoys each passing moment with you, teaching you his language and sharing his culture

[bookished]

( a collection of magical realism starters. adjust phrasing as necessary.) feel free to make edits to better suit your muse, but please don’t edit or add on to the original post ♡ if you like, please consider supporting me through tips

"Did you notice how the flowers in the garden bloom in patterns that mimic constellations?"

"I swear, the painting in the hallway changes every time I look at it. Yesterday, it was a serene landscape. Today, there's a storm brewing."

"I met a man in the market who claims he can hear the whispers of trees. Do you think he's telling the truth?"

"The old librarian told me she’s been alive for over a hundred years, and she showed me a book that ages backward."

"Every time I play the piano, it feels like the notes are guiding my fingers, as if the music has a mind of its own."

"I have this strange ability to see people's memories when I touch their hands. It's both a gift and a curse."

"This necklace I found seems to glow when the moon is full. I've never seen anything like it."

"Grandma's mirror doesn't just show reflections; it shows glimpses of the past and the future."

"The café at the end of the street only appears when it rains. Have you ever been inside?"

"There's a hidden garden behind the school that only children can see. They say it’s where dreams are planted and grow into reality."

"The new neighbor claims she can brew potions that change your fate. Should we believe her?"

"He says he can read the stars to predict people's destinies, but his predictions are always so eerily accurate."

"The river in the forest runs backward during the full moon. No one knows why."

"Every night at midnight, the streetlights spell out messages in Morse code. Have you ever tried to decode them?"

"Lately, the wind has been carrying whispers, like it's trying to tell us something important."

"I've noticed that the shadows in our town don't quite match their objects. It's like they're alive."

"There's a legend that if you light a candle at the old crossroads at midnight, you'll meet a guardian spirit. Do you dare to try it?"

"In our village, they say that singing to the dawn brings good fortune for the entire day. Have you ever wondered if it really works?"

"I've found a door in my house that leads to different places depending on the time of day. This morning, it opened into a meadow."

"They say time moves differently in the old clock tower. Spend an hour there, and a day could pass in the outside world."

[callme-naomi]

All your perfect imperfections

Dad Nanami teaching his son. This one will be much shorter haha.

One thing you could never ever understand was how come your son was so good at mixing up the alphabet.

It had been half a year going to school yet he still wrote half his letters backwards, so his d's looked like b's, and it would take a long time decoding what he wrote.

Kento had taken over teaching his daughter, while you took her brother's task. Kento had never been one to yell at his children, hell, yell at anyone.

He'd see you fuming after an entire day of correcting wrongly written alphabets and he'd find some funny way to calm down the mood, all the time calmly telling his son he must not repeat this mistake again.

And you'd find a little candy in your son's hand after that.

It was the final straw for you one day. Your son had a test on Monday, so you spent all Friday and the weekend teaching him and cancelling all your plans to get him to write straight.

And he did. He wrote so perfectly, that you got relieved and confident he'd do it right.

So it was a nasty shock when you got his results to find only five letters correctly written out of twenty-six.

That day, Kento had come home earlier, so you told him at the dinner table about this.

The culprit in question was calmly dangling his legs and eating his vegetables because he knew Papa would save him. Unbeknownst to him, you silently begged your husband to tell him off so he can take studies seriously, and that day Kento felt he could strike five consecutive Black Flashes but yell at his little boy.

Especially when he was so hopeful in his protection.

But he knew he had to put the foot down, and that day, for the first time, he sternly told off his son.

It wasn't a yell. Or a proper scolding. It was simply a, "S/N, this isn't a good thing. Your mother works hard on you, so you should be doing well. It will not happen again, alright?" but with some sternness, no smiles or winks.

You mentally made a note to teach him how to scold children, but the effect was desired as the betrayal was visible on your son's face, and with wobbling lips, he finished his dinner.

But you weren't sure whose face hurt more: your son's or your husband's, as he didn't speak a word from then on, as if mentally beating himself for even raising his voice at his son.

When it was finally too much for him to handle, he got up to go talk to his boy, and he went to the kid's room, knocking gently.

No response.

He silently opened the door, to find him on his little table, drooling over his elbow as he slept on his book, practicing the alphabet with his crayon.

He's going to develop a neck pain.

As he gently lifted his boy, who snuggled close to him in his arms as if recognizing who picked him - his face so similar to yours - he got a glimpse of what he was writing down. Gently settling him into his bed, Kento picked up the sheet of paper.

I am sorry Papa. I won't make you angry again.

His heart broke as he kept staring at it, thinking of what must have been going on in that kid's head.

With a crayon, he wrote back, It's okay, my son. I won't be angry at you again, I promise.

And the next day, before going to work, he found another note on his table.

I love you so much Papa.

And even though there were still two letters wrong, he smiled to himself and kept the note in his diary. Mistakes or not, the boy was still little, and the boy was still his. As he always will be.

[boyakishanaura]

Fucking imagining some alien going. "... Yeah..." And also. "THE FUCK." When they realise there's shawls that we don't know how they're made or how to make them again. Like:

"Excuse me?"

"how much of your history do you not know because reasons?"

"... I mean, yeah, but-"

"you get it, now get the fuck out, I'm trying to decode this."

**furious staring and string intersplicing**

Also, I know we can probably make the shawl, we'd need a 3-D scan of like, the shawl, have it be 3-D printed and then slowly deconstruct how they were woven with twine.

Like, I learned how to weave a fishtail kinda rope by pure ADHD. "... If I tie each of these together so that they're both standing upright, and them put it left, right and so on... Oh shit it's making a rope."

I've done it before with other rope, just. Remade the fabric with random bits of twine, I end up deconstructing and pulling it apart. But like. If my stupid ass could make a copy of a fabric based purely on looking at how it's woven and working backwards, then theoretically. We could figure out how to make fabrics that were lost to time if we use fancy scanners (read; our eyeballs) to follow the strings and recreate the motions it should've taken.

"... Why didn't we do that???"

"... Probably because your species is largely future focused, once you meet a dead end, it sounded like- oh shit. I think I figured out how it's woven."

[daisyswift3]

So I think I may have cracked the code. Listening to Clara Bow w this context in mind from the 4th, 9th, and 10th 🎃 messages makes the lyrics cut even deeper and explains the purpose of the anthology.

What Taylor is essentially saying is that above all else she is proud of her humanity. “Human. Human. Human.” “Flesh and blood.” Unlike some ppl in Hollywood like greedy big suits (cough SB^2 cough Big Machine cough) she’s managed to keep her humanity intact and didn’t let these negative experiences corrupt her or turn her bitter. She was able to find peace and courage in spite of it. And she’s saying I am abt to come out of the closet and while I am hopeful I’m also a little fearful. But isn’t that an amazing thing? Because being fearful, sad, furious, insecure, hopeful—these experiences are unique to humans! “Your heart beats red and hot and furious in your chest.”

“And most importantly, they will know about the human heart.” THIS is the purpose of the anthology. This is why she released 31 (13 backwards) songs for her fans to dissect and decode. Bc she wants them to understand that she’s not a god. She’s a flawed human just like the rest of us.

I think there’s a very good chance that THIS is what her movie is going to be about. Her journey out of the closet and all the hardship that came along w it and helping other ppl to understand the human heart. And I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a memoir that was released w it—“the professor said to write what you know.” And it makes sense too why the manuscript lyrics match perfectly w the all too well short film. Bc they’re talking abt the exact same thing!! She has a relationship w a much older man, experiences heartbreak, heals, and then writes abt it in a book—the story of us AKA the manuscript.

