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i have honestly no idea how to ask this, but i'll try to put it into words. i feel like i agree with a lot of things related to being punk but at the same time im not sure if i even really comperhand what being punk means. i have no idea where to start the research.
i've seen people saying that punk is just rebelling, i saw others talking about how its related to many things from past and about standing up to the goverment, other ppl say that the fashion is important...
i feel like this is something i could connect to but i just have no idea how to discover which things are true and which are not.
This makes complete sense. Being ‘punk’ isn’t something that just has one definition. My proof:
And there are a lot of people who gatekeep the subculture, and a lot of people who claim to be a part of it, but don’t actually know the first thing about it.
So I’ll start with this: contrary to what you may think you don’t have to look ‘punk’ to be punk. Some of the most punk fuckers out there wear sweaters every day. So while the look is cool, fun, often cheap, and full of symbolism, it is absolutely not required to be punk.
My second point: you also don’t have to listen to punk/alternative/pop punk/metal/etc to be a punk. Sure, the music has a lot of historical importance to the subculture, and is still full of punk values, it also isnt required.
What makes someone ‘punk’ is limited only to their values and beliefs.
To go back to what you said anon, a lot of people do relate being ‘punk’ to understanding the past, and there is good reason for it. The punk subculture sprang up in the 70’s, so there is 50 years of history and symbolism there. A LOT of todays punk culture is deeply rooted in punk history. BUT, that doesn’t mean you have to be an expert on all things punk history - most people aren’t. Typically, you’ll naturally learn the history of what matters to you.
Another reason history tends to be important to punks is that politics and history are intertwined. Punk is a counter-culture, that means we are essentially ‘against the mainstream culture’. In today’s world, that is a bit murky and is instead typically thought of as ‘fighting for people’s rights and a better world’ which most of us can agree that in some way, shape, or form, mainstream culture and politics do not do.
So then, what does one have to believe and value to be considered a punk? I’ve mentioned this before in various posts on this blog, and my stance has stayed the same. Here are the 4 things I believe are the most important.
Learn how to think critically - it’s important to be able to come to your own conclusions rather than just blindly believing what others say is important
Learn about issues that are important to you - learning about issues is the first step to being able to understand the world and make it a better place
Be kind to the disadvantaged- one of my favorite quotes “In an age of performative cruelty, being kind is punk as fuck.”
Stay true to yourself and don’t let anyone compromise your values or sense of self
It’s important to remember too, that just like there are different types of punk music, there are also different ‘genres’ of punks. You have straight edge punks, you have anarchists, there are folk punks, crust punks are out there, you have rural punks, there are activists, you have skinheads (I recommend staying away from that group - though admittedly I don’t know much about modern skinhead groups). Each group is going to be unique and different, and may have their own ‘criteria’. For example, most skinheads will probably just cross out my third bullet point. This blog is more of a general punk blog because I want to use it to share punk culture with people.
All this being said, I think the best way to learn about punk culture and what it means to be punk, is to immerse yourself into the punk scenes. And if you like alternative music, its often full of ideology, especially the older stuff. But there is also no one correct way to be punk. If you don’t like mainstream culture, if you want to fight for a better world - you’re punk. I don’t care if you listen to country music and wear business casual, you’re still a punk in my book.
If you’d like some other sources to check out, here are my recommendations:
Tumblr Blogs: (a mix of punk aesthetic and political/activism blogs) @polyamorouspunk @punkshitposts @pxnkrocknerd @favouritescene @radicalgraff @politijohn @nofashinpunk
Non tumblr things:
Check to see if your local library has a punk archive (more likely in larger libraries)
Read some old punk zines
Read up on some history
And some more history
Listen to some alternative music
#im so sorry if this wasnt worded well#but the tl;dr is that being punk means thinking critically and going against what is mainstream#there is no one correct way to be punk#mail tag#punk culture#punk history
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Explaining subcultures: grunge
Grunge is a music based subculture with fashion and ideology associated with it. Some people criticize the label and believe grunge is just an offshoot of punk. Regardless it still left its mark on American culture
In this post I’ll talk about music, ideology, fashion/visuals, and media representation.
Music: Nirvana is a really well known band associated with grunge, but there’s lots of other bands. The music is important to the subculture so be sure to give it a listen
Ideology: grunge ideology is pretty similar to punk ideology, leading back to the claim by some that grunge is just punk repackaged. A lot of more left leaning beliefs and distaste towards materialism, the government, and big corporations.
Fashion/visuals: grunge “fashion” is actually anti fashion. Thrifted items, dulled colors, messy hair and makeup, etc. it’s largely about rejecting vanity, materialism, and societal standards of appearance, but also just about comfort and practicality. More feminine grunge looks often crossover with kinderwh0re. Makeup (if worn) is usually dark around the eyes and red lipstick was a staple. It was usually messy.
Media representation:
Daria
Janis from mean girls
That’s it! I just do these for fun so im obviously not an expert. Feel free to correct me if anything is inaccurate
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Oh yeah bts fans were pissed cause bb implemented a rule (that I think already existed but tbh didn’t seem consistently implemented) regarding digitals since they could track mass buying and it impacted both jimin and suga’s placement on the charts. Idk how they could do that for physicals but like when the streaming numbers are that behind the physicals it’s pretty clear what’s happening lol.
jimin and yoongi are already very genuinely successful massive global superstar artists i dont think they would really need mass buying anyway to get a good charting position 😭 but i wasnt around since early bts days so idk what their real numbers were like before ptd/butter/dynamite im not an expert at all tho either but the whole streaming/physicals number business is rotten to the core. like once u could claim 'wow theyre million sellers!' but it means nothing anymore everyone is a fashion house ambassador million seller group
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I would like to create my own fae characters but I have no idea where to begin finding research material that I trust. Do you have any recommendations for where to learn about fae?
ohhh well first of all, congrats on wanting to write your own fae!! also im far from an 'expert' on fae but i can provide some stuff to get you started.
when studying fae myths its good to keep in mind that a lot of fae lore is inherently contradictory because of regional variation and the fact that the fae themselves are often just very contradictory creatures. so dont be surprised if you read one article that claims one thing, and then read a book that claims the exact opposite.
you also will want to take in account where the specific fae legends or lore you are reading are coming from. the original location of a piece of folklore can give a lot of context as to how it became folklore in the first place, and its importance to the people living there.
because while when we think of typical fae, we might think of them being a monolithic fantasy creature of the british isles, they can be wildly different between cultures just in that area. not to mention all the other fantasy beings that very much resemble fae or elves in their demeanor, appearance, or abilities from cultures all over the world. ill just focus on interpretations about fae from the UK and surrounding areas in my recommendations tho. it will ultimately up to you what kind of interpretations you use for your idea of fae.
here are some good books to read, mostly nonfiction. some are taking the perspective of examining the fae purely as folkloric and mythological beings, while others may discuss them as actual spiritual beings that exist, either sincerely or as a sort of 'mockumentary' fashion (think that red dragon book we all read as kids)
Spirits, Fairies, Leprechauns, and Goblins: An Encyclopedia by Carol Rose
The O'Brien Book of Irish Fairy Tales & Legends
Finding Faeries: Discovering Sprites, Pixies, Redcaps, and Other Fantastical Creatures in an Urban Environment by Alexandra Rowland (this one is cute)
The Uses of Enchantment: The Meaning and Importance of Fairy Tales By Bruno Bettelheim (take with grain of salt, the author uses Freudian analysis to explain the importance of fairy tales to the human psyche, likely before freud's ideas fell out of favor with the psychology community. still an interesting and informative read.)
Meeting the Other Crowd: The Fairy Stories of Hidden Ireland by Eddie Lenihan and Carolyn Eve Green
The Secret Commonwealth of Elves, Fauns & Fairies: A Study in Folk-lore & Psychical Research by Robert Kirk
Celtic Tales: Fairy Tales and Stories of Enchantment from Ireland, Scotland, Brittany and Wales -- illustrated by Kate Forrester.
Brian Froud's World of Faerie written and illustrated by Brian Froud (art book, very beautiful)
Fairies: A Dangerous History by Richard Sugg
Seeing Fairies: From the Lost Archives of the Fairy Investigation Society, Authentic Reports of Fairies in Modern Times by Marjorie T. Johnson
The Good People: New Fairylore Essays - an assortment of essays on fairy mythology by folklorists and academics
ive either read these or they are on my to read list.
at the end of the day, you should do your research - but make your fae what *you* want them to be. dont let anyone tell you that you have to make your fae look, act, or be a certain way in order to be 'lore' friendly. as the lore is so varied and diverse, you could likely find a story of a fae thats alot like what you had in mind. have fun with it! i swear you wont make the fae mad, if anything they like it when people tell stories about them :)
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— tag game - tagged by @softholand !!!
since tom’s stylist has been lacking fashion sense these last few days, i decided to create this lil tag game for us to have some fun lmao
post 9 looks you’d have tom wear if you were his stylist
So I posted much more than 9 haha but i realised that i basically was picking the same outfits in different fonts and welp i'm a basic bitch but so is Tom so fuck it, I would love to see him in these.
Basically split it up in 3 categories but the colors are the same coz I think dark greens /red-browns /blue-greys would suit him with some pattern to spice it up (again, he is a basic baby). Also layers and like oversized/loose fitting things :))
Taggingggggg:
@duskholland @justasmisunderstoodasloki @worldoftom @spidey-sophie @wazzupmrstark
#tom holland#tag game#im not reinventing the wheel#and not claiming im a fashion exPert#i just liked these outfits and thought it would fit tom#and i had so much fun looking for these#i could spend hourssss#reminds me- i would gladly get back to making moodboards haha#also#board one top middle is literally tom like ugh definitely#and has he worn similar things?? yeah#but again#if it aint broke dont fix t#some things tom has worn were perfection and you gotta work with what works for him#so if you know it works...
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Headcanons for a Purple-swapped Cloister and their Jade-swapped Karako
for ease im gunna break this down into sections
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The five of them (+Karako) are effectively a troupe of entertainers, often traveling and never staying in one place long.
Power disagreements are much less common than usual, partially because of the predetermined hierarchy within the Church and partially because of their increased freedom as purple bloods. While Bronya typically takes the lead Lynera, Daraya, and Lanque all have equal claim to the role. On rare occasions physical fights have broken out, but they’re often resolved quickly and the sleights are forgotten about over a good laugh.
Karako wandered off from the caverns sweeps ago. The other jades couldn’t find him for perigees and assumed him dead. Nobody dares try to separate him from his new surrogate cloister.
The troupe was originally just Lanque and Bronya. They were slowly joined by Daraya, Lynera, and Wanshi over the course of several sweeps.
Because of their travel, they tend to miss Massacre and instead have set aside time to themselves to have what is essentially a cult bible study.
Bronya
Don’t make her tap the sign. [Clowning Rules]
Ruffles on ruffles on ruffles. Ma’am are you wearing a circus tent?
Devoutly ritualistic, though she secretly doubts the tenets of the Church. While this heretical thinking often causes her inner turmoil, that conflict permits her to serve as a neutral ground between the troupe’s divided denominations.
Can and will juggle her entire troupe to get them to behave.
Even more fiercely defensive of her troupe than she already was.
Very kind on the surface and a pleasant presence but has a defensive hair-trigger. She’s even more fiercely protective than usual. Nobody touches so much as a hair on any of her troupe’s heads without having a raging mama bear come at them.
What? Oh, no, that’s not blood on her shirt. She must’ve just spilled a little Faygo hahahaha
Lanque
Enjoys telling jokes at other people’s expense, often using his chucklevoodoo to enhance his ability to intimidate, often to the point of his targets bursting into tears with a single glance.
Plays the harpsichord, among other instruments.
Aerialist and acrobat. Will cartwheel towards you full speed just to leg grab you and toss you to the ground with the sheer power of his thighs and handstand. Likes to walk around on his hands as a flex. Absolute show off.
Heartbreaker in all definitions of the word. Especially literal.
Constantly journaling, writing a mixture of devotionals, confessions, hymns, and slam poems. So much as making passing eye contact with his notebook is a death sentence.
Doses with sopor slime for fun.
Lynera
Recently appointed the subjugglator designation at her Rites of Maturation and it may have gone to her head.
An expert knife thrower.
Self-imposed Sunday School teacher, she’s preloaded with a sermon at any given moment and will lecture the others on teachings of the Messiahs they’ve heard a million times.
Has an interest in dissection and as such is the group’s resident “medic”.
Impulse control is at a constant 0 despite her efforts to seem collected and calm. Embrace your inner zealot.
Daraya
Rather than the full face of paint, she uses an inverse pattern- the majority of her face bare with small patches of white to form the iconic marks that members of the Church are identified by. She makes up for this by adding non-religious makeup that’s as heavy as a brick wall. Other purples sometimes view this as an act of rebellion, though it is a relatively small one. She can have a little blasphemy. As a treat.
Will literally bend over backwards for you if she deems you worthy of her time and effort. She’s a contortionist after all.
Punk goth lolita fashion mashup. Her harlequin patterned tights? Ripped to shreds and patched with fishnet (thanks Lanque).
Serial arsonist. Has burned people at the stake and will again. Has actually developed a talent for fire breathing/eating because of her fascination with it. Can smell burning flesh at 500 paces.
Buys absolutely cursed items from the thrift store. Like girl how many dirt-caked baby-doll heads do you need?
Wanshi
The only thing that matches her massive pigtails is her personality.
Steals the show with her radiation radius of pure unadulterated joy.
No rigged carnival game is a match for her. She will destroy it and return with an armload of prizes.
Steps up her fanfic writing by... convincing coughchucklevoodoocough others to FLARP the scenes for her when she’s stuck. So far, only about 3 casualties.
Federally recognized finger painting prodigy.
Young lady! Stop painting Soldier Purrbeast fanart on the church walls!
Karako
Though he doesn’t have the specialized organ in his throat for true honking like purples do, he’s begun copying the honks he hears the troupe making at one another.
Bronya often carries him around on her shoulders when they travel. She is also not immune to his massive puppy dog eyes when it comes to giving him more Faygo than he should have.
If the sun is coming up and he’s not going down, Lanque will gently rock him to sleep on the trapeze.
He’ll bring Lynera books to read him and she’s primarily responsible for teaching him to speak Alternian. Naturally, she sneaks in stories about the Dark Carnival before bed.
He can get overwhelmed when the troupe takes him to church, so whenever they go in Daraya lets Karako borrow her headphones and listen to her music during the service.
Wanshi likes to paint his face. Since he can’t go through the ritual to get his own design, she paints his face to look like the designs of the troupe members to mark him as one of them.
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Im Changkyun - Natal Chart
- requested by @jookyunz
Can’t remember if you wanted the 18+ section so I included it at the bottom and marked it incase you wanna skip it ❤️
(Not claiming to be an expert this is just for fun please don’t take anything too seriously!) Hope this is helpful and that you enjoy it 🥰❤️
Personality: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Aquarius Mars
Aquarius Sun comes with lots of intrigue and lots of complexity - like the other air signs Aquarius is very adaptable and tends to prefer an “exciting life” (though earth signs tend to see this lifestyle as pure chaos lmao)
Aquarians tend to be intrigued by mystical things due to their very logical view of the world, this logical side can often lend to them coming off as cold or aloof but it’s less about that and more about their need to rule with the head and not the heart in order to avoid being thrown off the balance that they like (Aqua is a fixed sign) also they do NOT want to be hurt by people so the guard they have up towards the world is basically an iron curtain till they develop enough trust with you
Aries Moon is equally as spontaneous and adaptable but for a different motivation - Aries is bold and wants the most out of life and you can bet your bottom dollars they’ll do WHATEVER necessary to gain the lifestyle and goals they set for themselves.
