#amazing. beautiful. ephemeral.

[kiwipit]

exploded . died

[alanparkersblog]

Don't try to become famous, because talent doesn't exist, hard work and panache do !! 💯🌍☝️

[ofbatsandballads]

a love like religion

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: smut MDNI, unprotected sex, gentle dom!jason, size difference, creampie, biting and scratching hard enough to draw blood, all the pet names from Jason (baby, sweetheart, ma, mama, darlin’, honey), lots of aftercare, hints of codependency from jay and reader.

a/n: was daydreaming about jason (as per usual) and got to thinking about how if he were real I would be so down bad for this man it would be borderline unhealthy. something something about your lover becoming your god or whatnot. ngl wrote this with a bit of a “bones and all” vibe in mind of just needing jay in every conceivable way and it uhhhh…spiraled. so here, have some fucking with copious amounts of aftercare and maybe codependency if you squint?

divider credit: cafekitsune

There aren’t many things in life you can be certain of. The ever changing tides of fate have washed you ashore and swept you back into drowning more times than you can count. You’d grown used to it, the ephemeral nature of being alive. You relied on the two things you knew to be unwaveringly true: you are currently living and breathing; and one day you will die, and the living and breathing will be over. You did not anticipate adding any other unchangeable qualities to this list. You now have one that supersedes every other: you love Jason Todd.

You love him more than anything in this universe or the next. You love him like you love air to breathe. He’s your entire world. The sun holds itself in the smiles he reserves only for you, the stars in the gleaming of his seafoam eyes when the moonlight hits them just right, gravity residing in the weight of his hands on your waist.

You love Jason so much you wish you could crawl into his chest, nestle yourself between his ribs and feel the beat of his heart from within. You can’t, of course. But right now, with his broad frame between your thighs and his hips rocking relentlessly into yours? It’s as close as you can get.

It’s intoxicating, the combination of physicality and emotion. Jason feels so good. His cock pushes against every sweet spot you have, delicious toe-curling drags that have you whimpering his name. And he’s so big. It feels like he’s splitting you in half even though he’d spent a good half hour prepping you on his fingers and his tongue. You wouldn’t have it any other way. Feeling your body give way to him, conforming to the shape and weight of him—it’s like nothing else you’ve ever experienced. Nothing compares to Jason.

That’s part of it too. Sure, the feeling of him driving his thick cock into you would be amazing no matter what. But doing this with him while knowing how much he loves you, how much you love him? It’s divine. No heaven could come close to this. You’d take an eternity with him over anything else.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty, ma. Feel so fuckin’ good around me,” Jason moans as he trails kisses down your neck.

“Jay–Jason, please,” you whine.

You’re not even sure what you’re begging for. He’s giving you everything you need. His hips rock back and forth at the perfect pace, deep thrusts that you swear you can feel all the way in your throat. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles crossing over his lower back in an effort to keep him close. He’s buried to the hilt inside you and yet you still want more.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what ya need,” he pants. “I’ll give you anythin’, sweetheart. Anythin’ you want.”

“You.”

The word tumbles from your mouth over and over and over again. He’s reduced you to a crying, needy mess, incapable of thinking about anything other than him. But he knows you all too well and indulges you in your request. He leans in closer, using all his weight to pin you between his warm body and your disheveled blankets.

All you know is Jason. His large frame above you, so big that he blocks the candlelit bedroom from your sight. His voice cooing praises in your ear—you’re so beautiful, takin’ me so well darlin’, I’m all yours sweetheart. His lips kissing and biting adoring bruises into your neck, your collarbone. How heavenly the wet strokes of his cock feel inside your over sensitive cunt. He moves his hand down to rub your clit at the same time that he licks his way into your mouth and you’re done for.

Burning, bright—a white hot supernova that explodes across every nerve ending from your head to your toes. Your legs lock around him as your whole body shudders. Your nails rake across his back and biceps, pretty red lines blooming over his scars. Your teeth sink into his shoulder and you recognize the coppery taste of his blood. The pleasure-pain of your bite draws forth Jason’s orgasm and the warmth that floods you makes you dig your claws in deeper. You mark him as he marks you. A permanent claim, tangible evidence of the love that hums between you. You have one semi-coherent thought before your mind becomes static: you’re as full of him as you can be; mouth, nails, pussy—you’ve got him in every part of you now.

You don’t realize you’re sobbing until you feel his gentle hands wipe the tears from your face.

“You with me, mama?” he whispers, forehead resting against yours.

You hiccup. It takes all your energy to nod weakly in confirmation. You cling to him, not letting him move an inch away from you. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you as close to him as physically possible. The movement causes his half hard cock to grind deliciously inside you and you’re gasping into the crook of his neck.

“Stay. Please,” you beg through tears.

Jason just holds you tighter to his chest, and you find safety in the strength of his embrace.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m stayin’ right here with you,” he assures you.

After a few moments, your head clears ever so slightly. You become conscious of touch. Your hands twitch back to life and you discover that Jason has placed them around his neck. Your fingers rest against his pulse, the steady badum badum badum lulling you back to lucidity. You blink open your teary eyes and see concern swirling in the deep sea green of your lover’s.

“Was it too much? I didn’t mean to overwhelm you, baby. I’m sorry,” he whispers, gentle as the winter rain that’s beginning to fall outside.

“Not overwhelmed,” you mumble into his neck. “I just love you.”

Your voice cracks on those four words. You break under the bruising weight of your love for him. You think it could kill you, could bury you six feet under, and you would happily die for it. You would happily die for him. You don’t think you’d want to go out any other way. His hand in yours; it’s the only way you can exist now.

Jason feels it too. He knows you almost as well as you know yourself. He knows how complete your devotion is to him, how he could ask for anything and you would offer it up without hesitation. He knows his is the same. You could demand his heart on a silver platter and he’d go grab his daggers that are displayed neatly on the wall and the fine china back at Wayne Manor. And maybe it’s a lot, maybe you’re both a little too attached. But how could either of you possibly care when loving each other felt this good?

So he handles you delicately. He soothes you when your sobbing returns as he goes to grab a warm washcloth. He wipes your tears as he cleans your combined spend off your thighs. He gently pulls a pair of his boxers over your hips, one of his hoodies over your head. He cradles you in his arms as he carries you to the living room to eat some snacks and continue binging The Great British Baking Show. You’ve come back to reality now. A soft peace settles across your overworked body and mind as you lie intertwined with Jason on the sofa.

“I’m sorry I lost it a little there,” you mumble into his chest, cheeks flushed and more than a tad embarrassed.

“You got nothin’ to apologize for, honey. How many times have I done the same?”

It’s true. Most times it’s Jason that’s the sobbing, fucked out mess in the afterglow. It’s part of why the come down hit you so hard this time. You feel almost guilty, like you should’ve been able to hold yourself together better for him. You swear he can read your mind when he gently grabs your chin and turns your head to face him.

“Hey, none of that feelin’ bad bullshit. We take care of each other. It’s what we do. You’re the one always sayin’ that, right?” he asks, softly nudging his hooked nose against yours.

“Yeah, we take care of each other,” you whisper. “Forever and always?”

Jason absolutely beams at you, and suddenly nothing matters but him and the love you share in this little bit of time and space that’s all yours.

“Forever and always.”

[sugarcreambiteskingdom]

May I have the five beasts x male reader who is one of them and has the power to create plants and such before his corruption he was always pressure by the witches and his advisors to be perfect always have a smile on his face make beautiful flowers and plants bloom always no matter what never allow to do what he truly wants to do force to be the perfect cookie with a perfect smile and until he snap and become a beast he use his plants to torment and terrified the one who always pressure him to be perfect and he say finally no longer have to be perfect I will go my own way I own nothing to those worthless cookies or the witches now they will all see what else can I do as he has huge creepy smile on his face as his laughts evilly as his plants attacks the cookies and earthbread and completely takes over even his appearance change to one he prefers he use a rose on his head then he becomes a beasts it has teeths and will turn into a huge rise monster by reader command headcanons please

Cream Oreo Cookie: This reminds me of a movie I once knew but I can't remember it :v

The First Ancient Cookie's:

Light Milk Cookie:

He was worried about you and was...upset with the witches and how they treat you

He doesn't appreciates the Witches pushing you to use your powers 24/7 just because you we're a powerful Ancient Cookie you still need rest

He would always makes excuses for you so the witches would let you rest

He will be there for you to comfort you if you ever needed it

Spice Cookie:

Seeing you tired and overwhelmed with work was enough to annoy The Herald Of Change from the Witches decisions to treat you like a lowly worker which never fails to BOIL his Jam

He would always so called "kidnap" you so the two of you can chat and relax in his temple

He makes sure you eat well and drink a lot and rested a lot by giving you a ton of food, drinks, blankets, pillows, stuff animals to cuddle with

Salt Cookie:

He disapproves with all of the Witches antics and how they use you

Your just a Cookie for The Witches sake! Just because you have a crunchy and hard dough doesn't mean you still can't break from exhaustion

He would also like Spice Cookie will "kidnap" you to get some rest

The two would go on for walks, or read a book under a tree or just enjoy the peacefulness of everything and relax

Plain Flour Cookie:

She has heard all of your wishes for peace and relaxation under a tree by a hill far away from your duties

She is always there to listen and give you advice

She also does not agree with the Witches Wishes of your time to give all of your energy and power of "Life" as they all say

If you ever need someone to cry your heart out she is here for you do not worry

Ephemeral Sugar Cookie:

Why would the witches force such a handsome Cookie like yourself to manual labor?

