#and for both musicals to be popular at the same time. he was the poster child for jerking himself off

[meowicule]

will roland was faced with the horrible typecast of “highschool gooner” in 2017 and for that he is a stronger man than i

[satoruhour]

HE PLAYS BASS !

a/n: modern au bc i cant handle any angst rn. i ramble a lot in this to set the scene teehee. not beta read, gn btw / tagging @crysugu @slttygeto @getousex :3

wc: 3k ish

warnings: bass guitarist!geto, soft dom!geto, he is respectful of your boundaries, both geto and reader smoke weed, shotgun kiss, sexual acts under the influence, fingering, clit stimulation, implied second round, implied cunnilingus, dry humping, praise, n*sfw under the cut

bass guitarist!geto who has had an interest in music and its instruments since being a little boy, practically begging his parents to enrol him in some guitar classes. with fingers strumming the nylon strings alongside complicated chords on the frets felt so right that since then he and his guitar have been inseparable since.

bass guitarist!geto who gets to know the guitar so well that he masters guitar solo after guitar solo, playing songs by ear in his free time and thought lead guitar was all there was to music until the age of fifteen where he stumbles across a song with a bass line that sounded absolutely heavenly — through the 240p quality of the youtube video, he watched the bassist dish out the heavy beats, always in the background yet detrimental to making the band sound complete.

bass guitarist!geto who leaped at the opportunity to buy a bass guitar with whatever money he had to purchase a Squier bass — it was a little shitty in sound but it was cheap, something affordable for a middle schooler. suguru didn’t care. he perfected the use of his bass guitar, already having the basics down from playing guitar; his room is filled with posters, picks, pieces of displaced lyrics.

bass guitarist!geto only has the chance two years later to ask his new friends if they wanted to jam out together and down the line, if they wanted to form a band. it was a clueless band of boys (with shoko of course) in some room of gojo satoru’s luxury house where his parents don’t care to ask him to keep the noise down like suguru’s parents do.

bass guitarist!geto fights to get a spot to audition for one of tokyo’s biggest music festivals a few months later. if they won they would get more recognition, more support, even if they haven’t figured out the specifics of how to operate a band. with gojo as the singer, shoko on the lead and nanami on drums, they would find out what they had.

bass guitarist!geto who breaks that stereotype of the bassist being ignored throughout a performance. he thinks it could be because of his longer hair and his newly bought gauges, and he thought he didn’t look too shabby himself — although he isn’t surprised to see most of the girls fawn over gojo as he sang lyrics of an original song, courtesy of the joint effort between geto and shoko.

bass guitarist!geto who gives judges the finger after they said they couldn’t perform originals at an audition, blacklisting them for future performances — but gojo sees it as a win when he has a hoard of new fans waiting outside to get a photo with him with autographs that differed from each paper his pen made contact with. later, he bursts out laughing when gojo says he hadn’t even thought of a proper signature yet and just ‘did whatever on their paper’.

bass guitarist!geto whose band gained popularity fast because of everyone’s good looks, singing at that same place they auditioned at, but now with repertoire under their belt. it’s then that they’re already all in university, and yet everyone’s still incredibly passionate.

bass guitarist!geto who spots you in the crowd together with your friends, jamming out to their set, but while your friends’ eyes are locked on gojo who’s loving the attention, nanami who can’t give a shit and shoko who’s too focused on her solo, you manage to draw geto’s eyes to you. he spends the rest of the set locking eyes with you, amidst other things like sending you winks and licking his lips until you’re under his spell. all throughout he doesn’t lose the rhythm, but he does slip-up from time to time and there’s a panicked look that nanami sends to geto for messing up his rhythm.

bass guitarist!geto who sees you at his next show alone, smiling up at him right at the front row while he’s trying not to mess up after the last time. this time he has a chance to show you what he’s got in a bass solo, losing himself in the music until even you fades off and you’re truly seeing the bassist for who he is. he’s easing back into the main melody of the song but not before leaning over the speakers with a knee on the floor, hovering right over you before shoko takes over and he’s back to his heavy beats.

bass guitarist!geto who brushes off the teasing after the set ends, only to be bombarded with more of it when he sees you on campus — no way you’re in the same school as him, walking around with your cute outfits and laughing along to your friend’s joke with no care in the world.

bass guitarist!geto who doesn’t have much trouble charming you into hanging out with him, already recognising him from far away when he’s got his long flowy hair and gauges and tight black shirt and tall stature — you aren’t realising he’s asking you if it’ll be okay for you to head over to his dorm room. you’re getting pushed by your friends behind you to say yes with giggles and gossip, and of course you weren’t going to reject the hot guy you missed class and ditched friends for.

bass guitarist!geto who shows you his room and tells you to let him know if he’s made you uncomfortable in any way. in the background, there’s a faded, soft song that continues to play that really completes the dorm, immediately hitting it off until he starts to roll a joint a while later, offering it to you with a raise of his eyebrow.

“oh— n-no it’s fine, geto-san, i don’t really smoke…” you sheepishly turn down the weed, settling instead to watch him and his beautiful side profile, letting him explain to you about bands and guitar and chords.

“thank you for having me, geto-san,” bowing, you’re nothing like the person in the bar that day, geto thinks it’s the lack of alcohol but he doesn’t mind, simply leaning on the doorframe as he nods down at you. his smile is intoxicating and so goddamn attractive you would’ve buckled to your knees if not for the deep breaths you were taking.

“next time, pretty?” geto smiles, a little high from smoking. his eyes are lidded (they usually are anyway) and smile lopsided. his hair’s almost out of the bun.

“yeah, next time,” it sounded so breathy, you bit your lip. “i guess you’d have to find me on campus, though.”

bass guitarist!geto who mutters how you’re a little tease to himself later when he closes the door. he swears to himself he’d get your number next time, but it’s not difficult to find you the next time, hanging around the same place at the same time. it’s like you wanted him to find you — he’s not opposed to it. it’s a few weeks down the road now, and the second time is watching him curiously as he smokes, too. you take a hit and embarrass yourself completely in front of him though, and while you’re fighting for your life, you’re not opposed to the buzz it gives you.

bass guitarist!geto who’s opening the door to you the next time, surprised to see your dishevelled state and a pillow between your arms, walking almost a block like this to the next building where his dorm was. he offers to make you some tea and you shake your head, feeling a pounding headache already coming on just from explaining that your roommate was an asshole.

“you can sleep here if you want to, okay?” you sigh, thanking him immensely because even after knowing him for such a short period of time, you’re comforted by his presence.

“at least satoru’s not here,” you laugh at that, nodding tiredly before you’re settling on gojo’s bed after insistence from the other. he wouldn’t care, he’s always going back home anyway, don’t know why he wanted to share a room with me. but before you can get settled in, you hear the familiar crinkling of the paper and the click of the lighter and the smell of weed fills the room again.

again, his hand is outstretched, holding an ashtray below him as the tip of joint glows a red, calling out to you yet reminding you of the way you coughed the other night.

you crawl off his roommate’s bed, snatching the cig out of his hand in a way to prove something to yourself before taking a big puff. this time you’re better, letting the drug flow through your system, but tolerance is another thing, because it only takes another hit for you to be smiling drowsily at the other while geto is a little high, too, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your hand traces over his arms and you giggle.

“you w’nna kiss?” geto asks quietly, a little soberly, having talked late into the night while you hang off his arm and slur your words. but now you know you’re feeling a little more sensible when you can feel your heart pound and your eyes widen despite their need to close.

“i meant it, doll. you’re fuckin’ stunning,” suguru mumbles, the coldness of his rings sending a chill down your body, but also a spark to your core, “you look exactly like the day i discovered bass.” and it’s like cupid fully shoots his arrow through your heart — because have you heard the man play? you’re speechless at his point, only mustering a nod before you’re leaning in.

he hums drunkenly as a way to ask you to wait a min, manoeuvring you onto his lap before he’s taking the almost vanishing joint into his hands. two more puffs are perfect for the cigarette to be discarded and so with a gentle hand, he holds onto your nape while he tries not to get hard from having you on his lap. slowly, your lips wrap around the other end of the joint, taking in another influx of the drug before he does too.

bass guitarist!geto who pulls you towards his lips a little roughly but he doesn’t give you what you want (what he has in mind is much, much better), rather leaving his lips ajar as he exhales the smoke from his mouth into yours, your own smoke already dissipating. weirdly, this burn is more prominent, probably because all you can focus on are suguru’s dazed eyes and the way they burn through your skull. you inhale the smoke before you feel his soft lips on yours.

geto hums into your lips, coming off of them periodically to allow the smoke to disperse, but the moment is so intimate and hot that you blow away the smoke and lunge forward to wrap your arms around his neck.

“no more pullin’ away, geto-san…” you’re trailing off, words messily whispered against his lips and you burn at the chuckle he sounds out, muttering back a question of consent. you’re nodding, reeling at the speed at which he places his hands on your thighs, dragging you further up his front until you rested on his pelvis.

“kissing me like you can’t breathe and you’re still calling me by my last name? i’m wounded.” geto pulls away and defies your rule — you think he’s the only one who can do that. pouting, suguru pushes away the hair enclosing your face. “c’mon, drink, sober up a little.”

“...i like it like this,” you murmur, ashamed as to how readily you leaned into his touch. his stare is piercing though, not budging until you’re gulping down half the cup.

“throats turn dry when we smoke, princess. we can do it more when you’re more used to it, alright?” geto explains, patting your thigh and ignoring the tensing of them around his own. he’s trying so hard to act nonchalant, but he can’t get the image of you parting your lips for the smoke out of his head. the way your eyes flutter close, how you wanted more of him.

“alright… suguru,” you sigh out the name and geto wishes he could hear it somewhere else, “but can we—” the high is getting to you, making your hormones go into a frenzy and you’re grinding on his lap. geto hisses at the feeling, of your cunt brushing against his bulge. your hips are inexperienced, but you’re going by feel, drawing little circles and moving back and forth; whatever that brings you pleasure.

“baby— f-fuck…” geto swears when you pair it with the lips tha kiss down his cheek and jaw and neck, hands on your hips guiding you as you try to chase your high. but a whine from you draws geto out of his daze and he almost cums hearing your needy voice, begging him for something, anything.

“’m tired, suguru,”

he knows, grinding is a tiring thing, so rather he opts for you to lie on him with your back to his chest. by now, the room’s filled with the smell of weed and arousal, asking once again if he could take off your pyjama shorts. geto smiles at the lack of underwear but he says nothing, eyes latched onto the strings of juices that connect your pussy to the shorts.

“my baby ready to be touched?” he feels you nod, loving the way your stomach contracts and expands at the hand that travels over your clothed tits. there, he squeezes them, rubbing fingers over the hardened nub but soon creeps towards your centre. his hand and fingers are so much larger than yours, covering your whole core easily when he cups it and the contact is enough to make you mewl.

“hurry,” your hips hump the air.

“patience, darling,” geto’s gravelly voice cuts through to your ear before he finally draws languid circles upon your clit, rubbing and pressing on your bundle of nerves. his whole body burns from seeing you react so cutely, all cause your eyes couldn’t leave his on that stage. now your eyes were rolling up and over, little moans leaving your lips just from his hands.

bass guitarist!geto who seems to know all your pleasure points in one night, kissing the spot under your ear, to talking you through your orgasm. you were enamoured by the guitarist that you’d let him do anything to you, obsessed with the way he never missed questions of “is this okay?” and “tell me to stop”. geto is just as besotted by you, the arch of your back, the call of his name. god, he was going to write so many songs about you.

“think you can handle a finger, baby?” suguru whispers, caressing your twitching thighs from your first orgasm. with a shaky “yes”, geto plays with your hole, smearing your juices around your sex and getting it all on your thighs. the bashful suguruuu! has him laughing, taking your lips into another kiss as an apology.

“sorry, sweetheart. love teasin’ ya,” muffled words are said, “goin’ in.”

your jaw drops even more when geto first inserts a finger, so much wider and longer that a long moan escapes you. the stretch is so good, everything you’ve ever imagined after watching his fingers travel over the bass strings, and you’re already asking for a second finger. when he does oblige, your hands fly to grab at his wrist.

