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witchybitchy222 · 1 year

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Lucien x Reader | Homecoming

Based on this prompt “I’ll say when you’ve had enough” requested by @heart-defendor

Short little smut!! My first time writing for Lucien and first time posting smut soooo we’ll see how this goes!!

WARNINGS: pure smut 18+ only, oral sex female receiving, P in V, unprotected sex, sexual touching, light choking

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It was true what they said about the Vanserra males, they had fire in their veins. While your mate wasn’t technically a Vanserra, he still had the Autumn Court in his blood and it showed.

Lucien had been away for a while, visiting the Night Court. Normally you’d travel with him, but your sister was pregnant and due any day, and you wanted to make sure you were there for the birth.

While you were glad you were there for your sister, you’d missed Lucien terribly. You hadn’t been away from each other for more than a day since you were mated two years ago and feeling him through the bond wasn’t enough. Over the years you’d gotten used to receiving certain… attention from your mate on a regular basis and you were getting increasingly frustrated with each day that passed.

After two long weeks of waiting, Lucien finally sent word he’d be arriving home. You were giddy with excitement and spent the whole day preparing. You’d made his favorite pie, straight from his mother’s recipe, washed the bedding so everything smelled like lavender, and took an extra long bath to make your skin and hair soft and smooth.

Lucien would be home late, but you knew he’d want to greet you, and hopefully indulge in some much needed alone time. You put on a simple dress, light and breezy, made for the Day Court heat, foregoing underwear for extra… comfort.

You were brushing out your hair when you heard the door to your home open, you ran downstairs without a second thought, stopping when you saw your mate in the doorway.

He was so beautiful, his long auburn hair practically glowing against his brown skin, and the smile that lit up his face when he saw you made him 10 times more attractive. You sent all the love you were feeling down the bond and felt it sent right back. “Lucien” you breathed, and ran to him. He immediately enveloped you in his arms, burying his face in your hair and breathing you in. “Gods I missed you.” He sighed and you giggled and pressed a kiss to his shoulder in response.

He pulled back and smoothed the hair from your face before pressing his lips against yours in a tender kiss. You let yourself sink into him, humming in pleasure. His hands traveled down your back before snaking over your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze. You moaned into his mouth, earning a low chuckle in response.

Lucien moved from your lips to your neck, sucking the skin as he went. “Fuck, I missed the way you taste Y/N.” He practically growled.

“Lucien,” you breathed, “take me to bed.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. In one swift movement he lifted you into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist as he reattached his lips to yours.

Lucien kicked the door shut behind him and carried you up the stairs, kissing and nipping at your neck all the way to your bedroom where he placed you gently on the bed.

He stood and stared at you for a moment, and the look in his eyes showed he was about to indulge in all the impure thoughts you’d had while he was gone.

You reached up for him, and he chuckled at your neediness. “Impatient?” He teased as he crawled over you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Yes” you sighed, wrapping your legs around him and pulling his body flush with yours. “I’ve spent every night since you left imagining this.” You began to work on taking his shirt off, there were far too many layers between your bodies.

“Oh really?” He practically purred, helping you remove his shirt. “What did you fantasize about Y/N?” He whispered in your ear, hands moving down to cup your breasts, squeezing and rolling your nipples through the thin material of your dress, “my hands?” You moaned, arching your back and pressing your chest into him “my mouth?” He asked, licking a stripe up your neck and nipping your ear with his teeth, “or my cock?” He rolled his hips against yours, your eyes fluttered at the friction and you let out a breathy sigh.

Your mate sat back on his heels, lifting your dress up over your head. Lucien moaned at the sight of you, bare and spread before him, ready to take whatever he was willing to give.

He leaned down and kissed you fiercely before his lips made a trail down your body, stopping at your nipple to suck and nip at it, earning him a moan of pleasure. He switched and did the same to your other breast as he used his knee to nudge your legs open beneath him.

He made his way down to your core, hands and lips blazing a trail as he went.

