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mintaka14 · 3 years

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This is a bit of something that got in my way while I was working on the ML ballet AU. Turns out I still have a grain or two of Lila salt in me. Quickspinner’s Out of Your League (from the All That Remains collection) needs the credit for a bit of backstory that I had in mind here. And yes, this is Lukanette. Always.

Lila wasn’t above using her mother’s sense of guilt to her own advantage. She also had no problem with feeding that guilt. A few sighs and teary comments when her mother (yet again) had to cancel on Lila to deal with something at the embassy, or a subtle reminder about all the times Lila had been left on her own in their apartment was all grist to the mill, and Lila had to admit that it had paid off in a big way this time.

Her mother had pulled every string and favour at her disposal for Lila’s birthday party, and Jagged Stone himself was going to be putting in an appearance. Lila was jubilant.

She watched the ballroom at the embassy – how her mother had managed that one Lila didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care – filling up with her classmates and everyone she’d ever met, and she allowed herself a satisfied smile.

Of course, Marinette wasn’t there. Lila had had an enjoyable month of it, tormenting the goody-two-shoes over it, and the beautiful part was that no one had even caught a hint of what she was really doing. She hadn’t been so crass as to leave Marinette out of the party invitations, oh no! She had handed the girl a gilt-edged invite with her most charming, and insincere, smile as she made a point of telling Marinette how much she hoped that Marinette would be there. Their classmates had eaten it up with a spoon, falling all over Lila to tell her how generous and forgiving she was, given the way Marinette had been so hostile to her, and all the while Lila had smiled sweetly and watched Marinette twist in the trap.

If Marinette begged off the party, she was the bad guy for refusing Lila’s olive branch. If Marinette came, then Lila won, and she would get to watch Marinette swallow her pride and suffer all night, or crack and create drama. Either way, it was all good, and Lila had had fun making little digs and comments about the party in front of Marinette for the weeks leading up to it.

As Lila accepted everyone’s tributes and praise, greeting each new arrival with becoming diffidence and subtly trying to gauge the worth of each gift that they piled on the table at the entrance, she came to the conclusion that Marinette had decided not to put in an appearance. Her smile grew wider.

“Lila!” Alya had arrived, and swept her into a hug, surveying the ballroom, and the tables of food, with an impressed eye. Behind her, Nino grinned and bobbed his head in greeting. “Amazing party, girl. And I can’t believe you got Jagged Stone to come!”

Lila gave her a modest smile. “It’s all about who you know, and Jagged was more than happy to come when he heard it was for my birthday.” She looked around as if searching for something, and made her eyes wide and hopeful. “Did… did Marinette come with you?”

Alya shifted uncomfortably. “Er… Marinette couldn’t make it. But she asked me to wish you a happy birthday.”

Oh, no, she didn’t, Lila thought, suppressing the smirk that pulled at the corners of her mouth. Alya, you liar.

She forced her face into a sorrowful pout with just the right touch of hurt. “It’s okay. It would have been nice if we could put aside whatever this grudge is that Marinette has against me just for once, but I guess not…”

Alya and Nino smiled awkwardly. And then her mother touched her arm, a harried expression on her face as she drew Lila away out of earshot for a moment.

“Lila, sweetheart, there’s some bad news,” her mother said anxiously, and Lila felt her smile slip a little. “We’ve just had word that Jagged Stone had to cancel at the last minute.”

“What do you mean, Jagged Stone cancelled?” Lila almost shrieked. A few heads turned towards them, and Lila brought herself back under control before they could overhear. “Mama, you need to fix this. Get him back!”

“Sweetheart, I can’t. His agent said it was unavoidable, and they’re paying the late cancellation fine in the contract. At this late notice I can’t get anyone else to come instead.”

Lila let her eyes fill with tears – she’d practised tearing up in front of her mirror, but in this case the tears were very real.

“Mama,” she insisted, and the harried lines on her mother’s face deepened.

“You’ll still have a lovely party,” her mother said weakly. “The food is wonderful, and you still have the DJ for entertainment.”

“But I told everyone that Jagged Stone was coming!”

“I’m so sorry, darling.” Her head turned towards the doorway, where an aide was waving a phone at her. “I have to go take this call.”

The moment that her mother had turned away, Lila’s mouth pinched with anger and frustration, and she barely stopped herself from stamping her foot.

“Hey girl, is everything okay?”

She heard Alya’s voice call out to her, and she smoothed out her face, spinning around with artificial enthusiasm. Several of their classmates were clustered behind Alya, and she turned a smile on them as well.

“So,” Alya continued, “we’re all really excited! When’s Jagged getting here?”

Lila gave a moue of only slightly exaggerated disappointment.

“Can you believe it?” she sighed, one hand fluttering up to her chest. “Jagged had to cancel. It was last minute, and I’m so worried it’s because that awful throat condition of his has flared up again.” Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh no! You can’t tell anyone about it, no one is supposed to know, but that was why he couldn’t do the zoom call with the class last month like he’d promised.”

There was a ripple of sympathy and concern through her classmates, but then Alix made a sceptical noise at the back of the group.

“Throat condition? But you said it was sunspot interference with the internet connection.”

“No, I was trying to keep his throat problems secret-“

“It was Clara Nightingale you said had a serious throat condition, and that was why she had to cancel helping out with the charity auction like she’d told you,” Alix interrupted.

“No, that was Jagged-“

“If recall accurately,” Max spoke up, “and I do, Clara Nightingale had the throat condition. I could have Markov replay the conversation,” he added helpfully, and Lila spun around in dismay.

“No, that’s not-“

“There have been a lot of cancellations,” Alix said in growing suspicion. Lila could see the faces around her registering confusion, and there was a growing murmur as her classmates tallied things up. She had to stop this before they came to the realisation that…

“What about that interview you promised me with Ladybug?” Alya was asking her, her voice sharp. “The one that got cancelled because of an akuma, except I could never find anything about that akuma, and you never rescheduled. And that meeting that Nino was supposed to have with that director?”

Nino wasn’t saying anything, his face hidden by his cap as he stared at the floor. The muttering was growing louder now as more people were working things out and the number of promises mounted up.

“Oh my god,” Juleka mumbled behind the fall of her streaked black and purple hair. “He was right.”

“Who?” Rose asked, but Alix was talking again before Juleka could answer.

“You didn’t need to fib about Jagged Stone being here to get us to come to your party, Lila,” Alix said as the expressions turned to disgust and disbelief.

“But I didn’t!” Lila protested, and for once she had been telling the truth. “I swear, Jagged really was coming. You have to believe me!”

“I said it was a bit hinky that Jagged Stone would have agreed to play a teenage party like this,” Alix told the group around her.

“I’m not lying!” Lila insisted, her voice growing shrill as the expressions turned to disgust and disbelief. “He did a signing for Chloe.”

“Yeah, well, that’s Chloe, and the mayor himself roped him into that.”

“But my mother works for the embassy! And I saved his kitten!”

Again, Alix snorted, and Alya had her arms folded now, frowning.

“You know, I couldn’t find anything about that online, or about Jagged even having a kitten. The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I believed that in the first place.”

“You believed Marinette,” she couldn’t help the slight snarl at that name, “when she said she designed stuff for Jagged and he came to her house.”

“But she didn’t say that,” Nino pointed out. “We saw all of that for ourselves. But now I think about it, I haven’t seen anything that proves you’ve even met him.”

“But I have! He really was coming, and he was going to sing Happy Birthday to me! He just had to cancel.”

“Sure, Lila.”

After all the stories Lila had spun, and the lies and embellishments, how could it be the truth that they refused to believe? The group drifted away from her while Lila stared after them in open-mouthed shock. She was left in a spreading circle of isolation at her own party.

The only person who acknowledged her existence was the tall boy with the blue hair over near the buffet table. Lila frowned, trying to work out where she knew him from. He was older than her class, and the ripped jeans and scruffy hoodie were out of place among the smartly dressed guests, but he looked familiar, and what was he doing at her party anyway? He raised the vol au vent in his hand in an unsmiling salute.

Lila made her way over to him.

“Now, where do I know you from?” she asked with an attempt at coyness, in spite of the fury still seething through her at her classmates’ revolt. His expression didn’t change.

“We’ve met before. I’m Juleka’s brother, Luka.”

Juleka’s brother. Marinette. She had a sudden memory of the steps outside the school and an older boy with blue hair and a guitar slung over his back, coolly warning her about what would happen if she messed with Marinette or his sister. Her eyes narrowed.

He said, “I just wanted to say Happy Birthday, and I’m sorry to hear that Jagged fell through on you.”

“Jagged?” Lila sucked in a breath at that. “What do you know about Jagged Stone?”

“You underestimated Marinette,” the blue-haired boy said calmly. “It’s all about who you know, isn’t that what you said, Lila? It’s all about connections. Except Marinette’s are real.”

She let out a smothered shriek.

“Marinette did this! How could she-“

Luka was shaking his head. “Marinette didn’t do a thing. She’s been trying so hard to take the high road, and she’s not vindictive. I did warn you, though, what would happen if you threatened someone I care about again – just because I don’t want to play your kind of games doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t.”

“Then you turned them all against me! You-“

“I didn't even need to do that,” Luka said, and gave her an infuriatingly composed smile. “In the end, all I really needed to do was tell my dear old dad how you treated his favourite designer. I didn’t even have to bend the truth to do it, and the music just played from there.”

Lila’s mouth fell open. “Jagged Stone… is your father?!”

“Surprised the hell out of me, too,” Luka muttered, and finished the pastry he was holding. He dusted the crumbs off his hands.

“Connections,” Luka said, and shoved himself away from the table. “I have them too, and I’m more than willing to use them for Marinette’s sake. Thank you for the lovely party.”

He gave her a little wave and walked away, leaving her standing there in the ruins of her reputation.

#Lila salt #Lukanette endgame

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youranxiousnerd · 3 years

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The Field Trip Thoughts

Because there is a lot of them

Spoilers for HSMTMS Below

First off, Gina and Ej are adorable. I don’t ship Portwell romantically but I adore their friendship

I’m sorry Ej is the president of the AV club?!?!?! He’s been a part of the club for, what, like two weeks? Go big or go home I guess

I love Nini’s outfit

RICKY USE YOUR EYES!!!

i see that a common theme this season is Ricky not being able to see what is right in front of him.

I know Ricky is going through stuff. I’m a firm supporter of the Ricky needs therapy campaign.

Gp better be Ej’s contact name for Gina or I will riot

“Are you announcing the fall musical, I vote Dear Evan Hansen.”

two evans and possibly a third #joeserafiniforevan

YA KOURT IS STILL ON COSTUME CREW WE STAN AN ACTOR/TECHIE

“SPEECH SPEECH”

i love dara’s laugh

“Can you not keep your phone on silent in rehearsal like everyone else?” “’Sorry, everyone’, is what Carlos would say if he were more like me.”

I smell tension. They seem kind of tense this episode. I don’t know where it came from, there wasn’t really any build up bc thats how seblos rolls. Like they were completely fine last episode. Maybe Seb is just fed up or something happened off screen?

im just happy we’re getting seblos content lmao

“Terrible line”

“Oh my god is your phone hungry i don’t understand.”

In the “previously on HSMTMTS” segment in episode 5, Carlos mentioned he was slightly scared to be on stage. he seems so effing stressed and irritated this episode more than usual. Carlos for the love of god talk to your boyfriend and eat a snickers.

I think the North High stuff has gone to his head.

GAHH SEB’S COSTUME

okay carlos honey i love you but how can do you know north high stole your beast mask because a bit of fur is sticking out of a trunk. they have fur too.

guys look around the room first it could have fallen but nOoOo you assume they committed a felony right off the back.

“Let it go” the kids of east high did not in fact let it go.

I AM DIANE AND I LOVE NORTH HIGH

yes, bring the loudest kids in the school to go steal something, thats an excellent idea.

and bring the kid who cant lie for sh!t im talking about you seb

RICHARD BOWEN YOU DO NOT SCREAM YOUR SCHOOL NAME IN THE ENEMY SCHOOL WTF

Carlos looks so done with everyone I feel you man, i feel you

north high looks more like pottery barn than an actual high school. Seriously, who or what is funding this place?

Miss Jenn: tells the kids to let it go and not go steal the mask.

Also Miss Jenn: goes to north high

GET AWAY FROM GINA YOU MFER

ej is wearing the gayest shirt in history how does that north high boy believe they’re dating

nice save, ej.

the faking dating was one of the best scenes of the episode.

AWWW EJ

im so happy gina is finally getting the attention she deserves. like i said earlier, i dont ship portwell but gina needs friends and ashlyn and ej are some pretty good friends. they have her back and that’s what i think gina needs.

LILY IS EVIL BUT SHE LOOKS GOOD DOING IT

kourtney darling lower your voice youre on a heist not shopping for shoes

nini you have done nothing for this heist why are you here?

for the record, i don’t hate nini, but shes probably one of my least favorite characters. i liked her in episode 6 and season 1 tho.

the main kids all share one braincell they didn’t check the box where they originally thought the mask was.

“I want one”

Wow, you guys got caught. Between the Wildcats, loud voices, and large crew I would have never guessed.

SEB’S FACE WHEN NORTH FINDS THEM IM DYING.

The aggressiveness of Antoine’s french is killing me.

zacky roy what are you doing?

LILY AND THE FLASHLIGHT

carlos getting fired up

“fugly” dramatic gasp

“Oh yeah, what if we bop to the top” I HAVE WAITED 17 EPISODES FOR MEAN/AGGRESSIVE/ANGRY SEB IT WAS WORTH IT

GO OFFF SEBBY

carlos’ “honey calm tf down” face

“honey no” “honey yes”

East High is confused by a dance off (so am i) but then preform a musical number to save their teacher from getting fired complete with original a original song and dance

“That’s weird even for me”

LILY DONT YOU EFFING DARE INSULT ASHLYN I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

“She’s better than this” Next scene is Miss. Jenn dancing with the enemy

Around you is my least favorite song of the season. That being said, the singing is good

RICKY LOOK THE OTHER WAY

“Tom Holland on stilts”

“That man is ridiculous and you should dump him and date me” ANTOINE THAT IS A HORRIBLE THING TO SAY BUT ITS SO FUNNY

i love antoine

dj antoine in the house!

“I knew you all didn’t like the Mob Song”

“What kind of budget” THANK YOU KOURTNEY

nini straight up said “see ya”

how is no one questioning why someone is in costume? didn’t lily say no costumes?

also how is howie beast playing guitar with those gloves?

YAY KOURTNEY

ANDREW BARTH FELDMAN EVERYONE

seb really said “go get em babe”

CARLOS POP OFF

i love how frankie was singing in his lower range or it was just autotune

ASHLYN I LOVE YOU YASSSSS

nice save, antoine. do i ship? idk, but it was cute.

mob song was good. the solos were pretty good as well as the dancing but the background track...not my style. it was enjoyable tho.

SALTY BIG RED

“No, Nini’s Rose Song.”

im so glad they addressed why the rose song cant be used. its a really good song and olivia sings it perfectly but it doesn’t make sense for the plot and you cant alter text.

“Ej you had one job”

nini really likes leaving

Zack you are an adult it is high school theater not the World Series

“it’s just a song, ricky” I think you kinda, ya know wasn’t “just a song”. Out of the Old wasn’t “just a song”. All I want wasn’t “just a song”. How is Rose Song any different?

gina and ej goofing off is awesome

seb and carlos being the theater dads watching over their children

ope- howie turn your phone off

carlos and seb really said “bye, have fun” THEY BOLTED

ummm...yeah

you can see how much howie regretted in that moment

“I’m Nina” ooo interesting is she going to go by Nina now?

Overall, I really enjoyed the episode. The stakes are high and I’m glad the other relationships are getting screen time. The balance was good this week, I wish it was like this every week. My only issue is how underdeveloped the plot was this episode, but beside that it was pretty good.

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twst-headcanons · 4 years

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Hey! I was scrolling through some of your older posts and i found the band au one. I was really interested about it so maybe if you haven’t done it, could you do a continuation of it through hcs?

AUHROENFOSHDJNDKD WAIT OHMYGOD ANON THANK YOU IVE BEEN MEANING TO POST MORE STUFF I ALREADY HAVE PLENTY MORE WRITTEN ABOUT EACH SO I HOPE YOURE OK WITH ME POSTING THE BASIC BIOS

HEARTSLAYBUL

A band of five boys looking to enjoy the rest of their highschool experience together before moving on to the real world as adults.

Riddle Rosehearts; A junior at Night Raven, and the young heir to his mother's company. He wishes to do the best he can to take on her business once he graduates, though feels pressured to do so.

Trey Clover; A senior at Night Raven, and Riddle's childhood friend. He looks forward to having enjoyable moments with Riddle and the others before graduating and moving on to college.

Cater Diamond; A senior at Night Raven, and a generally easy-going and "people's person" type of guy with a need to make others around him smile. He thought joining a band might be a good way to promote his social media, and an overall nice change of pace.

Deuce Spade; A sophomore at Night Raven, and a former "bad boy", Deuce is looking to redeem himself so that he can have a pleasant and worry-free highschool experience.

Ace Trappola; A sophomore at Night Raven, and a bonafide flirt as well as an active troublemaker/class clown. He thought joining a band might garner him more attention from girls.

SAVANACLAW

A band of three boys looking to make a change, and their voices heard in the world. Struggling with different issues, they decided to come together to form a band.

Leona Kingscholar; A "super" senior at Night Raven, and the second-born son of a recently-deceased millionaire. Feels as if he was cheated out of his "rightful" inheritance, he hopes to vent his frustrations via music.

Ruggie Bucchi; A junior at Night Raven, and a lower-class student who was lucky to make it to the prestigious school in the first place. He joined Leona's band in hopes of getting famous and being able to give back to the struggling community he grew up in.

Jack Howl; A sophomore at Night Raven, he looks up to his seniors and hopes to support their efforts as best he can, and joins Leona's band to put his drumming skills to good use.

OCTAVINELLE

A band formed by three childhood friends hoping to promote the Monstro Lounge, a restaurant gifted to Azul by his parents. Found out that they enjoy performing together as a band, and decide to continue even after the Lounge gains traction.

Azul Ashengrotto; A junior at Night Raven, and a young yet passionate restaurant owner. He hopes to make it in the restaurant business, and formed a "temporary" band with Floyd and Jade to promote the Lounge.

Jade Leech; A junior at Night Raven, and childhood friend of Azul. He wishes the best for his friend, even if it means joining his band and working at his restaurant.

Floyd Leech; A junior at Night Raven, and childhood friend of Azul. A bit of a loose cannon and rather unpredictable, it was a miracle that he agreed to joining Azul's "temporary" band.

SCARABIA

A duo focused on sharing their culture with others, Kalim's only real goal being to make others smile while Jamil tries his best to keep him out of trouble.

Kalim Al-Asim; A junior at Night Raven, and a wealthy foreign-exchange student sent to attend with his servant, Jamil. He thought it would be fun to perform music and pick up an instrument, hoping to spread the joy his culture brings him to others.

Jamil Viper; A junior at Night Raven, and a fellow foreign-exchange student sent to watch over Kalim while they're overseas attending school. He decided to perform with Kalim as to make sure he wouldn't get in any trouble or messy situations, picking up an instrument as well.

POMEFIORE

A band of three boys formed by an agency with the goal of spreading Vil's influence as a celebrity. Clashing opinions oftentimes cause concern for the stability of their band in the long run.

