ok listening to the album again now that i’m properly awake and i can look at colour coded lyric videos
body to body - ok i think this one’s good, probably it’ll sound great live. kind of a thesis statement for the album which seems to be ‘we need to perform on stage together or we’ll literally die’. and tbh i think that’s fine. i think what enlistment/solo era taught them and us is that what they love more than anything else is performing together, all seven of them. i just worry that the album was rushed out because they needed to have a new album to promote in order to perform.
hooligan - i like the weirdness but this feels like a j hope song and idk if the others fit into it like they’re just kinda there…? like going from hobis weird feel good inc. laugh to jk singing ‘why this baseline slapping so rude (????) in that sweet falsetto is uh. hmm. eurgh. jimin and yoongi sound great. kinda just goes nowhere though like it’s just each member taking turns to sing the same thing with rapline getting a few lines in
aliens - first track that lyrically has some actual teeth to it. not a huge fan of the actual tune but at least they’re saying something? again structurally very boring. so far every song is just verse chorus verse chorus and each member gets a turn there’s no bridges no crazy ad libs. also weird how the alien metaphor doesn’t really tie in to how they used it previously feels like there’s no continuity. also how are you ‘aliens’ to the music industry when you are recording this song in LA with 15+ western contributors
FYA - ugh just boring and the lyrics are so stupid it’s trying to be a clurb bangerrrr but it’s not it! just boring. why are rapline just repeating the same thing with modified lyrics. why are vocal line just repeating the same lines one after the other
2.0 - just nothinggggg they’re just saying nothing it’s just random slang phrases and pop pop knock knock pull up at your block…. why’s yoongi the only one who’s saying anything remotely meaningful
no. 29 - a very cool idea in theory but all of these songs end so abruptly i mean i like it but it’s not integrated very well with the tracks before. also i find it weird how completely split in two the album is. aside a is all pull up to club get down and then side b is like nice songs that are niceys :) there’s no flow there’s no connection.
swim - it’s fineeeeee i guess but doesn’t sound like bts…. just goes nowhere… should not have been the title track! also weirdly horny but in an artificial way? like ooh girl there’s water…. on your skin… like groundbreaking. they have good horny songs but they were horny in a weird and authentic way like converse high or war of hormone. MV is a whole other story it was so boring like why all the focus on the white girl why the camp little sailor outfits played completely straight? they were barely in it
merry go round - finallyyyyyy a song that has actually got something to say!!! this is the first song where i went oh yeah this is actually bts. and now i don’t feel crazy bc they obviously still do have thoughts and feelings that i still relate to like yeah life feels like that for me too! so why did it take eight tracks to get here? way too short. over just as it was getting started.
normal - again, they’re finally saying something. i feel like they’re just not expressing themselves in english as well as they do in korean! like obviously i only speak english but even in translation it comes through. and the songs are soooo short and empty? like take this song. just over 3 minutes long, vocal line are just repeating the same 16 lines over and over, rapline have like, four lines each? ughhh. something almost interesting was happening there musically at the beginning but it went nowhere
like animals - it’s kind of going somewhere! just doesn’t go far enough. metaphor is very surface level. like yes we’re ’like animals’ in all these various ways but just as they’re starting to say something it wanders off. interesting that at this point i’m just starting to get tired tbh im like ugh how many more songs are there.
they don’t know bout us - i like the opening sample. is this the first time on the album that the vocal line has sung korean lyrics? jimin sounds great, i like his low voice here.
one more night - just kind of boring it’s getting hard to distinguish between tracks. sounds like a jk solo song.
please - nice enough but just kind of boring and empty. like yeah it’s a ‘love song’ but nothing makes it stand out lyrically like think of dimple or something that had a theme you could sink your teeth into.
into the sun - wow this was the only song that made me feel any emotion. it was very sweet. unfortunately the vocals were destroyed by whatever that layering effect was but i’m sure it’ll sound great live. tae thank you so much for fighting for this one it saved the album for me 🙏
and now some general thoughts. first: can’t believe how much of a slog this was to get through. the shortening of songs in this attention economy is reallly making music suffer. there’s no variation in song length or structure. there’s no texture. it’s depressingly straightforward and literal.
what i’ve always loved about bts is how textured their songs are. each member had a completely unique singing/rapping style, whereas on this album it felt so flattened. i struggled to tell who was singing when, it was easier to tell rapline apart but i was shocked i had to try. like think back to outro: tear, or ddaeng, or the truth untold. they were so sonically rich and varied, they used each members unique style and strengths to create a whole song out of disparate parts. with this album i feel like it didn’t matter who was singing or rapping what.
