#blue rain

[inkrrred]

Rahu

#rahu path to nowhere #rahu #path to nowhere #ptn #ptn rahu #fanart #illustration #blue rain

[nakamorijuan]

アンディ & 松木美音 - ブルー・レイン ANDY & Mine Matsuki - BLUE RAIN Kiko Soseiki MOSPEADA - Ending Theme

#el.nakamori #El Nakamori #MOSPEADA #Blue Rain #ANDY & Mine Matsuki #Mine Matsuki #アンディ & 松木美音 - ブルー・レイン #アンディ & 松木美音 #ブルー・レイン #アンディ #松木美音 #ANDY #Kiko Soseiki MOSPEADA #Genesis Climber MOSPEADA #機甲創世記モスピーダ #モスピーダ #JPOP #JMUSIC #ANISON #アニメソング

[translatedvixx]

[Lyrics] VIXX (Leo) - Blue Rain

With the sound Of unexpected rainfall Before I realize it You quietly fall in my heart

The more I try to color in Our crooked, faded names The more it all just tears apart Why is it so twisted?

The falling rain Is just like us In the end It all scatters apart

You threw it all away And I return alone Soaked through By the memories that fell

With the eyes of that heart forever closed At some point even the sky lost its light And settled into the dark stillness Because we’re sad as we coldly fall

You can break That cliff by yourself Now I just need to cast you away And forget everything

The things we saw and felt All amount to nothing I can let it slip by without looking for it

You were always my umbrella Sheltering me But now you're the rain And I'm getting cold

But it's almost like you're beside me And I hold you one last time

The falling rain Is just like us In the end It all scatters apart

You threw it all away And I return alone Soaked through By the memories that fell

아무 예고도 없이 쏟아지는 빗소리에 내 마음속에 넌 조용히 내려 그렇게 나조차 모르게

삐뚤어져버린 우리 색이 바래진 이름에 칠하면 할수록 더 찢겨져만 가 뒤엉켜버린 건 왜일까

내리는 비가 꼭 우릴 닮아 결국에 전부 흩어지니까

너는 다 버리고 떨어진 기억에 온통 젖어 나 혼자서 되돌아가

하염없이 감기는 그 마음의 눈에 저 하늘도 어느새 빛을 잃어 어두워진 적막 속에 앉아 차갑게 내리는 우리가 슬퍼서

홀로선 절벽 깨져도 돼 이제 널 던져 다 잊으면 돼

보이고 느끼던 모든 걸 사실은 없던 일로 찾지 않고 흘려보내도 돼

언제나 우산이 되어 그 속에 날 숨겨주던 너라는 의미가 이제는 비가 되어 차가워져

그래도 조금은 곁에 있는듯해 마지막으로 널 안고

내리는 비가 꼭 우릴 닮아 결국에 전부 흩어지니까

너는 다 버리고 떨어진 기억에 온통 젖어 나 혼자서 되돌아가

#Blue Rain #Leo #Taekwoon #lyrics #VIXX #translation #Korean

[huong1952]

Matthew Wong (1984 - 2019) - Blue Rain

https://karmakarma.org/artists/matthew-wong/

#Matthew Wong #Blue Rain #karma gallery #blue #rain #trees #moon #house #woods #little house in the woods

[saturdaycampanella]

#blue rain #piano man op 9 #leo #jung taekwoon #vixx #kpop #2022

[lynne-monstr]

Writer’s Month Day 3: Gold

The King’s Avatar, Wei Chen, Fang Shijing, Blue Rain, background wc/fsj, time travel

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Wei Chen is still reeling when the golden glint of the trophy shines directly into his eyes. His teammates’ cheers fill the air, mixing with the deafening roar of the crowd. The strobe lights flash, but they aren’t bright enough to drown out the gold.

Elation turns to shock and then panic when the gold expands to fill his entire vision.

And then, with a single blink and a tug somewhere around his knees, it’s over. Wei Chen is alone in a cool, dark room, eerily silent after the roar of the crowd. His ears are still ringing, or maybe it’s the hum of the old computer at his desk.

His desk?

“...you even listening to me?”

The familiar voice nearly sends him toppling out of his chair, which is all kinds of messed up because he never sat down. He was just standing on the stage, grinning his face off after pulling off the impossible. Team Happy did it, they won. His old dream of winning a championship, finally made real.

