#MAKING KAPPA WEAR FUCKING SOCKS.

[icarus-star]

meep morp here.

clyde takes out his hearing aid when hes done with a conversation

danny is lactose intolerant, he doesnt know it because he thinks this is what happens to everyone

ollie gets really bad seasonal allergies

kappa hates cinnamon but loves apple pie

ollie eats cherries on the dock and tries to see how far he can spit the seed

danny still has his childhood stuffed animal

jack likes to sit down in the shower but hates taking baths

possum fucking loves hotdogs and always gives his pet a little nibble. perpetually cold hands

kappa doesnt wear socks with his shoes because hes a freak

I LUV THESE SO MUCH, U'VE DONE IT AGAIN MEEP MORP.

ollie is definitely allergic to pollen, n he definitely denies it.

sitting in the shower is so real. i am jack (i'm not).

POSSUM EATS THE HOTDOG N HIS BABY BROTHER BEGS TO EAT THE BREAD >_< THAT INCLUDES CORN DOGS.

i think that rather than danny, clyde or charlie had a childhood stuffed animal :3

[wifeylouis]

Hi!

I really enjoyed your post on Louis’ fashion! Do you think you could show some of your favorite pieces? Love your blog. Thank you.

Hello!! im glad u like my blog even tho im not very active heh and Louis’ fashion is one of my fav things to talk abt so thank u for this ask dfiojdkf an excuse to rant abt louis and his impeccable taste :D 

i generally love...EVERYTHING louis wears in pap pics and when hes not being styled by someone else, txf era was probs one of my fav fashion eras of his and i absolutely LOVE his shoe collection, a DREAM for someone like me whod choose a pair of fresh trainers over... nearly anything else lmfao but here we go ill show u my fav pieces that i can find on ltfa (my source of fashion inspo)  xx 

my fav tracksuit from louis. his mind amazes me the way he paired kappa with mastermind and it flows so seamlessly as if its a coord BC HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING WITH THOSE SIDE STRIP LOGOS LIKE???!?!?!?! BIG BRAINS ONLY! hes just so fkn creative with the way he puts stuff together its never throwing random shit on its always a meticulously detailed outfit

this toweling/teddy half zip. need i say more? the burberry logo is SO FKN COOL ugh i love all his burberry pieces i love how loyal he is to certain designers like stella, burberry, ami paris, mastermind hes got so many of their pieces hes so cute i bet he buys the entire collection if he likes one piece fjdkfsh

see also this polo fleece jumper (at this point we know louis loves his teddy style jackets, hes complimented fans on theirs too hes just too precious!! a cuddle bug) 

this fred perry knit bc the colour is gorgeous on him and fred perry is just so gay yk? 

THIS JUMPER... LITERALLY WANT IT SO BAD ITS SO MFKN CUTE

back to burberry... louis and burberry are a match made in heaven just look at this! louis has a few jackets and tops in this “patchwork” or redone kind of style! hes worn alot of pieces like it including a VERY GAY SHIRT which i will have to look for a post later but ig u can say baby likes his redone one of a kind stuff hes so darling

this tshirt for no reason other than its a cool fucking print and i want it rly bad. louis’ collection of graphic tees is BEAUTIFUL ugh i also love the kodak shirt, the newyork tourist shirt, the we are the weather tshirt, the honey bee shirt... THERES SO MANY ooh also the black band tee with the blue print on it he wore with a denim jacket and trackies once infront of that pink wall...cant seem to find it but i adore his tshirts so much!! we need an insiders view of his shoes and tees collection so bad 

THIS SWEATER... i loved it when he wore it on txf and fell in love with it even more when he wore it on a night out and took pics with fans ughhh i love when he repeats outfits he wore for photoshoots or events bc u can rly tell he loved the piece and kept it for his personal wardrobe it makes me so happy for some reason dskfjs (also this is alexander fkn mcqueen louis’ insane hes such a fashion girl istg) 

NOW THIS... THIS SWEATER EVERYONE HATES FOR SOME REASON BUT I FKN LOVE IT I WISH WE HAD BETTER PICS IN IT BC COME ON MISS CHER HOROWITZ MY COUNTRY CLUB PRIVATE PREP SCHOOL DADDYS GIRL THIS IS SO FKN CUTE?????

ugh am i making this too long? these arent even my MOST fav pieces bc ltfa is too much to get thru... but this is one of my fav outfits, days and pap pics EVER i loveeee him in ami and this cute lil heart coord is so precious

i also obvs love the classic fashionista louis moments like the burberry shirt under the maroon jumper with the boyfriend jeans and the af1s or the japan socks versace jacket and adidas cropped slim trackies and all those but ig those are pretty obvs! i cld go on and on and on and on abt my fav louis outfits but ill stop here. also, certain ppl seem to completely undermine louis’ fashion sense and think he doesnt venture out alot or some bullshit like that but louis’ style is subtle, cute, always trendy, always attainable, androgynous and classic. he includes cute colours, hearts and flowers, cool prints and graphics and messages in outfits that u can tell took time to put together bc of the sheer attention to detail from the collar on his jumper to the laces on his platform trainers he never misses when it comes to serving looks! 

[lizzy-williams]

𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟼: 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛

🎃⌒👹⌒🎃⌒👹⌒🎃⌒👹⌒🎃

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 (𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢), 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜

. 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆

kinktober masterlist

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒔 

𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒆

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

You were tipsy as all fuck, the people around you passing as your vision felt off. You were wandering about, going nowhere in particular. Did you even want to be here? In the middle of a Kappa Omega Chi frat party on Halloween?

Now you wish you just stayed in your dorm and watched scary movies, eating all the candy you were supposed to 

But here you were, wearing a costume that nobody would get the reference of. It was a female version of Ace Vantura, one of your favorite Jim Carrey characters, and you knew nobody would get it. All except one person. Someone who was actually supposed to be there an hour ago. 

Colson was one of your best friends, but more recently he was more like a friend with benefits. You met him through a friend and instantly clicked. And the sexual tension felt almost uncanny. 

You leaned up against the punch table, looking mainly at the ground. 

“Who is this ghastly man?” 

The playful voice that went over the speakers was a voice you could recognized anywhere. You looked up with a smile on your face, willing to complete the quote. 

“Ace Vantura, pet detective,” you said, trying your hardest not to laugh as you leaned in, “Thanks for the free parking,”

Both of you broke into laughter. 

After that you spent most of the night dancing and talking, catching up, and of course one thing lead to another. Next thing you know, you’re pulling him upstairs, a few people whooping as you slipped into the hallway. 

You couldn’t keep your hands off of each other as you tried to find an open room, your tongues tangled together and your hands roaming in the process. 

Finally, you found an unused room, and just as you were about to close the door, Colson stopped you. 

“Hey, wait,” he said, slipping off his shoes, then his socks, “Gotta make sure nobody’s gonna bother us,” he took one of his socks and slipped it on the door handle.

“Smart,” you giggled, before closing the door and reconnecting your lips in another fiery kiss. 

You were tearing at each other’s clothes, trying to undress quickly. And as soon as you were both nude, Colson looked behind you, and his jaw dropped. 

“Holy shit,” he said, and you turned around. 

There, standing tall and proud, was a large mirror. What else did you expect from a snobby frat house. Their egos were as big as the empire state building. 

You saw your body from behind, Colson’s arms unwrapping themselves from your lower waist, before turning you around, now wrapping them around your stomach. 

“Look at you... so fucking sexy,” he leaned down and nipped your ear. 

You hummed in response. You suddenly watched Colson’s expression turn sinister. 

“Hands and knees baby girl, face the mirror,” he commanded, and you complied immediately. “Such a good girl... so obedient.”

You watched in the mirror as he got behind you on his knees, his hands going straight to your ass, watching as his fingers glided across the skin. 

“I want you to look at me through the mirror. Watch me. Watch yourself.” he demanded, suddenly pushing in without warning, slamming into you again and again, giving you very little time to adjust. 

It hurt, but it hurt so good. 

His pants aroused you as he hammered into you. It was an entirely new, erotic experience to see his face while in position, his eyes on you the whole time as he slammed his hips over and over, the sound of slapping skin filling the room along with your moans and his grunts. 

“Fuck, you look so perfect like this.” he moaned out, your cunt clenching around him at his words. 

You looked at yourself and it was so incredibly hot, “Fuck, Cols-” you gasped right as he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. 

“Right there? Yeah?” he pounded harder against that singular spot over and over, abusing it as you let out loud sounds of pleasure. 

He loved hearing those noises spill from your lips as he pleasured you, I gave him a sense of pride. Only he could make you say those words, to make your voice go up in pitch and make you cum so hard you cried. 

Speaking of-

“Cols! Cols, m’gonna cum! Please please let me cum!” you pleaded, paying that he would let you cum this time, because sometimes (if he was feeling cruel) he would edge you, which you hated. 

“I think you deserve a reward for being such a good little cockslut...” he smirked, leaning down right next to your ear, the feeling of his breath giving you goosebumps, “Cum for me pretty girl,”

And with that you felt your eyes roll into the back of your head as your climax crashed over you like a wave, your body shaking as you tried to hold onto sanity, feeling Colson’s hips stutter, soon filling you up. 

All the while, you watched his face as he came, and you swore that you had never seen anything more beautiful in your whole life. 

