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narukoibito · 4 years

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Oh my gosh I love this. Probably not, but is there like a part 2 or something? I know that's meant to be the end, but I need to know what happens next.

Thank you so much for the kind words to charity work, my Muggle AU where Ginny is a famous football player who helps Harry teepee and egg his ex’s house! ♥️

I am actually working on a part 2. Harry and Ginny of this world just couldn’t stop chattering in my head, and there’s about 2.5k words thus far. I know what’s going to happen - I just need to write, edit, and pull the trigger and post it...

But in the meantime, I am sharing a funny little subplot that I wasn’t sure was ever going to see the light of day. It’s a bit of a prequel that I started but then dropped because it didn’t add much to the story...but today I thought, eh, why not share since we can all use some laughs now more than ever. It’s unbetaed, and I’m still iffy on it, but I hope you this will tide you over until I get part 2 posted.

(Also tagging the lovely @isidar-mithrim and @blattgefluester in case you are interested since you were both so amazingly kind toward charity work!)

Summary: This wasn’t what Seamus had in mind when he suggested Ginny do more charity work.

The Prophet landing on the table with a loud thud.

“What’s this?”

“This, Ginny, is the result of your spectacular interview with Miss Rita Skeeter.”

Ginny lifted her chin, pushing the paper away from her and returning to shoveling her porridge down. “So it’s the usual rubbish.”

Seamus pursed his lips, annoyed that once again she wasn’t taking this seriously. “Rubbish it may be, but rubbish that sells.”

She arched an eyebrow at him. “So are you here as my publicist or as a friend?”

“Can’t I be both?” He grinned.

She prodded the offensive article with distaste. “What do they say this time?”

“Well, Miss Skeeter took it upon herself to approach all your exes for an ‘expose.’”

“I like to kick a ball for a living. I don’t understand the obsession with my love life.”

“The all-star player who went pro at your age with your looks?” Seamus winked. Ginny rolled her eyes.

“Don’t let Dean catch you doing that.”

“He knows I’m a hopeless flirt,” he dismissed cheerfully.

She made a strangled, irritated noise.

“Look, it’s not too bad.” He unfurling the paper with a wince. The headliner, Wonder Girl Weasley Not So Wonderful Girlfriend?, paired with an unflattering photo of Ginny shoving a camera away from her face flashed back at her. “She found some, er, old classmates to go on the record.”

Ginny’s expression darkened. “Record about what?”

“You remember when you stopped people from bullying Luna? And Neville? And when Dean and I got together? Well, somehow Skeeter got in touch with Parkinson, Zabini, Smith... Skeeter may or may not insinuate that you’re…aggressive. Have a bit of a temper.”

Ginny grabbed the paper and began reading loudly, “Since the early days of her youth, Ginevra Molly Weasley, better known as Ginny, the Wonder Girl Weasley, has been bewitching men to do her bidding. We here at The Prophet have long extolled the many virtues of Miss Weasley, but I, your fearless investigator of truth, uncovered a disturbing pattern in how Miss Weasley wraps men around her little finger. What others thought was wit and charm, I have uncovered may actually be the result of a threatening temper. I dare to ask, should we be concerned with Miss Weasley’s trail of broken hearts and perhaps other broken body parts?”

He bit his tongue as Ginny read the part where Rita expounded on Ginny’s "commoner” country-side upbringing” surrounded by her “rowdy” brothers as the source of her “violent streak.”

“I only punched Parkinson once, and that was when she poured punch on Luna!” Ginny scrunched up the newspaper and flung it angrily into the bin. “She goes on about some weird sorcery I have with men.”

“Look, I’ve already called Parvati about getting you on some morning shows, but maybe this time we can agree on some talking points, hmm? And maybe have you do some charity work, show your gentle, caring side. Get some positive press coverage.”

She continued to fume, muttering under her breath, “Skeeter gives witches a bad name.”

“It’ll all pass, Ginny,” Seamus smiled at her sympathetically. “Come back later tonight. Dean’s making roast, and we’ll talk about how to set the narrative straight.”

He sent her on her way, hoping that practice would relieve some of the rage.

Seamus’s head emerged from the oven, his face flushed scarlet. “Ginny, you can’t just go meet random fans and help them commit a crime!”

Even after all these years, she never ceased to amaze them. But this - randomly taking an Instagram follower’s request to egg and teepee a house? This was one of Ginny’s more...creative ideas.

“That’s right,” Dean agreed, taking the roast and plating it. “For all you know he could wank to your posters.”

“Well then you’d know he has good taste,” she said, dripping her finger into the cooling gravy.

“Ginny,” they sighed together in exasperation and pushing her away from the kitchen counter.

“What happened between this morning and now?”

“You’re always saying I should do more charity,” she said pointedly.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” Seamus wagged a finger at her. She folded her arms across her chest, staring them down (which was quite the accomplishment, considering how much taller they were).

“We can’t let you do this.”

“When has anyone ever let me do anything?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

Seamus and Dean shared a long look, no doubt both of them remembering that one time she broke into the headmaster’s office to steal back the replica toy sword Ron was stupid enough wear to school as part of his knight costume for Halloween.

“Look,” Dean said carefully, leading her into the dining room as Seamus followed, plates of food laden in his arms. “We know you’re more than capable to taking care of yourself.”

“Damn straight,” she said, but she let him gently nudge her into her seat.

“But as your friends — ”

“One of whom would like to stay gainfully employed,” Seamus cut in, playing the food on the table.

“—and who would absolutely be murdered by your brothers if they ever found out, we want to make sure you’re…thinking straight.”

“I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, we know,” Seamus said, deadpan. “But I really don’t need another article supporting this theory that you’re aggressive. If you beat the bloke up and the press catches wind of it…”

“I’m going. I put this idea into his head. And look at him,” she said, holding up a picture of H-P-Lightening, smiling sheepishly into the camera.

They examined the photo skeptically as Ginny tucked into dinner. Maybe while they were distracted, she could nick an extra bit of roast.

“He’s cute,” Seamus pointed out.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Not the point.”

"Doesn’t hurt,” Dean said.

“He and I share a similar goal: to serve some much-needed justice in the world. And since I can’t go about egging Michael’s house without it ending up on the Sunday papers, I can at least help someone else.”

“His hair is an absolute disaster, but it somehow works on him,” Seamus continued, ignoring her.

“Those green eyes,” Dean said appreciatively.

“Plays football too,” Seamus said, clicking through to some videos. “He’s fit.”

Now they were both giving Ginny a look with entirely new context.

“It’s not like that,” she said breezily.

“Maybe she’s hoping he wanks to her poster,” Seamus snickered, not believing her for a second.

“He could wind up in trouble if he doesn’t know what he’s doing.”

“And you’re an expert?” Dean asked.

“I’m a Weasley.” She smiled wickedly, and they laughed. “Besides, who am I to ignore a gentleman in distress?”

“Okay, fine, if we can’t stop you —”

She snorted.

“—then we’re coming with you.”

“What?”

“We’ll watch from a safe distance,” Seamus assured her, Dean nodding along. “Just to make sure you don’t end up in the papers.”

“We will help you hide the body,” Dean said.

Ginny looked from one to the other. They were grinning at her, half eager and half earnestly. She didn’t need them to come. She was more than capable of taking care of herself. But, suppose this turned out to be something she wasn’t expecting…

“Fine, but —” she added quickly when they started to wiggle their eyebrows at one another “—the moment, and I mean the very moment I give you the signal, you better make yourself scarce.”

Dean and Seamus beamed across the table. “Whatever you want, luv!”

“You can’t stay if you’re going to be this obvious.” Ginny growled.

“Obvious? We’re perfectly inconspicuous,” Seamus bristled.

“You brought binoculars,” she said dryly, placed her hands on her hips. “And a bat."

“Told you she wouldn’t like that,” Dean said.

“I won’t use the bat. It’s just in case we need to scare him off.”

Ginny and Dean gave him a look.

“What? This person could be tricking us!”

