#character playlist curation is my passion :)

[genshin-projection]

i took a few liberties but... Sunday-inspired playlist!

some highlights:

master of the heavenly yard (off-vocal) (mothy/akuno-P)

portrait of the pirate F (hitoshizuku-p)

rock in god's shoe (sushi soucy)

worst case scenario (the hoosiers)

but never a key (dirt poor robins)

hello my old heart (the oh hellos)

rule #35 - microphone (fish in a birdcage)

into the unknown (over the garden wall)

collared (vane lily)

taixu (sasakure.uk , lasah)

ship in a bottle (fin)

a couple ender lilies OSTs

a few omori OSTs

a few hsr (penacony) OSTs

[chvoswxtch]

hello my lil goblins ✨

just a friendly reminder that this saturday, the 24th, is the one year anniversary of the bodyguard & i’ll be doing a lil mini event to celebrate!

in case you forgot, you’ll be getting:

chapter seventeen

a snippet of chapter eighteen

a curated playlist for the series

i’ll also be doing a q&a all day, so feel free to spam my asks! ask me whatever questions you wanna know about the series, tell me your favorite scenes from each chapter, let me know which songs remind you of the characters & the story, or just come say hi!

I can’t say thank you enough for a whole year of loving & supporting my lil passion project. I can’t wait to celebrate with y’all 🖤

[rocknpebbles]

Ive been listening to your animatics4usopp playlist and YOUR MIND for some of these choices i swear. I thought i knew heartbreak and the sweet ache of Usopp angst and then Look whos inside again came on and i was Gone. Done for.

You. You understand him.

And then Goodbye. 100 bads days?? Now ill no longer be able to listen to the Main character without seeing Usopp. How did i not realize how perfectly Im Still Standing suits Usopp?

And i deserve to bleed. Holy fuck.

Chamber of reflection repetition of Alone again, alone again. I am bleeding out on the floor. Is this thing on.

Anyways this is to say your taste, playlist curation, and understanding of Usopp are immaculate. And this is an open invitation to point out any other song choices your proud of or lyrics you feel fit Usopp well

I’m going to be very honest I jumped from joy when I saw this (and immediately fell)

now that I’ve regained composure, IM SO SO SO HAPPY YOURE PASSIONATE ABOUT THE LIST LIKE YES YOU ALSO GET IT!!!!!‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️THANK YOU‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ I WAS SO WORRIED SOME SONGS WERE TOO ANGSTY OR DIDNT FIT BUT YOU SEE THE VISION HOLY SHIT!!!!!! I have a tendency to just shove him into every song I like now so I was worried it was just… “what is THIS song doing here, absolutely wild choice” BUT THE VISION!!! THE VISION!!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS THIS MADE MY ABSOLUTE WEEK I WANNA MAKE SOME OF THESE SONGS INTO ANIMATICS SOOOOOO BAD BUT YES WHENEVER IM REALLY GETTING INTO AN USOPP DRAWING MOOD I JUST CRANK THIS UP AND LET THE PAIN (and occasional goofy songs) COMMENCE 💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥

I’m extremely guarded when it comes to my headcanons and ideas I was rlly nervous sharing it so to hear this is WONDERS!!!!! I wanna dissect him

As far as other lyrics or songs I think an obvious choice I didnt list is Kimi wa dekinai kk (useless child)‼️‼️ BY‼️‼️UmbraticForest‼️ the English RE-COVER💯 on YouTube💯💯 the lyrics are kinda changed up in this cover which i think it’s great (but since it’s an obvious one u might already know it) I imagined this one having some sogeking with it yknow hc stuff

THANK U SM FOR ASKING ❤️❤️❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏‼️‼️‼️‼️ GAHHH THIS MEANS THE WORLD

[biqueuerious]

“It’s when you start looking at the people behind the mask that things get messy.”

My passion for character playlists will never die. Please enjoy this one I’ve curated for Insomniac Games Spider-Man 2 Quentin Beck; reformed criminal mastermind and my husband-

[fluffypotatey]

What introduced you to lmk? like some fanart or a tiktok edit

For me it was a nezha edit (it was a leak at the time, but obviously I didn't know it) and I loved its design so much that I decided to see lmk, previously I knew that the series existed since I really like everything that has to do with Sun Wukong (and the journey to the west and Nezha too of course)

my love of lmk was a slow burn that then sparked into an inferno

FOR YOU SEE

it began while i was watching OSP’s jttw summarizes videos and listening to their podcast and there were some people asking Res if she watches the show (she hadn’t and prob still has not because her reason was by simply not watching it, she wouldn’t accidentally have their style influence her own. also ensuring that her summarized videos stayed original)

then i noticed some fanart of lmk on instagram (idk how that happened tbh maybe the algorithm took my interest in fanrtists of animated movies and shows to equal “hey you might like this too!”) but since i had no clue what lmk really was and was more loyal to jttw itself, i ignored it (tho one of the fanart it’s drew really good kung fu panda fanart so i saw lmk for about a month or too before i deleted my instagram

and then i saw a lot of lmk in the comments of OSP’s video about the Six Eared Macaque chapter but ignored it still

and then tumblr polls happened

many polls were made. many ship dynamic polls were made

there was also the character of all time poll, of which i was a Sun Wukong activist and found some lmk fans who reblogged my propaganda thread

(during this time— April— I discovered Epic: the musical)

i found lmk once more in the sun/moon ship poll. it was merthur vs shadowpeach and i stayed true to my shadowpeach but i noticed one of my (then) mutual-in laws was very passionate about shadowpeach and i grew curious

i searched it up (beginning of May), somehow found a playlist with seasons 1-3 two days after i began my search, watched all of it in a day (it should be noted that i had been recovering from finals) and found myself hooked

I also felt cheated out of the shadowpeach ship because, through the eyes of my (then) mutual-in law, the ship seemed to popular on tumblr. then all the shit i see on YouTube is spicy noodles and people arguing in the comments that shadowpeach are brothers

anyway

i found out very quickly that the show did scratch a special itch in my brain (it almost didn’t if i’m being honest. i was almost put off by MK and Mei’s personalities at first but figured i would wait if our since AHiB is only the show’s pilot) and now i wanted more

i went onto twitter bc i struggles to find fanart on tumblr

i realized there was a 4th season already out (also weird discord drama???? idk i only was there for the art) AND some nice metas to dip my toes in

i leave twitter and go to yt to find the 4th season (and also bc there was a whole thing about new accounts getting called out for being “pro-shippers” so i decided to tap out) and then found out about Monkey King 2009 (which i watched to stave off the desire of s4 but this backfired bc i got obsessed with that one too and only 12 episodes are subtitled for it)

AND THEN I FIND SEASON 4

i watch it all and realize i have to wait for the s4 special, but i am more prepared for it (and now i feel more comfortable interacting with lmk tumblr) which leads to me making my own metas (this was spurred by my desire for more swk metas)

and thus i found and curated my lmk fandom experience on tumblr and satiated my brain with metas and fics and art until s4 special and then rinse and repeat until s5 :D

[apollohears]

CHARACTER PLAYLISTS.

