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birindale · 4 months

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Adventure of the Blue Diamond

Frosta learns about stranger danger, Catra blots out the 'daystar', and She-Ra smashes a priceless gem for no discernible reason.

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[Image Description: A cover and 14 comic pages from the She-Ra mini-comic, “Adventure of the Blue Diamond”.

Cover: She-Ra stands in a snowy field, staring at something. Double Trouble, Frosta, and Bow stand behind her, none of them dressed for cold weather. Bow has an arrow nocked, and his embedded ‘heart’ is situated low on his torso, more where a belly button would be. All parties look vaguely concerned. The ‘Princess of Power’ logo stands in sharp contrast to the indigo sky, while the title ‘Adventure of the Blue Diamond’ is a washed out azure with insufficient lining to read well against the lighter purple background and blue of Bow’s pants.

Page 1: A yellow text box reads, “The duties of the day behind her. PRINCESS ADORA indulges in a rare moment of quiet reflection. But her sweet peace is to be short lived… For all is not well in Etheria… ”

Adora is looking into a mirror, brushing her hair despite still wearing her crown and high-collared cape. She’s smiling peacefully.

Adora notices something in her reflection, pausing in her brushing.

What appears to be a window glows gold in the reflection of the mirror, and she stares at it with a concerned frown.

Kowl bursts into the room, frantic, calling, “Oh, fair princess, woe is me! DANGER! DANGER… all I see! QUICKLY! You must follow me! HOOT! HOOT!” Adora whips around to face him.

“Good heavens, Kowl! What IS the matter?” she asks. The words ‘Adventure of the Blue Diamond’ appear on a title scroll at the bottom of the page. ‘Blue Diamond’ is rendered as though made of cut gems.

End Page 1.

Page 2: “Just look and listen!” says Kowl, leading her to the open window of the Crystal Castle. A strong and ominous wind hisses outside.

“CATRA! Up to her old tricks! I’d recognize that voice anywhere!” says Adora, looking out into a gathering storm.

“She’s gone too far I fear! Etheria’s DOOM is all too near!” says Kowl.

“Not if I have anything to say about it!” says Adora, with a confident smile.

“BY THE HONOR OF GRAYSKULL… I AM SHE-RA!” she yells, holding the Sword of Protection aloft. Magic swirls around her, and the word ‘BOOM!’ is printed in big red letters. Her crown inverts, but does not cover her eyes as a mask.

“I must find the source of this dark trouble at once! Kowl, summon BOW and DOUBLE TROUBLE… quickly… I’ll need their HELP!” She-Ra says to Kowl.

End Page 2.

Page 3: A yellow caption box reads, “Moments later…” and we see that it’s begun to snow. A large vehicle with lepidopteran wings, somewhere between the Butterflyer and the Flutter Plane in design but colored to match Double Trouble’s outfit, is parked in front of the Crystal Castle, where She-Ra meets with her allies.

“Brave Bow, far greater is the force of Catra’s folly this day than I have ever seen it! I know not the SOURCE of her dark powers, but we must NOT let her EVIL TREACHERY SUCCEED!” says She-Ra.

“Never have I seen Etheria look more DESOLATE and DREARY! Whatever Catra’s up to… It must be a vile TRICK indeed!” says Bow.

“She-Ra, surely you must have some sort of PLAN!” says Double Trouble.

“Indeed I do and much of it depends on you, Double Trouble., with your SPY DISGUISE you can make it into Catra’s camp UNDETECTED! GO NOW and discover for me just what wretched scheme that fiendish feline has up her sleeve!” says She-Ra.

Double Trouble stands with her hands on her hips, wind buffeting Bow behind her. “And when I have your answer?” she asks.

“Then send a SIGNAL skyward. The FLUTTER PLANE will bring Bow and me to your side in a but a moment!” says She-Ra, so apparently that is in fact the Flutter Plane, just riffing on the earlier two-seater concept art that Filmation discarded and Mattel never produced. Cool.

A yellow caption box reads, “A clever scout, Double Trouble soon finds herself on the evil Catra’s trail…” and we see Double Trouble slogging through the snow, following a very neat and precise course.

“FOOT PRINTS! Catra has been here all right!” she says, following them as it continues to snow. The ground is now completely covered.

End Page 3.

Page 4: “... and up ahead… a CAVE!” says Double Trouble, trudging through even deeper snow, approaching, you guessed it, a cave. “If I don’t miss my guess, the SINISTER FELINE seeks shelter from the storm inside!”

“Just as I suspected! BUT WAIT… What’s this? The fiendish feline holds a PRISONER!” Double Trouble thinks to herself, peering into the cave to see an exultant Catra, wearing a silver fur cloak, gloating over a woman with long blue hair tied to a stalagmite.

“AT LAST! The treasured SNOW CAPE and its powerful SECRETS are mine… ALL MINE!” says Catra.

End Page 4.

Page 5: “HELP! Somebody HELP ME!” yells the prisoner. Catra smiles dismissively and pulls out her mask and says, “FROSTA, my dear, you are a FOOL! There is no one to hear your cries, nor anyone to interfere with thissss…

“My most diabolical plot to SEIZE CONTROL of all Etheria!” she declares, putting on her mask.

The space between panels reads, “Unleashed by Catra’s evil threats, Double Trouble CHANGES into her SPY DISGUISE - a face that Catra recognizes as a FRIEND!” followed by a four-panel sequence of Double Trouble shifting into evil mode.

“CATRA! What have we here?” she asks.

“WHA…? Oh it’s you, Double Trouble!” says Catra. “This foolish girl has given me her precious SNOW CAPE, and with its secrets, Etheria will soon be MINE!”

End Page 5.

Page 6:

“HOW? What secrets? Tell me your plan!” says Double Trouble.

“I took Frosta’s powerful WAND and FROZE ETHERIA!” says Catra. “But its freezing effect is only temporary! Fear not, friend—I’ve discovered a MAP in her cape that will lead me to the BLUE ICE DIAMOND! And I will have the power to freeze Etheria FOREVER!”

“Double Trouble, guard Frosta until I return!” says Catra, running from the cave.

A yellow caption box reads, “Above Etheria’s moonlit horizon, Bow and She-Ra watch… and wait…” and we see the Flutter Plane flying over a snow-covered landscape.

“LOOK THERE! It’s Double Trouble’s SIGNAL!” says Bow, pointing at a flare of magic from the pilot’s seat.

“GOOD! Let’s take ‘er down…” says She-Ra.

End Page 6.

Page 7: “She-Ra, Etheris is in the greatest PERIL! Frosta, QUICKLY, you must tell She-Ra everything you know!” says Double Trouble, as she emerges from the cave, supporting Frosta. Bow and She-Ra run towards her.

“So LONELY have I been here, in the frozen north, for Catra’s TRICKERY I was an easy mark! A day ago, she befriended me… but it has COST me DEARLY!” says Frosta, beginning to cry. Double Trouble holds her closer in support.

“Go on, tell her about the SNOW CAPE!” she urges.

“Foolishly, I GAVE my snow cape to Catra in exchange for her company! Inside the cape, there is a map that will lead her to the Blue Ice Diamond!” says Frosta, dripping tears.

“THE BLUE ICE DIAMOND! Catra will use the gemstone’s powerful magic to turn Etheria into a frozen wasteland FOREVER! We must STOP her!” says She-Ra, evidently horrified.

A yellow caption box reads, “With Frosta in the lead, She-Ra and her stalwart cohorts race across the Dreaming Mountain! But can they reach the Blue Ice Diamond in time?”

The Flutter Plane flies overhead while Double Trouble and Frosta (who has been mistakenly colored to look like She-Ra) ride in another vessel. It’s a sailing sledge (an iceboat meant for dry land) with an unstayed mast & single lateen sail, long and narrow in the style of a stereotypical viking ship, complete with an ornate figurehead of a bird of prey. The entire ship is a similar shade of green to Double Trouble, including the sail, which is feather-patterned. There are struts visible in later panels which confirm this is a sleigh and not a magical land-ship of some kind. The whole thing is reminiscent of the Sea Harp in shape, but that hasn't been designed yet.

End Page 7.

Page 8: A yellow caption box reads, “... or does Catra ALREADY hold Etheria’s fate in her grasp?” as Catra gloats over a gem, which glows a vivid green.

“CATRA!” shouts Frosta, now colored correctly, “HALT! Or I shall FREEZE you where you stand!” She climbs from the sailing sledge and brandishes her Snowflake Wand (which is really more of a staff).

“You’re TOO LATE Frosta… TOO LATE!” Catra calls back, lifting a faceted gem to her face as she smiles in evil glee.

End Page 8.

Page 9: “LOOK! Etheria’s bright daystar DIMS even as I speak, and a CLOAK OF DARKNESS SWEEPS THE LAND!” she yells, gesturing at what I think it’s safe to assume is a sun and not the planet Venus because it’s flipping huge, “Soon I shall rule FOREVER!”

“WHISSSSHHHH,” goes the Snowflake Wand, which now more resembles a scepter, then “ZZZAAA,” in a spidery, electric sort of style. Sparkles emerge from the wand and Frosta looks pretty pissed.

“--KRAKK!” finish the onomatopoeia, as we return to Catra, who’s surrounded by sparkles as the sun darkens behind her.

We zoom in closer to reveal she’s frozen solid, still cackling.

The focus shifts to the sun, now completely dark.

End Page 9.

Page 10: Frosta falls to her knees in despair, burying her face in her hands as Double Trouble tries to comfort her. In the background, the Flutter Plane lands and She-Ra leaps from within.

“Oh She-Ra, I have FAILED! There is NOTHING we can do to save Etheria from darkness… it’s all MY FAULT!” sobs Frosta as She-Ra lays a supportive hand on her shoulder.

She-Ra doesn’t respond immediately, trudging over to Catra as Bow reaches the sledge.

“Perhaps there is MORE to this blue ice diamond than meets the eye!” She-Ra says, plucking the gem from the frozen Catra’s grasp.

“BOW! Stand fast and make ready an arrow! I have an idea!” she calls back over her shoulder. Bow moves forward obediently. Frosta is still kneeling in the snow and Double Trouble’s still in the sledge.

End Page 10.

Page 11: “The SECRET of this gemstone’s POWER may lie WITHIN…” says She-Ra, setting the blue ice diamond atop a rock.

She lifts her sword. In this panel and the next, she’s shown with her inverted crown functioning as a mask. “... so, if we CRACK it…”

She brings the Sword of Protection down with a huge “SMASH!”

“... we can set its magic FREE!” she finishes, revealing that there was a second, smaller diamond inside the first diamond, matryoshka doll style. For some reason.

“Now, let your arrow FLY!” she says to Bow, as he ties this smaller diamond to an arrow. It glows a soft yellow. She-Ra’s crown is no longer a mask.

End page 11.

Page 12: Bow aims directly at the darkened sun.

We get a close-up of his face, deep in concentration, as he releases the arrow with a loud “SPUNGG!”

The arrow sails towards the sun.

Double Trouble, Frosta, and Bow look on. Bow lowers his bow.

The arrow disappears from sight, leaving only the darkness and the blotted daystar.

Double Trouble, Frosta, Bow, and She-Ra watch in silence.

The sun remains dark

End page 12.

Page 13: “BULL’SEYE!” hollers Bow, lifting his bow to the sky in jubilation as the sun goes “BUH WHOOM!” and begins emitting light once more. He slings a celebratory arm around Frosta’s waist, like he means to hug her but is just too excited about archery to bother.

Catra begins to defrost beneath the heat of the sun.

She comes to staring at her now-empty hand, startled and soaking wet from the melted ice, the snow cape falling from her shoulders. We see that beneath the snow, this was some kind of arid plain, which contradicts its earlier description as being the “Dreaming Mountain”, as the Dreaming Mountains are the home of Castle Chill (and thus, chilly) from Filmation.

“CURSES! FOILED AGAIN!” shouts Catra, sprinting into the distance.

End Page 13.

Page 14: “YOU’VE DONE IT! The daystar glows brighter than ever!” says Frosta, clapping her hands together in delight.

“Etheria is SAFE once more and I am FREE at last of Catra’s EVIL MAGIC!” she says, holding her snow cape over one shoulder like a jock with a letterman jacket.

“Yes—Etheria is SAFE and BEAUTIFUL once more!” says She-Ra, walking over to her.

