#we all saw the d & g collab

[stsgbrainrot]

Satosugu would be that obnoxious rich married couple who could buy anything and everything yet still have the most god awful taste. They’d make every worst dressed list and Suguru wouldn’t care as long as they didn’t mock his hair. But Satoru would cry every time and go out and buy more looks and the cycle would just repeat

[contrastparadoxx]

Typical Girls Sleepover

Summary: Soliel and Daseos have a sleepover! Collab Drabble between myself and @byrdstrolls Art by Byrdstrolls Word Count: 2651

As soon as she saw the car pull up Soliel went flying down the steps, pulling her jacket fully on as she went. She skidded to a halt next to the already beginning to roll down the driver’s side window. The conversation inside did not halt, so the rust was able to catch the back end of it.

“-ake sure you have everyone’s phone numbers Daseos”

“I do! G-d!!! I lived on the streets for MONTHS, remember?” She insists.

“The streets are one thing, a fucking, highblood neighborhood is another-” Hanagi mutters, and then jumps several figurative feet in the air out of startlement as she notices she’s been cursing and talking about hemophobia in front of a child that’s not Daseos. “Hi Soliel” She says, leaning an elbow on the side of the car, so naturally. Nice save. 

Soliel chimed in, chirping in the manner often found with her “The closest neighbors are preeeetty far away no worries Doc” she beamed as the driver finally turned to look at her with a worried look etched into her face.

“Well thanks” The rustblood replies. “You seem particularly chipper”

“I get to spend the day with my best friend in all the universe! Of course I’m excited! Wanna see my horns I’ve been following your instructions to the letter I literally can not feel them right now totally numb” She tilted her head so the other could see the flat top of her horns, then reached up and tapped them “It’s weird actually knowing I should be able to feel them but can’t!” By this point, Daseos had gotten out of the car, holding her overnight bag carefully.

“Good, Das is gonna help you get the prosthetics on, not being able to feel your horns will make that easier. Be safe, both of you, and try to make sure you get SOME sleep.”

“You’re not my lusus!” Daseos insists, running over to hug her friend. 

“I’ll keep an eye on her doc” Soliel salutes over the hug to the adult. “I’ll make sure she sleeps” 

“You better” Hanagi mutters, sighing as she watches Daseos go, before finally driving off. Daseos turns to her, grinning. 

“I got everything we need” She says, pat patting her bag. 

Soliel grinned back “Great! I have things set up inside, we should wait till daybreak so everyone’s asleep, so uh… what do you want to do until then?” She started to lead her best friend into the massive mansion via a side door closer to her portion of it. “Maybe we can do my horn thing, and then hang out in the ball pit, uhm, if you want”

“YOU HAVE A BALL PIT‽” 

“Uhm, yeah! Erik got it for me after I lamented that they don’t make them big enough once you’re no longer a wriggler and also they’re disgusting and full of germs” she held the door open. “Once you help get my caps on I’ll show it to you! I also got us matching bathrobes and they’re made from this fabric that originates off-planet, the softest thing you’ve ever felt I promise.”

“Thanks” Daseos replies, feeling a persistent ever so slight guilt inside her, that of a girl not used to having rich friends and being given luxurious things.

The two fell into chatter that jumped topics several times, weaving through everything but aliens to empire politics though neither ever seemed lost by the flow. They headed into Soliel’s bathroom, where the rust settled down on the edge of her bathtub so Daseos could easily reach the top of her head.

“Hanagi says normally this would hurt a lot which I guess makes sense especially for you since your horns are weird-“ She starts. 

“Hey!” Soliel retorts. 

“It’s true! Weird is cool!! I wish MY horns could glow! Anyway hopefully they’re actually as numb as they seem you know because it would suck if you ended up in pain”

“Yeah true we have waaaaay too much going on later” Soliel giggled until a small bonk from Das reminded her to hold still. She went rigid, even her chest barely moving as she breathed in and out.

“Okay-” Daseos says, bracing herself. “This should be easy, but you might get a headache later as the extra weight settles in. Buuuuuuut” Das’ tongue stuck out a bit from the corner of her mouth as she messed with the horn caps “that should do it!” She grins holding up her friend's head to face the mirror. 

“Get the light!!” Soliel requests, kicking her feet in excitement. 

“RIGHT” Daseos says, flicking off the bathroom’s light switch, and then eyes widening in wonder as she looks at her friend’s prosthetics glowing faintly in the block. “Yooooooooo” The jadeblood whispers in an unexpected moment of barely contained excitement. 

Her friend sits up from the chair, laughing in child-like glee and spinning in circles, watching her horns in the mirror. 

“You’re gonna be the coolest medium in the world, you know that?” Daseos says. “She’s gonna come straight out of the afterlife and say those caps are SICK”

After twisting in the mirror a moment, the joy from seeing her horns complete for the first time since The Incident caused the rest of them begin to glow to match the caps. Soliel wiped the forming tears away, and turned to Daseos. “Okay I know I said we should wait until sunrise BUT no one bothers me over here and Erik’s probably busy anyway so what if we went and set up now.” She bounced on her toes a bit, then grabs her friend's arm and pulls her out the room and down the hall. “Come on, if it goes well we can put our robes on and watch a movie after!”

“What if it doesn’t go well?” Daseos jokes. “Can we still do that?” 

Her personal room had most things on the sides, with a lot of clear space in the middle other than a rug, which she pulled off to the side. “Of course we can but obviously how well it goes will dictate our movie choice, trust me I’m an expert” with the floor now clear, Soliel quickly got to work drawing on it.

“Right” Daseos says, nodding solemnly, she goes over and sets down her bag, pouring several items out of it. 

“Okay hand me everything you got to bring her here, based on what you’ve told me about her I uh-“ the rust took a moment to pull something out from behind a pillow on the nearby couch. It was a stuffed octopus “I finished fixing this guy up for her. Look! One of its tentacles even had to be patched with another color on the end because it was missing.” She gently set that in the circle.

“Yeah,” Daseos says. “She loved uh, sea animals” She says, honestly knowing close to nothing about Twitch. “And Ghost energy drinks” The jade says, referring to the brand and not the fact Twitch would be a ghost, setting a few inside the circle, “Mondes says her apartment was covered in them- and I got her five caegers” Daseos continues, dropping the bill in the circle, making a strange collection of sparse offerings. 

“She loved five caegers?” Soliel questions. 

“She was an evil fleet lady, of course she loved money!” Das insists. “And this stuff was all I could find in my hive” She adds, sheepishly. 

“That makes sense” Sol nods in agreement. “If it doesn’t work the first time we’ll go dig in the cushions of the BIG couch and see if we can find anything extra” as she settled comfortably. “Now, did you bring-“ a vague hand gesture to indicate what she meant was given.

“Th-thony” Daseos grins, setting down the money object in the center of the circle, the thing they were most sure Twitch had at least something of an emotional connection too. “I told Hanagi I needed him for a science project eheheh. She can’t say no to science.” 

That got a laugh. “Okay yeah that’s fair. Sorry Th-thony, I got some plant food for you as an apology for once this is over, that works for a plant right? Also that wasn’t a TOTAL lie this is kind of a science project, the project is uhm” she paused, trying to figure out how to word it.

“Necromancy” Daseos replies. “Ecology. Whatever” 

“Psychology maybe” she nods, then giggles 

“Definitely psychology!” Daseos laughs. “It’s Twitch.” 

“Alright, I’m ready when you are”

The jadeblood inhales, staring at the pile of assorted items. It was enough- it had to be. Strange that Twitch could have had such a lasting impact on every single one of them, yet when searching for material proof of who she was, what she even wanted, what she stood for- the tangible results are so depressingly meager. Newly determined to do her due diligence as a necromancer following Ailzea’s ask-first model, she looks her friend in the eye. 

“I’m ready,” She says. The tone of the night shifts ever so slightly, the girls taking on a somber air as the blinds moved just a bit in the wind. 

Soliel nodded in solemn understanding, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, putting her hands flat on the ground in front of her. Breath in, breath out, the room seems to fall colder. In, out, the very shadows start to shift and twist around her. In, out, the glow from her horns fades, but then she opens her eyes and the glow from them more than makes up for it. The uncovered one glows red, and purple light seeps out from under the eyepatch over the other. 

A thin pink line dances above Th-thony’s steam like a seam, slipping in and out of existence like a trail of smoke. Daseos watches it with wary trepidation and anticipation, glancing back and forth from Soliel to the plant. 

When the rust speaks, there’s an almost musical quality to it. “We want to speak to you, so please come forth.”

The pine line sparks suddenly, as if lashing out in a burst of emotion. And suddenly, the specter is there, flicking in the moonlight, seeming more star than girl in many ways, her tangible form volatile, but her mouth seems to find the grace to form words, the first thing to fall from her mouth is predictably bitter

“Ha Ha” The ghost of Twitch Monark says, staring down Daseos as if Soliel were not even there. “Why would you wanna talk to me?” She says. 

This seems to stump Daseos temporarily. She seems caught up in seeing the woman face to face for the first time since she had arrested Mondes outside that motel, trenches of old hurt she thought were long buried digging their way to the surface. 

“Because” she stumbles. “Can we bring you back to life?” 

“What?” She replies. 

“What?” Daseos says. 

“We want to bring you back to life!” Soliel says. “Is that okay?” 

“Okay?” Twitch says, looking through the pile of offerings. “First of all- not a thing you can do. Death is famously permanent” she mansplains. “Second, why would you do that?” 

“Me and my family have discussed it,” Daseos says solemnly. “And we want to give you another chance.” 

“Well now I KNOW you’re lying” Twitch replies. 

“I’m not!” Daseos insists. 

“The Cheongs aren’t idiots,” she says. 

“Yes they are!” The kid retorts. “I mean! No they’re not!” She corrects, tripping over her words. 

Soliel had to choke back laughter at that, clearing her throat instead.

“Exactly. So even if necromancy was real- big IF- they wouldn’t use it on me.” She says. 

“M’am I am literally sitting here glowing and talking to you after dragging you as a ghost to here. Can you not act like necromancy is nothing because like- it’s happening, right now.” Soliel argues.

“Oh I’m ALIVE right now?” Twitch retorts. Poking a hand through her body, turning into a burst of light and back again. “This is how my alive body works?” 

“Necromancy has different levels OBVIOUSLY jeez I thought you were supposed to be the fancy smart one.” The six sweep old roasts. 

“I shoulda brought Marsie” Daseos muses. 

“You what?” Twitch stutters. 

“I brought Marsie back to like” She subtlety brags. “I coulda brought him here to show you.” 

“Your story grows more ludicrous by the second” Twitch hisses. 

“Have you seen him around the afterlife?” The teenager says. 

The ghost stares at her, beaten. “Well- no” She says. “Could be unrelated” She mumbles. “Maybe he’s avoiding me. Besides! That’s obviously what you’d say if you were attempting to endear yourself to me” She accuses. 

Daseos takes a moment to grab her phone, looking through her photos for an age. Before flipping it over and showing a photo of her and Marsie taken a couple weeks ago. 

The seadweller stares at it. Dumbfounded. She inhales. 

“Could be doctored,” She says. 

“Are you kidding me?” Daseos hisses. 

“None of this makes sense” The violetblood complains, “And nobody wants me back alive! She says, throwing up her hands and storming off. 

Soliel clears her throat, and simply summons her again, the ghost appearing again in the circle. She glares at them. 

“Why wouldn’t they want you back alive?” Soliel asks. 

“A hundred billion reasons.” She replies. 

“Hanagi misses you,” Daseos says quietly. 

The woman inhales, pained. “Hanagi maybe. Maybe once in a blue moon Hanagi misses me but the rest of them? You can’t expect me to believe that.” 

“Have you considered that maybe, just maybe, people would be willing to believe you are able to change? That Hanagi’s opinions may have affected others?” She speaks softly now, the rust does, unsure if it’s really her place to speak.

“Sure. Hanagi just walked up to the rest of them and said let's resurrect Monark and they were like "you know what, sure”” She rambles, sarcastically. “They totally just forgot about all the attempted murder I did. They just listen to whatever Hanagi says.” 

“You’re such a child” Daseos says, in a disquieted awe of the woman’s immaturity, which even she, the six sweep old, can parse. “Let’s say they did-” 

“They didn’t” She retorts. 

“Let’s say they did,” Daseos insists. “Wouldn’t you want to do right by them?” She says. “If Hanagi fought them on it- on your behalf” 

The ghost pauses, flickering again as she is overcome with emotion. 

“Necromancy isn’t real,” She says. 

“Uuuuuugh do you want me to send a taxi for Marsie?” Soliel says, exasperated. 

“Will you ANSWER THE QUESTION” Daseos says, fed up. “If none of this is real- it doesn’t matter. But if it WERE. play pretend. Do you want to live?” 

The ghost flickers so much she nearly vanishes into that unknowable either. Lost and faint as she was when she was alive. This hollowed out trace of a person. Her form falls apart, until it's not even clear it’s a troll anymore. Just shapes and colors, pinks and purples, the nebula thrashes, caught in some silent violence. The air rustles through Th-thony’s leaves. 

“Okay, I’ll play pretend” Monark says, voice quiet and wavering with no discernible source. 

“I want to live,” She says. And Daseos shoulders ease. Her eyes close, in a silent, raw relief. 

“Okay” She says. “Thank you” she says, not knowing what she was saying it for. “I’ll see you soon” The child promises. 

A pink hand snakes out of the void, grabbing the five dollar bill from the tiny altar. 

“I’m keeping this” She says, dragging it to whatever ghost realm, and then she’s gone. 

Soliel waits until she is fully sure the spirit is gone before cutting the connection off, the glow within the room fading and the shadows settling unnoticed back to their usual positions. “Well. I think that went well.”

“Yeah” Daseos says, dazed. “I guess that could have gone worse”

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

STOP EVERYTHING WDYM SHE USED TO CRUSH ON YANG

OH PLEASE same though if someone disappears I'm planning their funeral

I'M SOBBING I LOVE MY NCTHREE

SEONGHWA SENDING FLOWERS sorry yang i'm team ynsh now

poor yangyang akhdbjfnk

oh ewwwww stalker much?

SUNGHOONNNNNNN

oh my god o h m y g o d

why is he so scared of that's that's very...

oh- oh i'm going to sob team ynyy here we come again

~

OH NO YEONJUN I LOVE YOU BUT KEEP YOUR MOUTH S H U T

oh nvm okay collab

i say yangyang names y/n's contacts thing 1 and thing 2

~

nah if ncthree were on one team you'd have yangyang and y/n arguing with each other about not doing well and then mark literally acing everything and going ":D" while yn and yangyang just stand there staring at him

DEFEATED MALE LEAVES I'M WHEEZING

~

SKEEBALLLLL

YES HE'S LEGALLY ALLOWED TO FLOOR SOMEONE

the unstoppable besties on land but stoppable in the air and ocean

we love a man who is competent and can drive basically anything

~

HELP ME NCTHREE'S BEEN A BAD INFLUENCE TO MARK ADKFJN but yes johnny is daddy material

side note the 🥵 is the first thing that came to mind when i read that akbdfn

JIHYUN BEING THE MOM ADHKBJFN

johnny the daddy of nct 🫡

~

thanks for making me sob my team ynyy heart has been solidified

MANIFEST IT

he's at the ateez dorms i call it

I KNEW IT

yeonjun istg

...oh my that was-

~

okay shaving in your room's a big no-no

the colour combination i-

jeno i- i would be lying if i said i didn't laugh though adkbjfn

OH RIPPPP

"the one they call johnny"

oH

ohohohoh the plot thickens

DEAD LIFTS i literally feel dead after I'm done with them

OH MY GOD XIAO DEJUN

...you've got to be joking delusional fans are the WORST

god forbid jeno stands a bit closer to yn to prevent her from dying

OH WAIT THAT REMINDS ME OF THE SMALL YN'S BROTHERS POSTS AHHHHH

~

NOT THE CURSED POKEMON

no but how do people sexualise someone spotting someone else that's so-

~

HELP I JUST REALISED HOW ONG THIS GOT I'M SO SORRY ADHFJN

wE ARE BACKKKK

Also girl this is Season 1 content except homegirl got over it pretty quickly I mean you would too if you saw the shit she saw him do

LMFAOOOO

THREE IS THE STRONGEST NUMBER

Your rollercoaster of YNSH and YNYY is so fun to read (YNSH is obv up high while YNYY is down low cuz you know those two are going to hell)

From possible man to nobody's man for real

Funny you should say that

SUNGHOON

Lowk I would be too if I, a vaguely fresh idol, was told to hand a paper to an idol with a load of wack-ass rumors going on about her and everyone she was associated with i'd be hella nervous

WE BACK IN HELLLLL

~

Yeonjun will return in S3

We love collab stages!

