#now w 50% more neon

[claudethecrabdemoness]

Guess who’s back, back again… 🪩🛼✨

My girl Claude is back and better than ever, just in time for Halloween.

Trick or Treat bitches! 😜🤟✨

[futureplayboibunnie]

Spiderman Kiss

Miguel O’Hara x fem! black cat! reader

- i wanted to write a little fluffy, very flirty upside down romantic rainy spiderman kiss w miguel just because. black cat is in almost every spiderman story and i really wanted to include that for this one cause she’s a badass. just a cute little blurb to get me out out of my writing slump, i was thinking of making a part 2 cause lawd it’s steamy. (yeah i did make a part 2 im just too lazy to link it😔)

warnings: there is some dirty stuff, lil bit filthy but just a lil bit (i’m the worst) streamy sloppy makeout but overall just some romance for y’all.

You were walking on the damp, cold streets of New York, the soft pitter-patter of rain colliding with your umbrella as your sad eyes were glassy, street lamp lit. The neon buzzing and humming a little in the air as the dark clouds rolled over your head, promising heavier rain in the next few hours. Your boots were fitting for the autumn chill, your little black dress and a mid-length trenchcoat made you look like a detective from a shitty 50s novel, but it was fitting. It felt…romantic. As you walked down the street you caught yourself smiling at nothing. Well, not 'nothing' per se.

Spiderman.

Miguel O'Hara.

The self-appointed leader of the infamous Spider Society, aptly remembered as the Spider with the stick up his ass and a temper akin to that of a raging bull being flagged down by a red tarp. He had been on your coattails for months now. The Black Cat. The thief. One wrong-manicured finger or one slip of that vulgar tongue could end in you being an anomaly, which is a bigger problem than just a petty thief. Miguel wasn't from your universe but he had been watching you from afar...just to keep a watchful eye on you, making sure you were behaving yourself-which was never the case. What was jarring though is that he never stepped in on you making your own mess, he just surveilled you. You never seemed to notice and even if you did, you wouldn't care or give him the time of day.

Miguel watched you stroll confidently as the rain hit his broad shoulders, he had never seen you so casual. He cocked his head to the side to survey you from the rooftop you weren't far away from. You didn't fear the elements, the elements fear you. You boasted a certain naturality, your eyes glassy and the bridge of your nose pinched a pretty pink. Huh, cute. He dismissed the thought as quickly as it came, his eyes narrowed as your hair bounced with each step, lips parting in the process as the cold chilly air started to get to you. See, Black Cat was this force of nature, mysterious, sexed up, a siren seducing her prey into a strangle. Black Cat always gets what she wants, those silk lips ready to bite and those eyes ready to roll back like second nature. Miguel wanted to turn a blind eye to you acting in such a way but he couldn't help but admire your tactics: men would quite literally throw themselves at you, they would beg at your feet, they would lick the ground you'd walk on, they would be desperate for mercy and you didn't even have to touch them to do it. It was something that you just had the ability to do.

But now, here you are. Without the mask. Without the suit. Beaming against the damp night, giving him the opportunity for him to see who you really are when you're not being someone else. Showing the real you when no one else was looking. Miguel had a problem with admitting things. He could never admit when he was wrong, he could never admit the thoughts that buzzed his brain awake at night because no one would understand. You were dangerous, you were a threat. Then why did he want you? Why were you his calling? Why did he catch himself thinking of you?

Miguel was agitated because of it, acting out in the shadows, being more aggressive and hot-headed than usual. He had to do something about it.

Miguel swung to the alley that you were just about to walk past, hanging upside down from the metal fire exit. Thank God for his adhesive feet. Your boots clacked as you walked past the opening. Something blue and red flashed against the corner of your eye and you stopped in your tracks, the breath almost leaving your lungs dry. You couldn't believe it. You scoffed, a smile tugging your lips upwards as your tongue licked at your back teeth.

‘’Late night?’’ Miguel questioned in that low voice of his, you turned your head to face him squinting your eyes slightly. ‘’Couldn't risk getting your hair wet, could you?’’He insulted but there was a playful tone in his voice. Fuck you. You make him playful. He's always fucking serious- the weight of the multiverse rested on his broad shoulders, and here you are not doing anything and he was already letting go. He really needed to check himself.

