#ig i just like the way he composes

[thelov3lybookworm]

My World

Day 1: Cool quiet.

Summary: Y/n's in labour. Azriel needs to stay calm.

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Word Count: 805

Warnings: labour ig? azzie being scared and sad cus yn is in pain :(

A/n: HAPPY DAY 1 OF @azrielappreciationweek YALL WOOHOOOO 🥳

all fics in the week will be like a series cus theyre all revolving around azzie and his daughter hehe but it isnt a series ig?

ANYWAY ENJOYYYY 🥳

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Rhysand did not see the shift in his spymaster. Did not see the way he stiffened, the way his eyes went distant before focusing again, fist clenched.

He said no words, nothing to indicate he knew his mate was going into labour. And if the meeting with Keir had not ended when it had and Azriel hadn’t immediately winnowed away without preamble, Rhys wouldn’t have even known.

Even when Rhysand and Cassian followed their brother to his house on the outskirts of Velaris, welcomed by agonising screams of Azriel’s mate, Rhysand saw him stand quietly in the hallway.

Rhysand could not fathom being that cool, that quiet if he knew Feyre was in labour.

He had to give it to Azriel, the male was great at hiding his weaknesses. And Rhysand would have been convinced he was still composed had he not seen that in the dark corridor, light glinted off of the tears rolling down his cheeks.

Azriel still did not move, standing still against the wall with his hands folded behind his back.

It shook Rhys more than him pacing and losing his mind would have.

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Azriel’s pov.

He wanted to scream, he wanted to curse himself out loud. After all, he was the reason his darling mate was going through the pain of birth.

Should’ve resisted when she said she wanted kids.

But alas, it was now too late to do anything but stand here helpless as he heard her loud cries of pain from their bedroom.

"I- Azriel! Az-"

It took all Azriel had in him to stand outside while his mate, his wife went through unbearable pain he knew he could not even fathom of. Having your privates stretched while you had to push out a literal being was something he knew his worst wounds would look like paper cuts in comparison.

It made him respect females more at the moment.

Through the bond, he felt flashes of hot agony and cold pain, but he was aware it was nothing, nothing compared to what his mate was going through.

The door opened the slightest bit, the worried eyes of an apprentice healer peeking out. "Spymaster? Madja said you can come in to soothe your mate."

Instantly, Azriel was hurrying inside the room, his eyes finding his mate lying on the bed.

Keep calm. Keep calm. Keep calm.

But how could he, seeing as the one person he could ruin the world for, was sobbing, tears running down her face in constant streams, aided by the sweat gathering on her skin?

He hurried over to her side, her palm instantly finding his.

"My love, I’m here."

She gasped in pain, nails digging into his palm.

Cool. Stay cool. It will be fine.

"Just one more push dear, then you can rest."

Azriel turned his head to Madja when she said that, relief spreading through his veins. At least the torture Y/n was going through would be over soon.

Y/n nodded, meeting Azriel’s eyes. Even while she was pushing out their baby, she found it in herself to offer him a weak smile.

Be calm.

Not even a moment after Y/n dropped back down on the bed with an exhausted sigh, loud cries filled the room. Azriel leaned down, placing his forehead against his mate’s. She smiled up at him, her eyes tired.

"No more babies. Y/n, I’m telling you, I cannot see you in pain."

Y/n had the audacity to pout. "But what if our baby gets lonely?"

He shook his head, kissing Y/n’s cheek. "I won’t let them get lonely."

He straightened when he heard footsteps approaching, lifting his head to look at Madja, who grinned at them over the baby’s head. "It’s a daughter."

Tears gathered in Azriel’s eyes as Madja leaned down, his daughter’s face coming into view for the first time. Azriel could not look away.

She’s beautiful.

Her eyes are so pretty.

She stared back at him with wide eyes.

Don’t cry. Stay calm. Stay quiet.

Fuck calm. Fuck quiet.

He let the tears fall as Y/n placed a hand on his arm, telling him to take his daughter. And even though he did not want to taint the pure soul made of him and his beloved, he extended his arms. Y/n had had the time of months to scold and train Azriel to not be scared of his own child.

The moment Madja stepped out of their room, Azriel let out an involuntary sob, accompanied by a look in his mate’s direction, who was crying too.

"I love her so much."

She nodded, giggling. "Me too." After a pause, she continued. "Hazel. That’s what we decided."

He nodded, unable to look away as he leaned down to press his lips to her tiny forehead.

"My world."

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[camsthesadgirlnow]

toxic ex!rafe cameron pounding toxic ex!reader while shes on the phone to her bf , trying to reconcile + fix things after an argument. make rafe a cockyyyy bastard, like hes purpose doing things to make her moan louder , while reader is trying her hardesttt to keep it down and talk things through w ha man lmaoooo. @ericareyesgirl thank you for recommending. This one is perfect

Pairings: rafe Cameron x afab!reader, toxic!rafe x toxic!reader

warnings: pure filthy smut, cheating, oral fixation kink, choking, dirty talk, sex p in v, drunk, taking advantage?, exhibition kink?

Toxic

having a heard head boyfriends has its cons. Take now for example, you had a fight over him liking a revealing picture of some girl on ig. You’ve had this same issues and conversation over three times. He knows what he’s doing and yet he doesn’t care.

you came off to blow steam down at a local pub at the country club. It was one of your favorites and very hidden . Just enough for some peace and quiet. And imagine your surprise when you found your ex, rafe sitting down with you. Five shots in and you found yourself back at his house, naked and drunk.

“fuck rafe, please” you begged sobbing

It felt so good but fuck it was so wrong. Your boyfriend was probably worried about you and here you are being bent over your ex’s bed, gripping his sheets and crying like a desperate slut. You got clarity and started mumbling something.

“b-boyfriend my-boyfriend” you stutter out

“what about your boyfriend. You think he’d like seeing you under me, your ass out with me fucking you. You begging for more.” He grips on the back of your neck and lifts your head up “why don’t we call him hmm?” He smirks

“no n-no please rafe” you beg

he grabs your phone and opens it. He clicks on your boyfriend’s contact and clicks on it.

“you’re gonna tell him you love him and you’re sorry.” He instructs

he places me back onto the bed and somehow finds a way to pound me deeper. Making It difficult to keep quiet and not scream in pleasure. The phone still ringing before another voice can be heard on the line. Rafe picks you back up by your hair and places the phone near your lips.

“speak” you hear him whisper

You lick your lips and try to compose your voice as normal as possible and not that you’re getting fucked by your ex. The same ex your boyfriend is insecure of.

“baby Im- im sorry for overreacting, I love you” you somehow spoke out

you feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm and you start crying once more. being drunk and getting fucked is the peak of your life right now. But he doesn’t know that. Not yet anyway.

“awe baby are you crying?” He asks

“y-yes” you moaned out

“baby you okay?” He asks confused

with your eyes rolling back you moan on accident. But you’re too drunk to care. You’re getting the best fuck of your life right now. And you needed this after your poor boyfriend can’t even satisfy you sometimes.

“n/n?”

“daddy please cu-cum in me” you beg “p-please”

rafe takes the phone back to his mouth “you hear that, I’m fucking your bitch” he places the phone on the desk on FaceTime mode.

He flips you over and grabs both your legs and he places them on his shoulders. He grips onto your lower abdomen and starts sinking you down into him. You feel your body just moving down and up and your breast jumping up and down with the motion. Your surroundings being hazy but closing your eyes made it feel better.

You start arching you back and whining as you feel another intense orgasm coming your way.

“daddy-“ you moan

He switches positions and puts you in missionary postion. He enters back inside you as the feeling makes you both moan in pleasure. Your head hit the pillow back as the feeling felt so satisfying. The perfect piece in this puzzle.

He places his thumb inside your open mouth as you suck on it.

“you like this baby? You love when daddy fucks you like this.” He asks still pounding inside of you “he can’t fuck you like me huh? You love this dick don’t you, don’t you.”

your hand gripping his wrist as he moves back to choke you once again. you start feeling that feeling once more and your legs start shaking.

“you close?” He asks

“yes” you whine out

“yeah? you want daddy to fill you up? To remind you that this pussy always belongs to me?” He squeezes harder

“ye-yes p-please” you whimper as he starts moving faster. Showing that he’s also close to cuming. You feel his trusts becoming sloppier and him completely stopping after feeling his cum slipping out as he removes his dick from inside you. He looks back into your phone and realizes your boyfriend hung up. Well ex now.

“I love you princess” he whispers laying on you

As if signing your name in blood, making a deal with the devil. You respond back with those four words that can fuck your life up. But fuck If it’s so bad, why does it feel so good?

“I love you too rafe”

a/n: yall this was shit. my apologies. better fics on the way. I promise🩷

[naomijoestar]

Happy late birthday and halloween! 🎃 hope you had a wonderful day 🥰

I had an idea that I struggled with getting out of my head so hear me out… Headcanons of the Passione members with a s/o who has big titties??? 🍒

I rest my case :3

Masterlist here <3

Thank you sm!💕 And 👀👀👀👀👀👀 I love this it’s so cheeky, I wouldn’t really consider this NSFW since it’s just them being… them ig? Just also simping and admiring :p I hope you like this and if you’d like anything changed or anything specific added you can always message me and I’ll fix it up!

Also I made this afab reader I hope you don’t mind

Passione members with a girlfriend who has big boobs

Giorno Giovanna

- Giorno might be a gentleman, but even he’s not immune to being captivated by you. He’ll occasionally find his gaze lingering, trying to be subtle but totally failing

- Sometimes, he’ll catch himself admiring you and quickly look away, trying to stay composed

- He finds himself instinctively shielding you if anyone else stares a little too long, offering his jacket to cover you up if you want. He’ll murmur, “Not that you need it—you’re stunning either way.”

- Giorno might buy you clothes with strategic support and structure, wanting you to feel comfortable and confident

- He’d gently tease, “You do know the effect you have on me, don’t you?” with a mischievous glint in his eyes

- When you catch him looking, he’ll give you a soft, almost shy smile and say, “Forgive me—I’m only admiring perfection.”

- Giorno is more likely to brush his fingers along your collarbone or rest his hand lightly on your chest when holding you close, clearly enjoying the way you fit against him

- Sometimes, he’ll quietly joke, “You’re going to be the end of me,” with a mischievous gleam in his eyes, making it clear that you’re very much on his mind

Bruno Bucciarati

- He loves hugging you close (😉), noticing how snug you feel against him, but he’ll keep his thoughts to himself

- He’d never make you feel objectified; he’d just subtly admire you and show you off in a classy way

- If you need help with finding comfortable clothing, he’s quick to assist and even offers suggestions, given his keen eye for fashion

- “You know, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you.”

- Bruno loves spoiling you with outfits he thinks will highlight your best features, saying, “This would look perfect on you. Trust me.”

- When he hugs you close, he’ll rest his head just above your chest, murmuring, “I could stay here forever.” You can feel the warmth of his smile, clearly content to be so close to you

- He’ll run his fingers along your collarbone, softly tracing a line just above your chest, and give you a look that speaks volumes

- If you ask him about it, he’ll simply say, “How could I not admire you? You make everything else seem ordinary.”

Leone Abbacchio

- Abbacchio is often pretty reserved, but he’ll sometimes mutter a grumpy compliment, like, “That top looks nice on you.”

- Despite his usual stoicism, he can’t help but stare, especially when you’re just relaxing together

- If he sees someone else ogling, he’ll shoot them a glare that sends them running in the other direction

- He may pretend to be indifferent, but he’ll casually drape an arm around your shoulder, just for an excuse to feel closer, come on, he is a man with eyes and desires after all

- If he catches you looking away bashfully, he’ll smirk and say, “Don’t get shy on me now. I like the view.”

- He’ll pull you close in quiet moments, savoring the feeling of your warmth against him, secretly enjoying how you fit against him

- Abbacchio isn’t one for obvious compliments, but he’ll let out a smirk and say, “Just know I’m lucky to have you.”