But since they are naturally social butterflies and genuinely just want to have fun and encourage the people they love to reach for their dreams and have fun doing it, they tend to succeed rather easily since people are drawn to them. - All about confidence, bold styles, working hard because they NEED to be the best at whatever they do, but they definitely play hard too (as does every fire sign lmao)
As much as Aries and Aquarius like change and excitement - Capricorn Mercury does NOT. This adds a LOT of grounding and “tradition” to quick moving Aries and unconventional Asquarius.
Capricorn Mercurys are known to speak slow, quite monotonous and precise which I definitely have always felt about Changkyun. You’re not getting too much fluff or extra words from them because Capricorn finds it a waste of energy. They say what they mean when they mean it and not much else more. But this means they are good listeners and are very comfortable and unreliant on “attention” or “being in the spotlight” giving them added levels of independence. I also feel that this is why they are sooooo unbothered by other people’s opinions and friendship.
Aquarians straight up rather be alone than around fake people. They don’t care if they “fit in” with general norms because they don’t want to be like anyone else anyway lmao and they are interesting enough to keep themselves entertained. While Capricorn and Aries have places to go, people to see, and goals to crush so why the hell be worried about others???
Mixed with the other 2 placements it’s likely that his home is a serious sanctuary for him that he takes seriously. When he’s out in the world doing his busy schedules and chaotic traveling and work he’s happy and really feeding into the air and fire energy. But when he gets home it’s his Capricorn Mercury that is being nurtured and stimulated. He’s going to wanna hibernate there for a while without leaving especially if he’s been gone a long time. Could be either unbelievably messy or unbelievably neat but likely no inbetween with these placements lmao.
Aquarius Mars.... reminder that Aquarius is a fixed sign so this in Mars could mean one HELL of a temper or at least rage once he’s set off. But thankfully the Airy nature of Aqua means you’d really have to mess with him to get that kind of reaction because they generally really dislike being upset. They prefer staying content and neutral rather than having extreme feelings of any kind or it makes them veryyyyy edgy. If you can disagree with respect and if you provide logic instead of ego as your argument you’re likely to get a much better reaction from Aquarius
Relationships:
Non-Romantic Relationships & overall communication style: Aquarius Sun, Aries Moon, Capricorn Mercury, Aquarius Mars
Boy oh boyyyyyy he takes a LONG time to open up to people - 2 Aquarius placements and a Capricorn placement screamssssss trust issues and vulnerability issues
Capricorn doesn’t wanna sulk and talk about their problems so IF they trust you enough to come to you with an issue they want solutions and practical help and support
Is really cheered up by acts of service and quality time - watching a great movie even in complete silence just near each other on the couch in sweats tucked under cozy blankets or getting surprised with their favorite dinner can boost their mood instantly
Aries Moon as I said before is a natural in social situations and tends to draw attention even when they aren’t trying so he’s bound to come off a lot more open and friendly than he actually is. The deep stuff won’t come out till he REALLY knows and trusts you and even then… in SMALL increments
That said he’s a super fun friend to have - down for adventures, actually thinks about and puts effort into doing cool stuff with friends and loved ones
When it comes to friendships he shows care through quality time and acts of service
When he buys gifts for people he cares about they are BOMB - cool as fuck and either one or a combination of the following: one of a kind, meaningful as fuck, and/ or super expensive - most likely fashion, jewelry, something music related, or super cool stuff from his travels
Romantic relationships and preferences : Pisces Venus, Aquarius Mars, Aquarius Juno, Aries Eros
Lmao even MORE Aquarius and Aries energy
Ok into the main meat - these four placements are particularly interesting combo: 2 fixed air (Aqua), 1 mutable water (Pisces) and 1 Cardinal Fire (Aries)
Aqua Juno - generally hints at a pretty unconventional relationship and this can come in manyyyyy forms for the very unique and varied Aquarians (partnership without legal marriage, mixed race/culture couple, could even mean choosing a bachelor lifestyle over any normal type of relationship, etc.) - given that Changkyun seems quite close with his parents and his interest in kids I’d say he’s unlikely to choose the bachelor route.
For a lot of Aquarians unconventional can also come in the form of a very stimulating partner, they enjoy learning and expanding their minds and experiences which is why they tend to run towards challenges that others would run from. I think someone who shares similar passions but varied skills and/or background would fulfil that for him. Aquarius, Pisces and Aries like to be stimulated A LOT.
Pisces in Venus is a tricky placement - can be pretty hot and cold, lots of mixed signals, you should be ready to be stood up or flaked on atleast once in the beginning🙄) BUT if you actually manage to earn their trust and dedication they make very caring partners.
Pisces in Venus is art gallery and museum dates, binge watching documentaries especially murder mystery, and spending most of the summer near the closest body of water.
Aries Eros fantasizes about being in a partnership that others look at as a power couple but they’ll never admit it - they dream of a partner who is in awe of them and their accomplishments but has their own big goals and successes to cater to as well. They like people they can grow with as individuals and as a couple. Push and pull works really well with Aries (and the other two fire signs too honestly) they like the cat and mouse thing and they like to have time to miss & yearn for their partner especially the men - absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Love languages in order from most to least: quality time, physical touch, acts of service, gift giving
Aries is a strong sign and they want and need a real partner who respects and supports their independence and boss energy but also can nurture their softer more vulnerable side and be the strong one for them when they need it
***** 18+ Preferences ****
Ooof this should honestly come as a surprise to NO ONE but damn placements do NOT lie...Im Changkyun is one freaky ass boy
I mean ARIES EROS???? Let me spell that out for y’all: fucks you like he absolutely fucking hates you or ties you up like a present and edges you for hours till you’re crying
LOVES, let me repeat LOVES jealousy sex - whether it’s you being jealous of all the screaming thirsting fans he has or him being jealous of guys getting too close too you for his comfort - he is allllllllll about taking that energy directly into the bedroom ASAP (or a bathroom or even closet if it locks 🤐)
Could and WOULD makeout for hours on end - especially if he’s been drinking
The more you switch it up the more excited he is - with all them Aquarius placements it should be pretttyyyyyy often
Different positions, lingerie, role play - any and all of it excite him
With a partner he actually trusts and has feelings for I can see him being extremely open minded to trying things (though obviously EVERYONE has limits and boundaries)
Toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, whip cream, hot wax, spanking - all a STRONG yes
Get the strong feeling he has strong preference to use his mouth often - lots of kissing (passionate, needy, messy - sometimes more aggressive) , likes to give and receive hickeys, wants to kiss all over his partner’s body and LOVES oral both receiving and giving (and I get the feeling he’s TOO good at that 👀)
More willing to let his partner take control than you might think - he’s not a switch but he just doesn’t think you initiating or “being in control” makes him any less dominant. In fact it’s probably the opposite; you showing your desire to that point actually makes him feel MORE dominant and masculine
Literally could find anyone and everyone beautiful - is more attracted to people’s minds, spirit and energy than physical looks (BIG Pisces and Aquarian thing)
Gets turned on every single time he sees you in the crowd at one of his shows - makes him feel like you are the only two people in the world (drives his Aries Eros INSANE - gets a kick out of the slight power play of being on stage in front of so many people, as well as the secrecy and raw passionate energy of it all)
Tattoos, piercings, colorful wigs, or even just interesting jewelry paired with the right lingerie or outfit will have him 🤯- think short black see-through lace robe with nothing on underneath except a sparkling body chain dripping from your body....yep he’ll eat you like a main dish in .00000000023 seconds
Hope you enjoyed! 💕
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here's my take on phoenix's suits if anyone is interested. i dont claim to be an expert in fashion but i do like clothes and im a whore for ace attorney character designs.
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because i know it'll be a question yes i do have a take on edgeworth's suits and it is that they're Ugly As Hell but as someone who wears ugly clothes i respect the confidence. also is that an ascot a jabot or a cravat either way What is going on with it
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obvs feel free to keep this private, but I got recommended the UFH channel by a friend of mine, haven't gotten around to watching anything from it. I trust your judgement on the content, but my friend considers it her main resource 🙃 of course, since you only watched a few videos you might not be able to answer this, but was there any specific really bad/unacademic approaches I should keep my eye out for that my friend might have adopted? we work on a historical festival together so im concern
(I was going to answer this privately but then it got really long and turned into a post I want to post.)
Oh dear! Well, It appears that the lady behind that channel only cares about the 20th century, so maaybe she’s got good stuff on the 20th century at least? I don’t know, but the 2 videos that I saw were so incredibly awful that I’m highly suspicious of all her stuff.
The first bad thing about her channel is that her videos all have a one or two sentence caption and nothing else. (I clicked on a few more just to check) No sources listed, no links of any kind except to her merch store. I don’t recall her mentioning any particular sources for any of the things she said in the videos either, she just declared them very matter of factly.
Good historians cite sources! Bernadette Banners’ video on the history of PPE has so many source links she ran out of room in the description box and had to put the rest of them on a page on her website.
(Oh poo, now I feel a bit bad because I love Karolina Zebrowska but she really needs to do better with leaving source links. But she does talk about doing research, talk in a more nuanced way, and doesn’t present herself as an expert or academic, unlike the UFH lady.)
Good historians also embrace nuance, and aren’t afraid to say “I don’t know” or “I was wrong”. Presenting things in a “this person did this one big thing, and then this happened, and that caused this” kind of way isn’t good because history is more like “all these things happened and as far as we can tell it appears to have influenced this, which was also connected to this other stuff that we don’t know all that much about”. History is foggy and complicated, no matter how much the general public wants it to be simple.
Her description of herself also seems a bit... misleading? In her about page on youtube it says “Amanda Hallay, a college professor specializing in fashion, costume, and cultural history.” but if you look at the CV linked on her website the only degrees she has are in creative writing and art history. I’m not saying a person can’t be really knowledgable about something without a degree, but her whole online presence is about being a “professor” who teaches this stuff so I find it weird.
And if the 1850′s-60s video is anything to go by, she presents things in a shockingly unprofessional way. She starts off by saying she thinks these fashions are ugly and ridiculous and that she has some “theories of her own” on them. @marzipanandminutiae has a post with a lot more about what was wrong with that video, and a few others I haven’t seen. She claims that hoop skirts were oppressive cages when in reality they were a liberating garment that allowed women to achieve full skirts without the heavy layered petticoats they wore previously.
She posts a photo of a naked lady and says “Now lets start with a beautiful naked lady and cover her up with ugly and unflattering clothes. Now this sexy naked lady isn’t so sexy” I wish I was making this up but that’s almost word for word what she said. Along with a whole lot of untrue or exaggerated stuff about Victorian modesty. She says dresses with layered flounces were called “pagoda dresses”, which isn’t a term that anyone has ever used for those dresses. She says this is cut down from a longer video she uses for teaching class, and I find the thought of this being presented in a classroom quite appalling.
After spending about 95% of the video talking about womens fashion in an extremely condescending and disdainful tone of voice, she posts what appear to be the 5 biggest and most extreme examples of 19th century moustaches she could find, presenting them as if they were what every man looked like.
This part really grinds my gears, because she says “I haven’t said anything about menswear because there’s really not much to say.” She posts photos of suits from 5 different decades and says they’re basically all the same, and also basically the same as a modern suit. Excuse you, there is A LOT of difference between menswear of the 1850′s and the 1890′s. Yes the changes over the decades are more subtle, and the colours are often more subdued than in centuries past, but it is absolutely not (as she claims) “the century when men stopped doing fashion”.
I personally am not hugely interested in 19th century mens fashion, and can tentatively date things in the first few decades but after the middle of the century I can’t. But people who are interested and who study that era can tell the decades apart. Because they’re different. And there is SO MUCH to talk about! Suits for different levels of formality, accessories, waistcoats, sportswear, sleepwear, knitwear, swimsuits, loungewear, underwear, etc. are all extremely different from their modern equivalents.
It’s perfectly fine to only study womens fashion if that’s what you’re interested in, but it is not okay to then declare that the history of mens fashion is worthless and nonexistent. Simply not being interested in a thing is no excuse for publicly shitting all over it. (I’ve seen people do this more than once. We already have so few men who do historical fashion stuff! Stop putting off newcomers who might be interested!!)
The fact that her online presence is so closed off is also highly unusual. Comments are turned off for her videos, and the only social media link she has is to a private facebook group. (There is also a link to a fb page, but it appears to have been deleted.) Turning off comments is of course the personal choice of the one posting the videos, but the fashion history side of youtube usually tends towards pretty decent comment threads, and people often have nice little discussions and learn stuff in them. Here it looks like she doesn’t want discussion, doesn’t want to be contradicted or asked for sources, doesn’t want to learn new things.
I had never even heard of this channel until I saw @marzipanandminutiae mention it, nor have I ever heard any of the many historical costumers/youtubers I follow mention it, yet somehow it has 55k followers? I don’t know the demographics that watch it (especially not with the comments turned off!) but I’d wager that videos like the 1850′s-60′s one I suffered through are mainly watched by people who like hearing things trash talked, rather than people who actually want to learn about fashion history. The same sort of people who loved that Beau Brummell twitter thread, which was also full of lies and unsourced garbage. People like to believe the past was way worse and grosser than it was because it makes them feel like we’re smarter and better now.
Lastly, the whole premise of the channel is just bad. Calling any one thing “The Ultimate Fashion History” is a bad idea. Her channel trailer says “Youtube’s number one channel for original fashion history content” “we’ve got it all, fifty thousand years of fashion history”. You can’t have one channel that’s the ultimate resource for ALL of fashion history! It’s a huge, HUGE subject, and even if she did do actual good research she’d barely be able to scratch the surface of fifty thousand years. That’s like saying one channel is the ultimate source for all of science, or all of music, or all of cooking. No one thing can come close to covering all of it.
I will deign to admit that she’s at least right to call it “original”, because she has some very original lies I haven’t found anywhere else.
Most people who study fashion history/historical sewing have one or several eras they like best and find most interesting, perhaps with occasional jaunts into other eras. This way we can focus and get a much better understanding of the eras that we find most interesting, rather than just a vague notion of everything.
For example: I’m most interested in 18th century menswear, and so far have mainly researched and sewn 1785-95 stuff, and more recently some 1730′s. I usually focus on fashionable civilian clothing, so I don’t know as much about working class clothes, and next to nothing about military and other occupational dress. Even with this narrow area of interest, which I’ve been obsessed with for many years, I still have so much to learn! I could never make anything claiming to be the ultimate source for 18th century menswear, because I’m just one person focusing on some aspects, and there are other people out there who research other aspects of it and their work is just as important. It’s all so big and so much, even if you narrow it down to one era.
Amanda Hallay is basically holding up a bucket of saltwater and calling it the ocean.
I haven’t watched any of her 20th century videos, so maybe they’re better than the older ones I watched. I don’t know. (But even if they’re actually good they still don’t have source links.) Edit: okay, nope, turns out they’re just as bad! They appear to make up the vast majority of her videos, so if she’s most interested in the 20th century then maybe she should just... make her channel more clearly 20th century focused instead of trying to paint it as a channel for all eras?
TL;DR, the main bad things about that channel are:
Lying and making ridiculous claims, not citing ANY sources. Spouting easily debunked myths.
Stating things matter of factly without any nuance, even though history is foggy and complicated.