And this is why 🎃 kept referencing the story of us. I couldn't make sense of it a few months ago but now in hindsight it all makes perfect sense. Message in a bottle was probably a red tv vault track for this reason too. Bc the message in a bottle is the manuscript. The puzzle pieces really do all fall right into place.

[oriley42]

Serious question but no need to answer if you don’t want to

I see a lot of talk about Amber’s portrayal being sexist in the show, but I’m not quite sure why? To me her motives always seemed really well-defined (high pressure = “I’m only worthy when I’m successful”) so she puts on this sharky mask with a feminine facade so she is feminine enough to get a certain amount of approval but never shows how much she cares (which could be used against her but also could be used to undermine her “oh you’re too soft”). I thought the show did an excellent job of showing a mask for her

But a lot of people talk about 00s sexism and how it impacts her characterization. The sexism… Is it that she gets called a cutthroat bitch? Or how her story revolves around a man after she leaves House’s team? Is it the fridging?

Any of those could be it I guess but it just sounds like you and others are talking about something a little more fundamental to her personhood so I thought I’d ask if I’m missing anything.

Very interesting question! I think you're getting at exactly the trickiness of the issue, which is that sexism always operates systemically. It's not that any key aspect of Amber's character "is" misogynist, it's that every aspect of her character is automatically filtered through a lens of sexism.

In today's world where "bitch" has been very de-clawed, turned into a more casual and way less gendered insult that's used without cruel intention in queer slang, I think it's hard to understand just how violent the term was--and was meant to be--in the aughts. House in canon is not calling Amber a bitch in a cute, almost self-deprecating, friendly way (though I think it's valid to re-write it that way in fic to defuse the term!). He is calling her a bitch to contain and belittle and dehumanize her. We see the term mobilized this way against Cuddy in 5 to 9 as well: calling a woman a bitch was an extremely powerful rhetorical tool to turn any dangerously competent, brilliant, threateningly accomplished woman back into a harmless, debased, controllable object. So, "CB" reflects how easily the fact that Amber is the "female House" gets turned against her--it doesn't mean she's an eccentric genius like him, it means she's an evil copycat who needs to be put down. And this kind of structural logic applies to her whole characterization--it doesn't matter that House does it all more frequently and worse, if she does it, it's unacceptable because she's a woman. (There are parallels here with how racism means that when Foreman acts like House, he also gets the axe instead of the narrative bending over backwards to make what he did alright.) That's why she was fired, after all!

And her death. Woof. Classic case of killing a woman for man-pain. Everything supposedly about her death is actually about how her violent destruction can be used to fuel Wilson and House's character arcs. The narrative is occasionally conscious of this, for example, Wilson saying "none of you even liked Amber" is an almost metatextual reminder of how cruelly she was disenfranchised in every way (including the sexism of her trying to "defect" to the men's team early on, having no female friends, because unlike House who has so many people orbiting him, she is truly alone). Comparing her death to Kutner's is instructive: Kutner gets a whole episode that's about characters desperately trying to know him better. They trace their relationships towards him. Amber, on the other hand, is nearly absent from her own death. The characters trace away from her and towards the way male characters feel (Wilson's loss, House's guilt). Amber becomes just an imagined figure of House's guilt. Even her ghost is not her own. (Though I think many fans do a more feminist read and reclaim the way she haunts the narrative--but imho that would be a negotiated if not fully oppositional reading, to use Stuart Hall's decoding/encoding terms.)

One easy way to see that gendered difference is in how the show refers to these characters after death. Kutner is always "Kutner," never just "House's dead fellow" or rarely "our dead colleague." Amber is often referred to as "Wilson's dead girlfriend." Kutner is his own person, Amber rhetorically gets reduced to an object belonging to a man.

In conclusion: sexism operates structurally, which can make it hard to identify! And one of the funny effects of contemporary fandom doing so much good work to un-fridge women and give marginalized female characters richer personalities and more chances to grow is that canon's intended message of sexism gets obscured. Which, is awesome? Keep up the good work! Let's make misogyny unintelligible 🎉

[stobotnikworld]

Agent Stone's Real Name - Revealed and Easter Egg Story in Stobotnik Livestream

A Name Revealed

Agent Stone's real name is Nate.

On the 'Livestream' deleted scenes, Natebot_obx gifts Robotnik's TikTok three roses. TikTok gifts have to be purchased by real people, and manually sent by real people. Bots can't do that.

Agent Stone was also the only one mass-liking Robotnik's livestream to get it to 10,000 likes. 10,000 likes on TikTok is not a lot when you count repeatedly to 100 as you tap.

(However, you can use bots for this for speed. Bear this in mind for now.)

Agent Stone's Bots With Hidden Messages

The commenting 'viewers' are clearly bots - they post Lorum Ipsum paragraphs (which is standard for blog/website/document templates), and the only 'real' sounding comment is the sexy Eggman sticker repeatedly sent by TouchMeThere665.

The commenting 'viewers' have suggestive usernames, and if you swap the first letter of Nate and Rob's first names it spells Rate Nob.

Agent Stone was the only one mass-liking Robotnik's live video to get it to 10,000 likes, therefore 'rating his nob.' It follows that the commenters are all Stone's bots.

Usernames: BBlootin, EggzoneUltra, FrankTheBarbarian, FunnyArmo818, Lick, MagruderMan, MyDadIsAWerewolf, RoboFan72X, SiegeOblivion, SnackyJosh, TapTheMapps, TBastyFlames, TouchMeThere665, XRandocalRissian,

BBlootin - Bloot is Italian for blooper. Bloot is also Afrikaans for bare*, Dutch for naked.* Bloot is also Arabic for blue. B might stand for blue - as is in Blue Blootin (like naked blogging requests.) *Actually in many languages it means bare or naked.

FunnyArmo818 - Decode the hidden word by changing the numbers to letters. 818 reveals HAH, or by shifting the letters one back GAG. Armo is an anagram of Amor, which is Spanish for love. It is also the ancient Roman god of love, Cupid. Roam means to travel without purpose or direction.

Scots Law - A delay in bringing a claim.

MyDadIsAWerewolf - A reference to Robotnik being Stone's sugar daddy, in the fans eyes. Also a reference to Sonic 2, where Robotnik 'howls' for ul-ul-ulllltimate power. However, what the real power Eggman always seeks is freedom and the ability to create a better world, so he can live his life in peace. Thought to destroy is to create - 'a man will destroy what a man loves.' A reference also to Robotnik and Stone fanart prior to Sonic 3, where they howled for each other like wolves when separated.

RoboFan72x - Decode the hidden word by changing the numbers to letters. 72 reveals GB, and X is 24. The 24th could have been the original Great Britain release date.

TBastyFlames - A Basty is an evil spirit or goblin in Turkish mythology, which rides on people's chests while they sleep and brings nightmares, crushing the air from their lungs until they wake. A reference to Basim's nightmares in Assassin's Creed: Mirage (played by Majdoub.) A Basty has shapeshifting abilities (like a werewolf), mainly targets females and can transform into a cat, a dog, a snake and a fox. (Three of these are already in Sonic, if Biggs is introduced, although Sonic says meow? in film one, so he could be considered the cat in dream logic. Gerald could be considered the snake.)

TouchMeThere665 - Decode the hidden word, by changing the numbers to letters. 665 reveals FFE, which is backwards for EFF (the F word hidden.) Old-school privacy was shifting letters sideways; 775 spells GGE or EGG backwards. So, TouchMeThereEgg - backwards referring to from behind. The user wants EGG to F them from behind.

XRandocalRissian - Randocal means random in Italian. So 'Random Russian.'

