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Fandom: Hetalia Prompt: Worked themselves to exhaustion Rating: G Word Count: 2570 I whumped England but I actually whumped Ireland. England works himself to exhaustion because he makes bad life choices, Ireland begrudgingly picks up the pieces because England's life choices also affect the people around him. @badthingshappenbingo

Usually when Éire showed up at England's place in the middle of the night, he showed up to return to himself the things which England had stolen from him over the years.

Éire got a kick out of giving England no part in the transaction. It was a turning of tables long overdue... so, silent as the night, he’d take his things and leave no trace of himself.

He'd retrieve an old sword, a king's crown, his wand their mother had given him, his henri hippo money box... the usual objects his kleptomaniac of a little brother had seen and somehow immediately sensed that this, this had sentimental value attached, and dragged far misplaced from the original steward.

Usually when Éire showed up at England's place in the middle of the night, he would slip through the window. The old dusty one behind the garden rose bush, the one which had lost all its screws, which England still hadn't realised, and the same one which had lost the short decorative awning lip over the top to small faerie teeth. The window had a sideways damaged flair— that was why England planted the rose bush in the first place.

He was terrible at hiding the problems he refused to fix.

And Éire had gotten deftly skilled at dealing with the hurricane of problems left in the wake of what his youngest brother refused to fix.

But tonight was different even if his entry stayed the same.

Éire slipped into England's house with feather-feet. The storage closet heaps around him absorbed sound between their packed boxes, keeping him secret as if they, too, were on his side, begging to be rescued from the dust-forgotten corners of England's dragon hoard.

His fingers wrapped around the knotted bour wand in his pocket to retrieve the tool. A spell whispered under his breath caused a warm faerie glow to light like a firefly from the tip.

Then, stepping light-pawed around the boxes, Éire continued soundlessly. In the dark he was obscured: a lanky man dressed in brown tweed wool, a narrow movement between narrow spaces that moved a swift pace in a cat-like-gait.

He manoeuvred to leave the closet and he entered England's relatively new house.

The halls were stoic to his presence as usual. They were oddly protective of the ugly deep green imitation of toxic Victorian wallpaper they drowned in, but the sheer number of paintings, posters, framed letters, photographs, and swords hanging over the painful paper drowned even the wall's colour.

Éire disliked this house less than he disliked the last one.

This house, particularly, had only actually been England's house for a few decades. The new residence was government owned rather than having been gifted to him by royals, which was almost a plus for Éire. See, after England’s last home had been rendered unliveable as it was a bombed, fifty room, bleed-your-taxes-out, museum of a pile of rubble, the UK authorities had leapt at the chance to shove him into a smaller, twenty room, bleed-due-to-your-housing-crisis-out, hoarders' paradise of an estate.

In Éire's opinion, the 'house' could probably squeeze five Westminsters and the Palace in it if England threw away his hoard.

Which, to him, meant the ‘house’ was way too large to justify one man living in it... the UK authorities should move his things into a museum or send them back to their owners and put him in a normal house like all the other privileged Britons.

And each of his brothers had been plushily treated to the same British bribery while Éire still lived on the same stoney island he'd claimed since Vikings would knock down his door. No one could make him budge.

He didn't understand why his siblings had all stumbled after similar impractical lifestyles.

Éire whispered a second spell under his breath, an old one he'd created, "dul sa tóir ar dhuine namhad."

He flicked his fingers to his shoes, flicking magic as if it were water. The leather shoes absorbed the words and whispered back, d'aimsigh mé an deargnamhaid.

They began to walk and Éire trusted their direction.

Two things happened at once after a nice stroll through England's hoard.

Éire rounded a corner with cozy fire-feet.

A fizzle of sparkling firecracker-green wizzed by his head.

The crackling spark missed him by a lot. It struck a poor undeserving photograph of a horse and immediately splintered the glass like a shrieking spiderweb.

So that was how the little dragon was today...

Éire's magic smoothed an immediate fire-gold shield in front of himself.

England let loose a string of curses.

"Watch your magic. And your aim. That was horrendous on every front," Éire said.

His littlest brother cursed again.

He looked worse than he'd looked several days ago when Éire'd last seen him. England might've been attempting a furious glare, but the bags under his eyes were taking all of Éire's attention, and Éire couldn't focus on anything else except the massive purple bandit bruising on his face.