✸ Delve into the depths of "Day of Dusk," where darkness and desire intertwine in a tale of witchcraft and woe. But the journey doesn't end here. As you prepare to embark on this captivating adventure, don't forget to tune into the character playlist, curated with songs that mirror the personalities and love styles of the protagonists. From haunting melodies to passionate anthems, these tracks will guide you through the labyrinth of emotions that await. Let the music set the stage for your epic journey into the unknown...

Silas/Sophia:

Annette:

Rune:

Pavlos:

✸ if you have any song suggestions or recommends don't be afraid to send them my way :)

[mysticalsoot]

this is reality

sort of sbi au and autistic!wilbur centric fic

A/N; this took me like four days and it was simply bc I wanted to write autistic will stimming. like the whole concept was the last scene, I just got carried away with james and wilbur bestie moments

Summary; Wilbur Soot also known as Wil Gold is the lead of an up-and-coming indie rock band named Lovejoy. They've only released two EPs in 2021 and are preparing to release their next single Call Me What You Like, but Wilbur is concerned his contribution to the song is what will be their downfall.

OR; Wilbur is autistic, insecure, and anxious so he's surprised when the UK charts are released that maybe he makes good art that people love

TW; anxiety, panic, swearing and I think that's it

Characters; Wilbur, James, Ash, Tommy

Words; 5.4k

dedicated to; @loverboy-soot bc i sent him sneak peeks constantly and I have been meaning to finish and post this every day I've written on it

masterlist

my ao3

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Wilbur had always dreamed of having his own band, people who loved music just as he did and put as much passion and care into the music they made.

He had that now. Joe, Mark, and Ash were the best friends and bandmates he could ask for. They were passionate and creative—they put their all into their art and their dedication was beginning to pay off. There was a manageable amount of non Dream SMP or MCYT Lovenjoyers, but they were getting recognized in mainstream media more often. They’d been on the radio a few times, and they’ve trended on youtube before and they appeared on at least two Spotify-curated playlists. They weren’t big but they were becoming less and less of a silly little indie band by the day.

And Wilbur knew their next single was their big break. It would jumpstart their career further into the industry, he just knew it. Or, well, he hoped it would. There was a gnawing at his brain and his heart that their new song wasn’t all that, that he was fooling himself by believing it was their best yet. The man couldn't get his hopes up, but he also couldn't really help himself in doing so. He loved it so much, he had poured his heart into the lyrics for years, the instrumentals and melodies for the past year—it was his baby. And Call Me What You Like was the song to make or break Lovejoy’s future.

It was a few days to premiering. Wilbur stood in his bedroom pacing back and forth, gnawing at the skin around his nails which nearly drew blood. He pulled his hands away when he began tasting copper.

He tried rocking back and forth on his feet, standing on his toes, lifting himself up and then dropping to stand on his heels. Back and forth, back and forth. Over and over.

That didn't help either.

He tried flapping his hands and pacing. Squeezing his eyes open and closed.

He did everything he could to ease the anxiety that ate him from the inside out.

He rubbed his eyes with the corner of his palms until stars shown in the black of his eyes and a stinging pain appeared with it.

He groans as he kicks the corner of his bed, hissing and reaching down to grab his foot when the pain shoots up from his stubbed toes to his brain where he registers the sensation.

A silent fuck is muttered under his breath.

"Jesus, fuck!" He yells into the void of his room and throws himself down into his desk chair. He quickly clicks on the discord icon. The usual starting pop-up appears and the wumpus logo spins on the window as it loads the program.

He selects the last dm he's opened and goes to type a message; to James.

WilburSoot 7:35 PM, Today

wanna come over?

The question was simple and open-ended and it didn't require an explanation from Wilbur as the reason was probably clear. But not entirely.

James started typing moments later, he wasn't even online when Wilbur initially messaged him, but the moment the message went through, James' name shown as online. He began typing shortly after.

James 7:37, Today

yea sure. you ok tho?

Wilbur hesitated over the keyboard, chewing at the inside of his cheek as he contemplated an answer.

WilburSoot 7:38, Today

oh yeah, I'm fine man. just missed ya.

He hoped he could easily pass James' bullshit detectors, at least until he saw him face to face. It was easier to fib through a screen rather than in person. He didn't have great control over his facial expressions, he was terrible at hiding anything he felt and sometimes he wasn't even sure what he felt so expressing that was difficult. It's easier to lie anyways.

Wilbur sat in silence, opting to chew on his cuticles again as he patiently waited for a response. James began typing just before stopping again, he'd start and then stop over and over. This went on for quite a few moments and Wilbur grew more and more anxious. He wasn't sure why—James had already given his answer but watching as those three dots appeared and disappeared became just one more creature that ate at the flesh inside him.

James 7:40, Today

alright, I'll be over in 10

Wilbur sighed in relief, his hands dropping to his lap and his head hitting the back of his chair as he leans on it. He runs his hands down his face and he lets out a sound close to a laugh but it's more like a strained huff of air.

He uses his hands to push on his desk, his chair rolling backward and he stands up in a rush, hissing at the creaking sound the chair makes as it spins behind him.

I need to fix that, he notes, before hastily grabbing his phone off his bed and shuffling out of his bedroom. His overhead light was already turned off due to the horrendous sound it made. It was like a static clicking, unlike most lights and it was beyond painful. Part of him was quite thankful it was his apartment. That way he could have whatever lights he wanted off, off, and whichever ones he wanted on, on. It was a wonderful thing.

He found himself walking over to his sofa and carefully sitting on the far left side, pulling his legs to rest underneath him. He quickly unlocked his phone and began scrolling tiktok as he awaited James’ arrival.

It was what felt like much less than ten minutes later when there came a knock on wilbur’s flat door and he hopped up. Wilbur shuffled over to the door, quietly but quickly turning the door knob before opening the door to let James in.

“How are you, Wil?” The question catches Wilbur off guard and James stands in front of Wilbur, hands in his jeans pockets and eyes trained up on Wilbur.

The man shrugs, walking away from his friend but gesturing for the other man to join him on the sofa. He finds his previous spot, legs still tucked under himself. James joins him on the other side, shuffling his shoes off his feet before bringing his own legs to rest under him.

“Okay, Wilbur. Why did you ask me over?” James crosses his arms, a stern glare trained on Wilbur and he tries to meet his friend's eyes but panics and diverts his gaze on the wall behind him.

“As I said, I missed you.” He speaks plainly, doing his best to give a soft smile but seemingly failing given the breathy chuckle James gives in response.

“Hmm, like I believe that. I’m not gonna push but I know something more is going on.” James is flat with his delivery, but sincere nonetheless. Wilbur is, surprisingly, able to read the concern stitched into the expression James wears, his eyes soft as he gazes at his friend.

A comfortable silence falls upon the two and Wilbur leans his head against the back of the sofa, his own arms crossing over his chest.

“Mario Kart?” Wilbur’s question breaks the silence and James scoots off his spot on the sofa and hurries over to the tv stand, turning on Wilbur’s old Wii console and slipping in the old Mario Kart cd.

After the TV boots up, James walks back over to sit next to Wil, throwing him a Wii remote steering wheel. “I’m going to beat your ass, William.” The use of Wilbur's legal name earns a laugh from the anxious man and his friend huffs.

