#even if it’s like this album it’s still like

[hoe4hotchner]

hi! could I request singer reader dating Aaron and the BAU doesn't KNOW but founds out after she drops her album/song about him (I'm thinking juno, bed chem by Sabrina etc).

Valkyrie | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x singer fem!reader | WC: 0.9k | CW: No use of Y/N, but reader's stage name is Valkyrie in this, Fluff, relationship

The team had scattered across the bullpen, taking a rare break between interviews and paperwork. Penelope, however, was anything but quiet. She was vibrating with excitement as she stormed into the room, tablet in hand and an undeniable spark in her eyes.

“Okay, stop everything you’re doing,” she announced dramatically, catching everyone’s attention. “Have you heard this new album?”

Emily, sitting at her desk, glanced up with a smirk. “What album?”

She held up her tablet like it was a piece of holy scripture. “Valkyrie’s new album just dropped. I’m telling you, it is life-changing, soul-touching, cry-your-eyes-out amazing.”

You were Valkyrie - the pop sensation who had taken the world by storm over the last couple of months. Known for your breathtaking voice, and your way of writing lyrics that felt personal even to the audience, like you were pulling the words straight from your soul. What the team didn’t know was that Valkyrie, the woman with chart-topping hits, was Hotch’s girlfriend - and the subject of your latest songs? Well, that was him.

"Valkyrie? Isn’t she that singer you’ve been obsessed over lately?" Derek asked, teasing.

“First of all, it’s not an obsession; it’s an appreciation of an amazing artist. And second,” Garcia held her finger up for dramatic effect, “her new album, Into You, is… well, I’m not saying it’s about someone in her life, but these lyrics, guys… they’re personal.”

Spencer, ever the analyst, raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think it’s about someone specific?”

“Oh, Spence,” Garcia sighed dramatically, tapping her tablet to pull up the lyrics. “Just listen to this - ‘Your steady presence holds me still when the world spins too fast. In your arms, I finally find my way home.’ Does that not sound like she’s writing about someone she loves?”

JJ tilted her head, intrigued. “It does sound pretty intimate.”

Derek grinned. “Sounds like someone’s in love.”

Emily leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “I wonder who it’s about.”

Meanwhile, Hotch had been quietly observing the conversation from his office, a small, secretive smile playing on his lips. The lyrics they were quoting were all too familiar to him. He’d heard them months ago when Valkyrie - well, you - had played the demo for him late one night, curled up together in his living room. You’d been nervous, watching him for a reaction as your voice filled the room. But there had been nothing but pride in his chest, knowing how deeply you felt for him.

"Hotch!" Derek’s voice called as he stepped out of his office. “You ever listen to this stuff?”

Hotch looked up, his calm mask firmly in place. “Occasionally.”

“Occasionally?” Garcia gasped, horrified at his indifference. “Aaron Hotchner, how can you be so nonchalant about THE Valkyrie?”

He merely raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral. “I’m aware of her work.”

Spencer, still analyzing, added, “There’s been a lot of speculation about who her songs are about. She’s private, so no one really knows who she’s dating.”

Derek chuckled. “She’s probably dating some regular guy, someone outside the spotlight.”

At that, Hotch couldn’t help but suppress a grin. He supposed, in a way, he was that regular guy - well, as regular as the head of the BAU could be.

Just then, Garcia pressed play on the song, and your voice flowed through the speakers, soft and intimate. It was the song you’d written just for him, though no one else knew that. The one that talked about finding calm in the chaos, about love that was steady and unwavering.

JJ’s brow furrowed as she listened closely, some of the lyrics sounding a little too familiar, her eyes drifting toward Hotch, catching the subtle change in his expression. “Wait… Hotch, you wouldn’t happen to know something about this, would you?”

The team went quiet as all eyes turned to him. Hotch met JJ’s gaze, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. He debated for a moment how much he should reveal. You had both agreed to keep things quiet after all, your lives were public enough without everyone knowing about your relationship. But as he looked at his team, he realized it was time.

“I do,” Hotch finally said, his voice steady.

Garcia’s eyes went wide, her tablet nearly slipping from her hands. “WAIT… WHAT?”

Derek blinked in disbelief. “No way.”

“You and Valkyrie?” Emily asked her tone somewhere between astonishment and amusement.

Hotch’s small smile grew a little. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

The bullpen exploded into noise - questions, laughter, disbelief. Garcia was beside herself. “YOU’VE BEEN DATING VALKYRIE AND DIDN’T TELL US?”

Hotch shrugged slightly. “It wasn’t relevant to the job.”

Emily shook her head, grinning. “I can’t believe you kept this a secret.”

“Believe it,” Hotch replied, his tone light but still full of pride.

Penelope, still in shock, glanced at the tablet, then back at Hotch. “That song - this whole album - it’s about you, isn’t it?”

Hotch didn’t need to answer, but the look in his eyes was enough confirmation. Spencer, still processing, muttered, “Well, that certainly explains the lyrics.”

As the team bombarded him with questions, Hotch’s mind wandered back to you. Despite the craziness of your life in the public eye and his demanding career, you had found something rare and beautiful together. And now, it seemed, the secret was out - but somehow, he didn’t mind.

[signanothername]

Could we have some soft/comfort headcannons about anyone of your choosing? It's election night and I really would like something soft for my brain to chew on instead of worry all night

Absolutely!

Imma give you a bunch of different little guys <333

———

Killer:

-his cats help him a lot with sleep problems, they make him calm enough to the point of actually closing his eyes whenever he’s with them (reminder that he usually sleeps with one eye open xhxbbx)

-after he’s saved, he gradually becomes better at eating, he still avoids food that reminds him of the past but becomes more accepting of other types of food, eventually getting his bone mass and weight back, going from lanky to chubby <3333

-he eventually accepts the state of his soul and instead of trying to fix it, he tries to understand it, understand himself, he becomes a lot more gentle with his own self

———

Color:

-he has albums upon albums full of pictures he took over the years, filled with places he visited, pictures of people he loves and moments he cherishes

-he’s very connected with so many people, and a lot of people find him to be a great confidant, he does a lot to help people where he can, he eventually gets the good he gave back with people taking care of him

-he’s in a queer platonic relationship with Delta and Epic

———

Nightmare:

-he has piles upon piles of gifts Dream gave him for their birthday over the years, he never got rid of any of them, these gifts are something he cherishes dearly

-he’s the one to introduce Killer to Ccino’s cafe, he actually did that with no ill intentions, and Nightmare himself is not really sure why he went out of his way to introduce Killer to the cafe

-he and Dream sometimes sit beside their mother in silence, just taking everything in, taking each other presence in, not talking or interacting, Nightmare feels peaceful during these moments, it’s the closest thing to the same feelings he had as a happy child

———

Dream:

-even though he has a fallout with Ink, he eventually remedies his relationship with them, they become best friends again

-whenever life gets too much, he goes to Swap’s house and stays with the swap bros, it helps immensely

-Dream never expects to receive anything on his birthday, that expectation is broken when he receives a gift from Nightmare, he never got another gift afterwards, it’s only that one gift, but it’s the entire world to him

———

Error:

-he thinks of Ink as his bestest friend in the world, he’d never admit that out loud tho dhdhhdhdh (they’re frenemies)

-he loves geno and Fresh dearly, they’re his proclaimed siblings, he’s more open about his love with them

-he actually takes commissions by making dolls for people who want them in exchange for chocolate as payment (his chocolate stock never runs out zgxggx)

———

Horror:

-He eventually finds a better relationship with food

-he succeeds at escaping from Nightmare and managing to keep his AU (and most importantly his brother) safe in the process

-he finds himself becoming best friends with Farm

———

Ink:

-his art is something others never see, but surprisingly, if you had the chance to see it, then you’d find it’s art the people they love most

-their fallout with Dream actually hurt him, so when he and Dream got back to being besties, they felt very happy about it

-he loves spending time with Color, Epic and Delta cause of their constant traveling habits, they’re very entertaining to be around

-while they spend most his time in the doodlesphere, the second place you’ll most likely see them in is with their parents in the omega timeline, he loves them with all his heart

———

These are the ones I can think of off the top of my head hdhdhdhdh hope they’re enough to rotate in your brain all day <333333

[lovecla]

TAKE IT EASY (OTHERWISE I’M LEAVING) | connor bedard.

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, single chapter:

ᡣ𐭩 — pair: connor bedard x fmc (olivia)

ᡣ𐭩 — synopsis: in which connor bedard’s girlfiend, olivia, is tired of seeing her boyfriend destroy himself every single day.

ᡣ𐭩 — word count: 3.1k

ᡣ𐭩 — chapter warnings: inspired by the song “you” by chase atlantic, angst, hurt with a dash of comfort.

ᡣ𐭩 — from me to you: the second chase atlantic released this album i knew i had to write something inspired by it. i missed writing for bedsy and since he’s our golden, hardworking boy, i thought this was very fitting. hope u like it 🤍

ᯓᡣ𐭩

but you've been diggin' up the truth

haven't slept in like four nights now

blame it on substance abuse

out in the deep end, i'm swimmin', i'm swimmin' again

YOU WOKE up startled with the loud bang coming from somewhere inside your apartment, your whole body jumping and your heart starting to race inside your chest.

Now, almost fully awake, you stare at the clock sitting on your bedside table, reading the time. 4:13 a.m., and when you pat the other side of the bed, where your boyfriend of two years should be laying, you frown as you find it empty and lukewarm to the touch.

“Connor?” You whisper, scared to wake him up unnecessarily, even if you knew he wasn’t lying with you in bed. Again.

You get up, the fabric of his old Blackhawks sweater heating up your skin, as you put on your slippers and leave the bedroom, noticing traces of Connor’s absence here and there— his slippers aren’t by his side of the bed, his duffel bag isn’t on the hallway like it usually is, his water bottle isn’t on the couch like he had left it last night, when you both went no sleep at one in the morning.

So that’s why you don’t understand what he’s doing by the front door, ready to leave, even if he had only slept for three hours.

“Connor?” You call again, watching as his blue eyes look at you, surprise and guilt decorating his expression like a famous painting hanging on the Louvre’s wall. “What are you doing?”

Your voice is still soft, and despite the scare, your eyes can barely stay open. You’re tired, tonight was the first night you had allowed yourself to sleep freely since now you were done with your exams. And you were happy because you managed to convince Connor to come home earlier, at eleven instead of midnight, just so you could spend some time together, like you used to do when you started dating.

“Liv, hey,” he whispers, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

That’s when you realize what he’s doing. The bag, the stick on his hand, the outfit. He’s—

“Are you serious right now?” You take a deep breath, trying to maintain your composure. “You’re going to the rink? At four in the morning?”

“Baby, you know I need to,” he tries to sound convincing and if it wasn’t for the fact that this is probably the hundredth time he’s done this, you would’ve actually believed him. “We have a game coming up and—”

“Yes, I am well aware of that, Connor. But you went to sleep at one. Two nights ago, you also went to sleep at one and woke up at five. And the night before, and the night before that too.”

You don’t try to hide your feelings anymore. You want him to know you’re upset, and you want him to know that this, whatever the hell he’s doing, isn’t okay.

“I know, baby, but you know I have to keep practicing so I can help the guys.” He’s now facing you, his body visibly tense.

“That doesn’t even make sense, Connor, what the hell. There are other twenty fucking people in your team, you’re not the only player there. It’s not your responsibility only!” You cover your face with your hands, truly upset.

“Liv,” he calls your name, and it hurts to even hear it, because his voice is so full of guilt and shame. It makes you feel sick. “You’re not being reasonable right now. This is the NHL. You know how hard I’ve worked for this. There are people counting on me.”

“And I’m not one of them?” You whisper, making eye contact again, only to realize you’re not strong enough to have this conversation at four in the morning.

“Liv—”

“It’s fine, Connor. Go to practice.” You sigh, making your way back to the bedroom, praying that he doesn’t notice the tears running down your cheeks.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

you said, "take it easy, otherwise i'm leaving

yeah, i don't wanna stay and watch you die",

ᯓᡣ𐭩

CONNOR HAD an injury.

His jaw had been fractured, and he had to go to surgery to fix it. You were in the arena watching the game with Connor’s sister when it happened, and you had never been so scared.

You know Hockey is about hitting people as much as it is about playing and winning, but you won’t lie and say your heart doesn’t hurt inside your chest whenever you see Connor getting hurt on the ice.

And you aren’t dumb. You know that some players will purposefully hurt him just because he’s good. And even if people aren’t one hundred percent sure that that is what happened that night, you still remember the terrible feeling of losing when you were in the ambulance with Connor to the hospital, trying your hardest not to cry in front of anyone because you know what they would say.

She’s not tough enough to date a NHL player.

But you believed yourself to be tough. The only problem with all of this is that you knew Bedard would never take great care of himself, meaning that you’d have to be with him twenty-four-seven, which wouldn’t be a problem, if only he accepted your help.

Now, four weeks after the surgery, you’re inside the United Center, the Blackhawks arena in Chicago, stomping your feet as you walk towards the rink, the sound of your steps being muffled by Connor’s constant skating.

“Connor.”

You have to call him a few times so that he can finally get out of his head and look at you; once again, those blameworthy eyes looking down at you, as he skates closer to the benches where you were standing.

“Liv.”

“What do you think you’re doing, Connor?” You snap. “You’re supposed to be resting. You’re definitely not supposed to be on the ice.”

