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haunted-headset-alt · 20 days

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I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as angst or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

𝕭𝖆𝖉 𝕮𝖍𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖊

summary: Val convinced you to sign the deal. & Angel Dust is terrified.

warnings: swearing, angst, Valentino is his own warning, mentions of SA, alcohol & drug consumption, mentions of a breakup, mentions of abuse, brief mention of suicide, gn!reader (except for the use of the nickname "princesa" & being called "gorgeous"), arguing

a/n: i saw this ask & immediately wanted to make this into a series!

tags: (as always, just tagging a few people i think would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be on the taglist!) @o-kye @lil-stormcloud @zuuriell @strangleetomz @xxtalulahlovesyouxx @vibestillax @zoexia @ax-y10 @stars-around-scars-collective @blu3-lemonad3 @myheartticks @joviepog @mochamuff1n @unbeleevable @danvstheworld

"C'mon, toots, just come to my drag show! You've been cooped up in ya room all day." Angel Dust pleaded, pacing back & forth in your room.

You were a newer resident of the Hazbin Hotel, mainly staying there to be with your friend Angel Dust. Redemption, however, was just an afterthought to you. Heaven didn't seem like that much fun. You were still supportive of Charlie's dream & helped in any way you could.

"What if he's there, Angel? What if he tries to hurt me again?" you sighed, burying yourself further in your pile of blankets.

"You really think I'm gonna let that dickhead fuck with ya?" Angel Dust raised a brow. "If we see him, we'll leave. How's that sound, suga?"

After a few moments of thinking, you slowly sat up in your bed. "Fine. Only because it's your show & I want to be supportive." Angel Dust smiled wide & gave you a hug while muttering a few "thank you"s.

"Go get ready, toots. I'll see ya downstairs."

"You're completely sure he won't be here?" you asked nervously.

"Dollface, even if that dickhead was here, you're too hot for him to approach," Angel chuckled. He opened the door for the club & let you walk in first, & your senses were immediately overloaded with the sight.

Bright neon lights flashed vibrant colors to the rhythm of the music, & the air reeked of drugs, horniness, demon sweat, & booze. You could hardly see anybody no more than ten feet ahead of you due to all of the dancing sinners in your way, all of which were either bouncing around to the music or heavily making out, tongue & all, their mixed drool dripping onto their chins & sometimes the floor.

You turned around to look for Angel, but somebody looking for a good time (or just a cure for boredom) dragged him away, leaving you all alone. Not knowing what else to do, you started looking for the bar. You had to push multiple sinners on your way (which resulted in heaping amounts of "Fuck you!"s & "Go kill yourself!"s in response), & when you finally got there, the seats were sticky in a mixture of mystery substances (that you had no interest in figuring out) & the bartender looked like she was one spilled drink away from ending it all.

"What can I get for you?" her monotonous voice distracted you from the scene of the bar.

"They'll be getting your best martini, on me," a mystery voice said behind you as a hand slithered up your back & landed on your shoulder. When you turned on, you were greeted by the sight of a fashionable moth man with a cigarette in his fingers, the pink smoke wrapping around you like a fuchsia vine.

"You're gorgeous!" the moth man exclaimed. "Do you need a job? How many dicks can you suck?"

You stayed silent & raised a confused eyebrow.

"Eh, you look like you can," the moth man shrugged. "The name's Valentino, princesa. Want me to make you more money than your pretty head could ever comprehend? It'll make you & me beyond rich. Sinners eat up demons like you, believe me."

You couldn't get another word out before a contract & pen appeared out of thin air. Valentino quickly talked about where you needed to sign, but you were spaced out. Somebody wanted you to work for them? Somebody wanted you? With a giddy smile on your face at the idea, you signed your name on the contract. You had just finished signing before you were covered by a tall spider. Angel Dust.

"What are you doing, Val?" Angel Dust asked angrily.

"Angel, baby, this princesa is your friend?" Val smiled. "Relax, Angel, I'm just making sure their looks are put to good use." Val was then brought somewhere else by two female sinners who looked like they were in desperate need of sex.

Angel whipped around & gripped your shoulders. "Please tell me you didn't sign those forms, toots, please."

You smiled sheepishly. "I-I kind of wanted a job-"

"Are you fuckin' crazy?!" Angel exclaimed furiously, shaking you a little. "Are you braindead?! Why the fuck would you sign that contract?! He owns your soul now! I've told you how much I hate that bald bitch!"

"That's who you work for?" you raised a brow. "I-I'm sorry, Angel, I didn't know that was-"

"Save your apologies," Angel huffed. "We're going back to the hotel." He grabbed your arm & dragged you out of the bar.

"Hope you like being exploited."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel 2024 #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin angel dust #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin fandom #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin x reader #hazbin x you #angel dust #angel dust x reader

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miralunawritez · 4 months

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Trolls band together characters as songs in my playlist!