My God... those bags were three times larger than usual. He looked like a raccoon.

It suited the greedy little bastard.

"Get out of my house!" England said. He swayed on his feet like a goblin fortress threatening to collapse in the wind.

"No thank you," Éire didn't smirk as he usually would. He wasn't sure what was wrong with the little beast yet, and he felt he should know before he began kicking anthills.

"What's got you leasing brain power into the void this week?" Éire said sceptically. "Three days ago, you missed your queue to imitate a frazzled pup when I called your latest political stunt the world's most irrelevant tantrum. Then you said, 'thank you' when I tossed a note containing a list of GIS data demands in the general direction of your head."

England narrowed his eyes.

He looked deeply concentrated.

Then, "sorry," he said

Sorry? Éire almost laughed, because that was the wrong answer.

England must be feeling economically sick already to be that delirious. England didn’t say ‘sorry’ to him, ever.

"I'll ask Scot to write your obituary if he hasn't started already." Now Éire smirked. "Do you have a fever? Immediate global backlash? Investors betting on your poor choices? Well well well, consequences of your own actions." He was going to sprinkle salt in England's wound just to watch him squirm.

"Please get out of my house."

"Your house? Could've sworn I stood on public land. British taxpayers bought this place-"

"I don't have time to fight you tonight!" England growled. He stomped, but it was a weak stomp, and he nearly stumbled with the motion.

This pulled Éire off his elusive high horse and back onto his original mission, which was to make sure England wouldn't kneel over dead. A ruin of fun, really, but there was an unfortunate responsibility that came with being the eldest of four magical island men without a mother in sight.

"Are you drunk as well as sick?" Éire asked.

"What?"

"Are. You. Drunk?" Éire pronounced each word clearly and slowly for England's aid.

England's wrinkled raccoon peepers widened slightly and he shook his head adamantly. "Why'd you always think 'm drunk." He sounded genuinely puzzled and upset.

"It's a Saturday night, you're alone, yesterday you were withdrawn. Believe it or not, Arthur, you're an incredibly habitual creature."

"I'm not drunk!"

"You're like a toddler trying to bike without stabilisers."

"Leave!" England boldly moved forward. Very pathetically he tried to push Éire.

His bones were fish floppy, his feet were flippered messes without stance, and his resolve faded before Éire could bother lowering his magical barrier to help England save his dignity.

"This is the worst attempt you've ever put forth in controlling me; this should earn you tears."

Even in this poor state, England was desperately clutching filing cabinets and alphabetized dictionaries. Éire was a wild card no matter how desperately England attempted to tame him into his perfectly organised box of a universe. But this? This was a particularly resigned attempt to settle his order.

England's grip loosened and he wobbled more, steadied himself, and drooped. He was a staggering drunk.

He dropped further as if gravity had grabbed his shoulders and tugged him eagerly for a hug.

"England, are you drunk?" He asked again. He was sterner and teasing in the same tone.

England didn't respond this time.

Was the little bastard going to kneel over and die?

Éire... didn't know how to feel about that. He'd need at least a week to ponder whether to sing and dance or sacrifice a single tear or do both at once during his funeral.

Suddenly England's droop sloppily straightened, his fingers glowed a magic green, and Éire's barricade prepared to take another missed shot.

England's hand waved up at his own head as he muttered 'wake' at himself.

The green glow fizzled over England before sinking into his skin.

Immediately his littlest brother straightened fully. His eyes glazed sharp. His face contorted angerly as a mask over his tiredness.

"I'm not drunk, thank you very much, dear brother."

You had got to be kidding...

He was just sleep deprived?

And cursed?!

A magical method to force wakefulness didn't negate the necessity of sleeping!

"You're cursing yourself!" Éire accused.

"Jealous?" England taunted.

"Of sleepless torture? Why would I be?!"

"That you didn't get to curse on me by your own hand," England clarified. He sneered in his ugly pug-face way which always made Éire want to swing a nice left hook into his flat Saxon skull.

The purple sagging under his eyes made Éire think twice about pummelling him. He was already pummelling himself.

