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byproducts-of-my-imagination · 5 months

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Everyone Hates Todo Except You

The best part about Todo is that you don’t have to put yandere in front of him because his normal behavior already screams delusional and obsessive. You cannot convince me that he doesn’t sniff all your things as soon as you’re not looking. He’s just so intense. I love this man, need to catch up on jjk.

~1k words. Thank you to whoever requested this and I hope you enjoy!

At the Kyoto branch, nobody really bothers sticking their nose in Todo’s business. But when there’s an enormous mound of trash bags outside his room that just keeps getting bigger, concerning glances and eyebrow raises no longer cut it. Normally his antics earn a side eye or two, but lately it’s been a little much, even for him. At the breakfast table the next day, the girls decide to draw straws to see who has to tell him to move his shit.

“It’s not fair! Why do I have to do it?” Miwa groans, cursing her bad luck for the thousandth time.

“It is fair, you just happened to draw the short straw now go deal with it! We'll back you up.” Mai grins, knowing full well she rigged it.

Kasumi Miwa would rather be doing literally anything else at this moment. She timidly knocks on the door, and says, “Todo? Could you move all this stuff please? You’re starting to block the hallway.”

“Yeah I’ll get to it whenever I get the rest of this junk cleaned up. Don’t worry there’s no food waste so there shouldn’t be any smell.”

“B-but Todo…. It's been almost a week now…” The only response was the muted sound of shuffling.

Miwa looks back in defeat at her so-called “back up” as they peek from behind the corner. Their best bet now is to get one of the boys to convince him. And if they fail it’s straight to Utahime-sensei.

Todo looks at his room, emptier than it’s ever been. He knew this was the likeliest outcome. Takada-chan was a beloved idol, and even if she liked him back (which he thought she might have at some point) there was no way she could be with him. He knew, but it doesn't mean it hurt any less. There were years of carefully collected merch, thousands of dollars being stuffed into trash bags to be thrown away. But instead of the despair he carefully denied for years, he didn’t feel any loss throwing away all the autographed posters and pictures. No, he had something much better now, someone who could actually be with him in this wretched, boring world. He had his wonderful, gorgeous, beautiful, perfect in every way girlfriend. And while you weren’t aware that you were destined to be with him yet, he would make sure you’d know soon. As soon as he finished purging his space of Takada-chan (it wouldn’t do to have pictures of an old flame) he’d confess.

A few days later he was tying up the last trash bag, ready to enact his plan. He asked you to meet him under the largest tree in the forest on the edge of the training field. Several hypothetical scenarios floated through his mind, and he focused on the one where you’d enthusiastically said you loved him back and then he married you and had many children. As he neared the confession site, Todo felt yet another arrow go through his heart as you came into view. I’ll never get tired of seeing her.

“Todo, is everything okay? What’s up?” A shiver ran down Todo’s spine, goosebumps rising. God, even your voice was perfect.

“I love you. Promise me, y/n. That we’ll spend the rest of our lives together.” He got down on one knee like a proposal, looking up at you like a devout follower.

“Todo… I don’t know about the rest of our lives but why don’t we start with a date? I like you too.” While you were a bit taken aback by his forwardness, you brush it off as Todo being Todo. You never disliked his honesty and unabashedness.

“My girlfriend!! I knew you felt the same!” A single tear ran down Todo’s face.

Back to the dorms, it wasn’t long before everyone found out and congregated at your room to badger you with questions.

“Ugh that gorilla? You guys are dating now?” Nishimiya asked, firmly believing Todo to be an improper and inadequate boyfriend.

“I thought he only had eyes for that idol Takado or whatever,” Miwa chimes.

“It’s Takada,” Mai corrects, not able to make eye contact with Nishimiya’s suspicious glance in her direction.

“We’re dating now! He just asked me out, and he’s really good to me.” you reply, thinking of how Todo insisted on carrying you back to the dorms, gently setting you down before running off saying he needed to ‘prepare’.

“You can do way better than Todo, trust us.” The girls all nod in agreement. However, Todo is outside your room balancing a tray of perfectly cooked lunch and a cold pitcher of water.

“What are you guys talking about?” he knows already, but wants to hear them say it to his face.

“How y/n is too good for the likes of you.” Mai minces no words for Todo. With the uncomfortable tension rising, the Kyoto girls hastily make an exit.

“My love, I made lunch for us. I know I am not handsome, or come from wealth and a good sorcerer family like some of our classmates. But I will be devoted. I will never stray from you, I’d die if you asked me to.” he says, as he sets the meal on your small desk, pulling out utensils and napkins. His normal confidence seems to waver a bit, and it seems that not even Todo is immune to worrying about what other people think of him.

“Todo, don’t worry about what they say and please don’t say you’ll die for me. I like you a lot, I wouldn’t have accepted your confession if I didn’t. I also think you’re quite handsome.”

“You love me back?” he whispers, kneeling at the edge of your bed, looking up at you. While it’s a bit too early to tell, Todo’s hopeful, reverent look has you obliging him.

“I do love you back.” He embraces you, and you can hear his heartbeat in his bare chest. It feels good to be loved so wholeheartedly, and you’ll give him all the love you have to repay him.

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accidentalshifter · 3 months

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Constructing your DR: a little rant on how I approach it and theories! It's pretty long, haha.

Disclaimer: Everything said within this post is my own interpretation/opinion based on personal experiences. Take what is relevant and leave whatever doesn't resonate behind. I am no authority on this subject, just a very keen enthusiast. Send me an ask if you have any further questions or comments. I'll try to answer them as best as I can. 🔮 *beautiful divider made by @firefly-graphics

This is my take on Astral Space/DR creation. It's a bit of a long-winded read. But, I figured writing about my process before I started to talk about my DRs would be good. I'm very new to the Shiftblr community but not new to the practice. I've been doing it since I was young. And I hope whoever reads this gets some ideas to incorporate into their own DR & Astral Space creation.

[Theory and Philosophy]

🌕 So first off, let's establish what the "astral plane" is. In my practice and experience, it is the liminal space between the subconscious, conscious, and intuitive mind. A doorway in the pineal gland that we can journey through to discover truth & meaning. It's a malleable psychic landscape that exists both inside & outside of ourselves which connects us to all possible places...both real and imaginary. It's one realm (or layer) we go to when we dream at night. And one that ghosts, gods, guides, demons, angels, & other kinds of incorporeal spirits use to communicate directly with the material living; us sentient beings. Everyone is connected to the astral plane. Even those people who cannot visualize in their mind or aren't particularly interested in spirituality...

I also believe in my practice that the astral plane directly overlaps 3-D reality. Parts of it, therefore, can actually be tied to actual (physical) locations, time periods, worlds, & even objects. Usually those objects that have gained a certain amount of energy or spiritual force to it. And I mention periods of time because the astral isn't limited by linear time. So, all time is accessible inside it.

🌕 What is an "astral space", then? If you can imagine the astral plane as an onion (having many layers) then an astral space would be the individual cells within the material of the onion. Our own imagination and dreams are contained within cells inside the astral plane that are specifically tied to each of us. Some cells can be connected to each other. Those who can travel into other people's dreams or inside other people's minds are adept at the art of linking up their cells to someone else's and traveling in-between them. While most people are unconscious of the collective astral spaces of the astral plane, only aware when interacting with them in dreams, through various forms of trance/meditation (focused visualization) some people can explore astral space/s, link to other people's astral spaces, and even design or add new ones to their cell.

In my opinion, I don't make any distinction between a person's astral space and a DR. Also known as a "desired reality" or "astral temple" or a "mind palace." I think the only difference, if there is any, is the purposes they're used/created for. A desired reality tends to be more self-indulgent while an astral temple is made to be a space where one can do magic and a mind palace is for memory retention or exploring yourself & your psyche. But they all exist within the same venn diagram. They're all spaces in the astral plane attached to our dreaming and imaginative functions. There's likely a lot of overlap between them.

🌕 How did the astral plane come to be? I do not know, to be honest. I only have theories. My most solid theory is that the astral plane is a natural consequence of dreaming beings & lifeforms (not restricted to life on Earth) in the same way that casting a shadow upon a wall is a natural consequence of there being sunlight. The astral is a twin reflection of the waking world; influenced by it, not restricted by it, and beholden to its own laws. Just like life here on Earth adheres to gravity/physics & chemistry. Greek mythologies say that the astral plane was the home of the Oneiros & Morpheus, God of Dreams, long before any human dreamt the first (human) dreams. Of course, it's called "Erebos" in Greek mythos. Not the "astral plane." And was likened to a dark cave in a land of eternal night beyond the rising sun. Kind of sounds like the very first settlements that our earliest ancestors had when the world was young, huh?? The Aboriginal culture of Australia believed that The Dreamtime (or what I think is the "astral plane") came before life & creation. And that both things only came about because of The Dreaming. And sprang forth from it. But no, I don't have a definitive answer here for you & I don't think I ever will.

🌕 Why is the astral plane important?? Well, apart from it being the blueprint upon which all material form derives, I believe the astral plane/s are important because of the wealth of self-knowledge & personal gnosis we can gain from exploring it. Another cool aspect of the astral plane that I think is important is how useful it is for spiritual & metaphysical practitioners who have to hide their craft. Or those people who're economically limited & don't have space for an altar/access to any tools, ritual ingredients, ect. Learning how to work with the astral plane & create your own astral space can be an invaluable resource in those instances...

Which leads me to the point of this post:

[The Taglock Method]

🌕 Step 1: Give your Astral Space a purpose.

In my experience, giving your astral space a reason for existing (even the smallest or most ridiculous reason) will solidify it and give it life. Try to make your intention/s as clear as possible. I find that the less grand & complex directives usually have the best chance at gaining energetic traction. With this step, you can also create a sigil (a sign or symbol) that embodies the purpose of your intention/s or represents your astral space in some way. If you feel a bit lost on this step, sometimes the best intention to start off with is making a space to talk to your spiritual guides, your ancestors, OCs, or your favorite comfort characters.

🌕 Step 2: Give your Astral Space aesthetics and lore.

Just like a story or fanfic, give your astral space some interesting background info. Is it filled with Studio Ghibli forest spirits? Or maybe it's an empty and vast library of sentient books? How about a world made of floating islands, wandering dragons, & medieval kingdoms??? Include whatever most inspires you!! Your ability to imagine is pretty much the limit. Giving your astral space lore can also include programming (scripting) in fixed locations or characters to interact with. According to your tastes, you can go heavy on the scripting or keep it open & loose. In my experience, allowing the astral space to develop its own myths and denizens keeps the energy of it more fun. And can also give you HUGE CLUES about yourself through the symbolism of its developing evolution. Giving your astral space lore is like tending a bonsai. Shape it. But avoid over pruning it. Along this line of thought, I hesitated giving my 4 astral spaces an official name at first because I wanted to discover it organically as I went exploring in them. Uncovering your astral space's true name could be a fun starter adventure for you!

🌕 Step 3: Safeguard your Astral Space.

When exploring the astral, you can never be too careful! Script in guardians or safe guards into your space that only activate on your command. Personally, I have set my 4 spaces up to react to a trigger word that if spoken aloud by me (and only me) will pop me out of the space and back into my CR (current reality) unscathed. If you aren't up for any risk or danger, you might want to script/program your astral space with orders that no violence/nothing weird occurs within your space at all. Or you can set it on a sliding scale of danger levels for those of you who crave chaos. Another tip I have for this step is to program in a "save point" or multiple save points that are only visible/accessible to you. The usefulness of scripting in save points into your astral space allows you to quickly recall certain fixed points within your space with ease... The same way that bookmarks help you to keep your place while reading a book. My save points are 4 specific animals unique to my 4 astral spaces. Whenever I need to "bookmark" a spot in my space, I usually look for the animal sculpture that's hidden within the landscape I'm exploring.