“Holy shit...” he muttered, pulling out and watching as your mixed cum dripped down your thighs, and he almost passed out. 

After you two were cleaned up, you slipped your clothes back on. 

You walked downstairs, going to the front door and walking outside. 

“Race you back to my place?” he smirked. 

“You’re on.”

[yandere-society]

Hello Lovely admins!!! Can I request Yandere Jungkook and Jin reacting to you having a secret sex Snapchat account? Or like one where you send nudes and stuff? Love y’all !!!

Broadcast

author/admin: kimseokmomjins🥀

a/n: Poor attempt at smut (heavy petting, degradation), possessive behavior, slut shaming

It was the day of the big Overwatch League match: Seoul Dynasty versus Vancouver Titans. Jungkook wanted to catch the first half of the game during his lunch break, so he set up the live stream on his work laptop and kicked back. While most of the stream chat was a constant influx of Korean, there was one message in English that kept popping up: “I’llBeYourBaby: Lonely and wanna talk to a cute egirl? Visit my stream😘✨ You won’t regret it 🍑” Jungkook scoffed at the plea for attention. The spiteful, cruel side of him felt the need to bully I’llBeYourBaby for whoring herself out to strangers. How desperate for money could someone be that they’ll sell their body for perverts on the internet? And what a lonely, miserable life a man must have lived to resort to paying an e-girl for a morsel of attention to be thrown their way. The very notion of internet prostitution, and sex work in general, was disgusting in Jungkook’s mind. But his conservative ways are exactly why he adored you.

You were the perfect girlfriend: responsible, considerate, loyal and sweet. You were committed to your job of tutoring English online, you were quick-witted, funny, and also enjoyed gaming just as much as he did.  In Jungkook’s eyes, you truly were the love of his life, and he was practically ready to drop down on one knee.

Out of pure spite, Jungkook clicked on the username, entering the live stream at the top of the profile. With a twisted sense of justice, Jungkook was ready to spew vitriol at the female streamer to further his agenda, but immediately, it felt like a cold bucket of water had been dumped over him. Jungkook expected the stream to be hosted by some busty, bimbo whose breasts spilled over her tank top while she played like shit in League. He expected some overly-flirtatious, inauthentic wannabe that was trying to make a quick buck from neckbeards. He expected anyone— everyone— except for you.

Unlike the risque, hypersexualized woman he had envisioned before, Jungkook saw that you were dressed somewhat modestly, wearing a simple white turtleneck, blush pink skirt and white knee-high socks. You weren’t flaunting your breasts or purposefully exuding sex appeal. Instead, you looked adorable as you fiddled with your purple galaxy Nintendo DS.

“Welcome, JustinSeagull! Thanks for joining my stream,” you greeted with a smile and wave. Jungkook found himself in a state of shock, unable to comprehend the predicament he’d just found you in. It certainly wasn’t a popular stream, but judging by the measly 16 viewers you were interacting with, Jungkook surmised that you were quite familiar with them.

knjkoya: baby, tell me why you’re so fine

jiiiiiimin: 😍😍😍😍

jiiiiiimin: step on me pls

Giggling, you addressed your viewers comments. “I would step on you, but Animal Crossing is so fuuuun,” you whined with a tiny, playful pout. “How was everyone’s day? Let me know below in the chat.”

HopeWrld: Thought about you all day 💚

CallMeJin: My day was fine, thanks for asking sweetheart. Are you enjoying animal crossing?

taetaebae: damn is it me or iss she acting mroe innocent than usual ??

You looked up from your DS to read the comments, giggling when you read the most recent ones. “Yes, I am enjoying myself, CallMeJin! Tom Nook is a huge jerk though, the interest rate on his loans are kind of bullshit,” you joked as you returned your attention to your device, uncrossing your legs slightly which gave your viewers a teasing glimpse of your underwear. Ones that Jungkook had gifted you for your 100 day anniversary.

As more comments rolled in, the filthier they became:

CallMeJin: Glad you’re having fun babygirl :)

knjkoya: i make 150k a year, i can pay off your loans any day if u just sit on my lap

D-Boy: im so fucking hard rn wtf

D-Boy: [COMMENT REMOVED BY MODERATOR]

Jungkook was in awe at the pure filth these degenerates were spilling. But most of all, he was upset at you— how could you demean yourself like this? How could you betray him? Jungkook pushed his sleeves up, ready to type a long-winded message defending your honor, a notification popped up on screen along with a gif of a cat pawing at the screen. Someone named HopeWrld had donated $100 to your stream.

“Oh! HopeWrld, thank you so much for the donation,” you chirped, “Since you helped me reach my goal, I’ll let you ask me one question, anything is fair game.” You winked at the camera, blowing a kissy face. Little by little, Jungkook’s perception of you was beginning to shatter, splintering into a thousand fragments. He thought back to all the times when you’d complain about receiving unsolicited dick pics, or reaffirm your idea that ‘men only think with their dicks.’ It was apparent Jungkook knew only of the side you wanted to show him, leaving him oblivious to the secrets you withheld from him— your very own boyfriend.

Despite the churning of his stomach, Jungkook remained firmly planted in his seat, unmoving, waiting to see how else you could disappoint him.

HopeWrld: Are you single?

Jungkook’s eyes burned holes into the computer monitor, anticipating your response. Since you were clearly lying to him, he assumed you’d do the same for your viewers. Perhaps you’d neglect to tell these scumbags that you had a boyfriend— one you’d been with for over two years, someone you shared a home with, no less. Jungkook’s tongue peeked out and wet his lips, the chapped skin craving any sort of moisture.

You sighed, folding the Nintendo DS in half and focusing your full attention at the camera. “Ah, interesting question.” Tucking your hands in your lap, you tilted your head slightly to the left, looking demure and shy. “I do have a boyfriend,” you admitted. Jungkook always found your mannerisms endearing, and even now, in the midst of his anger, he felt his heart beat erratically due to your telltale signs of nervousness: the twitch of your left eyebrow, the biting of your lip, the fiddling of your fingers.

“He doesn’t know I do this, though,” you quickly added. “It’s kind of my dirty little secret.”

D-Boy: Dirty little secret for a dirty little girl

taetaebae: i fuckin called it

taetaebae: @CallMeJin u still gonna act like a tryhard ?? lmao

knjkoya: i’ll give you $500 to break up with him, no kappa

Disregarding the comments, you continued to gush about Jungkook, although you didn’t explicitly mention his name. “But anyway, I’ve been with him for a few years now, and I love him so much. It would kill him if he ever found out about this.”

‘I love him so much’. Bullshit.

Jeon Jungkook knew everyone loved him, how could they not? Despite people likening him to James Dean or Adonis, Jungkook didn’t care much for his looks. He only cared about whether you found him attractive. The same could be said about any of his traits: his personality, his sense of humor, even the way he slept at night. The only love Jungkook cared about was yours. Your affection, your acceptance, your undivided attention.

Unlike him, though, you apparently craved the affections of other men— strangers from the internet who didn’t care about your generous soul and fragile heart. They only wanted to fuck you, discard you like trash until they found another shiny new toy.

Jungkook slammed his laptop shut, his mind clouded by fury, but still cognizant enough to formulate a plan. It was risky, but in the end it would ensure that you never consider straying from him again.

•·················•·················•

Your fingers deftly thumbed the buttons of the gaming device, controlling your Animal Crossing character as they collected seashells from the shore. Every now and then, you’d giggle, wink at the camera, read a comment or two, and then return to your game. It was easy money, and it also boosted your ego a bit. Jungkook, although being an attentive, caring boyfriend, whilst being a more than a generous lover, could be a bit suffocating at times. He dictated what you wore— more often than not, suggesting you wear couple outfits— carefully monitored your social media and even conducted background checks on all of your male family members.

Although it was twisted, you couldn’t help but feel validated at the small bits of attention you got through streaming. It was what kept you practically sane in your relationship with Jungkook, what ensured that you never snapped back at your boyfriend when he urged you to wear something less revealing, or when he scolded you for “flirting” with the older blind gentleman that lived in your apartment complex.

Humming contentedly, you delivered a package to a citizen named Purrl, only glancing up at your computer monitor to briefly acknowledge the chat, when you spotted Jungkook glaring at you from the doorway. Startling slightly, you hit Control + Tab and switched to Youtube, trying to look inconspicuous.

“H-Hi baby,” you greeted, smiled forced, yet still somewhat genuine. “You’re home early, I didn’t hear you arrive.” Jungkook clicked his tongue and pushed off the doorframe, stride confident and eyes set to kill. He responded vaguely, “Got out early.”

Jungkook approached you, his dominating presence settling over the back your white gaming chair. He feigned interest at your game at hand, “Well, what do we have here?” You glanced over your shoulder at your boyfriend, doing your best to keep your cool. “Ah, yeah, I’m playing Animal Crossing! Isn’t my character adorable?” You nudged the DS towards Jungkook who smiled politely— he knew that you knew that wasn’t what he was talking about, but Jungkook was certain that he could play the better liar.

He accepted the DS from your hands and inspected your character, before handing the electronic device back. “She looks just like you, Y/N. It’s cute.” You blushed, not because of his praise, but due to the embarrassment. Your livestream was still ongoing, meaning your viewers were seeing this entire awkward situation unfold, and you hoped to God that Jungkook didn’t notice the tiny green dot on your webcam. If he did, Jungkook would undeniably find a way to take away the only form of freedom you had to interact with the opposite sex.

