#SOMA Side Stage

[2-dsimp]

omg zombie?? Rotting companion when?? I wonder if he's the slow type or the "I may be decomposing but I can sprint at a full 20 km/h" kind of guy

I luv zombiesss

-andwy tiddy hater

Cw: Heavy angst, obsessive/possessive tendencies, your boyfriend turning into a lovelorn zombie.

Synopsis: Soma, your boyfriend, happened to be the number one gamer in the world due to the fact that nobody could beat him at video games. Nobody except for his Lovely player two who he absolutely adores. One day during a zombie mob flash he sacrificed himself and got bitten in your stead so that you may live another day. Now as time passed, he was set to roam the streets as an undead zombie. Waiting to see you again to ensure that he won’t ever let the both of you be separated again. Not over his half dead body.

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Soma, your boyfriend, is always so eccentric but sweet at the same time. He’d always make sure to mark down your important days on his calendar just to make sure he never misses a moment in his darling’s life. Which is everyday, from the moment you wake up down to the moment you close your eyes goodnight.

The Pro Gamers journal is filled with borderline obsessive scribbles of him recording the way that you sleep. And listing a bunch of observations about how adorable you looked curled up or sprawled out like a starfish. Not only that he takes the time to analyze and document every bit of your habits as if you he’s a biologist and you happened to be his precious specimen.

Either way no matter if you’re asleep or awake his hands won’t grow tired of drawing portraits of you. Within his sketchbook he used as an excuse to highlight gaming mechanics to his team. He’s pretty freighting when it comes to it, if you ask anyone on his team. They’d tell you to not even try and reach out towards it for a better look, since you get an automatic knee to the face.

“Oh my bad didn’t ya say that you wanted a close up of my combo breaker? Hmm? Not in irl? Well you Shoulda been more specific my guy”

Fast forward a few months, It all happened so suddenly when your part of town got hit with an unknown anomaly from a parasitic animal. That escaped from Devildom into the human realm. Successfully kickstarting a disease which made those who aren’t familiar with its origins. To fall into a frenzied state of loss consciousness and inability to control of one’s body.

During the earliest stages of the infection that spreading through your quaint city. Which was thankfully isolated from the rest to prevent even more of an outbreak. You were on a date with your boyfriend who was such a advocate for being spontaneous. Soma loved to surprise you with fun outings like going to amusement parks, para gliding, bungee jumping, kayaking, you name it.

But this time he wanted to give you a breather and take you on a lowkey cute date at a nearby cafe. Soma had an arm around your hip squeezing it lightly while he leaned against you like an over grown puppy.

“Lovie I’m so lucky to have you~ I don’t ever wanna live a day without being able to hold you, love you, kiss you, n fu—“

“Oh we’re here already! You excited to try out those cute menu items you’ve been fangirling about hun?”

Your boyfriend exclaimed giddily oftentimes having a habit of rambling on about how much he adores you on a daily basis. He went to open the door for you right after pressing a hungry kiss to your lips. It was something he always did before he had to leave your side even for just a brief moment.

Since he was paranoid in the fact that anything could happen to his cherished relationship with you. And he’d rather not it happen without him kissing you one last time.

You guys had just entered the door only to be met with a the rabid eyes and foaming mouths of the former patrons that dined there. It wasn’t any help that this cafe was jammed packed due to their popularity so it’d only take a split second for you to get snatched up by one of the infected standing in line.

You could barely register the way you were shoved out of the store by your boyfriend in an attempt to guard you from being taken by the horde. You stumbled outside the glass doors eyes wide with shock as you witnessed. A different side of Soma that you’ve never seen before, one that had him going batshit crazy.

Seeing how those filthy hands tried to take you away from him. Had him going off on a tangent about how he’d kill them twice over, for even trying to touch a single hair on your head. Claiming how you were his and his only and that nothing on heaven nor earth would change it.

Despite being outnumbered he put up one hell of a fight knocking the parasites down one by one into eventually one of them took a chance to bit his fist that he used to sucker punch their teeth out.

“Man you guys sure are tenacious for a bunch of deadweight…Shit just my luck”

Soma sighed, as if it was only a minor convenience that he’d gotten bitten. But nonetheless he kept letting his fist and legs fly not stopping until every single undead bastard was on the ground. Thanks to his self defense classes in karate.

It was only a matter of time before they got back up again so he turned around to give you a relaxed expression. A bright loving grin on his face as he asked you a simple question. While his veins became more prominent on his skin appearing in an abnormal pigment.

“Would you still love me as a zombie babes?”

You could only sob saying yes frantically as you watched your loved one turn into a different being. At your answer he let out a flippant sigh of relief before continuing to lock himself inside the restaurant. Using the key that was hanging off the hip of an employee he stunned.

“Good, then you’d better watch your back since whether im dead or alive I’d still be crazy in love with you baby.”

The gamer said in a soft tone that had a darkened edge to it, almost as if he wasn’t just trying to lighten up the mood with one of his lighthearted quips. But was issuing you an actual warning to beware of if you ever came across him while he wasn’t in control of himself.

Now go, your eyes should see only good things. And I’m afraid it’s gonna be ugly for me, Ah wait! Before you go…Give me kiss?”

Soma asked with a boyish grin pressing his face against the glass door with his lips puckered. As he waggled his eyebrows at you. It made you pissed off to say the least at how he was treating this a some kind of joke.

But you couldn’t help but notice his body twitching sporadically which was a telltale sign of how anxious he was. How scared he was of losing you. And how terrifying he’d be once he turned knowing that there’d be nothing to hold him back from showing his purest form of love for you.

Your boyfriend was already internally battling the urge to pull you against him. So you’d never leave his sight, that you two would be together forever regardless of death since nothing could ever change the way his heart beats purely for you. So just one more kiss, no matter if There’s a thin glass barrier, he just wants to be close to you, to somewhat feel you before his body shuts down on him.

You scrambled to press yourself against the door your palm on top of his. You gave him one last longing gaze, beforehand pressing your lips against the glass. Not noticing how he was just unblinkingly staring at your reflection. Burning the image of you so deeply into his mind that even if his critical thinking perished he’d never ever forget you even in death.

You were hesitant to leave him wanting to stay until his final hours but he childishly shooed you away. Claiming that he doesn’t want you to see him become an uggo version of himself. Since glowing down in front of his beau would be immensely embarrassing. He couldn’t help but feel a cruel twist of satisfaction seeing your reluctance to leave his side and those pretty eyes of yours welling up with tears meant only for him.

“We’ll meet again soon Lovie, mark my words, if you think I’d ever leave you alone then you’ve got another thing coming… So make sure to do your best until I come to make you mine once more permanently”

A few days later, the infection took hold of him but not in a way he was expecting. Sure he may have lost some of his humanity, but for a strange reason. The pro gamer still retained some fragments of his consciousness. His head was pounding from your name, invading his headspace. With every pulse of his brain that was fried at the moment.

Soma chuffed with a crooked grin, as he suspected not even death would take away his inherent need for you. Nor could it ever make it cease to be. He had to find you, sure it was selfish but he can’t stop from obsessing over your very being ingrained in his hazy memory. Where only the images of you were clear as can be.

Breaking the lock with his newly found inhuman strength, he became a half mindless zombie. Who actively searches for his you like a moth to a flame. Tearing everything and anything apart that stands in his way.

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A/n: if you want to see more of your undead boyfriend feel free to send in an ask 👀

[correctproseka]

Been thinking about absolutely strong An has been through this event.

- Finds out her aunt died from her uncle after he said her team would never beat RAD Weekend in their lifetime

- Watched her colleagues (EVER, Arata, Kotaru) get decimated in a singing battle SECONDS AFTER by the same uncle who broke the sad news to them (Arata especially getting Shredded from Taiga’s remarks about carrying dreams since he carries Soma’s dream of becoming the best singer ever)

- Later performing against said uncle with her team WHILE STILL PROCESSING NAGI’S DEATH, WHAT TAIGA IS DOING, and other thoughts racing in her head, only to get eviscerated by him sINCE SHES GOING THROUGH A LOT AT THE MOMENT MENTALLY (“Your Aunt’s dead, your team wont ever beat me, lets have a rap battle now!!” - Taiga)

- Seeing said colleagues leave seemingly forever because their dreams have been shattered, only having her own team

- Her father finding them and telling her the whole truth, which included the reason why until now everyone had been LYING TO HER FOR YEARS about Nagi’s condition

AND THIS HAPPENS ALL IN ONE DAY

AND SHE GETS RIGHT BACK UP AFTER A FEW MOMENTS OF GRIEVING NAGI’S DEATH

She gets back up, thats true, but lets make a few things clear.

She only gets back up because she has her team and her dad. If anyone in her team had given up, i dont think she could've handled. And as much as she is rightfully angry at her dad, he is also a good reason she can stay as confident as she is.

Plus, we know that whatever happened was NOT acceptance, well, it kind of was, but also not. You know the stages of grief are.. weird. An skipped denial (or we can count those three years as denial), right into anger- and she unleashed that anger while singing, and is angry at her town and at her dad- and in between anger she has depression, i would say they're both so intertwined you can barely see which is which. She can't bargain, or maybe she's bargaining at herself, she cant fully break down in front of Taiga, or until she learns of everything.

And once she does, more at side cards than in the actual story. Here comes the acceptance, alongside again more depression. You just know she possibly cried herself to sleep that night- if she slept at all. But also, yes, An is strong, but we cant just ignore the fact that she set her feelings to the side enough to cry at a safe place- and that she has her team to lift her up.

Because for one. Nagi is right. If An knew about it before she met Kohane, and before they formed Vivid Bad Squad, An would have given up on music all together, not that she wasn't strong then, she would have gotten over with that situation, probably EASIER without yknow. Knowing it three years later. But also the main reason she was into music would be gone, so what was the point? Now she has more people- and more reasons- to be into music.

Just adding salt to the wound yknow.

Also my headcanon is that after An was. Like yknow, not fighting tears just because of Nagi's name (which took like a full week), Ken took her to the cemetery where Nagi is, which made An cry all over again but helped her mourn since she never had the chance to, he walked away to give them a bit of privacy while An talks to the grave to give Nagi updates about her life and in the end, she feels more determined than ever, she leaves a little drawing of the vbs logo on top of it and goes back more at peace than when she came in.

[midnight-in-town]

There's this theory or rumor going around about how things would turn to chaos or a big battle would happen in black Butler when the twins birthday comes up in 5 days or so in the manga timeline. What r ur thoughts about it?

Hey Anon !

Lots of people actually talked about "what will happen on the upcoming December 14th". I think, timeline-wise, it's too soon for a big battle : a big chaotic battle will come, but we're still in the first stages of the chess match, me think.

Some fans think the story will end (unlikely imo), while I personally think that it's probably when the servants and Ciel will reunite post investigations...

...with Finny telling everyone about Snake's "death" so it will probably be another sad birthday for him, with no Aunt Frances and Lizzie to change his mind this year. :(

Though I have to say, a part of me hopes that, like in ch14, we will see Frances on this important date, because she'll have been told where to find her nephew and because she does care (by Diedrich ? Pitt ? by Sieglinde, Soma, Edward if they investigate in the meantime ?).

However if I'm being realistic, like the big chaotic battle, I think it's still a bit too soon to see Frances by our!Ciel's side.

To quote these posts [x][x], "Frances will probably take on a more active role in the plot when, to quote Seb in ch14, “[our!Ciel] will overconfidently believe that he cannot lose and that it will be necessary for him to carry himself with humility while striving for his goal”. Because by then, “an adult who will be firm with him is what he’ll need”. "

TL;DR Ciel learning about Snake's "death" on his fourteenth birthday seems likely to me. So I don't think it will be a joyous birthday at all, to say nothing about how his own investigation with Sebastian might end badly. T_T

Somehow though, I wait for Yana to prove me 100% wrong. We'll see. :3 Have a good weekend, Anon ! :)

[twistedtummies2]

Top 5 Castlevania Dracula Boss Battles

The last time I talked about Dracula and Castlevania, I discussed the various pieces of music that accompany the Count during his boss battles. But what of the boss fights themselves? After all, just as the King of the Vampires is a constant presence throughout the franchise, with many pieces of music devoted to him, so is his role as a boss in the game. In most titles, Dracula is the final boss the player must overcome; as the Prince of Darkness, it’s only fitting he be the last obstacle the Belmonts and their allies must face.

