#how to freestyle longer without messing up

[weirdthingskid]

So I went ahead and made the parody with Olive, so here's the lyrics changed to fit everyone's favorite veteran snarker!

I imagine this is Olive talking to Otto about everything that stresses her. (Hence "give it to your partner")

I'm calling this Under the Oddness, you'll see why

I'm your partner, I'm not nervous I'm as tough as the crust of the Earth is Got the gadgets, squishinated Trustworthy, you can see how my face is...*beat* I don't ask about the cases Precincts don't have additional aces "Whatever's the problem", won't rest 'til I solve 'em I take what I'm handed, I break what's demanded - but!

Under the surface, I feel stuck in a marathon runnin' forty-three full miles Under the surface, the Big O, was he ever like, "Yo, I don't want to take the files?" Under the surface, I know there's no freestyle if I don't pass the trials A flaw or a crack, the straw in the stack That breaks the camel's back, what breaks the camel's back? It's-

Oddness that'll drip, drip, drip and'll never stop, whoa Oddness that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, your partner's wiser Make her every single agent's advisor Who am I if we can't score the go-o-oal? Can't control, the-

Oddness like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Oddness that'll a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, she's been here longer Always solving every oddity that crossed her Who am I if I can't carry it all? If I falter

Under the surface, I can't look back, but it jerks me, I worry the past is gonna hurt us Under the surface, the captain goes down, who's around to head without hassle? Under the surface, I think of the disasters, can we become forecasters? These things you've gotta face, the pieces out of place You try to stop the worsening, you're off in outer space

But wait, if I could shake the crushing weight of investigations Would that free some room up for fun, or relaxation, or taking time off? Just take your mind off of growing "oddstuff" Gets stranger, grows weirder 'Cause all we know is

Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, it doesn't hurt, and See if she can handle every spiraling burden Trapped, lost in a game of chess, yet doesn't guess *boom* no distress

Just oddness like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa Oddness like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh Give it to your partner, but don't surrender Face all our problems by sticking together Who are we - the team to always progress Don't yield, no mess No distress, we fight oddness!

[the-marron]

7, 22, 24 for the writing asks if no one's asked them yet? :)

Thank you :D I am honoured by your interest ❤

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

Talking to people. The running joke is that I write and publish things to lure poor, unsuspecting souls into talking to me 😂 But joking aside, I think I enjoy writing itself a lot, it relaxes me and helps me de-stress, at the same time, it keeps my braincells engaged - 'does this setting work?' 'would this character do this?' 'is this the right word?' It's constant enrichment for Marrons.

22. How organized are you with your writing? Describe to me your organization method, if it exists. What tools do you use? Notebooks? Binders? Apps? The Cloud?

Eeeeeeeee... I use no tools? I am a mess, truly.

Like I am pretty much freestyling when I write. I usually do talk the ideas through with friends, to see if they are as cool as I think they are, and very oftenI get pointers on how to make certain things work better, or how x is similar to y so 'maybe something else here?'. I am a pack animal, so I like to talk about ideas and to submit them to 'peer review' so to say.

I usually have to have the ending figured out before I start writing though - I have to have a clear goal in mind towards which the plot is heading.

I write longer, plotty things in tandem with Ascel and our notes are much more detailed and full of memes and random scribbles we cannot decipher later. We also run a doc with 'AGENDA' of ideas to write together, with all the plot points we came up with, so this is the serious business.

24. How much prep work do you put into your stories? What does that look like for you? Do you enjoy this part or do you just want to get on with it?

Prep work? You are giving me too much credit here, I am afraid, I just sit down and write, usually with a designated playlist playing. Unless we are talking about research, then there are two modes:

Shanghai - in this case, it is common that I first finish a book about 1930s Shanghai and then realize 'ooooh, you can make a fic out of this!' and boom, there it happens. I try not to come off as a manic academic in my notes, so I refrain from citing exactly which book inspired which part of the story, but if it takes place in Shanghai then I can trace the inspiration pretty well 😅

Random research that happens in the middle of the story and takes up half of the day. My favourite bits of such random research are: texting Ascel 'can they have cars????' in the Mummy au without any preamble, so that it sounded like I was talking about my siblings (yes, they can historically have cars. My siblings also can have cars, in case you were wondering), me doing research into the history of lollipops to check if ZYL can have those (Mummy au again) and ending up buried deep in articles about victorian medicine available in stores, and me looking up the maps of different palaces and chinese houses for dragon!SW au for literally one scene to work. One second I am finishing a sentence, the next it's 2 hours later and I have a lot of useless knowledge about idk, Qinq dynasty palace rooftops, you know how this goes... I enjoy it quite a lot.

[dorayakimanjiro]

My Covenless Romance TOH Hunter x Reader HC

Golden Guard/Hunter x Guitarist! Reader

Reader is the guitarist of My Covenless Romance.

("My Covenless Romance" is basically the Boiling Isles' version of "My Chemical Romance")

A/N: This took longer than excepted lol

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• He was on a patrol at the night market.

•Hearing commotion, he rushed to the scene to find.. a crowd of teenagers cheering and..crying? to a band playing on a stage.

• 'What's so "great" about them? Sheesh, just go to the Bard Coven if you wanna watch someone performing or whatever' he prob thought.

•"Authorities and rules are so much better" little jerk most likely thought that too.

• “My Covenless Romance” written in a poster above the stage.

•Intrigued by everyone's hype, he stayed to see what was all about, obviously ONLY and STRICTLY for " investigation purposes". (Nah bestie you aint fooling anyone)

•It'll just be 5 minutes....

•He stayed the whole concert 💀

•rip his duties.

• After the incident, he started going regularly to the night market to "patrol" since he caught sight of insights of "suspiscious witches"

• The next day, he reported catching insights of a suspicious group of witches and for that reason he would patrol the market more frequently.

• LIEESSSSS. LIL EDGY MAN WANTED TO WATCH HIS EMO GROUP PERFORM JSLSIAHAKSHWNAK

• A FANBOY, has MCR shirts, albums and a few posters.

•Kikimora is TIRED of him.

•Belos is too focus on himself to even notice his nephew's new found interest/ maybe hobby??

• Plays their music on his crystal ball and sings his heart out on his room. (obviously with a nullifying sound spell around the room)

•Tried learning a few songs with his guitar. (I have a HC Hunter knows how to play guitar ok?)

• The more he listened to their music, the more he wanted to learn about the band's members.

• Researched on fansites for information about the members such as their name, their positions or roles in the band and the most important one, at least to him, which coven were they part of; and if it wasn't obvious, everyone was from the bard coven. (BARD COVEN SUPREMACY)

• As he passed through all the information, there was only one member left to check.

• Surveying through your information, you were the guitarist, "(Y/N) (L/N) is the youngest of the group with the age of 16, despite their young age, they managed to enter the bard coven without complications, which makes them a really talented witch", if he wasn't interested enough before, OH BOY, NOW HE WAS.

•He likes electric guitars, you play one pretty good, yeah new simp for you.

• Aside from being the guitarist, you were also the lead singer, so sometimes you helped the main vocalist on the chorus, or you had solo parts.

•He loves your singing and watching you perform live makes his days better.

• If by any chance you changed some notes and did a musical arrangement that wasn't part of the original song, or did a random freestyle, he would get goosebumps by how great it sounded. *chef kiss*

• You really captived this boy's heart :,,,) ❤️

•When MCR annouced they were doing a fan-sign, believe me when I say he RUSHED, as if Belos asked him to do it, to bought a ticket for the event.

(If you don't know what a fan-sign, then SEARCH IT UP, YOU LAZY! JK, a fan-sign its an autograph signing album event, used in K-pop; you interact with your fav idols personally, like asking them question, talking or holding hands with them, etc)

•Baby boy was really nervous to meet you, was excited and jumping out of happiness but also felt ill and restless. Just the thought of you knowing his existence was enough to send him to cloud nine.

•Blondie was slaying the “My Covenless Romance” shirt.

•Thank titan he put on his gloves today because his hands were SWEATY.

• On missions and at the coven, he was a professional at dealing with anxiousness and emotions in general; but! this is YOU who we're talking about, the (Y/N) (L/N).

• An internal mess. 🙃

• None of the training, he worked his entire life with, prepared him for such moment.

*At the day of the fan-sign*

• 30 minutes had passed and Hunter was waiting anxiously on the line. (Dude arrived very early. Told kiki to do his shift hshshshs)

• 10 minutes later, it was finally his turn!

• Approching the table, he kneeled to be eye-leveled with the first band member and talk comfortly with them.

• He had a great time chatting with each member; they answered his questions, signed his photo album, some even complimented his stunning mangenta eyes!

• Got flustered by the compliments.

• Other members were playful with him, making him play silly things like rock, papers and scissors or just patted his fluffy hair (with Hunter's permission, of course).

• You were sitted at the last end of the table, making you the last member to interact with (the best for last bestie 💅).

• The nearer he approached, the greater his nerves.

• 'Just one more member left and its my turn with (Y/N), please, don't mess things up Hunter' he thought.

•Would steal glances your way when talking to the member infront of him, he didn't meant to be rude, but you were so gorgeous up close.

(BE PREPARED FOR YOUR COLLEAGUE TO TEASE THE HELL OUT OF YOU FOR THE BOY'S ADORABLE BEHAVIOR, HECK YEAH THEY NOTICED.)

• (Y/N) waved farewell to the fan before them and patiently waited for their turn with the blonde boy that was chattering with their colleague.

• Soon enough, they sliced Hunter's album to (Y/N)'s way, meaning it was finally their turn.

• THE MOST ANTICIPATED MOMENT, HE WAS SCREAMING INTERNALLY.

• 'OH TITAN OH TITAN OH TITAN *screams in grimwalker*'

• His cheeks and ears turning pink, pulse increasing.

• “Hey buddy! What's your name?” you smiled.

• Goldy almost passed out because of that smile.

• “H-Hunter” he stuttered 'FUCK' he mentally cursed.

• "Hunter, nice name!" you said.

•His name rolling out of your mouth has to be the best thing that has ever happened in his life.

•"Thank you" he said, feeling butterflies in his stomach.

•“So tell me Hunter, did the other members teased you out much?” You asked while signing his album. Him staring wide-eyed.

• "Uh, I saw how much they teased you and got flustered by their comments, *sigh* Ah these guys, I'm gonna punish them after this" you said in a friendly way, an adorable pout adorning your lips as you finished your statement.

• YOU WERE WATCHING HIM THIS WHOLE TIME AND WAS WILLING TO DEFEND HIM FROM THE OLDER MEMBERS??!?!!?? ...yep, this gotta be a dream, no way its real, too good to be true.

• "No, no, no! Its okay, seriously, it wasn't THAT type of teasing, but thanks for your concern" he shifted his fingers under the table.

• "Hmmmm still gonna punish them though" both chuckled.

• You looked way more softer than what you looked on stage being all badass and hot af with your guitar with a face that shouted you could dominate the world if you pleased, but what he had in front of him was just a charming, lovable young witch. UwU moment

•"Say, I gotta admit your scar its pretty cool" you said pointing your finger to your left cheek, to mimic the side where the boy's scar rested.

• Reaching out his hand to touch it, his face reddened. A tiny "thank you" leaving his mouth, showing a small smile.

•Not wanting to trigger a possible bad memory (which was lol) to the ash-blonde-haired boy, the young guitarist didn't push more into the topic, despite being curious on how he got that.

• "I was wondering, if you weren't in the bard coven, what other coven do you think you would've joined instead?" Hunter asked.

• "I'm glad you ask, no one had really made me that question, interesting, yet I do have an answer, quite an odd one to be honest" you said.

•"I probably don't look like the type, however, I would've liked joining the Emperor's Coven, seeing witches like the Golden Guard fighting and being all mighty makes me kinda jealous sometimes; I've never talked to him but he seem quite an appealing guy " (Y/n) sheepishly answered.

• Hunter.exe has stopped working.

• "Wow.. that's really shocking" forgive him for replying lamely, his poor brain was melting y your answer.

•" Hahaha, I know right?! Are you interested in a particular coven or are you already in one?" you asked.

• "ME? Of course not! I'm still checking out and making up my mind" he replied. No way he was gonna tell you he was the Golden Guard, not yet...

•" Well, if by any chance you choose Bard, we'll be waiting for ya" you winked.

• Thank titan he was already on his knees because his legs gave up.

•"Then, what got you into MCR, Hunter?" you asked

•"Definitely by the band's music, your albums and singles are amazing! OH! And your guitar's solos? ARE mind-blowing and you look so breath-taking while playing. I gotta admit, after a while I just listened to MCR albums only because of you-" he blurted out.

•'Oh shit....' both hands flew to his mouth.

• (Y/n)'s cheeks turned red.

• "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize unt-" he said agitatedly.

•”Hey- Hey! It's okay! I really appreciate your support, I..I like it" you shyly confess.

•The manager behind you made a signal meaning time had run out.

•”Aww dang it! Time ran out, it was nice meeting you Hunter” you offered him both your hands.

•“Likewise (Y/n)” he said taking both of your hands.

• Interwining your fingers with his, earning a gasp from the magenta-eyed boy, his face and ears becoming as red as a tomato.

•'So adorable! just as I expected' you thought.

•“Let's see each other at the next fan-sign!” you said while wiggling your hands with his.

•"Yeah! Sure!" he exclaimed, letting go his hands, you gave him his album and bid farewell to each other.

• He couldn’t sleep that night, he still felt your hands grabbing his.

• A blushing mess.

• He couldn’t wait for the next concert and fan-meeting. 🥰

Bonus:

• After the fan-sign, the band's members were all over (Y/n) asking them questions about the charming blond boy. (Yep, they watched the whole thing)

• Teasing (Y/n) to no end saying the blondie would be their future partner. (Y/n) secretly didn’t mind. 😳

• Everyone received a well deserved punishment from (Y/n) .☺️

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[quitesins]

Layers

Masterlist

Tags: 18+, heavily implied nsfw but nothing technically explicit, freestyle, this was meant to be a thirst about Diluc’s arms, Idk how we ended up like this.

The first time you see him, there’s a scowl on his face. He looks stiff overall, cloaked in a thick jacket with even thicker gloves to match. His frown only deepens when he catches you staring, and you then realise it’s because you’ve unintentionally been giving him a look of perplexity.

The second time you see him the gloves are off. His hands are on display, working through the bar, veins prominent. It’s hard to look away. Maybe he notices your fluster, because you swear when he hands you your drink, there’s knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

The third time you see him, the night is cold. Too cold to stay out any longer. Too cold to understand how Kaeya does it in his outfit. Too cold to even open the doors to the tavern without fumbling a little, fingers nearly numb. The wave of warmth is quick to soothe you as you make way to the bar, but the chill still remains in your body. That is until something is draped over you. It’s soft, snug, and… a strangers- your head snaps back quickly. Only to be greeted by a mess of red hair, and an equally red man. And because of that, maybe you heat a little more.

Watching him work away with his arms out, proves to be even more difficult than seeing him without gloves. Surprisingly, the shirt under the layers of clothing he wears, is short at the sleeves, distractingly so. His muscles tighten with his work, the veins on his arms evident. There’s a part of you tempted to run your fingers along them, maybe even rest your hand atop his bicep, in a gentle hug. But you refrain, choosing to fiddle with the straps of his coat instead.

The fourth time you see him, his hands are on you, feverish. The tension and longing, finally snapping. You didn’t quite care for the conversation of the fatui man opposite you, but a free drink was a free drink. The night stays boring, until two darkened eyes make contact with yours. Red. It’s all red when he pulls you aside, into a room away from the rest. Green. Its green you see with the room dark, an envy swirling deep within his irises. Purple. Damn purple as the two of you scramble to mark each other without thought. Sucking deep and lasting love bites into unmarred skin, holding each other so close, as if to let go now would be to let go forever. Clear. All clear when the daze of lust mists over, heavy breaths in sync, taking the moment to look at each other. Beyond all the blur of emotions, one seems to remain unwavering: love.

