#guitar go brrr

[potatocupcakeval]

back with another guitar cover :D this time it's casual by chappell roan

[gglitchshit]

i love getting so much into something that i forget to eat 👍

[mu5e]

bill can play the guitar idc. them playing your muse soft little tunes whenever they’d like❗️

[prettymuchteddy]

While I think the Jace and Rhaenyra scene in episode 7 was great, I think it should have been a bit longer cause this is obviously something that has been building up in Jace for a while.

I think Jace and Rhaenyra should have gotten into a full-blown screaming match. Rhaenyra probably starts to cry and throws wine at Jace while he demands the truth from her, as a Spanish guitar plays in the background. Then out of nowhere Harwin Strong would burst into the room, revealing he wasn't the one who died that night it was his evil twin, Harlose. He declares himself Jace's father until surprise Criston Cole enters the room. He admits to his affair with Rhaenyra and that he is Jace's father. Harwin and Criston then begin to get into an argument over who is Jace's real father. The scene suddenly cuts to Alicent on a balcony in the Red Keep, revealing her to be Jace's real father. A flashback also reveals Rhaenyra got amnesia 16 years ago which is how she doesn't remember their love affair. The end.

HOTD Telenovela go brrr

[shiraishi--kanade]

Subjectively rating everyone's instrument match ups from this official art for Sekai Symphony 2024

Without individual pictures because I'm on mobile.

Leo/need:

Ichika (electric guitar): sigh... Girl why are you like this. Unfathomable. I'll let it slide because it's Ichika. Rating: electic guitar/10.

Saki (violin): Saki does not give me violin vibes at all but I'm sure she'll kill it if she actually wanted to learn. 5/10

Honami (oboe): I'm deeply offended Honami isn't in the percussion section. 2/10

Shiho (trombone): the most non-brass player brass player known to world. I don't see how it fits her. 1/10

Overall rating: they don't get you like I do girls I'm so sorry

More More Jump:

Minori (trumpet): absolutely incredible. Yes she's a trumpet girlie. I can totally see that. 10/10

Haruka (flute): yes. Oh my god yes. She is so flute-coded she can rival only Mafuyu. 10/10

Airi (viola): very mean. Let her in the violin section. That said I can already see at least three interesting story lines connected to that. Carry on. 10/10

Shizuku (harp): need I say more? 10/10

Overall rating: they would carry the entire orchestra on their backs, 10/10

Vivid Bad Squad:

Kohane (saxophone): the mental image is hilarious and I can totally see Kohane falling in love with the sax but she gets points taken away from her because saxophone is so not a protagonist instrument. 8/10

An (double bass): ...well someone needed to be a bass player but An is not that someone. She's not even tall enough. Free her. 3/10 because at least she looks like she's having fun.

Touya (trombone): hehe funky slide go brrr. Yeah I can see that. 8/10

Akito (violin): I've told you he has violin vibes. I told you so. Absolutely perfect pick. I think Akito would be a good concertmaster as well. 10/10

Overall rating: decent picks but An was done dirty and should have been a cellist. 7/10

Wonderlands x Showtime:

Tsukasa (cymbals): my condolences to all the percussion section but also yeah that makes sense. 10/10

Nene (cello): itty bitty cellist her instrument is almost as tall as she is. I definitely see the image though. 10/10

Emu (tambourine): she will insure her part will he heard. That said I think she'd do better at the marimba or other percussion instruments. At least it's not a triangle? 7/10

Rui (viola): I did not consider that option before and now I'm considering it. I'm considering it so hard. Incredible. 9/10

Overall rating: they're thriving. 9/10

Nightcord at 25 am:

Kanade (viola): yes. Yes. I can see that. Go forth my child. Make the viola gang proud. 10/10

Mafuyu (flute): that's a flute player if I've ever seen one. 10/10

Ena (violin): oh her having the same instrument as Akito would destroy both of them and me in the process. I could write a novel about it. 10/10

Mizuki (trumpet): they're just having fun and being silly. 10/10

Overall rating: truly Sega's favourite child. 10/10

No VS rating because they have different enough personalities between units that I have no idea how to rate them! Sorry!

[achillean-knight]

Woe, doodles be upon ye

HC's below the cut if you're absolutely interested in my Spiderverse Noir HC's + his world 👉👈

First the ones I agree with that I've seen a shit ton of people mention >:33

- He is a fatherly figure to Peni. I can imagine when they see each other again, she'd run to him and give him the biggest fucking hug ever. She experienced her Canon Event between ITSV and ATSV too, right? So I can see her needing comfort so badly, and the only ones she ever truly grew close to were Noir and Ham.

- He'd 10000/10 get along so well with Hobie. Along with Hobie legit mentioning his hatred for the AM, PM and fuckin NAZIS IN THE COMIC ,

he'd be rambling so much with Noir about common interests and get along so well with him. Imagine he badazzles him in punk attire and based on this image:

(I'll link where I found the image tomorrow when I'm on my laptop lol if I remember) but based on this image, he teaches Noir how to play the guitar and shit and OUYGG I WANNA SEE THEM INTERACT (they're my fave Spiderverse characters so 👉👈)

- OHOHOHO He loves the colour purple. So much. He can't see it, ofc but he has such a love for the colour that he sees any beautiful colour- or well, of what he can see of colours, and thinks every pretty colour is Purple.

