#jk i love their overall design so much

[kaiserouo]

Super OOC. I have absolutely no idea what their backstories are but I wanna draw them. Lord Shaxx complaining that their most formidable contestant hasn't come to the Crucible for too long.

#they have their helmets on how can i even resist drawing them #jk i love their overall design so much #wait who's osiris #oh god oh no #ooc #please don't kill me #destiny 2 #destiny 2 art #saint 14 #lord shaxx #i don't even know if my account is even about apex legends anymore #see those on my plurk or twitter account i guess #my art

[starsworldd]

venus in houses <3 (pt. 1) 💖

make sure to check out domino 1 by iamsagsssssss on spotify + other popular platforms!! 🫧

venus in 1st

❀ venus in first house is indicative of a person who loves to create and who may have the qualities that of venus (charming, diplomatic, friendly, etc..). you’re overall a pleasant person and friendships + connections w/ others may play a key role in your identity. you may like to experiment with your fashion sense and creative self-expression as well. some drawbacks to this placement however is that others may see you as superficial and a people-pleaser.

venus in 2nd

❀ you’re rich (jk but maybe ;>) this may indicate that you feel good about your overall sense of self since the 2nd house rules how we feel about ourselves. you may have nice clothing and possessions, you could have a good voice or artistic talent. venus is in its own house here so venusian themes throughout life (wealth, luxury, pleasure) are accentuated. you may befriend people who are bankers, artists, chefs, etc.. a drawback could be being stuck in your comfort zone + self-indulgence.

venus in 3rd

❀ these people find joy in communicating, writing, short trips, and may find good relations with their siblings + peers at school. this may be someone who loves to learn about a variety of topics as well. this could also indicate a love or passion for content creation and social media too!! you may receive a lot of admiration and positivity from people on social media. you may charm people with the words you say, you mediate with your words. this placement may have a tendency to gossip and maybe lie :(

venus in 4th

❀ these people find the most pleasure and comfort in being home and/or with family. maybe you grew up in a nice house or had some loaded family members, but regardless things tend to go smoothly for you with life behind closed doors. this could indicate that you really like doing interior design or maybe even architecture with homes and things to do with real estate. your relaiotnships throughout life provide you with a sense of emotional stability and you may have a lot of childhood friends/family friends.

venus in 5th

❀ venus has it’s joy in the 5th house so this is another lovely placement for venus!! venus here may indicate someone who is talented in the arts (much like venus in 2nd) and enjoys living life to the fullest. these people are often popular due to their fun, loving attitude with others. venus 5hers may also be able to profit off of their hobbies! on another note though, venus in the 5th may also mean a pretty active and pleasurable dating/sex life too <3. however, laziness may be something that’s indicative of this placement.

venus in 6th

❀ this is someone who is popular in the work place, and may befriend many coworkers. this placement can also indicate a good connection with animals or nature too. you may have passion and enjoy your routines, diets and working out. you may have generally good health throughout your life too (an attractive body glow-up too?). this is also a placement that loves to serve and help others. this is someone who has an aesthetic way of getting sh*t done. be careful of not being too nit-picky and a perfectionist w/ others.

thank you for reading <33 i will do submission posts soon. ☘️

#Spotify #10th house #aquarius #aquarius venus #astrology observations #midheaven #neptune #pisces #pluto #pluto aspects #saturn #leo venus #venus in scorpio #venus in cancer #aries venus #venus opposite uranus #venus in pisces #venus in 12th house #taurus venus #1st house #venus in aquarius #venus in astrology #venus in capricorn #venus aspects #venus in 8th house #venus in the 1st house #venus in the houses #venus in the 3rd house #venus in the 4th house #5th house

[taekooktimeline]

September 3, 2023 (filmed); November 4, 2023 (released): Suchwita part 3 of 3

Yoongi asks Jk how he feels about releasing his first album, sharing he heard Jk felt pressure. Tae and Yoongi wait quietly and supportively for Jk to consider his answer and respond. Jk admits he felt he could’ve done better, to which Tae softly asks, “In the recording?” Jk answers it’s more overall, wishing he had done his best sooner. As he responds, Tae murmurs quietly in understanding, “Ahh” and hums to his response, giving him reassurance. Yoongi also reassures Jk with his experiences.

Timestamp 27:50

Tae continues to give silent reassurance, listening attentively as Jk gives his final words to ARMY for 2025, starting it off by saying he’s mad at himself for taking it easy when group promos ended. I hope Jk knows he’s worked so hard for years and deserved that time off, as much as he wanted, and we’ll always be here to support him.

Timestamp 29:14

As Jk repeats the album is about love, Tae silently puckers his lips, listening to Jk carefully and fully -

Timestamp 29:32

Another domestic and playful moment between Taekook! Yoongi asks Tae to say a word to ARMY waiting for 2025. He gives a thumbs up and doesn’t speak. Jk looks at Tae with a small smile -

before teasingly scolding him, in subtle aegyo tone, that he didn’t say anything.

Tae says “Jungkookie” said the cool stuff. He then continues elaborating further, expresses his hope to make more fond memories with ARMY in 2025, briefly glancing at Jk as he gives his speech.

timestamp 29:56 or - https://x.com/kookvtwins/status/1720890567515677027?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

Tae leaves, letting Jk finish his interview with Yoongi. Tae thanks them for the meal, saying it was good protein as he fist bumps Jk then Yoongi, to which Jk teases, “You just came to eat protein?”

Jk’s nose scrunch is so precious as Tae says his goodbyes.

Timestamp 31:00 or https://x.com/_k91230v_/status/1720853434826690953?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

However, he comes back with a birthday cake for Jk. As Tae hands the cake to Jk, he sings, “Happy birthday.” Jk thanks him in the same singing tone. Tae and Yoongi then sing a belated happy birthday to him.

Timestamp 32:28 or  https://x.com/kookvtwins/status/1720828525802844500?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg

https://x.com/winterkoobear/status/1720843900414562583?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg (:09)

Staff then hand Yoongi three boxes of Le Mouton sneakers, gifts for Jungkook’s birthday. A box is handed to Jk and one is handed to Tae. Taekook are given the same shoes, black with the same design, while Yoongi takes the green pair. Yoongi shares because Tae dropped by, they ordered them express delivery.