“I know, but my jaw is just fine. It doesn’t even hurt anymore.” He removes his helmet, running his gloved hand through his hair.

“It didn’t seem like it was fine last night when you had to swallow a bunch of pain pills because it was hurting. Connor, don’t you see what you’re doing to yourself?” You can feel your face heating up, and you’re trying so hard to keep your shit together but— “You have to allow your body to rest. If you keep up with this, you won’t get better—”

“That’s not an option, Liv, and you know it,” he hissed back, now looking more distressed than guilty. “This is my life. And I did allow myself to rest, I spent four weeks doing absolutely nothing, just like the doctor asked me to.”

“He said six to eight weeks, Connor,” you sigh, tired, not actually believing you’re having this conversation with him. “Please. Just think about how I feel when I know you’re not well enough to be here yet you still are.”

He pressed his lips together, placing his stick on the floor next to him and moving his helmet around his hands.

“Liv, you know I love you but this— Hockey is what I am. It’s what I do. You have to understand—”

“And I have done nothing but understand you!” You shout, finally losing your cool and snapping at him, your loud voice echoing through the empty arena’s walls. Connor takes a step back, but now you’ve already started and you won’t can’t stop. “Ever since we met, I have been nothing but understanding. I stood by your side at all times, even when what you were doing wasn’t healthy for you!”

“Olivia—”

“I went to sleep alone and cried more nights than you could ever imagine,” your voice cracks, and your stubborn tears are already rolling down your face. “I still supported you no matter what. I cooked your meals, I packed your bags, I went to those ridiculous gala dinners and I did it all with pleasure because I love you and you’re supposed to do these types of things for the people you love!”

“Baby—”

“So you don’t get to stand in front of me and ask me to understand how badly you treat yourself and how you don’t care about anything else besides Hockey when I gave up everything to be with you!” You try to wipe your face, stepping back when Connor tries to reach you. He frowns when you flinch. “I gave up my freedom because I wanted to be with you and God knows I’d do it all over again because I fucking love you.”

“Baby, I know all of this and I’m grateful, I really am but—”

You let out a wet chuckle, shaking your head. “There’s always a but with you.”

“Hockey is important to me, baby.”

“And I am not.”

The silence after your words is cruel, and it tears you apart, scratching your skin and making your insides hurt. His blue eyes, your favorite color to ever exist, are also filled with tears and you hate to see it. You hate to feel bad about saying these things.

The thing about loving someone is that the thread between giving up yourself for them and giving yourself to them is really thin.

You love Connor Bedard. Have loved him for years now. He makes you happy, he listens to you, he’s your best friend.

“You know that’s not true, Liv,” he gets closer, the sound of his skates hitting the ice making you want to puke. “You know you’re more important to me than any of this. You know I love you.”

“No, Connor, I don’t,” you whisper, smiling even when all you feel is pain. “I can’t do this. I won’t watch you d-destroy yourself and not do anything.”

He removes his gloves quickly and grabs your wrist, cold fingers holding your arm down. “Olivia, wait.”

“No,” You shake your head. “I need time. Sorry.”

You don’t look at his face as you leave the arena, and you certainly don’t listen to his voice shouting your name, over and over again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

i don't know what to do

i’m stuck in a loop, stuck in a loop

ᯓᡣ𐭩

HE WATCHES you talking to the children from afar.

You’re sitting on the floor, and it’s so obvious you’re better different from everyone else at the party. The children surround you like you’re their favorite princess or superhero, all of them wanting a little bit of your attention.

Connor feels like he should be offended, since those kids were there to see his team in the first place. It was some kind of reunion Foligno arranged with the media team, inviting some of his son’s friends and some other children with less opportunities.

But he isn’t. First of all, he’s thankful because if it weren’t for your charm, he would be the one having to deal with the children, something he wasn’t very fond of. Sure, he likes kids and he’s happy they like him, but if he could avoid social interactions, he would.

Besides that, watching you happy is something that he had missed, and he feels like shit for it. He knows he hasn’t been a good boyfriend, and he knows he should do better. Ever since that one night at the rink, you haven’t been the same.

But if he thinks about it too much, he realizes that you haven’t been yourself for a long time now.

And it hurts.

It hurts because he doesn’t know what to do. He loves you, the very first girl he fell in love with, but he also loves Hockey. As a young player in the NHL, he feels like he constantly needs to prove himself to others, and since people give him so much attention, he needs to keep on being a good player.

He doesn’t know how to balance things, how not to spend hours and hours without end on the ice, muting all of his doubts and worries while he keeps throwing the puck in the net.

You smile at a little boy who’s now handing you a flower, and Connor smiles as he watches you ask the little boy to put it on your hair, laughing when the other kids stop their babbling to clap at your newest look.

You make eye contact with him, and he feels himself getting devastated when he notices that the shine in your eyes lessened a little when you looked at him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩

(why do you hate me?)

i could never hate you, despite the words that you've been sayin'

i’ve been having breakthroughs

and hoping you were proud, just maybe

anxiety drives me insane, and my newest addiction is pain

i know i said it was a ‘phase’

five years later, still stuck in my brain

ᯓᡣ𐭩

CLOSING THE front door with a sigh, you let your first sob out. The tears won’t stop, and you don’t bother to wipe them, it would be pointless.

All you want to do is slide down to the floor and stay there, letting the hardwood hurt your back and get you dirty, but you can’t. Your car decided to break in the middle of the road on your way back from college, and you had to walk until you found the nearest telephone to call your insurance company, which would’ve been fine if it weren’t for the terrible storm going on, the water drops penetrating your thin shirt like you weren’t even wearing anything in the first place.

It’s just one of those days where everything that could possibly go wrong goes wrong, but you’re already so fed up with life lately that this all seems too much.

“Liv? What happened, baby?”

You lift your head up faster than you should've, because now you can see tiny, black dots floating around in your vision. You weren’t expecting to see Connor at your house, much less wearing the apron you gave him when he prepared his first dish by himself two years ago— a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

“Connor,” you whisper, not looking him in the eye. “I didn’t know you were here.”

“I texted you,” he says, removing the apron that read “cook it yourself, cunt”. “What happened, baby? Are you hurt?”

You don’t say anything, mostly because you’re certain that if you let one little word slip past your lips you’ll start crying uncontrollably once again, so you just shake your head and leave your things on the floor beside you, walking past him so you could get to your room.

He’s quick to follow, though, watching as you remove your wet clothes and get in the shower, both of you silent and lost in your own thoughts.

Not talking to Connor about your feelings feels weird, but you can’t help but feel like you’re holding him back. It’s sickening, because all you want is to stay with him and be happy, but sometimes loving is also letting go.

You get out of the shower, feeling the tears coming back when you spot the change of clothes Connor left for you on top of the toilet lid— his shirt, his pants, your favorite panties.