When Ginny’s glare made his back hair stick on end, Seamus relented.

“Fine, we’ll cross the street,” Seamus said, taking Dean by the arm. When they turned around, Ginny was still scowling, whipping out her phone and texting them furiously.

You are going to have to HIDE.

There’s nothing strange about us being here! Seamus typed back.

You’re two random, loitering blokes, ready to stalk or bean someone. If you’re going to stay, you’re going to hide. Ginny over at them critically. Behind those bushes.

“Ugh,” Seamus groaned, crouching down and behind the bushes with his boyfriend dutifully following. He swatted at a twig that was unpleasantly digging into the side of his bum.

Happy? he texted her back.

Delirious. Remember. You both better leave when I give the signal. Or else.

A shudder went down his spine, knowing very well what Ginny was capable of.

“This isn’t what I imagined our cozy Friday evening being.”

“You don’t really mind,” Dean said, smiling knowingly.

Seamus huffed and peered into the binoculars rather than reply. Yes, he was worried about this blowing up in his face (things often did), but he couldn’t deny he was a bit curious. He had never seen Ginny look that way at a photo before.

“You just want a front row seat,” Dean teased.

“Shut — oh, I think that’s him!”

They watched with anticipation as a lanky, bespectacled bloke with tousled black hair ascended the train station steps. He seemed to be deeply brooding as Ginny approached him. Through the binoculars, Seamus watched as this fellow, Harry something-or-other, looked up, eyes wide, and nearly tripped over the last step.

“They seem to be hitting it off,” Dean said as Ginny and Harry laughed before she handed him a hoodie.

They began walking, and Seamus scrambled to follow. “Come on.”

He kept an eye out for anyone else who might be around, but there didn’t seem to be anyone who recognized or followed Ginny.

“I think we can leave the bat.” Dean chuckled, swiping the binoculars for a closer look himself.

They trailed the other couple from across the street, doing the best they could to be inconspicuous. Ginny and this bloke looked good together. He looked oddly charming with his wild hair and glasses, but it was really the way he looked at Ginny at set Seamus at ease. They kept talking, laughing, smiling at one another. Seamus hadn’t seen her laugh so much since…he couldn’t even remember.

Was that — was Ginny Weasley blushing?

After several minutes, Seamus and Dean stopped and looked at each other.

Ginny had completely forgotten about them.

“Do you think if we leave now, we can still catch the last half of the game?”

“Yeah,” Seamus said, taking Dean’s hand as they headed home.

Maybe their Friday evening plans could be salvaged after all.

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SORCERY OF THORNS BY MARGARET ROGERSON – DID IT SURVIVE THE HYPE? (REVIEW)

Overall: 5/5 Stars Characters: 5/5 Setting: 5/5 Writing: 5/5 Plot and Themes: 5/5 Awesomeness Factor: 5/5 Review in a Nutshell: Sorcery of Thorns reminded me why I love standalone fantasies. With a unique world and magic system, great characters, and a fun plot, you won’t want to put this book down.

“It was always wise to be polite to books, whether or not they could hear you.”

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[ Related: An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson (Review) ]

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// Content Warning: Violence, Death, Panic Attacks, Imprisonment, Murder, Sexual Assault (Mention), Mental Illness, Forced Hospitalization, PTSD, Misogyny //

“She wasn’t a wielder of chains; she was a breaker of them. She was the library’s will made flesh.”

Release Date: 6/4/2019 Publisher: Margaret K. McElderry Books (Simon & Schuster) Page Count: 456 Premise:

Elizabeth is a child of the library. Growing up in one of Austermeer’s Great Libraries, she has always dreamed of becoming a Warden, guarding the living grimoires that line the shelves and protecting the kingdom from Maleficts- monsters that arise from damaged grimoires. She has also been raised to hate the Sorcerers that use the grimoires. But when the library is sabotaged and Elizabeth tries to save the kingdom from a Malefict, she is accused of being the saboteur. She is sent with Nathaniel Thorn, a sorcerer, and his companion, Silas, to face justice, but instead, she uncovers a conspiracy that only the three of them together can stop.

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“Knowledge always has the potential to be dangerous. It is a more powerful weapon than any sword or spell.”

WRITING & SETTING

Margaret Rogerson has officially cemented herself as one of my favorite fantasy authors after this book. If you liked her writing in An Enchantment of Ravens, you’ll love Sorcery of Thorns because it only gets better. She has mastered weaving together a complex fantasy world in a single installment while avoiding heavy info dumps and endless exposition. Everything flows together beautifully while crafting a unique and fascinating world. I loved the magic system in this book. I never really cared much about sorcerers and grimoires before, but she made me fall in love with her idea of them.

“When terrible things have happened to you, sometimes the promise of something good can be just as frightening.”

PLOT

Sorcery of Thorns is well-paced, with plenty of action and a slight mystery (but it’s solved pretty quickly so I wouldn’t really call it a mystery). The plot is pretty straightforward, but it always feels like there’s a lot going on. Even the quieter scenes pack so much weight, foreshadowing, and character development in them. Also, I was a little worried that the ending would be slightly rushed (because I felt that way with An Enchantment of Ravens) but the pacing really was practically flawless. This is one of the few standalones that make me want more, but not need it.

“…there is always more than one way to see the world. Those who claim otherwise would have you dwell forever in the dark.”

CHARACTERS

Before I talk about our main trio, I do want to mention the antagonist for a minute. Because damn, they were great. I won’t spoil the brief mystery aspect, but I will say that this is one of the few antagonists who have actually made me feel powerless. Usually, it’s easy to believe the heroes will save the day no matter how powerful the villain is, but there were several moments in this book where I had to stop and be like “damn” because the antagonist did something I had no clue how the heroes would recover from.

Speaking of our heroes- Elizabeth, Nathaniel, and Silas all have my heart. Elizabeth, the “feral librarian” (my new favorite nickname) is our main protagonist. She’s clumsy, naive, but ultimately good-hearted and determined. Nathaniel is the swoon-worthy sarcastic sorcerer who steals hearts. I loved his backstory and how real his traumas felt. We often see love interests with a Tragic Backstory ™ but Sorcery of Thorns really shows the impact that facing horrible things at a young age will have on you. And then there’s Silas. Silas is such a fascinating character. Seriously. I never knew what to make of him yet he always stole the scene. He’s now one of my favorite characters of all time. Also, I won’t say who, but there’s a canonically bi main character and ace and aro side-characters and it made me SO HAPPY!!!

“Ink and parchment flowed through her veins. The magic of the Great Libraries lived in her very bones. They were a part of her, and she a part of them.”

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CONCLUSION

Pros- Great characters, amazing world-building, unique setting, fantastic writing Cons- I ran out of adjectives writing the Pros Overall- 5/5 stars. Sorcery of Thorns is a can’t-miss novel for any fan of fantasy, or anyone who’s looking to have their heart fully captured in a book and reflected back at them.

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IF YOU LIKED SORCERY OF THORNS, I’D RECOMMEND:

An Enchantment of Ravens by Margaret Rogerson – [ Review ]

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“Wherever there was darkness, there was also so much light.”