Timestamp 32:48 or https://x.com/_k91230v_/status/1720797497239732600?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

In the closing scene, Tae promises he’ll be back on Suchwita. He’s teased that his first interview hasn’t aired yet, and Tae asks if there has to be something new to come on. Jk jokes there has to be. Tae asks, “Really?” Jk teases, “Yes.” Again, I found this to be really cute banter, especially at the very end, when Yoongi jokes along and they all laugh, with Tae’s arm back around Jk as he massages his nape.

Timestamp 36:36 or https://x.com/taegukkielover/status/1720800727076122801?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg 

An interesting, domestic side note:Taekook shared one pair of chopsticks. Before Tae sits, Jk is eating with chopsticks.

When Jk shifts over for Tae to sit, his bowl and his chopsticks remain between them.

We then see Tae eating with these chopsticks -

While Jk either eats with a spoon -

Or a tong -

https://x.com/kv_bank9795/status/1720817199051599930?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg Raw - https://youtu.be/0RKnjVL2kWA?si=9VD6dX6UgxZHU81p

Part 1 link - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/733647292019687424/september-3-2023-filmed-november-4-2023?source=share

Part 2 link - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/733647362661203968/as-yoongi-talks-about-the-main-title-track?source=share

#taekooktimeline #taekook #2023 #Suchwita #part 3 #Golden #supportive #closeness

[melancholysway]

Rating All Leo's because I can

Love our leader in blue fr fr

I’m starting to think that TMNT may be my comfort fandom and comfort show/movie, which I’m not mad about at all :,)

Anyways Yk how it goes going off personality/design/character development/my own taste

TMNT 2003

Okay, character development wise, YES. I’ve been rewatching the entire 2003 series for the past few weeks, watching little at a time, and I really see the changes in Leo. I love it. And I love him fr fr

I think his personality is really strong! He has more substance to him and really is a great version of Leo!

Design wise, not much to go off? I think the white film for eyes for the turtles is actually a great touch for this installment, so brownie points for that (:

Anyways,

4.5/5! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💫

TMNT 2007

If y’all don’t know about my distaste for 2007 Leo, you gon learn today

Lord have mercy

This Leo was my least favorite in terms of personality, BUT!

The “come to daddy” line JUST saved him thanks to my underlying kink and personal taste

Anyways

Cough cough

Not much development, I wish they gave some sort of flashback on how Leo was like before going to South America. Splinter just says he’s much stronger but like bro where??? (Jk)

I like his design though :) his eyes are cute

BUT LOOKS CANNOT SAVE THIS MAN IDC AS HARD AS IT IS FOR ME

2/5⭐️⭐️

TMNT 2012

This is totally not biased at all yall😍😍

I LOVE 2012 LEO IDC HES MY FAVORITE.

like his personality???? I love it. He’s not some stressed out mf turtle who tries to be Mr. Perfect all the time. He actually has SUBSTANCE. I live for it.

His design is rly nice! I noticed that his eyes are more slanted than his brothers, and his blue eyes are the cutest yall.

As for character development, one of the best aside from 2003 leonardo, I loved his growth from a nervous leader to a more confident one who knows he can get shit done!!!

ANYWAYS,

5/5!!⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Bayverse TMNT

Ugh. What the fUck.

Jk

Kind of

Idk something about this Leo rubs me the wrong way personality wise? Like this version of Leo and the 2007 Leo both said some shit that seemed so not him given the situation?

He knew how much being human meant to Raph and Mikey but immediately said that their opinions didn’t matter, only his. Which I really didn’t like, it made me hate him a lil LMAO

Whilst 2007 Leo said he was better than Raph, which I feel like 2012 and 2003 Leo would never ever say out loud. I didn’t like that at all from bay Leo & 2007 Leo

Character development…meh. It’s a movie, it moves quick. I WISH we got a 3rd movie but Yk 😐😐😐my opinion may be different

As for design, this might be what saves him LMAO

I love love LOVE the tattoos on the brothers, & I like that Leo has the most! Not only that, but they kept him with blue eyes! THANK YOU.

I also like his lil fit, I’m (very) happy they decided to put clothes on the turtles. It seems more natural. Of course they’d wear clothes when outside, they’d probably feel naked without it.

Anyway,

3/5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️

Rise! TMNT

omg

I love

NO THOUGHTS.

he’s so cool idc

His personality is great! He isn’t the mf leader so he gets to be as careless and free as he wants :D love that for him

I also rly love his design! I like that him & Donnie are lowkey twins too omg

I love the marks on his eyes, his lil portal weapon OMFG ALL OF IT GUYS

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT??? HMM.

I genuinely like to watch the show & there isn’t really any serious parts in it like TMNT 2003 (this version was dark I swear) but his overall character I love & every episode I come to love him :)

4.5/5! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️💫

Masterlist

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #leonardo #tmnt 2012 #bayverse tmnt #rise!tmnt #rise!leo #2012 Leo #bayverse leo #tmnt 2007 #leonardo hamato #tmnt 2003

[minijenn]

Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Prince of Egypt

Papa Bless (literally) its time for me to talk about one of my favorite animated movies, nay, one of my favorite MOVIES ever made. Prince of Egypt is a work of art. Hands down, it is one of the most incredible movies I have ever seen. I'm not even religious (I did grow up Christian and am now a Filthy Heathen but that's beside the point). The real point is that this movie is one that I think can be enjoyed by anyone reguardless of religion. At its core, they took a simple biblical story and turned it into something with raw passion and emotion and art. And I simply adore it.

Every time I watch this movie, its such an experience for me. I always fall in love with new things, from the fantastic character designs, to the insanely lovely animation to the beautiful songs and score to the way the story is told and the emotions the characters go through with it. Everything in this movie feels huge, weighty, and important. It's very respectful to its source material while making changes that make it work better as a film, particularly the brotherly dynamic between Moses and Rameses that adds a whole new layer of drama onto the story.

