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scaramoucheslove · 3 years

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PLEASE expand more on that Zhongli brat tamer thing you posted 🥺

Brat Tamer! Zhongli x Brat!Reader (GN)

Listen to me

What to expect: Spanking, Size kink?(a bit), Choking, Teasing in public, Getting called “whore” once I swear, Zhongli as ur god, fingering? lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: AAA BRAT TAMER ZHONGLI NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION </33

(also im so sorry if this is shit even tho i spent so much time writing it?? hurr i apologize and i tried to make it as gn as possible! <33)

Zhongli loves an obedient sub that listens to him and obey his rules. You, were the perfect little baby for him. You were his obedient, perfect little baby. Sure, you’ve been accidentally bad a couple times here and there. But imagine if someday, you were curious enough to see what’s it like to test his limit. So, when you were acting out of the ordinary, of course he’d be suspicious.

It all started when you both woke up. He’d always wake up first, usually drinking tea at the dinner table and you’d always greet him. But today, you felt a little braver than usual and decided to just ignore him and went ahead to the kitchen to grab your breakfast. He raised his brow, but thought nothing much of it. You put your plate on the table and played with your phone while eating your food.

Zhongli cleared his throat, causing you to look at him with a confused look on your face. “Good morning” he said with a smile, a fake one if I may add. You ignored him and continued to play your phone and eat your food. You could see his smile fade away in the corner of your eye. “I expect a response, no?” you looked at him, and his expression seems blank. “Uh, morning?” you answered blankly before continuing to ignore him. He sighs in defeat, standing up to prepare a hot shower to cool him off.

Zhongli said he’ll be meeting up with a few people for a while, and of course you being you, decided to tag along. You were confused on what to wear—until you remembered your little plan to push his buttons. You smirked at yourself before thinking. You had an idea. You put on the most revealing clothes you’ve ever worn out in public just to mess with him. Once you were done getting ready, he doesn’t say a single word. His gaze was enough to make a person tremble, thus why you were averting his eyes the whole time. He simply grabs your hands and wrapped it around his and said nothing more than a simple “Let’s go.”

You finally arrived at the Teahouse after quite some time. The moment you two opened the door, all eyes were on you. You looked absolutely stunning. Your looks may even be enough to tempt a god. Zhongli clearly tried to ignore the situation and dragged you to the back and seated you both at the corner of the Teahouse.

The meeting overall was boring. Although it was pretty boring, you had to admit that hearing people talking about Morax and acting as if they know more than Morax himself was kind of funny. You yawned in boredom and continued to look around before your eyes landed to your boyfriend’s figure that was sitting right beside you. His eyes that are completely focused, the way he talks, and the way his tall figure is sitting straight, asserting dominance through small, simple things. You couldn’t help but feel excited just by looking at him. Your excitement caused you to land your hand on your boyfriend’s thighs as he was listening to some people talking and discussing about the geo archon. He looked at you, confused and you gave him a small, sweet innocent smile, in which he returned.

But what he didn’t expect was for your hand to go higher and higher, until he realized that your hand was basically almost touching his dick. Before you could do anything further, he slapped your hand away and came closer to your ear to whisper, “Behave.” That action alone caused you to shiver and it tempted you even more. Biting your lower lip, you decided to wait for the right moment. After everyone was done talking and discussing, they asked for Zhongli’s opinion. And just right before he gets the chance to talk, you took the chance and managed to place your hand between his pants without raising any suspicions. He flinched slightly, earning worried looks from other people and workers. “My apologies, I thought I saw something.” He said as he kept his composure. And surprisingly enough, they believed him. Thank god you were seated in the corner so that no one could see what was actually happening between the two of you. You palmed him through his pants slowly as he explained about his opinion. You could hear the slight shake on his voice and clearing his throat way more than he normally does, even though he looked completely focused and well composed. “Mr. Zhongli? Are you feeling alright?” someone said in which he responded with a slight nod, and a pinch to your thighs as a warning. You gasped quietly in surprise and stopped your ministrations before looking at him. His stare was menacing, daring you to make another move. In which you responded by looking the other way and pouting as you rest your hands that was palming him a few seconds ago on the table.

The trip back home was silent. You didn’t dare utter a word, not after all that. You looked fine and chill on the outside, But inside? You were trembling. Was it really a good idea to make your god angry? Is it even worth it? Your thoughts were racing as you asked yourself. But there was no turning back.

You walked inside the house slowly, trying to keep calm and collected. You knew you were in deep trouble the moment he shuts the door with a slam. You saw a glimpse of his beautiful, black hair with a gradient, glowing, neon orange color near the ends of his hair, which usually occurred where he’s focused like in battles, or if he’s really pissed. You didn’t really want to test him any further, so you just decided to follow his next commands and obey him. “What has gotten into you?” He asked, voice demanding for an answer. You turned to him, looking to the ground instead while fiddling your hands. He clicked his tongue and forcefully held your chin so you were met with his amber colored eyes. “Talk” He demanded. You were unable to form coherent words and ended up stuttering on your words. He shakes his head in disapproval and practically dragged you into the bedroom.

He lets you go once you’ve both reached your shared bedroom. You watched as he sat himself on the edge of the bed, looking down and letting out a sigh. The moment his eyes met yours, you immediately looked down, not prepared for his eyes to pierce through you so sudden.

“Strip.” He said lowly. Calmly. But you knew him. It’s always the calm before the storm. You stood there, silently, not moving in the slightest. You could feel the tension in the room. He was disappointed. Of course he was! He had all the reasons to be. He walked towards you slowly, observing the outfit you wore. One of his gloved hand stroking it smoothly as his other hand gripped your jaw gently and made you look into his eyes. “Tsk, I have given you such a simple task. But I know you humans simply cannot do anything yourselves.” He practically spat as he tore your clothes off with both hands. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly opened and you froze due to shock as he chuckled at your reaction.

His two hands grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you onto the bed roughly, a contrast to his gentle grip on your jaw earlier. You continued to freeze in your place and he took the chance to pin both your hands with one of his, as his big and strong body kept your smaller one caged. You tried to get out of his grip. But it was no use. No matter how much you try, he will always overpower you.

“Tell me, love. Were you being a brat on purpose?” He asked you with a teasing tone on his voice. You closed your eyes and gave up, exhaling the breath you didn't notice you've been holding while nodding your head slowly in shame and embarrassment. He chuckled lowly as he lets both of your hand go and flipped you over. You yelped in surprise as he positioned himself so that your stomach was on his lap and he places his hand to rub gently on your ass.

You cried out, “Zhongli please I’m sorry-“ “Now, now. It’ll hurt a bit. But you mortals really need to be taught a lesson to know their place.” He says as one of his hand stroked your hair and the other continued to move gentle motions on your ass. “Zhongli pleas-“ Smack. A loud noise echoed across the room as you jolted forward and you felt your eyes beginning to water. “Can you just listen to me, brat?” his voice sounded clearly annoyed. The room was quiet for a while, until he broke the silence. “Stay silent and take it like the good pet I know you are.”

The sound of your cries and sniffles could be heard in the rather silent room. You were sobbing, hands starting to go numb as you gripped them onto the bedsheets, your ass sore and red from all the painful and harsh smacks Zhongli has delivered. You were trembling. It felt like hours since he started and it never seemed to end. He eventually stopped and started caressing the spots he had abused minutes before. “I’m sorry my love, but If I don’t do this then… you’ll never learn from your mistakes.” He explained. You were still sobbing, but a part of you was relieved that it was over.

He got you off his lap and laid you down carefully onto the bed as you finally closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. That is until you feel a hand tracing your back and onto your underwear. You felt him come closer as he whispered in your ear “Seems like someone got excited. Well, it isn’t really a punishment if you enjoyed it. Don’t you agree?” you can feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

He flipped you over, your back now facing the bed. You hissed slightly at the sting because your ass still hurts from his ministrations. He gently spread both of your legs apart as he sat himself in between your now-parted thighs and pulled your underwear down, in which he threw across the room. You tried to cover yourself up but again, it was no use. You were now exposed for him and his eyes to devour. “But I’ll have to admit, seeing you in that revealing outfit where everyone can see really makes me…” he paused as he searched for the right word before continuing. “Jealous.” You prayed to the archons to make it out alive before answering him. “Oh? M-maybe you’re just mad they can probably fuck me better than you.” You’ve done it. You took back what you said about obeying him, but at the wrong time. “Getting brave now, are we? How ironic for someone who cried over a punishment moments ago.” he bitterly chuckles. “Well then, we’ll just have to see how hard I’ll break you tonight.”

He took off his gloves and immediately gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, combining it with the drool he managed to get at the corners of your mouth. He wastes no time as he inserts one finger into your needy hole. You gasped and held onto the bedsheets once more, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. God, his fingers were long. You can feel him filling you up as he kept pistoning one finger in and out of you. But then you started to whine for more. For him to fill you up more. “Humans are indeed greedy, but you’re my greedy little human, aren’t you whore?” you scrambled over your words before he used his free hand to wrap it around your throat and tightening his hold around it. “Answer.” He stopped moving completely and you whined as you finally managed to answer. “Y-yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes, my lord.”

#zhongli #zhongli smut #genshin angst #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #uhh this is dissapointing im srry #genshin impact zhongli #im so sorry u had to read this

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alygatorwrites · 3 years

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can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough.

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms.

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man.

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden.

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him.

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him.

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece.

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has.

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone.

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

#timeskip reiner still sexy asf #I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

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arcadejohn127-9 · 3 years

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Feel free to ignore this one. How would the brothers handle an mc with colored/dyed hair when their roots grow out and/or they decided to change the color?

The brothers with a MC who likes to add colour to their hair

Lucifer:

"you've been in the bathroom for over an hour now, what are you doing?"

He knocked on the door, wanting to respect your privacy but this is the third time someone has complained the shared bathroom was being hogged

He had to step in before mammon busted down the door in fear you've gotten hurt

"I'm just doing my hair! It'll only take a little bit more!"

"you don't have to change your hair everytime you get bored-"

He dragged out a sigh whilst he talked but paused when he saw you finally come out the bathroom

"it's blue! Like your sin!"

Lucifer.exe has stopped working

he quickly hide his face with his hand, pretending to be tired of you but was actually blushing

"Yes, very nice now go, people need to use the bathroom."

You just laughed, grabbing the hand that was hiding his face

You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before going on your way

Lucifer hopes you'll be keeping the colour

Mammon

"Mammy, check it! We match!"

He turned around wondering what you meant but there you were - now with white and gold in your hair

He immediately jumped up

"You trying to kill me?! You seriously changed your hair to match me?!- it's good, it's whatever."

He pushed his lip out, turning his head away from your gaze

"glad you like it, I'm thinking of keeping it like this."

AMBULANCE! HE'S BEEN SHOT! HIS HEART HAS BEEN HIT TWICE!

HE'S GOING INTO DOPEY LOVE SHOCK!

"it suit you, who doesn't want to match with the great mammon?! It'll let people know you're my human."

"Or you're my demon."

HE'S BEEN SHOT THREE TIMES- OH LORD THERE'S NO MERCY

Please - he's so flustered right now

He's very happy you wanted to match with him, might just get you a similar/the same jacket to him

Levithan:

You came out of of his bathroom, revealing your new hair

It was bright orange with a purple gradient

Levithan blushed, in awe at your new hair

"Maybe I should cut my hair too, then we both can look like anime characters."

You fiddled with your hair, walking over to sit with him

"both? I don't look like an anime cha-"

"You got the same hair as a hentai protagonist, how have you never noticed?"

He completely froze

He immediately began looking up images of those types of protagonists

Pulling out a mirror he had in his desk

He began screaming

"it shows people you're a real weeb, maybe we should dye your hair black so it fully matches-"

"N-NO!"

You were completely loosing it

Laughing non stop as he tugged at his fringe, completely defeated by this new discovery

You decided to be nice, taking one of the clips out of your hair and put it in his, moving his fringe out of his face

"there, that's better."

His face was completely red, hiding in the back of his hand as he nodded in thanks

Satan:

"So~ did I get the shade right? wait-"

You put his tail right beside your hair, eyeing to see if it matched

"yes! We got a match!"

Your hair was a toxic green, matching the very tip of his tail

He had a light blush, watching you play with his tail from the corner of his eye

"Is there a reason made your hair match?"

"because I like you AND I wanted to change up my look!"

He nodded, his tail curling

He kept his eyes trained onto his book

Not wanting to be caught flustered by such a small thing

"You like it~ perhaps I should keep my hair like this."

"do whatever you wish, it's your hair."

You leaned against him, grabbing his horn and gave his head a little shake

He just raised a brow at you

Finally, he looked at you

"I'm definitely keeping it, I like it when you're flustered."

He couldn't fire back, just sighing and let you do your own thing

Asmodeus:

He let you use his bathroom, all for seeing what colour you'll go for next

When you finally came out of the bathroom and revealed the final product

He immediately shuffled across his bed and admired your new look

"You look great! I'm loving the colour~"

Of course he did, it's pink

"I heard from Solomon you've dyed your hair a neon pink."

He didn't expect you to know that!

"He told you what?! That was supposed to be a secret!"

"hey but now I match your colour! Everything works out!"

Still moped that Solomon told you about his tragic hair dye phase

But he couldn't lie, he loved how the pink looked on you

He immediately wanted to take pictures of you and show off how you two matched

"Next time you see Solomon, tell him he'll throw him like last time~ please and thank you~!"

Beezlebub:

When he couldn't find you

He asked around and found out you were hogging the bathroom

Immediately went to the bathroom to ask if you okay

"do you need a hot water bottle? I heard they're good for stomach pains."

"I'm fine Beel-"

"Asmo said you've been in there for hours, are you sure?"

"I'm doing my hair, that's all!"

There was an pause, he quickly smiled, glad you weren't sick

Not long after you came out, showing off the new coloured hair

"Do you like it? I based it off your sin colour."

It was an almost vibrant red, he smiled even more with a blush on his face

"you look really cool."

He loved your hair, whenever you guys go out he tries to wear something red to match you even more

Belphegor:

He was 'napping' aka sleeping for another 3 hours after being asleep for 12 hours

Which gave you plenty of time to recolour your hair and even decide what colour you'll got for next

You already had an idea so all you had to do was go through with it

"I'm purple now, does it suit me?"

It was abit late to ask but either way you were going to keep it until you could change it again

Belphie looked up from his pillow

He immediately smiled

"you match with me, how cute."

He'll tease you for matching but the true is he's super embarassed

His fringe can't hide that blush!

