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We will now be returning to the main bracket! Side A will be posted Friday, March 8th at 12PM EST, and Side B will be posted on the same day at 3PM EST.
SIDE A:
Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)
Ena (ENA) VS Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland)
SIDE B:
Jessie and James (Pokémon) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)
Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)
Losers will be entered into the randomized redemption battle royale. Feel free to submit propaganda of your favorite characters with the hashtag #bsb propaganda or send an ask to the blog!
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Felt this should be shared here too!
#idk what to tag this as ummm#important#??#broadside beach#shipwrecked 64#fictionkin#fictives#boundaries#shipwrecked64#bsb#by the way!#the second announcement was just to show a chunk of the soundtrack had been posted to youtube
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Yusuke Urameshi Figure - Dark Tournament
Official Site: bsb-prize
Size: Approx. 14cm
Release: April 9th, 2024
From the "Dark Tournament Saga", the battle version of Yusuke Urameshi is now available as a crane game prize! I hope Banpresto releases other characters in the future.
Talking about figures, there's also an announcement from S.H.Figuarts! Finally!
Yusuke Urameshi S.H.Figuarts
S.H.Figuarts announced Yusuke's figure from the Dark Tournament Saga: " With exchangeable facial parts as well as hair parts, you can recreate up to 10 different expressions of Yusuke! Not just exchangable parts for Yusuke, but also comes with Reigan effect and a pedestal for Reigan, Yusuke also comes with Pu so you can display your Yusuke in not only cool action poses but playful poses too!"
Pre-orders coming soon!
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lust for a vampire
for my fifty follower celebration! @heareball asked: max phillips and prompt no. nine— "you look so pretty like this." title from the song. i am so sorry this ended up being like, gross. and long. thanks to @wannab-urs for the reassurance and beta. if you recognize the horror movies referenced in this fic i love you.
rating & word count: 4k words | explicit
warnings: very briefly mentioned drug use, sexually explicit content, more plot than porn, dubious consent question mark, supernatural stalking, blood and its consumption, pussy slapping (like once), orgasm denial, spit play ???, background sex work/stripping, physical altercation (not with max), vaginal fingering, pet names (sweet thing, honey, sweetheart), i changed how vampires work from bsb because my writing, my rules.
It’s late now. Another thirty minutes and you get to flick the switch to the overhead lights—on and off, on and off again. Closing time. You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here. Then there’s bar cleanup, a little sweeping, some heavy mopping. Assuring that no one’s upchucked on the stone bust of sexy Dracula out front, or making one of your coworkers clean it up if they have.
You can’t say that this is exactly what you dreamed of doing for the rest of your life: living in the slimy suburbs of a tourist trap border city, doubling as a bartender and host at a vampire-themed titty bar. Whatever. You suppose there are worse things. The patrons are usually so distracted by the girls that are actually naked that they leave you alone. The most you get is a grunted drink order, sometimes with an accompanying snort if the man ordering has just spent a little time in a bathroom stall with a bump of Big C.
Usually. Tonight, there’s a man at the corner of the bar who seems to be paying you attention in particular. He’s eyeing you more than Kali, the dancer spinning half nude on the main stage pole as crimson-coloured corn syrup slides down her body in waves.
You noticed him right away. He looks nothing like your regulars; usually sex and death goth chicks and their annoying boyfriends, or black metal listeners who could use a good shower…or three. No, the man at the bar is unlike anyone you’ve ever seen walk in here before. A tailored suit jacket strains slightly against the breadth of his shoulders, waistcoat unbuttoned as he sits sipping at his third whiskey and coke. His hair is slicked yet stylishly tousled. The glint in his eye tells you that he knows he looks good. Cocky, then.
Mercy saunters up to him with a sway in her hips, skin as pale as the moon outside. She bleaches her hair to white twice a month, keeping it shorter to handle the damage. The woman is a vampire in the flesh if you’ve ever seen one, clad in crimson lace as she lays a hand of finely manicured claws on his shoulder.
Mercy leans into him, whispering something softly into his ear. At first, you can’t gauge his reaction, watching the exchange out of the corner of your eye. You’re torn between him shaking his head and telling her to get lost, or happily obliging to let her take him for a private show.
He seems to be considering it, too, eventually nodding with a bright smile. You can’t look at his mouth as he does, teeth too bright for the low light. It looks like they almost glow. He and Mercy disappear to the back, finding one of the empty private rooms to take their business. You finish polishing another rack of glasses before a customer flags you down for a refill.
You don’t see the man when you announce last call, or again before you’re locking the doors behind the last couple of stragglers. The girls are in the back already, taking off their makeup and packing up to head home. You give the bar another good wipe down as Martin and Phil take the dirty glasses to the back. When the bar is adequate in its cleanliness, you get started on spraying down the tables. Louis is mopping both stages, the sudsy water of the industrial pale turning black from the sweat, spit, and fake blood.
Closing at three o’clock, the lot of you get out at almost four-thirty in the morning. The light of dawn hasn’t quite hit the horizon, the moon missing from the sky behind clouds of city smog. The streets are truly dark. You navigate through the alley behind the club, passing a twin pair of Dumpsters.
It must have rained while you were inside, the sidewalk wet with remnants of it. Puddles pool in the corners of the road. If you were anyone else, if you were anywhere else, this scene might be a little concerning. This is the part where the killer emerges, silent but deadly behind the wisp of a girl as she walks the streets alone. The situation isn’t exactly safe, per say. Definitely not ideal. It isn’t your fault that the closest lot with free parking is four blocks away.
