#I did part of the crossfade

[lovewillthaw-j]

Mama!

[whumpingwho]

The Sirens of Time Part 2, or as I like to call it, the Fifth Doctor generally has a Bad Time™ onboard a German submarine.

[maddiebuckley]

TILE TRANSITION TUTORIAL

a couple of people have asked me for a tutorial on how I did the penultimate gif in this set, so here goes! this is my first tutorial, so please feel free to reach out with further questions if anything's unclear.

note: this tutorial assumes you know the basics of gifmaking, can create the base gifs, and are familiar with timeline mode.

STEP ONE: create the base gifs! I'd recommend staying between 25-40 frames for each gif, since the transitions we'll use later tend to increase gif sizes. these are the ones I'll be using for this tutorial:

STEP TWO: create the guide layouts for both base gifs. for this panel, I chose a 4x4 grid — I would recommend keeping the number of "tiles" low because it can get tedious, but have a minimum of 9 (3x3 grid).

now your canvas should look like this:

STEP THREE: create the tiles. this is where the going gets rough; there might be easier ways to do this that I couldn't think of 😭 if there are any please send me an ask!

essentially, in this step we'll cut up the base gifs into smaller squares so that each tile can be manipulated separately when we put both gifs together. to do this, first create a square using the rectangle tool and the guides. then duplicate the base gif, move it above the square, apply a clipping mask, and then convert the clipped gif and square (selected in the image below) into one smart object.

ALTERNATELY: you could duplicate the original base gif and use layer masks to isolate tiles. create a layer mask for the duplicated gif layer and, with the layer mask selected, drag your mouse over a square (using the guide layout) and press delete. then press ctrl/cmd + i to invert the layer mask so that the gif only shows in the square of your choosing.

now repeat until you've got the entire gif in tiles, and do the same for the other gif!

since the transition effect is achieved by staggering the crossfades for each tile of the final gif, you can cheat by having multiple tiles "flip" at a time, ideally no more than four. this means you need to cut the base gif up into fewer pieces. to do this, simply draw multiple squares instead of one and then merge the shapes, before duplicating and clipping the gif onto them.

if you do this, it's essential to remember that you have to divide both gifs up in the exact same way. each piece of the b/w gif has to correspond to a piece of the purple gif!

this is what the layers look like for each gif once I'm done:

I have them lettered so that it'll be easier to match them up in the next step.

STEP FOUR: this is the complicated bit that took me two days to figure out. I'll do my best to explain but don't hesitate to reach out if something isn't clear!

to begin, open up a new psd and import both base gifs into it. (remember to click "create video timeline" and ensure that your gifs are all in order before proceeding.)

now, the trickiest part about this transition is ensuring that all the little tiles sync up so that the larger gif is coherent. so first we'll create some markers (just empty layers) to ensure that everything lines up as it should. — marker 1: at about halfway through the first gif (b/w in this case) — marker 2: at about a quarter of the gif length — marker 3: close to the end of the gifs

at this point we're ready to start bringing in the tiles. I'm going to delete the base gifs from this new psd just to keep things cleaner!

first thing to do is import my b/w tile. move the timeline slider over to marker 1 and split the first gif. (if it helps, rename the split gifs and add (start) and (end) to the two halves.) then, move the (end) half to the beginning of the timeline, and the (start) half to line up with marker 3.

the purple tile is easier to manage. simply import it into the psd and line it up with marker 2.

your timeline should now look like this:

notice the overlap between the gifs at their beginnings and ends — this is where you'll be able to cascade the tiles flipping, so it helps to have a significant amount of overlap.

crop the three gifs for this tile as you see fit! since this is the first tile I want to flip from b/w to purple, I'll crop gif 1a (end) all the way to the current position of the timeline slider (red line with blue tip) and leave the beginning of gif 2a uncropped. for the flip from purple to b/w, I'll crop both gifs a bit.

once that's done, drag all three gifs onto the same level in timeline so they form a video group. your timeline should look something like this:

now you just repeat the process for all the other tiles! as long as you made sure that all the tiles in one gif correspond with tiles in the other gif in step three, this should be a fairly painless process. make sure to crop the starts/ends of the gifs separately so that they don't all flip together.

this is what my layers look once I've done all the tiles:

and the gif!

STEP FIVE: transitions! click on the half-white square (top right of the left column in the timeline, beside the scissors) and select the crossfade transition, then drag it between two gifs in a video group. it should create a two-triangle symbol and shorten the overall length of the video group.

apply the transition to all the tile flips, ensuring that the duration of all transitions is constant. this can sometimes be tricky because ps likes to change the duration of each transition, so right click on the transition symbol and manually change all your transition durations to be the same.

your layers should now look something like this:

STEP SIX: draw the grid. bring back the guide layout from step two and using the line tool (I like 2px thickness), trace the grid. adjust opacity as you see fit (50-80% is usually a good idea), so that the canvas looks like this:

STEP SEVEN: export and celebrate! you're done!

I hope this tutorial made sense and was easy to follow, and happy giffing! my inbox is always open for any questions <3

[solecize]

  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision. despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. inspired heavily by stardew valley, friends to lovers, childhood friends, cowboy jungkook, small town alternate universe, slice of life, grief, growing up, mutual pining, jungkook as a parental figure 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 5.1k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. warnings for foul language, substance use (two characters get crossfaded), and sexually suggestive content (finally lol)

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“y/n, have you considered purchasing glasses?” 

  ironically, the question made you narrow your eyes at namjoon, who was mindlessly passing out glasses for the table. some of the boys stifled laughs and you wondered what that was about. you were catching them up on how jungkook has been helping you around the farm - albeit, not recently. every time things seemed to be all right, there was an almost kiss that was followed by someone taking distance. the first time, it was jungkook. now, it was you.

  “what are you talking about?” you asked, just as jungkook walked through the front doors of the saloon.

  it was a holiday, so everyone decided to take the day off and hoseok closed up the pub from the public. that left you and your friends to claim the saloon as your hangout spot for the night. unlike everyone else, you still had things to take care of, having got up early and tended to the livestock. even though you did cut your day short, finishing up by lunch-time, you were tired from the preceding seven day work week. it was about time you had a drink.

  jungkook gave a small wave to everyone and sat himself in between seokjin and jimin, across from you. “sorry, i’m late. i was dropping jiwon at mrs. oh’s and she forgot her ipad,” he said.

  “we haven’t sat down and drank in a while with all of us, it’s nice that we’re all here,” remarked namjoon, apparently brushing off your previous question.

  some time had passed since the everyone in the group was able to hang out together, the last time being movie night at taehyung’s house. therefore, some time had passed since things got weird between you and jungkook. you wouldn’t call the first incident during breakfast-dinner an “almost kiss,” since you weren’t even sure if jungkook wanted to kiss you or it was all in your head. as for the night of jiwon’s disappearance, that was definitely more of a kiss than the other, but you dismissed it as something done in the heat of a vulnerable moment. given the conflicting suggestions from those around you, you had decided to take it easy and let him have his distance.

  apparently, jungkook did not like that and you were about to learn this.

  you crinkled your nose at the shots being poured. “i haven’t played a drinking game in so long.”

  hoseok, who was doing the honours, shook his head. “it’s okay, you definitely won’t lose. jimin is a lightweight,” he grinned, but jimin didn’t look the slightest bit fazed.

  “i’m not embarrassed. getting drunk faster means i spend less money,” jimin countered, which you thought was actually a good point.

  beside you, taehyung slid over a shot glass closer to you, since hoseok was at the other end of the table. you thanked him casually, but you swore you noticed jungkook’s eyes trained on the interaction. you wanted to scoff, since this was exactly what he was encouraging with taehyung, despite the fact that he was the individual in your friend group that you talked the least to. that was the most baffling part.

  “y/n can definitely drink. you had, like, four bottles to yourself last week,” seokjin commented.

  that immediately got jungkook’s attention. “last week?” he asked, voice an octave too high to be dismissed as a casual question.

  “yeah,” answered taehyung. “a few of us got dinner last week. i think you said no one could watch jiwon.” 

  “why, would you have changed your mind if you knew y/n was going to be th - “ yoongi started, but was cut off by two sharp elbow jabs from both sides, courtesy of namjoon and seokjin.

  on the other hand, you only accepted the invite because they mentioned jungkook couldn’t make it. it was to the same tune of you leaving book club early when jungkook made the meeting thirty minutes late or you helping namjoon with preparations for the midsummer fair only during jungkook’s working hours. you also avoided the general store for any errands, leaving you with a broken mop that couldn’t be replaced because of you staying away from him. 

  when jungkook got up to take a phone call, jimin poked you. “jungkook told me he thinks you’re avoiding him.” his voice was low, leaving the conversation to only be heard between the two of you.

  “huh? oh, yeah, i am.���

  the way his mouth dropped made you want to laugh. “what? why?”

  “i need to sort myself out. he should also,” you answered, shrugging. it looked like jimin wanted to ask more, but jungkook returned and the talk ceased.

  yoongi brought playing cards and the eight of you began a random game, which he explained the rules for. although the bar was empty, save for your group, voices filled the establishment to the brim. music flowed in the background amidst the way conversation did and it only grew with the more soju being poured. you did make a mental note to find some female friends in town, though, having to chastise some of the boys for jokes that they could have been cancelled for. 

  eventually, you had quite a few drinks, despite never being on the losing end for any of the games, which would usually call for the player to do so. at some point, a glass of water magically appeared in front of you. you turned to see that it was who jungkook had gotten up from his seat, now putting the pitcher of water back behind the bar. 

  the conversation moved to talking about the midsummer festival, which only grew rowdy once drinks were poured.

  “i bet you fifty bucks that you won’t find a date.” it was yoongi who sung the dare to jimin, who immediately accepted the challenge. 

  namjoon sighed, as he dealt cards across the table. “or you guys can be productive members of society and help me out by running a booth.”

  “oh! what booth do you need help with?” seokjin asked, slowly and a little too rehearsed. you looked at him oddly, wondering why he was talking like that and why he was side-eying namjoon the whole time. 

  namjoon sighed deeply at seokjin, eyes wide like he was about to slap him. “the kissing booth,” he answered, through gritted teeth, and you could catch the boys snickering at the scene. 

  again, with a mischievous glint in his eye, yoongi spoke up. “oh? y/n, you should do it. everyone in town thinks you’re a beauty.”

  you opened your mouth to respond, but was interrupted.

  “yeah, if you want to get sick,” jungkook instantly cut in, out of nowhere. “do you know how many germs a kissing booth will spread? hyung, don’t you think it’s a bit irresponsible to hold one?” it was like he couldn’t stop talking, despite the fact that he’d been silent for the last little while and suddenly had a burst of passion about kissing booths.

  the debate continued on, as hoseok poured yet another round of shots for the eight of you. you only really listened on, mostly confused because this was the first you heard of this idea. while helping namjoon and mayor kim with the festival preparations, there was not a single mention of a kissing booth in the plans. you narrowed your eyes at namjoon, who gave you a random thumbs up under the table.

  meanwhile, jungkook had yet to directly interact with you since the night started. you could understand why and the more you had to drink, the more you wanted to clear the air without holding back. there had yet to be an opportunity, though.

  “i’m going out for a smoke,” announced jungkook after just under three hours passed. 

  the alcohol in your system spoke for you before you even realized. “i’ll come.” 

  “no, it’s bad for you,” jungkook shot back in a heartbeat, eyebrows raised at your response. “you don’t smoke.” he waved something cylindrical in his hand, shiny and metallic. you made it out to be a grinder.

  to your side, seokjin pouted. “but, we were winning the game!” the two of you claimed victory for the past three rounds in a row, partaking in a game for partners and the eight of you evening things out for teams. 

  your competitive side definitely came out during the drinking, even despite being under the influence. it maybe had something to do with the fact that jungkook immediately claimed taehyung as his partner earlier, nearly jumping out of his seat when he did so. when you asked him why he was so hasty, jungkook replied that it was because he was ready to beat you and taehyung was the best at the game after himself.

  “are you guys going to talk now? i’m tired of the tension,” yoongi pleaded, but was hushed by taehyung and wasn’t heard by either you or jungkook.

  taehyung cleared his throat. “it’s okay, i’ll be your partner, jin hyung.” he rubbed his temples, looking at you and jungkook. “you guys can join in the next round.”

  “i smoke,” you insisted to jungkook. this wasn’t entirely false, as it was something you gravitated towards in social settings only. with a few drinks in your system, this was a likely time for you to accept a joint, whether it was with jungkook or not.

  jungkook cocked an eyebrow at you. “fine. you can roll then,” he said, as if testing you.

  evidently, you ended up failing the test and jungkook finally found the one thing you weren’t good at.

  outside and through the back door of the saloon, you and jungkook were propped up on some large boulders. like it always was, the stars were out and twinkling in a mesmerizing fashion. in your tipsy state, they were way too bright. meanwhile, across from where you sat, jungkook was watching you struggle with the rolling papers in between your fingers. he snickered to himself, taking a sip of the beer that he brought with him.

  the blistering and sweltering of the summer air called for clothing that didn’t suffocate you, but you felt naked under jungkook’s gaze. you wore a mustard yellow tube top and men’s basketball shorts, a pair that you stole from your ex, while your hair was pulled back into a high ponytail. your legs swung back and forth, your feet not even close to touching the ground while sitting on the boulder, and you were wearing flip flops from the general store.

  “when i met you at the funeral again, you were wearing high heels and satin,” jungkook randomly commented, the alcohol failing to conceal his once over of your appearance. “even on your first day, you were wearing platforms.”

  you were certainly blushing from his stare, but the nightfall concealed the red of your bashfulness. “i guess the last two months changed me already.” you didn’t realize that jungkook remembered such details long after the fact.

  he took a swig from his bottle. “don’t get me wrong. i like you both ways,” jungkook offered and the redness on your cheeks spread to the rest of your face. 

  you didn’t want to push him and ask what he meant by that. he was certainly right, though, your time in amber valley was already drastically affecting you. yet, it was easy to miss, especially after you finally found the right tune to your routine. though your new life was hard work, you’d never felt so easygoing and waking up never felt like a chore. when your backyard was beautiful fields, sunflowers grew in front of your house and your best friends were your stubborn chickens, life was no longer one of stressful hustle.

  jungkook made you break away from your thoughts, speaking up again to cut the silence. “you know, anytime before i turn forty would be nice.”

  you furrowed your eyebrows and then realized he was gesturing to the papers and his grinder in your lap, remembering the task you had at hand. “oh, sorry. forgot what i was doing,” you responded.

  he chuckled and you nearly trembled when he hopped off his boulder, strolling towards you. before you knew it, jungkook stood right in front of you, so close you could bump head. he swiped the materials from your lap - just barely brushing his hands on your legs. this time, unlike the moment you shared at dinner, something told you that jungkook knew what he was doing because he looked immediately up at you when he did so. 

  when jungkook didn’t move, it was your turn to break the silence and admittedly, it took all your strength. “you’ve had a couple drinks. you want to smoke later?” you suggested, finding the bravery to look right back at him through your eyelashes. 

  he stuck out his bottom lip and shook his head, as if to say it was no big deal. instead of going back to his previous sitting space, jungkook leaned on the tree just a few feet away from you and set his bottle on your side. 