🌕 Step 4: Create a Taglock.

One of the most frustrating things about (consciously) creating an astral space is its tendency to erode/melt back into the astral plane over time. Just like cells in our bodies are replaced over time, the cells of our astral space are also replaced. Each & every dream, daydream, and vision for the future is a cell that eventually manifests in reality or returns back to the dream soup from whence it came. Unless, that is, you reinforce it (constantly) inside your mind. Here's where having a "taglock" comes in handy. For those who don't know what a taglock is, it's a physical item that anchors you (or a spell) to a person, physical place, idea, ect. You get the drift. A taglock that reinforces the concept behind your astral space can be a handy workaround to keep it from erosion & cement it. Your taglock can be as simple as a rock you discovered on the ground or as complex as a portrait you painted. The key factor in a taglock's usefulness is its ability to be within your line of sight (daily) or on your person so it can remind you of your astral space, thus reinforcing it, and keeping it solid in your mind. Also, in my lived experience, linking a physical object to your astral space/DR makes it way easier to shift into it.

⚠️ Side note: If for any reason you need to take a break away from your astral space, I'd recommend you place your taglock in a box and out of sight. Preferably one that's sealed up energetically/magically to prevent it from interacting with you in any way. Boxing your taglock is like putting your astral space in a deep sleep or suspended animation where it can remain fixed but won't be at the fore of your imagination.

🌕 Step 5: Imbue your Taglock with energy.

In my experience, when you first create an astral space, it's energetically taxing. Like a newborn baby, the astral space will need nurturing, attention, and care. Especially if you're creating a DR/Astral Space that has no ties to any (already established) canon. In the case of energetically imbuing a DR/Astral Space that's based on a movie, TV series, mythology, videogame, or book, it is as simple as ingesting said media while holding/having your taglock on you. Then, anchoring in the vibes/concepts from said media into the taglock. But in the case of an original DR/Astral Space (one that has no source material to draw from), it'll take more finesse than simply feeding it your favorite media. You'll have to incorporate the taglock into your life. Eat with it, sleep with it, exercise with it, breathe on it, shed your tears on it, laugh with it...or even use ritual oils sold as curios in your local witch shoppe (or online) along with binging any media appropriate to the themes of your DR. I'd recommend using "Dream" oils for your purposes if you decide to incorporate oils at all with your taglock. This step will be the longest/hardest step in the process but is guaranteed to deliver you results if you keep at it consistently. Also, don't try to do this all at once. Pace yourself. It took me a whole month for my original concept DR/Astral Space to start taking shape and gain momentum before the real fun stuff happened.

⚠️ Side note: What happens if you lose your taglock?? Nothing at all. Your taglock serves as a reminder but it isn't the core link to your Astral Space/DR. Your mind and capacity to dream is. Simply obtain a new taglock that reminds you of your Astral Space/DR & link it up. You might find that as your DR/Astral Space grows, evolves, & changes so too will the taglock you use to reinforce it. While you could theoretically have many taglocks for 1 Astral Space, I'd recommend you focus your taglocks to one per each DR/Astral Space so the energetic link to it is more consolidated, not scattered amongst many different parts.

🌕 Step 6: Document any daydreams about your Astral Space.

During the process of the fifth step (and especially if you're an extra visual person) you might receive mental impressions or other sense phenomenon while powering your taglock. In my experience, these are signs that your Astral Space/DR is gaining "mass" and is starting to stabilize. And it's a good indication that your Astral Space/DR is ready to be shifted into & explored. Keep track of these very early impressions in a book or in electronic notes. While your Astral Space/DR might change and evolve a little more past this phase, these flickers of life might contain potent symbolic and metaphorical meaning to what you'll be encountering in your newly-born dream space in the future. And keeping track of them could come in handy for you later on.

🌕 Step 7: Remember to take a break.

Birthing a world is hard work!! None of the steps I've outlined should be tackled in the span of a day or a week. In my experience, it usually takes a month/month and a half to achieve all these steps in a healthy and stable way. Both for your Astral Space/DR and for yourself. Remember to take it at a slow and easy pace. If you should feel like you need to take a break, remember that you can always box up your taglock & put it somewhere out of sight/out of reach so that your focus goes elsewhere. Also, do your best to ground & re-center yourself after working with your Astral Space/DR. This work tends to be very ungrounding in its nature and can exasperate underlying issues if you do not learn to balance your DR/Astral Space life with your current life here in this reality. Eat, sleep, talk to your friends, do something good for yourself in this world. There is as much beauty and wonder here as there is in your dream cell.

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thecameronchronicles · 1 year

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Office Christmas Party

TW: Smut. Language. Dom!Rafe.

SUMMARY: Rafe decides you will be the one to entertain him at the office Christmas party this year…

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🎄rafe and reader doing it in his office at his work Christmas party🎄

Office Christmas Party

You had only been hired just over a week ago and yet you were quick to learn that Rafe Cameron was not like any boss you’d had prior. To say he was intimidating was an understatement with the word itself needing a different definition of such intensity worn behind such kind eyes. But with your recent employment, came a surprising distance for what you should expect in being his assistant. He focused on any interactions with you through emails and demanded you’d never enter his office alone. Although they appeared to be bizarre requests, his reclusive existence had been an answer to any question you held in your reservations.

But tonight would change everything.

Since you had been chosen for the job, you had only met his gaze twice. The first had been when he welcomed you as part of “The Cameron Family”, a phrase actually spoken by his father as you shook both of their hands. But the second, the accidental connection of your eyes to him, had been as the elevator opened as you’d remained after hours. For just a moment, you had taken him by surprise as he explained he wouldn’t share the ride back down to the ground floor, leaving you to theorize that he didn’t like you. For whatever reason he had agreed to hire you, none of them consisted had been because he favored your presence.

But as his eyes came to you now from across the annual Christmas party, a dull event he loathed throughout the entire year, he was focused solely on you. It made you question your existence entirely as he only showed this kind of attention to his computer screen. It meant that your fingers were always rushing over the fabric of your dress in correction and you made every excuse to check if you had something in your teeth as you would pass over any reflective surface. Yet, you would learn soon enough why you held his interest.

“Come to my office, yeah?” His voice, melodic in its own way, had been enough to make your heart still and then accelerate as you followed his steps until the door closed at your back.

“This is usually the part where I hand out those bonus checks…” He hesitated, hovering at a designated drawer of his desk harboring such things.

“Would you get them for me?” You were beyond bewildered of how entitled he could be. He had already opened the drawer and hung over its parting and yet he wanted you to be the one to work it back into his fingers. And yet with the way his eyes followed you with such a deadpanned expression beneath, you were eager to obey. But as you rose from in front of him, his body was pressed to yours.

“I knew I never should have hired you.” You attempted to turn to question him, but felt him press you harder to the edge of the desk, a swift motion forcing the drawer closed with a slam.

“I knew you were going to be distracting…” He shook his head. “Those tight blouses and short little skirts,” He scoffed, “But to make matters worse, you can actually do your job…which makes being near you…difficult. I can’t focus on anything…so I’m going to give you a choice…” He pulled one of those envelopes from your fingers.

“This is your check. Maybe you don’t necessarily deserve it like they do for being here longer, understandably. And you can take that and leave my office. Take the vacation days over the weekend and celebrate with your friends or family, whoever’s warming your sheets-” Your eyes widened as your gaze kept to him since he captured that envelope.

“Or?” You asked with a mix of anxiety and excitement as he smirked to see such curiosity.

“OR you can forgo this…this job…any expectation to be independent…” He pushed you into the desk, a hand on either side of your hips, as he enclosed you between his arms, “And you can let me bend you over and make you mine in the same way you’ve wanted since you accepted this job.”

You swallowed hard. “If I…If I agree to the latter, it sounds like I’d be out of a job-”

“You misunderstand…” He moved even closer, lowering to you, as he was close enough to now smell the single drink he’d had now echo against your lips as an echo of a possible kiss.

“If you agreed to it…I wouldn’t pay you. I’m not gonna pay someone I’m fucking. But I would expect you to come to me when I asked. And in exchange, you wouldn’t need for anything. But it would also mean nobody else exists for you. I am yours. And you’d be mine.”

“Mister Cameron-”

“IS my father….You better get used to saying my name because I AM going to make you scream it.” He moved even closer, “IF you choose to accept-” Something took over you from this moment. The reservation you had to cross that line was more than blurred, it was obliterated. The common sense pulling at you in remembrance of how messy could get was silenced when feeling him reciprocate. Such passion behind such intensity you’d longed for since you were employed. And even if it had only been a short while, it was enough to make you burn for him stronger than anyone you’d ever craved. And now you could act on it. And for that reason, you didn’t hold back against him. With a grin forming across his face, you were made aware that he favored this.

“But I need you to be quiet for me until I’m ready for everyone to know you’re my favorite…” He teased, turning you against the desk. “And for now…You’re going to let me appreciate what’s mine…isn’t that right, baby?” Your eyes came closed as you felt him trace your curves.

“I mean it. I don’t share and I don’t ask twice. You break any of my rules-”

“What rules?” You spoke quickly, needy to want to please him.

“I’ll write it up tomorrow. For tonight, I just need you to be quiet until I tell you to come…Let me see what you like…and I'll show you what I expect.” He teased beneath your skirt, but would ultimately retreat and sit in his chair.

“What CAN I expect Mister-Rafe?” He clenched his jaw as he motioned you closer to him.

“I’m going to train you to me, sweetheart…”

“Train…me?” He nodded, petting the side of your hair before this sent you to your knees,a silent direction making you acquiesce as your hands rested on his parted thighs.

“How long can you hold your breath?”

“I-I don’t know…”

“You’re going to learn to breathe through your nose for me…I just know you’re gonna cry so pretty when you take me,” He used his finger marked by that signet ring he’d worn as a signature of his aesthetic, as he guided you to meet his gaze.

“All the way,” He carried that cold metal along your throat, stopping where he would rest.

“Here…” You swallowed hard.

“But tonight…” That soft tease now altered to a harsh grip in the back of your hair, curls crushed in his cold grasp, offering you a preview of just how quickly he could contrast.

“Since we don’t have a lot of time…I’m going to show you the worst of it…” You were taken back over the edge of his desk, his hand keeping you eating into the cruel corner as he bunched your skirt at the dimples of your back.

“I’ll buy lace…” He explained, snapping the cotton fabric at your chilled skin beneath. “It’s easier to tear off…” You gasped as the sound of his belly unlatching behind you made your jaw clench.

“Understand something right now. That even though I’m in charge, you’re in control. I’m going to fuck you, but you tell me how hard. I’m going to make you come, but you tell me how you want it. But if there’s one time I go to far or you can’t take it, we’re done.” He explained as he’d pulled you to face him, ensuring he had your focus.

“Tell me you understand. You have to communicate with me or this won’t work.”

“I understand, Rafe.”

“Good. Now be quiet for me so I can make you come without being interrupted-” He was thrusted into you by his own submission.

“You okay-just nod.” You bowed your head, offering this validation as he clenched his jaw to how you felt around him.

“Stop tensing…I’m not gonna last.” You tried to ease. But when he noticed your struggle, he softened the moment by taking his hand to your breasts.

“If you want me to get any work down after this…you’re going to have to give me enough until I can make you mine again…Every inch of this beautiful body…All mine-say it.”

“Yours, Rafe.”

“Good girl, still being quiet.” You blushed. “You like being told you’re a good girl? That makes you wanna come, doesn’t it?” You nodded.

