#White Album: Memories like Falling Snow

[satoshi-mochida]

White Album: Memories like Falling Snow for PC launches August 4 worldwide

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Romance visual novel White Album: Memories like Falling Snow will launch for PC via Steam on August 4 worldwide, publisher Shiravune announced. It will support English, Japanese, and Traditional Chinese language options.

White Album: Memories like Falling Snow first launched as White Album: Tsuzurareru Fuyu no Omoide for PlayStation 3 on June 24, 2010 in Japan. It is a remake of the original White Album, which launched on May 1, 1998. A PC version of the remake was released on March 30, 2012 in Japan.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

The classic visual novel from Aquaplus that launched one of Japan’s most beloved franchises.

White Album is a story of love in many forms.

Toya Fuji is an ordinary college student but for one thing: His connection to the popular singer Yuki Morikawa.

That popular singer, you see, is his girlfriend… and the more popular she gets, the less time the two can spend together. Will they stay a couple, or will their ways part? As winter falls and the air grows colder, the two lay down new tracks in the album of their love…

This album will be as white as snow, and as poignant.

Prologue

Strains of a song drift on the cold winter wind, and outside a music shop, my feet come to a stop. The cathode-ray tubes of the monitor pipe in a picture and I stand here, on the other side, silently watching. On my way home from classes, amid the biting chill, she holds me rapt…

It’s been as ordinary as every other day of my life. Ordinary, that is, in every way except one. We’ve clung together just as always, even since her debut. At least so far.

She leads her extraordinary life, and I live my mediocre one. People meet, and they break up, and get all mixed up together, but the days spin by all the same.

[kingofbodyrolls]

I will come to you (m) | ksj

When the first flakes of white snow fell, the world shifted, draped in a quiet, uncanny veil. Then came the air raids—a brutal, unrelenting scream that tore through the silence, and Seokjin feared he had lost you forever. He wandered through the wasteland, searching, aching, haunted by the memory of your touch—warm, tender, as if sunlight itself had lingered upon his skin, even as darkness closed in. And now, as he feels your heart beat against his, he wonders, barely daring to breathe: can this be real?

→ Pairing: seokjin x reader (genderless) → AUs: apocalyptic!au, survival!au → Trope: established relationship → Genres: angst (heavy) + fluff (heavy) + poetic → Rating: mature (though this mentions an apocalypse and there’s no sexually explicit stuff, please tread carefully.) → Word count: 1.6k → Warnings (general) + triggers: mention of nuclear war (bombings), fire, lost love reunited, FLUFF with a happy ending → Read on AO3? [link] → Author’s note: so… I listened to Jin’s album—I don’t know how many times (I’ve lost count), and I kept replaying ‘I will come to you’ and so this one was born while I cried my eyes out. It’s a very poetic piece, inspired by Jin’s new Album ‘HAPPY’ but mostly the tracks ‘Running Wild’ and ‘I will come to you’ and you know what? It fits perfectly into my End of The World series 🤧 I remember once, there was an anon who asked if I would make a story in this universe for each member, and I’m still not sure. This one kinda just happened. I do really hope you’ll love it. I promise; it might sound really sad, and it is, but it’s just as much a hug and a promise of forever 🫂 I love you 💜

[series materlist]: End of the World* *this story is a stand alone one-shot (and can be read just as is), but it is a part of my End of the World series, so if you haven’t read it you can give it a read 💜

The day the white snow fell, the world transformed. A pristine veil descended, cloaking not just the streets but hearts and hopes, painting everything in hues of ash, bone-white, and the ghostly luminescence of distant fire. The afterglow of atomic storms lingered on the horizon, a reminder of ruin.  

When the air raids screamed—a piercing, merciless wail—it felt as though the earth itself recoiled. The sound rippled through him, sharp as shards of glass, setting his skin alight with dread, each nerve taut as a bowstring. And then he turned to you.  

For the briefest heartbeat, he saw it—fear etched in your gaze, crystalline, like a reflection caught in a frozen pond.  

And then the world ruptured. Explosions clawed at the heavens. Buildings fractured, shards spinning like deadly constellations. Falling.  

His reality tilted, a kaleidoscope of chaos. Heart pounding a desperate rhythm, he stumbled through the wreckage, blinded by dust and despair, grasping for some sign—anything—of you.  

But you were gone. Where were you?  

He had scoured the ruins, stumbling through the shattered remnants of a world undone, as shadows of planes etched cold, cruel arcs across the ashen sky—each one a harbinger of annihilation. Above him, the heavens carried a promise of total destruction; below, the earth whispered only despair.  

Tears carved rivers down his soot-streaked face, his bones heavy with dread, each step forward an act of defiance against the weight of grief that clung to him like iron chains. He didn’t know how to exist in a world where your smile, radiant as sunlight breaking through a storm, no longer graced his days. Your laughter, a melody that once brightened even the darkest hours, was now an aching echo. Your warmth, the heart of every moment, felt as distant as the stars.  

And yet, something within him—a fragile ember of you—urged him onward. His heart, though fractured, whispered to push through the bitter snow, to carry the memory of you as a flame against the encroaching dark. He vowed to keep it alive: the memory of your boundless kindness, your tireless hands shaping a future together in the lab, side by side, crafting medicines to heal a broken world.  

But now, that world was gone. You were gone.  

And he stood on the edge of the abyss, a lone figure amid endless ruin, asking a question with no answer: What should he do now?  

The weight of it all threatened to crush him, a pain so vast and unrelenting it seemed unbearable. The burden of your absence was a mountain, a storm raging in his chest. Yet still, he carried it, each faltering step a testament to the life you had shared, the dreams you had dared to dream.  

Even as the universe itself seemed to collapse around him, he clung to the one thing that remained: you, alive in his heart, guiding him through the endless night.  

When he looks back, he marvels at how much time has slipped through his fingers, yet you remain vivid—a ghost etched in his heart, haunting every corner of his barren world. Your image lingers, unyielding, like the golden trace of sunlight that kisses the horizon even as night falls.  

The world may be gray, its hues leached by sorrow, but you remain—an unbroken thread of warmth, a tender caress on his cheek, softer than the whisper of the wind. Each night, he seeks you in his dreams, wandering through shadowy corridors of memory, chasing the echo of your laughter, the light in your eyes.  

He swears to you: when the warm breeze stirs again, carrying the scent of renewal, he will come to you. No matter how long the journey, no matter how heavy the ache in his soul, he will find his way back to you.  

Until then, as sleep takes him, he surrenders to your memory—an embrace of all that was beautiful, a sanctuary where he can still feel your presence. There, you are whole, alive, and radiant.  

Without you, the world is stripped bare. Color fades to ash, the air turns cold, and life feels like an endless winter. You were the fire in his soul, the summer in his heart. Without you, everything is still, silent, and gray.  

And when he finds himself wandering a dark and desolate road, he sees it—a glimmer of light, distant but steadfast. It pulls him forward, a quiet beacon in the endless night, and he thinks of you. Of his promise. 

He will come to you.

With trembling resolve, he steps toward the light, each stride shedding the shadows that cling to him like ghosts of the past. His hand reaches out, and in the glow, he feels it—the warmth of your presence, as if the very air hums with your essence. Your fingers graze his, soft as whispers, anchoring him to this moment.  

