#koko analyses

[kokorolinkrun]

There's something I realised about the Dick Figures movie recently [Scene Analysis]

You guys remember how the scene at the start of the movie where Red beats up the Elementary School bullies was re-used (albeit with some changes) for a dream Blue has after the boat scene? Well, I think I've figured out the reason for that:

The version we see at the start of the movie was how Blue remembered it, while the "dream" version we see after the boat scene is what actually happened.

Like, think about it: Blue was literally about five (or at least somewhere around that age range) back then. All he knew at the time was that this dude just saved him from being bullied, and was too grateful for that to ever think about the full picture- even with how Red acted towards him afterward.

But now, looking back on it as an adult (especially after Red revealed the true reasoning behind him beating the bullies up), he finally realises the reality of the situation and how it was clear from the start that Red never cared about him even in the slightest - He was just too awestruck from the sudden turn of events back then to notice all of the signs.

Alongside that, how young he was back then doesn't help either: Compared to adults or even teens (especially older teens), most children don't have as big a grasp of situations due to the fact their brains are still developing, and thus miss out pretty big details sometimes - and Blue was no different. But now that he's a fully grown adult, he's able to pick up on details that he didn't even think about beforehand.

With all of this in mind, the "dream" scene itself can basically be considered Blue finally realising the reality of what happened and how the signs were all there from the start.

#dick figures #dick figures the movie #mondo #mondo media #scene analysis #koko analyses #they did NOT need to put this much detail into the movie but it's great that they did #LONG LIVE DICK FIGURES #LONG LIVE RED AND BLUE

[effetsecndaires]

— 𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥-𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠. (𝐡𝐜𝐬)

INCLUDES: kazutora hanemiya, ken ryuguji, manjiro sano, hajime kokonoi, hanma shuji, keisuke baji, izana kurokawa

CONTENT WARNING: some misogyny

NOTE: I made these into headcanons, hope you don't mind 🤍 your gang is called 'jotei rengou' (literal translation: empress union) idk it sounded cool

— KAZUTORA.

When Kazutora finds out about your gang, he's surprised, to say the least - and not in a good way. To him, women don't belong in the delinquent world and he'll act hostile towards your gang in response, immediately seeing you as an obstacle to overcome, something to get rid of before it can cause too much trouble.

He has some deeply ingrained beliefs about strength and power so he finds it hard to believe that a women-only gang could rival any of the male-dominated gangs of Tokyo anyway.

However, when a fight breaks out between your gangs, Kazutora finds himself intrigued and slightly impressed by your strength. He watches you, analyses your technique, and he eventually recognizes that you are worthy of your title and are obviously not here by mistake.

He ends up developing a strange but genuine sense of respect and admiration for you — though you'll never catch him admitting that out loud.

"So...you're the girl who claims to be leading one of Japan's biggest gangs?" he looks you up and down. "Don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're a woman."

"Ha. I wouldn't expect you to. I've heard a lot about you, Hanemiya. You've got quite the reputation, you know?" you smirked. "But let's see if you can back up that talk with action."

— DRAKEN.

Draken's calm nature leads him to be open-minded and respectful towards you and your gang — doesn't matter if your first encounter is friendly or a little less amicable. He's surprised to see that a gang like yours exist, that's for sure, but he admires your strength and leadership qualities more than he worries about the 'women only' aspect of it.

He probably wouldn't want to get involved with you, though. He's totally against hitting women no matter what, so, with Mikey's approval, he'll try to find a common ground with you and offer compromises that could benefit both sides in order to avoid confrontation.

He might also harbour a tiny crush on you or one of your gang members.... But that's none of anyone's business.

— MIKEY.

Mikey takes you and your gang very seriously right from the start, and he quickly learns that: 1) you're not to be messed with, and 2) underestimating and belittling you would be a huge mistake.

However, just like Draken, fighting and hurting women in any way is a no-no. Not because he doesn't think you're capable of fighting back, far from it, but because keeping women safe has always been one of Toman's top priorities. He'll only fight you if he absolutely has to, that means only if your gang is pure evil or an actual threat to Toman.

On the contrary, if your gangs grow closer over the years, he'll gladly accept a friendly fight with you or your girls.

Although he doesn't really show it, Mikey is very admirative of you — a feeling that only intensifies when he finds out that the Jotei Rengou actually shares most of Toman's beliefs and is really similar to it in multiple aspects. He's also surprised by your strength and strategic thinking, which earns his silent admiration.

It kind of makes him want to welcome women into his own gang.

— KOKONOI.

Koko will treat your gang like any other gang. The fact that you're all women matters very little to him. You know what you got yourself into when you entered the world of street gangs and delinquency, therefore you must know what you're doing and you probably know how to fight back.

Koko immediately sees the power and influence you hold over your gang as you lead and command them, and he soon starts to see you as a valuable ally or potential rival, depending on how your gangs' first interaction unfolds.

He'd be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by your backstory and your rise to power, because he knows you must've gone through hell and back before people actually started taking you seriously and accepted you as one of Japan's most notorious gangs.

"I don't remember inviting outsiders to my territory."

"I couldn't resist the chance to meet you!You're a hard one to find, you know?" he said, opening his arms and sticking his tongue out. "I've dreamed of this moment, Jotei Rengou."

— HANMA.

The first time Valhalla and Jotei Rengou come face to face, Hanma laughs. He laughs because it's evident to him that you don't belong at the head of a gang, and he makes sure you know how unserious he thinks your 'pathetic little gang' is.

He tries to provoke you by insulting you and your methods, clearly wanting to test your patience. However, he quickly realizes that you're not easily swayed by his manipulation tactics, having no trouble firing back at him.

Hanma finds you intriguing, and although he won't openly admit it, he's secretly impressed by your ability to stay calm and command respect and loyalty from your gang members — who all look extremely hot and badass, he must admit.

Hanma quickly starts thinking about how he could use your influence and power to his own advantage. He sees you as a potential ally or a stepping stone to achieve his goals.

— BAJI.

Baji is absolutely thrilled by the idea of facing such powerful women as opponents.

Though he can't do much without Mikey's approval, he sees this encounter as an opportunity for a great adrenaline-pumping battle. A rival gang is a rival gang, your gender doesn't hold him back in the slightest.

He's heard the rumors and whispers about the Jotei Rengou so he knows how serious you are about this — and although he'll approach you with a his usual cocky attitude, the last thing he'll do is underestimate you. The things he knows only fuels his determination further, and he looks forward to testing his skills against such interesting opponents.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Baji smirks. "The Jotei Rengou and their infamous leader in person. Bold move showing up here, ladies."

"Hey, let's cut the small talk and make this interesting, shall we?" you smirk back, getting off your bike. "I'll show you what my gang's made of, and you boys can try to keep up."

— IZANA.

Izana is intrigued, but he doesn't take your gang seriously. He's heard of you and the damage you've done around Tokyo, but he's convinced that someone else is behind your crimes. He firmly believes that a woman's strength couldn't possibly match up to a man's, let alone his own.

But when you effortlessly take down some of Tenjiku's strongest members, Izana's initial arrogance towards you immediately starts to fade. He finds himself getting more and more frustrated as your fighting style proves to be just as efficient as his own.

Despite being impressed, Izana refuses to let his feelings show. Instead, he starts analyzing your moves, determined to find a weakness to exploit and make you regret ever crossing his path.

#hakkai: ERROR 404 #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #reader insert #x reader #sano manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #hajime kokonoi x reader #kokonoi x reader #kokonoi x y/n #hanma x you #draken x y/n #hanma shuji x reader #hanma x reader #baji keisuke x you #baji keisuke x reader #keisuke baji x reader #baji x reader #izana x reader #izana kurokawa x reader #izana x you

[meikamatadori]

Käärijä - Morgan

(translation, analysation & explanation)

fyi, I’m just a fan wanting trying to translate a difficult language so everyone can understand and enjoy Käärijä’s music. I’m not a professional translator so there is bound to be mistakes and room for improvement.

translations are quite literal on purpose.

If you want to listen to this song - it’s on the Cha Cha Cha mixtape (at least found on Apple Music). Please buy it instead of downloading it for free. This song is ~ 1,30€ on iTunes. Support the artist.

Verse 1

En muista eilisillasta yhtikäs mitää/

I don’t remember anything from last night

Muuta ku lähin himasta lystiä pitää/

Except that I left home to have fun

Muisti lähti ennenku astuin baariin sisää/

Memory left before I even stepped into the bar

Enkä muista kysyttiiks multa ovella ees ikää/

I don’t remember if I was asked my age by the entrance

En tiedä olinko herrasmies vai täysi sika/

I don’t remember if I was a gentleman or a total pig

Jos tein jotain tyhmää - se oli kyllä ihan oma vika/

If I did something stupid - then it’s my own fault

En tiedä paljonko palo gillaa tai paloko sillat/

I don’t remember how much I burnt money or [did I] burn bridges

Mutta sen verran tiedän et ainakaa eilisilta/

But that much I know that last night

Pre-chorus

Ei ollu success, se ei menny putkeen/

It wasn’t a success, it didn’t go well

Ja kaiken lisäks himmee darra puskee/

And on top of that, [a] dim hangover* pushes

Oli eilen poika pitkin iltaa yhtä hymyy/

Last night [the] boy was all smiles

Nyt pitkin päivää puhelin soi ja frendit kysyy/

Now all day [my] phone rings and friends ask

Chorus

Oonko mä kondikses?/

Am I okay?*

En!/

No!

Oonko mä kondikses?/

Am I okay?

En!/

No!

Mul on himmee hedari ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

I have dim ass headache and I hangout at home in a dim ass moral hangover*

Oonko mä kondikses?/

Am I okay?

En!/

No!

Oonko mä kondikses?/

Am I okay?

En!/

No!

Mul on hiukset sekasin ja hengaan himas ihan himmees morkkikses/

My hair is a mess and I hangout at home in a dim ass moral hangover

Verse 2

Huonovointisuus on läsnä ja koko pääkoppa kolisee/

Unwellness is present and [my] whole skull rattles

Ja mä vannon etten koskaa enää tuu koskee Stoliksee/

And I swear I’ll never touch Stolichnaya*

Kaadan viimeset pohjat pönttöön ja heitän tupakat roskikseen/

I’ll pour the last bottoms* into the toilet and throw cigarettes into trash

Sillä tää olotila saa vahvemmankin yksilön polvilleen/

Because this feeling* puts a stronger individual to their knees

En tiedä otinko iisisti vai paloko multa pinna/

I don’t remember if I took it easy or did I burn* my cool

Menikö tää poika suoraa puuta päi ja melkee linnaan/

Did this boy go straight into a tree and almost to jail

En tiedä paljonko meni gillaa ja monta flindaa/

I don’t remember how much money went and [how] many bottles

Mutta sen verran tiedän että ainakaan eilisilta/

But that much I know that last night

Pre-chorus (no translation added)

Ei ollu success, se ei menny putkee/

Ja kaiken lisäks himmee darra puskee/

Oli eilen poika pitkin iltaa yhtä hymyy/

Nyt pitkin päivää puhelin soi ja frendit kysyy/

Chorus (no translation added)

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Mul on himmee hedari ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Mul on hiukset sekasin ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

Chorus 2

Sängyl morkkikses!/

On bed in a moral hangover!

Pöntöl morkkikses!/

On the toilet in a moral hangover!

Mul on himmee hedari ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

I have dim ass headache and I hangout at home in a dim ass moral hangover*

Suihkus morkkikses!/

In the shower in a moral hangover!

Sohval morkkikses!/

On the couch in a moral hangover!

Mul on hiukset sekasin ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses

My hair is a mess and I hangout at home in a dim ass moral hangover

Interlude

Ah, iha kauhee morkkis/

Ah, what a [bad] moral hangover

Hyi saakeli/

Ew, damn*

Siis ihan sairas morkkis/

Such a bad moral hangover

Vaikken muista yhtää mitää/

Even if I don’t remember anything

Mul on pisto rinnas ja hyvin vahva tunne et eilisilta/

I have a sting in my chest and a strong feeling that last night

Pre-chorus (no translation added)

Ei ollu success, se ei menny putkee/

Ja kaiken lisäks himmee darra puskee/

Oli eilen poika pitkin iltaa yhtä hymyy/

Nyt pitkin päivää puhelin soi ja frendit kysyy/

Chorus (no translation added)

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Mul on himmee hedari ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Oonko mä kondikses?/

En!/

Mul on hiukset sekasin ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

Chorus 2 (no translation added)

Sängyl morkkikses!/

Pöntöl morkkikses!/

Mul on himmee hedari ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses

Suihkus morkkikses!/

Sohval morkkikses!/

Mul on hiukset sekasin ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

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Let’s start with the song name Morgan.