"I can solve that problem and curse you now, you little bastard," Éire flicked his wand upwards. The wand summoned an opaque white fog of faerie dreams which twirled, misted, and glinted, in small, dreary loops around his wrist, ready to curse England into a deep sleep.

Alarmed, England put a few feet of distance between them.

"No, no, no you can't do that, I forbid you!" His hands waved up as if they could shield him.

"Oh yes I can." Éire grinned sharply. "You can't forbid me from anything."

"I'm not done working needs to be done before tomorrow I've a deadline another stack of documents— this pertains to you! This is interests you!" England shouted.

Éire lifted his chin.

Clever intentional little bastard. Manipulative baby brother. Lying kid.

"Really?" He said, tilting his head. England brightened.

"Yes, very important," he gestured mindlessly at his desk, "this needs to be-"

Éire flicked the faerie fog off his tangle-bore wand into England's face.

England fell like a stack of bricks.

"You forgot that I don't care for your words," Éire told the soundly sleeping English lump. "... but, er, sorry mum," he mumbled as an afterthought. She never liked it when they fought.

Éire stepped over England's sleeping form and strolled over to England's desk to check what he'd been forcing himself awake to finish.

A stack of documents lined one side. A smaller stack lined the other side. Highlighted on the paper in the centre of his desk was an EU document.

So... England was starting to fill out his divorce papers.

Éire would chuckle to himself if he wasn't tied to his brother's fate. The deadlines were indeed short, England might've been working for days without sleep if he wasn't being helped with all these documents.

Éire picked up a page and flicked the thing straight before reading aloud.

"The bilateral arrangements between the Union and the United Kingdom under the Protocol do not give rise to rights and obligations for third countries," he read the part circled next to a note scribbled illegibly.

Ouch... England getting labelled a 'third country' by the EU was exactly the cold shoulder which England had signed up for. It was different to see it first hand, though.

"Consequently, any imports pursuant to Union import tariff rate quotas or other import quotas applying to goods originating in a third country that are brought into Northern Ireland..." Éire paused as he focused much deeper into the document, "cannot be counted towards that third country’s rights vis-à-vis the Union, unless agreed by the third country. That situation poses a risk to the proper functioning of the Union’s internal market and the integrity of the Common Commercial Policy by allowing the possible circumvention of the Union’s tariff rate quotas or other import quotas."

England hadn't lied.

This was about him and his Union membership.

That made Éire feel odd. The little dragon's whole mouth was silver, to have heard him actually use the truth as his defence was weird.

This wasn't just England's battle, how'd England not bring this up to him three days ago? The foot Éire still had toward his little brother's United Kingdom would cause scruples over import and export tariffs as goods flowed freely without strict regulation between all of Éire's land regardless to which side it belonged. It was a tentative measure to ensure peace.

Dealing with that without contacting him? Ridiculous.

The fact that this made space for squabbling between England and his fresh break with the Union meant England should be meeting with Éire more often about this topic at hand. The Union wouldn't like how plausibly England could escape tariffs by utilising Éire's scar.

And if the Union got their ideal way, England might be further split from Éire's Northern half by regulation. The ordeal depended on how this particular negotiation ended. It wouldn't be a wise choice to put a customs border in the middle of Éire, as reinforcements of his split would call back to more violent times in his history.

But a customs border on the Irish sea would put Éire fully a fence away from the United Kingdom, separating his North half from their main source of imports.

Éire hummed and tapped two fingers to the corner of his mouth.

This... was a stick poking a delicate tower of cards. Éire could sense tension and riot material already.

Loyalists and Nationalists, back at it again with bricks and sticks and fire wicks.

No fun. Especially for Éire.

"You've tripped me for the thousandth time," Éire said to his sleeping brother. The thorn in his side always, the deep splinter in his foot which his own mother had made. England honestly couldn't help but jump off a cliff and knock Éire over in the process.

England: professional discord sewer.

An ironic situation considering England spent every second of his life attempting to control and sort everything into his own perfect order.

Éire sighed.

"If you didn't exist there'd be nothing on earth that could keep me humble. I might've been king. Let's get you to a proper bed," he begrudgingly told the little bastard. He was going to drag him over every stair-step like he and his other siblings did when England was passed-out drunk.

