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Music Monday #255: ATEEZ - Ice On My Teeth release: November 2024 genre: Kpop cw: flashing, surrealism, arson, mafia

Yeah, I'm still not fully back on track with posting things, but hey, it's ATEEZ, we knew I was going to have to feature them on here sooner or later, right? (I'll get around to their second BE:FIRST collab at some point. Probably)

(full review under Read More)

I'll be honest, when they first revealed Golden Hour part 2's title track, I was both wary and confused. It's the sort of title I would expect from NCT 127 (and oh the irony there, put a pin in that) or even Stray Kids, especially in a collab with a Western pop artist (yeah, stick a pin in that, too), which this showed no signs of being. It's not entirely in line with their previous A titles, stylistically, and other than knowing it was going to be amazing (because ATEEZ's title tracks are always amazing), I really didn't know what to expect. A danceable beat was almost a given, but other than that ... what would be the sound? The story? How would it fit with the A-line lore? Would it fit with A-verse or were we going back to Z-verse already? Or some secret third thing?? So many questions, but 2024 has been the year of questions and surprises and the lore going in interesting directions, so of course Ice On My Teeth (hereafter IOMT) continues that trend.

If you're a fan of deep bass dance beats, IOMT starts off strong all right. And upon first listen, wife and I agreed this was less pirate pop and more fungus pop (yeah, that NCT pin? We're back to that now) - we reached the end of that first song and had a very "well ... that was a song all right" feeling (see also NCT 127 A-titles such as Simon Says, Ay-Yo, Sticker). A few more listens and it really started to grow on me, ridiculous chorus lyrics and all. A fun performance number with enough options for three levels of dance challenge (a trend some of us ATINY are thrilled to see after years of other groups being straight up terrified of ATEEZ choreos). Not every day you hear that level of strings in a dance pop song, but of course the fiddle is a perfect choice for a bunch of pirates! And as for the vocal tone, this was a song ATEEZ couldn't have taken on until everyone's voice had fully developed, the way it takes advantage of the lower ends of everyone's registers.

Lyrically speaking, there's an argument to be made that Golden Hour part 2, like part 1, leans in a more meta direction - IOMT, like Work before it, feels like it's speaking more to ATEEZ-the-idols than Heroteez's ongoing story. One could easily apply that same meta lens to the rest of the EP, but especially Enough. Ironically, Man on Fire, a track brought to Edenary in collaboration with an American pop production team, might be the most easily applied to the lore ... and now that I've said that, a part of me really wants to see what might have done for a Man on Fire lore-centered music video.

Speaking of the lore.... SO yeah, this video is wild and I'm still piecing my way through my own impressions. That said, it feels like the two options are a dreamscape (something we've seen before) or yet another A-cluster team. Mingi as some sort of mafia boss is entirely believable, really. The last definitive A-verse view on Hero!Mingi was Youth, reaffirming he came from a broken, abusive home. The sort of environment that can and does push desperate teens into organized crime. Time is fluid, there's nothing saying how far into that troubled teen's future this Golden Hour mansion/hotel/whatever might be.

On the other hand, the supporting cast gives most of the scenes a very surreal feel that could point to a dream world argument with ease. Ballet dancers in ski masks? Furniture strung up on piano wire? The talking busts? Yeah, none of that is reality, so why not be a dream? Work, after all, had an even more surreal dream-like feel and neither have any explicit waking up scenes, unlike the last time we had a dreamscape MV (Illusion), so why not still be dreaming?

And then there's the chess motif that's right there, impossible to ignore. And maybe too easy to apply to the final shot - our twin towers (Yunho and Mingi) as queen's side and king's side rooks (towers/castles) respectively, the Choi "brothers" San and Jongho as knights, Wooyoung and Yeosang as king and queen's bishops, and of course Hongjoong as Pirate King and Seonghwa as Pirate Queen ... it fits the lore almost too well. What does it mean? Well, we're still chewing on that ... and probably need yet more context, to be honest. Until then, I'll keep getting IOMT stuck in my head at random ... and keep crying over Enough.

GOLDEN HOUR pt 2 is available now wherever you stream and purchase your Kpop, including major retailers who feed their sales data to Circle, Oricon, and Billboard (domestic and global) charts. ATEEZ are further set to resume touring, this next leg in Europe, starting mid January.

As a footnote... I'd mentioned yesterday we were still in fundraising mode to pay to have the hurricane damage fixed, that updated post is here.

#music #music monday #kpop #ateez #Youtube

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night-heron-writes · 2 years ago

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Buddy Daddies & Music: Recap Episode

So the recap episode didn’t bring anything new plotwise, but it did give me plenty to dig into with the music.

Most of Kazuki’s first narration section, up to the title card, has background music that feels almost reminicsent of a circus or an arcade game, probably to highlight exactly how unprepared he and Rei were to look after a kid. The bright chords and fast tempo also serve to highlight the feeling of being rushed and overwhelmed. The failed hit job from episode 2 is accompanied by the usual action jazz, not really anything new there. Kazuki’s meeting with Miri’s mom keeps it’s soundtrack from episode 3, with Misaki singing her song, and a melancholy piano version playing during their conversation. Interestingly enough, the clarinet and piano theme I identified earlier in the series, “Miri’s Family”, doesn’t play once during Kazuki’s first narration section, not even in places where it plays in the original episodes, like the “For three?” “For three.” dialogue.

However, “Miri’s Family” does play in Rei’s narration section, right after he decides that yes, he can be a Papa to Miri. This is exactly where it plays in Episode 3, but I find it interesting that Rei’s section keeps it and Kazuki’s doesn’t. I suppose it’s meant to highlight how significant this is for Rei and how much this will change their family dynamic. This time, it continues through the scene of all three of them having a sleepover.

Miri’s disaster montage keeps its original music. We get light jazz playing throughout the scenes where Rei and Kazuki are getting Miri ready for daycare. The arrival at Aozora daycare keeps its original music as well. The scenes with Miri and her friends sharing lunch as well as the fight with disguised!KazuRei and the criminal also keep their original music. Miri and Kazuki’s resolution also keeps its original trumpet- and flute-heavy soundtrack.

What almost sounds like a lullaby played on a celesta (music-box sounding instrument, also sometimes called a bell piano) plays while Rei and Miri discover Kazuki’s note, maybe to emphasize how childishly they’ve been behaving lately? Or perhaps to indicate a kind of wake-up call for Rei?

Kazuki’s flashback to Yuzuko’s death also retains its soundtrack, and so does his conversation with Karin.

Unsurprisingly, we keep the basson for Rei’s conversation with his boss. That man is creepy as hell and they’ve already got a good instrument for him, so why change it?

Most surprising to me was that “Miri’s Family” starts playing right after Rei kills his mentor, while he’s thinking on the dock, and continues until Kazuki picks him up. That was not what played there during Episode 8, and that seems pretty significant. It means that Rei thinks that what just happened means something for their family, and he’s just come to some sort of big revelation about it. Sadly we don’t get to find out what he thinks is important or why, since the show cuts him off right then in the form of Kazuki.

Can’t wait to see what the next episode brings and if my predictions still hold true, since this recap hasn’t really shown us much new in terms of plot. See you when the trailer drops!

#buddy daddies #music analysis #lea over analyzes fictional stuff again #how can i get this many words out of analyzing an episode with no new footage?#buddy daddies spoilers #buddy daddies meta

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 3 years ago

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for the one-word prompt thing, may i request piano (romantic) with malleus and azul? tysm 🤍

Brevity is the Soul of Wit.

You had known Malleus to be gifted with string instruments but hadn’t been expecting that talent to extend to the piano. There seemed to be nothing that he couldn’t do with his magical fingers. Conjuring lightning storms, setting a field abloom, even creating wonderful music.

“Though this skillset is not quite as critical as knowing how to navigate the web of politics, it provides a brief distraction from the world. Fufu. Rejoice, child of man, and allow yourself this one moment of respite.”

He looms over the ivory keys like some dark lord—an apt description based solely on his reputation—milky fingers poised over black and white teeth. A deep breath, then he allows himself to fall upon the piano.

Thunder and lightning come crashing into the earth.

The sound he produces is deep and rumbling, the elements of nature all colliding against one another for a monstrous effect. Wind waking, spirits shattering. Every stroke powerful, weaving a song that is an overwhelming spell.

Ominous, constricting, closing the canal of your breath with thinning air charged with tension.

A masterful command of the keys, a show of all that he knows and hoards for himself. Knowledge, treasure. Pure, absolute power.

You think of a dragon descending, boss music blaring.

Surely, this must be that.

But then...

It bursts, peeling off into light melody. Light, airy notes hop, skip, and jump through a lazy haze. The cadence slow and sweet, as if drunk on honey and savoring the springtime.

Everything eliminated and born anew.

What he wished to have most in his heart of hearts: to have those expectations of him broken and blown to the breeze.

You gingerly place a reassuring hand on his arm. He tenses briefly before relaxing once more, resuming with his performance--a performance filled to the brim with newfound hope, ambrosia spilling from the wellspring that is you.

Humble bragging was not a foreign phrase in Azul’s dictionary. The octopus was an expert in walking the fine line between talking up his own skill and downplaying it—whatever suited the occasion, really.