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jenna347-blog · 3 years

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Lira Woods pt 1

Chapter 5

Well, Lira and Jim were about to have their baby daughter. They rushed to the hospital, hoping Lira didn’t give birth on the way there. “I can’t believe that we’re about to have a devilish child of our own, my sexy husband. To me I could just dance my heart away I couldn’t be happier.” “Let say, my dear evil wifey, we’ll make sure we make this baby as bad as we are, my sexy lover. I wish I’d met you a lot sooner, my love, but I’m just glad that this is really going on. It seems like a dream. All of this just feels like a perfect dark dream.” Right after they arrived at the hospital, they immediately walked toward a desk clerk. “Hey! How can I help you today?” “My wife is having a baby.” “OH! We have to send her to a room quick.” Meanwhile in their room. “My dear Jim, hopefully when our baby comes out, she’ll either kill them or make them her slaves. We’ll bring her up to make her one of us. Then we all will rule this land, all for one and one for all, my dear husband.” The doctor walked in. “Good evening, Mr. and Mrs. Woods. I see that your water just broke. I am a bit concerned. I have given you every test known to man, Mrs. Woods, and it seems like the numbers don’t add up. It’s like you’re not even human at all.” “Oh, doctor, whatever makes you think me or him aren’t human?” “Plus, it’s like you’re not even alive, but to me, this doesn’t make sense. How could you be dead but still be active, and it’s like you’re either a witch or a vampire. It doesn’t make any sense. But at the same timing, it’s like a puzzle to me. I should research this about you and him. Plus, I’ll have to do more research and tests on the baby. I just want to make sure everything is okay with all of you. I hope you don’t mind.” “Oh, doctor, I think me, and my wife are alive and 100 percent human, but I have no problem with you trying to find out what is going on. What do you say, my Lira?” “I agree. Do whatever you feel you need to do, doctor.” “Ok, whatever you guys say. I’ll make sure that the nurse gets all the tests that we need. You guys have a great night.” “Don’t you worry, my dear Lira. He’ll never find out about our little secret. I’ll make sure of that.” “Oh, I know, baby. Our unborn daughter will make sure of that, too, and she’ll make sure that these people kneel before us. If they refuse to bow to our command and control of all, then they will die. And, of course, we will get away with it all. I don’t care who finds out. They’ll never get in our way of making this world ours. No one can stop what we are trying to get our hands on, my lovely husband of mine, and you, too, my baby demon girl,” Lira said while patting her swollen belly. “Oh, man! I love the way you think, Lira. It seems like you always know just what to say. Like I said before hand, it’s like something brought us together and wanted us to rule this great land together. And with our child, we’ll be more powerful than ever before, and yes those who refuse to bow will be tortured to death and eaten. I would love to make more people suffer. It’s a turn on. I know you feel the same way, my dear evil Lira. I need to tell you something, my dear wifey. I’ve always been a cannibal and a slave master for years. I’ve wanted to tell you for a while that I’ve been like this since I was a young lad. I hope you don’t mind that I’m a pro also, but it may turn you on that I am.” “I love that you’ve always been this way like you said it is a turn on when you’re a bad boy. That’s what I want — a naughty bad boy that knows what he wants and gets it also, no matter what they say or do. It’s your right to choose who you want as a pet and to feed your hunger pains. When we get back, I’ll make sure to make your favorite dish, my dear deadly hubby, and like I said, I couldn’t replace you for the world. No one can top you in anything. I don’t care what it is. You’re one of a kind and my kind of man.” The next morning, the test results arrived, and the doctor was still in disbelief at what he was seeing in the blood work. With his hand on his hips and sweat pouring down his forehead, he shook his head. “Mr. and Mrs. Woods, what in the hell are you guys? After looking very carefully at all the tests and blood work, I that this baby isn’t normal, and neither are you, Mrs. Woods. The baby is a vampire, isn’t it? This isn’t a good thing to have. I mean, I know this can’t be real or shouldn’t be real, but it is very much true. That baby is not even human, and neither are you guys. Is there something you guys aren’t telling me that will help me understand? Is there something that I could have overlooked? Why is this happening? Or am I going really insane?” He paced back and forth while he talked. “Well, Doctor, let’s just say that our daughter is very special, just like my devilish wife over there. Doesn’t matter what the child is going to be; it’s still ours. Whether you like it or not, we want our child, no matter what you say, because, to us, she’s still human. All you need to do is rest, Dr. Thompson, and it’ll all be ok. After all, you’ve just gone through a lot of stress right now. You probably just read the test wrong. There’s no such thing as vampires or witches. Whoever told you that they were real was high on drugs. You shouldn’t go back to work; instead you should just take the rest of the day off and get some good R&R, ok? Just get someone else to check in on us, ok?” “You know what, Mr. Woods? You’re right. I may just need a seat and some coffee to calm my nerves a little bit. I need to stop worrying about all this crazy crap that is going on, and hopefully I’ll feel much better. Plus, I do tend to get stressed out from this job. You guys have a great night for now. Hopefully we can deliver your baby girl tomorrow.” “Yes, my dear doctor, I’ll be so happy to have this graceful child. I can’t ask for a better timing and day to have a wonder husband and soon to be daughter, so I can have two of the most important people in my life till the end.” The doctor left the room to try to clear his head, but while he was on his way to the lounge to drink some coffee, Sorcery rushed into the hospital, looking for Lira. “Doctor, can you help me with something? I need to see Lira Woods. She told me to come visit her. I’m a close friend, so can I please see her? I really need to see her. She needs me.” “Ok, miss. You can come and see Lira and Jim. Let me show you to their room.” While they were walking toward their destination, the doctor stopped outta nowhere. He had a frozen look on his face. He looked like he was under spell. He turned to Sorcery and, with an evil grin on his face, said, “Hey, Sorcery. It’s me. Jim. It’s an honor to finally meet my wife’s childhood friend. I know you are wondering, how in the hell is he controlling this dumb doctor? Are he and Lira using mind control? Well, duh! Now what’s the reason why you really showed up, girly? Let me guess. You’re trying to split us up? I don’t think so. It’s like this. You can’t stop me for loving that wonder woman. She’s just like me in so many ways. You just don’t understand the remarkable things that this woman brings to my table. Even though you guys grew up together, you don’t understand her like I do. It would break both of our hearts if me and my fair lady ever had to split up. And I know you’ve probably met my brother already. I can sense that you have. Oh, yeah, Sorcery, one more thing before I let him go, what did Lira or Tony ever see in you? All you are is just some low life that doesn’t deserve anything, not even life, and I would love to make you my dinner someday. Plus, Lira never wants to see you again. Do you have any questions for me before I leave, my dear?” “Let’s say it like this, Jim. I know that you’re only using her for her fucking powers. You don’t truly love her. I can’t believe she even fell in love with you. I’d rather be with Tony more than with you. To me, you’re just a dead beat. You’re a cheating, smooth talking dumbass. It’s like, how is a person like you even alive right now? Men like you make me fucking sick to my stomach. I truly think Lira needs a real man in her life, not a low life like you. To me, you’re nothing but a troll who deserves to be blown off the face of the earth. You don’t truly deserve love at all. What does anyone see in you at all?” “Oh, Sorcery! I can’t believe you tried to break my little cold heart. That’s no way to talk to your friend’s husband. I truly thought you were better than that, my dear Sorcery. You’re not the girl that Lira told me about. You’re just like my brother. He’s weak and a waste of our time. How is it that you are even still been alive? And how dare you call yourself an evil witch? You can’t make any mortal your slave, and you haven’t killed anyone.” “Just because I am one doesn’t mean that I’ll be just like you or what you’ve brainwashed Lira to believe in. I’ll do anything in my power to stop you dead in your tracks, and I know Lira will finally open her fucking eyes and see what kind of loser you really are because my friend can do a whole lot better than your sorry fucking ass. And mark my words, Jim. You’ll never get away with what you’re doing to her and that child. You don’t even know what they’ll do to her. The elders will punish you both in a terrible way. They will torture you to the point where you wish you were never born, and I do hope they find out about this marriage because she truly doesn’t need a monster like you in her immortal life. If you do anything to harm her in any type of way, I will put a curse on thee.” “Oh, Sorcery, I’m so damn scared. I mean really, girly. Do you really think you can harm a vampire like me? Oh, yeah, if you’d done your research, you would have found that witches are much, much weaker against vampires. They’re the lowest of the low to us. You’re just like my twin brother Tony.” “Then what did you marry Lira for?” “Well, because she fit so damn well with me. She has a devil may care attitude, just like me. Also, she’s so damn perfect, in each way. It’s like this. You wouldn’t understand our deadly love for each other. The type of love we have is hard to describe. It’s kind of like when a devil falls in love with a hot, sexy evil maiden that you find in a great graveyard on a dark full moon night. I mean, I never had feelings for any other girl, but Lira is a whole lot of woman and more, and she is more of a woman than you could ever be. To me, you’re just a little girl when I compare you to my evil wife, and you will never stop us for having this child. I know what you’re trying to do, and it really pisses me off that people like you are trying to stop others’ happiness instead of trying to find your own happiness. I’m about to go back to my love now. And I hope you don’t follow me either. You bitch. Now I see why Tony felt so fucking bad for your sorry ass.” He spits on her high heels. She walked up to him. “How dare you spit on me, sick freak. Like I told you, I hope you get punished for your crimes and die in the most horrible way possible. You’re one sinner that I’ll never forgive, and I never will see you as a demon. Plus, you should be ashamed of yourself, calling yourself a worthy husband and soon to be father. To me, you’re just a nobody who thinks that he is all that and a bag of chips. All you are is a fucking punk with no respect for anybody but himself.” Jim gave an evil laugh. “Sorcery, you crack me up when you act all tough and what not. You can’t beat me. I’m with Lira and having this child once and for all. Whether you like it or not, we’re going to rule this fine Planet and the other Planets as our own, as well. You won’t be able to stop us at all, and you know this for a fact. Look at you are shaking like a little leaf. Are you scared of me, just like all the other dumbasses I’ve encountered over the years, just like all the other who hated me or tried to have me arrested? My own fucking brother turned me in for something I thought it was right and normal, but he turned his back on me for no reason. It was like he never even tried to be a great brother, wing man, right hand man or whatever you want to call it. Shit! I’m to the point of not even fucking caring, but like they said, he’s still my brother, and I still hate him for what he has done to me in the past. Like I told you and him, being a cannibal is my fucking passion. It’s a hobby really. It’s something that you two will never understand at all. Well, Sorcery, it was nice meeting you, my lovely, but my wife is waking up and calling me, so bye, asshole.” Back in the room, Jim told Lira, “Baby, wake