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anama-cara · 5 months

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fight club (dark!joel miller x f!reader; dead dove do not eat)

Summary: Post outbreak set in the Boston QZ. You decide to go against Joel in an underground QZ fight club for some extra coin. Joel doesn't take kindly to the competition and decides to punish you in his own special way. Word count: 3.6k

Warnings/tags: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. 18+ minors dni. Unprotected PIV, fingering (f receiving), slapping, choking, hair pulling, violence, blood, degradation, curse word, age gap, dark content, noncon, dubcon.

a/n: This is the darkest one I’ve written so far so let me know what you think. Author is 18+ Written for #deaddovedecember2023 hosted by @romana-after-dark

You’ve had your fair share of blunders and brushes with death, but this has got to be one of the stupidest things you’ve ever done. But you’re desperate. Really freaking desperate. And desperate people throw out all caution and logic and good old fashioned common sense. So here you are, sweaty hair plastered to your forehead, heart racing, knuckles bloody. And you’re about to make another terrible mistake.

You’ve been in the Boston QZ for about 2 years now and every side hustle and grift you’ve tried has ultimately failed. One of your fellow con artists mentioned some back-alley action, an illegal underground fight club. So you follow his direction to the hideout, through an alley to the back of an abandoned building and down the stairs to the basement. You think the place must have been used for storage before, its mostly unfinished. It’s a large square room with low ceilings. All the furniture has been pushed to the sides of the room, leaving the center open. There’s a mob of people shouting and cheering, mostly large men but you spot a couple of females too. You recognize a few faces amongst the crowd as smugglers you’ve previously dealt with. There are a few lamps in the corners of the room but it’s still dimly lit. There’s a poker table pushed up against the wall, bottles of alcohol, and a caged rooster in the back. You guess this place does everything – speakeasy, gambling, cock fighting, and the ring.

There’s smoke in the air that burns your eyes and when you walk little clouds of dust follow in your footsteps. The smell of sweat, alcohol, and cigarettes engulfs your senses. The place is packed and noisy with swearing and shouting. You push through a throng of people to get to the bookie sitting on a high stool in the corner. She’s wearing a red and black flannel with black jeans and combat boots. She nods to you as you approach.

“Never seen you here, but if you’re here that means one of us trusted you enough let you in. Welcome. So, what can I do for you? Who ya bettin’ on?” She nods to the ring.

Ring is a generous term. Really it’s a cleared away area in the center of the room with a white circle on the floor drawn in chalk. There are two burly men inside fighting it out, fists flailing and blood flying. You notice that one has several teeth missing and cauliflower ear. He seems to be winning.

You turn back to her. “I’m not betting, I’m here to fight.”

She pauses to read your face and once she sees you’re serious she chuckles. She looks you up and down, taking in your skinny arms and round unscarred face. She holds out her hand. “The name’s Tess.”

You take her hand with a firm grip.

“Alright girl, you’re in. But I hope you know what you’re doing.” She gives you all the rules. Basically, you win if your opponent steps out of the ring or they don’t get up after a 10 second count. “I’ll be rootin’ for ya.” She says as you turn to leave. She sounds sincere.

You’re already starting to feel sick. Your stomach is turning, you’re so nauseous and the loud noises and metallic smell of blood isn’t helping. You go to a corner room, as far away as possible, and sit on a flipped over crate to wait. You’re wearing a loose t-shirt with your green cargo jacket overtop, black leggings, and your combat boots. You watch your swinging feet, trying to calm your nerves and not think about the sound of crunching bone you just heard. You wonder whose nose was just broken, Big Guy or Toothless.

As you’re sitting, zoning out, you feel someone walk up beside you. Your head snaps up.

“Hi there.”

Now this is a face you definitely don’t know. You’d remember him. He’s probably in his late 40’s, tall and broad shouldered with patchy facial hair, a strong nose and jaw line, and a pinched brow that makes it look like he’s permanently scowling. But there’s something in his dark brown eyes that catches your attention. It’s alluring and yet it makes you very uneasy. There’s a danger hidden there. He sits on the crate next to you with a sigh. He’s wearing jeans and a tight grey t-shirt that shows off his sculped chest and hugs his tanned biceps. That catches your attention too. You watch his muscles flex as he lowers himself onto the crate. Maybe you’re staring too long. He kicks you crate with a heavy boot.

“Hello?”

Even his voice is entrancing, gruff, dark, masculine, with a thick Texan accent. You blink and clear your throat. “Hi.” You say flatly. You try to appear confident and nonchalant, like you’re bored with this whole thing. Like you’re not scared shitless right now. You’re trying to convince yourself just as much as him.

“You come here often?” He asks and you can’t help but smile at the lame joke. His eyes move to your lips as you smile and his own form a wicked grin. It scares you. Your mouth falls back.

“Um no, this is my first time here. My first match in the ring.”

“You’re fighting?” He sounds equally surprised and impressed. His eyes light up and that predatory grin appears on his face again. “Little thing like you… going up against these grown men. You must be one tough little girl.”

You shift your weight, his words making you uncomfortable.

He quietly adds, “How I like ‘em. A fighter.”

Before you get a chance to respond there’s a roar of the crowd and you watch as they drag a body from the ring and prop him against the wall. You hope he’s just unconscious. You turn back to the stranger but he’s gone. The crowd quiets and you hear Tess call out, “Next round is against my partner Joel. Y’all know Joel. Any takers?”

You get to your feet. The crowd is too thick to see the opponent in the ring. But you don’t even care to see what he looks like first, no point sizing him up. You know all these fighters will be bigger and stronger than you. You have to do it now before you lose the small amount of courage you have left. You can’t sit still any longer.

“Here.” You call out. As you walk to the ring you tell yourself over and over again that they may have more muscle, but you rely on your speed and your skill.

You push through the circle of onlookers, most don’t even seem to notice you or bother to move out of the way. You’re too short to see over their heads so you raise your hand in the air and repeat, “here!” Finally they part. Faces look down at you as you pass and you can read the looks of disbelief and amusement in their eyes. You step over the line of chalk and face Tess. “I challenge,” you say in your most confident voice. Tess looks uncertain, even worried for you. Her throat bobs and she looks like she might say something, but instead she just nods. You turn to face your opponent. Oh shit, it’s the stranger. Joel. You know his name now. He’s giving you that horrible predatory grin again as he looks you up and down shamelessly. He’s so cocky it boils your blood.

“Well look who it is, Newbie.”

You snarl in response but he just laughs at you.

“Begin,” Tess announces.

You start circling each other, moving clockwise as you study each other’s movements, looking for the right time to pounce. You kick up dust as you slide your feet. Your boot catches on something sticky, dried blood. You push the thought from your mind, concentrating on watching Joel. You observe his muscles flexing, his balance, the length of his strides and his footwork. You can tell he’s strong, but he’s slower. You’ll use that to your advantage. During these brief moments of sizing each other up you’ve kept your own strengths hidden. You copied his pace, circling him just as slowly with deliberately timed steps. You want your real fighting style to remain a surprise. You want this fight over quickly, a few strong punches from him and you’d be lights out. You know you can’t overpower him and keep him down for a 10 count, so the only way is to trick him into stepping over the white line.

The crowd is getting impatient, their jeering getting louder and more vulgar as they scream at him to pummel you. With no warning, no tell, he lunges at you and lands a right hook into your jaw, rattling your brain. You dodge his incoming blow, ducking under his arm and side stepping past him. So maybe he’s not so slow after all, that’s okay, you’ll just be faster. Your jaw is aching and you taste blood in your mouth. You spit on the floor and Joel smiles. Just one punch and you’re already dizzy. He closes the gap in one step, towering above you with a vicious gleam in his eye. He does a jab cross combo and you manage to block both. As he’s pulling his fist back you land a hook right into his ribs lightning fast, then quickly pull your punch back and step back into your fighting stance with your guard raised. He looks a little surprised. You actually snuck a blow in. The crowd cheers and his surprise turns to anger. It chills your blood and weakens your knees but you stand your ground. Furious, he attacks you in a brutal volley, jab, cross, hook, elbow. He’s pummeling you with hit after hit and you’re moving swiftly, weaving under his fists as you step backwards, leading him closer to the edge of the ring. Your heel touches the chalk. He throws a powerful cross but he’s late on the recoil so you grab his wrist, leaning into his momentum and pulling his arm, swinging him to the right. He takes a single step to correct his balance. A single step that’s out of the circle.

You drop his wrist as the crowd erupts in shouts of approval at the surprise and swearing as bets are lost. You turn on your heel, not even bothering to look at Joel as you march up to Tess.

“Well color me impressed. If you come back again you could probably make a lot more ration cards. Everyone likes an underdog ya know.” Spectators flock to her, passing up cigarettes, pills, bullets, and food, you even spot a piece of gum. After a minute of tallying she hands you a stack of ration cards. You stuff them in your jacket pocket and nod farewell. This should tide you over for a while, at least until you find another smuggling job. Tess seems okay but you hope you never have to come back here.

You rush out of the hideout and exit into the alleyway where you lean up against the wall and breathe in deeply, relishing the fresh cool night air. You close your eyes for a moment and relax your head back against the cool concrete, letting your body calm down after all the adrenaline.

A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing and cutting off your air. Gasping, your eyes flutter open and you stare wildly at the man in front of you. Joel. His face is flushed and his eyes are black. You choke out, “J-Joel, what-“ but he squeezes even tighter and your plea dies.

“Shut up bitch,” he snaps. Oh you made a big mistake. Now you understand what kind of man Joel is. You humiliated him when you won. You took his power. And he wants it back.

“How dare you trick me like that.”

You’re desperately shaking your head, unable to speak. He slams your head back into the wall. You feel your scalp scrap against the concrete and blood seep into your hair.

“You think you’re better than me, is that it? Huh?” With his other hand he grabs a fistful of your hair. “Huh? Answer me!” he shouts.

You shake your head desperately. He feels the blood on the back of your head now and slides his hand from your hair. Holding it up, he angles his hand to better see in the light from the streetlamp, admiring the sight of your blood on his fingertips. His other fingers are still pushing into your throat, bruising the skin underneath. You have to get out of here. Not knowing what else to do you kick him in the groin, hoping he’ll drop you or at least loosen his grip. It works and you wrench free. You run one, two steps before he catches you and slams you into the wall. You squeal. His hands pin your wrists against the cold wall by your sides and his body is pressed into yours, squishing you against the wall so tightly you can’t move. His chest is heaving and his breath is in your face as he looks down at you.

“Joel please,” you plead desperately.

“Oh now you have manners.” He scoffs. “Too late little girl,” he says darkly. You whine in desperation and his lethal gaze shift to one of greed. “Oh honey you’re giving me a new idea for how to punish you.” He smiles and you watch as lust clouds his gaze. You feel his cock twitch against your middle. Your eyes widen in terror and you gulp. His predator gaze deepens as he clocks your fear. He feeds off of it. He takes your wrists and pins them above your head with one large hand.

“Gotta show you some respect little girl. Put ya in your place.” He leans his hips into you, pushing you deeper into the hard wall as he grinds into you. With no warning he slaps you across your face. It stings as you feel tears forming in your eyes.

“That’s better. Cry for me girly. Think you can beat me, no, I’ll show who’s in control here.” His other hand other slips beneath the hem of your t-shirt and reaches up to grab at your breast. He gropes you roughly, his cold callous fingers kneading into you. He flicks your nipple and you cringe at the pain, but harden under his touch as he rubs it between his finger and thumb. He groans and his hips grind into you again, rutting up against you and pushing you roughly. You feel your skin grating against the rough concrete behind you. He kisses you sloppily, greedily making out with your unresponsive mouth as you try to turn away. He drops his hand from your breast and slides his hand around your neck again.

“I’m gonna let go and yer' gonna take off your pants. Got that little girl?” You spit in his face. He laughs like a mad man. “You’re a fighter. I said I liked ‘em feisty. You remembered, huh girly?”

Then he abruptly stops and he squeezes so tightly you see black spots. “But right now I need you to behave.” You nod vigorously.

“Good girl.” He releases his tight grip and drops your hands. You undo your pants and push them down with your underwear and are about to step out of them when he stops you. “Leave it.” It restricts your movement more, you can’t run.

