#the con artist sneak peek

[gurugirl]

The Con Artist Part 6 Sneak Peek

coming Wednesday, February 22 @ 3pm CST

This isn't much but it's all I'm giving you. There's too much going on in the next part and I don't want to give anything away. Everything is going to change for them in part 6.

Part 6 is at 13.5k words currently. I still need to proofread and edit but it'll be another long one. Xoxo

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“Can you be quiet, Y/n?” Harry pushed himself up so he could look down at you.

“What?” You were still dazed out and bleary-brained so you weren’t exactly sure what he was asking.

Harry grinned and kissed your lips softly and pushed your nose with his, “When I fuck you. Can you keep it down?”

You brought your hands up to the back of his neck and nodded with a chuckle, “I’m sure I can.”

Harry breathed a laugh as he sat up moving off the bed, “Because you’re on the loud side of vocal and I’ve got my doubts.”

You sat up when Harry got off the bed and you scoffed, “What?! I am not!”

Harry just walked toward his closet with a cocky grin on his face before opening the door and disappearing inside.

You hopped off the bed and followed him, “I am not that loud, Harry. And I know how to keep it down if I need to.”

Harry turned back to you with a small leather toiletry bag and brought a hand up to the side of your neck and patted, “You’re very loud, dear. Just means I’m doing it right. Wouldn’t matter, though. It wouldn’t stop me. Mathias is a grown man. He’ll understand.”

“Dear? Don’t be condescending to me, Harry. I’m not that loud. You’re exaggerating and you’re not that good – don’t get too cocky,” you moved to the side when Harry removed his hand from you and began to walk past.

You followed Harry back into the room and he sat at the edge of his bed, “M’not exaggerating. Dear. And I’m not being condescending or cocky. I’m right."

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[kingofooo]

standee design by writer/storyboard artist Hanna K. Nyström

design cleanup by color supervisor Carolyn Ramirez

ADVENTURE TIME at SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON 2023!

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WARNER BROS. TELEVISION SCREENINGS

WEDNESDAY, JULY 19th at 6:00pm – 9:30pm

Ballroom 20

Comic-Con and Warner Bros. Television proudly continue our annual Preview Night tradition featuring the world premiere of the highly anticipated series Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake, alongside all-new episodes of Riverdale and Teen Titans Go!, and screenings of Mrs. Davis and Superpowered: The DC Story.

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MAX ORIGINAL ANIMATION

THURSDAY, JULY 20th at 11:00am – 12:30pm

Ballroom 20

Max Original Animation celebrates new and returning animated series' including an expansion in the Adventure Time universe, Adventure Time: Fionna & Cake; a new animated series, Young Love, based on the characters from Matthew A. Cherry and Sony Pictures Animation’s Oscar-winning animated short, Hair Love; and a preview of the upcoming fourth season for the fan-favorite Harley Quinn. The panel will feature exclusive sneak peeks, surprise panelists, and more. Moderated by Damian Holbrook (TV Guide magazine).

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SUPERSONIC: The 15th Annual Behind-The-Music Panel

THURSDAY, JULY 20th at 10:00am – 11:00am

Room 25ABC

Get a behind-the-scenes look at what goes into creating the scores and sounds to some of today's most popular TV series and films. Panelists include Phil McGowan (score mixer, Star Trek: Picard), Amanda Jones (composer, American Horror Stories, ADVENTURE TIME: FIONNA & CAKE), Chris Bacon (composer, Wednesday), Sherri Chung (composer, Gremlins: Secrets of the Mogwai), Kurt Farquhar (composer, The Proud Family: Louder and Prouder), and Michael Yezerski (composer, Cabinet of Curiosities).

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#Adventure Time #adventure time: fionna & cake #comiccon #Amanda Jones #Hanna K Nyström #Carolyn Ramirez #sdcc #sdcc2023

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks, @jennaispunk, for the tag last week!

Here are 2 WIPs I've got going on this week. Very different vibes.

The first is a spicy excerpt from Winner Takes All //Javier Pena x reader fic where he gets seduced and scammed by a con artist.

You move to flick off your black stilettos, but Javier kneels between your legs, and with a hand on your ankle, he stops the motion. "Keep those on for me, baby."

Your stomach does a flip at the sultry command, and you obey, relaxing against the mattress. Still knelt between your legs, Javier's hands rub up the back of your calves, over the top of your thighs, and stop in between them, just below the apex.

He spreads your legs apart, revealing your soaked, glistening cunt. "Goddamn," he moans, so needy it sounds almost painful, "let me taste you," he begs. "Please."

And here's a sneak peek of Before the Sun Rises // Chapter 2 coming later this week. (Joel Miller x reader)

When the other man noticed the crowd, he took a break from unpacking, wiping the sweat from his brow, and walked over. At first, you were wary; he approached with a stern look, brows creased in confusion as to whom the people were huddled around his brother and baby.

But then he realized you were friendly neighbors, come to welcome them to the neighborhood. He introduced himself as Joel, shook your parents’ hands, and smiled at you. Then Joel gently removed his baby from Tommy’s grasp and cradled her in his arms before kneeling down to your eye level. “Hey there,” he said soft and warm, “wanna meet my baby girl? Her name’s Sarah. What’s yours?”

The care with which he handled his daughter and the adoration that laced his every word melted away any reservations you’d had about the man just moments prior.

Finally, you offered him your own name, and he answered, “Nice to meet you. I’m Joel," and then gave you the most tenderhearted smile you had ever seen....

Find the series and more on my Masterlist

Tagging some cuties who may also want to show off what they're working on or anything else they might want to share :) @katiexpunk @alwaysmicado @littlemisspascal @morallyinept @jennaispunk

#wip #pedro pascal characters #joel miller fanfiction #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena narcos #narcos #joel miller tlou

[lorata]

I’m now just imagining Lyme and Brutus comparing stats and mocking each other over how many capitolites think they could take them in a fight. Misha definitely fans the flames somehow

re: this post

I wanted to get this done before the holidays, but my brain took a vacation, so. here's a late gift for everyone. enjoy!

It starts, as with so many things, with an envelope. Delivered with the monthly mail, wrapped in a crimson ribbon, containing a scant few sheafs of paper. Ronan, designated handler of unassigned packages deemed safe by the VA, slides his bone-handled knife along the top edge and removes the contents. He pauses while everyone in the room pretends they’re not trying to peek.

Misha has gotten better at her poker face. Not that she was ever bad at lying — she won her Games with the best damn grift the Arena had seen in a decade — but for a dedicated con artist who can, and has, literally fooled everyone around her to save her life, a ridiculous urge to gloat passes over her when the stakes are low. Devon will catch her peeking around corners or spying from the windows or cackling like a cartoon villain from behind the sofa just because it’s funny.

“You could get away with it if you didn’t do this,” he said once, when her wide grinning over a prank on Callista got her resigned to cat-box duty for an entire week. “I watched your Games in Residential. You even had the trainers fooled. Do you want to get caught?”

“Yes,” Misha said with exaggerated patience. “It’s half the fun. Some tricks are good when they’re anonymous, but most of them are better when they know who played them.” Then she snapped the top of the garbage bag open and closed so the scent of cat turds wafted up into Devon’s face, and he kicked her in the shin.

They agreed ahead of time, though. This one is only funny if it’s organic, and he made Misha swear. No gloating, no grinning, not a hint that they’re involved.

“Uh, okay, sure, but you’re the one who confesses to Daddy any time you think you’ll get in trouble,” Misha scoffed. “So maybe worry less about me.”

Sometimes he thinks Misha hit her head in the Arena.

But for now, Misha’s sneaking glances like the rest of them but also using the distraction to nick one of Callista’s brandy chocolates (which are also … BDSM-themed? one of them has handcuff-shaped drizzle, and that one is, okay well that’s just a buttplug). Devon definitely stares at Misha too long, which would usually be a tell, but this time it’s because she took the strawberry vibrator truffle and his brain refuses to process the entire scenario.

(Earlier Emory ate the vanilla clitoris Callista offered her without even blinking, and he knows he and Misha will be debating whether she recognized it for the next three days.)

“Fascinating,” Ronan says, blank-faced to the end, and passes the envelope to his left without another word. Devon wants to be him when he grows up.

Brutus, next in line — perfect, excellent, thank you Ronan — stares at the paper for a long time. Turns it over, holds it close to squint at it (he will never get glasses, but probably should have five years ago), before finally recoiling like a wet cat and exploding: “Well this is some bullshit!”

Devon loves his mentor so much.

“Give me that.” Lyme snatches the paper away, then reads aloud in an incredulous voice: “‘Which of the following Victors, if any, do you think you could beat in a fight if you were unarmed?’ … What the fuck?”

“It’s a Capitol poll.” Ronan, placidly signing a stack of photographs, adds. “They aggregated the data. You can see the full methodology on the last page. It’s quite fascinating.”

“Social science,” Adessa sniffs dismissively.

“7% of Capitol citizens think they could beat you barehanded,” Ronan continues in the same helpful tone, to which Adessa sits bolt upright and hisses out I beg your fucking pardon in a tone of such icy poison that everyone in the room reflexively sits back.

Devon does not make eye contact with Misha — if he does they’re made, they’re done for, it’s the end of the fucking line — but she has to know. They cannot get caught now. Adessa will skin them and use their hide for tasteful sofa cushion covers. It’s the most fun he’s had in months.

“Poor Seeder is at the bottom,” Lyme says, which, yeah, okay. There are older Victors, but she’s the only one who never made a single kill. “Respect to the 33% who think they couldn’t take her, though. Some decent self-reflection there.”

Brutus has his thundercloud face on, and Misha cocks her head to the side. “Who’s at the top?”

Lyme’s grin turns sharp. Claudius, not an idiot, catches on. “Oh, hey, yeah, boss, who’s at the top? Who’s the one nobody says they can fight?”

“Nobody, technically.” Lyme tosses the envelope to Claudius. “2% of Capitol citizens think they can win a fight against me.” She pauses long enough to give it significant weight. “Without weapons. But five percent think they can take the big guy over there.”

Misha lets out a laugh so startled and delighted it’s obvious she didn’t fix the numbers. Devon watches as Brutus squints at her, then huffs in irritation, satisfied at her genuine reaction.

And he’s right, is the thing. Misha didn’t sabotage Brutus’ numbers — Devon did.