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Velvet-Primadonna by MARINA

Veneer-Son of a sinner by Jelly Roll (idk why but the lyrics kinda remind me of his situation with velvet and floyd)

Poppy-We cant stop by Miley Cyrus

Branch-Sweater Weather by The Neighborhood

JD-E by Matt Mason

Clay-Wayfarer by Hot Water Music

Spruce/Bruce-Or nah by Ty Dolla $ign (feat. The Weeknd, Wiz khalifa & DJ Mustard) 💀

Floyd-Break free by Ariana Grande 🤪

Viva-A pearl by Mitski

Crimp-ARE WE STILL FRIENDS? by Tyler, The Creator (it kinda matches her relationship with Veneer and Velvet)

Tiny diamomd-Captain save a hoe by E-40 (feat. The Click, D-Shot, B-Legit, & Suga T)

Kid Ritz-STARSRUKK by 3OHI3 (feat. Katy Perry) (i cant find anything else that would match him 😭)

#trolls 3 #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #velvet trolls #john dory trolls #clay trolls #branch trolls #queen poppy #trolls viva #trolls floyd #trolls spruce #trolls bruce #trolls crimp #tiny diamond #kid ritz

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rec-review8890 · 2 years

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JK | Virgin! RECs

Request: I loved your virgin!Jimin post! Read all of the tags already! But I’m feeling a wittle biased at the moment for Kookie😪 it’s a sickness, I know… LMAO. Can you do the same tag with JK? If not, it’s okay. But if you can, please and thank you❤️

Requested by: ANON

(💦) ~ Smut , (🐑) ~ Fluff , (👊) ~ Angst ,

(📝) ~ Series , (🗒) ~ One-Shot/Dribble ,

(💜) ~ Personal Favorite

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NONE of these works are mine. Give all your love to the authors and their works. The links will either bring you to the Tumblr page or a Ao3 page of the work.

Title: Fatal Attraction 💦📝💜

Author: @yoon2k

Summary: Part of a dribble series. Also succumbs and cheerleader reader!au. Reader is non-virgin.

Title: Born Sinner 💦🗒💜

Author: @1kook

Summary: On going story. They haven’t gone ‘all the way’ yet, but there’s enough smut in this fic to make a church burn down. Also Corruption!au or corruption kink. Reader does the corruption. Reader is non-virgin.

Title: The Dark Prince 💦🐑👊📝💜

Author: @jkeuphoriadreamland

Summary: 8 parts, and completed. Also supernatural and royalty!au. Reader is non-virgin.

↳ “His family name cursed, Jungkook is doomed to live his life in the furthest tower of the castle, alone and abandoned. You are charged with serving his highness with any need he may have, no matter the demand.”

Title: Stars in Your Eyes 💦🐑🗒💜

Author: @ddaengyoonmin

Summary: Mentions of Suga x Jimin. Reader is non-virgin. It has a warning for 👊, but I honestly don’t see it.

Title: Something New 💦🐑👊📝

Author: @jaykook

Summary: On going series. Shy!jungkook x confident!reader trope.

↳ “Jungkook was constantly avoiding uncomfortable situations, finding it easier to stay hidden in the shadows and quietly make his way through life. before you came along, that is.”

#jungkook #jk #jungkook bts #jk bts #bts #Virgin!jk #virgin!jungkook #jungkook x reader #virgin!jungkook x reader #Shy!jungkook #virgin!au #jk x reader #requested

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brokokomi · 1 year

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Saint turned Sinner

Chapter One

Many years had passed since that beautiful yet sorrowful night. The forest had shed and regrown its leaves 9 times, the water had frozen and melted so many times the boys could not count. The lady of the house had never truly recovered from the birth, slowly withering away before her own eyes. Her husband never lifted a finger to help or comfort her. He had got his son, he needed nothing else. The eldest son of the household had grown into a healthy boy who knew his worth very well, his name was Ryota, which he tried to live up to everyday. He tried to be strong. He had everything he needed and held so much freedom that only the birds flew farther, for his brother Yoshihiro however, this was never the case. The younger brother had become accustomed to the treatment of his father, knowing from an early age to stay hidden in his cupboard sized room never daring to ask for more food. The young lad had always stuck close to his mother, always holding onto her legs as if anything else he touched would fall apart. He knew how to survive in that house, unfortunately it had turned him into a blank sullen person. Ryota had never seen him smile, not even a sneaky grin. That is, until that fateful day…when everything changed…

It was four days until the beginning of September, Ryota was outside training with one of the many soldiers his Father had employed. He had been learning to fight since he was five years old yet he had never landed a blow on this man. Never scratched him nor moved him an inch, he had never even caused the man to lose his balance. From afar Yoshihiro had watched this everyday, every month for years. But it was never the soldier he watched, nor the movements. It was his brother, you see in all the years they had been on earth they had never been granted time together. Only short moments with their mother or when eating, occasionally meeting accidentally by the lake. For the first time he moved towards the two. His expression blank and movements light, as though he had to intention to do anything except walk, he arrived in front of them both. The soldier, Sugawara , motioned for him to join. Ryota had scoffed , convinced his brother would stand no chance against him just as he had always struggled. Picking up a wooden sword he moved as quickly as the wind and landed a blow on Suga, leaving the man on the ground with a smile of astonishment on his face. Yet Yoshihiro didn’t show any sign of happiness , he simply put down the sword and helped the man up. Looking towards his brother Ryota held a scowl, after all, how could his lesser best him? How could he hold such strength and ability naturally..