Vil Schoenheit; A senior at Night Raven, and a famous model/social media influencer hoping to dip his feet and test the waters of the music industry. He demanded that the agency only pick him the "fairest" musicians to choose for his band.

Rook Hunt; A senior at Night Raven, as well as a friend and admirer of Vil's. He decided to pick up the bass in the past but never got serious with it until he heard that Vil was looking to form a band, and asked to join.

Epel Felmier; A sophomore at Night Raven, and a candidate hand-picked by Vil's agency. He hates the thought of being seen as fragile and "pretty", and started learning how to play the drums by Jack. He oftentimes has opinions differing from Vil's, and gets irritated easily by arguing with him.

IGNIHYDE

A pair of siblings hiding anonymously behind the alias of "Ignihyde", they work together as a DJ duo.

Idia Shroud; A senior at Night Raven and a textbook shut-in, he has a talent when it comes to technology, and secretly enjoys making his own music in his free time. Prefers to keep to himself, and is viewed as "the strange student", or even as "mysterious".

Ortho Shroud; A child attending the local middle school, he oftentimes comes after school in hopes of Idia opening up more around others. He was involved in an incident that left him missing a leg and needing a prosthetic, oftentimes joking that he's like a robot because of how the prosthetic is modeled. Asks Idia if he can sing for some of his songs, or at least help him with the instrumentals, even if the answer is usually an embarrassed "no".

DIASOMNIA

A band of four who've known eachother for most of their lives and act as family, and are hoping to stay with eachother for many more. They have decided to create slightly altered "personas" to act as onstage.

Malleus Draconia; A college student attending the local university his grandmother works at, in hopes of taking up her place as a professor once she retires as a means of "continuing her legacy", as Lilia jokingly phrases it. His "onstage persona" is a powerful mage and dragon fae who rules over a civilization.

Lilia Vanrogue; An older college student who never had the chance previously to attend, becoming a father and caretaker by the time he was fresh out of highschool. He used to play the bass, but had to prioritize taking care of Silver and Malleus over his own personal hobbies. He thought it might be fun to start a band with Malleus and Silver. His "onstage persona" is a vampire fae who acts as an advisor to the powerful dragon fae in power.

Silver Vanrogue; A junior at Night Raven, he's a rather sleepy and quiet individual who suffers from narcolepsy, even if it isn't immediately obvious. He's rather indifferent to the idea of being in a band with his father (and Malleus, who he somewhat views as an adoptive brother), and his "onstage persona" is that of a knight training to protect and serve the powerful dragon fae ruling over the faerie civilization.

Sebek Zigvolt; A sophomore at Night Raven, he's actually a rather shy and skittish boy when not acting as his onstage persona, though he's taken to adapting it into his regular behavior to fit his tall and intimidating stature. He decided to join his childhood friend, Silver, in Malleus' band, hoping to grow less shy and to impress Malleus, seeing him as an older brother figure. His "onstage persona" is a rather boisterious yet serious knight-in-training, hoping to live up to his master's expectations and more.

EXTRA INFO

- Night Ravens is a group formed by all seven main vocalists to perform a song for homecoming week, as per the request of the oh-so-generous Principal Crowley.

- No magic exists in this AU. Think of it as a sort of "spin-off" BanG Dream! universe.

- The Diasomnia boys still go by their names onstage, though they act differently according to their onstage personas.

- Each dorm name is their band name. For example, Octavinelle would perform regularly at the Monstro Lounge.

- Any boy that might have "strange" or non-human features are human. If they get body modifications (such as the twins with their teeth, perhaps) then they keep it, but Malleus doesn't have horns offstage, the Savanaclaw boys don't have animalistic features, the Octavinelle boys cannot turn into mermen (sea creatures?), and both Idia and Ortho have normal hair, even if it may be dyed.

- Ortho is a normal human boy, though he lost his left leg in a currently unspecified incident that might be delved into at a later point in time. All that will be currently mentioned is that Idia feels immense guilt and like he was the one responsible for it happening.

- In this AU, it isn't specified whether Silver is adopted or if he's Lilia's biological son. Malleus was put into Lilia's care as his parents couldn't be bothered to raise him/make the time to care for him and his grandmother is busy as a well-known and highly-regarded university professor.

- The setting that this AU takes place in is a city based in a country similar to the United States, and works on the United States school system. This is moreso for convenience on my end, though as it is unspecified it can be adapted to other school systems as needed.

- The faculty are all teachers at the school, though Sam runs an on-campus convenience store. Yuu is the insert character, and Grim is an online friend of Yuu who very conveniently happens to attend Night Raven as well.

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yukiobeyme · 3 years

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Your tattoo shop AU sounds cute! I’d love to hear more about it!!

I’m so sorry for how long this is, but thank you to you and @s8ncake , @asmos-pet , @aguacats , @dj-night-owl , @avellanna-world for enabling me to write and share this. I am putting it under the cut because it is extremely long, like way too long. I am so sorry.

So AciesGecko on Twitter Piercing Diavolo has been living in my mind rent-free and like Tattoo Shop! AU. Their @ here is the same but they suffered from me tagging them once but here is their tweet that inspired it ( x) (it can also be found on Tumblr here: x)

This was originally found on my Twitter but I have made edits and added more details to indulge everyone because I really like this idea. I don’t have any relationships in it, but it could easily have DiaLuci, Solomon/Asmodeus, and Barbatos/Simeon. I have this currently have Lucifer being Satan’s biological father and Lucifer is a single parent. But anyway now into the actual meat and enjoyment of this Tattoo Shop! AU

Welcome to Royal Art and Design (RAD) owned by Diavolo Rey. (It’s my default last name for Diavolo, in my modern DiaLuci fic his name is Diago and someone suggested Rey because it meant King in Spanish and so it’s just stuck.) Diavolo was supposed to take over his father’s company but fell in love with tattooing instead.

This caused major tension and Diavolo’s dad just thinks Diavolo is being rebellious and will one day realize his mistake and crawl back to his Dad but as Diavolo is in his late twenties to early thirties, Diavolo doesn’t regret the tattoo shop. Diavolo is covered with piercings and tattoos that he shows off constantly. Something that also upsets his father because it isn’t professional to have all those tattoos and piercings.

The shop’s main receptionist is Barbatos, a childhood friend of Diavolo. Barbatos’ family lived on the Rey’s property and were their butlers. Barbatos is about 10 years older than Diavolo but they are close friends and Barbatos would follow Diavolo anywhere. Barbatos has far fewer tattoos and piercings than Diavolo. Most of his tattoos are covered except for the ones on his hands.

Then you have the six “brothers”. They aren’t by blood but by choice. They all grew up in (and out of) the foster system.

The oldest is Lucifer, a renowned tattoo artist (honestly no one knows how Diavolo convinced Lucifer to work with him) Lucifer has a unique tattoo style, something that is sought after. Diavolo loved and adored Lucifer’s style and could recognize his work from a mile away. Diavolo begged and pleaded with Lucifer to work at his shop and was glad they came up with the agreement.

I haven’t decided yet but Lucifer is either covered in tattoos, that he always has covered. Long sleeve button-ups and long pants are a part of Lucifer’s everyday wear. Something Diavolo has told him isn’t necessary. OR Lucifer surprisingly has no tattoos but either way has his ears gauged and an eyebrow piercing and is constantly covered up. (I am leaning towards him being covered in tattoos)

Diavolo constantly compliments Lucifer’s skin and say how it would be a dream to tattoo because he is so pale. Any color would pop and look good and honestly, Diavolo is waiting and hoping for the day, Lucifer lets him tattoo Lucifer. (Spoiler Lucifer will probably let Diavolo tattoo a huge back piece)

Soon after getting out of foster care, Lucifer got a girl pregnant. He didn’t know until he was contacted. Saying how the mother had given up her rights to the child and he could either sign his rights way or take the child. Not wanting his kid in foster care, Lucifer adopted Satan.

So while Lucifer is in his late thirties Satan just turned 18 and is a walking contradiction. He already filled up one of his arms with tattoos and has plenty of piercings, he loves nothing more than to curl up and read books (he wears big chunky black glasses). Lucifer tried his best to be supportive of Satan wanting to get tattoos but also had to play the bad cop and make sure Satan understood how permanent they were and if he really wanted them.

Satan more or less just hangs out at the shop all the time, that he might as well work there too. He interested in Art and is hoping to attend college for it. Diavolo said if Satan wants to intern at RAD and be a tattoo artist all he had to do is say the word and Diavolo is willing to make it happen.

The second oldest of the “brothers” is Mammon. Mammon was more or less a pity case went it comes to getting his job at RAD. He got in and out of trouble and found himself in jail for a bit, gambling and tax fraud isn’t a good mix. During his time Mammon found himself getting prison tattoos and even taught himself how to tattoo. Something that honestly was encouraged because if it allowed him to have a skill he could use once he was out then it was a skill worth him learning.

Once Mammon was released, he found he still had a gambling problem. Lucifer allowed him to crash on his couch and Diavolo put him through the wringer but told Mammon if he could prove himself he earned himself a spot at RAD and Mammon passed with flying colors.

Mammon’s tattoos are old school and traditional but have a uniqueness to them because of where he learned his skill set. It’s also evident in how Mammon moves around the piece and even how he holds his equipment. Mammon isn’t a fan of piercings, “they hurt too much!” “You have tattoos on YOUR FACE!” He does have his tongue and septum pierced though.

Third is Leviathan, an otaku but has beautiful Japanese-style tattoos. Even went abroad to Japan to learn about tattooing. In between appointments you can find him either watching anime or playing some game on his phone. Levi had his tongue pierced for a bit but went ahead and committed to having his tongue split. Definitely talked Diavolo into having a fish tank and Levi own reptiles (Is this important to the story? Not really but good to know)

The fourth is Asmodeus. He is the head piercer at RAD and it shows. Asmodeus only has tattoos on his fingers and they are small dots, very minimalist. He also helps Barbatos with receptionist duties. Loves wearing crop tops to show off his belly ring. And flirts with everyone, mainly because it hard to be nervous when you have such a gorgeous person flirting with you.

Finally, the last two “brothers” are the only ones that are related. The twins, Beelzebub and Belphegor. Their style of tattoos are the complete opposite. While Beelzebub focuses on lots of colors, Belphegor works in black and white with maybe one or two colors. Beelzebub is really fit and has full sleeves on both arms and one leg. Belphegor has both hands tattooed and one-half sleeve. He has a hard time finding and committing to a tattoo design, so he waits until it’s perfect. He also is one of the only people Diavolo knows that can fall asleep while being tattooed, it’s quite impressive.

Then you have the current interns Solomon and Simeon (and MC if you want to include them) The application process was intense and it means something to be an intern at RAD because you are honestly learning from the best and learning multiple different styles and perspectives.

Solomon is learning how to pierce too if it’s because of the attraction to the head piercer well no one needs to know about that. While Simeon is strictly doing tattoos and focuses on traditional styles, nothing too modern and not too many colors/ complex colors; “You can’t use the color straight from the tube Simeon, that’s just not right!”

Simeon is the legal guardian to his godson Luke, who is constantly found at the shop too. Energetic and loves to draw then show it off to everyone. Simeon is a little old to be an intern but Diavolo took the chance with him. Something Lucifer disagrees with.

“Wasn’t he apart of your family at one point?” Diavolo asked at some point

“Yes, but he was adopted. We are brothers no more”. was Lucifer’s only response, and didn’t talk any further on the topic.

That’s all I have at this point, but it’s a lot and I just need it in my life. Someone help me do punk edits of the boys. Like maybe I’ll write a small piece on it eventually, but this could easily turn into a huge work that I don’t currently have the time to plan or write. Because tbh I would make DiaLuci a thing for sure, but add Simbarb and Solodeus just for fun or have them as a side relationship.

#obey me #yuki speaks #yuki rambles #Yuki Writes!#yuki writes #tattoo shop AU!#Please someone indulge me in something #im sorry how much I wrote #but you don't understand #I planned this all out at work #and that 6 hours of world building

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seagreen-meets-grey · 5 years

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When you’re close to me Ch. 2

After the realization hit her, it was impossible for Astrid to look at him the same way anymore. (Aka being a teenager and having a crush on your best friend is the best set-up for prom night.)

[Part 1: Revelations] [Part 2: Chicken Dance] [Part 3: Night Owls]

Crossposted on ao3 and ff.net

Astrid looked at herself in the mirror while she was brushing her teeth that night, a smile on her face that had been there constantly since lunch, since Hiccup and she had agreed to go to prom together, as friends.

It was when she spit out the rest of the toothpaste foam that it hit her. He hadn’t phrased the question specifying they only go as friends. She shook her head as if the physical motion could stop her mind from overthinking, which was usually Hiccup’s move – he was the overthinker, she was there helping out with common sense.

Astrid [10:59pm]: It’s not a date, right?

Hiccup [11:11pm]: we’re friends

It was more of a statement than an actual answer, but it was answer enough. It wasn’t a date and they would make sure of it in order to keep it from becoming awkward.

They decided that Astrid would pick him up instead of the other way around where the boy would stand at the door with a bouquet in his hands waiting for the girl to come down the stairs while her father gave him the intimidating dad talk. They agreed on no flowers and no dads. She was there at eight and texted him to come outside, and then she drove them to prom.

Fishlegs was the official photographer of the night. He insisted on the job and wouldn’t leave it to anyone else. He was head editor of the school paper and as such would provide one of the important sources. Which was why he was taking his job very seriously and wouldn’t let Hiccup and Astrid pass without taking their official prom portrait. They tried talking him out of it, but he was relentless.

Astrid rolled her eyes and stood in front of the camera, arms crossed and glaring. Hiccup came up next to her, standing close enough that their arms touched and she could smell his cologne, which flustered her for a moment. It was somehow simultaneously grounding and disarming.

He told her to smile, his voice so close to her ear that it gave her goosebumps. She met his eyes and the camera went off with a flash. Hiccup put an arm around her shoulders and she casually leaned into him, the corners of her mouth curling into a grin on their own accord. The camera flashed a second time and Fishlegs was finally pleased.

Hiccup pulled her along, his hand burning on her bare arm, leaving it tingling when he let go.

The gym at Berk High was almost unrecognizable. Lights hung everywhere, a disco ball was suspended from the ceiling, colorful flashes were dancing over the floor. There were a few tables with drinks and snacks, seating accommodations here and there, and a big dancefloor in the middle of the hall. A DJ had set up his gear on a desk in a corner, music was blaring through large speakers, and the dancefloor was already full of students.

“Welcome to the jungle,” Astrid heard a familiar voice behind her say.

“We’ve got fun and games,” another equally familiar voice joined in.

The twins Ruffnut and Tuffnut appeared, matching grins on their faces.

“We got everything you want, honey, we know the names.”

“We are the people that can find whatever you may need,” Tuffnut finished and made an exaggerated bow.

Astrid crossed her arms. “You didn’t spike anything, did you?”

“We? Never.” Hiccup gave her a look that clearly said he didn’t believe them either. “Anyway, if you two need anything – and I mean anything – you know where to find us.” With that, Tuff winked at them and disappeared into the crowd, his sister by his side.

“Someone should keep an eye on them,” Hiccup mused and Astrid wholeheartedly agreed. Judging from the look on the twins’ faces, something was clearly to go awry tonight.

The party itself turned out to be better than Astrid had anticipated. The music wasn’t awful, there were no overprotective parents playing chaperone, people weren’t showing up drunk and it seemed like the twins had not done anything to the drinks (which made her a little suspicious, but she chose not to dwell on that, for the sake of her enjoyment of the night so far).

Hiccup was right next to her most of the time. Sometimes their elbows would touch and make her all the more aware of him. She would brush her bangs out of her face and look away to hide the almost constant blush that heated up her cheeks and ears. Heather winked at her every single time which Astrid always answered with a glare.

Snotlout tried asking her to dance every time a slow song came on, but she kept shutting him down. From the corner of her eye, she could see Hiccup frown at him in an annoyed fashion. But not a single time did he ask her himself.

Tuffnut, however, did. That was, he didn’t exactly ask but simply pulled her onto the dancefloor with him. It wasn’t a slow dance and Astrid knew there were no deeper intentions there, so she let him twirl her around in an extravagant fashion until she felt dizzy.

“Snotlout doesn’t even know how to dance,” he yelled in her ear over the loud music. “And Hiccup’s too chicken to even keep eye contact with you, so your best friend Tuffnut will show you how to have a good time.”

“Thanks, Tuffnut,” she said when the song ended. He bowed and placed a kiss on her hand.

“Anytime, my fair Astrid, anytime. Hey, I love this song!” With that, he threw his head back and his hands up, yelled along to the music and started to jump and spin around. The students around him quickly moved away from him so they didn’t get hit by his flailing limbs. Soon enough, a circle formed around him while he banged his head and danced in true Tuffnut fashion.

On her way back to her friends, Astrid saw Heather talking to Hiccup somewhere off to the sides. He rubbed his neck with one hand, and she could swear there was a blush on his nervous face. When Astrid reached them, Heather winked at her and disappeared into the crowd.

Hiccup wouldn’t look at her directly when she came to stand next to him. “So, um… Nice party, huh?”

“What did Heather say to you?”

He finally looked up, his green eyes wide. “Oh, n- nothing. I’m um, I’m gonna… I’m gonna go and… And find Fishlegs! Yeah, that’s… what I’m gonna… Yeah.” And with that, he was gone. Tuffnut was still rocking the dancefloor, Heather, Snotlout and Ruffnut were nowhere to be seen, and Fishlegs was taking photos on the other side of the gym, which left Astrid to herself. She crossed her arms with a scowl. She didn’t have to think hard to guess what Heather might have said to Hiccup. And that muttonhead had panicked.

She huffed and sat down on a chair in a corner, her good mood suddenly gone. Why was he avoiding her? Since Fishlegs had taken their portrait, he hadn’t looked at her once, apart from a few short glances. He’d been by her side the whole night so far, though. Had come along when the group decided to dance. Once, he had taken both her hands and twirled her a couple times, making her dizzy in a different way than Tuff had with his moves. But immediately after, he had dropped her hands and barely said anything to her since. It was as if he couldn’t stand being close to her. It stung.

On the one hand, Astrid figured he was as nervous as she was, here on their not-date that, whatever she told herself, felt real nonetheless. They were overstepping a line. They had always been friends, exclusively. By agreeing to go on this not-date date, they had made room for the potential for more. It wasn’t just a longing idea anymore that kept them – her, at least – awake at night. This was a chance for them to make a move, to erase that line. On the other hand, the otherwise determined Hiccup was acting like a coward by flinching away from every chance he got to take a step forward in whatever it was between them.

But, as vulnerable as Hiccup could make her feel with a mere look into her eyes, she wasn’t Astrid Hofferson if she didn’t advance on her own. If he was too afraid to do something, she would do it instead.

Taking a deep breath, she made a decision. Tonight, she would make the move.

What that move was, however, Astrid wasn’t sure. Should she kiss him? Tell him about her feelings? Kiss him then? But what if he didn’t want her to? Argh! Astrid stomped her foot. She hated this uncertainty, this vulnerability. It was like Hiccup had this power over her. This power that he didn’t even know he possessed. Was he aware that he could easily break her, turn her whole world upside down? Knowing him, he would never intentionally do that. But if he hadn’t picked up on all the signs she’d been sending him during a whole year, he could have the best intentions with his actions but still unknowingly break her heart.

She nervously clenched her fist when she heard the music change to a slow song. She scanned her surroundings but couldn’t find Hiccup at first. Then the crowd parted and he dodged several couples who had started swaying to the music.