Okay maybe Manual Labor is a bit too much but it kind of looks that way from her eyes!

A Handsome and Magnificent Cookie like yourself should rest and have time for yourself to instead of letting yourself get over work like this!

She would always visit you and give you clouds to use as bed or pillows to rest on and relax alongside her!

She will wrap her wings around you as you sleep and at times hide you from the Witches so you can go and sleep for atleast 9 Hours or so

BEAST COOKIES:

Shadow Milk Cookie:

THIS, THIS IS THE REASON WHY IT WAS AN AMAZING IDEA TO LEAVE THE WITCHES BEHIND

This was there fault not yours...

If they weren't so pushy maybe this wouldn't have happened

But that's okay!

Now we can all have fun with our powers and use them for our OWN entertainment and not THE WITCHES

Burning Spice Cookie:

He was so glad that the two of you finally decided to leave those witches expectations and create your own fun

He would ask you to battle with him and spar just to see how strong you've gotten

He'll make sure to not burn your beautiful plants or work of art during those battles since he knows that you still love your plants and won't want for them to be burnt into dust even though you can always make some more

So basically he just uses his axe to cut through it

Silent Salt Cookie:

They had enough of the witches and how they treated you

So let's see what they think about the new you?

Causing chaos from left to right

You and Silent Salt Cookie we're an amazing team at the battle field

You would throw those wretched Cookie's up high to the skies as Silent Salt Cookie slice them off

Even though he doesn't talk now unlike the past

He would always bring you a head of a Cookie with it's head full of your favorite flowers in it to show his affection towards you

Mystic Flour Cookie:

The Witches always Take and Take and Take and Take

But now there's nothing to give and that's how Mystic Flour Cookie felt which is why she understands what you we're going through

Those greedy Cookie's wants there wishes to come through to the point they would crumble eachother

While the Witches never gave any care about you and how much work they weigh on you

So why not let them see how can one of the purest of Cookie can turn to the most bitterness ones

Eternal Sugar Cookie:

It wasn't fun or funny at all anymore seeing you all hurt and sad and stressed out from the witches

But seeing you now destroying those witches creations made her so damn happy for you

She even decided to join you in this masquerade of yours

She will never leave her little Cinnamon Roll behind to make all of this Cookie's Suffer!

She wants to have some fun too

Oh how she enjoyed it spending time with you with no Witches to interrupt your bond!

How Fun!

[ilikekidsshows]

As a huge Adrien fan who was horrified and disgusted by what the show has done to him (especially the season 5 finale) I am so grateful to have found your blog! I hope you don’t mind but I would like to vent my feelings a little to someone who understands.

As an abuse victim with a controlling father I connected with Adrien from the beginning and I was so excited to see his story play out. I thought it could be another Zuko type of character arc where he slowly overtime comes to realize he is being abused and that the way his dad has treated him is wrong and eventually stand up to him and break free of his dad’s abuse and control. I was eagerly watching and waiting what I thought would be such an amazing journey ahead of Adrien. I loved seeing him finally able to attend public school and getting a chance for freedom through his miraculous and being able to make real friends. I thought all of this would help him slowly build up that support system to help him continue to take more control of his life. I couldn’t wait to see Adrien slowly start to heal and gain a found family with people like Nino Alya and even Ladybug as Chat Noir (these were the early days when I genuinely thought they were a team). The episode where all of Adrien’s guy friends threw him a party was so much fun and I was happy to see he had made so many friends who had his back.

In that one episode (can’t recall the name right now) where Luka was making instruments and seeing Adrien a bit aimless and unsure of his future I remember thinking it will be so wonderful to watch him come to figure out who he is and what he wants to with his life outside of his father’s expectations. To see him forge his own identity (something he’d already begun doing as Chat Noir). I went through my own journey of discovering who I am and who I want to be after breaking free of my dad’s abuse. It’s beautiful and empowering and I couldn’t wait to see Adrien go through something similar.

I was a little worried by episodes like Chat Blanc and Ephemeral that showed futures where Adrien learned his dad was Hawk Moth and fell under his control due to his emotions spiraling out of control. It was completely understandable given such a situation and revelation. But I figured the reveal will just need to happen in a way that gives Adrien time to process and work through it before he goes to confront his dad as Hawk Moth and defeat him with Ladybug.

But then he quickly started losing his support system and friends. Things were never quite the same between him and Nino after Rocketear. Chloe became too awful and he had no choice but to cut ties. Ladybug completely disregarded his feelings and never listened to him and he was forced to be HER support system and keep his feelings and problems to himself.

I didn’t understand why this was happening. I stayed in deep denial about senti-Adrien right up until the finale because I just couldn’t fathom them actually doing something so completely horrific especially to one of the leads of the show. I didn’t understand why suddenly everything was regressing and becoming worse for Adrien. He lost his support system and friends. His dad became even more abusive and controlling than ever before in season 5 and then the finale happened.

I truly felt physically sick to my stomach by everything that happened in the finale. It was such a slap in the face to me as an abuse victim. Seeing Adrien trapped in that room. Watching him completely stripped of all autonomy and not allowed to take part in the final battle. And then he never even got to know the truth about his dad and was made to believe his abuser was a hero who he should aspire to be like. He never learned he was a sentimonster never allowed to have any control over his life. He also decided he didn’t need to figure out what he wants to do with his life or who he is because all that matters to him is loving Marinette. It was awful. A living nightmare! The absolute worst show finale I have ever seen in my life. It was all a lie. Adrien was never going to get any kind of character arc or growth. Never get to confront his abusive dad, never get to be anything but Marinette’s satellite love interest. No goals or dreams of his own. And made into a sentimonster (I firmly believe that whole thing is a retcon he wasn’t a sentimonster in the beginning) stripping him of any agency or autonomy. Lied to by the person who is supposed to love him but instead treats him terribly. Forced to see his abuser as a hero.

I am sick, horrified, and devastated by what the show has done to Adrien. I saw so much of myself in him and he got the worst possible “happy” ending. Handed from one controlling abuser to the next with no hope of ever breaking free or even realizing that he needs to. The writers have given the biggest f you to all the abuse victims out there with such an abysmal heartbreaking ending.

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This blog is a free-to-vent zone, so go ahead.

It really is cruel how much more sympathy Miraculous directs at the abusers in its narrative than the victims. We get to learn all the reasons the abusers have for what they do, how they feel about everything, how they truly do care so the abuse shouldn't matter and they are the ones who get, not just forgiven, but vindicated, proven to be correct in a way that they don't need forgiveness. Right as Adrien is finally ready to say his father's treatment of him is wrong, has always been wrong, our hero shuts him down, tells him he is wrong for being so ungrateful for being angry at the man who saved her and the world.

Like, sure, it's a lie and Marinette feels really bad about it throughout the London Special, but it's not like that lie is ever going to be properly unpacked in the story. Even if Adrien learns the truth, the pieces have already been laid out so that he will instantly forgive Marinette, that he will understand her totally selfless reasoning and vindicate her. Abusers and abuse apologists get all the sympathy and vindication, and it's granted to them by the abuse victims of the story, whose feelings are always treated as secondary to what the people who harm them are thinking and feeling.

Even Emil’s introduction serves to further vindicate Gabriel. These two supposedly unrelated men are carbon copies of each other in looks and mannerisms, and the reason for this is to further enforce the idea of them as loving family men who just have difficulty with expressing their care and that means we should view them as victims of circumstance and celebrate the bare minimum they manage of not always being abusive. There's a difference between acknowledging that abusers are people and not always abusing their victims and celebrating abusers for these facts, and Miraculous does the latter with its constant insistence that people like Gabriel should be remembered for the good they did while the bad they did gets almost completely ignored.

Many people defending Miraculous say this isn't glorifying abuse, that it's just “letting them off too easily”, which just begs the question: how much further would a kids’ show need to go with its blatant abuse apologia to qualify as “glorifying” by this standard? Do we need a character to say: “man, it sure is good Gabriel abused Adrien into submission so that Marinette can enjoy a perfect, subservient boyfriend!” Because, like, no one might say that, but it's very much the implied takeaway.

