#not for image bashing not for creating a base not for anything

[ineed-to-sleep]

Right now, my number 1 way of telling whether or not it's AI is to always check out the artist. Has worked 100% of the time so far. If it's a repost, it should at least have the artist's name or a link to their other social media profiles on the post, so you can click it or type it on google and check to make sure the artist is real. If the artist is on tumblr, you can take a quick scroll through their blog and that'll usually tell you whether it's AI or not(real artists are usually more interactive in some way, like writing captions or having other posts besides art or talking about their process. Also most of the time AI posters tag their posts as AI).

You don't have to do this for every post, but if you see some art that makes you a little suspicious, or looks very realistically rendered and smooth, OR if it's a repost(definitely when it's a repost), it's always healthy to check.

Begging people to stop reblogging this AI trash from “The Phantom Painter” on Instagram (instagram.com/phantom.painting). I’ve been seeing it on my dash more and more often from people who are otherwise anti-AI and either can’t tell it’s AI or don’t care because it looks cool.

This is the kind of shit that is VERY CLEARLY trained on the works of existing talented artists’ with distinct styles and this asshole is selling prints and making a profit off of stealing other people’s hard work.

Don’t give people like this money or attention and they will go away.

Please, if you’re going to buy art prints, buy them from an actual artist.

[ultfreakme]

The Naruto fandom has an odd tendency to take underwritten female characters and focus on making them morally unquestionable rather than actually engaging with the characters for what they are and giving them depth. Like there's foundation here for complex, different stories but it always lands on "she's perfect and always correct". Which is.......boring, uninspired, and feels about as misogynistic as Kishomoto. This on top of trying to make the female characters the image of perfection in the eyes of deeply corrupt system, unwilling to examine the rot in Konoha.

This is because the fandom as a whole has no interest in engaging with the abhorrent politics in the show which villainizes any critique or push back against Konoha's "Will of Fire".

I doubt I'm the first person to point out how everyone's oh-so horrified about Zabuza saying he became a ninja by killing all his classmates, then flash-forward 5 episodes and our main gang is being put in a forest which forces them to kill each other & crippling children permanently. It's fine guys! Because Will of Fire!

Hinata exemplifies my conundrum. Despite the anime's efforts to make her into A Character of Significance, she's nothing without Neji. She exists to highlight him, and she simply cannot stand on her own without the commentary Neji brings.

Which is like, fine. Tenten exists like that. She's the assigned Girl of the Squad. But highlighting Neji and his story in Part 1 makes Hinata into a terrible person in the context of Naruto as a show. The show does a lot of work in establishing the significance of the clans and the power they hold in Konoha. This is crucial. The discrimination the Uchihas faced led to genocide and is the main motivation for our secondary protagonist.

The Hyuuga clan discrimination creates a good base to work off of but building Hinata would mean writing a female character, but more importantly, examining the politics of the world that has been set up, which the show has been avoiding like the plague after Land of Waves. The fandom completely disregards the clan system discrimination which is an IMPORTANT aspect of the show, and essential to the world-building, instead making Hinata into a "nice girl who's super-duper strong yay feminism!". And that's it. The elephant in this porcelain storage room is ignored.

It's not even actually engaging with the character in any capacity. Boiling them down to a laundry list of achievements and the vague label of "morally correct" is not better than what the actual show does. Some of the best written female characters are horribly flawed (literally everyone in She-Ra, G.L.O.W, Legend of Korra, Claymore, etc). And on top of that their "perfection" is always in context of comparison to the male characters of the show. "Sakura's too good for [insert whichever male character" or "Hinata's so good, even more than [insert other male character]".

Maybe it's because this is a fandom which came about during the 2000s and a majority of the people in it were children when they first watched it, but it's genuinely painful to see the fandom still be at Feminism 101. There IS a middle ground between praising every woman to high heavens to the point it's nauseating and bashing a female character solely for the purpose of hating.

The problem with the way Hinata, Sakura or whoever the hell is written isn't just about misogyny, and it won't be fixed by giving them magic power-ups and pitting them against each other in some weird match-up of "best kunoichi", "best medic", "best taijutsu fighter". That is entirely unimportant.

I have read mangas where the FMC has no friends, no special skill that makes her stand out, the story doesn't make her into a shining beacon of anything but she was deeply compelling and well-written because she worked with what she had, and the aspect assigned to her were thoroughly explored.

What does it even mean to be the best kunoichi or whatever the fuck when the character does nothing in the main story?

This isn't even a Naruto specific problem tbh. Arcane, DC Comics, practically every fandom I've been does a half-assed attempt at engaging with the politics of the art they're seeing. It's giving Lockheed Martin putting up pride flags and going "we support the gays <3" and sending horrific weapons to massacre and cleanse innocent people.

A lot of Naruto fandom seems to think that Naruto & Konoha are in the right, because the "good guys" keep talking about the Will Of Fire, which mandates people to:

Have 12 yr olds die for them

Genocide an entire clan after falsely accusing them of a thing they had no part in

Letting people discriminate against shinobi based on bloodline and social position

Killing without questioning order

Doing whatever it takes to "protect Konoha" whereas even slight digressions against Konoha are seen as threats that rewquire utter eradication

The show's wrong. Your main character is wrong. It's not even intentional on the writers' part after Part 1. They're just fucking wrong and suck at this.

[inks-lil-quiet-corner]

Self-Made Soulmates

(based on / inspired by Achilles Come Down by @biscaanii! i am. very normal about this fic and The Odyssey in general. so, so normal i promise.)

(rambles under cut!! also cw gore / tw gore (i drew a thing based on a certain chapter in acd) and warning for spoilers on all of the current fics in the odyssey (except for the fic with the scrapped ideas))

. . . . .

so i lied i'm actually incredibly Not Normal about this fic series. it has made its home in my brain and will now never leave.

i originally decided to read it cuz i had just finished the anime and wanted some fanfics to sink my teeth into, and the moment i saw this fic and the Time Travel tag, my fate was sealed.

i instantly fell in love with the story it was creating and may have gotten a little too attached to the story's interpretation of the characters. my favorite jjk character before reading this fic series was yuuji, but the moment i read the first fic gojo immediately skyrocketed to the top of my list, along with the other two members of the trio.

and speaking of gojo...

i thought of this meme when i read the chapters where the brain bashing incident happens and immediately had to draw it lmao. please disregard the horribleness and inconsistencies of it i can't animate or do anatomy stuff for shit lol. this is also my first time drawing anything remotely bloody. i just wanted to have fun with it so here we are 🎉

here's the image of gojo with the ibuprofen text lol

anyway back to rambling-

i think the series did a really good job with tackling satoru's mental health issues throughout the story. he felt alive, as did all of the other characters with their own issues and emotions and love. this fic also made me really like suguru as a character a ton more since i was more so indifferent about him before reading this fic; same with shoko. i also like yaga a lot more now which i wasn't expecting honestly cuz he's probably one of the characters i cared for the least at first lol. and i wanna give haibara and nanami a hug. and ohhh my god the children were perfect i love them so much i want to squish them. and kenjaku was also really well written! i liked the lore thrown in about their constant search for knowledge in the most extremely non-ethical ways.

i found it funny that bits of canon, the lore, and the timeline were all essentially thrown out the window at times lol. not in a bad way!!! especially cuz it made the story flow a lot better and i'm also a big fan of rewriting canon to suit your whims if it makes for a good or better story.

the first fic in the series is probably my favorite? cuz i feel like the big story plot points are the heaviest in it and it got me hooked the fastest, but the kids in the other two make it a hard contest cuz i really like the familial fluff and these fics are actually the first time i've ever willingly read something like it. and i thought the plot stuff in between was really well organized and i was living for the murders that happened it was great lmao.

and also the 2nd and 3rd fics actually made me tolerate children more lol. i know they're not always sunshine and rainbows when it comes to behavior and taking care of them, but the fics made me remember the nice parts about them so that was really appreciative. i wanna give the fushiguro siblings and the twins a hug so baddd. and i remember screaming when they got their last names changed in the 3rd fic it was so fucking cute!!!! stsg family my beloved.

it took me... *checks calendar* 11 days? to read the entirety of the current fics in the series. i started reading it around dec 11th, finished it on dec 22nd, and it has not left my brain since. i'm probably gonna reread it at some point also when i'm able to reclaim some free time because i'm a little bit extremely obsessed with it.

i think the last fic to have impacted me this badly was like. over year ago i think. i go about my day and then randomly think to myself "i miss acd stsg family :(" completely unprompted. they just. pop into my head. i need more content or i will explode. but i do understand that it's on a bit of a hiatus so i'm just gonna reread what there is lol. and also maybe draw more if i get the motivation or remember to do so cuz i usually forget.

i will now throw in some of the screenshots i took while reading the series cuz i wanna show some of the bits that made me laugh lol

to those that read all the way up to this point- thank you for sitting through all of this lmao. i will now go back into my hermit cave -w-

[chillingwithtavesss]

Idk why some of you let that little model girl get to you. She seems a bit out of touch and clearly has put on a persona to impress AB. Relationships like that do not end well. Not to bash the guy but he seems to have issues with being alone. A lot of people of his generation and hers seem to struggle with that. They end up in these relationships just to say they have someone. They end up with not so good people or relationships that don’t fulfill them because they aren’t compatible with their partner. They lose themselves in it and I kind of feel that’s what Kaia has done to some extent up here trying to impress him with a character she just doesn’t have. That’s why they look so miserable. No it’s not privacy or anything of that nature…they just don’t fit. Both of them I believe are to proud to let go. He doesn’t want to because he will look like an ass which will tarnish his pretty boy image and she doesn’t wanna let go because who else is going to be on his level ? Not as a man but look at that status he has given her. I really think you & others who aren’t fans of this circus should really focus on his work and they will end eventually.