Guido Mista

- Mista would definitely be the most obvious, often staring before realizing and trying to play it cool

- He’s more vocal and won’t hesitate to compliment you with his cheeky grin, saying, “Damn, babe, you look amazing.”

- He’s the type to buy you cute (or even silly) bras he thinks you might like, just as a little gift, and he loves buying you tops he thinks will highlight your curves

- The Sex Pistols might tease him about how smitten he is

- Will straight-up say, “Babe, you’re really making it hard to concentrate!” with a wink that makes you blush

- He loves pulling you into his lap, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling into your boobs with a smirk, laughing when you push him away playfully. “What? I’m just appreciating my beautiful girl!”

- Mista’s openly a simp, so he won’t hesitate to let you know exactly what he’s thinking. He’ll look at you with a big grin and say, “Babe, you look…incredible. Really hard not to stare.”

- He loves it when you wear anything form-fitting and will definitely throw you a wink, saying, “You’re out here making everyone jealous—and I’m just lucky to be the guy next to you.”

Narancia Ghirga

- Narancia’s reaction would be blunt and honest, probably saying something loud and obvious without thinking it through

- He absolutely loves cuddling with you and is more than happy to be the small spoon if that means getting cozy against your tits

- He’ll wrap his arms around you in a tight hug, his head resting comfortably on your chest, sighing happily as he murmurs, “Can we just stay like this forever?” He loves to hug you close, especially when he can rest his head on your chest

- He doesn’t shy away from cheeky compliments, grinning down at you and saying, “You know, you make it really hard to keep my cool, babe.”

- Narancia would be thrilled to spoil you with gifts, even making up little excuses just to buy you something that makes you look—and feel—amazing

- If he finds himself staring, he won’t be subtle about it; he’ll just smile, completely mesmerized, and say, “Can you blame me? You look amazing.”

- He’ll often tell you how gorgeous you are, even in the simplest outfits, making you feel like the most admired person in his world

Pannacotta Fugo

- Fugo is shy and would find himself trying not to stare, but it’s clear he’s struggling, he’ll shyly brush his hand along your arm, whispering, “You… really are something else.”

- If you ever catch him, he’ll turn red and immediately look away, acting like nothing happened, “Can you blame me?”

- He’d be protective, making sure nobody else stares at you for too long, even if he has to shoot a harsh look or make a snarky comment

- He’d enjoy more subtle gestures, like resting a hand on top of your cleavage or helping you adjust your clothes, making sure you’re comfortable

- Sometimes, when you both are alone, he’ll quietly wrap his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and sighing, “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

- He’s the type to blush when complimenting you, but he’ll still manage to say, “You’re making it very difficult to stay calm.”

- Fugo is also protective; he’ll drape an arm around you when he senses others looking, leaning down to say quietly, “They don’t deserve to stare at you like that.”

I hope you enjoy this! I tried making it a little intimate but also not too much, but if you’d like that changed I’ll happily do so! <3

If you enjoyed this make sure to check out my other post, and if you’d like anything specific for any jjba character/squad parts 1-7 you can always request it!

[marharheehee]

I made some silly sketch doodles of these guys for an idea that they were given a dance to learn and preform it by the end of the week.

Just now realizing how similar the designs are to @g00bergoo’s Skater Pomni design and @pikavsketch’s design of Gangle also being a Ballerina or Ribbon dancer I didn’t know about until literally 2 hours ago after I already made these concepts 😭

They’re both incredible and deserve a follow and love!! <3

• I made Pomni Hip Hop bc she’s the main character basically and I fr just searched up “most popular dance style” and Hip Hop was the first thing. Also I really wanted an excuse to make a design like hers lol. Her knee patches say “Pom Pom” btw and on the back of her pants it says “Pomni” on her booty bc I feel like it’s be a funny little design lol, might draw it later

• Gangles Ribbon dancer idea was obvious and tbh not very creative on my part but thats why I wanted to make her have a ballerina type style.

• Kinger was actually my brothers idea he gave me and Disco seemed to fit him as it’s on the older side and I felt like it would be funny tbh, might end up changing it if anyone has any good ideas for me!!

•Poor Zooble I actually made their concept first and realized I didn’t like where the design was going. Now I feel like it would be better that Caine tried to make Zooble a tap dancer but later made them into a Music composer/DJ because that would be the only way they would participate. They can tap but they dislike preforming it due to their limbs being so finicky, so them being a DJ or composer would be cooler imo so i’ll cook on that.

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As for Ragatha and Jax I have an idea for them but idk if i’ll end up making them (unless theres a high demand for them so lmk if ur interested ig ^^’)

Heads up: I wouldn’t say im trying to make this an AU by any means btw, more like a fun adventure idea than anything but either way i’m just trying to have fun with it lol :]]

[accio-victuuri]

cpn catch-up: of interview clues, mushrooms, flowers 🍄🌸

at the rate cpns are raining down on us, you only blink and boom you missed alot. lol. so this is my attempt at catching up before weibo night comes in tomorrow.

gege had a really good interview for his portrait magazine interview! it’s nice to know his thoughts on certain topics. he is definitely calm and in a good space. the next month/s will be chaotic for him due to loch promotions but i’m confident he can deal with it 🫶🏼

for his wonderful interview, i wanna list down a few cpn-y points…

1. in the beginning he was talking about what changed and he said he was more composed/calm and self-focused. adding that before he was conscious of what others thought of him, but now, he relies more on his own judgment. this is ( atleast to me ) exactly how yibo has been lately, especially with being calm. you can totally see that during live events and in just the way he expresses himself.

yibo has always been someone who didn’t care much about what others think of him, and i’d like to cpn that this kind of attitude transferred to xz. their relationship also influenced that, they are secured with who they are so none of the outside voices matter anyone.

love that for them!

2. both of them exercising for strength and not necessarily to be thin.

3. i like how fans are playing up the real life yizhan AU of xz as a bakery owner and yibo as a race car driver.

4. there was a part of him talking about his best when he experiences challenges in acting. that kind of drive, they are so similar! they are not afraid to do things over and over again till they get it right. and no matter what happens, they know they did their best.

5. when xz said that he is lucky and happy 💕

of course there are a lot of factors that contribute to that. i will not disregard his own growth as a person from his personal experiences cause he went through ALOT for the past five years. but it surely helped that he has someone on his side to help him.

there may be more but as a fan this was such a good interview. proof that he is happy with where he is right now, it’s not perfect. he still has fears of failing but his disposition is so much stronger now.

from something serious, let’s move to clownery. the mushroom in the loewe shoot 😂😂😂 if you saw their ig post about yibo that was included. makes us think of the mushroom that wakes up at 4:00 AM

do they know about this? HAHAHAHAHAHA!

and lastly, yibo sent a flower arrangement to Hu Jun as a gift for his play. and we noticed that one of the flower/s is the same as what xz received before. is it a type that he likes to send for congratulations?

-END.

[starmocha]

Why did I let you guys convince me dragon!Sylus AU was a good idea 😔😔😔

I am agonizing over this. I managed to work out a story, but dear god do I want to cry. So far I have...basically a ton of unfinished sloppy scenes, the intro alone is about 2k words, and I still have other scenes I haven't started yet.....

Key themes: Soulmates, Red String of Fate, reincarnation, forbidden love, Sylus @ MC: “ily my beloved, my heart and soul, loml, wifey”, Sylus @ everyone else: “fuck the rest of y’all”, probably sexy time with Sylus nah ok we’ll fuck a dragon i mEAN HE’LL BE A HUMANOID VERSION YOU GET IT RIGHT WE’RE NOT HAVING ACTUAL LITERAL DRAGON DICK 😔, Egg Laying 🙂, just….grossly in love with you Sylus is best Sylus, light angst & smut & fluff ig idk

ANYWAY. This is the only actual completed and coherent scene lol

For context: an erhu is a Chinese instrument (also found in other Asian countries), similar to a fiddle in a sense. Here's an amazing erhu cover of the theme song from the film, House of Flying Daggers. Here's another breathtaking cover from the same performer for the Inuyasha's theme, To Love's End.

You were about to retire for the night, but as you walked down the corridors, you could have sworn you heard music. You paused in your steps, your ears tuning into the sounds. It was distant and faint, but it sounded like someone was playing an erhu. You followed the melancholic melody, down the long corridors, rounding a corner and straight on down the path until you saw at the very end a pavilion overlooking a moonlit lake. You could make out the lone dark figure sitting, recognizing it was Skye. You approached him cautiously, keeping your steps silent. He sat with his back to you, apparently unaware. You could see a teal porcelain bottle of liquor and a filled cup next to him as he lounged lazily, one long leg was stretched out while his other was propped up. Between his legs was an erhu. You followed his movements, watching the bow gliding across the two-stringed instrument with practiced ease. The melody played made your heart ached, evoking a feeling of nostalgia or even déjà vu. Skye appeared to be gazing at the dark night sky, lost in memories. You were startled when he spoke, his tone even, “How long do you plan to stand there?” “How did you know it was me?” You walked closer to him. “I always know when you are near,” he murmured, his words puzzling you, but it seemed Skye had no inclination of elaborating further. He set the instrument aside, and picked up his cup, downing the liquor in seconds. You watched as he poured himself another drink. You knelt next to him. “May I have a drink?” Skye looked momentarily surprised before handing you his cup.

You accepted it gratefully. You politely turned to the side as you drank it slowly. It was strong. Skye drank it like it was water, but for you, you could feel it burning your throat and leaving a bitter aftertaste. You refrained from grimacing and coughing. After composing yourself, you handed the cup back to Skye, seeing his amused smirk. You blushed.

“It’s lonely to drink by yourself,” you explained. You could feel a heat building up inside you, unsure if it was from just that small drink or perhaps from the way Skye observed you. “I suppose,” Skye responded lukewarmly, pouring a new drink for himself. To your astonishment, he gulped it down easily. As he prepared to pour his next cup, you reached out and stopped him. He looked up, his expression unreadable. You felt a little lightheaded. The alcohol was stronger than you had expected. “Skye…” “What is it?” “Do you often drink by yourself?” He smiled, but there was no joy in his expression. He resumed pouring his next cup, saying softly, “The moon is lovely tonight, and the liquor is so sweet.” You looked at him curiously. “They say liquor only tastes sweet when everything else in your life is bitter.” “Is that so?” he asked noncommittally, drinking his next cup. He set the cup down on the floor with a clatter before reaching over to you, grasping your chin, making you gasped in surprise, startled by his sudden action. Skye leaned in close and you smelled the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath. His eyes remained the same, focused and calculating. His expression was neutral, and he still appeared to be sober in spite of how many cups he had drank so far. Even so, you couldn’t help but noticed something in his expression when he looked at you. “Skye…” He tilted his head a little, waiting. “Why do you…” You touched his cheek. “…look so sad?” He paused, startled. He pulled away from you immediately, turning his sight back to the lake. “It is late,” he said coldly, “A young lady should not be alone with a man like this. Go to bed.” You crawled closer to him, settling in between his legs as you looked up at him with flushed cheeks. Skye looked down at you, resigned. He caressed your cheek, his hand felt so cooling on your warm skin. “Already this tipsy from one drink?” he asked softly, amused. There was a soft warmth in his voice again. “It’s stronger than I thought…” You leaned forward, falling into his arms. You yawned softly. You felt so tired all of a sudden. Skye steadied his balance with one hand on the wooden floor while his other arm wrapped around your waist. He smirked as you lay against him. “My lady,” he said, “…wouldn’t this be considered indecent?” You sleepily murmured against his chest, “…You wouldn’t do anything to me…” “You have such trust in me?” he asked, laughing. He pulled your body closer to his. Skye leaned down, inhaling your sweet floral scent. “What if I say it’s taking all of my self-control to not ravage you right now?” You looked up at him, your face feeling even warmer. You wondered if it was because of the alcohol or Skye’s words. You weren’t entirely sure, unable to truly decipher his tone and meaning in your current mindset. You sulked at him. “Don’t tease me…” “Who said I am teasing you?” His face leaned in closer, his lips centimeters from yours. Just the smell of the alcohol from his breath made you dizzy, feeling like you could get even more intoxicated just breathing him in. His lips drew closer to yours, and as he spoke, you felt a chill running down your body, his breathy voice ensnaring you under his spell, his voice reminiscent of another’s: “My beloved.”

