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wisdomandroyalty · 2 years ago
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Your Guide to Capturing Memories Through Scrapbooking
🎨 Dive into the world of #Scrapbooking! Preserve memories with a creative twist. Uncover unique styles, embrace your creative personality, and craft stunning memory albums. Discover the magic here. ✨ #Scrapbooking #CreativeExpression #WizBlog #Art
Oh, the beautiful world of scrapbooking! There are so many definitions out there, and you might even have your own unique take on it. But let me tell you, amidst all the different meanings, there’s one thing that remains constant – the magical art of preserving memories. It’s like having your very own time capsule filled with precious moments that’ll always bring a smile to your face! Oh, how I…
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pearlprincess02 · 5 months ago
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dating & dates (cancer version)
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cancer: (cancer venus/mars/5th house/7th house)
when dating someone with cancer venus, cancer mars, cancer in the 5th house, and cancer in the 7th house, you're engaging with someone deeply emotional, nurturing, and invested in creating a safe, comforting environment. they crave a relationship rooted in emotional depth and mutual care. with cancer venus love is expressed through tenderness, meaningful gestures, and a desire to protect their partner. cancer mars brings passion tied to emotional security and the need to act in ways that feel aligned with their deep, instinctive nature. the cancer 5th house suggests a preference for heartfelt and creative expressions of romance, with a strong focus on shared joy and emotional connection. meanwhile, cancer in the 7th house means they prioritize harmonious, nurturing partnerships and are drawn to people who appreciate their dedication to love and balance. be patient and genuine with them, as they are easily hurt but equally quick to love with everything they have.
date night ideas
cooking dinner at home together (cancer venus, cancer mars, cancer 5th house, cancer 7th house) a cozy movie night with nostalgic films, a calming spa day or couples' massage (cancer venus, cancer mars) painting pottery or a diy craft date, baking seasonal treats together, a heartfelt poetry or open mic night, exploring a historical site or museum, planting a garden or tending to plants together, making a photo album or scrapbook of shared memories (cancer venus, cancer 5th house) a picnic near a serene lake or river (cancer venus, cancer mars, cancer 5th house) touring an aquarium or botanical garden, taking a scenic drive to reminisce & bond, revisiting a meaningful place together, writing love letters to each other during a quiet evening (cancer venus, cancer 7th house) attending a small, intimate concert or performance (cancer mars, cancer 5th house) stargazing with warm blankets & snacks, volunteering at an animal shelter, camping with a focus on connection & comfort (cancer mars, cancer 7th house) visiting a family-friendly fair or local festival, taking a dance or cooking class as a pair (cancer 5th house, cancer 7th house)
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cancer: (cancer mars/cupido/eros/lust/amor)
with all these placements in cancer, intimacy is deeply emotional, nurturing, and sensual. those with this combination prioritize emotional security and deep connections, making sex a meaningful and immersive experience rather than just a physical act. they crave tenderness, emotional reassurance, and a sense of safety with their partner before fully letting go. their performance is intuitive and responsive, with a natural ability to sense their partner’s needs, making every encounter feel deeply personal and fulfilling. they enjoy slow, sensual exploration, favoring passionate, lingering touches over rushed encounters. sentimentality plays a huge role, as they often attach emotions to physical pleasure, making them prone to nostalgia, romantic gestures, and even a love for familiar settings where they feel most comfortable. while they have a soft, affectionate nature, their desires can be surprisingly intense, particularly when they feel truly safe with someone. cancer mars is passionate but cautious, this placement seeks emotional depth before fully expressing their desires. they love long, intimate sessions filled with soft touches and whispered affirmations, making them highly affectionate lovers. their performance is deeply attuned to their partner’s needs, ensuring an emotionally satisfying experience. cancer cupido is flirtatious and seductive, this placement thrives on emotional buildup and romantic tension. they enjoy the chase and the slow unveiling of desire, preferring subtle, affectionate teasing that heightens anticipation before fully indulging in passion. for cancer eros intimacy is sacred, and they bring an almost worshipful energy to their partner. their desires are deeply emotional, making them crave intense bonding experiences that blur the line between love and lust. their performance is gentle yet deeply passionate, emphasizing connection over technique. cancer lust is sensual and emotionally driven, this placement can have a surprisingly insatiable side when they feel truly safe and cherished. they seek deep, soulful intimacy and may have an affinity for nostalgic or sentimental elements in their experiences, such as music, scents, or specific rituals that enhance their comfort and pleasure. for cancer amor love and sex are inseparable. they need to feel emotionally cherished and valued to fully enjoy intimacy. romantic, slow, and affectionate encounters are their preference, and they take great pleasure in pleasing their partner in a way that strengthens their bond.
kinks you might have
whispered dirty talk (cancer mars, cancer cupido) extended foreplay (cancer mars, cancer eros) edging, breath play, slow & sensual bondage, wet & slippery play, possessive/protective energy (cancer mars, cancer lust) praise & affirmation, soft dom/sub dynamics (cancer mars, cancer amor) voyeuristic teasing, lingerie & soft aesthetic seduction (cancer cupido, cancer eros) romantic roleplay, romantic surprise encounters (cancer cupido, cancer amor) sensory play, temperature play, overstimulation (cancer eros, cancer lust) body worship, nostalgic playlists & atmospheres, deep emotional bonding through intimacy (cancer eros, cancer amor) sensual massage (cancer lust, cancer amor)
all observations are done by me !!! @pearlprincess02
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indiaalphawhiskey · 9 days ago
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Hi, do you believe L and H when they say they’re in the industry just to make good music? A lot of people justify their involvement in PR relationships or other stuff by saying, “that’s what they have to do to keep doing what they love,” but don’t you think that’s a bit naive? Or I don’t know.
Like, I know Harry’s said he just wants to make good music, but his public image is super curated and shaped in a way that clearly helps him sell more. He does massive tours, picks interviews that create award buzz, and in general he’s kind of a money-making machine. So… do you think his real intention is still just making good music?
I hope with all my heart that this is not a serious question and I'm not actually the first person in the entire world to explain to you how business works because I'm a little bit worried about the implications of you having internet access while this seems to be your very first day on planet Earth.
The entertainment industry is, as depicted in its very straightforward name, an industry that is built on an audience being entertained. How is what is entertaining and what isn't actually measured? By the willingness of people to fork over bucketloads of money to be entertained by specific artists.
Thus, all artists who are making their livelihood through their art have to be -- first, foremost and more than anything -- marketable. Saleable. Lucrative. Money-making. Before talent, before beauty, before vision, what gets you signed -- and more importantly retained as an artist -- is your potential to keep making a shit ton of money.
This is why artists who were formerly at the top of their industry get dropped by their labels and management the very second they have scandals or health issues or their potential dips for any reason, because all artists are commodities and are constantly weighed against their promised return on investment. No contract is secure, and so artists, even those at the top of their game, constantly have to prove that they're worth investing in, in order to (now hold onto your hat, cause this is where your mind gets blown) continue to make art that matters to them.
Because being saleable is a prerequisite to having the freedom to create the art you believe in. Those two things aren't mutually exclusive, they're actually cause and effect.
An artist's marketability is literally the only bargaining tool they have to get the big wigs to let them make what they want. That's why One Direction was only allowed to start writing their own songs when Louis fought for that right during Midnight Memories -- because they were literally too lucrative to bulldoze over by that point, and their management and label had to weigh the monetary gains versus losses of potentially pissing them off enough to lose their cooperation completely.
Now, how does an artist prove that they're marketable and lucrative, particularly when they don't have a new album ready to come out yet? By generating press and keeping people interested in them. This shows the big wigs that people still care about them -- will still go to their shows and buy their music and watch their interviews and purchase literally anything remotely tied to their name.
So, yeah. I do actually think that the only bloody reason they're doing all this is because music matters that much to them. Because it's their craft and their art and they love it to the point of being willing to put up with an absolutely abusive industry.
Because, I think you guys have forgotten: these boys are rich rich. Like, own multiple properties around the world rich. Invest in stadiums rich. Buy football teams rich. Have business portfolios that are generating passive income in the millions, literally while they do nothing. So, instead of positioning them as greedy, disingenuous monsters who only want more money and more attention, ask yourselves if they even need to put up with any of this shit to stay rich?
The answer is that they don't. They could retire tomorrow and their investments would keep on rolling. They're set for life. So, if they're putting up with the industry even at that point, doesn't it stand to reason that they just fucking love making music that fucking much?
But hey, it seems like you guys are bending over backwards to prove Louis and Harry are shit people. And to that I say: if that's what you think, why do you even care? If you think they're manufactured robots with not an inch of authenticity to them, why are you even bothering to debate with people who don't agree? You're in charge of where your attention and your money go, and if you're already so convinced they aren't worthy of it... then just don't give it to them?
Trust me dude, they won't notice.
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starillusion13 · 1 year ago
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I NEED AN POLY!ATEEZ IMAGINE OF THIS PLSS.
SURPRISE!
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Pairing: Ateez!ot8 x f!reader
Genre: fluff, birthday au, slice of life
W.C: 3.2k. Network: @k-vanity
Warnings: none (just a little bit sad in the beginning coz of missing your loved ones and then sweet love afterwards)
🎀>.<🎀
You pouted and sighed for the nth time this day. Changing the channels and not getting interested in any of the shows, you decided to consume time in your bedroom for the day. There should be some reason for you to be excited for the upcoming day --- tomorrow, but you found yourself blank with no visible emotion. Just a lost soul roaming around the grand house.
They are busy.
That's the only thought storming inside your head.
You sat by your window, observing the raindrops as they meandered down the glass pane in a melancholic dance. The day before your birthday, and the gloomy sky mirrored your despondent mood. Your boyfriends were away on a business trip and the void left by their absence was palpable.
That evening, wrapped in a plush blanket, you settled on the couch to watch a beloved film, the one you often enjoyed together. As the familiar scenes played out, you could almost hear their laughter and feel their presence beside you, offering solace.
Memories of past birthdays spent together flooded your mind—how Wooyoung would always bake you a cake, even though it was often a little lopsided, and how Jongho would serenade you with a song he wrote just for you. Oh! Hongjoong would definitely leave everything just to spoil you with his money and that's him to spend his money on your favorite things.
Seonghwa would change your whole wardrobe until your next year's birthday. Yeosang would be the one to spend the whole day cuddling with you and San would get you dressed up in a style, during daytime and in a different one during night. Mingi would book a whole new place to celebrate your birthday during evening till night and well, your big man Yunho would definitely treat you like a princess and he as your personal butler.
But this year, the silence was deafening, and the loneliness gnawed at your heart.
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The following morning, you awoke to the sun's rays infiltrating the room.
It's your birthday.
Warm sunlight peeking inside your room and the birds chirping made you groan lightly and you turned around to stretch your limbs and hands but again you quickly grabbed your body pillow and hugged it, whispering to yourself, 'Happy Birthday, y/n.'
No comfort, no hug, no morning kisses, no surprises... you opened your eyes only to be greeted by no one in sight. No smiling faces.