And then you hold him, drawing him into an embrace that feels like coming home. The world could end again, collapsing into chaos, but none of it matters. Not the ruin, not the loss, not the pain. Not while he is here, held in your arms, the fragile promise of forever whispering between you.  

Please give me forever, he thinks, the words a prayer that rises from the depths of his soul.  

His cheek presses against your shoulder, and he feels the wetness there—tears he hadn’t realized were his own. Sobs shake his body, raw and unyielding, as the weight of your reunion crashes over him like a tidal wave.  

“Is this real?” he whispers, his voice breaking, fragile as the first crack of dawn.  

Your touch is warm. Real. Tangible in a way he almost forgot could exist. And for the first time in what feels like an eternity, the darkness doesn’t seem so vast.  

The pulse beneath his hand—steady, alive—grounds him as his palm rests against your chest. He feels your heart beating, each rhythm a melody of life, a reassurance so fragile it terrifies him. He doesn’t dare wake, doesn’t dare let the delicate warmth of this moment dissolve like mist at dawn.  

“I missed you,” you breathe, your voice low, soft, trembling with the weight of emotion. Your arms encircle him, holding him as though tomorrow may never come, as though this embrace is the only thing keeping the universe intact.  

Tears spill down his cheeks, unchecked, uncontainable. He sobs, raw and unguarded, the pain and joy of reunion too much to hold inside.  

“Seokjin, stop crying,” you murmur, your fingers tender as they wipe the tears from his face.  

“But I don’t want you to leave,” he chokes out, his voice cracking, each word heavy with fear.  

You cup his cheek, your touch gentle, grounding. “I’m not going anywhere,” you say, and your voice carries a quiet strength, a promise woven into the very fabric of his soul.  

Still, his eyes search yours, confusion and disbelief flickering like shadows. He’s afraid to believe, afraid to hope.  

“I’m here,” you whisper, leaning close. The brush of your lips against his cheek is featherlight, a kiss that feels more real than anything he’s known in so long.  

He blinks, his breath catching as if the world itself has paused, waiting for him to believe in the impossible.  

“You’re here?” he whispers, his voice trembling with disbelief, as if the words might vanish the moment they leave his lips. His gaze searches yours, desperate, yearning, still caught between the shadow of doubt and the light of hope.  

You smile softly, a sound like a distant melody escaping as you chuckle, your fingers reaching out to pinch the cheek you had just kissed.  

“Ouch!” he exclaims, rubbing the spot, his lips curling into a faint, startled smile. But he felt that.  

Felt it. You’re real? You’re alive?  

Before the thoughts can fully settle, he pulls you into his arms with a fierceness born of desperation and relief. He holds you as though you’re the last thing tethering him to this world, so tightly it feels as though you might break—and yet, neither of you lets go.  

Finally. After all the ruin, all the searching, he has found you. His heart pounds against yours, a frantic rhythm that echoes the mantra he’s carried in his soul all this time: If you need me, I’ll come to you.  

And now, here you are.  

He closes his eyes, pressing his forehead against yours, and breathes in your presence, the scent of you, the reality of you. You are here, in his arms, alive and whole. And he vows, silently, fervently—never again will he let you go.

Together, you’ll run wild—you’ll face this apocalyptic world, a fractured place of ash and ruin, armed with nothing but your unyielding love. That love is your fire, your lifeline, a force wild and untamed, propelling you forward when the weight of despair threatens to pull you under. Side by side, you’ll find a way to mend the shattered pieces—not just for yourselves, but for a world that still aches for healing.  

His hand cradles your cheek, his touch a silent vow, and he leans in, pressing a kiss to your lips—tender, lingering, a spark of life in a barren landscape. Then his lips find your forehead, and this kiss is different: it carries a promise etched into the very fabric of his being.  

Forever.  

He whispers it softly, though the words hold the weight of eternity. His promise is clear, unbreakable: he will always come to you.  

If you need him, no force—neither time nor distance, neither chaos nor destruction—will keep him from finding you.  

And at this moment, nothing else exists. The world may crumble, the sky may fall, but as long as you have each other, as long as his arms can hold you and your heartbeat echoes his, you are infinite.  

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→ Author’s endnote: what do you think?? And what do you think of Jin’s new album? What’s your favorite track? Please let me know what you think of the story that honestly was a mixture of a poem and a story, there wasn’t really any character growth or world building in it, but I hope it was good anyway 🥹🫶

© @/kingofbodyrolls 2024 // Please don’t copy or repost! You are more than welcome to reblog it, leave a comment or ask me anything about the story 🥰

[tatumrileyslover]

Please Take Me Anywhere But Home

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Sejanus Plinth Headcannons ˚୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth x Capital!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing really it’s just fluffy, lil bit of self doubt from Sejanus, wintertime, small mention of the war :P

A/N: this is a small apology for pt2 of Capital Don’t Cry taking so long, this is kinda inspired by take me anywhere but home by Seulgi (my love) you’ll all need some cute Sejanus fluff before the angst of the next part (also none of this is proofread)

ೀ Sejanus is actually the sweetest boyfriend ever

ೀ is 100% a caregiver

ೀ you feel slightly ill he's making sure you're tucked up in bed and Ma will send an entire basket of homemade pastries

ೀ he's definitely a neat freak

ೀ if you hurt yourself in anyway at all, he has something for it

ೀ your stomach hurts, he has painkillers

ೀ you cut yourself, he has bandages

ೀ you have a killer migraine, he somehow has some morphling to help ease the pain.

ೀ and he tops it all off with a forehead kiss

ೀ definitely a paranoid type

ೀ knows you would cheat on him ever, but the second he sees you talking to someone else, he's immediately insecure

ೀ I think he feels he's not good enough for you

ೀ a successful Capital citizen, your family is very powerful, you already had your foot in some of the business your family owned.

ೀ he was just him, no matter how hard he tried, he'd never be seen as Capital, he was the black sheep of his family and the black sheep in the Academy

ೀ you never cared about his background

ೀ at the Academy he was the only person you met who wasn't self-centred and vain and that was really fucking attractive

ೀ probably thought you were only trying to be his friend because of a friend or something

ೀ definitely a bit cautious of you at first but that man is head over heels in no time

ೀ definitely the type to buy you flowers and a teddy bear

ೀ let's be honest you probably have a collection of teddy bears from every date you've ever been on

ೀ definitely love physical touch

ೀ always walking round hand in hand

ೀ loves walking you from class to class, just the feeling of your small hand in his makes his heart soar

ೀ he's also big on forehead kisses

ೀ he's definitely embarrassed of his Ma the first time you meet

ೀ she's pulling out the photo albums, all Sejanus's baby pictures on display

ೀ he genuinely wants the world to swallow him whole in that moment

ೀ assumes (incorrectly) that you'll see him as inferior, since you're seeing photos of him when he was in the district

ೀ it honestly makes you fall in love with him more, getting to see him in his childhood home

ೀ that night he walks you back to your apartment, snow falling, walking hand in hand

The Capital look beautiful at this time of year, arguably more than usual with Sejanus by your side. The cold breeze that left the tip of your nose red to the plush scarf Sejanus insisted you wear on your walk back to your apartment. The snow crunched beneath your feet, bring back memories of your childhood. Innocent memories of winters past spent making angels in the snow and the bleak, grim wintertime during the war. Although the snow brought unpleasant memories, it also brought you him.