I agree with your take for the most part , except focusing on his work. We have tried , it’s hard. That’s why some of us stay off places like twitter where this is a lot of shippers at and be here on tumblr venting. It’s more than just the relationship itself . It’s the shippers who won’t let people have their opinions and be creating trouble. They have ran so many people out the fandom simply because those people wanted to focus on his work and didn’t care for the relationship. A fan base is supposed to be fun. Shipping your fav is something that’s supposed to bring joy. Something you do in your downtime for enjoyment not something that you may low key dread because soon as you see a picture of another shitty pap walk you just know it’s going to be some bs that day in the fandom. Being a fan of someone is not something that should stress you or anything . Like I told another anon , we do not know this man. Being a fan of his and arguing constantly with people is not worth it. Like yes Austin is a magnificent man, and seems like a genuine guy but being a fan of his has not always been fun because unfortunately his relationship with Kaia has taken over his hard work.

[subiysu-chan]

Character to ship with the Sakamaki boys

My ideas, is to create OCs that could reasonably match the DL boys. Let's go in order of age and season.

For all of them, the OC would have to be female, since all the DL boys are straight, well, exept Laito who might be into anything that moves. I'd only do the Sakamaki and Mukami boys, since they are the ones I am familiar with.

Shu Sakamaki :

Now, the type of character that would work with Shu is not someone who doesn't care, simply because that person would not approach Shu with a ten foot pole...Like, let the lazy vampire lie there and continue on with your life, and remember to feed him from time to time. Also, a character who doesn't care much would not fall for his blackmail. He does have some artistic tendencies, with the violin and what not. He's also a huge pervert, in a sense more than Laito.

So, the type of character that could form a "ship" with Shu, even if, given all their personalities, would be a shitty relationship. It would be someone rather guilible, who cares about what others think of them, who are very responsive to their environment and the people within it, someone who's on the more bashful side, is sensitive to shame or scolding and someone who does interact with people. The base personality would not be that of a loner. Because a loner would again, not be willing to come close to Shu unless they feel particularly suicidal that day, and would just leave the sleepy vampire be. Basically, the "daughter" personality type would be the only one that could work with Shu. For him, background would not really matter.

For Shu, the key trait would be responsiveness.

Reiji Sakamaki :

Now, Reiji...Someone who's deeply envious, narcissic and perfectionistic, both from himself and others.

The type of character that might be initially drawn to Reiji would be a "executioner's daughter" type of character, so perhaps another vampire or an OC that was isekai-ed to the DL verse, or a "medieval" fantasy AU, or was ressurected in some weird magical experiment. Now, this character type might be initially draw to Reiji's strictness and more old-fashioned ways...But I can expect it to quickly turn into out-of-breath screaming matches after a week, because of Reiji's narcissism and need to keep a picture perfect image, and she...She's a hardened pariah used to the freedoms given by having no reputation to loose. But, she also might be drawn to the glitz and glamour of high society and might try to fit in, but fundamentally, the learning process would be a huge shift from her usual strategies. Having people turn away from her in the street IS her comfort zone, with most of her skills wrapped around it. But, some initial attraction on Reiji's part is also possible, for it would be someone who would most likely be quite polite, or at least raised to be so, and would actually understand his commands on the spot. But, long-term...Oh, it would be a disaster, even by DL standards, with out of breath screaming matches as an almost daily occurence and constant whippings until she either leaves, he dumps her on the street or she dies, either he kills her or she commits suicide. Her fitting in would only be to avoid getting a beating or to manipulate others, something Reiji would absolutely despise. Plus, Reiji speaks German, so, there would be that for the initial attraction. But again, it would be initial attraction, and then disaster.

The other type of temperment, for canon AU with Reiji, would be someone who's guillible, has a weak sense of self, polite, eager to fit in, eager to please and is trusting of authority. Someone who would also understand the value of things, with a deep sense of beauty. Reiji is a perfectionist, and he does have a love for things that are very dainty and for the polish of high society, so someone who is sensitive to that, at least on an aesthetic level, would potencially make a ship. He's into rigid conformity, so someone who's willing to conform would be a necessity for the relationship to work in any kind of capacity.

For Reiji, the main trait would be adaptability.

Laito Sakamaki :

Now...Laito is someone who thinks love is nothing but a lie, and believes only in lust. He's also a huge pervert, and uses hyper-sexuality as a coping mechanism for his trauma.

Now, the "executioner's daughter" type character, could actually sorta work for at least medium-term with Laito. She would be someone who's from a transgressive environment, so she won't be shocked by a lot of things he does. That might go two directions : either he gets bored, or it escalates further and further. Still, she'll probably be a character who would keep herself for mariage, would value politeness and would still be a bit on the more religious side, of the self-punishing variety...So Laito would still have ways to shock her. However, they would probably work better than Reiji, simply because...Laito would not try to mold her into a lady. But, she'd likely be fighting back a lot harder than Yui, and be better at it to, but would likely be more interested in making a run for it than fighting. This would be the kind of person who would likely have had to face perverts, who attempted mobbing, so again, would be pushing back, but more in fleeing than fighting, and wouldn't think twice about exploiting his phobias. On the other hand, Laito would have no trouble isolating her, since again, she would never have developped connection building skills, and perhaps even could have never attended a social event outside of her family in her entire life. She would be someone who wasn't properly socialized, so she'd be easy to isolate. That said, this type of character would be acclimated to transgressions, torture-addled, somewhat delusional, knowledgable about medicine yet naive about social life. So again, they could work, but again, he would be shocking even to someone like her.

In canon verse, I think Laito might, just might work with someone who's slightly perverted, sexually perverse, torture-addled, hardened intelligent and sneaky, but perhaps more kind-hearted and with a stronger sense of family. Laito is both hyper-sexual, but he is a very intelligent character, and someone who could challenge him intellectually would perhaps create a bond, or at least amuse him enough to ease his sadistic side. Someone similar enough so that he could find a kindred soul.

The key trait for a ship with Laito would be "torture-addled yet intelligent".

Kanato Sakamaki :

Now, Kanato is...a bratty psychotic maniac with necrophilic tendencies. He tends to use temper tantrums to control others, or magic. He's also very possessive, pessimistic and mentally unstable. He enjoys turning people into wax dolls. He's also misogynistic.

Now, he's the third brother that could be potencially paired with the "executioner's daughter" type of character, mostly because she would be interested, for economical reason, in his mummification skills, although the relationship would likely be mutually exploitative and instrumental, and would likely end because she would see Kanato like a brat, and Kanato would try to control and possess her, and would quickly see through her attemps at learning his skills to later make a run for it. So, short-term and mutually exploitative.

The actual personality type would be someone who's more docile, fragile, more guillible yet with some underlying disturbance he could use to drag her into a "folie à deux".

The main trait would be : "breakable".

Ayato Sakamaki :

So...Another hard one. He's also very bratty, but he's also attention seeking, He's a prankster and school yard bully, and very narcissistic, with a rebellious and courageous streak. He has a bit of a tsundere type, although deeply hidden, and he's also very...sadistic and has a perverted side. Also, he has big mommy issues.

So, the character type that could grow on him would be someone who's sensitive to the charms of high-school popularity, youthful arrogance and teenage rebelliousness. Someone who again, is easily enthralled in glamour and is attracted to confidence, even if she doesn't have much of it herself. Someone who's more open-minded, and enjoy more vivid pleasures in life and doesn't mind a little vulgarity. Also, someone who'd be into a "knight in shining armor" archetype.

The key trait would be "vivid" and "hypnotized".

Subaru Sakamaki :

Subaru Sakamaki is violent, impulsive and brash. However, he's the only Sakamaki boy to be morally opposed to rape in some capacity. He's also the second most traumatized after Laito and grew up in extreme austerity, near an underground prison.

So, our "executioner's daughter" OC idea for an AU, yeah...She could actually work pretty well with Subaru. Now, she would initially be repulsed by his "delinquent persona", but she would have grown in a similar environment than him (torture chambers, execution instruments, prisons), if not much happier. They could bond over a similar childhood lifestyle, although...It would probably take time since I can't imagine her being too seduced by his delinquant persona and his more violant side. Like, they would both be able to : nap together in the Sakamaki torture chambers or prison cells, she could do some cooking using the room's fire place, or they could be catching together some man-eating crayfish. They would be able to do activities together in their, and on the more wholesome side.

Now, the personality type he would probably be the most attracted to would be someone accepting and brave...Brave enough not to run away screeming when he shows his violent side (which is often). Now, he does have a rather "rough" personality, yet...He does have a caring side. His self-esteem is hot garbage, so someone easily frightened would only make himself more self-loathing and angrier.

Key personality trait would be "brave" and "even-tempered".