- MJ see's Noir/Peter as a brother and he see's MJ as a sister in turn. There is no romantic attraction at all. Yeah, this means MJ see's Aunt May as a nice Aunt Figure she can go to and talk to about things.

Now onto some of my own headcanons- or some that I don't see mentioned a ton. These have probably been said before but oh well, these are just what I like and my brain go BRRR

- Felicia is taller then Noir. (For those unfamiliar, Felicia is a character from the comic.) Yes that'd probably make her freakishly tall based on how tall Noir is in the movie, but that comic panel of when he first meets her rots in my brain.

- Felicia still has her mask from her ordeals. However, unlike how she pushes away Peter, they actually become friends again. Comfort each other. They swore they'd never be in a relationship again.

- Noir is a combo of both his OG comics personality and 2020's comics personality. I see movie noir as anywhere between 19 - 21. He's learning and developing as a human still. He's calmer and kinder and resembles how his personality is in the newer comics, however, based on this deleted scene LOL, makes me think he looses his shit easily and goes actually feral.

(here's the link to where I found the video BC I actually saved the link lol yeah it's reblogged by yours truly, but the full post is there.)

- Oh yeah, Noir most definitely adopted Ding Ding btw. He probably is nearly at the newer comics stage of his life, being a private eye and such, drinking his fucking egg creams like newer comics noir SBSBBS So he found and adopted Ding Ding.

- Despite being young (19 - 21) he has serious eyebags man, dudes sleep deprived 😔 I'm also heavy on the Spiderverse portrait of him unmasked that I don't really draw/see him with facial scars but he could totally have them after the shit he went through 💀

- Noir is a part-time singer. I will not elaborate.

There's so many other things I wrote down that I want to share, but they're on my computer 😭 so you get these for now hhhh

Sorry if they're half-assed, it's 10:30 pm, I am tired

[weeb-polls-with-pip]

Autistic Anime Girls Group 1 Round 2 Match 14

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Akko -

"Just look at her it's Akko! Look at her Shiny Chariot special interests go brrr."

Bocchi -

"like 30 people have probably said bocchi already but LISTEN OK she has a special interest in music (playing guitar esp) and she struggles understanding ppl around her and is often awkward and she also tends to wear the same/similar style clothes she's just like me ok."

[ohmynabiii]

𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 ; 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

────୨ৎ──── 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 : romance, fluff, chan as a father of two imagines

𝐚𝐧 : I think this is one of the most adorable/wholesome things I’ve ever written.

This made me realize Channie will be an AMAZING dad if he ever has children… those will be some lucky ass kids. 

Anyway, this was SO fun to do, so let me know if you guys want me to do the other members!! 

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1k

────୨ৎ────

He’s always being silly with them, chasing them around the house as they giggle and shriek with joy.

The tickles are non-stop. He’ll even rope you into it: “Should we give Mommy some tickles? I think… YES!” And then all three of them will pounce, leaving you a laughing, breathless mess.

He spends hours pushing them on the swings, diving under for extra fun, no matter how tired he gets. He’ll keep going as long as they ask.

Whenever you’re out as a family, one kid is always riding on his shoulders, the other holding his or your hand, making you feel like the sweetest unit.

During family dance parties, he blasts Stray Kids’ songs and dances around the living room with them, showing them all the choreo. They may not get it quite right, but they’re having the best time.

He’s constantly on edge when they’re running around or eating too fast, gently reminding them to slow down while squeezing your hand a little tighter for comfort.

When one of them falls down, he’s immediately there to scoop them up. “Where does it hurt?” he asks with wide eyes. They’ll point with a pout, and he’ll dramatically kiss it better until they’re giggling and off to play again.

You and Chan read to them every night, turning storytime into a full-blown performance, complete with voices and gestures. Sometimes you get so into it, you forget the stories are supposed to put the kids to sleep, not you two.

On days when you’re feeling overwhelmed, he takes the kids to the park or the zoo for the whole day, giving you a much-needed breather to recharge.

The rest of Stray Kids joins in the fun just as much. Uncle Minho and Felix are always up for babysitting when it’s date night for you two.

If a nightmare wakes one of them, you both cuddle up close. “Nothing can hurt you when we’re here,” he says softly, and you add, “You’re loved and safe.” You smile at each other over their heads, feeling so lucky to share this moment.

He brings them to the studio sometimes, showing them his equipment, letting them tap buttons and twist knobs like they’re junior producers.

Mealtime is always fun with Chan—he never skips the airplane sound while feeding them, zooming the spoon toward their little mouths with a silly “brrr.”

If they’re picky eaters, no problem. He never forces them to eat what they don’t like, but somehow always sneaks those healthy veggies into his cooking—ninja-dad style.