His soft black hair had begun to turn white, sprinkled with powdery flakes. His Ma insisted he wear a woollen hat but he tore it off the second he was out of her sight. You could tell he was a bit embarrassed all night, she immediately took you in as if you were family, showing you all the family photos, including ones of him as a child.

He looked so cute, seeing him back in his home back in District Two. His Ma told stories of their town and flaunted photos of the picturesque mountains they lived near. Ma Plinth was proud of her home, and you could tell she missed it dearly. You wished you had the same type of bond with your home like she did but the Capital wasn't a place to be proud of. You felt like a songbird stuck in a cage, only to be ogled at. You wanted to be free, that's what drew you to Sejanus in the first place, he was a breath of fresh air. Lost in thought, you slowed down a bit.

"Are you alright?" Sejanus looked a bit concerned, he was convinced that his Ma's sales pitch of District Two had completely turned you off. He was almost certain that you'd never speak to him again after tonight. You turned you head to him happily humming examining his red cheeks.

"I was thinking..." Sejanus froze in his tracks, turning to face you, fearing the worst. His heart melted when he heard what came out of your mouth.

"After we graduate from the Academy, if you'd like to take a trip to Two, you could show me around the place, I'd love to learn more about where you grew up,"

"You want to visit District Two?" Sejanus was shocked, thinking the idea of visiting the districts would never cross your mind.

"Well, your Ma made one hell of a sales pitch, it sounds like the most beautiful place," you're soft hands pushed some hair out of his eyes, resting softly on his cheek, "you don't talk about it often and I know how important it is to you, I want to learn more about your life before you came here," Sejanus's hand covered your own, he looked at you in awe, he couldn't have dreamt up a better partner.

"Are you sure you want to?" You smiled brightly, nodding while pulling him closer to you. It was like a scene out of a movie, the snowflakes continued to fall in clusters across the quiet streets of the Capital, the entire city fell silent. His brown eyes bore into your soul, his hands tenderly cradled the back of your neck, pulling you in swiftly to unite your lips. He couldn't help but smile throughout the kiss, happiness radiating within him. He pulls back gently, his hand resting on your cheek, carefully examining your face.

"I'd go anywhere with you, just take me anywhere but home."

[shroudscholar]

The Star of the Show . . . it’s Lost !!

Aka, an introduction to my darling yuusona! (am I using that term right?)

artwork by . . . yoha-oa-art !! && dividers by . . . strangergraphics !!

Basic Information

Real Name: Can’t remember . . .

Alias: Lost

Other Names: Prefect | Moss (Ramshackle Ghosts) | Lost ‘n’ Found (Cater) | Roadkill (Leona) | Old Wife(y) (Floyd) | Burnt Marshmallow (Vil) | Monsieur Oublieux (Rook) | Child of Man (Malleus)

Voiced by: Matthew Mercer / DBS, Hit (EN) | Daisuke Ono / JJBA, Jotaro Kujo (JP)

Gender: Male

Grade: Freshman

Class: Class A (No. 26)

Birthday: Lost can’t remember his actual birthday. Once Ace and Deuce found out about that, they decided to give him one: August 30th.

Age: Can’t remember . . .

Height: 172 cm. | 5’8”

Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous

Homeland: Can’t remember . . .

Club: Gastronomy Club

Best Subject: Biology

Hobbies: Photography

Dislikes: Dried out markers

Favorite Food: Chicken and dumplings

Least Favorite Food: Snow

Talent: Surviving

School Uniform: Lost’s uniform consists of a white button-up, black dress pants, and a single black glove. All these clothes were found in Ramshackle Dorm, so they’re a little big on him. He only wears one glove due to it being the only one he could find that fit. Even his socks are a bit too big, so he wears garters to keep them up. At first, he didn’t have a vest or tie, but after the events of Book 1 his friends at Heartslabyul gave him one of their extra vests and ties. Strangely enough, what started off as a red vest turned gray the moment they looked away from him. Which is also the fate of any colored fabric he puts on. Thankfully, he came to Twisted Wonderland with good quality shoes, a pair of black 18th century silk shoes, so he didn’t need to wear any of the old, rotten ones in the dorm. He always has the Ghost Camera hanging around his neck for easy access, he likes taking photos.

From the moment he awoke in that coffin he had no memories, no name, no homeland, nothing at all. Now adrift in Twisted Wonderland, he’s stumbled into the position of the Ramshackle Dorm prefect. Perhaps as a side effect of whatever caused his amnesia, Lost is unnaturally forgetful. He’ll forget it’s raining while standing out in the rain, or forget what class he’s in while the teacher is mid-lesson, and much more. It’s less that he doesn’t form memories and more like they fall to the wayside until something or someone jogs his memory again. With enough repetition and repeated exposure, the memories will strengthen enough that he won’t easily forget them, which is how he remembers people’s names for example. As a result of his poor memory, he takes many, many pictures and keeps them in a photo album. He values his photographs and his limited memories greatly, he’s very protective of his Ghost Camera as a result. Lost is also a very curious person, often annoying people with his constant questions. They wouldn’t be so bad if he didn’t forget the answers and end up asking again minutes later…

His quiet, absentminded demeanor leads to him being easily overshadowed by more vibrant personalities, but he has his own brand of idiosyncrasies. Lost often ends up roped into unfortunate situations, but he sticks around due to his desire to help those around him. It feels wrong to leave others to their own devices if he can offer a helping hand, something he’s often being lectured about. People like to say he’s “too soft” for NRC, but that’s never stopped him from knocking rowdy students out with a blow to the jaw. It’s all in self-defense though, and he’d rather not resort to violence. Lost is very loyal and protective, and even though he’s often the one in need of help or handouts he’s quick to offer his rundown dorm and minimal possessions to those who need it. Typically, he has the patience of a saint, half because he forgets most of the slights against him, making him quite forgiving as well. But when he reaches his breaking point, you don’t wanna be in his way.

While Lost is kind, understanding, and easygoing, traits he’s often criticized for alongside his absentmindedness and poor memory, he is neither timid nor inhibited. He’s blunt and unafraid to translate his exact thoughts into spoken words. He won’t throw the first punch, but he’ll certainly throw the strongest one. Finishing fights is a specialty of his. When the situation truly calls for it, he can firmly put his foot down, hold his ground, and dish out some tough love or just outright insults. Some might say his friends at NRC have simply rubbed off on him, but regardless, he can slip in the occasional deadpan remark, sarcastic comment, or cunning scheme. At times, these things fly under people’s radar due to the assumption that Lost is soft, slow, and just overall not a threat. Lost doesn’t mind those kinds of snide comments or unflattering perceptions, he knows they’re not true and that’s enough for him. He’s self-assured enough to not feel a need to prove himself to others, though that doesn’t mean he’s without insecurities. Mainly, his memory, or rather the lack of it. It bothers him. A lot. Even if he doesn’t talk about it.

Trivia

Due to his poor memory, he ends up writing notes/reminders on his arms. His arms are always covered in marker as a result. 