It’s clearly another word for morkkis (moral hangover). I honestly think it could be used as the english term for morkkis.

Ja kaiken lisäks himmee darra puskee

And on top of that, [a] dim hangover* pushes

Himmeä means dim and it can be used to describe pretty much anything. ”Toi äijä on iha himmee” that guy is so dim (weird/out of it) or ”Himmee auto” dim car (cool car)

Here it means that he’s having a bad hangover.

Best way I’d describe it - it’s a word to use when you want to specifically stress something, positive or negative -> it will make your statement stronger.

Oonko mä kondikses?/

Am I okay?*

Kondis comes from the word kunto (condition/fitness). His friends are asking his condition.

Mul on himmee hedari ja hengaan himas iha himmees morkkikses/

I have dim ass headache and I hangout at home in a dim ass moral hangover*

Morkkis basically means moral hangover, it means you regret something you did on a nightout.

I used the term ”dim ass” because I feel like it sends the vibe and message across a lot better.

Ja mä vannon etten koskaa enää tuu koskee Stoliksee/

And I swear I’ll never touch Stolichnaya*

Stolichnaya is a vodka and Stolis is a slang word for it.

Kaadan viimeset pohjat pönttöön ja heitän tupakat roskikseen/

I’ll pour the last bottoms* into the toilet and throw cigarettes into trash

Pohja means bottom/base/ground. Pohjat means the last drops of the drink because it’s at the bottom of the bottle.

Sillä tää olotila saa vahvemmankin yksilön polvilleen/

Because this feeling* puts a stronger individual to their knees

Olotila was a bit difficult for me to translate. Basically means how you’re feeling or what’s your mood.

En tiedä otinko iisisti vai paloko multa pinna/

I don’t remember if I took it easy or did I burn* my cool

In finnish we say we burn our cool instead of losing it - the meaning is still the same, just different wording.

Hyi saakeli/

Ew, damn*

Hyi is used to express disgust and you can add a swear word to it (just like hyi saakeli)

Bonus thoughts: I absolutely love the beat and Käärijä’s flow on this one.

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If you have questions about anything, ask! I’ll answer them the best I can. Also if you’ve a better way to express something or you think of another meaning - comment it!

Thank you for the support the last translation post got :)

- Max

#käärijä #jere pöyhönen #käärijä song translation #Morgan translation #finland #finnish #suomi #eurovision

[mulletmitsuya]

I hated the tr ending so badly. Not because it was rushed or anything. Wakui could have fleshed out the last timeline so thoroughly and logically and I would still hate it because the ending itself goes against what I felt the story stood for in the first place. He replaced all the characters for fakes, none of the characters we were intoduced to had happy endings because they either are totally different people or re lived their life to avoid healing. The ending basically proved izanas last words right "there's no saving me" yeah I guess not if the only way to help everyone is to make sure their lives never happened the way it did. Horrible I hate it so much. Also one ship I hate is rinzu or ranzu because they don't even interact once and it's so popular for no fucking reason other than "its hot" and tbh they would prolly hate eachother like petty bitches, they would NOT get along at any point. Also Koko and amane ship because if people actually read the manga with their eyes open it would not make sense. Anyways thanks for letting me be a hater in ur askbox, I love your blog btw

This is long, also tw for typical tokrev themes and sa

I think you're the first person who has the same opinion as me lmao😭. I also didn't believe it should have had an ending like that at all because of the themes that had been set up during the entire story. I understand people's perspectives of "It's Wakui's manga and it's his ending he can do what he wants" but media is supposed to be talked about, discussed and even criticized at times. That's like, the whole point of publishing stuff. As an enjoyer and supporter of Wakui's manga, I feel like I have the right to question some inconsistencies and contradictions (not directly attack him tho, that's never okay. like people who send death threats over ships and stuff that's messed up) that showed up in the ending. I also believe lots of people didn't really take it seriously as a manga idk. It had some very serious topics that people seem to forget about. For example: suicide, abuse, abandonment, child neglect, substance abuse, extreme violence, rape, prostitution etc, and I think people just kinda see it as a silly manga that has cool characters they like. And that's okay. It's okay to not take a piece of media seriously and enjoy it for the sake of enjoying it, not everything needs to be critically analyzed, but stop shitting on the people who take it seriously enough to question why the fuck it ended how it ended. Lots of the discourse took place between critical analysers who wanted an author to finish the manga by sticking to the themes and messages he has set up the entire time versus casual enjoyers who just wanted everyone to be happy for the sake of liking the characters. And I completely agree with the Izana thing!!!! You cannot claim to have saved someone by rewriting their entire life!!! Takemitchy was not supposed to be god!! Also, isn't the moral story of time travel that you should never ever do it? Because you win some, you lose a whole lot fucking more. I thought Draken dying was setting up that narrative. That saving Mikey, was gonna fuck up a whole lot. Isn't that why Chifuyu broke down?

Idk about you guys, but dark impulses being a curse disappointed me quite a bit. I thought it was supposed to be a symbol of Mikey being deeply mentaly ill. And that he had to deal with it head on and not run away all the time (this was Takemichi's entire storyline basically and the the main theme of TR). I just feel like it sucked because the message of the ending, whether Wakui intended it or not, was that you can't be fixed without magical time traveling. Although the story had some fictional aspects, it was realistic at least. I thought they'd deal with everything that wasn't time travel realistically.

Any ship with Sanzu and the Haitani's is hilarious to me and although I don't ship any of them seriously, the fanarts fun to look at some time (and you're right I think they look good together cause they're hot😭). You are completely correct about them not liking each other tho. It's actually canon. Idk if you remember during the three deities fight when Ran hit Haruchiyo with his baton? Nothing but pure malice between their eyes😭. The Koko and Akane ship actually triggers me because one thing about me? I'm not comfortable with large age gaps. Akane was 5 years older than Koko💀. And I didn't know people took what she said to him seriously. I thought she was just trying to not hurt his feelings? Koko and Inupi were around 7/8 when the fire happened. Meaning Akane was like 12/13. Uhhh Idk bout y'all but I don't think a 13 yo would be attracted to someone that young. And waiting for them to be of age is...😶. Be fr.

#ty for the ask <3 #anon this took me so long to write but i enjoyed it #i'm so serious about this tokyo revengers shit😭 #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers manga #tokrev #tokyo rev #rinzu #ranzu #koko x akane #thanks for liking my blog i always appreciate your support and ily #tw: sa mention

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

I guess it’s a masterlist ?

         Tokyo Revengers:

My attempt at making the curse makes sense (+the time leaping power)

Is the curse really gone in the final timeline ? 

Edit: Yes. It is.

Final Timeline is bittersweet at best

Shinichiro and delinquency

Sano family brainrot (mostly the parents and Izana, too)

Black Dragon and a bunch of historical stuffs

         A bit more on Benkei and Ushiwakamaru

The irl Black Dragon

Yakuza and Black Dragon

Benkei's tattoos & OG!Timeline Wakasa's tattoos + their volume cover clothes

Brahman and Flowers

Senju should’ve kept her hair short

Sanzu no Kawa - why did Sanzu decide to take the name ‘Sanzu’ ?

Why did Sanzu decide to join Toman and why did Takeomi accepted to be in Black Dragon

Initial quick analysis on Takeomi

Takeomi, self esteem and denial (+ talk about Shinichiro, Wakasa, Senju, and a bit of Emma and Sanzu too, although less than Takeomi) | +17k words

the consequences of the 30th of July (not OG!timeline)

Kisaki and being friendless

Initial post about Taiju and parallels he shares with Mitsuya

Ask that’s the reason why this ↓ was written

Where do Taiju’s behavior come from ? Continuing and breaking intergenerational Trauma (+ last part is about Mitsuya) | +7k words

        Religion is something personal to Taiju

        Where does Hakkai’s scar come from ?

Playlists:

Dumpster, Shinichiro's, Mikey's, Toman@Mikey, Takemichi's, Senju's, Bajitrio's, Koko&Inupi's

Izana&Kakucho's

Takeomi's

Translations of songs!

            Jujutsu Kaisen:

Analysing Season 2 posters (i added quite a few things in the tags)

Hollow Purple and Buddhism

Mahogara and Buddhism (please pay attention to the date i wrote this if you're caught up with jjk)

Megumi’s birthday wasn't chosen for no reason

On Noritoshi

#i have no idea how to do a masterlist #dont expect all of these to have the same length and/or quality (the drastic change actually makes me laugh)

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

I got one of those "send these to other blogs you think are wonderful" type thing but i just want to let you know that i absolutely LOVE your writing style and analyses

Whenever they show up on my feed i really do love seeing everything you have to say since there's so many intricate details i would never have caught!!

and im loving the November character-a-day challenge :D always makes my day <3

Ahhhhhh thank you Koko! :’) That really means a lot! I’m glad my writing style is enjoyable! People tend to either love or hate it, I find. It’s kind of nice that the overall reaction has been decently positive on here. I’m also glad my silly ink drawings are fun! That was the goal! 😊

Consider this me sending this back to you - I’m enamoured with your art style. I’ve loved watching you try things out and develop it over time. It’s seriously unlike anything I’ve ever seen. If I can just say… sometimes I see artists whose work I want to study - actually note down what I like about it, and see if they’re doing something that could help teach me how to improve my own. Your art is definitely on that list. I watched your tutorial btw, it was well done… I didn’t have the time to try myself, but I hope to soon. I still think it’s partially magic :P

Also you just really seem like such a lovely person. I remember you gave advice when my friend was having a rough go of it. I know I (and she) asked for it, but it mattered to us both. I hope you retain confidence with your art and with yourself. Your work is really something special!

#thanks for the ask! #I’m going to cry thank you #storyrambles

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

everyone know about the timeleap ability now. from both sides. they know about Shinichiro's story, about how he gave thiw power to Mitchy and how Mikey is cursed to feel miserable alone or to kill/lose his loved ones. (we should analyse the reaction of everyone, because for exemple Inupi doesn't seem really surprised?! like "ho yeah, it make sense" face ^^")

Alright let's go through some reactions

Hakkai looks generally shocked, like he can't believe any of this, fully expecting him to try and pinch himself to make sure he isn't dreaming rn. Meanwhile Mitsuya looks like he just remembered he left the oven on.

Chifuyu looks like he's trying to convince himself that everything is ok. You that meme with the dog surrounded by fire, that's Chifuyu here. Peh looks like he's about to faint, I'm genuinely concerned, Pah is too suprised to catch him. The twins have both forgotten how to breathe. Bet they share a look together after this panel.

My girl Senju is sweating, she's having to relive a lot of trauma rn, learning so much about her brother and that day. Hanma is just lurking, impossible to tell wtf he's thinking ever. Taiju is just glad to be there. Sanzu looks annoyed, again he must be reliving a lot of trauma rn, I think he's sad but using the annoyed ness to cover it up. Wakasa already knows all this, he just wants to go home. Benkei doesn't seem suprised either so I guess Wakasa did tell him???

Mochi and the Haitani brothers are shocked, they just came here to beat some people up and now they're hearing all this. I'm actually not sure we've ever seen Ran so awake before, he's hanging onto every word. Koko also looks very shook, I'm sure he's finding this very interesting. You're right Inui looks fairly normal though. I feel like he's just satisfied to learn more about Shinichiro, also now he knows he was 100% correct in choosing Takemichi and always comparing him to Shinichiro. Waiting for the I told you so.

Shiom has somehow been silenced by this which i think shows how big this is for him. And the mizo middle also all look shocked, actually I bet they think it's cool Takemichi can actually time leap.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #haruchiyo sanzu #matsuno chifuyu #tokyo revengers spoilers

[spyxfamilyanalysis]

SPY × FAMILY analysis Ep.2 pt. 2.1

Mission: 2 - Secure a Wife

~Comparing to Manga~ Chapter 2

The difference between Manga and Anime~ \_(ッ)_\

Now first, we all know that episode 2 has had a opening theme, but since this episode is long, so there's no ending theme in episode 2, but we finally have ending in episode 3, which is a good thing :))

So first, let's talk about the opening song: Source: Internet(some of them, I mostly do by my own.