The fifth, sixth, seventh, time you see him, his arms hold you. His hands caress your face, his lips kiss your cheeks. He’s whispering words he’d never tell another soul. Whispering things that make your heart melt. The eighth, ninth, tenth, maybe even eleventh, you’re in his home, flitting about like its your own, Diluc watching, knowing it soon would be. The twelfth time, no it’s probably been more, there’s tears, from you and him, a ring slipping onto your finger, a kiss that seems to last forever.

The- archons know how many times it has been since you first saw him- he’s uncovered to you, in all forms. His body, his mind, his soul, it’s all bared with no hesitation or regret. When he kisses you, it’s with emotions he doesn’t need to speak. When he touches you, it’s gentle and doting, like he wants nothing but to keep you safe. When he holds your hands in his, bringing them to feel his body, it’s to show you a heart he doesn’t want to hide. Through all his layers, quite literally at times, if there’s one person he will never keep a thing from, it’s you.

I will come back to read through and edit this later, its 2am I am dies

Edit: im back and I feel like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time

[nctsworld]

meet me at the borderline

☆ jaehyun x reader | dance au | enemies to lovers | smut | 4k   

→ summary: although you and jaehyun are rival dance team captains, you two end up talking with your bodies in the dance studio one evening. → warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), table sex, mirror sex, some praise kink, swearing, some angst → rating: explicit → notes: part of a longer fic that i yearn to write one day, but until then… this is what y’all will receive 

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

It’s 8pm on a Friday night at the university’s main dance studio. Everyone on campus is either attending frat parties, at the clubs downtown, or at home, so you’re taken aback when you walk in and are greeted by the one and only Jung Jaehyun. 

He immediately stops dancing and hurries over to his phone on the floor to turn off the music playing. The panting dancer holds your gaze through the wall-sized mirror and takes off his cap for a moment to wipe his sweat away before putting it back on. 

“I was here first,” he states firmly with a squint of his eyes, anticipating for you to leave, but Jaehyun knows to expect less of you. With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you stride into the room, hearing the door click behind you, and cross your arms with a shrug. 

“Did you book the studio for tonight?” 

He tenses, “No, I didn’t, but—” 

“If you don’t have another excuse for me to go, don’t be such a baby and I’ll make sure to stay out of your way.” 

The dance captain eyes you sauntering towards the back corner of the room, setting your backpack down. As you sit on the floor and begin to change shoes, he appears in front of you.

“Look, I’m trying to practice the set for the competition. I hate to be a dick—”

“No, you don’t; you love being a dick.” With a bitter, wide smile, you look up at him, still putting on your sneakers.

Jaehyun glances up for a second, as if in deep thoughts, with pressed lips. He then raises an eyebrow and nods his head side to side. 

“Perhaps, but anyway, I didn’t bring my headphones today and we shouldn’t even be seeing each other’s choreo before the show—” 

“Well, good news,” you stand up and begin to tie up your hair. “Unlike you, I brought headphones, so you can practice in peace. Oh, and I hate the sight of you and your flat ass, so I won’t even look at you dancing. We good?” 

You fold your arms once more. From one captain to another, you hold his stare, not wanting to back down from this mere fight. All you want is to get in some practice before the weekend with a proper mirror, is that too much to ask for? 

It takes some time, but the opposition yields to you, tilting his head to the floor and grumbles under his breath. As he walks back to his side of the room, you’re surprised he backed down so easily without a snarky response. Maybe Friday nights were his off days too.   

“At least I have an ass,” Jaehyun’s holler echoes against the walls. 

Ah, you spoke too soon. Placing your headphones over your ears to drown out your surroundings, you start your usual warm-up. Shortly, both of you dive into your separate worlds of melodies and movement. 

About half an hour later, you’re sitting cross-legged on the floor for a water break and set your headphones aside. You take a sip from your bottle and go against your word from before, indulging in a glance at the other dancer in the room.

Even though Jaehyun is an ass (and lacks one),—and you’d never tell the following to his face—he’s still a pretty sight to see, especially when his shirt occasionally rides up to flash his abs. 

When he catches on that you’re taking a longer break than usual, he pauses his music.  

“Were you practicing your set too or were you freestyling?”

Caught off-guard by his conversational piece, you squint at him coming closer to you. You could answer honestly, but opt to hold your ground against his seemingly innocent question. 

“Why do you care?”

He scoffs, “Cause your footwork’s a mess, like always, and if you, as a captain, dance like that for your piece, I can’t imagine what your whole team looks like.” 

Your nose twitches prior to the clenching of your jaw. You’re fully aware of your weak points when dancing, as most dancers are, but to have the audacity to bring it up unprovoked? You slam your water bottle against the floor, the echo reaching all ends of the room, then stand to match his stance. 

“Well, you’re one to talk.” You stomp your way over, closing the empty space in between, and are now only a few steps away from him. “You’re tense with all your upper body movements. You’re like a hard stick from the hip up. It’s like you have no control over your core—”

“Whoa, hold on,” he holds a palm up and rushes to lift his shirt up. “Look at my abs and tell me I don’t have a good core.”

You’re definitely looking, a little longer than you should because you’re finally getting a close-up glimpse of his abs, and they’re the type that you could wash clothes off of. But it’s not like you haven’t seen abs in your life nor do you want to stroke his ego, so you maintain your demeanor and roll your eyes. 

“I didn’t say that. I said you have no control over your core.”

Jaehyun lets out a huff. You can’t detect it, but it’s laced with a tinge of disappointment over how unfazed you are. He frees his shirt and jogs over to his phone. A few scrolls later, he finally blasts music that you’re fairly certain isn’t part of his dance team’s set for the competition (you may have also gone against your other word and listened to what he was practicing to, but only for a little bit). 

“Fine, I’ll show you.” 

At this point, you’re amused because never in a million years you’d expect Jaehyun freestyling in a room alone with you. He starts off by feeling the sharp beats and flowing rhythm of the music and when he has a handle on it, he makes a deliberate effort to add body rolls, chest pops, and more in his freestyling to lay out his case. 

While taking mental notes, out of habit, you’re grooving along with him too with modest rolls, head nodding, and taps of your feet. He can tell you’re holding back, but Jaehyun smiles, basking in how you seem to be enjoying this from the smile reflected on your face as well. 

When he stops, he cocks an eyebrow at you, awaiting for your new verdict.

“Maybe you’re not as bad as you were before.”   

He grins, hard enough that his dimples show, and you dig a hole to hide away the underlying flutters of your heart. 

Still an asshole, but a cute asshole.  

“Now, show me what you got, Captain,” Jaehyun crosses his arms with a nod.  

You’re shaking your head, not wanting to be judged by Jaehyun any further.  

“Unless... you’re scared that I’m right about how shitty your footwork is?”  

If there’s anything stronger than the fear of judgement, it’s the power of spite. 

The song’s already onto the next, but the melody flows easily through you. Similar to Jaehyun, you place emphasis on your footwork, being conscious of switching your weight between the balls and heels of your feet and slowing your moves in order to be more sharp, more clean, but all the while purposefully hitting the beats and giving meaning to the moves. 

Your body’s out of control, owning all the floor space around you. When your body leads you to end up in front of Jaehyun, you snag the hat off his head and put it on. While you stick your tongue out in response, he’s laughing, thinking how you look better with it on than him, and he realizes how he’s never seen you in this element. 

“My footwork still shitty?” you ask, still dancing. 

“There’s room for improvement,” Jaehyun breaks his fixed stance, now beginning to dance along with you. “But you’re not that bad either.” 

Soon enough, you two are entangled in an unspoken dance battle, trying to one up the other with harder, stronger, better movements than the opponent. The moment Jaehyun drops his breakdancing skills, you bite back with your own strengths—fierce, sensual motions and dare to invade his personal space, in hopes he becomes flustered. 

And he does, because he freezes at the sight of your bent ass, which is practically against his hips, and how your fingertips ghost the floor, then you shoot straight up and roll into his body. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, glancing up at him with shallow breaths, restless from the ongoing battle. 

“Care to beat that?” you whisper, suddenly aware of your hands tugging the fabric of his track pants over his thighs. Your chest heaves, and Jaehyun’s drawn to the view in his proximity. 

Despite his crude ogles, he’s super conscious of ensuring that his hands are not touching you, fearing he’s reading the situation wrong, that perhaps this was only due to the adrenaline and anger you’ve both pented up over time. It’s not as if you’d ever want him, even if he was the last man on Earth.

Although you can’t read his mind, Jaehyun’s absolutely right. 

So why do you inch closer to his face?

Time slows as he begins to meet you halfway. Both of you are breathing in sync, hearts beating almost as one. You turn to grasp the crook of his neck, while he steadies you by your waist.  

However, when your lips crash into his, time speeds up and it feels like it’s slipping away. All your movements are rushed as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. The kissing—open-mouthed, hungry, and needy—doesn’t falter anytime soon. 

When you drop your touch from his neck, he runs his hands through your hair before caressing your cheek, deepening the kiss with more pressure. You’re sighing, humming into each kiss, and as Jaehyun pulls away to kiss your neck, you’re melting, knees feeling weak amidst your soft moans and eye rolls. 

Not wanting to actually melt in front of him, you tug at his shirt in between kisses, prompting him to follow you towards a small table on one side of the room. Once you’re there, you sit atop the table and continue kissing Jaehyun, who’s standing in between your spread legs. The handsome figure reverts back to kissing your neck, but this time feels adventurous, letting his hand snake under your t-shirt and grasp the side of your stomach. He embraces the smoothness of your bare skin, adores how you feel with every contact.   

There’s not much thinking happening, just lust coursing through each of your bodies. The lust distorts you so much, you don’t hesitate to take off your shirt and toss it to the floor. Jaehyun takes in your beauty for a brief second, before he follows suit and takes his shirt off too. His mouth captures yours again, while his hand kneads your ass and tugs you closer to his hips. 

Throughout his kisses that span all over your body, your hands roam and grip the entirety of his toned upper body. Almost instantly, you feel what you can only assume is his growing hard-on pressed against your core, causing you to moan.

“Can I finger you?” Jaehyun asks the filthy question with a certain air of courtesy, leaning his perspired forehead against yours. You nod fervently and squeak a simple, “Yes.” 

As you stand to get rid of your shoes and to wiggle your panties and leggings off, you notice Jaehyun laying the t-shirt he was wearing on the spot where you sat. He answers the confusion plastered on your face. 

“These tables are used for everything in this building; you never know what could be on them.” 

Today truly marks a day where you’ve never seen this many sides of Jaehyun before, but you don’t let yourself dissect the moment for too long. Since you still have your sports bra on, you opt to strip it off too, and jump back onto the table.  

Because you’re completely naked in front of him, Jaehyun takes more of his sweet time to bask in the sight in front of him, unsure if he’ll ever see you like this again. 

“Are you gonna keep staring,” you cusp his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Or are you going to finger me?” 

“I’ll do what I want when I want to,” he seethes along with your name. Without warning, his fingers hover under your exposed warmth, making you gasp. 

Jaehyun chuckles deeply, “You’re dripping wet for me and I haven’t even put my fingers in yet.”

His fingers continue to painfully tease you, rubbing long, horizontal lines back and forth across your folds.

You bite your lip, fuming, “Jaehyun, stop teasing and put them in already,” 

“Tell me I’m a good dancer.”

You sigh a half-chuckle and roll your eyes prior to muttering, “Fuck you.” 

The tease dips his fingers just slightly into your sex, then pulls out right away. And again, and again. You’re getting more frustrated by the second, pouting with piercing eyes. Jaehyun always liked it when he had an upper hand on you during arguments, but he likes it even more like this.

“Tell me I’m a good dancer, and I’ll put them in.” 

“Fine,” you scowl. “You’re a good dancer, but you know that alre—fuck.” 

He plunges two digits deep into you, and your walls clench in gratification. 

“You’re right. I know I am, I just wanted to hear you say it.” 

You want to kiss the smirk off his face, but instead, you’re leaning your head back and gripping the edge of the table, reveling in the sensation of his fingers filling you. The music from his phone may be still playing, but all Jaehyun can focus on are your heaven sent moans and the way your body writhes, all due to him. 

With his free hand, he trails his nails lightly down the spine of your back, making your sex pulse around his fingers even more. He palms the middle of your back as he begins to plant kisses on your clavicle, down your chest, then on one of your nipples. The label of a tease sticks with him. He dabs his tongue lightly here and there, barely traces a circle around your tip. 

When he decides you’ve had enough, he puckers his lips tight and his cheeks become sunken. And when he’s not sucking, his tongue flicks as hard as the suctions, like strobing lights. You react in a frenzy, hands reaching towards his hair, to stuff and tug them between your fingers.  

“Oh, God, Jaehyun...”

When Jaehyun takes your other breast into his mouth, your moans tether further as he also increases his fingering pace, causing you to grip onto his hair harder. You fear that it might be too rough, but then again, he deserves a little pain for all the fights you’ve had.  

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, still with your nub surrounded by his teeth. He maintains his rhythm, enthralled with the obscene sounds of your pussy taking his fingers. 

Feeling a little conscious, reasoning that his hand must be drenched with your juices, you stutter, “S-sorry.” 

“No,” he pulls away from your mound, shakes his head, and pulls his hand from your back to caress your neck tenderly. “It’s fucking hot.” 

Jaehyun kisses you with intensity, the speed of his wrist never relenting. You can’t even properly kiss him back because the pleasure is overwhelming, so much that if moans were a shade of paint, yours would be splattered all over the studio’s walls. You reach your peak with cries of his name, your honey glistening over his fingers. 

After he pulls them out and you’re coming down from your high, he runs over to his backpack and rummages through it. Your eyes flicker, noticing the little silver package in hand. Jaehyun wastes no time in coming back to your side. He places the condom next to you on the table and strips off his clothes in record time. 

Before he has a chance to open the condom, you jump off the table to grasp onto his wrist, gesturing for him to lean his backside against the table. He’s in awe as you drop to your knees in front of him.  

You stroke his hardened length, admiring his size, but waste no time in tasting him to avoid Jaehyun’s potential banter about how big he is. However, he’s not even in the right mindset to do so; he’s in a trance, stuck on everything you’re doing. 

Subconsciously or not, everything’s a competition with you two, so you showcase what you’re capable of doing with your tongue. Like him, you begin to be a painful tease, only giving small kitten licks on his cock. Then the next laps of your tongue are broad, but gradual.  

Wanting to see everything you’re doing, he holds your messy hair in a makeshift ponytail since the hair tie you had on must have flown off during the former scenes. Jaehyun grunts sharply as you ease him into your mouth, the warmth welcoming and encircling him wholly. After you bob and swirl your tongue concurrently, giving him a sneak peek of what you’re able to do, you stroke him lackadaisically and meet his eyes.  

“Now, you tell me I’m a good dancer,” you command.  

A brief chuckle escapes from above, “I don’t think you’re in the same position to ask me of that.” 

You challenge his words by taking his possession within your mouth once more. Holding him by the base to cover the area your mouth can’t, you jerk your head fast. With each bob and each swipe, more and more of your saliva covers Jaehyun’s desire. The slurps are so loud, so lewd. His face trembles and his grip tightens on your hair, the pleasure rising within him sooner than expected. 

“Okay, okay. You’re a great dancer—fuck, fuck. Slow down. I don’t want to come just yet.”  

You pull away, an extended line of your spit mixed with his precome draws out from your lips. Perking an eyebrow with a smolder, you light up your wrist rapidly. “Do you mean it?” 

He’s breaking apart from your actions, baring his teeth and grimacing. “Yes, yes. I fucking mean it.” 

With a smirk, you immediately drop him from your hand. He drags you upward into a mad kiss, in retaliation for the edging. Breaking apart from one another, you hurry to your original spot on the table. Jaehyun eases the rubber onto his cock and tugs you by your hips, having your ass laid on the very end of the table. 