A hand snapping in front of his eyes snaps him back to whatever strange reality he’s found himself in. He follows the hand up towards the person it belongs to—

And stares. His eyes have adjusted to the weak lighting, and what he thought was a shadow has coalesced into a person. And oh, good, the creepy disembodied voice wasn’t a hallucination.

“Shijing, is that you? What the fuck are you doing here.” He jumps at his own voice. Fuck, he hasn’t been this raspy since he was a kid in his twenties who still chain smoked.

A kid in his twenties.

No. Hell no. No fucking way, miss him with that shit. Wei Chen has read enough trashy comics to see where this is going, and he’s too old for this time travel shit. But the small printed date in the bottom corner of his computer monitor glares at him like the world's tiniest middle finger.

He pushes out of his chair and shakes his fist at the ceiling. “Nope. No way, send me back. I wanna touch my trophy, you bastards.”

The ceiling doesn’t answer but Fang Shijing does. “Are you drunk?” The look on his face is a combination of concern and exasperation, so familiar that Wei Chen has to clench his hands until all he can think about is the blooming crescents of pain in his palms.

Fang Shijing looks exactly like he remembers, with his clean-cut hair and clean cut face, his perpetually resigned expression whenever he thinks Wei Chen is slacking. Or about to get in a fight. Another old memory rises to the surface. For someone so uptight and proper, Fang Shijing could do the most obscene things with his tongue.

“I’m not drunk,” Wei Chen scuffs his feet to buy himself time. What the hell is he supposed to say to someone he walked away from eight years ago?

No, not walked away. Abandoned. Like the rest of Blue Rain.

If Wei Chen wasn’t a complete asshole, he would have contacted Fang Shijing when he got himself dragged out of retirement by Glory’s most obnoxious pest. Chalk it up to one more regret in a sea of mistakes.

I’m sorry, is on the tip of his tongue but technically none of that has happened yet. “I’m…”

Fang Shijing puts a hand on his arm. “There’ll be other matches. Don’t let it get you down.”

It all comes rushing back. This office, the familiar smell of old cigarettes, Fang Shijing sitting beside him as they talk through the strengths and weaknesses of their opponents and their classes. Fuck, Wei Chen has missed this.

He’s so caught up in a net of useless nostalgia that it takes him a moment to connect the year on the computer with Fang Shijing’s words. The date is familiar but he can’t place it. Eventually he blows the dust off his memories and remembers that, unless this is some kind of championship-induced dream, this is Season Two and Blue Rain is in the playoffs. The Wei Chen of this time had just come from a match. He’d been beaten badly, he remembers, his performance steadily declining as the season progressed.

Wei Chen looks down at his hands. They’re less lined than he remembers, a few less scars from when he’d fumbled his lighter while drunk. A laugh bubbles up in his chest that he doesn’t try to hide. He used to think he was so old. What a joke. The Wei Chen of this time was twenty-two, barely a kid himself. Fuck, who the hell let him be in charge of a team at that age? No wonder he fucked up so badly.

He shrugs, but doesn’t shake off Fang Shijing’s hand. “I’ll get ‘em next time,” he says, calling up his usual bluster.

And really, it’s just his luck to get royally screwed right when he finally achieved his greatest dream. Life has always enjoyed screwing him, he may as well bend over and enjoy the ride.

He looks towards the large window in his office, into the training room where a much younger Yu Wenzhou is sitting alone among the crowd of players, staring intently at his computer behind thick glasses. A wave of—Wei Chen doesn’t know what to call it—a wave of something clenches tight around his ribs and he fights the urge to march over there and tell that kid how good he is, how great he’s going to be.

Or maybe he should close his office door and get a firsthand reminder of all the things he and Fang Shijing used to do behind closed doors. Nothing like a good fuck to put off the tough decisions he doesn’t want to make. He shakes himself out of the thought. Nice to know that after all these years, he’s still the same asshole.

An uncomfortable thought hits him that, unless the weird gold thing comes back, he’s stuck here in the past. The thought of having to do all that crap over again makes his stomach churn. What’s he supposed to do, win a quick championship so he can go back home? Is this how that bastard Ye Xiu got to be so good—was he getting tossed through time every time he won?