“That’s it, good job girly. Now me.” He commands. You undo his belt with shaking fingers and tug his zipper down. You tentatively pause and he smacks your hip. “I didn’t stay stop,” he growls. You tug his pants and boxers down to his thighs and his cock springs free. He’s so big and angry looking that you start to cry.

“Fuckin’ weak.” He wraps a hand around the base of his cock and strokes himself slowly as you watch. The thumbs the tip of his cock where a bead of precum is leaking out. He raises he fingers to your mouth and slides his thumb over your lower lip roughly before pushing it inside your mouth.

“No biting.” His thumb glides over your teeth and he pushes further. Your tongue flicks against him instinctively and his cock twitches. “You like this girly? You a little slut?” With his thumb deep in your mouth you’re unable to answer but your eyes glare at him. He just smirks. He taps your jaw with his other fingers then brings them to your lips as you open your mouth wider. You suck on his fingers, saliva gathering on them. When he's satisfied, he pulls them out with a lewd wet noise. He pets your check once with the back of his hand. You feel the scratch of the dried blood as his split knucks skim across your face.

He reaches down between you and slides two fingers into you without hesitation. The stretch burns and your muscles clench in surprise. “Fuck, so tight.” He slides his fingers in and out, punishing your hole as you try to adjust. “We gotta stretch you out a bit if you’re gonna fit this big cock.” He pushes another finger in and you scream. He glares at you and silences your scream with his mouth. He bites your lower lip as he fucks you with his fingers. You taste blood as he pulls way.

After a few more thrusts he feels your body adjust and your slick starts to seep onto his hand. He laughs, “Not such a tough girl now huh?” Your face reddens in embarrassment as your body betrays you.

He slides his fingers out and slaps your wet pussy. “Just a little slut. Knew you wanted this cock.” He pushes his fingers through your folds, playing with you and gathering your slick. He slides his fist down his cock, spreading the wetness.

“Wanna see you cry on this cock.” With his fist wrapped around the base he guides himself and notches at your entrance then pushes all the way inside you, filling you up and splitting you open. You gasp at the stretch and struggle against him. He clicks his tongue. “None of that, stay still,” he grunts as he pulls out to the tip then slams back in to you. “Gotta take your punishment,” another hard dominating thrust.

“Gonna ruin your little pussy.” He’s hitting something deep inside you with each painstakingly hard thrust. You feel your body responding, heat pooling and your walls flutter around him. He pulls out halfway and pushes back in, setting a new shallow pace as he fucks you against the wall. It’s faster and more desperate. You see sweat forming on his brow. You think you could probably get out of his grip right now if you tried, he’s distracted and out of breath already. But for some reason you don’t. You stay still as he brutally rails you, your back arching against the wall causing you’re your shoulder blades to sting as the scrape the wall.

The sounds of skin slapping slick skin and groaning fill the narrow alley. The street light flickers and for the first time it dawns on you that anyone could walk by and see you. You shiver and try to push against Joel’s hold but he growls at you through gritted teeth. “I said stay still.”

He’s close, you can see it on his scrunched-up face, so you relax and decide to just let him finish. Your body is marked with purple fingerprints and red marks where he slapped you. The blood in your hair has dried. Maybe it was stupid to fight him, you think as he continues to pound you. He feels good inside you, you can’t deny that. You close your eyes and focus on that feeling now, your hips moving to grind into him. It building and building and you can’t stop it as you come on his cock with a cry. Your walls squeeze his cock and it’s enough to send him spilling into you. His muscles twitch and he presses his entire body up against you, flattening you with his full weight as he comes inside you with a groan. You feel the warm gush of his cum inside you as it spreads and fills you. He sighs and slides out with a lewd squelching sound.

“Hmmmm, hope you learned your lesson little girl.”

Your legs are shaking, cum trickling down your thighs. He steps back and releases his hold on your wrists. You slide down the wall and sit crumpled on the cold ground. He drags his cock against your check once before stuffing it back into his pants and fixing his belt. He smirks down at you, proud of his work. “See ya around,” he says before stalking off, leaving you sitting alone in the dirty alley, pants still around your ankles.

You look down and watch his seed seeping out of you. You gulp, feeling your sore throat ache from his chokehold. You swipe your fingers over your cheek, wiping away your tears cooling against the night air. Your fingers brush against your bloodied swollen lips from his crushing kiss and drift to your sides where you see red prints marking your skin. Your fingers slide lower and find the wetness on your thighs. Without thinking you draw your fingers up to your mouth and suck, tasting him. Hand in your mouth you snap back to reality and glance down the alley to make sure no one is looking. You scrambling up, hand against the wall in support. You hurriedly pull up your pants and rush out of the alley in humiliation.

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i-smoke-chapstick · 7 days

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'DON'T BLAME ME, [PART FIVE]

-GOTHAM!JERVIS TETCH X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; You discover Jervis has some skeletons in his closet. Perhaps literally.

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!jervis x female reader. SLOW BURN!!! Not sure how many chapters this will be yet! LOTS OF PLOT SET-UP!! AGE GAP ROMANCE! (reader is Jim and Barbara's daughter) The slow burn is slow burning. She fell first, he fell harder. This part got some angst to it...the beginning of a whole mess. Writing this kind of artistically and as character studies for everyone. Reader meeting Alice. Jervis being an obsessive freak, per usual. Jim Gordon is STILL...Jim Gordoning. I'm taking canon out back and beating it with a stick until it stops twitching.

⋆ tag list (tell me if you want to be removed!) @adalwolfgang @jervis-tetch-my-beloved @honestmrdual @moonlightnyx @all-things-fandomstuck @killingboredom @sweetlimeharvest

⋆ 'PART ONE, - 'PART TWO, - 'PART THREE, - 'PART FOUR, - 'PART FIVE, - ‘PART SIX, - 'PART SEVEN, - 'PART EIGHT, - 'PART NINE, -'PART TEN,

♫ “For you, I would cross the line.” Don't Blame Me by Taylor Swift

Five minutes. Five minutes is all it takes for you to say, fuck that, I'm following them.

With Tabitha and Barbara doing god knows what, and Butch disappearing, probably to go take his anger out on some poor sap who tried to avoid tipping, you're left by yourself.

You always hated that pit of loneliness inside you. You had plenty of people in your life. Though, each one you counted, acted less like a friend, and more like a mentor of sorts. They were all either trying to parent you, or trying to guide you. Even Selina. You're a few years older than her. She still thinks she knows better then you.

Digging through your thoughts, your mind is made up. Besides, what if your dad tries something crazy on Mr. Tetch? He was ready to beat an answer out of him five minutes ago. You shudder.

Turning on your heel, you push through the people in the club. You hear the small noisy shouts of "Watch it!" and "Hey!" as you make your way out the back. You don't have the time to care right now.

You try to think about where they could be. The direction where Jervis turned. The rooftop. The balcony. It made sense in your head.

You finally hear your fathers distraught voice through the haze.

"So, what is it in Alice's blood that makes it so infectious?" He spits. "She doesn't look sick to me."

You peak through the window in the door. Watching the two standoff with one another. You're reminded of your mother telling you, you're such a curious little thing.

Then the ticking of a pocket watch makes your eyebrows furrow. You've heard that before.

"She's not sick," Jervis chimes, embittered. "She's powerful, sir."

"Powerful how?" Your father steps closer, and you watch on the edge of your seat. A pit forms in your stomach that something isn't right. "I need answers, Tetch."

"You deserve some." Jervis responds, half-heartedly, as though he really doesn't seem to care. "Do you hear my watch ticking?"

You watch in slow motion as it all falls down.

You see your father, listening, keen. You hear the ghosts of words on Jervis's tongue- speaking softly.

"It synchronizes with your heartbeat, yes?" Mr. Tetch sighs. You watch your dad zone out right before your eyes. With baited breath, you lean in closer. He's hypnotizing him. Why?

"Take out your gun and put it on the ground."

He could just be doing this to protect himself. You try to convince yourself. Dad has a reputation.

You watch as the gun clacks to the floor.

"Good," Jervis speaks, slowly. You feel your heartbeat quicken. "Now walk to the edge and climb onto the wall."

Fuck.

You're trying to comprehend the situation. You're frozen in place. There's no way your dad, or you for that matter, gets out of this alive. There's no way this is real.

This is Gotham, that voice in your head taunts. Anything's real.

You watch, as Jervis continues. With every insult, every remark, your father blindly agrees with him.

"I am going to count to ten. When I reach ten," Jervis has the gull to smirk. "You'll find everlasting peace."

Your fists clench.

"One."

You remember how your dad would come home after work on Fridays. He'd buy you pizza. Tell you to hide it from mom. It was your little secret.

"Two."

You think about how your dad looked when you told him you wanted to be just like him when you were older. Half happy. Half depressed.

"Three."

You think about how he's changed. Everything's changed. You wonder if a part of you wants him to die.

"Four."

You recount Jervis's words. He can only make a person do what they secretly wish to do. All this time, you thought you were keeping him afloat. The reason he was alive. His little girl. Were you never enough?

"Five-" Jervis begins, before a voice interrupts from behind you.

"Stop!" It's high-pitched, feminine. For a moment, you almost think you spoke. You see a woman march past you, opening the door. She ignores your presence, but offers you a scared glance. She has a gun in her hand.

You suddenly feel hot tears run down your cheeks. Were you crying?

Jervis whips his head around, and it's as though the world has been delivered to him on a silver platter. He marvels at the sight of the woman.

"Alice?" He breathes, not noticing your shaking form, still clinging to the shadows in the doorway. "Thank god! At last, I've finally found you!" You feel your eyes and throat burn, trying to keep quiet. You can't stop staring at your father hanging over the balcony.

"Tell that man to get off the ledge." She speaks, firm, but her voice breaks. So this is Alice, the woman he's been dying to find.

Between desperation and anger and anxiety you don't know if jealousy is an emotion you should be feeling right now. But it's buried deep inside the pile, beside yourself. Nothing feels right. It only makes your stomach twist more.

"Never mind him, put down the gun." Mr. Tetch puts his hand out to the gun. He reminds you of the boogieman you were scared of when you were younger.

"Mister! Get down!" The girl calls, and you feel guilty for feeling that twinge of jealousy. She's doing more to save your father than you are. The thought elicits another scared sob from you that you choke down.

"He can't hear you," Jervis assures her. His voice is gentle in comparison to what it was with your father. It's like how he was with you.

"Don't come near me." She stands, grip on the gun tightening.

"Why are you here if you don't want to talk?" There's something in his voice that breaks. It makes you hate him. Hate how much you still feel sorry for him.

The woman starts to cry, the same as you.

"Put the gun down, Alice." He urges.

"You're evil." She breathes, and you wonder if anyone's truly evil in the world. You think of your mom. You think of the man who tortured her into becoming what she is. "Leave me alone!" Alice screeches, and her grip on the gun starts to shake.

No, no, no, no. Don't you dare miss this shot. A part of you argues. A different part of you hopes she misses entirely.

"But Alice," He looks desperate. "I love you."

At those three words, the shot rings out. You close your eyes at the sound of him letting out a groan, and the bang that echoes through the balcony. You see your father loose his footing on the ledge.

Silence be damned, you think. You rush to your dad in the flurry of bullets. The woman continues to shoot at Jervis, scared out of her mind. He hurries away, heavily breathing. Before he parts, he catches your gaze. You don't make out the rest of his face. Just those dark eyes that have been haunting your dreams.

You and Alice both pull Jim back before he falls, tears staining both of your cheeks. As he steadies his footing, all you and her can do is look at one another. Your lungs frantically breathe for air.

When a moment has passed, adrenaline closing, your father looks at Alice. As though you're not even there. In a way, you don't blame him. In a different way, how could he know you didn't step in? He should be thanking god he's still alive to hug his daughter.

"Thank you." He tells her. He doesn't look at you.

The click of handcuffs is the only thing you hear as he grabs Alice's wrist.

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fawnfictions · 8 months

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Can i request a one shot Monkey king x fem!reader

But the two hate each other at first, the reader is kind of a neat freak and is totally opposite from Wukong, but then they both develop feelings?