“This,” he began, licking his lips at the sight of your drenched pussy, “this is what I fantasized about. This tight little cunt dripping wet just for me.” Your walls clenched at his filthy words, wanting nothing more than to be filled by any and every part of him.

Lucien drug his fingers through your wetness, circling and barley grazing your clit, not giving you near enough friction. You whined, lifting your hips in frustration.

“Shhh” he said, gently pushing your hips back down “I want to take my time with you.” Then ever so slowly, he sunk one finger inside you, curling and pressing against a spot inside that made you gasp. He slid his finger out, adding a second as he dipped back in. You felt nothing but pleasure as he scissored and plunged them inside you, working at a steady pace. Then he leaned down and licked your aching clit before taking it in his mouth, sucking and nipping and swirling his tongue, eliciting all kinds of moans and gasps from you.

Your hand flew to his hair, wrapping silky auburn locks around your fingers as you ground your hips into his face.

Lucien’s skilled tongue and fingers had you seeing stars and the pressure was building steadily inside you, ready to burst.

He slid a third finger inside as he sucked hard on your clit and you cried out at the feeling, your orgasm hitting you hard, making your back arch as you cried out.

You came down from your high and Lucien was still buried in your cunt, licking and stroking at a relentless pace. You pulled at his hair, trying to pry him off your oversensitive sex, “Lucien,” you breathed when he didn’t let up, “it’s too much”

Your mate lifted his head, fingers still sliding in and out of you to growl, “I’ll say when you’ve had enough” before reattaching his mouth to your clit, sucking and licking with renewed vigor.

He tore a second orgasm from you in no time, tears springing from your eyes as you came undone around him.

Lucien finally relented, pushing himself up to hover over you. His hair was mussed from your hands, his mouth and chin were wet with your cum and his eyes were alight with that autumn fire.

You reached up and pulled him to you, kissing him deeply as your hands wandered down to undo his pants. He broke away briefly to help you shed the last piece of clothing before he was naked above you.

You practically moaned at the sight of his cock, thick, and hard, and throbbing.

You reached down and wrapped your hand as far around him as you could. You gave it a few quick strokes, watching as your mates eyes rolled back, his mouth slightly parted at the feel of you touching him.

Lucien reached down, replacing your hand with his own and guiding himself to your entrance. He pushed in slowly, straining with the effort of holding himself back, but even with how wet you were, it was still a stretch to fit him all inside of you.

He kept pushing in, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully inside of you, filling you to the brim. You rolled your hips against him and he wasted no time, sliding out and fucking into you.

“Harder” you moaned, nails scratching down his back, and your mate happily obliged, slamming his hips against yours and hitting that spot deep inside over and over again.

You were completely blissed out and you knew he was too, the feeling of him inside you, completing you, was almost too much and you felt another orgasm building inside.

Lucien pulled out briefly, flipping you onto your stomach. You pushed up onto your knees, ass in the air, giving him access which he readily took, slamming into you from behind.

You cried out at the feeling, pushing back into him as he grabbed your hips, fucking into you relentlessly.

His arm snaked around you, squeezing your breasts before wrapping his hand around your neck, pulling you back so his chest was flush against you.

The new angle and light pressure of his hand around your throat pushed you precariously close to the edge.

Lucien’s free hand traveled down, rubbing your clit fiercely, “Cum for me baby” he whispered in your ear, and the feeling of it all combined hurled you into a blinding orgasm. You cried out, legs shaking as your mate held you up, you felt him finish inside you as your walls clenched around him, milking his cock.

You collapsed onto the bed, Lucien lay with you for a moment, before regaining his breath and heading to the washroom.

He produced a warm, damp towel and cleaned you both off before settling in bed with you, pulling your back against his chest.

He nuzzled his face against your neck, whispering I love yous until you both fell asleep, warm and content in your mate’s arms.

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luck-of-the-drawings · 1 year

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WHAAT I DIDNT POST THIS WAAAHHTT,... anyway i drew this forever ago when i rewatched prime defendors for the seconnnnn uhhhh thirrrrddd no ffffforth tiiiime or somethin. IM IN LOV WITH ALL THESE CHARACTERS... OUUHH i cant stop thinkin about these characters.....

