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tom-whore-dleston · 3 years

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How would _______ react to you writing smut for their characters

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x fem!reader, Simu Liu x fem!reader, Tom Holland x fem!reader

Genre: smut-ish headcanon

*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*

Warnings: mention of smut (explicit and non explicit), implied smut, sexual tension, a lil bit of fluff, reactions vary between the three guys

*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*

Summary: You are dating one of Jordan’s Top 3 daddies and they find out you write smut for their Marvel characters.

Word Count: 1743

Notes: Thought I would let out some uncensored thoughts I had about my Top 3 finding out reader writes smut. I may be in the middle of midterm szn but that ain't gonna stop me from being my usual w word self 😂😂Thank you to the lovely and magical @magicxc for beta reading! I was literally brainfarting over simple things but I am grateful for your insight 🥰😘 also can we talk real quick about how gd fine these men look lol they really do be my muses :') i forgot to watermark my collage so don't steal or I'll cry

Tom Hiddleston

Tom finding the smut you have written about Loki was a total accident. While your laptop was getting repaired, you were forced to use Tom’s over the next few days. During that time, you casually browsed Tumblr and other websites alike. You oftentimes forgot that Tom’s laptop was not your own. Without thinking much about it, you closed his laptop before hopping into the shower.

While you showered, Tom jumped onto the bed belly first and opened up his laptop. His original intent was to check and respond to his emails. That was until he found something that was only meant for your eyes. He was puzzled to find a document that looked like a short story. Curious, he continued reading what you have written so far.

Twenty minutes later, you walked into the bedroom, freshly cleaned and only in your towel, when you stumbled upon Tom lying on the bed, his blue eyes fixated on the laptop in front of his face. That was when you remembered you forgot to exit out of your doc of the President Loki and TVA Loki threesome fic you were in the middle of writing.

You were ready to pounce on the bed to yank the laptop out of his reach. Sure it was his laptop, but he was also looking at your smut about his characters. That all changed when your eyes laid upon Tom, realizing his typically sweet face was glossed over with mischief.

“Tom,” you began, “let me explain-” Tom shook his head and shushed you with a calloused finger.

“Well, darling, I knew you really enjoyed the show, but I had no idea you enjoyed it this much,” Tom chuckled. “Is that why you were upset that I cut my hair and dyed it back to brown?”

Your mouth fell agape and sweat trickled from your body even after showering. Tom took note of your reaction, a laugh bubbling from his chest. He scooted closer to you at the edge of the bed, wrapping his hands around your towel covered body.

Tom pushed you onto the bed gracefully, switching positions with you. You bit your lip as he towered over you and trapped your wrists above your head with one of his strong hands. His other hand gently stroked your cheek, his hard knuckles contrasting against your silky skin.

All of a sudden, the towel unraveled from your body, revealing your naked form. Your legs naturally spread open for him, revealing your already wet cunt to him. Tom licked his lips, the bulge in his pants becoming more apparent through his jeans.

“Such a dirty girl,” he growled as if Tom had completely immersed himself into Loki. “Can’t decide which of me she wants.” At that point, all traces of Tom had left in his face, voice, or body language. It was all Loki. Not that it bothered you one bit.

“Would you prefer the TVA variant? Or the President variant?” he inquired before grazing his teeth against your earlobe. You couldn’t bring yourself to answer him. Only a faint moan escaped your lips. His signature Loki laugh filled the room, his blue eyes darkening into an ocean storm.

“No matter, I will still have you writhing for your god,” your boyfriend hissed before drinking up your famous last words with a fiery kiss.

That night, he managed to incorporate both TVA Loki and President Loki in bed. At one point, you may have accidentally screamed for Loki rather than Tom. Fortunately, that didn’t stop Tom from pounding into you over and over acting as the two Lokis. You were also able to finally finish the threesome fic the next morning, thanks to Tom’s hands on inspiration.

Simu Liu

The keys of your laptop clicked away as you typed away at your newest work. You had spent the last three hours working on a Shang-Chi smut. An extremely dirty thought randomly popped into your head after watching the movie. You had no one to discuss it with so writing was your best outlet to unleash those ideas.

You were so laser focused on wrapping up the sex scene that you didn’t hear heavy footsteps trail into the kitchen. Simu just woke up from a nap and comes into the kitchen wearing only a pair of gym shorts

Writing your fics while Simu napped was the best time for you to write because he wouldn’t know about the filthy thoughts you had about his character. Even though you and Simu had pretty open communication, writing smut was one thing you preferred to keep to yourself. Especially since that smut was about his character.

The corner of your lips curved upward and you giggled to yourself as you finished writing the climax of your piece. No pun intended.

“What’s got my pretty girl smiling like that?” Simu interrogated while trying to read your face from behind the laptop.

“Huh, what?” you muttered with a puzzled expression. Simu chuckled softly when you met his gaze.

“Is there another meme of me? I wanna see-”

You slammed your laptop shut, trying to hide your expression. Simu jumped in surprise and confusion.

“Oh it’s nothing,” you lied, shrugging off his wonder. “Just work stuff.”

“Yeah, you were smiling over your editing job that you were complaining about hours ago. C’mon, babe, I’ve seen a lot of memes about me and it only makes my skin thicker. Just lemme see.” You tried to protest but he snatched the laptop from your grasp with ease. Damn his strong arms and fast instincts.

He opened the laptop and the screen blinked, displaying the white screen with the words of your x-rated Shang-Chi piece. Simu balanced the laptop in one hand while angling the screen for easier reading.

You wanted to be upset that he was reading something that was only meant for your eyes, along with the eyes of many strangers from your blog. The thing was, you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop him. You just watched everything unfold. Your eyebrows tightened into a thin line as you chewed on your lip, questioning if you were ready to let him into your secret world of fanfiction writing.

His eyes scanned over the written work, widening at how it progressively got filthier. He smirked deviously, rereading a particularly nasty part of the fic. Was he actually liking what you wrote about his character? You tried to reach for your laptop but he scooted away from you, sitting in the chair across from you.

“This one is my favorite part,” he cleared his throat, “‘Shang-Chi yanked your panties off with his teeth, your arousal still sticking to the fabric even as it slid down your legs.’” Both yours and Simu’s cheeks warmed up as he read that line aloud. He hummed in satisfaction and lowered the top of the laptop so he could get a better look at you.

“Well, it looks like I did a good job as Shang-Chi if you’re all hot and bothered by him,” Simu taunted, licking his lips. You knew the gears in his head were turning and you tried to avoid his gaze, which only egged him on, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

His arms extended out as if preparing to give you a hug. “Come here, baby. There’s nothing to be shy about.” You reluctantly walked to the other side of the table. The first thing you notice is the apparent bulge poking through Simu’s shorts.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, staring at his package through the thin material. Simu pat his thigh, motioning you to sit on his lap. As you did, your breath hitched as your now wet slit brushed against his hardening cock. His lips hovered over the shell of your ear, his next words causing you to shudder.

“How about you show me more of what is on that dirty, little mind of yours. I want to know all the things that turn my pretty girl on.”

Tom Holland

“Hey, love, you know the site Tumblr right?” Tom asked randomly during Sunday brunch. This caused you to choke on your mimosa, thankfully not causing a scene in the middle of the restaurant. When Tom asked if you were okay, you just heaved a giant breath and nodded.

“Yeah, I know what Tumblr is,” you responded, taking another sip of your mimosa to ease your anxiety. “Why do you ask?”

“So one of the mates sent me one of the blogs on there. This one blog in particular writes these fun little stories about me...well, actually, my characters. I believe they’re called fanfiction, right? Anyways, some of the stories they write are really...ummm what’s the word...graphic. In a sexual way.”

His rambling only increased your anxiety. Luckily, it was a bottomless mimosa so you refilled your glass with the pitcher of juice and champagne.

“Really?” you paused nervously, your heart pumping outside your chest. “What’s the blog?”

Tom showed you the screen of his phone.

Fuck!

The blog he was referring to was your own. You had the blog way before you started dating Tom. In fact, you were one of the most popular fanfic writer blogs on the site. Once you started dating Tom, you made it your mission to hide all traces of your blog from him. How could one of his friends have found it?

“Oh, cool!” was all you could muster up as your blood ran cold.

“Yeah, actually, it’s quite flattering. No offense, love, but I do receive a lot of sexual comments, but to write a story- I mean, fanfiction- about me. It’s interesting. I should read it to you and we can-”

“No, no, that’s okay.” You chugged the rest of your mimosa. You proceeded to refill it and take another sip. Meanwhile, Tom was oblivious to your nervousness.

“You know what, if it’s alright with you, I should write to this blog. Tell them that their writing is so good that it has inspired me to be better in bed-”

You slammed your palm flat on the table. Tom jumped in his seat at the loud noise.

“Tom, stop talking.”

“I’m sorry, love, did I go too far?”

“Tom, that’s my blog! I wrote those fanfictions about you!” Tom stared at you in disbelief. You sighed, sinking into your seat.

“I had that blog years before I met you. When we started dating, I didn’t want you to know about it because I thought I would scare you away. I didn’t want you to think I was just another fan.”

Tom reached his hand out for you to grab. You eased against his touch, warmth flooding to your cheeks.

“Seeing that you liked the stories so much, I guess I had nothing to be ashamed of.” You laughed, setting down your glass.

“Of course, you have nothing to be ashamed of. I love them even more knowing that you wrote them for me. And now, I know exactly how to please you.” He motioned your waiter over to your table, requesting the bill.

“Think you and I should reenact some of your works when we get back to the flat, yeah?”

*Thanks for reading :) Reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Your responses are what keep me motivated to write. However, please do not repost or translate my work anywhere.*

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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The Enforcers: Part 4 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

synopsis: You're propelled to the heights of fame with your constant success with Suguru, but what goes up... must come down.

wc: 1.3k

tw: none (next part will be different)

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Success.

Your name and the word "success" are intertwined by the third month of your Kitsune career. With the help of Suguru, you're practically unstoppable, sniffing out criminals all over the city and bringing them out to face justice. Even the Leviathans come to admire Geto, who stands tall as redeemed and a big brother to many of the new recruits.

But even as you reach the height of your fame, there's a nagging feeling that sits in the back of your mind.

Same misery, but with a paycheck.

It's like a chant that haunts you in the middle of the night, and you lay awake most nights, thinking of escaping. But then the sun comes up, you rise from your bed, and you pretend that everything is okay for another eighteen hours.

Suguru notices your despondency and even mentions it over dinner, but you snap at him, telling him you were "fine", and leave him alone with the others. As you stalk off, you grumble to yourself and rub your temples, wondering when the feelings would subside. When you reach your barrack, you slide into your chair and begin your research for your current mission when you frown at your computer screen.

You always closed out the network of files when you left the room.

So why was the finder open?

And why was there a file sitting on your computer labeled "For Y/n"?

You click on the file hesitantly, knowing any wrong move could open a virus on your desktop, but your scanner doesn't pick up anything odd, and the file opens, revealing four documents, two videos, and two audio files.

All of them are labeled with your first and last name except for the audio files, which are labeled "One" and "Two".

You hesitate again. What is this pandora's box, you wonder internally. Should you even... your mouse drags to the first audio file and you click on it. Your sound is too low to hear the first part, so you rewind it and play it again. You hear the following words first:

"Hello, y/n," a robotic voice says, its tone flat and unmoved, and goosebumps break out across your skin. "You have shown great promise in your field as a Kitsune, and we know you feel empowered by your success. But there are some things you should know about the men and women you work for." You pause the audio file, heart thumping wildly in your chest as you consider the idea that this is either a test of loyalty or a cruel prank. Either way, you'd had enough.

You stand from your computer and walk around your room, covering your prickly flesh with clammy hands. Someone broke into your room to put files on your computer, addressed them to you, and made it seem like you were being watched by some outside source. But who would want to scare you? Who would--

"Y/n?" Suguru opens your door and gives you a look of deep concern, but you try your best to mask your look of fear. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I'm okay; I haven't been sleeping well," you admit, and Suguru nods, rubbing his neck nervously.

"I have something that could help you if you want. Just a sleep aid. We're given it when we start training to calm us before--"

"Sure." Geto disappears, then reappears with two pink pills.

"Take these right before bed. You'll be off to sleep in no time."

"Thanks," you reply, setting them on your bedside table and stretching. Suguru stands in your bedroom, looking at you for a second more. "I should get off to--"

"Right," he mutters, then leaves you in the room by yourself again.

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But you don't take the pills.

Instead, you stay awake, looking at the computer screen from your bed, wondering just who would be daring enough to come into your space uninvited and place those... things on your desktop.

Curiosity eats at you for three more hours until finally, at sunup, you crack.

Keys rattle furiously under your fingertips as you type in your password and click on the first audio file yet again.

"Hello, y/n. You have shown great promise in your field as a Kitsune, and we know you feel empowered by your success. But there are some things you should know about the men and women you work for. If you wish to proceed in this endeavor, click on the first video. We know you have no reason to trust us, but we hope you will see this as a show of good faith and use the information for good. Reveal, don't conceal."

You drift over to the first video file, and a black screen comes up, the title words popping up moments later:

L/N, W. May 23. Project Kudzu Debrief.

Your father appears on the screen right after, his eyes looking dead into the camera. He's in his standard, antiquated Kitsune attire, with more hair and brighter eyes than you've ever seen. He's much younger; that you recognize instantly.

"Okay, Mr. L/n, go ahead and state your rank and case for the CSB."

"Mr. W. L/N, Kitsune, Project Kudzu."

"Thanks," a man offscreen mutters, then the sounds of flipping paper can be heard. "Now tell us about your project and what the results of it were."

"Um..." Your father shifts in his chair then rolls his neck around. "Project Kudzu is... or was, my bad." Laughs. "Project Kudzu was a ten-year effort concerning the relocation of lower-class citizens into rougher areas to produce Leviathan recruits. I spearheaded the effort with my research, and my partner, Leviathan C--" The name is bleeped out. "helped with the evictions and relocations."

"Okay," Rustling papers again. "And what were the results of this?"

"Exponential growth of the Leviathan enlistment, sir." Your father adjusts his glasses, nodding stiffly.

"Were those the desired results?"

"Yes, sir."

The screen goes black, and you stare at your open-mouthed reflection, shock flooding your veins. "Please watch the next video" pops up on your screen, and you click on it instantly, instinctively knowing who's next.

L/N, F. May 31. Project Redroot Debrief.

Your mother appears on screen, her cheeks plumper and figure fuller than it currently is. She's youthful, with long hair pinned into a bun and also in an antiquated Kitsune uniform.

"Name, rank, project," a female voice mumbles off-screen.

"Ms. F. L/N, Kitsune, Project Redroot."

"What were the aims of your project?"

"To relocate potential candidates for Kitsune potions into areas where large populations of Kitsune already reside."

"And your goal?"

"To increase Kitsune families and potential enlistment."

"How successful were you?" Your mother smirks at the camera, propping her chin upon her palm.

"How successful do you think I was?"

When the screen goes black, the taste of bile rushes into your mouth, and you rush to your bathroom, shoving a mouthful of toothpaste and your toothbrush onto your teeth. Something you can control, something you can control. But even your toothbrushing - which is normally a soothing habit - can't wipe away the look on your mother's face at her triumph. Project Kudzu... Project Redroot...

How could your parents be a part of something so sinister? Making the poor poorer and the elite... more elite?

These videos have to be fake, you tell yourself, circling back to the computer. But when you look up the metadata- which is neatly scrubbed of any trace of third parties - you see that they are in fact originals of the interview.

Finally, you take a look at the documents, the insignia and red letters "CONFIDENTIAL TS_CO" watermarked on the endless pages. TS_CO= Top Secret Clearance Only. This is above your paygrade, and exponentially so. But as you skim the redacted information, you see names, dates, your parent's names, their information, metrics, graphs, everything that you need to know that Project Redwood and Kudzu aren't fake.

They're real.

And they both happened right before you were born.

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TAGLIST: @missbonekitty @wack0-genius @thankuary @jsqeeut @r-i-m-f-009 @sunfloweroranges @leanne-tamashi @girlruby23 @rein-icu @brownskinnedgirll @chanelmalandro @savantsoulfinder @jibe-gajima @chilledlucifer @amnxsia @kontentious @fuyuko26 @everybodylovescayrayray @flare-on

#geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen getou #getou x reader #geto x reader #getou suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu kaisen

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indomies · 3 years

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#showyourprocess

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES - When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours.

sabrina @lanwangiji tagged me to show how i made my zayn’s birthday edit! check out her explanation on this mesmerizing zayn’s edit

1. PLANNING

It’s Zayn’s birthday, I ought to make something because so far I have made birthday posts for Louis, Niall and Liam. I didn’t participate in his birthday challenge so I had more time to create something for his birthday. I saw this post by @spaceniall and instantly fell in love with it. It's so clean, so neat, an amazing edit. I had that post tagged for inspo and because my Louis’s birthday edit was a bit “grand”, I thought I should make something simple.

I went to look for some photos of Zayn everywhere. Literally e v e r y w h e r e. I saved every photo I found beautiful and there were a LOT. I asked my friends for adjectives that describe Louis best and added them on my Louis’s birthday post, and I followed that approach for this edit. I asked several friends what they think of Zayn and collected the adjectives.

This was a time where I haven’t used trello board, so I put all the adjectives in a google doc. Seriously I swear by trello board, they make my life easier.

After I had all the photos and the adjectives, I went to pinterest to look for the color palette. I forgot how and why I came up with this color scheme, but I believed I wanted something pastel and muted color.

I had this idea to make an evergreen birthday post. I didn’t want to state any “happy birthday zayn” or his age on the graphic. I didn’t want to make all the edits to have his face because I wanted to showcase my graphics and typography style lmao. So I came up with 2 pictures with Zayn’s face and one central picture with his name. And I’m obsessed with space stuffs so this birthday edit is space themed.

2. PROCESSING

This is one of my earliest edits that I made in Illustrator, though I used Photoshop as well.

2.1 REMOVING PICTURES BACKGROUND

Remember I saved a LOT of Zayn’s photos? Yeah? Well I had a hard time choosing the right one. I asked Sabrina to help lmao. After I agreed with myself which photos I would use, I opened Photoshop and prayed it won’t crash after 5 min.

I uploaded the 2 photos and then I used selection on Zayn and then clicked inverse and deleted the background. Recently I found this website who can delete your background in 1 min, tbh that’s a life saver. I recommend using them, if you hate removing backgrounds with Photoshop.

I saved the backgroundless Zayn’s photos as png. And we’re moving on to the next step

2.2 THE TYPOGRAPHY

I only used Photoshop to remove the backgrounds. Now onto Illustrator. Always pray it won’t close by itself every 5 min.

I don’t really remember which dimension I used, but I suspect it’s 600x700 px. I made 3 artboards and loaded the color palette I found from Pinterest. I made 3 rectangles as the backgrounds for each picture and filled them with my desired colors, 2 pink and 1 green. Green being the standalone was put in the middle.

A bit of excursion based on my experience

When you open an artboard in Illustrator, you’ll see a white background. When you save the file you’ve worked on, it’ll actually be transparent. That’s why I always draw a rectangle as a background so it has a solid color.

I focused on ZAYN (middle pic) first because I wanted that to be the main focus. I don’t remember the font I used and I already deleted all files. I followed this tutorial to make the text. Basically you write your text first and choose effect > 3d > extrude and bevel > isometric top. Changed the colors according to my color palette.

I moved on to the first picture, Zayn and the adjectives. I uploaded his photo to the artboard and put it in the middle. I wanted the adjectives to encircle him. I just followed this tutorial on how to make the effect. I made that text effect because that reminded me of the saturn ring lmao.

2.3 THE GRAPHIC DETAILS

Once I got the typography done, I made stars and moon to make the edits merrier and more space themed.

For the stars you can follow this tutorials. For the moon I made 2 circles, one of them was bigger. I put the smaller one in front and click minus front (I think). For the saturn planet, I made a circle with filling and an oval with stroke only, putting the oval infront of the circle and delete the back part of the ring (I hope this makes sense).

I have these lines around Zayn, my intention was to make Zayn pop and kind of crown him or give him a glowy effect sort-of.