He raises your legs up, to be partially extended in the air and engulfed around his body. You have one elbow perched on the table and one hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder. Jaehyun stabilizes you by having a grip on the fold behind your knee and hustles to line his possession up with your sex. The moment it is, his hand meets your waist and he inserts himself fully into you. 

Your back arches from his girth hitting you. Both of your moans expel, mingling with each other. He thrusts experimentally, testing the waters to see how you like it. Determined, deep thrusts. Shallow, swift thrusts. A mix of both. 

It didn’t matter, because you cry in ecstasy either way.   

Being aware of the music still playing from his phone, he wonders if he can plunge into you to match the beat. The current song was electronic and bass-heavy, making it difficult for him to truly match it, but your broken whimpers and name-calling don’t object to the fast thrill. 

God, he can feel the way your pussy contracts against his inches. 

“You know,” he pants heavily. “If I didn’t have good core control, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” 

It takes a bit of effort to come up with a response. All you muster up is, “N-not necessarily,” before you lapse into your elation. 

As you emit your endless moans, you spot your reflection in the wall-sized mirror. The sides of your bodies are parallel to it, and your eyes can’t tear away from the spectacle of you getting fucked by Jaehyun from another angle. It’s unbelievable how fit he is, but you see every flexed muscle and tendon in the mirror—from his neck to his ankles. 

“Do you like watching me fuck you?” 

His gaze confronts yours in the mirror, and you whimper with barely a bounce of your head.  

Jaehyun’s thinking about how beautiful you are, but he holds his tongue back. Rather, he grasps the nape of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss, except the kisses are hardly materialized because your lips are constantly parted. Your hot breath fans against his face and he’s attentive to how close you are to him. Not just physically, but beyond that too. He can’t explain it, but it’s as if you’re under his skin. 

He knows this will inevitably end, it has to, but he also knows he’ll want you again.  

Jaehyun’s officially hooked—to your taste, to your scent, to your air, to your everything.  

And he’s not the only one who feels that way too.  

You inform Jaehyun that you’re nearing again, and he readies himself for his own little death too. Once you disintegrate, he kisses you for the last time, followed by spurts of his seed, releasing himself into the condom.  

The two of you are heaving, sticky messes. Regardless, both of you hold onto each other for a little bit longer. Eventually, you must withdraw and you do.   

The tension in the room seems to shift as you both begin to catch your breath, like everything that just happened was a dream. You don’t regret it, neither of you do, but reality blankets over. You’re the first to reach for your clothes and begin to put them back on. Jaehyun peels off the condom and follows your footsteps. 

“This stays between us,” you express from afar, averting his eyes.  

“And it’s only a one-time thing,” Jaehyun adds, but is immediately unsure if he should’ve said that.

“Exactly, it’s like you read my mind.” 

Your chest clenches for a beat as the words come out of your mouth. You shake your head, trying not to think about it.  

“Are you going to stay in the studio a bit longer?” 

Reading his question as a simple inquiry, you don’t pick up the hopefulness in his tone nor do you see the look in his eyes.  

“No, no. You can finally get the studio to yourself. I’ve had enough practice for the night.”

Already dressed, you hurry to grab all your gear and stuff it into your backpack, prepared to leave. You’re practically out the door in an instant as you mumble your good-bye.

“I’ll see you around, Jaehyun.” 

While you’re walking home, Jaehyun’s still sitting on the floor of the dance studio with his hat in his hand, remembering the way you looked with it on.

At the same moment, you’re both trying your best to stop thinking about the other. 

Keeping this a secret between the two of you, you could do. If your team knew what went down, the best case scenario would be that you lose captaincy. The worst case was that you wouldn’t be a part of your team anymore. However, in either case, your best friends, who were also on the team, would likely question your loyalty and dedication, wondering why you’d ever do such a thing in the first place. The same applied to Jaehyun. 

Seeing Jaehyun again was inevitable. Your teams often collided during practice hours and sometimes fought for the studio. Although it’d be awkward, it’d be manageable. At least, you hope it would be. 

But the only thing neither of you could truly promise, nor did you two desire, was keeping this as a one-time thing, especially now, when you’ve had a taste of each other and yearned for more. 

One more month until the competition. 

What more could possibly happen between you and Jaehyun until then? 

[nctzanne]

Bisexual

[Smut, a tiny bit of fluff]

• Ten x Reader (fm)

requests closed ♡

-You are gay, aren’t you? I mean, by the way you look at Johnny, it’s pretty obvious- You speak nonchalant, fixing your eyes on the random yaoi movie you both are watching.

-I prefer calling myself bisexual- Ten answers with no amusement- I still don’t know how it’s to have sex with a girl-

-That’s why i thought you were gay- He laughs under his breath. You turn your sight to him, just to admire his delicate face traits. Indeed, Johnny was lucky.

Being friends with Ten was something... peculiar. He is a mystery, in every possible way. When you think you know him, suddenly he appears with a personality totally different from what he chose to show you. In those 5 years of knowing eachother, Ten always had something new to uncover about him, making you feel refreshed. There was no way you could be bored with him, everything felt new, funny, dangerous. He helped you to skip your first class, to get an A on maths, how to get drunk without puking, and how to freestyle dance. You just don’t imagine your life without him.

And now, that you both live together, everything got even better. Nights reading tarot cards, laughing at some Tik Toks, and even you both escaped to make a friendship tattoo: A little butterfly under your boob and under his chest. 

Some people would say that you both look like a couple, but there is no way Ten have ever felt that way with you. Oh, but if you talk about your personal feelings...

-Uhm, __, do i have something in my face or..?- Ten whispers so suddenly you snap out of your thoughts. One side of his face is iluminated by the different colors of the sunset that it’s occuring outside your balcony window. He looks so pretty like this, how can he even be real?

-Yeah, some uglyness over there- You try to play it cool, throwing a pillow towards him, positioning it on his lap so you can rest a bit over your heavy thoughts.

He doesn’t seem to complain, and starts playing with your hair. It feels so nice to be around him, he is your comfy zone, your safe space.

-I really want to know- he mumbles.

You freeze.

-Know? What do you wanna know?- For some reason, you don’t want to look at him.

-How it’s to have sex with a woman- he sounds so damn secure about himself, like those words didn’t afect you at all. But he’s wrong, your heart speeds up a little bit, trying to figure out where this conversation was heading to. No, there is no possible way that...

-I’ve been thinking about this a long time ago, you know- his voice goes deeper this time- I know so much about sex with men, but so little with girls. I really want to try how I develop during the act- What the fuck is he talking about?

-Ten, what the f...- he grabs you by your back so you sit up and face him. You are only centimeters away from your nose to rub his.

-I want to know... ___, please let me find out- he almost sound like begging. You hold your breath trying to conect the last neurons that are functioning so you convince yourself that you are not dreaming. You can’t help but look at his lips,just waiting for his sign...

There is no movement at all, not his, not yours. The only thing you can hear is your own heartbeat buzzing on your ears, his warm hands on the sides of your cheeks, his eyes piercing your thoughts.

-Just kiss me already- Your voice trembles, almost like if you are unsure. Actually, you are, there is no way this could end in a good way.

But all of that fades away when he connects his lips with yours. For a few seconds, it’s only that, just your lips touching. But it’s enough to make your mind go fuzzy, fireworks erupting on your lower belly, feeling like this moment should’ve happened so many years ago. When you interwined your fingers while walking on the park, or when he comforted you when you broke up with Kun. But no matter how awkward this moment was, it is everything you needed.

You don’t know how longer it takes for you to experimentally open your mouth a little bit, just to lick his lower lip, tasting the waters. He moves away quickly, leaving your mouth hanging open. You think you messed something up, but before you can apologize about taking things too fast he grabs you violently by the nape of your head, so he can start to kiss you messily.

Everything is tongue, saliva and teeth. There is no control, at all. His tongue works majestically inside your wet cavity, exploring every inch of it, like he was marking your mouth as his. You let him lead everything, you just melt under his ministrations, trying to fight his tongue only to earn a deep growl from his throat. 

He grabs your hips giving you a sign to sit on his lap and you do, gasping as soon as you feel his hard clothed member against you. He janks your hair just to have your neck fully display to him, so he can start marking you up. It first starts as tongue kisses, but slowly he sucks mercyless every inch of your neck and collarbones.

-Ten, i have dance classes tomorrow- you try to stay as rational as posible, running your fingers through his dark black locks- Dont mark me up-

He looks up to you, mouth full of saliva, eyes glistening -You are acting as if you aren't mine-

It felt like somebody totally different from Ten was talking to you now. When you said that he always had something new about himself to show, you weren't kidding. His voice was always sweet as a candy cane, but now you can swear he can cut a rock with a whisper. You shiver, not knowing what its going to happen at all.

-My dear pup- what... is that... a nickname? A pool starts to grow on your panties, and you are afraid you will wet his jeans as well- Do you think i don't know how i make you feel only by looking at you? By touching you?- he lays back on the sofa where you both at, just so he can admire your fucked up state, he is loving how wrecked you are by him- Why do you think i dont fuck any other girls, huh? Because I know how to drive you insane, i know how you masturbate with your filthy vibrator everynight you see me without a t-shirt, wishing that pleasure was given by me- your mouth opens in surprise, and you suddenly want to be swallowed by the couch and just disappear. It seems that he notices- The only girl i want to pleasure my whole life is you, because you are the only one who can make me feel this- he grabs your wrist so your hand touches his dick over his pants.

You are absolutely clueless of everything. So many things happening so fast. He heard you masturbating? He masturbates himself thinking about you? Is it now even the time to wonder about those things?

Almost on queue, he kisses your lips softly, caressing your hair -Let me make you feel good, pup. I want to try everything with you, only you-

A loud moan breaks the ice between you two. You look at eachother trying to figure out where the sound is coming, until you both face the TV. Right, the Yaoi movie. The scene is so fucking explicit you couldn't help by sigh, and that doesn't slip out of Ten.

-You like watching that, don't you?- he turns you around, so now that your back is pressed against his chest. He opens up your legs and in a blink of an eye has his hands roaming the waistband of your pajama pants. -You are so filthy, what if that was me and Johnny? Would you rather watch that?- you moan not only because of the scene you just imagine, but also that his fingers start to ghost against your wet folds- Or do you prefer me fucking you, making a mess out of you?- he teases you, rubbing gently but never putting enough pressure, he only rubs your pussy lips.

You open up your legs in desesperate attempt to make him touch you more, but he just takes his time. You are not watching the movie at all, your mind wandering about all the things you can try with him.

Finally, his index finger rubs your clit slowly in a up and down motion. You hate the fact that you are too vocal when it comes to sex, but it seems that for him it tastes like glory. Using two fingers now, he decides to rub your now hard and too sensitive nub in different ways, but when he starts to do it in circles is when you close your eyes and moan his name loudly.

-Okay, that's how you like it then- and you dont notice when he starts to pick up his pace. You are so close, so damn close due to all the dirty talking, but you don't want it to end.

-Ten please, i don't want to cum yet- you rest the back of your head on his shoulder, eyes rolling back. You can hear the sounds that come down from your wetness, and it seems that he tries in all best ways possible to make those sounds louder and louder.

-Who says you have permission to cum anyways, pup?- he whispers in your ear. His eyes are fixed in how his fingers are working on you, at the same time he is listening carefully how his name slips out of your tongue everytime he slows down. 

-Ten ‘m so close, please- You don’t know what are you begging for. Your legs tremble trying to hold your orgasm but you feel like you are going to explode.

-I love when you call me by my nickname, but sometimes i think you forget about my real name- He stops his actions, making you groan in disapproval, but he hush you while introducing his fingers on your mouth. You don’t want to admit it, but you truly love your own taste. 

You suck clean his fingers, swirling your tongue around them, while trying to look at him in the eyes, though it was kinda difficult due to the position he is. He bites his lips, humming in agreement, he likes what you are doing.

-I want to hear how you scream my name while i make you cum- He starts to rub your clit again, but 10x faster. He looks like an expert rubbing you, it feels so damn good, it’s impossible that he is a “girl virgin”.- Say it-

-Chittaphon...- You feel so embarrased, and don’t know why, but you choose to let go and get consumed by pleasure. You feel it, that tight knot begging for release, your hands holding on dear life by his arm muscles, hearing his grunts on your left ear, even the year of his piercings on your cheek makes you burn and get closer and closer.

-Chittaphon im cumming- you warn him with voice cracked, you can’t hold it any longer. 

-That’s it pup, let go, cum for me- He whispers and licks your earlobe. And that’s all that takes for you to disappear from earth, being sucked in by the orgasm that is washing you. You chant his name over and over again, your inner walls clenching around nothing, the climax seems to last for hours. You feel your clit throbbing, thighs full of your own liquids, and you black out.

-____, baby, it’s okay- He hears that you are whimpering, destroyed by pleasure.- Don’t move, let me clean you up- 

In a matter of minutes, you start to get conscious, eyelashes batting fast trying to recognize where you are. The aroma of Ten invades you and suddenly you feel calm, you are in his bed, covered, with a white t-shirt and nothing else below that. He is laying besides you, hugging you by your waist, caressing your skin with his thumb.

-Hey, you woke up. I was worried, i thought i knocked you out or something- He smiles, clearly proud of the mess he just made. You slap his shoulder, letting a little laugh slip out of your mouth.

-Sorry-

-About what?-

-I just passed out... i didn’t even suck you off- You legit feel embarassed.

-Ah, ____, i wanted it this way. It was perfect, trust me- He pecks your lips, worried that maybe you won’t believe him- This is what i asked for-

You feel your heart full. Of blood maybe, but it’s a metaphor to explain how complete this man makes you.

-So, are you bisexual or not- You try to change the subject, laying on your side so you can face him. You still don’t get used to the idea that probably, probably you both like eachother. He laughs outloud, with his perfect teeth on display, and then he bites his lip.

-Im ___sexual, for sure-

You don’t know what it’s going to happen before this. But that’s Ten’s essence, he is a complete mystery. And that’s why you are madly in love with him.

[writingforfunsies]

The Demon Brothers: Creative Outlets Headcanons

they are all immortals and when you've lived longer than you can remember, you're bound to find a creative outlet to destress, alleviate boredom, or you know, to just have fun!

Lucifer

He’s a busy demon. If he’s not working, he's sleeping, or cleaning up one of his brother’s messes, so he doesn't have that much time to just relax and explore his creative sides. 

That said though, it doesn’t mean he has no hobbies at all.

He plays the piano. He used to play it every morning, back when he’s still in the Celestial Realm, when he’d taught Lilith how to play the piano every morning and she’d sat besides him as his fingers moved across the keys slower so she could copy him. 

Nowadays, playing the piano feels very nostalgic and bittersweet, but you’ll hear soft, bittersweet melodies drift from the music room once in a while.

He also composes his own music, but that's an even rarer occurrence. The last time he created a new music piece was centuries ago. 

(Ever since MC came to Devildom though, he's been itching to write music for them.)

Practices calligraphy for fun. He has a whole set of brushes and ink and lettering pens. His handwriting is already beautiful but his calligraphy is even more amazing.

Another thing he does is gardening. He's got a great eye for landscape architecture, he's the reason why the house's backyard is pretty. 

He plants decorative plants and likes to cross breed flowers so the House of Lamentation's backyard is full of pretty shrubs and unfamiliar flowers. 

He is usually joined by Beel as he is the other brother that finds gardening very relaxing.

Mammon

He definitely shows his creativity by coming up with the most absurdly brilliant, out-of-the-box, original schemes to make money.

Mammon can draw, like really good. His drawings are very realistic. He prefers to use traditional media: charcoal pencils, graphite sticks, blenders, erasers, drawing pens, brushes, and maybe some watercolors.

He usually does architecture sketches.

But if you check his drawers, you’ll find several sketchbooks of his brothers in different candid poses. MC alone has taken up three whole sketchbooks. Mammon makes sure MC doesn’t see those sketches though.

Crashes Asmo’s Art Day regularly, claiming that if Levi’s invited then the Great Mammon should be too. Asmo and Levi always complains but they let him stay anyway.

