#london by mokita

[carangel]

G-Give me an antiharem fic:

Where the reader was friends with the skelebro’s until the antagonist girl changed their perception of you.

But instead of lamenting over it you cut your losses and go off on your own, only asking that they call you when they want to talk again.

3 years pass.

The guys are still with that girl, toxic af but love makes you wear rose glasses, even if they’re cracking right about now.

And the rest of the aus are pulled there- I don’t care who’s the line up.

But one of them is really into this one singer.

Who is that singer??

Mother fukkin you

Most of your songs are based on your experiences. The places you’ve been, the people you met, heck- maybe even the food you’ve eaten.

You’ve made a name for yourself and I can’t say that I’m not jealous.

And lookit that you’re having a concert back in your hometown! So ofc that skele really wants to go and see it.

I imagine he either doesn’t say your name or you have a stage name but either way he dragged the rest of the graveyard + toxic antag with him.

Go all out, get good seats, vip tickets, meet and greet passes.

This skele really likes your music-

Insert shock for og Sans and Pap and ig the toxic antag when you walk out stage after the opening song- maybe from mettaton.

Cause you’re just that fukkin big.

And then, at the end of the concert you announce that you’re staying at hometown for some pet/orphan fundraiser that’s for 5 months.

Cause you’re just that good of a person.

BOOM

Stage set up- dooble shock for when they show up for the meet and greet and while you’re weary around toxic antag you are so SWEET with the rest of them.

One of them- maybe toxic antag offers for you to stay in their house “just like old times”

But you shut her down fast and polite-

MY BRAIN IN RUNNING I-

[rcarx]

Tagged by @gleerant to spell my acc name with songs:

runaway by sasha sloan

christmas morning by luz

another love by tom odell (or affection by fiji blue i couldn't decide)

rainbow by dodie

x's and oh's by elle king yes i cheated

Tagging:

@offthebandwagon @myhumbleme @ahappilyexhaustedperson @wearysighs @orphanblaque @princington @julianavalds

if you want! or anyone who wants to do it!

[lovewithoutresin]

Thank you for tagging me @isitcasualnow sorry this took me SO fucking long to do

Shuffle your on repeat playlist and list the first 10 songs

girl i've always been - Olivia Rodrigo

obsessed - Olivia Rodrigo

High Infidelity - Taylor Swift

Pass The Nirvana - Pierce The Veil

Better Than This - Lizzy McAlpine

Mastermind - Taylor Swift

Living Dead - MARINA

Pacific Coast Highway In The Movies - AWOLNATION, Weezer

Stadium Love - Carly Rae Jepsen

London - Mokita

no pressure tagging! @cruel-style @cardiganofbetty @spacewillowz @gloomknot @doctorbeverlycrusher @thetorturedchairman @lonelydncers @comehomet0myheart @midnightgoldstone @isitovernow-ootw @hope-ur-ok @liesyousoldme @darkchocolateyoghurt @riversrunningfree

[updownlately]

wips: check marks mean in progress these are in no particular order btw

requests: - leah -> she needs to slow down in life - it's you by ali gatie song req - team fic (awfc) - lucy bronze fic (no idea what i'm writing for this one tbh) - singer!r x leah - bday celebrations x leah - ona x reader (based on a doublecamp song) ✅ - alexia x reader fluff ✅ - r in a poor relationship x alessia - alexia x reader angst song req ✅

other things im writing: - best part of me blurb series (12 of those) ✅ - alessia x reader sick fic ✅ - alessia x reader fic based off the song 'hey stupid ily' ✅ - alessia x reader christmas blurb ✅ - leah x reader fic based off a fletcher song ✅ - steph catley x reader angst blurb ✅

unfinished ideas i could continue if there's interest: - alessia x reader (5 times and 1 about falling asleep) - moth to a flame ideas - 3 fics for the black and white universe - alessia x r fic based off the songs lonely city (mokita), london (mokita), and this town (niall) - alexia x r fic based off the song catalonia

overall a shit ton of ideas and at the same time not enough. lmk if y'all would like anything expedited and i can try and do that! in the meantime, prolly gonna focus on the best part of me series, and knocking off reqs :)

[cottoncandywhispers]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌

HELLO!!! yes of course, (i'm using the on loop playlist) let's see:

1. dear reader by taylor

2. delicate by tay (again)

3. amelie by gracie

4. london by mokita

5. riptide by vax

thank you for the ask ��🩷

[divkazkdovikde]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 🎶🎧💜💙🤗

oh, hello, thank you for the ask! <3

this was hard, because i have like, over 100 playlists in my spotify library, but i decided to choose the one i listen to the most lately.