All I did was follow this tutorial and delete the lines at the top, because I didn’t want it to be too crowded. Then I put some stars and planets at the top to balance it.

2.4 FINISHING TOUCHES & EXPORTING

I rearranged some things, zoomed out the artboard so I could see everything as one post and picked and deleted some unwanted things. After I was satisfied, I added my watermark and it was my old url, I just typed louistomlinboo. (Now I made a logo-ish and use that as my watermark and the logo is not dependent on my url)

Ok I lied I used Photoshop again… so I had these adjectives in 2.1 that encircled him right but some parts of the texts are above him. I exported my Illustrator file as a psd, uploaded it on Photoshop and used layer mask magic to delete the texts that were above him to create an illusion that the texts went around and under him you know. See the picture below, some texts are beneath him.

For this picture I exported the png file from Photoshop, the rest directly from Illustrator.

This was when I learned I needed to scale up, because on Illustrator they all look good in terms of quality. But when I posted it, the quality was reduced. That time I just exported as big as the dimensions and I was disappointed with the quality when it’s on tumblr.

3. POSTING

I uploaded the 3 pictures I have on tumblr and chose “happy birthday zayn” with star symbols/emojis to keep up with the space theme.

So I always write out what my caption will be with the “rich text” option.

Then I go to this color html website to add the gradient color in the caption and remove the “;” with “ “ in here. Once I have everything, I change rich text to html so I can put the text with color in html mode.

Put some tags related to Zayn. (self promotion time lol. i have compiled tags for 1d creators check them out here)

I finished I think a week earlier before Zayn's birthday so I saved it on draft. I posted around midnight (my timezone is CET), because oh boy it is a competition with birthday post lmao. That’s what I feel like at least. You know, everyone wants to make a birthday post, I feel I have a better chance If I post something first. Whenever I have something done earlier before a certain due date, I either save it on draft or schedule it so it’ll be posted automatically.

Yeah that’s it! It’s not as detailed as before I think because the files are deleted sorry!

i’m tagging:

@spaceniall for this wonderful niall’s birthday edit

@she-fearlesss for this magnificent louis’s birthday gifset

@finewalls for this mesmerizing animation

@louitomlinson (i know you’re not that active but if you want and can!) for this amazing edit

and @tomlinsun for this cool edit

#showyourprocess #bacotan belle

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kutemouse · 4 years

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Buzzed (Part Two)

Disclaimers: I did not create the gorgeous edits in my header, but I did edit them together into the frames, add my title, and my name. Credit for these amazing edits (from left to right) go to @jixio, @yeonkiminsgirl, and @kookbite. I did not touch their edits in any way, and their watermarks are intact. Please check them out, they do great work.

Age Recommendation: 21+ (Not just a recommendation, kuties!)

Genre: Bartender AU w/ Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Mentions of consumption of alcohol, swears (duh), Jungkook taking his damn time, making out, dom JK if you squint, hickey giving/receiving, breast play, oral (f. receiving) on the FLOOR (dId ShE vAcUuM tHo), no penetrative sex tho! Saving that for later.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Buzzed (Jungkook One-Shot, Smut, Angst) Part Two

As I led Jungkook up to my apartment, I realized just how light I felt. Maybe things would be okay. After all, I had a smokin’ hot guy ready to fuck me into oblivion with a glimmer of hope for more. Between the way this day started and the way it was going to end, I began to realize that maybe my break-up wasn’t a bad thing. What’s that saying again? One door closes, and another one opens?

And boy, was this door definitely opening. Jungkook couldn’t even wait to begin, sliding his large hands up and down my thighs and over my ass, pressing himself into me as I unlocked the door. Anticipation shot shivers through my skin, raising goosebumps and causing a rush that had nothing to do with the alcohol I consumed earlier. I sighed into his touch, enjoying the way his nimble fingers played with the hem of my shirt, grazing over the skin of my navel. “Stop,” I giggled. “That tickles.”

With a smirk, Jungkook did no such thing, continuing to tickle my waist even as we stumbled through the door. I laughed harder, swatting his hands away, his grin growing wider and wider until it practically filled the room.

We fell onto the couch, and the tension in the air switched over from lighthearted fun to something more sensual. Jungkook just looked at me for a moment, brushing my bangs away from my face, his dark eyes wide and bright as he looked up and down my face. “What’re you looking at?” I murmured.

“You,” he replied simply.

He stroked his forefinger down the skin of my cheek, making me swallow hard. “What about me?” I whispered.

Jungkook looked straight into my eyes with his, prying my soul open with every second his stare bore into me. His tongue darted out of his mouth, momentarily distracting me with the way it prodded that perfect cupid’s bow. I looked back up, his pupils blowing as my gaze snagged back onto his eyes. So slowly I almost didn’t realize what was happening, Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered shut and he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine with an intensity that made my head spin.

His kisses started off slow and sensual, his tongue erotically slipping in and out of my mouth. I tasted the spice of whiskey and moaned. He broke apart from me to let out a cocky chuckle. “Good girl,” he murmured, leaning back in and devouring my mouth with his.

The sound of his lips colliding with mine combined with his deep, approving grunts was making me feel some type of way. I suddenly became very aware of the way his body fit in between my legs, the way a couple layers of clothing were the only things separating us, and the way moisture seeped into my panties at the thought of what was to come.

As if he could smell my arousal, Jungkook let out a growl and ramped things up by feverishly pressing hard kisses to my lips, each one getting more and more sloppy as his tongue worked wonders. I came into this feeling mostly sober, but now I was sure I was drunk again.

I grabbed onto the collar of his leather jacket, practically ripping it from his shoulders. Jungkook complied, tossing it onto the floor behind us. The thin, white shirt he had on underneath followed, and I ran my hands all over his newly naked torso, appreciating the muscles that rippled up and down his sinful body. Jungkook stopped ravaging my lips only to nip at the skin of my neck, leaving behind red stains that I knew would fade to a nice, dark purple.

His fingers once again played with the hem of my shirt, raising it above my navel, and I shuddered with pleasure as the bare skin of his stomach touched mine. Jungkook let up wreaking havoc on my previously flawless skin only to raise the shirt over my head and toss it next to where his leather jacket lay. With a heaving chest, he looked me up and down, his dark eyes catching on the curve of my breasts. “Take it off,” he ordered.

Slowly, teasingly, I reached behind me and unclipped my bra. Dragging the straps tantalizingly down the skin of my shoulders, I smirked as his mouth parted open and his pupils widened once more. I held the fabric over my body for a tense few seconds before finally letting it drop to the floor.

Jungkook closed his mouth and swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. “Fuck,” he groaned. “This is what you were hiding underneath those clothes, and that asshole still let you go?”

He shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t know any guy in their right mind who would choose some bitch over this fine-ass body.”

As he spoke, he stepped close and cupped my breasts before gently tweaking my nipples, causing me to throw my head back and groan from the pleasure he was inciting. “That’s right, sweetheart,” he murmured, an approving smirk sliding across his lips. “Moan for me.”

Jungkook’s hands slid downward, and his fingers slipped through the belt loops of my jeans before he yanked me close. My skin ran flush against his skin, my breasts pressing into his pectorals as he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me once more, his tongue feverishly invading my cavern with an unstoppable force. In turn, I also wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible… Yet, I still wanted more.

In one swift, bold move, I dropped to my knees and began fiddling with the button on his jeans. “Uh uh, sweetie,” Jungkook scolded, dropping to his knees as well. “You can suck my dick any other time, but tonight? Tonight is all about you.”

I nearly whined at his denial, but stopped when I saw the look in his eyes. Obediently, I lay on my back, the carpet itching the sensitive skin of my back. Jungkook skillfully popped open the button on my jeans before leaning down and kissing my breasts. His tongue laved at my right nipple as he squeezed and pulled at my left with practiced fingers. Continuing his ministrations down to my navel, Jungkook flicked his tongue over my belly button, making my breath hitch in my throat.

He finally reached my jeans, and I propped myself up on my elbows, curious as to what he would do next. What I didn’t expect was for Jungkook to take my zipper between his perfect, white teeth and drag it downwards, drawing out a loud moan from between my lips, his eyes never leaving mine. He chuckled softly at my reaction. “You like that, sweetheart?”

I could do nothing but nod, my ability to speak impaired by the aching need between my thighs. Grasping the hem of my jeans, Jungkook slid them off me, taking his time with each inch of fabric, relishing in the way I gasped when my skin finally met air. He dragged a finger between my legs, over my folds, and showed me the slick moisture he gathered. “I haven’t even taken off your panties yet and you’re this wet for me,” he said. “Imagine how you’ll be when I get around to fucking you.”

Even more moisture dripped out of me at his words. Deciding he teased me long enough, Jungkook tore the panties from my body and buried his face in my folds. I gasped and moaned, he groaned in response, and the wet sounds his tongue made as it fucked my hole caused fluid to practically gush out of me. “Tastes so good,” he growled before delving back in. This time, his tongue swirled around my clit while his middle finger pushed in and out of me, curling up to hit just the right spot.

“Oh god!” I gasped, arching my back. “Jungkook, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…”

He merely groaned and finger-fucked me faster, his tongue flicking over my clit so fast it was almost painful. I came all over his face, my cum painting his cheeks as ripples of pleasure shuddered through my body. My moans became wails as my muscles continued contracting, Jungkook’s masterful tongue not stopping until I collapsed backwards, all my strength leaving me entirely.

Jungkook lay next to me, sucking on his fingers and running his tongue around his arousal-coated lips. “You came so hard,” he said, surprise tinging his voice.

“Well,” I chuckled, my breath still coming out more as wheezes. “It’s been a long time since I’ve had good sex.”

“What do you mean?”

I grew quiet for a moment before answering. “Obviously my ex was getting his jollies elsewhere, so we hadn’t had sex for months.”

Jungkook scoffed. “Wow. What a scumbag.”

“Indeed.”

Before the moment grew too awkward, I rolled over and kissed him softly. “Then again,” I murmured. “The sex was never nearly as good as what you just did.”

Jungkook chuckled and clambered on top of me again, kneeing apart my thighs to rest his body between them before kissing me deeply then pulling back. “You ready for round two?” he asked, one of his eyebrows cocked.

My eyes widened. “R-Round two?”

Jungkook smirked. “Oh, baby… I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.”

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MS. Egerton 3038, British Library, London

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The two manuscript chapters of Persuasion possess unique status in being, as far as we know, the only surviving holograph pages of a novel that Jane Austen planned and completed for publication. They have survived in part because in their extant form they did not see print in the posthumous first edition of 1818, being withdrawn and replaced at a late stage in writing. They were intended as the concluding chapters (10 and 11 in the second and final volume) of the novel. The manuscript fragment, an untitled,1 unpaginated single gathering of sixteen leaves, is dated in three places: at the top right hand corner of the first leaf, immediately above ‘Chap. 10’, ‘July 8’; at the bottom right hand corner of what would be p. 27 (f.14r), ‘July 16. | 1816’; and at the bottom right hand corner of p.28 (f.14v) 'July 18. - 1816.' The ending that the manuscript represents was subsequently almost wholly rejected in favour of the ending that found its way into print, written some time between 18 July and 6 August (according to Cassandra Austen's memorandum).2 The last leaf (p.32; f.16v) has pasted lengthwise a strip of paper on which is written in pencil, traced over in ink, 'The contents of this Drawer | for Anna’. The hand appears to be that of Cassandra Austen. James Edward Austen-Leigh first mentioned the existence of the manuscript fragment in his Memoir of Jane Austen, where he derived his circumstantial account from family recollections. He subsequently included an edited version of the cancelled Chapter 10 in the 1871 edition.3 Both manuscript chapters were transcribed for the first time in Chapman’s Two Chapters of Persuasion of 1926.

Provenance

In 1870, when Austen-Leigh brought it to public notice, the manuscript was in the possession of his half-sister Anna Lefroy (1793-1872). She appears to have inherited it according to the stipulations of the slip of paper pasted lengthways to its last leaf. The manuscript remained in family hands until it was acquired by the British Museum in December 1925.4

Physical structure

Made up of sixteen unnumbered leaves of laid paper, originally quired into a single gathering, each leaf has been separated, trimmed, foliated, and mounted by the British Library into a handsome morocco bound volume. The trimmed leaves measure 155 x 90 mm; they are watermarked ‘1812’, though, from the cutting of the leaves, there is no complete mark visible. Page 28 (f. 14v) forms the final page of Chapter 11. The final two leaves (ff. 15 and 16) contain an additional passage of text marked by X to be included at p. 16 (f. 8v) of Chapter 10. At p. 19 (f. 10r) a piece of paper (a little under half the size of the original page) was pasted down cancelling the writing underneath and containing a revised portion of text, fourteen lines long. This pasted paper has been separated and mounted on a guard above the original. Integral to the modern binding of the volume and before the mounted manuscript leaves there are seven unfoliated preliminary leaves [inferred pagination pp. i-xiv in the pagination table below]. A further nineteen unfoliated leaves [inferred pagination pp. xv-lii in the pagination table below] follow the mounted manuscript pages. These modern leaves are blank apart from a library stamp [p. i] and a page with a pencilled collation schema [p. vii], illustrating the foliation of the manuscript before its leaves were separated and library mounted.

Pagination and physical structures as they are recorded in the digital edition: front (left) board; front (left) pastedown; [p. i-p. xiv]; [p. 1-p. 19a]; [p. 19- p. 32a]; [p. xv-p. lii]; back (right) pastedown; back (right) board

where [p. 19a] is with patch and [p.19] is without patch; [p. 29-p. 32] are both the last pages of the manuscript and a section of text to be inserted at [p. 16] (keyed to X); [p. 32] has tipped in lengthwise a pencilled note, subsequently inked over written by Cassandra Austen, described as [p. 32a].

The manuscript

The manuscript is written and corrected throughout in brown iron-gall ink. There is no pagination, no clear or regular paragraphing, and no separation of speaking parts one from another. Chapter divisions are clearly marked. The pages are filled in an even hand with signs of concurrent writing, erasure, and revision, and several passages of heavy deletion and substitution: some of the rewriting is interlinear, and some required extending the space of the already full page in different ways. With no calculated blank spaces and no obvious way of incorporating large revision or expansion she had to find other strategies – the pasted patch and the longer passage, written on the last three pages of the booklet and keyed for insertion at page 16.5

Footnotes

1.The novel was apparently without title at Austen’s death. According to family tradition, ‘The Elliots’ was her preference among several working titles. See Deirdre Le Faye, Jane Austen: A Family Record (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2004), p. 238. Back to context...2.See Morgan Library, MA 2911.12, Cassandra Austen’s memorandum of the dates of composition of Austen’s novels. Back to context...3.A Memoir of Jane Austen (London: Richard Bentley, 1870), pp. 124-25; A Memoir of Jane Austen (2nd edn, London: Richard Bentley & Son, 1871), pp. 167-80; Two Chapters of Persuasion [ed. R. W. Chapman] (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1926); reprinted as The Manuscript Chapters of Persuasion (London: Athlone Press, 1985);

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zuucc · 5 years

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SWEDISH SUMMER NIGHTS: W. Nylander I FLUFFY SMUT

(orginally posted by @andersens and @astound )

Words: 11k

Summary: It is when you’re drunk on a hammock, on a summer night in Sweden that your best friend decides that it was time to admit his feelings for you, and you decide to let go of the sober and reasonable voice in your head.

Warnings: cursing and blasphemy?? alcohol, lowkey smut outside and also just straight up sex

Author’s note: It seems friends to lovers and William Nylander is the only thing I write now. Also, story is set in like August 2019. Hope you like this story and that it gives you warm and sweaty summery vibes. And Willy-feels. Feedback/constructive criticism is as always greatly appreciated.

(Also sorry about the ugly ass watermark.. I had put the separate gif/pic into a website to make a collage because tumblr wouldn’t let me put them next to each other)

Masterlist is linked in bio.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you, too,” you whispered as well. You’d felt his ragged breath under your cheek for a while now, but you’d thought it was because of the three or four glasses of beer too many. But Willy stopped breathing for a few seconds, before he spoke again.

“No, I mean, I love you,” he said, swallowing hard before speaking again. “I love you in ways that I shouldn’t.” He was breathing again, but he was breathing like he’d run up the stairs too fast, not like he was drunk on a hammock, on a summer night in Sweden - with his just as drunk best friend in his arms.

You were quiet for a while, not knowing what to say, or how to say whatever it was that you wanted to say. And there was also the annoying, reasonable, not-so-drunk voice in the back of your head that told you that this wasn’t the right time. Not the right situation - drunk on a hammock, on a summer night in Sweden.

You tried to gracefully turn around in the hammock, to lay with half your chest pressed against his - to look at him. But it wasn’t graceful, not at all, and your face was so close to his that you could feel his breath on your chin. “There’s this very strict and reasonable voice in my head that says that we shouldn’t have this conversation while drunk,” you say, smiling giddily, but the more you look at him - his lips only inches from yours - the less prominent the voice gets and the less the world spins around you. William nods understandingly. “But yeah, I do too. love you in ways that I shouldn’t, and I think I have for a while now,” you spoke, not bothering with the voice in your head.

William’s lips turned into a smile, just as giddy as yours. And you lay there, underneath the Swedish night sky, underneath the moon and the stars, and you just smile at each other like drunk teenagers, as the world spins around you in the yellow striped hammock that hung between two trees in William’s parents’ backyard.

The hand that he’d had on your back since you’d made a show of turning around in the hammock - in his arms - moved up to your neck, his fingers lightly tangling in your hair. He was staring up at you, his eyes brighter than ever in the moon light.

“I know I shouldn’t kiss you right now, but I really want to,” he giggles. The thought of him kissing you filled your stomach with big butterflies like the beautiful orange ones you’d seen sitting on flowers in that same backyard just that morning. If you stayed out for another hour or two, you were sure you’d see some again. But you knew that he shouldn’t kiss you right now, not now, not while drunk in the middle of the night. You knew, but you wanted him to kiss you anyway.

“I think you should,” you heard yourself say, giggling as well. William laughed. “You know, I can see the wheels turning in your head. How the beer fights that faint, reasonable voice in your head”. You laughed as well, loving how incredibly well he knew you. He knew how your brain worked.

“We should talk about this tomorrow, when we’re not drunk anymore, just very hungover,” he said, not helping at all with how he’d placed his other hand on your cheek - like you imagined he would’ve if he was to kiss you. “What if you don’t remember? And then I’ll have to go on with my life suppressing my feelings for you, not knowing if what you said that drunken night underneath the Swedish sky was true,” you said, dramatically. “Then I won’t remember kissing you either,” he made a fair point, winking at you. “But I will remember, I promise,” he smiled sweetly. “Me too,” you smiled back.

You laid there for a while longer, your head placed on his chest again. His breath was slower now, balanced and soothing - sobering. You laid there till the world stopped spinning and the sky started to brighten again. As the first birds of the morning started singing, you both decided that it might be time to go to bed.

William helped you get out of the hammock. You set both your bare feet in the grass and turned around to help him as well, giving him a hand. He sat both his feet in the grass as well, standing up right in front of you. You looked up at him, wishing it was the next morning already. It was, technically, but you both needed to sleep of some beer first. You wished that you could just throw your arms around his neck and kiss him, and you almost did, but you stopped at throwing your arms around his neck. His hands found your hips and for a moment you were sure that he was actually going to kiss you. But he didn’t.

He held your hand as you walked back inside, upstairs to his room and the guest room where you’d been staying the past week. You wished you could just stay in his room, in his bed and in his arms. But you knew you shouldn’t. He followed you into your room though, sitting down on the bed as he let you get ready for bed. You brushed your teeth and removed what was left of the light makeup you’d applied almost 24 hours ago.

When you emerged from the en-suite, he was still sitting there, his eyes turning to you as you walked over to him. He sat wide-legged, like he always did, and you didn’t resist the urge to sit down in his lap - like you had so many times before. You slung your arms around his neck again, and his hand went to support your back. His other hand was placed in your bare thigh, and his face was close to yours again, so close that it took extreme self-control to not kiss him right then and there.

“I want to sleep next to you,” you whispered, picking at the collar of his plain white tee. You’d shared a bed so many times before, you’d even slept with his arms around you, but that was when it felt platonic. But it wouldn’t feel platonic tonight. You hoped it would never feel platonic again.