STOP IT WOULD BE AHAHAHA alternatively Dumb and Dumber

~

Normally Mark has the brain cell but when they're together that brain cell gets confiscated so now all three of them are working off of vibes

HE KNEW HE COULDN'T WIN IT WASN'T EVEN WORTH THE SCREEN TIME

~

I'm such a BOSS at skeeball ngl like undefeated amongst the cousins

All those years of mario kart led up to this

*insert Eren pointing across the sea gif here*

The Kun-cult is a side plot I'm planning rn

~

Doyoung like "I knew I shouldn't have let my son hang out with those ruffians"

ME TOO LMFAO I SHOULD'VE PUT IT MISSED FREAKING OPPORTUNITY

That's MOMMY to you!

Not the job he asked for but the one only he could do

~

Oh now we stuck in hell I can't wait to drop the alternate

Jaemin probably fully knew Mars was at the ATEEZ dorm because he may or may not have been in the same situation Jisung was in before

HE MISSED HIS DAD'S SIDE

Ehehehehehe

~

and y'all wonder why (Y/N) moved on fast

Bro picked it up, smelled it, and put it on

RENJUN REALLY SOLD HIM OUT LMFAOOOOO

The only people Mars actually cares about is ANiMA let's be honest here he literally manipulated Jisung into letting him out

The plot is very thick

Ngl I can't even lift the bar on it's on

He held his hand up for a high five after that but no one noticed so he just clapped his hands together

Poor YN, fame isn't all she thought it was

*YN getting crushed while benching* *Jeno putting his hands up and walking away to avoid the scandal*

YESSSSS Lowk I've been running through them again to make sure everything's in line before S3 comes out

~

WHEN MEG SENT IT I HAD TO ADD IT

people who don't know gym etiquette that's who

~

IT'S OKAY I LOVE IT THANK U ROSE

[prismartist]

Ponk’s discoveries and what they mean

Y’all haven’t been paying attention to Ponk and it shows. /lh

He has made many discoveries in his recent streams that are just begging to be talked about, and I, as the resident maker of farfetched theories, will take up the job of compiling and connecting them to the current lore.

For those who don’t know, Ponk recently built up the lore of Not A Very Good Town Town, aka the village that went mad, through a book he found in the basement of Jack’s (the potato farmer, not Manifold) Ye Old Farmhouse, written by Jack himself. And it reveals some interesting information.

There’s going to be a few sections for this post: first, breaking down what is in the journal, then theories as to what exactly happened to the village, and how these discoveries can tie into the current storyline.

The journal

For one, Jack seems to have interacted an entity that’s eerily similar to Foolish. In the first page there’s an entry that reads:

“Day 790 The strange man is back, his body made of straw but eyes of emrald.”

On the second page as well, it mentions:

“Day 800 A NEW LAND! A land that uses sand as stone! Gold.... GOLD EVERYWHERE!”

Which, of course, probably pertains to Foolish’s desert home, which also has a significant amount of gold due to the Egyptian theme.

But why would we get Foolish lore from Ponk of all people, instead of the totem god himself? Well, Ponk was the first person Foolish interacted with on the server aside from Dream, so I wouldn’t be surprised if they talked more after that and collabed for lore.

But anyways, now we move on to the more interesting section:

“Day 840 The Strange man has returned his name still unknown... BUT! he has brought a caravan of good! he talks about ancient magic and gifts 21 statues transported in make shift boats.”

Jack then goes on to describe that the statues are “calming” for him, before the next entry, written ten days later, show a disturbing shift in attitude.

“Day 855 CATS I HEAR CATS, CATS IN THE WALLS IN THE WALLS”

And another one five days later:

“DAY 900 murder... the cats murder ,,, the people I showed Shrimpy my satues he seems too intrested BUT THEY ARE MY SATUES”

Now those who saw the episode know that Jack and Bob (Shrimpy) turned out to be the murderers of the “canon round”. Seeing as those two people were the only ones exposed to the statues as we know, it’s logical to assume that the statues were the reason they went mad.

And this is backed up by the next entry:

“Day 905 SUDDEN URGE TO MURDER, THAT HELGA WOMEN IS TEMPTING BUT DAMN HER HUSBAND NEEDS TO GO BY ANY MEANS NESS…..”

Then there are two blank pages before the journal concludes

“Day 1040 Just me and Shrimpy and the cool statues life is good go od goo d g ood go odgood g oodg ood go odg good goo dgood goo dgood g ood good good good goodgoo d go od g ood go od dgo od g oo go od go o d - JACK”

It’s creepy as shit. But moving on.

There’s a lot of questions to be asked here. Why did Foolish–if it is Foolish–visit the Town? Why exactly did he gift a bunch of statues that drove Jack and Shrimpy to madness and murder? Why are there cats in the walls?

(Well, cats are very significant to Egyptian culture, even to a cult-like status, but that’s for another post.)

There are a few possibilities.

What exactly were the effects that Foolish had on the Town?

(Here’s the farfetched theories part lmao)

The simplest (and let’s be honest, the most likely) theory is that the statues probably had way too much power that caused people to become overprotective over them. Foolish just didn’t realize and wanted to give some nice gifts, but the statues drove Jack and Bob to insanity after being exposed to them for way too long. So they killed everyone.

However, considering certain factors, there is another possibility, specifically surrounding:

The “non-canon” round.

Did Karl say that it was a practice round and thus not canon? Yes. Am I suggesting it’s canon anyway for the sake of this theory that probably won’t be true? Also yes.

Besides, Karl probably also didn’t plan for TVTWM to be influential to the storyline, but because of it his character’s now a time traveler and Ponk is pulling out more lore so.

I think Foolish came by and gifted the statues, the first round did happen, and he brought them back to life after the first game. But the resurrection affected Jack and Bob, driving them to madness à la gothic horror lit character that just saw something they weren’t supposed to. Perhaps their attitude became cult-like, praising Foolish, thus the overprotectiveness over the statues as they were connected to the god, or they were of the opinion that “Hey no, everyone’s supposed to be dead,” and then sought to make that true once again.

“But then what about the first round, where everyone also died?” You may scoff at the ridiculous theory, poking my chest accusingly. “Why were the killers different?”

Well, I have a simple answer for that.

Egg.

“What, the egg again-“ I know, I know, it may seem tiring tying everything back to the egg, but hear me out.

In another one of Ponk’s streams, “Dreams of potatos?”, at 58:15 (correct me if wrong) Ponk had a dream where Mayor Jimmy was saying disjointed sentences to Jack, scolding him, telling him to stay away from Helga, and also something about burning Miles Memeington being burned at the stake for being a witch (????). At the end of it, Jimmy turned to the camera.

And his eyes were red.

Which, of course, is a telltale sign of being infected by the egg.

The egg being the main plot right now, seeing as it can easily be connected to the “Red-Eyed Village Wars”, and the fact that it is known to control people to murder, I don’t think it’s too much of a stretch to point to it as being the cause.

It also helps that Jimmy was only a character from the first round; in the “canon” round, Bad had changed his character to some sort of constable or something.

So the egg may have controlled Jimmy and Cornelius, the murderers in the first round, to kill everyone, Foolish then came along, resurrected everyone murdered in the first round, gotten rid of the egg’s influence, and then left. Then whatever effects the statues had on Jack and Bob took affect.

Alternatively, the statues may have been the ones to resurrect the dead, or have been given as protection from any threats, but became haywire for one reason or another. They influenced Jack and Bob to protect the statues at any cost, and they took it too far. Which may seem a little hypocritical as the egg literally does the same thing, but fire fights fire and all that.

And, just like with Karl, if Foolish has had to deal with the egg before, it makes sense why he’s so averse to it now.

Current lore

Now, how does this tie into the current storyline?


Aside from the egg, if resurrection and items do affect one’s psyche, then maybe that’s the same reason why Schlatt and even Dream–the only other two who know how to resurrect–acted the way they did, becoming apathetic to the wellbeing of other people.

Also, it is worth noting that in the basement where Ponk found the journal, there were 21 villagers in boats, the same amount as the statues. Thus Ponk concluded that they are the statues. And Foolish does have an affinity for villagers, if King Toad is any indication. This implies that Foolish can not only bring dead people back to life, but can also grant life to objects that never lived in the first place. Or, they were once living, but had their life taken away from them before getting it back for one reason or another. If Foolish really has this much power, it could be foreshadowing for future events where those powers will be utilized.

About the bloodvines, if Foolish has defeated them before, there’s a chance he may do it again. Unless something goes wrong and he accidentally drives a few people to madness.

(or maybe they were predisposed to madness, who knows-)

TL;DR

Foolish may have interacted with Not A Very Good Town Town before to save them from the egg and resurrect the dead, driving Jack and Bob to insanity as a consequence. Thus he could have a lot of power and will be the one to potentially defeat the egg once again.

[10millionyearsdungeon]

Reminiscence - Second Tempo

A/N: So! Second Tempo is a continuation of the First Tempo posted here. Just like the last, it’s part of the Haikyuu! HQ Server Collab; check out the rest of the work on the flaming smut pile.  ===================================================

“Oi, it’s Ukai. Leave a message.” “Oh, Keishin…” Your body writhed against your fingers, phone pressed against your ear as another gasping moan ripped through you. The pads of your fingertips glided over your sensitive nub effortlessly as you grinned into the phone balanced between your shoulder and your ear. The game of cat and mouse had been going on for well over six months between yourself and Keishin; the ceaseless war of attrition had the teams and your students wondering who would break first. An international volleyball conference had you and the Karasuno girls’ team pulled away from Miyagi, from the handsome coach with those sharp, leering eyes.

“I know you’re away for training camp with the team…But I need you, Keishin.” Lust coated every syllable, each word dripping with desire as your fingers teased over your nipples and dripping folds. Another lascivious moan echoed into the receiver as you slipped a single dainty finger into your twitching hole. “I can’t seem to keep my hands off of myself…god, I wish it was your fingers slipping inside this tight, needy hole…” Sprawled out on your hotel room bed fresh from a shower, your wet hair plastered itself against your neck as you continued to rock into your own hand. 

He invaded your thoughts; like intrusive kudzu he wrapped himself around your senses even halfway across the world. Did he know how you had ruined two pairs of panties at the last voicemail he sent you before the girls’ last match that day? Did he realize how desperate you were to be home? Could he hear it in your voice? 

“Keishin,” you whined out, fingertip just brushing your g-spot. With a soft growl, you snatched your phone from your ear and put the device on speaker so you could angle yourself to reach deeper. With your body able to contort a little easier, the phone rested next to your flushing face against the pillowcase. Your body jolted into waves of pleasure as your legs tensed into your stroking. “Fuck, I can’t wait to come home, oh fuck, oh fuck, Keishin…”

The familiar stars dotted your vision as you bucked into your hand, clit rubbing fitfully into the meat of your delicate palm. You could almost see the flash of bleached-blond hair, the tanned skin stretched across those long, toned forearms. Painfully arching your wrist to drive your curling fingers into that familiar, soft spot you clenched tightly around your thin digits. You couldn’t fight the orgasm that threatened to overtake you quicker than anticipated. “Oh, fuck, Kei…Keishin!” Your words were gasping, breathless sounds, the same sounds he took pride in drawing out of you. 

“It should be your cock I’m cumming on. Why isn’t it your cock, Keishin? Fuck, I…” Another cry left you trembling as you came around your fingers. The ecstacy you felt solo was a pale shade of what you had grown used to with the snarky coach. You whimpered into the phone and shifted the sheets around you, arms hopelessly searching for him in the stark white abyss of your hollow afterglow. 

“I can’t wait to see you, Keishin…Until then,” you closed and hung up the phone. A small grin bloomed over your features as you came down from your brief high. The back and forth of phone tag and stolen video chats for the past week made you long for the thug-faced twenty-something coach fiercer than you could imagine. For the moment, the extra pillows in your bed would have to suffice as a sub-par substitute before you could nuzzle into the warmth and inhale the smoke and sweat from his skin again.

~

It was a long day of drills and penalties for the Karasuno Boys’ Volleyball Club at the joint training camp with Fukurodani and Nekoma. The boys continued to run themselves full tort against the other two teams, trying to refine and rebuild their skills on the court. Keishin found himself getting frustrated with the lack of progress the team was making, even considering the upperclassmen were bordering on complacency. Daichi assured him they were trying their best and maybe it was time for their coach to take a break. 

He ambled from the gym with a lazy kind of grace and fumbled for his cigarettes and phone from his pockets. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at the voicemail notification he saw across the screen. The tiniest of cocky grins stretched his mouth into a crooked curve as his thumb hovered over the play button. “Damn, must’ve just missed her,” he sighed, pressing play and holding the phone to his ear. The second your moan, your deliciously sinful voice graced his ears his face heated up and his ears flushed a deep red. Your voice went straight to the growing tent in his sweats, an ache he would be sure you repay you for in kind when you returned. The wailing fit on the other end was audible to passers by as the flustered coach turned the volume down with thick, numb thumbs. A dark-haired Fukurodani student passed by, green eyes narrowed at the coach’s flustered appearance and wordlessly made his way into the gym, no doubt to start another four-on-four match with the boys of Karasuno. At the end of your message, Keishin leaned into the brick of the gym and finally lit his cigarette. He took a long drag, longer than he would have normally if it wasn’t for your scintillating voicemail. Once his heart slowed, his thumbs furiously typed out a reply. K- You could have warned me, little girl. Y- And ruin the surprise? You liked it. :)

K- Time and place. Y- Is that all you have to say? :( This different timezone stuff is the worst, Keishin.

K- That’s something we can agree on. It’s just another day, right? Y- I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. Closing ceremonies run until tomorrow afternoon, but flight leaves a day after. K- Text me next time, little girl. And tell the girls to kick ass during their last exhibition match. Y- Does it make you mad that my team’s doing better than yours, Mr. Big Bad Daddy Crow? >:D

K- Just wait, little girl. You haven’t earned your wings yet. We’ll see how much fight you have in you with my hand around that pretty neck of yours and your lips wrapped around my cock. 

He chuckled darkly at the thought of your ruined face, chest heaving, gasping for oxygen as he held your lips against the hilt of his cock. He knew you well enough to know that your face would be about thirty shades redder than his was listening to your siren song after reading his message. God, you were never more beautiful to him than when you were sobbing out for release, begging for him to make you his. Fewer things kept him warmer at night when his wide palm wrapped around his cock than thoughts of you with that lewd, haunting passion playing in your eyes. When you didn’t reply, he shook his blond head and snuffed out his smoldering cigarette filter against the wall. Of course you’d have your fingers stuffing your cunt; it couldn’t compare to his touch. He adjusted his headband deftly and pocketed his phone again, only glancing down at his cock, half-mast for a moment before another distraction pulled him away from his thoughts. Two days were going to feel like an eternity. At least he had your voice in his pocket. 