The thing about Dracula bosses in Castlevania, however, is they are generally very much the same. Dracula’s moveset and abilities are as iconic as he is, within the franchise, so most games feature the same basic bunch of attacks and ways to beat them. As for the ones that differ…well, to “differ” does not mean to “improve,” let’s just put it that way. XD As a result, it’s hard to pinpoint very many Dracula battles that are truly unique and noteworthy, since - as great as it always is to go toe-to-toe with the Count, he isn’t necessarily a boss who has a lot of variations. They aren’t necessarily bad fights, there’s just not much to say about most of them. HOWEVER, there are a few Dracula battles throughout the franchise that I feel stand out from the crowd, for one reason or another. Some of them are interesting because of context and story. Others are interesting because of the variations - however major or minor - in gameplay and stages. And, of course, the very best ones are usually great because of both. So, let’s give some credit where credit is due, and take another quick peek to the long and storied history of Count Dracula in Castlevania, by showcasing some of his more interesting showdowns. These are My Top 5 Dracula Battles from Castlevania!

5. Dawn of Sorrow.

This battle is different from all the rest, for a few reasons, most of them related to context. Unlike all the other battles on this list, this Dracula boss is an OPTIONAL encounter, and it’s actually a very tragic sort of conflict. In “Dawn of Sorrow” - the direct sequel to the earlier Castlevania game “Aria of Sorrow” - you play as Soma Cruz. Soma is, in fact, the reincarnation of Count Dracula, and a big part of both games is him fighting with his literal inner demons to prevent himself from becoming Dracula proper. In both games, there’s a bad ending the player can run into, wherein Soma loses the battle, and is “erased,” with the spirit of the Count taking over his mind and body, as he becomes the mythical vampire. With “Dawn of Sorrow,” this bad ending was taken a step further with a special little something called “Julius Mode.” In Julius Mode, you play as one of Soma’s allies, Julius Belmont (as well as a couple of other characters), who now is forced to travel through Dracula’s Castle and face Soma in battle. “Dark Lord Soma” IS Dracula, even if he looks different and isn’t necessarily called that by name, so I’m counting it here. In this bad end boss battle, Soma/Dracula uses a combination of skills common in past games and some new abilities Soma has used throughout the main game. He summons demons to aid him in battle, uses special glyphs to attack, and quite literally flies around the field, teleporting about to evade your own strikes. While this isn’t Dracula’s most difficult boss encounter, it’s seeing our main character fall to darkness in such a way - seeing Soma BECOME the legendary Count - that makes this duel so memorable. Thankfully, you CAN win the game with a good ending, where Soma remains himself and this fatal fight never occurs…but that’s another story for another time, perhaps.

4. Curse of Darkness.

This is the only fight on this list that’s done in a 3D perspective rather than a 2D (or, in one case, I suppose, “2.5D”) point of view. Most Castlevania games, you see, are side-scrolling adventures. However, there have been a few games done in a 3D style. The problem is that most of those games either suck, or just don’t feature Dracula as a boss. (Or both.) “Curse of Darkness” is the only exception to these rules: it’s one of the best 3D ventures the series ever took, and it’s got a pretty great Dracula battle in it. Our hero for this journey is Hector: a “Devil Forgemaster” who once served Dracula, before betraying him when the Count’s plans became TOO deplorable for Hector to condone. When the vampire is resurrected by Death - with help from Hector’s nemesis, the deranged fellow Forgemaster, Isaac - Hector is forced to fight his former master, in order to stop Dracula from re-enacting his schemes of destruction. Dracula uses some of his common tricks from the side-scrollers in the first stage, along with a few new abilities (such as attempting to drain Hector’s blood), before shifting into a more monstrous, demonic “True Form,” which is typical for the Count in this series. The music is glorious, especially during the first stage, and both fights can be pretty challenging. It’s definitely Dracula’s best boss fight in a 3D Castlevania game, in my opinion.

3. Dracula X Chronicles.

Many Castlevania fans consider this one of the best Dracula battles in the series, if not THE best, and I am no exception. In my opinion, this is the pinnacle of Dracula’s “Classic” solo battles; they don’t get any better than this one. “Dracula X Chronicles” is a remake of the game “Rondo of Blood,” with 3D graphics, a different artistic styling, and several other changes, most of which are fairly cursory. The updates to the battle with Dracula, however, improve on the original to create something glorious. The first two stages of the fight are pretty standard: first the player faces Dracula as he teleports around and sends projectile spells after you, then the Count changes into his True Form - a massive dragon-demon-thing - and stomps around while breathing fire and sending bolts of energy at them. HOWEVER, there is then a third form to Dracula, where he resumes a more humanoid appearance, but now with strange, fleshy wings, and flies around the field with a whole new slew of abilities: he summons swarms of bats, changes into a wolf to charge and bite the player, creates fiery bursts from the ground, hurls meteors at you, creates bloody blades to slash at you, and can even summon a veritable HURRICANE OF BLOOD that floods the screen! (Yikes!) He moves more quickly in this battle, making it harder to get a hit on him, and as the three stages progress, the scenery for the duel grows more warped and nightmarish in appearance. It’s definitely one of the Count’s shining moments as a boss, helped by the superb arrangement of “Dance of Illusions” that accompanies the battle. Yet it’s only number three on this list…what heresies am I cooking up…?

2. Mirror of Fate (First Battle).

“Mirror of Fate” was part of a series of games referred to as “Lords of Shadow.” This was an attempt to reboot the Castlevania franchise, with new lore and an aesthetic style inspired by the “God of War” franchise. At least four games were planned, but only three were made: the original Lords of Shadow, Lords of Shadow 2, and a portable spin-off - Mirror of Fate - which took place between the two, bridging the gap. In the two LoS “main” games, Dracula was actually the main protagonist…but for “Mirror of Fate,” the creators decided to pay homage to Castlevania’s roots. Not only was the gameplay once again done in the form of a side-scrolling adventure, but the plot once again focused on the heroic Belmont family facing off against Count Dracula, with the King of the Vampires once more playing the role of antagonist. “Mirror of Fate” is actually a contender for my favorite Castlevania game, as I felt it did a good job combining elements of both the old and the new, and updated the classic formula in a fun, fresh way, while still keeping lots of things longtime fans would recognize. I wouldn’t say it’s the BEST game, but it IS among my FAVORITES. (Again, I will always personally feel there’s a difference.) The game is told in three chapters, each featuring a different protagonist, telling the story in a non-linear format. Dracula is fought twice in the game, and while the final battle at the end of Chapter 3 isn’t bad, I VASTLY prefer the battle with the Count at the end of Chapter 2. Dracula uses a combination of classic moves from past games in the franchise, with a few new skills original to the Lords of Shadow universe. You have three generations of Belmonts all involved in the battle, which is already pretty cool. The battle has multiple, interesting stages - including Dracula taking control of one of the protagonists, and then trying to leech the lifeforce from the player - and Robert Carlyle, in the role of the Count, is just eating up every taunt and cackle he gets to utter. I can’t give away EVERYTHING that makes this fight great, but it was honestly really hard to choose between this and the previous option. I feel this fight is more unique, and has more personal stuff going on within it, between the characters and even the player, so it won out in the end. (Sorry, DXC. I still love ya.)

1. Portrait of Ruin.

This game is home to my single favorite boss battle in all of Castlevania. There are a lot of reasons why, but it all comes down to one thing: you’re not just fighting Dracula during this battle. You’re also fighting Death. Yep! The two main antagonists of the series, Count Dracula and the Grim Reaper, fighting together! This, somewhat surprisingly, is the only time in the series this has ever happened: Dracula and the Reaper have both been iconic bosses and villains throughout the franchise, but this was the first (and so far last) time both fought the player side-by-side. During the first half of the battle, Dracula uses a lot of his classic tricks, while Death plays support, swooping at the player in both horizontal and vertical strikes, swinging his scythe to try and catch them off-guard. Once the pair are nearing their last legs, Death allows Dracula to absorb his power, and the Count transforms into his True Form, now made extra-powerful with the help of the Reaper. It’s during this second stage of the fight that the buddy system of the game - utilizing two playable characters with different skills - really becomes a major point, as Dracula will use his magic to transform his own wings into spiked walls, attempting to crush both of the player’s protagonists - Jonathan Morris and Charlotte Aulin. Oh, on that note, yeah, the main playable protagonist is Jonathan Morris. Why do I consider this a big deal? Because Jonathan Morris isn’t just a random original character, he’s related to characters from the original Bram Stoker novel “Dracula.” And for me, that only adds an extra cherry on top of this most decadent cheesecake. In a way, this battle feels like a big celebration of Castlevania, and is equal parts fun and EXTREMELY challenging. I know Dracula isn’t working alone during this battle, but I’d feel remiss, nevertheless, if I didn’t name it as My Favorite Dracula Battle in Castlevania.

HONORABLE MENTIONS INCLUDE…

Order of Ecclesia. (This Dracula can adapt his moveset depending on how you approach the fight, and there’s some ambitious animation on him for a 2D Nintendo DS title.)

Super Castlevania IV. (Arguably the most classic of all classic battles…except for maybe the very first Castlevania game, I suppose.)

The Final Battle from Mirror of Fate. (While not as good as the first fight, the final duel of the game, between Trevor Belmont and Dracula, isn’t necessarily bad.)

Super Smash Bros. Ultimate. (May not be an actual Castlevania title, but where else can you play as Solid Snake or Bowser while fighting Count Dracula? XD )

[psychewritesbs]

What are your thoughts on Gojo's dynamic with Nanami and Utahime?

It seems that Gege listed some hints that Gojo may like them romantically but alas this was according to shippers themselves and it's unclear whether the official material was meant to interpreted that way or if it was just a funny thing thrown around. Regardless i just wanna add my cents here, the show really keeps denying that Gojo will ever be romantically interested in any of these characters asides from possibly Geto but at the same time it acknowledges that fans like various relationships so it feeds them these irrelevant crumbs. That's why i ask for your opinion on their dynamic, if you're comfortable answering this ofc!

HOLA ANON!

Listen... not only is my blog psychology-focused, there's a reason I have not really made any shippy posts about jjk. I've gone to town gushing about seisub, soma, kurofai and asucaga before. But those ships exist in old fandoms where there is a prevalent agreement and support about and for the ship.

jjk tho... the topic of shipping in jjk is a dangerous landmine regardless of who you ship for many different reasons.

That said, apologies if this wasn't your intention, but the way you worded your ask made it smell like bait from about three miles away, and I have been debating about what I want to say to you ever since I received it. Moots told me to just drop it but I found that I didn't want to drop it precisely because it feels like bait.

So basically, because 3 our of 4 moots I have shown your ask to agree that this is bait, I am going to respond in kind and will give you the least satisfying answer ever under the cut.

You have been warned...

jk anon, sorry for the click bait...

It's not that I'm going to give you a dissatisfying answer, it's that I don't want to participate in shipping wars 🤷‍♀️ and I feel like I am being dragged into one with this ask.

The truth is, I'm too old for shipping wars and avoid them like the plague to the best of my ability and for my own mental sanity... And one of the things that really gets under my skin is gatekeeping in shipping, which admittedly means I am probably being a hypocrite about it. Gotta work on that.

At this stage in my life tho, I am more interested in being able to both celebrate what I love instead of focusing on what I don't like, or on holding two contradictory truths at once rather than to take sides and claim one side is right and the other side is wrong.

To that point, lately I've heard a lot of people say it's not ok to be neutral. To that I say that polarized thinking is a sign of lack of experience and an unwillingness to be open to another point of view. I say this from experience, not because I'm judging anyone.

Been there, done that.

Like I was an idiot back in the day for thinking I couldn't like both Maya Sakamoto and Utada Hikaru. Like... what a clown 🤡 to think I HAD TO PICK ONE and could only like one of them lmao.

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm assuming you love stsg because of the way you frame the ask around how Geto seems to be the one person whom Gege hints at being the most likely that Gojo would be "romantically interested in".

