#music industry au

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - one hundred and six | confessions

You and Yunho made your way to the new room your dad was in, not seeing Intak or your mom anywhere. You weren’t sure if he was going to run interference at the hospital or stall her from being there when you were, but you were glad to not see her there, if only because you couldn’t live with another nurse asking the two of you to ‘take it outside’ as if you were a person who routinely made a scene in public places.

“I’ll stay out here.” Yunho said as he stood next to the door.

“You don’t have to.”

He smiled at you. “I’ll keep an eye out.”

So he was as nervous at your mom showing up as you were.

“Okay.” 

With him standing sentinel outside, you went in.

“Dad?” 

Hearing you, he opened his eyes and turned towards you. “Hey, kiddo.”

Intak kept calling you that too. You wondered when they decided it was your new moniker. Neither of them ever called you that when you were a kid, and you knew that any terms of endearment your mom used - like “honey” or “sweetie” - were empty. Things she said because she should say them, not because she actually felt them. 

You wondered if they meant it.

You pulled the chair from the wall over and sat next to the bed. “I’m glad you pulled through dad.”

“Me too.” He chuckled lightly.

He opened his hand for you to place yours in it, and you did. He squeezed it, maybe to show you that he was still strong. 

“I’m guessing you have to leave right away?”

You nodded. “I have to go back to Seoul, dad.” 

He sighed. “I understand, I wouldn’t want to be here either.” 

“I--” 

“Don’t try to argue with me. Intak told me you and mom fought in the waiting room yesterday.”

You nodded tentatively. “You’re… not going to tell me that I should listen to her?”

He shook his head and sighed. “As I get older I realize that your mom has been wrong about a lot of things… I should have… I should have stopped her from treating you the way that she did.”

“But… you agreed with her, dad.”

“I know.” His eyes watered. “You and Intak are both my babies and I should have realized that. I should have stopped your mom from being so hard on the both of you, but…” He shook his head.

You nodded slowly. “Yeah… you should have.”

He nodded, eyes pressed together in a vain attempt to try and not cry.

“What made you realize that now?”

He looked at you. “Almost dying.”

You laughed - surprised by the bluntness of his response - and covered your mouth and stifled it quickly.

“Almost dying has a way of putting things into perspective.”

You nodded.

“As I was blacking out, I thought, ‘God, I’m never going to see my baby girl again and it’s all my fault… I can’t believe I raised her the way I did.’” 

“You were thinking about me?”

“Of course. I think about you all the time. Ever since you left I always wondered if you were okay. If you were struggling. If you needed anything.”

You watched him carefully. This was more feeling than you’d seen in your whole time knowing him - living in the same house as him, having him help you put your coat and shoes on to go outside as a child, begrudgingly being driven to violin practice by him - you didn’t know he could be like this. He seemed sincere.

“I vowed… that if I made it through, I’d apologize to you.”

You nodded again. He put his other hand, hospital wristband and IV and everything, on yours and gripped it tight. The bruising around the spot where his IV was inserted - dark purple splotches of color - made him seem so much older than you remembered him. He always seemed steadfast, the strong silent type when you were younger, and yet he seemed so much more frail now. Maybe it was seeing him in a hospital, a place you’d never thought you’d see him, that made you feel that way. But then again, you hadn’t seen your family in more than half a decade.

“You didn’t deserve to be treated the way we treated you, kiddo. I’m so sorry.”

Tears breaches the edges of your lower lids and you wiped them away.

“And I’m sorry it took me almost dying to know that.”

You nodded. “So what, are you going to change mom’s mind now, too?”

He was quiet for a few moments as he seemed to genuinely consider the question; he had almost gone into the light, but she had never left terra firma.

“...I don’t know if I can.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to try. She treated me how she treated me. She made her choice. If I never speak to her again, it’s on her.”

He nodded. “It is.”

“I stopped thinking I could ever make her happy a long time ago.”

He nodded. 

You sat in silence for a few minutes as you held hands.

“Are you talking to Intak? He told me he apologized to you as well.”

“I think I might keep talking to him, yeah.”

He nodded. “Then is it okay if I ask him to update me on how you’re doing? I know your mom would hate it if I called you. I don’t know if I’d be able to hide it from her.”