“feel good?” he chuckles at your lack of an answer, rather responding by clenching around his fingers and leaning back more into his hold. geto sets a pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. he thinks it’s enough of staring at you and almost gets whiplash when his head turns to his hand — from the way he disappears into your dripping cunt, he thinks he’ll cum untouched, although your desperate hips also would play a part.

“feel s’good, suguru— shit…” geto groans lowly into your ear when he feels your hand replicating the circles he’s made on your clit, juices starting to collect in his palm from how wet you were.

“you keep clenchin’ around me, baby, you w’nna cum?”

your body is more vocal than your voice, twisting and thrashing from how his fingers already feel so good. the haze and the smell of geto suguru and the weed in your system is all overloading on you at the moment, but in between you’re able to nod, fingers rubbing at your clit while geto’s speed picks up a little.

your legs naturally spread, each slap of his palm against your pussy paired with the lewd noises only making the whole thing better. it’s not long before you feel that familiar feeling, using your right hand to direct him to you once more and it’s here you see the man you saw on stage before: focused, flushed, small smirk on his face. “gonna cum.”

“yeah? are you?” geto asks against your lips, still tasting the faint aroma of the joint. your eyes are so heavy and your limbs feel like lead; it’s a wonder how both your hands are moving on your soaking wet pussy.

“yeah, sugu, s’sensitive—!” geto coos softly at your whimpers before capturing your lips, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and your orgasm comes crashing down on you. suguru effectively swallows your moans, groaning on his own end when he can feel your cum running down his hand. slowly, he lets you ride through your orgasm, pressing pecks on your skin and shoulders.

“attagirl. so much cum, hm?” your chest is heaving, whining when he removes his fingers and there’s a cute little squelch from the juices, gasping softly as geto separates his fingers and there’s strings connecting his middle to ring finger. “dirty girl.”

you scoff softly with a smile, eyes following how his fingers make his way into his mouth. the other only hums before carrying you bridal style to the shower with a sweet smile on his face. geto suguru was certain he’d worship you.

“gotta taste that cute little pussy next time.”

[yaksha-lover]

may i request vil, idia, azul and malleus with a reader (reader is their s/o) that is yuu but decided to stay in twisted wonderland and in their second year at nrc they participated in the vdc singing bc, surprise, they have an amazing voice! (i have this thought that maybe they were also in the pop music club with kalim, cater and lillia)

after the vdc many companies contacted them and after graduating at nrc they became a really popular artist

basically the boys reaction to their s/o singing at the vdc and then becoming famous, how would they react and how would they support them

thanks for the request!! sorry i took some time with it! hope you enjoy :)

Vil

Vil probably knew you were a decent singer considering you were in the pop music club

But you’ve never really sang in front of him, so your performance at the VDC definitely takes him by surprise (in a good way)

He’s super happy for you when you start getting offers from recording labels and such

Although he would’ve helped you out with his own contacts in the industry if you’d wanted

He loves that you can relate to each other even more than before

Now you understand what it’s like to be a celebrity as well, both the good and bad, bringing you two closer together

He’s super proud of you and not afraid to show it, hyping you up on all his socials and surprising you with flowers after your concert performances

He’s also very protective of you, knowing how mean and judgemental people can be, and he’s not afraid to stand up for you whenever he can

You two are definitely the celebrity power couple that all the fans love and find super cute

Idia

As much as he didn’t want to go to a social event, Idia was willing to attend just to see you perform

He starts malfunctioning as soon as he hears you sing; he can’t believe he’s with someone so talented and amazing

He’s happy for your success and knows how much you deserve it, even though it can be hard for him considering his antisocial inclinations

He absolutely becomes your biggest fan, no exaggeration

He’s the first to buy all of your merch, wears it proudly and puts up posters of you in his bedroom

Idia is a bit insecure about dating someone so famous and talented and beautiful and kind and every other amazing things that you are

So you’ll need to reassure him sometimes that you still love him and that he’s good enough for you

He’s super shy when you talk about him in interviews, but secretly it makes him so happy for you to acknowledge him as your boyfriend

If you want it, he’ll even offer to help you out with things like editing for music videos or building a website for your brand

Will force himself to go to your concerts, as long as he can sit in the vip box alone with Ortho as the two of them cheer you on

Azul

The first time he hears you sing at the VDC, he’s of two minds about it

First and most obvious, he’s excited for this new opportunity for the both of you

Determined to help you get famous (not just so you can help promo his businesses)

Encourages you strongly when you start getting offers from companies

He’s also just very proud of you for how far you’ve made it just by yourself (you refused his resources, much to his dismay)

He does love how hard you work and truly feels you’re one of the only people who match his drive

At the same time

You’re his partner, and it’s hard for him to watch all these people thirst after you, once you become famous lmao

He loves you and it’s a bit difficult to feel like he has to share you with the rest of the world

Lowkey a bit scared that one day you’ll meet another cool celebrity and decide they’re a better match for you than an octopus

He’ll be okay once you reassure him that you’re not going anywhere

Azul supports you every step of the way, still taking time out of his busy schedule to come see you at your shows or making dinner reservations at his own restaurants

Malleus

Lilia would always speak of you being a great singer but Malleus had never actually heard you sing until the VDC

Immediately fell more in love (if that was even possible)

Your voice and demeanour were so captivating, you were truly lovely in that moment (not that you weren’t always in his mind)

He knows you’ll get offers from companies, he’s so sure of your talent and absolutely wants you to get all the recognition you deserve

He’s happy when your music starts to become more and more famous because people are finally seeing you as wonderfully he does

You deserve to be admired, as long as no one gets too close

No matter how famous you are, you’re still his after all - though few rarely test their luck with you, your boyfriend is Malleus Draconia after all

You’re quick to tell them off, anyway

Being busy with Briar Valley, Malleus doesn’t always have time to come see you in concert

But he does when he can, and he’s sure to make his visit extra special

You definitely become a beloved celebrity of Briar Valley, with all the people loving you as the royal consort, but also because of your talent and music

[greyyson-but-no]

hey guys heres a couple reasons I don't like taylor swift and maybe yous should consider your own opinions on her, no enforcement, just a suggestion

Being a billionaire will never not be bad for the economy (The Eras Tour is expected to make around $2 billion by the end of it so there is no denying her being a billionaire now).

She brands herself as someone that completely build her own fame from nothing - this is not true both her parents were extremely wealthy which meant that she had the ability to fly weekly to NYC to get singing and acting lessons and was working with a talent manager at the age of fourteen. She could not be at the level of fame she is at today if it were not for that but she brands herself as if that is the case. The issue is not with her actually coming from money but that she brands herself as someone that isn't — it creates a fake sense of security for her young fans that believe they can do the same.

She takes the worship she recieves from her fans and (for lake of hetter word) uses it against other artists and communities to attack them through the way she advertises her new music and speaks about them in other songs. This is not me saying that those other artists are perfect either (eg the kanye situation), but instead that this sentiment creates further uneccessary drama which she uses to boost her fame and popularity.

Taylor Swift only speaks up about certainly world issues when it benefits her. She hasn't spoken up about the genocide in Palestine at the moment, it took her 21 years into her career to collaberate with a woman of colour and she is clearly the poster girl for White Feminism. Not only this, but dating Matty Healy of 1975 is proof of that. He is an extremely racist, xenophobic and generally controversial person, and since Taylor once stated "i want to be know by what i love", those same attributes can automatically be associated with her.

The Eras Tour that has been completed so far is only a small amount of her carbon emissions (the first leg of the tour ended with 139 tons of CO2) and that isn't including the equipment being transported and her individual trips to run errands and see her boyfriend three times a week. Her buying carbon credits does nothing, carbon credits will not rid the world of the CO2 she has emitted and in fact only pay governments to 'support the reduce, reuse, recycle' project which we all know is not where that money actually goes. Recently, she flew 30 miles and don't give me the 'its easier and quicker' argument, thats equivalent to a 20 minute drive.

Calling her a lesbian/queer icon is just completely wrong and doesn't work in any circumstance with her. She is openly straight and has never even been open to questioning her sexuality or gender at all. Just because she released 'you need to calm down' during a time of queer peril, doesn't make her a queer icon. In fact, there are many other lesbian artists that are either growing in popularity or have the potential to, and giving that title to her brings down actual queer artists and their opportunities.

"Tortured Poets Department"? Are we even serious at this point? Who exactly here is tortured because its certainly not the white straight billionaire, that's for sure. Having a song that basically says it was okay you dated a racist because you were 'heartbroken' is not okay. To have little digs at Joe and him being depressed using the excuse that he broke your heart is not okay. Using metaphors that link to you being in an insane asylum is not okay. Insane asylums were extremely torturous places to be and there is no moral decision in comparing the music industry to a place with that much terror and injustice.

here I have only spoken about two of her partners in a passing mention, there is much more that I could add to on these subjects but I've decided not to because I don't think they hold the same weight the points I've already made have. this will probably be edited and added to in the future.

I'd like to emphasise this is not me forcing swifties to completely turn on her and hate her and everything she does. all I am doing by posting this information is allowing people to make their own educated decisions on how they go about interacting with taylor swift and her community however they deem fit. personally I have her removed on spotify because that is a decision I have made. my decision.

it wasn't easy for my either. a lot of songs of hers I associated with my grandad who recently passed, which meant having stop listening to her music lead to a big part of mine and his bond was erased, but that is again, a decision that I have made. her negative impact on the world, the music industry at the media is just too much for me to defend. again, I will reiterate that is my opinion and my decision, what you guys decides to do effects me just as little as what I decide effects you.

[kfaem]

Love and Deepspace; when their S/O is a kpop idol

notes: brrr new fandom lets go. also yes i went MIA but hey im not like dead

the boys when MC is an idol :) this is self indulgent. im a zayne girlie but i got carried away with raf lol. im tired so this is unedited, poorly written, no structure, and kinda just rambling

Rafayel:

here me out

he was a fan for the longest time, creating multiple pieces based off of you and your likeness

you and your members go to one of his exhibitions and when you make eye contact he's immediately in love more than he was before

kinda in a weird way

but when you approach him first he's in shock and doesnt know what to do

after the initial talking period and when the relationship starts he acts like his normal self

attends every concert and fan meeting

spends hundreds of dollars on your albums, collecting your photocards and solo posters

brags about being your boyfriend on sns and your manager tries to get him to stop

thomas is so embarrassed everytime your manager reaches out and begs him to calm down cause its a bad image

doesnt care about the reporters, is willing to fight with elites over you and your reputation

he's a simp but is also kinda mean sometimes lol

is jealous when you go live and refuse to respond to him to at least an hour and makes his presence known in your chat

i find the image of the matching outfits, couples goals posts on sns, and articles where he names you his muse to just be so <3333

Xavier

You guys bumped into each other at a convenience store, both reaching for the same bag of chips

both flustered with red cheeks, you let him have it and apologized

awkward

so, so very awkward

both of you are stuck in a awkward, silent encounter and neither of you want to say anything

one of your members comes over to see whats taking you so long and realizes that you're in a standoff with a cute blond and decides to play cupid

it worked

you two end up becoming good friends, and then eventually some sort of situationship

he doesnt want to damage your career and acknowledges that you both dont have time to spend with each other

but still acts as a loving boyfriend, buying your albums, concert tickets, merch, birthday specials etc.

then when you guys go on a snack run, a reporter recognizes you and within the week you're caught up in dating rumours

deciding that you guys couldnt avoid the truth, the situationship turned into a real relationship

doesnt really make a big deal out of your relationship or your popularity. would rather spend your guys' spare time reading together, watching movies, eating good food and relaxing

the media eventually forgets but the fans dont

they love every piece of media that ever gets showed, glimpses of xavier in mirrors, reflections on water, glasses, windows. mentions of a lover in interviews when asked what inspired you

just a loving boyfriend who tries to give you a sense of normalcy outside of the flashing lights

Zayne

Childhood friends

he hates your career and how much soul it has taken from you, but also acknowledges that you love what you do and are willing to risk your health and privacy

zayne is the king of situationship lmao

dates all the time, dinners at small restaurants hiding in booths in the far corners since you both like to be alone, together

your members genuinely dont understand how hes "not your boyfriend"

has lingered on music video shoots, using his title as your personal doctor to not raise any eyebrows

doesnt go out of his way to buy your albums but... if hes at a corner store and sees it, he'll buy it. or two. or three.

