#v. ｢ verse • in the loop. ｣

[stageplayhero]

Your footsteps may lead you to a house out in the woods. Does this feel familiar? Biting cold, clouded sky, snowy ground. A once grand manor, left to decay.

Mark’s body moved on from it, but his mind never truly did.

It’s hardly an exact recreation. It does what it was made to do, regardless. The perfect hiding spot for a consciousness wishing to escape reality, and all the memories and the guilt that come with it. A place where you can loop without ever having to face your mistakes.

Taking a page out of the Seer’s book was drastic. He didn’t have any other choice.

That only leaves the body. The Entity.

THE ACTOR IS GONE. Lost. Not gone. NOW THE REAL GAME CAN BEGIN.

#hollow home hollow shell [v: bad end] #(basically: actor gets a moment of clarity and the guilt drives him to hide his consciousness away) #(think of it as him pulling a D.AMIEN) #(he’s looping and doesn’t have most of his memories) #(and any interactions with “mark” in this verse that take place outside of the fake setting are… not actually with mark) #(that’s pure entity :))!)

[hishedonism]

pinkhairlegionnaire​​ ➤ dialogue generator starters   ➤ accepting 

⠀ ⠀❛     the storm's getting worse.     ❜

the embers of the campfire between them have long since dimmed, dancing flames snuffed out by droplets of rain let loose by the ever - darkening clouds above their heads. he prods at the damp logs with a foot, expression slipping dangerously close to pouty.

⠀ ⠀❛     bad enough we're stuck wherever the fuck this is, now we gotta deal with being wet too ? i didn't even know it could rain here.     ❜

#i guess this is dbd killer!elijah #if u want me to throw this into survivor eli or another verse entirely lmk i'm just winging it here #𝟎𝟎 ⠀ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀in character #𝟎𝟏 ⠀ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀answered #𝟎𝟐 ⠀ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀v : ⠀ groundhog loop #𝟎𝟐 ⠀ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀v : ⠀ paint the town red #pinkhairlegionnaire #𝟎𝟎 ⠀ ⠀ ✦ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀queue

[monpalace]

zach boucher loz raps being an integral part of my childhood is detrimental to my life bc why do i remember bar for bar a song i havent heard in almost 6yrs.

#''the song of time. erasing everyones minds-- everybodies except mine'' #and all of time's verses in toon link v. young link #theyve been on loop for two days. #maj's descent

[thepoisonroom]

hello sorry if you've been asked this recently but could you recommend some good adult trans books 👉👈 no worries if you don't!!

there are lots of good ones and i've fallen out of the loop since i left my bookstore job! there's sometimes this attitude that trans writers can only be successful in some genres but there are great trans writers in lots of genres! so have tried to include a mix of genres here to highlight some of that abundance, and because i don't know what you like so want to include many things that i think might spark your curiosity.

i'm leaving a lot of classics off that i'm sure you've heard of or have been told to read, as well as some stuff i read that i didn't love and don't feel i can vouch for. there's also lots of good stuff for younger readers (have esp heard good things about sisters of dorley hall and when the angels left the old country) which is really heartening when i remember furtively reading the one trans novel for teens at my library when i was little! and i like that there are trans characters for younger readers now who don't have tragic endings. but anyway:

i really like anything by casey plett, particularly her novel little fish! i loved ivan coyote's rebent sinner for kind of autobiographical vignettes as well as gender failure which they wrote with rae spoon. gretchen felker-martin and alison rumfitt are big faves if you like horror, they're both so smart and unsparing. your body is not your body if you want a good taste of lots of different trans horror authors. the seep by chana porter for meditative sci-fi. the fifth wound by aurora mattia which is hard to describe but v gorgeous. paul takes the form of a mortal girl if you want something kind of carefree and horny and fun and not devastating or upsetting. summer fun by jeanne thornton if you've ever been like what if velvet goldmine were based on the beach boys. i like confessions of the fox by jordy rosenberg but i think the ideal audience for this book is like transmasc grad students who are horny in a neurotic way so it's not for everyone. stone fruit by lee lai was my favorite graphic novel of 2022 and it's a really beautiful examination of breakups and caring for children as a queer person and also forgiving your family. gaylord phoenix if you like your graphic novels weird.

books from my own to-read list that i've heard good things about from people i trust (have included author names only where the title alone isn't specific enough to find the right book):

wrath goddess sing (if you like mythology remixes)

a natural history of transition (magical realist short stories)

manywhere: stories (unsettling also magical realist short stories)

chromatic fantasy (graphic novel, trans guy nun has sex with the devil and has a romance with a robin hood-type trans guy bandit)

finna (gay trans multiverse travel in an IKEA)

X by davey davis (bdsm psychological thriller)

idlewild (transmasc fujoshi tumblrinas have a toxic bestieship)

girlfriends by emily zhou (slice of life short stories)

boys weekend (graphic novel, bachelorx weekend turns into a cult murder mystery)

the boy with the bird in his chest (magical realist coming of age)

the call-out (gossipy novel in verse)

nettleblack (victorian transmasc hijinks)

the story of silence (medieval n magical french trans hijinks based on the historical poem)

unfortunate elements of my anatomy (horror short stories)

bad girls by camila sosa villada (magical realist coming of age epic)

apsara engine (south asian graphic vignettes)

future feeling (funny bizarre sci-fi)

everyone on the moon is essential personnel (cyberpunk body horror weirdness)

#anonymous #ask and receive

[creaturefeaster]

how do you settle on songs to animate to?

I usually find a song that sounds like it'd be fun to animate to-- it depends on what I'm wanting to animate at the time, whether I search for something punchy or silly or intense. I rarely go for anything that's slow and gentle because I dont find it as fun to work with. But that's just my preference.

Then I either listen to it like 100 times on loop and see if my brain can imagine up something cool to enough of the verses to fit the rest of the story I want to tell to it, or I hear a song I've never heard before once and I see the entire thing in my head and I just wing it from there.

Really what I find are the most important elements to a song that can make it fun to create to are:

1) It has a strong beat 3/3rd or 4/4th beat to help with transition of scenes or to give additional impact for movement/visuals,

2) The subject matter/lyrics are either fitting (enough) to the story I want to tell, or vague so that I can do almost anything with it, &

3) It has a good guitar/instrument solo, so I can free-form a cool scene with little to restriction (I can't see the Chickenstab v Gary car chase happening anywhere else but that one goofy guitar solo!)

I don't always get all three with any given song, and I rarely get enough done in a WIP to check off everything I'd want to do with those elements, but... whatever lmao.

That's my process. Really it comes down to how you like to animate. I like action and a lot of movement, so I go for songs that I think work for that.

OH also one more thing... I don't recommend animating to an all-time favorite song of yours. Because you WILL have to listen to it a million times over. I'm lucky I'm the kind of person who can listen to the same song on loop for weeks no interruption, but even then the song can kinda grow stale on you if you have to repeat the same 5 seconds over and over again to watch your animation playback.

#hope thats helpful idk #sorry for any errors in text #ive decided to answer this while out with my geese #and they keep trying to grab my phone ×_×

[lucyandthepen]

a lesson on style - iv . [ ljn | njm ]

pt. i, pt. ii, pt. iii, pt. iv.,  pt. v, pt. vi

you’ve always been content with being associated with one word and one word only: average. average in looks, academics and social skills, you’re just looking to graduate high school without causing disasters you’ll have to live with until you kick the bucket. when you’re paired with school king lee jeno for the semester-long physics thesis, you can’t help but think the entire situation has pretty much set itself up for failure. that is, until you strike a deal with your partner. alternatively: an au tale involving lessons in popularity, eleven consecutive B­ minuses, a secretly sensitive, chess­-loving jock, and an amateur sex tape.

pairing: jeno x fem!reader, jaemin x fem!reader verse: high school au { jocks!nomin ft. a super cute whiny ap physics genius renjun } rating: M for sexual themes ( there are allusions to sex but no explicit smut! ) chapter warnings:  word count: 7.6k

author’s note: i went quiet for a hot minute because a ton of nice things ate up all my weekends and a ton of terrible things ate up all my weekdays but im BACK with gremlin energy stronger than ever !!!!

tagging @justalildumpling​

Renjun, being the quintessential all-around nerd that he is, has told you a lot about what they talk about in his advanced placement physics classes. A huge part of their class’ previous term had to do with theoretical physics; it had been basically months of him trying to enthusiastically explain something wildly abstract to you, and you laying your head on his fairly tall pile of books checked out from the library, humming in agreement at opportune times, like when he’d catch his breath, to make it sound like you weren’t falling asleep on him. He’d told you about the uncertainty principle, the multiverse theories, the difference between loop quantum gravity and string theory — both of which, he’d said, had their merits, but he was ultimately a stringy universe kind of guy. A lot of the stuff he’d said hadn’t made much sense, and they mostly seemed impossible, which is why you’d stopped trying to pay attention by the end of the first month.  

With all of that information in mind, however, you have to say that this is the most absurd thing you’ve heard thus far.  

“That’s physically impossible,” you say without even thinking. Jeno, who has been grinning for the last two minutes leading up to his proposition, suddenly shifts mood, looking a little taken aback.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, this,” you gesture to yourself as a whole, trying to ignore the inappropriately timed wave of tingles that arises when his eyes follow your hand. “Is not a shapeless slab of stone you’re going to be able to sculpt into something magical. I’m… I’m as good as it’s going to get. Which is fine, by the way.”

“Not really sure about the analogy,” he muses. “But I’ll go with it. I’m not going to try to re-mold you, or anything. We can just spruce it up. Kind of like putting Calvin Klein boxer briefs on that ripped naked guy by Michelangelo.”