You are no wisp, and this is no monster movie. This is a Saturday night like any other.
Or, well, it’s supposed to be. Turning another corner, you come upon Mercy standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Still clad in her outfit from the club, she notices you almost immediately. You stop yourself, processing what it is you’re looking at. Darkness stains half of her silky lingerie, and in this lighting you can’t tell if it’s real or fake.
Mercy sways where she stands, eyes narrowing the slightest before her face softens, an agreeable smile pulling at her lips. Her six inch heels clop against the concrete as she closes the short distance between the two of you.
“Mercy?” you ask. “What are you doing out here?”
“Hey baby,” she drawls.
“Is everything okay?”
“Much better now,” Mercy smiles. Her teeth are stained red. All of this blood…is it hers?
“What happened? Did someone do something to you?”
Your pulse is racing as you dart your eyes around the street. It remains empty spare you and her, your eyes telling you that the coast is clear. Still, the situation feels off. Mercy is still smiling as your stomach roils in your gut. When she sways a little too far to the right, you grab ahold of her arm, looping it around your shoulder.
“We’ll get you back to my car, okay?” you ask.
Mercy takes a couple of steps with you before the axis of the world changes. No, wait. Only the axis of you. The dancer has you pressed to the hard, clumpy brick of a building. Her arm sits over your neck, putting pressure on your windpipe. You claw at her arm, scratching at the milky white of her skin. It’s no use. Mercy is putting those self-defense classes to good use trying to choke you out right now.
She moves in closer to your face, nosing at your jaw down to the side of your neck.
“Smells so good. I just need…a little bit,” Mercy breathes into your ear.
“No,” is the only word you can press past your lips.
“It’ll only hurt a little, honey,” she continues, voice dripping with sweetness. It’s the one she uses with clients, a tone that’s pulled thousands of dollars of cash from the eager wallets of horny bastards. “Then, it’s going to feel so, so good.”
As your vision speckles, Mercy licks a long, wet stripe along the skin of your neck. Something about the action sets you off; the pre-emptive finality of it activates your survival instincts as you bring a knee up to her gut. The blow winds her. Mercy pushes herself off of you to clutch at her stomach, a frustrated growl ripping itself from her throat.
“That wasn’t very nice, bitch,” she mutters.
You take off down the street, praying to whatever god that Mercy’s newfound kink for street violence hasn’t instilled in her the ability to sprint in Pleasers. You’re so close now; the lot where your Chevy sedan has been parked and baking since dinnertime is finally in sight. Air isn’t quite reaching your lungs as fast as you need it, the world around you hazey as you continue to run to your car.
Blinking, the parking lot is gone when you open your eyes again. Someone’s dropped a black curtain in front of you—or so you think. When you collide chest-first with a man on the sidewalk, you recontextualize. You were staring at the shoulder of his suit jacket.
Another moment passes as you realize just who the man is. Three-piece, from the club. The man who sat at the bar making eyes at you all night long. Tonight must be a cosmic punishment.
“Hey, whoa there.” He holds his hands out, almost in surrender. Concern blankets his features as he looks you over. “Everything alright?”
“Look, I really don’t have time—”
You stop yourself, sucking in frantic gasps of air. Grabbing onto the nearest wall, you brace yourself as you cough and choke on oxygen. The stranger watches you, then glances down the street the way you came. It seems his critical thinking skills have kicked in.
“Is someone following you?” he asks.
“My crazy fucking coworker…” you start, “has taken up casual street assault.”
“Let’s get you out of here, alright? Is your car nearby?”
You nod, pushing yourself up and off the wall. He guides you across the street to your car, standing with you as you sift through your bag for the keys. When you find them, you turn to the man.
“Well, thanks.”
“Not a problem at all,” he says. Slowly, he turns to walk away. Then you remember how many drinks you served him earlier.
“Hey, do you want a ride home?” Bad idea. Bad idea.
The man turns around and faces you once again. “I’m alright,” he says.
Three whiskey and cokes, a couple of shots, and whatever might have gone out to his private room that you hadn’t been able to keep track of.
“It’s not a hassle,” you shrug.
This is better. You would rather drive to a stranger’s house at dawn and drop him off than have him pass out somewhere in the street—or worse, let him try to drive home and end up hurting someone.
You tell him your name. He says his name is Max. The two of you get into your car. Buckling your seatbelt, you ask, “Maxwell? Or Maximillion?”
“Just Max.”
You hum. “Straight to the point.”
“I try to be.”
The car starts with minimal fanfare and you pull out of the parking lot. You scan the streets for any sign of Mercy, but come up empty in your search. You’re too tired to think about her or the odd encounter anymore.
“So what draws someone like you to a place like that?” you ask, referring to the club.
“Someone like me?” Max asks.
“Come on, look at you. The suit? You look like you’re fresh off the trading floor.”
“Not quite. Mergers and acquisitions,” he says.
“Point still stands,” you say. “What brings you to a gothic striptease?”
Max shrugs beside you. “Reminds me of college, I guess.”
You can’t help the laugh that falls from your mouth. The strange answer does nothing to satisfy your lingering curiosity, but you focus back on the road. Max tells you when to turn and which streets to take, leading you out of town. Twenty minutes into your drive, you realize he’s guiding you past the university and over the connecting bridge.
“Lewiston?” you ask, glancing at him. Max is already staring at you, eyes softening when they meet yours.
“It’s quaint,” he says.
And he’s right. When you pull into the driveway of his house, you momentarily wonder if you’ve arrived at the wrong address. Max doesn’t share the hesitance, getting out of the car and rounding the front to meet you at the driver’s side window. You roll it down, letting him duck his head in the slightest bit.