“Back in middle school, I used to be in an amateur jazz ensemble. Floyd on drums, Jade on the contrabass, and myself on piano. It has been quite some time since I have graced the stage, but for you, I will make an exception.”

There’s a slight smirk to his expression as he takes his seat at the piano bench. Stretching, flexing his fingers.

When they hit the keys, it’s like Cinderella at the stroke of midnight.

All the concentrated magic dispersing in one clean, radiant wave.

The music is both calming and energetic--soft enough to soothe one’s soul, peppered with lively staccato upon longer, smoother notes. It’s a gentle and jazzy tune, the sort of song you can comfortably tap your foot along to.

You don’t know if there are any lyrics or where the melody will lead, but you vaguely hum it anyway.

The music beguiles and allures, dips and turns, tickling your ears with the promise of desires granted, of wishes coming true. An extension of himself, an invitation to dance and skip along the waters. Deeper and deeper into the depths of him.

Only Azul is capable of producing such a sound.

His smirk has melted into a soft smile.

At once, you know.

This is the Azul that lies beneath the treacherous waves, the serenity that lies in wait after a storm at sea. Sunken treasure in the darkest corners of the ocean. Gold glinting in pitch black uncertainty.

You sigh contentedly, leaning into his shoulder and resting your head upon it.

And you let his song wash over you.

Coming in, receding, and then in again, the notes lightly nipping at your ears. His strengths, his weaknesses, facades and facts slosh together, slowly cleansing both your spirit and his.

#twst x reader #Malleus Draconia #Azul Ashengrotto #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland ficlets #disney twisted wonderland #Reader #self insert #Malleus Draconia x Reader #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Brevity is the Soul of Wit

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edgyandoverzealous · 2 years ago

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Dhmis Forced Family Headcannons pt 2

I apologize if this is incomprehensible, bad, or redundant I am actively fighting NyQuil and am slightly sick stolll

• They are all prone to nightmares. Stuck in what essentially is, a horrific and violent time loop, who wouldn't be? Even if they didn't quite remember it.

• These nightmares either lead to intense paranoia of one another and a blow up fight. Orrr they end up super paranoid to the world around them and cling to each other like glue

• In the latter Duck won't go to work or answer (nor will he let anyone else) the phone. On the days where he was the only one with nightmares he will go as far to break the phone entirely and plop himself and Yellow into Red's lap on Red's chair tm.

• In the latter Red will quite literally slam the door in any visitors or teachers faces. Think "and we live in an actual NIGHTMARE" as well as "bye, BYE" levels of anger. He'll also refuse to be separated from Yellow (we call it papa bear instincts) and Duck if he's able to convince Duck to stay home. This is mainly due to Roy trauma and not wanting anything horrible to happen to them when he's not around.

• Yellow in the latter tries to verbalize what's bothering him. To explain the nightmare and why he's so disturbed. But he has hella trouble doing that without words getting stuck and stumbling. This leads to him giving up with a simple "don't leave me alone" as he looks down. Red will, most of the time, comply to that request. Unless they had contracting nightmares in which case Yellow will probably end up yelled at locked in a room and a three way fight when Duck gets home.

• Duck is the CEO or Boss of some factory. He basically just does what Red did in the episode Work.

• Red Guy has to reign in the others at all times.

• Yellow Guy almost electrocuted himself on multiple occasions trying to put a fork in an outlet. When questioned he said his reflection told him to do it. They cover the mirrors for a few days.

• They always buy new batteries when they go shopping, they have an entire drawer full. No one knows what for or why. Sometimes Yellow will grab two and stare at them or try to eat them. Hilarity and fights ensue from the latter.

• Grumpy but cuddly Duck is reall. He acts as though he's inconvenienced by being cuddled by Red Guy when he is the one who plopped himself there. Same thing happens when he pulls Yellow in.

• Sometimes they fall asleep in Red Guy's chair watching TV and wake up incredibly uncomfortable.

• If Red Guy forgets/fails to properly clean the house while Duck is away. Duck will say something and without fail Red Guy will throw something related to the comment at Duck and the two will brawl unapologetically.

•Yellow Guy plays the Trumpet, piano, and banjo.

•Red Guy can play the Electric Guitar, Electric Bass, and the drums

• Duck sings

• The trio have music nights for family nights sometimes where they play and sing songs.

• Yellow Guy likes to do puzzles, play his instruments, and read comics on his more calm or neutral days. He also helps Red Guy tidy up and cook/bake. He likes to color and use Legos on more destructive days. Most of the time walls get drawn on, papers go everywhere, and Legos are scattered across the floor if he goes feral.

• The latter is the main cause of three way fights.

#dhmis #dhmis red guy #dhmis yellow guy #dhmis duck #dhmis forced family au my beloved #dhmis fluffybird #kinda

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capricornwriter5 · 3 years ago

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OUR SEESAW - Chapter 1

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female OC

Genre: idol au, Suga X female OC, smut, fluff, angst, college romance, friends to lovers, exes to lovers, happy ending. ⚠️Warning: mentions of mental health affections, soft drugs

Summary: Music was in charge of introducing them, in front of a piano they fell in love, and in front of it was their farewell. Min Yoongi, a low-income but talented pianist, and Emm, a wealthy and outgoing law student, did not hesitate to risk everything to pursue their dreams together. For years they grew up together and unconditionally loved each other until life's adversities forced them to break up. Ten years later, and in the most unexpected way, they meet again. Their loyal friends Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, and Jung Hoseok supported them before and will do it again without really knowing what the future had stored for them.

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Disclaimer: I named the female character Emmy (Emm for Yoongi 🥰) because it’s easier if we want to see Suga saying cute names (it’s sweeter than just Y/N, I think 😅) but you can totally picture yourselves in the story, that’s the idea!

Chapter 1 - Crystal Snow

That winter the cold pierced the bones of those who dared to leave the comfort of their homes; however, not everyone had the privilege of staying in their residence with the heating on or sipping hot tea, some people had to go out to work and rely on the thickness of their clothes to withstand the low temperatures.

Min Yoongi was one of those unlucky individuals, and with the laziness and even pain that anyone could feel in a morning like that, he got out of bed ready to go to work. It was Thursday, he had no classes, so he worked from before the sun came up until his body gave out. First, he would have to spend part of the day in a radio booth, or at least that was what he wished. His job as an assistant forced him to do everything, and "everything" included even buying food and drinks from his bosses. In fact, he rarely worked directly with music, although he had entered there pursuing his dream of working in the music industry, the reality was different. Even further from his dream was his second job as a food delivery man, which was a nightmare in that winter in which with costs and he managed to stay warm enough to move. His third job was a little better, at least there was no risk of freezing to death since it was in a restaurant.

He tried to be as stealthy as possible, but upon reaching the kitchen, he found his roommate already awake.

"Good morning, Yoongi." Said a guy taller than Yoongi, with brown hair, and a friendly smile. “Do you still have time before you go? I'm finishing making breakfast, the coffee is almost ready, don't go out without eating again."

"This is a surprise; you never prepare breakfast. Why did you wake up so early? Do you have a rehearsal?"

"That's right, I'm the protagonist, I can't be late."

Kim Seok-jin was the name of his roommate, who was in the third year of his university studies. Since Jin was a kid, he had loved acting, as far as he remembered, he has always formed part of the theater club; therefore, it was not a surprise for his family when he decided to study dramatic arts.

After more than a year of living together, Yoongi was used to seeing Jim leave early to study his scripts; however, that morning was particularly early even for Jin.

“This damn cold won't let me sleep and I thought that if I cooked something it would warm me up, but the only thing that got warm was the room when I entered.” He joked laughing heartily, but because he laughed so much, he dropped the egg he was holding in his hand, making a mess in the kitchen.

"Take that as a divine sign to stop your lame jokes," Yoongi said helping him clean up. "Better sit down, I'll take care of breakfast today."

Jin beamed with delight at the thought of his roommate preparing the food. Truth be told, the two of them cooked deliciously and had come to an agreement to share all meals. While Yoongi was responsible of breakfast for being the first to wake up, Jin cooked dinner. However, almost every day before leaving home, Jin found that Yoongi had also prepared lunch and even packed it for him.

Yoongi was such a good cook that Jin had no regrets as he sat comfortably on the couch while his friend took care of the rest. Even though Yoongi had his back turned, he knew perfectly well what Jin was about to do and warned him to stop.

"Don't play with the guitar, last time you broke a string."

"It was unintentional, besides you didn't get mad at me." He said taking it anyway.

"The difference is that this time I don't have money to buy a new package of strings."

“Do they still not pay you on the radio? You work non-stop, you go every damn day and still don't get paid on time, you should find another job."

“The pay isn't bad.”

"The pay doesn't exist."

"Just don't play with the..."

Yoongi's words were interrupted by the scandal caused by the instrument hitting the ground. Jin had dropped it and while he apologized a thousand times and made sure there was no damage, Yoongi just took a deep breath and continued cooking. His patience was one of his greatest attributes, as well as the enormous musical talent he had with practically any instrument that fell into his hands.

"At least the strings are fine," Jin assured with a nervous laugh, but his friend didn't make a sound.

After a while, they both had breakfast in silence, or at least Yoongi tried to do it, for Jin kept talking and making those jokes that only he found funny.

As Yoongi was about to leave, Jin remembered something he would say to his friend earlier in the day, but he practically had to shout it out, as Yoongi had just put on his gloves to go out.

