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DAY 6 ⇢ Monster-fucking Pairing: kitsune!Satoru Gojo x fem!reader Word count: 2.7k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; public sex; p-in-v; exhibitionism; dirty talk; hints of praise kink; manhandling; Gojo has a tale (nine of them altogether) and fangs; mention of blood/bleeding; Japanese mythology and folklore Summary: Visiting the Shinto shrine – somehow – leads to you getting wrecked by a mischievous trickster fox on an open balcony and with no shame. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]. Divider is mine. Art credit goes to 月刺啾 (@/x2MciyELLRZRhg1) on Twitter [source].

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kitsune 狐 /kɪtˈsuː.neɪ/ noun; a Japanese fox spirit capable of shapeshifting into human form and are known to be cunning and playful, mysterious and malevolent.

You've heard the stories. Read about them. Creatures that use their shape-shifting abilities to take on human form and fool people into doing whatever they want. Tricking their prey into surrendering their deepest emotions and desires – the very essence of life itself.

In the midst of the Azalea festival, when the flowers are in full bloom – teal, lilac, and violet hues painting a pastoral picture – it's hard to find a quiet place. Especially near the main sanctuary of the Shinto shrine. Moving near the offering hall, that was when you first spotted him, towering over everyone.

He was standing beside a fox statue, arm draping over the sculpture's head, fingers as slender and agile as a ballet dancer's tracing the contours of the fox's snout. Your senses felt as though they were playing tricks on you as you watched his eyes – so pale they seemed to shimmer like a frozen lake, its lightness bordering on translucence – glide across the courtyard until they reached your kimono-clad body.

But it wasn't his demeanor – dismissive and blasé, laced with a hint of curiosity – that rendered you speechless. No. Rather, it was his appearance – a fusion of the human and the surreal. Japanese have a word for that: ‘yūgen'.

A shock of silver hair framed his face, its strands made of liquid mercury, catching the faint light of the morning sun. Yet, what truly seized your gaze were the symbols on his face – three sapphire tear-shaped drops gracing the lower edges of his almond-shaped eyes, a matching azure line tracing his waterline, gently extending beyond the corners of his eyes. Two cobalt dots adorned each corner of his upturned mouth, while another trio of sapphire lines adorned his forehead, with the middle one flowing onto the bridge of his sharp nose – reminiscent of the wind's delicate patterns. His skin porcelain-smooth and pale, accentuating the ethereal quality of his appearance.

And for some inexplicable reason, you appeared to be the only one capable of seeing him – it. Coming to a halt beneath the torii gate, he turned his head slightly, a strand of silvery hair cascading down over his left eye. The world around you seemed to hush, a stillness setting in; time itself stilling when his eyes locked onto yours from afar, leaving your lips parted in both awe and intrigue.

"You look so pretty," he murmurs, lips gliding over your neck, "when you're at my mercy."

The sharp sting of his fangs gliding under your ear, tracing the probing vein, causes goosebumps to form and travel along the spines of your arms and legs. You feel the warm hiss of his breath, the hot roughness of his tongue against your neck. Toes curling, feet dirty from the ground as the fox pounds into you. Hands gripping the wooden railing of the small balcony that overlooks a pond with koi fish swimming peacefully in.

You're not sure if someone has seen you yet. Seen the lewd image of getting fucked by someone – something – not entirely humane.

The sharp edges of his claws dig into your hips, kimono long discarded on the floor. Naked body swaying in the rhythm to the sharp thrusts. Softness melting into hardness. Satoru – his name echoed in your mind when his hand first touched your skin; as if you were already familiar with the fox – pulls you back to meet his hips, bare body dressed only in his haori, the same sapphire shade as his eyes, draped over his shoulders, arms hidden underneath the silken jacket.

Each stroke of his cock massages your walls, spreading apart the tender flesh between your legs. The ridge of his head presses up against that sweet spot deep inside you. Your thighs press together so you can feel it again. Little sparks of pleasure shoot through your body, making you moan as he brushes over everything that feels good.

"Huh–," his nails, razor-sharp and dangerous, rake over your abdomen. The palm presses flat against the contour of your tummy – hard – as if he's trying to feel how the tip of his cock bruises the opening of your cervix with each thrust. "Eeaasy now," his voice silky smooth just like his skin, "shush, we don't want anyone seeing you like this, right?"

A particularly loud moan emanates from your chest; his words drawn out by the pleasure surging through your veins. Mind feeling too good to be inhibited by anything else.

"Or do you want your friends to see you getting fucked by the devil like me," Satoru's tone lingers in the back of your head. The hand on your abdomen moving downward, toying with your clit. Rubbing circles before pressing against its sides.