He knows you too well. He knows who you are as a person and he knows who you want to become. He knows your fears and your ambitions, he knows your dreams and hopes. He knows what you stand for and what you absolutely despise.

He knows you.

You change, and leave the bathroom quickly, wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep for days.

“Some lady from your insurance company just called, saying your car will be ready next week,” Connor says, and only then you noticed he’d been standing next to your wardrobe the entire time, crossed arms in front of his chest. “Why didn’t you tell me your car was broken?”

You shrug. “I knew you were at practice. Didn’t want to bother you.”

“So you walked home? In the rain?” You can tell by his tone that he’s upset, but there’s nothing much you can do.

“I mean, what did you want me to do?” You scoff. “My phone died and I had no cash on me. And honestly, we both know that you would never leave the ice for something like this.”

“Liv, you know that’s not true,” he whispers, getting closer to you. “You know that I’d leave at any moment if I even knew you needed me.”

“Whatever,” you mumble before reaching for your phone in your bag, the device thankfully still dry, and put it to charge, removing the hundreds of pillows you have on top of your bed and throwing them on the carpet floor, already visualizing the amazing sleep you’d have.

“What are you doing?” You feel his hands on your back, his body closer to yours than it’s been in a while. “You haven’t had dinner yet. I cooked…”

His sad tone makes you break again, and you hate yourself for it. But you still love him so much, and it hurts to see what you’ve become.

“Liv, please, tell me what’s wrong,” he pleads, turning you around and wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’ll fix it, I promise. Just tell me what’s wrong, baby.”

“Can you fix us?” You whisper, resting your head against his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. He smells like home and the winter. “Can you fix what we’ve become?”

He’s quiet for a while, long fingers caressing your hair, like he used to do back when you had started dating.

“I’m trying, I swear I am,” he whispers back, and you can finally hear genuineness in his voice. “You’re everything to me, baby, and I won’t lose you.”

“I’m not asking you to give up on Hockey,” you explain, watching as your tears stain his shirt. “I’m just asking you to take care of yourself. Connor, I need you to take care of yourself.”

“I know, baby, and I’m sorry,” he kisses your cheek, the first time his lips touch you in more than two weeks. “I’m so sorry.”

You listen to his heartbeat and sigh, choosing not to say anything. You know the only way you can find out if he’s being genuine or not is with time, because only it will tell if you’re fixable or not.

But as you let yourself sleep close to his body that night, losing yourself between the sheets and his arms, you can finally breathe again.

Because he said he’ll try, and Connor Bedard always tries his hardest with everything.

[jeonscatalyst]

The document said Tae's album received lukewarm response.

Which is not mistreatment though.

Obviously the company would have their own data to know when an album does well or doesn't. So if they feel the response was lukewarm, who are we to argue with that?

But making that into mistreatment is a stretch.

Exactly.

It is kinda dumb to think that the company would have good opinions or feedback on everything the members do, or put out, that just isn’t possible. Some people are trying to insist that Jimin is the company’s fave (lol) because of how good his MUSE did and is still doing even though before the members got to this point of doing solo work, Jimin had written or co written a few songs which weren’t chosen for their albums. I’m sure they weren’t chosen because the company didn’t think the songs or lyrics were good enough to add to the album and that is ok. That was them probably not liking what he wrote but that doesn’t translate to maltreatment does it? I don’t think they like every solo album of the members or their songs and them voicing that out doesn’t mean they hate the members or are out to sabotage them. I don’t understand why this isn’t understood.

[nectardaddy]

even though we never said it to each other. . .

nectardaddy + dylan gossett album series

we knew

content . . . four standalones inspired by the album songs in the gravel, canon adjacent, pining from a distance, angst, lots of in depth characterization of characters status . . . in development, very inconsistent uploads taglist . . . open! send an ask!

⋆｡ if I had a lover . . . k. shinsuke 

that's all I want, but I know it's not meant to be // but I'm jealous how the wind is free // ‘cause I’m all locked up in my own misery // with nobody to blame but me

⋆｡ finally stop dreaming . . . o. miya 

lay me down, my dear, when I finally stop dreaming // I'll go with no tears, I'll leave here without screaming // and all the way, I think of the times where I wasn't always bleeding // lay me down, my dear, when I finally stop dreaming 

⋆｡ somewhere between . . . r. suna 

heart made of stone and eyes made of glass // when I'm riding these rails, I'm chasing my past // and I once had a lover and good god I loved her // but she was gone too fast // with a heart made of stone and eyes made of glass

⋆｡ bitter winds . . . a. miya 

can this all please slow down? // another year is burnin' out // the sun don't wait for someone like me // who's got more wants than needs // so I'll sit still as seasons move on // though I hate to watch 'em leave // I hate to watch 'em leave

gen. taglist (open, send an ask)

@causenessus @softpia @renardiererin @kodzu-ken @phoenix-eclipses

@wyrcan @honeekyuu @wakashudou @wolffmaiden @eggyrocks 

@yogurtkags @bakery-anon @totallytatum @mollyrolls @aozui 

@jadeoru @hyunteru @kameyyy @nekozaki @sandwhitches

[lisaiese]

lyrics in EPIC: the musical that changed my life trajectory

I don't know if it is the fact that I spent five years of high school studying Latin and Greek classics that makes me do this, but here I am writing a long ass tumblr post about some lyrics from the songs of a musical based on The Odyssey, the Homeric epic poem.

Enough chit chat, let's start from the lyrics in the first very song of the musical, 'The Horse and The Infant' from The Troy Saga:

The blood on your hands is something you won't lose All you can choose is whose

UGH so good already! Here we have Zeus speaking at the end of the song, basically telling Odysseus that killing in war is his duty as a man and a hero. This obviously kind of sounds like bullshit for us, but we have to understand the ancient culture behind it: in ancient Greece going to war was a symbol of honor. Think of the scene where Hector and Andromache met again, Hector really embodied the "I know that I probably won't come back to you and to our son (opsie), but I have to go"

Andromache said: “Dearest, your own great strength will be your death, and you have no pity on your little son, nor on me, ill-starred, who soon must be your widow…Please take pity upon me then, stay here on the rampart, that you may not leave your child an orphan, your wife a widow.” Hector responded: “All these things are in my mind also, lady; yet I would feel deep shame before the Trojans, and the Trojan women with trailing garments, if like a coward I were to shrink aside from the fighting.”

A key word is shame: many times my professor told us students about the 'shame culture' in ancient Greece, which Hector clearly refers to here. Therefore, it's either honor or shame: for the Greek dying in war was better than living like a coward. Through these lyrics - and also the next song of the album ('Just a Man') - we can notice how the characterization of Odysseus is different from that of heroes like Hector and Achilles: he seems more human. After all, it is no coincidence that he is characterized not only by physical strength but above all by intelligence: he is a 'Warrior of the Mind' (quoting one of the most iconic songs of the musical). In the first verse of The Odyssey, Homer calls Odysseus πολύτροπος, a term that literally means "of many turns" and can be translated as multifaceted, versatile, cunning.