  “we have the day off, relax a bit,” he said breezily, raising the papers to his mouth and applied the tiniest bit of moisture from his lips. you recalled the way they looked in your recurring dreams and suddenly found the ground the most interesting thing in the world.

  you replied, “i am relaxed,” and took his bottle from beside you, taking a gulp. 

  you felt his eyes burning into you and as the alcohol went down your throat, the sensation felt less and less hot. instead, you were inclined to meet his eyes again and when you did, you saw that your suspicions were correct. jungkook was still looking right at you.

  the distraction pulled your attention away with what jungkook was fumbling around with in his hands and before your very eyes, he held up perfectly neat joint between his thumb and index. it took a grand total over less than two minutes.

  “done,” jungkook announced, as he began feeling his pockets for a lighter.

  you gaped. “that was insanely fast.”

  he snorted. “i shouldn’t have asked you. pretty girls have men rolling for them all the time, why am i surprised that you couldn’t do it?” it sounded like jungkook was teasing you, but his expression remained serious. 

  “jeon jungkook, you’ve been talking a lot tonight,” you voiced, mindlessly playing with your hair. 

  you weren’t sure if your words were ones of warning or encouragement, since the only thing you could focus on was how jungkook just called you pretty. meanwhile, it was hard to resist taking another sip of jungkook’s drink, hoping it would ease your heart rate. you did so, taking a larger gulp than before, and you noticed the way he frowned when watching you.

  “have i?” jungkook questioned, putting the joint between his lips and clicked his lighter, bringing it close to his face and letting the tip turn a deep orange. sterling smoke filled your surroundings, but he was clear as day. 

  you nodded slowly. “more than usual. and that’s with that big mouth of yours,” you added, hoping that cracking a joke would make you at ease.

  it didn’t. jungkook’s lips did tug into a smile, but you were more distracted with the way that he looked blowing out clouds of smoke - honestly, he was pretty. his lips were pretty and his heavy lids were pretty. the way he voice grew raspy as the night went on and more so when he smoked was pretty.

  you realized that you were staring now too and only realized when jungkook gently took his bottle away from your grip. he sighed, placing it on the ground to pick up later. 

  “and you haven’t talked much. that means you shouldn’t have more of this,” he asserted, even despite your whines of objection. “when your big mouth is quiet, that’s trouble. you have something on your mind?” 

  “then pass the joint,” you said, folding your arms across your chest. 

  jungkook immediately burst out laughing, which annoyed you. “absolutely not. you’re drunk and you couldn’t roll, so that means you don’t need to get high.”

  you pouted, which was extremely out of character for you and made jungkook laugh even more. “what? no.”

  “i’m the one who’s going to be walking you home safe, so i’d like to do it with a peace of mind, thanks,” he said, tilting his head slightly as he examined the state you were in. 

  it never occurred to you to ask any of the boys to make sure that you could get home safely and no one offered. you were confident that you could make it home just fine, but didn’t realize that jungkook had already made it his responsibility to look after you.

  “you know,” you began, “you used to always throw a fit when your mom asked you to walk me home.”

  that was one of your most vivid memories from your childhood in amber valley. even though jungkook was technically younger than you, it was his job to be by your side. it was one of the things that you got teased about back then, mostly by jimin in his devilish phase.

  “you used to get pissed off, but you walked me home every time. i feel like when i look back, i can remember so much of us just walking or riding our horses as kids. i don’t really remember where we were going or what we were up to - only you were always by my side.”

  jungkook looked down, kicking a rock. “safe to say i’ve never had a friend like you?” he hesitated.

  it seemed like every time someone uttered the “f” word, the tension thickened like molasses. it was like a rapid game of table tennis, the way the two of you bounced the word back and forth at each other, hoping the other person would finally give up. at this moment, you and jungkook both looked like you were ready to wave the white flag. 

  but, of course, you were both too competitive to lose. 

  shoving your feelings away, you hopped off the boulder and made steps towards jungkook. he instinctively straightened, no longer leaning on the tree when he watched you approach. instead, he peered down at you, a questioning look glimmering in his eyes. 

  “let me have some,” you demanded, pointing at his hand. “i didn’t come outside just to chat with you.”

  “oh, you didn’t?” jungkook countered, as if you were lying through your teeth and he knew it. “you didn’t come outside to be with me?”

  the words he spoke were sharp and challenged you. you weren’t even sure how to grasp them and by jungkook’s silence, neither did he. he paused for a moment, as if pondering his choices. your feet were planted in the ground, as it was your turn to stand inches away from him and used this to show you weren’t afraid of his challenge. 

  eventually, jungkook chuckled in disbelief. without moving, he brought the lighter to the joint once more, ensuring it was lit. he leaned back into the tree and you were about to object, thinking he was going to refuse your request again. then, instead of handing the joint to you, jungkook turned it around and used his other hand to pull you closer by the arm. you stumbled ahead, nearly chest to chest with jungkook.

  “here,” jungkook said and you were confused.

  he held the joint up, licking his lips and didn’t move. you realized he was holding it for you. jungkook even moved strands of hair from the front of your face and you knew he saw you shiver. as soon as you saw what he waa doing, without missing a beat, you leaned in ever so slightly and looked right up at him when you did. you closed your lips around the tip, the sensation filling your lungs, and he watched you intently. as you inhaled, you found yourself leaning even further into his touch, legs now touching.

  nobody moved when you finished and you coughed gently in the other direction after exhaling. he playfully patted your back, as you let it out. you took one more inhale and then, he brought it back to his own lips.

  “good girl,” he murmured and your mouth went dry, which was definitely not a result of the weed. 

  when you composed yourself, you were aware of how close you two were now standing to each other. it felt like another challenge, to see who would move first. neither of you lost, unlike last time. 

  “you’ve been avoiding me,” you finally blurted out, but jungkook didn’t seem to mind. in fact, his expression remained blank and unreadable, which was driving you crazy.

  jungkook responded, “you mean you’ve been avoiding me?” his voice was lower and neared a whisper of a volume.

  “i don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  “and i don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shot back, before sighing and looking down at his feet. “maybe i have been talking too much tonight, bunny.” his voice dialed back on intensity. 

  you raised an eyebrow at jungkook. “why, are you holding something back?” the substances in your body were directing you like a puppet, but it was all thoughts and feelings that you’d held captive in your mind for weeks, being released at once. 

  “you’re making this so difficult,” jungkook grunted, gently pushing you away now, but you didn’t move. “i’m not doing this while you’re drunk.”

  “doing what?” you pressed his statements further and stepped closer again. “i’m drunk, but i know what i’m doing.”

  jungkook gritted his teeth and instead of responding, he slowly bent down and picked the beer bottle up from the ground. swishing it around slightly, he finished the rest of the liquid in one gulp. you didn’t miss the way he didn’t step back, still at the same proximity and refused to be the first one to move. you also refused, for once. 

  though you didn't have much to smoke, the high was settling into your muscles and you felt heavier than usual. jungkook gave you a once over again and observed this. he pressed his lips together and came even closer, wrapping his large hand around your wrist.

  he carefully tugged you towards the back door. “come on. time to go.”

  “no.”

  jungkook pretended to not hear you. “let’s go, you need to sit down.” yet somehow, his tone was unconvincing and his grip lacked intention. it was as if really was he was holding something back. 

  “why did you tell me to ask taehyung out? are you a child?” you were relentless, commanding questions left and right. you even stared right at him, as the alcohol and weed washed away any anxiety pooling in your stomach.

  his jaw visibly clenched. “you’re always so stubborn, you know?” jungkook didn’t sound angry or exasperated, but more so amazed at the attitude you kept up like a brick wall. even he had trouble in your opposition. 

  “and don’t start with me about avoiding you, i was just taking a page out of the jeon jungkook handbook of communication,” you snapped, letting his question through in one ear and out the other.

  “oh, give me a break - “

  “no, now would be a great time to explain yourself,” you demanded.

  jungkook clenched his jaw, before taking another drag of his joint and promptly put it out against the tree. even though you felt nothing but frustration run through your veins, it was damning that he looked so good. you were used to his cheery attitude and playfulness, but something about seeing him so serious made your heart jump in different ways.

  he finally spoke, “i was trying to give you space at first because you have a lot going on. you’re running the farm all by yourself, you live alone - “

  “i’m a grown adult, jungkook! we aren’t kids anymore, you don’t have to protect me!” you cried, voice cracking slightly and when he didn’t answer, you continued. “why are you creating distance between us? do you know how happy i was to have you back in my life after so long?” 

  quietly, he replied, “i was, too.”

  “why are we ignoring what happened at the farmhouse? twice, actually?” you asked, exasperated. “is it because you have jiwon? or, am i imagining things and this is all in my head?”

  “stop asking a million questions a minute.”

  when jungkook’s voice dropped below a whisper, it snapped you back into the reality in front of you, where his face was inches away from yours.

  dreams of you kissing jungkook then flashed before your eyes. the haunting, yet sacchrine images that had been following you around for days clutched onto the confusing emotions that had been following you for the past month and a half. it was clearer now that the gap between the two of you drew smaller and smaller as the conversation went on. it was now at the point where your noses were nearly touching.

  “i tried to fight it, every time it got too close. but, last time - “

  “last time, you were vulnerable. it would have felt wrong if i. . . “ you trailed off, not daring to finish the sentence. the both of you knew what would have happened if you didn’t pull away during your last night together.

  when no one said anything or moved even an inch, jungkook spoke once more. his eyes fell to your lips and this time, he didn’t hide it. they remained fixated until he opened his mouth.

  “i dare you,” was all jungkook said.

  in your twenty five years of living, you never, ever, not once lost a dare to jeon jungkook. the dare in question needed no verbalization for the two of you to understand. the understanding was crystal clear - it was in the way jungkook’s grip on your wrist somehow turned into a gentle hold of your hand, in the way that he counted the amount of times you bit your lip and it was in the way that nobody wanted to move. the dare sounded playful aloud, but was sharp and impatient. 

  today was not the day you were going to lose for the first time. 

  closing the distance between your lips and jungkook’s felt like a slow motion reel, like the entire world braked its rotation just for the two of you. it was as if you could hear each flap of a butterfly’s wings and each leaf on the branches above you rustling in the sticky, summer breeze. there was very little space left between you and jungkook at this point, but the leap to meet his lips you took felt centuries long. 

  jungkook’s lips were as soft as they looked and his clasp in your hand never loosened, only accompanied by his other arm locking around your waist. you could’ve sworn you heard the clatter of the beer bottle drop against the dirt beneath your feet, but your ears were ringing too loud to be sure. he took you by the waist, enveloping you and pulling you as close as he could, deepening the kiss. 

  instantly, like being shocked by electricity, you brought your arms around jungkook’s neck and balanced yourself as high as you could on your tippy toes. you swiped your tongue against his lip piercing. the kiss was hungry and lacked any sense of patience. he moaned softly and his other arm finally dropped your hand, only to bring it around your waist to join the other. he lifted you slightly in your kiss, noticing that you struggled to meet his height, and you giggled into the kiss. 

  jungkook also laughed against your lips and you thought it was finally breaking the tension of the moment. you were proven wrong by yourself, your own body betraying you when you began running your fingers through the hair on the back of his head without even realizing it. jungkook moaned again, louder, at the sensation of you pulling at the strands and bit your bottom lip in response. 

  “shit, you sure you want to do that?” he warned against your lips, but you were distracted by the way his raspy voice lit all your sensations on fire and you slipped your tongue into the kiss.

  the two of you could have been lost in each other’s lips for hours - you wouldn’t be able to tell, completely lost. you stumbled briefly when jungkook led you to turn around and switch with your back against the tree, but he steadied you immediately and held most of your weight without breaking the kiss. he pressed you closer against the tree, now slowing down. 

  jungkook still had his arms around your body, protecting your bare back from the bark and from tripping before anything. now, though, the kiss was no longer hungry, but still intense as if the two of you continued to drown yourselves in each other’s touch. your lips moved against him slowly, savouring each second. this is when you truly lost track of time.

  nobody was going to pull away, even though you could hear jungkook’s phone going off with texts. the only thing that worked was the pattering of raindrops on your head. you ignored it at first and they lessened when jungkook put a hand above your head to protect you. except, the rain only intensified and the two of you needed to catch your breath.

  you swore your lips were tingling when you pulled away. jungkook barely moved, forehead to forehead to you. you met his eyes and despite the cold of the rain, his gaze warmed you. the two of you panted in unison, no words needed to say.

  “we keep finding ourselves in the rain,” jungkook managed to whisper in between breaths. 

  you jumped at the aggressive clap of thunder in the distance, the sky flashing for a moment. this was what snapped you out of your daze, unable to shake off the feeling of jungkook’s lips and body against your own. when you jumped, he wrapped his arms tighter against you, protectively. before you let him pull you away back indoors, there was one more thing you had to say.

  “i win.”

  the kiss you shared with jungkook was ingrained in your memory and there was no chance of you wiping it away, even if you had a few drinks that night. the kiss jolted you cold sober, more alert than you could ever be. the kiss was stretching your muscles after a long drive. it was what both of you had been holding back for the longest time and you didn’t even know it, until your fingers were tangled in his hair and his strong arms gripped your waist like his life depended on it.

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sstrongstyle @wobblewobble822 @taiwan0618 @seokout @firelcrds @xwniazx @shellyyy177 @myseokjinji

[takeomisbitch]

Hi, hope your day has been going well. I was wondering if I can request a head cannon for Eren, Jean, Connie, and Armin and how they are when they are drunk.🫶🏽

A/N: My days been going well. Hope all of yall lovely people are doing ok🖤

What Eren | Jean | Connie | Armin are like drunk

Word count: 1469

Prompt 2

Warnings: Fluff and tiny bit of NSFW on Connie's part, mention of alcohol obviously, Connie trying to get in your pants, Armin being a lightweight, Connie is crossfaded, pet names (Babe, baby,(Eren) sweetheart, pretty, sexy, (Jean) Love, beautiful,(Armin) stink, pookie, stinka butt(Connie) I cackled when making this

Head Cannon prompt list | Attack On Titan Masterlist

Eren

When Eren wants to get drunk it's gonna take more than just a few shots

Eren is not a lightweight it takes Eren maybe 2 bottles of straight Hennessy or vodka

And knowing how much your lovely bf loves to party you tend to be the designated driver most times

But what you love the most is when Eren gets so drunk that he gets so clingy

Just picture this

You and Eren are in the car on the way home from one of Connie's many college parties. And Eren's little ass decides it would be a good night to get fucked up. So as of right now Eren's hand is on your thigh as you drive home, “Baby, please let me lay on your lap they're like my pillows” Eren whines and slurs as he keeps trying to put his head down and over the console. “Eren no, I’m driving and I’m not bout to crash this damn car because you wanna lay on my lap. So sit back and cut it out.” Eren then reaches for your hand to hold, “Eren you can’t just take my hand when I’m driving. Just 10 more minutes then we're gonna be home.”