“I know you wanna scream baby…I promise you can…but…not…yet…” He gripped onto the edge of his desk as he pounded into you, words exchanged for the sound of skin slapping against skin. His stamina was impressive and almost aggravating as he would offer teasings of what he could bring you, edging you as he moved from adorning your figure to offering immediate pleasure.

“I can’t wait to taste you…” He groaned. “Bet nobody has ever made you come that way…” You shook your head as he scoffed.

“Don't worry, won’t be a position, a room, a fantasy you won’t come from because of me. You won’t be able to watch porn or have a wet dream with me being a part of your mind…You won’t need either of them…nobody else.” He became almost erratic with his thoughts spoken aloud as his motions increased, explaining to you how he was close.

“You’re going to scream into my hand this time…I wanna feel the vibrations…” You nodded as he used this grip to pull you up into him as his dominant hand came around your face. “Now, baby…I’m close-I want to feel you drown it-I know you wanna be good, I know you wanna listen-” Your head came to a rest on his shoulder.

“I’m-”

“You don’t have to tell me…just come-” You nodded, clenching your jaw before feeling that release, quick and sudden in contrast to the build up, but just as rewarding as his own as he turned you to face him.

“Consider yourself fired, sweetheart. But I’m expecting you first thing on Monday morning. No panties.” He moved closer, that soft trace ascending your curves after returning your dress flat, now harsh at your jaw.

“You do anything without me, I’ll know…” He explained, taking his fingers over his own cock. “I know how you taste now, baby…and I’ll know.” You clenched your jaw and nodded as he teased a kiss as a knock came to the door.

“Don’t break any of my rules, baby…You won’t like the consequences, I promise you that.” He smirked as he moved out the door, redressed and satisfied.

“Oh, and Merry Christmas.” He smirked.

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imababblekat · 1 year

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Revali X Sheika Reader

Anon Request; "Hello! May I request Revali w/ a Sheikah!Reader who is extremely kind but also a skilled fighter alongside Impa? Thank you, good luck for everything!"

~xXx~

The first time Revali met you, he didn’t think much. The Rito champion assumed you were an acting guard for Impa, to which he honestly didn’t understand the need for considering her own impressive skill as a fighter. While boastful and full of pride towards others, neither of you rarely conversed. He honestly thought you quite boring, as compared to his own very stoic rival, Link. It wasn’t till the Sheika’s visit to his homeland that he realized just how full of color you truly were.

It was another restless night for Revali, full of tossing and turning in anticipation to get his signature move down right. It secretly irked him how gifted the other Champions were, having been blessed with magical abilities that came as easy as taking a breath. He’d get his move down right, one day, but in the meantime sleep and rest were not helping him get there. The Rito had taken to the skies not moments after making the final descion to get up and work harder, soaring over to the flight range in the dead of night. The chilly air during such a time was nothing to him, so it came as quite the surprise when his sharp eyes picked up the flickering lights of a fire down below.

The closer he guided down to the small hut, the tunes of a soft flute flited to his ears. Whoever had been playing it was so focused on their craft that they had not heard him land and make way into the range’s hut. Once his eyes had adjusted to the light of the cooking pot, Revali immediately recognized who had beaten him to the range. Your back to him, you had not a single clue of your audience as you continued to play the melody of your village so far from the Rito’s. It was melodic and mystifying, a sound that very few outsiders ever got to experience. Yet, Revali was ever so lucky to hear it himself as it resounded off the ranges peaks and be played by non-other than you.

So lost in the beautiful tune you spun, Revali couldn’t help but think back to the past week of your tribes visit. It had taken some time for you to adjust, showing that all the quiet moments of your presence being that because you were actually quite shy, but once you had opened up, Revali somewhat regretted thinking you so dull. You were quite cheerful and oh so kind. The children of his village adored you; always asking you to help them with something or to play or even watch as they awkwardly flapped through the air. Anytime they struggled, you were always quick to encourage them on with unending support. It was something the Rito Champion soon realized he truly admired about you, and he wondered if it was because he had never had someone there to support him.

The sound of a clearing throat made him slightly jump, and he wondered when you had stopped playing or had even taken note of his presence. With a soft smile and confused brows upon your face, Revali was quick to gain composer as to not make him seem off guard.

“Couldn’t sleep?”, you questioned with a hint of concern.

Revali shook his head, stepping forward to stand by where you sat before the ranges cavern.

“Hmph, sleep. Sleeping is for those who ignore their potential and take the easy route about life.”, he huffed, wings crossed as he watched you stand and dust off your Rito winter garb. An outfit he had to fight himself from internally thinking about how nice you appeared in.

“Rest, dear Revali, is what you need.”, you peered out to the ranges peaks before turning to point back at the bow strapped to his back.

“I’ve seen you train, better yet, I’ve seen what you like after.”

Revali reveled in the admittance that you’d seen him in action.

“Oh? An admire?”, he teased with a raised brow and slightly puffed chest.

“No”, you rolled you’re eyes but kept your smile, “Someone who is concerned for the Rito who acts all high and mighty, but staggers away when no ones looking and tries to hide fallen injuries.

Said Rito winced a bit at your statement. He was so careful to make sure no one saw his mistakes or how much of a toll his over training was taking on him. Revali was a prideful sort, he kept himself to high standards and worked hard to be where he was today, unlike most of the others he was assigned to fight alongside of. Last thing he needed was to be seen as weak.

Before Revali could angrily retaliate, you quickly stepped forward and into his space. You face had been inches from his, and he quickly took a step back with a soft squawk, his cheek feathers fluffing up in a bit of embarrassment.

“I know! I’ll challenge you to rest!”

It took Revali a moment to comprehend what you had said, but once he had any bitterness from before had been quickly replaced with intrigue. If there was one thing Revali was known for it was his eagerness to prove himself in competition. With a smirk, he stepped forward in challenge, wings on his hips and startlingly green eyes catching your unwavering form.

“Heh, and what do tell, are you proposing?”

“A shooting challenge.”, you confidently winked, pulling out your own bow.

This caused Revali to let out a heavy laugh, one that only made you smile wider.

“Are you serious?! You do know who you’re talking to right?”, Revali confidently grinned, taking out his bow and holding it as though it were a magnificent treasure.

“What? Are you a kokoo?”, you jested, making bocking sounds to only further ruffle Revali’s feathers.

With a huff, Revali stepped toward the end of the flight range’s landing, you quickly following behind him.

“There.”, he pointed to some targets set in the far distance. “Whoever hits all of those wins. Think you can do that, Sheika guard?”

Narrowing your eyes, Revali knew he tugged a string with the title he’d thrown at you, but was left confused when your dour expression changed to one of mischief.

“I’ll do you one better. If I hit those targets blindfolded, you have to rest. For a week!”

Revali smirked with a raised beak. You really had no idea what you were getting yourself into huh?

“Fine, but if you miss a single target, you will craft my arrows for the same amount of time.”

It was known that Sheika were skilled in the ways of crafting weapons, and Revali reveled at the thought of showing up Link with some new, quicker arrows.

With a nod of agreement you quickly wrapped a piece of cloth around your eyes, taking stance along the edge and drawing your bow. Just behind you, Revali held an already triumphant smirk. He knew the range better than anyone, and knew just exactly how rough and unexpected it’s winding winds could be. How could someone who couldn’t even fly be expected to hit targets, blindfolded, in such unpredictable situations.

And yet, just as how you had taken him by surprise when you’d first arrived and shown your true personality, you had once again done so in the form of archery. With a deep breath and senses he couldn’t even begin to comprehend that you were capable of on high alert, you fired. Each arrow seemed to be carried by the sharp gust of wind, as though you some how knew what direction it would take. Revali watched in awe as the arrows twisted and turned in ways he didn’t think was even possible, the sound of them hitting their mark dead on resounding in his mind. Just as the tune you played on your wonderful flute had moments prior. Was your playing a tactic to learn the ranges winds?

Removing your blindfold and shaking your hair back into place, you didn’t even bother to look at the targets you hit, instead turning to the awestruck Rito Champion with a smirk of your own.

“See you back at the village. Oh, and one more thing,” you brushed teasingly against him as you made your leave.

“I’m not a guard. I’m a warriors aprentice.”

Watching your retreating form, Revali felt a warmth blooming within his chest and let out a small chuckle with a shake of his head and a genuine grin, your admirable skills with a bow playing back in his memory.

You weren’t boring in the slightest.

#revali x reader #botw revali x reader #champion revali #botw revali #botw x reader #loz x reader #my first try at writing revali after the japanese vs english vid so hopefully he's not too ooc #hylian reader #sheikah reader #anon request #anonymous #imababblekat's writing

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quotidian-oblivion · 1 month

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for the Melrin ask - Worst thing you think Merlin ever did. im so curious about this one

I had to think so much about this one too.

I don't know. I love Merlin, he's my favorite character. I justify everything he does, even if it's bad. That's what happens with any favorite fictional characters.

I don't want to say "Not telling Arthur sooner" or "Mistrusting Mordred" or "Poisoning Morgana" or anything of the like because, to be fair, that's a given. It's something a lot of us will lament about. Mainly because the writers did not do their job properly (imo).

I'd say, the worst thing he did, to me, is be passive.

I'm bringing up my own values and morals here because I believe that Merlin ruined himself and all of Albion by being passive. By listening to the dragon and not doing his own research. By being whatever Arthur needed him to be. By taking things upon himself. By not trusting others because that's what he was told.

If Merlin had been a little more assertive and a little more sure of himself and what he wanted, then the show would have gone on in an entirely different direction. But he's passive. For the majority of the show. The biggest time where he's not is in the first scene where he challenges Arthur because he wanted to stay true to his ideals and values which was to stand up against bullies who prey on the ones who can't defend themselves against them.

If he had been more assertive, he would have told Arthur earlier, he wouldn't have poisoned Morgana, he would have trusted Mordred or even Gwaine and the others more.

But he let himself be led by Destiny and Kilgharrah and Gaius and whoever else advised him rather than take some time to think things through first. Like Arthur does.

The thing about Merlin and Arthur here is that Arthur really is bolder than Merlin, but in a different way. He is bold in a way Merlin lacks, which is with practical and tactical matters. He questions Merlin's judgement, questions his father's judgement, Gaius's judgement. Agravaine was a main villain for season 4 because of his perfect ways of manipulation and deceit in a way that it got past Arthur's critical thinking and assertiveness. Arthur doesn't take things at face value and is willing to consider different ways things can go and the show mostly shows that when it comes to questioning Merlin's judgement (like about Agravaine and the siege tunnels and about Gwen at first etc). But in the first few seasons, he questioned his father's judgement a lot too but the fandom mainly focuses on Merlin's opinions vs Arthur's even though he and Uther had met head-on-head multiple times.

Arthur doesn't take things at face value which is why it's possible for so many magic reveal fics to look and be accurate.

But Merlin does. Merlin takes a lot of things at face value. He took Kilgharrah's sayings at face value, he took Gaius's (good-hearted but misguided) warnings at face value. He took what the druids said, what Edwin Muirden said, what Julius Borden said, what that druid seer in the Diamere episode said, and so many others at face value. Just accepted it without thinking much about it and went forward.

Don't get me wrong, Merlin has a very strong moral compass and moral thinking. But he lacks critical thinking. Something which Arthur doesn't lack. They complete each other in this way.

But if we're not looking at all that then I'd say the worst thing I believe Merlin ever did was poison Morgana because- WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MERLIN, DID YOU NOT THINK OF ANY OTHER FUCKING SOLUTION???? HOW ABOUT GETTING MORGANA OUT OF THE CASTLE? HUH? WHAT THEN? WHAT ABOUT TELLING HER THAT HEY, I'M GONNA POISON YOU BUT DW I HAVE THE ANTIDOTE SO THAT I CAN REVIVE YOU AGAIN WHEN MORGAUSE COMES AND LIFTS THE SPELL BC I KNOW THAT YOU DONT WANT THIS EVEN THOUGH YOU THINK UTHER SUCKS. I MEAN, THE USED THAT PLAN SEVERAL HUNDRED TIMES ALREADY, WHY COULDN'T THEY USE IT THIS ONCE???????