Ruki Mukami :

Mukami is...A strict disciplinarian and a control freak, but also...He is a caring older brother to his adopted sibblings. He's training his prey to be obediant and willess livestock, a perfect little doormat. He does have a more "gentleman" side. So yeah...

Now, Mukami's "girl"...Her personality doesn't really matter since like Laito, he'd just try to break her. That said, he'd be more patient with her human side. However, he is an intellectual through and through, and is well-read and intelligent. So perhaps someone who is is perhaps intellectually curious and into a more "domestic" life.

Key traits would be "docile" and "intelligent".

Kou Mukami :

Now, Kou is a two-faced, half-psychotic bratty Idol who goes from playful and shallow to extremely messed up...He doesn't understand love, and he grew up in a hole. He is a misanthropist who only believes in "give and take".

I think Kou would only be able to truly bond to someone who's just as messed up and traumatized as himself. I think he could bond with let's say a sex-trafficking survivor, with whom he could bond over their shared pain, as he did with his adoptive brothers. He might also take interest in a person who's in the acting or modeling world. Also, he could bond with a cat lover.

The key traits would be "traumatized" and "entertainer".

Yuma Mukami :

Yuma is rough, domeneering, rebellious, sadistic and somewhat perverted. However, he is rather down to earth, if not highly impulsive. He is pretty traumatized, and was forced at a young age to develop a "tough" and violent personna to keep up with the level of gang violence found in the streets.

I think Yuma Mukami would prefer someone who's more down to earth, and maybe a bit of a green thumb.

Azusa Mukami :

Azusa is a faux-shy, faint-hearted sadomasochist who enjoys being in pain and mistakingly believe most people are as masochisitic as he is. Also, likes to annoy people in hopes of getting beatings.

The only Mukami I would bother matching to the "executioner's daughter" type of character...They would bond over the severe bullying they experienced, and if she's a little perverted about, the more the merrier. Seriously, they would match, although even to someone as desensitized as her, he would likely be a bit too much, especially if she doesn't enjoy being mobbed. Honestly, they would go together the smoothest, so again...Nice. Also, he also comes from a despised minority (raised Roma), so again, he'd actually in the AU be the most respectful towards her. Also, given how much of a messed up masochist he is, wouldn't mind if she would be socializing with people litterally kill and torture for a living.

Now, Azusa's would most likely be attracted to someone who's actually pretty firm, yet kind and caring. Someone who can show him the world isn't about pain. Or alternatively, he could bond with a complete and total ax-crazy masochist. In any case, Azusa is capable of love and trust, and is the most...Easy to bond with. Not that it would be a healthy relationship, but it would be compaired to picking up dried up cat poop compaired to pig diearea. Anyways, Azusa would actually attempt at being respectful, so again, greater possibility for matchups.

The biggest personality trait would be "caring" and "warm".

[failguard]

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Matrix Breakout: 2 Morpheus

Hello everyone, it's been a while. :)

Haven't been posting much recently as I haven't really done anything noteworthy- I've just been working on methodologies for different types of penetration tests, nothing interesting enough to write about!

However, I have my methodologies largely covered now and so I'll have the time to do things again. There are a few things I want to look into, particularly binary exploit development and OS level security vulnerabilities, but as a bit of a breather I decided to root Morpheus from VulnHub.

It is rated as medium to hard, however I don't feel there's any real difficulty to it at all.

Initial Foothold

Run the standard nmap scans and 3 open ports will be discovered:

Port 22: SSH

Port 80: HTTP

Port 31337: Elite

I began with the web server listening at port 80.

The landing page is the only page offered- directory enumeration isn't possible as requests to pages just time out. However, there is the hint to "Follow the White Rabbit", along with an image of a rabbit on the page. Inspecting the image of the rabbit led to a hint in the image name- p0rt_31337.png. Would never have rooted this machine if I'd known how unrealistic and CTF-like it was. *sigh*

The above is the landing page of the web server listening at port 31337, along with the page's source code. There's a commented out paragraph with a base64 encoded string inside.

The string as it is cannot be decoded, however the part beyond the plus sign can be- it decodes to 'Cypher.matrix'.

This is a file on the web server at port 31337 and visiting it triggers a download. Open the file in a text editor and see this voodoo:

Upon seeing the ciphertext, I was immediately reminded of JSFuck. However, it seemed to include additional characters. It took me a little while of looking around before I came across this cipher identifier.

I'd never heard of Brainfuck, but I was confident this was going to be the in-use encryption cipher due to the similarity in name to JSFuck. So, I brainfucked the cipher and voila, plaintext. :P

Here, we are given a username and a majority of the password for accessing SSH apart from the last two character that were 'forgotten'.

I used this as an excuse to use some Python- it's been a while and it was a simple script to create. I used the itertools and string modules.

The script generates a password file with the base password 'k1ll0r' along with every possible 2-character combination appended. I simply piped the output into a text file and then ran hydra.

The password is eventually revealed to be 'k1ll0r7n'. Surely enough this grants access to SSH; we are put into an rbash shell with no other shells immediately available. It didn't take me long to discover how to bypass this- I searched 'rbash escape' and came across this helpful cheatsheet from PSJoshi. Surely enough, the first suggested command worked:

The t flag is used to force tty allocation, needed for programs that require user input. The "bash --noprofile" argument will cause bash to be run; it will be in the exec channel rather than the shell channel, thus the need to force tty allocation.

Privilege Escalation

With access to Bash commands now, it is revealed that we have sudo access to everything, making privilege escalation trivial- the same rbash shell is created, but this time bash is directly available.

Thoughts

I did enjoy working on Morpheus- the CTF element of it was fun, and I've never came across rbash before so that was new.

However, it certainly did not live up to the given rating of medium to hard. I'm honestly not sure why it was given such a high rating as the decoding and decryption elements are trivial to overcome if you have a foundational knowledge of hacking and there is alot of information on bypassing rbash.

It also wasn't realistic in any way, really, and the skills required are not going to be quite as relevant in real-world penetration testing (except from the decoding element!)

[rikeijo]

Today's translation #261

Febri vol. 40. Kubo Mitsurou's interview

Part 7.

--- You have also done research, before you started working on your storyboards.

"To watch figure skating competitions, we've been to China, Russia, Barcelona in Spain, at the same time also doing some location hunting.

--- Did it have any influence on your storyboards in some parts, that you could go to visit the actual locations and get to know figure skating better?

"I didn't have the chance to talk with figure skaters in person during competitions, so concerning the question: how to create a mind of a figure skater in a work of fiction, we had to complete the puzzle with external pieces. From the beginning, we planned to focus on the relationship of a skater and a coach, so Yuuri and Victor, but before we did our research, we didn't have a clear image of that relationship. If you focus too much on expressing the bond between the characters, you then can hear comments like: "At best, it's just a story based on delusions produced by a woman's brain". Actually, when I drew "Moteki", quite a lot of people told me that I completely do not understand men, or the opposite: "Why a female author knows so well how a male virgin feels like?" - there is no limit to how somebody can respond to you work, so the only correct thing the author can do is to send their work off into the world with a determination stronger than anybody else's. At any rate, in case of Yuri!!! on ICE, we had to work with a very strong motivation, or it wouldn't work. However, we couldn't quite find anything that could become the core of that strong motivation.

[Notes: If you like Jp dramas or movies and you haven't watched it yet, I recommend watching "Moteki" or reading it if you prefer mangas! Imo, it could be quite interesting for YoI fans, because it shows you clearly what Mitsurou's view of young Japanese men is like. Of course, just because two works have the same author, it doesn't necessarily mean that they need to share the same philosophy, tropes and so on, but there are a few similarities - the main character is a glasses-wearing guy from Kyushu with almost no experience of romantic love, for example...

For me personally, the way I interpreted Yuuri really changed a bit after I watched "Moteki"! I've talked about it a few times in my previous posts, but Mitsurou was in the past bashed by uke-Yuuri-obsessed fujos, because a few of her comments about Yuuri didn't necessarily agree with fujo-version of him. After watching "Moteki", I think for her, those comments could be still very temperate, actually. It just gives you the feeling that she's not one of those authors, who treat their characters like their precious babies that must be protected at all cost.]

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[taylors-karma]

I think after Paloma left, a lot of people are showing their true colors and true feelings towards the players and the game, so here are my thoughts on why I think each player participated in Taylor bashing/hates Taylor. Disclaimer: I’m not including Paloma bc she was kinda obvious and she’s no longer in the game, and I do not condone anyone participating in what happened last week. They are all in the wrong, but I think everyone is at a different degree of wrong and had different reasonings for why they think they’re justified.

Alyssa- Was probably threatened by her because she expected to be the pretty girl with no personality and thought Taylor was filling that role. Backstage also contributed to her fears and she saw everyone else doing it so she joined to fit in with the house.

Ameerah- Is a very competitive and cutthroat person, so she saw an opportunity to get out someone she saw as a strong player and just rolled with it. Also probably just enjoys being mean and nasty so she joined in. Probably doesn’t actually hate Taylor, but why not be mean? It’s fun ahahahah

Brittany- Saw everyone else doing it and didn’t want to be outside the house so she just joined in. Similarly to Alyssa, felt threatened by Backstage and wanted to keep her safety so Taylor was the best option for that. 

