#( exploring genres

[ishikawayukis]

love the sound of vernon’ song but i just wish there were more lyrics if that makes sense

[groveofsouls]

tag dump one ft. general tags!!

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Poetic Genres

Whereas a poetic "form" defines the way a poem arranges sounds, rhythms, or its appearance on the page, a poetic "genre" is something like the poem's style. Many poetic genres have a long history, and new poems almost always seek to explore a new aspect of the traditional style and thus to redefine the genre in some way. The following list is a selection of the major genres of poetry.

allegory A narrative with two levels of meaning, one stated and one unstated.

aubade A song or poem greeting the sunrise, traditionally a lover's lament that the night's passion must come to an end.

ballad Broadly speaking, the ballad is a genre of folk poetry, usually an orally transmitted narrative song. The term "ballad" applies to several other kinds of poetry, including the English ballad stanza, which is a form often associated with the genre.

blason A Renaissance genre characterized by a short catalogue-style description, often of the female body.

cento A poem composed entirely of lines from other poems.

dirge A funeral song.

dramatic monologue This might be called a "closet soliloquy": a long poem spoken by a character who often unwittingly reveals his or her hidden desires and actions over the course of the poem. The "I" of the dramatic monologue is very distinct from the "I" of the poet's persona. Robert Browning was a master of this genre.

eclogue A short pastoral poem; Virgil's eclogues are one of the first examples of this genre.

ekphrasis Originally a description of any kind, "ekphrasis" is now almost exclusively applied to the poetic description of a work of art.

elegy This genre can be difficult to define, as there are specific types of elegiac poem as well as a general elegiac mood, but almost all elegies mourn, and seek consolation for, a loss of some kind: the most common form of elegy is a lyric commemorating the death of a loved one. Greek elegiac meter, which is one source of what we know as the elegy today, is not normally associated with loss and mourning.

epic A long narrative poem that catalogues and celebrates heroic or historic deeds and events, usually focusing on a single heroic individual.

epigram A brief and pithy aphoristic observation, often satirical.

epitaph A tombstone inscription. Several famous poems end with the poet writing his own. (See, for example, Thomas Gray's "Elegy in a Country Churchyard" or W.B. Yeats's "Under Ben Bulben.")

epithalamion A song or poem that celebrates a wedding.

fable A brief tale about talking animals or objects, usually having a moral or pedagogical point, which is sometimes explicitly stated at the end. Aesop and la Fontaine are perhaps the most famous fable-writers.

georgic The agricultural cousin of pastoral, a georgic is a poem that celebrates rustic labor.

hymn A song of praise.

invective A personal, often abusive, denunciation.

lament An expression of grief.

light verse Poetry that is mostly for fun: this can mean anything from nonsense verse to folk songs, but typically there is a comical element to light verse.

lyric This genre encompasses a large portion of the world's poetry; in general, lyrics are fairly brief poems that emphasize musical qualities.

masque Courtly drama characterized by elaborate costumes and dances, as well as audience participation.

occasional verse Poetry written with reference to a particular event.

ode A long, serious meditation on an elevated subject, an ode can take one of three forms.

paean A song of joy or triumph.

palinode A recantation or retraction, usually of an earlier poem.

panegyric Poem or song in praise of a particular individual or object.

parody A comic imitation.

pastoral Originally a poem that depicted an idealized singing competition between shepherds, "pastoral" has come to denote almost anything to do with a rural setting, although it also refers to several specific categories of the genre. Associated genres of varying synonymity are idyll, bucolic, eclogue, and georgic.

psalm A sacred song.

riddle A puzzling question that relies on allegory or wordplay for its answer. Riddles are often short, and often include an answer to the question posed, albeit an unsatisfying one. The riddle of the Sphinx, which Oedipus solved, is a particularly famous example: "what walks on four legs in the morning, two at midday, and three in the afternoon?"

romance An adventure tale, usually set in a mythical or remote locale. Verse forms of the romance include the  Spanish ballad and  medieval or chivalric romance.

satire Ridicule of some kind, usually passing moral judgment.

tragedy This genre originated in ancient Greek verse drama and received extended treatment in Aristotle's Poetics, which made the downfall of the main character one of the criteria for tragedy. The genre has since expanded to include almost anything pertaining to a downfall.

verse epistle A letter written in verse, usually taking as its subject either a philosophical or a romantic question.

If these writing notes helped with your poem/story, please tag me. Or leave a link in the replies. I'd love to read them!

[transbookoftheday]

Trans Horror Podcasts

My post about trans horror books last year was much more popular than I expected, and since I've recently fallen in love with fiction podcasts and audio dramas, I thought I'd make a post about trans horror podcasts as well.

If you like trans horror, please give these a try - especially if you enjoy listening to audiobooks!

Hello From The Hallowoods:

Come walk between the black pines! In this award-winning queer fiction podcast, an eldritch narrator follows the increasingly connected residents of the forest at the end of the world. It's a bittersweet story that explores queer identity, horror genre tropes, and finding hope in humanity's last moments.

Hello From The Hallowoods is my absolute favorite podcast! If you only listen to one podcast from this list, please make it this one - it's so beautifully written and super queer! Also: season 4 starts today!

Trans main characters include:

our nonbinary eye-affiliated podcast host

a nonbinary "Frankenstein's creature"

a transmasc ghost

a genderfluid storm witch

a trans woman who can visit other people's dreams

multiple characters using neopronouns

Camp Here & There:

Good morning, campers! Camp Here & There is a weekly horror comedy podcast tuned in to the loudspeakers of a small midwestern sleepaway camp plagued by supernatural terrors and natural disasters. Sydney Sargent, resident camp nurse, cheerfully reports on all the terror we must face with a big smile. Let’s hope there’s nothing weird about that!

Sydney is a trans man.

Dos: After You:

Things have changed. Deck has fallen in love with someone who isn't human, and leaves a hungry house behind to see him again. Will he be waiting for you? The world has changed… but what about him? Dos: After You is a queer urban fantasy/horror audiodrama available in both English & Spanish

Deck is a trans man.

Jar of Rebuke:

Follow Dr. Jared Hel's journey as he works to re-discover his forgotten past and finds his place within the small Indiana farm town of Wichton and the cryptozoological organization he works for called 'The Enclosure'. These audio journals, and other recordings, dive deep into Midwestern US cryptids and folklore while also telling a mystery about identity, queerness, neurodivergence, and community.

Jared is nonbinary.

Spirit Box Radio:

Spirit Box Radio is an award winning, horror audio drama podcast about a radio show for enthusiasts of all things arcane. Follow Sam Enfield a former postboy with no experience in the arcane arts, who finds themselves forced to take over running the show, following the disappearance of the previous host. Sam soon discovers there are more than ghosts haunting the show, and finds himself amidst a mystery which threatens everything he knows about the world beyond his tiny basement broadcast studio, and maybe even himself.

Sam is a trans man.

The Silt Verses:

Carpenter and Faulkner, two worshippers of an outlawed god, travel up the length of their deity’s great black river, searching for holy revelations amongst the reeds and the wetlands. As their pilgrimage lengthens and the river’s mysteries deepen, the two acolytes find themselves under threat from a police manhunt, but also come into conflict with the weirder gods that have flourished in these forgotten rural territories. This is a world where divine intervention takes place through prayer-markings scratched into stumping-posts, and offerings are left squirming to die in the flats of the delta. This is a world of ritual, and hidden language, and sacrifice. This is folk horror, and fantasy, and a dark road trip into the depths of unusual faith.

Faulkner is a trans man and Paige is a trans woman.

The Magnus Protocol:

The Magnus Archives 2: The Magnus Protocol is the prequel/sequel/”sidequel” to the internationally renowned Magnus Archives podcast. The Magnus Institute was an organisation dedicated to academic research into the esoteric and the paranormal, based out of Manchester, England. It burned to the ground in 1999. There were no survivors. Now, almost 25 years later, Alice and Sam, a pair of low-level civil service workers at the underfunded Office of Incident Assessment and Response, have stumbled across its legacy. A legacy that will put them in grave danger. If this intrigues you then it is our pleasure to welcome you to the Office of Incident, Assessment and Response. Make sure you pick up your badge at desk and report to your line manager before sitting down. Oh and stay away from I.T., seriously.

Alice is a trans woman.

[gimmethatagustd]

sweet dreams | ksj

Seokjin loves when you paint your nails pink.

○ Pairing: Dom!Seokjin x Sub!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Established relationship, smut

○ 8 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Master/Dom)

○ Word Count: 1,182

○ Warnings: Free use kink, consensual somnophilia (kinks negotiated "off screen"), vaginal fingering, spit, unprotected vaginal sex, cunnilingus, cum eating, light bdsm themes, no pronouns or gendered language are used for the MC aside from pussy and tits

○ Notes: I think I'm going insane actually 😅 Please read the warnings and if you don't know what somnophilia is, please maybe do a little research before you read this, just in case it might be triggering to you. Also I didn't edit this and I'm too embarrassed by the filth to even proofread it so jhsdfkjs enter at your own risk, besties. Proceed with caution 😭

○ Post Date: February 10, 2024

○ Masterlist | AO3 Crosspost

○ What was Jai listening to? Do Me Right - GEMINI

For the past few months, work has been kicking Seokjin’s ass. As his company barrels toward a major project deadline, he’s found very little time to spend with you. It’s unfortunate because you are accustomed to having fun together, whether going on dates or having a casual night in. 