structurally as well these songs were very repetitive and flat. hardly any hooks, no build up and release, no long outros or intros, no variation in length or lyrics or even vocal style between choruses. i don’t think there was a single bridge on the whole album? hardly any instrumentation, hardly anything musically/melodically interesting. also nothing on that album was good enough to justify working with any of those skeezy guys like at least with supreme boi it was like ‘their music would suffer without him but they should cut ties it’s the right thing to do’. this was just unjustified
ugh i really wanted to like this! it’s not irredeemable but all of these songs are songs that on another bts album id probably skip. i feel like there’s nothing that grabbed me or made me sit up and go wow, ive never heard that before! just very… samey. flat. repetitive, and not in a good way. it felt like they were tired. it felt like a very rm/j hope/jungkook album and the others were just along for the ride. it felt unbalanced, and i don’t mean it in a line distribution way, it just felt like they weren’t all there. i thought from how they’d been talking they had so much to say about the military and how the worlds changed, almost five years of pent up feelings, and none of that same through.
it felt very disjointed. i don’t see how these songs connected to each other, or to the concept of arirang, or the seven korean students, or ‘what is your love song’.
i guess we’ll see how the set list is. i’ll be interested to see what and how many songs off this album they’ll perform live and how they sound. what’s puzzling me is how any of these songs will mesh with their older discography. i can’t imagine these songs alongside fire or spring day without them sounding listless by comparison.
like it’s fine if you like this kind of music, i’m just not seeing ‘bts’ here much. i’m not seeing what draws me to them in the first place. they’re obviously capable of better, ‘why’ and ‘who’s fault’ this is are other questions and tbh im not blaming them, just saying how i found the album.
I love seeing people heal on here. I saw you talking about suicide in June and now you can’t stop smiling. I saw you swear off relationships in March and now you’re planning a wedding. Man, the storm don’t last forever. I’m proud of y'all.
I swear, so often this site is like a weird little window into peoples’ lives and personal journeys because we put our saddest most awful thoughts on our blogs we’d never share anywhere else and so nobody in our ‘real lives’ even KNOWS the struggles and therefore, the amazing triumphs we’ve had, how hard we’re fighting, but I see this and I see people I follow overcome horrible shit nobody should ever have to even have nightmares about feeling, not once in their lives
but then I see them come out of it - or don’t, but live with it, and stick around for just one more day, and keep trying and living and just, every single fucking day, no matter how painful, my most common emotion here when I look at my friends is I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, PLEASE KEEP GOING.
i don’t know how to explain to you people that no matter what a country’s government is like i do not and will not support the US indiscriminately bombing that country’s civilians and i don’t know why that’s a controversial take tbh
“oh iran is a dictatorship!” “oh palestine is homophobic!” i don’t care like literally i don’t care that’s not a problem to be solved by other countries blowing innocent people up
themes: body insecurities, sad for a quick minute but a happy ending, felix is an angel as always, felix is whipped
She couldn’t help but to feel insecure—watching as the waves crashed against the shore. Y/n cast a glance in the direction of all the commotion—her gaze landing on one of the women currently wrapped up in an intense game of beach volleyball against some of the guys.
‘I wish I looked like that,” she couldn’t help but to mutter.
Y/n had never been super insecure of her body. That was until she started coming around. It didn’t help knowing that she also had a crush on Felix or that she was absolutely gorgeous. Her weight sat in all the places Y/n wished hers did. A beautiful hourglass figure, flat stomach, silky smooth skin, and a chiseled face.
Layla had a body she never would. And to top it off, she was an absolute angel.
Y/n couldn’t hate her even if she wanted to.
“What’s wrong with the way you look now?”
His deep voice made her jump, eyes wide as she turned towards Felix. There was a frown on his plump lips as he closed the cooler and took a seat next to her. Y/n’s eyes lingered a little too long on the glistening skin of his chest. She blinked, clearing her throat before moving over to make room for Felix on her towel.
She thinks if the silence lingers between them, that he will think she didn’t hear him and they can move on from this. Act like she wasn’t caught admiring another woman’s body and wishing hers didn’t look the way it did.
“You didn’t answer me.”
There’s a pout in his voice as she turns towards him. Her heart skips a beat at how close he is sitting to her. His bare arm brushes hers—the coolness of his wet skin providing a bit of relief to her overheated body.
She doesn’t know how it’s possible, but she thinks that his freckles have multiplied from the past few hours spent in the sun.
“I-,” she begins, but hesitates.
“It’s nothing Felix. Just thinking out loud.”
She laughs but there’s no humor behind it, instead her lower lip wobbles. She turns her gaze from the blonde next to her and back towards the others.
Layla cheers as the ball touches the ground in front of Changbin. Her smile is bright, wind a paid actor as her auburn hair floats beautifully behind her.