He'll get happy whenever he looks at your hair

Will brag to EVERYONE about how you did your hair just to match him

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #obey me mammon #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me asmodeus #obey me beezlebub #obey me satan #obey me leviathan #obey me luficer #obey me belphegor #obey me imagine #obey me headcanon

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kingbennyboyyy · 3 years

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benny’s rwby rewrite: team RWBY redesigns

hello again! in honor of me actually getting some schoolwork done and subsequently having the time to rewatch the first volume of rwby for writing purposes, i thought i’d get out of the way some design notes that have been living in my head for the main girls. with how important colors and motif are in rwby as a whole, i thought that a little more care could be taken. i’ll go into the volume 1 designs most of all, and outline any consistent changes within the character’s notes. i’ll also go into why i’m changing what i’m changing.

with that, my thoughts as always will be under the cut!

ruby rose:

we’re starting strong with ruby’s design, and god do i have some strong opinions about this girl. let it be known that i actually like ruby’s clothing design: i think i’ve mentioned that i think the contrast of a fluffy petticoat and platform boots with a giant scythe and killing monsters is really interesting. that being said, there’s some fucked up geneology happening in the rose-xiao long family.

a big issue i have with ruby and her family members is the fact that despite the fact that yang and ruby are related through taiyang, neither of them have inherited his skintone. you’d think that with how literally their phenotypes are taken, that ruby wouldn’t be white as snow. with how low-contrast ruby’s design is as a whole, i think that her having darker skin would be welcome. adding the bonus of holy shit, a dark-skinned mixed girl is the protagonist makes me really biased toward this. complexion-wise, she should be somewhere between summer and taiyang, but still visibly darker than someone like weiss.

her hair being naturally black and red is perfectly okay for me. i think that it looks nice, and there’s a lot she can do with it. i can’t really complain about it being in her eyes after gushing over her combat cupcake skirt.

what i can complain about is her lack of pockets. like, she only has one little pouch to carry god knows what in. is she really expecting to be able to carry all of her ammunition in that one little pouch? god no. swap out the pouch for some kind of bag, or better yet, a bandolier of some kind to serve the same asymmetrical purpose that dingy little pocket does.

finally, her eyes. in my ideal world, i would have done something a bit more dramatic to set ruby’s white eyes apart from, say, neo’s grey eyes. maybe making her pupils lighter than black, grey, or even just white. the animators made blake’s pupils smaller to set her apart, why not give ruby’s eyes a little something-something? also, with the contrasting color of her design being either a silver or a white, having her silver eyes be one of the lightest elements of her design is really aesthetically pleasing to me.

weiss schnee:

i’m going to be completely real here, i like weiss’ original design a lot. they really leaned into the weiss part of her: the girl’s white. she’s white as fuck. her dress is white, her little bolero is white, her shoes are white, it’s all white, with just a touch of icy pastel blue to make her feel more cold than sterile. i love it. i’m also a big fan of the other, brighter colors in her design, but i think the introduction of red should have waited a bit longer.

in her introductory outfit, the inside of her bell-sleeved bolero is this blinding, fully-saturated red that is really distracting to the eye. i’d replace this with a blue, sort of like the color of her eyes, and do the same with that little doily piece at the dip in her neckline. i also think that she should have been kept much more symmetrical, the most symmetrical of any of the cast. move that side pony to the center back of her head, put one of those little pouches on each hip, and have her stow her weapon across her back.

also, this isn’t even necessarily a problem, but i think weiss would have benefited from a much more conservative shoe. knowing the schnee family, i don’t they would have found it appropriate for an heiress to be running around in platform heels. i think that pointe shoes, or something familiar, would be really interesting, especially in conjunction with her ballerina aesthetic. her scar can definitely stay as it is; i think it’s both subtle enough to break her symmetry nicely, but also symbolically strong.

also, of all of the characters to give a dramatic haircut, it should have been fucking weiss. i’m all for bi bob blake, but imagine the dramatic potential of weiss just chopping straight through that shit to declare herself independent from her shitdick father. also, i think her hair should be naturally brown, like jacques’ is. the narravite element of her having to tirelessly keep up appearances is really good to me.

blake belladonna:

blake lives in a weird space for me. on the one hand, i would love for her to have dark skin as well, to sort of even the scale in terms of complexion. however, having a dark-skinned woman with literal animal ears being kind of problematic isn’t lost on me. in my opinion, the issue lies in blake being uniquely dark-skinned: in conjunction with ruby and yang, i think that her being dark-skinned is a little less uncomfortable. i think it would also remedy the problem of most of the dark-skinned characters in rwby being either dead or evil, so we’ll make her a bit tan.

with that out of the way, i also really like blake’s design, but she could certainly use some work. she, like many of the other team members, are pretty low-contrast save for the white tube-top thing she had going on. i think the white in her design should be toned down, either to a grey or a purple color. i also think that her arm situation needs to either be long gloves or wrapped-up straps, not both. that motif isn’t anywhere else in her design, and most of the lines are clean and smooth, not all jaggedy like the straps are. keep those bracelets on her upper arms, and make those gloves of hers marksman’s gloves.

i also think that she should wear thigh-high boots. this isn’t just my bias showing; something about the way those boot cuffs cut off the line of her legs is just really irritating to me. have them attach to that swooping vest situation, this is anime, it doesn’t matter how she’d get into them logistically. also, that gradient situation on her is just terrible. having seen a lot of art of her without that gradient has converted me, her design is just so much more clean-looking without it, and blake really reads as someone who should have a much less complex design, opting for clean lines and nice shapes instead of the frills and textures someone like weiss has.

yang xiao long:

i’m gonna start with something i’ve already mentioned: yang should be brown. the fact that she not nary a fucking hair of melanin from her dad is a crime. ideal yang is brown, but so is her hair to start out. i had the idea of rather than her hair being naturally yellow, starting out brown and being bleached in streaks by the heat of her semblance, and as the show goes on, it gets more and more yellow, and eventually even platinum blonde.

with that out of the way, i do not like yang’s initial design. the puffed sleeves don’t make any sense with her as a character, that weird train situation she has on her belt is an affront to god, and why is she just wearing spats? i think that of all of the people to tear, or hell, burn the sleeves clean off of her jacket, it’d be yang. yang is a fuck sleeves kind of girl. she’s a “i flexed the sleeves clean off of my shit” kind of girl. also, she’s gonna wear a tube top and hot pants, but she’s gonna button up her jacket? fucking what? unbutton that shit. she’s a lesbian vest kinda girl. she can keep her little scarf, and her tube top is a look, so it can stay.

i actually really like yang’s boots. i think they compliment her really nicely, and she’s enough of a brute fighting style-wise to warrant those chunky monsters. the mismatched socks and little scarf are cute touches too, but i think the scarf should start out red. the purple can come in later. addressing the spats (bike shorts? spanx?) situation, there’s a very simple solution: give yang jorts. not even a fucking joke, give the woman jorts. look me in the eye and tell me that yang “t-shirt as a bandana” xiao long would not wear jorts. you can’t. it’s impossible. she would wear neon yellow jorts with that ungodly belt situation and i will not compromise this. the overalls she wears in atlas? also jorts. mistral? black, sure, but fucking jorts nonetheless. jort xiao long will outlive me, so help me god.

... i got a bit carried away there, but i hope you enjoyed my thoughts! i may at some point get around to actually drawing these redesigns, so keep an eye out for that in future!

#benny's rwby rewrite #team rwby #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #characters

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So I know you dont watch druck anymore (me neither? Kinda?) Anyways I have so many feelings about Kieu My (mostly about her aesthetic) bc she used to have really long fingernails painted neon green but she cut them short and im irrationally angry (upset?) about it because !!! Femme representation!!! Those fingernails were really really gay and femme and I was very hyped (im in a weird place emotionally rn and apparently I project that on her? Idk?) Anyways I love femmes and their fingernails and I am very aware that this is not relevant to you at all but ahh (also consider: melanie with neon fingernails!!!!!! Which she doesnt cut because she is very secure in her queer femmeness)

listen i know next to nothing about druck s5 and 6 but kieu my and fatou are!!!! good!!!!!! this is the ideal way to consume this content - just looking at the adorable teenagers kissing and gifs of the pet turtle and also all of their looks. I’ve decided that that’s how my druck experience will be and honestly?? i think i’m better off this way.

idk if kieu my cutting her fingernails short was supposed to be some weird symbolism for her being into girls but honestly??? femmes should be allowed to keep long nails if they want to. (and no one come @ me about lesbian sex!! first of all, ace wlw exist, second of all, I do not plan to give much thought on the sex lives of fictional teenagers, and if that small detail could make or break a whole wlw narrative, maybe people should reconsider their priorities)

(thinking of the contrapoints video where she talked about being into women but not yet being brave enough to walk into a nail salon and tell them that she wants pretty long nails except for her index and middle finger and tbh. that’s. a femme power move for anyone who does that, but also very valid to not do that. imagine being outed by your fingernails slkdjlfjlsdkjl I have many thoughts and I don’t make a lot of sense, sorry)

anyway now i’m thinking about ace femme Melanie with neon yellow fingernails with a iridescent gel glitter top coat (this has nothing to do with the fact that my nails look exactly like that rn no not at all). Thinking about Melanie getting an annoying insta comment where someone asks how she can be a lesbian with long fingernails, and she blocks the person and posts a picture of the bright pink nail on her middle finger. Thinking about Melanie working on pretty bi pride gradients for pride, and giving all her friends who want it (trude, stevie, willi) nails in their pride colors as well.

#i fear this will show up in the dr*ck tag because tumblr is like that oh well #i mean it no one @ me this post is not for you #melanie #dwh #my posts #queer-chnospinci

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✨ HEHE HELLO MY SUN! 95hua is my gfx and 17joshua is my gif portfolio blogs - Bea 💓

(Don’t) Creator’s send me a ✨ + your creations tag and I’ll talk about some of your pieces I love! Bea’s creations (gfx) and her gifs and her blog @joshuahong (I still want to tag joshsua, it’s been literal YEARS)

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - How do I make this short. Bea. I truly love your work so much, that when I tried to go through your archive from 2015 and onward - all my brain did was “oh that’s a fave. no wait that’s a fave. that one too. OH but THIS ONE-”. I’m not exaggerating. Every single piece. So to keep this condensed, I’m only going to talk about the pieces that gave me the visceral “!!!” because I remember how floored I was at the piece. Just know that EVERY piece you’ve done gives me that reaction. So this ask? This ask is now my own personal hell because I don’t know how to choose 3-5 pieces that I love more than the other. But I will try. This is more of a “walk down memory lane,” - in which I recall how much the piece amazed me at the time it was posted. This might seem long but let me tell you - this is as condensed as I could possibly make it. Like I am pulling my own teeth trying to mention just a FEW of these pieces that I really love. I need a drink. GOD this is obnoxiously long I don’t know what to do.

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2015

(1) (2) (3)These graphics are so heavily ingrained in my mind that I’m now realizing how much this inspired some of my graphics I did years later. Like??? It set the tone for what I value in a piece of work LOL. And when I look back at my own work now - I can see how much of these “lessons” I incorporated.

For (1) in particular, I adored the bleeding effect on the surrounding gifs! And how each panel bled into one another through those wisps.

In (2) the COLORS just had me squirming like a delighted little sausage. It fit Seventeen’s image at the time so well. It was youthful, colorful, fresh. Everything that Akkinda was at that time. I LOVED the sparkles and the fucking TREE. Ugh that was truly one of the best graphics I saw at the time.

In (3) - the way you oriented the text was amazing. It was a lot of text but the way you spaced it out and added these visual breaks made it so easy to digest. Like one panel is text heavy. Then another panel is image heavy with a bit of text.Then there’s a gif panel with more text but also spaced out with more image. The balance is fucking incredible Bea. And literally - that’s how my own mind is programmed to make gfx now so it’s nuts seeing that it might have been influenced by your own methods I viewed over the years. LORD, I should call you professor?

2016

Very few things I never heal from. This manipulation of Jeonghan and Joshua from the Chocolate MV? Is one of them. The Chocolate MV in general? Is another. But okay I recall how I gasped because of how GOOD this was. It’s still hitting me. Your brain is so sexy Bea. Also, I’m bummed we never got Mint Jeonghan. But like, who cares? Bea edited a mint Jeonghan and that’s all I’ll ever need. I would literally frame this LOL. Like I’m half considering slapping it onto my corkboard just so I can look at it often.

I would literally pick every single piece from 2016 but I think JiHan was my most favorite and I can’t tell if that’s the bias in me that’s making these decisions.

2017

This is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen lmfao. I wish I had something more flourished to say but I remember thinking how fucking genius you were for highlighting the teaser like this. Since it was so scenic. And rather than making a hardcore gfx out of it - you just enhanced the vibe with text, coloring, and a bit of texture. You also did this same concept with Jeonghan and it just...oof it was so perfect.

And then later on, when all the teasers were released - THIS stunning piece of work was done. I was SO impressed by the way you did the gifs with that cross effect. It’s not easy showing 13 pieces of anything. But you did THAT. And ALSO used the images of the teasers, you’re a MAD MAN BEA. A GENIUS. I’m still so shocked by how well done is this.

And you know what this talented fuck did WITH THE ACTUAL MV? You’re not going to fucking believe this. You’re really not. Why am I suddenly so angry. Just look at THIS and you’ll understand full well, why I am SCREAMING. I’ve NEVER seen anything done like this at the time it was posted. Like Bea REALLY set the fucking tone with this gfx. To this day I can’t think of a single gfx that captures an MV THIS WELL. UGH it’s BRILLIANT. If I HAD to pick a favorite - like you threatened to burn my pumpkin patch - I would choose this one. But because I’m not being threatened I’m now making this LONG ASS POST on WHY I LOVE BEA’S WORK SO MUCH-

I recently watched InuYasha in all of it’s entirity because I thought of this gfx a while back lmfao. Jeonghan as Sesshomaru and Joshua as a half demon? Satiates something inside of me. Anyways. The tones used here always get me. The soft beiges and purples at so NICE. I think I mentioned it reminded of buying lavenders out of burlap bags in romantic market places LOL. But the vibe still fits. The movie poster vibe is something you didn’t do often back then so it was cool seeing you try out a different style! The way top right and bottom left are correlated is something that flew right over my head back then. But now? I’m eating this shit up. It’s delicious.

Shout out to the “Story of the Moon” series Bea did with Meanie, in which she insp credited herself. Is that not, the biggest flex? I love all your star crossed lovers concepts. Bea loves to: yearn. OH btw, here’s the actual Story of the Moon. It’s so sweet. Probably not the original but SO pretty either way. I think this might be the original. Re: Bea loves to learn.

I swear I’m done with 2017 but I gotta mention part 2 of Demon!JiHan. I never realized how much I loved this series of gfx. Bea. This is GOOD shit.

2018

This is GREAT. One thing I loved about YMMD concept was how the gradient reflected on the concept of day to night. So I adored how Bea did this! It was a clever way to utilize 13 images since the aspect of day and night happen in 12hr cycles.

Just know anything Bea does of JiHan is most likely going to be some GREAT work because of the way a storyline is involved in it. I remember you talking to me about this concept so seeing it come into fruition was pretty fucking cool. Again. Bea loves to yearn. The colors reminded me of the 2015 piece I adored so much.

She did it again with the flawless approach on Demon!Jihan. It’s like year by year it becomes more and more sexy. I LOVE this. The editing on this is more “today Bea”. It’s got such a nice use of shadow and saturation. I remember those images were so hard for me to edit because of the shadow so I didn’t edit them LOL. But nothing stop’s Bea’s expertise. The red tones really get me. I love how this series went from soft burlap bag of lavender to reddish hues. It feels aggressive and I LOVE that.