“Wh — okay, I’m not even going to bother asking about the underwear brand choice.” You wave the analogy away. “You know that… getting a good, stardom-esque reputation like yours isn’t easy in high school, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s not impossible,” Vaguely, you note that he doesn’t reject the idea that he’s a high school superstar. “Remember Park Jisung?”

“The guy that stands behind you in games?”

“The running back, yes,” he confirms. “Two years ago, that kid was a total loner. He ate lunch under that big tree next to the teacher’s parking lot. Now he’s running for captain next year, and everyone in his level is friends with him. And he’s wearing contact lenses instead of glasses now. See?”

“I’m not sure how that last one fits in, but I’m also going to let it go for now. I don’t have two years,” you remind him. “We graduate this term. Well — hopefully.”

He shrugs nonchalantly. “You don’t need two years. I’m just saying. You’re always with that friend of yours, but you could stand to widen your circle, and there are a lot of our classmates I know you’d get along with. You could get into some cool new things, meet new people, share new interests. Plus, we’d get to hang out a lot more instead of just, you know, doing,” he points disdainfully at the list of topics. “That.”

You stare down at the paper, but your eyes just stick to it blankly without reading, your mind trying to process everything instead. You don’t really care about climbing up the proverbial social ladder; average is pretty fine with you, and you’re not even sure what a better reputation is going to achieve at this point. Still, the most appealing part of this conversation is getting to hang out with Jeno — the one thing you’ve craved since puberty, probably. Honestly, it seems like a win-win; it’s not like you weren’t planning on doing the project, anyway.  

For some reason, it just feels too good to be true, though; you think there might be a snag, but you also can’t figure out what it might possibly be. You look up at Jeno for any sign of him faltering, but he’s just staring back at you a little expectantly, and it suddenly dawns on you that he’s worried you’ll say no.

Which is, frankly, laughable.

“Yeah, okay,” you say slowly, setting aside any hesitation you have. He lights up, that grin making a comeback on his face. “Yeah — why not?”

“Why not,” he echoes, looking exceptionally pleased. “For sure. Okay, well — awesome. So, I was thinking we could probably get some more headway with the project this week. You know, get it over with, rip the bandaid off quick and early, that sort of thing.”

“I’m free any time,” you say almost immediately, not only because it’s true but because even if it weren’t, you’d happily cancel all of your schedules for this. Luckily for you, your eagerness comes off as a simple fact, and Jeno clearly takes it as such.

“Cool. I have practice after school, though, so can we do it over the weekend?” You nod, and he takes back the piece of paper, flipping it over while uncapping his pen with his teeth. “Here’s my number; text me on Saturday morning or whenever and just remind me about it. If I don’t reply in ten minutes, call me. I oversleep sometimes, or sometimes I let my battery die out because I forget to charge my phone. In that case, you can call my sister to wake me up. We don’t have a landline at home because, well… obviously.”

“Uh,” you’re not sure what to do with this sudden onslaught of information about his daily life, and it’s almost hilariously surreal that he’s writing down his sister’s phone number under his own. “That — okay.”

“Also, is it okay with your parents if I park in your driveway?”

“You know where I live?” You don’t even bother masking the tone of surprise.  

“Well, yeah.” He looks amusedly perplexed. “You’re Jaemin’s neighbor. You’ve played Winner’s Really Really almost everyday since it came out. I can hear it from his bathroom.”

Right. Your lapse in memory makes you want to punch something — preferably yourself. “Oh. yeah. I should probably keep it down.”

“Nah. It’s a good song. Pretty sure that’s why Jaemin won’t stop asking me to play it in the car now.”

“Anyway,” you try to shift the topic back on track. “Usually, on weekends, my parents take the cars so the driveway’s empty, but their schedule’s kind of messy. They have, like, alpaca enthusiast functions sometimes, and sometimes they just stay home, so I can’t really promise a parking spot right now.”

“It’s cool. I can just park in front of Jaemin’s house, if that’s the case.”

“Is that okay with his family when you’re not even in their house?”

“Are you kidding? His mom invites me to their Seollal celebration like every year. I join their family for jesa like I don’t have my own family to do it with. She even calls me adeul. I could strangle Jaemin in his sleep, and she’d come in and ask me if I needed more heavy duty rope. It’s totally fine.”

You feel like a part of what he’s saying is a huge exaggeration, but it’s almost endearing that he and Jaemin have this kind of friendship. Briefly, your mind shifts to Renjun, and you wonder if you have the same kind of confidence in your relationship — then you remember you’re furious at him and shake the idea off before you start thinking about strangling him with some heavy duty rope.

“I’ll let you know if they leave anyway.” You take the paper back, index finger running idly over the dents in the paper that his writing his number had made. “Just in case.”

“Cool, just —“ He stops for a second as the teacher walks in, looking as disgruntled as ever. Jeno lowers his voice to a whisper. “Just text me.”

You nod, and he drops the conversation, turning his attention to the board where your teacher is trying to graph out a parabola. You try to focus on it too, opening your notebook to copy it down quickly alongside the equation he’s written to its right, except you have no clue where that figure came from and why he’s drawing it.

It also doesn’t help that you’re trying really hard not to stare at Jeno, who’s obviously not paying attention and is, inexplicably, smiling to himself, which is just giving you the worst (or best) kind of butterflies.

You don’t know why you’d expected things to change immediately, but whether or not they were supposed to, they don’t. The assumption was that because you’d be hanging out with Jeno, you wouldn’t need to worry about where to sit during lunch time, but he’s hardly in school for the last two days of the week; the crowd he’s with is still at their regular spot, and you understand that they’re probably friendly enough to accommodate you, but it seems like a stupid idea to approach them and say that you want to sit there because Jeno is supposed to be there.  

It gets worse when you see Renjun at your usual table, eating his donkatsu, and you make eye contact. His expression is unreadable, and you suddenly feel the overwhelming need to either cry or throw miso soup at his face, so you deduce that you’re still not ready to approach him. It doesn’t help that his backpack and a stack of three, unbelievably thick books is on the chair where you frequently sit next to him, like he’s doing all he can to shun you. In the end, you take a cue from Park Jisung of two years ago and make your way to the big tree near the teacher’s parking lot, settling down under its shade.

It’s actually not as bad as it had sounded when Jeno had talked about it; the cell service is surprisingly great, so you get to wedge your phone between your legs while you’re Indian sitting and watch more Facebook videos featuring samoyeds and rescued kittens on mute. You spend maybe five minutes in between to check Jeno’s profile, but you’re unsurprised to find that the last time he’d been active was almost three days ago; the most recent post was a picture from last month that he’d been tagged in by who you assumed was his sister.

Halfway through the hour, a shadow grows over you, blocking out the sun. You look up, expecting that it’s Renjun, seeking you out after more than thirty-six hours of stony silence, but it isn’t; it’s Jaemin, looking a little sweaty and breathless. From your position, you notice that he’s in muddied cleats instead of the traditional casual sneakers that almost everyone wears, and there’s a little ring of darkness around the neckline of his navy blue shirt.

“Hey,” he sounds as breathless as he looks. “Can I sit here for a sec?”

You nod wordlessly, still in the middle of chewing your donkatsu, and he busies himself with tossing his backpack down against the tree before following suit, collapsing next to you with a huff. He even smells a little sweaty, like he’s been out in the sun for long; even if it isn’t exactly repellent, you inch away slightly. Thankfully, he doesn’t really notice, with him so busy trying to find the right place on his scalp where his hairline cuts evenly. When he speaks up again, his voice is exceptionally casual.  

“You know this tree is infested with wooly caterpillars, right?”

“What?” Your mouth is half-full, though, so it just comes out as a garbled hnwaf?, and you jerk away quickly, precious bento box in hand. When you look back at Jaemin, though, he’s chuckling, back still pressed against the tree trunk.

“Kidding. Obviously.”

“Not funny.” You shift back in place, swallowing your food so that he can more clearly understand how unamusing that was.

“Sorry.” There’s a light twinkle in his eyes that says he isn’t though. “I didn’t have a better conversation opener. Anyway — why are you out here? This is literally the second least desirable place to have lunch.”

“What’s the first?”

“The boys’ bathroom on the third floor.”

You snort softly, putting the lid back on your bento box to avoid spillage just in case he decided to trigger panic again. “I’m just… enjoying the breeze and sunshine. Nature is such a thing for me. I also hear looking at greenery speeds up your metabolism.”

“Bullshit,” he laughs, and you’re amusedly taken aback by how comfortably he’s speaking around you. Then again, he doesn’t seem the type to talk any differently around anyone else. “Nice straight-faced lie, though. I would have believed you if I knew that definitely wasn’t true. I do hear it relaxes you, though — the looking at greenery thing.”

You laugh softly, leaning back (a little gingerly) against the tree, your bento box balanced on your knee; you can feel Jaemin’s gaze burning into the side of your face, clearly expecting an answer to his question, but the ideas of elaborating on petty fights with your only consistent friend or on petty desires involving his best friend both feel weird, so you just avoid the topic altogether, throwing your own question at him instead in an attempt to curveball the conversation into your favor.

“Do you know why Jeno isn’t in school today?”

Jaemin doesn’t answer immediately; you can tell he’s noticed you weaseling away from such a basic question, but, thankfully, he doesn’t push it after a brief moment of silence, simply reaching into his bag to extract a sandwich and an energy drink bottle. He takes his time popping open the bottle but doesn’t drink, twirling the cap between his fingers.

“He just does that sometimes, Jeno.” It’s clear in the tone of his voice that he’s choosing his words carefully. "He’s got… other stuff to do outside of school, so he suddenly ghosts. I’m sure he’ll be back on Monday, though. He usually shows up after the weekend, in my experience.”

