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onceuponaloonatic · 9 months

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sorry i haven't posted in like a minute, i've been working on the fic i poses the prologue for! just finished chapter one and the first half of chapter two. but since i know you guys are curious (and to thank you for your patience) here's the first half of the first chapter! thanks for your patience 💕

Nayeon wasn't as sad as she thought she would be.

As she stared at the blurry landscape of the Korean countryside, she thought about what she was doing. What it meant. Why she was doing it. And surprisingly, sadness wasn't the emotion coming to mind. Anger, fear, anxiety, those gnawed on Nayeon, but sadness? That was far from her mind.

Hyemi was asleep next to her, her summer reading book laying half open in her lap as the world zipped past them. A quick glance to the other two occupants of the train cabin showed they were in similar states.

“Mm… Are we there yet?” Nayeon giggled at Sana’s bed head as she sat up.

“Should be about an hour from here.” Nayeon nodded.

“So long.” Sana groaned. “We’ve already been here forever.”

“It's only been a couple hours.” Nayeon giggled.

“Why did Jeongyeon decide to move to the middle of nowhere again?” Sana whined.

“To get in touch with her roots or something.” Nayeon shrugged. “Who knows, but I kind of like the remoteness.”

“It's annoying.” Sana rolled her eyes.

“I’ll tell her you said that.” Nayeon laughed as Sana dramatically yawned. “You can go back to sleep.”

“I probably will.” Sana nodded. “You should get some rest too Nayeon Unnie.”

“It's okay.” Nayeon shrugged. “I’m not tired.”

“Are you sure? I can stay up to make sure we don't miss our stop.”

“It’s okay.” Nayeon shrugged. “Get some sleep. I can rest when we get to the new house.”

“Okay.” Sana muttered, wrapping her arms around her sleeping child as she fell asleep. Nico looked healthier than Nayeon remembered her being, and she was happy the doctors had cleared her to make the journey.

Nayeon sighed as she saw the way Nico was clinging to her stuffed polar bear for dear life. The argument Sana and Momo had that morning was nasty, Nayeon felt bad the kid had to witness it. (She had really hoped they would have a smooth journey out of Seoul, but looking back she knew that was wishful thinking).

“Mommy?” Nayeon was pulled out of the thought when Hyemi muttered her name. Hyemi looked upset, and Nayeon knew whatever she asked next wasn't going to be easy to answer.

“Yes baby?”

“Are you mad at Mama?” Hyemi looked up at Nayeon, a painfully serious look on her face. Nayeon wanted to lie to her daughter, to hide the ugly truth, to protect her daughter’s fragile innocence. But Hyemi already knew more than Nayeon would ever want her too.

“I am.” Nayeon sighed, exhaling sharply as the world flew past her. “But it doesn't concern you okay Hye? You did nothing wrong.” Hyemi nodded, closing her book and glancing out the window.

No more words were exchanged in the train car.

Nayeon had known Yoo Jeongyeon for what felt like her entire life. They didn't actually meet until college, but the way that Jeongyeon so seamlessly integrated herself into Nayeon’s life made it feel like they had been friends forever.

Jeongyeon was never a super emotional person. She was strong, and stoic, and was always a silent presence when Nayeon needed it. She was protective and reliable and Nayeon didn't know where her life would be without her. But, despite this, Nayeon could count on one hand the number of times they had hugged each other. Hugs, and physical touch in general, weren't Jeongyeon’s thing. If Nayeon was upset, Jeongyeon was the type to hunt down whoever or whatever made her sad. She was the problem solver, the logical one who always found solutions to Nayeon’s problems when she herself couldn't. But Nayeon knew there was no way Jeongyeon could solve her current problem.

So she doesn't try. Instead, the first thing she does when she sees Nayeon is wrap her arms around her, kiss her forehead, and whisper an “I’m sorry.” Nayeon feels herself thrown for a loop with the unexpected behavior.

“Hi Jeongie.” Jeongyeon didn't pull away from Nayeon until she head Sana, and Nayeon watched as she proceeded to give Sana the same treatment.

“Auntie Jeongyeon!” Hyemi interrupted their quiet moment with her loud screams, a grin on her face as she tackles Jeongyeon in a hug.

“Hey Hyemi!” Jeongyeon smiled. “Oh, and hello Miss Nico.” Nico had run to Sana, shyly hiding behind her mother as Jeongyeon grinned at her.

“Nico, can you say hi?” Sana gently laid a hand on Nico’s back, coaxing her out as softly as possible. Nayeon had heard Nico had gotten really shy during her hospital stay. She had no idea it was that bad.

“Hi.” Nico muttered, clinging to Sana for dear life. Jeongyeon didn't seem offended, instead she ruffled Hyemi’s hair and commented on how much bigger she had gotten.

Hyemi steals Jeongyeon’s attention as they walk to the car. Sana’s sole focus seems to be her timid daughter, and Nayeon is left lugging more luggage than she thought was possible.

Hyemi’s excitement fades quickly.

“And there’s where you will be going to school, Hyemi.” Jeongyeon had commented as they whizzed past an old looking school building. Hyemi’s face immediately scrunched up at the comment.

“I don't want to go to school there.” Hyemi pouted. Nayeon sighed, knowing what was about to come. “I already have a school.”

“Hyemi, I’m sorry kiddo, but you're going to school, okay?” Hyemi grumbled in response.

“All my friends are at my old school mommy.” Hyemi pouted. “I don't want to go there.”

“You can make some new friends, sunshine.” Nayeon offered.

“I don't want to.”

“Hyemi-ah my nephew goes to school there.” Nayeon couldn't be more thankful to Jeongyeon for joining the conversation. “You can meet him later, then you will have a friend there.” Hyemi falls silent, looking out the window.

When they finally arrive at their new home, it all finally sinks in. Nayeon had really left Seoul. She was really here, in the countryside with Hyemi and Sana and Nico. To stay. The thought made her beyond anxious.

“It's big.” Hyemi commented as she looked around their new front yard.

“It's not all ours.” Nayeon muttered.

“See that over there?” Jeongyeon pointed to the lines of crops to the left of the house. “That's a farm my family owns.”

“So what do you grow?”

“All kinds of stuff.” Jeongyeon giggled. “Vegetables, fruit, lots of variety.”

“I don't like vegetables.” Hyemi complained.

“You will when you taste mine. They are so much better than anything you could eat in the city.” Jeongyeon laughed, unlocking the front door. The house was old, and looked like it hadn't been used in years. It was in need of a serious cleaning, and Nayeon already felt a bit overwhelmed with the task.

“It's cute.” Sana smiled at Jeongyeon.

“I know it's a bit messy, but I tried to put all the stuff you sent in here.” Jeongyeon gestured to the mess of boxes. “Sorry about the decor.”

“It's okay.” Sana giggled. “I’m getting some stuff shipped from Seoul. In the meantime, it looks like we have everything we need.”

“I checked to make sure all the water is working and washed all the sheets and stuff. I know it's still a little dusty, but it's not dangerous or anything.” Jeongyeon glanced at Nico, who seemed to be hiding in Sana’s arms.

“Thanks Jeongyeon.” Nayeon let out as genuine of a smile as she could. If it looked fake, Jeongyeon didn't comment on it.

“Of course Unnie.” Jeongyeon nodded. “I have to go to an appointment, but I’ll come back when I’m done to help clean.”

“You don’t have to Jeongyeon.” Sana nodded, putting Nico down slowly. “We can take care of it, thank you so much already for everything you have done for us.”

“Nah, don’t worry about it. Nayeon has never seen a duster before in her life, trust me when I say you need me.” Jeongyeon giggled as Nayeon playfully shoved her arm.

“Jerk.” Nayeon pouted.

“Anyway, I’ll be back around 4? My sister wanted you guys to come to the main house for dinner, so we can walk over together.” Jeongyeon nodded. “See you guys in a bit?”

“Sure, thank you Jeongyeon.” Nayeon waved to her friend as Jeongyeon left.

Nayeon took one long look around what was supposed to be the living room. It was covered in dust and the furniture looked like it hadn’t been updated in decades. The windows looked like they barely opened anymore and the floors were creaky as Nayeon carefully made her way around the mountains of boxes. It wasn’t perfect, far from it, but it was home. Nayeon couldn’t help the rush of emotions that flowed through her at the realization.

Sana didn’t expect their plans to work out. Sure, she agreed with Nayeon getting out of Seoul, at least temporarily, would be a great idea. But, she didn’t actually think her daughter’s doctors would ever agree to it.

Sana was more than a bit surprised when Nico’s doctor approached her to say that Momo had agreed to the stem cell treatment. Momo herself hadn’t said anything to Sana (though that was probably for the best, all things considered), but Sana was just happy Momo had come around. There was a lot of prep work involved in the procedure, and they were warned finding a matching donor could be a lengthy process, so it was questionable when, or if, she could get the surgery. When Sana asked if she could take her daughter to the countryside with her, she was surprised to hear that the doctor thought it was a good idea. She had told Sana that it was probably for the best that Nico relaxes as much as possible before the procedure, and that she would benefit from being away from the smog and germs of Seoul. She had even agreed that if Nico kept up with regular doctor visits, and her pain wasn’t too bad, she could stay at home. Sana was elated at the idea of having her daughter back home with her, and after some coordination with Nayeon and Jeongyeon, they had found a specialist for Nico to see in their new town.

Sana was surprised it had all worked out so well. She was fully prepared for the very real possibility of having to pick between leaving the place that had broken her or staying with the only thing keeping her from losing her mind. She was happy she could have both.

Nico had been given new medicine to help manage her pain, and Sana was so happy that it seemed to be working. Nico didn't deserve the pain that came with her condition.

“Mommy?” Sana stopped what she was doing when she heard her daughter’s voice.

“What’s up Nico-chan?” Sana asked, carefulling climbing off the ladder she was on to properly face her daughter.

“Hurts.” Nico whined, sitting down on the floor.

“What hurts?”

“My knees.”

“I’m sorry baby.” Joint pain was common with Nico’s condition, and even with her improvement she would get occasional aches. “Why don’t I take you up to lay down?” Sana put the duster she was holding down to offer Nico one of her hands. Nico whined and curled up in a ball on the floor.

“Hurts too much to stand.” Nico pouted.

“Here.” Sana bent down and picked her daughter up. “Better?”

“Mm.” Nico buried her face in Sana’s shirt.

“Oh no, did I lose a helper already?” Nayeon giggled from where she was scrubbing the floors. They had been able to put Hyemi to work cleaning with the promise of fried chicken for dinner, and while Nico had tried to help as well, there wasn’t much a four and a half year old could do.

“I’m going to take her up to lay down. She’s having some joint pain.” Sana explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry Nico.” Nico just curled closer to Sana.

“The girls room is the first one up the stairs, right?” Sana asked.

“Uh-hum.” Nayeon hummed, getting back to work as Hyemi “unpacked” various boxes. Most of her unpacking consisted of throwing things into piles on the floors, but it was better than nothing.

Sana carefully ascended the creepy stairs, trying to keep Nico as still in her arms as possible.

“Mommy?”

“Hm?”

“I like it here.” Nico muttered.