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internet-sadass · 4 months

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An Eye For An Eye (Peter Strahm x female reader)

Blurb: you gave Strahm some hickies he can't hide so he's giving you a limp no one will miss.

Warnings: anal sex, anal fingering, spanking, dom/sub undertones, punishment, mild humiliation/degradation

"Have a fun time last night?" Perez asked, shooting Strahm a grin.

Strahm had blissfully forgotten about the little 'reminder' you'd left him on his neck. You hadn’t even had the decency to leave it just an inch lower so it was below his shirt collar. Not only that, but it wasn’t just one hickey, it was a cluster of them that almost merged together to form a mega-hickey. It looked like a cricket ball had collided with the side of his neck and left a nasty purple bruise behind.

"Don't...just don't." Strahm was in no mood to explain or to be teased today. He'd faced enough annoyance already this morning, desperately trying to figure out a way to cover the damn thing up. Apart from wearing a scarf all day, he'd accepted his fate and the stares he was going to get for the next week or two until the hickies healed.

"I'm just glad you're able to relax a bit and let off some steam in your down time." She said, smiling. "Seems like whoever you were with last night also let out some serious frustration."

Letting out a long sigh, Strahm willed himself to hold it all together right now and ignore the looks some of the other agents milling around were giving him. At least Hoffman wasn't here. He knew that bastard would practically jump for joy at the chance to harass him about a singular hickey, let alone nearly five of them.

"Agent Strahm, have you-"

Oh fuck, speak of the devil , Strahm thought, wishing the ground would open and swallow him up.

Hoffman had a smirk playing on his full lips. His blue eyes met Strahm’s then dropped to the mottled bruising adorning the right side of his neck. Strahm glared at the shorter man, hoping the intensity of his gaze would be enough to deter Hoffman from opening his mouth.

"Are those lovebites?" Hoffman didn't even try to keep his voice down, practically announcing his question to the whole building. He took a step closer, squinting at Strahm's neck in an exaggerated fashion. Strahm wanted to sock him right in his stupid smug face.

"They’re not damn ‘lovebites’, Detective Hoffman." Strahm said through gritted teeth. Composing himself, he tried to think of a realistic excuse for what had caused the mottled bruising on his neck. He drew a total blank and instead figured he should tell Hoffman in a professional manner to shut the fuck up about the hickies.

"It's interesting that the condition of my neck is such a concern to you when we have far bigger things to worry about like a killer still being active and on the loose." Strahm hoped this response was enough to get Hoffman to stop focusing on the condition of his neck and actually start being a pain about something less humiliating.

Hoffman's smirk remained plastered on his face, making him look incredibly punchable (in Strahm's eyes, at least).

"I was expressing my concern for you, Agent Strahm. It looks like something tried to maul your neck." Hoffman spoke loud enough that those milling around them heard his comment and tried to subtly look over at the confrontation going on between the two men.

“Plus,” He continued, “I could say the same thing for you. Going out and fooling around with whoever it is you're running with doesn't scream 'I'm dedicating everything I have in me to solving this case'. Seems likes your priorities are in the wrong place."

Dumbfounded at the nerve of Hoffman to say something like that in their fucking workplace, Strahm just stood for a few moments, staring at the shorter man with a look of utter contempt.

Gathering up what was left of his shredded dignity, Strahm cleared his throat and decided to close this conversation before Hoffman could start speculating anything else about his sex life.

"Well, standing around debating what I should or shouldn't be doing in my free time isn't helping us make any progress so I suggest that we start discussing something actually relevant."

Hoffman gave the hickies one last look, raising an eyebrow at Strahm then glancing at Perez, before walking off, satisfied that he’d caused Strahm enough angst for that morning.

***

Throughout the day, the topic of the markings on Strahm's neck came up, whether explicitly through comments or implicitly through the confused or concerned looks people were giving him.

In the late afternoon, Strahm got a moment to himself, and dashed off to the bathroom to 'admire' the damage you'd done to his neck. He groaned looking at it. It was a vivid purple mass, so dark in places that not even concealer could have bought him a little more dignity and lessened the shock value.

Sighing, he splashed water on his face, readying himself to return and preserve with his job. But later, oh later he was going to teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget.

***

"Hey, how was wo-"

"Get in here!"

You'd barely had the chance to greet Strahm before he'd pulled you into his apartment and slammed you up against the closed front door. He held you there, a fist tangled in your hair, pinning you to the door. A muscle in his jaw twitched as you stared up at him, wide-eyed like a caught rabbit. A tremble of fear and arousal travelled through your body.

"Peter-"

"Do you have any idea the shit I've had to put up with today because of this?" He hissed, pointing to the hickies you'd oh-so kindly given him last night. "Not just from that bastard Hoffman, but from every fucking person I walked past today. All of them, giving me this look like I'm some sort of disgraced pervert."

The fist in your hair was yanked, making your body bang against the door. Strahm's short temper and hot-headed nature was something you were used to, but this was a whole new level of it you'd never seen. Regardless, the way he was already manhandling you and putting you in your place was making arousal blossom in your belly. You gripped your thighs together, letting the friction of your jeans give you a bit of relief.

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away last night." It was the honest truth. You'd been too absorbed in grinding on his thigh to consider that the placement of the various hickies you were sucking onto his neck was too high up for him to be able to hide them.

"Just got carried away." Strahm parroted your words in a low, dangerous whisper. He looked away for a moment, blinking like he always did when he was frustrated.

His gaze came back to rest on you.

"If I have to walk around with a collection of fucking hickies the size of a small country on my neck, you have to limp the rest of the week." He spoke slowly, spelling out your punishment with deliberate and weighted words.

It took you a few moments to connect the dots and figure out what Strahm had planned for you.

Oh , you thought, heart sinking and stomach twisting in on itself, he was going to absolutely break you.

***

Although Strahm had initially made you count every stinging slap that bounced off the walls of his apartment, after a certain point he’d given up on forcing you to speak. Hearing you gasp, whine, and beg him to ‘be gentle’ was far more enjoyable than listening to you struggle to count the number of times he’d hit your mottled ass. The collage of angry red slap marks was slowly turning into a mass of bruises, meaning you yelped even louder than before when he laid another spank across your ultra-sensitive flesh. You weren’t sure how long you’d been there, bent over the back of the leather couch, hands tied behind your back, forced to endure slaps from both his hand and his belt. It could have been hours, or it could have been a measly twenty minutes. However, right now, you didn't have it in you to figure out which of those two options it was. Your brain had turned to mush, and you were only capable of letting out pathetic sounds and wincing.

“You learnt your lesson yet, hm? I don't think you’re going to be able to sit properly for at least a few days.” Strahm whispered to you, purposefully bending over you so the fabric of his slacks would grind against your raw skin. He was so hard that you could feel his cock pulsing in time with his quickened heartbeat. A feeble groan left your lips.

A hand gripped your hair and wrenched your lolling head up, turning it to the side so you were forced to look up at him.

“Answer.”

“Y-yeah, I have.” You said breathlessly. “Don’t even think I’m gonna be able to walk.”

Strahm chuckled, releasing your head, running a hand down your naked back. Your skin had broken out into goosebumps thanks to the coldness of his apartment.

“Don’t be so dramatic. It's just a little bit of bruising.” He said, drawing back from you to look at the ‘little bit of bruising’ covering the entirety of your backside and spilling onto your upper thighs.

You heard him walk away into another room, and you weakly tried to look at where he’d gone to. The pain warming your lower body seemed to radiate upwards, making every muscle ache like you’d simultaneously strained all of them. Turning your head to try to get a view behind you made you flinch.

Strahm returned, carrying a small bottle you knew all too well. He caught your gaze and saw your expression turn.

“Oh, you thought we were finished here?” He asked, his tone mocking and bitter.

He looked dangerous right now, with his cuffs rolled up over his forearms and a smirk on his face. The bottle lid was flipped open, and he squeezed some clear fluid onto his fingers. He was merciful enough to grip your calf rather than your thigh to shift your legs open.

A shiver ran through you as you felt the cold slimness of lube against your hole.

“Sorry darling, I know it's cold.”

That was the first bit of softness Strahm had shown you this evening, and the pet name made you squirm. However, the softness was short lived, as he circled your rim with his fingertips, making sure it was completely coated before he started to work his fingers past the tight ring of muscle. A glob of lube trickled down over your neglected cunt, sending another shiver through your body. You bit your already torn up lip as his two fingers filled you, sinking into the tight muscle of your ass until they were fully hilted in you. He didn’t give you much time to adjust before starting to scissor his fingers, working you open, reminding you that he was doing the bare minimum here to prep you.

The fingers slipped out of you, leaving your hole at least a little more pliable and loose than before. You listened as Strahm’s slacks hit the floor, and he stepped out of them. At this point, you’d totally resigned yourself to taking his punishment without complaint. The firm head of his cock, cold from the lube, pressed against your rim as a hand gripped your hip to keep you still. More pressure was applied until Strahm felt his crown breach the firm ring of your hole and delve into the velvety flesh of your insides. He watched himself sink into you, his dick standing out against the purple and red of your abused flesh, groaning as he felt himself fill you.

“P-please, it’s too much-” You stammered, pathetically trying to struggle away from him. The stretch of his thick, veined cock in your ass had jolted you out of your apathy.

The grip on your hip tightened.

“Yeah? Too much, huh?”

Strahm’s tone was practically poisonous. Like a prey animal, you froze.

He rammed the last two inches of himself into you, his hips colliding with your bruised backside, making you cry out like a struck dog. He held himself there, adjusting to the vice grip your ass had around him, so tight it was almost painful, purposefully grinding his skin against your own to elicit some more whimpers from you. Leaning over you, the silk of his tie brushed against your back, making your skin twitch.

“If it's too much, how come you are taking me” Strahm interrupted himself as he began to thrust into you, punctuating each word in the rest of his remark with a sharp snap of his hips. “So. Fucking. Well.”

He didn’t expect an answer, and you didn't give one, your mouth hanging agape as fresh tears welled in your eyes. It hurt like hell to have him stuffing his impressive length into a hole which had only ever taken the smallest size of plug you could find. Despite how badly the stretch of your walls stung, there was slick leaking between your thighs. He was stretching you out so well and rutting into with such force that it felt like he was literally re-arranging your guts. Each thrust elicited pain and pleasure in equal measure, as the slap of his hips against your ass made all the bruises and welts sting.

Strahm happily used you, taking all the frustration that had built up that day and letting it fuel the vigorous movements of his hips. It felt downright cruel to do this to you; however, he was hell-bent on ‘teaching you a lesson’ and making sure you had a limp that you, nor anyone around you, couldn't ignore. Besides, he could feel how wet you were every time his balls hit against your lips, so it wasn’t like you weren’t enjoying the ‘lesson’ he was doling out.

It took a great deal of skill for Strahm to pull out before he exploded inside you. Although it would have been easier for him to just cum inside you, he had something else in mind for how he wanted this to end. Jerking his engorged and lubed-up dick over you, he let ropes of cum adorn your marked-up ass and puffy rim. The salt of his seed made the welts left from his belt sting, but you were too exhausted to even react to the discomfort.

Standing back from you, light-headed from his orgasm, Strahm admired the sight of you, slumped over the back of the couch, your legs limp and trembling. Judging by the colour of your cheeks and the way your hole stayed slightly open, he could confidently say that you’d be limping for as long as he had to deal with the mess on his neck.