Sure you had to drive for 10 more minutes with a whiny, drunk, and clingy Eren but you did it, you made it in one piece. Getting out of the car and helping Eren get out, “Babyyyy, give me your attention now” this 6-foot man leans his entire body on your back “You can wait until we get in the house…. Eren imma need you to get off of me.” Earning a groan from your drunk boyfriend as he stands up straight, unlocking the door, and taking your shoes off heading towards the kitchen to get him a glass of water. Eren follows close behind, complaining that you're not giving him the attention he deserves. “Eren if you drink this I’ll give you attention, ok?” He grabs the drink from your hand chugging it down “Slow down Eren” giggling as water runs down his neck getting his shirt wet.

Eren finishes his water, putting the cup in the sink, “Ok let's go.” He drags you to your shared room taking his clothes off and he lays in bed waiting for you. Getting yourself ready for bed, You lay down in your spot opening your arms for Eren. Eren cuddles into your neck “I love you Y/N” he mumbles before dozing off, “I love you too ‘Ren”

Jean

Jean is a flirty drunk

Throughout the whole night of him drinking and getting drunk, all he did was flirt with you

One time when he got so drunk and didn't know who you were he was flirting with you

He throws pickup lines at you more compliments at you and when you say you have a BF he just doesn’t care (even tho he’s the bf)

The time he did forget you were his partner, then you tell him to bring him home he got as red as a baboon’s ass

“Hi, sweetheart. You here by yourself?” Jean asks you, completely forgetting he came to this dumb party with you, and you wanting to have a little bit of fun, you're gonna feed into this bullshit. “No. I’m here with my boyfriend.” giving him a wink as you sip on your drink in the corner of the room. “Well that sure sucks doesn't it but I was thinkin’ you bring your sexy ass home with me and I can show you how a man can really treat his partner instead of leaving them in the corner of the room.” Oh, what a dumb bf you got yourself.

You've been talking to Jean for 10 minutes listening to him throw his really bad pickup lines, “So aside from being sexy what else do you do for living, sweetheart?” Giving him a chuckle in response “Jean, I think it's time we go home now” “Oh, you want to bring me home pretty thing? I didn’t even get your name” He straightens his back tilting his head at you waiting for you to reply, “My name is Y/N and I’m your partner lets go” que Jean getting red as a baboon’s ass cheeks. “YOU'RE MY PARTNER” kissing him on the cheek you drag his tall ass out of the party.

Connie

Lord, we gonna need to put this one on a leash

Connie gets insanely horny when he is drunk but not just drunk he is also high so this dumb boy is cross faded

Like Connie calls you dumb nicknames and gets really handsy

When you guys leave the party all he tries to do is get in your pants

He’s a horny bitch but once you get home and he hits the bed he’s sleep

It’s been exactly 5 minutes since you got Connie to put down the drink and walk with you to the car, “Soo stink, we gonna fuck in the car?” turning around to face this dumb boy, “No, we are going home.” He gives you a hum and a wink like there is some kinda dirty meaning behind going home. Opening the door for him and pushing him inside, Connie brings his hand down to slap you on the ass, “Damn Stink, you see that recoil. Just imagine what it would like when I hit it from behind” he gives you a smirk as he puts the rest of his body in the car. Oh, it's gonna be a long drive you thought as you walk over to the driver's side.

Once you’re in the car Connie puts his hand on your thigh too close to your pus pus, “What you say stinka butt wanna get it on in the back?” bringing your pointer finger and thumb across your eyes then resting them on the bridge of your nose, “Con, imma need you to calm down.”

After about 20 slow minutes you finally reach home. Getting out of the car and helping Connie get out as well, Connie’s hand moves its way down your back and into your back pocket. Turning your head to look at him as you walk up to your apartment, “just wanna feel it pookie, it’s fat and squishy” shaking your head you unlock the door to your shared home. “Connie imma need you to go to our room and wait.” Connie takes his hand out of your pocket, bringing both his hands to lay on your waist, “Let me get a kiss first” he puckers up his lips waiting for a kiss. Rolling your eyes you lean in for a quick peck, just as you're about to pull away Connie grabs the back of your head deepening the kiss god you might be shocked but you couldn’t just turn away cause he feels so good.

“Ok, Con. Connie that’s it” mumbling between kisses you pull back much to Connie’s denies, “Connie go lie down in bed please just wait for me I’ll be right there” you kiss his cheek before stepping into the kitchen. Connie listens to you walking into the bedroom getting butt ass naked and waiting in bed for you, but just as you're walking back to the room with a glass of water and two pills of Advil. You see Connie in bed looking like a dead body. Letting out a little chuckle you give him one last kiss on his forehead before getting ready for bed yourself.

Armin

IMO I think our boy Armin here is a shy and kinda crybaby drunk

Like Armin is the type to confess for you so many times

I also just know that he is a lightweight like he can not handle more than 7 shots

But you love when he’s drunk because he always tells you he loves you

He is also another clingy drunk like Eren

You just brought Armin to a little party so he can wind down from all the stress from school and as you notice he got drunker and drunker he became more and more clingy. It started off with a hand on your thigh then a hand on your waist then before you knew it his whole upper half was leaning on your side his head in the crook of your neck as he whisper sweet words into your ear “my love you are the love of my life I can’t live without you” he mumbles and slurs his whole sentence into your ear. Rubbing his head you decide it’s time to go home.

Now you and Armin have been home for 10 minutes and he won’t shut up about how he loves you. “God you are so beautiful I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, I love you so damn much” he gives you little neck kisses in between each word

[digichu]

Anon here!! How did you make the heart graphic for the power rentry?

hi!! i’ll put it under the cut since there’s quite a few steps. lmk if you need a more specific tutorial or images for any of the steps!!

1) finding the base

find the shaping mask you wanna use. you can look up “shaping mask png” or “mask png” on pinterest to find some. this is the one i used:

2) removing the background

to remove the background, use the selection layer in ibis paint x. to find this layer, go to the layers panel and it should be the one all the way at the top. it is titled “selection layer.” to remove the white background, select the bucket tool and select the white background. it should turn blue. then switch from the selection layer to the layer you’re removing the background from. look at the top middle of the screen. there should be a square composed of dotted lines that looks like this:

click on it and select “cut.” this will remove the white background. click on it again and select “remove selection area.” now you’re ready to continue!

3) creating a cleaner base layer

you might want to do this if you plan to add a stroke, as once the background is removed from the mask, it tends to leave some remnants behind. this makes the stroke look choppy and pixelated. to do this, take the paint bucket tool on a new, blank layer, and fill in the black part of the base with black. then, delete the base layer underneath the new layer. the hearts will become transparent (to see this better, change the canvas from white to transparent in the layer menu) and the base will hold its shape. you can also remove the hearts in the previous step, but this tackles two birds with one stone and (in my opinion) looks cleaner.

4) filtering manga panels

to make the manga panels pink, i looked up “pink manga polarr code.” pretty much any one will do, but this is the one i used:

for the rest of this step, you’ll need the app polarr. once you get the app, go to the edit section of the menu on the bottom. click “open photos” and insert the manga panels you wish to change the colors of. then, click “filters” and “import filter.” from there, click “import qr code” and click on the filter in your gallery. the filter will go into polarr, and you can just click instant export or you can save it and then export it. it’s up to you.

5) masking the panels

import the images you just filtered into your canvas. now we’ll use a clipping layer to have them take the shape of the base. click on the image layer you want to do this with, and then hit the clipping option in the layer menu. this will have it take the shape of the base.

6) coloring the hearts

now we’ll add a new blank layer atop the clipping layers. i color picked the pink color from the image, and then used the bucket tool to fill in each of the hearts.

7) adding the extra pngs

for this step i used the sticker option in picsart and a transparent canvas to collect the pngs. i believe i looked up “pink png” in the search bar, but i’m not sure. then i imported them into the ibis paint x project and positioned them where i wanted them to go. download transparent pngs of the project (one of each image you added). toggle the eyes on and off so that you can save the different versions (not individual layers. i just mean if you added two manga panels, make sure you get one with one manga panel and one with the other).

8) creating the gif

search up ezgif animated gif maker. it should be the first option that comes up. for this, i typically switch to “manually ordered upload” opposed to “alphabetically ordered opload” (the default) so i have more control over the order of the images in the gif. once you upload them into the site and you get to the editing menu, set the delay time to 100 and click the box that says crossfade frames.

andddd you’re done!!! i hope this was somewhat comprehensible and i didn’t miss any steps xD

[sacredjake]

Moon To Me Part Two

pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: fluff, angst, drinking, cussing, mentions of being crossfaded, shitty ex-best friend.

Read Part One

honestly when i originally wrote Moon To Me i didn’t plan on giving it any more parts, but here we are! i plan on writing one more part to this mini series and i promise it won’t take as long. thank you to @malany-gvf as always for feedback and endless support <3 love you lots.

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It had been a month since Jake and the boys came back from touring, and in that time there had been only a handful of days you didn’t spend together. He took you back to that spot in the woods to stargaze only one other time, yet again staying out all night. Usually you would hang out at his house or your apartment, but sometimes the other guys would invite you out with them. 

Danny had reached out to invite you to go bowling with them one night. Of course you and Jake teamed up and kicked everyone else’s ass, much to Josh and Sam’s dismay. 

“Oh that’s so unfair!” Sam threw his arms up at the sight of you landing your third strike. You spun on your heel, walking back towards the group with Jake shooting you a wide smile. 

“Atta girl!” Jake’s hand came up, giving you a high-five before you settled in your seat. 

“You two are never allowed to be partners again!” Josh shook his head, reaching down to grab his ball from the rack. 

“Hey it’s not our fault you guys suck!” You laughed from your seat next to Jake, and watched as Josh sunk another ball in the gutter. 

“Should I go ask the attendant to put up the bumpers for you, Josh?” Jake snickered, earning a glare from his twin. Josh turned back around and waited for his ball to return, tapping his foot impatiently, arms crossed over his chest.

“What’d I miss?” Danny plopped down in his seat between you and Sam, nachos in hand. 

“Oh just Josh sending the ball into the gutter, again, and me getting a strike… again.” Your reply was as smug as the smile you offered along with it as you reached over and plucked a chip from the paper boat, popping it in your mouth. Danny swatted playfully at your hand when you went back for another.

“Hey! I did not buy these for you. Jake, control your best friend.” He joked, pulling the nachos away from your reach and making you giggle while chewing happily on the chip you were able to steal. 

“Ah, sorry Dan, that’s my bad. I forgot Moon’s backpack leash at my house.” 

“Hey!” You hit Jake’s bicep lightly with the backside of your hand, “I am not a child!” You pouted and Jake’s smile grew even wider, putting his hands up in faux defense. 

“Jake, you’re up.” Sam caught his brother’s attention and nodded his head toward the lane. Josh was making his way back after taking far too long for his second shot. Jake sent a wink your way before standing to take his turn and Josh sitting where he had just risen from. 

“Jokes aside, I’m glad you came out with us, y/n. Jake’s been trying to keep you all to himself since we got back.” Josh shoved his shoulder into yours gently, beaming at you with bright eyes. Your cheeks and chest warmed at his comment about Jake. You cast your eyes over to where he was standing, bent over the rack to retrieve his ball. 

He picked up his ball, bicep flexing and fingers dug into the holes on the sphere, and you couldn’t help but stare. Jake had always been very special to you, he was your best friend after all. But things had begun to change on your end. The evening after the two of you went stargazing, you woke to his face nuzzled in your hair, and light snores filling the air with his arm draped over your waist holding you close, his legs tangled in yours. You felt something stir in your chest. 

It was like you were seeing him for the first time. He was so content and peaceful lying there. Beautiful, even. Golden light from the setting sun danced upon his hair and skin, bringing out the lighter strands and causing his face to glow. Your heart tightened just watching him, admiring him, in this way. 

Since then your feelings only grew deeper. You constantly felt conflicted about your new emotions. He was your best friend and you didn’t want to jeopardize the ten plus years of friendship, but you also couldn’t ignore how you felt about him. 

“Hello?? Earth to y/n.” Josh’s hand came into view, waving in front of your face. You blinked a few times, thoughts leaving your mind, but your eyes stayed on Jake as he threw the ball down the lane. Another strike.

“What?”

 Josh’s eyes followed your gaze landing on Jake, and his smile threatened to reach his ears. He chuckled to himself, snapping your focus away from Jake to look at him instead. 

“You uh, spaced out there.” His voice drifted off, a smile still very much present on his face as he met your eyes. Your throat felt dry and you knew your cheeks were bright red this time. He obviously had caught on to your not so subtle longing. 

“Just, um… a lot on my mind.” Your voice was soft, and you gave him a nervous smile. He rested a comforting hand on your knee, squeezing it a tad. “Mmm…” He removed his hand from your knee, letting it rest on his own thigh instead with a nod of his head. It was quiet for just a moment longer until he spoke again. 

“I’m having a party Saturday night, obviously you’re invited.” 

“Yeah, of course I’ll be there.” You smiled at him more assuredly this time, thankful that he didn’t press you further. This wasn’t exactly the place you wanted to discuss your feelings for Jake with his twin. Especially not when Sam was within earshot, god only knows what he would say to you.

Jake had finally made his way back to the rest of the group instantly grabbing your attention. 

“Sorry guys, but Moon and I just whooped all of your asses, what can I say, we make a great team.” He rubbed his hands together with a chuckle, beaming at you.  

“Like I said,” Josh pointed his finger at you with a smirk, “Never allowed to be on the same team again.” He gestured between you and Jake, both of you wearing shit-eating grins. 

“I agree, this is ridiculous! Next time y/n is on my team!” Sam exclaimed as he stood to retrieve his ball from the rack. You followed his lead and snorted a laugh as you reached for your own. 

“No way Sam, I like to win.” You winked, causing him to huff in playful annoyance. Making your way over to the racks that held all the different bowling balls, you placed it with the others of its same weight. Finally, you joined Jake on the bench near the concessions to take your bowling shoes off. 

“I so carried you.” You teased as you sat down next him on the small bench. 

“In your dreams, Moon. My back hurts from carrying you all night.” He tucked his hair behind his ear so he could see you better while he was bent over, untying his shoes. The small action made your heart rate quicken. How were you just now noticing how adorable he was? 

“Oh shut up, liar.” He let out a laugh as you nudged him with your shoulder. 

Eventually you were all rid of your shoes, replacing them with the ones you wore there and heading out the door. 