up. It’s time. She’s ready to rule and eat all these mortals.” He told one of the nurses who was in the room, “Get the doctor and other nurses, my love. My wife needs you guys to come right away.” They all ran toward the bed as Lira started to breath hard. “Ok, Mrs. Woods, I really want you to keep breathing while trying to push, ok? And hold onto your husband’s hand, ok?” Lira started to twist, turning it 360 degrees. When her face was facing forward again on her twisted neck, she slowly said, “I hope your mother rots in fucking hell and sucks dick for a living while there.” Then she gave this evil laugh, while all the nurses and the doctor looked at each other like they’d never seen anything like this in their lives. One of them said, “Did you just see and hear the same thing that I just did. Please say yes, so I won’t act all crazy.” “Yeah, Nurse Green, I did see and heard it, too,” the doctor said, and the whole room agreed. Lira looked up and yelled, “Are you going to fucking get this damn baby outta me for fuck’s sake. I’m ready to kill someone in this room at this damn point. Or maybe, I’ll kill all of you!” “Ok, Mrs. Woods, I want you to push really hard for me, ok? And keep breathing really slowly.” “What the fuck you think I’m doing, your worthless piece of shit for a doctor?” Jim told the doctor, “You have to forgive her. She’s going through it in more ways than one.” About two hours later, they finally welcomed their baby girl into the world, but this child was different from the rest of the other baby. This one already had teeth coming in, and they were very sharp, sharp enough to bite through a copper rod in one chump. Plus, she had an upside-down cross on her chest. If you guys don’t know, an upside-down cross is a satanic symbol. The nurses all looked at the doctor. It was like something they’d seen in a movie or in their craziest nightmares had just come true. “Um … Ken, have you seen anything like this before in your life?” “Nurse Kendra, I think we have a special, unexplainable case on our hands. In all my years as a doctor, I’ve never seen anything this horrible.” The newborn baby opened her eyes and start growling and laughing at the same time. She could speak in complete sentences, even though she had just been born a few hours ago. “Hey! How are you? I’m so glad to finally meet you all on this fine planet that we call earth. Now, tell me where my parents are located, and yes, I know this is shocking — a newborn communicating to you all like an adult would, but just to let you know, you’re not going crazy. I am talking to each one of you adults in this room. I am quite hungry as well. I really need to be fed as soon as possible.” The new born started on her feeding spree. Oh! she was very hungry and thirsty indeed. “Oh! Hello, my dear lass, pardon the mess the I made, and yes, I know you’re very shocked about all of this. And you’re asking yourself, how in the world can baby could do all of this by herself? But you just must realize that I have no choice. You’re not going crazy. This is really happening. You are really hearing and watching a baby talking to you in the flesh, but I wouldn’t tell that to anyone because they may think that you really are going insane. I just must find my mom and dad. You may have heard of them — Lira and Jim Woods. Do you know where they are located? And please don’t look at me like you’ve seen a ghost or some satanic demon or something like that, even though I have demons burning crosses, but that’s beside the point. Listen, pure mortal, if you don’t take me to my fucking parent, I will do the same thing to you that I did to these dumb fuckers. They called doctors and nurses, and I don’t want to repeat myself. Damn it! What are you waiting on, slave? I’m not getting any younger here, you bitch-ass fuck, unless you want to fucking die, and I would love to watch your family cry over your dead, useless body while me and my parents laugh our asses off.” “I would rather die than listen to some damn baby, and you know what? You’re lucky I didn’t call the cops on your parents, and yes this could be the craziest thing I’ve ever seen in my life, watching and listening to a walking, talking demon baby. I already know people wouldn’t believe me. I will stop your way. No matter what you say to me, I won’t let you get away with anything.” “You know what’s so sad? You shouldn’t have made that stupid wish. Like they always say, you get what you wish for, and sometimes it could be the worst wish that you could ever made in your fucking life. I may just have to kill and eat you, or just make you suffer, then just kill you. Man, there are so many choices and don’t think you can run away from me. Yes, I can read your mind, my fair nurse, and I can see into the future, as well. Now, you better march on to the room right now and show me your wish come true.” The nurse thinks about it for a minute and just went on with what the baby had wanted. She showed her where Jim and Lira where located. “Momma, Poppa, I did what you wanted me to do, but I do need a name, my dear parents. Yes, I know you must be wondering how could I talk? The reason why this is happening to me is all because, when you were at the grave site, you allowed your lord to do anything that your mind wanted, and Dad got me the power to talk and walk like an adult would, be a mind reader, and you can say I’m the smartest baby that you had ever created. Momma? Why do you have a shocked look on your face, like this is all new to you? Maybe it is.” “No, it’s not that, my child. I just couldn’t believe that you’re already here, our little slave master. My dear husband, what should call her. I think we forgot to mention that one while she was in me,” Lira said with her hand gracefully on Jim’s face. She had a smile on her face. “Well, Lira, I think we should called her Omen Darcey Woods. How do you like that, Omen, my child?” “I love it, Father. Now we should take this fine city as proud Woods rulers and make this fine land just as we planned it on being. So now, Mom and Dad, what’s the plan that you have to offer?” “Yes, my dear daughter, we do have plan for our devilish unwell doing for these humans who deserved to be our slaves. Your mother and I had thought of a plan before you were born to make these humans our slaves. If they don’t do what we want, we’ll have to kill and eat them, but we all must stick together as a family for this to work, my dear daughter and wife.” A nurse walked into the room in a complete shock. Well, you’d be in shock too if you saw a walking and talking baby acting like an adult. “What in the hell is going on here?” the nurse asked. Omen grabbed another nurse. “If you come any closer, this bitch here gets fucks up and eaten. You understand, you little fucker? You better do as we tell you before we eat her. We might eat you, too.” “Ok, I’ll do anything that you guys want me to do. Just don’t harm her, ok?” she replied while crying like a waterfall. “That’s a good slave, and I’m very proud of you, Omen, my devilish daughter. Let the other nurse go. Now bow down to your master’s right this second, unless you want to suffer the most painful death that you’ll ever face,” Jim said. “Yes, do as my father told you. Either he’ll or I’ll have something bad, if you can catch my drift, and it won’t be a quick death but a painful slow death. Now I want you to do something for us. It’s for my mum. I want you to come with me for a bit. I want you to get me something, but I want to make sure you’re not going to run off on me.” “Ok, master, I’ll do as you wish.” “There you go. That’s what I want to hear. Come with me, my lovely slave,” Omen said while she hopped on the nurse’s back. The nurse and Omen walked down the hallway. Omen was invisible and telling the nurse to stay calm. “So, no one will think something is up, you understand, you little winch?” The nurse nods her head softly. “Ok. That’s what I thought. Now I want you to go get some meds for my mum, and you better listen to me because I’ll make your life so damn miserable till the point that you wish you were never born. Let me say it like this, I’m very much worse than my parents. Do you want to know why I say that? Well, the reason why I say that is because I always wanted to torture someone while that person is tied up in the chair. I’d like to skin someone’s arm slowly and make them suffer like no other mortal has before.” But what Omen didn’t know was that this was not really a nurse or mortal. It was really Sorcery, and she was worried that she’d get caught, so she tried to stay calm and pretend like she was a nurse and go on with what Omen wanted, but she can’t believe this was happening. She wished that Lira had listened to her and not married Jim and had his kid. Because she was afraid of the worst happening. She was afraid that their world might have wanted to start a war with the humans’ world if they found out about what was going on. “Keep going, mortal slave!” “Ok, master, here we are. We’re in the med room. Pick as many and as much as you’d like.” Also, Sorcery was acting like she was under Omen’s mindreading spell. Omen was getting the right meds to make a healing spell for her mom, so they all could then make all these mortals their worthy zombie slaves. An hour later, she’d finally finished the healing potion. “Ok, slave, let’s go back to my parents’ rooms, so you can give this to my mom. I don’t want anyone to think that I was doing anything fishy, and if you do this, I will kill in such a terrible way till the point your family won’t remember your face at all. I would love to see what kind of expression they’d have when they see your face is skinned off slowly and love to hear you screams for mercy while you’re tied down and can’t do anything about it. My parents will help me with the process, meaning chopping you into little pieces like a deer on the side of the road and slow cooking you and maybe roasting your family up, too. I bet they’ll be so tasty in our mouths. Don’t you say, Ms. … umm … I never caught your name, my lovely slave. “Umm … my name is Mrs. Jones, my mistress Omen, and is there anything else I can provide for you at this moment? Or do your parents need anything else from me?” Sorcery said while bowing down to Omen. “Let me see if my parents need anything, slave.” They walked back to Jim and Lira’s room. Omen proceeded to give Lira the potion for a faster recovery to great health. Then Lira took all the IVs out of her arm. She also removed the heart plugs from her chest, and then got out of her bed, acting like nothing was wrong with her. She licked her fingers, puts them on her needle marks and vaginal area, and all of it was healed all the way through. As they left the hospital, no one knew what kind of danger Lira, Jim, and Omen were going to bring to them. Hopefully, it didn’t get too ugly. Plus, they still don’t know that the nurse that helped them out with this creepy operation was Lira’s best friend Sorcery, who was trying to tell her the truth about Jim. She wanted to tell Lira that Jim’s real intentions were to use her to get her pregnant, so he could use Omen to rule the world. Now that Omen had been born, he was prepared to drop Lira like last week’s old trash. “Thank you, my dear Omen. I feel like a million bucks. I’ve never felt better in my immortal life. So, my dear lover and daughter, I think we should start making these mortals do our bidding in the hospital first, then in the world because no one, and I do mean no one, can stand in our way.” “Like they say, Mom and Dad, one for all and all for one. They’ll have to serve us unless they have enough money to buy their freedom. I can’t wait to torture them to the point where their loved ones wouldn’t even recognize them at all,” Omen said while giving an evil laugh. “That’s right, my lovely Lira and Omen. We have to make sure this crazy world I controlled by our evilness, and their leaders have to go by what we say, and there’s nothing that they can do about it, and for those who try to stop us, we have to make sure they suffer the most pain.” “We have to show these mortals who’s boss and what the Woods family can actually do. As your daughter, I will make sure to make you happy because I want to let you know that I can be the most powerful slave driver ever. No matter what they say, we must make our mark on this stupid pure planet they called Earth, and I’ll also make sure, Mother and Father, that they have what’s coming to them. If they disrespect our command, they will be tortured so damn brutally and then eaten.” “Ok. My lovely daughter and husband, let’s make this world ours. Let’s make them our breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