You can feel him smile against your neck as he continues to thrust deep into you, each movement harder and faster than the last. His claws dig into your hips, biting into the skin there in a way that's both abrasive and soothing.

"I can't," the breath rushes out of you, leaving your head spinning and the earth swimming as Satoru pulls back to watch you clutch the railing. You're sure you're going to collapse at any moment, but you can feel him watching as your knuckles grind into the wood. Until he’s leaning in again, lips exploring your shoudlerblades,, "I can't–Satoru–hngh."

He's warm. The skin of his chest presses flat against your arching back.He turns his hips into you; the pressure mounts at your core, building up to a burning coil. Lewd sounds of skin slapping skin heating up your cheeks, burning your ears as shame tickles at the edges of your mind.

It's blaring. Flashy.

Loud.

"Hehe," he chuckles against your shoulder and you feel his teeth sink into the flesh there, careful not to puncture the delicate skin, "what pretty sounds we make."

And for a moment, you allow yourself to drown. To have the fox ravage you. Cock thrusting deep inside and with each withdrawal, your slickness sloshing out of you. Messy and wet. Coating your thighs in it. And yet it urges Satoru to go harder. Deeper.

Leaning over your body, his hands press along your ribcage before coming to rest on the tops of your shoulders. The weight of him feels like it's anchoring you in place – even though all he’s doing is encircling you with his arms and keeping no distance between your two bodies.

Thick white lashes that frame his eyes hide his true feelings while the half-smile playing on his lips remains unchanged.

His thumbs make tiny circles beneath your breasts, brushing across their undersides. A whimper escapes your lips when he pulls away, pulls out. The sudden emptiness prompting a muffled sound from the back of your throat – which earns you a playful slap on the curve of your ass.

"You're very loud, you know that?"

Satoru turns you around, hands remaining on your ribcage as he lifts you up effortlessly. Legs reflectively wrapping around his narrow hips, feeling his hipbones dig into the fat of your thighs. His presence suffocating the air from your lungs with a humid heat.

Your arms strain as you grip the railing behind you, body in the air while Satoru's arm supports your back, the other hand gripping his slick cock.

"It's not–agh," he pats your aching nub before gliding the tip over your slit, collecting the leaking wetness, "not like that."

He grins at you, eyes staring into yours with twinkles of mischief – or lust? – while smearing prespend over your swollen, empty hole.

"So you're not enjoying this," bending over you, kisses your nerves awake, his cheek nudges your head to the side so his lips can nibble at the taut skin of your jawline. And your eyes widen in shock.

People. More than a dozen people walking towards the chōzuya, a water well adjacent to the worship hall right next to the small sightseeing open building on which's balcony you're currently are in. Naked, legs wrapped around a kitsune, body completely exposed.

Just one look to the left is all anyone needs to do.

"Your body's burning," Satoru's breath scorches your ear. His cock, hard and pulsing, teases your entrance until it aches sweetly, "heh–want me to stop, pretty?"

"Ngh–" you shake your head, "don't stop."

"Good, now–," his lips graze yours the moment he slides the tip of his cock inside. Chest rambling with a sound distinctively similar to purring, "be a good girl and let me fuck you."

With that, he snaps his hips until he's buried inside of your cunt, filling you to the brink. Lowering his mouth to your skin, his fangs once again graze your shoulder blade; move alongside your clavicles until he reaches your sternum. Every deep exhale through his nose leaves an imprint on your flesh. It makes you feel like you're burning. Hot coals pressed against your skin.

His hands grip your ass. Kneading the flesh as he sets a relentless pace. Sinking deep inside with each drive of his hips.

Pushing yourself off the railing, you carefully swing your arms over his shoulders. Chest flush against his, you moan when your sensitive nipples graze the hard muscle of his torso.

"Ahh, Satoru–," your face buries in the mop of his hair when you feel his lips encircle your nipple, sucking and swirling his tongue over the mound as he drives his cock in and out of your cunt; so slick and dripping that you feel almost no friction altogether, "feels so good."

His teeth nip at the soft meat of your breast, nipple glossy with saliva as he moves his attention to the other one. You feel it then – or maybe it's been there the whole time – a brush against your thigh; initially thinking it to be his hand. Only they both lay flat against your ass. It's soft. Thick. Bushy. And it wasn't there before, yet it moves around you, slithers until it rests along the length of your thigh.