Thank you <3

cleaning conflicts

— wukong x fem!reader

i'm not sure if i really nailed the requests plot,, its less 'opposites' and more just plain ol' enemies. This is kind of bad, but i hope you like it, anyways!!

also—if you've got a depression room, i am not shitting on you in anyway (because i currently live in a room where i cannot see the floor), i'm just overdramatising it for the plot ^^

;; romantic, enemies to lovers, fluff.

You held tightly onto the claws gripping your shoulders. The wind pushed harshly against your opposing force, whipping your hair behind you as you sputtered to keep strands of it out of your mouth.

Unable to open your eyes wider than a squint, you narrowed your eyes at the colourful falcon carrying you, "MK, are we almost there? I'm not sure how much longer I can take this..."

Your voice was barely audible above the noisy gales, despite the cracking in your tone from the loud volumes you spoke at. The bird-transformed boy grinned down at you.

"You bet! In fact, Flower-Fruit Mountain is below us."

True to his words, a wary glance downwards was filled with forestry galore. A tall mountain came into view, decorated with a waterfall off the side, falling into a lake at the base. The sight of your destination brought a relieved sigh out of you.

With careful movements, MK drifted you both closer to the ground, making a safe landing adjacent to the supposed entrance to the mountain. You crouched on the ground, still gaining balance from the recent flight.

Whilst you inwardly expressed your gratitude to the sweet, sweet dirt floor, several monkeys caught an interest in your presence. They wandered over, a few stopping by MK and messing with him, as the others continued towards you. A soft smile grew on your face.

"Ah, hi, there—what're you doing, hm?" You cooed at them, reaching a hand out.

One of them latched onto your finger with two grabby hands, sniffing it slightly before lifting it onto their head. Taking the cue, you gave the monkey light scratches, cherishing the way they happily chirped at your attention.

The clearing of a throat caught your attention.

"Monkey King is probably waiting for us; c'mon, I'll let us in." MK, who had seemingly gotten the pesky monkeys off of him, offered you his hand in standing up, which you gratefully accepted.

With nervous steps, you each hopped onto each stone that lead to the waterfall across the lake, watching in awe as the younger boy led the way. The curtain of water magically gave way to him, splitting ways to refrain the successor from getting soaked; not a single drop of water hitting him.

Snapping yourself out of your wonder, you continued through as he kept the entrance open for you. Without the mystic monkey powers that he has, you weren't sure that you'd have the ability to get through at all.

As you entered, your eyes drifted along the faded murals lined along the cave walls; artistic depictions of the pilgrimage that you'd been forcefully educated on by MK's rants and Tang's 'words of wisdom'. You wished to admire them further, but a certain successor was strolling further into the mountain, and getting lost was the last thing you wanted, at the moment.

"Monkey King... Hey, Monkey King! I'm here for my lesson... And I brought a friend!" MK called out, receiving a lack of response.

"Uh... Perhaps he's... Busy?"

"It's alright, MK. He's probably—" You were cut off with a muffled sound of surprise.

A butterfly had found itself on your nose, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, as MK whipped his head around to you in concern.

After a moment of needless staring, the boy began to laugh, "M-Monkey King—get off of h-her!"

You stood in confusion at the insect that he had dubbed 'Monkey King', knowing that it was not a monkey, and nor did it look like his supposed mentor. That was, until it fluttered away from your face and began glowing.

The butterfly morphed into an array of shapes and sizes, before appearing in front of you in true form. The Monkey King wore a playful smirk, matching the mischievous glint in his eyes, his tail lashing out beside him as he stood in a cocky stance.

You instantly didn't like this guy, one bit.

"Dude, seriously? What the hell was that for?" You dangerously narrowed your eyes at the monkey.

"Hey, lighten up, buttercup! I was just playing around." He rolled his eyes, before MK promptly rushed between you two.

"Uh, hey—cut it out!" The younger boy scolded both of you, before turning towards the monkey, "So, uh, Monkey King. This is the friend I was telling you about... She's willing to help clean up with your... Uh, 'hoarding' problem."

"Ah, great! C'mon, I'll show you the place."

He led the two of you into the main living area of the mountain. Even ignoring the old furniture and decaying decorations, the place was practically trashed! Empty chip packets and dirty takeout containers were lazily thrown onto tables or floors, rotting fruit were smushed against walls, and the rambunctious monkeys roaming around the place continued their endeavours to mess with anything they could grab onto.

You paused in disgust and shock, the wafting stink, that you somehow couldn't smell earlier, now attacking your nose. Turning to the owner of it all, you frowned.

"How... How did it get this bad?" You asked, clearly disgruntled.

"Psh, I'm the Monkey King, I don't have time for cleaning!" He brushed off.

"Exactly, you're immortal! You've got all the time in the world—but I guess that you're just too lazy."

He stammered, eyebrows furrowed at your dissonance. Too lazy? Well, that wasn't exactly wrong, but you didn't have to say it like that! Who were you, to be talking to the Monkey King; Great Sage, Equal to Heaven?

MK felt panicked at the growing tension in the room and the obvious scowl on his mentors face. In a moment of pure anxiety, he stood between the two of you, separating and cutting off the strain.

"Hey-Hey! We've gotta get to that training, right, Monkey King? We can leave her to it—"

"No, it's okay, bud. You go on ahead; keep practicing those stances we've been going through, I'll catch up in a minute." The agitated glint in the Monkey King's eye dissipated all of MK's will to argue back, scurrying back the way they came.

"So, Monkey King—" You began after the young boy disappeared from your view, only to be cut off.

"Just call me 'Wukong'." He grinned at you, humour in his voice that he lacked in any other manner, an obvious facade; whether it was to keep his own calm, or to mock you, you were unsure.

"Alright, Monkey King," You practically growled at him, "So, want to help me get started? Or are you too egotistical to do such 'mortal' work?"

A grimace overtook his features as his tail continued to lash out angrily, nose twitching. He wordlessly walked past you, into the open-kitchen.

He was avoiding your stare, allowing you to judgementally wander around the area, noting the spots and stains that you'd have to work harder on cleaning. It took all but a minute for the monkey to return to you, shoving a plastic bag and a bucket holding a couple rags inside into your arms.

You simply nodded at him, refusing to give him a proper 'thanks', and turned your back. His footsteps grew faint, following the path that MK took, clearly having had enough of you and going back to their training.

You didn't mind; you were glad that Wukong and his attitude were out of your hair. Now, you could finally begin on your work of his musty living space.

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It had been a couple weeks since Wukong had seen you. He couldn't lie—the mountain was the cleanest it'd been on centuries!

Every stain had been scrubbed out, the pieces of trash that littered the place had been picked up, and that putrid smell that even he was getting sick of was gone—replaced with the scent of peaches and flowers.

Another thought he couldn't lie about... Was that he missed you. At first, he believed that feeling was pure agitation from the way you spoke him; he swore that you almost brought back his truculent attitude that he'd lost after his journey to the West. And that was not a good thing.

But, since you'd retreated from Flower-Fruit Mountain with MK after his training, without any farewell, might be add, he realised this feeling was a lot more... Sad.

Yes, your gall had annoyed him to no end, but it had been so long since he'd had another person stand up to him. The last person he'd been able to banter with like that, were the pilgrims he travelled with.

Thusly, Wukong found himself with MK during his lesson, "Uh, by the way, bud... Your friend, um..."

With a raised brow, the younger boy offered your name with suspicion. Wukong clicked his fingers, acting as if he'd just remembered it, despite you having been on his mind the entire week.

"Yes, yeah! That's the one—uh, are they able to... Come back next lesson?" He forced out, hastily backing up when his mentee gave a weird expression, "B-Because! The, uh, the mountains gotten real dirty again—you know how the monkeys are, right, bud?"

His nervous laughter caught the mentioned boy off-guard. Despite his concerns at Wukong's odd behaviour, he nodded, before pausing.

"I'm not sure if she'll agree to it, though... She seemed to hold a bit of a grudge against you, I won't lie."

The mentioned monkey visibly deflated at this, before humming to himself, "That's alright, bud. Still, try asking for me, please?"

Against his better judgements, this led MK to your front door. Of course—the boy ensured that you would be alright with him turning up, he'd sent you a message earlier in the day asking whether he could drop by, or not. Thankfully, you had confirmed with him that he could.

With a swift knocking and you ushering him inside, offering refreshments, he built himself up to ask you. MK was unsure of your possible reactions to Wukong's request for you; the boy hadn't mentioned the monkey since you were last there, and he easily remembered the tension brewing between the two of you in the mere moments you spent together.

He inhaled, "Monkey King wants you to clean his mountain again next training lesson, which is tomorrow, but you totally don't have to go if you don't want to, I know how much you disliked him last tim—"

"Woah, woah! MK, calm down a little and speak slower, yeah?" You moved to place a hand on his shoulder.

"O-Oh, yeah, hah. Sorry, sorry." He took a moment to steel his nerves, "Okay, so... Monkey King. He wants you to come back to the mountain, to... Clean again, or something."

You deadpanned at him, causing a bead of sweat to run down his neck, "C'mon, he's not that bad! You two just got off on the wrong foot—and! If you really can't bear to be there, I'll take you home straight away."

You frowned at his begging, pondering the offer.

You... Could've been a lot nicer during your meeting with him. Whilst he did seem egotistical, you didn't exactly know anything else about him. Perhaps you should give him another chance..?

With a sigh, and one last glance at MK to see him pulling his best puppy-eyes on you, you agreed.

"Your next training lesson is tomorrow, correct?"

"Yes, yes! I can meet you here, but we'll need to leave around 10am. I-Is that all good with you?" The grin on the boys face was wide, and if you didn't know any better, you'd assume he'd been given a gift from the Jade Emperor himself.

You nodded in response, tossing him a thumbs up only to be met with dust particles. In his excitement, MK had rushed out the door with nothing but a farewell yelled over his shoulder. You laughed quietly to yourself at his antics.

It seemed that you would be seeing Wukong again.

...

Per his request, Wukong was greeted by the sight of not only one, but two people for his successor's lesson. His attention immediately drifted to you.

Despite your withdrawn posture, you seemed... Less peeved, than the last time he saw you. That was good! Hopefully that meant he wouldn't be bombarded with insults and sass, this time.

With hasty instructions, Wukong sent off MK to their usual training grounds, claiming that he would catch up later, once again.

This left the two of you alone as the mystic monkey anxiously led you upstairs, giving you a sense of deja vu. Although, you were glad that the place had kept its scent of the soap you had used, and not that horrid stench that had nearly choked you the first time you were here.

As you stepped into the main living-quarters, a glance throughout the area left you feeling confused, "Wukong, this... It doesn't look like anything needs cleaning?"

The mentioned demon felt his heart flutter at the use of his real name. He had nearly forgotten that he gave it to you.

Wukong shrugged, lifting a hand to nervously rub at his neck, "A-About that... Uh, how do I put this?"

As he stuttered around his words, he allowed himself to properly look into your eyes. The monkey paused, breath hitching in his throat as blood rushed to his cheeks.

In his flustered state, you took over the conversation, "Before you say anything else, I really ought to apologise for the way I acted a few weeks ago... I didn't really mean the things I said, I guess I was just... Caught in the moment?"

This snapped Wukong out of it, "No, no. Peaches, I—I should apologise too, I wasn't exactly any better."

"Then, I guess we're both sorry." You smiled at him, a sight that had Wukong's heart clenching.

The two of you were left, awkwardly facing towards each other with a tension that was, thankfully, more positive than the last. With nothing left to do, you let yourself take in Wukong's appearance without the prior dislike you had towards him.

You hadn't noticed the brightness of his eyes, shining like the golden colour that they were. This thought had you flustering a little, eyes glancing down to his lips before looking away.

Unfortunately, the monkey caught your moment of panic, smirking to himself as he gained his sense of pride back. He took a step closer to you, and slightly leaned down to peer at your face, leaving you no choice but to connect your eyes with his.

"So, peaches," You blushed further at the nickname, having been able to brush it off earlier, "Mind letting me treat you to a date?"