“Bow, Double Trouble, time to go! The CRYSTAL CASTLE and NEW ADVENTURES await!” says She-Ra, looking over her shoulder to her friends.

“But WAIT! How can I ever REPAY your kindness? Perhaps my coat…?” says Frosta, holding the snow cape out to She-Ra as Double Trouble and Bow climb into the Flutter Plane.

“Fair Frosta—haven’t you learned a moral after all that’s happened? REMEMBER THIS!” says She-Ra:

“FRIENDSHIP can’t be bought or sold… it must come from the HEART! And from OUR hearts to YOURS—a friendship that’s EVERLASTING!” says She-Ra, in the traditional red text they use for morals. Everybody smiles at each other.

The End.

End of Page 14.

Back Cover: The “Princess of Power” logo, with the text “Collect Princess of Power (trademarked) Dolls & Accessories! Each Sold Separately.

Cardback illustrations for She-Ra the “most powerful woman in the universe”, Bow the “special friend”, Double Trouble the “glamorous double-agent”, Frosta the “Ice Empress of Etheria”, Catra the “Jealous Beauty”, Castaspella the “Enchantress who hypnotizes”, Kowl “The Know-It-Owl”, Angella the “Angelic winged guide”, and Glimmer the “Guide who lights the way”.

Illustrations copyright Mattel Inc., 1984. Hawthorne, CA 90250 U.S.A.

0007-5220

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peachpassionfruit · 10 months

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if it wasn’t for the nights!

🏹 01. welcome home cheater

You were completely lost.

The airport was a big, confusing maze of walkways and people. It was filled with raucous noise, with the wheels of suitcases scuffing the tile and squeaking of shoes alluding to fast-paced footsteps. You hardly had any idea where you were going, standing motionlessly in a sea of others desperate to get to a destination. You, on the other hand, couldn’t even interpret signs to find the baggage claim.

Scanning your surroundings desperately, your eyes landed on someone in a familiar dark vest. Underneath, he wore a simple white button-up, but it was the logo on the thick vest that caught your attention. It was a blue-purple, six-pointed golden star, with stitched text around it. It read “Teyvat University”.

In a flurry of desperation, you tapped on their shoulder, grabbing their reluctant attention. It was a boy with deep indigo hair and eyes to match; ones that bore into your gaze with a harsh stare.

“Hi! I’m a new student, going to Teyvat University, and I just need some help… I’m super confused and—” You began, but his cold stare was unwavering. He stood still, not responding, before abruptly turning around and leaving you with no answers. You grumbled silently, pulling up your phone to search for some directions.

Eventually, you navigated your way to baggage claim, picking up multiple heavy suitcases and dragging them outside the airport. The view left you breathless. A grand city, unlike any other. Skyscrapers reached so high into the sky, you thought their tips could touch the stars. It was a hazy blur of bright, flashing lights, multitudes of people walking to and from, and cars whizzing by on the road. You pulled your attention back, trying to hail a cab.

Ultimately, the attempt led to no avail. You stood, completely helpless, in an entirely new city. Perhaps you hadn’t planned this as well as you thought you had. Pulling up a map on your phone, you began to trace lines of the road, trying to navigate a way to a bus stop or some sort of public transit.

You followed signs to a sort of subway line, smiling and internally thanking the grace of the Archons for allowing you to get this far in a new city unscathed. Or so you thought.

Moving to cross a road, you thought you had enough time between cars to make it to the other side. Your estimation was proven false when a dark car squealed in front of you, hitting the brakes as quick and hard as they could. You gasped, leaping backward, though your feet stumbled over each other and you fell on the asphalt, groaning.

Car doors flung open and as the two people in it rushed to check on you. The driver and a younger girl, seemingly around your age.

“Are you alright?” The girl asked, her voice frantic, though the words were comforting. Your fear melted away with a few simple words, and you nodded, carefully getting up with her help. “Is there anything we can do? I’m so, so sorry—”

“Actually… I’m new, to the city, and… to Teyvat University? Do you know how I could get there?” You asked, and when you took in the person’s appearance, you saw they had a pretty bag with a familiar patch shown on. The glittering six-pointed star. You sighed, and the person smiled.

She had pale pink hair, fading to a baby blue at the ends, and her lavender eyes held a friendly and welcoming gaze. She smiled, gently, and motioned to the car behind her.

“I’m a student, too. I’d be happy to give you a ride.” She said. You broke out into a wide, ecstatic smile, thanking her profusely as you walked over. Her driver helped you load your bags into the trunk, and you sat serenely in the backseat, pulling out your phone.

“I didn’t get your name, what was it?” The girl asked, looking over at you.

“I’m Y/N! And you are…”

“I’m Kokomi. It’s very nice to meet you. You transferred here, yes?”

“Something like that. I’m from Mondstadt, originally. My boyfriend goes here, so I decided to apply. And I got in! Though, he doesn’t know yet, but…” You spoke, and cut yourself off when you realized you were rambling. Her eyes sparkled at you, a smile prominent on her face.

“Oh, really?” Kokomi laughed. It was a comforting noise. “He doesn’t know? When are you going to tell him?”

“There’s a welcome party tonight, right? I was planning to surprise him there.” You smiled back. She chuckled.

“Ah, that’s amazing.”

“Are you seeing anyone?” You cocked your head, just posing an innocent question. Her smile faded a bit, though she wasn’t upset.

“It’s… complicated.”

“I can help. I’m sort of a matchmaker.”

“Really?” Kokomi raised an eyebrow, her smile growing once again. “It’s just… difficult. It wasn’t too serious, and can’t exactly be. Not a big deal.”

“Why not?” You prodded, and she shot a playful glare at you.

“You seem lovely, Y/N. But we just met.” She replied, and you nodded, not pushing the subject any further.

You set your phone down, attempting to stave off the frenzied messages from your friends about your accident of a rooming situation. Whatever mishap had occurred, you’d take care of it later. For now, your mind was too focused on the fact that you’d be seeing your boyfriend shortly. And he looked hot.

Your nerves were on fire. Not only would you be seeing him, but you’d be seeing him for the rest of the year. You could finally be close to him and function like a normal, not long-distance couple. You hoped you looked good for him, and that one thing might lead to another and…

You shook the thoughts out of your mind, patting down the wrinkles in your dress. Deciding you were ready, you left your dorm, making your way out of the dorm and to the event hall on campus. It was extremely grandiose; the lights were dimmed and tinted a deep blue, fancy white tables strewn out throughout the room. There were pastry towers and layouts of food, people in spread out clumps with elegant glasses of sparkling drinks, and speakers playing chill music.

Walking in, you immediately spotted your friends at a vacant table. Excitedly moving over to greet them, you were unaware of a person crossing your path. You collided harshly, stumbling back, and the person spilling their drink on the floor.

“Watch where you’re going.” They spat, and you huffed. Looking up, you saw a familiar face, with a head of indigo hair and those eyes to match. You narrowed your eyes, shooting him a sharp glare.

“So, you can speak.” You hissed. Two figures came up behind him, patting him on the shoulder as if to pull him back to reality.

“Ignore him, he hardly has any manners.” Another voice sounded. That friend had strikingly white hair and blood-orange eyes, the other having green-blue hair and amber eyes. The latter didn’t look too friendly; the former, though having a commanding voice, didn’t seem as intimidating as he sounded.

“Oh. Childe’s here.” The one with the green-blue hair said, averting his gaze to the entrance. The sound of his name immediately made you perk up, turning around to confirm it was true.

There he was.

He elegantly strolled in, clad in the suit you knew he’d be wearing. His dark orange hair was silky and fluffy, his blue eyes bright with happiness. Without a second thought, you made a break in his direction, his expression lighting up once he saw you.

“Y/N?” He exclaimed, though it wasn’t much of a question. He immediately held you in a tight embrace, burying his head into the crook of your neck. It was a mostly wordless embrace, and much didn’t need to be said. Pulling away slightly, you stared at him, just taking in his presence. He was beaming, eyes flickering to your lips, then leaning in for the first kiss in a long time.

Before he could, he was pulled away.

“Childe.” A stern, feminine voice said.

He froze at the sound, body stiffening against you. He stumbled back against an outer grip, and once your eyes refocused off his face, you glanced over at the other person.

“Kokomi?” You questioned, looking at the pink-haired girl. The pink-haired girl, whose hand was on… your boyfriend’s arm? Holding onto him? Kokomi and Childe… “What’s going on here?”

“This is Childe. My boyfriend.” Kokomi said, voice ice-cold.

“Boyfriend? The… one you were talking about?” You muttered, voice breaking with emotion. Childe’s eyes widened, looking between you and Kokomi.

“You know each other? Wait—” Childe began, but you cut him off.

“You’re cheating on me? And her?” You questioned, staring him down. You didn’t know how you were feeling right now. Confused? Hurt? Betrayed? There had to be some sort of explanation for this. There was no way…

“Y/N. He’s cheating on you. I knew about you already. I just didn’t know you were you earlier.” Kokomi shrugged, and you swallowed back a sob that dared to come out of your choked up throat.

“Y/N, please… I can explain.” Childe tried, but you ignored him.

At once, you ran out of the room, expecting him to follow. But he didn’t.

Here you were. In a new city, at a new school, here for your boyfriend, who you just found out had cheated on you. You suddenly knew how you felt. Alone.

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🏹 notes … so so sorry for the writing heavy chapter. just trying to get some more exposition and play out the actual plot of xo, kitty 🙏🙏 rewatching as we speak to remember the exact events and make sure i’m semi accurate although it’s just inspired not gonna copy every event exactly just the premise of it. but oh well more sm later chapters i promise + ignore timestamps

🏹 taglist … still not closed!! just msg/comment to be added! although ngl i may not respond to comments bc i fucked up and idk tumblr so when i respond it shows it as my main blog oops @alisonyus @tiddieshakeshownu @lxkeeeee @sheraeera @sketcheeee @sukunasrealgf @sweet-seraphim @ulquiorraswife @scaramochi-lover

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queersilcozine · 11 months

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LINK DIRECTLY TO THE APPLICATION FORM

LINK TO OUR LINK-TREE

[Image ID: a set of 2 images, all with a black background and golden art deco graphics in the four corners. The first one features an altered screenshot from Arcane - Silco sitting in his office with his profile to the camera. Behind him is the large circular window. An inclusive LGBTQ flag is superimposed behind the window and colourful rays of the rainbow spread over the image in low opacity. Golden text in an art deco font reads: APPLICATIONS ARE NOW OPEN. The rest of the images feature white art deco font text that read the rules of the Zine. The full text can be found below. The last image features the SILCO QUEER ZINE logo in gold and rainbow colours and art deco font on the bottom centre. /end if ID]

FULL TEXT:

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Today, our online application forms are officially open. If you'd like to partake in this project, please follow one of the links in the description below. If you need any form of assistance or additional information, DM us on Twitter, Tumblr, Discord, or Instagram.

In the description of this post are attached two links (on Instagram, the links are in the account's profile). One leads you directly to the online application form, the other to a collection of compiled information - Zine's rules and conditions (which you will need to review before joining) and their PDF version, links to our social media, and the link to the aforementioned online form. You must read and agree to the rules and fill out the application form in order to partake in the Zine.

Applications will be open from the 6th of June till the 6th of July. The creation process will span from mid-July to October, and the finished zine will be released digitally for free.

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NOTES:

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The form will ask you to submit an example of your work. This example doesn't have to be current, Arcane or Silco related, but it should represent you and ideally should contain some for of queer themes. This example is NOT a quality check, it only serves to help the mods get better idea of who you are and what you make.

The form will ask you to tell us what will you be creating. This doesn't have to be a full, coherent summary or a pitch, we would only like to know the approximate extend of your contribution. Your idea can change later as well, it isn't the final draft.

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eddiesgorlie · 1 year

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He’s So Lana Pt.2

Read part one here!

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The clock ticked so slowly as I waited to close the shop. I read and reread Austins text a million times and it never failed to make me smile and butterflies swarm my tummy. Just those simple words “Dinner at my place at eight?” I kept running it through my head and counting down the seconds. The clock ticked six and I closed the shop in record time, forgetting about sweeping and shutting the computer down. I tossed my bag into the passenger seat of my VW bug and jumped in the front seat, the radio blaring The Beatles as soon as I turned the key.