“We’ve only been here for a few hours.” Sana giggled.

“It's nice. It's not scary.” Sana felt her heart ache a little bit at the admission. The thought of the countless nights Nico had spent in a lifeless hospital room with loud machines all alone made Sana feel like her daughter had needed to escape just as much as she did.

“That's good.” Sana kissed Nico's forehead. “I hope you never have to go back to that scary place ever again.” But Sana knew that was wishful thinking.

“Wow, it's surprisingly clean in here.” Nayeon rolled her eyes as Jeongyeon entered the house.

“No thanks to you.”

“Hey, I let you live in my guesthouse out of the goodness of my own heart, I dragged your shi-your crap-”

“Still not a word you should be saying around the kid Yoo.”

“In here for free! Yeah and it was so heavy. I deserve compensation.”

“I’ll buy you pizza.”

“I’ll hold you to that Nayeon.” Jeongyeon laughed as she picked up Sana’s abandoned duster. “Where’s Sana?”

“With Nico. She was having some pain.” Nayeon hummed.

“Oh. Do you think she will feel well enough for dinner?”

“Good question, ask Sana.” Nayeon muttered as she reached into a crevice.

“Mommy my arms are tired.” Hyemi whined, slumping down in the middle of her pile of unpacked stuff.

“Why don’t we take a break?”

“You haven’t done anything.” Nayeon rolled her eyes.

“Well, my sister and her wife should be home, and they wanted to meet you guys, and there’s no time like the present right?”

“Well…”

Please mom? Pretty please?”

“Fine.” Nayeon sighed. “I’ll go get Sana.”

“Yay!” Nayeon rolled her eyes as she went up the stairs. She was surprised to find it less dusty than the downstairs, it made the entire task of cleaning feel less daunting. She finds Sana curled up with Nico in the lower bunk of a bunk bed. Nico had a pair of headphones on, her attention captured by Sana’s phone.

“Mm… Sorry Nayeon Unnie, I think I lost track of time.” Sana giggled when she noticed Nayeon. Nico was sprawled across Sana’s lap, Sana’s hand gently combing through her hair.

“It’s okay.” Nayeon nodded. “It’s clean in here.”

“I know. Wish I could take credit.” Sana giggled. “It was already nice and clean in here when I got here. I think Jeongyeon cleaned it for Nico.”

“I think you're right. The furniture in here seems newer too.”

“I was going to ask her about it. Nico was really excited when she saw the bunk beds,” Sana giggled. “Hope Hyemi is okay with the top bunk.”

“She will be thrilled.” Nayeon laughed. “It will lessen the blow of me telling her she’s sharing a room.”

“You still haven’t told her?”

“To be fair, whenever you or I have mentioned it she hasn’t been paying attention.” Nayeon shrugged. “Anyway, Jeong wants us to go meet her sister. We’ll probably get some dinner while we are out. Are you two going to come?”

“Let me check.” Sana gently tapped Nico’s shoulder, moving the headphones off her daughter’s ears. “How are you feeling sweetie?”

“A little better.” Nico answered.

“We were going to meet Aunt Jeongyeon’s sister and get some food, do you think you would be okay if we come?”

“Okay.” Nico nodded, taking her headphones off and handing Sana her phone back. She immediately held her arms out to be picked up. Sana giggled and complied, kissing Nico’s forehead as she pocketed her phone.

“You're so cute.” Sana muttered. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too mommy.” Nico smiled, giving Sana a kiss on the cheek in return.

“So adorable. You're so perfect Nico-chan.” Sana looked up from the little scene to see Nayeon staring at them with a smile.”What?”

“I’m just happy your home, Nico.” Nayeon smiled.

“Me too.”

Nayeon sighed as she picked at her nails. It was her nervous habit of her’s, one she had thought she had given up years ago, but she had a lot of reason to be anxious lately.

“Nayeon, Sana, this is my sister Chaeyoung and her wife, Tzuyu.” Nayeon noticed the way Nico curled in on Sana.

“Hey, it’s nice to finally meet you!” Jeongyeon had told her about Chaeyoung before, a lot actually, but Nayeon had never actually met her friend’s sister. She was surprised how short she was.

“Yeah, it’s nice to meet you too.” Nayeon muttered.

“Hi, I’m Sana! This little shy thing is my daughter, Nico.” Sana giggled.

“I’m Hyemi!” Hyemi blurted out.

“Hi Hyemi.” Chaeyoung bent down to Hyemi’s height. “My son should be coming down in a second, you two will be going to school together.” Hyemi got quiet at the comment. Nayeon sighed, she knew her daughter was still going to be upset about their earlier conversation.

“How old are you Hyemi?” Chaeyoung’s wife joined in on the conversation. Nayeon could tell they had both picked up on her daughter’s hesitance.

“I’m seven, but I’ll be eight in August.” Hyemi grinned, but it quickly melted into a frown. Nayeon’s heart broke when Hyemi looked like she was about to cry.

“Mom!” The conversation was interrupted by a boy’s voice. Nayeon laid a comforting hand on Hyemi’s shoulder, trying her best to reassure her daughter. She had an idea of what brought on the sudden sadness.

“There he is now, this is my son Seojun.” A little boy, no older than nine came bounding down the stairs. Nayeon’s first thought was that he looked too old to be the young looking woman in front of her son.

“Hyemi, this is Seojun.” Chaeyoung introduced.

“Hi.” Seojun muttered, instantly attaching himself to Chaeyoung’s side.

“Hi.” Hyemi sniffled, forcing her tears back as she addressed the little boy. “I’m Hyemi.”

“Seojun.”

“You two are going to be in the same grade at school.” Jeongyeon told the two. “Seojun I hope you will look out for Hyemi as she gets accustomed to the new school.”

“Okay.” Seojun nodded. “Mom?”

“What’s up?”

“What are we having for dinner?”

“We were thinking of getting some pizza from that place down the street-”

“Daeun’s?!”

“Yup.” Chaeyoung smiled. “And you can order whatever you want. Aunt Jeongyeon is paying.”

“What?” Jeongyeon whined.

“You owe me.” Chaeyoung giggled.

“Well Nayeon Unnie owes me, so Nayeon Unnie is paying.” Jeongyeon asserted.

“Fine, fine.” Nayeon rolled her eyes.

“Hear that Seojun? Hyemi? Order whatever you want.”

“Shut up Yoo.” Nayeon had a smile on her face as she said it.

“So you're from the city?” Hyemi nodded as she watched Seojun play galaga. Their parents had given them some money when they got the restaurant. Hyemi had already had her turn, but it didn't last very long. She wasn’t very good at video games.

“Uh-hum.” Hyemi nodded.

“What’s it like?” Seojun asked.

“It’s…” Hyemi trailed off. “It’s loud. People are always loud, the trains are super loud. And there's stuff everywhere. People, buildings, trash. It doesn't seem like there's any of that here. Plus, the air feels different.”

“Different?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but out here, breathing feels a little easier.” Hyemi shrugged.

“I’ve been here my whole life.” Seojun commented, aggressively pressing the button on the game. “I hate it here. It's so boring. I’ve always wanted to go to the city. My mom lives there.”

“What are you talking about? Your mom lives here, with Aunt Jeongyeon right?”

“My real mom.” Seojun and Byemi both watched as his ship was shot for the final time, pixelated explosions filling the screen . “The person you met is technically my aunt.”

“That sounds confusing.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, if you have another mom that's not your mom or mama, what do you call her?”

“I don’t call her anything.” Seojun shrugged, moving so Hyemi could have a turn at the game.”I haven’t seen her in years.”

“Oh.” Hyemi slid another coin into the game, starting it up.

“Why did you move here anyway?” Seojun leaned against the game next to Galaga as Hyemi started shooting at the monsters.

“I…” Hyemi trailed off. Tears started to blur her vision, her hands started to shake as her thoughts ran rampant. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“What? Come on, you can tell me. We’re supposed to be friends, right?”

“I-”

“Kids! Food!” Hyemi happily abandoned her game at her mother’s voice. She quickly ran back to the table her parents were at, taking her seat next to Nico.

“Hyemi Unnie!”

“What?” Hyemi had always liked Nico. She was cute, and she didn’t mind when Hyemi dressed her up like one of her dolls. But lately, they hadn’t seen much of each other.

“Your back.” Nico explained.

“Yeah? What about it?” Hyemi asked, taking a bite of the Hawaiian pizza in front of her.

“You came back this time.” Nico nodded, turning her attention to her own pizza, leaving Hyemi to decipher whatever the younger girl had said.

The exhaustion didn't hit Nayeon until she was home. All she was able to do was kiss her daughter good night, inch up the creaky stairs, and collapse into her new bed. She was thankful Jeongyeon had washed the sheets, she truly didn't know what she would have done if they weren’t clean and ready for her to go to bed in.

“Mom?” Nayeon slowly sat up when she heard her daughter. Hyemi was standing at the doorway in her pajamas, her favorite stuffed rabbit in her arms.

“What's up sunshine?” Hyemi had been able to put herself to bed for almost a year now, and while Nayeon still tried to perform bedtime with her daughter most nights, she simply did not have enough energy.

“When can I see mama again?” Nayeon felt her entire body freeze at the question.

“Soon.” Nayeon didn't want to tell Hyemi she had no idea.

“Okay.” Hyemi nodded, crawling into Nayeon’s bed and cuddling up to Nayeon’s side. “You look like you are going to cry mommy.”

“I-”

“It's okay to cry mommy.” Hyemi nodded, putting a small hand on Nayeon’s cheek. She was trying to emulate what Nayeon did to Jihyo whenever her wife was upset, Nayeon quickly realized. Bile forced its way up her throat at the realization. “Mama said adults get sad sometimes too.”

“Hyemi…” Nayeon couldn't stop the tear that drilled down her cheek. “I love you so much baby.”

“I love you too mommy.”

The “I’m sorry” dies in Nayeon’s throat as Hyemi wraps her arms around her.

Nayeon knows the only thing she can do now is cry. And that only makes her cry harder.

#twice #minatozaki sana #im nayeon

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atomiciva · 10 months

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Hi hi!! Just so say in advance but for some reason i cant write questionmarks so ive just put them in brackets of where they go lmao. I wanted to shoot you a message and so I hope you dont mind but I was wondering what sort of portfolio you submitted to be able to work on Unicorn Warriors Eternal, I currently am an animator who has been struggling on getting a 2d animation job for a few years now and I was wondering if you would have any advice for someone who feels like they are struggling to get into the industry (Questionmark) Your animation for the show is amazing and I love the little bit of fanart that you made of melinda and edred too!! Once again, sorry if this is a bother but I figured that I would atleast try to ask :)

Heya! No worries at all!

I still feel super lucky honestly and I've only ever been at this one studio so far, so I don't know how helpful this is gonna be but I'll give it my best shot haha

This was my old showreel straight from the end of university which I had on my portfolio site when I applied:

https://youtu.be/42ubnrPGx2Y

I was lucky in the fact that the main thing I enjoyed doing during uni was animation clean-up in TVPaint, aaaand then I saw the job listing looking for... animation clean-up in TVPaint! I'm still not the best at rough animation, but as you can see my reel had lots and lots of clean-up examples, and that was exactly what Studio Zmei was looking for.

