#hero plays idol land

[idollandhero]

I ACTUALLY GOT TOP 10 IN THE PHOTO CONTEST LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[brrrkdslek]

MY BULLY!

❒ high schooler! csn x bully! male! reader

❒ angst to fluff, loser san

❒ san encounters the school's infamous bully, you. but it takes a shocking turn when you confess your feelings for him, what'll san do?

❒ making out, hickies<3, dry humping, blowjob, praising, pet names, vanilla, raw sex, san's first ><

❒ 2.4k

❒ i wrote this first thing im the morning yw🫶🏻

everybody at school knew who you were, the big bully of the school, m/n. you would harass random students when you felt bored and skipped most classes.

choi san, the school's sweetheart was loved by all. he was kind and caring towards everyone and helped anybody in need.

as san chatted away with his friends in the corner of the classroom, the door suddenly burst open, revealing you, smirking evilly. the students all went quiet as m/n approached a student, gripping the boy by his collar.

you observe the boy before landing a punch, sending him flying to the ground. "it was you yesterday, wasn't it!?" before you could kick the boy, san jumped in front of him with his arms spread out, shielding the boy.

however, san was shaking like a leaf. he didn't know why but he just felt the need to step in, especially when nobody else would. you laughed at him, "hm? what's this, playing hero now?"

san held back a whimper as you neared his face, gripping his jaw with your hand, you whispered. "heh, you're so cute, ya know that?" san's cheek turn pink as you squeezed them together. "meet me at the garden after school, pretty." then you left.

san couldn't focus during the last few lessons. he bit his lip, trying to hold back the smile from showing on his face. he wasn't supposed to feel like this for his bully, but the way you touched him made his knee buckle.

he got redder and redder every second as he kept replaying the picture of you, smirking at him, calling him cute. he felt like those girls that thirst over idols or something(me), it made him all giddy inside.

as san neared the garden behind the school, his hands became clammy. what if you beat him up, what if you kill him!? san's heart was beating so loudly he could hear it in his ears.

as he turned the corner, he saw you in an asian squat, watching the flowers. was he seeing things? you, l/n m/n, was watching... flowers? you turned your head upwards as you heard him approaching.

you smirk as you walked towards him, cornering him between the big pots. he whimpered as he started tearing up, "please don't hurt me..." you groaned and cupped his cheeks gently, "fuck baby, how am i supposed to do anything when you're looking at me like that?"

you coo at the boy as a tear slides down his cheek. "honestly, i had my eye on you for a while." you wipe the tear off his cheek, smiling tenderly at him. san's face was tomato red, what? you liked him? the thought alone gave him butterflies.

as your face neared his, you asked, "may i?" san nodded his head eagerly as you smashed your lips on his. san had never done this before, he'd never kiss anybody up until now — you were his first.

san moaned into the kiss when you slide your tongue inside his mouth, rubbing circles around his waist. he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer.

he only pulled away to catch his breath, a string of saliva connected at your lip. san's face was so red, "is this a yes?" you ask excitedly. san only nodded his head shyly as he buried his face into your shoulder.

you kissed the top of his head as you two stay like that for a while, in each others embrace. "can i," san looked up, "can i kiss you again?" you could literally feel the arrow that pierced through your heart.

not wasting another second, you pulled san in for another kiss by his waist, gripping tightly eliciting a high-pitched whimper from san. "say my name," you mumble against his lips.

"m/n..." you unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt as you went to attack his neck. you smiled as you heard san's beautiful moans, sucking and nibbling at his neck.

suddenly you heard two voices approach, getting closer. san froze in fear and pulled you back up, "stay quiet for me, kitten~" "w-what, what are you-" san moaned as you bit down on his neck, he gripped your hair as his vision became hazy.

"i heard something over here." he covered his mouth and whimpered as you kiss and sucked at his neck. you look down to see a wet spot forming on his pants, you grin.

as the voice neared, san let out a surprised moan as you rubbed your crotch against his. just now noticing his growing boner, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, muffling his embarrassed moans. "dude you're hearing things, let's just go."

you held san's hip in place as you humped against his crotch, groaning every now and then. san removed his head at your neck when the voices diminished completely.

he pouted and hit your chest playfully with tears prickling the corner of his eyes. "you're so mean... we could've been caught!" you giggled and cooed at the boy, "oh i'm sorry, my prince." you squished his cheeks as you kissed him once more.

the both of you were all hot and sweaty. san lifted one leg up as to create more friction between your crotches as you held his leg at your hip. you kept him steady as you made out messily. just then, san's phone began to ring.

he covered his mouth as you rutted your hip faster and faster. "u-um, hello mom!" you grinned as you sucked at his neck again, with him leaned against the brick wall for support.

"i- ah! yeah, i'm on my way back- mmh!" san bit his lip and gripped your hair as you licked his sensitive spot, ripping out another whimper from his throat. "ye-yes! i'm fine, just tired... ouh~!" san's thighs shook as you continued rutting against him, he swore his pants would catch on fire soon.

"o-okay! bye mom- ah!" san cried as he switched his phone off, sensitive everywhere. "m/n- ah! stop, i feel- w-weird...!" you kiss his cheek, "it's alright baby, you're just about to cum, no biggie." you smile as you catch his lips again, sucking on his bottom lip.

san screamed as his entire body shook, he gripped onto you tightly as he felt his legs give out. you held him in your lap as you laid against the wall, panting. "i love you, san." he smiled and leaned onto your chest, "hmm... i love you too, m/n!"

san's heart fluttered when the teacher announced that you were paired with him for the project. he blushed as he remembered everything they had done the day before.

you smiled at his enthusiasm as you stroke his thigh, "let's do the project at my place?" san agreed before you two went back to class. it was so hard to pay attention when you sat right next to him, big, warm, veiny hand stroking his thigh.

san stood nervously at your front door as he adjusted his clothes before ringing the bell. you had opened the door almost immediately as he drooled at the sight of you, tight black tank top with low waisted sweats, showing your skin a bit.

you pulled him in for a sweet and loving kiss, admiring his entire look. "you're so adorable, my love!" you hug him tightly as you swayed him around.

surprisingly, you two focused on the project the entire time. san was also shocked at how smart you were, since you talked nonstop.

you two eventually finished the project with you throwing him on your bed. you leaned down and made out with him quickly, "fuck, i can't wait any longer. i want you so bad..." san moaned as you nibbled on his ear.

san suddenly got off the bed, kneeling on the ground. you gulped, "what are you doing?" he pulled you to sit at the edge of the bed, "i wanna suck you off..." you smirked as you wiggled out of your sweats.

your huge cock bounced as it hit against his face, san's eyes were so wide. he almost came at the sight of it, how was he supposed to fit... this into his mouth?

"don't worry baby just try your best." you stroke his head as san gulped, licking at the tip, he watched you hiss and throw your head back.

using both hands he held the base as he slowly put it in his mouth. it tasted weird and it was so big, san could only imagine how good it'd be if it were inside him.

just then you pushed his head in, moaning as it hit the back of his throat, sending vibrations throughout your body. your legs shook as you fucked his face, you tried to be gentle but fuck, his mouth was so good.

san felt himself become dumb each second you thrusted into his mouth, it felt surreal. he pulled his cock out of his pants and began stroking at it, he whimpered as you yanked at his hair.

"i'm- fuck, cumming!" san's eyes widen as his mouth fills with your warm and thick cum. you probably came for at least 10 seconds, fuck. you panted as you held san's chin, "open wide for me baby."

san opened his mouth, sticking his tongue out as his cock leaked with pre-cum. "so good, now swallow." san moaned as he felt your hot cum slide down his throat, cumming on the spot.

san squeezed his thighs together as his cock twitched. he whimpered as you picked him up, tossing him onto the bed. "awh, you came just from sucking me off, so cute!"

you made out with him again, tasting your own cum in his mouth. you began stripping out of your clothes, ripping his off in the process. never breaking the kiss.

you went to pull out a condom from your drawer as san snatched it and threw it across the room. you giggled at the boy, "no don't! i wanna feel you," sam pulled you down and whispered in your ear, "i want you to cum in me..."

you pulled away and looked at him, shocked. san hid his face in your chest out of embarrassment as you stroke his hair. "hmm... i see." you kissed the top of his head as you positioned yourself.