Each of them agreed to a limit of one interference, and made a pact not to boost their own mentor in the ranks, as that would be far too obvious. What Misha clearly did not understand, but Devon does, is that as much as he idolizes his mentor, killing Brutus’ results is far, far funnier.

And now it’s Claudius’ turn to frown at the results. “Huh,” he says slowly. “More people think they can fight me than —“

To his credit, he stops, but nobody in this room was Reaped yesterday. Petra pushes herself off her chair and snatches the papers out of his hands without a word. “Interesting,” she says crisply. “Innnnteresting. 45% for Claudius, 38% for me.”

Huh indeed. Petra is very much a badass, but Devon would swear that nobody in the Capitol remembers the girl with the mace, covered with blood and screaming for survival —

Misha catches his eye and twitches her eyelid in the briefest of winks before turning back to her autographs.

Huh. Looks like both of them did something unexpected with their given sabotage.

“Okay look.” Claudius holds up both hands. “You are a stone-cold badass. You hold the kill record, I am not arguing your numbers. But forty-five? Half? Half the Capitol thinks they could take me?”

“Perhaps they read the question incorrectly,” Callista suggests. Lyme chokes on her brandy and gives her an absolutely murderous glare, but Claudius only blinks at her. And yeah, the day Claudius gets a sex joke on the first try is the day Lyme dances ballet in a tutu. “Never mind, darling.”

Petra scans the rest of the page, nose wrinkled. “23% think they could defeat Odair. It’s an even spread of 30% for the One siblings. Did they even watch the Games, or just buy the fashion spreads?”

A shared look flickers across the gathering, quick as lightning, before Petra glances up. “The people remember what they want to remember,” Odin says, an understatement for the century, but Petra screws up her face in distaste and does not argue. He glances over her shoulder, eyebrows creeping into his hair. “And we must assume there is something of the ego, as well. 12% for me, my goodness.”

The packet makes it around the circle with mostly predictable results, a few outliers — far too many people think they could fight Emory, a fact she takes with good grace and Petra with outrage, and Johanna Mason apparently has the Capitol unduly terrified for a woman her size. There’s a tense moment when Enobaria learns she’s second on the list to Lyme and everyone braces for a scrap, but she only scoffs.

“They’re afraid of carbs.” Enobaria rolls her eyes. “They think a seven-minute workout will give them muscles like Nero. They don’t know anything. If we really want to know who’s stronger we can take it outside anytime.” Lyme raises her glass in salute, a rare moment of camaraderie.

“So,” Devon says that night, curled around Misha under the quilt. They’ve cracked the window for air, and crickets sing in the grass below. “Did you tank Claudius, or boost Petra?”

Her cheek stretches in a smile against his forehead. “I’m not telling.”

“I can’t believe people actually think they can beat any of us in a fight, though. Even Caleb, or Woof. Have you seen him when he’s sleeping?” Devon yawns. “You walk past his chair and he’ll crack your kneecap with that truncheon he keeps in his cupholder.”

“Eh. It was good fun. Plus it’s nice to remind everyone we’re dangerous.” Misha runs her fingers through Devon’s hair, nails dragging lightly across his scalp. “We could kill them all, if we wanted. We just choose not to. That’s why they pretend like they could fight us.”

There’s something about that, Devon thinks, something Brutus wouldn’t like, but Misha’s hand is soothing and his blanket cocoon is warm, and he sinks into sleep before the thought can fully form. If he forgets in the morning it can’t be that important, anyway.

#lorata answers #anonymous #we must be killers: tales from district 2 #my writing #prompt fill

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Fics to Update (Flashfam Edition) Pt. 4

Almost There: Everyone always knew Bart was eccentric, but the family becomes concerned when he starts talking to someone that doesn’t exist.

Human Cannery Co. : Conner helps Thad redeem himself.

Sweet Honey Bee: Bart tries to uncover the seemingly sinister deeds going on at the campus while visiting Thad's art school.

Traveler's Guide to Yesterday: Owen is stranded in his present (a time he's never been to) while traveling through the past in search of his soul mate. He needs a con artist's help to repair his timepiece and return to the past.

#my polls #fic #flashfam #bart allen #owen mercer #thad thawne #linda park #barry allen #iris west #don allen #dawn allen #jeven ognats #digger harkness #wally west #jenni ognats #conner kent #kon el #president thawne #axel walker #lisa snart #leonard snart #evan mcculloch #mark mardon #flash rogues

[thepaintedlady00]

Alright here's the vote results for Nightshade Chapter 16's sneak peek! Sorry it took me longer than expected, my Internet has been going a bit haywire 😅

Y'all tied it so I decided instead of giving you guys 2 peeks I would just give you a peek that somewhat meets in the middle of both 😂 It's unedited so there might be some mistakes! Enjoy though!

Jake's leg bounced nervously as he twisted the card between his fingertips. Not like he was new to doing dumb shit, but this… This was stupid. He kept repeating what Lena said, that it didn't matter to her if he decided not to join them, but somehow that just made him more confused. 

Simone would be livid if she found out. When, he corrected. Keeping a secret from her was impossible, especially one like this. Guilt made his chest feel heavy, restricting every breath he tried to pull into his lungs. The last time he did this, Simone was scared… She was heartbroken, thinking he was abandoning her after all she had gone through with Etienne, Tess, and Howard. He couldn't make her feel like that again. 

Jake knew he wasn't abandoning her, but the memory of her raw, vulnerable expression of support was enough. At the expense of the cook's respect for him, he hadn't been able to go through with it then with Scott. Why did he think now would be any different? A soft noise drew his eyes up at the man standing beside him, with long hair and slightly wrinkled skin. He bowed. "Is this seat taken?"

"Knock yourself out," Jake replied, still feeling breathless by the crushing weight of this choice.

The man sat, dark eyes looking at the card in his hands. "Are you a fan of the gardens?"

Jake's brows scrunched together. "What?"

He pointed to the card. "The Hill and Pond garden. A staple of Japanese culture is the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens. Are you a fan of this place?"

"Oh," he looked at the card again, shaking his head. "I haven't been."

"Ah, this is your first visit, then?"

This guy was getting kind of annoying. "Yeah."

The man settled in his seat with a smile. "Who is the woman?"

"What?"

"You do not seem the type to enjoy a random trip to a garden," he replied. "I mean no disrespect, of course."

Jake stared at this stranger for a minute before he shook his head again, slightly frustrated that he was even entertaining his questions. Months ago, he would've already told this freak to fuck off. He blamed Lena. Blamed her infectious curiosity and annoying kind-hearted nature. Eventually, he answered, still displeased with the whole situation. "It's not like that. I'm supposed to meet with some people about a business opportunity."

The man nodded. "Ahh, a great blessing."

"Yeah, if I show up."

"Do you not want to?"

"That's not…" He sighed. "I don't know what I want."

The stranger shook his head and held his cane tighter as the bus shifted. "I do not think that is true."

Jake scoffed. "Whatever."

The old man shifted in his seat, looking at Jake with understanding. It caught him off guard for a second. "May I offer you some advice?"

He didn't know what this stranger's deal was. Maybe he was some fake psychic con artist or just crazy, but at this point, Jake figured, what the hell. "Sure."

"It can be dangerous, walking through this life uncertain of where you are heading. Unsteady feet make it easy for others to sway you down paths you do not belong on."

Jake pulled his lips together, nodding along with the nonsense the man spoke. He held in a laugh. "That's vague."

The man laughed. "Life is often vague. Especially so when you are following the path of another."

"You think I'm not on my own path?"

"I know it," he replied. "I was like you once. Confused. Angry. Uncertain."

"And how'd you figure it out?"

The man touched a small pin on his front coat pocket and smiled. "I had the guidance of a very wise friend."

Jake looked away from him and sighed. "Well, I don't have many of those."

"You have more than you think."

#fic: nightshade #sweetbitter fic #sweetbitter fanfiction #sweetbitter jake #jake sweetbitter #sweetbitter #jake x oc #sweetbitter jake x oc #sneak peek #chapter 16

[daystarvoyage]

UPDATE Hope everyone's Having a Starry Day On The Voyage,

YES, The Video was SUPPOSE TO DROP TODAY however an Artist has a life to provide, getting ready for a certain con in May, having to look for income.

(COSPLAY ANNOUCEMENT SOON)

Don't worry about it cause coming up, This video is in the editing oven Possibly realising on April 6th before The Day of the Owl House Finale on April 8th.

Yes The Hot topic video on the Owl House will be all About

Luz Noceda Being The Designatied Baglady.

Bust down satchelina lol

A Character analysis of her flaws, From her personality, Lying, stability in a future Relationship and Writing as a whole, I was gonna go into the poc Unresolved tokenism, I feel that's gonna be another video discussion, but take heed the video will be uploaded tomorrow or April 8th

along with another update on My Movie fanfic coming this year so very excited to share future news cause I love the series however, it does have its flaws in writing & progression also another discussion down on my notes

HERE'S A SNEAK PEEK OF MY THUMBNAIL cATCH YOU ON THE FLIP SIDE MY DAYSTARS.

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[royalnightshadeart]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, what is this? A sneak peek at some fanart we'll have at Awesome-Con in DC? WHICH STARTS TOMORROW? 😱😆 You'll just have to come to the Artist Alley table E16 to see it all~! 💜

#royalnightshadeart #awesomecon #stamprally #artists #artistalley #fantasy #fantasyart #comics #queerart #lgbtq #lgbt #monsters #greekmythology #fantasyillustration #magic #designs #creepycool #Hades #yugioh #fanart #QuelArt #voltart #Archive2023 #rnart

[shadowlight17]

CloneShipping Big Bang Sneak Peek!

Here is the sneak peek for Squad Two!! @cloneshippingbigbang

So excited to bring this to you all! It's my first time podficcing so this will be fun! PRESENTING With @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan as Author. And as Artists @artoforesteia, myself, and Lightning Dropkick (who is also Beta). Fic Title:

Time is an Illusion, The Galaxy Makes No Sense

Rated: Mature. Word Count: 50,300

Pairings: Brill(OC)/Boss, OC/Fixer, OC/Sev, OC/Scorch

Tags: Temporary Character Death (Boss), Game Mechanic Shenanigans, Brain Surgery, Clone Commandos, Republic Commando, Alternate Universe, A/B/O,  Clone Trooper Discrimination, Clone Troopers Deserve Better, Sheev Palpatine is His Own Warning, Yandere Clone Troopers, Dark Clone Troopers, OC/Boss, OC/Scorch, OC/Fixer, OC/Sev, Possessive Clone Troopers, Dub Con, mentions of non con off screen, The Force, Magic-ish

Major Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Dubcon.