[taetebebe]

Yang Jungwon Fic Recs

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Here’s a list (short but surely ongoing) of all my favourite Jungwon fics I hope you enjoy them, please show your love and support to these amazing writers and their blogs, just so you know some of the fics contain smut so no minors allowed please. I will add more with time. Happy reading everyone <3

To the amazing authors of these pieces of fiction: Firstly, thank you for writing and sharing your talented works. Secondly, Ik some people don't like their work to be on lists, so please let me know if you want me to take your work down <3

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Key: ø - Smut | ✧ - Angst | T - Trauma | <3 - Love | ✂ - Pregnancy/Kids | ✤ - Gore | ☁︎ - Fluff/Cute | ś - Suggestive | ψ - toxic | </3 - Breakup | Series | One Shots |

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Ephemeral (Second Chances) by @hwanchaesong [ ✧ , ☁︎ , ś , <3 , second chance ] Word Count: 12.1k Summary: You sat and listened to the silence, the time ticked and you watched him walk down the aisle full of strangers. What scared you though, was the fact that everyone was blurry except for his dimples that you used to kiss.

Covering Speed by @jpnriikicore Word Count: 650 Summary: F1 Racer Junwon x Journalist Reader au

Take A Bite by @cinnahoons [ ś , Strangers to ? ] Word Count: 500 Summary: Phone booth shenanigans

Bearer of Love by @woniedarlin [ ☁︎ , strangers to lovers ] Word Count: 2k Summary: It all began with Jungwon’s overwhelming day, leading him to tears in the park. A bear mascot then unexpectedly comforted him and from that moment on, whenever Jungwon sought comfort in the park, the bear mascot was there to cheer and calm his troubled moments.

A Tale of Crushes and Clumsiness by @woniedarlin [ ☁︎ , ś , strangers to lovers ] Word Count: 3k Summary: Jungwon, with his feline eyes and adorable dimples, was the subject of your biggest crush. Who could blame you? So, you frequented the local library, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him. But one day, in a bold move to get a closer look, you ventured closer, unaware of the chaos your clumsiness was about to unleash.

Moth to a Flame by @neos127 [ ψ , <3 ] Word Count: 650 Summary: You and Jungwon navigate the complexities of your relationship, torn between stability and your undeniable connection.

The Perfect Pair by @wonsdoll [ ✧ , ☁︎ , </3 ] Word Count: 500 Summary: Two lovers who can’t seem to realize the beauty and pain of love

Invisible String Theory by @soobnny [ ☁︎ , acquaintances to lovers ] Word Count: 2.2k Summary: A high school student navigates the routines and disruptions of daily life, leading to an unexpected connection and budding relationship with classmate Jungwon.

Wishlist by @soobnny [ ☁︎ , best friends to lovers ] Word Count: 7.1k Summary: Jungwon doesn’t understand why you won’t just tell him what you want for your birthday. Clueless and determined to give you the best present, Jungwon is left at a crossroad. Instead of getting it wrong, he might just… confess?

Rich in Heart by @woniedarlin [ ☁︎ , ś , <3 , acquaintances to lovers ] Word Count: 8.2k Summary: Your parents have always been proud of the person you have become, knowing that they raised a child with strong values and a gentle heart. You have always been grateful for the opportunities you have been given in life, and you recognise how fortunate you are. This has made you a kind and thoughtful person, even when others may misunderstand or assume the worst about you. So what would happen if Jungwon wasn’t able to pay for his lunch at the cafeteria but you stepped forward and helped him, initially proving him wrong with his assumptions? Part 2!

Goodnight Kiss by @gyumazing [ ☁︎ , ś ] Word Count: 870 Summary: Someone forgot their 1000th day...

[deus-ex-mona]

an attempted tl of some things from this live report~~~

Aizo: The wild(?) guy of LIPxLIP. His image colour is yellow. According to Yujiro, on the day of the concert, he had started to practice the call and response bits in “Oshi no Mahou” from the moment they entered the venue.

A Message for the Julieta who had Attended the Concert:

Aizo: Thanks a bunch for coming, Julieta!! The contract that you made with us will never be broken for as long as we live, so let’s stay connected forever and ever.

Yujiro: The cool(?) guy of LIPxLIP. His image colour is blue. According to Aizo, he watches videos of rabbits as he likes soft and fluffy objects.

A Message for the Julieta who had Attended the Concert:

Yujiro: I hope that it had been a wonderful concert that will stay in your hearts and minds forever. The two of us will never forget that dreamlike moment either. Thank you, Julieta.

An Exclusive Interview with LIPxLIP!

Q: What was the most memorable part of the concert?

Aizo: It’s been a while since we last got to perform at a concert where we could cheer as much as we wanted, but it felt super amazing when we did that perfect call and response with everyone! I’m certain that I was the one who had the most fun at the venue (laughs).

Yujiro: I can vividly recall the sounds of cheers and the sights of the smiles on everyone’s faces from the very moment we began to sing our first song, Chocokano. The way the sea of penlights illuminated our Julieta had truly been a beautiful sight.

Q: Give us the inside scoop on the concert!

Aizo: After both performances had ended, I heard Yujiro sniffling a little. He seemed to be holding it in to avoid getting caught, but I’m pretty sure that he was crying.

Yujiro: What are you talking about? Your voice sounded pretty stuffy too, Aizo. You kept wiping your sweat, claiming that it was hot, but you were actually wiping your tears away, weren’t you?

Q: Please give a message to your Julieta.

Aizo: Our performances have yet to end! For the sake of seeing your smiles, Julieta, we’ll continue to deliver many new songs to you from here on out.

Yujiro: I hope that we’ll be able to meet the Julieta who couldn’t make it to this concert someday. The both of us, as LIPxLIP, will do our very best with our combined efforts to make that happen, so please continue to support us, okay?

Their 4th song, Meoto, was also another song that they had performed for the first time at this concert. It is a love song about a husband and wife whose love story had begun with their political marriage. In the music video, Yujiro starred in the role of the wife, and Aizo was cast as the husband, who happened to be a horned demon.

As I watched with bated breath, wondering how it would be performed live, the intro to the song began to play, and at that moment, I saw that Aizo had wrapped his arms around Yujiro’s back, and he looked to be embracing him?!

And thus the ephemeral yet bewitching world where no one else existed but just the two of them began to unfold…! Beneath the red stage lighting, the wife and husband gradually opened their hearts to each other. Yujiro, who had drawn from his experience in kabuki training, delivered a gorgeous performance in the role of the woman, which was beautiful down to the tiniest of his gestures. Aizo, on the other hand, had sealed off his usual smiles to play his role of an awkward, taciturn husband.

Like, how could your heart not pound at the actions of a husband gently draping a haori over his wife’s shoulders out of worry for her health, with the scene playing out as if it was synched up with the lyrics of the song? No, of course it would.

They exchanged passionate gazes, joined their hands, cupped each other’s cheeks, and, as the icing on the cake, they had even choreographed a kiss…!! Make no mistake, they have captivated their Julieta with their love story in Meoto.

A Sneak Peek of Their Emcee Portion

Yujiro: Ah right, Aizo started practising the call and response from Oshi no Mahou from the moment we arrived at the venue, isn’t that right?

Aizo: Well it’s fine, right?! I was looking forward to doing it after all. We haven’t had many songs with calls and responses, right? I think it’d be weirder if you weren’t looking forward to doing it at the concert.

Yujiro: But you kept looking at me and asking “What is it, what is it~?”, even though I didn’t say anything, didn’t you?

Aizo: You should’ve just gone along with it! Since there are two of us here, y’know! This guy over here just ignored me even when I said “Take this! It’s the Magic of your Idol!”, y’know?

Yujiro: It’s because I’m not a fan of you, Aizo.

Aizo: Geez, you’re so not cute! You were the one who was going all “I wonder if I look more cunning like this.” in front of the mirror for ages.

Yujiro: Well, of course. I have to show our Julieta the best parts of myself at all times. You there who’s waving your penlight, and you from all the way over there, you’ve fallen even more in love with me, haven’t you? (*Fanservices with a finger heart*)

Aizo: That’s no fair! Take this! It’s the Magic of your Idol from me too! Thank you! But come to think of it, Meoto is also a song with a fresh concept from our usual songs, right?

Yujiro: It sure is. I especially like our music video for it, since it allowed me to show off everything I had learned to do thus far. You were captivated by me too, weren’t you, Aizo?

Aizo: Well, you looked really good for sure, and I think you looked beautiful.

Yujiro: Eh? …Thanks. Ah, you had a different vibe than usual too, and you looked really cool yourself, Aizo.

Aizo: R-really…? Well, I guess so…!

Yujiro: But you did receive a warning from our costumer because you kept bumping into all sorts of things with your horns, right?

Aizo: Wha… Well I couldn’t help it, y’know! I couldn’t get a good grasp of my spatial awareness with the horns on. I’m really, truly, sorry for what happened back there, costumer! (*Bows repeatedly towards the wings of the stage*)

Yujiro: Ahaha.

[sunrenity]

butterflies ✶ enhypen ( maknae line )

s  —  enhypen get butterflies, either by seeing you or thinking about you. would they try to deny their feelings, or would they accept them?

p  enhypen maknae line x gn!reader  .  g  fluff  .  wc  782 (0.7k)  .  bookshelf

꒰ ☕ ꒱ a/n  — here's maknae line <33

— read hyung line here.