“I’d like to see you try.” He smiles, what he thinks is a genuine smile and he clicks through the various introduction screens. He lets James choose his character first—Wario, as always—before he chooses his own, which is always Mario. He likes it simple and predictable, Mario is just that.

The two play a game on the coconut mall map, Wilbur ahead of James—but not for long before his friend catches up to him, knocking him off course and taking his spot in first.

Wilbur grunts at his friend, using various power up's to gather momentum in order to steal his spot back. His attempts return to fruition and he yells in triumph when he passes the finish line, coming in first.

"Fucking told you!" Wilbur laughs in giddy, shaking his hands in pure joy, his eyes closed tightly and a smile wide as can be—one he knows is genuine.

"Jeez man, why are you so good at this game?" James puts his controller on the coffee table, pulling his legs up onto the sofa and resting them in front of him.

"I'm just that good." Wilbur's snarky remark earns a scoff from his friend and he rests his hands behind his head in triumph.

"You need to work on that ego of yours."

"I do *not* have an ego!" Wilbur counters, dropping his arms to cross against his chest and he exaggeratingly huffs.

"Oh like anyone would believe that!" James laughs, a soft, considerate laugh despite the joke thrown at his friend.

"Wow, such little faith." Wilbur smiles and lets a silence fall on the two, the only sound heard is James readjusting his spot on the couch, and a few sighs let out occasionally before going to scroll Twitter on his phone.

Wilbur fiddles with his hands, looking over at James before going to stand and pace again, he tries to be subtle about it, avoiding the attention of his friend. He tries all of his common coping stims, handshakes, bouncing on his feet, rolling on his feet, tapping his fingers, etc. Doing anything he can to cope with the anxiety that was deciding to reappear again. He keeps his eyes on the carpet below him, spinning on his heels to walk the other way when he gets too close to the wall.

James watches Wilbur, eyeing him and his pacing. Wilbur doesnt notice the eyes on him, and James is thankful for that as he sifts his mind for any reason for Wilbur’s current panicked state. He knows something is up and wrong but he’s sure he won’t get an answer out of the man no matter how hard he tries. He would love to be able to guess Wilbur’s reasoning for his panic, but he isn’t telepathic and he can barely understand his own reasoning, let alone another person’s reasoning. James hesitates, he opens his mouth to speak but shuts it closed a moment later. He averts his gaze back down to the phone in hand, mindlessly going through whatever fiery chaos that was his timeline.

He tries his best to keep his gaze off Wilbur, and it worked for the most part but it eventually got to the point his worry outweighed his desire to stay unnoticed. James watched as his friend continued pacing, tapping his fingers or shaking his hands. Wilbur was nervous but James couldn't pinpoint why.

He makes an attempt, "Wil, are you alright?"

Wilbur's head shoots up and his eyes dart to James focused on his forehead but giving the impression he's making eye contact. He's not.

Wilbur hesitates, going to say something when the words lodge themselves in his throat. He nods.

James goes to stand, walking to where Wilbur is frozen in place. He rests his hands on his friend's shoulders. "You can tell me, I know you're not."

"I'm- I'm fine." Wilbur manages to stutter out, wiggling his fingers in another attempt at calming himself. It doesn't work either.

James looks at him with a stern glare, not one of any malice but one of intense care for the other. 

"Wilbur." He warns, unwavering in his attempts at calming the other.

Wilbur shakes his head, eyes focused on the fibers of his carpet, and he's glad it's soft.

"I said I'm fine, James. Okay?" His tone is sharp, and he knows how mean it sounds but he doesn't mean it that way and James knows that.

James keeps his gaze on his friend, squeezing his shoulders in reassurance and Wilbur attempts to meet his gaze. 

It's a few moments before Wilbur cracks, the realization that James isn't letting this go—that James cares—seeps into his mind and he lets down his wall.

"I'm anxious, very anxious. Scared even, I think." Wilbur's voice is small, and it's shaky. "I'm scared that the song isn't as good as we think, that it'll ruin our careers or that it just won't land right, and that all our hard work will be for nothing because I ruined it all."

"Woah, woah, woah. Where is all this coming from? You have the fanbase you do, because you're talented, because Lovejoy is talented. The song is amazing, you've heard it from everyone and their mothers and you wouldn't if it wasn't true." James pauses, taking a moment to think of what he should say next, his hands still resting on Wilbur's shoulders to keep his friend's attention. "It is going to put Lovejoy on the map. I know it."

Wilbur shakes his head, eyes focused downwards. "But it could be what lights us in flames too."

James laughs, a lighthearted and bright laugh, "You really think that?" Wilbur nods. "Man, you are so wrong."

Wilbur looks up, head tilted and eyebrows knitted in confusion. Big brown eyes wide with fear.

"You're seriously the most talented person out there, anything you make either on your own or with people will be and is amazing. Don't undersell yourself, Wil." James lets his hands fall from his friend's shoulders and he holds his arms open, inviting Wilbur for a hug. "Hug?"

Wilbur nods and takes up his offer, wrapping his arms around the slightly shorter man and resting his forehead on his shoulder. "Thank you," Wilbur mutters, the fabric of James' jacket muffling the sound.

"It's what friends are for." James pulls away and so does Wilbur. "Wanna watch a movie to get your mind off of it?"

Wilbur smiles softly, nodding, "That sounds great. Popcorn?" James nods and Wilbur swiftly leaves the sitting room to head into the kitchen moments later.

"What d'ya want to watch?" James calls from the TV, voice echoing through the walls.

"Anything but Marvel."

"Aw man, I was gonna put on the new ant man movie!" James laughs, and Wilbur does too, readjusting his attention to the popcorn he threw in the microwave. 

"Very funny, James!" Wilbur calls back, chuckling to himself as the microwave beeps. He takes the package of popped popcorn and hisses when he burns his fingers, shaking them in the air and blowing on them as if it would help the pain. He rushes to pull open the paper bag when doing so he pours out the contents into a turquoise bowl, his favorite but James doesn't need to know that.

He takes the bowl into the living room after discarding the popcorn bag into the trash. He holds up the bowl, greeting James.

"I grabbed your weighted blanket, by the way, hope that's okay." James gives a soft but nervous smile to Wilbur and he smiles wide in return, nodding enthusiastically.

"Thank you," He mumbles in response, his smile warm and thankful.

James widens his own smile in return, "I was afraid it wouldn't be, it's over on your spot." He points over to the far left side of the sofa—it may be Wilbur's sofa but he has a tendency to lean more towards sitting on the far left side. It's just a habit, and he's grown to dislike breaking it. 

He walks over to his spot, sitting down just as he did before with his legs tucked under him. He still holds the popcorn bowl and he hands it over to James when said friend finds his spot next to him.

"We could watch Hamilton," Wilbur suggests, head turning to look towards James. He makes eye contact briefly but feels that same uncomfortable panic and averts his gaze again.

"Really, Wilbur?" James' tone is playful, and you can see through his eyes that he's seriously considering it, and the pout Wilbur puts on only makes his case clearer. "Okay, Hamilton it is." James then throws the remote to Wilbur and he catches it immediately. There's a soft, warm smile graced upon James' lips and he crosses his arms over his chest in contentment.