Daniel- His gross p*do crush on Paloma lead him to immediately pick her side and homeboy believes anything anyone tells him, so he developed this nasty image of Taylor before even talking to her and actually getting to know her. Taylor is too old for him to be interested in romantically and too young for him to relate to with his old crusty ass, so he sees no value in her. 

Indy- I personally don’t think she ever understood fully what was going on, so she probably just filled in at first to go with the group then realized that what everyone was doing was very extreme and wrong. Honestly the only person with enough sense to actually break out of the mob mentality.

Jasmine- Taylor came in looking beautiful, humble, sweet, smart, all the things that Jasmine isn’t, and she immediately picked her out as her number one target because she’s insecure and jealous over a girl who has done absolutely nothing to her. Homegirl needs to go to therapy or get over it please choose one ffs it’s actually embarrassing. 

Jospeh- I don’t think this man actually know anything. He goes with the house bc he doesn’t know how to play his own game and form his own opinions, then just creates an image of someone based on what he hears to justify his opinion. I think he’s just an idiot who doesn’t know how to play the game askdjosd

Kyle- I haven’t seen this man talk about Taylor that much but he probably is just going with the flow bc that’s probably how he forms his opinions on fucking anything. Homeboy can be brainwashed into doing anything and is too stupid to form intelligent opinions so it’s not surprising he just went with everyone else. 

Michael- He knew that in this game you have to go with the majority and not be one of the outcasts, as well as forming strong alliances and relationships with as many people in the house as possible. He knew that Taylor wasn’t going to have any strong alliances in the game, so he saw her as someone he would have no reason to work with since everyone wanted her out. He’s not really making any genuine friendships, this man is playing the game and every move he makes is extremely calculated. I’d like to think he knew what was going on but chose game over morals and doesn’t actually believe anything that happened was justified. 

Monte- Wanted to fuck Paloma so bad that any negative word he heard (or really thought he heard bc he can’t comprehend a simple conversation) he took as a personal insult. Jumped the gun and deemed Taylor as a liar and decided to roll with it because he probably hates it when other black women try to talk to him and work with him. Get his ass out of here. 

Nicole- Doesn’t actually hate Taylor, but everything she heard from other people started to warp her idea of her and she began to see anything Taylor did as some sort of attitude. She has this idea in her head that if everyone doesn’t like her that must mean she’s bad, and also just wanted Daniel to get no blood on his hands so she didn’t care if she had to bring another woman down to do so. 

Pooch- Is a garbage racist pile of shit who automatically chose Taylor to be the most stereotypical black woman he could think of because he probably is incapable of going past that. Also he’s threatened by her because he knows she could beat him up in seconds and he’s got this insecure fragile masculinity thing going on. 

Terrance- Hates black women with a passion and will do anything to put them down bc he’s a fucking weirdo. Also he saw this as a way for him to stay so he didn’t fucking care that Taylor was being shat on if it meant safety for him. He clearly only cares about himself.

Turner- I still don’t have a good read on this man, but most likely he’s like Jospeh and Kyle and doesn’t know how to form his own opinions outside of a group setting. Just went with it to be one of the bros and stay chill with the house and the “cool kids”. Whatever. 

[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 154

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

I was able to get the Master Post cleaned up this morning.  I know there is a reblog going around with some of the links missing... I put that one up originally as a place holder so I could update my page links in chapters 101 through this one.   I did NOT anticipate it would get immediately reblogged, which made me squeak in pleasant surprise.  I’ll reblog the full post so everyone has the right one.

Also, thanks to @baelpenrose, @the-raven-fae, and @charlylimph-blog for keeping me going and all your help beta-reading and checking my links.  You three are the real heroes here!

“The quiet rooms are done,” Hannah yawned the next morning. “It’s a good thing we decided to make them available immediately, because the first one had people scheduling time before we finished the second one.”

“How many did we end up with?” I asked, pushing down my own urge to yawn. I had always prided myself on being able to resist the urge to yawn when others did, and I wasn’t letting that stop now.

The model of the Ark came up on the table emitter, and Hannah zoomed in on the highlighted areas. “Right now, we have twelve, just like you set up for the second Food Festival. But I’ll be honest, they rooms are already booked for the foreseeable future, and I don’t think that’s tenable.”

“Agreed. I’ll talk to the rest of the Council, but at this point, we need to see about setting all available spaces for quiet rooms.” I nodded and added that note to my agenda. “Moving on, food vendors being allowed in BioLab2. Any updates?”

Parvati flicked the data to everyone. “Grey isn’t thrilled with the possibility that the food will contaminate the aquatics, but is willing to allow vendors in ‘The Fairy Circle’?” She gave me a questioning look. “They said you would know what that meant.”

I just smiled and shook my head. “It’s where I go camping. Conor managed to pull off a prank that fooled even Charly and made a Faerie circle.  It’s a good choice, though: ten, eleven feet across, accessible, and far enough from the water that there wouldn’t be any risk.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. “Credit to Conor on that one. But, Grey was very enthusiastic about the idea of setting up some picnic tables throughout the woods and letting people bring picnics.”

“I already have some vendors on board, there,” I breathed in relief. “Especially the ones who specialize in the type of foods that lend themselves well to being portable.”

Hannah’s face lit up. “Do we get to taste test some of these? I’m really getting some bento box and pasty vibes from what you just said, and I’m not sure which I’m more excited about.”

“I think I can get that to happen,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t mind trying some of the options myself, but I can at least already confirm that all bases are covered for dietary requirements. Next up, where are we on the holiday date?”

“Still working with the other departments to finalize a date where all projects can be completed, paused, or at least at a point where they don’t require direct observation. Everyone is on board, though.”

“That’s the biggest hurdle,” I confirmed. “Means we can proceed with at least putting the rest of the events together in preparation for the final date. I trust you two in handling the party aspect of it, and Charly is already working Bash on another Kink Night event at the Undine - minimal planning needed there. So, let’s figure out who is coordinating the paint-tag fight, and we can loop back to the plans for the party.”

“While I am entirely sure Charly can handle planning for both the paint tag and the other - seeing as both were her ideas - it doesn’t feel fair to leave them both entirely on her shoulders,” Hannah agreed. “It says here that you already had Conor confirm we missed Holi?

“By about six months,” I confessed. “So we’re pretty much both too late and too early.”

“I do believe the arrows would be frowned upon, in any event,” Parvati joked. “I still have her paint formulas - flavors are not listed, but there is a distinct lack of both black and yellow.”

“Those were… scotch bonnet for the black, I know that one. I think the yellow was gochujang, which would still hurt if you got it in your eyes,” I recalled.

She flicked her hands, bracelets chiming. “I will ask for a new formula for yellow, but I think we can live without black paint. The yellow was lovely, though.”

“Ask nicely, and she’ll probably give you the glitter formula colors, which I think are different flavors from the regular palette,” I suggested. “And the glitter is ultra-violet reactive, so that’ll be fun.”

Emphatic stabbing at her datapad ensued - impressive, because it wasn’t even physically there, just emitted from the band on her wrist. “Once I have those, I believe Hannah and I can coordinate that along with the party.  There is no food component, it is only for one day, so the scope is far smaller than the Festival was.”

“And besides,” Hannah added with a shrug, “whip up some paints and some spongy balls to soak it up, set boundaries, invite anyone who wants to attend. Planning done.” She dusted her hands off for emphasis, but she had a point.

“I’ve got the care packages well underway, so we’re solid there. The party. What’s the plan there?”

Parvati dismissed the schematic from the table emitter and sent a different image to it. This one was practically the opposite of what I had expected: where I had anticipated Food Festival 2: Pyrotechnic Boogaloo, I was instead looking at a park that I was reasonably certain only existed in dreams.

Soft green grass that my toes wiggled to touch spanned a rolling, looping thoroughfare. Trees arched overhead like an arbor, and were either woven with lights are absolutely covered in fireflies.  Between breaks in the canopy, a night sky filled with more stars than I had seen in my living memory.  Here and there small braziers burned brightly with fire, resting on sturdy rugs and dotted around with cushions.

“Vati,” I whispered hoarsely. “We can’t use BioLab2 for this, can we? Will Grey allow it?”

“We can, and they are.” Her smile was the feral one that usually preceded a coup de grace of event planning. “This, however, is not BioLab2.  This is the corridors of levels twelve through fourteen, leading into the lab.”

My first urge was to guess what she was planning, but my mind came up blank. I circled around my desk to stand closer to the table. “Okay, talk to me. Make it make sense.”

She nodded. “The grass is real, laid down like sod. The terraforming teams have agreed to let us use it, provided we allow them to collect data on how it holds up to so much foot traffic and include a post-event question regarding the tactile feel on bare feet.  So, bare feet they shall have.” She winked when I realized she and Hannah were going to make it part of the theme. “The trees are an illusion, simple light emitters against the corridor walls, combined with the existing texture of the surface.”

When she moved the image to mimic walking further down the path, Hannah picked up. “The larger spaces are actually where the corridors are longer between quiet rooms. Rather than trying to pull off the tree illusion, we’re going to create a  night sky with shooting stars, comets, the works.  Like a dream.”

“I like it. It’s not what I was expecting, but I’m even more impressed for that.”

“We couldn’t compete with Charly,” Parvati confessed. “She is already going to have our base desires covered.  Anything we tried to do would look like a pale imitation. So, we went the other direction: What else do we do to feel alive?”