김선우ㅤ✦ㅤkim sunoo

sunoo willingly embraces the whirlwind of emotions that swirl within him whenever you're present. initially attributing the butterflies to the excitement of friendship, he soon acknowledges their depth as shared moments weave a tapestry of warmth in his heart. engaged in this delicate dance of emotions, he seizes a moment during a group outing at an ice cream parlor.

amid laughter and the sweet scent of melting treats, you notice a playful smudge of ice cream adorning sunoo's lips. his lips, impossible to ignore, draw your attention with their awfully pretty appearance.

observing closely, you appreciate the nuanced beauty — a pretty pinkish shade that captures the essence of youth, each curve embodying the vibrancy of his spirited nature. the natural gloss, kissed by the sun's soft glow, is more than a sheen; it's a luminescent dew, like morning dewdrops that cling to delicate petals. it catches and refracts the sunlight, creating an ethereal play of light and shadow.

you can't help but notice the subtle sheen, a delightful effect that harmonizes seamlessly with the soft glow of the sun. there's a familiarity to it, and you realize it's your lip gloss that adds an extra layer of allure.

with a gentle smile and a playful glint in your eyes, you tenderly wipe it away with your finger. in that simple yet intimate gesture, as the butterflies reach a crescendo within him, sunoo surrenders to the sincerity burgeoning in his heart.

gazing into your eyes, his grin holds both sheepishness and genuine warmth. he confesses, "i thought these butterflies were just friendly fluttering, but i've come to realize they're more. they're for you, and embracing that feels kind of amazing."

양정원ㅤ✦ㅤyang jungwon

jungwon experiences the subtle stirrings of butterflies within him, akin to a gentle breeze, as the two of you seek solace in the tranquility of the park. the radiant sun, at its zenith, bathes the surroundings in a warm, golden glow, mirroring the emotions blossoming within him.

seated side by side on a weathered bench, surrounded by the whispers of rustling leaves and the distant hum of city life, jungwon grapples with these newfound feelings. he wonders if they are as ephemeral as the passing clouds above or if they signify the emergence of something deeper, something he's been hesitant to acknowledge.

as you share anecdotes and laughter, the realization crystallizes – he's had a small crush on you for quite a while now.

the sun, a silent witness to his internal struggle, bathes the scene in a golden hue. jungwon steals a moment, captivated by the way sunlight dances through your hair, igniting a cascade of thoughts and emotions within him. the butterflies, once confined to the realm of his heart, flutter with a newfound intensity.

with each passing second, jungwon musters the courage to articulate the unspoken feelings. he looks into your eyes, sincerity etched on his face. the words, long confined in the depths of his heart, find their way to his lips, "you know, spending time with you here has made me realize something," he confesses, his voice genuine and soft. "i've had this small crush on you for a while now, in this moment, it just feels right to say... i have fallen for you."

西村力ㅤ✦ㅤnishimura riki

riki finds the vibrant emotions within him reaching a crescendo as the two of you dive into the lively ambiance of a gaming arcade. the dazzling lights flicker and dance to the rhythmic beats of the games, setting the stage for a symphony of butterflies fluttering within him. unbeknownst to you, he has been harboring these feelings, allowing them to blossom like the digital fireworks that explode on the arcade screens.

as you both engage in a series of games, the atmosphere buzzes with laughter and the pulsating sounds of the arcade. riki, usually boisterous, discovers a newfound fascination with the joy reflected in your eyes each time you emerge victorious. it's in these moments, amidst the flashing lights and digital cheers, that he begins to realize his feelings may transcend the boundaries of mere friendship.

as the final game unfolds, riki, donning a mischievous smile, decides to orchestrate a playful twist. with deliberate ease, he allows you to clinch the victory.

the glow of triumph bathes your face in a radiant light, and he observes as happiness transforms your features into a genuine and luminous smile that becomes a moment of quiet revelation for him. amidst the lingering echoes of arcade sounds, he takes a breath, a heartbeat in the midst of chaos, and confesses, "i really wanted to catch that pretty smile on your face again. and you know what? i'm starting to think... i might have a little crush on you."

© sunrenity , don't plagiarize, steal or repost my work on any platform !

[communist-ojou-sama]

I get that this is me being a crazy himejoshi but it's amazing how anglophones have like... un-bechdel-tested Frieren, to the point that her sole personality trait is wistfully remembering A Guy. Her deep love of magic as not just a means of slaying demons, but as an artform? Her contributions to the analytical study of magical forms and collection of folk magics? The (female) master who instilled in her this love of magic as a living art, and through it love for life itself? The (female) protégée whom she's taken care of for longer than she travelled with Himmel, and through whom she really learned everything she now knows about the beauty of human ephemerality and capacity for rapid evolution? that's all just window dressing. It's just side stuff. Frieren's main character trait is Reminiscing About Guy

[joaofelix70]

A CRESCENT LOVE, AN EPHEMERAL PASSION | joão félix sequeira.

summary: you and joão spent all the summer together. you even met his friends and brother. could this be the beginning of a crescent love or just an ephemeral passion? his friendship with his ex would ruin everything between the two of you?

author's notes: after the win against luxemburgo, where portugal national team set the record of goals, his ex just posted "mysterious" pics with floki, his dog. joão was also there, almost hidden, actually. we all know she always does it, never assuming anything maturely, but instigating the frustration of the fans who care about him and to make every gossip website and tv show talk about it, just like a teenager who wants attention would act. basically, this inspired me. i really don't hate anyone, by the way. even thought influencers who don't spread any impactful content and nepobabies with no talent and only standard beauty annoys me, i can't lie.

warnings: bad language (of course it's joão saying the words), chaotically humorous almost all the time, but also involving sadness and angst. implicit sex reference, i guess? maybe?

what do you feel when you hear my name? shame? embarrassment?

does your brain even bring you any sign or memory involving me?

do you ever think about me?

are your moments with her comparable to ours?

can we talk? can we communicate?

is it my fault? do you miss me?

your head was drunk for the whirlwinds of questions that piled up and get bigger, like waves. they seemed to be drowning you. the glowing light and peace of your woody brown gaze gives you triggers. his smile remains embedded, in your heart, an eternal home. the numbness and wrapping of his lips, every inch of his tanned skin and firm muscles being appreciated and admired by you. his hair was shiny, soft and full by the salty waters of the european beaches: always caressed for you. his laughs at you giving him the most silly and lazy hairstyles, with you pretending to be a professional who was filming your customer to tiktok.

“do that pose! yes, your hand against your face! now, give me that playboy eye. just like that! you’re doing amazing, sweetie!”

when you get carried away in the game ‘who am i?’ and tried so hard doing the mimes, jumping excitedly and demonstrating your animation in a loud tone, before covering your own mouth and feigning naturalness, just to repeat the same instant acts.

when you made joão watch your random dances as soon as you won at uno and he’d tell how hilarious you were. when you cooked your regional foods and desserts for félix, his brother who’s hugo, alex — the photographer — diogo from the movemind channel and all of his friends. when he used to hold your face, rest his touch on your waist and thighs. tracing his fingerprints across your scalp, reveling in the ethereal smell of your hair, laying his lips against your entire face and stature, exalting you completely: from your ears, neck, collarbone, belly, legs and even your feet. being a gentleman, joão opened the car door for you, he intertwined the hands of you both in every single opportunity and helped you eat: having the cutlery for you to open your mouth and giving you support with the napkin. when you did his goal celebration. when the two of you invented a handshake, along with various inside jokes. for example, when joão posted many videos of him swimming and playing in the ocean.

“hey, flounder! ‘the little mermaid’? i loved it!”

“why am i not your ariel, tho?”

“why you didn’t say you’d prefer to be eric of the real life?”

“give me some respect, i’m the protagonist of this shit!”

“slay, king!”

you remember singing the songs that played in his car in the most chaotic way, using his hand as a microphone and taking the opportunity to kiss all over it and his fancy bracelets. you offered him affection biting his skin and enjoyed acting like his personal masseuse. you called him ‘my prince of portugal’.

“please, don’t become a stranger.” your last words, face to face. the intensity of the summer weeks of vacation, which were already ending, consuming you.

“you know i’d never do that. look, you’re such a unique person, and even though we’re gonna go back to our busy routines, i still wanna keep you in my life. i still wanna be that close to you.” joão declared and they both found comfort in each other’s arms. his perfume granted the beg leave and penetrated your lungs, giving you life. you felt like you shouldn’t let it go, but there was nothing else to accomplish. you were single, so was he. you ask yourself if everything would be different. maybe if you had tried your lips once again: asking him to give a chance to them, to have more. to not leave what you went through, together, in the box of forgotten memories. would that really suffice, though?

"it's obvious that you’d choose the blonde influencer with light eyes, slender body and member of a rich family. the one who was with a formula 1 racer days before she went to meet you. before you just disappear from my life, without saying anything. the one that doesn't show an ounce of authenticity and, of course, affective responsibility. who am i in comparison to her?! right, joão?" your voice flashed the disparity of fragility and indignation, trembling hands clutching the phone.