He’s always encouraging them to ask for help when they need it, teaching them to be brave and kind.

He loves making surprise picnics in the backyard, complete with little sandwiches, juice boxes, and a blanket fort—because why not make the ordinary feel magical?

He’s the master of bedtime cuddles, always making sure they fall asleep knowing they’re loved, protected, and their dreams are theirs to chase.

He plays his guitar softly while they fall asleep, creating the perfect lullaby just for them, humming sweetly as their little eyes drift shut.

He gives them pep talks before big school days, telling them, “You can do anything if you believe in yourself,” and reminding them that he’s their biggest fan.

When he’s working late at the studio, he FaceTimes them to say goodnight, blowing kisses through the screen and promising to tuck them in tomorrow night.

On lazy mornings, he’ll gather everyone up on the couch for a “Stray Kids movie marathon,” introducing them to the music videos and behind-the-scenes clips, laughing as they point and yell, “That’s Daddy!”

He’s the ultimate hype man for their art projects, hanging every drawing, painting, or craft they make on the fridge with pride, saying, “Wow! You’re so talented!”

He loves teaching them little bits of Korean and English, blending the two languages into their playtime so they grow up with both cultures in their hearts.

His phone’s photo gallery is filled with pictures of them—sleeping, playing, eating, doing anything.He’s always snapping a photo, capturing every sweet memory.

He wears matching outfits with them sometimes, usually a cute hoodie or hat, and they’ll walk around together looking like a coordinated squad.

He lets them "help" when he's working on music, giving them little jobs like pressing a button or clapping in the microphone, and then playing it back for them with a big smile.

If they’re having a rough day, he’ll scoop them up in his arms and say, “You’ve got this, because you’re my kid,” and that’s all the comfort they need.

He takes pride in building their toys, from Lego sets to dollhouses, putting everything together perfectly—then sitting down to play with them for hours.

He’s always wearing the little accessories they make him—bracelets, necklaces, even a glittery crown once—and he rocks it like it’s high fashion.

He plays them Stray Kids’ music when they’re in the car, but he’s always more excited to see them dance to it than they are.

On birthdays, he goes all out—decorating the house, baking a cake, and even writing them their own little birthday song because “you only deserve the best!”

He’s quick to apologize if he’s ever stern with them, teaching them that even grown-ups make mistakes and it’s important to say sorry.

He makes sure they know how important kindness is, often saying, “Being a good person is way cooler than anything else, right?” and they always nod in agreement.

🦋

[typingcorgi]

unexpected (part i of a two-part series)

rating: e (minors, please shoo. you will be blocked) word count: 1.7k+ pairing: joel miller x f!reader warnings: pre-outbreak timeline, canon divergent timeline, hint of vague age difference (if he's 36 I'm thinking like the reader is 5-10 years younger but honestly insert whatever age you want), tipsy sex, fingering, creampie, protected p in v sex (yay for responsible joel), praise kink makes brain go brrr, porn with plot, quasi-public sex, soft-ish!joel, no use of y/n story summary: a one-night stand with a handsome stranger doesn't go as planned. chapter summary: you and joel meet at a bar and fuck in the bathroom. author's notes: no apocalypse, yay! this is part one of a multi-part series. excited to get this new ball rolling. this is just going to be a fun romp away from the mushroom zombies, okay? have fun getting yours ;) and as always, please feel free to reblog or leave a comment! your feedback is so very appreciated.

“I don’t normally do this.”

You admit it through a panting breath, during the one rare moments in which this perfect stranger isn’t capturing your lips against his. In a languid motion, he turns the lock of the door behind your head, ensuring your stolen moment won’t be sorely interrupted.

You’re not so drunk that you don’t remember his name: Joel. Of course, he hadn’t shared his daughter’s name, but just hearing that he had one to take care of at home—and she seemed reasonably responsible, attesting to her father’s clear grip on parenthood—caused something to stir beneath your navel.

“That makes two of us,” he rumbles against the shell of your ear. His fingers press against the flesh of your hips, and he adjusts his stance so that one of his feet stands between either of yours. He hitches up his knee against the locked door, encouraging you to ride it if you want to.

And holy fuck, you want to.

You’d met the guy at the bar a couple of hours ago. He’d been moving past you and nearly spilled your drink right out of your hand. He apologized profusely and chalked it up to not having been thrown into Austin nightlife in a while, but then he also mentioned he got nervous around pretty women, and you were sort of a goner.

You didn’t want to show your hand so readily, though. “Uh-huh,” you nodded, arching a brow. “How many girls have you tried that line on tonight?”

“None,” he shouted over the thrumming guitar of some country band playing over the bar speakers. “Just you. I’ve been out of the game for so long, I figured I’d try my luck. How’d I do?”

He was grinning, the smile beneath an unkept and patchy beard wide and almost cheeky, meeting the edges of his tired eyes. You couldn’t fight him on his charm, but you’d challenge him on being a good conversationalist.