~

You yawned as your girls took the court in their last match against the American team. The manager eyed you suspiciously as you blearily watched the game unfold. “Long night, Coach?” You nodded and hummed, rubbing your eyes. The boy stood a whole head taller than you, appraising your drowsy visage. “Must be hard being away from home.” “Mmmhm. It’s easy to miss home from so far away.” “I’m sure Coach Ukai feels the same way, Y/n.” “Toshi!” Your tone was scandalized in your chiding as the younger boy stifled a chuckle. “We should be focusing on the girls. How do you think they’ll do today?” He smiled, pride swelling as he watched his team warm up. “It’s been a long week.” “They’re tired, but they’ll push through. We’ve taken the W with less in the tank before.” It was your turn to feel proud of your girls. It was true– their rise to the top, for the acknowledgement that came with the invite to a tourney on the international stage was huge, even if it was just an exhibition tourney. There was something about the game that kept you grounded despite the tumultuous turns of your life. It brought you back to those long-thought forgotten memories, brought you closer to your high-school crush. Part of you was glad you took on coaching the counterpoint to the boys’ club; it brought meaning to your career to that point. “Michimiya! Remember, it’s supposed to be fun!” you called out to your team captain, Toshi nodding in agreement solemnly from the sidelines. Aihara, your ace nodded and gave a quick thumbs up before the ball went into play. Before the other team had a chance to receive the serve, your attention was pulled from the court to the vibrating phone in your tracksuit pocket. You had half a mind to silence it, leave it ignored and let it go to voicemail. Your attention should have been on your team, your girls, but… You pulled the phone from your pocket and bit your lip at the sight of his name reading across the screen. You excused yourself from the sidelines and made your way to the hallway leading to the locker room, bringing the device to your ear. “You were gonna keep me waiting, little girl? That’s no way to earn your wings,” his voice rasped out between hurried pants. “Oh, fuck…” Heat crept up your neck from your neat, white tracksuit jacket. Suddenly, everything was too hot. You worried your lip between your teeth and fought back a whimper as Keishin growled in your ear. You did some quick maths in your dazed state and gasped into your phone. “You should be asleep, Keishin! It’s nearly two in the morning…” “Couldn’t sleep, not when I had to get you back, naughty little girl. Did it feel good cumming on those fingers without me? Did it satisfy you knowing you were cumming without my permission? Was it worth it?” “I…” “Answer me, little girl,” he continued to groan, the sound of skin gliding across skin caressing your eardrums between his moans. You could practically feel his smug expression over the phone. The sinful breath on your ear had you wishing you could be there to watch, to touch him and run your fingers through his hair as he worked his cock in that large hand he loved to wrap around your blushing throat. “I’m waiting,” he teased. “It can’t compare,” you whispered, striding with hurried steps into the locker room. His voice frayed at the edges and had you practically dripping down your thighs under your track pants. The power his voice had over your body was undeniable. “I couldn’t help myself. I…” “Aw, poor little bird. At least you’re honest.” You tried to swallow around the lump in your throat at the nickname, but struggled. Mouth dry and thighs coated in your slick, you struggled to find your way back to reason, to the here and now. Half a world away, you sunk to the locker room bench and let out a shuddering sigh at the sound of the other coach’s debauched moans. He was close, that much you could tell. How long had he been stroking that thick cock? Was he imagining your lips cradling his glans, your saliva dripping down his balls? Could he see you dragging his head along your lips and your eyes peering up at him through a fringe of dark lashes? How many times did he listen to your voicemail before he thought to call you and dish out a dose of your own medicine? “Tell me you want me. Tell me you need me like I need you, little girl.” “I…I want you,” you whimpered, balancing your phone between your shoulder and your ear. You fumbled with your track pants and slid them hastily to your knees, your practiced fingers rubbing yourself through your soaked cotton panties. “Oh, Keishin, I need you.” You bit back a soft moan, still tender from your activities from the night prior. “That’s it, little bird. Don’t stifle yourself. Let me hear you. Where did that gorgeous voice go?” “I…Keishin, I’m at the tournament,” you gasped, that sensitive nub twitching with arousal under your busy fingertips. He let out a surprised grunt and you swore you could feel him double over on himself. “Fuck…fuck, Y/n, I never took you to be such an exhibitionist. My little bird’s getting brave on me, huh?” The sound of the door to the locker room opening made you freeze for a second before shuffling your pants back up your thighs. “Coach? Coach, are you okay? The other team’s called a time-out. Did you want to do a swap?” Toshi’s earnest voice echoed in the otherwise empty room as you struggled to get the words out without sounding like you were another second away from moaning like a porn star for the man on the other side of your call. “Answer him, little bird. Don’t stop touching that clit for me. Let’s see you earn those wings…” “Ah…yeah, have Watabe swap in. I…I need a minute. Must have been something I ate this morning.” Keishin grinned on the other end, still stroking himself languidly as he listened to you lie through your teeth to your team manager. When you heard him retreat back into the gym, you let out a shuddering sigh, your legs trembling around your hand. “Such a good little bird. I’m close. You gonna come with me?” You nodded as if he could see you, still focused on the sounds coming from your phone. His breath hitched as he choked on his moans, movement stilling on his end of the phone call. You gasped in tandem, fingertips slipping inside your waiting heat. He must have known you were close based on your breathing alone. He let you continue until he howled out his release, leaving you breathless at how completely beautiful he could sound coming undone at the thought of you. “Please, please, Keishin,” you huffed out, sweat trickled down your neck as you ground yourself into your fingers, stretching against your slick, velveteen walls. “Stop.” “But-” “I said stop, Y/n.” “But…but Keishin…” “Naughty little girls don’t get to cum when they’re bad. Mm, I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck, Y/n,” he teased again before hanging up. You sat in silence, frustrated and slick with your own fluids. Aggravated, you pulled your pants up the rest of the way and stripped off your jacket. Approaching the sink, you patted cool water against your burning skin and stared yourself down in the mirror. So it was another challenge he wanted? You had him eating crow out of your beautifully manicured hands before and you could do it again. Your team wouldn’t be the only ones getting a win. A plan came together, neatly, quickly despite the lingering haze of lust. Spite and frustration cut through your need like a white hot razor, and all you could fixate on was the thrill of victory both on and off the court. “Setters aren’t the only big brains on the court,” you mused to yourself as you reappeared on the court, hands buried deeply into your pockets. Toshi cast a sidelong glance in your direction, subtly taking in the hard set of your jaw and the color rising in your cheeks as you stared down the opposing team’s coach from across the gym. You grit your teeth, eyes dark with determination. If he wasn’t mistaken, he almost thought you were taking this game more seriously than just a simple exhibition match. Regardless of the reason, the team manager found himself grateful he wasn’t the object of your ire. “Hit it ‘til it breaks, Sasaki!!” Your yell rattled the team manager as it echoed through the gym over the roar of the crowd. The puddle in your panties only fueled your frustration the longer you dwelled on Keishin’s denial. You wanted to breathe smoke, to destroy something beautiful just to prove you could. “Stupid, big-brain setter,” you growled under your breath as your team took another point from the Americans. “Coach, why do I get the feeling you aren’t talking about the other team?” “C’mon, girls, you’re better conditioned than that!! Go for the kill!!” “Yeah, you’re definitely not talking about the other team.” The conference couldn’t be done soon enough, and the next two days were going to feel like the longest of their lives. ~ Few things in life brought Keishin Ukai more solace than quiet mornings over a cup of coffee. The only thing that could have made it better was your groggy face smiling sleepily across the table at him. Sunlight bled through the kitchen blinds, staining everything in garish gold and yellow in the pale light. Hair loose, he carded his long fingers through his bedhead with casual grace and absently scrolled through his phone as the coffee continued to brew. It would be just a few hours before you would be home; he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t excited for your return. In the safety of his home, he could let some of that boyish glee bleed out as he searched through your old photos. As if he could forget your face, the sway of those devastating hips, or the way you’d catch your lower lip between your teeth when you were flustered. As much as he owned you, the power you held over him and his emotions was undeniable. From the moment you stepped foot on his court he was your willing captive. He set his phone aside to pour himself his first of what would be many cups of coffee. He allowed himself a moment to bask in the heady aroma, dark and bitter before it hit his tongue. Relaxing in his seat a little more, he sighed through his nose. The chiming of a text alert pulled him from his brief reprieve. Y- Good morning, Daddy Crow :D! We’ll be home in a few hours. I can’t wait to see you. Keishin chuckled into his steaming mug and took a long sip. Wryly amused and even a little annoyed by your pet name for him, he typed out his reply unhurried. K- We’ll see how tired you are when you get back. Ten hours and change is a long time to spend in the air.

Y- Don’t remind me. No idea what I’m going to do to stay occupied. 

K- I can think of a few distractions. 

He waited, watching the ellipsis flicker over the text banner for your reply, his heart rate picking up in anticipation. What fresh hell awaited him when you finally hit send? Vaguely he had an idea of how badly you wanted to get back at him for leaving you hanging during his last call, but you were too sweet, far too forgiving to want revenge. Y- I’m sure you can. What do you have lined up for today?

K- Not a thing. Just waiting on you. It wasn’t like you to not take his bait; he could practically feel the ice from your reply. Was it the distance? You were only gone for a week, but was it enough time for your relationship to cool? “Shit,” he muttered, rolling a cigarette between his fingers as he reread your reply another six times. “Guess she is mad…” He mused and fussed over your text before lighting the paper tip and taking a careless drag. The blue-gray haze hung around his kitchen like a comforting veil. He waited another moment before he saw you typing another response. He tore his gaze away from the device to ash his cigarette in an empty beer bottle he had sitting on the kitchen table; when he returned to it, the sight that met him had him melting in his chair. Your delicate frame was seated on a sea of white, the barest hint of emerald lace curling in elegant patterns along the swell of your ass. Hair pulled to one side in effortless waves of jet, your bare back was on full display, tantalizing him with the gentle curve of your spine and adorable dimples framing your tailbone. Your face in profile, he could see the faint rose dusting your cheeks and nose, the dreamy sparkle playing in your eyes as you held your breasts away from view. He knew that far-away gaze all too well– it played behind your eyes when you would look at him, when you would think about his strong hands exploring your body. His eyes lingered on the definition of your thighs, all the while longing he could feel them squeezing his head as you trembled into his waiting mouth. It wasn’t the lewdest photo he’d ever seen, but it hit differently when it was you. His mouth went dry and he felt himself get lost in every detail, as if he could memorize every scar, every freckle if he stared long enough. Y- Enjoy your distraction, Keishin.

When did you find the time to take photos? Was that the only one? Questions raced through his mind as he lingered on the picture, fingertip tracing along the swell of your hips. God, he was such a sucker for those wide hips and built thighs. He might have admired your drive and ability to keep up and run drills with your team, but he really wanted to see just how far he could push you until you broke.

“It’s just ten more hours. I can hold out for ten hours.” ~ Six months together and it took a week apart for him to salivate over the smell of your perfume. All the distance, despite the frequent calls and text messages, only intensified his undeniable thirst. You were his meet-cute, the high school crush who got away. There would always be that part of him that wondered how he got so lucky crossing your path not once but twice in his lifetime. If he were a betting man, he’d probably put more stock in fate or soulmates after meeting you, but it wasn’t his style to be so sentimental. Travel always took a lot out of you. Keishin caught you yawning on your way from the baggage claim, only aware enough to know where to step without tripping. Grinning like a fiend, he took his moment and pulled you into an empty lounge. Startled, you swung your first and jerked out of his hold, only stopping your thrashing when you caught the bemused twenty-something rubbing his stubbled jaw. “Fucking hell, is that anyway to say hello, little girl?” “Oh my god, Keishin!” Your hands flew to his face and he could have died a happy man on the spot. “I’m so sorry! You can’t just do that!” Your chest tightened at the rumbling chuckle that reverberated under your fingertips. “Keishin,” you sighed, holding his stubbled face in your thin hands. Studying the sharp planes of his face, your eyes practically sparkled with delight. He was here, real under your palms flashing that same cocksure grin that had you flustered since you first stepped up to challenge him on the court. “You gonna keep staring at me or what, little bird? C’mon, let’s ge-!” Rising to your toes, you pulled him to your lips and left him struggling to catch his breath, your perfume lingering after you withdrew and bounced away, tugging him along from the airport lobby. Head swimming, he followed, allowing you to lead him around until you remembered who drove and the simple fact that you had no idea where the car was. It was easy to forget you were an accomplished adult when you let your excitement take the wheel, but it brought Keishin closer to what might have been before you disappeared when you were still children. He never got the chance to watch you play back then, a regret he tucked away with the first night you murmured his name in your sleep. His single-minded ambition kept him from really seizing the chance to get to know you as a person instead of an idea back then. Packed away in his well-loved sedan, you couldn’t help but fidget in the passenger seat, anxiously bouncing your foot below the dash. Unfazed, he reached over and placed a hand on your knee, halting the bouncing movement with a stern glance. Color bloomed in your cheeks at the gesture, body relaxing just enough under the warmth of his palm. Braver still, he slowly ran his fingertips along the line of your thigh, stopping just below the clothed apex of your leg. Keishin never took his eyes off the road, but he knew just where to brush to make your blood sing. He followed your movements, subtly tracking your reactions to his innocent caressing. 

“Don’t get shy on me now, little bird.” 

The bait was set, almost painfully obvious as you continued to squirm into his waiting palm. “I’m not shy. I’m..”

“You’re what? Use your words,” he smirked, dragging his knuckles against your sex. The motion was so casual you might have applauded him for his audacity if it hadn’t been a week since you felt him touch you. Muddled between your jet lag and the growing haze of lust ensnaring your senses, you fumbled over your words and whimpered something about thinking about how much you missed him. “That’s what I thought.” Whether it was the nonchalance or the gentle pressure he exerted on your core, you felt yourself slip closer into that familiar euphoric headspace. It was almost embarrassing how wrapped around his finger he had you; it wouldn’t be long before he’d have you wrapped around him literally as well. 

~

You wanted to scream, to gnash your teeth and beat something to a bloody pulp. At least you could take out your frustrations on the court. The girls took the day to strength train in the school’s weight room, leaving you to your own devices in the second gym. You could see his almost-apologetic face, the slight upturn of his lips when he sent you to work with a chaste peck on your hair. 

“I just couldn’t bear to wake you…”

“Tch, likely story. Stupid, big-brain setter!” You hissed through your teeth and imagined it was his disembodied head you were spiking over the net with a satisfying crack. Your attentive team manager threw another ball and watched as you continued to fume. 

“Are you trying to pop a ball, sensei?" 