“y/n, listen to me. you’d never understand it, okay? you’re not inside this relationship, me and her are. you’re seeing it from the outside, just like everyone else. yeah, she was hanging out and making out with other people. so was i with you. but then, some things changed.” john seemed to be busy. echoes of other people's voices ran through the call.

“nothing has happened between us since the vacation, joão. what doesn’t make sense because i thought you were liking me. i only think about you!” you vented out and received silence. his answers tried to become existent and complete. he stammered, the audible sound of his familiar backwards cap being pulled off and his honey-colored hair being rubbed against his own fingerprints.

“do you think i don’t like you? holy shit, y/n. i even thought we could have so much more. a future together and everything. i think about you and i swear in the name of my family, and i already said that they mean the fucking world to me. the thing is: there’s something that still keep me going back to her. i don’t know if it’s because i’m with her since i was younger, but…”

“joão, this is emotional dependence. i’m sorry to tell you this, however, it’s necessary. i care about you. you’re so internally and externally beautiful, precious, successful and talented. you deserve better!” you interrupted him, stepping back and forth.

“y/n, i love her. when i looked at you…”

“she’s all that you see, right?”

“hm… yeah…” félix found himself in a bind. paralyzed, he remained without an answer for a while. the coldness of the material of his gold necklace touches his tongue: a way to combat the nervousness that generates the gnawed nails.

“my toxic behavior wants to help and fix you so badly, but i know i can’t get more involved than that. i’m not the one for you.” the words reproduced by yourself reinforced the fragmentation of your heart.

“j, baby… are you coming or not? i’m waiting for you, floki is waiting for his dad!” you heard that female voice call to him and realized the way that just this factor made his breathing destabilize.

“i think this is officially the end of whatever we had, joão. goodbye!” your voice was unstable and he realized it: sharp as deep, transparent and suffocating waters.

“i wish you the best, y/n. i apologize for not being what you expected, what you needed, and…”

“caralho, joão! que merda! (holy fuck, joão! what the hell?). come on, give me your phone!” the girl began to rant. her heels against the floor were exclamatory. she was running out of patience.

the call is over. again, you were superimposed on the ocean of blazing tears. you tried to convince yourself that everything went the way it was supposed to be.

but was it for real?

[trigunbookclub]

TrigunBookclub Afterparty!

Hello there! As bookclub winds down to a close, there a few things to announce:

Bookclub Afterparty!

Bookclub may officially be over, but the Trimax brainrot continues! There are some bonus comics, the Multiple Bullets anthology (with all its great and terrible stories), and some folks have fallen behind, have essays left to write, or have things they wanted to create or share and haven't had a chance. I myself fell behind since life has been a bit hellish on my end, I'm two volumes behind--and I don't seem to bethe only one in that position!

So, I want to invite people to keep using and watching the tag until the end of October! Discuss, share theories, thoughts, art, shout-out posts and ideas that you love, just have fun! You can discuss the entire series and all related materials--hell, you can even do a read/reread it if you want to. Whatever goes, so long as it follows the guidelines.

Bookclub 2.0!

I've been talking with the @trigun-manga-overhaul team, who we all know has the best Trigun manga translation out there--but it's about to get better with Overhaul 2.0! When it drops probably next year, it will be at the pace of a chapter a week, and I plan to run the bookclub during that time to celebrate! This gives much more time for discussion, comparing, analyzing, and keeping up with posts. Since it will be a longer reading time and it's round two, spoilers will be allowed, though I will ask that they be tagged.

I also highly encourage everyone to feel free to use the tag when the hardcovers from Dark Horse are released to celebrate and discuss!

Bookclub Archive!

Since social media has a tendency to be ephemeral at best, the lovely @versaphile has taken it upon themselves to archive the bookclub posts of everyone who gives permission for them to do so! This way you can binge meta and posts and find everything much more easily. You can find the archive here, and see an example of archived posts here. If you're interested in or okay with being included in the project, please contact @trigunreferencelibrary!

Bookclub Stickers!

Multiple people have talked about wanting a badge of honor for participating in/keeping up with bookclub, and I think that might be a bit tricky... but how about some stickers? I figure that this way, the shipping is affordable even for international folks since I've seen a good amount of people around the world participating and lurking! I'm going to try and find printing for as affordably as I can (if anyone out there knows any good distributors for smaller batch sticker orders, please shoot me a DM!), and it won't be something to profit off of--just in memory of a great time! The only thing is I have two options, and I don't know if either of them are even what folks want. So...

And that's all that I can think of for now! I'm a bit exhausted and run ragged at the moment, so feel free to ask for any clarification on anything. When I started this project, I honestly didn't think I'd get many if any people following through--I know people lose their focus easily (myself included). But instead it turned into a huge celebration of a beautiful manga that is finally getting the attention it deserves after kind of getting buried by time. I've met some absolutely amazing and brilliant people throughout this event, and I just want to say thank you to every single person who made a post, supported others, and/or just lurked. You guys are fantastic and made this an amazing experience.

[aois-amaterasu-painting]

Black B- PASS- Special Issue - The GazettE - NINTH Reference book - (part 3 - Members interview translation)

■ Interviewer: Finally... after three years, a new original album!!

Aoi: Why are you trying to force the excitement? (laughs)

■ Interviewer: Please don’t tease me (laughs). Since this band interview will introduce the magazine, can you tell us your first thoughts upon completion?

Ruki: First thoughts? All I could think of was "death." There was nothing but death (laughs).

Uruha: (Laughs)

■ Interviewer: Death, you say (laughs). So you felt utterly spent.

Ruki: It felt like a posthumous work.

Reita: (Laughs) When it was done, it felt like, “Ah, we made it through.” When you’re extremely sleepy, it’s like…

Ruki: Turned to "nil" (laughs).

Reita: Yeah. And it’s amazing we finished in time.

Ruki: Anyway, I was thinking, "We have to make it in time!" But even when we did, it didn't feel like we could take a breather.

Kai: That's true. There was a sense of relief, but also a feeling of, “Did we really do everything we could?” (laughs). Now that some time has passed and I’ve listened to it repeatedly, I feel like we made a good piece of work. Of course, there were no issues (laughs).

Uruha: For me, after the mastering was finished and I listened to the final version, my first word was, “Fast.”

■ Interviewer: What do you mean?

Uruha: It’s about 45 minutes long, but it felt shorter. Like, “That was quick.” Even though we spent so much time on it, I thought, “Is that all?” (laughs). There was a sense of ephemerality in those 45 minutes.

Ruki: Your words just summed it all up... Thank you very much.

■ Interviewer: No, we’re not done yet (laughs). What about you, Aoi?

Aoi: If I only talk about the moment we finished... it was like I passed out, and then it was over (laughs).

Reita: That’s right (laughs).

Aoi: But everyone really did their best. By the end, everyone was working purely on willpower. The mixing took a long time, working from noon to morning, and then starting again at noon. But those behind-the-scenes stories don’t really matter to the listeners.

■ Interviewer: Since you’re all saying it was that tough, does that mean this was the hardest production process ever?

Aoi: The production process seems to get harder each year. Not just the music, but everything we release takes a considerable amount of time.

■ Interviewer: In recent years, it’s not just about judging the music but also doing more hands-on work yourselves, right?

Aoi: We want to release something we think is cool... because we are people who want to show everyone something we find cool. It’s a natural flow for it to take time. It’s not about how others evaluate it, but about showing everyone what we think is good. We want people to listen and feel it, so we get particular about it regardless of the time it takes. Of course, the workload varies, and we hardly saw each other towards the end, but being together for 16 years made it possible... Is it okay if we wrap up here?

■ Interviewer: Hahaha! So, we're still in we're still in the introduction part (laughs).

Ruki: Please structure it with bold letters like this.

Reita: Shall we move on to the personal interviews then? (laughs).

■ Interviewer: No, no (laughs). Let's go back to the topic. the GazettE is often seen as a band that emphasizes its worldview, but you are also a band that follows what you want to do at the time, making you quite free. From "TOXIC" to "DIVISION. BEAUTIFUL DEFORMITY," and "DOGMA," what direction were your desires headed in with "NINTH"?

Ruki: "DOGMA" was a conceptually strong album, so the songs had a certain direction. This time, we wanted to show that this is our ninth album, something that reflects our journey from the first album to now. Rather than focusing on a musical genre, it’s more about showing our life perspective—something that reveals the history of the GazettE.

■ Interviewer: So it’s a condensation of the GazettE’s trajectory.

Ruki: Yes. We’ve done many things to get to this point, and now we’re straightforwardly showing that. Without aiming for a particular image or how we want to be seen, we wanted to say, “This is the GazettE now.”

■ Interviewer: When this kind of guiding principle—being both a theme and not a theme—was presented, what did you all think?

Kai: It fit perfectly with being a theme yet not a theme. However, we didn’t specifically discuss it like we did with the "DOGMA" concept.

Ruki: Yeah.