After this Yoshihiro had left to sweep leaves, later bringing his mother her meal. With kind eyes she looked at her son

“how was your day my dear?” A small tired smile crossed his face

“I trained with brother and mr Suga, I beat him as well “

At this her eyes widened in surprise, she then giggled at the sight of a grown man being bettered by a child who had never learned combat. If she was strong enough to walk, she would have gone to tease him herself. Yoshihiro helped his mother sit up, fetching the bowl of udon to help her eat.

“You need not look after me child, you should eat this yourself “She breathed out, she had always known her husband fed him very little, unable to actually starve the child and look his peers in the eye. So she tried to feed him what she could. Yoshihiro only brought the ladle of broth up to her mouth, kind eyes urging her to drink. Gathering the strength to eat on her own she took the chopsticks and slowly, but surely, finished her meal. She tried not to let her sons know how sick she truly was, at least Ryota had never caught on to the severity. That same son came blasting through the doors to see his mother, Miho, “my dear boy I’ve missed you ‘’ she uttered as she embraced him. Yoshihiro hid away in the corner to avoid attention, but his brother was not so oblivious. “Did he tell you what he did today? Even though I haven't hit Suga yet “he spoke in a huff. His cheeks coming out in a small puff.

Miho nodded and smiled at her son, it warmed her heart to see her two loves be in the same room without any stress. She only wished it had happened more, and if it did, that she would be around to see it. Ryota talked and talked for what seemed like hours to Yoshihiro, he marveled at his brother's ability to talk so much., equally, he envied it. For the first time he had spent time with brother, eight years is a long time to be alone in a room with a single small window.

As the moon joined the sky for another long night Yoshihiro crept away back into his tiny room hoping to avoid any and all people, but especially his ‘father’. A volatile man undeserving of any praise, but earning of fear. Yoshihiro had never understood why his father hated to look at him, why he had never looked at him as he did Ryota. Many nights he had wondered if it was his birthmark, ‘’the scar looking thing’’ as he called it. The shape of a wave, no sharp edges, his mother had always loved it. Funnily enough he had never come to see the man as a monster, not yet. He always heard the servants spit on his name, speak of terrible acts his young mind could not even imagine. To cause someone pain on purpose and enjoy it? That was a notion he could never come to grasp…

That night as Yoshihiro lay down in his shabby futon he felt the air get cold, so very cold he shivered while wrapped in his blanket. The poor child had never spent a night wrapped in warm comforts, never in his mothers arms or beside his brother. On some occasions the servants and maids would feel bad for him and offer, but as always with a blank smile he would say ‘thank you’ and reject the offer. His young heart knew his father would do or say something unforgiving to them. As his eyes fluttered like the moths he shared his space with, he wished for tomorrow to be fun as well, he wished for another day with his mother, and Ryota.

As the sun joined the clouds for another day Yoshihiro awoke to the sound of a bang, As he peered around the corner outside his room he saw a maid on the ground reaching for broken glass, He rubbed his eyes and crawled over, ‘’ Yoshihiro! Please don’t trouble yourself you'll hurt your hands!’’, ignoring her he simply picked it up and placed it in a cloth ‘’I’ll take care of it’’ and with that he left. You see, the first time he had seen that situation his father hurt the poor girl badly, she could not use her hand for weeks, let alone work. While he didn’t quite know why people needed money or work, he understood it kept her family happy, kept them safe. He made sure the glass would not clink in his pocket, as if he was caught he would be questioned, and he was not really a fan of socialising. Talking just wasn’t his thing, unlike his loud mouthed brother who he could hear on the other side of the house. Back in his room he pulled open a small box, what was in this box you may ask? Glass, shards upon shards of broken glass, as he added the new shards he thought to himself ‘another smile saved.’’

You see, our young Yoshihiro had helped many maids, even regular servants with things that otherwise may have resulted in ‘unfortunate circumstances’. Broken cups, glasses, plates, frames, whatever it may be he helped. He had began this at age five, he discovered he could do things a little better than the other children he saw, he could run longer, hold more, and as he had learned just yesterday, hit harder too. Miho had taught him to be kind, strong and caring. Virtues she saw in him since the day he was born, she only wished he would smile more.

‘The residence was not much of a home, mere walls and echoes of loneliness gathered in every corner of every room and at the end of every corridor. ‘

As the day carried on, the maid had appeared before him again a few times. At first she was nervous he had told someone, but as always nothing came about. No fury, no punishment, just a child with a blank expression with a desire to be stuck in the shadows walking along the corridor. He began to think she was a little crazy, but paid her no mind. As he ever so quietly moved along the house he heard a bellow, a thwack, and a yelp. Mr Suga and Ryota were training once again, Ryota of course was loosing. Again. When the soldier saw the younger brother he called him over, though Ryota was hesitant, he waited for his brother to join them. A few hours had gone by since, Sugawara had never seen a child so strong, eight years old and fast as a cheetah. He hit harder than any man in the household or any man on the field, but he had no malicious intent behind any movement. Never intended to inflict pain or harm, simply win. Ryota still was yet to lay a finger on Mr Suga, this difference between the two didn’t rest well within him, raised as his brothers better he couldn’t accept that Yoshihiro had natural talent, that he was stronger. Sword or fist he could not beat either one of them, and it ground away at him. At the sound of a bell striking twelve Ryota and his brother finished up with Sugawara and got ready to leave for their lunch, Ryota rather happily ran off towards the smell of meat, only looking behind with a quizzical look at his brother once. Yoshihiro watched his brother disappear into the house, then moved to pick up wooden swords left behind to help their friend clean up , unsure of if his brother had forgot to help too…