An eye for an eye , Strahm thought as he offered you his arm to lean on as he led you to the bathroom to get you cleaned and patched up.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 1 year

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I know you always struggle to write about Suga Bpp but I'd really appreciate a review from you for D-day.

Sincerely, a follower who loves the space you make here.

Thank you for focusing on the music in the middle of the madness. I struggle with this a lot, but your posts always help.

Pls review D-day in any way you like or in that way you always do.

***

I'm losing my mind.

This album has put me in a high that hasn't come down since release. Overall, I rate the album a 9/10. I won't really get into the lyrics (Yoongi never minces words), but will tell you why exactly I think Yoongi is insane.

(Tsk... a problem)

We should all thank Yoongi. If I had his address I'd send him flowers and my nudes (me sitting pretty in a bucket of tangerines), for the blessing, the honour, the gift of J-hope Jay spitting the coldest bars of his entire career on HUH?!

His delivery??

Jesus.

Jung Hoseok, the man you fucking are.

There's no Korean rapper in the history of rap who has spit sicker bars, delivered so cold it feels like he just ripped eyeballs clean out their sockets.

(Son couilles est lourde)

HUH?! is the best song on the album

See, up until now, BTS had never done drill. And a part of me was always grateful because even on harmless boom bap beats, they been cutting niggas left and right. But Yoongi went there. On D-DAY, he went there. And Lord is it a revelation. Nobody should be surprised that D-DAY is now the highest selling rap album, in history. Yoongi is the first rapper to sell a million albums in a day in history. Not k-rap, not in Asia, but globally in the history of the genre - that was done by Min Yoongi with Jung Hoseok whipping up guts served cold on a platter.

If you're vegetarian or vegan I'm so sorry but this album is not for you. Because this album, HUH?! in particular, is an exhibit of cadavers split open and Hobi's delivery is of a man who didn't even bother washing his hands after doing what needed to be done. A man who doesn't feel a speck of remorse for the corpses left in his wake. Hobi's flow on HUH?! is psychotic. And think about what it means to have Hobi on a song like this to begin with. Yoongi said he hadn't done the genre before, and he trusted Hobi - who initially learned from Namgi but very quickly developed his own flavour and skills enough to earn the respect of his idol - Yoongi trusted his brother on that track and that alone nearly brings me to tears.

Then Yoongi follows it with Amygdala and I start actually crying.

(This was me on my third listen.)

Amygdala is the standout song on this album

The transition from drill rap to soothing acoustic trap is so beautiful, it alters your mind. It's so seamless. Everything about Amygdala cements Yoongi's genius as a force to be reckoned with among the greats.

(I love them)

When Yoongi showed Jimin this song in SOOP around the time he made it, he said he went through wild mood swings making it. And you hear it in his voice. When he screams so wildly he uses autotune to distort it, almost temper it, for our sakes and to drive home the point. The point being his pain, how overwhelming it was, how he decided to intentionally pull those memories out to process them. And he lets us hear the result. He lets us see the compassion he shows himself in that song.

Y'all...

Snooze

Yoongi's writing is the reason I fell in love with him. Just by the way. An Anon asked me this question almost 11 months ago now and I never responded, but Anon if you're reading this now, this is the answer to your ask. Yoongi's writing is what I think cemented him as my bias.

Have you heard/read the lyrics for Snooze yet? I cried when I first heard them. To think Yoongi made this for his brothers, for his juniors, for his fans, for anyone whoever hears it, for himself... that brought me to tears.

Repurposing the lyrics from So Far Away...

(I've been a mess since Friday)

With the context of the tragedy of the last week, I can't help but weep. I really hope these artists get the support they need, I hope the wider k-pop fandom quickly recognizes what is actually at stake here, and I hope you remember to always take care of yourself.

Woosung's voice on this track is perfection.

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When it comes to vocalists, Yoongi has a type. It's my type as well, vocalists with a voice made for haunting rock anthems. The best examples being Jimin, Taka from ONE OK ROCK, Tyler from Twenty One Pilots, Adora, and now we can add Woosung from The Rose to the list.

The thing that gets me with BTS, is they could drop the pantie dropper album of the century and they'd still have substance to them. You don't get Ryuichi Sakamoto on your album, in his final years no less, if you haven't got a decent bit of substance to you.

Snooze is yet another song on the album that reminds us of the evolution of Agust D. It reminds us of why we're at this point, where we are in the timeline of his growth. It reminds us of why we should join him on the other side.

He doesn't let us languish too long in the feeling though, before moving to SDL - that groovy, sexy number that surprises me with how much I like it every time it comes up in my playlist.

[ I'm starting to ramble so I'll just say Adora on SDL makes me think they should get together.

The track is so good and Adora undeniably is the magic ingredient. And if we're being honest, Adora is his best female feature/adliber. We all know it. I'm just selfish and shameless enough to voice the desire we all have that they should always make music together. ]

Haegeum is where he repeats the pattern but we never learn if he's broken the cycle

I'll try to be ultra brief here.

Agust D is born of the anger, hatred, and pain Yoongi feels when looking at the world and at himself. He expresses his struggle with self-loathing, insecurity and greed in Agust D. Haegeum, meaning both to lift a ban, to say what had been suppressed, and a traditional Korean instrument he loves - Haegeum is the resolution before he reaches the acceptance he shows in People Pt 2. We hear Yoongi brutally criticize himself and his society while dissecting the system to get down to the root of what really ails us. K-pop stans have predictably made a ruckus about his lyrics referring to capital. And their criticisms yet again show why few people take k-pop and its fans seriously. Because exactly none, zero, zilch, not a single one of their criticisms are rational once the whole verse is viewed in full.

Haegeum is very much a read of himself as it is of anyone else. He confronts the shadow of him that represents those vices, and kills him. But just as it was in Daechwita, we don't know if that shadow will remain dead. Although in Haegeum it's clear Yoongi has grown and whatever shadow that remains is closer to Suga in likeness than Agust D, we don't know if the cycle is permanently broken. And that is how it is for all of us. We have to continue to evolve, to confront more complex versions of our shadows, each time better reconciling who we are to who we want to be, perfecting our characters.

Haegeum is a visual feast, somehow more vivid than Daechwita which is really saying something. It reminds me of Hong Kong neo noir films. It's cool Yoongi wrote the storyboard for the MV himself.

And as I've said before, Yoongi is messy killer. When I said this about him last year I got some of his akgaes in my inbox saying I should stop smearing the man. Lol. If you had any doubt before, after Haegeum it should be crystal clear.

He could murder you with chopsticks and look good doing it. Honestly, only Yoongi can tear down capitalism as well as Karl Marx does, looking 1,000x better.

In D-Day, SUGA gracefully ends the trilogy of Agust D. Yoongi has told this story of his wrestle with his greed, his anger and hatred, over the last 7 years, and his honesty and graciousness in how he concludes it in D-Day deserves a standing ovation.

I strongly encourage everyone to read Yoongi's Thanks To on the album. I'll post an English translation from Twitter below:

Credit: @/btsbaragi_jk

His sense of humour is one of my favourite things about him.

Yoongi has created a masterpiece. He worked so hard and it shows. His vocals on the album alone have elevated D-DAY to one of the best releases this decade. You can hear how much he has grown as an artist to the point I dare say he no longer has any obvious weaknesses. The impeccable production on D-DAY is a given. And to think he finished most of the album in 2020, but chose to wait for the rest of the guys to find their feet, for them all to decide on the timing for Chapter 2, to think he waited that long... sometimes, I wonder if people have a true understanding of the kind of group BTS is. Of the personal sacrifices each of the members in BTS have had to make.

When I see asks about this or that mistreatment complaint for this or that member, sometimes it pisses me off. Cause yeah, it sucks that Jungkook has to (possibly) serve now despite having 5 years more and being at his prime; I too hate that Jimin's sales were explicitly targeted, deleted without precedent, explanation, or accountability; I cannot for the life of me explain what the fuck happened with Jack in the Box's album roll-out, packaging, shipping, etc. But like, every member is making these decisions with their eyes wide open and taking these hits in stride with a team/company they say they trust. If Jimin trusts Bang PD with his career, on what basis could I begin to disagree with him?

Anyway I digress. D-Day is a gift. Pray you survive the live versions lol. And oh, about Yoongi (and the rest of BTS) being insane as I said initially, just listen to HUH?! again.

#suga #agust d #min yoongi #yoongi #bts #d day #haegeum #rap #kpop #hobi #jung hoseok #sope #jhope

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my-monologues-to-my-brain · 1 year

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You ever think of how Laurent acted like he was amused by painfully killing his horse cause he was ashamed and angry at the fact that he did it to protect Damen, all while in the midst of the shock of his uncle straight up attempting to murder him for the first time? Of how it was easier to play it nonchalant and make Damen be disgusted with him than to face the fact that he had chosen to protect him? Easier than to face the fact that his uncle was going for the kill starting now? Cause i do. Boy, i do.

Fuck me but i keep thinking of this. When reading Captive Prince and getting to that part i was genuinely as sick to my stomach as Damen was, and i truly couldn't see how any development of Laurent's character or of his dinamic with Damen was ever gonna get rid of that bitter taste in my mouth of He brutally killed his horse. He brutally killed his horse and even if he didn't enjoy it, he didn't even mind it. Cause even if the horse is "his toy", even if being rich enough to get replacements of anything with no trouble has you unworried about it, it's still a big leap from that to mutilating an animal with no empathy for their pain. Knowing that we weren't meant to think this of Laurent forever, knowing that Damen wouldn't, i figured the story would have Laurent gain some humanity, get him to a point where he would no longer do something like that, and i was dreading it. As Damen in this scene, i thought it too cruel to ignore, even as i knew the plot would walk away from it.

Boy oh boy was i wrong. And not even wrong in a way i could've guessed.

Props to C.S.Pacat, writing a character with actions so hateable and with attitudes to said actions that really make him dig his heels in, and then humanizing him not through change but by revealing that we had not in fact seen what was truly going on. Damen doesn't fully react the way he does to the killing of the horse until Laurent's words, what he did to the animal being terrible but not outstanding until Laurent's attitude tells him and us that Laurent couldn't care less. But the point is, we assume wrong. We don't come to root for Laurent cause he has changed, we just realise that what we saw as cruelty was something more, that everything when it comes to Laurent is not what it seems. It's scattered through out the three books, small and big discoveries of a truth we weren't aware of.

We don't learn until later, in Prince's Gambit, that the incident with the horse was the first time that the Regent attempted to murder Laurent. It's not until Damen and Laurent have to come to a point in which they are answering truthfully to the questions asked by the other, even if they're still both lying by omission when they need to- like Damen answering with the truth about Jokaste but skiping his own identity, or Laurent admitting to being caught off guard when his uncle poisoned his horse but skipping over their twisted dinamic leading to it that had him unsuspecting of an actual attempt on his life. And of course Damen has questions, the poison that had the horse fractious and covered in sweat not being what had killed it in the end.