Kai: It wasn’t something that could be understood simply. I kept wondering if there was something more to it. Of course, I knew it was our ninth album, but I initially thought the title “NINTH” was temporary. But when it was officially decided that the title would be “NINTH,” my thinking shifted to what RUKI mentioned.

Ruki: Regarding each song, I think we were talking about their positioning in live performances, whether they were fun, intense, or whatever.

■ Interviewer: I see. So, while it's full of aggression, there are also ballad-like, melodic, and melancholic songs.

Uruha: Yeah. At the initial stage, it was like deciding a setlist, keeping live performances in mind. That was always the foundation. Since the previous work "DOGMA" was such a strong image-driven project, we knew we weren’t going in that direction again. We thought it would be natural to go in a more straightforward direction this time. So, we naturally came up with songs while considering live performances. As the songs gradually came together, we sometimes felt a certain atmosphere was missing and created new songs to fill those gaps. But the basic approach was natural.

Aoi: So, while we were mindful of live performances, there wasn’t a clear overall vision. It was more about putting out songs and adjusting as we went along. Even when you talk about a “live feeling,” there are many different forms that can take.

■ Interviewer: So, as time passed, "NINTH" gradually took shape, and everyone started to share a concrete overall vision at the same time?

Uruha: Well, we might not have had a clear overall vision until the very end (laughs).

Aoi: Yeah, I think we didn't have one this time.

■ Interviewer: That’s surprising. Didn’t that make it more challenging?

Ruki: There was the difficulty of creating songs that fit, but we weren’t particularly aiming for a unified world view throughout the album. When you listen from start to finish, the flow was already good. It’s because we had “DOGMA” that we ended up this way. Instead of a single story like “DOGMA,” this album is more purely about the current the GazettE.

Aoi: That's right. It's different from saying we have no concept.

Ruki: Exactly. If you ask if there's no concept, it's more like, "Hmm..."

■ Interviewer: So, because you have 16 years of experience, you can naturally express what’s inside and shape it into an album?

Ruki: Yes… So, it was like making a typical album. Creating a piece with a beginning, middle, and end. The title reflects this too. It's not about having some big overarching theme, like the title suggests, but rather each song has its own world, expressing what "the GazettE of 2018" is about, I suppose.

■ Interviewer: I wonder if there's a deep meaning behind the word "NINTH" here.

Ruki: Well, that might have been typical for us in recent years. But honestly, I can't really say anything much about it this time (laughs).

Reita: Haha, yeah, that's true (laughs). Also, we've always been conscious of making something that shines in live performances, but I feel like that standard keeps getting higher each year. So, this album might just be a collection of things that meet that standard.

■ Interviewer: When the songs started coming together, did you all naturally understand and play them in sync with each other?

Ruki: How was it?

Reita: In terms of being in sync... This time, we really only gathered for pre-production at the very beginning (laughs).

Uruha: Well, there were parts that went smoothly and parts that were challenging. But we introduced a system for smoother data exchange this time, which made interactions between members less stressful than ever before.

Reita: Yes, we’re fully modern kids (laughs). It was very convenient.

Uruha: In the past, we’d email files, and if you missed the email, it could be a problem. This time, we had a place where the latest data was always available, so we just had to check there.

Ruki: Certainly, when the members gathered, there was always the task of taking something home with you, so the process of finalizing things was probably less than usual.

Reita: And (with emails), sometimes when you tried to download the data, it would already have expired.

Ruki: That happened a lot.

Reita: But that doesn’t happen anymore.

Uruha: It's hard to ask for a resend, so sometimes you just had to wait for the next one (laughs).

All: Hahaha!

■ Interviewer: You wouldn’t have to say, “Send it again,” which can delay things (laughs).

Aoi: Haha. But, it's really convenient, huh? Especially because corrections could be made quickly.

■ Interviewer: It seems like this approach really suits the current state of the GazettE. Just from this segment, it sounds like everything went incredibly smoothly, but...

Ruki: Actually, it was quite difficult (laughs). Especially the process of producing the songs. It’s like harvesting vegetables.

■ Interviewer: I see, starting from planting the seeds.

Ruki: Yes. And the cooking after harvesting is quite challenging too, waiting for the final product to be good.

■ Interviewer: So here we have 12 carefully selected masterpieces.

Ruki: Yes. There were some songs that weren't completed until the very last moment to ensure they were satisfactory. It's like that song from “Kiteretsu Daihyakka” - “What happened to the cabbage?” (laughs).

■ Interviewer: Which song was completed at the very last moment?

Ruki: ……………… Oh, it just smoothly went by. (laughs).

Reita: Ahahaha!

■ Interviewer: Oops, I should have reacted more! (The interviewer was not familiar with the opening theme of “Kiteretsu Daihyakka” called "Cooking March")

Ruki: It's okay. The 11th song, "ABHOR GOD."

Reita: That one was tough.

Ruki: It's the crucial part that leads towards the very end.

■ Interviewer: I heard that the whole band composed this song together, which is rare for the GazettE.

Ruki: Yes. Because I was working on the lyrics, I wasn’t able to join the band for that part.

Reita: Well, he was kind of like remote control (laughs).

Uruha: There were about three different versions... no, maybe more.

Kai: Yeah, there were more.

Reita: And in the end, it mutated suddenly.

All: Hahaha!

■ Interviewer: I see (laughs). The sing-along chorus “Wow - Wow” is also fresh for the GazettE.

Ruki: I recorded that part after everyone had already heard it. I didn't have time to let them hear the demo, so I presented it after recording it, saying, "Here it is." On the contrary, I was curious about how the four of them had created it together. When I asked Uruha, he said, "REITA jumped around..." and "We made it so that it would be jumpable."

Reita: Well, I just jumped around. And the next day, I had muscle pain.

All: Hahaha!

Aoi: I watched the process closely without getting too involved.

Ruki: This part was handled by Kai, this was what REITA mentioned, parts where members were involved are well reflected, I think.

Reita: When I sent the data and asked, “How is it?” RUKI responded with, “How do you all feel about it?” (laughs). He wrote something like, "Are you guys having doubts?"

Uruha: Well, we were (laughs).

Reita: RUKI probably had a different idea in mind. It wasn’t quite that… more like…

Ruki: Well, rather than different…

Kai: It was more like I received directions from RUKI saying, "I want it to feel like this," so I gathered up those keywords and started thinking from there.

Ruki: I thought it should be fun and intense, but the first sounds that came were quite maniacal. I thought, “Oh, maybe they’re struggling with it.”

All: Ahahaha!

Aoi: Especially these two (URUHA and KAI), they really felt responsible (laughs).

Uruha: We felt it, we felt it.

Kai: Yeah, yeah, yeah (laughs).

Ruki: When the song started to come together, it was quite dark at first, which made me feel a bit down.

Reita: (laughs) Sorry about that.

Ruki: There was just one phrase, an intro part in the original song. I personally thought, "Oh, that's good." So, I called and asked if it would be okay to use that as the intro.

Aoi: The rest was no good (laughs).

Ruki: No, no (laughs). We kept that part and just made the tempo a bit faster.

Uruha: Speeding up the tempo was tough.

■ Interviewer: That’s really a collaborative process for a song.

Ruki: If you say so (laughs). It might look like we flipped the table.

Reita: It felt like someone just ate the strawberries off the shortcake.

All: Ahahaha!

■ Interviewer: I see (laughs). That fun atmosphere can be felt in the sing-along parts.

Ruki: I thought it would be good to have that kind of vibe.

Aoi: So, it’s not us but the audience singing that part?

Ruki: I didn't think about it that far. Do you think they’ll sing it? In our case, even if we include such parts, our fans don’t usually sing along.

Reita: That’s true.

Ruki: It's like with "Maximum Impulse.” The members' faces just get redder and redder.

Reita: Yeah, especially me (laughs).

Aoi: Oh, I need to listen to the new chorus parts.

■ Interviewer: Yes, the new work seems to have a lot of chorus parts.

Ruki: We’ll verify it during rehearsal.

Aoi: Are there any parts that seem too difficult?

Ruki: I don’t think there were any.

Reita: Well, you say that every time (laughs).

Aoi: Sometimes, if the rhythm is completely different while playing, it’s the most tricky part.

■ Interviewer: I see. The new album also features melodious and emotionally charged songs with a straight beat, like "UNFINISHED," which might not have been possible in the previous album. Were you concerned that such impactful songs might overshadow others?

Ruki: No, not at all.

Aoi: Oh, we have a new perspective here.

■ Interviewer: Oh, really? (laughs) Did you also have the intention of showcasing the original coolness of visual kei, which is your forte?

Ruki: No, we didn’t have any intention of appealing outwardly. We just did what we thought was cool at the time. Things that might have seemed unconvincing or outdated before now feel better. We’ve always thought it’s better to be a band capable of various types of songs. After “DOGMA,” people might have assumed we’d continue in a certain direction, perhaps towards a more metal sound, but we didn’t think that way at all.

■ Interviewer: So, it wasn't intentional.