So, first tip: Focus your showreel on what you want to get a job for! If you're applying for rough traditional animation, show your roughs vs the final thing, or a clean-up heavy reel like mine if you wanna do clean-up, or a reel just for ToonBoom rigged animation if that's what you're applying for.

Second? Tip? Look for more obscure studios, or ask around your local studios (if you have any) if they offer internships or even junior level jobs? Studios are often really biased towards local people, and I was lucky that Zmei just happened to be situated in my home city. We often get interns not from any listings but just from people showing interest in an email. But I also know that's a bit unusual and a lot of studios are more closed off?? And going back to the more obscure studios part: The more well known a studio is, the more insane the competition to get a spot is, hence why usually it's not so much your portfolio's fault rather than the huge influx of candidates. This is where looking at general animation job listings sites can help a lot, and I even found Zmei's listing here in the first place:

https://animatedjobs.com/

aaand there's one for games too: https://gamejobs.work/

Lots of studios use these and they also have twitter/instagram pages to keep you updated as well. If a job is listed as remote, go for it! A lot of smaller studios that handle outsource animation are often starved for animators. (a lot of those do 2D rigged animation in ToonBoom or Adobe too, so it's def worth making a fresh reel for that if it's up your alley) Following a lot of studios on social media and especially LinkedIn helps too, as some of them post listings there exclusively.

And, third tip - there's no shame in starting small. I constantly get spammed by studios looking for mobile game animators or educational video animators on LinkedIn. Sure not all of those are gonna be worth looking into, but a lot of my friends started off like that. Every little bit of experience counts and builds up your CV. It's really hard to jump straight into being a rough animator, or a designer, or a storyboarder. Even my role of doing clean-up is considered more junior, and we had lots of people who did only coloring and shading too. And the more entry level version of a storyboard artist would be a storyboard revisionist. Everyone starts somewhere!

Other things like putting a direct link or linktree to your portfolio site or showreel easily accessible on all of your social medias could also help, as recruiters often have no time to dig for that stuff. (altho I'll be honest I've only ever been approached once (1) by a local studio on just instagram, so that's a really rare occurrence. still helps to be prepared though!)

I hope this was somewhat helpful haha. Good luck!!!

#asks

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showfallmediaarchivist · 7 months

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[Transcript begin.]

[Warning: Transcript has descriptions of blood, violence and possible body damage. Read at own risk.]

[The first recorded sound is humming. A light, gentle tone, with a more masculine hue. The tune pauses, as a door is opened.]

Editor: Oh hello! Who are you?

?: A friend. Are you still in the closet?

[Voice recognised: The Archivist.]

Editor: Yes… Duh are you stupid? i'm guessing you're the person sent to get me out?

A: Same person you spoke to, and I had to make sure just in case.

[There are footsteps, that sound faintly wet, like stepping in a puddle if it was thicker, More pungent, and everywhere.]

Editor: Oh you must be the archivist then! Have you joined the PR department orrrrr?

A: No. I haven't! They're not exactly my style, you see! Right. Please stand away from the door!

Editor: Hm? ok! I'm standing back! I don't see why you could just knock the door on me!

A: I'm not aiming to hurt you, I'm here to help.

[There's sounds of banging, and splintering hollow wood close to the microphone.]

Editor: OH SHIT! Hey you actually got the door open!

[The editor coughs as the sound of them trying to stand up is heard, before the sound of them jumping up.]

A: Right! I've been asked to remotely fix your mask, instructions from Hetch themself! Stand still, will you?

Editor: Why would I trust the idiot who helped marvin?

A: I've been fixed since then! Stupid to help that rebel, hurting and destroying our shows!

Editor: And all your talk of "Mari i see you" "Mari i'm gonna help you"... I'm not stupid archivist.

A: oh! Those were sent Beforehand, Editor! Honestly, my mask was being incredibly messed with, those people hadn't a clue what they did!

Editor: I see…

[The sound of Editor messing with glass can be heard, as well as continued coughing.]

Editor: Well then… I suppose there's no problem!

A: Amazing! I'll get started then, shall I?

Editor: Go ahead :)

[A sound of shoes moving is heard, Archivist turning around to grab something from his bag.]

Editor: Y'know? Archivist… You are really dumb to trust me! of all people.

[The sound of running before the sickening sound of glass being stabbed into the Archivist body, The glass can be heard hitting the ground.]

[The Archivist yelps at first, but it slowly devolves into a mechanical-tinged growl.]

Editor: What the hell?

[The Archivist doesn't respond, and footsteps that are slow to begin with are heard.]

Editor: Ha! You really are the monster everyone made you out to be!

[Editor laughs, but can still be heard walking backwards glass breaking beneath their footsteps.]

[One pair of footsteps lunge forward, a crack of metal being captured, along with the electrical sparking of wires]

Editor: FUCKING HELL!

[The mechanical growl is repeated, louder this time, as a swipe is heard.]

[Editor shouts in pain, their hands heard on the floor as well as objects moving on the tile.]

Editor: GET THE FUCK OFF!

A(?): WAKE. UP.

Editor: I AM AWAKE YOU IDIOT I'M AN EDITOR FOR SHOWFALL MEDIA HOW MUCH MORE AWAKE CAN I BE!

[Another noise of splitting metal is heard, incredibly close to the microphone.]

Editor: SO GET THE HELL OFF AND GO BACK TO YOUR DUMB BUNKER!

[The creature growls, clicking at the Editor]

Editor: YOU WON'T KILL ME ARCHIVIST! SO JUST GO DIE IN THAT HOLE! YOU COULDN'T HELP ANYONE SO WHY WASTE TIM-

[They stop their own sentence, their voice changing tone to scared and quiet.]

?: pl- please… help me.

[The Creature moves, taking some of the sparking wires off of the mask with him. It sounds gentler than before, almost being careful.]

A: ..Mari?

?: who the hell are you! where am i!

[The person can be heard scurrying into a corner, crying.]

A: I'm, sorry. This..isn't a good look for a first impression. I'm The Archivist, a friend of-...well. a friend. I got the mask to break.

?: i do- don't remember my own name! what i looked like! t… this damn thing still burns.

A: You post on this blog..it has your name in the title. I can get you some metal for a reflection?.. the mask obscures a bit of it, but..

[The person is still sobbing, this time accompanied with the sound of scratching at metal.]

?: WHY WON'T THIS COME OFF!

A: BE CAREFUL. I'm not sure if it's the same as mine, but there may be things keeping it there. Can I come closer to take a look?

?: NO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! YOU… YOU TRIED TO RIP MY DAMN FACE OFF OR SOMETHING!

A: you see the mask yourself! They contort your perception of everything- you stabbed me in the back with a fucking shard of glass!

?: why is there bl- BLOOD EVERYWHERE! DID YOU FUCKING KILL THESE PEOPLE!

A: NO. I DON'T KILL PEOPLE! IT WAS LIKE THIS WHEN I GOT HERE, EVERYTIME THERE'S JUST MORE!

[The person starts sobbing, as well as screaming in pain.]

?: IT FUCKING BURNS… SON OF A BITCH

A: Let me help! I can get the wires off! They're burning you!

?: I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!... i… i don't tr- trust you! i… I don't even know you!

A:...is there anything I can do to have you trust me? I don't want to hurt you.

?: If y- your right! and i have lost my memories… um… What's something you know about me that would make me trust you… wait that's a dumb question. BECAUSE YOU DON'T KNOW ME!

A: I DO. MAYBE NOT AS PERSONALLY, BUT WE SPOKE QUITE A FEW TIMES! YOUR DAD IS A PRICK, YOU HAVE A LITTLE SIBLING, YOU WERE MAKING AN ARG ORIGINALLY IN LOSTFIELD. YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND, NAMED SARAH.

?: I DON'T REMEMBER ANY OF THAT!... just… please… i- If you don't want to hurt me… then go! go away.

A: I-I can't. It's too dangerous for an unmasked person on their own, especially newly unmasked..

?: s- so i just HAVE to tr- trust you! or i die? that's what your saying.

A: I-i know it isn't ideal, I'm really sorry! I got, this scar from being alone when unmasked for the first time. It is life or death here.

[The sound of fabric moving is heard, akin to rolling a sleeve]

?: je- jesus…

A: That's not the worst of them. It's just the first.

?: i- fu- fucking hell…

[Paper can be heard, being dragged along the tile. The person's sobbing getting weaker.]

A: Stay awake, Mari, okay? I'll get you somewhere safe, I promise.

?: s- sorry…

[The person passes out, their head hitting the floor.]

A: SHIT. FUCK- FUCK- FUCK-

[The sound of footsteps can be heard, towards the phone, as well as the flutter of paper.]

A: What the….oh. this is the..ah. i see. Did they..want this?

[The crunch of paper is heard, being gently folded and placed near the microphone.]

A: I'll bring that, just in case.. okay. I need to get them back in the safe room.

[The person can be heard humming, the song is recognized as "Goodbye so soon" from "the great mouse detective"]

A: Right, okay..humming whilst fainting that's interesting.. how did this thing turn on, again?

[Transcript Ends.]

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cainightfics · 1 year

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these anons are so annoying, it also frustrates me because tyrelliot is nowhere near as bad as some ships that came from this show (like people who shipped elliot and mr robot) and yet some self righteous people compare the two like it's even remotely the same thing. sorry to mention that people who shipped elliot and mr robot even existed but god I really don't understand why people conflate it with tyrelliot. mr robot is the alter that elliot developed because of his sexual abuse growing up, and tyrell is an evil guy who was in love with him. I wish people would direct their attention elsewhere when there are much worse things being written in this fandom. feel free to not share this btw, it's reasonable to not want to make any posts where people might start arguing about mr robot x elliot. just wanted to share my thoughts. TLDR, tyrelliot shouldn't be argued about as being problematic when there are much worse popular ships in this fandom, and your fics are really good

adding more to my message from before sorry; also don't think that I mean anybody deserves harassment, I'm just saying that when there are actual upsetting and distasteful fics about elliot being abused, you of all people definitely don't deserve harassment under the guise of being upset that you write fic about "Elliot and his abuser" when those fics absolutely exist and you do not write them. anyway have a good night

thanks for your input. im pretty much a live and let live sort of person with this, since the internet makes it pretty easy to just block out anything you dont want to see, and i wish other people did the same. i honestly dont think tyrelliot is bad like... AT ALL LMFAO. but i guess some people do, which is fine. i just dont see the point in messaging me about it numerous times a week for over a month lol. thats just so weird and corny to me

but yeah like in the end my issue with this whole thing is that separating ships into morally and objectively "good" vs "bad" leads to this atomization of intent and characterization where 1) the definition of what is "bad" becomes a slippery slope where anything can become "problematic" and 2) it promotes and uplifts pairings or situations where everything is perfect and conflict doesnt exist-- the antithesis of good/interesting writing. like i have literally no interest whatsoever in "good representation" or "wholesome ships" because thats frankly not what i watch tv or read books for lol. it will never be my thing. also i am just SO FUCKING BORED of rating art based off of whether it lives up to someones (very subjective!) ideas of morality. like can we PLEASEEEEE talk about something else

also, i know what that person is trying to do when they call me a proshipper. everybody knows that that word is synonymous with being a pedo these days lmfao, given that thats central to the idea of pro vs anti shipping (besides incest). i think its pretty wild to insinuate im like... aligned with pedophiles in any way given that if you read my fics you would know i have a whole chapter dedicated to tyrell and elliot MURDERING A PEDOPHILE lol.

i could go on and on about how this very lazy way of thinking thats currently dominating fanspaces is the result of neoliberal identity politics, or consumption as morals, or the capitalist drive to increase both social division and profit by making people identify with brands, groups, or media properties. i wont be an annoying marxist rn and get into all that, but ill say im pretty much in agreement with john paul brammer here:

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serving-sizes · 3 years

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why am i suddenly getting recommended a flood of mpreg blogs. it is one of my very few strict no's. [tumblr] please stop that. men with nice juicy tits aren't inherently pregnant, please i am begging you to understand this

#though this begs the question in my head #would an mpreg person be a dilf...?#i don't remotely go here and i am sorry if those post shows up for anyone who does #please know i do not judge you for liking it. you do you #it's just very very much not my thing #and it's giving me anxiety for tumblr to recommend so much out of nowhere

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bisexual-horror-fan · 3 years

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Here’s a challenge, a lot of prompts!