On the other hand, you also tell me that shipping Gojo with other characters is based on what looks to you like irrelevant breadcrumbs.

Now, before I keep going, what follows is my personal opinion, and I do not claim to own the objective truth about this topic.

In fact, I am very aware that there is no right answer to your ask, and that whatever I answer can stir unnecessary shit up because, not only is this topic sensitive because that's the state of shipping in jjk fandom, but the ask itself feels like its baiting me to give an answer someone knows they aren't going to like.

Very machiuvelical of you anon 😏 I see you!

So either I'm paranoid af, or you're not very good at pretending you are genuinely confused because "it's unclear whether the official material was meant to be interpreted that way or if it was just a funny thing thrown around".

Come the fuck on... 😂

First, you sent an ask to someone who understands mind games; and second, it's perfectly ok to say you don't like the other two ships.

But again, I have also said things in a way that was misinterpreted by others, so... benefit of the doubt here.

Thing is, if you love stsg, no one can take that away from you. Trust me, no one needs anyone's opinion to love ANY ship.

So, let's start with the hard stuff up front.

I ship stsg

I don't care if they are or aren't canon.

If others want to have this conversation and pull panels to back up why they think they are canon etc etc, good. This is not a conversation I care to have any longer because I realized I don't need Gege, or anyone for that matter, to tell me it's ok to ship a pairing--more on this later.

If you do, then, yeah, that's relatable and very understandable.

I also don't care if the jjk powerscaling bros can't accept that Gege has baked ambiguity into the dynamic, and that the cursed cat has recommended bl manga TWICE--thus hinting at the idea that Gege enjoys reading bl.

AND I also respect that there are those who truly see them only as friends. That's their business, you know? Why does their opinion matter if I ship them?

But, when I put on the rose-colored fujo glasses, I see it.

It's undeniable.

stsg is the jjk version of Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle's kurofai.

But to be frank... I disagree with the idea that any evidence pointing at gjhm are "irrelevant breadcrumbs" that "shippers are throwing around".

Are they breadcrumbs? Yes. There isn't a whole lot of canonical evidence. But I also don't often hear gjhm shippers say things like "they're so canon" although I could be wrong.

So, are people throwing breadcrumbs around to be funny? This frankly makes it sound like you think very lowly of how some people choose to interpret certain panels.

Even if I give you the benefit of the doubt, this kinda sounds like you see yourself as better than... ?? because to you, its "unclear" how people can interpret the text as there being any ambiguity about the dynamic.

No it isn't 😂. It's clear as day. Come ooooooon.

Its ok to not like that Gege hinted at it AND it also doesn't make stsg any less important.

So are the breadcrumbs truly irrelevant? Only if you have an agenda.

Again, I am sorry if this isn't your intention, but calling them "irrelevant breadcrumbs" makes it sounds like there's an agenda geared at denying something you don't agree with. Which is SUPER relatable.

What I'll say is that, from the "breadcrumbs" Gege gave us about gjhm, I got the sense that, if there was some sort of romantic involvement between Gojo and Utahime that Gege is hinting at in the subtext, it was very bittersweet.

I'm totally not feeling like going and doing any research about this because there are plenty of gjhm shippers who have stated why the "breadcrumbs" make sense to them. AND I also think it's undeniable that there was something between them given the whole song lyrics related to her ct blablabla.

Denying this makes it sound like you're cherry picking what you think is and isn't subtext in the official work based on your shipping preferences.

Also, I don't personally ship gjhm but I have moots who do. As I said, I ship stsg AND I can also respect that others ship gjhm because two opposing ideas can coexist.

Anyways, with ch 236 in mind, in retrospect, what made gjhm undeniably bittersweet, was that Gojo was emotionally stunted in his teen years. This makes Gojo emotionally unavailable to ANYONE because he was stuck longing to be understood the way Geto once understood him, while simultaneously making himself hard to understand.

I think that if Gojo and Utahime were involved behind the scenes, this doesn't mean he didn't miss Geto or stopped loving him. The way I see it, he could very well have loved both. But again, that's my interpretation. It sounds like yours is different.

To me, Utahime isn't some sort of impediment for Gojo to love Geto and viceversa. This isn't a love triangle--Geto isn't even in the picture in their adult years.

That, and, the idea that we can only ever love one person is an unrealistic byproduct of the psychology of romantic love. And yet I can also understand why Gojo felt understood by Geto the most. I mean... Geto is the first person he sees when he dies.

This is so... beautiful.

So if you take the song lyrics hinted at in Uta's ct and put yourself in Utahime's shoes from the perspective of a gjhm shipper, you have a woman who is in a relational dynamic with someone who can't be present for her because he isn't present for himself to begin with.

I know you unironically think it's "a funny irrelevant thing being thrown around", but from how I'm interpreting this, that's not irrelevant or funny to me.

It's human tragedy, and it's sad af for all parties involved. And if you don't agree, you don't agree and that's ok. We can both agree to disagree.

Now, this is how I interpret gjhm based on that ONE specific breadcrumb. Which again, is anything but irrelevant unless your goal is to minimize someone else's perspective. For all I know, a gjhm fan reads this and doesn't agree with me.

For the record, I'm not saying you should change your mind about gjhm if you don't like the ship because you think Utahime truly hates Gojo's guts or that it's misogynistic to pair her with a man but perfectly ok to ship her with Shoko because somehow that makes it ok for her to be in a romantic relationship with someone else, or whatever reasons you might have.

I'm saying that you can love stsg AND simultaneously understand and respect that someone else would have a different opinion, even if you don't personally agree with it.

As for Nanami and Gojo... I mean... 🤷‍♀️

I guess if I put the fujo glasses on I can sort of see it. But again, why should anyone care about whether I agree with them or not? Like... when did I become the authority on shipping? 🤷‍♀️

I don't want that responsibility.

But, the most important thing I want to get across here, is that shipping is highly personal because there is a certain degree of self-insertion happening when we "ship".

So if you, or anyone for that matter, loves stsg, it's because you can see something about the dynamic reflected back at you that rings true to you.

You might say, "it's not that deep, I just see the official text and like what I saw." Which is also fair. But if it wasn't that deep, this ask wouldn't be something I was answering right now.

So, that's why to me, for MY answer to YOUR ask with the way it feels like bait, it's irrelevant whether the ships are canon or not. All that matters is that you, as a participant in this piece of media, can relate to the dynamic. And this is not to minimize whether "the official material is meant to be interpreted one way or another".

But again, cherry picking what we want to be subtext based on an agenda is a biased take.

All I am saying is that shipping is highly personal.

Again, if you don't like the "boy picks on girl" dynamic that gjhm has, it's because it's not for you. I have read what others have to say about not liking it and, honestly, good on y'all. Makes sense.

And if someone explains to me why gjhm makes sense to them, I am no one to tell them they are wrong to self-insert into this dynamic and explore what its potential means to them.

So, anon, I would much rather hear about why you love stsg.

If you want to talk to people who want to focus on hating gjhm or gojonana, or discussing why it's "funny irrelevant breadcrumbs thrown around", for whatever reasons you might have, I simply am not the right person.

All of this said, any further comments seeking to minimize any ship shall be ignored because I am not interested in contributing to shipping wars.

Enjoy stsg. It's a beautiful ship!

Thanks for stopping by, and sharing that bit of stsg love you did share with me. Again, sorry if I misinterpreted your intention, and if I didn't... idk.

All the love.

[kira-moonrabbit]

As a rhythm game fan, I shall represent a few of my fave songs 🫡

系ぎて / Tsunagite by rintaro soma : https://youtu.be/q26OmWO8ccg

Serves as the climax at one of the biggest rhythm arcade game events ever. Despite its slow speed, it still packs a punch. The name translates to “connect (with me)”.

World Ender by sasakure.UK x TJ.hangneil : https://youtu.be/lAYw5ZTJztE

It’s hard to describe TJ.hangneil songs in general, since they’re “otherworldly”- in an alien-sorta sense. (sasakure and hangneil are the same person, but for RP purposes they collabed via “five-dimensional data interference”.)

Some others:

opia by rN: Neurofunk makes for pretty interesting sounds. (https://youtu.be/a9woc3gxC4E)

Upshift by Iriss-Frantzz: More of a typical “dance” genre. (https://youtu.be/twlSwHYPOG0)

Heavensdoor by LeaF: Meant to evoke a feeling of hollowness- ever heard a song with only kicks? (https://youtu.be/-r4DH6sJFDA)

Inori by 光吉猛修 VS 穴山大輔 VS Kai VS 水野健治 VS 大国奏音: Hard to describe this one, definitely feels like a Boss Song. (https://youtu.be/rjB6waYflTg)

That’s all I’ll put for now, sorry for the disturbance ^^’

Salutes you back, boss. Since I'm feeling epic... I'll tell you what I thought of every song! Long story short: Very good, and gave me a lot to think about... But under a cut for dashboardyness. There's also tangents!

系ぎて / Tsunagite - VERY niceys! Probably the coolest sequence of looking at a floating crystal ever, that music video is. It gave me a feeling of like... hope! beyond hellish circumstances! It was nice.

World Ender - It's like running... it makes me feel like running, and there's a countdown. The music video as displayed also definitely conveys SOMETHING.

As a whole, I can see why the above two songs were your first picks of showing off. They're real heavy hitters, emotionally... I'm no good at expressing how songs make me feel, but they give off the same sort of "hopeful desperation." One leans more on hope, the other on desperation.

As a side note, I've never really paid much attention to rhythm games that aren't a little silly with it (examples of being a little silly with it including rhythm heaven and rhythm doctor... yes, you can boo me off the stage). These all really make me want to reconsider, but at the same time, the video reccomendations youtube's been giving me on the side make it seem like they're liable to break your fingers if you play wrong. I can still definitely enjoy the music on the side. ...But speaking of music!!! whoops!!!!

opia - Neurofunk, huh. They love to give silly names to genres. A genre I know I like that I can give a name to is like, Slushwave. That sounds like something straight out of Hypnospace Outlaw, but no, it's real! And back to the song at hand, this gives me a solid first impression of what neurofunk is. I love the piano backing... It never quite fades into obscurity. Despite the beats being so fast, every sound counts! No wasted space. ...Music can never waste space, but you know what I mean.

Upshift - I admit, this got me to dance a little. Well, wiggle a little in my chair. Still! Listening to it again to keep it at the forefront of my thoughts is making me resume my silly wiggling. In fact, I can barely pause to write anything down... that's how you know something's really made me happy. I can't say anything about it because every time I try to think of something meaningful, I start wiggling happily instead of thinking!

Heavensdoor - At first, I got a little confused when I saw the turn of phrase "a song with only kicks." But now I understand. This song is something monks have to listen to in order to reach enlightenment in the subject of music, I think. But in all seriousness, it's preddy good. All evidence also shows that this song scares rhythm game players, which makes me honored that you showed a "normie" like me as a first suggestion.

But here's a small aside that your description made me think. You say heavensdoor is made to evoke hollowness... at first I went in thinking this was going to be lower key, and then I got surprised when it wasn't what I was thinking. And I guess it is lower key compared to the rest of these songs! It goes to show that hollowness has many meanings. Because it's got less "empty" hollowness and more "uncaring" hollowness to it, if that makes sense? Here, I gotta grab something.... Here, this song, Flicker Trail from Yume 2kki. I went in expecting something a bit more like this. I love me some ambiance-flavored music. But I also need things that aren't ambiance! And this is why I got so excited when I started listening, enough to start writing all this down. Music is good! i love music! i love talking about music!!!! Oh, but I have one last song to say my thoughts about....

Inori - You really saved the best for last, be it intentionally or no. This one's my favorite of this group you've shown me... I love songs where it feels like a battle for fate is going on. And it uses choirs preddy good too. This song SLAPS, if you pardon my french!!! i'm going to drag this to my bestie who has shown interest in music like this.

And last sidenote. I listened to these all while just staring and listening. But some people I know can only listen to new music while doing something else. That would make it tough to pay attention to the minutae of the song for me! But it does fill me with wonder... there's many ways to experience a song. And how you experience it will shape your opinion of it! It's a genuinely cool phenomena to me...