"You're taking me so well, pretty," his pelvis rubs your clit each time he bottoms out, moving you to sit on the old, creaky wooden railing, allowing his heads to roam your body – which he takes full advantage of – and only tightening the band inside your abdomen, "makes me not wanna feed."

His words fly over your head. Mind fuzzy and empty. Instead, you gasp for breath, the need for air becoming desperate as you clutch onto Satoru, whose relentless thrusts show no signs of faltering.

Toes twitching, your legs tremble around his hips. Moan after moan escaping your throat as your hips grind against his, a pathetic attempt to meet his harsh thrust and grind on his pelvis – to feel at least a tiny slither of pressure against your swollen bud – to which Satoru takes notice. Hand moving to your hip, he squeezes the flesh before moving his thumb over your clit, toying with it.

You feel another bushy tail slither onto your other thigh; it makes your eyes open. That's when you finally take notice of his full nature. He doesn't have actual tails. Instead, something vaguely resembling tails slithers from behind his back. Translucent with blueish hue. You're capable of seeing through them all. The same hue radiates from his skin, from the patterns decorating his face–

Satoru's lips continue their assault on your nipples as curiosity floods your veins.

–it's almost like small clouds taking shape, flying over his body. It's –

"Beautiful," you whimper, feeling him stir underneath your palms. The fox looks up, hips stilling with his full cock warm inside you.

"What did you say," he asks. Eyes leaving the image before you, you cup his face with one hand, locking your gaze onto his – fire meeting ice.

"I said that you're beautiful," your lips trace his nose, the tear-shaped drops underneath his eyes. The dot on the corner of his lips before grazing the soft plumpness of his mouth. It sends tingles through you. A jolt. As if you were touching a sacred artifact, fingers cautiously exploring every curve and contour of his face left behind.

Satoru's breath catches, and he closes his eyes, allowing your exploration to continue for a while.

"Hah," his lips catch yours, an arm sneaking around your middle to bring you closer, the thumb on your clit rubbing and flicking against the nerve, making you whimper into his mouth, "you're the pretty one," he mumbles against your mouth.

Slowly moving his hips back, you feel every ridge and contour of his cock against your insides until only the head remains locked in. Then he snaps. Pushes forward with a newfound fervor.

Satoru's tongue flicks over yours. Sweetness tinges your senses. Like ripe berries on a warm summer day.

"The tasty one," he pulls away, forehead resting against yours as he feels your cunt flutter.

The tension inside your abdomen grows. Coiling around your insides like a tautly wound spring, ready to snap at any moment. Every deliberate movement from him tightens the invisible band.

With each flick of his thumb, your breath hitches, body quivers in response, cunt tightening around him. Each stroke of his cock. Sharp tongue tracing a searing path over your fevered skin, igniting your senses with each pass. Satoru's focus shifts – from your jaw to your neck, to your sternum, leaving no inch untouched by his maddening touch.

His hand squeezes the pliant flesh of your ass, giving it a gentle slap every once in a while when his cock brushes your cervix. You plead for release, voice a breathless whisper against his mouth. His response a flicker of dominance, fingers teasing your clit, pushing you closer to the edge.

"Satoru–mmph–so close," your lips seal over his marking, eyes squeezing shut to contain the overwhelming sensations, "m'gonna cum."

"Then cum," he encourages, his voice a seductive purr as he flicks your swollen clit, "wanna see the face you make, pretty."

The tension reaches its breaking point with the roll of his tongue over your lower lip. The invisible band stretched to its limit. Every sensation, every touch, and every word weaves together into a pool of desire. Making you teeter on the edge, held captive by his electrifying presence, until finally, with one last snap, the tension shatters like glass. The band snaps.

"Ah, Satoru–"

"Ugh–there we go," pain mixes with pleasure. Fangs sinking into your shoulder, his claws dig into the meat on your hips. It stings when your skin is raptured. Crimson beads trail down towards his pivoting hips, fucking you through the orgasm. Through the overwhelming pleasure. Through your body spasming, cunt contracting against his cock.

He doesn't stop.

Not until the world fades away.

(Guess you should have seen that coming. What is the saying? Never trust a fox.)

"Hey, c'mon. Wake up."

You sense hands on your shoulders, shaking you vigorously. As you reluctantly open your eyes, a familiar face hovers above you, bathed in a soft, afternoon light, accompanied by a group of others. Your friend gives your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, grounding you as you blink away the remnants of slumber.

Oh no.

Hastily lowering your gaze, relief washes over you when you realise you're fully dressed. But if you're fully dressed…

"What happened?" you croak, voice tinged with confusion, the world still hazy around the edges.

Nothing seems to add up right now.