so, the songs:

the adults are talking by the strokes

you don't go to parties by 5sos

gold rush by taylor swift

holding on to heartache by louis tomlinson

london by mokita

it's a wolfstar playlist, here's the link, if y'all want (fanart on the playlist cover is by the best: @popcornhee)

[runwiththerain]

🎵 tell me five songs you're in love with right now and put this ask in 5 blogs.

i'm sorry for the late reply but here are the songs! xx

body better by maisie peters

remember that night? by sara kays

you'd be paranoid too (if everyone was out to get you) by waterparks

london by mokita

dancing with our hands tired by taylor swift

[dingyuxi]

7, 19 for the spotify wrapped ask game! 💙

7: London - mokita

19: Colorblind - mokita

send me a number 1-100 and I’ll tell you the song it corresponds with on my spotify wrapped top 100 playlist!

[beanwood]

HOW IS THIS NOT AN ED SHERRAN SONG. IT SOUNDS EXACTLY LIKE ONE

[reivrze]

london ⏤ mokita !

i've never listened to this song but i will rn !!

what song fits my blog ?

[planetkiimchi]

london

no 2. of my song collection

summary — felicks always wanted to visit london. so he promised his precious sister, aurelia, that he would take her there one day. unfortunately, felicks passed away before he could take relie to london, so she went there herself to fulfill his wish.

warnings — getting drunk, cancer, death, a lot of cursing.

“Licks?” The question was soft-spoken and hung in the clean, sterile air. It was tentative, almost like no answer was expected, and accompanied by a girl with straight black hair pulled back into a high ponytail.

She looked perfectly healthy, and was dressed like she was going somewhere important. She held herself proudly, body upright and sharp features giving the impression of someone who was not to be interrupted.

However, her voice was gentle and soothing, and would have caused heads to turn if she were in a different setting. Perhaps in an office, it would have raised eyebrows.

In the hospital unit, it was a different story. Everyone had their own worries and business to mind, and a well-dressed woman with a kind voice was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, to those who were unable to get up from their beds to see her, she may have simply sounded like one of the nurses they were used to.

The man named Felicks sat up in his bed and smiled weakly. “Relie?”

Aurelia’s face lit up and she hugged her brother tightly while he looked down at her and laughed. She was still childlike whenever she saw him, and no matter how professional she was at work, whenever Felicks was around, Relie was her brother’s younger sister, first and foremost.

“Licks! You can’t fall ill, okay? You’ve got to hang on for me.”

“I don’t think that’s how cancer works, Rel,” Felicks said wryly, gazing wistfully at her as she walked over to the chair and wheeled it to Felicks’ bedside.

“Yes, it is.” Relie’s stubbornness made Felicks chuckle. Her emphasis on her words showed exactly how she felt about her brother being sick—she might have been scared for him, but she didn’t want to let it show.

“Look, just to prove you wrong, we should make a list of places you want to go, and then we’ll visit them when you’re better. And then you’ll remember, ‘Oh, Relie was right all along!’” Relie pulled out her phone and opened up the ‘Notes’ app so Felicks could see it.

“Places to visit in London,” she said aloud for his benefit as she typed in the title.

Felicks cocked his head in confusion. “Why London, specifically?”

Relie gave him an odd look. “Are you seriously asking me that question? You’ve always wanted to go to London. It’s been our dream city for years!”

She looked as if she were seeing someone else, as if Felicks had been replaced with an imposter, some stranger who didn’t know anything about their childhoods.

“Kidding, kidding. ‘Course I know why you picked London.”

Leaning over to see, Felicks jabbed at the screen and narrated, “Tourist shops around Camden town, taking a trip on the Tube, see the royal gardens, and get hella drunk. That’s my bucket list for London. I also plan to bring back flowers that we stole from a royal garden and give it to you. Y’know, as a gift.”

This was all said in one breath, and Felicks was breathing hard afterwards from the exertion. Relie was furiously typing in order to catch up to Felicks’ extensive list, and kept judging Felicks’ specific requests.

“It’s probably, like, a crime or something to steal from the royal gardens. We might get arrested,” Relie said matter-of-factly.

“Well, add that to the list then! Get arrested—or run away from the cops. Your choice.”

Relie shook her head and sighed. Usually, this was the point that she would look at her parents and shrug, as if to say, “You see the bullshit I have to put up with?” But neither of her parents had been free that afternoon, so they had visited Felicks in the morning while Relie was at work.