“Other stuff?”

“It’s not really something I can explain or — you know. I don’t know how to, anyway. I wouldn’t know where to begin. Plus, it’s technically none of my business —“

“No — no, I get it. You don’t have to tell me.” It feels uncomfortable, anyway, suddenly prying into Jeno’s business, no matter how much a substantial part of your consciousness wanted to.

“But you want to know,” he takes a sip of his energy drink. “Because you’re nosy.”

“I’m not!” You want to cringe at how defensive your voice sounds, but it would just give you away more. “It’s just that, you know, he wasn’t around for class yesterday, and I haven’t seen him around today, so, I just…”

“I’m kidding, ________________. I know you’re not nosy. You’re worried about him because you like him.”  

Horror creeps into your expression; you watch, frozen, as Jaemin takes a large bite out of his sandwich. You can see the spam between the slices slipping down at the bottom, threatening to fall into the plastic bag. You lock eyes with him; he stares at you, but you can’t tell if he’s smiling because his cheeks are puffed out by all of that bread and filling he’s munching so diligently on. Denial is the first thing that pops into your head; it seems so easy just to say no, I don’t!, but you can’t bring yourself to. In the end, you just sigh in defeat.  

“Does he know?”

“Jeno? I don’t know. Maybe, but he also has this talent for not paying attention to stuff that seems obvious, so there’s the possibility that he doesn’t. We don’t really have a very in-depth feelings are valid relationship, so it’s not like we talk about it.”

“Is it that obvious, though?”

“Is Dongbangshinki’s Here I Am the best song in history?”  

“Debatable,” you snort half-heartedly. “But I get what you’re trying to say.”

“I know you think Winner’s Really Really is the best song, but,” he pauses, swallowing down his food and taking another enormous bite. “You should really expand your horizons more. For both our sakes.”  

“Really Really is a great song. Besides, Jeno says you’ve been playing it in his car these days.”

“It is an earworm kind of jam,” he admits. “But it doesn’t beat out the classics by a mile.”  

“Here I Am was released in 2010!” You argue. “That was like ten years ago!”

“No, it was released in 2012.” He says as-a-matter-of-factly. “And Really Really should be thankful for all Here I Am sunbaenim has done for it.”  

You don’t know why the sound of your laugh is so foreign until you realize you don’t really remember having laughed genuinely over the last week; between panicking over the strangely massive amount of attention Jeno had bestowed upon you and Renjun’s childish and, therefore, frustrating behavior, you haven’t found much humor in anything, and humor hasn’t really found you until now. It feels nice to just carry out a conversation without worrying it’s going to turn into a disaster or an argument, and you kind of like how Jaemin laughs even louder and a lot more obnoxiously than you do; some freshmen crossing the field in front of you actually turn when he starts guffawing.  

The silence that you both lapse into is a little less strange; you get to resume finishing off your donkatsu, and Jaemin enthusiastically inhales the rest of his sandwich. He’s flicking the bread crumbs off his fingers into the grass when he starts talking again.

“So you and Renjun still aren’t talking?”

“Wh — now who’s being nosy?”

“Technically, it’s not hard to deduce,” he crumples the plastic bag and smushes it into his backpack again. “You’re not in the cafeteria with him like you usually are. Plus, he punctured three holes into his quiz a couple of days back because of how hard he was digging his pen into his paper. I had to give him a new sheet.”

“Yeah, well,” you blow out air in a sharp, annoyed huff. “I hope he failed.”

“He didn’t, but for the sake of my curiosity, why would you hope that?”

“Because he’s just — he’s being a pain in the ass. He has been, for a while. Also, he has this really bad problem of talking too much even though it’s obvious you want him to shut up. And he thinks he’s hilarious when he’s just being mean.”

“To Jeno, you mean?”

“You heard about that?” You raise your eyebrows. “I thought you guys weren’t into talking about feelings or whatever.”

“We aren’t. Jeno literally said you know that Renjun guy? What’s his problem?, and I just naturally put the pieces together.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, well, I wonder that sometimes too.” You pluck out blades of grass aggressively, feeling your face heat up with residual fury from the thought of Renjun.

“Haven’t you guys been friends for years?”

“Yeah? So? He can’t be a jerk to me after all these years?” Your snippy tone cuts through your trance of anger, and you look back at Jaemin, who’s surprisingly not at all taken aback. He’s just looking at the dirty blades of grass in your fist with some mild form of interest. “Sorry. That was rude.”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not like I know what you really fought about. Although,” he adds as an afterthought. “If it’s about Jeno, I really don’t think he’s worth losing a friendship over. Don’t get me wrong; I mean, Jeno’s great. He’s my best friend.”

“Your mom loves him,” you interject helpfully, and he hums in agreement.

“But it’s not like you have only one position for a male friend in your life. You don’t have to trade Renjun for Jeno, or anything like that. Maybe you guys can just talk it out.”

Jaemin’s fingers are idly playing with the grass as well; instead of pulling them out, though, he’s just brushing his fingers through them like they’re the fur on his sleeping cat. It strikes you that Jaemin and Jeno are weirdly nothing alike; Jeno’s substantial physique totally eclipses Jaemin’s fairly leaner one, and they even talk differently, not to mention the fact that the latter is clearly lightyears ahead of the former academically. Still, they’re close — kind of like you and Renjun were. Are? Should be?

“Yeah — I guess,” you let go of the grass, watching them fall, crumpled, back into the dirt. “I guess you’re right.”

“Besides, if anyone were to replace Renjun as your best friend and confidant, it would obviously be me.” The light humor creeps back into his voice, and you smile slightly.

“Obviously.” It’s weird to think of Jaemin as coming close to the level of a best friend, but it’s also starting to hit you that he’s talking more like a friend than a casual neighborhood acquaintance, a particular relationship development that you didn’t think would be possible at the start of this school year — or, well, two weeks ago, actually.

You can see streams of people walking out of the cafeteria back into the main building; lunch time is nearly over, and this fact is confirmed by Jaemin suddenly tilting his head back along with his energy drink, downing its contents in swift, audible gulps, his Adam’s apple bobbing rhythmically. He lets out a refreshed exhale once he’s done, popping the cap back on.

“I have to get the class’s quizzes back from the faculty before I go in. Want to walk back together?”

“No, that’s okay,” you watch him shrug on his backpack, reaching out to fix the zipper that leaves it half-opened. He mumbles a thanks. “I’m going to sit here and finish watching this samoyed ASMR video until the bell rings.”

“Cool,” he stands, brushing off the grass and dirt from his jeans. “Well, see you around, _______________.”

You give him a wave, and he starts trekking across the field; you almost turn back to your video, which has been on pause since he’d arrived, but he calls out to you, walking backwards now instead of stopping like a normal person.

“By the way, you should know that ownership of my jacket comes with great responsibilities. More information to follow,” he calls out.

“Oh, shit,” you mumble to yourself; you’d forgotten about it, even if it’s been sitting on the chair by the front door for the majority of the week. You raise your voice to respond to him. “I’ll drop by later and give it back!”

“Don’t worry about it,” he waves away your words. “Whenever you remember.”

“I’ll do it after school,” you’re practically shouting now because he refuses to stay still. He gives you a thumbs up that looks minuscule from the distance between the two of you.

“I’ll hold you to it!” He gives one last wave, turning back around and jogging towards the main building.

You can see the little sweat patterns that are almost dried up on the back of his shirt, even if he’s so far away now; weirdly enough, they remind you of tiny angel wings.

This is the first Saturday in your life on which you wake up really early; you’re actually up to see the sunrise, which is something you haven’t seen since a Thursday during your second grade when you’d woken up, startled, to a stray cat making a mess of the trash cans in front of your house. You’re already oddly feverish and more than a little jittery from the moment you roll out of bed, which leads to you taking an hour-long shower that you use to create multiple scenarios involving Jeno’s visit. None of them end particularly well, especially the one where he drives up to your house only to tell you that he’s found a better partner before driving away. It’s at that point — as well as the point where you notice that the tips of your fingers have significantly pruned up — that you decide you’ve wasted enough time and water.

Still, even with the hour above you’ve killed, it seems way too early on a weekend to call someone, much less expect them. Now is actually one of the rarer times in your house that it’s fairly quiet, with only a few footsteps in adjacent rooms breaking the silence, so you take advantage of the opportunity to prepare. In this case, preparation really means taking out the piece of paper that had Jeno’s number, adding Jeno’s number, adding Jeno’s sister’s number, taking note of the project Jeno wants to do very briefly before deciding you have no tools to prepare for it, and then contemplating whether or not you should call Jeno or his sister now.  

Your final decision is to head down for breakfast and attempt to stop obsessing too much over the Jeno situation, and you’re surprised to see Jisoo at the table, a bowl of cereal in front of him that looks only a fraction of a percentage touched. His eyes are glued to his phone, and he’s scrolling madly away. He doesn’t even notice you as you open the refrigerator and let out a small noise of defeat as you learn he’s taken the last of the milk.

“Hey,” you finally speak up, setting down your glass of grape juice way too hard on the table so he snaps out of it; he fumbles with his phone, almost dropping it into his bowl of cereal. “Who are you talking to this early in the morning?”

“None of your business,” he mumbles, locking his screen.

“Okay. Well, it’s also none of my business, but your cereal milk is curdling.”

He looks down at the bowl, like he’s shocked to see that it’s somehow materialized in front of him, but he doesn’t respond, opting to shovel soggy cereal into his mouth to avoid having to speak. You both consume your food in silence for the most part, until he’s only got the last dregs of milk and some cereal he didn’t manage to stuff into his face swimming at the bottom of the bowl.