You thought for a second and nodded. “He can update you, yeah.”

“He told me you’re working for a big entertainment company. Wonderland?”

“Yeah. I started working there a few months ago.”

“They treat you well there?”

“Yeah, everyone’s really nice. I auditioned as a studio bassist but they’re teaching me music production and I’m going to be a producer soon.”

“What? Kiddo, that’s amazing.”

You nodded. “And… they take me seriously.”

He nodded. “Only you know what’s best for you, not your mom, not me, not your brother. Just you.”

“Yeah…” You laughed softly. “I already know that, dad.”

He smiled.  “You go live a life that you enjoy, kiddo.”

You nodded. “I intend to, dad.”

You wanted to say goodbye to your brother before you left for Seoul, and you and Yunho sat in his car, parked up the street, watching Intak’s house, waiting for your mom to leave so you could say goodbye to him.

“Take forever.” You chided her from your spot, crouched down in case she looked in your direction.

Yunho was in a similar position, though using the steering wheel to obscure his body. “Seriously.”

Your mom came out of Intak’s house - appearing to be yelling at him (or at least talking very forcefully, it was hard to tell sometimes with her) - and got into her car, slammed the car door, and drove down the street. Even though she drove in the opposite direction from where you were parked, that didn’t stop the two of you - grown adults - from sinking into your seats a little bit more, as if she might sense you with the preternatural skills of a predator and attack.

You waited a few minutes before exiting the car and going to Intak’s door and ringing the bell.

“Hey!” He said happily when he opened the door. “Come in.”

“We can’t, we have to head back.” You said.

“Aww. I was hoping we could catch up more.”

“You have my number, you can always text me.”

“And how do I know you won’t blow me off again?”

You laughed.

He looked to Yunho. “Make sure she actually answers my messages once in a while, huh?”

Yunho chuckled awkwardly. “She’s her own woman, I can’t make any promises.”

Intak rolled his eyes.

“What just happened with mom?”  You asked.

“You saw that? Where were you?”

“Parked up the street. I wasn’t going to fucking run into her.”

He nodded wearily. “I won’t go into the whole thing, but… it was about you.”

You rolled your eyes. “Of course it was.”

He nodded.

The two of you stood silent for a few moments.

“Next time she decides to get on your case about me,” you said. “Just tell her that one of us is spending a lot of time thinking about the other, and that person isn’t me.”

He whistled. “I would, just to see the look on her face but she might hit me after she realizes what I said.”

Your eyes widened. “Don’t tell her then. I don’t want to be the reason she hits you.”

“I mean… it could be worth it.” He laughed.

You laughed awkwardly. “Okay, we have to go.”

He nodded.

“I’ll try to answer your messages. If I’m not busy at work.”

He nodded again. “See you ‘round.”

You thought for a moment; unless there was another medical emergency in the family you weren’t coming back. 

“More like ‘talk to you later.’”

Yunho drove the two of you back to Seoul. You had turned off the radio, wanting to enjoy some silence after the past couple days.

Exhausted from dealing with the shock of a parent almost dying, the shock of having that parent tell you he regretted how he treated you, and having to deal with the other one’s unavoidable outburst upon seeing or even thinking about you, you sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window. You had heard of a Japanese style of recuperation in which the affected person was prescribed walks in nature, and you thought of it now as the vegetation zoomed past, wondering if the frequency of plants going by equaled a greater level of rest. 

Probably not.

The welcomed sound of the tires against the road and the wind moving over the car was broken when Yunho spoke.

“There’s something I wanted to say to you.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah… I’m sorry I mentioned your bass in front of your mom.”

“It’s okay, it was an accident.”

“Um…”

You turned and looked at him.

Quietly, he said: “It wasn’t.”

“I’m-- excuse me?”

“It wasn’t an accident.”

Yunho sat at the kitchen table in his best friend’s house, confused and more than a little scared. Her mom was going into minute twenty of weird, abrasive questions about his future: where he saw himself in five years or ten years, how he was going to provide for himself, what he was going to do with his life, what was his plan, where was he going to live, etc. He had the sudden, sinking feeling of being stuck in tar and unable to free himself from it; blackened sludge warmed by the sun, grasping at his legs like a million hands trying to pull him down, any effort to pull his feet out only creating a vacuum that pulled him in deeper. 