This night felt different to both of the boys, the cold air seemed to stiffen as the evening went on, their father had dragged his wife Miho to the dining table that day despite her barely walking on her own, as she made her way back to her room her love Yoshihiro had kept tight to her weak leg solely supporting her, even though she protested as if her husband saw him there's no knowing how he would be. He had always helped her walk, since the day she collapsed outside his room with some mochi she had ‘borrowed’ from the kitchen. That had also become their special snack to eat together, she was worried it would taste too ‘plain’ for a child, but he loved it as much as he loved her. He had become her ‘little mochi’, and this always made the blank boy smile bright. When they reached the room he sensed a change in his mother ‘’ what wrong Mimi?’’ he nervously shuffled his feet. ‘’ Oh mochi my love I'm fine, Mimi just needs a moment.’’ Ryota came barreling at the two, scaring the bejeezus out of his brother in all honesty.

Ryota stopped just before them, not really noticing his mothers inability to properly stand. ‘’Night mama! ‘’ then continued to run away to his room. Yoshihiro looked at his mum with puppy eyes, ‘’ darling I am okay ‘’ Miho was never a good liar, though always preached she was to her boys. As they began to move again her beloved husband appeared (seemingly out of nowhere) with a look that very much contained anger. Miho’s hair began to stand on the back of her neck, ‘ please, please no’ she gently tried to guide her son into her room behind her, even though she felt her knees giving out already. Without a word his father came over and grabbed him by the arm, the first time he had ever touched his son…

As they reached the study he yanked the boy forward, as Yoshihiro steadied himself he noticed the maid and head servant. The poor girl looked terrified, the head servant looked furious. ‘’where is it’’ the girl began to shake, ‘’where is what, sir?’’ poor Yoshihiro couldn’t look him in the eye, he never could. ’’The glass,’’ he spoke pointedly. Unsure of what to say Yoshihiro kept a blank expression and said nothing, which his father did not like. ‘’it was from an expensive set son’’ this was from the head servant, while he was mad he didn’t wish any harm to come to a young child, or the young maid. It was no secret how cruel the master of the house could be.

As the minutes went by the air grew colder, sensing the girls fear grow higher at every sudden movement Yoshihiro decided to do something for the first time. He lied. ‘’I broke it, I ran into her, its my fault,’’ the girl looked at him in shock, with a face full of gratitude. ‘’Get out,’’ both workers flinched, ‘’ before I do something you will regret.’’ No one wasted anytime, quickly scurrying out of the room.

As Yoshihiro walked passed the maid she tried to scramble together a sentence, a thank you, anything she could. But what came out was a quiet ‘’sorry,’’ hid right eye was so bruised his birthmark blended into it. He carried on, hoping he would get to his room before his mother saw him, unfortunately he did not. It took all her strength to walk to the door of her room, and it broke her heart to see her baby like that. Her hand swung to her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks, her eyes grew sore and puffy, she hid as he turned around. She knew if he had seen her crying he would never come to her for anything again. Sadly what he did not see, he heard. His young heart couldn’t handle the idea of causing his mother to cry, being the reason she struggled. No one in the house would tell him it wasn’t his fault, in fact no one would. Not for many years.

Ryota had heard from some whispers outside his room what happened, for the first time he was truly aware of how his father treated his brother, and equally didn’t know what to do. He decided he would try to make him smile, maybe even laugh.

The sun went down with a silent promise of tomorrow, poor Yoshihiro lay down alone in his cold box of a room with a headache he thought would last forever. He had never cried since the day he was born, but at the memory of his mother’s own tears, he did tonight.

Twelve hours had since passed, the black eye was more blue and less puffy. Yoshihiro had decided to stay in his room and stay out of his fathers way, as well as his mothers. He spent his hours by himself, playing with twigs or whatever he got his hands on. The young maid he had helped came by a few times to give him water and food, but she couldn’t do much to lift his spirits. He had learned her name now, Midori, with amazing green eyes like a field. Eventually his father had come by and scared her off, ensuring his solitude. His room was small but the sliding doors on his left wall opened to a small part of the garden. He had decided to get some fresh air, when he spotted Ryota coming towards him, almost like a baby deer which was a change from his usual abrasiveness. It was the first time his brother had come by his room, certainly the first time he had come to see him. As Ryota slowly walked towards him he caught a glimpse of something in his hand, it seemed to be wood? Bamboo? He wasn’t really sure. He tilted his head at his brother, ‘’why are you here?’’