Mammon also has a natural talent on jewelry making and metalwork. He makes jewelry from buttons, beads, pearls, diamonds, and crystals. From small pendants to elaborate neckpieces, simple anklets to ornate hairpins. 

Mammon has made metal bookmarks for Satan because the book lover always misplaces his bookmarks or destroys them in fits of rage when he doesn't like a book's ending.

He sculpts wood. It takes him months to finish one small piece because he only does it when he's really, really bored, he prefers to make his much more profitable jewelry. 

He keeps all of his sculptures in his room, small and detailed pieces of wood engraving of Devildom native animals lining up on one of the shelves.

Leviathan

This is canon but he draws! He doesn't think he's very good at it, but he really enjoys it. 

Unlike Mammon who likes to draw with his charcoal pencils and drawing pens, Levi prefers to draw digitally. He still switch to traditional media now and then though.

Has a monthly scheduled “Art Day” where he and Asmo hang out together, Levi draws with his sketchbook or his drawing tablet and Asmo paints. They basically just gossip and hype each other’s art.

Dabbles in making short animations but feels like it’s just not something for him. He makes short comics though.

He wants to be able to make his own video game someday though. Maybe after he learns programming.

He makes the most detailed cosplay outfits for his own cosplays. He sews really good and patches his brothers clothes when they ask. Where do you think Asmo learns how to sew his own clothes from?

Really good at dancing and he really likes it too. He's a natural at it. From the most intricate traditional Devildom dances to freestyle dancing. He can make new moves on the spot and can copy any moves from one look.

He’s a shy baby though, you’ll rarely see him dance when he’s sober.

Except when he’s playing DDR (Demons Dance Revolution). Then, it’s like he’s the most confident demon in Devildom.

Satan

Satan writes poetry when inspiration strikes him. He has also written short stories but he always comes back to creating beautiful poems. He’s got a way with words.

Photography is something he has only recently taken interest in but he has a great eye for taking breathtaking shots. 

Has become the family’s go-to photographer.

“Satan, take a picture of me and Mammon!” “Satan, take our picture, quick!” “Satan, help me get a picture for my Devilgram!”

He’s the reason Asmo’s Devilgram pictures always look like they’re taken professionally in a photo studio or something.

Satan loves art, likes to stroll through museums and stare at paintings for hours, but has little talent in creating them. Even so, he still likes to paint even if he's not good at it. 

Sometimes he just wants to slap paint on a canvas and make a colorful mess. It's fun. 

He joins Art Day every other month.

Another thing he does is knitting! It relaxes him. It gives him something to focus at when he's angry (um, angrier than usual), just to give his hands something to do that doesn't involve breaking anything. The simple patterns he makes are easy enough that they don't frustrate him. 

Rarely ever finishes his knitting though, you'll just find this 5 meters long knitted fabric in one corner of his room with the ends coming undone because he calms himself down enough to stop knitting.

Asmodeus

Regularly designs, cut, and sew his own clothes. 

Has a lot of sketchbooks full of drawings of flowy dresses and stylish coats and many aesthetically pleasing shirts. 

He has started his own clothing line and sometimes collaborate with Majolish. 

But for the most part, he designs clothes for himself and himself only, he doesn't want anyone else to wear clothes as fabolous as his.

Nail art? Nail art. 

Asmo paints all of the brothers nails and sometimes he'll persuade one of them to let him do a complete manicure, with glitter polish and shiny studs and all. 

Yes, even Lucifer. You just never see the results because Lucifer wears his gloves almost all the time.

Asmo creates beautiful makeup art. He doesn't really like a lot of makeup on his own face though, so his brothers' faces are his canvases.

He also has a great eye for interior decorating and flower arranging. He restyles his room every month.

Not many people know it but he paints. And he's very good at it. He has done a painting of each brother, the paintings can be seen on the walls of the House of Lamentation's hallways. 

Art Day with Levi (and sometimes Satan or Belphie) is spent with him in front of canvases, chatting with his brothers, paint splatters on his hands. It's the only day that he doesn't mind looking a little messy.

Beelzebub

He cooks, of course!  And bakes too!

It's one of the times he’s willing to wait to eat because cooking the ingredients first rather than just straight up eating them will make the foods taste better. 

Half of the food in the kitchen are his creations. Anything he can make on his own from scratch, he will; jams, ice cream, sauces, juices, bread, chips, etc. 

Likes to experiment and always do something different than the original recipes. 

He garnishes his cooking like it’s something you order from a five star restaurant.

Beel is another demon who has a green thumb. He likes taking care of plants and doesn't mind getting a bit dirty doing it so gardening is another hobby of his. 

If Lucifer plants ornamental plants, Beel grows useful plants like herbs and vegetables and small fruits. He's also good at topiary.

Always has an idea for a DIY project. 

His creations is scattered all over the House of Lamentation. Belphie's drawer divider is made out of yogurt cups. Broken drawer knobs recycled into Asmo's jewelry organizer. The coat rack. The bathroom towel holder. 

Even Lucifer's hanging Demonus rack is handmade by Beel when he's bored one weekend, with Mammon's help for the engraving decorations along the sides of the rack. Beel's got a bit of Bob the Builder in him.

He is very good at singing. His voice is clear and he has a broad vocal range. Has been caught unconsciously humming in class many times.

Has definitely sang Belphie to sleep.

Belphegor

Does his pranks counts as a creative outlet though?😂 Between him and Satan, Belphie's ideas are the most creative and out of the box, resulting on some of the best pranks they did.

Belphie does origami. It's relaxing, easy enough to learn, and doesn't take much effort and energy to do it. 

Has stacks of origami papers in his room: standard origami paper, foil paper, traditional Washi ones, the leather-like Momigami paper, all kinds of paper. 

He especially loves to make little origami stars and keeps them in glass jars in his room.

Belphie also has adult coloring books. 

And kids coloring books.

Coloring is relaxing to him. It's very calming to just lay down and fills a page with pretty colors for a while. It's not a tiring way to destress, he can color without moving from his bed, and it feels satisfying when he finishes a whole page. 

He sometimes joins Art Day if he's not too lazy to move. Still prefers to color alone where it's quiet though.

He also journals. It's another thing he can do that is inexpensive and not energy consuming. He writes about anything that comes to his mind, his thoughts, his ideas, memories. 

Definitely keeps a dream journal.

Also I headcanon that as the Avatar of Sloth, sleep and dreams are some of the things he can manipulate. He enjoys creating dreams; the worldbuilding, the story, the details. He can be really creative when it comes to making them, spinning the most vivid and imaginative dreams. 

They’re not necessarily good dreams though. After all, he is still a demon, his dreams will most likely mess up your mind than make you smile in your sleep.

[dawnsprout]

Here’s an updated version of my old gif guide! I’ll be editing this every now and then for anything I missed / clarity / etc., but I think it’s pretty good to go for now.

This guide will cover modding, recording, and editing. More under the cut.

Everyone has their own way of doing this, but this is mine, in case it helps anyone! It might be a bit outdated since I tend to stick to what I know, but might still be helpful.

Requirements

This guide is written with the assumption that you can run GW2 fairly well in circumstances where you’d be recording. We will also be using Open Broadcaster (OBS) to record and Photoshop CC to edit, though you’re welcome to use whatever makes the most sense to you.

Modding

First and optionally, using something like GShade or NVIDIA Freestyle. These are real-time post-processing filters that modify how your game looks to you and your recording software. While not always the flashiest visual changes, they can make a difference when wanting vivid recordings.

They have their pros and cons: they can cause extra strain when recording, but some effects, such as depth of field blur and greenscreening, can be hard to replicate without them. If you have a lot of trouble getting good recordings, consider dropping this step.

Recording

In OBS, first you’ll want to set up for gif recording. Under the Video and Output settings, you’ll want to record videos of the highest quality you can. Loss of quality that may not be casually noticeable in a longer video become very apparent in short, looping gifs.

Record in windowed mode, and the fewer players around the better, generally. Anything to help your FPS.

Try recording a few things to get a sense for what you can record without stutter. You may be able to record idles without stutter, but may not be able to get fast movement like griffon dives without some tweaking. If you’re having a lot of stutter in your recordings, try one or more of the following:

Lower your recording quality.

Reduce the size of the GW2 window.

Record in an area with few players (like guild halls or other instances) and/or few assets to load (like the edges of maps).

Lower your graphics quality in GW2 (especially player model limit).

A little stutter can be worked through, but large frame drops are a problem. I suggest finding your sweet spot early so you can get to the fun parts: actually finding things to record.

Mess with animations! Find pretty areas! Grab your friends! Have fun!

Editing

Unfortunately this part will assume you’re using Photoshop, but other editors may have similar functions. I can only talk about what I know, and this is it!

Once you have your video, you’re ready to actually turn it into a gif. If you have a larger video, you’ll want to trim it down to the second or two that you want to comprise the gif. This can be done quickly on Windows by opening the video, clicking the pencil icon in the bottom right, and selecting “trim.”

Once you have your video clip, in Photoshop go to File > Import > Video Frames to Layers.

In this window you’ll likely want to leave most of it alone, unless you want to further trim the video. You may also want to check “Limit to Every # Frames” if you’re having a lot of stutter, the gif seems too slow, you have too many frames to begin with, etc. Play with it.

Notice that my video only records my GW2 window and that that window is really tiny in the recording. I was recording something with a lot of in-game movement, which my computer has trouble doing without a ton of stutter. An itty bitty window solves that for me without having to sacrifice in-game graphics quality. I don’t change the output size from my monitor resolution since I don’t want anything scaling funny. Personal preference.

Once it’s done importing, open the timeline window and you’ll see every frame of your video is now a frame in Photoshop, as well as it’s own layer. Play the animation in the timeline window to make sure it’s not too choppy and that you’ve got the frames you want. Once you’re sure of that, you can get to editing.

The first things I usually do are crop and resize. When resizing, you may want to change the resampling method, if you prefer crisp gifs. I usually prefer bicubic sharper.

Note that I’m downsizing to 540px in width. This is the width of a tumblr post on a desktop dashboard: if you don’t want tumblr making your gif fuzzy, this is the width you want. Two gifs side by side need to be 268px wide, three side by side need to be 177px (for the sides) or 178px (for the middle).

You may also want to go through your frames one-by-one and make sure none of them have doubled (or tripled) up; smallish hangs like this can usually be smoothed over simply by deleting the duplicate frames.

Once that’s settled, you can play with things like color and luminosity. You can toss adjustment layers (Layer > New Adjustment Layer) on top of all the other layers to easily effect every frame in the animation with one adjustment. I like using curves to lightly deepen shadows and brighten highlights.

You’ll also want to change the frame delay, which is done in the timeline window. I generally pick something between 0.05 and 0.07 for my gifs, but this is personal preference.

Once you’re happy with how it’s looking, you can move to saving it as a gif. Open the Save for Web window (this is getting deprecated I think, but it’s still handy for me, so use ctrl+shift+alt+s to get there).

Here you’ll be able to adjust Photoshop’s output, as well as what your gif is actually going to look like. Here’s my settings, I tend to try my best to be able to use the full 256 colors, and use pattern dithering. Color reduction algorithm (here it is listed as Selective) I tend to change more often between gifs. You need to keep your gif under 5M (lower left corner) for posting to Tumblr: you can adjust your settings here to try and get it under that if you’re marginally over.

If you’re a large amount over, you can try trimming frames or decreasing color count. Anything to get file size down!

Congrats, you made a gif! Keep trying new things and have fun!

If you have any questions feel free to hit me up.

[blu-joons]

BTS Reaction: You’re French

Jin:

You waved as your family came up on the screen, all of them had wide smiles on their faces. “Bonjour,” they all giggled, pleased to see the two of you looking well.

“Comment ça va?” You asked them all, feeling Jin’s eyes stare across at you.

They all nodded, shouts of, “bien,” came from each of your family member’s bringing you a huge relief being so far away.

“Et toi?” Your mum asked, worrying about you as she always did.

“Je suis très bien, Jin, my mum is asking how you’re doing, can you tell her?”

“B-bien,” he stuttered, still struggling with the language.

She nodded, giving him a thumbs up, something they could both understand. “She’s telling you that you did a good job, and she’s glad.

“I’ll give her a thumbs up back,” he chuckled.

“The two of you are so similar,” you giggled, rolling your eyes at them both, “when you both meet it’s going to be chaos.”

“I can’t wait to meet them.”

“Me neither.”

Yoongi:

You had a wide smile on your face as you walked down the stairs, Yoongi was stood in the kitchen, peering into the oven. “What are you up to?” You asked, joining him in the room.

“You’re not supposed to be up yet,” he chuckled, moving you back.

You stared across at him, recognising the smell, “are you baking? Something smells very familiar,” you teased, watching him nod.

“I wanted to give croissants a go,” he told you.

“Really? That’s so nice, I’ve been missing these recently, you must have read my mind.”

“I just know you so well.”

He opened the oven door so that you could have a look for yourself, “they’re looking really nice, you’ve done a really good job with them.”

“Do you think so?” He asked once more.

“Definitely,” you assured him, “although I wouldn’t keep them in too much longer, burnt croissants aren’t the best things.”

“Should I get them out now?”

“I would.”

Hoseok:

He walked into the living room, passing you one of the glasses of wine in his hand. “You’ll like this one, see if you can figure out what makes it special,” he told you.

“Let’s see,” you spoke, taking a small sip, savouring the taste of it.

His eyes watched you hopefully, “I bought it especially for one reason,” he added, watching as you nodded your head.

“Is it made in France?” You asked him, watching his eyes widen.

“I can’t believe you actually managed to figure it out, it was made in a French vineyard.”

“I know my wine, what can I say?”

He chuckled, taking a sip for himself, “it just takes like wine to me, I never thought you’d be able to figure out the taste.” “It’s easy, and obvious,” you teased him.

“But what makes it so obvious?” He cried out, shrugging his shoulders at you, “what skills do you have to know this?”

“Maybe the fact that I am French.”

“That could be it.”

Namjoon:

His breath was taken away as you walked him around the Louvre, “I can’t believe how beautiful this all is,” you heard him whisper as he walked behind you.

“Do you like it?” You asked, walking slightly ahead of him.

He nodded eagerly, “like it? I love it here, it’s so much better than I could have ever imagined, everywhere is just so pretty.”

“I knew you’d like it,” you smugly remarked.

“You just know me so well. I’m so glad that you bought me here to look around the place.”

“It’s been years since I’ve been here too.”

“I would spend all day here if I could,” he spoke, holding onto your hand, “but there’s so much more I want to do whilst we’re here.”

“I’m sure we’ll come back one day,” you assured him.

His head nodded, smiling down at you, “you’re right. I plan on making many more trips to France now that I’m with you, it’s amazing.”

“I’d like that very much Joon.”

“Me too.”

Jimin:

The front door slammed shut, and you knew quickly your peace was shattered. “Bonjour!” He shouted, walking into the living room to find you laid out across the sofa.

“Is that all you can say?” You queried, watching him nod his head with a frown.

He sat beside you, “I’m nearly there, but I need a bit more practice, I don’t want to mess up in front of you just yet.” “I can help you learn,” you reminded him.

“C’est bien,” he spoke, “I think that’s how you say it, it’s good, am I right?”

“See, you’re getting better at it.”

He threw his arms in the air, “I’m glad I got that right, I’ve been practicing it for most of the day,” he chuckled, hiding his face from you.

“Don’t put so much pressure on yourself,” you requested.

“I’ll be fluent before you know it,” he teased, bursting into a fit of laughter as your eyes rolled across at him.

“You might need a bit of practice yet.”

“You might be right.”

Taehyung:

He’d had a spring in his step most of the day, but when you stopped in front of the Eiffel Tower, his smile couldn’t have been wider. “I need to take a photo of this place right now.”

“You’ll have to try hard to get a good angle,” you pointed out to him.

You watched him lay down in the grass, “there is no way I’m going back to Korea without a full shot of this, it’s a piece of history.”

“You’re definitely a tourist,” you teased him.