You said your goodbyes, parting ways and letting them know you had a good time and that you’d be seeing them soon. For once, you and Jake had driven separately. He had some kind of meeting before joining the rest of you for bowling and wasn’t able to pick you up. Honestly you were kind of glad you drove yourself because it meant you were able to daydream about him on your way home. 

You thought about him a lot. The way he smelled, his laugh and smile, how bright and soft his eyes were like pools of rich milk chocolate, the way you always felt safe with him. He was always on your mind, even when you were together like right now. 

He had invited you over to his place to help him pick an outfit for Josh’s party before heading down the street to his house. You were sitting at the end of his bed, legs dangling over the edge and kicking slightly while you waited for him to show you what he had picked out. 

“Jake c’mon! We’re already late!” You called to him, picking away at your nail beds to pass the time. It was an awful habit, but you had yet to kick it. 

Finally the door to his bathroom opened and he stepped out. Air stopped flowing freely from your lungs, and your heart thumped faster as you looked him over. He was wearing a blue cotton button down, most of the buttons left undone to show off his tanned and toned chest, his favorite one of a kind jeans that had been beaten to hell and back that he somehow still pulled off, and a pair of white slip-on vans. His hair was down, a black wide brim hat sat on his head. He looked absolutely stunning. 

“What do you think?” He turned around in a circle to show you his outfit from all angles. Your throat burned as you finally drew in a breath and swallowed. He walked over to his full-length mirror in the bedroom to look himself over. 

“I think those jeans are almost at their end.” You smiled lightly hoping to play off how good he looked, and how affected you were. Something about the way his hoop earrings caught the light every now and then was making you feel light headed. What else were you supposed to say? ‘You look so good I want to climb you like a tree?’ Definitely not.  

“I’m only joking, you look great as always.” His eyes met yours in the mirror and his face brightened at your words. 

“You’re missing something though.” You slid off the end of his bed and walked towards his bathroom. You scanned over the array of jewelry on his countertop, finally landing on your favorite necklace of his. Jake entered the bathroom as you picked up the cool metal, and stood behind you waiting patiently. 

“I think this would tie everything together.”

You turned around to face him, holding the medallion necklace in both hands to slip it over his head. Without question, Jake removed his hat with a smile and placed it on top of your head to make it easier for you. Slipping the jewelry over his head, making sure not to mess up his hair, you let your fingers gently brush the medallion as it rested in the divot of his chest. You lifted your head up to meet his eyes, fingers still lightly touching the metal. 

His hat began to slip down over your eyes at the upwards movement of your head, hindering your view of Jake’s face. You could see his hand come up towards your face before pushing the hat back out of your eyes. 

“It looks good on you, Moon.” He smiled down fondly at you, a shy smile and blush adoring your face. You lifted the hat from your head and placed it back on his, a smile still dancing on your lips. 

“I think I like it better on you.” 

Neither of you moved for a moment, silence and tension hung thickly in the air. It wasn’t that either of them were uncomfortable, they just felt different than they normally did. Jake began to open his mouth when his phone started ringing loudly in his bedroom. 

“How much you wanna bet that’s Josh?” He rolled his eyes and took off towards the noisy device without your reply. 

“I don’t need to bet on it, I know for a fact that’s him.” You followed after him back into his bedroom, and returned to your previous spot on the bed. The conversation Jake had with his twin was exactly what you had expected. Josh was grilling Jake about when he’d be showing up, what he’d be wearing, if you’d be there and just about anything in between. Once he hung up the phone, you decided it was time to head over to Josh’s party. 

From the moment you stepped foot outside the house, loud music was heard floating down the street. 

“I didn’t know he was throwing a fucking rager.” Jake scoffed and pointed in the direction of the loud music. Josh’s house was large and mostly desolate, but at the moment it was flooded with people making their way inside.

“Oh tonight should be fun.” There was a mischievous tone in your reply knowing all too well how crazy Josh’s parties have been in the past.

“Y/n! I’m glad you came!” Josh threw his arms around you, enveloping you in a large hug as soon as you walked through the door. You squeezed him back with the same force, but had to steady yourself as Josh leaned most of his drunken weight onto you. 

“Josh,” You involuntarily rolled your eyes, “I told you like last week that I would be coming to your party.” He peeled himself away from you and waved you off with his hand. 

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be glad that you’re here. Now, you look far too sober so let’s get you a drink.” 

Before you were given the option to protest, Josh took you by the hand and pulled you away from Jake’s side towards the kitchen. He made a drink you requested, definitely on the strong side, and then, in true Josh fashion, demanded you be his partner in beer pong. 

“Bet we can put that bowling arm to good use, c’mon!” He practically dragged you towards the table, arm linked in yours.

And that is where you had been for the last hour. The game was quite exciting to watch as a spectator, but as a player you were on edge. Both teams were down to their last cup with each round volleying back and forth on redemption. Every time someone made a cup for the win, another person from the opposing team would easily sink their ball into the cup for the redemption point. 

This has been going on for at least fifteen minutes. 

You hadn’t seen Jake in the last hour that you had been playing, ultimately curious as to where he had run off to. The thought didn’t linger long as it was your turn to shoot, hoping to put this game to an end. Your ball sank into the cup with ease, earning whoops and hollers of excitement from the crowd that had gathered to watch. Josh took his shot and also landed his ball in the cup. The first round where both players had made it. Naturally, the balls were rolled back to the both of you giving you each another shot to which you missed, but Josh had made. 

Your opponents now had to make three redemption shots. This was great news as you desperately were ready to end this game. But you also wanted to win of course.

Dread started to set in as both of the first two shots were made. You watched the ball in what seemed like slow motion as it left the guy across from you’s hand and flew through the air, coming down onto the table and narrowly missing the cup. 

The space where the pong table was erupted into loud cheers, your own mixed in. Josh wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and lifted you into the air, spinning you around before setting your feet back on the ground. 

“That was fucking amazing!” Josh practically screamed in your face due to the volume of the voices around you. 

“God I am so glad that’s over. That went on for way too long.” You laughed with a shake of your head and steadied yourself by holding both of Josh’s shoulders.

“I’m gonna go find Jake, see what he’s up to.” You told Josh before leaving him at the table to wander his house in search of his twin. 

So far you had walked through the entire house and there was no sign of him. He wasn’t in the kitchen making another drink. Nor was he in the living room lounging with Sam and Danny. He was nowhere to be seen in any of the bedrooms either. The last place you had yet to check was the backyard which a good portion of the party goers were hanging about. 

The night was fairly chilly now, a shiver cascading down your spine upon stepping outside the house. The air was mostly filled with chatter from all the different people standing around and, mostly quiet, music that drifted from a few speakers. Josh was adamant about keeping the volume outside to a minimum for the sake of his neighbors once the hour reached 9 p.m. which your respected.

You bobbed and weaved your way around groups of people, eyes searching every face for Jake’s. He had to be out here there was no way he wasn’t. You were about to give up when a particularly grating voice stopped you dead in your steps. A voice you knew all too well, but hadn’t heard in years. 

Amber. 

Amber was your best friend during middle school and all of high school. Until she decided to spread a particularly nasty rumor about you and Jake when she had a thing for your boyfriend at the time. After something like that the relationship was well… irreparable. 

Your head whipped to her nauseating, overly sweet laugh and the sight before you physically made your stomach churn. She was sitting sideways on Jake’s lap, her long fake nails running up and down his toned chest while she giggled something in his ear. Your eyes locked with Jake’s immediately, but you didn’t dare take in the details of the scene before you. Instead you turned quickly on your heel and headed directly out the side gate of Josh’s backyard. 

Tears stung your eyes and blurred your vision as you all but ran back to Jake’s place a few houses down. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears making it impossible for you to hear the sound of a gate crashing behind you. Wiping tears from your cheeks as rapidly as they fell, you reached your car and slid inside. The ignition rolled over quickly allowing for your quick getaway, not once stopping to see that Jake had almost reached you. 

He watched you speed by, chest heaving from running as fast as he could to try and catch you. He turned around and kicked the nearest object, a frustrated groan ripped through his throat. Had he been sober, the pain from kicking the fire hydrant would’ve instantly washed over him, but he was far from sober. He’d be feeling that in the morning.

Jake was so crossfaded that he almost didn’t realize that he was staring back into your eyes for a split second. Staring directly into your eyes while Amber literally threw herself at him. 

In his defense, she had come out of nowhere and just sat on his lap thirty seconds prior to you showing up. He definitely did not enjoy her company, and was just about to tell her to get lost. While he didn’t want you to get the wrong idea, seeing as he wanted to be with you, he also felt terrible that it had been Amer of all people perched on his lap. He felt horrible thinking about the look on your face, how you must be feeling. Of course you didn’t know that though, and he had no idea what he was going to do. 

You, on the other hand, drove straight home. Tears flooded your eyes and rolled down your cheeks continuously, making it incredibly hard to see the road. It was painful enough to see another girl wrapped around him, but for it to be Amber? That was like a punch to the gut. 

Thankfully you made it home safely, pulling into your apartment complex roughly thirty-five minutes later, and you throwing your car in park. You sat in silence for a few moments, just breathing in and out deeply to calm yourself. With your eyes closed you focused on your breathing until a light illuminated the dark space. 

Taking a deep breath you opened your eyes to find that the light was coming from your phone. A litany of texts coming through never allowing the screen to dim. Each one was from Jake. 

You picked up your phone, but did not dare open any of the texts. Instead, you pocketed it and made your way outside of the vehicle as lightning cracked across the sky, and rain drizzled down from the heavens softly while you made your way towards your apartment. 

You were glad the rain was more of a misting than anything else, otherwise you would’ve been soaked to the bone. However you knew a downpour was sure to follow the thunder that clapped and lightning that cracked overhead. 

When you finally made it into your apartment you rid yourself of the uncomfortable party clothes. These were not the clothes to cry and wallow in while you watched shitty, sappy rom-coms. You slid a pair of sleep shorts up your legs and threw a baggy, worn t-shirt over your upper body followed by a pair of fuzzy socks. You cleaned your face of any makeup that had been applied earlier and washed it as you normally would before bed, taking your time to indulge in the small self care act. 

When all of that was done, you made your way into your living room, plucking your most comfortable and soft blanket from the ladder next to your tv, wrapping it around your shoulders. You made your way further into the living room and plopped down onto the sofa, snuggling further into the plush blanket. Out of habit and feeling the need to self-sooth, you put on said shitty rom-com, one you knew almost every line to.

The rain from outside had picked up considerably now, large, heavy raindrops pelting against your windows. While the dim light from your kitchen lit most of the living room with soft lighting, the rapid lightning from the storm starkly illuminated the space every few minutes. Thunder boomed loudly, shaking the walls around you, and wind slammed rain against the brick outside. 

It was oddly comforting. 

However what was not comforting was the knock that sounded from your door, barely audible above the storm that raged outside.

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Finally-official-devlog #112

Also known as FOD112 hi-ho, Wudge here.

Gosh there's just. So much. I'm actually drafting this devlog a few days early so that I'm not suddenly overwhelmed on devlog Tuesday again. But without further ado-

This is the big cheese right here -- each character has their own layer, each character's clothes and expressions have their own layers, and there's a separate layer for the soft orange lighting on top of it all. 😭

On that note, here's most of the individual image files that create the CG with their powers (and my code) combined:

And since this is a cropped version of a BIGGER CG (featuring ALL the love interests sitting together), I had to tinker with the position code a great deal to properly feature these three goons Of course it was worth it of course twas merely at the cost of all my energy and sanity at the prospect of eventually possibly also adding in blinks and expression changes--

Mad props as usual to the sweetwonderfulamazing Remnantation who first completed this CG -checks watch- sometime last year! With some additional edits by me since then~

And, did you happen to notice something new in the lower right?

Tadah... a brand new click-to-continue icon animation! I made (mostly) all by myself! The lil sparkle burst is free from production crate, but I drew the star and added the rotation code... ... Honestly, the hardest and most time-consuming part of this was finalizing the design. Originally I was gonna make it rotate 45 degrees, flip, rotate 45 more degrees, flip, etc-- and messed with that concept for several hours before scrapping it for a simpler, more graceful idea. :| Part of the process, I gots to tell myself, part of the process...

Next up is Jade's powers, as you may have seen in the preview last week. Much like the CTC animation, I did a lot of research on other ideas - various glowing VFX like vertical veins across the cheeks and smoky rising from the eyes, as well as a bigger low opacity character zoom effect - before settling on something simple. Jade's power usage here is... pretty mild in context, and I figure I can always store the more dramatic animations for later in the story.

Here's a still of the effect btw:

Her eyes look like headlights lmaooo. Honk honk!

Do I have more to update with? Believe it or not, yes.

I made some icons, which took a fair amount of trial and error: on the left you'll see an earlier draft, on the right are my more final redesigns from the same day(...night. midnight. I worked on these until midnight).

I had to look up some guidelines because most of my previous icons did NOT look good or legible when sized down to 50x50 pixels. What I learned was, tadah, I had to draw with an unprecedented line width of 200 pixels! (For non-artists: I typically draw with a pen width of 12 pixels at most).

I also studied the icon styles of Persona 5, which saved me a lot of time - they had a cool stylistic choice of diagonally tilted color blocks and thick black outlines.

Here's yet another gif of icons in action...

Did you see them? Did you?? For a split second, in the upper right.... Still gotta adjust some of the text overlap, don't look at that.

Oh and the "How to play" page is brand new. I coded it from scratch... That also took all night...

... Oh. Oh. And remember your MC's phone?

This old thing? Yeah. Visual upgrade:

Also rendered and colored in by Rem <3 Where would I be without them...!

The text, though, can be updated in code!!!! I spliced the phone into layers, with the screen on top and code-generated text just below it, so I can update the caller ID at any point in-game without making any new images.

Took a little while to get it to work... honestly it doesn't look 100% centered... but it's fine. This is fine...

And then... more code. After much tears, blood and strife, I got a musical crossfade to work. It shouldn't have been challenging but it was a nightmare -- when calling the crossfade the second track would either not play at all or its volume wouldn't change and I was starting to develop a preference for eating gravel. But I persisted, found a much simpler code that actually works. After the tearsbloodstrife.

And...... lastly... I simplified this big block of code:

vbox: pos (269, 76) add "sprites/MC/mc[mc_number].png" hbox: if mc_number ==1: text "DEFAULT" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==2: text "LAVENDER" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==3: text "PETUNIA" style "MC_label_text" elif mc_number ==4: text "SUNFLOWER" style "MC_label_text" else: text "TBD" style "MC_label_text"

...(not properly indented bc tumblr is mean 2 me)...

down to these lines, to make my future life easier:

default PrintMC = ["Default", "Lavender", "Petunia", "Sunflower", ""]

text PrintMC[mc_number] style "MC_label_text"

Two!!! lines!!!!!