[imahgined]

the rosy blog project - episode 1:

꒰ঌ intro + pt. 1 on how we made 2024 actually feel like 2014 ໒꒱

hiiii sweethearts! ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১

welcome to the first episode of the rosy blog project! i’m andrea, but you can call me roseate. i'll be your host to this dreamy corner of the internet, where we celebrate all things feminine and inspiring.

this project is my way of reviving the iconic rosy blog era here on tumblr. in the 2010s, life felt slower, filled with hobbies, fashion, beauty tips, boybands, fandoms, iconic tv shows, and bubbly playlists. here, we'll savor the little things that made us feel connected, feminine and creative!

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. part 1: what was the rosy blog era?

just in case you weren't around on tumblr in the early 2010s, rosy blog content focused on the years we spent hours reading glossy magazines like teen vogue, watching our fave youtubers, and scrolling through dreamy blogs. the rosy blog style was unapologetically girly. it embraced soft pinks, cream tones, and everything feminine. it was all about finding joy in the little things, like curating playlists, buying self-care products, and creating a space that felt uniquely yours.

༊࿐ ⊹ ˚. part 2: my take on how we made 2024 really feel like 2014

from the beggining of the year, i saw so much content on ig and tiktok from people begging to bring back 2014 vibes in 2024. i definitely believe that, collectively, we made it happen. this will be a series of a few blog posts breaking down this year's best moments and how everything felt like the rosy blog era.

section 1: music and pop culture

ariana grande in her wicked & eternal sunshine era: she literally embraced everything we loved from her yours truly era and reinvented it to fit her glinda role. the looks we got from her were super feminine, elegant and classy. seeing her like this reminded me so much of her gorgeous 2010s aesthetic. also, her eternal sunshine album was insanely good. the dreamy vocals felt like a new era that revisited her feminine side from her first album. last year, we even had her yours truly live sessions. inmaculate vibes!

madison beer slowly becoming viral again: i've been a fan of madison ever since i discovered her. this year, i got so excited when her song make you mine went viral. the techno style and her beautiful voice reminded me of some of her earlier songs, even a bit of i won't let you walk away. she’s so talented, and back in 2014, she was all over tumblr. i hope she finally gets the recognition she deserves!

fangirl nostalgia: during the 2010s, you were either a 1d, 5sos, jb or btr fangirl (or all of them at once!). so much has happened this year with our faves—jb having his first child, btr touring again—it’s been a beautiful revisit of the memories we made in those fandoms. and the best part? we continue to create new ones by supporting them into their adulthood. (except for the tragic passing of liam—may he rest in peace).

lana in coachella: nothing felt more 2014 than our beautiful lana headlining coachella this year. her ethereal voice revided her most iconic songs, and the vibes were simply the dreamiest. i completely adored the setlist, and her styling was too cute! classic lana, yet timelessly fresh.

girly pop revival: from sabrina carpenter's short n' sweet tour to taylor swift's eras tour, 2024 absolutely brought girly pop back to the mainstream. we had amazing albums from artists like charli xcx (the most 2014 revival ever) and rising stars like tate mcrae, addison rae and many more. my personal favorite? FLO's debut album, access all areas. their vocals and y2k style are a must hear i'm sure you'll adore.

.mp3 by emilia: if you haven’t heard of emilia i'll be GLAD to introduce you. she's an insanely talented argentinian singer, composer, actress and model (also, the most stunning girl ever). last year, she released her second studio album, .mp3, with a 2000s-inspired sound and vibe. it's the girliest, most empowering, and fun album from a latin artist. this album served girly vibes with genres like pop, urban, dance pop, and contemporary r&b. even though this project and tour leaned into a y2k aesthetic, it also gave me major 2010 vibes with its sounds, looks and visuals. i'll dedicate a whole post to her and the album soon because, genuinely, the art direction is INSANE, and it's my favorite thing ever

for now, that’s it for this first section. i have so much to share with you—from lifestyle to fashion and so much more! i hope you enjoyed reading this 2024 recap, pt. 2 will be up soon.

i'd love to hear your thoughts on this post! let me know what you’d add or want to chat about, my dms are always open lovelies! have a magical and dreamy day ೀ ׅ ۫ . ㅇ

[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Second Course: He treats you so well, and you're naive enough to believe that only you have the key to his tasty heart. Or his pants. 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Traitor

wc: 1.0k

genre & warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, crying, there's another girl, lovers to exes, pure heartbreak :D , Yeji of ITZY special appearance etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

ps. i've already reposted this but it still won't appear under the tags that i've put so ig i'll just let it be lmao. imma just post it the way it is bc i'm tired of trying and thinking on what to do to make it work.

At the tender age of 13, you took note of everything that was written in an article that you accidentally opened and read on a fishy website entitled, 'Signs that your partner is falling out of love.'

You thought it would help you avoid conflict with a future partner, it would help you evade an impending heartbreak, but nothing can prepare you for the real world, it seems.

Your boyfriend, Park Seonghwa, was the definition of a picture perfect man.

He's kind, respectful and loving. He had all the love languages.

He never shunned away from skinship, and most of the time, he's the one who's initiating it. Giving you hugs and kisses even in public without any ounce of shame.

Even when he's busy, he still gives you the time of his day. Often, he would choose to lose sleep if it means that he'll be able to talk and see you after a long, tiring day at work.

He's also the type to buy 'just because' gifts. Randomly walking around a park then he'll see this cute bunny keychain, buying it immediately so he can give it to you because the bunny reminds him of you.

Fixing collars, tying shoelaces, cooking you food— he does it all, and naturally too. The way he pampers you like a mother hen is the sweetest thing you have ever seen in a man.

The most important thing though? It's his ability to listen and soothe all your worries away. He tells you that if you're overthinking, you can simply say it to him and he'll gladly give you all the assurance that you need.

So, what went wrong? Where did it go wrong? Is there something wrong with you?

The situation at hand made you question yourself, then again, are you really the problem here?

"The least you can give me is a reasonable explanation!" you yelled, gripping Seonghwa's arm that was holding his suitcase, attempting to stop him from leaving you without any form of closure.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" he snapped, raising his usual soft voice at you, something that he has never done before.

"A reason! Explanation, anything! Why are you suddenly breaking up with me?!" you blinked rapidly, the itchiness in your throat makes it harder for you to breathe, and the sinking feeling of dread in your stomach is urging you to vomit.

This is so fucking messed up.

Just last night, Seonghwa was fine. He even made love to you in your shared bed, whispering how good you are for him.

Last week, he brought you flowers. Last last week, he took you to a nice restaurant for dinner. Last month, he took you to Maldives for a summer getaway.

Nothing changed and everything felt the same, thus, the current happenings don't make sense.

You come home from work and the next thing you know, your significant other of how many years are mumbling nonsense of going separate ways. That you two are better off without the other.

You just don't fucking understand what the hell went wrong.

"I don't love you anymore."

You never knew that a mere sentence that is composed of five words is more than enough to break your heart, your world.

He doesn't love you anymore?

"Since when?" you weakly muttered, wanting answers that will probably hurt you more.

"For the last few months."

You winced, there were no signs of him not loving you. He must be lying, his shaky chocolate orbs say otherwise.

"Okay." you speak, no more energy to fight for him, to fight for a battle that is not worth the blood, sweat, and tears.

Just like that, you watched him walk away. Out of your home, out of your life, and you were left alone. Crying your heart out, gripping your chest as it physically hurts as well, the pain searing through you.

Two weeks later.

Your friend, Yeji, was making a ruckus, she was basically shoving her phone in your face.

"Y/N, look! Isn't this your ex?"

You peeked at the device, and your heart dropped along with your mood.

What the fuck?

That is your only reaction at the photo posted on Seonghwa's instagram because it hasn't been a month, and here he is, with a girl that he's being lovey-dovey with.

A girl.. a familiar one.

"That fucker." you uttered menacingly, your fists tightly clenched on your lap as your friends worriedly glanced at you.

Isn't that the one you asked him about? The fucking girl that was lingering around him all the damn time like a wretched fly. He told she's nothing but a co-worker.

Sure. Kissing your co-worker on the cheeksin a field of maple trees is very professional, isn't it?

You are not sure what to feel. He broke up with you so he could date that girl, it seems.

Should you be thankful? Or should you curse him until he dies?

Either way, now that you're thinking about it, maybe he really didn't fall out of love with you, just that he found someone that he loves more. There was no proof, but there was evidence of his upcoming betrayal.

The way he was always on his phone, and maybe, all the things he had done for you before were nothing but distractions so you wouldn't notice what he was doing behind your back.

A lady's gut never lies, yet you choose to ignore it, and this is what you get.

You laughed yet the tears dripping down your cheeks is the complete opposite of your actions.

Not once did you hear him apologize during the argument about the break-up, and my god, did you hate him so much for entering your life like a storm and leaving such a mess behind.

Park Seonghwa is no cheater, but he is a raging traitor.

Then again, no one is at fault here but you, as you should've seen this coming. You should've been alert, using your rationality instead of your useless heart, and now you're paying the price for his treason.

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excuse me, um, i love you {8}

ian smith x influencer! reader

authors note: korie posting back to back!? i know this is cray cray divas. i literally worked on this in the car otw to and from the dentist so like fuck it why not post it. im milking that restaurant scene so bad divas im so sorry lmfao but please if you have any ideas lmk!!! liking and reblogging helps a ton!

warnings: cursing, very descriptive kiss ig?

word count: 1,676

The tension is unbearable, thick like the air before a storm. Ian sits there, perfectly composed, like he has all the time in the world. Like he knows exactly what’s going to happen next and is just waiting for you to catch up.

It pisses you off.

You grab your drink, taking a slow sip just to give yourself something to do. “You’re really not gonna say anything else?”

Ian shrugs. “Not if you already know the answers.”

Your fingers tighten around the glass. “You’re so fucking annoying.”

Ian smirks like he takes that as a compliment.

You exhale sharply, pushing away from the table. “You know what? Fuck it.” You slide out of the booth, grabbing your bag as you stand. “I don’t even know why I came.” Ian watches you, his expression unreadable. But he doesn’t stop you.

That only pisses you off more.

You turn on your heel and storm toward the exit, ignoring the way your chest feels tight, the way your skin burns under his gaze. You shouldn’t have come. You shouldn’t have let him drag you across the country just to sit there and act like he didn’t give a fuck.

The cold air hits you the second you step outside, sharp against your skin. You don’t stop walking. Not until you hear footsteps behind you.

Ian.

You roll your eyes, picking up your pace. “Please leave me alone.”

He doesn’t. “Where the fuck are you even going?”

authors interjection: that line was killing me as i was writing omfg 😭 ok proceed lmfaoo

You keep walking. “I don't know, but i really dont wanna be here ”

A beat of silence, then....“You’re being dramatic.”

That makes you stop. You spin around, heart pounding. “I’m being dramatic?”

“Yeah. You are.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Right. Because me being mad that you flew me out here just to sit in silence is so unreasonable.”

Ian exhales through his nose, stepping closer. “You’re mad because I didn’t chase you the second you walked away.”

Your pulse kicks up, but you keep your expression hard. “I shouldn’t have had to walk away in the first place.”

He tilts his head slightly. “You done?”

You glare at him, your breath unsteady. “Bitch? No!”

also laughed really hard while writing this.

Ian just watches you, waiting.

You exhale sharply, shifting your weight. “You don’t get to do this. You don’t get to act like you don’t care after everything.”

His jaw tightens just slightly. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know, Ian,” you snap. “Maybe start with why the fuck I’m here?”