And that's all........ I'm going to have to restrain myself from giving a really detailed list of reccomendations back as thanks for the dinner, both because this post is already long enough, and because my music taste doesn't have many other songs like this (yet). But I can give you one song in exchange. Present World Overhaul from Len'en 3... it goes really nuts. it's noisy and kinda screechy. it's got trumpets for days. and most of all, it rewired my neurons. If you want a more proper description, alas, I'm not the one to call for normal music descriptions...

But anyways! thank you so so so much for the reccomendations!!! And hey, it's no disturbance if it's something i went and asked for!

[kyotakumrau]

2022.10.06 sukekiyo at Zepp Tokyo Diver City

Wow, just wow.

sukekiyo has no bad shows in my experience but today was something different!

Let's start from the beginning.

It seems they prepared finally enough penlights and other merch items so there were no sold out items until much muuuuuch later.

Some of the BGM was an interesting arragment of Akira's soundtrack, very cool.

Good info - many cameras today, including two cranes. So there definitely will be some footage released.

There was a see-through screen in front of the stage as usual for sukekiyo's seated shows.

Intro video - sorry I don't remember much detail besides the band's name etc.

Takumi entered the stage first, then Yuchi, Mika and utA. Kyo last.

Kyo wore a jacket with a partly open back, cropped white shirt with a huge white bow in the front, the back also showed a black bra (I think it might've been attached to the jacket). White sleeve bits added on his forearms finished with lace. Black suit pants. He had his hard slicked back and wore make up. He totally blurred the lines between feminine and masculine.

They started with 'Scarlet', it was so hard to try to stay still😂 I admit my head moved a bit... a lot😂

Sesshoku had a robot dance from Kyo.

I think in Creeper Kyo changed G.O.M.I part but until I'm 100% sure I won't say what he shouted instead😅

I loved the cute hammer with ribbons Kyo had during Aishita Shinzo (the one from the stickers). Kyo danced while holding it, the situation/story getting steamier until he snapped and used the hammer to kill the lover, taking wild swings. He even dropped the mic for a moment he got so lost in it.

zephyr was followed by a session.

Kyo placed the chair in the front of the stage at the beginning of Furesaseru, using it to dance during the song but then didn't do anything more with it, just left it there in the front.

It's a shame that SOMA the Pipe didn't seem to work tonight?

When Kyo just walked off the stage after Naburi it was quite surprising. But it was not because of the pipe as he was soon followed by the rest of the band.

Soon after that a video started on the front screen, with the Sukenori commercial from Candis MV, then we were surprised by the "Midnight Top 7" - the music program from Candis. But that's not the end. The two TV hosts from the MV actually came on the stage🤣

(thank you pure luck - I was 2nd row shimote and they were basically in front of me)

They were commenting on the week's top 7 songs as we saw the short videos for each on the left side of the screen.

no7 - Jealous Guy Sakamoto

no6 - Pika Pika Group - 'they're really oh so shiny, aren't they?'㊛

no5 - Cool Boy (Gara) - 'the hot rock ballad'㊚

no4 - sukekiyo's Mozaic Shoujo - 'new sukekiyo's song 1st apperance on the chart'㊚

no3 - sukekiyo's Candis - female host gave us the comment about sukekiyo being into metal casette tapes (like in the MV)

no2 - sukekiyo's Valentina - how amazing that sukekiyo got 4th, 3rd and 2nd spot

no1 - Sibil bashir's 'GOKUMI' aka Fujifuji's old band🤣

(and just a comment - the two hosts played quite different roles, the female host㊛ was a cheeky one (almost evil tbh) while the male host㊚ was playing a silly character)

Then they invited Takumi to join them on the stage, during the short 'interview' the rest of the band members quietly returned on the stage in the dark.

The interview

■new songs

They started the tour in August and Takumi explained that they were rearranging the new songs after the shows. ㊛: you didn't think about how the fans who heard the song then would feel??? T: We did!! We changed them for better! ㊛: the fans who went in August might be here today. They'll be basically different songs now. T: No!💦 same just better. ㊛: I see.

■Takumi's hair

㊚: Did you cut your hair, T? (we all laughed because with the braids T's hair is sooo long right now😂) T:no, it's braided. Is it different? ㊚: it's not. Do you never cut it? T: I don't ㊛: you better don't ask anymore questions.

■Sibil bashir

㊛: I'd like to ask you about Sibil bashir. You know each other well right? So you've placed 4th, 3rd and 2nd. You have to work really hard to get the first place. T: Yes, we'll do our best to not lose to Sibil bashir. (we all chuckled)

㊛Do your best with Mozaic Girl (the whole time speaking in a very unfriendly voice, making Takumi sweat😂)

㊛What a shame [they didn't place first]. Thank you for the interview💀

They talked a bit more about hair when Takumi left, but were 'rudely' interrupted with a guitar sound, 'ah the band is ready to perform'.

Kyo has changed for the 2nd half of the concert.😳

The dress he wore was so interesting! It wasn't proper white, more like very like tan? off white?, the top was basically a cropped trench coat with a lot of lace at the neck line, finished with a wide elastic part in the waist. Then he had a really fluffy knee length organza petticoat skirt, and he had bare legs, the look was finished by his pink tabi boots (he wore black shorts underneath, we could sometimes see them when he was twirling and jumping, those kind of skirts are so fun to move in). Again, a blending feminine and masculine.

He was kind of coquettish during Mozaic Girl, but finished with 'smoking' (no real cigarette, just gesturing).

And we got again an instrumental part before Candis so we could get penlights ready. I REALLY can't wait to see the footage from tonight to see how the floor looked like with the penlights 😆

They followed it with Valentina so we quickly switched to purple penlight😂

Then it was dancy, with Kyo being on fire on stage, singing and dancing. And it was softer.

And then when I heard uso and saw the end credits on the screen I remember thinking 'nooo, i don't want the concert to come to an end' and... it stopped😂 And started to rewind😂

So we were surprised again😂❤️

It rewinded the performance to land at Hyohaku Flavor😆

We also got the MV on the screen including Kyo jumping from the building and Kyo in a bunny suit. On the stage Kyo was dancing until he suddenly stopped and walked off the stage without a second look, diva like.

Gradually they all stopped playing and walked off the stage, until it was only Takumi playing 'on the broken piano'. Then he also left.

We clapped as he left, but only fot a bit before the annoumcements started

■Tour info

October 2023 ...😂

sukekiyo will have their 10th anniversary

Each place is under repair (lmao)

■MV

We got to see the music video for Mozaic Girl. Wow it's fun😆 as soon as I saw the shoulder of the bunny I couldn't help but laugh, knowing what will follow😂 I'm sure they will publish it soon, so won't say more.

I hope to see next year the other half of things Kyo wants to do but couldn't include yet! Because being not only awed again and again by the musical performance, but also being surprised, seeing a performance becoming something new, literally seeing the music video world being brought on the stage, it's all very thrilling!

[crimsontroupe]

Talking about Aliah for a moment while my brain refuses to work on replies.

I find it very interesting that for as long as Absalom existed, so did the Margolus family. (gestures to the sky) Their conception was just that they broke off from an already existing mage family. And with that comes the necessity to prove yourself and the reason for cutting off ties with the rest of the family. 

As the Margolus’ rose, so did the rift between them and the original family. ‘Soma are you borrowing names and characters and concepts from your other stuff’ yep! My city now. The Margolus are/were a branch of the Cantorixes, and there is some rivalry between them as you would expect. And that necessity bleeds into the current year, and has been in effect for the longest time. There is a lot of pressure on 'being useful', which usually translates into most of the family becoming public servants of some kind. You are contributing to the city, which proves your value above 'some people' wanting magic and power and secrets to themselves.

Of course the Margoluses want that, too. And they do possess it. Having their own people ingrained so deeply into Absalom's society gives them immense political capital. It gives them a lot of freedom to move around pieces the way they want, to set things the way they want.

This will tie into the eventual post that I will make about Aliah and his half-siblings (and his relationship - and lack of one - with them), but it is only logical that he is a teacher and a politician. It is only logical that his family would push him as one of the possible candidates for the Primarch, as if his accomplishments as Spell Lord are not enough.

While Aliah does not view others by how much they accomplished, he does view his family members and regards them based on their contributions to the city as a whole, and their potential. And when you think about it, his dedication to the city is absolute. He has his own goals (and that might involve the fraying of reality as we know it), until he accomplishes them himself... it is very obvious that he will dedicate his entire energy towards the city and its protection. Absalom is plagued with many issues, but it is also supported by people who would rather not have the city crumble until they can achieve what they want.

Aliah is one of those people. He is ruthless and he will appear almost 'evil' depending on your intent, but he takes his job very seriously. His jobs, rather - he is an excellent teacher and a great tutor, provided you are willing to learn. You may ask him anything, and he will answer. But you need to possess the desire for knowledge, the desire to improve. As unreachable as he is, and as enigmatic as he is - there is a side of him people can achieve if they play their cards correctly.

Not that getting his attention is any good, but that is not what should matter to you is it-- He truly is a person who despite his own personal alignment (chaotic evil) poses and acts as lawful evil in society, due to understanding its necessity and its value. One day I will write down the relationship between his family and the other important Absalom families but... someday.

I have just been (thinking emoji) about his deep connection and love to Absalom, which is the closest you will get to genuine feelings out of him. He enjoys the sea, his lair faces the port so he can watch the ships come and go. There are distinct smells in the city (spices, magic, perfumes) that you cannot get anywhere. He is a perfect fit for the city, despite his own goals. And interestingly enough, his own opinions do not necessarily reflect the ones of his family. So he does favor some interesting people and takes some under his wing that might not be viewed in a positive light by some of his old folks. Spoiler alert: he does not care   

I was going to write more but then I realized I was about to enter another subject entirely so. Another time. (I am forcibly removed from the stage before I start talking about fantasy politics for another 2000 words)

[the-hem]

"Crowning Around." From the Maha Upanishad, the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Atman.

What is Atman? Atman is the combination of at, "soul" and ma "how to measure. At in Hebrew means "this is" and ma means "your name is".

Since we are looking at ways to create what is called parva gold, the insight drawn out of Judaism using the Vedas, I will draw more conclusions than usual using smatterings of Hebrew during this Upanishad given the overlap in the terminology fixed in the title of the document.

In order to explain Atman either way, one must understand Brahman first. Brahman becomes Atman when we start looking for signs of the Unseen Means that fosters the creation beginning to end.

Brahman means "remote reality", Atman is again, how that remoteness is made intimate through the use of the intellect and the faculties. The verses we just read state this is done through the searching for one's "ideal place" at the side of one's groom.

The Son of God called Grace is the Groom, we are the Bride, the Center of Creation is founded when recognition of oneself in its nearest reality the Self takes place. In Hebrew we would call the moment Atman is founded as Shabbat.

The next verses explain how Atman is realized according to the Upanishads:

I-7. Again, Narayana, desiring something else, thought. From his forehead a person arose with three eyes and a trident, having glory, fame, truth, celibacy, austerity, detachment, mind, lordship, seven Vyahritis (Bhur etc.,) along with Pranava, Rik and other Vedas, all metres is his body – so, he is the great Lord.

I-8-9. Then again, desiring something else, he thought – From his forehead, sweat fell and became the wide waters: from it a bright golden egg – in it was born the four-headed Brahma facing east.

Narayana became the Vyahriti, Bhur, the chandas Gayatri, the Rig-Veda and the deity, Agni.

Facing west he became Bhuvar, the chandas Tristubh, the Yajur-Veda and deity, Vayu.

Facing north, he became Vyahriti Suvar, Jagati-chandas, Sama-Veda and the deity Surya.

Facing south he became Mahar, chandas Anustubh, Atharva-Veda and Soma.

Vyahitris are "statements" they are mantras that are said to create a sudden state of Realization. They are condensed like sweat on the brow by peering into the Four Realms which are Bhur the earth, Bhuvah the residence, all life on earth, Suvar , "the golden light of awareness" and Mahar, "the Resin."

First is the study of the Upanishads. This happens at the dawn of Self-Realization, and explain why Brahma, the creator has four heads. The first stage is associated with emptiness.

Second is the Gayatri Mantra, which externalizes the blessings of the Vedas using the Fire of Speech. The second stage is associated with the yoke of self-control.