Being extremely judgemental about historical fashions and talking about how much she hates them and thinks they’re ugly, which really isn’t appropriate for a fashion history teacher. You can hear the disgust in her voice and it’s awful and I hate it.
Comments turned off on all her videos, leaving no way to communicate or have public discussions. Unknowing viewers are left to accept her statements as fact without any outside opinions.
Claiming one channel is the ultimate channel for an incalculably enormous subject. Says it covers 50,000 years of fashion history when it’s mostly just the 20th century.
I would like to add that I am not what I would consider an expert either, and have no formal education in fashion history beyond the one college class that was part of my 2 year sewing course. I have learned mainly from books and the internet, and as I said earlier I still have a huge amount to learn. I’m sure a more knowledgable historian could put things better than I have.
But I’m confident in stating that primary sources are needed to back up a claim! Sometimes even widely accepted beliefs turn out to be entirely unfounded myths, like that one about doctors using vibrators to treat “hysteria”. Total nonsense someone made up in 1999.
Wow this post got way longer than intended. Anyways, yes, I do not like condescending slideshow lady.
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Mused obsession (5)
Written by @sombreboy as Jungkook & @chimoona as Jimin
Banner by @carly-bean-blog
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⇢Explicit (18+)
⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin
⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm
⇢Word count: 10.7k of literal filth
⇢Ch.warnings: profanity, my peeps there’s 3 smut scenes in this bring some damn tissues, so much sexual tension, Jimin's praise kink skyrockets, masturbation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dom!jjk, sub!pjm, blowjob with a brief moment of faux sub!jjk, degrading dirty talk, petnames, Jimin is so good at begging I'm in tears while editing this uff, anal (this is fictional they're ok, jimin loves getting his ass stretched pls use lube irl), Jk has a FAT cock, obsessive behavior, lots of cum in Jimin's ass (like, a lot. several times.), some fluff if you wipe the cum away, fingering in the shower (im sweating), more fucking in the shower, even more cum in Jimin's ass istg he's such a cockhungry slut, a smidge of jealous/possessive jk, more fucking sorry not sorry these men are insatiable once they got a taste of each other, cum eating.
Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin.
After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.
The ride back to Jungkook’s place was pure torture. Jimin struggled to keep his hand off his throbbing length—the image of the metal rod gliding through the photographer’s smooth and blushed cock head, burned to his memory. Every time he closed his eyes it was like the image imprinted itself on the backs of his eyelids. He didn’t acknowledge the other man until they pulled up to the front of the house.
When the younger man leant across his lap to open the door, he was left no choice but to finally look him in the eyes. Jungkook’s childlike innocence was hardened by coal black pupils that devoured Jimin whole. As he’s naturally wanting to do, Jimin shrinks beneath the other’s gaze and tries to assess exactly what he’s in for.
At this point, Jungkook neither cares for or bothers to ask whether Jimin would like to go to his place or go back to his own house. No, Jimin's home didn't exist anymore. He knew the blonde would blindly follow him, completely caught in his web.
''We're home.'' Jungkook's warm breath hits Jimin's ear before he leans back, allowing him to exit the vehicle, following quickly behind. He caught up to open the door with his gaze growing darker the second it closed behind them, the chime of the electronic lock almost too loud in the tense silence. ''Park Jimin,” he says clearly, sounding more like he simply wants to say his name rather than to get his attention. ''Let me see your tattoo once more, I want to give it a proper look.''
“R-right here?” Jimin looks around the foyer and notices, as per usual, the room is vacant aside from the two of them. “Okay,” he meekly replies, unbuttoning his pants and sliding the fabric midway down his leg, exposing the fire-red petals as they bleed into his thigh. He feels the temperature of the room increase despite the thermostat’s untouched dial. Jungkook’s encroaching presence was more than enough to heat every part of his body, especially his bare legs, which were studied intently by the younger. “Let me see yours too,” he challenges, bravely pushing his pants down to the floor and kicking them off his feet.
“Oh, you want to see.” Jungkook smiles coyly as he steps closer to the elder, getting rid of his shirt within those few seconds to carelessly throw it on the floor; the maid would take care of it later. “I bet there's more than just the tattoo that you want to see, hm?” He cooes while one hand finds Jimin's hip, the other smoothing over the lines of the blonde's tattoo. ''You know what I'd absolutely love, butterfly?'' Jungkook continues as he inches his face closer to Jimin—his gentle yet strong gaze fails to hide the excitement of the idea in his mind, “I haven't taken photos of you in such a long time. And right this second, no artificial light can compete with the sun.”
It’s golden hour. Jungkook is ecstatic over the little things. He thought of this moment all day, taking Jimin to his large balcony and taking the perfect photo to add to his growing collection.
“More photos, hm?” Jimin smiles and leans into Jungkook’s touch, granting him full access, wherever he likes. He takes the opportunity to feel the man’s bare chest as it closes over his small frame.
Safely inside Jungkook’s impressive home, Jimin feels he can truly do whatever he wants. He presses his lips to the fresh arm tattoo, feeling the heat of the healing skin pulsate into his plush pout. The faint taste of rust lingers as he pulls back and wets his lips. The earthy flavor of the other man’s raw artwork is intoxicating—more than he likes to admit. It’s tender and receptive. He almost swears he feels him shudder as he pulls back to look him in the eye.
“Anything you want, sir.”
Jimin surely isn't the innocent angel Jungkook had initially thought that he was, and being around the photographer surely doesn't do much but bring him deeper, down into the perfect level of corruption that Jungkook craves.
"Good boy." Jungkook whispers, his voice a bit shakier than he'd admit. Jimin has a hold on him that he can't quite place. He wants the model for himself only, to spoil in every way possible.
"Come with me." His lips curl up in a playful grin as he roughly grabs Jimin by his wrist, pulling him along as he strides towards the balcony. His free hand reaches out for the camera he'd left on the counter along the way. “Ah, look at the sky,” Kook chimes in awe as they step outside, the golden glow of the sunset providing the perfect filter. “So pretty.”
“It is,” Jimin agrees, not even pretending to admire the view. All he wants is to watch dewy droplets of sweat bead on Jungkook as the setting sun hits him directly.
Jimin steps close enough to kiss, stands on his toes and flattens his tongue against the base of Jungkook’s smooth fawned neck. “Mm,” he moans, gently sucking the moisture from his skin, “watching you get that piercing...” he glides his hand down the front of the man’s pants and feels him, already responsive, stiffening quick, “...you were so brave. I couldn’t look away, it was almost too much. I wanted to taste you so bad, Jeon. Right there in the shop, in front of Namjoon. I wouldn’t have given a fuck.”He breathes his hot wanton breath against Jungkook’s jaw, nipping up to his cherry lips and claiming them in an ardent kiss. “And now you’ve brought me to this balcony, to do what, photograph me?” He steps back and peels his shirt over his head, tossing it on a lounge chair. Then his underwear, until he’s fully exposed on the sunlit balcony, letting the evening glow illuminate his silhouette. He strokes his aching cock with a soft hand and let’s Jungkook watch his every move. “Is this what you expected?”
Jungkook takes a mental note of the quick mention of the elder 'Not giving a fuck' in the same sentence as 'In front of Namjoon'. He'd remember that one, without a doubt.
“More than I could ever imagine,” Jungkook's eyes glue to the delicate movements by Jimin's smaller hand. “So fuckin' pretty.”
Jungkook is genuinely in awe, licking his lips at the show he's given as he fumbles with the camera. There's no way he'd let this kind of imagery slip through the cracks.
“Sit on the ledge, keep touching yourself. If you do really well for me..” He peeks at the blonde through the camera lens. “I'll grant you one wish. A reward of your choice,” he jokes, but his tone has a serious undertone.
He would grant Jimin anything he desired, whether it be jewelry, a car, clothes—he could have it all. But something tells Jungkook that there's something else he'd rather have, something that both of them would rather have. Something that no money can give, only Jeon Jungkook himself. The latter knew very well what the blonde would want, and he ached just imagining his pretty tune begging for it, after doing his absolute best to be a good boy.
Jimin is quick to take direction, hazy with lust but still well-trained. However, it doesn’t take an expert to know where this is all leading. ”A reward of your choice”—Jungkook’s promise repeats itself in his mind. While he’s given the option to choose, there’s only one thing he wants out of this, and that’s to finally feel Jeon Jungkook inside him...with that new piercing.
He leans against the ledge, not feeling brave enough to sit on it fully without the fear of plummeting to the ground. He arches his back and tilts his face so the sunlight bathes his upper body in warm light. It’s as easy as breathing, posing for the photographer, knowing exactly what he likes to see. Shot after shot, Jimin adjusts his posture and shows off a different angle, even more seductive than the last. His hand wraps around his hard cock and strokes with purpose, looking directly into the camera lens as he does so.
“Beautiful,” Jungkook murmurs to himself as the flickering sound of the camera goes off—one of his favorite sounds. Surely, there were other sounds that would top it by the end of tonight's session.
Jungkook's prominent erection strains against the caging fabric. He uncomfortably adjusts, growing annoyed and unzipping to let his pants fall to his hips, still hanging on. It’s somewhat of a relief, but not enough. He isn't used to the new addition of jewelry on his cock, pleasantly rubbing against his boxers everytime he moves. Eventually, he deems he’s had enough content, wanting to indulge in reality as it is, and places the camera on the ledge next to Jimin when he steps close. He positions himself between the elder's spread legs, hands settling on his thighs. He feels the heat radiating off the fresh artwork on Jimin's skin and traces the shape with his fingers.
“As always, your performance is nothing but flawless,” Jungkook breathes against Jimin's plush lips. He’s too beautiful, like an actual angel, and Jungkook is the polar opposite. Darkness, the corrupt devil that wants Jimin as his own personal plaything for all of eternity. “You deserve a reward,” Kook's blunt nails scrape against the sensitive, tattooed skin, surely causing it to sting. “What do you desire?”
The pain of Jungkook’s nails digging into Jimin’s tender broken flesh makes the model shudder. The pleasure mixed with the pain is a welcome feeling. He wants more.
“I’ve been a good boy?” Jimin asks in the sweetest airy voice. He looks at the other man with the most wide and innocent eyes he can muster—lips pouting gently as he speaks. “Anything I desire?”
With a nod from the photographer, Jimin reaches up and tangles his hand in Jungkook’s hair, gripping it roughly and tugging his head down to eye-level. “I think it’s time you got on your knees, puppy.” His cock stiffens impossibly hard at the mere thought of the younger man becoming submissive for him, even if for just a brief moment. “Take me in your mouth and I swear I’ll make it worth your while.”
Jungkook bites back a hissed groan at the tug of his dark curls. Jimins sudden switch into dominance catches the younger by surprise. It isn't terrible, but rather exciting.
Cute, Jungkook thinks. As much as he loves to inflict pain, receiving it is a close second. There’s his kink for tattoos, and the spontaneous piercing was more than enough proof for his masochism.
“Ah, fuck...” Kook curses, but his tone is laced with lust. “Puppy?” he huffs with a small smile, eyes staring down at the elders throbbing length. Okay, he'll play along. “Yes..” his tone changes, softening as his gaze shifts to meet Jimin's. His dark, doe eyes suddenly display need, as if he is indeed a puppy that wants to do well. Jungkook is a great actor, but only because part of him truly does enjoy this dynamic.
He swiftly drops to his knees and smoothes his hands down to settle on Jimin's knees. “Want me to be your little puppy?” Kook licks his lips, inching closer to the blondes painfully hard cock, his hot breath coating the velvety skin.
Jimin is already overcome with arousal and the pleasure of both watching Jungkook between his legs and the feeling of breath fanning over his length, teasing him with the sheer proximity of the younger’s open mouth. “Y-yes sir—I-I mean...” he flounders as he tries to adapt to his temporary role, “...puppy.” He grips Jungkook’s hair even tighter and pulls him forward to forcefully graze the younger’s pout along his leaking tip.
He wishes he held a camera to capture this moment from his point of view so he could watch it over and over. The world of fashion would erupt at the leaked footage of golden boy Jeon Jungkook on his knees, but he wants to keep it all for himself. He releases his grip on Jungkook’s hair and grabs the camera from the ledge beside him. He tries his best to turn it on, but suddenly realizes it’s already recording video.
“Dirty puppy,” Jimin scolds lightly, aiming the camera at Jungkook’s blushed face. He isn’t surprised in the slightest, seeing as how infatuated the recluse raven-haired photographer is with capturing him in precarious positions. “Look at me and part those pretty lips.” He holds his throbbing cock in his hand and rubs the tip over the younger’s pout, coating them in his essence. “Taste how ready I am for you.”
Jungkook scrunches his nose in a small, bunny-like smile at Jimin's slip up and the reaction to the camera recording. The blonde never seems to mind his kinks. A small part of Jungkook feels a pinch of hesitation in his body when the camera is suddenly on his face—a very controversial image if it was to ever be released to the public...but, the thrill of it is more arousing than he expects.
“You're so sexy when you tell me what to do.” He coos, mimicking the tone of voice he knows too well from Jimin, familiar with how a sub should sound. Jungkook's eyes sparkle as the rays from the sunset hit his face. He holds intense contact with the lens and presses his flattered tongue on the underside of Jimin's length, slowly dragging his wet muscle upwards, meeting the tip, swirling, collecting precum. A low hum vibrates in his throat—Jimin tastes sweet.
“Fuck—“ Jimin gasps, involuntarily bucking his hips, pushing his shaft shallowly into Jungkook’s mouth. Just locking eyes with the younger man while he tentatively laps is enough to make him shake. It’s unusual handling a camera while feeling the overwhelming heat of Jungkook’s skilled tongue. After a minute, he relaxes and lets the younger take control while he films as best he can.
Jimin thinks this exhilarating feeling must be what Jungkook loves so much when he’s behind the camera. The separation between reality and a curated virtual realm is wholly satisfying to experience. It’s as if the man on the other side isn’t real. He’s too good to be real. Jimin focuses solely on the camera screen and feels blushed each time Jungkook locks eyes with the lens while taking him deeper, teasing him with his innocent gaze while his lips encircle him devilishly.
“Good puppy,” Jimin coos quietly, rocking his hips slowly, begging for more friction.
“Mm?” Jungkook crooks a playful eyebrow at the camera, knowing Jimin's focus was tunnel visioned on him only. His hands mindlessly roams up and down the model’s thighs, using nothing but his mouth to tease the pretty head of Jimin's swollen cock. The photographer is already crumbling, just as easily as when he’s above.
“Ah, hyung…” Kook whines deliberately to test what kind of reaction he'd get, wrapping his plushy lips around the tip to give it a harsh suck.
Jimin curses under his breath and tangles his hand in Jungkook’s messy hair again, pulling him down onto his cock until he gags. The honorific catches him by surprise, not expecting the younger to take on this submissive role with such commitment. It makes Jimin want to push him further, to use him a bit until he snaps.
“F-fuck, Jeon, you’re being such a pretty whore for me.” So pretty. The sun darkens as it dips beneath the horizon and casts pale shadows over his angelic face. “Do you like worshiping my cock?” He gives a few rough thrusts and brushes his tip past Jungkook’s gag reflex until tears prick at the corners of his eyes. “Do you like being treated like this, or would you prefer something we’d both enjoy?”
It’s slowly becoming a bit too much for Jungkook. He is a glutton for pain, but being somebody's whore, or gagging on a cock like some...toy? It’s endurable, and the way Jimin's thighs tremble under his touch tells the younger man that he seems nervous, as he should be. Who wouldn't be cautious while having Jeon Jungkook on his knees?