"tell me if it's too much, 'kay?" san nodded meekly as he held onto your chest. you slowly push the tip of your cock in as he moaned out long and breathy.

wow, san felt so... so full. he looked down, you only put the tip in yet he was so close to cumming already. the thought alone turned him on even more. "you can keep going..." san threw an arm over his eyes, embarrassment taking over him as he spoke.

you smiled and pecked his slightly swollen lips before entering more and more. you kissed and nibbled on his lips as he cried from both pain and pleasure, san smiled into the kiss as he wrap his arms around your neck.

soon enough, you were all in. san blushed as he looked a the small bump that poked out at him stomach. how did you even fit in him anyways? you leaned down and pressed your sweaty forehead against his, mumbling words of praises to the boy.

san smiled, showing his pretty dimples which you kissed long and hard. "you can move now." san whispered as you held onto his hips, "i'll be gentle." you said as you stroked his tear-stained cheek.

you slowly pulled out, dragging against his tight walls. you shut your eyes as you slowly push in, repeating the action slowly. san cried each time you stretched him out, cupping your face as he moaned and whimpered.

it was heavenly, never in his life did san think his first would be with the school bully, opposite of him in every way. he loved this, he loved you. all the past crushes he had could never compare to how he felt about you.

you buried your face into the crook of san's neck as you groaned next to his ear, sending shivers down his spine. san's finger intertwined with your hair, enjoying every moment of this. "faster..." san felt like he would die immediately if you didn't start moving.

you kissed his cheek as you picked up the pace, thrusting deep each time, hitting his sweet spot. san's body shook as he let out a heavenly moan, "right there?" "oh... right there, yeah..." you giggled at how dumb san became after just a few thrusts.

san saw stars as your thrusts became faster and faster, his nails clawed at your back as you groaned. tears slipped out of his eyes at the heavenly feeling of your cock, fitting perfectly inside of him.

"ugh- baby, i'm close..." you said as you cupped his cheeks, wiping away the stray tears. "m-me too..." you intertwined your hands with his as you started thrusting at an inhumane speed, san whimpered as he closed his eyes, feeling every part of his body shake.

you capture his lips in a sweet and long kiss as you came deep inside him. sam moaned into the kiss, your hot cum triggering his own release as he came in long, white ropes across his chest.

you pulled away, slowly pulling out of him. san laud limp on your bed as you cleaned yourself up, then him. you got up as san whined, "nooo, don't go!" you kiss his temple as he made grabby hands towards you, "i'm just gonna get you some clothes," looking at the destroyed mess on the ground, "since i ripped yours apart, heh."

you simply put on a pair of boxers and grabbed an oversized tshirt for san. you returned to see the boy curled into a ball under your blanket, snoring softly.

your heart clenched as san smiled while mumbling your name in his sleep. you carefully put the tshirt on him, then you slipped under the covers, cuddling into san's neck as you drifted to sleep.

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

[imminent-danger-came]

I think I disagree with the take that like, Azure Lion was initially "manipulating" Wukong. I think they were two unhealthy people who played into each other's flaws. Azure needed someone to idolize and Wukong fed into the praise he received.

And like, tbh the way Azure put Wukong on a pedestal is the same way MK is currently putting Wukong on a pedestal. "Monkey King is a hero, he wouldn't just-" but he would MK. He changed for the better, but he's still hurt you. That's just not how it works. Wukong didn't walk "the path of the good guy" and suddenly become this perfect figure. MK, you're lying to yourself the same way Azure did—"And then, I learned of the Monkey King, whose only allegiance was to his people! He made his land a paradise; I knew here was a warrior with my ideals, a brother, a King." Wukong didn't have Azure's ideals. Azure at the very least wanted to become the Jade Emperor to make the world a better place, but Wukong initially wanted to become the Jade Emperor to become more powerful, more immortal. They just all got their own issues and flaws

[neverchecking]

His Forbidden Fruit

My first official post, ooh how fun! This isn't very long and kind of all over the place, but I wanted to get something out. This wasn't written with a specific Link in mind, so use the Link of your choice!

There were so many things wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. And he hated it. No, he didn't hate it. That wasn't a strong enough word. This was far more than a simply hatred. He loathed it in all actuality. Loathed the world around him and how unfair it was to his sweet, darling beloved. They were too pure for this world. Too good.

It wasn't fair. He and his soul brothers were the heroes of Courage. Not them. Never them. They were sculpted to sit and be idolized, worshipped. To have the ground they graced with their steps kissed. Something he would gladly do. Which is why it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair, It Wasn't Fair, IT WASN'T FAIR, IT WASN'T FAIR-

He was going to tear his hair out at this point.

Oh, how he wished to go back and save them from this fate. To put down his own life before they had to even think about putting down theirs. But then, they would've never met. And how could he live without them when they were the very reason he ate, slept, fought, breathed. Perhaps, then, it wasn't as unfair as he originally thought. Because meeting you was such a blessing. A blessing in this unfair and cruel adventure were he was tossed around like a child's ragdoll.

But, oh, how he loathed the fact that you had to stain you're pure, satin hands with the blood of the unworthy. How you had to lay your blade down on the unworthy cretin that crossed your path. How you had to step up, play the hero of your world when you should've been kept safe. Safe and sound somewhere where no one could hurt you.

...Wasn't that thought? Taking you somewhere, some place, only he knew about. He was a well traveled individual. He knew of places not even maps that covered the ever-changing lands from centuries ago ever noted. It would take while, but he could take the bits you had explained of your world and build your dream house, just for you and him.

ONLY you and him.

He could see it now, coming home to you, cooking, maybe cleaning, humming to yourself before lighting up as soon as you saw him. Jumping to his arms, your weight familiar and comforting as you clung to him. The feeling of your arms clinging around him as you pressed your lips, plump and delicious, to his own, welcoming him back. How he would wrap his own arms around your hips, gently rocking you back a few steps as his smirk pressed harder against your own lips. The curve of your backside as his fingers dared to venture further and the cute little gasp you would give, giving him the opportunity needed to slip his tongue-

He shook his head. This line of thought was dangerous. Tantalizingly so. Almost like you were. Because that's what you were, weren't you? The Forbidden Fruit, dripping with juice and shining in the light of your halo, simply asking him to take a bite. To taint you. To absolute corrupt your once pure soul. To blemish and tarnish your once pristine skin with bite marks and marks that bloomed an almost grotesque mix blue and purple-- his own signature lipstick meant for your skin alone.

He wanted to ruin you.

His precious forbidden fruit, tempting him away from the way of Hylia. One he was all to willing to stray from if it mean keeping an eye on you and only you.

If only you would let him get his forbidden bite, let him fall for your ways completely and wholly.

Because he would do so blindly if it meant falling for you.

Hope you enjoyed, Darlings~ Shoot me a request maybe? I look forward to hearing from you~

-Cinder XOXO

[joonggphilia]

❤️🤍After Party🤍❤️

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Top! Idol! Oh Seungmin x Bttm! Staff! Male reader Genre: smut cw: Mentions of alcohol, mentions of being high, hand kink, spit as lube. A/n: This fic is very much inspired by the song Kiss land by The Weeknd (highly recommend listening to it if you can read and listen at the same time) ALSO I’m manifesting all the awards for Livelock, man is the album great!

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Xdinary Heroes, a rookie group that slowly climbed their way up the ranks. M/n didn’t know how he got the job of being their makeup artist, not that he was upset. He loves doing makeup and boy, did he love a certain someone. Oh Seungmin, better known as O.de, was m/n’s biggest crush. It sounded cheesy, but he got butterflies every time the said male walked into the room. No one in the group ever says anything, but it’s pretty obvious the O.de is smitten with m/n to. Today was special for the group. They had just recently won a couple titles with their new album and the staff decided to plan a party for after their show. This party happened to be at M/n’s house. He was the only one with a big enough house, who was also free. He didn’t mind as long as it made everyone happy. M/n was currently making his way out of the dressing rooms and towards the parking lot. “Wait m/n! Can I get a ride to your house? I’m all ready to leave anyway.” M/n whipped around to see Jungsu running up to him. “Gunil brought me here and he takes forever to get ready. I want to leave now.” He looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was listening to him talk shit. “Yeah. Yeah! Of course, whatever you need” m/n bowed to the man in front of him. “Drop the formalities, let’s go party!” He cheered grabbing m/n’s hand and dragging him to the parking lot. ———————————————————————