“You know that we shouldn’t,” he spoke, his hand on your thigh tightening its grip. “I know,” you whispered again. You looked up to see him staring right back at you, right at your lips. And you didn’t want to resist more of your urges - you were sure you could find some more self-control somewhere, but you didn’t want to. So, you kissed him, despite everything. Despite the beer, despite the voice in your head begging you not to. Despite your mutual agreement that you shouldn’t.

And William kissed you back, like you’ve never been kissed before - firm and soft at the same time, hard but with so much love. And when his lips swiped over your lip, you let him in, and you pulled each other closer - your hand moving from his chest to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in thick locks of blonde hair.

And you wished you could stay like that all night long, but you knew you shouldn’t continue, and so did Willy. So, when he moved his hand underneath your thighs instead, he lifted you up and carried you to the side of the bed. He laid you down, but he pulled the covers over you instead of crawling over you and laying down, like you wished he would but knew he shouldn’t.

But he kept kissing you, for a little bit longer. Not ready to let go of your lips just yet. And you knew that if you wanted to, you could pull him down on top of you - you could, but you didn’t. You let the sober voice take over your thoughts again, and you pulled back a little bit, both of you breathing heavily. “I’m sorry, I don’t think I could have fallen asleep without knowing what it feels like to kiss you,” you whispered, still so close to him that you could feel his breath on your lips.

“Don’t apologize, if you hadn’t, I would’ve,” he assured you. His hand went from holding yours to cupping your cheek, kissing you lightly. “I promise I’ll kiss you as much as you want in the morning,” he smiled. And then came the giggle, the giggle that reminded you that you were both still a little bit drunk. You kissed one more time, or two, before you whispered your good nights and he carefully exited the guest room.

“There’s lunch in the garden,” you heard William’s mother’s voice, along with a light knock on the door. She knew you’d been out late, that’s why she hadn’t bothered telling you about breakfast. “I’ll be right down,” you tried to sound awake, but your voice sounded more like a whisper. You quickly washed your face and brushed your hair, and then threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, before making your way out.

In the hallway you met an equally tired Willy, in grey sweat shorts and nothing else. You watched him as he drew his hand through his messy hair, and everything from last night came back to you in a big wave. You’d woken up by Camilla’s knocking and you’d scrambled out of bed to get ready, not having had the time to think about what happened only hours before.

William stopped to look at you, searching your eyes to see if you remembered what he did - if you remembered laying in the hammock saying I love you’s as the world spun around you and kissing when you knew you shouldn’t. Barely letting go, when you knew it was the right thing to do.

You smiled, and he smiled back, and he laid an arm around you, pulling you into him as you walked down the stairs. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before you walked through the wide-open French doors and out into the backyard where William’s entire family was sat, Alex already stuffing his face with eggs and bread. Daniella had saved you a seat, and you sat down next to her, William on the other side of the table.

While you had slept off last night’s alcohol, the girls had already been swimming, while Alex had gone for a run with his father. He made a point out of how Willy usually went running with him in the mornings, but someone had been giggling in a certain hammock all night instead of getting a good night’s sleep. Your cheeks felt hot and you wanted to sink down in your chair, but you decided to lean over Daniella and smack him on his sunburned chest instead, making him shut up.

You wondered if he’d heard what you’d been giggling about. “What was so funny in the middle of the night?” Camilla asked, her eyes moving between you and her eldest son. You looked to William hoping he would say something before your entire face would turn into the color of a lobster.

“Too much beer, mom, everything was funny,” he said, smiling your way. You relaxed but couldn’t keep from noticing the smirk that adorned the face of a certain brother two seats to your right.

Lunch was consumed and dishes were done, before everyone left to do whatever they were supposed to do. The girls had tennis practice and Camilla left with them, while Alex and Michael went to the rink. William was supposed to go with them but insisted on taking the day off, which he had already done a few too many times since you came to visit.

You were standing in the guest room, taking off the towel that you’d wrapped around your head after taking a shower, when you noticed William standing in the doorway. Still shirtless, but with another pair of shorts and wet hair, as well. You almost wished he would put on a shirt, almost.

“Hey,” you breathed, quickly meeting his stare before continuing with drying your hair. “Hey,” he repeated back to you, pushing off the doorway and moving closer to you. He sat down on the edge of the bed, just like he’d done the night before. “We should talk - about last night,” he said, his voice sounding so serious it made you nervous. You stood up straight, turning to look at him. You couldn’t read his expression and panic washed over you. “Yeah,” you swallowed, your voice low and airy as the panic and nervousness balled up into a ball the size of your fist in your throat. He patted the bed next to him, sending you a small smile when your eyes met. The silence was deafening at first, both of you waiting for the other person to start. Eventually, William began talking. “So, everything I said last night,” he started, drawing in a deep breath, but your insecurities interrupted him before he could continue. “You didn’t mean,” you finished his sentence for him. Better to rip the band aid off and avoid rejection, right? You got up from the bed and walked over to the window, looking out. “What? No,” William protested, getting up and following you before he could even think. You turn to him, where he now stood next to you. You couldn’t form words fast enough to stop what came next. “You didn’t mean it?” he said. Judging by the expression on his face and the vulnerability in his voice, the words pained him to say. Before you could say what was really on your mind, your body took over. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him down to your own height and into a tight hug. “No, no, no, I meant it, I meant it all,” you whispered, and his arms closed around your waist in an embrace just as tight as yours. “Good, good,” he whispered back, pulling you into him. He pressed a kiss to your temple, keeping his lips there for a couple of seconds before pulling away - before you pulled farther back, pressing your lips to his, just like you had last night. “You scared me,” he whispered softly as he pulled back, leaving your lips with a tingling feeling. You chuckled, leaning forward, resting your forehead against his chest. “I’m sorry, you sounded so serious and dreadful when you started talking that my insecurities took completely over,” you told him, chuckling - embarrassed that you’d let your insecurities steer you. I was just nervous,” he told you, chuckling as well. You reached back up and placed your arms around his neck, your hands finding their place in thick blonde hair. You nuzzled your face into his neck, and he leaned down doing the same to you, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer. “I want to take you somewhere,” he said, eventually. His voice still soft. “Where?” you hummed, pressing a few light kisses to his neck. “Just somewhere I used to go in the summer when I was younger,” he answered your question, pulling back and pressing a quick kiss to your lips, a kiss that felt so normal and domestic for something so new, it made heat rush to your cheeks. “Okay, what do I wear to this place?” you asked, looking down at the plain white t-shirt and worn out, denim shorts you’d thrown on when you woke to Camilla’s voice and hour or so earlier. “This is perfect, just wear a bathing suit underneath,” he said, placing a finger underneath your chin and tilting it up to meet him in a kiss. One kiss led to another, and then one more. It seemed you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning in for another as soon as one ended, and neither could William. His hand came back to your neck to hold you in place, and he hummed against your lips as he deepened the kiss. You stepped closer to him, moving your arms to circle around his waist, your hands moving over the muscles of his naked back. You opened your mouth slightly, letting him now you wanted more. He mirrored your move, his tongue meeting yours between your lips. One of his hands moved away from your hair, sliding down your back, stopping at the small of your back to push you closer to him - only staying there for a couple of seconds before it slowly fell to your ass, pushing you even closer. You moved your hands back up, your arms circling around his neck as you pushed up on your toes to kiss him harder. Your lips disappeared from yours when he suddenly squatted down, his hands moving to the backs of your thighs, taking you with him as he stood back up. You locked your legs around him while he took a few steps forward, pushing you up to the wall behind you. Your next kiss ended with him pulling away, pressing his forehead to yours - both panting. “Sorry, I got a bit carried away,” he breathed, a smile spreading on his lips. “No need to apologize,” you said, as a smile found its way to your lips as well. A breathy laugh escaped his lips, and his eyes squeezed together as he laughed, making your heart flutter. “You were taking me somewhere?” you asked, finding it smart to lead this somewhere else before you rushed into your need to feel each other’s bodies. “Yeah,” his voice still airy, as he leaned forward, pressing another kiss to your lips, before slowly letting you place your feet back on the floor. “So, let me just change into my bikini and we can go?” you said, still smiling up at him. He nodded, giddy smile on his lips as well. “Sorry,” he mumbled a few seconds later, when he realized that he was standing in your way. He sat back on the bed again, resting his elbows on his knees and putting his face in his hands. You squatted down in front of your suitcase - you’d been there for a week already, and had another week to go, but you still hadn’t gotten around to move your clothes into the empty drawers in the guest room. “Mm, not that one,” you heard William’s voice behind you, as you reached for your striped bikini. You turned your head to look at him with a puzzled look, but with a smile on your lips. His cheeks reddened as your eyes met his. Instead of asking what bikini he so clearly had wish for you to wear, you reached for the dark red one that laid underneath it and looked at him. He tilted his head to the side, apparently still not satisfied. You then reached up to the black one that hung over the top of your suitcase, as it was still a little damp when you’d last taken it off. His smile spread immediately, and he nodded - the blush not only spreading over his face, but his neck as well. “So, you have a favorite bikini of mine, huh?” you teased, grabbing the bikini and getting up to stand in front of him. He looked away, hiding his face in his hands. You poked his shoulder to get his attention, and instead of talking through the embarrassment of basically having bursted out the fact that - out of the five bikinis you’d brought with you on your trip to Sweden, the one that was the most revealing and resembled lingerie the most, was his favorite, he leant forward and circled your legs with his arms, throwing you into the bed - making you shriek. “No need to turn to violence, William,” you joked, swatting at his hands. He finally stopped trying to tickle you, as he rolled on top of you and nuzzled his face in your neck and hair. “It’s just looks really nice, okay? And it would be really cool if you wore that when I am allowed to look,” he said, stretching out his arms till he was looking down at you. It was your turn to blush now. “Have I allowed you to look?” you mocked, turning it back on him, making him roll his eyes. You pushed him to the side, almost off the bed, so that you could climb off. You walked towards the bathroom with the bikini in your hand. “Do not think that I haven’t caught you looking before,” you added, watching as his smile spread and his cheeks reddened again, before you locked the door to the bathroom behind you.

You felt like a teenager again. You felt like you were fourteen again, running around with your crush during the summer break. You found yourself getting jealous of William and his siblings who got to grow up in Sweden, spending every summer like this. You sat on the front of Camilla’s bike, which William had borrowed from the garage without asking. It had room for baggage on the back of it, where William had placed a big beach bag - which you also assumed that he’d borrowed from his mother. He had made you sit on the steer of the bike, and pinky swore that he wouldn’t crash. You remembered the cool kids in school would always do this when you were in middle school, how the popular girls would elicit high pitched screams and giggles as they’re popular boy crushes would let them sit on the steers of their bikes, how you’d wish you were cool enough. It took about 10 years, but you were finally cool enough. William had laughed and called you adorable when you told him your tough memories of middle school and not being cool enough to ride with the cool kids. After five minutes or so, you came to a stop. You both jumped off the bike and you followed William down a trail through a light forest. It was stunningly beautiful. A few minutes later you reached the place where William had wanted to take you - and your jealousy of your best friend and his siblings came back. He’d taken you to the lake where he’d spent his summers with his friends. You’d heard stories of this place. William pulled out a picnic blanket from the beach bag and laid it out on the grass by the lake, where you both sat down. There was a group of teenagers jumping from a cliff about 50 yards away from you, and a family or two a couple yards away from those again. Besides them, you were pretty much alone - at least on your side of the lake. “What do you think?” he smiled, looking at you look at the nature in front of you. “The view is gorgeous, Will,” you turned back to him, stunned, “Mm, I think this one is better, though,” he said, showing you his phone. You rolled your eyes at his statement when you saw what was adorning the screen of his iPhone. “I sent it to your mom,” he smiled, proud of himself. You couldn’t help but smile back. While you were caught up with admiring the view of the lake, he’d taken a picture of you with the amazing view in the background. It wasn’t the worst picture you’d seen of yourself either. “What did you write?” you asked, and he smiled. “Just ‘good morning’,” he said, “and a little heart emoji.” You rolled your eyes at him. “What? You know your mom and I are best friends, right? We text at least once a week,” he added, making you laugh. “And you’re not allowed to say anything, you are always plotting against me with my mom or my sisters,” he made a fair point. William had always put sunscreen on your back when you had asked him to. This time he didn’t complain first, though, and while he spent more than enough time rubbing it in, he told you how he’d worked on not seeming to eager when you asked. You’d laughed at him and he’d decided that the best way to stop you from mocking him was to pick you up and throw you in the lake. “I’m sorry, I just think it’s really cute and dorky of you,” you said, clinging to his body as he stood hips deep into the water, just barely holding you over the surface. The water was still a bit cold for your liking. “Dorky?” he exclaimed, once again threatening to throw you in. “I mean, it’s kind of what little boys do when they have a crush, also this, what you’re doing right now, is like that,” you tease - resulting in Willy walking further out into the lake.

“Excuse me, miss, I thought this thing we’ve got going on here, was a two-way street. And it is not like you’ve said anything during these years of friendship, either,” he, once again, made a fair point. “Okay, fine, I’ll stop making fun of you for liking me,” you said, making him laugh. You got used to the water’s temperature, and instead of making more fun of him, you pulled yourself up - your arms still around his neck - pressing your lips to his. You spent the next hours going in and out of the water, playing around like you were kids again, seeing who could swim under water the longest, swimming out to the middle of the lake, jumping from the big rocks - making out in the water, your legs locked around his middle, his arms roaming your body while your lips and tongues slotted together. To say that you were grateful for being alone at that part of the lake, was an understatement.

It was still light out, but the sun was no longer visible from your spot by the lake. Your hair was still damp, your bikini hung over the bikes steer to dry. Your damp hair left wet spots on William’s grey sweatshirt that you were wearing, the sweatshirt that he’d brought specifically for you because he knew that you’d get cold in the evening. You had your towel wrapped around your waist as you stupidly hadn’t brought underwear to wear when your bikini got wet. A fleece blanket laid across your laps as a still barebacked William leant forward, poking at the hot dogs he was grilling for you on the disposable grill he’d made Alex bring you. “Can I ask you something?” he said after you’d sat in silence for a couple of minutes, the hot dogs long gone, and the disposable grill put out. “You can ask me whatever you want, Will,” you said softly, looking up at him from where you were positioned - your head on his chest, his arm around you and moving soothingly up and down your arm.