He doesn’t answer right away. Just studies you, like he’s debating how much to give you.

Then, finally—

“I missed you.”

The words hit harder than you expect. Your stomach twists, your arms wrapping around yourself like you can physically keep them out. “You have a funny way of showing it.”

Ian exhales, stepping closer. “I didn’t know how else to get you here.”

You blink. “What?”

He runs a hand through his hair, looking off to the side for a moment before meeting your gaze again. “I posted that picture on purpose.”

Your breath catches.

Ian tilts his head. “You wouldn’t have come if I just asked.”

You shake your head, trying to make sense of it. “So you. what? Tried to piss me off?”

His lips twitch, like he’s amused but knows better than to show it. “Worked, didn't it?”

i honestly wouldve crashed out wtf do you mean!?

Your jaw tightens as you glare at him, arms still crossed over your chest like that’ll somehow keep you steady. “You’re such a fucking asshole.”

Ian doesn’t flinch. If anything, the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s enjoying this. “Never said I wasn’t.”

You exhale sharply, turning away before you fall under his gaze. “I can’t believe I got on a plane for this.”

Ian moves then, stepping into your space before you can walk off again. “Then don’t waste the trip.”

Your head snaps back toward him. “Excuse me?”

He’s close now. Not enough to touch, but enough that you feel the heat of him, enough that your body betrays you. “Come back with me.”

You blink. “What?”

Ian tilts his head toward the street, toward where his car is waiting. “Come to mine.”

You let out a breathless laugh. “You think I want to be alone with you right now?”

His gaze flickers to your lips for a fraction of a second before he meets your eyes again. “Yeah.”

Your stomach flips, but you force yourself to roll your eyes. “You’re insufferable.”

Ian smirks like that’s the best thing he’s heard all night. “And yet, you’re still here.”

You hate that he’s right. Hate that even with how mad you are, you don’t actually want to leave.

Ian watches you for a moment, then sighs, his smirk fading just slightly. “Come on,” he says, voice quieter. “We don’t have to do this out here.”

The fight in you is still burning, but the cold is starting to creep in, and the way he’s looking at you—like he’s tired of pretending he doesn’t care—makes you waver.

Finally, you exhale, dropping your arms. “Fine.”

Ian’s brows lift slightly, like he didn’t actually expect you to agree. Then, with the ghost of a smirk, he steps back, gesturing toward the car.

The car ride is suffocatingly silent.

Ian drives with one hand on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road like he doesn’t notice the way you’re angled toward the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. Like he doesn’t feel the tension pressing down on both of you, thick and unrelenting.

But of course, he notices.

“You’re really doing this?” His voice is low, calm in that infuriating way that makes you want to snap.

You don’t answer.

Ian exhales, shifting slightly in his seat. “You’re mad.”

Still, you stay silent.

He hums, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. “Alright.”

That’s it. No coaxing, no trying to pull a reaction out of you. Just alright.

You dig your nails into your palms, your irritation bubbling over. If he wants to act unbothered, fine. You can do the same.

The rest of the drive stretches out in silence, only the low hum of the car filling the space between you. When he finally pulls up to his building, he puts the car in park but doesn’t make a move to get out.

Instead, he turns his head slightly, looking at you through the dim interior. “You done?”

You grip the door handle but don’t move. “Done with what?”

Ian smirks, slow and knowing. “Ignoring me.”

You clench your jaw, pushing the door open without responding. If he thinks he can pull you back in with that smug I know you better than you think act, he’s dead wrong.

Ian doesn’t chase you. He follows, slow and steady, like he has all the time in the world.

The air is thick with tension by the time you step into Ian’s apartment��a sleek, minimal space with dim lighting and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the city. You barely take it in, your anger still simmering under your skin.

Ian shuts the door behind you, tossing his keys onto the counter like he hasn’t just dragged you across the country for this. You don’t say a word.

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re really gonna give me the silent treatment?”

You ignore him, walking deeper into the apartment, your arms crossed so tight it almost hurts.

Ian watches you from where he stands, his head tilting slightly. “You know that’s not gonna work on me.”

Still, you don’t respond.

A beat of silence. Then—

“I told you why you’re here.” His voice is calmer now, quieter.

You finally look at him, eyes sharp. Then, slowly, you shake your head.

“No, you didn’t.”

Ian exhales through his nose, stepping toward you. You don’t back away, but you don’t break your silence either. His lips press together, jaw tightening as he closes the space between you.

He stops just in front of you, his voice low. “You’re really this mad at me?”

You lift your chin slightly, holding his gaze.

Ian’s eyes flicker over your face, like he’s searching for a crack in the wall you’ve built between you. His fingers twitch at his sides, like he wants to reach for you but knows better than to push right now.

The silence stretches. The weight of everything between you presses down, thick and heavy.

Then, without another word, Ian moves.

His hands find your waist, his grip firm but not forceful, and before you can think—before you can decide if you even want to resist—his lips crash against yours.

It’s not gentle. It’s desperate, a collision of frustration and everything unspoken. Your fingers tighten in his tee before you even realize you’ve grabbed him, pulling him closer like you’re trying to prove something.

Ian groans into your mouth, deep and low, his hands gripping you tighter, like he’s afraid you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold you in place. His teeth graze your bottom lip, and your breath stutters, but you don’t pull away.

You should.

You don’t.

Instead, you kiss him harder, letting the weight of your anger, your confusion, your want spill into it.

Ian backs you up against the counter without breaking the kiss, his body pressed against yours, his fingers digging into your hips like he can’t get enough. One hand moves to cup your jaw, tilting your head up as he deepens the kiss, as if he needs you to feel exactly how much he meant it when he said he missed you.

And god, you do.

Your silence is long gone now, lost between the way his mouth moves against yours and the way his hands refuse to let you go.

But just when the heat starts to take over, when you can feel yourself starting to give in,

Ian pulls back, breathing hard, forehead resting against yours.

“I’m not gonna rush you,” he murmurs, voice rough. “I swear.” His thumb brushes against your cheek, gentle despite the way his pulse is racing. “But just be here with me.”

someone cooked here

someone = me

cooked = burgers

xoxo - korie

[suffarustuffaru]

royal candidate mixup (a fic snippet)

hello,,, i wrote this spontaneously in like thirty minutes the other day for an idea me and some friends were cooking up,,, eventually id like to make this a full fic but for now theres just this draft so you all can have it ig :3

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Emilia gently presses the insignia into the merchant’s hands again—Otto Suwen, he said his name was?—and as soon as she does, the gem in the center of it begins to glow red. Vivid red. The light matches the bow at the front of his cloak, and when the red fades in over his face, it contorts into complete and utter horror.  

“Is—is something the matter?” Emilia blurts out, hasty and stammering, before she flinches back and tries to compose herself. Focus. She’s a knight who just found one of the new Royal Candidates for the throne, and said candidate must be very disoriented at the thought of being thrust into the spotlight. It was already bad enough that she found him being mugged in an alleyway this morning! The poor boy; she would have been so scared as well. “I understand if you’re nervous,” Emilia says softly, “and I assure you that I’ll reaaally do my best to he—“

“No, no, no,” Otto rambles, his breaths quickening, the insignia threatening to drop from his hands. Beside him, his ground dragon makes a saddened little coo, but he pays her no mind, his fingers reaching up to his hair to tug at it. “N-No, I can’t possibly be a Royal Candidate! You—“ He looks back at Emilia, eyes wild. “You said that if the gem glows red, then I’ve been chosen, yes? But—but this must be some sort of sham, a sick and twisted joke! I’m no one important! I’m only a humble traveling merchant, I—I’m supposed to be on my way to getting my own store, and I can’t possibly be in charge of—“ A nervous laugh bubbles out of him. “Of an entire country, this is absurd—“

“Otto-sama,” Emilia murmurs, and she tries to reach out to him, but he recoils away from her. 

It stings for a moment; before, when he profusely thanked her for helping him away from those muggers, he didn’t even care one bit about her being the half-devil. He blushed and smiled and complimented her for her kindness as if he’s never seen all that much kindness before, as if it was as valuable as gold, and now, all Emilia has done has made him stressed beyond relief after she managed one good deed for the day. What kind of knight is she? Who is she to—

Otto’s eyes roll to the back of his head, and he crumples to the floor. 

[lilaccmilk]

Maybe I am too busy being yours

to fall for somebody new

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin!reader (drabble) Summary: Mattheo gets jealous. That's it. A/n: I was thinking of this specific scenario during my daydreaming. SO I've decided to write it. Inspired from the lyric "Maybe I am too busy being yours to fall for somebody new CW: my shitty writing, fluff, hurt/comfort, mattheo being insecure and jealous, ooc mattheo ig

You were walking with Harry to the great hall for breakfast. You had been good friends despite you being a Slytherin. Harry needed some help figuring out a spell and Hermione was busy and you were more than happy to help. Early in the morning you had met Harry in the library as your schedule was filled up later. You both were now catching up while moving towards the Great Hall. Bidding your goodbyes, you made your way towards your boyfriend who was staring at you with an unknown expression brewing in his eyes.

"Good morning love" you greeted only to earn back silence. "Good morning theo." you said a bit louder, he just stared at you and went back to eating. Furrowing your eyebrows, you further poked at him, "What's wrong theo?" Silence was all you got. After the breakfast he quickly stood up and made his way to the slytherin common room. It was empty as most of the students were enjoying themselves outside in the snow. You were quick to follow.

"Mattheo Riddle, if you think I'm going to let you off that easily then you are highly mistaken." you raised your voice a bit and made him turn towards you. "What's the matter love?" you spoke again in a soft voice. "Why don't you just be with that damn Potter?" he snarked. You blinked and stayed silent for a few seconds processing that he was in fact jealous and burst out laughing. He stared at you with a confused look. You managed to compose yourself and then spoke to him," Hey, love he's just a friend. He wanted some assistance with some spells and I got up early to help him so I can spend the rest of the day with you. I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. I love you theo. Only you." You tiptoed to kiss him softly, he returned the kiss. "Now I feel like an idiot, I love you too." he mumbled against your lips. "Lets go outside?" your offered and he nodded. You spent the day walking in the snow, making snow angels and having snow fights with the rest of your friends.

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[ENG SUB] Joker Out's Listening Party with Val 202 (14.11.2024)

In this video, you can listen to the conversation part of the Listening Party, which includes questions from Andrej Karoli and the fans.

Transcript by @kurooscoffee and @chaosofsmarty, translation by @kurooscoffee , @chaosofsmarty, @weolucbasu and IG dalijalogar_, review by @kurooscoffee, IG piakaplan_ and IG dalijalogar_, proofread by X klámstrákur, IG Gboleyn123 and @flowerlotus8, subtitles by @kurooscoffee

📝 Full video and transcript below the cut 👇

❗If you are quoting the transcript below, make sure to properly credit by linking back to this Tumblr post!

Transcript:

Andrej Karoli: When you wait 806 days for a new album from the band Joker Out, right?

Bojan: We apologize.

Yes. Apology accepted! [inaudible] Okay, 'Novi val', I just want to, as a boomer, which is obviously clear from the context, say that none of this is your fault. We messed up everything that could be messed up¹, but I do ask you to make things right again. Okay? Can we have this agreement?

¹Andrej is referring to the lyrics of 'Novi val' ("We were born yesterday and have already been blamed for everything"), which they sang as the opening song, and also referencing the lyrics of the song 'Praslovan' by Lačni Franz: "zajebali vse, kar se bo zajebat dalo" ("messed up everything that could be messed up")

Bojan: Mhm. We can.

Okay. Joker Out, 'Souvenir Pop', 806 days, tomorrow will be the 807th day. These are the chosen people who will hear the new songs, the only ones and the first ones. I had the honor and I took the right to choose the order of playing the new songs. And before the first one, I just want to say that... All the band members asked me: "Why?" The title is 'Sonce'. Right? Write it down quickly! Tell me, Bojan, the story of 'Sonce', and why 'Sonce' is the way it is, and I assume that Jan is slightly... not-innocent about it.