While he can’t remember his past, he still retains the muscle memory of various skills/hobbies even if he can’t recall when, where, or why he learned them. He discovers them as he needs them, so even he’s surprised. The first time he got into a fight at school, he was surprised to find out he was quite exceptional at it.

Lost talks slowly and with a lot of pauses littered throughout. Sometimes he even forgets what his point was mid-sentence and stares off into space trying to remember.

When it comes to cooking, Lost’s good at it. The thing is he needs Grim, the ghosts, or someone else to supervise because he’ll get distracted, forget something’s cooking, etc. and start a fire.

He can’t feel temperature, he could be on fire or out in a blizzard and he wouldn’t even notice. However, others always tell him he feels cold.

His pain receptors are faulty, or rather they’re dulled. He typically feels no pain whatsoever, only registering pain if it’s truly severe. Even then, it’s never the correct amount of pain. If he lost a hand, he’d likely just go, “Ouch,” and move on.

When it comes to texting, he rarely if ever uses actual words. He communicates through emojis, and even his contact names are emojis. He makes sure everyone has a profile picture and unique ringtone as well.

Animals take a long, long time to warm up to him. Besides Grim, animals tend to be wary/cautious of him, growl at him, and avoid him if possible. He doesn’t know why they act like that, but according to the Savanaclaw trio, he “smells foul” or “rotten.”

He’s fully human, but he’s capable of biting through bone. Not just that, but on the first day of PE, Lost ended up breaking the grip strength machine and the punching machine.

Poison doesn’t seem to have any effect on him. Once, he mistook deadly nightshade berries for blueberries and baked them into a pie. Even though he ate it, the poison had no effect on him.

He’s comically unkillable. Pretty much everyone has seen him fall down a huge flight of stairs, get hit in the head with a spelldrive disk, get trampled by rowdy students in the cafeteria, and much more and just brush it off.

Even when he’s badly injured, he doesn’t bleed very much at all.

He typically only eats one meal a day. The rest ends up going to Grim.

He can hold his breath for ten minutes straight.

When he’s sleeping, it actually looks like he’s not breathing at all. Everyone who sees him asleep assumes he’s dead until he stirs awake. Grim’s used to it, but it never fails to give other people a heart attack.

His heartbeat is very slow, so slow it worries the school nurse. But no one can find anything wrong with him.

He tends to freak people out because he blinks infrequently. That, paired with his habit of spacing out, means he ends up staring at people without blinking for extended periods of time.

He’s nicknamed the Ramshackle ghosts. Jasper for the skeleton ghost, Grubb for the fat ghost, and Boo for the tiny ghost. In return, they call him “Moss” after accidentally mishearing his name.

Supplementary Reading

Vignettes (WIP) Voice Lines Contacts (WIP)

[nanamikentoseyebags]

i'm nightcrawling to you

how come that every night he finds himself at your doorstep? why do all the ways lead him to you? how is it that in the pounding heart of this bustling metropolis, you are the only person he can come to?

pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader

content: extremely satoru-centric, hurt/comfort, just satoru turning up at your door every night in an attempt to feel something again

a/n: i love him so much i need to get inside his head and sweep all the bad thoughts out :(

At night Tokyo is mired in the noise of cars, loud voices of people who fill its streets at this late hour and argue about their trivial, insignificant problems, irrelevant to what is now happening in the heart of this metropolis. The city is suffocating in smog and soot, writhing, riddled with road lines, silently crying out for help, flashing muffled blueberry-colored store signs that are scattered across the map like sores on the body of a sick man. People rush home, causing it to itch and make it squirm. The city waits. It waits for all the commotion to die down, for the streets to sink into darkness and emptiness, for only then can it breathe. One more hour and...

A frantic inhale.

The multicolored night lights, the countless illuminations, a myriad of car headlights fade, melt into a kind of haze, like under a misty veil, and again as if from the depths of a deep blue ocean, emerges a mass of thousands of people, who believe that this place is the root of all their misfortunes. They move swiftly toward their dwellings, cursing their jobs that leave them unsatisfied and exhausted, but which allow them to live a relatively normal life. Need to last another hour…

A frustrated exhale.

The eerie shadows cast by the houses and the feet of the passersby slowly turn into a lingering inky darkness of the night that swallows up the entire city. The last person stranded on the road crosses the threshold of their house, closing the door behind them with a rattling thud. The motley signs, once pulsating in the center of the city, darken, revealing the faint glow of stars floating in the sky. The golden iridescence of random car headlights no longer makes it squint. The tired city takes that much-needed greedy breath of air...

A sharp inhale.

The harsh chilly air burns Satoru Gojo's lungs, as he slowly strides through the now empty streets of the weary city. His hands, stuffed into the pockets of his black jacket, involuntarily clench into fists in an attempt to warm his freezing fingertips. He shivers, pressing his head into his shoulders, trying to hide from the piercing wind that so mercilessly ruffles and tangles his snow-white hair and uneasy thoughts. Left all alone, he muses with a slight melancholy about his fate, written by someone's ruthless hand in the book of life…

An exhausted exhale.

"So strange," he thinks to himself, looking with unfathomable sadness at the soft inviting light coming from the windows of the little apartments in these big anthills of the concrete jungle, "in all my life I've never had a place I could call home. Where am I going? Where are my feet leading me? Is someone waiting for me?" A sad smile appears on his face as memories, like the pages of an album, begin to turn over in his head. Moments when he lost his home in the form of his best friend. Moments when he found it again in the form of his students. The moments when you helped him rebuild it from the scratch, replacing the burned out pieces with the solid foundation of your care. Moments when, for fear of destroying everything, he left again, leaving you there, safe, because with him coming, the chances of losing everything in an instant seemed to be infinite...

A sorrowful inhale.

Light slanting rain begins to fall from the dense clouds floating in the sky, beating on the curtained windows and blanketing the shivering city like a thin cloth of invisible threads with pearls dangling on them. Satoru let the occasional drop land first on his disheveled hair, and then drip in small trickles from his glasses, covering his already frozen face with chilling moisture. He does not turn on his infinity, allowing himself that rare weakness of feeling human. Heavy droplets come down from the roofs, drumming on the iron awnings, water grumbling angrily in the rusted gutters. Wet, gloomy houses stare at the lonely and lost man with their weeping windows.

…

A new gust of wind whips another batch of memories into his face, the irrepressible longing reverberating in his heart when he thinks about them for too long. The scraps of conversation brought by the raging weather play a faint melody in his ears. Satoru chuckles bitterly, as if right now he can hear the students calling him a bizarre, annoying, lanky sensei, who used to insert his ridiculous comments here and there. He never takes offense; on the contrary, he does everything he can to be one, the odd teacher who would do anything to make his students' youth look like the spring of their lives. Even though it makes him seem like the biggest fool on the planet. Somewhere within himself, he hopes they'll never have to find out how utterly tattered his soul is. And now, convinced that all of his students were sleeping soundly, he goes outside in an effort to find the way to his own sanctuary.