“You can’t tell Sooyeon noona,” he starts suddenly, and you put down your half-empty glass of juice.

“That’s a promise I cannot make without knowing what you’re hiding.”  

“It’s not bad. I swear. It’s just… if you tell her, she might do something about it, and I will literally never come out of my room again if she does.”  

You wrap your fingers around the glass, condensation sticking to your skin. “Fine. I won’t tell her. For now.”

“I’ve been… I’ve been talking to Kim Minjeong.”

Your mouth forms a tiny ‘o’, finally cottoning on to why he doesn’t want you blabbing to your sister; Kim Minjeong is in the same year as your sister, and she comes over sometimes after cheerleading practice. You like her, mostly because she’s undeniably nice and also because sometimes she brings egg custard tarts for the family, but you do know both of your brothers tend to avoid going down when your sister invites any of her friends over. You’d always naturally assumed that neither of them enjoyed the awkwardness that comes along with hanging around older girls you don’t know but have no choice to play host to (which is a specific and odd type of awkwardness, but a real one just the same), but that seems to be true for only one of your brothers now.

“Since when?”

“For a couple of months now. She — I don’t know,” Jisoo’s hands squeeze around his phone. “She’s so nice. She doesn’t treat me like a kid. Plus, I found out she watches Battlestar Galactica. The original and the remake.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a keeper. So what’s the big deal?”

“I mean, I like her, but I think she just… you know, she’s just nice to me because she has to be — because she’s friends with Sooyeon noona? And I don’t know if I should tell her I like her. And if I do, how should I tell her? And what am I going to do if she says she doesn’t like me back? And what do I do if Sooyeon noona finds out?”  

He lifts his eyes, looking at you expectantly, but you’ve been operating under the assumption that these questions are all rhetorical, and you have no response to offer. All you can do is shrug helplessly, which is extremely lame, and Jisoo looks even more devastated now.

“Well, how would you go about it?”

“You’re asking the wrong person,” you snort. “My signature move is stare and stutter. You having a conversation about Battlestar Galactica with a hot cheerleader is a lot, lot farther than I’ve gone.”

“Well, how did Jaemin hyung ask you out?”

“He — hang on — what?”  

“How did. Jaemin hyung. Ask you out?” He chops up his sentence like you’re a baby, and you smack his forearm. He doesn’t even flinch.

“He didn’t ask me out because we’re not together, as I repeatedly told you guys earlier this week.”

“Yeah, but some girls from my level saw the two of you near the teacher’s parking lot making out. Which reminds me — I think you have a couple of new… enemies from my year level. You should probably know that.”

“We weren’t making out! We were just talking. I’m —“ You almost want to say you’re loyal to Lee Jeno, but even in your head, it sounds a little pathetic. “I’m not into him. At all. Please don’t make me repeat myself.”

“Fine,” he sighs in frustration, as if it’s your fault that you’re single and therefore useless as a source of advice. “Well, what do you think I should do? If you were her — would you be creeped out by me asking you out?”

“Yeah. Because you’re my brother.”

“I mean if I weren’t.”

“Look, I can’t predict what she’s going to do; even if I were her closest friend, I wouldn’t know what the future was. Why can’t you just ask her out? If you’ve been thinking about it this much, then you’re obviously ready to try, right?”

“What if she says no? I’m going to have to live with Sooyeon noona knowing about it.”

“You’re going to have to live with her regardless, because she’s your sister,” you remind him. “And sooner or later, she’s going to find out. Personally, I think you should tell her. Sooyeon, I mean. She might be able to help you.”

“She might blab and ruin me. Sooyeon noona gossips so much.”

“Hey, watch it. I accept you looking down on me, but I will not have you have any negative opinions on our precious sister.”

“But it’s true,” he groans. You smack his arm again. This time, a tiny ow escapes him.  

“I know it is, but it’s her one and only flaw, anyway, and she’d never gossip if she knew it would affect you negatively. Talk. To. Her.”

“Fine,” he picks up his spoon, scraping off the soggy cereal that’s adhered to the bottom of the bowl. You flinch at the loud noise. “Fine, I will. But if this goes horribly, I’m blaming you.”

“You’ll do no such thing,” you say, raising your glass to your lips and finishing the last of your juice while your brother washes his bowl and retreats back into his room.

You can hear the rest of your family slowly waking up, and your mom is the next one to come down, announcing that she’s on her way to go to some quilt-making class that she’s been itching to go to for months. She asks you what you’re going to do today, and you talk about your project in as vague a way as possible so that she doesn’t continuously pry; luckily, she’s so excited about making a quilt today that she doesn’t even try to push it, simply promising to buy more milk on her way home from the class before heading out.

It still seems too early to expect Jeno, so you end up going up the stairs way too slowly, consequently annoying your youngest brother, who’s waiting to go down; he blows past you once you’ve reached the top of the stairs, muttering something about how girls always take their time. The end result of you trying to kill more time is you booting up the Sims on your laptop, making a new household and cheating your way into free real estate and a ton of money so you can move them into the fancier neighborhood. In the end, though, the yipping of the new dogs they’ve adopted gets to you, and you pause the game, finally picking up your phone.  

Unfortunately, it doesn’t even ring; the operator voice just tells you the number is unreachable at this time. It takes another five minutes for you to muster up the courage to call Jeno’s sister, who, to your relief, picks up after the third ring with a sleepy ‘hello?’

“Um… I’m sorry to wake you,” you don’t know why you’re whispering, but it just seems appropriate. “I’m… well, Jeno told me to call you if his phone isn’t ringing, so I just… sorry.”

“Oh,” there’s a pregnant pause that makes you wonder if she’s hung up the phone for a short, scary moment. “Oh, right; you’re probably ______________, right?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Yeah. Sorry. Jeno told me you might call. He’s probably got his phone turned off. I’ll go wake him up and tell him to contact you.”

“Thank you,” you’re still whispering when you hang up, and all the extra air escapes you in the form of a relieved sigh once the call drops. You return to your sims with a significantly lighter heart thereafter, and you even get them into cool new jobs before your youngest brother sticks his head into your room without knocking.

“______________ noona, Renjun hyung’s downstairs.”

You press the pause button so hard it actually sounds like the key has cracked, swiveling around in your study chair.

“Renjun? Huang Renjun?”

“Who else?” He sounds annoyed, but that’s how he usually sounds anyway, so you just brush it off. You think about telling your brother to tell him to go away, but your brother is already gone before you can finish deciding if you really want to do this, leaving your door ajar. With a groan, you slip off your chair, only momentarily distracted by your text message alert going off.

[ from; Lee Jeno ] hry sorry. 4got to charge my phone. Battery died. omw to u.

You don’t take the luxury of cooing over how cute his text sounds in your head, running down the stairs instead to see Renjun standing by the front door, twiddling his thumbs. He hears you charging down, looking up as you do so, and you can tell he’s swallowing hard because his Adam’s apple bobs dangerously in his throat. It’d be kind of funny if you weren’t equally as nervous.

“Hey,” he greets, his voice sounding a little choked up, like he hasn’t spoken for days — which, you know, is physically impossible for him.

“Uh. Hey. Why are you — what… are you doing here?” So maybe it comes out a little more accusatory than you’d initially intended, and you see that Renjun recoils a little. You feel bad about it. Kind of.

“I… um… we haven’t spoken for a few days.”

“I know that.”

“Right. Sorry. I was just hoping to talk to you.” He takes a deep breath. “I’m… I… you know.”

“Here to make fun of me? Like you’re so used to doing?” This time, his cringing brings about the slightest wave of pleasure in you, followed immediately by a larger, much more all-consuming attack of guilt.

“No, no. I came here to, you know. Apologize.”

“Oh.” You nod slowly. “I see.”

You wait for him to say something, but he’s just watching you, like he’s waiting for some kind of bigger reaction, except there’s absolutely nothing to react to, so you just give him a look that urges him to keep going.

“Right. Sorry. I mean — I’m sorry. I’m sorry for what I said back then.” He sighs, and it’s clear he thinks he’s digging his dignity’s grave deeper and deeper as he talks. “I have my reasons for not really liking Jeno. I don’t really know how much that’s going to change in the span of a few days. But I do know that I embarrassed you in front of him, and I don’t want to do that to you, ever. I’m sorry for that.”

“It was kind of embarrassing,” you agree.

“And, more importantly, I… I want to support you. I mean, I really don’t think you guys should get together, if I’m being honest,” he notices you bristling and hastens to add to his sentiments. “But I also know it’s not really about what I think. If you like him, and you’re happy around him, then… I’ll be okay with it. As long as he makes you happy.”

“We’re not together, Renjun,” you reply quietly. “I just like him. One-way crush — that’s it. It’s really, really not that big of a deal. I don’t want to fight just because I have a crush. If you liked someone, just liked them, I wouldn’t stop you from having feelings.”

“I know. I know you wouldn’t because that’s what good friends should be like. I should’ve been a better friend to you.” He takes in a shaky breath. “_______________, I’m really, really sorry. I hate fighting with you like this. Eating donkatsu alone without anyone to complain to about the moistness of the breading was torture.”  

You choke out a laugh, and it’s only then that you realize that you’ve been slowly tearing up. Even Renjun looks a little misty-eyed, which is weird for the both of you, considering that you only ever cry watching Ma Dongseok movies.

“It really was kind of soggy.” You agree, and he laughs loudly.

“So this is good, right? I mean… we’re good?”

“We’re good.” You and Renjun rarely hug, since there’s never any cause for it, but it seems appropriate to do so now; luckily, he must be on the same train of thought, because he envelops you in a tighter-than-usual hug. You spend a couple of seconds just standing in your living room, trying not to sniffle too loudly into each other’s ears.