Third is the Wind, which is a change in Right Contact between the self and other selves. Third is the Sama Veda, which leads to understanding of the sage.

Fourth is the Resin, or the Shabbat, the distilled virtues of all the former. Fourth is the final stage called athar, or worship. In Hebrew this means to "crown around."

The verb עטר ('atar) means to surround. It occurs only twice in the Bible: Psalm 5:12 and 1 Samuel 23:26. Its derivations are:

The feminine noun עטרה (atarah), meaning a crown or wreathe (Ezekiel 21:26, Esther 8:15, Job 19:9).

The verb עטר ('atar) meaning to coronate or give a crown (Psalm 65:11, Isaiah 23:8).

The Brahman is far away, the Atman is near, the Crown is closer still once the Four Directions also called Upanishads in the Science of the Eternal are mastered.

See this also from the Muktika Upanishad:

I-ii-6. "Men who are seekers after Liberation and well-equipped with the four requisite means! (the four Vedas).  

Approached properly, with gifts in the hands, a good teacher who is dedicated, belonging to a good family, well-versed in the Vedas, interested in the scriptures, of good quality, straightforward, interested in the welfare of all creatures, compassionate and learn in the prescribed manner the one hundred and eight Upanishads; study them through listening, reflection and deep absorption continuously; the accumulated Karmas will be dissolved, the three kinds of bodies (gross, subtle and causal) are abandoned and like the ether of the pot when released from its Upadhi (name and form), rise to the level of fullness called Videha-mukti “freedom from the whims of the body”.   

This indeed is the Absolute Liberation (Kaivalya-mukti- Freedom to live one’s own life). That is why even those in the Brahma-loka, get identity with Brahman after listening to the Upanishads from his mouth. And for everyone Absolute Liberation is stated to be (attainable) only through knowledge; not through Karma rituals, not through Sankhya-Yoga (meditation on the Names of God) or worship. "

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

裂傷 // DR. DENDA // C02.001 [RE: MAXIME, LOIC, JINPACHI, MIKAZUKI]

At first, Ikko’s face does not register any particular response to the discussion of morality. But when Maxime delivers that smile to the group, a tiny divot slices its way between her brows. He’ll know this isn’t personal, anyway.

“…No, I don’t think Otsuka-san or Soma-san were attempting a referendum on the worth of anyone’s life. If I understand correctly, Otsuka-san is simply saying that the evidence is inconclusive as to intent, and Soma-san is saying that given the complicated nature of the case, it may be wise to consider how we’ll vote in advance of the emotional frenzy that comes with decisive evidence.” (…) “I understand if not everyone wants to participate in logistical discussions of a person’s life, but it’s essentially what we’re being forced to do here. Nobody is enjoying it, but shutting it down and voting without deliberation is simply not a constructive route.”

She’s phrasing this as constructively and patiently as she can, because she understands the other side. Personally, Ikko also despises having to decide the value of someone’s life, and will vote accordingly… but it is the assignment given, and she’d rather the others speak freely on a valid concern without being seen as saying something incredibly callous. She could point out how most people here were happy to exercise compassion until the actual time to vote came around, but…

“Anyway, I hope we’ve all reached the conclusion that the chance of an accidental killing was high. This isn’t an uncontroversial theory, and despite the fact that it can’t strictly be proven yet, I’m inclined to believe it too. Still, I think both Mr. Knight and Otsuka-san’s contributions have proved that explicit discussions of intent and how we will respond to it in the voting stage are necessary.”

She folds her hands together, looking to reroute the discussion to a more practical direction for now.

“My opinion as a doctor was mentioned earlier, and unfortunately, there isn’t much to say this time. Other than corroborating the pronouncement of death due to impact trauma to the head, my medical opinion is that Mx. Valentine fell in the exact spot he was found, and died instantly.”

(…)

“…Here’s one route I’d like to suggest, anyway. The person in the carriage with Mx. Valentine wrote in his blood, most likely with a finger, and caused abrasions to his skin with their nails. Checking hands and nails for blood residue may turn up evidence… and given the physics of how broken glass behaves, we may also locate some shards.”

[arun-pratap-singh]

Japan midfielder Yuki Soma to join Portugal's Casa Pia

Japan midfielder Yuki Soma to join Portugal’s Casa Pia

Yuki Soma. (Photo courtesy of J-League)(Kyodo) Japan and Nagoya Grampus midfielder Yuki Soma has agreed to a loan deal with Portuguese first-division side Casa Pia, a source familiar with the matter said Saturday. The 25-year-old played in Japan’s 1-0 loss to Costa Rica in a group-stage match at the World Cup in Qatar before the Samurai Blue advanced to the round of 16. He also played for hosts…

[wavveswavves]

7/21 - Ventura, CA - Ventura Music Hall - TICKETS

7/22 - Santa Cruz, CA - The Catalyst Atrium - TICKETS

7/23 - Oakland, CA - Crybaby - TICKETS

7/25 - Portland, OR - Aladdin Theater - TICKETS

7/26 - Seattle, WA - Neumos - TICKETS

7/27 - Boise, ID - The Grove Plaza - TICKETS

7/28 - Salt Lake City, UT - Urban Lounge - TICKETS

7/29 - Boulder, CO - Fox Theatre - TICKETS

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[jjungkooksthighs]

Claws of Carnality | jjk (7)

Pairing: alpha jungkook x omega reader

Genre: smut, fluff and angst, abo/werewolf!au, soulmate!au, fantasy!au 

Rating: 18+ / nsfw

Word Count: 7.4k

Summary:  When you and your alpha rivetingly reunite for the Offering Ceremony, you are thoroughly twitterpated in his display of intent to you that colors your entire being with affection for him, but you will soon find that he isn’t the only one that has his sights set on you...

Warnings: alpha!jungkook, possessive!jungkook, jealous!jungkook, dom!jungkook, sub! reader, omega!reader, mentions of breeding/ruts/heats, mentions of blood, mentions of a mark, slick and pre-ejaculatory production, scenting, mating rituals and hunting 

A/N: What a ride this chapter has been. From the many drafts I had of the original version that went through various reworks before I initially posted and then onto the deletion of that from Tumblr only for an alternate version to be made in my efforts to better guide understanding of the story, this chapter has started from one destination and landed somewhere across the other side of the world. 

I hope that this version is easier to digest after the heaviness of the original and much work has been done to ensure that. All feedback that was given to me on the previous rendition of this chapter was greatly appreciated even if some of it hurt, so those who reached out, I thank you. I hope that you all will continue to let me know what your thoughts are as I thrive on comments and feedback that show to me what you guys really think about my work. Please make me a happy author and share your feedback with me on this revised version that I made just for you guys! 

Also, you will notice the gif I used this time is different. That is because that look is what Jungkook has somewhere in this chapter (because lbr here I am a slut for Black Swan Jungkook). There might additionally be an insert that looks somewhat familiar to something we have all screamed over, so that will be interesting to see if anyone catches what it is. 

For my readers that enjoy auditory stimulus while they read, I wrote this chapter entirely to Jungkook’s “My Time” and I implore you to listen to that while you read because it really sets the mood and perspective I had in the sentiments that I wanted to convey for this part (not to mention I fucking love that song like a child adores their favorite toy). You may find while listening that a certain part resonates especially deep with it. Bonus points to anyone that catches the special allusion! 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 8 Part 9

Suffering in silence amid the agonizing absence of your alpha, every second spent without him is dragged on by cruel hands of time that languidly pass with lethargy in the wake of the sun’s slumber.

 Despite the powerful paroxysms that wrack every fiber of your being, your heart paddles agog with anticipation while you wait anxiously for your alpha as your irises sweep like a whirlwind through the woodland in the distance in their frantic frenzy to find under their storm the bringer of the tempest of emotions that rain over you.

 The knoll erected just before the greenwood is certainly an insolent impediment that blocks and bars your sights from penetrating pervasively into the forest’s opening as you whimper in the damned denial of your mate.

 You hardly notice the profoundly proliferating mound of quarry in front of you that the same beta tugs and tows from the forest in an accumulating aggregation that far surpasses the small, sad excuses for the other piles of game that other betas pull from the forest in their lugging of the conquered prey of each alpha that they serve.

 The name of this particular one drifts away from your comprehension in the turbulent gusts that your alpha spews over you even in your separation that cloud your mind of all but him.

 By now, the sun has lain itself to sleep below the horizon and, in its place, the moon has awoken augustly from her own chamber to seat herself atop her throne at the sky’s crest. This night, she is tainted red with the crimson of the lifeblood within all creatures under her care in a rare occurrence that is otherwise known as the Blood Moon. 

Occurring only twice a year among the winter and summer solstices, the striking shade is symbolic of the wild impulses that drive all living beings and even the stars pulse like veins through the sky’s soma in their own frenzied palpitations.

 The moon’s subjects of omegas, alphas and betas all throng tightly together in clusters behind the garden of newly presented omegas that have blossomed with maturity, the cheerful chattering of all the wolves of your pack blooming around you in the warmth of excitement that spouts from them like water. You are rooted like a flower to the ground amidst the field of other omegas that have recently presented, your limbs planted there by the elder who had brought you from the woods.

 It had been an onerous omission on your part to abstain from hissing at her when her bony, knuckled hands had grasped your arms in the utter dissatisfaction that had erupted like a volcano within you in the urge to tear her off of you in the lack of heat that her touch- which had been so definitively and determinately not your alpha’s- had been incapable of warming you with.

 It had been so unlike what your alpha easily instilled upon you in his calefaction that rolled off of him in waves and, in wanting only your alpha’s hands on you, you’d had to bite down on your tongue to keep from releasing the noise of dismayed dissatisfaction and risk being begrudgingly berated for an unruly display.

 Once she’d ambled away, it was your secret that you’d pulled the furs your alpha had given you closer around you to bask in his scintillating scent, the pelt closing comfortingly around you to offer you some much needed incalescence while some, but not all, of the tension pressing down on your shoulders had lifts away.

 Niva, who stood behind you, had giggled as she asked, “Are you that gone for him, darling?”

 Your cheeks had reddened in embarrassment before you’d looked back at her to quietly mumble, “I am. Irrevocably and unequivocally.”

 You watch with bated breath as alphas begin to ascend from over the hilltop that stands to attention just before the woodland as you all but tremble in anticipation to find your own among them.

 They are all cleaned of the blood, sweat and tears from the prey they slayed and most are dressed in exorbitantly expensive threads that have likely never before been worn before today. 

They are donned under furs from which the alphas acquired in hunts years past in the aged, tanned colors of them all that are draped over each wolf’s shoulders as they come to stand in front of their designated deposit of game they have proudly procured in effort to offer it to their desired partner amidst the line of omegas that have been arranged opposite of them.

 It is tradition that the sins of death be wiped away from them before an omega's virtues of life can fully cleanse the alpha that would receive them.

 Incurring impatience is what has you whine out for your alpha that still evasively eludes your visage as you searchingly seek him while your wolf cries for the only one that could possibly quiet it as a familiar figure separates from the amalgamation of agglomerated elders that have accumulated along the west and east sides of the stage before she takes her place on the beamed boards that circularly coalesce into the timbered stage.

 Amidst the jovial jabber that percolates through the air, the lead elder, who is also your grandmother, raises her hands over her head so that the moonlight drips down onto her upturned palms as she shouts, “Children! Tonight, we commemorate the adulthood that our blessed mother of the moon has acknowledged in these youth before you,” the lead elder lowers both arms to gesture to you as fondness showers over her before she softens, “And among them is my beloved grandchild, Y/N, who hails from the purest of bloodlines and who has been the sole caretaker of our pups and livestock in her dutiful and devout service to her pack since her very juvenility. Let us commend both her and those she was raised alongside in this momentous moment!”

 There is a thunderous applause that bursts roaringly around you as exhilaration energizes you anew whilst every wolf in attendance animatedly hoots and claps with a delighted dynamism that has you smiling happily as the sounds bound through you with the liveliness of a sprite.  

 It leaps through you ceaselessly and when you breathe in to give it more room to prance around within you, that’s when your lips lift in gratified gaiety in the unmistakable undeniability of the scent of myrrh that skirrs insatiably forth until it has found and enveloped you in its mighty musk as you sigh with satisfaction at the realization as it wantonly wafts around you.