An empty room and a heavy silence.
Even though you knew they were not awake at this time in that country, you still decided to check a single notification from them. None. Switching off the screen, your head again hit the mattress and you sighed audibly.
It's okay --- they love you and you love them too.
Your doorbell rang and you furrowed your brows, thinking possibilities of them or someone else coming over to your place.
Curiosity piqued, you approached the door and discovered a beautifully wrapped parcel. Inside was a meticulously crafted card, and an album brimming with photographs and cherished memories of your times together. On the final page was a heartfelt note: "We're with you, always and forever."
your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love. Despite the miles separating them, their love transcended distance. The loneliness ebbed away, supplanted by the warmth of their affection.
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Determined to alleviate your solitude, you embarked on a solitary adventure. you dressed warmly in a cute pink sundress and set out into the city, the cool breeze a sharp contrast to the warmth you longed for. your first destination was a quaint café, one that Seonghwa would always choose for your inaugural dates. The café's rustic charm and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee brought a fleeting sense of comfort.
You sat by a window table and observed the rustling outside.
As you sipped your americano, you discovered a diminutive note beneath your cup, inscribed with, "Happy birthday, y/n!" A faint smile graced your lips, warming your heart ever so slightly. The barista must have been in on it, as he gave you a knowing wink, adding a touch of magic to the moment.
Jaemin is always a flirt. But at least today, he managed to bring a faint smile to your face. You picked your phone, fingers hovering over the screen and deciding to call one of them. Are you desperate? Is it being too clingy? Still biting your lips, you pressed a number, pressing your phone to your ears and breathing unevenly and waiting to hear one of their voices.
No one picked it up. With a gloomy mood, you stood up, having a heartfelt conversation with Jaemin and to say, he did notice your little sadness and upon asking you the reason, he found the absence of your lovers. Earlier, his curiosity when he couldn't find Jongho with you, did manage to chalk it out that something happened with you and your boyfriends but on the positive, it's just they are missing out on a special day with you.
Your next stop was a charming bookstore. As you peruse the shelves, a particular stall piqued your interest—a book that you wanted for so long. Grabbing it quickly, you skipped across the shelves. The visible joy was all evident on your face and few elders and students around you noticed your glowing form. But your steps halted when you were stepping forward towards the counter to check out, your gaze fell on a lovely couple.
Giggling and holding hands while the man was teasing the girl in front and a tear slipped from your eyes. Mingi would have done the same. The serendipity of memories flashing in front of your eyes, left you marveling at how much you love them, and missing them at your every move.
Striving to maintain a cheerful demeanor, you commenced your day with a stroll in the park. The sight of a couple entwined in each other's arms evoked a profound sense of loneliness.
Wandering through the city, you found yourself at the park where you often picnicked with them. The sight of children playing and couples strolling hand in hand deepened your sense of longing, yet you drew comfort from the memories you all had created there.
The park was bustling with activity. Children laughed as they chased each other, couples strolled hand in hand, and families enjoyed picnics on the lush green grass. you made your way to your favorite spot—a secluded clearing surrounded by blooming flowers and tall, sheltering trees. you laid out a blanket and settled down with the book, trying to immerse yourself in the story book.
you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. you tried to remain optimistic, convincing yourself that they would make it up to you once they returned.
You want nothing but just them with you and their love.
Little did you know, a grand surprise was in the works.
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A little girl ran past your head, almost bumping into you but her shoe tip slightly hit your head and you were aware of a thing she dropped beside your face. You couldn't scold her because of her cuteness and sweet giggles. A little smile appeared on your face.
After a while, you noticed a small envelope placed beside your book. The little girl's must be. But your name was written on it, more to say your full name. Surprised, you opened it to find a note from them: "Happy Birthday, y/n! Follow the path to the bridge beside the waterfall, love."
your heart fluttered with excitement. You quickly packed up your belongings and followed the path winding through the park, the anticipation building with each step. As you approached the destination, you noticed it was oddly silent but still decorated with extra flowers and adorned with fairy lights that are yet to be lighted as there's still daylight in the afternoon and delicate paper lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.
As you stepped closer into the place, soft music began to play. It was a melody you recognized—one of your favorite songs. You hummed and chuckled lightly.
"where are you? Please tell me...it's not a prank by you, Jaemin." Your soft voice bloomed above the tune playing. Your soft voice pinched some hearts nearby you, hiding behind the sweet environment.
A warm and big palm covered your eyes, in a quick move, your hands moved up to hover over the palms, "who are you?"
The person behind you leaned forward, his breath hitting your ear and he placed a soft kiss just under your ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday, princess."
A rush of excitement jolted through your body, the voice and his warmth against your skin. a smile tugged in the corner of your lips when you breathed out, "Yunho..."
Removing the palms from your eyes, he turned you around, you were excited and also, in disbelief that you were in reality and not dreaming. He pulled you closer by the waist, planting a longing kiss on your lips, pecking your forehead before retreating from you.
"So, Jaemin is the first person you could thought of?" Hongjoong's sudden voice made you jump in your place. Your eyes moved away from Yunho's when you noticed the elder one approaching you two. Stepping in front of you, he cupped your cheek and kissed you. The same feeling of comfort and longing.
You giggled, "jealousy is not good for health. Also, he is my good friend and you are my boyfriend. So, I can rely on him for a little friendly prank in your absence." You kissed his cheek in the end.
"Of course you can. Happy Birthday, love." He kissed the side of your head.
Suddenly, Mingi and Jongho emerged from behind the thick trees, each holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
"Happy Birthday, y/n!" they exclaimed in unison, their faces lit up with joy.
Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes. "Thank you. I can't believe you all are here! How did you manage this? All... are others here too?"
Mingi grinned. "It wasn't easy, but we couldn't miss your birthday. We wanted to make it special." Hugging you tightly, kissing your lips repeatedly, making you giggle at his antics.
Jongho stepped forward and handed you his bouquet. "We've planned a whole day just for you. We have a picnic, music, and a few more surprises up our sleeves." He kissed your lips and cheek.
"I thought you won't manage this time."
"How could you think like that, baby?" Seonghwa's sweet tone from behind you made you turn around when you quickly ran towards him. others eyes following your overwhelmed excitement and tears brimming your eyes. Even if the last two days were hectic, but seeing you full of joy and love for them made it worth it.
"Hwa...I missed you. I missed all of you so much." You pressed your face into his chest, fighting not to cry on this precious day.
He caressed your back, stroking your head lightly when he planted a kiss on the crown of your head, "I missed you too, love. Happy Birthday." You raised your head up when he pecked your lips, giving you the warmest smile you could have asked for.
"Well, to make it special, we outdid our limit and here we are." Yeosang said and approached beside you, holding a tiara for you and as you turned towards him, he placed it on your head and kissed your temple, "always looking like my angel. Happy birthday to my sweety."
"Yeo...I missed your wake up hug on my birthday." He engulfed you in a tight, secure embrace and rested his chin on top of your head, "I'm hugging you now. The things we missed today since morning, we can start from now and continue till tomorrow."
You nodded in his warmth but soon he pulled himself apart from you when you felt two hands snaking around your waist from behind and breathing in your perfume at the crane of your neck, placing some feathery kiss when you closed your eyes in the essence, he brought his lips to your ears, pressing his lips to it and whispering, "happy Birthday, sweetheart. I missed you so much."
Your fingers lightly grabbed his hairs and your chest rose and fell heavily under his touch. Managing to bring your lips to his head, you kissed him, "I missed you too, San. Thank you for coming early."
He nodded between kissing your exposed shoulder, "I will come to you no matter how busy I am. I won't let you feel disappointed in me."
"I would never be disappointed in you, San. I love you."
"I love you too, y/n."
The others were watching the scene unfolding before them. Even though the look on their face was soft and warm but their thoughts and the visible dark lust in their eyes was oblivious to you. Oh! You are in for a long night with them because right at the moment they want to dive into a fairyland with you in their embrace.
"well thank me too. I especially planned for all these." Wooyoung's whiny voice made your eyelids parted and there he stood in front of you, a few steps away. But he was holding a box in his hand --- a cake. He is always the one to decide how your cake should be on every birthday.
"woo." San's hand slipped from around you and he chuckled when he watched you running towards the younger boy who quickly put away the cake beside him on the table and extended his arms for you. "You are here."
"yes, darling. I am and look this time I bought the perfect candles with the cake." He peppered your face with kisses until he placed a last kiss on your lips, whispering, "Happy Birthday, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, woo." You looked away from him, towards others and sent a warm smile, "I love you all. Thank you for this."
Hongjoong stepped forward beside San whose arms were folded in front of his chest. All of their gazes were focused on you, observing and memorizing every little detail and movements. It's been a month they last saw you and it felt like eternity.
Hongjoong smiled and patted your head, "we love you too, pretty."
"How did you guys know I would be here?" you raised your brows but still kept a smiley face.
Seonghwa shook his head and sighed, "don't ask that. We landed just in the morning and we got changed into casuals to give you surprise, without wasting time so we did all this at the hotel beside the airport. On our way to home, we went to Jaemin's café where we got to know that you were there just thirty minutes earlier."
"really?"
He nodded when Mingi added, "and guess what? Jongho was following you all the way when you went to the bookstore." Jongho chuckled and nodded proudly, "you were too cute to look at."
"where were you all? Did you go to the house?" you were surprised that they were following you all this while.
Yunho happily said, "Meanwhile we were preparing all this. Did you like it? I'm sorry if it's just basic and simple. We would arrange for something more. We could only ask for this place to be private for the rest of the day till midnight." he gestured to the surrounding area with his open arm.
"Yunho...I love it. Thank you." Your voice was genuinely filled with love, "this is more than I could have wished for today. This is not simple. This is more than my dream. You all are here and I'm spending my birthday with you all. What can I ask for more?"
Even if the decoration was simple, their hardwork, love and determination towards you was evident and it was warming your heart, filling it with hope and desire.
Yeosang cupped your cheeks, "you are too sweet for this world." He wiped your tears with the thumbs.
San held your shoulder and turned you around, pushing you from behind and leading you to the table, "now it's time to cut the cake, sweetheart. It's your day. No more crying."
Standing in front of the table, Wooyoung revealed the cake --- exactly the picture you had shown him a few weeks ago. He had ordered it right that day. Lighting up the candle, they surrounded you like small children celebrating their bestfriend's birthday. Maybe it's like that. But, y/n...you are their world.
"Happy Birthday, y/n!"
"thank you for everything, always."
As you blew out the candles, surrounded by the people you loved the most in the world, you made a silent wish: that you would always find ways to be together, to create memories, and to cherish every moment, no matter the distance or the challenges you all faced.
They led you to a beautifully set picnic spread under the tree, a garden tent house, decorated with flowers and complete with all your favorite foods. As you enjoyed the meal, you all laughed, reminisced, and savored the moment. The hours seemed to fly by in a haze of joy and love.