"You tell me," your friend grins, their features coming into sharper focus as the surrounding crowd gradually dissolves. "You told me you were gonna buy some shinsen for the offering hall but you disappeared. An employee found you here," you scan your surroundings, recognizing the familiar balcony in front of you, "sleeping on a bench. Completely passed out. Out of it. She couldn't even wake you up."

Sleeping on a bench.

"Sorry," you mutter, fingers instinctively rubbing your eyes, senses now fully awakened.

Was it all a dream? "Guess I got tired."

It couldn't be a dream. Not when you push yourself to stand up and feel the strain in your legs. Stickiness. Slickness between your thighs.

"What's that?" your friend points towards your clenched fist. Opening your hand, palm up, both of you gaze at a small, iridescent bead with barely discernible sapphire swirls dancing across its smooth surface.

"Don't know."

"Looks like a fox's pearl. They sell those at the charm shop," your friend nods their head towards a nearby charm shop before both of you start walking. Time to go home.

[finalbossanalysis]

Final Boss Analysis #1:

Akira Nishikiyama

Yakuza 1/Kiwami

SPOILER WARNING! I’m assuming you know the events of both Kiwami and 0!

Akira Nishikiyama is the main antagonist and final boss of the first yakuza game, and he plays the part well, with a boss fight that is as epic as it is sorrowful.

0: The Place Of Oath

Late 1988

Kazuma kiryu and Akira Nishikiyama, both sworn brothers from sunflower orphanage, are low ranking yakuza grunts trying to make a name for themselves in the yakuza underworld.

Throughout the events of 0 we see Nishiki’s loyalty to Kiryu, and the Tojo Clan, get tested again and again. However, he ultimately stays loyal to his brother.

The Culmination Of 0

After the defeat of Keiji Shibusawa, Kiryu finds himself in a state of absolute rage. He thinks of everyone who has suffered, and lost their lives in the battle for The Empty Lot. Enraged, Kiryu prepares to deliver the final and fatal blow to a beaten Shibusawa.

However, Nishiki stops him before it connects. He tells Kiryu that he can’t cross that line yet, no matter what. He resolves that if Kiryu and him have to cross the line one day, they’ll do it together, as brothers.

He did not know of the fate that would befall on him 7 years later.

Kiwami: To Live Is To Not Run Away

In 1995, Kiryu and Nishiki, along with their barkeep friend Reina, and fellow sunflower orphan Yumi, are living a relatively peaceful life, 7 years after the events of 0. Kiryu has finally made a name for himself as the Dragon Of Dojima, and Nishiki is hyping Kiryu up at the prospect of starting his own yakuza family. Things seem great, until…

Patricide

After Tojo Captain Sohei Dojima attempts to rape Yumi, Nishiki shoots and kills him, traumatizing Yumi. Kiryu arrives, and convinced Nishiki to let him take the blame, knowing Nishiki is some of the only family he has left. Nishiki take Yumi, and runs. This is the catalyst for the fallout between the brothers.

Nishiki’s downfall, The Koi’s upstream journey

After Kiryu goes to prison for patricide, Nishiki slowly changes over the course of 10 years. Subjected to Yumi’s disappearance, constant comparisons to his brother, and the death of his sister, Nishiki becomes a cold, and calculating man of ambition, only thinking of rising to the top, and ultimately besting his brother, taking control of his fate at last.

Confrontation

After everything, Kiryu and Yumi unexpectedly meet Nishiki in Yumi’s bar after the defeat of Jingu. Kiryu and Yumi attempt to talk him down, which sets off an inkling of doubt in Nishiki’s mind, until Yumi once again compares Kiryu to Nishiki.

At that point, there was no other way, the two brothers had to settle it, one way or another, which finally leads us to

The Fight: For Who’s Sake

Theres a lot going down here, so lets analyze this piece by piece, starting with…

The Music

Nishiki’s theme, For Who’s Sake, is a melancholic and masterful theme that represents the sorrowful fight between brothers, and the downfall of Akira Nishikiyama. There are 2 versions of this song, so I’ll analyze both.

For Who’s sake

The original and first final boss theme in the Yakuza series, this track represents both Nishiki’s determination to rise to the top, and Kiryu’s determination to take him down, and settle the score with his brother. Unlike the rock elements of the other songs in 1, For Who’s Sake has an acoustic guitar up front and center, creating a melancholic feeling throughout the song. There are electronic elements scattered throughout that emphasize the growing coldness of Nishiki towards his brother.