Astrid’s lips curled into a smile on their own when he sat down next to her and breathed a simple “Hey.” She felt the familiar storm of butterflies in her stomach when he held her gaze and smiled that lopsided smile of his that gave her heart palpitations on a regular basis. “Sorry for running off earlier.” He sheepishly rubbed his neck, a familiar gesture of his.

“Yeah, that wasn’t cool.” She relaxed in her seat. A simple smile and his calm voice did that to her. She raised a hand and loosely hit his shoulder with it. “That’s for leaving me alone over here.”

“Guess I deserved that.” Astrid hummed in agreement and they fell into a comfortable silence. It wasn’t until the song was almost over that she remembered her plan. She just needed to ask him. Just a single dance. Now, before the song was over. But when she turned to him and opened her mouth, the words already on her tongue, and he looked back at her with these big green eyes, freckles barely visible in the dim light, she froze, stuck under his questioning gaze. And when she shook herself out of it, it was already too late, the beat faster, the chance missed. Astrid inwardly cursed.

“What is it?” Hiccup asked, still looking at her.

“Oh, nothing,” Astrid brushed her bangs out of her face, “I just wanted to ask if you… wanted something to drink.” She could have sworn he looked disappointed for a second, but then he nodded, smile back on his face.

“Sure.”

With ABBA playing in the background, they made their way to the drink stand, choosing between water, soda, and something ominous with a bright blue color. It tasted as predicted – too sweet and too fake, and weirdly sour at the same time. Astrid downed the whole cup all in one go and flushed the strange taste in her mouth away with water. Hiccup was silently sipping his coke, flashing her tight smiles whenever she looked over.

Astrid wished the twins had done something to the drinks. Maybe a little alcohol would calm her nerves and make this less awkward. Hiccup’s simple presence made her feel energetic, powerful, like she was on fire, and extraordinarily nervous at the same time. She cursed her adolescent hormones. One glance from him and she wanted to step closer, closer, until their bodies touched, until their lips collided, and closer, always closer and – and she wished she had a beer, or maybe six, right now. To make it easier to be around him while he was in this tux, jacket thrown over his shoulder, the sleeves of his button-down rolled up, flashing lights illuminating his face. Astrid wished it were easier to just ask Hiccup such a simple question as–

“Do you… want to dance?”

She blinked in surprise and stared at his outstretched hand, then at his wide, hopeful eyes. It took her an embarrassing time of several seconds to fully register what was happening.

Her heartbeat took up a notch when she placed her hand in his and walked with him to the dancefloor. She hoped he didn’t feel her racing pulse or noticed the blush creeping on her face when she realized this was a slow song.

The world around her blurred and faded when she put her hands on Hiccup’s shoulders and felt his coming around her waist. They started swaying to the music, soon finding their own rhythm.

Astrid was aware of every smallest movement of her fingers where they were lying on his shoulders, felt the fabric of his shirt, and realized she was gripping a little too hard. She felt the warmth of his hands through her dress. Her waist was the source of millions of tingles shooting through her body, her heart was racing, her stomach dropping out with every little shift of his fingers, with every time their eyes met. Somehow, they managed to not trip or step on each other’s toes, like this rhythm was specifically designed for them.

Hiccup pulled her closer ever so slightly, green eyes full of affection, and an overwhelming wave of fondness spread in her chest. She managed to break away from his gaze, put her hands around his neck and lay her head on his shoulder. She breathed in his scent, a mix of cologne, shampoo, and something distinctively Hiccup. Closing her eyes, she buried her nose in his neck while his hands snaked around her back.

Astrid didn’t remember the last time she felt so content, so safe and so warm. As a matter of fact, she didn’t remember anything, couldn’t think about anything. There was just her and Hiccup and Phil Collins. Right now, a comet could destroy the earth, everything could burn down, aliens could invade Berk, her whole world could shatter – nothing mattered except Hiccup’s arms around her, hugging her tightly.

In this moment, she didn’t give a damn about how cliché it sounded that she felt his heartbeat sync with hers. For all she cared, a director could yell cut when the song ended and wrap some high school rom-com she and Hiccup were unknowingly starring in as leads. In fact, she never wanted the song to end, willed the DJ to put in on loop.

But her wish didn’t come true. The song faded into a fast, more upbeat one. Reluctantly, she let go of Hiccup, taking a step back, her fingers twitching to reach out for his hands. She could feel her heart in her throat when she met his eyes again and swallowed. All of a sudden it was hard to breathe when he looked at her that intensely.

“Wanna get some air?” she managed to say while her brain was still caught in the fog of being so close to Hiccup. He nodded and they weaved their way through the crowd and out the doors.

As soon as they got outside, Astrid’s heart slowed down to a normal pace. It was already dark, the last remnants of light on the horizon disappearing while more stars appeared every time she blinked. She took a deep breath. The air was fresh and smelled like rain. And sure enough, the first clouds were blanketing the sky in the far distance.

A few students were standing in groups around the entrance to the gym, lit only by the light coming from inside and the screens of their phones. Astrid ignored their curious glances and kept walking, Hiccup trailing close behind her. She’d never really cared for high school gossip and would certainly not start tonight. Besides, one of them was one of the girls that had tried asking Hiccup to prom, and it took Astrid a lot of willpower to not turn around and meet that girl’s seething glare with a victorious smirk. Her dignity knew better.

They strolled along the school grounds in comfortable silence. Hiccup had his hands in the pockets of his pants, his jacket still over his shoulder. Astrid wondered how it had not fallen off yet and if he even knew it was there. She wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t. Every once in a while, their arms brushed, but Astrid didn’t flinch away. She could feel his eyes on the side of her face and was glad that it was dark. Her cheeks were burning from a combination of the hot, stuffy air inside the gym and Hiccup’s attention.

“You look great, by the way,” Hiccup said when they passed the garden club’s flowerbed. “I really like your hair down like that.”

Astrid felt her ears flush and twirled a strand of hair on a finger. “Thanks. You look really nice, too.”

Hiccup rubbed his neck shyly and Astrid already sensed a protest coming, but for once he actually accepted a compliment like that without talking himself down in a sarcastic way. “Thanks.”

A sudden cool breeze hit her and she tried to suppress a shiver, but Hiccup saw it. “Here,” he said, took the jacket off his shoulder – so he did know it was there – and put it around hers.

“Thanks,” she murmured and slipped her arms through the sleeves. The shivering stopped immediately. It smelled like Hiccup.

She shot him a smile as they approached the set of swings they’d spent most of sophomore year on, mostly with the whole gang, sometimes just the two of them after last period, talking and joking around for hours. She remembered one day when her mother had called her asking where she was and Astrid realized it was past eight already, the sun dipping down on the horizon.

She sat down on the right swing – her swing – and Hiccup plopped down on the left one. They just sat there silently reminiscing for a while.

“I guess that song goes into our playlist, huh?” Hiccup said eventually.

“Really?” Astrid played nonchalant, “you think it was special enough?” Even in the dark, she could see the panic on his face as he tried to backpedal.

“Oh, well no, I mean yeah, I mean if you don’t–“

Astrid chuckled. “Hiccup, it’s okay. I’m kidding.” She couldn’t hear his exhale, but it was evident in the way his shoulders untensed. Jumping off the swing, she slowly started walking again. “It was nice.”

“Yeah.” He smiled his lopsided smile at her as he caught up with her and bumped his shoulder against hers. She bumped back harder.

“Hey!” Hiccup complained. “Violence!”

“Communication,” Astrid insisted and earned herself a chuckle.

“Then tell me, what are you communicating?” Hiccup asked.

“Well, what do you think?”

“I don’t know, give me a hint, maybe.” Did this count as flirting? Astrid wasn’t sure, but she liked it.

“I’ve given you plenty of hints, Haddock.” She didn’t wait for him to answer. There was another subject she wanted to bring up. “What did Heather say to you earlier?”

Astrid expected him to avert his gaze, maybe rub his neck or start rambling. Instead, he looked her dead in the eye. “Well, what do you think?”

Her fist hit his shoulder. “That’s for using my words against me.” She hit him again. “And that’s for not dancing with me sooner.”

Hiccup rubbed the spot she’d hit and pursed his lips. “You didn’t dance with me, either.”

“Because you were avoiding me!”

“I wasn’t– This isn’t even supposed to be a real date, remember?”

“Oh, really?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” His arms were flailing around more than usual while he was talking.

“You tell me!”

Hiccup sighed. “Are we really having this argument right now?”

“Why can’t you just tell me what’s going on?” Astrid asked, softer, hoping. They’d made their way over the school grounds by now and had reached the other side of the gym. A few lights were illuminating a small area near the back exit. Astrid could see Hiccup’s forehead crease, his brows furrow, as he looked at her for a long time. She gulped down the sudden fear of rejection that wormed its way into her heart. Whatever Hiccup would say or do now, however vague it would be, it could go only one of two directions. Either it was a hint that he felt the same way about her like she did about him – or that he didn’t.

“I-” he began, the rest of the sentence getting stuck in his throat, for once lost for words. His eyes darted down her face. “Your lips are still blue,” he mumbled. Astrid traced her tongue over them. They tasted like sugar.

She wondered what his would taste like if she inched closer. If she leaned in, tilted her head a little, shut her eyes and��

“Hiccup, my man!”

Astrid and Hiccup jumped apart. She released a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. He ran a face over his hand with a sigh as he turned around and faced the source of the interruption.

“Tuffnut!”

“Yes, pal, it’s me. Welcome to the jungle!”

Ruffnut appeared by his side, a wicked grin on her face. “We’ve got fun and games.”

“We got everything you-“

“You do know what that song is about, right?” Hiccup interrupted Tuff with a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms.

“Sure we do,” Ruff said, “that’s why he have–” she pointed with both her hands at her brother who opened his jacket, revealing pockets full of condoms, “these.”

“We already provided our service to three couples,” Tuff added. “If anything, we’re the safe angels of Berk High prom.”

Astrid rolled her eyes. “I don’t even want to know the details.” She turned to Hiccup defeatedly. “Let’s just get back inside.”

“You know where to find us!” Ruffnut shouted after them as they rounded the corner, disappearing from the twins’ sight.

Astrid sighed. The moment was ruined. Neither of them brought up what had just almost happened while they took the shortest path back to the party. Her heart was racing again. Being around Hiccup was probably bad for her health.

But that had been it, right? They had almost kissed. She tried to remember if it had been just her who had leaned in or if he had as well. He had, hadn’t he? All at once, Astrid wasn’t so sure. But he hadn’t pulled away, either, right? She groaned inwardly.

“The twins are one of a kind, huh.” She turned her head to look at Hiccup. The expression in his eyes was unreadable, which Astrid found absolutely frustrating. Usually, she was able to read him like a book. But if she were to guess, he was equally unsure about what to do or say in this situation. There was no way he could interpret what the twins had interrupted the wrong way. The question was how he felt about it.

“Sure are,” Astrid answered as he opened the door, paused for a second and then awkwardly held it open for her.

“Milady,” he mumbled and waved her inside.

Her heart skipped a beat at the nickname as she shuffled past him. The loud music and stuffy air immediately greeted her as soon as she stepped inside the gym. After the cool, quiet atmosphere outside, she felt like entering a different world. She soon found Heather talking to Fishlegs near the snacks and trudged over to them.

“Where have you been?” her friend asked her when she entered earshot. “And what are you wearing?”

It was then that Astrid noticed she was still wearing Hiccup’s jacket. “Oh, right,” she muttered and took it off before giving it back to Hiccup who had followed her over. “Thanks,” she said, brushing her bangs out of her face.

“You’re welcome.” He smiled and took it from her. Their fingers touched ever so slightly but the spark was intense, nonetheless. Astrid swallowed.

Heather looked at her with a teasing grin and leaned forward to whisper something in her ear. “I’m sensing sexual tension.”

“Heather!” Astrid hissed under her breath, knowing she was blushing before she felt it. She shot the boys a glance. Hiccup averted his eyes quickly and Fishlegs had turned in the other direction, shooting more photos with his camera.

“He’s blushing,” Heather whispered in a sing-song voice.

“Shut up,” Astrid answered in the same way. “What even did you say to him earlier?”

Heather chuckled. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t related to… you know.”

Astrid eyed her warily. “Related to what?”

Heather winked at her in the most suggestive manner. “The sex dream.”

Astrid whipped around and pulled her friend away from the boys, far away, to the other side of the gym, where there was no chance they could hear them, see them, read their lips or use any other way to find out what the two girls were talking about.

“You will never ever talk about this to anyone, least of all Hiccup!” She gave Heather her very best glare. “I told you that in confidence!”

“You told me because you were horny and desperate to talk about it.” Heather wasn’t affected by Astrid’s glare at all, probably because her face was as red as a tomato.

“I was confused, not horny! And it was still in confidence, okay?!”

Heather put an arm around her shoulders. “Don’t worry, I’m just messing with you. I won’t tell him, mainly because he’d probably combust on the spot or drop dead anyway. Or stutter himself to death, I bet he can do that.”

Astrid crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at the other girl, trying to figure out how serious she was. Heather was her best friend after Hiccup and Astrid knew she could essentially trust her, which had been a reason why she’d told her about the dream in the first place, but sometimes she could be devious and sneaky. “Do you promise?”

Heather nodded solemnly. “I promise and I swear. Whichever you prefer.”

After another minute of judging, Astrid sighed and finally dropped her glare. “Thanks,” she mumbled. “Let’s not talk about this anymore, alright?”

“At least not for tonight,” Heather winked at her and grabbed her wrist. “Come one, let’s dance.”

Thankfully, Heather kept her word. It didn’t stop Astrid from watching her carefully whenever she came close to Hiccup, though.

Every once in a while, their eyes met and Astrid’s heart contracted in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to drag Hiccup back outside to a spot far from the twins and continue what they’d started before they’d been interrupted. And ever since Heather had mentioned the dream, she thought about paying a visit to the safe angels of Berk High prom to let them provide her with their goods and – and she really needed to cool off. Her hormones were raging.

Maybe she just needed to clear her mind of him for a while. Dance with Heather, get Fishlegs to lay down his camera for an hour, invent a fake party on the other side of town that Snotlout just had to attend.

Maybe then she could try this move one more time.

#hiccstrid #httyd #ff #fanfiction #fluff #modern au #high school #prom #crush fluff stuff #two chickens in love #pining #welcome to the jungle #guns n roses #a groovy kind of love #phil collins #my fic #maja writes #when you're close to me

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years

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Wan High Weeping (Part 43)

Whad’up bitches, guess who made a new outline!? From the looks of it, we’re getting down to the final 9 chapters, 10 if you include the short epilogue.

Also in terms of specifics on Suki's pregnancy: She got pregnant in May via prom night. As far as I recall, I didn't mention when the baby was conceived so I wanted to put that out there.

Katara hurried to her locker, Suki trailed behind her, struggling to keep pace. Katara slowed herself and let her catch up, it seemed like the girl’s pregnancy was finally putting a bit of a hinder on her physical abilities. But then again, she was nearing the end of her seventh month, it had to have been taking its toll. Heaven knew, Suki had complained over and over again about the onslaught of maternity and labor prep classes that have been consuming almost every hour of her after school life. With a healthy dash of sadness, Katara recalled Suki mentioning that she’d be taking maternity leave starting December. It was probably for the best, she’d have more time for the maternity classes and less anxiety over the possibility of going into labor in the middle of class.

Still, despite the prickles of resentment, she was going to miss having her around at lunch. At least she would have Teo.

“Geez, Kat, you can hold a grudge.” Suki huffed, propping herself up against Azula’s old locker.

“It’s not that.” Katara insisted. “I just forget sometimes. Me holding a grudge is doing things like burning your waffles.”

“You did that on purpose!?”

“Yup.” Katara smirked. “You shouldn’t have let me cook our sleepover breakfast.” She put her textbooks away and slung her backpack over her shoulders. This time she had no books to bring home. Usually she wasn’t one to work on homework in class, but she had to make sure her weekend was completely free so that she could throw her get-together without worry. She was going to have to work on homework in class next Friday too. After that, she promised herself that she would never do it again and go back to being the good, rule-abiding student that the faculty loved so much. “Are you able to take a drive with me up to Sokka’s dorm?”

“Today?”

“Yeah, as soon as I drop my stuff off and say hi to mom.”

“I’d love to, but I have a check up.”

“Another one? You just had one two days ago. Do you mean that you have a maternity class?”

“That too.” Suki grumbled. “Since I’m so young, they’re monitoring me super closely now. It sounds like everything is going good though.”

“Alright.” Katara replied, she tried not to let her annoyance show. Leave me on my own again, it was more or less an intrusive thought. She shook her head, this time was different. It wasn’t like Suki was running off to drink or have sex. She was going to a check up and a class. She was being responsible this time around.

Perhaps Suki had a sense for it because she added, “I’m totally free on Saturday, I made sure of that. I’m gonna got to Sokka’s welcome home party and we’re going to have a blast, I promise. It won’t be anything like Chan’s party.”

“Yeah, because I’m the host.” Katara rolled her eyes.

“Exactly.” Suki beamed. She looked at the clock. “I gotta get going. I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

“If you want to help with last minute touches, you can come by in the afternoon.”

“I’ll do my best.” Suki replied. “The baby usually has me out until at least 12:00 on the weekends, but I’ll really try.”

Again, Katara found herself fighting off waves of exasperation. She was trying to be understanding, she really was. Suki left her in the middle of a thinning after school rush, thinking about whether or not the girl should be a mom at all. She and Sokka couldn’t watch her at a party and they expected her to believe that they could watch a baby? She startled herself to think about such, but she thought that it might have been tickling the fringes of her mind for quite a while now.

.oOo.

Katara applied a dab of deep blue, shimmery eyeshadow. She smiled at her reflection, she had to say that she looked pretty good for a full-blood nerd.

“You never wear makeup, Kat.” Sokka remarked.

“I used to…” she trailed off. “Before Jet’s rumors.” It was time to reclaim something she liked. If she couldn’t get a handle on her dreamscape, she could at least take back her enjoyment of a touch of mascara and eyeliner. “I want to look nice for your welcome party.”

Sokka smiled. “You already look nice, Kat.”

“I want to make this a special night. And we’ll have an even better one after your trial.” She hoped that she wasn’t jumping the gun. She gave the dorm lounge one last once over; the balloons were in place, the snacks and beverages arranged nicely, and the stereo was ready to play music with meaning. Granted, she would give everyone a chance to play DJ so she might have to put up with some less pleasing musical numbers.

Suki re-entered the dorm. “I know you said to pick up a few more streamers--and I did--but, look, party blowers!”

Katara rolled her eyes.

“Oh, you know how to please a man’s soul!” Sokka exclaimed picking up a silver one.

“Stop messing around and help me hang up these streamers! Our friends will be here any minute now.” Katara said, passing each of them a roll. For herself she took the deep blue, she gave Sokka the silver, and Suki the gold. She eye’d the pink and green balloons. She probably should have told Suki which color streamers to get. This was going to be the least color-coordinated party ever thrown.

Oh well, she thought, this party was for fun not for some suave, high-end dinner party.

“We have a whole hour, Kat.” Sokka replied, taking the roll anyhow.

A few minutes in, Suki climbed down from the stepping stool with a sharp, “oof.” Her hand clutching at her belly. “Okay, no more streamers for me, I think I pulled something.”