M/n’s house was booming, literally. Red lights flashed and music blasted through speakers. The smell of smoke and alcohol was suffocating, almost unbearable, but no one cared. It’s a party after all. M/n sat on the couch, as he scrolled through his phone. “M/N! GREAT PARTY!” Jungsu screamed over the music. He slowly leaned in towards m/n and whispered in his ear “someone is eyeballing you. Go get him.” ——————————-NSFW————————— O.de may have been a little high, but damn was the party version of m/n doing things to him. He was hard in his jeans just watching him waltz around the room. The only thing keeping him from going feral were the party drugs and Gunil making a fool of himself on the dance floor. Things all changed when he made eye contact with the beautiful boy, who was making his way towards him. “You liking the party?” Asked m/n. “I’m actually really enjoying myself. Your house is nice.” He answered, trying to keep the conversation going. “Thanks. You might liked my bedroom if you like this part of the house.” M/n wasn’t thinking with his brain, he was thinking with his dick. A snap decision really. “I’m so glad you said that!” Said O.de, as he jumped down from his spot on the counter, following m/n down a dark hallway. M/n threw his door open, shoving himself and O.de inside, then locking it. M/n was immediately pinned to the door. “I really want you.” Breathed O.de as he kissed up m/n’s neck, threatening to leave little marks every now and then. “Me too. I’ve always wanted to get closer with you Seungmin.” m/n agreed as he let the other male have his way. M/n’s attention was slowly drawn to O.de’s hands, which were working on the buttons of his shirt. His hands looked like they were made of beautifully carved marble. They look strong. God, the things those fingers could do. Oh Seungmin played the keyboard and synth, and it showed. M/n was practically drooling as he watched O.de’s hands move to slip off his shirt. “You’re so gorgeous.” Spoke m/n who was now undressing himself. “Your one to talk, if I’m gonna be honest, I’ve always had a thing for you.” Confessed O.de as he picked up m/n and put him on the bed. He went back to attacking m/n’s neck, this time leaving prominent marks of love. He traveled down to his chest, then torso, stopping above is private area. “Let’s get to it, shall we?” O.de playfully asked. “Please.” M/n almost demanded. Seungmin pushed M/n’s legs to his chest and spit on his hole, then he shoved two fingers in. M/n slapped a hand over his mouth to muffle the horrid noises that clawed up his throat. M/n squirmed under the other male, his body reacting uncontrollably to each movement and pump of O.de’s fingers. “I love the way your body talks, but I wanna hear your voice to baby” He spoke, kissing the back of m/n’s hand. M/n moved his hands to the back of O.de’s neck. “Seungmin, I’m ready.” Said m/n confidently. O.de shoved his whole length into m/n’s hole, causing m/n to scream. No one would hear them over the blaring music. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been waiting for this for so long.” Groaned O.de, as he quickened his pace. His eyes never leaving m/n’s face. Tears began to prick in m/n’s eyes, his hands tugging at Seungmin’s Oreo colored locks, his back arching off the bed. “Your close aren’t you.” Grunted the top, as he reached over to m/n’s member to jerk him off. “Cmon, cum baby.” And he snapped, white spurts of cum splattered between the two. O.de came inside of m/n, the sight of m/n’s pure bliss sending him over the edge.

——————————————————————— The two slowly made it back to the living room, and to their surprise the party was still raging. Jungsu danced towards the two. “I know I was the one who helped you guys get together, but god, y’all are nasty.” He laughed, motioning towards the hickeys, swollen lips, and disheveled hair. “Whatever go back to dancing you asshole.” Shooed O.de. “You’re gonna have to cover these up Mr. Makeup artists!” Said O.de as he rubbed his neck. M/n only giggled in response.

[blackswaneuroparedux]

I never admitted to anybody during my entire military service that I had been an actor. I was terrified that I would be put in charge of Ensa [Entertainments' National Service Association]. Not even my closest friends knew I was an actor. I told them I was reading English at St Andrews University.

- Richard Todd

In his heyday in the 1950s and 1960s, Richard Todd was Britain’s leading matinee idol. If you love old movies, you’ll have seen Todd in one of his starring roles in “The Virgin Queen” opposite Bette Davis, “Stage Struck” with Marlene Dietrich, or “The Dam Busters” for which he won a Golden Globe Award. He was the tough little Scotsman in the wartime weepie “The Hasty Heart” and had audiences madly hunting for hankies.

Those were the days when Todd streaked across North American film screens as virtually every romantic hero from Rob Roy to Robin Hood. Ian Fleming chose him to play James Bond in “Dr. No” in 1962, but a schedule clash meant Sean Connery stepped into the role.

Little less known is the fact that he was also among the first British soldiers and the first Irishman to land in Normandy on D Day. More specifically, he participated in Operation Tonga during the D-Day landings in Normandy on 6 June 1944.

So it must have been surreal for Richard Todd the hearthrob actor to find himself playing Major John Howard in the epic movie ‘The Longest Day’ (1962) based on Cornelius Ryan’s book. Not least because he served with Howard and took part in the fighting at Pegasus Bridge that Major John Howard was tasked to secure on D Day.

Richard Todd was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1919. His father was a medic in the British Army and, as his posting required, the early years of his life were spent in India. The family settled in Devon upon their return to England, and Richard was educated at Shrewsbury Public School, in Shropshire. The theatre was his first love, and he furthered his dramatic skills at the Italia Conti school, thereafter moving to Scotland where he helped to form the Dundee Repertory Theatre. When War was declared, Todd went to St. Andrew's University on the following day to volunteer. He was not a member of the University, but he not only convinced the selection unit that he was, but also added that he had been reading English there for six months, and that he had obtained a Cert A in his school cadet corps; a key point to being accepted as an officer. Despite success in passing off this invented career, Todd was to be disappointed by a lack of interest in him thereafter.

Becoming increasingly desperate to get into the War before it ended, he sent numerous letters to the War Office to press his case, which, in June 1940, was finally noticed.

Accepted by the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, Todd went to Sandhurst to receive his officer training. He had a very lucky escape here when he was in a corridor on the second floor of a building when it was hit by a bomb, and he was blown into the garden outside by the blast. He got to his feet in the darkness and did not feel particularly affected by it, but an examination by torchlight revealed that his whole body was covered in blood from numerous small wounds.

A spell his hospital delayed his passing out from Sandhurst until early 1941. Celebrating in London, he narrowly avoided death again when he found his usual haunt, the Cafe de Paris, was too crowded to admit him and so he went elsewhere; it was hit by a bomb that same night and 84 people were killed.

His Battalion, the 2nd/4th Battalion The King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, was posted to XII Corps in defence of Kent, where a German invasion if it came would almost certainly land. Todd was given command of the infantry in the Dymchurch Redoubt, a fort of the Napoleonic era mounting two six-inch guns.

In the event of an invasion, this would certainly have been a primary target for the enemy, and those manning it were told that, with the main defensive line far to their rear, they would be left to fight to the end. General Montgomery commanded XII Corps at this time, and his characteristic emphasis on training and preparedness led to the formation of the first Battle Schools. Richard Todd attended one of these, and the experience allowed him to run his own School when, in December 1941, he was sent to Iceland with the 1st/4th King's Own Light Infantry to be trained in arctic and mountain warfare. Returning to England in September 1942, he eventually ended up in the 7th (Light Infantry) Parachute Battalion of the 6th Airborne Division. He was among troops of the 7th (Light Infantry) Parachute Battalion who, at 00:40 hours on 6 June 1944, landed behind the Normandy beaches in a cornfield, perilously close to tracer fire.

Todd scrambled into a wood and with 150 other paratroopers reached Pegasus and Ranville bridges, vital crossings to allow Allied forces to break out from the beachheads into Normandy. They had been seized by a glider force from the Ox and Bucks Light Infantry under the command of Major John Howard, who needed reinforcements to fend off ferocious German attacks.

In his memoirs, Caught in the Act, Todd would write of the carnage, “There was no cessation in the Germans' probing with patrols and counter-attacks, some led by tanks, and the regimental aid post was overrun in the early hours. The wounded being tended there were all killed where they lay. There was sporadic enemy mortar and artillery fire we could do nothing about. One shell landed in a hedge near me, killing a couple of our men.”

Todd would go on and see action at the Battle of the Bulge and push into the Rhine into Germany. After VE day, his division returned to the UK for a few weeks, then was sent on counter-insurgency operations in Palestine. During this posting he was seriously injured when his Jeep overturned, breaking both shoulders and receiving a concussion. He returned to the UK to be demobilised in 1946. 

In 1962, Todd was given the part of Major John Howard in the film adaptation of Cornelius Ryan's book about the D-Day landings, ‘The Longest Day’ (1962). Due to the nature of cinema, it was impossible for the film to give a thorough reflection of the role of the 6th Airborne Division during the Invasion, and as such their activities were solely represented by a reconstruction of the capture of Bénouville Bridge by Howard's coup-de-main force. Although briefly mentioned, the role of the 7th Battalion in the defence of the western bridgehead was largely ignored, and so it appeared as if the defence of the bridge rested only on Howard's men.