Ryota had his hands on the ledge, standing on his tiptoes to just see over it, ‘’I made you something,’’ he spoke quietly, nervously. Yoshihiro didn’t speak back, just nervously shuffled, he didn’t know how to speak to his brother. After all, he never had before. Ryota gave his brother what seemed to be a very bad carving of a dog, ‘’it’s a friend for you to always have, so you aren’t alone.’’ A few moments passed, Yoshihiro had kept his head down looking at the ‘dog’, just as Ryota was about to asked what was wrong, he saw his brother break into a wide smile, big round cheeks and wide eyes. Small silent tears rolled down his cheek, Ryota was so shocked he couldn’t speak. He had never seen his small meek brother express any emotion before. The two sat together talking for the first time since they were born, Ryota talked the most as always while Yoshihiro was happy to listen, it was maybe four in the afternoon before either of them thought to move. Their stomachs reminding them that they do need to eat, and reminding Yoshihiro he needs to see his mother, ‘’it wasn't your fault little brother, I don’t know what you did but the lady was really happy.’’

Miho had spent most of the day unconscious, during the night her condition worsened with a high fever. When she did wake up her baby boy was at her side with warm food untouched. ‘’Oh darling, how is your pain?’’ she brought her hand to his cheek weakly and brushed his hair out of his face, ‘’ I'm okay mimi, I just tripped.’’ He tried his best to cheer his mother up, but she was so weak and tired. Something seemed different about his mother, her eyes were a little less bright and her smile a little less wide. She barely ate her meal, giving most of it to him telling him he needs to be strong for what comes next, he had no idea what she was talking about. He didn’t know what she was trying to say, what she was trying to prepare him for.

Yoshihiro stayed by his mothers side while she slept, telling her all about his day and his time with his brother, and the gift he had gotten. ‘’He gave me a friend mimi, I’m not alone now. Just like you wanted.’’ He wondered what his mother dreamed of, he had asked her a thousand times, she would always say ‘’ I’ll tell you when you’re older my little mochi, when it will make sense.’’

Yoshihiro didn’t go back to his room that night, for some reason he felt the need to spend what time he could with his mother, the halls echoed with a chilling roar of silence. The moon seemed to beam brighter than the sun ever had and the cloud began to glow. He sat with a book called ‘whims of the wild’, one he had seen his mother read a thousand times. He moved to look outside and sit with himself, he wondered what tomorrow would bring, if it would be as fun as today had been. Maybe Midori would be his next friend, he slowly succumbed to his tiredness as the howls of wolves and echoes of owls lulled him to sleep. He dreamt of a serene lake, clouds as far as the eye could see, the horizon glowing bright. If only the gods had let it stay that way…He heard his mother speak to him in his dreams, ‘’My sweet little mochi, I’m so sorry I'm leaving you alone… I’m not going to see you for some time, I can’t protect you much longer, or Ryota, you both need to be strong. Never forget how strong you can be, or how precious. Now go.’’ Then , he woke up.

As Yoshihiro opened his eyes he noticed he was no longer in his mothers room , he felt a sadness wash over him , but the young boy didn’t know where it came from. He slowly staggered off his futon, Yoshihiro looked around to try and find something out of place, but had found nothing. His young mind was suspicious of everything, curious of his own feelings he had no name for. His mother had not taught him the name for a tight chest and beating heart, it was worse than worry. He hoped he would never feel it again. As he left his room the halls were more silent than ever, the air cold and hollow walls echoed with a promise of surprise. As he wondered he saw the maids all keeping their heads down, he thought they were looking for something, but the truth was they couldn’t bare to look at him. He found Midori further down the corridor , he knew something when the poor girl also couldn’t look at him either. ‘’Midori? What's going on?’’’

Midori had left him very confused, his mother was gone? Gone where? When? Why? His mimi wouldn’t leave him, not on purpose. Thoughts raced through the young boys mind as he tried to find his brother, clutching his ‘friend’ so hard he thought he may break him. He hurried around the estate trying to find his mother, brother , any one , for hours. It was so quiet, for the first time he had freely moved around not worried about being seen , not scared of his fathers looming presence. His Bruise began to ache again, as Yoshihiro staggered from the sudden pain increase he saw his mothers favourite sakura tree, once so beautiful he thought it was the only thing to match his mother. Now burned to ash. Only things left were a few petals , he picked them up and put them in his pocket. Yoshihiro felt a calling to his mothers room , as he ran to it he tripped over every stone and stick. The closer he got the sadder he felt, sadder than he had in all nine winters.

When he finally reached his mother’s room it was cold. Quiet. Empty. He searched for any sign of his mother , but nothing was found. Then he felt a pull to a corner of the room he always saw his mother in , the brick on the corner had a crack in and was loose, he moved it and found a small bag inside and a note. ‘ Yoshihiro my love, I know when I am gone your father will not give you much to remember me, so take this,’’ inside was a locket with an engraving. ‘Ikigai’ next to pictures of him and his brother. He still didn’t know what was happening, or why his mimi wasn't here, but he knew he should take this, so he placed the petals in the locket form his pocket then placed it around his neck.

Yoshihiro decided to stop his search and sit by the once beautiful sakura tree , by now he had been there for hours. Only playing with the grass and ash , hoping the tree felt no pain. He hoped his mother hadn’t seen it this way , wherever she was. As the day grew longer he heard more people moving, talking, whispering. He slowly began to fall asleep. The stress of the day taking a toll on his smal body. As he closed his eyes he thought pf the trees blossoms, and his mothers smile.