“We dream,” I laughed. “It’s all a fairy tale dream, isn’t it?”

“That’s the goal,” Hannah confirmed. “A beautiful dream. One day and one night where you can live out your humanity however you want, without having to compromise.  If someone wants to throw paint with childish abandon, then stroll and dance through a dream, and finish the night at the Undine trying something they never dared to do before, they can do that.”

“When you put it like that, it sounds decadent.”

“I was going for hedonistic, over all, but you’re on the right track,” Parvati laughed. “Hannah and I agreed that everyone on the Ark needed one perfect day.  And since perfect is different for everyone…” She shrugged. “We just decided to give them all the options.  The quiet rooms will be open if their perfect includes a botanical garden, or a cloud… the mess halls will be open if it means a feast, or even just decadent hors d'oeuvres they could never make an excuse to try. It’s literally all on the table.”

“Consider it signed off on.” I still couldn’t take my eyes off that grass, toes wiggling happily. “Just let me know the date when we have one, I need a pedicure to enjoy this completely.”

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[salty-rey]

Singing for the Troops

Pairing: Fives x Reader

Words: 3948

Warnings: Fluff! Open-ending (sexual mention???)

A/N: Hello everyone! This is the first time I do a fic for Star Wars, so I apologize in advance if I mislabeled certain ships. Or if I didn’t do the boys’ personalities any justice. 

I was inspired by old performances/entertainment for the Allied troops in WWII, and after watching Christina Aguilera’s Candyman music video. Then I thought, “do the clones get any kind of entertainment like this?” So I took it upon myself to make a fan fic!

Hope you guys like it!

I don’t know how to end a fic....

Playlist: Something’s Got a Hold On Me | Candyman | Ain’t No Other Man

Your dream is to become a famous singer, and you have been working hard for years to reach this goal. You have been visiting various bars and cantinas, singing for patrons whenever the owner allowed it. Even if you were paid or not, you still sang. If a bar had an open mic night, you were there. Out of all the bars you’ve been to, 79s has always been a favorite. It was always packed, and the owner was happy to have you sing for the guests. It always brought more patrons, which meant more money for the establishment. Plus, you were even paid, unlike previous locations. 

After a few months of you visiting 79s, you attracted the attention of a particular ARC trooper. When you finished your playlist of songs, both originals and covers, you were given a glass of whiskey. 

“Compliments from the ARC trooper,” the droid server told you before gesturing to the said trooper in blue. 

Looking over, you spotted the clone who raised their glass to you, sending a wink your way. Even though they all share the same face, this clone had a distinctive number tattoo on the side of his head and a classic goatee hugging his chin. It wasn’t the first time that someone bought a drink for you. Troopers before had attempted to grab your attention, even tried to get lucky for a night, but you brushed them off. But there was something about this trooper that was welcoming. Perhaps the way he smiled at you or the way he spoke to you. He was causal yet not dull. Flirty, too but it didn’t make you uncomfortable. You become bashful at his witty comments. It felt as though the two of you were long-time friends. 

The ARC Trooper introduced himself as Fives and greeted you to his fellow brothers. There, you met Echo, Jesse, Kix, and Hardcase. They all serve under Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, aka “Skyguy,” as to how Padawan Learner Ahsoka Tano calls him. They had stories to share with you; their missions on other planets engrossed you. In turn, you told them about your dreams to become a singer. 

“It’s silly, I know. Been lectured by my parents for years.” You lightly laughed, only to become surprised at the boys’ reactions.

“No dream is silly!” “Anyone who says otherwise is just jealous of your voice!” “I don’t know what it’s like to have parents, but they should be supportive of you.”

“If that’s your dream, then go after it. To kriff what other people say.” Fives huffed before fully turning to you. “Who can say that they had dreams but didn’t achieve them because they thought it was unrealistic? I’m going to see you on a big stage one day, and I’m going to say, “That’s our songbird.” Because you will always have us cheering you on.” The trooper said with a soft smile.

A blush crept onto your face, and a smile was spreading cheek to cheek. “Thanks, Fives!”

After that night, you and the boys exchanged your private commlinks. Soon enough than anyone would like, they were shipped back to the battlefield. While they were away, if there were any downtime between missions and work, you would hear your holoprojector beeping. You spent hours talking to each trooper, glad to see that they were doing well. Fives was the one who spent the most time with you, almost talking the night away. He would only stop when he saw your head dipping and your eyes blinking to stay awake.

“Go to sleep, songbird. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can. With any luck, we should be landing back to Coruscant within the month.” So fives said, his holo-imagine occasionally flickering due to the distance. 

After letting out a yawn, you rubbed your eyes and smile at him. “Okay. Be safe out there, okay?”

“Anything for my songbird,” Fives smirked. He then bid you goodnight with a soft smile, and he was gone. 

Within the month, the 501st had returned to Coruscant, and you met up with the boys back at 79s. The bar 79s was packed as usual, especially on a weekend evening. Troopers from all kinds of battalions were here, drinking and dancing, retelling stories with their brothers and civilians. The music was pumping, and the dance floor was full of slightly or fully intoxicated soldiers. 

Tight hugs and smiles were exchanged when you were reunited with the boys at the bar before entering and finding an empty booth for you all to sit. Echo had left the table to get everyone their drinks as you and boys caught up. 

“I heard that there this campaign being made for singers by singers and that they want to sing for you troopers.” So you told them, raising for your a bit so that they can hear you over the music. 

Singing for the Troops was a campaign created by independent singers on Coruscant. Singers who supported the clones and believed that the troops deserve a moment of peace and perhaps experience some form of normality, which may be entirely new to them. What clone can say that they have been to a concert? Plus, it would give the artists a moment to shine and perhaps score big with a sponsor. It’s a win-win situation! 

“The campaign reached several Republic-allied planets, encouraging other singers to sign up. Not just that, but it’s was being crowdfunded, and it reached its price goal! Also, I heard that a famous singer is the main supporter of the campaign,” you informed as Echo passed around everyone’s drinks.

“You should sign up!” Kix said after taking a sip of his drink.

“I don’t know. I never sang for a large crowd. Let alone been off-world.” You replied nervously, your hands fiddling with the glass of liquor.

“That never stopped you singing at bars!” Hardcase responded before downing his drink in one gulp. 

“Just imagine that you’re singing to us! We already have the same faces.” Jesse joked before wincing at the sudden punch to the shoulder. 

“Look, songbird; you’re a great singer. And you’ve sung in front of countless drunken troops. So singing in front of a bunch of sober soldiers will be easy,” Fives chimed in, leaning forward and resting his arms on the table. “All those other singers will be lucky to have you join them.” He said before winking, a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks felt warm, and it wasn’t because of the liquor. “Thanks, Fives.” A soft smile formed on your lips, happy to hear his compliments. You then sighed before downing the rest of your drink. “Alright. I’ll do it!”

“Alright. A toast to (Y/N)!” Kix cheered, raising his glass, and the rest joined in. 

The next day, you wasted no time in signing up for a chance to sing in the campaign. The requirements are to submit a recording of your singing, and if you are selected, you will receive a message at the earliest notice. When you waited for a response, you and the boys roam the upper mid-levels of Coruscant, taking time to hang out before the boys were shipped back to war. It always felt bittersweet saying goodbye, but you knew that it wouldn’t be for long. 

It will be much longer. 

Arriving at your apartment from working your day job, you noticed that your holoprojector was blinking; someone left a message for you. A tightening sensation was felt in the pit of your stomach, your heart racing as you approached your holoprojector. You stared at the blinking light. Did one of the boys leave a message for you? No, they know your schedule, so it possible it isn’t them. 

Is it from the campaign? Your heart hammered hard against your ribcage as your hand reached over. Then, what felt like many minutes, you finally pressed the button, the image of a well-dressed man appearing. 

“Evening, miss (Y/N). I am the manager of the campaign Singing for the Troops, and I’m here to congratulate you. You have been selected to be one of our singers! We hope to hear from you soon.” The recording ended with a courtesy bow from the man, leaving you standing there in shock. 

Did he just say that you were accepted? Does that mean you get to go off-world and sing?!

A squeal of joy echoed throughout your apartment, you jumping in place. “I did it!!” You cheered before reaching for your holoprojector. You had to tell the boys! You had to tell Fives!

After several minutes to reach them, no one answered your calls. Your smile slowly turned into a frown before sighing in defeat. “They’re at war, (Y/N)... they’re probably outside of their base. I’ll just leave them a message about the good news.” 

Later in the day, you contacted the campaign manager and agreed to meet with them for further instruction. The plan was to visit various battalions and sing for them during downtime. It will be difficult, and the campaign will have to plan, seeing battalion will go first. During those long weeks of planning, meeting other artists, and vocal practices, there still was no response from the boys. It wouldn’t be the first time you didn’t hear from Fives and the others, although you couldn’t help but worry. 

“Once everyone arrives onto Coruscant, we will first visit the 104th Battalion,” the campaign manager informed everyone via holoprojector. 

“The Wolfpack Co.,” you whispered to yourself. Fives told you about this battalion, having pointed a couple of them out back at 79’s. Fives said to you that the unit within the 104th was a serious, no-nonsense type of group. Entertaining this group and the rest of the battalion will be a challenge. 

The manager continued to list other battalions and legions until one of them caught your attention. “501st and finally, the 212th.” 