keeps one of your photocards and a normal picture of you in his wallet, grayson found it on the floor in his office once after it fell out of his wallet and he could never live it down

the entire hospital staff knows but wouldnt say anything for fear of their life

always sending messages no matter what side of the world youre on. Please remember to eat, drink water, and rest as much as you can. Too much strain on your body can cause long-term side effects.

buys tickets to your concerts, trying to hold back his smile as you glow on the stage while performing in front of your many fans

yeah he gets jealous

wont say it

and you can barely tell

but the chill that fills the room when another idol hugs you and is being overly touchy is so very much obvious and has people rushing to do something else

a reporter approaches him and tries to ask about your dating life. he shuts them up with a glare. the reporter doesnt even dare publishing that article.

your fans have a basic idea of what zayne is to you, but they respect you enough to not make a scene of it.

then one of your members gets drunk on a live and asks about your boyfriend and it comes unravelled

you post a picture with him, captioned with a heart, and its never brought up again

has brought your fans food and drinks whenever they set up cafe events for support

he appreciates everything that your fans do for you and has asked them to take care of you when hes not around

your relationship is never actually made official but yall live together when you arent required to be at the dorms and own like two cats so idk

still the caregiver that we love

[hughiecampbelle]

Baby Roy Becoming A Singer Would Include:

Requested: i know you’ve been having a rough time lately, so get to this whenever you can!!! no worries or rush my dear ❤️❤️ i’ve been thinking about your version of baby!roy and how much i love them, but what if they never joined the waystar company? like the version of baby!roy that lives in my head never joined in & instead became a very sad and angry indie singer who used their music as a way to vent out their anger lol. idk i just think the idea of the youngest roy kid being an edgy little indie singer all the gay teens run to is funny & cute to me - anon

A/N: I know this wasn't a request but omg the more I kept thinking about it, the more I fell in love!!!! I hope you don't mind!!! I love this Baby Roy with my whole entire heart!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Succession Masterlist

You're a classically trained musician. Not just with your voice, but piano, violin, cello, and flute. If you were going to be interested in music, it was going to be Logan's way

He made you play every party, every gala, putting the money he invested to work. It was your party trick. You could play some of the toughest pieces of music with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back, but this wasn't your type of music. You liked it more indie, more grungey and grimey

You had band posters all over your walls, records and CDs and all your storage on your computer filled up by songs. You had a notebook you were constantly writing in for song lyrics

"What a cute diary!"

"Fuck off Rome."

Instead of sneaking out to go to parties or see partners, which you do too, you mostly snuck out to go to concerts. You bought the tickets without anyone knowing, seeing your favorite artists

All your clothes were band shirts from said concerts

You definitely have your hair dyed with tons of piercings, all of them diy just to spite your father. You got into it when you were a young tween and it just escalated from there

"Is that a tongue piercing?"

"Don't say anything, Shiv, please."

You always have your headphones on playing as loud as it can. Your father hates it. He's stopped telling you to take them off during mealtimes, but it used to be one of his biggest triggers

Your fights were brutal. Where Connor tried to disappear and Rome shrank, you only grew more fiery, more stubborn and passionate. Kendall and Shiv knew it would get you into deep trouble. Ever since you were little you'd decided every battle was a good enough one of to pick. It was like having two Logan's in the room

You sing often, all the time. You have a beautiful voice. Logan has even called it angelic, ever since you could sing you have been

But you use to to scream and sing all these horrible songs he would never let you listen to if he had that power. He calls it a waste of talent, you a waste of talent

When you're home alone, the place shakes from the speakers, your music playing so loud. Then you really feel like yourself, like you can belt it out

You start your own band when you're a teenager. You find the equally gifted musicians stunted by their parents and make your own beautiful music

The bands name changes so often, but eventually you find one both catchy and to the point

You have an artist friend make t-shirts for all of you and then a few extra, knowing Connor will proudly show it off

"This is amazing, kiddo. You should be really proud."

You use one of your fathers many garages, moving the car out for practice. It's angry and sad and your drummer wears too much eyeliner and your bassist needs a haircut, but you sound good. Really good

You get the word out at school talent shows and battle of the bands and play at people's parties basically for free. It's all about exposure

You become pretty popular. Everyone knows you for your music, not for your name or blood or even your siblings who went to the same school. It feels good, really good

When you're not practicing in the garage late into the night or playing at parties, you're singing at open mics and trying to get out there

Years you spend lugging your equipment and instruments and playing for a bunch of drunk teenagers/college students. It's what you love, even if Logan outwardly disapproves of it

Finally someone picks up on your sound, someone in the business, and it gets your career started

You get a manager and a record deal and suddenly you have tons of fans. Your social medias have never had so many followers, Connor being the first follower for all of them

Your shows are massive. Your fans love you, adore you, and you're sent in huge amounts of letters and art

You open for some of your favorite artists, artists you've looked up forever

You become a household name under a stage name, though everyone knows you're really a Roy. It can't not come up

As far as Logan's concerned, he only has four children. Because you're not fighting for his affections like the others, you don't really matter to him. Connor tries to make up for it, but it's not the same

When you sign up to go on tour you don't tell them, instead going out one day and not coming back for a few weeks/months. It's not like they'd notice

All of this hurt and anger is just fuel for your career, your songs

It's silly, to still want his approval, but you thought the fame and recognition would spark some sort of respect or love or something, but it doesn't. As far as Logan's concerned, your silly music is just a waste of time. It's a hobby, nothing more

You definitely have a song called Fuck Logan Roy. You have songs dedicated to all your siblings. Fall of Rome. Daddy's Favorite. Big Brother Always Watching. Sister, Sister. Even a few about Tom and Greg, though they don't know it and the titles are awfully mean lol

Connor tries to go to as many of your shows as possible. All your siblings have seen you perform live at one point or another. They all have different reactions

Connor couldn't be prouder. Truly, you are the light of his life, his little pop star

Shiv can understand the anger and hurt, but she doesn't love that you're airing out all their dirty laundry for all your fans to hear

Kendall definitely listens to your songs secretly. You're always blaring through his headphones. Only a Roy would ever understand what it's like to be him, summing up the situation perfectly. No other artist could ever get it more right. He pretends not to know, though

Roman goes once and decides it's too loud, leaving halfway through. He loves you, but he still remains skeptical, that this is one massive phase or tantrum that you'll grow out of. It's one big fuck you to Dad and that's all fun and games, but you'll have to grow up eventually

You don't care what they think. You've got what you've always wanted. It still feels totally surreal. Your fans are the nicest people alive. They're so kind and supportive and v against your father, even when you dedicate shows to him

The song writing and adapting never stops. You're always trying to get out the next best thing

It's never been about money or fame, though those are nice perks. It's about reaching an audience and proving them all wrong. It's not a fantasy, it's not something you should give up on

Going back to those coffee shops and all those nooks and crannies you used to play in, playing for them again, singing for them again

No matter what you do you know you will never have the respect of your father or his peers. The more your siblings fight, the more they become him, the more you lose

I definitely hear them sounding something like ANIMALS by PVRIS / Worms by Ashnikko / Black Sheep by Metric / anything by Grimes all mixed together lol. I only listen to female musicians sorry abt that!!!

[musicalmoritz]

follow up on the last family dynamics what about Meinene, Aoimei and hananene?

Ask and you shall receive

Meinene

• The poster children for old married artsy lesbian moms

• I think they’d have a big family with like 4-5 kids. I could see them being the type of couple to foster too

• They both compete for the status of “Fun Mom” but Mei is winning. She encourages her kids’ creativity by hanging all their drawings on the fridge, no matter how incomprehensible they are. She introduced them to old music artists and enrolls them in a ton of art and sports programs. Some of them don’t really click with anything in particular but most of their kids be up developing a lot of hobbies through her encouragement

• Nene keeps up with Mei by being equally encouraging, she attends every game/recital/show/etc. her kids have. Her strong suits show more with their emotional needs though, she knows exactly how to cheer them up when they’re down. And she adjusts it to fit the needs of each kid, she knows they can’t all be comforted the same way. Contrary to popular belief I think Nene has a decent mom so she has a good example when it comes to parenting

• You better believe they bring signs and become full on cheerleaders at all their kids’ sports games

• They have a very fun home life and close family dynamic. Not close in a suffocating way, they all kinda do their own thing but they’re their to support each other every step of the way

Aoimei

• The type of moms to complain to the school when their kids aren’t immediately placed in the gifted program

• I think they would have two daughters. Family of four and it’s all girls, that sounds like the plot of a really emotional comedy movie

• Aoi would still be strict but Mei would help balance her out. She learns to relax more and veers more into overprotective territory. She’s the one who gives all the lectures but Mei makes funny faces at the girls when she’s trying to be serious which makes Aoi break character and laugh. They have a big garden because keeping flowers in the house upsets Mei’s allergies. You better believe Aoi has the outside of their house looking beautiful tho (I loooove the hc that Aoi runs a flower shop in the future)

• Mei is still the fun mom, but Aoi helps her learn when to be serious. She attempts to lecture the girls but if they look too sad or nervous it will make her cry. Then they end up frantically apologizing to each other. She’s an artist and the inside of their house is full of her work (Aoi decorates the outside, Mei decorates the inside). She’s the type of wife and mother to surprise Aoi and the girls with gifts frequently. And she makes sure the girls stay in good health

• Aoi and Mei have both physically fought people to defend their girls and they will do it again

• Very warm family dynamic, things can get a little tense with Aoi’s stern attitude but overall it’s very lovely. They frequently bond over movie/tv show binges and trips to the park (the sunlight it good for Mei’s health as long as she doesn’t overexert herself)

HanaNene

• In another life…haha…🥲

• They have twins!! A boy and a girl!! • Nene is a successful writer so she works a lot from home. She’s often busy with work tho so there are periods where her kids don’t see her as much, but she still tries to make time for them. Her outgoing personality really shines through as she gets older so she’s sort of the leader in their family…I don’t wanna say girlboss x malewife but that’s the vibe I’m getting. The kids admire her sm and she likes to take them on bonding days to catch up on them if she’s been busy for too long. Her flexible schedule allows her to play housewife sometimes tho so when the kids are younger and before her career really takes off, she sees them way more

• Amane becomes a science teacher (duh). I see the kids as being more reserved like him so he has a bit of a closer bond with them, he’s the one they go to with their emotional needs. That doesn’t mean he’s the favorite parent tho, he’s just able to relate to them a bit more. When they get older they inevitably have him as a teacher and that’s super embarrassing (but ik one of those little losers is excited to see their dad at school every day). He’s not really overprotective but he does keep a first aid kit nearby incase one of the kids gets hurt

• One of the twins is a bit more similar to Amane and the other is more like Tsukasa, just way toned down (think of the Pines family from Gravity Falls)

• They aren’t the most conventional family but they’re extremely happy. Nene invites their friends over a lot so the twins grow up with a safe found family group. And yes, Tsukasa babysits a lot. If he loses one of the kids for an hour or so, Nene and Amane never have to find out

[stratossphere]

jealousy | v.v

ville only has so much patience for talkative men in bars.

warnings: fluff!, fistfight in the beginning, everyone’s a little drunk, suggestive language

word count: 4.3k

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One thing that you ultimately had to accept when you'd started to include yourself in the life that came with Ville’s popularity and the crowd it drew in was that there were always going to be people. No matter how much privacy you battled for, there would always. be. people.

So, tonight was no different. Despite the fact that you were in kind of a shitty bar in the bowels of Philly, you could tell soon after you both arrived that there were going to be some of those people.

Albeit, it wasn't as bad as it could've been, because although you were staying with Bam, you and Ville were out on a half-drunk version of date night, so it was just the two of you. But, despite not being followed around by one of the most famous faces in Pennsylvania, you still had fame painted on your own faces. And people in bars never treated you normally when they recognized your face off of some magazine or movie poster. No, they waited until you were alone and then basically crawled up your ass the first chance they got.