“Anyway,” he starts up again when he pulls away, dabbing at his eyes with his sleeve. “I have to go home and help my mom with her garage sale today, but I’ll see you on Monday?”

“Definitely.”

“Cool. Oh — one more thing. Do you… think you can tell Jeno I’m sorry, too?”

“No,” you laugh. “No way. You tell him you’re sorry yourself.”

“Aw, come on,” Renjun whines, emphasizing his reluctance to do so by stamping his foot childishly. “There’s no context in which I’d be able to get to talk to him alone, anyway.”

“He’s coming over here in a few minutes to start on the project with me,” you inform him, and he actually looks a little crestfallen at this new information. “You can tell him you’re sorry then.”

“Fine,” he grumbles, sitting himself down on the chair near the front door only to sit back up, looking up at you in mild disbelief.

“You still haven’t given Jaemin’s jacket back?”

“Oh, shit. Yeah. Well, I keep forgetting!” You defend yourself.

“He lives right next to you! You could even ask your brothers to do it if you promised to pay them 10,000 won!”  

“Yeah, but giving it back through someone else when I could just do it myself just seems so rude, you know?”

“And keeping it even though you have no reason to is polite in your head?”

“Shu— oh, oh, he’s here,” you cut yourself off as you hear the crunch of tires on your driveway, signaling that Jeno had parked in the spot your mom had left behind when she’d gone for her quilting class. Renjun flies off the chair and presses his back against the door before you can fling it open. “Hey!”

“Can you relax for one second? He’s getting out of his car. If you open the door now, you’ll look crazy.”

“Oh,” you pause, considering his words. “Good catch.”

A few moments later, the doorbell rings, and you shoo Renjun away from the door to open it. Jeno’s form is literally blocking the view of the outside, and you briefly wonder if this is more of a testament of his physique or proof that your family is just made up of small people. Or both.

“Hey, sorry,” he pulls off his baseball cap, which leaves his hair adorably flat and messy. “I overslept a little. Also, just in case, I brought my g — oh.”

Jeno stops when his eyes land on Renjun, who’s now miraculously standing behind you, looking like he wants to disappear. The look on Jeno’s face is stony, but he tears his gaze back to you anyway.

“Is this a bad time? I can come back. I’m sure Jaemin’s awake by now.”

“No, it’s cool. Renjun just… dropped by.” You step back so that Renjun is in the forefront, and he shoots you a withering glare. “He actually has something to say to you.”

“Does he?” Jeno doesn’t even sound interested, but he focuses on Renjun again anyway. “What’s that?”

“Look, dude,” you’ve never heard Renjun call anyone dude before, and it makes you snort, a noise which the both of them ignore. “I’m sorry about the other day. It was totally uncool of me, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“Oh,” Jeno clearly wasn’t expecting an apology, but he looks pleased anyway. “Okay. Well, apology accepted.”

“Thanks,” even though it’s what he’d wanted, Renjun doesn’t sound too enthusiastic about receiving forgiveness. “And I mean it. I give you both my blessing. You can… pursue this relationship without any more active, explicit judgment from me. Good feelings for everyone, and all that.”

“Okay,” you cut in, not missing the fact that he’d gone out of his way to add active and explicit to allow himself the sneaky sliver of opportunity to judge Jeno in silence. The latter is looking at him, befuddled again. “That’s all you wanted to say, isn’t it, Renjun?”

“I’m not even sure if all of it was what I really wanted to say,” he sighs defeatedly at you. "But yes; I’m good.”

“Cool,” you push him towards the door; Jeno steps aside to let him through, and Renjun walks out, looking a little dazed, like his body can’t handle the idea that he’d just apologized to Jeno and is in the process of going into total shock. “Bye, Renjun. See you on Monday.”

You hear him mumble something as he trudges away, and Jeno follows his movements in silence until he disappears down the sidewalk.

“Was that weird, or—?”

“Yeah, it was kind of weird,” you admit, ushering him in. “But he means well. Anyway, putting that aside, should we get started on the actual proposal?”

“Did he say he gave us his blessing?” Jeno suddenly starts echoing Renjun’s words like they’re only starting to sink in now.

“Oh. Yeah — I wouldn’t really think too much of it,” you wave it away as Jeno settles down on your couch. “Smart people tend to say crazy things. So, I was thinking about the topic you picked, and I think the physics lab has a digital multimeter. We can check if it has that option for measuring sound frequency.”

“Uh huh,” he still looks like he’s not latching onto the topic change, whacking his baseball hat onto his thigh idly. “Sounds good.”

“You know… I’m going to go and get my laptop first,” you announce. Jeno makes a sound of assent, and you run upstairs into your room again. Your Sims game is still going on, and your laptop’s fan is working on overdrive. You press quit a good ten times, not bothering to save the game and open up Facebook, typing out an angry message to Renjun.

You: WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU

Na Jaemin: ??????

You: oops sorry wrong send !

Na Jaemin: lol good morning to u too

You leave Jaemin on read, focusing on your mission to chastise Renjun and opening the right chat.

You: WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Huang Renjun: IDK WHAT HAPPENED THAT WAS SO WEIRD

Huang Renjun: I SAID BLESSING JDGJSSJSF

You: I KNOW I WAS THERE

Huang Renjun: I KNOW IM SORRYRIJSPJG

You: DOSIJGSJG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You almost make it out of your room before having to double back, realizing you’re leaving behind the laptop you came up to get, and run back down, finding Jeno in the same position with the same perplexed look on his face. He, thankfully, doesn’t notice how red your face is when you sit down.

“Okay. Sorry. Should we start?”

“What? Oh, yeah of course,” he shakes his head as through trying to break himself from a trance.

“So I was saying, we could probably borrow one of those multimeters from the lab, but we’d need a written request for that. Also, I think we need to figure out—”

“Sorry, I just really need to ask,” Jeno interrupts you, and your voice dies in your throat. “That thing Huang Renjun said —”

“I’m really sorry.” You sigh, realizing the topic is unavoidable. “It was weird. I’d say he’s not usually like that, but…”  

Jeno nods, staring at the inside of his cap, which is now settled on his lap. His long fingers are playing with the backstrap idly, and you wonder if what you’ve said is enough to make him drop the conversation. Unfortunately, you can tell he’s still on it when he looks up at you seriously, leading you to a sharp, uncomfortable inhale.

“You… didn’t tell him we were dating, did you?”

#jeno x you #jaemin x you #jeno x reader #jaemin x reader #ficscafe #nct x you #nct x reader #jeno imagine #jeno scenarios #jeno drabbles #jeno #jaemin imagine #jaemin scenarios #jaemin drabbles #nct scenarios #nct imagine #nct imagines #nct scenario

[zaphffayrkunialofphinsfable]

my inspirations for my Worldbuilding project Heritage (if you have any suggestions, please comment/ask/reblog!)

Adventure Time, Akira, Aliens, Alternative History Iceberg by AlternateHistoryHub, Amphibia, Apex Legends, Atlas Shrugged, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Back To The Future, Berserk, Blade Runner, Blood Meridian, Borderlands, Breaking Bad, Chainsaw Man, Chaos Walking Trilogy, Clarence, Classic Horror Movies Verse, Conan The Barbarian, Conspiracy Theory Iceberg by Wendigoon, Coraline, Cowboy Bebop, Creepypasta, Cryptids, Cyberpunk, DC, Dead Poets Society, Dead Space, Demon Slayer, Destiny, Discworld, Doctor Who, Donnie Darko, Doom, Dragon Age, Dragonlance, Dune, Eberron, Elric, Escape From New York, Exandria, Fall Out, Forgotten Realms, Frostpunk, Game Of Thrones, Gods And Demons Wiki Fandom, Good Omens, Gorillaz, Gravity Falls, Greyhawk, Grzybjek OC’S, Harry Potter Timeline Up Until Marauders, Hellboy, Helluva Boss, His Dark Materials, Horizon, Hyperion, Hyrule, I Have No Mouth And I Must Scream, Image Universe, Inside Job, Johnny The Homicidal Maniac, Kingverse, Kipo And The Age Of The Wonderbeasts, Life Is Strange, Local 58, Love And Monsters, Lovecraft Mythos, Love Death + Robots, Madmax, Magic The Gathering, Marvel, Mass Effect, Maze Runner, Men In Black, Merlin, Middle Earth, Monstergarden, Monsterverse, Mortal Engines, Multiverse Tales PopCross Studios, Mystara, Mystery Flesh National Park, Nimona, Nowhere On Air, Olivers Antics irl OC’s, Osemanverse, Outlaw Star, Overwatch, Owl House, Oxenfree, Planet Of The Apes, Power Puff Girls, Preacher, Predator, Punk Rock Jesus, Radiant Citadel, Ravenloft, Resident Evil, Rick And Morty, Runeterra, Sandman Slim, Schoolbus Graveyard, Scooby Doo, Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World, SCP, She Ra, Skyrim, Snowpiercer, Solar Opposites, South Park Band AU, Spelljammer, Star Trek, Star Vs. The Forces Of Evil, Star Wars Canon & Legends (Sequel Trilogy = Star Wars - How To Kill A Franchise by The Closer Look), Stranger Things, Sunflowers And Lavender, Sweet Tooth, Tales From The Loop, Tank Girl, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, The Backrooms, The Blooming Dead, The Boys (only show), The Breakfast Club, The Creator, The Crow, The Dark Crystal, The Hunger Games, The Lands Between, The Last Kingdom, The Last Of Us, The Magnus Archives, The Matrix, The Monument Mythos, The Road, The Sandman, The Squidder, The True Lives Of The Fabulous Killjoys, The Umbrella Academy, The Walking Dead, The Yaetuan Sagas, Threads, Toastchild OC’s, Transmetropolitan, V For Vendetta, Warhammer 40k, Warhammer AoS, War Of The World’s, Willow, Witcher, Y The Last Man

#Heritage #worldbuilding #world #heritage #tumblr writers #writers on tumblr #writers and poets #writerscommunity #ao3 writer #writer things #creative writing #writers block #writing #writeblr #adventure time #akira #aliens #alternate history #amphibia #apex legends #atlas shrugged #avatar the last airbender #back to the future #berserk #blade runner #blood meridian #cormac mccarthy #Stephen king #borderlands #breaking bad

[glitterandsummerdaze]

okay I have to word vomit about this somewhere, lucky y’all (none of this is in music terms, just vibes)

This new band camino album is so freaking good. I still don’t know what they put in it but it’s spectacular. And I’m mad at them for purposely making every song under 3 minutes.