Max leans his forearms against the opening in the door. “Thanks for the ride,” he says. And then he’s offering to let you come inside, grab a coffee before you hit the road again.
You want to say no—should, considering how late (early?) it is. Glancing at the clock on your dashboard, you look up at Max to politely decline, but can’t summon the words. There’s something about his eyes, dark and wondrous as they stare. He doesn’t blink, waiting on your answer.
“A coffee couldn’t hurt,” you say. A smile pulls at the corners of his lips.
Max steps away from the door to let you get out. It closes with a solid thud, and then he’s leading you up to the front steps of his home. He doesn’t reach for any keys, simply turning the knob and pushing the door open. You barely make note of this, too distracted by his presence and the walls of his front hallway.
Everything in here seems perfect, the cutesy makings of a home somewhere in the countryside. And yet that’s what makes it totally out of place; the floral wallpaper, the simple wooden frames holding photos of faces you can’t quite parse in the dark. Maybe you’re letting outdated stereotypes get the better of you, but someone like Max would usually be living in a sleek, stainless steel cavern—not Little House on the Prairie.
Like he can read your mind, he says, “This isn’t my usual decor. It was my grandmother’s house.”
“Oh,” you nod. “Sorry for your loss.”
Max shakes his head, giving you a dismissive wave as he turns left and mills about a small yellow kitchen. “She was old. It happens. I’m in town to settle up some things, see what ends up happening to this place.”
“So you aren’t from around here,” you say.
Back turned to you, the laugh he lets out shakes his broad shoulders the slightest bit. “You caught me,” Max says.
“Between condolences and meetings with lawyers, you find solace watching naked women cover themselves in blood?”
He’s facing you again. The coffee has started to brew, steam rising from the machine as the warm smell of arabica greets your nose.
“Something like that,” he says. “What about you? The bartending life all that they say it is?”
“It’s alright.” You lean in the doorway, never quite stepping into the kitchen. “Not as terrible as other places.”
“But you aren’t fulfilled,” Max says for you.
“Things could be worse.”
“Hm,” is all he gives you.
Max gets two mugs out of his grandmother’s cupboards, filling them both when the coffee is done a few silent minutes later. He closes the distance between the counter and where you stand to hand one to you. Then he sits at the short table wedged in against the wall. The implication to sit down with him settles over you, but Max doesn’t say anything.
He’s waiting because he knows that you will. Deep down, you know it too.
When you cross over the threshold into the room, the world shifts. Only slightly, barely noticeable with the porcelain burning in your palm. You take the seat across from Max and set the coffee down.
“How is it?” he asks, nodding at it.
“Good,” you say. Neither of you have taken a sip of the stuff.
Max’s hand is on the table, resting on a doily next to his own mug. He asks, “What’s got a woman like you walking the streets at night all alone?”
“Free parking,” you say.
His lip twitches. “That all?”
“Fourteen dollars a night adds up when you work six times a week.”
“No, I mean,” Max says, “that can’t be it.”
His hand is closer to your own now. You aren’t sure when it moved. The proximity of his skin to yours sets your pulse racing again; instinct kicking in once more.
“Small town, lots of tourists. People from all over the world in and out of there all the time. You’re sure to come across some scary characters.”
“When you’re the one plying ‘em with alcohol, it’s a little different. Don’t wanna bite the hand that feeds,” you say. “I can handle myself.”
“I’m sure you can,” Max agrees. He uses his pointer finger to draw a line along the length of your thumb. His touch is ice cold. The contact makes you shiver.
“I don’t scare easy,” you continue, heart in your throat now.
“Is that right?” he asks.
You can’t tell what he means by that. You move to grab the mug before you, finally taking a sip to avoid answering the question. The brew is acrid. This close to your nose, it smells like lemons and bleach. Frowning into the mug, you look up at Max again. His chair sits empty.
Your brain can’t catch up with your eyes. Suddenly, something is pressing into your back, and for the second time tonight you find yourself pinned to an unfamiliar wall. Max is gentler than Mercy, a single hand at your shoulder to press you against the peeling paint behind you.
You open your mouth to say something, anything at all. Please don’t kill me. The coffee’s fine, I swear.
“Aw, don’t be scared,” he says, low and close to your ear. The words rumble in his chest, something like a purr against your ribcage.
“Don’t hurt me,” you whisper.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Max says. “You look so pretty like this.”
“What do you want?”
“What do you want?” he asks, turning the question around. “I’ve watched you… I know you, sweetheart. This isn’t the life you want, is it? Certainly not the life you deserve.”
Despite yourself, you start to lean a little into his body; aching cold against your broiling warmth. Your neck and forehead are damp with sweat.
“I can give you all you’ve ever wanted,” Max says. “Remake you and your life. Never grow old. Never die.”
It’s fun to be a vampire. Yeah, you’ve seen that nineties movie too.
All night, you’ve been missing the forest for the trees. Mercy and her frantic, violent behaviour; the stains that soaked her lingerie. Max sidling up to the bar again, out of place and yet perfectly suited to the grimey, bleeding environment.
“Max…” you breathe.
“All you have to do is say yes,” he says.
This man is overwhelming, breathing down your neck and nosing along your jaw. He’s not pinning you to the wall anymore. You’ve elected to stay here. Thoughts are hard to manage, everything covered in a thick fog. His presence is intoxicating, and you have a feeling that’s on purpose.