“It’s alright for you, you’ve been here before, but this is my first time here.”

“I know, you take your time, I don’t mind.”

You stood back as he took a photo, and then waved you into shot, “I want one with you in it too, so I can keep a hold of it on my phone.

“Do you have to?” You questioned.

“I do, it’ll be on my lock screen,” he pointed out, snapping several shots as you smiled towards his camera.”

“You look beautiful in these.”

“Thanks Tae.”

Jungkook:

You chuckled watching him dance a long to the music you played, “do you realise what you look like?” You asked, shaking your head at him as he tried to follow the beat.

“How do French people dance?” He challenged, looking back across at you.

Your shoulders shrugged, “I don’t think we’re most famous for our dancing,” you reminded him, “maybe just do a bit of freestyle or something.”

“How am I going to impress your family with my dancing?” He asked.

“Maybe just use your charm and your wide smile instead, they’ll love you for that instead.”

“That might be a good idea.”

He sat down with you on the sofa, listening closely to the music, “I’m trying to pick out all of the words from the music that I’m familiar with.”

“You’ll learn all of them soon,” you assured him.

“It would be good if I can learn French, especially from the music,” he spoke, closing his eyes to try and focus on what was said.

“It’s not an easy language to learn.”

“I’ll get there.”

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Masterlist

[district2001]

Leader Maknae Date

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x Seventeen (mainly Coups)

Recap: When Seungcheol whisks Jangmi away from practice to ask her a very important question

Words: 2k

Requests are OPEN: Please please please send me what you want to see from Jangmi. I’m also open to feedback :)

Jangmi’s Masterlist

“I swear to god if Hoshi Oppa makes us go through the dance one more time, I’m going to die.” Jangmi complained, as she flopped on the floor in the dance studio.

“If he starts complaining about how our jumping isn’t the same height, I will personally take one for the team and murder him.” Seungkwan agreed.

“You know I can hear you right?” Hoshi yelled from the speakers. Jangmi snickered, praying that he wouldn’t play their song again.

She loved the song, and thought Woozi had done a phenomenal job with it. Apparently the staff weren’t too thrilled though, hoping for something darker. But leader line had backed him up, with Hoshi calling the song ‘pop perfection.’

Her favourite section was her interchanging rap part with S.Coups, where the contrast in their tones was noticeable, yet blended together really well. Plus the dynamic of the maknae with the eldest would look quite cool in the music video.

She reached over towards her bag and grabbed her drink bottle. The room temperature water wasn’t the greatest thing to drink, but she was so thirsty she would probably have Minghao’s hot water without complaint.

After she emptied her bottle, Jangmi lay on top of her bag, closing her eyes to get some rest. She knew debuting would be hard, much harder than being a trainee, but she was exhausted. Between online school, group dancing lessons, private dancing lessons, rap lessons, song writing sessions, recording sessions… the list was never ending. She was barely getting 5 hours of sleep a day, and she needed as much as she could get to grow. She’d made a bet with Dino that she’d grow taller than Woozi, and she wasn’t willing to admit to defeat.

Her short nap was interrupted by someone clearing their voice above her. Opening one eye, she saw S.Coups newly dyed blonde hair looking over her.

“5 more minutes.” She whined, closing her eyes again.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

She opened both her eyes this time in confusion of why he was using his leader tone with her.

“Uhh. Yeah. Sure” She sat up, stretching out her hand. Seungcheol grabbed it, and pulled her up to her feet.

“I was thinking we could go grab a coffee?” Seungcheol asked as they walked out the practise room.

Jangmi didn’t know what he wanted to talk to her about, but she had a feeling it was serious, seeing the way he was avoiding her eyes.

“Yes of course.” She replied, fidgeting with her fingers.

They walked to the café in silence, with both of them trying to break it by trying to start a conversation, only for it to die down within a minute.

She was very aware that some bad news was going to be given to her at the café, and was mentally preparing her reaction in case he told her that she’d have to leave Seventeen.

Once they arrived at the café, Seungcheol had asked her to take a seat whilst he placed their order. She asked him for a water, and when he questioned her terrible choice, she explained that it was healthy and free.

While waiting for him to come back, she started playing around with the ring on her finger, a new unconscious habit she had adopted after being given the ring a few days ago. No formal ceremony, a staff member had just dropped it off in the middle of her dance practise with Jun.

She was brought out of her thoughts with Seungcheol plopping down the 2 drinks on the table- 1 lemonade and 1 chocolate Frappuccino. She raised her eyebrows at her leader, who smirked and placed the straw of the lemonade in his mouth. “Eunwoo said this was your favourite drink.”

Jangmi tried to hide her smile, knowing very well that she was not doing a good job.

She took a sip of her Frappé, before setting it down on the table. She knew he was trying to butter her up before breaking the bad news, but she wanted to hear it outright. Not sugar-coated in chocolate goodness.

“Is it ok if I ask you something?” Seungcheol asked tentatively.

“Of course.” Jangmi nervously smiled.

He cleared his throat again, before continuing. “How’s everything?”

Jangmi narrowed her eyes, “everything?”

“You know…” he signalled with his hands, “everything.”

“Good.” She nodded, waiting for him to continue speaking.

“Come on Jangmi, you’ve got to give me more than that.”

She chuckled, happy this awkward tension between them was slowly dissipating.

“It’s been good though. Honestly. It’s a lot of hard work, and I don’t think I can feel my feet at all right now. But it’s been fun. I’m learning a lot.” She smiled politely before adding “thank you for the opportunity.”

“Stop being so polite with me. Let’s go back to how we were before.” Seungcheol dismissed, taking another sip of his lemonade.

“How were we before exactly?” Jangmi cocked her head to the side, waiting for his response. Sure, she had spoken to him during her visits every holiday, but they hadn’t really spent much time together- and never one on one. There was no need to. He was busy leading the boys to debut, whilst she was just a random trainee who kept popping up every few months.

“I don’t know.” He struggled. “Not this awkward for sure.” They both giggled, glad that they both were acknowledging the tense atmosphere.

“Seriously though, I’m really enjoying working with you all. Plus you guys are so talented. Legit. Did you see Minghao’s freestyle dance the other day. I didn’t even think it was possible to be that flexible.”

Seungcheol chuckled, taking another sip of his drink.

“Don’t get me started on the vocals of this team. I heard Seungkwan and Seokmin singing the other day and I was mind blown. And then I found out that they were only messing around. How can they seriously be that good when they are taking the piss out of it.”

“Glad to know you think the team is talented!”

Jangmi smiled, “Of course you guys are. That’s why you’re debuting.”

“Why we’re debuting” Seungcheol corrected.

“Oh right! I’m sorry.” Jangmi bowed again, causing Seungcheol to get up slightly and smack her head.

She faked a pout and took another sip of her drink.

“Is everyone treating you well?”

She nodded. “Yeah. You don’t need to worry. I was friends with most of them before anyway.”

Seungcheol hummed before talking again. “I definitely think you transitioned well. Although, I feel slightly bad for stealing you away from Sungyeon. I saw her the other day and she told me that if any one of us made you upset, she’d come and hurt us.”

“She’s just very overprotective.” Jangmi giggled. She had been so busy with catching up that she barely had seen Sungyeon over the last few weeks. She missed her best friend. Maybe they could go out and get some food together. Well, Sungyeon could eat food whilst Jangmi would be stuck eating salad.

“Well, now you’ve got 13 more people to protect you.”

“I can protect myself, thank you very much.” Jangmi sassed back, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

Jangmi leaned over the table. “Is it because I’m a girl.”

Seungcheol leaned over aswell, looking directly into her eyes. “No, it’s because you ran out of the recording booth the other day after seeing the cockroach.”

Jangmi’s eyes widened. “How’d you-”

“Sungyeon told me.” He smirked, whilst moving Jangmis’ glass away from her elbows. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Jangmi leaned back into her seat in defeat, crossing her arms.

“Stop pouting. That’s my thing.”

“I’m the maknae, I can pout as much as I want.”

“You’re such a child”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Do you always talk to your elders with such attitude?”

“Not the ones I respect.”

‘Ya!” Seungcheol raised his voice, before realising that he had perhaps spoken too loudly in the café.

Jangmi shone her victory smile, and grabbed her drink off the table.

“Is there any reason you asked to hang out with me?” She asked. After their little banter session, she was starting to doubt that she would be leaving the band. Her leader was too relaxed.

“I was getting to that”

“Well, today would be nice, considering we have more dance lessons in 20 minutes.”

“Oh shit!” Seungcheol jumped up from his seat. “Grab your drink, and we can talk the way back.”

Jangmi nodded, before following him out the door. Stopping to yell ‘thank you’ to the staff.

Walking back to the Pledis building, Jangmi noticed how the sun was starting to set. She would have stopped to take a picture, and send it back to her parents, but Cheol started talking at that moment.

“I just wanted to take this opportunity for you to tell me if you were unhappy.” Jangmi looked at him in confusion.

“Like if anyone was making you uncomfortable, or if you were having trouble fitting in. I don’t know you well enough to read your mind, and Vernon said that you’re pretty reserved, like him, so I just wanted to make sure. Even if some members take longer to warm up to you, they will eventually.” She looked over to him and smiled.

Taking that as a sign of reassurance, Seungcheol continued. “I just wanted you to know that it might take a little while for you to feel completely at home. Or as homely as one can feel when they’re literally on the opposite side of the world from their friends and their family. I feel homesick sometimes, even when my home’s just a few hours from here.”

“If anyone mistreats you for being in our team, by talking shit about you let me know, or any of the other members. Seriously. We all look out for each other. And I know it’ll take some getting used to, but you deserved a spot on this team. I’m not just saying it as a leader, but as a friend. And hopefully soon you’ll think of me as an older brother. I overheard you telling Jihoon how you’re an only child aswell. This team is more like a fami-”

Seungcheol abruptly stopped mid-sentence when he realised Jangmi wasn’t walking beside him.

He quickly turned around, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw she was only a couple of metres behind him, wearing a massive smile on her cheeks.

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused to why she had stopped walking. Considering she was the one who reminded him of rehearsal.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked so quietly, that he could barely make out her question. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, “of course.”

Jangmi smiled into his chest. She had brothers.

Previous: First Official Meeting

Next: Debut.

[doubleshotofsomething]

Come Into My Life

This is my entry for @nekoannie-chan​‘s 500 followers’ writing competition. This is a Thor fanfiction series inspired on the song “Entra en mi Vida”. I had a blast writing it and I loved the song even more.

Song Prompt: ”Entra en mi vida” by Sin Bandera

Warnings: none??

Author’s note: Okay, all seriousness guys, what the fuck? So, you guys just...let me call Ghost “Shadow” and didn’t bother to correct me? really guys? really?? Is this where we are now? woooow, there’s no autocorrect here.

Summary: You and Thor just can’t seem to be on the same page, about anything.

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“You seem to think this is something you can hide from.”

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Part Two: Después de cinco minutos, ya eras alguien especial  

Mjölnir kept disappearing. But that could have been Steve's fault. Or Vision. So, that's understandable.

Then Stormbreaker kept disappearing as well. There was no Vision. And Steve had long given up his avenging days.

Both weapons came back, they always did. But Stormbreaker seemed to be adamant in taking its sweet time. Which, under any circumstances, wouldn't be a problem. Except, Thor is still an Avenger. He still has work - work that required his weapon - to do.

You were in the kitchen with Sam, arguing - like you always did - about something when Thor walked in, looking for that damned axe.

You had met a handful of times, but you tended to avoid the group as much as you could. Sam, Shadow and Hope were as far as you were willing to go, Thor had realised, and socialising with you didn't seem all too appealing to him.

Thor wasn't focusing on either of you, eyes too busy dancing around the room as he tied his hair back. The quinjet was set to leave in fifteen minutes and all that was missing from his battle attire was that cursed thing.

"This is exactly why I don't like coming here-" your complaining broke through his cloud of thought and his eyes went to you. "--seriously, Sam, you are the worst host ever. What am I supposed to do with you gone?"

Sam rolled his eyes, rolling his shoulders back a bit before attaching his wings. "Talk to people. Your favourite cyborg is staying behind, so you two can talk about those babies you wanted to give him."

You scoffed and reached over the counter for the sugar dispenser. "The love of my life is currently sulkin--"

Before you could grab the sugar, your fingers instinctively wrapped around a wooden staff. Sam, too focused on making sure he had everything he needed, missed the complete look of annoyance on your face and shock on Thor's face.

There, in your hand, was Stormbreaker. His Stormbreaker. And, instead of being confused, you sighed and tossed it aside before grabbing the sugar as you had intended to. As if nothing had happened.

"Damn thing needs a leash," you mumbled to yourself, stirring the sugar into the originally-Sam's-but-now-yours tea.

Asgard was no stranger to prophecies. And Thor had heard enough of them growing up to tell which was a farce. But this...

No...

It couldn't be...

Surely, it was a temporary glitch. It had to be.

Because a dying star couldn't have forged a King's weapon, only so an idiot could easily wield it.

It's not that Thor thought you were stupid or not worthy. It's just that he thought you were an idiot and a complete nutcase.

You put a target on your back and refused any security that Fury had to offer. You're still convinced that your Uber driver won't do you any harm. And you sleep with your bedroom window unlocked.

You were an idiot.

A complete and utter idiot.

So, why did he instantly seek out your scent whenever he breathed?

Why does the thought of you, anywhere near him, suddenly make it hard to think about anything else?

And, for the love of all that is good, why won't you look at him? Actually look at him. Not those glances and polite eye contact you share with everyone else.

There are so many prophecies, too many that weren't true and too little that were. Thor could always tell which were a farce and which weren't.

But now, he was the idiot that couldn't understand why his axe was more responsive to you, than him.

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"I have no idea what you're talking about." Is Fury's response to the Captain's questions.

The Avenger's Compound had been turned into the current base of operations for both the new SHIELD and the Avengers. With the exception that the Captain was the one overlooking everything, alongside Fury.

Hope didn't waste time shoving you into her car -- as always -- and dragging you to the compound with everyone else. And then, because that's never enough, they shoved you into the meeting room with everyone else, while Captain went to bring Fury.

Sighing, you lean against your chair and turn to look at Thor. The Asgardian had been sitting on the couch when you were shoved onto it, watching the whole scene unfold while he munched away on a bowl of cereal.

You eyed his outfit and frowned. "Why is it that every time I see you, you're always trying out a new look?"

He blinked at you, mid-chew with a trail of milk going from the corner of his lip into his beard.

"First, it was the whole medieval knight thing, then the carpenter look, then the whole lumberjack thing. And now--" you waved at his sweatpants, fingerless gloves and what look to be a sweater. "--you're... what is this? And why does it look so comfortable?"

"Really? You expect us to believe that SHIELD is being funded by all that money?" Sam fired back at Fury. "With all that new equipment that keeps rolling in? Do we look stupid to you, Fury?"

Fury raised an eyebrow. "You want me to answer that?"

"I will!" You jumped in, raising your hand as you tuned in. "Yes, you do look stupid. In fact, you're the reason I know what stupid looks like. And I got in an Uber without checking if it was my driver or not, this morning."

"You did what?!" Thor barked.

You rolled your eyes and waved off the man that's decided to be a pain in your ass. "Calm down, security update. I can take care of mys--

"Calm down?!" Thor tossed the bowl across the room to properly glare at you. "You are so adamant on putting your life at risk every damn chance you get! You are, arguably, the most hated person on every ex-Hydra agent's list. And you--"

You don't bother to sit through the rest of that lecture. You avoid going to the compound for that exact reason. In fact, you avoid Thor for that exact reason. The first time you met the Asgardian, he spent most of the introductions helping Fury tell you all about how you were going to live your life now -- and all the safety measures you'd have to take.

As if you hadn't been raised by one of the world's greatest sleeper agent.

"This guy, am I right?" You scoffed as you got up, consequently getting him to get up. "Who died and made him Jarvis?"

"I am speaking to you!" He is front of you, towering over you, blue eyes swimming with rage, as he glared at you.