#lego monkie kid #lmk #monkey king #monkey king x reader #sun wukong #— fawns fics #wukong x reader #oneshot #fluff #romantic

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Jonathan Shaw's Year in Review: Another year of pissed-off music (and some that’s somehow not so pissed), for the freaks, and the lovers, and the ghosts

2023 threatened for some months to be a marginally less awful mess than the several years before it, but then came autumn, and the Cop28 Conference turned into a massive lobbying event for the fossil fuels industry; and Geert Wilders pulled off his dismaying political success in the Netherlands; and the paranoid style in American politics was further entrenched (witness MTG’s juice as a figure of national political import and Mike Johnson holding the House gavel); and Gaza was reduced to blood-soaked rubble; and there is the ever-increasing, mind-flaying certainty that yes, 2024 will be dominated in the States by a presidential race between two completely unacceptable choices: a frail Boomer largely coasting on the fact that he is not his principal rival for the office, and that principal rival, whose absurdity increases in direct proportion to the hazard of his petulant, narcissistic rage.

No wonder much of the music on this list is so steeped in fury, contempt and sorrow for the continuing idiocy and grinding horror of the human condition. Some of that music is memorably grim, or ferocious, or both. See the records below by Gravesend, Lucifixion and Spirit Possession, all of which cut viscerally violent paths through your senses. Eardrums are subjected to scorched-earth treatment. I dig it.

But those aren’t the only feeling tones available on records I listened to a lot this year (still the dominant metric for how records get on this list: How often did I play them?). On “Bananas,” a great song from Bonnie “Prince” Billy’s Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You, Will Oldham’s gentle strumming and the song’s duet of hushed vocals dramatize lovemaking, to achingly gorgeous effect. On “Quiet World,” the best track on Home Front’s excellent Games of Power, the band commits to the sad-boy, New Romantic postpunk that some of their other songs flirt with a good deal less certainly. And while no one would ever wish to accuse the Sleaford Mods of anything other than sardonic smarts, “The Rhythms of Class” may be as close to pop music as the band has ever gotten, and it’s a terrific tune.

So maybe that’s why Gel’s Only Constant got so much play in my world this year: it’s “hardcore for fucking freaks,” as the band likes to insist, and it rips. But that’s not its only tone. The songs are also affirming, like the hand on your back at the edge of the pit that doesn’t shove but seeks to steady you on your pins. You can hear plenty of anger in the songs, but it’s not the sort that sends you out to score coke or oxy (more likely it'll mostly be fentanyl—careful out there, kids) or prompts you to set fire to random objects in the public square. It’s music to dance to, along with the other freaks, and to gather and sing in support of something you believe in. And thank goodness there is still great punk rock that wants us to feel that.

So Only Constant is presented below, first, as the album I am most grateful for this year, and all the other records are alphabetical by artist.

Gel—Only Constant (Convulse Records)

What’s better than those first 50 seconds of “Honed Blade”? To my ears, this year, nothing.

BIG|BRAVE—nature morte (Thrill Jockey)

Noisy, beautiful and idiosyncratic songs of love, desperation and death. The band finds new ways to create shapes with sound, and tunes out of those shapes.

Bonnie “Prince” Billy—Keeping Secrets Will Destroy You (Drag City)

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Simultaneously spare and lush, poetical and direct, wooden and fleshed. It’s the best record he’s made in some years.

Gravesend—Gowanus Death Stomp (20 Buck Spin)

Like a dip in the Gowanus Canal, this record is cold, corrosive and really, really bad for you. Not all of Brooklyn is for hipsters.

Home Front—Games of Power (La Vida Es un Mus)

Synth-rich postpunk meets the macho multi-voiced choruses of Oi! and the unthinkable happens: the songs are really, really good.

Lucifixion—Trisect Joys of Pierced Hearts (Sentient Ruin Laboratories)

Icy, satanic black metal that’ll strip you down to the bones, and it’ll grin while doing so. Weirdly, you may grin, too.

Retirement—Buyer’s Remorse (Iron Lung Records)

Overly adventurous consumers might have some buyer’s remorse if this record slips impulsively into their carts on a Bandcamp Friday, but smart punks sure won’t. Fast, nasty, hammering, anti-capitalist hardcore.

Sleaford Mods—UK Grim (Rough Trade)

More songs slagging Idles, Brexit, Tories and Labour, but as ever, the Mods make it all sound fresh. Angry, exhausted and jaded, but still fresh. Neat trick. Good record.

Spectral Lore—11 Days (I, Voidhanger)

Originally released as a straight-to-digital charity fundraiser, 11 Days has been packaged as a CD by I, Voidhanger and put back into circulation. Unusually political for Spectral Lore, the record sonically represents the journey thousands of migrants have taken across the Mediterranean, only to face the current racism and ethno-nationalisms proliferating through Europe. It’s harrowing stuff.

Spirit Possession—…Of the Sign (Profound Lore)

Utterly nutty, memorably antic, acid-drenched black metal. Like a bad trip, but you’ll be sort of disappointed when it ends.

Special shout-out to Mitski for “My Love Mine All Mine,” a great song that is, as a friend pointed out to me, both pop and the real thing—in spite of which the broader culture has embraced it. And also this:

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They’re both gone now, but we still have their songs, and memories of them like this one. O’Connor’s weird, inbent charisma is hugely effective here, and she is so, so lovely. But it’s MacGowan’s song, and while he wrote it a bit earlier (when he and Cait O’Riordan were both still in the Pogues; she sings on the excellent version of the tune that made it onto Sid and Nancy’s soundtrack), it’s bittersweet that the last great song he ever recorded and released was a love song. A song in which the power of love is registered by the extent to which one is “haunted” by its “ghost,” and hence also by its death—that’s MacGowan to the core, and we’ll never get another songwriter like him.

Down with fascism, smash all nationalisms, turn the music up.

Jonathan Shaw

#dusted magazine #yearend 2023 #jonathan shaw #gel #big brave #bonnie prince billy #gravesend #home front #luxifixion #retirement #sleaford mods #spectral lore #spirit possession #shane macgowan #sinead o'connor #mitski

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dontatmethanks · 2 years

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Fanfiction Master-list (With Links)

- Multichapters-

• I Will Always Find You: Modern Zombie Apocalypse AU, TWD inspired (Ongoing) Chapters 15/?

• Out Of Nowhere: Modern AU, Farm raised Hange/City boy Levi (Completed) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 14/14

• Of Swords and Sparrows: Royal AU, Arraigned Marriage, Fem!Levi/Masc!Hange (Completed) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 12/12

• Always You: College AU, Friends with benefits, mutual pining, Fem!Levi/Masc!Hange (Completed) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 18/18

• The Pledge: College AU, Fake dating, Fem!Levi/Masc!Hange (Ongoing) In collaboration with zoes_eyepatch on Ao3 Chapters 1/?

• Vertigo and The Silver Shadow: Vigilantes AU, super powers (ongoing) in collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3 Chapters 2/?

• Winter’s Fang: Canon Divergent, Survival, Semi Levi centric (Ongoing) Chapters 1/?

• Hidden In Plain Sight: Modern AU, Sci-Fi, Aliens (Ongoing) Chapters 2/3

• The Thing About Us Abnormals: Canon Divergent, Pregnancy/baby (In Hiatus) Chapters 5/?

• A Thousand bad times…Makes Something Irreplaceable: Modern AU, Family fluff, 104th & levihan (In Hiatus) Chapters 2/?

• Part Of Your World: Modern AU, Mermaid!Levi/Scientist-Dr!Hange (In Hiatus) Chapters 7/?

• Damaged Freaks: Modern AU, High School, heavy themes/TWs (Incomplete) Chapters 3/?

• Hard As Nails: Zombie Apocalypse AU, Ittosara (Genshin Impact) No Visions, Modern Teyvat (Ongoing) Chapters 1/?

-Oneshots-

• Budding: Modern AU, Florist! Hange & Tattoo Artist! Levi, Valentine’s Day fluff, childhood friends, reconnecting

• All The Way Home I’ll Be Warm: Modern AU, Businessman! Levi & Scientist! Hange, christmas fluff, sick Levi

• Caught In Your Web: Spider-Man! Hange, Journalist! Levi (Part 1 of the Spider-Hange series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3

• Stuck On You: Spider-Man! Hange, Journalist! Levi (Part 2 of the Spider-Hange series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3

• Noisy: Modern AU, Neighbors, Firefighter Levi

• Anytime: Ittosara, canon divergent, hurt Sara (Genshin Impact)

• Reminders: Spider-Dad Miguel O’Hara, Spider Kids, Found Family, grief/mourning, fluff (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse)

• Claw and Order: Spider-Dad Miguel O’Hara, Spider Kids, Found Family, spider-gang hijinks, fluff (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse)

• The Kids Will Be Alright: Spider-Dad Miguel O’Hara, Spider Kids, Found Family, Blood and Injury, hurt/comfort (Spider-Man: Across the Spider-verse)

• Not So Artificial: Modern cyberpunk-ish AU, Scientist Hange/Android Levi

• Bang: Modern AU, Bank Heist, Criminal Veterans

• Teeny Tiny Widdle Basbsbsby Kiss Kiss Love That Widdle Tiny: Modern AU, Racecar Driver!Levi/Pit Crew Member!Hange (Part 1 of the NASCAR Racing AU series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3

• Crash: Modern AU, Racecar Driver!Levi/Pit Crew Member!Hange (Part 2 of the NASCAR Racing AU series) In collaboration with Hamandcheesebaguette on Ao3

• Goodnight: Canon Divergent, Found Family, 104th & Levihan

• And Many More: Canon Divergent, Post-Rumbling, Hange’s Birthday

• The Sun Goes With You: Modern AU, Tragedy

• Fifth Time’s The Charm: Modern AU, Getting together, First Kiss

• Baby Fever: Modern Gangster AU, Semi-Domestic

• Bring You Home: Modern AU, Homicide Detective!Levi/Forensic Scientist!Hange, Criminal Minds Inspired

• Companion: Modern AU, Cat Shifter!Levi/College student!Hange

• Staying Alive: Modern Zombie Apocalypse AU

• Darling I’m Right Here: Canon Divergent, Hurt/Comfort

• Precarious Acquaintances: 1920’s AU, Mob Boss!Levi/Journalist!Hange, Meet-Cute

• I Love You: Modern AU, Song-fic

• Love, I’ll Serve It To You: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange, Meet-Cute (Part 1 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)

• And Later We’ll Have Dessert: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange (Part 2 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)

• 1/4 Teaspoon Of Your Love And Affection: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange (Part 3 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)

• The Flavors That Make You: Modern AU, Businessman!Levi/ Restaurant Server & Manager!Hange (Part 4 of the Eat Your Heart Out series)

• Brain On Fire: Modern AU, Erurihan, Epileptic Hange, College AU-ish

• Tongue And Cheek: Modern AU, High School setting

Will be updated frequently, happy reading!💜

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summer 2022.

well fam...has it been a minute or what? i realized i was getting more anxious to upload, because it seemed all too daunting. i have accepted that this will inevitably be a subpar rewind just because oh so much happened. and after this year i hope to get back to more frequent posts. any waayyy...

music.

‘world’ by seventeen. AKA SONG OF THE SUMMER. AKA OWNER OF MY HEART. AKA THE BESTEST TRACK EVER. it literally is full of sunshine and rainbows. it cures any ailment. i freaking love this, fills me for breakfast, lunch and dinner. it is the absolute best track. and it fills my heart. 10 out of 10 recommend.

seventeen. literally their whole discography. i had the immense pleasure to see them live during their north american tour. all i can say is that it was such a unique experience. listening to their music since debut, watching their survival show, and seeing them grow. it was wild to just see them, because when i first got into k-pop i never thought i would be able to experience a live show without going to korea. then to see the first group that got me into k-pop, host an arena tour…i was so emotional seeing them in real life. like we are talking ugly crying level.

‘slam the door’ by ciipher. a complete an utter bop. thank you to ‘yoshified’ on youtube, because dang this person really recommends the best tracks. and i would never have had a complete summer playlist without this.

‘scared’ by p1harmony. let me start by saying this was noisy but it an absurdly good way. like oh my goodness they just came for me like that.

nayeon. our queen. ‘pop’ and ‘no problem’ on repeat. we stan. (p.s. ready for jihyo’s solo)

monsta x. ‘whispers in the dark’ and ‘if with u’ also on repeat. all the time.

onlyoneof. the single tracks that they’ve released. i am in love with ‘be free’ by KB, and ‘begin’ by yu jung. and the music videos and the intertwining storylines, like yes please and thank you.

newjeans. ‘you got me looking for AATTTTEEENNTTTIOOOOON’ catch me screaming their lyrics at the top of my lungs. the way they dropped their singles, like woah hold up. ‘hype boy’ definitely a favorite track. and ‘cookie’ is never played it makes me immensely uncomfy. i hope they stick to chill appropriate concepts, because come on hybe…

blackpink. the queens have returned and this album…controversial opinion….the title tracks were not it, but the B-sides. fammmmm these slayed it. catch me crying in the bathroom, i love them.