All girls don’t want bad boys, and yet you feel yourself caving. An answer sits on the tip of your tongue. If only you could spit out the goddamn words…
“Please,” you say.
“And she’s polite with it too. Sweet thing.” Max’s cool thumb drags across your cheek. “What do you need?”
“Anything. Everything, please.”
God, this is pathetic. In your right mind this scene would make you sick, but at this moment you can’t help it. You are a wound all over, easing into Max’s soothing touch. He can fix this—fix you, needy and wanting in this lovely little home. It’s all you want; all you’ve ever wanted.
Max kisses your neck once, twice before he pulls away. His right hand wraps around your ribs to support you, the other trailing up and over your stomach, your sternum. He splays his fingers across your clavicle, feeling the heat of your skin. His touch is bleak, sapping the warmth from your body.
You can’t tell if it’s his voice or your own echoing in your ears. What draws someone like you to a place like this? But what kind of place is this exactly?
Max shreds the front of your shirt, the sparkly white logo of the strip club torn in two as the fabric hangs limply off your body. With no bra underneath, he has free access to fondle your breast. His cold hand over your heart makes you shiver.
Kissing down your chest, he still holds your side, even as he crouches in front of you. Through bleary eyes, you watch as Max kisses at either of your hips before making quick work of the button and zipper of your jeans. You pull at his hair, needing him up here. Truly, you need him everywhere; to consume you and warp you beyond identification. Go ahead and make you something new.
“Max, please,” you whine.
He licks a line from your stomach to the dip between your neck and collarbones, cold air catching at the saliva in the absence of his tongue. Then he’s face to face with you again, smiling. Max slides his hands into your pants and tuts lightly. You’re wet, and he can feel it. Embarassment floods you, making you squirm.
“Oh honey, relax. It’s only natural,” he says.
Max rubs at you over your panties, lightly grazing your clit through the fabric with each pass. It’s gentle. It isn’t what you need.
You grip his arm harshly. No matter what he is, it hurts. A little bit of something flashes in his eyes, coming and going too quickly. Something you need.
“Give me what I want,” you demand softly.
“This what you want, huh?” Max asks.
He shoves his fingers past the band of your panties, the pads of his fingers brushing hard against you. Two of them find your clit, circling over it deliciously. Still, this isn’t enough. You whimper with a shake of your head.
“Oh no, sweetheart. That’s not it,” Max says knowingly. He’s teasing and it’s killing you. “Want these, huh?”
As he asks, Max bares his teeth at you; long and intimidating, the enamel looks sharp and pointy. Seeing them has you canting your hips up into his hand.
“Bite me,” you gasp. “Bite me, bite me, please.”
His fingers on you move impossibly faster, hedging you towards the edge at a lightning pace. Heat spreads from between your thighs outwards, creeping up through your stomach, your arms, your fingertips. It’s a struggle to keep yourself upright against the wall.
Max returns his mouth to your neck, sucking and licking at your skin. You close your eyes and wait, expecting the heavy hammer of pain to fall on you soon, orgasm just out of reach. Instead, he tugs your underwear down a little further in your jeans, cupping you in his hand. He slaps your cunt once, drawing your attention back to him.
“Look,” Max says. “Pay attention now.”
Then he continues his ministrations, fingers on your clit again. You open your mouth to groan. It’s then that he bites you, catching you off guard. The pain is searing, so hot that it’s cold underneath your skin. You can feel the length of his fangs where they dig deep into flesh.
Blood rushes from the punctures immediately, trailing in a thick stream down your body. Max gulps as he drinks it down, hand still working you over. Your orgasm drowns you, an unforgiving wave. It hurts, stomach clenching at the sensations that wrack your body. There is no air left in your lungs, all of it punched out by the pain. He’s holding your head underwater.
What kind of place is this? A very, very bad one. Strawberry Shortcake’s den of iniquity. You’re bleeding out surrounded by dainty floral wallpaper and a man—monster—that’s going to eat you alive.
You slump between the wall and Max’s chest as he withdraws his teeth from you. Blood pumps out of your carotid artery in a steady pace, another gush with each beat of your heart. It pools on the white tile of the floor. Everything is red and slippery.
Max bites into the flesh of his wrist and brings it to your lips. With the little strength you have left, you grip his arm and hold it against your mouth. You drink what slowly flows from his veins. Max’s blood is cold against your tongue, going down like a shot of cheap tequila.
“There you go, sweetheart. That feel better, hm?” he asks.
When he’s sure you’ve swallowed, he tips your head back gingerly. His face over yours, Max purses his lips. He lets spit gather between them before pushing it out of his mouth, pulling yours open with his thumb to catch it. The saliva, mixed with your own blood, slides coolly against your tongue.
You’re dying, probably. Maybe you’re already dead. Doesn’t matter, really.
Max is here. He has remade you.
#pedrostories#max phillips#max phillips x reader#bloodsucking bastards#max phillips fanfiction#pedro pascal#50 followers
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COMING SOON - BANDOM SUMMER BLOWOUT 2023!
Bandom Summer Blowout (BSB) is a collaborative bandom challenge where Writers and Creators sign up to work together to create bandom-centric works of fiction with companion pieces. The works created for this challenge will be shared as a collection on AO3 in summer 2023 for everyone to enjoy! ☀️ 🏖
BSB includes all bands and acts connected to the core group and members of Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! at the Disco, plus related canons such as the Killjoys comics or music video characters. All ships, tropes and themes are welcome in this challenge. Last year’s BSB creations can be read here on AO3.