Next lyrics are from 'Remember Them' from The Cyclops Saga:

What good would killing do? When mercy is a skill More of this world could learn to use

I chose these lyrics for two reason:

they are so well connected with the first ones and show how Odysseus still has his morality here (you have a long way my friend)

it is such a good phrase honestly, let's appreciate it

Actually, something to reflect on could be the theme of mercy, but I don't really remember a lot of information about it and I don't want to write about things I'm not so sure about. In fact, what I rememeber pretty well is mercy related to the Roman/Latin culture, in particular to the figure of Ceasar: Cicero attributes to Caesar the virtue of clementia, which is the term used in Latin to represent mercy. Apparently he is the only one who, among all the military leaders, stood out for his goodness of soul, so noble that it is not enough to simply compare him to great men, but he must be judged similar to a god («haec qui faciat, non ego eum cum summis viris comparo, sed simillimum deo iudico»). That's basically everything I can give you about the topic. I would dive into it more by talking about the musical itself, analysing how this is connected to Odysseus' relationship with his morality, but then I would really be writing an essay here and now, which would ruin the order and logic of this very long text.

Let's move on to the next lyrics from 'Ruthlessness', from The Ocean Saga, which made me gasp so hard the first I heard them:

You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great A Greek who reeks of false righteousness, that's what I have 'Cause you fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done

Speechless. Mind-blowing. The earth shook. You are the worst kind of good 'cause you're not even great Hello??? Sorry Ulysses, but Poseidon ate. 'Cause you fight to save lives, but won't kill and don't get the job done Like, where do I even start to talk about this. Poseidon is actually throwing the naked truth in Odysseus' face! Everything so far has a logic:

Zeus tells Odysseus that he has to kill Hector's son Astynax (which he does in the end, for the sake of going home)

Odysseus spares Polyphemus (maybe because of guilt? He is just a man, afterall...)

That mercy results in a literal god (Poseidon) wanting to have vengeance: if Odysseus had been ruthless, he would have put mercy upon himself (yeah that's a direct reference to the lyrics Ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves)

Now we finally arrive at my favorite saga (aaaaa): The Circe saga. Starting from some very simple lyrics, but so impactful, from the 'Puppeteer':

But this was a hell of a twist, cause we are weak to a power like this What was it? A woman

Hell yeah, a woman! Clearly, you are just a man (another reference, got you!). Ok, return to serious talk. I think most of us know that women were often portrayed as bewitchers, source of evil and misfortune, in ancient times, especially in the Greek culture. Let's think about the story of Pandora's box: it is a myth narrated by Hesiod in the poem Works and Days. According to it, the first woman on earth, named Pandora, was gifted a jar by the gods. However, led by curiosity, she opened it and, by doing so, she released sickness, death and many other unspecified evils. She then closed the jar and only one thing was left behind: Hope. This story (one of many and one of the most famous) perfeclty exemplifies how women were considered dangerous and, at the same time, powerful, as bringers of evil.

Next, from the same saga, let me present to you the best lyrics from the song 'There Are Other Ways':

There are many ways of persuasion There are many modes of control Maybe showing one act of kindness Leads to kinder sould down the road

AAAAAAA. Circe you are such *incomprehensible adjectives of praise* woman. Here Circe basically gives Odysseus' morality hope, let me explain: until now we saw how Odysseus' kind soul and his mercy led him to antagonize a god, on the other hand (in theory) killing a child opened the doors for him to return home. From these observations the only "lesson" that can be deduced is that behaving like a "monster" is better than just "being a man" (yeah I love referencing). BUT Circe kind of destroys this reasoning, proving that a good soul can take him so far... aaaand of course it's a woman who does this

Moving on: The Underworld Saga, lyrics sung by our favorite prophet Tiresias:

I see you wife with a man who is haunting A man with a trail of bodies (who?)

This song? Chills. Literal Chills. The song in itself is a forshadowing, an oracle. I chose these lyrics specifically because they forshadow Odysseus' darkest moments in the journey, by specifically pointing out what he becomes: [...] a man who is haunting A man with a trail of bodies Who? Odysseus you ask. It's you. It's you in the future, and you know why it's "no longer you" (yeah, another quoting)? Because you will have lost your morality by then. Honestly? We kind of all expected that, sorry not sorry Odysseus.

And directly connected to that we have the lyrics from 'Scylla', from The Tunder Saga (it's orange because there is no yellow):

We are the same, you and I, I

Just this one final verse, so powerful. Odysseus encountered mermaids and was merciless with them, after that he went to the lair of Scylla. They are actually the same: monsters. Or at least, Odysseus has become like her.

And now, in The Wisdom Saga, we welcome back the badass of the arena: Athena! Let's hear what she wisely says in 'Little Wolf':

One young wolf has a larger heart than all these men combined

It's always the women guys. Athena's appearance to help Telemachus fighting the suitors is so crucial: her words and herself gift us that ray of hope and goodness that was lacking ever since The Underworld Saga. Here she refers to Telemachus, Odysseus' son, who is called a young wolf. While at the beginning of the song the suitors were using the term "little wolf" to basically mock him, Athena changes the connotation: he is not a little wolf, he is a just a young wolf, with a good soul and heart. Even a wolf (an animal) is more good-hearted than a man, but here who actually is the animal and who is the man? Athena, a godess, knows best.

Finally, The Vengeance Saga, from which the best song (almost cried listening to it) is, of course, 'Six Hundred Strike':

After everything you've done... ...how will you sleep at night? Next to my wife...

OMG. Literally OMG. Here, at the final showdown between Odysseus and Poseidon, our hero prevails. Poseidon asks: "After everyhting you've done... how will you sleep at night?". I don't know if my interpretation is right, but this is what I think Poseidon meant with his words:

after everything you've done (and been through) to get here... how will you sleep at night? -> will the trauma spare you?

after everything you've done as you became a monster... how will you sleep at night? -> will the guilt spare you?

And Odysseus just answers with a "Next to my wife", because that's what he wanted from the very beginning, to come home, and he will achieve his goal. His story is the story of a journey: obviously, a journey back home, but most importantly, a journey of someone who is 'Just a Man' (got you again with the reference). Odysseus is just a man, a human being who has encountered countless obstacles, who has had his ups and downs, who has thrown his morality into the sea to return home. And what is this, if not life?

[mer-acle]

My main Epic Fanfic (that I just made a cover illustration for)

Summary and excerpt:

Athena's been hurt, much more thoroughly than she realized was possible. For the first time in her immortal life, she is fighting against her own body and mind, and she doesn't know how to win.