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As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, you sat in between the legs of Seonghwa. Others near you and eyes in the same direction. You were set up in a cozy spot with blankets and pillows, perfect for watching the sunset. They shifted closer to you, you nestled between them, feeling the warmth of their presence.
"There's one more thing," Wooyoung said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small, wrapped box. "Open it."
you carefully unwrapped the box to find a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. Inside the heart was a perfect picture of you nine together and on top of it written --- 9 makes a family.
"It's beautiful," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.
"We wanted you to have something to remind you that no matter where we are, we're always with you," Hongjoong said, fastening the necklace around your neck.
As you watched the sun dip below the horizon, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. But they watched the sunset in your eyes. You were worth watching at the moment.
That night, as you walked back through the park, hand in hand, you realized that this birthday was more than you could have ever wished for. The surprise had been perfect, but what made it truly special was the love and effort they had put into making your day unforgettable.
you spent the remainder of your birthday conversing with them, sharing laughter and recounting memories. Jongho sang your favorite songs, they reminisce about their adventures, and promised to make up for their absence with an even grander celebration the next day. As you were drifting into slumber that night, you felt a serene sense of contentment. you knew that no matter the physical distance, their love would perpetually be with you, rendering every birthday a bit more luminous.
With them by your side, you knew that every birthday, every day, would be a little brighter, a little more magical. They had given you the greatest gift of all—their unwavering love.
Yunho placed a kiss on your nose and then on your lips when he felt you drifting off to sleep, "happy birthday again, princess."
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thatsexcpisces · 2 years ago
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Gifts to get the moon signs for Christmas 🎄🤍
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Aries moon: clothing and items for the gym and working out, bold accessories that make them stand out, hats, earrings, tickets or a class for their favorite activity or take them on any fun adventure, new car (if you wanna go big), fancy mirrors, watch, strong fragrance, trendy gadgets
Taurus moon: jewelry, luxuriously-presented items, something cozy and for the home, a spa day voucher, soft blanket, cute slippers, beauty products, skin and self care items
Gemini moon: cute journals to write down their thoughts, entertaining card/games (ex. cards against humanity), stationary, technology, thought-provoking gifts, their favorite book collections.
Cancer moon: cooking set, something sentimental and hand-made (ex. a scrapbook of all your memories together), a comfy robe to lounge in, recipe book, candles and stuff for the home
Leo moon: gifts related to their interests whether musical or hobbies in general. ex., if they love lana del rey get them a vinyl collection of her music or a poster of her. designer clothing, something extravagant and unique, tickets to their favorite musical or show.
Virgo moon: organized home planners, plants, cookbook, antiques, cleaning gadgets, home fragrances, books on getting organized and lifestyle advice, gift cards for home goods stores or their fav stores in general, maybe even get them a small pet to keep company!
Libra moon: designer handbags, books on fashion, good-quality perfumes, beauty items, fancy soaps, silk scarves or pajama sets, luxury brand shoes, fancy decorations for their living space
Scorpio moons: spiritual gifts, something personal from you, leather/ dark colored clothing, pampering gifts, marble items, brand sunglasses, ruled by Pluto; get them an elegant version of whatever they generally like; if they like gold jewelry, get them a carefully-selected box of fancy gold rings or something like that.
Sagittarius moons: gifts brought from a foreign country, something unique, plane tickets to a country they’ve always wanted to go to, travel picture book to record their journeys, good- quality camera, laptop, money, practical gifts
Capricorn moons: expensive things (I mean it’s a Capricorn moon here 💀), money in an envelope, gift cards to high-end stores, good chocolates, wine, and other specialty gourmet items, functional coffee machine, items to relieve stress (back-massager tool, etc), self-help books
Aquarius moons: technology, new phone, computer, Apple headphones, vintage record player, art materials, something no one else has, something related to their humanitarian or quirky interests, trivia games
Pisces moon: dream journal, thoughtful gifts, paintings, adult coloring books or stuff for arts and crafts, cute headphones, their favorite album and CD’s, something that encourages creativity, collection of bath salts and fragrances, meditation/yoga tools, locket necklace, fluffy blankets and pillows
Thank you for reading hope y’all have a good holiday! 🫶🎁🌟
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runforthestars · 2 months ago
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Secret Admirer
Pairing: Sam Monroe x male!frat boy reader
Summary: Semi-crack treated seriously.
A/N: Saw an edit of Sam on my fyp and had to temporarily abandon my Lorenzo Berkshire x reader to write this out instead. Only proofread once and typed out in an hour so apologies for any mistakes.
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It had started off small. A solitary rose nestled in his locker, haphazardly dipped in black paint and dusted with cobalt blue glitter, creating a strangely captivating effect.
Sam stared at it for so long that he could practically commit each imperfection of the shoddily adorned flower to memory. And not just because it sat on his dresser—no, that would be absurd.
For nearly a week, he'd taken to scanning the hands of his peers, searching for the elusive prankster behind what he could only conclude was a laughably poor attempt at humor. After all, glitter was notorious for its stubborn clinginess. Yet, despite his constant investigation whenever the thought came to mind, he'd come up empty-handed—no pun intended. Whoever it was clearly had a knack for remaining hidden.
Then, the following Monday, he discovered a bag of sour Skittles in his locker, a small sticky note affixed to it adorned with messy handwriting. “Figured you might want a reason to look so sour all the time.”
Okay, rude, but after allowing Corey to be the test subject of the candy, he’d discovered that they weren’t poisoned, at the very least.
This pattern continued for the next week: small tokens of affection left waiting for him at his desk, handwritten notes tucked under the windshield wipers of his hatchback, flowers—each one a different type yet still suffocated in the same paint, seemingly chosen to echo the dark hues of Sam's hair. It was like this mysterious patron was experimenting, trying to guess his favorite flower.
That meant someone was watching him for a reaction. Sam wasn’t sure what to think. He always pushed people away, especially wary of any extended olive branches of friendship, all too familiar with being the punch line of countless jokes. It’d apparently worked to deter them to an extent, as this mysterious admirer had never actually come face to face with him, or had they?
His assumption that it was just someone messing with him were shattered like glass when he stumbled upon a Breaking Benjamin CD in his math class seat. Not just any album—it was the freshly released one, clumsily adorned in plain wrapping paper.
Staring at it, disbelief coursed through him. Surely, this person—secret admirer, as he’d begrudgingly began to refer to them—wouldn’t go to all that trouble just for one elaborate prank, right?
He tried to dismiss it from his mind, resorting to coping how he always did. A front of dismissive indifference, as always—but it was hard to ignore the thrill each new gift brought him.
Then came a pack of Marlboros tucked into his locker with a note that simply read an address, a time, and a cheeky "Come find me ;)".
Ominous, indeed.
When Sam arrived at the location, a modest party flickered to life in a middle-class neighborhood, doubt clutched his stomach. ‘Oh god, I’m going to get jumped, aren't I?’ was his first thought as he stood, taking in the thumping bass vibrating through the ground and the two frat brothers guarding the door like well-dressed gargoyles.
Caught between a desire to flee and the gnawing curiosity that tugged at him, he cautiously approached, masking his anxiety with a carefully crafted facade of indifference.
“Yo bro, I’m gonna gave to stop you right there. Who do you know here?” one of the frat brothers asked, suspicion evident in his tone.
Sam hesitated, fingers already fumbling through his pockets for the cigarette pack housing the note. But before he could respond, the unspoken tension shifted when the silent brother smacked the first guy on the shoulder.
“Dude, lay off. He got an invite, don’t be a douche.” Then, turning toward Sam, he flashed a spaced-out grin and waved him in with a friendly gesture. “Come on in, bro.”
A chill ran down Sam’s spine—overdramatic as always; every instinct screaming for him to turn and run. Yet, slowly he nodded, forcing himself to step past them into the house.
Maybe it was the blunt he’d smoked earlier that calmed his senses, but the party didn’t seem so daunting after all. Some guests cast curious glances his way, but no one seemed particularly annoyed by his mere presence.
He let his gaze drift across the flickering colored lights, various party games scattered about, and clusters of people dancing in the living room, before slipping into the kitchen to collect his thoughts.
Find them, that’s what the note had said. How on earth was he supposed to do that?
His fingers brushed against the smooth outline of the pack in his pocket. Screw this—if they really liked him, they could come find him. And besides, a smoke wouldn’t hurt.
Navigating through the crowd, he resisted the urge to snap at the person when a sweaty body knocked into him for what had to of been the fifth time. Finally escaping the throng, he darted for the back porch.
As the humid summer air met him, cooling rapidly as the sun dipped below the treetops, he inhaled deeply. The evening was alive with the chirping of crickets, mingled with laughter and the lively chatter of drunken frat boys attempting to orchestrate a bonfire, while another group was locked in an intense game of beer pong.
Retreating out of view to the far side of the wrap-around porch, he pulled the crumpled pack from his pocket. Setting it on the railing before him, he extracted a cigarette, the familiar motion grounding him amid the chaos unfolding around him.
This was insane. It had to be some sort of elaborate prank. “Haha, the loser thought someone actually liked him for once,” he could just hear it now.
Sam tried his best not to let those thoughts gnaw at him; he really did.
He was jolted from his spiraling thoughts by the soft, deliberate creak of footsteps approaching. A presence loomed beside him, and after a moment, he recognized the other boy as one of those frat types. Sam shot him a critical glare, thoughts racing.
You darted a nervous glance back at him, a grin unfurling across your face when you noticed him scoff and glance away.
That felt like progress, didn’t it? The fact that he didn’t immediately unleash a biting remark was something worth noting—perhaps he was simply rendered mute by the unlit cigarette poised defiantly between his lips. Whatever the case, you were willing to take the small victory.
“Need a light?” you offered, fumbling through your pockets until a small, metallic lighter emerged, gleaming faintly in the dim light as you extended it toward Sam.
His eyes darted between the lighter and your tight-lipped grin, the moment stretching into an awkward silence before he finally muttered a response that dripped with skepticism, “What’s it to you?” Even as he leaned closer to accept the flame, he retreated quickly, putting some distance back between you.
You nodded eagerly, accepting his hostility, your fingers drumming softly against the timeworn wood of the railing as you followed his gaze to where the first flickers of fireflies began to dance in the encroaching twilight. You could do silence if that was what he wanted. Or, maybe not.
“I haven’t seen you at any other parties; why the sudden change of heart?” you probed, curiosity getting the best of you.
“Okay, what’s your problem?” Sam shot back, now facing you fully.
“My problem?” you echoed, internally reviewing the past minute to find where you’d apparently stepped on some toes.
“Yeah. Why are you being so…” He flailed a hand through the air between you as if trying to grasp a word that would sum it all up before finally settling on something simple, “…nice, to me? What do you want?”
And oh man, the dramatic hand gestures drew your gaze to them. He’d worn his rings and leather studded bracelets. Of course he had, he always did. But that particularly fact didn’t stop you from grappling to maintain composure.