"Some friends invited me out tonight, will you join us?"

"I have to work."

"You can come later, I'm pretty sure we'll see the sunrise there."

“Why would I want to freeze when I could be in my room? I have classes early tomorrow.”

"You could socialize with the rest of the world like a normal person, you know, communicate with real people, not just with your piano and guitar." Yoongi ended up laughing and shaking his head negatively. “You better go, I'll be waiting for you! And as compensation for what happened today, I'll pay all you drink.”

"Are you sure that's a promise you want to make?"

"Damn, I forgot you're a sponge."

"What?"

"A sponge, yes, because of your ability to absorb alcohol."

Yoongi didn't finish listening to the rest when he had already closed the apartment door, it was too early to hear Jin's jokes.

That day everything went normally, Yoongi had to do a thousand things at once, so he barely had time to eat. Fortunately, in the evening his payment arrived; yet, his balance would considerably decrease, since not only did he have to pay half of the apartment's rent he shared with Jin, but he also owed the tuition for that semester. That's without counting what he would spend on food, there was little left at home.

A sigh escaped the musician's lips as he looked at how much money he had left free. "Well... let's continue, better days will come," he said to himself closing the bank application on his cell phone and getting on his motorcycle.

When he got home, he fell into his bed, Jin was not there, but he had the kind gesture of leaving dinner ready for him. It was typical of Jin, especially when he'd made a mistake, like hitting Yoongi's guitar earlier. That was how Yoongi was able to enjoy dinner, but suddenly he felt an enormous desire to drink something with alcohol.

"Shit," he said after making sure there were no more bottles of soju left in the apartment.

He remembered his friend's invitation. On another occasion, he would not have accepted, since spending his Thursday night in a crowded place was at the bottom of his favorite things to do. In addition, his social skills were not the best, he was an extremely quiet and introverted boy, most of the time his mind was lost in musical arrangements that he could make of all the compositions he had made. At first glance, he seemed like an indifferent and cold person, and although it was part accurate, the truth of the matter was that Yoongi had a very fixed goal in his life for years: he would succeed as a composer and live as comfortably as he had always dreamed of.

However, that night his appreciation for liquor made him leave his house again and go meet Jin.

After greeting Jin's noisy friends, Yoongi sat in a corner and, looking as nonchalant as ever, began to drink. The musician did not pay any attention to what was happening at the table, his mind and eyes were outside the bar, thinking about how to convince the radio people to let him work with the music mixes. He had already tried but had only managed to get his bosses to send him for more coffee. Yoongi was used to it, it wasn't the first time he had been told no or his job was rejected, but his disciplined and hard-working nature, plus the armor he had created from so much rejection wouldn't let him give up.

“So, how was your day? I was sure you would end up coming.” Jin said handing him another drink.

"As always." He said taking the glass, but suddenly he coughed in such a way that his friend looked at him worried.

"You're still sick, you should get some rest."

“Says the same person who’s serving me alcohol.” The musician joked.

“Yoongi, why don't you ever listen? You can't go to work like this."

"It's no big deal." He assured.

"If it's nothing, then you might be interested in meeting a friend." Jin raised his eyebrows gracefully. "At 3:00."

"Huh?" Yoongi asked making a sound.

“I already told you, 3:00”

"I literally have no idea what you're talking about, Jin." Yoongi was about to continue looking out the window when Jin laughed and hit him on the shoulder.

"You're so funny! I'm telling you it's the girl sitting on the other side of the table, the one with the short hair."

"Forget it, the last time you introduced me to one of your friends she chased me not only to work, but I couldn't go to the park to train because she was there."

"That's because of your fatal charm." He said pushing him again and making Yoongi regret leaving the house. "Come on! What can go wrong? I mean, after Yujin, any date will be a good anecdote."

Yoongi didn't need to say anything, just with the gaze he gave his friend and how he looked at the window again, Jin understood that he didn't want him to keep bothering him.

As he continued to drink in silence and watch the snow fall, Yoongi spotted a couple. It was a thin boy dressed extravagantly, his winter clothes were so colorful that he ended up catching Yoongi's attention. To tell the truth, the musician ignored if it was the clothes or the fact that the boy had stopped and started dancing in a very funny way. Yoongi thought that he had gone crazy until the girl who accompanied him imitated him and danced the same way. The musician could not see the girl's face, but he was amused to see that strange couple, he ended up laughing from his chair, it was more than evident that these two did not care what people thought, much less didn't mind being ridiculous, apparently, they were having a great time, the boy's laughter was even louder than Jin's.

When they finally stopped dancing, the girl turned around and took off the hat she wore for the cold. Her long dark hair fell freely on her shoulders, despite getting it wet from the snow, the girl didn't seem to care, she hadn't stopped laughing and looking at the boy who was with her. From where he was, Yoongi admired her face, or at least what the distance allowed. He was struck by how authentic her smile looked, in fact, it was the first time he had seen someone smiling with something other than their lips, everything from that girl emanated joy.

“Yoongi, you came!” said a male voice and soon the musician felt a pat on his back.

“Namjoon? What are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.”

“What am I doing here? Jin invited me, didn't you read the messages? I said they gave me the night off because of the snow.” He clarified sitting next to his friend.

Yoongi turned back to the window, just for a second, but the couple was gone.

"Well, what are we drinking today?" Namjoon asked with a smile.

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Despite having spent some quality time with his friends, Yoongi came home that night and couldn't sleep well, because although he had pretty thick skin when it comes to criticism and life's adversities, the truth was that on certain days it wasn't so easy to handle how difficult it was to create his own path. Sometimes Yoongi wondered if everything he was doing would be worth it and if he would ever be successful, but when he realized the kind of thoughts he was having, and when he felt the threatening shadow of anxiety approaching like a stealthy enemy, the musician tried to think of something else, and if he couldn't, he ended up composing music or writing songs. After all, if there was one thing Yoongi feared more than not being successful, it was the havoc that anxiety could wreak on him.

As expected, that night he did not rest well. The next morning, Yoongi left again extremely early, but seeing that his motorcycle had no gas, he decided that it would be better to walk, at least if he walked, he would warm up and forget about the cold. Obviously, that was not the case, and he was freezing while walking.

A few streets before reaching college, he passed a music store that he used to visit, or rather admire, at least once a week. Yoongi could see through the window a piano that he dreamed of buying, his was not so new, besides the wood was not of the best quality, even so, he had a special affection for it because it was the first significant investment he made. However, he couldn't help but wish the one looking out the window, it was simply beautiful, unlike his brown tone, the one in the store was totally black with certain silver details that Yoongi loved. Unfortunately, the piano was worth a fortune, and he carried more important debts, so he sighed and continued his way. Once he was successful, the first thing Yoongi would do would be to buy it.

A few minutes later, Yoongi was entering the music department of his university. Being so early, no one else was there, just an old janitor, who was used to seeing him at that hour. Since his first year, the boy had been taking advantage of the fact that the practice rooms were empty during the mornings.

"Kid, there's not even natural light," commented the janitor when Yoongi greeted him with a kind smile.

"The earlier the better"

"Go in there, I just finished cleaning for you, I assumed you would come early again."

With a slight nod, Yoongi thanked, but before leaving, he took out something from his backpack and offered it to the man.

"I made soup"

Touched by the gesture, the old man put down his cleaning supplies and smiled at Yoongi. "You're going to spoil me, what am I going to do when you graduate and stop bringing me breakfast?"

"We'll worry about that later." Yoongi commented with a wave of his hand before entering the practice room.

"Wait, wait! Aren't you going to join me?"

"I need to practice"

"Oh, come on, it'll be just a couple of minutes, I'm starving."

Since there was no one else there at that time, there was no problem in going into another room so that the old man could eat.

As always, what Yoongi had cooked was mouthwatering and in a matter of minutes, everything was gone. However, although Yoongi kept doing the same thing every day and pretended that he wanted to be alone, he really enjoyed those little moments in the morning when he talked to the janitor. Maybe it was the fact that he reminded him a bit of his father, or that the old man had a very warm personality, whatever the reason, Yoongi had a close friendship with him.

"Still can't find a better job?"

"Everything remains the same. But it's okay, it's a matter of being patient."

"Sure, you're young, you can say that. Although you don't think like a young boy, you're an old man trapped in a body of a cool musician. Is that why you're growing your hair out? If you continue like that, you're not going to find a girlfriend." He said pointing to Yoongi with his index finger and making him laugh. "But you know what? Girls like bad boys, and you have that vibe."

"Did you make me stay just to talk about my hair?"

"Hair is always important, kid, one bad hair day and everything goes wrong." That comment made Yoongi laugh even harder. "But tell me, have you thought about the offer the director made you? If you teach others, you’ll earn good money. He's even offering you to be an assistant, in all my years working here, I've never heard of anyone being offered that. It is the students who beg for that opportunity."

"You know I don't want to teach, I don't want to work with others, I prefer to do it by myself."

"Are you gonna continue singing the same song, kid? Don't be foolish and stubborn, that won't do you any good. It's too hard to do everything alone, you have to accept help and don't be proud."

"Harabeoji, it's not a matter of pride."

Look, what happened to you is..."

"Well, time to go," the musician interrupted getting to his feet. "I need to practice before I go to work."

"Oh, no! You're not doing the same again, come back here."