Summary:

Boss has an Unusual Defect, one that makes it seem like he can travel back in time to a point in the past. Usually, once he has been healed up at a bacta tank dispenser. One of the things that he realizes is, not only is he shifting through time, he is shifting through Alternate Dimensions and Timelines, most of them are very similar to the ones that he originally came from, and some of them are very different. But as a Commando, he was trained to roll with the punches, and flying blaster bolts, and is determined to keep his squad alive. No matter how many times he has to die in order to get a happier ending.

Snippet and Sneak Peek below!

He... pauses and listens, asking questions and slowly following after Sev. Quiet and determined- and interested in that cure- and offering his help, in what little can, what with knowing only enough medical stuff to patch himself and his vode 'e up mid- and post-battle.

Still- Sev encouraged his interesting Other Things- rather than eyeing his blaster with the desperate gaze that he's seen in other vod'e- he's still on Being Watched- for... Suicidal Ideation. Just in case. Boss listens and learns much as the geneticists allow him to of the testing and what they are doing- them finding the Cure- and then later a shelf-stable version of it.

One that he very studiously learns how to make- his joints, oh, how they ache and crack, even though getting the rapid aging cure helps, he is still suffering the after-effects of the rapid aging, before it had been shifted to normal nat-born aging rates for a near-human species.

Still- during one of the times that they are helping the Rebels out with administrative tasks, teaching tactics, and whatnot, which helps them, most of these nat-borns are very painfully civilian.

It's interesting, teaching other skills to fight and defend and tactics to kill and harm. Then the alarm klaxons ring, and as the Empire descends on them, Boss makes sure to help others evacuate and fight.

He sees Sev get dragged on a transport- who turns to look- eyes widening in alarm as he sees Boss not on the ship as the last transport takes flight while he is still on the ground- Sev is trying to move there is noise and light and heat and pain... light, darkness, and a howling silence.

Boss's eyes snap open and his eyes flicker around swiftly as he tries to assess where he is, when it is, and what's going on. He mentally frowns as he looks around, everything seems... bigger- and he notices the harsh white walls and blinding- not blinding lights.

Kamino. Why the kark is he all the way on Kamino? That doesn't make sense- he should be somewhere in Kashyyyk not on Kamino. Perhaps it was because it had been so long since he had done a Return?

Hm... Finishing using the bacta tank dispenser on Kamino he walks- almost wobbling, Sweet karking force how young is he? He finds a mirror and sees a cadet just barely out of decanting peer at him in the mirror.

Well, kriff. He's back years in the past- before the start of the War, and well before the Rise of the Empire- and the fall of the Republic. Which had been more decaying into the Empire- but alas, such quibbles are for those that care about politics and mega-conglomerations.

One of the first things that the tubie-cadet Commandos are taught is how to use the bacta tank dispensers. The only times they are sent to the medics are for is when they get shots and their annual medical checks that all vod'e have to take.

#delta squad #republic commando #oc/canon #cloneshipping event #cloneshipping big bang #CSBB22 #cloneshipping Big Bang 2022-23 #podfic #star wars art #Alternate Universe #cloneshipping

[matchagator]

Hustlers: Wine Country

A peaceful hustle at one of Napa Valley's most luxurious vineyards turns into a messy mingle between our beloved femme fatals and our mischievous maknaes.

*Make sure to check out pervious episodes to follow the story. Let us know how you're liking the story so far by leaving a comment 😊*

{I'm thinking of revamping the Hustlers banner. Leave a comment if you'd like to see an updated version for the next episode or if you like the original.}

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con artists

{Word Count:} 10k

{Warning} Sexual Content, Drugging, Mature Language, Manipulation, Mild Violence, Sexual Harassment, and Alcohol

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Hustlers Episode Order:

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

Episode 4: Wine Country

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BIG FISH: Changbin

LOCATION: Napa Valley, California

The sun was bright as the elusive trio strutted up the steps of the most luxurious chateau in all of Napa Valley. Emmy pouted her lips as she checked her makeup in a small compact mirror before swiftly clicking it shut and slipping it into her clutch. Her hair swayed in the warm breeze, flowing behind her as the soft burgundy material of her sarong fluttered. She wore a matching top to the simple floral pattern of her skirt, enjoying the satin caresses on her skin along the trim of her attire. 

“You made our reservation, right?” Emmy glanced to her left, eyeing their more intellectual counterpart wearing a vibrant dress with colorful abstract stripes. 

Jade peeled her gaze from the large estate, her mouth slightly a gap from the details in the architecture as she met the stares of the other women of her group. “Yeah, I put it under Ruby’s information.”

Ruby outwardly grumbled as she stomped up the last series of steps leading to the entrance of the vineyard. “Why didn’t you use your name?” Her ringlets bounced as she reached the last step, turning on her heels while placing her hands on her hips covered in a white and rust-colored ruffle dress. 

“I’m keeping the guide busy while Emmy sneaks away to steal the bottle.” Jade reminded them since in other situations, Ruby would have been the one to seek the valuable and retrieve it. 

Ruby looked back at the building, her imagination painting vivid images of the delicious content hidden just behind the stucco. “And Emmy is getting the wine because…?”

Emmy looked toward Jade, wondering why she insisted their usual roles were rearranged. Normally, she would have been distracting the tour guide while Ruby slipped away, leaving Jade to make sure everything went according to plan and improvise any necessary adjustments in their favor.

“Because the only knowledge either of you has about wine is drinking it and Emmy is short enough to leave unnoticed.”

“Hey!” Emmy protested. “I’m not that short.” She huffed crossing her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at Jade. “Plus, you don’t need knowledge to distract a man. You need these.” She gestured to her breasts, smirking proudly when she caught the subtle cleavage peeking out from her blouse. 

“And what if the guide is a woman?” Jade challenged, digging through her clutch before pulling out a folded piece of paper. “You’ll need this, it’s the map.”

Ruby and Emmy were surprised as the face of their operation unfolded the small map, flickering over the layout of the chateau. “How did you get this?” Ruby was leaning over Emmy’s shoulder looking at the 2D visual. 

“I’ve got my ways. I was just able to get them last night.” Jade grinned proudly before realizing they were wasting time discussing the plans of their mission. “Come on, we can’t miss our time slot.” She stepped around her friends, peering back at them to make sure they followed suit, and stashed the map away from prying eyes. 

Emmy quickly tucked the paper away in her clutch, clicking her heels against the smooth stone pavement as she caught up with the technical genius of their group. Ruby sighed, rolling her eyes before joining them as she anticipated the soul-sucking torture of touring the grounds without being able to sneak away and steal a bottle for her own enjoyment. 

Jade reached the decorated doors of the chateau and pulled them open allowing Emmy and Ruby to step in first. Emmy skimmed the rich ambiance of the lobby, spotting a check-in desk for the tours with a cluster of individuals off to the side near the main hallway of the rest of the house. Her sparkling irises drank in a sharply dressed man standing amongst the group. Her journey down the solid, crisp white shirt over his sculpted shoulders moved to his waist hidden by the loose button-up tucked into the black trousers that accentuated the shape of his toned thighs and ass. 

“Oh shit,” Ruby whispered under her breath, catching the attention of her two companions. “They’re here.”

Emmy furrowed her brow, sneaking a quick glance toward Ruby and following her gaze back to the group of patrons waiting in the lobby. She quickly felt the blood drain from her face as the man she was previously checking out turned ever so slightly and peeked over his shoulder back at them. Her nails dug into the clutch tucked between her arm and frame as the familiar smug grin of Jungkook flashed back at her. 

Jade felt her shoulders become tense as she made eye contact with Taehyung and Jimin, the two men who compromised her and stole from her in the same manner Emmy would steal from others. “We can’t let them get that bottle.” She declared, sharpening her stare in the direction of the soft features of Jimin, ignoring how good he looked in the textured black suit with solid black pants. 

Ruby hardened her expression, letting the moment of surprise disappear without a trace as she cleared her throat. “I guess I’ll check us in.” She announced before confidently walking to the desk, flicking her stare toward the three men as if she were unbothered by their presence. 

Emmy and Jade moved further into the lobby, stepping toward the huddled group since they seemed to be part of the tour. Emmy had her lips pressed tightly together, agitation festering in her stomach as they drew closer to the offending existence of Jungkook. She was vividly reminded of their time on the flight to Tokyo until she passed out from the combination of exhaustion and alcohol running through her system. Her cheeks became inflamed as she remembered Jungkook had kept her distracted from helping Jade retrieve the program that Jimin stole in the end. She refused to let them stand in her way again and certainly wouldn’t give Jungkook the time of day. 

Jade peered over at the men, her stare fixated on Taehyung as he played with a toothpick between his lips, twisting the thin stick with his teeth as he grinned in her direction. She snapped her gaze away, feeling a similar pit in her stomach when she realized he took advantage of her naivety back in Las Vegas. She turned so that her back was facing them, hoping to block them out and keep her mood from reflecting the frustration she felt towards them being there. “Just ignore them, they’re only going to make a fool of themselves when we find the bottle first.”

Emmy clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, adjusting her stance as she cocked her hip. “You’re right, and even if they find it first, it won’t be difficult to throw them off their game.” She flicked her hair from her shoulder, fixing the material of her blouse and bringing the neckline down to show off her assets a little more. 

Jade rolled her eyes, chuckling under her breath at her friend’s default method of winning, especially against the male population. She was startled as a strong hand slid across her back, curling over her shoulder as the handsome features of Jungkook blocked her view of Emmy. “Well, isn’t this a lovely surprise…” His other arm was wrapped around Emmy, pulling her in close as his hand gripped their arm firmly. “My favorite little trio.”

Emmy scoffed as she slapped his arm from around her, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are you guys stalking us?” She hissed, narrowing her eyes at him as Taehyung and Jimin joined him. 

Taehyung had his hands shoved in the pockets of his copper trousers that matched perfectly with his suit jacket. He tilted his head with amusement shining behind his stupid smile. “I’m pretty sure we got here first, sweetheart.” His thumb came up to swipe against his bottom lip as he kept his smirk at bay. “I guess you just couldn’t get enough of us, huh?” He chuckled under his breath despite himself, entertained by the fire that sparked from both women. 