Finally tearing your gaze away from his hands, you swallowed hard upon noticing the way he scrutinized you, a mixture of confusion and disbelief painting his features.
“Nothing, nothing. A guy can’t be friendly?” you retorted, trying to keep your tone light.
Your words were met with an incredulous scoff.
“Not when they’re… you,” Sam replied, his hand waving dismissively in your direction, prompting a theatrical pout of offense from you.
It only took a heartbeat for you to realize that his words lacked any real bite—he was simply… confused.
“You never did answer my question,” you continued, turning your body slightly to face him.
Silence once more wrapped around you both, heavy and palpable.
“I was invited,” he finally muttered.
“Oh.” You already knew that, of course, but you feigned interest. “By, uh—who?”
“Dunno.”
You took a moment to settle against the railing comfortably, your eyes narrowing as you strained to see beyond the darkness towards the forest’s edge. “You sure have a way with words, Monroe.”
Your dry sarcasm startled a surprised huff of laughter from him, and you couldn’t suppress a proud grin. Success, at last.
“If it helps, I might know who invited you,” you added, finally piquing his interest.
Suspicion crept into his features as he eyed you warily, slowly exhaling a plume of smoke. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, I heard they’re a real catch. Went to a lot of trouble to get that new CD for you,” you teased, avoiding eye contact, your heart racing as you waited for him to catch on.
The silence stretched again, each second feeling like an eternity as your nails dug into the rough wood of the railing, all while sensing the weight of his intense gaze on you.
Finally mustering the courage for a quick glance, you were met with a complex swirl of disbelief and simmering anger on Sam's face. He was the first to break eye contact, taking a sharp drag from his cigarette as he turned away.
“Oh real funny. What, did Josh tell you too? That I was gay? He’s been spreading that bullshit since I stopped buying from him.”
“Well, yeah, but—” Maybe you could’ve phrased that better. Panic coursed through you as Sam spat out an array of curses under his breath and began to stride away.
“Wait—wait! He told me that, but I meant all the gifts and stuff! I only listened to him because I thought I might have a chance with you if you were… y’know.” The words tumbled out in a frantic rush, an awkward ramble that had you biting the inside of your cheek to stop.
Sam froze, then turned to face you, and for a moment, it felt like the world had stilled around you. You strained to decipher the look on his face—the intensity of his gaze searching your own for signs of deception made you uncomfortably aware of the pounding of your heart. Breaking the charged silence, you finally blurted, “I… like you?” You added a nervous laugh, as if that could smooth over the abruptness.
Sam’s eyes narrowed further, and he glanced around suspiciously, scanning for hidden cameras, or any frat brothers ready to whip out their phones and immortalize his humiliation. God, he’d never live that down.
“You’re lying.”
Your expression twisted in indignation, arms crossing over your chest defiantly. “Nuh-uh,” you insisted with an air of seriousness.
The simplicity of your immature protest made Sam pause, and the corners of his lips threatened to twitch upwards, almost breaking into a smile.
“Why?”
“Huh?”
“Why do you like me?” He elaborated.
“Because you’re hot.” The bluntness of your words drew a snort of surprise from Sam, who quickly cleared his throat to regain composure. But you weren’t done; you fumbled over your next words. “I mean, I’m sure your personality is great too. You just have to let me get to know you.” As you spoke, you leaned against the railing with an exaggerated grin, clicking your tongue and wiggling your eyebrows.
“Yeah?” Sam’s voice was skeptical, but the flicker of interest in his eyes spoke volumes.
You insisted swiftly, emboldened. “I’m serious! Do you know how hard it was to find that CD?”
“How do you know even know I like guys?”
The question made you pale a little, eyes flickering over his general appearance. “Uhhh…”
You were making progress, you couldn’t just throw it all away now by admitting that yes, you’d blindly believed Josh’s claims because Sam kind of, just vaguely, maybe looked a little less heterosexual than his peers.
Thinking on your feet, you pushed off the railing, sauntering over to lean closer to him, flirty grin crowning your lips. “Well, I was hoping I could change your mind?”
“Unbelievable,” Sam muttered, but you couldn’t help but notice the smallest glint of amusement in his eyes before they darted away from yours.
Taking your opportunity while he was distracted, you careful plucked the cigarette from between his fingers. Ignoring the offended noise your robbery earned, you took a leisurely drag.
It was followed instantaneously by a cough, struggling for a moment before letting out a shaky breath.
Sam couldn’t stand just watching your failing endeavor without intervening.
“Here, you gotta like…” He said, his voice a low murmur as he extended his hand, lifting the cigarette from your hands. The warmth of his fingers briefly brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity through you as he lifted it to your lips.
Your heart raced, brain short circuiting as his fingers glided lightly across your lower lip and then along your jawline when he adjusted his grip.
“Now, breath in through your nose at the same time,” he instructed.
Was the air getting a little thin in here? You were sure it was. Still, you followed his guidance, letting out the smoke in one shaky breath when he offered a quick “don’t try to keep it in.”
You knew that, you’d smoked before without any issues, but you sure as hell weren’t about to tell Sam that if being “new to smoking” got his hand nearly cupping your face.
“There you go.” The soft, thoughtless words from Sam sent your mind reeling just as you’d began to gain some semblance of intelligence again.
There must’ve been something showing in your eyes when you looked back at him, because his hand slid to cup the side of your face, taking the cigarette with it. The danger of the burning ember close to your skin was all but forgotten when his thumb rested on your lips.
“Can I… Can I kiss—”
You stole the words right off his tongue when you practically dove forward to capture his lips against yours.
The sudden forward movement had more force than you’d intended, sending Sam stumbling back a step, catching his balance on the railing behind him as your arms took a place on either side of his waist, successfully pinning him to the sturdy post.
It grew heated in an instant and you savored the shared taste of tobacco and reminiscion of weed that lingered on your tongue as it swiped over Sam’s lower lip.
A hand on your shoulder was pushing you back, and you were met with Sam’s blown out pupils and spit-slicked lips parted to draw in soft pants.
Giving in to the temptation, you darted forward, licking a strip horizontally over his lower lip. A breathless laugh was drawn from you off of his reaction alone.
Sam spluttered when you pulled away, hand gripping your shoulder with more urgency. He was stuck staring in shock until he remembered why he’d pulled back in the first place.
His eyes searched yours with a measure of something bordering on desperation, looking for anything to prove that you shared his feelings.
“You gonna stare all night, or you gonna do something, pretty boy?” The words had barley left your mouth, yet it was clear they’d been all the encouragement Sam needed, before he was pushing forward, hand reaching around to the back of your head to tangle his fingers in your hair, tugging softly as your lips met once more.
Tilting his head for a better angle, he gladly used his height to his advantage now to take control of your shared movements. You’d never of guessed that he’d never kissed anyone before this, but the knowledge sure would’ve been a welcome surprise.
Your hand lifted to take a hold on the front of Sam’s shirt, twisting your grip to keep him from chasing after your lips when you pulled back, revering in the faintest whine of complaint it drew from him.
The grin coating your features was so genuine that Sam was struck speechless until your voice broke through his racing thoughts.
“I’ll take it that you believe me now?”
The sly, lowered tone you spoke in made something in Sam’s brain malfunction. He stared with something akin to awe for a moment before he answered your question by diving back in for another hungry kiss.
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kaoriartss-blog · 1 month ago
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Starburst
Chapter 18: “The Twelve Stars”
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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol
Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc
Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.
Series: Starbursts
Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.
Comment: First of all, I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I speak Spanish, but I didn't want to deprive you of this story. I'll be using a translator, so it's possible that some phrases might get lost or be incomprehensible. Second, I thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll also be uploading the chapters to Wattpad in Spanish and to Ao3 in English.
Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.
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The sky over Seoul was clear that morning, the perfect weather for a day out. Lia finished tying the laces on her boots while the boys paced around the living room, checking backpacks, caps, sunglasses, and masks. The excitement in the air was almost tangible.
Chan had come up with the idea the night before.
—“Nothing too obvious. Just go out, walk a bit, grab something to eat. Like normal people. We deserve it.”
Hyunjin, thrilled, had nearly jumped off the couch—if Changbin hadn’t been sitting on his legs.
—“A secret group date! I love it!”
They left in two separate vans to avoid suspicion, with their trusted staff trailing them at a safe distance. Their destination: an urban park in a less busy area, with small food stalls, quiet cafés, and an artificial river running through the center. There was a craft fair there they wanted to visit.
As soon as they arrived, Seungmin bought ice cream for everyone and handed it out carefully, as if it were treasure. Jeongin took a selfie with Lia… without showing their faces. Just two hands holding identical ice cream cones.
—“Memories for us,” he whispered, gently bumping her shoulder.
They walked in small groups to avoid drawing attention:
Hyunjin, Minho, and Felix were taking pictures of the scenery, the dogs walking by, and occasionally, of Lia—when no one was looking.
Chan, Changbin, and Han talked about how amazing it would be to write a song about this day.
Lia was in the center of it all, drifting between one group and another, sharing smiles, brushes of hands, and knowing glances.
At one point, while sitting on a long bench by the river, Felix leaned down to tie his shoe… and took the opportunity to press a kiss to Lia’s hand. She blushed and looked away just as Changbin offered her a sip of his drink with a mischievous smile.
—“Are you sure you prefer the juice... or me?”
Hyunjin, who had been watching them, leaned back behind her.
—“They’re cheating. I brought sweets just for you. Only for you.”
Lia laughed, overwhelmed by the sweetness.
Later, they found a small open-air gallery with drawings by local artists. Most were expressive portraits. Minho walked up to one with her, showing a couple holding hands beside two felines, their faces hidden by city lights.
—“You know what I see there?” he said, lowering his voice. “A future. Even if the world can’t fully see it, we know what’s there.”
Lia leaned on his shoulder without saying a word, but she understood completely.
After walking a few more hours, they ate at a discreet restaurant with private rooms. Sitting on tatami mats, laughing at every little thing, everyone relaxed. Han suggested a small game:
Guess which part of the song belongs to whom.
Each person had to describe a verse, gesture, or recording moment they got assigned through an app. The answers turned into a mix of heartfelt praise and emotional confessions.
—“When you recorded that bridge, Lia,” Chan said, locking eyes with her, “I knew we were creating something big. Something real.”
Lia held his hand just as Jeongin touched her foot under the table, and Felix rested his head on her lap with a silent smile.
On the way back home in the van, they sat closer than usual. Piled together, sharing earbuds, some half-asleep. Lia closed her eyes as Changbin gently stroked her hair and Seungmin held her hand.
And so, in the secrecy of anonymity, they lived a date none of them would ever forget.
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After that group date filled with laughter and hidden caresses, the energy at home became even more special. The atmosphere, though relaxed, was charged with excitement: all the album demos were officially finished.
In the living room, the twelve song titles were written on an improvised whiteboard Han had hung up, surrounded by little doodles drawn by Hyunjin: hearts, stars, music notes, even a cartoonish portrait of Lia with wings and a microphone. The title “The Twelve Stars” was written in the center in big letters. It felt like a personal tribute to the journey they had all experienced.