‘after like’ by ive. how can they always release bops, and the b-side ‘satisfaction’ like come on stunning.

’24/7’ by DKB. this track. i love that it comes in with the chorus. i freaking love it.

‘my type’ by brb. this is a new group i discovered and love them. technically not k-pop, it’s in english, they are from singapore but i couldn’t not include because the vibes are there. and it sounds heavily influenced by k-r&b and i am here for it.

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‘excuses’ by twlv. another chill bop. like this dude has an incredible voice, and he could sing my grocery list and i would love it.

‘sexy nukim’ feat. RM by balming tiger. FAM. when this song dropped i was like WOOOAHHHHH. these artists’ style and groove, i can’t get over it. thank you namjoon for collaborating with them and putting them on my radar, because they pass the vibe check.

‘us’ by moon jong up. randomly stumbled upon this gem, and i am so sad that there is not more content from this stunning human.

‘mascara’ by XG. it’s a bop, i scream it. ‘baby girl don’t you ever be wasting your good energy’ like amen honey!

‘talk that talk’ by twice. it’s twice you know its gonna be a bop. the dance addicting.

dramas & movies *spoilers ahead*

my mister. i would give this drama a 9 out of 10. we follow dong-hun who is really going through it, like bad. like his wife is having an affair with his boss, and his family is a mess. his brothers live with his mother, and they are kind of subpar not doing the most. he meets ji-an a young girl in a difficult situation, she is being harassed by loan sharks. things get shady when she comes to find out about the affair, and uses it to blackmail the vice president and she has to get dong-hun to leave the company. she obviously doesn’t go through with it, but fates get tangled, and i would be lying if i said i was upset that our main actors didn’t get up together. but i understand why, they learned a lot from each other. it was tragic, raw, and everything you want in a melodramatic drama.

tomorrow. fam i started this drama for rowoon, but i finished it for soohyuk because dang….we follow jun-woong who is struggling to get a job after school but ends up in a coma and meets grim reapers. they come up with a plan to get him back to the world of the living by helping the crisis management team. this team’s goal is to save suicidal people. i loved the dynamics between the team, and i loved the ending of this drama. i would give this drama a 9 out of 10. i loved the style of it, each episode being a new situation and issue to solve. this was a difficult drama to watch at times, it obviously covers the trigger topics of suicide, domestic violence, and depression. the concept was unique and i loved how they offered reasonable ways to overcome and get necessary help. i loved the relationship that was unpacked between koo ryeon and joong-gil because it went so far back, and his choice to completely forget it because the situation pained him so much. but she remembered it all. i recall my heart breaking into a million pieces as their story unfolded towards the end. like there were not enough tissues to rescue all the tears.

like literally look at the way he looks at her. let me weep.

sh**ting stars. this drama was a 10 out of 10 cute fun summer drama. we are in the entertainment world with our girl han-byeol (lee sung kyung) as our leader of the PR team, and she actively manages gong tae-sung (king young-dae). he is the top actor, and their relationship is everything. she starts the drama unable to tolerate him, because she has known him since college. we come to find that he has always had feelings for her, and little misunderstandings had driven them apart. but my goodness you know that by the end of the drama they were together, and sooooo stinking cute. i loved their interactions. i also freaking loved how everyone ended up happy! like our second male lead was no second male lead, he got his own happy ending. and i loved the coworkers that ended up together in this drama too. like yes we stan character development all around! it was great!

sound of magic. i don’t know what i expected, but dang it was a musical and outright wild at times. i gave it a 9 out of 10. yoon a-yi is a high school student working hard to support her sister. she doesn’t have a supportive father because loan sharks drove him out of the home. na il-deung (hwang inyeop) competes with her to be top of the class. he likes her (obviously). our girl stumbles upon an amusement park and meets a magician there. he encourages her to believe in magic, and a quite odd relationship ensues. definitely not going to lie it was on my radar because my hwang inyeop is in it, and literally anything and everything he touches is gold to me. but it was incredible, and i loved all that they did in this drama, though it was short lived, i hope they will continue this story.

yumi’s cells 2. i was hyped fam. really hyped about it. like yes ba-bi (jinyoung), he is our man. we stan, we love. men fail. he failed us, and i’m not going to lie did that bump my rating down to a 7…yes. yess it did. once again we follow our girl yumi, in her life through work, pursuing her dream of writing. achieving her goals. and seeing ba-bi be absolute trash. so yeah. i hate ba-bi and if anyone asks i never liked him. i am ready for season 3 to come through and give us a happy ending. i am deserving of this after surviving this long, only to be betrayed by ba-bi.

dear m. FINALLY i got to see this gem after waiting forever (only) to see it. so sad about the delayed release because it would surely have taken over everything if it was a live drama. i loved the concept of always trying to figure out who ‘M’ was, and it looking like it was anyone and everyone. we follow joo-a who has been besties with min-ho (jaehyun) for forever, and they are at university together. we follow their university struggles as they get through the semester, and we meet their roomates, who are all great. and i loved that we got to see all their personalities develop and grow. there was also immense growth from joo-a, which we love to see. i loved all the characters we got to meet. and seeing jaehyun freaking slay, i stan. i would rate this an 8.5 out of 10.

weathering with you. this was an anime that i watched and it was stunning. i loved the concept. a high schooler runs away from home to tokyo. he befriends a girl who has the power to control the weather. it wrecked me emotionally and i loved it. i would give it a 7

studio ghibli: my neighbor totoro, ponyo, howl’s moving castle, spirited away. not me rewatching these studio ghibli titles. they are always a 10 out of 10 recommend.

why her. once again hwang inyeop. my man coming through with the dramas that will make me cry. in this drama, we follow oh soo-jae a freaking boss lawyer. like the youngest partner at the best law firm in korea. she is driven out and gets demoted to be a professor at a law school. gong chan is a student there and it turns out they had met in the past. he was wrongly accused of murder and she was his public defendant, she was the only one who believed in him. but it turns out that she didn’t give the case her all as the defendant. but he knows her true intentions, and how she was blackmailed by the political moves happening. they all work together along with other students in their law clinic to uncover the truth. it was really frustrating/infuriating at times, because the head of the law firm is absolute utter garbage and the things he did were AWFUL. but overall i loved this drama. a 9 out of 10 recommend.

the uncanny counter. i loved this one. we follow so mun who gets possessed by a spirit that rescues people on the verge of death, to hunt down evil spirits. these fellow counters operate out of a noodle shop. and we meet our crew of unlikely heroes here. i loved how they were a found family, and they all come together in various situations. there were so many hilarious laugh out loud moments imbedded in this quite sad theme. se-jeong is the best and i picked this one for her. i would rate it an 8.5 out of 10.

extraordinary attorney woo. if there was ever a green light drama this would be the one. a 10 out of 10 recommend. it was so precious, and i loved all the characters that we met. we follow woo young-woo an incredible bright individual who happens to be on the autism spectrum. she starts working at a law firm, and this brings about the best and worst in others. each episode was a new case, and we got to see her unique perspective on conquering each case. we also saw her relationships with others in the hanbada office. freaking fell in love with lee jun-ho, and her bestie from university yoon-kyung. they were always looking out. and we loved the character development that happened with their coworker joo jong-hyuk. this one shall get it’s own recap. because i have so many feelings and favorite moments.

alchemy of souls. when i say i didn’t know what to do with my life when this gem of a drama ended, i literally did not know what to do. it was a top tier drama for me. like the characters, the set design, the world building. it has it all. it shall too have its own recap, because dang, too much happened and i am not emotionally ready for december. i would 10 out of 10 recommend. we follow jang-uk from a noble family, rejected by the skilled teachers. he stumbles upon mu-deok, who happens to be naksu an elite warrior/assassian trapped in mu-deok’s physically weak body. she decides to be his master and teach him fighting skills. a lot of crazy nonsense goes down, and so many plot twists happen. and i freaking loved it. i loved the character development especially from out naksu and wanting to put others around her first. like yes queen.

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silverstream39 · 2 years

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NIGHTCORD Dating Headcanons

Characters shown: Nightcord — Kanade, Mafuyu, Ena, Mizuki.

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♪ | 暁山瑞希 Mizuki

- Mizuki loves to show their clothes and share their ideas, they also let you pick what they wear sometimes!

- Mizuki takes you on small dates like going to the shopping mall, cafes, their sekai, or wherever you’d suggest. They insist on buying anything you wanted even if you tried to turn them down

-Whenever Mizuki sends you cards, they are usually VERY decorated. They usually don’t buy them but instead make their own, decorating with stickers and drawing cute things on the side. Don’t underestimate the ‘VERY’ when it comes to Mizuki (seriously)

- Mizuki loves to match with you, you may have different taste in clothing but they wouldn’t mind trying something new

If it was Mizuki’s choice they would choose something in pastel colors, not minding if you wanted to wear pants rather than a skirt, dress, ect. (As long as you two match they don’t mind what you choose)

- You would have things with Mizuki like running around in fields of flowers while you try to keep up with Mizuki.

- If they or you stayed over at one of your houses, they would definitely give you a kiss on the forehead before you slept

- Staying over would also include having lots of pillow fights and dressing each other in either of your clothes

- They would 100% want to make flower crowns with you and wear them together

- Public Affection: Mizuki doesn’t mind public affection, in fact they use it towards you themself if you were comfortable. They would give you light kisses on your cheek and hugs.

If you ever feel nervous in public, they take you somewhere else where you feel comfortable and stay close to you.

♪ | 朝比奈まふゆ Mafuyu

- Of course, Mafuyu helps you with things you don’t understand or find difficult. Such as math, asking her would make you feel bad since she is known for always helping her classmates. She is completely aware of your guilt and understands it.

- Whenever she’s around you she never has to put up her “nice, friendly” persona. She doesn’t feel the need to pretend to feel something she doesn’t when she’s with you. Even when she’s not in a good mood.

- Dates with Mafuyu may usually be in her unit’s Sekai, walking around or sitting peacefully. If it was out of the Sekai, it will be at quiet places like parks. She wouldn’t mind taking you to places such as cafes even if it was noisy.

- She likes to show you her archery, even if she gets hurt. She insists she’s fine but you sometimes freak out over her injuries and try to help. Even though this happens most of the time she does archery you can’t help but feel worried.

- Before you sleep, she sings you some of her songs from her unit. It’s very calm, even if you don’t feel tired she still finds a way to make you fall asleep.

- Mafuyu teaches you stuff you may already not know of, and show you what she does. In this, she is interested about what you do in your free time too.

- Even though most of the time Mafuyu is more calm, she often asks you on dates more. She brings you to places you’ve never been before.

- Whenever your at her house, she’s make you things like tea or make you food if you wanted. While drinking tea together, you have little chats with Mafuyu about random things.

-If you ever asked the most randomest questions in general or before sleeping, she would answer all of them no matter how tired she was.

- Public Affection: I’d say public affection would be more you than Mafuyu. Genuinely putting away her persona, she doesn’t care much about people looking at her because of you.

♪ | 東雲絵名 Ena

- Ena would LOVE to draw and do art with you. She knows your honest with her and appreciate her art. This makes it easy for her to draw without worrying or feeling tense about it. She wouldn’t only focus on her art, though

- If you were an artist as well, she loves to see what you draw. She only gives criticism if you wanted it since she knows how annoying it could be to get criticism when it’s not wanted

-Dates with Ena can include drawing or painting at your house (since you know how annoying her dad is.) Also bringing you to lots of art museums. When she brings you out on dates she HAS to take photos, lots of them.

-In general, she loves to take photos with you and post them if you didn’t care. (She probably takes photos with lots of filters so prepare for that.)

- Ena definitely shows you off to Akito and would bring you up whenever they had an argument. She leaves you to decide who was right even when Akito said it was unfair, obviously when you didn’t know what to say.

- Akito finds it annoying how you two act in front of him and claims how it’s embarrassing, especially in public.