"Close the windows of the rooms you need to clean, this winter is not a joke. The last thing you want is pneumonia, if they hospitalize you, I won't be able to bring you food."

As Yoongi walked out the door, the janitor yelled, "And cut that hair, you can almost braid it!"

With a grin on his face at the old man's insistence on his hair, Yoongi headed to the rehearsal room. He could spend hours when he was in front of a piano, really in front of any instrument, but the piano will always have a special place in Yoongi's life. Hence, it was no wonder that he had to run out of the practice room when he realized he was late for work. If all went well, the shift would end early, so he could practice a little more. Normally, he would do it at home, but his piano had been sounding different and he had to send it in for repair.

Yoongi couldn't even suspect what his long hours of practice in that class had done to someone, but he would know soon enough.

To be continued... 🐱

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lieblingspulli · 3 years ago

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Loving Straykids: SKZ

Word Count: 2.2K

OT8 Skz x Reader (Gender Nuetral)

Summary: What does it feel like to be loved and love the members of Straykids? It feels like many things, but mostly home.

Masterlist!

SKZ Masterlist!

a/n: Hello everyone! I hope now that summer has begun, that I can continue to put out notable works that you guys can enjoy. This is my first fic including all of the boys so please be gentle with her! <3. I got this idea while listening to some piano music, it's soft lover hours. As always, I hope you enjoy this one!

P.S. I made a playlist for this post! Check it out here.

Chan

Song: New Home, Austin Farwell

Chan can be a bit frustrating at times. His behavior at work is different from his behavior at home, not in a bad way, but he seems to switch modes when he’s in the studio. Sometimes his professionalism can get in the way of truly opening up to you, yet you feel as if he knows everything about you. Chan likes to pay attention to everything, everyone, all at once. But this is always quickly remedied, as he is a firm believer of never going to bed upset. Talking to Chan is always a relief and you love how open he can be sometimes. Chan likes to show his love in different ways and sometimes (more often than not, all the time) this can hamper his ability to love himself. But loving Chan reminds you that not everything can be perfect and this is okay! Imperfection is what makes your love for Chan stronger, and you love to make this a point when he’s down. Chan always strives to be a perfect partner and lover, but loving you makes him love himself too. The way you remind him what it means to be human, it’s something he’ll cherish forever. Loving Chan is loving his work, his moods, his personality, his everything. Nothing makes him feel more loved than him coming home after studio recording days and you waiting for him on the couch. His arms wrap perfectly around your body like they were made for hugging you. Chan loves to tell you how beautiful you are, how incredibly patient you are, and how imperfectly perfect you are for him. Loving Chan is loving to be human.

Leeknow

Song: Clouds, Luke Faulkner

Minho is generally a loud and proud type of person. As a partner, Minho is chaos personified, but there’s also a gentleness to him that is profoundly deep and lasting. Minho is a gentle lover, not very expressive, but his motives are there-loud and clear. His actions may be a bit misguided, like that one time he surprised you at work with a personally delivered lunch but you were in the middle of a meeting with your boss when he walked into your office yelling, “Jagi!!” Nonetheless, his intentions are as clear as daytime in the summer. His words may be jumbled sometimes, or he may get moody, but that’s precisely why you love him. Despite him not being a stereotypical and ‘perfect’ lover, he makes loving seem easy and fun. He’s quick to keep a hand on you, making sure you know he’s there when you need him. Minho is quick to land kisses on you when you show any sign of being upset or anxious. His disposition scares others, but to you, he is the perfect ending to your day. He is the start to your morning, the stars to your telescope. Minho knows you like he knows the back of his hand. Loving Minho is like waking up to a sunrise and hearing the birds chirp. Minho loves to love you, and you only. He loves his fellow straykids members, but loving you is different. It’s what makes him whole and feel real. It fills any doubts he has in his mind about things that happen in life, it makes him feel secure in the path he takes, because as long as he’s with you, he can do anything. Loving Minho is loving the process of being in love.

Changbin

Song: First Love, Luxid

Changbin is a man that knows what he wants. That is, until he met you. Changbin has never felt so blindsided yet free in his life. Changbin is a prideful man, a hardworking, talented, pretty young man. You never fail to be surprised each time he professes his love to you (which is every morning in bed) or every time he surprises you by coming home before you to help you relax from a long day of work. Changbin loves to be your picture perfect lover, someone you can brag about to both your parents and your friends. But when he’s with you, all his walls come crashing down. His pride is torn to bits, not by you, but by his adoration for you. He loves to spoil you when given the chance, he loves to kiss you silly. Changbin is enamored with the mystery you bring into his life, the spontaneity you breathe into his days. He’s in love with how much he’s discovered about himself since you showed him what it means to be loved. Changbin is struck dumb by your ability to comfort him in stressful times, and by your patience for his thoughts. Your unyielding iron fist in your guys’ conversations about bad days and good days makes him want to surrender all his thoughts to you. Loving Changbin is loving how hard he works, but also how unserious he is. Loving Changbin is feeling the cool breeze on a hot summer day, it is clarity and energizing. Loving him is knowing you will always be safe in his embrace and being encouraged to do more.

Hyunjin

Song: The Flower Garden, Joe Hisaishi

Hyunjin loves to be creative. He loves to create and see creation. That’s why his love for you feels so intimate. It is something the two of you have created together and it makes him giddy to know you have put as much work as he has in order to make something so long lasting and fulfilling. Hyunjin’s love feels slow and comforting, like a lullaby singing to you to have a good night’s rest. It is like Felix’s where it feels like a fairytale, but this fairytale is slow and meticulous in its formation. But it is also detailed and precise, Hyunjin is a perfectionist at heart. Your love for him has melted through his detailed process of creation and now you make the most beautiful of colors as you two show each other love everyday. The hues of your relationship are rich and nothing pleases Hyunjin more than knowing he has provided for you a type of comfort that no one else can give you. Hyunjin loves how you dance for him, he loves how messy you can be and yet still love the final product. You’ve shown him both creatively and romantically that the process is about having fun and not how perfect the end product is. His love has shown you how he has surrendered everything and how much he trusts you. Hyunjin’s love feels like a flower garden during the spring, newly sprouted, yet so satisfying and beautiful. The roots of your intricate romance feel like something new is coming your way, and who knows? Hyunjin might just pop a certain question soon!

Jisung

Song: this is what falling in love feels like, JVKE Jisung is your classic playful lover. Everything seems to spin when you are with him, as if the world revolves around the two of you. Jisung is not the type to publicly show his affection, but he absolutely will show spectacular proclamations of love to you. His affection, physical or not, is always grandiose and dramatic, but also soft and tender. His “i love yous” every morning are not devoid of meaning, nor are his touches or surprises. Jisung feels like a swig of cold water after running hard, loving Jisung feels energetic and happy. Jisung sometimes gets too caught up in his own thoughts to really think through his grandiose plans, but you balance his jumbled out thoughts perfectly. Your ability to sort out his energy is unparalleled, compared even to the likes of Chan. Jisung’s energy matches your calm demeanor in a completely sensible way. Jisung has so many things he wants to say or do, and you are there to tackle them with him one word or day at a time. You love how silly he is, but you also love how he is when he is calm and collected. Jisung’s ability to be laser focused on what he wants is incredibly attractive to you and you love encouraging him to try his best when things don’t go as planned. His never ending fountain of words can slow down into the most eloquent displays of affections. Loving Jisung is like drinking sweet tea by the pool. Loving Jisung is loving how to be silly and still so focused on your emotions. It is goofy but it is so clear to you that Jisung exists for you and you for him.

Felix

Song: So This is Love, Emile Pandolfi

Felix is the most fairy-like person out of the boys, as many can securely back me up. Don’t mistake his dainty demeanor for weak however. Felix’s love is strong, and he makes sure he can support you with his iron will alone. Loving Felix feels like a fairytale at first, it is light and sweeps you off your feet with how perfect it is. His love is like pixie dust on your nose, but also a secure foundation for your feet to walk on. Felix’s words have depth and meaning, his touches remind you that he’s there when you fall and will always be. Your kindness and empathy often do not go unnoticed by him, he loves how caring you are for those around you and it makes his stomach feel warm when you always ask about his family and friends. Your ability to make him feel cared for and secure in his own image makes him fall in love with you every day again. You love how he makes you feel like a princess and he loves how you reassure him immensely. He loves to help you find yourself and you love to hold him when the time calls. Your love with Felix can best be described as holding a butterfly and feeling a sense of euphoria. Loving Felix feels like a ballroom dance in glittering lights, but only the two of you are dancing and nothing else in the world matters. Loving Felix feels like your fairytale will never end.

Seungmin

Song: Mia and Sebastian’s Theme, Kyle Landry

Seungmin is such a roller coaster of a person, it would only make sense that his love is also chaotic as well, right? Wrong. Seungmin’s love is intricate but never chaotic. It has resolve, and is organized. Suengmin knows when to comfort you and when to leave you be. Seungmin is a stickler for being organized, but when you first came into his life, your chaos was a headache. Seungmin hasn’t been that surprised very often, but as he began to realize how much he’s grown to love you, he felt like his world was being turned upside down. All his organized thoughts were dumped on the table like a child emptying their toy box. But as time passes by, Seungmin has learned how to love you for all the chaos you bring him. He loves how much duality you have, being a passionate lover but also being a calm mediator in tough situations. His love feels like flying in the night sky, it’s exciting and yet serene at the same time. It is bright and light, but also has a type of seriousness that makes him feel like he’s got control over his life and emotions. You have a special ability to bring out the best in him, despite the attitude he gives (jokingly). Seungmin loves you fervently, you fuel him in a way no one else can and this makes him want to be a partner that pleases. He loves the way you look at him and he loves the chaos you bring (along with your guinea pig that you both adopted together). Seungmin’s love feels like organized chaos, but it is a fire that lights you both and keeps you running without ever running out of fuel.