Screwing his eyes shut while punished by Jimin’s cock, Jungkook forces stray tears to trickle down his cheeks, coughing. It triggers the younger to dig his blunt nails into Jimin's thighs, grazing the latters cock with his teeth as he slowly withdraws his mouth. He keeps the tip between his teeth. It would be so easy to make the model scream, and he would, but not this way.
“Hmm? Something we'd both enjoy?" Jungkook's nails continue to dig, deliberately trying to draw whines from Jimin. “I'm not sure what you mean unless you tell me. I rather enjoy being down here.” He lies with a coy smirk—the doe-eyed gaze now shifts into something more sinister.
Jimin curses again, louder this time and strangled by his throaty moans. Jungkook’s onslaught on his thighs is almost enough pain to distract him from the pressure around his cock. He knew it would be a challenge for the younger man to drop to his knees and submit fully. So, he takes his punishment gladly and begins to shake as he reaches his threshold.
“Shit, Jeon,” he tugs the man’s head off his length with a sharp snap, grazing Jungkook’s teeth along his sensitive tip as it pops out of his mouth. “You know what I want.” He sets the camera aside on the ledge with the wide lens pointing at the two of them. “I-I want you to...” his cheeks flush as his intimidating demeanour fades by the second. He pleads with his dark chestnut eyes, “...fuck me, please.” He glances down at Jungkook’s aching cock and wonders how good it will feel to have that metal barbell brush against his prostate while he gets fucked dumb on the exposed balcony.
Jungkook doesn't hesitate to get back up on his feet in between Jimin's spread legs, hands snaking around the elders waist to pull him closer, pressing their erections together. Never has the younger despised a piece of fabric as much as he did now, tugging them down as he bites back an eager moan at the skin-to-skin sensation.
“I know you've wanted it for a while.” Jungkook's breath comes out in heavy huffs, one hand reaching down to stroke himself and Jimin within the same grasp, cocks rubbing together. “I've wanted to shove my fat cock in you since I laid my eyes on you for the first time.” He groans at the memories, so happy that he's gotten this beautiful angel to be his, under his mercy and control. “Do you trust me?” Jungkook suddenly asks, eyes growing more serious beneath a haze of lust, one hand still stroking them both whilst the other snakes around the blonde's waist to hold him close.
Just as he did the first time, Jimin nods, “I trust you.” He rolls his hips to grind his hard cock against Jungkook’s. This is what he only hoped to have since his first interaction with the man. The way he takes control of every situation, and the way he makes Jimin feel...so special makes him weak in the knees. “I-I want your fat cock inside me...” The mounting pleasure of their leaking cocks sliding against one another is just a tease. Jimin spits into his hand and strokes the younger’s length, preparing him to line up at his entrance. He isn’t above begging. The thought of being stretched and claimed by his partner makes Jimin whimper needy moans, desperate to finally feel their bodies connect. “...Please, I need it...”
'I trust you.', 'Please, I need it.' It’s all Jungkook needs to give in to his desires. A low moan slips through his teeth when Jimin's delicate hand strokes his twitching length. It looks even bigger in the blonde’s small grasp, and it drives the younger mad.
“Feel what you do to me?” Jungkook groans into Jimin's ear as he roughly puts his hands behind the blonde's knees, pushing them up and forcing him to lean backwards on the ledge. His grip is firm though, and it keeps him in place with no risk of actually letting Jimin fall from the wide surface. But the knowledge of possibly being able to—having Jimin's life in his hands… It makes Jungkook's cock throb heavily. “I need it too. Need you.” He kisses Jimin's jawline, trailing down to his neck before sucking on the tender tissue as if it was his own personal canvas, all for him to paint with purple and pink bruises.
Slowly, but eagerly, Jungkook uses one hand to properly press his tip against Jimin's tight hole. “You won't be able to think about anything but my fat cock, will you?” Kook adds as he drives his hips forward, finally sinking into the elders tightness that squeezes around him. “Fuck... So tight.”
The pressure of Jungkook’s girth causes Jimin to involuntarily roll his eyes to the back of his head. He opens Jimin up deliciously, pushing his tender piercing deep into his wanting heat.
“I-I,” Jimin whimpers pathetically in his arms, overcome with pleasure and adrenaline. “Jungkook—fuck...” He peeks over his shoulder and tenses at sight of how high up he really is. It adds to the moment, surrendering his entire being to the photographer and laying his whole life on the line. The sheer height is unnerving yet intoxicating. “Deeper, pleaseee. Your cock stretches me so good—shit.” Jimin grabs Jungkook’s biceps and uses them as leverage to rock the younger man’s studded length as deep as he can bare, shaking from the sensation of the heated metal gliding over every ridge of his sensitive tissue.
Jungkook obliges to his wishes and pushes deeper until the bulbous head of his cock lodges inside Jimin's deepest parts. A throaty moan slips through his lips when Jimin's ass clenches down on his length.
“I've dreamed of this for far too long, shit…” He takes a second to get used to the tight warmth, squeezing the blondes flesh between his fingers, hard, before he finally starts to grind his hips into Jimins. "Oh fuck yeah..." he pulls back to look straight at the smaller male, wanting to memorize every single expression he’s able to draw out of him.
”I’ve dreamed of this for so long...” —Jungkook’s words replay in Jimin’s mind while his thighs slap against bare skin, groaning with a new pulse of pleasure. His ring of nerves contracts as he wonders just how long the younger has dreamt of this moment. Weeks? Months? ...years? Jimin cranes his neck to taste Jungkook’s blush-bitten lips, nesting them between his in a feverish and parted exchange, laving his tongue over each other’s.
Is this what he wanted all along? ...Was it everything he hoped for? It certainly is for Jimin. His own cock aches for relief, so incredibly hard and leaking precum.
“Me too,” Jimin confesses through heavy breaths. “Dreamt of you burying this thick cock inside me...christ. I could barely focus at the studio. The tension...mmf...” He chokes back a gasp as the studded mushroom tip sinks deeper. He wets his full lips and holds tight to the taller man, letting him cradle his weight in his arms and move him any way he pleases. He focuses on the erotic stretch of his soft velvety walls as he accommodates the younger’s girth—he’s much bigger than he expected, filling him up completely with barely any room left to maneuver.
“Yeah, that damned studio. I wish I could've had you sooner,” Jungkook confesses mindlessly. His judgement clouds with a haze of lust taking over him. He continuously grinds his hips deeper, stretching out the elders' smooth walls until the glide feels less suffocating. Then he begins to pull out until only the tip is buried inside. “You're mine, Jimin.” Kook possessively nips back at his plush lower lip in between kisses, hands moving from his thick hips to his waist. "My gorgeous little butterfly, I want to be the only one taking your photos...touching you, fucking you.”
“I-I want it...” Jimin’s mind blanks as a wave of euphoric pleasure tears within him. His head rolls to the side and he tries to focus on the moment—on Jungkook. His attention is pulled by the red blink of the recording camera just off to the side. Was the photographer putting on a show, or were his words genuine? He wants to be the only one to fuck him, and...to photograph him? He’s not sure how well his manager would take the news, but the offer is incredibly tempting. Belonging to him, entirely? Putting aside the materialistic items and the glitz and the glam of a public relationship, Jimin feels blazing hot over the idea of being the one object of the man’s desire.
Jimin can’t take it anymore—he reaches down and begins to stroke himself to match the rhythm of Jungkook fucking him deep. “I need you. ...I want you to fill me with your cum.” The pace of his hand on his cock increases as he adoringly looks up and watches sweat glisten on Jungkook’s neck—fluffy black hair dampening and tacking to his forehead.
''It's all yours, Jimin, all yours. Anything you want,'' Jungkook's low words pause as he grunts, his hips maintaining a rougher yet slow pace. ''Everything I can give you, everything I have, it's nothing—it's yours. All I need is for you to be mine.'' He continues, his words barely audible in between his heavy breaths. He means it, he already has it all-- but it’s dull, boring, worthless. All he’s grateful for is that his status brought Jimin to him so easily, the one thing—person that he desired. There isn't a single object Jungkook has ever photographed that was more valuable to him than Park Jimin.
''You need me.'' Jungkook smiles at the elders' whiny words, noting how Jimin's eyes shift to the camera for a short second, licking his lips the moment the attention is back on him. ''You'll always need me, won't you? Tell me.'' It was neither a plea nor a command, but a necessity. With one hand still keeping a hard grip on Jimin's waist, the other reaches down to squeeze Jimin’s hand tight, preventing him from stroking himself. The grasp tightens further, squeezing Jimin's length inbetween their hands—a form of control in the youngers mind, still fucking deep into him. ''Swear it, and I will fuck you full of my cum.''
“Mmf—“ Jimin stifles his groan into Jungkook’s arm as his strong hand holds him tight at the hip. The pressure of the grip makes him tense and release sporadically, causing him to inch his hips forward to try and regain friction. He needs a little more to reach his high, but the feeling of Jungkook’s fat jeweled cock head is dragging against his prostate deliciously, he could probably cum just from the mere thought of it inside him.
“I do, I do, I need you,” Jimin whimpers pathetically. He wants to cum badly but the desire to surrender himself to the photographer supersedes any other. Whether it be for show, impulse or raw passion, Jimin swears with staggered gasps, “I’m all yours, Jungkook. Every bit of me...belongs to you.”
Jungkook glances over at his camera for a split second, his small smirk growing at the blinking red light that greets him. Perfect, he thinks. Now he has everything.
“Perfect,” Jungkook voices out his thoughts in a rumbling groan, removing Jimin's grip to wrap his own tattooed fingers around the latter’s pretty dick, jerking him off without mercy. He pounds harder, faster, deeper into him. “The most gorgeous,” he moans again as frenzied thrusts lose their rhythm. He keeps going, feeling the heat pool in his lower abdomen. “And all mine, gonna fuck you so full of my cum, your body only needs me, shit...!” He throws his head back, lips parting as heavy huffs slip through. Sweat drips down his skin and muscles flex as they're put to hard work. “Gonna cum, f-fuck—say it again Jimin, you’ll see no one else, just me. Say my name.”
Jimin feels small and fragile, precariously balanced on the balcony ledge as Jungkook’s thrusts become sporadic. One false move and he could easily plummet to his death, but he needs to trust. He wants to trust. He’s spent far too long pushing others away to progress his career. It’s tiring. A life without someone has been exhausting, and he’s never felt anything like this before.
He locks in on the younger man’s predatory gaze and gets lost in the intensity of the moment. His heart thumps in his chest faster than the rapid rate in which Jungkook fucks into his sensitive heat. There’s a fire in his feral eyes that makes Jimin think, for just a moment, that perhaps this is moving too fast. But his body is light in Jungkook’s hold, and despite the dangerous circumstance, he feels the safest he’s ever been.
How is that possible?
In a matter of days he’s irrevocably fallen for a stranger—allowed himself to become marked permanently and even begged for more. He doesn’t recognize himself when he looks in the mirror, and if he’s completely honest, he likes it.
“Jungkook, Jungkook,” Jimin pants in a whiney voice, ragged and raw. “I only want you...I want you to own me...ruin me if you want, just—“ He wrenches his eyes shut as his high creeps up and tries to get the words out before Jungkook’s slender hand works him to finish. “Fuck your cum in me, please. I’ve been so good...I need it so bad. Only want to be filled by you.”
Jimin is so good, it has Jungkook foaming at the mouth. There are no other words he could ever imagine wanting to hear more. Actually, that’s a lie...but he'd get there. Jungkook can't handle the way Jimin squeezes around him with such force. It’s as if the blonde's fleshy walls are pleading to be filled with cum, just as much as the man himself wants it. He’s so close, so close...
''Fuck, yes.. You're mine, mine mine!'' Jungkook growls lowly, eyes blown wide with his admiration, his obsession for Jimin. He sloppily snaps his hips into the model’s abused ass, gradually losing the drive he once had. Jungkook feels himself slowly crumble down as he digs deeper into Jimin's clenched insides, desperate to fill him up, desperate to get him to cum too. He keeps a firm grip around Jimin's slick cock, adamant to hurl them both over the edge.
“Cumming,” Is all he manages to cry out—a drawn out, low moan replacing his ability to speak as spurts of white gush into Jimin. “Oh fuck, yeah..” Jungkook keeps his head thrown back as the muscles in his throat strain, adam's apple bobbing heavily in unison with the way his body tenses while disposing of his warm cum into his Jimin. “So good, so fucking good…” He murmurs, eyes closed in bliss. It’s as if he’s in a different world. The darkness gives him the ability to focus solemnly on feeling Jimin's tight ass milk him completely.
Jimin’s aching cock twitches in Jungkook’s grasp as he strokes him rapidly with his own release. Even with eyes closed in blinding pleasure, he can still feel every bulging muscle and pulsing vein in the younger’s arms as his nails dig into them.
“J-Jungkook—cumming for you...” His sweat-slicked abdomen tenses as his orgasm takes hold, causing him to clench sporadically around Jungkook’s spent length, still nested deep within him. “Don’t pull out, don’t—f-uck.” He claws his nails deeper until he feels the skin break beneath them. “Stay inside me, it feels too good...don’t leave yet.” It’s a swirling mixture of gripping bliss and codependence that causes Jimin to nearly sob his needy begs into the younger’s chest.
Jungkook’s fresh piercing drags deliciously against the model’s abused prostate as his high wears thin and his body begins to relax.
“Don’t leave me,” Jimin pleas, pressing his plush lips blindly against any bit of the man’s exposed skin, tasting the salt of his sweat and exertion. “...not yet.”
Jungkook pulls Jimin closer, the clammy skin of their bodies pressing together as he wraps his strong arms around him—pulsating cock still lodged deep inside.
“I'll never leave you,” Jungkook promises, pressing his nose into the damp blonde curls on the crown of Jimin's head. Being connected with his butterfly like this is all he ever wanted. "I'll give you me every day. My cum...my love,” he murmurs, pulling back a bit to grasp Jimin's jaw, guiding him to meet his eyes. “You're mine forever. Okay?” Kook smiles, his toothy grin a contrast of childish joy compared to the fire swirling in his gaze.
Jimin is all his, in every way. Jungkook draws in the blonde by the jaw, kissing his swollen lips softly. A low hum vibrates in the younger's throat, content with the moment. Jimin melts into the kiss, feeling warm and wholly satisfied as Jungkook’s embrace protects him from the night air that slowly wraps around their naked bodies.
“Okay,” Jimin nods with lips still connected. “And you’re mine, Puppy.” He smiles against Jungkook’s lips with a light blush. It’s a bit odd to use the pet name as a genuine term of endearment, but he likes it a lot. It suits the man perfectly—with his sharp bite, innocent gaze and shaggy soft hair.
The sun set. They’re left in the blackness of night with just the thin veil of the moon and twinkling property lights to guide them. He loosens his grip around Jungkook’s arms and lets him slowly withdraw, wincing as the pierced head slides past his ring of nerves. He tenses to keep in the younger’s tacky cum, enjoying the warmth of it inside him. He looks towards the balcony door and back at Jungkook sheepishly. He’s sleepy after the long day, but not ready to crash yet. There’s comfort in this newfound domesticity and he even begins to feel like he’s found a second home. After such an intense scene on the balcony, he can’t resist the desire to remain close and enjoy the evening together.
“Before bed...could you...” His eyes gleam with childish excitement, “Could you teach me how to play Overwatch?” He hates his pathetic defeat in the last round, and while it led to a very eventful night, he needs to prove he can make a comeback.