“How long have you felt this?” he asked. You found it cute how he didn’t know what to call it, how he just emphasized instead. “How long have I been in love with you, you mean?” you asked, feeling brave - saying the words that you both hadn’t actually said out loud since you were both influenced by alcohol. “Yeah,” he breathed. You could hear that he was smiling when he spoke. You felt it when he pressed his lips to your temple. “I’m not really sure, but I think I’ve always had like a little crush on you,” you started, making him chuckle. You felt the blush spread on your cheeks, even if you weren’t really embarrassed. “I just remember that you leaving for Sweden after you were knocked out of the playoffs in 2017 really sucked. I hadn’t really seen you much prior to that because you were focused on the playoffs, and then you kind of shut me out when you lost, so I barely got to see you before you left for like 5 months. I think that was the first time that it hit me, that maybe I wanted more,” you told him. His other hand intertwined with the one you had placed on his torso. “I think I just pushed that to the back of my mind during the next season, and then you left for Sweden last year and you didn’t come back,” you remembered how you’d counted down the days till he’d be back. But then the contract negotiations just went on and on, and it felt like he’d never come back to you. “I’ve never told you this before, but - I mean, I told you quite regularly that I missed you - but god damn it, I missed you so fucking much, I would sometimes cry, like if I was having a bad day,” you laughed at yourself, but William pulled you closer. “Aw, baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It’s not your fault,” you said, knowing how hard it had been for him. “I would go to your place and I would steal one of the millions of leafs hoodies that are in your closet and then I would fall asleep in your bed,” you laughed again. “I knew you were there, you know. I saw you on snap map. It hit me that maybe you missed me like I missed you, so I didn’t say anything,” he said, his mouth so close to your temple that you could feel his lips moving against your skin. “One of those nights where I laid in your huge ass bed, in your giant sweatshirt that didn’t even smell like you anymore, crying because I missed you and I’d had a really shit week at Uni, I think I just realized that, you know, ‘this is not normal, this must be what it feels like to be in love with someone’,” “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his hand moving to the side of your face, making you look at him. “What? That I missed you so much that I would cry myself to sleep in your bed wearing your clothes?” you asked. It was almost painful to think about, and you thanked all the gods you could think of for the fact that this wouldn’t be a problem this year. “That, too. But I mean, that you felt that way,” he clarified. “Fear of rejection, I guess. I did not think that you felt the same way, that’s for sure. I mean, I don’t exactly look like all those Victoria Secret models you follow on Insta. So, I guess, it was just better to push it to the back of my mind than to risk losing you,” you told him, smiling as he cringed when you mentioned the models on Instagram. “Just to set the record straight before we continue this heartfelt conversation, I would much rather see you in anything Victoria Secret than those models on Instagram,” he gesticulated wildly as he said this, making you laugh. “I don’t doubt it, Mr. I prefer the most revealing bikini you own,” you teased, making heat rush to his cheeks again. He leaned in closer, kissing your cheek, before you turned your head to let him kiss your lips. He kissed you for a couple minutes before he pulled back, laying his head back down on the picnic blanket. “Funny how you mentioned the 2017 playoffs, actually,” he started. “I don’t know why I thought it was the right thing to just shut everyone out, to shut you out, because you were the only one I wanted to see. And that’s what it’s been like over the four years that I’ve known you, at least since I started considering you my best friend. I’ve always just wanted to see you whenever we took a though loss, playoffs or not. I wasn’t smart enough to realize it on my own, though,” he smiled at the last part. “I had so many people ask about us, and I said no every time, and then, I think it must’ve been Patty who asked when it was just me and him in the room, and I once again said no, but, you know how it is with him, he’s got this ‘caring dad-thing’ over him that makes you just want to, I don’t know, talk about your feelings? And he asked me if that’s what I wanted, and then I talked to him about it for like five minutes and it was the answer to all my questions,” he laughed. You knew about Patty’s ‘caring dad-thing’, you’d felt it too many times. “What do you mean by that?” you asked. “The fact that I was in love with you was the answer to everything. Why I couldn’t fucking keep a girlfriend for more than a month? She wasn’t you. And I felt so stupid for not understanding it when literally all I wanted was to be with you, it’s too fucking obvious. And then I just spent every day from like September 2017 up until yesterday pretending to not be in love with you in front of everyone but Patty,” he chuckled. “So, here comes the million-dollar question,” you warned, laughing. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, making him smile. “Easy. You are way too good for me,” he answered simply. “What?” you were not expecting that to be his answer. “First of all, you’re like the most beautiful human being I’ve ever seen,” he started. “What? And you’re not?” you asked, almost laughing as you rolled around so that you could look at him. “I don’t really think that’s for me to judge,” he said, looking everywhere but in your eyes as his cheeks heated. “It’s not a good excuse for not telling me, Willy, honestly. You’re like... beautiful, cute and ridiculously handsome at the same time. And hot,” you felt your cheeks redden as well. William laughed, one hand coming up to cover his face. “Okay, second of all,” he started back up. “You are also ten out of ten in every other way, as well. I mean, you’re funny. Honestly, no one else can crack me up like you can. And you’re incredibly kind, to everyone. And you’re caring, you always take care of me when I’m hurt, and when I’m feeling down, no matter what it is that caused it. You just fix everything,” he rambles, and your chest flutters with love for him. “And you’re smart, like so smart it amazes me sometimes,” he said, making you laugh. “Will, I wish you could see that you’re all that, too,” you sighed, drawing a hand through his hair. “No, I’m not,” he protested, “I’m not always there for you. I go away for long periods of time, I push you away because I’m stupid - just last year I was away from you for like 8 months, too caught up in my own shit to make sure you were all right,” he said, his voice falling lower. You pushed yourself further up, pressing your lips to his. “I love you,” you whisper against his lips, kissing him again. “I love you,” he said, kissing you again. “I want what’s best for you, and I don’t think I’m what’s best for you,” he sighed. You pulled back a little, looking at him - shaking your head. “You’re what’s best for me. Period. And I know what I’m getting myself into, and it’ll be easier now, now that we can fully communicate what we’re feeling,” you said, and a smile finally tugged at his lips. He nodded. You were right. He pulled you into a kiss, his hand curling around the back of your neck. He kissed you deeply, rolling to his side, so that you were both laying on your sides, facing each other. He pulled you closer by your hip, his hand disappearing underneath the sweater that warmed your body. You parted your lips, letting your tongue meet his, your fingers tangling in his hair. Your kisses became heated, fast. It was clear that there had been years of suppressed feelings and sexual attraction between you. You tore your lips from his, moving to leave kisses down his neck. The feeling of his bare skin underneath your fingers and the sound of his labored breaths urged you on. His hands roamed your back, pulling you as close as possible, and you slung your leg over his in a desperate attempt at getting closer to him. You lifted your head back up to meet him in an openmouthed kiss as he pushed his thigh between yours. His hand followed your back down to your naked bum underneath the blanket, as the towel that had been wrapped around your hips had fallen down as a result of William pushing his thigh in between yours. He pushed his hips towards yours, and you both moaned into each other’s mouths. “Will, please do something,” you breathed, but quickly continuing your sloppy, but needy kisses. He rolled over you, kissing you harder as he pushed his thigh up, making you desperately arch your body into his. He moved his hand down your thigh, before retreating back to your side, making the space between your thighs free. He slowly let his hand find its way back up your thigh - on the inside this time - and you cursed at him for teasing you. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned as his fingers finally reached the place where you so desperately needed him most. You moaned, your body arching into his after every touch. His fingers slipped down your slit, and while he carefully followed your reaction with his eyes, he finally let his fingers sink into you. Your mouth fell open as a moan rolled off your tongue. You tightened your arm around Will’s neck, pulling him down to you, where you met in an openmouthed kiss. His tongue slotted against yours as his fingers moved in and out of you at a steady pace. When his thumb came up to give attention to your sensitive clit, your moans became more frequent and Will moved on to leave kisses down your neck. “I’m so close, Will,” you breathed, and he came back up to press his lips to yours, kissing you deeply as he twisted his fingers inside you. Your entire body arched into his as your orgasm washed over you, your forehead leaning against his as you couldn’t possibly concentrate on kissing him. You opened your eyes to see him watching you, his eyes following you closely. You felt your cheeks redden and you looked away, a smile growing on your lips. “Hey, don’t look away,” he said, smiling as well. You looked up at him with one eye still closed. “Why are you embarrassed?” he asked, making you shrug and pull him into a hug. “That was... really fucking hot,” he chuckled, leaving a kiss on your neck. You felt his hardness against your hip, and you pressed a kiss to his lips, your hand slipping back into his hair. He kissed you back immediately and you pushed up, making him roll to his back. He hummed against your lips as your hand moved down his torso - the hum turning into a groan when your hand covered the bulge in his shorts. “Shh,” he hushed, taking hold of your wrist and keeping it still. You looked up to the forest behind you, hearing voices becoming louder as they come closer. You looked back down at William, smiling as he with a disappointed expression pulled your hand away from his shorts. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” you whispered, kissing his cheek as you both sat up. You reached out to find your bikini bottoms dry, pulling them on while you were still under the blanket. “I hope everyone’s gone to bed when we get back,” he groaned, straining his neck to see a bunch of teenagers gathering near you with cans of beers in their hands. “I’m sorry to disappoint, but it’s only nine o’clock,” you chuckled, looking at the watch on your wrist. You quickly pack up all your things, pulling on your shorts and stepping back into your Birkenstocks. William pulled on a shirt and you made your way back. “Fuck, they’re all watching TV,” Will groan once you reach the gate leading up to the house. Through the window you could see them all gathered in the living room, the colors of the screen reflecting in the windows. There was no way you could sneak past them. “We’re not gonna be able to get away from them for a while,” William said, stopping on the porch, his hand on the door handle. “I know,” you smiled, pushing up on your toes to kiss him one last time before you exit the bubble the two of you had been in all day. “Hey, we just started a movie!” Michael told you once you both emerged from the hallway. “I’m just gonna go change, and I’ll be right down,” you said, as Will plastered a smile on his face and walked over to them. “Do you want us to press pause while you’re up?” Michael asked, sweetly. “No, it’s all good, I’ve seen it before,” you lied through your teeth, pretending to recognize the characters on the screen. The faster the movie was over, the better. You changed out of your denim shorts and your bikini bottoms and into actual underwear and a pair of comfortable shorts in a nice sweat pants like material - choosing to keep the hoodie William had borrowed you. When you came back down to the living room, your choices were sitting on the floor with Will’s sister or sharing the love seat with Will. You knew the best thing right now, for the both of you, would be to sit on the floor with Jaqueline, but still you found yourself sitting down in the love seat that didn’t really fit the both of you without you having to almost sit in William’s lap with his arm around you. His family didn’t bat an eye when you climbed into the chair, used to your affectionate behavior. And luckily, they’d turned their attention back to the movie when William at one point nuzzled his nose into your neck, especially when his free hand had made its way underneath your hoodie to rest on your waist. By the second half of the movie he was getting extremely impatient, you could hear him sighing behind you, his head leaning against your shoulder. When the movie finally ended, you made a show off yawning and stretching your arms over your head when you stood up, telling everyone that you were going to head to bed and wishing them a good night. William claimed to be just as tired, following you up the stairs. You heard at least two more talking about going to bed down stairs, and William grabbed your hand and quickly pulled you to his bedroom. You’d barely closed to the door behind you when William pulled you into him, pressing his lips to yours. One hand holding you close to him by your hip, the other cradling the back of your neck as he kissed you. You placed your hand on his hips as well, quickly letting them slide to his back and underneath his shirt, feeling his muscles moving beneath your fingers as his hands struggled to touch you and simultaneously hold you as close as possible. His tongue soon found its way into your mouth, and you found yourself moaning against his lips. This caused William to push his hips into yours and you could feel he was already hard – you weren’t really sure if he ever stopped being hard since the lake. As your fingers reach his hair, his came to your front, palming at your breast. You wanted to feel his skin against yours, letting your hands fall back down to his hips, feeling the thin material of his t-shirt between your fingers. You pulled away from his kiss and stepped back, lifting his shirt up and he immediately helped you get it off, throwing the shirt to the floor. You lifted your arms over your head and William immediately got the hint, taking hold of both your t-shirt and sweater, pulling it over your head letting them fall to the floor. You hadn’t bothered putting on a bra when you got back from the lake, something William seemed to be appreciating – his eyes on your chest as he reached out, placing his hands on your waist. His lips soon came back to yours, though, and your body was pulled flush against his. His hands slid to your back, fingers dancing across your lower back as you kissed – one hand sliding into the back of your loose shorts, his palm covering one of your cheeks. You moaned against his lips as he simultaneously squeezed your back side and pressed his hips to yours, his hardness against your lower stomach. You stepped back, your lips not leaving his, but your hand fell to the waist of his jean shorts, one finger hooked into the waistband and you slowly opened the button and zipper while Will impatiently whined against your lips. His bottoms fell to the floor and he kicked them to the side, where yours soon would follow. His hand slid down your thigh and he lifted your leg up to his hip, his own thigh pressing in between yours. Your mouth fell open as you gasped against his lips, and he moved on to kiss your neck. Your hand that previously had been roaming over his strong back, came back to his front and you let your palm cover the bulge in his boxers, adding pressure and enjoying the sounds erupting from his throat and how the vibrations felt against your neck. One of your hands made their way to his hair in the back of his neck and you got a good amount of his hair between your fingers, pulling him back to get your lips back on his – you were rewarded with another deep groan. You pulled your thigh from his and stepped up on your toes to deepen the kiss, his hand coming up to your neck to help your cause. You let your fingers move from his bulge to hooking inside the waistband of his boxers. He moaned against your lips again, as if he was begging you to rid him of his last piece of clothing. You smiled against his lips as you let your other hand fall to his hip as well, pulling down his boxers and letting them fall to the floor. While you wrapped your hand around his shaft, his hand went to the sides of your underwear, helping them fall of your hips and to the floor as well. Only seconds later his hand wrapped around your wrist, bringing your hand away from him, before quickly bending down and picking you up, leaving your underwear and all your other clothes behind on the floor as he turned and carried you towards his bed. He got into bed with you still in his arms, settling on the mattress with both his knees before letting you fall down on the soft white sheets. He fell forward, his outstretched arms breaking his fall on each side of your body. He came down, his lips touching yours as well as his hips. Now resting on one of his elbows, his other hand went under you, slipping down to your thigh and presses your body against his in search of friction. You moan into his mouth as he ground his hips into yours. “Will,” you moan, but it comes out more as a whine, a beg for him to do something. “Yeah, yeah,” he mumbled, more to himself than to you, you thought. He scrambled to move one his legs out from in between yours, his hand coming down to your center. His fingers slipped between your lips, two fingers sliding into you in one swift motion. When the first moan escaped your lips, he started a trail of kisses down your neck, hushing you with a soft chuckle. He captured your nipple between his lips, making it even harder for you to keep quiet as he worked on stretching you out. You put your hand in his hair and lightly pulled him up. “I’m ready,” you breathed, pressing your lips against his once he let go of your nipple that had been between his lips. “Fuck,” he moaned against your mouth, reaching out towards his nightstand. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m on the pill,” you say, half your words barely audible as your mouth moves against his. He repeats his previous curse, rolling his hips into yours. “You sure?” he asks, his mouth pressed to your neck as he talks. “Yes,” you breathe, letting your head fall back on the pillow when you feel the tip of his cock between your lips, pressing into you. Will’s head is rested on your shoulder as he stills, fully inside you. He leaves a few light kisses on your neck before he comes up, his head just an inch or two above your face. His hand comes up to push a strand of hair out of your face and behind your ear. “I love you,” he whispers, a smile tugging on his lips – the smile spreading to yours as he comes down to kiss you. “I love you, too,” you smile against his lips. He lets his hand fall back down to your thigh, he lifts it up to his hip, letting it rest on top of his as he moves one knee up to get to a better angle. Once he’s satisfied with the position, his hands come back up and he starts moving, his fingers moving over your upper body as he rolls his hips into yours. Your mouth fall open to the feeling of William finally moving – finally inside you. A soft moan rolled of your tongue, reminding Willy that he had to find a way to keep you quiet. He pressed his lips to yours, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. Your hands were all over his back, one hand moving up and into the hair in the back of his neck, letting your fingers disappear into thick, blond locks of hair. Suddenly he got up on both knees, holding on to you and bringing you with him as he got up, turned around and fell back on the bed with you on top of him. He didn’t stay down for long, sitting up and meeting your lips in an immediately heated kiss, his hands landing on your hips to help your pace as you start rolling your hips. As your movements become sloppier and less consistent, his thumb comes down to your clit. “Are you close, baby?” he asks in a hushed voice, leaving a few kisses down the side of your neck and to your shoulder. You nod, just barely getting out a ‘yeah’, leaning down and resting your forehead on his shoulder, your arms around him, holding on as your eyes clench shut. “Let go,” he breathes, his hot breath giving your shivers as it hits the wet spots from his kisses. You pick your head up and pull him back with the hand in his hair, pressing your lips to his in a hard kiss in an attempt to stay quiet as the feeling takes over and you fall over the edge. William’s arms wrap around you, pressing you to him as he thrusts up into you, helping you ride out your high. Once you’re on your way back down, he flips you back over, landing on top of you again. He ups the pace, thrusting into you a few more times to reach his own orgasm – collapsing on top of you in a mess of pants and soft moans. His head is resting on your chest, your fingers tangled in his locks, while you both calm down – and then a little longer. He tilts his head slightly, pressing a few soft kisses to your neck before he slowly gets up on his elbows, pressing down into the mattress on each side of your body. A little smile is a tugging at his lips, and it sends your own into a full-blown grin – to which a soft laugh escapes his throat and he leans forward, attacking your cheeks with kisses. You turn your head to meet his kisses with your lips and you end up spending a few minutes sharing sweet, happy kisses. “Hey, let’s take a quick shower,” he smiles, poking your cheek. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” you hum, reaching out for him to take your hand and help you up once he’s out of the bed. He pulls you up but doesn’t move, instead leans down to place another kiss on your lips and wrap his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom when your wrap yours around his neck. You giggle softly as he refuses to let you down, turning on the shower while still holding you up – not letting your feet hit the ground until the water is at a nice temperature and you’re in the shower. You spend a few minutes in there leant against his chest as the water rinses your bodies of sweat, and sex, and dirt from the lake. He helps you wash your hair, and it’s not long until he wraps you in a big, soft towel. “Do you want me to go on a quick toothbrush run across the hallway?” he asks, sweetly. You laugh at how cute he looks with his own toothbrush hanging out of the side of his mouth as he speaks. You nod and he’s out the door, holding onto the towel he’s got wrapped around his hips as he runs to the guest room to get you your toothbrush. He’s back in seconds, holding out your toothbrush in front of him. “I mean, I could’ve gone myself but thanks,” you giggle, pushing up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek. “Mm, but I can get caught naked in the hallway in the middle of the night without it being weird. You can’t,” he says, pulling you closer to him by your waist. “And clothes are not an option right now,” he adds, making you laugh again. You’re swaying back and forth, his arms wrapped around you as you lean against his body. He’s humming and you’re enjoying the feeling of his soft skin against your cheek. His hands come up to the towel that’s wrapped around your head, undoing it and then starts to dry your hair while you peacefully lean against him looking up at him and leaving a few kisses on his scruffy jaw. His smile widens when he hears you yawn. “Let’s go to sleep, yeah?” he kisses your cheek. You nod and he leaves your hair towel on the bathroom before following you back into the bedroom. He makes sure to pull back the sheets before dropping the towel on the ground and climbing in. You let go of yours as well, smiling as he taps the spot next to him. You feel slightly insecure as you’re about to climb over him completely naked, but when he grabs your hips to steady you and looks up at you with the look of complete adoration in his eyes, you forget it all. You lay down, resting your head on his arm that is stretched out only for you to use it as a pillow. He pulls you into him before grabbing the sheets and pulling it up until it covers your chests. “You are so beautiful,” he whispers as his fingers are brushing through your damp hair, your eyes struggling to keep open. A smile that’s never really been fully gone all day spreads on your lips, and you open your eyes to see him smiling as well. You pull yourself closer to him with the arm that you’ve got resting on his torso, nuzzling into his neck. “I love you,” you breathe, sighing peacefully when you listen to him repeat the words back to you, thinking that you’ve never felt more comfortable.

You wake to the sound of Camilla bursting into Williams room, expecting to wake her son - and only her son - for breakfast, before she would move on to a light knock on the door to the guest room to wake you. But instead she found you there as well, in his bed - in his arms, nothing but naked shoulders and intertwined legs sticking out from the light comforter. “Oh!” she says, surprised, a smile quickly spreading to her lips. “Mom...” William whined, pulling the comforter up to make sure your naked chest was covered - there had definitely been some side boob, squeezed between yours and William’s chests, showing. “Oh, don’t worry! This is good,” she gesticulated, her arms moving in your direction. “I’m just glad you two finally figured it out,” she added excitedly, backing out the door whilst your cheeks reddened against William’s chest. “Oh, and get up, there’s breakfast in the garden!” “Oh god,” you mumbled into Will’s chest, moving your arm that had been stretched out over his torso up to slide around his neck, pulling yourself up and hiding your blushing cheeks in the crease between his neck and his shoulder. “I should’ve known that would happen,” he groaned. “I’m sorry,” he added, his hand coming up to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” you sat up slightly, leaning on your forearm, your head just a few inches over his. “Let’s look at the bright side, now we don’t have to tell them, everyone will know before we even get down there,” you told him, making him laugh. “They probably already know by now,” he laughed, and you patiently waited for his laugh to calm down before you leant down and met his lips in a smiling kiss. His hand came up to your face as he kissed you back, the kiss quickly deepening. William pushed up, making you fall to your back - him quickly following you by climbing over you, his thigh moving between yours. You opened your mouth, your tongue meeting his as his hand moved down your side, stopping to massage your breast, before moving on to the back of your thigh. He took hold of your thigh, bringing your knee up to his hip, his thigh sliding up between your legs, making you moan against his lips. “Fuck,” William pulled back, pressing his forehead to yours. “I want you so bad,” he breathed, making another wave of want for him crash at the pit of your stomach. You arched you back, leaning up to press another openmouthed kiss to his lips. “We should probably stop,” you panted, “your mom will probably come back if we don’t show up soon,” you added. William sighed but nodded, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before he climbed out of bed, his hand immediately moving over his very erected member as he made his way to the bathroom. You got up too, realizing all your clothes from last night where spread out over the floor. “Oh god, Will, my thong is literally right by the door... next to your boxers,” you hid your face in your hands, thinking about what his mother had seen. “I don’t think it would have made a difference, you were pretty clearly naked on top of me - wouldn’t have to be a rocket scientist to understand what we were up to last night, not even my mom,” he stopped his ramble when he saw your reflection in the mirror, fully dressed in your shorts and the hoodie you’d borrowed from Will when you’d gotten cold by the lake. “She didn’t have to see my dirty panties, though,” you said, leaning in the doorway. He shrugged. “You having trouble with that?” you nodded towards the obvious bulge in his shorts. William looked down at his crotch, as if to judge his situation. “It won’t go away,” he said, dramatically. You walked over to him, leaning your back to the sink, looking up at him. “How long do you think it would take me to get rid of it for you?” you smirked, making his mouth fall open. “Not long,” he breathed, his voice low. Before he could think of his next move, you’d slung one arm around his neck, pressing your lips to his - your other hand moving into his loose shorts, taking hold of his erection. William groaned against your lips and you moved down, leaving a few kisses on his neck before completely falling to your knees, pulling his shorts down and placing the head of his dick on your tongue. His hand came down to hold your hair back and you took him into your mouth. He was right, it didn’t take you long to get rid of it - only a couple of minutes of your lips around his cock and your hand alternating between his shaft and his balls before he came down your throat with a deep moan. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, more so to himself, when you got back up to your feet and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand – smiling.

You felt a small ball of anxiety build in your chest as you walked through the opened French doors and out into the garden to where William’s entire family was waiting. You didn’t know how to act, if you should act like nothing had changed or if you wanted to die and disappear into a hole in the ground, so you just kind of strategically walked behind Willy, so that no one would be able to see your face. Your plan wasn’t exactly long term, though, as you couldn’t really hide behind him once you got to the table. It was all fine, though, until you ended up sitting down right across the table from Alex who met your anxious eyes with a huge, shit-eating grin. It was at that point that your cheeks decided to flare up into an aggressive red and not just the one, but both Nylander brothers laughed at you. You couldn’t stop from laughing yourself, but you sunk down in your chair, both hands raising to cover your face as you laughed with the rest of the table that had now joined in. The laughter died down and William put his hands under your arms, comedically pulling you back up in your chair before leaning over and placing a quick kiss to your forehead – to which Alex decided to elicit a loud and overdramatic “Awww, so cute!” “Really, Alex? Like you haven’t seen that a hundred times before,” William shook his head at his little brother, chuckling. A kiss on the forehead wasn’t new and every person around this breakfast table had seen it before. In fact, William wasn’t even the only one around said table to have kissed you on your forehead. “Oh, but now I know the meaning behind it,” he said, equally as dramatic – even laying his hand over his heart as he said it, making both you and William, and everyone else roll your eyes. “Give me a break, Alex,” you said, shaking your head as well and turning back to what you were here for in the first place, picking a slice of bread from the basket that Camilla held towards you and Willy. “On a more serious note, when did this happen?” Camilla asked, somehow being able to scold her youngest son and simultaneously sound joyous over yourself and her oldest son. “I don’t know, like… thirty hours ago?” William said, poking at your phone that laid on the table between your plates to see the time. “Thirty hours ago?” Camilla repeated with a confused look on her face. “So, that’s what was so funny you had to keep me awake for it in the middle of the night?” Alex asked, amused. You and Willy both nodded, chuckling as you thought back to giggling in the hammock two nights ago. “Well, I think it was worth keeping Alex up,” she adds, sending you a warm and welcoming smile as your cheeks reddens again and William’s arm wrap around your shoulders.