"—then phone called me from downstairs while I was pissing last night just to ask me to give him a condom when he knows mine won't fit him." Ville was in the middle of a lengthy complaining session over Bam's past week discretions against him, and he patted your leg animatedly for emphasis every so often where your feet were resting in his lap across the booth. "You can hear those two screaming at each other all hours of the night down there. It's fucking ridiculous."

"You wanted to visit." You reminded him pointedly, making a face when you noticed that, once again, both of your glasses were empty. "Go get the next round."

"Fuck no. It's your turn." Neither of you wanted to get up, because if you did, people would no doubt come up to the bar while you were trying to order and avoid respecting any personal space in order to talk your ears off. They'd been doing it all night, and every time one of you got up it seemed to be somebody else.

"But I don't want to talk to anyone." You whined, glancing warily in the direction of the bar. You needed to find more low-key places for your very rare date nights. Ville just snorted and shook his head.

"Neither do I. Get me another Heineken." He patted your leg once more before he was shoving your feet out of his lap, signaling that he'd made up his mind about who was getting up. You shot him a venomous look as you stood, waving him away when he reached out to smack your ass with a grin before you were mentally preparing yourself to head up the bar.

Of course, as soon as you reached it, the same guy that had been clearly trying to put himself out there to you was right back at your side. The only reason you’d escaped him the first time was because he'd gotten distracted by one of his friends shoving him from behind.

"Oh, you're back! How's your night going?" He shouted over the music right in your ear as you leaned in to order more drinks, standing way too close as he did so. You barely glanced in his direction as you finished ordering, hellbent on getting him to leave you alone due to the fact that this was the fifth time he'd asked you that same question since you and Ville had arrived. However, that clearly didn't fly, because he cleared his throat loudly and then his hand was on your shoulder. "Hey! How's your night!"

"Still good. Still on a date, since you last asked me." You were kind of getting annoyed, and it was unintentionally apparent in your tone as you finally caved and acknowledged his presence while shrugging out of his touch.

"Come on. You didn't need to bring up the date thing. I'm not trying anything on you." Coming from someone who, clearly, was trying several things on you. "I just wanted to see how you were doing. You don't look like you're having much fun."

"It's because I have resting bitch face! I am having a good time!" You admitted, motioning to the mostly-dead look that often plagued your features. Admittedly, his pestering wasn't making that look any better, but still. He laughed loudly.

"Hey. I'm not trying to be a douche. I'm just saying that girls like you should smile more." Girls like you. Wow. That was really a winning line right there. And, to add onto it, he decided to reach his hand out and rub it down your arm. You moved away slightly.

"My boyfriend makes me smile all the time. Guess you just have to be funny to pull it out of me." You made a point to direct his gaze right over to where Ville was sitting, and in that moment you noticed that said boyfriend had completely turned to face the bar and was scowling in your direction. The man next to you must've been drunk enough to where your subtle insult rolled over his head, because he just shrugged.

"He doesn't look like he's having a good time, either. Maybe you're just not right for each other." Ah, blind advice from strangers who wanted to get in your pants. The most eye-opening, if you did say so yourself. You laughed at that, and his eyes just went serious. "See? Now you're smiling. I make people laugh instead of brooding in dark corners and giving women dirty looks."

"No, I'm laughing at the fact that you think you know whether or not we're right for each other. You're just some guy in a shitty Pennsylvania bar." You were really wishing that the bartender would hurry up with your drinks, because it seemed like with every word he spoke this guy got closer, and you were getting really sick of being nice. Especially because, despite how many times you moved away, his hand found its way back onto you somehow.

"Ditch him for the night and come up here and sit with me. Let me show you what you're missing out on." Just as he gave out his ridiculous offer, his hand reached out, sliding to grip your hip so that his palm was touching the bare skin above your belt line. Okay. Now you were fucking done.

You made a face at the touching, which he clearly saw, but before you could even move or speak, his hand was being ripped off of you, and then it was in a death grip as a familiar tattooed arm came into your peripheral view. Thank fucking god.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, cunt." Ville had clearly had enough of watching from where he’d been sitting, and the look in his eyes told you that your night at the bar probably wasn't going to end on a smooth note. As if you cared.

"Chill, dude. Your girl is the one being a bitch." Mind you, this guy was 5'7 at best, and Ville, who was right in his face staring with the guy's wrist twisted in his grasp, completely dwarfed him in appearance. It was actually kind of funny, ignoring the circumstances.

"What? Because I wouldn't flirt with your ugly fucking ass?" You spat, wishing that your drinks had been delivered by that point so you could've poured your beer right down his stained Guns n Roses t-shirt. Fucking prick. Ville held you back where you were trying to get around him and throw something else (preferably your fist) at him instead, but god be damned if you weren’t pushing.

"Oh, believe me. It wouldn't have taken much more to get you to go bend over in the bathroom." And that was the final straw. Before the words were even fully out of his mouth, Ville let out a sound of disbelief, reached forward to grab the guy by his hair, and then proceeded to spit right in his face before throwing a right hook that hit the guy dead center in his nose with the metal of Ville's rings.

And then all hell broke loose.

As soon as the guy registered that Ville had just basically destroyed his nose, he started screaming and throwing his hands out wildly, only to be shut right up when Ville threw a second punch that connected with his mouth. Then people were trying to pull Ville back, you were getting shoved out of the way, and everyone was shouting at each other.

So, as a result, your date night was quickly cut short in the same way it usually was. The both of you got kicked out. But, for once, you weren’t even mad.

"I can't believe you did that. That was so fucking hot." You gushed as you followed Ville out into the street, basically being yanked along by his tight grip on your upper arm that hadn't ceased since he'd first grabbed you to prevent you from being shoved back away from him.

"It was not hot. Why does it always have to get to the point where we get kicked out in order for us to enjoy our night?" Ville grumbled, finally easing his grip on you once you were far enough from the bar to where you wouldn't get in trouble for hanging around. You felt a light smirk tugging at your lips when you got a look at his reddened knuckles that still had flecks of blood on them.

"Are you actually that mad about it?" You were a little surprised. Usually it took Ville a lot to get beyond the 'slightly irritated' level of his anger. Sure, sometimes he got really drunk and just started getting into fights for the hell of it, but to see him throwing genuine punches was very rare.

"His hands were all fucking over you, Y/n. Of course I'm fucking mad." He snapped, glaring at the bar as if he thought that if his dirty look was harsh enough, it would kill the guy still inside. You smiled and took his hand in yours, swinging it back and forth languidly as you both walked.

"So...you punched him because you were jealous." You concurred, giving him your best shit-eating grin as he glanced down at you with a dirty look at your words. You then leaned your head against his shoulder and let out an over-dramatic, pleased sigh. "You're so romantic."

"Will you shut up? I wasn't jealous, I was defending you because he was basically calling you a whore." He rephrased, shrugging you off of his shoulder because you were annoying him. You raised your eyebrows at him telling you to shut up, yanking on his arm just slightly when he pushed you away just to see that irritated look again.

"A lot of people have called me a whore before. Maybe it just means I am one." You were just playing for a reaction, and you knew you were going to get one. You saw his look change into one that suggested he was about to delve into a lecture, and you tried to keep your laughing to yourself as you quickly shot to talk over him so that he couldn't yell at you for poking. "You look so hot when you fight, you know that?"

"Yeah? Is that why you let yourself get groped a million times before I did something?" Sometimes it was unfortunate that Ville had such a high tolerance to alcohol, because where you were in your five-beers-deep giggly stage, he was still completely, irritably sober. You groaned.

"Babe. The last time I did something, you chewed me out for like, half an hour." And that was as a result of a long list of other times you’d done something. Or were just being an idiot in public. Either one worked. "Tonight was a patience exercise."

"Maybe you just shouldn't pick bars for dates anymore." Ville muttered, giving you a knowing look as he no-doubt recalled several different instances of drunken escapades going violent. You liked to have real fun, okay?

"But you're so fun to drink with. Candlelit dinners are stupid." You complained, ducking under his arm where he was still holding your hand so that he was forced to wrap it around you whether he liked it or not. He chuckled at that, which made you feel a little bit better about everything.

"I fucking love you." He lifted his hand from your shoulder to cup your head and pull you in so that he could kiss the top of your hair before shaking his head in amusement. "The only girl in history who chooses getting groped in a dirty bar over a romantic, candlelit dinner."

"Are you saying I'm not romantic enough?" You scoffed, pulling away from him slightly so that you could put on your best show of looking offended. He shrugged, letting go of you as you pulled further away.

"I didn't say anything." There was a playful smirk on his face, and you shook your head in disbelief as you walked backwards so that you could be in front of him whilst actually looking at him. There was no way Ville Valo himself, who was infamous for going on about how he didn't like stereotypical romantic acts, was telling you that you weren’t romantic enough.

"Some of us can't write songs. Or draw. Or play instruments." You complained, listing off all of his romantic advantages against you. He already had all the good hobbies for a job, and all you could do was tell him how handsome he was and bring him to bed when he passed out drunk on the floor.

"Those aren't romance. Those are my profession." Ville pointed out very obviously, slowing down slightly so he wouldn't walk right into you due to the fact that you weren’t tall enough to keep his fast pace (especially backwards). "There's romance in beauty and the feelings it produces."

"What does that even mean?" Sometimes he was a little too poetic for your understanding. Also, sometimes he had a habit of quoting lyrics to songs that no one had ever heard and that you definitely weren't going to catch. "Talk normally or you're going to give me a migraine."

"It means that I feel fulfilled when it comes to romance because of how I feel by just being with you. Love and romance are an experience, not just a feeling that you're supposed to conjure up on your own through stupid gestures." That still didn't qualify as talking normally, but you didn't even care because of how (goddammit!) romantic it was. "Stop walking backwards or else you're going to trip, love."

You stopped walking completely then, because his words had left you effectively speechless, and he seemed completely confused by the fact. He stopped too, and then you both were just standing face-to-face, you looking like a love-drunk (and regular drunk) idiot and him looking slightly inconvenienced.

"No stopping. We're going somewhere." He clearly didn't want to acknowledge the weight of his words, because he took your hand and pulled you right along, not giving you the chance to kiss him ten times in a row like you wanted to as you resumed your path. You weren’t quite sure exactly where you were going, because you’d been diverting down side streets for a while and were nearing the forest that Bam had grown up playing in, but you weren’t exactly about to argue. He was mostly sober, and you didn't have anywhere to be in the morning.

It took a little while of Ville muttering under his breath and backtracking every-so-often, but eventually you got to what you determined to be your destination, which you were pleasantly surprised to determine was one of the fishing docks in front of the lake to the left of the forest.

"Here. Now you can act like a drunk bastard and no one will put you under house arrest." Ville announced as he led you onto the dock, his boots kicking up flecks of wet leaves and splinters as you walked across the wood. You laughed, and then gasped in excitement when he opened his jacket and pulled out a full bottle of Jäegermeister. Romantic in a completely different sense of the word.

"No fucking way! Where did you get this?" You accepted the bottle eagerly, dropping down once you got to a certain point on the dock and then motioning for him to do the same. He came down next to you, reaching out to open the bottle for you before you could even ask.

"They had it out on the bartop when they were telling you we had to leave. Thought we deserved it considering that bar was a shithole." He said casually as he watched you take a small drink. Sure, you were away from the public, but getting ridiculously plastered right next to a lake when you had a habit of getting a little unsteady on your feet under the influence of alcohol probably wasn't the best idea.

"Y/n Valo has a good ring to it, doesn't it?" You joked, wiggling your eyebrows at him as you handed the bottle over so that he could take a drink. A wide grin broke out on his face at that, and he chuckled and shook his head as he took a much longer swig than you.

"It does. If you say it the right way." He then proceeded to pronounce ‘Y/n Y/m/n Valo’ in the thickest Finnish accent he could muster, his tongue rolling almost every single syllable as he spoke. You made a face, because he knew just as well as you did how infamously terrible you were at pronouncing words the same way he did (besides his name, which came naturally at this point).

"Yeah, whatever. I'll just get your name tattooed on me or something." You grumbled, leaning against his shoulder and then dropping your head to rest on top of it. You then grabbed his hand, twisting one of the ten rings on his fingers around slightly. "When we get married someday, you're not allowed to wear these."