Conclusion:

So Nate is clearly trying to attract 'Eggman' by saying that he's laying himself bare for him, that he wants to be naked (or see Eggman naked), that he's blue and that he's asking for Eggman to touch him there, and fuck him from behind. That Rob is the Basty in his nightmare-plagued dreams, and he wakes unable to breathe as he sees premonitions of evil - a cat, a dog, a snake and a fox - that he can't protect him from.

He fears these as they will bring evil. Evil to him is destroying Eggman, which has already happened.

[ckret2]

I've said that I'm not gonna make codes a required part of reading the fic, and I stand by that—the most complicated thing the fic's ever gonna require you to do is read backwards—but would anybody be interested in code solving as a bonus outside the fic?

If so anything I offered for decoding would be something that's gonna show up translated later on in the fic anyway or else I'd provide the solution elsewhere, so anyone who doesn't want to play will still eventually get the full message.

[iminseriousdebt]

GENLOSS RAMBLE

Heyo! This is a little ramble I needed to make before the founders cut comes out!  yipee!

(GENERATION LOSS SPOILERS)

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So we can see in the above images the methods Showfall Media is using to control gl!Sneeg gl!Charlie and gl!Ranboo, they use an already pre-existing technology called an Electroencephalogram (EEG). Now this technology has been in use for decades, and essentially how it works is that it uses electrodes placed onto your scalp combined with a conductive gel to measure the electrical activity in your brain, these electrical signals are usually referred to as “brain waves” and these brainwaves can be subdivided into four categories, Gamma (greater than 30 Hz), Beta (13-30 Hz), Alpha (8-12 Hz), Theta (3.5-7.5 Hz), and Delta (0.1-3.5 Hz)

These different brainwaves are generally assosiated with different emotions, awareness levels, brain activities, etc. Now if Showfall Media has installed these onto sneeg, charlie, and ranboo, that means they have access to their thoughts and feelings, but brainscanning isn’t an absolute precise device, it still takes a lot of human effort and time to properly interpret the brainwaves. If Showfall somehow had a tool to easily interpret the signals they could much more easily operate, say, a live show. Lucky for them there is already a real life solution to this problem, kinda.

Its called Brain Generative Pre-Training Transformer, or BrainGPT for short.  What its goal is, is to act as an assist tool for human neurologists to use in real neuroscience cases and case studies, what it does is it uses a Large Language Model (LLM) full of pre-existing human research papers and other neuroscience knowledge too vast for human comprehension. And whenever a neurologist hands BrainGPT a prompt, (such as anomalous finding or to asses the fields understanding of a certain topic) , “would generate likely data patterns reflecting its current synthesis of the scientific literature”  (braingpt.org)

Now in regards to Generation Loss, what this means is that Showfall Media potentially has acces to this sort of technology, and would be able to use it in the production of their shows, now BrainGPT has a good way to go before its widely avalable. But in the genloss au, it can be far into development at this point, and be available for companies to use in whatever way they see fit.

Now reading and decoding brain signals is one thing, but to mind control someone is far beyond what is capable today, but Showfall Media has somehow developed technology to do so, the way I’m guessing they did it is that they produced certain brainwaves from the electrodes on the actors heads to give them the emotional reactions they needed for the show. I can’t exactly get into the technical stuff cause I’m not a neurologist, but its just a hunch on how I think they did it.

As for the mind controlling devices themselves, I feel there’s a more subtextual reason as to why those objects in particular are chosen as the devices that are central to the show’s operation. Ranboo’s mask has been a heavy emphasis throughout Gen 1 TSE,

Its been a central figure in not only generation loss’ marketing, but also ranboo’s marketing, because when you think of ranboo one of the first things that pops up is the mask, atleast in the wider public’s eye.

But these general associations not only exist with Ranboo, with Slimcicle you usually think of the wide brim glasses, with Sneeg its his backwards cap, and this is with the other cast members too when their introduced on the spinning carousel in episode 2. Furthermore, with Niki it’s that’s she's just so nice, with Austin its that he’s just a gay guy,  and with Vinny and Ethan these associations don’t really exist. So, with Vinny he's just the “hoarder”, and Ethan isn't even introduced. And then there's Jerma, who is relinquished to a goofy character with a weird voice and a strange sense of humour which sort of fits his public image.

But what I wanna mention with Ranboo’s mask specifically is that with the three images shown on the genloss twitter of the control devices, sneeg’s is just a hat, like theres nothing special about it, just a hat with electrodes on it, when you take it off he’s completely in control of himself. But, with charlie’s it’s a good bit harder to just take it off. His glasses are drilled into his skull connected to electrodes which are also implanted in his skull, with an additional feature of a speaker in his jaw. But if you remove the glasses, there would be a lot of bleeding and his vision would be impaired, but he would still be a free man.

But with Ranboo, poor, poor, Ranboo… Like Charlie, they have electrodes implanted on to their brain connected to a switch on the back of their skull (which also may or may not also be connected to their spine, idk its hard to tell). These sprout wires that thread through the mask and lead into their throat, and the mask piece itself is sewn shut onto their SKIN.

Now this makes me wonder, why is Ranboo so heavily guarded when the other are (relatively) easy to set free? Is it because Ranboo is an integral part of the show and therefore high risk? Is it because Showfall needed extra resources for the chat to be able to control them?... Or is it because Ranboo tried to escape so many times before that they were forced to disfigure them to such an extreme degree, and yet somehow, SOMEHOW, they are able to resist, whether it be tapping SOS on their hand when they're on full control mode or shanking a Showfall employee with a dagger, Ranboo, Resists. But Showfall will never let them leave. Or they will? Idk founders cut hasn’t come out yet as of writing this, anyway ramble over. You can leave now.

[hhighkey]

Decode // Chapter Fourteen, Sunday Morning

Dracule Mihawk (opla) x OC (female)

Rating: mature

Story Contains: live action characters, related and non-related one piece plots, unspecified religion, OC is a nun on sabbatical, trauma, violence, age gap (40 v 23), insecurities and self doubts, possessive / protective behavior, kidnapping, true loves, eventual smut

Note: second to last chapter I've decided! pretty sure yall been waitin for this one hehehe que smut (feel like sorta got awkward tho at the end? sorta off my writing grind lately) ***ALSO yall i’ve now started to post this fic on my AO3 xxxx

Masterlist

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It was a Sunday morning when Sabine trekked her way up to the Monastery. The Holy Day, it felt ironic in a sense when she realized it after leaving behind the Going Merry. Nostalgia, familiarity, sorrow laced with minor bouts of happiness hit her as she passed by the familiar sights, the sounds, the scents that had been a piece of her for so long. The small stores they frequented for candles and fabrics, sometimes sweets. The lilac field and how its wisps engulfed her, tears pricked at her eyes. 

But it was the sight of the front gates. Then of the cemetery she had to pass. Of all the statues she’d come to memorize, each tile along the pathways and their dozens of cracks. The thorny rose bushes. The lines of laundry out to dry. 

It felt as if she were coming off this great high, seemingly never ending until the doubt crept in. Mixtures of good and bad memories, the emotions raw within her as she approached. Seeing the very same windows and balconies she used to stare out from, imagining a life beyond the walls. The very same walls she allowed herself to walk back within. A tightening, coiling in her chest made it feel like the air was taken right from her lungs at the realization. 

Her heart was set. For she knew it had been long ago. Yet it was her brain that reeled, trying to make excuses to go back to the Sisterhood. It was safe, she knew it well, and she could give up her autonomy over her body and mind for good. Let herself only think of her duty, it would be easy. Right?