26, 73, 76, 123 and 146

I don’t remember if you do the lost boys, but if not just Poly!ghostface

So glad to see your asks open!!

AYYYY LUKE! Okay so I am so fucking sorry it took this long to get to this one! I loved the prompts you gave and really wanted to do it justice cuz I love ya man. So I do not actually write for the Lost Boys (A tragedy I know, the poly potential is massive but I don’t know em well enough yet I feel-) So we went the Poly!Ghostface route! This is the first thing I am writing with them post TBABTO (I know, I said that OTHER thing would be the first after Two Boys but my asks take precedence to me because they were submitted first.)

This is a real fun one, thanks for asking for this! The wonderful @polyghostfacehours told me about a fantastic AU that @bloodybrahms did! Post that inspired this One-shot found HERE btw, check it out if you haven’t cuz it is God-tier shit which leads to this Poly!Ghostface Camguy AU! I am a big fan of you BB and hope you dig me continuing this fun AU that you came up with. I did this Smutty Snippets style, a bunch of bits of multiple scenes make up the whole thing. Hope you like it too Luke and everyone else get’s a big kick out of it! Let’s get into it!

Also we respect sex workers of all kinds in this house, obvi, and if you don't get out.

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.9K. Poly!Ghostface X AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Use Of ‘Princess’ And ‘Baby’, No Other Explicitly Gendered Terms. They/Them Pronouns. Sex Work. Camshows. Sexting. Masturbation. Exhibitionism. Voyurism. Fingering. Threesomes. Cunnilingus. Blow Jobs. Rough Oral Sex. Anal Sex. Vaginal Sex. Toy Use. Remote Control Vibe. Paddles. Spanking. Dirty Talk. Praise. Semi-Public. Don’t Get Caught. Hold The Moan. Orgasm Denial. Edging. Multiple Orgasms. Mocking. Teasing.

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Third?

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You were staring down at your phone in your hand. You read and re-read the text Stu sent, over and over. Still in disbelief over your luck. Let’s back up just a tiny bit and really go over this. You had been partaking and enjoying cam shows for a while, you enjoyed a lot about them, the interactive aspect, the fact they seemed more like real people, almost attainable, approachable, almost. You stumbled across them by sheer happenstance but man are you ever glad that you had. The two of them had amazing chemistry, were so hot and you couldn’t help watching them more and more often, and all of that was great.

Or it was until you entered your film studies class that new semester to find them both there. The reaction was very obvious and piqued their interest so they wanted to get to know you. They loved you, naturally, and a friendship was started. Thing was with you becoming friends with them you felt kinda weird about still watching their streams and videos so you stopped. Problem with that is you missed all those saucy hints they were throwing out in their streams about wanting a third. Like it got to the point they had to send you a link to part of one of their streams that was so thoroughly explicit there was no room for mistaking or mis-interpretation, they wanted you to be that lucky, lucky third.

Billy had jerked Stu off while dirty talking to him, having him describe their ideal third, and it was you, it was also the hottest thing you had ever fucking seen and you simply HAD to touch yourself. The orgasm was truly something unforgettable, they talked about how they needed someone who could handle them and for them? You would do just about anything, you could handle it, as if you would ever dream of turning them down.

You read that text again. Stu asking if you liked what you saw with those suggestive emojis and uh hell fucking yes you loved what you saw. But how should you respond? The video they sent to tell you how they wanted you was so damn good, you had to try and match that energy. What to do, what to do-

And like a bolt of lightning the idea hit you. It was perfect. You were in bed and you moved your laptop, getting ready to put this little plan of yours into action.

Stu was still in bed, didn’t have class for a while, just lazily messing around on his phone, thinking he should get up soon, start facing the day but then he got a notification, you had replied to his message. He had this goofy smile on his face, figured you would be a flustered mess if how you reacted the first time you saw and recognized them back in that film class was anything to go on. He was excited to see your freak out in response.

But he opened the message and what he saw made his smile fall and his breath catch. Billy had just come out of the bathroom, post shower and came into the bedroom to see Stu sitting up straight in the tangled mess of sheets on the bed, staring intensely at his phone, that made him stop drying his hair and ask, “You alright there, man?” And he jumped, Stu’s head snapped up, like he was so consumed in whatever was on the screen he legitimately did not know Billy had come into the room.

“Billy you gotta see this.” His eyes were wide and he gestured with his hand that wasn’t holding his phone, urging Billy to come see. He seemed really wound up about whatever it was and so Billy threw the towel he had been drying his hair with over his shoulder strode the few steps to the bed, one knee coming down on the bed, throwing an arm around Stu. He seemed to be almost vibrating in excitement as he held the phone up, it looked like a video.

He began to ask “What is th-” and Stu shh’d him. “Just watch.”

He hit play and there you were. Holding the phone up, your face and shoulders in the shot, looked like you were still in bed yourself, “So you wanted to know what I thought of that video you shared...”

You had one hand resting up on the pillow, beside your head and after you had finished speaking that hand moved down, out of frame and the video stayed trained on your face. They watched the shift in your expression, the harsher inhale, the change in your eyes and then they heard it, oh my God-

Were you? Both of them couldn’t take their eyes off you, after a few more seconds of hearing that distinct wet sound there was this sigh of pleasure that you let out and your hand was pulled back up into frame, your fingers were drenched, the evidence of what you had just done was unmistakable. Then those same two wet fingers entered your mouth, you let out this little moan and your tongue rolled between your digits, you sucked blatantly and when your fingers were cleaned you pulled them out, the thick white on your tongue was obvious and then your mouth closed and you swallowed audibly. You had this small self satisfied smirk on your face and you asked in this very playful tone of voice, “Does that answer your question?” and the video ended.

It was less than a minute long. Less than a minute and all they saw was your face and your hand technically, you had only said two sentences and it was one of the hottest things either of them had seen. Billy spoke first, quiet, still staring at the now black phone screen, “Holy fucking shit-” and Stu immedatly spoke up, “That’s what I’m saying!”

Billy wasn’t the easiest to impress but even he was giving it up as he said, “This is good. Stu this is so, so good, they’re-” Stu had dropped his phone and had pulled back a bit, looking at Billy as he said enthusiastically, “A total natural! And they sent it without prompting-like, my fucking God!”

Billy had slipped his arm from around Stu and was sitting on the bed, Stu was still going off, rambling excitedly and Billy looked deep in thought. “-I mean I know this isn’t a guarantee and we have to ask and they might not even say yes but-”

And that is when Billy cut him off, interjecting, “But fucking nothin’ Stu. It’s us. If anyone can convince anyone to do anything, it’s you and me.”

Their excitement was so understandable. I mean you sent your own video to them unprompted and it was unfairly hot and you hadn’t even taken any of your clothes off, hadn’t shown anything, one of the most important things in camming was knowing how to work the camera and you seemed to do it effortlessly, seemed like the camera loved you just as much as they did. The opportunity was golden, no way could they not at the very least try. With their guidance adding you to the mix could elevate what they do from just great to something truly special.

This was going to be so fun for them. So friendship quickly shifted, you went on an actual date and of course it was amazing, the switch to being in a relationship was natural, easy, felt right. They told you how much they loved the video that you sent and that made you feel good, you were happy your confidence paid off, you felt it was the very least you could do after they were so bold and sent their video first.

So it got physical between the three of you quickly. How could it not after everything you had seen them do? They knew how much you were into them and you quickly became just how aware they were into you, I mean you think the video would have been enough but getting a read on how intense their attraction to you was a hell of a lot easier when they both had their hands on you.

It was good. I mean you knew they were good from the streams of course, at least good at making sex on camera look good but no they were just good at it. That first time happened back at your place and fucking heaven above by the end of it you were all three on your too small bed, slick with sweat and out of breath and they felt the same way about having sex with you. The enthusiasm you showed, the sounds you made, how you just went along with it and fit between them, it was so good. And it kept getting better the more you did it, naturally.

The first time you were invited back to their place was exciting and a little nerve wracking. You got the tour, it was a nice two bedroom place, they showed you the living room, the kitchen, the bathroom, they had a balcony and the first bedroom you learned was theirs, the one they slept and actually lived in, seeing it felt very intimate. It looked lived in, showed off pieces of their personalities, it looked much less pristine then the room they cammed in but not in a bad way, it wasn’t overly messy or anything, just like an average bedroom, was very human.

Then they showed you the main event, what you had been dying to see, they showed you the bedroom they had set up as their streaming space and seeing it live and in color was so thrilling. You took in the room, it was well set up,had a color changing light set up with strips of LED’s, minimal decoration, tasteful, which is a little funny when you think about the sole purpose of this room. The bed was absurdly inviting and comfortable looking, Stu was talking about something but you weren’t listening, you were busy thinking about how you had seen them do some of the filthiest things on this bed, in this very room and now you were standing here. Billy was right behind you and slid his arms around you, leaning in he asked, “Want to try it out?”

You wanted nothing more. “Yes.” And that is how you found yourself being turned around and Billy was kissing you, pushing you back until you hit the bed and were pushed back onto it. Billy was on top of you and Stu got onto the bed beside you and started to put his hands on you and fucking hell it was good. You had cum countless times to the sight of them doing things in this room and on this bed and now you got to experience it, be a part of it, literally living out your fantasy.

You had been seeing each other for a few weeks and they had been building up to this, it was the perfect time to ask. You were stripped naked and Stu was kissing your neck, playing with nipples and Billy had two fingers buried inside of you, slowly working in and out of you. Head was swimming already as you were palming Billy’s cock, so ready for him to lose his jeans already and then he spoke up, “Stu and I have been talking about somethin’-”

You let out a small questioning hum, mind a bit too busy with the sensations they were providing to give a proper response, “We think you’d really be into it.” Stu was speaking against your throat and his breath tickled the wet skin of your throat and you suppressed a shiver before saying, “Yeah?”