I didn’t make it home until 6:30 and after calculating, Austins house was a 30 minute drive with traffic so I only had an hour. I only had an hour to pick out an outfit and do my makeup and hair. I quickly ran to my closet and after what seemed to be throwing every single article of clothing on my floor I decided on my all time favorite, holy grail vintage clothing piece, my 70’s Gunne Sax white v-neck midi dress. It had beautiful little purple lavender flowers on it, crystal buttons and lace straps and I matched it with a purple cardigan. I decided to do my hair and makeup first to protect the dress from any possible makeup spills.

I put my hair up in a very loose high ponytail and just put on light pink eyeshadow, mascara and a wine colored lipstick. I looked at the clock to see I had 10 minutes until I had to leave so I quickly took the dress out of its garment bag and pulled it on, matching it with purple Candies heels. I had just enough time to grab a basket and run out to my garden to put together a harvest basket for him. Mom always told me to never show up to a hosts home empty handed.

I put a couple oranges and apples in the basket and a tomato. I clipped some flowers and herbs and added them to the basket and went back inside. I grabbed a jar of blackberry jam and a jar of wine mustard I made the other day. I finished it off by wrapping a fresh loaf of zucchini bread in a cloth and laying it in the basket.

I grabbed my patchwork purse and the basket and ran out of the door. Quickly running back in once I realized I forgot my keys… and to lock the door.

I was incredibly nervous the entire drive. Would he not like my outfit? Or my car? Or not like me? He had only met me for a short time while I was working but what if really getting to know me scared him away like many before him. Dates always had me nervous after my last boyfriend. He was a gentleman and so nice during the first few months but after a while, he became cruel and violent. I have the scars to prove it.

My GPS told me to take a right which a came to a complete stop as I looked at the road to my right. It was gravel and wooded all around. I sighed and hoped the gravel wouldn’t destroy my 1967 VW. I drove slowly and continued to monitor my GPS when it told me the destination was on my left. I didn’t see anything so I drove a little further until a large farmhouse came into view. I parked, grabbed the basket and my purse and walked up to the door, knocking twice before stepping back.

I heard some movement in the house and could see a figure through the stained glass window. The door opened and there he was, wearing a blue apron over his dark jeans and blue denim-like long sleeve button up. “Hi.” I said. “Hey, come on in.” He smiled. I nodded and walked in the house. “Here you go. Thank you for inviting me over.” I smiled, handing him the basket. “Oh of course. You didn’t have to bring anything.” He said, moving somethings around to look at all the items in the basket. “My mom always told me to never arrive at someone’s home empty handed. And its just some things from my garden or made from things from my garden.” I smiled. “I’ve never gotten something this thoughtful.” He smiled. “I hope you like everything.” I said. “I know I will. Come on in, make yourself at home. Dinner is almost done.” He said. I followed him into the kitchen and sat at one of the barstools and watched him cook.

“I have never been on a date with a guy that can cook.” I smiled. “Really? I think more people should try to learn to cook, I really enjoy it.” He said. “I’m definitely more of a baker than chef but I know enough to survive.” I laughed. “Baking is an entire new territory I am yet to conquer.” He said. “What’s your favorite thing to cook?” I asked. “Well, my comfort food is just a simple peanut butter and jelly sandwich, but I really enjoy making sourdough grilled cheese and homemade tomato soup.” He said. “Is that what you’re making now?” I asked. “Yeah, is that alright? I didn’t realize how low I was on ingredients until I started cooking.” He laughed. “That sounds wonderful.” I smiled.

He grabbed some cream from the fridge and added it to the soup. “I told you about my family, I’d love to hear about yours.” I said. “Well, I have an older sister, she moved states a couple of years ago and my dad still lives here.” He said. “Have you always lived here in California?” I asked. “Yep, I lived in New York for a little while I was on broadway but I missed this place more than anything.” He said. “So a Cali boy through and through. Do you surf?” I asked. “I tried a couple times but was never successful. I want to try again sometime.” He said. “It’s a lot of fun. My dad taught me.” I said. “I have an extra board, if you want I can take you out sometime and teach you! Its like riding a bike.” I smiled. “I’d really like that.” He said. “You’re going to love it. Maybe one of the times, I can bring my dad so you can learn from the master himself. He hasn’t been out on the water since mom passed so I think it’d be great for him.” I said. “Sorry, that was weird.” I said with a nervous laugh. “No, I think that would be a really great time.” He smiled.

I nodded. After that there was an awkward pause. Damnit, I blew it. I got too comfortable and blew it. “When did you lose your mom?” He asked quietly. “When I was 24, so almost 3 years ago.” I said. He nodded. “When did you lose yours?” I asked. He looked up with a confused and sad look. “How’d you know?” He asked. “I can just tell, there’s apart of you thats lost, searching for something.” I said. “I was 23.” He said. I could tell they were close and that it was a fragile subject for him. “Look at us, two half orphans.” I said, reaching over the counter and stroking his hand.

He took the grilled cheese off of the stove and put them on plates and grabbed bowls for the soup. “Do you have pets?” I asked. “I don’t. I really want a dog though.” He said. “Do you like cats?” I asked. “You know, I’ve never had a pet cat before.” He said. “I have cats. They are the lights of my life.” I laughed. “Cats.. plural?” He laughed. “Yep. I have well um…” I sighed. “2?” He asked. I shook my head. “4?” He asked. “5?” I shook my head. “Oh my. 6?” He laughed. “Close enough. 6 are mine and one just lives with me.” I laughed. “Tell me, how’d you get all of these cats?” He asked. “Well, I found Moe, Larry and Curly on the side of the highway in a bag when they were kittens, Lieutenant Dan showed up in my backyard and he was missing his front paws, Moe ended up being a girl and two kittens, Mercury and Styles and the one that lives with me was my moms cat, she’s a Maine coon named Zeus and weighs 25 pounds.” I said, holding back my laughter. “Oh my, thats a lot of cats.” He said, joining in on my laughter. “I’ll have to meet these cats. But first, is that a cat scratch on your arm?” He asked, referring to the vertical scar on my wrist. “Oh no no, they aren’t aggressive!” I reassured. He smiled.

He spooned the soup into two bowls and put the grilled cheese’s on plates. He grabbed silverware and napkins and set a bowl in front of me, the other on the placemat next to me. “So how’d you get into the record business?” He asked as he sat next to me. “So my parents had a college fund set aside for me, it was enough to go to any school I wanted and get any degree I wanted but of course, me being me, I took all the money and bought the building that is now Lucy In The Sky. My parents of course weren’t to happy about that and thought it’d would be better if I moved out so I moved in with my boyfriend at the time, he was horrible so that pushed me to spend most of my time working on remodeling the shop and hunting for cheap records to buy to get started. It was a journey but now somehow I am the owner of the most successful used record store in California.” I laughed. “That’s amazing. Did your parents ever get over it?” He asked. “I don’t think completely but we became closer again a couple years ago. I think my dad is proud now.” I said. “He should be. You built that all yourself.” He said. “With his money.” I laughed. “But if you didn’t put the work it, money or no money it wouldn’t have mattered.” He said. “I guess you have a point.” I smiled. I dipped the grilled cheese in the soup and took a bite. “Holy shit, that’s amazing.” I said, covering my mouth as I ate. “I’m glad you like it.” Austin said. “Like it? Like it?? This is like death row final meal choice quality!” I said, taking another bite. “Oh it gets better each bite.” I said.

“Tell me, what’d you think of Lana?” I asked. “I honestly don’t know how I’ve gone this long without listening to her.” He said. “Favorite song on the album?” I asked. “Born to die and National Anthem had really nice feels to them but Video Games was an out of body experience.” He said. “That is literally the only way to describe Video Games. That song got me through a lot.” I smiled. “I can tell her music means a lot to you.” He said. “It really does. In the entire shop, she is the only artist we sell new vinyl of.” I said. “I can see why. Her music is lovely. It draws you in like a siren’s song.” He said. “You have a way with words, Austin. Do you write?” I asked. “Thank you. I try to journal everyday but I’ve never written anything serious before.” He said. “You really should. You have the words of a poet.” I said. “Do you write?” He asked. “Yeah, its the only way I can express myself when I’ve feeling stressed or sad, or even happy.” I said. “Thats so beautiful.” He smiled.

We spent the next half hour talking about his upcoming Elvis role along with many other things. “How about we go in the living room and listen to some music?” He asked. “I’d love to but at least let me help with the dishes first.” I said. “Nope, I simply can not allow such a beautiful woman help clean up.” He smiled as he held his hand out. I blushed as I grabbed his hand and we walked into the living room. “Oh no way you have a Rega!” I squealed as I took in his record player and stereo system. “Is that a good one? I picked it up at a place downtown. Your shop doesn’t have record players, right?” He asked. “Its a great one, I’d definitely own one if I could afford it. I’m more of an audio technica gal. And nope, we don’t. Not enough profit.” I said. “Gotcha.” He said. “Do you mind if I?” I asked. “Not at all, go crazy.” He said.

I got down on my knees and turned the receiver on and picked up a record from his shelf. I grabbed Abbey Road. “A classic.” He smiled. “Yes it is.” I said as placed it on the turntable and placed the tone arm down on She Came In Through The Bathroom Window. I let my body flow and move to the music, smiling at Austin as I turned. I reached my hand out to him. “I’m not much of a dancer.” He laughed. “Well we better fix that, soon to be Mr. Presley.” I said as I pulled him up.

I guided him in the movements through the rest of the song. We laughed as he spun me and I came crashing into his chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso as we rocked back and fourth. People would say we honestly looked insane if they say us. I was just happy.

We sat down on the couch as Golden Slumbers came on and I sat down next to him, a slight distance between us as I closed my eyes swayed. “Sleep pretty darlin’ do not cry.” I mouthed. “My mom sang this to me as a lullaby.” I smiled. “Thats beautiful.” He said. I watched as he pretended to yawn and then laid his arm over my shoulders. I leaned into him a little as I tried not to laugh. “That was so lame.” I giggled. “It really was. That was my go to move as a teenager.” He said laughing. I comfortably laid on his chest until the end of the album. “Lets see what else ya’ got.” I smiled as I stood up and went back over to his albums. I put Abbey road back into its sleeve and put it away. “Got any Pink Floyd?” I asked. “I don’t think so.” He said. “Darn, you have a great collection beside the missing Floyd.” I said. “I’d love to see your collection sometime.” He said. “You’ve seen it.” I said. “Hm?” He asked. “The store is my collection. If I have something I want to listen to, I grab it from the store and then put it back on sale.” I said. “That’s actually really smart.” He smiled. “I know, right?” I laughed.

I pulled a record from the shelf and set it on the turntable. The sounds of Lana Del Rey’s Video Games came over the speakers. I sat back down next to him and leaned on his shoulder. I looked up at him, his eyes were closed and lips parted as he listened to the song. “She’s ethereal, isn’t she.” I smiled. “I think you’re ethereal.” He said, looking down at me. I blinked for a moment as I took in his words. I sat up, my legs straddling his. “You’re so beautiful.” He whispered. I looked down as I blushed. His hand came up and lifted my chin to look at him. “Don’t get shy on me.” He said. He pushed my hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear. My heart took over as I flew forward and placed a heavy kiss on his lips. His hands buried in my hair and pulled me impossibly closer as my heart felt as though it was beating out of my chest. His thumb brushed against my bottom lip once I pulled away. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He smiled. “Not bad yourself.” I smiled.

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Late Night Texts

my brain won’t shut up and it’s 6am so here u go, a little fic thing based off of this concept i posted literally 2 hours ago bc i have no chill

dream is overly exhausted and can’t sleep, so he texts someone who can help him

(lee!dream / ler!sapnap : 1.1k words)

Another toss, another turn, another grunt of frustration. No matter what he did, Dream couldn’t get himself to fall asleep. He was so exhausted yet had so much pent up energy that it wasn’t allowing him to fully relax. The blonde had tried everything; he had put on some netflix to try and distract himself, he scrolled through his twitter feed, he even tried some asmr - nothing was working.

Eventually he settled on playing some rain sounds on youtube, the 10 hour storm compilation lighting up the room every time there was a strike of lightning on the screen. Dream had also opted to turn on his galaxy light, turning over to star up at the dim purple and blue lights covering his ceiling.

He was sure that this would work. It had to work. He was in the comfiest bed he’d ever been in, had the most soothing sounds and sights going, and his eyes were so tired they burned. But much to his disappointment, it still wasn’t enough.