- You and Ena both make fun of Akito when he isn’t around. Sometimes right in front of his face or even behind his back making him hear you to add onto the cruelness. When it comes to this it’s usually how he dresses and how he designs his clothing. if it gets really cruel, Ena still means it jokingly even if you didn’t.

- She takes you out to see her unit members, both mentioning and talking to them about you. (more towards Akito to annoy him) If it didn’t include all of them, she mainly brings Mizuki.

-during her and your freetime, she likes to do your makeup if you allow her to. If you have an idea of what you want, she already knows how to do it. You can call her a professional about this type of stuff.

-plus being the type of person to take photos of you while your sleeping (not creepy)

- Public Affection: Ena doesn’t mind public affection, she is usually the one doing it just like Mizuki. She knows how it’s a little annoying to see people kiss in public, so she just does it on the cheek or on your forehead.

When sitting down at such things like cafes, Ena will bring you close to her. She doesn’t usually care about how people look at you two so it isn’t much of an issue.

♪ | 宵崎奏 Kanade

- Kanade doesn’t go out much, so she probably wouldn’t be the first to ask you on a date. So you’d be the first to ask her.

- When you do go on dates, it’s usually at her house. You do things like watching movies or Kanade talking about her songs. Even though you aren’t part of Nightcord, she still asks for your opinion on the lyrics.

- She knows when to give you alone time, or stay with you if you ever needed it. Even if she has to stay with you the whole day without leaving you already know she would.

- When your ever sick, Kanade is the best for taking care of sick people. (If you read chapters of Mirage of Light you already know what I’m talking about.) If you needed something from the store she’d order it, if you needed it right now she wouldn’t mind going to the store.

- Whenever your out with Kanade, you try to find a place where there isn’t much people. It could be quite noisy, and you wouldn’t like to bother her.

- Kanade is very easy to please, she would appreciate you just bringing her to a field to have things like picnics. Being in the fields of grass and flowers, you two often lay there together and look at the sky.

-Public Affection: Public affection would for sure just be you, if it was Kanade the only thing she’d be doing is holding your hand while walking around. (maybe kisses but low chance sometimes)

She doesn’t go out much like I said, so not sure if there would be much. So the affection would mainly be inside. Don’t doubt it though, she can open up to it more!

#kanade yoisaki #mafuyu asahina #ena shinonome #mizuki akiyama #nightcord at 25:00 #headcanon

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slovenlyrecordings · 1 year

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GREETINGS, SLOBS.

How ya been? Got some Record Store Day money left over? Blow it here! The new CHEATER SLICKS “Ill Fated Cusses” LP is here. Never has a band been so consistently radical, and this album is everything you hoped it would be: crunchy, noisy, dark, and demented with the underlying beauty they’ve always blessed us hopeless freaks with. Jeff from TOMMY and the COMMIES has his latest solo STRANGE ATTRACTOR effort making a Slovenly mail order appearance, and we gotta say, garage punk don’t get much better! Power-pop yer bag? Then grab the two new archival releases from Hunstville, Bamalama’s finest NIGHTMARE BOYZZZ (an LP and a 7inch!) and make sure to scoop their classic Slovenly long-player “Bad Patterns” while you're at it. If you’re hoping to expand your narrow r’n’r tastes, the new “Four” double LP from HEAVY METAL foots the bill nicely. Some great new 45rpm repros are also making the scene to help you get your dance parties started right and raw. We got lots of ‘em and you won’t be finding originals in dollar bins any time soon.

NEW ARRIVALS!

NIGHTMARE BOYZZZ" Singled Out: 2010-2014" (COKE BOTTLE CLEAR) LP

NIGHTMARE BOYZZZ "Say What You Mean / Backyard Coffins" 7"

HEAVY METAL "IV: Counter Electrode Iron Mono" (2xLP)

COLOURED BALLS "Ball Power" LP

TEMBO, CHRISSY ZEBBY & NGOZI FAMILY "My Ancestors" LP

MISFITS "Cuts From The Crypt" (Random colored vinyl) LP

MISFITS "Cuts From The Crypt" LP (Black vinyl)

RAMONES "Rocket To Russia" LP

RAMONES "S/T" LP

RAMONES "Road To Ruin" LP

RAMONES "Blitzkrieg '76" LP

VARIOUS ARTISTS "Slow Grind Fever Vol. 11" LP

VARIOUS ARTISTS "For Dancers Only - Primal Beats From The Basement" LP

VARIOUS ARTISTS "Born To Hula! - An Exotic Trip To The Land Of 1,000 Dances" (2xLP) (ORANGE vinyl)

VARIOUS ARTISTS "Rockin' 'n' Boppn' With DJ Rudy (A Rockin' Party Of Dancefloor Fillers)" (2xLP)

JIMMY NOLEN "I Can't Stand You No More" 7"

BUD HARPER "Wherever You Were / Mr Soul" 7"

DORIE WILLIAMS "Your Turn To Cry / Tell Me Everything You Know" 7"

KENNY & MOE "So Long - I'm Gone / Double Talk Baby" 7"

RUBY JOHNSON "What Goes Up Must Come Down / I Want A Real Man" 7"

EMPERORS "Karate" 7"

EDDIE BO "Every Dog Got His Day / Tell It Like It Is" 7"

BIG MAYBELLE "96 Tears / That's Life" 7"

BILL & WILL "Goin' To The River" 7"

COOK, RONNIE "The Goo Goo Muck/ The Scotch" 7"

"BIG" AL DOWNING "Georgia Slop" 7"

GAY POPPERS "I Want To Know / I've Got It" 7"

IDEALS "Go Get A Wig" 7"

LEE MOSES "Bad Girl Part 1 / Bad Girl Part 2" 7"

TABBY THOMAS "MMMMM I Don't Care/ Tomorrow" 7"

VARIOUS ARTISTS "Rat-A-Ma-Cue EXOTIC BLUES & RHYTHM Vol. 14" 10"

EARL CONNELLY "Every Whicha Kinda Way" 7"

COOKIE JACKSON "Do You Still Love Me" 7"

PROFILES "The Watusi Wobble / Take A Giant Step (Walk On)" 7"

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I think that while loving Louis is easy, being in the louie fandom is just too much sometimes. We stress over little shit bc he’s been wronged before and bc no one other than solo louies and his close circle prioritizes him. He’s infinitely kind and everyone- like everyone- says he’s a ray of sunshine but at the end of the day a work friend will always prioritize themselves bc everyone is out for themselves. The only exception here is Charlie lightening and maybe his body guards who seem to care abt him so much.

Some non solo fans truly do love him but I don’t think they’d stick it out for him the way they would for Harry even when all they do is complain abt Harry. They just can’t let go of the “cool” title of being a Harry styles fan. They’re vain and wasting money.

And the thing is that if this were any other artist it wouldn’t matter that Louis’ team are vocal fans of his more popular ‘sex symbol’ #1 industry fav ex bandmate. Or that most his fans are up voldys ass too. But it’s Louis so louies can’t help but have a negative reaction bc we are paranoid as fuck. That and most larries are loud and noisy so it’s hard to ignore them. Or not most but- those of them who are too far into that bs.

I just think that for me, it’s easier to not be in the Louis fandom anymore but just enjoy him in private. I will only follow his photographers, him, LTHQ, and maybe m2 bc I’m tired of freaking out when Louis says he won’t be back for “a few years.” Idk why he’s choosing to say that but if he takes a Hiatus and comes back w 100 fans only - its not something I wanna try to figure out bc there’s just no point. For whatever reason, even tho they have enough #s to fill MSG 15 times(?Supposedly), harries are threatened by louies who see right through all the BS. So at least we have that, but it’s too much work to keep deciphering everything. Just better to let go of fandom and enjoy Louis whenever he feels like or is able to come back after tour🙂💔

Yeah, I get this!

#louis tomlinson

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cruel-nature-records · 11 months

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NEW FOR JUNE

https://cruelnaturerecordings.bandcamp.com/

1) Clara Engel 'Sanguinaria'

Ten new songs of transfiguration from the Toronto-based artist, accompanied by electric and acoustic guitars, talharpa, gudok, lap steel, melodica, and percussion. A mystical work, mixing classical and dark folk wanderings with misty soundscapes, which creates an abstract, new world atmosphere.

2) BAKER JA LEHTISALO 'Crocodile Tears'

A collaborative album of new wave industrial doom songs by Nadja’s Aidan Baker and Circle / Pharaoh Overlord's Jussi Lehtisalo. A sort of '80s New Wave/AOR aesthetic with a heavy/noisy/shoegaze/industrial sound.

3) TUNNELS OF ĀH 'THE SMEARED CLOTH (2012 - 2018 UNEARTHED)'

TUNNELS OF ĀH is Stephen Āh Burroughs (HEAD OF DAVID / FRAG)

"The Smeared Cloth: 2012 - 2018 Unearthed" is a double-album compilation of tracks from the period before the release of "Lost Corridors" and unreleased recordings from around the time "Surgical Fires" and "Charnel Transmissions" were published. Although compiled from various sessions, the overall sound is exceptionally sonically coherent.

FFO Coil, Psychic TV, Arktau Eos, Z'EV

4) Repo Man 'Me Pop Now'

Repo Man emerged in Bristol in 2011, reshaping 'rock groop' sturm-und-clang into subnormal forms, son-of-Oldham vocal slurries, oozing free sax splatter and shards of punishing guitar bliss. If you ever freaked to The Fall, Sonic Youth, Swans or Ornette Coleman then Repo may be your ticket to oblivion.

5) Charlie Butler 'Parts Unknown'

Charlie Butler is a Lanarkshire based artist who began a series of solo releases in 2021 exploring psychedelic, ambient, heavy and hypnotic sounds.

Parts Unknown" is Butler's first full solo release since moving from Reading to Lanark.

Two lengthy slowcore / post-rock / drone tracks in the vein of Papa M, Jesu, Godspeed, etc.

#cassette #music #cruelnaturerecords #tape #limited edition #new music #bandcamp

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huahongtoys · 1 year

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A simple face mask can go a long way to dressing a child up

　　A marvel superhero party is the perfect time for your child to become their favorite webcrawler, mutant freak or god of thunder. Issue "back stage passes" to each of the lucky, little guests to this rock gig. Send out invitations to each of your child;s friends inviting them to dress as their favorite Lord of the Rings character. Remove Eeyore;s tail and have your blindfolded kiddies try to put it back in place.Planning your child;s birthday party is one of the most fun parts of being a parent. Add rock candy for kryptonite, Spiderman cupcakes, and pop art decorations. Delight them with sweet and delicious honey treats.

All you need now is a few little hobbits - luckily you have plenty of those! Winnie The Pooh There's nothing more adorable than Pooh and Tigger, except for your child dressed up in costume as them. A simple face mask can go a long way to dressing a child up as a superhero. Pooh loves honey and so do little kids. Its a time to be creative and give your child a unique experience they will remember for years. Of course every pirate themed birthday party also needs to have a treasure hunt for Spanish gold, and don;t forget X always marks the spot! Add a Pirates of the Caribbean bouncy castle for even more piratical fun. Kid;s birthday parties are an opportunity for you to let your imagination go wild. Pirates Of The Caribbean A birthday party is a perfect time to indulge in a little high sea piracy.

They love to sing and dance so why not give them an opportunity for their next birthday. Unlock your inner event planner and create a birthday neither your child nor their friends will soon forget!. If you are looking for a fun game to play, then how about "Pin the tail on Eeyore". Rock Star Party Kids are natural performers. Temporary pirate tattoos, skull rings and skull beaded necklaces make for great prizes for pass the parcel and pin the peg on the pirate. Pirate hats and matching eye patches can be picked up cheaply at your local dollar store or Walmart. Buy Winnie the Pooh coloring books, give the kids some crayon, and hand out prizes to the most artistically inclined. A rock star themed party can be real fun, even if a little noisy.