He was woken up by yelling, and the smell of smoke. When his eyes opened fully he saw his mothers beloved room burning , suddenly all his memories of her went up with the smoke , he ran to the flames with tears in his eyes. The fire looked so bright and blazed against the night sky, and as the smoke climbed higher he saw a monster come out of them. ‘’ YOU, LITTLE RAT,’’ his father raged towards him. ‘’IVE DEALT WITH YOUR WASTE OF A LIFE LONG ENOUGH.’’ Yoshihiro stumbled backwards, truly scared of his father after what he had already done to his eye. He knew he had to leave , but the poor boy didn’t know how he would. As he looked around for an escape he saw Midori looking at him, then towards the forest that headed north. He wanted to say bye to his brother , but he knew he would be safe. After all he was the favourite son , worthy of love and nourishment.

Yoshihiro began to turn back towards the forest, the smoke heavy in his lungs and tears heavy on his cheeks , he had realised where his mother had gone , and that he would not see her again. It broke his heart to leave her memories burning behind him , but he could not bare to watch it anymore. As he ran from his father he heard mr Suga shout ‘’RUN BOY,’’ turning his head he saw the man tackle his father. He had bought him time , protected him. He kept going into the forest , until the moon had long been at its highest point and he had long since ran far away from the temple. When his lungs and legs finally gave out he was next to an open lake , it reflected the moon and stars like a mirror. Feeling the weight of what had taken place began to crush his poor heart, Yoshihiro would never be the same again. The mostly expressionless boy had been through so much in life , he wasn’t sure how he would get through what came next. He decided to become strong , to help people who had no one or had been left behind. The Yoshihiros of the world. To protect peoples smiles , as his mother had tried to protect his.

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moonlitxngel · 1 year

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17 questions, 17 people

I was tagged by @disrespekful

Nickname: V

Sign: Aquarius ♒️

Height: 5’4”

Last thing I Googled: Meloetta God roll Pokémon Go 😂

Song stuck in my head: currently listening to Suga Suga by Baby Bash so any song that was stuck in my head is gone lol

Number of followers: 2,682

Amount of sleep: like 7 last night but usually anywhere from 4-8 depending on my kids 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lucky number: don’t have one cause I’m unlucky always lol but my favorite number has always been 3

Dream job: makeup artist

Currently wearing: plaid skirt, Michael Myers shirt, knee high socks and combat boots

Movies and books that summarize me: I feel like Alaska from Looking for Alaska a lot, and I can’t think of any movies

Favorite song: Attached by eli or Sinner by Phora

Favorite author: John Green

Favorite instrument: can’t play anything but piano

Aesthetic: no idea, but I get called a witchy, stoner, librarian, milf all the time 😂

Favorite animal noise: the little surprise noise cats make when you touch them

Random: my mom thought I was gonna be a boy and my name was almost Forest

I’ll tag @eminemmademedoit @godshideouscreation @gabbigabriella @helianthus-spiritus @zymsworld @starrybong @thetimidtiefling @dinedwithwolves @shoobadawoop @tawnyisacolor @galaxygirlemi420 @og-lucifers-lettuce @crystallizedkiki @smokemygames @peanutbutterpickletime @bass-alien @shelovesplants if you want to join

Sorry this took so long to respond to

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emerald-notes · 2 years

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Wings, album by BTS

Note: I am a baby Army. I recently discovered BTS Wings album and I think it’s phenomenal. This album is what you call art. Apart from the hyped Blood, Sweat and Tears, I think each member’s solo songs were great too, since they were too personal to them.

1. Begin

“When you cry, I want to cry instead”

How surprising it was when I found out that Jungkook said his only struggle in life was seeing his hyungs’ suffering. It proves two things: 1. Jungkook is selfless and 2. His hyungs’ are caring. I love their bonds so much more now.

2. Lie

“The me from before is still here but the lie that’s gotten too big is trying to swallow me up”

Let me first appreciate this song’s music and Jimin’s angelic voice. It gave me chills down my spine. And when I saw the lyrics I totally fell in love. Jimin’s struggle to express his true self while this whole world expects him to be perfect is something we can all relate to.

3. Stigma

"Are you calling me a sinner?"

Stigma; a mark of disgrace. Probably the most mysterious song of the album, it has some deep meaning which can be interpretated in many ways. I personally think it has something to do with Taehyung hurting his siblings in some ways. Hence producing the song as an apology to them.

4. First Love

“I will get to meet you again no matter in what form, greet me happily then”

This was the first song I heard among these seven. And believe me when I say this, I literally cried. Falling in love with music had saved Suga at the most difficult time of his life. I wish I had something like this to hold on to.

5. Reflection

“I wish I could love myself”

Who doesn’t love themselves? That’s a statement we are all used to. But if we think carefully, it should be the other way around. Once we grow up and see the fault within, we slowly start to hate ourselves, don’t we? Namjoon can really make the most relatable lyrics.

6. Mama

“You are my eternal placebo”

It was so heartwarming to experience something so beautiful, as the relationship between Hoseok and his mother, through this song. No wonder Hoseok has such a motherly aura around him.