“What the fuck.” Dream let out a mumble as he turned to lay on his stomach, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes both from the frustration and how absolutely worn out he was. He picked up his phone once more, seeing that it was only 2AM.

Suddenly, a thought popped into his head that made him blush - he couldn’t, could he? Surely the other boy was asleep. He’d been traveling and socializing for days as well, if not weeks. There was no way he could bother him; this was a problem Dream had to solve for himself, he decided. But when another half hour went by of more tossing and turning, he decided to drop his pride and do it anyway.

“Can you do the thing?” He squinted at the bright screen, finger hovering over the send button for a moment before taking a deep breath and pressing down, hearing the whirl of the message going through.

He was met with instant regret, dropping his phone onto the mattress and cursing himself for texting his best friend in the middle of the night like some booty call. Dream buried his face into his pillow, face warm with embarrassment that he’d even asked for help at all.

His brain would’ve kept running with this narrative had he not heard a tiny knock on his door followed by the click of it opening and someone shuffling inside. Dream kept his head buried into the pillow as he felt the bed dip, followed by a warm body pressed up against his side.

“Hey Dreamie, you okay?” he heard the younger boys voice from behind him, Sapnap speaking incredibly soft and kind through the darkness. Dream shrugged in response, letting out a deeper breath as he turned his head the opposite way to face Sapnap.

“Just can’t sleep.” the blonde mumbled, feeling even more sheepish than before. The brunette gave him a sad smile and an understanding nod before reaching a hand out and gently moving a stray curl that had fallen over his right eye, letting out a huff of air through his nose when Sapnap’s hand grazed his cheek.

“Too tired to sleep, huh?” Sapnap questioned, getting a sleepy nod and a yawn from the taller boy in response. “I can help with that.”

Dream nodded once more, scooting himself even closer to Sapnap to feel the calming warmth that was radiating from him. He closed his eyes as he felt Sapnap run a hand under his shirt across his back, dragging the shirt up with him as his hand traced higher and higher. Eventually Sapnap tapped at the collar of his shirt and Dream understood immediately, leaning up on an elbow as he reached behind his head and grabbed the fabric, pulling it over his head and chucking it somewhere across the room. He felt goosebumps the minute Sapnap’s hand touched down to resume the tracing.

The younger boy giggled at that, loving when he was able to make Dream shiver from the lightest touches. Even through the dim purple and blue hues of the galaxy light Sapnap could tell the boy was blushing, a wobbly smile forming on his face as the fingers on his back traced up and down his spine slowly. Another shiver and suddenly a quiet giggle had fallen from Dream’s lips, followed by a few more with some squeaks mixed it.

It tickled. It definitely tickled, but Dream didn’t mind. He loved how Sapnap knew just how to make the tickles relaxing, not as unbearable as if he was tickling Dream to pieces. The swirls around his shoulder blades produced more goosebumps as Sapnap continued to skitter his fingers up to his shoulders, another little squeal escaping him when they reached up to play with the curls at the base of his neck. Sapnap let himself turn to the side, looking up at the lights as he listened to Dream’s little chirps and giggles. He yawned himself, finding the storm sounds to be incredibly soothing.

The brunette began cooing over Dream, giving him light praise about how well he’s been doing since the face reveal, and how proud of him he was that he had gone through with it knowing everything he’d face in backlash. Dream hummed in acknowledgement, whining when Sapnap continued to tell him how proud he was. The blonde’s tired mind didn’t know how to handle the praise, and he was left with no choice but to fling himself towards Sapnap, burying his face into the crook of his neck while the younger boy laughed quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of Dream’s head.

“It’s alright Dreamie, I’ll stop I promise. But I am just so proud of you, I wanted you to know that.” Another whine and a quick peck to Sapnap’s collarbone was Dream’s response to the praise, making Sapnap giggle again, this time at the tingling sensation.

After a few minutes, he felt Dream’s breathing even out, pulling back slightly to see that the older boy had in fact finally fallen asleep. Sapnap adjusted slightly to make himself more comfortable before resuming the tracing on Dream’s back, closing his eyes and allowing the sounds of the rain to slowly lull him into a deep sleep, not far behind Dream.

#lee!dream #ler!sapnap #my brain #help it just won’t stop #ahhhhhhh #i don’t know what this was pls help #started at 5am #finished at 6am #dang what is wrong with me #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

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[ID: Four digital drawings of Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood in the style of the Disney classic: Cinderella.

The first image shows Jon’s outfit, which is a long, Persian-inspired, layered pink dress over dark pink pants. There are gold bands on the sleeves, gold glass slippers, gold beads in his hair, and they wear an ace ring.

The second image shows Martin’s outfit, which is an old-fashioned blue suit with a lighter blue jacket, adorned with gold buttons, over blue-gray pants. He also wears an ace ring and a headband of light blue beads.

The third image is a redrawing of the dance scene from Cinderella, and shows Jon and Martin waltzing together through the castle, smiling at each other as small magical sparks follow them. The image is filled with orange and purple hues.

The fourth image shows Jon and Martin on the steps of the palace, standing close as Jon hands over one of his shoes, and tells Martin: “Take this, so that I may find you again...”. The text is in cursive. Martin accepts the shoe with a worried expression. End ID.]

Woohoo, here’s my piece for this @seasons-in-the-archives event!!! The theme for this event was rebirth, renewal, healing and growth, and this AU is admittedly a little bit of a stretch, but I still really enjoyed working on it and am happy to share it! :D

To summarize the AU: Jon is our Prince Charming who has no interest in getting married off to the next pretty girl, he’d rather be the pretty girl at the ball, and so goes a bit undercover at his own dance to get to talk to people at their level and try and make friends. Martin is our Cinderella (he’s trans btw), stuck working for shitty rich people who refuse to pay him enough to save anything, who gets to have his one magical night at the palace. The two meet and connect (both feeling like outsiders, undercover in someone else’s world, both queer and trans longing for something more, both just bitchy enough to make conversation interesting...), and at midnight, when Martin has to run, Jon gifts his own glass slipper so that he’ll be able to find Martin again the next day, when they’re both forced to play their social and gendered roles again.

Hope you all enjoy, and happy pride month everyone!!! :D

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choco-pudding · 2 years

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Space Channel 5 Gyun Gyun Book p. 90-99. (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edit by myself.)

Guide pages from Report 4. With this, we only have 11 more pages to scanlate.

Imgur link to all of the Gyun Gyun Book translations we’ve done thus far.

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p. 90

Boardroom Finally getting to the heart of this case! The station’s security system has been tampered with, and the intruder neutralizing weapons are on standby. It's time to use the A-mazing Deluxe A Button Beam to find out the truth behind the brainwashed Morolians!

Act. 1 Shooting The rhythm is pretty easy to follow and there’s none of those annoying, problematic back-to-back sets. If you’re aiming to recuse everyone in Report 4 in the shortest time possible, just make your ratings are at 88 ~ 89% when this Act. ends while playing in Extra Mode and you’ll be good, good, good!

Help Us! No. 65: Purmoro (Purple) >P. 114 No. 66: Remoro (Red) >P. 114 No. 67: Gremoro (Green) >P. 114 No. 68: Blumoro (Blue) >P. 114 No. 69: Yemoro (Yellow) >P. 114 No. 70: Pimoro (Pink) >P. 115

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Act. 2 Dance The BGM slows down for the 6th set, which can trip you up. If you treat as still having an 8 beat rhythm, you can hit the buttons on what would be the 1st, 3rd, and 5th beats. Two notes for Extra Mode: enter this Act. with the ratings below 89%, and you'll get to save the Channel 5 Security Robots; end this Act. with the ratings above 89%, and you’ll head to the Recording Studio..

Help Us! No. 04: Space Michael >P. 102 No. 58: Channel 5 Security Robo >P. 112

Column: Mysterious Man Space Michael

The Incident 500 Years Ago Was Also a Game! Space Michael is a reporter for Space Channel 5. He's a very cool guy who's traveled freely throughout the eras with his special ability to transcend space and time. He's charmed and saved countless people with his unique dance moves. Back in the year 1990, or about 500 years ago, there was another great crisis that nearly ended the world. His dance moves saved the world back then too. That incident in 1990 was also made into a game that same year!

Inside Scoop Behind Michael Jackson's Cameo Michael Jackson loved the demo of "Space Channel 5" when the Sega staff showed him. So much in fact, that he said, "I want to be in this game!" That marked the origin of Space Michael being in the game. Since the game was already in its final stages of development, he would only have a small role in it, but he still readily agreed to it. The game left such a good impression, that he dubbed the lines, "Ho!" and, "Thank you Ulala," himself. Later on, he sent his autograph to SEGA 9 Labs with the comment "I love the game."

Michael Jackson's Moonwalker

Sega Enterprises

Sega Genesis

August 25, 1990

6800 Yen

In this action game, Michael's spectacular dance moves are used to defeat the approaching enemies. When Michael takes a step, the enemy falls down after dancing, and the children are freed. Even Bubbles makes a brief appearance! Incidentally, there was also a movie with the same name.

p. 92

Control Room This is the part where you can free all the Morolians you’ve encountered during these past, amazing, reports. Best find a way to hold that controller comfortably, there’s a lot of buttons presses here and we don’t your fingers getting too tried, do we?

Act. 1 Dance It’s a bit dark, so it may be kinda hard to see the Morolians’ dance moves. But the sets are short, just listening to their voice should be enough. Most of the commands use the A button, so you really only need to focus on the timing. The back-to-back sets are pretty trick though, like a test of your rhythm skills.

Help Me! No. 64: Keyboard Gal >P. 113

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Act. 2 Shooting Making a mistake here won’t change a thing. By the 2nd set, the number of A button inputs needed will increase with each successive set. Sans the last set, the Morolians always appear on both sides of the screen, the timing for their inputs mirror each other too. Focus on how fast and many times you gotta press that A button! Count carefully and don’t over-press!

Help Us! No. 71: Leader Moro >P. 115 No. 72: Boss Moro >P. 115

Column: Illustrated Guide for Those Aiming for 100%: Best Route & Rescue Points To unlock all the character profiles, you need to pay attention to the stages Ulala will go through, and which character will appear there. We recommend using this route guide for success. During the 6th route, make sure to adjust the ratings to about 85% before entering the 3rd round of reports. For the 7th, lower it down to 75% before proceeding to the 8th route. When nearing the end of 8th route, raise it back to 90% and prepare for the Recording Studio for the 9th route. If you can rescue all the different characters in these places, you should be at 100%. By the way, you can save the elusive men, women, and boys in large numbers in certain areas. The following is for your reference.

Men, Women, and Boys Frequently Appear Here!

Report 1

Lobby 1F - Act. 2

Lobby 2F - Act. 1, Act. 2

Report 2

Dining Hall - Act. 1

Air Duct ~ Garbage Room - Act. 2

Report 4

Recording Studio - Act. 1, Act. 2

Best Route and the Rescue Amount

[Translator’s note: Men, Women, and Boys Frequently Appear Here! originally lists “Lobby 1F - Act. 1” and “Lobby 2F – Act. 2, Act. 3.” Act. 1 and Act. 3 of those respected areas do not align with the topic at hand so I assume these were errors and corrected them as such. It wouldn’t be the first time they listed the wrong Act. for a description. Sorry about the plain text formatting for this part.]

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Recording Studio This area can instantly transform into various sets. The dark colors and bright lights make for an intense atmosphere that muddles the difference between Morolians and Earthlings while shooting! Time to lean in more than usual!

Act. 1 Shooting Assuming you’ve been batting a 1000 with rescuing all different kinds of Earthings, you just gotta save the two newscasters here. Regardless of any mistakes made, they will always show up during the final set. If the studio’s bright lights make it difficult to see the Morolians, be sure to listen closely to their voices!

Help Us! No. 35: Newscaster (Male) >P. 108 No. 36: Newscaster (Female) >P. 108

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Act. 2 Shooting Their distance paired with the dark stage makes it difficult to distinguish the Earthlings and the Morolians from each other. Luckily the Morolian’s ray guns shine bright against the darkness, so use the A button for those who glow and B for those who don’t. Make mistakes in the first two sets, the Channel 5 Staff will appear during the 3rd.