Odysseus is home. After two more weeks on sea, a fight with 108 suitors and reunited with his family, he’s quietly accepted that even a desperate prayer won’t bring his former mentor to come back. Little does he know, for two weeks, it’s all Athena’s been trying to do.

Or, what if after God Games, Athena doesn’t wake up in the infirmary? What if it’s up to a few mortals to take care of the goddess that just collapsed in their palace, looking like she should very much be dead?

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“Odysseus,” Athena repeated and he forced himself to meet her gaze. Tears ran down her cheeks. He had never seen her cry before.

“Stay still,” he said hoarsely.

He didn’t want her to speak, not make the storm inside him worse, he couldn’t deal with this right now.

“Odysseus, I-“ She coughed and he saw with horror how ichor ran down her chin.

Please don’t let me find out the limits of immortality like this.

“I’m sorry,” Athena managed.

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[oneirataxia-haechan]

They find out they weren't your original bias

Boynextdoor hyung line x reader (established relationship) (jaehyun's is long sorry) ultimate masterlist maknae line

Sungho

isn’t bothered by it one bit.

a bias is just a bias, you chose him for love.

you were actually the one to tell him one day during filming.

you just told him out of the blue, no rhyme or reason for it at all.

he thinks it’s cute that Jaehyun was your first bias.

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While watching the other boys shoot new stuff for the album, you and Sungho were just aimlessly chatting about anything. Enjoying each others company during his busy schedule, and seeing your babies do their thing. Jaehyun was up next for his solo shooting. As this was going on you leaned in toward Sungho, eyes still focused on Jaehyun being Jaehyun. 

“You know, Jaehyun was actually my first bias.“ Sungho grinned from ear to ear, letting out a little giggle. Then you looked at him, confused by his wide grin.

“W-w-what?” You questioned between nervous laughter.

“That’s pretty adorable to be honest.” While talking neither of you had noticed Jaehyun finished and was walking up to yours and Sungho’s cozy spot.

“What’s adorable?” Jaehyun questioned, hoping for a compliment. Both of your eyes widened as you both smiled, turning to him. 

“You as always Jae!” You started cheerfully.

“You did great as always!” Once he was out of ear shot Sungho touched your arm as you turned to look at him. 

“Please don’t tell Jaehyun, Sungie.” You were basically pleading with him.

“I want to keep it between us too. If he found out he would never let either of us live it down.” Putting out your hand for Sungho to shake, he took it and you both giggled about your deal.

Riwoo

nonchalant #2. 

not as chill about it as Leehan but pretty chill.

doesn’t care when Leehan mentioned that Woonhak was your first bias because he knows you bias him now.

Riwoo also knows that you think his dance skills are top tier. because they are

he also doesn’t mind because you laugh hardest at his jokes.

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You were playing games with Woonhak when your phone lit up a few times in a row, catching your attention. Glancing down at the sudden light, distracting you from the game for a few seconds. This quick distraction causing you to die. You weren’t too upset though, picking up your phone to check it. 

my dancing king: Leehan told me about your little secret

you: girl what

my dancing king: do you like playing games with your original bias most?

You giggle out loud, making Woonhak’s curiousity grow, as he looked in your direction.

you: yeah I love playing games with woon, he’s great at them!

You knew he was messing with you and was probably disappointd he couldn’t fool you as easily as he’d thought. 

my dancing king: good thing your taste has improved.

You hadn’t noticed Woonhak peaking over your shoulder, hearing a whiney

“heyyyyy!~” 

“He’s just being annoying Woonie don’t worry.” You both laughed and continued your game.

Jaehyun

doesn’t believe it for a second but once it sits with him for a couple minutes he begins to overthink.

Sungho had accidentally let it slip around Jaehyun, not even sure the reason he had brought it up in the first place.

you told Sungho while in a sleepy state one late night, that he was actually your original bias.

Jaehyun will distance himself from you and from Sungho until you are caught up to what happened.

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During a group hang out Jaehyun had been noticibly distancing himself from you and Sungho. it was more noticible with you though. Sungho could see you getting visibly upset about your boyfriend's actions, so he asked you to talk with him outside the room. He knew exactly why Jaehyun was acting this way but he wanted to let you know exactly what happened. Sungho felt majorly guilty once he realized what he had done. There were a few hours in between this incident and the group hangout. Hours that Jaehyun had been alone, sulking to himself, and brewing in his jealousy. Sungho began telling you about what happened and that he didn’t even think about how it could've hurt Jaehyun. When he watched you and Sungho step out of the room together he immediately got really hurt and upset, on top of his overthinking from the past couple hours. He excused himself from the remaining boys, charging towards the door. Just as you both were about to head back into the room, Jaehyun flew past. a large gust of wind drew distance between you and Sungho, making just enough room for Jaehyun, as he stormed away. You both looked in the direction he was heading, then at each other, knowing your private chat probably escalated his already racing thoughts. You couldn’t decide if you should go after him or give him some space. Deciding it would be best to go after him you said bye to Sungho, asking him to apologize to the other boys on your behalf. He apologized to you one last time with extra sorry eyes as you parted ways. 

As you arrived at the dorms you closed the door behind you, calling out for Jaehyun lightly, not wanting to scare him. There was only silence. You began walking down the hall towards his room. Empty. Now you were getting more worried than before but decided to try the other rooms. Both empty, until you landed in front of Sungho’s room. As you drew closer to the door you heard quiet sniffles. You lightly knocked, beginning to open the door and enter.

“Jaehyun..?” You questioned as soft as possible. He scooted over on the bed inviting you to join him.

“Baby, why are you in-“ Before you could finish your question he sniffled again and cut you off.

“Is Sungho hyung still your bias?” You wanted to laugh at the ubsurd question, but you knew how his brain functioned. Sighing you turned towards him, cupping his face in your hands. Seeing his red nose and wet eyes shattered your heart to pieces. You kissed his forehead and smiled.

“Myung Jaehyun is mine. Myung Jaehyun is my baby. Myung Jaehyun is my forever bias.”

He blushed and giggled. Then he took your hands, put your arms around his waist and nuzzled his face into your neck.

maknae line here

[xmads-omensx]

Soothing You To Sleep

Masterlist

Content warnings: none

Pairing: Jesse Cash X Reader

@klutzy-kay24 thank you for the idea babe, hope I cooked hard enough for you <3

You had been working non-stop for who knows how long and you were exhausted.

Life was kicking your ass and on top of that, your boyfriend was on tour, leaving you at home with your roommates Jolly and Noah. Sure, they were some of your good friends, but they didn’t fill that space in your heart.

You had fallen into a routine throughout your relationship of having a facetime call before bed every night and more often that not one of you (Jesse most days) would fall asleep before you got to say goodnight to each other.