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Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin. Fuck war, love comics.

So I’m making my way through Yoshikazu Yasuhiko’s Mobile Suit Gundam: The Origin and like I’ve seen Yaz’s work before. I have the first volume of Venus Wars--but it just didn’t click for me. MSG: The Origin tho is goddamn sorcery on the page. You need to know this first off, you don’t need to know anything about Gundam to read this. The whole thing is this is the book retelling the story that started it all but like Yaz’s from the heart version. And two volumes in, which is like...1000 pages of comics, and this is a masterpiece.

I’m mostly going to talk about the art, but story wise, military stuff is generally not my bag. Unfortunately, it’s a genre that is grossly popular in American comics, not just in straightforward military stories, but superhero comics as well. Too often these heroes have design updates that are all too happily to enlist heroes whose past models leaned more heavily into daredevil circus performers or wrestlers. You know the look. When your favorite hero goes from tights and a cape look to body armor looking shit everywhere. War on crime right? And then these companies on their film side have all kinds of connections to the military industrial complex--hell these companies often employ ex-military, or in some notable cases ex-CIA to write the damn books. And when you couple that with how interested the military has always been with warping people’s brains to keep the war machine humming(they once put acid in a whole town’s water supply just to see what would happen!) it’s quite unnerving! So besides being extremely anti-war in practice, I’m also pretty tin foil hat when it comes to seeing the edges of the military in pop culture, particularly when the message is like “look how cool this is!”

Which as a sidebar is one of the things that makes the Aubrey Sitterson GI Joe thing complicated to me, because like...I don’t think GI Joe is a good thing, and I don’t believe leftists should be getting their pay pushing paper for something that could not BE more military industrial. Like let's make kids think how cool being a soldier and going to war is--and then those kids grow up, and what a surprise we are in like ten wars that we know about, and will be for forever--and you get this kind of brainwashing that turns Kapernick trying to say “hey, maybe cops should stop shooting black men” into a debate about “respecting the flag” because the NFL is in bed with the military….agh. I hate it. I hate it all. From Operation Condor, the firebombings of dresden, hiroshima and nagasaki, the genocide of the american indian, fallujah, Abu Ghraib, our complicity in Saudi atrocities in Yemen and Qatar...we are not the good guys of history! We kill for empire, but our empire isn’t colonies, it’s more war. Our chief export is war. And I would love to expatriate to a country that doesn’t have these values, but I don’t know if even then I could shake that shit from my stomach. And even more insidious than our war is our financial arm, our banks and investors who have killed as many people with pens as any soldiers with guns. We are an empire of atrocity!