Jungkook, your precious mate, must be close by.

 The knowledge has your heart skipping a beat as your wolf bays amidst the kindles of joy that light themselves within you in the rapid recognition of the presence of your other half somewhere in the distance.

In the cesspool of odors of all the other wolves that odiously stink and reek through winds around you, it is a taxing task to attempt to locate the origin of the aroma you have come to adore ardently.

All you can do is readily revel in the piquantly pungent incense that incites your baser being with inclination to rejoin with its mate and to find solace in the euphoric utopia of his waiting arms once more.

 Some of the lead elder’s words are lost to you amongst your alpha’s essence that wraps willfully around you in a brume that brushes eagerly against you while the ovation that, somewhere along the way, has gradually quieted while the last of the alphas have found their allocated allotment next to their corresponding heaps of seized, slain prey.

They are organized according to rank with the first place that heads the row of alphas belonging to the wolf boasting the highest station amongst his dynamic as their chief in charge of them all through the title afforded to him through his strength, power and bloodline.

 Such were no match for any other alpha that had been unwise and unfortunate enough to face and bear the brunt of his sharp claws in battle that ended in loss to any that opposed him as the rightful pack alpha.

 It is Jungkook’s locus at the vertex of the line that is empty and while the sight should distill doubt’s inklings within you, your alpha’s reassuring redolence is there to caress you in the swathing surety that he’s near. In your endeavored expenditure to catch a glimpse of Jungkook, you fail to detect that there is not one desolate domain that is devoid of an alpha in front of you, but four.   

 Still, you’re hardly at the liberty to discern that within the olfactive haze of your alpha’s pheromones that effervescently enfold you in their pleasing particles.

 When your irises chase the lingering trace of him that is everywhere and nowhere at once to no avail yet again, you pout and, in the distance, a pair of golden eyes glint with mirth at the spectacle of you that is so incredibly and charmingly cherubic to their beholder.

 A knowing expression momentarily crossing the lead elder’s face, your grandmother steps back before smiling fondly at you before her eyes carry their focus across the line of omegas that have been bestrewn along the grasses to your right before returning to you as she proclaims, “My dear grandchild, I welcome you and your fellow omegeans to the maturity that the wolves within you have flourished so beautifully with. May the most worthy of alphas earn you this night under the approving nod of our maternal moon that shall watch us from above,” she gives a revering salute to the celestial body above as she crosses her fingers over her heart in a spherical motion before bowing and when she stands once more, she trumpets, “With that, let us begin the Offering Ceremony!”

Upon her final words, she hobbles haltingly back down the wooden stairs connected to one side of the stage with some aid from the other elders in the age that has stolen away the strength of her feeble, frail ligaments as another round of applause fiercely flies through the land on the wings of the air that carry it as good-natured gossip joins it.

 The stage is emptied but for a moment before an alpha emerges from the arched lumbered and logged mouth opening onto the platform, the tongue of timbered planks spanning outward in a circlet as the wolf takes his starting position for his celebratory dance before a flurry of flutes cast their music from the forelimbs of the wooden body under the deft fingers of the pack’s musicians.

You do not recognize this wolf and it takes only a second for your attention to sway elsewhere as your alpha’s scent draws you back to him when its mists cling in their sedulous sumptuousness to you.

 It is tradition that all ceremonies and events initiate with performances meant to embody the heart of the occasion. Through their artistically aesthetic displays, tangible forms are given to the impalpable sentiments that the pack amasses in its harnessing  of sensibilities toward such a jovial jamboree in the dances that are done to reflect those avid attitudes of each wolf imbued innately with such enthusiasm.

 Following this, alphas are the first to proffer a present to their desired partners in declaring and dedicating the winnings of their hunt to their chosen omega. In exchange for the bounty, the omega then gives something of their own to their alpha as a symbol of intent to be paired exclusively with each other.

 If there are offerings that exceed those of a single alpha for one omega, challenges or duels can be instigated and thusly proctored in official matches in their efforts to win an omega.

Such battles end either through submission or when one wolf is left incapacitated in the incapability to rise from the ground through the wounds that always leave their bodies in tatters through the violent nature of the fight for a mate.

The losing combatant forfeits their rights to claim an omega if they are bested by their opponent and the omega is not given a choice to accept the victor even if the alpha that wins them is not the one they had hoped to have, for it is a rule that the superior wolf who dominates another and exhibits that they are the more capable provider to the entire compound is the worthier being in their ability to protect their omega.

Following this, an intended pair of wolves each bestow matching marks that they paint onto each other in the blood of the strongest, most fearsome prey that an alpha robbed of its life in the honor of their omega.

 After that, they are free to depart to a den the alpha is to have carefully crafted in preparation of his mate where the two are then meant to consummate their bond that will seal them together forevermore, for the brand of tooth marks that the two leave on each other through the throes of rapturous ecstasy would bind them to one other until the end of their days in the ultimate deed of giving themselves to each other through such an intimate act.

 Daedal devotion linked the delicate affairs of courtship that you had always thought was so romantic and you can’t help the thrilling sensation that cascades over you at the prospect of what is to come alongside a particular alpha that has captured your mind and soul in his very palm.

 His scent swirls enticingly around you as your irises, once again, flick along the endless expanse of the forest beyond while you squint as if that would help you to better see into the greenhood that grasps him away from you. Try as you might, you still cannot glimpse the apple of your eye from the fanning ferns careening from the underbrush as you whine once more in his hedging of you.

As his tang drapes itself over you, it stirs in its insistence his voice that echoes through your mind to remind you, “I will return for you and when I do, I will make you mine forever.”

 Your anxiety is quieted in his quintessence that settles like a blanket over you to warm you in his stead as you continue to scour scrupulously around you for any smidgen of him that might deliver you to the truth of his whereabouts, your focus narrowed now in the thin beam of light that luminates your mind only with the purpose of finding him.

 Lost in your fossicking forage for him as you are, the first wolf that had arrived on the stage is replaced by another and after that, two more.

 By the time that six have gone, you’re no closer to illuminating your vision with his candescent luster as you peer longingly at the vacant spot that parallels your own where your alpha should be standing as yearning pulls at your heartstrings in his devastating absenteeism as you tug his pelt tighter over you.

 When the yakking and chatting of the wolves behind you is blown out like a candle in the current that sweeps them through in awed astonishment at the same instant that the pheromones lacing over you thicken in headiness in their willful wiles, that’s when your irises are whisked away, lured as they are to the baited source of it all.

 Your breath hitches when golden eyes pierce your own, fiery fervor flashing in them amidst the ferocious flames that lick hungrily at him from all directions in their passionate parchedness to welcome him into their warmth.

 His irises rove ravenously over you, heat coiling low within you as your wolf preens at the attention while you do the same.  

 Covered in the color of soot, Jungkook’s lower half is ashen with cindered linen that clutches with cohere to him in every slew of thew cording his legs. Adorning his middle is a blackened buckskin belt that bears a perfect hourglass shaped waist and already your salivary glands are fructuously fertile in their gushing of spittle within your jaw that drops when you drink in the overtly obscene shirt that is provocatively provoking in its transparency that elicits the subsequent swoons of omegas around you. 

It leaves nothing to the imagination and, like a second skin, vaunts every delicious dip and ridge of his mouth-watering musculature.

 It is decorated with patterned patches in the shapes of burned brambles that are woven across the material meant to inspire illicit impurities in all that are fortuitously fortunate enough to behold your alpha in how it sinfully sticks to him. Encircling his neck like a thick collar, the shirt bands around him and over it, a blazoned blazer engulfs him. Like it has been seared through by fire, it is open to reveal his clothed chest in its entirety.

Tendrils of dark hair fall over his face in dangerous, wild wisps that curl amidst the humidity that overtly obsess over them.

 You can hardly contain your own ire of want that simmers through you at the sight all of that and, when you trail your visage back up to his eyes, they are brightened with amusement while he dares to flick a sculpted brow as if to tease, “Like what you see?”

 You lick your lips as a whimper traitorously escapes you while a wolfish grin lifts at his own before the symphony of flutes and lutes harmonize in the opening notes of their song and they sing soulfully for a few meters.

 When your alpha begins his damning dance to the thrumming tempo of the waiata whispering through his ears, you already know you’re going to fall even more for him in an impossibly irredeemable descent that you have no wish to ascend away from.

 Your alpha sidles forward with purpose pervading his slow movement, his irises burning torridly into your own with the finer feeling that fully fulgurates them before he spins on one foot while the chords of both instruments twirl together with him as he whirls around to face you once more.

 The melodic music is, like your alpha, insistent in its eagerness to call commandingly to you in the way that its trill lowers and soon deepens with the same tantalizing temptation into his darkness that captivates you to him in your pure light.

 In his meticulous motion, his fingers close around the end of his jacket that he’d caught in an open palm upon completion of his turn only to strum his fingers through the air with the other hand as if he were stroking the strings of an invisible lute between his arms.

 He draws his free hand backward before smoothly and flowingly sweeping it forward only to then arc it behind him in a circular kinesis, his chin following his hand like it is tied around his wrist by twine. He repeats this once more, his eyes never straying from yours in the heated intensity that warms your very being as he stares only at you the entire time.

 Like a match being struck in various vertices over him, every movement sparks the flinted flicker of white that births from it the embers of an inferno amidst the small moonstones that have been adroitly added over his blazer.

 When he steps forward to be bathed by the scarlet rays of the moon that color him in the passion that he dances with, that’s when he vocalizes the sentiments for you that move him in a lyrical lilt that is in sound synchronicity with the instrumental tune he’d written himself.

 As he takes in the way that you melt under the smoldering charcoal of affection for him, he can’t help the words that fall freer than rain on a spring day as he allows his emotions for you to pour out of him while you thaw him with your own rays of radiance that glisten in your eyes and in the way that you fondly look on at him like he’s the only one that exists in your world.

 His baser being demands that he show to you what you mean to him and so he does.

 He sings how rapidly his life had gone by and how lonely with lorn he’d been in his wait for his mate in the incertitude of whether he’d been correct in his way of living without you while his arm lifts so his fingers point toward the sky that, through its unstopping hands, had turned the cogs of time.

 “Oh, I think I was in yesterday ‘cause everybody walk too fast, don’t know what to do with, am I livin' this right?”

 He chants to you about the time that had been stolen sufferingly away from you both in your childhood and adolescence that had barred you both from each other in the forbidding rules of the compound that outlawed with onus your unavoidable union.

 “Why am I alone in a different time and space? Oh I can't call ya, I can't hol' ya, Oh I can't…”

 He proclaims the struggling strife that had wracked him in being forced to remain apart from you for so unbearably long in his cover behind the trees while he’d watched over you as his soul had cried for the only one that could complete it in the days he’d spent following the orders of his father.

 “Sometimes when I’m gasping for air, I wear my hat low and keep running, yeah, I don't know where I go, even if it's opposite of sun…”

 He chronicles with vivid verve the verdict that he has brimmed blisteringly with in your brilliance that shines as bright as the stars above while he pumps his closed fist gently against the heart that thumps only for you as he continues, his hand dragging through the hair you’d pulled on in effort to induce his mercy in the wood before he runs his other palm along the thigh he’d watched you so beautifully pleasure yourself on while he’d been blessed with the view of your damned delight atop of him.

 “One time for the present and two time for the past, I’m happy that we met each other now til' the very end…”

 He declares to you that you are, after so long, the Eve that he will always escape into the verboten oasis to find as he jumps high in the sky, his spirits soaring for you as he watches you reach dotingly for him before he lands to extend a hand of his own to you before spinning in a circle like a clock to once more face you.

 “Oh, I will call ya, I will hol' ya, oh I will and yes you know, oh yes you know that I will...”

 Enraptured in ardency’s hold over you, Jungkook’s gleaming gold irises are streaked so profoundly with earnest elan that, as they sink into the riveting depths of your own, they scintillate with silver like the genial moon that you are to him as it washes over his eyes the farther that he descends into your deep devoutness that floods you for him.

 In the irrefutable irrepressibility of your own sentiments for him, your own eyes dye themselves gold like the sun that is your alpha to you.