“You know,” he mused, coiling a strand of hair around his index finger, “I also think it’s cute how you actually believe you can lie to me.” Your heart skipped a beat, and your breath hitched slightly as you tried to remain calm. You kept your concentration solely on Animal Crossing, trying to avoid your boyfriend’s scrutiny.  Jungkook leaned in closer until his face was level with yours. Peeking at him out of the corner of your eye, you noticed his focus was not on you, but rather on your computer monitor, right hand already poised on the mouse. The cursor dragged over to the leftmost tab and you sucked in a breath, an intense sense of impending doom coiling in your gut.

The screen changed to show a mirror image of yourself, alongside Jungkook, a devilish smirk tugging at his lips. Your secret had been exposed— and you knew it was only a matter of time, as keeping secret from Jungkook was a difficult task— but you hadn’t imagined it to happen this way. To be exposed on stream, by none other than your boyfriend.

You expected his fury, his disappointment— any sort of reaction, really— instead, feeling the tantric slither of his hand as it crept up your sternum.

“If you want to attention so badly, all you had to do was ask, babe,” Jungkook murmured into the shell of your ear, his body gracefully sliding itself under your thighs and repositioning you onto his lap. Tantalizingly slow, Jungkook’s fingers worked their way up the expanse of your chest until they nestled themselves over your breasts, his hands palming the clothed surface.

Although he was gentle, there was an underlying roughness to his touch. His fingers pinched the flesh of your breasts until it hurt, but would release a second later, only to alleviate the discomfort with soothing massages. Jungkook’s mouth rhythmically suckled pink bruises into the crook of your neck, eliciting a soft whimper. He smirked, satisfied that he was able to rile you up so easily. He lazily dragged his tongue up the column of your throat until his mouth rested right under your ear, leaving a sloppy trail of saliva in its wake.

His left hand relinquished control of one breast and acquainted itself with your inner thigh, his thumb toying with the elastic with featherlight touches. “You’re such a stupid little slut,” Jungkook purred, teeth nipping at your earlobe. “But at least you’re my little slut.” During all your moments of intimacy, Jungkook had never once bestowed upon you such a degrading name, as his kinks were more aligned towards praise rather than humiliation. But you surmised that his spiteful words were simply misplaced frustration.

How long had it been? Hours? Minutes? Seconds? It was impossible to tell, as you found yourself lost in the sensual motions, completely forgetting that, although you were in private, your stream was still live. You were only pulled out of your lust-induced haze when you heard the chime of your donation notification, reminding you that you had a small audience of onlookers. “Jungkook, the- the stream… I need to end the broadcast,” you weakly protested, trying to wriggle out from his grasp. Your boyfriend kept you firmly molded to him, his growing need nestled between the folds of your skirt.

“Let them watch,” Jungkook stated, brazenly making eye contact with the camera. “Since you clearly don’t mind the attention, why don’t we give them a run for their money?”

Your eyes widened, finding Jungkook’s shamelessness slightly erotic, but nevertheless feeling absolutely mortified at your compromising position. Comments were rolling in steadily, causing your heart to clench in self-loathing.

taetaebae: wtf wtf wtf

taetaebae: this shit is fuckin wilfd lmfao 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

D-Boy: what a hoe

HopeWrld: what is even happening

D-Boy: at least shes hot tho

“Kookie, baby please,” you pleaded, grabbing onto the one arm that fondled your breast, feeling the sinew of his muscles ripple under your fingertips. “I’m guh-gonna get banned if you k-keep- keep doing this.” Jungkook ignored your weak-willed objections and continued to torment you by sliding his finger into your slick heat. A moan was coaxed from your throat, the shiver from his sudden entrance causing you to lean into further into Jungkook’s chest.

knjkoya: Lucky bastard

CallMeJin: After all the money I’ve sent you?? At the very least, you could have just pretended to be a good girl, I’llBeYourBaby. Unsubscribing. Pokimane is hotter anyway.

Your cheeks flushed in embarrassment at the visual in front of you: Jungkook’s right hand splayed across your chest, while his left hand sinful touches under the ruffles of your skirt— which was, thankfully, hidden low enough to not be captured on the stream— whilst his mouth worked in tandem, leaving your neck littered in splotches of pink, red and lilac. You looked like a mess, but felt completely invigorated.

But still, despite your body being pulled into euphoria, your mind was plagued with negative thoughts. These viewers, your followers, were one of the last few sources of entertainment left, and if the broadcast was reported then your IP would be banned permanently, which meant no more streaming, no more fun, no more freedom.

Pulling away from Jungkook’s lips, you attempted to stand your ground, craning your neck to face him. “Jungkook, please don’t do this while I’m live. Let me sign out and I’ll take care of you.” Your boyfriend’s eyes settled on your bite-swollen lips and the way your heavy-lidded eyes betrayed your protests to stop. He should get what he wants while respecting your autonomy, but the selfish, vile side within him screamed to punish, punish, punish.

Jungkook gently brought his lips to yours, giving you a tender, chaste kiss, lulling you into a false sense of security. You smiled shyly, a tinge of pink dusting your cheeks and Jungkook returned the gesture with one of his toothy grins. Ever so carefully, Jungkook raised his hips and pulled out something hard, firm, from his rear pocket— a thick bundle of crisp, $100 bills, totaling close to three grand.  

As soon as your guard had been let down, he shoved the stack into your mouth, effectively gagging you. His other hand clamped down on your wrists, preventing them from reaching the mouse or keyboard. “You want these loser scumbags to pay you while you act like their cute, sweet gamer girlfriend? How about cold, hard cash? Will that keep you satisfied, princess?”

Jungkook eyed the chatroom, his attention catching on a particular message that, if it could even be possible, made dick harden even more.

jiiiiiimin: you should just let us watch you fuck her

With a scoff and cocky grin, Jungkook tilted his head mockingly. “Like hell I will. Go get your dicks hard to someone who’s not taken.” And with that, Jungkook pushed off the chair, pinning you into the desk on your stomach, whilst his other hand palmed the flesh of your bottom, a telltale sign that a rather lengthy spanking would be coming your way. The sheer force of your readjustment onto the desk had sent the computer monitor and webcam tumbling off the desk, landing in a shattered mess on the floor, pieces of plexiglass and plastic littered everywhere.

You made a mental note: be sure to buy a new monitor after Jungkook’s punishment, and make sure the next one is shatter-proof.

[boydsfm]

❛ ✶ ( ALEX WOLFF , CIS MALE , HE/HIM )  —  did you see LUCAS BOYD walking around campus earlier ? i hear a lot of people talking about the NINETEEN year old SOPHOMORE . from what i know , they are studying COMPUTER SCIENCE and are a part of PHI KAPPA DELTA . they come across as + KIND-HEARTED but also - TIMID , which makes since because on their instagram ( LUCAS.V.BOYD ) it says they are a VIRGO . when i see them , i think of A DESK COVERED IN EMPTY COFFEE MUGS, DANDELIONS GROWING THROUGH THE SIDEWALK, THE UGLIEST GODDAMN SWEATERS YOU’VE EVER SEEN. the most interesting thing i’ve heard about them though , is the fact that REDACTED  , but don’t tell anyone i told you that . ooc info . ally . 22 . est . she/her .

hello hello hellooooooooooooooo. i’m ally, i’m from canada, and i’m addicted to tik tok i’m so excited to be here!! this has been an opportunity to bring back an old and beloved muse of mine, one lucas victor boyd ! if you like this, i’ll hyu on discord, or you can hmu at known simp harry hook#3923. 

statistics.

full name. lucas victor boyd  nickname(s). just lucas. not luke or lou, just lucas.  occupation. undergraduate student, beaumont campus tech support  age. nineteen. date of birth. september 2nd, 2001.  nationality. american. ethnicity. ashkenazi jewish, scottish. orientation. gay. gender & pronouns. cis male; he/him/his.

height. 6′0”. weight. 145 lbs. eye color. hazel. hair color + style. dark brown; usually messy and curly. he gets it cut short at the beginning of the semester and then by the end its a mop. really doesn’t style it.   dominant hand. right-handed. distinguishing features. distinctive nose, lanky figure, messy curls, undereye bags, that cute li’l mole. 

background. (tw alcoholism, death of a parent) 

SO. lucas was born in portland, maine, to a pretty lower middle class family. his father left when he was two years old, and he was largely raised by his mother, florence weber. 

florence was a hardworking and loving mother, but she was also quite depressed her entire life. she was a recovered alcoholic when she met judas, lucas’s father, but once he left, she slowly slid back into her old habits. 

by the time lucas was eight, he was having to start to pick up some household responsibilities. cooking, cleaning, packing his own lunch. waking his mom up in time for her shifts at target. 

by the time he was in middle school, he’d learned how to forge her signature on cheques, he’d applied for unemployment for her after she got fired, and he was taking any odd job to make money. 

school was his favorite distraction; he was always a brilliant kid, and if it weren’t for the fact he was already a terribly shy and awkward kid, he could have skipped a couple grades. he threw himself into schoolwork to avoid everything; his mother’s worsening condition, his crippling loneliness, his fear that he might be as gay as every one of his bullies insisted. 

this was, also, around when he picked up his most lucrative but troublesome odd job; hacking into the school board network to get test answers. he could get fifty dollars per person per test, and he was able to buy groceries besides beans and rice, was able to buy new clothes for himself and his mom. he felt awful about it every day, but... he still did it.