For Whos Sake: Kiwami

The extreme remix of the original song, this track shows the downfall of Nishiki, along with the reprise of some elements of the original song. The acoustic guitar takes a backseat for some melodic bells. The track starts off determined, and fierce, but corrupts throughout, showcasing Nishiki’s fall to ambition, and jealousy.

Nishiki’s Fighting Style: Koi At The Dragon Gate

He retains his fighting style from 0, with some additions. He gains some moves from Kashiwagi, and Joji Kazama’s moveset. His style is reminiscent of street fighting, creating a pseudo mirror of Kiryu’s Dragon Style. He’s also among the only bosses to use heat actions against you, further emphasizing this. He’s a tough foe, but can easily be overwhelmed by a skilled player.

Heat aura

Nishiki has the same heat aura from 0, albeit paler, showing his descent from so long ago.

QTES

The QTES here are mostly one sided, consisting of Kiryu pummeling Nishiki throughout the bar. They have unique flashback segments, showing Kiryu reflecting on their relationship, and what lead to this.

Summarizing

What makes Nishiki a good final boss?

Nishiki may not be the hardest boss from a gameplay standpoint, but from an emotional standpoint, especially after 0, every blow you land against Nishiki genuinely hurts. A stark contrast from the other final bosses in the series, this is not a battle of honor, but one of sorrow.

Welp, this is the first post, finished. I don’t expect it to be good or blow up by any means, but I hope I improve at this more and more.

If you have a suggestion on a final boss to analyze, don’t be afraid to leave a note or comment!

[what-breaks-my-heart]

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a letter to the sect leader of yunmeng jiang, undated

jiang cheng,

if you're reading this, i'm dead.

haha! just kidding. i've always wanted to start a letter off with that, you know. if you're reading this, i'm probably incapacitated. or soon-to-be-dead. a dead man walking, if you will. i'm sure you'll appreciate the irony.

but anyway, i've told the wens that if you come knocking while i'm away--and it's just you, not you with a whole horde of cultivators behind you trying to break down the gates--that they should give you this. think of it as my last will and testament if you'd like. or if that's too depressing (and i know you, chengcheng. as much as i'd like to think you hate me too much, and as much as you'd like me to think you don't feel things like sadness and grief) then you can think of it as a request. that's all. i'm going to burden you one last time, alright? as your shixiong, i'm asking you for a favor.

there's a child among the wen refugees. we call him a-yuan. he's round-cheeked and as sweet of a baby as even a grump like you could ask for. he likes radishes and chili oil and i can never buy enough to feed him these days.

in the event that i can't take care of him, i'd like you to find someone who can--someone who will. and it doesn't have to be you. i know you're busy trying to rebuild yunmeng jiang and look after shijie besides, especially since koi tower is a den of snakes these days. he's probably got cultivation potential, but you mustn't think you have to find him a cultivator family to raise him. just someone kind, who won't ask what his real last name is or who's been raising him these last few years. someone who can love him for me when i'm gone. and you know as well as i do that my time is running out.

that's all. give my love to shijie, won't you? and make sure you're eating enough. heaven knows you don't eat enough when you're stressed, and i don't think i've seen you relaxed in years.

yours,

wei wuxian

(the feared yiling laozu and grandmaster of demonic cultivation, first of his reign and most powerful, esteemed emperor of the burial mounds)

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DragonGateMythic

a gender tied to the myth of a koi making it up a waterfall and becoming a dragon. as a reward for the koi's strength and determination, the gods turned it into a golden dragon. the legend is called "the dragon gate" hence the name of the gender.