Mixed Nuts (ミックスナッツ, Mikkusu Nattsu) is the opening song for the first cour of the SPY x FAMILY anime. It is performed by Official Hige Dandism.

Did you know: According to the Wikipedia of SPY × FAMILY: Mixed nuts are a mixture of various nuts such as peanuts, almonds, cashew nuts, and walnuts. However, peanuts are considered a legume and not a nut.

The first teaser of SPY × FAMILY: (Watch this on Youtube)

This is the full song in Romanji:

[Fukuro ni tsumerareta nattsu no you na seken de wa Daremo ga sorezore deatta dareka to yorisoiatteru Soko ni magirekonda bokura wa piinattsu mitai ni Kinomi no furi shi nagara hohoemi ukaberu

Shiawase no tenpureeto no ue moji doori e ni egaita uwabe no ura Teeburu wo kakomi te wo awasu sono toki sae ari no mama de wa i rarenai mama

Kakushigoto darake tsugihagi darake no Home, you know? Kamikudaitemo nakunaranai honne ga wa ni hasamatta mama Fuan darake nariyuki makase no Life, and I know Karisome mamire no nichijou dakedo koko ni boku ga ite anata ga iru Kono shinjitsu dake de mou i ga motarete yuku](the opening is done)

Bakenokawa hagareta hitotsubu no piinattsu mitai ni Seken kara isshun de hajikarete shimau sonna toki koso Magari nari de yokattara soba ni isasete Tomo ni irare yurare fumaretemo warenai kara mitai ni naru kara

Umareta basho ga ki no ue ka jimen no naka ka sore dake no chigai Yurusarenai hodo ni dorai na kono sekai wo hitoshiku ame ga shimerasemasu you ni

Toki ni tsumetakute sawagashii mado no mukou you know? Hoshi no hitotsu mo mitsukaranai kaminari ni michita hi ga attemo yoi Misu darake adoribu makase no Show, but I know Shosen hito kake no nichijou dakara haranouchi ni demo nagashite neyou

Kakushigoto darake tsugihagi darake no Home, you know? Tote oki mo dekiai mo nokosazu ni zenbu kurai nagara Futsuu nado nai seikai nado nai Life, and I know Karisome mamire no nichijou dakedo koko ni boku ga ite anata ga iru Kono shinjitsu dake de mou i ga motarete yuku Kono hitotsukami no kiseki wo kamishimete yuku

The scene in opening: The sequence of this analysing part: Explaining lyrics -> Opening art

+The genre of the song is J-pop with some jazz and rock as well as pop. Spy x Family shows off a stylish opening sequence and reveals more of its voice cast, which includes actors from Attack on Titan and FMA.😲

Prelude music~

Starting off with a puddle reflects the cresent moon, which resembles of Agent Twilight (the meaning of Twilight was explained in FACTS post 5), and the explosion in the tunnel. Then we saw Twilight driving the car floating in mid-air to dodge the bullets from the enemies.

Did you know: this Cold War-inspired comedy's opening features an art style reminscent of 1950s and '60s pop art(pretty classic to me :)). The opening is set to the song "Mixed Nuts" by the Japanese pop group Hige Dandism, and shows off the dual lives of the Loid and Yor Forger, and how they are perceived by their new daughter, Anya.

First lyrics: "In this world like nuts packed in a bag, Everyone is snuggling up to someone they meet. We are mixed in there and smiling, By pretending we are all nuts like peanuts." -> "Nuts packed in a bag": numerous types of nuts in a bag, where you are surrounded by various people but in a limited place, but you seem to think it vast. ->"snuggle": to move yourself into a warm and comfortable position, especially one in which your body is against another person or covered by something, to surround with love and care, where you can feel the warmth and coziness with someone you truly care, in Anya's case, it will be Yor and Loid. ->"mixed in there smiling, nuts like peanuts": (now this is very special indeed) it's like a metaphor, a deep meaning in this phrase is the lyrics explained that we looks like smiling nuts, more specifically, peanuts. Peanuts represent happiness and connection, as when you open the shell of the peanut, it always come with a pair or three of nuts but never one, even the Anya design is from peanuts, that's why she loves peanuts, or nuts in general.

+We see the three Yor, Anya, and Loid but in funny drawing, which kinda describes a lot about Anya's childish drawing skill :)) From the lyrics to the art resembles the joyful beat of the music and the art of a "6-year-old" if you take a good look at the first half of the song, before the third lyrics. While Anya is running, Loid and Yor are covering the rain with an umbrella for her. It's like a parenting thing, protecting their children from any risks and problems so that they don't have to worry anything about life, other than high scores, respect and hopes to please them (classic Asian parents :0).

+There's a sequence in orange of a little girl looking alike Anya and Chimora plushie that Anya always carries at 0:15. Next, Anya in her uniform goes exploring the world through different places, and she met at a library. We see in the background is Becky, Damian, and Mr. Henderson respectively. And then that sequence again, but in pink.

+After that, Anya in her other casual outfit, passing Franky's tobacco workshop and humming. Then there's a comic book featuring Anya wearing a mask like the Agent in Spy Wars, and the number 007 is Anya's number when she was at the lab, thinking Dad Liar (loid lies a lot huh); the second comic book featuring a song name I guess, and big word Bang, some Japanese name, and (K)NOW_NAME; and the third comic featuring a lady spy holding a gun and the comic book name is SPYWARS. *Actually, now that I notice, the lady is kinda like Nightfall, are these spoilers for the part 2 season 1 \@0@/! And is that man Yuri!?

+Then of course we see the Fullmetal Lady, Handler observing and the pink word WISE shows up. After the rain pours, Anya takes out her umbrella, and walking under a beautiful rainbow.

Second lyrics: "On the template of happiness, behind the surface which is literally picturesque, We can't be as we are, even when we put our hands together sitting around a table." -> What we see at the outside of someone or something, it is beautiful like a piece of art, but we will never what the inside looks like. This is true about the Forgers family, Yor, Loid and Anya have to hide their real identity for the sake of eachother. ->We have to hide our true identity, and with a "fake" apprearance, it's nothing else other than a lie as we can't be who we are, even when we are a "family".

+ Then there are sequences of the family visiting many places: the elephant zoo (mostly Green), the aquarium (Blue, Indigo, some Purple), the rodeo? (Red, Orange, some Yellow), the party (Light Yellow, Light Orange, some Light Blue, White), the train station (Dark Rose, Red, Redish Pink), and iceskate (all types of Blue, some Light Pink).

+Then the three are some sort of running out of the TV, like getting back to reality, and Anya looking left and right somewhere...

+Continue the sequence: the chilling afternoon view (slight Orange, Pink, chilly Yellow, some Purple), on the train (I call this romantic Purple, Violet, Pink), view the airplance on the sky (Light Blue, some White), the cloudy beach (Yellow, Blue, White), the flower park (Yellowish Orange, Red, Orange, some Green).

+The family member's favorite relaxing place/leisure activity: Anya: a peaceful pink room with three windows, and a tree bloom some red flowers in the back, Yor: reading a book in the bath, Loid: lying on the sofa drinking some alcohol. Notice that both Yor and Anya ahve some spots pattern, while Loid doesn't. Why? Hmmm

+Below that: swimming with the family (Purple, some Pink), gather around Christmas (joyful Red, White, Light Yellow, shiny lights), the city at night (Indigo, with White & Yellow stars, and dark buildings).

+Then the three at home enjoy their family party, and that's when Loid turns off the lights, the art style changed into more anime drawing style than childish ones.

-> I also realize the meaning of him turning off the lights. The first half of the song in childish drawings represent their daily life on day time, after turning off the lights represent their life at night time, kinda like their dark secrets.

+Third lyrics: "Home with full of secrets and patches, you know? Even though I chew up the real emotions, they still don't disappear, they are still stuck in my teeth. My life is so insecure and drifting, and I know. Every day is so mediocre, but I'm here and so are you. Just by this truth, my stomach feels heavy." ->"Home with full of secrets and patches": Home is always thought to be a safe place where you can hide your secrets from anyone, even the ones you love is it? It's true for the Forgers family as Yor is an assassin, while Loid is a spy, and Anya, who gains mind-reading ability, was subject 007 in the labratory, and the only one who knows the family's secrets. ->Even when "we" try to let alone our real emotions, and false it with the fake expression, they can't be disappeared. ->Because of that, their lives are drifting in insecurance, everyday is always "normal" and boring, but they will always be together. Lieing too much can make your stomach feels a bit heavy, right?

+Here comes the grand and mysterious agent who comes out of the dark, Twilight! And the skillful and beautiful, (sexy) assassin who has a cold face during battles, Thorn Princess!

+Twilight and Yor's action moves are so cool(click link)😩💖 Those 2 have to lie about their secret idenity for their "daughter" by a fake smile, but deep inside is true emotions. Both of their information about their personal background are secret, top secret, ultra top secret, eyes only, and then Handler appears. I wonder what's the meaning of her having one eye reflects a TV?

-> Now I notice: Spoilers already appears in the opening if you take a closer look.

+One thing is certain, they put Anya in a frame with pearls and sparkles, which means they value Anya very much, because she is the key to success in Operation Strix. If Loid had had another child, Operation Strix would be a bit challenging for him, because the kid wouldn't have known about it, and since he/she is still a kid, they would be stubborn and disobey their parents. The worst case, there might also be a divorce!

+ I love Yor's outfits, so stylish and colorful: Watch from this moment

+Then Loid appears looking at the window remembering his past as a spy through harsh training, though I can't see clear the images in his flashbacks.

The end the opening~

Franky Franklin the "ugly" wife :))) (sorry Franks)

"Yeah, i know what you think, the make-up is so cursed lol", even Anya doesn't want "this mama". There was actually a small inner dialogue of Loid in the manga: Though I've met woman who look worse (Is it Karen from ep 1? Also, I hate Karen)

Franky was also angry at Loid of why not giving him the disguise like a face mask or something else, but instead giving him some make-up. In the anime, Franky spoke whispering and he was holding a mirror, while in the manga, he angrily yelled at him. I was like, what if Anya noticed, but well, she already knew that so that didn't bother or surprise her much, but I guess Loid would be a bit panic.

One little different detail is that in the anime, Loid said: Although Anya has passed the written exam in order for me to sneak into the pretigious Eden Academy... I never thought the presence of both parents would be required for the interview... , but in the manga: We managed to pass the entrance exam needed to work our way into Ostania's elite Eden Academy... but we failed to anticipate that both parents would be required to attend the mandatory follow-up interview. That kinda feels different in the manga, as Loid has never mentioned anything to Anya about Operation Strix, so she would never know about it (except reading his mind would do the trick), and in the anime, he mentioned that thanks for Anya's having passed the written exam, he managed to sneak in the Academy. Well, the differences are the manga didn't mention Anya's help, but only written "we", and I don't know if the meaning of "written exam" is similiar to that of "entrance exam".

Personally, entrance exam has various ways to test students to see if they really has a good standards to enter; it could also be a mutiple choice exam, written exam, speaking test or team-building test to see if all of them manage to pass,... or something like that

There weren't much changes of the anime comparing to the manga, so yeah, that's all I could find.

Yor and her colleagues

I know how sassy these little bitches I mean, ladies are, but I just feel so bad for Yor for how naive and single-minded she is. How worrying (no wonder Yuri cares so much about her).

A little difference: Camilla said that her department was robbed, while in the manga, it said that her office was robbed. I dunno if they are the same meaning...

And I guess a booger = snot :/

I feel like Camilla and Millie are mocking Yor, well, Millie's dialogue is a bit different from the manga. She said: She's so out of this world, no guys would ever approach her!, while in the manga: Come back to Earth now and then, Yor, and maybe you could actually meet a man.

In the manga, they wrote: Bachelorette, so for people don't know what that is, it means a young woman who has never married. And the case of that 30-year-old lady being single got arrested is so weird and there's no justice and no proof at all.

When Camilla invited Yor to her party, she reminded: And make sure to bring someone, but in the anime, it was more specific: With your partner, of course.

In the mocking Yor dialogue, they said in the manga: Maybe she could bring the pervert who broke into our office, the anime didn't mention that, but say in general instead: Maybe the buglar would be lured in her. I think they don't want to specific about the "pervert" to make the anime seems less "offensive"?