Katara’s face softened. Maybe she had been a little too hard on Suki. It was becoming apparent that she wasn’t just making up pregnancy related excuses. “That’s fine, why don’t you just take door duty.”

Suki gave a weak thumbs up. The hand gesture barely had time to settle before Katara heard a knock. “On it.” Suki stood up.

Katara heard the door open and looked up from her work. “You came!” She greeted. “Aaand you’re really early.”

Azula shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how long the drive would take.”

“We’re putting up some last minute streamers.”

“They don’t match.” She noted. “I hope you realize that, that is going to bother me the whole time I am here.”

“That’s why I bought ‘em.” Suki muttered passive-aggressively.

To Katara’s luck, Azula ignored the bait and tugged her coat off.

“There’s a coat rack over there.” Sokka pointed.

Katara stepped down from her stool and gave the room another glance. “That should do.” She remarked to herself. She turned back to Azula who was pulling a pair of gloves off and stuffing them into her pockets. “Is it really that cold out?”

“It is to me.” Azula shrugged, tugging her hat off. Her hair fell over her shoulders.

It looked like she wasn’t the only one who had dyed her hair. Granted, Azula’s choice was much bolder, black bleeding into bright red. It was probably one of the best ombre jobs she had seen in awhile. “You dyed your hair too?”

“I had to get Ikue and Ryoko to quiet down a bit.” Azula rolled her eyes. “I wouldn’t let them dye it completely red though.”

“Your friends did that?”

“Ikue wants to be a stylist. But ‘a cool stylist who does edgy haircuts’.” Another, more pronounced, eye roll.

“It looks nice.”

She watched Azula sweep her hands over her hair. “Thanks.” She paused. “Yours suits you.”

Katara hoped that Suki was making note of the conversation. Katara jumped at the sound of the radio coming to life.

“Sorry, guess I forgot to turn it down.” Sokka muttered, rubbing the back of his head. “My dorm mates and I had a pretty wild one before this whole trial mess.”

With the party yet to officially start, Sokka took it upon himself to give them a grand tour of the dorm. Granted, it was mostly aimed at Azula, who had never been there before. But he took the time to point out the brand new hole in the wall made by one of his drunk dorm-mates taking a hammer to it in an attempt to kill a spider. “It was a huge bastard!” Sokka exclaimed.

He led them back down to dorm lounge where they talked amongst themselves until the rest of Katara’s guests arrived. TyLee was the first to show up she hugged Katara first. “How have you been holding up?

“As good as I can.” Katara replied. “What about you?”

“Same. I think that I’ll do better once all of this is over.” She agreed. Her focus wavered when she caught sight of Azula. Katara watched her dash up to her and throw her arms around her. “Your hair is so pretty!” She ran her fingers through it. Something, Katara was certain that only TyLee could get away with.

Toph, Aang and Haru arrive in a group. “Hey everyone!” Toph announced. “I’d like you all to meet Appa!”

TyLee’s eyes lit up. “Oh my gosh! He’s so cute, I love him.” She was grinning from ear to ear. “Can I pet him?”

Toph let Appa lead her to TyLee. “Go ahead.”

“I didn’t realize you were blind.” Azula remarked.

“And I didn’t realize you were hanging out with us now.”

“It’s a...recent development.”

“Yeah, same.” Toph returned. Appa sniffed TyLee and then Azula before retutrning to Toph.

Teo was the last to arrive, leaving Katara to imagine that his father had helped him out of the car. Azula held the door for him. After he had a chance to get situated Azula leaned down to hug the boy. “When are you going to visit me?” And it occurred to Katara that the pair hadn’t seen each other in awhile. It would explain her last minute decision to come.

“How about next weekend?” He offered.

While she was on the topic of couples. “Suki tells me that you and Haru are together now.”

“We’re testing the waters.” Haru replied as Sokka changed the track on the radio.

“So far it’s going good.” Aang added.

“Better than Moo-Chee would have been.” Katara stated.

Aang’s cheeks colored. “Much better.”

Things progressed rather pleasantly. They played a few rounds of uno, noticing a few rounds in that Toph was just throwing random cards down and hoping for the best. A few more games in and Azula was still the only person to win. Sokka, ever the sore loser, posed a vote to exclude her from the next round. He let her continue with a promise from her to let someone else win. Katara wondered how she would manage that. It humored her to see the girl only utilizing blue cards. She would keep drawing cards until she could throw a blue one down.

Uno turned into truth or dare which Toph mastered splendidly. Katara never imagined that Aang would lick Appa back nor that Teo would agree to a makeover from Toph. Toph dominating truth or dare, the game shifted to twister. Toph and Teo sat that one out, debating over which album should be played next.

After a brief cooldown, Katara offered up slices of cake. Sokka helped himself to a particularly large slice. “They don’t serve this in jail.” He noted. Azula was much the opposite, passing on eating any of it at all. And Katara recalled Teo mentioning her discomfort. She couldn’t imagine that Chan’s party had done her any favors. She did, however, help herself to some of the popcorn.

“I have punch and soda to go with that. I got some water for you, Suki.”

Suki waved her off. “No thanks. Actually, I think I’m gonna go to Sokka’s dorm and lay down for a bit.”

“You okay?” Sokka asked.

Suki nodded. “Just a little woozy. I think that I’ve had too much excitement for one day.”

“Well if you start to feel better, you can join us again.” Sokka offered.

“Thanks. I’ll keep that in mind.”

.oOo.

Suki climbed onto Sokka’s bed. Her lower back was killing her, the feeling was almost constant these days. And the belly cramps were from hell. She was beginning to think that she should have mentioned that to her doctors. But then, she might just be anxious because this was her first time. She rubs her belly, trying to coax the baby to let up at least a little.

“Come on, don’t do this now.” She whimpered to herself.

She couldn’t help but to think that this was karma for skipping out on Katara at Chan’s party.

She rolled onto her side, hoping to sleep it off.

#Avatar #Katara #Suki #Sokka #Azula #Aang #Teo #Toph #Haru #TyLee #Zuko #Mai #Fanfiction

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imaginesandbillskarsgard · 6 years

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A/N - The following imagine has been requested by a reader and will contain smut, fluff and everything in-between. Anything written is purely fiction and is not in any way an accurate description of Bill. The means for this writing is for the readers enjoyment and I hope you like it!

Plot - “What if bill was your best friend from 1st grade to when the reader and him graduated high school and later after all the years in college the reader and bill have a one stand” - Anon

Imagine...

The day was finally here. College graduation. The day that you’d worked your ass off for, the day you’d worried you wouldn’t get to as you cried through tears of stress and frustration, the day you would finally have a degree under your belt. You know for a fact that you wouldn’t have been able to get through it all if it wasn’t for one person, your best friend, Bill.

You’d been best friends since the first day of 1st grade when the teacher told the class to pair up with someone and you two turned out to be the last ones left. Turn’s out, that was one of the best things that could have ever happened. Since then you’d been inseparable, going through everything together.

During the early years of your friendship, your parents would often meet for coffee leaving you and Bill to wander off around the cafe playing hide and seek, or you’d be invited round to each others houses for dinner where you’d sit playing with your barbies and his action men, creating these imaginary lives for each character.

“No, you do the dishes!”, you exclaim in a high pitch voice, pretending to be Barbie herself, and mimic the voice you’d heard your own mum use so often.

“Why should I? I’ve had a hard day at work fighting the bad guys and flying round the city! I just want to sit down and eat my pizza in peace!”, Bill lowered his voice, maneuvering his action man round so that it was sat in the a makeshift chair you’d fastened with cardboard.

“Really, Bill. When will you learn that I’m the Queen around here and all you need to do is send the baddies to me, I’ll sort them out!”

“Shh, my name’s not Bill, it’s action man!”, he yelled, making you laugh which then in turn made him even more moody.

As you grew up together eventually starting high school, you both sat at the park one day with a stolen pack of Bill’s dad’s cigarettes.

“You go first!”, he said to you as he opened the lid of the carton and pulled one out, holding the fresh cigarette in your direction. You hadn’t wanted to tell him but to be honest, you had no idea how to inhale and you were quite sure Bill had never touched one before either so how the hell were either of you meant to know how to do this properly?

“Why don’t you go first?”, you ask, an eyebrow raising.

“Cos I’m the King of Cool, baby, I’m practically Steve McQueen! I can do it easy but I think I should be the gentleman in this situation and let the lady go first”.

You can’t help but give him a small smile as you roll your eyes and furrow your brows slightly so that he can see you’re not going to give him that full on smile that he’s waiting for.

“Come on now squirt, don’t you bail out on me”, he teased, softly giving your arm a nudge. Not being one to say no you took the cigarette from his long, slim fingers, placed it between your lips and let him use a match to start the nicotine filled stick that you now found yourself taking a drag from. Slowly you began to inhale it, surprising yourself that you hadn’t made yourself cough and splutter like an idiot. This clearly impressed Bill as he looked at you with his eyes wide, lips slightly parting.

“Piece of piss”, you say, blowing the smoke into his face.

A smile creeps onto his face and he raises one of his hands to blow away the smoke.

“Cool so you passed the test, now watch the King show you how it’s really done”, he paused a minute before putting a cigarette between his teeth, lighting a match and holding it to the end, lighting it up. You thought he’d do really well but was soon surprised to see that before he could even take a proper pull, he was already spluttering like a dog choking on water.

“Not as easy as you thought it would be, eh Billy Boy?”, you can’t help but laugh at him as his eyes begin to water and he lays himself down on the floor, “Yeah Bill, you’re the King of cool, you’re practically Steve McQueen!”

After that day many more cigarettes followed until it eventually became an addiction.

As the days went by, you continued to go on more adventures together. He would often drive you both around, the windows wound down, sunroof open and your feet placed up on the dashboard with your favorite music playing. Your favorite person sitting beside you. High school came and went, the days of discovering yourselves behind you.

Then came college...

The day you had to say goodbye to Bill was one of the hardest of your life so far, you’d been pretty much inseparable since the first day you met. He’d come over first thing in the morning of the day you were moving, a bunch of sunflowers held in his hand.

His face lit up as he saw you and you thought that your expression would be the same but instead you found your face crumpling before you knew it, the tears falling down your cheeks.

He pulled you into an embrace the second he got to you.

“Hey, hey, what’s the matter (Y/N)? It’s ok, it’s going to be ok, please don’t cry”, his voice was soothing but still the tears flowed.

By now he was rocking you back and forth, his strong arms wrapped around you and for the time that you were stood there in that embrace, you felt at peace.

“S-s-sorry”, taking a step back you wipe your eyes, “I’m being stupid I’m sorry, I’m just scared y-know?”

“Scared of what?”

“I-I’m.. I’m scared of losing you”, you can barely get the words out.

“What? Don’t be silly, you’ll never lose me, I’ll always be here for you no matter what!”

“Thank you Bill, I’ll always be here for you too. Just don’t forget to come visit me!”, you could feel the tears subsiding now and he gave you one of his biggest smiles.

“I’ll be visiting you, don’t doubt that”, he handed you the flowers then pulled you in for another embrace.

“C’mon sweetie we’d better be going!”, your mum was already in the car waiting.

And before you knew it there you were at college, blubbering like a baby whenever the stress got too much, texting Bill whenever you had the chance. That’s why when the day of your graduation came around you could hardly contain your excitement. Not completely because of the fact you were now going to be holding a diploma in your hand, but because your best friend, Bill, the guy who had said he would visit hadn’t visited in three months because of work commitments he’d had at his new job as an actor for short films. You didn’t hold it against him though, you were just so happy that today you’d finally get to see that beautifully structured, bright eyed face again.

At the ceremony as you walked up to accept your diploma you took a glance into the audience and there he was, your beautiful, sweet best friend looking as gorgeous as ever. He was beaming from ear to ear, his hands clapping as hard and fast as they could, standing up to watch you finally graduate.

“WOO, I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT (Y/N)!” his voice could just about be heard over the rest of the cheers and claps in the room, but his was the only one you cared to know about.

Once the ceremony was over he practically ran over and scooped you up into the biggest hug that he could possibly give.

“I’m so proud of you! You looked amazing”, his grip around your body got tighter and he began to spin you around. You found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, your head wresting on his shoulder.

“Oh God I missed you so much”, you whisper into his ear.

“I missed you too, believe me, God did I miss you”, came his response.

The afternoon came and many photographs were taken, food eaten and hugs and congratulations were spreading across the room.

“Right, sweetie. Me and your dad had better get home, well done love we’re so proud of you”, your mum said, opening her arms for a hug.

Bill stood with you as you waved goodbye to your parents as they drove back to your home town.

His arm slipped around the small of your back as you started to walk back towards the party, by now you’d both already had a few to drink on the sly so took the opportunity to have a boogie while the night was still young.

“Woah the moves you’re pulling are dangerous!”, you joked with him, trying to mimic his flailing arms and un-coordinated feet as they moved around the dance floor.

“Oh I know, I’m the King baby, don’t you forget it”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and show him a smile. The music suddenly stopped and over the microphone the DJ announced that he would be slowing things down for the last song.

“Can I have this dance, m’darlin?”, Bill took both your hands into his and began to slowly maneuver one of his hands around the small of your back, the other still holding onto your hand. As you swayed underneath the fairylights that were hung up on the ceiling you couldn’t help but think that this moment was worth the wait.

“What do you say you show me up to your dorm room, I think we could both use a comfy bed to rest our feet up on”, it was coming to the end of the song now and you were almost relieved that he;d made this suggestion, you’d been awake since the early hours and you couldn’t wait to get into bed, snuggle up to Bill and watch a film.

Up in the room Bill made himself at home.

“I’ll be back in a minute, I’m just gonna take off my makeup”, you say to him, “I’ve still got a few of your shirts in the drawers over there if you wanna wear one tonight”

“Nah it’s ok, I was thinking of sleeping in my underwear if that’s cool?”

Was that cool? Your best friend was sharing the bed with you tonight. I mean c’mon, Bill. BILL. YOUR BEST FRIEND. The guy that you’ve known since the first grade, someone that of course you’d never looked at in that way, why would that be weird... Oh c’mon who are you kidding, of course you’d looked at him in that way I mean how could you not? Those chiseled cheekbones, that brown hair he swept over, his tall stance and the broadness of his shoulders, the way he hugged you on any occasion, the way that when he did it felt like home...

Fuck it.

“You know what, Bill? I think you should just sleep naked”, you found yourself saying, the confidence building up inside yourself.

“Y-you do?”

“Yes, Bill. I do”

You weren’t quite sure where you were going with this which is why it was a relief when he picked himself up off the bed and slowly started walking himself toward you. His tall frame was soon stood in front of you, at first you were too afraid to look up at him incase his first response was to shut you down completely and make you feel like an idiot for even saying what you had. Instead you found the tips of his index and middle finger lifting your chin up, his lips gently finding themselves on yours.

Oh my God, this was really happening. The moment you had secretly wished for every time you saw him, the person you truly loved and cared about.

The kiss was starting to intensify now, your lips crashing together as if they were waves in the ocean, the sound of your breathing in sync with each others as you both grabbed at the others clothing, not caring what got torn and where the item of clothing landed.

“Do you.. know.. how long I’ve wanted.. to do this?”, Bill was gasping between each word, his hands still pulling the clothing from you until you were both stood there completely naked, “God you’re so sexy”

“I’ve wanted to... do this for so... long too...”

With the kissing getting more and more intense, Bill picked you up by the waist and you took the opportunity to wrap your legs around him.

“You’re so wet already, I can feel it”, he sat down on the bed with you still wrapped around him, “I love it”

“I did tell you that I’ve wanted to do this for so long, I’m all yours”

“Good cos tonight I’m making you all mine”

The excitement was building up so much that you felt like you could burst, and by damn were you gonna make sure you did tonight.

Bill was now making his way down your jawline, to your neck before coming to your breasts. His touch was like nothing you’d ever felt before. He stood up again, this time to throw you down onto the bed and place your hands either side of your head.

“What am I (Y/N)?”, he asked.

“Oh baby, you’re the King”

“That’s right, and the King always gets what he wants”

With that he pulled both your wrists together still above your head, holding them down with one hand. His hungry lips began sucking at your nipples, causing you to gently moan. Taking advantage of this he used his free hand to glide down your waist, past your hips to inbetween your legs.

“You think that’s good? You haven’t seen nothing yet”, he teased.

His hand began to open across your vagina before you felt him slip two of his long fingers inside you.

“Oh my God, that feels so good already, give me everything you’ve got”

“Get ready, you’re about to lose your mind”

His rhythm started to pick up now, his fingers curving round inside you to reach your G Spot. The speed was faster than you’d ever expected and the pleasure only increased when he started to use his thumb to rub your clit.

“OH MY GOD, BILL!”

He wanted to tease you more so he slowed down the rhythm, not allowing you to cum as soon as you wanted to.

“Shh, all in good time”

His lips came crashing down on yours again and the speed started to increase. You tried to pull your lips away from his to let out your moans but he was in control, the only way you were going to be moaning was if you were doing it into his mouth.

Faster. Faster. Faster. Until suddenly.

“OHHH MY GOOOD BILL!”, you couldn’t hold it in any longer, you felt your legs begin to buckle and your body begin to shake, the rush of overwhelming pleasure coming over you. He didn’t stop even while this was going on so that your orgasm continued for longer than you were expecting it.

As your orgasm began to fade, Bill brought his fingers up towards your mouth which you took as an indication to suck, no objections there.

“That was just the warm up, baby, are you ready for more?”, his face was above yours, that smile you called home staring down at you.

“Of course I am, the question is, are YOU ready?

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A/N - so there you go guys! I’m sorry if it wasn’t as in depth as you wanted at the end but I can feel my eyes slowly closing and didn’t want to leave this unfinished! I hope you enjoy it and please do request an imagine if you’d like to.

#bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard imagine #it movie #pennywise #hemlock grove #roman godfrey #merkel #zeitgeist #simon and the oaks #simple simon #henry pearl

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eng-hypnosismic · 6 years

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Amasaki Kouhei’s Interview for Numan Magazine

You can check the original interview here

Interview with “Hypnosis Mic” Yamada Saburo - Amasaki Kouhei The genius youngest son with a cute face and sharp tongue was originally planned to be a hot-headed character?

A rap project with 12 male voice actors, “Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle-” . A territory rap battle where 12 characters are split into four teams going against each other. The teams represent an alternative universe of the cities of Ikebukuro, Yokohama, Shinjuku, and Shibuya - fans of these diverse rap styles are rapidly increasing! To commemorate the CD release, there was an event on January 21st. Here we will deliver an interview with Amasaki Kouhei, the voice actor of Ikebukuro Division’s Yamada Saburo.

Representing Ikebukuro, “Buster Bros!!!” consists of three brothers, Yamada Ichiro (CV: Kimura Subaru), Jiro (CV: Ishiya Haruki), and Saburo. Saburo looks up to Ichiro, but to Jiro, he is an annoying and cheeky little brother. We heard of how Amasaki-san portrays the genius Saburo, and now we will ask him about his first-ever rap recording!

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Amasaki Kouhei Born October 22nd, from Osaka Prefecture. Does photography as a hobby. Known in: anime “Idolmaster SideM” (Shinonome Soichiro), anime “Sword Dynasty” (Fusu), anime “My Hero Academia” (Monoma Neito), anime “Tsurezure Children” (Furuya Jun), etc.

How Saburo’s character came to be

― Please tell us what you thought of when you first saw such character as Yamada Saburo.