For 2023 we will also offer a solo-writing option for writers who prefer not to commit to writing a 10k fic or aren’t interested in collaborations, but still want to be part of the challenge.
The schedule for signups will be announced soon - follow us for details.
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BSB: we have an announcement!!
Me and other clowns in the fanbase: ANOTHER ANNIVERSARY CRUISE!YESSS!!
BSB: lol what’s your favorite BSB moment-
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hi im bsbs / 25 / she/her. i started this blog to talk about ideas for a potential sonic boom season 3 that satisfy me personally, but i also post sonic boom stuff in general, such as behind-the-scenes trivia that you may have never seen/heard before, random thoughts, and most embarrassingly, boom!shadow brainrot (hey someone has to do it). expect the occasional non-boom post as proof that i like other parts of the franchise as well.
i do plan on putting together my own season 3 as a fanfic eventually but i also have trouble getting off my ass so who knows how long thatll take. instead, expect me to be pretending that liking boom!shadow is a personality trait.
heres some things you should know:
absolutely no ns*w. sonic is a kid-friendly franchise and i plan on reflecting that.
no ships either. nothing wrong with shipping as a concept obviously, im just not interested in it here.
no bigots or creeps. this is less of a dni (bc these people dont actually respect boundaries) and more of an announcement that this blog doesnt tolerate that shit.
cool? cool. if i post anything weird or nonsensical dont worry about it im just prone to fits of whimsy. now watch this video. mkay bye.
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Story time!!!
Aka a lesson in trying to police different countries’ fan cultures
Before the Jonas Brother and One Direction and BTS and Exo but after BSB and NSync there was DBSK. DBSK was a 5 member kpop boy group that dominated kpop and followed on the coat tails of the singer BoA in bringing kpop to an international audience, with a heavy focus on Japan, through the early and mid 00s until they ultimately had a Zayn level fall out which rendered them a 2 member group to this day WHO I LOVE DEARLY but that another story
This story is about when they came back to Korea in 2008 with their fourth album. You see, they had been promoting almost exclusively in Japan for 3-4 years at that point. They had released a third Korean album in 2006 but their record labels focus was on Japan because Japan is an insanely lucrative music market. Japan is also notorious for their incredibly respectful and quiet fans. They stay quiet and allow artists to sing without interruption.
Korea does not have that fan culture. Korea is loud and screaming and fan chants and balloons and light sticks and engaging. And in 2008 Korean Cassie’s (DBSK fans) were well aware of the difference between their fan cultures. To the point where they had convinced themselves the reason DBSK didn’t come back to Korea or promote in Korea all that much is because they enjoyed the quiet, respectful nature of the Japanese fans.
So when DBSK went on their first comeback stage and recorded their first takes the Korean fans stood their quiet. Respectful. Because that’s what they thought their idols wanted. But guess what? The fans were wrong. And after their first take the five members of the group announced to the audience something along the lines of “please don’t be quiet. We love when you’re loud. We love YOU as a fan base. We love your CULTURE as a fan base.”
Because the members DBSK were able to appreciate both the quiet nature of Japan when they performed and the energy and chaos of their Korean fans. They loved both.
Do you understand where I’m going with this?
#moral of the story don’t shit on so American fans#don’t try and police their fan culture#so American fans are known for their passion and their energy and you do not tour there without knowing this#you think Louis who sees everything doesn’t know what he’s getting into?#the Louis who was voted most popular in Brazil back in 2014#he knows what he's doing#stop babying him
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**David Attenborough voiceover** Here we see that the events of the last few days have slowly stretched @puffitale to the point of insanity. With the announcement of a BSB Xmas album (Xmas because it’s the work of the devil), she has finally snapped and is now rampaging like the insane JC Chasez fan she is. Truely, a work of wonderment.”
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I completely agree that Big Hit have made all recent decisions pertaining solely to make as much coin from BTS as possible. They've even admitted publicly that having majority of their income come from BTS when they have an expiry date is a poor business model and they are attempting to diversify because of it.
My issue with it is... as an old fan of BTS who's first MV was Fire and comeback was BST/ Wings Era... I have seen them build their fan base and brand on a promise of authentic engagement with fans. Their whole buzz was that in a highly commercialized kpop world, they were not chained and restrained nor was their focus on money, but on uplifting people through their music. They were given more voice and choice than any other kpop group of their time. I feel like with the amount of massive commercial success they've had that authenticity eroded from them. Maybe it was just a marketing strategy which has shifted... but I bought into it and I miss it which makes these decisions a little harder for me to swallow.
I don't mean to be *that* fan... but I really miss the old comeback days when things seemed (although still manufactured) less commercially geared towards the sole purpose of taking money? I miss the individual comeback intros. I miss the complicated theories that each MV held. I miss the clear distinction between eras that had decisive goodbyes. I miss that... genuine buzz and engagement that we as a Fandom got freaking out over the significance of something as simple as Hoseok eating a snickers.
The simple reality is they don't need to actually put that much effort into their music to sell it anymore... they don't need elaborate MVs and long term era themes/ plots, linked stage themes and cohesive links between new albums. Heck... if anything this announcement proves they don't even need new albums anymore full stop and people still will buy them.
I don't blame Big Hit or BTS. I'm old enough to understand the decisions from a business point of view. Why put in that amount of effort when it isn't needed? I still think their new songs are a bop. I enjoy their collaborations and think it's fun. I'm not bitter about the decisions they're making nor am I going to be a hater or anything.
But... I just really really miss the way things were from a consumption point of view. The engagement just doesn't feel the same for me.