Where was he going to be in ten years? He hadn’t even thought about five-- he hadn’t even thought about one. How was he going to provide for himself? He had no idea since he hadn’t gotten any callbacks yet. What was he going to do if he couldn’t? How was he going to pay rent? T/n had a plan, she always had a plan, but he didn’t really have one; was he relying too much on hope and not enough on reality? 

He was scared. So very scared.

He couldn’t understand how she could deal with her mom on a daily basis. Sure, he had some idea, because he was the one who held her while she cried on days her mom had been particularly mean, or where everything had built up so much that she had reached a breaking point among so many other breaking points. And when the tears were over and she had finally purged the anguish from her mind, she’d still be in his arms, silent for a while, a blank look on her face that he could never figure out what it was. Was it quiet acceptance, at least for a while? Was it the look of someone who had to bury their true feelings to bide their time? Or was it the look of someone who’s brain had been so burned out by the constant emotional warfare that they were becoming dead inside?

His own mother was the polar opposite of hers - warm, loving, kind - on more than one occasion, he wished that his best friend could live with them. He could help his dad build an addition, help his mom furnish it, even get a part time job to help pay for it. He just wanted her to be happy.

He wondered if his parents were wondering why he wasn’t back yet.

After answering another question about his future with “I don’t know,” Yunho began to wonder: What if t/n leaves? What if I can’t get an acting gig fast enough? How are we going to survive? Who’s going to take care of her? What if she leaves and I don’t… and I never see her again?

What if I never see her again?

What if I never see her again?

“Mom, it’s getting late and Yunho probably has to wash the dishes.”

She was so nonchalant the way she said it, and she would be, she’s dealt with it for so many years. How did she do it?

And what if he really never saw her again?

T/n’s mom raised an eyebrow at her and glared. She hadn’t spoken for almost a minute, but she looked furious, as if she had interrupted her mid-sentence.

T/n didn’t say anything as she stared back. She was so strong not to immediately wither under her mother’s scathing gaze.

He looked between the two of them, wondering if he should say anything, but the air in the room was so terrifyingly tense-- he kept his mouth shut.

Her mom turned towards him. “I’m sure my daughter is right, you might have dishes to wash.”

He nodded awkwardly. “I probably do.”

“You may go home, Yunho.”

Eager to leave, he misjudged the space between the table and chair, and almost made himself fall when he tried to stand. T/n helped him with the chair as her mom made a noise that told him she was scoffing quietly. He looked to t/n and nodded a thanks to her, and she beckoned for him to follow her outside. She pulled the door behind her, but it didn’t close. 

“I’m really sorry about that.” She said quietly.

He shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Well, at least one of us is being released from prison.”

Her expression betrayed so much more than what she actually said. She was strong, yes, but she looked tired from the interrogation. Face fallen, she had the look of someone who just wanted to go to sleep. She looked like that a lot, actually. She was way too young to look so tired all the time.

Yunho could tell that she was getting close to that breaking point again, where she’d end up crying for a couple hours with only him to lean on. But they were at her house, and her mom had always been so suspicious of their friendship. He couldn’t do anything that seemed like it was too forward, too affectionate. Too out of the boundaries of friendship and into the realm of romantic attachment. 

And, once again, he was useless.

He smiled weakly, trying to reassure her, and reached his hand towards hers. He couldn’t hold it in his, no matter how much he wanted to - they were at her house and the door hadn’t closed all the way - he settled for touching the back of her hand. It was all he could do.

“Uh-- what’s that for?” She whispered.

He shook his head. “I just feel bad--”

She questioned him silently.

“Having to deal with that all the time.”

She nodded.

It only took a moment. Yunho saw the top of her mom’s head behind the door, spying on them as they said goodbye. Only a moment and the reminder of her sent Yunho rocketing into a spiral, all the questions about the future, all the thoughts of not being able to be what he was to t/n if she were somewhere else, his interior self had already sustained the emotional damage that t/n was used to, but he was not. He was not used to it, and so it all bubbled up in that moment like acid that burned away his better judgement.