Billy curled his fingers and it made your head fall back against the pillows with a moan, and he asked, “You like being in this room yeah? Having fun being in this bed?” A nod from you and then almost like a reward for the right answer he was looking for his fingers picked up the pace, Stu was dipping lower, and his tongue rolled over one of your nipples and your breathing picked up.

“God you must have thought of this over a hundred times.” And Stu let out this breathless kind of laugh before chiming in, “Definitely more than that.”

Stu was right, it was, and Billy kept going, “Right, forgive me-” A hard thrust of his fingers that made you want to arch closer into both of them, a louder moan spilling out, “-but there is something else we just keep thinking about.”

He was waiting for a response and so he stopped fingering you, holding knuckle deep inside you and you huffed out a breath. Stu had his mouth closed around one of your nipples and was tugging on your other with one of his hands and you asked, “What do you keep thinking ab-” and he started to finger you again, at the same pace he was before, your sentence broke off with a strangled moan and he said, “We keep thinking about that video you sent.”

Oh my fucking God was this happening? Were they really about to ask this?

You had a feeling this might go this way. Well more than a feeling, you had been furiously masturbating to the thought since you had started actually dating them and they admitted being into your video. Thinking about joining them in their cam shows, about joining in on the utter depravity they got up to, so many people seeing you, how good it would feel and get paid for doing it all with them, my God it sounded too hot to you. They told you as much, told you how hot they thought you were, a total natural and more praise. So when he did ask you didn’t even think, just agreed, moaning your affirmation and they couldn’t have been happier. That night was an amazing one. It was only after you were coming down post fuck that what you had agreed to really hit you.

Post nut clarity was a hell of a thing wasn’t it?

You tried to think of the good and the positives, it helped when you thought of the reality of it actually. That regular old people like you would be seeing you, getting off to you, thinking you were hot and fantasizing about you, wishing they could be in your place between Billy and Stu. It was over breakfast out at a diner that all of you liked the next morning when it was brought up. They told you that of course you should start slow and if you didn’t want to there was no pressure to do anything if you really didn’t want to, it was a massive deal that wasn’t for the faint of heart, they understood if you weren’t up for the challenge.

They chose their words very carefully, and it had just the effect they hoped. You scoffed and told them that you were in fact very up for it. They shared this little look, not super obvious to you but was extremely easy to read to the two of them, and they were quite pleased with themselves, it was almost too easy.

So you had a pretty big exhibitionist kink to go along with your all too apparent voyeurism kink which certainly helped the transition. They knew that you had some lingering nerves, it was one thing to masturbate to an idea, it was a whole other ball game to engage in it. The encouraging praise and dirty talk in your hookups leading up to your first show certainly helped.

They even were nice enough to make sure you saw the reality of what they did before ever bringing you on camera. You got the distinct pleasure of sitting in on one of their shows, in the same room, off camera, and actually being in the room? Hotter than hell. It was hard to have any lingering nerves or doubts when you watched the way Stu choked himself on Billy’s cock while he talked you up to their viewers, talking about how excited they both were to show you off. You sat behind where their camera was set up, hearing what they thought so explicitly was amazing and naturally was such a turn on.

Talked about how hot you were, how good you sounded and that you were sure they were all going to love you, they of course teased all of the filthy things they have planned to do with you. And oh what they planned to do with you, from the way Billy said it, the way that he looked past that webcam right to you, meeting your eyes, his hand on the back of Stu’s head, pushing deeper into his willing mouth, it sounded like they had quite a lot in mind for you. It was almost equal parts frightening as it was arousing. You hadn’t been on camera once and there were plans, plural.

You decided that it was just a touch more hot than it was scary and started to touch yourself as you watched them. It really hit you then. How good this was, how fucking lucky you were and just how into it you were, seeing them live, doing what they have done countless times behind a laptop screen now so close you could reach out and touch them.

And when they commented on that, you being in the room, just outta sight of everyone else in that chat room watching well the tips fucking poured in as they relayed what you were doing. “Two fingers buried in that sweet little cunt-” Billy started and Stu pulled off his cock for a moment to breathlessly add, “-going to fuckin’ town too.” You really were, one hand rubbing your clit and two fingers on your other hand fucking into yourself. "Wish you could all see how good they look."

How hard you came that night is what sold you and them that yes you were ready.

So when a week later you found yourself standing just off screen again in your very carefully chosen outfit, Billy and Stu already on the bed, greeting those loyal fans of theirs and waiting for your cue you didn’t feel that ready. You were too caught up in your thoughts because you heard Stu saying your name and you realized they were both looking at you and fuck you missed your in. You hesitated and that led to Billy saying “Awe, is my little princess getting shy?”

And fucking hell he hadn’t called you that before but it really did something for you. Stu held his hand out and Billy was patting the space on the bed between them and you took a deep breath and finally took that step as you tried to say confidently, “As if.”

So they loved you. Of course they did. You were kind of distracted while it was going on, weren’t looking at the chat but they took care of that while you were preoccupied riding Stu, Billy pressed right behind you, hands on you, helping you move and touching you, roaming everywhere. You were breathing so hard, a strained moan leaving your throat as you ground down and Billy leant in closer, “Do you know how many people are seeing you like this right now?”

His hands trailed up your sides and Stu’s hands were on your hips as he pulled you down hard again, fucking up into you from below. You glanced at the screen and caught the number of people in the room and it made you gasp and clench down so hard on Stu it made him let out this groan and it all kind of became a blur for you after that.

But afterwards, when the sweat had dried and you had come back down to Earth they showed you just what people had been saying and my God if it wasn’t a great confidence boost. Also again the money that came in from your appearance, it was impressive to say the least. They didn’t even have to ask, you were the one who brought it up asking, “So when are we doing this again?”

You knew how hard you got off on being watched now, the orgasms you had made that fact irrefutably clear to you but loving the attention so much was a little newer to you. It was a very welcome surprise. So you became a very regular edition to their shows. You got some fans of your very own, got to know some of the regulars and they got to know you too, some would ask questions and it felt good. You were fully included in this, had developed a bit of a rapport with some of them, small in jokes and you even had some people who had told you that they wished you did some solo shows on your own and you couldn’t deny being a little tempted.

Doing this with three of you was the best, if not a little frustrating sometimes.

“Fuc- would you hurry up already?” You whined and that pulled a laugh from Stu, Billy had been taking his sweet time, taking directions from people tipping in the chat and they were having quite a good time denying your satisfaction. Those two boys of yours were enjoying it immensely too. “C’mon don’t rush the man, he’s enjoying himself.”

Your head was in Stu’s lap while Billy was between your spread thighs and he laid a bite down on your inner thigh and you let out a groan, “I’m dying up here-” And then his tongue was much higher, still not high enough, just shy of where you were craving it and he was looking up at you as he said, “If you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”

You were about to attempt a biting retort but you heard the tip jingle again and what happened next made that response die on your tongue and was replaced with an ample moan.

So far in these shows they had been focusing on you a lot, it was new, hot, exciting and those fans of theirs just kept giving them ideas on what to do with you. But you wanted to try and flip the script once and tried to derail a little, and that did not go well for you. Arms bound behind your back, face down on the bed, underwear ripped down and ass in the air when you heard, “If you act like a little brat, I’m gonna treat you like a little brat.” and before you could say boo to that the paddle came down hard on your ass.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good, even if the people in the cam room didn’t take it easy on you at all, they just egged your boys on too well. It was agony to sit the next day but the tips were ridiculous.

If you had to pick a favorite night it was probably the one where you did what Billy had teased about in that video they sent you. He was on his back, hands on Stu’s hips as he was balls deep in him and there you were, your lips wrapped around the head of Stu’s cock, messy and sloppy blow job, hand and mouth moving in tandem as you sucked while he got fucked at the same time.

Stu sounded every bit the picture perfect image of a debauched and cock drunk mess. Yours and Billy’s name just constantly spilling out of his mouth along with curses and gasping breaths. “Fuck! Shi-right, right there!” Was the most coherent thing he had said in nearly ten minutes.

He could barely hold on let alone string a sentence together and it made you feel good being part of the teasing, made you feel powerful, listening to the strangled moans Stu would let out when you took him as deep as possible as Billy thrusted in all the way.

“Take’s it so well, doesn’t he?” Billy asked and you hummed around Stu’s shaft before pulling him out, spit soaked hand stroking over him as you confirmed, “Almost too well. Makes you wonder why he ever does anything else.”

He opened his mouth to reply but you engulfed his cock once more and the only thing that left Stu’s mouth was another loud moan, head thrown back from the sensation of your hot wet mouth.

The amount of cum when he did finish was too much for you, it was almost too much to hold in your mouth, you of course showed the mess on your tongue to the camera and lost a little in the process but the mess made the visual all the better. That was just the first one because you didn’t let up until Stu was a total wreck with Billy’s cum leaking out of him.

While Stu was sprawled out, trying to regain some composure, you and Billy were talking with the chat, about how fun that was, how hot it was too and you were teasing Stu, laughing a little as you were saying, “And when I got my mouth back on him after that first orgasm? The moan he let out-” and Billy joined you in on your laughing and teasing as you both parroted it back.

It was all in good fun, or so you thought until Stu was sitting up and hauling you over until he was pulling you down to him, “Just for that I’m gonna suck your clit til you go blind.” and just like that you were brought back down a peg and on the receiving end of their teasing. Still hard for you to be mad about that when you were three orgasms deep less than a half hour later. The viewers like it too, clearly which is the main goal anyway. You didn’t even protest when they were the ones mocking what a mess you were even if that was only because you didn’t have the ability to.

Your boys wanted to up the ante. Every stream has been in that little room they have set up but they wanted to do something extra special. You were a bit hesitant on this one but somehow they managed to talk you into it yet again. So that is how we find you. In the college campus library.

At a table set with four chairs on the upper level, very late, no one else around, laptop set up with the camera facing out. You and Stu in frame and Billy watching the chat, you were struggling very hard at the moment. Trying to be as quiet as possible, thankfully with no one around you didn't at least have to attempt to school your expression as well. Just when you think you are getting a handle on it you hear that tell tale jingle and Billy is holding up the remote and you meet his gaze and try to shake your head, eyes pleading. He gives a non-committal and casual shrug, an expression that suggests, "What you gonna do?"

Asshole.

As if he doesn't have any control in the situation. You watched him turn the remote higher and felt that toy in your underwear increasing in intensity. You bit your bottom lip and tried to hold it in, Stu had one arm thrown around your shoulder, he was leaning so close to you, providing support while having the added benefit of making your predicament even worse and enjoying the view at the same time. You had one leg propped up on this chair, knee bent, giving all too clear a view to the remote vibe nestled against your aching clit, you were leaking obscenely onto the chair below. Breathing erratic, holding onto Stu’s forearm, hips squirming, not sure whether to lean into the sensation or get away from it because it felt fantastic but it was getting harder and harder to not cry out.

Stu could see what a predicament you were in as he said to you, “You make a sound and it’s game over, baby.”