‘If only.’
Suddenly, there’s a hand under her chin, turning your attention back in his direction. Her eyes are wide as they meet Felix’s. There’s a furrow between his brow, but his eyes are soft with worry.
It’s then that Y/n feels a wetness on her cheeks. Felix gently wipes her tears before pulling her into his embrace and somehow…it makes her feel worse.
It makes her even more aware of their size difference.
Y/n wiggles free of his grasp, she pretends like she doesn’t see the look of hurt on his face as she stands.
“I’m going to head in for a bit,” she mutters—swiping at her wet eyes as she makes her way past the others and back up towards the house.
‘A bit’ ended up being the rest of the evening. When Hyunjin knocked on her door to see if she was okay, she had told him she felt a bit exhausted from the heat and was going to lay down early—which resulted in Chan delivering a couple of water bottles to her room and scolding her softly for not drinking enough.
She could hear the laughter travel up the staircase as she left her room to shower. Y/n could hear Layla’s laughter—probably at something Felix had said.
She closes the door to the bathroom, slipping into the shower, and letting the water wash away the sand and salt from not only the ocean, but her tears as well.
Y/n is beyond tired when she steps out. She dries herself—frowning as she tries to avoid looking at her body for too long. She continues with her night routine so that she can slip between the sheets once she returns to her room.
As she secures the robe around her waist—there’s a knock at the door.
She thinks it’s one of the others needing to use the bathroom. Without thinking, she opens the door—greeted by the man she had left stranded on the beach.
His hair was wet, the shoulders of his shirt spotted with water droplets from his ends. Y/n figured he must have just washed up as well in his and Chan’s shared bathroom.
He doesn’t say anything as he gently takes her hand in his, leading her back towards her room.
Y/n’s heart leaps in her chest as he shuts the door.
She notices the shiver that wracks his body momentarily from the cool air in her room.
Before he can say anything, she motions towards the vanity, “Sit. I’ll dry your hair.”
Felix looks like he wants to protest but she starts the dryer, waiting for him to sit. He does, but his eyes don’t leave hers. She feels the weight of them on her in the mirror, her palms growing clammy under his gaze. She doesn’t like the attention, not with her earlier accidental confession weighing in the air.
It doesn’t take long for Felix’s hair to dry. She turns the dryer off, moving to lay it on vanity. But as she does, Felix grips her arm. Y/n gasps dropping the dryer onto the floor with a loud thud as she’s pulled into Felix’s lap.
“Felix,” she protests but he holds her firmly in his lap.
“Stop moving.”
The deepness of his voice stills her.
He reaches up, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face, “Now tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“It’s nothing Lix. Just forget I said—.”
“It’s not nothing Y/n. You think I don’t notice the way your mood shifts when Layla is around? How much more you cover up and try to make yourself unnoticeable? How you won’t let me touch you without pulling away or stay still in my lap because you think you’re hurting me.”
Y/n’s eyes well with hot tears, her eyes moving to look anywhere but at his. But Felix won’t let her. His own soft brown eyes are filled with tears of his own.
“You don’t realize how perfect you are in every way and that kills me.”
Her brows furrow as she hesitantly meets his gaze, “W-What?”
Felix signs, moving both of his arms around her waist before pressing their foreheads together. Y/n freezes in his grasp, the heat of his breath grazing over her lips.
“You don’t realize the effect you have on me.”
Y/n feels as though she stops breathing.
“But I—wouldn’t you prefer someone like Layla?”
Felix huffs out a laugh of disbelief. His eyes flicker with mischief.
“Layla isn’t the one in my lap right now, is she?”
Y/n’s eyes widen, her cheeks heating but she doesn’t say anything.
“Is that what brought this on?”
His words are soft, wanting nothing but to understand her.
“I—maybe? I never thought anything of myself or my body until she started coming around. She’s amazing don’t get me wrong but she’s so gorgeous. It got worse with the beach trips and then knowing how she felt about y—.”
Y/n bits her tongue as she meets Felix’s gaze.
“I know she likes me.”
Y/n didn’t know how she felt about the news. Before she could overthink, Felix brushed his nose against hers before pulling back slightly.
“I told her that I already had someone else in my heart. Someone funny, kind-hearted, who doesn’t see how perfect she is inside and out,” he whispers as he inches forward again.
“Someone I’ve always dreamed of holding like this.”
Y/n’s breath catches in her throat as his plush lips brush against hers.
“Someone so beautiful in every way it drives me crazy,” he finished breathless before slotting his lips with hers.
The kiss is slow, each press of his lips against hers sending butterflies throughout her body.