"Carpet damn, Asgardian. Carpet damn."

Ghost, from the other side of the room, cut in. "It's Carpe diem, shithead."

"I'm freestyling, thank you very much." You shot back.

"Can we get back to the matter at hand?" Captain Flightless called out. "Thor. Please, calm down. Take a seat."

"I will not calm down nor take a seat," he glares down Mr Red, White and Break-your-brand-new-car. "Her safety is just as important as the matter. What do you think will happen if the wrong people get their hands on her? SHIELD signing a deal with her company will be the least of your worries!"

You turned at Ghost. "Is it too late to bring back Thanos? I just wanna see something..."

"You know--" Sam flicked your ear. "--if he comes back, you're gonna get dusted too, right?"

"Exactly. That way, I get to see him beat the shit out of an entitled thunder-summoning, cape-wearing, overbearing, self-proclaimed mighty asshole!" You glared at Thor, then turned back to Sam. "And then, finally see what y'all were doing as dust particles."

"Thor does have a point--" Fury cuts in, crossing his arms.

"Doesn't that leather trench coat get hot?" You point at it, because you were sure as hell not having this conversation again.

"Pierce may have been Hydra, but even he knew how messed up things would be if you were in the wrong hands--"

"You say that like I can shoot lightning bolts out of a gavel."

"It was a hammer." Thor grits out.

Fury ignores you both. "--things aren't as they used to be. The threats aren't only Thanos, Loki, or any other alien tyrant."

"That's mean. Thor isn't an alien." You feign a point.

"We need to consider the threats here, on Earth, as well." Thor ignores your jab. "Like, I've always been saying. The scale of destruction and terror that criminals could cause if they got a hold of just a small percentage of Hydra tech. Just look at what Ultron had accomplished--"

You stare blankly at the tower of a man in front of you. "You mean the computer upgrade that Tony created? With a weapon that is no longer on Earth, in this timeline? With Hydra tech from a Hydra lab, on that floating, vibranium powered island that you destroyed?"

"The point is--"

"I have lived in hiding my entire life," you narrow your eyes at the ignorant would-be-king. "Security protocols, safe houses, different identities, around-the-clock security, all of that bullshit that you're suggesting I know nothing about-- yeah, that was all I knew about. I know where every entrance and exit of every room I walk into is. I plan for an escape, before I even step foot out of my place.

"I did not come here so you can tell me how to continue living the lifestyle that I was raised to live--" You're glaring and baring your teeth and ready to rip him a new one. "--My keepers are dead. You will sooner change the nature of a cat, before you turn your little pride of vigilantes into my security detail."

He doesn't say anything. He can't. He knows better than to argue with you when you're like this; angry and on the verge of lashing out.

So, he just stares back at the idiot that won't stop haunting his every thought. The idiot that can wield a weapon he nearly died for. The idiot that won't understand why he bickers when it comes to her safety.

Sam sighs as he crashes on the couch. "At that's the tea."

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[tipsydipsydo]

Hello!!

I’m going to start this BTS Dog Hybrid-Series soon and I hope you’ll be interested in it! 

It’s gonna be mostly fem! reader fics, I think. (But maybe Jungkooks fic could turn out as gender neutral or for male readers!)

But before you start reading the first fic, you should read the prologue at first to be able to understand this universe and some of the specific names!

The most important Names to understand this Masterlist:

Hybrid: Dog Hybrid Shapeshifter, they’re able to shift their usually human form into a dog.

Vixen: Half-Hybrid. One parent is a hybrid, the other parents is a human. They’re not able to shift their shape, but they’re able to get “Hybrid pups” (fully formed hybrids) together with an other hybrid.

Human: …just a normal human. xD

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Published: 21th January 2020

Last Update: 21th January 2020 

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Restaurant owner! Jin x Baker! & short/chubby! Reader

▪Jin: Gordon Setter! Hybrid

▪Reader: English Cocker Spaniel! Hybrid

Genre: Fluff, Smut

[Summary]

Just a year after the reopening of his grandfathers restaurant, Jin can hardly save himself from all the guests and the prebooked reservations. It’s simply an advantage of being a hunting dog hybrid. He can smell two miles against the wind, if the butcher delivered good, quality meat to him or not. And if it’s not good enough for him, he simply goes hunting by himself. How good that he doesn’t have to worry about you and your exquisite brownies and cupcakes that you always deliver him freshly baked to the restaurant every day. Just like him, you have a wonderful sense for good quality and a fantastic taste. Even if the urge to not only eat your sweet cupcakes, but also something else, to eat someone else out is getting bigger and bigger…

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Student! Namjoon x Student! & nerdy/virgin! Reader

▪Namjoon: Tamaskan Dog! + Wolf! Hybrid

▪Reader: Human

Genre: Fluff, Smut

[Summary]

Namjoon has often seen you in the library, but he had never dared to talk to you. Every time he sees you sitting at your regular place in the library, you seem so immersed in your book on the table in front of you that Namjoon didn’t want to be rude and interrupt your reading. He prefers to watch you from his seat in a safe distance and have a smile on his lips when he hears that you have hiccups again. The advantage of being a hybrid and even a half wolf! And then he sees his change to finally get to know you better when you desperately try to grab a book from a shelf you can’t reach. Namjoon is tall, he’s still a half Wolf!

…but he didn’t thought that this might be his fate.

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Soldier! Yoongi x Police officer! & Black/Poc! Reader

▪Yoongi: Belgian Malinois! Hybrid

▪Reader: Rhodesian Ridgeback! Vixen

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

[Summary]

A few years after your high school graduation, on a friday night after your work, you unexpectedly meet your old school-crush Min Yoongi from your grade in the nearby bar. He joined the military after school and had a rapid uprising career as a soldier in a elite unit. And all that in the shortest possible time! After some small talk, a few beers here and a few shots there you get closer to each other than you ever dreamed of. When you stumble into your apartement, kissing each other with hungry lips, you get to know there are so many unspoken things under his cold, quiet and distant facade.

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Dance Therapist! Hoseok x Shy/Tall/Thin/Freckles! Reader

▪Hoseok: Golden Retriever! Hybrid

▪Reader: Dalmatinian! + Greyhound! Hybrid

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst (?)

[Summary]

Like every Tuesday afternoon, you pick your little sister from her weekly dance therapy lesson up. Like every Tuesday afternoon, you will meet the dance therapist of the small dance group, Hoseok. And like always, you will have the feeling that your heart is about to stop beating when he greets you with his bright, sunshine-like smile. Even if you don’t want to admit it to yourself, you’ve had a crush on this young man for already a half of a year or even longer. The person, who’s slowly getting your little sister out of her shell. You fell in love with an absolutely handsome, talkative and extrovert Golden Retriever Hybrid who wouldn’t see anything more in you, except the pretty noticeable appearance of a tall, skinny girl with too many freckles on her face (that couldn’t be called cute or attractive in any way, you think) and never speaks to him.

…right?

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Epilepsy Assistant! Jimin x Epileptic! Reader

▪Jimin: Samojed! Hybrid

▪Reader: Human

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

[Summary]

He finally did it! After three years of living on a subsistence minimum, he still managed to successfully (and with top grades!) complete his training as an epilepsy assistant hybrid and now holding proudly this important certificate and with it his whole future in his hands. Even if his life was so far a single disaster, fate had been even a little bit kind to him, so that he was given with the rare ability to notice epilepsy attacks at an early stage and so being able to save the life of peoples.

…and now, a week later, he can hardly believe his luck that he was hired by one of the city’s wealthiest families as an assistant for their epileptic daughter. But he didn’t know that she’s at the same age with him and that she’s so pretty and lovely too…

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Shepherd! Taehyung x Florist! & Wearer of Glasses! Reader

▪Taehyung: Australian Shepherd! Hybrid

▪Reader: Collie! Vixen

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst (?)

[Summary]

Taehyung has always been the type for a big family with many children. He comes from a family with many relatives and countless cousins. You would have loved it to fulfill his wish to have a family with you already long time ago. But you have bad eyes, terribly bad eyes. And they are getting even worser, the ophthalmologist had to tell you on your last visit that you could go blind soon. You’d love to have a whole house full of kids with Taehyung, but you don’t want to burden your kids with having bad eyesight just like you and then blindness at an early age. You want your children to discover the whole world with all their senses and not be the reason why they couldn’t see all of this with their own eyes. But after another doctor’s appointment, you can bring Taehyung wonderful news…

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Mountain Rescue Service! Jungkook x Skier! & Ginger! Reader

▪Jungkook: Siberian Husky! Hybrid

▪Reader: Finnish Spitz! Vixen

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (?)

[Summary]

Jungkook volunteers on the weekends in the mountain rescue service during the winter, because he loves the snow and the cold as a Siberian Husky Hybrid anyway and because he can see you on this way on weekends too in addition to normal school. You are a passionate skier and in a few weeks the most important competition of freestyle skiing of the season takes place, which is why you spend every free minute on the ski run to Train for it. And even the explicit avalanche danger doesn’t stop you from getting back on your skier without permission of the mountain rescue. Finnish Spitz are just like this, stubborn and with their own will. Of course it happens the way it has to be… how lucky you are, that Jungkook knows you well enough and as a precaution he also went that afternoon to the ski run in the hope you didn’t mess around with mother nature…

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[hyukja3bbie]

Super Junior 14th member

INFORMATION

Name: Park Chae-Won (박채원)

Stage name: Chae

Birthday: December 31, 1986

Birthplace: Jeollanam, Mokpo

Nationality: Korean

Height: 165 cm / 5'5

Weight: 49 kg / 108 lbs

Blood type: AB-

Position: Main dancer, lead rapper, vocalist, main chaosmaker and moodmaker

Sub-units: Super Junior-T, Super Junior-C. H. L (Leeteuk, Chae and Heechul) (stands for Di-Verse)

faceclaim: Taeyeon, Sooyoung, Nana and random ulzzangs

voiceclaim (singing voice): Ailee, Taeyeon

voiceclaim (speaking voice): Choi Sooyoung

FACTS ABOUT CHAE

She was born just a second away from january 1, 1987. There were a number of confusions during her trainee days because she was registered in 1989. 

Her biological parents are Min Sun-ah and Park Seong-hun. Her mother is a neurosurgeon while Her father was a choreographer and stage director. Both of them were skilled and known dancers in Korea.

When she turned 2, her parents divorced each other because her father cheated on her mother.

Chae fell in love with dancing and skateboarding ever since she was 2 years old.

Her mother, Sun-ah, had gotten a new boyfriend namely Boo Yong-su who was also a dancer and choreographer.

Chae’s had a talkbalk and rebellious attitude even when she was young.

Chae went to the same school as her bandmate Donghae. She’s also very close to his family. She would’ve had been in 13 fights if it weren’t for Donghae. She only got into 9 fights.

None were caused by her, it was because of bullies.

While working, she was scouted 4 times, 1 by YG Ent. then 3 times by two scouting agents from SM Ent. and finally Lee Soo Man (LSM) himself came to scout her. She finally accepted Lee Soo Man’s offer.

Chae eventually had to leave school in 2000 and had to continue her school in 2004

Her life as a trainee, she was given a tougher and longer training compared to others because LSM wanted her to be the best and because she had a lot better foundation in dancing and rapping as well as singing.

Chae got into SM Ent. in May 1998. Her first stats when she got in was dancing - 6, singing - 5, rapping - 6, acting - 2 (1= lowest, 6= expert) making her the only sm trainee ever to get these stats.

Chae has 1 younger brother, Park Changmin.

She took care of them as much as she could as her father died of cancer in 2000.

Enough about her childhood, its time for random facts

Chae is considered as the BEST dancer in the Korean Industry and is known worldwide as a world-class dancer. She is able to cater to majority of the dance styles and genres with ease.

She also has major skills in freestyling, choreographing and battle dancing

She has helped written and produce majority — if not all of super junior’s songs, even sub-unit songs and songs for other groups. She writes and produces all of her songs in her solo albums and produces / writes songs for other groups

Chae is the korean artist with the most written or produced songs with 278 songs

She had debuted in 2000 in a hiphop group Honey Family with Miryo of BEG when she was recruited underground with the stage name TROUBLE.

TROUBLE also is the name she uses in producing and underground thing.

She also debuted with Heechul and Leeteuk in a group called DI-VERSE that surprisingly went well in 2003.

Chae is very very blunt and straightforward. She is a diva. She’s sarcastic and fearless — really. She’s not scared of anything or anyone.

Chae is a dork. And an incredibly funny dork. She is known for her extreme adlibs in songs and in variety shows.

Is known as the most rebellious and troublemaker artist in Korea.

Though not a bad thing, she has never smoked, been in a scandal or have been caught with a problematic behavior from the start of her career till now.

When she was a trainee, a trainer told her to keep her long hair and to keep it black but she cut it short the next day and dyed it blonde. She got yelled to lose more weight. the next time they met, she gained 5 kg and got yelled at by them. SM told her to give write an apology but instead she laughed and wrote a song on the paper instead.

She doesn’t wear make up most of the time and if not needed. Her bare face is also praised all the time because of how perfect her skin is.

Can play 6 instruments. Drums and Guitar as her favorite.

Chae is a boss in drinking, she never gets drunk and can drink for two days straight.

She has an extreme allergy to nuts and cucumber. Even if she eats just a small bit of it, her throat swells up snd she gets difficulty in breathing.

Chae is an advocate and an ambassador for anti-bullying, equality and animal and child welfare.

She is one of the richest musicians in the world and is the richest in Korea with a net worth of $350 million.

Is called “sleep switch” because of how fast she can fall asleep whenever and wherever. But she is hard to wake up in the morning.

She hates aegyo.

Chae can NOT cook. Please don’t let her cook.

She is voted as the scariest member but also the member with the most patience.

On May of 2011 she was appointed as the creative director of sm, as she is one of the stockholders, giving her the task to be the one to console artists about their problems.

She has a lot of friends in boygroups and girlgroups.

Chae is the only member even pre-debut to bug Heechul and Leeteuk even if they’re in a bad mood

Chae used to live in the 12th floor with Heechul, Hangeng, Kangin, Leeteuk and was Heechul’s roommate. They did sleep on one bed.

Heechul and Leeteuk stated that they will both protect Chae with their entire life and that she’s the most important person in their life.

Chae is the CEO of Label SJ but she only gets creative power. 

Is the best at business, contracts, laws and negotiating. Chae negotiated with SM Entertainment in 2010 to change their contract about the profit distributions, issues about the group and more freedom in music. after a few battles, SM Entertainment agreed and their profit distributions became a lot bigger than before.

She has an IQ of 169 and is fluent in 5 languages, korean, english, japanese, chinese and mandarin

She is extremely bad at math and studying

Chae once got into a rumor of her being bi / lesbian in 2008 with numerous female idols.

she was involved in a fatal car crash along with kyuhyun, leeteuk, shindong, eunhyuk and their managers. she suffered critical blood loss and several broken ribs and other serious injuries.

Chae curses the most.

She is the God of flirting. She flirts with anyone.

She is also nicknamed “stone” because of how hard she is to fluster especially during shows and also just because of her stone bitch face that she shows during boring times.

Chae is very picky with men when it comes to age, she doesn’t like —slash does NOT date younger men except for lee seunggi and another guy.

Is well-known for being friends with a lot of people or literally anyone. She is the absolute person you don’t want to mess with because she knows everybody’s secret.

She knows all of the suju members’ secrets.

Despite knowing all of her members’ secrets, she had a hard time in telling people of her problems and feelings. Most of the time she keeps to herself where her depression becomes worse.

Chae has had depression and anxiety ever since she was young. Sometimes it became very serious but sometimes she overcame it.

Her depression reached its peak during 2011 to the point that during a performance for her fanmeeting, she slowly attempted to jump off a platform that held her high above the stage. Thankfully she stopped herself by gripping the handpost.

She is the strongest pillar of super junior despite her anxiety.