Only a moment for him to say something he shouldn’t have.

“But hey, you can come over Saturday and play your bass for me--”

He had said it. And he had said it too loud. 

“Yuyu--” T/n shushed him, panicked.

He shouldn’t have said anything.

“PLAY WHAT?”

He wished he could take it back.

You stared at him, the gentle sound of the tires and the wind over the car filling what would have been silence, like the hushed murmuring of onlookers shocked by what they just heard. And you were no less shocked, your mouth agape as you stared at him.

“Yun… are you fucking kidding me?”

He shook his head, his ears red with embarrassment.

“...Why?”

He didn’t answer.

“Why did you do that to me?”

“I was scared.”

“Scared of what?”

“Scared you’d leave me.” He said quietly.

“...What?”

“I wasn’t getting any callbacks in Seoul and you already had a band lined up… I didn’t have a plan and-- and you wanted to leave so bad that… I was afraid you’d leave and leave me behind.”

“Yunho, I told you it was going to be me and you in Seoul, why would you think I would leave you?”

“Because, I--”

“Why?”

“Because I liked you!”

You stared at him in disbelief and whispered. “What?”

“I liked you, t/n. I was… I was in love with you.”

You sat back in your seat for a few moments. “Then… Then why did you fuck me over?”

“I didn’t think--”

“Yeah, you didn’t think! You knew how my mom is, Jeong Yunho and you just sold me out like the selfish piece of shit you are? Are you fucking serious? How am I supposed to forgive that?!”

“I--”

“Don’t fucking talk to me for the rest of the ride back.” You pulled your headphones out of your bag, almost breaking them in the process, and put them on. You put on the loudest, most non-melodic music you had and listened to the crashing of noise wall drums and guitar riffs that left no room to breathe, or for any other sound to get in. You were like that for the rest of the ride back, arms folded, face turned towards the window, unwilling to even look at him anymore.

You couldn’t.

When Yunho stopped in front of your apartment, you had turned your music down at that point since the constant loud noise was making your ears ring. You heard Yunho say “I’m sorry” or “Goodnight” or something with more than one syllable as you grabbed your bag out of the backseat and slammed the door without a response. You ran up the stairs without looking at him.

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a/n: Yay! It happened! Also: oh GOD, that happened 😬. What are we thinking?

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[hideousvampire]

doodle dump ft musical johnny cade with a lollipop and mike patton my gf

also this is my history project this year but minus the essay that goes with it except i used cuba and his teddy bear characters to stay motivated

for those who need it CW FOR BLOOD!!

[spicyraeman]

Shars favourite bassist huh? So she hasn't broken out yet? How would the nightsong stuff play out in band au?

There isn't really a one to one for the nightsong stuff but I guess the closest is her decision to renew her contract with her current record label SHAR, she can continue to renew it (dj path) or break ties (selunite path)

Going the SHAR path lets her shoot to the top of the charts but at the cost of pretty much all of her creative liberties, they control her aesthetic, her sound, and her life. The "selunite" path on the other hand gives her complete freedom but at the risk of SHAR now looming over her shoulder and threatening to spill all her secrets

There's a bit more to it than that but its all in bits and pieces and would require me to go on several tangents cus im more of character guy than a plot guy

[smellsliketeenangst]

Obsessed with the idea of a 30 year old rock star Eddie who left Hawkins almost 10 years ago and has become this mentor for young artist and gets a TIME article about his work.

[alexoreality]

....

random ass AU where everything is normal but Luffy's a music prodigy. Like he just k n o w s how to play any instrument, but because of the handicap of being poor; he never had the chance to play one.

[the-sunshine-dims]

what instrument. would armor play.

[kuriliancharlie]

Doodles I did a while ago of my Special Agent AU Lust (Will hopefully get his colored reference and stuff done soon)

[fighting-these-demons]

Has anyone started shipping Natasha and Chibodee yet?

I'm happy to set sail on yet another coke bottle raft. o7

[thalamus-remover]

This year is almost over, so here are the albums I've listened to more than once, mostly post-punk, industrial, harsh noise, trance, ambient, and synth-pop.