Bojan: Yeah, 'Sonce' is basically... a story where a son talks to his mother after his death. Back to life. It was directly inspired by the current situation in Palestine. So... when I showed it to some people without context, they thought it was a love song, but it's not a love song. Now, [the reason] it is the way it is in its final form, is because Jan, sitting to my right, which has probably been clear to everyone for years now.

Jan: Hi, I'm Jan!

Bojan: Hey!

Jan!

Bojan: Hi Jan, we love you! Because basically, Jan took on the task of composing the music for it, so the entire arrangement is exclusively Jan on piano and vocals. And I think... it couldn't have been said more beautifully than what the words already said through the music, so... while recording this album, Jan suddenly found himself in a situation where he had to play keyboards, he had to play piano, but really, you've never actually played before, right?

Jan: Not really, no. We had a piano at home [inaudible] but basically, I first started playing keyboards when I was in the studio for 'Everybody's Waiting'. That was actually my first experience of playing piano in front of people. And now, apparently, it continues, considering that even in Studio 26, on Val 202, I'm doing it, so...

Kris: Tell us a bit about what your kitchen looks like now!

Jan: What my kitchen looks like? Well, the stove is not in use... because there are about seven keyboards on it right now.

Bojan: Well, it is in use, but as a table now.

Jan: Yeah, exactly, it's a stand.

Bojan: Well, there you have it. Thank you, Jan!

[inaudible] useful. You're doing great, Bojan! Deep questions, insider ones. In short, 'Souvenir Pop' will be available on all platforms tomorrow morning, when you're already up. At six, I assume. Or at midnight already?

Bojan: Midnight! So you don’t even have to go to bed!

And without further ado, for the first time, into your 40 pairs of ears, and for the 139th time in their ears, Joker Out, 'Sonce'!

[Playing 'Sonce']

The guys were worried that this would put you in a bad mood, but I was just hoping that you would really listen. And honestly, congratulations.

Bojan: Thank you.

Writing a story like that, about such a heavy subject, which we all [inaudible] and Jan, for composing it. That's what I'm talking about! But! Now, onto something completely different.

So, this was the first of the five new songs that you will hear for the first time. The next four are very different in their own ways. Now, the answer to the question of who wrote the lyrics for the next song is obvious: Who wrote the lyrics for 'Mesto duhov'?

Bojan: Me.

Okay, Kris, please tell me... Do you remember the feeling when you first picked up the guitar, when Bojan brought the lyrics? The first session for 'Mesto duhov.'

Kris: 'Mesto duhov' was created in London. I think we had the chords and some kind of theme first. And only later did Bojči start singing over it. But the feelings were... even then, I liked it a lot already. Definitely one of my favorites on my... on our album.

Gwen Stefani!

Kris: On my list on our album.

Sorry, continue!

Kris: But as for the lyrics, I... we all only heard them very, very late, right? It was created about a month ago, maybe a bit more. And basically, at first, I was very skeptical, because we initially had an English version that we all really liked already. And it's hard to part from... from something you've been listening to for so long, but Bojan convinced us to let him have this one in Slovenian. He was right; 'Mesto duhov' was created, and... I realized that this track, in this form, was something that was really, really missing from the album. This song is... Bojči and I interpret it a bit differently, but for me, it's a song about how, for the first time, after all the tours, after this Eurovision story, we came home and somehow felt the absence of the warmth of home that we were expecting. At least that's how I interpret it. Bojči has a slightly different explanation, if you'd...? Add something?

Bojan: Yeah, I mean, when I was writing this song... my explanation was... (laughter)

Don't argue, I beg you!

Bojan: No, I'm just kidding. Yeah, basically 'Mesto duhov' reflects the first time in my life when I got the overall impression that people had fallen into a... that as a society, we've fallen into a very negative vibe. For the first time, I have a feeling that people are walking around with a kind of defensive aura. That we're constantly on the lookout, which is normal, because we see every day how everything is going into the... in the opposite direction of what we would want, and what we've been talking about our whole lives: love and unity and all that. So, basically, yeah, 'Mesto duhov' is a reflection of that, and I think it's the first and only one of my lyrics where I went 100% into pessimism.

Don't!

Bojan: Yeah, well.

But we need to say and hear things as they are. 'Souvenir Pop', in 5 hours and 34 minutes. For everyone. 'Mesto duhov', now especially for you.

[Playing 'Mesto duhov']

And Elvis has left the building²!

²"Elvis has left the building" is a phrase that was often used by public address announcers at the conclusion of Elvis Presley concerts in order to disperse audiences who lingered in hopes of an encore. It has since become a catchphrase and punchline. Andrej used it because Bojan animated the audience, making us clap and sing the 'Pa pa pa pa pa' part at the end of 'Mesto duhov'.

Joker Out, 'Souvenir Pop,' new album, out at midnight. Yeah, even though it's shagadelic, there's those transitions and stuff... Yeah, nice. Why were you sad? How can you be sad and write "Pa pa pa pa pa"?

Bojan: That actually remained from the English text. Basically... Should we tell it here... Here we can share these... juicy details, right? But you can't record this! [inaudible]

Of course, not recording when you say not to record, yeah right...

Bojan: Actually, the song was called 'Wembury Mews'. That was the street in London where we lived for two months. And actually, the song was written as if my girlfriend cheated on me, and I killed myself because of it. Never mind, that was just... that was just that moment when the text came to me.

Kris, this isn’t your song!

Bojan: Well, anyway, and then there was the chorus. It still remained the way it was, but the chorus had this crazy moment, like... "I almost forgave you, (till now?) that he uses the nickname I gave you." Then it's "Pa pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa pa, baby baby boo." That was... that was the chorus of the song, and the secret that Jan will reveal is:

Jan: The secret in this song, which remains from the previous version, is that when I went to Žare, our producer, Žare Pak. Master Pak. And I listened to the guitar solo that I recorded, I thought it would be really cool if I put a hidden message in the solo. So, we cut the solo so that if you read it in Morse code, rhythmically, it spells "Baby boo, baby boo." That's... still in there.

Deep.

By the way, whomever gets a patent for Baby Boo merch first...

Kris: We already did.

Bojan: In Morse code!

In Morse code, I might add. No? So this one, this one is still available.

Okay.

(?) Good one.

Well, this is it, that's what we boomers know how to do. 'Souvenir Pop', Joker Out, on Val 202. By the way, anyone, Nace, Jure?

Nace: I would just like to add that in the song, there's...

Just not another hidden message?

Nace: No, no, not anymore, but we had a friend playing the trumpet, Luka Ipavec, just so you know.

Ipi?

Nace: Ipi, yes.

Ipi, a round of applause for Ipi.

(?): He was also a part of 'Sunny Side of London', right?

(?): And he also [inaudible].

Enough of these secrets. I wanted to check something, the zeitgeist, right? Everyone has seen or listened to the so-called 'listening hubs' on the internet, right? And everything is already done there.

Now, I would like to know what it feels like when... you listen to your own song, do you watch people's faces or...?

Nace: I'm always looking at something, checking the reactions, especially in this song. I was waiting for the chorus to see how you would react to this: pa pa pa pa pa.

Nace: Pap.

Bojan: Pap pap pap.

Everything was okay until Bojan explained what was behind it.

Nace: It was what it was, now it's different.

Okay, now it's different. Okay, Bojan and I have been chatting in recent days about whether the album is chaotic in this way or that way, when it comes to the genre, the lyrics, the language... Now, we have released something already, haven't we? So, 'Lips'. Back home, to our comfort zone, also in English. What Kris said earlier about a song beginning in language A and then it can happen that it goes public in language B. Is that also the story about 'Lips' or is 'Lips' 'Lips'?

Bojan: 'Lips' used to be 'Je t'aime'. It was meant to be... actually, at the beginning, it sounded nothing like it does now. And really, this song is... it's like... I don't know, like it's... I'm not even gonna look for a name because I would definitely say something stupid. But at the beginning, it was a really very Franz Ferdinand-ish rock 'n' roll song, and we were thinking it could be both in Slovenian and in French. We even had the idea that a singer would be a French woman to have... to have an exchange of some sort. But then I remembered that none of us speaks French. And we quickly abandoned this idea.

French is the language of love.

Bojan: Yes, that's true, but also Slovenian, English, and Serbian are.

He said this without revealing (applause)... the language of the songs. Would you like to hear 'Lips' that used to be 'Je t'aime'?

Audience: Yes.

Yes? Joker Out, 'Souvenir Pop', 'Lips'.

[Playing 'Lips']

(applause)

I think that every pop music fan wants to have as many hits as possible, but on the other hand, it makes me really happy when a band makes a song that is meaningful.

Jure?

Jure: Aha! (laughter) It's my turn now.

I tried to imagine how 'Lips' would sound at a concert...

Jure: Mhm.

...and you sitting there doing nothing in particular or going to... get a beer.

Jure: No, I really enjoy playing this song because we adapted electronically...

Okay...

Jure: I still play everything, but we don't have acoustic drums. Instead, this sound is replaced by samples, which are the sounds we used while making this album, and then I trigger them electronically on the pad. So it is played, but the sounds come from...

Okay.

Jure: ...Studio's...

To say the truth, do you prefer drumhead or triggers?

Jure: Oh, I have made... Sorry, I have made the last part a little bit different.

Okay.

Jure: I change onto acoustic drums, so yes.

What?

Bojan: [inaudible]

Jure: We have spiced it up a little bit.

Yes, this is a polka dance, obviously, a polka dance. No, no. It is a big, big piece of work, but this is not for senior citizens.

Bojan: Now we have to put Nace specifically under the spotlight.

Nace, come here!

Nace: I don't like to be the centre of attention but...

Please, do so.

Nace: Just as Bojan said, the song was in a completely different form when we left the studio in Hamburg. It was still 'Je t'aime' at the time. And when we came back, all of a sudden, the deadline for the album... It was closer and closer, and in one moment, Bojan and Žare set some sort of... Some sort of heartbeat, and Bojan started doing that breathing, and then he came up with lyrics setting up the whole melody. But it went nowhere, especially because we were busy with other songs as well.

And then, our producer Žare all of a sudden gave us all the tracks we had recorded in Hamburg for, back then still, 'Je t'aime'. I couldn't stop thinking about this song, and I was in my bed with my laptop that night.

Did you play Tetris?

Nace: No, I opened a program for music making.

(B?): Well, it looks very similar.

Nace: Yes, it looks very, very similar. And then I just tried to imagine how I see the song. It started with the sound of drums and how the keyboard or synthesizer comes in... But I actually wanted to keep that heartbeat started by Bojan and Žare. If you listen closely, it is actually repeated through the entire song: boom, boom (heartbeat).

Okay, cool.

Nace: That's it. I showed it to Bojan, and from then on, we were recording the guitars for a few nights. Late, late, late in the morning.

Okay, because a musician's work doesn't end at 10:30 in the evening. Now, one of my favourite ones, right? Now, Bojan, I won't say it again, but sometime, around 8 seconds in, I freeze, and it's a party from then on, right?

Bojan: Who is above eight (years old)?

Okay, yes, I might be a boomer, but I have kids that age at home, so... I carry you in a carrier. It's not going anywhere... well, we are all someone's kid. Joker Out, 'Souvenir Pop', 'Muzika za decu'.

[Playing 'Muzika za decu']

What did I say? What did I say? 'Muzika za decu', Souvenir Pop, Joker Out. Well, this is a... at the concert, it's that song where everyone goes to grab a towel at the end. Including the sound and light technicians. But yes, rock'n'roll. A slight homage, intentional or not, to the group Partibrejkers³. Google them when you're home, but yes. An homage to some kind of other generation of pop... No no!

³A Serbian Yugorock band from Belgrade.

Bojan: I'm just messing with you, c'mon.

Yeah yeah, nice of you to make fun of me. One piece of music is left still. I'm looking, how Joker Out will do one more with the piano and guitar. And this is really a song, which Bojan and I like the most on the album. My apologies. Yeah, this inside joke looked like this... the other members can agree with me or not.