You’ve been bitter about it, and Seokjin can’t blame you. His baby deserves better, to be cared for and spoiled, and deserves more attention than he has given you. 

Coming home late, Seokjin sighs when he slips into the apartment and finds all the lights off. It’s just past midnight, long since you fell asleep. You used to stay up for him, but Seokjin begged you not to. It wasn’t fair for you to deny yourself sleep because of his job.

After taking off his shoes and removing his suit jacket and tie, Seokjin quietly makes his way down the hall to the bedroom you share. 

You’re fast asleep in bed, sprawled out on your stomach with one knee hiked up, wearing nothing but a cropped tank top and flimsy panties, the kind with lace trim and a tiny bow because your ass is a present, or whatever that rap verse is that you’re always quoting. 

Seokjin thinks you’re cute in anything. 

He especially thinks you’re cute in pink – pink panties, pink tank tops, the remnants of pink eyeshadow because you forgot to wash your face before you fell asleep, and, his favorite, pink nail polish. 

The little glass bottle sits on the nightstand beside your bed. You applied the polish shortly before bed, and Seokjin can smell the lingering chemical aroma in the air. 

It started as a shy confession and an even more shy request – you admitting to Seokjin that you always wanted to try out a particular fantasy but had never found a partner you trusted with this level of kink exploration. Seokjin, though, you trust with your life. He has done his best to show you that he can and will listen to you, respect you, and love you. 

So when you asked Seokjin to have his way with you whenever you wear your favorite pink nail polish, he took his role as your trusted caretaker very seriously. 

Seokjin pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor along with his jeans. Keeping his briefs on, he kneels on the bed, one knee on either side of your leg that’s straightened out. He uses his knee to push your leg that’s bent, hiking it up to open your thighs even further. He’s slow as he does it, careful not to wake you up. 

He runs his palms over your asscheeks, slipping his fingers beneath your underwear and squeezing just light enough to make them jiggle. Pulling your underwear to the side, he exposes your pussy, open wide for him from how he has pushed your leg up.

Leaning forward, Seokjin spits onto your pussy. He uses his thumb to push his spit through your folds, rubbing it over your clit and then dragging it down to your entrance to dib his thumb inside. 

You let out a small whimper, and Seokjin pauses his movements. Only his heavy breathing and your little sounds echo in the room, but your eyes remain closed, and your breathing is slow. 

Relaxing with the knowledge that you’re still asleep, Seokjin starts touching you again. He spends time circling your clit, alternating between pressing hard on the sensitive skin and maintaining light touches that serve more to spread your arousal around. His mouth waters from just playing with your clit, and he lets more spit soak your pussy. Seokjin always likes it wet and messy, especially when you’re so pliant while sleeping.

Your body reacts on its own, naturally shifting into his touch when he slides two fingers into your entrance. He fucks you slowly, easing his fingers in and out carefully so he doesn’t disturb you. Your ass jiggles slightly each time his fingers rock into you. Sometimes, he pushes deep in and stays there, fluttering and massaging your wet walls. 

With his other hand, Seokjin reaches over to push up your shirt. Since it’s a crop top, it’s already barely covering your tits, making it easier for him to push it up. Licking his fingers, he tweaks your exposed nipple, swirling and pinching it until it grows hard. 

Seokjin bites his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning as he eases his fingers out of you, smearing your arousal on the back of your thigh. You're so wet, and his cock is aching, hard, and dripping precum, a dark spot staining the front of his briefs.

"So beautiful..." Seokjin whispers to himself as he spreads your lips and spits directly into your pussy again. Arousal and spit dribbles down your lips and soaks the bed sheets.

Unable to take it, Seokjin takes his cock out and rubs the tip through your folds. When the ridge of his head catches against your clit, you let out a quiet whimper, your body aware of the pleasure even if your mind is still oblivious.

The little breathy sounds you make only spur Seokjin on more. He's impatient as he sinks his cock into you, your walls slippery and hot as you suck him in. He presses his hands into the bed on either side of your waist and thrusts deep and slow, careful not to wake you as he fucks into you.

Seokjin loves how easy it is to manipulate your body while you're sleeping, especially knowing that you like being a little fucktoy for him. You like it when he uses your body like the perfect cocksleeve, pleasuring him even when you're asleep.

You moan in your sleep, and Seokjin wonders if you're dreaming about him fucking you. You came in the past, writhing in your sleep and moaning so loudly that you woke yourself up. This time, you must be genuinely exhausted because your eyes barely flutter as Seokjin chases his pleasure.

It doesn't take long for him to cum. He does so with quiet grunts, pulling back just in time to watch his cum spurt over your lips, some of the hot liquid dripping back into your stretched-out entrance.

Not even bothering to tuck his cock back in his briefs, he slides down to bury his face in your pussy, lapping at the cum to clean you up. It's the final push you need to finally orgasm, your hips bucking and your body shaking as a moan rips through your throat.

"Jin," you gasp, reaching down to dig your fingers in his hair. You don't bother getting up; just let your body slump into the bed as your orgasm hurdles through you like electricity, shocking your system.

"Sorry, I woke you up," Seokjin murmurs against your pussy. He tries to pull away, but you push his head back down.

"Please," you whisper, sleepy eyes still closed. "More, please."

Humming in satisfaction, Seokjin gives you what you want. He's weak like that; even when you're pliant, he'll always be weak for you. 

Disclaimer: All my writing is fictional and for entertainment purposes only. None of these characters are meant to actually represent the real people mentioned in the stories. 

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[bitchlessdino]

demon's play 2 : devil's intervention (m) TEASER

coming May 31st 7pm cst Original - Demon's play Pairing: devil!wonwoo x demon!seungcheol x demon!chan x afab human!reader Genre: smut tags: plot heavy, some fluffish moments, perpetual fear, ikea employee!reader, dom!wonwoo, sub!reader, verse!chan, verse!seungcheol, cum drunk!demons, violent graphic imagery (death, lashing, sacrifices), mentions of blood, voyeurism, biting to the point of blood, MLM themes that is not based off of any implications of reality, hair pulling, choking, spitting, double fem head, biting, [+so many more] Summary: it's some time since Chan and Seungcheol abandoned the underworld for you, a simple human. The ruler of the underworld does not too kindly to distractions, even ones so prettily packaged such as yourself. It was time he took matters into his own hands. If you want to be tagged please let me know by interacting

“You’re starving aren't you,” Seungcheol growled. “I could smell your arousal for me before you even entered the apartment.”

“Tell me about it,” Chan joined, immersed in the air around you wafting in his nose. “There’s lust in these veins of yours,” his tongue swiped over the blood on his lips. “Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking about this all day…We fuck you every waking day of your life, and that’s still not enough. Isn’t that right?”

A “No,” barely made it past your lips before they were crushed under the weight of Seungcheol’s, and then you were the one starting to taste iron. Its aroma was as strong as they claimed, and Wonwoo fell under the same impression.

Chan tucked your hair behind your head, tugging you in his direction as his teeth skins into the base of your neck, his cock exposed in an instant and hugged between the plush felt of your ass. Your eyes retreated to your skull, trembling as Seungcheol’s cock pressed against your stomach. A shatter sigh broke out from your throat and you let them take over control of your feeble body.

“What is our…arrangement?”

You exhaled, sipping your drinking and hearing the obnoxious slurp of your now empty cup, and somehow your throat was still dry. “I think its pretty obvious.”

“Obvious? You give me too much credit.”

“Well, you’re here for furniture but have yet bought any.”

“Does that culminate a dispute between you and I?”

“Not exactly, but–”

“And aren’t you paid regardless if you spend time with me?”

“Yes, but–”

His laughter was light, a hint of mischief lingering. “Then I don’t see the issue. You enjoy my company, you get paid to do your job. Win-win.”

He reunited with your lips, exploring you deeper as his hand wrapped around the stands of your hair and gripped, and you swallowed his grunts. “How many times have you released in their presence? A hundred? A thousand? A million? It’s never enough for you either, is it?”

You shook your head weakly, eyes begging for more as you were already addicted, feeling him awaken something in you that can’t be sated.

“I’m an all immortal being, so I know. Just like I know you wonder what I look like beneath my clothes…what I taste like…how I’d fuck you.”

OUT NOW!

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

The Ultimate (short) Guide to Crafting Captivating Book Titles: A Writer's Journey into Naming Novels

Embracing the Power of a Book Title

Greetings, fellow writers and wordsmiths! As we embark on the magical journey of storytelling, there exists a crucial milestone—bestowing our creations with a name, a title that encapsulates the essence of our narrative. The quest for the perfect title can be as thrilling as drafting the story itself. In this guide, we will unravel the art and significance of titling a novel, exploring strategies, tips, and the creative process behind crafting an engaging and magnetic book title.

Understanding the Importance of a Book Title

The Gateway to Reader Connection

A book title is the beacon that beckons readers to explore the universe you've crafted. It's the first impression, a snapshot that encapsulates the soul of your narrative. A compelling title can captivate an audience, generating curiosity and inviting them to step into the world you've woven within your pages.

Reflecting the Essence of Your Story

A well-crafted title encapsulates the core theme, mood, or central conflict of your novel. It should resonate with the narrative, teasing elements without revealing too much, leaving a trail of intrigue that entices readers to delve deeper.