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THE SAIMON FAMILY CASE recaps [11/13]

In which Ajiro finally tells us what’s going on via a long Wordplay Hell, we learn many things about Tensui and the Saimon family, and the author won’t let you forget how much he loves Maijo Otaro. [tw: talk of anti-Korean violence]

On September 1st, the detectives are in the middle of their usual work in the Club (though Ajiro for some reason seems to be paying more attention to a TV documentary looking back on the Great Kanto Earthquake). They learn from a phone call that Hyousen’s wife, Shima, died of heart failure. It seems that she grew sick from exhaustion while helping his husband manage the entire Fujita-gumi after Kyuuzou’s passing. It’s worth repeating that her death did not happen on the 19th.

After the funeral, Ajiro heads alone to Hiroshima Prefecture where he was born. Kirigirisu learns from more knowledgeable Arito Tarou that Ajiro actually pays regular visits there, checking on a child that was orphaned during the Ajiro Family Murder Case. Arito doesn’t intend to share any more details.

“You know, Kirigirisu,” Ajiro says once he comes back on September 5th, “there’s a lot of people around me who have the kanji for “horse” (馬) in their names.”

Ajiro’s father, who died during that mysterious Murder Case, was called Souma (壮馬). Incidentally, the Tsukumo family member who took care of the hammer sharks was also called Souma (蒼馬), and he had brothers Tsushima (対馬) and Ranma (乱馬). That orphan that Ajiro regularly checks on also has some sort of a name ending in -ma (Kirigirisu isn’t told the exact name, as the Ajiro Family Murder Case is still a confidential L Crime). Even the building where Nihon Tantei Club is located is called Madano (馬多野).

Ajiro doesn’t say what he actually means by pointing this out. Instead he makes a phone call to the journalist Uyama Hideo. Uyama has been investigating the Shiroyasha Case closely and confirms that it’s still going on. He acknowledges with his usual sighing that (oh…) it might be dangerous for him to investigate any further, but (oh, oh…) he’s determined to get to the bottom of this.

After the call, Ajiro says that Uyama would make a fine detective, as his words hid an important hint.

“What word leaves the deepest impression when you listen to Uyama?” he asks Kirigirisu.

“Do you mean… all that oh he’s doing?”

“That’s right. That oh is the key to the case. Or rather, the fact that it’s a repeating oh, oh. Not only that, Uyama’s presence itself hints at the secret behind the case.” Ajiro makes sure they won’t be heard by others in the office before continuing.

First, he explains the Rising Flag Card, the illusion in which a spectator had to choose one of the flags. The truth is, the spectator assisting in the illusion was cooperating with Koyomi—but in a different way than one may expect. He wasn’t a planted assistant, but a so-called impromptu stooge. First, he was chosen from the audience using a quiz that would require a certain level of adult intelligence. The spectator would get on the stage, be asked to select a card, and choose the exact card Koyomi wanted once he saw the magic words written on the table.

The magic words were simply “Please choose the flag of Japan!” and a promise of getting a cool souvenir if he cooperated. Secrets really are that simple sometimes.

For his next explanation, Ajiro pulls out that 500 yen coin gimmick out of his pocket—but wait, why does he have it? Gensui made the coin disappear at the end of his last lecture!

“Kirigirisu, do you still not understand the method even after I’ve just explained it? I was the impromptu stooge in Gensui’s illusion.”

Ajiro performs Change The World: he puts the coin on top of his open left palm, moves his right hand above it, the coin disappears in an instant… and just a moment later falls on the table from above.

The method is once again simple. Ajiro first threw the coin up into his right hand using a sleight called the Muscle Pass. Then, when Kirigirisu was paying attention to the magically empty left hand, Ajiro simply threw the coin in the air.

When Gensui performed Change The World for them, he threw the coin to Ajiro, who hid it in his pocket. As we remember, Ajiro was also an impromptu stooge in the sponge ball multiplication illusion. The magician making someone their accomplice just by giving them a right look is a very fun aspect of magic.

It stops being fun when a similar technique is used by a murderer.

“When we were given the investigation request, in a sense we became assistants chosen from the audience to participate in the illusion. I can’t ignore the possibility that we unwittingly became impromptu stooges, helping the magician do exactly what he wanted.”

“Then… we, who represent the audience, were intentionally shown Yumeji’s murder, were shown that we could be together with the suspects all day and a case would still happen, all so their alibi would be demonstrated to the rest of the audience—the rest of the world…”

“The reason why I reveal the impromptu stooge secret to you today is because I finally decided to confront Gensui. He has to either be the culprit, or at least be involved with them in some way. Uyama’s words inspired me. You see, one time when he said his usual oh, oh, I heard it as houou.”

Houou… and what on earth does that mean? A phoenix? A pope? An emperor turned monk? Kirigirisu can’t guess.

Ajiro doesn’t explain it yet, but adds that Uyama used other hints as well. For example, one time when talking to Ajiro, he mentioned this “Maya” author that he wanted to help debut—not an actual person, rather his concept of an ideal writer. In fact, he dreamed of two writers like that and even already created pen names for them.

One writer’s name would be inspired by the name Uyama Hideo, an anagram of which was maya-o-dehiu, so basically Maya wo debiu— (“let’s have Maya debut”).

The other dream writer, the true personification of Uyama’s ideals and concepts, a writer-y ultimate weapon of sorts, would get Uyama’s oh put in front of the common first name Tarou. Uyama would want for that writer to evoke strong feelings about concepts he loves beyond anything else, ma (“evil influence” or “devil”, also "magic") and ijou (“strangeness”). It would be a bit difficult to make a coherent writer nickname out of all that, but Uyama still longs to find that Outarou of Mai and jou.

...but we’re getting off-topic here. As for this ideal “Maya” writer, Uyama once told Ajiro what seemed like drunken nonsense at the time:

“Oh… I’d like to meet that Maya soon. He’s like a prince for me. Oh... oh, Maya the prince...”

Ajiro still refuses to explain just what on earth could this mean. Instead, he talks about another illusion Gensui showed them, the one with the gimmick pen seemingly penetrating a bill. It seemed like it would work with any place on any normal bill, which leaves two questions. One, why was Gensui so against using a 1000 yen bill? Two, when he did perform the illusion with the 10,000 yen bill from Ajiro, was it just an accident that he aimed the pen between the portrait and the watermark, instead of just having it go through the portrait for a better effect?

As for that second question... maybe there’s a reason why Gensui wouldn’t be able to pierce the portrait. Ajiro shows Kirigirisu two bills, 5,000 yen and 10,000 yen. Both look normal, both with Prince Shoutoku on them as usual, nothing strange.

“I don’t know if Gensui was even aware of what he was doing,” Ajiro says, “but the reason why he couldn’t pierce through the portrait was because he would be stabbing an image of himself. The true identity of Soga Tensui is Shoutoku Taishi.”

Which sounds completely nuts.

But Ajiro seems completely serious, so Kirigirisu has to accept it for now.

“So when you jumped to the occasion to lend Gensui the bill, you were aiming to test this theory?”

“Precisely. The other bill also has its own meaning.” Ajiro points to the 1,000 yen bill that Gensui and his family didn’t want to use, the one with the politician Itou Hirobumi.

Kirigirisu once again has no idea what this means. However, he now realizes that those strange words Ajiro once said about “ambassadors” (taishi) and having “ambition” (also taishi) may have been him dropping clues.

Ajiro starts a lengthy explanation of his reasoning.

Shoutoku Taishi is famous for introducing Buddhism to Japan and thus becoming a religious leader of sorts—the word for such a religious leader would be houou.

Uyama’s words about “Oh, oh, Maya the prince” were a hint about “Oh, U-maya-do prince”. Prince Shoutoku’s actual name was Prince Umayado (or Umayato)—Umayado no Ouji or Umayado no Miko (lit. “the Stable Door Prince”).

As for Ajiro’s claim that Uyama’s existence in itself pointed to the solution, the name Uyama Hideo is an anagram of umaya (w)o hide, “came from the stable”. Legend has it that Prince Shoutoku was born in front of a stable, which is where his name Umayado no Ouji came from.

Also, Uyama had that other nickname, Hideomi (日出臣), the kanji possibly referring to “the (land of) rising sun” (日出処) and “minister, subject” (臣). Prince Shoutoku famously wrote in a letter to the Emperor of China: From the sovereign of the land of the rising sun to the sovereign of the land of the setting sun.

Okay, but all those wordplays just link Prince Shoutoku to Uyama. Where's the relation between Shoutoku and Soga Tensui?

First of all, that shrine in which Tensui loves to hide is called Shouryouin (聖霊院). That’s suspiciously similar to Shouryoue (聖霊会), a ceremony held on the anniversary of Prince Shoutoku’s death in Shitennou-ji, a temple built on Shoutoku’s own request.

Oh, and another temple connected to him, Houryuu-ji, has a part actually called Shouryouin—a hall dedicated to Prince Shoutoku’s soul. Another part of Houryuu-ji is Yumedono, the Hall of Dreams that looks highly similar to Tensui’s Shouyrouin and is associated with—you guessed it—Prince Shoutoku.

Shitennou-ji and Houryuu-ji have one Sword of Seven Stars each in their collections, both weapons allegedly having belonged to Prince Shoutoku centuries ago. Shiroyasha’s sword looks awfully similar to them.

As for that entire spiel about names that have a “horse” in them—it also fits the name of Shoutoku’s associate Soga no Umako (蘇我馬子). The historic Soga clan was probably where the name Soga Tensui came from (although it uses different kanji). Considering that Prince Shoutoku had some blood connections to the historic Soga family, he would be a Soga himself.

Kirigirisu can’t help but notice the entire theory is flimsy. What next, are we going to claim that the Club’s own four Young Shitennou are a hint about Shitennou-ji?

Ajiro seems to think that is the case. In fact, if we look at those four, we have two whose names resemble temple names (Raiou-ji and Yakushi-ji), Mikuruma whose first name is read Noritaka, but spelt just like Houryuu(-ji) (法隆), and then Gotou, whose real name is Gojuunotou, “five-storied pagoda”, just like one of the buildings of Horyuu-ji.

“Kirigirisu, meaningful coincidences—messages from God, you could call them—are scattered all throughout this world. It's an undeniable fact that Uyama and our detectives all really exist and are named the way they are. Obviously it's not because some writer came and gave all characters of his novel convenient names. Yes, I know that my grandfather’s reasoning method, mushindenshin, is defined by being able to access “godly knowledge” by freeing oneself from obstructive thoughts, but the phrase doesn’t refer to any actual god. Just to detecting those coincidences—those godsend messages.”

[Mushin can mean both the Buddhist concept of becoming free of obstructive thoughts, as well as simply innocence; I feel like the first definition fits Soujin better, but the second one may fit the book more, considering how much we talked about the relation of childhood innocence and magic.]

Ajiro agrees that even though all the coincidences point to there being a connection between Prince Shoutoku and Soga Tensui, it’s a weak proof. However—

“Kirigirisu, all of this doesn't mean that Soga Tensui actually is Prince Shoutoku. I myself don’t believe that’s the case. What matters is whether or not Soga Tensui himself believes it.”

If Soga Tensui really is convinced he’s Shoutoku, then surely it's not just a coincidence that the Sword of Seven Stars was used as a murder weapon.

When Ajiro talked with Ryuuguu Jounosuke, the boy didn’t want to answer the questions about whether the name Shakuya was related to the Big Dipper, and whether the word shaku had another important meaning. His silence proved that it was indeed a part of yossha no ojisan’s secret. Ajiro explains that aside from a dipper, the word shaku can also mean a ritual baton often seen in portraits of noblemen… for example, held by Prince Shoutoku in his portrait on the bill.

Another hint is that when they met all the children that one day in the winter, Tousen Matoki was pretending to be Prince Shoutoku, as if he got that idea from somewhere. Ajiro thinks it highly possible that Soga Tensui, for whatever reason, told only the children about his “real” identity being Prince Shoutoku. It’s likely that adult members of the family like Taishi have no idea about his belief.

Speaking of whom, Taishi’s first name is of course yet another coincidence leading to Shoutoku Taishi.

But back to what Jounosuke told them, the phrase yossha no ojisan was also a clue: ojisan is similar to ouji-san, “prince”. The young wordician could definitely mix those two meanings together as a form of wordplay.

Then what does the yossha part mean? Ajiro thinks that it was the result of young Jounosuke substituting a better known word for an unusual name: Yoshua…. also known as Jesus.

“Oh my god!” Kirigirisu shouts when he realizes just what that means.

“God indeed,” Ajiro gives him a wry smile. “Jesus Christ himself. Soga Tensui believes himself to be not only Prince Shoutoku, but also Jesus.”

What kind of a ridiculous sect thing did they stumble into?! Prince Shoutoku and Jesus at once…

Ajiro explains that the concept of Shoutoku and Jesus possibly being connected isn’t that new. There’s even a fringe hypothesis that they were one and the same person. After all, there is no definite proof of Shoutoku even being a real historical figure, so maybe all those legends about him were created later. As for Jesus, there’s so many theories about him that some Japanese people insist that he avoided crucifixion by switching places with his younger brother, escaped to Japan, and was buried in the quiet village Shingo. Soga Tensui no doubt made use of that vagueness of history to prop up his belief.

And here’s where another part of their conversation with Jounosuke comes into play. Ajiro asked him about the word juuku, then about Golgo 13. Both these names actually mean the same thing. Golgo 13 references Golgotha, the place of Jesus’s crucifixion. With juuku, you have to imagine both its kanji written vertically, 十 on top of 九... which, if you squint, may look like a cross on top of a hill—Golgotha.

What’s more, nineteen (十九) refers to when all the deaths of the Case happen: the 19th day of every month.

The Saimons live in Shimane Prefecture, the location of the legendary Izumo known as the Land of Gods. According to legends, it's the place where gods would gather (though they were much different gods than Jesus). Their exact gathering place is said to be the shrine Izumo-taisha, more specifically a part of it called Juukusha (十九社)—yet another juuku.

Ajiro at first thought Juukusha could be the only inspiration behind Saimon Juku’s name, but the Golgotha hypothesis was more likely. After all, the phrase juujika no kyuu (“the hill of the Cross”) could be shortened to juu-kyuu, which can be written down as 十九.

There's still one other hidden meaning that Ajiro discovered in words.

The “Land of Gods” (神の国) that Fujita Daisen so passionately spoke about might mean something other than Izumo. When using alternate readings for the kanji of that phrase, kan for “god” (神) and koku for “land” (国), together it would make kan(no)koku = kankoku. The land Daisen wanted to see before his death was kankoku, South Korea (or maybe Korea in general).

“But why would Daisen want to see Korea so much?” Kirigirisu asks.

“Because Korea is where his family is from.”

“Do you mean that Fujita-gumi had a lot of Koreans in it and Daisen’s father Kyuuzou married one of them?”

“No. The Fujitas aren’t of Korean descent. I meant that many people from the other side of Daisen’s family, the Saimons and their relatives, are Zainichi Korean.”

Kirigirisu is utterly baffled by this statement. Didn’t Ajiro himself tell him about how the Saimons had been living in Tsuwano for seven centuries?

Well, Ajiro himself didn’t know the entire truth back then, and what he told Kirigirisu wasn’t technically a lie: the Saimon lineage does reach that far.

However, all three Tamakos are Korean.

As Kirigirisu forgot a lot of basic history due to his amnesia, Ajiro gives him a much needed lecture. [This is told in the same way Ajiro tells it; possible biases are on him and the author.]

First, we have to take a look at how the relations between Korea and Japan looked like over the last hundred years. After the incident of 1875 when Japanese soldiers attacked Korean Ganghwa Island, Japan pressed Korea to sign the unequal Japan-Korea Treaty of 1876.

Near the end of the 19th century, a lot of Koreans moved to work in Japan. Among them were namsadang, groups of travelling entertainers performing various circus acts. The three Tamakos were a part of one such group. They did a lot of shows in Japan’s coal mine towns, and it happened that two owners of these mines—a Tsukumo and a Tousen—along with their Saimon friend set their eyes on the three Tamakos, and then essentially bought them for marriage. The love-struck men used their riches to establish the Soga Tenju Troupe for their wives.

Soon, things started getting worse for Korea, until finally Japan annexed it with the Japan-Korea Treaty of 1910.

Korean people faced many human rights violations at that time. Japanese police killed thousands of Korean protesters during the March 1st Movement in 1919. Thousands more were massacred in the aftermath of the Great Kanto Earthquake in 1923, when false rumors claimed that Korean residents would poison wells or commit arson.

During World War II, huge numbers of Koreans were forcibly relocated to Japan to serve as laborers and soldiers, and at least a hundred thousand Korean women were brought into sex slavery as “comfort women”. The policy called soushi-kaimei came into effect, pushing Korean citizens to change their names to Japanese ones in order to facilitate assimilation. Teaching the Korean language and history in schools was eventually prohibited, and visits to Shinto shrines were compulsory no matter the faith.

After the War, Soviet Union occupied the north of Korea, while USA occupied the south. In 1950, North Korea invaded South Korea attempting to unify the country under its rule. The Korean War reached a stalemate in 1953, leaving the two Koreas still separate.

(The narration, which unlike our detectives knows the future, adds that this armistice is still in effect in the early 2000s, but efforts are being made to officially end the Korean War, for example with the 2000 Inter-Korean Summit.)

[And we, the readers from 2020, may add that even more efforts to resolve the conflict are being made lately, many summits between the leaders of both Koreas and US going on since 2018.]

“Then… boss, could the motive behind the Saimon Family Case have something to do with the past events between Japan and Korea?” Kirigirisu asks, moved to tears by all the bloody history he just heard about for the first time (or at least for the first time since his amnesia).

“I can’t say for sure, but the possibility is high.”

Then… If we assume Soga Tensui really is the culprit, what exactly is the motive? It's true that both Gensui and Tensui are Japanese by descent [as in, none of the Tamakos and presumably no other Korean person can be found among their close ancestors, see the family tree]. Then again, Tensui’s closest ones are descended from one of the Tamakos; his wife Miku could count as being third generation Zainichi, and his son Juku as fourth generation. [I'm not sure if the term Zainichi would actually apply here, but this is how Ajiro uses it. Note that by his definition, Nemu and Yomiko are also fourth generation.]

Out of the twelve victims of the Case so far, nine were of Korean descent (the remaining three being Daisen, Daisetsu and Kyuuzou).

The question is once again: who is targeting who?

In Kirigirisu's mind, it looks more and more like Soga Tensui isn’t actually the culprit, but one of the targets. Someone from outside may be trying to destroy the entire giant family.

However, Ajiro still seems certain that Soga Tensui is involved in the Case.

Ajiro continues his explanations. Everyone from the family except for the three Tamakos is by law considered Japanese in the family register, and the entries for each Tamako were apparently lost after the war. Basically, there is no easy way for an outsider to learn about their roots. As a part of a marginalized and often persecuted group, the Saimons prefer to keep their identity a secret from everyone, even from close friends like Ajiro.

Ajiro only learned about the family’s roots after Shiranui's detective friend dug out the information, but he had already suspected it based on multiple clues.

For example, the reason why the Circus received a warm welcome touring between coal mine towns could be in part because a lot of mine workers were Korean.

All those posters in the local bar portrayed celebrities of Korean descent, and the bar owner was Zainichi himself—in fact, all of the members of the hiking club except Daisen were. The word for that hiking club, sengakukai (山岳会), could even be a pun on “Korean mountain association” (鮮岳会).

Nagasaki-kai, the group that was once friendly towards Fujita-gumi, had a lot of Koreans in their midst, and their name could also be either a pun or a coincidence. “Nagasaki” wasn't written the same way as the city, but used another spelling (長先) that could also be read as chousen, “Korea”. As Ajiro explains, many Koreans in Japan enter yakuza because of their life circumstances. Many work in places such as pachinko parlors or yakiniku restaurants, and it’s very possible that it was the good relations with Nagasaki-kai that allowed non-Koreans Hyousen and Daisen to be granted supervision of respectively the parlors and the restaurants.