My top 5:

“I’ve been a little careless with my actions, I’ve been a little passive with my passions”. Like that’s such a good line, im trying to work it into a url. The pre-chorus GROOVES. And the shadowy bridge I love that.

This has been my favorite song since it dropped, I love a groove. I was looping it 8 times in a row. I still loop it at least 3 times. It’s so good. That thing in the second verse on “they get fantasize and analyze your every move” that’s a drug for me. Also the chorus, we love a non-jealous lover.

the way “been going to therapy to get clarity and apparently” is sang it’s so good. Also the drums are great.

This song is how I knew the album was going to be great, the drums in the chorus makes me bang on whatever’s closest

GROOVES. the way the music drops out at the beginning of the first chorus and then the instruments come in, godtier.

They 100% landed on something See Throughesque and it SMACKS.

The other 5 are also v good and I can listen to the whole album without skipping.

#sham speaks #sham actually word vomits #god I love music #the band camino #Spotify #audio

[edenpoise]

why are you doing all of this ? - also from lilith, for the revengeful wrath verse. c: hello!

⁽ @gctchell ⁾ ― ： meme. from here .

E . ― IT WAS ALMOST LAUGHABLE HOW A SIMPLE QUESTION COULD INVOKE SUCH FESTERING EMBERS. as if she didn't know, as if she wasn't a direct cause towards her own undoing. eve could barely settle her expression from morphing to portray those inner feelings. no. she was better than that. BLACKENED eyes stared down at the once proud figure- the ( first woman ) hellish queen that stepped the line of being pitiful &. pathetic. " you're ignorance knows no bounds, lilith. "

her voice betrays her expression. a disgust leaking from the tone as chains rattled and looped- tendrils of blacken threads tightened their VICIOUS hold. it kept the powerful monarch from resistance. it kept eve in control. just they way she liked it. the way it should ALWAYS be, of all people within this wretched world ... she deserved it the most. had she not suffered for CENTURIES- ? watching the consequences that clung to her sins. the constant belittle within the time of history. everything heaving on her shoulders- had she not earned this right alone to finally get what she d e s e r v e s? it was long overdue ... and simply enough ... lilith was simply a key in this all. eve would bend- fingers hooking underneath the sharp chin of the elder woman, eyes blazing as they locked together, " but that's not you're fault ... my true HATRED doesn't lie with you ... but unfortunately for you- you married a man that ruined me. " a otherworldly being who's words brought temptation into a peaceful garden where it was never meant to be. for consequences to weigh so heavily. for years she had blamed herself, but why continue such actions when truly- how could she N O T blame the one responsible for introducing her to such possibilities? he had to know the consequences, what would happen to her- to her f a m i l y.

did lilith have to suffer the sight of her children fighting?? did lilith have to witness the fruits of her labour fall to ruin and rot?? DID LILITH HAVE TO WATCH HER ELDEST CHILD MURDER THEIR SIBLING- eve takes a breath, eyes closed for a moment before she straightened herself. she managed to bring the looming smile back to her lips, her eyes flickering with satisfaction. she was close to her goal now, lilith was with her- lucifer was suffering. soon heaven shall follow with that ruin- the path of right and wrong would become so blurred one could barely tell what the line was. and eve shall once again obtain that peaceful place in the light. " i'm doing what i need to. simple as that. "

it was a swift turn on her heel- the once dim gem upon her neck gleamed a faint g l o w. her skin turning a pale purple- her hair curling and draping further to her feet. a blonde hue taking over the colors of auburn. eve turns towards lilith, the woman's own visage staring back at her with her eased smile,

" it's my turn to find my happiness. "

#✾ ⎰ ❛ the birth of choice . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ in char ⊱ #✾ ⎰ ❛ sent down into the cruelty of hell . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ meme ⊱ #♔ ⎰ ❛ v. the wrathful vengeance . ❜ ⧸ ⊰ ii. ⊱ #hello hello! wonderful to meet you!!! #i got a little into this because it will never NOT be my favorite of eve comparing her and liliths life and thinking it unfair #eve vc “its nothing personal lilith i just hate your husband :>” #when you unintentionally become a target because you're with someone #;-; i hope this is okay! #also U g H eve and lilith interactions are a m u s t and are potential filled!! #i feel like lilith unfortunately has to listen to eve rant and vent a lot

[mtreebeardiles]

Stealing for Spite

Gotta do it for the goofs, sometimes

@mynerdylordship -- i tried! lol

Also over on AO3!

"There a reason you couldn't hire some movers, babe?"

Kerry asked the question as he hefted another box onto the counter before grabbing the tape gun, getting ready to seal it up. V's response was a noncommittal hum from the next room over -- if one could call his little armory a "room" -- and Kerry shook his head, grinning. His input had a bad habit of getting distracted -- efforts to sort and pack were often waylaid by bouts of nostalgia, or the sudden urge to disassemble a gun only to put it back together again. They'd been at it for hours and despite the fact that V's Watson apartment was a studio already pared down to bare essentials (V having moved the bulk of his things to other apartments throughout the city, and now again to the new condo), they weren't even halfway through it all. 

Kerry set the tape gun aside, wandering over to where he'd seen V last and sure enough -- his partner was still seated on the floor, cross-legged, flipping through a comic book. 

"V."

"Mhm?"

"V."

V looked up, blinking. 

"…oops."

"Ya can read those later -- when they're all unpacked and on their nice new shelves in your nice new place, yeah?"

V flashed him a sheepish grin, closing the comic and carefully setting it into the box with all the others. 

"Sorry, sorry." 

"Uh-huh."

Still, Kerry couldn't help but smile, wandering closer and giving V a hand up, hauling him to his feet and looking over what progress he'd managed since the last time Kerry had interrupted him. "Uh, you putting all those books in the same boxes?"

"Yeah?"

"Mmmm let's not -- I know you got reinforcements in those arms of yours, but have a little pity on your rockerboy input, yeah?"

"You make it sound like rockerboys are frail," V pointed out, cocking an eyebrow. 

"Nah, just well-versed in the hard lessons of lifting heavy shit. Didn't always have crew to take care of that shit for us, y'know? Had to load those vans ourselves for a loooong time before we got big enough that people wanted to help us."

"Having a hard time picturing a young Kerry or a young Johnny loading anything," V mused, and when Kerry glanced his way it was clear the younger man was trying not to grin. 

"Excuse you! I did my share!" 

"Uh-huh?"

"Okay, maybe we bossed Henry into doing most of it but I still helped!"

"How much help is moral support -- ah!"

V cut off as Kerry looped an arm around him, drawing him close and kissing his neck -- right where the younger man was ticklish. "Kerry!"

"Keep it up, smart-ass, and you'll get a firsthand lesson on how much my 'moral support' can do," he teased, relenting but not letting him go just yet. 

"Like what, lounging on my couch while I do all the work?"

"Even better if you get me a drink first -- preferably something with a tiny umbrella."

"Uh-huh?"

"And, y'know, losing the shirt."

V snorted. "Who's giving who moral support in this scenario again?"

Kerry nipped at his earlobe, giving him a squeeze before freeing him. "Smart-ass." He gave V's ass a little smack for emphasis and crossed over to the desk, hefting some of the books out of the boxes to start redistributing them. He saw the other man follow his lead out of the corner of his eye and was about to make another comment when the contents of the box before him grabbed his attention. 

"Oh, holy shit…"

Kerry reached into the box, carefully pulling out a neatly framed tour poster -- Samurai, 2007. Perfect shape, not a hint of warping or fading, the ink as crisp as the day it'd been printed. 

"Hmm?"

Kerry didn't respond, having caught sight of another poster just below the first, and another, and another. All Samurai, all tour posters from…god, years ago. Decades. Perfectly preserved memories in a place he'd least expected to find them.

"V where… where did you get these? You mug a collector and not tell me or somethin'?"

"What?"

He felt the warmth of V's body behind his, felt his chin come to rest on his shoulder so he could see what Kerry was talking about.

"Oh. Those. Uh…"

"These are really fucking rare, babe," Kerry went on. "And this! Is this--? Bootlegs of old shows? Even I don't have some of these!" 

"Well, uh…guess you do now?"

"Where did you even find them?"

"Oh, y'know. Around."

Kerry finally tore his gaze away, turning so he could look at his input. If he'd been too distracted to notice the strangeness in V's voice, he didn't miss it on his face. Cheeks flushed, eyes not quite meeting his, shoulders braced in that way they always got when V was actually a little embarrassed about something.

"V…" Kerry cupped his chin, encouraging him to look up. "Where did you get these?"

"…stole'emfromafan."

"…what?"

"You uh, you had -- have, technically, I guess -- a uh… pretty dedicated fan. And I may have…relieved him of his collection."

Kerry stared at him. 

"You stole these?"

"I'm a thief! It's what I do!"