"Less talk, more throw, Toshi.” He shook his head and tossed another ball, only for you to bounce it off the floor twice to center yourself before your inevitable spike. Unsatisfied, you shook your ponytail and jogged to the opposite end of the gym to practice your jump serve. Toshi watched on, hanging his head as you sent another ball flying in his direction. “Jesus Christ, Himewari!” he screeched, ducking out of the way. You huffed in irritation, barely registering the clattering of gym doors opening. The ball rested daintily in your hand, your eyes narrowed with the smooth rubber leaving your palm before the inevitable punch. Keishin knew better than to leave the safety of the annex when you were serving, but he could watch you soar forever. Leaned against the cool wall, his headband gently digging into his scalp with his blond head resting into the drywall, he couldn’t help the crinkle of his eyes when your hand finally connected with the abused ball. Sweat glistened like diamond dust on your skin, the crop top you wore doing nothing to temper his wandering gaze. As you hung in the air, he hummed to himself, remembering Shimizu’s words when he first saw you serve. “You really do have wings, little bird…” When you landed and reached for another ball he made his presence known, his footsteps falling faintly over your light panting. This was how he liked you best, dark hair mussed and sweat dripping down the valley of your breasts. It was almost a shame, he thought to himself, that he wasn’t the one making you such a mess. He stopped just a few feet behind you only to catch the tail end of your cursing his name for leaving you high and dry on your return. As if sensing the change in the atmosphere, like catching the faint scent of ozone on the wind before a squall, Toshi took his leave and escaped into the weight room, leaving you alone with the other coach. Caught mid-approach, Keishin wrapped his arms around your smaller frame and buried his nose into your ponytail. You froze at the sudden intrusion of your personal space and the ball fell from your waiting palm, its fall echoing through the empty gym. “Thought I’d find you here,” he purred. Hackles raised, you pushed away from him and made a dash for your club jacket. Keishin used his height and longer legs to his advantage and followed close behind. If it was a chase you wanted, he’d give it to you. He let you sprint to the locker room, hand resting on the handle before he turned you by the shoulders and caged you against the wall between his arms. Looming over you, he smirked and licked his lips at the deepening flush creeping down your neck and across your collarbones. He smelled like tobacco and neroli, his cologne making your head spin. The smoke lingering on his breath had your thoughts racing– you were in high school again, fantasizing about being trapped in those arms with those sharp eyes drinking your timid expression so patiently. “What’s the matter, little girl?” he started smugly. His pupils dilated, leaning his head in to bear down on you further. “Can’t rise to the challenge? Where’d all that fight go?” Keishin licked his teeth and breathed into your ear. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you,” he teased, running his nose along your hairline. Your breath hitched; how did he always know how to make you feel so small? The thought incited more anger, more fuel to the fire burning in your belly as you jerked your ear away from his hot breath. “No, you don’t get to do that. I’m not going to let you win that easily, Keishin.” Your voice was low, almost dangerous. The animosity was one-sided, and the other coach snickered at your new-found boldness. “I don’t think you get it, little bird,” he growled, wrapping a firm hand around your thin neck. “I’ve already won.” Swallowing hard, you worried your lower lip between your teeth, his favorite tell, and stared him in the eye. The predatory gleam made you weak in the knees– he knew it. He could feel you falter under his capable palm as he gave your neck a gentle squeeze. Keishin loved seeing you like this– wrestling between reason and your desires, pinned beneath him with that fire burning behind your eyes as if to remind him that you only permitted his control because you knew how completely yours he really was. The nip of his teeth on your earlobe sent you reeling, swooning into his stubbled cheek. “Please,” you whispered. “Not here.” “No? You sure?” As if to capitalize on your wavering resolve, he raised a knee to rest just between your thighs, a silent dare to test him and see just how far he’d make you go. Instinctively, you ground your pelvis against his knee and shuddered at the delicious pressure on your core. He grinned against your cheek. “Because I think this is exactly where you want it.” Hips rocking, your anger slowly melted away as he continued to tease you, still pinning you to the door by the throat. “I think you like the idea of almost getting caught, little bird.” Your whimpers doused kerosine on the slow burning embers he stoked with his teasing. “Keishin,” you gasped, his free hand trailing down your sticky body to pull your hip hard into his waiting erection, grip hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises by the time he was done. “We don’t-” “Guess I’ll just have to cum inside you then.” Your thighs squeezed around his knee, cunt fluttering at the thought of your combined spend trickling down your thighs on the walk home. His grin was sinful, eyes sharp and hungry as you melted into his knee. He could feel your slick soaking through your shorts, the sensation earning a groan you just barely made out. “Mark you as my little crow inside and out,” he purred, long fingers feathering along the waistband of your shorts. “Yeah, I think you like that idea.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” You caught his gaze through your dark lashes, leaning into his hand and waiting hips as if to lay your own bait. Your own hands caught in his hair and pulled his headband down. How you loved running your fingers through those blond waves; you rolled your hips and gave his hair an experimental tug, earning a low groan in return. He surged forward and captured your lips, a fight for dominance to the end. Tongue tracing hungrily along the curl of your lips, he softened his hold on your neck and pulled you closer. Hand on your nape, he let out a hiss when you bit him, a flash of blood lingering on your lip in return with a satisfied grin. “Oh, cocky now?” Keishin gave your shorts a shove over your generous hips. Anxiety and excitement bubbled in your chest as you squirmed against him. He was still hard muscle and sinew despite years away from the court, more than enough to handle you at your worst. “Let’s see you be cocky now, little bird.” His fingers glided along your sopping cunt, earning a sharp moan at the sudden brush along your neglected clit. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Fuck,” he breathed, too enraptured by your responsive body. “Keishin, please,” you whimpered, clutching his shoulders as his deft fingers continued to tap and rub slow, agonizing circles around your glistening clit. “Please, please fill me…” “How quickly your resolve falls apart, my little crow,” he purred into your hair, fingers now sliding into your drooling pussy. You bit back another moan, head arching back into the door as Keishin scissored his fingers against your already fluttering walls. “You’re fucking drenched.” “Please, please…I need you. I need to feel you, Keishin.” Legs trembling, you rocked into his hand, keening at the pressure his hardened fingertips exerted on your g-spot. Even accidentally, he had a way of luring out the most beautifully debauched moans from you. He continued to work you open, trying to make up for a week without laying claim to you in the span of minutes. Keishin growled low, feeling himself get lost in your whining, in the warm squeeze of your welcoming cunt around his fingers, in how completely devoted he was to hearing you moan his name like that one more time. You heard the zip after you felt the lonesome ache of loss, only to be filled again to the hilt with a gasping cry. Keishin grit his teeth and leaned into your writhing frame, bracing himself against the door as you squeezed his cock from head to hilt like a velvet vice. “W-wrap your leg around my hip,” he ordered shakily, peering at you through a curtain of soft gold. You did as instructed and felt him wrap his arm around your back, pulling you closer as he rocked into your heat with a moan of his own. “So fucking tight, Y/n…” Stars faded throughout your vision and left you feeling dazed. “So good,” he moaned, resting his forehead against yours to glance down where your bodies connected. You balanced on your toes, meeting his thrusts with your own. “Keishin,” you cried in return, arching your back off the locker room door as your first climax claimed you. Keishin grit his teeth and fucked you through the first of many, angling his hips to drive his cock deeper still, earning a harsh shriek. “Keishin, don’t stop!” “Wasn’t planning on it,” he groaned, bottoming out with a stutter. “It’s like you were made for me.” You let out another cry, clinging to the coach as tears pricked your eyes. He rutted against your cervix with a pained grin, knowing the longer he pressured against that button the sooner you’d be begging to be filled and defiled. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing as your walls clenched around his cock with the advent of another orgasm. You trembled helplessly against him, body practically weightless in his arms as he continued to prolong your pleasure if only to draw out his own. When you came down, you brushed your nose along his and gazed at him through half-lidded eyes. Toes curling in your trainers at the devastating sight in front of you, you gave another keening cry and buried your face into his shoulder. “Y’know, for someone so worried about being caught you sure are loud.” He grinned into your hair and hammered his hips into yours, earning another loud wail in protest and in pleasure. Your nails caught the tanned skin of his back, a vicious trail of red left in their wake as he brought you to another peak. “That’s three…” You bucked against him, fitfully chasing again after that same high only his cock could bring you. His name a prayer on your lips, he allowed you to take because you gave him so much in return. Every moan, every gush of your juices around his cock he took and devoured, knowing you wouldn’t be afraid to earn his end in return. “I can feel you twitching, Keishin. You’re close, Daddy Crow.” His hips stuttered as you whispered the pet name into his ear, holding you tightly as he bottomed out in your spasming cunt. “Hard not to when you’re fucking milking me.” He’d never admit it, but he would stay buried inside you forever if you’d let him. Only the unsynchronized whisper of your breathing and the slick slap of skin on skin surrounded the two of you in the empty gym. Entangled with the other coach in the darkened hallway, you found his lips to muffle another moan when your attention was pulled away from your bliss by the slamming of the gym doors. 

"Coach Himewari! We’re getting ready to go!” It was Michimiya your team captain. Her footfalls echoed softly, rubber tapping against the laminated wood. She paused for a moment when you didn’t answer. Keishin grinning sadistically against your lips, he held your hips flush against his, grinding his cock into that spot that frayed the edges of your vision and made your quiver around his girth. “Hm, I guess she already left…” the team captain mused before shuffling closer to the locker room door, only to quickly turn away at the opening of the door. 

“Come on, Yui! Let’s just go! Toshi can catch us up later.” Grateful for Aihara pulling her friend’s focus, you bit down on your lip to keep quiet. Keishin redoubled his efforts, dragging his teeth along the hollow of your neck. Even muffled your moans were music to his degenerate ears. You stiffened against him with the sinking of his teeth into your neck, a stifled cry and final squeeze signaling your end. Keishin wasn’t too far behind, growling into your salt-slicked skin. The heavy doors clattered shut as he moaned out his release, the heat building in your core as he spasmed into your waiting womb. 

“Fuck me, Keishin…” you breathed, half chuckling half panting. He held against you, comfortable in your combined heat as he peppered soothing kisses along your neck and into your hairline. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you like almost getting caught.”

He hissed, slowly withdrawing from your core and watched as his cum slowly started trickling from your pulsating hole down your sturdy thighs. He tucked himself back into his jeans and watched you languish against the wall for a moment, playful grin lighting his face. Deftly he collected the escaping seed and shoved it back into your abused cunt, earning a pained whimper before he pulled your panties and shorts back up to keep the rest from spilling. “Don’t waste it, little crow.” He wiggled his fingers along your lips and you greedily sucked them clean with wide, innocent eyes. Your combined taste coated your tongue, sweet and bitter all at once. “That’s my good girl,” he crooned, planting a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. 

Your anger evaporated, you slumped against him, head resting comfortably into his chest. “I’m ready for a nap, daddy crow…” you whined. Blond hair slicked with swear, he carded those long fingers through and hoisted you up onto his shoulder, carrying you out of the gym with your mess ruining your panties and shorts. 

“Oh no you don’t. As soon as we get home you’re making up for every voicemail and tantrum, Y/n.” It was going to be a long night. 

[bubsdolan]

okay... so i watched both parts of the podcast last night and i'll give u a little summary to anything that may or may not pertain to the twins. if ur an emma fan and want to hear abt her u should watch the whole thing but i'll just give anything related to e & g.

emma talks about how she had big established youtubers definitely use her and push her around a bit, in terms of them forcing her to film but this more sounded like it could be in reference to d*vid and the vlog squad in her short period of hanging out with them. then she talks about how she had ppl that she genuinely was friends with and liked but she started wondering if they would have hung out if their didn't make content together. they were genuine connections but also mutual benefiting from each side. she doesn't have hard feelings toward these ppl bc if there was any "using" in the relationship it wasn't malicious and it was both sides. just a reality of collabs. this could be in reference to SS but also very much to the girdies/dote girls.

she talks about how she has no problem cutting off friendships if they're bad, but i think this is more abt the dote girls.

also, when she talks abt losing her virginity it very much aligns with the ethma timeline so there's that lol.

no real tea spilling or obvious connections, no name dropping. i saw someone on twitter say that there was shade to ethan and calling him mysoginystic but i'm like which podcast did u watch lol??? she talks about how one bf she had had a friend that tried to convince him that emma didn't rlly like him and that she was gay (on the basis of her wearing sweatpants a lot??), and this dumbass bf told emma that and would also make a big deal abt emma dressing up or wearing makeup bc of how she's not necessarily super feminine. but if this is what the twitter user is referencing there's literally no basis on it being ethan bc she gives no details abt the guy or any sort of timeline. all we know is that she's been dating tucker for a yr and 10 months and they have a lovely relationship and don't argue and are super best friends:)

this is rlly long lol but both parts combine to be like 2 hrs i think lol so it's pretty condensed. it's a good podcast and i suggest it, especially if u wanna see emma talk abt more mature subjects since she's usually pg.

thank you for summarising the whole thing for us!! it’s nice to hear emma be so open & mature about topics people would never expect her to talk about. it’s also nice seeing her in a different light! we stan

[gnarf]

Gnarf’s 2020

and what a fucking year that was... Anyways, let’s talk about the good things, shall we?

I made it through 2020 alive and without going insane! Yay! So lets see what else I did. (This is a long post)

In the beginning of 2020 I said I won’t participate in many fests. Only three or something like that. Lets check how that went!

Fests Gnarf participated in: 9

@lockdownfest @lcdrarry @hd-wireless @hpfluff-fest @hd-hurtfest @hd-fan-fair @hd-erised @gameofdrarry in drarropoly @wireless-festive-minifest​

Haha yup, three. Sounds legit. I also wandered off to try if I can art! No worries, I gave that up :D Mad respect to all Artists, arting is exhausting and the progress is too slow for me.

If you really want to check out my attempts, here’s what made its way onto AO3:

Dont Blink! for LCDrarry, it includes the Angels from Doctor Who and was a pain in the arse.

If you knew... was made for H/D Wireless and has the armiest arm i ever saw, very proud of that one. Its also the last thing I made.

Home Sweet Home was also made for H/D Wireless, and the first bigger art piece I tried my hand on.

A muffled groan which is rather explicit and I entirely forgot about making it :D it has a ficlet going with it too.

(I think theres other Art stuff here with the tag #gnarf draws or something)

I reached my yearly goal of writing 100k words once again!

Fics and Ficlets I wrote this year: 20(ish)

Better Side of the Bed (Lock Down Fest, T, 2k)

It was all Malfoy's fault. Harry could be at the Burrow right now, but instead he was trapped in Malfoy's tiny flat. All because that dick couldn't stop bothering him about a stupid life debt he didn't even care about.

Doing What's Best (G, ~800 words)

Lucius looked down at the little bundle currently sleeping in Narcissa's arms and felt terror shoot through his body. A little boy, his hair so white it was nearly invisible. Born only a few hours ago, taking his first breath in the light of the rising sun. Narcissa had whispered a welcome, her eyes wet, her smile bigger than ever. But they both knew, even though temporarily safe, he really wasn't. Draco was born into a world ruled by war. If only it'd end soon.

I better be hallucinating this (T, 3.8k)

After the war Draco Malfoy is sentenced to Azkaban for a really long sentence. Apparently aiding in Dumbledore's death overrules any argument Harry could put up for him. After the trial, as the days pass by, Harry is more and more outraged at the sentence. He can't stop obsessing over the fact that Draco Malfoy saved his life and aided him during the war and is very much capable of redemption. Not to mention that Malfoy has always been a delicate git and would never survive Azkaban. After a few weeks obsessing Harry decides that Malfoy indeed can't remain unjustly in Azkaban and starts to plot a way to break him out of jail and hide him in Grimmauld Place. When Hermione finds out she's not amused. Ron is horrified. Draco still thinks he's hallucinating.

Keep Holding On (Wireless, M. 33.333) A collab with @maesterchill​ who surprised me with lovely art for it!

After the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry and Draco both fall into their own battles with their mental states. Draco is sent to Azkaban, and Harry turns to drinking, hoping to forget. Months later, Harry visits St Mungo’s new ward on the request of a friend, only to find Draco in a deep vegetative state. Not willing to give him up, Harry stays by his side, while simultaneously dealing with the Ministry's newest grand idea to make everything worse. Making new allies, and losing old ones along the way, will hopefully be worth it in the end.

Age is just a number (Fluff Fest, T, 1.5k)

Married for decades, their life is perfect. Until Harry gets a call and hears the following words: "Mr Potter, we caught your husband stealing ten large packs of King Sized condoms."

There was still hope (Hurt Fest, M, 3.1k)

Draco winced as pain shot through his leg with every step. This secret, back-alley laboratory had been his last chance, last hope, to find the potion. But nobody had it in stock, and there was no time left to brew it himself. Panic was slowly overtaking his entire mind as he crept out of the store and back to the nearest alley to Apparate back home. He already felt off, and it was still early in the day. Of course this thestral-shit had to happen to him, of all people. As if life wasn't bad enough for him already.

Desire (E, 1.7k)

"Auror Potter, what a pleasant surprise to meet you here. What can I do for you?" "Stop the show, Malfoy. There's no one around, and I'm not here as an Auror." Draco watched Potter move closer until they were nearly nose to nose, only the small counter of his shop kept Potter at distance. Potter's eyes were dark with something Draco couldn't exactly name, his face was flushed and the air surrounding him felt somehow static. Draco felt the urge to lean further over his counter, to drink in his sight, to touch the man on the other side—but he didn't.

Drarropoly 2020 currently holds 7 ficlets and is in a Series. The highest rating is Mature and its 3.2k in total at this point.

Let's not wait for France (Fan Fair, T, 17.7k)

All Harry had wanted from his Eighth year at Hogwarts was a little peace and a little privacy but, from the moment that he stepped onto Platform 9 3/4, it was obvious that nothing was ever going to be that easy. An accidental bond with Malfoy that resulted in them having to stay together at all times was the final straw. Things couldn't be worse. So much to a quiet year in Hogwarts.

Love letters for the oblivious (Mini Wireless, T, 716 words)

Draco had gotten the strangest letters all week long, which wasn't what anyone needed at Christmas. Especially not him. Either someone was taking the piss, or he had a very dumb and inefficient secret admirer. And Draco didn't know which would be worse.

Double-Booked (Mini Wireless, T, 2.1k)

Finally, peace and quiet, and— "Malfoy?!?" Or the one where Harry thought he could enjoy a quiet Christmas far from everyone, just to find out that the cabin he had booked already accommodated another guest.

The best Christmas he ever had (Mini WirelessT, 1.9k)

Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.

Anon Fests to be added

Whoever made it to this point: yoooo! Friend! Lots of love to you! I also got tagged in many get to know me posts, plenty of love in my Inbox giving me love slaps left and right (honestly, im bruised, stop slapping me), amazing person awards, top 5 fics, and whatever you can think of.

To make up for not answering most of them because I’m a horrible person:

My favourite colour: purple My age: I’ll be 30 next year in April, I expect gifts, I don’t accept first borns My favourite trope: eight year My favourite animal: cat My favourite ice cream: Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough Here’s my writing Playlist, it’s the worst you’ll ever see, and yes, I use YouTube, I’m old.

Other things that happened in 2020 that made me happy:

I kicked out my mentally/emotionally abusive partner of 7 years in January

I kept my grandma alive through this *waves hand at world*

I was able to share my birthday cake with my family becaus I got to leave my first quarantine a few days before my birthday

I got to keep my job

I found a lot of lovely friends in this fandom, and got to keep them through this year

My cats are their usual little jerks and actually enjoyed me being at home due to the raging pandemic

I finally cut off my hair

I’m about to hit 3.5k followers here and I love you all

I’m also tagging everyone who sees this and wants to do something similiar! Show us what you did in 2020, the things you’re proud of, and the things you loved! Let’s spread some happy for the end of the year 💜🥰

[come-on-shitty-boys]

//haikyuu but i make them idols. captain edition//

Notes: @icyhearts​ got me obsessed with Fallen Flowers.  I’ve actually been listening to it on repeat for like two days now.  So, icy bby, this is for you and thank you for reminding me just how H A R D k-pop hits🤧

Sawamura Daichi

10/10 the leader of the group.  There is no doubt in my mind about this

R A P P E R 🥵🥵

ngl he’s probably the one that i would stan if this were a real au.  i always gravitate towards the rappers without fail.

He doesn’t have the best stage presence, especially compared to the others

But, he’s really good in interviews. Super charismatic, knowing exactly what to say to really boost the groups image.

He’s the member that most people are convinced is super pure and sweet because of how he presents himself in interviews

Then 👀👀 there was the comeback.