(death tw) at sixteen, when he found his mom motionless and cold on the floor of their apartment, he buried himself in his work, too. he couldn’t help but feel guilty, though; it was his work, his taking care of everything that had allowed his mom to keep her addiction up for this long.

so, yeah. there’s a very good reason why he doesn’t go back to portland anymore. he spent last summer in cambridge. well, that and his Secret. 

since the beginning of his freshman year, lucas has had something of a glow-up. he signed up for the school’s counselling services before he even got to campus, and he’s been making great strides. 

additionally, he pledged phi kappa delta, which... he never saw himself pledging a frat, ever in his life. but all the guys there were so... cool. and so supportive and nice and... and they’re like the brothers lucas never had. having that little family has helped him gain that much more confidence in himself. 

personality. 

if there was an onion headline for lucas’s life it would be Nervous Wreck Slowly Becomes a Functional Human Being.

very virgo, very type a. but also a pisces moon cancer rising. so he needs everything to be in alphabetical order or he’ll cry.

ever since he’s started college, he’s transitioned from being As Plain As Possible to being more outwardly soft as he’s gained confidence in himself. he wears the dorky sweaters and neat socks he likes, he has a small collection of plants on his desk, he knits scarves for his friends. big hufflepuff energy. again, this comfort largely comes from the acceptance he’s found at phi kappa delta.

slowly getting over his Big Anxiety. slowly learning how to talk to people. still awkward at parties. still has panic attacks every day during exam season. but he adores his therapist and takes his zoloft every day and he’s… he’s doing alright.

there are things he is sure of. his intelligence, his diligence, his ability to get shit done. he’s recently mastered asking fellow customers to please be kind to servicepeople.

still he’s that guy who doesn’t want to tell the waiter they got his order wrong.

he’s literally highkey fucking brilliant. he’s literally at the top of his class in one of the most difficult programs at one of the most difficult universities in the country. 

a chronic people pleaser up until the point that it breaks his moral code. like if you want him to help you cheat or help you toy with someone he will put his foot down. he’ll do it very softly, but he won’t budge.

(though he is known to do mathematics and computer science homework for his friends when they’re overtired. he’s always the one to offer in that case, though.)

the rare gay who is extremely capable in math. legit he gets so excited about math it’s actually really cute.

theres a part of him that still believes in magic, to some capacity. he still wishes on shooting stars and pennies on the ground and dandelions. 

his greatest strength and fatal flaw is that he sees the best in people. even if he knows you tried to hurt him, he will give chance after chance.

(but he works in tech support rn So. he’s slowly losing his belief in humanity.) 

in conclusion, here are some tik toks that describe lucas 

him in kindergarten

he can’t write i’m so sorry

 just.... the Vibes 

wanted connections. 

skinny love. lucas is extremely shy, especially in romantic situations. he cannot flirt to save his goddamned life. he also probably thinks this person is out of his league. (honestly i want a romantic plot for him so bad gimME) 

close friends. GIVE HIM FRIENDS FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD he’s such a good friend he just wants to love people.

lawyer for real life. based off this john mulaney bit. someone who reminds lucas that someone is mistreating him.

lab partner. idk man i just like that easy camaraderie. or maybe they make lucas do all the work in which case he will eventually snap.

tutoree. someone that lucas basically helps out of the good of his heart.

bad influence. someone get this boy TURNT

manipulator. lucas does have a bit of a backbone, but he is incredibly naive and very easily manipulated. basically he will do your stats assignments for you if you say he’s your friend.

academic rival. lucas is not typically an antagonistic person, but having someone be so obviously smarter than him grinds his gears a little bit. his mood when talking to this person is :))))))))))

literally anything pls i’m desperate and he’s baby

[damndaehyung]

Daniel Choi College Au Part One.

Mentions : Tyler Lee, Sungjae Lee References : Minah, Gabe, Jane, M

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Ever since coming to this hellhole called University, Daniel had his fair share of odd days but none quite as weird as this morning had been. The day kicked off rather badly, him having to wake up at the ungodly hour of seven am in the morning because his art history professor is an asshole and thought having early classes was a good way to weed out people who weren’t taking the class seriously. It was made better by a phone call from Emily telling him that she would be visiting next weekend for some sort of welcome early admission event but ruined when M called telling him that Sungjae would be filling in for M because he came down with the flu. From there the day continued to spiral into not necessarily in a bad way but more of strange way. For whatever reason, the sorority girls who usually sat at the front of the lecture hall had decided to sit around Daniel asking him his opinion on all things from what he thought of their lecturer to how to give good head – at that point Daniel had never been more grateful to see their professor in his life. One girl had even managed to corner him after class to ask if he would help her talk to some guy named Gabe at tonight’s party. Daniel had agreed only to shut up, he wasn’t going to a party tonight and he had no idea who the hell Gabe was anyway.

Daniel was happy to spend a few hours in the dorm he shared with his cousin Jessica and his rival/friend Joshua. It was a little unconventional, at first it was just him and Joshua but after Jessica got kicked out of her sorority last semester, the university wasn’t exactly happy about but they Daniel was related to Jessica and Joshua was well Joshua, so they university let it be. Plus, they were rather relaxed when it came to dorms, with majority of the student body having their own houses and apartments or living in sorority or fraternity house. Daniel had considered getting an apartment when he first started at college but decided against it assuming he wouldn’t last that long – he even surprised himself. Maybe next year he’d get an apartment for him and Emily, maybe Jessica as well since she wasn’t a complete awful roommate. Joshua could afford his own apartment, maybe they could be neighbours.

“You got a present,” Jessica said from her bed as soon as Daniel walked in. Her friend “Aria” was sat beside her, the pair looked like they were studying but Daniel had walked into them making one too many times for him to believe that is all they are doing. Though he would think Joshua’s presence might stop it since he was sitting on the floor playing on his Nintendo switch, then again Joshua was a kinky shit who would totally watch so who really knows.  “That came for you,” Jessica said nodding towards a box that sat on his desk.

“Yes, it came with this,” Aria said pulling a letter out from under her shirt, “Sorry about that it is just those two wanted to read it as soon as it came and I was like no its for Daniel,” she explained with a sheepish smile. Daniel grabbed the letter wincing at how warm it was and opened it, eyes briefly reading over to see it was from Tyler.

“Is it from Tyler Lee?” Jessica asked smirking, “Because according to my entire design class you two are fucking like rabbits,” she said with a shit-eating grin.

From the floor, Joshua scoffed, “Daniel no we are above those Neanderthals,” he said putting his game down.

“From what I heard Daniel prefers to be underneath the King prat himself,” Jessica said far too amused with the situation for Daniel’s liking. “Apparently Tyler owns that ass now,” she said slapping Daniel’s ass as he walked towards his desk.

“I may have hooked up him once or twice let’s not get ahead of himself,” He shrugged, that was a lie at this point their little meets up happened frequently enough for Daniel to stop counting. “And who even told you that?” Owned my ass pfft he wishes,” he muttered scrunching his face up.

“Everyone girl and a few boys in my design class was talking about it, apparently, he has put some big claim on you,” she laughed. Daniel rolled his eyes wondering what Tyler was playing at and why anyone cared about what he had to say – the guy was an idiot, a very attractive idiot with an amazing stroke game but an idiot none the less.

 “What did the letter say?” Aria said sounding innocent in comparison to her ‘friend’. Daniel had momentarily forgotten about the letter, on further inspection, it was an invite to some party tonight followed by a very descriptive plan of what Tyler wanted to do to him tonight.

“It’s just an invitation to some party,” Daniel answered leaving out the rest. He did not need Sica or Josh hearing that. None the less both of them had different reaction’s Jessica feel back on her bed laughing her ass off while Joshua looked like he was going to pop a vein. Ignoring them Daniel moved to the box, opening it to see several other packages inside, each box seemingly having instructions on it.  Daniel snorted pulling the largest one out, the note just read wear tonight, Daniel opened it raising an eyebrow as he pulled out what looked like something people would wear in ancient Rome. “What the fuck,”

“It’s for his frats annual Toga party,” Jessica said looking over. “At least it looks expensive- you should have seen what one of the other frats Toga party was like, people were wearing bedsheets-“she shuddered dramatically.  “Though Kappa Alpha whatever Lee’s frat is called is known for going all out so –“ she shrugged, getting up and curiously picking up two of the other boxes before Daniel could stop her, with a  laugh she tossed one to Aria, “Agent Provocateur and La Perla –“ she said through a fit of giggles.

“At least he is buying you the good stuff and not Victoria’s Secrets or something like that,” Aria said, trying to hide her own giggles.

“Oh just so you know you are also meant to wear one of these tonight,” she said holding a note up and handing him back the box she was holding. Daniel flushed grabbing the box and throwing it onto his bed. “Maybe I should get a frat daddy as well,” she said with a snort. “I want nice lingerie as well,” she pouted.  Daniel decided to save the rest of the boxes for later, especially since one of the notes said this one is a bit more true to size – he had an inkling of what that would be and was not opening that in front of Jessica and Joshua.