“Bottom of the list...” You whispered, frowning lightly. How long will it take for you to reach the 501st Legion? 

The meeting concluded with a buzz of excitement. It was happening. For reals! In a few days, you will be flying out of Coruscant for the first time, following your dreams. 

Before the faithful day could arrive, you decided to reach the boys once more. You sat with anticipation, your knee bouncing as you waited for someone to answer. Finally, after several beeps, the projector came to life, and standing before you was Fives. 

“Fives! Thank the Maker,” you sighed in relief before glaring up at him. “Why hasn’t anyone returned my messages?”

The ARC Trooper lightly winced at your tone before smiling apologetically. “Sorry, songbird. The mission was a lot tougher than we first thought. But we finally liberated the planet from Separatist control. The boys and I are fine. I’m sorry for worrying you.” He said, frowning and eyes cast downward.

You opened your mouth to speak before shutting, looking away as well. “No, it’s not your fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you. We’re at war, and I know that you won’t always be there for our calls. I just....” You began to say but couldn’t finish your sentence.

“I know.” Fives stared at you, eyebrows knitted. “(Y/N)?” Looking back up, he was now smiling at you ever so sweetly that it made you blush. “Congrats on getting picked. I knew you would get in.”

You blinked up at the ARC trooper before smiling. The two of you spend a couple of hours talking, quickly making up for the lost time. You told him the battalions that you were going to visit, and he groaned in annoyance. “Why do we have to be at the bottom of the list?”

“I guess the 104th battalion are in dire need to put some smile on their faces—especially that sourpuss Wolffe.” You teased, causing Fives to laugh. 

“That’s going to be one hell of a challenge. I don’t think I saw Commander Wolffe smile before.”

“I welcome a challenge. And I’ll sure be the one to turn his scowl into a grin.” You puffed out your chest in pride.

Fives chuckles at your comical posture, lightly shaking his head. “If anyone can, it’s you.” You relax, returning to an upright position, looking back up at the trooper. The two of you stare at each other in silence, observing each other’s features. 

His armor was scuffed and dirtied. There are new scratches and dents throughout, roughing his paint job. His face looked tired, yet there was a glow in his eyes, staring at you in what it appears to be loving. 

“I can’t wait to see you again, pretty girl,” Fives spoke, breaking the silence.

That was a new nickname, and it caused you to blush once more. Despite feeling embarrassed, you smiled back. “Me too. Take care, okay?”

“Anything for my songbird,” he repeated all those weeks ago. 

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Who knew participating in a singing campaign would last for so long. Then again, the war is still going on, so landing on Star Destroyers only happens when the surrounding area was safe. But it was all worth it. Seeing the joy on the troops’ faces and feeling their excitement as the music vibrated throughout the hanger was rewarding.

Working with the manager and group of artists was a great experience as well. Many of the singers were friendly, sharing their stories of how they got into music. Many of them were humans; one was a Twi’lek, another was a Pantoran, and a couple more alien species. Listening to them sing in their native tongue was thrilling, giving you goosebumps at the realization that there are so many cultures out there. So much more for you to learn, and what better place than here. 

As the list of locations was getting shorter, you felt more nervous and excited as you got closer to the 501st legion. You were going to see Fives and the others soon. It’s been months since you last saw them. I tried staying in touch with them via holoprojector, but it was getting more complicated since you were busy as well. But that will all change as you near the Star Destroyer that the famous boys in blue occupied. Although, you were nervous for an entirely different reason. You would do something big, having already talked about it to the manager, band, and fellow singers would help be your backup singers. You’re taking a big chance, and there’s no turning back now. 

The ship that you and the rest of the artist travel on docked, allowing the whole group to exit. The hangar will house the concert. That same space will also enable the troopers can dance and sing along. In a matter of hours, the soldiers set the stage, and the singers filed onto the hanger. Just like every other Star Destroyer, the stage is decked with standing spotlights and a curtain to act as a background. It also shields the rest of the group whenever they’re not performing.

You watched your fellow singers perform on stage, peeking from the corner of the curtain where the rest of the artists prepared themselves. As the crowd cheered and danced in place, your eyes scanned around the group. But at your current angle, you can’t see past the first few rows of troopers. So the only way to spot your boys is when you perform on stage. And it was happening real soon. 

Three more singers performed, some of them accompanied by background singers or dancers. Then, it was your turn. 

“Now, please welcome (Y/N)!” The manager introduced, and the crowd cheered as you walked on stage. Dressed in your performance outfit, you approached the microphone stand. Your eyes quickly scanned around the group, searching until a voice rang out from the sea of white and blue. 

“That’s my songbird!!!” 

Your eyes snapped to the source, and you softly gasped. There he was—your favorite ARC trooper.

Fives was waving his hands at you, a broad grin on his face. Standing by his sides were Echo, Hardcase, Jesse, and Kix. They were waving at you too, whistling and clapping their hands. They were all here. They are all safe and sound. You felt a weight come off your shoulders, blinking your eyes to fight back the tears. 

Gripping the microphone, you paused for a second before opening your mouth. Your voice projected throughout the hangar as you sang out your first couple of lyrics. “Oh, sometimes I get a good feeling, yeah/I get a feeling that I never, never, never had before no, no/And I just wanna tell you right now that I-/I believe, I really do believe that/Something’s got a hold on me.”

“(Oh, it must be love),” your backup singers sang softly after you. Drums began to play. A soft bass followed along as you continued to sing. Your feet carried you around the stage, feeling the beat. The large crowd of troopers resumed their dancing, stomping their feet and cheering as you reached the middle of your song. Standing at the center of the stage and facing forward, your eyes then locked to Fives’s as you sang out the next couple of lyrics. 

“My heart feels heavy, my feet feel light/I shake all over, but I feel alright/I never felt like this before/Something’s got a hold on me that won’t let go/I never thought it could happen to me/Got me happy when I’m in misery/I never thought it could be this way/Love’s sure gonna put a hurting on me.” 

The whole time, neither one of you broke eye contact. You can see the look of surprise appearing on the ARC trooper’s face before shifting to one of love, a smile decorating his face. The other boys looked surprised at your words before looking at Fives. It was evident that their brother had a thing for you since day one, but to have you tell him of your feelings ---incredibly so bold like this--- was shocking. But they began to cheer, Echo smacking Jesse’s back as his brother rolled his eyes before depositing a small number of credits. 

You grinned at the end of your song. Then, having witnessed the reaction from the boys, you blushed a bit. Glancing back at the band, you nodded your head. Drums began to play, followed by a couple of trumpets. “I met him out for dinner on a Friday night/He really got me working up an appetite,” you began to sing, moving your hips to the beat. The crowd started up again, dancing along to the sound of your voice. “He’s a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop/He’s a sweet talkin’, sugar coated candyman!”

“Well, by now, I’m getting all bothered and hot/When he kissed my mouth, it really hit the spot/He had lips like sugarcane/Good things come for boys who wait!” So you sang, smiling at Fives, who smirked back at you. The crowd was getting excited as you moved your hips rather proactively, your confidence rising after seeing Fives’s responses to your words. 

“He’s a one stop shop with a real big (ugh)/He’s a sweet-talkin’, sugar-coated candyman.” The crowd wolf-whistled at those words, but your focus was on Fives. You can see him biting his bottom lip, eyes heatedly watching you now. 

When the song finished, the band continued onto your final piece. You had perfectly planned this night. Your choice of songs were different than the ones from previous performances. This was your love letter to Fives. You love him, and it appears that he feels the same way. You don’t know when will be the next time that the two of you will see each other. You would have loved to tell him your feelings differently, but like how you said before, singing is what you know best.

“Ain’t no other man can stand up next to you/Ain’t no other man on the planet does what you do/You’re the kinda guy a girl finds in a blue moon/You got soul, you got class, you got style with your bad ass/Ain’t no other man, it’s true/Ain’t no other man but you!”

Your performance ended with a loud round of applause. You were softly panting, sweat trickling down your neck, eyes watching Fives. He was clapping the hardest, using two fingers to whistle. A bright smile came to your face, thanking everyone before retreating to the back of the stage. 

“What are you waiting for?!” Jesse shouted, a smirk on his face before lightly shoving Fives. “Go after her!” Echo encouraged, followed by a thumbs up from Hardcase and a nod from Kix. 

Without wasting another second, Fives rush past his brothers, being careful not to bump into anyone as the next singer came to the stage. It didn’t take him long to reach the side of the stage, but two non-clone guards stopped him. “Sorry, sir, but no one is allowed back here.”

“It’s okay! He’s a friend,” you quickly intervene. The guards relaxed, allowing you to approach the ARC trooper. All that confidence from being on stage was dripping away. Now, your heart was racing, and your cheeks felt like they were on fire. Fives smirked as your cheeks darken in color, your blush reaching down your neck to the tips of your ears. 

“Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed now, cyar’ika.” Fives chuckled as he took his hand in his. 

You laughed nervously, letting Fives pull you away from the group of singers and towards a more secluded area of the hangar. “M-maybe a little,” you admitted before rounding a corner. Both of you were now hiding the two of you behind a starfighter, Fives gently pressing you against a stack of heavy crates. A hand laid on your hip while the other laid on the containers, trapping you in place. “I told you never sang in front of a large crowd.”