"But how did you even -- what?"

"Someone put in with Padre -- er, Sebastian Ibarra, fixer over in Heywood? -- a request to klep one of your guitars from a…super fan."

"Wait -- that was you? You got my guitar back?"

"You made the request? Why didn't you just ask me?"

"I didn't know you at the time!"

"Ah, that's fair. World's funny that way, huh? Anyway, about these books…"

"Oh, no," Kerry said, planting himself in front of the other man. "There's a story here, and I wanna hear it."

V cleared his throat, rubbing at the back of his neck. "What's there to say? I stole some stuff. Now it's here. S'all there is to it."

"Uh-huh, bullshit. You wouldn't be actin' all weird if there wasn't more to it, V. I know you better than that."

V's cheeks flushed even darker and he chewed on his lower lip. 

"Look, I'm… I'm not…it's not my proudest moment, alright? The guy was like a class-A weirdo, y'know? Had a freaky shrine to you, had all those tour posters, your guitar, Johnny's pants --"

"--his pants?"

"Yeah, stole those too. Johnny insisted."

I'll fuckin' bet he did, Kerry thought, baffled. 

"He was even trying to get some ripper to make him a faceplate to look like you, Ker. I wasn't gonna let that stand."

"I mean, I'm grateful, I just don't see why that's embarrassing?"

"Yeah, no, not embarrassed, just. Y'know."

Kerry narrowed his eyes, cocking his head as he considered the young man before him. 

"V…baby, were you…jealous?"

V made a face, reminding Kerry of the sort he tended to make whenever he made the mistake of drinking from Kerry's coffee cup. 

"V?"

"Well! Who did that guy think he was! You're my input, not his, and he was clearly some weirdo stalker dude, so yeah, maybe I did steal everything in his apartment that wasn't nailed down! And maybe a few things that were! I can only tolerate so much bullshit from people callin' themselves 'fans,' y'know?"

Kerry fought back the urge to laugh, shaking his head and tugging V into his arms. V resisted a moment, much like a disgruntled cat, before relaxing against him. 

"He's lucky I didn't set his place on fire," he muttered. "That woulda been crazy boyfriend territory."

"I know, baby." 

"And I meant to give this stuff to you, I just…forgot."

"Things were a bit hectic back then; shit happens."

"…you're not annoyed?"

"By what? My boyfriend wanting to defend me?"

"I know you don't need me to protect you like that, Ker."

"V…"

He pulled back, cupping his cheeks. "I get a deluge of fan shit every single day -- you've seen my inbox. Get hassled on the street, cameras in my face, never knowing if someone getting close is recording me in secret. S'fucking exhausting. But having you around, running interference, without my even really having to ask, just 'cause you know the toll it takes on me? That's… I can't even begin to describe how much better it makes me feel. Ya don't do it 'cause you have to, but 'cause you want to, and I know it's because you care. So maybe you went a bit overboard with kleppin' a buncha shit, but if this is the guy I think it is, well… Pretty sure he stole or bullied his way into getting most of those things in the first place. I really wouldn't worry about it, okay?"

"…you sure?"

He smiled, leaning in and capturing his lips with his own. 

"Very sure." He gave him a squeeze, then gave his ass another smack. "Now lemme show you how to pack properly, ya gonk."

#my writing #Cyberpunk 2077 #Kerry Eurodyne #V #nomad V #Kerry x V #Kerry x male V #male V #Vincent Aiello

[looosey]

Amari's Rap Journey #2: Class Listening Party

Imagine this. It's the day after classes ended, and you wake up at 12 again, and look up around you at the messy-ass room that's been left after a 48 hour work grind. You do two loads of laundry, take a shower, and cook yourself a breakfast, all while watching the time because at 3 p.m... At 3 p.m. is the class listening party.

MIT Building 4 Room 237. You enter the lecture hall at 3:15 and most of the other kids are sitting sporadically in the first five rows. Scoot up! You think, and you sit next to your friend Z in row 2. Scoot up someone says, and I sit in the first row next to Tagoe, a DJ whose energy I'm a fan of [1]. Everyone is in the first two rows now, including Dee-1 from Harvard and two HASS professors that are close to Lupe, and we're waiting for Lupe to walk in and the listening party to start.

Yo... You needed to be there, it was soooo crazy. We started listening to EP after EP, and these people are actually sooo talented. Some industry level sounds, some quirky conceit albums about physics and history, some conceptual ones about being on one long drive or one continuous loop, and one fun Rico Nasty sounding track that was so fye we had to play it three times and mosh.

When we played mine, I was a lot more confident because I'd already played it in front of iHouse before. I hope to never forget the responses of my fellow rappers in the room though.

They were caught by surprise by the trap record for Show Me The Money, Dee-1 looked at me and asked: that's you? They found G-DRAGON funny, and Ally even recognized it was about G-DRAGON before the chorus hit (that's more than I could ask for). Suffolk county water dropped, and Lupe shouted me out after that some of those bars were written behind bars and Ally said she had been hoping to listen to them again. So both of them responded positively, and I'd shouted them out in the beginning of the track. Nomadic Seoul of course was a little quieter until the beginning of verse 2, which I knew was going to get a stronger response. They really liked the bar:

"Now I know better there's more to life than work, in fact life don't work less there's more to life than work."

And the bars before and after. Lupe said the bars were hard. In general I'd been a little scared about being TOO personal in a freakin, class project, but I'm glad I did what I wanted to. Monk said she liked it too, when I saw her in the hallway.

All in all, I really appreciated them all for hyping the EP up, I think I was dapped up more in those 8 minutes than I been in like 8 years. And Dee-1 even bowed at me after, bruh, like I'm such a fan of his Jay, 50, and Weezy track [2]. I can't. He did leave right after, but still??? I'm complete.

Some of the kids didn't want to show their EP's off, but I know know know that showing up was so important to me. That's a value that was always important but really instilled in me by Lupe and this class.

After my UROP meeting I ran into Ally and we went to his office to get feedback right after. I love Ally, I'm a fan [3]. For advice, I asked him to teach us how we should improve in the next three months. The advice I'll record in another post, but it was detailed and I'm so grateful for it. I appreciate Lupe as a teacher so much and after our dinner tomorrow, the class is really ending. It's been amazing!! Now, to take his class next year or not...

Footnotes (inspired by @tumblasha):

[1] Tagoe's Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/jonathan-tagoe-548571918

[2] the track is so good: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P1IGfv8zSgw

[3] Ally Minju's spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/3jZQxUxjnQ753paNQHHuUk?si=EK-A6vkPSKOmB9s6wOqZ7g

#amaris-rap-journey #listening party #rap ep

[reliablejoukido]

I recently gotten into daikeru which lead me into daikenkeru and daiken... and was wondering if u have any headcannon on them

First of all, this ask is amazing. It encompasses all the best ships. Secondly, I’m not sure which of these you’re looking for headcanons of, so I’ll just do all three of them.

Just a heads up, as with most of my headcanons, these take place when they are ADULTS (Kizuna-era and beyond). I won’t post any explicit headcanons here, but I might be persuaded to write explicit fic......🤫

Daikeru:

I just posted some Daikeru headcanons in another ask, so I will direct you there

older Daikeru headcanons worth checking out if you haven’t already

I’ll post a bonus one here: Jun makes a surprise visit to Daisuke’s apartment while Daisuke has Takeru over for a date. Daisuke is too embarrassed to explain to Jun what’s going on, but she gets V-mon to spill the beans. Then she stays for dinner anyway, much to Daisuke’s chagrin. Takeru thinks it’s really funny

Daiken:

Daisuke is annoyed at how Ken never seems to react when Daisuke flirts with him. He makes up a fake boyfriend to get Ken jealous. Ken sees through this really easily and realizes Daisuke likes him

Daisuke brings Ken lunch to his office at Digimon Criminal Affairs every once in a while. People at the office start thinking Daisuke is Ken’s boyfriend, and Ken doesn’t correct them. Ken has a really bad day, and Daisuke randomly chooses that day to bring him lunch. Ken kisses him on the cheek

Daisuke loves when Ken grows his hair out. The firsts time Daisuke runs his fingers through Ken’s long hair, he tries to be sneaky about it and pretends like he’s putting a friendly arm around Ken’s shoulders. The second time Daisuke touches Ken’s hair, his hand lingers and Ken’s heartbeat races the whole time. Daisuke of course hears his heartbeat and realizes Ken may have feelings for him

Ken likes when Daisuke has some stubble. When they start dating, he finds himself drawn to kissing Daisuke’s jaw when Daisuke forgets to shave

Daikenkeru:

The three of them host a youtube show together where they drink and read questions about Digimon and the Digital World sent to them on social media. Takeru knows a lot of Digimon history, Ken knows a lot of Digital World geography, and Daisuke brings a lot of energy to the show (also he picks the questions). Ken doesn’t drink, so he has the job of keeping the other two in check. It can get a little over the top the longer a taping session goes on. The camera crew ships all three of them. (god I need fanart of this youtube verse so bad).

BASED ON THIS POST -- Daisuke pretends to get drunk, then pretends to need Ken to carry him home, and Takeru records it on his phone while trying to get Daisuke to sing stupid songs. But when they drop Daisuke off at his apartment, they find out he was faking being drunk and he just wanted Ken and Takeru to come over. Hijinks and more ensue.