 His dulcet words phosphoresce the burgeoning seedlings of affectionate attachment to him as he nears you along the lip of the stage that is speckled with candles that cast their light over him like sunbeams themselves that, through their heated kisses, leave him shimmering in an ethereal golden glow that radiates out into the night that has befallen you. 

You do not know if a more mellifluous voice exists in the world than his own with the way the chords of your own heart are struck with each soulful solfege that is uniquely and undeniably him as his eyes seek nothing but you, who has brought so much lustrous light to his sky.

 Neither of you pay any mind to the collective series of shocked gasps or astonished huffs that are emitted from the converged crowd behind you.

 In the stuttered stupefaction that fastens itself to them like moss to a tree, all eyes are on you and your alpha that take notice only of only each other amidst the mutated metamorphosis that had transfigured the irises of both of you to match those of the other through the gift of sight that marks two soulmates in their belonging to one another.

 Such an ocular occurrence had not been recorded for over seven thousand years in the rare paucity that the moon granted with the declining diminishment of purebreds descended from the lupi antiquis.

 Thus, in the episodical exceptions where the celestial body did bestow such an innately intimate connection between two wolves, it was said that their zealous zest for each other would guide them in their reigned rule over the other wolves that would bring prosperity and peace for generations to come under the moon’s favor.

 Yet, under the music’s metrical melody, its sonorous spell casts a coddling cocoon over you and your mate until the silken thrum hums around only the two of you as its fibered filaments shield everything but the both of you from each other’s vision.

 Your mate’s vociferous voice fades after the chanted crescendos ravel into decrescendos until the collection of euphonious sounds wrap wholly and completely around you as his body moves with the beat of the organ that pumps only for you within him.  

He plants both feet to the floor before a hand trails down his body in a vinelike display while one leg is uprooted off the wood beneath him to swing in front and behind him as if he’s embedded into it and can’t bear to relinquish himself from the earth that grounds and supports him like you do.  

 Like the celestial bodies whose hands that turn time, he easily epitomizes this when he steps forward, his arms turning in a spherical motion akin to that of sun’s path through the realm above during the days it brings before the moon journey in her brother’s stead as the siblings of the sky steal away the lost moments that had been wracked away from you both amid their ceaseless passing.

 His wrist then flicks outward as if he’s trying to halt the spindles of a chronometer from ticking precious time away from him as his irises flare frenetically into your own with the fervor that flecks them.

 You whine for him as he moves, his fervent feeling made so precisely palpable with the way his shoulders roll in circles along with the crux of the heart sitting in his chest that hastens its already quickened pace as he glimpses the tender smile lifting along your lips.

It sets his very soul afire with contentedness before one and then the other hand pounds against each pectoral only to then sweep upward to tangle through his hair as his legs splay outward so that each thigh bulges boastfully against the fabric while his wolf howls when he hears you suck in a breath.

 It is one that sputters with a stammer from your lips in the emotion he’s nurtured inside you and drawn forth from the deepest recesses of your body that wails needily for him, your wolf baying with want to be closer, nearer and together.

 The sound you make lathers itself like honey over his ears and he’s sure he’ll never tire of that with how breathlessly bewildered you had seemed all because of him.

 He’s swiftly besieged by his baser being to show to you how much you affect him and to display to you what you do to him in his deep-seated desire for you and, never one to bypass his urges, he does not cage it.

 Once his hands have streamed through his luscious locks, he trickles them over his face, irises still settled along the substrate of your own as his fingers drag downward to collect the lapels of his blazer before, in one fluid motion, he sheds it from his shoulders as a loud whimper dribbles from you while you absorb attentively the salacious sight before you.

 His hair has fallen crazedly over one eye in curved, thick tufts as an iridescent iris dappled in the chroma of the orbs that oscillate through the sky during the night and day. Through his continued movements, the mingled union of a silver and gold buries itself as deeply as it can within your depths as the offending piece of clothing trails lower until it pools at his wrists.

With a devastating grin, he puffs out his chest with proud pride, a sheen of sweat shining under the thin material amongst dark, dusky nipples that nip against it in protest of its tautness that chafes against them.

 Instantly, your legs are rubbing against each other without your mind’s notice as he smirks when your essence that is spawned by your sex spumes over you before its titillating tinge rises in the air to collect under his nostrils.

 Your rousing spice seasons every recess of his body in the relish that causes his pupils to dilate in craving, his member growing hard within his trousers for you as he pulls his lip between his teeth with a growl before gyrating around and when your irises meet once again, he pivots to the side at the same time his fist opens and closes while he outstretches a hand for you.

 Your limbs are slowly sapped of their strength with each measured movement that he makes and when he runs toward you until he’s dangerously close to the edge of the stage, you think he might reduce you to a puddle on the ground beneath him when his hand returns to the corpulent collection of muscles cording the crus of his leg as he whisks one palm along his thigh while he rotates his ankle inward to have every tendon jump in a torturously teasing sight while his free fingers curl inward before him as he repeats it all with the other.

 Saliva pools in your mouth as he sleekly and confidently moves with the impressively intricate series of footwork that he glides impossibly closer to you with and with one final twirl and fatal arch of a brow, he shirks the blazer off him entirely while his ligaments lower him down to one knee in sharp, quick movements that have his chest caving in and out while he descends, his head tipping back to bare a neck sluiced with sweat in a sight that has you drooling in want to touch and feel him against you once again.

 Jungkook leers longingly at you when he slides forth onto his other leg with one bent underneath him while the other is jutted out like the perfect throne that you’d gladly fall to your knees for.

 He looks like a god that you would readily worship and yet, he dances like a demon.

 It is with a lethal dark flash of his eyes that he snaps the fingers of one hand to the final strum of the lute while the other trails damningly along his chiseled body until it settles over the swelling cock throbbing for you that you whine with the unyielding yearningness that has captured every inhibited iota within you under his command.

 You are utterly enthralled as his lips move to mouth, “All of this was for you, my omega. Now that everyone knows what we are to each other, no one will dare to keep you from me,” he watches with interest the way that your lips part in his effect on you and curses in how far away you are from him as he utters, “Come to me once I’ve gone away from here, pretty. Your alpha requires your presence after being denied of you in the forest. I will be waiting anxiously for you.”

 When he stands to sink into the shadows behind him that the light cannot permeate, your high-pitched warble still has not dissipated.

 You only realize this when a spindly, bony hand is laid over your shoulder to pull you back and away from the pack of wolves around you while the familiar and oldened voice of your grandmother tries to break through to you in the stupor set by your alpha.

 When you don’t respond to the many redundant repetitions of your name, she squeezes your shoulder to throatily call out, “My, my, my… you are besotted with that alpha that names himself Jeon Jungkook, my dearest granddaughter. I hadn’t the foggiest idea before on why he asked me to allow him to dance, but now I see that it was for you.  I suppose that is to be expected, considering everything."

 It is the mention of your alpha that grapples your attention away from where you’d last seen him as you tilt your head in question before you quietly squeak, “I am very taken with him, but what do you mean by that?”

 She laughs, “Grandchild, these eyes may be old, but I saw within you and he the gift of sight that the moon mother above bestowed to you both that, by her blessed design, declares each of you as the other’s soulmate. Even the gift of olfaction was there, for this nose can still smell the taint of sex that he, along with you, produced during his performance.”

 Your eyes widen and your cheeks burn in embarrassment while you stutter, “Grandma, h-he made me do it. I c-couldn’t help it.”

 She only pats your head to say, “It is nothing to be ashamed of, grandchild. The moon chose him for you. It is only natural that you respond to him in such a way. Incidentally, what did he say to you at the end of his dance?”

 Mortification has you worrying at your lip before as you fidget as you shyly whisper, “He asked that I go to him. I believe he wishes for us to have some time alone together before the offering.”

 Your grandmother nods in understanding and instead of finding any trace of dissenting disapproval in her countenance, she encourages, “Then go and join him, my granddaughter. You must be swift, though,” she steps back to gesture to the row of alphas that stand before the stage, “There are only a few performances left before you and he must return for any challengers that may wish to win you from him, though I don’t see how that will be possible as smitten as you appear for that alpha that you call Jungkook.”

 Gratification steeply swills over you as you embrace her, “Thank you, grandmother. We will be quick as the wind, you’ll see.”

 She waves you off as you scurry with hurry beyond her toward the wooden dwelling that houses the elders, for it secondarily serves as the temporary domain of the dancers that begin the performances where they are allowed to change clothes and prepare in the spare rooms that are located along the first floor.

 You do not notice the shift of silhouettes in the distance as you scamper along, your mind swimming in the waters of your alpha that have soused you so.

 It is only when you are scuttling along the steps that lead up into the den that you hear the whistle behind you before it is followed in a voice saturated far too saccharinely with sweetness that has your tongue souring in its wake as it muses, “Damn, Taehyung. You weren’t lying. She really is such a divine little thing.”

 In the hormones heaving through you, they insistently incur your instincts that are stirred with stimulation only for your alpha and in simultaneous sequence, the repellant revulsion of any wolf that is not him in your baser being’s acknowledged acceptance of Jungkook as your mate.

 Your wolf kecks under the miasmatic fumes of malodors that are bitter and acetic as they burn your nostrils, the stench of alphas heavy in the air as you remain in your place with your back to them while you try to stifle the gag that sits low in your throat as you manage, “What do you want with me? Why are you here and who are you?”

 You recognize one as Taehyung’s, but the other is unknown to you.

 There’s a mawkish chortle that bellows, “You do not know of me? You will, omega. Soon enough, you will. All of you omegas eventually do.”

 The words lift the hairs at the base of your neck in the cloying sugariness of them that clump heavily together in their mission to rot your insides as the swish of grass grows louder in the closing distance between you and the stranger that is an obstructing obstacle between you and your alpha.

 The unabating advance does not terminate and when you furtively glance over your shoulder to see a hand inching toward you, you cringe with the trace of a hiss tinting your voice, “Do not touch me. My alpha is very protective of me and will not be merciful if you toy with what is his. Your friend over there,” you flick your chin back toward the source of the foul odor that you know to be Taehyung’s, “he was not so lucky when he felt it just to try to take me from my alpha.”

 The stranger makes a sound of consideration, “Hm, a creature with some bark to her bite. I like that.”

 It’s as though you’re being backed into a corner, your wolf yelping in protest as you try to rein in your emotions that beg you to beseech your alpha that is so close, yet so far away from you right now. If he does not come for you, it is only a matter of time before your claws will come out in defense.

 Fingers stretch toward you and before they can make contact with your skin, you bare your teeth to sibilate, “It seems you do not understand. It was only I that could calm Jungkook- who is bound to me and I to him by the moon above- through the rage that overcame him when he was ready to maim Taehyung for foolish disobedience,” you turn to pierce your perpetrator with a cautionary glare as you forewarn, “The wounds that were left in Taehyung’s shoulder are but minor lesions of what my alpha will scar you with should you dare to incur the wrath of my mate.”

 In a momentary lapse of an instant, you think that you derive in your detection the distinct aromatic attar of your alpha nearby, but it is fleeting as are the contours that are casted of a darkened outline that, so quickly you think it may have been a trick of your eye, briefly block the light filtering past the opaque aperture of aged glass next to the entrance of the den.

They disappearingly depart almost as soon as they arrive with only a sliver of a scent that remains and without a doubt, there is only one wolf it could belong to in its special singularity.

It had been Jungkook, your alpha.

You wish you could be with him and wonder if an elder had gotten to him before you could, but you’re not given long to ruminate on either of those despite the sudden stoutness that is spritzed over you in Jungkook’s oceanic presence that ebbs and flows faithfully alongside you.

 In spite of it all, it is Jimin who stands before you when you look down on him. He is clad in bloodred silks that contrast clashingly with dark smudging around the sides of his eyes while pewter colored hair hangs loosely over his forehead with the oils that must have been used to carefully style it while he cheekily checks you out much to your discontented dismay.

“What you say is of little concern to me, Y/N. I always get what I want and you will be no different,” he says.

You have seen him only a few times before during his performances and had once thought him to be beautiful as a doll, but now you can see where his stitches have become loose in vainness that bursts at his seams.