Y/n lets him hold her and kiss her until they are breathless. Until those silly thoughts leave her head and until voices rise in the hall wondering where the two of them had disappeared to.
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synopsis: jisung’s oh so loving roommate, felix, graciously gifted him a late birthday/early christmas present. little did either of them know that some shitty porn chip would leave jisung falling in love.
pairing: cyber!jisung x artificial!fem!reader
genre: smut, cyberpunk au
contains: mentions of cyberware, simulated sexual intimacy, kissing, handjob, unprotected sex (kinda…? idk it isn’t real), coming untouched (also kinda??), desperate jisung, dropping the love bomb
word count: 3.5k
now playing: scent - xlov
the circuit — - cyberpunk!skz
[a/n]: FIRST INSTALLMENT OF CYBERPUNK AU LETS GOOOOO >< i hope this all translates well bc it was a liiiittle difficult to write bc i wanted to make it as cyberpunk-y as possible while still keeping it easy to read. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYYYY <3<3
the chip lands on jisung’s desk with all the ceremony of a drug dealer flicking a business card.
“happy birthday, genius” felix teases, grinning like he’s just handed over the keys to a car instead of some bd chip. it clatters against a half-empty energy drink can and comes to rest beside a tangle of charging cables that haven't been untangled since purchase.
jisung looks up from his monitor, where three overlapping windows display code he's been staring at for the past two hours without actually reading. his neural hud flickers with half-formed notifications he keeps dismissing on reflex.
deadpan, jisung says "my birthday was two months ago."
"late birthday. early christmas. does it matter?" felix leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. jisung raises a brow, only slightly worried at how his roommate looks far too pleased with himself. "found it at some sketchy kiosk downtown. the guy had like, fifteen of these things in a shoebox under the counter. vintage trash, but i figured you'd get a kick out of it."
the chip itself is wrapped in neon packaging that hurts to look at. it’s garish pink, the likes of which clashes horribly with the electric blue lettering. theres a winking emoji sticker slapped across the front. and to make all matters better, the label reads premium experience in a font that screams nothing about this is premium.
jisung picks it up between two fingers like it might be contaminated.
"you got me porn."
"i got you artisanal porn," felix corrects. "there's a difference."
"there really isn't."
"just try it, you prude. you've been wound tighter than a fucking overclock chip for weeks. when's the last time you even jerked off?"
jisung's emotion filter gives a warning pulse under his jaw—a little electric hiccup that hints at a rising stress level. he rubs at it absently. "i'm working."
"you're spiraling," felix says flatly. "there's a difference." he pushes off the doorframe and heads back into the hallway, calling over his shoulder as he goes. "well, it's yours now. do with it what you will. or don't. i don't care…”
a pause.
“but if you do, i want a full review!"
"i'm not reviewing your back-alley porno."
"your loss!"
the chip sits on jisung's desk for three days.
he doesn't touch it. he hasn’t even looked directly at it. it just exists in his peripheral vision, a gaudy little reminder that felix thinks he needs to get laid. or at least needs to simulate getting laid.
and damn, if that isn’t somehow worse.
but the thing about jisung's brain is that it never shuts up. it catalogs everything. notices everything. and the chip, with its stupid winking emoji and neon packaging, has wormed its way into his subconscious like a splinter under his thumbnail—painful and very, very prominent.
by the third night, he's exhausted in that specific, jittery way that comes from too much caffeine and not enough sleep. his body feels like a live wire. his thoughts are racing, overlapping, doubling back on themselves in a feedback loop he can't break.
he's tried working. tried gaming. tried scrolling through feeds until his eyes burn.
nothing works.
he sits on the edge of his bed, surrounded by the ambient glow of his monitors and the faint whine of his overclock chip—barely audible but always there, like tinnitus made of electricity.
his hands are restless. his leg bounces. his jaw aches from clenching. his- oh, right…
he’s also horny.
not in a casual, ignorable way. in a way that makes his skin feel too tight, makes every nerve ending buzz with uncomfortable awareness.
his eyes drift to the desk. to the chip that looks back at him like a fucking taunt.
"fuck it.”
jisung swipes the chip into his palm, tears off that ridiculous packaging (seriously, they should totally rebrand), and slots it into the braindance port behind his left ear with a soft, satisfying click.
it takes barely a second before the world dissolves.
the first thing that hits him isn't visual, it's tactile. the sensation of cool sheets against his back, the weight of a body that isn't his own settling over his lap. his neural hud flickers, trying to process the sudden shift in sensory input, but it can't keep up.
the braindance doesn't care about his implants. it bypasses them entirely, feeding directly into the raw nerve endings of his brain.
when his vision stabilizes, he's in a bedroom. it’s quaint. for a back alley bd, that is. it’s minimalist with soft lighting that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. there’s clean lines, muted colors, the whole nine yards.
it feels intimate in a way that makes his chest tighten—like he's stepped into someone's private space without permission.
except he has permission. that's the whole point.
and that’s when you make your appearance.
you don't fade in or materialize gradually. no, you're just there, straddling his lap with a confidence that makes his breath catch.
your weight is solid, real, impossible to distinguish from flesh and bone. your hands rest on his shoulders, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of his hoodie, and when you smile at him, it's not shy or tentative—it's knowing. like you've been waiting for him. like you've done this a thousand times before and you know exactly how it's going to end.