Yor and her brother's calling conversation

Though this is not the important part, I think the anime removed the phone dialling pic since it was not very necessary.

The order of the dialogue in the anime changed a bit compared to the manga: Yuri called Yor first, then she realized it was her brother, but the manga is the opposite.

The manga actually specifics Yor's job at the cityhall, but the anime didn't.

One more detail about the frame: in the manga, it was only taken the portrait, which is only the top half of Yor and Yuri, Yor still kept her normal hair, and Yuri's face seemed a bit... old? and he wore informal clothes; yet in the anime, it was taken full body, Yor wore an ivory suit, and Yuri wore a black suit. I suppose, this photo was taken when Yuri got the job or he got a good promotion, and Yor was with him at the ceremony.

When Yuri was worrying about his sis, in the anime, the background was still in her room and the window showed the building outside as well as Yor herself, while in the manga, it showed the dark sky with stars.

In the manga, while Yor was struggling about Yuri introduced his sis about a guy, Yor was still sweating a bit, but the anime removed that.

When Yuri said about Mr. Dominic, he said in the manga: Then I'll get Dominic to give me a full report on this boyfriend of yours, in the anime: I'll just ask Mr. Dominic later about what kind of guy he is, then. I think that's like Yuri order him to do so in the manga, like a demand :/

I feel like Yuri was "commanding" Yor, so she was pretty intense and pressured to find a good boyfriend for Yuri's approval. I guess it's true for someone like her, not only hiding her secret identity but also finding a good guy as long as he is approved.

Yor's dark secret: Assassin (coming up)

~Sorry guys for for the delay. I was too busy with school works, and this post was longer than I expected

#Spy x Family analysis #spy x family analysis #part 2.1 #spy x family #spy family #anya forger #the forgers #loid forger #yor forger #forgers #yor briar #Youtube

[epichnopterix]

I'm Not really a believer of ghosts (the thought of spirits/ signs from dead loved ones makes me feel better but I don't know if I believe it) but I'm fascinated by this video I saw on tiktok a little while back

I forgot what they called it but it was this method of "spirit communication" where you're blindfolded and have noise cancelling(?) headphones loudly blasting transmission from a "spirit box" (as far as I can tell they're usually boxes capable of picking up radio signals in a garbled manner). since you can't hear anything else or see anyone (sensory deprivation) you have no outside influence and instead shout out what YOU heard. or think you heard in response to questions that you cannot hear.

I guess this would prove that "oh they can't hear the questions so if the answers are relevant it's proof of spirits using them as a vessel" but it really just reminds me of Koko and how the sign language was interpreted to formfit any question thrown their way. It makes me think of how I used to believe that if my cat meows after I ask it a question, surely we must be communicating, it's just that I can't understand him and he can't understand me.

It makes me think about that time in YouTube History where people would play random songs backwards and write on the screen what evil message they thought they heard. If you listen to it while reading the subtitles, you hear it. If you listen without, it's nonsense garbled noise. If you listen with some jokey subtitle instead, you hear that instead.

Basically: with these attempts of spirit communication it's interesting to me that what would otherwise be noted as a non-answer/nonsense is suddenly a message from beyond the veil because of the hope that it is.

if you asked me "how are you feeling?" and I said "newspaper" you'd say "? what? no I said how are you feeling"

if a transmission says the same on the millions of ghost hunting shows I see around, they'd start analysing it to pieces, coming to the conclusion that newspapers are read, which sounds like red, which means THE SPIRIT IS ANGERED.

to go on another tangent since I don't really know how to end this post or if I really came to any conclusion other than "it's a reoccurring thing that people will find meaning in anything if it justifies/"proves" their premade conclusion (no duh):

The Simpsons effect/ Simpson prediction/ Nostradamus Simpsons/ whatever you want to call it pisses me off. mostly because half of the shared "FUTURE PREDICTIONS" are clearly doctored images? but they post them anyway? it's not predicting the future to have an episode about a deadly disease, because deadly disease epidemics existed before 2020 surprisingly. and it's not predicting the future if a joke ages poorly either. I could shout the names of a million celebrities and how they'll allegedly die right now and who knows, maybe one will be right. Doesn't mean I predicted it.

#long post #ramblings #this is mostly just making connections from one thing to another in my head #not against believing in ghosts or people that do #I just believe any form of radio communication is hearing what you want to hear #I might ramble more here #I want to practise being capable of actually wording how I feel on topics

[kokoronbain]

Koko's Random Headcanons #5

If my OCs from originally LM3 would play at Smash Ultimate, their (potential) mains would be for:

Paloma = Peach because she appreciates her alot basically but also likes her attacks and would main her for fun instead of competition

Divania = Sephiroth, she appreciates his (sadistic) powers; despite she never played a video game before she would learn quickly how to do and analyse then how to main correctly the One-Winged Angel ~

Carmení = Plant Piranha, if nobody doesn't like to main this plant, she is here to cherish it completely!!!

Blanca = Amphinobi, Meta Knight, Min Min, Samus & Corrin, she can't choose just one. She appreciates all of their gameplay and each of their potential combos and strategy; she would be one of best in competition, definitely.

Olivia = Luigi, she isn't comfortable to play at Smash but for some reasons she sincerely appreciates to play the Green plumber due to his personality and funny moves

Jemmes Star = Rosalina, he likes how soft and relaxing she is to play... He has the impression to already meet her for real but that's another story...

Muscabelli = Zelda & Little Mac, she is aware that they are one of less appreciated characters to play but she doesn't freaking care. She is comfortable to play them and if you are messing with her mains, you're gonna regret to fight her.

Waloma = Bowser & Ganondorf, she simply likes their style and the fact they are heavyweight and really resistant; she actually doesn't play them well and so could rage alot...

#facts #koko's random headcanons #paloma 💃🕊 #divania ✨🩸 #carmení 🥀💝 #blanca 🗡♦️ #olivia 🎩💫 #jemmes star 🌟🌌 #muscabelli 🦋🍃 #waloma ⛓💀 #super smash bros ultimate #yeah i am in smash mood: i replayed at the adventure mode since many days #but recently the switch has a problem so we send it to nintendo so it can be fixed. for the moment i can't continue to play :((( #super smash bros series

[waitwithwaluigi]

So,,,,, how many would be interested in a vigilante informant!deku au where he has a demon/imp mutation quirk that awoke after he tried to off himself? :D I'm currently writing the 4th chapter and it's been a journey so far

The main plot is about the relationships about the characters, but there'll be 'mini case's. It'll be like,, deku finding a kidnapper and investigating em, stalking analysing shitty people and planning their downfall, tracking down and taking apart crime with Koko, ect..

It'll be a slow burn adoption, rn I'm thinkin Tsukauchi adopts him? There'll be dadzawa but I wanted to spice things up a bit. I doubt that there's gonna be romance (except married erasermic), cuz Izu's 14 in this one. Imma simp for Uraraka/Toga or Mei/Toga and Shindeku BUT they'll be mild hints at most since they're fetuses

Shinsou, Toga and Mido are gonna be a Squad cuz I wanted more 'underground/investigation themes' & I maaaaayyyy add Mei, Dabi and possibly Uraraka because I love them.

There'll be a lot of mythology INSPIRATION (which I heckin love) but I will definately not stick to the legends. Also pulled inspo from all the ghoul and demon!deku aus that I've absorbed via osmosis so there'll be shit about gore and well,, cannibalism. Deku's immortal in this so I might put him through thrice as much pain! :) Don't worry tho it's hurt/comfort

#bhna #bhna au #vigilante midoriya #vigilante deku #possible fic #possible au #shameless advertising #art #sketch #first time tagging #hope i did this right #ao3 fanfic #midorya fanart #demon au #shinsou hitoshi #toga himiko #naomasa tsukauchi #I'll prolly write this anyways cuz it's a vent #sort of? #I'll be giving out my childhood trauma to them #i researched a lot #heck even the horns were looked thru #i think he'd fit a bunny #my post

[kokorolinkrun]

Blewis N. Clark: More than just a cynical nerd [Character Analysis… I guess?]

Am I seriously about to write a whole character analysis about a character from an early 2010s web show about stick figures that isn't supposed to be over-analysed like this? Yes, yes I am.

Anyways…

INTRODUCTION

Ah, favourite characters - Everyone has them, and fans of Dick Figures are no different. With this series specifically, the main trio of favourite characters is Red, Blue and Lord Tourettes. These can be for different reasons: Because they're hilarious, because they're the specific person's favourite colour, or because they just relate to the character.

When it comes to Blue (who's my favourite character, in case you couldn't tell), specifically, I've seen at least a few people say they relate to him as a character.

Why is that?

Well, I remembered reading a small snippet on Google of a review of the movie which said that aside from Blue and Pink, all the characters were rather one-dimensional, and that's when it finally hit me as to why Blue is so related to and loved by the fans (myself included):

It's because he actually has depth to him.

While the others can be put into their own character archetypes (Red's the crazy sex-obsessed alcoholic jerk who just barely learns from his actions and becomes a better person by the end of it all, Lord Tourettes is the bright and cheerful fairy tale-esque character who actually isn't all that innocent after all, Broseph's the douchebag who always shows off, ect.), Blue…isn't like that. He's like that at the start, sure, but over time we learn more about him and start to relate to him by chance.

And don't get me wrong: While I know in-depth characters aren't really needed for a show like this, I feel like that only helps Blue stand out amongst the rest, which is want I go over today.

Strap in, this is gonna be a long one.

IN THE SERIES

When we first meet him, he comes off as the typical serious one of the duo: He's mature, level-headed, a bit cynical and is 100% fed up with Red. Not really a lot to write home about.

However, by the end of the first season, we've come to learn a bit more about him: He's actually rather panicky when it comes to certain situations, which gives him a bit more character than him just being the usual stoic cynic he seemed like at the start. One thing we also learn by the end of the first season is that he's also a nerd, perfectly complimenting this more panicky nature and helps him become a lot more relatable and lovable.

As the series continues, we also subtly learn little by little about his desire to just get a girlfriend and finally live a normal life. He keeps trying to advance his relationship with Pink, seemed pretty upset when Stacy broke up with him in "Robot Frog", and was also trying to get a job in "Brain Switch" (which was, unfortunately, ruined by Red).

Alongside all of this, he also appears to enjoy the finer things in life. This is not only shown in "Traffic Jams" when he's listening to classic music in his car, but also "Brain Switch" where he (in Red's body) is shown not only reading at the library, but is also shown simply taking a moment to admire a rose in a garden (the latter one honestly still being one of my favourite parts of the episode to this day).

However, he doesn't actually seem to 100% be annoyed by Red, after all - even enjoying himself at times, as evident in both "We're Cops!" and "Planet Asshole". He also seems to somewhat envy him, as shown in "Butt Genie" when he states Red's idea for his wish sounds pretty cool. Alongside that, he seems happy to wish Red a happy birthday at the start of "Panda Hat" just before he realises Red's drunk again. All of these just go to show that even if he says he hates Red, he still cares about him to an extent.

And all of this is only what we learn about him in the series. The movie, on the other hand, is where his personality truly shines.

IN THE MOVIE

At the start of the movie, we learn that he was lonely during his childhood, often bullied and laughed at. This finally explains why he still sticks with Red even after all the things he put him through: Blue promised to always be Red's friend after the latter unintentionally saved him from bullies back in Elementary School. Before meeting him, he had absolutely zero friends (aside from Lord Tourettes, sort of), so Red was his one of his earliest ventures into friendship. If he lost Red, he'd have nobody else left to go to.

As the movie continues, however, he finally hits his boiling point with Red, leading to the boat scene (which is already rather powerful in of itself, with the boat breaking in half representing the "end" of their friendship) where he finally learns Red never meant to save him in Elementary - it was all to impress the girls watching.

Upon this discovery, Blue completely flips upon learning his "friend" never truly cared about him, and finally breaks his childhood promise to Red by calling off their non-existent friendship after a small fight with him, unable to believe why he trusted Red, his only friend just about his whole life up until now in the first place.

Despite their shattered bond, however, Blue still doesn't give up in his quest, even when he's still forced to stick with Red (and slowly patches things up during the Paris scene, kinda). Why, you may ask? Because he finally has somebody he can return to and truly count on: Pink.

Speaking of her, this leads me to my next point… If it's for those he cares about, he'll refuse to back down from his goal no matter how long it takes.