Another clue is related to the Saimon family’s two dogs, Koma and Ria. The name Koma comes from komainu, the stone guardian lion-dogs at Shinto shrines. While the spelling changed over time, the term komainu originally translated to just “Korean dog”. The wordplay behind the name Ria is harder to guess: one word for a dog is wanko, and this particular wanko is named Ria. It’s therefore wanko Ria, or should we say: “One Korea”, something precious that was lost to time.

Other, maybe less probable details about the family also come to mind. For example, Ajiro thinks their unusual beauty could have been inherited from Korean ancestors, and Miku’s unusually tasting dishes were not the product of her inability to cook, but of her having a different palate than most Japanese people.

Even the magic show provided clues about the family's past: the Rising Flag Card changing from the Korean one to the Japanese one wasn’t a random choice.

The reason why the Saimons never use the 1,000 yen bill is because it portrays the first Resident-General of Korea, Itou Hirobumi, who approved the Korean annexation in 1909.

And so we have arrived at the following conclusions: the three Tamakos are Korean, many of the Saimons and their relatives are Korean-Japanese… and oh, right, Soga Tensui is convinced that he’s Prince Shoutoku and Jesus at the same time.

The question is, what on earth does all that mean for the Case?

[>>>NEXT PART>>>]

#sparkly reads the saimon family case #maijo and jdc stuff #you know you're approaching the finale of a JDC novel when the Wordplay Hell Explanation shows up

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #240

end of the year one!

What did you do in 2019 that you’d never done before? Uhhhh. Wow. I honestly don't really know; not a lot. Uhhhh... oh, I was sexually involved with a girl, I worked at a deli for A WHOLE TWO HOURS!!!!, I'm still a shameful shit that being on that damn pill actually drove me to masturbating for the first time (yes, I know it's not "bad," but), OH! I very recently found myself to relate to Neo-Paganism so kinda identify as that now, I finished a full semester of college, and uhhh. It's funny, '18 and '19 kinda blur together for me, so I can't say with certainty when some certain things took place, so it doesn't even feel right putting them here? Did you keep your new years’ resolutions, and will you make more for next year? I didn't make one; I pretty much never do. This year, however, I just might. Like I've always thought "dude it's just another day there is literally no actual difference," but I want to focus on the actual symbolism. No, there is no physical difference, but it's the idea I want to appreciate. I want to make something about self-improvement this year, probably mostly about AvPD and its "I'm embarrassed by myself omg people think I'm weird" factor irl, because that FUUUUCKS WIIIITH MEEEEE. I want to be comfortable as me, y'know? Oh, and I should definitely work on independence. Did anyone close to you give birth? No, but my sister is pregnant. Did anyone close to you die? My dog Teddy. What countries did you visit? I didn't leave and have never left America, yaaaaay. Fun. Adventure. What would you like to have in 2020 that you lacked in 2019? An income. Let photography go somewhere or some shit, please. What date from 2019 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? November 28th, when Teddy was put down. That's something I can never forget. What was your biggest achievement of the year? Said lasting a college semester!!!! I failed my math course as I expected to, but I mean, I lasted. What was your biggest failure? To ME anyway (people have assured me otherwise from their perspectives), it would be the first "professional" wedding I shot. I put so much into that day and the DAYS of post processing, and they never bought any of the pictures. Said they were going to discuss which ones they wanted and get back to me and then poof, vanished. I was very suspicious by another person, I think family, being there taking pictures pretty much just as much as I did, even posing people, and by now I'm pretty sure they used me (or her, idk) as backup. My only guess is my pictures weren't what they wanted so they chose the route of not paying, which, TECHNICALLY, isn't against my terms of service; you just have to pay the sitting fee, you see previews w/ watermarks, and THEN you pay for each photo you actually WANT. That's a loophole I probably need to fix, because I can honestly say $20 did NOT cover my time, hyperhidrosis e x p l o s i o n, anxiety, and my previously-mentioned DAYS-long editing period. Not to mention I was and still genuinely am proud of how the pictures turned out. OKAY WOW I'm seriously ranting but yeah I'm obviously still tilted. Did you suffer illness or injury? Did I? I don't think so. At least nothing serious. I did have a fall, but the resulting bruises and twists were negligible. What was the best thing you bought? A fuckin honeybun from the school snack machine lmao. I don't have my own income, so I just get little cash from Mom if needed for when I go out or anything. Where did most of your money go? See above. So, food lol. What did you get really, really, really excited about? Sara coming on my birthday, Ozzy re-announcing his tour for next year (WITH MANSON Y'ALL!!!!!!!!!!) and Mom and I being like "um fuck yes we're going," and that's all I can think about right now. It's not common I get like, THAT excited. What song will always remind you of 2019? *shrug* None off the top of my head stand out. Compared to this time last year, are you: Happier or sadder? Older or wiser? Thinner or fatter? (I've been at a weight loss stalemate for two fucking years now, so neither.) Richer or poorer? (No personal income, and I don't know the exact financial position Mom's in compared to last year.) What do you wish you’d done more of? See Sara and Dad much more, reach out to more friends, exercise, cleaning alksdjfawei, studying. What do you wish you’d done less of? Sitting on this computer gahhhhhhhhhhhhhh- I honestly would prefer to just not dwell on this "I wish I had..." subject. How did you spend Christmas? Breakfast and gift opening with Mom and my younger sis, then we went to my older sister's house that afternoon to celebrate with her and the kids. What was your favorite TV program? I didn't watch TV. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year? No. What was the best book you read? The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood. What was your greatest musical discovery? Hm... I don't believe I discovered any new bands, but I got waaay more into Motionless In White. What did you want and get? Making it through my first semester in college, Teddy reaching his 13th birthday, seeing my grandmother for probably the last time, seeing Sara for my birthday, uhhh other things that aren't coming to mind. What did you want and not get? Lose more fucking weight for a change, more photography growth, new glasses, the courage to drive more and get my license, SEE SCARY STORIES TO TELL IN THE DARK AS WELL AS THE LAST HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON, other little things I don't wanna dwell on. What was your favorite film of this year? I do NOT get the hate of the live action The Lion King. I fucking adored it. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? I don't remember other than hang out with Sara and the fam and probably eat at Olive Garden for dinner. I turned 23. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? Photography reaching the level of being able to call it my *real* job. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2019? Pajamas. Just... pajamas whenever possible lmao. What kept you sane? My mom and Sara, MUSIC, gaming, Mark and the other YTers I love way too much, school getting me out of the damn house. Oh, and medication lmfao. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? The day I don't answer this with "Mark Fischbach," I IMPLORE you to commit me. What issue stirred you the most? I'm guessing you mean political? If so, the Amazon wildfires and how the fucking SA government handled it. NOTHING in the political world has ever had me that livid, heartbroken, and ashamed of the greed of the human race. Who did you miss? A good number of people, plus Teddy of course. Who was the best new person you met? Good question. Probably a teacher or adviser at school. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2019: I think more than anything, there's been a lot of focus on the fact that you can't always run at the first sign of trouble/stress. That's one of my biggest weaknesses: I flee the moment I'm under stress, but now with school, I've had to learn to fight this. It's an ongoing process, but I'm getting there. Some battles need to be fought to reach a better place.

#survey #quiz #questions #random #bored

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thefootballlife · 3 years

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On the state of professional wrestling

Were you to ask me twenty years ago, in the wake of the death of both ECW and WCW and 18 months into following an interest in wrestling that would last to today, if it was imaginable that WWE could be surpassed as the world’s foremost wrestling/sports entertainment company, I would have said no. I would have given the same answer for each of the intervening years.

Until now.

My own relationship with the WWE ended a little while ago - the last WWE event I took the time to actively watch was 2019’s Wrestlemania and, outwith catching a couple of individual matches since, I’ve primarily contented myself with just keeping up with what’s going on in storylines and highlights and that’s about it. But, in 2021, even that is becoming a bit of a hardship.

The simple answer as to why is simply that the product WWE is putting out is consistently not very good and the saving grace of providing actual good wrestling is also swiftly falling away also. That issue is accelerating because of over-exposure (an issue WWE has had for years) and also in comparison to other companies, specifically AEW.

Realistically, the issues WWE are suffering from are too long to list but identifying them is important to gauge why people are turning off tv and turning to Youtube, to social media or just turning off altogether.

The first is a combination of overexposure and structure. Since the original “brand split” between Raw and Smackdown, the shows have been broadly two entirely separate entities with varying levels of walls between the two - non-existent during the Supershow era a decade ago to pretty solid now. Come the WWE Network and the developmental territory NXT became a regular watch for many but still had its own set place in the food chain of WWE under both Raw and Smackdown. Come the advent of AEW, NXT was “promoted” into a 2 hour network show to counter AEW’s Dynamite and the walls around the show were put up.

The result is that WWE now produces three shows of weekly content on TV, all of which are meant to be broadly equal to each other and all of which are meant to be broadly separate to each other. With those three shows comprising seven hours, that’s an awful lot of time to expect people to watch but, aside from that, all three shows are meant to be broadly equal - what that has meant is that the hype around NXT callups that used to help drive Raw and Smackdown has gone because those NXT wrestlers who would come up to the “main” roster having been on a taped show helped to look good are now wrestlers who have been seen by everyone on TV a lot. The result has been that many of the NXT call-ups since the start of Dynamite have seen radical changes of character, most of which have completely failed to hit the mark, be that the woke-riot mockery of Retribution (that killed the careers of anyone who joined it) or the Zardoz cosplay of Karrion Kross. While the point of a developmental territory is that it is meant to not be entirely essential, that it was used to counter AEW (and got beaten in doing so) has not just made it inessential but also taken away what made it special in the first place and what gave it direct benefit to the other shows. As the world around us shows, you cannot just disrupt a wide ecosystem of processes and not see knock-on impacts elsewhere.

That disruption happened at the same time as one other major disruption to the WWE food chain - Smackdown moving to Fox. While the Fox move (along with other deals) secured WWE’s future as a company by giving them massive amounts of cash, the viewership available to WWE via Fox compared to the USA Network of Raw and NXT necessitated that Smackdown become the “A Show” - Seven of the nine major events (excl Royal Rumble) WWE have produced in 2021 have been headlined by a Smackdown match including both nights of Wrestlemania. In the two years since Smackdown joined Fox, Raw has been relegated to the B show, in spite of being an hour longer than Smackdown, and viewers have reacted as you’d expect - where Raw was pulling in around 2.2m viewers a week immediately prior to the pandemic and Smackdown around 2.5m, Smackdown now sits around 2.3m with Raw at 1.8m with the major demographics of Raw falling below those of AEW Dynamite on occasion. While Raw’s fall isn’t THAT precipitous, it’s still not exactly ideal given that that sort of rating puts them regularly in the territory of record lows.

But such lows are probably deserved given the feats of endurance and mental gymnastics that WWE is asking viewers to perform. While it has been known for a long time that doing a three hour TV show is much more difficult than doing a two hour TV show, it’s still very possible to put on a good three hour show. Unfortunately, WWE haven’t seemed capable of it. Raw is regularly just plain bad TV with some stuff that is outright embarrassingly bad. Perhaps most concerningly, a lot of the embarrassingly bad is in the ring be that in terms of performances in the ring just not being very good (Nia Jax…) or the booking of how the matches proceed leaving a bitter taste in the mouth (eg Finn Balor’s fall at the end of Extreme Rules).

To that latter point, WWE’s issues are two-fold - the first is the concept of 50-50 booking in so much that people are permitted to be dominant but only to an extent. This is designed to drag out certain feuds but the overall result tends to be that matches end inconclusively or via disqualification. In 2021, that runs at around two DQ/no contest ends to matches a week meaning that, realistically, there’s a two-thirds chance that you’ll watch a WWE show and there be some sort of non-finish. While the DQ and such booking can be an impactful weapon to propel a story onwards, it is reliant on being used sparingly rather than twice a week, every week. AEW in 2021 to date has had two.

Total.

The second issue is WWE’s insistence on spooky stuff. One can take Finn Balor for example - that match at Extreme Rules ended with him becoming his “Demon” character (who he channels for important moments) courtesy of the lights in the arena flashing red, his music coming on while he flopped to the beat like a demonic salmon before eventually getting up, staging a recovery while his music played, climbing to the top rope and the rope promptly breaking, sending him falling into the ring at which point his music immediately stopped, he was speared by Roman Reigns and lost.

It looked stupid in real life and, written down, it looks even stupider. In the Demon, WWE had a character they clearly didn’t want to diminish the aura of by him just straight up losing but, at the same time, they didn’t want Roman Reigns to lose a title. The obvious answer should have been to simply not book the match if it wasn’t possible to come up with a satisfactory ending that doesn’t make at least one of the competitors look like an idiot. Instead, Balor looked stupid and the aura behind the Demon is surely tarnished for good. Similar was the case with Bray Wyatt and his Fiend character, a seemingly unbeatable monster who, at various times, appeared from big jack in a boxes, was defeated infamously by a mallet and, well, you get the picture. Or the follow on character, Alexa Bliss who was taken into darkness by the fiend and apparently came out having been possessed by an ugly doll and using supernatural powers to do things like blow up lighting.

While there is nothing wrong with supernatural characters, there is if you don’t know how to see them lose matches and there is if they end up more or less taking over the entire show which having them there week in, week out as a focal point of everything naturally tends to. The Fiend can’t do demonic things like take John Cena to a shadow world one week and then the next week just have a normal match vs a midcard talent. So while such characters can see some great character work and cool moments, the ultimate long term plan of inserting such a character into a show is something that appears to regularly elude WWE’s writers/agents because they consistently fail to come up with satisfactory ways of concluding things involving such characters. Particularly when WWE have a tendency to change production values for these characters and do things like run matches with a red light on like the match is being viewed through a Virtual Boy.

Supernatural stuff can work (see: The Undertaker and Kane but, to be fair, the spooky stuff was very occasional with them) when done well but WWE aren’t doing it well. That is a long explanation of what is a short point - that fans are no longer given faith to believe that matches or storylines will be brought to a satisfactory conclusion and that the storylines are actually negatively impacting the ring work.

For, ultimately, we are at a point where we can actually say that, in the ring, WWE is definitely no longer the leader. Even at the high watermark of TNA be that during the Monday Night War Redux or, more appropriately, the mid-late 2000s, WWE did still always consistently put on an all round superior product from top to bottom when it came to putting wrestling matches on. They were overtaken by New Japan in the mid-2010s but, when comparing the viewer types, ease of watching and the style of wrestling, that wasn’t really a fair or direct comparison. However, AEW does definitely blow WWE out of the water when it comes to the action in the ring. AEW, in spite of far fewer hours of wrestling per week, has 9 matches rated 4 stars and above on fan rating app Grappl in 2021. WWE’s main roster has five and the developmental system that AEW trounced in the ratings war forcing a hard reset has four. Bluntly, AEW is a better wrestling show than WWE which, given what the second W in WWE stands for, should be quite embarrassing.

But perhaps more damaging for WWE within the circle of wrestling fans was its activity during the pandemic. Prior to the pandemic, through most of the late 2010s, WWE’s focus was on swatting aside the nascent indie scene be that by buying/linking up with UK independent Progress and setting up NXT UK to counter ITV’s revival of World of Sport (that was terrible) and they also went on a hiring spree on the basis that the best way to create new stars and to create hype was to bring in rough diamonds and polish the edges off. Since the pandemic began, the company has shed a considerable amount of these contracts, casting aside many established names who had found themselves surplus to requirements accepting the risk that that might risk losing some gems amongst them. Those gems were perhaps headlined by Brodie Lee, who AEW picked up ahead of him suffering from and eventually passing due to a respiratory condition - in spite of Brodie Lee’s impact directly tragically being cut short, his impact indirectly has been immense; led by the simply fantastic tribute show AEW completed for him after his death, a show that many high profile signings have quoted as having impacted their decision to join the company rather than remain with or rejoin WWE. Where WWE showed a some may say callous disregard for the welfare of their performers during a pandemic, AEW showed genuine affection and care in ensuring that one of their performers was remembered in a deeply personal and human manner (and while the acts aren’t directly comparable, it’s fair to note they engendered very opposite reactions from the wrestling community). Performers from across companies, led not least by the returning CM Punk have seen their futures as now belonging to a company seen to be acting in the right way rather than the way things had been done in the past.

The ensuing drain of talent from WWE to AEW has also drawn viewers across be it performers at the very top of the card in Bryan Danielson to developmental talents like Adam Cole to just plain frustrated people such as Miro and Malakai Black. The opening of the so-called “forbidden door” has also allowed AEW to bring in regular fresh talents and ensuring that special attractions don’t become stale. While, from a business perspective, WWE is in no danger given they have lucrative contracts with their broadcasters and the Saudi Arabia live shows, it is hard to contemplate a way in which alienating an audience that has been their core audience since day one is not going to come back to bite them at some point. While WWE will argue they are a content company not a wrestling one, and they certainly produce plenty of content, if the basis on which they were judged was solely around whether that content was consistently any good or not, then the picture would be considerably less rosy than what is reflected on shareholder reports as WWE consistently puts out a poorer product than their primary competitor (not that WWE would say AEW is a competitor) and while WWE’s contracts and funding can buy them surprises and moments, it can’t buy momentum and it’s impossible to deny that, between the two companies, the positive momentum firmly lies with AEW. No company should know that more than WWE from their battles 25 years ago with a WCW in the same position of having far more momentum than WWE did. Yet for all the predictions that WWE would appreciate having a fight on their hands against AEW, there has been precious little evidence that being in such a fight would provide a positive to the standard of show they put on. Arguably, since the launch of AEW’s Dynamite the general standard of WWE programming has decreased.

Ultimately, that is why it is imaginable that WWE could be surpassed because if any TV show isn’t putting on good television for an extended period, there is always the chance that those broadcasting that show demand change or lose patience. No-one is saying that that is imminent for WWE - as live programming is naturally at a premium and still makes people watch at the time of broadcast rather than cut the cord, ratings may have dropped significantly but they are still high compared to other things that could be put on in those timeslots - but when contract times come around, if WWE isn’t able to show growth because of these issues, then it will naturally have a big impact on their share price and confidence in the company as a whole, particularly if the company aren’t able to replace these budget streams or have expenditure that is reliant on increasing money from TV rights. Trouble isn’t imminent but it is easy to see a path laid out to it.

The introduction of AEW to the wrestling market has changed it forever and, arguably, coronavirus only served to delay the seismic changes that have occurred since their advent. They won’t, of course, remain on a hot streak forever and how they deal with the adversity of making poor creative decisions over an extended period (as we’ve seen in New Japan over the past 12 months courtesy of EVIL) will be the real litmus test of the staying power of AEW and more importantly, the sturdiness of the support they receive from fans given that it is something every company comes across from time to time.

But that one can even make an argument that AEW could feasibly challenge WWE is, for many fans, success in itself.

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loreholdlesbian · 3 years

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Strixhaven Draft Booster Challenge

Hey everyone! For a few sets now, I've been replicating this challenge from GDS3, where you choose a set and have to make a booster pack of custom cards that could be from the set. It's taken a while, both because I've been dealing with the end of school and because I'm a mess of a person. I also don’t have the proper watermarks to put in the images, but I’ll not them in the description when needed

So let's get into it!

Link to the full booster

Link to the reddit post

[All Images are the card described below it]

Common #1

Ancient Mentor 2W

Creature- Spirit Advisor

7, Exile ~ from your graveyard: Put three +1/+1 counters on target creature. Activate only as a sorcery.

3/2

This is a card intended to mix the main two white draft strategies. Lorehold cares about graveyardy shenanigans (and spirits), while silverquill cares about +1/+1 counters and the more aggressive stats. And yes, I realize this is just scavenge.

Common #2

Song of Reiteration 1W

Instant

Put a +1/+1 counter on target creature you control and each other creature you control, and each other creature you control with the same name.

One of my complaints with silverquill is that they really didn't feel englishmajory. Their magic was verbal magic, unlike the other schools, and so I thought a names matter subtheme would be a good fit for them. I also think it's good with the way tokens work in this set, since each school has one token so you're going to have a lot of similarly named creatures running around. I wanted it to work with the existing cards for silverquill, so +1/+1 counters seemed like a good fit.

Common #3

Sudden Shielding 1U

Instant

Target creature you control gets +0/+3 and gains hexproof until end of turn.