…

The weeping sky brushes away the leaden clouds from its blanket as if they keep preventing it from observing the unfolding of a story that has long been written. With a sinking heart, soaked to the skin and chilled to the bone, Satoru Gojo reaches for your door, stopping for a moment, unsure whether you should be bothered at this late hour. At the last moment, allowing himself to be a little selfish, he makes a few quiet knocks on the door and awkwardly hides his hands behind his back. For a few seconds, nothing happens. He heeds, not knowing for sure what he's hoping for: that you've been asleep for a long time and won't catch him in this miserable state, or that you were waiting for him after all, feeling this strange connection between the two of you. Suddenly the door swings open, revealing your small figure. The bright light emanating from your apartment on this dark night does not dazzle him, but rather cradles him with its invisible hands, trying to give him its warmth. The smell of homemade food fills his nose, beckoning him to peak in. Satoru stands motionless, looking at you with a fluttering heart. So familiar, so homely, with a smile stepping away from the door, inviting him to go inside. And he thinks, "It's so strange, in all my life I haven't had a place I could call home, it seems... it's always been here."

A relieved exhale.

thank you so much for reading! comments and reblogs are very appreciated <3

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[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well, Part 14

{"I still remember the first fall of snow, and how it glistened as it fell. I remember it all too well."}

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

All I can say is, I hope you all are ready for what's to come.

All Too Well Masterlist

Part 1

Suguru was from a small village in the countryside. Miho couldn't hide her smile as the train passed by. Her heart fluttered stepping off the train. What would his parents think of her? Would they like her? Was she dressed nicely enough? Suguru had insisted her blouse and jeans were fine, but what if they thought that was too casual?

"You're thinking too much about it," Suguru laughed, grabbing her hand as they exited the station.

"Suguru's parents are really laid back," Satoru said, "and they'll love you anyway, so don't worry."

---

His parents were both very mild-mannered people, just like their son. Miho was met with open arms, and Satoru with a laugh and a pat on his back. As soon as she stepped inside the small traditional style home, Miho felt her shyness creep in and she could only nod politely while Satoru did most of the talking.

"Its so nice to finally meet you, Tsukiyomi. Suguru has told us so much about you," his mother said, bowing her head.

The five of them were seated around the low table. Miho's face burned at the thought of him telling his parents about her.

"So you're like them? A Sorcerer?" His father asked. "You're parents must be proud."

"Y-Yes," Miho said, "My mother could see curses, but she couldn't master any technique."

"He just kept going on about how sweet you are. He really is just smitten with you," his mother said, pouring Miho a cup of tea.

"Mother," Suguru groaned, rubbing the back of his head.

"After dinner I'll show you some of my favorite pictures-"

"Mother, please-"

---

"Eh?? Suguru you didn't tell me you used to wear glasses!" Satoru gasped.

"You were such a cute little kid!" Miho clapped her hands over her mouth. "Oh! Look at that one, Satoru!"

Suguru rubbed his face with his hand, ears burning red. His mother had pulled out several photo albums and was gleefully showing Miho and Satoru his youngest memories. His girlfriend and boyfriend both sat side by side on the couch, cooing and ahhing at every page.

"She's a sweet girl, Suguru," his father said, offering him a cup of tea. "I think you'll do just fine."

Suguru knew what he meant by that. Him becoming a Sorcerer had dashed his parents hopes of having grandchildren, but they understood the trade off of him helping people was worth it. But what about now, since they were all three together? What would their future look like together? He tried to imagine it; coming home to Miho and Satoru. When they were adults, it wouldn't matter what anyone thought.

He could see it then.

See himself teaching students side by side with Satoru, guiding the next generation of Sorcerers to their full potential. Visiting Miho in the library, as she'd surely become the next librarian. Closing the door to their shared apartment with an exhausted sigh, only to feel instantly better once he sat on the couch and laid his head in Miho's lap. And Satoru would come home, also exhausted, and lay his head on top of Suguru's just to make him laugh. A small smile played on his lips and he rested his chin on his hand, watching Miho and Satoru laugh together.

They'd do just fine.

---

Something hard pelted her in the back of the head. Cold, wet snow slipped down the back of her neck and she spun. "Satoru!"

The white haired boy cackled loudly, hands on his stomach. "Got ya!"

The two were standing in the field behind Suguru's family home. Suguru had offered to go with his parents shopping for dinner that night, giving his friends a knowing glance over his shoulder as they left. The field was covered in snow- the perfect place for a snowball fight.

Miho stood from where she was crouched, spreading her arms to cover her icy creation. "Don't hit the snowman! I'm gonna show Suguru when he gets back!"

"Better defend it then!" Another snowball hit her in the shoulder.

"Satoru, I'm warning you!" she laughed, gathering up snow in her hands.

Miho compacted the snow and threw it, narrowly missing him as he ducked out of the way. He swung his arm and she jumped away from her snowman. The snow hid a small incline in the soil- Satoru's face changed as he hit it, eyes widening in surprise. He swung his arms around while his legs floundered out from underneath him. Miho planted her feet.

"I got you!"

"Miho, watch ou-"

He crashed into her and the two teens toppled over each other. Miho landed on her back, grunting at the full weight of her boyfriend on top of her. Satoru managed to grab the back of her head just before it smacked the ground. He pushed himself up a little with his other hand, cradling her head. Their breaths came out in frosty puffs, faces inches from each other.

"You okay?" he breathed, blue eyes tracing her face.

Miho looked up at him, mouth parted. The grey sky behind him highlighted his hair, his eyes glowing in the reflection of the snow.

"Yeah," she said softly. "Are you?"

Satoru didn't speak, eyes flickering between her eyes and her lips. It was only seconds, but it felt like eons. Finally, he dipped his head, gently pressing his mouth to hers. Miho's eyelids fluttered shut and she slid her hand up to the back of his neck-

"You guys okay?" Suguru asked.

Satoru sat up, face flush. Miho covered her face with her hands.

"You'll catch a cold if you just lay there," Suguru laughed, reaching out his hand to her.

His eyes were warm, inviting, happy. Miho felt her chest swell with glee and she grabbed his hand, brushing the snow off her legs as he pulled her up. A thought clicked in her head. She dug around in her coat pocket.

"Here! I meant to give you this," Miho said, slipping the bracelet on the dark haired boy's wrist.

"Check it out!" Satoru held out his wrist next to Miho's. The beads glistened in the snowy light. "Now we match!"

They stood silently for a moment. Laughter bubbled up in his throat and Suguru threw his head back, covering his mouth with his hand. Miho and Satoru blinked at each other.

"I love you two so much," Suguru said, his laugh simmering down into a chuckle.

Miho and Satoru both looked at him wide-eyed. Snow began to fall, speckling his dark hair with white in a way that made him angelic. Miho couldn't stop the warm feeling spreading through her. It lit her up like a fire cracker, pushing up through her legs and into her chest. She felt like if she didn't get the energy out somehow, she'd explode.

She grabbed one of the boys hand in each of her own and pulled them towards the snowman.

"Come on, guys! Let's build some more!"

Part 15

[jackles010378]

Snowed in ❄️❄️❄️❄️

Y/n had been eagerly awaiting the first snowfall of the season. There was something magical about the way the world transformed into a winter wonderland, with everything covered in a glistening white blanket. The day had finally arrived, and as the snowflakes began to fall gracefully from the sky, Y/n couldn't contain her excitement.