This is most evident towards the end of the movie, after Red bails on Blue when they finally return to their hometown. Even though he needs to do it all on his own, he still refuses to give up, as shown in the montage scene and all his countless attempts to climb the mountain. He's already come this far, so it's pointless for him to turn back now. If it was for Pink, he was anything but ready to give up - And that unbelievably strong will, that certainty is what helps him truly shine in this scene.

CONCLUSION

At the end of the day, Blue is more than just the stereotypical cynical nerd archetype we've come to know him as: He's skittish and cynical, yes, but that's not all of him. He tries his best to keep his promises, tries his best to live his life to the fullest even with Red driving him nuts 24/7, and when he knows he has everything to lose, he'll stop at nothing to reach his goal, no matter how many times it takes. He holds severe gratitude to those who help him out, and tries to repay them the best way he can (such as his promise to Red).

With all of this in mind, I suppose that's part of why we all love him as much as we do: Underneath the static cynical nature he's introduced with is a character who's not so different from you or me, after all - someone who's just trying to live his life even despite everything going on around him. He's cynical, he's skittish, he's a nerd, he's determined… He's Blewis N. Clark, and that's why we love him.

And that concludes my needlessly in-depth analysis on Blue's character! Thank you all for listening.

#dick figures #dick figures the movie #mondo #mondo media #blue #blewis #blewis n clark #analysis #character analysis #koko analyses #he's also shown to be able to knit in the movie #but… #yea #we don't talk about that part

[taendrils]

industrial (m.)

― ❝there are lines you shouldn’t cross, things you shouldn’t touch and skin you shouldn’t mark when your hands are missing your gloves.❞ 

• genre: fluff, smut • tags: piercer!reader, client!jungkook, smitten!jungkook, mentions of needles, inappropriate things you shouldn’t do with your piercer LMAO, koko is subby AND needy AND a sweetheart, also a bit of a brat, teasing, sexual tension, praise kink, dirty talk, messy handjob, grinding, aftercare • pairing: jungkook/female reader • wordcount: 8.1k words

PIERCER AU.

It’s human nature. Not having a care in the world for picture sceneries in favour of the mundane you’ve grown to adore—fixating on a sight, a scent, a story so much that is unnatural to go a day without it. Missing a sensation to the point it buries so deep behind your chest you can’t reach through your ribs anymore to prod at it. No, no, no. You have to be indulgent. Bad human nature. You have to relieve it.

Guilt about indulgence doesn’t pack the same punch when it comes to you. It’s easy to sink when you get to relieve it every day—ripping the seal to get your hands on the metal, taking your time presenting the needles, inhaling more of the isopropyl that lingers in the air when you pop open the disinfectant. Even from down low, the vapors float in tendril motions, enter deep only to sting right after. They are consistent—they move the same when you’re close to someone and you get to inhale again before piercing.

It’s pleasant, it makes you focus. It also should say something about you—whatever it might, you don’t blame yourself too much. Rubber feels good on your hand. It’s human nature.

People like things they shouldn’t. People like things that hurt.

The act itself reaches in a place that’s personal, and so does the background. It’s perfect, and it’s silent, and yet it keeps going. There’s music you don’t mind when the place fills out too much—you get restless when there’s a heavy break between people, like it is now. You love calming them down since the act mirrors the effect on you. It has been so long you assume it would create a crack in your persona if you voiced the restlessness out, if your tone reached any frequency other than that of relaxed. The tattoo place, along with your platinum piercer on the other side would eat you dare you break your composure—Yoongi would give the process the same attention he gives to his skin in ink. His tattoos speak for him more than the metal on his tongue dares, touching up to his neck and disappearing under his sleeves, and so does the dove under his ear.

You’re less marked, so people find fascination in other parts of you. Jungkook thinks he doesn’t have to dig deep, he sees their surface as soon as he walks into the parlour. He notices how each element of the hall is in harmony with another, the designs on the walls modern enough to light up innovation, the wood they’re framed by sculpted so they pay tribute to old school. The details hit him all at once, and a beat too late he realises he would have got lost in them, delayed his appointment in favour of marvelling, weren’t it for you waiting at the reception.

You’re leaning against the wall fit between two pictures in asymmetry, watching Yoongi who sits near the said desk with a girl. The piercer gestures towards the jewelry displayed, and Jungkook can make out a few bits of their conversation before his eyes drift towards you again. Soft classics play on the speakers, supported by the tap of your fingers on your thigh. A passive action, and then another.

The bell tingling doesn’t steal your attention from the focal point, instead walking up to join the pair at the desk, but Jungkook catches the black-haired man behind the counter turning in his direction and offering a warm smile.

“This yours?” you tilt your head towards the tattooed man.

Yoongi doesn’t take his eyes off the jewelry, just makes a noncommittal noise from the back of his throat.

“What’s she getting?”

“Two flats, opals.”

“Mm. Pretty stones for pretty girls,” you acknowledge with a smile the girl mirrors. “He has a lot of opinions, but don’t listen to him. If he’s one hair away from the place you suggest, tell me after and I’ll file a complaint, ok?”

The tension in her body eases, and you don’t miss the hints of the grin Yoongi suppresses as he shakes his head. “You need to stop before all my clients leave.”

“Rich from the guy who keeps telling them he’s a master of stabbing with pointy objects,” the same guy who noticed Jungkook tuts as he fixes Yoongi with an eyebrow.

“Jimin has a point. No one else at this hour for him to scare?”

“None for him. None for you either until one hour before closing–you have three then.” He fidgets a bit before the calm smile he’s been sporting turns devious. “Well, none except for him.”

Your eyes settle on him at last, and funny fact it is, how the brain gives so many commands to the muscles faster than the hundredth part of a millisecond, yet Jungkook’s body cannot form a single reaction.

“So you’re mine then, aren’t you?” You nod in appraisal before Jungkook can even stutter, bottom lip jutting out. He’s rendered speechless at the exchange since words weigh heavier on Jungkook’s tongue, and the process takes longer to finish. With strangers he’s careful, he pauses and drags out the sound long enough to avoid mistakes, similar to what you’re doing now when you are analysing him. He’s confident enough to guess how for you they seem easier–you speak as each sound floats on water, weightless before it drifts away.

The heaviness lies buried in how you watch, the same way an audience would as a play begins, attentive and searching for meaning in the deeper crevices of him. He regains access to his breath the moment you step away, hands working behind your back and words neutering some of the acid burning his loins.

“Unless you’re here for a tattoo. None of our artists can talk to you at the moment, they’re all caught up with appointments.”

You’re the only one to come closer to him, and that triggers Jungkook’s sense of self to search for an answer. He fights with it at the tip of his tongue, and he sees the way you’re waiting, staring. He pictures you hanging onto the silence, waiting for his words to continue the thread.

“Uh, no, I–I’m here for you. For the piercing.”

And his words, supposed to be picked with care, crumble under power that’s passive, getting Jungkook tangled in their meaning. 

You’re dressed casually, the clothes loose enough for the fit not to disturb you. He focuses on the smooth curve of your shoulder that has yet to be marked, the smallest trace of a collarbone hidden in the depths of your dark turtleneck. He’s gliding up without meaning to, so lost in details he doesn’t know where to look anymore.

“Alright. And you know what you want?” You don’t react until he nods and satisfaction seeps through the corners of the smile you’ve been fighting, his gaze the same level as the lifted corners that lead his gaze to your ears.

Maybe to the three hoops decorating your lobes, complemented by the little heart on the inside of your ear, or higher, where he sees the object of his desire in your right ear, a long silver bar that sits high on your ear, length pressed diagonally and ends adorned with metal spikes.

“Industrial,” he breathes out.

It’s hard to say what defines the pause taken. 

“Great. Please take your time and complete the form, okay?” Your hair is pulled up, revealing more hoops stacked on top of the other ear he gets to look better at as you turn around. “I’ll wait for you inside.”

Jungkook finds said form on Jimin’s desk. Less flustered, he listens to Jimin filling in the blanks. “We have a machine for sterilising jewelry. Takes around fifteen minutes, long enough for you to read through this and ask questions.”

Now that he has nothing to dote on, despite the sight Jimin is, Jungkook feels weirdly self-conscious as he waits, the reminder that you would have started by now if he made a move when he should have a constant in his mind. He fidgets, thighs squeezing together to distract his mind before the thought spills out, “Did I keep you guys for too long?”

“The appointment’s yours.” Jimin shrugs as he passes the papers. “First time at a studio?”

Jungkook thinks in retrospect at the lobes he did by himself when he was younger and still wearing his emo bangs–half rebellion, half need to appear cooler to his peers. He nods with his lips pursed tightly enough so they contain his embarrassment.

“There are lots to come by nowadays. You shouldn’t be worried, she’s very lithe and quick. Patient too.”

His heartbeat finds its steady rhythm and doesn’t suffocate him like it did before. It calms before it takes the leap into his stomach, when Jimin, whose gestures lack the innocence his face suggests, forgets to add:

“Talks like that to cute little things.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

Good, he swallows. You’re patient. He’ll keep that in mind.

A boy true to his word, a boy that keeps to his promises, Jungkook’s mind wraps up on the idea after signing the ink into the paper and as soon as he is near you.

“All done?” you ask with no hurry, and Jungkook hums as he sits on the piercing table, careful so he does not move the sheets of paper. “Good. Let me look at you?”

The coil in his stomach tightens so easily, he’s so easy to rile up and you’re not even doing anything. You’re not trying to. And that drives him a little crazy. Fantasies Jungkook has never dared to imagine with anyone he kept a professional relationship with stretch his mind open, and he’s open to them when more enter through the cracks he created.

“I need to see your ear, see if the fold’s right.”

He swallows as you come close, hands already gloved. Without missing a beat, he tilts his head to give you better access and doesn’t quite realise how long his hair got until you brush it away from his ear, fingers holding the strands in place. His lungs are still from the proximity, inhaling as much as they can take after you voice your approval. And the more he tries to detach from the situation, the more he dives headfirst into the fantasy. Jungkook feels you twist the ends and pin his hair aside.

The mind is a strange place.

“Don’t want you to get scared, alright?” you coo and this careful treading around him makes him dizzy, stirs in his loins, and the feeling presses deeper there, deeper and hotter than it should from the heat brought by Jimin’s words. “I’ll explain everything to you as we work, hmm?”

“Yeah, sure,” he speaks and is reminded this is his first attempt at conversation in a while. “I’d like that.”

It dawns upon him how to you he sounds willing, much too willing, and he blames it on eagerness. Besides willing, he’s much too aware of everything surrounding him, of every little sound in the quiet room. The tick of the clock is a nice diffused background noise as you check the form to the last detail. “Who did those then, Jungkook?”

Your prying is gentle, a puzzle piece taken from a waiting game that coaxes him out until his answer rises naturally. Of course you’d feel better if he talked. That much is obvious, and he is a fool, but that obvious matters less to him when he sees how pleased you are with your question. A look which he aspires to cause, which pulls his want deeper–a look he needs to see again.

“Uh, another studio. But I didn’t like it.” The explanation that follows comes out of his mouth at once.

“I had a friend, Namjoon,” he begins and takes note how your eyebrows raise and your gaze turns playful at his word choice. “I mean, have. He had his tongue pierced here, and I bugged him about it until he told me.”

The first truth.

“Was it recent?” you ask as you change the pair of gloves, tossing the used pair away.

“He got it done after his girlfriend, but he refused to tell me. I asked for a while.” His shame drifts away in tone with his ramble and he is bold enough to let his gaze fall down the curve of your waist.

“Namjoon, you said? Doesn’t ring a bell. Wish it did by your reaction though.” You turn back to him and his gaze snaps back up.

“Ah, he’s kinda hard to miss though.” His lips remain sealed, but the corners of his mouth rise as high as they can go. Jungkook doesn’t know how or why he’s still talking, but he can distinguish a tender amusement. “Tall, huge dimples and smiles like this.” He keeps the same smile until you acknowledge it, cheeks puffed up and lash lines surrounded by endearing creases.

You shake your head in endearment. “Stubborn, are you?”

“Texted him about it for weeks. Pestered him to tell me. Threatened to do them myself.” Half a truth. Sure, he did that too, but for the most part he whined about it, rattled him to Seokjin and sent messages with questionable emojis. Seeing his friends take the leap for an interest Jungkook spent days looking up, it flickered light back into Jungkook–a passion for something he thought he buried long ago. “I even unmuted the groupchat.”