Here are five unique ideas to make sure that your child's next birthday is something really special. Comic books are of course the perfect prize for lucky children. Have a paper mache "Treebeard" at the entry to the party to invite all of the guests to Middle Earth. Remember to check out party rental companies for rentals and supplies they have that will complement your party theme. Rocker hair wigs and fake tattoos will set it up just right for them. Marvel Superheroes With an endless stream of Marvel movies at the cinema, children will love dressing up as their favorite comic book heroes. Use vinyl records, music notes and guitars Christmas inflatables manufacturers to set the right back drop for your party. Lord Of The Rings What child doesn;t love wizards and faires? So why not turn your backyard into a little piece of middle earth

#China Christmas Inflatables Decorations

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nwdsc · 2 years

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(▶︎ Nicks and Grazes | Palmから)

Nicks and Grazes by Palm

Palm’s live performances are revered for their uncanny synchronicity; one gets the sense that, on psychic levels unseen, the members share an intuition unexplained by logic. But as the Philly-based band has grown up and moved on from the sweaty basement shows and self-booked tours of their formative years, the costs of maintaining such intense symbiosis started to build. “I used to think of Palm as an organism, a single coherent system, and at a younger point in our lives, that seemed like the ideal way to be a band,” Eve Alpert reflects. “I’m realizing now that it’s unrealistic, that for this band to grow we had to tend to ourselves as individuals – little pieces – who create the whole.” To confuse parts for the whole is inevitable with Palm. Drummer Hugo Stanley, bassist Gerasimos Livitsanos and guitarists/vocalists/high school sweethearts Alpert and Kasra Kurt started making music together as teenagers, and spent much of their twenties in the kind of proximity unusual for adults, outside of touring bands and the International Space Station. For a number of years the band consumed the lives of its members to a point of exhaustion: “To be honest I think we got a little burnt out. There were times where it wasn’t clear if we’d make another record,” says Alpert. It was only after multiple freak injuries followed by a pandemic, forced a pause - from touring but also from writing, rehearsing, even seeing each other- that the four were able to regroup and see a way forward again. On their latest effort, Nicks and Grazes, Palm embrace discordance to dazzling effect. “We wanted to reconcile two potentially opposing aesthetics,” Kurt says. “To capture the spontaneous, free energy of our live shows while integrating elements from the traditionally gridded palette of electronic music.” In order to avoid what Kurt refers to as “Palm goes electro,” the musicians spent years educating themselves on the ins and outs of production by learning Ableton while also experimenting with “the percussive, textural, and gestural potential” of their instruments. To this end, the band continued the age-old tradition of instrument-preparation, augmenting guitars with drumsticks, metal rods and, at the suggestion of Charles Bullen (This Heat, Lifetones), coiling rubber-coated gardening wire around the strings. The unruliness of the prepared guitar on songs like “Mirror Mirror” and “Eager Copy” contrasts with the steadfast reproducibility of the album’s electronic elements. While Palm cite Japanese pop music, dub, and footwork as influences on this album’s sonic palette, they found themselves returning time and again to the artists who inspired them to start the group over a decade ago. “When we were first starting out as a band, we bonded over an appreciation of heavy, aggressive, noisy music,” Alpert reflects. “We wrote parts that were just straight-up metal.” Kurt adds, “I found myself rediscovering and re–falling in love with the visceral, jagged quality of guitars in the music of Glenn Branca, The Fall, Beefheart, and Sonic Youth, all important early Palm influences.” Returning to the fundamentals gave Palm a strong foundation upon which they could experiment freely, resulting in their most ambitious and revelatory album to date. “Music isn’t about things. It is things,” Richard Powers wrote in his novel Orfeo. While making Nicks and Grazes, Kurt found himself returning to this quote as a guiding philosophy as Palm spent days and months on end working out songs together in their practice space. Though a single narrative remains elusive, Stanley points out echoes of the members’ individual and collective experiences in the use of samples. Snippets of conversation on tour in Spain, the blare of a Philly high school marching band’s early morning practice, and the refracted reverberations of Palm’s friend Paco Cathcart performing as The Cradle are just a few examples of daily sonic flotsam the band incorporated with instrumentation to create a new communal experience. The album’s titular track is a prime example; Anderegg combined the band’s disparate field recordings into a diaristic kaleidoscope of sound, as much a collection of memories as it is its own composition. “We’re constantly grabbing at sounds that move us,” Stanley says. “In a sense, the record is cobbled together from these pieces of our lives.” クレジット2022年10月14日リリース Producer: Matt Anderegg Mixer: Matt Anderegg and Matt Labozza Recording Engineer: Matt Labozza Mastering Engineer: Ryan Schwabe Composed by Eve Alpert Hugo Stanley Gerasimos Livitsanos Kasra Kurt Performed by Eve Alpert Gerasimos Livitsanos Hugo Stanley Kasra Kurt Matt Anderegg

#RC #2210 #****

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messygray · 2 years

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Keep Your Eyes On Him

it's him, everyone wanted a piece of, Jung Le

The first time Le heard about a young man who would unknowingly become a thorn in her side was through her father. Word spreads fast among the top-tier socialites of Seoul. And of course, her father would be front and center in the midst of it all.

And so it comes to no surprise at all when that middle-aged geezer comes storming through the doors of her assigned office, not a knock to be heard as he slams the door shut– only for it to be jerked open once again by her mother’s familiar figure. Immediately reclining into the swivel chair of her desk, the couple’s twenty-eight year old daughter immediately crosses her arms, an eyebrow raised in question for the sudden, noisy entrance.

“Let me guess, news is so important a family meeting couldn’t wait until we got home?” The stone cold, gravelly voice cuts in as Le’s parents struggle to regain their breaths. Still, her father doesn’t miss a chance to shoot daggers at the woman, anger flaring with the lack of respect, despite his rushed, punched out breaths struggling to bring air into his lungs.

“Is that how you speak to us? Family or not, you are still only a board member, Le.” Her father warns. But Le simply waves him off and returns to the paper set in front of her.

“Well then, sir. What can I do for you?”

No one answers right away. And just as Le thinks her parents are going to dismiss whatever was on their minds, her mother speaks. “Do you recall a boy named Harlow? Lim Hanbin?”

Lim Hanbin. A name Le certainly recognized, yet hadn’t heard of since her early grade school years.

She recalls witnessing news bearing his name by the time she was only maybe eleven or twelve years old. At the time, it’d been television news, publicized for the world to see; of a tragedy to the boy’s family when his mother passed from some freak accident in the emergency room. And the only reason the poor boy had been pushed into the spotlight was because of his trust funds. Millions, maybe even billions, of dollars locked away, just waiting for the pretty-eyed, innocent child to take over. At the time, although Le herself had been too young to fully comprehend the financial impact of the situation, little Hanbin had been showcased to the socialite world. As a tragedy and a target of profits… despite his father’s very-well presence among businessmen in the artistic world.

Hanbin fades from her earliest memories thereafter, their age gap of approximately three and a half years just a little too big for their school years to cross paths much (if at all). Or maybe it was simply because the poor boy had been shipped away by his father after the tragic incident and didn’t visit again for quite some time.

The next time Le hears of him, and the first time for any opportunity for formal introductions, is in passing down the halls of Jeguk’s campus.

But by then, the little boy Le recalled from her memories was gone. And in its place- a young, handsome fellow, tall- taller than she, and broad in the shoulders, as if he’d been involved in sports all his life. He had lighter brown hair now, but equally dark eyes. And a smooth, flawless complexion. It was during her senior year in high school. Hanbin- Harlow, as he had started to introduce himself, had just enrolled into his freshman (year).

“Hello, my name is Lim Hanbin, but please call me Harlow. I just got back from abroad, so I hope you’ll excuse my lack of etiquette with Jeguk.”

His words were crystal clear. Sophistication oozed from his clothes, despite only being fourteen, maybe fifteen years of age then.

(“Jung Le. Just stay out of my way and try to survive.”)

And although, somehow, Le had assumed he simply would choose not to stay out of the way, Hanbin does. Unlike the rest of the socialites who sought power and influence like an overcrowded shark tank ready to burst at the seams from tension and conflict, this boy… didn’t seem to care.

Instead, Hanbin- Harlow, spends his time doing anything but intervening with the socialites.

And although it takes at least three months to realize, Le eventually comes to find herself acknowledging his presence and opinions, nonetheless. Through the conversations of fellow classmates, she comes to learn of his mellow nature and lacking drive to be at the very top of their cut-throat food chain. ‘It’s just not my taste, why fake it so hard, if you’ll hate the outcome, anyway?’ And although Le tries not to listen in so deeply, somehow she finds herself doing so, regardless.

And in that final year of schooling, Jung Le envies Lim Hanbin’s carefree nature. She envies the way he enjoyed water polo and attended every practice and every event. She envies the way his eyes sparkled prettily as he chattered all too loudly and disruptively down the halls with his own friends about that one stupid biology lesson and how he couldn’t wait to become a pharmacist in the labs. She envies the way (as she’d learned from one of her own classmates who was far too starry eyed for the stupid freshman) Harlow knew how to cook and take care of his place of residence, yet rolled up into the campus parking lot every day in first a bmw i8 and then his lexus lc.

It wasn’t fair for the boy to be so unapologetically his own style, to fly without restrictions like the rest of the elites at the school. Even moreso, it wasn’t fair how attractive it seemed in a social circle so twisted and demented by thoughts of sophistication that even Le’s own few friends had to swoon. He hadn’t done so with intention, but somehow Harlow became the talk here and there. As if he was some bad boy rebel delinquent to some of them, despite never actually being any of those things.

Maybe Le herself couldn’t tell whether she hated him for his stupid, laidback ‘tude, or wanted the equal freedom herself.

But thankfully, senior year is the last time Le hears of the boy for a little bit. He clearly didn’t set his sights on the business world, nor was his father a particular person of interest in the Jung’s sector either.

Until now, that is.

Shaking her head, Le sets an elbow on her grandeur mahogany desk and rests her face into the palm of her open hand. “Not well. Just the faintest memory of our school years, mother. He was a couple years my junior, if I may remind you.”

“Well, Harlow’s been building a name for himself in the medicine sector for some time now. But word just spread that he landed here a couple hours ago. And he’s looking for new ventures… What a proper young man; we were thinking he’d be a good husband, what do you think?”

#jung le #le jung #harlow lim #lim hanbin #summer waves

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dustedmagazine · 10 months

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Listed: James and the Giants

James and the Giants is the latest project from James Jackson Toth, who got his start in the freakiest edges of aughts folk as Wooden Wand, releasing a slew of albums under that and his own name. More recently, Toth has convened another band, James and the Giants, which shares personnel with Woods (Jarvis Tavernier, Kyle Forester and Jeremy Earl). In her review of their self-titled debut, Jennifer Kelly wrote, “Who’d have guessed from James Jackson Toth’s early forays into noisy, freak folk experiments that he’d shape up as such an elegant craftsman? This latest collection of songs attests to the artist formerly known as Wooden Wand’s deep connection to and understanding of foundational American popular music forms: blues, folk, gospel, R&B, Beatles-esque psych and Brill Building pop.”

Below is some music I really love. I have omitted music created by friends and people with whom I am acquainted in “real life.”

Oiro Pena

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Studio overdubs are a bit of a rarity in jazz music; even less common is jazz created by a single musician overdubbing themselves. While recent Oiro Pena albums have expanded to include several other members, band founder Antti Vauhkonen’s earliest work under the name was created by Vauhkonen alone accompanying himself performing all of the instruments. The result is like a cross between the space exotica of Sun Ra’s Chicago period and the homespun psychedelic clatter of No Neck Blues Band. As much as I enjoy the band’s recent work, it is the early Oiro Pena records that I find most compelling, the composite parts of a single brain improvising with itself to create a beautiful illusion.

B-52s — “Ain’t It A Shame”

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The B-52s’ 1986 album Bouncing Off The Satellites is what is often referred to in rock crit speak as a “transitional record.” It preceded a 3-year hiatus, after which the B-52s enjoyed a tremendously successful comeback with 1989’s 4x platinum Cosmic Thing, thanks in no small part to chart-topping singles “Love Shack” and “Roam.” Bouncing Off The Satellites found the increasingly fractious band moving away from their taut, artsy new wave origins and embracing the potential of nascent studio technology, namely the Fairlight CMI. Most crucially, the album was released less than a year after the AIDS-related death of founding member and guitar player Ricky Wilson, who was silently and secretly struggling with the virus during the recording of the album. As a result, the band did not promote nor tour in support of the album, which is really too bad, because it’s a great group of songs, the highlight of which being the melancholy “Ain’t It A Shame” (later covered by Sinead O’Connor). The song does not deal directly with Ricky’s illness—it was written before the diagnosis was revealed to anyone in the band—but seems to foreshadow some of the band’s personal difficulties in that prophetic way that songs often do. A gorgeous, flawless song.