As for that story, we all know the Exodus story by now so I'll spare you on that and discuss the things the movie does on its own. That dynamic between Moses and Rameses is at the heart of the movie and it really is just a devestating tragedy to watch them break apart and become enemies because of the huge responsibilities thrust onto both of their shoulders. The fact that tragedy ends on such a heartcrushing note too its just... god. (literally god, get it? cause this is all his fault lol jk ok)

Moses is fantastically written, a great main character to follow who has compelling drama, at first about his true identity and how he struggles to comes to terms with it and then grappling with having to oppose Rameses to set the Hebrews free. Rameses himself may just be one of Dreamworks best villains, you really do feel bad for him but you also know he's bringing so much of this suffering on himself because of his own stubborn pride. The rest of the cast is also fantastic, Tzipporah is lovely and really fun, Miriam is an absolute sweetheart, Aaron is a sassy little loser but I love how he comes around in the end, and well, God is God (the burning bush scene tho, can we talk about that? fucking INSANE)

The MUSIC man, each song is SO damn good its hard for me to even pick a favorite. Deliver Us is such a strong opening, a wonderful way to set the stage that makes the stakes feel high right from the start. All I Ever Wanted is a great way to show the life Moses always knew cracking from the inside out. Through Heaven's Eyes is just a bop with a lovely message about change and growth. Playing with the Big Boys is delightfully sinister and the Plagues, oh GOD THE PLAGUES???? INSANE MAN SO DRAMATIC AND INTENSE AND THE IMAGERY IS JUST??!?!?! BRUH! When You Believe might be my favorite though, it starts out somber but grows into this hopeful triumph of excitement and relief and its absolutely beautiful.

This movie is so beautiful to look at too! The composition of some of these shots, the storyboarding, the facial expressions, the set pieces, the movement of the animation, its all so expertly crafted, so entrancing to watch every second of it. Like I said at the start, this movie truly is an utter work of art in every sence of the word.

I've been gushing about this movie for long enough I think, but I can't help it! It's honestly that good! And its so hard to believe that it came hot off the heels of a trash heap like Antz. Like bruh how were they cooking that shit and the godsend that is Prince of Egypt at the same time??? Insane, utterly insane. This studio is ridiculous.

Anyway, Prince of Egypt is the GOAT and I will fight you if you disagree.

Overall Rating: 10/10

Verdict: Tzipporah marry me pls

Previous Review (Antz)

Next Review (Road to El Dorado)

#jen watches #prince of egypt #dreamworks watch #dreamworks animation #jen tortures herself with every dreamworks animated movie ever

[sinfullyrosey]

I Rank TWST Characters Based on Whether or Not I Find Them Physically Attractive or Not (Not Clickbait)

Eventually I’ll collect the braincells to finish one of my many x reader fic drafts and post it. But for now, watch me shallowly judge TWST characters and rank them based on my own specific tastes. Yes, you are free to judge and share your own thoughts. I love being told I’m wrong.~ uwu

All characters are 18+

Explanations under the read more. Yes, there is a method to my madness.

‘Cause the tier list didn’t include them, Neige is in Tier 5 and Che’nya is in Tier 4.

And good lord I ended up rambling way more then intended. I should have just said I find them pretty or ugly and called it a day. Guess that single exhausted braincell really was working overtime for this.

Tier 1 - My Own Personal Tastes

Says it right there on the tin. The loves of my life jk jk

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start with these? I just find these boys really pretty and attractive... I tend to lean towards males with longer hair (Jamil & Idia) and animalistic traits like sharp teeth or ears (Jack, Idia, & Jade). I especially love Jade and Idia’s smiles, both are so creepy, but I’m the weirdo that’s into that. I also have a thing for body marks like freckles and moles (Azul) and actually find some short guys to be cute (Riddle). There’s also the elephant in the room that is my monster lover self that’s into a wide range of non-human creatures; Jack being a wolf beastman, Jade being an eel mermaid, Azul being a cecaelia, and even Jamil having serpent traits and Idia being not entirely human what with his Hades-inspired undead aesthetic.

Most of it just boils down to aesthetics  in their design and the fact that most of them, aside for Riddle, has some kind of in-human quality to them. There are other factors at play, but those are the main ones.

Tier 2 - They’re Attractive, But Lack Spice

Basically, I also find them to be very attractive, but they don’t quite hit those specific tastes when it comes to their overall design. Usually it’s because they either lack something or a certain trait throws off the whole design for me. Like Kalim sharing many traits I like in Jamil, but having other traits that hold him back (having shorter hair, having too much going on with his design, having a more childish demeanor, etc.). Epel is very pretty in a superficial way, and I’ve always loved characters with lavender hair, but he looks too young at times and is working on becoming more manly, which will ruin his more delicate features in my opinion.

Silver is like an older version of Epel, but with silver hair and a knightly aesthetic, but he also always looks to angry, which makes him unapproachable. Ruggie is pretty cute to me with a roughish edge (and I just want to pet his adorable ears, please), but I can’t get past how malnourished his design makes him look sometimes due to the oversized clothes. Sebek has a very unique design, being half-human, half-fae, but similar to Silver, he usually looks so angry and stern. He has a beautifully mirthful smile and I just wish they’d show off his chompers more!

Tier 3 - They Have Their Moments

They’re only attractive in very specific instances that usually heighten certain physical traits of theirs. This can include a wardrobe change, a certain facial expression, a scenario, etc. I don’t quite find them attractive on their own, but rather, only when it’s in tandem with something else. Malleus looked best in the trailer for the game when he’s floating out of his coffin. He looked dark, mysterious, yet dangerously alluring. But in game, he kind of resembles a rat, what with his weird mullet hair. Rook and Floyd both pull off the dangerous predatory, yet attractive vibe, but ultimately are only portrayed as quirkily scary in the game (i.e. they kind of look like creeps/psychos). Lilia has his whole Gothic punk thing going on, which is fine, especially when he acts more wild and playful. However, I kind of wish he had a “true form” where he actually looked older/was taller, instead of looking younger than the rest of the cast. Yeah, it’s funny in theory, but doesn’t give him much attractive points.

Tier 4 - Average Joe

On a surface level, they would be considered attractive to some, but ultimately don’t have anything that really separates them from others. For me, it’s that one or two traits ended up holding them back from breaking the mold, or they have traits that tend to be overused and thus, makes me feel like I’ve seen them before in other characters.

If Leona was darker skinned and his overall design really leaned into the feral lion look, he would be higher. If Divus had more canine-features like fangs or something, he’d be higher. Deuce looks like a generic anime protagonist, but a good color scheme going. Che’nya is just another Disney cheshire neko boy with a quirky design. Sam needs a rework on his color scheme and should have more skull face paint (yes, even more so than the original JPN ver.) And as for Vil, I really think they should have given him a different hairstyle. I’m sorry, but I just can’t stand his hair color and style. It reminds me of an onion.