He sees the effect of those texts in real time. All those ‘joonie hyungg 😊😊~’s were worth it because he earns a laugh from you.

“Glad you let me do my job. I will mark you now, okay?” There’s so much comfort in your conversation he almost forgets what he came here for. As the realisation comes, a sigh threatens to leave his lips. He’s not as worried about the pain as he is worried he’ll embarrass himself somehow. Jungkook is strong now, can handle pain better than the bunch of his hyungs combined, but it doesn’t make him any less self-conscious.

“You have to lie down for it.” You guide him through it, Jungkook lowering his body slowly after the lead of your palm. Maybe he did it wrong?

One dot, two dots. The time to obsess over it passes. On his left, the paper crumples under his fist and he hates the way it sounds, yet he grips the sheet like it is a lever holding him to reality.

“Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” he says, breathing out his bravery and focus. You mention something about titanium and how good it is for piercings in passing, or maybe you linger on it more. He retains nothing, just breathes in the alcohol. Your hands are delicate, and no matter how light your grip is, it seems assured.

Rubber feels good, so does your touch.

“Breathe in for me.” Eyes glossy and mind hazy, he tries his best to listen– “One, two, three, and out. You’re doing well.”

The sting is a lot more than he expected, and he feels the blood rushing to his ear, warm and muted. Everything is more. Its pain lingers, but so does the ghost of your touch, balancing the pleasure. Your voice is breathier, and it sounds closer than comfortable, so close that the warmth of your breath spreads across his skin and a tremor follows it along his spine. When his ear reddens, he hopes you assume it’s because of the piercing.

“There we go,” you whisper. “Halfway done. How’s that?”

“It’s good.” The lump in his throat doesn’t budge. If you notice how his voice trembles, you don’t mention it, and neither do you give him space to think. Your thumb and index massage circles over hard tissue, and he braces for what’s coming next. The fact that your movements do not change pushes against his wish to stay composed, and Jungkook barely suppresses the soft sighs tickling the roof of his mouth.

“Tell me when you’re ready.”

Jungkook sinks into it and nods in rhythm complimentary to your touch. “Read–oh.”

The sound he lets out you take in with a sharp inhale. Despite it, your next steps are smooth, bar settling in cozy in the tight space, but there’s a pause that extends past a few heartbeats where he grows more aware, more sensitive to the tips of your fingers. He feels them tremble as they screw in the ball–feels it tingle on his skin and past his gut.

“Don’t get up so fast,” Jungkook tries to listen, but he’s also impatient. It never dawns on him how close you might be until he’s half-up, propped on his elbows and overwhelmed by the clarity of your features. He is hung on the line that defines your cupid’s bow, and how foul his cravings are. He could run his finger across it–has a feeling you wouldn’t stop him. Driven by his boldness, he’s thinking of dropping his gaze lower. When he does, his heart pummels and a surge of anxiety has his eyes dart back to yours. The effect is cathartic, bits of his rationality falling down in chains.

His mouth drops open at what he finds, the pair of pupils dark and blown out. Less professional. More like you want to cross a line.

The reaction for when you break away is much slower, and your intention misses the mark as Jungkook teeth lightly scrape his lip. “Have you thought about more places?” you blurt out.

Jungkook’s mind goes to the place you’re staring. “My mouth.”

And he swears by anything he has you leave a shard of your composure right there and cut him open with it, reach into his flesh and tug. It’s bad, he shouldn’t let you, but he is good at observing. He has the experience, sees his own behaviours as patterns he’s picked from others. He is right about this. He is sure.

Yet he never expects you to confirm it, reaching out to drag your thumb across his bottom lip, moving in circles to trace the top as well before you come down again and press.

“It’s soft. Gentle.” you breathe out. “I like it.”

It’s gentle and it’s pliant cause his mouth opens more under the weight, and you’re reaching a tint deeper, nail getting dangerously close to his tongue.

“Makes–makes a good fit.”

Rubber feels good there too. He doesn’t mind the taste either.

“But your piercing–” you stutter and his eyebrows shoot up at how you get up all of a sudden only to return with a mirror, grip tight around its rim. Less relaxed. “Here. You should see it.”

You end up passing him the mirror and he gasps at the image, at the bar that’s sitting on his ear. Even with your previous position, excitement is impossible to contain. “I love it.” 

“Please tell your groupchat too,” you tease, part of the tension eased from your shoulders, obvious in the delight that surges through you at his words. He’s still peeking in the mirror, yet the reflection that steals his attention is the one of satisfaction in your smile. His satisfaction.

“I will. It’s amazing, really. I like it a lot,” he adds as if he hasn’t said enough.

“I’m glad. Can’t wait till Yoongi hears about this.” You’re busy with a Q-Tip he braces for a second too late, yet does nothing but obey when you ask him to stay still, then clean the piercing for the last time. The story continues. “He missed the angle last time. He’s gonna be so threatened.”

“Why did he miss?” Jungkook says, curiosity making him lean closer. His height was not something you cared for when he walked in, you note, but he’s hard to ignore now that he’s standing up. You give up trying to organise the items scattered on your table and wipe a hand across your forehead.

“Ah, well. He’s a bit... unorthodox, but gets the job done.”

“And what about you?”

You purse your lips as you muster the answer, unsure of the letters pouring out. “I... I like to play it safe.”

And safe you played, a bitter part of Jungkook would retort. But now that he’s opened the can, the curiosity about you reigns beyond his pettiness. His mind, an ocean on the road to regaining tranquility, has its waters disrupted when he poses questions about parts of you that interested him.

“Is it like that with the tattoos?”

“I do keep them safe.” By the speed of your reply, this is a frequent topic of conversation. Your words, however, match two puzzle pieces that share the same colour, but they don’t fit near the other. They’re jumbled together, corners forced and unnatural. His stomach burns regardless. So they’re hidden from display, bordering on personal.

Like him, you’re responding to questions reserved for people you have some sort of a relation with. The one with Jungkook is supposed to be inexistent. He’s a client, you’re a piercer, he remembers, as he fears to call you his piercer yet. Places where you might have ink pop up in his mind and replace the guidance of his conscience: neck, chest, stomach, thighs.

“Didn’t do the same for this one.” You point to the ear with the bar matching his. “Toughest to heal. Got it when I barely knew anything.”

The angle is not perfect like his, he can now see after the first glance.

“You like it a lot though.” He pouts, and it’s a statement he tests under his confusion.

“It’s one of my weaknesses. A fun memory.”

“So you didn’t do that always?”

Jungkook is a boy true to himself, but much too proud to admit things often. He has a goal, has found more means to the end he chases. Out of the possibilities, there are fairer choices, but all of those lead towards a path with chances and time he doesn’t have. Guilt eats at him about pressing, but his heart speaks over his brain.

“Didn’t do what?”

Jeon Jungkook doesn’t do things in halves–does his best and sweats hard for his aspiration. Thus, he’ll find time later to appeal to his conscience. The distance between you clears the fog out of his mind, his need clear. He cannot leave it like that, not with knowing you never attempted to shut him out.

“Play it safe?”

“No. But you… you shouldn’t.” You’re frowning, deep in thought, every second spent waiting pressing layers into both his hope and uncertainty–fighting a battle that your hesitation wins over whatever desire he thought you may have.“Here’s my number. Call me if you’re experiencing any troubles during the healing process and we’ll see what we can do.”

Distracted, you pass him a card he puts in his pocket. You continue on about the cleaning process and offer him options for where to buy them from as the part of him full of hope deflates, hates the reversion to nothing, hates it more than is considered normal. Whatever this was, he doesn’t want to lose it, but he respects you, sits and accepts. “Of course. Will I have to answer as many questions?”

“Ah–no, not really. I wanted you to be comfortable. I just saw...” There’s breath caught in your throat, lodged between the cracks in your calamity and assurance. You pant to let it out. “You’ve been looking at me.”

Hope is fragile yet devious. A parasitic entity that leads and bites off however much it likes from whoever it pleases. Even as he meant to give up, its last particle was left to grow.

“Yeah?” Jungkook is scared yet bold, the step he takes placing his boot on the line you’ve never dared to cross before. His eyes are big and there’s a glint that’s pleading to be noticed. “And if I call… you’ll take care of it?” He fears your answer, he fears how rushed he is, how much it means.

“I will. We’ll look at it once you come back to downsize the bar.” You try to soothe him, reaching to squeeze his shoulder. His shirt gets pulled a tint, and what you meant to do renders forgotten. The tips of your fingers are lured towards warm skin. Weak and indulgent, they dip under the cotton.

A brief contact and the intent changes. Your touch borders everywhere–a slow drag up the nape of his neck and down his front, fingers splaying out to cover more surface.

“Anything else?” he gulps, lost in the sight of your mouth.

“Don’t touch it. Don’t sleep on it.” Your hand rests over his throat, thumb brushing up and down his pulse point. “Promise you’ll listen?”

“Yeah, I’ll listen.” The admission is quiet, not risking to tear apart at the tension. With close he is to you, the words are breathy with his whisper. “I’ll listen to you.”

The mind is a very strange place. Curls around the impossible and tortures until you do something about it. It’s human nature.

Jungkook’s voice breaks with the last bit of bravery he has.

“I’ll do how you ask.”

“Fuck, Jungkook–” You leave your sentence unfinished because you’re way too busy with your lips on his, you’re kissing him, tongue licking into his mouth before you turn aggressive. There’s no second to wait, no moment to take for breath, his senses are overwhelmed from you gripping his jaw to bring him to your level. Jungkook can’t think, he just touches, makes it clear how much he likes it, nails digging into your sides. He brings you closer, tattooed hand fitting how you like it over your waist, needy and hurting your ribs from how tight you’re pressed against him, while the other slots over the nape of your neck, big enough to cover it whole.  

He clutches you as if you’re a silver lining in an open space, and there’s so much Jungkook all at once and everywhere around you. There’s electricity buzzing under your skin at the way he moans into the kiss when you bite his lip, pulling you back with him as leans against the drawer, thighs spreading for you to fit until you’re pressed flush against him. Your skin is so hot and you’re so drunk on need you’d peel the layers off and fit yourself into a piece of him, feel his moan reverberate through your being. You would, and you do.

When you break away, you don’t care, that’s what Jungkook registers. You’re nosing his neck, lips closing around a sweet spot under his ear. He winces from the sting, though it is short-lived. Another wave of arousal hits you exhale over the raw skin like the breath has been fucked out of you. He’s so sensitive there, and you don’t care to be gentle, don’t care to soothe the ache—you’re taking for yourself. It’s you being selfish.

His head spins so hard around the idea he has to hold onto you to stay on his feet.

Jungkook wants that, wants you to take. To ask. It thrills him how dangerous that notion is, what he would do.

There’s a soft sound you make right after you bite, a sigh that drips into his blood and travels straight to his dick. Faint cries of his name echo in an empty head, shake him to a blurry reality, paired with kisses under his jaw, on the mole that’s so close to his lip. “Jungkook, we can’t.”

With his inner voice gone, his head is empty and a beat too late he registers you’re speaking to him. He nods into your hair, chest rising and falling shallowly, again and again until he’s able to speak. He swears. Swears he understands but no part of him can do so, if you tell him to stop and yet coax him into giving in.

His neck is wet with traces of your lip balm. “Okay, okay, just—give me a second,”

“No, no—” Frantic, you cup his cheek and without thinking he leans into it, expression softening. Your thumb rubs circles onto the bone, caress it until you pry his eyes open, until he can look at you. “Not here.”

Before he can act, you lace his fingers with yours and lead him towards your bathroom, pull hard on the handle, and in your rush, you use the same force to press him into the door as it closes. Jungkook whines, shameless, hips bucking into you. In his high pitch you can capture the exact moment his last thread of sanity bids its goodbye, leaving him with putrid needs that shudder out of him like they do whenever he is close.

“God, look at you,” you whisper in wonder, latching to his mouth.

Cold runs up his arm and to his sides when you pin his wrist away, knuckles brushing against the tiles. The room’s dense, its width a fraction of the main hall. Its monochrome walls are closing in on the both of you, two specks of colour squeezed together in the tight space.

All at once, he’s hit with how good you smell, tinges of his cologne having rubbed off on you. A different aroma, one that’s sweet and masculine, pierces his senses with the same strength of an alcohol, but instead of focusing, it makes him hazy—hazy and restless. Even in his current state, he can more or less see the same effect on you.