It was nice, having that contact with him, but still wasn’t enough. You just needed him.

If there wasn’t time to facetime, or just call eachother, you would be forced to settle for watching ERRA interviews, music videos and scrolling through your album on your phone that was full of photos of the two of you together, group photos, and even just photos of Jesse himself.  

But it still wasn’t enough.

You understood that it was his job, so he needed to tour. Him leaving you wasn’t anything personal.

On the days that you weren’t able to call or facetime, falling to sleep was much harder.

Sure, you were tired from work, or cleaning the house, but without that contact, you felt stuck. Alone. Like a part of your routine was missing and it was preventing you from falling asleep.

After a particularly brutal shift at work, you came home and just collapsed on your bed, more or less falling asleep immediately.

Your body felt heavy. Your feet hurt. Your eyes felt like they had weights pulling them closed.

You awoke some time later, disorientated, you couldn’t see what the time was, but the bed had dipped and there was now someone lying beside you.

The bedside lamp was switched on, so you could see pretty much the whole room, and craning your head up to see who was next to you, you were greeted with a happy, but equally tired, smile of your boyfriend Jesse.

You lacked the strength to throw your arms around him like you usually did when he returned from tour, so you settled for wrapping your arms around his midsection and squeezing him tightly, whispering a tired “hi” as you did so.

He simply took his hand away from the book he was reading and brushed the hair back from your forehead, gazing lovingly into your eyes.

“Hey” he replied “I missed you”.

“Mmhmm.” Again, you lacked the energy to reply, so nestled your head further into his chest.

You both lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, with Jesse stroking your hair the whole time.

“Babe?” You whispered.

“Yeah.” He whispered back.

“Will you read to me?” You asked shyly.

“Of course, my love.” He replied, shuffling slightly and clearing his throat before he began. His warm voice filled the quiet space as he read softly.

As he read, he continued to stroke my hair.

My eyes grew heavier as he read. I wasn’t going to be able to stay awake for much longer, but I let sleep come to me. I was exhausted and there was no point hiding from it. I closed my eyes and pulled myself closer into his warmth. That night I got the best sleep I had gotten in months.

No matter how I tried to fill that space in my heart when he was away, nothing except moments like these could even come close to filling it.

[dullgecko]

The thing is the Bad Kids are famous, yeah, being saviors of the world several times over tends to do that, but within their small little town of Elmville they don’t really realize because like they’ve all grown up there they’ve all had their moments of being just like super lame they literally almost caused the end of the world one time because of a drunk tattoo most people are used to their shit

So it’s not until they all travel into Bastion city for a week the release of Fig and Gorgugs new album (Fig calls it her college album despite not even being of college age and having no plans to go to college because the album is “mature shit now hand me the whipped cream i wanna pie fabian in the face”) and they cannot go anywhere without people asking for a selfie or something

The first time they realize is when Adaine goes into a bookshop on their way to the hotel and is immediately swarmed by a study group that was there begging to take a picture with “the greatest oracle to ever live” and she is just so confused

Fig, Fabian, and Kristen decide to use their powers for evil (Kristen pretty much immediately goes live on fantasy Insta trying to convince people on bad baby milk, Fabian finds out people make bracelets depending on their favorite Bad Kid and start tallying to determine “the best Bad Kid,” Fig just keeps doing what she had been doing before which was of course causing as much chaos as possible, Adaine usually just teleports places and says hi to a few people wherever she needs to go before doing her business and leaving, Gorgug is kind of used to it from the first tour they did but it’s on a much larger scale than before (he’s the first barbificer ever I mean come on man), and Riz gets a lot of practice sneaking around and being invisible (it is practically impossible to get a picture of him unless he’s like super tired)

They’re still somehow surprised when they all get invited as a party onto the biggest late night talk show in Bastion city (they ask about it when they’re on there and the host is like “well of course you guys saved the world multiple times” and they’re all just like “yeah but these guys aren’t cool” and start making fun of each other for lame things they did, the crowd thinks they’re hilarious, several clips of them go viral including the one of Kristen at the steel mill)

They are very glad when they get back to Elmville and all that changes is there’s slightly more teasing about them being so famous and cool (also Jawbone keeps playing the interview because look at his kiddos go, Adaine has to remind him that only two of them are actually his children and he just says “for now” and refuses to elaborate)

🩰

Riz hates it. He's a rogue and a detective and a spy (parttime) so having people know what he looks like is bad. He's fine with the rest of his party having their fun, being famous is good for them it helps their own personal goals but he doesnt participate.

The goblin is in full stealth mode for the entirity of the trip, he's wearing a face mask and a jacket with the hood up and sticking to his teammates shadows like his life depends on it. They go on a talk show and he catagorically refuses to participate, which is fine, the 'mysterious' and shy rogue thing just makes him more popular. His friends are hyping him up the whole time and they have a crudely drawn facimile of him on the couch which the host thinks is hilarious.

The only picture anyone managed to get of him is at the very end of the week when the sleep deprivation and paranoia of being followed the whole time finally gets to him and he falls asleep while packing his briefcase to go home. Fabian just picks him up off the floor of the hotel room, plonks him on his shoulders, and finishes packing everything up (and takes pictures of the whole room because he knows Riz will be anxious about accidentally leaving something behind) and heads downstairs to check out. Riz still has his face-mask on but the hood of his jacket isn't up so someone gets a photo of him completely passed out, no glasses, face 90% obscured, and using Fabians head as a pillow.

[katerinaaqu]

Oh but you don't even need to agree with me but I immensely appreciate it. Actually the first album was a masterpiece! The liberties taken were generic to the story. He took the brief phrase from Iliou Persis and turned it into a moral dilemma for Odysseus it was exactly the type of stuff you do for a respectful to the source adaptation. When I saw the Lotus Eaters design I really tried to ignore it and then Polyphemus came. I didn't mind it THAT much because it was still low-key close to the original but the more I watched the more it deflected! It was like an avalanche! Hahaha oh my people visiting and getting inspired by my posts like this is something I still need to get used to hehe thank you so much!

Gosh! For real! I was writing my own retellings in small fanfictions for now if you are interested to check them out. I have them to my pinned post. I am seriously considering to turn them into an actual book at this point!

New Epic saga and it's horrible... to give you an idea, Odysseus fought Poseidon, stole his trident and made him beg for mercy

hmmm a god begging a mortal for mercy is not exactly on par with Greek religion and stories. How did that scene made it into the final version?

[queerwhohatesithere]

honestly even being a little older and listening to teenage dream by olivia i feel less of the angst i would’ve even a year ago. i know she literally says that people say it gets better but like what if you don’t? and truly, truly, it does. i’m not even 21 yet. i don’t feel nearly as much angst ab getting older and all of that shit and i truly do want to be alive even tho it’s hard and the world sucks shit. seeing people even older than me saying things ab how 30’s are better and stuff is also encouraging lol. if ur a teenager i promise u won’t always feel like this and even if u aren’t a teen (but esp if u are)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Unsolved Mysteries.