I.N

Song: Nothing, Bruno Major

Jeongin is the most shy out of the boys. Despite this, Jeongin is the first to admit he loves you. Those words fascinate him, but he truly feels like he loves you. Jeongin goes with whatever happens, he rides the waves and listens to people as they pass him by. He is reserved, even with his older bandmates, but he opens up completely to you. As a lover, Jeongin likes to do whatever you like and he maintains his gentlemanly manners when you go out with him on dates. He is a calm and level headed partner, always figuring things out even if he doesn’t understand things himself. His shyness is not for a lack of confidence, rather it is his façade to truly observe people. The more he observes you, the more his respect and love for you grows. Your spontaneous disposition pairs well with his flexibility and you find yourselves taking random trips for dates. He admires you whenever he’s with you and honestly, he’s satisfied showing you love on a day trip or a night in at home. He just wants to be next to you and feel your comfort after long days at work. Loving Jeongin is a playful but immensely secure love. It’s comforting like a warm jacket on a snowy day, but it also lets you appreciate the small things in life as you walk to the convenience store at 9pm or cuddle next to him watching the Little Mermaid. Whether it’s playing board games with him or riding a large rollercoaster, loving Jeongin is the same in any circumstance: it is young and playful, but also a pocket of home to you.

#Straykids #bang chan #skz lee know #changbin #hyunjin #jisung #felix #seungmin #Jeongin #fluff #ot8 #lovestay #you make straykids stay #comforting #skz x reader #skz fic #skz fluff #take care <3

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simpalert · 2 years ago

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an explanation of my au of batim in celebration for batdr release, as told by bendy himself (TW: mentions on blade and "blood"<ink> and chest cavity)

so...guess I'm doing this now huh? well, let's get this over with. the day started like any other, Sammy was playing piano, Alice was singing, and me and Boris we dancing. everything was perfect, but then joey walked up to me and told me to follow him. I followed cause he's my boss and my creator, I felt like in that case I had to. we go to an old dank room with a medical table in the middle, he tells me to get on so he can strap me to it. I do what he said cause again, he's my creator and my boss. so I felt like I had to. he then puts a cloth over my mouth, I asked him why he put it on and he said no reason and to close my eyes.

I close my eyes and everything is quiet for a while, just noises of joey moving and muffled music outside. but at some point, I feel a cold, stinging sensation on my wrist. I asked joey what was going on and he told me nothing and to be quiet. a few more of these weird cold sensations go by and I finally opened my eyes and saw that joey was using a blade to cut scrapes all over my body. I yelled at him to stop and once I realized that he was ignoring me I yelled for help. but thanks to the rag I was muffled and they were still playing music outside. so I had to go through all of that torment. once he was done he released me from the bed and dropped me on the floor like an old rag, then he walked out of the room. I tried to get up, go after him, or even get help. but at that point, I was losing so much ink, and couldn't move an inch without being in a tremendous amount of pain. I just curled up in a ball and lay there, silently crying to myself.

once I was able to move around again I wobbly got up and then noticed that the music stopped, I went outside and no one was there. I then wandered around, alone. until something in a room, I passed caught my eye. I went back and what I saw, shook me to my core. in the middle of the room was a medical table, surrounded by candles, with a pool of ink under it. and on that table, was Boris. Xs for eyes and a huge chest cavity, nothing inside other than ink and ribs. at that moment, it felt like my whole world was crashing around me. I went up to Boris shoke him a bit and pleaded for him to wake up, what a foolish thing of me to do. that Boris was gone, gone gone. I cried for a good minute until I heard faint muffled screaming from a room a few inches away from the one I was in, I wobbly got up and went to see and, and it was Alice. and she was getting almost the same treatment I got. I tried to go in to save her. but once the cloth on her mouth slipped down she mouthed to me, run. so I ran. I ran all the way to heavenly toys and hid in a pile of plushies.

I found a tape recorder in the pile and started to record something. I don't remember all of what I said, but I was mainly just pleading for all of this to be over or to just have been a cruel nightmare. I was also saying sorry to any almighty deity that I might have made mad. and after that, everything went dark. I barely remember I single thing that happened, yeah I can recall little bits and pieces. but most of it is a blur to me. when I came back, Henery was there waiting for me with open arms, a ran up to him and he gave me a big hug. and finally I felt something that I hadn't felt in years.

safe...

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I hope ya'll enjoyed this lil fic, I might make some comics of this au or maybe more fics but idk.

have a great day batim and badr lovers/enjoyers alike.

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ninacarstairss · 4 years ago

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Say you won’t let go

THOMASTAIR WEEK — day 4, song association @youngreckless

“Can you sing something for me?” Thomas asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

Alastair raised his head and his eyes met Thomas' over the cup of coffee he was jealously holding in his hands. A smile tugged at Alastair's sleep at the sight of the other boy's disheveled hair and the faint gleam in his hazel eyes.

It was a cloudy day and the dim light of morning flooded the room. Alastair let his gaze rest on Thomas for a moment and his lips curved upwards. They'd barely seen each other for the past week: Thomas coming to bed at ungodly hours because of his internship and his despotic boss and Alastair having classes all day long and exams coming up. It was the first time in a week they'd woken up together and could sit at the table to have breakfast at the same time.

He stood and pressed a kiss on Thomas' forehead before taking his hand and leading him to the small space they'd called the music room. Thomas was still clutching tightly his coffee and Alastair couldn't help but smile at the sight, as the taller boy sat on the stool near the piano. Alastair sat in front of the instrument too, his bare knee grazing Thomas', a simple gesture of comfort he had greatly missed in the last few days. “What do you want me to sing, azizam?” he asked, a hand going up to cup Thomas' nape, fingers brushing his hair softly.

Thomas closed his eyes at the touch and Alastair felt the other boy's posture ease under his fingers like a reflex. “Whatever you want” he answered. “I just want to hear you voice for the next three minutes. Or maybe for the next three hours.”

Thomas grinned at him and Alastair thought he might just do anything for that smile. He placed another kiss on Thomas' cheek and then positioned his hands on the piano. His mind filled with notes and melodies and he searched for something that would fit the moment. As soon as his fingers started moving, Alastair noticed Thomas recognized the song.

I met you in the dark, you lit me up You made me feel as though I was enough We danced the night away, we drank too much I held your hair back when you were throwing up

Alastair turned his head to look at Thomas and saw the mirror of his own expression on his face. He was looking at him as if he was the only person that mattered in the world. He wondered if he would ever get used to the feeling of being loved by Thomas Lightwood in such a singular way. It still felt bigger than himself, and he was ready to get lost in the vastness of that emotion.

Then you smiled over your shoulder For a minute, I was stone-cold sober I pulled you closer to my chest And you asked me to stay over I said, I already told ya I think that you should get some rest

Thomas eyes fluttered shut again for a moment, then he opened them and a smile broke across his face. A shiver went down Alastair's spine at the sight. Thomas set down his cup of coffee and started singing with Alastair.

I knew I loved you then, but you'd never know 'Cause I played it cool when I was scared of letting go I know I needed you, but I never showed But I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old Just say you won't let go, just say you won't let go

As their voices became one, the words of the song hit Alastair fully, the truth behind what they were singing. He and Thomas had started as an accident, a twist of fate that had barely any meaning, and Alastair had wondered way too often when Thomas would tire or be overwhelmed with everything that Alastair was or needed and leave. But it had been four years and Thomas had seen all his lights and shadows, he'd wanted to know the worst part of Alastair and he'd loved them all as if they were his best qualities. In those four years he had taught Alastair to let go of his fears and to accept the love Thomas wanted to give him. And somehow, it had been possible: Alastair knew Thomas wouldn't leave, just as surely as he knew he himself wouldn't.

I'll wake you up with some breakfast in bed I'll bring you coffee with a kiss on your head And I'll take the kids to school, wave them goodbye And I'll thank my lucky stars for that night

When you looked over your shoulder For a minute, I forget that I'm older I wanna dance with you right now Oh, and you look as beautiful as ever

Thomas leaned in and whispered the next lines in Alastair's hear, giggling softly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

And I swear that everyday you'll get better You make me feel this way somehow

I'm so in love with you and I hope you know Darling, your love is more than worth its weight in gold We've come so far, my dear, look how we've grown And I wanna stay with you until we're grey and old

The song went on and memories of those four years started playing in the back of his head: breakfasts in bed and late night drives around town to look for a 24h store to buy snacks or to go wonder around the deserted places in the city, days snuggled on the couch having movie marathons and their travels around the world, the day Thomas first told him he loved him and the time Alastair surprised him with a trip to Paris and kissed him on the Tour Eiffel. The time they fought for days because everything seemed impossibly complicated and difficult but, against all odds, made it through the pain and found a new balance, a new home for their love to grow into.