Jungkook looks at you through strands of hair and dropped eyelids, head thrown against the door. “You like it?”

You grin, fingers hooking in the belt loops on his sides and use them to move his hips so his cock drags right into the space between your thighs. “Should I show you or let you guess?”

His hips work with more vigour, coil in his belly pulled too tight while you take your time reciprocating. The softest friction you give back is enough to have him gasping, dick hardening against you.

“You’re the one who seems to like this quite a lot,” You reach under his shirt to stress your point, molding your palms in the deep lines that define his abdomen. They explore, trailing higher until they brush against a nipple, the image of how a bar would fit there a dangerous addition in your head.

“Yeah,” He bites his lip, no point in not being honest now that you have him like this. “I do.”

Once you hear him, you grow more determined, hand closing high around his side and on his ribs. Next thing he knows you're back to his nipple, rolling your thumb over it, the stimulation too much too soon. Jungkook seeks to take your focus from it, but you don't relent.

“Are you sure this is okay?” he pouts before biting back a moan, “I wouldn't want to keep you.”

The moment you hear him, you laugh, fond and delirious—and press harder when you touch. “Yes, Jungkook, I do.”

If he had any walls left, he's sure you would have them crumble when you ask with your other hand hovering on the elastic of his boxers, “Do you?”

He nods, speaks from under his breath, “You have no idea.”

Mischief and anticipation dance in your irises, and when you smile, you do it with full teeth, every bit the bad wolf who's waiting to eat him up. You've chosen to prolong the said wait because instead of gripping, your finger branches out to trace the underside of his dick.

“You can’t do that to me,” he whines, soft voice murmuring pleas.

Jungkook’s torso, yet to be marked, is a pleasant path, one you’d cross again and again, warm and smooth and addicting—it takes most of your willpower to stop, staring him right in the eye with an eyebrow raised. “Can’t do what?”

“You shouldn’t touch me,” Meek and sincere, he lifts your chin and you freeze with your chest pressed against his. “Not if you want to tease.”

It’s a silent beg, because even if he missed being teased, he needs you. He’s so wound up he doesn’t think he can stand it, but he's still proud. Somewhat.

Your expression remains unreadable, but your actions speak loudest when you touch him skin on skin, hand sneaking under his boxers, and—oh.

He restrained himself the best he could when he had close to nothing, but now, with his head fallen back, he moans for you like he’s singing. The more you tighten your grip, the more his octave jumps over the classics you’d been so fond of.

“Careful, baby,” you tut as you spread the precum over his tip and use your body weight to still his shaking thighs. “You could hurt yourself.”

“S-sorry, ah—” he stutters, hand caught between the both of you, squeezing yours over the cotton of his sweatpants. “Feels good.”

He's not used to it, being the centre of attention, people putting lights too bright on him. Can't decide if he likes it or not, though it has him weak. His mind is on you, your time, your pleasure. On how he craves for you to feel him, needs you to feel good. On how he is going to make use of the semblance of control he hasn't given up yet to show you what you're doing to him.

So he does. He walks you back until your hips knock against the sink, pins you the side that is closest to him. Eagerness overcomes him at the impact, pulling at the hem of your shirt, and you cater to his wishes, letting him remove your top. With the layer peeled off, the scene is rougher and more intimate, secrets shared by the two of you tangled in this background, he sees them, lets them drive him crazy.

“How about this?”

It's such a delicate thing, how your bare shoulder connects with its reflection in the mirror. His gaze explores your body, landing on the upper parts covered in ink. Beginning at your sternum, a young lotus connects to a larger piece spread on the top of your torso, adorned with leaves and petals that bloom from its center. The thread between the flower and the full piece is so thin, his tongue would cover it whole.

It's the swell of your breasts that has him distracted and split between choices. But there’s something so primal about the object of his desire in front of him, and his made-up mind can't wait for encouragement, cupping them in wonder under your bra. Your gasp when he brushes against a nipple is so delicious he's the one who can't help himself, dipping his head to get a taste. He sucks like he's expecting praise, grinds more into you and he can't decide if the action is for you or himself.

“Jungkook, ah—” you groan, and the reaction stirs him up further. That mind of his which has been empty is quick to fill out with more than he can handle.

He'd drop down to his knees and crawl as long as you moaned and waited for him like that. He'd kiss and lick up the thigh that's pushing against his dick, hold it as he spread you open with his tongue. By nature, he's a pleaser, and thoughts like these are natural—as natural as those that keep coming, those about himself. They retell how easy it was for him to lose himself, far to the point of no return. A sweetheart in the face of sin.

It's almost laughable how gone he is and what it might say about him, about how down below he really belongs. Well, it's comfortable. He likes it down there.

Lower places are for those who lose, and Jungkook wouldn't mind losing to you, as long as he has a place down and a fighting chance.

He drops to his knees slowly, tongue dragging through the middle of your tattoo and down, kissing his way to the button of your jeans. In a snap, he pops them open, considers letting go, all doe eyes and messy waves that cover folded cartilage and stop right before a lobe marked by matching silver hoops, and now an industrial. Without thought, he catches the flimsy zipper in his mouth then drags it down where he said he belonged, holding onto the metal until the end. His arms flex under your thighs, gripping you tighter as he drops the zipper but not the eye contact. He has to be sure your eyes are on him when that playful glint takes over and his tongue flattens against the front of your jeans.

He's not bad for wanting it, is he?

Your fingers in his hair yank his head back, and oh, this one's different from the sting before—it spreads tingles across his scalp. “But I liked you this way…” He sulks, soft hair putty in your hand.

And he did, still does. Thighs on either side of his head, your face, breathless and grinning above, there's nothing wrong with this angle. “And here I was trying to take it slow.”

On his knees for you, it seems that now he finds the time to be a brat. “Your hands down my pants is slow now?”

You arch an eyebrow. “Lots of things you want to do, hm?”

Equal parts eager and shy, Jungkook nods, moving to lean on your thigh. You're fast to react, hand in his hair coming in between to protect his piercing. He nods with his head in your palm, noses along the inseam of your jeans.

“You just need to...let me.” His hand slithers under the soft flesh and splay on your ass to make his point. For the final dot, he feels for your back pockets, uses them as support to drag down the material until he can see your underwear.

“What about what I want?” you scoff when he's midway through pulling your pants down. “Aren't you being a little selfish?”

He's taken aback by your pout, your always-tender touch. “Uh—”

“You didn't sit to think about it, did you baby?” Wide eyes look up at you, a pang of strange guilt overcoming him. “Whether I want you like this?”

Jungkook wonders about the game you're playing. “I'm sorry—”

Habits force him to be polite, guide you to be patient.

“Poor little heart.” You caress his jaw, his mouth, and this time, his lips close around your finger. “Get up.”

He obeys but not without a fight inside him. Body to body, you soothe the frown off his face with kisses up his neck, paying attention to the noises he makes when you tug at his hair again.

“You looked so good before. Right here,” you whisper when he drops into the touch.

Praise relaxes him, opens up his every pore, pours heat straight to his gut. He knows. Yet part of him has yet to get over how you denied him, occurrence too rare for him to get used to it.

“It's less fun like that.” Jungkook's aware of how he sounds: like a little brat, petulant. As good as he is, it thrills him when he gets to act this way.

“Is it? Baby got a taste and now he can't get enough?” You're mocking but gentle, how he likes to be teased.

He did miss it: missed being teased, missed tearing up a bit.

“I didn't even have to ask to bring you to your knees.” You grip his hair tighter and he moves to the direction your reins are pulling. Ah, missed having his senses tortured. “So willing. So easy.”

“Yes—” he babbles, doesn't care for much when you handle him like that. Neither can he speak much, yet he is aware of everything, is sensitive to everything—shivers as your heel nudges his calf.

“I think it's more fun when you work for it, don't you agree,” You motion at his pants, and he scrambles to drop them to his knees for you stroke his cock, “there's thrill in the chase.”

How true that is. Jungkook aches for a chance to show to you how he is when there's chase involved.

“For you,” he says, tone flat and tired.

“Then it's not the case?”

He shakes his head, now bordering on a dangerous edge. Competition never hurt him. Neither did playing it safe, but he doesn't care to play it safe now that it's about you.

“For you, all for you—” he grabs your wrists and brings them down until you cup him with both hands, rocks his hips into the loose space. “Please let me do something.”

Or make me, is the sentence he leaves buried. More important for him is to hang tight onto your permission, yet hatred over not feeling needed threatens to swallow down his arousal and purge back anger. It's a twisted game he often plays, how long he can deny himself, how much he can hold before he snaps.

He's been close to snapping from the beginning, so out of his mind, he'd do anything you asked. Why weren't you asking? Jungkook would love for you to tell him how to make you a mess, say the word and he would be on his feet, down on his knees. He’s aware it paints a pretty picture when he does it.

Taking pity on him, you bring his hands down to your underwear and remove it together. It flies right past his ego—the immediate reaction is to reach for his own, but you stop him by shaking your head.

You peek down, shudder when you see how hard he is. “Leave them on. It's not safe.”

“Like this then?” Jungkook holds you spread for him as he drags his clothed cock over your clit. He's moving so slow he's shaking. There's so much desire which had to be buried down for him to keep to his word, to respect the promise that he'd listen. “Good?”

“Mm, good.” His chest swells with pride, and he gasps when he feels how wet you are, staining the material. Tentatively, he slides a finger in, then another, scissoring them inside. He goes deeper until he's sure they're coated, gathers the strings of arousal and brings them back to your clit. “That's it—”

The pressure is built with his thumb over your clit, careful and decisive the more you pick the volume. He'd muffle those noises with his mouth or make them louder with his tongue, yet he doesn't have the courage, thus he settles for your neck. It's a welcome distraction, a purpose that's holding him to earth when you're rocking back against him, the sight of you so desperate doing things to him.

“Fuck, you're leaving marks,” you whisper to yourself. It sounds holier, more like a revelation you have bare for him, with your hair messy and neck bit.

“I just. Need something to do, with—with my mouth.” He hurts through the seconds he takes to explain. Exists through his need. “Don't like it empty.”

A call of his name breaks the hold he had.

“If you want to be rough, you can.”

“What?” His head shoots up, confusion written across unfocused eyes. “W-Why?”

“I see you.” You swipe at hair matted over his forehead, mold your print in the drops of sweat laid over the veins in his neck. “And I want you to have it.”

Best case, Jungkook would need a few moments to process this, but you don't give him the pleasure. Every word is a shot fired on his self-control.

“I need you to feel good.” your voice is saccharine, its echo dripping in pleas through his bones. “That's what will make it better.”

“But then...” You're wrapping your thighs around his waist, letting him in. He has no idea what he's protesting.

That urge to suppress, that need, their noise is not yet muted—he hates how he's not done enough. Almost feels useless. But you need him for something else. Proof to his statement is the conviction attached to your request.

“You said you'll listen.” Although you don't mention his behaviour until now, implications hang heavy. “Why aren't you doing that when I tell you to do as you please?”

He's still lost, but now a new desire creeps up, whispering to him how nice it would be to obey. To stomp on his previous effort.

Too many sounds ring in his head, like radio static that shuts off when you press your forehead against his. “Be good, baby. Let go on me.”

Nice and sweet.

Jungkook listens and unravels before you. With rough drags of his cock against your pussy, you can't differentiate whether the mess on his boxers comes from you or him. He's messy yet mindful, angling up his thrusts, making the hit land right onto your clit, deep like he wants to fuck into you.

“Yes, yes—ngh—” This time it comes from him, but you're not far, with how you dig your nails into his muscles. Memories he'll feel for days, along with the strain it takes to keep the both of you upright. He speeds up as soon as you urge him to go faster, a toy on arches, flared up because of your request. Drifting away with the sensation, he almost loses footing when you whisper you're close.

Instead of hazy, the words are electric—he's more awake than he's ever been. Puts in so much work his bones rattle and lids screw shut when you cum, sounds so pretty and long they stretch out to rip his orgasm out of him.

Solemnly, his world quiets.

“You good, baby?” Serene, you massage the nape of his neck and let him cling to you until he can breathe again, “Gave me plenty to clean.”

Jungkook stares at the mess between your bodies before he's puffing out a laugh, “I could be better.”

You sit with him until he parts from you, then put your clothes back on. “Wait here, there's stuff in the cabinet that can help.”