“My child.” The matriarch stood just inside the main doors. 

The musk of the ancient hall, the emptiness of it and all its dust, hit her full force. A heavy fog of remembrance, that the floral smell of an old dying woman that could never be masked, would be her fate. Her stomach lurched, a sinking sensation settling in. Sabine’s voice was stuck in her throat as she approached. 

“Sister,” Sabine smiled warmly, “It’s good to see you.”

“You look well.” The elderly woman replied, “I’m not surprised, perhaps disappointed.”

“What do you mean?”

Sabine then noticed the bag at the matriarch of the Monastery’s feet. The very same bag Sabine had on her when she was brought to these doors all those years ago. 

She sucked in a sharp breath as her heart hammered in her chest, suddenly beating out of tune. “Why do you have that?”

“You don’t belong here Miss Oakes. But you are dutiful, loyal, I’m worried you’d stay even if it sucked the life from you.”

“I…” She faltered. Nothing came out as she reopened her mouth, a stuttering within her brain on how to continue. 

Sabine had rehearsed great speeches during the walk. During her sleepless night on the boat, thinking what to do, what to say. Every outcome on repeat, her imagining the worse possible outcomes. Imagining trying to leave the Monastery and being trapped, being forced into a religious manic state to keep her pliant. How convincing sermons and prayers of everyone acting as one could be. It became her nightmare. 

Did it mean she wanted to leave? 

“Do not bend over backwards to convince yourself of reasons to stay.” 

Sabine teared up as a cacophony of emotion bore down on her, churned its way up through her belly and up her throat. She choked back a whimper, turning her head so to hide her glistening eyes.

“I can’t just– I can’t walk away, not after all…” Her voice broke off, “You’re right. I hated every second here, while I loved my sabbatical, as crazy as it was.” 

A moment of pure joy blossomed in her chest. Like a rose in bloom, its red petals bright and full. Lovely. As if her consciousness was released of yet another worry. First the demon of her nightmares being vanquished. And now her decision. Having to push away the thoughts of letting down those she cared for within the Sisterhood. What would the loss of one nun be in the grand scheme of things?

“Good.” The matriarch smiled warmly, “While you will no longer be an active nun, I urge you to keep your habits, keep your love for your Sisters here. It was a strange world as you know. Stranger that I had Cardinal Joseph reaching out to me, granting you a title within the church permanently for all you have done. And if you want back in well? Aren’t we supposed to be for the lost and wary?”

It meant the world. Sabine grinned, a laughter bubbling up from her throat. Even Cardinal Joseph knew she needed out! Allowed her the option of safety to have safe havens within those associated with the church, knowing she could continue to declare herself a nun with no consequences if stuck in a jam. After the betrayal of her father as a child, she supposed she would always be guarded, dealing with the trauma it wreaked on her very depths she was not aware of. She supposed things would never work out in the way they did in stories, that she wouldn’t get the joyous ending she so wanted, just one of simplistic measures. While a life at the Monastery would not have been complete misery, Sabine only saw it as a prison compared to the opportunities ahead of her. 

“Would you like to hear about everything that happened on Angelica Island?” Sabine asked, unable to wipe the grin from her face. The corners of her eyes crinkled to match the matriarch’s as they headed to her office to catch up over tea.

-

Had the sun ever shone that brightly before?

Sabine did not think so. Not when she’d been out hours prior thinking she was going back to her jail, the place that had slowly sucked the light from her. The answer had been there in front of her the moments Luffy and then Mihawk came into her life. While she now walked away from the Monastery for herself, she could not have been more appreciative for those that helped her see it. 

It was bittersweet, it probably always would be. But as she’d walked the once intimate halls of the Monastery she felt like a ghost. A spirit stuck in time waiting for its chance to move on. And she knew if she’d stay, she’d wallow, she’d descend into something darker. Because those walls felt haunted, reminders of her past and the things that were still raw. Of her mother and of her despicable father. Of the abandonment and resentment that festered she did not realize until standing in her old room, seeing the empty bed and closet. It would go to another. 

Life was moving on. And it was time for her to do so as well. 

The matriarch had given her a bundle of supplies, of a few maps and directions on the next steps she could take. A list with a few names, then a letter to the owner of the Bed&Breakfast of the small town she’d passed through to arrive. 

It was a nervous excitement that churned in her stomach, though she couldn’t deny the fear as well. She’d be foolish not to be uneasy, this new season of her life had no end date like the sabbatical. Sabine no longer considered the Monastery her fallback plan. It couldn’t be!

She felt a shift as she drew closer to town, the perimeter’s stone walls overridden with vines and sprawling flowers. As she came to the bottom of the hill the road weaved along, coming to the entrance her brain tried to catch up with what she was seeing.

Sabine came to a halt, time at a stand still around her. A euphoric quiet, the sounds of the quaint town coming to a hold. Her heart hammered in her chest as her stomach erupted in a fluttering swarm of butterflies. A choked cry of emotion came from her lips as she broke out into a grin, the ring she kept around her neck felt like it burned beneath her dress. 

Without a care in the world she flung herself into his arms, bag dropping to the grass. Because she knew he’d catch her. And he did, his familiar scent enveloping her once again after months apart. 

There in Mihawk’s arms Sabine let out a relieved laugh, squeezing her arms that wrapped around his neck. His hands firm on her waist. Electric tingles shot through her nerves, her veins feeling full of an overwhelming joy that threatened to burst at the seams. 

Their grips on the other loosened as they pulled back enough for their gazes to connect in a fiery bond. His golden eyes entranced her. Stomach in knots. Passion surged through Sabine as she reacted. 

On the tips of her toes, cupping his face in her hands Sabine pressed her lips to his. A barrage of fireworks set off inside the two as their lips moved with fervor, in disbelief that this had finally come to fruition. As if their souls intertwined as heat erupted beneath her skin, as her insides fluttered furiously. His grip on her was like he could lose her any moment, tight and to his chest. Their hearts beating in turn, quick as their pulses hiked as emotion swirled around them.

“How?” She asked in awe as they broke apart. Her breathing heavy.

“I promised after your sabbatical I would come and find you. I imagine you’ve made a decision?” He replied warmly, clearly insinuating the kiss, how effortlessly she’d pulled him into her as she could wait no longer. 

Sabine flushed pink, suddenly embarrassed of her brash actions, “Oh sorry about that, got excited.” 

He placed a kiss atop of her head, cupping her jaw to force her to look up at him. How cute her bright pink cheeks were, eyes glassy and wide. “Tell me of your time whilst we’ve been apart. Tell me all about your decision, all that went into it.” 

And she did so with renewed vigor, gripping his arm as they walked to town, afraid he would disappear at any moment. Was this truly real? Truly happening to her? How attentively he listened to the adventures she had after their time together on the Island, carefully nodding, even tensing as she told him of close calls they suffered with other pirates. 

“I want you to know,” Sabine said, stopping as they reached the Bed&Breakfast, “that I made this decision for myself, for what I wanted and not for anyone else. You just happen to be an addition to which my heart belongs.”

Mihawk brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, her skin swarming to life from his touch. “I know, I admire that of you. My heart belongs to you as well, my dear, it had from the moment I laid eyes on you in that bar.” 

“Baratie seems like a life time ago.” She remembered some parts of it fondly, the rest not as much. “But to think, how much awaits me.” 

Mihawk’s heart ached, it felt to expand as he looked upon her shining face and all he felt was the overwhelming weight of love. Her endearing smile, eyes alit in glittering wonder, but it was the unwavering stance in her future that made him proud. Once a young woman unsure of what she wanted, or perhaps too scared to claim what she knew she needed; was now impenetrable in the future she would grasp. Mihawk only hoped she would continue to see one with him. 