Jungkook tilts his head to the side like a confused puppy. ''You want to play Overwatch?'' He asks, even if he clearly heard the question. His smile grows wide, then nods quickly, supporting Jimin by the waist to help him come down from the ledge and on his feet. He thought to carry the model, but is too tired to do so. ''Let's play, but first I think we should take a ahower.''
Jungkook grabs Jimin with one hand, and the camera with the other. Completely unbothered with the scattered clothing and their nudity, he guides Jimin to the bathroom with him and mindlessly stops his recording to begin skimming through it. Perfect, Jungkook thinks, placing the camera on the large sink before turning on the hot shower. He steps inside with Jimin quickly following behind. He sighs in content when the water streams down over their bodies, sweat and other bodily fluids quickly washing down the drain.
“You still got my cum in you?” He asks. With his attention to detail, he realizes he never saw a trace of his spilled cum on the balcony. He steps closer, pressing chests pressing, and snakes his hands around to spread Jimin's cheeks. “Need me to clean it out for you?”
The sudden grasp of Jungkook’s hands on Jimin’s ass makes him jump a little. All that work and the man wants more. It doesn’t seem he could ever get enough.
“Yes,” Jimin replies, barely above a whisper.
The one thing better than feeling Jungkook’s slick cum inside him could be the feeling of It getting fingered out. He has yet to experience the handiwork of the man’s long tattooed fingers. He knows it’ll feel different from his thick cock; slender, yet deft and agile. His pretty length stiffens. His abused prostate aches but the rest of his body is blazing hot and receptive once again. Even after getting fucked hard and ruthlessly, the model is eager to have his tight hole stretched even further. The hot water cascades down his small frame and loosens his muscles to relax for the other man. He inches his ass closer to Jungkook’s ministrations, giving the younger an extra push to do with him as he pleases.
Jungkook hums in approval with the way Jimin hands himself over thoughtlessly. With need, greed, and trust—all at once, giving the younger complete power of his little butterfly.
“Can't have your pretty little ass dripping with my cum all night, can we…” He muses out loud with strong hands twirling Jimin around, firmly pressing him against the tile wall with a flat palm between his shoulder blades. He presses hard, leaving enough room for the model to move his chest away from the cold surface, but tight enough that he’d have trouble breathing. “Or maybe we could…” Jungkook continues, not really expecting any sort of response as his free hand tugs at Jimin's hip, forcing him to arch his back. “Maybe I'll just clean you just to fill you up again.”
Jungkook exhales a shaky breath and sinks his middle finger inside of Jimin, feeling the warmth of his sticky release swirling inside. He presses deeper, forcing the cum to dribble down his hand as the digit takes up all the space.
Jimin’s eyes flutter shut. His tight little ring is sore, but the sting of the stretch feels so good he’s glad the younger is holding him stable against the wall, otherwise he might sink to his knees. The width of Jungkook’s finger fills him deliciously—it’s easy for him to relax further as the digit sinks in deep, forcing the warm cum to slide out and down his thigh.
“J-Jeonnn,” he whines aloud. His needy voice echos off the cold hard tile. He’s not exactly sure what he’s whining for—perhaps something to bite onto. Everything feels too good, all at once—the warmth of the water, the tight press of their bodies, juxtaposed by the chill of the wall. “Your fingers...fuck, Jungkook...” Even still, while he only has one finger inside him, he can’t string together a single coherent thought.
“You like this?” Jungkook's lips curl up into a smile, knowing the answer by the way Jimin shudders and whines under his touch. He shoves his finger in deeper, past the knuckle to slowly massage the elder’s sensitive prostate, forcing more of his cum to dribble out and wash down the drain. “You'll take another, won't you?” He coos, pressing his chest against Jimin's flushed back, teasing soft lips against the blonde's ear. “Want your little hole to always be ready for me.” Jungkook adds a second finger, then a third with some ease from the slick cum coating his digits, pumping them mercilessly into his ass. The wet sounds ricochet off the tiled room. Jungkook presses his body further against Jimin's—the hand that once pushed on the elders back now wraps around his own cock to stroke himself in tandem to the pace of which he fucked his fingers into Jimin. “Fuck, I can't get enough of you.”
The heat of Jungkook’s breath and the tight press of his chest makes Jimin’s body tense with arousal. He can hear the slick sounds of the younger man pleasuring himself as he fucks his long fingers in and out torturously.
“A-are you going to—“ he cuts himself off, realising just how pathetic he would sound, begging for cock once again. But he can feel the brush of Jungkook’s hard length against his ass as he works it steadily with his other hand. It’s too distracting not to think about. “A-are you going to fuck me with your big cock?” He’s never been so needy for anyone, always taking care of himself when the mood strikes. However, he can’t picture a world where he’s alone forever after experiencing the way Jungkook possesses every dip and curve of his body.
Jungkook's lower lip becomes swollen from biting on it so much, eyes widen at Jimin's needy state. The elder seems completely consumed by every touch, and it makes him feel so powerful. Jeon Jungkook knew power. He had it all. But none of it compared to this. Having power of another human being on such a deep level. Jimin needs him, and him only. And right now, all the blonde needs is his cock.
"Yeah." Jungkook simply states. "Gonna fuck you again, and again and again until your insides are shaped for my cock only.” Jungkook withdraws his fingers from Jimin's hole, quickly replacing it with his cock by driving his hips forward, filling up the blonde with one swift motion. A low moan slips past his lips, with one palm flat on the wet tile next to Jimin's head, seeking leverage while the other hand firmly grips his hip.
Jimin’s small hole is gaped and hungry for Jungkook to drive in deep. It’s all he can think about until he’d had it; then, it’s pure gut-wrenching pleasure.
“Fuck me hard, please, pleeease,” the blonde begs in pitchy moans, voice quavering each time Jungkook’s hips slap against his pert ass. He winces as the pace increases without warning. It’s a pleasure in every sense of the word to be used by the photographer like this. He can feel the sting of his fresh tattoo as the hot water hits it between light rubs into the chilled wall. Each time it’s grazed by hot and cold, Jimin is reminded of the permanent claim the younger has on his body, and the matching claim he has over his.
Jimin rolls his hips back onto Jungkook’s cock and shudders as his walls contract around the hot prodding barbell. “Wanna cum just from your cock. Gah—” He rolls his hips faster, rushing to reach his high at an impatient speed. “Use me,” he pants, barely above a whisper as he begins to lose control of his hoarse voice.
"Shit...you're such a slut." Jungkook growls out as his overgrown fringe hangs over his eyes and looks down at the way his cock disappears into Jimin's ass. “Your hole is so greedy—fuck, squeezing and sucking me in like it never wants me to leave." He’s just as greedy, wet skin smacking against Jimin’s, echoing loudly in the room.
Needy for more momentum, the younger takes a step back, pulling Jimin's ass with him in one hand and pushing his back down into a stable position. “Arch your back for me baby."
Jimin does as he’s told without question, just the way his partner likes it. Jungkook places both of his strong hands on Jimins ass cheeks and spreads them to properly see his cock drill in and out. His clawing grasp taints Jimins skin red, fucking into his abused hole with more strength, tugging the boy’s hips back to meet his powerful thrusts.
“A cockslut. Jeon Jungkooks personal little cumdump. That's what you want to be, isn't it? Haa.." Kooks muscles tense up, feeling the heat of his orgasm pool in his lower abdomen. He desperately chases the feeling, paying no mind to Jimin’s aching cock. He'd cum anyway, especially with the way the younger's thick, pierced tip repeatedly jams against his prostate.
Jimin swears his knees could buckle with each new punishing thrust of the younger’s heavy cock. He can already feel his orgasm building as his smaller frame is bent and contorted to be used, walls pulsing around the swollen shaft.
“Yes! Y-yes!” Jimin arches his back deep to grant the other man all the leverage he needs to push in entirely, sinking his reddened tip nice and deep, causing Jimin to drool onto the tiled floor. “I’m a cockslut...I’m your fucking cumdump...”
As he’s fucked dumb Jimin abstains from touching himself. Without looking, he knows he’s painfully hard, dripping pre-cum. “Feel my tight ass gripping you...s-shit—your fat cock stretches me so good.” He peeks over his shoulder and watches Jungkook nip his bottom lip so tight that he’s sure the skin is breaking. Jungkook’s cheeks look hot and dewy from exertion; small beads of combined sweat and water drip down his soaked fringe and trail down his tensed muscles. “Gonna—oh, god...” the blonde strains against Jungkook’s hold and cums untouched, streaking his release down the tile wall, cut off by the younger cursing and stilling within him, so close to pushing every drop into his spent hole. “C-cum in me,” he whines, feeling the younger swell within him as his pitch gets louder. “Please, please, pleaseee.” He locks eyes with Jungkook and loses himself in his dark feral orbs. “Fill me up again...and again—“
Jungkook's eyes remain open, focusing on Jimin's desperate face as he cums, buried to the hilt, ensuring his blonde receives every single drop of what he has to offer. His cock throbs heavily and cum erupts like a volcanic explosion, thick and hot inside. "Oh my god, my little butterfly."
His throaty, strained moan reverberates as he empties himself inside, smoothing his large hands across Jimin's back before wrapping around his torso, pulling him up and holding him close against his flushed chest. A soft kiss on his neck follows before Jungkook pulls himself out with a quiet whine of oversensitivity.
"You're so perfect for me," Jungkook praises, wasting no time in carelessly shoving his fingers inside Jimin to prod the cum out, letting most of it simply dribble out and wash down the drain. “Still down for overwatch? I'm not sleepy…”
Jimin stretches and feels his body become slack with exhaustion. It has been a LONG day. He doesn’t care much for the game himself, but any opportunity to see Jungkook’s childish joy is a coveted one. Plus, he has to get better so he could beat him one day. The man is good at everything, he muses internally, recalling the beautiful photography sets he made just for him. There has to be a weak point somewhere.
“I’ll need one of your bananamilks if I’m going to stay awake much longer,” he yawns, resting against the younger’s side as they walk into the living room. “And then get ready to fight for your life, Jeon,” he smiles. “I won’t go easy on you.”
Jungkook hands Jimin a cozy bathrobe to wear to the living room and opts for boxers for himself. He’s generally warm, and nothing beats sitting in your couch, gaming in only his underwear. Well, maybe being naked, but that'd be cheating if he taunted the blonde with his goods during an Overwatch session.
“Let me get some, you start up the game okay?” Jungkook points towards the large TV as he diverts from their path to go find the fridge. He pulls out a couple bananamilks—more than one is surely going to be needed, at least for him. He shoves a few drinks into his arms as he carries them to the living room, letting them plop down on the glass table in front of the couch. “Alright, drink up, let's do practice rounds first to warm you up.” He grabs a drink for himself and sips on it as he raises a coy eyebrow towards Jimin.
Jimin exhales a big yawn and stretches one arm to the ceiling while the other brings the sweet milk to his lips. He takes a couple gulps and lets the cool liquid swirl along his taste buds, already familiar with the taste, nearly addicted to the artificial flavor.
"Practice rounds?" He blinks up at Jungkook with glassy eyes, snuggling deeper into his fluffy and luxurious robe to get cozy. He sets the sugary drink aside and grips the controller with both hands, ready to try his best. "No bets, this time around," he winks at the younger man, "After I beat you, it's time for bed."
Jungkook fake pouts, slumping down on the couch with his controller in one hand and his drink in the other, chugging it down fast. “One bet. The winner gets backrubs.” He glances over at Jimin with his childish grin, finishing off his milk before starting the game.
"Hmf." Jimin smiles ahead at the tv screen and fiddles with the controller in his hands, already sweating, having lost in his mind. Why did he propose this idea? He must be a glutton for punishment because there is no way he can win against the younger. Yet... "One bet," Jimin emphasizes with one finger, "But if there's backrubs on the line, just know, I will try my best to win." He's overly ambitious. Even when he knows he's complete shit at the game, he can't help but fully commit to everything he does, whether it be a quick round of Overwatch or a spontaneous tattoo.
“Bet you'd love that. I'm great at back rubs,” Jungkook counters, nudging the elders shoulder with his own before he starts the match. “Okay, best out of three. I'm a bit tired.” He admits, rubbing his eye with one hand before grappling at his controller the second the round starts. Kook loves back rubs, but in all honesty, there isn't much else he wants than to be on the giving end in this... He knows he can easily have his way without the bet, but there is this part of him that feels more satisfied if it is earned.
As the match carries on, he shows no mercy on the first round. Second round, he slacks slightly, giving Jimin the illusion of getting better. Actually, he is getting better. Kook can tell Jimin tries really hard, but in the end, he’s still no match compared to the younger. Now Jungkook wants to lose. So, on the last round, he deliberately slacks off and gives his reactions more time as he eventually would be at a disadvantage.
“Damn…” He chuckles as if he wasn't just allowing Jimin to absolutely crush him.
Jimin tucks his lip in concentration, feeling a small bead of sweat trail down his craned neck. He squints his eyes to see the screen clearly—everything is moving so quick he doesn’t fully compute his next move until it’s already made. But his efforts seem to pay off, surprisingly.
“A-am I winning?” he asks, aghast. He can barely believe it, but he isn’t one to argue with a good thing. He haphazardly mashes the buttons on his controller, physically moving it to the motion of his character on the screen. His head tilts to the side to follow the virtual battle until it’s confirmed—he won. He sets down his controller with a shy smile and looks up at Jungkook with puppy eyes. “You’re a good teacher, Jeon. Too good.” He stands from the couch and nods his head towards the direction of the bedroom. “I’m ready for my reward now.”
Jungkook groans in his fake annoyance, throwing the controller to the side as he stands up, quickly wrapping his arms around Jimin only to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom.
“You did well, Jimin-aaaah~'' He draws out the endearing twist to the elders name, knowing it will make him a bit flustered, however, certain he’ll love it.
Jimin is so small, and despite the muscular build, he’s light in Jungkook's arms. The photographer kicks the door closed behind them with his heel, approaching the large bed and gently placing the blonde down on the soft sheets.
“I'm a decent big spoon, just saying.”
“I know,” Jimin smiles, remembering the previous night. Jungkook held him close and breathed heavily in his sleep, utterly dead to the world. It’s as if his presence made the younger sleep deeply, or at least that’s how Jimin likes to remember it.
Jimin touches his own cheeks to feel the heat radiate off them. He’s an absolute puddle after Jungkook said his name. It seems that now it only takes the smallest bit of effort from the younger to make him pliant and soft. With his easy defeat and the way Jungkook happily slung him over his shoulder, Jimin wonders just what’s gotten into him. Must be the sugar rush off the bananamilk, he thinks.
Jimin wriggles out of his robe and crawls under the covers, warming his body within the plush designer material. “I make a great little spoon,” he smiles, contentedly nestled in the warm embrace of the oversized bedding, “...so I’ve been told.”
Jungkook manages to keep his face straight, for the most part. His lips twitches, not so subtly displeased with the sentence, '...so I've been told.’ He’s not surprised that Jimin has likely had many partners in his past, but he will surely be the last.
He joins Jimin underneath the covers and presses his warm skin against the blonde's small back. Kook's hands reach between them, smoothing his palm across the fine, prominent line showcasing Jimin's spine... He thinks that sometime he should get a proper photograph of this visual.
“I'd love to have your back tattooed as well,” Kook adds, not exactly directing his words towards Jimin himself—more so discussing out in the air, all while his hand mindlessly rub up and down, feeling every dent and curve of Jimin's body.