Ruki: Even if we’re good at something, it’s not intentional. On the contrary, sometimes we intentionally avoid certain things. During “DOGMA,” we purposely didn’t include audience singing parts. So, this time, it's more standard, I suppose.

■ Interviewer: Understood. And this time, you released the music video for "Falling," the practical opening track, ahead of the album. This is unusual for the GazettE, but it seems to show your unwavering confidence in the band now.

Kai: We weren’t particularly conscious of confidence in the band, but when RUKI created “Falling,” we all recognized it as the prologue of "NINTH." We felt it was the beginning.

■ Interviewer: Ah, so it's similar to the fans' perspective.

Kai: So for me, during the process of creating the song, I listened to "Falling" with the mindset that this is the prologue.

Uruha: And by not selling it, but instead choosing to release it for free, I think it definitely increased awareness. I think "Falling" was good because I heard that the evaluation of the song was high, which raised expectations for "NINTH." So, that song became a very good introduction, and I hope the album will continue to surprise with different approaches from "Falling" to "UNFINISHED." It feels like it was well-calculated, so it's ultimately alright.

■ Interviewer: Showing a glimpse of the album in advance didn’t have any negative impact; it made it more effective.

Uruha: Exactly. The album doesn’t continue with the same type of songs, so there’s no disappointment.

■ Interviewer: Aoi, how do you feel about the songs lined up in the album?

Aoi: There were parts where it was difficult to grasp the overall picture until it was completed, but the final result is very satisfying. Honestly, I didn’t expect it to fit together so well, but it turned out to be an album with a solid story.

Reita: Yes, it’s easy to listen to and has everything. We will perform other songs on the tour, but there won’t be any sense of discord when they’re combined, and I think this is the current ideal form of the GazettE.

Kai: As for me, the process was unusual and we were pressed for time, so I had mixed feelings. There were moments of anxiety, but also relief when it was finished. This album is packed with those feelings, and it’s different from anything we’ve done before. The process felt simultaneous with our emotions, rather than trying to catch up with them. The songs felt like they progressed alongside us, and I felt that strongly this time. It’s quite refreshing.

■ Interviewer: I see. How about you, Ruki?

Ruki: I poured a lot into each song, so I can’t look at them objectively yet. I have strong feelings for each song. But I can say that I put everything into it. Even though we were pressed for time, there was no compromise. It was a situation where we either compromised or didn’t sleep, and I think we managed to push through to the end. This applies to the staff and engineers as well. If I were in their shoes, I would have definitely quit. Normally, engineers don't stay overnight.

Kai: Haha, they might have felt like we were punishing them.

Ruki: So, I think what we've done up to this point won't happen again, and I feel like this album embodies that dedication.

All scans are from The Archive (rad-is-more) Interview translation is ChatGPT.

[alanparkersblog]

I just want to make the world a more beautiful place. If you don't like it, you can paint over it !! 💯🌍☝️

[sporesgalaxy]

wanna be clear that like I get WANTING to engage with stuff that you cant bring yourself to engage directly with. For most of my life, my OCD made it nigh impossible for me to engage with most horror, or anything with sexual themes/violence. There's games with themes and messages that sound amazing, that I feel wouldn't be a complete experience if I don't play them myself, and that I know I won't ever play. I ravenously enjoy other people's discussion and analyses of these things, but I know I'll never know everything I want to without experiencing it for myself. And either someday I manage to pull through and do it myself, or I just live in secondhand fascination.

Argh, I'm trying to explain why I don't find this depressing because it just sounds depressing!!!!!! But it's not!!!!! It's the beautiful ephemerality of experiencing art!!! It's intense appreciation for every piece of art you HAVE experienced, and how impossible to imitate those experiences all were!!!!!!!!!!! It's Courtly Love for a piece of art!!!!!!!!!!!!

And I know I've talked a lot about robbed experiences, but on principle I DO see value in every way a person can uniquely experience art. But I can still have a preference based on my OTHER principles....and that preference is really just consuming the source material for fan work at SOME point, the ORDER isn't even that important to me, I just think it's always worth the effort to understand things as fully as possible. I'm talking in circles again. Thanks for listening to me philosphize about art for the 20th time

[lamaisongaga]

FASHION CREDITS: LADY GAGA BY GRAY SORRENTI FOR ELLE'S FEBRUARY 2025 ISSUE

Lady Gaga is the cover star of Elle magazine's US February 2025 issue and will also cover the UK cover of March 2025.

On the special issues she discusses her upcoming seventh studio album "Mayhem" and her engagement to fiancé Michael.

Photography by Gray Sorrenti, styling by Pau Avia, hair by Akki Shirakawa, makeup by Frankie Boyd and nails by Miho Okawara.

For the cover shot, Gaga is wearing a full look from Valentino's Spring/Summer 2025 "Pavillon des Folies" collection, inspired by the fragility and transience of existence, exploring how beauty serves as both a remedy and revelation—an ephemeral yet profound anchor that brings meaning, solace, and connection amidst life‘s chaos and vulnerability.

Black organza blouse with voluminous ruffles, fully embellished in micro faux pearls, high-waisted tights with trompe l'œil panties.

The high-waisted tech knit shorts are from Fendi‘s Spring/Summer 2025 collection and her bra is the stylist's own.

A subtle yet beautiful accent to this ensemble was given with this divine teardrop pendant diamond necklace which hails from Tiffany &Co.'s Fall 2023 Blue Book: "Out of the Blue". Tiffany is the official sponsor of the jewelry for this editorial so you‘ll see much more with the next looks!

These Valentino VLogo signature lace gloves are made from floral lace and feature a ruffle trim along with the brand's logo as a small metal plaque ($690).

So good to see Gaga tap more and more into Dior again for her latest editorials. Here, she layered two pieces from the Spring/Summer 2025 collection to create a whole new look—metallic silver embroidered bodysuit with peek-a-boo side cut-outs and black silk moiré effect trench coat.

The black chiffon cape, she threw on top, is from Patrick McDowell's Spring/Summer 2025 collection.

A very unusual yet fitting choice of footwear was provided by KNWLS who created these distressed grey leather biker-infused boots for her Spring/Summer 2025 collection.

Intertwined between her fingers and worn as a bracelet, Gaga wore this Tiffany & Co. Lock white-gold necklace  ($1,100) throughout the shoot...

...just like, for several looks, she wore their Elsa Peretti collection Amapola brooch ($1,100), which means "Poppy" in Spanish. It is made of sterling silver and red silk.

One of the more avant-garde and abstract looks is this Issey Miyake "The Beauty of Paper" Spring/Summer 2025 shaded black papyrus column dress with geometrical plissé panels (£1,265), and its matching hooded headpiece.

Drawing inspiration from washi, traditional Japanese paper, the designs embody the ethereal qualities of paper, evoking a sense of lightness and fluidity that is both calming and transformative. As models glided down the runway, it felt as though they were drifting through a dream—a world where the boundaries between fabric and paper beautifully blur.

The brooch, LG embellished her dress with, is the Tiffany & Co  Ribbon Drop brooch from the "Birds on a Pearl" collection in platinum and 18k yellow-gold with a natural saltwater white drop pearl of over 16 carats and diamonds.

Don‘t have to explain how this is my favorite look of the shoot, do I?

Both Gaga‘s oversized and rhinestone-embroidered off-white feather coat...

...and knit skull mask in ivory mohair with trailing silver metal and crystal chain banshee embroidery are from Alexander McQueen's Spring/Summer 2025 runway show, designed by Sean McGirr.

How amazing is it? Guys…has anybody met my Genie yet?

A couple of new labels also made it into this cover shoot! Here, LG lays down in nature while sporting a black leather fishnet dress with asymmetrical cut (£1,160) from ABRA‘s Spring/Summer 2025 collection which drew inspiration from 80s fitness calendars from Abra‘s parent’s‘ restaurant, fishing nets, shopping bags, and Spanish souvenir beach towels.

She added some layer and color by wearing these Falke 50 denier semi-opaque tights (£27) in "Scarlet" both as tights and as a top!

The look was completed with the aforementioned Tiffany & Co. Amapola poppy brooch ($1,100)...

...and a pair of Ann Demeulemeester Spring/Summer 2025 Siver multi-layered O-ring bovine leather biker boots ($1,900) with leather stitching trimside wrap.

It‘s been always a little dream of mine to rock more pieces from the "Dark Lord of Fashion" aka. Rick Owens, so I‘m more than excited to see this Spring/Summer 2025 look appear in the editorial!

Scrunched and ruffled organza loofah-inspired jacket (£5,115), semi-sheer patchwork T-shirt (£455) and soccer-inspired nylon hi-lo shorts (£370).

The distressed porcelain doll-inspired nude tights are from Maison Margiela‘s latest artisanal collection, Spring/Summer 2024. You might remember her tapping into this collection with a whole custom look for her last Vogue editorial past year.

Next, the fashionista wears Balenciaga sunglasses. I highly believe it‘s these Spring/Summer 2025 Bossy AF eastman acetate renew (an acetate alternative partially made of bio-based and recycled content) shades with subtle-yet-not-so-subtle logo detail ($520).