In 2008, a group of people started an organization to make her leave the group and give her a lot of hate. With the name Only Male. Her supporters were already big at that time so they sued the organization and got them to leave Chae alone.

During Eunhyuk’s scandal with IU in 2012, she protected Eunhyuk against very malicious comments.

She even let the management reveal her and Lee Seunggi’s dating news just so Eunhyuk won’t get the hate. And it came out badly. Chae got all of the hate especially for being together with the nation’s younger brother who had a very innocent image in contrast to her rebellious and sexy image.

Though Chae didn’t care. She was glad Eunhyuk didn’t get hate about it as more.

In an episode of Exploration of the human body, Chae was tasked to get the tears of each of her groupmates. (that was when they still promoted with hangeng, 2008) Surprisingly with the hidden camera prank her and her manager did the members all cried quickly without knowing about the prank.

Chae developed problem where she doesn’t cry. She gets scared to cry because of her trauma with her step-father. From the past year of Super Junior, Chae had only cried once and thats only 3 tears during the funeral of leeteuk’s grandparents.

Her close friends outside SJ and outside SM are: G-Dragon, TOP, Jessi, Lee Hyori, Rain, the whole njttw cast and Dara

Chae is incredibly blunt, she is much more straightforward, blunt and savage than Kim Heechul or any Korean idol / artist at that fact

Chae has a lot of tattoos.

She also has a high pain tolerance.

She is also known as the Queen of KPoP and Hallyu wave.

Her favorite food is spicy food, rice cakes and chicken.

[haniswritingstuff]

Baumhaus Uni life just got even weirder

Hiiii People this is me author of the day ( honestly I just neglected all the work I need to do for 3 hours you better be thankful XD) I'll update maybe once a week? If I can make it? For now I just really wanted the idea out of my head and into chapter 1 :D It is not proof read, ignore any grammar or spelling mistakes XD

„Lea wake up. Lea. Goddamnit Julia could I get some help over here I really don’t want to be late for our first day!” Lea groaned and rolled over, not for the first time cursing her friend who was worse than any alarm clock.

She tried to peel open her eyes and saw Hanna standing in the door, still trying to fix her mess of hair with some product by looking into her mirror at the other side of the room. There were slow footsteps in the hall as Julia walked into the room and fell next to Lea on the bed.

“Move” she instructed, getting under the blankets. Grunting Lea wiggled to make room for her friend who pretended to fall asleep again. The only thing that was an indicator that she was already awake was the fact that she was dressed in jeans and a simple t-shirt and not in her RJ Pajamas. “Lier she already woke you up!” Lea accused and tried to grab the blanket from Julia again.

Dishes where heard clirring in the kitchen, followed by Hanna shouting “Wait girls, why is our coffee empty I thought we still had coffee, ohmygod how will I make it through the morning.” The stress was clear in her voice but that made the girls only laugh silently. “We’re gonna stop by Dynamite Coffee today don’t worry!” Julia answered loud enough for Hanna to hear. The girl came back into view. “Ah yes for us to make it in time though we really need to be out of the house in 5” she said, hands on her hips. Lea groaned again, though the promise of good coffee made getting up a bit more appealing. Dynamite had this really great Vanilla-Caramel Frappé creation, and as it was the first day of hell, aka the new semester, the motto was treat yourself with sugar. “Veto on the shower” she finally said, pushing the blankets (and Julia) out of the bed to get up. “Dude no need to call Veto you know I only shower in the evening” said Hanna, going back to her room. Lea blinked and looked down at Julia, who was apparently also dressed.

“Ok , at least give me 10 minutes”

 They somehow still made it out of the house with time to spare and luckily there weren’t that many people waiting in Line at the coffee-shop. Lea grinned when she saw Jimin was working today. Hanna ordered first, black coffee and the biggest vegan sandwich they had on display, Julia some iced tea and something sweet. Jimin grinned and went into full pose when he saw Lea, who had already gotten into some extra stance, with her hand on one hip, the other going through her hair as Jimin would often do. “Good morning Sunshine what can I get you?” Jimin said, completing his sentence with a wink.

Lea rolled her eyes. “More like raincloud you know what day it is today, though I appreciate the positivity.” Lea answered, following up with “The usual with extra syrup please.” Jimin went to work as Hanna and Julia went beeline for their usual seat at the window. Lea stayed at the counter for a moment longer, as there wasn’t really anyone waiting to order anyway right now.

“Why do you have the morning shift today don’t you have classes?” She asked her best friend, who was busy creating magic in the form of caffeinated drinks. “Hah do you think I’m gonna turn up the first day, people might think I’m actually taking studying serious. I really don’t want to ruin my reputation like that!” Lea grinned “I wish, But I think you-know-who drinking her black coffee over there would have killed me!” Jimin finished her drink and slid it over in one fluid movement, perfectly in sync for Lea to grab the cup.

“Yea, to be honest though most of my classes start in the afternoon this semester.” Lea nodded. Jimin was a dance major and most of the morning classes where often the theoretical kind in the lecture halls. And she couldn’t really picture Jimin turning up for dance history at 8am on a Monday morning either.

“Well, I’ll see you around then, I’m going to inhale this now and hope it helps with my class at least.” She sighed. “You know my magic always works” Jimin smiled. “Don’t worry what is it again that you have today? Fashion history? You passed that one with flying colors last semester and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you study for it.”

“Yeah, but only because I already know most of the material, which still makes it a super boring class to sit in” Jimin moved a hand through his orange hair in his trademark way, before putting it on Leas Hand, morphing his face into somewhat of a pretend-pity-pout. “Don’t worry I promise I’m going to invite you to our party on Friday if you live through the week” Lea slapped his Hand away, though her eyes gave away that she was intrigued. “Your fraternity already planning for the first party of the semester?” Jimin puffed out his chest proudly. “What do you think, Beta Tau Sigma doesn’t sleep, and like hell, we’re going to top last semesters opening party by far!” He announced.

Beta Tau Sigma was probably most known for their party’s and pretty boys around Campus and while there were a bunch of different fraternities as Jimin would say “Don’t fraternitise with the enemy, especially not alpha delta psi”. In that moment the doorbell rung, signalizing a new wave of costumers. Lea turned around one last time saying “Don’t forget to keep me updated” before going to sit over to her friends. When she turned around she saw an old woman, maybe a professor?, stumble while she was trying to stand up from her table. Without thinking and in a moment of unknown agility Lea helped steady the woman and her tea set, so it wouldn’t shatter into a thousand pieces on the floor. “Wow are you alright?” She asked when the woman didn’t move for a second. She turned her head up and blinked up at her with incredibly light blue eyes. “Ah yes, thank you very much young lady!” She moved to put back her plate and cup and went to the door, when Lea shook her head and noticed she had left a little bag on her chair. She grabbed it and ran after the woman but when she looked around it seemed like the old lady had vanished into thin air.

“I guess I’ll maybe take this to the campus fundus later” She shrugged and placed the little item in her bag before joining her friends for breakfast.

“Ah Lea!” Hanna said, while swallowing the last of her sandwich. She placed her heads on the table and leaned forward in a serious manner. “Guess what Tae is actually in my art history class this semester!” She smiled and Julia gave Lea the look, they always shared when it came to Hanna and that certain boy. “Yeah guess how she found out, Tae just messaged her happily how his best friend ever being in the same class is just the greatest thing that happened to him today” Lea snickered and took a huge slurp from her drink. Whatever they put in there truly was like magic, lighting up her mood. Or maybe it’s just the sugar. “Hanna blinked at them, but before she could ask why they were being weird again Lea decided to share her news. “And guess what I just heard; beta tau sigma  is returning to the scene this Friday with their legendary semester opening party!” Julia clapped her hands together “Dude yes we totally need to go!” She high fived Lea, both of them starting to plan their outfits and makeup for the day. “I have to hope there’s just no student council on Friday or I’ll just come Later” Hanna, who had just taken out her calendar and was nibbling on her pen said. Lea took her calendar and a pen from her bag, before writing in big, bold letters PARTY in the spot for Friday. She closed it, throwing it back into Hanna’s’ bag. Hanna gaped at her, but she just took another slurp of her Frappé “Don’t tell me you want to miss out on the chance of Tae freestyling something again for boring student council”  Hanna started mumbling something about “Not that boring but…” when Julia groaned and leaned back in her chair. “Now that you mention that maybe I will come a bit later when that part of the evening is over” “Well I’m sure Suga is already appointed as the real DJ for the evening.” “Touché I’m back on board”

  Lea entered the Lecture hall right on time, heading straight for a place in the last row, before pulling out her I-pad that automatically connected with the university Wlan. Thank god for that because without some distractions she truly wouldn’t survive the class. Fashion history, while being one of the more interesting subjects, was taught by an old white man called Mr. Park Jin-young and his lecture style was awkward at best and dead-boring at worst. She was really just here for attendance credits anyway, as most of the material she already knew from her free time research. The decision to study fashion was really something that happened after a failed- first attempt at studying  “something useful” as her father had called it, while she just spat on it as economics hell. Julia might be convinced that subject was actually exciting, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. Economics was really just the first nail in her coffin and after dropping all her mandatory classes after one semester she decided to switch over to something that actually interested her. While she didn’t want to go full design category, though that would’ve put her in some classes with Tae or Hanna, she decided to major in Fashion history and Costume design, hoping to work for film or theatre one day, whichever way it worked out really.  The class passed slower than ever, Lea caught up with the Baumhaus Blog, a university legend really as it was written by someone who clearly had all the intel into not only University politics but also most classes and famous people. Some thought it was led by the actual university president itself, as he was the only one who was always present for the last 20 years when the blog had first started out as a makeshift website. Another popular theory was that the blog was passed on from the founder to different people and every time they graduated the moderator would change as well. Lea thought that theory was more plausible, because not only would it be weird for the Uni president to trash himself in third person but also it seemed like the style had changed ever so slightly last year and 3 years before that, as Julia had once explained to her. The newest entry was about the Party on Friday, which wasn’t that surprising because for Beta Tau Sigma to keep a secret for more than an hour was nearly impossible. Not only did they have the eyes of fangirls on them, but the own members weren’t really secretive about their activities either, as much as Jimin would like to make it out to be.

The class wrapped up a tiring 2 hours later and Lea’s stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t really eaten anything this morning. She stood up, after quickly noting down the first assignment because of course Mr. Park wanted them to have an essay ready by next week already, that asshole.

The prospect of Jimin maybe still being on shift made her steer back to Dynamite Coffee, as it was also the most convenient option around Campus unless you actually dared to eat the Mensa food.

The ringing of the bell for a second time that day and the smell of coffee was so comforting, she nearly forgot all about the assignment that she had to finish already this week. Well, nearly. Lea looked around, the coffee shop was a lot busier now, as many people had the same idea to drop by during classes. Behind the counter it actually wasn’t only Jimin now, but also another guy with black hair. His sleeves were pushed up over his elbows revealing tattoos that were all over his forearm and fingers. Lea vaguely remembered seeing his face somewhere, though she couldn’t quite place it. Before she could catch Jimin’s eye he vanished in the back for something, and she sighed. “Eh excuse me could I take your order?” She looked up, confused that it was already her turn but apparently the people in front of her were in a group. She looked at the food options to the left. “I’ll take one grilled cheese sandwich and a Nutella muffin” She said, looking back up at the waiter. And suddenly she remembered where she knew him from. “Holy shit you’re stock-photo guy!” She blurted out. The guy just took out her muffin from the display and nearly dropped it because of her sudden outburst. He blushed and looked at her stammering something incoherently. “Oh my god I’m right! I always see you in memes all over Tumblr oh my god!” In that moment Jimin came from the back grinning at Lea and throwing an arm around Bartender guy. “I knew I heard your voice and yes this is our newest addition to the team may I present Model and photography student Jeon Jungkook”. Jeon Jungkook looked very uncomfortable and busied himself with trying and somehow failing to place Lea’s muffin in a bag. Lea shook her head in a small laugh, her blonde hair falling out from behind her ear. “Damn Jimin and I thought you were the only model allowed to serve coffee out here, seems new guy as you beat in popularity as I saw his ‘model photos’ somewhere else than his own Instagram thirst-tap page.” Jimin crossed his arms in mock-offend while Jungkook finally gave the bag with food over to Lea. “Here’s your dude- I mean food” he said groaning a little about his slip of tongue. “Thanks dude” Lea grinned, placing her EC card over the card reader to pay. “You’re taking it to-go?” Jimin asked. “Yeah I wanna go home for a second before my next class, I want to pick up a book that I left lying there and you know I need a good book to survive literature” “Wow that is so wannabe-author of you” Jimin answered. Lea picked up her things and waved “Thanks I’ll take it, Bye Jimin, bye stock-photo-guy!”

 Considering that she had some time before her next class Lea sat down in the kitchen with her freshly-warmed up sandwich and looked around her bag for her iPad. She placed it on the table, when her hand felt something else inside the bag.

Confused she pulled it out of her bag and placed it on the table. It was the thing the old lady had forgotten in the coffee shop earlier that morning. “Shit I totally forgot to drop it off at the fundus” Lea said. Curious she opened up the bag, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to take a small look inside. It was a silver ring, beautifully crafted. She turned it around in her hand admiring the weight and style of it. Her own fingers were always full of different rings and this one was actually really pretty the more she looked at it. Before she could put it back in her bag her phone suddenly started ringing. Lea carefully placed the ring back on the little bag it came in and fished out her phone from the depth of her bag. “What the-“ The caller ID showed Julia’s name, though that was weird, because Julia was supposed to sit in class right now and she usually wasn’t one to ditch a class that easily.

“Hello girl what’s up?” Lea asked into the phone. Through the line she could hear some wind crashing and other sounds but Julia started speaking before she could even wonder further. “GIRL, where are you right now?” She asked kind of frantically. “Huh I came home for my break why?” “There’s a supervillain that just crashed into your lecture hall and I didn’t remember if you still had class” Lea pulled her eyebrows together, concentrating to make out Julia’s voice with all the background commotion. “What is that some joke?!” “You need to look at the Baumhaus blog, there’s some footage up already” Julia continued talking, through most of it was drowned out by the bad connection while Lea swiped her iPad open. And somehow, she couldn’t believe her eyes. “What the fuck-?” she whispered, when the line went dead. Suddenly worried Lea jumped up and whirled around when a bright green flash illuminated the kitchen. She screeched some high note and fell back against the sink closing her eyes. When she reopened them, she saw something floating over her left-over sandwich. Said something sniffed her half-eaten sandwich. What was happening? “Oh my god is that … cheese” Said something exclaimed. “I haven’t had that in a century!”

Lea, finding her voice and body connection again jumped up from her place at the floor and she pointed accusingly at the thing that had just started eating her lunch with huge bites.

“What the fuck!” She exclaimed again, and while it wasn’t her most eloquent moment, she truly couldn’t find any words to better describe the situation.

The something looked up at her as if just remembering she was here. “Oh hi. I’m Plagg. Let me just eat first than we can go deal with that akuma”

“Aku-what?” Lea asked slowly sitting down in front of the black creature. It kind of resembled a small cat now that she looked at it. Plagg ate the last of that sandwich in a huge bite that shouldn’t be possible for his small statue and happily rubbed his belly. “Look girl, I am a kwami, and the god of destruction” he started, flowing from the plate towards the ring. “And it’s just your luck you seem to be my new holder, as you own my ring now.” He took the ring and placed it down in front of a still silently staring Lea. “This is a dream or something, maybe I woke up in one of my fantasy novels” the girl whispered, taking the ring hesitantly. It felt cool and very real against her skin. She slipped it on one of her fingers and found out it somehow fit perfectly. “Nonono this is actually real life; I know that because I just ate very real yummy cheese, and it tastes better than in my dreams. Now we have to deal with a supervillain, but don’t worry Ladybug will surely help you so you won’t have to fight him alone. We need her power anyway as you will sure learn. Your power is more awesome anyway it’s called cataclysm and it is all about destroying stuff. Anyway listen. You mustn’t tell anyone about this okay, most important rule. “Lea blinked down at the small creature. Ladybug? Fighting a supervillain? What the hell was going on?