The idea of that was too terrible to bear, you knew the only chance you had of cumming tonight was if you did it here in public and on camera. You heard that pinging yet again and Billy had this smile on his face, “Ooo not a bad idea.”

Stu looked to Billy, eyebrows raised, silently asking what he had in mind and Billy told you both, “If they are having such a hard time staying quiet maybe they need something in their mouth.”

“Oh love that idea.” Stu said with a smile and Billy asked, “Wanna do the honors, Stu?”

And then two fingers were being pushed into your mouth as he said, “It’d be my pleasure.” Honestly it was a good call on their part, because without Stu’s fingers in your mouth providing a makeshift gag you definitely would have ended up moaning too loud and got caught. They didn’t help when they said such amazingly filthy things like-"Looks like your brain is leaking out of that pretty cunt of yours.”

“Chair is soaked. You’re cleaning that up yourself, you know that right?”

They just loved to pile on didn’t they?

When you finally did cum, spectacularly, after several edges and so much drool it was spilling down Stu’s wrist and sliding down his arm you were struck with one fact as you were gasping for air.

That thought being it was a funny coincidence that everything that they had suggested and done with you also ended up being your pleasure.

#BHF writing #twinkofthesink #Billy Loomis #Stu Macher #Poly!Ghostface #bloodybrahms #I legit hope you all love this #I put a lotta time love and effort into this one #Nasty #These boys fucking ruin me #Again BIG ups to Sunny for showing me this amazing thing #I love #I would totally do more cam guy AU in the future if you all want it

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cuntess-carmilla · 2 years

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if you weren’t gender essentialist you wouldn’t have “no men” in your bio. And you’re acting like it isn’t tma lesbians who are spearheading these conversations because terfs apply the same shit you’ve said about men to us and your posts about lesbianism get terf engagement bc the verbiage you use is similar to theirs.

It says "unless I followed 1st" aka they can follow, but under a specific set of circumstances, and they can otherwise interact freely. It also says "no whites", do I have to defend myself over that too now? I'm sorry you can't read properly past the first few words of a line, but that's not my fault. Hell, I'd add "no ableds" as well if it wasn't because a lot of disabled people don't even know that they're disabled because FUCK am I done with the ableds.

Not that I owe you an explanation but both boundaries are there because men and white people of all genders in this website have either treated me violently REPEATEDLY SINCE 2011, or allowed their followers to treat me that way. Men have also sexually harassed me here and I'm already a survivor since I was a child, I don't need more of that.

TERFs will twist and apply literally anything to their ideology, even when it's blatantly hostile to them. Have you not seen them try to claim theoretical and literary work that LITERALLY goes out of its way to be trans inclusive at times very explicitly? TERFs are dumb as shit and think their ideology is as natural as "male violence" so everyone not a transfem Must deep down inside agree with them even if they're saying the opposite!

They also reblog posts about femicide no matter how it's handled OR IF IT MENTIONS TRANSFEMICIDES ALONGSIDE THE FEMICIDES OF CIS WOMEN (been done to my posts!), and posts about abortion that treat the subject gender neutrally. They've reblogged my posts on fucking chronic illness as well, much more than a few times, not from me directly as if they were MY followers, but because it showed up on their dashes after many reblogs.

They've reblogged my posts on goth stuff, disability posts that have nothing to do with gender, global south politics that have nothing to do with feminism... Are those posts TERFy too now?

How about my posts where I talk about the inherent fatalism and uselessness of feminism that sees men as inevitably violent, awful or abusive, how that is suicidal feminism and an easy way out for men to yet again escape accountability when they actively choose to side with the patriarchy? Do those not count now because you're bent on projecting your perception of me onto me at all costs and have that held as fact by everyone?

Do I have to show you my selfies with my cis guy friends to convince you I don't think even cis men are inherently the Devil? Do I have to bring up my relationships both platonic and not to the transfems in my life? I really don't want to do that last one because that'd feel cheap as hell, exploitative of those treasured relationships and gross, but God...

I make 99.9% of my posts on lesbianism explicitly trans inclusive of both non-binary sapphics of all sorts and sapphic trans women. Those are posts that usually don't even remotely mention men other than "lesbians don't like men, bi women do but they're still not straight", and TERFs still engage as if I hadn't said any of those things. TERFs will engage with any-fucking-thing like that Gardfield meme going "Huh, wonder who that's for" at a poster of his own face crossed out.

You seem to be under the impression that TERFs like me waaaaay more than they actually do. They don't! Obviously I'm not and will never be targetted by them the way transfems are, but they're not part of my hypothetical fanclub either.

Sometimes they reblog my posts specifically to tell me to fuck off for being a "sellout" or accusing me of being a trans woman myself or of not being a Real Lesbian™ for my past long-term relationship. You probably don't see it in the notes because rather than make a spectacle of my attempts to commit to trans women's liberation, to show how Good™ I am of an ally, I block them on sight and ignore them with veeeeeeery rare exceptions because I don't want my transfem followers exposed to their bullshit. I go out of my way to block them en masse, for hours at a time, whenever one reblogs me too, and I often try to find the last decent person that lead them to me and warn them that a TERF is following them. I block them on sight even when they're TERFs who happen to be chronically ill and who reblog my chronic illness posts, which could be of major positive material impact to their disabled lives, but genuinely fuck them anyway. They can fuck off.

I don't know what else you want from me other than to remove a boundary I set for my safety and peace of mind, one that's not anywhere near as absolute as you (poorly) interpret it to be. If that is what you want, sorry, I'm not gonna do that. I've been harassed and stalked by men too much here for that. It's enough that it happens offline all the time, I'd like to avoid it where I can exert some actual control for once.

That said; I blocked you and I told you I did in the last message you sent me. You still went out of your way to bypass that boundary through a VPN or some other tool of the sort. You've been sending me messages for weeks that were (if I remember correctly) all vague and much more meant to upset me than to actually try to hold me accountable for anything (which is why I didn't engage until now) and I blocked you then too. Please get a fucking life. This isn't good or healthy for you.

While you work on getting yourself a nice hobby, anon will be off indefinitely. Good luck going forward. Sorry to all the nice anons and the anons who came to me for chronic illness related reasons that I used to get.

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wcamino-confessions · 2 years

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this is going to be long. i apologize

hi. for those of you who were active on wa from 2016 into 2020, i'm milqiisworld. before that, cinder or charade. i was heavily involved in the roleplay and adopt side of the community, and was well known for the whole zuby/dory/bitez/whatever user you remember them by- situation. if you search my username (milqiisworld) in this blog you'll see the shit i've said.

i've come back after two years to say i'm sorry. i don't know who is left active in this community from after that, if any, considering the last i checked wa it's fairly dead. i was 13/14 at the time of sending stuff in, and as mentioned in previous asks, met zuby when i was 11/12. (i'm 16 now)

i wanna start this by saying i still whole heartedly believe zuby did not groom me. i cannot account for the other things he did with people in private or public, however. this does not excuse the shit he said to me and other people who were severely underage, though. i was a child who did not know better and was manipulated by an adult to fight his battles for him. i was naive and ignorant and he fueled my aggressiveness and toxicity towards anybody who even remotely disagreed with me. my behaviour was fucking disgusting and unnecessarily rude, and i apologize for it. i know some of the people involved in the situation were just worried for me and other's safeties, and i continuously lashed out against them.

nothing zuby and i had was sexual outside of the context of public jokes. i was an emotionally vunerable child (still technically am) who sexualized themselves due to trauma and sought out adult validation as much as possible. zuby gave me that in the form of no judgement for the shit i said, for the encouragement in my rash behaviour, and in what i considered at the time to be friendship.

i had a friend at the time reach out to me towards the end of the entire situation. if i look for it, i can see the ask they posted with their discord asking for me to talk to them. they pointed out how what zuby was doing and how he was using me was unacceptable, and convinced me to step away from everything. i haven't really talked to this person since, but i have them to thank for pulling me out of that situation.

i also want to thank everyone who showed their concern for me during this entire thing- i know i acted horribly towards you all and you didn't deserve it, and i am truely sorry. warrior's amino as a whole was the first place i actually got to explore myself and who i was as a person, and i still have friends from it who're the greatest people i could've asked for. the community was most certainly not the healthiest for me to be in, given this entire ask and the things i got myself involved in, but i wouldn't trade it for the world. warrior's amino was a huge part of my life for a long time and completely changed the course of everything for me, and i have the people in the community to thank for that.

i'm sorry i treated people here like shit, you guys didn't deserve it and i'm sorry you had to put up with it. i cannot take back the stupid shit and dumb insults i've said, but i want to move past it, and this is the only way i can see how. thank you.

#grooming ment #ask to tag

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ibroughtyoumybullets · 3 years

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You said not to ask so please ignore this if you don't want to explain, but could you elaborate on your March 19th / May 1st theory? thanks!

ahfkafhksfh yeah no problem. its not a theory its just ... brain worms that have taken a specific shape but thats not new this is just the latest form. under a cut because i hate like. getting peoples hopes up over something ive entirely made up

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> i think frank has been like. suspicious lately. i dont know how to explain it beyond that. he’s done a LOT of press-but-not-press in the last month or so. sure, he’s definitely bored and stuck in his house like the rest of us, and he had a new EP come out, and the EP is technically the reason for the press. but it also ... isnt. like the bulk of it has been AFTER the EP came out, and none of it has been wholly focused on the EP. and to me, at least, it feels like, i dont know, easing the band back into public consciousness thru a press circuit without the band ACTUALLY doing a press circuit because MCR been pretty hard and fast about the ‘we dont need or want ur press’ when it comes to the reunion.

> continuing off the last one, in the ... jim ward interview he did, i think? one of the more recent ones, at least - he got asked about his writing process and mentioned working with gerard in present tense. very very likely it meant nothing at all, but also like ... i dont trust him LOL part of me thinks it was on purpose. Im just suspicious of him after the broken clock thing.

> not only did frank mention working with gerard in the present tense, for Months now, but especially during his recent mini press tour, frank has been really vague but consistent in talking about working with people on music remotely. id have to go looking for it and i dont feel like it, but it’s been something along the lines of ‘working with new people And people you know’. suspitcheous.

> ONTO GERARD. Gerard like never uses social media. but then a couple days ago he pops up to mention franks EP (which is sweet) and makes sure to sign it so its like, obviously not something his social media manager wrote up for him. and in that post he mentions being down in the lab. and LORD KNOWS WHAT THE FUCK THAT MEANS besides the fact that he’s working on something. but hey, its gerard, when isnt he.

> But Gerard’s also doing that charity stream on the 2nd. and we havent seen gerard in MONTHS. since august, maybe? and he’s not just speaking, hes PERFORMING. besides the shrine show, the last time he performed was for the muppet charity thing with ray in 2016, and before that, it was the last hes alien leg in 2015. None of us even expected him to perform when it got announced - it had to be confirmed by the event organizers. and that just ... pings something in my brain, same as franks little press tour. It’s gerard emerging from his cave, Being A Musician, you know?

> SPEAKING of the last time we saw gerard, he teased us back in the summer by mentioning that he has something he’s been working on thats not comic book related that he cant talk about. maybe its a fucking line of hot sauces or a tripp collaboration.

> Or maybe its music.