Naturally, the omission of their fierce defence of Bénouville caused some resentment amongst veterans, not least because one of their own was championing this re-working of history. Todd, however, regarded ‘The Longest Day’ (1962) as a film rather than a documentary, and his part in it was simply that of an actor doing as he was told.

Richard Todd would never have guessed, that in 17 years since he was on Pegasus Bridge as a paratrooper that he would standing there again as an actor portraying Major John Howard who was given the order: 'Hold,… until relieved'. It had to be Richard Todd’s 'twilight-zone' moment.

The ‘relieve’ for Howard had to come from Lord Lovat and his troops, who had landed on SWORD Beach, and were legging it towards Pegasus Bridge.

Before the shooting of the scenes were started at Pegasus Bridge, the film producer of The Longest Day, Darryl F. Zanuck, had the real life Lord Lovat and Major John Howard brought over to meet the men who were going to portray them (Peter Lawford portrayed Lord Lovat). The men had not seen each other since 6 June 1944.

Photo (above). From L-R: Peter Lawford, Lord Lovat, Richard Todd, Major John Howard.

[houseofhyde]

❜ 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄’𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐏𝐒, aka the fics currently occupying my drafts and fighting for my﹙limited﹚attention in the hopes of getting posted first. feel free to send asks about these fics, or even encourage me to write whichever you like the sound of most ! these are all x fem!reader

aegon tagaryen, false idol.

“aemond, i’m out shopping...”

synopsis. but you’re underneath aegon, and he’s not stopping. main warnings. fuckbuddy!aegon, smut, a dash of angst. word count. unknown.

aemond targaryen, kinslayer.

our hollow vows.

synopsis. first, lucerys velaryon took his eye. then, he took his pride. now, he's taken the woman he wished to take as his bride. ten years have passed since that fateful night on driftmark and now the blacks have returned to king's landing, but aemond targaryen has his eye set on one of them: you. with your rumoured betrothal to his attacker and the lingering feelings between your childhood selves, this is bound to be a family reunion for the history books. main warnings. niece!reader﹙ bastard daughter of rhaenyra and daemon born before jace﹚, targcest, angst, fluff, smut. word count. unknown, 5 part series.

all these things that i have done.

synopsis. the prince learns the hard way that bravery on the battlefield amounts to nothing if he can't be honest with his feelings for you. main warnings. canon divergence ﹙aegon usurps the throne, no dance of the dragons happens﹚, purity culture, jealous!aemond, aegon being a little shit, aemond lacking the concept of communication, violence, descriptions of injuries, angst, fluff, sexual tension. word count. 8k+ ﹙predicted﹚

another man’s pleasure.

synopsis. a pregnancy, a nameday and a drunken evening make for a dangerous concoction between the one-eyed dragon and the royal wolf.    main warnings. stark!reader, infedility, angst, smut. word count. unknown.

daemon targaryen, lord fleabottom.

& the sun came crashing down.

synopsis. every great fairytale needs a deadly dragon, a brave prince and a damsel in distress. but when roles are reversed in a world where the dragon becomes an ally, the prince is a patient and the damsel must play the part of the hero, can happily ever after truly exist?- or, where a girl stumbles upon a fallen dragon and it's injured rider and makes it her mission to nurse them back to health. main warnings. memory loss, ooc!daemon ﹙makes sense with the plot﹚, angst, fluff, smut. word count. 50k+ ﹙predicted﹚, 5 part series.

but only for tonight.

synopsis. to most, the rogue prince is an untamable beast, with the fury of a thousand men and a mind more stubborn than a mule. to you, he’s a nuisance in expensive clothing, prone to run away with his tail between his legs each time you reassure him you’re still not interested in entertaining his company. until disaster strikes and the only corner of the keep your legs seem to carry you to are his chamber doors. requested by @nyctophilic0vitnir

main warnings. smut.

word count. 5k+ ﹙predicted﹚

[ultraericthered]

One Villainous Scene: A Childhood Wound Repaid

Unlike later Disney/Pixar villains like Lotso and Ernesto de la Cruz, Buddy Pine AKA Syndrome of The Incredibles was promoted as the film's villain from the moment the character was revealed, as you can just tell by looking at him that he's a dastardly supervillain. But they still sort of pulled a trick on us with what they showed us of him versus what they did not show. Voiced by comedic actor Jason Lee, Syndrome was characterized as a geeky superhero fanboy gone bad after having been soured on his hero, Mr. Incredible, and now he's not only an enemy to Incredible and his family, but a threat to the world at large with the super weapons he plans on making and selling. While it figures he'd be credible as that threat, the geeky personality and hammy characteristics of Syndrome painted him as a goofball cartoon baddie, one who'd evoke more humor than hatred.

And then we all actually saw the movie, and got to see exactly what Syndrome did in it and what effects those actions had on others. Syndrome was a viler, crueler, far more personally nasty villain than we'd been led to believe he'd be, and this scene best exemplifies it.

Before this scene, we were told that Syndrome was an arms dealer and that he'd brought about the deaths of other Supers. We saw Gazerbeam's skull and saw heroes classified as "terminated" on a big computer screen. Dark stuff, but Syndrome's comedically douchey manchild character didn't quite match the darkness of his deeds. Syndrome enters this scene just as comically, fanboying over Bob Parr (Mr. Incredible) all over again even as he holds him captive, then disparaging him sending out a call for help as "Lame, lame, lame, LAME!" And then not two seconds have passed before Syndrome orders the electro shock torture to be turned on, as Bob is painfully zapped by the volts that suspend him, and he writhes in agony but refuses to give Syndrome the info he's demanding. After Bob sent out his request for help, which included a honing signal that gives his location, a government plane has requested to fly and land on the island Syndrome owns. Syndrome wants to know who's on board, as they'd almost assuredly be allies of Bob's. He even plays the transmission from Helen, Bob's wife, but Bob still denies that it's anyone he knows. So Syndrome says he'll send them a greeting.

Not shown in the video is that the "greeting" in question turns out to be an array of missiles to shoot down the plane. And because he knows Bob is lying about not knowing the pilot and wants to fuck with him, Syndrome keeps the live transmission on as the missiles seek to destroy. At one point Helen confirms that her children, her and Bob's son and daughter, are on board, which gets Bob panicked and pleading with Syndrome to call off the strike. Syndrome's response is a cheerful "Too late!", followed by a snarling, disdainful "15 years too late." Because he remains embittered towards Bob about how he'd spurred his help all those years ago, back when Buddy was a young, overzealous Super fanboy wanting to be his kid sidekick "Incrediboy". Bob doing this, and his cold, insensitive attitude about it, cut Buddy so deeply that it set him on course to becoming the villain he is today, and the grudge he carries over it drives him in his vendetta against Supers, Mr. Incredible himself in particular. Really think about that for a second: Buddy remains so sore about having had his feelings hurt as a child - in part due to Bob trying to stop him from recklessly jeopradizing his own life and the lives of others - that he now as an adult is A-OK with harming and ending the lives of children so long as doing so can hit the idol who'd rejected him where it really hurts.

When the last missile hits the target and it seems that Helen and the kids have perished in the explosion, Bob is mortified. Syndrome takes his speechless anguish as yet another opportunity to rub in some petty payback for the incident 15 years ago, throwing Bob's words to him back at him "You'll get over it. I seem to recall you prefer to work alone?" Cackling maliciously, Syndrome turns to walk away not noticing a now furious Bob about to grab him from behind. His assistant Mirage rushes in the way and Bob grabs her in a chokehold instead. Bob demands he be released or he will crush Mirage to death right there and then. Syndrome displays zero empathy or understanding that Bob is doing this out of the pain of having just lost his beloved wife and offsprings, remarking that killing a hostage would "be a little dark for him" before nonchalantly going "Aaah, go ahead." Bob, even in this emotional state, doesn't actually want to take Mirage's life, so he verbally reinforces how easy it'd be for him to do it. Syndrome just chuckles and calls his bluff again. "Show me!", he says, daring Bob to go through with the murder, a despicably evil smirk on his face as he looks his ex-idol in the eyes.

Bob cannot do it. His human decency is too great. But Syndrome sees it differently. "I knew you couldn't do it." he sneers "Even when you have nothing left to lose! You're weak...and I've outgrown you." Completely cold, dead serious, and detached from any semblence of human feelings, Syndrome doesn't even give Bob a second glance as he walks out of the room, believing his revenge to have at last been fulfilled, as now Bob can only suffer and drown in his despair until the time comes where Syndrome makes him the last Super to perish. But Mirage does give a glance back and a sad look as Bob, the mighty and once revered Mr. Incredibly, has broken down in anguished sobs, believing he's just had everything taken from him.