‘’Take off the mask, couldn't risk getting your hair wet, could you?’’ You walked towards him as he dangled upside down, his massive reached for the flexible fabric of the mask and pulled it off of his insanely structured face.

Lord above, even upside down he looked fucking delicious, his bone structure and dark eyes made an ache form inside of you. A few strands of his raven locks stuck to his forehead due to the rain. He looked dreamy, you couldn't fucking lie about that. You had eyes, after all, you weren't blind.

‘’I think we know each other enough to not be bound by masks.’’ You added completely serious but a smirk played on his lips and his gaze softened just a little but enough for you to notice.

‘’Mask or no mask...’’ Miguel trailed off, unsure of how to finish his sentence.

‘’What are you doing here, Miguel?’’ Your voice was above a whisper as your gaze fell to his lips. This was coming from a case of genuine and undying curiosity- Miguel always has so much to deal with. What made you worth the precious minutes of his day? Well other than being a criminal, today wasn't one of those days though. ‘’You want me to prove to you I can get my hair wet?’’ You closed your umbrella and the droplets of rain started to dampen your hair and slide through the strands.

He couldn't give you an answer, he just cocked his head and looked at you. Fuck, you were beautiful. It was almost scary. You raised your eyebrow at his silence, his face went hard like his thoughts were racing a million miles per hour. And they were, relentlessly. A few burrowed thoughts pierced through the front of his mind.

Miguel let himself be selfish and he let himself wander when it comes to you. He wanted to fuck you, any red-blooded man would. He didn't want you to do all the work though like you usually would expect, he wanted to worship your body and praise you. He wanted to paw at you like an animal. Hold your hips down as he kissed and bit down your thighs, eat at you, devour you, spending hours at a time just tasting you to make you feel good.

Though he did want to take you over his knee for so blatantly misbehaving. Oh, but he did find it impossibly cute though when you were trying to act all smart defying his orders- you'd end up on his knees, ass up face down. Whimpering and on the verge of tears as he had to spank and fuck the disrespect out of you. The dirty thoughts so obviously transferred onto his face, his eyes darkened instinctively as he glared at your lips, he was worried his fangs would pop out unprovoked. The sexual tension between you two was astronomical and difficult to ignore. He didn't want to ignore it anymore, it was affecting him in so many different ways.

‘’You're a million miles away.’’ You bit your lip, eyes going heavy as your perfectly manicured hand tangled in his hair. Fuck, your touch was like magic.

‘’Stop biting your lip. I need to do that instead.’’ Miguel whispered. Your mouth popped open slightly at his words but you definitely knew this was the PG clean version of what was actually going on in his head.

‘’I'm afraid you'll tear them right off.’’ You flirted back, the proximity between you closing with every second.

‘’No, you're not.’’ Miguel's eyebrows furrowed as if he could read your mind. You swallowed the lump in your throat as his response started to shimmy and have an effect all over your body, your eyes widened and you wet your lips with your tongue. A daring invitation.

Miguel closed the gap between you, the rain sliding across his face as he leaned in to capture your lips with his. You expected his kiss to be mean and filled with anger, he was half expecting you to grab his lips and cut them off with a pocket knife for being so callous but no. It was soft. Sensual. Romantic. It felt...meaningful.

You moaned a little and he took it as an opportunity to open your mouth wider to slip his tongue in. It was slow. Messy. Wet. Tongues gliding against tongues, he even nibbled at your lips with his fangs. The strings of saliva kept pulling you back together like an invisible string. It felt so wrong but so good. It was a sloppy kiss turned makeout session, you swear your heart was burrowed inside of your throat as the butterflies in your tummy were starting to turn into hummingbirds. That ache he was making you feel was unmatched. Damn, that's surprising.

‘’Ah.’’ You moaned softly against his lips, finally detaching yourself even though it pained you to do so. Those soft noises shot down all the way to his cock. What was he, a fucking horny teenager? He wanted to hear you moan into his ear. You smiled as you pulled back from his mouth, your tongue darted out and flicked against his lightly protruding fangs, and licked it all the way to his bottom lip. Jesus Christ, you were fucking toying with him. It was like a cat and mouse game with you but in this case, it was cat and spider. You lifted your head to stare into the dark abyss of his eyes and to your surprise they were gleaming. You ruffled your hand into his damp hair messing it up for him as to further prove your point.