This is probably the best birthday graphic that ever exists. Again Bea was so clever with how she displayed a lot of images from Joshua’s ENTIRE career. Along with text. Not just eras. Not just songs. But Joshua as a person as well. Whenever I see this I feel so fond. You can smell the love radiating off of this gfx. Joshua would be SO honored.

2019

This is so pretty. Like it reminds me of salwar kameez lmfao. I remember this fondly. It’s like they’re what is inside of a string light. Not light bulbs. It’s Seventeen’s Vocal Unit.

Shout out to this graphic that is reposted literally everywhere. Bea you unlocked every Carat’s deep want: Tatted!Seventeen. Your talent with manipulations is unreal. The tattoo series and Cyber/ Humanoid series really showcase that. Another shoutout to how Bea inspired that one set of teasers with the pressed flower freckles. I want this in a resin dish. Who on Etsy will do this for me-

(1) (2). The dichotomy of these 2 graphics still get me. In (1) there’s this warm and luxurious vibe. Then in (2) it’s the same luxurious vibe, but creepier than the previous because of the icy feel. It’s so neat. Both are SO beautifully done. I love the shimmer tears on Joshua in (1) and the icy sparkles on Vernon in (2).

2020

I REALLY love this set. The BUTTERFLIES are you KIDDING ME??? I love them. I’m so glad you incorporated them. I love how you subject edit. The way you create glow on the face is so nice. It literally reminds me of using “How Many Carats?!?!!” on the face. Which is SO fitting lmfao. On this work it’s a bit more... “soft glow” but I had to mention it. Joshua with the monarch butterflies makes my heart warm. I dunno if Monarchs are California’s butterflies. But so many places in my town are dedicated to Monarch butterflies so when I think of California, I think of Monarch butterlfies. Anyways I adore the FLUSH on these images. It’s so INNOCENT

I love the entire Cyber series but the way you did everyone’s bionic arm? INCREDIBLE. I can’t even begin to understand HOW you did this Bea. It almost makes me angry that you do this shit for FREE. I get to look at this for free? It feels illegal. I was so floored I missed several details. Like how you made the lighting work with this neon light vibe. That takes a GOOD artistic eye and you clearly have that. Jihoon’s current of energy on his face? U G H it’s so GO OD. I want to stare at it forever. WAIT the BACKGROUND as well. Listen the more I stare this. The more details I realize I miss because I’m so caught up in one detail. It’s just such an incredible series that you execute so flawlessly.

I just really love this. I can’t describe why. It’s just so nice to look at. That panel with Joshua’s glitter tears (p2)? I love it. All of it is so satisfying to look at and I got that entire vibe from the MV in general. So this was an appropriate way to display it!

I have yet to see all of your 2020 gfx so instead I’m gonna rb them and gush lol but really Bea. All your work is so good and if I could write a book on how much I appreciate them - (clearly) I would.

#*kajal gushes over bea's graphic for an actual 3 hours straight*#bea im sorry you had to read any aspect of this #but i really love your work lmfao #i slowly lose my fucking mind the longer i write #this took me around 2hrs lmfao #im sweating this actually stressed me out because i couldnt condense it taht well lmfao #*answ

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moonlightreal · 4 years

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Let’s watch more in Italian!

By the by, if any of you out there in tumblr-land know where there are more episodes in English, don’t keep it to yourself! I’m somewhat terrified my only source won’t be supplying them anymore and I’ll have to wait and hunt, and there’s stuff a few episodes on that I REALLY want to see and dissect and have All The Opinions on.

But no hint of that stuff will appear before us in these two filler-laden but fun episodes.

21 La gara di ballo su Melody

Alfea! Grizelda lectures in the courtyard. they’re doing magic shield practice and Knut and Kiko are shooting cannonballs with a catapult to be shielded against. I wonder if shields against a physical object and shields against a magic zap are a different spell. Stella’s shield is a gold star.

Musa is up next but her phone rings. Riven wants to go out for ice cream!

So they’re back together? I don’t really remember them getting back together. My guess is here’s what happened: the second-half writers were told that part of the plot in the first half was that Musa and Riven would get back together, and then the first-half writers… flubbed it. It happens to us all, you get to the end of the story and realize you didn’t manage to do one of the things you were planning to do.

Or else this ice cream date is Riven’s attempt to actually get back together. Without understanding the dialog I can’t be sure.

Because she’s paying attention to her phone she nearly gets beaned with a cannonball, and then Knut launches Kiko from the catapult, and then the star box appears to save us from the slapstick.

We’re going to Melody! I think the girls ask Grizelda’s permission to go, which is weird because it again brings up the question of whether they’re heroes or students, adults or kids. You can’t really be both.

So Musa texts Riven that they have to go save the universe again. Flora talks to Musa, I bet that conversation would clear up my confusion if I could understand it.

Bloom is concerned about the Trix, but Stella says there’s no way the Trix could be there already and we cut to…

The Trix were there already! Aerial zappy battle for the star, which is on top of one of these really cool giant rock spires that have the tops carved into treble clefs. Love the geography! I want to imagine who carved these things, I wonder how people know when they move into a realm what kind of magic it will have. The girls’ home realms each have a certain flavor, while Magix isn’t associated with any particular kind of magic.

In the fight the prime star gets dislodged and its little hamster ball goes sailing off towards the city. Everybody follow it!

Cut to… a disco! Or some kind of… do nightclubs really look like that? Colored lights, big speakers, several levels of dance floors, big screens. Very cool. The partygoers do not look particularly traditionally Asian, they’re all colors and wearing big pants and hats and sweaters. I think this is like, Asian punk clothing?

And there’s Galatea! The art style has actually made her look older than she was, she’s wearing the same dress as when we saw her in the sovereign council, that super skinny dress with the ruffles up front. I feel like the very classical-music Galatea should look more uncomfortable at this not-classical club, she doesn’t fit aestetically, but she’s having a grand time announcing the dance contest.

The Winx come in, I don’t know how they knew to come here. Galatea holds up the prize for the contest, a crown with a treble clef on it, and the prime star landed inside.

Ok, it flew from outside and landed perfectly in the crown and Galatea’s holding it up and doesn’t notice? Come on.

So Musa goes, “Hey, Galatea, old friend, we need that star and then you can go back to enjoying your contest!” and Galatea gives it to her--

Not. That is not what happens.

I wish I knew what she was saying about Galatea here.

The Trix are here too. Icy tries some magic and it doesn’t work and all the punk kids glare at her. She looks quite worried for just being glared at by a bunch of punk kids!

So we’ll just have to win the contest to get the prime star!

Bloom seems pretty happy about this, and Stella gets everyone dressed up. Gradient-colored outfits with neon edging. Bloom comes off worst, the designers couldn’t bring themselves to go with blue so she’s in mostly a muddy purple and her hairstyle is not good. Flora’s is similarly blah, Musa has cute banding across her top and I like her very ninties hair. Tec is cute in green and Stella in yellow. Aisha’s turquoise with purple neon looks the best.

The Trix argue. I think Darcy wants out of this latest wacky plan by her sisters. Icy and Stormy get their dance clothes on and they look awesome! Way better than the Winx. Icy’s hairdo is a bit much but other than that they rock.

We cut to Red fountain. Sky and Brandon are sparring. Riven is brooding about Musa. The boys talk, and I shudder to think what advice they’re giving Riven.

Back on melody Stella offers to be first in the dance contest. Galatea recognizes her by name so the girls totally could call on their friendship with Galatea to get the star.

This dance contest is like DDR Twister, anywhere on the floor can light up and also spots in the air. I cannot wait until this is a real thing in AR. It’s coming, people. It’s coming.

Stella isn’t great, she gets catapulted off the stage and lands in Bloom’s arms.

Icy vs Flora dance! Bloom says, ‘Icy’s not bad!” which is my level of understanding Italian. Flora grins cutely the whole time and is pretty adorable, but she loses and gets carried off the stage in a bubble which pops, dropping her in aisha’s arms.

I used to love DDR. I was terrible at it, but it’s fun.

Darcy is following Musa to her house. Musa left the competition at some point. Musa and her dad! Hugs! Musa’s house is cool, it’s Asian-ish with like, lines of music along the roof..

Inside, screens, sliding doors. Musa remembers her childhood with her parents, it’s really sweet. There’s a huge double-harp, it has part an upright normal harp and part a bench with harp strings over it and Matlin and Ho-boe played it together. I wonder if that’s a real thing, like the sofa of harps.

Outside Darcy mocks their precious memories.

Tecna vs Stormy dance! I guess they’re saving their strongest dancer, Aisha, for the final level. Tec gets farther than Flora did and ends up in a perfect tie with Stormy. They rematch and Stormy wins.

Galatea should not be so chipper about public enemy numbers one and three winning her contest. Why hasn’t she called the police? She knows who the Trix are, she’s calling them by name…

Musa is eating ice cream with her dad, it’s sweet. She tells him about riven as Darcy lurks outside.

And there’s Riven sneaking up on Darcy! Except she beats him in a fight and puts a mind control spell on him.

Musa hears a noise outside and thinks it’s the Trix, but it’s Riven. She invites him in. Darcy gloats.

Next time: more dancing! No really, that’s all in the preview.

22 Il secreto del’armonia

Musa invites the enchanted Riven in. She gets that he’s not quite himself but doesn’t seem to suspect… then he attacks!

Bloom vs Icy dance! They take a break to mock each other.

I can tell the girls are talking about melody and it drives me crazy there’s worldbuilding I can’t have yet!

Riven tries to fight off the mind control spell! Darcy invisibly talks to him. Riven attacks Musa again! Musa tries to reason with him! I’m not sure she knows he’s enchanted or not.Riven manages to say darcy’’s here, Darcy appears and orders Riven to attack but he makes lots of lightning come from his suit like Sky did and shakes off the spell.

They have a romantic hug.

Ok, these suits, what are they? What all can they do? They give the boys basically all the powers of a fairy.

Darcy appears and summons some blobby creatures that are not staryums from a portal. Riven is ready to fight! Musa is more keen on getting her dad to safety.

Bloom vs Icy dance! Icy loses. Icy gets mad and tries magic and it doesn’t work.

Critters menace Riven and Musa! Musa finally Cosmixes-up. They fight critters. Darcy retreats.

Bloom vs. Stormy dance! Stormy mocks, but Bloom is confidant. Tie! Rematch! Bloom can do this all day! More dancing, this time with zaps of electircity they have to avoid while they dance! Bloom loses!

Back at home all three of them eat ice cream. Musa and Riven start to argue and Ho-boe laughs. Then the pair laugh.

Then Musa and Riven play the sofa harp together. The music is really pretty. They have found harmony! Only… when did Riven learn to play? A critter is outside watching.

Aisha made it to the dance final! Aisha vs. Stormy with zappy electricity! I think Stormy is telling Aisha what Darcy’s up to. It works, Aisha loses.

Stormy grabs the crown and celebrates. Icy’s right there to grab the prime star but Stormy’s not giving it up. Then the prime star poofs away!

It appears for Musa! Riven gapes. Darcy’s critter sees and runs off to get the Trix.

Musa and Riven have a romantic moment.

The Trix meet up in an alley and Darcy’s critter reports in. Stormy tosses the crown away and the critter puts it on and runs off to a new life.

Trix attack Musa’s house! Riven jumps in front of an ice blast and gets frozen! The rest of the Winx arrive. Flora uses her petal thing to blast Darcy into a tree.

Icy stops Stormy from attacking. Hmm. Is that a hint? I keep expecting to see moments of thoughtfulness or hesitation from Icy as hints of the prize we’re getting in a few episodes, but so far this is the only time I’ve noticed a serious expression on her face. How late WAS this prize added in? Or are the writers just bad at foreshadowing? I mean, no judgment, I’M bad at foreshadowing, but with a visual medium you have the chance to put an uncertain expression on someone’s face while other characters are turned away, that’s just so basic...

The Trix flee.

Poor riven doesn’t look so good, but Bloom uses Dragonfire to heal him. And she SAYS Dragonfire, so that’s still a thing!

And then, what else, a concert! Musa and Riven play the sofa harp and the others play their usual instruments. Galatea, Musa’s dad, and the punk kids watch. It’s about like all the other songs, but the harp music does add something.

Then we have another romantic moment with Musa and Riven.

Next time: beach! Tec and Aisha fighting!

#winx season 8 #winx club

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adxcaldwell · 4 years

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Hello! ☺️ I don't know if you're still doing these but tell me my vibe! I'm Seth, I'm a Libra sun, Gemini moon (if that helps anything). I like calm yet joyful activities like making crafts, sorting/cleaning, etc. I like being outside so I love camping/hiking (I used to be a scout). I also tend to enjoy the journey rather than the destination (this could be in a more self-discovery sense but I really love traveling). I hope that's enough info and that you're having a lovely day/night. 🧡💛🧡💛

This is the closest picture I can find right now for the green that came to mind, and I know it’s like a gradient but kind of like... that soft green but with the slightest hint of a teal or just the teeniest bit of a neon. It’s all the outdoorsy and tidy things, and connection to nature - you’re at your best when you feel connected and at peace with the world and the universe as a whole.

Maybe as a secondary color, a cool blue. Maybe you often feel yourself isolated from others despite your want to be connected to them, or that there’s a melancholy beneath your feelings of where you belong. Surround yourself with love! You have a lot of love to give and that’s a wonderful trait and hey, the world always needs more love, and you are loved more than you know. You’re important, and people care about you, and the world is happier for having you.

Also you’re really nice. I like the added smiley and heart here and well wishes, that’s really sweet of you - I take it you’re a very compassionate person even in instances where you maybe should allow yourself to be taken care of instead. But you feel at your best when things are in some sense of order, it’s like that Brian Epstein quote; “Whatever happens tomorrow, one thing is certain; it must not be allowed to look after itself.”

I bet in general the color white is a lucky kind of color for you. Just for the symbolism of clarity and clearness. Hmm. What else I got.

Some imagery for you - fresh, golden honey; the leaves of tall trees with the sun shining through them; the faintest wisps of clouds on a clear blue sky; the coverings of dew on the grass in the early morning; pretty things, things with a gentle steadiness to them. Always be steady. Nothing can shake the tree with many roots, for it is assured in its place and its worth.

And if all that’s silly to you, go listen to Kansas City/Hey Hey Hey Hey by the Beatles. Just came to mind and I bet it’s the kind of song you love. Plus, you know, Beatles. :) Love you. If all that was nonsense to you, that’s all good, and if not, happy to give anything positive.

#vibes officially checked by addie caldwell #love you #yeah i know nothing about astrology #but yeah #greens and a little bit of blues #but that song will fix your blues at least #and youre loved #and youre important #and that's what matters

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years

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omg okay so i was totally ignorant but now i am enlightened because the brilliant @h00f sent me the booth video recording and im dying over it so here we goooo. i recorded it and uploaded the vid into davinci resolve so i could zoom in and also go through frame by frame.

tl;dr: so its all good its all good UM TYREEN’S TATTOOS WENT MISSING ON HER FOREARM AND THEN SHE SUCKED A MONSTER AND THEY REAPPEARED so it’s all good it’s all good im not having a crisis. im not. i thiiiiiiiiink we see the Vault of Promethea (the one with the cranes, but lilith also says “wherever the hunt for the vaults takes us” which throws me off a bit. still kinda think it’s promethea tho).

so not what i was expecting to be doing at 2:32 am but you know what? this is okay, borderlands gives me literally infinite energy

and new content? HOH BOY i am going to go so fucking in depth. hold onto ur horses. i was working on my mock intro to the game but this is so much better

UMM?? HOLY SIHT????