Create a Treasure token

WM: Prismari

Since Prismari tends to be a bit of a longer, slower gameplan I wanted to make a defensive card for it. I made it use treasure to make it a bit more prismari. I am worried about the overlap with Beaming Defiance though, I’ll admit, but I couldn’t find a card I liked better to fill this slot.

Common #4

Azra Alchemist 1B

Creature- Azra Warlock

Magecraft- Whenever you cast or copy an instant or sorcery spell, ~ gains deathtouch until end of turn.

2/2

Yes I realize we haven’t seen whether the plane has Azra but I feel that if any plane other than Kylem does, Arcavios is a good shot so why not? This is intended as part of a monocolor magecraft cycle at common since I found it odd that, outside of one card, we only got the pledgemages at common when it comes to magecraft. This originally had lifelink instead of deathtouch for witherbloom synergies, but that had a lot of overlap with existing cards like Leech Fanatic and Silverquill Pledgemage, so I went with deathtouch which also makes bluffing with this card fun.

Common #5

Private Instructor 2R

Creature- Human Shaman

When ~ enters the battlefield, choose one-

Learn

Return target Lesson card from your graveyard to your hand.

3/1

This was originally an uncommon, and it’s possible that would have been a better decision. I like what this does for lessons though, increasing your available toolbox to include cards already spent.

Common #6

Burrog Mage-Student 1G

Creature- Frog Druid

When ~ dies, create a 1/1 black and green Pest creature token with “When this creature dies, you gain 1 life.”

2/1

WM: Witherbloom

This is a card mainly for the witherbloom deck, working with its sacrifice theme and using its pest tokens for lifegain.

Common #7

Ruthless Bully WB

Creature- Vampire Cleric

Whenever another creature you control with a +1/+1 counter on it dies, put a +1/+1 counter on ~.

2/2

WM: Silverquill

I would have loved if I could have gotten more of the name-matters theme onto this card, but I think this version works really well with existing silverquill cards and any names-matter rider I added would probably make it too much for common so oh well.

Common #8

Geometric Harmony 1GU

Sorcery

Create a 0/0 green and blue Fractal creature token. Put a +1/+1 counter on it for each token you control.

WM: Quandrix

This card plays up both quandrix’s slight go-wide aspect, as well as the overall token theme of the set. Originally this only counted your Fractals but I like this version better. Much less parasitic.

Common #9

Lorehold Tome 3

Artifact

T: Add R or W.

1R/W, T, Sacrifice ~: Learn.

I wasn’t able to really fit any hybrid into the booster, since most of my cards are common and strixhaven already had three hybrid cycles at common, I didn’t have much room, so this card allowed me to sneak in a bit of hybrid. I also wasn’t able to fit in as many cycles in the booster as I’d like for a multicolor set, but here’s one that I think would be a good fit for the set.

Uncommon #1

Chair of Shamanics 3R

Creature- Minotaur Shaman

2: Scry 1, then exile the top card of your library.

Whenever ~ attacks, until end of turn you may cast instant, sorcery and Shaman cards exiled with ~.

3/3

Each color has its own spellcaster type, and in strixhaven each spellcaster of that color was that type. So I thought it would be cool to have a cycle of tribal cards for those. They’re not a big focus of the set though, which is why it doesn’t hugely encourage playing a ton of Shamans. (Also yes, the flavor of this is that there’s an after school Shaman club).

Uncommon #2

Check Your Work 3G

Sorcery

Choose up to one target card in your graveyard with an even mana value, and up to one with an odd mana value. Return those cards to your hand.

Exile ~.

I was really surprised we made it out of quandrix without a single odd/even card, so I made one. I wish I could have worded this as a “choose one or both” modal card, but with the exile clause this needed there wasn’t really a good way to do that.

Uncommon #3

Fund Raiser 1UR

Sorcery

Create two tapped Treasure tokens.

Draw a card.

This card plays into the prismari theme of playing really big spells by helping you get the mana to do that. I like that this can jump you from 3 mana to 5, since 5 is the mv needed to turn on a lot of prismari cards.

Lesson

Declaration of Study 5

Sorcery- Lesson [U]

Choose two colors. Look at the top six cards of your library, then reveal up to one card of each of those colors from among those cards, put them into your hand, and put the rest on the bottom of your library in a random order.

I really like the colorless instants/sorceries, so I wanted the lesson slot in the booster to be one if I could. This plays into the two color theme of the set, and I think works well as a card a lot of the decks could benefit from.

Rare

Tenure Lich 1B

Creature- Zombie Warlock

Lifelink

~ can’t block.

Magecraft- Whenever you cast or copy an instant or sorcery spell, if ~ is in your graveyard, you may pay 5 life. If you do, return ~ to the battlefield with a +1/+1 counter.

This is a bit of a risk/reward card. 5 life is not an insignificant amount, but this card can help you get that back and a recursive 3/2 is definitely nice to have around. I like how this plays with both the witherbloom and silverquill themes

Mystical Archive

Ancient Rite 2GUU

Sorcery [R]

Reveal the top two cards of your library. Put each land card revealed this way onto the battlefield tapped, and the rest into your hand.

Retrace

I wasn’t sure what I should do for the mystical archive, but I decided that making a card that, had it been printed at some point in magic’s history, would make a good mystical archive. I wanted it to be a card that you couldn’t expect to see in standard, and to work well with the set themes. I have a strange love of retrace, and this felt like a good place for it so I went for it. Normally retrace card draw cards are kind of dangerous, because of the way they can fuel themself by drawing you into more lands but this sneakily gets around that.

There we go, that’s all 15! Let me know what you think. Also, let me know about any formatting mistakes I made cause I’m sure I did. And I’ll see you all next time!

Previous Challenges

- Zendikar Rising [Reddit Link, this was before I started posting them to tumblr, I should probably upload it at some point just for consistancy’s sake here]

- Commander Legends [Yes, Stormtide is my alt account]

- Kaldheim

#original post #custom mtg #custom magic #booster challenge #strixhaven

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sylvaetria · 7 years

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Do you have a specific method for making sigils?

I do, yes. I’ve talked about it before - the old post can be found on @thesigilwitch [here] - but that is over two years old now, so I suppose I can update it, lol.

First, I come up with a statement of intent - a sentence that will dictate what my sigil does. All of my sigils are based off a sentence - I do not draw symbols without an intent or desire in mind, and if I do I don’t consider them sigils.

For an example intent, let’s go with “wellness and positive energy permeates my life.” This was a recent sigil I did, so I can give you examples of my steps.

I write that statement at the top of a piece of paper. I use all uppercase letters, because I think it adds more power, but that is a personal choice.

From there, I break down the statement, make it more abstract, by removing any duplicate letters. I only want one of each letter occurring in the sentence. Some people say to remove the vowels as well, but I like to keep them - it adds more variety to the shapes I can use when making my sigils. Thus, my intent of “wellness and positive energy permeates my life” ends up looking like “welnsadpoitvrgymf.” Try pronouncing that, lol.

The next step, for me at least, is to break down those letters further into their basic shapes. A W becomes \ / \ /, e would be | - - -, and so on. (Again, I always use uppercase letters when doing this.) This gives me more building blocks to create my sigils with, and more variety for their creation. I don’t like my sigils to look like a bunch of letters thrown together - I prefer it to be more abstract, and it is more visually appealing to me that way. When I break down the letters, I tend to only draw one of each shape, instead of all the individual lines and curves. So, doing that, “welnsadpoitvrgymf” becomes | \ / - ~ ) ◯ ( .

At this point, the top of my sigil sheet looks like this:

I often glance at that when I am actually sketching my sigils, to use it as a focus and help reinforce the intent in my mind.

Now that I have that done, I start sketching. Sometimes I use the pieces of the letters, sometimes I use the whole letters, sometimes I use neither and just wing it. There have even been cases where I combine some or all of those techniques for one sigil. It mostly comes down to what I “feel” the sigil needs. In certain cases, that means attempting new creation methods, which tend to be some I have found posted by others here on Tumblr. For the most part, however, I stick to my creation method, if it can even be called that lol.

However I decide to draw the sigil, I do a few sketches of different designs until I get one I like, which means it has to aesthetically appeal to me. Sometimes this happens in one sketch, sometimes it takes two or three (the average). I once filled two sides of a sheet of paper with like 16 sigils for the same intent, which took over an hour, and I still didn’t like any of them. I learned that it was important that the sigil looks good to you, because it connects it to you on a personal level - much the same way I believe it is important to like how a tarot deck looks. That may not be true for all, but it is true to me now.

The sketch page for the sigil “wellness and positive energy permeates my life” looked like this when I was done:

Generally, I don’t keep drawing after I find a design I like. I typically star the one I plan on keeping and using. I didn’t on this page; however, I went over the design a few times to solidify the lines exactly how I wanted them. The final design is the one on the top right, this one:

However, when I drew that particular design, I had the page flipped, so it technically should look like this:

As you can see, there are erase marks from where I tried lines out, but decided I didn’t like in the end. I don’t feel that has any impact on the sigil’s effectiveness.

The one right next to it was the first one I drew, and I almost went with that one as the final design, but I was concerned it looked too much like a very infamous racist symbol, so I passed on it. I was told it didn’t; however, since I had those negative connotations already in my mind and associated with that design, I felt it would be and for me to go with it in the end.

At that point, the sigil is ready to be used. However, I tend to make digital copies of my sigils, because I do post them online for other people’s use. This sigil was actually made for an intent suggested by a friend.

I either scan the page to upload my sigil, or I take a crappy picture with my cell phone and email it to myself. Either way, I get it on my computer and open it with Paint Tool SAI. From there, I redraw the sigil, which also adds another element of aesthetic to it, because I really enjoy how clean and sharp the sigils look when done with the line tool in SAI.

When the sigil is made digital, I tweak some of the lines a bit further to keep them looking exactly as I want, how I intended the design to look in the first place, even though it may not have come across so well on the page. I also like to play around with line thickness.

Mostly the sigils are made transparent, with a white glow around the edges for visibility purposes; sometimes I create simple color backgrounds with the color corresponding to the sigil’s intent. It depends on what I feel like doing with it.

When I post them online, they tend to get watermarks, if I can remember to do it. For a while they didn’t, because you can’t create text layers in SAI, but I have Photoshop back now, so I’ve begun utilizing the watermarks again.

The final version of this sigil ended up like this:

Now that I look at it again, the large curve needs fixing, lol.

And that is how I make my sigils! I dunno if I needed to go so in-depth, but here it is. I hope you made it all the way to the end, and I hope it helps you, or provides inspiration for your own method, or whatever. I don’t really know why you asked me this tbh. But you know, enjoy!

#sigils #sigil magic #sigil magick #witchcraft #witchblr #sigil creation #sigil tw #long post #richtors posts #anonymous #answered ask #ask

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skold · 6 years

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this post is Marina’s List Of Favorite and/or Iconic Music Videos

this could also be subtitled as: if you truly want to understand me as a person, watch these videos because it’ll answer a lot of questions

it’s gonna be a long one so i’ll pop it under a cut

alright we goin by artist then chronological

AIDEN

knife blood nightmare - this is iconic for me simply bc i rly wanted to look like wil in this video so bad in 6th grade.

die romantic - WHAT A BOP. i used to do my black eyeshadow like wil in this video too lmao

ALL TIME LOW

poppin champagne - because blonde alex and also?? honestly?? what a wild video. this is truly late 00s oversaturated pop punk at its finest

i feel like dancin - i’m not the biggest fan of this record or even this song in general but this is like, quintessential all time low to me video-wise. like. it’s everything i want from an all time low video.

ARCHITECTS

follow the water - or as sam carter says, follow the wah-uh. first of all i love that this is in a church. second of all when will i get to go to an architects show this lit here in the states

heartburn - bc they all look pretty. ok. aesthetically on point as well.

AVENGED SEVENFOLD

beast and the harlot - i don’t always bop this song but when i do, the whole cul de sac does too. no but really this was so influential to middle school me i wanted nothing more than a boyfriend who looked like zacky or jimmy and whatever eyeshadows zacky was wearing in this clip

BLINK 182

i miss you - the video that inspired this post. THE AESTHETIQUE. 20′s inspired romantigoth film noir. i don’t yell about this music video enough.

BRING ME THE HORIZON

chelsea smile - it’s literally just a house part video but the song literally defines the year 2009 for me. emetophobia warning at 1:08

it never ends - this video got mad shit but i love it. pretty heavy gore throughout this video

alligator blood - CREEPY ASS AESTHETIC SHIT!!!! i live for it. 16 y/o me had it so bad for matt nicholls and him getting tied up and violated was like, god tier for me

visions - more creepy aesthetic shit. the videos on there is a hell were underrated

THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA

hey john what’s your name again? - i gotta throw this one in just bc this hurls my ass right back to the year 2008. that bible imagery. those haircuts. it was a better time for music

html rules d00d - THIS SONG STILL SLAPS LMAO DON’T READ ME

ELISSA FRANCESCHI

salt - i’m not crying you’re crying!!! how did anne and christian franceschi manage to spawn two flawless and talented siblings!!!!!!

EVERY TIME I DIE

ebolarama - it’s a performance video in a roller rink what more could you want

wanderlust - you’ve probably caught on to the fact that i love creepy aesthetic shit.

decayin with the boys - THIS VIDEO HAS ME HOWLING. there are too many good moments to list here but the personal highlight is the dude admiring the lesbians making out, then he turns and admires they gays making out at about the 1:30 mark. also the jenga dream sequence. there’s a dick in this video, just a heads up. and a whole bootyass. i love andy williams. mild emetophobia tw at 2:30

FOXY SHAZAM

a dangerous man - eric nally’s screeching was the soundtrack of 2008

i like it - the chorus of this song is literally just “that’s the biggest black ass i’ve ever seen and i like it” and i have nothing more to say

holy touch - it’s a performance video but it’s. different. i really don’t wanna ruin this by saying too much about it. that’s just kinda how foxy shazam were. this song is a fucking banger. yes, they did have a trumpet player in the official lineup.

FRNKIERO ANDTHE CELLABRATION

joyriding - another performance video that’s. different. lmao. aesthetically perfect

GOOD CHARLOTTE

lifestyles of the rich and famous - the proletariat banger we weren’t ready for in 2002, but we’re ready now.

girls and boys - old people being punk rock. that’s all.

predictable - i SPECIFICALLY remember watching this on the good charlotte website the day this dropped. THE EARLY 2000S BAD CG IS REAL. i was literally ten years old but i somehow Felt every word of that spoken bridge, man. WHEN THE LITTLE GIRL GIVES JOEL THE ROSE AND IT TURNS BLACK i deadass thought that was so fucking dope y’all

i just wanna live - ignoring the irony of joel whining about being famous, this video had THE MEMES.

GREEN DAY

longview - iconic simply by virtue of being their first video.

when i come around - ask me about my favorite songs of All Time and i’ll probably mention this one. it’s still great nowadays. i love all the shots of berkeley.

brain stew/jaded - this is such a great piece of art lmao the fucking. sludgy feeling of brain stew going into the chaos of jaded is great on the record, but even better in video form going from being stoned in sepia to tripping acid in an oversaturated cluttered space

walking contradiction - comedy gold

hitchin a ride - creepy weirdness and an iconic bassline. also mike dirnt looks fine as hell in this video

minority - i’m running out of ways to explain that a video is iconic to me purely bc of how important the song was to me at a given time lmao.

american idiot - is there anything i can truly say about this video? it was perfect in 2004, it’s perfect in 2017. uncomfortably relevant. epilepsy warning for strobe lighting effects in the second half

holiday - technically this was released before blvd, but since it chronologically precedes blvd in the story, i’m putting it first. this is like 90% here for the bridge section y’all. fucking iconic. i wore a fedora on the first day of sixth grade bc tre cool wore one in this video. not my proudest fashion moment. emetophobia warning at 1:56 but them playing EVERY character in the bar scene is perfection

boulevard of broken dreams - ah yes, 2005′s most overplayed song. i could not escape this song. every time the intro started everyone would just look at me bc i was The Green Day Chick. this video is aesthetically perfect though. shout out to mike dirnt’s jawline in profile

HOZIER

work song - first of all, this song makes me cry. second of all, the video is dreamy as fuck. it gives me irl chills. i love the choreography so much. the whole vibe is very modern southern gothic. and it’s incredibly intimate feeling without being... sexual or vulgar, i guess.

IN THIS MOMENT

adrenalize - first of all i’m gay. second of all i’m gay. this video is decidedly nsfw

whore - aesthetically pleasing. chris motionless being subby is the real highlight here

sick like me - again, it’s here for the aesthetic.

big bad wolf - also aesthetic but THIS MAKEUP LOOK. maria’s makeup look in this video is actually literally my aesthetic goal. epilepsy warning for strobe light effects

sex metal barbie - say it with me: aesthetic. i also love this one bc the lyrics are largely lifted from people talking shit about maria on the internet, shaming her for being a woman with sexuality and agency, so fuck yes i support it. mild body horror warning for this one

JOHN 5

making monsters - john’s videos are mostly performance based but this one is so cute lmao. where do i cop a j5 action figure

LADY GAGA

paparazzi - i’m only including the RLY vital gaga videos here and the full version of paparazzi is her best work imo......

bad romance - .......but bad romance is a close second.

telephone - i can’t not include this one though. the collab of the decade.

LINKIN PARK

one step closer - i think this was the first linkin park video i saw Back In The Day......... it was 2 heavy 4 baby me at the time lmao but nowadays it’s one of my fave lp songs. the video is super corny let’s be real but it was 2000

numb - this song is so fucking emo but i love it. the video is like peak emo too. i swear the main girl in this video was like my fashion icon at the time. layered tank tops, ripped loose jeans, oversized hoodies and jackets. i wanted her hair so bad lmao

what i’ve done - this video is really visually solid. i thought this was like the Deepest Shit in middle school lmao

MARILYN MANSON

sweet dreams (are made of this) - THE CINNAMON TOPOGRAPHY!!! god i have no complaints about this video except that twiggy is in it. visual fx?? dope. wardrobe?? dope. location?? dope. manson in the wedding dress?? dope. unsanitary warning for the later half of the video bc manson gets pooped on by birds lmao

tourniquet - one of my fave vocal performances by manson tbh. i prefer this one of the two videos floria did w/ manson.

long hard road out of hell - femme manson and religious imagery need i elaborate

the dope show - the first manson video i ever saw. i was... so creeped out lmao. LOOKS ON LOOKS ON LOOKS. john 5 lookin like a snack in this one

i don’t like the drugs (but the drugs like me) - this is probably the most heavy-handed manson has ever been with the christ allegory lmao and yet......... i love it. also shout out to manson and rose’s dogs bug and uncle fester for guest starring. body horror tw here

coma white - basically a flawless music video i have nothing to say here that isn’t already said by the video itself

disposable teens - everybody looks great in this one except twiggy fuck twiggy. i actually love the mtv version of this video too, which is all performance, but i can’t seem to find it rn??

the fight song - one of my fave manson looks. those boooooots tho. the gloooovessssss. i’m gross let me live

tainted love - sorry to send y’all to vimeo for this one but i couldn’t find one on youtube that didn’t look like it was filmed with a potato or watermarked. y’all slept on the genius of this video tbh

mobscene - hello it is me gaogfucker666.

this is the new shit - still me, gaogfucker666. this video feels misinterpreted too honestly

(s)AINT (director’s cut) - specifically the director’s cut bc more tim skold in a dress and boots smoking a cigarette. this video is seriously fucking nsfw. needles, drugs, sexual content, vomit etc watch with caution pls

personal jesus - i love this glam rock look so much. tim looks so good in this he never wore the look again bc he knew he looked so good we could never handle it a second time.

putting holes in happiness - I CAN’T FIND the extended version with tim’s full solo and i wanna scream. but. here’s the official version

say10 (short) - i really fucking wish he’d compounded off this for the official say10 video, beheaded orange man or not. just the verse. it’s so good. moody and creepy and AHHH.

we know where you fucking live - heed the warning at the beginning lmao. i honestly loved this video. i know some people thought it was edgy but i rly rly don’t see that. it’s offensive and obscene yeah but it doesn’t have that edgelord feel, as much as i love to call him an edgelord.