Then, he was going to make him sleep for three days before he lifted the spell. Mainly, because Éire didn't want to deal with him; secondly, when Éire did deal with him, he should be well rested and thinking with a clear head. This was his fight before it should be England's, but England had a part to play and he’d better play well. Éire wouldn't take the consequences of England's choices without driving his stake into the ground first.

#hetalia fanfiction #aph ireland #aph england #northern ireland protocol but in a hetalia fic #this fic indirectly mentions brexit #would take place around 2019?

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astoundingbeyondbelief · 2 years ago

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Kaiju Week in Review (March 19-25, 2023)

This week gave us a much better picture of Gamera Rebirth, thanks to its panel at Anime Japan: we got a synopsis, character descriptions, another opponent unveiled (Jiger!), some toys, and a trailer. I'm loving the redesigns for the kaiju, and am pretty intrigued by the extent to which the U.S. is battling them, but the animation for the humans doesn't look any better than the Polygon Godzilla trilogy. I guess I can bear it for Gamera's sake.

Actor Jiro Dan (middle) died on Wednesday at the age of 74. His claim to fame was playing Ultraman Jack's host, Hideki Go, in Return of Ultraman and many Ultraman series and films since; he was also G-Guard Commander Besuke Jinguji in Godzilla Island. May he rest in peace.

Just when I was starting to worry that IDW's second run of Godzilla comics was going to abruptly end in May, here's another five-issue miniseries. Godzilla: Here There Be Dragons chronicles a secret voyage of Sir Francis Drake in which he and his crew encountered the King of the Monsters and (naturally) other Toho creatures. Believe it or not, this is Drake's second meeting with Godzilla: the first was in Dark Horse's Godzilla, King of the Monsters #10. Can't say I'm a huge fan of Godzilla in pre-Atomic Age settings though. Frank Tieri is writing and Inaki Miranda is illustrating; first issue's in June.

Godzilla: Tokyo SOS was the first Godzilla movie I saw in theaters (at the Pickwick, no less), so catching the Fathom Events showing on Wednesday was a nostalgic treat. Less nostalgic, but quite welcome: new subtitles! Well, new to us. @kyodaikino theorized that they're actually older than the dubtitles we've been forcibly acquainted with. None of the frame rate issues I heard Godzilla Against Mechagodzilla suffered from either. No idea why this was playing on a random weekday in March, but they should keep it up.

Every so often, The Asylum makes a giant monster movie that's a decent way to waste 90 minutes. Ape vs. Monster, their Godzilla vs. Kong mockbuster, was one such production, but I'm sorry to report that Ape vs. Mecha Ape (their... King Kong Escapes mockbuster?) is not. Indeed, it seems bent on entertaining the viewer as little as possible. Avoid at all costs.

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Here's the trailer for Shinpei Hayashiya's next kaiju flick, War of the Ninja Monsters: Jaron vs. Goura. The bar is in hell after his last one, so qualities like "there are suits for both of the monsters" and "the frame isn't wallpapered with cheap CG effects" are notable.

Godzilla Battle Line introduced a new mode, and it's a pretty enjoyable one. Like free battles, challenge battles equalize the levels of all Battle Pieces in the match; you also have to follow certain restrictions when building your team, forcing strategies to shift significantly. The more you win, the faster your egg cracks open and yields rewards. I've only dropped one match so far, which is no surprise; as a trans Pokémon player, I have a lot of experience with egg-hatching.

#kaiju week in review #gamera #godzilla #jiro dan #war of the ninja monsters jaron vs goura #gamera rebirth #ape vs. mecha ape #godzilla here there be dragons #Youtube

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talkingsaxy · 2 months ago

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byf: this is a sfw blog as I'm a minor, no blank blogs, I will block you if you are rude to me or my mutuals

no requests for: amber (f(x)), bang si-hyuk, bigbang, g-dragon, hyuna, jay park (2pm) jyp, kris wu, mamamoo, red velvet, san e., seungri, super junior, taeil, taeyeon, winner (I don't know them), etc.