🎊

Instead of typing out additional if/else lines, I only need to add new names to the PrintMC list. Won't really affect the player at all, but it's a HUGE quality of life update for me!

...Anyway that's it, thank you for checking in. <3

Stay safe and keep warm,

Wudge.

PS screw it I'm gonna queue post this early.

PPS have you listened to our composer's new single yet? No?!?!?!

Every click, every listen helps, and every song of his is a BOP that deserves recognition!

ok that's all for real now xoxoxo,

wudge (again)

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the sweet rhapsody of youth // myg

summary - out on a trip with your closest friends, yall decide to get a little fucked up in a motel room. at some point in the night, the others had fallen fast asleep, leaving you and yoongi alone: high, half asleep, and needy

pairing - yoongi x female!reader

genre - nsfw

word count - 962

warnings - drug usage (marijuana) and refrenced drinking, both reader and yoongi are cross faded as fuck, shot gunning, making out, grinding/dry humping, referenced voyuerism (the others are asleep in the room)

author’s note - this was another thing i found in my drive, was supposed to be a part of a bigger thing with friends but only ever got this part done. hope yall enjoy this!

It was really late at night, or was it really early in the morning? Yoongi couldn’t tell anymore, all he knew was that the other guys had fallen asleep, their bodies sprawled out over the small hotel room. The only other one besides himself awake was you, but he could tell you weren’t too far off from joining them. You were curled up next to him, an arm and a leg thrown carelessly over his body as you rested your head against his chest. Yoongi should’ve known how needy you were after getting high, and it didn’t help that you both also drank half a bottle of Jameson with Seokjin. Crossfaded out of your mind, you clung to Yoongi like he was the only thing left anchoring you to Earth.

Despite the early hours (and his body practically begging for him to fall asleep), Yoongi felt a small itch to smoke another one of those joints he knew Namjoon had stashed somewhere in his bags. Gently as he could, he peeled your limbs off him. Unhappy with the movement, you let out a low moan in protest. 

“Shh, I’ll be right back,” he muttered softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His words only elicited a frown from you, but you still let him go, allowing him to tip toe over the sleeping bodies of his friends. Finding Namjoon’s bag, he rummaged through it a bit until he found a small plastic baggie containing two joints. Pulling one out, he put the bag away and made his way back over to you, laying starfish over the bed.

Yoongi felt a smirk pulling at his lips as his eyes drunk in your body: your shirt pulled up a bit exposing your soft tummy, your hair had dried earlier from a little rendezvous in the motel pool a few hours earlier, and then your tired eyes, pupils completely blown as you looked up at him through your lashes. Placing the joint between his lips, he grabbed the lighter that was left on the bedside table, sparking it. He took a long drag as before climbing back over you, taking his spot back. Your eyes did not leave his body once.

After slotting his body right next to yours again, he pulled the joint from his mouth, blowing the smoke over you. You stared wordlessly up at him, completely enthralled with the smoke clouds blowing past his lips. Taking another hit, he leaned his head down, hovering over you. His eyes flickered down in a silent question, to which you answered. As soon as you parted your lips, he pressed his mouth to yours, blowing the smoke in. Yoongi pulled away, allowing you to exhale the smoke, yet it was only for a moment as he came back in, ready to kiss you again. 

Immediately your hands went up to his hair, tugging on the colorful locks. The drugs in his system, it felt like his senses were dialed up to an eleven. He was aware of how fast your heart was beating against him, the slight trembling of your hands as they trailed down his neck. All these had Yoongi sighing into the kiss, falling absolutely in love with the feeling of you against him. But as you continued to kiss, he wanted more. 

He broke the kiss, pulling away from you. Which only had you chasing after his lips. 

“No, no,” he whispered. “Get on top of me, baby,” Yoongi said as he leaned back on the mattress, patting his lap. He watched in silence as you straddled his lap, groaning as you settled right on top of his growing erection. In an instant, he noticed how your eyes gleamed in the low lighting of the room. You rolled your hips again, drawing out a hiss from Yoongi. He already knew his black jeans were beginning to feel a little tight, but with the added friction of your hips against his, he knew it wouldn’t be long until he was straining against his pants.

Instead of giving you any further satisfaction, Yoongi tucked a hand behind his head, and brought the dying joint back up to his lips. Taking another hit, he raised his eyebrows at you expectedly. 

“Keep going.” He breathed out another puff of smoke. 

With his encouragement, you rolled your hips again. You were absolutely shameless, dry humping one of your best friends in the middle of the room, while the rest of them slept soundly around you. If they woke up, they probably wouldn’t even say anything, only silently watching from their little corner of the room, enjoying the way you dragged your hips against Yoongi’s jean-clad lower half. 

Soft mewls slowly fell from your lips as you began focusing more on how you were receiving pleasure, rather than giving Yoongi any. Not like there would be any difference to him though, to watch you get yourself to that high by using him? It was a dream come true. There was also no doubt that you were beginning to feel the weed hit you, as your quiet moans grew louder and louder, and your hips moved faster and faster. 

You rolled your hips against him once- twice, three more times before you cried out, collapsing on top of Yoongi. Tossing the now dead joint, he wrapped his arms around your still shaking body. He cooed into your ear, telling you how beautiful you looked falling apart on top of him and how good you were, all while he traced invisible shapes into your clothed body. When you ceased shaking, you rolled off of him, ready to fall asleep. Yoongi however, refused to let you fall asleep just yet, climbing over you, caging you in with his arms. 

“My turn.”

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the heavenly yard blog infomine, part 5: Evils Theater, Moonlit Bear, Screws Gears and Pride, Events Galore

A few interesting tidbits from mothy's blog (link [here] if anyone's forgotten). Mothy does less concept writing here, though, and this section is more chronicling his forays into publishing his music (as well as announcements, which of course is what most of his blog consists of).

3 May 2009 ~ 28 September 2009

---May 2009---

3rd

Page 1

-More on the Evils Theater album, which mothy will be distributing at VOCALOID Master 8

Page 2

-Mothy talks about meeting Asami Shimoda during the recording of the "Prism" album.

-He was apparently quite starstruck. Her and her staff were very nice to him, and she notes (jokingly I assume) that she expected him to be meaner given the subject matter of his songs.

11th

-Mothy shares the crossfade for Evils Theater and answers some questions about it.

-The album is at VOCALOID Master 8 as well as another Kagamine event (I don't know how the event's been translated in English but it's よい鏡音を！, or "have a good Kagamine!") and Toranoana

19th

-VOCALOID Master 8 went well, mothy's new CD sold out. Still working on the other release events as well.

25th

-The Miku Moba thing is now available, as well as Prism. Evils Theater is also now available on something called D-Stage? (can't find it with Google and I don't recognize the name).

-mothy answers some comments. Has to confirm he did not in fact write Cantarella and World is Mine.

31st

-More Evils Theater release information, as well as Prism (most of the links are defunct now)

-mothy is working on a new song with Miku, and it's going to be a little long (I think he means Moonlit Bear). Also answers some questions, mostly just giving permissions.

---June 2009---

5th

-mothy gives some info on the Kagamine event that's in a couple days (specifically that he'll be there and where). Note that he'll be there with SignalP and uniMemoP. There's also a contest where you write a message to Asami Shimoda and get put in a drawing for a prize.

-More details on online ordering of the album.

-Comment replies. More comments on how he makes songs--in some cases he makes the song first, then makes the lyrics from one of the various plot ideas he has lying around that he thinks fits the song.

-He apologizes in advance to the people who don't like KaiMiku because there's elements of that in his new song.

11th

-mothy talks about attending the Kagamine event, which was less crowded than VOCALOID Master so a bit more chill. He also talks a little about the new CD, as well as some of his thoughts on Prism (like how he never thought he'd have anyone ever singing his songs in real life)

-more humility, noting that he was the only amateur among all the performers(? I'm guessing this was some kind of performance at the Kagamine event with miss Shimoda). Also does a bit more praising of Shimoda's talent and professionalism.

-Praise for SignalP too, as well as someone he calls SAM. He also met Hitoshizuku as well.

-mothy again forgot to bring a business card.

-He also makes some joking comments about uniMemoP but I can't quite make out what he's saying (there's a lot of w's, so I'm assuming uniMemo did something funny at the event)

17th

-The online distribution of Evils Theater has started. Some of his other songs are also now being distributed as ringtones.

-He mentions an archival upload of something called Prism Star? And he's going to show up in something called "Electone x Vocaloid: From Virtual to Real" (I'm not going to research all of these things, but hopefully someone more well-versed in VOCALOID lore recognizes at least some of these names).

-mothy worries that all of this promotional stuff is taking away from his song making. He IS still making songs, he just hasn't been publishing them. Essentially it sounds like he has a lot of irons in the fire.

22nd

-He has uploaded Moonlit Bear

23rd

-mothy talks a little about Moonlit Bear. He remarks on its connection to Tale of Abandonment on a Moonlit Night, and that it originally had a slightly different story before he put a different plot in it. Again he says he was inspired by the children's nursery rhyme, "The Other Day I Met A Bear".

-He really loves putting double meanings and metaphors in his songs.

-The arrangement is much faster than it was at the outset--originally the music was much more leisurely, but it made the song way too long. He comments a little on the song's structure, how it doesn't have any melody repetitions (outside of intro and chorus) like some of his previous works.

-This time he had Suzunosuke do the illustrations, having loved her work with Girl of the Miniature Garden.

-He's also removed one of the comment functions on his blog (it's been called "applause" all this time--from some basic googling it sounds like it's just another way to leave comments on something, but it's distinct from his actual "comment" section, which is still open). He's been getting too many messages to manage all of them.

---July 2009---

2nd

-mothy's gotten 3rd in the VOCALOID ranking again, which he's grateful for.

-He thanks everyone for all of their comments and opinions, though cautions that he isn't taking this as seriously as some people might think (this is slightly hard to parse because I don't know what comments he's referring to, but I think he's just trying to get across that he's someone who creates according to his personal flow, rather than slavishly listening to all of the suggestions and critiques he gets in the comments section).

-(also it occurs to me that I actually am capable of going back and reading the comments he gets on his blog posts for reference but uh. Since this is already over a decade of blog posts I'm scanning through, I will not do that)

-(anyone who's using these infomines as a resource is more than welcome to do so)

-Meanwhile Evils Theater has sold out. mothy also responds to some comments. Of note is that someone asks for instrumentals for his older songs and he's not sure he has them anymore.

11th

-He will be attending summer Comiket for the first time. As with the other conventions he'll be going with the "twinkledisc" circle and uniMemoP. He hints he'll be bringing a new single CD that's part of a collaboration with uniMemoP (I believe this is the Screws, Gears, and Pride disc)

23rd

-Evils Theater has now started its consignment sales on various platforms.

-Mothy hints at the new song with uniMemoP, as well as another song he's been working on along side it.

---August 2009---

2nd

-mothy announces the Screws, Gears, and Pride single, which he and uniMemo will be selling at Comiket soon.

-He responds to comments. Some highlights: Mothy doesn't do shipping (as in, the fandom relationship shipping and not, like, mail shipping). He makes pairings based on what he thinks works best for the story, without picking favorites. Someone says his face looks kind and he says that real bad guys don't make mean faces in public. And he talks about which VOCALOIDS are easiest to use for beginners (Miku and Kaito are fairly easy to use. Rin and Len Act 1 are pretty difficult, though obviously he favors using them a lot. Gackpo he apparently associates too much with Gackt. Meiko is hardest to use but he really likes her voice)

10th

-He's uploaded Screws, Gears, and Pride.

13th

-He talks a bit about the new song (there is now also a defunct link to a video by the PV illustrator?). Just like with South North Story, he made it sound a little different from his usual style.

-Interestingly, mothy implies here that he intended to make sequel songs to it? That is--he's someone who makes songs based on long-running story arcs in his head. But he tries to make them work as standalone songs. This time, though, he made it sort of viewing it as the first song in a concept album, a trilogy with a complete story. He says that making the rest hinges upon further collaboration with uniMemoP, however, so it really depends on how circumstances go. (no further songs in this series were ever made as far as I'm aware, so that's a little sad)

-Also answers some questions, mostly inconsequential ones.

18th

-mothy talks about having attended Comiket. It was full of people and he got overwhelmed with excitement, but he had a lot of support and had a good time.

-The SG&P CD will also be sold on consignment. As for Evils Theater, he's going to sell the rest of his stock and that'll be it.

-Since he's gone to most of these events riding on the coattails of Signal and uniMemoP, he's started thinking that he'd like to build up enough of his own content to be able to participate independently.

-Answers some comments again. One of them has a question about derivative works that he encourages them to use email to talk about rather than the comments section. He also shares the song MP3s.

---September 2009---

1st

-Evils Theater has officially sold out, and all remaining stock is for distributing at live events only. On that note, mothy announces he'll be attending VOCALOID Master with OwataP this month.

-Also drops more hints on the other song he was working on. Well--I say "hints" but they are pretty much useless and he says at the end that he might be lying.

3rd

-mothy announces he'll be guest-starring on OwataP's radio show(?) today. None of the links work for me so I can't check it out. I'm guessing it's not hosted anymore.

10th

-mothy details a bit of a slump he's having, where he's been steadily making songs (which he hasn't released yet) but worries that he's running out of material, or that he's going to make songs that are too similar to each other (it seems it's important to him to make songs that feel original or unlike other things he's made, despite the fact that he does have a style he likes to stick to).

-He's confident that he can push past this, though.

24th

-The Screws Gears and Pride album is on Toranoana.

28th

-The link no longer works so I suspect this album is out of print, but mothy announces his involvement in a "VOC@LOID GENERATION" album wherein humans sing VOCALOID songs. He expresses surprise that the guy who sings Servant of Evil (his song on the album) sang it in the original key despite being inhumanly high pitched.

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Day 6: Frottage | Nights in Seoul

Pairing: Jimin x Male!Reader

Genre: Smut, duh.

Words: 874

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Getting high with Jimin Park wasn’t on your list of responsibilities. You hadn’t even planned on going out tonight but within two hours, your friends had dragged you our to the clubs. Namjoon and Yoongi were preoccupied by the women, once again forgetting that you were definitely not interested. You decided to drown yourself in alcohol.

Point blank, that did not work. You sighed and placed some money on the counter before standing up. Namjoon had decided to take a woman home and Yoongi offered you an e-cig. You took it graciously, exhausted from work and just looking to destress. Your office job was not it. It just let you afford a nice place. 

As you felt it hit you, you looked over to see an angel on the dance floor. A man who looked like he could either ruin your life or absolutely mend it. You wanted—no you needed him. It was as if he read your thoughts, staring at you with entrancing eyes. He gestured to you to move towards him, as Yoongi noticed and cheered you on, pushing you forward first.

“Go!” He smirked and sat back, watching you as you made your way towards the attractive stranger.