“Daniel, I say this as a friend don’t get involved with him,” Joshua said, “It will only lead to heartbreak and you’ve only just got over that other guy – Stephen or whatever,” he said, “Frat boys are assholes, he is probably using for some sort of dare, like trick the pretty little gay kid into think there is something and embarrass him in front of everyone,” Joshua said.

“Or you are projecting and these two are just having some fun,” Jessica said with a roll of her eyes, “And stop acting like a saint, you are just as bad as those guys, even worse because you trick boys and girls into thinking that you are nice and then rip their heart to pieces,” she said with an eye roll.

“And Daniel’s a very pretty guy,” Aria added, “just saying,” she said when the attention turned to her. “And regardless what Daniel does is none of our business, it is especially not mine so I am just going to shut up now,” she said looking down cheeks tinged a lovely pink shade.

“I agree with Aria, I am very pretty and it’s none of your business,” Daniel spoke, “But I know you two,” he said pointing to Joshua and Jessica, “And if I stay here I will never hear the end of it, so I will see you after I finish my shift at the café,” he said rolling his eyes walking back towards the door shaking his head. God help Tyler Lee if shows up at the café.

“Your shift doesn’t start for another hour,” Sungjae said to Daniel as he stepped into the cafe. Daniel pulled a face as he walked behind the counter, grabbing a bottle of water out the café’s fridge.

“I know that which is why I am going to sit in the storage room for an hour –“ Daniel said with a roll of his eyes, “I think we should get a do not disturb sign for it by the way, yesterday I walked in on M and his girlfriend which reminds me you should probably get your girlfriend to tell her friend M is sick,” he said.

“And last week I walked in on you and Tyler doing more than just making out so –“Sungjae pointed out. Daniel’s eyes narrowed at the shorter boy; how dare he bring up one of Daniel’s increasingly frequent moments of weakness. “I had to bleach my eyes, Daniel,” Sungjae said seriously.

“Thus, the do not disturb sign and really what did you think was happening? We are both pretty vocal,” Daniel said scrunching his nose up. “Anyway, I am hiding in the storage room until my shift actually starts – “

“Or you could stay and talk to your boyfriend who just walked in and is making his way over here,” Sungjae suggested. Daniel was about to ask what boyfriend before he put two together – Tyler. Daniel wondered how many times Sungjae would betray him in this lifetime. “I’ll leave you two to it shall I, just – if you , you know - I don’t know put a sock on the door handle or something,” Sungjae said his ears turning red, once upon a time Daniel would have given anything to see Sungjae blush but right now Daniel scoffed in annoyance, how dare he insinuate that Daniel couldn’t control himself for five minutes around Tyler. “Enjoy,” he muttered walking back to the counter.

Daniel gave himself an internal peep talk, he could handle this without losing it, he could do it. Twirling around he came face to face with the person who had disrupted his whole day somehow. “I am not actually working so I can’t take your order,” he said raising an eyebrow as the other boy just grinned at him. Why did he have to have a nice smile and those god damn arms?  

“So, you are on a break then?” Tyler asked, his eyes flickering to the storage room then back to Daniel, a stupid smirk making its way onto his face.

“No,” Daniel snapped, “I mean my shift hasn’t started I actually just wanted an iced latte because I was going to … study , you know hit the books and all,” he said with as much enthusiasm as one could muster  while talking about study. He honestly thought his excuse was pretty believable, Tyler had no idea how seriously Daniel took his studies – they didn’t really have many intellectual discussions most of the of their conversations revolved around them arguing or very heated words.

“Oh is that so, so what are you studying because I don’t see any books or your computer… do you even have your phone with you?” he asked mockingly looking behind Daniel to see if was hiding anything.

“I am an art student, I am studying people, you know trying to find someone to draw – maybe naked who knows,” he shrugged nonchalantly. In a split second, he realized his mistake because Tyler’s eyes darkened.

“And you think you would find the person here,” Tyler asked cocking an eyebrow, jaw clenching as he looked around the shop at the customers. “You are really going to draw one of them? Like any could even come close to what you’ve already had the pleasure of seeing,” he smirked.

“Look what are you here for?” Daniel decided, “Because the line is going to get super long because Sungjae’s girlfriend is here and he gets distracted easily,” Sungjae spoke a tinge bitterness lacing his tone. He momentarily forgetting that said girlfriend was Tyler’s ex and part of the reason the pair were doing whatever the hell they were. “Sorry I forgot –“

“Don’t worry about it and I was looking for you sweetheart, how about I go get you that iced latte and then you can draw me instead while we talk,” he said pulling out his credit card. “Do you have a size preference?” he asked, “Oh wait no I remember,” he smirked to himself. Daniel blinked was this guy seriously making innuendo’s out of coffee cups.

“No how about we just skip to the part where you actually tell me what you want,” Daniel suggested, mostly because people were actually beginning to watch them and also a little bit because he didn’t want Tyler wasting his money on an iced latte Daniel didn’t even actually want.

Tyler's face fell the briefest of seconds before going back to the ever-confident boy he usually is. “Fine, did you get my gifts?” he asked shifting on his feet slightly. If Daniel didn’t know better, he would think he was actually nervous.

“Yes, and I am mostly confused,” Daniel said nose scrunching up, silently praying that curiosity hadn’t gotten the better of his cousin and Joshua.

“I labelled them for you, what is there to be confused about?” he grinned, “I know your blonde and all but come on,” he said cheekily. “Or did I go too hard on you last time,” he asked raising an eyebrow. “I know I am good but damn,” he winked.

“You are –“Daniel said throwing his hands up in frustration, “Firstly if anyone got fucked stupid it is you, we both know I could make you a moaning mess in minutes,” he said making a blow job gesture with his mouth. “And two why would I go to a frat party? Have you ever seen me at one of those parties and what the hell is a Gabe? and why did some girl make me promise to help her?”

Tyler tilted his head to the side before laughing. “Okay,I am going to ignore that last part because it’s not important trust me love you don’t have to help anyone out, to the first part you are so good baby like,” he said with a chefs kiss, “but you ain’t doing no fucking,” he said boastfully. Daniel glared at him, he could always sneak behind the counter and grab that blender, surely that would hurt him. “And two because I invited you but you are right,” he said with a heavy sigh, “I should have figured out that you wouldn’t be able to handle one of our parties..” he said with a whistle.

“Can’t handle one of your parties?” Daniel repeated in undignified rage. “How did you come to that conclusion?”

“Well as much as I like that M guy, your friends are kinda –“ he shrugged, “And that’s cool some people just can’t hang, you should stay home and ….what is it you do?” he asked.

“I can totally ‘hang’ you arrogant little –“

“Little isn’t the the word you were using last night - “ Tyler interrupted.

“I wasn’t even with you,” Daniel ranted, “Oh for god sakes I will come to your stupid party and wear the god damn toga and –“

“And the panties, preferable the red – and that’s great, I can’t wait to see you,” Tyler said stopping Daniel mid-sentence. “I’ll see you tonight,” he said twirling around on his feet, “And look if you need some pictures for your art just message me okay,” he said with a wink.

Daniel still reeling trying to figure out what exactly just happened stood there dumbfounded. Daniel growled stomping his foot. Why did he have to deal with this? Why?

[sparklyjojos]

CARNIVAL EVE recap

Or: way too many characters to remember, Ryusui sending people weird stories YET AGAIN, an ominous prophecy, and horses and deers and cats, oh my!

[This is a sequel to Cosmic and Joker, please check these out first if you haven’t]

[tw: mentioned suicide]

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This book is more of an introduction to Carnival than its own thing (although Seriyoin claims in the author’s note that it’s a separate whole, so YMMV). It’s set in August 1996 – 2,5 years after the Locked Room Lord case – and so we have to catch up on what the characters have been up to.

Because of the sheer amount of old and new characters, I’m doing what Seiryoin does and bolding names that you Really Should Remember For Later.

THE ‘CATCHING UP WITH CHARACTERS’ PART:

Hikimiya Yuuya, the statistics expert of JDC, is going through a rough patch. He’s so concerned with the vague Internet rumour about the worldwide “Crime Olympics” coming soon that his work performance suffered and landed him back in the Second Group of JDC. Cue imposter syndrome. Hikimiya is also afraid that were the worldwide crime event to really occur, his sweetheart Ryuuguu Otohime (the older sister of Ryuuguu Jounosuke) would have trouble surviving because of her disability. Right now Hikimiya’s leaving for France, where he will assist / learn under one of the seven S-rank detectives in the world, nicknamed Deus Ex Machina.

Yaiba Somahito, the leader of JDC's First Group, recently had to be hospitalized after he’d collapsed from stress. He’s worried that the stress brought on by the Crime Olympics -- will they occur -- could finally trigger his (still unclarified) hereditary psychiatric disorder. In the hospital he befriends a young boy, Amano, who with his prematurely white hair looks a lot like Yaiba’s brother Amato (who committed suicide years ago because of the aforementioned hereditary disorder). Amano was given only a few months to live.

While Yaiba’s hospitalized, Kirika Mai takes over his duty as the First Group’s leader. While people seem to like her in this position, she considers herself a temporary replacement. Since the last time we saw her she cut her hair short and has started dating a forensics expert Hazama [who showed up briefly in Joker]. She’s still confused about whether or not she has/had A Thing for Juku or was it just deep respect or what, and she certainly feels a pang of jealousy whenever she thinks about him surrounded by other people but not her.