I'm not a writer. I'm a graphic creator (moodboards, lockscreens, icons, wallpaper, photos you've taken of your boyfriend _______)

Do NOT bring politics onto my blog. I am entitled to my own opinions, as are you.

groups I take requests for

#talkingsaxy: nav

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thevagabondexpress · 11 months ago

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in case anyone wants to do some research . . . a reading list for "progress marches on" (aka all the things i read that influenced it)

the yellow wallpaper (charlotte perkins gilman) macbeth (shakespeare) the thing is (ellen bass) matisse, too (alicia ostriker) the south (emma lazarus) how we heard the name (alan dugan) why are your poems so dark? (linda pastan) matarose tags g-dragon on the 7 (rosebud ben-oni) rhapsody in plain yellow (marilyn chin) october (louise gluck)

tagging the usual suspects (@chaosandtwo, @tleeaves, @faithfromanewperspective, @litanyofthemartyrs, @4uru, @quantummeep). no pressure to read any of these of course but i just thought you might find it interesting to look at the titles and see if you recognize them/what you make of them

#genderbent tsc #genderbent tid #progress marches on #a city built by blood and iron

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tragedicn · 3 months ago

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get to know the mun.

what's your phone wallpaper: kim dokja from omniscient reader's viewpoint

last song listened to: palette by iu (ft. g-dragon)

currently reading: thousand autumn (vol 2) by meng xi shi

last movie: your name

last show: csi: miami

what are you wearing right now: a red, distressed the flash t-shirt and my high school gym shorts

how tall are you: 163 cm? i think? i might have shrunk, who knows

piercings/tattoos: got my earlobes pierced :)

glasses/contacts: glasses

last thing you ate: a peach

favorite color: currently? pink and light purple

current obsession: wuthering waves, honkai star rail and a lot of danmei stuff.

do you have a crush right now: in what sense lol?

favorite fictional characters: too many . . . Kim Dokja, Horatio Cain, Calleigh Duqueene, You Huo, etc .

last place you traveled: the hospital, technically . . . but Taiwan as my last actual travel trip

stole it from: @tunichtgxt tagging: steal it.

#( ooc. )

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insertbadpunhere · 1 year ago

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I did a thing. I always wanted to make a cute generator thing, so here. (Is generator the right word here?)

I also made a text version down in the read more section. Just in case you prefer that instead.

(Edit: I forgot to put the zero option in the eye color section. Think of it as a freebie and pick whatever color you want.)

You've been reincarnated, congrats! But before we shove you off to your next life, let's take a sneak peak.

Your death and Rebirth

How you died is based on the first letter of your family name.

A. Struck by Lightening.

B. Old age.

C. Car crash.

D. Eaten alive by a giant snake.

E. Murdered by a clown.

F. Meteor crushed you.

G. You sacrificed yourself for a loved one.

H. You died of an illness.

I. Swallowed by a whale.

J. You fell through a wormhole.

K. Fell off a cliff.

L. You had a stroke at age 76.

M. Food poisoning.

N. You made a deal with the devil.

O. Possessed by a ghost and died.

P. Murdered for your inheritance.

Q. Abducted by aliens and died.

R. Killed by an imposter.

S. You got hit by a truck. Classic.

T. Died in a death match.

U. Died of fright.

V. Plane crash.

W. Died of laughter.

X. Died of dehydration in the desert.

Y. You angered the fae and died as a result.

Z. Drank lava.

The age you remember your past life is the day of your birthday. (Ex: 23rd = age 23)

Your features: the last digit of your device's battery. (PC users get to choose.)

0. Your natural color

1. white

2. pink

3. red

4. orange

5. yellow

6. green

7. blue

8. violet

9. multi-colored (color combination of your choice)

Eye color is the last digit of your birthday.

1. your natural color

2. pink

3. red

4. orange

5. yellow

6. green

7. blue

8. violet

9. some form heterochromia (pick your colors!)

Your life position is the first digit of your device's battery. (PC users get to choose.)

1. commoner

2. middle class

3. knight

4. nobility

5. clergy

6. royalty

7. crowned prince/princess

8. monarch

9. Choose a magical occupation.

Your love life

The number of pets you have decides how many love interests are in your harem. If you want one, that is. (If you don't have any, then generate a number 1 through 6)

The last digit of the current time is the main love interests' position in life.

0. criminal

1. commoner

2. middle class

3. knight

4. nobility

5. clergy

6. royalty

7. crowned prince/princess

8. monarch

9. Choose a magical occupation.

The main love interests' personality is based on your zodiac.