"What? Why not?" He sounded genuinely offended by your rule. You snorted, because you really didn't know why he was so obsessed with that many rings (they had their own carrying case, for fuck's sake), before pulling the ring up his finger slightly to reveal the rings of dirt that were left behind.

"Because they're disgusting." You pointed to your evidence, and he snickered at his own lack of hand washing. To his credit, he'd been out doing god-knows-what with Bam and Brandon Novak for most of the afternoon, but still. "You know, I'm going to stop letting you put your fingers in me if this is how your hands look all the time."

"I can eat pussy with no hands." His tone was so sly, you couldn't help but giggle like an idiot at his words. Jaeger really brought out the honesty in him. "One time I forget to wash my hands, and now you're calling me grimy."

"Believe me. You've been grimy before this." He wasn't the one who had been on the receiving end of the world's sweatiest hugs after he'd been up on stage in the hot sun for two and a half hours. There'd also been multiple times where you’d showed up to spend a few days with him while he was on tour and his hair had been cooking under a beanie for about five days. Not pleasant to touch.

"Fine. Here." He suddenly began to pull all of the rings from his fingers, pulling your hand open before dropping each one in your palm until you had a pile of ten and then leaning over to stick both of his hands into the lake next to you. You watched with silent laughter as he scrubbed his hands together in the water, splashing everywhere in the process and being super loud while he grumbled to himself the entire time.

Once he was apparently satisfied with the level of 'cleanliness' achieved by the lake water, he pulled his hands back out, using his jeans as a towel before he then presented ten cleaner-looking fingers to you.

"Is this acceptable?" The level of snark in his tone made you roll your eyes, but you nodded nevertheless before pocketing his filthy rings and zipping your jacket pocket closed so that he couldn't slip them right back on.

"Beautiful." Then, to stop him from pouting, you reached out and wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him towards you so that you could press a purposely-wet kiss right to his cheek. Then another. Then another. "You know, the guy at the bar said that you look like you brood in dark corners and give women dirty looks. I'm starting to think he was right."

"The 'guy at the bar' can suck my fucking ass. I hope his nose is broken." Ville spat as soon as you mentioned it, the jealousy he'd clearly acted on in the bar soaking right back into his voice as if it had never left. "You know what he looked like? The type of asshole who refuses to eat you out and says he'd rather just watch you finish yourself off."

Oh yeah. The Jaeger was definitely starting to kick in. Once Ville had consumed a certain amount of hard liquor, he was never a good person to have anywhere near polite company for fear of whatever derogatory thing (which came loudly and often) was going to come out of his mouth.

"Point to you." You rolled your eyes at his dramatic response, pressing another kiss to his cheek before taking your arm away so that he didn't have to bend down at an awkward angle. He also finally handed back the bottle after having hogged it this entire time so that he could pull his cigarette pack out of his jacket pocket. "Alright. No more carpet-munching talk. You're ruining our romantic date."

"My apologies, darling." He said very seriously as he lit his cigarette, smoke puffing out through his nose as he took a long drag. If he hadn't been in such a no-nonsense mood, you would've told him how handsome he looked when he smoked at night. Upon reciting the words in your head, however, you jumped at the realization that those words sounded perfectly romantic. Win!

"You look so handsome when you smoke in the moonlight." That was a winning line if you’d ever heard one. You were grinning like an idiot when you said it, and he just laughed when he saw the look on your face. After a pause, he suddenly started to sing.

"What a beautiful sight, in the moonlight. The way you're looking at me with your loving eyes, you let me know that for all my life, you would always be my only girl." There he went singing songs no one had ever heard of again. And in a southern accent, to put the cherry on top. He seemed to be able to immediately tell that you had no idea what he was talking about, and he sighed. "In Another World by Joe Diffie. Mige heard it in a bar in Texas one time and then played it all the time for like, a month straight."

"You're ridiculous." You then made a point to look directly at his lips, because you weren’t going to be taken out to a secluded dock where no one was around without doing a little making out while you were alone. He clearly noticed your cue, because his lips immediately curled into a smirk.

"And you're beautiful." And then he was closing the space between you, starting the kiss out softly and then not-so-slowly deepening it as his cold hand cupped your cheek with his cigarette still burning between his fingers. You were completely enveloped in his smell, both from his cologne and his cigarette smoke, and you let out a small whimper into the kiss.

You knew you obviously weren't going to fuck on a random dock in front of some random lake, but you couldn't help yourself out of slowly shifting into his lap, the urge to touch him overpowering your common sense, which had already been weakened by alcohol. He obviously didn't mind, and slid his hand under your jacket and shirt to press his palm into your lower back so that your chests were completely together as his tongue slid against yours.

"The next time some piece of shit starts flirting with you at the bar and they so much as lay a finger on you, I will bend you over and fuck you right then and there in front of them." After a few minutes Ville broke away, and as he mumbled those words against your lips, you felt a deep jolt of arousal shoot through several parts of your body. You shivered in his arms, quickly making a decision right then and there.

"Let's go back. I want you." You whined, fighting the urge to press your thighs together. Ville's voice already made you generally pretty horny, but adding a lot of booze and his possessiveness to the mix was ruining your underwear. He leaned in to kiss and then suck gently at the sweet spot just under your ear, humming in satisfaction when you let out a breathy moan at the feeling.

"Whatever you want, my love. I'll put all this pussy-eating talk to good use when we get there."

[katnisspeetaprim]

AiB You Are An Idol

You Were an Idol

Before the borderlands happened you were a famous idol, constantly gaining popularity over time. You got a lot of stares from people in games and at the beach since they obviously recognised you which you could honestly do without. Its life and death in the borderlands so you wished that they would honestly just get over themselves.

Because of the constant attention from people you’d rather not have, this caused you to gravitate more towards the people who seemingly didn’t recognise you, or just simply didn’t care enough to bring it up.

Kuina

When you told Kuina about what you did before this her reaction was to be expected.

‘Ah really?! That’s so cool but your a terrible friend for not telling me sooner!’ She was pouting for a while after that.

In the end she would want to know everything about your career, like the supportive friend she is, and you happily tell her.

‘I expect special treatment and access to all your perks when we get back by the way.’ She wouldn’t let you off easy knowing that you could basically get whatever you wanted.

Chishiya

‘I’m not surprised. It fits you well now that I think about it.’ He chuckled to himself, thinking about you prancing around a stage. A stark contrast to how you had been in this world.

He wasn’t interested in that kind of thing if he was completely honest however, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious about what kind of music you made, and would be looking you up the first chance he got.

Niragi

You had never told Niragi about being famous, mainly because you don’t associate or hang around with the guy, so naturally he found out through the grape vine.

He became fascinated by you, having never been with anyone famous before. He would make it his mission to engage with you at every opportunity, he wouldn’t be subtle about his intentions either.

He would most definitely hate your music if he actually heard it though by the way.

Arisu

Lowkey already knows who you are, maybe he had a poster or two of you on his walls at some point.

He would have first seen you at the beach and was gobsmacked. He wanted to come up to you but was afraid of bothering you so he kept his distance.

It was you who approached him in the end, you had noticed the guy trying not to make eye contact with you a few times now and thought that he was cute.

Arisu was a stuttering mess when you asked him if he wanted to grab a drink at the bar with you, but with a gentle nudge from his friend Usagi he was agreeing to your request.

‘I’d love to! I’m a big fan by the way, I don’t know if you could tell...’

Usagi

She also already knew who you were but she wasn’t bothered by it after all, in the borderlands everybody was in the exact same position.

‘Doesn’t it bother you? Constantly being in the public eye?’ She would ask you with a curious gaze. Most of her experience of being publically known had been negative after and just before her fathers death, so she couldn’t understand why someone would put themselves in that situation willingly.

You took the time to to explain how much you loved your career and how hard you worked to get

 to the position you were in now. Usagi still didn’t get wanting to be in the spotlight but she understood you better once you explained to her.

Kyuma

You and Kyuma had met before the borderlands, maybe you had both been performing at the same venue at one point.

You would have met again in his game for the King of Clubs. It would be a shock to both of you to see each other in this situation but were happy to see a familiar face, that was until Kyuma started to explain the game  to your group.

You wished you could have met again under different circumstances.

Banda

Of course he knows who you are in fact, you had been on his radar for quite a while now, not even because of your music he was just... obsessed with you.

You would meet officially in the Jack of Hearts game where he would constantly be watching you from across the room.

His stares made you feel uneasy but you would be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued by the guy.

Banda would make sure that you survived this game so he could have you to himself later.

[ilovepotatoesandtomatoes]

𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖊 𝕷𝖔𝖈𝖐 𝕸𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖚𝖕 : ̗̀➛ @darthvada

I pair you with... *drumroll*

*ੈ✩‧₊˚𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓜𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓻𝓾!!!ੈ✩‧₊˚

Song to describe your relationship:

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ Heart Attack (츄) by Chuu ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

ꕥ Bachira strikes me as the type of person who likes talking but also enjoys listening so he's the best of both worlds!

ꕥ His mother is a painter aka a very creative women and I see that quality reflected in Bachira. He might not plan the best dates but they sure are creative-

ꕥ Part of your type was a kind person who was willing to open up. Bachira has no problem expressing his emotions and as we see in the anime treats everyone kindly (unless given a reason not to)

ꕥ He loves and I mean LOVES when you attend his games. It makes him so happy that the person he loves is watching him and that's when he starts to do extra fancy stuff to impress you lol

ꕥ Goes to all, ALL of your performances. ALL! And if he can't make it then he gets really sad. (showing him a recording of the performance or sing for him and he'll feel better lol)

ꕥ You love music! He also loves music! He dragged you to a karaoke (w/ consent) he wanted to sing with you. You were singing your favorite song sounding like an * 🎀 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩 🎀 *and Bachira was over on the side "singing" like 👹 👺😀 All that matters is that you guys had a lot of fun :D

ꕥ Because Bachira was essentially bullied as a kid, he's probably conscience of what he says and how it makes people feel. In the heat of the moment he may say something that sounds rude without malicious intent and he will pause for a moment and immediately apologize. He's very open minded so if you think something you do is weird, don't. He's probably weirder :)

ꕥ If someone oversteps a boundary and says something borderline rude he can peacefully hint at them not to be a bitc- I mean to be a kinder person 🥰

ꕥ See someone who bullied you in public? They try to say something other than an apology? He scared them away. You won't have to deal with them anymore. Would throw hands. You have to hold his hand or smth so he doesn't commit a felony.

ꕥ You're in theater so I'm assuming that you like musicals. I think Bachira knows a little bit of popular songs from Ride the Cyclone, probably watched Hamilton with his mom. Other than that he doesn't know a lot. He would love to learn more if you're willing to teach him and if you have a favorite musical he buys tickets for your anniversary!

ꕥ Your school doing a Romeo and Juliet? Asks if you want to be Juliet so that he can be Romeo. Or same thing with a different play.

ꕥ First time he went to see you perform he may or may not have brought a giant poster with your name on it and held it up when you were on stage. You may or may not have had to tell him not to bring signs anymore because he was blocking the audience's view.

ꕥ You like playing games? Bachira is a fortnight kid (this is cannon no one can change my mind-) even if he didn't play fortnight he learned the dances. Was obsessed with soccer so didn't play many as a kid but will learn how to play all of your favorite ones with you. Will stay up all night playing video games or board games just for you. <3 You guys build a house in Minecraft together. And he sets it on fire. It gets destroyed. Bye bye house 😔

"Bachira what did you do how did this happen?!"

"Hehehehehehehe...he...he...honestly idk."

Something like that would probably happen.

ꕥ If you and Bachira do a self care night together that would be so cute <3 If you guys do face masks with the cucumbers he eats all of the cucumbers and takes off the face mask too early 💀 If you have long hair or hair long enough to be braided he braids your hair. Does it look like a braid? No absolutely not but it's cute sooooo

ꕥ He enjoys receiving hugs from you and if he sees you in the hallways (or anywhere really) he'll run up to you and basically tackle you. If you're someone who is not a big fan of physical affection then you'll have to tell him because this man wants to hold your hand 24/7

ꕥ Definitely tried to teach you a little bit of soccer. He doesn't care if you're good or not he just wants to share the things he loves with the people he loves.