Eyvind Kang — “Binah”

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Tucked inconspicuously into the center of polymath / genius Eyvind Kang’s 2002 CD-only release, Live Low To The Earth, In The Iron Age, is this mesmeric masterpiece, somewhere between a post-rock Bill Frisell and a more pastoral Henry Flynt. Over 27 minutes, “Binah” slowly blossoms, changing almost imperceptibly. To an impatient listener, it will be like watching paint dry; to me it’s like watching a flower bloom. My wife Leah and I have listened to this album on a loop for hours, and I’m not typically a “listen to a song on a loop for hours” kinda guy.

Omar S

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For over two decades, fiercely independent producer Omar S has been upholding the tradition of Detroit techno, his best music fusing the black sonic fantasias of Drexciya with the supple house-funk of Theo Parrish. On his own records and on his own label, FXHE, on which the vast majority of his 12”s and albums are released, the former Ford Motor Factory employee works exclusively with analog gear. Omar’s releases on FXHE are pressed in small quantities, often with crude, handwritten labels; if you order direct from FXHE, it’s very likely the box you receive will have been assembled and shipped by the man himself. While using techno and Chicago house as its base, the music Omar S produces is eclectic and unpredictable, untethered to any signature sound or approach; he’s just as likely to release an irresistible summer jam (see the Diana Ross-sampling “Day,” a track so infectious it makes Daft Punk sound like The New Blockaders) as darked-edged minimal house tracks like “Nite’s Over Compton,” on which Omar S masterfully evokes a mood using the barest essentials and tools.

Frank Zappa — “Chunga Basement”

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I’ve given up trying to convert friends to the cult of Frank Zappa. I’m a big fan, especially of his guitar playing, but I sympathize with those who might have an aversion to Zappa’s prurient and mean-spirited sense of humor. In fact, if Frank Zappa’s particular sense of humor could be said to have an exact diametric opposite, it is my own. I love Zappa’s music in spite of — not because of — its scatological / puerile aspects. With that preamble in mind, I encourage all you private press-obsessed guitar loners to consider this embryonic, uncharacteristically laid-back version of future live staple “Chunga’s Revenge,” recorded during a casual jam session in early 1970 and featuring a rhythm section of Ian Underwood on keys, Max Bennett on bass, and Aynsley Dunbar on drums. “Chunga’s Revenge” was historically one of several signature vehicles for Zappa the Guitarist (as opposed to Zappa the Social Theorist, Zappa the Comedian-Provocateur, Zappa the Serious Composer, et al) and this early take finds our mustachioed man sounding uncharacteristically mellow and un-caffeinated, exploring the endless possibilities of his guitar in a way that isn’t remotely wacky or wanky.

Barre Phillips — Three Day Moon

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There was a brief period in the mid-to-late 1970s when artists on ECM — my all-time favorite label after Three Lobed — were experimenting with synthesizers, approaching this relatively new technology with an omnivorous artistic fervor common to the ECM roster. Legendary bassist Barre Phillips’ pair of albums in the late 1970s are, to me, the distillation of this meeting of the earthy and the synthetic, locating in the process what might be considered ground zero for “ambient jazz.” While jazz groups incorporating elements of ambient and drone have become increasingly common as of late, there was little precedent in 1976 for the experimental marriage of saxes and circuitry. Mountainscapes (1976) and Three Day Moon (1978) both feature the mysterious and under-recorded synthesist Dieter Feichtner, about whom little is known — anyone know what became of him?

The Knife — Silent Shout

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In 2006, I was in an electronic music rut. Everything being produced suddenly felt like a retread or a facsimile of things I already liked, a malady common to older, more established genres like rock and jazz, but not, as far as I was concerned, electronic music. My slump ended upon hearing Silent Shout, the third album by Swedish sibling duo The Knife. Though I avidly continue to keep up with the uniformly excellent solo projects of both members of The Knife — Karin Dreijer Andersson’s Fever Ray and Olof Dreijer’s Oni Ayhun — Silent Shout remains a pivotal record in my listening life. The album’s gothic austerity and phantasmal reimagining of dance music is clearly the work of visionary minds. Silent Shout is music of physicality, of intimacy and bodies, rendered icy and alien in part by the deployment of pitch-shifted vocals that suggest multiple menacing personas, giving the album the dissociative sense of having many different vocalists embodying different characters. Dreijer Andersson’s voice is an incredible instrument, capable of evoking dread, fear, loneliness, and antagonism. Incredible artist.

Ulver — Blood Inside

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Ulver is predictable only in its unpredictability. The band radically reinvents its sound from album to album in a way that makes the Norwegian group’s music impossible to pigeonhole (see also: Boris, Circle). The group’s early albums are exciting, if fairly traditional black metal. But since then, Ulver has experimented with symphonic neo-classical, synth pop, art rock, trip hop, and folk music. 2005’s Blood Inside is their masterpiece — one of the most engrossing, relentless and overwhelming albums I’ve ever heard. Sometimes the album sounds like King Crimson covering The Cure’s Pornography, sometimes it sounds like Swans trying to evacuate a city being blasted by bombs. A grower if ever there was one, Blood Inside will worm its way into your psyche with its manic, brute ferocity and decadent maximalism. I’m loath to resort to the cliché of comparing a piece of music to an acid trip, so let’s instead call Blood Inside the sonic equivalent of an anxiety attack — inside a kaleidoscope.

Tolerance — Divin

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The late music journalist Yuzuru Agi founded the Osaka-based Vanity label in 1978, releasing 11 LPs alongside a handful of 7” singles, flexis, compilations, and cassettes by mostly Japanese artists before dissolving the label in 1982. My favorite Vanity release is 1981’s Divin, the second album by the Osaka duo Tolerance. Led by the enigmatic and mysterious Junko Tange and aided by guitarist Masami Yoshikawa, Tolerance used drum machines and mixers alongside guitars and keyboards to create a different sort of early electronic music, one that was as far away from Kraftwerk and Tangerine Dream as Captain Beefheart was from the Rolling Stones. As the album’s most enthusiastic boosters love to acknowledge, listening to Divin is like listening to the future: the mechanized cracked electronics of Wolf Eyes and Nautical Almanac can be heard here, no wave’s dissonant skronk and grave incantations, and certainly what is now referred to as “minimal wave.” But the record’s prescience as a precursor to techno may be a tad overstated; by 1981, we already had “Being Boiled,” Louis and Bebe Barron’s soundtrack for Forbidden Planet, and Throbbing Gristle’s “Hot On The Heels On Love” (the latter of which does sound like a clear precursor to Tolerance’s “Sacrifice”), to name a few. Whether or not the members of Tolerance were aware of any of these things is impossible to know, as no one has seen or heard from either band member since shortly after Divin’s release. I’d speculate that most if not all of these resemblances are purely coincidental and not an indication of any direct influence. The coincidences, however, are fascinating. “Misa (Gig’s Tapes in ‘C’), presented here backwards, sounds a bit like a dry run for My Bloody Valentine’s “Touched;” “Sound Round” could quite easily pass as a sixth-generation cassette dub of some lost Skam or Rephlex 12,” while “Bok Wa Zurui Robot (Stolen from Kad)” does indeed sound like a blueprint for Detroit techno. There is something beguiling and uncanny about the entire presentation of Tolerance in general and Divin in particular. Though it is unlikely that the future architects of electronic music as we know it were aware of this record upon its limited release in 1981, it is a testimony to the notion of collective unconscious that Divin unwittingly presages so much of what was to come while still sounding like nothing else.

#dusted magazine #listed #james and the giants #James Jackson Toth #Oiro Pena #B-52s #Eyvind Kang #Omar S #frank zappa #Barre Phillips #the knife #ulver #tolerance #Youtube

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Hello! Can i have a Yandere request of Shousuke (Komi from Komi can't communicate) with an artist! fem reader?

Reader is very quiet (reader can talk if she want to) and doesn't like getting attention from the crowd that's why reader being distant and likes being a alone for a while and wants to draw peacefully with their sketchbook.

i hope if that's okay for ya?

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࣪ 💭 ࣭ ☆͟ ࣪ 𓈒 ᰥ ࣭ ๋ ࣭ 🌸̸ ̯࣪ ⭒Pairings: Yandere Shousuke x Artist F!Reader

✻ ࣪ 𓈒 🖋⃝ ࣭ ๋ ◍ 𓈒 ࣪ 𖧡 🍡 ࣪ ࣭ ꒳ Warnings: None just pure fluff in this one.

࣪ ᜔ ◠ᴗ◠ ࣭ ⭐⃬ ࣪ ࣭ ★ ꤫࣪ 🎀 ͟﹢࣪ ᜔ ゚. Summary: Reader Sits by herself, Trying to avoid the noisy crowd that was a few feet any from her. Until a unexpected guest shows up to keep her ❛❛company.❜❜

A/N: I want you guys to feel comfortable when requesting me, I'm ok with writing things like this Lol. I’m not entirely sure if I got your request right, but I threw a little fluff in it >:3. And also, thank you so much for requesting me. I appreciate it :)!

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You sat by yourself in an empty classroom, ignoring all the commotion that was going around, how could people freak out over just a single person? You tried to focus on the new sketch you were making for the school, if anything. Thats the real thing people should be excited over. Not just some boy who thinks he owns the place. At least.. thats what you think, you're the quiet type, you don't make much fuss about things that are complete nonsense. As you sat by yourself counting your sketch, you felt someones familiar presence next to you. Who could be here? This was a place only you knew about. You looked back, just to lay your eyes on Shousuke. Honsetly, you weren’t really prepared for this. It startled you.. Wasn’t he busy with his fangirls that he must pay attention to?

He looked at you for a few seconds, then looked back. His cold expression almost gave you a heart attack, you managed to break the silence by clearing your throat. You noticed he started to take some steps towards you, looking at the sketch you have created. God was it so hard to read this boy, “It looks good.” You shuddered as you realized how close he was to you, how did he get this close without you noticing? You blushed for a few seconds looking up to him with a crooked smile. “T-thanks.” it was kind of the first time you heard him speaking to someone like you. You couldn’t help but blush even more. But why would he come to a place like this? It was kind of weird especially when it was known to you. You took a gulp, then went forward to ask. Not caring if it made you look stupid or clueless. “Hey.. If I can ask.. Why did you come to a place like this? Don’t you wanna hang out with all of your girlfriends?“ He glared at you giving you the cold look again.

But then he just moved back, shrugging his shoulders. “I want to be here.” you heard him whisper, trying not to be loud “Oh, ok.” You whispered back. it was really awkward since Shousuke wasn’t much of a talkative person, and neither were you. He just stood there, watching you work your magic as you were almost done the sketch that was for the school. You had this feeling that Shousuke wanted to say something, but couldn’t. But it was really hard to tell. Since he was really hard to read. “Can you draw me?” He said, pulling a chair to sit next you. You have never flipped a page over in your sketch book so fast in your life. You shook your head preparing to sketch again, but it was really hard— since you couldn’t stop blushing so much whenever you saw his face close to yours.

You begin sketching out the basics , it was going good. You were halfway finished in a matter of seconds. A breath of relief came across, it looked good. As a matter of fact— It looked perfect. you gleamed as you were proud of yourself that you could accomplish something like this. A few minutes passed until you were officially done. It was finally completed, “I’m done.” You said in an achievement tone, Shousuke slowly picked up the book observing the drawing. you started to get a bit scared, did he hate it? Was it horrible? You squeezed your finger hard hoping that he would like it. he looked back up at you and Said in a calm tone “It’s beautiful.”

where you dreaming? He just called your art beautiful, you smiled ear-to-ear glad that he thought that your art piece was good and appreciated it. you saw him slowly get up, and leave to go. You frowned hoping he would stay longer. But oh well, you smiled again to yourself, hoping that he would visit to see you again. (and it’s sooner than you think😏)

#Yandere Male #Yandere Shousuke #Y/N is a airhead #shousuke komi #Shousuke x reader #Komi Can’t Communicate #Komi can’t communicate x reader

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