The Art of Title Creation

Embrace the Journey: Start with a Working Title

Begin with a placeholder, a working title that captures the essence of your story in its rawest form. Let it evolve and grow as your narrative does. This title might serve as a guiding light until you uncover the perfect one.

Exploring the Heart of Your Story

Consider the central themes, characters, or pivotal moments within your book. Delve into the emotional core of your narrative and unearth words or phrases that resonate with its essence.

Utilizing Literary Devices and Techniques

Explore metaphors, alliteration, symbolism, or even poetic verses. Experiment with wordplay, juxtapositions, and contrasts. These literary devices can infuse depth and intrigue into your title.

Testing and Refining Your Title

The Power of Feedback

Share your title ideas with trusted friends, writing groups, or beta readers. Gather feedback on their impressions and the emotions evoked by the titles. Use this input to refine and narrow down your choices.

Alignment with Your Target Audience

Consider your intended readership. Does your title resonate with the genre and expectations of your audience? Ensure it's not only enticing but also aligns with the preferences of your potential readers.

Finalizing the Perfect Title

Distillation of Essence: Keep it Succinct and Evocative

Aim for brevity and impact. A concise yet evocative title can linger in the minds of readers. Often, the most powerful titles are those that say much with few words.

Research and Avoiding Clichés

Investigate existing titles in your genre to ensure your title stands out. Steer clear of clichés and overused phrases, aiming for originality and uniqueness.

Embrace the Artistry of Title Crafting

Crafting the ideal book title is an art in itself. It's the literary cloak that shrouds your creation, inviting readers into the tapestry of your imagination. Embrace the journey of titling your novel with the same passion and creativity you pour into your storytelling. Let the title be a herald, whispering the promise of a remarkable journey that awaits within the pages of your book.

As you venture forth, remember, the perfect title awaits—a key to unlock the hearts and minds of your future readers.

Happy writing and titling!

This comprehensive guide aims to take writers through the journey of creating an impactful and engaging book title, emphasizing the importance of a title and offering practical strategies to craft one that truly resonates with a novel's essence. If you need further insights, examples, or specific advice on any aspect of titling a novel, feel free to delve deeper into each section. Happy titling!

[acciojaeyun]

all about you ; jay park smut

pairing: park jongseong / jay x fem!reader genre: smut

this year, the high-end fashion magazine run by park jongseong is taking a new leap in terms of couture writing as it explores the ebbs of fashion in different avenues. but jay – the company’s editor-in-chief – needed a new turn in couture; one that is exciting and alluring, how were you able to present that when you were distracted 101% of the time because of the eic himself?

warnings: inexperienced!reader, virgin!reader, dom!jay, ceo!jay, innocence kink, slight voyeurism, a bit of perv!reader if you squint, spanking, oral (f receiving), dry humping. heeseung is mentioned here in this fic for the plot and of course, jongseong’s jealousy lol. minor mentions of insecure!reader but it’s in jay’s perspective. let me know if i forget something! words: 3,331

The moment you zoned out of the meeting, you should’ve known. 

You should’ve known you were fucked when, instead of the usual formal wear, your boss, Jay, opted to discard his long, brown Prada trench coat just to walk around the building in his black turtleneck, black chinos, and black shoes – with the only silver necklace breaking the overall dark ensemble.

Everyone in the building was always in awe of Jay, maybe that came with him being the editor-in-chief of the leading fashion magazine across the globe, maybe he had to live what he was expected of. But Park Jongseong is Park Jongseong. No matter what he is doing, nor where he is at, he will always exude high-end fashion.

You were kind of glad that you somehow shared the eye of fashion with your boss, hence, you were included in the Art department. But being in the Art department meant you had to work overtime, having to have endless amounts of caffeine streaming through your body while racking your brain with different ideas and concepts for upcoming shoots for the magazine and editorials for the journalists.

And as you are in the Art department, that meant you were working under Lee Heeseung, your manager. Heeseung always brought you to their meetings because he did see you as a fiery soul who has an eye for beauty and fashion. Whenever Jay wanted something from Heeseung, he always ran to you, asking you for opinion and recommendations since for the man, you are almost well-versed when it comes to Jay’s taste. But if there’s one thing, Heeseung would tag you along, but he would do the talking in meetings.

But somehow life was testing your confidence of some sorts, as Heeseung had taken a week-long leave prior to the scheduled meeting the Art department had with the EIC. Yes, you were nervous, but it wasn’t because you were unprepared – no, you were nervous because Park bloody Jongseong had to have worn that ensemble, of all days when he had to.

You couldn’t help but swallow when Jay drank from the glass water goblet, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip – plump and a bit chapped at the centre – making you squirm slightly in your seat. Your eyes travelled down to his wrist, with the sleeves of his turtleneck jumper rolled up slightly as he wrung his wrists in a stretch. His hands were very pretty, you must admit, and sometimes, when the time deemed you desperate, you can’t help but imagine how it would feel when it were the same hands that would wrap around your neck as he pounds into you.

Ah, here is one con about being artistic: you tend to be imaginative. And it doesn’t stop from glimpse of images flashed in your head; you get lost in your own headspace; you get sucked in your zone. There were countless of times when Jay would hit his palm on your desk whenever he would pass by you (his office was at the same floor as your unit), reminding you that “daydreaming would bring you nowhere.”

Today is no exception, it seems; because you’ve failed to notice that the same Park Jongseong had been calling for your attention for the third time, until you realised everyone already had their eyes on you.

“Miss Y/L/N, while I do appreciate your artistry and acknowledge that your art came from wild imaginations,” he said as he glanced a look at his laptop before turning the projector off, “I would do appreciate if you rather not do it when everyone’s expecting your undivided attention.”

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you felt yourself shrink down in your seat. Widened eyes and disappointed tuts were witnessed in the room as Jay dismissed the team. You bit your lip as you scrambled to open the document of the prospect designs and mood-board you had prepared for the latest issue – you were determined, because this is issue that has been assigned to you. Heeseung had entirely given one hundred percent responsibility to you, since he said it was about time for you to be the Creative Director of the project.

“Mr Park, sir,” you said as soon as the last person of the Marketing department had shut the door, hoping to not have fully blown the chance to present your ideas to Jay. 

Jay rolled his eyes and shut his laptop, “Miss Y/L/N, this has been what, the nth time I’ve caught you zoning out during office hours? I wasn’t lying when I said that creativity stems from focus and imagination, but when I need you, please do respond accordingly.”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t have –“

“But you still went with it.”

“Sir, just give me five minutes to explain this, I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Five minutes and it’s not guaranteed that I’ll be considering your proposal.”

“I’m willing to take my chances, sir,” you pleaded, unwillingly biting your lip at your desperation. Jay’s eyes have faltered down quickly to your lips, and he inevitably gulped at the sight. 

“All right, then,” he shrugged, pulling his chair before taking a seat on it, pushing himself far away for you to take the floor. You smiled and thanked him before placing down your laptop. And as you tried to make things quick as time was ticking, you were failing to connect your laptop to the projector, making you mutter out profanities at how things were seemingly not going your way.

Jay sighed as he stood up from his seat, walking over towards you and crouching down on your laptop to connect it to the Bluetooth projector. From the proximity, you had a faint waft of his DIPTYQUE Paris, making you swoon over his scent. 

This was not what you needed right now.

After successfully connecting your laptop to the projector and Jay returning to his chair, you had immediately started with your presentation. Indeed, you had taken a very wild risk, for the concept that you had for the next month’s issue was as sensual as it could get. Dark, magenta hues and lingerie of La Perla danced across the screen, and it was nerve-wracking how Jay never exuded interest nor dislike to your presentation. As someone who found easiness in determining the emotions of your panellists during your thesis presentation back in University, Jay was an undeterminable man. 

“You are fully aware that this,” he motioned at the screen, “is a huge risk to the company’s usual branding, don’t you think?”

“I’m well aware,” you timidly responded.

“Then what makes us different from Playboy?”

“Our magazine provides fashion even at the expense of the most intimate items, sir. We promote fashion that is inclusive while at the same time, high-end. As you can see –“

“What else can you show me that is not in the presentation?”

“I – what?”

“You heard me. As the Creative director of the November issue,” he says as he swivels in his chair, “you surely know what else is there to show.” 

You gulped, “I –“

Jay smirked at your lack of response. Somehow, Jay already had the hots for you. The moment you have walked with Heeseung in the conference room at the last July issue, he found you very attractive – and not just that, smart too. If only you could show a bit more confidence in your magnetic field, but then again, you were already attractive on your own, and being confident in yourself would mean more people getting attracted to you.

And Jay couldn’t have that, of course. Not when you’re his.

“Sir, I haven’t – um –“

He stood up again, walking towards you in such slow speed that had you stuck in a trance. Jay’s fingers ran through the hair that was past your shoulders, pushing it back with one finger before ghosting your neck with his fingertips that made goosebumps appear on your skin, “Haven’t what, Miss Y/L/N?”

“I d-don’t know,”

“Then how are you supposed to present this idea to the Marketing team if you don’t know?” 

You could feel your legs losing its ability to make you stand up straight, the tension was apparent, and it was too much. You could feel his gaze scanning over your whole body, and it did not help that you could feel his touch on your hair, playing with it by tucking and straightening out your hair every chance he could get.

“I’m willing to learn,” you whispered as you gazed up at him at your side.