“If you’ll have me by your side,” Mihawk said, voice low, “I would be honored.”

“Having a skilled swordsman might be helpful.” Sabine grinned as he chuckled from amusement. “I had plans for just myself, unsure of when we would meet. The matriarch gave me letters of places and people, but I suppose if you’d let me travel with you when safe, I would be very pleased. I have no goals for now besides to see the world and to be with you. I’m sure as time passes I’ll have more of an idea of where I want to dedicate myself.”

“It won’t always be safe to travel with me, but you’ll be safe in my home if you wish to stay there, or if I travel somewhere with a marine base I know you’ll be safe to wander to your heart’s content.”

“I was curious where you lived.” 

“I believe you’ll find it amenable.” 

Mihawk and Sabine paid for one room at the expansive Victorian style home of the Bed&Breakfast, it was on the second floor in one of the far corners. It overlooked the sea as if sat on a jagged piece of land that sat just higher than the rest of the miniature town. The waves crashed along the rocky shoreline just north of where the small port resided, an even smaller marine base to match the amount of occupants on the island. 

It was a large room with renewed wooden floors and a fading pink wallpaper, old finishings and antique furniture. Quaint and clean, Sabine smiled to herself as her fingers ran along the linen curtains with embroidered daisies as she peered out the wide window. 

As she looked to Mihawk, who stood in his glory as he carefully placed Yoru at bedside, Sabine was suddenly filled with nerves. A pleasurable yet painful fluttering that made it hard to think as heat pooled in her core. This time being alone with him in a hotel room felt different, drastic from the weeks they shared one on Angelica Island. Of course it was different, she thought, so much had changed. She had changed. And no longer would she be scared of what she wanted as it was steps away from her. 

And it seemed Mihawk had the same line of thought. He was on her in moments, grasping her waist and pulling her into him. Lips searing on hers, lightheadedness tickled the back of her mind as her knees wobbled. 

Sabine’s back met the soft bed, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She stared up at him with stars in her eyes, warm anticipation settling in her chest. Butterflies swarmed her stomach, excitement pooled in her core, so pleasurable and new that it overwhelmed her senses. She could hardly think straight as she was desperate to grasp Mihawk as he stood above her. 

He stripped himself of his jacket and shirt with ease. How handsome he was in her eyes as he did so gracefully, a sheen of sweat at her hairline as she watched him. Reveling in his chiseled muscles that made her marvel. Her body was alive in every sense. She yearned for him in a way she had never experienced before and she thought she understood wanting someone. For how she missed him had been so consuming during their time apart, she did not think another emotion would control her as this did. 

Their lips found each other as if they needed the other to breathe. Mihawk moved to carefully hover above her, holding the side of her face in one of his hands whilst the others bore his weight, planted above her head. Their hips slotted together as her legs wrapped around his waist, she could feel his hardened groin against her. 

“Mihawk.” She breathed heavily as they broke apart for just a second. His lips went to claim hers once more but stopped. His golden irises peered at her intensely. “I’ve not done this…” 

Realization flashes over his face, cheeks redding ever so slightly. “Right- a nun’s vows, permanent or not.” He remembered. “Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes. More than anything.”

He stole the breath from her lungs as their mouths slammed back together with a desperation only the other could quench. Sabine wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close as physically possible, her entrapped between his forearms, stuck between the bed and his muscled chest. She saw stars as she let out a whine, pure want wracked through her and it was becoming too much. Dizzied. Heart racing. A high pitched whine escaped her. 

Mihawk pulled back, eyes dark as he grazed a hand along her cheek. His fingers pulled at the fabric she adorned. “Your clothes, dear, may I take them off?”

She nodded in agreement, then he swiftly pulled her dress over her head. Immediately her arms went to cover herself atop her bra but as his lips descended onto her neck, moving to her collarbone, the tickle of his beard and soft words against her skin; she let him remove it too. 

Every touch had her on fire. Every stroke and every kiss felt like she was drowning in a vast pool of molten lava as Mihawk worked his way down. Oh how right this felt as he pulled off her panties, kissing her inner thighs. Though nerves flitted in her ribcage, she felt safe with him, certain of this path more than ever before. 

“Do you want me to keep going, dove?” 

“Yes, please.” She responded immediately, blood rushing to her cheeks as she watched him dropping back to his knees between hers. To be bare in front of a man like this, made her flush and her mind race. But Mihawk was shirtless, his slacks discarded as well, how lovingly his golden irises stared up at her; she felt reassured.

Every inch of her skin shuddered beneath his continuous touches, how his fingers drew slow and teasing circles along her thighs only to stop along her creases as her breathing quickened. Sabine squirmed, heat pooling in her loins as she tried to wade through the new feelings that erupted within. 

Mihawk liked how she begged, loved it really; a shiver went down his spine as his name rolled lustfully off her tongue. He was building her up but his patience was thinning, for how he was desperate to taste her, to claim her as wetness pooled at her entrance.

His eyes flickered up to hers one last time, checking to see if any doubt clouded them, but there was not. Only awe as she waited for him to continue. “I’ll take care of you my love, don’t be afraid to stop me.” She seemed to relax at that, Mihawk couldn’t hold back any longer as his tongue ran across his bottom lip. 

Sabine’s taste intoxicated him, the sound of her cries ignited a flame within. His tongue danced circles over her swollen clit, studying how she reacted to every movement. The fervent moans reaching his ears was like music, it spurred him on as a low groan built in his chest. He burrowed his tongue inside her, swirling and sucking so he could hear her pleas. And when his first finger breached her walls, she gasped, hand shooting down to grasp his other, she gripped onto him any where she could as he pumped his middle finger in and out. 

Any further composure she had melted as he sucked harshly on her clit, adding another finger inside of her. She gasped as her vision turned spotted, her hips involuntarily rocking against his hand for more. More. She needed him as her lungs filled with air, though never feeling quite enough. Mihawk curved his knuckles that hit a spot that made her cry out, a shudder overtaking her whole body. She was sure she was seeing Heaven as he stretched her out adding another finger, a fresh pain turning to rapture as his name rolled off her tongue. 

“Mihawk!” She practically sobbed as a wave cascaded over her, as her loins snapped and an orgasm wracked through her. A blissful moment where all she saw was stardust, all she could breathe was his name. 

He helped her come down, carefully kissing along her thighs, cooing sweet words she hadn’t known him capable of. How he captured her in a heated kiss, his tongue pressing past her lips to claim her. Her body jerked and writhed against him, the haze finally disappearing from her head so she could see him clearly. Golden eyes held her own, her chest seized with emotions of love. 

“Tell me if it gets too much.” Mihawk kissed her forehead before he stripped himself of his boxers. It was his last layer between them as he situated himself between her legs. His cock was long and girthy, he fisted it in one hand with slow strokes as he admired her. The sheen of sweat along her skin, her blissed out face with wet lashes, eyes swirling with lust. 

His cockhead prodded at her glistening entrance, letting it run up and down her folds leaving her gasping with each touch. Eventually he lined his tip up with her after she begged him not to torture her, grunting as he entered her. 

Sabine was a whimpering mess as the first fourth of his cock was swallowed by her constricting walls. A dull ache deep in her core by the sudden intrusion, she grit her teeth, nails dug into his biceps to ground herself. Her head spun as she wound tighter and tighter, before she snapped and pleasure hit her. It felt like he was splitting her in two, like she was standing on the edge of the world waiting to spill over from the pleasure that slammed into her. But it was him that pulled her back, pulled her back to reality as his cock dragged out of her velvet walls and pushed back in. 