THAT’S THE SAME TILE AS THE ONE IN THE TEMPLE

I THOUGHT THIS WAS ON EDEN-6???

same tile on the wall on the right there

those guardian statues have staffs!!! that’s so rad, like the Watcher and shit, they also have less big necks?? or they might be bowing down. they look a lot more humanoid than the guardian/eridian statues im used to!!!

like as far as i can see they don’t have the butt spikes? maybe these are just super well preserved and thus not broken/spiky/cracked!! I do think the staffs are awesome! I know the Watcher carried one and so do some in TPS (I don’t recall seeing any in bl1 with staffs? im pretty sure they used their energy claw things) so maybe these are a higher tier of guardian than the ones we see in bl1? (which, if the Eridians wanted us to open Pandora’s vault as punishment for stealing fire the tech on Promethea, then that would make sense)

AND THE CRANES! and the buildings!!!!! is this Promethea’s vault? there’s something in the sky near the moon (?) so i thought maybe that was the asteroid belt but... it’s only condensed in one area..?

it looks like a rocky place (you know, the quasmarian quarry Typhon mentions?!), i could see it, it looks super well-kept!!! my only problem?? it’s not underground/next to a cliff or anything. i guess it’s actually possible with those cranes and shit that it’s been excavated completely

i think we walk out of a temple here, which makes me think this is connected to the temple with all those monster dudes in it (also i can’t be the only one who thinks the blue sparkles on the statue on the far left makes it look like it has a shiny thicc butt. i CANNOT be the only one)

you know this one

well ACTUALLY in the We Are Mayhem trailer we DO see one of these guys!!! he’s on Maliwan’s side as the VHs are running across the bridge and im pretty sure that is Promethea!

IM PRETTY SURE

the neon lights and shit make me think it is in fact the city!!! maybe a part of the city that’s been totally overrun by Maliwan??

okay im certain this is promethea, those turrets we 100% see in the gameplay reveal trailer (below)

i thought i recognized that silhouette!

so unless maliwan is carting those demon dudes from a different planet to use in their army, I’m going to guess the huge ass temple was excavated from when Typhon found it (explaining the cranes and buildings) and Maliwan maybe took control with the CoV and somehow?? got control of those big demon boys. not quite sure tbh

OKAY SO THIS IS SO AWESOME ASDFGFHGJFK IM NERDING THE HELL OUT I LOVE ERIDIAN STUFF AAAA OKAY SORRY IM JUST ADSFSGFHYDJUK

AND THIS ONE LOOKS SO TINY?? I AAAA I KNOW IT’S NOT BUT??

THIS FEELS LIKE IT WOULD BE THE VAULT ON ATHENAS (IF THERE IS ONE) THOSE STAIRS (??) ARE GIVING ME THE VIBE. THERE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT A LOT TO WORK OFF OF HERE, BUT THE PROJECTION THING IT’S DOING IS NEATO!!

okay so this is either paint or light. and i can’t tell if that’s a person up there or a statue or something? I feel like i can’t almost see a cross or something so...

THEN IT CUTS TO THIS? AND HOLY STARGATE VIBES BATMAN I LOVE IT

i have a huuuuge feeling at least one of these Vaults is going to appear in like a cutscene of a flashback where Rhys and/or Fiona describe what happened at the end of Tales. The reason I’m bringing this up right now is because this Vault is just... in a void. There’s nothing around it except that gradient which is really bizarre to me.

JUST

ALL OF THIS

HOLY HELL THAT LOOKS LIKE A FORTRESS IN THE BACKGROUND MAYBE THAT’S WHERE THE TWINS ‘LIVE’? I IMAGINE THEY HAVE SOME SORT OF PLACE TO SLEEP AT THE VERY LEAST

it has the mouthpiece shape on the top up there? although i guess that could also be a VERY crude statue of someone raising their hands to the sky?? but it looks like the mouthpiece symbol.

another shot of the HBC

intro to the rc

what i am assuming is the back area of the RC? but uh... given what we saw above, maybe this is in their fortress area???? imagine lilith teleports away because the twins stole the key from us and we have to sprint to their fortress base and when we get there it opens into a cutscene and Lilith is crawling on the ground away from them

mhmhmhmhmhmmm

heyo look at those shapes and colors on the left there. you know exactly what im gonna say

im gonna say it anyway

inhale atlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlasatlas

okay i think i got it out of my system

it could also be dahl architecture (because it looks very very similar to the RC) painted with the colors of the CoV. Could also be that.

i do think it’s interesting because this is almost the exact same shot as this!!

which means this is here

and i can 100% see this being in their fortress (???) and not the RC. The RC has that huge area in the back we don’t explore yet, so it could be there but... now I’m thinking... what if that’s just so we find the clue that the sun smashers gave the key to the twins in the HBC? Like i know i said the room Shiv comes out of is gonna be it but... maybe the whole area is just for quest stuff? or there’s a loot room or smth. idk. it’s good to keep ur mind open to alternative possibilities, is all

we get to learn what color Tyreen’s power actually is! ... I think? I’m pretty sure. like im hopeful this happens before she steals Lily’s powers...? but?? anyway although the vid is washed out, if we look at the shot from the dev trailer, it seems to be purple/red. I thought it was straight red, but guess not. Unless this IS after she stole Lily’s powers and that’s why she’s looking at it like that LMAO. i don’t know!!

Troy with a little robot buddy! Did he build that?! it’s adorable! it reminds me of the one in the RC but without a snake body. I wonder if his body mods/arm/neural implants let him control it. that’d be so rad

... why did the background start glowing???

ty in the hbc!!!

same shot with troy. i think this is the same cutscene as the reveal trailer one (VS the Calypso Twins) just at a slightly different angle/animation

oh shit is that a demon boy in the background? i think it might be

definitely looks like the temple area!! those spikes look like they could’ve been part of one’s wings, you can even see the thin skin bit stretched out on the left next to tyreen. also... is that an eyeball on the part in the middle there? that’s horrifying. no thank you.

so far, literally the closest we see Troy near one. This is 100% after he shed the monster skin like a snake. ... I’m kidding. mostly.

also i can’t believe my art of the twins giving the rock on symbol is actually legit. i posted that literally the morning before their personalities were revealed in the demo, im so happy

if this is not the video we see in Shiv’s room I’m gonna be so disappointed. is that a sword behind the box? Also i think i understand why the Map Machine Broke now. I am under the assumption this happens before they steal lily’s powers, but it’s entirely possible it’s after! this looks like the area they steal them in, so maybe lily sees it on live stream and is like “NOPE FUCK THIS” and teleports in to steal it. that’d be really interesting... still hoping they steal her tats after the HBC tho. im gon b really upset if they dont lol (not really, because it’s fucking bl3, but like... why would u then go put the map with mouthpiece... why...)

troy has his tattoos here! that or his skin has been peeled off and he’s losing a lot of blood. let’s say he has his tattoos so i can sleep tonight :)

cuts to him catching the key? almost want to say this is a different scene entirely than the previous one. same area, probably though

hmhmhmhmhm the fortress (?????) doesn’t seem to be connected to a rock wall at all (it’s elevated on like a plateau) so you know what, maybe this IS in the RC afterall!

fuckin mlg over here

oh it stops glowing again. you know maybe its on like a timer/pulsing or something. maybe that’s not important lol

back at the monster. why does tyreen look nervous/in pain? AND WHERE DID HER FOREARM TATTOOS GO???

OH MY GOD

THEY ONLY START REAPPEARING AFTER SHE DOES THE SUCK ON SOMETHING BELOW HER

WAIT HOLD UP

UMM

wTF???

i think that’s the horn or part of the monster they were sitting on/had killed???

holy shit. are tyreen’s tattoos/powers temporary and she has to continuously suck the life force out of stuff to keep them going??????? maybe stronger stuff = longer battery life??? holy shit.

troy in jakobs manor! explains the psychos with tv heads being hung everywhere

i was about to say this was the HBC but its not. ‘HOLY CHILDREN’ maybe this is where the VHs are walking forward with the giant spike head behind them. you know, this area?

altho that would be the outside of it. ACTUALLY maybe this is the entrance to the fort?? the walls like like castle walls lol

what in the holy fuck is that thing??

it looks like a fucking dragon??? sitting on a wire ball?

where the heck is this? in the temple area maybe? i don’t ever remember the floors glowing, but they do look similar.

oh and the twins shake forearms again. maybe Tyreen is giving Troy half her powers or something and whenever she does her tattoos start to disappear so she has to suck more energy from other stuff to keep them present??

to this shot, so it’s a possibility. maybe they figured out how to “activate” stuff or something! And i am kinda thinking this is on Promethea now because of the Vault being similar? and the big demon boys appearing. but again like... the Eridians were kinda EVERYWHERE so it’s hard to say for certain even if the architecture looks similar. of course it would, they were goddamn everywhere. still curious as to why Little Blue gets that book, though. is it typhon’s book? a siren’s book? a researcher’s book? one of her ancestor’s books? i don’t know! lol

another shot of this. is this actually a vault???? it seems small and tbh the vaults are usually like... not shaped/designed like this? maybe it’s a statue. idk this feels wrong saying it’s a Vault. it doesn’t even have the inscriptions. maybe the academic district on athenas has a statue of a vault bc they’ve got a bunch of weird shit like Amara’s tattoos on a building and a vault symbol for a door so why the heck not this too lmao

the circus area with the ferris wheel! im so excited for this area. hype hype. it looks like it’s next to the motorcade. maybe this is where the big face arena place with pain and terror is, too!!! i could see the whole arena type deal being in a giant red circus tent

oooo where the fuck is this?? im interested. my first thought was a spaceship bc of the machinery (?) in the back but... maybe not?

maybe some part of the CoV spaces we’ve already seen? the railing in the back makes me think so.

back in the HBC!

space shot of Promethea (the asteroid belt and city lights)

it was at this point in the vid i started crying (like for real lol)

god im so ready for this game

Sanc-III!

colors check out

im still wondering where that blue ship is...

they have totally different paint designs and the blue one is on the cover art as well!!! what is UP with that gearbox?!

anyway, this is TAKE OFF and also a nice shot of Elpis in the background. the crackening lava seems to have died down over 7 or so years. good for her.

“Pandora”. i love the sky, holy shit that’s gorgeous. what’s in the sky there by the moon? i don’t know! maybe sanc-iii actually DOES have a cloaking device. damn, i was kidding, but that’d be amazing

eden-6! with the jakobs manor in the background. this looks vvvv similar if not the same area we got the moze gameplay in

Promethea!!!!!!! wow this place is gorgeous holy shit

as this shot appears lily says “wherever the hunt for the Vaults takes us” which is likely implying this isn’t promethea. athenas, then? It’s possible, we see Maliwan has occupied at LEAST the academic district so i could see them excavating a Vault.

THERE’S A BIRD where do we see birds??? on eden-6, but this 100% does not look like eden-6 to me... it would explain the temple, though....... because tannis has the floor tile in her office the same time she’s crawling around inside a dino so... maybe???

we’ll have to see! I kinda hope it’s promethea, seeing large buildings and cranes and shit would only really fit my views of Promethea and Pandora.... the whole area is giving off weird blue sparkly effects, maybe it has been teleported or summoned or something? i don’t really know what’s up with that tbh.

it cuts off on this shot

wondering if this is like a character selection screen or smth it reminds me of the persona “press start” screens haha

also the art in the background is pretty rad. anyway that’s all for now folks

im gonna go pass out now, it’s 4:12 in the am. gnight

edit: i got my acronyms for the hbc and rc messed up bc i am a v tired.

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #oh man oh me oh my #panel breakdown #the calypso twins #tyreen calypso #has anyone else noticed that about her tattoos yet?#i was busy working on my mock opening so all i got was the message then ran to do this asap lol #i would just like someone to tell me if im crazy or not #because i swear she doesn't have tattoos on her forearm #and then they appear #after she starts using her powers

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vixxscifiwritings · 5 years

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gentle descent to seabed

Summary - The rising tide interrupts them, water reaching up to their toes before receding. If Hongbin was more poetic, he would say the waves are hesitant to interrupt the new romance that has bloomed overnight.

Warnings - cheesy romance

Tag List - @tomatoholmes @merlionmen @seraphistols @k-craze-97 @blossomtearsleo

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"I don't think I ever expected to run into you here" Wonshik says over the music. It's dulled down compared to the dance music on earlier in the night but still loud enough to stifle conversation. The crowd on the dance has whittled down to couples slow dancing or kissing.

"I don't normally come here" Hongbin admits. This pub is out of his way and he barely has enough time or strength left after working both his jobs to wander far.

"Hakyeon hyung has some family issues going on so I'm free from housekeeping duty for now" Hongbin tells him by way of an explanation.

"Yeah I noticed he cancelled his classes for the next week. Didn't show up to lab either" Wonshik recalls. "I hope everything is okay."

Hongbin nods in agreement. The explanation is probably a lie and an excuse to spend time with the stranger that has effectively moved in. It's funny because Hongbin was sure Hakyeon hyung didn't believe in love or romance and all of a sudden he's head over heels for this stranger.

Speculation aside, it isn't his place to gossip about his personal life with Wonshik who is simply Hakyeon's student. So he lets the topic slide and focuses on his food.

Honestly, Wonshik's presence is unplanned. The postgrad student happened to find Hongbin who originally came here alone to grab dinner and a few drinks. Hongbin invited him to join him, given how crowded the pub was and how some company was better than none.

It may also have to do with his slight attraction to said student.

Hongbin met Wonshik last year when he came home from the institute with Hakyeon, carrying some of assignments Hakyeon had to work on grading. Wonshik had his long hair pulled back into a ponytail and wore t-shirt on jeans but had looked incredibly attractive to Hongbin.

Hongbin knew he wore his heart on his sleeve so he hadn't acted on his crush. But the universe had other plans clearly as Hongbin kept running into Wonshik. Now that he knew the man, it felt like Wonshik was everywhere. It was a small town but it wasn't that small Hongbin swore.

And so he had resigned himself to living with his feelings and waiting for then to fade away.

When he looks to Wonshik sitting on the opposite side of the booth and how his dark brown hair reflected the neon disco lights he thinks, fading away could wait one more day.

They talk about the news and the happenings around the small town. Wonshik tells him about the new research at the institute. He has a way of explaining complex topics that helps Hongbin understand his research so it becomes infinitely more interesting than listening to Hakyeon talk about the same.

Wonshik's nose scrunches and Hongbin smiles involuntarily at how cute it looks. How cheesy, he mentally berates himself. But a little self indulgence is fine as long as Wonshik doesn't know.

Wonshik is blissfully unaware, talking about how Finding Dory and royal blue tangs and how they are endangered species that should really be protected better and not commercially exploited. Hongbin admires his passion for his field of research.