You met at the middle of the dance floor, dancing like degenerates, the crowd parted a bit as you seemed to shift towards a partner dance, and you were both good, he was excellent, but you were decent. Because of that, he lead you and you executed the movements like clockwork. He was truly majestic out there.

It took you a few hours to realize who he was. Once you were high you didn’t care he was pop icon Jimin Park, one of the highest ranked singers in the country. He offered you something better. Some good shit imported from Africa. You took a hit of the blunt, the ends crusting off as if it represented your body shriveling up, inching closer to death the more substances you abused tonight.

Yoongi was there too for a bit, but he left with another stoner to go somewhere more private. You sighed and wished him well but stayed beside Jimin.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t famous,” He spoke freely, his eyes glassy and red. “If I wasn’t famous, I could do shit like this all the time.” He was a hard-ass. Unlike his angelic and youthful appearance, he was nothing like the poster boy you saw throughout the city.

“I feel ya,” You reply curtly. “I wish I could quit my job and do something completely different.” 

“Really? Don’t we all,” Jimin smirked. “I like ya.” You didn’t have time to react as he pulled you in towards him for a quick kiss. You kissed back of course, closing your eyes in the process, but you were surprised that he wanted to kiss you out of everyone.

“Thanks.” You reply.

“So polite,” Jimin gave you a cheeky smile. “Wanna do something fun?” You raised a brow at his suggestion.

“Like?”

“Hear me out…but I really wanna…” Jimin held his crotch. Those leather pants did not look too comfy.

“O-oh…yeah, I suppose it’s okay. It’s just us guys.” You scratched your head. You’ve never acted on any of your impulses before but being this crossfaded with a sexy attractive celebrity like Jimin, you couldn’t help it.

You didn’t stop him from going further either, it seemed he wanted to jerk off. You gaze at his cock. It was pretty and pink. Exactly how you imagined it, actually. You felt yourself growing hard from watching him.

“Need some help?” Jimin asked, panting between thrusting himself into his palms and looking at you with need.

“Y-yeah, actually.”

You gasped as he slowly slipped your cock out of your pants and slowly started rubbing it. He slips his hands over the surface of your length, rubbing the shaft a few times and watching the precum leak out before slowly running his fingers past his cock. Then he brought his cock down on yours.

The feeling was indescribable. You felt incredible. Jimin’s cock was against yours, he grinded his body forward, your cocks creating friction and his dick hard from all the play. Yours was too. You liked this, Jimin’s hand acted as a makeshift pocket pussy, and when you felt your cock twitching, you knew you were close.

“O-oh! Jimin!”

“You coming, baby?” He asked, just as you spurted. “Cute.” He smirked at you before getting on his knees and licking the excess cum off your dick directly.

“Ah…” You groaned as his head bobbed back and forth.

Your fingers ran through his silver hair as you pushed his hair out of his eyes and watched him. He was really fucking you on this rooftop, where anyone could walk in (or rather out) on you at any given time. That just turned you on more.

“Mmmm..” Jimin hummed, the vibrations of his lips sending waves of pleasure through your body.

“I’m gonna cum..” You groaned, thrusting into his mouth heavily, chasing after the orgasm.

“Do it then. Right in my mouth.” He opened his mouth wide….and caught your sperm. Streaks of white painted his beautiful face perfectly. And he was more than happy to make more of your cum.

[intuitive-revelations]

I'm not feeling super today, so am going to go ahead and watch some of Tales of the TARDIS to take my mind of it, since it's now available. Here's my thoughts in real time, though I'm just focusing on the new segments for now, since the rest is just an omnibus version of the original serial.

Earthshock:

Ah, we've got an MCU style 'Whoniverse' bumper now. Visuals are fine, though the music is a little disappointing IMO. I would have hoped for some variant on the theme music, maybe the middle 8?

I like the TARDIS flying across it forming a line though. Feels like a very deliberate similarity to Thirteen's logo.

I know it won't be in this series, but the fact they've included Eight's time vortex in the intro has me hopeful for the future, whether it would just involve Grace and/or Lee, or potentially something BF related. Given the omnibus nature of these episodes, probably the prior. The TV movie would be a pretty good length for it too.

Similarly, while the TARDIS set is obviously based on plenty other bits of the sets, I like that Eight's columns are included as a part too.

I'm curious about this whole setup. On one hand it feels a bit like the 'degeneration' stuff we're already seeing in the anniversary and Big Finish, but it also feels kinda Curator-related.

I quite like the 'theme baseline' soundtrack here with Five.

"I was fast asleep, in bed, I said goodnight to Nyssa..." Ah, I see the TeganNyssa agenda is still in play!

The subtitles say 'goodbye', but the line was definitely 'goodnight'... real time censorship... 😢

"We never really did this sort of thing did we"

"You didn't, not one line" ok, I see what you did there.

"This is the memory of a time machine, and it's reached out and remembered... us." Oh, 'tales of the TARDIS' indeed. So it's the TARDIS summoning the characters we see? Is it 'the' TARDIS, or some sort of echo? If the prior, then when is this taking place? I would say sometime in the future, but the TARDIS of course is non-linear.

"It's a remembered TARDIS", again still not sure as to the above. But kinda makes me think of a remembrance tank? Like someone tried to remember a TARDIS into existence, but it's incomplete.

"I'll do it for him"

Oh... the dynamic shift back to wide screen with Five holding Adric's badge crossfading over the episode?

Was the badge remembered into existence too?

"Maybe that's what a memory TARDIS is for?" "Therapy."

The Mind Robber:

Hm, the reused TARDIS cgi + stock background image makes me wonder a bit if this was the last-minute addition to the 60th line up RTD mentioned? Or maybe there just wasn't much budget, in which case fair enough, but it does feel like this series might have been done a bit quickly.

Aw, Jamie and Zoe!

So the memory TARDIS itself has unlocked their memories.

"I've missed him every day of my life, but I didn't realise it." 🥺

"What they did to use was unforgivable" phew. while I know this isn't meant to get too heavy, I was a bit worried for a second they were going to glance over the trauma of their memory wipes. Sure, it's been a lifetime since it happened, but I'm glad the pain of it is acknowledged.

"And I think we've been brought here to undo it?" So will this be permanent or not...?

"I'd still be with him now if I could." Jamie...

"Five daughters". Huh... I know this is a niche point, but that's a bit odd. He has multiple descendents who are McCrimmons (eg. Heather, from the DWA comics) so I'm a bit surprised a son wasn't mentioned.The Glorious Revolution also has at least eight children. I guess some sons could have died and Jamie just isn't mentioning them, or a daughter just passed their maiden name to their child, maybe out of wedllock. Plus he technically could still have more kids I suppose, even at an older age.

"Well, I have a son, a scientist. I named him James." "A-after me?" "I never realised it before, but... well, of course it was after you!"

President Romana is out. President Zoe is in!

"Where do we begin? And don't say Cybermen. I want to forget about the Cybermen." Ouch. Now I'm thinking about The World Shapers.

Again, I like these smooth format transitions.

"Well, whatever this place is, it's restored our memories, for good. I think all we need to do, if we want to come back here, is to close our eyes and remember it." Question answered I guess. Very hand-wavey to be coming out of Zoe, but I'll allow it I guess.

"Maybe we're in heaven." "I hope not, I'm a very busy woman."

"I wonder if [Victoria]'s still out there somewhere?" Ow...

"I hope she had a nice life." "I'm sure she did. I bet she thought of you every single day." Ow...again.

"Because there's one thing I know for sure, I will never, ever forget this again." I hope so, Zoe.

Vengeance on Varos:

Aw, this music introducing Six (if that is Six?) is so sweet!

"The Warrior Queen" so it's that version of Peri? Makes sense I suppose to avoid the extra confusion.

"You got old." "Mm, and bigger. And beardier. Oh time marches on Peri, even for a Time Lord." Hmm, this does imply the Six we see isn't aged due to temporal effects, as in Time Crash, but may have actually aged to this point. Combined with the lack of him wearing his coast, maybe it is the Curator after all? Of course, could be more of an 'imagined' Doctor given the memory TARDIS, but I'm leaning towards all the characters being real.

Ay, Medusa Cascade mention.

"Your story is far from over." "For both of us, Doctor." "Maybe? Maybe." Yep, definitely leaning towards the Curator. This definitely reads to me as the Doctor in some of their final incarnations.

"You've always been here. You never left. The TARDIS never forgets." Again, feels like it's the real TARDIS? Granted Six could be speaking more metaphorically, but still.

"Every night, I would look up at the stars and wonder, which one you were spinning round in the TARDIS and I'd ask myself... 'will I ever see him again?'" Oh no! I thought Peri seemed a bit sad, but was unsure if it was intentional - I thought it might have just been Nicola struggling a bit with doing the accent on screen again. But no, it very much is. She sounds heartbroken on this line. I'm sorry for doubting your acting Nicola!

Ooh, look at that transition again!

Oh, so "Warrior Queen" Peri did make it back to Earth? Cool they're set her up to be here, so she could have Earth-based appearances in the future, but does make me wonder how that overlaps with her other fates. It seems compatible with some of them, but not sure exactly where it sits.

Yrcanos is dead and Peri wants to revisit the memorial (on Krontep presumably) once a year. Apparently this aligns pretty directly with the Season 22 promo, which is great continuity. I guess this implies the Six she was travelling with there wasn't BF!Six, but this older incarnation?

Speaking of which, if he's willing to fly away in this memory TARDIS, once again that seems to suggest the Curator connection, potentially for the TARDIS as well.

The Three Doctors

Now Jo and Clyde!

Jo wrapped in Three's jacket!

I think the sonics, or at least some of them, are just the toys.

In their squabble, Jo mentions she's a great-grandmother now!

"I think they're all here. All of the Doctors. All of the companions."

"Sweet Sarah Jane." 🥺

"I heard, and I'm sorry." Oh... not long after Cliff died then.

"So tell me how you all are: you, Luke, Rani." Ah here's the important stuff!

Luke and Sanjay are in space with UNIT.

Clyde got his comic adaptation! I saw that the movie gets dropped at some point, but now he still gets it as a TV series. That's nice.

Rani's still a journalist. Particularly focused on climate, which Jo loves.

Clyde seems really sad about them all being apart. I guess the Clani will-they-won't-they continues...

No Sky mention... on one hand, makes sense given Jo never knew her, but still a little disappointing, if good for us from a Class: Ongoing writing level. It seems overall RTD is working under the idea that Series 5 was finished, and Sky's 'ascension' in Battle of Bannerman Road happened (hence the 'manifest in human form' thing in Farewell, Sarah Jane).

Obviously it's referencing Hartnell not being present for most of the events, but "2 and a half Doctors" kinda feels like a wink towards Devious.

Aw, Clyde mentioned meeting the Brig to Jo.

"And that's why I'm telling you now, you have got to tell her." "Tell who...what?" "Oh Clyde, don't play games with me."

If you love Rani, you just jolly well go and tell her." AHH!!!

"Oh, stories are important Clyde. We're made of stories, and you're missing the most important one of all."

The ending with Jo holding the Metabelis crystal and seeing Cliff...

The Time Meddler

Steven and Vicki!

They've both got grandkids now.

"And now look - I've got my little sister back!"

They both want to see the Doctor so much...

Pfft, Steven questioning if it's the Doctor's TARDIS because of Six's coat! It's quite a nice choice though, given the episode included featuring the Monk.

Once again, a nice transition with the clock.

The echo of the Monk screaming is a little creepy.

The Monk's dimensional controls! Of course they'd still be in the TARDIS.

"I was an orphan and he became my family. I became the granddaughter he'd lost." Man they're really emphasising the found family here.

"He talked of you for all the time I knew him."

Hmm. "He's probably watching us on some monitor somewhere." then showing the camera view of them, really does make me wonder if a Doctor is in another part of the TARDIS.

"He's as much a part of the TARDIS as this is."

"You know I think of him everyday. I always have. If I could have one wish in all the universe at this moment, it would be to see him again." "Yeah."

Again the ending, with them wishing to see the First Doctor... 🥺

You know the metaphysical emphasis on everything here, kind of makes me think of the metaphysical engine... The dimensions of the TARDIS set are quite similar too.

The Curse of Fenric

Oh I realise that space backgrounds different now. Possible they were changing throughout, but this is the time I've noticed. The animation on the TARDIS seems the same though.

Something very forboding about showing "The History of the Time War", even though it wasn't part of Seven's era. Makes sense though, between his own manipulations and Ace's role in Gallifrey: Time War.

Ace is in her business suit again. Outside of a loose continuity, and building on the leading ACE thing, I'm not sure why they keep going with this.

However, that rainbow badge. I see you Ace.

Ace instinctively putting on the Doctor's hat.

Seven and Ace are so cheerful to see eachother!

"Last time I saw you, you were a hologram. But you're here, you're real!" Nice direct reference to PoTD. So this is afterwards for Ace. Makes sense. The Doctor seemingly acknowledging this however... I would say more Curator proof but...

"You've got old." "Time streams are funny things. In some, I regenerate, in others I don't. It's all a matter of perspective." WAIT WHAT? I guess that seemingly debunks my theory, but this raises a number of questions. So we're in more of a Dark Dimension situation? That being said, the Doctor recognises that it's a "matter of perspective", so is it an older Doctor temporarily in Seven's form? Or an actual alternative timeline Seven? Or the Seven we know, just referring to having aged beyond what he was like during regeneration due to the temporal differential?

Hell, to combine my theory in with this. Is how the Curator's fluid regenerations work? He's shifting between time streams in which past incarnations lived beyond their regeneration?

All this being said. Weirdly fitting to include this here, given Ace's various possible lives.

"This is a memory TARDIS, a special place where old friends come together to share stories, to remember. And to comfront difficult truths..."

Ace doesn't want to talk about Fenric...

"So many lives were ruined." "Others were set in motion." Ah there's the Seven i remember.

"Dangerous undercurrents."

I remain unclear on the current version of Ace's timeline. Apparently when they last parted under bad circumstances (as implied in PotD) he intended to leave her in London, but left her in Ontario instead.

"To be fair, we did have a very busy day, as I remember. Yes. Oh, yes. The Rani was up to her old tricks." Ay, Rani mention. For a sec I thought it was a Dimensions in Time reference.

Ace's voice breaking, talking about her Nan...

"I loved you, you know. Like the Dad I never had. I've never said that before, but I did. I still do."

Seven's reaction as Ace calls him her Dad. You can see him visibly biting his lip 🥺

"And I love you."

Quoting Survival!

I love them both having to jump up to reach the higher controls.

Seven accidentally hurting himself playing the spoons is the perfect way to end.

Overall thoughts

Well this was lovely! I know I shouldn't take it too seriously, as it's just an in character intro to old stories, in the same way I wouldn't take eg. the intro to DotD that seriously, but I do appreciate some of the extra story we get. For a start, Jamie and Zoe gaining their memories back, if it is permanent, is huge! As is Jo encouraging Clyde to speak to Rani.