1. Aries, shy and a book nerd

2. Taurus, superstitious and ambitious

3. Gemini, wise and playful

4. Cancer, Tsundere all the way

5. Leo, loyal and carefree

6. Virgo, golden retriever energy

7. Libra, flirty and outgoing

8. Scorpio, intimate and serious

9. Sagittarius, curious and a little clingy

10. Capricorn, caring and helpful

11. Aquarius, honest and oblivious

12. Pisces, stubborn and possibly feral

Main love interest's hair color is a major color in your device's wallpaper. (Or if there is not one major color, default to white or black.)

Main love interest's eye color is your favorite color. If you can't choose one, then use some form of heterochromia.

Is your lover human? Generate a number 1 through 30.

1 through 20: Human

21: Demon

22: Angel

23: Orc

24: Werewolf

25: Vampire

26: Succubus / Incubus

27: Fairy / Fae

28: Dragon

29: Nehalem

30: Dwarf

#otome isekai #I purposely choose neutral pronouns so everyone can enjoy #I also wanted to put in platonic options but i got tired #this is already long enough for me #I'm cross posting this on reddit so you might find it there

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g-division · 1 year ago

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G Sleepy 💤💫🥺

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bang-me-bangtan-style · 7 months ago

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This blog is intended for 18+ only! So please MDNI or you'll be blocked!

ABOUT ME

Name: Shay

Age: 28

Birth year: 1995

Sign: Cancer ♋️

Pronouns: she/her

Country: America 🇺🇸

Favorite color: Pink

Got into k-pop in 2010/2011! 2NE1 and BIGBANG got me into k-pop. In love with 2nd gen, has a special place in my heart. Was a heavy YG stan back in the day.

Likes ⬇️

BTS (bias Jungkook)

Straykids (bias Felix)

Exo (bias Baekhyun)

NCT(bias Jaemin)

TXT (bias Yeonjun)

Enhypen (bias Heesung)

Seventeen (bias Mingyu)

Ateez (bias San)

Blackpink: (bias Lisa)

Note: I like a lot more groups but theses are my mains

Ultimate bias: G-dragon/Jungkook

LIBRARY

•MASTERLIST

• ARCHIVE (2013-2020)

note: archive has all my old work

MY SOCIALS

• X (TWITTER)

• WATTPAD

•ASIAN FANFICS

•AO3

•INSTAGRAM

Note: Wattpad, Asian Fanfics, and Ao3 are the only places I post my works, if found outside these websites report to me immediately.

MY OTHER TUMBLR BLOGS

• kpop-wallpaper-zone

Note: reblogs of kpop lock screens

• masterlistzone

Note: reblogs of kpop masterlists (mostly BTS) and fics. It’s my I’ll read later blog for my personal use, or if I read something I like I’ll reblog it on there.

I plan to write on these blogs ⬇️

• you-make-noona-stay

Note: my stray kids blog

• Nct-wet-dreamz

Note: my nct/nct dream blog

• exo-exo-exo

Note: my EXO blog

• enhypen-vampires

Note: My enhypen blog

• yeonjunblr

Note: My TXT blog

TALK TO ME!

Inbox me or ask me anything, I’m always willing to make new friends! Let’s talk about K-pop! Or anything you want! Please I need friends 🤣

#navigation #bang me bangtan style

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vitaminwaterreviews · 1 year ago

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IU - Palette

Like Perfect Velvet, this was an album of two halves for me. The first half was a bit faster, the second half was a bit slower. And as you can guess, my ratings more or less track.

I do think it’s an incredibly cohesive album though. The song Palette is a minimalist song, and the entire album follows that cue. The only song which feels completely saturated sonically is Jam Jam - everything else has quite some empty space. That’s not a bad thing inherently; it’s just a thing. And it really helps the theme of the album, I think. A “palette” is something you use to make art; it is not, traditionally speaking, the art itself. Thus the palette is kind of a pre-art; it’s more simple, in a way, than the artwork.

IU’s voice continues to be gorgeous; half of these songs would have dropped a point or two if any other vocalist had done them. This is clearly an album that was created for IU to sing; the songs showcase her voice, and her voice specifically. That said, the features also fit pretty well. G-Dragon does feel a tad out of place on Palette, but the lyrical content of his verse makes up for it. The duet lines with Oh Hyuk were super pretty, fantastic addition to the album. Average rating of 7.8 which might be a tad too low, but it’s about right. Some really good songs, but ultimately I’m just not a huge fan of the quiet ballads that the second half of the album became.