I'm gonna love you 'til My lungs give out I promise 'til death we part like in our vows So I wrote this song for you, now everybody knows That it's just you and me 'til we're grey and old Just say you won't let go

When the song ended they fell into giddy kisses and blissful laughter, Thomas' coffee forgotten on the piano and probably cold by then. Thomas pulled Alastair onto his legs and put his arms around him, the feeling of his warm skin like a steady certainty wrapped around Alastair's heart.

“Hey, hold on” Alastair said, pulling back from the kiss and earning a grunt of protest in return. “It's your turn now,” he added, a grin breaking across his face. “Tell me something in Spanish.”

Thomas smiled back at him and leaned in to lay a gentle kiss on his lips. “Te quiero” he murmured against Alastair's lips.

Alastair brought a hand up to touch Thomas’ silken hair and locked his eyes with the clear hazel of Thomas'. “I love you too.”

“Y voy a quedarme, siempre.”

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The two lines in Spanish are “I love you” and “I'm going to stay, forever”

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musicallisto · 4 years ago

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hi love! congratulations on such a wonderful milestone! i’ve been following you for ages so this is almost as exciting for me haha

could i please get a 🍨 for the grishaverse/six of crows? (whichever you feel fits!) i’m straight female who is an istj, slytherin, and 6w5! i also took the grisha quiz and am apparently a alkemi (but would i truly want to be grisha? the jury is still out on that). im 5’7 with blonde hair, brown eyes, and glasses. i’m a sagittarius sun, pisces moon, and aquarius rising!

i’m pretty independent, and believe no friendship demands blind faith. i’m probably too selfish (which i don’t see as a bad thing, personally), and can be quick to anger.

HOWEVER! i’m not all angst. i’m introverted, shy, & frankly bad with emotions (both feeling and expressing), BUT i also love to laugh, and will not stop talking to you about things i like once we’re friends.

i love that first sip of coffee, the silence after it snows, and the stars on a clear night. i’ve had multiple concussions from sports (which tells you all you need to know about my self-preservation skills) but i will take a day in bed reading or watching various franchise movies over adventure most days. i also lovelovelove listening to music — specifically classical!

thank you so much in advance !! and take all the time you need, this is a fun celebration so i wouldn’t wanna stress you out :) congrats again!!

hi! here’s your vanilla milkshake! (also - please come off anon because first of all, you’ve been following me for a long time? my heart melts. but ALSO! you sound like the most amazing and fascinating person and i adore your personality.) i thought of going for a shadow and bone character to diversify a little bit - but who am i to resist the call of kaz brekker?

no words can express my excitement at being able to use an actual gif for Kaz.

we all know Kaz and we all know his emotional turmoil. expect the slowest of slow-burns; expect to even wonder if the candle is lit at all.

But it is, I promise. It is lit and it seeps into his heart in ways that he doesn’t understand, and frankly, that scare him a little.

He’s never been good at that whole falling thing. He’s more than content to sit above the rest, and leave the tumbling to Inej.

So when he has to face the music and understand that you’re not getting away, and neither are his growing fondness for you? He’s totally helpless. Serves him right for not learning how to fall sooner.

At first, he thought it was mere fascination that drew him to you. Sure, it takes a lot for him to be impressed... but even he has to admit that you are a lot. Not in the lot in the exuberant sense of all these merchants, but assured and strong in your mastery of your powers, and in your quiet competence.

You craft most of the poisons and antidotes the Dregs use, and are unafraid to yield them yourself; you don’t mind getting your hands dirty; you’re reliable, loyal, easy to trust, and, surprisingly to him, easy to befriend as well. Although he doesn’t make a big effort to befriend you anyway; but whenever he goes down to visit you in your clandestine lab, he ends up spending much more time than he originally planned talking to you.

It’s just so easy to forget the grime of the streets above in that peaceful laboratory, with the distant sound of violin and chemical solutions bubbling somewhere indistinct. And your total concentration, as you mix up the poisons and conjure the blasting powders with deadly precision, is a magnificent sight to see.

At first, Kaz is guilty of sending you on missions for him, or confining you to your lab. You don’t mind the work, and understand that it is where you are most useful, but quickly tell Kaz that you are not at his disposition whenever he wants to run his errands; that you are his equal, and that you work for the Dregs because someone must feed these poor children, not because you would blindly give up your life for him.

In other words: you owe him nothing, and you’re not his lackey. And he better understand that quickly, lest you leave and offer your services to a cause that will remember you for more than your craftsmanship.

It’s a wake-up call for him, surely; it’s when he realizes that you have an independent soul, that you know no ties nor bounds, that you are neither a Kerch nor a Ravkan nor a Shu, but truly a citizen of your own heart, and that there is nothing tying you to him except your good will.

And the idea that you might disappear from his life as quickly as you barged in is enough to paralyze him for a good second. But then he regains his composure.

And asks you to stay, please.

(Not for the poisons, not for the magic, not for the money, but for me, he almost adds, but he can’t get the words out, and doesn’t.)

From that point on, you go on missions with Kaz and the Dregs, and no longer for them, standing as tall as the other Crows.

And your relationship with Kaz grows seemingly a little stronger for it. He opens up a little more, sometimes slips in a little something that might even be considered a compliment.

The others have told him time and time again that you are a fun and happy person to be around, and he couldn’t believe them, because all he ever saw of you was the focused and precise Grisha synthesizing arsenic or negotiating contracts by his side. But as he opens up to you, and on the rare occasions you’re both at the Crow House, he listens to you excitedly tell a story to the others Dregs crowded around a greasy table, he understands what they mean.

You are fascinating.

It’s not the Alkemi in you, it’s not your deadly aim nor your rigor with your work... it’s you. It’s in the excitement in your voice when you talk about something you love, and the care you put in making space for Kaz in your busy schedule.

“I thought you didn’t want to see me?”

“I don’t want to see you when you boss me around. Otherwise, you’re not so terrible to spend time with.”

(Which, in your shared language of restriction and shiness, means “I appreciate you a lot and enjoy your company more than I let on”.)

It’s in your relaxed face when you listen to classical music... when you’re working late nights at the lab and start humming along to the piano on a beaten gramophone that Jesper, of all people, stole for you one day - a Romantic Fjerdan melody, nothing to do with the industrial rhythms of Ketterdam, and your feet begin swaying to the music without you noticing.

He just stopped by to bring you the list of what he’ll need to take care of the Ice Court guards... but he’s taken aback, on the doorstep, watching you enjoy the music like a careless ballet dancer. He’s never seen you quite so relaxed...

... maybe that’s when he falls for good.

And maybe you know he’s fallen for good when you stop by unannounced at his office at the Crow House to hand him the poisoned blades he’s asked for... and you find him listening to the exact same waltz you were playing when he arrived.

You never took Kaz for the classical music type - you do a double-take before he looks up at you, his face and lips even, but a glimmer of hope twinkling in his dark eyes.

“You wanted?”

“To see you.”

His brow perks up.

“However did I get so lucky?”

But he gestures for you to step in, to get closer to him, to fill his dull office with your heady scent, both poison ivy and white rose.

Maybe, under the right night sky, with the right alignment of stars, and after the right snowfall on a deserted plain, he will hear the same music again, and this time he will clumsily extend this hand.

Not to dance, not even for you to take. Just to hold it out for you. Just so you know he would go to any lengths to keep you safe.

But for now, you have a heist to plan.

800 follower sleepover CLOSED!

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plague-of-insomnia · 4 years ago

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WIP Wednesday: 1920s AU, Sebard Smut

So because life has been... well... life... lately, and I haven’t been able to write much, I thought, well maybe if I can do a quick oneshot that’s not related to any of my existing projects, it could help.... welp.

So far, the concept is this:

Sebardagni Poly fic. Set in the US, during the 1920s (think flappers, prohibition, speakeasys, jazz, etc...). Sebastian had polio as a child (a disease that attacks the nerves that work the muscles in your body), so his legs don’t work well and he uses crutches to get around. (He’s human in this AU.)

He is a musician who plays part time in a Jazz band at a speakeasy where Bard works as muscle for the boss/owner, The Undertaker. He also teaches music in his home to various people (voice, piano, violin). He’s not officially NB as of now but he is definitely GNC.

Agni is a doctor, but it’s not easy working in this time period with his color skin, so he works part time at a clinic for the poor/people who the “white” docs won’t treat for whatever reason, and gets his real money treating The Undertaker’s men whenever they get hurt in a scuffle/fight.

I’ve gotten about 3000 words so far and am still feeling out the story, but here’s a little taste ;).

In this scene, Bard wakes Seb up in a very nice way....

Please be kind; it’s been an age since I wrote smut....

Reblogs appreciated!! And if you like it, let me know (replies/comments/asks are great)!! Always happy to see fellow poly fans and fellow sebardagni fans!

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Sebastian woke, warm rays of sunshine draping over him and making him want to snuggle back under the covers. He’d slept surprisingly well, and had to admit perhaps that tea of Agni’s really did have something to it. Still, the worst times of day for him were night and first thing in the morning. He stretched, arching his back and wincing as the muscles in his left calf cramped suddenly. He’d definitely regret sleeping in, even if he didn’t have a full schedule today.