In general, the continuity difficulties you'll always encounter with these stories with the old companions seem to work out. Again, still not sure what to make of with Ace, at least as someone who very much likes her going to Gallifrey. That being said, they did kind of hint at her Time War history, so who knows?

Obviously the memory TARDIS and the returning classic Doctors are great, but I do remain curious on what they 'mean' in-universe. It definitely feels like something that could be spun out into a greater story.

Overall, very sweet, and very emotionally satisfying, sometimes more than I expected! The emphasis on everyone relationships, the found family of it all, was also brilliant.

The best way I can summarise it is by going back to the first episode and what Five and Tegan say there:

Everyone: Go to therapy. Doctors and Companions: No!!!1 The TARDIS:

[hwavsg4ch4n]

Synergy|| L.M

Warnings/tags: switch!reader, fem!reader, possessive!reader, switch!minho, soft!dom minho, fwb dynamic, angst, pet names, praising, mentions of weed, mentions of alcohol, choking, teasing, penetration, creampie, unprotected sex (have fun responsibly), tears of pleasure, f!M! orgasm, mentions of food. (if I missed anything lmk)

Note: hi hi, ever since I went to the maniac concert, mr. lino has been a very BIG problem for me!!! I had to write this. Also Umi is my favorite artist next to skz so it's just fitting. There's some stoner lingo in this. crossfaded means to be high and drunk at the same time, and i think everything else is self-explanatory!! pls enjoy <3

Sypnosis: Lee Minho, he has a way with words but tends to be as clueless as ever.

Disclaimer: This is mature content, proceed at your own risk. Minors dni! This is a work of fiction, this does not represent skz's real personal life or them themselves!

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You should've known. Known that your heart would hurt as much as it is now when you decided to fuck with Minho.

You rolled your eyes at the despicable sight in front of you, "Girl, don't worry about him." Your friend tried to steer your attention somewhere else, trying to get you to look away from Minho dancing with someone who wasn’t you. You hated the way he gripped her waist, whispering in her ear as she giggled shyly. You wanted to look away, you really did. But for some reason, you were too captivated by the feeling of heartbreak.

You weren't even in a relationship, that was the sad part. The two of you were friends, friends that made an agreement to satisfy each other's needs. Minho made it clear, "No feelings Y/n, I'm not doing that shit right now." You agreed fully, but he treated you like everything and nothing all at the same time. He knew your body too well, you always had the feeling he memorized every crevice, every sensitive spot on your form.

But it wasn't only your body he grew accustomed to, it was your soul.  He knew how to speak to you, making you blush in ways you didn't know was possible. At first it was stupid generic compliments while he was burried in you, "You look so pretty like this." Of course you liked it. But as Minho learned how to satisfy you, he learned how to please you mentally, tweaking his affirmations. "You look so pretty for me." Even though the change was small, it made you cum prematurely the very first time he said it. Like your efforts were being recognized; always wanting to look pretty for him.

His pretty words weren't only used in the bedroom. At first they were,  but eventually he would whisper in your ear, "That perfume... it drives me crazy" in front of mutual friends, "How come you look so beautiful every time I see you?" he’d scoff this while studying, like it was nothing.

Why him? This was a question you often asked yourself, a question you were asking yourself now. Watching as he probably whispered the same things he told you, to her.

"Can I have the pre-roll, Kim? I'm going for a smoke break." You sniffled, holding out your hand. She gave it to you willingly, you avoided her eyes, turning around and navigating through the dancing bodies. You had to pass him, it was dumb of you to glance over. The sight made the lump in your throat greater. Why did he have to slip his damn hand under her shirt?  Why did he have to pull her impossibly closer? Why, why did he have to smile at her?

Your pace picked up, exiting the front door with an intake of breath. You couldn't hold in the pitiful tears as you let out a shaky sigh, walking down the driveway to lean against your friend's car. "How dumb can I be?" Your whispered words felt like venom in your chest as you repremaned yourself, sparking the blunt with the lighter Minho gave you the time he taught you to smoke. 

The blunt felt comfortable between your lips, the lighter making the nicest sounds as puffs of smoke filled the open air.

Maybe you shouldn't be getting high right now, you'd feel everything harder. All those damn people lied, smoking doesn't take away the pain, it just makes those damn emotions more potent. Who knows, maybe weed didn't even want to see you happy.

"Smoking by yourself? Didn't even invite me?" Your heart stopped, quickly looking down to the pavement to avoid the gaze of the man that caused these fat tears running down your cheeks.

"You trying to hide from me, y/n? Always so cute." You frowned, feeling his pressence next to you. "I didn't know you were here, why didn't you say hi?" You gulped, taking another pull in silence. "Go away." the plea was only apparent in your mind. "Y/n?" Your lip quivered as he took hold of your chin, bringing your gaze up to him.

Why were his eyes so pretty? Why was this strain so strong tonight? Why did he mean everything to you? You sniffled, gulping as tears fell freely. Minho frowned, obviously confused as to why you were quietly breaking down in front of him, clueless to the fact that he was the cause.

You moved your chin out his grip, not bothering to protest as he took the blunt from your shaking fingers. "Who did it, Y/n?" He asked softly, taking a pull expertly. You let out a sarcastic chuckle, looking into the house as lights flashed and music blared. "Uhm, who was the person you were dancing with?" Fuck, why did you ask that? It didn't help that your voice sounded small, weak. It also didn't help that Minho stopped leaning on the vehicle to stand in front of you.

"Just some girl." With the nonchalant answer, came the nonchalant way he put the blunt in-between your lips. He watched as you took a pull, aiming the smoke away from his face as you exhaled. "I know you too well, don't try and hide your emotions from me." He huffs out, swiping a lone tear away as it threatens to escape your redend eyes.

"Talk to me~." He whined, taking the blunt and taking the last pull before stomping it out. "I wanted the last bit." You pouted quietly. He chuckled, "I'm sorry pretty girl, next time I got you." You hated how Minho spoke, how he probably spoke the same way to her.

"Don't call me that." He raised his brows in surprise, "Hm? But you love it, don't you?" You did, you loved his compliments, that was what aggravated you the most.

Minho studied how you tried to avoid his gaze, crossing your arms. You didn't even flash your heart warming smile at him when he greeted you. His eyes narrowed, "Did I do something wrong, princess?" He asked hesitantly, the pet name coming out instinctively.

"Minho..." you sighed, too tired to keep it in any longer; maybe you'll feel better. "You, you make me feel like shit." He stayed quiet, his frown deepening as you let yourself rant. "I don't know why, I- I really don't know, but uhm... I want you all to myself, as selfish as that sounds. I didn't like seeing you smiling at someone else, touching someone else like how you touch me. I don't like assuming you told that girl the same compliments you tell me. You're not mine, I know that. But I have feelings, and I get jealous."

"Y/n..." He started, "I'm going back inside. Uh, just ignore this ever happened. I didn't mean it." You did mean it, you meant all of it.

"Fuck," Minho cursed himself, watching with a frown as you walked back inside to crowded house. He didn't get to apologize, say that he didn't know you felt this way about him. Tell you this was an obviously idiotic strategy to get over you.

-

-

Minho was beyond pissed, he was raging. Only seeing red as he saw you kiss some other guy, gliding your hands through the randoms hair as you did his so many times. He could understand you were angry, but that didn't stop him from being angrier.

You don't know why you did it, but you knew you were sad, wanting a distraction from what you assumed was rejection. Therefore you downed two shots, locked eyes with the guy that has flirted with you once or twice, and used him. He didn't mean anything, you didn't remember his name, but you used him to forget the name you couldn't seem to forget.

The next events were all a blur, being yanked away from this guy, only to see an angry Minho punch said guy in the face. "Minho!" You gasped, as did everyone else in the room. "What the fuck!?" you yelled, watching as he shook away the pain in his hand.

It was a blur as he dragged you outside, called an uber and brought you home. He didn't talk to you, and you didn't talk to him.

It was only when you were sitting on his kitchen counter with confusion written on your face when he began to speak. "Are you fucking crazy?" you blinked at his question. "Excuse me?" He scoffed at your response. "You tell me you like me... then you make out with another guy." His calmness unsettled you.

"Minho, you fucking rejected me." But you didn't raise your voice either. "I-." "What, so you wanna control me now? You reject me, then punch some guy I made out with because I'm not your pro-" You were cut off, unable to speak as he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks.

"Will you let me speak?" You glared up at him, as he glared down at you. "I like you too." You murmured out a muffled "Liar." But he understood, rolling his eyes in response.

Your eyes were clear with uncertainty, he could tell. Minho knew you didn't believe his words with time, "Can I kiss you?" He asked bluntly, releasing his grip on your cheeks just enough for you to respond. "Now is not the time to make-" "Just trust me, hm? Let me show you."

You hesitated. “Minho, I may be cross faded as fuck… and obviously you are too,” You scoffed, “But this infatuation thing I’m feeling for you… it’s starting to feel like hatred.” His grip on your cheeks loosened as he frowned. “Did I ever tell you that I didn’t feel the same way? Hm?” You peered into his eyes as he spoke, stroking your cold cheeks. 

“No, but I see you with someone new every time I turn around. It’s… embarrassing.” Minho winced, realizing that you felt exactly how he felt just 20 minutes ago… but only almost every outing the two of you have been to. “Y/n, baby… I’m sorry. I’m sorry that my communication skills are ass.” His confession almost made you laugh in disbelief. Lee Minho, the one who used his words to get you there… was bad at communication. 

“Tell me how you feel about me Minho, I wanna hear it.” You knew this was the weed and liquor talking, but you stopped caring as soon as he looked into your eyes with raw emotion. 

Of course he knew how big you were on words, well his words. How he spoke, whispered, yelled… how he addressed you. It was dangerous, almost lethal. 

“Every time I’m in you… I feel like we become one. And every time I get the pleasure to breathe in the same air as you, I feel like its all I need in that moment.” You gulped, breathing in his scent. “As selfish as this sounds, I want you to myself too.” Silence filled the air as he stopped talking. His sparkling brown eyes staring into yours, trying to read any emotion you could offer him. It seemed as if your hand moved on it’s own as you softly clutched his cheek in your palm. “I’m yours, Y/n. You have me, all of me. No more bullshit.” His voice was gentle, but the urgency seeped through.

You couldn’t help but get lost in his eyes again. You let your thumb brush over his pink lips that you admired so often. “These are mine?” You ask, shuttering as he presses a soft kiss to the pad of your thumb. “All yours.” His voice was heavy. Your hands travel down from his shoulders, your nails slightly digging into his flesh covered by his shirt. You observed as Minho took in a deep breath gulping as he shut his eyes at your touch. 

“I’m gonna claim you, Minho.” He opened his eyes at your statement, “H-huh?” He didn't mean to stutter, but he couldn’t help it. He wasn’t used to hearing you speak to him like this, it was always the other way around. You smiled softly, your fingers making their way under his shirt, feeling at his warm skin. He sighed at your touch, the sight making you part your lips. “You want to show me how much I mean to you, hm?” He nodded silently at your question, curious as to what was going through your head.

“Let me do what I want to you.” He sucked in a breath, feeling his pants tighten at the mere thought of you using him how you wanted. “And when i’m done, I want you to fuck me like you mean it. Is that okay, Minho?” You peered up at him through your lashes, catching his hungry gaze as he muttered an “Of course.” You smiled at him gently, pushing him away so you could get off the counter. “Should we go-” You cut him off, “Why are you talking?” He raised an eyebrow at your words. “I-I’m sorry.” If this was any other session between the two of you, he would have admired your efforts, looking at you amused as you tried to reverse the tables. But this time around, he didn’t want to risk pushing your buttons. Almost afraid to show any ounce of dominance, he didn’t want to fuck this up.

Minho gulped and you took his black T-shit off for him, licking your lips as you stared at his naked torso. He felt so exposed in the best way possible, his nipples hardening as they made contact with the breeze drafting through his dining room. He flinched as you flicked at his bud, he swallowed back a grunt as you pinched. “Ah- bab-” You shushed him and he listened, his chest falling and rising heavily as you touched him at your own pace. He didn’t notice as you observed his expressions, as his gaze was too focused on where your hands were going next. You wondered if he liked to be praised as well, how much it would effect him. 

“You look so good like this,” His gaze shifted up to yours slowly as you spoke. “You always look so good, how could I not fall for you, hm?” Minho bit his lip, feeling his ears turn red at your compliments; all the while twitching as you continued to play with his sensitive nipples. This is the first time he’s ever felt so defenseless.

“I wonder,” You one hand traveled lower as the other stayed pinching and flicking, “how would all those girls react to seeing sweet talker Minho react to little old me playing with his cute, pretty, sensitive, nipples.” He didn’t mean to let out the whimper he did. “Oh look at you, crumbling apart already. Tell me how this feels?” He lets out a grunt as you squeeze his hard on through his pants, his eyes closing as his lips parted. “Tell me, Min.” The man licked his lips, “G-good, feels good baby.” His voice was raspy and light as he tried his best to answer you. 

You couldn’t help but to feel smug as you watched the man that usually had you ripping at the seams crumbling before you. “I bet you wanna fuck me so bad, don’t you baby?” Minho hummed, feeling your hand unbutton his pants and slip under the waistband of his boxers, gripping his length. “Yes, please.” You scoffed at his response, “I didn’t even need to make you beg, you’re just so needy. I bet you’re wishing my hand was my pussy.” Minho chuckled in disbelief, looking into your eyes with need. “Y/n, you’re killing me here beautiful.” you giggled, pecking his plump lips, tsking as he tried to chase as you pulled away. 

Unfortunately, this felt like tourture to you as well. Felling his length twitch in your palms made your crave for him to fill you up even more. Your hand continued to stroke his member as the other ran through his locks. “You’re gonna fuck me now, do you understand?” Minho nodded, “Can- can I kiss you please?” You cooed. His voice timid, his hands clenched as he waited for your permission. Your other hand joined your other as you pulled at his hair softly, a sigh admitting from him. You smiled, pulling his lips to yours. Minho sighed into you, his hands fighting the urge to touch you without you granting him access. 

“Such a good boy,” You whispered as you pulled away. Minho looked down, feeling flustered at the praise. His dick aching to be released as he watched you undress your bottom half, leaving your tank top on. Minho let you pull his boxers down, “You have such a pretty dick, how are you real?” He whined, “Baby, please.” You smirked, lifting yourself on the counter top. “Inside, now.” Minho was going to ask about foreplay, that was until he witnessed how wet you were. Glistening in the dim light of the room. “U-Uhm, condom-” You scoffed, surprising him as you cut him off. “You’re mine remember, you’re not wasting a drop of cum in a fucking condom.” Minho shuttered, clearing his throat as he moved towards your awaiting cunt, feeling more nervous than usual.