It was a darker, more sensual vibe and he did one (1) hip thrust in the MV and all of those soft Daichi stans?  H A R D S T A N S.  honestly that’d be me no cap

But, if he’s ever asked to do it outside of a performance or practice?

He’s actually so embarrassed and it’s really cute.  His face will go bright red and he’d be covering his face with his hands, just shaking his head, like “please don’t make me”

But the rest of the group is egging him on and next thing he knows, Bokuto and Kuroo are right there next to him to do the choreography with him.

Oikawa Tooru

absolute visual king

always has the softest make-up and never fails to look absolutely breath-taking. 

B U T not only is he visually the prettiest-

He has the best voice of the group.  He has this really smooth tenor voice and can hit some really high notes when the music needs it.

Has definitely released a solo album full of really beautiful ballads

Definitely has the most fans. Not only the most but also the most hard-core fans

Like, there are thousands of fanpages just dedicated to him

Millions of fanfictions about him

He’s always doing live streams where he just interacts with the fans and he’ll talk about his day or just answer questions that the fans have.  He’s definitely the most active within the fandom.

Oikawa is one of the songwriters for the group.  He can’t really write the music, but he can string together some really incredibly lyrics.  He has a journal full of song ideas or little snippets of verses that he wants to implement in a song some day.  

Kuroo Tetsurou

He’s another rapper 🥵🥵

But also?? He can sing pretty well too.  His voice is definitely lower than Oikawa’s.  So, probably like a baritone.  Kuroo’s voice adds a really nice mix into the chorus and mixes really well with Oikawa’s.

I smell a sub-group tbh oml they call themselves Knock Out because K.O. 👀

anyway.  Kuroo also has a really large number of fans because he fits the bad boy aesthetic of the group (both visually and how he presents himself in interviews) and that just has the fans f l o c k i n g

but like?? soft kuroo stans?  N O.  hard stans only.

Then they saw some random video that Oikawa posted on the group’s twitter of him playing with a bunch of cats and everyone was just 🥺 soft kuroo hours 🥺

He’s kind of like Daichi.  Kuroo has zero shame when he’s on stage.  He’s willing to aggressively grind and hip thrust as much as the choreo needs him too

akhdfhe HE HAS THE HOTTEST FACIAL EXPRESSIONS WHEN HE DANCES BYE

hahahaha too bad he literally cannot dance

like, he’s not awful or else he wouldn’t even be in the group, but boy has really long limbs and he just struggles to move his legs fast enough.

Catch him in the studio with Bokuto for hours after their long day is over trying to nail the dances

Bokuto Koutarou

he’s a dancer 😌✌

no it is not just because @nekxrizawa​ and I have been drooling over dancer!bo since we met okay yes it is

he’s trained in hip-hop, so you’ll catch him fronting the group in any dance breaks in their super upbeat songs

Bokuto helps write the choreography (do you write choreo? idk i can’t dance) sometimes, but sometimes he forgets that he has more experience in dance than the others and will just casually try to add a backflip into the song and the choreographer has to be like, “bokuto- no.”

insert dejected bokuto here

He’s the most high-energy of the group, so he tends to be a fan-favorite and a host-favorite.  He’s always talking and he goes all out during any variety show games.

Bokuto’s always willing to do extra practice with anyone who wants to meet up before or after their day in the studio.  He understands that some things just don’t come as naturally to other people.

Trades dance lessons for vocal lessons with Kuroo, no lie

He has the best stage presence out of everyone.  He’ll hype up the crowd and you’ll see him bending down to hold hands with the fans when security isn’t looking.

Bokuto doesn’t sing a lot, but when he does, his range aligns with Kuroo’s, so they’ll double every now and again on verses.  

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Surprisingly- vocal line

Ushi has the deepest voice of the group, singing in a bass register that makes all of the fans 🥵🥵 whenever he opens his mouth

The mash-up you get when his voice mixes with Oikawa’s?? heaven.  It’s so beautiful and I can guarantee that management is using their sheer differences for marketing.  

Oikawa may take the lead for more pop-centric songs, but Ushijima is fronting the darker songs which is just hitting everyone different

He’s another song writer for the group, but he focuses on the actual melodies rather than the lyrics, so he and Oikawa collab on songs a lot.

The fanbase sees him a super hard and scary all of the time and they’re all low-key intimidated??

But then they see him in an interview and they’re all like lol nvm because he’s high-key really kind and polite and will do anything if asked tbh

The host wants him to wear a flower crown?  He’s asking which one.  He’s asked to talk about the process for their newest song, and Ushi will ramble on for a good fifteen minutes about his writing process.

He’s really passionate about his music and everyone can tell, so it leads to a lot of the fans seeing him in a new light and gaining a lot more respect for him as a member.

{Taglist: @nicka-nell​ @moncymonce​}

[solastia]

Author Interview : underthejoon

((If anyone wants to make a cool banner for this, please do. I suck at them))

Today is the debut of a new project. Whether it sticks around for long depends on you guys, but for now the plan is to interview one author a month. Creators are often underappreciated on here (or anywhere, for that matter), so this is me doing my part to connect our readers and writers in a meaningful way. Our first interview is with @underthejoon​, someone whose work I myself have enjoyed for many years now. If you enjoyed this interview, please be sure to send in authors you’d like me to talk to for future editions, as well as any specific questions you’d like answered (except for questions about updating, that will get you a ban). 

Where can your work be found?

I’m kind of a mess and so while I attempt to cross post, I’m not always great at it. All of my work can be found on my tumblr masterlist but some of my things are on Wattpad and AO3. I’m also underthejoon on both of those platforms.

Links to where readers can donate:

I made a ko-fi account ages ago that I never shared with the public because I’ve always felt guilty. Which is silly, idk why I do. But there it is!

Main bias (and why if you’d like) 

So!! I have always been a Namjoon bias. From the very first time I saw them/the very first song I heard I was like yes, you. You are the one, I’m a goner!! He’s so wonderful and unique. He’s very mindful and creative and such a beacon of light to me. Plus, he’s very open with his humanity, if that makes sense? Like he is open about his therapy, his feelings about his perceived shortcomings, his excitement about finding place and things and works of art that inspire him. ALSO THOUGH, in the last year or so I’ve also become a Hoseok bias. He is just so dedicated and loving. He’s insanely talented and vastly underrated, in my opinion. And through all the back breaking work, he is kind through and through. He’s seriously just so warm and makes me really happy.

Hogwarts House : 

Okay, the very first time I ever took it I was a slytherin. A few years later, I took it again and got hufflepuff. I like to think I’m a combination of the two but can see myself as more of a puff. 

Describe yourself in five words:

Creative, Extroverted, Empathetic, Intuitive, Inquisitive 

Current favorite BTS songs: 

SO MANY, but I’ll pick 7 for 7 members. Some of these are old as hell but still currently my favorite lol. Love Maze, Love is Not Over, Outro: Her, Dimple, Tomorrow, Like, 2!3!

What was the defining moment when you decided, “Yes! I am going to write the thing!”? 

For like fanfic in general? I feel like I had been reading a lot of it after “discovering” k-pop and then after a few months I was just like fuck it, I’m doing it!! I was always super into writing poetry and never thought I would be any good at anything like this but it sounded fun so here we are now. 

What do you most enjoy about writing BTS fanfiction specifically? 

I think it’s the community of writers. When I started my blog, I met a lot of really amazing supportive writers that I’ve managed to stay friends with and I think that makes a really big difference when you have people that can relate to you and what you’re doing.

Any tropes or au’s that you want to explore later? 

I would really like to try writing some sort of supernatural creature fics. I’ve had this werewolf love triangle universe planned out forever that I would like to eventually write. Maybe like a workplace romance? 

Which of your fics would you suggest for new readers? 

For a completed series i’d say Piece by Piece. My WIP series, Love is Not Over is another one. For a one-shot I’d say, For You. Maybe the sweetness/make it right drabbles too. 

Which of your fics is your favorite? 

Piece by Piece, no doubt. I really feel proud of it and I have a hard time admitting I like anything I write. 

What other fandoms do you wish you had the time to write for? 

I used to write for EXO, Got7 and sometimes Monsta X and I miss it sometimes but also, I feel pretty contented in just writing for BTS. There’s a lot of inspiration there and I always felt I was being pulled in too many directions by my readers when I wrote for multiple fandoms.

What are your writing goals for the upcoming year? 

I’d like to finish three series I have planned, get caught up on my collab fics and at least finish an outline for my original fiction piece I’ve been putting off!

Which writers do you read religiously? 

There’s so many amazing writers on tumblr and I try as hard as I can to keep up with my mutuals when they put stuff out but sometimes it’s hard! I’m gonna be really brief because otherwise my list could go on and on. Okay, first and foremost, Shanna (@kpopfanfictrash) - she’s my best friend and a fabulous, wonderful writer. I would just like to give her a special shout out because not only does she entertain me for hours with her writing, she is very supportive of mine. Other authors I adore as humans and content creators and keep up with most regularly are @floralseokjin and @lamourche !

What is the weirdest thing you’ve had to google in the name of writing?

LOL. Hmm… I’m really boring and feel like I don’t really google that much when writing except maybe like different sex positions when i need a visual or synonyms to certain words. I’ve found some good porn though? Because visuals do help me.

Reader/OC fics within this fandom are often still looked down on and we all have to work hard to make them good enough for readers to look past their reputation. How do you combat the cringe? 

TBH, I don’t think that responsibility lies on us as writers. If people don’t like certain types of writing, that’s on them and they can avoid it. Reader insert/oc fics are just as valid a genre as any. I’ve read some of the most beautiful, creative stories on this platform, some of which could be published if names were changed/reader was switched to a named OC. There’s something out there for everyone and it’s all subjective. While I might find certain things super cringey, others love it. To each their own as long as they aren’t shoving it in the faces of the people they’re writing about or being disrespectful, you know?

What is your personal guilty (or not-so-guilty) pleasure trope? 

MUTUAL PINING/FRIENDS TO LOVERS. I feel like it’s so basic but I fucking love that trope and I think so many people do it so beautifully it is my absolute favorite. 

What is something that you see often in other fanfics that drives you insane? 

I think the only thing that really bothers me is when people romanticize abuse or other toxic/triggering topics. 

Are any of the boys or ships more difficult for you to write than others? 

I think I have the hardest time writing for Jimin and Taehyung but only because I feel I am the most similar to them and for whatever reason that deters me from writing about them often.

We all think we are the most hilarious person there is (even if we won’t admit it), so what is one line or scenario of yours that you like to go back to and giggle over? 

Okay this was actually really difficult for me because I don’t write like any humor and don’t think I’m good at LOL. I think my only attempt at humorous writing was The New Guy in which the reader is high off her ass lying on the front lawn and thinking the world is ending then accusing Namjoon of being the Grim Reaper when he comes looking for her.

ONLY IF YOU WANT TO - A scenario as long or short as you want. Maybe 250 words or less. Godzilla is attacking the city and BTS is your rescue crew. How screwed are you? 

“D-danger, you say?” Seokjin stutters.

“G-giant lizard monster headed this way?” Hoseok chokes. 

The pair exchange glances then turn their focus towards you. Seokjin jerks his head towards the door and you nod in return. 

“I hear what you’re saying, gentlemen,” Hoseok says as he stands on shaky legs. He grabs your hand as if to instruct you to do the same. 

“And as much as we would LOVE to help you…” His grip is tighter now and you know what comes next. 

Before he can finish, Seokjin shoots up from his chair and makes a mad dash towards the door. “Now, now, run, holy shit, NOW!”

Hoseok joins his friend in his haste to evacuate, dragging your nearly petrified form behind him. “No way in hell are we getting anywhere near that thing!”

Seokjin and Hoseok babble horrified nonsense between them but you can’t really decipher much of it. Your heart is pounding in your ears as you replay the name “Godzilla” in your brain.

They wanted you to rescue the city? What were they thinking?

When you reach Seokjin’s car, you have a brief moment of clarity. There are lives at stake, after all. How can you really just abandon the city when it needs a hero?

“What about everybody else?” you ask, voice small and fearful.

“Everybody else?” Seokjin huffs, putting the car in gear. He hardly gives your question a thought before he peels out of the parking lot. “Jungkook can handle everybody else. I raised him on my back, you know? It’s the least he can do!”

[friendlyneighborhood-therapist]

Things that cause me to FLIP MY SHIT (a series of posts by me cause humanity, especially fans, can be annoying sometimes)

1) DO NOT, and I repeat, DO NOT, demand that singers/artists/actors sing a song/perform something [for you] when they go live on social media platforms during this time. Shit is going down, and everyone has stressors to deal with. They have no obligation to sing for you or act out a scene just because you asked [demanded, really] them to. 

Context: I saw this happen earlier this year, when a singer I follow (won’t name names), went live on IG. They’d already been known to suffer from severe depression and had at one time survived an attempt. During this time, they were away from their family, isolated, and possibly a little down in the dumps (it was assumed from the context of the video that they had been drinking alone). While I understand being excited about seeing your favorite artist come out of hiding after months and showing their face, or updating the fanbase on how they’re doing or what they’re working on and everyone’s obviously going to be hyped, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND PEOPLE IN THE CHAT FUCKING DEMANDING THEM TO SING A GODDAMN SONG. LEAVE THEM TF ALONE, FFS. They’re having a rough time, all of us can see that. They are under NO OBLIGATIONS to entertain your demands. The person was upset and obviously down and THE ABSOLUTE INSENSITIVITY OF THESE PEOPLE pissed me off so much. 

These artists are human beings, they feel all the emotions that we do, but sometimes on a more extreme scale. They have to be careful of who they have around them, who they can trust and many times, they are isolated because of these issues. In cases, they might even experience more extreme forms of mood issues (depression, anxiety etc.) than us. 

Here’s some things you can do/say instead when they go live on social media or encourage fan interaction (unless they specify what they want):

a) PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, RESPECT THEM.

b) ASK after them, their health.

c) DO NOT demand that they do anything for you (i.e. sing a song on the spot, perform a famous scene) Youtube, Apple music, Google music and Spotify exist for a reason. USE THEM. 

d) DO tell them it’s good to see them and that you hope they’ve been keeping well. 

e) ASK POLITELY if they’re working on new content

f) ASK if there’s any artists they would like to collab/work with in the future.

g) ASK if they have picked up any new hobbies in the past months

h) ASK how their pets are doing. Or their house plants. Or their pet tarantula (Idk, whatever they have that they enjoy taking care of)

i) Maybe comment about a book you’ve begun reading/a show you’ve started watching/a new artist you found that they might enjoy

j) AVOID at all costs: spamming their account, telling them they should do something (anything), they should visit/tour your home country - I know we want to see our fav artists up close and personal, but let’s be honest here, that’s not happening for a good few years, until the ‘rona is gone. 

k) BE KIND. BE UNBELIEVABLY KIND AND WHOLESOME 

[dippedanddripped]

A Q&A With Keary Kase On Pioneering Hip Hop In Portland

Trenton, NJ born rapper Keary Kase is now pioneering hip hop from Portland, Oregon. After having been involved in a Nike ad campaign that featured him on Billboards across the US, Keary’s singles began to top the radio charts. He began to work with artists like The Wutang Clan and producers Bosko and Non-Stop Da Hitman. Most recently, he partnered with Adidas designers in Portland to develop ‘Reder’ – an athletic apparel brand with focus on CBD delivery systems for athletes who are recovering from injuries.

We had the chance to sit down with Keary Kase to talk about Portland’s thriving hip hop scene, his Nike campaign, and what fans and followers can expect in 2020.

Tell us a little bit about the hip hop scene in Portland. We’d love to know more!

Portland hip hop has so many facets, I’m not sure where to begin. We do have a solid foundation of originals, like Mic Crenshaw, Cool Nutz, Mellenium (Kenny Mack), Maniac Lok, Bosko, Vursatyl, X-Kid, DJ Wicked, Pete Miser and myself, who are still active.

Having strong artists, who have made careers in Hip Hop, as role models and idols allows the kids to aspire to become musical artists. Without these examples, the endless call to normalcy and job security (which we all now know is B/S) by pretty much EVERYBODY, would lead these young Ore-guns to self doubt and failure.

Mike Capes, Swiggle Mandela, Drae Steve’s, JR Patton and Keith Canvas are a few Portland artists to check out.

Right now, a lot of artists are showing support to the BLM movement using their voices to speak, rather than rap to those participating in protests, rallies and such.

How do you feel being originally from the east coast has affected your musical style?

In my embryonic years, I saw myself as an east coast rapper. I felt like, with the exception of rappers like Ice T, Too Short, NWA and The DOC, west coast rappers were mostly basic compared to east coast rappers. They had KRS, Big Daddy Kane, Slick Rick (my favorite golden era rapper), Special ED, Kool G Rap & Polo, RAKIM!!! Plus WBLS used to play all the hot new shit off the block.