Help Us! No. 33: Channel 5 Receptionist >P. 107 No. 34: Channel 5 Staff >P. 108

Act. 3 Dance For the 9th set, you can feel that wait between the "↓" on the 2nd beat "↑" on the 4th beat. But it still may feel jarringly shorter compared to the Morolian’s dance. On the 10th set, don't miss inputting the "↓" after the long wait between the 2nd and 4th beats! With so many complicated combinations of directional inputs, be sure to refer to this page to make sure your combo is right!

Help Me! No. 57: Space Kung-fu Man >P. 112

Column: Ulala's Shocking Report!? If you fail the final shots at the end of Report 4, the antenna will fall apart and the show will be cancelled. Ulala's "nah" paired with her expression is rumored to be the most adorable thing ever. A must-see!

p. 96

Main Antenna VS Evila and Giant Evila Versus Evila and her band of Security Robots, a mirror-match dance battle to see who's funky dance groove is superior! Is defeat inevitable!? Not only that, but the director has been taken hostage!

Act. 1, Act. 2 For the latter half Act.1, the key to victory is getting down the timing of those "pauses." You should get in the habit of saying "unun unun" to the beat, especially for the 9th and 10th sets. Act.2 has tons of back-to-back inputs. Even so, don’t rush yourself, you might end up pressing the wrong buttons. There's half-beat "uns" that you have to get spot on too!

Evila Height: About the same as Ulala Weight: About the same as Ulala Special: Same dancing abilities as Ulala

A.K.A.: An artificial reporter, whose sole purpose for reporting is earning ratings. Created by Morolian tech and data collected by Blank.

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Giant Evila Height: 164.8 Morometers (Est.) Weight: 10,300 Morograms (Est.) Special: Missile attack

The second fake Ulala robot. The Morolians were allowed to create whatever they pleased. Blank controls it as if it were a giant robotic pet.

Act. 1, Act. 2, Act. 3, Act. 4 Here Ulala must copy the opposite of what is said. In other words, if Giant Evila says “left chu” you go “right chu.” In Act. 1, there are more hearts than sets here, so use that an opportunity to get used to her pattern. The patten is irregular, but the rhythm and commands themselves are pretty easy. By the 4th set in Act. 3, it get a little difficult to keep your rhythm as the BGM fades out. If you want, you can try humming to the commands to stay on beat. By the way, once the chorus starts you'll be able to put inputs for Ulala again as usual, no need to go with the chorus's rhythm. *The commands listed below show what is needed to be inputted by Ulala.

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VS Blank At last, Blank's true brainwashing signal robot reveals itself. When it transforms, it becomes a powerful foe, attacking Ulala with its quick, bold dance moves. It's time for all of us to join forces and shoot down the greatest evil in the galaxy!

Act. 1 Blank and Ulala's faces will appear on the monitors above, below, left, and right of Blank. If it’s Blank, press the A button to attack, and if it's Ulala press the B button for the rescue beam! The 11th set of The Blank Dimension is tricky. Stay calm and wait for those one and half beats!

p. 99

Act. 2 Last stage incoming! There's only a few inputs and the rhythm is easy, your real enemy here is the tension. Still, avoid tripping over your own feet here, you only have so many hearts to spare. Don't be overwhelmed by Blank TV's dynamic dance, carefully listen to his voice and fight back!

Blank TV Height: About 37 meters (monitor form) /About 58 meters (humanoid form) Weight: 8350 kilograms (monitor and humanoid form) Special: Brainwashing beam, Blank Dimension

Blank TV attacks with 60 times its normal power insides the mysterious "Blank Dimension" it creates. It can also transform between the monitor form and the more puppet-like form.

Last Shooting! Earthlings who were forced to dance, reporters who were treated like tools, Morolians who were manipulated… All of their Dance Energy is gathering into the antenna! Just like the past final shots, press A powerfully three times, "Chu! Chu! Chu!" Let's finish this off with a bang!

Column: Blank's Last Stand Did you notice that once you defeat Blank TV, the last line he says is "I’ll be baaaack," but in the Extra Mode it's "You'll regret thiiiis"? Maybe Blank is hinting at even more extra stages existing after this! (A lie)

[Translator’s notes: Blank literally says “See you next week” in Japanese. “I’ll be back” is what he says in the English version. By the way, in Part 2, Purge says the same lines.]

#space channel 5 #translations #ulala #evila #blank #giant evila #Gyun Gyun Book

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archiveoftragedies · 2 years

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The weather smiles

(Hello from the Hallowoods s2 ep78)

@hellofromthehallowoods

I thought we could all use some rioting storm fluff in light of... recent events (I didn't coin the name but to whoever it was I love you)

Extremely long image description under the cut.

/First image ID: a digital comic page with a dark blue background and two panels. The first one shows Riot Maidstone, to the left, and Olivier Song, to the right, lying face up on the grass surrounded by pink, green and purple flowers. The blue lighting suggest it’s nighttime. Riot has light skin, a brown buzz cut and grey eyes, her expression is serene, she has a black, circular earring in the ear we can see. She’s wearing a grey t-shirt under a black leather vest and blue pants. The frame cuts right below their waists. Riot is facing slightly towards Olivier with her right arm crossed over her stomach and her left hand behind her head. Olivier has beige skin, deep blue eyes and long wavy hair of the same color with some scattered light blue and silver hairs. They’re wearing a light orange-brown lipstick, blush and fine black eyeliner. Their dangle earrings represent a silver cloud with raindrops, to the left, and a golden sun, to the right. They’re wearing a blue, long-sleeve button up shirt with a high white neck, the shirt has embroidered white clouds, golden buttons, white cuffs, and there’s a blue gemstone tying a white cravat to their neck. Their high-rise pants are black. One of their arms is crossed over their stomach and the other rests over their head. Their expression is worried and absent. Over Riot there’s a white text bubble that reads in black letters: “You chose to do some awful stuff to us. And then you chose to help me take down the Instrumentalist, save Percy and go on a roadtrip to rescue my mom. You make choices and you live with them. And you belong here too”. Olivier is also wearing a cape that expands below their body in blue, purple and grey swirls that resemble water drops, this cape goes on over the frame and gets mixed with Olivier’s hair in the next frame. This frame, to the bottom left, shows Olivier’s head and upper body, with their face turned towards Riot and one hand extended between them. There’s grass below them and a night sky filled with white stars above. They have a white text bubble that reads in black: “So there’s nothing you need right now?”. Below this there’s Riot, facing Olivier and with a hand under her chin on the grass, also with stars above her, and a bubble that reads: “Ollie...”. End first image ID/

/Second image ID: same dark blue background. The first two panels are to the top left, one under the other and slightly more to the center of the page. The background behind these panels has white diagonal lines that resemble rain, and blue water-drop shaped figures reminiscent of the ones in Olivier’s cape on the previous page. The first panel shows a close-up of Olivier’s blue eyes and eyebrows, with small tears in them and a faint blush. In the space to the right of this panel there’s a rectangular, black text bubble, with light blue text, that reads the following narration: “Olivier waited a long moment, staring up, and distant thunder accompanied the tears in his eyes”. The second one is the same, only the tears have begun to fall across their cheeks, and their eyes are shining with a blue light that gets reflected on their face. There’s white lightning coming from their right eye, that makes a transition to the panel below, to the center right of the page. This panel shows Riot, who is now half-sitting and leaning over her arm on the grass. There’re grey clouds in the sky behind her, more white diagonal lines representing rain and the lightning from Olivier’s eye covers the sky. Riot is staring at Olivier, invisible outside of the frame, with a serious and meditative expression, and the light from Olivier’s eyes is making her skin glimmer slightly. The next figures, below the last one, are not enclosed by a frame, they stand before the blue background that no longer has rain in it. Olivier is lying below Riot, who, kneeling, leans over them with a hand hidden behind them and the other resting over their stomach. There’s no blue lighting to denote nighttime, so the colors are more saturated and vibrant than in previous frames. They’re both in profile, Riot’s legs hidden behind Olivier, while Olivier’s arms and lower body aren’t shown, and dissolve before reaching the margin of the page by turning into blue water drops like the ones on the top of the page. Riot has her eyes closed as she leans down to kiss Olivier’s forehead, who looks up as tears roll down their face, mouth slightly open in surprise. Riot’s head is surrounded by a halo that resembles the Sun, with orange and yellow rays that stretch across the bottom half of the page, and both characters’ skin, hair and clothes present a soft yellow gleam where they face the sunbeams. In the space between Riot’s chin and Olivier’s nose there’s a smaller Sun, similar to, but brighter than, Olivier’s visible earring. End ID./

#hfth #hfth fanart #hello from the hallowoods #podcast art #olivier song #riot maidstone #rioting storm #my art #i guess???#olivieriot #horror podcast #fiction podcast #maidensong

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puppyluver256 · 8 months

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I can't pretend it's not happening anymore, soooo...

[Image Description: An anthropomorphic dog with cream-colored fur and tan muzzle/ears is sadly pulling along a red wagon. They have short brown hair and blue-grey eyes. They are wearing a tan hat with colorful buttons on it, a purple t-shirt, a dark blue jacket with turquoise accents and colorful buttons attached, blue denim shorts, and black slip-on shoes with white soles. There is a box in the wagon with the words "all my junk" handwritten on the side facing the viewer. The background features green grass and a blue sky with two white clouds. White text outlined in black over the image reads as follows: "hey guess what - I'm Moving Tomorrow - it's gonna suck and I'm gonna hate it but I can't get out of it now so I guess everything's getting hectic"]

This has been roughly seven months coming, and while I have been at peace being in my home as a solo resident in that time, it's unfortunately finally time for me to make the move as well. Not gonna lie, I still don't want to move, especially to the location that I'm having to move to. Not only is it in the middle of goddamn nowhere because my dad is finally having his midlife crisis and wanted to play farm boy again without any consideration for anyone else's wants and needs, but it's in a specific location that I never wanted to be in ever again for multiple reasons, and now I'm going to be stuck there likely for the rest of my life because I still have no stable income despite my best efforts. I'd honestly rather move states entirely if I had the option, but it feels like once you're born in a small town in a southern state (what I refer to as the "shallow south" because it's north enough to count as the middle of the US in my book but official region lines dictate it's part of the south I guess) you're stuck there forever and ever and it's honestly torturous for someone like me.

So yeah, if I go quiet for a bit, it's due to me getting my stuff settled in where it needs to go and also getting myself settled into what I have been not-so-affectionately referring to as The Suck House. (not that it's the house that sucks as a standalone thing, mind, it's perfectly fine and honestly has improvements over current house but it's just in a very very very wrong location for my mental health) I'll try to let you guys know how I'm doing, and I might share pics of the two rooms I had a direct hand in finalizing, but yeah.

Things are gonna get rough on my end.

#jess's boring life #jess drew a scribbly mess #sfw #image description

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accessibleaesthetics · 2 years

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Here is a guide on how make your blog's mobile appearance more accessible using Web AIM's Color Contrast Checker. I included pictures throughout with some alt text, but all important details are in the body text.

Let's say you made your blog background a nice light purple and gave some white text to complement it.

Now you're wondering if this color combo is accessible. To find out, you're going to need the HEX codes for both the text and the background. To get the background's HEX code, select Background at the bottom of the Tumblr Edit Appearance screen next to Accent.

The default view for for picking a color here is a six-by-six grid of different shades of whatever primary color you picked at the top (red, orange, green, blue, purple, or black/white.) To find out what HEX code this color is, click the rainbow color wheel on the top right after the black/white circle.

The HEX code will read in the box to the right of the color spectrum slider. Here, it's #c0afdd. You can copy the code directly from this text entry box (and also change it here later too).

Follow the same steps after selecting the Title text to get its HEX code, which is #ffffff in this case. The color of your Description text is tied to your title text, so changing the Title color will change the Description text to the same color once you save your changes. This will be important later.

Copy and paste the HEX code for the text into the "Foreground Color" entry box on the Web AIM Color Contrast Checker page and the HEX code for the background color into the "Background Color" entry box on that same page. You'll notice that this combo gets a "Fail" result for every single test since the contrast ratio between these two colors is only 2.01:1. This is not an accessible color combination, and will be difficult or impossible for some people to read.