Amasaki Kouhei - I first thought that he was a cheeky kid (laughs). Since it was a personality I haven’t played yet, I thought it would be a challenge. Recently, it’s rare to see characters with heterochromia. I’m glad it touched my chuuni(1) heart.

The name too. The names Yamada Ichiro, Jiro, and Saburo were simple, whereas the other character’s were more difficult. I wondered why it was so different, but I guess it’s because the Ikebukuro group was supposed to be simple and easy to understand, since they are the center group.

―Did you receive Saburo’s role from auditions?

Amasaki - Yes. After looking at the pictures of the characters, somehow I thought I would play this kid, who was actually Amemura Ramuda (laughs).

―Oh, I see. Then, after receiving Saburo’s role, how did you develop his character?

Amasaki - The first time I developed his role seriously was during the drama CD recording. Unlike the play at the audition, he became cuter.

―During the audition, how did you act as Saburo?

Amasaki - He was more aggressive (laughs). There was a line that reads, “I hate idiots”. In the scene I had to invite an older girl to play board games together, but he ended up giving off impressions like “nothing matters other than myself” and “are you stupid” (laughs).

However, after looking at the drama CD script, I started seeing them as a big family and Saburo seems to be cuter and cuter. Also, in the scenes where Jiro and Saburo fight, I had to make the voice cuter since Jiro’s actor, Ishiya-kun, and I have similar voices. So with that, I started trying to find more ways to make him seem cuter. With that combined, he became spiteful but cute at the same time.

―I see. Jiro and Saburo often fight, but what does Saburo actually think of Jiro, deep within his heart?

Amasaki - He feels like it’s fine to be mean towards Jiro himself, but when other people do it, he’d snap. So it might not be a way of expressing love, but his impudence may just be his only way of communication with Jiro.

―Are there any similarities between you, Amasaki-san, and Saburo?

Amasaki - I’m an only child, but when I think “Yeah, this person is cool”, I no longer pay attention to if they’re older or younger than me. I think that’s the part in which I’m similar to Saburo. I can also relate to the feeling of respect towards Ichinii, since I have similar attitudes towards my seniors.

―Saburo’s hobby is playing board and card games, but are you good at them, Amasaki-san?

Amasaki - I don’t play board games often, but in The Game of Life, I’m the banker. It’s fun to play with the money. When playing with cards, I try not to let my emotions show on my face, but I will definitely lose (laughs). Mind games are probably not my specialty.

About your first rap recording - “New Star”

― Please let us hear about your thoughts on the recording of “New Star.”

Amasaki - This was the first time recording a rap made for me, but I thought the sampling of “Air on G String” (1) was really difficult. At first I tried memorizing it without vocals and just listened. Saburo is a type of character who charms with his flow (2), so I had to show that it was his specialty. If I sang it perfectly, it would be a great song, so I sang with all my might!

1) Sampling - Taking parts of a song producing method and rebuilding it 2) Flow - The smoothness when singing hip hop.

― Is there any part you particularly like in “New Star”?

Amasaki - The “Ok Ok I’m fine with just one bar ~ Knock down with one hit” verse was in a talking style, but it was a improvised part of the song. I was thinking of a way to express Saburo’s character more, and Miura-san (composer/songwriter) thought that saying that line would be fun.

―I thought that the lyrics “Suddenly moments like this come up to mind - Was just an ordinary middle school student before“ were Saburo’s true feelings.

Amasaki - It does seem like Saburo’s true feelings come out in some part of the lyrics. He wouldn't say it out loud, but I also noticed that those were what Saburo felt deep within his heart.

―Please tell us if you have any hip-hop songs or artists you’ve been into recently.

Amasaki - I like R-Shitei-san and DJ Matsunaga-san’s unit, Creepy Nuts. They major debuted recently. It was recommended by Ishiya-kun and we sang the same song and talked about Creepy Nuts together. Also, I’ve been seeing “Freestyle Dungeon” on TV programs and I often listen to their songs. I also like and listen to Chinza Dopeness-san.

―Amasaki-san, after singing and listening to rap, have your feelings towards hip-hop changed?

Amasaki - Yes, it has, I sometimes think “This rhyming scheme is cool!” and start using it regularly. It’s like making dad jokes (oyaji gag). The people around me hit me for it though (laughs). When I think of a good phrase myself, I get too afraid to say it.

Thoughts on AGF Stage and future challenges

―What character are you particularly interested in “Hypnosis Mic”?

Amasaki - I’m pretty interested in Amemura Ramuda. He seems cute (laughs). Ramuda was originally part of a legendary eam, so Saburo can’t catch up to his rapping skill, but there’s the feeling of “not wanting to give in” so I’m curious. Also, I’m interested in the three in Buster Bros!!!. I’m going to act with them a lot in the future so I want to learn more about them.

―Please tell us about your thoughts on the AGF Live in November 2017.

Amasaki - Until the first PV came out on YouTube, I had no idea how it would be received. It was the first time voice actors rapped as a main element, so I had no idea how to make it enjoyable for audiences. I didn’t believe it when it went up the rankings on YouTube. I somewhat felt “was it real?”, but when I saw everyone who cheered for us during the live, I realized it was actually true.

― How was the reactions from others around you?

Amasaki - There were a lot of comments from people in the same industry. Some people say “So you do rap” and “I listen to Hypnosis Mic” during our first meetings. I think it is a very well-received project.

―Is there anything you would like to challenge in the future?

Amasaki - Not only the “Hypnosis Mic” CDs, but I feel that the live streams are also super fun, so I want to improve my skills to hype up the audience more during the lives. Also, I think that it would be interesting to show more interaction between the characters.

Summary

That concludes the interview with Amasaki Kouhei-san from “Hypnosis Mic -Division Rap Battle-”! We are able to understand Amasaki-san’s thoughts on his work, such as how he built Saburo’s character and the challenge of rapping for the first time.

With the 4 CDs of the different divisions, more and more people got into “Hypnosis Mic”. I’m looking forward to what products come out in the future! The numan editorial department will continue following “Hypnosis Mic” so please look forward to more information in the future!

Chuuni is a short from the japanese term “chuunibyou”, which refers to when teenagers try to act cool/mature/edgy but can’t really since they’re still just kids.

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis microphone #hypmic #buster bros!!!#yamada saburo #amasaki kouhei #t:interview

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beatsfortheillperth · 4 years

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Words with ENTRO//

ENTRO// hailing from Melbourne, Australia is a beat-maker that is making moves within Australia and beyond, showcasing quality sounds that express the eccentric joys of hip hop, not to mention the bounce it induces in the day to day lives of its appreciators.

Which was something that drew me in about ENTRO//, first listen. His ability to change up the atmosphere around well-known rap tracks and their vocals in a way that doesn't take away the integrity from the original is truly blessed.

ENTRO// adds components that trigger the soul with his collection of vocal laced escapades in his various releases. Those ENTRO// escapades are evident in albums like "Tōge" and "Hands Free" released June of this year and "Tōge" October of last year.

Teleport back to 2018 and chill on ENTRO//'s flawless ode to Jazz and Soul "after hours" his nine-track wonder available like all ENTRO// releases via Bandcamp. "After hours" as an album, highlights, and samples moods and sounds that are timeless, it simply can't be missed if you're a lover of soul-infused musical displays.

Not to mention one of his earlier beat-tapes, "Etcetera" released in May 2016 that shows the development and dedication to beats ENTRO// has embodied since the beginning.

You'll notice ENTRO//'s creative response and fluency has shown his dedication to staying true to the roots of a song, and this is evident from the early days for this truly inventive beat-smith.

Innovation at it's best is what you can expect when you hit play on an ENTRO// track. So chill and take in the words of this Australian talent, making music for the soul, body, and mind, much love.

Hey ENTRO// thanks a lot for the opportunity to share words. First off, I thought I'd ask a few random quick questions to get things started.

Favourite Food: Sushi

Favourite Beverage: Red bull

A track to cry to: Jesus is the one ( I have depression)

A song to break it down to: ethereal - Playboi Carti

Last piece of art you brought, and what drew you in about it: Commissioned a piece from Melbourne artists @cactvs - portrait of me and my partner

Views on Reincarnation: donno

Views on Tea: Green

A childhood memory in regards to music: My mum used to listen to Macey Gray and I hated it lol

Go to Album of All-Times: Saba - Care for Me

Favourite Place to Eat in Melbourne: Korean BBQ

What you enjoy doing in your downtime: Video games, making clothes

Favourite Location: Osaka

Thanks for that ENTRO//. So, I thought I'd ask, what inspired you to give producing a go in the first place? Did you play any instruments before you picked up beat-making? How many years have you been at it and what brings you the most joy when you're making music?

I've played instruments since I was young. Guitar and drums mostly. I also learnt viola at school but that sucked ass. I've picked up piano recently too.

I just enjoy creating things I like, all the music I release is stuff I enjoy listening to myself.

When making music, do you have a routine you follow or a way you set your creative environment up before getting onto a track? If so, how do you find this benefits your mood and your creative output?

Not really, I just sit at my studio and listen to music, roll up some broccoli, look for samples, make drum tracks. I'll find something that sounds cool and go from there.

What does ENTRO// mean and represent to you? What is something you're trying to share through your music?

ENTRO// is just a form of expression for me - I just share what I enjoy making and am blessed to have people enjoy it the same way I do.

Melbourne has such a well, developing community for beat-makers and musicians in general, much love to those based in Melbourne bringing up other artists. Artists like Amin Payne whom we interviewed a while back and SADIVA whom we are in the works of words with too.

Humble individuals devoting themselves to sound, really feel that.

What do you enjoy about living and creating in Melbourne? And what do you feel Melbourne has to offer musicians that may be unique, compared to other areas in Australia you have visited or lived in?

Melbourne is hella diverse when it comes to music, and we're lucky to have a lot of opportunities to play live and network with each other. Everyone is super supportive too, it's nice to have a community like that.

Can you share more about HIGH BIAS a monthly event based in Melbourne that you are a part of?

High Bias is originally an event brand me and my partner put together with Fiftyfive. Through everyone's support and our amazing community, we've grown into a multi venue event group, as well as a clothing brand and micro cassette label.

HIGH BIAS I believe is a label as well, focusing on Mirco cassette releases for artists creating in the realms of Hip-Hip and Jazz and also supplies quality merch and vintage apparel through their website too, love the concept.

HIGH BIAS Website - https://highbias.supply/

Can you share what HIGH BIAS means, believes, and represents collectively?

High Bias was originally a homage to the "good old days" of lofi, before Spotify playlists and anime beats. We focus on the culture we fell in love with - and try to share that with everyone else.

These days, we've expanded our scope to become a platform for all things "sample culture." Essentially that means anything that reinvents conventions or turns them into something new. We try not to limit ourselves on what we want to do - we take each thing as it comes and decide as a group whether it's something we believe in and want to represent or not.

What is the feel of the live, monthly shows known as "Lofi Lounge"?

Lofi Lounge is pretty much what it sounds like. Lofi beats in a basement lounge bar. We also host jazz bands and hip hop crews, artists and video DJs too. We focus on creating a vibe rather than a show, we want it to be somewhere to chill with homies and catch up with the community.

And with the restrictions in place with Covid19 here in Australia, has HIGH BIAS had ideas for online shows?.

We think live streaming shows is quite over saturated right now - and it's not something we're excited about so its not on the cards right now.

What else can we expect from HIGH BIAS in the coming months?

Once venues start to re open we'll be back with our usual programming. We've got some more clothing drops on the way too - and finally a little secret project in the works with Good Mood Melbourne, but we can't speak too much on that right now.

Are you hoping to have HIGH BIAS in full swing again after restrictions have been lifted?

Absolutely.

What do you think you enjoy most about being a part of HIGH BIAS? And finally, what do you feel encouraged the move to start selling quality threads? The collection is mint by the way.

Thanks! High Bias allows us to support the community and share things we love.

We started making threads because outside of music, I've always been big on clothing and streetwear. It's another avenue of expression. We aim to make clothes that are sustainable and affordable, while still focusing on design and cuts.

What do you love most about expressing a part of yourself through music? Do you feel your music makes you feel vulnerable sometimes? If so, how do you overcome and embrace those feelings?

It's always enjoyable creating something, I do it for myself first and foremost. I'm just lucky to have people that like it as much as I do. Making music isn't a vulnerable thing for me.

When I first started sharing my music it was a little frightening putting it out to the world - but you kinda just have to do things like that sometimes and cop the feedback. Makes you a stronger person.

With everything going on worldwide at the moment with protests, illness, and lack of employment, what do you think creatives should be doing to show their support for those affected?

I don't think it matters who you are, people should look out for their friends and family - think global act local.

What do you feel creatives within the realms of Hip-Hop should be doing to show their appreciation for the roots and fore-creators?

As a white dude I don't like to speak on what we should be doing as it's not my place. But what's most important is to listen, be respectful and know that we are guests in this culture.

Would you say you like to explore various genres? What do you enjoy most about adapting and creating your own sound?

I donno, as a music fan I listen to many different genres, but when it comes to creating music I do what feels right. I'm really into that heavy 808 type stuff right now, so I try to blend jazzy, soulful stuff with that.

Let's go back and talk about your earliest beat-tape released in 2016 known as "Etcetera".

For me, this release as a whole is dosed in those smooth tones and jazzy feels that had me thinking to myself,

"Surely, you'd been producing a while before you released music?",

"Etcetera" is a blessed release to play track 1 to 10.

Favourite track for me is "INFAMOUS", much love for the skills displayed in this timeless release.

Link to Etcetera here - https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/etcetera

Can you share how "Etcetera" came about and also, why the name Etcetera? Can you remember what your thoughts were like on the release date? What atmosphere were you trying to create with this release?

Etcetera is actually just a collection of beats I made in the early days. It's not something I revisit often but it was a good benchmark of what I had made at the time.

Do you have a favourite track from "Etcetera"? If so, what beat and why? Finally, what inspired the names of the tracks on "Etcetera"?

I don't really have a favourite from that album, I actually barely remember it lol. When I name tracks there's nothing special too it, it's normally a play on the original samples name, or a line from an acapella I used.

Thanks for that. Can you share a little about Lab Co and what they represent? You've released with this collective quite a bit.

What do you feel Lab Co represents and, what do you enjoy about releasing and creating with Lab Co? Where is Lab Co based?

Lab Co is literally just a crew of homies from mostly Melbourne. We're not as active as we once were but we all still play the same shows and catch up all the time.

It came together through us all being heavily involved with BeatLab, a show put together my Walla C and Clay Adams.

They gave a lot of us our first shows - and it grew from there. It's amazing having a tight knit crew around you, I love all those guys and girls and am forever grateful for it.

Going back to 2016, you also released another beat-tape in that year, "Wave '92" which is a full release consisting of 26 tracks that you put together for Melbourne based label Groove Penguin Records and HIGH BIAS.

For me, there are too many added goodies for me to choose a favourite.

You supply variety and innovation when it comes to working with beats and, your style feels very natural.

Link to Wave '92 here -

https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/wave-92

How did this release come about and what inspired you to create it?

Also, what do you appreciate about having the opportunities to work on your music with other local curators and labels?

Funny enough, I was working a cafe at the time and got talking to the dude who runs the label as he was a regular customer. One thing lead to another and we put together the tape. It was awesome meeting everyone in that community and learning the ropes. I appreciate them for putting out my first physical release, meant a lot.

2018 was a good year for experimental Hip-Hop in Melbourne with the release of the HIGH BIAS compilation "local cuts [comp #01]" which showcased the works of producers and beat-makers that have played at the monthly Melbourne shows "Lofi Lounge".

Insane tracks by artists such as SADIVA, ohwell, and yourself are featured in local cuts and it's such a release.

Bounce, emotion, and soul are all present in this comp, cheers to all involved.

Link to "local cuts [comp #01]" Here- https://highbiassupply.bandcamp.com/album/local-cuts-comp-01

Your track "i'm lazy these days" for the compilation was a smooth jazzy number. The piano simply carries you away, much love.

What's it like to perform at a "Lofi Lounge"? Also, what was it like to make "i'm lazy these days"? Clever track name btw.

Performing at Lofi Lounge is pretty chill.

We let people do their thing and just facilitate them.

I'm lazy these days was literally thrown together in 20 min cus I forgot to make a beat for the tape lmao, hence the name.

Does your family know you make music? If so, what does your family think about your sound and how do they show support for what you do?

Yeah! They're real supportive as well, they think cus I got a couple million plays on Spotify that I'm like a big deal, so it's kind of cute lmao

Away from music, what does your day to day activities usually consist of? Does your day to day inspire or influence the music you make?

Not much right now cus of isolation, but it's normally a lot of going to shows, seeing homies, playing video games. Inspiration comes from experience for me. Whether it's listening to new music or getting hyped from someone else's success.

Can we look with a wee bit more detail into your August 2018 release "after hours"? Which has to be one of my favourite albums by yourself.

Jazzy vibes that suit day or night layered in drums that make the heart skip a beat, vibrant and balanced, I've found myself playing "after hours" on repeat. Thank you for the effort you put into this one.

Link to after hours here -

https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/after-hours

You produced this album in 6 months too, what was that like?

Just like any other project for me, I catch a certain vibe and run with it till I have something

Did you create any deadlines for yourself with this release? Also, what was "after hours" like to create?

I never do deadlines, I try to release at least one full length a year but it's more important for me to make sure the music is ready before pushing it out.

What atmosphere were you trying to create with this 9-track blessing?

Just some lounge type hip hop beats - I didn't think too much about this one but I do think I really refined my style at the time when it came to that release.

Do you have a favourite track from this release, if so, which one and why?

Nokia 3310 by far - it's just such a tasty sample.

Last year you released "Tōge" a 14 track album that showcases lofi hip-hop laced in all things phonk and jazz, with drums that add bounce and has the head-bopping till you hit the last track "Class Is Over", to the way you worked the vocal samples in "Tōge" which also needs to be commended.

Nice work yet again on this release, I feel it's a must cope for anyone who enjoys experimental hip-hop. "Tōge" seems to show how you subtly change your sound and still hold that integrity within your work, it's blessed to hear through-out this entire release.

When one purchases this release, you're also gifted with 11 bonus musical blessings that are just worth the purchase, much gratitude for the additions.

Link to Tōge here - https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/t-ge

Can you share what "Tōge" was like to create? What encouraged the vocal samples you worked with in this release? And finally, what did you enjoy working on most with this album?

Toge for me was my departure from lofi. I was experimenting with 808s and slower tempos, triplets etc. I started using Acapellas from modern rappers I liked, putting it into a different context over my type of beats. It was refreshing to do something different.

If you still have it in you, I would love to discuss "Hands Free" which you released at the start of June this year.

This album has your track "double cheese" in it and this track was my introduction to your sound.

Your take on "Double" by Smokepurpp and NLE Choppa just blew me away, subtle alterations to the vocals that enhanced drums as I had never heard them before. You added another layer of soul with your take.

I knew at first play you'd be someone I'd love the opportunity to share words with so before we end, I'd just like to thank you for what you're doing within music here in Australia.

Back on "Hands Free" what inspired you to put this release together?

Link to Hands Free here - https://entrobeats.bandcamp.com/album/hands-free

Nothing in particular, I had been working on some new music and with all the time off I've had recently it was a good time to put something together.

What were your nerves like with this release? What inspires you to release bonus tracks with your releases?

No nerves or anything like that. The bonus tracks on that release are for the people that prefer the instrumentals. I like to include them for anyone that buys the album.

Also, what drew in in about the particular songs you chose to sample for this album as a whole and how does this release resonate with you as its creator?