Jungkook clicked his lip piercing against his teeth as he bit his lip while the corners of his mouth betrayed him when they curled into his cheeks. “Maybe we can find another lavatory to sneak off to.” 

“What?”

“Fuck you.” Jade and Emmy spoke over each other, one clearly confused about what Jungkook meant by that comment, and the other pissed that he was referring to that secret moment of weakness in front of their comrades. 

The men seemed smug from Emmy’s response as Jungkook stepped forward, getting into her personal space. “I already did, baby girl, but don’t worry, I’m always willing to do it again.” 

Jade’s brows furrowed together as she placed the context of his innuendo and realized what he was insinuating from the smug demeanor of himself and his partners to the frigid attitude of Emmy. She quickly stepped in, pulling her friend away from the three idiots. “Well, we need to go…anywhere else. Excuse us.” She linked her arm with Emmy’s and swiftly left the men to their own devices as she sought out Ruby until they were forced to endure a tour alongside the additional obstacles in the way of their goal. “So let me get this straight…while I got screwed over back in Tokyo, you were literally getting screwed?” 

Emmy glared at Jade as they gathered back up with Ruby who heard the tail end of the question. Her brows lifted on her forehead as her wide eyes flicked between the two. “Ugh, I don’t want to talk about it.” Emmy groaned, shooting a glare over her shoulder, hoping the daggers she threw at Jungkook would cause him even an ounce of pain. 

“I definitely missed something...” Ruby mentioned, looking toward Jade for some enlightenment on the situation, but only receiving a silent gesture that communicated she would be filled in later. 

—

The tour of the vineyard commenced with the group promenading through the halls of the extravagant chateau, beautifully illuminated by the large glass windows overlooking a courtyard filled with neatly arranged grapevines. The feminine trio fell back as the tour guide passionately described their daily operations, informing guests of the wine-making process. Emmy drank up the sight of their guide, his undeniably built frame accentuated in the crisp white button-up that hugged his muscular frame deliciously. He had a quality apron protecting his clothing as he brought the tour group to a pause right in a beautifully decorated room dripping in modern elegance. 

Emmy smiled in his direction as he glanced over the guests he was responsible for, pushing her chest out as she entertained the man in the only way she knew how. Ruby placed a gentle hand on her shoulder as Jade walked away from them, utilizing the small break to seek out the handsome vintner. 

“This should be interesting.” Ruby grinned in amusement, watching as Jade’s dress swayed with each step as she radiated a confidence the girls usually never associated with their technology-savvy partner in crime.  Emmy narrowed her eyes, watching as wine was poured for sampling, a selection of grapes and cheeses available as accompaniments to the rich alcoholic beverage. 

Emmy quickly snatched up two of the small glass offerings, twisting to face Ruby as she passed one of them off. “It’s free, might as well indulge.” A smirk crawled over Ruby’s features as she brought the glass up to clink against Emmy’s, nodding her head in agreement. 

“Don’t mind if I do.” The two girls took a sizeable gulp of the dark red wine, savoring the sweet sting of the nectar as Ruby eyed an employee walking around with a tray of various cheeses. It only took one glance at each other before they chased after the tray to feed their appetites. 

Meanwhile, Jade managed to make her way toward the tour guide, noticing his name distinctly displayed against the material of his nametag. He was clearly a very athletic man, his love of wine matched perfectly with his fitness goals, creating a very alluring and attractive man. Distracting him should be easy, especially given her extensive knowledge of wines and vineyards.

Once Changbin was clear of guests, Jade swiftly moved to stand beside him, flashing him her most beguiling smile. Changbin’s eyes clearly raked over her figure as he took in the sight of the dainty lady standing elegantly before him. Before he can ask her about her experience so far, Jade mimicked Emmy’s typical actions, tossing her hair back over her shoulder as she offered him a sweet smile.

“It’s Changbin, right?” Jade inquired as she bat her eyelashes, watching happily as Changbin drank her in like a tall glass of wine, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

He politely nodded before turning toward one of the bartops, selecting a small glass of red wine, and holding it out as an offering. “That would be me. May I interest you in a sample of our boldest selection of red wine?” Jade accepted the drink, swirling the liquid seductively before lifting the glass to her lips to steal a taste of the bold flavor. 

Jade gulped back the strong taste as she puckered her lips, enjoying the flavor as Changbin watched intently. “What do you think?” Jade smiled as she looked down at the glass, swirling the liquid once more to observe it carefully. 

“Must be a younger wine given its bitterness. ” She commented softly, watching as Changbin’s eyes widen in wonder. “I bet that has enough tannins to cause headaches.” She giggled. 

Changbin’s expression changed subtly, his curiosity replaced with a good first impression of the female as Jade handed him back the glass. “You must know a thing or two about wine.” He smiled warmly as they continued their discussion, getting interrupted by a few tour guests with simple questions about the winery and their red wine samplings.

Emmy and Ruby stood just beyond the threshold of the large glass windows, taking the opportunity to step out on the terrace to enjoy the large fountains on the property. Ruby was currently savoring a small plate of expensive cheeses as she enjoyed her third sample of wine, smiling brightly at the sight of Jade mingling through the windows on the inside. 

“Looks like our little mouse is doing well after all,” Ruby remarked as Emmy turned her gaze back onto the oldest of the trio. Emmy quickly noticed the manner in which Changbin was engaging in conversation with Jade while equally addressing other guests. 

Emmy glanced around, analyzing her opportunity to sneak off before realizing that this particular location had far too many workers circulating the area. She would clearly be seen if she took her leave, sighing as she brought her wine back up to her lips for another taste. “Let's just hope she can keep it up.” 

As the group concluded their time in the large ballroom, Emmy placed her glass against one of the tabletops, following as the various guests crowded together to follow Changbin’s lead down toward the cellars. 

Emmy assessed the surroundings, her eyes suddenly finding a glimpse of silver metal reflecting from her side. She was annoyed to find Jungkook’s piercing pulling her attention as he leaned against the wall, patiently awaiting the remainder of the tour. He made eye contact with the youngest female hustler, the corners of his lips pulling into a smirk as he nodded his head to the side. Emmy’s features scrunched together as she followed the direction in which he gestured, noticing a sign for the restrooms posted not too far from his location. 

A huff of annoyance slipped between her lips as she quickly turned her attention away from him, leaving Jungkook chuckling mischievously as he pushed off the wall to join Jimin and Taehyung. The tour group proceeded down the lavish halls, descending beneath the property to visit the cellars and basements. 

The clean modern decor from upstairs soon faded into stone walls and polished wooden floors, resembling an elegant rustic lodge as they venture down the corridors toward one of the cellars with oak barrels allowing the wine to age to perfection. 

Changbin began to explain the aging process to the group, allowing Emmy to scan their surroundings. Before she could find a space to sneak off to, she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders as Taehyung leaned in between herself and Ruby, smiling smugly. “Enjoying yourself, ladies?” 

Ruby rolled her eyes dramatically as she scoffed at his touch, shimming his arm off from around her as she sent a piercing glare in his direction. “Not with you breathing all over me.” 

Jungkook walked up from behind Taehyung, chuckling at her reaction as he turned his attention to Emmy. “How about you, baby girl?” The manner in which he said his pet name for her was flirtatious and suggestive, causing her to narrow her eyes in annoyance. “Enjoying that buzz from the wine?” 

His eyes shimmered at the memory of them on the plane, indulging in glasses of alcohol before getting a much-needed taste of each other. Emmy simply offered him a sarcastic smile until her attention was pulled by a cheesy laugh echoing through the corridors. Her eyes flashed toward Jade who is hunched over, laughing hysterically at something that happened ahead of them. “Oh Changbin, great minds really do drink alike.” 

Emmy internally cringed as she processed Jade’s pun, watching her helplessly try to imitate some basic flirting techniques to no avail. Ruby practically slapped her palm against her forehead, feeling the embarrassment seep in as they listened to Jade’s subpar flirting abilities. “I knew it.” Emmy groaned under her breath, knowing it was only a matter of time before Jade fell back into her quirkiness.

Taehyung chuckled loudly between the girls, his eyes latched onto Jade as she tried to pull Changbin’s attention, who was now clearly focused on conversing with other guests. “Yikes.” Taehyung winced, slapping his hand against Jungkook’s back as his eyes shimmered in mischief. “No wonder they let that one do all the flirting.” He gestured toward Emmy with his head before looking over to Jimin who was standing not too far from their current location. 

Emmy simply offered them a glare of vexation before pulling Ruby away from them, noticing that they have more glasses set out for another round of samples. Hopefully, this would lead to another round of socializing, allowing her the perfect opportunity to slip away to retrieve their real target. One of the cellars contained a selection of rare, expensive wines; one of them being a Romanee-Conti 1945 valued over five hundred thousand dollars. 

Jungkook pushed his lip piercing between his teeth, flicking it in amusement as Changbin began offering a sample of one of their dry white wines. Jade giggled endearingly as she tried to keep luring Changbin’s attention, clearly oblivious to her efforts given his need to attend to other guests. “Another glass? Wine not?” Jade offered cutely, leaving Jungkook and Taehyung to laugh once again. 

“Pathetic.” Jungkook chuckled.  Jimin stood beside him innocently as he watched Jade whip out pun after pun of clever wine jokes. While his teammates found her attempts embarrassing and pathetic, he found Jade quite endearing. Jimin smiled to himself, enjoying the way Jade’s eyes seemed to draw him in as she cutely continued her efforts. In a different setting, Jimin would have been all over the opportunity to socialize with Jade, admiring the way her dress hugged her figure. 

Jimin snapped out of his momentary daze as he glanced around, searching for his comrades only to find Jungkook standing beside him, alone. His distraction with Jade caused him to forget why they were even at this vineyard, knowing their end goal was more important than observing the cute actions of a terrible flirt. 

Taehyung completely vanished through the crowd to escape in search of the expensive bottle, knowing that the only way to score would be to seek it out before the girls had a chance to beat them to it. Jungkook glanced over to Jimin, smiling coyly as he moved to retrieve some samples. 