#jrwi fanart #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi show #OKAY OKAY ILL POST AGAIN WOOP #ITS PRIME DEFENDERS HOURS I WILL BE POSTING NOTHING BUT PRIME DEFENDDERS FOR A WHIIIILEEEE

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anyisoleil · 5 months

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Love beyond disguise by anyelita (ao3)

in the cloak of night, Ladybug made her preparations. Clad in crimson attire and concealed by the inky darkness, she wasn't known as Marinette anymore but the defendor of the downtrodden's rights.

With agile moves, Ladybug avoided guards and went on with the first part of her mission: infiltrating the mansion in front of her. It was in the heart of the kingdom, and as it happened with the rest of the royals and most of the elite members of their society, the grand mansion of Baron André Bourgeois and his family stood as a testament to opulence and extravagance while behind its walls, silent injustices festered. The commoners suffered while those inside their manors truly reveled in their riches in a stark and cruel dichotomy. Ladybug reached a hand to her waist band for her grappling hook, which proved invaluable as she ascended to the only opening that she found. It was a balcony, who's owner had left open. As she entered the space connected to the balcony, she noticed it was Lady Chloe's room.

Lady Chloe was the Baron's daughter, and she was currently sleeping fitfully, her inner discontent being evident in her restless slumber.. The blonde's once-proud features were now contorted by her inner turmoil. Ladybug couldn't help but think that it maybe was the Bourgeois' wrong doings weighing heavily on Chloe's conscience.

Not having time to waste, Ladybug tiptoed across the ornate chamber, her graceful silhouette moving like a shadow against the moonlit tapestries. She wasn't surprised with the way the space reflected Chloe's pretentious nature, filled with lavish trinkets and elaborate fabrics.

Once out of the room, Ladybug walked down the long corridor and descended the stairs rapidly but silently. Glancing around, it wasn't difficult for her to know where to go next, since the flickering light of candles showed her where was the person she's looking for.

In his study adorned with gilded tapestries, trappings of wealth and influence, Baron André counted the vast sum of gold that had been ill-gotten through dubious means. His face, etched with greed, was partially hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit room.

Ladybug's features scrunched with disgust under her crimson mask as she saw the scene. Not standing it any longer, with a silent and determined resolve, she unshielded her sword and approached the man going completely unnoticed until she snatched the sack of gleaming coins from his grip.

The Baron, in a state of shock, turned to see the enigmatic figure that had invaded his study and his home. He swallowed hard, feeling the edge of her sword now pressed dangerously against his neck.

"Your wealth comes at the cost of your people's suffering, Baron André," Ladybug declared, her voice filled with unwavering determination.

Baron André stammered, his words faltering in the presence of this mysterious intruder. "Who... who are you?"

Without hesitation and charged with determination, she replied, "I am Ladybug, I am the voice of the people who have long suffered under the unjust rule of the nobility, and I stand for a better, fairer future for all... a future where justice reigns" she whispered the last, menacingly into his face as her eyes looked with his, cold as cutting ice.

Baron André whimpered, sinking into his expensive chair adorned with precious gems. If he was going to say something, he was stopped by another voice.

"W-what's happening here?" Chloe said, uttered in a startled tone and standing at the entrance of her father's study , Her voice echoed the confusion and horror that swirled in her mind. Her restless sleep had stirred her awake and an uneasy feeling carried her there.

Not worried in the least with the new presence, Ladybug didn't even flinched and she turn her attention to the blonde, her sword still in place "Your father's wealth is built on the tears of the less fortunate. It's time for justice to be served," She responded, her gaze unwavering.

Baron André panicked more, his voice trembling. "You cannot—"

Before he could utter another word, Ladybug gracefully leaped out of the window, landing on the lower rooftops with the sack of coins in her possession, and she ran to the direction she knew Tikki would be and they disappeared into the moonlit night.