Kirika mentions getting an author manuscript of a book describing the Locked Room Lord case. Every detective concerned gets a copy so they can approve the scenes they show up in. The book is written by a mysterious writer using the nickname Seiryoin Ryusui and is called Cosmic. It seems Seiryoin is already working on another book, Joker, this one about the Geneijo case. [WE META NOW, WE META HARD]

Tsukumo Nemu is there, but doesn’t really do anything in this book. Aside from instilling JDC representative Ajiro Souji’s “stupid parental feelings” and indirectly making him remember his dead son Souya, that is. [Have I ever mentioned that my favourite JDC AU is the one in which Ajiro inexplicably becomes the dad to Juku, Nemu, and the Ryuuguu siblings in addition to his own son? Just the 30-something Ajiro and a bunch of quirky genius kids he’s dadding over. Perfect.]

Amagi Hyouma is distraught after his work partner Yakuma Suzume was arrested for drug possession. Yakuma was a JDC detective whose reasoning ability was at its height when he subjected himself to risky activities like bungee jumping. Adrenaline and all. Nicknamed “Akuma”, or demon.

Later Hyouma is entrusted by Ajiro to take a bottle of alcohol to Yaiba as a get-well-soon gift, but predictably drinks it all right there in JDC’s lobby – his own meta-reasoning method relies on him getting drunk and, well, it didn't have the best influence on his life. Hyouma thinks a lot about his mysterious past: he can’t remember his parents, and all that his early childhood left him are vague memories of a terrifying fire and burn marks he usually hides under his bandana. He still dearly remembers his dead girlfriend Takabe Yuu (the one who died in Cosmic) and always wears a locket with her picture.

Later in the hospital Hyouma spends some time playing UNO with a fairly new detective Suzukaze Unomaru. Unomaru talks and dresses like a samurai completely with a wooden sword strapped to his back. His reasoning power increases when he’s playing card games (any and all, though UNO is his favorite), and in fact he got hospitalized because he’d somehow fucked up his hands due to too intense card game playing.

Later Hyouma is given a lift back to JDC by Kasumi Fuyuka (whose D-name, that is her “detective nickname”, is Fuyuu Kasumi), who’s similar in looks to Kirika and reasons better while she’s sleeping. (I'm starting to think they just pick someone's characteristic at random and call it a reasoning method.). The two were an item once, but nowadays Kasumi is more into someone else.

That someone else is Christmas Mizuno, a girly young man wearing all red except for the white shirt. People often call him Joya (“New Year’s Eve”) as he was born on 31st December. He’s the younger brother of the late meta-detective Pyramid Mizuno (who was ironically the one born on Christmas), and has a baby sister simply called JDC (born on the anniversary of the establishment of JDC). He was once Ajiro Souya’s friend in school, and sort of became a detective inspired by him. As of recently, Christmas became Ryuuguu Jounosuke’s assistant. His reasoning, sometimes called “anti-reasoning”, is kinda… searching for the truth via randomly wandering around or rambling to eventually stumble into the right thing. It doesn’t help that he has zero sense of direction. He’s trying his best, but can clearly see the barrier of talent between him and the big name detectives. Really wants a stuffed Catbus.

Ryuuguu Jounosuke hasn't changed much – still wears the same black clothes everyday, loves word plays, has autistic traits out the wazoo, is as aroace as they come (yay!), and is affectionately known as “JDC’s greatest weirdo”, or sometimes “the black-wearing Joker” because of his cheerful disposition. He’s horrible around machines and WILL break your laptop or phone if you let him as much as touch it, which is in a way really impressive. Ryuuguu lately feels exasperated because of one of JDC’s new detectives…

... Somedaring Amagoi [or Same Darling Amagoi? It's romanized differently on the cover and in the annex]. She's pretty much the teenage female version of Ryuuguu (that is, a walking pun hell), except she dresses like a shrine maiden. Her D-name is Amagoi Samidaare? (yes, with the question mark), but most people call her Ittai-chan because of how often she says “ittai” (“what the hell”). She considers Ryuuguu her teacher and constantly challenges him to riddle battles. Even Ryuuguu is a little done with it at this point.

On the day most of Carnival Eve is happening, Ryuuguu is giving a welcome to a new detective who has recently passed the hellishly difficult JDC entry exam. It’s Hoshino Tae, the very same person that survived the Geneijo case. Tae accepts a D-name that Ryuuguu created for her: Fuumonji Jouka, which honors the memory of Tae’s brother known under his pen name of Fuumonji Kousei.

Another future detective is Yuiga Dokuson. For now we’re just told that he was Hyouma’s school friend. Emphasis on “was”. Dokuson is a self-proclaimed narcissist (his reasoning method apparently relying on that) who claims to be thousands of years old, and rumour has it that he once drove a man to suicide simply by talking to him. If Tsukumo Juku’s beauty could be described as godly, Dokuson’s unusual good looks (fortunately not to the point of making others faint) feel like the demonic equivalent. Hyouma doesn’t have the highest opinion of the guy, and is pretty pissed off that Ajiro let the dude come anywhere near JDC.

As for other JDC detectives we haven’t met yet, there are two we need to mention:

Ushiwaka Gigolo (that’s her D-name, not real name) usually dresses in traditionally male clothing, and while she may seem brash and bold at first sight, she’s actually very amiable. Her reasoning abilities rise whenever she falls head over heels for someone, but as soon as the case at hand is solved the feelings for the partner fizzle out completely, which understandably leads to Problems. While she feels attraction to any gender, it seems she likes other ladies the most. It’s mentioned that a lot of female JDC employees certainly like her a lot. Think of that what you will. [...I don’t think I have to point out that having your bi/pan character be the one who’s defined by changing partners like socks is uhhhh not good.]

Kakuusan Kanke (this D-name being a pun on a relationship triangle) is a talkative woman with round glasses and okappa hair which gave her a nickname “Kappa”. Her reasoning ability soars whenever she’s jealous about something (a relationship, talent, fame…). Before JDC she worked as a DJ. She’s also an amateur hypnotist, weirdly enough. Kakuusan and Ushiwaka worked in a trio with another female detective, who unfortunately was murdered fairly recently.

While we’re looking at JDC, we should mention that Ajiro Souji’s usual secretary Hanto Maimu had to recently take maternity leave. (She already named her yet unborn kid Hanto Kuraimu. 'Crime Hunt'. That’s metal.) The new secretary is Mito Muramasa, a young office worker guy with low levels of self-confidence who’s fairly anxious all the time, described as evoking maternal instincts in everyone, and who basically isn’t sure how to adult properly and feels completely out of place. Relatable.

For reasons that will only come into play much, much later, we also have to mention one of JDC’s security guards called Nakamoto Hiroya, whose secret dream is to become a writer.

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As for the God of Detectives Tsukumo Juku, he’s taken a paid leave -- which he never does, mind you -- to return to Shunkashuutou, the Tsukumo family’s residence in Shimane Prefecture. He invited two people along.

One is Tousen Yomiko, a private detective specializing in criminal psychology who was Juku's childhood friend and at one point in life his fiancée. Yomiko previously showed up in Cosmic helping others solve the Jackie the Ripper case. Just like Juku, Yomiko has the atmosphere of being an extremely loving and understanding person to the point that it kinda wraps around to feeling uncanny. Yomiko’s father Yomi was good friends with Juku’s father, and in fact was the one to built Shunkashuutou.

The other invited person is Inugami Yasha, now around 17-year-old private detective who helped JDC during Cosmic. Walking to Shunkashuutou, Yasha accidentally remembers that time he saw Juku’s eyes and faints (hfjsjkhf), and while he’s unconscious the black cat he brought along goes missing. The cat had been entrusted to Yasha by a randomly met dying man who introduced himself as Kanai Hidetaka, or Employee D who once worked in Geneijo. [Kanai Hidetaka is our world's Seiryoin's real name, btw.] The cat is called Kanaihidetaka ( Yasha says you’re not supposed to split that name, so I write it together). Apparently it’s connected to something called “the last case of humanity” that also has to do with a mysterious "Shinrui” (Yasha has no clue what it is, but thinks it should be written with the kanji meaning “God's tear”).

In a conversation with Yasha, Yomiko reveals that there’s something that even Juku still can’t solve -- he still can’t figure out the tricks to his father Saimon Ryuusui's “Miraculous Illusions”. The illusions in question were only ever shown once, and only to little Juku, before his father died during the Saimon Family Murder Case. The Miraculous Illusions were still unfinished at the time, but Juku thinks that if they were perfected, they could lead to some sort of an “ultimate trick”.

As for the missing cat, there’s a Shimane legend about people and animals being spirited away, so who knows if that didn’t happen to Kanaihidetaka too? But thankfully the cat is soon found by Juku, and everything's fine. (For now.)

THE ACTUAL PLOT (what little there is of it for now):

Hoshino Tae / Fuumonji Jouka brings to JDC a letter that Dakushoin Ryusui sent her a long time ago. It was sent on 26th October 1993… that is, during the Geneijo case. It contains another envelope and a curt note from Dakushoin asking the recipient not to open it until the date given (yesterday as of now). The envelope contains a short story consisting of 7 acts and called:

ANOTHER JOKER ---The Revised Detective Myth (But The Culprit Is The Same?)