Au-Pairs

Coil

Throbbing Gristle

Cabaret Voltaire

Psychic TV

Chris & Cosey

Whitehouse

The Virgin Prunes

Soft Cell

[ultimatemissadhd]

naegiri famous/singer au concept

Kyoko is a famous singer+songwriter from a very young age. She is a legend in the music industry, despite being very young. However, once she turns eighteen she experiences a burnout and wants to give up. Her family (who put lots of pressure on her career) don't want her to do that so they keep hiring different producers and songwriters who would help her get back on track. None of them help and in a moment of desperation, her family hires Makoto aka a staring music producer who is the same age as Kyoko (who also is a huge fan of her music)

Makoto starts working with Kyoko develops feelings. He is very determined to help her find her music spirit back so he takes her on different kind of trips so she can experience the life outside fame and celebrities. Turns out it was exactly what she needed and ends up falling for Makoto too.

[lycankeyy]

Instead of drawing like I was supposed to I started working on a music headcanons doc

All these songs make my head hurt which is how I know they fit him /silly

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - one hundred and seven | the biggest idiot

Yunho walked into the apartment and let the door slam behind him. Byeol ran over, mrrp-ing with excitement and Yunho leaned down to pet her. 

“Hi, buddy.”

She appeared affronted that he only gave her two pets, but before she could lodge a formal complaint (re: smacking the shit out of his ankles), he walked away. She would remember that.

Yunho dragged his body over to the couch, dropping the handle of his duffle bag and letting it fall to the floor, and then flopped onto the couch with a beleaguered sigh. He draped an arm over his face to block out the ceiling light.

San emerged from his room. “Hey, how was the trip?”

Yunho groaned.

“That doesn’t sound good.”

Yunho groaned what sounded like an agreement.

San raised an eyebrow and sat in the nearby chair. “Uh… you okay?”

Yunho sighed and took his arm off his face and folded his hands on his stomach. “I told her the truth.” 

San’s eyebrows ticked up. “The truth?”

Yunho nodded.

He waited while no explanation came. “Am… I supposed to know what that is?”

Yunho sighed and mashed his hands into his face, something in between a mental reset and a mild punishment.

“What was the truth?” 

He sighed again. “I ratted out her bass lessons to her parents when we were teenagers because I didn’t want her to leave.” 

“...I’m sorry, what?” 

“I know, I’m an idiot.” 

“You’re the biggest idiot!” 

“I know! Thank you!” 

“What the fuck, Yunho?!”

“I KNOW!”

The yelling wasn’t out of anger: on San’s side it was out of shock and disbelief, and on Yunho’s side it was out of frustration and acceptance. Perturbed by the noise, Byeol came over and hit San on his ankle. He picked her up and held her on his lap as he pet her. 

The volume decreased as quickly as it had increased, and they sat in silence as San mulled over the new information and Yunho slipped into despondency, sighing several times at his own thoughts.

“So… what are you going to do?” San asked, finally.

“I don’t know. She said she can never forgive me.”

“Well… it sounds like you ruined her life, so I’m not surprised. Even if it was only for a few years.”

“She and I were eighteen. You and I are twenty-five now, San.” 

“...So more than a few years.”

Yunho knew it was a joke to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t laugh.

Struck by whatever feline impulse, Byeol wriggled in San’s arms and he kissed her on the head and set her on the floor. She scampered away like there were demons present.

San chuckled at her and checked to see if Yunho saw it at all. He didn’t, his arm was over his face again.

“So, um… can you tell me what the fuck happened? I don’t know all the context.”

He picked his arm up and sighed.

Yunho explained how he and t/n met, how they were friends their whole childhood, and how they made a plan to leave their town to come to Seoul so she could escape her parents and he could become an actor. 

“I first knew I loved her sometime in high school but I never told her because I was her only friend and I didn’t want to make it weird if she didn’t like me back.”

San nodded.

“And that night when we were saying goodbye after her mom grilled me… I shouldn’t have mentioned the bass.”

“If her mom is as much of a tyrant as it sounds, I’m surprised the thought even came to you.”