I was enamored by east coast swagger and tone. The slang and accent was natural for me because my entire family spoke with it. My ability to slip in and out of the style made me different in Portland.

In the early 90’s I started spending time in LA. I was slanging FIMO beads to tourists at Venice Beach in the daylight and going to clubs and shows at night. I met this dude named Self Jupiter at this summer festival called The African Marketplace, where I was selling jewelry and celebrating my black youth. Jupiter was a member of a rap group called Freestyle Fellowship. He gave me a tape. After I listened to it, my entire opinion of west coast hip hop was turned upside down. I witnessed west coast rappers like Volume 10, WC, Divine Styler, Cypress Hill and E40 change the game. I became influenced by them and my style was set free. I became open to all influences, no matter if they came from the east, west, northwest, midwest or south.

Tell us more about the Nike ad campaign you were featured in. How did that come about?

One day I was leaving my boy Tommy Hestmark’s studio in downtown Portland. I was walking down the street with my back straight and my chest and chin up, as all men and women should. This guy approached me and said “excuse me, can I talk to you?” I looked at him sideways and he says “no, no. It’s just…. Your face is CRAZY!” I squinted as if to say “do you hear yourself fool?” He pulls out a card and explains that he owned a modeling agency and he thought my look was money. He asked me to call to schedule a test shoot. I called and scheduled the shoot. When I went there, he asked me if I was wearing boxers. I confirmed, then he asked me if I would take some test shots in my boxers. I’m thinking this dude is either going to proposition me for sex or he wants to see if I can be the next face of Calvin Klein. I gambled on Calvin Klein and agreed to take the pics. We walked into a hall and he said “you can get undressed here,” then walked away. So there I stood baring all that my boxers would not cover, with my clothes in a small pile on the floor. I heard footsteps, then an attractive woman appears holding a camera. It was his wife. She told me where to stand , took a couple quick pics and said “Keary, you’re a machine,” then allowed me to get dressed and walked me out.

A few weeks later they called me back and said a photographer knew of me and wanted to do a martial arts shoot. There was no pay, but the photographer was well known and really good. I had no portfolio, and no published work so this was an opportunity to do TFP to add to my comp card.

The photographer, Marcus Swanson, wanted me to do a flying sidekick, which is a classic taekwondo photo kick. When I got there, there was nowhere to get a running start so I improvised and pulled it off. While I was there, a Nike scout was lurking. As I was leaving, Marcus’ assistant, Amber Geiger, mentioned a potential shoot for Nike and asked if they could do a quick polaroid. Snap snap and I was out. A few months passed by before I got a call back from my agent about the shoot. In those few months, I became a black belt, won a gold medal at the the regional national qualification tournament in the black belt dividion, then a silver medal at the US National Championship, and was leaving in a few days to go whoop everybody’s ass at the invitational US Team Trials. It didn’t play out that way but I believe being so active in the few months between the martial arts test shoot and the paid shoot is what influenced their decision to go with me for the ad campaign. We agreed on a date and time, after my return, for the shoot.

When I got back, we did the shoot. I thought it was going to be light work but it was brutal. Modeling is hardcore. I remember seeing myself on a billboard for the first time. It felt like a distant relative to masturbation. I also remember it taking forever to get my money. Agencies can be gangster. I had to make some very firm promises before I got the check. After that, our relationship became square.

You have worked with several platinum artists and producers. Do you have any memorable stories about your experiences that you’d like to share?

Hmm. I don’t like to deride or D-RIDE anyone, but there was an interesting encounter with a Wu-Tang Clan member named Cappadonna. Cappadonna, Killa Priest and a small crew they were touring with were staying at my house when they stopped through Portland. My roommate, MyG,  was helping them do some business in Portland while they killed time before their next tour date. At the time, we had a lil 5 bedroom spread with 2 recording studios in it, so we let their whole crew crash at the spot. The house was already like a revolving door for whoever was on tour in the NW. Artists could come through while in town and collab, get local pub through us and be blessed with some Oregon grown greeneries for the road.

So this was the first time we met (Cappadonna & I). I was taking acting classes at the time so I was gone when they pulled up. When I got home after class, Cappadonna was in the booth. I walked in the room and he started talking wild like “aye yo break that nigga watch!…stab that nigga!” I’m standing in a room full of dudes, with New York energy, that I don’t know, so I assumed he was talking about me. I dip out to my room and get a screwdriver just so I have something in my hand incase things go left. A few minutes pass, then MyG tells Cappadonna to move on to the next part. At this moment I realize he’s in character and not talking about me at all. Killah Priest enters the room. We introduce ourselves and dap up. He asks me what I do and I tell him that I’m in acting school. When Cap comes out, KP says “this is Kase, he’s an actor.” They gave each other a look that, to me , expressed what he spoke as “this is Kase, he’s a fake nigga.”

Granted, I’ve been a skater since day 1, so I understand that some black people (especially at the time) associate being a black skater with being less black or more white. With that in mind, I let what he said breeze by.

After we blessed up, we got to the business. Bosko had let me hold a beat that I wrote a sticky verse to; Cappa liked it so I let him put a hook on it. Me and KP did a DOPE song on a track that this dude named Smoke produced. It sounded like some official Wu-affiliate shit. MyG lost the session so none of that material was ever released.

The next day the energy still felt suspect. Like they thought I was a suburban negro, lol. I took them to the block, which is now gentrified, but was still hood at the time. Cappa called my whip a 666. It was the same Denali XL with the same 26” Trump Spinners that was in the video for the song he was promoting at the time, but mine was cleaner. It seemed like he felt a way about it. We went to my mom’s restaurant, where Cappa requested a Psalms verse from my mother. She said “how about a Revelation,” and laced all of us.

I dropped them at the barber shop to get faded and bladed. When they came out, the energy was different. Cappadonna got in and said “you know your hood and your hood knows you. He said you put your moms in that restaurant, didn’t you?” I just looked at him and put my hand out. We dapped up and the respect, which was first being given by me and received by him, suddenly felt mutual.

Cappadonna is a wise dude and a beast MC. I asked him questions related to his lyrics. He explained to me what “God Degree” and “7:30” meant and told me the story of the origin of his name. You might be able to detect that I’m most definitely still a Wu-Tang fan, although I liked his earlier work. KP knows what I mean by that.

Tell us about your involvement with the CBD industry and your views on how it can be a therapeutic tool for people?

CBD is my go-to treatment for a number of conditions. If I am anxious, I use a non-psychoactive tincture. This gives me a general sense of well-being, without making me feel altered or high. I feel like myself on a good day. If I need to restful sleep, I employ a cannabinoid rich CBD blend that allows me to drift off into REM without jumping up 100 times to make sure the garage door is closed (or whatever). Using CBD is like taking premium vitamins.

In 2019, I started a company called Nina Botanica with a material designer who works for Adidas in Portland. I began researching how to use compression technology as a CBD delivery system for athletic injury rehabilitation. There are some products on the market that offer a similar product, but none that fully address the issues of muscle strains, tears and associated pain that can knock an athlete off of their game. What sets us apart is, our CBD compression system has a lifetime guarantee. You can use it until you’re tired of using it.

We also designed a pod based delivery system, called the NINA , with Shenzen based technology company Smoore. The smart hexagonal pod + cartridge system uses inductive charging in place of the industry standard USB to power up.

Due to COVID-19 and our current bout with systemic racism, the techy products will be in preliminary production until mid-late 2021.

Tell us about your latest project “Craze”. Who is involved and what inspired it?

I was a week back on after being off music for years. Just getting my lungs back, not planning on dropping anything yet; just warming up. An artist named Uneek, who had been my mentee for several years, reached out. He was talking about how he blew all of his savings on medical expenses for his seed and how William, Lil Willi and Big Bill were all coming for him at once. He had just got robbed in Atlanta, so he was shy about who he could trust in Portland.

Uneek asked me to help him to rebrand himself and act as a manager, as I did in the beginning of his career. Since he had just found the strength to come out about his sexual identity, he wanted to look to the LBGTQ community for support. Since that was outside of my sphere of influence, I decided to help him generate some traffic in his home studio, offering tracking and mixing as an engineer. I told him we could put out a mixtape to re-introduce him to his followers and the rest of the world. I got 15 tracks from  producers, Sixteen and J Doe. I wanted to see how serious he was about his career so I told him to put hooks on  all 15. He would send me a rough lyric or melody, then I would write or rewrite the lyrics then massage the melody and coach him on how to execute it.  After he did it, I would chop it and arrange it in a Logic, while I was on the road.

Once the mixtape concepts were in the bag, I told him we needed a real record to kick it off. There was a lot of material in his catalog, but nothing that sounded like a hit single to me.

He got a track from this lil dude named 64 and put a hook on it that had us laughing. He was like “yeah this track sound like something Da Baby would get on.” It wasn’t my style, really, but I kept getting drawn into the drums. I let the first line go off the top then it seemed like the rest of the lyrics were just there. We called it “She A Thot.” It dropped on all platforms back in April of this year.

Craze, the follow up single, manifested itself off of the vibe we were on after “She A Thot” dropped. 64 had sent us a 3 pack of beats so it had some of the same feel as the others, however, the “Craze” beat was much more elegant than the other two.It was like the bigger, sexier, more mature and pondering sister of the “She A Thot” beat.

When I started writing, I felt the beat asking me to confess. It was saying “tell your truth, Kase.” The melody in my head was so balanced that I just let it drive through the first verse. I remembered, as a young man, being so caught up in hustling that I lost my compassion for people. I reflected on how I had spent the last decade, since my first daughter was born, re-approaching life with more compassion.

Whatever you have done in your past does not define you. But sometimes it’s good to talk about it. Black  people have traditionally been afraid of counseling or therapy. Mostly because of our trust issues with the people providing those services. I strongly suggest talking to someone about the things that trouble you. My uncle Jeff calls it “dumping.”

Music is my therapy. Dumping is my new craze.

What artists are you listening to right now and why?

I like listening to new music. I’m listening to Lil Durk, Pop Smoke, Amine, Jack Harlow, etc. But that’s like research for me. I like to see and hear what the big dogs are investing in. But right now, I’m developing a K-Pop artist, so I’m listening Big Hit Entertainment’s people. I’m about to go over there and liberate some musical slaves. (*artists)

But I still listen to Sade.

What’s next for you in 2020? What can fans look forward to?

I’m dropping a mixtape later this month. I may be doing a record + video with Compton artist, AD in the next few weeks. We’re still working out the details, but he’s doing real good right now.

Other than that, I’m developing a young K-Pop idol named Kiari. That genre is making big waves. I’m also looking at television as a next play. I have a pocket ace in the Chinese market that I’m keeping tucked. Oh I’m doing business with China.  Sorry Chump…I mean, Sorry Trump. No, wait, I had it right the first time.

[emeraldbabygirl]

My Favorite Concepts

I decided I wanted to make a list of my favorite concept idols and groups have done:

Safety shorts: very important

Oversized sweaters: sweater paws are too die for

Chokers: everyone looks amazing in them

Idols and cute outfits in general like overalls uwu

Retro concepts: I’m an absolute hoe for retro concepts, Spica’s I’ll Be There, April’s Oh My Mistake, Ladies’ Code’s Feedback

Idols wearing flowers crowns

Idols wearing specks

Idols with beautiful tan skin: Hakyeon, Jessi, Hyorin, Seungyeon

Idols in pastel colors: they look so cute and soft uwu

Idols eating delicious food

Foot stomping and shoe squeaking dance practices

Idols having fun outside or at amusement parks as well as filming cute videos in different countries

Tattoos: tbh it’s my kink but damn some idols just pull it off so well

Sometimes idols have really cute piercings, like different places on their ears or belly button piercings like LE and Mint

Specific sections of their hair dyed: Lisa, Dahyun, Jinjin and that member of Itzy (forgive me I don’t know her name)

Idols and karaoke rooms: always iconic

Idols with braces: there’s nothing cuter than when Vernon, I.N, Sanha and Donghyun had braces uwu

Idols being thicc or muscular and not twigs: Hwasa, Wonho, Kyla, Eunha, Luna, St.Van

The girl crush/tomboy concept: Amber, Jeongyeon, Miya

Idols with stuffed animals: San & Shiber, Bobby & Pooh, Youngguk and Tigger

Low rapping voices or voices that you wouldn’t expect them to have: Youngguk, Wooseok, Wyatt, Zuho, Hwiyoung & Song Mingi uwu etc.

Tbh I love the rappers that sounds like Hyuna, Yeeun and Miso. At first I thought it was annoying but I really like it now

That one year that like every idol dressed as Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad

Idols “getting thicc on us” Hongki, K.Will, Kyla, half the members of Boyfriend, CNU etc.

Female idols not caring when female fans pull the mirror trick

Idols sticking up for themselves and each other

Female idols really doing the best despite how difficult it is being a female in the music industry: this is mostly because I honestly have so much respect for female idols, they have to deal with periods and creepy perverts, dancing and running in heels, they’re just really amazing

Male idols not being afraid to show their soft sides

Male idols showing love to male fans

Idols being adorable with fans

Idols of mixed races and/or other races, Hanbyul, Felix, Samuel, Somi, Monika, Wendy, Mark, Sorn, Nickhun, Momo, etc.

Really tall and really short idols: Rowon, Zelo, Soobin, the whole of Tiny-G, Jinhwan, Woozi etc.

Idols and onesies and idols with onesie dance practices

Idols genuinely having fun on stage

Idols in suits and really gorgeous dresses that are classy and elegant

Groups with unique introductions: D-Crunch, Alphabat, 24K

Groups celebrating 7th, 8th and further on anniversaries, like Apink: because seeing a group together after so long is really cool and I love that

Groups leaving a company together and resigning with another one or filing lawsuits and winning: B2ST/Highlight and B.A.P

Younger idols being children for as long as they can :(

Idols being safe and happy

The “every member is a visual” group: Imfact, VAV, Bigstar, N.Tic

Big groups, 9+ members: WJSN, Seventeen, UP10TION (Super Junior, Exo, and Alphabat used to be big)

Idols being bf/gf material af

Idols getting married to their gf/bf of 8 mothafuckin years: shoutout to U-Kwon and his beautiful relationship with his gf

Idols getting married before having children

Idols being cute with kids

Idols being cute with their parents and siblings

Idols and beach fun time episodes; everyone is so cute and they are having fun

Unique concepts that lots of underrated groups are amazing at like horror concepts: stan Dreamcatcher

Unique and fun choreos like Speed’s Don’t Tease Me, NCT Dream’s Chewing Gum, fromis_9’s Fun

Tiny female rappers spittin fire: Dasom from 2EYES, Seoyeon from fromis_9

Idols wearing comfortable clothes for dance practices

Idols that are actually bands: Royal Pirates, LedApple, Say Yes, OneWe, Tweety, Barbie D (Kiwi Band)

Older idol groups that are either still around making music or came back after a long hiatus to continue making music: Shinhwa, Sechkies, S.E.S

Newer idols covering older idols songs like H.O.T, BoA, DBSK etc.

Collab stages between groups, Fx and Shinee, Boys Generation, WJSN, Red Velvet, Twice, Gfriend. BUT NOT THAT COLLAB STAGE WITH GOT7, SEVENTEEN, GFRIEND AND TWICE, THAT WAS CRINGEY AS HELL AND I HAVE NIGHTMARES OF IT AT LEAST ONCE A MONTH

Idols in haunted houses, unless they cry like Tao :(

Performing on stage with hand mics and being able to do the choreo one-handed: I think the newer mics are cool but there’s something about the hand helds that I’m in love with especially when the rappers get the mics, it’s really hot tbh

Idols under JYP in hoodies: tbh all idols under JYP look so smol and cute in hoodies I uwu

I love aesthetically pleasing mvs that a lot of newer groups are doing but I absolutely love the dark, boxy, old 2008/2009/2010 aesthetic tbh; anything by MBLAQ especially Cry and Oh Yeah, Girls Generation’s Run Devil Run, Shinee’s Ring Ding Dong, NU’EST’s Face, B.E.G’s Abracadabra, that dark stuff. And it’s not even for a specific reason really, it just reminds me of the golden days of kpop and tbh I miss that. I love all these new groups but there’s something almost nostalgic to me about those older mvs and every kpop fan should watch those older mvs definitely. The older groups are really legends. I miss them, like Infinite and KARA uwu

Groups covering and/or dancing to literally any Sistar song, but ‘Touch My Body’ will forever remain THE iconic Sistar song: NewKidd, Boyfriend, fromis_9

Idols wearing suit jackets and slacks with just plain t-shirts. They look so nice but also casual and comfortable and I like that. EXID’s Night Rather than Day outfits I really like and then recently OneUs’s dance practice for Twilight, Keonhee wore it really well

Idols wearing suit jackets and a nice button up on top and just jeans and plain sneakers on the bottom: again it’s a casual look but also nice and comfy

Idols with bright hair colors; Yugyeom and GD with yellow hair, Miso and hot pink hair, Yeonkuk with a pretty neon and cyan color

I’m gonna brag rn; literally N.Tic’s Fiction mv is a whole concept within itself. Yeah it’s retro but it’s also the way it was filmed, the lights & effects, the choreo, their outfits and just the way the song flows is absolutely fantastic. It’s like, my favorite song of 2019. Facts sis. Tbh N.Tic themselves are a concept. I’ve made so many posts about them but they deserve it, they are improving with each comeback and all their songs are bops and I am so fucking glad I decided to check them out. I’m glad that, despite how I felt about Jion’s appearance at first, I saw past that, realized how amazing his voice is and decided to stan the group. They’ve done so much for me already and I’m so grateful to them and hope they continue to improve and gain more fans.