It's a few moments before Wilbur finds Hamilton on Disney+ and selects play, but the moment it begins, his eyes are glued to the screen. He barely touches the popcorn he made as he feels the anxiety drain from him and his body finally feels relaxed. Maybe it's his weighted blanket or his comfort media that helped, but he considers it and believes that maybe it was James. His words and his presence helped calm Wilbur.

It's silent between the two for the next three hours, Wilbur's attention barely staying from the musical playing before him. James notices the silent happy stims Wilbur begins to do, small, soft handshakes or rocking side to side. His smile is wide and James is happy, he's happy he was the one to help and he is beyond glad he was the one Wilbur reached out to.

He knows why Wilbur was upset, why he was anxious and pacing his flat. The anxious thoughts got to his friend, dug into him deep, and began tearing him apart one by one. Something about Wilbur thinking of going to James first for something so stressful and serious—even if he avoided speaking about it at first—was reassuring, or calming to know. He's important to Wilbur just as much as Wilbur is to James. 

Everyone deserves a James, and everyone deserves a Wilbur.

Someone who knows you'll be there for them, someone who will find what would make you most comfortable and help you, who will sit with you in silence and simply be in your presence and enjoy it.

This was nice, this was good. And James was happy.

There was a moment of contemplation after the musical had ended on whether James should leave or not. Part of him wanted to stay so he could be sure Wilbur's anxiety wouldn't kick back up and eat him alive, but the other part of him knew he had to get back to Aria and Otto. He loved Wilbur, he was his best friend, but he also knew Wilbur may not handle him staying the night, and he was okay with that.

"I think I'm gonna head home for the night. You'll be okay?" James began to get up off the sofa, throwing on his jacket that he discarded on the chair, his gaze locked on Wilbur. He had his legs pulled up against his chest and his eyes were locked on the floor.

He nods, "Yeah, I'll be fine..You go home." His tone was flat, and it made James unsure in his decision. He bit the inside of his cheek as he paused, standing frozen as he gazes down at his friend who seemed to fall back into the pit of panic.

"Are you sure?" James is keen on being fully sure it's okay to leave Wilbur alone.

Wilbur looks up and gives a soft—masked—smile, "Yeah, of course...Go home to your family."

James rolls his eyes and laughs, "Otto is a cat."

"He's still family, isn't he?" Wilbur inquires, his tone light and playful now.

James groans and smiles, and then turns to leave for the door. "I'm a text or call away, remember that." And then he heads out the door, softly closing it behind him and then he's out of Wilbur's sight and earshot.

Wilbur shakes his head and rests his head against his knees, doing his best to calm his breathing. He decides to put Hamilton back on, maybe it'll help again.

And so he spends the rest of the night like this, head rested on his knees, arms wrapped around his legs, and the comfort of Hamilton playing in the background. Eventually, he sleeps.

                                                     —★—

It's days later and mere hours to the release of Call Me What You Like. He's sniffly and truly feels like shit with his head feeling like it was stuffed with cotton and his body being dredged in slime.

It's a horrible gross feeling and he really wishes he didn't go talk to fans after their gig this past Saturday. It's by no means their fault, he just has the worst and weakest immune system known to man—and he knows it.

He was pacing again, the skin around his nails raw and bleeding. He didn't have enough self-restraint so his coping mechanisms today were more self-destructive than usual or than they should be.

The rest of the band had been talking in the group chat all day and he had ignored every message, their positive outlook only made things worse. It really should be what makes it better but their hope for everything to go well and their seeming knowledge of it doing so, dragged him down and only fed the negative thoughts. 

It would only crash and burn because of him, not because of the others, so it made since they had a positive outlook. If it burned it wouldn't be their fault by any means.

His pacing only got worse, and he started to pull at his hair. It was an hour to midnight, hes been avoiding Twitter or any other social platform that would tell him what people thought all day. The Australian fans had already listened to it since it's realized at midnight on your local time—but he was too scared to see what they had to say. So he had all of his devices turned off or facing down. 

He didn't want to know, he was too scared to know.

He eventually tired himself out and ended up laying on the floor, blood still flowing with panic. His phone went off at exactly midnight and he waited a few minutes before opening his phone, only to be flooded with oceans of messages from his friends and fans. His friends asked if he was okay, and they seemed worried and concerned—they already heard the song so they didn't have much to congratulate him on. The messages, indirects, and mentions online from his fans were all messages of care and congratulations. Expressing their love for the new song and the new sound—they seemed to believe it was a masterpiece. Some people even used that word.

The flow of words upon his screen took him aback. He wasn't sure how to process all of the positive messages, and he was sure this was a dream. I mean, it had to be. How could so many people love the song so much, so soon? 

Maybe it was because the words he was seeing were from his already existing fanbase—the people who are devoted to Lovejoy and wouldn't switch their opinion over one song. It wasn't a sound comparison is what his brain told him. So surely, in the next few days, it'll crash and burn.

He didn't have much longer to sink into his anxious thoughts, as Ash was quick to call him. Wilbur hesitated before picking up and bringing the phone to his ear.

"Hey," His voice cracked from the lack of use and he dug his hand into the carpet, grabbing at the fibers.

"Well, hello, Wilbur." Ash's voice was joyful, and bright, a very large contrast to how Wilbur felt or sounded. "Have you seen what people are saying? They love it!!" He's so quick to enthusiasm, his voice pitching up towards the end and he lets out a joyful laugh.

Wilbur smiles softly at his friend's reaction, but is still hesitant to believe it to be the truth, "Yeah, yeah I saw some of that." He pauses, breath catching in his throat as he mulls over his next action. "Are they lying, though? I mean they're the ones that have been here ages—they could actually hate it and just say they like it." Wilbur's voice is low and quiet, only audible to the man on the other end of the line.

Ash sighs and lets out a breathy chuckle, "It's the internet, Wil. They'd be brutally honest if it was bad." 

Wilbur shakes his head, "But they're our fans, they could lie to save our feelings." 

"Dude, you're one of my closest friends and I would hate to hurt your feelings—but you sound like an idiot right now." Wilbur can hear Ash's smile through his words, it's playful in the way he says it.

"I'm sure I do—" He cuts himself off, running his free hand through his hair in a stressed motion. He's at a loss for words, he doesn't know what to say anymore, so he just falls from where he stands, sitting with his legs forward on the floor. 

"They love it, Wilbur. And you're part of the reason why." Ash is genuine in the way he reassures Wilbur, he means it just as much as he believes it himself.

Wilbur shrugs, and he feels the anxiety gnawing at his insides again. "You think so?"

"I know so."

"I'm sorry." 

"What the hell are you apologizing for?" Ash sounds almost offended at Wilbur's words like he just insulted Ash's firstborn child.

"For being a bother? Or for possibly ruining our career." His voice has gone small again, almost mirroring his attempt at curling in on himself, making him seem smaller.

"You're never a bother—and if anything you're the reason we're even here in the first place. Give yourself some more goddamn credit." Ash isn't harsh with his delivery, but stern. And caring—he means well.