She moaned, breathless as she half heartedly begged for more, unsure if she could even take more. Lashes fluttered furiously as she saw stars, as she did not think she could take the pressure and pleasure that built up. The static in her lower tummy, the spurred emotions that flit through, the practical pain that made her cry out. How it built and built, and built. 

A mindless smile was plastered on her lips. Her fingers grazed along every inch of his skin, every inch that was available, making her insides flutter. To see him like this, clothes off, their bodies intertwined, their souls as one made her feel on fire; an all consuming one she wished to never go out.

Sabine’s eyes were half lidded the further, the harder her fucked her, uncaring for her pleas to slow down. His hips moved as he was needy, as she was needy, as their moans intertwined and their bodies did too. Mihawk readjusted himself between her legs, slamming harder against her pelvis, causing his thick cock to hit parts of her she did not know existed. For he was so deep that her mind exploded, her limbs erupted in goosebumps, eyes rolled back into her head, and she writhed against him. Breathless cries falling from her lips. Half moon marks along his skin from where her nails dug. 

“Take me, my love.” Mihawk breathed unsteadily. Oh how he knew he would live for every reaction, every gasp, every jerk of her body. Nothing would ever impact him the way this did, becoming one with Sabine. His grunts, his moans, it was all for her. 

Their lips meshed in a desperate fashion, like the other would die if separated. Sabine felt herself approaching a high once again, incessant gooey pleasure spreading throughout. A coil tightening. Vision blurring. Mihawk relished in the sight of her like this; beautiful, naked, flushed, and crying out for him. His cock fucking into her depths, disappearing each time their hips flushed as one.

Mihawk gripped her hips as he readjusted her legs, pushing them so her ankles upwards towards her head. She gasped. He was deeper than before, she let out a shuddering sob as her fingers gripped his biceps harder. Sabine cried out nonsense as a wave overtook her, as it slammed against her bringing her beneath it. Her second orgasm consumed her, snatching the air from her lungs like she was drowning in it. Mihawk picked up the pace as she pulsed around him, cunt all swollen and tight as he swore he was seeing white, his own high closing in. Cock twitching, several long thrusts, he let out a few grunts, profanity slipping past his lips as he crushed his mouth back onto hers. He cradled her from how he laid on top supporting himself. Her legs limply circled around his waist as his cock released within her, filling her up. 

Vulnerability shone in her eyes. Lips red, parted as they focused in on his face. Mihawk kissed her forehead, slowly nuzzling down to reach her lips. A gasp escaped her as she felt his cock pull out of her. He listened to the rapidness of her pulse, of how her heart hammered in her breast as her chest heaved up and down. How that in his arms it began to lull, she found solace and comfort in him, which made his own chest fill with an unfounded emotion, something that felt so strong yet he could never put a word to it. He held her, and she held onto him, as if they could be separated at a moment’s notice. 

“Sabine?” His deep voice sent shudders down her spine. 

A pink flush came over her, a sense of embarrassment flaring inside as she could not bring herself to meet his gaze. Realizing they lay naked, of the things they did– she felt no regret, but worry, of insecurity towards herself as if she were baring more than her naked body. Sabine moved to cover her breasts as they shifted. 

“You are beautiful.” He murmured huskily, as if able to read her thoughts. 

Sabine was certain her face was bright red. But she still melted into his hold, basking in how her skin erupted in goosebumps as his lips fanned along the skin between her neck and collarbone. The neatly trimmed hairs of his beard made her giggle, “I suddenly feel… shy. Perhaps I should go clean myself-”

“Let me help.” It was as if she would go nowhere without him. Like it was his duty to see to her afterwards and it made her insides bubble, a strangeness that she had not expected from a man. 

She had no experience with this, nor did anyone at the Monastery talk about it if they did. Apparently foolishly she thought when the actual actions of sex were done the man and woman just… went on their own ways as if it had not happened. Sabine had never seen her parents be intimate in the sense of kisses or hugs. So the fact Mihawk did not seem to want to move past sex, but to bask in it as he cared for her was almost too much for her pour heart! Everything felt warm, her extremities tingling all the way from her toes to the top of her head. 

That was how she found herself in a bath with him; a large porcelain tub with steaming water and the washroom fogging with the scent of lavender. There with her back to his chest as the soapy water covered her breasts, listening to the constant rhythm of his heart, their fingers intertwined. Her head rested back, lashes fluttering as she craned her neck just so to gaze at him. Defined cheekbones, striking eyes, his full lips calling to her… 

“You’re certain you want me?” The words slipped past Sabine’s lips before she could catch herself. 

He did not miss a beat. “Yes. I meant the words I said then and I continue to mean them now. You have become the very thing my heart beats for, allow me to care for you always.”

And she knew he did mean them, for his actions showed it louder than any words could. How he became a constant. How he cared for her, how she showed up for her, never did he leave any room for true uncertainty to creep in. She realized even the months they were apart, she had never once doubted that they would be reunited. That he would find her no matter what sea she was in or which island she were on. 

Sabine turned hesitantly in the water, bracing her hands on his chiseled chest and planted her lips to his. 

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posted: february 20 2025

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I have thoughts about the Tiktok JK deleted

<<I realise its a few days ago now and you might be wondering 'what tiktok?' but I've been writing in snatches when I have a few minutes so it took a while. Anyway, here it is...>>

A few posts I've read have suggested JK did the silly>sexy Tiktok challenge backwards. That he did sexy>silly instead. That he was being random and funny.

I disagree.

What he did was unexpected, a little left of centre, and for the people who can read subtext, not random at all but very very clever.

I'll tell you why, (It may not be what you think) but first I need to vent about two things:

1. Give the man some credit. He knows what he's doing.

There are some who love JK but who see him as a naive innocent. He is not. He isn't a child or a himbo.

Saying he did the challenge just because it's trending, and he reversed the order of the content for a bit of a joke, is insulting to him as an artist. It would suggest he has no forethought or understanding of himself or his (global) audience, and his decisions are made on impulse with no idea of the consequences.

He's very intelligent and has plenty of experience with digital media and creating content. Besides being involved in producing complex visual narratives as part of BTS for the last ten years, he has directed and produced seven highly polished and professional GFC videos. And don't forget the MVs for Life Goes On. For the October issue of Vogue Korea he took on the role of Creative Director. That's a pretty big deal. So we can assume he knows what he's doing.

If he produces content in a particular way, it's because it enables him to communicate what he wants to communicate.

2. You may not understand the message. That doesn't mean there's nothing to understand.

A heads up to people who can't work it out... your inability to grasp meaning doesn't equate to 'no meaning exists'. Suggesting that people who recognise what he's doing are reaching or delusional is an insult to both the audience who can read this situation, and to Jungkook, who is sharing his message.

Consider a system of writing you can't decode. Lack of comprehension doesnt mean the writing is meaningless, it means you don't understand the language.

Even if you believe you understand what's being said, please recognise that context may play a role too, that it could reveal a richer and deeper message. Don't just assume the easiest (laziest) interpretation is correct.

(You may have guessed, someone suggested I was 'behaving like the cult' when I pointed out that JK's tiktok was more than being funny ... and now I'm mad 🤣)

Vent over. Now back to he topic at hand...

💜💛

What was he was really doing? And why is it not at all random?

Let's take a step back to recall what army has been saying about this...

Almost every interpretation i read suggests he reversed the order (silly>sexy becomes sexy>silly). The reason given is that his tiktok only makes sense if the order is reversed, and this idea is backed up by the caption saying "I go the other way".