The implications make his head spin. Wei Chen suddenly misses him, misses Happy Internet Cafe and its cheerful decor. He’s gotten used to it, the place and the people. He hadn’t realized he’d taken it all for granted until it was gone.

His eyes roam around the room, searching for a distraction. And fall once again on Yu Wenzhou. His replacement, who took Blue Rain to greater heights than Wei Chen ever could.

“What do you think of him?” he asks Fang Shijing, gesturing with his chin.

“Yu Wenzhou?” Fang Shijing frowns. “You aren’t thinking of dropping him, are you? He’s trying so hard to keep up.”

The strangeness hits Wei Chen all over again. No one talks about Yu Wenzhou like that, not anymore.

Another thought decks him like a sucker punch. Maybe this isn’t a cosmic fuckup. Maybe it’s a gift. Wei Chen doesn’t know how he got here or what he’s supposed to do. He knows what’s supposed to happen. He still remembers being blindsided by the kid he thought had no future in Blue Rain. The burn of humiliation is still seared into his brain, even after all these years.

And fuck, that’s today. The fucking date. No wonder it was familiar.

Yu Wenzhou won’t be able to beat him this early, not if Wei Chen is ready for him. The petty part of himself wants to use this knowledge to his advantage. The rest of him wants to kick his own ass for even thinking it. Wei Chen might be a dirty-playing bastard, but even he knows that what’s about to happen is a turning point for not just Yu Wenzhou, but for Blue Rain. For everyone.

What the fuck is he supposed to do with this? The championship trophy already feels far away, the immediacy of Blue Rain pushing against his senses and his memory.

Amidst the bustle of practice, Huang Shaotian sits in the center of the training room surrounded by a fawning crowd of people. Even from a distance, Wei Chen can see his mouth working at light speed, always talking, always moving. It’s a stark contrast to the way he looked at Wei Chen when they met in person for the first time in so many years.

An opportunity, that’s what this is. A chance to not fuck things up. Wei Chen can do this, he can do right by his old team. And when the time comes, he can still find Happy, the group of misfits who have become another family to him. He can commiserate with Wu Chen and be goaded into ridiculous shit by Baozi and watch Qiao Yifan be so earnest it hurts. Why shouldn’t Wei Chen get to have it both ways?

Inspiration strikes, golden bright in his mind. Playing by the book is for suckers, hasn’t he always known that? If you can’t get things the honest way, you play dirty.

“Should I be concerned?” Fang Shijing breaks him out of his thoughts. “I know that look on your face. Don’t think I’ve forgotten all the bars that look has gotten us kicked out of.”

“I’m older and wiser now,” Wei Chen says, laughing at his own stupid joke. He grabs Fang Shijing’s wrist and steps out from behind his desk. “Come on, I wanna show you something.”

Plastering an obnoxious grin on his face, he leads them out of the office towards the group of players.

“Who wants a game,” Wei Chen announces, stepping into the training room.

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Part Two

#the king's avatar #wei chen #blue rain #fang shijing #WritersMonth2022 #lynne writes fic #this is one of those ideas that i know i wouldn't be able to pull off in longfic form #and this was the perfect excuse to finally write it #spoilers for the end of the novel if you haven't read it #qzgs spoilers

[thekingsavatar-liveaction]

2019-07-24 电视剧全职高手 (TKA TV Drama) weibo update

#team blue rain #blue rain #yu wenzhou #huang shaotian #gao hanyu #jiang long #the king's avatar #the king's avatar live action #tka live action #quan zhi gao shou #s: weibo official tka tv drama account #*

[kdreamsound]

#fin.k.l #blue rain #fine killing liberty #1st album #1998 #kpop #pop ballad #soul #s: downbeat #m: sorrow #k: faves #songs #music #audio

[iliuetssttip]

"You're a different kind of beautiful

The kind that makes me scared"

#blue #blue aesthetic #blue rain #rain #SoundCloud

[zegalba]

Mi-Young Choi: Enlightenment (2013)

#Mi-Young Choi #Enlightenment #art #paintings #blue #rain #water #sky #clouds #nature #2013

[vynnyal]

Some comics

#rain world #comic #rw hunter #five pebbles #spearmaster #rivulet #artificer #First one is back when I first started to learn how play the game seriously #And was super jumpy about enemies because of it. Kept killing things before our buddy had the chance to try #I'm better now lmfao but it was still funny #Also I never draw riv the same way twice. Literally #I just choose a random pink purple and blue #Hope it works out #art