Beneath the geekiness, blase humor and superficial affability, Buddy Pine is not only absolutely a true menace not to be taken lightly, but a malignant, sociopathic monster who relishes any and all ways he can build himself up at the expense of others who are either enemies for him to topple or collateral damage he gives not one single shit about. And with his own self-elevation to greatness, he feels it fine to bring about both the end of Supers and the downfall of human civilization once all of his weapons would be put up for grabs. Nothing matters to Syndrome except Syndrome, and in such a self-aggrandizing soul there exists endless room for cruelties and exactly none for shame.

[phoenix-manga]

Rozeline Pierrette

CV: Sekine Akira

Biographical Information

Gender: Female

Age: 18

Birthday: May 6

Starsign: Taurus

Height: 173 cm

Eye Color: Coal Black

Hair Color: Sanguine Brown & Bone White

Professional Status

Dorm: Chateau Beastiale

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-e | Student no. 8

Occupation: Student | Dorm Leader

Club: Magical Artworks Club

Best Subject: Ancient Rune Reading

Fun Facts

Favorite Food: Cheese Souffle

Least Favorite Food: Foie Gras

Dislikes: Faulty products

Hobby: Painting surreal subjects

Talents: Photographic memory

Idol Stats

Performance: Vocals suited for classical or opera. Has a certain limit to high pitch or she is going to crack her voice

Choreography: Doesn't mind energetic moves, but prefers the more elegant and interpretive movements

Styling Jewel Outfits: Classical | Gothic

Rozeline used to be a social child until a certain incident left her closed off from mingling with others who aren’t in her family. On the surface, she is a stone-faced genius with skills that would no doubt have her scouted in various industries.

But to those she is close with, she is actually a bit of a dork who gets enthusiastic with her topic of interest. Also, she gets a bit bashful once she was told she was rambling once again.

Rozeline is known for possessing photographic memory that allows her to remember almost any incident which can be fortunate or unfortunate in her case. She can recall even the smallest of details which is impressive but this also means that any unpleasant memory doesn’t disappear.

She has an appreciation for the genre of horror and psychological thrillers, she learned to get over her fears and she enjoys the attention to detail to make the genre horrifying. Rozeline practiced art to make several pieces that depicted horror parallel to her imagination. Her father is proud of her talents but feels unnerved with the artworks hanging in the dark hallway of their house.

Apparently, according to Uncle Vargas, she has incredible reflexes when she’s walking while reading compared to when she isn’t. Which baffles the man a lot but he guessed that’s a hidden talent that Rozeline is known for having.

Hometown: Land of Pyroxene

Family Life

She and her father recently moved to the Land of Pyroxene, their neighbor just so happened to be Ashton Vargas. Little Rozeline met Ashton Vargas at around age 5, when she and her father moved to the neighborhood and her father wanted to give baskets filled with ham, quality cheese and wine to their neighbors. She and her father first went to Vargas’ household because he was literally next door to their house. They became family friends and Ashton became an honorary uncle to Rozeline.

As for, Rozeline’s birth mother, she passed from an illness few years after giving birth. Though Rozeline has vague memories of her mother, it was clear that her father loved his wife so much. She often gazes at pictures in the albums, asking her father what she was like.

Before the “incident”, she was just like any child, playing outside with friends and sometimes getting a bit muddy in the process. She used to be quite the energetic little girl, always wanting to play hero instead of damsel with the other children. She’s always admired the brave heroes in the stories that her father reads to her.

However, one day, one of their friends went into the forest because they lost their ball there. Rozeline followed only to find him cowering by a tree where a large wolf was prowling nearby. She remembered the stories of brave heroes and plucked up the courage to get between the wolf and the boy.

This led to her Unique Magic developing, but it looked terrifying as it appeared as a gnarly thorn beast that towered the wolf and brutally drove it off. Rozeline was then labeled as a monster due to her UM. This incident scarred her and led her to suppress her UM no matter what.

The other children ended up bullying her so much that she was homeschooled for the next few years. Fabien feels sorry for his daughter who simply had a bad timing, the other neighbors excluding Vargas would whisper how there must be something wrong with their family.

Childhood Memories

Rozeline remembers that her father made a machine that used shadow puppets to tell a story, it was a gift to her. Fabien used her favorite storybook as inspiration, Rozeline was inspired to become someone heroic like the ones in the story.

The incident of her UM developing stayed in her memory, the boy she saved called her a monster and told the other children about her. This made them socially isolate her and when she tried to politely clear up what happened at the forest, they just yelled at her and pushed her away. Causing her mental trauma that eventually made her close off herself from people.

During her time she became homeschooled, there was this tutor that her father hired that somewhat got her to distract herself from the incident. She remembered him being strict but also showing her so many new things that can be found in books. He was the only person she let her walls down for because he listened to her struggles and gave her advice. Recalling how she gave him a pocket watch she asked her father to make.

Rozeline is a 3rd Year Chateau Beastiale student and is the current dorm leader.

Rozeline is closed off for the most part, she is very professional when interacting with other students. Which earned her the image of a genius due to how she treats others professionally. She is an intellectual girl who has talent in inventing machines infused with magic as well as a skilled novelist, playwright and songwriter. 

Due to her tutor’s lessons, she became skilled in the aforementioned fields to an almost prodigy scale. With the aid of her photographic memory, she is able to pinpoint details that produce high quality work in her school. There have been offers from industries that were mailed to her on occasion, but Rozeline compiles them to ponder over for later.

Rozeline slowly eased into socializing more, it started with the furniture in the dorm before she moved on to people. But there are still moments that she begins to panic, that’s when her UM starts to act up due to her strong emotions.

She likes to busy herself by making articles and documentaries on her fellow students who come from different regions. With their permission, she posts them in a blog under an anonymous identity online. She does so as a way to provide the true knowledge instead of those that are mere assumptions, also she is bummed out that not many would take notice of these amazing cultures according to her.

One thing that Rozeline is known for enjoying is eating new food she has never seen before. Her cool composure crumbles at the sight of a feast. She picked up her father’s habit of saying thanks with a gift basket, she would often give them out when she asked for help from other students. All of them were usually filled with pastries and cheeses.

She has a book series based on a certain dorm leader of Futterwacken and her ventures into angering the dark-haired maiden who has had enough of her nonsense. She was thinking of donating the books to the school library at some point.

Rozeline is a star student due to her intellect and diligence in her studies. But she is terrible at PE, when she’s trying to get over obstacles it was just impossible. However, when she’s engrossed in a book and was reading, she somehow manages to maneuver around people and objects effortlessly.

School Relationships

Rozeline is closed off but there are a few people she socializes with more, those are Evonie, Jinlong and Elu. Though her friendship with them started when she offered to record their projects and other things for them, though she also was curious about their culture.

Evonie often rants to Rozeline about Allison that the two are often seen in a room where the former is sitting on a chaise longue talking about the recent prank Allison pulled on her while the latter sits on another chair writing it all down while listening intently to Evonie ramble.

It was like a therapist dynamic with Evonie and Rozeline, though the two can also be seen trading novels. While with Allison it was like a private investigator taking notes on a target.

Jinlong often brings over antique for her to register into logbooks kept at Chateau Beastiale. She is always amazed how Jinlong always re-forged the objects that look almost impossible to fix. Rozeline also is interested in her culture and would not pass the opportunity to inquire questions about the traditions of the Valley of Clouds.

Jinlong also takes this opportunity to show her both the good and the bad side to tradition to hopefully bring this attention to the public that in turn would get notified to the authority figures back home. Rozeline often gave her a basket full of cheese and bread as thanks for her help.

Elu and Rozeline often exchange ideas on inventions, both aim to help the other in improving their engineered machines. Elu would like to gain more knowledge about how to advance her village while being eco-friendly, Rozeline’s knowledge on machines can help her out with that.

Rozeline in turn is interested to document about culture in Elu’s village, she is well-aware of how that place is hounded with businessmen. Plenty of top articles overshadow any articles about this village’s problem, Elu is hoping that Rozeline could bring some attention to her issues in exchange for her participation.

The two also are two loners in a pod, often preferring the solitude to crowded places. Elu is also gifted baskets of freshly baked French pastries whenever she came over or helped Rozeline out with commission work. The bear girl can’t forget the taste of such delicacy.

Rosia and Rozeline’s relationship is more of a mentor trying to help a withering bud blossom, though it was taking quite a bit of TLC to get there. Rosia is blunt but not brutally honest, she knows that Rozeline can do many amazing things if she can just trust in herself and her powers.

Rosia’s form is from Rozeline’s unconscious desire to finally face her past. Rozeline appreciates what her fairy does for her, she really does but her fears weigh her down like an anchor.