I was actually listening to a lot of Jetson, baccyard and Soudiere at the time so that was kind of the vibe.

Any upcoming releases or collaborations in the works that you would like to share more details about?

I'm always working on music so I'll have some stuff out again soon. Some singles and maybe another EP before the end of the year.

Can you recommend any artists from music and beyond that you feel our readers would benefit from checking out?

Aside from who I mentioned above, as well as everyone in Lab Co - I'd have to say some of my influences when I first started out.

bsd.u, p00k, aNTOJE, mdbnd, AKTR, bugseed,

Any Last Words?

Thanks for having me!

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Bandcamp -

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Spotify -

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Instagram -

https://www.instagram.com/entro__/

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https://twitter.com/entro__

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https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC5ju9lC_y1R-aSgSHQ-VAhA

Special thanks to Bonny Scott, Corey Leonard, Dani Caffs and @thelisteningpartyco for the brilliant photography

#phonk #lofi #entro//#interview #beatsfortheill #onlinemagazine

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faceofmalawi · 4 years

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Check Out 7 Richest Kids In Nigeria (Photos)

Do you remember the phrase, being born with a silver spoon? Apparently, it’s real. Apparently, there are some people in this world who actually come out of the womb already set for the rest of their life. Can you believe that? For most of us, this is laughable because even at our grown up ages, we still know how hard it is to make even one naira, talk more one dollar. We sweat and we hustle and we fail and we get back up and we get back to the grind until hopefully someday, something good finally comes of our hard work and we can finally exhale and enjoy the fruits of our labor. For the majority of people, this enjoyment happens in the later parts of our life. But for the people on this list, it happened pretty early on. While some were born with the silver spoon, a couple of these kids actually had to hustle their way to success. But no matter the means, all 7 of them are 7 of Nigeria’s Richest Kids. 7. Egypt Ify Ufele

Ever heard of ChubbiLine? Well, it is a plus-size fashion line that sells clothing designed for curvy women, and caters to sizes 00 to 26. The CEO of this brand? 14 year old Egypt Ify Ufele. Starting at age 3, the young mogul begun learning how to sew under the tutelage of her grandmother. At 5, she was making dresses for her dolls and could properly use the sewing machine. At 9, she was creating wearable pieces for her mother and sister. The older she got, the more bullying she begun to experience. She was verbally and physically bullied for her weight and struggled to find clothes that fit her. But when she couldn’t find any clothes in her size, she begun making them for herself. Since then Egypt has gone on to put on shows on New York Fashion Week, feature on the Teen Vogue 21 under 21 list, and partnered with Ford Explorer for a commercial. 6. Ahmed Starboy

Talk about this for a story. 2 years ago when Ahmed Starboy was 12 years old, he was standing outside a Wizkid concert begging for a ticket to go in. One of the attendees heard his pleas and bought him a regular N5,000 ticket. When he got inside, Ahmed was singing and dancing with so much energy that Wizkid himself saw him and took notice. “Why you never sleep, come on stage,” Wizkid said to him, and when Wizkid handed the mic over to him, Ahmed went OFF! In fact, he went so hard and got the crowd so pumped that Wizkid promised to sign him to his music label, Starboy Entertainment, and on top of that, Wizkid gave Ahmed a whooping 10 Million Naira! After that night was over, people didn’t think Wizkid would seriously sign a 12 year old boy. They were wrong. Because Wizkid did and it looks like Ahmed has a bright future ahead of him. After that night was over, people didn’t think Wizkid would seriously sign a 12 year old boy. They were wrong. Because Wizkid did and it looks like Ahmed has a bright future ahead of him. 5. Ozzy Bosco

Ozzy Bosco sometimes called Ozzybee is a 13 year old Nigerian singer/songwriter. At 4 years old, he won the Nigeria “Kids Got Talent” competition. In 2016, he appeared on Britain Got Talent and got a stellar reception from the audience. He has since gone on to collaborate with some of the biggest names in Nigerian music, from Olamide to Flavour to Zlatan. He released his debut album Journey of Life (you never start 🤣) in 2019 at the Sheraton Hotel with the Ooni of Ife, HIM Oba Enitan Adeyeye Ogunwusi, Ojaja II in attendance. Ozzy looks like he’s got a bright future ahead of him. All the best on his journey of life. 4. DJ Young Money

DJ Young Money is the youngest DJ in West Africa. In 2016, he signed a record deal with K-Nation Entertainment. He was the official DJ at former Lagos State Governor, Bola Ahmed Tinubu’s 64th birthday. In 2018, he won the “Young African Entertainer” award. He currently works with and plays for some of the biggest names in Nigerian music. 3. Amarachi Uyanne

At 8 years old, Nigerian singer, dancer, and violinist won a whooping 10 Million Naira at the maiden edition of Nigeria’s Got Talent. This win subsequently dubbed her the “youngest millionaire in Nigeria”. Following her win, she released a viral song and video titled “Amarachi Dance”. She also released another song titled “Ova Sabi” featuring Nigerian rapper Phyno. Amarachi is now facing her studies and currently schools at the Benson Idahosa University, Benin City. 2. Emmanuella Samuel

Emmanuella Samuel popularly known simply as Emmanuella is a 9 year old internet comedian that burst unto the scene in episode 34 of the Mark Angel Comedy Youtube channel. Majorly due to Emmanuella, Mark Angel Comedy became the first ever Nigerian-owned YouTube channel to hit a million subscribers. Today the channel has over 5.8 million subscribers. Following the success of MarkAngelComedy, Emmanuella has performed on many comedy stages, and gotten a number of brand sponsorship deals ranging from Fresh Yogurt Drink to Peak Milk. Seeing that the above video posted just 2 days ago already has 1.1 million views as at the time of writing this article, it’s safe to say that Emmanuella isn’t fading into irrelevance anytime soon. 1. The Mustapha Children Remember that silver spoon I was talking about, well here it is. CEO of Mompha Bureau De Change, Muhammed Lawal Mustapha’s children are spoiled rotten. Muhammed, popularly known as Mompha makes it a point to consistently post pictures of his children on expensive cars, holding wads of cash, living very lavish lives. Although it has brought backlash from some, others say they see it as an inspiration of what they can aspire too. Regardless of how you look at it, one thing is a fact: These kids have way more money than I do. And for that reason, I’m beefing with them. Read the full article

#EmmanuellaSamuel

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tinymixtapes · 6 years

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Feature: 2017: Favorite Labels

When I was a shithead high school kid playing in my first punk rock band, I’m pretty positive that my cohorts and I dedicated much more time to hanging out in a Denny’s booth sketching logos and fine-tuning our astoundingly under-researched shortlists of the record labels that would ideally release our first earthshaking longplayer than we ever dedicated to, ya know, “writing” and “practicing” songs. But strangely, I don’t think this sort of thing happened because we were “lazy.” I think it’s because, a lot of times, the brand name counts even more than the music does. And I guess we all kinda understood that, even back then. Sure, we may all walk around our lives most of the time pretending like our choices and justifications are all pure and internally driven… but — as the introductory statements to three solid years’ worth of these Favorite Labels lists all ably point out — that shit is a straight-up hallucination. What we all really need at the end of the day is to feel assured that we’re part of a bigger story. We want those choices backed up by some weird, impossibly infallible guarantee. On a grand scale, this whole project represents nothing less than the most utterly serious of metaphysical business: nothing and no one stands on their own. Individuals are forgotten. Lines have endpoints. Organisms wither and die. We see this. We know this. We hate this. Brands, on the other hand, endure. Those glorious abstractions known as “classifications,” “families,” “institutions,” and so on can’t be killed. In other words, we’re not just talking comfort here; we’re talking Immortality. But even on the level of our day-to-day exploitation and/or enjoyment of culture, it holds true. For example, even now, as I try to reconstitute the narrative, some of my favorite records of 2017 didn’t just “come out.” They “came out as editions on Sean McCann’s Recital program.” As a writer, I found it downright difficult to parse and explain the evolution of certain monikers without using Hospital Productions as a scaffolding or to discuss this-or-that artist without shouting-out Posh Isolation. And I’ve got to fess up to the fact that, as a fan, I attended several shows and bought several records based on their Don Giovanni tag alone. Is any of this compulsive brand-association particularly justified or fair? Objectively, no, I guess not. But that’s exactly the point: categorizing frail, transient little things into grand structures that transcend the worth of each of those little peons when tallied individually not only provides a nice distraction, but it also helps cocoon us — however temporarily and delusionally — in a cozy and structured-yet-flexible hammock rather than leaving us all sailing naked through the silent, freezing, soulless, limitless, and immeasurable depths of deep space at a million miles an hour. So, um, if it’s all the same to you, I think I’ll just go head and keep clinging like grim death to all the delusional institutions I can get my mammalian hands on. In fact, here’s 14 or so that you might find handy too. Take ’em or leave ’em. –Dan Smart --- Noumenal Loom [$EGA & THE RAINBOW STREETS · TOIRET STATUS · PASCALE PROJECT] Since 2013, Noumenal Loom, run by Garrett Crosby, a.k.a. Holly Waxwing, out of Birmingham, Alabama, has been pogoing around the globe to gather together all sounds exciting and excitable. So far, the label has pepped us way up with seminal releases by aggregative electronic wizards Foodman, Giant Claw, and Seth Graham, while concurrently winding down with gentle albums from the lovably chill likes of Tuluum Shimmering and Angel Dust Dealers. Their 2017 roster opened with an addictively danceable cassette from DJ Voilà, and whether the label has been exploring techno, funk, smooth jazz, or muzak, it’s been an idea of bodily movement that has unified all of this year’s tapes and albums. We’ve window-shopped with Haha Mart and loosened into a swaying groove with Jasper Lee and Earthly. Bouncy releases from Pascale Project and $3.33 scrubbed the dance floor clean, and, to round out the year, the label just dropped two back-to-back bath bombs by $ega & The Rainbow Streets, a new project from Kenji Yamamoto, and some mind-boggling impishness from Toiret Status. Amidst all kinds of paralyzing madness outside, spaces and sounds that invite such movement feel distinctly joyful and freeing. –Cookcook --- Hands in the Dark [BYRON WESTBROOK · BRIAN CASE · MATT JENCIK] Even French label Hands In the Dark’s name dallies with the corporeal, alluding to a sense beyond the visible, a prickle or a tickle when the lights are off. Label founder Morgan Cuinet has compiled a walloping roster of experimental artists whose work mines the occult affect of sub-bass, the pilomotor reflex to binaural wizardry, and the pineal proprioception to the encounter between ambie(/a)nce and the human ear. It’s hardly a surprise, then, that the artists represented — among them Matt Jencik, Brian Case, and Byron Westbrook — positively bodied the electronic music scene in 2017. Even from the pirouetting opening seconds of Westbrook’s “Dance and Free Fall,” the opening track off Body Consonance, tendrils of sound coagulate and consummate with the ear, consonate with the flesh, palpitate along with the temple’s pulse. Mastered by Helmut Erler and TMT favorite Rashad Becker at Berlin’s Dubplates & Mastering, these delicately fashioned transmissions massage and clench, stimulating the viscera and churning the gut. Hands in the Dark has quietly built a catalog of ambient music with gumption, a dance music for the synapses and for the goosebumps. The future is now: forget your antidepressants and anhedonia. With hands and feet and neck and back — in the dark or in the light — we’re getting sensual. –Benjamin Eckman Bieser --- Nyege Nyege Tapes [RIDDLORE · OTIM ALPHA · MAKAVELI] Luck’s acute attribute is having enough faith in letting go of the good and/or bad; a bird shits your in hair: half-think you won the lottery, but you keep thinking, a bird shit in my hair. Communication will forever be sharpened through adverse arts. Nyege Nyege Tapes bugged on 2017 with some excellent cultural deep-dive for listeners to gnash. What hit first was the jux-flow of “Ukuti” by Disco Vumbi. Immediately after, Riddlore’s Afromutations banged so hard, listeners lost direction of “Why?” and pursed immediate: “What timeline does Nyege Nyege Tapes abide by?” The third release defined another unique MC’s entry, Gulu City Anthems by Otim Alpha, baring a certain soul that comes more with the certainty of songwriting than production. Mysterians’s Joyride on Judgment Day was a gem that power-washed nodes on a level of intellect we won’t find until all the pieces of blasted-ambience have fit. But most importantly, Sounds of Sisso vibes on such a level of reappropriative, cultural instinct, one forgets to even find the magnitude of hype, purely grappling at the textures of rhythm. Nyege Nyege Tapes defines the stripped-down airfare to where prestige and lister-expansion take the next step. –C Monster --- Recital Program [ROGER ENO · DICK HIGGINS · MARY MAZZACANE] Whatever happened to the classics? Did we just get over them? Or rather, did they get over us? Is it still possible to remain just a little bit old-fashioned in a world that’s progressing at an exponential rate, when what happened even yesterday is archaic, forgotten, meaningless? For one, maybe study up on Sean McCann’s Recital Program, which spent yet another year shattering the glass walls between “high” and “low” art, proving again that everything is fascinating if we just look a little closer. Between exploring the lost lineage of the Mazzacane/Connors family, exposing the ever-tumbling wordplay of Dick Higgins, and issuing regal, flowing piano works from the likes of Michael Vincent Waller and Roger Eno, Recital kept its cool amidst a musical landscape that continues to self-implode. In reclaiming the opulent world of the classical for the underground of today, McCann’s label creates its own sort of beautiful order out of chaos, a theater in which the mundane and the ornate can freely converse and even trade places for a while if they so choose, unshackled from the class boundaries that so often keep the two camps railing against one another. Whatever happened to the classics? They’re living among us now. –Sam Goldner --- Music from Memory [BENE FONTELES · DUB OVEN · GAUSSIAN CURVE] “Music from Memory” is a misnomer and double entendre both. The records released by the Amsterdam label can’t be from memory in its most common meaning, simply because they have almost never been heard by “the masses” before. The music does, however, come from what could be called a place of memory. It has the ability to instill nostalgia for mysteries, to create attachments to unlived experiences. What started with the phenomenal Vito Ricci full-length in 2015 and was constituted with the Dip In The Pool reissue in 2016 has, this year, become a stalwart of archival transcendence. Although it’s often titled a “reissue label,” every 2017 release out of Music from Memory feels incredibly new. Psychedelic Brazilian music comps feel dime-a-dozen these days, but 2017’s Outro Tempo pillars over them all. The clunky disco of Dutch DJ Richenel feels a step ahead of contemporary house nostalgics. What the label provides is a sort of one-way mirror, looking at a past that was dreaming of its future. The attention to detail and arduous curation that goes into every record from Music from Memory highlights not where we went wrong, but what was done right. –E. Fosl --- The Worst [MINOGAME · X.NTE · ANCIENT ORIGIN] The Worst couldn’t be more misnamed. Since January, the Tennessean netlabel has birthed a baker’s dozen of the squelchiest/geekiest/sugar-sludgiest breakcore the bowels of SoundCloud have to offer. Spearheaded by visual-artist-cum-producer Minogame, the imprint functions as the post-internet era’s answer to the Smithsonian Folkways, cataloguing cyberpunk transmissions from the web’s uncharted territories: aside from surface-level nods to Warp’s cheeky humor and penchant for cluttered drum-breaks, much of the label’s output represents the hyper-individualism within a late-capitalist state that has driven us deep into our own curated aesthetics for solace. The aforementioned Minogame’s a tribe of one, signified by their Lascaux-like scribblings and math-rock source material. The prolific Ancient Origin is also a culture unto itself, one informed as much by Animal Crossing’s pastoral tradition as it is by mid-aughts crunk mixtapes. Visit The Worst’s Bandcamp, click a record cover, and assimilate: this is an expansive charting a miniature world. –Jude Noel --- Profound Lore [BELL WITCH · SANNHET · FULL OF HELL] I’ll be real: last year, I hadn’t heard of Profound Lore Records. Sure, I knew a ton of their past releases, like those of Krallice, Altar of Plagues, and Nadja, but I wasn’t fully conscious of the brilliant and gnarled web that tied them all together. The fateful moment that changed all that was the December release of Ash Borer’s superb The Irrepassable Gate, which was one of the most truly badass black metal records I’d heard in years. I became obsessed, and I started paying attention to Profound Lore (run by the great Chris Bruni). Enter 2017. I came into this year ready to chomp on anything Profound Lore released, and what a fucking year they’ve had. Pallbearer’s Heartless was a thrilling, prog-tinged doom journey that was as compelling as anything the band has done. Full Of Hell’s Trumpeting Ecstasy was an impeccably produced and excellently paced grindcore album, one of the year’s best in the genre. And then there was Loss’ magical doom odyssey Horizonless, whose grizzly howls brought an appropriate sense of melancholic yearning for listeners in 2017. And let’s not forget Sannhet’s aggressive and relentless So Numb, a refreshingly powerful exercise in instrumental metal. But, in my opinion, Profound Lore’s crowning achievement for the year was Bell Witch’s Mirror Reaper, a breathtaking, bass-laden drive through the great beyond via glacial doom metal. The label capped the year off with this month’s epically unsettling 7xLP Rainbow Mirror by Prurient, a release that delivered a whole new set of mysteries and moods for us to relish as we slide gracefully into 2018. I raise my glass to you now, Profound Lore, as I have many times in my life, whether knowingly or unknowingly. You have brought a significant amount of beautiful music into the world this year. Thank you. –Adam Rothbarth --- End of the Alphabet [AKE · OMIT · MARHAUS AND MEEK] I have often wondered the existential meaning behind Noel Meek’s End of the Alphabet label. I can conjure many shortsighted missives about the location of New Zealand, the idea of the letters X, Y, and Z being largely ignored and underused, or perhaps the notion that those same letters are quite weird and therefore loosely lumped together. So I’ll stick to a combination of all three, which is why EotA is such an ear-opening experience. Whether it’s via Meek’s own releases and collaborations, or those spotlighting both his New Zealand and its surrounding — and equally ignored — regional sounds. Considering how stuck Western culture seems to be, I’d rather delve into the XYZs of our globe than the ABCs. –Jspicer --- MOTOR Collective [KLEIN & LACK · SABERTOOTH · R. GAMBLE] Tucked away in the fogs of the Pacific Northwest, this year the gang at MOTOR Collective did not “break through” so much as further refine their version of dance music — moody, spacious, and deep, yet grounded enough that you can actually move to it. MOTOR releases (as well as their excellent parties and podcasts) feel less like music for the club as we know it and more like the jump-off point for some head-trip gathering in the forest; the sense of a group yearning for this vision carries across records as varied as R Gamble’s Realistic Spaces and Heidi Sabertooth’s The Hear Of Now (both highlights for the year). That you can still hear the tape hiss on many digital versions of MOTOR tracks (as opposed to the hyperreal, LOL-perfect rendering of so much modern electronic music) speaks to what the label is going for. Like mighty ponderosa left in the rain, it’s imperfect and gently warped, still sturdy, and full of personality. –Dylan Pasture --- PERMALNK [DETENTE · LEO HOFFSAES & LOTO RETINA · BENOIT B] The Parisian label PERMALNK has been offering what it calls an “empathetic image of the world” since 2014, but it wasn’t until this year, with three strong releases, that it brought that image into clearer focus. The empathy of DETENTE’s Basic Dwell is reserved for the world’s smoldering and static-charged bits, where its energy is locked up, and from whence it manifests in stuttering impact and action-movie fidelity, accompanied by the grungy tremolo of guitar. Léo Hoffsaes and Loto Retina collaborated on Early Contact, the intimate story of a woman’s day out with her son and husband as her second child squirms in her belly, with uterine gurgling joining airy string melodies in a duet of nervous anticipation that spreads, as if contagiously, from narrator to listener. Far from both the incidental onslaught of Basic Dwell and the human intimacy of Early Contact, Benoit B’s Ethereal Drops addressed itself to the world as if to a fantastic, New Age-adjacent vision of nature. Its tracks, like the standouts “Sparkling Stream” and “Diamonds Rain,” combined a high, animalistic chirp with pads colored in shades of balearic and trance, constructing an image that, like artist Tavi Lee’s album cover, carries about it a worldly air, even in its bold color palette and surreal bending of the edges of its “natural” forms about one another. In 2017, PERMALNK has accomplished something rare in releasing three albums with little in common aside from an adherence to the label’s noble mission statement and, more importantly, an uncanny coherence as individual works of art. –Will Neibergall --- Posh Isolation [CROATIAN ARMOR · DAMIEN DUBROVNIK · KYO] In some secret file on Loke Rahbek’s hard drive, one can find my full frontal nudes along with a genetalia garden of many other bodies, desecrated and devalued, for they all were exchanged, vulnerability for vulnerability, with a cassette tape of Croatian Amor’s 2014 album The Wild Palms. In the commodification of the world, all things are abstractly identified with an exchange value, where even vulnerability has a value, for the body is as expendable as every other image. Yet, here we give one’s inability to give as a gift — one’s vulnerability. The self-interest of commodity economy is abdicated in preference of a gift exchange. Here, Rahbek creates an artificial space to find other people. Posh Isolation’s forays beyond noise and industrial to lyrical ambient and minimal techno belie industrial music’s foundation in the incommunicable dissonance of the world of industrial capitalism, where seeking to be heard above the din is a project worthy of art. By fetishizing the empty object in the artificial space of performance, this bubblegum industrial forges impossible connections that, though artificial, become pleasurable and therefore real. Through pain directed inward, as if pierced by a great many arrows, we confirm that one’s self is irreducible to the abstract identification of the commodity, as Saint Sebastian his beauty. The ultimate need to make contact snaps one out of artificiality. In 2017, the cold has become a little bit warmer and a sort of sincerity is resuscitated. –Evan Coral --- Don Giovanni [SCREAMING FEMALES · AGUA VIVA · LEE BAINS III & THE GLORY FIRES] What’s opera, doc? Opera is text by tune splitting story, Italian for “work.” Opera is Don Giovanni, some Austrian seraph’s diminishing sevenths flicking humans into shouting until the sound shakes our hearts. Hearts and mouths shout, so listen: Joe Steinhardt and Zach Gajewski played in a bad band at Boston College, made their own 7-inch, and voila: opera via Don Giovanni. It’s music label as New Brunswick new alternative, nixing commercial interruption so artist and audience are fleet free as a Mozart minuet to trade roles and help each other. “Anyone can do anything and not just that, everyone can do everything. No one’s fucking special,” Steinhardt reminds us. In an ashen historical moment, those words are totem for remembering the good work of “nobody lives unless everybody lives.” Don Giovanni is Aye Nako’s rim shot disrupt-punk and the geography-atomizing Lee Bains III & The Glory Fires. It’s Irreversible Entanglements, unmetered jazz outfit as union collective and A Piece of Water, the Buenos Aires tidal pool dream of Agua Viva, a body’s buoyancy over oppression. It’s La Neve’s American Sounds, a non-binary bodying the electric song as new national anthem sans strict script and the breaking “Glass House,” Screaming Female’s yowl of a collective body’s mission to re-member shards of 2017’s ill-reality into something better for every body. The music label model is the original resisting force, the libretto punk show, a two-fold work of labor output and piece created. Don Giovanni refuses repenting like the title character and screams high C’s into hell, a Looney Tunes promise that everything is movable except good work. Don Giovanni is the good work, opera for us by us. No one’s fucking special. Everyone’s fucking special. –Frank Falisi --- Piratón [MINICOMPONENTE · UPGRAYEDD JESSICA · AMAZONDOTCOM] OK, you caught me; Piratón Records isn’t as prolific as some of these other labels. As far as I can tell, it currently only exists as a Bandcamp page, and since its founding in 2015 by Mexico City musician and music journalist Carlos Huerta (a.k.a. Josué Josué), there are only four releases, all available for free streaming with a “name your price” option for download. One of them, Ruido’s 2015 FUN LP, is a totally bonkers instrumental hip-hop/chip-tune/synth punk thing. Two of them are compilations in a series called No hay más fruta que las nuestra, which means, “There is no fruit other than ours,” a play on a quote by Mexican social realist painter David Siqueiros: “No hay mas ruta que la nuestra” (“There is no other route but ours”). This year’s No hay más fruta que la nuestra 2 is why I’m writing this blurb. Like its 2016 predecessor, it features all kinds of music by female artists from Latin America and Spain. TMT favorite (Upgrayedd) Smurphy is on it, along with 11 other incredible ladies whose work spans pop, punk, rap, techno, and folk. It’s basically all I’ve listened to this year (besides, like, DAMN. and A Crow Looked At Me, so you know it’s good but ultimately responsible for way fewer tears). Snarkiness aside, I hope that somebody finds this at least half as empowering as I did this year. Life fairs a little better when your music’s this good. –Jazz Scott --- Hospital Productions [LUSSURIA · RAINFOREST SPIRITUAL ENSLAVEMENT · NINOS DU BRASIL] 2017 was the 20th year in the business for Dominic Fernow’s Hospital Productions. The label celebrated with tastefully grim releases that fit nicely under the three categories of Fernow’s own projects, Vatican Shadow, Prurient, and Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement. Like Demdike Stare’s DDS and Oneohtrix Point Never’s Software imprints, Hospital Productions never strays far from Fernow’s infernal circle of influence. The label eschews the convenience of modern platforms, preferring physical record stores and distributors like Boomkat and Bleep to platforms like Bandcamp and SoundCloud. Aesthetically, the labels seems to occupy a razor-thin void that exists between the chic, palatable throb of ambient techno — the sort of jilted, swooning sound that intellectual architecture students in horn-rimmed glasses and ket-heads in crop tops can bond over — and the always unpalatable, unpredictable underground noise scene. The latter is the spawning pool of Hospital Productions, a realm of cut-and-paste cassette art and “noise tables,” which basically kept the National Audio Company in business until avant-garde electronica and Urban Outfitters found tapes to be a fashionable medium again. It’s a dangerous game Fernow plays: with every high-bias, 180g limited-edition release at the luxury price point, he runs the risk of playing to the “market,” whether ironically or for personal gain. Industry politics aside, the music is of scrupulous quality and gluttonous proportions. Hospital Productions is committed to releases of staggering, atmospheric scale: the monolithic physical LPs and cassette boxes are like dense artifacts, adding to the imprint’s quasi-archaeological mystique. Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement put out a few large cuts, coming over two hours on a reissue of Green Graves. The project also put out an eight-cassette compilation titled Water Witches, one of many such bricks of tape that the label would drop. Another eight-hour box set of 8xCS was released for Dust Belt’s brooding, dark ambient on Ecocannibalism, and then of course there was the 6xLP release of Prurient’s massive Rainbow Mirror, which was co-released with Profound Lore. The club side of Hospital Productions is equally grim: Ninos du Brasil released their second full-length, Vida Eterna, a bludgeoning set of trance-inducing Latin rhythms, as well as another 12-inch. Natural Assembly put out The Fantasy of Love, a mix of post punk and deep house. Shifted drew a converging plane between metal grooves (the rhythmic kind) that sound like they’ve been rubbed out of literal metal grooves and outsider techno beats on Appropriation Stories. As much as I hate the “outsider” term, there’s still not much of a vocabulary for the sort of undanceable, fringes-of-the-club-basement beats that Hospital represents so well. –Ross Devlin http://j.mp/2iT0sDJ