“Yeah… I loved her and I didn’t want her to leave me, and I said the dumbest thing I could have said.”

San nodded.

“It’s like… I knew her mom was bad-- she always told me she was… but I didn’t think she’d do something like that.”

Yunho stepped in between t/n’s mom and his own. “Don’t yell at my mom!” 

His voice was louder than even he was expecting, and he felt a strange sense of terror course through him: he had just yelled at an adult, and not only was that adult his best friend’s mom, but she was terrifying. She was in his house, making demands and barking orders as if she owned the place, and while his initial inclination was to try and help t/n lie her way out of it, when she turned on his mom, he couldn’t stop himself from defending her.

Mrs. t/l/n glared at him. He’d seen her angry before, though that was normally accompanied by her dragging t/n away by the wrist, this was different. This was scary. He wished his dad were home and not at work. He was glad he was taller than her. He felt like if he was closer to her height, she might have hit him by now. He had to look down to look at her; he wondered if that made her think twice before physically lashing out.

“Sweetie.” His mom said, reaching out to his arm from behind him and squeezing it. She didn’t want the confrontation to turn physical. 

Truthfully, neither did he, so he stared back at Mrs. t/l/n.

She grabbed the bass and its accessories. “We’re going.” And left the room.

“Mom! What are you doing!” T/n yelled, following her out.

Yunho turned as she left the room and exhaled all the tension he had been holding inside. His mom went to touch his face to check on him, but he shook his head and the two of them followed them out.

They stopped on the stoop and watched the scene.

T/n’s mom grabbed her arm and dragged her to the passenger side as she protested, shoving her through the car door and slamming it behind her. She got in the driver side and slammed that door too after getting in. Then she started the car and pulled away. As they left, Yunho could see t/n turn around to look at him and his mom. 

He wished he could run after her, throw himself in front of the car to make them stop, anything. His mom must have known, because she held onto his arm. They stood like that until they couldn’t see the car anymore.

“Sweetheart…” his mom said. 

He turned to her.

“Sweetheart, you’re crying.” 

He reached up to check as she reached up to wipe his tears away. He hadn’t even noticed his vision begin to blur, he was so focused on watching t/n as she receded into he darkness and his thoughts of going after her.

“I’m sorry, mom.”

“Why are you apologizing? That was Mrs. t/l/n’s fault, not yours.”

“No, it was. It was my fault. I lied to you and dad.”

“I can’t believe you lied in front of your mom like that.”

“She forgave me when I explained the situation. Then my dad came home from work and I apologized to my parents for lying about the bass, but they said they kind of thought it was t/n’s anyway because they rarely saw me playing it.”

“They forgave you? Just like that?”

“They knew her mom well enough. And they both… I mean, if you grow up like t/n did, with parents who refuse to let you be who you want to be, you’re going to end up lying to them.”

“Yeah… I guess that’s right.”

“My mom’s parents were pretty strict too, so I think she always understood her.”

San nodded.

“And… knew she needed some semblance of a happy home life. Even if it was only part-time.”

San nodded again.

“Then the next day at school she told me her mom made her watch while she sold her bass, and she was under house arrest for the rest of the school year. And… it was all my fault.”

San didn’t say anything.

“I went to her house the day after graduation, hoping that I could talk to her and apologize and I’d buy her a new bass with my money and we’d go to Seoul together and start over… and I get to her house and her brother tells me that she’s gone missing, and when their mom went to the pawn shop she sold the bass to, t/n had been there and sold the violin and got the bass back.”

“Wow,” San said.

Yunho looked at him. 

He was genuinely impressed. “What a badass.”

Yunho couldn’t help but exhale a small laugh. “Yeah…”

“Most people would kill for that kind of determination.”

“Yeah… it surprised me at first.”

“Why’s that?”

Byeol jumped onto the back of the couch and sat, loaf-shaped, as she viewed her two human roommates. Yunho reached a finger up to her, she sniffed it and went back to passively observing them.

“The t/n I knew for so long was this sad, angry kid who wasn’t allowed to do what she wanted, was barely allowed to have fun, and just seemed like she hated everything… but really it was because her parents made her world so small and suffocating, and that was what she hated.”