Palmiers

She has a sun bear named, Palmiers. Because she found her in their house one day eating the freshly made palmiers she baked for her father. Sun bears are known to be aggressive and territorial but for some reason, she has clung to Rozeline like a chick.

The bear has a rather mysterious personality, she often stares at people from afar before she retreats into her station. Sometimes Rozeline can hear her mutter about philosophical things that make sense only to a bear.

Palmiers is stationed as a guard for the dorm, though easily bribed by sweets, especially the ones she was named after. The bear often climbs onto high places with no problem at all, though this tends to startle Rozeline when she sees her bear on the ceiling or chandelier.

Sullivan

A shy Selle Francais breed who tends to hide behind his owner. Rozeline got him as a present from Vargas, the man didn’t have the need for a horse since he could easily do its job with ease, so he decided to give it to his honorary niece. Sullivan tends to get spooked a lot, even from the smallest noise and he dislikes the dark.

Rozeline mainly uses him to take a stroll whenever she feels overwhelmed at times. Sullivan can sympathize with her troubles and would nuzzle her to make her feel better.

Her unique magic is called “Beast of Thorns”. She can summon a huge, hulking monster made of thorns to aid her in fight if there was one, she can also summon it as just vines. But this was more complicated as it is connected to her emotions yet it has a bit of sentience. Rozeline does her best to suppress it no matter what.

She isn’t athletic and so mostly uses long range spells and even trap spells to gain the advantage against opponents. She can be a challenge to take out especially when she takes extra measures to make it difficult to attack her.

Fabien Maury Pierrette

Rozeline’s father who is an inventor of magical devices. He runs an antique shop that repairs old and broken items, he is quite good with fixing things. He sometimes ventures into a junkshop to purchase scrap metal to see what he can build.

He is a doting father and he loves his daughter very much, when he found out about the commotion at school that made Rozeline traumatized, he knew he can’t force her to go back so he hires a private tutor and had her homeschooled instead. He is familiar with Ashton Vargas because they’re next-door neighbors, either he or Rozeline go over to his house to deliver a basket of smoked ham and cheese, he even invites the man over for dinner during holidays.

Baptiste Gallois

Rozeline’s private tutor, he is a rather tall man with long unkempt hair up to his shoulders and his voice sounds quite raspy and deep, but he is a very excellent tutor. He used to teach at some university but he retired and now works as a part-time tutor. People are wary of his appearance and would gossip at him and his unsightly state.

He is just a frugal man who prefers to mend his old coats rather than buy new ones. A bit strict but he just wants the child to excel because he believes that knowledge is the way to assure a good future. Rozeline gave him a pocket watch when he announced that she was almost done with her studies, he takes good care of it.

The character’s name, “Rozeline” is a different approach on the usual names that have the word “rose” in it, while her last name, “Pierrette” is also a play on French words.

Rozeline becomes much more talkative when it comes to literature, playwrights and inventing. She’ll ramble on about the parts she thinks is interesting. It can either turn out to be confusing if the person doesn’t get the terms she uses or they would be impressed with her feedback.

She felt terrible for the years she spent homeschooled because she didn’t have the courage to face people. So, she tried to pay back her father by sending screenplays to local small theaters that delivered her share of the profits since the playwrights were good.

She wrote it under an anonymous identity that she still continues to use today. Her father thought she was doing a part-time job, she never told him that she was doing commissions.

The anonymous name she uses is called, “Rosethorn”. Which is ironic considering her unique magic but it fits her quite well.

The artist’s concept before sketch for Rozeline was going to be just the typical girl with a weird pet that was supposed to represent Beast. But then it was changed so that Rozeline is both Beauty and Beast. 

[idollandhero]

How to get the best rewards in Idol Land Pripara

I wrote this in a google doc for discord (that I'll link at the end) but figured it works as a tumblr post too!)

You may have noticed that a lot of players are wearing the same coord in Idol Land! This is because the research of Twitter user @sio_mintsu + many others have found that one specific outfit is the best combination to get the most rewards.

From your closet pick this outfit!

Click the button on the top right to make your own Promise, note you need a Promise ticket for this

This is the menu that pops up. Click the red arrow button to pick a song, it’s not known if there’s a song that gets you more rewards so pick the song you think you’d play the best.

Click on the blue arrow button to set your parameters. 

Click on the red arrow button to set it so everyone must be wearing the same coord as you.

Click on one of the buttons under the blue arrow (they all do the same thing) to set tags.

Scroll to the bottom of the tag menu and pick the 5 gold ones.

If you did it right it should look like this. Hit the bottom button and then the right button to set your Promise.

Finally it’ll ask you what kind of promise you want. Pink is more iine (Likes, the in game name for XP) Silver is more Silver AiDollars, and Gold brings you to a special shop at the end. In general it’s recommended to pick pink or silver, and if you’d like a special shop you should join someone else’s gold promise.

Click the red arrow button to see your promises, and the blue arrow button to join once it’s full! Note if it isn’t full it’ll have an x and say ⅓ or ⅔ in the promises description (by the magnifying glass). The X will cancel it, or you can wait.

Here’s us all wearing the same coord! (I dropped my combo to take this screenshot and got less rewards because of it, oops!)

And finally here’s all of the tags on the rewards screen. If you play the song well (I did not here) you get a lot of rewards + the bonuses from the tags! Note that this was a pink promise.

Source: https://twitter.com/sio_mintsu/status/1694359732105163076

Additionally: Twitter user @cio_enbun has pointed out that if you have a LOT of promise tickets to go through, especially if you bought the pass, you get more for your time to run the photo promise (pasharing) with these same parameters. They recommend taking all 9 photos right away and then putting your phone down, and then repeating. The yield is slightly less than the above method, but it saves a TON of time.

Source: https://twitter.com/cio_enbun/status/1695204349407023424

The google doc I wrote if that's easier for you to share https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Ds5cTJKevfDooet-nMN2OXyW3rUDkzeHIsDI5TZsXw8/edit?usp=sharing

[sabrinahawthorne]

CLASH! Playtest Campaign Diary, April 14, 2024

Preamble 1: CLASH! is currently crowdfunding! If you're interested in supporting my work, check it out here.

Preamble 2: Truth be told, I'm bragging here. I don't usually do campaign diaries; but this session was special. I'd just finished a huge rework of the system, and I was terrified about whether it'd work as intended, or if I'd need to go back to the drawing board and further delay development. I needn't have worried; we played an episode of anime.

It's time for the first official round of the Battle of the Bands. After qualifying against DJ twins Oskaar and Byrna, classic rock & roll band Nail in the Coffin is up for their first real opponent; TOEJAM, noise music duo and technical masters.

Kenshin (The Analyst), the protege of the band's missing sponsor Ian Sachs, needs to win big to follow the clues about his missing teacher. Princess Moonbeam (The Specialist), frontwoman and mysterious European weirdo, has just been informed that her favorite glam-rock band, Xenon, will be performing in town in a few days. She needs to look good if she's going to impress her idols. And Kit Tripod (The Vessel), the band's drummer, knows that winning this contest means an official meeting with Beatrice Boxer - the woman she thinks killed her father.

The battle begins without much unusual; two Contests, one win and one loss for an even score of 1-1 against TOEJAM. It's at this point that Kit's player remembers to play with the new rules and activates a Tech: Shadow on the Wall.

Raising her drumsticks above her head, TOEJAM's guitarist momentarily thinks that he sees the image of a fiend - Tom Snare, the Demon of Drums, glimpsed through stage lights. The guitarist gains the Hopeless Condition, hampering his ability to gain Potential.

With this, the floodgates open. Kenshin opens his next turn with Look Out!, giving Moonbeam useful intel on the duo for her next turn.

Meanwhile, his own turn goes to a CLASH!, Insight versus Insight, against TOEJAM's masterful DJ. Everyone at the table stands up and cheers as his four dice come up with two 6's, while the DJ's five dice land with only one.

With one uneventful turn on the part of Kit, it's 2-2. Whoever wins the next Contest goes on to the next round of the Battle of the Bands, and it's Princess Moonbeam's turn.

The Bidding phase begins slowly; tension filling the room. Moonbeam has five Insight, but no other Pool to speak of. If she lets it slip, she's doomed against the Powerhouse DJ. But we know that TOEJAM has almost no Potential left; they don't have much bluffing power.

Moonbeam ups her bid. At the table, the GM looks at her player thoughtfully.

The DJ activates his Super.

We start to get excited; having spent all of his Potential, the DJ is left with four Force dice against Moonbeam's five Insight and 2 Potential, which she turns into 4 more dice.