"hey there, babyboy" you purr, voice low, teasing. dripping with amusement. "took ya long enough."
jisung's mouth goes dry.
he tries to respond, but his brain is still catching up, still trying to reconcile the fact that none of this is real even though every nerve in his body is screaming otherwise. his emotion filter flickers erratically under his jaw, sending little electric pulses through his skin—overstimulation warnings that he doesn’t even have to think twice about ignoring.
"i-" he starts, but you cut him off by leaning in closer, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear.
"don't think too hard," you murmur. "you're not here to think, baby."
your hand slides down from his shoulder to his chest, fingers splaying over his sternum before dragging lower, slower, until they're resting on his stomach. his abdomen tenses under your touch. the laugh that runs through you is soft, cruel, right against the shell of his ear. it’s like you can feel the way his body is already betraying him.
"you're so tense," you say, pulling back just enough to look at him. your eyes are bright, playful, but there's something else there too, something that feels almost predatory. "relax. i'm not gonna bite. not unless you want me to, at least."
jisung’s not proud of the way his cock twitches in the confines of his pants.
he swallows hard, hands hovering uselessly at his sides like he’s unsure where to put them, unsure if he's allowed to touch you back.
you notice and you take one of his hands in yours, guiding it to your waist. your skin is warm so warm through the fabric of your shirt that it almost makes him feel feverish. the sensation is so vivid, so utterly overwhelming, that he nearly pulls away on instinct.
"there we go," you say softly, like you're coaxing a nervous animal. "see? not so scary."
your other hand drifts lower, and there’s no hesitation as your palm presses into the pathetically obvious tent in his pants. it’s firm. it’s deliberate . it’s just the right amount of pressure to send jisung's hips jerking up in search of more.
a broken sound escapes his throat, half gasp, half moan, and you look delighted.
"oh, you're sensitive," you chirp. it’s not a question, it’s a statement. something wicked creeps into your tone as you press a little harder "i like that."
you keep your hand there, rubbing slow circles over the growing bulge in his pants, and jisung feels like he's going to combust.
his overclock chip whines louder in the back of his skull, his neural hud flashing warnings he doesn't have the capacity to read.
jisung’s entire world narrows down to the heat of your body, the pressure of your hand, the way you're looking at him like he's the most fascinating thing you've ever seen.
"you gonna keep staring at me like that baby," you qustion with a tilt of your head. "or are you gonna do something about it?"
it’s at that moment jisung's brain finally catches up.
his grip on your waist tightens and he pulls you closer, his other hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. you let him, encourage him, even, by leaning into his touch with a satisfied hum.
"there we go," the words are breathy, light, and you give jisung a few seconds to let them sink in before you’re leaning down to kiss him.
it's not soft. it's not tentative. it's messy and hungry and overwhelming, and jisung loses himself in it completely.
your tongue slides against his, teeth catch on his bottom lip. when you shift your hips up, letting them drag over his in a way do sultry in should be illegal, jisung groans into your mouth like a starved man.
you continue to work your hips over him in smooth circles, and the friction is maddening. it’s not enough and far too much all at once.
it send jisung spiraling.
he’s already half-delirious, already teetering on the edge of something he can't name but can feel so deep under his skin that it burns. and for fucks sake, haven't even gotten his pants off yet-
"god, you're easy," you murmur against his lips even though it holds no malice in it. there’s only pure, unfiltered satisfaction. "i’ve barely even touched you and you're already fallin’ apart..."
jisung opens his mouth to argue, to say something sharp and defensive, but of course it’s at that very moment that you decide to slip your hand fully under the elastic of his waistband. every coherent thought he has proceeds to evaporate.
your fingers wrap around him, warm and sure, and he bucks into your grip with a strangled noise that would be embarrassing if he had the capacity to care.
"that's it," you say, tone soft and encouraging. "just like that. let me take care of you."
and he does. because what else is he supposed to do?
you work him for like that for a good while, long enough that when you pull your hand away jisung makes a sound that's almost a whine, all needy and desperate in a way that should mortify him.
before he can voice much of a complaint besides a little whispered “no-“, before he can beg you to come back, you're shifting in his lap, rising up just enough to work his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free. the cool air hits his overheated skin so hard his entire body jolts.