coined for day 11 of this event

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Journalforbabs#1

first time ni, feels like talking to myself LOL! so okay.. hi babs, dugay kaayo ko nakauli karon kay gikan mi didto sa UIC bajada kay nag cover mi didto sa concert sa music na course. btw, para makabalo ka naga OJT nako karon and intern ko sa UCO, if wala ka kabalo unsa ng UCO kay sila na ang responsible sa mga posts sa UIC, kami naga take ug picture/video/content kami nagabuhat/edit/capture! pero dili kami naga caption and post kay wala mi power ana. so balik ta sa tea na akong iingon sa imo, today was fucked up kaayo kay naa koy chances na dili makagraduate tungod lang sa ID kay ani man gud ang nahitabo, bale... nawala akong ID then gihatagan ko ug slip na fillupan and shit ang para makasulod ko sa school. pagkatapos, today is wednesday right? so ani, last week (wednesday) abi nakog nabilin akong ID so nag logbook ko didto sa gate then pag uli nako wala akong ID so didto nako na conclude na nawala akong ID so the following day (thursday) kay naka sibilyan ra gihapon ko since college week man gud to na time then nag ask ko sa guard unsa buhaton so gihatagan ko niya ug slip then giatiman dayon nako and kailangan pud daw ang affidavit of loss! so mao to no! pagka ugma (friday) naay event sa UIC bonifacio so nag cover nasad mi kami nag video/picture then nahuman mi 5 na so sarado na ang city hall dili nako makakuha. tas pagka sunday nasad kay alas 10 nami sa gabii nakauli kay naa man gud party ato sa boni so nag cover sad mi ato, so wala nsad ko kakuha. sunday walay work ang city hall.. pagkalunes (monday) kay uniform man ko ato na seniors so makasulod rako kay naa man koy nameplate then wala ko kakuha ug sayo kay alas 5 naman out namo tas kato nga time kay naabtan sad kog alas 5 kay nag edit ko sa mga videos na among gi take atong college week. then pagka ugma (tuesday) same gihapon ang nahitabo nag edit gihapon ko since wala man nako nahuman tong giedit nako gahapon tas ana pud ni miss Jasmin na kailangan na daw to i post so mao to kato sa akong giuna! tas mao nani wednesday na! karon adlawa. remember nimo tong gibuhat namo nga fake ID para sa Billie Eilish na concert? yeah! mao to akong gigamit para makasulod and guess what? nasakpan ko nga gisuot nako to so mao to gikuha ni lady guard and then daghan man gud tog tao ato na time so ana sya nga later nalang daw mi storya! tas mao to nisulod nako then banda alas 8 palang niuli ko sa balay kay nalimtan nako ang akong headset since naa man gud mi e-cover nasad na event which is katong sa Music lage na concert tas ang gamitan nako sa headset kay para sa among radyo/walkie talkie. so mao to niuli ko and then pag abot nako sa balay kay nagchat si sir nga gipatawag daw ko sa OSAD so mao to pagbalik nako sa skwelahan kay nidiritso ko sa OSAD and then mao to ana ni miss ana flor nga grave offense daw to akong gibuhat then daghan syag gi storya and all and karon naay posibility nga dili ko maka paso... atay sad ni si lady guard wala nalang jud ko gipaabot nga kami ang mag storya sa ba, gihatag jud dayon niya didto sa OSAD hays... so mao to akong problem karon maong gusto unta nako i share sa imoha ba and curious ko kung unsa imong thoughts/questions about aning gishare nako sa imo karon... ay oh tas paghuman diay ug storya ni maam anaflor sa akoa kay ana dayon sya nga magbuhat daw ko ug letter about sa akong side daw and explanation daw nako. so mao to nagbuhat ko and then wala dayon nako napasa kay nag attend sya sa event sa AUDITORIUM (kalimot ko sa event) meanwhile habang gahulat ko sa iya kay gahulat sad ko kang sir Eric (dean) para magpa perma sad tas mao to niadto ko sa sanped nagkuha affidavit of loss and then nihapit ug Gmall kay gicheck akong phone (fyi wala koy phone karon kay gipaayo) tas mao to ana man akong classmate nga humana daw ang event sa auditorium so mao to nidiritso ko ug UIC bangke dayon para storyahon si maam Anaflor and then mao to patawag daw si papa which is niadto man dayon si papa then paghuman ug storya kay gihatod ko niya sa UIC bajada and then nag sugod nakog tabang, after ato uli (11:00) tas pag abot chika mi ni ate. tas mao nani naga journal ko

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Chaiyya Chaiyya {SRK/Salman Khan OS}

Salman didn't plan on this but it just happened in a spur of a moment. Him being in Dubai at the same time as Shah Rukh, who is there to promote his latest film - 'Dunki'. Salman does not realise until he is on his way back to the airport and notices all the buzz of SRK around Dubai. 

"Arre bhai, woh Shah Rukh ji ki movie ki promotion chal rahi hai na, nayi wali." His assistant must've noticed his eyes taking in the view which promotes him to answer his unasked question. Then it hits him that of course, SRK would be here, for Dunki. SRK stopped promoting his movies in India and for good reason. 

"Promotion chal raha hai?"

"Haan woh aaj event hai na, abhi chal raha hoga." Salman hums at the response and ponders over it. 

"Aik kaam karo, event pe le chalo." Everyone in the car are surprised, even Shera, even though at this point he shouldn't be. 

"Bhai, aapki flight..."

"Event par le chalo." The finality in his words is enough to silence everyone in the car. The car changes direction to head towards the hotel where event is taking place. 

Salman does not have a plan, nor he knows why he is going there right now but he just feels like that he wants to be there right now. Reasons, they don't matter right now. 