Jay’s eyebrows raised and hummed, fazed by your response by showing it through a smirk, “Oh, you are?”

You nodded and bit your lip at the expression that Jay had exuded. It was different. Stern, strict, yet sultry. A look that you haven’t seen on Jay, but you should’ve whenever you helped direct photoshoots and you try to help the models do what Heeseung was trying to visualise that time.

“What, Lee Heeseung’s not teaching you well?” he scoffed before holding your jaw, making you face him as his thumb traced your bottom lip. You shook your head, which make Jay tut in faux disappointment.

He playfully pouted and leaned in slowly, “You’re going to let me teach you?” 

A faint yes was heard between the both of you, making Jay groan as he pulled your face towards him for a kiss. His knees almost buckled because – finally – he finally had a taste of your lips. The lips he had often so thought of late at night as he jerked off in his master bedroom, thinking how it would’ve been better if it were your hands squeezing his thick cock with your mouth sucking on his reddish-pink tip.

Jay pulled your face closer to his as he leaned on the wooden table of the conference room. He spread his legs wide open and pulled you between them, encasing you with his long legs as you made out. His hands immediately went down to your arse, and he squeezed them, making you squeal into the kiss. 

“So fucking sexy,” he breathed out with a string of saliva connecting both of your lips. He held your hand and placed it on his lap, slowly rising before reaching his erection strained against his black trousers, he smirked and bit his lip at the gasp that has elicited from your lips. 

He pulled you in again for a kiss, this time, with his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, but with the way that your mouth had sealed shut, he almost came at the thought that you were more inexperienced than he thought. 

“Open your mouth, baby,” he said, and you obliged, tongue immediately wringing around as you were pulled closer as if it were possible by his hands pushing you closer to him. He groaned into the kiss before breaking it and immediately going for your neck, licking before sucking on the sensitive area below your earlobe.

“Make some noise for me,” he whispered as he noticed you were trying to contain your moans. You nodded and pulled him closer by wrapping your arms around his back, “Sir –“

“It’s Jay,”

You nodded and whispered his name when he spanked your bum after kneading it. His mouth was simultaneously licking, kissing, and blowing air on the skin below your earlobe, making you squirm as you tried to palm him in his position against the table.

“Ah, that’s right, baby, feeling what you’ve caused, yeah?” he said as he unbuttoned your white blouse, pushing it away, and not long after, his eyes widened as he took in the bra that you were wearing. “La Perla,” he smiled and winked at you, “you’re a fucking menace.” 

His hands quickly unfastened your bra and threw it somewhere in the room, he stood up straight and switched your positions, hoisting you seated on the wooden table before diving his head to your breast. His teeth grazed on your sensitive nipple, making you whine at the contact. He smiled and played with your perky nipple by pulling it and wriggling it with his index before placing his mouth around your areola, his eyes never leaving you as you watched intensely.

Eyelid droopy and gaze infused with lust, you could’ve sworn you could come right then and there as Jay took his time sucking your breast as if he were a man starved. You whined and moaned as he took alternating turns between your breasts.

“Jay,” you moaned as you had your hands on his hair, biting your lip at the stimulation you were receiving. If you were already this sensitive by the feeling of his mouth on your chest, you weren’t ready to feel him down there. 

The man was having the time of his life, and before you knew it, he was blowing air against your sore nipples, making you squirm in your seat as he stood up to his height again. Jay smiled proudly before caging you in between his arms as he leaned against the table. Your hands immediately pushing his hair away from the frame of his face, the gel almost gone at how sweat has broken through it.

“You haven’t been touched before?” he asks as he meets your gaze, and you nodded. “I’m not sure if you’re ready for the real thing,” he chuckles as he motions at his throbbing cock. You laugh and Jay swears it was the most beautiful sound he has heard ever.

“Perhaps the next time, yeah?” he winks at you before pulling your trousers down, “Today’s all about you.” 

Immediately after your trousers, your matching knicker followed suit, making Jay smirk because you’ve worn the most beautiful pair from the latest collection. “It’d be a shame if I rip this off of you,” he says as he plays with the black lace trim of your red lingerie. 

Jay’s hands immediately went to your clothed clit, rubbing you over the silk material that covered your cloth. “Seems like the pay check’s worth it if it means you get to wear this type of sexy shit, baby.” 

You moaned in response, back arching as you tried to balance yourself on the table. You closed your eyes, but Jay was quick enough to call you out for it, “Eyes on me,” he directs, immediately making you lock eyes with him at the sternness of his voice, “’atta girl.” He praises before immediately inserting his middle finger on your dripping hole, his stance immediately adjusting to the side of your body to make you lean against his free arm.

“Ah, shit,” you moaned, looking at how his finger thrusted in and out of your hole as you held your knicker to the side to make it easier for Jay. “Your hand feels good, Jay,” you whined, hiding your face at the crook of his neck, your body spasming against him as he increased his speed, now adding another finger inside, the thenar of his hand rubbing against your clit, doubling the stimulation. Sooner enough, Jay’s fingers were scissoring inside of you, switching back and forth between thrusting his fingers, curling it upwards, and scissoring you.

“Fuck this,” Jay says as he pulls his fingers out from you. He rolls the sleeve of his turtleneck jumper up to his elbows as he crouched down, his lips kissing the expanse of your inner thighs sensually. You could feel your clit pulsating at the intensity as he drew near your throbbing pussy. It was a sight that you didn’t expect to happen: your attractive boss in between your thighs in the building’s conference room. You swear it was all imagination until you feel your lingerie being pulled to the side for Jay to peck on your clit, your body jolting at the sudden feeling on your most sensitive area.

“Too jumpy,” he chuckles before pulling down your knickers down to your ankles, he then pulls you closer before pushing your body to lay flat on the table. He hooks his arms around your thighs as he manhandles you closer to him, his warm breath tickling your core, making you yearn for him more.

Jay kisses your clit once more, before starting to lick on it and eat it out, his finger prodding your entrance as it plays with your labia. He hums at your taste, pleased. Consequently, Jay spreads your labia, giving him more access to your clit and stimulating your pleasure to a tenfold. 

“Fuck, Jay – oh!” 

Two of his fingers immediately pushed inside your vagina, a “come here” motion being done inside you as he brushes against your g-spot every time. You couldn’t control the way your body reacted, you wanted to close your legs, but Jay was too strong, his arm strength was truly undeniable that the only thing that was left for you to do was to succumb to his ministrations. 

That was until you feel the coil in your stomach forming, a sudden rush of butterflies and whatnot as Jay seemed to never falter in his intensity, “Jay, Jay, Jay,” you pleaded as you wanted him to stop, “Jay, what is –“

“Are you close?” he asks as he meets your gaze, your juices making his lips and chin glossy as it dripped down from his mouth. You nodded and squealed, trying to contain. “Gonna come soon, pretty girl? Then come.” 

And the moment Jay says that, the intense feeling that you felt at the pit of your stomach broke loose, and Jay never stopped even though he was welcomed by the cum that was spilling out from you. Instead, it made him hornier if that was even humanly possible.

“God, shit,” he says, his eyes almost rolling back to his head as he takes in your cum, licking you clean before pulling you to stand up. “Baby, I’m asking you to do one thing for me, alright?” he asks you as you nod, “If it’s not enjoyable for you, tell me.” 

He turns your body around and makes you crouch over the table, and soon enough, you felt the crotch of his trousers rubbing against your pussy from the backside. “Fucking shit, can’t wait to fuck you so much,” he says before humping on you. At this point, Jay doesn’t mind if he destroys his trousers, he could always buy another one – but this? He doesn’t know whether you’ll be having one of these intimate moments again; hence, even though you were not entirely ready for the real thing, he will milk it as much as he can.

Both of your moans enveloped the room, with his hand pulling your hair from the back for a better angle of feeling your drenched pussy against his cock. “Baby, gonna come, gonna come – shit,” he says through humping, and not long after, Jay comes inside his Calvin Klein boxers, seeping through his trousers without any remorse.

“Shit, fuck, goddamn,” he mutters as he feels his legs wobble in weakness, keeping you in place. He brings his hand over his eyes as he tries to regain his strength from what has happened, both of your pants were now the only audible noise throughout the conference room.

Jay stands up straight, ignoring the sticky feeling in his boxers as he scrambles for your knickers and trousers, helping you out in putting on your clothes and smoothening out any wrinkles from it. He brushes your hair and pats it back down, and when he meets your eyes, his heart warmed throughout as he was met by your genuine smile. Pretty, so he thinks.

“Thank you, sir,” you blushed.

Oh, how he wishes you’d drop the honorific in a place other than sex. But Jay knows, it will take more than just one intimate occurrence in the most unromantic place and situation for you to do that. Right now, he was contented by the genuine smile that he knew he was the reason for.

He brings your hand to his lips, where he kisses the back of your hand, no words uttered. 

[utilitycaster]

In thinking about the new information we've recently learned about the gods of Exandria, I started thinking about epic fantasy novels. The thing is, Exandria's deity lore is not actually terribly unique. This isn't a bad thing! But the idea of an idyllic age when gods were not just powerful but present and united; the fall of one (or many) gods and an ensuing devastation this causes; and the gods subsequently withdrawing or diminishing is a very, very common one in fantasy (and, to be totally honest, world religion). Similarly, the idea of a much more advanced age that has since passed into distant memory is also an extremely common trope. I think it's less common to have both of these tropes working in tandem though certainly not unheard of (hello, Wheel of Time), and the nature of the storytelling method in effect here means that the fallen advanced civilization is more thoroughly developed in the worldbuilding than it is in many other stories, but none of this is a wildly new concept.