"look at you," you murmur, something there's something almost reverent in your voice as your fingers trace along his length feather light. jisung jerks beneath you again. "so pretty like this. so responsive."
jisung's head falls back against the headboard with a soft thunk. his hands are shaking where they grip your waist, his knuckles white with the effort of holding on.
his neural hud is going haywire, flashing warnings about elevated heart rate and spiking cortisol levels, but he doesn't care. he can't care. not when you're looking at him like that.
"hey," you coo, not oblivious to the way his chest rises and falls like he’s jumped a damn building instead of just sitting through attention. "need ya to stay with me, baby…”
"’m here," he manages, voice rough and damn near unrecognizable in his own ears. "i'm- fuck, ‘m here."
you offer him a smile, warm and genuine. jisung’s lips twitch to return the gesture, but they quickly part around a gasp as you guide him to your entrance.
the braindance flickers.
it's subtle at first, nothing more than a brief distortion in his vision, like a glitch in a holo-feed. but then the world stabilizes again and something's different.
you're still there, still straddling his lap, but the clothes you'd been wearing are gone. just… gone.
the transition is so seamless that jisung's brain struggles to process it, like the bd has simply edited out a few frames and skipped straight to the next scene.
your skin is bare now, warm and soft under his hands, and the sight of you—all of you—makes his breath catch in his throat. there's no awkward fumbling, no clumsy undressing. one moment you were clothed, and the next you weren't, and somehow that makes it feel even more surreal. even more perfect.
the first brush of contact is all slick heat against his tip, the warmth of it enough to make him moan. and when you sink down on him, slow and deliberate, taking him inch by excruciating fucking inch, jisung genuinely thinks he’s died. or dying. or something along those lines.
the sensation is catastrophic. it's too much. it's not enough.
it's everything.
jisung's hands tighten against your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise if you were real, if any of this were real.
but in this moment, you are real. the weight of you in his lap, the way you clench around him, the soft sigh that escapes your lips as you take him fully—it's all real. it has to be.
"oh god," he chokes out, voice cracking on the words. "oh god, oh fuck, you feel-"
he can’t keep the words flowing as you start to move, rolling your hips in a slow, languid rhythm.
jisung loses the ability to form coherent sentences.
his head spins, vision blurring at the edges as every nerve ending in his body screams with overstimulation. his overclock chip is whining so loudly now that it's almost painful, but he doesn't care. he doesn't care about anything except the feeling of you around him, tight and wet and so fucking perfect.
"you're so good," he babbles, the words spilling out before he can stop them. "so fucking good, i can't- i don't—"
all you do laugh, breathless yet pleased. the sound goes straight to his cock. "yeah? you like this pussy, baby?"
"yes. fuck, yes," his hips buck up to meet yours, desperate for more friction, more contact, more of you. "i love it, i love…"
he cuts himself off, biting down hard on his bottom lip, but it's too late. the word is already out there, hanging in the air between you, and he can't take it back.
you pause, just for a second, your movements stilling. you look down at him with something that might be surprise, or curiosity. or maybe it’s just amusement. "you love it?"
jisung's brain is screaming at him to shut up, to play it cool, to remember that this isn't real. apparently though his mouth has other plans.
"i love you," he blurts out, and the words are raw and desperate and completely sincere. "i love you, i love you, i- fuck—!”
you start moving again, faster this time, and jisung's words dissolve into a broken moan.
"you're perfect," he rambleson, high and strained. "you're so perfect, i've never- no one's ever made me feel like this, i swear to god, i'd do anything for you, anything, just- just please don't stop, please don't, i need…"
he doesn’t finish that thought either, his brain only being able to process the single minded task of letting his hands roam. they smooth up your sides, slide over your stomach, cup your breasts with trembling fingers. every touch feels sacred, like he's worshipping at an altar he doesn't deserve access to.
his emotion filter has given up entirely, and he's crying now. actual tears stream down his face. not that he notice, though.
you lean down to capture his lips in a kiss that's messy and desperate, and jisung sobs into your mouth. his orgasm builds too fast, coiling tight in his gut, and he knows he's not going to last much longer. he's already too far gone, too overwhelmed.