ꕥ He confessed first. He was nervous that you would reject him because he got bullied for being weird as a kid. Asked you teach him like two cords on the piano and he "sang a song about his feelings" to you on the piano. With two cords. Yippee!

ꕥ Wants to play among us with you to troll random people by saying they're sus and voting them out.

ꕥ He likes cuddles and enjoys listening to you sing

ꕥ Introduced you to his friends but don't pay too much attention to them or he will get jealous (I don't know how to word it without it sounding cringe 💀) Was really excited for you guys to meet each other especially his bff Isagi 🫶 You said you liked making friends Bachira does too. You guys can become like a social butterfly couple and meet a ton of new people. You said you get anxious too and Bachira is an easy going person so dw he will always be there to help.

ꕥ This bundle of sunshine is happy as long as your happy and loves listening to things you're passionate about

ꕥ Gave you a bunch of random nicknames based off of your name, things you like, things you remind him of, etc

ꕥ Your relationship is like the golden standard for couples because your and Bachira's energies complement each other so well

Note: First request yippee! I had a lot of fun writing this and at first it took me a moment to pair you with someone but then I thought about and it came to me *snap* ☆Bachira☆

If I got any information from your request wrong or you want something changed lmk and I'll fix it ASAP. Have a nice day!

[minaramen]

Thanks for the 7th Anniversary - Part 4:  And it’s just the start!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7  

*Cut to a classroom. Haruka is a kindergarten school student, Tamaki is a superhero and Iori is a doctor*

Haruka&Tamaki&Iori:.....

Iori: Let’s do a final check

Tamaki: Yeah

Haruka: Okay

Iori: Our class’ project is a stamp rally

Iori: Visitors are supposed to find the cosplayers around the school, recite a keyword and get a stamp

Iori: The form they're given comes with both the required keywords and the stamp card itself

Iori: My keyword is “Doctor, my heart is in pain”

Tamaki: Mine is “We’ve met here for the hundredth year!”

Haruka: Mine is…. “Let’s play~”

Haruka&Tamaki&Iori:.......

Haruka:....whose idea was that…

Tamaki: It suits you, Isumin. It’s super cute

Iori: You must be hot in those long sleeves.

Haruka: They will definitely laugh at me!!

Tamaki: Let them laugh, then. It’ll rattle their abdominal muscles

Haruka: Is it a win-win situation, then?

Tamaki: Nyan. Transformation!

Haruka: Ahah, what’s that? What a hilarious pose!

Tamaki: See, that's a gag

Iori: It’s somehow cute…

Haruka: I’ll give them a laugh as well, then. Do you know any funny jokes I could tell?

Tamaki: You could yell “Babu!!” You don’t want to miss the opportunity to say “babubabu!”  with confidence, right?

Haruka: Yes

Iori: Is saying “babubabu” with confidence an essential opportunity in life?

Tamaki: What’s your gag, Iori?

Iori: I don’t have one. Do yours again, Yotsuba san

Tamaki: Nyan. Transformation!

Iori: Fufu

Haruka: Do you like these kinds of things, Izumi?

Iori: Ahem. Let’s do our best with the role we got until the end of our turns. That’s all. Dismissed!

Haruka&Tamaki: Yeah!

*Cut to a street*

Aya: It’s a bit further, Kujo san!

Takamasa: There are posters even on the street. About the Seventh Nanahoshi School Festival

Aya: Tamaki nii chan, Haru chan and Iori san are in the same class. I wonder what they’re planning to do

Takamasa: They didn't tell you?

Aya: Haru chan said it’s embarrassing. He refused to tell me

Aya: Do you have any memories regarding a school festival, Kujo san?

Takamasa: Maybe, that time I sang in an impromptu band. The school’s popular music band asked me to

Aya: Must be on the first page of your teenage memories! I would have loved to see Kujo san singing in an impromptu band!

Takamasa: I was such a bad MC, everybody’s enthusiasm dampened more and more, it was like rolling down a hill

Aya: If I had been there, be sure that I would have started a mosh pit to get everyone excited!

Takamasa: Ahah. If I had found you back then, I would have pulled you on to the stage from the audience

Aya: Wonderful!! It feels like a movie…!!

Takamasa: There are people who have a natural inclination to be players. The power to become a star…

Takamasa: Haruki wanted to stay behind the scenes, and it was the very same for me. People like Tenn, and you….and Haruka. You’re wonderful

Aya: Kujo san…

Takamasa:... Zero too. Zero was also wonderful

Receptionist: I’m sorry, you can’t enter the place without an invitation

Aya: Ah, it seems like there’s a quarrel going on at the reception. Maybe they lost the invitation

Takamasa: …I know that person

Aya: Mh?

Takamasa: Aya, go ahead. We’ll meet back later

Aya: G-got it!

Aya: Mmh…where are Tamaki nii chan and the others?

Aya: The class over there is holding a competition where you can win a handy mixer

Aya: I wanted a new one so…maybe I should challenge myself?

Aya:...yes, I think I will!

*Cut to a classroom*

Riku: I received the stamp rally’s form

Sogo: Me too

Riku: I hope we can find Iori and Tamaki. Do you know what kind of costume they’re supposed to wear?

Sogo: I don’t. Maybe they’re embarrassed…?

Riku: If it’s something embarrassing, I want to see them even more!

Sogo: Me too!

Riku: Ah! That guy looks like Iori, doesn’t he?!

Sogo: Yes! Do you want to try talking to him, Riku kun?

Riku: Greeting him like usual wouldn’t be any fun. Let’s pretend to be classmates!

Riku: Iori kun!

Iori: Yes

Riku: I knew it! It’s you! Did I give you the impression I was a classmate of yours?

Iori: Not at all. You know, Nanase san, I can recognize your voice

Riku: What kind of cosplay…are you a doctor?

Sogo: You look so good, Iori kun! The white coat suits you

Iori: Thank you

Riku: What a cool doctor…! You look so handsome, Iori!

Iori: A-ah..really?

Riku: Yes…

Sogo: It may be because you used to be sick when you were a kid, Riku kun

Sogo: I bet you have a feeling of gratitude toward doctors. So everytime you spot a white coat you naturally trust and esteem who’s wearing it

Riku: Maybe….

Sogo: It’s the same for me everytime I see a rocker. Since I admired my uncle so much, my heart unconditionally starts beating faster and faster

Iori: I’d like to run a test. I’m changing clothes

Riku: What?

*Iori comes back wearing his school uniform*

Iori: Done

Sogo: As expected, you went for an outfit which was easy to put on and take off

Iori: Nanase san, please take good care of yourself

Riku: You don’t need to tell me!

Iori:...I’m changing back

Sogo: I'll help you

*Iori wears his white coat again*

Iori: Done

Iori: Nanase san, please take good care of yourself

Riku: I will!

Iori: Are you for real?! Does your attitude really change that much just because of cosplay?!

Riku: You’re so handsome, Iori! You look very reliable!

Iori: It’s extremely effective, then. I shall always keep a white coat ready…

Sogo: It probably makes him feel comforted, but maybe you should try with a Kujo san costume as well…

Iori: Osaka san, that would be a total defeat for me. I’m afraid I have to refuse

Sogo: I see. That’s too bad

Riku: Tell me to take care of myself

Iori: Take care of yourself

Riku: Waah! He told me to take care of myself!

Sogo: I’m happy for you, Riku kun!

Iori: It even became some kind of pseudo-fanservice!

Riku: Ah, I almost forgot! “Doctor, my heart is in pain”

Sogo: Ah, me too! “Doctor, my heart is in pain”

Iori: You can get your stamps. Here you go

Riku: Hooray!

Sogo: And we got one. Do you know where Tamaki kun is?

Iori: I think you can find him in the school east area

Riku: It’s a hint! Thank you so much, doctor!

Iori: Take good care of yourself

*Cut to a hallway*

Haruka *thinking*: Okay, let’s get into it. If they come, I’ll definitely make them laugh

Student: Waah…! The three guys over there…aren't they Zool??

Student: Oh, you’re right, you’re right! They’re so handsome! I can’t believe it! Zool is in our school as well!!

Minami: Where is Isumi san?

Touma: He should be somewhere around here…

Torao: Ah, over there…?

Haruka:....tsk, they came… okay, then! I’ll give them a good laugh!

Haruka: Babuuuu!! Chu you wanchu your stamp?

Minami&Touma&Torao:...........

Torao: Yo, Haru

Torao: Today’s festival is a success

Minami: Thank you so much for the invitation

Haruka: Ehm…wait, what…? Don’t get over it so quick…

Touma: Have you already had lunch?

Haruka: Instead of talking about lunch, look at my costume…! You don’t have anything to say..?

Torao: Mh? Not really

Haruka: What?! Didn’t you hear me saying “babuuu”??

Minami: It naturally blended in

Haruka: And it makes me a naturally talented artist, right??

Touma: Right, right! We came here, now give us the stamp!

Haruka: Say the keyword, then

Minami&Touma&Torao: Let’s play!

Haruka: One, two, three…here you go 

Minami: Thank you so much

Torao: Ah, the stamps are also very well done

Touma: So good we’re collecting them!

Haruka: You guys are the only ones putting all your effort into collecting stamps without having a single laugh at the costumes…

Touma: Really?

Torao:...mh…fufu…

Haruka: Ah, Torao!! Don’t look away! Look at me!

Torao: No, it’s just…The diagonal discontinuance on the right side of the ceiling up there is pretty interesting, isn’t it?

Haruka: Don’t talk rubbish! It’s just that you know you’ll end up laughing if you look at me! Laugh! Babuuuu!

Torao: I can’t, I can’t, I just can’t…! I need to focus on the ceiling…!

Haruka: Hey, look at me! I’ll show you my patch!

Minami: Midou san, run!

Torao:....g-got it…!

*Torao runs away*

Minami: Nice dash

Haruka: Are you guys for real?!

Touma: Speaking of which, you may be wondering where Utsugi san is! I shall explain the whole situation, then…

Haruka: Why are you so descriptive today, Touma? Could it be that you're panicking?

Touma: No, no

Haruka: You’re really suspichus

Touma:...fu…I can’t…hold it…

Minami: Run!

Touma: Got it!

*Touma runs away*

Minami: Nice dash

Haruka: He also ran away! I can’t believe it…!

Minami: Isumi san

Haruka: What?

Minami: I’m the last one

Haruka: Yes, this much I know, thanks! What are you doing, some kind of challenge?!

Music magazine journalist: Ah…! Isumi san, Natsume san!

Minami: You are…

Haruka: The journalist we met at Red Fes! 

*Cut to a stage*

Moderator student: Welcome to the big mimicry competition of Nanahoshi festival!

Students: Woooh!

Moderator student: Let’s get started! Please, come in!

Yamato lookalike student: Entry number one! I mimic Nikaido Yamato from Idolish7!

Students: Wooooh!

Yamato lookalike student: You wanna play some bad games with your favorite onii san?

Students: Wooooh!

Moderator student: You really look like him! Ah, the music suddenly changed? Maybe…!?

Yamato: I’m Nikaido Yamato from Idolish7

Students: Woooh!

Moderator student: The real one just came out!

Yamato lookalike student: T-the real one…! Now I feel kinda sorry…

Yamato: Nah, you did a good job. You got my peculiarities pretty well

Students: Wooooh!

Yamato lookalike student: Wah! I’m happy…! Thank you!

Yamato: Do your best with today’s activities

Yamato lookalike student: Yes! I will!

Moderator student: Thank you! Here’s our next entry…!

Nagi lookalike student: Entry number two! I mimic Rokuya Nagi from Idolish7!

Students: Woooh!

Nagi lookalike student:  Hi, girls! Do you want to be my princesses?

Students: Woooh!

Moderator student: You also look like him! Ah, the music changed again..! Could it be…?

Nagi: Hi! I’m Rokuya Nagi from Idolish7

Students: Woooh!

Moderator student: The real deals keep coming out! 

Nagi lookalike student: Waah, Nagi kun! So cool…! Aah, I really did the mimicking in front of the real one…!