Chan, with his laptop on his lap, leaned back on the couch.
—“Everything’s here,” he said, clicking on the final folder. “Twelve songs, twelve pieces of us. This album… is going to make a mark.”
Lia, sitting cross-legged on the floor, smiled as she read the titles aloud softly.
—“Crossed Paths”… I didn’t expect it to hurt so much to write that one. —Jeongin, beside her, gently brushed her back.
—“Maybe because you wrote it with your heart. And that’s something you can feel.”
The boys began talking one by one about which song had affected them the most.
—“Reflections was hard, wasn’t it?” Minho murmured, looking at Lia. “But I think that was when we all understood each other the most.”
Hyunjin gave a thumbs-up as he adjusted his hair.
—“Recording Shadows and Lights really made me think. Are we light? Are we shadow? I think we’re both.”
Seungmin, holding a glass of juice, looked around at each of them.
—“Shared Dreams is my favorite. It’s… comforting. Like us.”
Felix sat next to Lia and offered her a candy he had hidden in his pocket.
—“To celebrate you finished two solo songs.”
—“And you helped with both,” she reminded him, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Later, while they were all cooking together for a special dinner, the air was filled with music: Jeongin hummed Endless Adventure while chopping vegetables, Hyunjin danced to Heartbeats, and Han was beatboxing behind him. Minho prepared rice with a level of focus that looked professional, though every now and then he threw Lia a knowing glance.
—“This feels like a goodbye,” she said while helping Changbin set the table.
—“It’s not a goodbye,” he corrected her. “It’s a beginning. The album is done, yes, but now comes the real world: the release, the fans, the stage… The best is yet to come.”
Once they were all seated at the table, surrounded by warm dishes, laughter, and spontaneous photos, Chan raised his glass.
—“I want to make a toast. To the songs that challenged us, the lyrics that broke us, and the connection we now share. Twelve songs. One story. Our story.”
—“Cheers!” they all shouted.
Later, when the plates were empty and their bodies were half-asleep on couches and carpets, Lia walked through the house, stopping in front of the whiteboard. She stared at it for a long time, until Chan came up behind her.
—“Do you know which one I think is my favorite song?” he asked.
—“Which one?”
—“The one we haven’t written yet.”
She smiled, and without saying another word, leaned into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her.
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draco-glacialis · 8 months ago
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General Head canons for Agatha All Along
• Agatha and Rio have a mansion hidden in a forest somewhere. They lived there and raised Nicky there. It’s heavily warded and has gargoyles guarding it. It’s bigger inside then outside due to magic means. Biggest room is the multi-storey library. Has a room dedicated to various magic crafts. (Eg a potions room, ritual room etc).
• Lilia and Agatha can cook really well. Alice is decent enough at cooking. Jen can cook the basics but expects it to be like potions too much. Keep Billy and Rio out of the kitchen. Especially if you don’t want it to burn down.
• Jen and Lilia are best at taking care of themselves. (Heathy sleep schedule; eats 3 meals a day etc). Alice is decent at it but has some off days. Billy is your typical teenager. Agatha can and will go days without sleeping or eating. This is partially due to being on the move for over 3 centuries and never having a stable home. Rio is Rio. She’ll only really eat Agatha’s cooking (she doesn’t have to eat; Agatha is more likely to eat this way) (she also doesn’t have to sleep; Agatha sleeps better when with Rio).
• Agatha drives a 1970 Dodge Charger (purple and black)
• Alice has a Ducati Monster.
• Rio knows all the languages due to being Death. Lilia, Alice and Agatha are multilingual.
• Lilia is like a grandmother figure to the coven. You pick a fight with Lilia you pick a fight with all of them.
• Post Road the coven try to reign in Agatha’s more homicidal tendencies. She begrudgingly becomes more chaotic neutral rather than chaotic evil. (She still kills it’s just not first course of action).
• Agatha makes a suspicious amount of cannibalism jokes. No one can tell if she’s actually joking or not. (Not even Rio).
• Lilia is the one to notice that Agatha doesn’t take care of herself. She’s the one to encourage Agatha to eat at least one meal a day.
• Post Road Jen makes her business more legitimate (no more law suits etc).
• Alice decides to bug Agatha into teaching her magic and witchcraft. She grew up hearing stories of Agatha (both good and bad; Agatha is shorter then she imagined)
• Part of the reason Jen hates Agatha so much is due to the rumours of Agatha trading her son for the Darkhold. Jen was a midwife and has a soft spot for children especially new borns.
• Agatha is actually a very creative and artistic person. In a quiet moment if she’s not learning she’s drawing/painting/doing photography. She has multiple bookcases to photo albums she has filled with pictures she’s taken. She also has paintings around the house; all works she’s done from her memories.
• A downside of Agatha being a creative person is that it 100% influences her darker side. She can get very creative when it comes to murder/causes malevolent chaos. This is made worse after she lose Nicky and Rio and later herself in grief and anger/fury.
• She also has photos from Westview. When Billy starts to remember the Hex she shows him the pictures she took. Later when he reunites with the rest of the Maximoffs she gives the album to them as a gift.
• Alice and Agatha have multiple piercings.
• They both also have tattoos. Agatha has various runes.
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malewifeharem · 1 year ago
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Hi! If it isn’t much of a bother can I req a silent yet affectionate person with Danheng or Jing Yuan? If not that’s totally fine!
danheng w a silent yet affectionate reader
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彡- ,, brainrot of danheng with a quiet yet affectionate reader
cw ⁞ shouldn't have any cuz its fluffy fluff fluff. not proofread.
an ⁞ I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS DANHENG OR DHIL SO TAKE IT AS EITHER I GUESS??? i had normal danheng in mind while writing so up to your interpretation.
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danheng totally gets you tbh. he's definitely an introvert too, just like you! you guys don't even need to speak to communicate! it's like telepathy! (woah) but that's okay, you both show your love for each other in different ways other than through words! i can totally see him being a gift giver, quality time and acts of service kinda guy.
gift giving! danheng is the best on any type of occasion HAHA. be it valentines, anniversaries, birthdays, christmas even. he only gift things he'd be happy to receive so you bet everything will be in pristine condition or HANDMADE. (i love handmade shit) once, for your anniversary, he presented you a little heart shaped box filled with goodies in it. your favorite candies and snacks, a handwritten letter and a well-crafted handmade small album!
IT HAS PICTURES OF JUST THE TWO OF YOU IN IT. THERE'S SO MANY PAGES IT'S INSANE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE HE SNAPPED PICTURES OF YOU IN MOST OF THEM, IT'S ADORABLE... the letter itself is so well written too — his handwriting is very neat! he details very vividly the memories he had with you that he's most fond of — you can tell it means a lot to him. he'll even request to read it out to you if you don't mind. HE'LL HOLD YOUR HAND AND RUB CIRCLES ON YOUR THUMB WHILE READING AND HE'S A VERY QUIET PERSON SO JUST THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO BOTH HIM AND YOU. he's a sweetheart please take good care of him... :(
quality time! he definitely pops by at your room in the astral express to ask to hangout with you. even if it's seemingly pointless, he just wants to be close to you and soak up as much time with you as possible... IT MAY BE TOTAL SILENCE BUT IT'S COMFORTABLE SILENCE. YES, THERE'S A DIFFERENCE... NO, IT'S NOT REALLY EXPLAINABLE... he actually doesn't even mind talking if you wanted him to. he could read his or your favorite book to you or his daily reports.
"i really don't mind anything if it's with you," he says with a soft hum. (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)
acts of service! y'all know that one meme where the front person goes, "he asked for no pickles! >:(" and the person at the back is like all nervous and everything? yeah that's the both of you. he's the front person just with less >:( and more :[ (you're just you)
"hello, excuse me... sorry, she asked for no pickles. could you remake this? yes, thank you. that would be most appreciated."
after it's fixed...
"my love, they've remade your order. here you go. eat slowly, okay? no need to thank me, it's my duty as your boyfriend." I JUST KNOW FOR A FACT HE SAID IT SO MATTER-OF-FACTLY TOO LIKE IT'S HE HAS THAT CODED IN HIS BRAIN. HE'S SO YOURS. HE'S SMITTEN. TAKE HIM AWAY.
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kiame-sama · 10 months ago
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Cupid's Arrow- (Yandere!Rook x Reader)
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Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere rook, stalking, predator/prey dynamic, Rook is canonically 18 so don't come at me sideways, reader is 18+, invasion of privacy, Rook is an absolute creep, gross Rook, obsessive yandere, drugging, non-con cuddling,
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Love is blind.
Rook heard this saying many times, but if love is blind, then so too is Cupid. A blind huntsman would need to be quite skilled to be able to take down prey. Still, it seemed Cupid has fired an arrow right through Rook's heart and he couldn't be more thrilled. Beauty came in so many forms it was almost impossible to quantify, but the beauties in Rook's life were beyond what words could do justice.
Rook's favorite way to commemorate those he found beautiful was through a sort of collection. From pictures, to items, to whatever he could get his hands on, Rook needed to collect mementos of such beauty. Luckily for Rook, his most recent quarry was a beautiful ray of sunshine that he loved to stand in the radiance of. From having a genuine heart of gold in a school of poisonous and bitter people, to the pure affection shown towards those his beloved loved, everything they did made his heart skip. Sure, he didn't like when that smile was directed at anyone other than himself, but who would he be to deny such a wonderful person their happiness?
Even now, Rook admired the beauty that was his beloved enraptured within dreams and deep in the bliss of sleep. He couldn't help but take countless photos, trying to get all of your cute expressions in the memory of his phone. More memories for him to print out and place in the photo album he has lovingly crafted for his secret paramour. Sure, you may not realize it now, but Rook knew you would come around to his thinking and eventually accept him and his devout worshipping.
For the time being, Rook would have to satisfy his desires in other ways until that blessed moment you notice your loyal huntsman for the lover he can be. This meant that the vice-housewarden was breaking curfew to appease his ever growing cravings to know more about you. He wanted to know your touch, take in your warm and unique scent, feel how well you fit in his arms. All of it. Rook wanted it all.
Of course, you were trusting despite the hunter that stalked your waking and sleeping hours. When the huntsman came to you late at night and offered you a drink he had made rather 'special' for you, you happily gulped it down with no hesitation. Rook would never forget the way you licked your lips and caught the spare drops as they tried to escape your pink tongue. Of the several morally questionable things Rook had put in your drink, the sleeping potion was the most potent and it didn't take long until he was helping you into bed.
He was lucky he convinced Epel to take Grim for the evening for some studying, leaving you without your typical companion. This meant Rook could get closer to you than he ever had prior and you would be free for him to hold as you slept off the dubious drink.
He was simply glad you didn't question how long it took for him to make this drink for you, that and the fact the ghosts weren't around to witness his depravity. The sleeping potion wasn't all he laced your drink with, and he will certainly remember watching you gulp it down for countless sleepless nights to come. There was no way he would admit to how he almost moaned when you commented on how delicious it was. He would happily make you as many special drinks as you wanted and he certainly looked forward to watching you drink them.