Tier 5 - Not My Thing, but They’re Not Ugly

I don’t find them ugly, but I really do not care for how they look. Nothing about their designs are appealing to me in that way, but I can see why others would. Cater, Ace, and Trey don’t have anything with their design that stands out to me. The closest thing was Ace’s Ghost Wedding attire and slicked back hair, but it was only a one time thing, hence why he’s not in Tier 3. As for Prof. Trein, for an older gentleman, he still looks fairly good. He has a refined look to him and is well kempt, but I’m not into older dude’s like that, so no. Neige is cute and definitely captures Snow White’s vibe, but his outfit is just all over the place to me and contrast so much.

Tier 6 - ew

They’re just ugly. I’m sorry, but they’re just so unappealing to me why do some people find them attractive I just-?! Crowley is so weird looking to me, which is disappointing ‘cause I love bird-related designs and he had the potential but ended up looking like an unkempt, Gothic carnival reject, instead! Yes, I’ve seen the fanart with his mask off and I still find him unattractive. As for Vargas, I’ve just never been into the muscley type of men with the strong chiseled face.

Other

Grim and Lucius are literal cats and and I can’t see Ortho as anything but a little brother (yes, I’m aware he’s around the 1st years age). He probably would fit under Tier 2 if he wasn’t so baby.

#Rosey Rankings #I ain't putting this in the main tags f that #also this in no way correlates to whether or not I find these characters datable #also also I only did this list because I had a realization that I only found Vil to be average in appearance #and the thought of him being offended by this made me cackle #like sorry but up your game /Schoenheit/

[artsytattletail64]

💕🤍 Future!Snowglobe🤍💕

Snowglobe is Plum's loving wife!

Snowglobe is very sweet, and with wool white as snow, and soft as a cloud, she's like an angel! (That's what Plum always tells her!) Snowglobe is a very gentle person, even her voice is gentle. So gentle sometimes she can't be heard. Snowglobe is more levelheaded than her husband, who is more temperamental. Snowglobe is also a bit more mature than Plum (since she IS one month older! /jk), so she sometimes scolds him for things (since, as you know, he's still a bit of a troublemaker.)🤣

Snowglobe loves baking, and is very good at it! So good in fact, she has her own bakery!! (I haven't named/designed it yet, but she and Plum work there!) She bakes all sorts of food, and is always making new recipes. She always has Plum's help, and she considers him her official taste tester! Snowglobe also likes to sew, and she makes clothes for her friends sometimes. Plum also helps her with this, as she likes to have him model her designs,(?) including the dresses!🤣 (Luckily, Plum always slays in dresses 👀✨) Overall, Snowglobe is a very talented sheep!

Snowglobe LOVES Plum very much! Snowglobe feels very safe around Plum, and whenever they cuddle, she'll often just fall asleep on his belly because she feels so secure around him. (Also, she just likes his belly a lot in general bc it's SQUISHY!! >:DD) They also like to be very close to each other! Therefore, they cuddle and hug a lot. ^w^

Snowglobe is a pretty anxious sheep(though she doesn't always show it,)... and usually can't fall asleep alone. She needs someone around, or she'll stay awake all night, lost in her anxious thoughts. She feels a bit less anxious when someone is around, but she feels safest when Plum is with her. Whenever they sleep, I think Plum wraps his arms and tail around her, to let her know that he's there. I also think that Snowglobe holds and hugs Plum close as they sleep, because she feels the safest around him. She falls asleep almost instantly when he's there! (Oh also they DEFINITELY touch noses as they sleep!)

#tattletail #whitetattletail #snowglobetattletail #tattletailhorrorgame #tattletailoc #tattletailfanart #tattletailocart #tattletaildrawing #tattletailgame #clipstudiopaint #tattletailau

[curio-queries]

Jungkook Audacy Performance

Here's a link in case you haven't watched it yet. Please do watch it first as I don't like influencing anyone's initial reaction.

Back? Cool, I have thoughts.

I desperately wanted to love this but there are just some execution issues that I'm struggling to get past.

STANDING NEXT TO YOU

I actually didn't mind this performance much, still don't really care for the song but it's just not to my personal taste. This was the best application of JK purposely putting down the mic though, having him place it on the table. I always get just a little cringe when he puts it on the floor in the other performances but I have a suspicion it's supposed to be an enticing move that just does nothing for my ace self.

I still don't understand why there are so many dancers with JK. Especially on this small stage, it just looks crowded. Thus song is supposed to feel a little more intimate but the juxtaposition with so many others on stage with him is just awkward.

SEVEN

I got so excited when I saw the first JK duplicate! This type of filmmaking requires planning and preparation and I know the BTS production team is capable of some pretty cool visuals....but apparently the intended direction was to make the audience feel as seasick as possible while staring at a screen? What is with the continuous Dutch angles and floaty zooms?? Oh it's so bad. I can tell there was a great idea but it's just so poorly executed...

3D

I absolutely DESPISE the 'mute' method of censoring in songs. As much as I dislike the rap in this song, I'd so much rather hear it than the abrupt muting of specific words. Pretty sure there's something happening psychologically that makes me fill in the gap mentally and then those individual words stick around longer but with no context. I realize they do it because they need to comply with some broadcasting policy but I wish never again to hear a clean version of ANY song with this approach, fill it in with something else or don't do it.

But THIS song absolutely makes sense to have so many dancers, and they've allocated enough space for it.

CLOSER TO YOU

I wish I hadn't been spoiled as to this song being in this performance. It would have been a great moment of wonderment when a song other than the titles was about to start. Oh well, had to be in esrly meetings.

So...um...I understand the vision for this performance and it's actually an interesting idea with this song but...how do I say this nicely... This was completely reliant on JK's acting abilities to walk that fine line to not get into actual creeper territory and while JK is a great performer, he's really not that great of an actor. The edit didn't help him much either.

I'd like to end on a positive note though and go over some of the things that were great with this performance.

The set design! Absolutely gorgeous! Excellent idea and blocking for joining these songs into a cohesive performance.

The lighting! Oi, whomever was in charge of this, they did a great job! Absolutely perfection functionally for coverage and to support the storytelling.

That's it though...there will absolutely be some gorgeous stills and gifs that can come from this material. (not my crappy screen records, see someone else for the good ones! Lol) Overall this performance has continued the Golden theme of a great idea with some execution issues.