Jimin closes his eyes and enjoys the slow sensation of Jungkook rubbing him, from the wide expanse of his shoulder blades down to the small dip of his lower back. A small moan presses from his lips as the pressure builds around the tensed muscles of his deep tissue, then softens around his delicate spine. It's all the more reason to fall so quick and deep with the photographer. He can be rough and treat Jimin like he isn't a breakable model, then treat him like the most precious and fragile being on earth. He's soft and sweet yet wholly motivated and demanding at times. Perhaps it's his sleepy state of mind, but Jimin instantly nods in agreement, committing to the plan. Even if Jungkook's musing wasn't directed at anyone in particular, he is interested in what exactly the younger has in mind.
"What would you like to mark onto my back?" He asks, rolling his hips gently into the crook of Jungkook's groin.
Jungkook feels his cock twitch at the small sound emitting from Jimin's plushy lips, and the way the elder gently presses against it surely doesn't do anything but spur his erection to awaken. One would say he's insatiable, but truly he's never been this hungry for a person before.
“I would love…” Kook inches his hips closer, making it known that he's already feeling needier by the second. “A snake,” he adds with a low voice. His calloused fingertips trace from Jimin's shoulder down to the dimples on his lower back. “All the way down.” His hand movee to settle on Jimin's hips, softly digging his fingers into his skin to feel how the flesh protrudes between his digits. He presses his hardened cock against the blondes ass as a quiet sigh slips past his lips—the memory of being inside is still fresh on his mind. Seemingly, his cock remembers vividly as well. “I'd love to see it every time I play with you.”
Jimin rolls his hips again, deliberate and tight against Jungkook's hardening length. "Mhm," he hums. "Okay, I'll get it." The mere thought of the man playing with him over and over while his hardened cock grinds against his bare ass makes Jimin's arousal pit in the hollow of his stomach. He melts into the younger's touch as he grips and holds tight to his hips. Less and less, Jimin worries about the repercussions of his actions. If it feels right, he's doing it. The same philosophy goes for his clothing line, and it extends to each new step he takes with the photographer. He reaches between his thighs and palms his aching length, so desperate and needy for more relief. "You can mark me with whatever you want."
"I know." Jungkook breathes into Jimin's neck. Huffs fan against Jimin’s skin, hot and shallow, and hands travel down further to his ass, shamelessly grabbing at the plump cheek. "I will mark every inch of your body one way or the other. You're mine, right?" Kook presses a soft kiss on Jimin's neck, loving the way his body shudders slightly under his simple touch.
"Yes, sir," Jimin breathes, arching his back so his ass is flush with Jungkook's aching shaft. "I'm yours to mark and claim and fuck." At the peak of his desperation, Jimin says whatever comes to mind, paying no mind to how needy he sounds. It's so late and all his body wants is to be impossibly close to the other man, by any means. He wraps his hand around his rock-hard cock and strokes languidly, muffling his pitchy moans into a nearby pillow.
"That's right." Jungkook whispers into Jimin's ear before lightly sucking his earlobe between his teeth, giving it a playful tug. Kook glances down at his clothed cock, aching and staining the fabrics with droplets of his precum. “Fuck...you already got me wet again." He chuckles through a breathy sigh, not hesitating to undress, freeing his heavy length to fall onto Jimin's bare ass. He uses his hands to spread Jimin, just enough to place his cock against the puffy hole, rubbing his entire length between the plump cheeks in a teasing manner. His hips move lazily with no care to how needy his own sleepy, raspy groans must sound. "I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm sure your little hole doesn't need any preparation this time, no?"
Jimin shakes his head; face buried deep in the soft pillow. He quickens his pace, stroking his throbbing cock as Jungkook lines himself up and prods his glistening tip at his entrance. Without much coaxing, the younger slips inside, using the glide of his precum to ease in and out with shallow prods. Jimin's mouth falls open as he tries to compose his thoughts, but the words fall out into the open as filthy little confessions, telling the younger exactly how he'd like to be used.
"Fuck me slow...and deep. Please." He whimpers into the pillow, clutching it desperately in his free hand while the other works his own precum over his reddened tip, teasing the receptive head of his cock while Jungkook plays with his ass. The soreness from earlier has completely subsided. All he feels is an overwhelming desire to be connected to Jungkook at all times; to be insatiable, together. "Cum in me. I'll keep it warm—fuck..." His breaths become uneven and labored as he strokes his hand down his shaft in a smooth motion. "...fill my ass. Wanna feel you inside me while I sleep."
Jungkook adores Jimin's filthy mouth. The more riled up the blonde gets, the filthier his language becomes; needy, begging and whiny… He doesn't say anything, but responds with actions. He grasps Jimin's leg and lifts it up slightly to grant himself access, slowly thrusting himself in deeper—jewelry on his swollen tip grazing the deepest parts with ease. His other hand is used as a cushion for his head as he lays on his side, hand tugging at the back of Jimin's curls to bring his ear closer to his lips.
"You may keep fucking your hand all you want, but be wise with your orgasm.'' Jungkook moans when he feels Jimin's ass clench around cock, moving in and out of him at a tortuously slow pace. ''But I won't stop if you cum too fast into your pretty little hand...fuck...I can fall asleep like this, cock buried in you, using you like my own little cockwarmer." He let go of Jimin's hair, laying his head down comfortably on the pillow as he hookw the elders leg over his hip, lazily grinding his hips into his ass, low breathy moans taking over his ability, or want, to speak.
"But Jungkookieee," Jimin whimpers aloud, unable to reel in the tone of his voice once the younger man slowly drags his thick cock in and out of his tight hole torturously slow. The fresh piercing glides against his velvet walls and teases his sensitive prostate; swollen and throbbing from overuse. Jimin pumps his dick occasionally but temporarily refrains from going too fast out of fear he might cum too soon. He was already so close when Jungkook entered him that he could cum just from the delicious stretch.
"Mmf--" Jimin muffles his needy noises into the pillow and focuses on their connection, hot breath and sinful praises falling from Jungkook's cherry lips as he melds their bodies together with a gentle roll of his hips. "G-gonna..." He smothers his face in the pillow and starts to stroke himself when the pleasure becomes too much to bear. "Gonna cum around your cock...Gonna—ahh—" He loses his composure and shakily shoots his release into his small hand, smearing the fluid messily as he clenches, then lets go of everything.
If Jimin hadn’t been used three times already, Koo could have been less considerate. He would have wanted the elder to continue to stroke himself through the oversensitivity, but he'd been so good. Koo decides to just let Jimin relax and take what the younger one gives.
"I love the sounds you make. You sound so desperate for me... fuck..." Jungkook's hips grind faster, no longer pulling out all the way, instead keeping himself snug and deep inside as he shallowly drives his pelvis against Jimin's ass, piercing still prodding and abusing the elders prostate. "Keep squeezing, keep going, I'll cum..." Jungkook moans through his dampened lips, swollen from biting down on them. "Oh, fuck... you're so tight, I'm gonna cum—" his low words break into a silence, heavy breaths replacing them as he grabbed Jimin harshly only to press his hips flush against his ass, reaching as deep as possible. His cock desperately throbs inside of Jimin, gushing with spurts of his thick, sticky cum claiming it's spot. "Mine..." Jungkook whispers, letting go of Jimin and wrapping his arm around to hug him. He keeps his pulsating cock lodged inside to keep all the cum securely in place. "You're so cute. It's the third time today and you're still so so needy... ahh, you're perfect for me." He mumbles as he presses his cheek against the pillow, closing his eyes to finally get some sleep.
Jimin pulsates around Jungkook's cock as it remains deep inside his abused hole. He feels calm and secure, connected together, used for the photographer's pleasure. He could slip off to sleep at any moment, but the sticky mess tacking his hand to his slick cock distracts him from fully surrendering to his heavy eyelids.
"W-wait." He remembers back to Jungkook's personal studio—how wide his deep brown eyes got when Jimin crawled on hands and knees to lap his own cum off the floor. Jimin lifts his sticky hand from his twitching cock and looks over his shoulder at Jungkook. The man is already halfway asleep, but his eyes are open to slits, watching him patiently. "Look how hard you made me cum, Jeon..." He holds his dripping fingers to the light and marvels at how the thick fluid slides down his palm. Before it falls onto his wrist, he captures it on his tongue, flattening it on his skin for the younger to see. "Mm," he moans, moving his hand to lick away every drop.
Jungkook's doe eyes widen at the sight, swirling with admiration. Jimin truly was perfect, everything he wants and needs. "C'mere," he sleepily whispers as he reaches to grasp Jimin's chin, turning the man’s neck to draw him in for a kiss, humming in content at the taste of the elders' release mixed with their spit. Jungkook pulls back with a coy smile and eyes, struggling to stay open as he buries his face in Jimin's back, arm secured around him as he remains still inside, keeping his cum from seeping out.
"Goodnight baby," Kook murmurs into the smaller man's back, mouthing a silent 'I love you' before pressing his lips against his clammy skin, quickly drifting off to dreamland.
© sombreboy 2020. Do not repost, edit or translate.
#fic: mused obsession#yandere jungkook#yandere bts#jungkook x jimin#jikook#jikook smut#jungkook smut#jimin smut#bts mxm#bts mxm smut#kookmin#kookmin smut#sombreboy#chimoona
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The Freedom of Expression Ep 39 - Finland's female Prime Minister wears a suit with no bra. Indecent? Sexist?
K: Hi, this is Dir en grey's Kaoru with this week's episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san, Tasai san, welcome. Well...
J: Hahaha
K: This suits you (*pointing to Tokyo Sports hoodie that Joe is wearing*)
J: Oh thank you. Im starting to quite like it.
T: Im glad.
J: There is also a Tokyo Sports logo here on the end of the sleeve, so even if you are wearing a jacket, you can show it.
T: Thank you, haha.
J: So, (*To Tasai*) Im waiting for a job.
T: Thank you, lets do something.
K: Haha
J: Lets do something.
K: Ok, Joe, today's news please.
J: Yes, ok. 'Finland's female Prime Minister wears a suit with no bra. Indecent? Sexist?' 34 year old Northern European Prime Minister, Sanna Marin, appeared in a magazine wearing a jacket which exposed slight clevage, causing an unexpected stir. While parts of social media labelled this 'indecent', and 'inappropriate', other voices have been raised claiming this backlash is sexist, because a male politician appearing even half-naked in a magazine would not face the same criticism. Elected at the end of last year, Prime Minister Marin is notable as her country's youngest ever Prime Minister. She was interviewed by the fashion magazine, sold this month in Finland, and was portrayed as a role model, wearing a black suit. It appeared as if she was wearing the jacket with no bra, and her clevage was slightly visible below an elaborately designed necklace. Parts of social media responded that, 'It looks cheap', 'I've lost trust in her', 'She's trying to stand out'.
Well, if you search for this you will be able to find the image. Firstly, when I had a look, I didn't think it was all that indecent.
K: Yeah.
J: Kaoru, how do you feel about this?
K: Well, I feel like there is always gonna be someone who complains.
J: Yeah, so those who are defending PM Marin say that, for example, with that photo of Putin going fishing topless, or that photo which was posted of him jogging in floral patterned shorts in winter...People are asking why it is ok to show naked photos of male leaders, but indecent for a female leader to show a tiny bit of clevage? This had led to some claims of sexism. I think this is a difficult problem. (*To Tasai*)What does the expert on clevages have to say about this?
K: Are you an expert?
T: Haha, it has been said about me. Well, recently at Tokyo Sports, we've had a lot of articles concerning sex. Like, things that really make you think 'it this sexist against men? Or is this sexist against women?' I've been thinking a lot about what it means to be a man or a woman. Its like women will point out sexism if they see it, but as a man, even if I think the same inside, I will question myself.*1
J: I see, men are bad at expressing feelings?
T: Yeah, so i've been thinking a lot about what it all means.
J: I see.
Kami: Um..
J: Oh, Kami's here.
Kami: Do you think people with small boobs are jealous of her clevage?
J: Oh, that?
Kami: As for me, I don't even mind if there is no clevage.
J: I see.
Kami: I probably even prefer small boobs.
J: You like small boobs?
Kami: I think they are better. But this photo, however you look at it, its a nice photo, isn't it?
J: Yes, its a good photo, right?
Kami: So maybe the people complaining about her clevage are just jealous because they have no clevage. I feel like that might be it.
T: Well, we don't know whether the people complaining were men or women though.
J: Yeh, we don't know that. We can't say.
K: It could be either.
Kami: So, Kami, are you saying 'Don't worry about the size of your clevage!'? Like, 'Its ok, don't worry about it!'
Kami: Yeah. Its whats on the inside that counts.
J: Thats it.
K: Yeah.
Kami: Either is ok.
K: But this is a fashion magazine, right?
J: Yeah. So PM Marin isn't wearing this type of thing for public affairs, its for this magazine. And I don't think this was only her idea. With a fashion magazine, there will be the director and the stylist etc, so she will have been shot in this way in oder to properly show off the fashion. So, even if you attack this, it is what it is. What do these complainers think is indecent about it?
K: Well, no matter what you do, you will always get opinions from both sides.
J: Well, of course, yes.
Kami: Its these small-boobed people who are attacking her.
K: He's particular about this, haha.
Kami: Its the truth. No mistake.
J: Attacking her like, 'Don't brag about your boobs!'?
Kami: Yes, thats it. They don't like the bragging. No mistake!
J: No mistake?
Kami: No mistake.
J: Haha, well if Kami has no doubts, maybe thats it.
T:Well, there may be some women who don't like hearing that*2
J: Like, Kami is doing sexual harassment?
T: Well, he is just saying his honest opinion as a man. But a man wouldn't say this looks cheap, would he? Or that they'd loose trust in her, or that she's trying to stand out? What do you think?
K: Even if she is trying to stand out, whats wrong with that?
J: Yeah, if people pay attention to this and see her a politician, it might draw more interest into politics, or spread awareness of her policies, so in that way, its a kind of promotion.
K: So its not really anyone's business to say 'It looks cheap' and stuff.
J: Yeah. But it doesn't look cheap, does it? From what I can see.
T: No, it looks nice.
Kami: Oh, I've just realised something.
J: What is it, Kami?
Kami: There may actually be a mistake about when I said 'there's no mistake' before.
J: Ah, tell us what it is.
Kami: She's a politician, right? She is being criticized as a politician, so it might be the small-boobed of the Opposition Party criticizing her.
K, T, J: Hahaha
J: No way! Really?
Kami: Yeah. The small-boobed of the Opposition.
J: I see.
T: Thats interesting.
J: So its like criticism of the administration?
Kami: Yes.
J: Political affairs, right? But I think PM Marin will be quite happy with this
T: Yeah, I bet she didn't expect it to turn into such a talking point.
J: But 'the small-boobed Opposition'...?
K: Haha, its a new phrase.
J: A first for humanity! Small-boobed Opposition!
T: I wanna search for it on my computer later.
J: I bet you won't get any results.
T: Haha.
J: Its only just been said...'Small-boobed Opposition'.
T: Incredible, right?
J: Haha. But conversely, what if it were a Japanese female politician appearing like this?
T: How would that go?
J: Yeah, how would it? Are there any Japanese politicians we'd like to appear in fashion magazines..
K: Its not really like we want them to appear, the editors want to feature them.
T: There isn't really anyone I'd like them to pick up on specifically.
J: Yeah. Well, the conclusion here is that PM Marin looks great.
K: Yeah, I think thats it.
J: No mistake.
K: It reminds me of when former Hanshin player Shinjo (Tsuyoshi) san returned from Nippon Ham, he was all over the magazines.