Now he could simply slide into the bed next to you, holding your soft figure against his own. You felt perfect in his arms, laying your head on his bicep and cuddling into his chest for the warmth that rolled off of him. He had happily helped you change into your sleep clothes before discarding his own clothes minus the boxers he wore. Despite how much he wanted to indulge in his most beautiful love and feel the warmth of your bare flesh against his own, he was going to try and restrain himself. After all, the hunt was almost as much fun as the reward.
Your figure was so soft against his chest he almost forgot he was not supposed to stay in your bed with you. You had not technically invited him into your bed and would likely be unhappy if you woke with the hunter next to you. He would have to move himself to the worn couch at the far side of the room before he allowed himself to succumb to sleep. Rook anticipated the ear-full he was going to get from Vil about leaving Pomefiore in the middle of the night, but the experience he was currently having was worth it all. You needn't know the things he willingly sacrificed for you or the way Cupid had pieced through his heart with endless love for you, all he needed was the warmth of your body against his and the ever soft places he could now put his hands.
For now, it was enough for Rook. He was a hunter and he knew how to be patient, after all. Soon he would pierce your heart with a golden arrow the same way Cupid had pierced his- and if you didn't accept his love, it would be quite the literal arrow- so he could finally call you all his own.
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sweetcherryharry · 1 year ago
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sour — 01: driver's licence
Synopsis: Harry and Y/N were the "it" couple from 2013 to mid-2014, until things got extremely messy and they broke up. based on the album 'sour' by olivia rodrigo.
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I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house
The California sun beat down on Y/N's face as she stared at the coveted plastic card in her hand, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. She had done it. She had finally gotten her driver's license.
A wave of nostalgia washed over her, the salty breeze and the rhythmic crashing of waves filling her senses. 
It was a golden afternoon at their favorite hidden cove, tucked away from the crowds and paparazzi that constantly hounded their every move. The sun shimmered on the turquoise water as they spread out a worn-out blanket, their laughter mingling with the calls of seagulls overhead.
Harry, ever the romantic, had surprised Y/N with a picnic basket filled with her favorite snacks: strawberries dipped in chocolate, freshly baked croissants, and a chilled bottle of sparkling lemonade. They had spent hours building a sandcastle, their fingers intertwined as they meticulously crafted turrets and moats, their creation a testament to their shared joy and creativity.
As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text from her driving instructor, confirming her upcoming test. Harry, who had been tracing patterns on her arm with his fingertips, looked up with a mischievous grin.
"So, when are you going to get that license, huh?" he teased, gently nudging her with his shoulder.
Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, hush, Styles. It's harder than it looks, you know."
Harry chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, I know," he said, his voice softening. "But I have faith in you, babe. You'll ace it."
He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Just imagine," he continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "once you get your license, you can come visit me whenever you want. Late-night drives, surprise visits... whatever you want, my door will always be open for you to arrive whenever you want."
Y/N's heart fluttered at the thought. The idea of having the freedom to drive to Harry's house, to see him whenever she wanted, filled her with a giddy anticipation. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, the taste of salt and sunshine mingling with their shared laughter. "I can't wait," she whispered.
The memory faded, leaving Y/N with a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. The present moment crashed back in, the stark reality of their separation a stark contrast to the warmth of that perfect day. She traced the letters on her driver's license with a trembling finger, the plastic card feeling cold and impersonal in her grasp. It was a symbol of a future they had envisioned together but would now face apart.
The keys jangled in her hand as she slid into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of Harry's cologne a painful reminder of his absence. The open road that once symbolized freedom and adventure now stretched before her, a lonely path she would have to navigate alone.
But today I drove through the suburbs Cryin' 'cause you weren't around
The moonlight bathed the streets in a cool, silvery glow, a stark contrast to the warmth of the afternoon sun that had witnessed her happiness just hours ago. Y/N's tears flowed freely now, blurring the streetlights into a kaleidoscope of colors as she drove through the quiet suburbs. The leather seats of her brand new car, a gift from Harry for her recent 18th birthday, felt cold and empty beneath her.
When he handed her the keys, he had proudly said that the car was just the one for her; a reflection of her personality, and how it would be perfect for her to drive from the very first moment she got her driver's license.
He had chosen it specifically because it reminded him entirely of her, from the color to the style, making it a thoughtful and sentimental gift, special for her 18th birthday.
She had envisioned this night so differently. Instead of cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway with Harry by her side, their laughter echoing in the night air, she was alone, her heart heavy with the weight of his absence. She had dreamed of driving to his house, surprising him with her newfound freedom, but now the thought of facing him was unbearable.
They had broken up only a month and a half ago, and she swore everything was painful. 
The sting of betrayal was still fresh, the wound in her heart gaping and raw. One day, they were the "it" couple, inseparable and seemingly in love. The next, Harry suddenly broke up with her, with no reasonable explanation.
Soon after, rumors swirled around Harry and a new girl, Nadine Leopold, an up-and-coming model with striking features and an undeniable allure. Y/N tried to ignore the whispers, to trust Harry, that he’d never date someone so quickly after her.
But Y/N's worst fears were confirmed when she saw a photo of Harry and Nadine just two weeks after they broke up, their hands intertwined, their laughter echoing through a crowded club. The image was seared into her memory, a painful reminder of the love she had lost.
She couldn't help but imagine how different things could have been. If they were still together, they would be celebrating her new license, cruising down the highway with the windows down, singing along to their favorite songs. Harry would have his arm draped around her shoulders, his fingers tapping a rhythm on her thigh. They would be laughing, talking, sharing dreams and secrets, their love a warm beacon in the darkness.
But that was a fantasy, a cruel trick of her mind. The reality was that Harry was miles away, probably with her, the girl who had stolen his heart and shattered Y/N's world. The thought sent a fresh wave of pain through her, and she gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white.
And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?
As Y/N pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, the tears had subsided, leaving behind a familiar hollowness. The house was dark, save for the faint glow emanating from the kitchen window, a testament to her mother's late-night baking habits. With a deep sigh, she turned off the engine, the silence amplifying the ache in her heart.
The memory of that fateful night replayed in her mind, each detail a fresh wound. The image of Nadine, with her effortless confidence and worldly charm, haunted her thoughts. At twenty, Nadine was a full two years older than Y/N, a lifetime in the eyes of an eighteen-year-old girl. She exuded a maturity and sophistication that Y/N felt she lacked, a stark contrast to the youthful innocence she still clung to. 
The comparison was a constant source of insecurity, a nagging voice in the back of her mind that whispered she wasn't good enough, that she could never measure up to the woman who had stolen Harry's heart from her.
Y/N leaned her head against the steering wheel, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. The driver's license clutched in her hand felt like a cruel irony, a reminder of the freedom she had gained but the love she had lost. She had imagined sharing this moment with Harry, their laughter filling the car as they embarked on new adventures together. Instead, she was alone, her dreams shattered, her heart aching for a love that was now nothing more than a bittersweet memory.
He was everything to her. Her first love, her best friend, the person she had shared her hopes and dreams with. 
And now… he was nothing. Not even a part of her life. 
The thought sent a fresh wave of pain through her, a tidal wave of grief that threatened to drown her. How could she ever love someone else after experiencing the intensity and passion of her relationship with Harry? Was it even possible to find a love that could compare?
And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me
Y/N laid curled up in bed, the comforter pulled tight around her as if to ward off the chill of heartbreak that seeped into her bones. The silence of the night was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on her nightstand, a constant reminder of the passing time, the moments slipping away without Harry by her side.
She knew their relationship hadn't been without its flaws. They were young, passionate, and at times, volatile. There were misunderstandings, disagreements, and moments when their fiery personalities clashed. But beneath it all, there had been a love so intense, so consuming, that it had eclipsed everything else. A love that made her feel alive, invincible, like she could conquer the world with him by her side.
She knew they weren’t perfect, but she had never felt that way for no one.
A lump formed in her throat as she recalled the countless moments they had shared, the stolen kisses, the inside jokes, the whispered promises of forever.
She couldn’t imagine how he could be so okay now that she’s gone. 
Her heart ached with a mixture of anger and longing. The images of him with Nadine, their laughter and shared glances plastered across the tabloids, twisted the knife deeper. How could he move on so easily, so effortlessly, while she was still drowning in the wreckage of their love?
A melody drifted through her mind, a bittersweet reminder of a night spent on the balcony of Harry's hotel room, overlooking the twinkling lights of London. It was a song he had written for her, a simple acoustic tune titled "Just a Little Bit of Your Heart." He had played it for her under the starlit sky, his voice filled with raw emotion as he sang of his love for her, just a few months back.
Guess he didn't mean what he wrote in that song about her.
At the thought, a bitter taste filled her mouth. The lyrics, once a testament to their love, now felt like a cruel mockery, a hollow echo of a promise that had been broken.
'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street
It had been a week since that bittersweet day. A week since Y/N had received her driver's license, a milestone that should have been filled with joy and excitement. Instead, it had become a constant reminder of the love she had lost, the dreams that had shattered.
As she drove to her yoga class, Y/N found herself inexplicably drawn to Harry's house. Logic told her to stay away, to avoid the pain of possibly seeing him with someone else. But a yearning, a desperate hope for a glimpse of the familiar, pulled her towards the familiar tree-lined street.
She drove slowly, her eyes scanning the windows of his sprawling mansion. The lights were on, casting a warm glow that hinted at life within. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anticipation and dread. Was he home? Was Nadine with him? The thought sent a pang of jealousy through her.
Y/N circled the block, her eyes glued to the front door, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, even just a shadow passing by a window. But the house remained silent, its occupants hidden behind the veil of privacy.
Disappointment washed over her, a familiar wave of emptiness filling the void where her love for Harry once resided. She had come seeking closure, a fleeting moment of connection, but it seemed the universe had other plans.
With a sigh, Y/N turned the car around, the headlights illuminating the path ahead.  
And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah
The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon candles filled the air as Y/N settled onto the plush sofa in Sarah's living room. Her best friend, with her warm smile and comforting presence, had been a lifeline in the weeks since the breakup. Tonight, like many others, Sarah had opened her home, offering a safe haven where Y/N could shed her tears and vent her frustrations.
"I just don't understand," Y/N lamented, her voice thick with emotion. "How can he be so okay? How can he move on so quickly, like our entire relationship meant nothing to him?"
Sarah reached out, squeezing Y/N's hand in silent support. She had heard the same questions countless times, the same litany of grievances against Harry. She knew Y/N was hurting, and she wanted nothing more than to ease her pain.
"I know," Sarah said softly. "I know it hurts. But you're strong, and you'll get through this."
Y/N sighed, leaning back against the cushions. "I know you're tired of hearing me talk about him," she admitted, a hint of guilt in her voice. "I'm sorry. I just... I feel so lost without him."