Nagi: Oh! It was a wonderful show! Shall we say goodbye together? 

Nagi lookalike student: Yes! Of course!

Nagi: Ready….?

Nagi and Nagi lookalike student: Bye bye!

Students: Woooooh!

Moderator student: Thank you so much! Let’s go to the next entry!

Iori lookalike student: Entry number three! I mimic Izumi Iori from Idolish7!

Students: Wooooh!

Iori lookalike student: When you talk about a perfect student, you’re obviously referring to me 

Students: Woooh!

Moderator student: Touche! You also did an amazing job! Aah, the music changed again! Is the real person, again…?

Mitsuki: Hello!

Moderator student: It's Izumi’s brother, Mitsuki san!

Students: Woooh!

Iori lookalike student:  Wah, it’s Mikki! What a cute nii san! So cool…!

Mitsuki: I’m not your nii san, tough! Ahah, but thank you!

Students: Woooh!

Iori lookalike student: How was it? Did I look like Izumi? Izumi gave me a D for it!

Mitsuki: Yeah, you looked pretty much like him! However, Iori is cuter

Students: Wooh!

Iori lookalike student: I’m happy to meet you! Can I shake your hand?

Mitsuki: Yeah! Take care of Iori, okay?

Moderator student: Thank you so much! The next person is a last-minute guest!

Aya: Entry number four! I mimic Kokona from Mahou Shoujo Magical Kokona!

Students: Woooh!

Aya: Mahou Shoujo ☆ Magical Kokona! Magical Kokona, lovely Kokona! If you stay close to me, I gain infinite power!

Nagi: Yes!! The opening! That’s amazing! We love Magical Kokona!

Mitsuki: Aya chan is so cute! She really looks like Kokona

Yamato: You’re getting pretty excited, aren’t you?

Aya: Eheh…I aim for victory!

Nagi&Yamato&Mitsuki&Students: Wooooh!

Mr Shimooka: Oh, she ignited the atmosphere…!

Mitsuki: Mister Shimooka san! You’re joining the event as well?

Mr Shimooka: I was asked to come by Tamaki kun and the others. Also, I heard that Matsunaga kun’s son is working hard in the executive committee 

Mr Shimooka: Please, help yourself. Have it together, okay?

Nagi: Oh, this is…?

Mr Shimooka: Dokidoki russian roulette tapioca!

Nagi&Yamato&Mitsuki: Dokidoki russian roulette tapioca?!

Mr Shimooka: Yes! There’s just one odd piece mixed among the colorful tapioca

Yamato: A real fish egg?!

Aya: Amazing! What an ingenious idea! 

Mr Shimooka: I bought a lot of it, so be sure to share it with the others

Mitsuki: Thank you!

Mr Shimooka: Are you going to join today’s competition? The newborn star project?

Yamato: Yes, we will. Our turn has yet to come

Mr. Shimooka: A newborn star….you’re already guests of such an important project, despite being so new in the entertainment world

Mitsuki: It’s also thanks to you, Mister Shimoka. We owe you a lot

Mr. Shimooka: I did nothing. It was your competence that made you stars

Mr. Shimooka: You grew a lot, Idolish7. I look forward to this night’s performance!

Nagi: Thanks, Mister Shimooka! I’ve always been grateful we had the chance to meet you!

Mr. Shimooka: It’s my pleasure. Let’s keep supporting each other forever

Nagi&Yamato&Mitsuki: Yes!

Moderator student: Aah…! We have the voting results! We are ready to announce the winner! And it is…

Moderator student: Kujo Aya san!

Aya: Kyaah, I did it!

Nagi: Wow! Fantastic!

Mitsuki: Amazing! Well done, Aya chan!

Yamato: Good job. And thanks to the guys who mimicked us!

Yamato lookalike student: No, thank you!

Mr. Shimooka: Well done! Congratulations, little lady!

Aya: Thank you so much!

End of part 4

[fallinginreversefanblog]

Ronnie Radke spitting facts about Motionless In White being a rip-off

On Sep 18th Ronnie Radke shared MIW's new Halloween poster on Twitter showing off the resemblance between the two monsters (the one from MIW's "Werewolf" and the FIR's "Popular Monster") and discussing the issue of MIW copying FIR for a while now.

He even added:

“I’m A popular popular Biter”

Last year on Oct 31st Motionless In White released the video for their song "Werewolf" directed by Jensen Noen, the same director Ronnie Radke works with constantly since "Popular Monster". The two videos ended up in resembling too much; not only the monsters, but the plot, the transformation movements, the filters and environment.

WATCH Motionless In White's "Werewolf":

And WATCH Falling In Reverse's "Popular Monster":

Ronnie expressed his disappointment on Twitter in a few lines, which continued in a beef, then in a few days the whole topic was forgotten.

Yesterday, after Ronnie renewing the topic and expressing his despise towards MIW about the new Halloween poster and the monster's image on it, a long argument unfolded between him + FIR fans and MIW fans defending Chris Motionless from accusations of plagiarism. At one moment Ronnie made a statement about the required honesty in general when it comes to inspirations:

In the mean time he showed the resemblance between FIR and MIW imagery on different album covers, posters and image sequences from the videos within the past few years.

He pointed out Bring Me The Horizon's video on the song "LosT", which was also made by Jensen Noen, but the resemblance with any of FIR's videos is not even close as strong as it is with "Werewolf". This is what Ronnie wrote about Oli Sykes and BMTH:

"oli Sykes went to the video director I use because he was inspired my mine, and guess what he told him “I like what you did but I don’t want to copy” he went out of his way to make a video that was his own, I gained so much respect for oli after I was told this, this is what I mean. Instead of just ripping he went out of his way to do his own thing. I RESPECT THAT SHIT, same with ice nine kills they do there OWN THING. this is what I mean."

WATCH Bring Me The Horizon's "LosT" on Vimeo, because YouTube made age restrictions on it and cannot be embeded in the post:

Finally Ronnie said he doesn't take the whole copy thing as an offense, and it's actually flattering to be the good example to be copied. Mind his words:

"Anyway, this copy cat stuff is so trivial, and at end of day will be forgotten, it’s trivial to get upset at, it should be flattering if anything. But sometimes I can’t help to express myself on these matters. like who cares at end of day"

He shared some more resembling promotion stuff and soon the beef was over from his side. Fans were continuing the argument on both sides for more hours long.

A Falling In Reverse fan made a very apt comment to this whole beef. He said: "I smell a new FIR song and music video 👀👀" Rightful, Ronnie most probably had a secret goal with stirring up the moods, as usual :))

[snekjoy]

Bennys adventure team modern band au!!

Fischl - lead singer

Bennett - lead guitar

Mika - bass guitar/backing vocals

Razor - drums

They're not insanely popular, they just use a local band room for practice and occasionally end up performing at like. Those summer fairs with the twister rides with the airbrush art on them

Razor is from an orphanage, and all the kids there have a running joke of calling themselves wolves/they used to play wolves when they were smaller so now it's a stupid nickname they use. The kids all gave each other piercings at one point, including Razor.

Bennett got adopted by his polycule of dads when he was tiny. They wanted to homeschool him but they're all too busy so he goes to normal school, but they don't tell him off for skipping and "feeding his creativity" by starting the band

Mika and Fischl spend a bunch of time in the library at school, and Bennett is their assigned extrovert friend. Razor basically always skips to go into the woods nearby the school with the "Wolves" so he's barely there.

Mika's family situation is basically the same as it is in game but his parents are still gone, he's still practically raising himself. He draws + makes the posters for the band and is kinda the most mature one since he had to grow up fast.

Fischl is still a nerd, but she doesn't speak fancy bc she gets bullied. She still uses unnecessary big words but it's not medieval role-playing it's just a bit pretentious. She's technically called Amy but her stage persona✩ is Fischl. None of the others have stage names btw

Razor has a lot of anger to the point it's kinda gone back around to him being quiet again. He barely speaks unless he's with the other "Wolves" and usually uses monosyllabic answers to everything.

Razor and Bennett met when they were both skipping and in the woods. The wolves were all howling and pissing about and Bennett found them. They started poking fun at him and beings dicks and Razor told them off and took Bennett to a different part of the woods.

They talked for a bit (more like Bennett talked and Razor listened) and, as teenagers tend to do, both immediately developed massive crushes on each other. They started meeting like this more often and the wolves make fun of Razor for having a v obvious crush.

Fischl writes a lot of the lyrics, so they're very uh. Emo. Like mitski levels of emo? Not the genre emo but the vibe of the lyrics

Mika basically holds the band together boy is WORKING. He always reminds them abt practice and encourages them when they feel like they're not making good music, and they all appreciate it a ton. On stage, Fischl and Bennett are the leads, but they all know Mika is in charge.

Fischl and Mika have a bet going abt when Bennett and Razor will kiss/confess to each other. So do the wolves and Bennett's dads. Basically the whole town wants them to be less oblivious

[tunemyart]

Gelphie, 6

6. How they decorated their bedroom

We see their room in the musical, so I'll answer this for the book! Galinda ofc is obsessed with image, and projecting a very specific kind of said image - sheeeee's rich! Sheeeeee's definitely part of this social class she's trying to fit her way into! Despite the fact that for the first year she was actively trying not to let anyone inside her room bc she was so ashamed of her forced association with Elphaba, I def think in the beginning she lived and breathed the image she was trying to become, absolutely not an expression of self, and I think as she got access to the other girls and their rooms, she adjusted accordingly in an attempt to match them while Elphaba watched in silent judgment across the room. Honestly I'm thinking like prints or knockoff copies of paintings by whoever's popular - not whoever the art circles are talking about bc they're causing a stir, that's not safe enough and would require her to have a divisive opinion about it, I mean absolutely inoffensive stuff that you say 'that's nice' about but blends in the background. Thrifted knickknacky stuff that's absolute fluff that is close enough to what she imagines populates the richer girls' houses. Honestly maybe some doilies. Fluffy bedding and a canopy she'd put in on the four poster. The irony being ofc that all the rich girls know she's not rich and not of their class, and if they saw all this stuff they'd be like cringe she's trying too hard, poor silly stupid Galinda to think she's actually one of us.

(Elphaba doesn't decorate her side of the room at all as commentary on what's happening on the other side of the room, and out of both a lack of sentimental items to decorate with and a complete lack of desire to do so regardless.)

By the time Galinda shifts into Glinda, I think she'd toss out a bunch of this stuff and put up art she has an opinion on, perhaps that she'd seen out with Elphaba and debated with her, perhaps that Elphaba herself bought her from some artist in Railway Square and makes Glinda feel oddly warm when she looks at on her wall, and she'd keep it there even if she didn't actually aesthetically love the piece, which is also, after all, cheap. I think she'd have a lot more fun with her love of architecture too, def a lot more books placed prominently at the very least. The canopy on her four poster stays but the fluffy lacy stuff on her bed gets replaced with comfy stuff she actually likes. She visits home and brings back a childhood stuffed animal or two or three. She and Elphaba argue over whether it's an animal or Animal.

(Elphaba starts to accrue things that aren't books too, from Boq and Crope and Tibbett and Fiyero and Nessa and most of all Glinda. Most she either throws away unsentimentally if she has no practical need of/desire for them, but some she places haltingly on her bedside table, and one she hangs on her wall, the lone thing she's hung up on a sea of neutral beige. This is also from Glinda, and it's a piece of modern art by the same Railway Square artists who'd created the one she'd purchased for Glinda that hangs directly across the room. Glinda had laughed when Elphaba put it up on the dare, knowing Elphaba liked it less than she did, but neither take them down. The very idea of it feels wrong.)

((Glinda hangs onto both when she moves out of the room and marries vaguely into the class she'd been after. Chuffrey is too kind and refined to do anything like wrinkle his nose but he does say something like my dear that's an interesting choice of art do you really believe it quite goes with the rest of the room? To which Lady Chuffrey says its my bedroom and I'll hang up whatever art I damn well please, and that's the end of that.))