Nevertheless, she put it down on the list, and read out the five items for Felicks to hear. He nodded in satisfaction and laid back on the bed, settling in and shutting his eyes.

“I’ve got to sleep now, so…”

“Are you kicking me out?” Relie sounded both offended and defensive at the same time, which was, strangely enough, a combination of tones Felicks was used to hearing from his younger sister.

“Yup. See you tomorrow.” With a harrumph and a dramatic turn of her head that involved hitting her own face with her ponytail, Relie left the hospital ward in a huff, and Felicks watched her back as she walked out.

She did not, in fact, see Felicks the next day. Felicks Carter passed away that night at 1.27am on September the 3rd, from succumbing to stage four cancer. At least that was what Relie was told.

She knew deep in her heart that the truth was, Felicks was happy that day. He’d said his goodbyes. Even if he was strong enough physically to pull through, mentally he was too tired and too satisfied to want to continue fighting.

So on the fifth of September, Relie and her parents found themselves burying Felicks Carter, beloved son and older brother, as written on his headstone.

That early morning, the sky burned bright like ochre, burnt umber streaks like autumn. It was in stark contrast to the dull grey of the still-smooth headstone which bore the tragic date of Felicks’ death. His life looked so short compared to Relie’s grandparents, who had all lived to eighty or more. Felicks had died when he was only twenty three, a mere third of the life he might have lived.

Relie’s heart broke at the colour of the sky, for she did not deserve the beauty that brightened her day. She deserved to mourn and not to be merry, to cry and to weep, to let her tears streak her face as she bows her head, haunted by memories.

The cloth on her back was soft, like cotton, and she hated it. It should be stiff, like a suit that has had too much starch added to it, or scratchy, like a cheap shirt bought at a dollar sale. Yet it gives her comfort she is not worthy of. She was at a funeral where all happiness was drained; she should not be comfortable at all.

The word "wake" was such an unsuitable name for it. Felicks fell asleep, not awake, lost in a land where all ideals of paradise come true. He did not wake, he passed, spirits lifted to the heavens as his sins were hopefully forgiven.

How dare the world mock her while she mourned, silent tears slipping down her face despite how hard she tried to keep it in. The entire funeral was a blur to her, and she moved through the motions mindlessly like a robot. The wake became something she only held on to in documents and morbid thoughts.

Immediately after the Felicks’ death, Relie began preparing for a trip to London. Relie’s parents played it off as an impulse she felt the need to act on out of grief, and assisted in her planning. Her father offered to pay for it, and her mother asked if she wanted them to come.

Relie was torn between the need for space and the need for comfort, but eventually she decided that she wanted to be alone, and thanked both her parents.

The planning took several weeks, and by the time the flight and the hotel had been booked, it was three months past the date since Relie last saw Felicks alive.

The morning before her flight, she visited the graveyard and laid her head on the headstone, closing her eyes.

Smiling softly, she spoke. “Licks? It’s Relie. I hope you're happy up there, you traitor. Left us just cause you didn’t want to be bored on the hospital bed, I bet.”

Relie shook her head in exasperation. “Anyhow, because you couldn’t hold on long enough to visit London, I, your favourite sister, am going on behalf of you, to get hella drunk and hopefully not arrested.”

With that, she nodded her head to assure herself that Felicks was happy, and pressed a kiss to the headstone. She set the flower bouquet down and stood up.

“Sorry I couldn’t give you flowers from the royal gardens. If I succeed, I'll bring them back for you.”

Relie had to keep reminding herself not too look back as she left, tears already flowing down again.

The flight was quiet, lacking the familiar banter with Felicks, who always felt the need to disagree with Relie’s movie choices on the plane. For old times’ sake, Relie put on the movie “Little Women”, which Felicks had grown tired of from watching it too often.

She reclined the seat and shut her eyes, imagining Felicks’ voice complaining about the droning monotony of rewatching movies, especially how Jo shouldn’t have wanted to go back to Laurie and how that was bad character writing, since Jo March was an independent woman who a. needed no man and b. would never dare to outwardly admit that she made a rash decision.

He was right, of course, but Relie felt an instinctive pull to defend the movie, which was one of her favourites, and she always felt like an old philosopher explaining her thoughts to Felicks. (Not that it changed any of their opinions, but it just became a habit.)

She fell asleep after the movie ended, which would never have happened if Felicks was there to be a constant nuisance for her to tease, and keep them both awake from the adrenaline rush.

It felt like a fever dream when she stepped off the plane and walked through the airport in a daze, unable to believe that she was really, truly in London, England. It was a city she’d always longed to go to, heavily influenced by Felicks’ outspoken love for England.