I want to talk about genre, medium, and actual play, which is sort of both and sort of neither. I think people talking about actual play tend to mash all three of these things together when they really shouldn't.

(this is a long one so it's under a cut to not wreck your dash)

The genre of Critical Role's main campaigns is heroic fantasy, which I know I've covered in the past, and of epic scale. This is honestly pretty typical of D&D. NADDPod (especially Bahumia) and TAZ Balance and Graduation are also arguably within this same broad genre, just more comedic and looser with aspects of the worldbuilding.

Despite the fact that Brennan is very well-versed in fantasy novels, D20's main deal is that it's not classic heroic fantasy. I think this is actually a bigger factor in why people prefer CR to D20 than many people think. The shorter length is definitely another factor (though that too feels almost related - the critically acclaimed indie comic run to Critical Role's series of doorstopper novels) but Dimension 20, while it comments on classic heroic fantasy with Fantasy High and Escape from the Bloodkeep, only ever dips into anything actually approaching that genre with the Game of Thrones-inspired low fantasy seasons and, funnily enough, with the Dungeons and Drag Queens miniseries. Otherwise, it's telling school stories, urban fantasy, space operas, heists, murder mysteries, comedies of manners, and action-adventure. Similarly, TAZ Steeplechase and Amnesty very much aren't of this genre. Critical Role meanwhile touches on supernatural horror with Candela Obscura.

Actual Play is a means of telling a story, and typically the system at least puts in place the general expectations of what can be done within the improv. Some systems (such as Candela Obscura or Blades in the Dark) set a particular genre; others, like D&D, favor one but permit a good degree of flexibility. Actual Play is not really the same as genre, as discussed above; D20 genre hops quite readily, as does The Adventure Zone, even while using the same TTRPG systems.

Finally, there's medium. This one is easy. Critical Role and D20 are filmed shows (though are available as podcasts); so is, to give a non-Actual Play example, The Bear. NADDPod and TAZ are podcasts. So are (for example) The Silt Verses and Midst.

The reason I've outlined all of the above is to say that I think people tend to assume simply being actual play is somehow closer than sharing genre. This is also to an extent true for longform fiction podcasts (though it is less true for TV and books). I think this has led to an influx of fans of actual play (and, tbh, podcasts) who aren't familiar with the genres within which actual play shows are working.

I do not say this to gatekeep (though honestly, gatekeeping is both not inherently bad and also, not possible in this context). It's more of an exploration of what I think may be a reason why, particularly in the Critical Role fandom, it feels some of the Campaign 3 opinions feel somewhat half-baked.

You can be a fan of heroic fantasy and enjoy actual play but not actually be terribly into actual play that isn't heroic fantasy. I think some people who loved Critical Role Campaign 1 but nothing after that and no other actual play fit into that category. I think Campaign 1's fandom was, indeed, heavily skewed towards fans of fantasy and fans of D&D (as a venue to roleplay one's own fantasy story and as a game itself heavily shaped by heroic fantasy fiction) more so than anything else. If you like, say, The Kingkiller Chronicles or the Stormlight Archives or the Wheel of Time or Lord of the Rings? You might like Critical Role.

By 2018, and definitely by 2019-2020, the landscape had changed, and the attitude was much more one of "if you like this actual play, you'll like this one" which is actually...nowhere near as true, in my mind, as recommendations based on genre. I think this is also when people started folding in "longform speculative fiction podcasts in general" which to be honest was already an issue with the medium of longform fiction podcasts. Wolf 359, The Silt Verses, Midst, The Penumbra Podcast, and any season of NADDPod are all longform, plot-based speculative fiction podcasts with queer representation, but that doesn't actually mean someone who likes one will like another. (Also? Queer rep? Gets treated like podcasts or actual play, to be honest. It's extremely possible to love only one of The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand, The Woods All Black, and The Priory of the Orange Tree despite all of these being novels with queer relationships, yet a lot of the time Queer Rep is treated as a genre, an "if you like this, you'll like that!")

I think it is true that there are people who enjoy actual play on a fairly general level (myself included), and with podcasts especially I think there are people who enjoy fiction delivered in this manner and people who have some difficulty with it. But I think there's a tendency to push people who like one actual play towards other actual play when they may be more interested in longform audio fiction, scripted or not; or might be inclined towards a particular genre. To go back to the examples I've given, someone who likes Candela Obscura might find The Silt Verses and The Woods All Black more appealing than, for example, Fantasy High, despite that also being filmed actual play, because the latter two are also supernatural horror with exploration of class.

Because actual play, in its weird not a medium, not a genre, but kind of both space is, well, in between spaces, it gets treated as the most specific element of works of fiction when that's not always true. The consequences, therefore, end up being twofold. You get people who come to AP series because they liked another one that doesn't actually have a ton in common, and it ends up hit or miss (this is one of my theories why the D20 fandom can be extremely weird about Critical Role; because it was pushed on them when it's really not what they're into, which is neither their nor CR's fault); and you get people coming to specific actual plays and enjoying them without much familiarity with their genres, which I think is behind some of the weirder C3 takes since C3 is arguably the first campaign that truly began after Actual Play began to be treated as a genre.

[yugsly]

Hello!

Do you have any favorite Japanese music? (or games bgm......)

Sorry, I'm using a translator so my text may be strange...（ ; ; ）

Yes I do ^_^ I am actually very well versed in a lot of Japanese music (mostly pre-2000s stuff though)! The folk-rock movement from the late 60s in particular, I really love. I have a special interest in the group of musicians who formed Happy End (in 1969), and all of their future collaborations & collaborators... (most notably Yellow Magic Orchestra). Also from Happy End, I love everything Haruomi Hosono has done- his solo work is so so so good. I could talk about his work FOREVER I love it, and every collaboration or band he's been in. He really is a musical pioneer & a genius... I love this live performance from him so much. I could talk about Hosono's work for hours!!!!!!! I love all of the genres he has explored. I even put Happy End's Kazemachi Roman album cover in Be Kind, My Neighbor...

I also really really like Shintaro Sakamoto's work (& his work in Yura Yura Teikoku), it has a similar vibe as the previous work I mentioned, but more psychedelic.

I also LOVE the group TAMA. They are so unforgettably unique, I absolutely love everything about them. I wish if my art style were to be translated into sound, for it to sound like them...

Some other Japanese music I love: -Tatsuro Yamashita -Masayoshi Takanaka -HOFF DYLAN -Denki Groove -Eiichi Ohtaki -QUEEN BEE (very contemporary compared to everything else I listed lol)

I COULD KEEP GOING... but I don't want this to be a 40-foot long post hahaha. Thank you for asking, it's fun to gush about stuff I love :) EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION GEZAN. KLUE is one of my favorite albums of all time it will make you shit your pants

[kalechipswithasideofkale]

my adrenaline has gone down finally so i feel i can give my thoughts on this season

no more faks! no more! please!

i think the series is taking inspiration from different art movements and genres. season one - surrealism?, season two - modernism?, season three - baroque? im not well versed on this stuff but i definitely noticed they use different forms of art to make the seasons feel different from one another

piggybacking off the earlier bulletin; i think thats also why this season feels like all flash and no substance. whatever movement or era they decided to do with season three is very ou la la oui oui i zam an artist bonjour /nm its very different from the movements they went with in the past seasons. this one feels serious and fancy smancy

i still think they’re going to go through with sydcarmy and this season just solidifies it. syd and carmy are severly mentally ill with issues they need to work out. they dont handle stress and expectations well if at all.

i think some of the things being said by the characters are being taken at face value specifically carmy calling claire peace. i dont think the writers are writing claire to be a source of peace for carmy; hes just so in denial and confused about his emotions he knows he supposed to feel peace from claire but cant figure out why he doesnt

i missed marcus sweeps and tina in this season so much. and syd! i was excited for sweeps to go to wine school only for it to be a one off thing. the tina episode was good but thats the only thing i can think of from the top of my head that she stood out in. marcus’ mom died? but it feels like she didnt die at all? like the weight of his moms death isnt being felt in his character and that made me really sad. i wanted a little more with syd and marcus with their moms :/

im not angry at carmy somehow? i just feel this deep sadness because he is so unlike himself. my initial frustrations with the season made it hard for me to look at his character. now that ive calmed down, he just makes me sad. like thinking about him makes me feel like a wet sausage dude he needs serious help and im scared he’s gonna do something very bad in this next season/part

i was really hoping there would be more parallels between new york carmy and current syd. they might explore it in season 4 and i really hope they do!

where tf was everyone else in the emergency room and why was it the two faks. there is no dissection in the world that will make me okay with those losers being there im sawry

syd being the first person sugar called and claire being the last mhm yup 🙂‍↕️

a good chunk of claire and carmys scenes being muted or cool colors once again!