#jeon jungkook #jungkook #youtube #standing next to you #seven #3d #closer to you #golden #audacy

[insaneshane]

Now! Onto the cool shit! Jk armour is also cool shit. But still.

Regarding my new format, I wanted to do shorter posts, but I'm still on the fences. This would entail one sword or set of armour per post. Let me know if that's something you guys would prefer, or if you like my longer posts.

Furthermore, I'm going to try to include the specs of the swords I review, (length, weight, etc.) I will be doing this to the best of my knowledge/what I can find, so don't come at me if your dude bro who thinks katanas are the greatest sword in history is like "actually, Aragorn's sword is-", I don't care.

Speaking of Aragorn's Sword first up is Andúril, for obvious reasons.

Length: 52.8 inches, or 134.1 centimeters

Weight: 3.9 pounds, or 1.81 kilograms

These are the only two important measurements (/j).

Firstly, this thing is heavy. Ik, "duhh, it's longsword," but still, it's heavy. I personally wouldn't use this in any fight ever, but that's just me.

Other than the weight, this thing is fucking amazing. I've held a replica before, and damn if it doesn't feel good. My only issue was the ends of the crossguard somewhat get in the way if you use it wrong.

I do like the grip being half leather, I think it's an interesting idea. Normally, I'd say bare metal grip is atrocious, because it normally is, but this is a nice balance.

Realism: 9/10

Appeal: 9/10

Name: 10/10

Overall: 9/10

Next, we have Thorin's sword, Orchist:

Length: 37 inches, or 93.9 centimeters

Weight: 3.7 pounds, or 1.71 kilograms

Firstly, I think it's so fucking funny how petty Thorin is. He sees a perfectly preserved sword lying in a cave, and (rightfully) goes to take it. Gandalf says it's elven and the look of pure *disgust* that crosses the sons of Thráin's face is golden.

Anyways, onto the actual sword. If I remember correctly, it’s a one-handed sword for elves, but since Thorin is a dwarf its two handed. That's where my biggest problem comes in, as a two-handed sword, I hate it. The fact that it's single edged and shaped like *that* just horrify me. That’s only if I'm looking at it as a great sword. I could just critique it as a one-handed sword, but that's not how it's used in the movies, soooo

Another thing, the grip is a really strange shape imo. Firstly, I don't like that much taper, it looks as though it'd be unwieldy. And again, the shape of the grip and crossguard just encourage a one-handed hold.

Realism: 6/10

Appeal: 8/10

Name: 5/10

Overall: 7/10

Next, The Witch King's sword, unnamed:

Length: 54.6 inches, or 138.6 centimeters

Weight: 4.4 pounds, or 1.93 kilograms

This sword has a really bare bones design, and I am all for it. These dudes don’t care about flashiness or anything like that, they care about getting the job done. They might benefit from some sword care though, that blade looks a little rough.

Okay now to focus up; I think this design is fabulous. The handle is rather longer than I’d have expected, but I don’t actually mind that much. In fact, I’ve always been rather partial to extended grips. The thing is, I meant it when I said it was bare bones, but there’s not a damn thing wrong with that. 

For fear of being repetitive, I’ll just say that it’s an overall good design, and that I’d love to use it. 

Realism: 8/10

Appeal: 9/10

Name: N/A

Overall: 8/10

Next up, Aragorn's Ranger sword, unnamed:

Length: 47 inches, or 119.38 centimeters

Weight: 4.4 pounds, or 2 kilograms

I'll be honest, I wasn't going to put this one on here, but then I bought the sword. It feels great in the hand, and the grip is really nice. Again, it's a very simple design, so it's hard to say a lot without being redundant.

I will say that for what its purpose is, it's a great sword. Definitely one of my favorites. Appeal does get a lower rating because it's a little bland comparatively.

Realism: 10/10

Appeal: 7/10

Name: N/A

Overall: 9/10

Next, there's the ringwraith sword, unnamed:

Length: 53 inches, or 134.62 centimeters

Weight: 12.1 pounds, or 5.49

Okay really quick, I'm a little skeptical about the weight here. My usual method is to look at the swords available for purchase and see how much those weigh, and this seems wildly heavy.

Anyways, as far as the sword itself goes, it's definitely...unique. It's cool looking, no doubt, but it looks really uncomfortable to hold honestly. The crossguard is my main concern, it seems like it could easily hurt the wielder. Other than that, it doesn't seem so bad.

It's clearly meant to be used like a single edged sword, and it very well may be single edged, which is another part that confuses me. Most two-handed swords - because let's be clear this *is* a two-handed sword - are double-edged, and symmetrical, so this particular sword doesn't make much sense to me.

Ignoring those two aspects, I wouldn't mind using it to be honest, if not just because it's cool looking.

Realism: 3/10

Appeal: 8/10

Name: N/A

Overall: 6/10

Next is the Bilbo's Sword, Sting:

Length: 23 inches, 58.42 centimeters

Weight: 2.3 pounds, or 1.06 kilograms

Okay this thing is insanely small; in my opinion it'd be extremely awkward to wield as a full-size human. I'm aware it was meant to be a dagger, hence Bilbo using it as a sword, but even as a dagger I think the dimensions are wack.

Aside from the weird proportions, it's a nice blade. The shape of the blade is different, but it doesn't necessarily take away from the functionality of it. If given an edge, this blade will hold an edge and work just fine.

The hilt is okay, it just doesn't work well for a sword. And since I judged Orchist as a two-handed sword, I have to judge this as a sword as well. For that reason, I dislike the grip and crossguard. They're disproportional to the blade if it'd being treated like a sword. Honestly, they're disproportional in general.

Realism: 7/10

Appeal: 5/10

Name: 4/10

Overall: 7/10

Next is the Morgul Blade:

Length: 25 inches, or 63.5 centimeters

Weight: 5.7 pounds, or 2.6 kilograms

Holy hell do I have notes. Firstly, why are all these bad guy weapons so dirty, like guys take care of your weapons please. Frodo was only so messed up because he got tetanus from this thing, I swear.

As far as the actual weapon, the blade is fine. It has a really harsh point, so it'd be more susceptible to chipping and or breaking off entirely. The grip also has a really intense taper, which I've always found to be uncomfortable and unwieldy.

Now for the most obvious problem. The horrible, disgusting, Gods-awful crossguard on this thing. Why, why does it point *towards* the holder!? That's the worst and I hate it. I'd rather fist fight a white warg than use this thing.