We all hold our breath as the DJ makes his roll - one 6. There's a breath of relief at the table - we can do this. We just need a single 6 from a pool of nine dice.

Then, Moonbeam rolls.

No 6's. Not a single one from her entire pool.

It is dead silent at the table. We just lost our first fight. We just lost our first fight, and it got us disqualified us from the Battle of the Bands. Everyone is flabbergasted.

How could this happen? How did Nail in the Coffin lose in their second match? How will Kit get to Beatrice Boxer now? Will Princess Moonbeam embarrass herself in front of her favorite band? And where is Ian Sachs?

Find out next time, on Battle of the Bands!

It was honestly perfect. We knew the stakes of the fight;

Every character had a clear goal, and a lot of drive to achieve it;

And at the end of the day? We lost the tournament arc.

Because of course we did! The heroes can never win the tournament - they have to learn from their losses and find a new way to chase their dreams.

[blue-jisungs]

xdinary heroes?? I can do that!

kind of chaotic tho cause my braincells are dead.

like a music major! reader x idol! jooyeon ig???

like reader starts rambling about some work thing they have to do and jooyeon offers to help and it turns into like this mess where they compose a song with jooyeon's bass and readers music stuff and it's really chaotic or something. idk.

butterflies (or stomach ache?)

author's note. if u followed me for a while u may know that uhhh i’m no musical genius aha! so sorry if it’s just messy and not making sense at all when it comes to music aspect even tho i tried to google stuff n all! thank u for requesting, i hope you enjoy and sorry you had to wait for so long

warnings. swearing, kinda cringe LMAOOO

jooyeon is playing a game on his phone while you scribble something in your notebook, the quiet hum of your laptop working in the background. he really enjoyed moments like these, at peace and calm from all the chaos he encounters everyday with his members.

he was kind of anxious that your friendship will fall apart when he becomes an idol but you’re still going strong and there aren’t any signs of letting the each one go. “you’re stuck with me forever” as you said one day… which was kind of creepy, now that he thought about it.

“damn it!” you huff and throw the notebook aggressively, causing it to land with a loud slam on the desk. jooyeon, startled, shrieked and looked up at you.

“what is it?” he asked, fixing his posture.

“for the love of–!” you whined when some notes fell out from the notebook. you sighed, collecting them “it’s just… nothing. i have a homework to do, i need to literally write a song and put it all together. i don’t need to sing, someone else can do it but it can’t be a cover. pure new melody, text… ugh, never getting this done!”

“y/n, i’m literally in a band. i can help you” jooyeon blurted up, 100% serious. your gaze shifted towards him and he could swear he heard the gears turning in your head.

“okay, fine. but it’s serious” you sent him a threatening look. he nodded, standing up.

“yes ma’am! let me grab my bass!” he announced and off he went. excitement was rushing through your veins; you never really worked with jooyeon on music projects. he was an excellent singer so even if he just sang some lines, your teacher would be delighted.

jooyeon came back and sat down, grinning.

“let me show you how the professionals do it” he said, resulting in you scoffing.

“sure, whatever you say mr idol” you hummed and scooted closer to him.

“do you have any lyrics? or nothing at all, nada?” your friend asked. weeeell, you had one song written but it was… about a crush. lovey dovey stuff, he would laugh in your face “hello?”

“uh, nope!” you shook your head. besides, you wrote it like year ago. you’d die if you showed it to him. on top of that, you’d die of cringe. which is even worse.

“i’ve known you for a while now and i can literally feel in my bones that you’re lying right now. but okay, let’s work with something new” jooyeon cleared his throat dramatically and opened his notes app.

you sat in silence, looking at him. jooyeon looked at you, blinking slowly.

“this is awkward” he said, laughing. you soon joined him.

“i know, right? like, when put on spot i cannot think of anything!” you whined, wiping your face with your handsome

“hey, don’t whine. well then… we both can’t think of lyrics but maybe let’s create the beat then? do you have anything we can work with?” he asked, tilting his head. you nodded, grabbing your laptop. you had a couple of songs you made while bored so…

“okay, i have this and that but let’s pick the best one. i mean, you pick. which one do you think has the most potential?” you asked and put the laptop in front of him.

you played five songs you’ve made with apps like garage band and other music creating platforms.

“y/n… this… this is really good!” jooyeon said, completely serious “like, for real!”

you smiled shyly, blood rushing to your cheeks. jooyeon picked the one he liked the most and plugged in his bass.

“can it be a cover? i only have weird rhymes in my head right now” he scoffed, scanning your face “i woke up today and ate a banana–“

“what?” you scoffed but he went on with it, patting his foot on the floor

“then i bought a new pyjama~” he hummed, giggling. you scoffed at the ridiculousness of those lyrics

“i thought you’re a professional singer!” smacking his arm, you massaged your temples “oh i’m never getting it done…”

“then i booked a flight to bahamas…” jooyeon ignored you. shaking your head you decided to grab the microphone.

“you know what? just improvise and i’ll add some chorus, the lyrics don’t matter anyway” you mumbled to yourself. jooyeon was playing the bass, the song suddenly getting more and more listenable (minus the sense of lyrics)

after some time passed, the masterpiece was done. gunil came back to the dorm, sitting down next to you.

“oh, oh! judge the song! do you think it has potential?” you asked, scooting closer to jooyeon. your arms brushed against each other as you two stared at gunil in anticipation. he nodded.

“hit me”

you looked at jooyeon, chuckling at hit ‘play’. the song started, chorus similar to some kind of justin bieber’s ‘baby’ ones. you couldn’t stop giggling, resting your forehead against his arm.

the longer the song went, the less serious you were. jooyeon leaned in, bumping his head slightly against yours. his body was shaking because of the laughter.

“yeah yeah, keep the change! i only have two cents…!” (the chorus went ‘two cents, ouuu, he only has two cents’)

it wasn’t even funny. it’s the effect jooyeon had on you. your stomach started to hurt from laughing, gunil looking at you two like you were insane.

suddenly you felt jooyeon’s hand wrapping around your waist, his head hiding in your neck as he tried to calm down his giggles.

and now you weren’t sure if it was truly stomach ache caused by too much laughter or butterflies taking over.

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[haleigh-sloth]

you once tweeted about touya not being the one who needs to change and like “overcome” his obsession w endvr bc his reactions are valid. i wanted to ask how you feel about hawks and his obsession with endvr tho, him literally always putting himself down (esp in the new chapter with saying his wings are dirty for example) to put endvr on a pedestal (still calling him a figure of hope??) so he can basically still look up to him and not face what shit endvr did. do you think he needs like a reality check and face that his idol did or is it just hori not caring

I definitely do not think it's a case of Hori not caring. I'll explain why, but first I want to kinda just explain my take on what Hawks said this chapter about his wings, and his reaction to Endeavor when comparing it to Touya's.

My answer to your question is yes, Hawks needs a reality check. Touya needs a reality check but in a different way. His dad does not define him, and I am fully confident that Shouto's role is making Touya realize that, however that necessary realization does not cancel out that he also deserves to have and see his dad love him and give him what he wants.

Hawks on the other hand, imo, just needs to wake up. There is not real validation or affection from Endeavor he needs in order to move on with his life. Endeavor did not raise him. Hawks is attached to an Endeavor that never existed, while Touya is attached to the real Endeavor with ALL of the ugly parts included. Even with all of the horrible things Endeavor did....Touya still loves him and craves his attention and presence in his life.

Hawks ignores the ugly part of Endeavor. He straight up refuses to acknowledge it for what it is. He knows, he's aware, and yet he remains unphased and puts Endeavor on a pedestal and latches onto him, secretly wishing Enji was his dad and if we ever fucking get to this payoff of Hawks's build up, I'm sure we'll see some jealousy of Touya. Can't imagine a better reason for this image to exist:

Which, I don't think I need to really explain this but---it's irrational and ridiculous of Hawks to want these things. Is it understandable on a psychological and emotional level? Absolutely. 100%. His reaction is valid, even if very frustrating. Does that change the fact that the entire situation is ridiculous? Nope. It's ridiculous to us (me) as readers because we know all of the information.

So imo yes Hawks is due for a reality check. And I don't think Hori is ignoring it. I will admit to feeling some level of frustration lately with him showing Hawks looking batshit insane when Twice shows up, getting ready for the emotional gut punch of a life time with the set up, and then for some reason spending like 20 chapters trying to get AFO tf out of Gunga and having Hawks and AFO banter repeatedly and completely fucking stalling the story's progress. I'm a little over it and ready to move on, but I don't think anything is going to go on forever ignored. If I've learned anything, it's that anytime we think something will be forgotten or casually slid under the rug, Hori always busts it out later with a vengeance. I do pretty much fully trust Horikoshi at this point, as he has not let me down yet no matter how frustrating the weekly pacing of the manga is at times. Hawks does not have anything good coming his way anytime soon, as Twice and Toga are still there and Touya and Endeavor are still playing duck duck clown. So I'm not worried.