I know Palette and Jam Jam, and I love them both. Also, full disclosure, I’m not using my usual headphones for this one, I’m using my earbuds. They’re reasonably good quality earbuds, but they’re no headphones. If the quality is too much of an issue then I’ll figure something out.

dlwlrma

Oh, I definitely recognize this though

Haha, “wow, wow, wow”, cute

I really enjoy the instrumentation of this

Also structurally, how it alternates between soft and loud

Really cute, fun, classic IU

8/10

Palette

I found this song recently enough that it wasn’t on my Favorites list last time I updated it

I suspect it would end up somewhere in the top 20

I always loved this music video. It’s so simple that it really lets IU’s beauty shine. In the same way that the song is simple enough that it lets her voice shine.

I also love the minimalist style in general. Like, all of these shots could be wallpapers

(In fact I currently have a couple of shots from this video as my phone wallpapers)

The g-dragon part of the MV (and song tbh) does feel a bit off

Maybe it’s smoother if you can read the korean

But otherwise it’s kind of just glamor shots of IU while someone else sings to her

10/10

Ending Scene

Well this sure is romantic

Just piano and vocals so far

The MV shares a similar color palette with Palette

Oh no, what’s wrong

Why is it all grey now

Why is she all sad oh no this is so sad what

And now they’re happy?

Okay wait I don’t get at all what’s going on here

I bet the lyrics would sure help here

Bro the symbolism here is going way over my head but it certainly seems deep

The scissors - she cut him down and now she’s cutting herself down

And now what, she died?

Okay that won’t do, let me go look the plot of that MV up before I judge it

I see. Hmmm… I dunno. It definitely follows nicely from Palette

8/10

Can’t Love You Anymore (With OHHYUK)

Oh okay, this guy has a pretty voice

Instrumentation is incredibly simple. Probably a theme for this album then?

This duet section is gorgeous

Have I ever mentioned how much I love IU’s voice?

8/10

Jam Jam

The fact that they teased us with a clip for this song and never produced a whole MV is literally criminal

Actually, since I’m familiar with the song, let’s pull up a lyric video this time around

Woah okay, I knew this song was sultry, I didn’t realize it was Bad lol

I really, really love the sound of this song. From a purely sonic perspective, this might be my favorite IU song

Mkay, so it’s kind of “bad romance” vibes

9/10, love this song

Black Out

This is rather synthy for IU

I’m not sure I like it either, we’ll see

Otherwise, still very minimal, still prominent voice

Hmm… That guitar there is also a bit odd

Where’s the chorus at

This reminds me of an f(x) song, I can’t remember which one

Yeah I dunno tbh. It’s trying to do a lot and yet also be minimal and idk about that

Oh okay, we get a guitar solo

Hmm… I really don’t know about that one

6/10 to be honest, it was alright, but I am not convinced by it

Full Stop

Piano now

Violins

Oh, some flute, nice

Maybe it’s a clarinet actually? This lower register sounds more clarinet-y

7/10

Through The Night

Water

Is that a book in her hand?

Button

Woah that was loud

What a tiny microphone haha

She’s knitting!! Sakura knits too

Guitar and vocals

That shot of the pond was gorgeous

A little flower hair clip

These harmonies are exactly what this song needed

Ball of yarn!

Broken mirror

This is minimalist too, but in a different way than Palette

8/10 for the MV

Love Alone

Now we’re even quieter

Talk about intimate, I can hardly hear her

Alright guitar, pop off

Yeah, songs like this are kind of annoying, because they’re probably great if you know what she’s saying, but I don’t

I can appreciate just how Quiet she is though. Kpop tends to be obsessed with loudness

7/10

Dear Name

More quiet, more piano

Kind of hoping for a crazy high note, not much of that in this album yet

Oh no, it’s a Proper slow jam, oh god

At least it’s an IU slow jam, so her voice is enough to carry it well

7/10

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1Q84 by Haruki Murakami

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Uglies Series by Scott Westerfeld | Until I Find You by John Irving

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