“Now after you say, ‘claws out’ we can actually start trying to find that villain-“ Plagg certainly wanted to go on, but as if still in denial Lea repeated “Claws out?” confused and everything happened at once.

The small creatures’ eyes widened, and he opened his mouth but suddenly he was gone, and Lea was standing in the apartment in a leather suit. She looked down at her hands that were clad in leather as well, her nails seemingly got sharper under the material.

She rushed out into the hall, towards the mirror and stopped as she looked at herself. She was wearing a freaking leather catsuit. “Again. What. The. Fuck” She looked down at herself and up into the mirror. Her eyes where light green and very cat like under a black mask that obscured her face around the eyes. Lea turned around, admiring how the material seemed to fit just right in all places and she noticed a little stick in her belt, that also kind of looked like a cat’s tail. She took it and pressed a paw-shaped button, causing the thing to open up with all kinds of options. And suddenly she somehow, as if it was instinctual, knew what she had to do. She ran back into the kitchen, checking Baumhaus blog which was still reporting life on the incident. The supervillain apparently had moved on toward the art building And Lea remembered Tae and Hanna were supposed to be there right about now.

She sprinted out onto the balcony and in a jump, that could only be described as very daring or downright suicidal, she leaped over the street. Her staff expended and like a pole-vaulter she reached the next rooftop unshattered. She stopped when her feet hit the roof, looking down at her slightly trembling hands. “Wow.” She breathed out and her face turned into a smile. “This is awesome!”

She pole-vaulted her way towards the campus which resulted her being there in second’s time. Deciding that looking at what was going on first might be a smart idea, she hid behind one of the chimneys. She peeked around again just in time to see something red and spotted crash down in front of her. On the roof. There were no red spotted giant birds as far as she was aware.

She peeked around again just in time to notice a guy with dark hair sitting up. He groaned and rubbed his head. He looked around and their eyes met, both blinking at the other person. “Wait…” Lea started, remembering some things that Plagg had been trying to tell her before she transformed. She eyed the suit that was skin-tight, showing the lean muscle of the guy in front of her, but most importantly it was reminiscent of a certain animal “Are you the Ladybug? Nice biceps by the way!” The guy shrugged and stood up to his full height. “More like Mr.Bug as you can see. And who are you?” He shot her a charming grin. Lea rolled her eyes. “I’m L-leather dressed superhero lady noir as you can see” For effect she bowed down. “And I thought my getup was bad but here you are running around like a domeownatrix!” Lea’s eyebrow twitched under her mask and she decided that maybe, she did not like this guy. “I’d take my suit any day over that spotted fashion disaster you are sporting.” She shot back but Mr.Bug only smiled, striking a pose. “Oh, really you don’t spot something you like?” “More like you are bugging me already-“ she started, when suddenly a huge rock was thrown their way causing them both to jump apart and turn around.

Oh right. There was that problem with the supervillain.

LMAO :D:D:D:D:D Did you see that coming? A reverse Miraculous AU because I can. And we are only just getting started.

[404fmdhaon]

creative claims — artist

summary: goofing around with his pal siwoo (npc), and this song comes as a collab of some sorts. warnings:  wc: 1236

bc’s never felt like home, not then. not now. nine years strapped inside the riptide of a company that soothes itself as suffocating than the oxygen he craves, it’s times when he’s trapped inside some half-basement apartment with an old friend that suddenly, life no longer bears and burdens but instead relieves itself as an escape.

an escape from home, this becomes a taste of oasis.

the bpm yanked high, on overdrive. he’s set the basis of the upbeat funk that comes from skewed filters and the off-beat set of the snares that become the upbeat emphasis of a beat. no moody colors, it’s bright, nearly orange the way the room’s lit with a disco ball flare and the drunken laughter that fills the void between them.

“this sounds like a track to nintendo, fuck.” gyujeong barely musters out in between the short breaths of his chuckles. siwoo’s already on the keys, an electronic brand touch signature to his style — it all mixes into an off-put disoriented mix of elevator music and groove, tinged with hints of jazz.

“if we add a layer of saxophones, you think anyone would listen to this fuckin mess?” the good vibes are infectious, a bellowing burst of half-drunk laughter that slaps back at him.

“i don’t know, try it.” gyujeong juts his chin forward, hands reaching for a flask that hinges on empty. what he gets out, is the last swift gulp of bitter soju — a flask of soju, hapless in how the divide in their lifestyles match up after all these years. 

the room fills with a hit of saxophones, harmonious in how siwoo manages to blend it together right on beat in line with the rest. a jangled image now comes clear, sharpens itself into something poppy, jazzy. a contradiction that poises itself as manageable — maybe, it’s just the alcohol talking. 

“add a spin to it, a retro drive. you know? one of those things that distorts the beat into a shift for when you have a change into another verse. a build up, before you draw it back to the chorus.” hands pressed behind his head, inspiration dawns when his spine eases into his chair, and when he’s no longer fixated and held against a wall with a knife that bc wields together.

the beat’s enough to get him off his seat, bouncing on the soles of his feet — there’s a bend in his knees as he swipes away a pair of shit sunglasses hung on the wall. it’s the effect of siwoo, not just any company. a musical soulmate enticing the two when they were nothing more than two kids sharing the same cup of ramen inside the corner seven eleven. and now goes, where one of them remains in the same basement apartment while he’s left to sell out inside the luxury of hannam. 

“you look fucking stupid, you know that?” siwoo’s voice is bright despite the pricked edges of his words and dismissive shakes of his head, but the grin perched across his face gives otherwise. “you know — let’s just record this shit? lyrics about artistry, being artist.”

“you add saxophone on one song and you think you’re picasso or some shit?” 

“yeah because we are, we are, we artist baby.”

the phrase has a ring, and the grittiness of gyujeong’s own voice echoes it loud. but they work in sync, like clockwork the way siwoo already manages to hit red to record the spews of drunken slurs. 

a person who is bored and about to die, a man that never is a man. who dares to shave only to make a rash? people who are going to shatter very much, oh yes

it’s rapid fire, a makeshift freestyle that skips past logical ties. instead, he pins it down to ease — the blurbs of words mangled. carefree, weightless. it’s how music should be, he thinks. the feeling of bouncing, a skip in his feet. the shattered disillusions of struggles fled from his shoulders, rounded about in how he carries the world by storm. invincibility comes when he’s one cup too deep in soju, floating to the ripples of slipshod beats hoping to make a subtle move.

and it sees it easy — the art of no longer giving a fuck. no longer tied and beaten, or drowning the woes of misery no longer there. the thoughts no longer clouding his head in a moment of invincibility, there’s a new world he crafts together painting the boundaries. it’s a house of mirrors, no boundaries — eternity that spans the dangerous taste of feeling limitless.

don’t think about it too much, you hold the brush you have the best feeling in front of his house mirror

“life is short, art is long — we are, we artist babey” siwoo’s voice yells past the blaring speakers. the reaction of laughter is instantaneous in how gyu hugs his stomach, crouching over at the melodious ring the notion has. artist, sellout — life is short, art is long. irony makes him laugh and he’s been in the game far too long to dispose this as a trash take of something headed straight towards the bin of beats done and gone. 

by the time he’s back on his two feet, laughter subsided, gyu’s back onto the chair that swallows his body, reeling it back in. the mic out and yanked in front of his face, it’s a silent gesture that spurs his own hand reaching for the headset on the desk. 

he clears his voice, a grumble of his throat loosening for the lyrics siwoo’s managed to type up. incoherent spellings, yet it’s enough to get the gist — the surface level that memory takes over when he hears the clicks of the metronome cue. prep. set him in place for the reel in to seriousness that seizes the formalities of creating something useable. 

“be the pretentious dick i know you are.” instructions call out from the production seat, siwoo’s dictation he knows far too well. “you know? the whole what the fuck mood — i want you to rap it like that.”

a nod of his head, and he goes through the first verse. there’s a lightness, a nonchalance to his diction. the deadly stares of high above you tides humanizing itself into his voice, latching on to each and every syllable of the dynamic tone. no longer a grittiness, instead the chest heavy voice pulls into the lines spoken — a billowing open voice loud enough to seep to the family living a floor above. 

gyujeong continues, lets what comes natural. innate take over — no second guessing, or over analysis in caution of how others perceive. it’s freedom floating letting the facets of his persona uncovered with no expectations as to who’s to witness it. here, there are no victims, only witnesses to the chung gyujeong he’s sealed and kept away. 

but this stays in the confines of siwoo’s place, and gyu would be damned if a solo came across the horizon anytime soon — wishful thinking, and he’s abandoned that shit a long time ago.

instead, this becomes the flashback into his taste of what drew him into the scene. the taste of love when he feels the beat hit a notch into a special place he’s pocketed in his mind — music stripped away as an occupation, and what remains is the highs of music as a hobby. a first love.

“fuck man, i forgot what it feels to make music like this.” an afterthought that escapes without thought, and tonight becomes the first instance where he’s found the novel feeling again. bursts of honesty and creativity, jams upon smashed notes and bashed heads — fuck it if bc doesn’t care, it’s a line he draws for himself. one as a personal saving win.

[mizzprouds]

ABOUT LPDZ.

a failed dream and nothing more, LPDZ could have been something extraordinary. or, at least penny thinks so. she and her best friends were barely eighteen years old when they entered a talent completion on hip hop helicopter. forming a girl group had been an idea that came to the girls almost immediately, and penny couldn’t imagine taking this journey with anyone else by her side. their win earned them the attention of the beloved music television show’s viewers, but also wizard kelly. if you let penny tell the story his involvement is what cause their demise, and, to a degree she’d be right. 

the basketball star turned business mogul had plans for the girls, promising to make them the biggest thing the island’s seen since powerline. young, impressionable and desperate to get her foot through the door — penny ate the man’s words up. signing the first contract thrown their way, the girls found that they’d inadvertently signed away their lives in some ways. rehearsals were intense, the hours in the studio grueling, and the lack of say in the music they’d be making was disheartening. but, penny knows you have to pay your dues, and if you want to be a star you’ve got to grind. but exhaustion wasn’t the only thing that plagued the girls. 

the clear favorite, penny took to the spotlight easily and that made her already tense relationship with lacienaga even more unbearable. the girls bickered over who the real star of the group was, and their feuding became noticeable to their steadily growing fanbase. tweets flew in about the tension between them, and the speculation grew and grew until wizard decided to end the beef once and for all. his decision that penny was the clear star ended up being the decision that would lead to LPDZ’s inevitable split. 

penny was shining. hell, she was flourishing under the glare of Wizard’s favoritism. the best clothes went to her, the majority of the solos were handed to her, and there even reached a point where people began to wonder if the group was LPDZ or actually just penny and the girls. and while her star power grew, so did penny’s ego. adopting a self centered, bratty attitude penny slowly burned every bridge she’d spent years building with lacienaga, Dijonnay and zooey. the girls wouldn’t put up with her diva attitude for much longer, and when it came down to choosing her friends over the chance at a music career penny chose wrong. 

  PENNY; THE SOLO STAR.

it’s all about me. that should be the tag line for penny’s brief solo career. her friends hardly have time to leave wizard’s office when he’s already pushing the new vision at her. in less than a day penny’s in the studio again, this time laying down vocals on solo tracks hand picked by wizard kelly himself. video treatments are placed in front of her, brand deals are lined up, and wizard seems to be getting a little ahead of himself. almost as if he’d been planning her solo career from the moment he first signed LPDZ. but she trusts him, he’s wizard kelly afterall, if anyone can make her a star it’s the basketball player turned mogul. 

penny finds moderate success around the island, scoring a couple of popular songs and building a dedicated fanbase. but with the growing success, penny finds there comes an added pressure to live up to the image wizard paints for her. the money hungry mogul hopes to help her get off the island with her music, but the idea of leaving the island and her family behind is not something she’s ready to stomach so young. unfortunately wizard is willing to wait around for her to be ready because time is money, and the more he wastes on her the less he’s making. parting ways with wizard kelly is a hard decision, but it’s one that needs to be made for the sake of penny’s own emotional well being. 

time away from the spotlight gave penny the opportunity to really think about what she wanted her experience in the industry to be like. juggling varsity football and academics proved to be nothing in comparison to the whirlwind she’d found herself in with wizard. but, as she sits in production classes and stares at an empty notepad in her songwriting courses she learns there’s one central theme to everything she does — control. the eldest daughter of an overprotective and overbearing man, the bright star under the control of a selfish manager, the young woman often judged for how she dresses and carries herself. penny proud knows the one thing she wants more than anything is control. control of her image, her narrative, and the freedom to do things the way (and when) she wants. sparking up a friendship with luka couffaine, penny quickly sets a new dream in motion: giving that same sense of freedom she longs for to other artists. 

the road to building their label has been long and tedious for the both of them. two years in and they’re finally starting to get the metaphorical ball rolling. there’s still so much to do, but in the meantime, penny’s focused her efforts on creating new music to get her name back out there while luka plays regular gigs at the snuggly duckling. 

bad behavior. w. penelope proud & terpsichore muse. 

    it should come as a surprise to no one that both girls’ first real step into writing was with each other. penny’s prior music had always been hand picked by wizard kelly, and teri finds that her sisters take to writing their own music very quickly. the night the muses officially signed their deal with wiz penny had insisted on taking her best friend out for a night celebration. always the most energetic people in the room, teri and penny tried their hand at writing a fun party song. several attempts made but bad behavior was the one that stuck. 

put your name on it. w. penelope proud. 

    one of the first songs penny ever wrote about wilbur. still incredibly early in their relationship, penny expresses that she expects wilbur to treat her right and at least act like he knows her worth. but let’s be real, all he’s got to do is show up, tell her she’s cute and not leave her on fucking read. ⅔ isn’t that bad honestly. 

    body language. w. penelope proud. 

    the first ever track written and produced entirely by penny, body language is the first instance of her taking back that control she’d craved for so long. looking at the history of music, and most specifically r&b and rap, it’s clear that women are often shamed for singing openly about sex. frustrated that after all this time men still try to dictate what women can and can’t talk about, penny explores the topic of sex pretty candidly. the song hits YouTube and exactly two hours later she finds herself caught in a fight with her father. he demands she delete it and penny spends a lot of time trying to remind him she’s an adult and she can do whatever the hell she wants. it’s the first crack in penny’s now fractured relationship with her father, and she’s still struggling to accept that they’ll never see eye to eye on things like this. 

juicy. w. penelope proud, thalia muse & terpsichore muse. 

    when the muses set out to work on their debut album penny tags along to a few studio sessions hoping to learn some things from her best friend and her sisters. it’s in one of those late night sessions that penny finds her sound. taking it back to silly lunch room freestyle battles, penny starts fucking around and creating the skeleton of a hook, and teri and thalia waste no time in hyping her up throughout the process. the writing session goes on all night and it’s one of the most fun nights of penny‘s life, just messing around with some of her closest friends and doing what they love. penny originally had no intention of releasing the song but after thalia and teri insist that it perfectly captures her sound and personality she finally gives in. it’s the first song of hers to gain any kind of real Internet attention, clips of the verses going viral and it’s the first step to realizing penny needs to bring the wizville vibes with her if she’s going to make her career work. 

distraction. w. penelope proud. 

     also about wilbur in the very early stages of them spending time together. when they first started talking she hadn’t intended for it to go any further than some fun, wanting to focus all her attention on getting the label started. but chance would have it that wilbur is the most supportive and attentive boy in the world (when he’s not busy in the lab) and well, here penny is. her feelings have changed drastically since she first dropped the song a few months ago, and now she kind of can’t imagine tackling her dreams without the moron cheering her on. 

hold me by the heart. w. penelope proud & luka couffaine 

    they make such drastically different kinds of music, but both of them really wanted to do a song together. it was luka’s idea to keep the production simple, opting for a nearly entirely acoustic song. they chose to write about one of the oldest topics in music; the fear that comes with starting a new relationship after having your heart broken previously.