Hawks putting himself down....well, there's layers to this. Maybe Hawks shouldn't have a self-deprecating way of thinking, but Hawks also isn't exactly the pinnacle of hope in BNHA land right now, and he's LONG overdue for feeling some sort of doubt or guilt about his own beliefs and actions. His wings are dirty because they carried out a murder in the name of heroism--which is just incorrect in BNHA's definition of being a hero. And then, Hawks relating Endeavor to anything hopeful is also just not good. I know Endeavor's redemption arc is clear cut and happening, but the climax of it hasn't happened yet, so I feel like as long as Hawks is jumping the gun at praising Endeavor for his redemption that hasn't happened yet, all the while running away from his own heinous act, we shouldn't be taking Hawks's whole word for things on what's hopeful and what's not. Hawks said some questionable things this chapter that have an ominous vibe to it all, and it really just kinda keeps me of the belief that he's got a storm coming.

[sethizah]

Pride

It had been a shitty day. Oh man, that was an eufemism.

It had been a hell of a day.

He was tired, sore and stressed, the championship was in a few weeks and Coach Hudson looked like he wanted to skin him.

He understood the guy, it would be his big break. But come on, he had been training for hours and had hit all the steps and still the guy wasn't satisfied.

He wanted that medal as much as anyone but… He missed his home, his family… It had been days since he'd spoken to any of them and it was becoming like a hole in his chest.

A need for connection, beyond a mere holotela… He wasn't ashamed to admit it.

He wanted a hug, safe and full of love that could only come from a loved one.

Training was over and Gordon headed for the restrooms area, head down, a bit disheartened at not being able to meet his coach's expectations.

He barely noticed the man standing by the door until a hand landed on his shoulder.

-Whoa, fish…calm down. -Scott?

-Uh..yeah, I think that's my name….

His big brother was there, looking like a shit eater, showing a smile full of dimples and love, right there in front of him instead of being miles away away, in danger in a damn war.

It was like a shock to Gordon and he couldn't resist the urge to cling to the man as if his life depended on it.

-Hey…it's okay, it's okay… His older brother hugged him with the same affection as always, murmuring something comforting that Gordon couldn't understand.

Too busy just feeling his brother's warmth and scent again that reminded him of love and protection.

He didn't even know how much he missed it, until that moment. It took a few minutes until I felt safe to let go.

-Scott!!

- Yes… it's me little brother…

-What are you doing here? I thought you were….you know…playing hero and shooting the bad guys.

Gordon made a point of doing the short reenactment of a man being shot, exaggeratedly..because he was that dumb.

Scott chuckled and ruffled his little brother's wet hair.

- Yes, but I got a few weeks off and as I was close by, I decided to stop by and see a fish in its natural habitat. You did great bro, amazing!!

- "You think? "Because, damn what old Hudson thinks, if his big brother was satisfied, then he was happy.

- Yes! Surely this medal is yours!

His older brother was all proud, with a toothy smile and that goofy face he makes when he's really happy. Gordon just looked at him for a few seconds. Hell, he loved that idiot.

-Will you be able to come to watch?

-Uh, unfortunately not bro…I swear I tried..But I'll need to go back first…sorry.

-"Okay, I understand". And he understood, he knew that his brother would do everything to see him win that medal, but unfortunately if he said he couldn't, it was because he tried everything and didn't see any other way. But that didn't stop him from feeling a twinge of sadness and disappointment.

- Hey man, don't be like that. I'm here now and I have nothing to do but spend as much time as possible with my little brother. What do you think?

- "Oh really? "And one more hug was given, because as much as Gordon was a prankster, who loved to play pranks on his older brothers, he was a typical little brother who idolized his big brother and would never give up spending time with him. So after a quick shower and a change of clothes, they both left to spend the rest of the afternoon together, like old times. Not a shadow of the sadness and despondency of before to get in the way, damn what your trainer thinks. His big brother was here and he was proud of him, that was what mattered.

[thislovintime]

A Monkees trading card, featuring a photo from the filming of the episode “Monkees Blow Their Minds.”

“Tork, now 36, is an avowed socialist and lives in Venice, California. ‘The big bosses just put the Monkees’ name on a lot of our recordings and then showered us with praise when they became a hit. I was called into a mass interview to become a Monkee and was told to cut out any bad habits — like smoking grass. When I wanted to publicly protest America’s involvement in Vietnam I was told to keep quiet. Two of the guys who controlled us were Bob Rafelson and Bert Schneider, who have become bigtime movie people now. I don’t blame any of them. It’s the system. They wanted us to get their fortunes. And I enjoyed the ride. I got to see the world and meet my own idols. But everything is so fast. I got ripped off all the time. We had limos and thousands of fans and teen magazine interviews. But they were all bullshit — they never printed anything but crap. I even got ripped off when I went to buy a house. When the real estate people see a teen idol coming, they know it’s easy money. They jack up the prices. You don’t know anything, so you’re exploited. The whole entertainment business is about fraud. I found that even my idols, like Jimi Hendrix and Janis Joplin, had to play the merchandising game. They had to become products to make the mark. ‘All this stuff about teen idols and girls is crazy too,’ Tork continued. ‘The girls I wanted wouldn’t touch me, and the fans were caught up in a never-never land and most of them were crazed. I never had as little sex in my life as when I was a big teen hero. The fans were lucky they weren’t killed in the mobs. I noticed one thing: that when the girls actually got close to us they were shy and they wouldn’t say much. Those young girls want their idols up on stage so they can’t touch them and they can release sexual energy. As for being treated like an artist, when we did the Monkees TV show and concerts, everything was impersonal. There weren’t any big dinners or stuff like that. They just told us to come up louder on the second chorus. It’s all a game.’” - New West, January 1, 1979

Q: “How did you manage to keep sane within that madness?” Peter Tork: “I either didn’t notice, I didn’t care, or I didn’t permit it. It was that easy, generally. I only know in retrospect how badly I was ripped off.” Q: “Do you mean financially?” PT: “Largely financially. I let it happen to myself. You know what they say about a fool and his money.” - Goldmine, 1982

[slavonicrhapsody]

hello! I've been reading a lot of your posts about the Carian siblings, and I was wondering if you had any more thoughts on Radahn? If you ask Iji about Jerren, he actually talks about how Ranni is the first heir in the Carian royal line. I was curious if maybe the reason Ranni and Rykard are so close is that they're the two older siblings. There's also the whole thing with Radahn halting Ranni's fate (and thus her plans) by holding back the stars. He was taught Gravity magic by an Alabaster Lord (a race who came from space/a meteor), so maybe he uncovered the dangers of the monsters/outer gods in space that way? Rykard obviously cares for Radahn since he has a portrait, but Ranni never talks about him.

hi!! yes I have a lot of thoughts on Radahn, this turned out kind of long-winded oops

I generally read Radahn as being motivated by a desire to emulate Godfrey’s heroic ideal… so regarding his challenging of the stars, I think that he did discover the threats of space during his training, but that he simply saw the situation as an opportunity to play hero and prove his worth. I think that halting Ranni’s fate was merely a consequence he either did not consider, or considered and chose to move ahead anyway. While this must have damaged his relationship with Ranni, it also doesn’t seem like Radahn intended to ‘side against’ his Carian family. Jerren, Radahn’s right-hand man, explicitly works for the Carian royals, and Rykard was on good enough terms with Radahn to send him abductor virgins to help defend his castle. And while Radahn’s idolization of Godfrey puts him on the Golden Order side of things, he’s clearly no Erdtree zealot — his main decorative motif is LIONS, there isn’t a single Erdtree depicted in sight. This tells me that what he cares about is specifically Godfrey’s heroism, not the Erdtree system itself. Plus, I think any Erdtree zealot would balk at the idea of having an abductor virgin guarding their castle, aka the iconic weapon of the Lands Between’s most famous traitor and blasphemer lmao

I wonder if Radahn’s need to prove himself is a combination of him being the youngest (with an older sister who’s both heir and empyrean, and an older brother in a respected position of power), and Radagon (a father he looked up to as a champion) leaving him. Perhaps he’s compensating for the fact that he feels unworthy? There’s no direct evidence for any of this, but it does make a lot of sense… the quote on his armor description, "I was born a champion's cub. Now I am the Lord of the Battlefield's lion." …there’s a lot you could read into that