[lionfloss]

by K-Abe

#nature #photography #water #rain #forest #lake #pond #emerald #teal #blue #trees #woods #nature photography #fairycore #naturecore #dark #stormy #curators on tumblr

[amenalyme]

NO NOT THE BEES

#rain world #rain world art month #rw art month #rain world fanart #rw fanart #rain world art #rw art #rain world slugcat #rw slugcat #slugcat #rw lizard #rain world lizard #blue lizard #art #digital art #fanart #farm arrays #rw blue lizard

[sylph--scope]

mspaint thangs

#doodle tag #rain world downpour #rain world #rw rivulet #rivulet #rw spearmaster #spearmaster #sm is based on a porcupine and riv is a blue glaucus ! (and a clown a little bit)

[spotsupstuff]

day 6

all love to Martini and Procyon (the blue)

#rw #rw art month #rain world #oc tag #rw ancients #rw red lizard #rw orange lizard #rw blue lizard #oc: three sparrows #oc: cedalion #good lord the tags for the lizards exist what the hell... -confusion in pre-DP fan- back in my day *nsh* didnt have a tag.. #philosophy sessions au #my art

[lynne-monstr]

Writer’s Month Day 11: Swim

The King’s Avatar, Yuhuang, Blue Rain, silly fluff

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Huang Shaotian isn’t much of a swimmer. He knows how to do it (he’s even pretty good at it) but it’s way too boring. How is he supposed to use his trash talk to win races if every time he opens his mouth, he gets a face full of water.

So when Blue Rain heads to the pool one weekend for some much needed downtime, Huang Shaotian lays his towel out on a lounge chair and doesn’t make a move to cannonball into the water with the rest of the team.

“Huang Shao, are you hiding? Come swim. Don’t be scared, we’ll protect you!” Xu Jingxi splashes a handful of water his way, but it barely reaches his toes.

Huang Shaotian lets loose a volley of taunts about Xu Jingxi’s aim, his arm strength, and his general inferiority compared to Huang Shaotian’s excellent athletic skills.

From his place floating in the water, Zheng Xuan lowers his sunglasses and sighs at their newest teammate. “Leave him be. You’ll figure it out soon enough.”

“He’s right.” Song Xiao says, strapping on a pair of goggles and shaking out his arms. “You could be a little less subtle, you know,” he adds, raising his voice to make sure Huang Shaotian can hear him. Without waiting for an answer, he dives under the water. The shadow of him glides smoothly across the pool, rippling below the surface.

“Is anyone going to explain what that means?” Xu Jingxi asks, but all he gets is sympathetic glances and mumbling about the poor innocent rookie who needs to learn things the hard way.

At that moment, Yu Wenzhou walks out from the changing area, a towel slung over one shoulder and a tshirt in one hand. His bathing suit is a plain blue, riding low on his hips. He waves to the team, who all wave back.

In his lounge chair, Huang Shaotian perks up.

“Here we go,” Zheng Xuan mutters, and flips himself over so he’s floating face down in the water.

“Captain, Captain, over here!” Huang Shaotian waves and shouts, despite the pool area being mostly empty except for the team. He licks his lips, and there’s nothing subtle about the way his eyes rake over Yu Wenzhou’s chest and abs. “Did you put on sunscreen yet? It’s okay if you didn’t, I’ll do it for you.” He practically knocks himself over fishing for the tiny bottle of sunscreen in his backpack before holding it aloft like he’s just won the championship trophy.

Yu Wenzhou smiles indulgently and sits down on Huang Shaotian’s chair, angling himself away so Huang Shaotian can get at his back. “Okay, Shaotian.”

His very muscular back, Xu Jingxi notes. Who knew the captain had so many muscles? “Ah,” he says, mostly to himself because the rest of the team has suddenly decided they’d much rather be underwater. “That explains it.”

When Huang Shaotian instructs Yu Wenzhou to turn around and lay down so he can put lotion on Yu Wenzhou’s chest, Xu Jingxi decides that he too would rather be swimming.

#the king's avatar #WritersMonth2022 #yuhuang #tka fanfic #have i mentioned my plan to write ridiculous plotless things for this challenge #how fun for me #lynne writes fic #yu wenzhou #huang shaotian #blue rain