"Sorry again," Wilbur replies sheepishly, regretting opening up about his doubts in the first place. He really feels like a burden now, and it's far from Ash's fault.

"Do I need to ban that word?" Ash laughs, and Wilbur can hear the smile through his words and he smiles back.

"No, no, I won't say it anymore. Promise." Wilbur reassures, his smile is unwavering but still small and soft.

"By the way, I was calling to ask if you wanted to come over to mine tomorrow? Joe and Mark are gonna be there too. We're celebrating Call Me What You Like, we tried texting you—" Ash begins but Wilbur is quick to cut him off.

"I'd love to, I'm sorry about ignoring my phone—it was just too hard." Wilbur nervously admits, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, no, I understand. Don't worry, dude. See you at 11?" Wilbur nods and then shortly replies verbally when he realizes Ash can't see him.

The embarrassment bubbles up in his throat but he pushes it down and hurriedly says his goodbyes to Ash. When they've bid their farewells and he's hung up the phone, he heads to his room—deciding sleep is the next thing he should do. He needs much more of it than he's been getting, especially in his ill state. He's not contagious but he notes it as a valid excuse in case he chickens out the next day before he goes over to see his bandmates.

He's more afraid of bringing them down than seeing them. He'd hate to be the reason they feel bad about the song.

                                                                    —★—

It's been a week since their new single was released, they've been on the radio even more than before, they've announced and sold out an entire tour and the love they've received on it has been absolutely mind-boggling. Wilbur's anxieties over it have practically dissipated entirely, besides the nagging thoughts in the back of his mind about the album—but it's far too early to worry about that. Right now, Wilbur was alone in his flat yet again, patiently waiting for the UK Top 40 charts to release. A few hours prior he posted a video asking everyone to stream CMWYL in hopes they can get a spot on the charts—it'll help get them noticed by important music executives but also reassure him that it's actually good, they wouldn't stream it if it wasn't, right? He didn't mention or consciously realize the second reason, but it was all the same in how prominent of a thought it was.

A few minutes from now and he'll find out statistically how much of a success CMWYL is. Sitting at his desk and refreshing the chart's website is probably not the best option for his anxiety—but he still does it nonetheless. He patiently sits there as he awaits the release of the UK charts. I mean he has nothing better to do at the moment, he's off and he's enjoying his free time just the way he wants.

He's nervously tapping his fingers on his free hand while his knees bounce in the usual gnawing anxiety that he holds. He keeps refreshing the page as he waits for that one moment of truth.

His eyes burn from staring at the screen so long, especially without blinking, and he contemplates taking a break for a moment but then reminds himself why he's doing this in the first place.

After a few more refreshes and the charts are released, he scrolls down the list of songs and artists. He's beginning to get disappointed when he gets into the 20s, but he's soon surprised when he gets to the #32 spot.

Call Me What You Like by Lovejoy is #32 on the UK Charts.

He practically leaps up out of his desk chair when he realizes what he's read. He can't quite tell if the wetness on his cheek is tears of joy or from his eyes watering from yawning and holding his eyes open for hours on end. But he doesn't care, his silly little band has made it. Or, well, it's starting to make it. It's just the first step to becoming known and loved, they can finally get their art out into mainstream media, with new people. They can share their passion with more people.

He's ecstatic, flapping his hands and bouncing around his bedroom floor. It's finally happened. Lovejoy is going to be the indie rock band. And he helped.

Oh my god, he helped!

He goes to rock on his feet as he thinks about what he should do next—obviously, he needs to tweet to thank everyone—should he call his brother? Or maybe his dad, or mum even. He isn't sure where to start first but he seems to go into autopilot as he makes the tweet, taking a photo of him pointing at the computer screen and then another of him flipping out, a blurred and chaotic photo if we're entirely honest. He then texts the LVJY text chat, telling them and showing them photos of it and sending links with it as proof.

And then he calls Tommy, the call is immediately picked up on the other end, a gruff and very Tommy-like hello being muttered on the other end.

"Toms! We're #32 on the charts!" Wilbur exclaims all in one breath, smiling so wide his face hurts and he's giggling from joy. He still bounces on his feet but his hand flapping has died down a little. He spins and jumps around and hopes to God his downstairs neighbors aren't home to be upset at him.

"Really?? Dude, I'm so proud of you!" Tommy replies, and Wilbur is taken aback by how out of character that is—but he takes it, he takes it and he runs with it. His little brother is proud of him.

"Yeah! Yeah! We're finally on the charts man!" His voice is so bright and excited and Tommy laughs at the excitement his big brother exudes.

“You wanna go out and celebrate tomorrow?” Tommy poses the suggestion, voice poking up at the end.

Wilbur quickly nods, “Yeah, of course! Sorry for calling so late by the way--I had to tell someone.” He lets out a small laugh at his own words.

“Glad it was me, big bro.” Tommy’s response and nickname for Wilbur aren't unusual but he can't help from wanting to pick on the younger boy but decides against it.

“Thank you, Toms. I’m gonna head to bed, see you tomorrow?” Wilbur shuffles over to sit on the edge of his bed. 

“Yeah, I’ll text you the plans! Sleep well, bitch.” Tommy lets out an airy laugh and Wilbur mirrors it in response to Tommy being so Tommy.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Love you.”

They bid their final farewells and Wilbur gets up and puts his phone on charge, and then slips into bed.

They’ve finally made it, and it was because of him and his talent. Turns out that anxious thoughts aren't that reliable.

[goodpointsandbadpoints]

1 & 21 - for the writers ask game!! :D

oooh the writer's ask!!! :D ✨ (if you meant the WIP ask just let me know; I am a chronic overthinker. If you did, I'll just do that one too bc I would love that.)

1 . Do you listen to music when you write?

Yes ☺️ because music is one of my favorite things of all time. At the moment, I've been listening to alternative stuff (passion pit, Dave Matthews band, The Color 8, etc. very random but it goes together in my brain).

Picture me putting on my headphones and hitting shuffle on a playlist, then meticulously curating my queue. Then I write.

21. Who is/are your favorite character(s) to write?

Favorite to write... hm.... I keep writing Chris and Jill a lot, so I think they're my favorites in RE right now. OH. But I did start that Ada Separate Ways study and I am having so much fun with that.

Other fandoms: When writing for the Quarry, I love writing Ryan. I write my own personal Star Trek stuff sometimes and the dynamic between Jim and Bones is always fun to write.

I also have some OC's I made a long time ago who I loved because they were the first lesbian characters I ever wrote (back when I was first starting to explore queerness). They live rural, and they meet because one moves to live with her aunt after her dad passes away, and meets the other at a local music group. It's a shy/loud dynamic, and I think I was exploring loneliness and anger when I came up with their story.

thank you for the ask!! 💞

[beautifulmakkaris]

B, C, D, M, S, T

Im interested to see your responses.

Thank you for asking :))

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

HAHAHAH so embarrassing but it's golden (like daylight) was inspired by the fact that I like being the big spoon in my relationship and I thought Lucy would be too

C: What character do you identify with most?