> this is where we depart from reality a little bit more:

> this has been trotted out again and again on here as a talking point, and i dither between agreeing with it or not, but: MCR spent two years planning their return. they had a plan, for whatever the fuck was supposed to happen - even if all that was supposed to happen was the tour.

> and their plan got pissed on, doused in gasoline, set on fire, extinguished, and thrown into the mouth of a lion. But They Had A Plan. And theyve been fucking radio silent except the hipdot collab, and before that, rescheduling shows. I ASSUME their almost-year of silence has been them, in part, reformulating their plan. Changing whatever it was going to be to fit the new timeline, or making a back up plan in case things get worse.

> But the original plan had them all free - as far as we know - after november of 2020. so they wouldnt have had active MCR stuff happening for the national anthem comic book release, the electric century album + comic release, the you look like death tua comic release. But those things still happened, because they didnt require having to be in the real world where the plague is.

> so, what the worms hinge on, is that whatever the New Plan Is, Whatever They Are Doing Now, it involves waiting until all their obligations and projects that SHOULDNT have interfered with MCR stuff - but had to the potential to because of covid - ended.

> and thats now. thats the next couple weeks. you look like death just finished up, mikeys album and comic are out, and national anthem finishes up in like a week in a half.

> and then theres nothing (that we know of) until the rescheduled shows happen, or *knocks thrice on wood* they have to reschedule again.

> and this is where we really enter crazy town:

> so i was thinking about all of these things, and the imagery / themeing for the return (what little we got of it) and how a year ago everybody was pulling out the wheel of the year trying to figure out what they would do next, and when.

> and March 20th (i know i said march 19th originally, i’ll get into that) is Ostara.

> if youre not vaguely witchy, its basically a festival for the spring equinox. light and dark are in balance, yadda yadda yadda. and i could go into full on insane depth about the black and white aspects of the return, the witchiness of an offering + a summoning but i wont. it boils down to: its the closest festival to when all of MCR’s calendars are clear as far as we know, and its almost a year to date of when they had to reschedule the shows.

> and March 19th is a Friday. which is new music release day. Ostara / the equinox are technically on saturday, but its at 5am on saturday morning so ... technicalities.

> so the worms in my brain say new single on march 19th. or Something on march 19th. or 20th. one of those days.

> and the worms in my brain also say MCR are a bunch of cruel little shits, and theyre gonna make us wait before they give us anything substantial.

> so we move to May 1st.

> May 1st is also known as May Day, also known as Beltane. (We’re back to the wheel of the year for this one) Its the halfway point between the spring equinox and the summer solstice. And its a Saturday. which is NOT new music release day - but hey, its close enough.

> may day is also like, similar to halloween / samhain in that the veil is supposed to be thinner on those days, and i think theres a connection the imagery and over-all plan wise between coming back on halloween, and possibly doing something on mayday. i dont think they just came back on halloween as a birthday present to frank.

> so second single on may day, or album? or announcement that theres gonna BE an album? maybe they wont give us a single on ostara but just tease us with something. i dont know. but i think theres something here.

> im aware this was a lot of words and i basically gave you nothing, but i can only give you what the worms give to me.

> sorry for being the way i am. hope this helped.

#Anonymous #asks #anon

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treasure-hwa · 3 years

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sparkling wine and cake

pairing: seonghwa x g.neutral reader

genre: fluff

synopsis: Seonghwa could not ask for a better way of spending new year's eve.

word count: 1755

author's note: is it good, you ask me. It's better than nothing, I answer. I should have posted it on January 1st, but I didn't, so enjoy it now, 14 days into the new year.

Winter felt way colder and sadder when there was not a cozy place full of cheerful people to spend new year’s eve. The place Seonghwa lived in felt emotionless and chilly, even though the heater was on.

He focused on baking the chocolate cake he decided to bake just so he could distract himself from the sting burning on his chest. Not being able to spend new year’s eve with his family was painful and the man cursed his boss for demanding, in the last minute, he worked on December 30th and the afternoon of the first day of the year. Seonghwa had booked a flight to his hometown, but, due to work, he had to call it off, and booking a flight on new year's eve was impossible.

His friends were also already busy, and Seonghwa didn't want to bother them, so, that night, it would be only him, the chocolate cake and maybe a glass of sparkling wine toasted with the wind the moment the clock hit 00:00.

It's how it's gonna be, he thought to himself while cleaning the kitchen's counter, it will be fine, I can video call my parents later. But when you least expect, things happen, don't they?

Around 10:30pm, the doorbell rang, and Seonghwa, without hurry, went to the door, getting a big surprise when he opened it.

— Hey, happy new year.

— Y/N?

— I know, it's not 2021 yet, but whatever. Can I come in? I brought some… snacks. — You showed him a convenience store white plastic bag you had on your hand.

— Sure, come in. What did you bring? — You shared a quick hug before the boy took the bag from you, taking it to the kitchen.

You left your shoes and coat, full of little white dots of snow, on the specific places and came into the house, sighing when the warm air welcomed you.

— Sparkling wine, Pringles and chocolate. — You sat on the couch, stretching your legs and your red and green striped sock clad feet.

— Nice. Why are you here? Not trying to be rude, of course — He hurried to correct himself in case you misunderstood him.

— I came here to spend new year's eve with you, Hwa, obviously.

— But why? What about your family? — the man questioned, putting the sparkling wine bottle on the refrigerator and taking out the one he already had, pouring the golden liquid on two glasses.

— Split up. My sister is with her boyfriend, my brother with his friends and mom and dad are with their respective new partners.

— I am sorry, I guess. — Seonghwa came to the living room, sat beside you and handed you the glass, pouting and touching your arm gently with his free hand.

— It's okay. — You smiled and, even though it was kind of a broken one, you seemed content enough, more content when you sipped on the sparkling wine. — At least we are together.

He smiled with the ending words, finally realizing he would start 2021 near someone really important to him.

You and the man met on the train station two years ago. The place was crowded and both were moving to the big city because of great job offers, something they couldn't find in their respective hometowns. Everybody was waiting for cabs and, when one stopped in front of you and you opened the car's door, you saw a breathless guy running towards you.

"Please, let me take this one. I am already so late to meet my new landlord."

"Well, me too, but… we can share the cab, what do you think? I go first, then you go."

He agreed, thanked your gentleness and got into the cab, rearranging his luggage on the available space. Two days later, you met at the local bakery and discovered you lived next to each other. The rest was story.

— Is there cake? Your house smells like cake.

— Yep, I’m just waiting for it to cold down.

A moment of silence.

— What are your plans?

— Watching a movie, eating cake and drinking sparkling wine during the whole night, maybe getting a little drunk. — He shrugged his shoulders. — Sounds good or do you want to do anything else?

— Anything sounds good with you, Hwa.

Maybe Seonghwa had melted and his heart lost a beat. If he was totally honest, he would say he has a crush on you, and what had just been said wasn't exactly healthy for his situation.

Giving a shy smile, he turned the TV on and handed you the remote control to choose something worthy enough of watching during that time of the year. A Christmas themed romcom was just starting, so you decided on watching it, focusing completely. Or it seemed like you were: the man was trying so hard not to wrap his arm around you, who wanted to lay your head on his shoulder so bad.

And why don’t they just do it? Because they do not know the other reciprocates their feelings. Dumb? Yes. What if they get rejected and lose the other’s friendship? It is a no no.

You felt like you were building the courage to rest your body on him, but he got up in the wrong moment, asking if you wanted cake, talking about all the process he went to make it. Externally, you smiled and said “sure”. Mentally, you cursed.

When he came back to the living room, his hands were full with two plates of chocolate cake and a bottle of sparkling wine. After helping him, you were again seated beside each other, trying to fill your minds with something other than the warmth the other was giving away, which was proved incredibly hard for him, since he could not not pay attention on her giggles every time the main couple on the TV did something cute, she kept biting her lips to fight the urge to smile wide, and he did the same because she was so cute while watching romance things — there was a reason why he never got tired of watching k-dramas along with her.

— Hwa… Hwa! — he got out of his own in-love trance after hearing the cause of it calling him. — It’s almost midnight already!

— Is it? What time is it?

— Three minutes to midnight. Come with me.

— What? Where?

You smiled and took his hands. It was now or never. I don’t care if he rejects me, I need him to know my feelings, it’s my new year resolution. You opened the glass door that gave way to the balcony and pushed Seonghwa gently on the side grid.

— Y/N, what are you doing?

— Just wait, okay?

He nodded, hugging you and rubbing your back when he saw you shivering because of the cold. Maybe skinship was not that strong on your relationship, however both of you were okay with it, you kind of wished it would happen often, so every time you touched hands or shared a hug felt like you had ascended to heaven. Your heart felt lighter and you could not help your big smile.

— Too cold? — Seonghwa questioned in a low voice, still rubbing your back with his delicate, big hands. — Should we go back inside.

— A little, but no. I have something to say.

From the TV inside the apartment, you heard a commercial initiating the countdown.

“10, 9, 8…”

You took the man’s hands, holding and caressing them like they were made of crystal. He smiled, not thinking too much of it, just appreciating the physical contact his crush was giving him.

Now or never. Now or never. Now or never!

— I like you, Hwa! Please, accept my feelings.

“7, 6, 5…”

He said nothing, too shocked to form words. Nevertheless, you kept going:

— I’m going to kiss you now. You can push me away if you want.

“4, 3…”

— Would never dare. — He breathed out the three words and cupped your face.

“2, 1… Happy new year!”

You took a step forward, gently tugging on his neck so your lips could meet in the most desired kiss in the past months. Your lips fit his plump and pinkish ones perfectly, as it was meant to be. His mouth tasted sweet, both from the cake and the sparkling wine. His hands held your face fearing it was a dream. Fireworks exploded in the sky, as it did in your stomachs.

However, you broke the kiss to hide your face on Seonghwa’s shoulder, and not knowing what happened, he hugged and asked loud enough to be heard:

— What’s wrong? Did I do something you didn’t like?

— I don’t like fireworks. Too loud!

Without wasting more time, he took you back inside and closed the balcony door. Leaving you on the couch, Seonghwa went to the kitchen and got the other bottle of sparkling wine, opening it without making a mess, and the Pringles and chocolate you had brought. He put those things on top of the center table and filled your glasses, proposing a toast in the name of the new year.

— It brought me love already, so I just want peace, health and success for the world.

— Cheers! — You lifted your glass happily, but got scared by another loud firework.

Chuckling, he sat beside you and finally cuddled your body on his.

— No need to be scared, I’m here to protect you now.

— My hero — you joked, sipping your gold alcoholic drink to hide your nervousness. He kissed me because he likes me too, right? He said he would never dare to push me away, so it is reciprocated, right?

Interrupting your thoughts, Seonghwa pecked your lips, cupping your face and pulling away before you could even notice.

— I didn’t say it outside, but I like you too, and if you want the first change of the year… I can be it for you.

Was it really happening?

— Pinch me first. — Giggling, he pinched and kissed your cheek. — Definitely real. I want it.

— Happy new year, Hwa.

— Happy new year, dear.