Your hand grabbed his chin, lifting his eyes up to meet yours. “Fuck me like you mean it.” Minho bit his lip, running his tip through your slit, gathering your arousal before stretching you out. It was right then and there where you could feel your little dom act slipping, you clutched his shoulder as you gasped at the feeling of him filling you, your eyes rolling back as this is what you waited for. 

Minho stayed still, smirking as he observed your act slowly disappearing, the pleading look he knew so well making an appearance. His hands gripped your thighs, easing the rest of himself in your heat, absorbing your whimpers as licked his lips at the sight of you. “It’s okay, beautiful, I’ve got you now. Just relax, hm?” You nodded, not fighting the change of roles as he bottomed out.

He began to thrust, his movements were deep, angled because he knew right where you needed him after months of getting to know your body. “F-fuck,” You whispered, looking down to witness where he slid in and out of you, whining as he picked up speed. You swallowed dryly as Minho grasped the back of your neck, pushing his forehead to yours as he fucked you, exactly how you asked. “I’m yours y/n,” You looked into his eyes as yours were hooded. “Hm? I’m yours baby, my dick is yours. I don’t fuck anyone but you princcess, how could I when you take me so well?” You let out a muted sob, tears forming as he hit your sensitive areas every time, his free hand rubbing at your clit.

“F-Fuck, fuck Min- Minho.” Your voice was weak, only moans coming through as he shushed you. “Shhhh, baby it’s okay. I’m here, I got you.” Minho pecked your nose as he watched tears escape your eyes. He let go of the back of your neck, his grip moving to the base instead, slightly squeezing just how you liked it. He held you away from him  slightly, trying to ignore how good you felt around him. Minho smirked, seeing your cunt begin to cream around his length as he was practically pounding into you, Your clit becoming puffy as his thumb flicked at the bundle of nerves. You let out a stream of hushed curses as you held onto his wrist, begging him to choke you harder which he did. Minho bit his lips as he watched your legs start to shake, trying to close shut as the stimulation became almost too much for you. “Cum for me baby, I know you can. It’s almost over.” Minho told you gently, grunting as your walls tighten around him. “There you go, princess.” He watched with a grin as you let out loud drawn out moans, tears flowing your face as you came around him.

You whimpered as he kept fucking into you, “Min, cum in me, please. Wanna feel you.” Minho cooed at your request, stroking your cheek as he reassured you, “I’m gonna fill you up baby, is that what you want?” You nodded feverishly, breathing heavily as he chuckled. Minho grabbed your waist, grinding his hips into you as he grunted. “Fuck, you always feel so good around me.” you thought it was impossible to blush in this situation, but you did.

Your lips parted as you watched Minho’s head tilt back, licking lips as he cursed at the feeling of his climax approaching. You whimpered as you felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with warmth as he pulled you in, kissing you as he made sure you didn’t waste a drop.

After a while, you giggled. Watching as Minho pulled out of you, a bit of his cum seeping out as he took a finger to push it back in. You said nothing as he closed your legs for you, rubbing at your thighs as he pecked all over your face. “I’m yours baby, all of me.” You nodded with a tired smile. “Don’t hate me, hm?” You chuckled at his words. “If you take a bath with me and make spaghetti, then I won’t.” Minho smiled, “Deal.”

[belsaas]

An ode to the iRiver iHP-120

For whatever reason, I've found myself deeply nostalgic for high school as of late. And for me, that is intractable from nostalgia for what is perhaps the peak mp3 player ever made:

The iRiver iHP-120 was released in 2003, my sophomore year of high school, and it changed my life. This thing held an astounding 10GB of music—for comparison, most mp3 players at the time were flash based, and held 128 or 256 MB of music. The only big competitor at the time was the 1st generation iPod, a mac-exclusive device that transferred data over firewire and had to be synced using the fledgling iTunes. Juxtapose that to iRiver, who took what I like to call the "we don't give a fuck" approach:

When you plugged in the iHP-120 with USB 2.0, it just showed up as an external hard drive—you could throw whatever you wanted on there. Naturally, it could read mp3 files, but this thing introduced me to the world of audio codecs and processing in a way nothing could have prepared me. WMA files worked fine (a big deal at the time because of DRM issues, during the heyday of KaZaA and Limewire). You want to play uncompressed .WAV files? No problem, put them on there. FLAC files? Absolutely, let your audiophile freak flag fly. Fucking OGG Vorbis files played on this thing. Hell, you could put text files on here and read them.

(The firmware for these was also basically open-source, and people did even crazier stuff with them. By the time I retired my player, it could do gapless playback, crossfading, 10-band equalizing, normalization and more. I think I also changed the boot screen to a picture of Sailor Moon.)

But the magic didn't end at uploading music to the iHP-120—controlling this thing was more intuitive than any other device around at the time. All of your music was displayed on the player in whatever folder structure you loaded onto the device—navigating the music was as simple as using Windows Explorer. You had your standard play/pause, skip forward/back and volume controls on the front joystick, but what are the other buttons for?

Yeah. This thing was also a portable recorder. At anytime you could just hold down the Rec button and start recording with the onboard mic, or using an external input (more on that later). On the right side, an A-B Interval control. You ever wanted to just listen to one part of a song on repeat to learn the lyrics? Just hold down the button. Lastly a hold switch to disable control inputs while it was in your pocket—no accidentally pausing the music.

Okay, back to the external input mentioned before. The top of the iHP-120 is wild.

The top I/O panel of the iRiver iHP-120, with 4 jacks.

From right to left, you have a 3.5mm headphone jack (naturally), a 2.5mm microphone jack, the remote control port (more on this in a bit), and in white you have Line In/Out jacks which you could use to record as well as just plug in a second pair of headphones for a friend—jacks which support both 3.5mm analog input, as well as 3.5mm TOSLINK optical cables.

The TOSLINK 3.5mm male plug. A plug I only ever encountered on this device and the Sound Blaster X-Fi Titanium, a sound card I wrote a review of in 2009 which seems to still be up at PC Gamer and reading it now I don't know how any of my writing was ever published, let alone in print.

Chances are good you've never encountered this, it's phenomenally uncommon, and TOSLINK as a whole largely died with the emergence of HDMI—but this fucking mp3 player could both record and transmit fiber optic audio in uncompressed stereo or lossy 7.1 surround sound. In high school, I would plug the iHP-120 into our home theatre and listened to Porcupine Tree's Stupid Dream on repeat (side tangent, I'm pretty sad 5.1 album recording never really caught on, but the Dolby Atmos music format is better in every way, and I'm grateful Apple is bringing it into the mainstream).

"Okay, so we have an music player/text reader/voice recorder with optical audio, and basically every codec under the sun, what else could you go on about Erika?"

-you, the person reading this

THE REMOTE

Let me take you back to 2003. I was a depressed theatre kid teenager who would listen to Rooney on repeat on my Koss UR40s while crying over a girl who wanted nothing to do with me.

The Koss UR40 Headphones I wore like a fashion accessory everyday.

The other thing I wore everyday besides those headphones? Baggy cargo pants (it was acceptable at the time, I swear). Inside the right cargo pocket was my iRiver iHP-120, and clipped to the velcro flap of that cargo pocket was the iHP-115R remote control.

The iHP-120 remote unit

Every function of the iHP-120 could be controlled from this little fucker. Play/pause and stop buttons. Volume, skip track and recording are all here on rocker switches. You could even change the fucking bitrate of playback on this little thing, all without taking the actual mp3 player out of your pocket because the LCD screen on the remote has all the same info you'd get on the main unit.

The remote itself connected to the iRiver with that big plug you can see in the picture above (shamelessly stolen from Nathan Edwards who I worked with at PC Gamer in the late 2000s and only while writing this post discovered has already written a much more professional ode to the beauty of the iHP-120 this year).

You would plug your headphones into the remote, (or in my case you could also plug in your 1988 Chevrolet 2500 suburban's tape deck adaptor and have controls at your fingertips. No more distracted driving).

An image of a 1988 Chevorlet 2500 diesel Suburban. Not super relevant but god I miss my high school suburban. We would take the rear and middle benches out and put a queen-size mattress in the back, which 9 of my friends would ride on as we went to Little Caesar's for lunch. Also, cars just looked way fucking better back then.

I think I'm about done waxing nostalgic, but I really do miss the days of discrete devices—I kind of find myself fighting back against my smartphone. I have a camera I carry around, a pen and paper planner and writing notebook, and a kindle for reading. There's something appealing about not having my phone be my access to music either—rather, having a device that I just threw my music on and it plays it really well was rad. The iHP-120 was really fucking rad.

[scarlet-speedsters-aesthetics]

Matt Murdock Playlist

1. Seven Devils- Florence + The Machine

2. What The Water Gave Me- Florence + The Machine

3. Smother- Daughter

4. Someday- Nickelback

5. World So Cold- Three Days Grace

6. Francesca- Hozier

7. It Will Come Back- Hozier

8. Blood Upon The Snow- Hozier (ft. Bear McCreary)

9. Heartless- Hinder

10. Did You Know That There's A Tunnel Under Ocean Boulevard- Lana Del Rey

11. The Devil Within- Digital Daggers

12. Breathe Into Me- Red

13. Heaven- Demi Lovato

14. Just Like You- Three Days Grace

15. Burn- Nathan Wagner

16. The Weight of Living Part I- Bastille

17. Had Enough- Breaking Benjamin

18. Devil In Me- Halsey

19. Devil- Shinedown

20. My Bones- The Pretty Reckless

21. Hell's Coming With Me- Poor Man's Poison

22. Paradise Lost- Hollywood Undead

23. Lost in Paradise- Evanscence

24. Bring Me To Life- Evanscence

25. Providence- Poor Man's Poison

26. Give and Take- Poor Man's Poison

27. Blown Away- Carrie Underwood

28. Would've, Could've, Should've- Taylor Swift

29. The Hammer's Coming Down- Nickelback

30. Arsonists Lullaby- Hozier

31. Foreigners God- Hozier

32. American Teenager- Ethel Cain

33. Afraid- The Neighborhood

34. The View Between Villages- Noah Kahan

35. Cold- Crossfade

36. Ashes- Celine Dion

37. Midnight Thoughts- Set It Off

38. Leave Out All The Rest- Linkin Park

39. Family Tree- Ethel Cain

40. Sun Bleached Flies- Ethel Cain

41. De Selby (Part 1)- Hozier

42. Who We Are- Hozier

43. Hoax- Taylor Swift

44. You Found Me- The Fray

45. Found- Citizen Soldier

46. Teenage Dream- Olivia Rodrigo

47. Souvenir- Boygenius (ft. Phoebe Bridgers, Julien Baker & Lucy Dacus)

48. Making The Bed- Olivia Rodrigo

[iseesound]

𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃! 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐨, “҉T҉r҉a҉n҉s҉c҉e҉n҉d҉“҉

Aired 01.26.23

Featuring music from Lauren Auder, Alice Coltrane, FKA Twigs, and more. Listen on Spotify and Apple Music.

I first made this set as a test run for the Listening Party events I wanted to do at UIC’s School of Design. With the intention to play it right after students got out of class, I chose to begin with “in god’s childlike hands” by Lauren Auder. Which I first heard play in Virgil Abloh’s last show for LV. This song builds up perfectly, the instruments slowly building up, mimicking an almost alien like forest coming into view, (reminds me of Bjork’s Utopia), I found it fitting that the ‘siren’ that starts around the 2:30 mark almost resembles a police siren, seeing how UIC is in the city.

The next three songs, are a part of what I like to call a ‘run’, where I let the songs play without introduction. “Hyperballad” by Bjork, “Cicada,” by Sega Bodega, and “How Does It Feel,” by Pharrel Williams. These three songs have very similar beats, where it almost sounds as if its reverbing in on itself. (In my head I picture it as the sound bounces off the walls of a narrow hallway.) They transition into each other pretty well despite the difference in genre and overall sounds.

Originally White Willow Bark” by MF DOOM was meant to be an interlude to allow me to explain the set’s overall theme, I did in fact forget when it came to the actual show. However, this interlude does serve to help cut into a different sound. While choosing the music for the set, I kept in mind, what “transcend” meant to me in terms of music. It could mean synths, psychadelia, techno, jazz, hypnotic or grandiose. Listening to “Windowlicker”, specifically A.G Cook’s cover I was immediately impressed at the level of complexity its made with. (Hypnotic techno, smells like sangria). I knew I had to incorporate it somehow. From 4:50, the song is so chaotic its amazing how it doesn’t get muddy, A.G Cook is. a. genius.

The next run in this set is quiet long, “home with you,” by FKA Twigs, “Love’s the Only Way,” by Cage The Elephant, and “Journey into Satchidanada,” by Alice Coltrane and Pharoah Sanders. The perfect example of the beauty that is the Spotify Crossfade. There is no way I would have ever come across this if it hadn’t been for my friend’s suggestion of Cage The Elephant, it was almost by mere coincidence that the two were together in the early draft of the set. “home with you” has these beautiful flutes playing at the end that call back to “in god’s child like hands”. The way it ends, and transitions to “Love’s the Only Way” almost makes it sound as if it were the same song for a moment. If it hadn’t been for the collaboration between Online Ceramics and Alice Coltrane I would have never been introduced to the world of psychedelic jazz that she had created. Her music is incredibly immersive and has a world-building quality to it.

The final run, is made up of “Lucy in The Sky With Diamonds,” by The Beatles, “For Sale?,” by Kendrick Lamar, and “Frosti,” by Bjork (again, yes). Transitioning from Alice Coltrane into The Beatles seemed incredibly fitting, both songs are gorgeous examples of immersive psychadelia, (and both have long titles, jeez). I remember sitting in my 7th grade health class and hearing “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” for the first time, reading the lyrics, and having a discussion on LSD right after and its effects. I don’t remember much of the discussion, I do however remember going home and listening to the song over and over again. “For Sale,” being placed right after “Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds,” the groovy synths and the reverb in the song, along with the references of Lucy over and over, it sounds as if Kendrick is talking about the same Lucy The Beatles sing about. The chime that plays at the end perfectly transitions into the music box that plays in “Frosti,” which comes from Bjork’s album “Vespertine,” which serves as an interlude. Two interludes placed right after the other, who would have thought they would work so well.

The final two songs, I feel, serve as a conclusion, restating the sonic themes from the set. “Bliss,” by Yung Lean and FKA Twigs, (yep, again) and “Falaise,” by Floating Points. With the repeating guitar, the chime, layered with Twigs’s ethereal vocals, along with the lyrics “and I’m seeing sounds.” “Bliss” was the perfect song to close the show. However, there was still time left for me to play one more song. I discovered “Falaise,” on a random spotify playlist one day. It became one of my favorite songs. (It wasn’t until later I would learn the Virgil also used this song in his FW 22 show in Bangkok.) With its hypnotic rhythms, filled with flutes resembling Auder’s “in god’s childlike hands,” the song ends the set with a grandiose transcendental finale.