But the 'reversed order' theory is based on a hereronormative perspective of what's sexy (and a stereotypical perspective of silly.)

So consider the content of his tiktok from a queer point of view...

For a man in a relationship with another man, the idea that he's with all those women is silly.

It's silly to believe he's got a girlfriend - or several. It's silly to think the womens' names in the song are relevant to him.

He posted this tiktok at a time when he's releasing music that fits the western pop norm of boy + girl, and when rumours of him dating several women at once are rife. The timing is not a coincidence and nor is the choice of background song for this.

All these assumptions and rumours are pretty silly, JK is telling us.

Now let's talk about the second part, the sexy part. Yes it may look silly on the surface, but we have seen him and Jimin make dorky faces at one another when they're flirting. It seems to be the visual equivalent of calling Jimin 'Jiminssssi'.

It's just another way they create distance and avoid 'getting caught'.

Maybe sexy for Jungkook actually is lying on the couch in your sweatpants making corny faces at your boyfriend.

Remember that he puts out 'stereotypical sexy' on command as part of his job so maybe that doesn't feel very sexy to him. Maybe that's work.

In my view (I know this is subject to interpretation) they've been together for years now. This is not the first flush of love. When you've been with a partner for a while, sex is (hopefully) more fun and less serious. Maybe it's about having the confidence to be wholly unselfconscious.

(My partner makes a Pepé Le Pew face at me when he's goofing. No, i don't know why either... 🤣🤷)

But wait, what about that caption?

What about 난반대로 간다?

My beautiful Korean friend (who sadly has zero interest or care about jikook) confirmed the literal translation:

"I go the other way"

"I take the opposite direction".

It's not "it goes the other way" or "this goes the opposite direction". He's referring specifically to HIMSELF.

Jungkook goes the other way.

But it's more than that according to my friend.

It's a bold statement:

"I don't follow the mainstream."

It reminds me of his tattoo ...

RATHER BE DEAD THAN COOL

He doesn't do things just because everyone else is doing them.

"I don't follow the mainstream."

OK. HOLD UP.

This is where it gets interesting.

Then why would he do something as mainstream as a trending tiktok challenge? Especially something as vapid as this challenge?

And why would he tell us DURING that Tiktok challenge that he DOESN'T follow the mainstream?

And then delete it.

Creating content takes time.

And we know he's a busy man.

He's about to release an album. He's doing live performances. He's prerecording for music shows. He's overseas right now... for the fourth time in a month! Does he have time for this??

And he DELETED it...

Did he just WASTE all that time?

No, he did not.

He deliberately chose to do this.

He did it knowing ARMY studies every action, every video, and every media release.

He did it knowing ARMY would already have copied the video before he took it off his profile.

He said on Stationhead that he knows ARMY has it, and is sharing and posting it. He's FINE with that.

So he took the time to create and upload that video. He wants it out there.

He just doesn't want it on HIS page. That's an important part of the story.

So lets go back to the caption.

"I take the opposite direction"

"I go the other way"

"I don't follow the mainstream."

*Said boldly* remember. It's a loud statement, captioning an otherwise pointless very mainstream trending challenge.

So if he's not referring to tiktok itself, or to uploading challenges, what could he be referring to?

...

...

There's only one thing left: Himself.

I take the opposite direction

I go the other way

I don't follow the mainstream

Essentially... I swing the other way.

There's no way a queer man would make that statement and not fully recognise the message he's sending.

As for deleting the video, I'd say he knew it was too risky to leave on his profile, being a celebrity in Korea. He's managing his brand. Deleting it also gives him plausible deniability. He can say he made an error. As I said, he's very intelligent. He knows ARMY will see it and share it. He knows that those of us with a queer eye will hear the message loud and clear.

🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈 And we do hear it. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[succubusstarlight]

Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again || Gale Dekarios Angst

A/N: Hi lovies! Sorry I’ve been absent; I recently moved and started a new job that actually gives me hours so my weeks are going to be pretty busy. BUT! I am working on BTGoTM in any spare time I have. I have finished part 6 and am working on part 7 and hopefully both will be up by the end of the month. In the meantime, here is a small angsty story to keep my mind a little fresh and to give myself a break from The Moon. Inspired by the title, a song from Phantom of The Opera, I give you Gale angst. And I know this song is sung by Christine to her father but every time I hear it I imagine this- Love you all <3!

Warning: Angst, canon BG3 violence, mid writing, inserted lyrics. Mystra when I catch you- when I catch you Mystra- Mystra when I catch you-

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                Weeks of fighting and battling a cult was finally coming to an end. The stem of the Netherbrain was mere feet away from you, twitching with gross squelches. The sky above Baldur’s Gate was un-seeable, the smoke from the burning buildings covering the skyline. Your party and yourself were covered in blood and soot from flames that burned around you. Each of you were breathing heavily as you took a moment to collect yourself.

                Behind you, your lover spoke up. “Can you feel it? We’re almost there.” Gale took a stance next to you, a look in his eyes you couldn’t quite decode. “The brain… it’s high above the city now- far away from any innocents.” A pit formed in your stomach as his gaze turned to meet yours. “I can end this now- stop the Absolute and spare the city. The stage is set for my final act. Mystra’s bidding. And the redemption that lies beyond.”

                You quickly shook your head, grabbing his hand in yours. “What? No, Gale we’ve discussed this. I won’t allow you to sacrifice yourself for her. City be damned, I won’t lose you. We said we’d all do this together.” You smiled at him taking a small step towards the brain’s stem. “We started this journey together and now we’ll finish it together. Just as we promised.”

                He pulled you back towards him, a soft smile taking over his expression. “I am right where I need to be,” he moved in front of you, his back now facing the stem and yours to your party, “I have no right to ask more of you.” Your brows creased and it was then that a noise reached your ears.

                A soft humming was heard through the chaos of the burning Baldur’s Gate, and when you turned your head, what you saw was a white doorway. You had looked around, realizing the rest of your friends were gone and, in a panic, you turned back to your lover. “What’s going on.”

                “It’s time I spirited you to safety, for this is a fate I must face alone. There is an endless wonder out there. Infinite possibilities. Perhaps fate will bring us back together, before the universe dims.” Tears began to fall down your cheeks and you gripped his arms, not wanting to let go.

                You began to beg, vision blurring with tears as he moved his hands to cup your face. But as quickly as you began to plead, he silenced you. His soft lips meeting yours in sting of sadness, tears of his own beginning to fall along with yours.

                And it was with one final ‘I love you’ that you felt your body begin to fall backwards. Your tried to reach out, seeing the form of your lover become engulfed with white as the world around you change from the city to forest. He had transported all of you far away enough that the blast of the orb would do you no damage, but you could still see the city from the ledge you now collapsed onto. As well as the brain’s silhouette.

                “Soldier! There you are!” Karlach’s voice rang from behind you and echoed in your ears. All the noise around you echoed as you stared at the far-off city in disbelief and betrayal. She had continued to try and speak with you, her warm hands caressing your back before you roughly shoved at her.

                You let out panic cries as you ripped your satchels and pouches off, dumping out all of their contents in search of something-anything- that could get you back to the city. Incoherent pleases and begging fell from your lips.  And when a scroll of a flying spell hit the ground, your shaky hands quickly grabbed it, tearing the paper and letting the magic flow through your body.

Your friends let out panic cries as you launched yourself off the edge, the wind whipping your hair in your eye and the strands stuck to your wet face. Despite the magic, your armor weighed you down and you knew. You knew somewhere that you weren’t going to make it and the pit in your stomach grew bigger and bigger.