“Could have fooled me,” he responded as his hand on the crates moved to cup the side of your face. You slowly relaxed under his touch before gently leaning into his palm, looking up at him with hooded eyes. 

“I meant every word, Fives.” You said in a hushed tone, your cheeks still flushed. You raised your hands up, before wrapping your arms around his neck, gently pulling him down to you, until the tip of your noses brushed. “I love you.”

“Say it again,” Fives moaned, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flushed against his armor. 

“I love you, Fives.” 

What little space was between you two was gone, as Fives leaned forward, capturing your lips. It wasn’t a light kiss nor a deep one, but still full of passion. It was something that the two of you wanted. A moan escaped you as Fives pressed his tongue into your mouth, your hands moved to cup his cheeks, his hand cradling the back of your neck. “Ner cyar'ika laar senaar,” he purred against your lips after parting to breathe, before pecking your lips a couple of times. Hearing speak in Mando’a caused you to shiver in excitement, which he felt against his hands. 

“You liked that?” He growled before nipping your neck, causing you to gasp. “There’s more where that came from.” You then felt his hips press and grind against yours, releasing another moan from you. 

“There a few more singers left. Plenty of time for it,” you smirked before taking his hand. “And I know the perfect place where you can show me everything.” You both raced back to the ship that you arrived in. You both definitely had enough time, returning back to the hangar but the way you were walking, it was obvious what had occurred. 

You didn’t care how the boys teased you, or how the other singers looked shock, or flustered. You are in complete bliss, having Fives at your side and holding his hand for the rest of the evening. 

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A/N: Thanks again for reading! I have another fan fic in mind, but I should really focus on my finals first!

Ner cyar'ika laar senaar = My darling song bird

[tsumucore]

can I request a nsfw version of the s/o’s of daichi, oikawa, wakatoshi, kuroo, and Bokuto with big thighs? whatever your mind leads you to is fine! S/o is fem too please 👉🏻👈🏻

here you go

Warning: NSFW ahead

Daichi

The best way to get him instantly rock hard is to walk around in anything that shows off your thighs. You get extra points if you’re wearing garters and thigh highs.

Loves to take his time appreciating your thighs; he starts off by gently squeezing them before moving down to place his head in between them. His grip on them becomes harder as he places sloppy kisses on one of them, following the path of hickies he had left from a previous session while simultaneously creating new ones.

Once he reaches your core, he avoids it and moves over to the other thigh and starts kissing downwards, following the trail of marks that littered it until he reaches your knee.

He takes his sweet time with this routine, while you’ve just about had it because you want his mouth somewhere else already. He won’t give your sopping heat any attention until you’re begging for him.

Once he’s satisfied, he promptly eats you out with the vigor of a starved man. His favorite place is headfirst in your pussy while being crushed by your thighs.

Sometimes, you’ll let him place his cock in between your thighs so he can fuck them to his heart’s content. When he cums (and he cums hard), he likes to spill his release all over them.

Oikawa

DEFINITELY the type to finger you under the table, even if you’re in the presence of others. He starts off by running his hand over your thighs, before suddenly squeezing them so hard that you know there will be handprints left afterwards.

He then slides your panties aside before proceeding to tease your soaked heat with his dexterous fingers. He especially loves when you snap your thighs together and crush his hand in an attempt to control the situation for two reasons: you’re in public, but you’re also trying to force his fingers to go where you need them.

The entire time, he’s smiling and feigning interest with the rest of the table. He only glances down once when he feels your walls clench desperately around his fingers; a sign that you’re about to cum. He keeps an eye on your thighs; he loves watching them tremble as you reach your orgasm.

Luckily, the rest of the table was engrossed in the conversation at hand, so no one noticed your pathetic attempt at masking your orgasm. For the remainder of the meal, his fingers delicately traced patterns on your thighs.

One time, he decided to bring foodplay into the bedroom by practically coating your thighs in whipped cream. He never broke eye contact with you as he slowly cleaned up the surface area with his tongue.

Whenever you tell him he can cum anywhere, he usually chooses to do so on your thighs. The thought of him being the one to paint your thighs white fills him with a sense of satisfaction.

Kuroo

One way to get him aroused instantly is by wearing the tightest possible shorts you can wear. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but there’s something so hot about the look of your thighs almost bursting through the material.

After you’ve completely stripped, his eyes widen slightly as they take in your statuesque form. No matter how many times he’s seen your bare body, it still feels like the first time he ever saw you naked.

Just about pounces on your thighs before proceeding to pepper them with kisses while murmuring how beautiful they are. The kisses become rougher as he moves closer to your core, until he’s sucking at the supple flesh while his predatory gaze is locked with your bashful one.

Likes to casually rub your inner thighs with his cock before entering you. Once he’s pounding balls deep into you, his grip tightens on your thighs until they’re bruised.

His favorite position is taking you from behind because he knows that his grip on your thighs is the only thing keeping you upright as he’s completely railing you.

Like Daichi, he loves putting his cock in between your thighs. He admires the sight of your thighs swallowing him up as he slowly thrusts in between them.

Ushijima

Listen… this man is an absolute dom. He starts off by ordering you to wear the garters and lacy thigh highs he bought you before you’re allowed to even think about him touching you.

Like Daichi, he’s a sucker for marking your thighs up. He won’t be satisfied until most of the surface area is littered with hickies.

Teases you mercilessly by tracing his cock along your slit but refuses to enter you until he feels you deserve it. As punishment for not begging hard enough, he slaps your inner thighs with first his hands, then his cock, until you’ve been reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess.

The garters, thigh highs, and iron grip he has on your thighs remain as he pounds into you.

Since he’s often away traveling for games, you’ve given him a polaroid of yourself wearing nothing but the garters and thigh highs to hold him over until he comes back home.

Whenever he finds himself craving your touch, he pulls out the polaroid and strokes himself to the image of you in his favorite look. These jerking off sessions get intense - he fucks into his hand hard and desperately tries to stifle the low moans threatening to slip out as his panting becomes uncontrollable.

When he cums, it’s the hardest he’s done so in a long time.

Bokuto

He has such a fixation for thighs, whether they’re yours or his. They’re his favorite features on both of you, so it’s only natural when they get extra attention.

LOVES when you sit on his face because it means he gets to be crushed by your thighs. Thanks to the steel grip he has on them, you can focus on him lapping at your juices and sucking on your clit instead of worrying about bearing your full weight on him.

Also more than happy to fuck your thighs.

When he’s in his dejected mode, there’s no better way to cheer him up than by completely stripping down in front of him and positioning himself over his muscled thigh. As you start to grind on it, you lean into his ear so he can hear the moans dripping from your lips.

Has such a praise kink, so you usually tell him how much you love his strong thighs and how they’re perfect for getting yourself off to, especially when he flexes them just right.

One time he thought it would be fun to make you wear red lipstick before giving him head. You positioned yourself in between his thighs and started planting kisses all along them until you reached the base of his cock where you gave him the sloppiest blowjob of his life.

After he came, he looked down at his thighs to find that they were absolutely covered with saliva and messy red kiss marks. The sight was enough to get him rock hard all over again.

A/N: sooo this is my first time ever writing nsfw… I would rlly appreciate some feedback from you guys :3

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The way she’s pulling you in

Good grief. I am the biggest pervert. Look away children, this is explicit.

It all came from my other story where I, on the spot, created a headcanon that Sanji would most definitely have a wank bank and it would be overflowing with Nami. (The other story isn’t posted yet, but it’s on the way and has nothing to do with this btw)

Summary: Nami was seductive, alluring, the sexiest person he’d ever seen in his life. He wasn’t proud, but it helped him in his private moments when it was just him and his hand. Rating: M. NSFW. 

This can also be found on AO3 and FFN. 

Enjoy!

Nami was seductive, alluring, the sexiest person he’d ever seen in his life. He wasn’t proud, but it helped him in his private moments when it was just him and his hand. NSFW.

Explicit, wank bank, sexual fantasies, masturbating, accidental exhibitionism, kinda, Sanji’s ridiculously attracted to Nami but what’s new, look at these tags, there is shame this time

Title: Wish you were here, With her sweetened breath, I take a moment, In the shape of you, Made your mark on me, The way that she’s pulling you in, I want to taste her lips,

The pantry was his safe haven.

He was pretty sure the crew forgot it even existed most of the time, but that was because it was tiny, cramped and didn’t hold anything of interest. However, for him, in those… private moments, it was ideal. The toilet never an option because someone always wanted to use it and he liked to take his time. So, all he had to do was wait for Luffy’s second snack of the night and he was out like a light. It worked like clockwork.

Which was exactly how he found himself towards the back of the pantry on a little stool between the bags sugar and flour, already palming himself through the material of his trousers. He was particularly desperate today; it’d been a while since he’d been able to do this and Nami had been particularly sexy today walking around in a skimpy white bikini. It’d been a feast for the eyes. Paired with the way he was sure she was touching him more, hanging around him more and this was well overdue.

To be fair, all she had to do was breath and it was too much for him.

He’ll be honest, he wasn’t sure how he held it together, but all he knew was he didn’t have to now as he undid his belt, zipper and shimmied his trousers down to his ankles. There was already a wet spot on the front of his underwear.