Realism: 3/10

Appeal: 0/10

Name: N/A

Overall: 3/10

Last but not least (because the morgul blade was the least), Thorin's Regal Sword, unnamed:

Length: 37 inches, or 94 centimeters

Weight: 3.9 pounds, or 1.8 kilograms

First of all, there's no way that weight is correct, it's got to be at least five pounds, but alas. I *do not* like this sword at all. It looks more like a wood splitter, there's no way that can hold a good edge. Not to mention how wide it is, good luck wielding it with one hand.

The grip in itself looks uncomfortable, even if it weren't stupidly short. The crossguard wouldn't be very helpful at all, it barely comes out passed the blade. The weird points coming out of the edge, I'll be honest I'm not sure what those are, or what their purpose is.

I've saved the worst bit for last, the massive hole in the ricasso of the sword. That is obviously one of the most important parts of the sword regarding integrity, and they have put a big hole through it. Fools, I hate it.

Realism: 0/10

Appeal: 2/10

Name: N/A

Overall: 4/10

Okay, that wraps up the Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit posts! I left out Gandalf's sword, Glamdring, because it's so similar to Aragorn's Ranger Sword. As always, let me know if there is anything you'd like me to review specifically, let me know! Hope you enjoy!

#swords #ratings #review #lotr fandom #the lord of the rings #the hobbit #nerd alert #aragorn #lord of the rings #gandalf #thorin son of thrain #long post

[struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor]

Okay I'm using this ask to share some thoughts (not hate!) regarding Tae's album.

I've always had difficulty "getting" Taehyung, and he's the member I relate least to despite his vibes matching mine pretty well. But his songs kinda hit home for me, and I was looking forward to his album because it could be something entirely unique in terms of the sound. His voice is amazing, his love for jazz could really shine- maybe even sth operatic. I loved all the solo albums thus far, as well as the solo songs (except dreamers because I don't touch the whole Qatar world cup stuff), but Love Me Again just completely disappointed me.

The lyrics are unimaginative and repetitive, and the melody is just...weird? I barely could finish watching it once. It's not generic, just forgettable (whereas f.e. Harry Styles' music is maybe generic by virtue of being pop but definitely not forgettable).

The MV is a thing I can't be bothered to analyse because the song gives me no motivation to go look at it. The MV for Set Me Free pt 2 wasn't overly complex (compared to Like Crazy, other BTS productions or the AgustD trilogy), but the song was so good you wanted to connect the lyrics to the poem on his chest & the choreography. There was depth. Layers!

If it was sth Tae had his fingers in, I'd just accept it but learning now that he wasn't actually involved is just confusing. After witnessing the care, love and soul the other members put into their releases, it feels off-putting (say what you will about seven but the sheer meme-ness of the MV is worth its existence. Also JK being constantly infantilized by ppl younger than him, and him doing such a song is very liberating). Like this album was just something he thought he had to do because the others were doing it? An afterthought. Maybe I'm being unkind, maybe I shouldn't expect BTS to always write emotionally cathartic pieces about the human experience.

But after crying to The Astronaut, being shocked by JitB, pondering life to Indigo, getting my world rocked by Face and going through every human emotion ever conceived with D-Day this fell flat. Every other BTS member has proven with their solo albums that they're more, that they have depth and complexity in both who they are and how they use music. That there's a point to what they're doing. I'm holding off on JK because I'm somewhat hopeful he will release a full album, and from what we've seen from him (Magic Shop, Decalcomania, Still With You etc) he could do something just as emotionally meaning as his hyungs (The pressure on him is insane).

I've never not cared about a release. I've never checked out of promotions. I won't go around spreading my opinions. One because I just don't care that much, and two because I feel like Taehyung's fans tend to be more toxic - even non solo just regular Tae biased army.

Tl;dr: If you don't want to have a deep song (which is fine) at least don't make it boring both musically and visually, and don't just hint at concepts (through clothes or set design) but commit.

Well, I understand what you mean. I just listened to Love Me Again and Rainy Days again, and they're pretty nice songs, but not really my style. Having both pre-releases be so similar is a bit unexciting too, as are the MVs are. Overall nothing V has done lately has been exciting to me. But that's okay. There's tons of BTS content I haven't watched. I haven't even watched Yoongi's D-Day tour. I'm busy and it feels like too much pressure to watch everything even if no one is making me. I didn't expect to care about V's debut since I wasn't looking forward to it (in the sense that I just didn't care much, no offense to V, I do love him but he feels distant from me) so I'm not disappointed, but I think he had the potential to do a lot more and it's still a bit sad he likely won't blow it out of the park with his debut, like Jikook did, in very different ways (even if I had major complaints with their debuts, they did surprise people and challenge people's images of them).

Thanks for the ask! You shouldn't worry about sharing your opinions. If you knew the amount of hate asks I deleted when I shared my not so positive Seven opinions... There was one private message and a reply to my post as well...

#ask #bts #v #text #thanks for the ask!

[lukarion-ven]

Random thing but have you heard of this murder mystery fandom called Danganronpa? Because I'm pretty certain that you might like a certain purple-haired gremlin due to him sharing similarities with Lyney, as well as similar personalities and the same Japanese VA.

a... a-anon.. i will never forgive you for introducing me to him- jk

ive known danganronpa since childhood yes! it has been in my bucket list for years actually along with persona 5 haha. but... this guy... i might play it on stream just for him im not even joking oh my god.

so this is what i think of his design and his personality based on his appearance/body language. first of all, i really love the outfit with the hat and cape! it reminds me so much of my art senpai's oc's uniform and the uniform i designed for my high school au for venlune..! (though i still have to research on what that style of uniform is called), and the checkered aesthetic on his scarf, i love it!

for his personality, im thinking of maybe he's like one of those "innocent" types who turn out to be the reddest flag of them all which i think is very attractive- uhm yes. my favorite gap moe is when a character looks cutesy and innocent at first, but is actually playful or the craziest, depending on the genre! sigh, and he also shares tha same va with mr magician, the world is so cruel to me... :(

overall... i want him to step on me. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

thank you so much anon for introducing me to him...! TT adding him to my collection ehehe

also no spoilers for danganronpa >:) i will play it on stream after my formal vtuber debut!