“Morning, sunsh—oh, you’re already awake.” Bard entered the room with a steaming mug of coffee in one hand that he offered Sebastian once he pushed himself into a sitting position. Then he threw the sheets off his legs. “Don’t worry; Agni made it before he left. I promise I didn’t even touch the stove.”

Sebastian let his look of suspicion dissipate and took a sip. Agni made the best coffee, and Bard fixed it exactly how he liked it: just a hint of cream and a dust of sugar.

“Anywhere hurting particularly bad today?” Bard asked softly, stroking Sebastian’s leg so lightly it almost tickled.

“I can stretch myself,” Sebastian snapped.

Bard sighed, and Sebastian realized he wasn’t smoking. Bard was so connected to his cigarettes it felt off when he didn’t have one dangling from his lips. “Bas, I like massaging you. I know you are more than capable of handling things yourself; doesn’t mean I don’t want to help you feel better.” As he spoke, Bard’s large, rough hands wandered along Sebastian’s thin legs, thumbs gently testing for the tightest spots.

Didn’t take him long to find the spasm that had caused Sebastian so much pain. Using gentle pressure, moving his thumbs in circles on one side while the rest of his fingers methodically massaged the muscles to relax.

Sebastian took another sip of his coffee before setting it aside so he could let his eyes drift closed and focus on how good Bard’s hands felt.

Bard spoke softly, mostly little words of encouragement and love as he worked, methodically finding the tightest spots and soothing them.

Sebastian felt his entire body—even the nearly always tense muscles in his back—relax into Bard’s touch. Massaging and stretching himself definitely never felt this good.

Letting his head fall back, Sebastian gripped the sheets, moaning. He knew it was temporary, but Bard seemed to be melting away all his pain and tension, and the higher his hands moved, the better it felt.

By the time Bard’s magic fingers were rubbing circles in Sebastian’s inner thigh, his morning wood had gone full mast, tenting his neglige.

“You know,” Bard said, shifting so his hot breath ghosted over Sebastian’s silk-sheathed cock, “I could probably help you with some other stiffness.” He guided one hand up along Sebastian’s inner thigh, brushing his balls and teasing the base of his cock.

Sebastian let out an obscene noise and arched his back, hands pressed to the mattress to try and help guide his cock nearer Bard’s mouth. He’d been too busy and hurting too much lately for sex, so even just this little bit of teasing was making him desperate.

“Bard. Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely.” Sebastian heard the smirk in Bard’s voice, and a moment later the cool room air hit his exposed cock as Bard shifted the neglige out of the way.

Sebastian whined unconsciously.

“I love the sounds you make.” Bard lapped at the crown of Sebastian’s cock as if sampling the pre-come, then took just the head in his mouth, suckling softly in a way he knew drove Sebastian wild.

“Gah—ugh—Bard,” Sebastian said through heaving breaths. He would not last long if Bard hit all his hot spots right away. They’d only just started and he could already feel his cock growing stiffer.

Bard gripped the base, keeping the head pressed between the flat of his tongue and palate as he sucked, dipping occasionally to take more of the length, always finishing with edging the top of his tongue along the frenulum.

Sebastian felt his stomach tensing and his balls draw up as his breath stuttered and pleasure began to peak.

Bard shifted a hand to Sebastian’s taint, stroking and massaging because he knew how good it made him feel. Short of a cock—or two—in his ass, Bard had discovered early how much Sebastian enjoyed this. If they had more time, he might have kissed and sucked the delicate skin there.

Bard increased his pace, letting Sebastian’s cock slide along the roof of his mouth, taking more and more each pass.

Sebastian found Bard’s head and gripped it tightly so he could ensure he stayed right where he wanted. “Yes. Yes. Bard.” Just a few more seconds . . .

A sudden loud pounding on the front door momentarily distracted them both, Bard starting to pull away.

“No. Please. Don’t stop,” Sebastian half pleaded and half ordered, trying to shove Bard back in place. He didn’t want to lose this. Not when he was so close. Not when this was the first time in what felt like ages he’d gotten to enjoy how fucking good Bard was at giving head.

The pounding on the door continued, but Bard obeyed, resuming his pace and technique.

Meanwhile, Sebastian screwed his eyes closed, focusing only on the sensations. The incredible, moist heat of Bard’s mouth. The texture of his tongue as it tickled the skin of his cock. The wet suckling sounds as he bobbed. And that thumb rubbing just behind his balls.

“Bard—Bard, I—”

Before Sebastian could finish his warning, Bard engulfed the entire length and sucked hard, almost painfully so.

A sudden scream tore from Sebastian’s mouth. His vision went white as his body tensed, spilling down Bard’s throat.

Then all tension left him, and his hand fell to the mattress, his breathing still rough, but slowing, as pleasure hummed through every cell in his body.

Bard wiped his mouth with his forearm, smoothing Sebastian’s stomach and side tenderly. “Feel better?”

Nodding, Sebastian forced his eyes open all the way and smiled at Bard. “Yes. Thank you. Fuck, you’re so good at that.”

Bard hummed proudly. “Though you were pretty backed up. We may have to change the sheets.” Bard gently wiped Sebastian’s softening cock, down along his balls and taint, and his thighs with the top sheet, removing any traces of semen and saliva that remained.

Sebastian held up an arm, beckoning Bard near. Once he was close enough, he grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down into a sloppy, passionate kiss. Feeling Bard’s hard-on rub against his leg and stomach as they their tongues slid over each one another, and Sebastian tasted the subtle saltiness lingering from his seed made the embers of lust begin to rekindle. Spent dick or not, Sebastian wished he could feel Bard’s thick cock inside him next.

But the pounding resumed, more insistent, so they broke away. “Guess we’ll have to continue this later,” Bard said with a smirk.

Sebastian toyed with Bard’s hair; he hadn’t yet used Brilliantine to keep the longer top strands slicked back, and they fell chaotically about his forehead. A warm, happy smile slipped onto Sebastian’s face.

“I love you,” Sebastian said, fighting the pull of sleep. He couldn’t afford to stay in bed any longer, not when he had to add laundry to his list of tasks for the day.

Bard cupped Sebastian’s face, thumb brushing just beneath his eye. “Glad I asked for your number that night at the club couple years back.”

Sebastian slid his fingers along Bard’s forearm until his hand laid on top of Bard’s, still caressing Sebastian’s cheek. “Me too. You should get the door before the neighbors call the police.”

Bard chuckled as he climbed off the bed and fixed his shirt and hair so it wasn’t completely obvious what they’d been up to when they got interrupted. “Sorry, your coffee must be cold.”

Now it was Sebastian’s turn to laugh. “I forgive you.”

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otonymous · 4 years ago

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“The Most Beautiful Girl In The World”: The Guys As Fathers (MLQC Headcanon)

Hi dear Nonny!

What a wonderful idea! We could all use a bit of fluff every now and then 🤣 I hope you’re doing well too! Sending you much love along with these headcanons! Hope you enjoy the read! 🥰💖

Victor:

Daddy’s little princess - this little girl is the CEO of Victor’s heart

She is also the unofficial CEO of LFG: Victor loves to bring her to work with him every now and then, and all the office staff go absolutely ga-ga over her

Goldman. Is. Smitten. (Especially since she has a way of softening Victor’s hard as nails exterior)

Victor likes to front like he’s strict, but he’s not fooling anybody. Just one look at the tenderness in his eyes when he’s looking at his daughter would tell you who’s really the boss

Psst! He loves to spoil her!

And by spoiling, we don’t mean that she gets whatever she wants, all the time (although daddy’s heart DOES thrill a little inside to see her all bubbly with happiness after he presents her with a gift) — Victor will also ensure that he carves out time from work to spend with his family (there will definitely be a shift in work-life balance)

He won’t let her get away with everything though! The man will still insist that she be on her best behaviour when necessary, but he is a lot more lax than you would’ve expected from him

Family time would consist of: horseback riding lessons, teddy bear picnics and tea parties (best believe she will be sending an actual invitation in the mail to Mr. Mills) — you will absolutely melt the first time you see Victor perched uncomfortably in a tiny chair, holding a mini plastic teacup to his lips and asking a stuffed cat if it would like another scone

She LOVES to be Victor’s sous-chef in the kitchen, and when she gets a bit older, she’ll also become daddy’s jogging buddy

Victor will always, always read her a bedtime story, even when he’s away from home on business, even if it means interrupting a meeting (Victor will establish a new norm; his peers will come to respect his family values)

The absolute apple of the eye of Victor’s father and aunt: this munchkin can do no wrong. If she is to be spoiled rotten by anyone, it would be by these two.

Every time you go over to their place for dinner, it’s pretty much guaranteed that you’ll be leaving with a trunkful of new toys

This little girl would be a good mix of her mother and father: she’ll inherit her father’s jet black hair, but the intensity of her eyes will be softened by your genes

In spite of all this generosity, your little girl will grow up to be far from spoiled

She will be incredibly compassionate, and will go from donating her many, many books and toys to other less fortunate kids as a child to organizing charity functions, etc., as a young adult.

Victor couldn’t be more proud.