"i love you," he whispers against your lips, over and over like a prayer. "i love you, i love you, i love you…"
you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes soft and warm, and you brush a tear from his cheek with your thumb. "i know," you mutter. "i know, baby. i've got you."
that's all it takes.
jisung comes with a broken cry, his body arching up off the bed as pleasure crashes over him in waves. his vision whites out, his hearing cuts to static, and for a few blissful seconds, he doesn't exist.
there's no jisung, no braindance, no reality. just the feeling of you around him, holding him, loving him.
when he finally comes back to himself, he's shaking.
his entire body feels like it's been wrung out and left to dry. his neural hud is flashing critical warnings now, but he dismisses them with a weak flick of his wrist.
you're still there, still straddling his lap, but you've gone still. you're watching him with an expression he can't quite read, something that’s tender and sad all at once.
"you okay?" you ask quietly.
jisung nods, even though he's not sure it's true. his throat feels raw, like he's been screaming, and his face is wet with tears he doesn't remember shedding.
"yeah," it comes out as a croak. "i'm- yeah."
the smile you offer him this time doesn’t quite reach your eyes. bot like it did before. you lean down and press a soft kiss to his forehead, and jisung's chest aches with something that feels too big to name.
"good…" you whisper. "that's good."
and then the world starts to dissolve.
the edges of the room blur first, bleeding into static and pixels. your body becomes translucent, flickering like a broken holo-ad. jisung reaches for you, panic surging through him, but his hands pass through you like smoke.
"wait," he gasps. "wait, no, don't—"
but you're already gone.
jisung gasps as the braindance ejects him back into reality.
the transition is violent—always is when you don't taper out properly—and for a few disorienting seconds, he doesn't know where he is.
his vision swims, his neural hud flickering back online with a barrage of notifications he immediately dismisses. the dim glow of his apartment resolves around him: cluttered desk, half-dead neon strip on the ceiling, the faint hum of his overclock chip settling back into idle mode.
and then he feels it.
the mess.
"oh, fuck" he breathes, looking down at himself.
his pants are ruined. completely, utterly ruined. the fabric is soaked through, sticky and cooling against his thighs, and the realization hits him like a freight train.
he came.
he came hard, somewhere in the middle of that braindance, and he hadn't even noticed. hadn't felt the real-world version of it because he'd been so deep in the simulation, so lost in you, that his body had just… gone ahead without him.
"jesus christ," he mutters, peeling the headset off with shaking hands. his face is still wet—tears, he realizes with a fresh wave of humiliation. he'd been crying. actually crying over a braindance construct.
he sits there for a long moment, staring at the mess in his lap, and the weight of it all crashes down on him.
the high is gone. the warmth, the connection, the feeling of being loved—it's all gone, evaporated like it never existed in the first place. because it hadn't. none of it had been real.
you weren't real.
jisung's chest tightens and he has to force himself to breathe. his hands are still trembling as he fumbles for the tissue box tossed haphazardly on his bedside table, trying to clean himself up even though the damage has already been done.
his pants are unsalvageable. his dignity even more so.
"fucking idiot," he mutters to himself, scrubbing at his face. "you're such a fucking idiot."
but even as he says it, even as he tries to ground himself in the harsh reality of his apartment, he can still feel the ghost of your touch on his skin. still hear your voice in his ears, soft and warm and perfect.
he stares at the braindance chip for a long time.
it's just sitting there against his bedsheets, innocuous and unassuming, just a small rectangle of chrome and circuitry.
but jisung knows what's inside it. knows exactly what's waiting for him if he slots it back in. the warmth. the connection. the feeling of being wanted.
you.
his hand hovers over it, trembling slightly. his rational mind is screaming at him to stop, to walk away, to snap the damn thing and never look back.
this isn't healthy. this isn't real. he knows that. he knows that.
but his fingers close around the chip anyway.
"just one more time," he whispers to the empty room, and his voice cracks on the syllables. "just… just one more time."
in the whole greenland conversation i feel like there's not nearly enough acknowledgement of the fact that greenland is already suffering under imperial rule. seeing wayyyyy too much tacit validation of denmark's possession of greenland on socials today. look into reproductive abuse against greenland inuit women by the danish state. US acquisition of greenland would be bad but the status quo is not good. this is not a matter of sovereignty, i only wish it were a matter of sovereignty, it's just a bunch of imperial powers playing RISK with indigenous people's lives again
This is misrepresenting the danger and how much Greenland has to lose if the US invasion were to happen. If you want to learn about the current political status of Greenland this is a pretty good link from a Danish government website. Although Denmarks colonial rule of Greenland has absolutely included many atrocities, (like the IUD case OP alluded to) and there are still absolutely real issues with racism against Greenlanders in Denmark, the current form of governance of Greenland gives them a large amount of self determination as a country AND access to independence if it is decided in national elections.
Before Trump started talking about invading Greenland the conversation about independence was actually pretty nuanced. Most people in Greenland want independence, but it is difficult to untangle a lot of things like Danish government investment in Greenland and how they would stand with regards to the EU and more. The general idea was that they would get independence sometime in our lifetimes.