"Do you want to get out of here?" Wonshik asks, once the number of empty drink glasses is more than the table can hold and their combined tab might render them broke if they go on. They've crossed their alcohol limit three drinks ago and the pub offers nothing appealing to diver them any longer.

Hongbin agrees. The idea of not having to scream over the amplifiers is very appealing to his throat. (And under the street lights, he can probably admire Wonshik better.)

It's quiet outside the pub when Hongbin follows Wonshik out. The silence ahead is deafening and the music fades the further they walk. The hum of the crowd is replaced by a silence typical of urban nightscapes. The quiet is only disturbed by sounds of the engine of a passing car or the buzzing of air conditioners and generators outside residential buildings.

The neon lights of signs outside all day convenience stores is brighter than the flickering street lights but Wonshik isn't worried. He navigates it with a practiced ease that tells Hongbin he has walked this route multiple times.

They pick up more drinks from one of the convenience stores on the way. The buzz of alcohol has Wonshik in high spirits and he hums along to the song that was playing in the club before they left. He even break dances to make Hongbin laugh and Hongbin giggles because Wonshik is so cute. His long skinny legs make it funnier for some reason but Hongbin cannot comprehend why.

The cashier couldn't care less. She occasionally glances to make sure they aren't shoplifting but goes back to texting almost immediately. Once the boys leave, they resume walking to the seashore. The cold soda is sobering and conversation flows smoothly between the two.

As soon as they near the beach, Hongbin feels the wind get stronger and warmer. The sound of the waves hitting the rocks and the light from the lighthouse hit him together. It's an amusing sound gradient. From electric synth to city silence to water against rocks.

Wonshik guides him through the narrow alleyways that warp around the houses and the lighthouse and open to the beach. They kick off their shoes and Hongbin shivers a little when the sea breeze hits him.

"Are you cold?" Wonshik asks. Hongbin shakes his head but Wonshik didn't wait for a response to shrug his jacket off and put it around Hongbin. The closeness makes Hongbin blush and he is viscerally aware of Wonshik's body but isn't prepared for it being brought into the forefront of conscious thought suddenly.

"Won't you be cold then?" Hongbin asks, when Wonshik moved away and he pulls his jacket close. It's very warm and soothing. It triggers relaxation and exhaustion both at the same time in him.

"I'm used to it" Wonshik shrugs.

"Do you sneak out often then?" Hongbin asks. He remembers his college days and how he would often wander off to his friend's room to play games instead of studying. Wonshik's method is to sneak out onto the beach clearly and said man's guilty smile confirms his suspicions.

"I like walking around the beach at night. It's quiet and peaceful. Let's you think" Wonshik explains.

They dispose of the bottles by the recycling bins and kicks off their shoes and socks to feel the sand beneath their toes. The sand is wet and smooth since the tide receded barely an hour earlier. More of the beach is visible than Hongbin has ever seen in the early mornings when the high tide returns.

"Do you always have a lot on your mind?"

"Not really. But something about the beach makes a person philosophical."

Hongbin hums in agreement and they walk in silence till they find a spot to sit down on. They've been walking forever and his feet are grateful for the break. It's quite a long walk, Hongbin realizes belatedly. It didn't feel like it in Wonshik's company.

Wonshik sits down next to Hongbin. Their hands are very close and Hongbin's hand inches closer to Wonshik's. Their fingers don't touch but they could and Hongbin lets unsaid possibilities linger between them. It's as infinite as the grains of sand that like in between. Innocent and infinite, each just within reach should he gather the courage he needs.

Wonshik is more silent now. Their surroundings have rendered him sober and he looks more peaceful now. His serene smile calms Hongbin down too (though the nervous arrhythmia of his heart never really leaves). He looks out towards the sea and Hongbin looks to him.

"Do you know why I chose to study marine life?" Wonshik asks, his gaze not moving from the sea.

Hongbin shakes his head. Wonshik accurately takes the silence for a no.

"My grandmother was born in Japan. She moved to South Korea to be with my grandfather. She would tell me stories that her grandparents told her" he narrates, laying down so that his head lay on Hongbin's lap.

Hongbin hums in response. The nerves in his thigh are frayed, tingling on contact. The thin denim of his skinny jeans does nothing to prevent the warmth of Wonshik's cheeks seeping in.

"She belonged to a family of fishermen and women. She talked about different types of fish and different tides and different ways of catching them. She told me many myths of the sea" he continues.

"What kind of myths?"

"Of dragons that ruled the waters. Of a lost continent that lay submerged just off the edge of the island and in the middle of the vast east ocean. It had been lost many years ago and the people turned to sea creatures."

"That sounds a lot like the story of Atlantis."

"The folktale says that the people of Mu used so much black magic that the gods got angry and submerged their land. The good people they took pity on were given a chance to start over on Atlantis."

"That didn't end very well did it?"

"Not really. Humans never learn."

"I thought that when I grew up, I would be an adventurer. I would travel the seas and see all the wonderful things for myself."

"Did you see many wonderful things?" Hongbin asks curiously.

"Nothing that compares to you" Wonshik replies honestly. He traces random doodles on Hongbin's thighs and kisses the area closest to his lips. Hongbin can feel the silhouette of his lips and his toes curl in response to the physical action.

Hongbin's cheeks are red and this is the influence of alcohol he will swear later. Or probably the euphoria that comes from having your attraction reciprocated. Hongbin leans down and kisses Wonshik and his brain scrambles to find which of the two excuses to blame for that burst of courage. Wonshik hesitates at first but kisses him back and his brain throws itself out of the window at a breakneck speed.

Wonshik sits up and takes Hongbin's face and kisses it properly. His lips are as soft as the hands running through his hair and Hongbin melts, pliant under his affections. It's the effect of the sea air and the salty soda they've been drinking that Wonshik tastes salty and lemony. Hongbin thinks it's a wonderful departure from the sweet lips stereotype.

Wonshik takes his jacket off from Hongbin's shoulder and pulls the neatly tucked white T-shirt underneath out of his jeans. His hands roam under it as he deepens the kiss and Hongbin moans every time Wonshik's fingers brush against his nipples.

He pushes Wonshik's plaid over shirt off and unbuttons the shirt underneath. He kisses down the center of his neck to as low as he can go on his chest. Wonshik throws his head back and groans. When Hongbin pulls away, Wonshik chases. He kisses him on the neck and squeezes his waist. Both locations have heightened sensitivity and Hongbin whimpers when his body demands release of all the tension building up.

"My apartment isn't far away from here" Wonshik proposes. He leaves butterfly kisses all over Hongbin who doesn't really need incentive to agree.

"I don't know. The atmosphere is kind of romantic here" Hongbin teases. Wonshik laughs and Hongbin grins too. Kissing under the stars with the sounds of waves in the background is not all that bad. Not bad at all really.

Wonshik gets up first and pulls Hongbin up as well. Hongbin stumbles and Wonshik secures him by putting his arms around his waist. Hongbin's eyes twinkle when Wonshik uses the proximity to kiss him again.

"I've wanted to do that for a very long time" Wonshik confesses, resting his forehead on Hongbin's. Their height difference is negligible so their noses and lips align perfectly, Hongbin notices.

"And was it worth the wait?" Hongbin whispers. Wonshik can probably feels his lips move with how close they are.

Wonshik grins before lifting Hongbin up slightly and kissing him. Hongbin yelps before kissing him back. What cheesy nonsense is this? He didn't think anyone would ever sweep him off his feet literally. The force and speed with which Hongbin falls deeper for Wonshik could put dangerous whirlpools to shame.

Kissing Wonshik is like drowning but discovering you can still breathe on the other side. A heady rush of harsh bubbles foaming against your skin which then gives way to the still deep waters where everything else is obscured except the way the gentle descent to the seabed feels.

They kiss for a long time once Wonshik sets him down. The rising tide interrupts them, water reaching up to their toes before receding. If Hongbin was more poetic, he would say the waves are hesitant to interrupt the new romance that has bloomed overnight. But he isn't a poetic man. (He'll learn that Wonshik's romanticism makes up for it later).

Hongbin pulls Wonshik along to further inwards, walking back to the city roads but still holding hands so they don't let the other go. The sun starts to rise along with the morning tide. They've spent the entire night outside but they don't care.

The waters are coloured gold and red and Wonshik's brown eyes have flecks of golden in them. Hongbin's black hair actually has brown highlights which are visible in the sunlight. It's only the beginning of them exploring each other.

#series: these deep blue waters #rabin #vixx fanfiction #vixx ravi #vixx hongbin #romance

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kog0ruhn · 5 years

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Denutena Review (#139281)

You have one of the most delightfully colorful lairs I’ve ever seen. Everything is so vivid and upbeat and happy, and the kind of eyeburners that I can totally get behind. It’s just all so cohesive, even the tabs for projects and storage that you told me not to pay attention to, and I don’t think I have ever seen a lair be so varied while sticking to a similar theme in my time on Flight Rising. And you have so many crystal dragons that I actually like, and I hate crystal.

Christ, I’m learning a lot about myself today.

Flutter immediately drew my eye, and despite the fact I usually dodge dragons with the April Fools eyes like the plague on my own dragons, there is just something so endearing about this fellow. It’s been a long, long time since a dragon’s got a legitimate smile out of me, but I was grinning the moment I opened him up in a tab. He’s colorful, silly, and wonderful, not to mention surprisingly pleasing to the eye. Orange and pink, for instance, are always safe colore to slap together, and the genes utilized on him make him both vivid and not-quite-burn-y. The contrast of his butterfly, for instance, makes the magenta pop, and glimmer is always a good go-to to make your brights brighter like the genetic equivalent of bleach. However, the use of crystal as his primary gives some variation that, while still neon as all hell, also has dark faceted areas that keep it from being too overwhelming.

And let’s talk about that apparel. The flowerfall matches well with his tert and, along with the butterflies floating around him, make him looks more dynamic and less static. The colors chosen for everything he wears are chosen well, especially the jester apparel, which seems tailor made for this bad boy. And, again, I actually LOVE the April Fool’s eyes on him, as they make him look jolly and lively and silly and fun.

Sterre is a remarkable Gen 2 Imp. Most of the ones I’ve seen are usually scatter-in-progress projects that I see folks pick up because of their heritage instead of their colors, but you’ve lucked out either via scrolls or breeding with this colorful lady. She oozes with hues and patterns that bring to mind the ‘90s heyday of Lisa Frank, with eye-catching leopard print and that beautiful bee secondary that’s somewhere between stained glass and jelly plastic. The whole thing just makes me warm and nostalgic, and she’s definitely one hell of a feel-good dragon (which, honestly, you have a LOT of).

I do appreciate with her, and so many of your other dragons, that you use apparel as more of an accent than as an outfit. This is especially true with Sterre who, with her gorgeous patterning, benefits from having a glove here, stockings there, and the healer’s reference as the only “large” apparel on her. It gives her personality without detracting from her inherent beauty.

Stella is a standout, and what a lovely standout she is. It was interesting to look through your lair and for her to immediately catch my eye just due to the pure contrast of the darker purples and bright, lively magenta of her primary. With how bright everything else is, those Night Sky silks and that Shadow accent do indeed clash with the neighbors, albeit in a truly wonderful way. As stated before, those more muted and darker violets do wonders to help her crystal pop and catch the eye, as well as her glimmer which would otherwise be a bit too dark for her.

And her apparel? Oh man, her apparel is A+. Nocturne females are one of the best dragons to don flowing apparel since they’re at a perfect pose to convey movement, and there is definitely a wonderful flow to her. As repeated over and over again, the colors of the silks are spot on for the rest of her, and the Starlight Cloak is the perfect middle ground to help tie together the silks and her natural colors. The accent also helps with this immensely, what with the fade it gives her wings and tail, a smoky gradient with a pleasing texture that makes her much more visually appealing to look at.

She may not have a name, but she doesn’t need one to be stunning. Bright green and purple already go really good together, being one of those underrated eyeburner combinations that I don’t see nearly as often as orange and purple, or orange and blue, or black and any neon color. It’s a shame, too, because green and purple of any shade are really kick-ass together, but now I’m off on a tangent. Back on target.

In addition to the green and purple, the touches of yellow (the complement to purple) and the cyan of her glowing accent make her less of an eyeburner and more of a vivid, spring-colored dragon that brings to mind things like Easter and April flowers. It’s comforting and invigorating and, again, unmarred by needless apparel. She has touches of flair here and there to help bring out hints of a personality and accentuate her natural gorgeousness, and that accent? It seems like it was made for her. It’s so iffy on every other dragon I’ve looked at it on, but she doesn’t seem like she would be the same without it.

Raneer. I know I said that Stella was a standout and that your pretty unnamed Imp was an underused color combination, but Raneer is all of that and thensome. I absolutely love this Imperial boy, and it wouldn’t be completely incorrect to say that he’s probably my favorite in your entire lair, due to just how he’s simultaneously unique and perfectly suiting when compared to everything else in your lair. His color combination is an absolutely wonderful new twist on a popular favorite among folks with darker, more plague-themed lair, taking the stereotypical “zombie” scheme and turning it into something bright, jovial, and fun.

And with the “swampy” hues of moss and spring, no less! Just the use of the proper genes to make them shine managed to take him from potential fodder to a sparkling member of the clan. And because the green is so dark and complementary to red, it makes the cherry on his mane pop in such a satisfying way. God, this boy doesn’t need any attire to dazzle, let me tell you.

I said that saying Raneer was my favorite wouldn’t be completely incorrect, and that’s because it’s a struggle choosing between him and this lovely little Fae in the back of your lair. She seems to be a newcomer, and she is most definitely a star. To have an XYZ dragon whose colors flow together so goddamn perfectly is a thing to behold, with the purple of the radioactive pinstripe moving into the fuchsia of the wings, the black accents of the noxtide lining up wonderfully with the black edges of the peacock, and then the green and cyan of the peacock tying it all right back to that primary. The inclusion of the dark black bits--the feet, the outline of the peacock, the lines on the noxtide--all work to add an extremely pleasing amount of contrast that makes her come across as all the more vivid and eye-catching.

And that’s to say nothing of the design of the gene choices, and how crisp and clean she looks. Bold lines, bright colors, smooth patterns. To top it off, she has big, beautiful Arcane eyes that are every bit as intense as the rest of her. She’s a beauty, and I cannot wait to see what you do with her!

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theglguidetowebcomics · 5 years

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The Webcomic Graveyard

There are plenty of amazing comics on the internet, but for every good one there seems to be 3 abandoned ones. You never know when one of your favourite comics will be dropped or even simply deleted, and if you’ve read a few webcomics it’s probably happened to you a few times. But, even if unfinished they’re interesting in their own way. So, why not take a short look at some these dead webcomics?

Firstly, the biggest problem with unearthing abandoned comics is they’re quite difficult to find, especially if they’re from the 2000′s or even early 2010′s. Because if they’re old, abandoned and on the internet, the lists that featured them or even the comics themselves can be long gone in hosting archives or lost with the domain, which isn’t a bad thing. They’re dead comics. But if I’m trying to find those neon coloured wonky lined GL stories where Amazons hang out; Main characters abruptly die in flames while everyone gives up on the quest in act 1; or love interests fly around knocking out angsty protagonists with alien comets left right and centre… Digging up the remains of some of these is going to be a challenge.