#asks #i am in agony what the #on the next episode of: “my soulmate from another dimension” #aka a delulu reality show featuring lukarion a self proclaimed wife of non existent guys

[olderthannetfic]

i've never understood what people meant about tattoos looking awful, what's wrong with jk's? is it the design or like the, execution I guess? all I know about 'good' tattoos is from that one post from years ago that explained good tattoos shouldn't look say unsaturated or have colors spilling out of the lines of whatever, and I figured jk's tattoos don't seem to do any of that so they they must not be bad...?

I don't have much of an opinion on jk's sleeve, from the little i've seen i just think it's cool he has it I guess? but tons of people seem to hate it and idgi? and I want to get it less for jk and more bc I want to get tattoos one day too lol

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There are several ways to evaluate tattoos.

Technical skill at the physical act of tattooing: Are the lines that are supposed to be straight actually straight? Are colors where they should be? Do solid areas look solid? Many bad tattoos fail here, but I don't think that's why people hate JK's.

Long-term feasibility: Was this tattoo designed by someone who understands what will look like absolute shit in 2 years. JK's are fine here, but all those ultra thin loopy line tattoos BTS fans get of album covers are going to look like garbage as the ink spreads. Things with straight lines are even worse. Some body parts are more likely to sag and deform a very precise tattoo too.

Fine arts design skill: Is the overall composition pleasing and balanced? If lines nearly intersect in one place but not another, is that intended to draw the eye or create tension, or is it an error? Do the elements come together to create one coherent artwork consisting of body and tattoos, or is the body a storage space for random shit that does not go together? This is similar to how we tell if a composition of a photo or painting is good.

Frankly, JK's sleeve looks like a hodgepodge shoved together without good layout skills. I'd need clearer photos of it to really nitpick, but even if there are thematic connections, it doesn't seem well designed visually.

And finally, BAD TASTE: Some tattoos are executed fine, but the choice of subject matter is offensive, stupid, or just plain ugly.

JK's hand tattoos look like he drew on his hand with a sharpie. What the fuck kind of junior high bullshit is that? Ugggggggly!

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For myself, I chose to get a tattoo of a wayang kulit puppet I got as a child. I found a tattoo artist who's also a fine artist and had him do a creative interpretation of the shadow because I wanted a tattoo in black ink only, and I wanted any age-related fuzziness to work with the design instead of against it. I chose a Mexican guy who does a lot of Aztec and Mayan-inspired art because while the specific art traditions are different, there are some commonalities.

Like with commissioning fan art or any other art, pick someone who already works in a style close to what you want.

I chose a size and position I thought made an overall nice composition on my body, wrapping around my left shoulder, and when I get a second one, it will be on my right hip to make my overall body look like one artwork.

There are styles of tattoo I find very beautiful and ones I don't like, just on an aesthetic, artistic level, same as I don't like every painter or cartoonist. Some things I find pretty I still wouldn't get though.

I've been fascinated with irezumi since I was a teen, but the level of color would clash with too many of my outfits, so I would probably not get a tattoo like this myself.

But overall, I do love how beautiful these are as artworks (even aside from being tattoos) and how they turn the entire body into one canvas.

I only like fairly large tattoos, say covering the entire upper arm with one design, and I hate small flash (prefab) designs. I would never get something on me that came out of an artist's back catalogue, and since I'm making a body-level artwork, I want it to be something of a size that shows in the context of looking at my whole body. If it's going on my body permanently, then it will be designed by some combination of me and my artist to my unique specifications.

[zeibei]

you been asking everyone else about freeze and ice...... now it's your turn

OKAY THE ONE I DIDN’T GET TO ANSWER BC WORK KICKED MY ASS TO THE CURVE!!!BUT I'M TRYING NOT TO GO TOO CRAZY WITH THIS!!!

ICE MAN 

I just like to think he’s very silly but can be serious for sure! I rarely think he gets mad but can be a menace for sure when that happens. But I definitely am aware of canon stuff for Ice but compared to being more self centered and being that of a show off, I would like to think of him with that of the equivalent of the cat getting petted on the head for doing a good job since I do think he's very work driven. 

With the MM1 robots I do think he gets along with everyone in there and a good chunk of the characterization hcs for me come from Megamix, were I do think he and Roll has a very much a sibling relationship since loved how they interacted so much in the Battle & Chase Arc. I like to think he also hangs out with Cut and Elec since very much Megamix Influenced but not really much like Fire Man since can't stand the heat. 

DESIGN WISE! I DO THINK ICE IS A FAT BITCH!!! Besides that, I just like to think work wise with I do think Ice does Arctic exploration with other ice robots so it's a whole girls trip with that but canonically says that he does he does transportation cargo for frozen warehouse, which totes wasn't like influenced by you or anything but the idea of truck driver Ice is really good. 

FREEZE MAN  

The first ever gay robot /jk For real tho I think he’s definitely the type who is very much acts stoic and cool but in reality is the world’s biggest fucking nerd to exist. Once you get to him, very much full of expression and so the world’s biggest dork, I love to hc that his red eyebrows he got do be moving around when in a state of motion. 

But he’s overall a big old sweetie, protective of those he cares about and kinda does have a bit of a resting bitch face for sure. I do like to think of him being a bit of a show off/perfectionist based off his CD data, I love to think he just poses when making an entrance so it's goofy for sure, probably standing in front of a mirror trying to figure out how to pose and make sure it looks right. 

Esp with Freeze being a non-pollution robot, I just like to think of him taking the time out of the day to pick up trash and recycle and focus on doing things that would help the planet. He's the big tote bag with the tumbler cup full of coffee kinda binch, who also enjoys hiking and long walks on the beach. wertfghjnhgre

#korn asks #OKAY NO MORE OF THESE TO DO OF MY HCS FOR ROBOTS #BUT I WAS FIGHTING WITH MY HEART AND SOUL TO WRITE ABOUT MY HCS AND NTO TALK ABOTU SHIP STUFF BUT SDFGBHGFDSW

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . ���The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

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Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

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Copyright © August 2020, 1kook on tumblr. absolutely NO reposts allowed.

#goldenclosetnet #ksmutclub #networkbangtan #bangtanhq #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook smut #jjk smut #mine

[majachee]

swindle! jk how about prowl?

Heck you I'm doing both

First Impression:

Prowl: "oh he's the SiC of the Autobots, cool!" Really not much opinion of him when watching G1 for the first time (as thats the first show I watched that had Prowl in it)

Swindle: (in context of getting TFA Swindle clips randomly recommended to me) "Ooh a weapons dealer? I like his voice and character design!"