I realised I wrote a lot of my Eternals/Drukkari fic from Druig's POV because I too am in love with Makkari LMAO. Jokes aside, I don't tend to relate too much to characters I write because I like working out their headspaces instead of being stuck in my own for a while. I will say I identified with Lucy in L&Co as a nothern girly myself a lot when she complained about the lack of gravy.

D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?

Ooh, no but if anyone wanted to put together one or had ideas for one to share with me I'd love that! I have playlists for all the ships I've written for but they're all very broad and have like 100+ songs because I'm useless at curating them haha

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd care to share?

Answered here! Although I'm feeling nice, so I'll tell you that the song I've picked to fill the day six prompt for locklyle week is Cornelia Street by Taylor Swift so go listen to that in preparation :))

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Omg SO MANY!! I love a good 'there's only one bed', fake dating (as long as there is communication before anything real happens!!), 'quick kiss me as a distraction/because someone's coming', going undercover together, lots of really fun ones that lead to cute situations.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I always think its really important to remember that fanfic is something that someone has taken the time to write for no reason other than its something they were passionate about, so even if its not my cup of tea, as long as its not exploitative or offensive or bashing on a character/concept just to be mean, I don't really have a problem with it - I just won't read it! AO3 has tags for a reason, filter what you want to read and let other people enjoy what you don't :)

[kogavamp]

Table of Contents

•Intro!

•What happened?

•About Servamp

•New Management

•Activities

•Future plans/goals

•Conclusion!

All art used taken directly from the Servamp anime or official art by Strike Tanaka

Hello hello! My name is Koga, and I’m here today to inform everyone of the reopening of Servamp Amino! I will be going over many important things such as what happened in the last two years since Servamp Amino was privatized, what’s been going on post reopening, and plans for the future! Let’s get started!

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First things first! What happened? Well, I won’t be putting too much detail into it, but around two years ago the former Agent of The Servamp Amino decided it was in the best interest of the community to go on lockdown, not accepting any requests to join. She made this decision because of a reoccurring and rather problematic member that was banned on multiple accounts. However, the Servamp amino never reopened as the Agent wasn’t ready to accept new members yet. Over time, the amino died down due to the lack of new members and few people still came online. Now, roughly two years later, a new team of staff has been established to revive the amino!

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What is Servamp? Servamp is a Japanese Manga series by Strike Tanaka, with an anime adaption. Servamp is about a boy named Mahiru Shirota who picks up what he believes to be a stray cat, who he names Kuro, only to find out it is actually a vampire named Sleepy Ash. Mahiru and Kuro make a contract and become an Eve and Servamp pair–a master and servant vampire.

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As you were told previously, there is a new staff team in Servamp Amino! The former Agent has recently transferred leadership to (in my opinion)the best possible person for the job–Rushi! Rushi was a curator in the Servamp Amino back when it was locked, and has held onto their passion and love for the amino in the two years since. Along with Rushi, we have a team of very passionate individuals determined to make the Servamp Amino even better than before! Our staff team consists of our new Agent, our curators, our welcoming committee, and chat monitors!

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Now obviously for me to really make a convincing argument, I have to give you guys examples of what you can do in the Servamp Amino, and some past events that have been done!

Upcoming/Current Activities

•Icebreaker challenge

•Upcoming Halloween event

•Possible public rewatch of Servamp anime season 1

•Future staff recruitments

•Welcome committee recruitments

•Chat monitor recruitments

•Raffles

•7 Days of ___different categories for Art, Writing, and Edits)

•Character fanclubs

•A community playlist

•Variety of public chats to interact with fellow members

•Roleplays

Past events

•secret santas

•Detective halloween event

•writing contests, art contests, etc.

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And for our plans and goals for the future, we want to not only restore our community, but to make it even better! Our goal is to establish the bustling community that once was, and for that we need all the help we can get! We want to gather new members and boost the activity in our community with lots of fun events and chats for everyone to enjoy! We’re currently in the middle of updating the community and planning future events.

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That brings me to my conclusion! I sincerely hope I covered everything, but if you have questions you can absolutely ask in the comments and I will answer them! On behalf of the staff team and the members of the Servamp Amino, we would all be overjoyed to see new and active faces in the community! We’re small in numbers for now, but we all love Servamp Amino with all our hearts and will gladly welcome everyone into our community! So please, if you are a fan of Servamp or if you have even a slight interest, join us! You by no means need to be an expert. There are plenty of members that would be more than happy to give you pointers on the best place to watch the anime or read the manga. We’re both anime and manga friendly!

Eternal love,

Koga!

[theartofsomething]

The Undecided Advocate/Activist’s Manifesto

Throughout life, I have felt a desire to help others by spreading awareness. I have been referred to as an advocate by my mother since I was very young, and as I get older it has become more and more of a compliment. It has become something I consciously work every day to be, for both myself, and others. I believe in constant change fueled by education and awareness. I feel as though these things should be a regular part of conversation to improve the well-being of our and other’s lives. In addition, I feel it is our responsibility as human-beings to advocate for others through activism.

Not Seen on TV

I chose to evaluate a short film, Re-Enactment, and observe its execution of videography in expressing its main themes. The film revolves around a man casually walking around the city with a presumably loaded handgun. When evaluating the reason for the film to be made, my mind took me to gun violence, gun laws, and the illustration of these things. While potentially incorrect, I felt and still feel as though the reason for the film to be filmed at all was to illustrate the potential violence as a result of lax gun laws and gun violence prevention or intervention.

Plotting

When asked to share a story containing a complete plot, I chose to share a personal story of a time that deeply affected me. I shared the story of a judicial review I attended in which a case of The Department of Children and Families was reviewed, and the ultimate decision resulted in the reunification of a family I had worked with for many months. In the end, or the conclusion, the mother thanked me and accredited me for the success of the case by sharing my experience with her and influencing the ultimate decision. Knowing that she felt so strongly that I had helped her by advocating for her left me concrete in my decision that advocacy was something I am passionate about.

Musical Theme

When asked to pick a musical theme and curate a playlist dedicated to this theme, I chose drugs and drug addiction. I did so because I am familiar with the topic and am passionate about it as well. Working with often a drug addicted population, I have become both emotionally and professionally dedicated to spreading awareness about substance abuse issues. Equivocally, the songs I choose to represent this theme of drugs and drug addiction are focused on sympathizing with the addict, and understanding how severe and serious addiction is.

Poetic License

Similar to my “Plotting” assignment, for this assignment I was asked to find a poem that spoke to me. I ended up choosing “Foster Care” by Terry Wolverton. The poem expresses the feelings of a child and their sibling in the foster care system, away from their parents. It touches on the emotions and effects on children that being in such a position cause in both short- and long-term situations. Sharing these feelings and experiences spreads awareness and advocates for the feeling of the child(ren).

The End

Throughout the creation of my own, personal manifesto, I have reconnected with the passion I have for both activism and the advocacy of others. While it has always been a part of my life and what I do, I had forgotten it was a part of me and my character. I believe that may be why I have also had such an appreciation for the arts. Because, art often shares emotion, advocating for people’s feelings and beliefs. It is a long-practiced form at “Artivism”. I plan to continue incorporating standing up for what is right and for those who are unable to stand up for themselves in my everyday life and continue appreciating art for the variation of activism that it is.