7. Awake

“I can't fly like the flower petals over there”

Jin really went through a phase thinking he was walking while the other members flew like flower petals. He was always underrated and people failed to see the talent inside him. I can tell, Jin’s thoughts are far from the truth.

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seoul-italybts · 2 years

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[✎ TESTO ♫ ITA] PROOF - BTS⠸ ❛ Born Singer ❜⠸ 10.06.22

[✎ TESTO ♫ ITA] BTS ⟭⟬ PROOF

❛ Born Singer ❜ / Cantante nato

__Rilascio originale: 🎵 Soundcloud | YouTube , 11. 07. 2013

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Scritta da: RM, SUGA, j-hope

Eseguita da: BTS

Traccia originale: J. Cole - Born Sinner

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Sono un cantante nato, una confessione un po' tardiva (giuro)

Quel miraggio che è sempre stato così lontano,

ora è qui, di fronte a me (è qui)

Sono un cantante nato, forse è un po' presto per dirlo

Ma sono molto felice, mi sento bene

Il primo palco su cui sono salito sotto il nome Bangtan

Ripenso ora a come mi son sentito 3 anni fa, la prima volta nella mia vita

Sono ancora un rapper provincialotto di Daegu, ma

Ho coperto la parola 'dilettante' con 'professionista'

Rappare e ballare sul palco che tanto desideravo mi fa sentire vivo

Anche se andare e venire da lavoro è estenuante, lo sopporto perché la mia gente mi guarda e supporta

Anche se il mio corpo è distrutto, mi faccio forza

per tutte le grida ed il sostegno che ricevo

Che cosa è cambiato tra il prima ed il dopo debutto,

nonostante io viva al confine tra l'essere un idol ed un rapper,

il mio taccuino è ancora sempre pieno di appunti

Prendo la penna e butto giù testi nelle attese tra i camerini ed il palco

Sono ancora così, in che cosa sarei cambiato, ai vostri occhi?

Dannazione, merda. Sono sempre lo stesso

Sono cambiato, dite? (Che?) Andate un po' a dirlo in giro

La mia essenza è sempre la stessa, sono ancora un rapper

Continuo ancora a rappare e cantare come facevo 3 anni fa

Sono un cantante nato, una confessione un po' tardiva (giuro)

Quel miraggio che è sempre stato così lontano,

ora è qui, di fronte a me (è qui)

Sono un cantante nato, forse è un po' presto per dirlo

Ma sono molto felice, mi sento bene

Ad esser sincero, avevo paura di dimostrare quanto valgo,

dopo aver fatto il gradasso

[Avevo paura] Che io, che conoscevo solo penna e libri, avrei ora sorpreso il mondo

Non so, io e le aspettative di tuttə siamo troppo asimmetrici

Avevo paura di tradire la fiducia di coloro che credevano in me

Mi sgranchisco le spalle su cui grava questo peso e salgo sul mio primo palco

Un momento di silenzio, raccolgo il fiato

Le persone cui ho sempre guardato, ora stanno guardando me

La gente che ho sempre seguito in TV, ora è sotto di me

Senza neppure un momento per lasciarmi alle spalle il passato,

Questa singola rappresentazione va in scena

3 anni di sudore e lacrime evaporati in soli 3 minuti

Quella feroce tensione tra me ed il microfono

È stata questione di pochi secondi, ma ho dato tutto me stesso con sicurezza

Sono dannatamente serio

Hey, qual è il tuo sogno? Il mio è di diventare una star del rap

Non è evidente?

E quando siamo scesi dal palco, quelle grida

Già, posso quasi leggervi nella mente (oh, sì) immagino ciò che pensate

Solo sorrisi invece che interrogativi,

I membri mi danno delle pacche sulle spalle, senza dir niente

Mi sembra ancora l'altro ieri, ma son già passate 20 notti

E lascia che gli hater mi odino, è ciò che han sempre fatto

Mentre voi vi nascondevate dietro le vostre tastiere, io ho realizzato i miei sogni

Gli occhiali da sole, i capelli, so perché mi additate così

Ma io, appena 20enne, sono arrivato più in alto di voi

Ah ah

Sono un cantante nato, una confessione un po' tardiva (giuro)

Quel miraggio che è sempre stato così lontano,

ora è qui, di fronte a me (è qui)

Sono un cantante nato, forse è un po' presto per dirlo

Ma sono molto felice, mi sento bene

Quei giorni che abbiamo superato correndo, giorni che abbiamo affrontato insieme

In questi 3 anni, i nostri cuori son diventati una cosa sola

Sono fradicio del sudore e del sangue versato

A fine performance, ho gli occhi pieni di lacrime

Ogni istante ricordo a me stesso di non dimenticare il motivo per cui ho iniziato

Di rimanere sempre me stesso così da non dovermi poi vergognare di fronte

al me delle origini

E quindi andiamo, andiamo, andiamo

Sempre più in alto, alto, alto

Sono un cantante nato, una confessione un po' tardiva (giuro)

Quel miraggio che è sempre stato così lontano,

ora è qui, di fronte a me (è qui)

Sono un cantante nato, forse è un po' presto per dirlo

Ma sono molto felice, mi sento bene

#Seoul_ItalyBTS #TradITA #ITA #Testo #Traduzione #BTS #방탄소년단 #BTS_Proof #PROOF #BornSinger #100622 #CD1