The first touch was bliss and he had to hold himself back from going too fast, already too desperate but unwilling for it to be over that quickly. The second touch and he was picturing Nami from today, in the white skimpy bikini and what laid beneath it. He already knew what did, the image haunted him in the best way possible. Perky, creamy breasts with dusty pink nipples that was wanted to bury his head in between and worship like they deserved to be.

That train of thought led to an outfit that made her breasts look phenomenal, whilst also putting them at risk of spilling out at any moment. But it wasn’t just her breasts though; it was her whole body. The present from the people of Zou, who he never got a chance to thank for blessing him with that view. The purple dress.

He wasn’t even sure if she had the purple dress anymore, but a man could dream, and he certainly did. The way it’d hung on her, draped over all her curves, and teased him from the low cut that showed off her breasts so well to the high cut that displayed long creamy legs and revealed that she definitely wasn’t wearing underwear underneath. It was a heart stopping dress, one that made him want to do naughty things with her. More than normal.

He couldn’t remember how many times he’d done this with the image of her in that dress. Countless times, to the point that he was wondering if it was a kink at that this stage. He knew if she ever wore it again, he’d cream his pants there and then.

Using slow, steady stokes had been abandoned the moment he thought about that purple dress, and he had to bite back the gasp when his hand circled the head of his cock, pre cum already oozing out.

And as his hand pumped down to the base, squeezing slightly as he got lost in his daydream, with the thought of just Nami melting away into him and Nami fooling around in the cramped pantry instead.

He’d be in the same spot, but instead she’d be gathered on his lap, straddling him, and so close that he wouldn’t be able to see anything other than her. He’d kiss down the soft skin of her neck as he uttered sweet nothings into her skin, drinking in her gasps.

She’d roll her hips into his and all her bashfulness would disappear at the stiffness in his trousers, instead replaced by a seductive look that promised naughty things. It made him feel heady.

He imagined the way her lithe hands would feel over his cock, the silk of her hands contrasting against the callouses she’d have acquired over the years, the press of her breasts against his chest but mostly, the steamy lidded look she’d give him. He’d seen it time and time again whenever she wanted something, but this would be genuine, filled with desire for him and only him. She’d pant his name in a breath and it would play over his face teasingly.

His hands would be free to roam, along supple thighs to her rounded behind. She’d gasp when he gave it an appreciative caress, but it would be nothing compared to when he got his hands on her breasts. He’d tease her nipples, bringing them to a point, and then roll them between his thumb and finger. Her hand would stutter over his cock, but that’d be fine because the sound of her breathy gasp of his name would be more than enough.

Sanji threw his head back, thumping against the wall of the pantry, gasping and the room was filled with the wet sound of his hand moving over his cock. His hand glided with how much pre-cum there was, almost no friction, and he imagined that’d be her wetness instead, all over his hands from working her up and then his cock as he slid into her.

He’d have her on her back, so he could watch her breasts bounce as he thrusted into her again and again. But it would be nothing compared to her face, the flush across her cheeks, the tears building in the corner of her eyes at the pleasure he brought her and the way she’d be tumbling over her words, between moaning and calling out for him. The way she’d tell him how good he made her feel.

There was no rhythm anymore, his hand moving frantically over his cock as his thoughts turned filthier by the second, his other hand going to cup his balls, rolling them as pleasure shot through his back and a heaviness settled in his stomach. He wouldn’t last much longer; he could feel himself winding tighter and tighter, ready to snap at any moment.

It certainly didn’t help when he then thought about her sitting on his face, a thought always saved towards the end because there was nothing that turned him on more than the thought of tasting her or bringing her the utmost pleasure. His view would be partially blocked but he’d be smothered in all her glory, thighs cushioned either side of his head as he gave her a front row seat to a toe-curling orgasm. She could roll her hips however she wanted as his hands on her behind encouraged her to find the best angle and he’d be buried in her-

“Nami-san!” He called out, unable to hold it in any longer, his hand moving furiously, and this was it.

And it almost was it, until he heard footsteps from the kitchen.

“Sanji-kun?” His heart stopped. The voice he’d been imagining just moments ago, but much breathier, more desperate than this real-life version calling out to him.  

No. No. No.

The door to the pantry cracked open. “What are you do-” Her voice trailed off as she took in the dishevelled state of Sanji.

It was like a nightmare. To his utmost horror, there was the object of his affections, the lead star in his dirtiest daydreams, stood at the door looking back at him. She wouldn’t be able to see everything from that angle, but she’d be able to piece it together and he watched it happen in slow motion.

As she took in his state, from the flushed cheeks to his rumpled clothing, her confusion melted into understanding. Her eyes widened, face flushing in embarrassment and mouth agape from the shock. It was a far cry from the lusty one he’d been imagining just moments ago.

And all he could do was gape at her in disbelief. Hands still down his pants and his dick had never been more confused; unsure whether to deflate from pure embarrassment or stay standing strong because the very reason for his arousal was right in front of him. In a skimpy top that didn’t help his dilemma either.

It was abundantly clear what he was doing in the middle of the night, and there was no way she didn’t not hear him just call out for her. So, there they were, both distinctly aware that he had been masturbating and to the to the thought of her no less. Great.

She seemed to come alive then, the shock subsiding. “Oh, oh! I should’ve- you’re-” her scattered speech and hand gesture in his direction was mortifying. That she was referencing it, he wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole.  

He’d never seen her so flustered.

“Nami-” he strained out, trailing off because he hadn’t figured out how that sentence was going to end before he’d started speaking. But he had to say something. Do something.  

“No, no!” She said, voice sounding panicked, and her eyes were now intent on looking around the room, at everything other than him, which was concerning but a relief at the same time. “It’s my fault… I shouldn’t have barged in. I… should’ve knocked?”

Oh god.

There was a long silence, and he was still tongue tied. At this point he had no idea how he was still looking at her.

“I’m just-” she pointed into the kitchen, now looking down at the box of coffee opposite her. “I’ll see you in the morning,” she squeaked and then she was gone. He heard her hurried footsteps across the kitchen floor, door flinging open and closing with a loud slam.

Then there was only silence. He was alone again.

His hand still on his dick, which was now half hard from the mixed signals but holding on like a trooper. He was nowhere near as turned on as he had been before and now that she knew, he couldn’t do it, couldn’t possibly finish now without feeling anything other than shame.

What had he done?

The next morning at breakfast, neither could look at the other.

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Welp. What do I even say? This idea just wouldn’t leave me alone and it was so easy to write! Which probably doesn’t help my case here.

Just to add whilst I drown in my sins, my friend Ray started a SaNami discord group. It’s a chill place to chat and share your love for this pairing. If you’d like to join, message me on here or twitter and I’ll send you the link. Please feel free to join, the more the merrier!

Please excuse any errors.

Thanks for reading (this filth).

[bluewinnerangel]

Okay hi! I don't know how dumb/annoying will my question come across as but I'll just go with it at this point. I'm very new to the fandom so I had absolutely no idea about Haylor (I didn't know them as well pls) and I've come to realize that both Harry and Louis at that point of time were wretched. I also know T*ylor really milked 1989 on Harry's name and bashed him for no reason. I just want to understand why was that particular stunt so hard on Harry. I mean he's been involved in so many stunts at this point but why was Haylor the one that broke him so much. Was it because it was like the first "high-profile" relationship he was embroiled into?

I am so sorry for being this annoying anonymous who's bringing the bad memories of Haylor. Seeing them so miserable is very hard for all of us but this has been bugging me a lot.

I hope you have a great day/night!

Hi! It's not dumb/annoying!

So short answer: I don't know why it broke him. I just see a ton of indications that it did.

I have this masterpost that's gonna send you to all kinda links including my own interpretations and a bunch of rants of others as frustrated as moi about the whole situation, including some that maybe explain it a bit deeper in a way you're looking for.

Now this is just my interpretation, again emphasis on that I don't know shit OK? OK. This is based on how I interpret their behavior, music, and even tattoos, as well as stories from those who were closeted in the industry and such, as well as trying to put myself in their shoes I guess. But my interpretation is that he wasn't seasoned in this at all (more like a fact but k). The only actively seeded PR stunt he was involved in at that point was with Caroline and it looked like they were actually friends, she was part of that friend group of grimmy and such, and while it was happening he was just chilling at in his princess park home with Louis basically. Like for the most part he didn't actually have to do anything and could just shrug it off and go back to dancing in the kitchen. Then skip to 2012 and there was a buildup of months and months of reaaaalllyyyy busy schedules and promo mixed in with heightened closeting, denials, really heavy lOoK Louis and Eleanor LoOk, and I think they kept fighting it, maybe harry harder than louis, seeing how far they could take it, and maybe with all that buildup then having to be away from eachother for a longer period of time like some Christmas Stunt Advent Calendar that was haylor was when it all got too much? Just entirely burnt out / caved / depressed, realised he couldn't have it his way, this was just how it was gonna be. Like, there was no use, his image was formed, they'll never go out of style (she sure was right about that) the world's eating up this created ™ version of him, Harry&louis were pulled apart successfully, and there's nothing he can do about it... That's what I imagine anyway. But again I don't know. Maybe it's much less heavy than this, or maybe it's 10x worse than we can imagine. Maybe he was literally told shit to his face by management that just broke him, maybe louis actually let him go even if it was for a short bit of time, who knows. Hope that helped...

Related: This (it's gonna break you just be warned)