He bought you your next drink. He told you his name: Joel, and that damn knucklehead over there that I came with is named Tommy. Joel explained his situation: his brother tricked him into enjoying a rare guys’ night out. He worked like a dog all damn week, and the week before that, and the one before that, too. And even though his preferred Saturday nights comprised of passing out to late-night Simpsons reruns, his daughter had been babysitting a neighbor’s kid before heading off to a sleepover with her friends. It seemed as though a night out had fallen into his lap, and he wouldn’t have heard the end of it from Tommy had he passed on such a perfect opportunity.

You people watch together, guessing what conversations were shared between the obvious first-daters or commiserating coworkers. You’d started out the night as one of them: two of your friends from work joined you for dinner and drinks, but once they’d realized your attention was occupied elsewhere, they gracefully whispered their goodbyes into your ear as they headed out for the evening.

“Who’re they?” Joel asked over the edge of his Corona bottle.

“My colleagues,” you said. “Friends. We got dinner next door earlier tonight at that little Italian place.”

Joel hummed as he took a swig of his beer. “Yeah, and what is it the three of you do? You supermodels or somethin’?”

You tried not to giggle at the obvious line. “No, we’re teachers. I teach English. High school.”

Joel gave an appreciative whistle. “God bless you,” he commented, shaking his head. “Never had the patience for kids to deal with them in mass numbers. Thank god mine is a good one, otherwise, I’d be in real trouble.”

It wasn’t one singular moment that called on you to beckon Joel into the single ladies' bathroom at twelve-thirty in the morning, but instead a compilation of smaller ones. It was the way he caught eye contact with you once or twice when he thought you weren’t looking. It was the way his flirting caught you off guard, because he didn’t strike you as a player, a serial dater, but fuck, he was good at keeping your attention. It was the way he continued to ask you about your career, and if you liked it, and what you liked about it. It was the way he asked you what you did for fun, and if you ever got your thrill from kissing older guys in crowded bars. It was the way he kissed you when you said you didn’t.

“Come with me,” you cooed into his ear, tugging the shirt collar of his plaid button-down. He was helpless.

And now you’re here, beneath the dim lighting of this bar’s bathroom. Joel’s tongue sweeps against yours as you ride his thigh. You revel in the friction of your panties against your clit, the path of his free hand, sliding up the hem of your dress before kneading the meat of your ass. He moans against your lips, removing them from yours if only to catch his breath and praise you for being such a goddamn good girl.

He calls you that and you nearly melt. He calls you that and you wonder where in the hell he learned game like that, if what he says is true; he’s been out of the game for quite some time.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” he drawls. The hand massaging your ass now slides toward your front, slipping beneath your underwear. Two thick fingers tease your entrance, and while you’d normally feel a little pathetic for getting so wet for a perfect stranger so damn fast, Joel doesn’t seem to mind at all. He groans as he slips one finger in, curling and releasing it against your walls while your hips begin to buck in time with his motions.

Joel chuckles darkly at your obvious enthusiasm. “That’s right. You like that? You like ridin’ my hand underneath this pretty dress?”

You groan a yes as slips a second finger into you, and you’re damn near ready to come, but as you feel your upward crest begin to settle beneath your skin, Joel retreats.

“Wh—what are you doing?” You ask, chasing his kiss while your hand finds his wrist. “No, you need to keep going, keep go—”

“Greedy,” Joel hums, the smile on his face one of unbridled satisfaction. “Yeah, I will, but unfortunately for us, we don’t exactly have the luxury of time.”

You notice him palm the back pocket of his raw denim, pulling out a worn leather wallet. And from there, you want to laugh at him for still being the sort of man that carries condoms around in his wallet, as if sex could happen at any of life’s junctures, but instead, you silently thank god that he has one, because you don’t, and holy fucking shit, you need him to fill you up right now.

The drinks you’ve had in his presence give you an unusual sort of confidence. You normally wouldn’t be the type of woman to ask a guy to fuck you in a public bathroom, nor are you the type to get your fingers on his belt buckle and help him slide his jeans down his legs. You aren’t the type to hold onto the edge of the bathroom sink while the guy at the bar fucks you from behind, filling you up to near pain, causing tears to form along the corners of your eyes.

“Holy—holy shit, Joel,” you pant. “You’re s—so, so fucking—”

“Take it,” Joel grunts, his pace punishing, sweat forming along his furrowed brow. “I wanna see the way you look when you’re freshly fucked.”

You gasp, careful not to give away your delicate position to anyone who might be waiting outside the locked door (although the music is so damn loud, you’re fairly confident they’d be none the wiser).

He collects your hair in a gentle fist, planting a kiss against the hot skin of your neck. Your fingertips are bone-white from their grip on the edge of the sink, and Joel continues to fuck into you, steady and sure with every thrust that he makes to the hilt.

Your vision damn near blurs when your walls clench. It’s enough of a signal for Joel to move a little faster, bring you to your climax sooner because he can’t get enough of your body, and he can’t fathom you leaving this little space without you singing his name.