A lot of things reframe the way the reader looks at Laurent through out the trilogy, the biggest one yet to come at this point, not to be revealed until Kings Rising that Laurent was perfectly aware of Damen being Damianos of Akielos since the very beggining, but this thing with the horse did something to me. Call it what you want, selective caring or whatever else, but i'm the type of person to find in movies animal deaths often more terrible than people's (god bless whoever started doesthedogdie.com, my anxiety goes through the roof when i'm worried about the dog to the point where i stop focusing on the actual movie)- maybe it's the fact that you can't really slap human morality onto animals in order to categorize them as Deserves To Die or Doesnt Deserve To Die the way we kinda do with people, but i think it's about how a person can understand the way an animal won't, the way there's no final telling them they are loved, or a way to make them not die afraid or feeling betrayed by loved ones or feeling like it's their fault. Call it what you want, but violence and killing animals hits as something specially devoid of empathy, even when the same action as applied against a person is already severely lacking in empathy (and we sure get a good taste of that with the themes of slavery in the trilogy). And so, Laurent. I didn't skip through the violence towards Damen, only half explained when we think that at the very least it's directed at him this way because he is a reminder of Auguste dying by akielon hands and at worst simple sociopathic cruelty, either way violence that can't be retaliated against since it's the violence of a master against their slave. But it still get's accentuated by having Laurent casually and painfully killing his horse. It is, in a way, the most on the nose representation of the violence of royalty: Laurent kills a being so loyal to him that they wont even break away while in pain, so beyond understanding that there isn't a choice to be made, all conception of the world defined by their relation to Laurent and their inherent obedience to him, and then he doesn't even have the humanity to care about what he has done. It was what i thought was a nail in the coffin of my sympathy for Laurent, a display that i wasn't all too sure i'd be able to walk away from.

It fits, where it's revealed in the story. By then, we have already begun to realise that we lacked vital context when it comes to Laurent, to his real character, and to his actual treatment of people. The horse incident starts to look somewhat out of place and then it's confirmed to us that it is. And, kill me why don't you, Laurents attitude after the hunt makes that much more sense.

Laurent comes back after having killed his horse in a bloody mess, and having done so not only while struggling with this charming new development in his uncle but while knowing he was covering up the murder attempt to protect either Damen or any akielon slave whose framed involvement was likely to drag Damen with them. And he is fucking pissed about it. I don't know how he wouldn't be, knowing what i know now. By the time of the hunt, of the deal with Torveld with the akielon slaves, Laurent is no longer trying to get Damen straight up killed like he was in the beginning, he is starting to see something with honor and rooted in good where he was sure to only find bloodlust and brutality and the reason his brother is dead. But protecting Damen, choosing to protect Damianos of Akielos Princekiller, is quite a leap foward. I'd argue its the first time where maintaining Damen there requieres not just tolerating him without trying to maim him, but action. It's the point where Laurent has to admit to himself what he had avoided admitting until then: Damen is no longer this killer of legend, this myth that he has built in his mind ever since Auguste's death and that he has prepared himself to kill in rightful retaliation. Laurent chooses a course of action and in that has to admit that he is willing to protect Damen, the man who killed his brother, cause that is what's right, cause he has found in Damen someone not just guilty, not just a murderer, but also someone deserving of more than what he is about to get in the crossfire of this conflict between Laurent and the Regent. So he does what he does, he kills his horse and makes sure to maintain a casually arrogant demeanor when facing his uncle, the interaction of two men who know that the other is aware of what has been done but won't say it out loud... to then face the scapegoat he's pointed all his ire towards all these years, knowing he has now upended his ways for him. Yes Laurent is fucking pissed. He won't backtrack any of it, it's not his way, but he can distance himself from what he's done by acting like this role he parades with in court when he needs his defenses up, play it up and watch Damen's disgust while he distances himself too. He won't backtrack, but he will play up the image he knows he has, to Damen and to others, he will revel in the illusion of this rather sadistic glee, and going over it again it strickes me so much as a self destructive response that it tears at my heart.

So much of Laurent strickes me as self destructive upon second read, and has me honestly in awe of Pacat's storytelling. With context it's clearer and clearer how Laurent's way of interacting with people and his way of making decisions and planning ahead is a result of abuse, but also and more specifically the result of this self destructive instinct caused by the abuse. It goes from blaming himself for that first attempt on his life while recounting it to Damen, saying he provoked his uncle into it, to keeping everything and everyone at arms lenght for what is more than just safety reasons. He might want what things could be like, but why ever allow himself a normality he doesnt he doesn't deserve? A normality that doesn't fit someone who will never clear the stain of what's past?

Laurent came back from the hunt knowing the terms of this hidden war with his uncle had changed, seeing it as something brought upon him by himself, his fault, his failing, and having admitted to himself his failing with the Princekiller, his failing to do justice to Auguste by extending more mercy to this murderer than had been afforded to his brother, an unforgivable fault cause what kind of brother chooses the killer over his murdered kin, to hell with what is fair or right. But Laurent doesn't backtrack any of it, it's not his way. His way is foward, unyielding and proud, back to the hunting party. Into a death trap at border duty. Into a death sentence at the Kingsmeet.

And i guess the difference for Laurence ended up being the same as it for the rest of us cause, don't we all survive our self destruction by being followed when proudly marching foward? He wasn't alone in the end. No one is.

#captive prince #princes gambit #kings rising #cs pacat #laurent of vere #damianos of akielos #captive prince trilogy #c s pacat

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I’ve come bearing more gifts! (Cause god am I fucking degenerate for the human kink tag)

Masked Human Leader! W/ Performer background, not just any kind of performer, a sexual dancer kind of performer~

Let me set the scene:

(Pre-Reveal) It’s a covert mission where they are all stuck in some underground club/bar for non-humans and they need some kind of distraction. Leader hesitantly tells them to give them an hour and they’d have the ideal distraction. About an hour later a human in scantily cladded clothing is on the stage now starting to dance.

They notice that instead of focusing on the objective the party’s eyes are all on the dancer who just so happens to be the leader. They just look so mesmerized with how their eyes just seem to follow the sway of their hips so perfectly with the music of the band behind them as they show off just how flexible and bendable they are.

It’s been forever since the leader had danced like this, they had forgotten how somewhat empowering it felt to see others especially nonhumans that typically looked down on them get so aroused by a few simply movements. It was almost funny seeing their party members not being able to think straight because of them. Maybe they could try teasing them? Making sure to keep eye contact with their party as they danced until one of them finally snaps out of it and gets the rest of them going.

Afterwards when the leader comes back to their group and asked what they thought about the distraction, they are immediately bombarded with questions about who that human was with the only answer being, “Just an old friend I ran into that I definitely owe big time next time I see them” before walking off.

Like hell that was going to satisfy them. That human was going to be the party’s masturbation material for gods know how long. Most of them are going to have wet dreams about that human for nights on end and pester the leader endlessly about the human for weeks, asking for at least an introduction only to be met with ‘no’.

Imagine their surprise that upon secretly seeing their leader disrobe that it’s that same damn dancer from before.

Imagine the revenge fucking they’re gonna pound into their leader for knowingly messing with them like that. Taunting and teasing them with that perfectly fuckable body, they’re going to have to pay them back tenfold.

-🦑anon

Amazing as always anon <333

I like to think the place they went to doesn't have any humans? Like bear with me, imagine a dance club for the most dangerous and shady criminals ever, it's full of drows, demons, duegers, orcs, and even some mindflayers. Just a place where all the races that are deemed "evil" and run the underground black market spend time.

And because of that, no human comes here, even the ones in the same line of work. They know better than to walk into a hungry den of wolves who haven't seen a human up close in so long.

So when the leader goes to the club stage manager, they barely have to do any convincing to get on the stage. Once they announced they were a human the dragonborn stage leader immediately canceled whoever was up next and sent the human to the changing room with a makeup team.

A human? In an underground club? This is actually unheard of. No way in hell they are wasting this opportunity especially when they have an important group of devils at the front seats tonight.

Literally the attention of everyone in the club gets stolen by the human who walks on stage with such tantalising clothes, the prettiest of makeup, and the most delicious looking body.

All eyes are on you, following the sway of your hips, from your toes to the top of your head everything is throughly watched and observed. You can see their hungry looks whenever your lewd clothes almost slip and expose more skin, whenever you bend a bit and your ass is more on display.

Fuck your party companions are especially stunned, they barely remember that their mission here was to observe the group of devils and sneak into the private vip room to gather evidence of their involvement with a new blackmarket trade.

The same eyes you've saw look at you before with nothing but utter respect and devotion, faces that would never even think of disobeying you. Now openly lust after your flesh, looking at you as if you were nothing but a delicious slap of meat, as if you being a human gave them every right in the world to ogle you openly.

And the contrast is even more apparent when you walk off stage and come back to join them in your cloaked form, they're embarrassed by their leader seeing them lusting after a person so openly so they avoid your gaze.

Clear their throat and try to act with some dignity, asking you who that human was, do you know them? How did you get them to agree to do this and....maybe can you bring them along one day?

You wave them off, tell them they're none and it's nothing. But even later that day they keep bringing it up, saying you've definitely slept with that human before if you managed to get them to convince them to do that so easily, pestering you about how the human felt, how did their moans sound?

As their leader, it only takes a stern "stop" for them to immediately drop the subject and respect your authority, still you hear them talking about it amongst themselves.

#♡🦑#♡human reader #♡human kink #♡smut #♡dancer reader

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Happy STS! But oh no! One of your characters has been stabbed! What chaos does this bring about? Who's been stabbed, who did the stabbing, who yanks the sword out without thinking, etc.? ♥️

Oh this is a fun one!

Birch(Your Human): Gets stabbed. It is a teenager with no experience in self-defense, if someone is trying to stab it with any degree of skill, they are almost certainly going to succeed. Plus it has bad experience with needles, so it might end up freezing up.

Rhy'cd(You): Panics. Panic panics panics. Someone tells them not to pull the sword out and they go, "Well then how long do we leave it in?Forever?! Besides, maybe you can pull them out for humans." She is informed that you in fact cannot, and starts panicking even harder. Eventually has to be dragged out of the room because her pacing around asking questions constantly is doing more harm then good.

Your pilot: Holds its hand. They're awkward and uncomfortable at first, people lash out when they are hurt and they know how dangerous humans can be, but all it is doing is screaming. So they whisper softly to it, and hold its hand as tight as they can, and hope everything will be alright.

Your engineer: This is not her job. She doesn't know how to do this. She focuses her energy on fighting off whoever stabbed them, on getting them off her ship. Later, she thinks something might be wrong with her, that the instinct to try and go help didn't even occur to her. She is wrong, but she will think it anyway.

Your scientist: It knows how this works. Its species might not have blood, but lots of others do, and its been doing research. Makes itself burn bright bright bright and cauterizes the wound after Rhy'cd pulls it out in a panic. It feels good about itself for being able to do something useful.

Bonus!(characters that have not yet been introduced)--

Alex: Alex is that kid who's really sure he knows a lot about first aid. He's just so sure that he knows what he would do if he got stabbed, but in reality he watched like two Red Cross videos and took a CPR course and that is the extent of his knowledge. He really thinks he's being helpful. He is not.

Ciralarus: I think Ciralarus probably has some actual medical experience. At the very least she's helped with kids before, so she knows how to tie up wounds and what to do in an emergency situation. She'd probably be the most helpful out of anyone.

#you and your human #thank you for asking me!#humans are space orcs #my gallery of ocs #writeblr #none of these people are doctors so they'd probably have to take your human to one #which would be a problem because everyone is terrified of humans #so it would probably end up being some really sketchy place #luckily they don't get into many stabby situations in the actual story. more spaceship fights

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For a reading, how does Pedro feel about being single for so long? What are the things he likes and doesn't like about it?

Hello! That’s an interesting question. I did a few pulls to answer it and broke it down in separate questions. First, I asked how he might possibly feel being single for so long. The first pull was the King of Teacups reversed, Page of Teacups and 6 of Teacups.