Jan: The story of you two or?

This is our story. A story titled 'If This Won't Exist Anymore', a bit like that, then you'll hear the title in its original. But Bojan and I debated it, right, and he told me how old he is, because I was not interested in how old he is until an hour ago today. And then I figured out that this song is, lyrics-wise, a 45-year-old man after a nasty divorce.

Bojan: That's how old our ghostwriter is.

Yes. Also the ghostwriter?

Bojan: He's that old, he's about that old.

Well, in short, so I don't get into some other kind of title, which you get sucked into quickly. 'Ako toga više neće biti'. Right. Let's listen to it.

[Playing 'Ako toga više neće biti']

No, he won't say her name. But after every broken heart, this song will be there over and over again, yes. In short, the band performance, amazing. Can't wait to hear it live. 'Souvenir Pop', out at midnight, Joker Out. Can I get the mic? Yeah, would anyone like to ask anyone, anything? Except for what her name is. The mic is available for questions. A simple "How are you boys?" Which shirt is from which company? Yeah and why do you all have black shoes?

Bojan: Because black shoes...

Her! She's the, she's the biggest fan. Come on, boys!

Bojan: Hello!

This is the daily bread. Hi! She's the biggest Joker Out fan. Here you go.

Fan: I'm interested if any of the songs that are on the album now almost didn't make it onto the album, and why?

Nace: 'Lips' because it almost wasn't finished.

Bojan: Yes. Can you hear me? Yeah, actually... At the end we were practically throwing some things out, right.

Jure: 26 songs.

Bojan: Yes. We had a slightly shorter selection of 80 songs, which were all hits, but in the end, we had to decide on only these nine new ones. It was [inaudible], really. But... we got rid of 'Schlager'. Which on the internet now... actually, a lot of people let us know that "Oh no!" But never... Look, maybe time for 'Schlager' will come someday... And that's... That's what it is. There were a lot of cool ideas that will certainly be born for the next album. But... that's it. Thank you!

Next! Next! Uh... Watch out, lean back. This will be...

Bojan: Say it.

Fan: Hey!

Hey!

No, that was me, no no, I'm sorry.

Fan: As you spend so much time together, I want to know how much of this time is spent only on hanging out and not working on the band, this, only quality time, without working on music, but you actually working on friendship?

The silence is deafening...

Kris: Honestly, I would say less than I would like, but not because of... because... We're not together that often but because we really do all the band things on our own, and it's hard to find time for relaxed hangouts without trying to make music or be our own managers. So boys...

Bojan: Wait a second, we do have our own team. We don't do everything on our own.

Kris: We have a team and a round of applause for our team!

(applause)

Kris: But actually... The fact is, Bojči, that we also do a lot on our...

Bojan: We work a lot, but not all of it on our own.

Kris: No, not everything and... This is actually an ideal opportunity for me to invite you out for some coffee, huh?

Bojan: Where we can talk!

Jan: Kris is paying for a coffee! If anyone wants to join...

Nace: This coffee never runs out of conversation.

Jure: Mostly "No, this milk needs sugar!"

Fan: We're coming to the coffee date too!

Bojan: Well, you got your answer. Not really. But you know how it would be if you were... You know, when you're with people who do the same thing as you, you... sooner or later, right? The conversation steers to what you're doing, I think you can hardly avoid it. Right? Is it true, Jan?

Jan: Yes.

Bojan: I told you so.

Next! C'mon... wasn't there another girl? Oh right, okay.

Fan: The album certainly has a lot of associations with love at a distance, long-distance relationships. You were at Eurovision, a couple of tours, you were far away from your families. A lot of that is felt in the songs as well. As someone who was in a long-distance relationship, I can relate to it all. How do you experience this... You can say it individually, this distance away from those who you love.

Bojan: Did you bring this question from your home already?

This is what we call being well-prepared.

Fan: I didn't, but I am a member of JokerOutSubs!

Bojan: Cool!

Congrats!

Bojan: A round of applause for JokerOutSubs!

What is it like to miss someone?

Bojan: What is it like to miss someone? Well, I think that, I predict that all of us miss the same, right? That there's no difference here. What do I know? What was the question actually...? Sorry!

Fan: How do you experience being far away from those you love?

Bojan: Right! I actually know that practically none of us had been away from home for this long before, as much as we did, so it was... very interesting to observe how we responded to this. It's... it's actually yes... it was, as I would say, a matter of fact for me but also the people around me. Well, as we know each other, we're close, but it was actually... you could notice some of these microchanges which transformed into macrochanges, which we could obviously see then. An individual's reaction to the environment. I would say that... it was noticeable in all of us, either hidden or obvious. And home, the people we love. But... at the end of the day, thank god, we were all in it together, so this... this homeliness, because also... to be frank, in Ljubljana, we are more or less together, the five of us, so we... took a part of home with us. But it was for sure difficult. Definitely harder than we wanted to admit back then.

Jure: I know I took like five kilos of coffee with me.

Jan: And... you had powdered beef soup in a bag with you.

Bojan: Jure really came with a Slovenia package. I'll never forget... Can I just say this as well? I'll never forget when we arrived in London... We slept in a really nice hotel, like some proper musicians or something. And Jure and I were in the room together. And we come home... at like one... what do I know, at two in the morning, and Jure looks around the room and like... I say, "What are you looking for, Jure?" "Wait, wait, wait... There it is!" And he brings out the—what?—kettle? And I say, "What now?" "Wait, wait..." He put on the water to boil and pulled out half a kilo of the bags and brings out the soup in a bag. And we ate beef soup in that hotel in London. So, yeah. It was good. That's how we helped ourselves. Thanks!

From your dear ones to beef soup in two sentences. Great job, great job! Were there any more questions? Okay... Who was first?

Bojan: You'll all get your...

Yes, you will... Yes, there, here you go!

Fan: Hi, I was just curious, what is the scariest or most stressful experience you've gone through as a band? In your entire career.

Repeat the part from scariest onwards. What's the scariest...

Fan: The scariest or most stressful experience that you've gone through as a band?

Jure: Ooooh.

Fan: Yes.

Jure: I won't forget when we... That was in Munich. Because we had to get from Munich to...

Jan: To The Hague. The Hague.

Jure: We flew to The Hague. And... I know that in Germany back then, there was ice on the roads, and all the flights were canceled. And we didn't even get the taxi to the airport in the morning when we ordered it. Not to mention the plane...

Bojan: The plane was canceled.

Jure: The plane was canceled. And at the concert the night before, the fans told us that the flight the next day was canceled, so we were stressed already during the concert. And then I think we got, like... the fourth flight, but not from Munich, but...

Jan: From Stuttgart.

Jure: That's it.

Bojan: No, first... Yeah, then we bought Flixbus tickets.

Jure: Of course, being such Gorenjci⁴, right.

⁴Gorenjci, the inhabitants of the Gorenjska region, are stereotyped to be stingy.

Bojan: It was the only option.

Jure: Our tour manager arranged for two taxis for us, but for those two taxis, we'd have to pay, I don't know, a grand and a half.

Bojan: Oooh. [inaudible]

Jure: So at that time we were like: "We'll save money, let's take the Flixbus." Very bad decision, we ended up paying more for two taxis than what our tour manager arranged for at the start.

Bojan: We were lucky to even get them. Because we got to the station in the morning, it was -78 degrees Celsius, and we were waiting for the Flixbus there. And then, we realised that the Flixbus wasn't even coming, because there was, I'm not even exaggerating, there really wasn't more than 25 centimetres of snow in total in Munich, and it last fell three days before. I don't know, did they not plan on clearing the streets at all... We even said, this isn't it, this Germany! Anyway... Because here it'd be cleared immediately. For sure. Anyway, and then we had to hastily get a taxi. We got one taxi, and it luckily arrived with, what was it... A caddy, or something.

Nace: [inaudible]

Bojan: We had a lot of gear, all of the band's gear, and our Kiki, you probably already know Kiki, he's our technician. Kiki, of course, in a T-shirt and shorts.

Nace: The day before, we were in Skopje, where Kiki forgot his winter jacket.

Bojan: Eh, see, a day before, we were in Skopje, where it was 35 degrees. So we experienced a 100-degree difference. Anyway, the caddy arrives, loads of space, we put loads of gear in and we decide: "Ok, so half of it goes with this one, half with another." And we tell this gentleman: We need another taxi, and he goes: "Yes, yes, my friend will come." Okay, and he calls his friend, he'll be here in 15 minutes. Of course, he didn't come in 15 minutes, he got here after 45 minutes, and with the smallest Toyota.

Kris: They waited for him for an hour and a half.

Bojan: Oh, they waited for him for an hour and a half? Okay.

Kris: We were already at the airport...

Bojan: Anyway, there ended up being so little room that our photographer, Vita, had to sit on all of these suitcases in the car, so squeezed in, like a backpack. Well, and for those two taxis we ended up paying two grand or something.

Jure: And just caught the flight...

Bojan: And barely caught the flight from Stuttgart to Amsterdam, and then from Amsterdam we went to The Hague with... something. A van.

Jure: Well, these trips are always the most stressful, and how to get our gear to Finland and oh gosh. It's really difficult.

Fan: Thank you.

Everyone should've played flutes and you wouldn't have this issue. Okay, go ahead.

Fan: After all these serious questions and such, I feel a little bad about this, but I've been wondering for like half a year, so I'll ask you: How do you get your gender?

Bojan: Who?

Fan: Gender. Like yeah, like vibe, gender. Fashion sense. Whatever. I know you won't understand as cis men, but...

(B?): Like genre?

Fan: Gender. Like gender/sex like vibe.

Bojan: Us?

Fan: Yeah. I get gender envy.

Kris: Hey and... Are you wondering how we feel, because you asked about clothes too, how it's reflected in our clothes?

Fan: Vibe in general, how you dress, that you're... to give a vibe like this.

I want to say I like to be comfortable.

Jure: I pick women's clothes, that's the only place I get my size. I'm too thin and tall for the men's section.

Kris: We're entirely too cis and straight to answer that in a complex way.

Bojan: Hey, speak for yourself!

Jan: You've basically replied that we've never really thought about it. But... we dress the way that makes us feel good. In dead martens... and leopards [inaudible].

Bojan: It's plastic.

Jan: Yeah, it was... 15 euros in a thrift shop. Yeah. That.

Kris: Astonished.

Bojan: Well, I can tell you I'm in an everlasting debate between clothes that I've had practically since the start of high school and what I buy now. And I always watch these Instagram videos of people who dress absolutely awesome. Like "Fuck, why am I not dressed like that?" And then I realize I have pants from 2016, from New Yorker, and I'm like, okay. I know, but I'm still unwilling to come to terms with it, so this eternal combining is a disaster.

Next.

Bojan: What about you, Nace?

Nace: I mean, I have a different dilemma than yours. I have half a closet of oversized clothes, that I don't throw away for some weird reason. And they're still, as Andrej said, comfortable.

Let's leave at least gym clothes from primary school. Do you know what gym clothes mean? Go ahead.

Fan: Hi. I'd like to ask, you've said in previous interviews, that co-creating an album in a studio can be a big challenge for a band, and I was wondering how you faced that now, while creating the third album. How you fixed any disagreements, so that you always went to bed, as you like to say, [with] everyone happy and satisfied, or rather, so you didn't go to sleep angry?

Bojan: Is this the impression we're giving? (to Nace) You're the mediator, you tell!

Nace: I mean... I've said in a couple interviews already, that this band's superpower is that we, when we spend so much time together, sort of see from afar if someone isn't in the best mood, in this case, if they weren't the happiest with their day in the studio. And in that moment we know to give that person space, or I'm often the one to go to them like, "Hey, Kris, I saw you were in a bad mood about something, are you okay?" And then Kris says: "What are you nagging me for, everything's fine." And I'm like, "You sure?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." -"Okay, cool, cool, cool." And I ask him the next day and he says, "That was... You know, I wasn't really sure what to do," but we always talk these things out in one way or another. The studio is, of course... If it was a simple matter, to go into a studio and record a song into which you really put a part of yourself, that's... We'd do that every day, and there'd be a lot more albums. But we need some time after each album, to recalibrate ourselves and we'll be able to have this new energy, the experiences, to make the next album even better, and maybe even... go to bed mad, sad, offended... fewer times.