As Chloe screams calling the guards, echoed in the mansion, the opulent study bore witness to the tension and realization that the royals unjust reign of wealth had come under threat, and Ladybug had emerged as the symbol of hope for the oppressed, determined to right the wrongs that had plagued the kingdom.

It had been a year since that pivotal event that had marked the beginning of her unwavering cause to defend the rights of the downtrodden. The memories of that moment still held a profound place in Ladybug's heart, a constant reminder of the injustices in their kingdom and the commitment she had made to the people who yearned for a brighter, more equitable future.

Now, in the bustling heart of the kingdom, Ladybug crouched on the edge of a tiled roof, her crimson attire blending with the fading light of dusk. Below her, a crowded street stretched, its narrow cobblestone thoroughfare flanked by timber-framed houses and a throng of townsfolk going about their business.

With a flash of determination, Ladybug leaped from her perch, her lithe form gliding through the air. Her trajectory took her high above the street, soaring gracefully between the ancient buildings. As she approached Viscount Cash's imposing carriage at the far end of the street, she seized a taut rope, deftly swinging herself toward her target with the agility of an acrobat.

Having finished collecting the tax payments, the Viscount, arrogant and oblivious to the impending danger, was about to step into his carriage, his ornate attire and ostentatious demeanor drawing the ire of the commoners. His entourage, a group of soldiers, stood at the ready, their swords gleaming menacingly in the fading light.

Ladybug landed with a resounding thud on the roof of the carriage, her masked visage framed by the setting sun. She wasted no time and with the clinking of metal, unsheathed her sword. In a dazzling display of skill and speed, she engaged in a swift and daring fight with the Viscount's guards.

The soldiers expressions of surprise turned into determination as they confronted the masked heroine.

Blows were exchanged, acrobatics unfolded, and the clashing of steel filled the air. Ladybug's fearless resolve was matched only by the loyalty of the viscount's soldiers, who sought to protect their oppressive master. The street became a battleground, the commoners and merchants frozen in astonishment at the unfolding spectacle.

With each deft maneuver and calculated strike, Ladybug fought valiantly against the odds, disarming the soldiers one by one and awakening the fury of the people that were tired of the unfair ruling they had withstood for too long.

Inspired by Ladybug's courage and determination, the people began to join the fray. They picked up objects from the street—stones, sticks, even a few discarded vegetables—and hurled them at the remaining soldiers, creating chaos and confusion.

In the midst of the intense skirmish, the commoners clearly couldn't stand by any longer. Everyone grabbed anything they had at hand, ready to aid Ladybug in her fight. One courageous soul wielded a broom, using it as an improvised staff to trip the soldiers and knock their weapons from their hands.

A vendor seized a wooden cart handle, swinging it with surprising dexterity to parry the soldiers' strikes and create an opening for Ladybug. A third, quick-thinking individual hurled spoiled vegetables from a nearby vendor's stall, using the surprise tactic to momentarily disrupt the soldiers formation.

The people's actions were filled with a burning desire for justice. They showed their resolve to stand up, using whatever means they had at hand. With their support and Ladybug's skill, the soldiers, disoriented and outnumbered, found themselves at a disadvantage.

Rapidly, Ladybug found herself surrounded by the last two of Viscount Cash's soldiers that were still standing, their swords drawn and their faces etched with grim determination.

With a whirlwind of movement, Ladybug launched into the fight. Her sword became a blur of swift strikes, each blow aimed with precision. She deftly parried one soldier's attack, then spun to block the other's incoming strike, her agility reminiscent of a masterful dancer.

The two soldiers fought in tandem, trying to overpower her with their combined strength. Their coordinated attacks forced Ladybug to stay on the move, gracefully shifting and weaving between their strikes. Her crimson attire flowed with her movements, reflecting her unwavering resolve.

As the battle raged on, Ladybug's superior skill became apparent. With a brilliant display of swordsmanship, she deflected one soldier's blow and countered with a precise strike, leaving him crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

The second soldier, now realizing the futility of the fight, attempted a desperate lunge. Ladybug, however, was ready. With a swift and precise movement, she disarmed him and sent his sword clattering to the cobblestones as she left him unconscious with one last blow, a testament to her unmatched skill.