I agree with you, anon. (Placing a cut for length)
I got into them right before Run era started and I remember all of what you're saying from the old days. I lost a lot of sleep because fan engagement was a blast back then, especially during BST which was one of my top fave eras. I'm always going to miss that time and remember it fondly because I had some many great interactions on this blog about all kinds of random shit going on with the members. No one talks to me about their faves here anymore; it's just recirculating gifs now. That's why most of my fan engagement has been in Discord and Twitter the last few years.
The shift in marketing definitely seems like "work smarter, not harder" and I get it. Through BTS' success, HYBE has acquired other companies and groups in an attempt to diversify with varying opinions on it. While I've vehemently disagreed with most of their acquisitions and business ventures like getting Source & Pledis, working with McDonalds during a nationwide strike, and NFTs, I have continued to listen to the music I enjoy.
Being disappointed that a group isn't going in the direction you hoped after years of enjoying their music doesn't make you a hater. I think that label gets thrown around a lot by fans who haven't had their views challenged before. I honestly feel relieved to read any critiques at this point, whether I agree with it or not, when it comes to a group and their company. Those are the kinds of conversations I like having with other fans, especially older pop fans who remember the BSB vs. NSYNC & Britney vs. Christina fanwars like I do.
If you're open to branching out (no pressure), I can say with confidence there are multiple 3rd and 4th groups who have an active voice in not only songwriting, but production, arrangement, choreography, and concept. I'm a huge fan of several of them now. Not all groups fit the bill, but several do that thematic open and close with concepts and eras like what you're describing. My favorite thing about k-pop is how songs, outfits, landscapes, and choreo are used to communicate larger themes to an audience who many or may not share the language--just like theater.
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LET THE BIGENDER SWAG BATTLE BEGIN
Here is the bracket! I tried my best to try and make the initial matches as fair as I could, but there's definitely a chance that I did not pair these very well due to my limited knowledge of how popular these franchises and characters are. Here is the list of matches with poll links. Current matches are above the cut, everything else is under it.
Here is the randomized redemption battle royale masterpost (currently ongoing)
Round 5 (date TBD)
Side A:
Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Ena (ENA)
Side B:
Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)
Round 4
Side A:
Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)
Ena (ENA) VS Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland)
Side B:
Jessie and James (Pokémon) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)
Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)
Round 3
Side A:
Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)
Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)
Ena (ENA) VS Vflower (Vocaloid)
Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix)
Side B:
Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)
Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)
Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)
Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)
Round 2
Side A:
Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man) VS Josuke Higashikata (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)
Byleth (Fire Emblem) VS Princess Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)
Joker/Ren Amamiya (Persona 5) VS Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai)
Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club)
Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes) VS Ena (ENA)
Sora (Kingdom Hearts) VS Vflower (Vocaloid)
Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Alan Grant (Jurassic Park)
Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix) VS Amanda O'Neill (Little Witch Academia)
Side B April 30th, 12 PM EST:
Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa) VS Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony)
Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Steven Universe (Steven Universe) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)
Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Kakashi Hatake (Naruto)
Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon)
Kurata Tome (Mob Psycho 100) VS Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast)
Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai) VS Wayne (Hylics)
Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard) VS Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney)
Prince Sebastian/Lady Crystallia (The Prince and the Dressmaker) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)
Round 1
Side B (April 4th, 12 PM EST):
Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa) VS Raphael Hamato (Rise of the TMNT)
Rainbow Dash (My Little Pony) VS Spy (TF2)
Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Steven Universe (Steven Universe)
Dr. Teeth and The Electric Mayhem (The Muppets) VS Jessie and James (Pokémon)
Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Bentham/Mr. 2 Bon Clay (One Piece)
Kakashi Hatake (Naruto) VS Marika/Radagon (Elden Ring)
Klaus Hargreeves (Umbrella Academy) VS Sara Chidouin (Your Turn To Die)
Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus (Sailor Moon) VS Yuuga Aoyama (My Hero Academia)
Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space Nine) VS Kurata Tome (Mob Psycho 100)
Juno Steel (The Penumbra Podcast) VS Jonathan Sims (The Magnus Archives)
Gen Asagiri (Dr. Stone) VS Mizuki Akiyama (Project Sekai)