“Hey...” you turn to him in question and he kisses you again. “Thank you.”

You return with the necessary supplies, handing him some wipes as you bend down to disinfect the sink. “It's not much, but it's not like I expected guys throwing themselves at me in my own shop.”

“I did not!” he puffs as he cleans himself up, winces from the sensitivity. “You just... well. Did that!”

“My job?” His eyes are wide and accusing, full of indignation. When you look back, he stares back as if challenged, ready to debate you. “I won't repeat the offense.”

Jungkook steps in front of you, confident and looming. “I'm not leaving until you admit.”

“I'll admit.” You nod, face brightening up as you tease him. “I was too good at my job and made you starstruck.”

He raises an eyebrow. “I'll be here all day.”

“There's security.”

“I'm strong.” His arms wrap around your waist for emphasis. You relax in his hold.

“I saw, big boy.” He's about to say something else but you're quick to cup his face and steal the words off his lips, tap at his pocket. “Hold onto this, okay? And call me if there's any trouble.”

Minutes after exiting, he has the gall to unmute his phone and sees the notifications pop; the top being a text from Namjoon in the groupchat sent over 20 minutes ago. 

that guy [4:16 p.m]: jsyk i respect your opinion but i'm putting this shit on mute if you mention anything about the PC version being better again

joonie hyung [4:50 p.m]: Jungkook?  joonie hyung [4:50 p.m]: Well? How did it go? 

Jungkook chuckles to himself, sitting on a nearby bench, mindful to the saline solution he bought from the front desk that’s now in his lap. Further contemplates the message as his fingers brush over the bobby pin still in his hair as a distraction from the piercing.

There is a bunch of nonsense that follows in the chat from Taehyung and Hoseok, but that's always easy to ignore–he blames it on the force of habit. The parlour's sign is a clear view diagonal from his position, background he sees fit for him at the moment. Jungkook angles his body so he's facing the opposite direction and snaps a picture of his reddened ear, careless to the rosy marks blooming right under. Your contact details are secure in his pocket, printed over the card you gave him, and despite how light they are, they bear the force to keep him grounded.  

Tapping the screen to quote Namjoon's reply, Jungkook keeps to his fashion: he's not the one for many words when it isn't needed.

He breaks into giggles. Thumbs up and peace sign emojis suffice.  

a/n: namjoon getting his tongue pierced is actually a reference to emma @.personawife’s fic piercings and piercer!yoongi is available over at @.yuengi in bad boys bring it to you which you should totally check out if u want more pierceverse! major thanks to lo for listening to me ramble about this cutie and helping me with the last bits of his character! • remember don’t get pierced with a gun OR a hoop and if you enjoyed please consider leaving a comment i’m starving and koko is not showing sleeve 

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[rozcdust]

DEI MY LOVE I AM BACK FROM THE HOLIDAYYYYYY~ but i only have around 3 days more before I got swamped up in the sea of assignments and tests (i have 3 tests and an assignment due next week and the following week is also fully filled with uni demands pls pray for my sanity)

also once again im not able to go crazy with the reblog T-T buttttt imma do it here ehe YOUR 2 NEW UPDATES ONCE AGAIN!

FIRST OFF RAN X Y/N BESTIES AGENDA GOING STRONG I'M LOVING THIS SO MUCH AAAAAA it literally reminded me of the Fighting Dog but now we're in the parallel universe so to say but butttt imagine this in the parallel universe, and Ran, Rin being y/n's platonic soul protector that's why their roles are pretty much almost the same in She's Mean and Fighting Dog (I remember Ran and Rin said they considered FD's y/n as close friend almost sibling). Same goes to the petshop trio. In this parallel universe they're binded to y/n since in the original universe they aren't able to help her (maybe they wished they could had done much more so in this parallel universe their wishes came true and so that's why they're protective of y/n babying her tryna feed a tiger veggies ehe) don't take this too seriously tho I'm just analysing it in my own way making up stuffs and theories hshhshs.

I knew how much crack you gonna put in the updates and luvvvvv u didn't disappoint at all i love u so much aaaaa <33 PLS SANZU AND RIN BEING CUTESY DRUNKARDS I WANNA SQUISH THEM SO BAD AND SANZU SCREAMING AKGSKDYEJJD. And y/n's reaction "I had men have that reaction before but not in this context" hsihdjsgx pls luvv you are making me fall in love with y/n so much more aaaaa y/n being a girl boss as always and then we have those simps jskshxjz I CAN SEE RAN TEAMING UP WITH Y/N TO TEASE KOKO. KOKO BEING JEALOUS IS EVERYTHING PLS. Ran is so amused with y/n pls I'm loving this agenda so much. Again those simps. SIMPS. KOKO, SANZU, RIN BEING SIMPS nskahsgjd they're too cute I'm literally cracking up so much. Thank you so much for the updates love it's amazing, you're wonderful in crafting words to bring out emotions be proud of your writings okay love?

p/s: my comments are too long hshshhs pls don't mind the theory though my brain decided to go yeet creative mode.

NO NO PLEASE YOUR COMMENTS ARE PERFECT I LOOK FORWARD TO THEM ALWAYS 😭

good luck with your exam honey! don’t tire yourself out too much okay, you got this 💖

AND I LOVE YOUR THEORIES THEY ARE AMAZING PLS CONTINUE TELL ME MORE BBYGRL AHA *fuckboi emoji face*

and thank you so much for your kind words pls 😭 kith 💖💖

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[dayinthelifeofkoko]

Hi, this is Koko.

Allow me to introduce myself.

You can call me Koko (pronounced co-co). I am a 25 year old female from Cape Town, South Africa. The picture above is me in the current state I find myself writing this blog. I am currently in a bus on my way home from a long day at work.

This is the real me, no filter, no facade. That's the aim of this blog. Dayinthelifeofkoko is my outlet - my therapist if you will. It is a way for me to face the real me and share what goes on in my brain with whoever finds this blog.

Just as everyone else, I only post the perfect pictures and moments on social media. I find myself taking and retaking pictures and go through a whole quality control process before posting anything. The thought that hundreds of people will see it makes me even more critical of myself, my image and messages I share. Honestly, it's tiring.

Even as I write this is find myself overthinking and over analysing what to write and what not to. Social media has broke me so much that I long for the simpler days where it did not exist. A time waaaaaay before I was born. WOW! I don't think I've ever shared that with anyone.

Then again, that is why I am here. It is EXACTLY what I wanted to say and needed to say. I feel a little liberated!

Oh, incase you're wondering why I'm wearing a face mask it's because it's still compulsory to wear a face mask in South Africa due to the COVID-19 pandemic.

Anyway, thank you for reading!

Koko x.

[scudo07]

North America Water Dispensers Market Trends and Key Drivers and Analysis with Top Countries Data | Forecast by 2027

Market Analysis and Insights:- North America Water Dispensers Market

North America Water Dispensers Market,  By Type (Direct Piping /Point of Use (POU) and Bottled Water Dispensers),  Cooling Capacity (2nLtr/Hr, 3 Ltr/Hr, 5 Ltr/Hr and More Than 5 Ltr/Hr), Storage Capacity (20 liters, 40 liters, 80 liters, 120 liters,  150 liters, 380 liters and Others), Dimension (315X330X490 MM, 400X400X1060 MM, 440X440X1185 MM, 665X485X1210 MM, 755X575X1240 MM, 812X612X1210 MM and others), Water Type (Combined, Hot Water, Cold Water, Normal Water), Color (Black, Silver, White, Others), Compartment-Type Water Cooler (With Refrigerated Compartment And Without Refrigerated Compartment), Distribution Channel (Direct, Supermarkets/Hypermarkets, Specialty Stores, E-Commerce And Others), Application  (Residential, Corporate Offices, Schools/University Hospitals, Hotels, Restaurants and Bars, Industrial  and Others),  Country (U.S., Canada, Mexico) Industry Trends and  Forecast to 2027

Market Analysis and Insights: North America Water Dispensers Market

Water dispensers market is expected to gain market growth in the forecast period of 2020 to 2027. Data Bridge Market Research analyses that the market is growing at a CAGR of 7.0% in the forecast period of 2020 to 2027and expected to reach USD 827,457.03 thousand by 2027. Increasing demand of clean water for consumer consumption at hotels are the factors for the market growth.

Asia-Pacific region is dominating due to the population of the countries like China and India is very huge and the increasing requirement of instant hot and cold water among individuals and it is the reason why the usage of paper bags has increased in the region.

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 This Water Dispensers Market report provides details of market share, new developments, and product pipeline analysis, impact of domestic and localised market players, analyses opportunities in terms of emerging revenue pockets, changes in market regulations, product approvals, strategic decisions, product launches, geographic expansions, and technological innovations in the market. To understand the analysis and the market scenario contact us for an Analyst Brief, our team will help you create a revenue impact solution to achieve your desired goal.

North America Water Dispensers Market Scope and Market Size

North America water dispensers market is segmented on the basis of type, cooling capacity, storage capacity, dimension, water type, color, compartment-type water cooler, distribution channel and application. The growth among segments helps you analyse niche pockets of growth and strategies to approach the market and determine your core application areas and the difference in your target markets.

On     the basis of type, the market is segmented into with direct piping/point     of use (POU) and bottled water dispensers. In North America, the demand of     direct piping/point of use (POU) segment is dominating because the growing     demands of the inbuilt systems at households.

On     the basis of cooling capacity, the market is segmented into 2 Ltr/Hr, 3     Ltr/Hr, 5 Ltr/Hr and more than 5Ltr/Hr. In North America, more than     5LTR/HR is dominating due to huge demand of large capacity of water     dispensers at schools and hospitals.

On     the basis of storage capacity, the market is segmented into 20 liters, 40     liters, 80 liters, 120 liters, 150 liters, 380 liters and others. In North     America, the demand of 20 liters has been growing very rapidly due to the     maximum usage in the water dispensers manufacturing process.

On     the basis of dimension, the market is segmented into 315X330X490 MM, 310X345X996     MM, 370 X380X1000MM, 400X400X1060 MM, 440X440X1185 MM, 665X485X1210 MM,     755X575X1240 MM, 812X612X1210 MM, other. In North America, the 315X330X490     MM is dominating in the market because of increasing demand of this     dimension of water dispensers at households due to limited space which     increases the demand of water dispensers.

 Water Dispensers Market Country Level Analysis

North America market is analysed and market size information is provided by country, type, cooling capacity, storage capacity, dimension, water type, color, compartment-type water cooler, distribution channel and application as referenced above.

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 The countries covered in the water dispensers market report are U.S., Canada and Mexico in North America.

North America water dispensers market is dominating in the market due to the harsh weather conditions which requires clean hot and cold water for healthy living of consumers.

The country section of the report also provides individual market impacting factors and changes in regulation in the market domestically that impacts the current and future trends of the market. Data points such as new sales, replacement sales, country demographics, regulatory acts and import-export tariffs are some of the major pointers used to forecast the market scenario for individual countries. Also, presence and availability of North America brands and their challenges faced due to large or scarce competition from local and domestic brands, impact of sales channels are considered while providing forecast analysis of the country data.

Competitive Landscape and Water Dispensers Market Share Analysis

North America water dispensers market competitive landscape provides details by competitor. Details included are company overview, company financials, revenue generated, market potential, investment in research and development, new market initiatives, global presence, production sites and facilities, company strengths and weaknesses, product launch, clinical trials pipelines, brand analysis, product approvals, patents, product width and breadth, application dominance, technology lifeline curve. The above data points provided are only related to the companies’ focus related to North America water dispensers market.

The major players covered in the report are Honeywell International Inc, Emerson Electric Co., Merck KGaA , PRIMO WATER COOPERATION, BRITA GmbH, Waterlogic Holdings Limited, Affordable Water, Aqua-Fine, Inc., WHIRLPOOL CORPORATION, YUYAO KOKO INTERNATIONAL TRADING CO. among other domestic and global players. DBMR analysts understand competitive strengths and provide competitive analysis for each competitor separately.

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For instance, 

In January 2020, Honeywell     International Inc. done a partnership with Charlotte Hornets in order to     expand business. The partnership helps the company to expand across     various countries which also increase the goodwill of the business.

In     March 2019, YUYAO KOKO INTERNATIONAL TRADING CO., LTD. had participated at     the Indonesia Exhibition. The exhibition helped in increasing the sales     which also generates revenue of the business.

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