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Consumer Guide / No.91 / Artist, blogger, collector and Charlie Gillett fan, Michael Leigh with Mark Watkins.

MW : Your background...

ML : I was born in London just after The Second World War so part of the “baby boom” generation. My parents lived in Highbury at the time and soon moved to various places around Kent and Essex – staying with relatives – uncles and aunties etc. as accommodation was very hard to find at the time.

Eventually, my working class parents got on a housing waiting list for the new town Basildon (about 30 miles outside London, in Essex) and a couple of years later around 1953 got a small, modern, terraced house with a bathroom and a garden – things we'd never had before.

The town at the time was a mixture of old villages and housing estates and farmland so I had a pretty enjoyable childhood roaming over fields and exploring old derelict bungalows and farm houses etc. that were due for re-development.

I enjoyed junior school but wasn't even allowed to take my Eleven-plus so ended up in a terrible secondary school, which I hated. The only nice teacher was the art master who was very encouraging and those were the lessons I really looked forward to. I seemed to be pretty hopeless at everything else except maybe for technical drawing.

So after gaining just one O level in Art I enrolled in the general course at the local art school which happened to be Southend-On-Sea, about 15 miles away in the Thames Estuary. This was a real eye opener for me – mixing with so many like-minded and interesting individuals who loved art as much as I did. Great teachers who were very encouraging and helpful. I loved it!

Looking back through rose coloured glasses these seemed like the Halcyon Days of my youth.

MW : Tell me about your interest in art and any key "light bulb" moments at Art School...

ML : Key light bulb moments? Well, I suppose just being immersed in art all day long was totally thrilling and I thought myself very lucky to spend four years just painting, drawing, printmaking, sculpture etc.

My parents were very supportive too most of the time, although I'm sure they thought “a proper job” would be more beneficial ! I had no grant at the time only my bus fares paid by the local council. I realised if I needed to progress to the next level of education – university – I had to acquire some more O levels.

So I had to do some night classes to catch up. Eventually getting a Level 3 over three years which enabled me to do a foundation course and go on to study fine art in Manchester, where I got my degree and afterwards a postgraduate place at Chelsea School of Art in London.

MW : What type of art do you produce...

ML : I've enjoyed all kinds of medium in art over the years – painting with oils and watercolours and making the occasional print when the opportunity arose. It wasn't until 1980 that I discovered the International Mail Art Network via a lovely exhibition at the Greenwich Theatre Gallery in South London, and so the painting took a back seat for a while and I concentrated on collages, rubber stamping and photo copies etc. - things that could easily be stuffed into an envelope and sent to other artists around the globe.

This is how I met Hazel, my wife, after sending weird artworks back and forth to each other until we finally met up and fell in love. We have been together for 35 years now and have a 26 year old son who has just graduated from the Royal College of Art.

I should mention the exhibition of our joint archive of mail art that goes on show this September at Special Collections at Manchester Metropolitan University. It's on until April 3rd, 2020 so you have plenty of time to go and visit it. It will be one of the largest shows of postal art ever in the UK.

MW : Do you have a favourite artist?

ML : One of my favourite artists is the collagist John Evans who sadly died a few years back – we had been correspondents for over 25 years and he used to send me a collage for my birthday, as well as many ink stained letters from New York, his home town. He is featured in this exhibition in Manchester and we have several of his collages dotted around our house.

MW : What do you enjoy collecting?

ML : I enjoy collecting all manner of things from mail art, postcards, rubber stamps, ephemera, records, toys etc. - the list goes on and on. Hazel, my wife, and my son Archie are also avid collectors of stuff.

We frequent boot sales, charity shops and flea markets all the time and have quite filled this little house from top to bottom with all kinds of junk (err... I mean antiques and collectables!).

Every now and then we have a purge and get rid of loads of DVD's, books etc. and take them to the charity shop, where hopefully some other collector will find room for them.

MW : How did you get into recording Charlie Gillett's radio shows, building up an archive, exchanging correspondence and mixtapes?

ML : I first encountered the DJ Charlie Gillett when he did a wonderful show on BBC Radio London in the 70's called “Honky Tonk”. Every Sunday I used to race back from the flea market in East London, where I lived at the time, to record his shows on an ancient reel-to- reel tape recorder with the microphone wedged up against the old valve radio speaker.

Later on, I upgraded to a cassette player which made things a lot easier. I was making mix tapes of my own from records I found at the market and various other places and so eventually I sent him one and our correspondence began. Charlie would send me the occasional record, or a letter - even some photos of his travels. He then moved to Capital Radio and did a show with World Music as the main interest and I was collecting that sort of thing too. Eventually he asked me to go on his show to play some market finds which I did in 1989.

I rather lost touch when we moved from London and couldn't hear his radio shows (except for those on the World Service) anymore and was shocked and saddened by his untimely death. I have tried to keep his name and his shows alive by uploading them onto my music blog and later onto the dedicated page on Facebook.

https://www.facebook.com/groups/1694083207508317/

MW: Why is Charlie (Gillett) much missed?

ML : Charlie is much missed mainly because he was quite unique in the radio world being a passionate enthusiast of all genres of music from Rock 'n' Roll to World Music and was extremely knowledgeable. Also, he always found guests that were equally knowledgeable and engaging.

Nobody comes close to him on the airwaves today because deejays seem to have lost the art of communicating. It's all a bit corporate and flash these days with brash personalities taking over the airwaves with crass chat and awful banter - I can't stand it! Charlie was one of the last real deejays - a bygone era of radio that will sadly never return.

MW : Do you listen to music on the radio?

ML : I rarely listen to music on the radio these days. I much prefer playing records or CD's.

As a child of the 1950's, I was brought up on Rock 'n' Roll - so still love Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, The Everly Brothers, Little Richard etc. - not many British artists, except maybe for Lonnie Donegan and The Shadows.

Later on in the 1960's it was The Beatles, The Rolling Stones and The Kinks etc.

I still listen to all that stuff with a mixture of Punk and New Wave from the 1980's - and - more recently World Music - artists such as Fela Kuti, Salif Keita, M'Bilia Bel, Youssou N'Dour etc.

MW : Your ideal day?

ML : Ideal days for me are usually going out to a boot sale or an antique emporium with my dear wife or else shopping around charity shops in Chester or Llandudno etc.

We also like country walks and finding cafes to have tea and a slice of cake. Somewhere like Whitegate Way in Cheshire where you can do both – their recently refurbished station café (it used to be an old railway line), all run by volunteers and sells lovely food and drink etc.

MW: How do you like to spend Christmas?

ML : I try not to think about Christmas too much. I hate all that hype for the festive season starting in September! Crazy!

We usually have a quiet time at home with the family – eating and drinking too much and watching lots of crap on the TV just like so many other people!!

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dbtrilogy2 · 7 years

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Carlton

I won't up early this morning to make my family breakfast. Believe it or not I'm trying here. Having both my girls upset with me is stressful plus my own son schooling me was a bit of a wake up sign.

"And the kiss up begins." Elias walks in. "Waffles huh good choice."

"Have you always been this much of a smart ass?" I put Rebecca plate on the tray with the cup of coffee and bowl of sliced pears.

"Yeah but you wouldn't know that." He smirked pouring himself a cup of juice.

"Look I get you upset or whatever but I'm still you father don't disrespect me boy."

Me being away is doing more than just having my family miss me. I'm starting to feel like a step dad. When all this album stuff is over they see it all was worth it. The long hours and all!

Before I start my way to my wife and I room my princess came down.

"Your here?"

"Yeah I live here don't I?" I pinch her cheek. Usually she would smile and blush.

"I don't know I thought you moved into your office." She walked by me.

"Ok you both need to cool it. I get it you don't like me working but I bet you do like your phones and clothes and living in this house. Someone has to pay for all of that stuff it doesn't just come for free!"

"Dad please don't try to make us look like over spoiled kids. You gave us most of this stuff we didn't ask for it." Amanda says picking at her food. "If it means you won't miss another of my shows you can have my phone and iPad....I just want my daddy back."

She pouts getting up walking off. Elias went after her leaving me alone. Taking the tray of food I go into our room seeing a empty bed.

"Yes I can meet you at my shop and we'll just work from there." Rebecca came out the closet putting on a watch. Seeing me and the food she ends the call. "What's this?"

"Breakfast. I wanted us to all eat together but the kids are in a mood." I say watching her sit in front of her make up stand thing.

"That happens when you abandon your kids for some island hoe."

"Rebecca-"

"Don't worry I'm not starting anything just stating a fact. I gotta leave but thanks for the thought...don't forget Julian first game is tonight everyone is going."

"Ok but uh I was thinking after all this album stuff is done we can go on some kind of family trip maybe Disney world or something. I wanna show you guys the benefit of all the long hours and me being absent to a few things."

"Sure Carlton I'll see you later."

She came kissing my head then strutting out. Her outfit was a little more over the top than usual but I'm sure she just wanted to look good.

Today I'm going with Robin to her first radio interview and a shoot for her album. It's all in the finale stages so soon we'll be presenting a track list to the record heads for their approval.

By the time I was leaving out I was home alone. I lock up the house and hop in my car heading for the address set in my GPS. While waiting in front of the house I sat on my Instagram. I come across a picture of my wife from this morning. I haven't really paid much attention to her post like I usually do.

@BuymyBrand:#morningthoughts people aren't like clothes you can't change them whenever you want that change has to be in them don't miss out on your own blessings being so worked up in helping someone who doesn't want that help

"Morning sunshine." She got in smiling at me. "I'm so excited for today."

"Good I'm excited for you. So today is your first radio interview then the photo shoot for the new comers magazine. After we get the ok from the label they'll get some more singles out put you on a promo tour so this is good practice." I pull off towards the radio station direction.

"Thanks for coming with me I'm shitting bricks right now! Oh and thanks to for picking me up my car should be done by tomorrow."

"It's cool."

We rode in silence for a while until reaching the station. Once inside were taken to a room where the DJ and his co host are waiting. The show will be going on live.

"Hey thanks so much for coming in today. Your song with drake is a killer we play it all the time."

Robin blushed. "All praise really goes to this guy here he made that happen and has been personally helping me become something big." She looked back smiling at me.

"Yeah I've been hearing good things about this man here!" Me and the DJ go back to the middle school days. We were science lab partners. "How you been man?"

"Pretty good just been working my ass off."

The show started and was going smooth. They asked her about how she got started what her style is what brought her to Atlanta. This simple up coming artist questions. But then it took a slight turn when the co host started question her about us.

"I know Carlton is the producer for your up coming album but it seems you guys spend more than a lot of time together."

"Well yeah Carlton is like a mentor to me he's been teaching me about the business. He's taken me under his wing in a way."

"Mmhm and how does his wife feel about all this or do you just not care and only worry about you?"

"I wouldn't know when we are together it's just about us the outside world doesn't matter. If she had a problem I'm sure he would say something."

No no no no no no.

"It's not my fault if he rather work with me than be at home with his wife. I'm not forcing him we just enjoy out late nights together."

I'm so fucked.

The co host looked back at me shaking her head. "Late nights? You don't think it might look wrong how your so comfortable keeping a husband from his family. Any self respecting woman I know doesn't spend most of her time with married men. Rather he's not stopping it you should have some respect not only yourself but for his wife right? How would you feel if you were in her shoes?"

"I guess yeah but it's clear she's not doing something right and it's keeping him out. If anything someone needs to be telling her how to keep her husband home." She laughed looking back at me. "And if it were me being that I know how to keep my man happy this wouldn't be happening."

I signal to cut the interview and walk out. This bitch is about to get us both killed! I can't blame anyone but myself for that anyway.

"Hey why did you run out like that?" Robin came out looking worried.

"Really...what the hell was that!?"