G0z the Clown (Roblox Myths) VS Wayne (Hylics)
Kaoru Sakurayashiki/Cherry Blossom (Sk8 the Infinity) VS Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)
Susato Mikotoba (Ace Attorney) VS Yuri Leclerc (Fire Emblem)
Hura Stapleton (The Office Type) VS Prince Sebastian/Lady Crystallia (The Prince and the Dressmaker)
Mr. Rowan Webb (The Worst Witch) VS Jesse (Minecraft Story Mode)
Round 1
Side A:
Eridan Ampora (Homestuck) VS Angel Devil (Chainsaw Man)
Josuke Higashikata (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure) VS Getou Suguru (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Byleth (Fire Emblem) VS Sakura Haruno (Naruto)
Luz Noceda (The Owl House) VS Zelda/Sheik (The Legend of Zelda)
Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) VS Joker/Ren Amamiya (Persona 5)
Rui Kamishiro (Project Sekai) VS Mafuyu Asahina (Project Sekai)
Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100) VS Shiver (Splatoon)
Haruhi Fujioka (Ouran Highschool Host Club) VS Baji Keisuke (Tokyo Revengers)
Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII) VS Bugs Bunny (Looney Tunes)
Ena (ENA) VS Basil (OMORI)
Sora (Kingdom Hearts) VS Kurapika Kurta (Hunter x Hunter)
Vflower (Vocaloid) VS Wocky Kitaki (Ace Attorney)
Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland) VS Ukyo Saionji (Dr. Stone)
Alan Grant (Jurassic Park) VS Tom (Eddsworld)
Amanda O'Neill (Little Witch Academia) VS Billie (Bigtop Burger)
Cybersix/Adrian Seidelman (Cybersix) VS Hinata Tachibana (Fabiniku/Life with an Ordinary Guy Who Reincarnated into a Total Fantasy Knockout)
Round 0
Side A:
Sollux Captor (Homestuck) VS Eridan Ampora (Homestuck)
Mondo Owada (Danganronpa) VS Kokichi Ouma (Danganronpa)
Shigeo "Mob" Kageyama (Mob Psycho 100) VS Teruki Hanazawa (Mob Psycho 100)
Side B:
Kazuichi Souda (Danganronpa VS Chihiro Fujisaki (Danganronpa)
Zhongli (Genshin Impact) VS Yoimiya (Genshin Impact)
Envy (Fullmetal Alchemist) VS Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist)
#added ID in alt text; i hope my description is okay because i feel like it might be too much to copy paste all of the matches into the ID#bigender swag battle#bsb announcements#tumblr bracket#tumblr tournament#bracket
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God’s Whistleblower
The eyes of the LORD are in every place, keeping watch on the evil and the good. Proverbs 15:3 (ESV)
If people are causing divisions among you, give a first and second warning. After that, have nothing more to do with them. Titus 3:10 (NLT)
With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. James 3:9 (NIV)
“Woe to the rebellious children,” says the LORD, “Who take counsel, but not of Me, And who devise plans, but not of My Spirit, That they may add sin to sin." Isaiah 30:1 (NKJV)
No one who practices deceit shall dwell in my house; no one who tells lies shall stand in my presence. Psalm 101:7 (BSB)
Outwardly you look like righteous people, but inwardly your hearts are filled with hypocrisy and lawlessness. Matthew 23:28 (NLT)
Wake up! Strengthen what remains and is about to die, for I have found your deeds unfinished in the sight of my God. Apocalypse 3:2 (NIV)
Remember, therefore, what you have received and heard; hold it fast, and repent. But if you do not wake up, I will come like a thief, and you will not know at what time I will come to you. Apocalypse 3:3 (NIV)
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Player Profile - Dylan Crews
With the MLB Draft coming up on July 9th, let's take a look at potential #1 overall pick, Dylan Crews. Born in 2002 in Florida, Crews quickly showed off his potential. He played for the USA Baseball 14U team and their 18U team that won a gold medal. Crews attended Lake Mary High School, where he played Varsity Baseball for four years and was considered a top MLB Prospect at the time. However, he withdrew his name from the draft after high school and announced his full commitment to play baseball at Louisiana State University. Crews immediately started at Right Field for LSU as a freshman in 2021. In his freshman season, Crews slugged at an astounding rate, batting .362 with 18 home runs, which set a record for the most home runs ever hit by an LSU freshman. In addition, he was named National Freshman of the Year by Perfect Game. After the 2021 season, Crews switched to Center Field and continued to play at a high level, earning Co-SEC Player of the Year in 2022 while hitting .349 with 22 home runs. In his final season with LSU in 2023, Crews led LSU to their 7th College World Series Title, batting .426 with 18 homers and winning the Golden Spikes Award given to the nation's best college baseball player. Crews is expected to make an immediate impact on the team that selects him, as he has exceptional speed, power, and hitting.
Crews has been described by many scouts as a five-tool player, which is very rare. A five-tool player excels at hitting for average, hitting for power, base running, throwing, and fielding. Crews’ main weakness is his high whiff percentage on changeups and sliders. However, Crews still had a very high average on both of those types of pitches.
Although he is likely the most talented player in the draft, Crews reportedly is not interested in being selected first overall to the Pirates. Crews and his agent are asking for a record-breaking $10 million signing bonus, which would surpass the $8.42 million bonus that was given to Spencer Torkelson in 2020. One potential reason why Crews and his agent might be asking for such a high bonus is to be rejected by the Pirates so that he can then be chosen by the Nationals. Joe Doyle of Future Star Series has stated that Crews "fancies the idea of playing in Washington” instead of Pittsburgh. Crews and his agent have “purportedly thrown gaudy signing bonus demands at the Pirates" to try and get Crews to be selected with the #2 overall pick to the Washington Nationals.