You can fix this by using the Lightness sliders below both the "Foreground Color" and "Background Color" entry boxes. These will allow you to change the shade or hue of the color to adjust contrast. You can adjust either the text color or the background color, because a color contrast ratio is just that: a ratio. If you really want to keep one or the other, you can! In this case, adjusting one of them to be at least 3:1 allows us to get a passing score for the Large Text and Graphical Objects and User Interface Components tests at the WCAG AA level. This means that either of these combos would be accessible for large text, which is defined as text that is 14pt font or larger if bold, or 18pt font or larger if not bold. While this would be fine for the Title text, remember that the Description text is tied to that color too. Since the Description text does not meet the definition of large text, you need to find a color that works with Normal Text (text that is smaller than large text).

Adjusting either one to 4.5:1 or greater allows it to pass the test for Normal Text at the AA level. It is perfectly fine to stop here; AA level contrast standards are what the U.S government uses to determine accessibility in this area, for example. However, if you really want it to pass all the tests, including the AAA level contrast for for Normal Text, you will need to make the contrast at least 7:1.

Once you've decided on an option you like, you can return to your Tumblr account editor page. Make sure you still have the new HEX code you chose ready to copy/paste! Let's say, for the sake of this guide, you chose to go with the very dark text at #2b2b2b.

Once you change it, you'll notice that the Description text is still white. Don't worry—once you press the Save button in the top right corner, it will change to match the color of the Title you chose.

Final note: the accent color controls your link color, so change that accordingly too if your description has links in it.

#accessiblr #color contrast #accessibility #functionally described #but there is alt text too

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just-slightly-chaotic · 2 years

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was no one gonna tell me that i can make my tumblr bright pink instead of the default blue??

#i had to find out on my own at 3am in the morning???#this is somehow very unfair #AND THE COLOUR PALETTE IS CALLED PRIDE #and it makes the text purple!!! and the follow button dark blue!!#and the usernames purple!!#i'm in love with it #it clashes Horribly with my blog theme if i go on my profile but I DON'T CARE #pink!!!!#hellsite affectionate #hellsite #tumblr #pink

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barnesbabee · 3 years

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collab || J.Y

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ 2 - ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴍ.ʟɪꜱᴛ

Summary: Two famous porn stars have a fun collab together.

Pairing: Jeong Yunho x gn!reader

Words: Just enough

⚠ although there is no mention of gender, the reader wears makeup and lingerie, so if you are uncomfortable with that, don't read ⚠

As Yunho dried his hair with a small towel, he heard the familiar ding sound from his social media. He had just finished uploading the edited version of his live stream, so it wasn't unusual for him to be contacted by a bunch of people right after, however, he didn't expect to see you.

You weren't well known in the porn scenario, as you were fairly new and the competition was vast, but your 'Around The World' series had become a huge success and a major hit for its originality.

Yunho was quite a fan of the series, so when he saw your message, his fingers were crossed.

Y/N: Hello! My name is Y/N, I'm not sure if you know my work, but I am a porn star that is currently doing a series called 'Around The World' where I... well, fuck people all around the world. My next stop is South Korea and I have seen your work before and I think our style is very similar and I would love to do a collab with you! Feel free to check out my work on my page, I hope to hear from you soon! xoxo

The tall man squealed like a high schooler getting a text from his crush, he's always wanted a collab and now he was about to get one in one of the biggest series of the moment!

Yunhxxx: Hello Y/N! I am aware of your series and I am a fan! I would love to do the collab with you! I'll send you my number so we can talk about the details more comfortably :)

Part of your anxiousness died down at his response. Most porn stars were very polite and kind in front of the camera, and in business discussion, all for that quick buck, but you'd find, with your series, that a lot of them were just assholes with a huge ego. You had a good feeling about Yunho, but you didn't want to get your hopes up and then be disappointed.

The arrangements didn't take long, as you were both excited for the collab to happen, making it very easy to communicate. Yunho was kind enough to offer his own home for you to sleep in, arguing that 'whoever fucks me gets to sleep in my house for free'.

Yunho spent the weekend preparing everything for your arrival on Monday morning: he cleaned his whole house, stocked his fridge and cabinets with all sorts of food, and sanitized every toy of his. By the time he received your 'I'm on my way!' text, his house was the cleanest it had ever been.

The man showered, put on his best cologne, and applied some dark eyeshadow under his eyes. As he stood in front of the closet in his briefs only, he wondered what he should go for. A sophisticated look? A sexy look? An outlaw-looking look? He wanted something to get you immediately attracted to him. Yunho wanted to make you feel good, not to make you act as if you felt good.

Ultimately he chose a black button-up and black suit pants. He decorated his long fingers (that he had come to learn was something many people liked about him) and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

Yunho was aware of his innocent appearance. He had had his cheeks squeezed one too many times, so he caught on quickly. However, the man loved to play with his looks. He loved to make people wonder what kind of person he was, with a cute face, yet an intimidating look.

Before he knew it, his doorbell rang. Yunho took one last look in the mirror, just to make sure everything was in its place and walked towards the door. The first hello wasn't awkward at all, as you'd already had a few zoom calls to discuss what would happen in your collab, just to make sure there were no misunderstandings.

Once you stepped in with your suitcase, you couldn't help but notice how neat, modern, and well decorated his house was. The walls were white with big windows, and the furniture was a mix of grey, light blue, and white. Yunho lead you to the guest room where you'd be staying, and it was a lot nicer than you expected. The bed was high and large, the duvet was grey with a bunch of fluffy white and red pillows decorating it. In front of the bed was a modern black vanity with lightbulbs around the squared mirror, and against the wall in front of the door was a black, sliding door wardrobe, with a large, orange, and red abstract painting of a couple. His house looked simple yet classy, with just the right amount of colour and decoration. You took a look at him, his dark look contrasting the house.

"You already got prepared?"

Yunho looked a little puzzled for a second, but then understood. "Oh! Oh no, you've just arrived, you must be tired! This is just... how I dress?" He said, feeling a little embarrassed.

You took a good look at his outfit.

"You always dress like that? Wow..."

Yunho's cheeks became a little red at the comment, and he stumbled over his words as he thanked you. He was used to receiving compliments when he had his clothes off, but with clothes on? Not so much... Before closing the door, Yunho told you to feel at home, and that when you were ready you could start setting everything up in the room he used to shoot.

The man had never felt that nervous, so when he finally closed the door, he immediately headed to his living room, and found the whiskey bottle he kept for emergencies. He poured a generous glass and sat on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waited for you.

You were pretty much used to the routine, and since you had a stopover in a neighboring country and spent the night there, the trip hadn't been too tiring. You sat on the very convenient vanity and re-did your makeup. You liked to match your look to your type of content, so you went for a dark look: dark purple lipstick, a heavy, black smokey eye, and loads of mascara. You made sure to apply a lot, so it would run down your face and give the viewers the fucked out look they loved to see.

The lingerie matched your makeup: black lace lingerie with some bling here and there, and a garter belt to accessorize. You grabbed your robe from your suitcase and exited the room.

"Yunho?" You called, peeking your head from behind the wall.

"Hm?"

His eyes widened when he looked up. You were completely different from the person he had met.

"I am ready if you are!"

He nodded and stood up, downing the rest of his 2nd whiskey cup in one go. Yunho took you upstairs and opened the door to his 'studio'.

In the center of the room was a carpet, and a big, empty space behind it.

"I usually move the bed or the couch over there, depending on what I want to do that day. I found that it was easier to move the furniture than the whole set up." He explained, pointing at the empty space.

Against the wall, opposite of you, there was a bed, much like the one on your bedroom, and a nice, black leather couch. Beside you there was a closet, where Yunho kept all his toys, accessories, and streaming outfits. Other than that it was just the usual setup: a desk with a computer, professional lights, and a camera.

Yunho walked over to the couch and moved it with ease to the empty space.

"So we've already decided?" You asked.

The man smirked as if simply entering the room turned him into a completely different person.

"I already have everything planned out for you dear, it would be rude to have my guests work."

You blushed slightly, and sat on the couch, waiting for the green light.

You watched as he opened the closet, displaying his wide collection. He picked a bunch of stuff that he set on top of a towel on the floor.

"Alright, that's about it."

You cocked your head to the side, in confusion.

"You're not getting dressed?"

Yunho reached for the choker he had brought and softly placed it around your neck, tying it just tight enough. He hooked his finger on the big metal ring on the front and tugged on it. You followed his silent command and knelt on the ground, in front of the couch.

"I'm already dressed, for the concept we're gonna try."

You were getting curious and excited. You stayed still as he started up the live stream. Yunho turned on the lights, set up the camera, and pressed 'Start Live Video'. The screen counted down from five, until the live started.

Yunho sat on the couch behind you, and placed his large hand on your head.

The man smirked as soon as the comments started raining.

There was a mixture of fuck yeah's and happy cheers as they recognized Yunho, and became excited for what was to come. The live was obviously happening on your account, although you would always split the tips with the person you worked with.

"Hello," Yunho started, and you let him take the lead "welcome to the 24th edition of Around The World, I am today's guest, and we have such a great show for you today, don't we?"

Yunho tugged on your hair, making you wince. You looked at the camera and nodded.

The 30 dollar donation ding sounded, announcing that someone had made a request.

'Make her sit on your thigh'

You let Yunho take the lead once more, hooking his finger on your choker's hoop and pulling you up, to sit on his thigh. You hummed as you rolled your hips, causing friction between your core and his thigh. Your hand ran along his torso, feeling the fabric of his shirt.

"He has too many clothes, don't you think?" You asked the camera, in a flirty tone.

There was a rain of comments agreeing with you, and you immediately got to work, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. His dick print was already very visible in his pants, and you could now understand why he wanted to wear that look.

You removed his shirt, slowly and teasingly, as the viewers praised Yunho's toned body.

The male hooked his finger on your underwear and snapped it against your skin. Your little whimper at the sudden pain made him smirk.

Yunho ran his hands along your body, making you shiver from the cold metal of his rings.

Tips and donations rained down with many requests, and so you went back on the floor and laid your head on Yunho's thigh, your face mere inches away from his hard-on. You perked your ass up and traced the shape of his cock with your finger.

"What do you think? Should we reward them?" Yunho asked, petting your head as he stared into the camera.

As expected, everyone gave you the green light to continue, so you slowly opened his fly, to find he had no underwear on. You freed him from his pants, gripping his length in your hand. You kept eye contact with the male, and although you were a professional, you were always nervous when you had to take dicks on the bigger side.

You spat on his tip, and played with his cock for a second, before slowly inserting it in your mouth. Yunho groaned and threw his head back, taking in the warmth of your mouth. His hand was tangled in your hear, gripping it and tugging on it from time to time.

"Shit, you're doing so good..."

Yunho was very vocal, to your (and the viewer's) pleasure.

The 50$ notification ding sounded, and a message played right after.

'bby I wanna see you jump on his cock'

Yunho smirked and gripped your hair, in a firm, yet not painful way. He swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, cleaning the remaining saliva.

"Hmm, you know what, so do I."

You stripped from your underwear, in a sensual way for the viewers (and Yunho) to enjoy.

Yunho slapped his thigh, and you climbed onto his lap, slowly but surely sinking down on his length. You gripped onto his shoulders for stability and groaned as every inch of his cock disappeared inside of you.

His hands gripped your ass, spreading your cheeks in a beautiful way for the camera to see. The male helped you, as you rode him, not only by holding your hips and guiding you, but also by snapping his hips up against yours. Filthy slapping sounds along with the mixture of your moans echoed in the room, and the donations were reaching their peak.

"F-fuck baby you're s-so good, you're doing so well."

You gripped his shoulders harder, as his praises drew you closer and closer to your edge.

"They're c-close! Should we l-let them cum?"

It was impressive how professional Yunho was. How he looked so immersed in you, so tired and fucked out, with his fringe sticking to his forehead and eyes burning into your soul, yet he didn't forget to interact with the viewers.

There were many people leaning towards yes, begging to hear the way you sounded as you came, and so he worked hard until you screamed his name and tightened around his cock. He let you rest and recompose for a second, but the way you clenched around him made it impossible for him to hold it in any longer.

"Shit, get on the ground."

You gladly complied, and got on your knees for him, immediately sticking out your tongue, as you could predict what would come after.

Yunho jerked himself off to your fucked out face, and soon a string of curses came out of his mouth, as he spilled all over your face. He smirked and wiped some of his cum off of your face with his thumb.

"Say ah, pretty baby."

You smiled and opened your mouth. He inserted his finger in your mouth and you happily licked it clean.