“J—Joel,” you stammer. “I’m gonna—”

“Me too,” he interrupts you, and you know it through the nearly pained tone that falls from his lips. His fingers on your hips draw tight, pressing each digit into your flesh as he groans into the back of your shoulder, meeting his own edge.

And then, in the midst of the comedown, in between his heavy breaths beneath his broad chest, Joel retreats from his goddamn spectacular space inside of you. Joel retreats, and turns you around, and kisses you.

“Fuck, that was hot,” he admits, clammy forehead pressed along yours. “I don’t—I don’t mean to presume or anythin’ like that, but—could I see you again? Another night?”

You’re shocked.

You’re fucking shocked.

This had all of the makings of a one-night stand: two strangers drunkenly crossing paths on a busy Saturday night, they meet, they flirt, they fuck, they go home. Why the hell would Joel want to see you again? Sex, obviously. Sure. But couldn’t he do this again with another nameless woman, another pretty face he meets in a different bar on Main Street?

Your surprise must be evident because Joel quickly backpedals. “Forget it,” he says, suddenly sheepish. “Was a risk, I know. This was probably just a one-off for you, too, I get it. I just—”

You’d interrupt him with words, but kissing him is so much hotter.

“You’re thinking too much,” you whisper with a sincere smile. It’s only then you give yourself a minute to straighten yourself up, pulling your panties back over your hipbones and turning to unzip the tote bag you’d discarded onto the tile floor earlier.

Of course you come prepared. Of course you have a pen. You grab a paper towel from the stack resting at the edge of the counter, scribbling your phone number in crisp purple ink.

“Call me the next time you’re looking for a night out,” you say, offering up the napkin to him. And holy fucking shit, you feel so fucking cool, because this doesn’t happen in real life. Women like you don’t meet hot strangers in dimly lit bars and let them fuck you in the bathroom.

Except, now you do. Joel’s smile is awkward and shy when you kiss him on the cheek right before you leave.

[potatocupcakeval]

hello demons it's me ya boy 👀 here's another guitar cover

[rock-in-peace-reita]

ガゼット Talk Event - 11/01/2004

The MC started the instore by cautioning fans not to lose any of their hair extensions—he was tryna make a joke like "don't headbang too hard during the talk event." His joke fell flat. Then the members came out on stage and chaos ensued.

MC: So...were there any interesting things that happened when making [DISORDER]? Let's hear from the two members of the rhythm section first...

Kai: Was...there...anything...?

Reita: Well...

MC: How about anything that was difficult?

Reita: The most difficult things was that this fucker [Kai] stayed with me.

Kai: Oh god...

MC: Oh really? What happened?

Reita: Well...For starters! He falls asleep RIGHT away.

Kai: Oi! You were the one that said it was okay if I slept!

MC: So you just fell asleep...?

Kai: No! It wasn't like that at all! No no no! I looked sleepy, so Reita asked "Are you tired? You can go to bed." So I went to bed. Then the next day he was all "Kai slept in my bed last night. Isn't he the worst?" to everyone!

MC: Did you tell him where to sleep?

Reita: No, I didn't.

MC: Then you didn't tell him not to sleep in your bed!

Kai: Right! Right!

Reita: I mean...I didn't expect him to completely go to sleep there for the rest of the night! I thought he was gonna sleep for a bit then get back up again and continue the meeting. But he slept until morning!

MC: How long did he sleep?

Kai: It wasn't even that long...

Reita: It was like...8 hours!

MC: That's such a long time!

Kai: Then you should have woken me up!

Reita: No but! You were sleeping so soundly! Anyways...This album I made while sleeping on the floor is filled with my anger and sorrow.

MC: Alright! On to the two guitarists!

Aoi & Uruha: Yeah?

MC: Do you have any incidents you'd like to share?

Uruha: ...ummm...any...?

Aoi: I don't know what to say...

Uruha: We kinda just play our guitars for each other...and...are like "Yeah. That was good." That's it.

MC: So...it's more like you meet up to listen to what each has come up with? You don't really plan things first?

Aoi: Yeah. That's right.

MC: Do you already have a general idea of what each of you is going to play?

Aoi: Yeah. I know what he's gonna do.

MC: So...you don't sleep together?

Aoi: Not exactly...

Uruha: Yup. We go to Aoi's house.

Aoi: Mmmm. Yup. Sometimes we go to a bar to meet. We're pretty casual...calling each other by our first names.

MC: Next, I'd wanna ask you all a slightly more casual question. Please tell us which perfume and shampoo you use.

Uruha: Brrr...vvvv...Brvvv...gari...?

MC: Bvlgari?

Uruha: Bvlgari! Uhhh...

MC: What by Bvlgari?

Uruha: Bvlgari...?

MC: Bvlgari by Bvlgari...?

Uruha. No...the purple...one...

MC: Okay. The purple one by Bvlgari. What about shampoo?

Uruha: Lux

MC: The red one?

Uruha: The white one

MC: Oh! I've never seen the white one.

What about Kai's perfume?

Kai: Ummm...Jaguar...?

MC: And shampoo?

Kai: Mod hair

Ruki: I don't remember the name of the perfume...it's something pink.