So when I see military comics, or cop comics, it just reminds me that I live in the most warlike country of the last 100 years, and all of those innocent people that are caught up in our bombs, and the way we turn whole regions into chaos to serve our ends and make more money--my relative prosperity as an American is built on the bodies and bloodshed of innocents the world over. I mean why is America what America is? It’s because WW2 basically moved europe's wealth to the US, and then we spent it on more bombs and we stepped in not because of any real moral thing--we stepped in because england owed us too much for us to let them go down. We as a country became a world superpower, the world superpower, through war profiteering and slavery. That’s a huge aside, but I’m saying, I fucking hate war. And maybe find ways to not contribute to more of those sort of comics? But more than that in an aesthetic sense, the codes for military in American comics are so bland and it seems half the time to justify not having to do interesting character designs. So surely there is a better fit for someone like Sitterson who has the politics I do, I think, than writing war comics to a patriotic pro-military audience, so I wish him the best, but fuck GI Joe. (And as an aside aside, if it were Frank Miller and not Aubrey Sitterson with the controversial opinion that book isn’t getting dropped--these companies only do these things as financial calculations, and if you are a big enough cash cow you can say or do whatever you want in comics for the most part but if you aren’t--you better protect your neck because these companies don’t have your interests in mind. And we live in stupid times) So I can fuck with Gundam because 1) it hates war as much as I do. And 2) they’re not trying to make everything look like utilitarian military shit. They’re about looking goood while they are hating war. The story is really rich, background characters positively radiate and each have their own character which comes to the fore at different parts. In some respects, Amuro Ray haunts this comic like death, because he’s the end of so many terrific characters that you really grow to love, and the Federation cause is somewhat murky at best, as is their exploitation of kids like Amuro. I kind of think Yaz does my favorite faces in all of comics, unseating Jose Munoz:

This kind of caricaturing is really lovely for a story this rich and dense, because you get so much just from how a character looks and the faces they make, and it’s quite appealing to look at I think. There are characters you fall in love with just because you want to see Yaz draw their face again. The range of expressions he has in the toolkit is amazing to me. Yaz’s style in general to me is like magic. Lines don’t connect, and it’s like he can just shift around these minimal set of lines and accomplish anything on the page. It’s like he has a set number of lines that he’s working with on every page, and he just dips his brush into the page and waves it around and those lines bend and contort into perfection. He’s one like Kirby where he kind of just sits down at a page and the images come out of his brain.

It’s not overly rendered, but it still is textural and inky. I think this also has my favorite lettering in comics. I don’t know who was responsible for it in english, but I love the obvious care that went into varying the lettering, and just how gentle and elegant it is. It probably was just a font in a computer--but it doesn’t FEEL like that, which is cool. Oh also Yaz watercolors various pages in the book, and they are almost all stunning. I’m planning to read his Joan of Arc book which is all watercolored, so that should be interesting. But I think what comes across more than anything reading these books, because of not only the comic, but the production value of the books themselves--the hard cover, the essays at the back, the slick pages, the thoughtful lettering--what comes across from stem to stern is that these books are a labor of love and passion in a way that you would not expect from the retelling of a decades old giant anime franchise!

Hideaki Anno said in his essay in the first book: “And I sense a certain good grace. He decides to draw Gundam--well known to the masses as a premier franchise of the plastic model and anime industries--not from weariness, not as expiation, nor to return to his roots, but in earnest as a work of his own” and I think he’s absolutely correct. There’s a love and attention to every inch of these books that is really inspiring to behold whether as an artist or in whatever you do to fill out your days--seeing something, anything, done by a master, with care and concern is a special thing to behold. I mean I don’t know for sure that Yaz actually gives a shit about this book--but that’s what comes across on the page. It comes across that he cares about these lines, about these stories, vividly, and even more surprising, the people whose charge is getting the work out to others, they seem to care just as much, so what you get is a very very special book.

In some ways, these dueling masters, Char and Amuro Ray, also express this concern and care. At one point Char loudly criticizes Amuro Ray for his lack of style. And while Char’s vanity, his secrecy, his romantic rogue ideal is extremely alluring, and any scene he’s in, I’m pretty glued to the page--he’s like Harlock or Queen Emeraldas. We don’t have these kind of artist villains in American comics for some reason. The closest I’ve seen was Ron Wimberly’s Prince of Cats which has characters who besides their bloody monstrous ideas, consider style to be important.

But even with all of that going on with Char, I’m surprisingly drawn to Amuro Ray--who is a character even without watching the original Gundam series(something I’m planning to rectify this winter--trying to finally knock out all the Gundam I’ve put off for years) that you just kind of know even without ever knowing why. He’s a legend. Like Luke Skywalker. Even his name when you say it, you feel like you are speaking the name of a god. But he’s a punk kid who has been dragged into this war against his will, and is desperately trying to balance doing the right thing, and keeping his identity. I love that sometime he just refuses to go out in the Gundam which puts Ltg Bright in these particular binds(Bright might lo key be my favorite character in the series weirdly, for how he kind of morphs through being a snotty prick, to being in over his head, to being someone capable of real genius creativity. I’ve been watching Iron Blooded Orphans which is a Gundam series about child soldiers and is really brutal and depressing, and Orga is kind of like Bright mixed with Char.) His mercurial nature speaks to the nature of his art versus Char. Amuro Ray belongs to the fickleness of inspiration, so because of that he’s not really reliable, but when he shows up he’s capable of things Char isn’t, moments of improvisation and grouchy genius that are the linchpins of the romantic appeal of the series.

Versions of this character archetype I feel usually are supposed to be incompetent or dumb to those around them, but their conviction carries them, they have the most will--but in Amuro Ray’s case, he’s just an asshole. The despair of it all, which is never lost on Amuro is that whether he does something, or doesn’t do something, people are going to die and it’s going to hurt. And knowing that, that in the end horror is inescapable, and that death is undefeated--like what do you do? How do you function? What do you choose when there are no good choices? Char is a little different, because his aim is revenge. Which that side of Char that he hides behind his rogue’s grin, and devilish acts is really stunning when it first comes out in these early books. He’s so careful to let that out, and when it does, you’re like “oh man, Char isn’t playing the same game the rest of you are”. Agh. It’s soo good. Comics like these keep the fires going. There’s an infinity of them out there to be sure, but nothing makes me happier than a truly great comic. Those comics that years after you remember the experience of reading them, where you were, what music was playing. A great comic is a great lover. It won’t last forever, though there’s a LOT of this book still for me to read--and I get in this mode where I both want to just inhale the whole comic as fast possible, and I don’t want this experience to end. This is that sort of thing. Which should be evident, since I bothered to write about it, haha. I could never just review comics. I’m like Amuro Ray with comics criticism, I need the right situation to be compelled to climb in and do it. I don’t fundamentally love writing comics criticism--but when I experience something great, I have to talk about it and write about it. Comics like these affirm everything about being involved with comics for me. Check it out, see if you feel the same way.

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What is this sorcery?(abit rated)

Based on bts run ep 13

Jungkook POV

Today we have to record the bts run episode 13. Our filming location for this episode is at the pool at ilsan. We were all wearing clothes that is suitable for today’s activity and its *cough* puma of course. We had to do what we had to do😉

Okay back to the topic. We are starting soon and everyone started standing in line with yoongi hyung in the middle. As always, yoongi will be the mc for today. That guy got skills. On my right theres jimin hyung. Ahemmm! My secret crush that no one ever knows.

He looked so fluffy right now. He will always look so cute in any clothes. Everytime he walks, his hair will bounce and i would always resist myself from running my hand through his hair. Life is hard when you have a crush on someone like jimin. Also! We got matching pairs of shoes. Only us hehehe. Even though its for us to promote the products, it still made me so giddy inside.

As soon as the signal was given for us to start, we all started clapping. We are split into young team and old team and of course jimin is with me. We are going to play games to guess who is the spy today. Everything went smoothly and we started our first game. This one needs alot of strength but i managed to pass through the obstacle. Taehyung also seems to be doing fine.

When its jimin’s turn, he had a hard time passing through the tube. I was abit worried for his safety so i kept an eye on him all the time. As soon as he reached the end, he plopped down in the water. I clapped for him to tell him that he did well. He was so out of breath.

He went on talking about how a spy would not try as hard as him. He looked like a mess with his hair covering like half of his face. Jimin is soo cute looking like that while trying to complain. That is when suddenly, my whole world stop. This is when i feel like my whole existance had been a lie.

Jimin ran both of his hands through his hair and push back all of his hair that is covering his face to the back, revealing his forehead. I was stunned for a few seconds. My smile dropped for a few seconds.

You guys may not see it but i frozed abit. Just tiny bit. I gained back my composure and blurted out something in exchange.

“Your new hairstyle looks cool” i said while pointing at his hair.

What the heck jeon? I thought i gained back my composure?! I hope he doesn’t notice that i sound so flustered. I laughed it off as a joke as soon as i commented on his hair. Is that good? I feel like a pro. That is when jimin turned to look at me in the eyes with that hairstyle. We made a brief eye contact and i swore, i swore i saw his right lips twitched into a smirk.