"Don't apologize," Sarah reassured her. "I'm here for you, no matter what. But I do worry about you, Y/N. You need to start focusing on yourself, on moving forward."
Y/N nodded, knowing her friend was right. But it was easier said than done. Harry had been her everything, her first love, her confidante, her partner in crime. He had seen her at her best and her worst, had shared her dreams and fears. No one else could ever understand the depth of their connection, the unique bond they had shared.
After all, they both knew what it was to be young and in the spotlight. Y/N had been an actress since she was younger, navigating the pressures of Hollywood with all its glitz and scrutiny. Harry had experienced a meteoric rise to fame with One Direction, the world watching their every move. They had understood each other's struggles, the sacrifices they had made, the loneliness that came with being constantly in the public eye.
"It's just...," Y/N's voice trailed off, searching for the right words. "It's hard to imagine anyone else understanding what we went through, what we shared."
Sarah reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "I know, babe," she said softly. "But you're not alone. You have so many people who love and care about you. And even though no one can replace Harry, there will be other people who will come into your life and bring you joy."
Y/N looked at her friend, grateful for the unwavering support. She knew Sarah was right, but the pain of losing Harry was still so raw, so consuming. She had loved him with all her heart, and the thought of moving on felt like a betrayal of their love, of the memories they had shared.
"I know," Y/N whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I know you're right. But it's hard to imagine a future without him in it."
Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you
The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of Sarah's guest room, casting a warm glow on Y/N's face. She stretched, a yawn escaping her lips as she blinked sleepily at the unfamiliar surroundings. The events of the previous night flooded back to her, the laughter, the tears, the shared confidences that had momentarily eased the ache in her heart.
As she dressed and made her way downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned her towards the kitchen. Sarah was already there, humming along to a cheerful pop song as she prepared breakfast.
"Morning, sleepyhead," Sarah greeted her with a warm smile. "How'd you sleep?"
"Better than I have in weeks," Y/N admitted, accepting the steaming mug of coffee with gratitude.
The two friends settled at the kitchen island, enjoying their breakfast in comfortable silence. But as Y/N sipped her coffee, a familiar longing crept into her heart. She couldn't help but picture herself driving home to Harry after her sleepover, his warm embrace waiting for her at the end of the journey after being the night apart from each other.
She imagined him, his hair tousled, a sleepy smile on his face as he opened the door for her
But as quickly as the fantasy had formed, it dissolved, leaving behind a bitter taste in Y/N's mouth. She blinked back tears, reminding herself that it was just a dream, a cruel trick of her mind. Harry wasn't waiting for her. He was with Nadine now, their laughter and whispered conversations filling the void that Y/N had once occupied.
And with a heavy sigh, Y/N took another sip of her coffee, the bitter brew mirroring the bittersweet reality of her life.
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yuurivoice · 10 months ago
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We've hit the stage of Echoes of Evalas' creation that I'm spending a lot of my quiet time with scenes and characters, including time that is usually occupied by...well, nothing creative. At least, it hasn't been creative time in a long while.
Some of the dearest and most important moments of my young creative daydreaming was before bed. If I might overshare, it was specifically as I lay in bed and tried to drown out unpleasantness I'd hear from other rooms of the house. I'll spare you the details.
I didn't even have music at the time, though in later years as I became a depressed teen, I'd throw some music on my computer to fantasize and fall asleep to.
Oftentimes, these stories and characters I'd contemplate were favorites from various things I enjoyed. In time they'd adapt and evolve into something of my own, in worlds and stories of my own making.
Sometimes it wasn't so grand. There were no sweeping narratives or adventures. Just some self insert character being comforted by a friend or a lover.
Recent nights, I've thrown on my EoE playlist and let my mind wander. I haven't really done that in a long time. Haven't had the need to these days. I'm not running from much. Life is quiet. But as I start to turn over more stones and find what's beneath some of the characters and themes I'm exploring, I've found myself here again.
I don't know if anyone will love what I am making, and I never have. Every person who has let my characters and stories into their hearts means a whole lot to me, though. I've not forgotten when all of this was nothing more than a comfort to myself to soothe away all my fear and loneliness.
As it all starts to come together I'm seeing a stark difference between where I am at as a writer and creative in general in comparison to BitterSweet Chapter 1, as I've revisited it recently.
The pieces were there but it's so clear to me that I didn't have the conviction that I do now. I didn't have the comfort or security of knowing that I can take chances and be bold. I thought I had to color within the lines, and lacked the confidence to really let it rip.
So as much as I've been looking forward, I've also looked back. Further back than I typically like to.
When Charlie said he never thought he'd be this old, that was real shit man. I was a morbid kid. I have a crystal clear memory of being on a school bus in Washington state. Blink 182 just dropped an album. I hate Blink 182, but I listened with a friend whose face I can barely remember. As the high schoolers got on the bus I remember thinking...damn, I'll never be that old.
Not sure what could possess a child to feel that way. Or how that feeling could linger for years. It took a long time to find enough faith in myself to live. Now that I've got it, I think I'm encouraged to give breath to those lost dreams and wandering fantasies. Echoes of Evalas is an exploration of that.
I can't even grasp what that really means yet.
Things like faith, anger, insecurity, and longing for change. I've rattled a lot of locked doors while digging up this story and putting it together.
I am uneasy. That's probably how I've ended up writing this essay in bed, and boy is it a rambling one.
There was a point somewhere. I am excited for what's to come, but uneasy. Not out of fear that anyone will like it or content brained thinking like that. More like...a reverence for this magical thing I've found. Storytelling is magical for me. And that's not me waxing poetic, I think there's something terrifying and beautiful about it. It is the thing I was made to do, and the actual experience of crafting a story like this isn't just fun. I'm removing chains from my soul.
If that ain't magic, I don't know what is.
Anywho, I need to sleep. If you read all that, thank you for putting up with my yapping. 💖
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neocatharsis · 1 month ago
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[PRESS] NCT's Doyoung: "I Just Hope No One Feels It's Lacking Compared to My Previous Album… All 10 Tracks Could Be Title Tracks" (Exclusive Interview Part 1)
NCT member Doyoung is soaring to new heights through music once again.
Recently, Doyoung shared his thoughts during an interview at a café in Seongsu-dong, Seoul, celebrating the release of his second solo album Soar. "I'm grateful to have released a second album following my first. It encapsulates the stories I want to tell, and it holds special memories since I worked with senior artists I’ve long admired," he expressed.
Doyoung's debut solo album, Youth, released in April last year, resonated with listeners through songs exploring youthful emotions. Now, his second album Soar takes a step further, aiming to inspire listeners to take flight alongside him. The album’s 10 tracks, including the title song Memory, embody Doyoung’s heartfelt desire to imbue listeners with the "power to dream."
Doyoung personally defined the overarching theme of Soar: the power to dream. Reflecting on the transition from his first to second album, he said, "I wanted to explore emotions of youth in the first album. For the second, I felt the need to transcend that theme, which led to the creation of this album."
He elaborated, "The visual imagery of 'wings' came to mind, leading me to choose 'Soar' as the album title. The act of transcending and soaring felt akin to dreaming, so while the title is Soar, the subtitle is 'The Power to Dream.'"
When asked about what gives him the power to dream, Doyoung instantly replied, "Music."
He continued, "The concept of 'the power to dream' might be abstract for some. For me, there are songs that make me want to rise and act, even when I'm lying down, or to retry something I had given up on. This album had to include songs with that kind of energy. Music is what fuels my dreams and imagination."
With this latest release, Doyoung once again showcases his confidence and artistry through a meticulously crafted 10-track album, blending delicate subtleties with powerful vocals. Besides Memory, the album includes tracks like Wake From The Dark, Be My Light, First Step, Just Friends, Luminous, Sonnet, Sandbox, and Eternity.
Regarding whether the number of tracks was daunting, Doyoung stated, "This album also has 10 tracks, but I never feel pressured about the quantity. If there were only five good songs, I would have released an album with just those five. Fortunately, we had 10 great songs this time. It was a natural process. I intentionally don’t label my albums as mini or full-length; that’s why I refer to them as my first and second albums."
The title track Memory is a rock piece that encapsulates a wish for every shared moment to remain a radiant memory. It features Doyoung’s powerful vocals paired with an exhilarating guitar riff. The song, composed by hitmaker Seo Donghwan and written by lyricist Kim Eana, exudes emotional depth and polish.
Choosing the title track was a challenging process, Doyoung revealed. "Every one of the 10 tracks was strong enough to be the title, making the decision incredibly tough," he admitted.
He shared how a 30-second demo of "Hello, Universe" moved him deeply. "I received a 30-second melody demo from Seo Dong-hwan, and it instantly captivated me. I thought it could develop into an incredible title track. While in LA for NCT 127's concert, I spent five hours on a call with him crafting the first verse. Everyone at the company agreed it stood out among the contenders."
The song’s subtitle, Memory, also holds profound significance. Doyoung explained, "If memory had a tangible form, I believe it would culminate as cherished recollections. Not all memories turn into nostalgia—only those with significant impact. The universe, to me, symbolises memory and nostalgia. The dual meaning of 'annyeong' as both a greeting to memories and a farewell encapsulates the essence of the song."
Doyoung’s fellow NCT 127 members were full of praise for Soar. "My main goal was to avoid hearing that it’s less satisfying than my first album," Doyoung said with a smile. "Mark told me it’s even better than the first, which was immensely gratifying. Other members also shared positive feedback. I’ve listened to these songs so much that I was curious about fresh reactions, and hearing that listeners genuinely enjoy the album has been deeply rewarding."
When asked about trying fast-paced, performance-heavy music, Doyoung expressed enthusiasm without hesitation. He admitted that the preparation for the second album involved various dilemmas. “I’m now in my 30s, so I considered whether to go with a modern song for the title track or stick to something similar to the first album. That’s where the concerns began.”
He explained, “If I hadn’t firmly believed in establishing my identity as an artist, there would have been a higher chance of doing an album with a different concept. Since I want to do many performances in the future, I think having choreography-based stages with dancers would make things more visually engaging for audiences. I’ll keep considering it and work on something confidently before proceeding.”
Regarding his solo debut album, which featured his brother, actor Gong Myung, in the highlight medley video, Doyoung revealed, “I didn’t share this second album with him. I usually don’t. I rarely meet my family and don’t play my music for them. They always say it’s great, so I don’t think their feedback is objective.”
Doyoung recently made a surprise appearance at Gong Myung’s first solo fan meeting on May 24. Reflecting on this, Doyoung shared, “My brother reached out first, asking if I could come to the fan meeting. I initially said I’d check my schedule, but it turned out that both agencies were already in touch. My manager even told me to keep it a secret, saying I wouldn’t be able to attend. So I lied, saying I couldn’t make it, and then surprised him by showing up.”
Now in his 30s, Doyoung feels more at ease in life. He shared, “I’ve always looked forward to my 30s. People often said I had an old soul, so I felt my 30s would suit me better than my 20s. I welcomed this new decade with excitement. I don’t feel any fear about being in my 30s. Many senior artists continue to thrive well into their 30s, so I’ve never thought age would limit me. Instead, I feel a natural confidence from the experience I’ve gained over the years.”