Yunho cupped your face with his hand, and smiled.

"You behaved so well, I might have to reward you again."

His head tilted to the side, pointing to the couch, and you followed. You sat down on the couch, and Yunho knelt in front of you. His arms wrapped around your thighs and pulled you forward, so your hole would be of easy access to him.

The man teased you, as his tongue danced around your hole, not quite getting where you wanted him. You rolled your hips up, earning a slap to your inner thigh.

He looked up at you, with a hint of darkness in his eyes.

"Behave."

It didn't take long for you to get what you wanted, as he started tongue fucking you, with the help of his fingers. You gripped his hair, and your back arched as your high approached once more.

You came quickly, with his tongue still inside you, and he held your trembling legs and body, to keep you stable.

He didn't move for a second, giving you time to breathe and rest. After you had recomposed yourself, he helped you up, and the two of you shared a heated kiss, Yunho's hands never leaving your ass, that he definitely had a fixation with.

You finished the stream by thanking the viewers and donors and shut everything off. Once everything was done, you sighed and plopped onto the couch.

"Do you not want to shower?" Yunho questioned, as he saw the mess in your face and body.

You chuckled.

"Yes I do, very much, but I'm so fucked out..."

Yunho very kindly scooped you up.

"Well, I wouldn't want my guest to work too hard, I'll help you out."

#ateez #ateez smut #jeong yunho #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober #ateez kinktober #ateez fanfic #ateez fanfiction #ateez gender neutral #ateez readder insert #ateez reactions #ateez reaction #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #ateez yunho smut #yunho ateez smut

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choco-pudding · 2 years

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Space Channel 5 Gyun Gyun Book p. 62-71. (Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edit by myself.)

The guide pages for Report 1.

Edit: 5/10/22, fixed an error on page 62.

Imgur link to all of the Gyun Gyun Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below

P .62

1F Lobby The report first starts off on the 1st floor Lobby, where many frightened people are fleeing! The whole port is in a confused state and people are trapped, we have to do our best to help and free everyone!

Act. 1 Dance You have to press the buttons with the same timing, pay close attention to the different input commands. The second half might feel a little harder than the first half. But it's really about getting used to pressing the buttons to each beat. You don't need to rush, it's even OK to press the button a little late.

Help us! No.09: Guide Lady> P. 103 No.50: Bi Man > P. 110

[Translator’s note: yeah, he literally called Bi Man in Japanese. Most likely referring to him using two colors. You can also call the Guide Lady “Usherette” The text on the image was hard to read but my friend thinks they got it down accurately.]

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Act. 2 Shooting If you played the first round perfectly, it's recommended to try to make some mistakes on purpose during this act. If you do the 1st set perfectly, then mess up on the 2nd and 3rd, the Green Man will appear during the 4th set. If you rescue him here, then the Purple Man and Space Salaryman will appear in the 5th set!

Help us! No.26: Red and Blue Striped Woman >P. 106 No.32: Green Boy >P. 107 No.38: White Woman >P. 108 No.39: Blue Woman >P. 108 No.40: Pink Woman >P. 109 No.41: Light Blue Woman >P. 109 No.42: Woman in Red >P. 109 No.44: Yellow Boy >P. 109 No.45: Blue Boy >P. 109 No.47: Purple Man >P. 110 No.50: Green Man >P. 110 No.56: Space Salaryman >P. 112

Act. 3 Dance Now, we're dealing with backbeats for the first time. Since you only need to press the A button to the rhythm, it's best to focus on the rhythm. Just keep in mind that the 7th set starts with a backbeat. Don't rush this part, wait for the half beat “u-” before pressing the directional button.

Help Me! No.53: Space Japanese Person >P.111

Column: How to: Making Mistakes on Purpose… If you want to make a mistake on a certain set to get a specific character, you can do it by just pressing "chu" and changing the A and B inputs. You can either do every command with the B button, or you can switch the A with B button or vice versa, so you won't lose your rhythm.

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Control Tower The Control Tower is really dark, and the foothold is so bad that I might slip and fall. Can I even do my best dance moves here!? But I can't lose to Pudding, an idol reporter from a rival station!

Act. 1 Shooting The "chu" for the 1st set sounds quicker than the actual rhythm, but it's just for this first attack. During the 7th set when it ends after 5 beats, after the "↑", count during those 5 beats by saying "un un…" and then after the wait, you'll be ready to press "BB" successfully.

Help Us! No.05: Spaceport Worker >P.103 No.06: Spaceport Worker (Macho) >P.103 No.07: Spaceport Worker (Tall) >P.103 No.52: Space Rescue Police >P.111

[Translator’s notes: The first two of these it's Ulala commenting but they change it up in the next ones]

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Act. 2 Shooting The 4th set is the one you really need to pay attention to. If it's too hard to get a hold of the timing, try counting the "un un" after the first "up chu" before pressing the next button. The 7th set makes you switch between pressing the A and B in a similar method. There's an extra beat to wait for before pressing the final "↑", so no need to rush.

Act. 3 Dance At the 6th set, you quickly press "↓" near the end of the 2nd beat. The timing for this one is a little odd. Immediately after the first "↑" followed up by a half-beat "u-" and then "↓". Let's try pressing the buttons to "up down-down." For the 10th and final set, it's a simple input with only using A. But be careful, because it's a feint and can easily catch you by surprise!

Help Us! No.14: Pudding Bodyguard >P.103 No.61: Guitar Man >P.113

Column: Hold Down That Button! You can keep holding down the directional, A, or B button while preforming other inputs and it won’t count as mistake so long as you don’t let go of it. In other words, it's OK to press A while holding down "↑". But when can you use this?

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Lobby F2 The 2nd Floor lobby is full of women dancing, it's sort of tempting to call it "the woman's shooting gallery." The key feature of this stages is that the key inputs are different from the other stages.

Act. 1 Shooting If you mess up on the 1st set but do the 2nd perfectly, then you'll be able to find the Green Woman during the 3rd set. This is the only chance to rescue the Green Woman, so don't mess it up. By the 4th set, the Pilot appears. And if you complete all sets perfectly, the Stewardess will appear at the end. The end result from this is a well put together team.

Help Us! No.11: Pilot >P.104 No.13: Green Woman >P.104 No.27: Stewardess >P.106

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Act. 2 Shooting Even though it feels like there is a half beat between the "A" during the 4th beat and the "↑"on the 5th beat during the 7th set, there's actually none, so it's OK to just keep on pressing through "AA↑." The Boarding Crew appears at the end. If you make too many mistakes after a certain point, she won't appear!

Help Us! No.10: Boarding Crew >P.104 No.12: Middle-aged Woman >P.104

Act. 3 Dance The inputs and rhythm is easy to remember through this act, so even if you don't have that many hearts it shouldn't be that difficult. By the way, the person who's dancing at the end of the stage depends on the ratings were. If it's 90% or more, you'll get Hard Sexy, if you get 89% or less, it'll be the Space Salaryman instead.

Help Me! No.60: Hard Sexy >P.112

Column: The Difficulties of a Salaryman Even if we helped out the Space Salaryman at the Lobby F1, we see him again at the Lobby F2's dance act. This time, he's being forced to dance and worrying about being on time. Why does this salaryman keep on having a rough time!?

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Luggage Room ~ Container Room With the beautiful glowing rings, and unique BGM, it'll make it feel like even the simplest rhythm will be difficult to follow. There's lots of neat details, such as the luggage being transported through the glowing rings!

Act. 1 Shooting On the 4th set, it's easy to make mistakes since it suddenly switchesit up to a four-beat rhythm, so be careful. Be prepared for it to quickly become Ulala’s turn too. The rhythm may feel complicated because of the BGM’s baseline but it's actually pretty simple; it’s a quarter rhythm scale with nothing extra, so you can relax with it!

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Act. 2 Shooting Once you're on the 4th set, there's a sequence of quick inputs with quick changes to the beat. If you make a mistake here, it's really difficult to get back into the groove; focus on following the rhythm. And, if it’s difficult to notice when a Morolian appears because of the glowing rings, we recommend listening carefully to their voices!

Act. 3 Dance The sets in this section vary greatly compared to the previous ones, since it's mostly directional inputs. The rhythm is pretty consistent, so all you need to do is pay close attention to the differences in inputs. If you only have a few hearts, be sure not to make any mistakes! You can do a 3-4 count of "un" between each of the inputs to make sure you get the timing right.

Column: A New Kind of Dog? Space dogs have big ears and bounce-bounce around, they're a little different normal, right? Actually, they were born from crossbreeding earthling dogs and dogs from across the universe, literally a new breed of dog. But, as expected, they still can't talk.

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Launch Pad VS Coco⭐Tapioca From above the rocket comes down the swanky purplink boss, Coco⭐Tapioca. Since there's lots of hearts compared to the number of sequences for each Act, let's boldly dance to the fullest!

Act. 1 The biggest challenge in Act.1 is the quick beats that immediately switch to Ulala's turn after the 4th beat. Especially after you get used to it and suddenly it switches at the sets 7, 8, and 11 where it has 8 beats. If you don't press anything after the 4th beat, it can really mess you up after the 5th beat!

[Translator's notes: Purplink is just a portmanteau of purple and pink.]

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Dancing Robot Invader No. 1 Coco⭐Tapioca Height: 57 Morometers Weight: 550 Morograms Special: Ring beam, line dancer robots The electric ring beam released from the antennae is super powerful! The line of dancing robots (Yellow Submorons) are stored in its own body.

Act. 2/Act. 3 The first "A" in all the sets in Act. 2 and Act. 3 sound a bit slow, but they're actually still in beat. If you're confused by it, try pressing the button matching the 8 beats at your own pace. If you are mesmerized by the flowing movements of the Yellow Submorons you can also just play it by ear.

Column: The Identity of the Glowing Overhead Rings Green rings appear above the heads of the boss and Ulala during this battle. These rings actually represent the number of "chus" in the phase. If you didn't pay attention to the timing then how could this be a useful hint!?"

[Translator’s notes: The actual unit of measurements are “mooroos” and “morons.” Mooroos is still pronounced like the moro in Morolians. I just thought morometers and morograms was cuter.]

#space channel 5 #ulala #Coco Tapioca #translations #Gyun Gyun Book

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PART 5. THE INHERENT EROTICISM OF BUTTONING SOMEONE’S CLOTHES

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 3.0k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. sexual tension !! and umm sexual frustration ;p, not explicit but prob rated 16+, just read the title of this chapter BAHAHA

A/N. sorry this is coming a little later than planned ! :( but i hope the dressing room scene can make up for it u.u tysm for reading and for all the feedback! enjoy :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

What were you supposed to wear to a shopping date? you asked yourself. Not that today was a date or anything. Though maybe you sort of wished it were…

The Naruhata Charity Gala was in a little over a week and Shouto would be coming over to pick you up in less than one hour and you still sat in your room with nothing but a towel on feeling more and more hopeless.

It was a strange dilemma. He met you in your work apron wearing an unflattering work shirt and work pants. And when you met up over the weekend previously, you never paid too much mind on what you would wear. In fact, you were positive he wouldn’t even care how you looked. So why was it such a big deal to you now?

Probably because of your recent admission of your growing feelings towards him, you thought crossly.

In your defense, it wasn’t like it was your fault! Right? Seeing someone everyday… Wanting to see someone everyday… Texting regularly about the most random things, having the most banal objects you saw throughout the day remind you of something Shouto did or said… With all those occurrences it would’ve been practically impossible to not start crushing on him!

Time passed as you stared at your ceiling blankly. If you kept this up, he was bound to show up in your house and find you half-naked. (Now that you mentioned it, that didn’t sound like the worst idea. But it wasn’t something you’d randomly spring upon someone.)

“Get up, Y/N!” you scolded yourself, rolling off your bed and heading towards your closet.

In the end, you ended up settling for another variation of your usual go-to outfit and called it a day. It happened to be perfect timing since, by the time you finished getting ready, you got a new message on your phone.

Shouto: Parked in front of your place

Shouto: Sorry I’m a little early. You can take your time getting ready :)

Y/N: it’s okay i’m ready now!!

After hitting send, you put your shoes on, gathering your belongings you wanted to bring with you, and headed out the door. Excited to hang out with Shouto again, you walked with a skip in your step down the path until you reached his car.