Fan: Thanks.

[ezraholmes]

Maniac

‘You just went too far, wrecked your car, call me crying in the dark. Now your breaking my heart. I show up at your place, right away, wipe the tear drops of your face, while you begged me too stay.’

This with jschlatt

angst to fluff ig

words: 750

warnings: mention of car crash. (I think thats it lmk if I missed anything)

not edited

Nothing. Again I twisted the keys and felt my heart drop when Nothing happened. I sat defeated in the drivers seat, a silent tear snaking its way down my cheek as the reality of the situation set in. 

       Wallowing in self pity I climbed out the car to asses the damage. I rounded the front of the car and once again felt my heart sink as I saw the front bumper hanging off and lights broken. I felt myself sink down on the side of the road, a street light down the road dimly illuminating my shit show of a day.  I sat there numb to the cascades of salty tears streaking my face, I could just sit here and wait for the sun to come up. A rustle in the bushes jolted me harshly back to reality and I clutched my knees to my chest, eyes desperately searching the bushes for the perpetrator. Fear started to set in and I pulled out my phone, calling the only person I knew would be up. 

        It wrung for a few seconds before a gruff voice answered. 

“What do you want, I was filming” Taken aback by the harshness of his tone I let out a short breath, struggling to compose my self.  “What happened?” There was a bit more human to his tone, possibly sensing something was wrong by my inconsistent breathing. I opened my mouth to speak only to let out a scared whimper as tears clouded my vision. “Send me your location, what happened?” fingers shaking I sent him my location and managed to get myself together enough to form a coherent sentence. “Crashed, into a lamppost, car wont start and, and” once again the reality of being stranded at stupid o’clock closed in on me and I started to hyperventilate. 

“Deep breaths, im on my way” 

What felt like hours later a porche 911 turned into the dimly lit road and stopped just behind my wrecked car, I tried to wipe the tears from my cheeks only to realise they where sill flowing. The door of the car opened and he stepped out into the cold night, yankees cap situated on his head as always. He made his way over to my hunched figure and bent down in front of me, when he was at eye hight he reached his hands out, cupping my face. “S’ok, your fine now” his fingers moved, wiping the tears from my face as he looked at me, sadness deep in his eyes. He looked away, sighing slightly and removing his jacket. Standing up and draping it over my shoulders, then offering me a hand up. “We’re near your place, ill drive you, we can sort this in the morning” I nodded taking his hand, he pulled me up to my feet and guided me to his car. I got In and buckled myself in as he made his way round to the drivers side. We sat in a comfortable silence as he drove, I looked out the window, making out familiar landmarks in the dark as we got closer to my house. 

          Eventually he turned into my driveway, cutting of the engine and getting out the car, I did the same, the motion light by my door flickered on and we walked up to my door, I took out my keys and opened the front door, switching on the light in the hall way and holding the door open for schlatt. He shut the door behind himself and we walked through my house into the kitchen, he pointed to one of the stools for me to sit down. I perched on the edge as he turned on the light and made his way over to me. “You get hurt?” He asked gently, obviously referring to me crashing. “No” I half whispered, conscious of the time and knowing what my neighbors where like. Despite my answer he checked me over and grabbed me a glass of water, I drank it while he sent a few messages. I was still shaken, and the idea of being alone in the house troubled me. “Jay?” He hummed in response. “Can you stay?” He let out a small laugh and nodded. After a few more seconds of silence I set down the glass on the side and I hopped of the stall, he put his hand on the small of my back, his large figure following mine to my room. The idea of the warm blankets and his warmer side a welcome thought after the events of the last few hours. 

[umi-adxhira]

ᝰ.ᐟ SERENITY | 025

MANHWA: TWTPTFLOB

WARNINGS: Mentions of chains, kidnapping

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Guess who's BAAAAACKKK 😜. No but seriously yall are cooked with the option you chose for the ending. It's by FAR my least favourite one but I'll go with it becahse you guys chose it.

Once the fanfic is finished I'll do a whole editing process of making chapters longer and inconsistencies. Then you guys can tell me whether you want different routes. If I do that, then none are "canon" to the story except the story ending you want so everyone is happy ig 💔

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The first step outside the bed feels unreal, despite your bare feet touching the cold marble floor of Dion's room many times, a stark contrast to the constant warmth of the thick rugs and soft sheets you'd been confined to for five months. This is the first time you’ve stepped on the floor as a ‘free’ woman.

Five months. The weight of it lingers on your skin, despite the absence of the chain that had once bound your ankle. The chain had been long, allowing you to walk around the room, but never far enough to reach the door.

You barely register Dion's words, something about Cassis, something about Roxana and her butterflies. The moment the shackle falls away, your body moves before your mind can even catch up.

Human interaction LET’S GOOOOO!

You sprint across the room, your laughter echoing against the walls as you whirl and jump like a child finally released into the sun after an eternity of darkness. Dion remains still, his red eyes tracking your every movement, his hands folded behind his back in that maddeningly composed way of his.

"Why are you running?" His voice carries the usual monotone, but there's a lilt of amusement beneath it.

"Because I have all this pent-up energy from being your prisoner!" you shout back, making the experience seem worse than it actually was. You leap onto the bed and bounce on the mattress where you both sleep. "Five months! Do you know how suffocating that is?!"

He doesn't answer. You barely care. The exhilaration of movement is too overwhelming, too intoxicating.

And then you're too close to the edge.

A firm grip on your wrist halts you mid-air, yanking you off balance and into solid warmth. Your breath catches as you're suddenly encased in Dion's arms, your legs dangling helplessly above the floor. His grip is unyielding, his scent - something dark, cold, and unmistakably him - invading your senses.

"That's enough," he murmurs, the faintest smirk playing on his lips.

No. No it’s not buba.

Before you can retort, he sets you down with unsettling gentleness, releasing you as if he hadn't just pressed you against him. You don’t give yourself time to process it. You spin toward the door, your heart pounding as you take in your first opportunity in months to escape this room. You don't hesitate - you run.

"I'M GOING TO SEE ROXANA," you call over your shoulder, half-expecting him to stop you.

But he doesn't.

The hallways feel foreign, the twists and turns disorienting after so long in captivity. This mansion is a labyrinth, and you are woefully unprepared to navigate it. You hesitate at the first corner, biting your lip as memories of half-formed routes resurface. Right? Or left?

You chance a direction and break into a run. The grand corridors stretch endlessly, the dim lighting casting eerie shadows along the walls. Your legs burn from exertion, the months of confinement making you weaker than you want to admit. Behind you, Dion follows at a measured pace, never too far but never too close, like a shadow refusing to detach.

You make a wrong turn. Then another. Panic flickers in your chest as you skid to a halt, the walls seeming to close in. Where was it again? You swallow hard, then force yourself to move. You remember where her room is. You remember, and you don’t stop until you’re there.

It took an embarrassingly long time to get to Roxana’s room. What should have been five minutes stretched out to half an hour.

You don’t knock. You shove the door open, practically collapsing into the room. Roxana's eyes widen at the intrusion, her hand freezing mid-motion over the desk.

"HEY QUEEN," you yell, launching yourself at her.

A small "oof" escapes her as your weight knocks her back, both of you tumbling onto the floor in a heap of limbs and silk. Her sigh is long-suffering, her hand reaching up to pat your head as though dealing with an overzealous pet.

"So, he finally let you off the chain," she mutters, her fingers ghosting over your hair.

You nod furiously, your feet kicking against the floor like an excited teenager. "I KNOW RIGHT. IT’S BEEN SO LONG. HOW ARE YOU? AND JEREMY?" You practically yell in her ear, and she lets out a subtle hiss before tapping your back.

"Let go."

Before you can protest, strong arms encircle your waist, effortlessly lifting you away from Roxana. You don’t need to turn to know who it is. The warmth, the steady heartbeat against your back, the way he holds you like you're something he owns - it’s all unmistakable.

Roxana's expression shifts from surprise to immediate distaste. "Get out of my room."

Dion doesn't respond. He simply turns on his heel and carries you away, slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You glare at the back of his cloak, half-tempted to kick at him, but you know better than to pick a fight you won't win.

As the door shuts behind you both, you grumble under your breath, "She didn’t even answer my question… also, she had a bandage on her wrist. She’s started making the butterflies, hasn’t she?"

Dion keeps walking, unbothered. "I told you already. Father made his plans to kidnap Cassis. Roxana is preparing her butterflies."

Your mouth presses into a thin line. It’s finally about to start. The moment Cassis enters those doors the manhwa will finally start. I’ve been waiting for this for months. Hopefully this will go the way I plan to.

You let the silence stretch between you for a moment before speaking again. "Don't destroy them yet." Dion finally stops, his grip shifting just enough to set you down, though he doesn’t step away. He’s close - too close. His head tilts slightly, waiting for an explanation. "Wait a few days," you say, meeting his gaze. "If you destroy them now, it’ll be suspicious. Let her think she's getting somewhere first."

Something flickers behind his golden eyes. Interest? Approval? He studies you for a moment longer before asking, "Does it matter?"

“Kinda. I don’t know, but it can’t hurt to be cautious,” you reply, charring a hand through your hair, detangling the small knots. “By the way… Lante will send you on a mission around now. Since your introduction is in Chapter 11 of the manhwa, it’s safe to assume that you’re not involved in Cassis’ kidnapping. Maybe you are, and it’s a back-to-back mission which is why you come so late…”

“I see,”

You exhale slowly, realizing for the first time how erratic your heart is beating. It isn't from running. It isn't from fear. This one month is going to be hell for me. I need to stay at the top of my game if I want this to go right. This all comes down to how well I remember what happened. I also need to prepare for moments that don’t appear in the manhwa. As long as Lante and Cassis are alive, I should be fine, right?

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 8

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 7 Index Chapter 9

Author's Note: Yearly update ig @creepysweetie @my2phetaliaheadcanons @smolnuggie911 @spicylove4ever @acaribeau @mel-vaz

Lotan's grip on your arm tightened, pulling you deeper into the endless void of the ocean’s depths. His movements were erratic, driven by some darker emotion you couldn’t quite place. In the oppressive darkness, the silence between you stretched out, thick and suffocating. The sounds of your desperate breathing and the rush of the water around you were all that remained.

When he finally slowed his pace, you barely had the strength to keep your eyes open. The cold water seemed to settle in your bones, dragging you further into the numbness you’d come to rely on. You had been drifting for so long — physically, emotionally, mentally — trying to block out the horror of your situation. But now, it was impossible to ignore.

Lotan turned to face you. His eyes — such dark, fathomless depths — bore into you, and you were paralyzed in place. There was no escape from the tension, no more dissociation, no way to pull away from him in your mind.

“Why don’t you tell me what you did?” His voice was low, angry, but there was something else there — something raw. If you trusted your instincts, then you’d say it felt like the edge of panic.

You swallowed thickly, your tongue feeling heavy in your mouth. You were shaking.

“I-I didn’t mean any harm,” you managed to choke out, hating the lie as it left your mouth. “I just wanted to introduce myself. To- to the colony. I didn’t think—”

“Introduce yourself?” His laugh was sharp, cutting through the water like a blade. It made your stomach churn. “Did you think they’d just let you in like that? You think I’d let you just- swim up to them, all innocent and naïve? Did you really believe they wouldn’t see you for what you are?”

Each of his words felt like a punch to the stomach, with the lingering taste of bloody water in your mouth only amplifying the sensation. You closed your eyes, but there was no escape. Not from him, not from this. You couldn’t go back to the shore, couldn’t go back to Sammy, couldn’t go back to your mother. You couldn’t even close your eyes without seeing his face, his terrifying smile, his grip tightening around you.