Lucien:

The shift is seismic the very first time Lucien holds his newborn daughter in his arms

“She looks just like you,” he whispers to no one in particular, careful not to wake you as you get one night of precious sleep immediately postpartum before your nights become interrupted by endless wake-feed-soothing back to bed cycles

Lucien doesn’t sleep that first night in the hospital; he spends it cradling your daughter by the light of the moon seeping in through the thin slats of the blinds

The cool rays illuminate every single feature that Lucien sets his mind on memorizing: her eyes — still a little bit swollen, the flare of those tiny nostrils, the sharply defined cupid’s bow of the most perfectly shaped lips

He is putting his face to the downy soft hairs on the crown of her head, nose pressing to cheek to inhale the scent of his newborn daughter

A tiny seed of anxiety begins to sprout from deep within Lucien to know that he will never have this moment again with her, and it feels like time is already slipping from the tight grasp of his hand

But then suddenly, she opens her big, bright eyes. Quietly, she stares at her daddy, her irises the same colour as the ones drowning in her gaze, and the nervous clench in Lucien’s gut dissolves

And when she opens and closes her mouth in a soundless gape as if to say that everything will be okay, Lucien knows he would give his life in a heartbeat to protect hers

This little girl is wise beyond her years, and will often say things that surprise the adults around her; family friends will refer to her as an “old soul”

She is far from a little chatterbox, preferring instead to listen and observe those around her, her big, bright eyes patiently taking in every detail

Initially, you’ll be concerned that she isn’t speaking as much as other children her age. Lucien will take his time reassuring you, an almost knowing smile on his lips.

When she does finally speak, she blows everyone away with the relative complexities of her sentence structures

Little genius: your daughter shares her father’s intelligence and can often be found snuggling up under her favourite camphor tree, books and sketching pencils in hand

She loves flying kites with her mommy and daddy

Quiet but kind, she’ll have no shortage of friends and admirers

You might be surprised, but she also has a wicked sense of humour. Enjoys delivering jokes with the cutest wink in the world.

Her favourite place in the world is daddy’s laboratory. The noisy whirs of those big, fancy machines make her jump for joy and Lucien cannot help but smile

There are times — especially when you guys are at your happiest as a family — that Lucien has to fight back the anxiety that all this could be taken away from him. The melancholic tinge in his smile is so slight that even you could miss it at times. But your daughter will always catch it. And when she does, she’ll slip her tiny hand within her father’s much larger palm, look up and give him the biggest smile she can muster. It’ll always bring him back to the moment.

Little though she is, she gives him strength beyond compare

And on the day of her graduation from university at the top of her class, she’ll be given a priceless gift from her parents: a silver pen named Iridescent.

Gavin:

Usually so calm, cool and collected in even the most stressful of situations, Gavin is a nervous wreck when you go into labour

He is pacing back and forth and back and forth in the hospital room. You almost want to send him on an errand to get some popular street eats with a guaranteed long line up just so he can calm TF down and not get in the nurses’ way

He is offering you ice chips before you even ask for it, patting at your forehead with a facecloth even though you’re not sweating, giving you his hand to hold every two minutes even though you haven’t started pushing yet

When you mention that he should probably try to calm down since you likely have at least another hour to go before your cervix is fully dilated, he nods in agreement and starts doing push-ups and sit-ups on the floor

The battery of Gavin’s phone dies from all of Minor’s messages asking if the baby has arrived yet

Birdcop is fit to burst from all the joy his body just simply cannot contain the moment his little girl arrives

Because now he has not just one, but TWO of you!

Your daughter will be the splitting image of you, except for her striking amber eyes

The names she gives her stuffed animals will be strangely familiar: Fluffy, Softy, Pearly Jr., etc. (you’ll have to ask her whether daddy helped with the naming 🤣).

Minor’s enthusiasm cannot be dampened: he is over so often with food, diapers and offers to do the housework that you basically have to make him your child’s godparent LOL

Gavin is a giant teddy bear when it comes to your daughter: he cannot say no to her and lives to see her smile

She is gifted with her father’s athleticism, and Gavin won’t hesitate to personally instruct her on the art of self-defence starting at a very young age (needless to say, any future suitors will be given very intense once-overs by Gavin, even little boys at the playground; you can never let your guard down)

Eli is on Gavin’s watch list the moment G-man overhears her shyly asking you about “daddy’s handsome coworker” the year she turned 8

Yes, she will also be getting a bracelet with a GPS tracker LOLOL

She is incredibly strong: could probably toss Minor around like a burlap sack by the time she’s 12

This little girl is all about the thrills, screaming, “Go higher, daddy! Higher!” in Gavin’s ear as he flies with her on his shoulders

He will take her to the BEST places for stargazing at night (when she’s old enough to stay up) — best believe this is something G-man will lament the loss of when she’s all grown up

Yes, the motorcycle will be her ride of choice the moment she gets her licence (much to her parents’ chagrin)

Gavin cannot help but tear up every time he watches her play the piano, especially if she plays with her mother at the same time

Psst! He has a photo in his study of the two of you sitting next to each other on the piano bench, the late afternoon sun streaming in through big, French windows, dappled by leaves falling from the ginkgo tree planted in the backyard

He only wishes his mother could’ve been there to see his beautiful baby girl

Kiro:

This little star charms absolutely everyone at first sight: the doctors and nurses that help deliver her are completely enamoured with this little bundle of joy

Tears are streaming from Kiro’s bright blue eyes the moment she is placed into his arms for the first time; he’ll bend over to give you the biggest kiss while gently cradling the baby, the salt of your tears mixing together

This little girl has the best laugh: clear and bright and like music to the ears of anyone lucky enough to hear it.

And she laughs often — daddy is hell-bent on filling her childhood with love and joy and will do anything to make her smile

You’ll often see Kiro crawling around the house on hands and knees, your daughter shrieking with laughter as she tugs on his golden hair, yelling “Giddy-up!” over and over again

Genetics aside, let’s just pretend that her hair is long and golden like her father’s. At times, she literally looks like a doll come to life, especially with those azure eyes

Budding superstar: this girl has inherited her father’s talents when it comes to acting and music. She is hitting those high notes, projecting that beautiful voice and basically hamming it up all the time just to get a laugh from her adoring family.

Kiro will “complain” about double standards because Savin will always have a tasty treat for her whenever he sees her, saying “Make sure your daddy doesn’t get any, okay?” LOL

At the same time, Kiro decides to (gasp!) cut down on his junk food habit when his daughter is born. He actually already started out of solidarity during your pregnancy, and wants to be healthy so he can have as much time as possible with his beloved family

Kiro also cuts back on his workload when his little girl arrives. This daddy is super involved in all aspects of taking care of his baby and his wife. You’ll never hear him complain about having to change a dirty diaper. In fact, he even does it better than you do — no leakages here! LOL

Kiro LOVES to dress his daughter up and will often wear matching outfits with her. Baby and daddy denim overalls? Check. Father-daughter couture? Check.

Baby globetrotter: you guys will tag along with Kiro when he flies overseas to shoot on location. Kiro loves having you and the baby near.

When she gets a bit older, you can bet that they’ll be the best gaming buddies (you’ll insist on her having completed her homework first, but Kiro will secretly let her play one game before she starts - “just don’t tell your mom, or else we’ll both be in trouble!”)

Charming and bright, your daughter is also a bit of a tech wiz. Learns to code at a very young age under her father’s tutelage, and enjoys building computers from scratch as a hobby.

This little girl carries joy with her wherever she goes, spreading it around like warm sunshine

Shaw:

Shaw is soft, soft, soft the moment he becomes a father

He could be blasé about everything else, but not when it comes to his daughter, the absolute treasure of his heart along with his wife

There will be times that you wake up in the middle of the night and find his side of the bed empty. You’ll hear his footsteps, softly pacing back and forth before a large window as he tries to sooth your infant daughter back to sleep. Shaw will look like he literally stepped out of a ‘90s Calvin Klein ad campaign, topless and clad only in low slung pyjama bottoms as he cradles your daughter in his arms, the muscles of his biceps bulging in the pale moonlight that casts a silvery glow on his lavender hair.

(Example of a Calvin Klein ad from the 1990s)

Guess your thirst will have to wait till your daughter falls asleep again to be slaked LOL

This little girl will have her father’s amber eyes as well as the fine features of his face — she will slay all the kids in school with her beauty

Loves to snark her dad but is all sweetness to you (Psst! Shaw (not-so) secretly loves it!)

A fast-talker and quick-witted: sometimes, you think you can actually hear her mind working

Absolutely loves her daddy’s skateboard and would much rather learn new tricks on her own board than play with more age-appropriate toys

She is also a bit of a bookworm: loves to read and is often surprising you with new topics of interest, everything from ancient civilizations to meteorology

Your little girl will often snuggle up to him and ask him what he is reading. Shaw will then proceed to read to her, even if it’s a paper or a textbook. Her quick mind has been able to grasp even abstract concepts from a very young age. She’s a bit of a genius in that respect.

Inherits her dad’s love of music. The two of them will enjoy rocking out in the basement the moment she is big enough to properly hold an electric guitar (with you sneaking peeks every 5 minutes to make sure she’s still got her protective headphones on LOL)

She’ll take after her dad in that she’ll seem uncomfortable with the concept of authority starting at a very young age. She questions nearly everything and will drive many of her teachers up the wall, although they will also recognize the extent of her incredible intellect. She’ll set herself apart at school as a leader, having also the charisma to charm those who would wish to follow

Her dad, of course, is absolutely ecstatic to have a daughter capable of thinking for herself instead of blindly following others (and you will be too!)

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