And this was how they spent the night: drinking sparkling wine and mixing Pringles, chocolate and cake, stealing quick shy salty and sweet pecks from each other. Finally, two lonely hearts met and began to beat in sync.

- [happy new year] -

#kpop imagines #ateez imagines #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #seonghwa fluff #seonghwa fanfic #ateez x reader #seonghwa x reader #hongjoong #yeosang #yunho #mingi #san #wooyoung #jongho

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trans-cortana · 2 years

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Okay, now that I've finally seen the first episode of the Halo Paramount+ series, I'd like to share my thoughts. Cause, oh boy, do I sure have a lot of thoughts...

SPOILERS AHEAD

Tl;dr: I'm VERY angry about the face reveal, but there was also a lot that I really enjoyed

So I guess I'll begin with some of the things I liked:

Seeing the rebels fleshed out and humanized in a medium other than the books is something that I've wanted to see for a long time, and I think this series is handling them pretty well so far. I do like Kwan Ha, but her and Chief's relationship and growth has been rushed so much in the first episode...

Anyway, another aspect I really appreciated was this show's take on the Covenant. The Elites' armor design isn't really my thing (a lot better than Halo 4 and 5 though), but the Covie weapons and vehicles are great, and my boy Mercy looks and sounds fantastic! Also, sorry to be a sucker for cheap fanservice, but we got a motherfucking "wort wort wort!!!" I really hope to see the Grunts in live action too. And I know a lot of people hate the idea of the Covenant adopting a human into their ranks, but a human would be an extremely useful asset, and I'm not too bothered with the Covenant's morals being slightly different, seeing as it's a different timeline and all (even if that means Sangheili directly kill unarmed civilians now. Very *brutal* of them.)

Speaking of questionable morals, let's talk about the UNSC. I always love seeing them being a little evil and fucked up, but I hope this series can show a bit more of their good side too as it goes on. But as you can probably guess from my blog title, I have a bit of a soft spot for the insurrectionists, so I suppose I don't really mind seeing the UNSC being portrayed as more overtly corrupt this time.

Putting aside my lukewarm feelings on their place in the story, the UNSC's visual design is almost perfect, especially the Spartans. I'm also very glad to see and hear the UNSC weapons brought to life with just as much style as the Covenant's.

And that brings me to my last point before i get to my more negative thoughts: the sound design. The music we've heard hasn't really impressed me so far, but I'm very satisfied with the sound effects, particularly those of the guns. I am not immune to nostalgia bait, so hearing classic Halo sounds again made me very happy.

Ok, this post is going on a lot longer than I anticipated. Thank you for bearing with me. Without further ado, here's some of my more critical opinions:

I'll start with the big one... so I'm okay with the Silver timeline taking some liberties, but this moment in the episode was when my hype immediately turned into disgust. Because even though it doesn't necessarily contradict the lore, it cheaply subverts an iconic, decades-long trait of a pop culture icon without coming remotely close to earning it. If you haven't guessed what I'm talking about, *he* took *his helmet off. With almost no buildup. In the first. Fucking. Episode.

There's no better way to show zero respect for the original source material. It would have been completely fine if Chief took his helmet off and audience never saw his face, that's a classic Halo trope after all (but even then, him showing so much trust to this rebel kid he's barely interacted with over the course of a short space trip is still so fucking stupid.) Hell, even if they briefly revealed his face and then put his helmet back on i would have been a bit less upset. But his face is all over the entire climax of the episode, and the wow factor of seeing the hero of Halo come to life is completely lost. Instead of seeing the most iconic helmet in video game history (and one of the most iconic helmets in sci fi as a whole), I'm just looking at some random man's face.

Since this show seems to take a lot of inspiration from a *certain other popular science fiction series,* maybe it should have taken notes on how they handled their helmeted protagonist's face reveal, because this was NOT the Way. The Mandalorian at least waited until the end of their first season to first let us see Din's face, and the few times he is unmasked are very brief. With that formula, we still associate him with his helmet, and seeing his face brings so much more weight and emotion to those rare moments. But "Halo" has decided to disregard anything interesting they could have done with Chief's face reveal, and now he's just some conventionally attractive man, and the symbol of his stoicism that hides his vulnerability is now an optional accessory. Hope it was worth it.

And since I've spent way too much time picking apart that problem, let me briefly list some of my smaller gripes:

Halsey feels too tame so far. I miss Chief's bitchy evil mom.

It's WAY too early for Chief to go rogue! The reason that was the most hype part of Halo 5 was because we already had the context of that version of him being extremely loyal to the UNSC, and the fact that he loved Cortana enough to potentially ruin the only life he knew to get her back. In the show he's risking everything for an enemy of the state that he just met.

The Elites have the Halo 4/5 problem where they look and act too much like the Brutes, but thankfully to a lesser extent.

Some of the visual effects do look very cheap, but then again some of them look very good

Anyway, that's the end of my long-winded and rambly review. If I had to rate this episode, I'd probably give it a 5.5/10. I'm not going to do huge posts like this for every episode, but I might do another after the season's over and I've had time to digest it all. Thank you very much for reading, and here's hoping that the rest of the series has more to offer!

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bnha 304‼️

(so, in summary, I think Todoroki Shoto is the other vestige on OFA. yep, here we go again)

Deku stans, how are we feeling? finally we got to see our favorite boy and, not less important, the two mysterious vestiges (it was just one panel but still. Progress).

This time we got a more detailed appearance of the vestiges, this could be useful to the theories going around about their identifies.

Now, I'm sure we all agree that one of them is an older version of Bakugou since they both have the same hair, same body build and proportions, not to mention his equipment on his wrists that could be an upgraded version of his grenades.

But in this post I'm going to talk about the second vestige. The most popular theory is that Kirishima is the other vestige, mostly because of the hair and the equipment he's wearing.

The hair itself wasn't really similar but, again, they're presumably an older version in case they are deku's classmates and clearly when you get older you change a lot, including hairstyle. It really isn't enough proof but since the only panels we had of them were literal silhouettes, everything was possible. I even believed it myself, until today.

When I started reading the unofficial translation of the chapter, the moment I saw them, I took a good look at them. Definitely is a more detailed version of them, their hair, clothes, heights.

And that's what make me realize that the second vestige is no other than Todoroki Shoto.

Why? you may ask. Well, let's compare Kirishima with the vestige first.

The most solid proof of being Kirishima was the equipment he wears on his shoulders. But if you take a look at the new panels you can see they're not similar, not even remotely close to an upgraded version.

You can see that Kirishima has his arms far from his body in a "resting instance" since his equipment takes a lot of space between his armpits and his torso that could be seen as an 'uncomfortable position'. It also makes him look buff, if that makes sense lol, but the vestige in the panel doesn't look awkward or very buff.

There's also that mask he uses that covers the back of his head, ears and neck. The fact the he has his chest uncovered, uses black pants and boots. The vestige uses a kind of headband and doesn't use any of the last thing I mentioned. But, again, equipment changes.

There's also the sleeves, the vestige doesn't wear them but it could be an upgrade since he does have short black sleeves.

Now there's just little detail that doesn't convince me at all. The hair. From the silhouette we could see the similarities if Kirishima wore his hair in a ponytail but in the panel of chp 304...

It just looks so soft. And not just that, the type of hair and its form is really different from Kirishima's. He [the vestige] has hair that looks smooth and straight. It seems it's white or light hair.

Meanwhile, Kirishima's hair is red, that looks hard and spiky. And there's the fact that he probably wouldn't change his hairstyle precisely of the reason why he decided to have it that way in the first place. It was a change of image, a new person, new choices and was inspired from his favorite hero Crimson Riot. His characteristic red and spiky hair is something Kirishima would probably not change in a long time.

It is totally razonable since his hero name is very similar to the pro hero, it's fan boy behavior lmao. And that includes Deku since his hero costume has bunny ears resembling All Might's; and Bakugou since, you know, his recently announced hero name Great explosion murder god Dinamight (self explanatory lmfaoo)

Now, it's time to show you why I think is Shoto.

First, his hero costume. He has a belt with first aid equipment, those things over his shoulders and that things in his wrists (sorry, when it comes to describe things my english knowledge is non existent). Meanwhile, the vestige also has a similar costume (in terms of a base and color), has a belt that has pockets attached, that thing around his shoulders that are not massive, they're like mini pockets or decoration that doesn't look heavy and, finally, both have equipment on their wrists.

He has physical similarities in terms of body shape and height. He doesn't look buff but he sure looks well shaped.

And there's the hair. Shoto's hair is straight but not that straight on the ends, it is also long and smooth. But it is red and white and the vestiges is not, it seems to be white or a bright color, such as blonde or similar. However, I think it's not that crazy if Todoroki changed his hair color or something. The only reasonable explanation I can come up with is that Shoto didn't want to have Endeavor's hair color.

But, if you paid attention, they only show us the right side of the vestige. There's a possibility that his other side is still red and it's hiding it with his scar. I know the ponytail should be half red half white but who knows, maybe Shoto styles it with the purpose of hiding the red side on the ponytail.

Finally, on the other hand, we can make a guess of the vestiges heights but is not accurate because of the perspective the panel was drawn and stuff. So, Todoroki's height is 1.76 cm (5,9ft I guess?) and Kirishima's 1.70cm (5,6ft). Bakugou's height is 1.72cm (5,7ft), assuming Bakugou is one of the vestiges.

Bakugo is probably going to be tall (I mean, he arleady is), maybe grow a little above average.

Todoroki is tall and still has a lot to grow, and taking into account that Endeavor is big as f!ck, he js probably going to be taller. But if he "grew up all he could" then he's going to be like Bakugou above avererage height, or a bit taller

For Kirishima, I think he's going to be average. We don't know his parents to help but he seems to be average. I think he might get tall but not that much.

So, it seems that the mystery vestige is taller than "vestige Bakugou". Yeah, he's hunched but it looks that, even if he straightens back, he's still shorter. I can't really tell because the room looks a bit tilted. But having said that, the heights matches more with Todoroki.

There's just so many similarities, I am genuinely convinced Shoto can be the other vestige and it makes sense if we talk about their relationship with Deku and OFA.

I mean, the main reason Bakugou was so rapidly accepted as the vestige, besides the physical similarities, it was of his relationship with Deku (he has history with him, he cares for Deku's wellbeing, he's atoning and most part of the war arc he spend the whole time at his side trying to protect him from Shigaraki/AFO), and his knowledge about OFA, how he thinks of it as a curse more than a blessing based of the repercussions it had on Deku and it's past users.

And Todoroki has been impacted in a positive way by Deku. He learned that his fire is his, to be open to friendship with his classmates, one of his first friends in a long time and, with others of the class, be motivated and do his because of Deku. Not just because is him, but for his action in the past that unchained a lot of good times. And now that OFA has been mention to Shoto and other heroes present in Deku and Shigaraki's fight, he's probably going to be involved in some aspect. If that's the case, they must have turned into vestiges a lot after or maybe it happened between the time skip between the Endeavor agency arc and the war arc (who knows, maybe something happens in the third bnha movie).

[p.s: just noticed that " vestige bakugou's" gauntlets look veeery similar to the ones bakugou is wearing in 'the three musketeers' illustration]

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