[First] Prev <–-> Next

[jeonscatalyst]

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And i have always wondered why in the world anyone would undermine jimin's musical success because on sns followers or engagements he might not rank #1 but he's ranking #1 or #2 every single time BTS had released albums and members had their solo songs in it as b-side. Him and jungkook has always been #1 or #2 like they switch those numbers yet people underestimated his success. And how do people see him and think he'd not want to release solo music? I think years ago he was the first member who wanted to do solo songs or like Frist member to mention those things. He's always wanted these things but as you said people by that i mean armys/ jkkrs and other jm biased too misunderstood his intentions and i wonder why. He lives for that stage.

Hi anon,

I agree but I think part of the reason why some people didn’t really see his potential (atleast compared to Tae and Jk) was because this entire fandom had always seen him as the third most popular member and least popular of the maknae line. You need to understand that before the solo era, many unfortunately hadn’t had the opportunity to see how good the members would perform with solo songs and even though we know they had already performed solo songs within the group and Jimin and Jungkook’s always did much better than everyone else’s this whole fandom was still caught up on who gets the most views on fancams, who has the most instagram followers and stuff like that. That was how they measure success and we know that Jimin doesn’t get the most views on fancams and doesn’t have the most followers on instagram and his posts don’t get the most likes so naturally they assumed he only came after Tae and Jk in EVERYTHING including their solo success. They didn’t realize that the boys excel in different aspects.

Another thing is that, Jimin has always spoken so much about how much he loves being in the group and rarely really spoke or looked interested in solo ventures, of course this doesn’t mean he wasn’t interested because we know that even while he was working hard on his solo albums he said nothing about it which led people to believe that he was lazying about and not doing anything like the other members who were doing this or that or flying here and there but we see that he wasn’t lazying about. I think all these things contributed to this entire fandom underestimating him as an artist.

His immerse success in the solo era came as a blow to so many because they could never imagine. When Jimin has a number one on Billboard Hot 100, and then Jk had it too, this entire fandom was 100% positive that Tae would get one too. Why? Because to them, he was always the most popular member because of followers, views and likes and to them, this equalled success in music so that is why they were beyond shocked when he didn’t and that is why some people are still so bitter at Jimin because he was always viewed as the underdog. Everyone knew he would be successful but very few people thought he would be more successful that who they believed was the most popular member and that is why even till this day, they try so hard to discredit his success because they still cannot believe their eyes and ears.

Jimin once said “SILENCE IS GOLD. DON’T WASTE TIME TALKING TOO MUCH” and he did just that. He let people think what they wanted to think of him. He let people say he was lazy, not ambitious, unmotivated, depressed and all the stuff they said about him when he was working on his albums and only came out when he was ready to show results.

He took “never let people know your next moves” too seriously. lol.

[jaggybot3000]

originally I thought the voice changing thing in Be Born was Heart trying to take back control or fight Mind's influence, but tbh that doesnt make sense if he literally JUST resigned himself in the song prior (The Heart Acoustic), and said he wanted to see how Mind would fare. i doubt he would want to take back control anytime soon.

and since the song is about Mind trying to convince Heart to get over his depression and keep writing songs with him despite whatever sadness he feels, his message would be kinda redundant if Heart was just parroting Mind the entire time and seemingly agreeing with him. like, the point is Mind is trying to explain his reasoning, and even if he's somehow able to force Heart to sing along with him, then why would he even bother explaining? like he could just make him sing and be done with it, but he can't because it's not that simple, he is actively trying to CONVINCE Heart to sing with him, and it's not working.

i think Heart only bites back/speaks up again during Storm and a Spring, to mock Mind and his claims of wanting to keep making music he "loves", and he does it with a very clear, strong, and notably undistorted voice. (on a similar note, i dont think it's even remotely Soul in Be Born cus he kinda disappears after the beginning of Cacaphony and doesnt come back until with a bang with The Soul Eclectic, I doubt he would join Mind in berating Heart when he's the one that most wants them to get along)

and although i mentioned the black words/white background thing as Mind's signature (which is true) it is still inconsistent across pre-Light lyric videos since the entire lore was developed alongside the album. Just Apathy and Ruler of Everything notably has it flipped (Heart w the black lettering and Mind w the white lettering) when it shouldn't be. but what remains consistent, even in those songs, are when a different character starts singing, the background switches to follow their voice. which is not the case for Be Born. it stays white with black lettering, only briefly glitching at times, but NOT at the parts where "Heart" supposedly sings.

In other songs, Heart also has moments where his supposed "normal" voice distorts, though not as majorly as Mind's, very notably in The Bidding during the "Here he is the piece of shit/Sitting seething high atop his stolen throne" or "We've been here like a thousand times" where it almost sounds like it's coming through a radio. Heart and Mind are more similar than they like to admit, given they are different sides of the same person, so it makes sense that their voices can become more clear or more distorted, just like their other half's. it makes sense that they...

...have the same voice. okay yeah it's like a no shit moment cus yeah of course it is indeed just Chonny Jash putting on different voices for each of his characters based off him. but the point is they sound so similar that even after learning their distinctions/differences, the audience still mistakes one for another. it further blurs the lines of where these characters start and end, and just how similar they are, which connects to the point of the album's journey. it is interesting to think about what it implies for a character like Mind, when his voice reverts back to "normal", or Heart, when his voice becomes distorted.

tldr: every part in "Heart's" voice during Be Born could just be Mind himself, voice bugging and glitching bc he's unstable, reverting to a similar, maybe even weaker version of Heart's (or Whole's, technically) voice. maybe it's not so much Heart trying to fight Mind's influence as much as Mind trying to fight off Heart's influence in the song. or something.

anyway long story short, yayy new headcanon has Been Born(aha) yayy!! Minds voice is pathetically weak and he tries his best to cover it up w his voice modulator. idiot.

wait. i might sound super fucking stupid but is there any chance be born is just really just mind singing by himself

nowhere was it stated heart or soul sang in the song too, iirc it's just common for ppl to speculate on which of them is singing. even in the lyric video (where in the description chonny jokes about releasing the songs in the wrong order, meaning he already had a good idea of the lore/characters) there is only black lettering upon a white background, which is mind's signature. what if the voice changing is just the equivalent of voice cracking for mind. have we ever thought about that. this is highly embarrassing for him

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the pose and the background of the album version (left) are based on oingo boingos only a lad album art. not cause i think he has anything to do with it but just cause ive been wantin to draw that pose for like. weeks and i didnt know who to put there. so why not my latest bug man.