But that being said, let’s have a look at some of the good, the bad, and the tragic of abandoned WLW webcomics. And let’s see if digging these up is as fun as I thought.

Roxie and the Magic Taco

Years: 2015 - 2017 Pages: 114 Reason: Unexplained

First of all, of course there’s a GL comic about a magic taco. Second of all, what a title. This comic is all kinds of weird. it’s art style is painfully 2000′s with the grey shading, gradient backgrounds, geometric yet empty landscapes, and pixelated line work. And this was presumably made in 2015. Everything about this feels and looks like a competent 2000′s comic (minus the furries), but by far the weirdest thing about this comic was that even if I read it twice a while ago, I had NO idea I had only ever read a third of it until a researched it for this list. It went on a small hiatus in the start of 2016 posting a small how it was made list instead of a page which sent you to another part of the website if you clicked on it, so there was a whole year after that update which I had never read because I kept getting stuck on that damn update page without knowing. So I finally go to finish act 1 of this comic after 3 years, and man, what a page to end on. This comic started out as a small yet surprisingly sweet romance between two characters. Princess a heavily sheltered model(?) who’s father controls her day by the minute, and has lived that way all her life except for the few minutes a day where she takes off all her femme apparel and is allowed to wander around due to a lenient body guard. Think a reverse Hannah Montana if Hannah Monatana was secretly a butchy punk lesbian. And Roxie the stuck in the dead end job for 4 years cashier, who works for an insane grandpa who talks to a “Magic Taco” and has a huge crush on the supermodel princess, well, at least her celebrity persona. And the characters are weirdly… interesting. The plot as batshit as it is is alright, there’s clear conflicts for the characters and the twist before the comic ended revealed the “magic taco” actually existing? There’s definitley a few cons to it too, the art is awkward at times, The backgrounds are weird, and there feels like there’s something missing in the story. But weirdly enough, I still kinda want to know what happens next. But with what comes next though act I wrapped up on the 23rd of April 2017 with a message saying it would update again in June the same year. It never did. No more updates. No hiatus notices. Just an empty Tumblr, Facebook page, and badly designed website. Apparently act 2 had already been written, so who knows the story behind that one. An orphaned series.

Amazoness!

Years: 2007 - 2010 Pages: unobtainable Reason: Unknown/unobtainable

Alright, we’ve finally come across a comic that’s domain has been deleted (most likely due to the bills on the domain not being paid for a few years) and subsequently has had it’s entire archive destroyed (bar a few blurry Jpegs floating around). So information about this one is going to have to rely on what I can remember from 5 years ago. So… Buckle up, let’s horribly stumble through this one! If Roxie and the Magic Taco felt like a little like 2000′s comic Amazoness! by comparison eat’s and breaths 2000′s. From the early anime influences, bold colours, and ms paint vibes coming from every pore (not that ms paint is inherently bad. More that i’s used particularly). And, I swear, every abandoned comic has a bizarre premise and plot. So what is the plot? Good question. I’m not entirely sure myself. Amazoness! is set in 559 BC in a fictional Amazonian empire. Think wonder woman but ms paint, a little anime, and a whole lot more lesbian. They live in a women only empire with a giant infamous army, and generally despise men, which makes finding husbands difficult, they’re also basically all lesbians, which makes finding a husband very difficult. Enter the main character (Left in the panels provided), she’s small and weak compared to her Amazonian peers, which as the next Queen, is a bit of a problem. So she goes on adventures around the ancient world (and by world I mean Greece before being cancelled). It’s a fantasy story with a lot of the 2000′s brand humour, blandish characters, and weird plot. It’s as 2000′s as it gets. But it did have a lot of standout jokes including the dark brooding Amazonian who was originally an ancient goth accidentally starting modern goth fashion in ancient Greece. There was also possibly a trans character, but being the comic that it was, whether that was their gender or whether they were going to become a cross dresser butt of the joke character is up for debate. Considering it was 2007 I’m not the most optimistic about that bit. All in all though it was the standard 2000′s fantasy comedy genre with some nice jokes, a few starts to some promising romances, a few bludges on some touchy subject material, and pretty forgettable art. Who knew what this comic would have become, as a young teen I wanted to find out, but now it’s just another orphaned series, lost to time. This is not a series that’s sorely missed, But maybe foggily remembered. Oh well.

Mora and Stima Apei

Years: 2016 - 2017 Episodes: 27 (Including specials + QAs) Reasons: Hiatus. Moving, free time, and starting another comic

What’s this? A webcomic that doesn’t look like it wears baggy jeans, plays snake on a flip phone, and bedazzle tamagotchis in it’s spare time? And I was this close to have a theme here. But, no. Mora and Stima Apei isn’t from the 2000′s or even 2000′s themed. It’s very modern from its story telling, to its art, to the fact that the authors are qualified in relevant fields. And rather than being specifically abandoned it’s been publicly put on hiatus with a notice and reason why. It’s always nice when creators do that. Whether it will actually be completed story though is still anyone’s guess. It’s still a webcomic. The comic however is pretty interesting, the visuals are a little rough at the start but greatly improve later on. The characters are beautifully designed, the colours are thought out, the tone is pretty clear, and the monsters are dark and twisted. And I’m always up for dark and twisted monsters. Con wise though is it’s a little wordy and poetic at times. Which I do understand is a style choice here, but at the same time I very much in the show don’t tell camp with things like this. It doesn’t do that all the time though. Plot wise though the comic is pretty straight forward, a women wakes up, can’t remember who she is, has a rotten arm, a elf lady in the room, and a skull on her head. Why? We haven’t gotten to the why yet. The art later on is gorgeous, and the mystery is enticing. But there isn’t enough yet to get a grasp on how good it will be, it doesn’t use it’s time well. Its not a bad comic though, it’s mystery and art is very well done. But, still can’t tell what it’s going to be from what there is. On the other hand though their newer comic is still coming out (albeit in early pages) and is extremely well done with nice art, visual story telling, and an intriguing plot. So as long as they keep making comics like that, I don’t mind how long this stays on hiatus at all.

#Webcomics #comics #lgbt #Roxie and the magic taco #Amazoness!#Mora and Stima Apei

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As promised, Mamamoo completes their year long project ‘Four Seasons Four Colors’ with the release of their ninth mini album ‘White Wind’ on March 14. ‘Four Seasons Four Colors’ had goals of building up Mamamoo’s artistic repertoire by exploring new sounds that are unexpected of the group. Using seasons and colors for the concept gives the quartet wide range to accomplish these goals. Reviewing the last two mini albums (‘Red Moon’ and ‘Blue;s’) have been awesome, and I felt obliged to post about the final piece of the project.

The concept for this album treats white as the blank canvas for Mamamoo to freely create an array of colors by using the colors they had showcased in the past, conceptually both primary and neon colors. Mamamoo pays homage to their start as they use their bright colors in a modernized way parallel to their jazzy, retro-pop concept of debut. The way they are bolder and cooler with the pop of neon gave me the essence of their previous releases under the primary colors. Even the album cover design used a gradient accent of blue and purple that reminded me of their mini album cover for ‘Purple’ that was released prior to this project, which they first expressed the concept of mixing colors to symbolize a new sound. With all this said and seeing the teasers, I wondered if they were in any way revisiting their old sound.

I’ll be quoting Mamamoo as they gave descriptions of each song in their highlight medley video.

Let’s get to it!

‘White Wind’ Album Art

‘Where R U’

R&B song that expresses the heart fluttering feelings of waiting for a destined lover, as if they’re playing hide-and-seek.

This track took me by surprise by how airy and light the production was. The plucked chords reminded me of strings from the violin family, and the flute synth notes created a refreshing, dreamy sound. If you listen closely during the pre-chorus you can hear xylophones chiming in and it plays as a cute little accent. These parts gave me the feeling that I was probably going to transcend into heaven, but the guitar and the main beat helped balance out the mentioned parts as if to keep listeners grounded. The vocals expressed well about wondering where their future lover is. Although Mamamoo sang lightly, they didn’t sound weak or broken but rather firm. The way the song ended felt abrupt and awkward, only to realize it emphasized the wonder that surrounded the repeated question.

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‘Gogobebe’ (Title Track)

The song uses the ‘jijibee (…)’ from Kim Gunmo‘s ‘Jjanga‘ as a motif for the lyrics and melody. You will be able to see Mamamoo having fun and enjoying themselves without clinging to past loves or things that have happened.

Mamamoo embodies a liberating dance track here. Solar and Hwasa have entrancing control of the refrain as it draws you in and encourages you to continue partying with the group. Wheein delivers her lines in a sassy and chic way that you can forget her soft side. Moonbyul, raps her self-written lines coolly and with ease, and I appreciate her parts had two differing tones. The chorus’ melody reminded me of R&B girl groups of the 1990’s, which gave a different kind of retro vibe (compared to their rookie funky-pop releases). Within the chorus, the line where the members sang in unison gives emphasis to the theme of letting everything go. Yet, I find the theme ironic when the arrangement and production of this song sounded like it was crafted carefully and intricately. I never would have thought the combination of reggaeton and this latin guitar riff would be tasteful. So this is a fun, colorful track that will make you move in any way as you please.

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Check out ‘Jjanga‘ by Kim Gun Mo, who co-composed this track.

‘Waggy‘

Bossanova-style song that tickles your heart like a spring wind, and has witty lyrics. It’s a song that’s like listening to a friend who has fallen in love and can’t hide their heart fluttering excitement.

When the simple instrumentals started playing, I already had good feelings towards this song as it sounded upbeat and sweet. ‘Waggy’ really oozes fluttering affection, perfect for the spring season. The vocals are charming as they sing like a fresh breeze, and bounced to the rhythm like animated springing flowers. Mamamoo’s “beagle” humor could not be avoided as they added cute but subtle animal sounds throughout the song. The trumpet solo was a nice, classy touch that rides along the track’s wholesomeness. This quaint song was a little reminiscent to their similar, but more relaxing bossa nova track called ‘My Hometown’ (2016). It was nice to hear Mamamoo do this style of song again as it reminded listeners of their strength in making something a little old sound new while maintaining their boisterous group personality. You can definitely see this come to life as they performed ‘Waggy’ on music shows as they dressed up in various costumes and finding amusement out of Hwasa’s tsundere attitude.

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‘25‘

…still clumsy at 25, missing her natural, pure younger days while still loving her own self now, a step closer to her dream by maturing strongly.

Since Wheein holds the color and wind symbol for this project, ‘25’ is the album’s obligatory solo track. Knowing her discography, Wheein is usually the one being featured, or has had a rapper feature on her tracks. It was nice to hear Wheein sound relaxed yet her serious effort was still prevalent. Even co-writing this song, ‘25’ gives listeners a chance to hear a personal, introspective side of Wheein. Besides the lyrics, the smoothness and steady groove of this song gives a sense of nostalgia, especially for those who grew up with ‘90s-early 2000s R&B. The simple arrangement of guitar and snap beats didn’t overshadow Wheein’s varying vocals as it expressed genuine gratitude. Mamamoo’s fanbase, or Moomoos, would find this track so obvious in style as they are familiar with her leaning towards R&B and soul. It’s a down-to-earth, chill song which acted as a nice break between the livelier songs throughout the album.

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On the set of ‘You Hee-yeol’s Sketchbook’ .

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‘Bad Bye‘

Pop slash R&B track that ardently expresses the painful feelings of not being able to accept an approaching breakup. As the farewell is too painful and bad, a ‘good bye’ is expressed as ‘bad bye’.

This song started off with sad piano notes and I assumed it would be Mamamoo’s classic pop-ballad like the way they performed on music show “Immortal Songs 2” or their diva-esque ‘I Miss You’ (2016). But the thought was immediately denied when the mid-tempo beat with brief pulsating synth high hats, rain drops as snaps, and deep basses came in. The vocals are strong throughout the song, even at their lowest, softest parts. The melody sounded distressing and reminiscent (again) of old-school pop slash R&B tracks of the early millennium. The arrangement briefly alters during Moonbyu’s first rap part, and I thought it was interesting how dark it felt. Overall, listeners can belt out their heartache with some rhythm and soul.

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‘My star‘

It expresses ‘You are my star’ to someone who can’t be compared to anyone else. The heavy bass and trendy beat hit you powerfully.

A few seconds of the intro created a dramatic mood. Mamamoo is definitely right when they say that this song hits you hard, especially since the heavy bass drives the song. To match the heavy bass’ booming energy, the vocals had to sound mighty and confident as well. Solar’s tone fits perfectly for this, and Hwasa’s raspiness added some texture as it stands out more when reaching for those loud, high notes. The rap sounded gritty and flowed rhythmically well even though it was so brief. I kind of expected the bridge to be totally toned down, but there were spurts of the resonant notes (in the background) that tells me the energy was not going to be halted at any time. Kudos to Wheein who sprinkles the ending chorus with her falsettos. This song was very enjoyable and can uplift one’s mood.

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‘4season (Outro)‘

It’s a song that brings Mamamoo’s ‘Four Seasons Four Color’ project into one. It has lyrics about each of the album themes, ‘moon, wind, flower, and sun’

This definitely ties up the ‘Four Seasons Four Colors’ project nicely. The arrangement felt warm and laid back, and it had me reminiscing of what Mamamoo tried to prove with this project for the past year. It’s parallel to their song ‘Paint Me’, but instead of talking about the colors they mention each season. Like how Mamamoo has described in their highlight medley, the outro encourages listeners and fans alike to continue on making memories with the group, which implied that just because the project is over, does not mean their musical ventures end.

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Promoting to vote on M Countdown.

Promoting on Music Bank.

‘White Wind’ for the majority of the album reached the retro vibes in a way I did not expect. Rather than the funk and blues similar in their debut, Mamamoo took elements of 90s-2000s R&B pop and showed a more modernized confidence. It is a unique take of fusing old trends with the current trends of programmed music. I mostly enjoyed the diverse beats and production of this album, thanks to the magic provided by Cosmic Girl, and Rainbow Bridge World’s Cosmic Sound, Park Soo Wang, and hit maker CEO Kim Do Hoon. They were able to provide clean, vibrant backdrops while keeping Mamamoo’s vocals shining upfront. This EP also compiled the gists of previous albums: the freshness of spring like ‘Yellow Flower’, the bold and daring like ‘Red Moon’, and the chicness like ‘Blue;s’. Mixing these sounds gave Mamamoo more to paint with and it has produced vivid and entertaining tunes for any kind of listeners.

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The Webcomic Graveyard

Firstly, the biggest problem with unearthing abandoned comics is they’re quite difficult to find, especially if they’re from the 2000′s or even early 2010′s. Because if they’re old, abandoned and on the internet, the lists that featured them or even the comics themselves can be long gone in hosting archives or lost with the domain, which isn’t a bad thing. They’re dead comics. But if I’m trying to find those neon coloured wonky lined GL stories where Amazons hang out; Main characters abruptly die in flames while everyone gives up on the quest in act 1; or love interests fly around knocking out angsty protagonists with alien comets left right and centre... Digging up the remains of some of these is going to be a challenge.

But that being said, let’s have a look at some of the good, the bad, and the tragic of abandoned WLW webcomics. And let’s see if digging these up is as fun as I thought.