Idols and dogs

Idols and plushies uwu

Honestly idols at fansigns are so precious

Hyuna killin it on her way out of Cube we stan

Idol Radio: BLESS YOU ILLHOON

Male idols with long hair; rip Ren, Jungshin, CNU, Kangnam, Jeonghan and Hwiyoung’s long hair :(

Idols stepping on me

Relay dances; Saturday, Weki Meki, 9Muses and A.C.E take it to a whole new level

Reblog with some of your favorite concepts. It can be actual concepts like cute or vampire or something. I just did non music concepts

[ladyfl4me]

A,E,F,G,I,J,K,L,M,N,O,P,Q,R,S,T,U,V,W,X,Y,Z ;o

Okay *cracks knuckles* let’s go! F, M, and S have already been taken from this list, so feel free to send in... B, C, D, or H, I guess. Yeehaw. This is really fucking long.

A: How did you come up with the title to [TMWCIFTC]? -- It started, as many things do, as a bad pun. The novel The Spy who Came In from the Cold was a cold-war spy thriller, about a British spy who goes over to East Germany as an apparent defect, except he’s actually there to spread misinformation and fuck shit up. He falls in love, becomes disillusioned with his superiors, and is shot dead over the corpse of his lover after climbing over to the east side of the wall. Needless to say, this is nowhere close to what happens in TMWCIFTC. I chose it early on because of the literal meaning: there’s a moth(man), he’s coming in from the cold WV weather, boom shaka laka, we have a title. Over time, though, it’s evolved into another meaning. Indrid himself is coming in from an isolated, lonely existence: he’s rejoining the family that cut ties with him, he’s in love, he’s warm and safe. The moth sure did come in from the cold, and hopefully he stays that way.

E: If you wrote a sequel to [TMWCIFTC], what would it be about? -- Hm. Considering my entire TAZ fic career is a tangled hairball of sequels and prequels, I kind of have this base covered. At the moment, TCOS - aka The Children of Sylvain, the sequel to TMWCIFTC - is about three things: a Pine Guard road trip race against time and the feds, the Spanish Sylvan Inquisition That Nobody Expected (least of all Jake and Hollis, who have to set aside their differences and past conflicts to save Kepler - and who knows, maybe they’ll fall in love along the way), and Alexandra the Interpreter getting woke to Sylvan politics and doing what she can from the inside to change them. In other words, it’s going to be a massive sequel that is the finale of the Amnesty alternate universe I’ve created. It’s this series’ Endgame. (That reminds me, I need an actual title for this collection of stories I’m writing. The “Tin Cinematic Universe” doesn’t quite have the ring to it that I’d like.)

G: Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? -- eh, it kind of depends. It’s like a buffering bar on Youtube videos. I outline what I can until I run out of ideas, then start writing, then add outlines to the end, until the outline is complete and I just have to keep writing.

I: Do you have a guilty pleasure in fic (reading or writing)? -- I don’t have one for reading, but for writing, I fucking love structuring chapters around songs. Classical or otherwise, I love music. All my stories play in my head like a movie screen, and I just do my best to describe what I’m seeing in my head with an accompanying score. It’s not so much a guilty pleasure as it is a writing process. Frankly, I don’t think I actually have a guilty pleasure; the act of writing itself is all the happiness I need.

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to [insert fic]. -- An alternate ending for The Devil Went Down To Georgia would be... interesting. It ended with Boyd-as-Jersey-Devil scaring the pants off some poor broke college kid, who stole his worthless fiddle; then he changed back, and he and Ned went on their merry way to go break into Aubrey’s house and send everything down the drain. If there was one thing that I could change in there, it would be how fast Ned ran. If he ran a little faster, he would have seen the alley; he would have witnessed Boyd turning into the Jersey Devil, or at least turning back into himself; and he’d get a very rude awakening as to what Sylvans are and that his partner (in crime, and everything that mattered) was a fucking cryptid. God, that’d be a fun AU to write. Who knows, I might go do that someday.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with? -- At the moment, the only angsty idea that I’m actually conceptualizing is a Hollis/Jake angsty breakup for TSG. (Spoilers, I guess.) I once wrote a very grimdark ending to TMWCIFTC where everyone fell through the ice and drowned. It wasn’t fun. I’ve also mentally killed off each Amnesty protagonist and NPC in various ways, but I never felt comfortable writing them down. I only write angst with a happy ending because those are the kinds of stories I need to hear.

L: How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? -- 9 times out of 10, I just throw it into the void. I write as much as I can in big chunks, and then kind of hope for the best. TMWCIFTC, for example, is a completely unedited, unbetaed vomit draft. I usually do a quick reread of my oneshots to catch grammar and spelling errors, but other than that I just trust myself that it’s fine.

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you? -- Can I get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night? Can I please get some kind of resolution for To the Edge of Night??? I was 14 chapters into that bastard before I a) became a more casual MCU fan and b) discovered TAZ. It was such a niche fic with such a niche structure - LOTR as galactic Asgardian propaganda to cover up Odin’s mistakes - that at some point I lost interest in it. I just saw Endgame though, so now I might get some inspiration for stuff to bastardize.

O: How do you begin a story–with the plot, or the characters? -- Characters. When coming up with character backstories, I can usually find ways to slot their lives together that necessitate a plot. I love character-driven stories, where their actions actually do shit and their words actually mean something, in favor of getting dragged along behind the plot like tin cans behind a car.

P: Are you what George R. R. Martin would call an “architect” or a “gardener”? (How much do you plan in advance, versus letting the story unfold as you go?) -- I’m definitely an architect, but in a really messy way. My friends can attest that I do an insane amount of planning for each story - often in their DMs, sorry about that, Fae, Cro, Indy and Aline 😬 - and all that usually ends up in a stream-of-consciousness rant outline on Google Drive. Knowing where the story is going helps me a lot, but the planning I do is definitely just building flower beds in which to sow seeds. Or building a greenhouse. I plan the bare bones of a story, and things get really wild within it, but it does follow a logical plot structure.

Q: How do you feel about collaborations? -- I have a lot of respect for the people who can successfully pull it off, but idk if i’d ever want to do one myself. I get really possessive of my stories and ideas and like to be the one in charge of their execution. That being said, some collabs have produced amazing stories. I don’t mind reading collab fics, but actually being in a collab grates on me more than it should.

R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence? -- I’m definitely influenced heavily by Neil Gaiman. I read American Gods and Good Omens a lot while I was trying to write TMWCIFTC; not only was it a good brain break, but I was able to pick up a lot of tips on scene pacing, concise yet expressive language, and character interactions. My creative wriitng professors have always told us to read so we know what to steal - not in terms of content, but in execution. 

On the fanfic side, @miamaroo is a huge inspiration for me. I’ve been reading Northern Migration a lot recently, and I love how its canon divergence is so worldshaking and so complex, but is still familiar in nostalgic yet terrifying ways. I read it back in October, went, “Huh, I wanna do something that wild. And if miamaroo can do it then I sure as fuck can too,” and I started planning TMWCIFTC during that one month dead zone the McElroys took last year. Northern Migration is one of the best, most coherent, most stunning, and most incredibly written TAZ Balance AUs I’ve ever read, and if I hadn’t read it, I wouldn’t have been inspired to take the fuckall huge plunge into TMWCIFTC.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist? -- Bed sharing and cuddling, hand kissing, wrist kissing, whump, sympathetic villains. Canon divergent AUs are my absolute favorite things to both read and write. Anything that would turn me into Charlie Kelly slamming his finger on a bulletin board screaming, “CAROL,” is a fic I would give my life for. 

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand? -- Not a fan of a) woobification and b) flat villain characterization, to the point where the story is riding on villain tropes instead of an actual person or plot. Character nuance is always something I look for when I read. I don’t usually get bitter about tropes, though; some stuff, when subverted, works really well. I fully subscribe to don’t like, don’t read, don’t write, which is why I don’t write anything that warrants AO3 content warning tags or an Explicit rating, in favor of focusing on plot. Every author has a reason for what they write and how - be it their level of experience, personal preference, or simply the joy of writing something and getting it out there - and I respect that. Within reason, of course.

U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much. -- 

@miamaroo, for reasons I’ve already discussed. My favorite TAZ Balance author hands down. Read Northern Migration and give it the love it deserves, or I’m replacing all the faucets in your house with silly straws.

@transagentstern. Fae has a bunch of absolutely incredible fics and an amazing grasp on characterization. We come from the same place with AUs, in that canon is but the bare planks on which we put the drywall of our plot an characterization. They structure AUs and character backstories from the ground up in believable and emotionally raw ways. Also they have great music taste. I especially like their interpretation of Indrid in Moth to the Flame; he, like all the other characters in the story, is far from perfect, and his character arc is explored in relatable ways that I love to read. 

@keplersheetz. Aline - theneonpineapple on AO3 - researches like a motherfucker and has a wealth of knowledge/experience/viewpoints to draw on, making author-author interactions with her an absolute delight. She’s also doing the lord’s work with rarepairs. Spin a wheel, find a ship, and she’s probably written for it or at least conceptualized it. Reading her character studies and stories of the old Pine Guard - aka Mama’s original crew, before the current PCs joined - is always a delight. I’ve also hashed out a lot of details for The Children of Sylvain, especially for Mr. Boyd Mosche, guilt-wracked Jersey Devil extraordinaire, with her help. 

V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? -- Not gonna lie, I’m fine with a lot of stuff that’s out there right now. It’s been a hot few months since I’ve actually stopped to read fic, but from what I recall, most of the fics I’ve read have done a good job of keeping things intact.

W: Do you like more general prompts, or more specific ones? -- The vaguer, the better. With really specific prompts, it usually feels as if the story’s been written for me already; with vague, general prompts, I have more agency to explore my own ideas. Some accompanying detail is usually nice, though. For example, the coffee shop/college/flower shop AUs that @transagentstern​ wrote are my ideal prompt for drabbles: premise, a little bit of open-ended detail, clear explanation of what’s going to happen while leaving the rest up to the imagination. Good stuff. If it’s for a long-form piece, though, I prefer full agency, or even just some time to lie facedown in the dirt and wait for an idea to strike me.

X: A character you enjoy making suffer. -- Yes.

Y: A character you want to protect. -- Tim.

Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate? -- I do read lots of major character death, yeah, though not always for TAZ. There’s something cathartic about seeing a character die, but sometimes it sits wrong with me in ways that I don’t like. As for writing, I’d rather kill a character for a reason rather than for shock value/for the Feels, though said Feels can accompany the reason. 

[johnhaos]

thoughts on each new Persona song?? :))

ok you know some of this already but i'm going to ramble anyway lmao if anyone else is interested as well!! (also scrolling back through our chat to find some of my thoughts took forever lmao we really never shut up i love it)

so overall i really enjoyed it, obviously there were some songs i enjoyed more than others but mostly i love it,,, i’ve only listened ~4 times so far (except persona and boy with luv) so some of my views will probably change but *shrug*

ok so some general stuff, the vocal line!!! ohhh my gosh the vocal line just keep levelling up every album they’re so damn good,,,,, also i particularly love the bits when tae&jimin or jin&jk are harmonising those are some a++ combinations tbh

and the rap line as well!! all the different styles and flows in their verses they really keep outdoing themselves wow

oh gosh ok and also the recurring desert/sea themes that’s running through some of their songs?? really gets me ;;;; love all those lyrical links wow

ok putting the individual song comments beneath the cut, enjoy!!

persona: wish i’d thought to write down some of my thoughts when this dropped like i did with epiphany because now i’ve heard it so many times i don’t really remember what i’d like to have said about it rip,,,, but wow namjoon really did that?? i just love everything about it tbh

boy with luv: she’s a bop ok and wow yeah catchy is definitely the word, this is going to be stuck in my head all the time. jin absolutely kills me oh god he !!!! also i know people were concerned about the collab but it worked really well imo, it didn’t feel forced and it wasn’t the featured artist taking over or anything, i really like it,,,,, oh my god yoongi’s verse completely shook me on first listen he did that!! and hearing hope world before hobi’s verse just makes me so happyand the mv is pretty and colourful!! they all look so good and the choreo looks great, i can’t wait to see it in full,,,, also tae completely killed me in it what else is new??

mikrokosmos: A QUEEN I LOVE HER AND WOULD DIE FOR HER i fell in love with this song instantly tbh i was just sitting there listening to it with my mouth open in awe, it’s so beautiful and their voices sound magical and heavenly, i love the vocal line pairs alternating lines in the choruses and then their harmonies at the end gosh ;;;;; and the rap line verses as well!! i especially love hobi’s it sounds so lovely oh gosh and i love everyone singing the na na nas at the end,,,, i just have a lot of feelings about this song wow and listening with the lyrics this morning made me cry

make it right: omg ok i did not like this that much the first time i listened but i think i was just overwhelmed by mikrokosmos and how much i loved it that whatever came next had a tough act to follow lmao, it grew on me a lot just with a second listen and i’m liking it more and more each time!! the instrumentals for this are so cool, the vocal line harmonies are lovely and i adore the rap line’s parts in this KINGS

home: ahhh ok i’m sitting here and i don’t really know what to say?? i like but idk, i preferred it to make it right when i first listened but i think they’ve switched now hmm,,,,, i LOVE the ‘big house, big cars, big rings’ bit in yoongi’s verse though, always here for a lyrical parallel lmao. omg and also i’m so here for all of joon’s little adlib bits throughout this

jamais vu: ok i saw that this was a jin-jk-hobi unit and had absolutely no idea what to expect but WOW what a winning combination?? and we know i’m a sucker for bangtan’s slower songs so this is really it!! jin and jk’s voices work so well together and then hobi’s verses in with that - LEGENDS ONLY omg and when hobi went ‘ay’ at the start of his first verse i had to pause for like a minute to recover rip and g o d his soft rapping is everything and then his second verse OH MY GOD. i love how the chorus bounces between jin and jk rather than being separated in blocks, their voices are gorgeous and wow those high notes. another beautiful song that absolutely broke me when i listened with lyrics oh my god my heart ;;;;;

dionysus: omg ok so @heather i didn’t admit this to you last night because you were really hyped about it but i wasn’t really sure about this song the first time i listened........ but as with a lot of things it has really grown on me and GOD they went off. i love the beat wow and tae’s deep voice hhhhhh i am suffering,,,,, i really love jimin in this, idk exactly what it is but all of his parts i’m !!!!!! and jin’s scream OH MY GOD amazing incredible legendary, god this is going to be so hype live i can’t wait

but yeah i enjoyed it on the whole - has some that i really love, mikrokosmos is my fave fave but i adore jamais vu as well, and some that i need to listen to a bit more tbh before i’m sure how i feel but yes!!! good!!! love it!!! love them!!! and i’m really excited to hear what these sound like live oml

[tickly-tufts]

Revenge With a Side of Laughter

So, thanks to this post, the wonderful @ticklehappyhavoc and I ended up doing a collab fic! I recommend checking out her blog if you haven’t already!

We discussed a few ideas before ultimately settling on saioumota with lee!Kaito (and I’m happy to announce she’s now joined me in the saioumota pit). With all that said, hope you enjoy! 

When Shuichi looked up from his book, it was to find the shorter of his two boyfriends leaning against the door frame, flushed and panting with a prominent pout on his face.

“Did Kaito get you again?” Shuichi deduced as Kokichi plopped down beside him. He automatically set his book aside, allowing Kokichi to lay down on his lap.

“If that idiot thinks he can keep doing this without any consequences, he’s got another thing coming.”

“Oh? Are you planning to get him back?”

“Yup!” Kokichi beamed as he looked up at Shuichi. “And you’re gonna help me!”

Shuichi stared back.

“...Wait, what?”

---

“Mmm...” Kaito murmured sleepily, gradually rousing from his midday nap. He immediately jolted awake, however, when he realized his limbs had been tied to the four corners of the bed.