Once closer to the hotel, Salman asks to be taken from the quieter route, not the press filled area. Once at the hotel entrance, Salman along with Shera and his other assistant start to go inside the hotel from the back entrance. Salman doesn't need any introduction and as it's SRK's event gate crashing doesn't seem to be an issue either especially when Salman is actually trying not to draw attention to himself.

SRK's team member spots Salman Khan and is surprised to see him there but welcomes him. Salman just says he is there to convey his wishes to the team of Dunki. He roams around upper floor and finds the spot where he can see the promotions and stage clearly without drawing attention on himself. 

He is just in time to see Shah performing his most famous dance 'Chaiyya Chaiyya'. He has seen SRK in his full energy, performing on various songs, dance steps but when he performs on Chaiyya Chaiyya, it's always a different kind of energy. 

Salman does not even notices when he holds up his phone and starts to record Shah performing on Chaiyya Chaiyya. Even at this age SRK on stage is a complete power house, his movements, his smile. his energy... no wonder he is known as King of Bollywood. The performances isn't long but it has definately left crowd wanting more. Salman stops the recording as the performance ends, not sure why he recorded in the first place.

"Bhai... green room mein chalna hai?" Shera asks him as at least 2-3 members from SRK team already asked Shera about it. Something changes in Salman's mood and he knows it's time to go.

"Nahi.. Chalo, chalte hain airport." Shera barely blinks before nodding. 

"Jaane se pehle... mujhe koi paper dena." Shera arranges for the paper and pen from the hotel and hands it to Salman. Who writes a brief note and hands it to Shera.

"Shah tak yeh puhunch jaye." Shera nods at this and immediately walks away and Salman makes his way towards the exit slowly. By the time he is by exit, Shera joins in, wordlessly they both get into the car and head towards their destination. 

It is after the promotion event ends but the night does not but SRK gets a little break when he sits in green room for few minutes of peace before gearing up for the after party. 

"Sir?" One of younger member of Dubai management team who is standing there slightly nervous.

"Hm?"

"Woh yeh.. app ke liye." She holds her hand out with a small paper in her hand. SRK looks at her confused. 

"Sir... main nahi... yeh aapke liye, Salman.. sir ne diya hai." SRK is shocked to say the least.

"Hm? Kisne?"

"Salman.. sir."

"Salman... Khan?" The girl nods and SRK is more confused. He takes the note but doesn't open it just looks at the girl for more explanation.

"Woh aye thay yahan par thori dair ke liye, keh rahe thay movie ke liye best wishes aur yeh note dekar chale gaye." taking a deep breath, SRK closes his eyes, nods his head and the girl taking the hint leaves him alone.

Opening his eyes, Shah looks at the note, still not believing what he has heard he decides to open the note. 

'Dunki ke liye bohut bohut mubarak ho, dua hai aapko aur bhi kamiyabi mile. - S' 

SRK reads and re reads the note few times until the words actually print in his mind. He is still trying to wrap his mind around the fact  Salman was here, and then he left without meeting and now this note. It's not really Salman's behaviour, well, he had his moments but very rare. This moment seems more rare. Shah's brain already hurts from the event and now even more so he just picks up his phone and calls, Salman and his phone is switched off. Sighing, Shah hangs up and looks at the note again and this time he is smiling, wide. 

As soon Salman's phone turned on again after landing in Mumbai it does not stop pinging. Salman quickly swipes through notifications when he notices messages notifications from 'Shah'. He opens those messages immediately to read. 

'What is this behaviour, Salman?' A laugh escapes from Salman's mouth. Then another message.

'Thank you.'

'I'm still mad at this.'

'Mumbai anay de, phir khabar leta hon.'

'Seriously, thank you.'

Salman smiles at these messages, it's just so Shah. He clicks on reply, types a reply but then deletes it. He does it few times until it's time for him to exit the plane, he quickly types, sends and closes his phone before he changes his mind. 

'Aaja.' Message Sent. 

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AMAZING FAN ANECDOTES ON : SIMPLY PUT - "THE MOST FAMOUS ACTOR THAT EVER WAS, IS, & EVER WILL BE!" ..

- THE MAN WHO LITERALLY TURNED NIGHT INTO DAY, WHAT MORE, CREATED A GENERATION OF "NEAR ZOMBIES", TURNED THOUSANDS OF THE MOST FAMOUS PLACES OF INDIA INTO HIS OWN PERSONAL PIN CODES, FORCED SPECIAL POLICE STATIONS CONSTRUCTED JUST FOR HIS OWN PROTECTION, & LITERALLY DATED TEN THOUSANDS OF WOMEN A DAY, 365 DAYS A YEAR, FOR MORE THAN A DECADE, W/O EVER KNOWING OR MEETING ANY OF THEM! ..