You see, the King of Teacups reversed has his cup empty, with nothing to give. He might be selfish, cold, ruled by ego and using his emotional intelligence for his own desires only. The Page of Teacups followed by 6 of Teacups points to him actually feeling like a boy, like he is not even mature enough to NOT be single. He feels like a young spirit, kind of naive, navigating through life with the eyes of a child, sometimes nostalgic, intuitive and creative, always fresh and renewed. It reminds me of his teenage years and that feeling of discovering life for the first time. We can also think of those children who are not open to others, who are still enjoying their childhood and not really caring about making meaningful connections that could lead to romance further down the road, they’re still “selfish”, living in their own world and thinking of having fun and discovering new and exciting things in life.

The next pull was the Ace of Teacups reversed, King of Hedgehogs and Knight of Hedgehogs. That is another interesting aspect of the situation. Again, Ace of Teacups reversed shows him with an empty cup, no love to give, disconnected from romantic emotions, ignoring them if he has to. The King of Hedgehogs is worried about building his stability in life and this is very much linked to the material, work, career, money. He wants to be in a situation where he can feel stable, confident, reliable, wealthy and prosperous. And the Knight of Hedgehogs points to him working for that. That man is working everyday to get what he wants in life and he is focused on that.

Then I asked what he might like about being single. The cards were the 7 of Spears, 7 of Teacups and 8 of Spears. 7 of Spears is curious because it represents a few different possibilities. One of them is Pedro doesn’t have to face dishonesty, lies and deception or be dishonest himself. Another possibility is he might feel like he’s able to sneak away from any situation he doesn’t want to stay on. He can go solo and casually leave by the side door. We know he doesn’t like to commit anyway. 7 of Teacups means he likes to be able to have all the possibilities available to him. This card is about being able to choose whatever, if he wants to go for someone he can, if he doesn’t want to he also can choose to not do anything, and he can also thirst freely on whoever he wants. He has ALL the opportunities and possibilities open to him. 8 of Spears is basically the opposite of the 7 of Teacups, it’s about feeling trapped, smothered, suffocated, tied up, and honestly it might be that he doesn’t want that, the feeling of having no choices. I would say this man is SO afraid of cutting down his options in life and being trapped to whatever.

I asked next what he doesn’t like about being single, and the cards were the 10 of Flowers, 8 of Teacups and 8 of Flowers reversed. 10 of Flowers means it might be a little overwhelming to be always single, like he has to carry way too much weight on his own and he has to decide everything and he has to take all the responsibilities, which may be tiring at times. 8 of Teacups means he could possibly feel kind of frustrated for never staying, always leaving everything (or everyone) behind, like there is nothing that makes him want to stay and that is overwhelming too. 8 of Flowers reversed means this hectic pace of his life can be kind of confusing and anxiety inducing. Some things go too fast but others go too slow, sometimes he needs to slow down but sometimes he needs things to change and rock his world.

So we can see that he is really not emotionally ready to not be single, he’s building his material life, he likes the way he is free while being single and he could dislike having to decide everything on his own, along with that need for a change that doesn’t really happen.

#relationship #commitment phobe #single #single life #Readings

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What’s the best way to get noticed by the animation industry resume wise? #industryQs

Ah, this is a very good question ‘cause I remember back in college when I had no clue how to go about crafting a resume haha. But before we begin, I must preface that everything I state below is from personal experience from breaking into animation in addition to being on the other side or looking at applications for applications and such. These are not absolutes you have to follow since everyone’s experience will always be different.

And with that, let’s answer the question! What’s the best way to get noticed by the animation industry resume wise?

If I may be honest and candid, portfolios are what are looked at than resumes. There’s nothing wrong with having a resume (in fact yes please do have one for the recruiter sakes so they know your job title, contact info, experience, and so). Make sure that your resume is easy to read and not too long (usually 1-2 pages) while also including all the important information I mentioned in the previous sentence. But even if you had the longest resume ever known to mankind, if your portfolio doesn’t quite match or have the potential to be a good match for a production then the people hiring will look for someone who matches the production’s sensibilities more. And I’m only saying this ‘cause this happened to me haha.

Back in….I wanna say 2021 a friend of mine asked if I would be interested in working on the Proud Family series on Disney+. I said yes ‘cause I love that show and it was super influential to me as a little black girl from Jersey. So, I sent off my work and excitedly waited to hear if I could work on the show. Much to my surprise the show runner took a pass on me because he felt like my work didn’t fit with the show.

In his defense, my work is very anime leaning so I don’t blame him for worrying whether or not I can adapt to a more cartoony style haha. But at that time, my resume stated that I had been in the Nick Artist Program, worked on Star Trek Lower Decks, worked on Rugrats, and worked on Critical Role Legend of Vox Machina. I would like to think my resume would have been a good reason to hire me but my portfolio was more so the deciding factor as to why I was not chosen. From the show runner’s perspective, I did not match the show’s style and sensibilities even with a good resume.

So my point is, the actual physical you work make (the portfolio) matters a bit more when it comes to grabbing the attention of those in hiring power rather than the resume. They will still ask what previous works you have done (whether personal, indie, or professional) as part of the formal process. But what I’ve learned now that I’m on the other side and have done the application evaluating myself, the portfolio really is the thing that helps us decides whether or not you’re a good fit for the job. Even if you have no experience in a big Hollywood studio and have only done personal projects…or just nothing at all! If your portfolio showcases that you have the skill of an industry ready artist then you can be taught to adapt to the production. Again, even if you don’t have the most robust resume. That’s why so many of us in the industry make it a point to tell new, emerging artists to focus on making a good portfolio rather than being hyper focused on the best resume/cover letter. Your art will speak for yourself.

Again, please do make a resume for the recruiter’s sake haha. But if you want to grab the attention of industry professionals, crafting a solid portfolio is what we’re really look for. Social media has been a great tool to do that ‘cause industry pros just like looking at cool art at the end of they day. And if you happen to be looking for work (or are eligible to work), we will take the time to save your work and hand it off to whoever is in charge of hiring or put it in a talent pool for future projects.

In a previous IndustryQ, I went more in depth about my personal take on what makes a good portfolio and you can find that here. But again, this is all from my personal experience and opinion so do what feels best for you! I hope that answered your question!

#animation #animation industry #industryQs #resume #portfolios #anon #ask #send me anon #send me asks

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Higurashi: Curse Killing Chapter 9

The chapter picks up right after the last one. Some of the kids are still cleaning up Satoko's puke.

We've had a few instances in the previous arcs where we could say other people were possessed by demons to enact Oyashiro-sama's curse. Whenever they started acting strange, Keiichi questioned if they really were Rena or Mion.

And in this arc, Keiichi is the one being possessed. The extensive use of dark shading, black empty space, and darkened speech bubbles is an aspect of what the mind and perspective of one possessed by a demon is.

And of course Rena asked if he really is Keiichi Maebara. Whoever is possessed doesn't act like themselves.

We got some info that implies that Satoshi may have actually murdered his aunt and fled to escape arrest. But Mion points out some inconsistencies with that idea. The giant teddy bear Satoshi had supposedly been saving up for Satoko was bought on the same day he vanished. So he wouldn't have the money to leave.

It's almost as if he bought it and then disappeared on the way home.

At the very least, Keiichi now thinks he's fulfilling Satoshi's duty as Satoko's older brother because Satoshi isn't able to fulfill that role rather than because he refuses to.

And during Keiichi and Mion's call, Mion mentioned how she hasn't kept her promise to Satoshi, how she's neglected Satoko, and how she doesn't want that responsibility. It kinda makes the argument she had with Keiichi in chapter 6 seem less a matter of her being unable to take Satoko in and more a refusal to.

The ladder moment in Cotton Drifting implied Mion has some deep hatred for Satoko and with the new context, we can infer it has to do with Satoshi being driven to the brink by having to protect her from his aunt. And now we have this scene revealing that she essentially chose to abandon Satoko because of Satoshi's disappearance.

We're on the third arc and we're finally getting some Keiichi backstory. He was a generally average student but could excel when his classwork was in a from that interested him or felt relevant to his life.

And while he enjoyed the praise and the sense of greatness, it didn't last long. And the everything between that point and him moving to Hinamizawa was summarized as "A lot happened".

I want to go on a side-discussion about German Psychiatrist Emil Kraepelin (1856 - 1926) just because the teacher from Keiichi's flashback mentioned the Kraepelin analysis. I did a few quick wiki searches and some short reads on his works and theories hoping to find what the Kraepelin analysis is and tests for. But I didn't find anything.

But I did find out that Kraepelin was a pioneer in psychology and the founder of modern psychiatry. He looked into how the physical condition leads to disorders and was the first to differentiate schizophrenia (which he called dementia praecox) from manic depressive disorder.

So based on what his research was focused on, it makes me think that the analysis Keiichi was given implies he might have some form of mild schizophrenia.

The grave he dug is way too shallow.

It's wide enough to lay an adult body in, but it needs to be at least another 2 feet deep. If it rains, a good amount of the loosened soil can get washed away and as the body decomposes, it can build up gases that cause it to swell, further pushing against the loosened soil. Plus, the smell when the body decomposes can leak out and attract scavengers that will dig it up.

That last line...

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So about that chat Keiichi and Mion had...

That is actually Shion. I can say this for sure because she was the one who spoke to Satoshi in the Eye-Opening arc when he asked "Mion" to take Satoko to the Cotton Drifting festival, but there are some little hints at the start of the call. "Mion" doesn't recognize Keiichi over the phone and only confirms she's "Mion" when Keiichi gives his name. She's also a bit startled when she realizes it's Keiichi and he thinks he's speaking with Mion.

Shion is the one who hates Satoko and didn't keep the promise to care for her when Satoshi is gone. Mion was genuine when she said she couldn't take Satoko into her care nor order a hit on Teppei as part of the curse.

#higurashi no naku koro ni #higurashi no naku koro ni reread #higurashi when they cry

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countrymusiclover · 11 months

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70 - Fighting the Magical Border

Part 71

Gemini Runaway

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3 years later

Sitting on my bed while the girls were off with Jacob to get ice cream. Placing my hands on my lap I calmed my mind waving my hand creating a crystal prism in my hands. "Finitus… invidium cala mactus." The crystal glowed in my hand when I got to my feet letting the sunlight bounce off it before creating a figure in front of me with its magic.

"Hello love." A figure of Klaus smiled back at me. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt with his black jacket thrown over it.

Holding the crystal to my chest I squealed like a child. "Holy crap it worked. Uh hi my subconscious version of you."

"How did you manage this, Raelyn?" He asked, crossing his arms behind his chest.

"Um basically I found a crystal similar to the moonstone. And I combined a subconscious and vision spell together so that I can talk to my subconscious version of you. Now that I say it out loud it sounds crazy." Running my fingers through my hair I sighed, feeling embarrassed.

Nik walked closer with our eyes meeting briefly. "It's not crazy, Rae. Rather impressive."

"You're lying." I snapped.

He shook his head at me. "Do you want me to lie to you?"

"No, never. But…" I didn't have a clue what to say.

Klaus steps closer where I spun around wishing that it was the real him. Not even magic could fix him physically being here. "Tell me what you want and I'll do whatever you want."

"I wish it were that way but you can't give me what I want, Nik." I sniffed feeling some tears falling down my face.

He tilted his head to the side with his baby blues focused on me alone. "Tell me what to do and I will fix it-"

"Nik, I miss you. And I stupidly thought that this would help me while we search for cures for your siblings but it doesn't!" Throwing my hands away from my sides I cried even more spinning around on my feet. "Because I can't live without you, not physically anymore but mentally. I want to tear Marcel apart for separating us like this. I….I miss everything about you and I will do anything to get you back…"

"Raelyn!" Someone else called my name before I saw Jo come into the apartment.

Waving the crystal over the sunshine in the window hologram Klaus disappeared. "Hey , uh hey Jo." I sniffed, wiping away tears as quickly as possible.