As Ladybug stood victorious, the street erupted with a chorus of triumphant cheers. The people, couldn't contain their elation any longer.

Their voices rose in unison, a cacophony of jubilation, gratitude, and hope. People clapped, cheered, and jumped, the sound of their feet hitting the cobblestones being downed by the celebration, their faces lit with joy. Some even lifted their children onto their shoulders to give them a better view of the masked heroine.

Amidst the jubilation, Ladybug acknowledged the people's support with a nod, her mask concealing her identity but not her unwavering commitment to justice. The cheers of the commoners echoed through the street, a resounding declaration that they would no longer bow to the royals abuse.

But there was still a matter to attend, thought Ladybug, facing now the man who the soldiers were guarding.

Viscount Cash, his haughty demeanor finally shattered, stood at the door of his ornate carriage in one last desperate attempt to stop Ladybug and the people. He had watched in shock as Ladybug, the masked heroine of the oppressed, had defeated his soldiers and taken control of the situation. Although he had more soldiers with him this occasion, considering it wasn't the first time this had happened, it was as if no amount of soldiers of their kingdom could stop her. Not, also, when the support she received from the people was growing with tremendous pace.

With sweat glistening on his brow and his fine clothes disheveled, the Viscount's voice quivered as he spoke, "You can't do this! You don't understand the consequences. The kingdom needs this gold for its prosperity!"

The people immediately yelled at him in discontent and were about to attack him but Ladybug, lifting her free hand up, signaled for them to stop. However, it didn't restraint some of them from throwing spoiled fruits and vegetables at the Viscount, someone even managing to splash him right on the face. To this, the whole street erupted in laughter and mocking remarks.

With a smirk on her red tinted lips, Ladybug's unwavering gaze met the Viscount's. She replied loudly and with conviction, "Prosperity at the expense of the people is no prosperity at all! The gold rightfully belongs to those who have suffered under your unjust taxation!"

The crowd roared euphoric in support to her words and Ladybug lifted her sword once more, the gleaming blade catching the fading light of day. Her resolve was undeniable and with the sharp edge of her weapon now pressing against the Viscount's throat, she ordered with unwavering voice,, "Move away from the gold, Viscount, or face the consequences."

Viscount Cash, his trembling figure more apparent than ever, hastily complied with her command. He stepped away from the door of his carriage, his eyes reflecting a mixture of fear, defeat, and frustration all while he was sure that the people's immediate shout of joy, echoed in the entire kingdom.

With resoluteness, Ladybug grabbed the ill-gotten sack of gold from the carriage. And now with the coins in her possession, the Viscount's power over the situation crumbled.

With a flourish, Ladybug unfurled the sack, and like a beneficent storm, she threw the coins into the air, returning tp the commoners their stolen wealth.

The people, weighed down by the burden of unfair taxation and the whims of the rich and powerful, became a sea of outstretched hands. Their eyes glistened with hope as they scrambled to collect the money that rained down upon them. The sheer contrast between their need and the ostentatious wealth of Viscount Cash and those like him, was stark and palpable.

The scene unfolded with an intensity that could be felt in the very stones of the street. Children laughed and cheered, elderly citizens wept with gratitude, and those who had long endured the unfairness of the aristocracy saw justice in the chaos, shining brighter than ever.

As the last coin descended, Ladybug looked one last time at Viscount Cash, who stood stunned and powerless, his authority unraveled before his eyes. Turning away from him, her voice was a clarion call, quieting the joyful cheers of the onlookers.

"This is but a fraction of what has been taken from you unjustly!" she declared, her words resonating with the collective desire for change. "Remember, together we can reclaim what is rightfully yours!"

And in the midst of that street, a roar of rebellion grew louder and stronger than what it already was, inspired by Ladybug's act of defiance. The balance of power was shifting, and the streets of the kingdom would never be the same again.