MC: Oh? Do you mean the bottle or the liquid?

Ruki: Not the bottle. It was a gift. It's the same smell that a lot of the fan letters are sprayed with.

MC: Is it a sweet smell?

Ruki: It's sweet.

MC: What about your shampoo?

Ruki: Well...I use purple shampoo...

MC: Murasaki shampoo...?

Ruki: It's a shampoo that prevents blonde hair from turning yellow.

MC: Is it the same one you use on the black parts of your hair?

Ruki: Yes, it is. But the black parts of my hair are starting to turn ashy, so I need to stop using it.

MC: Do you have to mail order it?

Ruki: No, it's sold in normal stores.

Reita: I don't use perfume anymore.

MC: You don't use perfume? Do you make your own frgrance?

Reita: Yes, I do.

MC: Body odor

Aoi: My perfume is...GUCCI's...ummm...what was it again...it's the one in the round, black bottle...

MC: Alright. The round, black one by GUCCI.

What about shampoo?

Aoi: ...Vidal Sassoon...

The audience starts laughing.

Aoi: WHY IS THIS WHAT YOU LAUGH AT?

MC: Maybe they just like it. Vidal Sassoon is a good brand, right?

Aoi: Yeah

MC: Next, let's talk about something you used to be able to eat but can't anymore. Or vice verse.

Uruha: I...oysters. I couldn't eat them.

MC: Oysters

Uruha: Um...oysters...

Uruha apparently made oyster-shaped hand gestures to describe them.

MC: Ok...

Uruha: I used to throw up whenever I'd eat them, but now I think they actually smell good.

MC: How do you usually eat them?

Uruha: Well...you know...any way...

Kai: Okra

MC: Okra...?

Kai: I used to eat it with natto, but now I can't. I like natto with green onions. And eggs.

MC: It's delicious with eggs, huh?

Kai broke into a huge smile.

MC: Oh wow! What a lovely smile! You have a great smile!

The audience started laughing.

Ruki: I can't really drink alcohol, but I'm able to drink cassis orange now.

MC: Cassis!

Ruki: It's sweet and tasty, but I get sleepy after two glasses.

MC: But that's nice in its own way. I envy people who don't like drinking.

Ruki: Really?

MC: Yes. I'd rather not be able to drink alcohol.

Ruki: But it gets kinda lonely, ya know?

MC: Oh really?

Ruki: When everyone goes out and orders a mug of beer or a glass of wine, I have to be like "I'll have a Cassis orange..."

Reita: I can't eat vegetables...

MC: Vegetables? You couldn't eat them?

Reita: And...I still can't east them...

MC: None at all?

Reita: Well...Cucumbers and tomatoes are okay...but...

MC: Nothing else?

Reita: Nope. Especially not leafy vegetables. The idea of eating leaves...I just....as a human being...I just can't tolerate it..

Aoi: I don't really have anything I don't like.

MC: Can you eat leaves?

Aoi: Oh yes! I can eat leaves!

MC: Oh? He eats leaves!

Aoi: Oi! But...

During the talk event, ZAKUROgata no yuuutsu was playing in the background. Right as Aoi starts to speak, the flatline sound at the end of the song cut Aoi off with a "beeeeeeeeeeep." 

Aoi lost his shit laughing—then the venue lost it. After he regained his composure, Aoi finished answering the question.

Aoi: ...croquette. I don't like them.

Audience: Eeeeeeeeh?!

Aoi: Yeah

MC: What don't you like? Are they too greasy?

Aoi: That's part of it...but mostly I don't like the filling. I don't like paste-y things.

MC: What about tonkatsu?

Aoi: Oh! I love tonkatsu!

MC: Pork cutlets are okay! What about meat croquettes?

Aoi: Ohhhh~! I loooove them~!

Audience: Eeeeeeeeh?!

MC: Huh? You like them?

Aoi: Well yeah...It's meatballs...

MC: No! I said meat croquettes...

Aoi: Oh?! Meat croquettes?! Noooope!

MC: Anyways. Congratulations!

Everyone: What?!

MC: You've just won $3,000,000! What would you spend it on? Let's start with Aoi!

Aoi: I'd start by getting a new place...

MC: An expensive place?

Aoi: Yeah

MC: I think you'd still have money left over.

Aoi: Well, I'd have to pay rent n’ stuff.

Audience: Eeeeeeh?!

MC: Wait?! You wouldn't just buy the place?!

Aoi: Nahhh. I get bored easily, so I like to be able to move around.

MC: Oh! You're thinking ahead!

Reita: I wanna throw a wad of bills at everyone here!

Audience: Yaaaaay!

Reita: See! Everyone wants a wad of bills! I want someone to throw a wad of bills at me too.

MC: What would they do with them? Toss them at you?

Reita: No...it'd be a present.

MC: Reita's really working the room, huh? What a good guy.

Ruki: Can I just pay to get my driver's license?

MC: What do you mean?

Ruki: Like I roll up and am all "Here's $10,000, so just give me the license." without having to take the test.