Emmy chugged back most of the wine in her sample glass, acting as if it was a shot to ease her annoyance as she desperately attempted to ignore the nuisances looming around them. It wasn’t until Ruby tapped her shoulder that she turned her attention away from the wine. “Look,” Ruby spoke plainly, glancing back toward Jimin and Jungkook as she observed only two of the members of their rival trio. “Seems one of the snakes got free.” She spoke softly, low enough for only Emmy to hear. 

“Shit.” Emmy cursed under her breath as she pushed her empty glass into Ruby’s hand. She looked around, noticing most guests were distracted in conversation, seeing a perfect opportunity for her to sneak away. She remembered the map of the vineyard that Jade retrieved prior to their visit, knowing that while Taehyung might have a head start, she had the layout of the facility and the code to get into the private cellar. Hopefully, those two elements would give her an upper hand. Worse case, she’d take the bottle from him by force. 

Stepping lightly, Emmy slipped out of sight from the group and got a rush from her sly nature. She swayed her hips in confidence as she fished the map from her purse, gaining a sense of her location compared to the layout. She paused in her stride, taking in the outline of her surroundings to determine her trajectory. As she examined the map, she heard the soft scuffles of boots against the floorboards.

Emmy silently gasped, quickly hiding behind a large barrel to go unnoticed in case it was a worker. She held her breath as she peeked around the barrel to see another individual with a similar apron to their tour guide and sighed as they continued down the corridor in the opposite direction that she was heading. She cautiously stepped back out into the open space and adjusted her attire before correcting her stance.

She turned on her heel and avoided clipping her heels against the flooring to seamlessly make her way through the underground. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she spotted the vaulted area of the wine cellar that presumably housed the esteemed bottle of Romanee Conti. She stashed the map back in her clutch, keeping vigilant for Taehyung or any other obstacles that would be in her way. 

Upon reaching the entrance of the vaulted room, she stood close to the keypad blending into the wall in case someone were to walk by as she snuck into their small fortress. She took one look over her shoulder before pressing in the code for entry, her fingertips creating a pretty little tune with each button tone. She heard the click of the lock sliding open and pulled the handle to swiftly step inside the vault.

As she stepped into the room, she could feel the temperature drop since they keep it refrigerated for long-term storage. Her skin automatically bristled with the abrupt change in the air before she noticed the bright copper suit of Taehyung standing in the middle of the room. “Hold the door!” He yelled, causing Emmy to furrow her brow as he ran towards her with his hand reaching out.

Reflexively she moved out of his way, watching as he dived for the vault door until it shut and she heard a series of small sounds. Taehyung slammed his fist against the surface and groaned in frustration with no regard for the volume. She pulled him away from the door and spun him around, “Are you out of your mind? If you keep that nonsense up, we’ll be caught!”

Taehyung looked annoyed as he hovered in her proximity. “There’s no way out otherwise, sweetheart.” He stepped around her, going back to the opposite side of the room and grabbing a bottle of wine around the neck before sliding to the ground. “Better get comfortable 'cause we’re not leaving until someone finds us.”

Emmy was processing that the noises she heard were the locking mechanism resetting itself as she watched Taehyung settle on the ground cradling the wine with the recognizable label that brought them there in the first place. She had half the mind to steal the bottle from his hands but was distracted by the horrifying reality that she might be stuck in a room with him. “There’s gotta be another way to get out of here.” 

She glanced around the room, finding the walls lined with racks of wine bottles from the ceiling to the ground. She sighed as she pulled open her clutch and dug for her phone. Taehyung noticed the device and rolled his eyes, “I’ve already tried, there’s no reception.”

Emmy didn’t take his word for it until she saw the absence of bars on her signal indicator replaced with a small red “x”. She shoved the phone back into her clutch, snapping the lip shut sharply. “Shit.” She hissed, taking in the environment she would need to endure for an undetermined duration.

“It’s not all bad…I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time.” Taehyung relaxed his posture, letting his legs create an inviting space between his thighs that looked comfortable and alluring all at once. 

Emmy scrunched her nose at his implication, crossing her arms over her chest as she cocked her hip. “I would keep thinking if I were you.”

Taehyung chuckled, subconsciously dragging his thumb across his bottom lip as he grinned mischievously. “I heard it doesn’t take much to change your mind. JK says you had no problem joining the mile-high club after a few drinks, and last time I checked we’re surrounded by very expensive wine.” He winked for good measure and Emmy narrowed her eyes with a spiteful flare in her irises. 

“Fuck you.”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” He chuckled as Emmy groaned, moving to one of the racks and pulling out the first bottle she could find. 

She moved toward him and handed the wine to him. “Make yourself useful.” She demanded, allowing him to take the bottle and examine the wax seal. He glanced at her with a raise of his eyebrows as if questioning why she would want wine when he just teased her for being easy when she drank. “I’m gonna need all the wine to survive however long I’m stuck in here with you.”

—

The tour of the cellars concluded as the group of patrons migrated back upstairs to indulge in another round of wine tasting, this time sampling selections of their specialty wines.  Jade was diligently working on keeping Changbin in conversation, coming on too strong as the handsome tour guide internally recoiled from the thought of having to entertain her any further. 

Jimin moved up in the group, hovering not too far away from the terrible flirt as he picked up on some of the cute mannerisms of her attempts to engage Changbin. He smiled as he watched her nose scrunch each time she laughed, finding her adorable despite her terribly awkward flirting. 

He was studying a pamphlet of their wine selections, genuinely considering purchasing or, more so, stealing some to take back with them for a nightcap. He glanced up from the flier, watching as Changbin mentally began counting the guests huddled around him. Jimin quickly glanced back toward Jungkook, noticing that Taehyung was still nowhere to be seen.  He folded the paper in his hand, tucking it into the back pocket of his dress pants as he walked up toward Changbin knowing that Jade’s efforts to distract him were starting to fade as his irritation with the brunette grew. 

Jimin walked up to the pair with effortless swagger, placing his hand atop Changbin’s shoulder to pull his attention away from his efforts to count the patrons mingling in the large tasting gallery as they enjoyed the scenery of the large windows overlooking their pristine vineyard. 

“Excellent tour, I did have a quick question for you.” Jimin began, flashing Jade a look as if indicating for her to back off and let him take over. Changbin was happy to turn his attention onto Jimin, desperate to get a break from the persistent brunette. 

Jade huffed at his interruption, taking the opportunity to seek out Ruby as she grabbed a wine glass from one of the trays. “Can you believe he just interrupted me like that?” Jade groaned as she took a sizeable taste of her wine, watching as Ruby flashed her a look of pure annoyance. 

“How could he....” Ruby’s tone did little to hide her sarcasm as she set her empty wine glass down on a passing tray before snatching up another. She quickly tossed her head back to consume the nectar, leaving Jade to slap her shoulder in disbelief. 

“Ruby, this is not the time to get drunk off your ass.” Jade took a deep breath as she tried to settle her nerves, looking around to see if Emmy returned with a successful acquisition. To her dismay, Emmy was nowhere in sight as she turned her attention back to Changbin and Jimin. “I’m doing well, aren’t I?” Jade smiled proudly, knowing she bought Emmy plenty of time to sneak off. 

Ruby held her tongue, knowing that their tech genius was vastly out of her comfort zone. The last thing she wanted to do was call her out for her terrible flirting. “Yup. Absolutely.” Ruby looked at Jade’s glass, eyeing the wine within. “Gonna finish that?” 

Jade smacked her lips as she sent her comrade a glare of disapproval. “Enough alcohol. Make sure Emmy is back before the end of the tasting.” Jade added before drinking the rest of her sample, turning back towards Changbin to keep him engaged in a vast variety of questions about his craft. 

Ruby let out an exasperated sigh as she fought the urge to seek out another sample of wine. It wasn’t long until a familiar figure was looming beside her, spending his time indulging in the expensive cheese selections offered as hors-d'oeuvres as he stuffed his face with the delicious cheddar. Ruby watched Jungkook in disgust, rolling her eyes. “Do you have to be such a pig?” 

Jungkook grinned proudly through his mouthful of cheese, his lip piercing sparkling as he shrugged his shoulders. “What? It’s free food.” He stated simply, as he held a plate of his selections before grabbing a sample of wine to accompany his choices. “It’s better than watching your partner make a complete embarrassment of herself.” He added, shifting his gaze back toward Jade. 

Ruby didn’t respond, knowing that he wasn’t wrong. Seduction was definitely not Jade’s best skill and changing up the order in which they worked wasn’t yielding the best results. “Oh like you could do better.” 

Jungkook offered her a glance as if she was delirious about even thinking that he couldn’t top Jade’s performance effortlessly. “I managed to score your other friend,” Jungkook admitted shamelessly, holding up a piece of cheese as a goofy grin stretched across his lips. “What can I say, I’m just that grate in bed.” 

Ruby caught on to his cheese pun, cringing just as much as she did with Jade’s endless wine puns. “I’m not drunk enough for this.” She groaned as she walked away from Jungkook, taking the opportunity to venture closer to the open doors leading toward the courtyard, hoping some fresh air might help. 

Jungkook watched triumphantly as he managed to get Ruby away from the group, taking the opportunity to glance around for Emmy. He figured he could get a kick out of messing with her only to realize that the familiar curves of her ass and breasts were missing as he scanned the surrounding patrons. His eyes met Jade and Jimin still focusing their attention on Changbin, and Jungkook took a sip of wine knowing that things were about to get vastly interesting. Either Taehyung would succeed in scoring the vintage bottle or Jungkook would need to step in to take care of their annoying feminine trio.

—

The chilly air of the wine cellar caused Emmy to sit relatively close to Taehyung, utilizing his body heat to keep herself warm as they sat helplessly against the ground. Her back was pressed against one of the wine racks as she gulped back a sizeable amount of wine from one of the random bottles she snatched from the display. She savored the sweet sting of the wine as the warmth grew within her chest, feeling the side effects slowly hijack her rationality. 

Taehyung held out his hand in her direction as his eyelids hung seductively from the intoxication as he curled his fingers into his palm. “Don’t be a hog, sweetheart.” Emmy narrowed her eyes in his direction, stealing another swig before allowing him the opportunity to drink some more of the impairing substance. Her eyes noticed the line of the liquid was nearly at the bottom of the bottle, knowing they would soon be tempted to pop open another bottle as they impatiently awaited being discovered by someone. 

“Please, like there isn’t enough wine in here for the both of us.” Emmy scoffed, rolling her eyes as she dwelled on the reality of being trapped with one of the most infuriating men known to man. 