‘’I usually hate spiders. Cats eat spiders.’’ You mused.

‘’Do you now?’’ He teased back. ‘’It seems like you don't hate them enough.’’

‘’I like that you've been watching me, Miguel.’’ You exposed that you knew what he's been doing, the man is 6'9 he's not good at hiding things.

‘’Needed to make sure that you've been behaving.’’ He said huskily and it made your knees buckle a little.

"You already know that I haven't been."

"I should punish you.’’ He scolded coldly, he was being deadly serious and you fucking loved it

‘’Swing by my universe whenever bug boy.’’ You pressed a soft kiss to his lips and he was salivating yet again. And bug boy? That's just unforgivable. ‘’Call me.’’ You smirked playfully, giving into your teenage fantasy of a boy falling head over heels for you, wrapping the telephone cord around your finger and twisting it whilst whispering sweet nothings across the line. But you were both far too dangerous to have anything normal.

‘’Maybe I will.’’ He replied in a rich low tone that made your insides melt, he said it like it was a promise.

You shuffled his hair one last time before your eyes fell on his, eyebrows wilting as an expression of sad tenderness. ‘’Goodbye, Miguel.’’ You breathed as if it was the final moment you’d share with him, finally taking the necessary steps back to successfully be back on the main pavement. You opened up your umbrella and then you were gone, Miguel sighed.

‘’Parting is such sweet sorrow.'’

[zitrovee]

MH doodles and concepts

First just random fanart

I love sweet water lagoona im sorry shes so cute

Now then those are mostly designs i stopped working on for many reasons and i can barely find good images of them now cause theyre not even on my computer. Maybe i revisit them in the future but who knows

First something i tried together w the beach fan design- literally a gamer inspired line lol called gamer ghouls. i hate how drac turned out but the heart-shaped switch is something cool- i like frankie’s outfit and ghoulia is my fave here.  its funny cause something i always think when i make g3 designs is ‘’how can i include drac in this’’ cause realistically my line of thinking is ‘’would these sell’’ and drac sells. i also try to keep in mind materials and how well the items would perform as toys too. drac is hideous here tho.  the ghouls drinking monster was super funny in my head

drac in uniform sketch cause why not

this is a rough one. its for g1, i came up w the concept talking to an old friend, bonita and venus were her favorite dolls and i came up with the concept of a cybergoth inspired Bonita doll and a more slick also cyber inspired figure for venus (shes barely sketched there).

we had LOTS of creative differences (i came with a color pallete much, much different from that since i was inspired by cybergoth, focusing on neon and dark colors) and specially after some personal stuff i just gave up. i still like the concept but i cant really stand working with a concept in mind just to realize the other person isnt interested unless its their way. i wish i can revisit her in the future and apply the stuff i actually envisioned for her- but well, so far thats what we got. cant say im happy aside from the silhouette.

some other reaaally rough ideas for the beach line project for g3. i did most of those during my office work lol. those are for ghoulia. for her i wanted to keep in mind her 50s theme from g1 actually cause i love it so much. thats where the glam chill look came from. then i was like eh its nice but new ghoulia is way more rad and sporty so i tried to think of her doing surf (i also have sketches for deuce in surf attire so they would be fun) i have so many of those all over my house cause when g3 was barely launching i was so excited. and so bored at work. so i just got every paper note i could to sketch random ideas lol Also SILLY OC ALERT!!!

This was mostly a joke but i made her thinking of ET Bilu from a brazilian urban legend lol. thinking of her as a scary skinny legend w stereotypical and hilarious proportions common to old MH dolls was what inspired me at first but then also the whole 2012 pop diva look. Shes just a funny little gal. busquem conhecimento!