“Wh-What the hell?!”

“Neeheehee... Well, look who’s finally up. We were starting to worry you’d just sleep through the entire day! That would’ve put a total damper on the plan.”

Kokichi appeared on Kaito’s right, leaning against the side of the bed with an innocent smile. Shuichi hesitantly seated himself on the left.

“Plan? What plan?” Kaito questioned, eyes flickering between the two. “Kichi, what the hell did you talk Shuichi into?”

"You’re just instantly blaming everything on me?” Kokichi sniffled. “That’s so mean! You’re the worst boyfriend ever!” 

Almost in tandem, Kaito and Shuichi rolled their eyes. The latter decided it was time to speak up for himself.

“He wants revenge for all the times you’ve tickled him... and honestly I do, too.”

Kaito wore a look of confusion, then disbelief, before finally settling on amusement.

“Pfff... Seriously? Sorry to tell you this, but I’m not ticklish.”

Kokichi’s eyes narrowed skeptically.

“We’ll see about that.”

---

A few minutes later, Kokichi and Shuichi pulled back in frustration. They’d tried Kaito’s underarms, ribs, sides, and stomach, but all they’d gotten in return was a smug grin.

“See? Told you I wasn’t ticklish!”

“Should we just untie him then?” Shuichi asked.

“Hold on,” Kokichi persisted. “There’s no way that wasn’t a lie. Besides, we haven’t tried his lower body yet.”

That’s when he saw it. A brief flicker of anxiety in Kaito’s eyes.

“Neeheehee... I have a feeling we’ll have much better luck there.”

Kaito’s entire body jolted the moment they moved to his knees, encouraging Kokichi to start squeezing and scratching with glee.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Kokichi chanted. “C’moooon, you know you wanna laugh!”

In an effort to protect his pride, Kaito clenched his jaw, remaining silent. 

...At least until Shuichi tickled behind his knees.

As soon as Shuichi's fingers made contact with the spot, Kaito made a strange sound. He quickly bit his lip, hoping that if he was stubborn his boyfriends would back off eventually. Unfortunately for him, it was already too late.

“Oh?” Shuichi looked to Kaito’s face. “Seems like I’ve found a weak spot.” His statement was directed at both Kokichi and Kaito. The former grinned in return.

“Try lightly scratching there,” Kokichi suggested. “Since someone I know likes to do that to us.” 

Forming his hands into claws, Kokichi fluttered his fingers against the back of Kaito’s knee. Shuichi did the same on the opposite side, and soon enough Kaito was trembling in his restraints, the corners of his mouth twitching against his will. Kaito wanted to protest, but he was afraid he’d lose control of his reactions if he opened his mouth.

“So, I guess you were lying to us when you said you weren’t ticklish,” Shuichi calmly stated, chuckling when Kaito shook his head. “No? That doesn’t explain why you’re struggling to keep your composure. Guess we’ll just have to make you admit it.”

“Wait, WHAT?!” Kaito suddenly exclaimed, then grit his teeth to try and save face. “I-I’m not… t-t-ticklish… so just-“

“Not ticklish? Neeheehee… Why are you stuttering, then? ” Kokichi smirked. “C’moooooon, just show us that smile we know and love!” He giggled when Kaito’s face turned bright red, continuing to scratch at the back of Kaito’s knees. 

Meanwhile, Shuichi explored the rest of Kaito’s legs, looking for some sort of hot spot. He dragged his fingers over Kaito’s ankles, only to jump when he heard a rather loud yelp from Kaito.

“H-Hey, Shuichi!” Kaito stammered. 

Shuichi glanced back at him, his fingers stopping for just a moment.

“I think it’s a little late to ask for mercy, Kaito,” Shuichi remarked, using one finger to gently trace circles around Kaito’s ankles. “Besides, you never listen to us when we tell you to stop.”

“You’re both… so d-dead when I g-get out of here…” Kaito panted, only to break into a fit of giggles when nimble fingers resumed their motion behind his knees.

“There we go!” Kokichi cheered. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Aww, is the big, bad, oh-so-manly Kaito a little ticklish? Neeheehee, I think he is!” 

This specific, more childish method of teasing proved to be quite effective. Kaito was soon blushing and babbling incoherently, trying his best to counter Kokichi’s teases.

“K-Kokichihihihi!! Stohohohop!” 

“No can do, spaceman! This is what you deserve for getting at us all the time!”

Kaito continued giggling uncontrollably, struggling uselessly against his restraints. Kokichi glanced over at Shuichi, who was still teasing Kaito’s ankles.

“What are you thinking, Mr. Detective?” Kokichi asked smugly, although he fully knew what Shuichi was planning. He stopped tickling Kaito’s legs and scooted closer to the other boy.

“I hope you know that once I get out of these restraints, I’m gonna kill both of you,” Kaito growled, though his voice shook with every word. “Hey, what are you two whispering about?”

“Hm?” Kokichi hummed, looking back at him. “Oh, not much! Just a quick strategy meeting. Nothing you should be concerned about!”

“Nothing to be concerned about?! Of course I have something to be concerned about! What are-“

“Well, if you’re not ticklish, then you have anything to worry about,” Shuichi commented slyly. “Not unless you’re hiding something from us. Are you?”

“I told you,” Kaito mumbled. “Not ticklish.”

“That was a lie,” Kokichi interjected. “I bet he’s gonna lie for this next question, too.” 

The diabolical grin on his face was enough to send chills up Kaito’s spine. His next words, however... 

“Are your feet ticklish, Kaito?” He gently glided a single finger across Kaito’s right sole. To both Shuichi and Kokichi’s surprise, Kaito squeaked at the sensation, his body jolting almost instantly.

“Was that a squeak?!” Shuichi exclaimed. He’d never imagined a sound like that could come out of Kaito. He watched curiously as Kokichi continued to drag his finger up and down Kaito’s foot.

“K-Kokichi… c-cut that out!” Kaito demanded, his entire body shaking. “I swear to- H-HEY! KOKIHIHIHIHIHICHI!” The astronaut’s quiet giggles quickly turned into full-blown laughter as Kokichi wiggled his fingers over both of Kaito’s feet.

“There’s that laugh I was hoping for!” Kokichi giggled, tickling enthusiastically. “Tickle, tickle, tickle! Neeheehee… what’s the matter, Kaito? Is a little tickling too much for the Luminary of the Stars?” 

While Kokichi tickled Kaito’s feet, Shuichi moved back to squeeze at Kaito’s knees.

“S-STOHOHOHOP!!” Kaito cackled uncontrollably, unable to put up any kind of fight. His laughter only became more intense when Kokichi’s fingers brushed over the arches of his feet. His attempts to break free of his restraints doubled, but to no avail. All he could do was laugh and writhe in place.

“Oh? Is this a tickle spot I’ve discovered?” Kokichi smirked, now focusing specifically on Kaito’s arches. “It’s so cute how ticklish you are here! Kitchy kitchy koo~” 

If Kaito’s face wasn’t red before, it definitely was now. Even Shuichi was blushing at Kokichi’s teases at this point.

“SHUHUHUHUT UHUHUHUP!!” Kaito laughed, though his words were almost unintelligible.

“Let’s give him a short break,” Shuichi suggested, retracting his hands. Kokichi pouted at him, but relented as well.

They watched as Kaito panted tiredly, letting out after-giggles every so often, to which Kokichi would giggle along with him. Once Kaito regained his composure, he just barely managed to glare at his boyfriends.

“You’re both going to regret this,” he warned.

“And I bet you regret tickling me earlier cuz now look where that’s led you,” Kokichi snapped back playfully, sticking his tongue out. He then glanced over at Shuichi, who looked deep in thought, leaning towards him with a grin. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

“Let’s try his upperbody again,” Shuichi proposed, holding his hand up to his chin. “I actually think there might be a weak spot somewhere.”

“Didn’t you two try that already?” Kaito reasoned. “Plus, if this is revenge, then…”

“We’re not done with you just yet,” Shuichi replied. “You know all of our weak spots. I think it’s only fair that we know all of yours.” 

“W-Well, you’ve already found them all, so if you could just untie-“

“If I remember correctly, there were several instances in the past where you flinched when one of us touched your back.” Shuichi smiled when Kaito’s eyes widened. “No wonder we couldn’t find it. It’s an obscure spot.”

Kokichi let out an impressed whistle.

“Leave it to Shuichi to figure everything out!”

Wasting no time, Kokichi climbed on top of Kaito, wrapping his arms around him as if in a hug. Kokichi then began to prod at his lower back. Kaito didn’t react at first, but he gradually grew more anxious the higher Kokichi’s hands traveled.

“K-Kichi, wait!” Kaito insisted. “We can t-talk about this- HAH!” He yelped the second Kokichi’s hands reached his shoulder blades. Bingo.

Shifting forward, Kokichi tucked his head into the crook of Kaito’s neck, then started spidering his fingers over Kaito’s shoulder blades. 

The reaction was instant.

“NOHOHOHAHAHA! NOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Kaito practically screeched. Had he not been tied down so well, he surely would have bolted off the bed

“What was that? You like it here? It sure sounds like you do!” Kokichi pinched lightly along the ridges of Kaito’s shoulder blades, pressing close to whisper directly into his ear. “Hmmm. You’re trembling pretty hard. Not such a tough guy now, huh? I wonder how much more you can take...”

Evidently, the answer was “not much.” Shuichi soon took over Kokichi’s previous position at his feet, and Kaito’s remaining pride shattered into pieces.

“P-plehehease...” he eventually whimpered, too exhausted to do anything more.

Recognizing that Kaito had reached his limit, Shuichi and Kokichi finally pulled back, coming to rest beside him on the bed.

“Are you alright?” 

Kaito leaned into the hand Shuichi placed on his cheek, grateful for its coolness against his burning skin. Opposite to Shuichi, Kokichi snuggled closer, pecking Kaito sweetly on the other cheek.

“Need a glass of water?” Kokichi offered. He immediately jumped to his feet when Kaito nodded. “Anything for my favorite space dork! I’ll just let Shuichi deal with the ropes!” he declared before scampering off.

Shuichi sighed, though fondness was written all over his face. He ultimately complied without even a hint of hesitation. 

Relieved, Kaito sagged into the mattress, lowering his arms to rub at his wrists. He’d be sure to get revenge later, but for now he was content to rest.

[prisperview]

Prisperview’s 2017 Year Reflection

Worldwide Favorites

Women’s March

Lady Gaga at Superbowl LI in Houston

Marriage legalization and improved LGBT+ Rights around the world

Solar Eclipse

Worldwide Worsts

Trump and most things American government

Hurricane Harvey and Irma

Neo Nazis

Hollywood Sexual Assault crackdown (but also positive because we acknowledged the individuals who spoke up about it)

Las Vegas, O2 Arena, and Sutherland Springs attack and all gun violence without reformed laws

Music

Favorite albums of 2017

Atom Bomb (1999) - The Strike (for some reason, this album doesn’t exist anymore?) | Fav Song: Atom Bomb

Christine And The Queens (2015) - Christine And The Queens (Heloise became my new style icon) | Fav song: Tilted

Live and Let Ghosts (2008) - Jukebox the Ghost (I listened to it multiple times a day) | Fav song: Victoria

Harry Styles - Harry Styles (who do you think I am of course its on the list) |Fav song: Woman

Flicker - Niall Horan (see above) |Fav song: On My Own

Something To Tell You - HAIM (new old favorites!) |Fav song: Little of Your Love

You - EP - dodie (never followed her before, but her music is great) |Fav song: In the Middle

Steven Universe Vol.1 (Original Soundtrack)- (because its Steven Universe) | Fav song: Peace and Love

The Best of Kate Miller-Heidke: Act One (2016) - KMH | Fav song: Australian Idol

Other favorite songs

Footloose - Kenny Loggins

State of Mind - Satchmode

Basically any song on the Footloose AU playlist

Anniversary - Autoheart (Top song of 2017 according to Spotify)

Liam and Louis’ solo songs/collabs

Sonsick - San Fermin

La La Land Soundtrack

All I Ask - Adele

Light Up by Mutemath

More songs by Jukebox the Ghost

Boom Boom - Donora

Moana Soundtrack

You Knew - Mother Falcon 

Philosophize In It! Chemicalize With It! - Kishi Bashi

You! Me! Dancing!  - Los Campesinos

Books

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Sáenz

The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon

I re-read An Invisible Sign of my Own by Aimee Bender

I finally finished the Harry Potter Series!

(Fanfics count too, right?)

I got into podfics:

In Dreams by dolce_piccante (podfic) - the first podfic I fell in love with

Naked and Proud by kiwikero (podfic) - absolutely hilarious. I listened to this while working on portfolio applications

The Bucky Barnes Recovery Project: A series by FrostyEmma - I was obsessed with this during the spring

I’d Rather Hear my Dog Bark at a Crow by sunsetmog - I never thought I’d be into Tomlinshaw (or this super NSFW fic dont @ me) but I was up for hours trying to read this in one sitting

Couer du soleil by messofgorgeouschaos - havent finished it yet, but easily a favorite (Ot5!)

YouTube/Podcasts

Dan and Phil - never thought I’d get back into them after 2013 but here I am and I’m having a good time

The Drawfee Channel 

SprinkleofChatter - Louise’s vlogs made doing my hair on Sunday mornings easier

TalkDirection (podcast)-  not listening as much as I used to, but Caitlin and Cara are still good, especially around Harry’s album release time

What Should We Draw? (podcast)

MBMBaM (podcast) - new favorites!

Movies

La La Land (2016)

Trolls (2016) - it was good okay? Anna Kendrick is an all time fav

Wonder Woman - duh

The Big Sick -even though I just saw it a few nights ago

The Wind Rises (2013) - a studio ghibli movie

The First Monday in May (2016) - a documentary about putting together The Met Ball

One Small Hitch (2013) - indie film I found cute

Me, Earl, and the Dying Girl (2015)

TV

Andi Mack - !!! that’s all I can say. 

Silver Spoon - 1 of the 2 anime I watched in the past year

Terrace House: Aloha State

Hjørdis - A short feel good series

Criminal Minds - my sister brought this into our house and its our new family show

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend - another show my sister brought up and we bond over it now

Stranger Things Season 2 

Voltron

Sherlock S4 - sucked

I watched a lot of Justice League/DC cartoons from the early 2000s to get ready for WW

Good Girls Revolt - though I never made it all the way through

Art

The DnP Terrarium!

LA LA Land gif

Got into an art school though I didn’t go (again)

Almost did a commission for someone

I did sell art!

Sold something on RedBubble

Fake music festival poster

Participating in the Phandom Big Bang

School

Finally started attending college

Got A’s in all classes. Out of 3 classes, don’t get excited

Learned more about Mathematics and coding

Life

Got closer to my sister

Brother moved out

Got back in touch with church

Reconnected with friend after 10 years

Found some hair solutions

I’m Bisexual! - that’s been creeping up on me since 8th grade and I finally ‘labeled’ it in 2016

Favorite Thrift Finds

Striped knit shirt

Brown ankle boots

Floral romper

Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink - a book I loved in 4th grade that I thought I’d never see again

Vermont Teddy Bear Factory Tee

One Direction Where We Are Tour 2014 shirt!!! - that I’ll only wear once a year on July 23

Wrap around skirt

Fancy too-short romper I have yet to wear

Friends

Getting ice cream w/ the gang over spring break

Spending multiple hours @ Fuddruckers catching up w/ church friends

Going to see Sorcerer’s Stone in concert with M and D

That day O and I spent together where I was in hysterics over making music with water bottles

Late nights with my sister watching CM

S’s Grad party

Getting my ears pierced with B

Learning to Longboard

Cold playground chat with C

The Park wth C even though I wanted to puke after the fireworks thing

Hours long talks and BG with T

Finding and connecting with A and everyone else in small group, especially K, G, and E

Getting to know Tumblr mutuals better and gaining some new internet acquaintances

Joyfuls

Going to the theater to see LA LA Land by myself

Finally painting the game room

Waking up at 2 am to listen to Sign of the Times live

I started learning to play the ukulele

Making colored queues

Camping with the college ministry

Birthday with church friends

B’s end-of-Summer get together

Made a Link costume for my first Halloween party ever

Not-as-Joyfuls

H’s suicide, other deaths at old school and 13 reasons why

That one confrontation by an older family “friend”  in July - ouch 

Not being able to do VBS

More hair loss

College upsets

Every single conversation I had w/ my parents about the future

Seeing my friends hurt

Things I’m looking forward to in 2018

Getting to know friends better

More art

I might make a zine

Finding more good music/movies

Reading more

The different opportunities I could take

The Winter Olympics

Getting out of my little area of Texas maybe?

Finishing my first year of college

Dogs :)

Anything else positive that the world throws at us ★