Roxie and the Magic Taco

Years: 2015 - 2017 Pages: 114 Reason: Unexplained

First of all, of course there’s a GL comic about a magic taco. Second of all, what a title. This comic is all kinds of weird. it’s art style is painfully 2000′s with the grey shading, gradient backgrounds, geometric yet empty landscapes, and pixelated line work. And this was presumably made in 2015. Everything about this feels and looks like a competent 2000′s comic (minus the furries), but by far the weirdest thing about this comic was that even if I read it twice a while ago, I had NO idea I had only ever read a third of it until a researched it for this list. It went on a small hiatus in the start of 2016 posting a small how it was made list instead of a page which sent you to another part of the website if you clicked on it, so there was a whole year after that update which I had never read because I kept getting stuck on that damn update page without knowing. So I finally go to finish act 1 of this comic after 3 years, and man, what a page to end on. This comic started out as a small yet surprisingly sweet romance between two characters. Princess a heavily sheltered model(?) who’s father controls her day by the minute, and has lived that way all her life except for the few minutes a day where she takes off all her femme apparel and is allowed to wander around due to a lenient body guard. Think a reverse Hannah Montana if Hannah Monatana was secretly a butchy punk lesbian. And Roxie the stuck in the dead end job for 4 years cashier, who works for an insane grandpa who talks to a “Magic Taco” and has a huge crush on the supermodel princess, well, at least her celebrity persona. And the characters are weirdly... interesting. The plot as batshit as it is is alright, there’s clear conflicts for the characters and the twist before the comic ended revealed the “magic taco” actually existing? There’s definitley a few cons to it too, the art is awkward at times, The backgrounds are weird, and there feels like there’s something missing in the story. But weirdly enough, I still kinda want to know what happens next. But with what comes next though act I wrapped up on the 23rd of April 2017 with a message saying it would update again in June the same year. It never did. No more updates. No hiatus notices. Just an empty Tumblr, Facebook page, and badly designed website. Apparently act 2 had already been written, so who knows the story behind that one. An orphaned series.

Amazoness!

Years: 2007 - 2010 Pages: unobtainable Reason: Unknown/unobtainable

Alright, we’ve finally come across a comic that’s domain has been deleted (most likely due to the bills on the domain not being paid for a few years) and subsequently has had it’s entire archive destroyed (bar a few blurry Jpegs floating around). So information about this one is going to have to rely on what I can remember from 5 years ago. So... Buckle up, let’s horribly stumble through this one! If Roxie and the Magic Taco felt like a little like 2000′s comic Amazoness! by comparison eat’s and breaths 2000′s. From the early anime influences, bold colours, and ms paint vibes coming from every pore (not that ms paint is inherently bad. More that i’s used particularly). And, I swear, every abandoned comic has a bizarre premise and plot. So what is the plot? Good question. I’m not entirely sure myself. Amazoness! is set in 559 BC in a fictional Amazonian empire. Think wonder woman but ms paint, a little anime, and a whole lot more lesbian. They live in a women only empire with a giant infamous army, and generally despise men, which makes finding husbands difficult, they’re also basically all lesbians, which makes finding a husband very difficult. Enter the main character (Left in the panels provided), she’s small and weak compared to her Amazonian peers, which as the next Queen, is a bit of a problem. So she goes on adventures around the ancient world (and by world I mean Greece before being cancelled). It’s a fantasy story with a lot of the 2000′s brand humour, blandish characters, and weird plot. It’s as 2000′s as it gets. But it did have a lot of standout jokes including the dark brooding Amazonian who was originally an ancient goth accidentally starting modern goth fashion in ancient Greece. There was also possibly a trans character, but being the comic that it was, whether that was their gender or whether they were going to become a cross dresser butt of the joke character is up for debate. Considering it was 2007 I’m not the most optimistic about that bit. All in all though it was the standard 2000′s fantasy comedy genre with some nice jokes, a few starts to some promising romances, a few bludges on some touchy subject material, and pretty forgettable art. Who knew what this comic would have become, as a young teen I wanted to find out, but now it’s just another orphaned series, lost to time. This is not a series that’s sorely missed, But maybe foggily remembered. Oh well.

Mora and Stima Apei

Years: 2016 - 2017 Episodes: 27 (Including specials + QAs) Reasons: Hiatus. Moving, free time, and starting another comic

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With me - chap 4

Alright, Tetsurou is not going to lie. Things are a little weird now. If he is completely honest, it’s entirely coming from him. Kei has been normal. He’s followed all his routines, his life unchanged. It makes sense—Kei always knew he was living with a ghost. There were no surprises on his end. The problem is Tetsurou.

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Pairing: KuroTsuki Rating: M Chaps: 4/? (May change in the future) Additional Tags: Ghost!Kuroo, Haunted!Tsukishima, Tiniest bit of crack, Future angst

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Alright, Tetsurou is not going to lie. Things are a little weird now.

If he is completely honest, it’s entirely coming from him. Kei has been normal. He’s followed all his routines, his life unchanged. It makes sense—Kei always knew he was living with a ghost. There were no surprises on his end.

The problem is Tetsurou. He can admit when he’s out of his depth and right now it’s like he’s treading the deeper end of a bottomless pool. He’s not used to actually having to live with someone instead of just...floating around them while they live their life. Being a commentator.

Uhm, singing at three in the morning when he needs to drown out everything else? Not happening, not when he knows that Kei can listen to him and that he has a full day tomorrow. No more slamming things against the walls because what kind of roommate would Tetsurou be if he did loud random shit in the middle of the night?

Tetsurou can’t act the same now that he knows there’s an audience watching. Not when the audience would probably like some space and privacy. To not have this weird undead creep following him around his apartment. Boundaries are important in every relationship, right?

He’s trying to find where those boundaries lie and it’s proving to be a little more complicated than he expected.

Last time he was an actual roommate things were a little different. His last roommates were not the usual. He was alive and they were a family, a big, happy family where food was fair game—even if licked—and people walked into the bathroom while you were showering for no good reason other than they wanted to have a chat.

There’s also the whole _ ‘I’ve been watching you live your life and commenting on the sidelines and you could hear all of it’ _ awkwardness that makes him unsure of how _ Tetsurou _ he can get with Kei before making it weird. Or if it’s already weird.

It’s _ probably _already weird.

It’s been around a week and some change since Kei called him out for being a creep. Instead of getting his rocks off, floating about like a headless chicken doing whatever he wants and invading on Kei’s personal life, he’s taken to—dare he say it—sulking and skulking about the house like a morose cat. Slinking from corner to corner without making a sound, turning his head to Kei’s comings and goings to make up for all previous nonsense spouted. It’s somehow worse than when previous tenants couldn’t see him. Lonelier. It eats at him, a little.

Tetsurou had it pretty good with Kei before he went and messed it up.

He contemplates this, among other things, when Kei walks into the room. He does so quietly, ready for the day. He wears the most ill-fitting, vomit-colored pants accompanied by a bright red shirt. Really bright. Too bright for whatever it is that clings to Kei’s beautiful legs. It’s paired with Christmas green socks with neon blue specks, and Tetsurou feels his hypothetical stomach lurch.

Beyond the bizarre color choices, Kei’s face is stone. It gives nothing away as he gathers his things around the room at an easy pace, parading his buffoon choices to the jury. Tetsurou is about to say something kind along the lines of _those pants make your ass look miniscule _or _don’t underplay your ass-ets _before he catches himself and closes his big, fat unsolicited mouth.

Bad Tetsurou.

No more commenting on Kei’s body, no matter how incredibly awful a pair of pants is. Or how badly they clash with the shirt. And his socks. Please, not those shoes.

_ For the love of anything holy, please— _

A fully dressed Kei stands still in the middle of the room. Tetsurou doesn’t dare open his mouth, afraid of what might come out. He stares, heavily. He stares and stares and stares, unable to look away or end it all with a few choice words.

Minutes pass, and he doesn’t comment. Kei looks at him angrily, does the most graceful and discreet stomp Tetsurou has ever seen. The door slams after Kei and the outfit he’s inflicting on the world, loud in the wake of Tetsurou’s pursed-lip and all things he’s left unsaid.

Dawn slowly melts in, soaking every inch of the room a hazy gray. It won’t be long until the floorboards are shining gold, dust dancing up and down the beams of new sun. Tetsurou is unaffected by temperature. Being a ghost is permeated by a constant and permanent chill snaking up his spine. Still, he likes this time of the morning, unaware as he is to the drop in temperature before daylight warms people up enough to start their day.

Quiet reigns in this piece of time, enough for the clambering of the pipes to become a symphony and the rush of the wind against the glass a soft voice accompanying it.

It will break, soon, with Kei’s alarm. Until then, Tetsurou basks in it. Before, when he was utterly alone and unmoving in a world speeding by, this time of day was the worst. The last desperate stretch before he could listen and stare at people go about their day. Now, he can enjoy the silence of his own company with more ease. He loses himself in it, in the slow and steady gradient of light framed by the window, in the swaying branches of the tree just outside, and tries to remember.

“Good morning.”

Tetsurou forgets, for a moment, that someone talks to him now and he jumps. His form fizzes out for a second, glitching into the line that runs through the wall, before settling back. Kei is so fucking quiet for someone his size. It’s eerie, and it catches Tetsurou off guard.

“_God fucking shit damn it _ ! Could you not sneak up on me!?” Tetsurou shrieks. “Make some noise, _ I’m _ supposed to be the ghost here!”

He clutches at his chest, a reflex from an earlier life, and tries to come to terms with the fact that besides testing his theory of ghost being unable of getting heart attacks, this means Kei is winning.

“Oh,” Kei’s icy voice says, “So you _ can _talk to me.”

The tone catches Tetsurou off-guard more than anything else. Hoarse, like Kei’s voice usually is in the morning, laced with something frigid and sharp. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I’m just surprised that I’m here and you haven’t vanished into thin air yet.” Kei nonchalantly leans against the frame of the bathroom door. “Or stared while saying absolutely nothing.”

Dread climbs Tetsurou’s back. “What.”

“You—” Kei points at him—“have been walking on eggshells around me.”

“I don’t walk anywhere,” Tetsurou points at his legs, at how he floats above the carpet, “I hover.”

Kei’s face scrunches up at Tetsurou’s lip, expression caught between a glare and a grimace. The glare wins out and Kei’s stomps to the edge of the couch. He grabs a cushion and throws it square at Tetsurou’s middle. “What is wrong with you?”

Kei throws it like he means it. Tetsurou feels all the force behind those skinny looking arms where his gut used to be. There’s the feeling of fabric, and foam and _ weird _ rippling from his middle and climbing up his body.

”Just act like you usually do. Stop being weird.”

Tetsurou opens his mouth to protest but Kei is faster, grabbing another cushion and wagging it threateningly before his alarm goes off in his hand. ”I’m going to miss my class if I don’t get ready. Stop it,” he says, promptly drops the cushion and walks his behind to the bathroom, door clicking shut softly.

Tetsurou stands there, hovering. He hovers over the same spot, eyes fixated on the door until Kei comes out after an undetermined (That’s a lie, Kei takes an average of 24 minutes to get ready. Tetsurou has counted and done the math) amount of time later. His hair is slicked back, still wet and dripping onto his bare shoulders, and there’s a towel tight around his waist.

He’s all cool and aloof when he says, “Have you stopped it?”

Just like that. Like he’s some sort of fancy lord in a period piece. Not only is it unexpected, Tetsurou feels kind of insulted. Patronized. As if he’s a child throwing a tantrum over something insignificant. “I was trying to be nice.”

There’s bite to it, and some poutyness—and he sounds exactly like a petulant toddler with advanced talking skills, great.

Kei levels eyes with him, saying nothing. It gives Tetsurou the heebie-jeebies. Kei is looking right through him, through whatever ectoplasm gives him shape. He nods, once and leaves. Tetsurou follows after Kei prompts him with a second glare.

Inside Kei’s bedroom—which Tetsurou has not hovered in once since ‘The Incident,’ might he add—there’s, as usual, clothes laid out on the bed. Kei pulls two shirts from the bed and holds them up. “Which one?”

Tetsurou doesn’t say anything, a teensy bit distracted by the way Kei’s arms look when the droplets from his shoulders run down his bicep and onto the bed.

Kei huffs, once, and rolls his eyes. “Which. One.”

It’s a peace offering. Veiled underneath horribly impaling couch cushions and aggression but there nonetheless, worry that Tetsurou is being _ weird. _Kei’s life with a ghost trailing behind him and telling him what to wear is his normal, and Tetsurou is disrupting it by being dumb.

Maybe… it’s doable.

Tetsurou can do this.

“Obviously the red one. Step up your game. What coat are you wearing over that? If you say the blue one I will screech until your ears don’t exist anymore.”

The door clicks open at his back, Tetsurou’s attention snapping at the sound. He is too engrossed in a _ How It’s Made _ marathon to feel Kei’s signature energy latch on to the web that runs through the apartment. It’s becoming familiar to him now, the outpour starting to blend in with the walls and the floor, the bed and the stove.

What’s new is that there isn’t an immediate feeling of otherness adding to the web of strings as he sets a foot inside, so Tetsurou’s head turns around to stare at Kei taking off his shoes at the door. Kei looks up and freezes, foot slowly descending to the ground.

“Hi,” Tetsurou says casually, welcoming him home.

Kei’s face pinches. He looks like he’s in so much pain, the way his face twists when there’s something is too sour on his tongue. When his face unclenches, he says, “Why are you like this?”

Tetsurou doesn’t get it until he realizes how he must look hanging from the ceiling, head rotated to a full one-eighty. He shrugs. “Uhhh, I don’t know, maybe because I’m like—dead?”

Kei stomps off with mutters of ‘_ fuck this The Exorcist bullshit.’ _ It’s less than half-an-hour before Kei is sitting below him, hypnotized by the machine that sharpens pencils before they go in the box with a bowl of strawberries between his thighs.

Before going to bed, Kei has some tea. He’s like an old man, putting leaves and little white flowers whole into cloths to boil them. He adds sweetness and—behold!— his bedtime drink. It’s kind of cute how someone as old as Kei still has a little warm drink before bed.

He prepares it carefully. It’s an event of sorts, him setting everything on the counter neatly before setting the kettle to boil. He listens to music as he does it, every night, humming along to tunes only he can hear.

It’s fascinating. “Can I ask you something?”

Kei doesn’t look away from his soon to be boiled leaf arrangement. “Is it going to be annoying?”

“No.”

“Would you still ask if it were?”

“Yes,” Kuroo answers honestly.

Kei nods and closes the cloth with the string attached to it. It seems like a drag to have to tie all of together painstakingly and then have to clean it out every single time, but Kei carries on. Tonight’s plants of choice are chamomile and mint. After he’s tied the string around the cloth several times, he agrees with a wave of his hand, “Ask away.”

“Why do you wear headphones inside the house? Like, outside I get. You don’t want people to talk to you. But in your room?”

Kei blinks at him in confusion, making Tetsurou feel dumb as fuck. “Aren't you watching your shows?”

That clears up nothing. “Yes?”