You take a step back and away from him, your alpha’s presence pouring itself onto you through the remnants of his smell that douse his confidence over you as you cross your arms to chide, “It is a pity your looks have made you so conceited, Jimin. You have become spoiled and ruined by them, it seems,” you harden your gaze at him, “I am not like everyone else and I do not wish to have anything to do with you because I am already promised to Jungkook, who is your pack alpha that you must obey.”

 One side of his lips lift up his irises hoggishly digest you from head to toe as he decides, “It’s precious that you believe any of that is enough to stop me,” he climbs one step slowly before ascending up the other until he is eye level with you, “Spend the limited time together that you can, little omega. It will be over soon enough when I reap you from him and harvest the most fruitful crop this fucking pack has ever had and plow you until you’re bursting with my seed instead of his.”

 Your alpha has never spoken to you with such disregarding disrespect. It irks you with anger that reddens enflamed within you.

 You grimace at that, disgust damningly withering your insides in its blight as you sneer, “Try it, Park Jimin. You will never win against him. When you lose to him like I already am assured that you will,” you lift your chin in defiance, “you’ll regret allowing that minuscule cock of yours to rule over your tiny, pygmy brain.”

 That earns a titter from him as he replies, “What a little spitfire you are. No matter,” he gibs, “I will tame you soon enough.”

 Obstinance consumes you in its angry wildfire as you scoff, “As if you ever could. Good luck with your attempts that shall only end in bitter failure, for I will never be yours. I belong to Jungkook and there is nothing you could do to change that.”

 “That’s where you’re wrong,” Jimin smiles so wide it’s almost nauseating with how much his lips can twist as he backs away with a quip coming from between them, “When he loses to me-“

 “He will not be defeated by the likes of you. This, I know to be true,” you narrow your eyes in certitude’s credence that your blood sings with.

 “If I do not win you, then Taehyung will. Nonetheless, we shall see, little omega. We shall see,” his vexing voice dims in deliquesce as the moonlight regressively recedes while the two prowling wolves remit themselves into the shadows of utter umbra that swallow them from sight.

 You stand for some moments counting contrived breaths hindered by your ire that had smoked and combusted within you to block your airway from effectively expelling the blazing emotion and it is only when your chest no longer aches with the stressed strain to contract that you set in motility once again to make your way into the elder’s den.

It doesn’t take you long to locate your alpha in the perceptible path of pheromones that lead you to him and there is no havering hesitation that stymies its stall of you from opening the oaken door before closing it as it groans in its senile senescence from the effort of such work.

Any negative sentiments that Jimin had left brewing immediately disintegrate within you as you ogle openly how, with his back to you, your alpha damningly divests from his body the shirt made of pure sin in its tempting taunt to you.

He pulls it from his middle slowly and torturously drags it up to reveal skin soaked by the sun and burned by the claws of combat, the serried slew of muscles lining his shoulders swelling savagely in his mannered motion and only when he lets it fall limply on the floor do his eyes find your own through the mirror he ostentatiously oxidizes you through.

Golden irises specked with silver sear into your own as one brow arches up only for him to rumble out, “Enjoy the show, pretty? I know I did.”

[kyotakumrau]

2021.12.09 sukekiyo at Zepp Namba

The BGM were various songs from Nitzer Ebb, I think most of them (if not all) from That Total Age.

Band members were placed at their usual spots on the stage with their instruments ready. As we waited the light on the stage was pink.

Behind and just a bit above all instruments was a scaffolding usually used to attach lights and speakers but this one was bare, giving the stage a bit of an industrial feel (especially with the BGM).

Concert started right on time, 6:30 and finished 8:03. Band members arrived on the stage without much noise.

They started with the introduction of the band members on the front screen as the band started a session. Kyo used SOMA the pipe, Takumi was on piano. A very cool intro.

Yuchi wore a black jacket with orange elements, like an attached scarf orange on one side black on the other? He had longer boots with pants tucked in. He took the jacket off soon though. Takumi had a longer jacket and a hat, skinny pants, his hair is in braids (like in Candis MV). Mika wore a black shirt with a brighter color tie, his hair is chin length parted in the middle. utA had his signature loose pants and a jacket, bob hair with bangs.

Kyo came on stage wearing a loose fit suit, but then when he reached his stand he stood facing it with his back to the audience. And we could see that the suit had mostly open back, with one strap holding it at the waist level, and Kyo was wearing a black lace bra/bralette. He had slicked back green hair and make up similar to RR photoshoot (you can check his instagram reel).

Tada, foster and mama at the start were wonderful, I didn't expect that kind of start.

There were some bits where Takumi changed the piano melody, I really liked it. He had two stands with keyboards, left one with one and right A shaped one with two.

During Junboku there was a very cool scene with Yuchi playing with one hand on the small keyboard (instead of the drumming thing), other hand in his pants pocket, it was already after he took the jacket off.

And he was mouthing words to (or actually singing?) many songs.

Manierism, Guzo and few more songs had Kyo using the camera on his stand with the projection of his face on the front screen. He put the glasses on during Manierism. During  Guzo some lipstick. And there was dancing.

utA has his special moves with hand raising, stomping and so on.

Creeper, woah woah woah! I love this song!!

Lyrics had a part like 'I'm a B grade product,  only A grade would make him happy'. I think it had heavier parts and clear singing parts, but I have to listen again in Nagoya to confirm😆

The Hole is a heavier/faster one as well.

During some songs like Furesaseru Kyo has opened his jacket as if asking for attention using his body, it's always a bit crashing to see.

Also, he was adjusting his bra straps quite often, sometimes in an alluring way when it matched the lyrics/song, sometimes just as a necessity. Welcome to the women's world 😂

Aishita shinzo with its 'two fingers one tongue' is quite 😳

But at the start of the song Kyo gently took something from the air (gestures) and held it to his chest, putting it inside the jacket if to protect it or keep it warm.

Candis brought out a disco ball!

Kyo's voice was a bit lower than in the studio version, it sounded really cool like that as well! But it changes the mood of the song a bit. Kyo still did all gestures during 嫌 嫌 嫌 and so on.

I love the way Kyo sings in mimizozo, the rawness.

The 2nd session was done before uso, that session😭 it had piano melody that felt like it connects to the next song. (*edited to change Hakudaku for uso, I realized my mistake with the title after Nagoya, sorry)

It finished with a line 'I love you   I wanted to tell you..'.

And Kyo was smoking while singing, I think it was a mentol type one (because it didn't smell terrible), but I don't know enough about cigarettes to tell you more about it😅

And finishing with uso, there are so many stories in sukekiyo lyrics about love, so many different women portrayed, there are some ugly feelings and hurt, uso has hurt too, but also has this peacefulness, acceptance. It changed the energy in the venue and in the listeners.

When band started walking off the stage it took some moments for the audience to start clapping.

[everythingthemoontouches]

Hello 👋🏻 What’s Darakaraka Sun 10th Gemini in Mrigashira (mars lors) Is? thank you ☺️

As a Mrigashira moon, I have to say marry me 😂💕🥺

Since your ascendant is virgo, which is also mercury ruled, you and your Fs could both be academically gifted and have a solid friendship. You'd love talking to them about practically everything moon light touches.

You're probably the opposite of restless. Could be good at reading people. Have some trouble expressing yourself at work or feel that other people steal your spotlight.

I say this cuz the sun holds the lowest degree here.

Since your darakarka is in a Mars ruled Nakshatra, your future spouse is a soldier through and through. Could be very active and believe that everyone deserves a chance to speak (Gemini dk) their mind. Could have a high sex drive and is possibly really sexy. Is able to see various sides of a situation. Intelligent too. Could also have a sense of duty to the people who look at them as leaders. Could have a blog where they like to share the truth (conspiracy theory? Investigative journalism? )

This fs could be Flirtatious af. Someone who wants to enjoy life. Loves to show off how much they know. A jack of all trades - more like a master of every thing they do.

I am not in the habit of denying myself pleasure. You could meet them over drinks? Heck they could also take pride(sun dk) in their bartending skills. I say bartending cuz it involves dexterity of the hand which is a Gemini thing and Mrigashira Nakshatra is associate with soma or drinks that produce exhilaration and a state of bliss.

So what does a sun dk mean for you personally?

Your partner inspires you to share your ideas and interests with the world. They could hype you up and help you work through stage fright.they bring you visibility.

[icanandwillcry]

Me; The Yuki You Know

This is my first post on Tumblr so I decided to introduce myself with this 20 facts about me.

BTW if you know me from IRL, you'll know like, who's writing this(?) idk how to phrase it. But chances are, you came from my insta bio.

My name is Yuki (if you didn't know) and the kanji I was "assigned" is 幸.

I'm fluent in English, Korean, and semi fluent in Japanese.

I'm an ISFJ-T 4w3

I'm a huge MBTI enthusiast and can and will ask you your MBTI and memorize it all.

I like all sorts of art! (digital, traditional, writing, photography, acting, voice acting, etc.) Speaking of which, I'm currently writing a psychological thriller book, and I also auditioned for a voice acting company in Japan, but I didn't pass the first screening TvT so I'll probably try again next year.

I'm super into anime and games, so feel free to talk to me abt those! My current fandoms are: A3!, Criminal Minds, Viral Hit, Teenage Mercenary, Spy X Family, and more.

My favourite voice actors are: Seiya Konishi (also stage actor), Junta Terashima, Yuuki Sakakihara, Soma Saito, Yuusuke Shirai, Gakuto Kajiwara, Kana Hanazawa, Saori Hayami, Ayane Sakura, and Ayana Taketatsu.

My favourite stage actor is Keisuke Ueda.

My favourite A3! Song (they got so much and they're spoiling us help) is probably Double Solitaire.

My favourite overall song is Pomegranate by Soma Saito.

I'll either be super active for long periods of time or inactive for who knows how long jnsfknkvnsdj

I'm really into fashion and makeup too, which were one of my childhood dreams (fashion designer and makeup artist) but my first dream was to become an actress. Now, my dream job is to be a voice actor in Japan while taking on psychiatry on the side.

If you give me a book to read with an interesting bond with two characters, I'll look up for fanart and fanfics of them, and if I don't find jack shit, I'll do it. I'll fuckin' do it and nobody can stop me.

I'm really salty about this one but I used to be 164.5cm, and like, a week after my AP finals I checked it again and I FUCKING SHRUNK. I SHRUNK 1.3 CM. HOW.

I love to cook. Mainly simple dishes but I can make something fancy if I had to. If I had the time to, I'd cook for our family daily but High School likes to fuck over our schedules so I can't.

I clean when I get stressed, but the thing is, I get stressed so much that sometimes there isn't much to clean so I'd like, hold back my tears, mess up my room, and re-clean it. That was like, up until two months ago. After that, now I just... empty my closet and fold everything back in. Everything but the stockings.

I had like, a bunch of sheer tights, right? Like, a crap ton before I started attending my current HS. The reason for that's because we have a uniform (button up, tie, cardigan, hoodie, blazer, skirt, the works) and I always wear stockings. Otherwise I feel naked, and that applies with any skirt I wear. But anyways, I had a shit ton of stockings right? And now that sophomore year's practically over, I kinda realized how many stockings I've ripped. For you creeps wondering why, I didn't do anything kinky. I don't even fall or anything. I actually don't know why my stockings rip so much, and I'm underweight so it's not light my leg fat would just PSSHHT it open? And it's always the knees. Are my knees that sharp? That's just a question for another time tho.

I play 5.5 instruments. I'm saying 5.5 because I haven't gotten the full hang of viola yet and it's just something I've kinda messed around with in my free time. The rest are (in order of comfortability): Violin, Bass guitar, Electric/acoustic guitar, Drums, Piano.

My actual voice is on the lower side. I'm a bit self conscious abt it tho so I kinda tone up? or like, speak in a naturally higher pitch and people don't know that it's not my real voice. I can hit some low notes too, I think I can go down to a D3? Idk how high I can go up to but I can cover the full alto range and probably mezzo or soprano... My other ranges for voice acting is like, typical lolita voices (yk, the cutesy stuff), a bit of shouta voices, yandere laughs (is that even a thing), snobby asshole person voices, and guys.

I'm dyslexic (it's not that bad compared to others) but I've practiced reading lots and now people think I'm lying when I tell them I'm dyslexic xD