Daisuke is annoyed at how Takeru and Ken are either oblivious to or completely ignore his flirting. He wants them both. He decides to ask Takeru to be his fake boyfriend in order to win over Ken, and then he asks Ken to be his fake boyfriend to win over Takeru. Daisuke thinks this plan will work, and it does, just not the way he expected it to. Ken doesn’t like the idea of making others jealous, so he just asks Takeru point blank if he’s interested in Daisuke. Takeru says yes, and finds the whole charade hilarious. Daisuke notices them together and thinks they’re on a date with each other, barges in, and gets jealous. Some other stuff happens, some lessons are learned, and idk they start a poly relationship with the understanding that jealousy is not healthy for any of them

Hikari and Miyako start dating, throwing Daisuke, Takeru, and Ken for a loop. During the course of a conversation with the girls, Miyako tells the three boys to just start dating each other for god’s sake

Surprise Fourth Option - Kenkeru!

Takeru buys Ken Sherlock Holmes-style detective hat for Christmas and Ken secretly loves it

This was all I could think of right now, but ask me again in like a month and maybe I’ll have a few more. As always, feel free to send me ship asks.

(also I am currently writing a Daikenkeru fic!)

#daikeru #daiken #daikenkeru #daisuke motomiya #takeru takaishi #ken ichijouji #my headcanons; #daikeru; #daiken; #daikenkeru; #asks;

[inthewaterifoundyou]

i saw your post on reddit. the new story is very good. do you plan on writing anything else in the got fandom?

ITW is my main project right now. Once I complete that fic, I'll start working on my abuse!route fic—but I do have four active WIPs for ASOIAF. I've gotten a lot of good feedback on my latest Sansa piece, so I think I'll do more ghost!au fics with different protags.

Below are my ASOIAF WIPs—please keep in mind that all the titles and summaries are tentative.

Title: You Are Someone Else (I Am Still Right Here)

Summary: “The first night he wakes to Tysha standing over him—head tilted unnaturally to the left, blinking down at him with haunting blue eyes—he empties his stomach.” (Or that one where Jaime Lannister can see the ghosts of dead maidens.)

Notes: This is the "Jaime prays to the Maiden and can see ghosts" companion to my Sansa fic. They aren't in the same verse—just similar concepts I'm going to consolidate into a series.

Title: The Violence (Becomes You)

Summary: Maenaera Belaeyrs was many things: a dragonlord of old, a dream walker, a blood mage—but she is also Shaera Targaryen. (Or, a dragon rider from Old Valyria is reborn as the eldest daughter of Aegon V.)

Notes: Everyone else in the fandom has an OC WIP, so I was starting to feel left out. There aren't enough unhinged/evil protagonists, and I love Aegon V's era. I plan on this one to be a long fic.

Title: I See It (I Take It)

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a beautiful princess. And there she is again, and again, and again, and again. (In an ideal world the version of Sansa trapped in a time loop would be self-reliant, confident, and a fully realized queen dropped into her childhood with all the foreknowledge needed to fix the future with ease. This is not that world.)

Notes: I just think timeloop fics and Sansa are both separately neat—so obviously both together would be doubly neat.

Title: I Got a Name (And I Carry It With Me Like My Daddy Did)

Summary: "At the end of all things, Sansa stands at the edge of Winterfell and remembers when the world was a song." In one universe, Sansa Stark dies as the eldest daughter of Catelyn and Eddard Stark. In another, Minisa's eldest son survives the cradle. These things are not mutually exclusive.  (Alternatively, that fic where Sansa is reborn as Elston Tully sixteen years before Robert's Rebellion.)

Notes: I really enjoy transmigration/isekai fics where the protag gets dropped into the opposite gender. I think it results in some really fun work. I'm a big "write the stories you want to read" and I really want to read something like this.

Feel free to ask for previews of any of these (or any of my Your Boyfriends WIPs), I love sharing. :)

#my fics #asks

[junmoone]

◜𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕◞ - 1/? :

○ i write june within various 'arcs' throughout her life, beginning at 22 & currently developed well into her 40s. crossover verses will include : slasher (general), y.ellowjackets, the b.oys / g.en v, supernatural (general), john w.ick, & more.

○ june is the vessel for an entity known as 'the enchantress', which took possession of her body during an archaeological dig in armenia. the initial unification of june & the witch caused the destruction of the entire site they were working on, burying several people including june herself.

○ june's twenties are spent learning how to suppress her unwanted passenger as much as possible. she is monitored & sometimes institutionalized when the e.nchantress takes too much control. the witch is most often restrained by a necklace & bracelet combo that can loop any spells back into the entity.

○ some years of her early 30s are spent giving up control to the enchantress. june's aura has become so eroded by the over - use of magic at this point, she has limited strength left to fight it off. so she doesn't, taking the role of passenger until sense returns & she can rebuild her energy.

○ june learns more than she did in a near decade in just a few years as a silent occupant. being in control comes with being on display & the enchantress recklessly, knowingly provides june with a detailed education on magic use.

○ at 34, june regains control, using her newfound knowledge to keep the entity quiet & controlled in an internal loop, a never ending labyrinth that acts as a prison.

○ unfortunately the temptation of magic is not lost on june & her choice to continue in her own practice wears at her aura once again. by 45, june is again locked in a battle for control.

#⁰³ ⁾ ᴺᴼᵀᴱˢ. creation through destruction. #there's a lot more of course #but this is bare bones details !!!

[thehotboxsocial]

Nard & B Productions

Throw Away [Future] (2014)

T-Shirt [Migos] (2017)

Out The Loop [K Camp feat. Trouble] (2016)

Problems [Young Thug & Migos] (2014)

Bankroll [Skooly] (2016)

2 Real [Chedda Da Connect] (2015)

Shake That Ass [Jose Guapo] (2016)

Understood [Rich Homie Quan] (2018)

2Pac [Future] (2014)

For All My Dawgs [Zuse] (2016)

Hero [Kevin Gates] (2013)

Kitchen [Project Pat feat. Shy Glizzy & Cash Out] (2014)

Million Bucks [OJ Da Juiceman] (2009)

You Deserve It [Future] (2012)

She Nasty [Travis Porter] (2010)

Rich N---a Problems [Yung LA & Yung Prodigal] (2021)

Go Brazy [Bloody Jay feat. Lil Gangsta & Playa] (2012)

I'm A Fool [Killer Mike feat. Big Kuntry King] (2009)

Away [Hustle Gang feat. Spodee, Trae Tha Truth & T.I.] (2013)

Inside The Mattress [Future] (2016)

Who Can Love U [Lil Boosie feat. Bobby V] (2008)

M.O.B. [Cap 1 feat. Verse Simmonds] (2015)

Large Amounts [Young Scooter feat. TK-N-Cash] (2015)

Goin Up [Hoodrich Pablo Juan feat. Duke & Jose Guapo] (2017)

Where Ya From [Future feat. Young Scooter] (2012)

yt                            dl

#nard & b #playlist #atlanta rap #download #future #K camp #migos

[theinfinitedivides]

six recent song favorites.

i was tagged by @chameli and i had to try so hard to narrow it down bc this sh*t was all over the place originally—also offering a shameless Spotify plug if you would like to see me obsess over these in real time but that's not the point here

vainko & basti bounce, brodha v | 2022-2023 — i'm going to cheat on the song total with at least two of these entries so let me start with this one, sfjsfdnkjsdnj. got into him bc he showed up on the Spotify radio recommendations for songs like the Gully Boy OST but tbh he unironically slaps and as a bonus BB is the sequel to Vainko both lyrically and visually. personally Vainko slaps a bit harder bc the pre-chorus makes contact with a certain part of my brain that very few songs have before and after it, could just be the way i operate tho

kana yaari, coke studio | 2022 — k i may have cried to The Quick Style's official choreo MV for this (not the wedding choreo. that sh*t was the sh*t) but. the beat drop after the first verse. Eva B coming in in the second with that hijab and spitting bars like no one's f*cking business. ma'am

waterfall, b.i | 2021 — i will never shut up about this song. never, it is physically impossible for me to do so bc Hanbin??? the man that you are Hanbin??? 'waterfall 춤을 추는 waterfall / 하늘 위를 나는 듯이 떨어져' Hanbin??? f*cking '떨어짐과 동시에 새롭게 시작하는 폭포' Hanbin??? on God this and BTBT (2022) have been on loop since they dropped

god's latte, epik high | 2023 — sometimes Tablo writes about things and talking to God and not getting the answers you want and having to answer it yourself in the vein of Ilya Kaminsky's 'at the trial of God...' and you have to sit down and think about it for a while. it's fine. everything is fine. (head in hands head in hands head in my f*cking hands this is Amor Fati's long lost twin and it hurts just as much)

besharam rang & jhoome jo pathaan | 2023 — the second cheat but i have no remorse over this bc it's SRK-Deepika!!! Shilpa and Arijit what better voices could you choose for such absolute bangers, honestly. BR gives off Ghungroo vibes which might have been the intent but the lyrics themselves are very 90s Bollywood? idk idk i think i've said this before but my Spotify mutuals probably think there's something wrong with me when they see i've had this playing for six hours with no status change and they have no context as to why

way it is, way it could be, the weather station | 2015 — this song and Chammak Challo fought each other for this spot as the oldest song here but i needed at least one English song in this list and a sacrifice had to be made. i apologize profusely to the many impromptu dance sessions i had with the latter, pls know you were not spurned; it's hard to put a finger on exactly what it about this that has had me in a chokehold. is it the guitar? the sparseness of arrangement? 'the way it is and the way it could be, both are / we got back in the car'? highly recommend bc whatever it is there's something in the song and i go feral for it

tagging: @toiletpotato @i-got-the-feels @lastofthe20thcenturygirls @goblinsbriide @itsfookingloosah and @eremin0109, but pls don't participate if you feel pressured <333

#tag games #i hope this is satisfactory bc Jodhaa Akbar's entire OST almost ended up on here and that would have been the end of that #Rahman taking over everything as is his right