Even the rain couldn’t dampen her spirits as Relie courageously chose to take the Underground to get to her hotel. It was late evening and it was pouring outside, but she was eager to tick at least one item off of Felicks’ list.

Everyone on the train was wearing long coats that reached to their ankles, and Relie was suddenly glad she had decided to wear a trench coat, because it was pretty cold, and she wasn’t in the mood to get splashed by water drops.

The black umbrella she had chosen gave her little problems, but it did set a somber mood for Relie’s arrival in London. She supposed it was apt, but all the same, she should have probably chosen something more colourful, so she didn’t look so drab and unhappy.

She slept fitfully, eagerly waiting for the morning to come.

Those tourists shops around Camden town. The first thing on Relie’s bucket list, excluding the late night ride she had taken on the underground, was to visit a tourist shop around Camden town.

This proved to be quite a feat, for she had to first locate Camden town and then find a way to get there from her hotel. Luckily for her, Camden was nearby, and it wasn’t difficult to flag a cab and take a ride to Camden.

Tourist shops lined the streets, many visitors to London walking along as they chatted happily with their companions. Not for the first time, Relie felt a twang in her heart at how lonely it was to be going on a vacation all on her own.

Speeding up, she strode towards one specific shop that caught her eye and browsed the various trinkets hung up along the hooks in the store. There was quite a vast collection, but Relie had one thing in mind.

“Aha!” With a satisfied flourish, Relie picked the London eye keychain off of the hook and glanced at the price. It was outrageously expensive for a simple keychain, but Relie had been expecting that. She headed to the counter to pay for it, immediately attaching it to her keyring, which already had two other keychains on it; one with a dog, for Fe‘licks’, and one with the letter ‘R’ for ‘Relie’.

She brought the keychains to her eye, noting how the silver on the ‘R’ was tarnished, and how the dog seemed slightly rusty. That was probably due to the tradition she and Felicks had, of rubbing their keychains for good luck before any major life event.

Pocketing her keyring again, Relie moved on to her second item, checking off the first.

See the royal gardens (and steal some flowers). Relie shook her head exasperatedly. It was so in-character of Felicks to come up with some daring idea, then pass away before he could accompany Relie to get it done.

Relie had one hell of a time trying to get to the royal gardens, navigating the Tube with a load of difficulty. After she finally managed to arrive, she began plotting ways to obtain flowers without being arrested. (Hopefully.)

She decided to casually stroll around the royal garden, “inspecting” the flowers. When she found some very pretty ones that she liked, she knelt on the floor and pretended to tie her shoelaces, stealthily plucking a few and placing them in her purse.

“Sorry for killing you guys, please don't wither,” she whispered guiltily to her purse before looking back up, hoping that no one had seen her.

Relie exited the gardens, and she could feel her heart pounding as she walked past the guards, knowing damn well that it was not a crime, but she definitely should not have done what she just did.

As soon as she was past the gates, she glanced down at her phone to check off the item, and smiled to herself. You are on a roll, Aurelia Carter.

Before the next item, she had to go get lunch. It was already way past midday, and would have been sweltering hot if it were not for the dense cloud cover looming ominously over the sky. 

It was most definitely going to rain soon, and Relie began making mental preparations for how she was going to get home if it was raining.

Relie opted to get a sandwich for lunch, munching on it (not very noisily, she hoped) as she looked about near the place she had gotten lunch, looking for a place she could buy some champagne.

The last item on the list was relatively easy. Get hella drunk. Relie loved this one most of all, and she knew that if Felicks were there, the two of them would definitely have caused quite a ruckus, feeding on the chaos like they absorbed explosive energy.

Dropping by a store to get a bottle of champagne, Relie saw a police car parked outside. Curious, she loitered about the store until she saw a police officer going into the car and starting the engine.

Cursing herself for not renting a car, Relie chased after the police car as it took off, earning some weird looks from passers-by. by this time, it had started drizzling, which may have been a reason that people were looking at her oddly.

She ran until she was out of breath, afraid that she might drop the glass bottle. She gathered her composure and caught her breath, sending apologetic grins to people looking at her judgmentally, before making her way back to the subway station in order to go back to the hotel.

By the time Relie had gotten dinner (a very, very filling burrito) and headed back to the hotel to retire, it was already late evening. 

She treated herself to a long, relaxing bubble bath, reclining in the bathtub as she propped her feet up. Afterwards, she brushed her teeth and went onto the bed, leaning back as she inspected the bottle of champagne.