“Hi!” You waved through his half-opened, tinted window. To no one’s surprise, his car was a sleek black color with dark, tinted windows, and gold details along the sides. If it didn’t look so oddly sexy you would’ve laughed at how cutely dorky he was for matching his car with his credit card. “This is one hot car.”

He turned his head to the side when you entered the passenger’s seat. “Should I turn the AC higher?”

“Huh— Oh!” You stifled a giggle when you processed the pun he made. “You’re funny, Shouto.”

He only looked a little confused. “Thank you.”

The interior of his car was no less—for lack of better term—sexy than the outside. Leather seats, a large screen for the radio and carplay, and the dashboard and side doors lit up a nice blue color.

“Pretty!” you complimented, poking at the colorful light.

“Want to pick a color?”

Your eyes widened. “It can change colors?!”

Shouto nodded.

“Can it be pink?” you asked intently.

“Light pink or hot pink?”

“Light.”

He swiftly obliged and with a hit of a touchscreen button, the interior lighting changed from blue to pastel pink.

“Green!”

It turned green.

“Orange!”

Cue the orange.

“Purple?”

Purple.

Once you were thoroughly satisfied with Shouto showing you the whole color selection (you were almost embarrassed to admit it kept you entertained for a good ten minutes), you settled on a bright turquoise that reminded you of the color of his left eye.

“Ooh, this color! My favorite,” you said simply, giving him a wide smile.

A faint blush dusted his cheeks as he developed a sudden interest in adjusting his rearview mirror. “Hm.”

Shouto drove the rest of the way in a comfortable silence, occasionally asking how your week was outside of work and what type of outfit you wanted to wear so he could have a better idea on where to take you.

“Did you eat?” he suddenly asked when he hit the next stoplight, one hand holding the wheel and the other resting comfortably on the gear shift.

His hands looked nice and slender and soft to the touch. Pretty hands, you thought but shook yourself out of it because you could go down a rabbit hole of examining his hands and going into detail about them.

You remembered the single, measly granola bar you had due to your rush getting ready. “I didn’t really eat yet, no. Did you?”

He shook his head and pulled into a food plaza with lots of stores to choose from. The two of you agreed on a noodle restaurant that apparently had some of the best cold soba (once you learned it was his favorite food, you wanted to be able to have some with him and today was the perfect opportunity to do just that) and promptly headed to the location.

In the shop, a waiter sat the two of you down at a dimly lit booth with the perfect amount of ambience that if someone were to casually look over, they might even mistake this outing as a date.

You grinned at the thought.

“Excited for the soba?” asked Shouto, examining the smile on your face thoughtfully.

That’s not why you were smiling, but it was close enough. “Mhm. And the udon. You can never go wrong with noodles!”

Yes, you got both udon and soba. But in your defense, where else would the fun in life be if not in sugary sweets and carbs?

As the two of you waited for your main dishes, you ate some fish cakes and edamame while talking about the ways in which capitalism could be dismantled. Rather sexy of him, if you did say so yourself.

Before you knew it, you were done with your meal and headed back into his car to go fancy-people shopping. On the remainder of the ride, you asked yourself what color you should pick that would match well with both you and Shouto. After all, nothing said a cute couple who totally liked each other going on a totally real date to a gala like color-coordinated outfits, right?

He parked in front of a street of buildings with a dark glass reaching from ceiling to floor with security guards at the door. Just standing near it made you feel fancy.

“This is a place my sister told me she liked,” he said, leading you to the store front with his hand on the small of your back to guide you. “I hope you’ll find something to your liking.”

You tried your best not to pay too much attention to the warmth you felt both on your back and your stomach from the fuzzy feelings that spread.

“Hello, welcome!” the both of you were greeted as you walked through the doors. The interior of the store was lined with designer dresses, some long, some short, and all incredibly stunning. There were only a few other patrons in the store, but all of them looked so elegant as they tried on their dresses. “It’s so lovely to see you again Mr. Todoroki.”

Shouto nodded subtly. “Hello. This is Y/N, my date to the gala who’ll need your assistance today.”

“Hi!” you chimed in at his cue. “Nice to meet you.”

The worker smiled and made her way over to you. “And you as well. I’m Masuda and I’ll do my best to make sure you leave the store satisfied with your purchase! Did you have a particular style or perhaps color in mind?”

“Umm,” you said sheepishly, looking around the wide variety of clothings and unsure where to start. “I’m not too sure. It’s my first time going to one of these things so maybe something comfortable, but also still...fancy?” You scratched the back of your neck. “Does that even exist?”

“Of course— Just have to find something that feels comfortable to you.” She told you to hold on one moment as she disappear into the rows of fabric.

As Masuda collected some starter dresses for you to try on, a customer walked by with bags of clothes in her hands, her gaze lingering on Shouto, though neither of you paid her much mind.

“In this setting, you look almost fit to be a sugar daddy,” you said jokingly, looking around in awe at the sophisticated yet lavish dresses. “You take all your sugar babies here?”

“Only the ones I really like,” he teased back. His voice was deadpan but there was the telltale hints of a smirk on his face to let you know he was only messing with you.

The door chimed to signal that a customer left and by then Masuda had returned with bundles of fabric draped on her arm. She led you away in a hurry and you hesitantly looked back at Shouto who followed in a safe distance. Seeing your moment of panic, he gave you an encouraging smile that somehow was enough to ease a significant fraction of your nerves. This may be new and confusing territory, but at least he was here to help you through it.

Masuda set a dressing room up for you—it was one of those rooms in the middle of the store with curtains that reached the ceiling and mirrors all around—and placed a bunch of outfits she thought would suit your taste. It reminded you of when a bride would go wedding dress shopping with their family. When you had enough outfits for the first round, she told Shouto to sit down on a leather seat in front of your dressing room while he waited for you to try the different dresses on.

In a way, it felt oddly intimate: Shouto sitting just a few feet in front of you as you undressed, only separated by the veil of a curtain. Would he offer to help button the back of your dress up, fingers brushing against your bare skin? The thought made you feel almost hot inside as you changed out of your street clothes and into the first dress.

Unfortunately for you, this dress had no such difficult buttons to reach.

“How’s it look?” you asked shyly as you emerged from the dressing room.

The dress was pretty and didn’t feel uncomfortable to walk in, but there wasn’t any sort of attachment you felt towards it. In other words, it was simply...meh.

Shouto looked up from his phone to take in the sight of you. He smiled. “You look amazing as always.”

“You think so?” You spun around and curtseyed jokingly and he chuckled. “I don’t think it’s bad, but I’m not sure if it’s the right one.”

“We’ll be here until you find the right one you want, then. Take your time, Y/N.”

His voice was normally on the deeper side, but it sounded even more sensual and gravelly at this very moment. You felt goosebumps on your arms and it wasn’t just because of the sleeveless dress you currently had on.

“T-Thanks, Shouto,” you murmured, turning around and walking back into the changing room to hide the look on your face. You didn’t even know what kind of look you had on your face, but you knew it was one that might give too much away.

It wasn’t fair that he had to be so sweet and caring and thoughtful and handsome and rich… Most guys you met barely fit into one of those criteria, let alone all five. (Sure, the last two weren’t necessary in your opinion, but you couldn’t deny they were a nice bonus.) It was too bad you had no clue how he felt about you.

There were moments where he felt flirty and teasing, like maybe he viewed you in a more-than-friends way. But other times he was so polite and proper and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was just being nice because that’s simply the sort of person he was to everyone.

While you were trying to sort through all your thoughts, you completely forgot to change into a new dress the whole time you were in here.

You saw a shadow at the floor of the curtain before a voice said, “Y/N? Are you okay in there?”

Jumping at the sound, you scurried to put the next dress on, a blue one with almost translucent fabric and a delicate neckline. Judging from the proximity of Shouto’s voice and the shadow of his shoes, he was right next to you as you changed.

“I’m okay!” you managed, hoping you didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. You held the dress closed at the back, fumbling with the fastens. “I just, ah, needed help buttoning this one up.”

A light ruffle on the curtain then a pause. “Should I...come in and help?”

Your eyes widened, not expecting him to actually offer to button it up like you fantasized earlier. You fully thought he might called the worker to aide you just so he wouldn’t risk making you uncomfortable. (Not that he would’ve. At all.)

“I apologize,” he said somewhat tensely after you didn’t respond. “That was indecent of me—”

“No, no!” you said profusely, poking your head out of the curtain while holding the fabric at the front of your dress to your chest. You tilted your chin to meet his gaze with a determined one of your own. “I’d love your help, Shouto.”

With a dusting of pink coloring his cheeks, he nodded and entered your dressing room. “This dress is a nice color on you.” His voice was loud against the silence.

Shouto ran his hand down the length of your spine and then up to unfold the column of buttons on your dress that curved inwards at your movement, his knuckles grazing against your skin like lightning striking water. You jolted at the sudden feeling but he didn’t remove his touch when he felt it.

“Sorry.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper. “Was just getting the buttons out.”

“N-No worries!”

His fingers began working on the bottom-most button at your lower back as he applied a steady pressure on the base of your spine to control the motion. Shouto slowly began his way up, fingertips cold to the touch. But you knew that wasn’t the only reason you felt yourself shiver. As he fastened the dainty buttons with immense concentration (much more concentration than was actually needed to fasten buttons, you were sure), you felt the heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck. You almost couldn’t keep yourself from arching your back in a mixture of anticipation and delight at his constant touch.

When he finished the last button, Shouto let one hand rest on your hip, grasping the fabric between his fingertips to examine its silken texture. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped back and bumped into his chest, but he was already there to steady you.

With his arm on your waist and your back leaning against his chest, you made eye contact through the mirror in front of you. You weren’t sure if the pounding you felt was from your heart or his or a combination of both.

There was something almost erotic about holding each others’ gaze in the mirror after Shouto just helped you dress, the two of you still not letting the other go despite the task being complete.

“The dress… You look gorgeous,” he said, not taking his eyes off you for one moment.

You nodded slowly. It did look amazing on you. And it was breathable and soft. (Plus, Shouto liked it, which made you happier than you’d care to admit.) “The only downside would be I need help getting into it.”

“We could get ready together so it’s no issue.”

“I’d...also need help getting out of it.”

You held your breath as his eyes darkened, his grip on your waist tightening ever so slightly in a way that made you curve your back before you remembered you were flush against Shouto and he could feel even the most subtle of movements coming from your body. But by the time you stopped yourself, it was too late. He already felt it and you wanted more.

His voice was hoarse. “I could help you with that too.”

Instead of beginning to unbutton the dress like part of you thought he would, he surprised you by spinning you around to face him, your shoulder blades pressed against the cool glass of the mirror and your palms lingering on the muscles of his warm chest. The contrast of the cold glass and Shouto’s body heat left a shiver down your spine.

“And how do you plan to help take off my dress when you can’t even see the buttons?” you said challengingly, a smirk on your face despite knowing full well your body was showcasing just how affected you were by this situation. By Shouto.

He tilted his head to the side in response to your daring tone, hands swiftly finding their way to your back and unbuttoning the top five buttons. It wasn’t enough to completely expose your breasts, but it was enough to loosen the fabric at the neckline in a way that made you gasp.

“Seems doable to me,” he commented.

You tugged him down slightly by the collar of his shirt. “I don’t quite believe you. Maybe you should prove it.”

A guttural noise sounded from the back of his throat as he cupped your jaw and leaned in closer. You inched forward, eager to meet his lips. But before they could touch, a knock came from the wall next to the curtain, causing the two of you to freeze in your spots, bodies pressed against each other in an intimate flush.

“Hello, Y/N?” said Masuda cheerfully, blissfully ignorant about what was about to happen in a public dressing room in the middle of the store. “How are the dresses coming along? Did you like any?”

“Ah, actually…” you trailed off, exchanging frustrated but amused glances with Shouto. “I think we’ll take this one.”

a/n: so...mirror sex/sex in a dressing room as a bonus chapter? u.u why yes of course. i’m one step ahead; did u even have to ask? LMAO and hm i wonder if y/n’s fEeLiNGs~ are reciprocated skfkfkdg ALSO THEY WERE SO CLOSE TO KISSING BUT DIDN’T I CRY hopefully the wait will be worth it ;3

what to expect in the next part:

GALA TIMEEEE

yes y/n finally gets the fancy candy they so desired

we get to see shouto’s sexy penthouse

shouto says eat the rich >:c

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