T: Oh yeah.
K: Its great, isn't it?
J: Yes, it is.
K: Ok, well...let's finish here.
J: Before Kami says anything else.
K: Thank you very much. Please subscribe.
*1,2 Slightly unsure about these bits.
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Saturday Morning
A/N: I started this little blurb last night at like 3 AM and then I decided I would just finish it up and post it this morning. This is a product of extreme baby fever and love for Clyde “big bear” Logan. I’m a whore for Clyde just in case anyone wanted to know
Dad!Clyde Logan X Mom! Reader
Summary: Clyde lets you sleep in while he takes care of your son for the morning.
Warnings: FLUFF, Babies/being a mother, more fluff, a baby wrap/baby bjorn, breakfast.
There is something to be said about sleeping in when you’re exhausted. When the weight of your eyelids slips away with each waking minute you spend in the throws of a subconscious wasteland. The sun streaming in through the window in the bedroom, long having risen and now streamed in through the thick weathered branches of the tree that twisted over the house. The bird’s song has come and gone; the worm already been stolen by those awake to take it. And through all that there was peace.
Waking up for the first time past the suns rise was not something I was ever expecting, not with a seven-month-old baby. As I lay, still steeping in the sleep induced haze, in the sunlight cozied up in the layers of blankets I insisted on pulling out every winter I couldn’t help but feel an absolute sense of joy rush though me.
Clyde logan was the best man I could have ever asked to spend my life with. He was uncharacteristically smooth when it came to the turbulence, I threw his way. The bad days always met with a slow and solid response of care, the worse days with gentle reminders that he would always love me, fights always ended in a calm discussion, and hardships were fought together.
We had both wandered so long through life without a partner, spent days wondering if love was something, we would be able to treasure or if it was a distant memory we would have to forfeit to some greater and higher purpose. When I found him, I knew almost instantly that if he wasn’t the one for me there was no one out there. His tall and broad frame matched with a deep and husky southern twang made my heart flutter a million miles an hour. We married within the year.
We wasted no time after getting married, knowing both of us were getting well into our thirties, it was time for our family to grow, and grow it did. Five months after we were officially married, we found out we were expecting, and the love only grew from there.
I was pulled from my thoughts by the lingering smell of breakfast being made in the kitchen. Stretching out and realizing I had slept in until ten AM, an unspeakable feat for anyone who had a young child, and Clyde was letting me. My heart swelled with unspeakable appreciation for the man I loved, and with no other contemplation I rolled out of bed to greet my husband.
Clyde was a sight to be seen, donning a pair of comfortable sweats and no shirt, with a baby wrap keeping our son pressed to his chest. The joy in my heart elevated with a deep carnal lust seeing the back muscles of the man I loved plating up some breakfast in the light of the peaceful morning. He was humming some old Elvis song as he rocked our son back to sleep. I crept up behind the pair of boys wrapping my hands around Clyde’s waist, resting my head in the divot between his sturdy shoulder blades.
He tensed for a moment before realizing it was only me. “Scared me Darlin’” he chuckled, turning in my grasp to look at me. He leant over and gave me a quick kiss, the baby noticing his mom and beginning to squirm around in his wrap. “How’d ya sleep?”
His iron gaze softened in my direction, waiting my response, “I slept great bubba,” His cheeks flushing at his favorite nickname, “Thank you for letting me sleep in so late.” I pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder and changed my attention to the baby kicking his legs around for attention.
“Woah there little man,” Clyde laughed at his son about to turn a big fuss if he isn’t in his mother’s arms in the next few seconds. “Looks like little Ollie missed his Mama, Huh? Me too.” He addressed leaning down so I could pull him from the front wrap. Oliver reaching for my hair as soon as I was in his reach. Clyde watching with affection in his eyes as Ollie snuggled into my neck with a happy smile and a fistful of my hair.
“It’s amazing how much I can sleep when I don’t have to breast feed every couple hours.” I commented in a high baby voice so Ollie thought I was talking to him. The features of his face reminiscent of his fathers above us, a striking comparison in almost every way.
“I’m glad you got some rest Darlin, lord knows you’ve been needin’ it.” He replied, Clyde had been worrying himself sick for the last month over my rest. Making sure I was sleeping as much as we could allow while I was still breast feeding but as soon as Ollie could cut back Clyde wanted me to take it easy. His worry extending to all avenues of his life but he never seemed to worry about anything as much as he worried about Oliver and I.
“Didn’t even hear Ollie boy wake up!” I spoke in to the boy directly, him giving me a babble in response, excited his Mama was up and ready to play this morning. “Did you wake daddy this morning? Did Ollie boy wake daddy?” I performed for Oliver.
“Nah, Daddy wanted to have a little bit of a boy mornin’ so Mama could rest.” Clyde played along with the performative baby talk for the sake of his son. “Made breakfast for ya’ Darlin’, I’ll go get him washed up while ya eat.” He took the boy back in his arm and up the stairs of our little farmhouse leaving me to eat.
Breakfast passed with the same peace as before but I missed the coos and conversation my boys brought. Thankfully Clyde worked diligently despite his one-armed challenge and emerged with our son donning a new onesie his aunt had dropped by with just a few days ago.
“Look at my handsome boys!” I exclaimed as they walked into the kitchen. Clyde laughing down at his son basking in the praise of his mother. “Ollie is so handsome, just like his Daddy!” I continued on, kissing Oliver all over his face and giving the same sentiment to his father.
“Ollie’s been makin’ a big ol’ fuss that Mama didn’t join us.” Clyde huffed out, exploring the same sentiment as his son even if he did ask for me to relax downstairs while he took care of it. I always picked out Ollie’s outfits, Clyde claiming I was the ‘fashion expert’ of the house, and Clyde preferred to take a backseat to my ‘expertise’. “He’s a Mama’s boy, that’s for damn sure.” Clyde joked.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” I argued bringing Oliver back into my grasp and rocking him around on my hip, “He just likes havin’ his Mama and Daddy’s attention all at once.” I explained while Clyde watched with glee at his two favorite people dancing around on a Saturday morning.
“Oh, I don’t blame ‘im for bein’ so attatched to his Mama.” Clyde explained, wrapping his arm around my waist, bringing me and Oliver to nestle on his chest. “Not when his Mama’s so cute.” He commented.
Clydes words only served to make my heart burst more. If there was a moment I wished I could frame, a singular moment in time where everything was just right, It would be that morning in the kitchen. The same kitchen that every rushed morning out the door for work, late returns and dinners eaten in the early mornings, the hushed arguments, the cherished reconciliation, and the life that happened within those four walls. There was a little nugget of perfect that morning and no amount of life could come around and change that.
A/N: Thanks for reading another complete self indulgent piece of work lmao. Come swing by my inbox and let me know what you thought! I also take requests for your self indulgent ideas!
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Who We Were
This took a good long while because there was a retcon in November of 2015 that kinda forced Risri into hiatus. When I brought her back for the paper in 2016, some details changed but still this was an eye-opening exercise of how I’ve grown as both an RPer and a writer. Anything that does not have brackets is the same.
Take a trip down memory lane, pull up the oldest ‘about’ post you can find for your character, and annotate what has changed and what has stayed the same in {Curly brackets}.
(I borrowed this from @alyssa-ward because what a cool exercise)
Originally posted October 4, 2015
Character’s full name: Risri Elthron
Reason or meaning of name: combination of Mother's best friend's name (still alive) and her mother's sister who died - Rislana (best friend) and Kiari (sister). The Elthron family have mostly played a back seat in the history of the Kaldorei. {Both of these origins have kind of changed. Risri’s name became a place that her parents named her after, something that was important to her father’s family in an RP with her aunt. The last name Elthron was chosen by Risri during her exile her original family name is Kal’serrar.}
Character’s nickname: Ris
Reason for nickname: just a short form of Risri
Physical appearance
Age: 403 {she has aged 1 rl year each year since 2015 she is currently 408 years old}
How old does he/she appear: to a human about 20ish {I actually think now she probably seems a little older to people)
Weight: We don't ask ladies this! Though she looks healthy and toned. {I figure she’s whatever the average weight is for female elves}
Height: Average for a Kaldorei {This has changed a bit. I have her just a tad shorter than Dragaur in human form so she’s 6’2” which apparently is short for an elf}
Body build: She's not a body builder but her activities keep her in shape.
Shape of face: Typical Kaldorei {She did not have a face claim at the time nor did she have art. Her face looks like this art the most.}
Eye color: White {I list it as silver now}
Glasses or contacts: none
Skin tone: light purplish
Distinguishing marks: Claw tattoo (gained during her Druid initiation ceremony) Hair color: Purple
Type of hair: Long
Hairstyle: up in a ponytail or straight down her back {when I first made Risri I had her in the pigtail hair style. I quickly didnt like how it looks and changed it to the long style she sports now. It has not changed since}
Voice: typically soft {I imagine her voice and accent a bit like Gal Gadot’s natural voice}
Overall attractiveness: again not really caught up in her appearance so someone may need to tell her and even then she will more than likely blush and stammer a thank you. {This has changed so so much from when I first created her. She knows she is lovely and she will probably think you want something from her if you flatter her appearance.}
Physical disabilities: none
Usual fashion of dress: For events: dresses...she has discovered she likes pretty pretty dresses. For class: simple black pants and a simple shirt {So this too has changed from when I first created her. She aims for comfort and style. She most often will be found in one of these}
Favorite outfit: Dresses, she found a lovely gold and white dress that has become her favorite {I dont even know what dress this was but Im sure it was something from my early days on wra-I would say her favorite outfit is probably one of the ones above}
Jewelry or accessories: She wears a button on a string around her neck. She fondles it every so often. {The button on a string has actually moved to her bag, she now sports a ruby necklace from Dragaur, her bracelet with several charms on it, and always has her camera}
Personality
Alignment: Good {I think I would classify Risri now as more neutral these days}
Good personality traits: Loves animals, children, books, meeting new people (even though she can be shy, she enjoys it), giving, loyal {This is all true except for the shyness, I don’t actually rp Risri as shy. She may be standoffish but thats cause IRL I am shy but Risri most definitely has no fear of talking to people}
Bad personality traits: shyness can sometimes stop her from joining in, when she is caught up in research she may ignore others not to be hurtful she just gets caught up {I think this one goes with the other, as for bad traits today, I usually say she can be stuck in her ways at times and can be over protective}
Mood character is most often in: happy {I would say this is still true but she’s had her share of pain}
Sense of humor: silly things make her laugh {Not so much silly things but she definitely has a more snarky is funny sense of humor}
Character’s greatest joy in life: running in the forest as a cat {Taking pictures and being a druid are equal}
Character’s greatest fear: the death of her mother {This has actually come out in RP as a fear of mind control. She would fear the death of her mother but mind control tops it.}
Why? Her mother and her are very close (unusual for Kaldorei, as they grow up communally typically), travelling with her mother in her formative years they relied upon each other
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Ris would be devastated if something happened to her mother {I think the death of Latilda, and then when she thought Dragaur was dead, and subsequently the death of Suzi in the office are three of the most profound things that made Risri change some. Her fel contamination would come a close fourth Currently, if something was to really happen to Dragaur, Sky, or Selise it would mess up Risri for a while}
Character is most at ease when: Researching {Funnily enough this might still be true, but I would say taking pictures is probably more}
Most ill at ease when: at war {This is true, but as she found out both at Darkshore and recently when there are forsaken involved she has no hesitation in killing.}
Enraged when: witnessing senseless destruction of sacred places or artifacts {I completely forgot that I chose that, but I would say it has not changed. She also does not stand for people she cares about being hurt, this one is tricky though and I often have to tame it down because of interactions with others.}
Depressed or sad when: she is a pretty positive individual, depression and sadness are fleeting if they happen at all. {This has matured over time. She gets very introspective at times and definitely will seek alone time when she is sad.}
Priorities: Learn about as many cultures as she can, current focus is Treants. {So long ago… Her priorities currently are her studio, Dragaur, and helping the Kaldorei still homeless.}
Life philosophy: Learn, Learn, Learn then share it all! {This was definitely written back in my Stormwind University days. Her philosophy “Be kind. It’s worthwhile to make an effort to learn about other people and figure out what you might have in common with them.”}
Character’s soft spot: her Sprite Darter "Flutter" {Also a certain worgen}
Is this soft spot obvious to others? Sometimes {while I dont play it up too much she is very attached to Flutter. As for the worgen, yes when they are together it is clear she has a soft spot for the gruff one}
Greatest strength: Passion for learning {This is probably still true but I would say she also is a pretty good photographer and a loyal friend.}
Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Naivety of how the world really works even though she has travelled the two main continents extensively she has been sheltered by her mother. {This was one of the things I retconned out of her when I brought her back for the paper. Risri may be unknowing of some human interactions but she is far from naive in most cases.}
Biggest regret: That one time at band camp...seriously she is young so right now she doesn't have one but this may play into her development and story later. {HUGE change here... in fleshing her out in RP the biggest regret is and always will be the incident that forced her out of the Sentinels but not the results because it let her become a druid so its a double edged regret}
Minor regret: she forgot to tell her mom about the time she ...oh that might not be appropriate for here {Again a change that came about from RP, that she threatened Dragaur with turning him in. She would never do that and she said it in a moment of frustration with him during a fight. It hurt them both too much.}
Biggest accomplishment: coming soon {Running the paper. Opening her studio. either}
Minor accomplishment: joining the University! {so many things, her writings, some of her photographs, saving people at Teldrassil, helping the Kaldorei in Stormwind.}
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: she was almost not able to become a druid...story for another time {This also changed with the retcon, but I would say the time she spent before coming to Stormwind would be something she would not want others to know about and will probably not talk about to anyone.}
Why? She loves being a druid so not being one… {I have thoughts about what she was doing but its not fleshed out. Maybe someday and I can revisit this.}
Character’s darkest secret: She is a pretty open book. Maybe later she will have a "dark" secret. {So this dark secret is the fact that she killed 10 Sentinels. That also came with the revamp.}
Does anyone else know? {Several people.}
Goals
Drives and motivations: Curiosity unusual for a Kaldorei and need to have answers to questions { I would say this is somewhat still there and aided her when she was a reporter, but her drives and motivations are deeper now and the result of RP. She wants to make amends and sees her work with the Kaldorei refugees as part of that.}
Immediate goals: Make friends with the treant she met at the Grove of Ancients {Keep her business running, aid the Kaldorei}
Long term goals: Become an expert in as many cultures as she can {Live}
How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Locate writings and interviewing others, spending time with treants ((her contact will be sending her around Azeroth and Draenor to meet with others)) {So her plan for her immediate goals are tied together. She takes a good portion of her profits from the studio and the two books she’s published to fund her relief efforts}
How other characters will be affected: may be pestered for any little detail they have about treants {Most of the people she interacts with in RP would not be impacted.}
Past
Hometown: Darnassus {God I was such a noob. Feralas is her home.}
Type of childhood: travelled both continents with her mother {so noob. She spent her youth in Feralas, Ashenvale, and Darkshore.}
Pets: Sprite Darter named Flutter and a curious little white kitten {I retconned the kitten. Its only Flutter}
First memory: Leaves above her (could be why she is fascinated with the treants...) {I think I’ll leave this one.}
Most important childhood memory: Her and her mother on a ship talking into the night {This can stay too}
Why? The closeness she felt to her mother {Because of this reason}
Present
Current location: Elwynn Forest, Jazimina Amberstill's "Ranch" {Stormwind City, either Dragaur’s apartment or her studio}
Currently living with: Jazimina Amberstill and Ritti {Dragaur}
Pets: Sprite Darter "Flutter"
Religion: Follower of Elune {no change, add wild gods}
Occupation: Researcher {Photographer}
Finances: moderate {no change though she has more wealth than she lets on}
Family
Mother: Kahrysta Elthron {Oh wow I totally changed her mother’s name.. Its Alistra Kal’serrar }
Relationship with her: good {excellent}
Father: Brezlin Elthron
Relationship with him: vague memories, he died when she was still a child
Siblings: none
Relationship with them:
Spouse: none
Relationship with him/her:
Children: none {though she briefly adopted Ritti before they found the gnome’s family}
Relationship with them:
Other important family members: Mother's best friend Rislana is like an aunt {her aunt Tara, cousins, and another aunt I dont have a name for.}
Favorites
Color: Green and Purple {blues could be added}
Least favorite color: Orange {sorry Drag, but I dont think its true anymore}
Music: any
Food: Chocolate Cookies {See answer here}
Literature: Any
Form of entertainment: stories {plays, dances could be added}
Expressions: "Indeed!" {Its not often I get to use it but I do like it}
Mode of transportation: Winterspring Frostsaber, given to her by her mother when she hit adulthood (about 50 years ago) or flight form {Flight form. The frostsaber went away in the retcon}
Most prized possession: her journal {Camera}
Habits
Hobbies: Dabbles in alchemy {more than dabbles now}
Plays a musical instrument? No
Plays a sport: no
How he/she would spend a rainy day: reading a book, any book {taking pictures}
Spending habits: thrifty {for herself this is probably true, for others she can be extravagant}
Smokes: no
Drinks: not normally {no change, but she will drink}
Other drugs: no
What does he/she do too much of? Read {Take pictures}
What does he/she do too little of? Socialize just for fun {This is probably more true now since giving up the paper}
Extremely skilled at: Keeping a team alive when faced with challenges when exploring {Photography, writing could be added}
Extremely unskilled at: a lot of things but she does hate cooking {LIES...I retconned this. She loves to cook. I don’t know...but I am sure there is something. It would probably be something she doesn’t do and has no desire to do.}
Nervous tics: not sure someone may need to point that out to her {She plays with the bracelet on her wrist when she’s nervous. }
Usual body posture: relaxed and happy
Mannerisms: polite {extremely so}
Peculiarities: … {hmm, I am sure there are some that have manifested over the five years I’ve been RPing her. Perhaps how she will always address a human as their full name unless she has been asked not to and will still use Ms. Mrs. Miss. Mr. with that name unless she feels close to you.}
Traits
Optimist or pessimist: Optimist
Introvert or extrovert: Introvert until she gets to know you then she might not be quiet {I would say shes more mixed now.}
Daredevil or cautious?: A little of both
Logical or emotional: Emotional {probably more mixed now though she can be emotional she just normally doesn’t let it show unless she is very comfortable with you}
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat: somewhere in between, depends on how wrapped up she is in her research but she does have a habit of cleaning up if there is a mess { I would say she is very neat. Sky drives her crazy.}
Prefers working or relaxing: working {definitely would say this is still true}
Confident or unsure of himself/herself: unsure internally, others probably see her as confident {a little of this still lingers but unless you are close to her you wont see it}
Animal lover: indeed
Self-Perception
How he/she feels about himself/herself: an introvert who is more bookish than social {This is still kinda true.}
One word the character would use to describe self: shy {Quiet}
One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: A passionate learner and studier of peoples, loves animals, enjoys outdoors, and exploring is exciting. {A memory keeper, lover of animals and the outdoors, her passion for photography as a way to preserve memories is high.}
What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? her passion for learning {her compassion for others}
What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? her shyness ((its all in her head too, she really can be quite un-shy when meeting new races or investigating something though in social entertainment type situations she is at a loss)) {so retconned, she would say her possessiveness when it comes to the people she cares about.}
What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? She is unaware of her appearance most of the time {She likes her hair.}
What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? She hates her feet...not really {I’ll keep this if only cause I dont know}
How does the character think others perceive him/her: She sometimes thinks too much about this and sometimes it doesn't bother her at all {She is very conscious of being a Kaldorei business woman in a human society. She strives to show that her people are trustworthy and kind.}
What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: her shyness {Since I retconned the shyness...I don’t know...Risri believes she can be a better person but its something that you work on each day.}
Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general: opportunity to learn {She is still curious about others and likes people watching. She thinks most people are good at heart.}
Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others: hmm, I think this will depend upon the relationship and situation {Oh most definitely, this was honed during her time as a reporter where she hid a lot of her thoughts about things.}
Person character most hates: no one (yet) {Elyza Morrowbranch}
Best friend(s): her mother / Jazi {Sky Stoneseat}
Love interest(s): none (yet) {Dragaur}
Person character goes to for advice: her mother / Dean Crowelley { Dragaur, Sky, Selise}
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Ritti {Dragaur, Sky }
Person character feels shy or awkward around: cute boys...oh ok anyone in an entertainment social situation, when she is meeting others for what she calls "research" she emulates her mother's ambassador ways as much as possible {So such a noob. She really doesn’t except older Kaldorei...she worries what they know of her past.}
Person character openly admires: her mother and Rislana Silverwind {Who is Rislana Silverwind omg I totally forgot this was a thing. Will have to think of someone else as Rislana is a Draenei now. As for who she admires? Her mother, Selise, Sky, Eilithe, Feyawen, Anegorn, and a few others.}
Person character secretly admires: Dean Crowelley {I don’t think there is anyone she secretly admires, if she likes you, you know.}
Most important person in character’s life before story starts: her mother After story starts: Ritti, Jazi, and the university faculty {Dragaur, Sky, Selise}
If you made it here thanks for looking at the changes of Risri over the course of the last five years. Its been a long, strange, crazy trip but I wouldn’t change much about it. If you want to do this, I encourage you to! And tag me cause I wanna read!
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this is a mutuals-only, permanent 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 which will grant either an approach for plotting, or in the case that immediate inspiration strikes, a random starter. all of them will be of multi-para or novella length as i am that verbose, as you have perhaps noticed. if you are a multi, narrowing down your characters for me through tumblr im / discord will be of a tremendous help since i am not that decisive; you can also specify mine if any of them strikes your fancy.
listed below is my current character roster as sorted by their availability in my head, the higher on the list means the higher in my head, muse-wise. this list is ever-changing, and will be updated accordingly if any muse has a better priority, or when new one is added to the list. please like this post and if you have any preference, comment with the muses of your choice to receive the contact or starter. last updated: 21 / 10 / 20.
—— 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 — sebastian stan. enhanced human, 103.
full-time fugitive, part-time vigilante. plum-testing expert.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
canon-point: four to six years past ca:tws, cinematic-deviant.
+ intelligent, pedantic, careful, calculative, haunted.
𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀 — henry cavill. witcher, verse-dependent.
sometimes slaying monsters while being a full-time brood.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
canon-point: mixed media between cinematic and game.
+ brusque, resourceful, cunning, paradoxical, capricious.
—— 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑.
𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 — faceless, 23. as moved from @denouae.
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𝟎𝟏. 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: human, soon-to-be-ceo.
romance-centric; veiled background, parading as an employee.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
𝟎𝟐. 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇: mutant, heir apparent.
magnetokinetic mutant / exploited by the interlink as an agent.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
𝟎𝟑. 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒: human, idol actor.
maknae, lead vocalist, main dancer, soloist of deux.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
𝟎𝟒. 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄: mutant, agent.
sold to the creed at a young age, a trained agent.
status: private. shipping: single, closed.
𝟎𝟓. 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄: mutant, heir apparent.
mental manipulation mutant / the organisation’s director’s son.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
𝟎𝟔. 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐄: human, underground fighter.
misfit; divorced parents, recently back in seoul / unemployed.
status: selective. shipping: single, closed.
—— 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
𝐘𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 — woo dohwan. human, 27.
the king of the korean empire / street vigilante.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
+ intelligent, rebellious, loyal, obstinate, unorthodox.
𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆 — song joongki. demon, 31.
mercenary, odd-job workers, occasional barista.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
+ naïve, enhanced, self-sacrificing, open, resourceful.
𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐗 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀 — lee taeyong. descendant, 25.
blessed with the power of kings / demon king, tyrant.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
+ self-serving, cruel, omniscient, manipulative, driven.
𝐗𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓. 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑 — chris evans. mutant, 39.
hunter physiology / mercenary + vigilante + painter.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
+ melancholic, camouflaged, creative, righteous, capable.
𝐏𝐀𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 — cha eunwoo. mutant, 24.
pain inducement / adopted heir shaped to become a weapon.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
+ stilted, adept, stern, focused, suppressing.
𝐆𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐄 — sebastian stan. mutant, 38.
shadow manipulation / heir of a huge corporate / vigilante.
status: active. shipping: multi, open.
+ relaxed, approachable, vengeful, manipulative, selective.
𝐍𝐀𝐌 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐖𝐎𝐍 — woo dohwan. mutant, 27.
biological manipulation + contagion embodiment / heir, director.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
+ selfish, sharp, dedicated, exploitative, calculative.
𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐋 — kim jongin. apostle, 632.
retired ‘apostle’ of war and vice / supernatural vigilante.
status: active. shipping: multi, open.
+ inattentive, uninterested, agile, war-ridden, flighty.
𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 — seo kangjoon. dreamwalker, 28.
inception-based dream architect / freelance architect + artist.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
+ obstinate, intelligent, intricate, dualistic, compartmentalised.
𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐖𝐎𝐍 — lee taeyong. vampire-witch, 33.
nomadic creature hunter / full-time lover.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
+ benevolent, thoughtful, vulnerable, intuitive, artistic.
𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 — kwon hyuk. human, 26.
crazy rich inspired / third-in-line heir, vice president + busker.
status: active. shipping: multi, open.
+ opulent, artistic, whimsical, dedicated, upfront.
𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐊 — lee minho. mutant, 21.
sleep + memory manipulation mutant / student + bookstore clerk.
status: active. shipping: multi, open.
+ languid, gradual, intelligent, reclusive, anticlimactic.
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐄𝐊 — roseanne park. personification, 22.
euterpe from greek muses / songwriter + indie singer.
status: active. shipping: multi, open.
+ creative, capricious, elevated, charismatic, stubborn.
𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐎𝐙𝐇𝐔 — xiao dejun. fuzanglong, ???.
personification of chinese dragon / ex-counsellor, nomad.
status: active. shipping: multi, selective.
+ pernicious, hungered, dysthymic, laid-back, whimsical.
𝐈𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍 — seo kangjoon. mutant, 27.
psychic + force manipulation mutant / cirque agent.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
+ melancholic, violent, wounded, effective, selective.
𝐖𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐈 — kim soohyun. reincarnated, 29.
a race of phoenix / pianist + underground fighter.
status: active. shipping: single, closed.
+ reckless, violent, abrasive, obstinate, self-destructive.
𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄 — toni mahfud. human, 28.
assassin, selectively for hire / capricious nomad.
status: active. shipping: multi, open.
+ practical, unsociable, pedantic, incisive, artistic.
—— 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.
𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐀 — bae joohyun. demon, 268.
higher demon / supernatural freelance hunter.
status: selective. shipping: single, closed.
+ dualistic, whimsical, defensive, stern, resourceful.
𝐄𝐔𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍 — lee taeyong. stripped angel, ???.
choreographer from a famous dance studio.
status: selective. shipping: single, closed.
+ vain, dismissive, prodigal, aloof, temperamental.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐆 — seo yeji. human, 29.
a soon-to-be successor of a high-end corporate.
status: private. shipping: single, closed.
+ intelligent, genuine, gilded, double-edged, stubborn.
𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 — park seojoon. human, 28.
youngest of the yoon brothers, inheriting a branded company.
status: private. shipping: single, closed.
+ emotional, juxtaposed, cunning, competitive, dedicated.
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍 — lee sunbin. blessed, 26.
pain inducement / cult sacrifice for the saviour / unemployed.
status: private. shipping: single, closed.
+ abrasive, street-smart, incredulous, stubborn, creative.
—— 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒. / AVAILABLE UPON REQUEST.
𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐔 — angela yeung wing. human, 30.
an heiress remotely related to a syndicate / painter.
status: inactive. shipping: single, closed.
+ sophisticated, tasteful, mannered, opulent, whimsical.
𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆 — bae joohyun. human, verse-dependent.
historical verse: a woman betrothed to a yangban.
status: inactive. shipping: multi, selective.
+ rebellious, deceptive, stubborn, genuine, tactical.
𝐉𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐘𝐔𝐋 — shin ryujin. human, 20.
reincarnated fae, one of the soulmates / university student.
status: inactive. shipping: single, closed.
+ unorthodox, independent, romantic, tough, inquisitive.
𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐆 — fan bingbing. ghoul, 37.
investigator for the strix, ghoul resistance / florist.
status: inactive. shipping: single, closed.
+ intelligent, adept, adaptive, nostalgic, wise.
𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈 — lee sungkyung. mutant, 30.
power negation / a fashion store owner + heiress.
status: inactive. shipping: single, closed.
+ hardened, reluctant, kind-hearted, aloof, independent.
𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐒 — orlando bloom. sindarin elf, verse-dependent.
the prince of the woodland realm / full-time badass.
status: pending. shipping: multi, selective.
canon-point: anywhere in the cinematic universe.
+ to be determined once he’s active and running.
all muses listed can be in any geographical locations, and they can also be placed in any verses of yours if you wish as long as it’s discussed beforehand. if it’s indicated as open for romantic shipping, please feel free to approach me about it so that we can iron out details to see if they click and delve into said dynamics. if you’re interested in single-shipping, please contact me through either tumblr im or discord for further details. please note that i will only have three characters with the same face claim at one parenthesis of time.
—— 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. / CAP REACHED. MUSE COUNT: 25.
possible upcoming faces: kwak jiyoung, maxence danet-fauvel.
—— THE LINKS: 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 / 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 / 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒 + 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐒 / 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒.
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has someone made an infographic or shortform youtube video for ppl who cant read on CIA lies abt Xinjiang CIA/imperialist propaganda yet smh or could like some like jacobin or teen vogue type person write it cuz apparently those r the only things "leftists" will believe other than the news/studies literally conducted falsely by evangelists and put on corporate media which they somehow trust when it comes to hating China. People need to think more critically of what they repost esp on ig ive seen a lot of this type of rhetoric reposted by "leftists" from accounts that are right wing conspiracy pages...
the fact that there's a news article out called "majority of muslim countries praise china for counterterrorism and poverty alleviation efforts in Xinjiang... so much for muslim solidarity" from a mainstream american media outlet is a joke like people have no concept of international relations or that america is an imperialist power already lying its way into a cold war using identity politics in the US as fodder while denying agency to people in the third world who align with China rather than the US...
why do ppl think the East Turkestan movement hates communism and loves donald trump, or a country (the us) with a fraction of the population and twice as many people in prison as they claim are imprisoned in Xinjiang (no proof) would have such a concern about human rights, why would companies such as H&M and other fashion brands care about the plight of muslim workers when they abuse muslim workers and are complicit in their deaths in the third world all the time? People do not know what theyre talking about. Its a propaganda game and global supply chain game seeking unrest and finding cheaper labor in countries where the US can impose sanctions/military power...
anyway don't rb. im no expert on the subject but know enough to point out contradictions/propaganda bullshit and want ppl to think about it.
#ik my org cant cuz theyre afraid the aflcio will get em lmao#absolutely not funny but wow the state of unions/the left in the US is horrifying
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