RICHIE AND HIS DAUGHTER AA!! i wish they had an entire episode dedicated to them theyre so cute!

theres something to be said about loneliness and isolation this season? again i would need to rewatch the season. something something carmy pushing syd away something something nat fearing giving birth because of her mom something something syd having a breakdown and isolating herself from the rest of the fam something something

pete ❤️

chris you have reached ur limit on white male characters enough is enough theres NO MORE ROOM

ngl i actually liked seeing john cena on my screen yall pls

why are we so close to everyones face i zont like zat at all

i thought they were going to bring louis back and got so excited!!! BRING BACK LOUIS

they wrap up the claire storyline by season 4 or part three?? whatever theyre doing idk

LUCA!!!!!!

as much one sided beef i have with jlc she delivered i crode very hard

backseating the characters of color is very lame and bogus! i hated it! what happened to tinas friends she met at school? does ebra not have family? syd and her dad? marcus and his roommate? so many characters they could introduce from sydney marcus tina ebra fuck even angel and manny but they insist on introducing characters that have ties to the berzattos. i hate it! i really do!

syds apartment? where did you go fren….

i wish they were more artsy fartsy with carmys internal struggles give me cringe film student vibes please ill take anything

FUCK CICERO he didnt do anything but PISS ME OFF >:(

why didnt they have syd work out the economics (or whatever tf that computer dude did do). didnt she do something like that in season one? i guess since cicero called him it makes sense

richie and nat are so adorable i love them!!!!

overall pretty mediocre season. it was okay for a show like the bear. i don’t agree with having an entire season dedicated to build up! or atleast in the way they’ve done it in season 3. season 1 was a prologue for the entire show yet it still felt like a complete season. alot of the things that went down in season three either could’ve been compressed into a shorter span of time or they could’ve gotten more episodes (as if its that easy lol but the pacing wouldn’t have suffered as much if the season was longer). um decent season? i dont hate it! i dont love it either. like i said it feels soulless and maybe thats the intention? idk man 😔

i will most definitely be seated for season four TRUST

[pocketjoong]

❥𓂃𓏧Intertwined Destinies

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (SYNOPSIS) "There will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears, and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears..." After The Storm, Mumford & Sons

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (PAIRING) idol!seonghwa x gn!reader

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (GENRE AND AU/TROPE): angst to fluff. soulmates.

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WARNINGS) Angst. It ends in fluff though? Sad and frustrated Seonghwa. Sad you. Mentions of broken hearts. Lmk if I missed anything ksksks

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (WORD COUNT) 1.4k

ꕥ𓂃𓏧 (A/N) @hwaightme my loveeeeeeee~ happy birthday! I love you as much as there are stars (hwas) in the night sky. thank you for being you and for being such a kind and warm person. wishing you lots of love from the bottom of my hwart. I hope this is not too angsty asdfghjkl, I was planning on fluff, but my brain didn't want to listen... :) Anyways, I hope you like this little rollercoaster of tears, and i'm sorry in advance!

Shoutout to @armysantiny for reading this beforehand!

Seonghwa runs his fingers through his already tousled ebony hair, groaning as he pauses the track sent to him by the producers at KQ. In the dimly lit studio, the neon glow from the computer screen casts a dreamy glow around him. Seonghwa’s brows furrow as he stares down at the pages of his leather-bound notebook. Each scribbled lyric within its pages doesn’t seem to fit the melody given to him.

For Seonghwa, writing lyrics is a territory he’s still exploring and learning. But he wanted to challenge himself this time around, especially since he had received help from Hongjoong while writing lyrics for his rap verse in Bouncy. That experience ignited the desire to create something that will not only awe atinys but also the composers too. But till now, every word he has penned down seems like a discordant note in what he would consider a masterpiece.

With a deep, exasperated sigh, Seonghwa slumps back in his chair. The leather creaks in protest, adding another irritating voice to the cacophony of his own rapidly darkening thoughts. Seonghwa groans again, frustration etched across his features as he tugs at the roots of his hair as though trying to yank inspiration from the depths of his mind.

“You will rip out all your hair if you keep that up,” Hongjoong deadpans from the doorway, causing the elder male to slowly swivel in his chair, exhausted eyes meeting the former’s figure. “You need help?”

Seonghwa’s response is a weary shake of his head, his lips parting, about to reassure his friend, but Hongjoong interjects, his voice laced with concern.

“You need to take a break, Hwa,” Hongjoong implores. “You’ve been cooped up for so long in the studio. That’s my thing, not yours. We’re worried about you, especially since…” He trails off, his gaze shifting to Seonghwa’s forearm, which remains fully concealed by his full-sleeved shirt.

“Oh, it's fine, Hongjoong,” Seonghwa smiles, though anyone can see the fakeness of it. “I'm—”

“—If you say fine once more, I swear,” unable to bear his friend’s hollow reassurances any longer, Hongjoong cuts him off with a firm tone and sits on the vacant chair next to Seonghwa. “I've known you for years, Hwa. And even if I didn't, I would still be able to know that you are not fine.”

Seonghwa's weary sigh seems to echo in the dimly lit room as his gaze drifts up to the false ceiling as if searching for answers among the shadows. 

“I’m not…” he begins, words weighed down by the gravity of his emotions. “How can I be? I was supposed to get my soulmate tattoo on my birthday. And I didn’t.” The words spill from his lips like a lament, each syllable tinged with the bitterness of disappointment. His voice begins to quiver as he continues to speak, “Out of every single person in this world, why is it me who doesn't have a soulmate? Am I not worthy of one? I know I’m not perfect, but…” Seonghwa’s voice breaks, and he finally turns to look at Hongjoong with tear-filled eyes. “Out of everyone, why me?”

“Seonghwa…” Hongjoong begins, but the weight of Seonghwa’s words leaves him momentarily speechless.

Seonghwa lets out a bitter chuckle and shakes his head as if trying to shake off the sorrow that clings to him like a shroud. He rises from his seat, “You won't understand, Joong. You have an amazing soulmate; please take care of them.”

With that, Seonghwa leaves the room, leaving Hongjoong alone in the dimly lit studio. As the door closes behind the taller male, his eyes fall on the lyrics Seonghwa had penned.

Mournful thunder rips the skiesIt’s much too bright for me to hideAnd purples lie beneath my eyesAnother crash as clouds collide

“You're right,” Hongjoong whispers in the studio, his voice blending in with the shadows. I don't understand. But I wish from the bottom of my heart that the universe gives you your soulmate. If anyone deserves one, it’s you,” his words hand in the air, lingering like an unspoken prayer, even though he knows that Seonghwa can’t hear him.

As he speaks, a soft breeze gently rustles the curtains, casting patterns of light and shadow on the walls. The room itself seems to hold its breath as if in reverence for the longing that envelopes Seonghwa’s heart.

The world has always worked in peculiar ways as it tries to unite each soulmate pair. On the day one turned 22, the universe would bestow an individual with soulmate marks. Each mark, in one way or another, had the power to help the bearer to contact their soulmate, either through dreams, thoughts, or writing. It is different for everyone but similar in that it all led to one destination: the union of souls.

You had always believed in the concept of soulmates, for it was a belief etched deep into your heart as you couldn’t help but be captivated by the concept. You loved to read about soulmates and heard stories from people about how they met their soulmates. Hearing all the stories from different people, you started fantasising about how you’d meet yours. And by the time you turned 22, there wasn’t a thing you didn't know about soulmates. You had read almost every book you could lay hands on and talked to whoever had met their soulmates. There were some cases where someone didn’t get their soulmate tattoo, but that was extremely rare, and in one generation, not more than one or two people didn’t get their tattoos. But since you had read everything and knew a lot, you thought you were ready for anything.

But nothing could have prepared you for the disaster that struck on the day of your 22nd birthday, a day that was meant for a celebration of destiny. You were happy as you saw the beautiful musical note that was engraved on the skin of your wrist that morning. There was a skip in your step that day until the evening. As you were returning from your classes at the university while listening to ATEEZ, a K-Pop group that you loved for their deep and meaningful music, you became aware of the stinging pain in your wrist. Like a nightmare, you saw the newly acquired music note fade, and the world was enveloped in darkness. When you awoke, you found yourself in the sterile confines of a hospital room, surrounded by your family, who bore expressions of sympathy and sorrow.

A year has passed since that fateful day that shattered your dreams, leaving you grappling with the wreckage of your heart. In a bid to start life anew, you move to South Korea, taking on the role of a translator for a broadcasting network.

As you navigate your new life in a foreign land, the pain of your lost soulmate remains a constant companion, an indelible mark on your heart. The wound is far from healed, but a sense of contentment begins to seep into your life. South Korea, with its bustling cityscape, offers you solace and a chance to rebuild your life.

The rain pelts against the coffee shop’s misty windowpanes, creating a soothing melody of its own. Inside the warmth of the coffee shop, you sit perched upon a cushioned stool, your hand cradling a cup of warm hot chocolate in your hands. The cafe is quite crowded today due to individuals seeking shelter from the rain. The soft chatter of conversations swirls in the air, punctuated by the distant hum of espresso machines and the occasional clinking of cutlery.

As you gaze out at the deserted street, a tranquil feeling settles within you, the raindrops serving as a lullaby to your thoughts. It allows you a brief respite from the storm, both literal and metaphorical, that had rages within your soul.

The sound of the bell, which signals the door’s opening, shakes you out of your reverie. You look up, curiosity piqued by the arrival of a masked figure. The male surveys the room, eyes scanning the available seating options, and his gaze settles upon the only vacant spot next to you. 

With each step the mysterious figure takes to walk toward you, you can’t help but feel that you know them from somewhere. Your pulse quickens when realisation dawns upon you. It hits you like lightning that the mysterious figure is Park Seonghwa.