[randomvarious]

Today’s compilation:

The Sun CD Collection: Rock & Roll Originals Vol 1 1987 Rockabilly / Rock & Roll

Utmost respect for Sam Phillips and the early rock & roll and rockabilly empire that he was able to build at the Memphis-based Sun Records in the 50s. His label had Elvis, Johnny Cash, Jerry Lee Lewis, Conway Twitty, Roy Orbison, and Carl Perkins all on its roster during that decade. Just a total murderers' row of 50s rock that was highly integral to the history and evolution of popular music as we know it. Really can't beat it.

But this 1987 CD isn't just some tired, cash-grabbing retrospective that consists of some of Sun's biggest hits, although some songs on here, like Carl Perkins' "Blue Suede Shoes," did achieve great commercial success. What this release does is gather eleven separate 45s from the Sun archive that originally came out in the mid-50s and provide them on CD, many of them for the first time ever. So, purely for the sake of posterity, this is a pretty important disc.

However, while I'm sure these songs sounded fresh and newfangled when they first arrived, most of them don't really seem to have that same sparkle and luster today that they had six-plus decades ago. There's really just a lot of rock and roll and rockabilly on here that now sounds rudimentary and unimpressive. It's sort of like that scene in that Will Ferrell basketball movie, Semi-Pro, when he participates in the first ever alley-oop. It was quite a feat when it first happened, but you can see a bunch of alley-oops every night during the NBA season now. Those plays might not even make a highlight reel anymore. And lots of 50s rock compositions have a way of feeling similar as time passes on.

Some of these tunes still have the juice though, like both sides of Sonny Burgess' 1956 debut record, "Red Headed Woman," which was backed with "We Wanna Boogie." Burgess was given the nickname "The Wild Man From Arkansas" for a reason. He was responsible for making that 50s-type of rock and roll music that I love: the raucous, trashy, unpredictably raw kind; the primordial ooze that would go on to fuel to garage rock and then punk. Burgess' two songs here exemplify that freewheelingly nutty rock and roll spirit to a T. Plus, there's a uniquely froggy and gravelly fullness to his somewhat bizarre wailing. And he screams too. Gotta love it.

And another song worth talking about here is Smokey Joe's "The Signifying Monkey." It's the A-side to the only release he ever put out on Sun. Sam Phillips signed him because he thought his gravelly rasp could appeal to a black audience, despite the fact that Joe himself was white. And apparently it ended up fooling a lot of people, because the guy got invited to perform the song at the Apollo Theatre in Harlem! Imagine how that phone call must've went down when the jig was finally up 😂. And what appears to have made the whole ruse even more convincing is that Joe derived the story in his song from African folklore. Still though, despite all the controversy behind this novelty that'd get you lickety-split canceled if you tried to pull a fast one like it today, it's still a well-made early rock & roll tune.

Not blown away by most of the songs on this CD, even though over a third of them come courtesy of two of Sun's most important artists—Carl Perkins and Roy Orbison—but still managed to find a few that I can rock with almost 70 years after they were originally rolled out.

Highlights:

Smokey Joe - "The Signifying Monkey" Sonny Burgess - "Red Headed Woman" Sonny Burgess - "We Wanna Boogie"

[kikuneesama]

Happy birthday @enevera!! Here is a little something something, I hope you might like. I'm sorry I couldn't come up with anything cooler fsdklfsdaklf. I havent written in a while and idk with my brain yet. Anyway, wish you a great day and all good things. Sending hugs &lt;3

Uh, yeah, this is I guess Satoru x Suguru x Shouko .... maybe

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unedited because im lazy.

There is this certain type of cigarette smell that transforms Shouko back in time whenever she smells it. It does not matter where exactly she is, Tokyo’s main station, the narrow ways between the high rise buildings of Ropponing, the long way up the road to the school, if she just catches a whiff of that smell it is like she timewarped back to being a teenager.

Maybe that is why she stopped smoking those brands of cigarettes completely.

Once you enter adulthood, many people in the country start looking back at their childhood summers with this nostalgia for a time that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Anime, movies, music and tv often discuss these summers, the longing an adult feels for them and how a time like this would never happen ever again.

Shouko hated this. Summers were hot, summers were sweaty and overtly sunny and full of bugs and cicada noise. As a kid she would hide in the basement, and now, as an adult, she was doing much the same. 

Her childhood summer, the one she longs for, happened when started when she was 15. It lasted for much more than four years and it smelled of chewing gum, wooden rooms and menthol cigarettes.

Being a person who can see cursed spirits didn’t make you a popular student with the other kids in schools. So for her first 8 or so years in school, Shouko tried to stay out of everybody’s way. That didn’t mean they didn’t whisper about her behind her back, thinking her interest in medicine and especially forensic sciences were odd. Still, she didn’t have it as bad as other kids like her, she was not bullied, she was mostly just left alone.

It was good to be alone. She knew how to cope alone.

It was an unusually warm April day, the cherry blossoms just falling down the trees when Shouko entered Jujutsu High for the first time. She was almost sweating in the black new uniform with the long sleeves. She was greeted by the headmaster, introduced to her teacher and told that she’d share the year with two boys. She wasn’t very interested in them.

Shouko heard Gojo Satoru before she saw him. The corridor with the student rooms was full of the noise of his laughter. When he introduced himself to her, with that sly smile of his, and told her who he was, what significance he had, how he was going to be unbeatable, Shouko guessed and guessed right instantly, that he was overplaying.

That he was lonely was obvious, even if you couldn’t see his eyes.

Geto Suguru was a different kind of boy. He was quiet, an outsider and he knew it. He was friendly, always overly courteous. He inquired about her medical books and anatomy posters and overall did some friendly small talk. Shouko guessed that he too had been mostly alone and instead of becoming louder, like Satoru, had just quieted down more. 

All three of them were similar in that regard.

At first she thought she'd never like either of them very much. 

And so classes began.

Getting to know both of them was a slow but rewarding process. Shouko had been right about Satoru, he had been isolated from other people most of his life so far and craved human connections. He would come by her room even when she was studying, hanging on her bed throwing balls at the ceiling and down until she told him to leave.

Suguru turned out to be a real nerd. Super interesting and classic and modern Anime and Manga, though he hid his addiction well. In his room he kept most of his Manga volumes under his bed and in the corner, all neatly packed and dust free, as if they were porn magazines. But if he was asked about it, he would never stop talking. Shouko sometimes spent evenings with him just sitting side by side reading in comfortable silence.

She knew the boys were doing things together without her too. That they spent time with just the two of them. One time she opened the door to Satoru’s room for this and that and they were laying shoulder to shoulder on his bed. 

At the time she had no way to explain the stinging she felt at being excluded from the intimate moment.

They were a trio. Most first years came into the school in Trio’s or groups of four, but none were as close as the three of them. It was impossible to mention Suguru without mentioning Satoru and Shouko too. Triple S, the first years called them once they graduated to year two, and they meant it in annoyance and admiration.

That second spring, Shouko brought the menthol cigarettes for the first time. She ignored the “That’s bad for your health” and “those stink” comments from Satoru whenever she put on one, and his dramatically waving hands if it was around him. Smoking was nice and a stress relief and made her feel good.

Smoking wasn’t allowed in the dorms or through the open windows as the smell could seep into the furniture and curtains, so Shouko often had to go outside to have some. Either of the boys, sometimes both of them, often accompanied her then, even if Satoru often pulled a face.

The smell of the cigarettes seeped into all of them anyway, their hair, their clothes, their minds that summer, with so many things happening. Shouko was watching the boys grow from the sidelines. Her career path was different and so they were often separated. But before and after missions they’d still all sit together, outside, on porches or in gardens and on benches, talking, laughing and the smell of Shouko’s cigarettes were always there too.

Shouko loved both of them. Each in their own way, but at best together. In those times she used to think that if she’d be able to live with them side by side forever, she would never need to marry. They would be family enough.

Suguru could endlessly talk about manga he had bought, new shonen jump issues and anime adaptations, but it was Satoru who brought in the story that finally helped her figure her mind out. It was a Shoujo manga, something Suguru would never touch if he could help it. Satoru was raving about it, the story of a protagonist who couldn’t choose between two suitors. “She loves them both,” Satoru exclaimed. “So she can’t choose! It's incredibly exciting to read.”  

“You can’t love two people,” Shouko said in reflex, but took the books anyway. To humour him.

Amongst all the relatively standard romance and reverse-harem tropes Shouko actually did find the narrative pretty interesting. The lead character did love both boys very clearly and struggled to decide who to pursue. Didn’t help that both guys had different personality traits that fit neatly into hers, but none of them was perfect.

When she gave the books back to Satoru she told him she liked it, but not without gritting her teeth a little. Still, he smirked, because of course he did.

Not long after that, at the height of sweaty summer, Shouko felt like hanging out with Suguru, so she made her way over to his dorm room, her arms full of books to study with. It was not locked, the door just leaning, so she pushed it lightly with her foot to have it swing open. Suguru was there with Satoru. 

They were kissing.

This time the sting felt much more real. She turned and ran away.

The moon was already up and Shouko had not found sleep yet. It was good that the boys were a couple, they were good, they worked together, they liked each other, right? That was good. She was just upset that this meant they’d do more things without her. That she’d be excluded more, because couples want to be alone. Right? 

“You can’t love two people.” So it was.

She tried to stay away from them a little more afterwards. They deserved to explore this thing on their own, without her around. Plus, in middle school she had always been alone, so she must be used to it.

But losing both her best friends at the same time was a hard pill to swallow. 

Not that they were actively excluding her. No Satoru still came around to annoy her when he felt like she needed cheering up, Suguru still invited her over if he had a new manga issue bought somewhere, or a novel to share, but Shouko blocked them off most times. They should spend time together, not waste it on her.

Shouko smoked more cigarettes than any other time before. The pain ate at her insides. Never had she thought that losing a friendship could hurt like that.

She thought of that manga again, that main character that loved both of the male leads equally as much. The tear it brought her to have to choose possibly, the fact that she couldn't. The fact that Shouko’s own reaction had been to immediately dismiss it.

Maybe that was it, she thought, a midnight in winter. Maybe she loved them both to equal measures. Maybe that was why this felt more like heartbreak.

The next week Shouko started observing herself around both of the others. How she felt when she was with each of them alone, how she felt when they were all three together. At the end of it, there was no doubt about it really. You could in fact love two people.

She didn’t know how to confess what she felt, too scared that she would ruin what little they had left. Satoru and Suguru loved each other clearly and they liked her well enough, but was that a good basis for an actual, real, relationship as three?

At least she stopped blocking their advances and started hanging out with them more again. More cigarette smoke and book talk and laughter. She was relieved to be by their side again.

One night, way later than Shouko was allowed to stay in the male dorm rooms, they were laying together on Satoru’s bed. Satoru was telling a story about the clan house his family owned, about one of the old guy’s that always came around to stare at him as if he was a rare jewelry item. Satoru was good at telling stories, always making them very imaginative and easy to follow.

Suguru smiled and laughed along too, even though in recent times he had grown so quiet and often looked tired. In hindsight, Shouko felt like she should have known something was not quite right with him.

Still, that night, she felt so at peace with both of them by her side. She slung her hand around Satoru’s - at least the one he wasn’t waving around– and then the other around Suguru’s. They let her, entwined her fingers with hers. And so they fell asleep eventually, just holding on to each other.

Shouko wondered the next morning if confessing was necessary. If they’d just continue being together like this, it was enough for her. 

-

The day Suguru left she found a note on her notepad in her dorm room. He had hastily scribbled it down right there, just three words, no other goodbye. 

He did not go to Satoru. He did not say goodbye to anyone else. Instead he scribbled something for Shouko, maybe in hopes she would understand.

It was something she recognised from Bleach, a popular manga at the time. A character, ready to leave her old life behind for ever, as a goodbye to friends, had left a note behind.

Goodbye, Halcyon days.

And though at first she did not understand what that meant, she instinctively knew the feeling those words wanted to convey.

To him, the carefree days of youth, the long summer of their childhood that they’d long for as adults, was over. 

Suguru was not saying goodbye to her specifically, he was saying goodbye to the version of him that had been in the last two or so years.

That day she went to smoke outside her dorm even if it was against the rules. She could not explain why, but the taste suddenly made her feel sick.

In the end, she never got to tell them.