“You’re saying…” San thought for a few seconds. “You didn’t know what she would be like if she wasn’t being held down?”

“I guess so.”

“And it scared you?”

He didn’t say anything.

“Yunho?”

He sighed. “Yeah. I guess it scared me. I didn’t know she could be so driven.”

“Well, if she saw the bass as a way out, of course she’d run towards it with everything she had.”

He nodded.

Yunho’s phone rang, but before he could answer it, Byeol jumped onto his stomach, knocking the air out of him. He coughed as she jumped to the floor and headed into San’s room.

San watched her leave. “Retribution is swift when it’s on four legs and filled with tuna.”

“I suppose I deserved that.”

“Probably.”

He pulled out his phone and looked at who was calling. “It’s Mingi.”

“Talk to him. Maybe he can help your current state.” San stood and left for his room.

Yunho answered the phone. “What’s up?”

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a/n: WHAT a mess. At least Byeol has her head on straight.

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[attyrocious]

I know I literally made a whole thing of how I don't normally do fanmixes, but I needed some music that was under 40min and very familiar so I played Linkin Park's Meteora album and the entire time I had the band au in my brain. except they'd need more members to make it work. and i kept trying to think of who it'd be for such a collab. maybe i'm too tired idk but it was like if the au band sang in a higher register than they probably would and since both Linkin Park's first three albums and your art live rent-free in my head it was only a matter of time

thats actually rly perfect now that i think abt it. ive always imagined the music range Law brings is more indie soft rock and they have to balance it with kid and killer's metal and punk rocks. LP feels like it fits their style hmmm as for musical collabs, i haven't really thought much about who else is in the music industry. Most everyone in the AU has regular jobs to be socially accepted adults, but Kid in particular really wants this band to be a thing (especially for killer) after many attempts, band breakups and accidents. they could wring in the other kid pirates for a gig or two but barely as regulars.

possible candidates: Uta - but luffy never thought of bringing it up that his sister is a famous singer Corazon - Law saw all the Donquixote posters on their walls and decided to gatekeep him away from them as long as he can hawkins/apoo - kinda their gigmates before? left "for greener pastures" and now theyre not allowed near each other

[lornainthewoods]

Chapter 2 is up! Thank you so much to everyone who has left kudos/comments so far 🖤

Rating: E

Category: M/M

Summary: Aziraphale Fell has built himself a life to be proud of - he's a successful artist and finally in a stable relationship with someone who adores him. The album covers he creates are in demand across the country and beyond. Everything is as it should be...isn't it?

Anthony Crowley is the lead singer and guitarist for The Fallen, the most successful goth/industrial band the world has seen in 20 years. He has everything his heart should desire - money, fame, the close friendships of his bandmates. Everything is as it should be...isn't it?

But as everyone knows, God likes to play a game of her own ineffable devising. Once upon a time their lives collided again and again. And Aziraphale and Crowley are about to find out that sometimes, just sometimes...you can't judge a life by it's (album) cover.

[lionheartair]

Artair was born in the U.S., but he was moved to Ireland when he was around six. In canon and most renditions that follow it closely, he is returned to his uncle around seven or eight once legal battles are resolved by Byron finding the documents that mark him as Artair's legal guardian where they were squirreled away by his parents in a move and with the pace the court moved at.

In the 80s au, he never returns to Byron. He is raised instead mostly in County Kerry with his grandparents, though he did also stay in County Galway at times during trips. Byron sent him many letters over the years, but they did not allow him to see or know about any of the correspondence, and told Artair fairly young that his uncle had passed. The implications were heavy that it was due to the loss of his brother. Byron meanwhile was told that Artair wanted nothing to do with him anymore, and blames him for not being there the night his parents passed.

Eventually Byron gives in and throws himself into his work instead, the last thing he cares about that he has any control over, and the one thing that connects him to his brother that remains. He knows his mother and step-father though, and he worries what happened to his brother's kid. He still doesn't know to this day about the music career.

[yelenadelova]

The worst thing is having a story idea that you haven’t written or posted anywhere so you have no one to talk about it with and instead you’re just going feral by yourself about thinks you created entirely in your own head