[lethesbeastie]

1, 31, 46 for ask game

1. who is/are your comfort character(s)?

Currently, Chorus, as I'm sure has been somewhat obvious akfhsjf but I also cycle through a few other comfort characters depending on what exactly I'm dealing with. Scarlet and Morpheus tend to be my go-to comfort characters outside of hyperfocus

31. what type of music keeps you grounded?

There isn't really a specific genre or artist, but I do have a Playlist of songs that I've curated due to their connections to certain traumas/struggles I've gone through. Specifically, Monster by Missio is my go to, followed by Achilles come down, Monster by call me karisma, and old little girls by the jezabels.

46. favorite holiday film?

Strangely enough, I don't really have a favorite holiday film? I enjoy most of the classics (—And Hate Elf With A Passion But That's A Me Thing—), but none of them really stick out as ones I super enjoy. However, I'm not sure if it really counts, but I did enjoy Rise of the Guardians a lot? So I guess that's my answer?? I'm a bit weird when it comes to most holidays

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hello mr s! i was just wondering, as someone who organizes their blog, what is the most satisfying thing in running a fanblog for you? i've been toying with the idea of opening up my own sideblog, but i get caught up in the minutia of tagging and organizing instead of just reblogging everything in sight, lol.

i know i can just not tag stuff and let it be a collective mishmash of my interests, but as someone who also likes to hoard usernames it feels like a waste if i don't make use of those as well, y'know?

tl;dr: do u (or anyone else willing to share) have any advice for setting up your own public digital journal?

Hey, sweetheart!

This is a really interesting question that I've not thought about before! So, thanks for the ask 😘

But, first off, I have to say, if you wanna make a sideblog: do it!!

You don't have to tag anything, like you said. And I wouldn't feel bad about not tagging things if you could help it at all. It's your blog, your rules. Hell, half the time Tumblr's tags don't work anyway, so what's the difference? It's not like other social media where tags can drive discovery. In my experience, tags don't really do much. Moreso, I find that reblogs change who sees your posts, not how you tag or don't tag them. And lots of people change their usernames all the time, so I don't see a problem with not tagging there either. I would just get out there and do it!

But, since you asked:

I think the most satisfying thing, to me, about organizing my blog is when something comes up that reminds me of something I've seen before in fandom and because I tag my blog the way I do, I can go back and find exactly what I was looking for. (Even if it sometimes is a longer process with Tumblr's broken search function, lol).

What I mean is, for example, when I get an ask that reminds me of a piece of fan art I've seen floating around, so I can go back through my tags to find it, and then I can link the ask back to the fan art directly. I just find that satisfying. It scratches an inch in my brain to connect the dots.

However, I will say, I'm also a very organization oriented guy, so I can't really imagine running a blog any other way, y'know? This is how my brain works. I tag because I like organizing things, keeping it all neat and orderly. I write the way I do because I overexplain and get lost in detail rather than seeing the overall big picture.

As far as satisfying things about running a fan blog--generally, with organization aside--is the outlet and joy it provides me with.

This blog is a creative outlet, it let's me express and explore a lot of stuff through my own writing and through interacting with other writers' or artists' or whoevers' stuff. I love these characters, these people, so why wouldn't I want to spend more time with them, considering what they would do in any situation I could concieve of? Of course, too, I enjoy making stuff. I know I'm a workaholic, but I also feel like I just have a large appetite for creative exercise. I write. I draw. I sculpt. I like fashion. I curate playlists religiously. I take photos. I like having projects and churning out stuff more than I like having finished projects. The journey is where it's at to me, I don't really give a fuck about the polished, finished outcome. So, it's nice to have different ideas going from fics to asks to drabbles. It's great to have a place for my thoughts. And it's very rewarding to have input from other passionate people, too!

There's joy in fan blogs, too. I said it above, but there's all this input from other passionate people that I adore. That's magic to me. Not to mention, where else can I see tons and tons of pieces of art and millions and millions of words about the same characters finding each other again and again? That is incredible, and I will eat it up. There can be drama, yeah, but with some procuring, it's just a fuck ton of love. I love these characters. I love these people. I love seeing everyone share that.

And advice...

I would just dive in.

If you do feel like you want to tag but aren't totally sure, keep it simple so it's easy. You don't have to be exhaustive--remember that this is all fleeting and flexible. As easy as it is to fall in love with characters and people, it is to fall out of love. Your tags don't have to stay the same. Your username can change. You're not obligated to stay in the same fandom forever. You don't need to create to be in fandom, reblogs and admirers are just as important. The whole point is enjoyment. If you're not enjoying your experience, do what it takes to change that and make it good again. There's no money in fandom, it's not a job or an obligation, it's playtime, as unserious as making friends on the playground because you both like dinosaurs and your favorite colors are red and blue and those colors look good next to each other. Just enjoy.

I hope some of that helped, lol.

[vitaminkyeom]

In the midst of exam stress, Sarah's birthday dawned, a day that seemed destined to be lost in the pages of textbooks. Yet, Mingyu, understanding the weight of the academic journey, set out to sprinkle a touch of warmth into her special day.

He surprised her with a coffee date at a cozy corner cafe, away from the relentless whirlwind of exams. As the rich aroma of coffee enveloped them, Mingyu handed Sarah a handwritten letter expressing his admiration for her strength and determination.

In the quaint cafe, they shared a quiet moment, the clinking of coffee cups and soft laughter creating a melody of comfort. Mingyu then presented her with a small, carefully wrapped package. Inside was a custom-made bracelet, each bead representing a shared moment and a reminder that they were weaving a story together.

As they sipped their coffee, Mingyu revealed a playlist he had curated just for her. Each song held a memory or a sentiment, transforming the café into their own intimate universe. The tunes became a backdrop for shared smiles and stolen glances.

Later, as the evening unfolded, Mingyu led Sarah to a nearby park adorned with fairy lights. He had arranged for a blanket under a starlit sky, turning the ordinary into something extraordinary. Mingyu gifted her a book, a collection of poetry that mirrored their journey, with annotations and love notes tucked between the pages.

Underneath the twinkling lights, surrounded by the soft glow of their shared laughter, Sarah felt a sense of peace. Mingyu whispered, "In the midst of exams, I wanted to create a moment where you could simply be." And in that serene setting, they celebrated Sarah's birthday, finding beauty in simplicity and creating memories that transcended the pressures of exams.

💖My Dearest Sarah💖

As the clock counts the seconds of our busy lives and the academic world demands our attention, I wanted to take a moment to pour my heart out to you on this special day your birthday.

In the midst of deadlines and the relentless pursuit of knowledge, your brilliance lights up my universe. Your dedication and strength, especially during exams, are like constellations guiding me through the challenges of life. I wanted this day to be a celebration of you, the extraordinary person who turns every struggle into a triumph.

Imagine us in a cozy corner of a cafe, the air filled with the rich aroma of coffee. In this intimate space, I hope you can feel the depth of my admiration for you. Enclosed is a bracelet, not just a piece of jewelry but a symbol of our shared moments. Each bead represents a memory, a shared dream, a secret smile a testament to the unique connection we share.