"Is everything okay here? Rae, what have you got there?" She sat down with a bag from her day at work with the hospital. Her gaze noticed me holding a crystal behind my back.

Kicking the carpet with my foot I avoided her gaze. "I may have made a magical prism so I could talk to my subconscious version of my husband because I am going crazy without him.."

“Oh Rae Rae.” She made a disappointed look.

Slumping down on the bed I put my face in my hands sighing heavily under my breath. “I know, I’m pathetically insane. But we’ve never been separated this long before. I …I don’t know how to deal with it. And I thought seeing him would give me hope. But I just miss the hell out of him!”

“Raelyn, you might be going through some sort of grief.”

“He’s not gone, Josette!” I snapped at her revealing my fangs with more tears coming down my face. “He’s alive with that monster and I can’t go save him until I find cures. I…I have never felt alone like this even though I have my daughters, friends, you and Jacob. Yet even with that I don’t feel better. I…”

She pulled me in for a hug running a hand through my hair letting me cry. “Sssh Raelyn. I’m here. How about this. I can tell you about my date with this hot teacher at the college. So we had fun but when we were back at the hospital he tried to compel me.”

“Compel as in a vampire?” I raised my head, sending her a questionable look.

She nodded, removing her hands from my shoulders. “Clearly a newbie vampire.”

“What does he look like cause I’d like to meet the guy who thinks he can compel witches.” I laughed at whoever thought they could beat a witch, actually an ex witch.

Jo rolled her shoulders thinking back. “Sandy brown hair and blue eyes. He said his name was Ric.”

“Ric?” I asked her sternly where she nodded her head, yes that I was right. Jumping up to my feet I shoved the door open, almost breaking it. “As in Alaric Saltzman!”

She got to her feet not understanding what was making me angry. “Rae, wait. What’s wrong and how do you know Ric?”

“He was sent to kill my husband by my husband’s crazy mother. He made me think the love of my life was dead. So now I am going to kill him!” Whipping my head around I smirked at her. “You can beg for his life if you want. But I am going to see him.”

Jo gasped, grabbing her car keys following me out the door. “I’ll drive there.” Jo and I entered the college standing outside his classroom but I was using the invisible spell waiting for the right moment.

He came out of his classroom clearly in a rush until we got there. “What's the rush? Occult studies emergency?” She asked him arms over her chest.

“Yeah, I have someplace I need to be so if you don't mind.” He tries to pass her but she blocks his way

Jo scoffed at him. “Why don't you just compel me out of the way.”

“Jo, I can explain - ah! What the hell” I cut him off, throwing him magically against the wall holding him there.

Opening my eyes I smirked up at him sticking to the wall. Clutching my right hand into a fist he winced when I revealed my fangs to him. “How about you tell her how you are a crazy murderous vampire who attempted to kill my lover. So she can understand why I am about to tear you limb from limb!”

“Rae, how do you have magic as a vampire?” Alaric grunted trying to break from the spell.

Smirking up at him I drop him onto the ground only to raise him in the air with magic again. “Ascendo! I’m a Gemini witch, yes. But I wasn’t born with magic, remember. So she. I turned now I’m your worst nightmare!”

“Look don't you think it's about time we level with each other.” Jo moved to stand beside me putting a hand on my shoulder. “My cousin has every right to be angry with you but I care about you so if you apologize then she agreed to not end you.”

Rolling my eyes at her I corrected her statement. “Technically he’s dead. But I can magic your ass over the anti border without blinking.”

“Ahhh! Okay I’m sorry…even though I wasn’t in control of myself, I’m sorry.” He gasped once I released him onto the wooden floor.

Jo offered him her hand, helping him to stand asking in a less stern tone. “Now what exactly was so important that you needed to get to?”

“Okay how's this, my best friend, he just came back from the dear but now I have to save him from a vampire hunter before he is driven across an antimagic border and killed again so here's some friendly advice.” Alairc explained moving around the two of us. “It's probably a good idea to stay as far away from me as possible.”

Watching him leave I crossed my arms over my chest. “He’s literally going to die permanently because of Damon Salvatore.”

“Wait Raelyn. We have to save him.” My cousin sent me a sympathetic glance. “I bet that you don’t like him but can you do it for me?”

Slumping my shoulders I caved knowing that I wouldn’t hurt her feelings ever. She was the only family member I cared about after all. “Huh alright let’s go save the former vampire hunter.”

“He was a vampire hunter before he turned.” She sounded interested as we rushed to the car.

“Seriously, after we save him please make him tell everything.” Pulling out my phone I dialed my brother. “Jacob, don’t go back to Jo’s place. I need you to bring the girls to the Mystic Falls border. We’re heeding their now.”

He asked through the phone. “What are you doing going there?”

“Off to save our cousin's romantic partner Alaric Saltzman. Just do what I say please.” I hung up the phone before Jo slammed on the gas and we rushed to the border. Slamming my door shut I gasped stopping at the edge. Two vehicles were knocked over and Alaric was laying on the grass bleeding out.

Jo grabbed her medical bag calling out to me over her shoulder bolting across the border with no problem. “What are you waiting for?”

“If I cross over it takes away the magic making me a vampire. I’ll die!” I shouted back hearing tires shriek on the road before I saw my brother get out of the car with Cami and the kids.

Hayley and three year old Andrea were driving back with one of the cures for the originals. But we had two more to go before we could get Klaus back. “Rae, what are we waiting for?” Cami asked about stepping over.

“You cross and you die.” Yanking the blonde back by her forearm I turned around to my daughters. “Girls, mommy and uncle J need your help.”

Alina, Missy and Hope ran forward. Alina had her hair up in a braid. Hope left her loose and Missy had it in a ponytail. Jacob looked at his six year old nieces then me. “So what do we do to help Alaric not die?”

Using my vampire hearing I watched Stefan limp over to the other truck that had his brother inside. But he was bleeding from where he died. “Jo’s helping him. We have to help Stefan get his brother across the border. We’ll briefly siphon the magic away so they don’t die.”

“Okay…uh like this?” Jacob placed his hands on the barrier and I followed his actions.

“Alina, Missy help us. Hope, cross over and help Jo.” I instructed my daughters so the two other siphons put their hands like ours and we watched their hands turn red. “Magia tollux de terras.”

“On it mom.” Hope crosses the border where she winced feeling it strike her magic but she keeps running towards Jo.

Alaric was couching up blood laying on his back. “You have to get me across the border. It's stripping away the magic. I'll die.”

Jo tore something from her medical bag. “You'll die if I move you. I have to stop the bleeding, you nicked your descending aorta.”

Alaric gasped. “I know, that's what killed me.”

Hope plopped down at her side seeing him bleeding. “Hey Jo, what can I do?”

“Hand me that pack.” She told her quickly.

Hope gave it to her watching her begin to tear it open with her mouth. “And you didn't have me back then did you and you didn't have hemostatic gauze.” She covered the wound with her hand and the gauze.

Cami gasped watching Jaocb and I keep chanting seeing Stefan limping towards the border with the spell still hurting them but they weren’t dead just yet. “Guys, you better hurry!” She hollers to the vampires on the other side.

“Ah crap!” I moaned seeing drops of blood staining my shoes meaning the spell was trying to kill us. “Jacob, let go!”

He shook his head coughing up some blood of his own. “No way…they’re coming.” Moving my gaze up, Stefan was still limping towards us. Damon and the other vampire collapsed onto our side gasping for air.

“Alaric? Hang on! Stay with me. Come on.” Jo starts pumping on his chest.” Gonna get that heart pumping. You don't get to have the last word with me. Alaric!”

Removing our hands from the barrier I gasped in relief feeling better until Missy tugged my arm pointing towards her sister and Jo. “Mommy!”

“God no.” Covering my mouth with my hands I heard Cami sob. Damon, still on the ground, rips his hands free from the chains and looks toward Mystic Falls, his eyes wide.

Jo continues pumping on Alaric's chest refusing to give up. “Stay with me! come on!” Suddenly Alaric's head snaps up, his eyes open and he gasps for air.

On the Ground, Alaric looks around confused and shaken. “So-so-something's wrong.”

“Don’t move, Ricky.” Hope warmed him by touching his cheek.

Alaric moved his hand to his chest still confused on how he wasn’t dead. “No, something's wrong. I'm not supposed to be alive.”

Jo put her hand to his face, calming the now human him down. “There's no reason you shouldn't be. I sealed the wound we just have to get you to the hospital.” The ambulance came and she waited before getting in the back.

“Go with him. We’re good from here.” I told her seeing she was waiting for me. “Just don’t be angry I’ve been hiding blood bags at your place.”

Alina came over to me once they drove off and I watched silently before she said something taking my attention away from them. “What happens to him now?”

“Now he gets to live his life as a human again. Come on, it's late. Let’s get you all to bed.” Picking her up in my arms she laid her head on my shoulder lifting her gaze up to the full moon in the sky.

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sylvie-brett-two-ts · 5 months

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Boden has his favorites and should be a thing to be addressed on the show, can you imagine if anyone but Stella caused a accident, falling sleep while driving? I bet their job would be at risk and their ability to lead would be questioned. On the other hand, imagine what others house must think, because 51 as a whole it's his favorite.

Thanks for the ask, this is only my 2nd one ever. Here comes a very long response lmao.

I agree that Boden has his favorites and it definitely bothers me from time to time. I certainly wish it was different or that they called it out, but I think a fair amount of it is also just lazy writing and doing what they need to in order to make the short-term story fit.

For example, it has always bothered me that Boden basically made fun of Hermann for asking for officer’s quarters and shut him down immediately when he asked about the blue office. Yet, in S10, he offered the blue office to Pelham no problem. A year later, Kidd is making the laundry room into officer’s quarters because the blue office apparently isn’t an option anymore. The reality is that his apparent preference for Pelham over Hermann and Kidd was really just because it worked for the comedy plot in each of the 3 episodes.

As far as Stella causing the accident in S8, I disagree that if it were anyone else that their job would be at risk. Why would someone lose their job for getting in a car accident in their own vehicle and when they weren’t on the clock? I also don’t get why her ability to lead should be questioned. She wasn’t in a leadership position at that point, unless you’re referring to teaching classes at the academy? She was busting her ass and doing everything she could to keep up. Should she have asked for help and told Boden that it was too much to handle? Absolutely, but she’s human and makes mistakes. She also did learn that lesson and outright said that she now knows her body’s limits and won’t make the same mistakes again. And she hasn’t.

I definitely won’t argue that Stella is one of his favorites, but I just don’t agree with that being an example of him showing favoritism. He certainly favors 51 as a house and 2nd shift over the others at 51, but that’s partly because those are the people we see all the time and the show centers around their perspectives.

This might be a hot take, but I will say that overall it seems like Boden does not have the same level of appreciation and perhaps even respect for Sylvie professionally as he does for other long-running characters. I think a big part of it is actually just that he doesn’t value the paramedics the way he does firefighters, and besides Gabby, he kind of sees them all as the same. His attitude every time there was an opening since Sylvie has been PIC was just “fill it with whoever, it doesn’t matter.”

He supported Hermann, Casey, Kidd, and most recently Joe in professional growth and leadership opportunities, but hasn’t once shown any interest or awareness of professional growth for any of the paramedics. I get that’s because he’s a firefighter, but he constantly calls it his firehouse, so theoretically he should care about all of their careers. It’s really unfortunate that the show focused so intently on Chief Hawkins as just a love interest and chose to use his role as paramedic field chief in a negative way (showing favoritism to Violet, getting blackmailed by Emma, etc.), instead of using him to add more focus to the EMS side of the CFD.

#okay I’m done rambling #sylvie brett #chief boden #chicago fire #ask box

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