Your breath is caught in your throat as he approaches. His sultry, brown eyes meet yours, and something clicks inside you. As if controlled by an unseen force, he reaches a hand out for you, and as your fingers meet his, a beautiful star engraves itself on both your and his wrists, a symbol of your intertwined destinies.

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﹟( s ) ( ☆ ) ( ✔︎ ) – yoongi x fem!reader , camboy!yoongi x camgir!reader / onlyfans creators . Minors don't interact. Summary: your friend convinced you to record an audio for your OF, but doing it alone is nerve-wracking so you turn to your favorite creator for help. ⎡ reader is afab and is referred to as she/her, not much more description is given otherwise. ⎦

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➪ The casual type

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﹟( sb ) ( s ) ( ☾ ) ( ✎ ) – yoongi x fem!reader. AU. College!verse. Strangers to friends with benefits to ?????. Eventual smut. Hurt / comfort at times. And fluff for cute friends. Summary: Hobi and his girlfriend set you up with a friend of hers to help with whatever happened months back. However, no one really expected things to end the way they did. ⎡ reader is afab and is referred to as she/her. she has long black hair because for a sec this was going to be an oc hehe ⎦

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➪ Cat c(h)at

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﹟( r ) ( f ) ( ☾ ) ( ✎ ) – yoongi x reader Summary: You adopt the cat that keeps hanging out in the parking lot of your building, except you don't take it home and he lives freely. And has also been adopted by Yoongi. ⎡ fake text series. at some point reader aspects may be more established ( when I decide to use a particular pic or something ) but is pretty nondescriptycal now. ⎦

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➪ Intentions don't mean much

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﹟( a ) ( f ) ( ★ ) ( ✔︎ ) – yoongi x fem!reader. AU. Established relationship. Angst and comfort / fluff. Summary: Yoongi is having some bad days and, in the end, deciding to keep it to himself to not worry his partner is not the best idea. ⎡ reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. ⎦

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➪ Jealousy, jealousy

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﹟( a ) ( f ) ( ★ ) ( ✔︎ ) – yoongi x fem!reader. Angst. Hurt / comfort. Established relationship. Song drabble. Summary: Jealousy has never been a problem in your relationship, not until a comment can't leave Yoongi's mind and interactions at your office’s party just make it worse. ⎡ this was a request. reader is referred to with she/her pronouns. ⎦

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➪ Neon Lights

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﹟( s ) ( ★ ) ( x ) – jungkook x fem!reader . Summary: Jia, your best friend, had a plan for meeting your celebrity crush at this party. But it didn’t involve a random meet cue, your ex, and the way the night actually ended with Jungkook. ⎡ this was a request. reader is afab and is referred to as she/her, not much more description is given otherwise. ⎦

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[aris-ink]

Hi, I was wondering if I can request a Yandere Yoongi x reader where she’s really shy and innocent and he’s all soft with her. Praise kink. Maybe something supernatural, sorry that’s all I got. 😅Your stories are so well written and a guilty pleasure of mine so it would mean so much if you can write something with these things. ☺️

I love you ❤️ tysm and I'm sorry this turned out so mushy 🥺 I'm also a bit rusty with supernatural aus so...

pairing: yoongi x reader

genre: romance, werewolf!au

warnings: mentions of violence (not towards the reader), praise kink, loving degradation (just a tiny bit), dirty talk, hints of breeding kink and multiple orgasms, possessiveness, marking, creampie, so... much... love.....

The clocks always seemed to stop when Yoongi kissed you. He was a rather quiet soul, but he didn't need to say much for you to hear him. Everything that lingered on his tongue ended up sinking into your lips, pages upon pages of questions, love letters and musings you stored away deep in your heart.

He liked to trace soft patterns into your skin as he kissed you, his fingertips shaping different galaxies on your thighs, sliding upwards whenever he felt you shiver.

He liked taking his time learning the language of your body. He yearned to become fluent in it, hold long, nightly conversations, tangled under the sheets with you from dusk to dawn.

He had read about the concept of twin flames somewhere, two halves of the same soul. Mirroring each other and yet differing, like yin and yang. He wasn't well versed in theology or matters of the spirit; he wasn't even human. But what else could he call you if not his other half? The light to his dark.

His betas quickly learned not to put your name in their mouth with anything other than respect. No person or monster was a threat to you as long as Yoongi existed in some way. Even in death he'd crawl out of his grave to drag anyone who touched a hair on your head right under the ground and into the pits of hell. In the end, the only thing that awakened the beast inside him and put it back to sleep was the moon.

You were his moon.

He liked to kiss you everywhere. Your shyness only served to make him want to do it more, something about it provoking his possessiveness in the most feral of ways.

His lips pressed into the wet patch on your underwear softly, dark eyes flicking up to your face. He could see the faint embarrassment painting your features, shadowed by desire that made your thighs clench.

"So sweet," his deep voice rumbled, another small kiss following. The slight pressure of his lips on your wet slit, even with the cotton material in the way, made you moan softly.

Yoongi appreciated that. He expressed his adoration with a throaty, pleased hum, his tongue flattening to lick a fat stripe up your cunt.

You sighed out his name and shuddered, your back arching off the bed. His hungry gaze followed the movement intensely; such a sensual curve. He wanted to make you arch higher and see stars. Touch their heat and make all your dreams come true.

He rubbed his cheek against the inside of your thigh, purring, breathing in the heavenly scent of your skin and your arousal.

"Please, Yoongi," you whined, so cutely he didn't know if it made his dick or his heart throb harder.

A hint of a smile glowed on his face, both warm and taunting.

"Please," he echoed, lifting himself up so he could hover above you, "what?"

You didn't look away, but you did fist your hands in the sheets, chest heaving and brows scrunched. He could see the struggle in your eyes, could hear the nervous but excited pitter patter of your heart. His large hand enveloped your cheek, his thumb stroking it tenderly.

"You're doing so well, my sweet girl," he murmured, his free hand exploring your bare waist. Your skin burned to the touch, soft like velvet, your lashes fluttering. "So, so well."

He watched the tension slowly seep out of your muscles as he caressed you, lips brushing against your neck, his hand sliding to fondle your breast.

"Just keep going, baby." His thumb toyed with your hardened nipple, muscular thighs setting themselves comfortably in between yours. "You're so beautiful," he whispered. "All mine, and I'm yours."

His hips rolled into you, his cock hard and throbbing, nudging against your clit. "Tell me what you want. Take what's yours."

You moaned into his ear, your hips lifting off the bed to press closer to his crotch. Yoongi's jaw clenched, a hiss slipping past his teeth.

"Please-" you swallowed, trying to bury your shyness, trying not to escape and hide away parts of yourself that felt new. Yoongi loved all of them, he always said. He was desperate to experience all of you, raw and unfiltered. He left more encouraging, butterfly kisses along your throat, helping you slip away.

"Please fuck me," you finally moaned.

The words shot through his aching cock, precum drizzling out from the tip. Curling his fingers under your panties, he pushed them aside.

"Such a good girl," he cooed. "So well mannered too, yeah?"

Slowly, he lined himself up with your slick entrance, pushing forward. The gasp that escaped you made his stomach twist. Inch by inch, he stretched you out, your cunt pulsing around his thickness. He settled inside you with a grunt, squeezing your thigh.

"God," he gritted, "this pussy was made for me."

That was all the warning you got before he rolled his hips and started a rhythmic pace, his thrusts hard and deep, rocking your body beneath him. The little moans you let out mingled with the wet sounds of skin slapping, and Yoongi wanted to ruin you right then and there. Pull the temple of your body apart brick by brick to study it and insert himself into every crack before rebuilding it, merging you forever.

"You feel so good," he groaned.

His tongue traced the faint scar on your neck, one he made when he bit into you on your first night together. Human traditions were different from his, but he wanted to follow both, honor who you were. It wasn't a problem. In fact, it excited him. He could mark you as his mate and put a pretty ring on your finger. The more ways he could find to make it clear that you were his, the better. He'd take them all. And then it wouldn't be his fault if someone was left mangled in the forest for stepping too close to you. You were his and his only.

The thought took over him completely, spreading fire through his veins. He fucked you harder, his hand gripping your chin to make you look at him.

"Mine."

The word came out as a growl, just as menacing as it was loving. His cock throbbed as your back arched again, a mewl leaving your swollen, flushed lips.

"I wanna fill you up," he breathed. "Fuck, I can't wait for everyone to see I get to fuck this tight little cunt and come inside it so much you're carrying my kid."

You tightened around him, your eyes wide and sparkling, pulling another growl out of his chest.

"Mm, perfect fucking baby. Best, prettiest girlfriend," he kissed you hard, his tongue as ruthless as his cock, owning and devouring. "Gon' be the best, prettiest wife," he mumbled into your lips, "and the best, prettiest mama."

"Yoongi," you whined, your nails digging into his strong shoulders. The sharp sting induced goosebumps, a low moan slipping past his lips.

"Yeah, I know, baby. I know."

He slipped his hand under your ass and gripped the soft flesh possessively, ramming his cock into you faster.

"My little slut needs to come, huh?" He mumbled breathlessly. "Needs my cock to leave her gaping and dripping."

Your thighs shuddered, your cunt clenching around him. Yoongi buried his face into your neck, nipping and sucking at your scar, his cock twitching inside you.

"Close," you breathed. "So close."

Yoongi groaned.