Right at that moment, on the highest part of the kingdom, where the castle was erected majestically, exuding an air of regal authority, a different contest brewed within.

Prince Adrien's fury flared, and he felt a profound sense of betrayal by his own father. He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with frustration. "You can't be serious, father! I'm in a relationship with Kagami, and I love her!"

King Gabriel, his demeanor firm, spoke with a tone of authority. "Adrien, your personal feelings cannot outweigh your duty as a prince. Marrying Kagami, the daughter of a samurai, will not bring real benefits to the kingdom, it won't appease our people. It is the commoner I have chosen who can help bridge the gap between us and the people" he added, his expression twisting into an ugly one as he considered "If there is someone to blame is that.. Ladybug" he almost spat "She has sown the seeds of discontent in our kingdom"

Adrien's anger flared, but he remained silent. Ladybug's actions had opened his eyes to the stark realities of their kingdom, revealing the struggles of the commoners and the injustices they faced. She had given them a voice, but he still lacked the courage to confront his father, to bridge the ever-widening gap between his newfound awareness and the constraints of his royal duty. In silence, his thoughts weighed drowned by the heavy burden of conflicting loyalties and the uncertain path ahead.

"But this girl you shall marry, her family is well appreciated by the people. With your union, Ladybug's attempts will be finally quenched. And i heard your future wife is beautiful, so you should be grateful" Gabriel added matter-of-factly.

Adrien's frustration mounted, and he felt as though he were being scolded like a petulant child. His jaw clenched, and his voice wavered with indignation as he responded, "Father, you're treating me like a spoiled... like a wayward child! I can't believe you'd make such a decision without considering my feelings or the woman I love. The people matter to me, and it hurts me to think that you believe they do not. There must be another way, a solution that doesn't involve me giving up my own happiness. Maybe if you would just change..."

King Gabriel, however, remained resolute, his expression unyielding. "This is me changing" he said with severity "This marriage is the clear reflection of my desire for there to be reconciliation with our people, but you most understand also, you are not just anyone, Adrien. You are the prince, and your duty is to your people, their benefit, and the harmony of our kingdom. The decision has been made," he stated firmly, leaving no room for further discussion.

Frustration and disappointment etched deeply into Adrien's features as he turned and stormed off from the opulent chamber, heading towards his own quarters. His footsteps echoed in the grand hallways, each step a painful reminder of the ever-widening chasm between his desires and his duty, and a future that now seemed irrevocably altered

Read more at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51278098/chapters/129561820

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theostrophywife · 1 year

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hi my loves, i finally got around to making a taglist. if you previously asked to be tagged in any of my fics and you aren't on here, please let me know so i can update this list.

@viradeity @moony-thoughts @i-opened-the-chamber-of-secrets @demirunner @swansworth @heart-defendor @momlo @mali22 @roselensage @searchingford@nessianxgwynriel@azriels-angels@brekkershadowsinger@morelovemorepeacemoretattoo-blog @mattte-black @marina468 @lillithathecathecat @highladyofillyria

#taglist #azrielscrown

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walks-the-ages · 3 months

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I just remembered that when I was in like, middle school, I had come up with some Alien Mermaid designs for a Stargate SG1 fic I never wrote, and I don't remember allll the details, but I do know they had 4 different genders, and were also like sea horses.

One of the other genders might have been an intermediary between the "male" and "female" -- aka, the "male" and "female" copulated like you would expect, but then the female transferred the fertilized egg/eggs into the Intermediary, and the Intermediary would be the one who was pregnant for however long the gestation time was.

The fourth gender I think was an adaptation that would suddenly develope in the "male", "female" and Intermediary genders depending on the size of the group, where on reaching puberty, they wouldn't turn into their original mature form, and instead grow big, bulky, and spikey, and would become the main protector/defendor of a mated group, which would typically be in groups of four to five.