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE

reincarnate - old school horror vibes!!! as a Humble Fetishist of Boots and Gloves, this is a great video. also this is one of those songs where i Feel the lyrics for real

eternally yours - THE COLORS!!! THE FUCKIN IN A COFFIN!!!! i have nothing more to say

MOTLEY CRUE

looks that kill - please watch this corny ass fuckin 1983 ass hair metal ass music video. please. i’m tryna add more shout at the devil era nikki sixx vibes to my wardrobe tbh

wild side - i love a late 80s arena performance video ok also where do i cop nikki’s shirt

dr. feelgood - i will always credit this as one of the songs that made me want to play bass tbh

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE

vampires will never hurt you - too emo to view with the naked eye.

i’m not okay (i promise) - the video that spawned a million high school AUs. god i love this one. even watching without the nostalgia goggles it’s great.

helena - perhaps my favorite music video of all time? if not then top 3. this video still remains my ideal aesthetic 12 years later. HOW I’M TRYNA BE. i just wanna look like an extra in this video, okay.

the ghost of you - time to cry!!!!! emetophobia warning at 0:47

welcome to the black parade - it’s hard for me to talk about these videos bc they’re so universally iconic that to explain why i love them so much would be mostly redundant.

famous last words - see above. this song means the world to me

desolation row - if i had to pick a video other than helena to look like an extra in i’d pick this one. has gerard ever looked this good, before or after this video?? peak.

NINE INCH NAILS

down in it - these are getting linked to vimeo since the official nin account has them all uploaded there in better quality. anyway i love so many of the shots in this video and i love the colors and i love bab trent

head like a hole - SO dated y’all but bab trent leveled up and became baby dread trent.

happiness in slavery - this is seriously graphic. but it’s great. also where’s the extended version that shows trent getting eaten by the weird carnivorous robot

gave up - bABY BRIAN!! infants, y’all. INFANTS.

march of the pigs - it’s a one-take performance video but it’s...... so much more than that. this video hurts me in my hand/glove kink.

closer - this is in the top 3 with helena honestly. it is... a piece of art film before all else. a Must Watch.

burn - another case of a video being important to me because of the song it’s for tbh.

the perfect drug - marc romanek is a GOD. also a piece of art film honestly. just y’all wait till i make my dnd character based on trent in this video lmao

starfuckers, inc - hm, another nin video that trent invited manson to be in. interesting. all memes aside it’s a great video even as much as i hate the use of the “fat = ugly” trope. epilepsy warning for flashing effects in the last part of the video

deep - why. are. y’all. SLEEPING ON THIS!!!!

only - this may have been the first nin video i willingly saw and recognized as nin. this video still holds up, especially with it being 95% cgi and still looking as good as it does.

ROB ZOMBIE

living dead girl - the theme song of my life??? iconic couple costume idea????

meet the creeper - i have to include this video because it’s BAD. it’s terrible and i fucking love it

american witch (live version) - WHEN ROB PICKS UP JOHN AND STARTS SPINNING HIM AROUND!!!! this is here specifically for all the long hair john content

dead city radio and the new gods of supertown - the aesthetic. everybody looks great. matt is in a gorilla suit

well everybody’s fucking in a ufo - highly nsfw. where do i begin with this fucking hot mess...... sheri’s huge fake boobs. john and matt and ginger as astronauts. john jerkin off. the aliens with dicks. the fact that the whole story is about getting gang banged by aliens???? nothing will ever reach this level

SKOLD

self titled promotional clip - epilepsy warning for a lot of flashing and smash cuts. sort of a few partial music videos in one, but there are only two official skold videos, so i gotta include both of them. the quality is garbage. it’s so incredibly 1996. yet i love it. the last song, anything, is pretty nsfw as in there’s actual femdom porn clips but this is why i love it.

better the devil - if there were more skold videos i’d put them here. but as i said there are only two. tim out there lookin like not just a snack but a full course meal in 4k quality. goddamn. the only man i can ever truly call d*ddy. tiffany and eli lookin like delicious side dishes as well.

TAKING BACK SUNDAY

you’re so last summer - flava flave is in it

this photograph is proof - this song makes me so fucking nostalgic............. it transports me right back to eighth grade lmao. tbs were one of my fave bands in middle school.

makedamnsure - the most emo song of all time?? side note regarding tbs: real talk, being fat in middle school, seeing another fat person in a band was so fucking reassuring and great. i love eddie.

liar (it takes one to know one) - these visual effects are SO cool, even now.

YOU ME AT SIX

jealous minds think alike - ART... no but actually look at these literal fetuses. i fucking love this song. it’s probably my fave track on take off your colours.

kiss and tell - you right it’s another house party video BUT. baby josh with an undercut. he must be 18 or barely 19 here??

liquid confidence - WHEN YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSE

stay with me - jkfljkghdfskljgs okay serious time: this song got me through a seriously rough part of my life and i have the title tattooed on me partially because of the video.

loverboy - i have never seen a fandom in such utter chaos as the ymas fandom was on the day this video dropped. holy fucking shit. the THIRST was REAL.

bite my tongue - peak ymas captured in one music video. that’s truly the most important part. that peak sns era ymas was preserved forever in this video.

lived a lie - is it bad if i still kinda want a “we are believers” tattoo lmao. i really....... love this song a lot. is it obvious by now that ymas love a big chorus lmao

give - this song gives me The Feels. it deserved better than a performance video in an empty arena but it’s all we got, so here it is.

#well this took for fucking ever #and will probably get no notes bc it's a personal post #which is fine but #i hope y'all appreciated my commentary anyway lmao #do not lose #i will likely update this as my faves continue to release gr8 videos

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meekochan-art · 7 years

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[ NOTE ] Unfinished, but I want to move on.

Modern AU guesswork of Liesl and Goblin King from Wintersong (by S. Jae-Jones).

AUs aren’t my thing. And yet... I wondered what kind of music Liesl would write, leading to what they might look like and figured it would be the closest thing to drawing a hawt Goblin King my hand is capable of doing. (Some songs I listen to lead to this pondering, since classical bores me. Overall, I got bad taste in music, so not gonna even attempt a playlist. But! Will mention that when shuffle played NIN “Closer” I was like, whoa, this totally fits their initial internal struggles and escapes before they find themselves. [edit] After reading the unadulterated version, their struggle doesn’t match the struggle I interpret in “Closer.” [/edit] )

When deciding a pose, this particular one immediately popped in mind. Thought of one of their early conversations, either in Goblin Grove or Marketplace Mall. (Leaning towards Goblin Grove for privacy.) Liesl is guarded and wary of Goblin King as he removes her headphones. (Or put on; I clearly didn’t add enough detail to suggest she’s listening to something to escape/ignore him. Lack of planning. *sweatdrop* )

So... What do you see? *.* Any storytellers conjuring up a scenario for this scene? (Or a seasoned AU consumer/creator desiring to correct my guesswork with the red pen of doom?) Please! Share your imagination in a reblog! (I beg of you: entertain meeeeeeee~)

The follow wall of texts are what I thought of when modernizing of Liesl and Goblin King as if Wintersong were to be set in modern times instead.

Liesl: Plain, dull, invisible... But not fugly; that would attract attention. Not sure if I should think of her as a cat person or a wolf lover... Part time local college student with undecided major, mostly due to being in a rut from helping out with local family business--a diner--and her slightly backwards thinking alcoholic father. (Her mother’s biggest mistake/regret is marrying the bastard?) Kathe is super hot and popular, and rumors suggests she slept with half the school. (Of course, Liesl does not believe such rumors.) Josef is a slowly becoming something on youtube...and in the near future something viral. Hans...the boring boy next door, I guess. *shrugs* Oh, and her grandma would be running a psychic hotline scam! No idea about Antonius and Francois...music producer and contracted child entertainer? Back to Liesl. She goes by Liz, maybe Lizzy as a young child. Music is her passion, obviously, and she mainly listens to highly artistic music plus quite a few strange experimental sleep-inducing tracks. Naturally, she’s the secret genius behind her lil bro’s unique sounds. Instruments...she has dabbled in all sorts, but main instrument of choice would be the electronic keyboard due to its convenience.

Goblin King: A mystery. Really. (How many decades/centuries has he lived? Does he update with time? Does the Underground now have electricity? Does metal burn him?) When I turned off my brain, gothic punk attire won. Though I suspect that’s just my subconscious forcing that aesthetics onto him. Sorry if I ruined him for you. *mopes* Could have left him with historic attire but it felt too...time travel-ish. I guess casual clothing would have been more fitting but so boring. (And what kind of casual would a modern day Goblin King don?) As for music, he listen to anything, but performs only certain genres. I can’t imagine him performing t(w)een pop. Not even humming along. Or, should that genre be a guilty pleasure of his? o.o’ In modern time, he’d upgrade to an electric violin for occasional fun, but still mostly rock on his acoustic. Somehow. Don’t ask me how. (Currently can’t think of how he’d transition to electric guitar. Otherwise that’s what I’d give him. Lead guitarist of The Underground! ...that’s a very uncreative band name. orz )

If you’re bored--or just plain curious--bonus stuff under cut~

[ WARNING ] The following image may cause you to spit/choke whatever’s in your mouth.

What if...

I had to. I just had to. *walks out the door*

*sneaks back in* Okay, with that out of the way...

Intended to sketch up other styles but realized I’m way too lazy to google for ref. (I seriously can’t fashion. I google preppy and was like, nope, not gonna study.)

Also tried to sketch out other characters in modern time but didn’t get far...

Here’s Kathe. (Face is random cause I failed to formulate one in my mind.) As already mentioned, I can’t fashion. Seriously. I can’t. Despite years of flipping through fashion mags. Figured in modern time Kathe would be a health/fitness enthusiast that proudly shows off her killer(?) bod (that I failed to sketched out.)

Still scrolling? Wow, you must be bored as hell!

If you’re one of those rare few people that enjoy seeing art progression from the beginning to the end... (If the GIF fails to load, please view it on dA.) As you can see, I wasted quite a bit of time adjusting Goblin King’s head and expanded the canvas and eventually just gave up after painting the values. (Meant to try glazing coloring technique again.)

Oh, and that cropped image (with large ass watermark) at the top of this post... Supposed to be 100% zoom but gonna assume it’ll fail. Please fullview it on dA. ^^

#wintersong #modern AU #s jae-jones #artrage #fanart #digital art #meekochan

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Disclaimers: I made and edited the gif above (I know it’s not that good but w/e lol). That’s why I’ve posted this under the #btsgif tag. Feel free to use however you like, just please give me credit for the edit. Thanks 💜

I did not create the gorgeous edits in my header, but I did edit them together into the frames, add my title, and my name. Credit for these amazing edits (from left to right) go to @jixio, @yeonkiminsgirl, and @kookbite. I did not touch their edits in any way, and their watermarks are intact. Please check them out, they do great work.

Age Recommendation: 21+

Genre: Bartender AU w/ Jungkook, Angst, Smut

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, swears, JK being the sexy, manly man that he is, very soft dom JK, making out, angsty feels

Word Count: 1,847

Damn, why is JK so fucking sexy? C;

You can find the original request here. They used my Prompt List:

Angst #26 He/she/person is hot, but evil.

Smut #46 Awww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.

Smut #56 I’m gonna fuck you so good you won’t even remember that asshole’s name.

So I kind of took this and ran with it… enjoy C; Part 2 (with smut) coming soon!

Preview: Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil. We sat in silence for a moment before Jungkook took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”

Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

I rested my cheek on my hand, taking another swig from the beer bottle in my other hand only to find it empty. “Hey, can I get another?” I asked, trying to keep my words from slurring together.

The bartender glanced at me as he filled a shot glass. “You okay over there, sweetheart?”

I nodded slowly before resting my head on the bar counter, looking up at him through the strands of hair that had flopped over my eyes. “‘M fine, whadda mean?”

He chuckled, striding over as I sat up, setting a glass full of liquid in front of me. It was clear, but it wasn’t in a shot glass. It was in a tall one with ice in the middle. “What’s this?” I asked, sitting up.

“Water.”

I grimaced. “This isn’t what I ordered.”

“Yeah, I know, I’m cutting you off. You’re done for tonight.”

“The fuck?” I muttered. He tossed a smirk at me that made my insides flutter. Damn this bartender. He was extremely good-looking, with raven-black hair parted down the right side of his head, shiny from a bit of gel. His white shirt stretched over his toned torso, and his tight, dark jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. And if that wasn’t enough, he had lips that were a perfect shade of pink, his top lip half the size of his bottom lip, coming together in the middle to form the most perfect cupid’s bow I’d ever seen.

I blinked, shaking myself out of my stupor. “The fuck?” I said even louder. “Where do you get off?”

“Lower your voice, sweetheart,” he said, pointing to the glass. “And drink up.”

I reluctantly obeyed, wincing as I the cold drink hit the back of my throat. I downed the water in one go. “Can I have another beer now?” I asked.

“Nope.”

Damn. This bartender might be hot, but he was evil.

“Fine,” I muttered, leaning my head against my cheek once more.

I watched as he served the rest of his customers, biting my lip every time his muscles shuddered whenever he picked up a glass or pulled on the handle of the beer tap. I couldn’t believe I was doing this. I got dumped, what, only two hours ago, and I was already checking out another guy? Shit, I was pathetic.

That was nothing new, though. Just last week my best friend had told me she thought I had issues with being alone. Apparently that’s why I decided to stay with my asshole boyfriend even though I knew damn well he was fucking my other so-called best friend behind my back.

Once he finished serving everyone else, the bartender walked back over to me and refilled my water glass, setting it down in front of me before crossing his arms over the bar counter and leaning over it towards me. I flushed, not-so-subtly noticing the way his biceps flexed.

“So tell me, sweetheart,” he said. “Why are you here tonight?”

“No reason,” I mumbled.

“Uh-huh.”

“Just… needed a few drinks, y’know?”

He tilted his head, the black strands of his bangs falling into his eyes. “Sure. What’s your name?”

“None of your business.”

He chuckled. “Awwww, you’re playing hard-to-get. That’s cute.”

“Nothing cute about it,” I muttered, downing my second glass of water.

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

I could feel the effects of the alcohol slowly ebbing away, and I sat up even more, feeling more coherent than I had all night. “Fine.”

“Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook.”

“Y/n.”

“So… y/n. Wanna tell me the real reason why you’re here?” he asked, looking me up and down.

I sighed. “My boyfriend’s a jerk.”

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “How so?”

“He’s a cheating, lying bastard,” I replied matter-of-factly. “Hey, can I trouble you for another water?”

Jungkook grabbed my glass and filled it once more. “If he’s such a bastard, why are you still with him?”

“I’m not,” I said, gratefully taking the now full glass and taking a sip.

“So you dumped his ass?”

“No,” I sighed, slumping over. “That’s the sad part. I should’ve dumped him, should’ve made him feel bad for doing that to me… but I didn’t. I kept struggling with what to do, and before I could figure it out, he broke up with me.”

My voice cracked towards the end of my story, and Jungkook looked at me with concern in his large, dark eyes. His mouth had tightened as he listened, his large hands now gripping the edge of the bar so hard his knuckles turned white. “I hate cheaters,” he growled. “You know, it seems every week, I get someone in here, drinking themselves half to death, so wasted they don’t even know their own name… all because their significant other couldn’t be faithful.”

“I believe it,” I croaked, my throat thick. “People can be assholes.”

“Agreed.”

Jungkook sighed before leaning back. “Look, do you have anyone to take you home?” he asked. “So you don’t have to be alone tonight?”

I shook my head. “Nope. My two best friends are unfortunately out of commission. One is out of the town, and the other… Well, she was the one my boyfriend was fucking.”

Jungkook shook his head in disbelief. “Wow.”

“I know.”

We sat in silence for a moment before he took my hand, startling me. I looked up into his large, dark eyes, his expression earnest, his mouth turned up in a half-smile. “Look, I know we just met, but… Can I drive you home tonight? I don’t think you should be alone.”

I hesitated before nodding. It was quite late, I did need a ride, and although he was a stranger, something about him seemed trustworthy.

(Author’s note: Please, for the love of god, don’t accept rides or get in cars with random strangers irl)

Jungkook glanced over his shoulder at the other customers, some of whom were starting to pack up and stumble drunkenly out into the street. “We close in fifteen, then I’ll need half an hour to clean up, is that okay?”

I nodded once more. Nearly an hour later, I found myself out in the parking lot, scuffing my shoes against the pavement as I waited for Jungkook. The bar’s lights flicked off, and he came out, wearing a black leather jacket and making sure to lock the doors securely behind him. He turned, a smile spreading over his lips when he saw me. “You’re still here.”

“I still need that ride.”

He chuckled as he pressed a button on a key fob, a black SUV lighting up as it unlocked. “You feeling sober yet?”

“Sure am, thanks to you,” I teased as we clambered into the car. He started the engine and drove down the streets, following my directions until we came to a stop in front of my apartment.

Jungkook shut the engine off then looked at me. “You sure you’ll be okay tonight?”

I swallowed, the lump in my throat returning. “Well, if I’m being honest, no, I’m not sure.”

He gripped the steering wheel. “What can I do?”

“Nothing,” I said, swiping at a stray tear that had leaked out.

Jungkook unbuckled his seat belt and leaned towards me, tentatively reaching out a finger and caressing my cheek, wiping away a second tear. “You’re lying,” he murmured. “I think there is something I can do.”

He lunged towards me, crashing his lips into mine, surprising the fuck out of me. I shoved him back. “What the hell?!” I gasped.

Sitting there, with his large eyes staring at me, pupils blown beautifully wide, mouth parted as he held his breath, waiting for my next move, only three words came to mind. “Awww, fuck it.”

I took hold of his shirt collar and yanked him back towards me, pressing my lips feverishly to his. He shoved his tongue into my cavern, tasting it, exploring it, forcefully dominating my tongue with his in a way that brought my buzz flooding back, no alcohol needed. I began to push back, swirling my tongue around his before drawing back just enough to wrap my lips around the muscle and suck. Jungkook grunted and kissed my cheek, my jaw, then my neck, stopping to nip at the skin right where my neck and shoulder connected, drawing a loud moan out of me.

I clambered over to his seat, straddling him, and I could feel his hardening member even through both of our jeans as we continued our heated make-out session. Jungkook pulled back to once more kiss his way down my neck, and my senses came to as he started unbuttoning my shirt and mouthing at my cleavage. “Wait,” I panted. “We… We can’t do this.”

He groaned before leaning back in the seat. “Why, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just… I don’t know you, and I’m probably doing this just because I’m emotional, and I don’t want to be even more pathetic than I already am.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed at my words. “You’re not pathetic,” he said. “You were hurt. You didn’t know what to do, that’s normal.”

I looked down at our laps, letting my hair fall around my face. “I was… I was weak,” I mumbled, my voice husky as my throat once again grew thick.

“No, you weren’t. So you don’t have some crazy revenge story… so you’re more careful in your decision-making than other people… so you took some time to figure out your next move… so what?” Jungkook said, lightly grasping my jaw and lifting my chin so we were looking at each other. I was surprised to see his wide, dark eyes so full of determination. “That doesn’t make you weak,” he growled. “That makes you rational and thoughtful… traits I like in a girl.”

A blush spread over my cheeks, but I didn’t look away. “Yeah, and that’s another thing,” I said. “I don’t want you to just be a one-night stand or a rebound fuck… If I’m gonna sleep with someone, I want it to be real.”

Jungkook leaned forward, our noses nearly touching, and I suddenly became very aware of the fact that I was still straddling him. He reached up and combed his hands through my hair, the strands falling between his fingers as I closed my eyes at his touch. “Who says this isn’t real?” he murmured. “You caught my eye the second you walked in my bar. We have a real connection, y/n. I don’t want you to be just a one-night stand, either.”

I didn’t know if what he was saying was true or not, but if I were to ever fall in love again, I knew that was going to be a risk I was going to have to take. I reached over Jungkook and pulled on the handle, popping open the car door and clambering off of him to the ground. I grabbed his hand, intertwining his fingers between mine. “Come on,” I said, nodding towards my apartment. “I have a bed up there that’s dying for some use.”

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Part Two coming soon!

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