"I can fucking feel it."

He was getting close too, his abdomen getting tighter with every clench of your dripping pussy.

"Come with me," he pleaded, his voice rough and desperate, just like the way he fucked you. "Come on, pretty baby. Come with me and I'll fuck this pretty little pussy again until you're overflowing with me."

He shivered when he felt your walls spasming around him. Combined with your erotic cries sounding through the room, it instantly triggered his own orgasm, his balls throbbing as he emptied himself inside you. Sloppily, he fucked his cum into your tight hole, groaning and swearing into your sweaty skin.

A string of fucks and yeahs and another little shudder, and then he stilled, swallowing harshly. He found it difficult to lift his head for a moment, so instead he focused on caressing your arms, listening to your heartbeat slow.

He sighed, his cock thrumming inside you. His stamina was out of this world, as was his constant need for you. It was never a problem though; even though you were human, you could take it, and it was safe to say your neediness matched his in many ways.

He lifted his head up at last and looked at you, his smile soft, his hips snapping into you.

You moaned, the sound soon muffled by his tongue.

"My good," another sharp thrust followed, "fucking," then a kiss, "girl."

You weren't going to get any sleep. Not for the first time. He pulled out only to flip you onto your stomach and cover your back with his broad chest, leaving a light smack on your ass.

"How many times you think you got in you, baby?"

You definitely weren't going to sleep.

[notyouraryang0dd3ss]

One lowkey thing that kinda drives me insane about Taylor Swift is discussion about her music. I don't know how to explain this properly but... (sorry for the long ask)

She's not an excellent singer. She's fine, but as a good example from her own discography: look at Florida feat. Florence. Florence singing her verse made me wake up in that album and made me realize how the song could've been delivered! She sings it in a much more interesting way than Taylor did. This isn't even to speak towards other popular artists like Beyonce, Ariana, Lana, Olivia, Billie, etc. who all have their own signature vocal styles and delivery that are impressive and make their songs.

I don't know. It feels bizarre to have one of the biggest pop artists in the world to have such mediocre vocals. TTPD as an album I feel partly got killed because of the way she's so samey about her vocal delivery.

But her fans would say no it's not about the vocals, it's the songwriting. But then TTPD songwriting was meh and just awful at some parts (the 1800s racist line is weird. period. I don't care whatever essay defense they give it). What now? What's the appeal? Why does she get to release something mediocre and get all the attention and praise when some artists have released great albums this year?

Then there's also when she gets the weirdest praise for the mildest things that other musicians have done. Album eras? "Oh, she's so cool and different for that!" No, she didn't invent them, shut up. An album of fictional songs with a story? They act as if concept albums don't exist! The most minor of genre shifts (she's primarily exploring different types of pop) are treated as experimental and groundbreaking. The most milquetoast and shallow political music she ever wrote (YNTCD and The Man) are seen as iconic moments of speaking out. Like what?

It's just frustrating me. I remember when someone told me she screamed in some songs in TTPD (Who's Afraid of Little Old Me and The Black Dog iirc) and I listened to that album and I thought they were joking with me because what do you mean scream??? Why does she get praised for so much mediocrity holy shit!

I think this is why when I hear people say that there's swifties that only mainly listen to Taylor and Taylor-adjacent artists, I believe them. I feel like they're making so many impressed remarks about her work because that's all they know. That's how we get genre takes like someone saying Rep is punk or how they want her to make a rock album. I feel like that's how we get stupid stuff like Gaylors too. Because why listen to actually out queer artists if you can just reimagine your fave artist as queer?

Honestly, I just don't understand the attachment to her music? Every time someone tells me it's because she's relatable, I just shake my head because she's never been relatable to me, even back when I enjoyed her songs. Maybe I'm too un-USAmerican for this, but she was never very universal for me. I enjoyed her because she did fun pop songs. But now I've realized she's so frustratingly shitty as a person, I can't listen to her.

Sorry for the rant, but it's been hard to find a space for this without getting attacked by swifties (especially as a poc).

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[gunsatthaphan]

✌🏻✨ ~ 2023 wrap-up ~ ✨✌🏻

another year gone, another post no one asked for djkghdf

I normally don't talk about personal stuff on here but like in the previous year I wanted do a little recap and give shoutouts to some lovely people 🧡

It hasn't been an easy year for me, I started a new job which has been stressful and annihilated my work-life balance which resulted in me being sick a lot & just being stressed for most of the year lol. I barely found time to maintain this blog which may not seem like it on the outside since I somehow managed to frequently post but it's been difficult. I know I don't have to be online 24/7 but the fear of slipping into irrelevancy due to lack of content remains. I didn't have much time to watch bls & asian shows in general which I still consider my safe space and escapism so I'm resentful that I didn't get to fully take in and enjoy the things I'm passionate about and make content about them like I did in the previous years. That being said thank god for all the weekend shows that I did manage to watch and fully focus on like Only Friends and now Cooking Crush and Cherry Magic. Those have been life savers lol and also thank god for all the talented creators who gave us tons of content; I will mention some of them below.

But aside from my personal schedule and despite not watching a lot of stuff, I still tried to keep an eye on what's going on in the BL world for my monthly breakdowns, which I still enjoy making and I will likely continue them in 2024. I also came to the conclusion that 2023 ended up being another rendition of quantity > quality in the BL-verse so not much has changed lol - not that I expected it to. We got a wild and extended mix of different genres and subgenres this year which was nice to see. We saw companies & actors experimenting a lot (with varying results), we got new ships, new fandoms and new enemies, as well as a variety of comebacks and retirements. My watchlist this year was limited to Thai BLs and my blog mostly consisted of gmmtv related content and like I said, if I had had more time I probably would have explored more different shows - but I eventually resorted to what's familiar. I guess I needed an anchor in midst of all my personal chaos lol.

But despite my short list, there were a few gems that I enjoyed. The big ones like Only Friends, Moonlight Chicken, Be My Favorite, etc., and the small, less popular ones like Be Mine Superstar, Mission Fan Possible and a few more. I enjoyed talking to friends & making content about them in the limited timeframes I had. My opinions mostly matched those of the general public but unfortunately there were a few disappointments that were bathing in a success that I could not wrap my head around - Dangerous Romance and A Boss and a Babe being at the top of that list, followed by La Pluie and also a few of the lakorns I watched. But anyway.

Anyone who knows me knows my blog has been 83% FirstKhao this year lmao, they're my favorite people in this industry and watching them act, interact & making content about them has been one of my highlights. I'm excited to see what 2024 brings for them and even if it's not a series, I'm looking forward to seeing what else they will be up to 🥺 🐈‍⬛ 🐈

I'm going into 2024 with mixed feelings but above all I hope I will get the chance to expand my watchlist a little. I will post a personal top10 of the shows I watched this year shortly; until then I want to talk a bit about some lovely people this year - I’m not good with words lmao but thank you for being you and making this hellsite a better place 🥹 lol.

@leonpob - bestie!!! 🧡 our BL opinions have drifted apart this year lmao but who's to say friendships are solely based on mutual opinions. You're the best, stay the way you are and here's to another year of sharing thoughts and hopefully finding more shows to watch together (no matter if trash or not lol) 😉😘  @mayalunas - ahhhh I loved talking to you sooo so much this year, we agree on so many things that I'm convinced we share the same BL braincells lmao. You're one of my favorite people on this website, thank you for being such a good listener and a positive & supportive person to talk to 🥺 I hope you have the best 2024!!! ily!!! 🧡 @khunvegas - GURL idk where you went this year or if you still exist sdjkds but just know I haven't forgotten about you and I miss our talks 🥺 come back pls thank. @my-wandering-rabbit - I love our random out-of-context talks once a month lmao, I appreciate you and I hope we will continue our ritual of me watching shows and you asking me questions without watching them kjsdhg @bl-recs-and-reviews - Bestie!!! I love our catch-ups on Discord, you were one of the first people I ever talked to like 4 years ago? crazy. look at us. I still love you, you're the sweetest and I love talking to you 🧡🥺 @dreamedofyou - ahh I absolutely love your blog!!! I noticed you a lot in my notifications this year so I wanted to say thank you so much for interacting with my unhinged content (mostly FK related lmao) - We haven't talked a ton but I think of you as a very nice person and I hope we can talk more next year 🥹🫶🏻

and then of course some more shoutouts go out to all the wonderful and talented creators out there; I will never be able to tag all of you so sorry in advance but here are a few that I appreciate, some of which have also mentioned me in their wrap-up posts so thank you for that!!!

@taeminie @seatawinan @loveisactivated @forcebook @jimmysea @guzhu-furen @daymork @itsallaboutbl @seatawinans @blneobin @blmpfff @wanderlust-in-my-soul @pranpat @milkpansa @raypakorn @ahxu-laowen @forcebookish @forcebookcorner @morkofday @chinzillas @seajimmy @dimpledpran @i-got-the-feels @bengiyo @benkaaoi @25shadesoffebruary @moonkhao @smittenskitten @respectthepetty @earthfluuke @pharawee @khaotunq @khaotunqs @pranink @gabrielokun @piningintrovert @zhaozi @markpakin @firstkanaphans @firstforkhao @khaotungsfirst @wen-kexing-apologist @firstkpp @firstmix @bunnakit @khaothanawat @alienwlw @ffirstkhao (I can't tag the last 4 for some reason..)

have the best 2024!!!

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