Y/n had plans to spend the day at the cozy cabin she shared with her best friend, Jensen. The two had been inseparable since childhood and had decided to spend this winter together to create unforgettable memories. Little did they know that this particular snowfall would become more memorable than they could have ever imagined.

As the snow piled up outside the cabin, Y/n and Jensen embraced the beauty around them. They frolicked in the snow, making snow angels, and engaging in friendly snowball fights. But as the day turned into evening, they realized they were snowed in. The roads and paths leading to the cabin were completely blocked by the deep snow, leaving them with no way of leaving until the storm passed.

At first, Y/n and Jensen felt a tinge of disappointment. They had made plans to explore the nearby town and visit the local ice skating rink. However, that feeling quickly turned into excitement as they realized they had a golden opportunity to create their own fun in the confines of their cozy cabin.

With a mischievous sparkle in their eyes, Y/n and Jensen embarked on a mission to turn their snowed-in predicament into a winter adventure. They gathered all the blankets, pillows, and snacks they could find, creating a fort in the middle of the living room. They draped the blankets over chairs and tables, creating a cozy haven where they could escape from the world outside.

Inside their magical fort, they spent hours playing board games, telling stories, and laughing until their stomachs hurt. They indulged in hot chocolate and marshmallows, snuggling underneath the warm blankets. Jensen even pulled out a guitar and began strumming nostalgic tunes, filling the room with warmth and melodies.

But their fun didn't stop there. Y/n had brought along a box of old photographs and albums from their childhood, and together, they ventured down memory lane. Through laughter and tears, they reminisced about the silly moments they had shared, the dreams they had once held, and the never-ending support they had provided each other.

With the passing time, Y/n and Jensen couldn't help but realize how lucky they were to have each other. They had always been there for one another in times of joy and sorrow, and this unexpected snowstorm had given them a chance to deepen their bond even more.

As the storm raged on outside, Y/n and Jensen stayed up late into the night, building blanket forts and sharing secrets like they were kids again. They reveled in the beauty of the present moment, free from the distractions of the outside world.

When morning finally broke, the storm had subsided, and the sun's rays began to filter through the windows, melting the snow away. Y/n and Jensen stepped out of their cozy sanctuary, their faces glowing with joy and a newfound sense of togetherness.

Though their plans to explore the town had been foiled by the snowstorm, they had experienced something even more valuable: a day and night filled with laughter, love, and unforgettable memories. The unexpected snowstorm had proven that sometimes, the most magical adventures can be found right at home, and in the company of cherished friends.

Hope you enjoyed this guys, I needed some fluff and this is what came out 🥰🥰🥰

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[that-foul-legacy-lover]

I have MORE WINTER STUFF IDEAS

Your blog gives me life, forgive 🙏👍

Building a snowman!!!!!!!

Like, going through the whole process. Unsure what memories can be shared between both Legacy and normal Ajax so you teach him how to make one anyway.

Rolling the snow to make a decently big snowball, and building it up from there. You also let him unleash that creativity and decorate the snowman. It comes out looking... strange, as in it's oddly creative in ways unfamiliar to humans, because cmon he's an abyss monster, he has different mental images for inspiration. But it's horribly endearing at the same time. (You totally snap a photo with a Kamera. Or a few. Or multiple. Turns out making a winter album/diary isn't that bad of an idea.)

Also I leave you with the delightful image of Legacy making a terrifyingly huge snow angel on his back and chittering happily. Adorable lil mothman. :D

YESSSSS WINTER FLUFF IS MY BREAD AND BUTTER I LOVE WINTERTIME

listen, Foul Legacy ADORES snow. he loves playing in it, catching snowflakes on his tongue, watching snow fall from indoors, everything about it. so it's no surprise when he happily darts outside during the first snow of winter, romping and spinning around until he falls in a dizzy heap, letting out delighted clicks and chitters. you're almost as overjoyed as he is- Liyue doesn't get a lot of snow- and before long you're teaching Legacy how to build a snowman, you with gloved hands and he with his claws. the end result is not like any snowman you've ever seen, but you like the flowing shapes and edges better, in all honesty, steadying your hand to take a photo as Legacy excitedly nuzzles against you and purrs

he also adores burying himself in snow, just completely vanishing under a blanket of white. you're not sure how, maybe it's a side effect of being in the Abyss for so long, but he can also SLEEP like that, snoozing away under the snow while you're wondering where he went. it's only when you nudge the suspiciously Foul Legacy-sized mound that he shifts, rumbling sleepily and stretching his arms as he shakes snow from his wings. and of course the snow made him a bit chilly, so he gently nudges you inside until you're sitting beside the fireplace, Legacy curling around you and snuggling his head against your lap with a drowsy trill until you fall asleep with him <33

[fanficsfreeideas]

Crimson and Cedar

alastorshippermonth day 15 dystopian world - replace it with 6. playing in the snow drinking hot chocolate -Ship Fem! Alastor/ Fem! Adam

The winter air was crisp, filled with the scent of pine, as Alastor and Adam trudged through the snow, laughing like they always had. Snowflakes sparkled in their hair—Alastor’s crimson curls catching the light and Adam’s messy cedar-brown locks dotted with white. As the day wore on, they'd exhausted themselves with snowball fights, making snow angels, and attempting to build a snowman that had promptly toppled over as soon as they finished it, sending both of them into fits of laughter.

Hand in hand, the two women headed inside to warm up, cheeks flushed and noses tinged pink from the cold. The cozy warmth of the cottage welcomed them, and the crackling fire cast a soft, golden glow over the room. Alastor, ever the perfectionist, took charge of making hot chocolate, moving toward the kitchen with practiced ease. Adam, meanwhile, drifted to the small table by the window where Alastor had lovingly arranged their holiday decorations—a small wreath, a few candles, and an album filled with photos from their shared memories over the years. Smiling, Adam reached for the album but her fingers brushed against a small velvet box she’d slipped there hours earlier, tucked beside their favorite picture from childhood.

Her heart beat faster as she held the box, warmth blooming in her chest at the thought of what Alastor’s reaction would be. She had loved her best friend since they were kids, and over the years, their bond had only grown stronger. It seemed almost unreal that tonight, after so many memories, she would finally take this step.

“Adam?” Alastor’s voice called from the kitchen, stirring two mugs of steaming hot cocoa. The smell of chocolate filled the air, making Adam’s stomach flutter. “Are you going to come drink this before it gets cold, or are you just going to stand there in a daze?”

Adam laughed softly, slipping the box back beside the album, deciding to wait just a little longer. “Coming, coming! Don’t get your candy canes in a twist,” she teased as she walked over to the kitchen, where Alastor stood with two perfectly crafted mugs of hot chocolate, topped with whipped cream and a dusting of cinnamon.

They curled up together by the fire, hands wrapped around their mugs, enjoying the quiet moments between them. The snow continued to fall outside, soft and steady, as they sat in comfortable silence. Adam kept sneaking glances at Alastor, mesmerized by how the firelight made her eyes sparkle, the warmth of the moment filling her with love so deep she could hardly contain it.

“Something on your mind?” Alastor asked, her voice warm and teasing as she turned to meet Adam’s gaze. Her smile was soft, and she always had a way of knowing when something was on Adam’s mind.