- THE ONLY HUMAN IN RECORDED HISTORY, TO NOT JUST BE TAUGHT IN SOCIOLOGY & HISTORY TEXTBOOKS OF THE NATION, BUT EVEN MEDICAL ONES, BY HAVING A SPECIAL "PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITION" NAMED AFTER HIM, CALLED & TAUGHT EVERYWHERE TILL TODAY AS 'THE 2 PERSON UNIVERSE'!

Let's begin with the story of a lil 11 yr old girl, who would regularly go the Rajesh Khanna movies, & return absolutely besotted & transfixed like everyone else. And just like everyone, if in Bombay, rush at the first available opportunity to his most unmissable house at the heart of Bandra for a glimpse, ofcourse to be disallowed entry by the elderly protective chowkidar used to this daily riot of a hullabaloo. On one such day, this school girl was once again roaming in her school clothes outside his house, when a white fiat passed her by & entered the main gate of Rajesh's bungalow, the tyres of her car in process splashing dirt all over her sparkling white shoes & socks. The lady as she identified was Rajesh's gf Anju Mahendroo, & so inconsolable did this girl get at this combination of sights, ran away from the scene in absolute strife, as if disaster had struck. The name of the girl was Dimple Kapadia.

REMINDS ME OF A FILM CALLED 'MASTERJI' ! 🤣

Moving on to fan anecdotes.

Another pre-teen & teen, called Reena Roy would also follow the same routine, albeit much later, for yrs on end, ie keep waiting for a glimpse of her favorite superstar for hrs & days on end outside his house, & recounts how situation outside the megastar's bungalow over time began to get so serious, that the city's police were genuinely worried for a actual riot breaking out, & perhaps so in consultation with Rajesh, had a special Police Stn constructed just behind his bungalow, just for his protection, which still stands till today! All these events transpiring in front of the eyes of all Bandra residents incl Reena.

Rajesh's most famous director-friend Shakti Samanta was planning an increasingly turning "impossible outdoor shoot" with Rajesh, this time for his 'Amar Prem', for a night song "chingaari koi bhadke", but as landed on Howrah bridge, the natural location for premise of the film, to his horror found a infinitely bigger sea of humanity surrounding the bridge than the sea below, of a magnitude truly scary in vision. There was no way Rajesh could've made it outta there alive,Shakti was to reminisce later. So had no option but to scrap the entire schedule itself, transfer entire unit to Mehboob Studios,Mumbai, recreate a night set in day time there,& then continue!

And in this context of Rajesh 'marking his territory one after another across India', goes similar story, this time narrated by politician Amar Singh, like everyone, a huge Khanna fan, infact so much, that till the very end, remembered not only every Rajesh Khanna film, but every theater of India where watched each of those films, & infact came to bookmark places in India to his memory by the names & locations of those omnipresent 'Rajesh Khanna theaters' nearby.

Fellow actor Navin Nischol, uniquely narrates another unbelievable story he personally witnessed, on Khanna's immeasurable levels of craze. So happens Navin made it to Taj Hotel for work one evening, & as turned right, heard a strange sound, like of a storm! He waited anxiously a few mins, till sound increased, & had first sight of his friend Rajesh walking out into the common foyer. AND BEHIND HIM, LITERALLY A TSUNAMI OF HUMAN BEINGS. PEOPLE TILL ONE'S SIGHT WENT, EACH OF THEM LITERALLY OUTTA THEIR MINDS ("HOSH O HAWAAS KE BAAHAR") FOLLOWING HIM LIKE OBEDIENT SLAVES. Navin would keep remembering those "unforgettable" scenes for decades later, as when a actor actually turned India into, believe it or not, "zombie land"!

And finally, no story of Rajesh Khanna is ever complete w/o referring to the women in his life. And there were an uncountable number. 'Tis a recorded fact, & most unique one, that lakhs of women everywhere would book parlor appointments in matching with Rajesh Khanna's film openings (& his films would arrive once every 2 months for 2 decades, w/o fail). And if ever mocked on this behavior,behave like rebel teens,howso old. They never went to watch Rajesh Khanna anywhere in theaters far or near, they went to date him!

Such was this phenomenon, not just sociologists but psychologists were forced to after a point consider it "a mental condition", called '2 Person universe', or 'God effect'. "Where all life is reduced to just Him & me. And nothing else matters". . . And let's leave it at that. 👋