MC: Noooo. It's $3,000,000.

Ruki: I know. I just thought $10,000 would be enough.

MC: You're right. You don't need to pay $300,000,000. Just $10,000 is fine.

Ruki: Really?1

MC: Noooo! How would I know?!

Ruki: Soooo...after I get my license, I'll buy a car and have one of my friends teach me how to drive. Then I can finally tell people cars are one of my hobbies. And I wanna be in a car magazine or something!

MC: What kind of car do you want to buy?

Ruki: Well, I don't really know anything about cars. But I saw a Jaguar on the street the other day!

MC: Yes?

Ruki: It has the little statue...on the front...

MC: Yes

Ruki: I wanted to like...break it off...and take it home with me.

The audience started laughing.

Ruki: Oh! And I'm really into homes made of concrete. I wanna move to the countryside where there aren't any people. Somewhere with a station that doesn't even have an attendant.

MC: Wouldn't that get kinda lonely?

Ruki: ...I guess I would get lonely...

Kai: I wanna hold a really extravagant live.

MC: Oh! A really extravagant live, huh?

Kai: So, every time we play a song, it's like "POW!"

MC: With lots of effects and stuff!

Kai: Yes! And the stage is made of money!

The audience starts laughing.

Kai: And...can't you make a name for yourself in history with money...?

MC: In history...?

Kai: Like in textbooks and stuff. Wouldn't we get written up in textbooks if we have enough money...?

MC: I dunno.

Kai: ...ummm...and I wanna donate money to Niigata (who just had an earthquake).

MC: Yeah. They have it tough right now. Is anyone in the audience from Niigata?

A girl in the audience raised her hand.

Kai: Oh! You must be having a hard time right now. Then I'll give you $3,000,000!

Uruha: I want a private jet!

MC: A jet!

Uruha: I saw one on tv and got envious.

MC: Ohhhhh

Uruha: And then it'll be like let's have a live and gooooo!

MC: So you wanna take off? Just like that?!

Uruha: Yeah

MC: But I'm not $3,000,000 would be enough.

Uruha: It's not enough...?

MC: In America, it costs $200,000 just to charter a jet like that roundtrip.

Uruha: Oh no....

MC: But maybe your management will buy you one when you become famous internationally!

Uruha: Ok!

MC: Alright! These phycological tests are popular lately, so let's give one a try. Think of two 4 kanji words or idioms.

The members take some time to write them down.

MC: Let's start with Uruha!

Uruha: Ki-shi (being saved from the brink of death)

Uruha wrote a two kanji idiom 起死 (ki-shi) instead of a four kanji one.

MC: Ehhh...? Ki-shi...?

Uruha: Yeah

MC: That's a 4 character idiom...?

The audience starts laughing.

Uruha: No. It's supposed to be two, right?! Huh?

Uruha looked so confused that the MC came over to Uruha and whispered in his ear that it was supposed to be a 4 character idiom, not 2. Uruha got all flustered and broke out in a big smile when he realized he messed up.

The other members started laughing so hard they were all banging on the desk in front of them. Aoi and Reita kept looking at eachother like "brooooo."

Reita pointed at Aoi then put his finger to his temple, twirling it like "He's so crazy."

Uruha looked so embarrassed. 

Uruha: Lemme try again! Ki-shi-kai-sei (being revived from the brink of death)

起死回生 (ki-shi-kai-sei) means "being revived from the brink of death" but it also means "recovering from a hopeless situation." A hopeless situation like Uruha fucking up so badly everyone lost their shit. 

MC: And a second one!

Uruha: Incoherrent

Kai: Story composition and development, people-pleaser

Ruki: Survival of the fittest, one meal a day

Reita: Cultivate character by working hard, men and women of all ages

Aoi: Writhing in agony, three day monk

A three day monk is someone who can't stick to anything for long—like if you become a monk, but only stick with it for 3 days.

MC: Okay! So the first phrase represents your outlook on life. First, Uruha wrote rebirth.

Uruha: Yes

MC: Which means you're always looking for another chance. That's good. Kai wrote "story composition and development."

Kai: Yes

MC: Ruki said "survival of the fittest." 

Ruki: ...yes...

MC: Reita what did you write?

Reita: Cultivate character by working hard.

MC: Self-improvement! That's good!

Reita: Yeah

MC: But for Aoi-san...it's all over.

Aoi: Yes

MC: The second one represents your view on love. So...Uruha. Please tell us what you wrote for the second one.

Uruha: ...incoherent...

MC: Making love incoherently...?!  That's gotta be a lie.

The audience laughs.

MC: Next is Kai! What did you write?

Kai: People pleaser

MC: Well that speaks for itself. Next is Ruki...whose answer is kinda problematic...

Ruki: Yes

MC: What did you write?

Ruki: One meal a day

MC: What do you mean by that?!

Ruki: Nooooooo nothing

MC: One girl a day?!

The venues absolutely loses it.

Ruki: Nooooo

MC: And now Reita-san wrote "mean and women, young and old"

Reita: Yes...