Kei is still looking at him like the answers is written on his forehead. Like Tetsurou should know this because it’s so fucking obvious and—oh!

“Yes. Yes, I am,” he bullshits, unsuccessfully.

Kei goes about his business in the kitchen, humming to himself under his breath. Completing his archaic tea-making progress is as usual, all the way until he’s pouring some honey on the steaming cup. When he’s done, he exits the room like it’s no big deal that Tetsurou is such an absolute idiot, leaving him to float in the middle of the room, unanchored.

Tetsurou watches his novelas at full volume. Kei doesn’t want to disrupt him by playing his music out loud because he’s the only one who _ can _ wear headphones in this household.

Tetsurou starts to shake a tad. Just enough for his form to rock back and forth an inch or so. Has Kei always been like this? A sweet kid underneath all that not-sweetness that mocks Tetsurou on a daily basis?

He’s so… nice.

In a quiet, unobtrusive way. Like he’s pretending he’s not, all hard edges and steel nerves that don’t get scared at all by anything, even a ghost waking him up in the middle of the night. All evidence proves otherwise.

Other than the fact that his nose scrunches at Tetsurou’s type of entertainment, he’s perfect. What if Kei never decided to live there? What if he had taken one look inside and decided no amount of reduced pricing could make him share his apartment with a ghost?

Tetsurou shudders just thinking about it.

He’s so glad Kei decided to stay.

One could say their kitchen is small.

It’s not the biggest and it’s a little cramped, but it gets the job done. The white cabinets aren’t all that brilliant white anymore and sometimes the stove has this weird whirring sound that goes on and off randomly. Kei keeps it cleaner than any other tenant that’s lived there, down to the neatly organized insides of the cabinets, piles, and stacks of similar ingredients and cans peeking out. The doors used to squeak but Kei oiled them after a couple of weeks of futilely trying to stare them down into submission.

Soft, delicate sounds accompanied by a deep bass float through the room around them, loud enough to be heard but not enough to dull the sound of Kei’s movements. He’s chopping carrots in his pajamas, hand steady. Every swing of his wrist builds a rhythm when metal meets wood. _ Thunk, thunk, thunk, _merges with the beats of the song in a steady lull.

Kei actually cooks most of his meals, not at all instant ramen and scrambled eggs, as one might assume of a young adult living alone. Tonight is curry, in quantities enough to feed maybe five or six. Tsukki divides it into 10 portions. He needs to eat more, he’s still growing.

Tetsurou hums, looking at Kei’s plate with pity. “You eat so little. Like a baby bird.”

Kei points the knife at him, “Don’t you ever say that to me again.”

They fall back into pleasant silence, Tetsurou entranced by the repetitive motions of Kei’s hands.

Kei is a pretty good cook. The shiny white rice cooker is used often, and the spice rack is supremely well stocked. This also means Kei has a shopping list on the fridge, a small magnetic dry erase board and marker. Black lines now show a wobbly apple, a clown, and a dick, courtesy of Tetsurou. They stand there is silence, Tetsuro more than content to just watch Kei’s hands move around confidently.

“So how _ did _you die?”

Tetsurou isn't expecting it and the pieces of carrot he’s making float fall ungraciously back on the cutting board. Kei’s tone is casual as if asking about the weather or what happened in the novela yesterday. The lack of build up catches Tetsurou by surprise.

He’s a deer caught in the proverbial headlights, mum and wide eyes. He shakes himself out of it but the chill that surrounds him drops enough for Kei’s arms to go prickly with goosebumps.

Tetsurou chuckles, awkwardly, and pretends he doesn’t see it. He’s not doing a very good job. “Tell you what, tell me how you can see ghosts and I’ll spill. Show you mine if you show me yours.” He ends his sentence with a wiggle of his eyebrow, not particularly wanting Kei to agree. This is a conversation he’s not dying–_ ha, ha _—to have any time soon, if ever.

Kei says nothing. He’s too focused on his hairs standing on end thanks to Tetsurou’s spike of fear, and the distorted sounds of the music behind them. The bass is choking and the voice that goes with it is a siren, slowly but surely grabbing Tetsurou’s windpipe and squeezing. _ I thought ghosts couldn’t die? _

Kei is staring into him again, in that way of his. He’s nothing but a trapped bug to be dissected and placed in glass for eternity, Kei’s hand holding the pin at the ready.

Then, it stops. Kei’s eyes stop the hunt, and the corner of his lips curl in a smile that is just as small as it is sardonic. The chopping starts again, then stops. He picks up a chunk of carrot, holds it up. Buries his gaze on Tetsurou head on.

“I’ll tell you what I told the creepy old dude in the park that said that to me last: Fuck off,” and takes a bite.

Tetsurou replays that moment in his head over and over, when the night is his.

The wind howls and the trees shake, and he sees Kei’s smile in his mind’s eye a million times over. Sadness pulls at him, something like hurt lancing through the memory. It makes him sad but brings with it the sort comfort only to be found in understanding. In a similar soul.

_ Me too, _ it said. _ I know ache, too. Keep quiet, keep your pain as your own, if you wish. _

So, he does.

Tetsurou thinks of it, and of before, and stares at the moon while Kei sleeps.

They both pretend nothing’s happened the next day. It fills Tetsurou with relief. Things go back to normal. It won’t last, but Tetsurou is going to enjoy every second of it.

Beige walls glow blue with moonlight streaming in through the open window, occasional gusts of wind howling against the glass. Kei is snoring under his covers, blankets wrapped around him here and there from his usual thrashing around. Tetsurou is on a mission. He hovers above him, careful not to touch anything but the pillow Kei’s head rests on.

Inches away from Kei’s head, he causes the pillow underneath his head to jerk violently.

“Fu—”

Tetsurou gets right down to business. "Alright. I need to know. The socks."

"Wha?"

"The socks."

Kei blinks rapidly. He’s disoriented, it shows, but Tetsurou is burning with questions after witnessing three new pairs in the laundry basket. Kei tries, looking around to the room to see any danger looming. "Do I need my glasses for this? Is something going on?"

"No, everything is fine.” Everything except Tetsurou’s burning need for knowledge. “Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why the socks!"

Kei stares a little past his face, squinting. Kei can’t see very well without his glasses and the low light probably isn’t helping. After thinking it for a bit he settles on an adorably sleepy, "My feet get cold?"

Now Tetsurou feels like a jerk. He’s such a terrible not-human. "That's not—Just go back to sleep."

"Thank fuck. Get out of my room, pervert."

There it is. The Kei he knows.

"How can you be so mean?"

"I'm not the one ranting about socks at three in the morning and waking up people who still need to sleep."

It’s pinned in place with thumbtacks, tiny points stabbing the wood. They keep the cliché looking protection circle tacked on to the door of Kei’s bedroom.

Tetsurou laughed when Kei ripped open the package to pull out something that looks like it belongs to you neighborhood alternative teenage girl going through her witch phase.

The fabric is purple, the lettering gold, and much to Tetsurou’s dismay… it’s working, disrupting the flow of energy and keeping it contained to the room, keeping Tetsurou out. The rest of the apartment is nipping at him from where the current is cut off at the door, overflow coming back in to rise the usual output and making Tetsurou jittery.

"Where would you even get something like this!?”

Kei doesn’t even bother on looking up from his book. "Etsy."

He eventually—after a lot Tetsurou’s pleading and a glitch or two caused by the energy feedback—takes it down with the promise that Tetsurou will not wake him up anymore unless there is an emergency.

“And by emergency,” Kei spells out, “I mean that if I am not awake someone is either already dying or going to die. Only.”

“What if there’s a rat?”

If there’s a rat, surely, Kei would wanna know.

“Is someone dead?”

Tetsurou’s hand waves over him.“Uhm, always?”

“Anyone who isn’t you,” Kei snaps. “Asleep.”

_ “Quien es ese hombre, que me mira y me desnuda, una fiera inquieta que me da mil vueltas y me hace temblar pero me hace sentir–” _ Tetsurou twirls, singing from deep in his fake gut. Kei stares at him, dawn rising behind him and haloing him in yellow light. His eyes are dead_. “Mujeeeeeeeer.” _

Tetsurou serenades him, belting out the song with feeling, letting his voice rise with the beginning of a new day._ “Nadie me lo quita! Siempre seré yo su— _Where are you going?”

“To google how to exorcise a ghost.”

Tetsurou can’t feel the heat of the rays hitting his body. The floor doesn’t feel as much of anything underneath him either. Still, stretching out in front of the window is one of his favorite things to do when it’s a sunny day outside.

Temperature means nothing to him, so any heat derived from the rays is null, but the sun delivers a specific type of energy. It charges the webs and strings and lines that it’s rays hit with something that makes the apartment throb with life. It’s clean and fresh, vibrant and alive.

Tetsurou sinks into it, connecting with it where it hits the floor through the open window. The point of contact is where it’s the strongest, bleeding to the rest of the apartment slowly. It’s not the only point where the rays converge with the steady pulse of the apartment; The stray light that hits the couch, the sliver of gold that reflects off the metal of the stove and is refracted into smaller, weaker spots all over the ceiling, all of them hum with that soft vibration.

It’s…. Invigorating, bringing out something in him that buzzes and pulses all over his entity. When he’s been charging for too long it’ll spill over his form and onto the web underneath him, connecting them further. He’ll be jumpy and bubbly, and sometimes it’s too much for him to handle before sunset.

Night comes and the moon fades in with peace, pushing and pulling at the currents that reside inside of everyone until there’s only soft rocking and calm.

Humans—alive humans, he means— feel it too, the water and oceans inside of them responding to the connection to the moon without knowing. The sun, too, but that one is easier for them to see in their vitamins and their color. Too much sun is much more obvious, like in the way Kei’s cheeks flush and the top of his shoulders go pink on a very sunny day.

There’s a perfect measure of them, balance in its purest form, like dipping in the essence of the universe itself. He feeds on both when he can, praying for clear skies without the barrier of clouds to muddle it. It’s why he hates overcast days, it’s neither here nor there, not enough to reach his little piece of world—tepid.

(Tetsurou wonders if vampires feel that gnawing ache inside, cast aside by the sun, an eternal life filled with too much of one and not the other; if the damned part of that existence is a forever lived in unbalance. But then again, vampires might not exist. He hopes they don’t, if that’s the case.)

Tetsurou is so immensely glad that Kei likes having natural light flowing in, that he seeks the soft rolling breeze and the way it makes everything he can’t see stir, keeping it in motion. Tetsurou had to fight to keep the drapes open enough for his liking before.

Noon has hit its peak, the sun streaming in with force, keeping Tetsurou anchored to his spot by the window. He stretches, the buzzing flaring and evening out throughout his body. “If I ever come back, I want to be a cat. Laze around in the sunlight all day, do nothing but sleep.”

“So exactly what you do now,” Kei quips, not looking away from his book.

They’re having a lazy day. Kei’s taken to be around where Tetsurou is, when the sun is high and the rain hits hard enough for Tetsurou to feel it beyond the stray drops crashing against the window panes. Maybe Kei can feel it with his powers too, the connection. He still doesn’t know how that works, but he’s not eager to push where he’s not wanted right now.

“I take offense to that. I write your shopping list,” Tetsurou huffs, unbothered. Ghosts can’t sleep, anyway. He’s buzzing, alive and full and drunk. Before he can think better of it he says, “You know what I miss? Dreams.”

Kei goes stock still, his ever swinging leg stopping abruptly.

Tetsurou continues, too full of sun to notice. “ I used to have these crazy dreams and— shit, they scared me, but I miss them.”

Silence breaks between them, odd where it wasn’t before. Tetsurou is half-inclined to believe it’s his fault, but he’s too floaty for it to really register.

“I had a weird dream last night.” Kei’s words are stilted and low. The admission is a rare one, Kei not being all that disposed to sharing information about himself without being questioned. Even then, it’s more likely he’ll ignore the question outright.

Tetsurou is all open ears. “Yeah?”

“I had to fight sheep.”

He chuckles. “That’s not_ that _ weird.”

“The sheep were lime green and had three eyes. And they wore a hat. I think one of them had a sword?”

A giggle burst out of him. That is pretty weird. “How does a sheep wield a sword?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know?”

Kei giggles too, a foreign sound to the walls around them. It spurs Tetsurou on even more until he’s tittering and snorting into the floor. “It’s _ your _subconscious!”

Kei tells him about the sword-wielding lime-green sheep with three eyes, and then about a nightmare he had two days ago that involved a giant pumpkin, and a recurrent dream he’s had since he was six that leaves him floating in pink colored jelly after he accidentally fell into a pool.

Tetsurou buzzes, whether from the sun or from Kei trying to comfort his dreamless life, he doesn’t know.

“What did you do for a living when you were, you know, alive?”

“I was a hairstylist.”

Kei’s cackle is lightning quick and harsh, tapering off into soft sniffles. “That’s funny.”

Tetsurou doesn’t understand. “Why are you laughing?

Kei sobers up quickly, looking lost. “Oh. You’re serious. But—your hair?”

Tetsurou feels himself flush, shaking from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He doesn’t glitch anymore, he’s learned how to handle it better but there’s no way to stop the fizzing running through him.

Still, he sinks into the line to try and stop it by feeding it, popping out in the kitchen to point at Kei from across the room, indignant. “Shut up! I died while I was running, this is not my fault! Fate is a cruel mistress. I can't believe you would come after me like this after all we've been through together—”

Kei has a nice singing voice. He does it without thinking, Tetsurou guesses, matching whatever song is playing through his headphones. His voice has a smoothness to it that lulls Tetsurou into relaxing. More often than not it’ll start as a whisper, inaudible through the walls.

Kei’s leg dangles from the side of the couch. He came home from his study group to find Tetsurou in his usual corner-ceiling spot and, resigned to it, flung himself out face down on the cushions.

A questionable, albeit brave, move considering that couch came with the apartment and Tetsurou has seen… things. He napped, kitten snores filling the space between them, before he woke and started to sing. Tetsurou suspects half-asleep Kei forgot that Tetsurou was in the room entirely and is doing what he usually does when he’s on his own.

Sweet and low, Kei sings. Too mumbled and riddled with sleep to make any sort of sense. Calm washes over him. Not even the ever moving blotches and lines that riddle his vision when he closes his eyes can tear him away from this moment. They dance in front of him, floating in the afternoon sun.

It’s wonderful.

It doesn’t feel as if it should exist.

A mirage, an idea of what some sort of peace he could have in this existence. The thought petrifies him to the core. The spell is broken, and he’s left staring down at blonde hair and a slow rising chest. Any second now, he’ll disappear. Gone with the breeze, dissolving into that golden light.

Tetsurou will be alone again.

It takes seventeen million seconds for Tetsurou to say anything. “Kei?”

Kei’s chest expands with a harsh breath. His form moves and breathes, both ethereal and earthly. He raises his head a tad and pulls down the left side of his headphone. “Hmm?”

Like magic, Kei’s voice anchors him. “Nothing.”

Kei huffs and puts his face back against the cushioned fabric. “Okay, weirdo.”

It takes minutes but Kei starts to sing again, and the fear fades. He’s content. Looking down on to the living room, he can see Kei’s closed eyes and the way his mouth curves around words, entirely real.

The spell comes back, renewed.

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