US invasion would take ALL OF THIS away from them. There would be NO path to independence and NO self rule. They would also lose access to the benefits of being EU citizens, with free education, free healthcare and more.
The status quo is not good but the alternative is a lot worse in every single way.
Have you guys noticed how much the internet/technology just does not listen to you anymore? I click “don’t show this artist” on Spotify and I get recommended a music video by them on the front page. I click “skip this update” on a pop up every time I open a file organization app and it’s right back there every time. I click unsubscribe on a newsletter and it keeps showing up in my inbox!! I click “delete my account” and the next time I open the website they suggest I “reactivate”.
For everything we do here, please be sure to be careful with what you edit, and restart your computer to lock things in.
If you don't have access to the Group editor, (likely to happen if you're on base windows) you can do this as well by opening your Registry Editor app, then inputting this after your 'computer' or whatever the initial segment is. (Mine is computer. If I just try and paste the below string it gets SO mad at me)
Navigating to your "turnoffwindowscopilot", hit modify, and set the value data to 1.
If done correctly, it'll look like this.
While we're at it, you can also get rid of the integrated search, (or that thing where it searches the web when you search anything, whether or not you want it to) and such through regedit as well.
Navigate to your "DisableSearchBoxSuggestions" bit, if you don't see it, you can make it by right clicking and creating a new registry D-Word key of that exact name. Edit the key, set it to 1. It'll look like this if you do it right!
To get rid of Windows Spotlight, (The thing where it pulls up ten billion pages on windows start page, shoving ads in your face and cluttering everything) we go to
And set "Enabled State" To 0. If you do it right, it'll look like this!
Disabling edge on startup will also help a fair deal with processing speed and the like. This you can do in all sorts of ways, the easiest being turning it off entirely on startup through settings in the like.
If you want to kill it *entirely*, though? :)
In regedit, run along to Computer\HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Policies\Microsoft
Navigate to your MicrosoftEdge key subcategory. If you don't see it, you can make one! Note, this is a KEY, not a d-word. *inside* that subcategory, we want to either make or find the D-Word key of PreventLaunchEdge and set that to 1 in the same way as all the others.
It'll look like this.
Aaaand while we're here, I'd HIGHLY recommend shanking Killer Networking Services. It's just bloatware. (Ostensibly it's supposed to monitor your network bandwidth and even things out, but that really means it's constantly monitoring and pinging things, which eats up the bandwidth you DO get, and also chunks your computer's processing power.) Getting rid of it entirely is borderline impossible, since it's set to redownload on regular updates and intel is very pushy with its updates.
This you can do by opening your Services.msc, which basically shows you all the background stuff that Windows does. Find Anything with Killer in the name, right click it, go to properties, and disable startup. It should look like this, if done successfully. It will probably reenable itself in time/in later updates for windows, but it's a quick fix. I'd also check your TaskScheduler app to make sure that nothing's scheduled to open up there, either.
If you CAN completely kill Killer services through uninstalling and the like, I would warn that at very least for my computer, the only ethernet/lan support applications that are available ARE Killer's. When you download updates, you really do have to do it manually and ONLY download the ethernet services, or just be cool with not having Lan functionality.
One last thing, not a shit application but is a shit service. If your computer's constantly overheating or just warm, you likely have Turboboost enabled. (Default setting that you can't change) If you want to be able to turn it off and drop your temps by like 40 degrees, in Regedit go to
(Note- This isn't the string copy paste from the reddit thread, this is mine that does the same thing. If my string doesn't work for you, check the reddit thread string. If that doesn't work either, you can follow the path and find it pretty easily. Probably has like, one letter of difference somewhere. The bits all start the same, though, so it's easy to find.)
and go to "attributes". Set the value from 1 to 2, and now in your advanced Power Plan settings in control panel, you'll be able to *see* turbo boost and turn it off.
It'll look like this, and in power options, a successful disabling of boost should look like this.
Turning off quick startup's also a good call, since that basically stops your restarts from actually shutting things down properly.
GOOD LUCK OUT THERE YALL. MAKE SURE TO CLEAN YOUR PC!
I would like to once again recommend to you all Winero Tweaker, a free program that lets you adjust a bunch of windows settings with a single click instead of digging through 30 different setting screens and registry entries.
There's well over a hundred settings, here's just a few of them:
(sorry the classic taskbar option no longer works with current windows 11 version)
Fair warning: This is a powerful tool which means it can also do some damage if you don't know what you're doing, but every setting comes with an extensive explanation, as you can see in the Ads and unwanted apps screenshot.
This tool will even turn windows 11 from a bloated mess into a (more or less, this tool isn't magic) usable operating system.