“Ah, there’s that bitchy attitude.” Taehyung chuckled as he downed the remainder of the bottle. Emmy’s eyes dropped to the junction between his legs, noticing the Romanee Conti she tried to attain was tucked between them, dangerously close to his manhood. She knew there was no point in trying to snatch it from him as she ultimately had nowhere to run off to, providing Taehyung the perfect opportunity to overpower her and take it back. 

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down gently as she let the crown of her head fall back against the tall rack behind them. This mission was completely hopeless. She only wished Jade and Ruby would find them before some of the staff members. “Shut up.” She hissed back, completely unamused with his cocky persona. 

“Maybe we’ll be lucky enough to share a cell.” He implied, knowing that at this point, there was a good chance of anyone walking through that door and finding them over any member of their group. 

Emmy laughed sarcastically at the notion, shaking her head as she glared back at him. “Please, like they’d arrest me.” She knew he was mostly trying to get under her skin but the alcohol was causing both of their more flirtatious sides to make an appearance. She knew if that were ever the case, she’d pretend to be the love-sick girl wanting to fuck her boyfriend in a daring location, anticipating she’d get a warning at best if she bat her eyelashes sweetly. 

  “Well, aren’t you confident?” Taehyung’s tone dripped in agitation as he grabbed another random bottle off the shelf, popping it open with a pop of the cork as he passes the bottle back toward Emmy. “Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but you might freeze before someone finds us.” He glanced down at her outfit, noticing the lack of fabric keeping her body concealed from the temperature compared to his suit. He passed his tongue lecherously against his bottom lip, taking the opportunity to shamelessly enjoy the sight of her body. 

Emmy took another sip of wine, scrunching her facial features from the strong flavor of the wine, glancing down at her attire. Thankfully, she was quite stubborn and managed to keep herself collected so far. Her limbs were starting to tingle from the cold temperature, leaving her with the occasional shiver. Taehyung leaned into her, whispering in her ear as he reached over to pluck the wine bottle from her hands. “I can keep you warm.”

Emmy pushed against his arm, moving him away from her despite her urge to wrap her arms around him to savor the warmth his body had to offer. “Ugh, please.” She groaned, rolling her eyes once again as she watched Taehyung shrug before drinking more alcohol. “You think that’s gonna get me to sleep with you? Do you know how many men I’ve flirted with?” She offered with a confident glare, knowing that over the years, the trio utilized her looks and dramatics to con men and gain favors. She’d be foolish to deny that she didn’t occasionally indulge in a handsome stranger for the sake of their hustle. 

“Not nearly as many as the women I’ve encountered,” Taehyung argued back, challenging her as he flashed her a handsome grin. “You’re not the only one who knows who to sell their looks for a hustle.” 

The pair sat in silence for a moment, realizing that they shared far more than they cared to admit. “At least men don’t have to flash their tits every two seconds to get a man’s attention.” She challenged him, knowing that women were vastly more sexualized than men. If anyone was going to win the competitive slut game, it would be her. 

Her comment instantly caused his eyes to drop to her chest, enjoying the sight of her ample breasts as her outfit only served to enhance them. “Oh trust me, I’ve had to flash more than my tits for a man.” Emmy’s eyes widened at his comment as he downed a sizeable chug of wine to drown out that memory. “Yeah, that foursome wasn’t my finest hour.” 

“Yeah, but have you stripped in front of a room full of men?” She countered, the alcohol beginning to blur her judgment as she took the wine bottle back from him, taking another sip to drown out her realities. Taehyung chuckled lightheartedly at her comment, knowing that thankfully he has never needed to do such a stunt. 

“Congratulations on joining the mile-high club by the way.” His eyes flashed in mischief as he recalled Jungkook sharing details about his conquest on the way to Japan. “Was it your first time? I like to consider myself the president of that one.” His eyes flashed wildly with determination to break her resolve, leaning over to hover his face closer to hers. “Did he fuck you good?”

Emmy scoffed as she took another sip, feeling her head swirl slightly from the overpowering liquid as she set the bottle down beside her. “At least I’ve been fucked recently. When was your last time?” She smiled maliciously, hoping to bruise his ego as his features hardened. 

“This morning actually.” He commented pridefully, glancing at her as he ran his thumb against his bottom lip. “I’d probably be fucking someone now if I wasn’t stuck in this cellar with you.” 

Emmy’s mouth hung open in disbelief as a shiver raked through her limbs, the cold finally settling in as her body began trembling slightly. Taehyung noticed the shift in her body language, smirking to himself as he leaned back in, wrapping an arm around her shoulder to pull her closer to his side. Emmy instantly relished in the warmth as she leaned into him, letting her hands travel beneath his suit jacket as the tips of her fingertips warmed from his body heat. 

She moaned in satisfaction as the ache of the chilled room was soothed by Taehyung’s warmth. The male hustler chuckled as he peered down at her clinging to his waist, her hands sliding over his white button-down and tickling his sides. “Now, that’s a sound I wouldn’t mind hearing more of.”

Emmy shivered as his warm breath wafted over her hairline while she tucked herself against him. Despite his remark, she refused to pull away and return to the cold environment. “Don’t flatter yourself, I just didn’t plan on getting stuck in a refrigerator.”

“You know…” Taehyung reached down, lifting Emmy’s chin up so that she looked up at him. “If you loosened up, you might enjoy yourself more.” His eyes grew heavy as he gazed down upon her bright eyes that seemed to darken with his challenge.

Emmy moved herself to sit in his lap, her hands still wrapped around his torso as she let the lapel of his jacket cover her bare arms. The bottle of Romanee Conti sat between her legs as she leveled their stares, no longer looking up at Taehyung, but rather making sure they were equal. The wine in her system had no ounce of self-preservation as she stood on her own against the more debauched male of his group. “Loosen up, huh? You mean fuck you?” She tilted her head, instinctively fluttering her eyelashes as she leaned into him.

Taehyung reached up and tangled his hand in her hair, pulling her closer and keeping his lips just out of reach. “What do you have to lose?” His eyes flicked down to admire her exposed thighs from the fabric of her sarong bunching up around her hips.

A more sober Emmy would say something about her dignity, but the need between her legs was far too demanding to argue. Instead, she was hellbent on proving that she was, in fact, loosened up as the alcohol disabled her rational thinking. “It’s not about losing…I just think you won’t satisfy me.” She ground her core against his lap, feeling his length twitch against her thigh as it hardened beneath her. 

Taehyung growled, his teeth clenched as he felt the blood rush to his groin from the friction of her weight sitting deliciously on his lap. With his hand still clutching her roots, he pulled the bottle from between their bodies and tossed it unceremoniously to the side before dragging her up his thighs. He yanked her head down, devouring her lips in a heated kiss as they ignored the shatter of glass beside them. 

Emmy struggled to breathe as Taehyung’s silver tongue slipped into her mouth, commandeering the oxygen from her lungs as his fingers dug themselves into her skin. Desperation dripped from their pores as the lust brewed in the intoxicating wine shared between them. Her heart dropped as her senses recognized the thick bulge rubbing against her covered clit. 

Her sweet moans fueled Taehyung’s desires as she whimpered on his tongue, grinding her warmth over his member, practically begging him to fuck her. He broke away from her lips, the flesh swollen and abused in his wake. He panted as his hand traveled from the back of her skull to the expanse of her throat, holding her in place. “Think this will satisfy you?” He lifted his hips, pressing into her core and watching as she shuddered against him.

“Just shut up.” She snapped, reaching down to his trousers and tearing at his buckle like a deranged animal. The sexual frustration caused her to act erratically until she would be filled by this obnoxious, but stupidly handsome man. 

Taehyung chuckled as she clawed at his pants, feeling the cool air become sweltering as they indulged in each other. He released her throat, allowing her easier access to his belt and zipper as he slipped out of his jacket. The sudden shock of the zipper sliding down against his length caused him to jump as Emmy’s hands dug into the fly of his boxers. “Fuck…” He groaned as her warm fingers wrapped around the girth of his dick, pulling him through the opening of the fly. He hissed when the engorged tip hit the crisp air of the vault until Emmy readjusted herself over his length.

Taehyung gripped her hips as she fumbled to push her panties to the side, balancing herself against the rack he was resting against while keeping him aligned with her entrance. “Damn it.” She cursed, becoming frustrated with the delay and the obstacle of her underwear. 

Taehyung slipped his hand between them, tracing the seam of her panties until he brushed against her dripping labia. He looped his index finger, pulling the fabric aside to assist Emmy in her efforts. She finally dropped down on his cock and they both cried out as she sunk down to the base. Taehyung filled her deliciously and she took the moment to savor the size of his girth, wrapping her arms around his shoulders as her walls tightened around him. 

Taehyung quickly went back to holding her hips, trying to guide her motions as she simply sat on him. He was needy for stimulation and his alcohol-induced brain demanded her to bounce on his dick promptly.  “You gotta move, I need to feel you.”

Emmy moaned as he lifted her, taking control again as she slammed herself back down into his lap. “Oh yes!” She could feel her insides stretching to accommodate his size and the blunt force of his tip hitting against her cervix was mind-numbing. She started building a rhythm, rolling her hips and moving more frantically as she chased the sensations overwhelming her senses. 

Taehyung smacked her ass, moving under her skirt to grip the plump flesh in his hands as her pussy strangled his length, clinging all the way up to the head before dropping back down. Emmy yelped from his abrasive actions and caused Taehyung to growl in her ear as he met her thrust for thrust. “Fucking take it, slut.”

Emmy recoiled at the demeaning words used towards her, shaking her from her daze before she grabbed his face in her hands and smothered his lips so he couldn’t ruin the moment anymore. Taehyung saw this as encouragement as she cried against his lips, his cock sliding into her heat easier as their juices mixed together. He moved away from her mouth, creating a trail of messy kisses along her jaw and down her neck as he mumbled more degradation against her skin.

She pushed him away from her, stilling her movements on his lap as she let his heavy cock rest against her walls. “Stop talking…” She shook his head between her palms, swiveling him on his neck from side to side. “Just fuck me.” She released her hold on his face, reaching behind to grip the wine rack as she proceeded to build her orgasm. 

“Oh, I’m sorry. Should I call you baby girl instead?” He teased, allowing her to ride his dick to her heart’s content as he reaped the benefits. 