#walks talks #walks writes #definitely gonna include them in panaeres

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iamacolor · 3 months

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Is there a reason no one talks about swing kids (2018)? I feel like it should almost be required viewing for foreigners (especially American) to recontextualize koreas recent history like yes both koreas are so much more than what the Americans did there but when the extent of media about the Korean War is quirky American medical sitcoms from the 70s and everyone and their mom is watching kdramas these days, it was very eye opening to see. A lot of dramas talk about the effect of Japanese occupation but the American occupation is very much still going on and rarely do we get commentary on it in mainstream Korean media

omg anon I love swing kids!!! truth be told I've only watched it once because it made me cry soooo much but yes it was very eye opening as I had no idea at the time I watched it that the us had had such presence and authority in korea (and I also found it interesting that it depicted a solidarity between korean prisoners in their own country and a black soldier living in a segregated society). btw the camp that the movie is set in was a real camp which saw many uprisings from prisoners happening (led by communists prisoners) that were violently repressed by the us military and it was really turned into memorial camp (as you see in the last scene of the movie when the us soldier comes back as an all man and puts his hand on the stage where they old danced together and he's the only survivor - I was bawling my eyes out at this point).

it's mainly by following @commajade that I was introduced to the reality of the us presence in Korea (historically and today) because as you said it's just never discussed wether it's western medias or kdramas. I really recommend going through their korean politics tag as you'll find many ressources on the us role in the peninsula (from the violence during the height of the korean war, to the support of the dictatorship regime, to blocking the peace negotiations between the two koreas and even their role before the japanese occupation), the massacres committed by the us army (and how they tried to erase them from history) and on the reality of the us having military bases on korean soil. as they explain, it informed the various wars that the us took part in afterwards. I was pretty shocked to learn how strong the US authority still is over the korean army (for example the singer Youngk from the band Day6 did his mandatory military service in a unit working for the US army to fill in various positions)

Discussing the reality of what the us did in korea would mean recognising that they are not indeed, and have never been, a great exemple of democracy and defendor of freedom, it goes against the core of their national storytelling concept (which was disproved, not just in korea, over the decades and is very much disproved by their current support of Israel in its destruction of the palestinian people - but they still get to present a narrative in which their violence is justified against savagery and only they know the truth of what the world needs bla bla bla) may the us regime rot. I don't know what Americans are taught about the war and their role in korea (probably something about how they saved the country and brought democracy) but in France, we barely talked about the korean war at school (I think it was mentioned as part of the lessons in the cold war? like the various ongoing conflicts between the west and the east although we did talk a little bit about the japanese occupation linked to the end of ww2 but it was a long time ago so my memory is definitely fuzzy) and it was actually through a korean friends that I learned that french soldiers had been involved and their actions were still commemorateed today in korea

#the joy I felt seeing swing kids in my ask box omg #anonymous #I've got mail

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commaclear · 1 year

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comma I have some solem news... cooler qaa is threataning to make FALSE statments on me :,( we have spoken a fair bit and they intend to EDIT the screenshots and make a "callout post" despite myself only wanting to have a freindly neighborly disscussion. they kept saying "i dont want your shitty blueberry pancakes" and "they look like crap ÆÆ" or "IM NOT GOING TO EAT YOUR FUCKED UP LITLE PANCAKES GET OFF MY DOORSTEP"

anyways its broken my heart too say this but cooler qaa is not to be trusted... even after i thought we could be freinds and put in all the effort they only want too ruin me wilbur semi defendor and my hurricanes relationship out of spite and jelousey. they even quoted fucking wilbur soot, said "if i cant have it, nobody can" be warned anons. while i was trying to mend bridges they took my planks and made a bonfire. hurricane, i would never do that to you or wsda, you two are my tresures.

-ÆÆ anon

I- I don’t know who to believe anymore...

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Sangre Fría, y el como poco a poco me adentre a escuchar PXNDX.

Hola, bienvenidos :)

Soy Defendor QuaKe y hoy quería hablar sobre una las bandas que he escuchado demasiado este año, PXNDX.