[Note: Joker’s full title is Joker: Detective Myth As The Old Testament]

This short somewhat absurd story takes place in a building without an entrance or exit called Gensoukan (Phantom House? Phantom Mansion? Either way, it’s a clear riff off of Geneijo). Aside from the lead character – Ryuuguu Jounosuke – the story features only people who are already dead: Kirigirisu Tarou (apparently the owner of Gensoukan) with his wife Kano; Ajiro Souya; everyone else who died in Geneijo; as well as Kosugi the butler and his son, who both died during the Locked Room Lord case. (Incidentally, the kid’s name is now furigana’d as Katsutoshi and not Shouri like it was in Cosmic and Joker. This is never explained, but I’ll go with my Meta Instinct and assume this is an intentional change. None of the detectives reading the short story seems to notice the change. Oh, and the kid is reading a certain book called Joker. Meta intensifies.)

Another Joker’s Ryuuguu is quite confused about how he got into Gensoukan and why all the dead people he saw die in Geneijo are alive and acting like nothing happened, but he feels like he may as well go with the flow and solve the case. The victim is one Employee O, or Ousetsu Kan. The locked room he was in burned down. Witnesses heard the victim yell something like “dou, dou”. While everyone was running around and trying to break the door open, the victim must have tried to extinguish the fire by turning on water, but he was too late to save himself from burning down to a pile of bone fragments. (Ryuuguu realizes that a normal fire wouldn't be hot enough to leave only bones, but whatever, this is Gensoukan, it’s weird.) There seemed to be more bones left than just one man would have, though. The only other clue is a message carved into the floor that “the culprit is ZI”.

Murder aside, two animals held in Gensoukan's stable went missing: a man-eating horse called SIKA (“deer”) and a deer called UMA (“horse”).

Ryuuguu was apparently chosen to be in Gensoukan as Dakushoin's guest, whatever this means. Dakushoin helps the investigation by making a map of Gensoukan including everyone present's name and room location. This helps Ryuuguu eventually figure out the case and who 'the Joker' (the culprit) is. He gathers everyone in the recreation room to explain it, but the story ends just as he points and yells “You are the Joker!”

Attached to the story is a short bonanzagram (a riddle in which you substitute free spaces with letters) that prompts the reader of Another Joker to fill it in with the answers to the case.

–

The real Ryuuguu Jounosuke and Tae / Jouka solve the story's case incredibly quickly, but still have to help Christmas through his own stumbly reasoning.

The title having that But The Culprit Is The Same? part would seemingly point to whoever committed the Geneijo murders as the culprit of the story.

However, Christmas says that the person he suspects is not the culprit of Geneijo, but the Kosugi boy. [A statement which should give everyone who read Joker a long pause, but then again, Juku and Yaiba probably didn’t reveal the truth to anyone.] Ryuuguu and Jouka think the boy is just a red herring here.

Christmas’s next guess is the story’s rendition of Nijikawa Ryou. The map that Another Joker’s Dakushoin made has everyone’s pen name and real name. Everyone without a pen name has a note that “(Real Name Is The Same)”. However, Nijikawa Ryou has a slightly different note that “(Real Name = The Same)”, which can be read as him being called The Same, and since The Culprit Is The Same...

If a person was called 同じ, onaji (The Same), then the last name would be Ona and the first name would be Ji. Or maybe the last name would be Dou (same kanji, different reading) and the first name Ji. The syllable “ji” can be romanized as “zi”. And that’s why the victim yelled “Dou, Dou!” (the murderer’s last name!) and the dying message said that “the culprit is ZI”.

[I feel like this is a good time to remember Juku’s final observation in Joker about Dakushoin’s manuscript having a message that mina onaji, or “Everyone’s The Same”. I sense multiple meanings here.]

Since Story Nijikawa shared alibi with Story Miyama Kaoru (they were playing hanafuda in the recreation room), this means they were partners in crime, and maybe lovers. See, there’s apparently a proverb that “the one who interferes in love will die kicked by a horse”, so the two could symbolically use a horse as a murder weapon to deal with Ousetsu Kan, who threatened their relationship in some way.

Nijikawa planned to get the horse and the victim in the same room, scare the horse with fire and make it trample the victim. Things went awry and Nijikawa had to flee the now burning room. The victim locked the door in fear of Nijikawa returning and tried to extinguish the fire, but the unhinged horse ate him. The bones found at the scene belonged to the horse.

As for what happened to the deer, well, there’s this proverb that “the person who chases a deer does not see the mountain”. Yama, mountain, is also a term for a card deck. Like the hanafuda card deck Nijikawa and Miyama used. Hanafuda, which has a deer card in it. The deer called UMA was a card all along, and Nijikawa hid it inside a deck of cards in the recreation room.

[A somewhat absurd story, as I said.]

--

The filled-in bonanzagram looks something like this:

“KAN died. HANnin [culprit] ZI. UMA was brought into GORAKUshitsu [the recreation room]. DEKOI [the person used as a 'decoy' killer] was the KOSUGI boy.”

Ryuuguu and Jouka notice that there's a hidden message obtainable by making an anagram of all the filled-in letters. Poor Christmas Mizuno feels inadequate as he's not able to guess it as easily as these two did (and the reader will share his pain of being denied the knowledge of the message before the end of the book). Concerned about the message, Ryuuguu brings the story to Ajiro, who then arranges one-on-one meetings with each of the big name detectives to ask them what they personally think of it.

While this is happening, Ryuuguu thinks about a dream he had that night in which he talked to someone. He can’t actually remember anything else, but he has a vague feeling that the dream was important. What was it about...? 

–

[This chapter is called “The real short story: Cosmic Zero”]

Ryuuguu is in some empty space in which he can only hear Dakushoin's voice. Dakushoin talks about vague and weird things, about space-time curved into a Moebius strip in which the cases are recurring again and again, and the dead are coming back to live and repeating their deaths without noticing.

Ryuuguu asks about Another Joker and the manuscript from the Locked Room Lord case. Just how much does Dakushoin know if he was able to hint at future events in them? Dakushoin answers that since Ryuuguu will forget this conversation even happened (because it shouldn’t be happening in the first place), there's no harm in telling him some things.

A plan to exterminate all humanity is under way. It started back in 1979 with the Saimon Family Murder Case, one of the Four Great Tragedies. The other three are the Geneijo case, the Locked Room Lord case, and the future Twin Disappeareance case of 1999. The Crime Olympics are not included in the Four Great Tragedies, as it's a worldwide event that doesn't concern just Japan, and it's really just a preparation for the last Tragedy.

The Twin Disappearance case will be the last one. Then, on the night of the last day of the current century – 31st December 2000 – Tsukumo Juku will be murdered, and the human race will perish soon after.

All of the culprits of those giant cases – Shiroyasha, the Artist, the Locked Room Lord, Kamikakushi of the Twin Disappearance case, as well as the Billion Killer of the Crime Olympics – are nothing more than decoys. They are all controlled by a mysterious Tsukumo Jaki (九十九邪鬼), who will be the one to kill Juku. Tsukumo Jaki is apparently someone Ryuuguu knows – why, it's one of his fellow detectives!

Ryuuguu is upset, but Dakushoin points out that since he'll forget this anyway, and all is destined, there's no reason to care a lot about it now. The two have a conversation about language and writing, and Dakushoin hints at there being a root language that all others came from, and that Ryuuguu should look into it.

Finally they bid each other goodbye. Dakushoin says that he himself can only return to 'the beginning' and tread the same path over and over again, but Ryuuguu can now continue walking forward in new time.

[End of Cosmic Zero]

--

The hidden message is finally revealed:

KAN HAN ZI UMA GORAKU DEKOI KOSUGI --->

HANZAI GORIN SUGU KOKO DE KAIMAKU

“The Crime Olympics will be starting here soon.”

–

At exactly 1 PM on 10th August 1996, the Crime Olympics really do start.

With the JDC building -- and about 300 detectives inside it -- exploding.

And that's where Carnival Eve ends.

[To be continued in Carnival]

[choices-and-more]

A Night of Forbidden Lovemaking at the Hartfeld Library

Characters:

Taylor (M), Estela Montoya from Endless Summer with cameos from Emily, James Ashton, and Kaitlyn Liao from The Freshman/The Sophomore

It was close to five in the afternoon when Taylor, a student at Hartfeld University, was reviewing for two important examinations.  He was a bright and promising student.  While he was reading some notes, he was greeted by another student, a female.  Her name was Estela Montoya.  Unlike Taylor, she was a transfer student who arrived from San Trobida. She was mocked by the popular girls of the campus, especially from the well-known sorority Kappa Phi Sigma.  She met him while traveling to an island called La Huerta.  They are currently dating at the moment, and as of right now, Estela had just finished her assignments for the week, which means she is free to do as she pleases.

“Ummm, hey Taylor,” Estela was having difficulty composing herself normally as she was feeling a little uneasy and biting her lip.  “There’s something I want to do, but I’m not so good at it.”

“Well, you can tell me.  That’s what I’m here for.”

“Actually, Taylor, I want to go somewhere with you - just the two of us,” the last few words Estela whispered to him.  Taylor was not willing to postpone his study time, but he accepted Estela’s offer to go with her anyway.