Adam felt her cheeks heat up, but she quickly looked down at her mug, trying to play it cool. “Oh, nothing,” she replied, trying to act casual. “Just… thinking about all the Christmases we’ve spent together, that’s all.”

Alastor’s smile softened. “It’s been a lot, hasn’t it? I can’t think of a single one I’d want to spend without you.”

That was it. Now or never.

Setting her mug down, Adam stood up and walked back to the table by the window, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for the small velvet box. When she turned back to Alastor, her gaze was steady, but her heart raced with anticipation.

Alastor looked at her, puzzled, her mug hovering halfway to her lips. “Adam? What’s that?”

Taking a deep breath, Adam’s voice softened, yet it was firm and clear. “Alastor… we’ve known each other our whole lives. You’ve been my best friend, my other half, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend all my Christmases—and every other day—with.”

With a flick of her fingers, she opened the box to reveal a simple but beautiful ring nestled inside. Alastor’s eyes widened as her breath caught in her throat.

“Will you marry me?” Adam asked, her voice a whisper, but it held all the love and warmth she’d built up for this woman who meant everything to her.

For a long moment, Alastor was silent, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion. Then, slowly, a radiant smile broke across her face, and she nodded, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice choked with happiness. “Yes, Adam. A thousand times, yes.”

They embraced, laughing softly as they wiped away each other’s happy tears, their foreheads touching as they reveled in the warmth of the moment—years of love and friendship transforming into something even deeper.

Later that night, as they curled up together in front of the fire, the snow still falling gently outside, Alastor’s fingers entwined with Adam’s. They stayed close, whispering quiet promises about the future—promises they had already made long before the ring was ever given.

As they drifted off to sleep, the last thing Adam heard was Alastor’s soft murmur against her ear. “Merry Christmas, my love. Here’s to a lifetime of them.”

[ryuatewater]

The story revolves around a young man, believed to be 17, called Simon. His name is never stated but it is mentioned in the demos to the album.

He sails to Hawaii, referring to the album name. His reason for sailing there isn’t clear but, we can assume it's part of his job as a sailor or because he wanted to start a new chapter to his life.

There he meets a woman. Her name is never stated. They both fall madly in love and are happy. Until, Simon’s beloved gets murdered in a forest during a date. The reason for the murder is not known but, we do know that she goes to heaven (obviously but there is a whole song based on it-).

Simon is blamed for the murder and is put on trial. He tries to plead insanity in hopes of being let off easy but, this only makes things worse. He is sent to an asylum to treat his “insanity”. They treat him with electro shock therapy. This truly drives him insane and his memories are all jumbled up.

He is scared and feels like he’s trapped in a labyrinth that he cannot escape. He revisits his memories and wishes he could go back in time to be with his lover.

He is finally let out of the asylum, freeing him of his torture. He seems to have forgotten about the death of his lover and sails off to sea to find her.

Mentally unstable and unprepared, he becomes lost at sea. He misses his lover so dearly, he hopes they can meet again. We finally get to Dream Sweet in Sea Major. He mistakes the voice of a siren for the voice of his lover and crashes his boat and drowns.

He sings about how lovely his lover is going to look and how much time they’ll spend together in one of the sections of the song. In another section, Simon is finally reunited with his lover in heaven and they sing goodbye to the audience. The final section of the song (the instrumental after Bye, Hi. Sigh, Hawaii.) is a bit hard to understand but, I believe that it means that this “happy ending” isn’t as happy after all.

Simon did end up with his lover but, he experienced the death of his true love, torture, insanity, loneliness, and finally, death.

Every major point of this album is also pinpointed to a song. “Introduction to the Snow”, “Isle Unto Thyself”, and “Black Rainbows” set the scene for our story by introducing the characters and location.

Simon falling in love is connected to “White Ball".

“Murders” shows his lover being murdered and “Space Station Level 7” representing his lover going to heaven.

Him being put on trial and being condemned to the infirmary is pinpointed to "The Mind Electric". “Labyrinth” showing his desire to escape and “Time Machine” showing his desire to go back in time.

Finally, “Stranded Lullaby” shows how desperate Simon is to find his lover and how lonely he is and “Dream Sweet in Sea Major” shows Simon’s death and him finally reuniting with his lover."

I gen do not think i can read all that---

[satoshi-mochida]

White Album: Memories like Falling Snow coming west for PC in Q3 2023

Gematsu Source

Shiravune will release Aquaplus-developed romance visual novel White Album: Memories like Falling Snow for PC via Steam in Q3 2023 worldwide, the publisher announced. It will support English, Japanese, and Traditional Chinese language options.

White Album: Memories like Falling Snow first launched as White Album: Tsuzurareru Fuyu no Omoide for PlayStation 3 on June 24, 2010 in Japan. It is a remake of the original White Album, which launched on May 1, 1998. A PC version of the remake was released on March 30, 2012 in Japan. Shiravune’s release will mark the first time White Album is ever officially released in English.

Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:

About

The classic visual novel from Aquaplus that launched one of Japan’s most beloved franchises.

White Album is a story of love in many forms.

Toya Fuji is an ordinary college student but for one thing: His connection to the popular singer Yuki Morikawa.

That popular singer, you see, is his girlfriend… and the more popular she gets, the less time the two can spend together. Will they stay a couple, or will their ways part? As winter falls and the air grows colder, the two lay down new tracks in the album of their love…

This album will be as white as snow, and as poignant.

Prologue

Strains of a song drift on the cold winter wind, and outside a music shop, my feet come to a stop. The cathode-ray tubes of the monitor pipe in a picture and I stand here, on the other side, silently watching. On my way home from classes, amid the biting chill, she holds me rapt…

It’s been as ordinary as every other day of my life. Ordinary, that is, in every way except one. We’ve clung together just as always, even since her debut. At least so far.

She leads her extraordinary life, and I live my mediocre one. People meet, and they break up, and get all mixed up together, but the days spin by all the same.

[weaversweek]

More from Lilith Fair

"Foolish games" - Jewel

Lilith Fair was organised by Sarah McLachlan, always featured Suzanne Vega, but Jewel was the star attraction.

America's most charted single of the year was a double A-side - charming song "You were meant for me" was turned for its sad flip "Foolish games". Jewel Kilcher had broken through with debut album Pieces of You, and was the biggest thing in American pop.

Lilith Fair wasn't without its criticism. Sarah Vowell, the acerbic cultural critic, made a very fair point.

Lilith Fair isn't a picture of solidarity so much as a picture of uniformity. McLachlan, the event's organizer, has chosen singer-songwriters in her own image: pretty, polite, folksy moderates with sensible hair and more melody than message.

Future editions were less white, less acoustic; future years would show rock and rap, and Latin and R&B.

"Naked eye" - Luscious Jackson

Jill, Gabby, Kate, and Vivian were on the fringes of fame over here: given quarter-hearted approval by the fashion police because they were American and influenced by hip-hop beats and were women. In the error of Britpop, that's at least four capital offences.

"Naked eye" is about being emotionally vulnerable, honest about what you're feeling. Always reminds me of a sunny day with my favourite person of the time, as banks of snow melt into puddles.

"Sleep to dream" - Fiona Apple

Twenty-seven years before Chappell Roan, Fiona Apple wore a suit of armour onto the New York subway. Photographer Joe McNally explains.