MC: So...Reita is okay loving...young and old people...women...and MEN...

Reita: Ehhhh it's just...from young people to the elderly...I just love everyone.

MC: And Aoi...the second one you wrote.

Aoi: Three day monk

MC: Are you a 3 day monk?!

Aoi: No!

MC: You just get bored and love someone new right away.

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which is the last pair You've been thinking about? (Asking for curiousity)

Torn between lying to you and finding some pair I never get to talk about to yell about on a soapbox. Or just being honest and saying awesamdrunz because its so constantly there I think its a permanent fixture now. I wake up? Awesamdrunz. I'm doing college courses? Awesamdrunz. I'm eating dinner? Awesamdrunz. Incredibly comforting, oversaturated and homey domestic.

I do think about other pairs though, in less consistency.

Niki and Punz: Listen, I can never remember how much I've talked about them but I think they are inherently interesting in their potential. If I wasn't so sleepy I could probably give you thirty paragraphs about why these two would be So Fun to character study and why they should be friends and why I need more interaction between them.

Michael McChill/Wilbur: Objectively the healthiest pairing for Wilbur. I'm not saying that MM could fix him, but he's the only person who could survive without becoming worse. Plus its funny as fuck. Wilbur is playing guitar on his couch and McChill has no one to blame but himself for setting up a radio station that allowed people to find him.

Tina/Hannah: Tina calling her "my" fairy is insane. The fact that Hannah is Egged and therefore has tentacle vines to fuck Tina with is also insane. Please imagine Tina in pretty battle armor going to save her Hannah from the Egg while Hannah tries to fuck her. Listen to me. There's very little yuri I can pull from this fandom without genderbending and I don't ship Niki/Puffy. Tina and Hannah have POTENTIAL dammit.

Dream/Philza: I can never get enough of this, for all that there's minimal content for it. I don't even have a good explanation as to why, it just delights me. I see it and instantly go Brrr. They need to be so abnormal for forever and I need to be in the front row witnessing it. Please let me.

Dream/Foolish: [REDACTED]

Tommy/Tubbo/Ranboo: I'm definitely too tired to go into depth about these guys and why they spin around in my head but like- tldr, in the CKAU, Ranboo and Tubbo got super divorced after it was revealed that Ranboo was working with Dream. Then Tubbo entered a relationship with Tommy, and then Ranboo also, separately, entered a relationship with Tommy. Except Tubbo and Tommy are also very much not okay due to both having So Many Issues. Tommy and Ranboo are fine though.

Fundy/Dream: god I wish I could have 500000 fics of these two to read right now. I love them. Send post.

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Masky headcanons

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He still has some trauma and does not like the operator (no shit really)

I can see him being in to collecting stuff like butterflies

He has anger issues and prob has broken a lot of shit

He’s pretty bad at controlling his temper

He loves dogs-can’t bring himself to kill them

He kinda smells good-I picture him smelling like he choppes wood

Hates how he looks bc of his hair-he’s proud of the beard tho

The only one who can sadly handle the stove make good food and not burn the house down

Can play the guitar 100% it’s just his style kinda hates cameras and being in photos or films

He’s never in control of his emotions he’s very egotistical and thinks about himself

Anger issues go -brrr

Yeah his anger issues are BAD -but he know that and when he gets mad and throws a tantrum he goes out to blow steem off

Smoking,killing,drugs etc are all helpful to him

I say he hates weed idk why he smokes other shit he just does not like the effects of weed- it reminds him of the first time affected by the operator

After mh (marble hornets) he kinda started collecting stamps or pins -makes him feel normal

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Sorry this one’s short I will add more tho!

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Tag game from @marejorie Rules: tag 9 some people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the questions below!

Last song: Sermon of Sister Rust. There's something really poignant about that song I love, almost done with COUNTER/Weight and have been thinking about that song a lot. (Also been learning on guitar which is really fun and cool to playyy, haunting song)

Three Ships (Last Three):

Charmuro (Mobile Suit Gundam. mech rivals make my brain go brrr)

Cassander Timaeus Berenice and Mako Trig(COUNTER/Weight. My silliessss)

I don't have that many ships tbh but yeah :)

Currently Reading: Been switching between Time is A Mother by Ocean Vuong (Good good poetry book gah) and @celestialkindliness 's Tenafic (I've been wanting to read it more bestie but I'm bad at reading ficsss)

Last Movie: Stalker. Sometimes you read a poem. Not in the sense of something to be analyzed, to be dissected, no, but to read a poem in which it moves through you, the words, the exact phrases, you might not be able to parse upon first reading it, but the emotions, the feelings, run through you with the magnitude of a train hitting you, leaving you breathless, panting, and in awe. Stalker is that kind of poem

Craving: I wanna go to an art museum but can't for awhile >:(

I tag: I'm silly and anxious about tagging peopleee so like totally no pressure @blackthornass @rae-sunshin3 @r0ryy @citrusmaris @patrickdiomedes @thespaceseagull @celestialkindliness @lunatunez @fourteenfishteen

and like... anyone else who wants too