Emmy faltered in her strides as the nickname triggered the memory of Jungkook and all their salacious activity. Jungkook would mess with her just the same, but he always knew what to say in the moment to keep her interested while Taehyung seemed to be blurting out what he thought she wanted to hear. The only advantage Taehyung had over Jungkook was thickness. By no means is Jungkook small, but whereas his length hit deeper, Taehyung filled her to the brim. 

As she realized she was comparing the two men, she felt a pit in her stomach that she never felt before. She’s had plenty of flings and episodes of sexual exploits in her past, but the idea of messing with two guys that were working together to make her fail was unsettling. The fact that Jungkook set the bar of expectations that Taehyung couldn’t meet was another uncomfortable revelation. “Please, don’t call me that.”

Her voice whined in desperation as she felt the coils in her abdomen tighten, her pussy drenching his cock in her essence as she crashed her cervix again and again on the bulbous head of his dick. “Fuck!” She collapsed against him, clawing at his shoulders while he groaned beneath her, getting lost in her body and the way she moved on top of him. 

“I’m gonna cum, fuck. Don’t stop.” He panted, caressing her thighs that were aching as she struggled to amplify her motions. Taehyung could feel his balls swelling as they collided against her plump ass. The sensation moved up his shaft, creating intense pressure at his tip as he waited impatiently for her to fall apart. “Come on, sweetheart. Cum all over me.”

Emmy couldn’t withhold the noises escaping her vocal cords as she hit the pivotal part of her orgasm. “Yes, oh god yes!” Her moans echoed through out the vault, undoubtedly bouncing off the cavern of the underground cellar. She cried as her senses became overwhelmed by the stimulation of Taehyung’s length hardening inside to the point she could almost visualize every vein that pulsed through it. Another factor was the vast difference in temperatures of the room and the steamy heat simmering off their bodies. She gasped when he finally grunted beneath her, his body convulsing as his cum flooded her pussy. He continued to lightly bounce her along his firm member as it jerked ropes of hot liquid, instantly feeling it pool from her entrance. 

Her head buzzed as she collapsed against him, letting her head rest on his shoulder, their chests pounding rapidly from their spontaneous fucking. Taehyung pulled her head back up, taking in her blissed-out expression with a hum singing in his throat. “You look so hot when you cum.” He kissed her, making sure to leave an impression of his tongue in her mouth before helping her off his lap. 

Emmy felt weak as his cock slipped from inside her, their cum gushing as she crashed down beside him, shy of the bottle that was left for dead in a puddle of its own nectar. Leaving his proximity made her vulnerable to the cool conditions of the room, causing her to shudder as the air hit her warm skin. 

Taehyung tossed her his jacket before tucking himself back into his boxers and fixing the fly of his bottoms. He chuckled as he noticed the wet patch on the crotch of his pants. “Look at the mess you made, sweetheart.” He cooed, unashamed of how the possible stain will look when and if they are found. 

Emmy groaned, feeling the moisture between her legs, wishing she could clean it up. Unfortunately, she would have to endure until they were released from their prison. She opted for crossing her legs, hoping that it would keep from dripping all over her thighs and seeping through anything other than her already soiled panties. 

“Did that satisfy you?” Taehyung hummed as he closed his eyes, riding on the euphoria of his orgasm and the gentle lull of the wine they drank earlier. Emmy was silent as she leaned her head back against the rack. Taehyung heard her simply sigh with agitation and smirked with confidence. “It’s okay, I already know.” Emmy couldn’t wait for someone to find them as a sudden ache pressed against her temple.

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Changbin internally cringed as Jade’s smile shined up at him as he sought the refuge of the other guests, growing tired of her attention. Despite the dread in the pit of his stomach, he returned a kind smile as he addressed her, hoping her question was quick so that he could attend to his tour members. “Can I help you?” He didn’t remember using this phrase so much in his lifetime, but the question was starting to become tiresome.

“Actually, I was curious about one of your particular bottles…the 1945 Romanee-Conti?” Jade twirled the end of her hair around her finger, causing the others observing her to roll their eyes. 

Ruby hated having to be the vigilant one in this mission, forced to endure the torment of poor flirtation and being dragged on an informational journey of the sweet nectar she wanted to get intoxicated on. Jungkook was appalled by Jade’s lack of subtly, cringing at her blatant focus on Changbin and the obvious target for their score.  He found he was becoming impatient in waiting for Taehyung to return, realizing Emmy was gone for a similar duration as well. 

He contemplated the scenarios of what transpired down in the cellar when it came to the two most promiscuous people he knew searching for the same item. He downed his sample of wine, smacking his lips together as he ingested the rich flavor. He placed the glass down before clapping Jimin on the back, his gaze fixated on the distracted Changbin who was enabling Jade’s curiosity for the most expensive wine in their chateau. “I’m gonna see if V needs backup.” He spoke low, keeping his voice quiet to avoid anyone eavesdropping on their conversation. 

Jimin was startled from his thoughts by the abrupt pressure on his spine. He held his glass of white wine, swirling the liquid as he leaned closer toward Jungkook. “Are you sure you’re going to help V or is it to play with klepto barbie)?” He shot his comrade a stern look, accusing the younger male of thinking with his dick rather than his brain. 

Jungkook just grinned, his teeth glistening under the atmospheric lighting of the tasting gallery. His hand slipped up to cup Jimin’s shoulder, giving the deltoid muscle an affirming squeeze. “Why can’t it be both?” His chuckle drifted through the air softly, soothing Jimin’s ears despite the suggestion of mischief in his words. 

“JK-”

“Don’t worry, Chimmy. When have I ever let you down?” Even though his handsome smile could fool anyone else, Jimin knew the horns hidden within his styled hair. 

Jimin narrowed his eyes, his expression unamused by Jungkook’s playfulness. “I don’t know, my alias still isn’t the best.” He grumbled as the nickname Jungkook and Taehyung adopted for him seemed to stick despite his protest for something more relatable to theirs. 

Jungkook smirked, biting back his laughter at the disapproving look Jimin was sending his way. He adjusted his shirt, sparing the tech specialist one last glance. He shrugged his shoulders, patting Jimin on the back. “Sorry, but JM just doesn’t roll off the tongue like JK does,” Jimin mumbled a complaint under his breath, his head jerking mockingly as he mimicked Jungkook. 

The youngest member ignored his grumpy partner, turning his attention back to Changbin and Jade’s conversation. Jade was acting intrigued by the storage protocols of the expensive bottle as the tour guide fed Jungkook the information he needed to find the location of the bottle and hopefully the absent Taehyung. “You’ve got it from here, right?”  He pulled away without a response, his escape route in sight. Get in and get out so they can finally dip from this chateau with some easy money. 

Jungkook successfully evaded the group taste-testing the wines and cheeses in the luxurious gallery, making his way back down into the large cellar underground. He retraced his steps, looking for the details mentioned by Changbin in order to follow the path to his destination. He turned down a certain passage of barrels and noticed the promised door that led to the vaulted room of the vineyard’s most prestigious wines.

His fingers brushed against the keypad, racking his brain for the code Jimin regurgitated to Taehyung who struggled to remember the sequence. Jungkook quickly dialed in the code, holding his breath until the locking mechanism clicked from its slots. The welcoming access had Jungkook pushing against the door, adjusting to the change of temperature until he took in the image of Emmy and Taehyung settled on the floor of the chilled room. 

Jungkook stood in the entryway, his brows furrowed together as he noticed the subtle hints of sex lingering between the two. Taehyung had his usual lazy smile on his lips along with the proud tangles of his thick hair prominently displaying as his belt was buckled loosely around his waist with a wet spot over his crotch, and his zipper only halfway up. Not to mention, the hints of lipstick on Taehyung’s skin that matched the shade decorating Emmy’s lips. 

Jungkook’s eyes averted toward his feisty little stripper, feeling an uncomfortable churn in his gut. Emmy had Taehung’s copper-colored coat over her shoulders with frayed strands of hair sticking up every which way as her features seemed relaxed. It was an expression he recognized on her from their previous interactions and that alone told him everything he needed to know. “Well, what do we have here?”

Emmy and Taehyung seemed to finally realize they weren’t alone and shot up, looking towards the door. Taehyung was elated to find Jungkook had found them and quickly rose to his feet, catapulting himself in the direction of his friend. “JK! You found us! We thought we would never leave.” 

Jungkook jerked away from Taehyung’s boisterous voice as the strong scent of wine smothered him along with the arms of his partner. The manner in which Taehyung dramatically flung himself into Jungkook’s arms and slurred his words were strong indicators that he was drinking on the job. That’s when Jungkook noticed the bottles resting beside Emmy, who wobbled unevenly as she stood up in her heels. 

He pushed Taehyung away as he looked down at the ground and saw the puddle of wine that flowed from a broken bottle. “Did you break the wine?” Leaving Taehyung to rest against the door as a prop to keep it open, he approached Emmy before bending down to examine the label. He clicked his tongue with annoyance, pushing the muscle against the inside of his cheek. “Good job, you two.”

Emmy looked at the broken bottle in his large hands before drifting down to the floor to see the contents splattered across the floorboards. “Oops…” She stumbled slightly on her heels as she reached out towards the bottle in Jungkook’s hand. “Maybe we can save some of it, and scoop it inside.”

Jungkook sighed as he kept the bottle out of her reach, vaguely hearing Taehyung agree with Emmy’s proposal from behind him. “Don’t be stupid.” Jungkook grabbed her wrist and guided her around the remnants of their mistakes on the floor. Once she was safe from the hazardous mess, he curled an arm around her waist as he carelessly dropped the now expandable Romanee-Conti, unapologetic as it shattered the glass bottle even more. “How hard did he fuck you, baby girl?”

Emmy struggled against him as he kept her close, pulling her toward the exit and leaving without their score since it was damaged. “I’m not stupid.” She protested with a slight whine in her voice, upset that Jungkook single-handedly made her regret her decision to sleep with Taehyung even before he arrived. The cum between her thighs was acting as a tormenting reminder. 

“Come on, let’s get you two out of here.” Jungkook pushed Taehyung out of the way, watching the intoxicated male fumble out into the corridor as he dragged Emmy from the refrigerated room. 

“Fuck you! Let go of me.” She grunted, trying to claw her way from his strong grip until she felt her back collide with the door of the vault. Jungkook slipped Taehyung’s coat from her shoulders, replacing his hands across her bicep and being the warmth she needed from the cool air surrounding them. 