He continued, his tone growing darker. “You thought you could just ask for help? That they’d listen to you? You’re not one of them. You never were… and you never will be!”

You flinched as his fingers dug into your skin. You tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. You were stranded out here, out in the wilderness… and Lotan was the only one who would ever give you a second thought. Such a dire realization made you so tired, too numb to fight. All you could do was listen as Lotan’s words began to unravel in a slow, suffocating cadence.

“I watched you for so long,” he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent. “Back when you were… human. You were so different, so… free. So beautiful. I couldn’t stop watching you. I needed to see what it was like. To be close to you. To understand you. I thought that, maybe, if I could just be close enough, you’d finally see me. That you’d finally understand…"

The words hung in the water, swirling around you like a dark cloud.

“It was so awful, so you know… being the weakest one. Out here, they don’t care about how - how kind you are. They don’t… if you’re smaller, or weaker, than the other males… no one will want to mate with you. No matter what I would do, how affable I was, none of the females would have me…! I -”

He stopped for a minute to compose himself before returning his attention to you.

“I thought you were different. I knew you were! Humans are so much more - they’re - you -!”

He needed to catch his breath again. His claws dug into your forearms - even though your skin was much tougher now than it had been as a human, the pain was intense. You meekly uttered his name in an attempt to stop him, which seemed to snap him back to reality.

“You’re so much better than them,” he said, his gaze boring into you, “from the moment I saw you swimming, nearly a decade ago, I knew that you were my chance.”

His eyes softened, but there was a twisted, ill-concealed intensity in them, one that made your stomach churn. “You were the answer to my loneliness. You were the one thing that could save me. I could feel it in my bones. You’d make it all better. I was going to fix you. I thought that, maybe, everything would be okay. Everything would finally make sense.”

You shook your head, trying to grasp onto the fragments of your former self, trying to pull away from the words that were wrapping around you like seaweed, suffocating you. You wanted to run. You wanted to scream. But the fear had already rooted itself so deeply inside of you, it was hard to remember what it was like to feel free. You wanted to remember Sammy, to recall the warmth of the sun on your skin, the air in your lungs, the soft embrace of your mother, but it was slipping away. All of it was slipping away…!

His voice was growing louder, more frantic now. “Do you understand now? I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I saved you. I gave you a chance. Your friend wanted to let you die, to let you fade into nothingness… but I didn’t. I made you perfect. I made you mine.”

The words echoed in your head, rattling like bones in the dark. You had wanted to escape, hadn’t you? To escape from him, to escape from this underwater hell. But now, now there was nothing left. He had made sure of that. You were lost to the depths. How could you ever return to a life that was so foreign to you?

“And you know what?” He leaned in, his voice softer, almost tender, and he spoke as though he were telling you a fun anecdote, “Before I even knew your name, I started calling you Brizo! Do you remember? The goddess of calm seas? The one who watches over sailors and gives them peace? I thought that, maybe, if I could make you Brizo, if I could make you my goddess, and I would be your God... and everything would be perfect…!”

You felt a heaviness settle in your core, one that threatened to drag you into the bottomless pit below. Brizo. A name you hadn’t even known you had, but now it felt like a brand on your soul. He had seen you as an object to possess long before he ever truly knew you. This wasn’t love. It wasn’t even affection. It was something darker. Something so, so twisted.

His eyes searched yours, searching for something. His hand was on your cheek now, the touch almost gentle in its madness. “Can I still call you that, Brizo? …Please? Let me keep calling you that. You… you’re mine. You always have been.”

You wanted to say no. You wanted to scream that you were still human, still [Y/N], still you. But the words felt foreign in your mouth. You had tried to fight for so long, but now, in this cold abyss with only Lotan’s presence to anchor you, you realized that you were nothing. You weren’t Brizo, and you weren’t the girl who had once stood on the beach, so full of life and hope. You were just his.

And the last shred of your humanity, the last flickering light of your former self, slowly, agonizingly, began to fade.

“I—" The words caught in your throat, but when you finally spoke, your voice was hollow, broken. “Yes.”

Lotan smiled, and it was as if the entire ocean exhaled with him. For a brief moment, you almost thought you saw a tear in his eye, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. His smile stretched wider, and the suffocating pressure in your chest grew, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fight it anymore. Not when escape was so futile.

You no longer knew what you were, but it certainly wasn’t human.

[hwablelights]

Plot: Yunho flying home after schedule overseas. Sharing some moments with the woman next to him. 1585 Words

Autors note: i first only wanted to do a steamy one shot but here we are.. When Yuyu posted his Stories on IG, i couldn't resist. 🙃 1 Chapter... I don’t know how many but let's start with the teasing. Minors not allowed!

This story will contain: male x female, smuth, could contain any practice, NSFW

Chapter 1: Desire

Yunho shifted in his seat, stretching his legs out as much as the cramped economy class would allow. It was a long flight, hours until they landed and he already regretted not upgrading to something a little more comfortable. But he didn't like to spend a lot of money. Even though he could afford it. So it is what it is.

The woman beside him caught his attention again, though he tried to ignore her. She'd been quietly reading, her focus on the book in her hands, but the occasional brush of her arm against his had sent a ripple of awareness through him that he couldn't shake. Every time they accidentally touched, it felt deliberate, like the smallest of sparks waiting to catch fire.

It started with a glance. They'd locked eyes for just a moment when she first took her seat, a brief exchange of polite smiles, nothing more. But there was something in the way her gaze lingered, a quiet curiosity that mirrored his own. Since then, every movement, every sound she made seemed to tug at his attention.

Her black hair fell slightly over her face as she read, and Yunho found his fingers twitching, wanting to reach out and tuck it behind her ear. He scolded himself internally, trying to refocus on the in-flight movie, but the pull was magnetic.

He shifted again, his leg brushing against hers. This time, she didn't move away. Instead, she paused, her fingers resting on the page of her book as though she'd lost her place. Slowly, she lifted her head, and their eyes met once more. There was no polite smile this time. Her gaze was searching, a hint of something deeper flickering in the depths of her eyes.

Yunho swallowed, feeling the heat rising in his chest. The silence between them was charged, every breath, every tiny movement filled with a tension that neither of them could seem to break. He could hear  the chatter and laughter of passengers around them but it all faded into the background. It was just the two of them, trapped in a moment that stretched out endlessly.

The soft fabric of her dress brushed against his forearm as she shifted closer, whether intentional or not, he couldn't tell. His heart pounded in his chest, louder than the engines roaring beneath them.

She turned slightly in her seat, facing him more now, her eyes not leaving his. There was a challenge there, a question in the air that neither of them dared to voice. His fingers curled tightly around the armrest, fighting the urge to close the small space between them.

He breathed in deeply, trying to compose himself, but he knew he was losing the battle. Her gaze dropped to his lips for a fraction of a second before meeting his eyes again. It was enough to send a jolt of electricity through him, the desire nearly overwhelming.

But they were on a plane, surrounded by people, locked in a space too public for what simmered just beneath the surface.

Yunho's pulse quickened, every beat echoing in his ears as he tried to maintain composure. The woman beside him was no longer pretending to read. Her book was forgotten, resting in her lap, her fingers tracing absent patterns over its cover. His breath caught in his throat as he felt her leg press more firmly against his, not pulling away this time, as though testing his reaction.

His grip on the armrest tightened, knuckles white, the small space between their bodies seeming impossibly charged. He wasn't sure if it was the confined cabin air or the way her scent, subtle and warm, seemed to wrap around him, making it harder to think straight. Every inhale pulled him deeper under, and he realized he didn't want to fight it.

Her eyes flickered up to meet his again, and the look she gave him was impossible to misinterpret this time. There was no shyness, no hesitation, just a quiet understanding of what had been simmering between them since she sat down.

Yunho swallowed hard, he leaned back in his seat, trying to create some distance, but the small movement only made things worse. The edge of his hand brushed against hers, barely more than a whisper of contact, but the heat that rushed through him was undeniable.

For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of the touch lingering between them. Then, slowly, almost hesitantly, she tilted her hand, letting her fingers graze against his. The gesture was so simple, yet it felt impossibly intimate, a wordless acknowledgment of the tension that had been building between them.

Yunho's breath hitched as he felt her fingertips brush the inside of his palm, featherlight but deliberate. It was maddening, this slow, teasing exchange. His thoughts spun, a jumble of conflicting desires. He knew this was dangerous territory, but the pull was irresistible, like standing at the edge of a cliff, the urge to leap taking hold.

She shifted again, leaning in slightly as if she was going to say something, her breath grazing the side of his neck. He froze, heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. But she didn't speak. Instead, her lips lingered just inches from his ear, the tension between them thick enough to drown in. Then she said:

"We should stop. I don't even know you," she said, her voice gentle yet charming.

Yunho cleared his throath: "I know but couldn't help but notice your beauty. What's your name?"

The woman smiled back, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "I'm Hyunah," she replied, her voice melodic and alluring. "And who might you be, handsome?"

Yunho chuckled, his heart racing at her flirtatious tone. "Yunho," he introduced himself, extending his hand towards hers. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Hyunah."

As their fingers touched, Yunho felt a jolt of electricity course through his body. He knew he was being bold, but he couldn't seem to help himself around this enchanting woman. Her presence was intoxicating, and he found himself wanting to know everything about her.

Hyunah leaned in closer, her perfume enveloping him like a warm embrace. "So, Yunho," she purred, her lips curving into a seductive smile. "What brings a handsome man like you onto this plane?"

Yunho's breath hitched as she invaded his personal space, her proximity making his heart pound in his chest. "I'm just flying back home." he managed to say, his voice strained with barely contained desire.

Yunho felt a surge of excitement as Hyunah leaned in closer, her intoxicating perfume surrounding him.

"So, do you always flirt with the girl next to you?" Hyunah purred, her voice dripping with sensual undertones. Yunho swallowed hard, his heart racing at her daring advance.

"No but i couldn't help. I really want to know you," he replied, his voice low and husky. "And I must admit, I can't take my eyes off you."

Hyunah giggled, trailing a finger along his forearm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"Is that so?" She murmured, her warm breath tickling his ear. "Well then, let's see just how long we can keep our hands off each other on this flight."

With those words, Hyunah shifted slightly, her  thigh pressing against his. The contact sent a jolt of desire straight to his core, and Yunho found himself fighting the urge to pull her close.

They continued their flirtatious banter, whispering and laughing together amidst the hum of the aircraft. The sexual tension was palpable, and both could feel the heat radiating between them. Each passing moment brought them closer to a shared destiny of carnal delights.

He turned his head, drawn to her as if by some invisible force, their faces now so close he could see the faint glint of mischief in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips. His chest tightened, a low heat pooling in his stomach as he realized how much he wanted to close the distance between them, to let go of the restraint he'd been clinging to.

But just as she was about to lean in, the sound of the flight attendant's voice over the intercom broke the moment, cutting through the thick silence between them. He pulled back slightly, the spell broken, and he took a deep breath, knowing all to well, that it wouldn't be a good place for kissing someone. Not for him. He was so close to broke one of the most important rules as an Idol. Not get caught kissing someone. Not here, not in the plane.

She exhaled softly, her eyes flicking up to meet his once more, this time with a knowing smile playing on her lips. It was a silent invitation, a subtle challenge. She didn't need to say anything, her gaze did all the talking, telling him that this wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

She settled back into her seat, her body still angled slightly toward him, her arm resting casually on the armrest, just close enough that the warmth of her skin seeped into his. Neither of them spoke. There was no need. The air between them buzzed with a quiet promise, something hanging just out of reach, waiting for the right moment to be grasped.

And Yunho knew, without a doubt, that the moment they landed, they wouldn't be able to keep walking away from this. The tension between them was bound to snap eventually, and when it did, it would be impossible to stop.

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I'll promise next chapter will be even more 🔞👌