"An interview you didn't think it went good?" She acting clueless right now.

"No you basically called out my wife that shit was way beyond unnecessary."

"She asked me a question and I answered!"

"That has to be the dumbest thing you've done. I told you before we even got here not to answer question like that ones that are clearly are a win for the host but a lose for you. What makes you think you have any right to speak on me and my wife?"

"Oh cry me a fucking river that bitch does nothing but stress you out just because she knows I can take you away in a heart beat. It's not my fault I'm more enjoyable to be around."

"Don't speak on my wife ever again you not about to take anybody a god damn place and if you call her out her name again you'll be dealing with me."

This bitch is crazy. Through the rest of the day between the photo shoot and car rides I said nothing to her. There nothing to say really. I had to stop by my office since I left my laptop.

"Carlton would you stop ignoring me. You are blowing this way bigger than it is." Robin followed me to my office.

"You cloned my wife on live radio...am I suppose to just let that go?" I unlock my door walking in the room.

"So what it's not like she's gonna do anything about it."

"You are so wrong to think that." My oh so beautiful smart and understanding wife smiled walking in sitting.

"Hey baby." I sat kissing her cheek.

"Hi...Robin I wanna talk to you."

Mona

Jumping out my sleep I squint at my door. I thought I heard someone call me but-

"Mona get up!" Mom came busting in my room.

"Ma I'm sleep why you gotta come up in here with all that." I whine laying back down.

"Because I'm telling you to get up."

"It's Sunday mommy let me sleep."

"No I need you and Stanley to watch the twins today. Their both already up and we about to leave."

After she left I went back under my warm comforter. As I'm getting back into my deep sleep a cold wind hits me.

"What the hell!?"

"Curse at me again I dare you." Dad looked at me blank. "I know your mother told you to get up. If I come back in here and you not up imma pull you out the bed myself." He left leaving my door open.

Smacking my teeth I get up stomping and slam my door. It wasn't on purpose per say but hey. As I'm heading in my bathroom my bedroom door flies open scaring the shit out of me.

"You lost your mind slamming my door like that!?"

"It was on accident!"

This is why I prefer to deal with mom she's more laid back and not as crazy as daddy. He is not afraid to get at us while mom would rather give a look and send us to our room or something. I know I get away with a lot with mom and try not to take advantage of that.

He looked at clenching his jaw. "Keep the damn door open and hurry up."

I shower and get dressed in something lazy. I could hear the twins already.

"Morning." Stanley smiled flipping her pancake. "I made oatmeal for them so can you feed one and I'll get the other."

I sigh picking up a bowl sitting in front of Morgan. "Open up runt." She smiled dropping her mouth.

"So what did you do last night."

"Nothing much. How was the celebration dinner?"

"Well it turned into something else for me and Julian. He called it a practice date."

"Oh ok grown self."

I think Julian and Stanley would be the cutest couple. She deserves that boyfriend privilege. Gifts for no reason being showered with compliments and kisses. Oh and can't forget that tingling feeling of your special someone calling you baby. It's simple but from the right person sounds like the greatest thing ever.

That's how things were when Sam and I were together. I remember the first time we kissed. It was at the junior high summer dance. We snuck off to the empty hallway. He put my back to the wall looked deep in my eyes giving my stomach butterflies. That was the best night of my life. I thought we would last for years honestly but sometime after we got to high school I didn't feel the spark anymore. Shawn gives me that spark and this rush feeling.

"We ate at this pizza place it was just us and the people that worked there. It was really nice." I noticed her blush. "After we got ice cream then he dropped me off."

"Did he kiss you?"

"No we decided to save that. I think I'm starting to really like him...it's kind of scary."

"Awwwww."

Laughing we finish feeding the girls. We cleaned them up and decided to walk to the park. We ran around the small playground until they found their own little friends. Sitting on a bench I pull out my phone.

Danger💉♥️:baby where u at I wanna see you

Me:the park around my neighborhood but don't be to noticeable I'm with my sisters

Danger💉♥️:yea yea I do what I want girl

"I saw you sneaking in last night."

"What?"

"Around one I got up to get some water and I heard something in your room and peaked. I saw you climb through the window. Why did you lie to me?"

Sighing I lock my phone. "Because what I do is my business. If you knew I wasn't actually home-"

"I wanted to see if you would lie to me." She looked at me sad. "All I'm trying to do is protect you Mona please...this can only end wrong."

"I don't need to be protected I'm not a child! Shawn makes me happy why isn't that enough!"

"Because this whole relationship is illegal! You are fourteen a minor in the eyes of the law if anyone gets wind of this Shawn is going to prison. How can you be with someone investing so much of your time and emotions knowing at any moment the could be taken away from you!?"

"You should be asking yourself that honey."

I didn't want to do this I really didn't. Stanley and I are closer than blood sisters. But she's over stepping her place and clearly I need to push her back.

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Julian...I'm sure the adoption people frown on in family relationships with kids they send into families."

She pouts looking at me shaking her head. "You know I'm even in a relationship with him."

"And yet you two just went on a date?"

"So that's how far your willing to go with this?"

"All I'm saying is you rat me out I rat you out and we both lose something important. Me a boyfriend and you a family."

It may have been a little harsh on my end....ok it was really harsh but she should've stayed out my business.

"Fine Mona you won I'll back off...for good."

As my phone vibrates in my hand she walked off with the diaper backpack calling the girls. Seeing his text I smiled looking around until I spot his car.

"Hey sexy get on in here." Shawn bites his lip as I slide in his car. "Where you wanna go?"

"Where you want baby."

Nodding he pressed on his gas making the car roar. As he's pulling up to the park exit Stanley walks across with the twins in the double stroller.

"Isn't that your sister? Damn she got ass."

"Shawn what the hell I'm right here you dick!" I shove him as he chuckled.

"Man be quiet. She got more ass than you."

"Seriously Shawn shut up that's my sister I'm your girlfriend that's some disrespectful shit!"

"Who told you that Mona I have a girlfriend already."

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iv-b. i knew i loved you then

but you’d never know

ft. midorima shintarou

This is the thing that made me want to rip my hair off my head because of my PC randomly blue-screening me. To those who responded to the rant, thank you for your understanding!

@ourneverendingpossibilities it’s nice that you have such a positive outlook in life!! I was so mad when it happened, but since it’s complete now I guess everything’s okay ヽ(＊>∇<)ﾉ

@squirrelsass13 thanks for the encouragement! I rarely ever write on Word (it transfers weirdly when I copy and paste the text on tumblr) so I was typing straightaway on my Drafts... I click on “Save Draft” every paragraph now lol

Faint connections to the previous installation of Cantabile

Fem!Reader. Semi-NSFW. Long (2728 words).

I’m sorry if this sucks but... yeah.

Why do you play?

Isn’t being a doctor busy enough for you?

I’d ask you to tutor my son if you weren’t so busy!

Wow, you’re very ambitious.

Those are words spoken by housewives, small medium enterprise owners, and white-collar workers. Midorima doesn’t think that they’re somehow lower than him in any aspect—sure, they earnings are technically lesser than his, but how does that define someone as a person? He meets these people everywhere, the people that make up his community, his society: at the clinic, in parties, at the grocery store... It’s no secret that he’s seen as an outstanding person by these people.

Twenty-seven, has the letters “M.D.” behind his name, helps people get over all sorts of sicknesses from light ones like a common cold to not-so-light ones like diabetes, plays piano as a hobby.

It’s not really surprising to the people who ask him “what do you do in your free time?” because, you know, doctors. They’re classy and smart and all. Sure they can play the piano—he can probably play the violin, too.

But you can see their eyes significantly widen when they know he has a diploma in piano, certified by the Associated Board of Royal Schools of Music. Where is that name from? The United Kingdom. Why did you take it?

He always tells them it was just for fun, but a small voice inside him knows the truth: somewhere deep in his heart, he wanted to be a pianist.

His first words to you are: “It’s a common cold.”

“That much I can see, Doctor,” you deadpan, holding a tissue against your runny nose. He sighs.

Midorima is used to handling all sorts of patients: naggy, rude, stubborn people... he’s seen them all in the past four years of his practice. Today, however, it’s only after lunchtime and he already wants to go home already. Maybe attending Akashi’s party last night isn’t really a great idea. Sure, it’s not a DJ-inviting or dance floor grinding kind of party, so he’s not physically tired—he’s tired from all the socializing with fake people. “Meet new people,” was Akashi’s reasoning for inviting the doctor, and of course Midorima did, but none of them were enjoyable.

To be precise, he can’t tell if they’re really enjoyable or not through layers of faux talk. Akashi texted him earlier, expressing his regrets that it was somewhat an unpleasant experience for Midorima. He also wrote “but I won’t stop inviting you to these social events—I understand how you think they’re superficial, but I can guarantee you that they genuinely enjoyed your piano very much.”

Well, if there’s one thing Midorima likes about those parties, it’s that he’s presented the opportunity to play.

“As a doctor, I have to announce the diagnosis to you, don’t I?” He replies, scribbling a pen on his prescription pad. “I’m prescribing you to these basic medications, but since your cold isn’t a serious one—yet—I highly recommend that you consume home remedies before resorting to these medicines.”

“M-hmm.”

“Turmeric tea, ginger tea, a mixture of lemon, cinnamon, and honey.”

“Got it.”

“Control your diet; you don’t want to eat food that’s going to worsen your cough.”

A sound of ripping paper. He hands the slip to you.

“You don’t remember me do you?”

That takes Midorima by surprise.

“Have we met before?” He asks warily as you take the prescription paper from his hand and fold it, putting it inside your handbag. Your lips form a small smile, and Midorima eyebrows furrows.

“You sang last night, didn’t you.” It sounds like a question, but his tone makes it clear that it’s rhetorical. He knows for sure that it was you who was dragged by one of your acquaintances that claimed you to be the best singer in a ten-mile radius—the expression itself is a horrible exaggeration, but when Midorima hears you sing, he has to admit that you do have an exceptionally lovely voice.

His first words to you turns out to be “what key?” instead of an illness announcement because he was the pianist accompanying you.

“You look different, Ms. Fly Me To The Moon,” he says aloofly, writing something on a document. You chuckle at the nickname, not knowing that the stoic doctor-slash pianist has the capacity to be somewhat playful, and towards the opposite sex, nonetheless. Midorima can only admire how melodious your laugh is, even when your voice is nasally from the cold.

“At least you remember what I sang.”

“Like I said, you look different,” he repeats. You were clad in an elegant evening gown for the party last night, and although Midorima doesn’t have the eye to identify expensive clothing brands and such, he is able to appreciate how attractive you looked in the attire. Your hair was done simply in a style that matches your dress, and among the slight make-up you applied, he notices the suppleness of your colored lips first.

The person sitting in front of him doesn’t carry the glamour of the party—you’re slightly pale, dressed humbly in a sweater and jeans—but the lack of make-up, fancy hairdo and dress doesn’t affect how beautiful you look, in his opinion. Your eyes still glows the same captivating way as he witnessed last night.

“Yes, well,” you sigh with a smile as you stand up, “you better engrave how I look last night deep in your memory, doctor, because I’m never going to attend one of those high-end social events ever again.” The first part was sarcastically said, but Midorima finds himself doing as you told, picturing the details of your gown and hearing your singing voice echo in his mind. Being a quite introvert doesn’t mean he’s immune to any of your charms.

“Shame,” he finds himself saying. You smirk, pausing right before you walk out the door.

“What, not being able to see me all dressed up again?” Ten years ago, Midorima would’ve easily flushed red at the teasing remark. He’s way past that now, and instead of reacting like the teenage boy he was, he looks straight into your eyes when he says:

“I was talking about how it’s a shame that I won’t hear you sing again, but that too.”

Two months later what you said proves to be a blatant lie. You’re standing beside Midorima, arms hooked with his, a casual sign that the two of you are attending together, presumably as a romantic couple. This time it isn’t Akashi’s, but a business partner of his—he nevertheless invited Midorima along to provide him the audience for his piano, and regarding yourself... well, you’re accompanying the pianist. It’s not like you’re crashing this party or anything.

It’s only your third “date” with the man, so to have the opportunity to see him up-close in a formal setting that requires guests to dress up is exhilarating, to say the least. Midorima’s handsome enough in his casual attire—having to stand next to him wearing a nicely tailored, dark-colored suit while having to keep your hands to yourself is almost some sort of punishment. And the collar button of his shirt! He always buttons his shirt all the way up and wears a tie to complement the outfit, but for some unknown reason he’s left it open this time and disregarded the tie.

If you didn’t know any better, he’s trying to tease you.

“It’s rare to find you with someone by your arm, Midorima-kun.”

“Akashi,” Midorima acknowledges the voice. You turn to meet the redhead face to face, smiling softly.

“Good evening, Akashi-san.”

“Hello, _________. Good to see you,” he replies smoothly, as you reply in a similar manner. “Even more surprising finding out that you’re with him tonight. Are you two...?”

The two of you exchange looks as if telepathically deciding who should answer, and turns out you are.

“Sort of,” you say, and the hint of mischief in your smile cannot be missed by even the most oblivious person in the room. Akashi surely isn’t one, but thankfully he doesn’t push you further.

“It’s a long story,” Midorima chips in, as if his relationship with you bloomed out of a blackmail kind of situation of some sorts. You chuckle, and so does Akashi —the latter is gracious enough to show the two of you to where the piano is.

“What are we?”

You are in his arms, as naked as he is, leaning your face against his chest and feeling the beat of his heart when you ask the question. It’s a summer night, and the sheets are loosely resting on your waist, the two of you too hot and sweaty from your previous activity to pull it all the way up to your neck. One of his hands is drawing soft circles with his thumb on your bare skin, while the other one that is untaped (very uncharacteristic of him, but it’s a sign of a good night) brush your hair in long, loving strokes.

He doesn’t respond. You snuggle closer into his chest, relishing the sensation of his nakedness against yours while you think of all the times you’ve spent with him. That one time you had lunch together, those meaningless parties you go to just so you can watch him play and he can hear you sing, the nights you stay together at his place. You’ve spent at least a hundred hours with him, though it doesn’t feel long or dragged—those hours are cherished and enjoyed to the fullest, arguments (petty or not) included.

But it’s his reserved nature that makes you feel insecure sometimes. Tonight is one of those nights.

You move up so that your face is right in front of his because you want to look at him in the eyes. He’s beautiful, the viridian undisturbed by the lenses of his glasses—the eyewear is carefully situated on the nightstand before all this began. You’re sure he can see you clearly from this proximity, your nose against his, your hand caressing his cheek. His hands drift down from the crown of your head to your chest, cupping your breast and playing with a nipple as his eyes grow half-lidded.

Midorima is the one to lean in first, engaging you in a chaste kiss, a perfect juxtaposition what with his hand groping your chest and the other slowly travelling down to your ass, stroking every inch of skin possible. You are the one to pull away, arms around his neck and eyes clouded with lust, thanks to the things he’s doing to your body.

“Do you love me?” The question comes out as a whisper.

“I’ll show you how much,” he answers in a heartbeat before he kisses you again, bringing your body under his.

He never fails to convince you.

The afternoon sunrays shining through the high glass windows of the music hall are almost blinding, considering how dark it was just a few moments ago in the auditorium. You’re by Midorima’s side as per usual, looking around nervously with a bouquet of daisies and orchids in your arms. Your husband seems to be scanning the area like you are, and when you hear a shrill yell of a young child you know it’s who you’re looking for.

“Mama! Papa!”

The little girl, currently nine years old, runs towards the two of you with two or three large bouquets in her arms, the majority of her face covered by flowers. You laugh at the sight, crouching to hug her tightly once she reaches. Noises of plastic being scrunched can bother you less, as you feel your daughter burying her face against your chest. She pulls away to immediately look up at his father with bright eyes.

“Papa, how did I do?!”

“You did good, nanodayo,” he answers, a faint smile on his face as he fixes his glasses, “although there’s room for improvement in terms of arpeggiation—”

You gasp exaggeratedly, drowning the remaining of Midorima’s sentence.

“Shiina! Papa says you did a good job! Do you know what that means??”

“No!” She replies, confused but ecstatic.

“I promised you we can go have dinner wherever you want if Papa praises you,” you reply, and the confused expression on her face melts into real unabashed excitement.

“Mama, are you serious!?” Shiina’s voice has become high-pitched from the bubbling enthusiasm that seems to have taken over her whole small body. “We can go anywhere I want!?”

“Yep,” you nod for further affirmation. “Papa has agreed on this, too,” this time you look over at Midorima, only to be amused to find the deadpan expression on his face. You give him a wink, and Midorima, witnessing his own daughter having such a great time just because you told her she can eat whatever she wants for dinner, can’t help but melt a little.

“Maji! I want Maji!”

“Sure, we’ll go to Maji tonight,” you say accommodatingly. Midorima can only smile down at the girl when she looks up at him, a face-splitting grin on her face. Even though her physical attributes are definitely inherited from him, she obviously takes after you in terms personality.

“And then I want to have ice cream after dinner! Can I, Papa? Let’s go home so I can prepare for dinner!!”

“You may, Shiina,” he sighs amusedly—what does a nine-year old kid want to do to ‘prepare for dinner’? “But before we go home you must meet Uncle Akashi first. He came to see you perform, you know.”

“Uncle Akashi is here!?”

You chuckle. It’s a wonder how said man is viewed as intimidating and merciless among most adults dabbling in business, but is the opposite in the eyes of children. Shiina is almost obsessed with Akashi, what with his gentlemanly behavior that reminds her of Prince Charming. Shiina once even told you that since she can’t marry Papa, maybe she’ll marry Uncle Akashi instead—you have yet to tell Akashi this, but you have a feeling he already knows.

Speak of the devil, the redhead can be seen from twenty feet away thanks to his hair color, maneuvering amongst the crowd to approach your family. Shiina’s acting very much like an excited puppy, and you wonder if it’s immoral to compare the behavior of your human child to an animal (despite said animal being unbelievably cute as well), but that doesn’t matter anymore because Shiina is already in Akashi’s arms as he lifts her up in the air, chuckling amusedly.

Midorima looks at the scene with mild jealousy in his eyes—not that his eyes aren’t green in the first place.

“Mama?”

The usually animated voice of your daughter is now tired and soft as you tuck her in. She must’ve been exhausted after the performance.

“Yes, honey?”

“Can you tell me a bedtime story?” This piques your interest a little, because she’s stopped asking for stories before bed for almost a year now.

“Sure. What would you like to hear?”

“The other day... Mai-chan and Reika-chan were talking about how their parents met and fell in love,” she says shyly, hiding her face behind a beloved doll. “Can you please tell me how you and Papa met, Mama? You’ve never told me that story before.”

You chuckle.

“You’re gonna have to ask Papa for that, honey. It’s a long story anyways, and you’re tired. Best go to sleep soon.”

“Okay...” Shiina says, and it’s not hard to pick up the disappointment in her voice.

“Goodnight honey,” you kiss her cheek before turning off the lights.

“’Night, Mama.”

Truth be told, there is no ‘long story’. Midorima just called you one day to ask you out for coffee with a tinge of nervousness in his voice that you can spot even from the other side of the line. You ended up scheduling a lunch instead, and if Shiina asks him to tell her how you fell in love with each other, he’ll have no explanation except of how breathtakingly beautiful you look with sunshine on your skin and a smile on your face as you talk about music and food and the stars.

He will ask Shiina to keep it a secret from you, of course, because if you know he’s been in love with you for that long, he knows you’re never going to let it go.

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