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mygbrazil · 11 years

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12072013 - Yoongi via Twitter

Olá, é o SUGA. O quê ?? Ainda não ouviu Born Singer do BTS? :( Quem ainda não ouviu, vá ao blog logo!! http://btsblog.ibighit.com/132

#mygbrazil #mygarchives #bts #suga #yoongi #슈가 #agust d #min yoongi #twitter #youtube #born singer

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overlooked-tracks · 2 years

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Review: BTS’ ‘Proof’ is a Victory of Pure Musicianship and Nostalgia

The following article has been posted on June 10, 2022 at 11:30PM:

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“From The Rolling Stone – India Magazine Website – Review: BTS’ ‘Proof’ is a Victory of Pure Musicianship and Nostalgia”

The South Korean megastars’ new anthology album finds its power in their understanding of music and its relationship to the human condition.

It’s always difficult to put into words the feeling that exploring BTS’ music awakens. There’s a welcome familiarity of nostalgia and comfort for fans who have been here a while, and for new listeners, the thrill of discovery every time they dive into a previous release. With Proof, the pop titans manage to do both at the same time and it is glorious. The sprawling three-disk anthology is a summation of BTS’ incredible journey thus far, presenting a whopping total of 48 tracks including their biggest hits, solo and sub-unit tracks selected by each member, previously unreleased tracks, and special tracks like demos or studio versions of songs that we’ve only heard live.

As BTS have grown from underestimated teen rookies into the biggest band of our time in the last nine years, Proof is a powerful reminder of what the South Korean septet are truly capable of. Each disk moves chronologically to create a timeline of sorts to take us through the band’s various eras. Rapper Suga explained in a statement, “We carefully finalized the order of the tracks as the album speaks of BTS’ history. My suggestion would be to listen to the album in the order.” As new audiences join the conversation every minute, this anthology serves to introduce them to the faces behind the pop personas we see on our screens; they are the artists who have given us symbolic and powerful songwriting blended with hip-hop, blues, rock, soul, funk, alternative, trap, tradition and more. Because let’s be honest – BTS have always been that good. It’s time the whole world sees it.

Starting the record off with “Born Singer” (the group’s own interpretation of American icon J. Cole’s “Born Sinner” which fans have waited to have a studio version of for nine years) on Disk One is a brilliant move, evoking emotional catharsis for long-time fans, while presenting new audiences with BTS’ undeniable prowess for hip-hop and R&B. These are genres the band has shown expertise in since their debut in 2013, and “Born Singer” brings this talent to the fore with its old-school, soul-influenced beats, allowing the members’ sleek harmonies and simmering rap to finally be heard clear as day within the sleek new remastered version. If you’re not familiar with the track, the members have reworked J. Cole’s original version to include their own lyrics, ad-libs and production to sum up their feelings around coming together as BTS and their hardships as trainees: “Remember the days we’ve been through/ Three years, we were as one/ My blood and sweat drench me/ After the stage tears well up in my eyes/ Every single time I swear not to forget the very first intention/ Always myself, live up to myself.”

From here we move on to meeting young BTS again, fiery, brave rookies who dove into rock and hip-hop to outline their views of the world with tracks like “No

Review: BTS’ ‘Proof’ is a Victory of Pure Musicianship and Nostalgia

More Dream” (their 2013 debut single), it’s follow-up “N.O” and then 2014’s “Boy In Luv” and “Danger” – all of which were their first steps in the journey from youth to adulthood. Arguably the most important era in the band’s discography comes next, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life series (2015-2016), represented by the lead singles “I Need U,” “Run” and “Burning Up (Fire).” These three songs were the first instances of BTS completely reinventing themselves, which led to albums that explored R&B, soul and alternative rock to showcase a more emotional take on life, stepping away from the pure frustration of youth to jump into its complexities that include grief, loneliness, heartache and eventual catharsis. Vocalist Jimin stated in 2020, “The Most Beautiful Moment in Life Pt.1 was the album that first allowed us to win awards at music shows in Korea and attract more fans. Nobody expected it to be a first win and a massive hit, but it became a key stepping stone for us moving onward.”

Their 2016 LP Wings – yet another moment of transformation – comes next with the lead glimmering moombahton trap single “Blood Sweat & Tears” and the politically charged ever-relevant chart titan “Spring Day” (2017). Both tracks were emotional dives into death, youth, freedom and adulthood, featuring a plethora of literary and pop-culture references to finally cement BTS as the voices of youth in South Korea. As we move further, we enter the Love Yourself Trilogy era (2017-2019) – the albums Her, Tear and Answer are represented by the EDM-fueled “DNA,” rock-trap number “Fake Love” and traditional instrumental and pop blend “Idol” respectively, and kick off BTS’ timeline to official global domination. “DNA” marked the group’s first entry on the Billboard Hot 100, peaking at Number 67, while “Fake Love” saw them climb higher with a debut at Number 10. Then, the Map of the Soul series makes an entry with “Boy With Luv” (Persona, 2019) and “On” (7, 2020) to usher in an era that was full of symbolism and learnings about one’s own self thanks to its themes born of Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung’s theories.