"Fiona had always been shot as a waif – tendrils of hair blowing (dressed in lingerie), out in some sort of lily field. She told me she wanted to chuck that scene and be a warrior woman in a suit of armor. I was like 'Cool, babe, works for me!' We did the whole Camelot thing in a daylight studio. A big deal with hair, makeup, styling, painted backdrop, falling rose petals, fake blood on the sword, catering, crew, managers, hangers-on. Everything. All the while her manager is heating up about how late it’s getting. I was like, 'You brought her late, okay?' Finally he explodes and says 'Gotta go now and the subway is the only way' (it was rush hour in New York and she had a gig in Jersey, 'Get on the subway in the armor?' And she said, 'Yeah, that sounds about right!' I shout for a camera, wide lens, hot shoe flash, green and magenta gels and a bunch of 100 speed 35 chrome. We bolt and slip her through the turnstiles–sword and all–unnoticed, Subway came right away and I started ripping film like crazy for 5 stops. On the train, New Yorkers, true to form avoided eye contact. The studio shot went away and the subway shot (flash on camera, 1/15 of a second at F4, a hand held mess of a photograph) ran as the lead. You never know."

from the book "The Moment it Clicks" by Joe McNally

Performance from Conan O'Brien's show.

Bonus interview

"Your new cuckoo" - The Cardigans

First Band on the Moon had yielded an unexpected hit when Lovefool was included on a film soundtrack. What are these Swedes doing in the top ten, do they think they're Ace of Base?

For their next hit, the group released something more typical of their sound, bouncy and energetic and with a nice minor key lilt. But they didn't really promote it, being on dates in Lilith Fair at the time, so only a minor hit.

Lilith Fair was well-documented at the time, but much of the history was recorded digitally. All those ones and zeroes have become halves, and the memories are in danger of being lost. Television coverage and interviews with the performers were made at the time.

Later, there have been oral histories from the fans and performers points of view.

"Closer to fine (live)" - Indigo Girls

We learn that Emily and Amy, the core of the Indigo Girls, were the glue to bind the tour together. Knock on dressing room doors, open windows, get to know their co-stars.

The energy came out on stage, with lots of the acts joining in for a mass singalong near the end of the night. Here, for instance, are Sarah McLachlan, Jewel, Meredith Brooks, and others.

[starry-blue-echoes]

13 ghiaccio?

13. their happiest memory

this kinda ties into my version of Ghiaccio's past which funnily enough I talked about last time I did this ask game

One time when he was younger and before things went to absolute shit(a bit before his teenage years), his family had gone on vacation to some place in the country. A few days into the trip Ghiaccio ended up sneaking off for some alone time and ended up stumbling upon a small lake tucked away and mostly out of sight

So he decided to freeze it over so he could skate and eventually began experimenting with White Album and its abilities. Specifically, where it came to the finer control. Before he hadn't been able to do much because he didn't have much time alone in the ice rinks, but here he was completely by himself.

He started off with things like trying to shape the ice and make controlled, smaller amounts. White Album protected him from any falls, so he was able to just fuck around and have fun

Then he figured out he could make snow :D

and that day was probably one of the happiest Ghiaccio ever had in his whole life. No one except him on the ice, performing whatever tricks he wanted with snow falling all around him. No one telling him what to do or how to do it

He got in trouble afterward for being away for so long, but Ghiaccio honestly couldn't bring himself to care

[burning-brighter-than-the-sun]

Favorite lyrics from the album Midnights by Taylor Swift.

Lavender Haze - I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say.

Maroon - And I wake with your memory over me. That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave.

Anti-Hero - I should not be left to my own devices, they come with prices and vices, I end up in crisis (Tale as old as time).

Snow On The Beach - You wanting me tonight feels impossible. But it's comin' down, no sound, it's all around like snow on the beach.

You're On Your Own, Kid - I didn't choose this town, I dream of getting out.

Midnight Rain - And he never thinks of me, except when I'm on TV.

Question...? -  But one thing after another, fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications and I have to say by the way, I just may like some explanations.

Vigilante Shit - While he was doing lines and crossing all of mine, someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI. And I don't dress for villains, or for innocents, I'm on my vigilante shit again.

Bejeweled - And when I meet the band they ask, "Do you have a man?" I could still say "I don't remember".

Labyrinth - I'll be getting over you my whole life.

Sweet Nothing - And the voices that implore "you should be doing more", to you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it.

Mastermind - What if I told you none of it was accidental and the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me. I laid the groundwork and then just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line.

The Great War - You said I have to trust more freely, but diesel is desire, you were playing with fire.

Bigger Than The Whole Sky - And I've got a lot to pine about, I've got a lot to live without. I'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, what should've been you.

Paris - I wanna brainwash you into loving me forever. I wanna transport you to somewhere the culture's clever. Confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters.

High Infidelity - You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.

Glitch - I thought we had no chance, and that's romance, let's dance.

Would've, Could've, Should've - If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I. Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts, give me back my girlhood, it was mine first.

Dear Reader - Never take advice from someone who's falling apart.

Hits Different - Bet I could still melt your world, argumentative, antithetical dream girl.

[sleepless-crows]

in the japanese 0×1=lovesong mv theyre literally covered in blood, and there are feathers like from angel wings everywhere, and we even see them falling among all the shooting stars, and we see them trying to chase after those stars or gazing longingly for them then doubling down in pain and screaming in agony because they can't reach them, and the lyrics "angel who one day appeared to me" and "i'm not going to make it / i won't be able to get into heaven / i don't belong there / no place for me in heaven" and "i know it's real i can feel it"

and then in the ethereal concept photos they're shown as fallen angels getting up from the ground. and the little prince has also fallen in his story, and he also wishes to go back to his star and even takes a risk on his life for it. and then the romantic concept photos are based on romeo and juliet who both died. there seems to also be a connection to snow white, who kind of died. they had a little match girl themed performance and she died

and this album is about hope and salvation. and the previous title track, chasing that feeling, had the lyrics "i turn my back on heaven / fall from the sky" "i prepared to die" "hoping for twice in a lifetime"

in the 1st mv teaser of deja vu we see yeonjun crying and kneeling on the ground, praying and begging. then we see him together with his friends, like it's a memory he wishes would come back true

the 1st track of the album has the lyrics "there'll be no more sorrow, i'll see you there tomorrow". and then the 2nd track, deja vu, has the lyrics "i promise, no matter how many times it repeats, my future is you". and the 3rd track is about the miracle-like relationship that they have with each other, which reminds me of a lyric in dear sputnik, which is a song about two stars finding each other, "we met like a miracle".

i think tomorrow will really break me

[insurgentepress]

Confirman el lanzamiento mundial del remake de "White Album"

El remake de la novela visual "White Album" (@shiravune) llegará a @Steam en todo el mundo por parte de @AQUAPLUS_JP.

TeraGames / InsurgentePress, Ciudad de México.- White Album: Memories like Falling Snow salió a la venta por primera vez en Japón en 2010 para PlayStation 3, y en 2012 para PC bajo el título White Album: Tsuzurareru Fuyu no Omoide, un remake de la novela visual White Album original de 1998. Ahora, el remake desarrollado por Aquaplus se lanzará en PC a través de Steam en todo el mundo, en el…