[nvrfknlrnd2rd]

okay so google drive is being a lil sketchy w AI stuff and it frankly makes me just uncomfy enough to look for an alternative.

the one that i have landed on (for now) is obsidian bc it works nicely for what i typically use google docs for (outside of academic stuff for college) and the reviews on the app store were MUCH better than evernote, which i also considered. so here are a list of what i consider pros and cons

pros

the organization! the style of organization works really well for me personally, with folders and the ability to link to other notes. this helps me keep character development and world building uncluttered during the process

tagging! you can set tags within each file, or vault, in order to better find notes or graphics. i haven't explored this a ton yet BUT it seems promising especially when files get bigger and more complicated

themes! you can customize the colors and themes inside the app (im using 80s neon rn) which isnt super critical for me but is helpful for people who benefit from being able to change that (i personally just enjoy it)

free use of like 99% of the app! the app itself is free and no app features are "off limits" without payment. vvv

cons

does NOT sync automatically. you CAN sync between devices but it is an $8 monthly subscription which i just cant afford on top of other monthly payments rn. maybe one day. (other payment plan is a $50/year fee for commercial use and priority support)

a little complicated. theres no real tutorial so anything beyond basics i've figured out by hitting buttons until they did something. if youre up for a little trial n error learning or asking other people about it, its fine

[dbphantom]

😭 Someone posted on one of the subreddits (won't say which one) about how Bella was pushing herself onto will even tho she knew he cared way more about Riki (sic). it's really annoying me because imho will never cared about either of them and blaming Bella for his poor behavior is messed up, so you guys get my essay about it. sorry.

In my eyes, Bella did not push herself onto will, she wanted to spend time with him because she had a crush. will knew that and led her on to get information out of her because he thought she was unique and mysterious and connected to Mako. will valued the mystery and then the mermaid stuff far more than he valued Bella as a person.

This is stated in Just A Girl At Heart when Bella says she's pretty sure will likes her only because she's a mermaid, not because she's Bella. It's the focus of an entire episode. Giant fucking red flag: this guy prioritizes the supernatural stuff over the people behind it. He'd rather have a mermaid gf than a normal, 'boring' gf.

So it's really no surprise that the instant merm Rikki kisses him, he immediately becomes obsessed with her. Bonus points for it happening later in the season AFTER Bella talks about how she wishes he'd see her for her and not just as a mermaid. Of COURSE he'd immediately switch to a mermaid who wasn't talking about boring shit like 'please get to know me as a person'.

Also side tangent girl couldn't even spell Rikki's name right when it's the name of the establishment a good 50% of the season takes place in. There's QUITE LITERALLY a giant glowing neon sign with the correct spelling on it!!!!!!

HOW?????? WHY?????????????

And, while we're on the subject of giant glowing neon signs, will selfishly betrays Bella's misplaced trust by forcing her to give up her secret to him, then forces the other two to also while Rikki's life is on the line. Is that how somebody who cares about another person behaves? NO!

And if he suddenly only starts 'caring' about Rikki after she saves his life (their reasoning being he called her an angel and asked where she was a lot), then I don't think he actually cares about her at all!! He cares about the mermaid who saved his life, not Rikki Chadwick.

It's very similar to when Rikki saves Elliot and Elliot is infatuated w/ her while ignoring her wishes and not actually getting who she is as a person at all. Same exact shit, only this time it's apparently fine and dandy because it's will!

will decides he's gonna obsess over her now like she's a new toy (because Bella isn't The Only Mermaid anymore), completely disregarding the fact Rikki 1) already has a boyfriend and 2) is not interested in him and only kissed him to save his fucking life. But, yeah, sure, he totally most definitely cares about Rikki. Lol. Lmao.

So will has a total lack of respect for Bella and clearly doesn't care about Rikki either (if he really cared about her as a person, he would have put his wants aside until she was no longer being held hostage, but no) until she saved his life, and then, again, it's more of a fixation on this 'concept' rather than who they actually are. will is obsessed with the mermaid who saved his life, not Rikki as a person.

I honestly believe he would have went gaga over any of them if they were in Rikki's place. To him, it was never about the girls as people because he never really cared about that! He cared about the mystery, and the mermaids, and how 'unique' everyone was.

And the fact that OP explicitly states in the post that 'Bella was just kind of there' while will obsessed over Rikki until he eventually gives up and settles for Bella, and STILL blames Bella for will's actions is so fucking sexist! How the fuck was Bella ever at fault for having a crush, being led on and used and thinking those feelings were being reciprocated, and then not knowing how to proceed from there while he went ballistic over one of her best friends?!

So, no, Bella did not throw herself at him, will led her on at the start to get information, then tossed her like trash as soon as he found a new toy to play with, all the while ignoring both of their feelings and wants because obviously his desires come first before anyone else. That is like THE defining trait of his character throughout season 3.