Impression Now:

.... theres a reason why I'm called The Swindle Person by my friends and followers....

Also I really love Prowl! So much fun stuff can be done with him! I love him *almost* as much as I love Swindle (as you can tell by how much I've drawn him....)

They're both really interesting characters with so much story potential! Both are capable of being dangerous in certain narratives (hard look at IDW1 and IDW2) due to their personalities and outlooks on life. They can also be a part of found family stories (what, with Prowl's more aloof nature and Swindle's occupation/personality contradicting his role as a combiner member) and are just... so good for stories overall. Both their occupations, relationships, and personalities can help drive a story forward (of course, these change within continuities bUT AAH I'LL STOP THERE-)

Favorite Moment:

Aaah depends on the continuity~

TFA? Swindle's whole introduction scene up to his transformation, love the dialogue between him and Slo Mo. For Prowl? Hmm... Any moment that has him facing his past really, I think. His death left the most impact on me narratively, though.

IDW? OOOOH STILL READING IDW BUT I LOVE ALMOST EVERY SWINDLE MOMENT JAJSJSJSJJSJSJSH ALSO PROWL IS TERRIBLE. Hard to pick a favorite Prowl moment cuz I'm still reading and I love watching terrible fictional people be terrible but Ultra Magnus calling Prowl lonely? Prowl's confrontation with Tarantulas? Ooh yummy. I wish to dissect this man's relationships.

IDW2? Didnt get to Swindle yet rip. Prowl? Every time he's with Green, but also when Rubble calls him whilst being chased ooooh

G1? Bruh Prowl barely dID ANYTHING. Loved it when Swindle tried to swindle Galvratron and got shot tho LMAO

Story Idea:

I have an AU/fan continuity in the works where Swindle and Prowl are main characters~ but aaaaaa that's not developed enough for me to share

Would like to see some TFA stuff exploring Swindle's past as an Autobot more than anything ngl. I'm weirdly passionate about this little trivia.

For Prowl? God I'd like to see a story where Prowl's just NICE again. Seeing him suck is fun but... nice Prowl :((

Unpopular Opinion:

Aaahhh... Don't think I'm active in the fandom enough to really know any popular or unpopular opinions regarding these characters... I guess my only "hot" take is that people don't like IDW Prowl NOT because he commits war crimes but because he's a jerk. Which, valid. He is a jerk. But man the war criminal argument is WEAK considering... every other character... in Transformers... Just say you don't like him because he's mean, man, I won't judge you for it. Hell, I like IDW Prowl because he's mean so if anything I'm down to talk about how much he sucks-

Favorite Relationship:

Considering Swinlock is mainly headcanon... I'd go with, overall, the other Combaticons (general), Blurr (in IDW1), and Starscream (IDW1, TFA sorta) and Megatron (TFA definitely). I like seeing him and his short, stumpy little body hang around with violent buff soldiers twice his height. I like seeing him befriend Blurr (another fav) and I like his silly little banter with Megatron in TFA, and wish we saw more of it.

Prowl? Uh. ALL OF THEM? In TFA, his friendships are cute, he also seems to have a friendship with Chip in G1 which is cute. IDW1 THO? I LOVE HIS STUPID TRAGIC LITTLE LIFE HAHA SMELLY HOW DO YOU HAVE SO MANY EXES

Favorite Headcanon

Prowl being asexual and autistic is MMMM good soup

Also Swindle being asexual is also good haha I totally created that headcanon and I'm keeping it.

Overall I like these silly little characters and I like their silly little crimes

#transformers #maccadam #swindle #prowl #idw1 #idw2 #tfa #g1 #ask meme #text #ask #maja needs to shut up tag #long post #HAHAHAHHAHAHAH THESE WERE FUN #spoilers

[malwarechips]

list of my (probably) shitty takes on the binding of isaac bosses (im bored)

im doing these in the order theyre on in the wiki

putting this under a read more. too many bosses.

ok so first up is this fucker (Blighted Ovum)

cool design. i like it. funny little guy. boss fights pretty cool too but like kinda average just like make sure you arent lined up with little funny ghost and you win

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[resentfully] YOU. (dingle)

ok so design: its a piece of shit what do you want me to say abt it (why is it blushing in its boss portrait? ?? ??) boss fight: i am crying. im weeping on the floor. sitting on the floor and slamming my fists into the ground. the fight isnt bad but i am lmao !

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onto number 3, the duke of flies

pretty skrungle tbh. i like this guy. theyre cute (in a weird way) the fights pretty ok. its funny when you have any type of piercing tears or brimstone. your flies do nothing to me fool.

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GEMINI /POS

OK SO DESIGN? the skrungle ever. the most. i love these two. theyre so fuckignb fjgfahdgajda /pos !! also the boss portrait is fucking adorable look at them. friends. fight wise? theyre ok. pretty fun to fight but that might just be bc i like their design so much but oh well

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onto the first of the gurdies; gurglings

SKRUNGLE. THE CUTEST EVER. literally just BALLS of ORGANS with ARMS AND A FACE. and theyre STILL SO FUCKING CUTE. fight wise theyre also just kinda alright. i get kinda excited when i see them but thats mostly bc i really like all the gurdies. theyre piles of organs but theyre MY piles of organs ok

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the haunt

nice design. i like the skull thing its very cool!! big ghost <- likes ghosts boss fight? fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you !! !!! i hate you !! and your little ghosts !!! fuck you !! ! !! (i am just bad at the fight)

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wo rm (larry jr)

long. kinda skrungle. overall pretty decent design but not my favourite in the slightest lmao boss fight wise; i have to chase you. why do i ahve to chase you. come back. let me fucking kill you oh my god. (its not bad i just find it funny that i have to fucking chase the boss)

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monstro. ..

insert that "I FUCKING LOVE MONSTRO" gif. idk what it is abt this fuckers design but its nice and i like it. fight wise its pretty alright! i like it.

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pin

sad worm. very very sad worm. help worm. <- thinks the design is funny /pos fight wise its just one of those worm enemies but bigger and a boss so its more annoying!! jk its actually less annoying bc its bigger and i actually realise when its in the room

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ok ok im out of image space wait. <- didnt even know tumblr had a limit

#lev.txt #hyperfixation.txt #long post