“Well then, let’s go somewhere more private.”

Taylor was instructing Estela to go on ahead as he began wrapping up his homework.  She then quietly and casually strolled along the library halls until she came across an archived storage room.

Estela's heart was starting to beat heavily as she signaled Taylor to follow her to a hidden room located within the main storage room where old books are kept. Both were extremely careful not to attract unwanted attention from the students or the library staff, although it was already past six in the evening and most of the users were already leaving.

Upon entering the said room, they made their way to the innermost area where only a few books were kept.  The library shelves around this area are nearly empty.  Taylor was then curious, yet at the back of his mind, he already knew what Estela was planning.

“Why are we going here?”

“Because...”

Estela suddenly turned around and pressed her lips firmly to Taylor’s, and soon they ended up kissing.  Both embraced each other as they relished this moment to themselves.  Their hands were fondling with each other’s warm bodies - Estela was holding Taylor right at his nape, and Taylor was caressing Estela’s waist and thighs.

“Don’t you think someone might see us here?”

“Never cared for it.  Let them. All I want is you, Taylor,”  Estela whispered as she kissed him frantically over and over, her hips pressing against his.  She raised her left leg to allow Taylor to touch her around her joints. 

Bracing Estela before an empty shelf, Taylor kept planting kisses all over her, caressing and licking each other with their tongues.  Estela embraced her soulmate lovingly, never letting go.  Both of them were in a state of perpetual bliss.

“You really kept me waiting for too long.  Let’s do this.”

Just as they shared a passionate kiss, Estela gazed at her now unfastened and unzipped jeans.  Taylor discreetly unbuttoned her pants just as they were fondling each other.  He then kissed around Estela’s warm body, around her stomach, while pulling down her jeans around her thighs.  He then fondled his lips around her waist, then her pelvis, pulling down her sexy black underwear, and finally sucking her.

“Oh my god, Taylor...”

As the room was barely lit, that was an opportunity for them to make use of their time alone.  Estela clutched Taylor’s hair just as he was caressing her, using his mouth to play around her hot and wet sex orifices, thinking of nothing else but the pleasure he is giving her.  She was breathing heavily, but also moaning quietly.

“Don’t stop...please...”

After fondling her, Taylor finally raised himself up and kissed Estela.  She then pulled off his shirt, then unfastened the button of his pants, along with his brown boxer shorts and undergarments, thereby revealing his erect penile organ.  Taylor was just waiting for that very moment, as he pulled himself closer, finally having sex with her. Estela untied her right sneakers, took it off her, and pulled everything off from her right half – her sock, jeans, and underwear.

She then curled her bare right leg against Taylor’s thighs, reeling him in closer to her. She was still wearing most of her clothes, including her light blue hoodie jacket and her white tank top, but she was already half-naked below the belt. She was still wearing her left shoe, while her jeans and her underwear on her left side were at knee level.  She was pleasuring her boyfriend, who was already shirtless, his dark brown pants and underwear pulled down.  Their thoughts were focused consummating on only fulfilling their desire for each other together.  Now they have unlocked their yearning and more.

“Estela, I’ve dreamed of this for a very long time.”

“So do I, Taylor...so do I.  I just couldn’t stop thinking about you.  I want you deep inside me.”

Taylor’s erect organ was gradually coated with a moist, natural lubricating fluid as Estela was feeling wet around her.  She was squirting her erotic, milky fluids while enjoying the excitement running through her body.

“Taylor, I just...(gasp)...had...(breathing heavily)...an orgasm.”

“Oh, Estela...god you’re so damn sexy.”

As they laid down on the floor, he was fueling her sexual excitement, and soon they were shedding the rest of their clothes off.  Taylor completely discarded his undergarments, and he was already bare all over.  He then started stripping Estela of her remaining clothes, unzipping her hoodie, then pulling off her tank top.  He also untied her left sneakers, and finally pulled away her jeans and underwear, discarding them to the side.  Estela was just wearing her black bra, but Taylor doesn’t seem to mind. and thought not to remove it.

“Ya know, we’ll be here for a while,” Taylor wanted to know if Estela would be busy later on, but she assured him that she’s free.

“We’ve got all night.  And you have me all to yourself.”

Both were savoring this moment. Taylor was caressing Estela’s waist as he sexually stimulated her.  With his eyes closed, he was thinking of nothing but the bliss of being one with her.   

“Just fuck me, Taylor, I’m begging ya,” Estela was sweating heavily and her heart was beating even faster.

“I’ve wanted you since the very first day I met you,” Taylor confessed that he had already harbored feelings for Estela since she kept gazing at him - from the time they met in La Huerta, to the time they went stargazing together, to the time they fought off the King Crab, up to the very moment he picked her fighting style, and finally, how they ended up in each other’s arms.

Taylor kept grinding his hips as he wanted his tryst with Estela to be a night to remember.  Soon, his penile organ was about to release his own sex fluids, and this time, he wanted Estela to be more than aroused.

“Ahhhhh....” Taylor just had secreted his sex fluids inside Estela.  Apparently his ejaculate traveled around her, making it look like she was about to become pregnant. 

“I. Want. A. Baby.”

Just as Taylor was about to pull himself out, Estela gazed at him, and she was partly surprised and annoyed.

“Taylor, why does it feel like there’s something not right? You just backed out.”

It turned out that he had a pair of condoms a day before his illicit sexual excursion.

“Um, sorry Estela,” Taylor was feeling apologetic.  “I used condoms.  Didn’t want ya getting pregnant.”  He continued, “Better safe than sorry. I’m not about to see you abort a baby.”  

“Well, you could HAVE at least warned me that you were planning to stay safe,” Estela was fuming a little before regaining her composure. “You know for a fact that I respect honesty above all else, and if you’re planning to have safe sex with me, next time tell me beforehand.”

“Again, my bad.”  He then kissed her again on the lips, as her anger slowly melted away and she gave in to her feelings.

“I love you so much, Taylor.”

“I love you too, my Estela Montoya.”

While they were fondling and caressing each other, three other Hartfeld students had just entered the hidden room.  Quickly, Taylor and Estela began picking up their clothes as they put them on once more.  Both quickly hid themselves along the occupied bookshelves, making sure they would never be seen.

A girl with bobbed hair asked, “James, are you sure you stored the manuscript here?”

“Yes, Kaitlyn.  I even accompanied Professor Vasquez to this room and he kept them here, making sure that only he, I, and Emily would know about it.  It was a private manuscript, only to be seen by a few.”

“Guys, let’s just find this and get outta here,” a third voice could be heard from just beside the door.  It was Emily, the research assistant of the late Professor Enrique Vasquez.  “This place gives me the creeps.”

James retrieved a small box located at the bottom shelf, and found the manuscript they were looking for.

“Okay, we’ve found it, let’s go,” James had turned off the lights and left together with Emily and Kaitlyn.  They were oblivious of the fact that Taylor and Estela were hiding within the room.  Both were embracing each other tightly, keeping quiet as hard as they can, making certain that they would never be caught.

“So far so good,”  Taylor whispered, just as he kissed Estela once more.

“You know, why not one more for old time’s sake,”  Estela was unzipping her pants again, this time making sure that she topped off their lovemaking with a bang.

“You can say that again.”

Taylor followed suit and soon their sex organs were in contact with each other, and both started moaning once more as they let their wetness overtake them.  This time, Taylor took out the used condoms off him as he and Estela got a little more steamy. Pressing each other’s lips together, they were moaning for a few more minutes until they finally got off each other. They quickly left the room as they were about to go their separate ways.

“That...was something else,” noted Taylor as he had finished their night of lovemaking.

“Let’s do this again, preferably in our bedrooms,” Estela gave Taylor a quick and passionate kiss before leaving.  “Gotta go back to my dorm.  See ya tomorrow.  Love you.”

“Love you too, Estela.”

[elecman108]

I’ve been recently replaying Tomodachi Life, and here’s a quick collection of my all-time favourite things that have happened so far (and also made me question the sanity of my Miis).

-Out of about 11 lost items, 8 of them were collars. One was Chattery Teeth and the other was a loofah. Final one was a sock. What the fuck you miis??

-W h o   t h e   f u c k   tries to rescue a pine cone from a pine tree? Apperantly Celeste does. What the fuck.

-YOU CANNOT MAKE YOGURT WITH A FRYING PAN LILLI.

-I DID NOT MEAN TO GIVE YOU THE HATSUNE MIKU DRESS THEO WHY ARE YOU STILL WEARING IT

-Monolisa sounds dead on the inside and it makes me snort every fuckin time she speaks.

-Jaku only plays the Zoom Quiz, and Kronus only plays the Pixel Quiz. Why?

-The universal constant is every time there’s a Curly Locks Wig dream, Theo is there.

-I don’t know about you, but if I get a cell phone, first thing I say into it is “I hate life”. -Kappa

-I have so much stomach medicine from these goddamn idiots of mine like what the fuck.

-Theo do not give me an engagement ring by dropping it into my hands in a minigame, thanks

-Ender asks: What of the following do you believe in? Aliens, Ghosts, Bigfoot, or Nessie? She lives two doors down from an alien (Theo), a floor below a ghost (Shadow), and Nessie was apparently spotted by her recently.