As a member of NCT 127, Doyoung remains committed to giving his best in all activities. He remarked, “Some fans might think that idols at this stage don’t usually participate in smaller events or non-concert performances. But I want to show as many stages as possible as NCT 127, regardless of the event.”
Doyoung also addressed his upcoming military service. “It’s something I’ve been thinking about because of my age, and I know it’s inevitable. Though I don’t have a set date yet, I’m trying to do as much as I can before then. I think I’m doing well. There are plans I have made--I want to showcase various aspects of myself, both as an individual and as part of NCT 127, and I have been in continuous discussions with the agency.”
When asked if he had received any advice from Taeyong or Jaehyun, who are currently serving in the military, he replied, “They don’t really give advice. Taeyong hyung worries about me. Since the military can be an unfamiliar environment and he’s experiencing it first, I think he’s concerned about me as an older brother would be. We stay in touch quite often—both Taeyong hyung and Jaehyunie. So instead of giving advice, we tend to joke around a lot.”
Doyoung recently revealed on MBC's 'I Live Alone' that he drinks gorosoe sap for his health, which sparked interest.
Doyoung said, "These days, I still take my medicine regularly, but my main focus is on my health for singing. Taking care of my throat is a very important point for me. Recently, aside from medicine, I’ve been taking a lot of vocal lessons and trying to learn and think about how to use my voice healthily."
The scene where he visited his favorite tteokbokki shop on 'I Live Alone' also became a hot topic. Doyoung commented, "They said the shop was closing, but I heard they’re reopening in a new location. I’m okay with it. Honestly, I wasn’t as upset as the people around me who were saying, 'The tteokbokki shop closed because of you.' I don’t think that’s true, but I’m relieved that it’s reopening."
He added, "I sometimes went there late at night, and when I really wanted to eat it, I’d ask my mom to bring some. The owner didn’t recognize me at first, but later figured it out. When people recognise me, I’m actually really happy about it. Since they’re open 24 hours, and there aren’t many people late at night, they might not have realized it was me. Honestly, I don’t even know who the owner is because there are many ladies working there. If they recognise me, I’m grateful. It’s a 24-hour place that’s popular with taxi drivers."
When asked if he wants people to recognise him, he firmly said, "I absolutely don’t want to be recognized. I don’t want it, but if people do recognize me, I feel good and it’s fun. But I’m not even a little disappointed if they don’t notice me," he said with a laugh.
In response to whether he uses public transportation often, Doyoung said, "It’s not that I can’t use public transportation, but I don’t. It’s been a long time since I last used it."
When asked what kind of praise or evaluations he hopes to receive for this album, Doyoung replied, "I hope this becomes an opportunity for people to see a clear identity when they think of the person named Doyoung. Music is very subjective and a matter of taste, so if people think, ‘I want to listen to this kind of music,’ and they think of me, that means I’ve succeeded. I want to be an artist that people think of when they want to listen to the kind of music I do."
When asked about the colour of his music, Doyoung explained, "It’s something that came up during a conversation with our staff—they teased me for being addicted to being ‘overwhelmed with emotion.’ Since I’m so often overwhelmed, it’s almost like they’re poking fun at me. So, I think my music’s colour is something like a fresh tone with a spoonful of overwhelming emotion. I’ve often done music without that overwhelming feeling, but now I’ve become addicted to it. Since it’s like this, I think it would be great if that becomes my colour. I’m addicted to music that makes me feel overwhelmed, and I also overwhelm myself."
When asked about the most recent moment he felt overwhelmed, Doyoung shared, "The most recent time was during NCT 127’s Tokyo concert in May for our 4th tour, ‘NEO CITY - THE MOMENTUM.’ Since it was the final concert of the tour, it was a performance we worked hard on as a team. I feel more overwhelmed when I perform as part of a team than when I perform alone. I tend to get deeply immersed in things. When I’m alone, I don’t feel it as much, but when I’m with my members, it feels like we’re the protagonists of a drama, creating something together. That sense of accomplishment and emotional overwhelm comes from being part of a team."
When asked about the most overwhelming moment in his life, he chose the 'NEO CITY - THE UNITY' concert held at Seoul’s KSPO DOME in 2023. Doyoung recalled, "If I call it the most overwhelming, the other moments might feel slighted, but what comes to mind now is the ‘NEO CITY’ concert in Seoul. It was the last day of six performances at the Olympic Gymnastics Arena. That was our last concert before our members began their military service. Honestly, I don’t feel even a tiny bit of fear about the military hiatus now. When I think back on the conversations we had at that time, it made me realize there’s no need to fear the hiatus. But back then, it was our first time being apart, and I think we were scared because we couldn’t envision when we’d be able to perform together again. That’s why it’s such a memorable moment for me."
Doyoung added, "When I think about our team now, I feel like we have even more energy and charisma than when we were younger. As we continue to make music, I’ve come to believe that we can do this for a long time without losing our touch. I feel a sense of pride in our team and think we’ll do well, which makes me unafraid of the military hiatus. Becoming a long-lasting group is something everyone wants, but it’s not easy. We also have trust and promises with each other to keep doing music for a long time in a cool way. Instead of worrying about the distant future and hesitating now, I think it’s better to focus on the present and the near future and keep moving forward."
Translated by NCTDAOYlNG
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lick-me-lennon22 · 1 year ago
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How they'd comfort you after losing a pet
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(hey, guys!!! this is the final request in my queue, so I will make a post announcing request are once again OPEN ♡ I apologize for the lateness, I've been dealing with heart issues and some complications with work but I didn't forget about y'all!! I hope these headcanons bring peace and comfort to those who need it 💕)
John
John would be straightforward, but empathetic
He would sit with you, offering a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on
Though he's not the greatest at comforting words, he would express his understanding of your feelings and emphasize the validity of your emotions
After hearing you describe your pet's unique features and seeing the photos you showed him, he surprises you with a (somewhat crude, but very sweet and personal) art piece of them
John might recommend adopting another animal companion together when the time is right
He would also share his own experience with loss and how he found comfort in memories and shared love
Paul
Paul would be very nurturing and comforting towards you, as always
He might bring over a sweet treat or make you some tea just the way you like it, knowing that simple gestures can mean the most to someone who is grieving
He'd share comforting words and reassurances, emphasizing the unconditional love that pets give and how their memory can live on through stories and shared experiences
Paul would share stories about his own pets and how they inspired some of his songs (think "Martha My Dear")
He would sit down with you and help you write a song about your beloved companion, composing a gentle and soothing melody on the guitar, understanding the healing power of music
He would likely bring you a small gift as a token of remembrance, such as a charm bracelet with their name engraved
George
George would talk about the interconnectedness of all living beings and how our pets leave a lasting imprint on our souls
He would offer comforting words about the eternal nature of love and memory
He might suggest meditation to sit with your feelings or calming music to soothe the grief
Above all, he would encourage you to release your emotions when they overwhelm you - whether it be by crying, journaling, or whatever eases your pain
George would help you create a small memorial space/altar in your home, complete with candles, flowers, and a favorite toy or photo of your pet
He'd gift you a flowering plant as a symbol of growth and renewal, offering hope for healing and moving forward
Ringo
Ringo would be incredibly compassionate and understanding, and create a supportive environment for healing
He might lighten the mood by sharing anecdotes about his own pets behaving in amusing ways, sharing how they brought joy into his life and reminiscing about heartwarming moments
He would encourage you to take time for a favorite hobby or comfort activity to take your mind off of your grief and sadness
He'd also provide physical comfort at a time when it's needed most
Ringo uses his crafting skills (if you can call them that) to help you a photo album or scrapbook to immortalize your favorite memories
He would invite you to watch a sweet and funny movie together, offering distraction and a chance to share a cozy moment of connection
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seat-safety-switch · 1 year ago
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At the flea market, there's always something great to be had. Sometimes it's something obvious, like a cool Proto-branded wrench at the bottom of a bin full of scrap wrenches. Or it's an album from a band you've never heard of that you pick up on impulse, one that becomes your all time favourite. Or it's the curse you pick up from the weird old lady who runs the honey booth, the one that makes you awaken in the middle of the night, having set fire to a rival meadery without any memory of doing so. All classic moments, but there's one person that really doesn't belong at the flea market.
First, let me explain the context. In my part of the world, food trucks are extraordinarily expensive. I don't mean the truck itself, although buying the fancy kitchen parts for it can get wallet-scorchingly unpleasant. No, I mean the license to run it. You have to submit to all these interviews in order to get approvals, and regular inspections, and file registration fees every quarter. Bureaucracy run mad, if you ask me.
When I was a kid, you used to be able to buy a clapped-out old Econoline and sling burgers and fries out of it into whatever jobsite you decided to stop at. Then, once Big Bylaw started opening the dictionary to look up how to spell "ptomaine," you just went to the next one or laid low for a little while. Nowadays, hipster food that isn't big enough to merit a truck? That food is in a booth at the flea market.
Now, the food is perfectly alright. You've got ramen with hot sauce, ramen with a different hot sauce, and ramen with a third hot sauce. If you're there early enough, you can get a fourth booth's limited-edition ramen with soy sauce and hot sauce. I like this food. What I don't like is that these booths are pushing out the traditional flea-market supplier, sketchy dudes who are trying to sell stolen video games, old car parts, and tools. I can only eat one $18.99 bowl of artisanal craft ramen at lunch, but I can fill my entire hockey bag with tools of whose origin the cops will ask questions about.
If someone doesn't do something soon, the flea market will become a food market. I'll have to go back to getting my deals the traditional way: scaring suburbanites at their domestic garage sales. Nobody wants that! Not least because there's no decent restaurant within walking distance of a cul-de-sac-laden exburb for when my Plymouth blows its radiator after creeping along at 5 km/h all morning.
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taylorswiftstyle · 2 years ago
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Taylor Swift Sells Out Stadiums, Movie Theaters—and Clothes
Sarah Chapelle has compiled the most comprehensive archive of Swift’s outfits on her blog, Taylor Swift Style, and is working on a book about the singer’s approach to fashion. In the 12 years since she started the blog, Chapelle said, Swift’s style has remained “consistently and unabashedly feminine.” 
She noted that Swift crafts her personal style around her different eras the same way she does her music. During her darker “Reputation” chapter, for example, she wore a lot of black, dark green, camouflage and snake print. In one of two music videos for “Delicate,” a song on that album, Swift wore pastel nail polish, which Chapelle said tipped fans off to the palette she had planned for her “Lover” era. 
“She uses [fashion] as a communication tool,” said Chapelle. “That’s how her songs work: taking a certain moment in time and a certain way she felt and permanently encasing it in song to create a lasting memory.” 
Taylor Swift crafts her personal style around her different eras the same way she does her music, noted Sarah Chapelle, who runs the blog Taylor Swift Style.
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