In his mind, his desire to know more about Mako and the secret trumps how Bella would feel being betrayed. His desire to swim with a mermaid in a pool trumps Bella's safety. His desire to know if the other two were mermaids trumps Rikki's safety. His desire to get with Rikki trumps Rikki not being interested in him (and the fact she already had a bf, regardless of how will felt about Zane)... will is SO selfish, it's the fucking Worst. Everyone hates Sophie, but as soon as the Resident Hot Guy showcases very similar behavior, suddenly everything is All Good.

I'm sick of s3 being boiled down to 'oooooh, cat fight, Bella's just being needy and forcing herself on him when he clearly cares about Rikki' when in reality he cares about neither of them as people and is playing both of them. He cared about 1) The Mermaid (when he initially thought Bella was unique) and 2) the mermaid who Saved His Life. He never actually cared about the girls, just the whole mystery and mermaid business!!!!

[moodr1ng]

re last post while im being chatty (sleeping pills do that to me): i have a kinda strange relationship w my knuckle tattoos. when i was 17 i was in a pretty rough spot in life. though i wasnt in The Absolute Worst Years, things werent going great on pretty much any front. i was failing out of school at the time, i saw no future for myself, i felt like i had fucked up all my options beyond any redemption. i lived in a "bad neighborhood", in a social housing apartment where i shared the one bedroom with my sister and my mom slept in the living room. i had like, two irl friends and one of those friendships was quite toxic and codependent. my mental health was abysmal and my parents were at the end of their rope with what to do with me. nobody even believed id manage to graduate high school anymore. i had no money except what i could glean from art commissions on tumblr and whatnot. i was perpetually broke and so were my friends (we shoplifted quite a bit at that time). i always knew my mom and i didnt exactly have much money but i was really feeling it then, and more than that, i felt like this prophecy was hanging over my head, that i would too end up like my parents: an underpaid worker in a shit job with seemingly no upsides or ways to move forward.

yet i had an inkling that one day i might get out of this; that i might one day escape this and 'rise above my station', 'make it' in some way. i pictured myself as someone who did make it: an older version of me, who i pictured very clean-cut and acceptable-looking, maybe wearing a suit or something. i hated that version of me; the sellout. i looked at that future me and thought: dont you dare forget about me. dont you dare forget about all of us here - not just my family but everyone i loved, and the people in the same neighborhoods and the same situation. i guess it was a moment of class awareness and solidarity. i thought: ill never let myself become a clean-cut, law-abiding, middle class sycophant who looks down on people like me.

so i got commission money for the cheapest tattoo machine i could get, some $50 crappy machine i got off ebay that came with needles and inks, and i sat at my kitchen table one afternoon with an internet friend on a skype call and tattooed my own knuckles - right hand tattooed with the left hand and all. i chose "DIRT POOR". i thought: there. not only can i see it, everyone can. i can rise up as much as i can in the world. but there will always be this neon sign on my hand that says: i came from here.

and i stuck with that for a very long time. i loved those tattoos. when i stopped loving them (because theyre kinda ugly, and i dont like explaining them to people, etc) i still loved the meaning behind them.

but then i actually 'made it'. i mean, not really. i didnt truly make it. i dont have a job, my main income is disability benefits, but im blessed that i also have my etsy shop and a roommate who helps with rent and a very cheap apartment, all of which means i have an income thats almost minimum wage and benefit from a lot of government aid, and through that ive set aside sizeable savings. i dont have to worry about paying for my food or home or clothes or other necessities, and i can go for drinks with friends or order takeout or buy myself little eccentricities just because i want to. i certainly didnt turn out clean-cut and proper in a suit, but i got to a place that 17 year old tattooing himself on a dirty kitchen table thought hed never get to.

and now that im here the tattoos feel.. silly. shameful. the people who ask me about them are most often panhandlers - and when i translate what it means to them i feel like such a poser. like, dirt poor? really? but im not dirt poor. im doing fine. if i dont get into the extensive backstory of the tattoos every time, i just.. look like someone trying to look rougher than i am. i feel like im appropriating a struggle that is no longer mine. and i dont even like the tattoos anymore and havent for a long time, and now the message itself doesnt feel worth having them.