                And finally, in a bright and almost beautiful way, a purple light shown from the top of the brain. Its brightness growing in size before disappearing and re-erupting with a loud boom. Your cries were drowned out by the noise and your body shook in the air as the edge of the blast just barely hit your form.  You could only stare in a stunned silence, watching in shock as the brain and all the nautiloids around it fell to the ground and sea below. Crashing into the city and demolishing even more of its beautiful structures.

                Your body slowly lowed to the ground, and you fell to your knees, not even affected by how the rocks and jagged ground of the forest clanked into your armor. You were never going to make it. Hells, you were only a little way away from the cliff your party stood on, watching in horror and sadness as the brain was taken out by their beloved friend.

And you wails soon echoed to their ears as you fell onto your hands, your body violently shaking with sobs as you pleaded with for any God to bring him back.

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                “Up you go then, Gale. Best make this count… the whole world is watching.” Gale’s hand dug into the flesh of the brain’s stem as he hauled himself up to the crown.

                “Come to die? Come to kneels? Surrender and live-THRALL!” The voice of the Netherbrain echoed in his mind.

                “Thrall? No, I think you’re mistaken. My name is Gale of Waterdeep. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.” His form stood proudly in front of the Crown, though his eyes held a different expression. “Though our time together will be exceptionally brief. Farewell, and happy landings.”

                His eyes began to glow along with his hands as a dagger materialized from the Weave. He briefly sighed and gripped its handle, and with one final thought of his beloved, he plunged its blade into his chest. The sharp tip collided with the orb as he let out a cry of pain, driving it deeper with a disgusting squelch.

His final thought as his arms were violently stretched out? You. The image of your teary eyes staring into his with betrayal was the last thing he saw as his world erupted into bright lights of purple.

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                Months had passed since the defeat of the brain. The beautiful green of trees and forests had fallen off as a cold blew through the city of Baldurs Gate with winter. The soft plush of the snow crunched beneath the feet of a hero as they somberly made their way through the darkening streets. The clouds covered the sky as even more snow fell from them, sticking to the hooded cloak that dawned the hero’s back.

                The city had quieted down as the sun set behind the dark clouds, leaving the streets in a quiet peace. Only a few people scattered the walkways, those closing shops or leaving the various taverns that finally decided to kick them out. Besides that, all the city was peaceful. The glow of the various streetlamps lighting the perfect path through the streets

                Soft hums sounded from the hero’s lips as they passed through the main city square. They stopped and turned to look at a statue that stood proudly in the center of said square. Its completion was recent, being built soon after the battle for the City was won.

The hero that was depicted was different from the one that stared at it. Even made of stone, the hair of the man looked soft and the spell in his hand was one to burn forever. A beautiful purple illuminating the plaque that was displayed on the base.

Gale Dekarios

Who gave his life for the citizens of Fearun

May his soul rest in peace

Hero of Baldur’s Gate

                Tears fell down cold red cheeks as the hero still standing turned away, continuing their walk to their true destination. It hadn’t taken them long to reach it as they soon came face to face with the tall gate the opened to the cemetery. They creaked open, stiff and frozen from the cold and snow that continued to powder the world.

You were once my one companion

You were all that mattered

You were once a friend and lover

Then my world was shattered

                The hero let out a shaky breath as they crossed under the gate, wiping the never-ending tears from their frozen cheeks. The only sound that was heard was the wind and the crunch of their footsteps as they made their way past a plethora of stones, each holding meaning to different people. But nothing to them.

Wishing you were somehow here again

Knowing that I never would

Dreaming of you won’t help me to do

All that you dreamed I could

As they went deeper into the site, the headstones grew bigger, a few smaller monuments and sculptures for those who could afford it. All dark stone coated in a plush white. The hums continued as their body started to shiver, the cold finally seeping through their cloak and boots.

Passing bells and sculpted angels

Cold and monumental

Seem, for you, the wrong companion

You were warm and gentle

Another gate stood in front of them, a soft blue shining from the bars in a tell-tale sign of a magic lock. With shaky hands, they held their palm to the keyhole, a soft glow emitting from it before a click rang out and the doors creaked opened. Behind it, a building with another set of glowing doors, angelic statues standing proud on each side to guard what it held inside.

Too many years

Fighting back tears

Why can’t the past

Just die?

As the hero unlocked the tomb doors and made their way inside, they finally broke. Falling to their knees, whining as their bones met the cold hard floor. Their sobs echoed through the tomb, echoing through their own ears as they held their hands to their chest. Hiccups racked their body, and they couldn’t tell which was making them shake more, the cold or sadness that ripped through their soul. Perhaps neither was good for them.

They tried their best to speak through their cries. “I-I wish you were here again. I wish I could at least say goodbye. You were supposed to be here with me! We were supposed to save the city together. She didn’t deserve your sacrifice. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without you. What happened to the future we talked about?”

“I don’t want to feel this angry with you! You gave your life to save mine. But I never got to say goodbye! I-I’m trying to forgive you, my love. Teach me to live!” Their words were cut off by hiccups before they took a second to catch their breath, their cries quieting down to soft whimpers. “At least give me the strength to try, Gale. Give me the strength to try.”

They sat silently, staring at the concrete bed that lay in the center of the monument. They couldn’t even properly mourn their lover, as their coffin was empty. His body had disappeared when his spell went off. The only thing the hero could cry to was an empty slab of stone.

Time passed quietly; the silence only broken by the occasional hiccup from the frozen hero. And if it weren’t for the crunch of footsteps, they wouldn’t have noticed the equally cold hand that was placed onto their shoulder. The scent that hit their nose immediately told them who had joined.

“You’ll get sick if you stay like this for too long, Tav.” Astarions voice was soft as weight was removed from their back before being replaced by something lighter. A new cloak that wasn’t as cold or wet, soft furs doing a better job to keep the snow away than the fabric one now held by the pale elf. “I knew I’d find you here. No doubt this week has been rough for you.”

Tav slowly rose from their kneeling position, wiping their eyes and nose as they turned to finally face the vampire. He held a look of sympathy in his eyes, their crimson shade holding a sadness to them, though not as deep as the hero before him.

“It’ll be a year next week. I wanted to see him before I leave for Waterdeep soon. There’s not a lot left for me in Baldur’s Gate and according to Tara, his tower has accumulated quite a bit of dust in his absence.” Their eyes continuously drifted from Astarion to the stone coffin, small tears still falling from their eyes.

“I suppose that means you’ll be leaving me all alone then? I guess I’ll just have to put up with Wyll’s rant about Grand Duke duties and only occasionally seeing our dear Shadowheart.” His tone wasn’t one of seriousness. “But… I suppose if it gives you comfort and something to busy yourself, I can compromise with the occasional visit. So long as you promise to write.”

The hero smiled at him, taking his cold hand in their equally frozen one. “Thank you Astarion. And I promise I’ll write.”

The elf let out a sigh, taking a small step back. “Come along dear, I’ll walk you home. I wouldn’t want you freezing to death in a gloomy graveyard.” As he led them to the door, his arm was held back.

Tav took one last look in the tomb, releasing Astarion’s hand to reach into the pocket of their trousers. From it, they retrieved a letter. The note Gale had written for them the night he made his decision. The hero placed the folded paper on top of the concrete before raising the hands, muttering a spell with a soft pink light.

From the light, a beautiful purple flower that seemed to glow in the darkness was placed on top of the letter, forever keeping their lovers’ spirit company as they turned to finally leave. Taking Astarion’s hand once again, they locked the arcane gates behind them and walked into the now dark city as the snow continued to softly fall.

Help me say goodbye