List of Awards: 2021 LSWA Louisiana Freshman of the Year, 2021 ABCA All-South Region First Team, 2021 Freshman All-SEC, 2021 Second-Team All-SEC, 2021 NCAA Eugene Regional All-Tournament Team, 2021 U.S. Collegiate National Team Member, 2021 First-Team Freshman All-American (Collegiate Baseball, D1 Baseball, NCBWA), 2021 Third-Team All-American (NCBWA, ABCA), 2021 Second-Team All-American (Perfect Game, D1 Baseball), 2021 Perfect Game National Freshman of the Year, 2022 U.S. Collegiate National Team Member, 2022 LSWA Hitter of the Year, 2022 NCAA Hattiesburg Regional All-Tournament Team, 2022 First-Team ABCA All-South Region, 2022 SEC Community Service Team, 2022 SEC All-Defensive Team, 2022 First-Team All-SEC, 2022 Golden Spikes Award Semifinalist, 2022 SEC Co-Player of the Year, 2022 Consensus First-Team All-American, 2023 SEC Community Service Team, 2023 SEC Academic Honor Roll, 2023 ABCA Gold Glove Team, 2023 SEC All-Defensive Team, 2023 First-Team All-SEC, 2023 SEC Player of the Year, 2023 SEC Male Athlete of the Year, 2023 NCAA Regional All-Tournament Team, 2023 College World Series All-Tournament Team, 2023 Consensus First-Team All-American, 2023 Golden Spikes Award Winner
Height, Weight, Age: 6’0”, 205 lbs, 21 years old
Citations: https://lsusports.net/sports/bsb/roster/player/dylan-crews/
https://syndication.bleacherreport.com/amp/10081911-mlb-rumors-dylan-crews-eying-record-breaking-10m-bonus-amid-pirates-nationals-buzz.amp.html
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“What about you guys, why don’t you go hang out at the mall or something?” AJ said. “The mall?” Adam asked “What is this 1990?” he asked. “Come on, I just got a text, Jared’s doing a poker night tonight” Kyle said to Adam. “Cool” Adam said standing up, he stuck his hand out towards AJ. “Oh fine” he said reaching into his pocket “But anything you win I get half” he said. “Okay” Adam said scoffing.- "Saturday Night Fever"; Jr. BSB Shorts
“I turned off my emotions…my feelings…anything I could not to worry about the possibility that…” “What?” AJ asked. “…that I could end up where you were” Adam said “you’re my dad, what if…I don’t know some kind of genetic…” he said. “No, no, hey, listen to me” AJ said “You are not me alright? You are you and it’s okay to be concerned, you should be but I promise you, you are not going to end up like I did, I won’t let it happen” he said to him. “I’m scared dad…what if I go away to school and I get carried away with everything?” AJ asked. “Then you call me, and I will talk you through it, I promise, you’re going to be just fine” AJ said. Adam looked at him and nodded “I love you” he said hugging him. “Wow…this hasn’t happened in awhile” AJ said in surprise. “Yeah…don’t get used to it” Adam said.- Father to Son
Later that night Adam rubbed a moisturize onto his new ink "Checking out the new tat?" AJ asked coming into the room. "Is it supposed to hurt this much?" Adam asked. "Trust me you get used to it" AJ said "Let me see" he said grabbing his arm and looking closer at it "Cool...kind of looks like one of mine" he said. "Well where do you think I got the idea?" Adam asked. "You know if you would have waited until your birthday I was going to take you to my guy and get it done myself" AJ said to him. "Really? You were going to let me get a tattoo for my birthday?" Adam asked. "Yeah, I was, I thought it'd be something we could do together" AJ said. "Well great now I feel bad" Adam said. "Yeah...I know" he said smiling and patting his shoulder as he left the room.- Smells Like Teen Spirit
“Dad, I may need your advice about something” Adam said. “Really?” AJ asked surprised. “Yeah trust me I’m just as surprised as you are” Adam said. “Well, sure, what can I help you with?” AJ asked. “You know how when you’re a bastard to someone and you have to like say stuff to make it right again?” Adam asked “What’s that called?” he asked. “…You mean apologizing?” AJ asked. “Yeah that, how do I do that?” Adam asked. “You need me to tell you how to apologize to someone?” AJ asked. “Well yeah I’ve never done it before” Adam said. AJ sighed “Alright well first you have to admit that you were wrong” he said. “Oh god, I do?” Adam asked. “Yes, that’s step one, then you say ‘I’m sorry’” AJ said. “That’s why people say that?” Adam asked. “Yes…” AJ said “do all that and everything will be okay...why? Who do you have to apologize to?” Adam rolled his eyes “Harry…Kyle…Bradley J…Neilson…” “Oh so that’s why you’re hiding out here?” AJ asked. “Kind of” Adam said to him. “Anyone else?” AJ asked. “Nat…the entire drama club” Adam said timidly. “Well” AJ sighed no better place to start than at home” he said, Adam groaned “Come on” he said as they both jumped down from the stage.- An Adam McLean Christmas
“Adam, hey it’s me, I got you alright?” AJ said popping the lid off the makeshift coffin, he saw a very noticeable pin prick on his arm “Oh god” he groaned. “What?” Dean asked. “He shot up him” AJ said pulling Adam from the box.- Shout at The Devil
"I'll miss you too" he said, she let him go and he turned to face AJ. “Dad…” he said, he could see tears welling up in his eyes “You too?” he asked, AJ grabbed him and hugged him tightly. A voice came over the PA system, announcing Adam's flight number "Alright…That's me, I got to go” Adam said to them. "Alright, have a safe flight" AJ said.- Pomp & Circumstance
#original characters#bsb fan fiction#jr. bsb series#teenage dream series#father's day#bsb dad moments#aj and adam
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BANDOM SUMMER BLOWOUT 2023 - SCHEDULE COMING SOON!
Bandom Summer Blowout (BSB) is a collaborative bandom challenge where Writers and Creators sign up to work together to create bandom-centric works of fiction with companion pieces. The works created for this challenge will be shared as a collection on AO3 in summer 2023 for everyone to enjoy! ☀️ 🏖
BSB includes all bands and acts connected to the core group and members of Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! at the Disco, plus related canons such as the Killjoys comics or music video characters. All ships, tropes and themes are welcome in this challenge. Last year’s BSB creations can be read here on AO3.
For 2023 we will also offer a solo-writing option for writers who prefer not to commit to writing a 10k fic or aren’t interested in collaborations, but still want to be part of the challenge.
The schedule for sign-ups will be announced very soon!
#bandom summer blowout 2023#bsb 2023#bandom writing challenge#bandom art challenge#mcr#fob#patd#ls dunes
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