I've curated a playlist, a symphony of melodies that resonates with the rhythm of our journey. Let these tunes be the backdrop to our coffee date, a harmonious accompaniment to the laughter and shared glances that make our connection special.

Later, under a blanket of stars, I've arranged a haven—a place away from the chaos where we can bask in the magic of our love. Here, I gift you a book of poetry, a reflection of the profound beauty I see in you. Between the lines, you'll find expressions of my deepest feelings, annotations of our shared experiences.

On this day, I want to create a haven for you, a space where the stresses of exams fade away, and the focus is solely on the extraordinary person you are. Happy birthday, my love. May this day be a chapter in our romance, written with the ink of passion and sealed with the promise of a future filled with love.

Forever Yours

Mingyu

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this has truly reduced me to shambles omg 😭😭😭 i read this again and again and again because no matter how many times i read, i could not get rid of the giddy feeling.

reading this made me so so happy i really can't express it.

this was so sweet TT everyone deserves a mingyu in their life, someone who's going to love them so much and someone as thoughtful as this character.

omg thank you so so much for writing this it really made my day i loved reading this so much TT

[citrusinfused]

hi yall ! my name is ollie, and i'm the author and curator of a novel in progress called Citrus Infused (ci for short). Citrus Infused is a passion project i started in late 2021 and has since grown into something i never thought it would. for now, this is its home.

thanks for stopping by! enjoy your stay. ☕💛

about me

my name is ollie m. jenks. i've been writing since i was about 12 years old and i have a passion for worldbuilding and character creation. i've read and written a lot of various fantasy content and find that it's my favorite genre. i plan to publish citrus infused one day, whether it be just printing a few copies to mail to my friends or putting paperback copies on shelves. i'm extremely enthusiastic about this book & would love to hear a thing or two about it from you. asks are always open.

tagging system

work in progress

links

citrus infused character aesthetics

citrus infused worldbuilding

az & asteraoth spotify playlist

FAQ

(posted soon)

[richincolor]

Interview with Axie Oh

We’re excited to feature an interview with Axie Oh today. It’s release day for her latest novel, XOXO.

Cello prodigy Jenny has one goal: to get into a prestigious music conservatory. When she meets mysterious, handsome Jaewoo in her uncle’s Los Angeles karaoke bar, it’s clear he’s the kind of boy who would uproot her careful plans. But in a moment of spontaneity, she allows him to pull her out of her comfort zone for one unforgettable night of adventure…before he disappears without a word.

Three months later, when Jenny and her mother arrive in South Korea to take care of her ailing grandmother, she’s shocked to discover that Jaewoo is a student at the same elite arts academy where she’s enrolled for the semester. And he’s not just any student. He’s a member of one of the biggest K-pop bands in the world—and he’s strictly forbidden from dating.

When a relationship means throwing Jenny’s life off the path she’s spent years mapping out, she’ll have to decide once and for all just how much she’s willing to risk for love.

*There will be several online events to help celebrate release week and you can find out more about those here.

Congratulations and happy release day. Thanks so much for taking the time to share a little bit about your writing. I just re-read XOXO and it was even more fun the second time through. I had so many smiles and plenty of laughter. I also had to find and listen to a few songs along the way as music is such a big part of the story.

Axie: Ah, I love that!

Jenny is clearly a music lover–though K-pop isn’t exactly at the top of her playlists. Has music and/or K-pop always been important in your life?

Axie: It has! My mother, who immigrated to the US when she was in high school, listened to Korean music—though I’m not sure if that would be considered K-pop at the time, and so did my older brother. In elementary school, I was into 1st generation K-pop groups like Fin.K.L and Shinhwa, then in middle school I was obsessed with Super Junior, and finally in high school and college, my favorite groups were Big Bang and Exo, among so many others. BTS debuted in 2013 right after I graduated from college, and I was a fan of theirs from the beginning!

Is there a K-pop song you’re loving right now or a K-pop group you think people should listen to immediately?

Axie: Right now I’m really into TXT and ENHYPEN’s music. If you like BTS, you should give them a listen! See the below question for what songs I think you should listen to immediately!

I’ve seen playlists for Rebel Seoul and Rogue Heart. Do you make one for all of your novels?

Axie: I do! I make playlists after each book I write as something fun for myself and they also provide some nice extra content for readers. I recently shared my playlist for XOXO, which I spent months on—it’s a K-pop book so I really wanted to showcase a variety of artists, and curate it well with songs that fit the book’s mood and tone. I even attempted to match each song to a chapter, so there are 40 songs on the playlist! You can check out the Spotify playlist here.

Do you feel like you are finished with the characters in XOXO or is there a possible follow-up?

Axie: I wrote XOXO as a standalone, but if my publisher came knocking, I wouldn’t say no!

What did you like about going from writing sci-fi books to writing a contemporary romance?

Axie: I liked exploring a completely new genre with so many fun, familiar tropes. And XOXO in particular is a very light-hearted and happy book, much different than my moody, atmospheric sci-fi series. Though there *is* worldbuilding involved in writing a contemporary, it’s not as intense as a sci-fi novel, so that was also nice for me!

And I see your next publication The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is a fantasy re-telling. Are there things about writing a fantasy that you’ve appreciated?

Axie: Fantasy as a genre is actually my first love, and retellings my favorite subgenre of fantasy. I love how in fantasy you can explore new worlds, and there are no limits to one’s imagination.

No matter the genre, what do you love about writing and what can be a challenge?

Axie: As a generally private person, I love how through writing I can share parts of myself with others. I feel like I express myself best through fiction. I also definitely don’t feel like I create in a vacuum, but in conversation with others. What I mean by this is that I’m inspired by other forms of media when creating my own stories. For example, XOXO is inspired by my love of K-dramas, the Rebel Seoul series is a love letter to mecha anime, and The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea is my addition to the YA retelling subgenre of books, like those written by Robin McKinley and Diana Wynne Jones.

As for challenges, there are so many—difficult revisions, bad writing days, comparing myself to other writers—but at the end of the day, the need to express myself through writing is most important to me than all the rest combined.

What are your most anticipated reads that haven’t been published yet?

Axie: I blurbed a few books that I’m very excited about! Nafiza Azad’s sophomore novel THE WILD ONES releases next month and it’s absolutely stunning. If you liked XOXO, and were curious what it’s like to be a non-Korean idol in the K-pop world—in this case, Chinese American—then check out Alexandra Leigh Young’s IDOL GOSSIP, out in September. And lastly, Julie Abe’s YA contemporary debut, THE CHARMED LIST, is as charming as it sounds, about two childhood best friends to enemies to lovers who go on a road trip together—they also happen to wield magic! This one isn’t out until Summer 2022.

We’re looking forward to seeing XOXO out in the world soon and having a group discussion here on the blog about it too! Thanks again.

Axie: Thank you for having me!! This interview was so much fun ☺

Axie Oh is a first generation Korean American, born in NYC and raised in New Jersey. She studied Korean history and creative writing as an undergrad at the University of California – San Diego and holds an MFA from Lesley University in Writing for Young People. Her passions include K-pop, anime, stationery supplies, and milk tea. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada with her puppy, Toro.

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