“Jimin, stroke your hair.”

My heart beat when hoseok hyung suggest that. No way he is going to do that. Is he trying to kill me again?

But oh boy i was wrong. He pushed his hair back with one hand with that smug face and ruffled his hair oh so sexily. As the final pose, again he pushed his hair back with two hands, posing like a model looking so hot. I was jungshook of course but filming has to move on. As a pro, i found back my long lost composure and filmed everything until the end.

There was time when jimin would do cute things that would make my heart feeling all warm and fuzzy but i would always remember how he looked with his hair wet. Especially when it is pushed back. I feel like pushing him against the wall and run my hair through his hair, while marking him mine(oops abit too much?).

(I don’t know how the toilets in one mount look like but lets just assume its a big one)

After we are done filming, we all went to take a quick bath. Everyone already went in(which i assumed). All the way, i kept thinking about jimin. That guy drive me crazy. He will be cute on one second but killing me the next. I let out a big sigh at how pathetic i am right now. Crushing on one of my members. The risk i choose to take.

I went on one of the bathroom which was away from the others. As i was about to close the door, someone pushed open the door. I tumbled back at the force. I was taken aback. I thought it was jin hyung messing with me again but when i looked up, my throat went dry.

The park jimin is here. In front of me. Luckily his hair is down right now. I might die if his hair is still up while looking at me. We made a brief eye contact before which was already hard on me. Imagine if his attention was all on me(like right now) with his hair up and his eyebrow showing.

“H-hyung? What are you doing”

Jimin placed his hand on my chest before shoving me inside. I thought he would leave but i was dead wrong again. He went inside with me before locking the door. What is he doing?

After locking the door, he turned to look at me in the eyes. He stares at me for like 3 seconds. In that 3 seconds, i can feel myself sweating. This is so nerve wrecking! Compose yourself jk.

“Umm. Hyung? I thought you went inside already? Why are you here?”

Jimin slowly approached me while i on instinct, move back until i feel my back hit the wall.

“H-hyung?” It came out as a whisper instead

“Jungkook-ah” i gulped at the seriousness in his voice.

“Y-yeah?”

Suddenly, jimin let out a soft giggle. All the seriousness gone.

“Sorry jungkookie. I was teasing you. I am going out”

Teasing? Teasing?! Is he kidding me? Okay. You know what fuck it. I held back his hand before he could reached for the lock. His back was facing me and I was so near to him that there was no space between us. I can feel his body heat against mine.

Without a second thought, i pulled jimin by his hand and shoved him against the wall. It seems like i was abit too harsh as he lets out a soft squeak. I felt guilt rushing in. I interwined our hands together.

I was still holding his hand with my right hand so I bring up my left hand to caress jimin’s cheeks gently to get his attention. Jimin let out a soft gasps at the skin contact. Will he be disgusted? I was so scared to look into his eyes right now. He was still looking down.

“Hyung. Look at me”

Slowly he looked up at me. I looked into his eyes to see any evidence of disgusts but found nothing. Should i be relief? I was worried that i did not make any move at all. I kept thinking about alot of things that can happen. We kept looking at each other in the eye without saying a word.

“Jungkook ah”

I snap back into reality when i heard jimin’s voice. Suddenly, i felt a warm and small hand on my left cheek. I was confuse. What does this mean? Should i stop or continue. The only way to fins out is to continue. Here goes nothing..

I took a deep breath.

“Hyung..”

“Hmm?”

“I..ilikeyou. Not just like but likelike. More likeiloveyou!ever since we met, i have always felt something for hyung.”

I had my eyes shut tight after confessing my crush that no one knows. There was silence after that. I guess thats it.. i am doomed. Jimin will hate me.

“I know kook. I-i love you too.”

My eyes widened when i heard those four words from jimin. He feels the same?!

“R-really? When? How?”

Jimin smiles at me being so flustered. Before i can register anything else, i felt something warm and soft on my lips. This is too good to be true. Jimin is kissing me.. he is kissing me?! Shit.

Without hesitation, i pulled jimin closer by his waist. Jimin’s hand that was on my cheek, is now on dropped on my chest, holding my shirt tightly. I pressed down onto the kiss. Jimin let out a soft moan which is definitely a music to my ears and it made me feel so hot right now. I flicked the shower tap open to conceal jimin’s voice just in case. The warm water hit both of us making us wet again. Shit. This is so hot.

I bit jimin’s lower lip that made him gasp. I took my chance to enter his mouth. I pushed my tounge inside his cavern. We started fighting with our tounges. At times when i would pull him closer, jimin would let out a soft moan. With the water hitting us, it feels like we are drinking some of the water too. We fought for dominance, and of course i won the fight.

By the time we let go, we were both breathless. I licked jimin’s saliva that dripped out from the intense kissing. After licking, i went lower to his neck. I can smell jimin's scent. It smells so sweet. Gently, I gave his neck a soft peck before gently bitting down on it(not leaving any marks. We are so dead if there is). I gave it a soft lick as if to ease the pain.

“Unghh..jungkook.”

Finally we looked at each other again. I turned off the shower tap to have a better look at jimin. This time i didn’t held back at all. I pushed his hair back with my free hand. Even though its wet, it still feels so good. I looked jimin in the eye.

“I love you. Please be mine”

Jimin gave me his sweetest smile ever which melts my heart.

“I am always yours kookie. I love you too ever since forever.”

I never felt so happy in my life. I kissed jimin’s exposed forehead gently. I pulled him closer again until there are no space between us. With our foreheads against each other, we giggled softly.

“But jungkookie?”

I hummed back as a reply.

“This is awkward but you have a hard on actually. Its rubbing against my thigh..”

I forgot about it! My face turned beet red. Urghh. This is so embarassing.

“Hey kook. Kookie! Its fine. I’m at the same situation too..”

Now that he mentioned it, i can feel it too… i blushed at the contact. I was about to move away when i accidentally rubbed jimin’s hard on.

“Nnghh.. j-jungkook..don’t move!”

Urghhh his moan made me harder. Park jimin..you dangerous man but that had got to wait. The others are probably done already.

“I wish i could fuck you right now but i bet the others are already waiting.”

Wow. I just said that. Jimin eyes widened at my language and i can see his cheeks turning redder. Cuteeee

“Jungkook! Jimin! Are you guys done?!”

We jumped at the voice. Namjoon hyung..

“Y-yeah!! Just wait at the van. Finishing up!”

“Hurry up okay?!”

“Yeah hyung!!”

After that we heard the footsteps walking away. We let out a sigh of relief.

“Hyung! You go and calm down okay.. i’ll make it up to you soon. I promise. Lets hurry up.” I gave jimin one last peck on his lips before letting him go. He quickly went out of the bathroom leaving me. I quickly took a swift shower but i can feel myself smilling all the way. What a day.. Side note: Bts run ep 13 inspired me so i had to do what i had to do😂 its a bit rated.. i am planning to do the “scene” 😎 yknow what i am talking about. Tell me whether you guys want or not. For the “Almost got caught” i will update soon. So wait for it💕💕