“Huh. Fancy.” She turned it this way and that, nodding approvingly before popping the cork and pouring herself a glass. Or rather, a mug, since the hotel only provided mugs (presumably meant for hot coffee).

“Hey Felicks! Here’s to your bitch-ass and my long life. I’m so delusional,” she muttered to herself. “Talking to my dead brother. I sound like an idiot, I bet.”

She fell into silence for a short period, swirling the glass and watching the red liquid swish and slosh around.

“Well, I hope you’re happy. And here’s to me finally moving the fuck on and getting on with my life. Hope I won’t be consumed by grief and shit like that.”

With that monologue, she proceeded to down the glass, wincing at the sting before she poured herself another glass, until she had finished the entire bottle.

Mission: get hella drunk, achieved.

[bravery-s]

﹟5 london

london - mokita

เพลงแรก ๆ ที่ชอบของ mokita เลย เจอเพลงนี้ครั้งแรกในยูทูป ปี 2018 แล้วถูกใจทั้งเสียง ดนตรี แล้วก็เนื้อเพลงมาก story ในเพลงนี้น่าสนใจ ฟังแล้วทำให้อยากไปลอนดอนซักครั้ง ดื่มเบียร์อุ่น ๆ แบบที่ไทยไม่มีอะ 

⁺ ‧ ꈍ .

i saw london without you คือมู้ดของการยืนมองลอนดอนอายตอนสองทุ่ม ยืนเกาะราวข้างแม่น้ำเทมส์ เดินผ่านหอนาฬิกาบิ๊กเบน ทอดมองสายตาไปยังตึกรามบ้านช่องของคนที่นั่น แล้วก็นึกถึงใครบางคนขึ้นมา คนที่เคยบอกเอาไว้ว่าอยากจะมาลอนดอนสักครั้ง  ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

♡𝆬·  ᣞ

เพลงมันคือการมายังสถานที่ที่คนเก่าเขาอยากจะมา แล้วเราดันมีโอกาสได้มา มันคงไม่ได้ที่จะคิดถึงเขาจริง ๆ นั่นแหละ ถ้าเป็นเราก็คงคิดถึงแบบนั้นเหมือนกัน   (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

ไม่ได้เลือกมาเพื่อคู่ฮาร์ปเฟอร์ ชอบเป็นการส่��นตัว เพลงมันดีมาก ทว่าก็เต็มไปด้วยอารมณ์เศร้า ๆ โหยหา เสียดาย คิดว่าอยากจะหาซักคู่มารับเพลงนี้ไปเป็น theme song นะ  ♡︎ ❤︎

[rcarx]

"I found that list on my phone, of places in London you wanted to go" "If you knew where I was I wonder what you’d say? I feel guilty and I don’t know how to tell you - I saw London without you" "there’s a part of me that still believes I'll bring you back to these" "I would give the world, God I wish you were here"

giving myself feelings imagining beatrice visiting london without ava post s2

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

Thank you for the tag! @alypink @revnah1406 @kaitaiga

Here's mine 👁️👄👁️

1. internet crush - Jeremy Zucker

2. Magnets - Disclosure ft. Lorde

3. London - Mokita

4. Mirage (Assassin's Creed Mirage OST) - One Republic ft. Mishaal Tamer

5. Bustle in The Crowd - Sleepaway Camp

6. Couldn't Believe - BROODS

7. the way i love you - yaeow

8. Learning How To Love - Colony House

9. Electric Love - BØRNS

10. Said It All - Take That

Tagging @welldonekhushi @shadeops21 @pingurusama and anyone who'd like to join!

Spotify on repeat tag game!

@efingart thank you so much for tagging me!!

Rules: shuffle your "on repeat" playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag people.

1. Far from home - Sam Tinnesz

2. Major Crimes - HEALTH

3. Paranoia - Neoni

4. IDK you yet - Bertie Newman

5. Flesh and Bone - Black Math

6. The curse of the fold - Shawn James

7. Run for your life - The Seige

8. If I was the Devil - Justin Townes Earle

9. Fuel to Fire - Agnes Obel

10. Phantom Liberty - Dawid Podsiadło

Let's tag!

@welldonekhushi @mctvsh @pricescigar @adlerboi @sleepyconfusedpotato @kaitaiga @applbottmjeens @spearcast @dreamcast641

[lyriceditsdaily]

ɪ ғᴇᴇʟ ɢᴜɪʟᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ sᴀᴡ ʟᴏɴᴅᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ

[sinmusica]

"London" by Mokita https://open.spotify.com/track/38o5lj4mbLK34vQkJUlMrg