Después de un buen rato volví a escucharme otro disco de ellos y decidí por elegir uno de los más especiales según yo:

"Sangre Fría" fue el último disco que sacaron (2013) y era uno de los que más me llamaba la atención, ya que el único que había escuchado era el "Amantes Sunt Amentes" (2006) no podría decir que es mi favorito, pero este entra en mi top 3, tiempo después quise adentrarme un poco más escuchando otros discos y seguí por el "Para Ti Con Desprecio" (2005) que a pesar de que este es muy bueno y tiene canciones que sigo escuchando actualmente como "Hasta el Final" o la famosa "Disculpa los Malos Pensamientos" (De rojo te ves bien para los compas) no entra en mi top 3, pero eso no le quita mérito, ya que este iniciaría el estilo con el que muchos conoceríamos a PXNDX, tiempo después y para terminar decidí por escuchar "La Revancha Del Príncipe Charro" este disco me lo habían recomendado demasiado y no los culpo, me gusta mucho este estilo un poco más desmadroso y menos triste que tenia PXNDX en sus inicios, teniendo canciones como "Hola!", en la que colabora Jonaz de Plastilina Mosh, o "Mala Suerte" que toma un estilo más "Norteño" y tiene una letra un poco sin sentido, pero que aun así se disfruta XD

Tuvieron que pasar meses para que volviera a escuchar otro disco de PXNDX y aquí estoy, escuchando "Sangre Fría" 9 años después y la verdad es que suena muy cabron!!

Teniendo una colaboración con Pepsi en la que podías conseguir el disco si te salía un código de descarga en la tapa de una botella, aquí el video de la promoción por si no lo han visto o quieren acordarse:

Perdonen la calidad, pero siguiendo con esto, yo nunca vi este anuncio, exceptuando el de Moderatto con "Malditos Pecadores" que por cierto, aún lo tengo descargado 😁

Después de este anuncio que si te toco verlo probablemente te causo nostalgia (Cosa que a mí no porque es la primera vez que lo veo XD) toca hablar del disco ahora sí.

Este disco se ha convertido en mi segundo favorito de PXNDX (Hasta ahora) parece broma, pero hay algunas canciones como "Pasar Desapercibido" que suenan muy pesadas y gracias a eso le da un toque único a este álbum, otra canción que me gustó mucho de este disco fue "Introducción A La Cartografía" que a pesar de no ser tan pesada como las demás, también es muy buena y se disfruta mucho :)

Y por último y la que sería mi segunda canción favorita del disco esta "Usted" de verdad, me encanta el coro de esta canción, automáticamente se volvió mi segunda favorita gracias a eso.

Terminando de hablar sobre las canciones quisiera hablar del arte de este disco que sería la portada, creo que esta y la de "Para Ti Con Desprecio" son de mis favoritas de PXNDX Refleja muy bien el estilo del disco 🐺

Enserio, si no has escuchado este álbum, cosa que dudo porque ya tiene 9 años de que salió a menos de que seas como yo que apenas está descubriendo PXNDX, escuchalo de una vez que no te arrepentirás, es uno de los mejores discos que he escuchado de ellos, tal vez me falten más discos por escuchar como el "Poetics" o "Bonanza" pero por ahora es de los que más me han gustado, todo el maldito disco es una joya! Quisiera que el próximo disco que escuche y pueda reseñar sea Poetics, pero me esperaré por ahora, ya que quiero hablar sobre otro disco muy pronto, ya verán de que estoy hablando 😂

En conclusión, es una joya que si o si tienes que escuchar.

Ya para despedirme solo quería avisarles que pronto subiré el video que les prometí a YT que si, tal vez me esté tardando mucho, pero es que los videos no se editan solos, sumale que no quiero hacerlo a lo wey.

Por ahora dejaré mi canal por aquí: [DEFENDOR QuaKe] échenle un vistazo, no tiene nada aun, pero igual revísenlo que pronto habrá algo ;)

Espero que les haya gustado mi opinión sobre el disco y les haya servido para que lo escucharan o por lo menos se hayan entretenido un rato, es mi primera vez haciendo un Blog :D

Sin más que decir me despido, yo soy Defendor QuaKe y nos estaremos viendo pronto, hasta luego!!

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