He held her firmly against the door as he leaned in close, breathing the sweet taste of wine on her lips from the proximity. “Trust me, baby girl. I was planning on it.” Emmy blinked up at him, waking up from her daze as she registered the frustration over his features. Jungkook bit his lip, drinking the large pupils that stared up at him as they pulled him into their depths. He groaned, “Next time, come look for me if you want to have some fun, yeah?”

Emmy’s fuzzy comprehension had no response to Jungkook and his reaction to her salacious activity with Taehyung, or his request to seek him out in the future. In a more sober state, she would have some sharp remark to dismantle his advances, but instead, she was left speechless. Then she felt the soft kiss of his lips on hers and then her thoughts short-circuited. When he pulled away, she incoherently made a noise in response to an air of confusion.

Jungkook licked his lip, collecting the tingly sensation that kissing her left. “Remember that instead.” He pushed away from her, throwing Taehyung’s coat over his arm as he gently guided Emmy down the path to leave the underground cellar. He then paused, turning to grab the closest bottle of wine before tucking it in the material of the coat draped over his arm. “Might as well take a souvenir.” 

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Happy STS!

What recurring elements (character archetypes, themes, plotlines, worldbuilding etc.) appear over and over again in your writing, across multiple WIPs?

Thanks for the question!!

Unfortunately for me (and anyone who dislikes long posts) I guess, TFLOC has a lot, and I mean a lot of elements that fit under the criteria you mentioned. Prepare yourself! lol

Character archetypes

There are tons of character archetypes in TFLOC, as one of its themes is diversity. In the original material, Legends of Chima, most (if not all) of the tribes had certain personalities and archetypes depending on their species; ravens were all greedy, eagles were all smart, wolves were all cunning and etc. However, my webcomic's characters are going to be a lot more diverse and complex.

As to not spoil parts of TFLOC, I'll just write a bullet list of the archetypes recurring in the story (although there are way more than those listed).The names were taken off this website:

The Absent Mother; Addict; Anti-Hero; Backstabbing/Bad Friend; Believer; Benevolent Ruler; Childhood Friend; Con Artist; Deformed; Empath; Genius; God/Goddess; Innocent; Non-conformist; Monk; Predator; Patriarch; Peacemaker; Puppeteer.

Themes

My favorite part. LOC by itself has lots of themes that I'm going to emphasize in my webcomic; TFLOC, in its majority, throughout all chapters, have the themes of diversity, anti-war, pacifism, anti-racism, but also trauma, nature vs nurture, human nature and greed, drugs, war, discrimination, the issues with privilege, proverty, generalization and stereotypes, and [anti-]colonialism.

Plotlines

Plotlines... Honestly, all of them are about geopolitics surrounding Chima, but also how the world affects it. How the tribes coexist, the politics of each tribe and how they clash against one another, how Chi affects Chima's society. Everything that happens in TFLOC is because of how the world, and, consequently, the society as well, are. Real life is also like that; after all, TFLOC and LOC are an allegory to human society.

Worldbuilding

Recurring elements in worldbuilding are a little complicated to summarize, because I'm trying to make Chima a living land, with its own ecosystem, tribes and culture, physics and etc. I'd say that Chi is the most important part of TFLOC and LOC's worldbuilding, due to it shaping the technology, culture, behavior, and nature of the animals who consumed it. As more sneak peeks are released, the effect of Chi in the worldbuilding is going to become more obvious.

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very excited to reveal a lot of new stuff I’ve been working on! For a sneak peek check the online catalog ! I’ll be updating it throughout the weekend as some of my merch beat me to california so I don’t have photos yet (I will also have secret danmei trade menu not advertised you can ask for at the con)

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G is for Giraffe

I almost completely rearranged my alphabet because I wanted to make a lava lamp character. I might still make more lava lamps, but at least I found a way to get it out of my system. I was originally thinking about doing some sort of broken glass to imitate the spots on the giraffe, and I’m glad I didn’t. I’m not ready for something that complicated and my motivation for this project has really tanked. You can see it in my… avant garde description last week, where I was so tired I forgot to tease this week’s illustration. I didn’t have a strong 60s reference this time. It was really just, “make a lava lamp giraffe.” According to the internet, lava lamps were invented in 1963, so at least I’ve got that going for me.

I’m finding it hard to come up with designs for this project lately. I don’t want the characters to resemble their animals too much, but it’s so much easier to put a turtleneck on a frog and call it good. I like the sea slugs because they don’t have a face that humans will recognize, so I can make them humanoid and put in hints to their biology through the clothing and accessory shapes. One thing I wish I could change about this project is having all of the characters cut off at the chest in order to imitate the face cards of a typical deck. For example, I would have loved to have given Lottie a full translucent dress with a solid shift underneath. She would have been so cute! If I do cards again (which I probably will), I’ll do full body illustrations instead.

On an unrelated note, I’ve been thinking about making a webcomic lately. I saw an artist I love (Ver) post about the online-only ShortBox Comics Fair, where a ton of artists are selling their comics during October (ending in 3 days! Get them while you can!) and I thought it was so exciting. It’s like running a table at a comic con without having to travel and you get to see work from artists all around the world. I wanted to sign up right away (the deadline is November 9th), but I don’t have anything to prove that I could finish a quality comic in time. I’ve never done it before. Heck, I’ve arguably only finished as many pieces as I’ve posted here, which is… seven. I would absolutely not be approved. I can’t create a working portfolio in two weeks, but what this means is that I have an entire year to build up a portfolio before the 2025 deadline. I haven’t decided what I’ll work on yet, but expect a variety of character designs and worldbuilding as I sort through my endless well of story ideas.

Next Week’s Sneak Peek:

Hammerhead shark

#alphabetsuperset #1960s fashion #frutiger aero #inkscape #vector art #character design #robot oc #playing cards #giraffe #lava lamp

[yukipri]

Hey! I'm a patreon subscriber and just saw your merch post. Everything looks AMAZING. I was just wondering if you've ever considered selling any of your potential leftover merch online? Bc I am not in NY rn but I would *kill* for some of your stickers and a few tote bags lmao.

Sorry if you've answered this before! Either way, just wanted to say it all looks great and I hope you have a great time at the con!

Thanks so much for your support on Patreon, and for liking my Patreon sneak peeks at my Anime NYC merch!

As stated on the Patreon post, assuming the stickers turn out well, there's a good chance that they will be included in some future promotions (perhaps not the specific stickers made for the con, but some stickers). However, because production/shipping costs makes them significantly more expensive than my postcards, they will be on the appropriate Tiers to reflect that base cost.

Other merch that cannot be included in standard flat envelopes with stamps postage are a lot more complicated. I currently do not have the bandwidth to manage shipping things, especially not managing an online store and the vast number of tasks that entails. Even attempting to do so would mean I would need to halt all of my digital content so I have the time to handle that.

That would mean zero new art. Zero new fic chapters. Zero nothing.

I would maybe need to take one month, possibly two months off to figure out an online store. I tried once before, and it was incredibly stressful and I never got to opening, and that was before I had my current very demanding job. I would assume many of my patrons would drop during my time away due to lack of content, and in addition to a store costing money to run, and the amount of money i would need to invest in product packaging/label print/everything, it would put me in a bad place financially, physically, and mentally.

In addition to that, taking that much time away from my current projects runs the very real risk of me ditching them. Without an outlet for my stories, my enthusiasm for them will wither rapidly. So there's a decent chance that I will ditch most if not all of my current ongoing AUs. If the experience is miserable enough, I may just drop my current fandom entirely to get away from the association...

Plus like. Making art and fic is what I love. I hate business and figuring out new systems and handling money and shipping and going to the post office. i would be miserable ;_; Just thinking about it makes me want to cry.

All of this to say, again, while I wish I could take your money, snap my fingers, and get any merch I choose to make into your hands, it unfortunately is more complicated than that, and I currently just don't think I have the bandwidth to handle a store. If I could quit my day job, sure! Might be possible. But alas, while I am deeply appreciative for all the support on Patreon and it helps immensely, I do not make enough on it to live by it alone.

I understand that some artists manage to have an online store, and I feel immense respect for their abilities to manage it and gratitude for their effort, which I too have benefited from by being able to purchase from them. But in the end, not all artists are the same. Perhaps they don't produce as much regular digital content as me, or perhaps they don't have a day job, or perhaps they have people who can help them. Perhaps their circumstances are the same as mine or worse, and I just can't manage my time/am an slow creator. All I can say is I'm already working at the maximum capacity of what I personally can handle, and unfortunately there's no wiggle room for a project as vast as an online store.

(this is not me asking for advice on how to start a shop, or looking for people to reassure me it's easy. That's wonderful for you, but again I don't think I can manage it atm)

If it's just leftovers of merch from the con and they're in the single digits, I may be able to reach out to patrons on a case by case basis, and just send Paypal invoices rather than opening a store proper. But I also intentionally chose designs and fandoms that do not age out and merch that stores well, so it may be better for me to keep my extra stock for my next con. We'll see how it looks after I get the merch in hand, and the situation after the con!

I may also feel more optimistic at a later date, but right now I am extremely stressed, frazzled, and tired from combo of Clonetober + preparing for ANYC next month, so just the idea of a store is...Very Bad ^ ^;

I will try to update my inprint next month though, so that all of my prints available at ANYC will be there online too!

Apologies for the long response, but I hope this clarifies my current situation and the possibility of merch online. I really wish I could do more, but I am just a single creator, who is not at all well off, who is juggling a full time job + full time content creation, and whose mental/physical state is always one sneeze away from shattering. I wish my circumstances were good enough that I could accomplish more, but I'm also grateful for what I have now, and hope that what little I can offer is enough.

Thanks for understanding!

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#YukiPri replies #Anonymous #online store #or rather lack thereof #I'm sorry Anon I wish I could too #I like the idea of being able to make merch and send it to anyone #and I know how frustrating it can be to not be able to buy things online #but again I just don't think I can handle the stress rn #'you could get someone to help!' #I don't make enough on art to pay *me* #I can't pay another person and I'm not gonna take volunteer work for what is hopefully but unlikely to be profit #I'm not gonna make any money at ANYC I'm just hoping I can at least break even for all the money I'm pouring into it #the way I do Patreon promos with specific pre-determined sets of cards for one month each are the maximum i can manage ;_;