Gaga completed her dark yet sexy ensemble with these Le Silla Uma thigh-high black stretch leather platform boots featuring a pointed toe ($750).

For our last look, Gaga brought something from her own closet. In Elle's video, she stated that ILONA is her designer to watch right now, because her dresses make her feel like a porcelain doll. And this one is definitely no exception!

Also from the designer‘s "Psychosis" collection, the Lotta dress is crafted out of antique ivory French silk velvet and features a pleated tulle trim and velvet-covered buttons.

Another Valentino Spring/Summer 2025 "Pavillon des Folies" pull are her white floral lace tights which perfectly blend in with her matching gloves by La Bagagerie.

Last but not least, she wore the Acne Studios Spring/Summer 2025 croc-embossed leather elongated open-toe pumps in "Chocolate" ($950), which she previously wore in grey!

[ideasnstuff]

Idea 11

A writing based on BSD, but with the realistic essence of my person.

Dedicated to my grandfather who recently passed away.

Rest in peace, grandfather.

It was said that life was three days.

Only three days.

And three days only.

Nothing more, nothing less.

On the first day, the birth.

On the second, the growth.

And on the third, one perished.

Only three days.

And three days only.

The brevity was so great that on the second day it seemed as if one had been born the day before.

Suddenly it didn't seem like years had passed, but days, hours, minutes, seconds.

It seemed as if yesterday one had months and today one would be at death's door.

The absolute naked cruelty, stripped of illusions of the infinity of years that, in the end-

were like just a few hours.

On the third day, then, it seemed like seconds.

Which was why a life - human life - was not years.

It's days.

Making the right choices was not always possible and, more than anyone, Dazai knew that.

Perhaps that's why bouquet of flowers rested in his hands, next to his belly - and why he stood before a round and hideous stone with a round letter and a surname that made his stomach turn.

N. Chuuya

Not even in his wildest dreams had he imagined that moment.

But as they say, in three days... anything can happen.

And that rock was cruel proof of that. ...

...

And... the ephemerality of human life was humiliating for the high and grand dreams of each one.

(Still it never ceased to amaze him.)

To tear apart the highest expectations, the lightest thoughts, leaving chaos and insecurity.

Not exactly for himself, but for others.

And Dazai still wanted to die, even after everything that had happened.

Especially after what had happened.

His eyes didn't see the world the same way after definitively losing a small piece of distant memories…

And if before-

If in the dungeon Dazai had seen the cold and distant opacity of an old acquaintance's eyes...

And the evident distance from the ties of the past...

Now, even those, had been lost-

forever

He saw them as small fragments of the film that was his life.

And if he stretched out his fingers-

He'd watch how quick they would vanish like soft and desert sand.

It was a consistency converted into disorganized pieces that would never be put back together.

There were too many cracks and empty spaces.

It was a shattered relationship.

A lost case.

But now, if Dazai ever wanted to recover it?

It would not be possible.

That was the reality, that was what hurt the most.

Because, matter how powerful it was... it was still a fragile crystal, that broke with absurd ease.

As sweet as popping a thin bubble of soap with a needle.

Plock!

(Chuuya-)

And then, those three days, were not three days.

They became a day, hours, or minutes.

Then, just like that, the arrival of death had been brought forward.

The schedule had been changed.

And she, a lady dressed in blind darkness and with eyes so white they looked like snowflakes, as fragile as the wheat she was harvesting.

Movements devoid of pity and her beautiful, white arms raised in anticipation, carrying a harvest in her hand, letting it fall on the soul of the poor unfortunate.

And then-

Zasp!

Suddenly there was no time for goodbyes, kisses or hugs.

Suddenly it was the end.

The very and human end.

And if there was ever something left to say, the timer had already gone off.

It would be too late.

(It was too late)

The alarm had been activated and life... a life had been ended.

But Dazai lived, he, Dazai was alive and the other-

No, the other two.

Dead.

"Please, show me some kindness and take me with you…"

What would it be like to die?

He wondered.

It was never a thought that had never crossed his mind, but now...

It was different.

Death was not meaningless, not anymore.

But still...

What would there be beyond the precipice?

He couldn't help but think.

The eyes and the soul would close and then… what would happen?

And that would have to be asked of those who can no longer speak.

Their once pink, red lips, now with a deadly shade of purple hardened and roughened by the paleness of the end.

The paleness of death.

And suddenly death didn't seem as beautiful as its ideal.

" Ahh a double suicide, what a sweet ring it has!"

It was not beautiful.

It was not pretty, much less happy.

But even so, the tears - those waters, human eyes let out when they were sad - did not come to him.

(He was never a human being)

Perhaps assured by the futile hope of believing in his plan.

His chest, however, felt heavy.

Terribly heavy.

His heart beating faster and faster was the confirmation of the pain he had felt.

The pain he was currently, feeling.

And it weighed there as if a rope had been tied to his heart, along with a rock.

Somehow, similar to a ship sinking on the sea of life.

And so, like the desperate owner of the ship…

He did not know what to do.

The feeling of seeing someone who once had walked, talked, breathed-

That was now laying on the ground was like seeing a thirsty flower that had nothing, absolutely nothing left to give in an unreachable vase.

It was the cycle of nature, the cycle of life.

Despite knowing death was part of life - after all life was three days-

He did not know how to deal with it, even if he claimed to crave for it.

Too much pain, too much regret, too many emotions.

(For him)

He had buried his friend, but he hadn't been able to burry his partner.

No, his former partner but his longest acquaintance, nevertheless.

(His partner, since he was fifteen years old)

But the tears did not appear in the corners of his eyes.

He had not seen Chuuya's body.

He would have sunk into that small cubicle and stayed there.

He had thought that death was something boring for Chuuya.

Death, pain made Chuuya boring, nothing interesting.

But a death, a death that was not his own, made Dazai human.

Chuuya... he was strong, loyal and…in his own way… he was a kind man.

(That was what made Dazai want to not die)

He deserved better than to die as a piece of a plan.

Would… would they remember him?

Chuuya had always been greatly admired and respected by everyone, but… who would really care about visiting him, even if he wasn’t on Earth?

(Dazai would do it.)

He had only come to leave a bouquet of flowers, lilies, at a stone with the name of his former partner.

No one had the courage to recover the man’s remains and honestly, Dazai didn’t comment on the matter.

He was faced with earth and stone.

What a terrible end.

He knew death would be the one able to free him, Chuuya, from oblivion and no one would know who he had been.

He finally had gotten rid of his curse, but… at what cost?

He was, now, just another grave among many others.

The false confidence he had placed in his plans was painful.

He had made a mistake.

A mistake he knew it was bound to happen sooner of later.

(Moments like these reminded him of how he was just a human being)

(A human being able of faillure)

Dazai’s mistakes always ended in tragedy.

Everything had to be perfect. … …

And one… one of the features that Dazai liked to appreciate the most from afar were human facial expressions.

Particularly, the bright or dull orbs that were the beacons of each person’s soul.

The eyes, the human eye, the mirror of the soul.

For a long time, Dazai had seen the world with only one eye, oblivious to the other riches of life.

When he entered the agency, he was met with completely different eyes than the ones he was used to seeing — happy, light and carefree.

And this caused him a feeling of distance, like seeing the light at the end of a long walk, but being too tired or afraid to get there.

They were luminous eyes, kind eyes, smiling eyes, friendly eyes… of the most diverse shades.

They were like little lights that illuminated Dazai's path, once dark and gloomy.

Temporary lights, drowned out by the darkness, but that still shone, as if it had never seen the shadows of life.

In the Mafia, the lights that existed came from blood and sparks from violent fights.

For him, the illumination was provided by the Lupin Bar and his two friends, who appeared as quickly as they disappeared.

People came and went, like a light that turns on and off as soon as you plan to use its illumination.

"Goodbye!"

He knew, more than anyone, this perfectly well.

He just didn't expect it to happen to the strongest person he had ever met.

The person who had shown him what it felt like being alive.

(How to be human, how to love)

(How to accept emotions, as powerful as love)

But life was a joke.

An absolute cruel joke.

Human nature, like its beauty, was ephemeral.

Finite.

It still seemed like yesterday that Dazai had crossed the stormy path of Nakahara Chuuya, the fifteen-year-old boy who had shaken his world from the first moment they had met.

It was surreal to be standing in front of a memorial to the -once - fifteen-year-old boy he had met on day one.

But as they say, life has three days and Chuuya's third day had arrived.

And Dazai had always known it.

He was know to control his pieces well.

(Chuuya was never his pawn)

How they would act…

(Dazai was never been able to control Chuuya)

(Nor he wanted to)

And the way they could fall.

(Dazai never thought about this for a second)

(Chuuya had always been that wild card that would survive.)

(No matter what)

(At least Dazai thought that much)

But it seems that Chuuya was made from the same darkness as his.

And deep inside he always had known that.

(He just didn't want to face the inevitable and incoming tragedy)

And now it was too late to face reality.