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WeIt’s been a while since I’ve gone to a prerelease. I think since...BFZ? But with the free Arena sealed voucher and the return to return to Ravnica, Magic’s greatest setting, I schlepped my way to the game store (after swallowing two edibles). It’s a different store than the one I used to prerelease at. A narrow room is filled with one line of tables and barely enough space on either side of them to walk past. The counter stretches...6 metres? It’s a game store, like many and unlike many others. I showed up 3 minutes late and all the non-Izzet prerelease packs have been taken. Not much of a choice, izzet? God, kill me. I get a promo Firemind’s Insight and a really conflicted Sealed pool. I have three Selesnya rares, a Steam Vents, an Assassin’s Trophy (which I’m going to trade away) and the new 1R growing elemental guy. I have, like, no playable creatures, and end up reaching for two copies of Muse Drake just to be able to play more than 8 battle dumplings. I built into a grixis fliers/midrange deck, mostly anchored around my copious removal and my UUBB guy. I always forget how long we’re allowed for deckbuilding at these events. I’m usually a quick deckbuilder, but the drugs kick in and I find myself looking at the same 25 possible includes for a straight 15 minutes. I cut my second copy of the 1UB enchantment and grab basics, and proceed to have a really pleasant conversation with the guy diagonal from me about Legacy Pox. What a beautiful deck! He confessed to running the 1-of granddaddy Pox, as well as 4 Sinkhole, 4 Wasteland, 4 Smallpox, etc. Gotta love a man who plays the 1-of. He said he plays Percy as a finisher though, instead of the Nether Shadow recursion/beats strat - “make a percy, swing three times, you’re dead”, he explains. Sounds interesting! Round one. I’m up against a friendly Asian guy in his late 20s. He’s on BUG, and we have a good back-and-forth, but I take the series 2-1. Nothing really memorable or exceptional here; just some good old fashioned Sealed gameplay. I take game 3 with a reasonably-thrilling combo kill out of nohwere with Wee Dragonauts buffs and 6 points of burn going dome. Really great games, I say, and he agrees. I report the match win to the store owner, who I think gives me a little wink of approval. Who is this strange newcomer, who can win her first game? I imagine he’s saying. She must be a powerful sorceress. Round two. I deckbuilt across from this guy, so I know that he’s on Naya and has a foil Trostani (jealous). He had a bye R1, so I’m nervous, but I pretend I didn’t know this when he explains it to me. “So, you feeling good, then?” I ask, and he replies with something that’s music to my ears: He’s a total scrub! He has no idea how to play Magic, and is “usually the worst guy in the room”. I’m about 5% wary of some kind of hustle, but I don’t think I’m being hustled; this guy is earnest about how bad he is at Magic, so let’s just have some fun games! In game 1, I keep a risky hand with UR mana and two B spells. I never find a Swamp, and Sammy Scrub over here just develops a board and beats me down. The whole time, he’s table talking nervously about how this is the best it ever goes for him, and this is probably the best he’ll do all day. A turn before I’d die, I say gg and flop the hand, which now has 4 B spells and still no B mana. ”That explains a lot”, he says. In game 2, I take a dicy mull to 4 looking for lands. I’m sitting on Swamp, new Rupture Spire, Dinrova Horror, Goblin Cratermaker, which is at least an all-stars version of my shitty, shitty deck. I manage to do some nice stack trickery with Cratermaker that fizzles one of his Auras. After clarifying the difference between Auras and Equipment, I take game 2 easily.

This seems like an apt point to take a moment to take a personal stand: I hate the way he taps his mana. He keeps all his lands in a single pile, behind his library (and therefore more or less underneath his arm from my viewpoint). This game, he did this thing where he’d hold up 3 mana for like 4 turns, and I’d have to keep clarifying that he had mana up, with him even doing things like casting a Worldsoul Colossus with X=2 so he could hold up mana (I Dead Weighted it. 😭Brutal😭). Turns out he was holding onto a Plummet effect; when I slammed the Dinrova Horror, he said “oh, that has flying, right?” and tried to kill it. Damn, sorry dude, but it also has Hexproof... Anyway. The experience of playing against multiple people with really incoherent mana presentation made me resolve to be even better about my own land display. It’s something Magic Arena couldn’t possibly have reminded me about; the messiness and personal flair that goes into the way each player taps, plays, and manipulates their cards, all outside of the game itself. Game 3 also comes down to some board stall where I blunted his early assault and stabilized with Wee Dragonauts. Once I hit 6 mana I did the 4UR split card spell to search for an instant (the jumpstart draw 2) and a sorcery (the 3bb murder surveil 2). That was my endgame value chain, and he just couldn’t beat it. I played really forgivingly and walked him through my understandings of several combats in a way that I think made him a more equitable opponent to me, and so for that reason I think we had some really captivating fun games. I really liked this guy, and I hope he did well after we fought. We go to turns, so my idea to buy pizza before R3 is tragically dashed on the rocks. I still haven’t eaten (always take pills on an empty stomach, kids), and I’m starting to feel it.

My opponent this round is a happy looking fat kid, who the entrenched player cracking a box to my left apparently mentored in Magic’s rules. The moment we square up I realize he’s a “Real Opponent” in a way the round 2 guy simply wasn’t; he does the pro player card shuffling tic, announces every trigger, and his cards make the loud SLICK SLICK SLACK of a player who knows exactly which card he’s putting where, and who intends to waste no time doing so.

We both mull to 6. “Ooh, hope you didn’t keep a fast one, or I might need to go to 5″, I tease. He tells me he kept a fast one, I stay on 6, and true to his word, he grizzly bears me into the dust by turn 6. Brutal! I mire in self-abnegation. You IDIOT, I think. He said it was a fast one, I castigate. Oops! This is not the mindset of a champion. I reset quickly for game two. At this point we’re comfortable enough in the dance, two mature players (one a child) with cleanly-laid-out mana and creatures and full understanding of the Stack, and we’re bullshitting and talking Modern while we play. It’s a joyous experience, the best time I’ve had playing paper Magic recently. I take game 2 pretty cleanly when he’s stuck on two lands, and the land clump he hits on turn 5 is too little too late, even though he slams a locket as soon as he can play it. I misplay a little by forgetting some of his announced triggers during combat, and get a 1-for-1 on my Dinrova Horror instead of the 2-for-1 I’d planned on. Oops! I win handily, though. In game 3 I kept a risky 6 - 5 lands and a two-drop. I draw more lands and just can’t spend gas fast enough to keep up, and he curves me into the dust with his efficient little battle dumplings. RIP, really great games. The thrill of combat and the hot copper taste of blood (I think I bit my cheek accidentally?) fill my veins. In the pizza meta selection subgame, I walk in the door thinking Potato, but audibled to Feta and Sundried Tomatoes because I heard Boros had good chances against the field.

I walk back down the street to the LGS. The pizza did what it needed to and has loosened the feelings of self-doubt that come with your first tournament loss of the day. I am a champion. I am a queen. I’m beautiful. I visualize myself going 3-1. My opponent for the fourth and final round is another teen, but he’s way worse than the cute friendly pro-to-be. He’s really soft-spoken, which wouldn’t be a problem but Putative Pro is the other match on this table and he and I are still occasionally shooting the shit, much to Surly Kid’s annoyance. Sorry, dog! I would normally use your turns to plan strategy or whatever, but he takes such ponderous long turns I feel like I have no choice. He’s moaning that he’s had to mull to 5 5 times already. My heart goes out to the kid, but maybe he should learn to trust in the heart of the cards!~ He’s built a pretty solid GWr aggro deck, lots of lifegain and Mentor effects. Exactly the kind of deck I’m not built to answer! But it turns out that spot removal works okay against mentor if you can keep them from having two guys attack on any given turn. I bleed out before I can stabilize game 1, though. Game 2 I barely remember also, but I think I had a solid early curve and managed to discard his 1 answer in-hand. Hard to complain about that!

Game 3. Game 3 is scary. We both mull to 5 and have shaky starts. He hits me with early pressure and takes me down to like 5 real early, while I’ve managed to chip him down to like 16. FIVE TURNS, comes the booming announcement. Oh shit, I think. I have to take this. A 3-1 finish is so close, I can taste it. I end up stacking Wee Dragonauts and Electrostatic Wall triggers to find exact lethal on my last of the 5 extra turns. It’s incredibly, viscerally, beautifully satisfying. I feel electric, triumphant, and exultatory. This is my apotheosis.

I win...three packs! Oops. The kid who beat me in R3 came first (satisfying to only lose to the winner), but because of the byes, someone has a 3-0-1 record, and they get the 6 packs due to second. Still, it’s a delight to place. TRADES: traded away my Assassin’s Trophy for a K Command, new Niv, some cube cards / foils and some pocket change.

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