like id forget where i come from if i didnt have it etched in my hands? like i even needed that reminder anyway? in the end, i got these because i didnt trust myself - because i thought my class solidarity was disingenuous, opportunistic, based only in my current circumstances. but ill never forget how i grew up. the message is already in me. i never needed a reminder. my past will always be a part of me.

so, anyway, ive been thinking of getting the tattoos lasered off. im far from being sure i wanna do it, though almost only because of the price, but ive been considering it often. i still feel a bit like its a betrayal of my 17 yo self. but then again, i think if he saw me now, 10 years older and in the position im in now, hed probably get it. hed see i havent really changed, not in the important ways. i think in the same way i need to forgive my past selves, maybe they too need to forgive me for moving on from them. so i really might get the laser, if not soon, then someday.

if i do, ill still have other hand and finger tattoos, so it wouldnt change much if i get new knuckle ones. if that does come to pass - im thinking "GOOD LUCK" this time.

[melonpalooza]

If tldr character's play horror game. Who will die first and who will be the survivor. And which one of them will get posessed/Stuck/left behind. And most importantly which idiot will be playing the game unsurious, for example :

leading the monster towards their friends probably secrifice their own teammates for fun. Forgeting their mission and died by their own stupid action

(we always have that one teammates that Will do anything just for fun even if it meant losing the game)

(The game : phasmaphobia,dead by daylight, in silent, identity V, pacify etc anything horror multiplayer survival-escape game )

the fic has a lot of characters lmao... god. this is gonna be a doozy of an answer, anon. i'm going to start rambling and might not even get all the characters. also altho you say horror games, phasmo and dbd/identity v are very different genres in terms of gameplay lmao so forgive me if i jump around the games bc im just typing the first things that come to my head

i feel like how they handle the games depends on who they team up with, bc i know depending on who i play with, the objective of my gameplay changes.

if it's mostly donnies, they will take the game most seriously i feel like. they're prepared, have game plans and divide up the responsibilities. will do research before hand rather than jump into a game. like they have to know all the game's mechanics before they start playing. if they're the hunter, i feel like they're really meticulous, but they won't spawn camp the hooks in dbd for example. except ig reugrat donnie he has the trolling energy to me.

mil/cope/rugrat raph prefers playing the hunter. they're aggressive and will sometimes target specific players if they were screwed over in a previous game by them xD most of them will go for leo lol. all of them will always try to stun or attack the attacker/aggro the hunter as a survivor.

cope mikey would fool around most of the game (like yell at the ghost in phasmo, calling it names and stuff) unless it's like less than half of the survivors are left and if he's still alive. all the mikeys get jumpscared easily. neon mikey might get distracted looking at assets or smth. all of them are relatively good at juking in dbd, so they'll be the ones that take ppl off hooks. 03 mike has insanely good luck in hiding where the hunter doesn't find him. rugrat mikey definitely leads the hunter to teammates on purpose.

all the leos would put the team before them, so they're often the ones that becomes bait and self sacrifice—if most of the team makes it out it's a net positive game for them.

if neon leon and neon don are both survivors tho, it's 50/50 they try to sabotage or help each other. if one of them is the hunter, they try to take out the other and it's a W for them if they take out their twin no matter the ending result of the match

and just as i write this i realized that they can't play interdimensionally lol (they could play games like scrabble and uno, bc those would be relatively easy to code into the server's bot i feel like. they can play games like chess bc it's part of discord. so that means they can play gartic lmao. but ig how they play holds true to their own brothers anyway)

anyway my brain is tired now there's probably more somewhere in the think tank

[ggukkiedae]

Yoonmi's Line Distributions in

Love Yourself: Answer

D N A

“Urin wanjeon dalla, baby

Unmyeongeul chajanaen durinikka” (0:53-1:00)

“Taechoui DNA (DNA) ga neol wonhaneunde (Haneunde)

Igeon piryeoniya I love us (Love us)

Urimani true lovers (Lovers)” (1:39-1:47)

“Urin jeonsaengedo (Urin jeonsaengedo)

Ama daeum saengedo (Ama daeum saengedo)

Yeongwonhi hamkkenikka (DNA)” (2:24-2:30)

T R I V I A : W H Y

H E R

“Eojjaetteun nan nege choegoye namjagil wonhae

Ama dangyeonae neon naege i segye geu jacheyeotgie

Jugeul geomyeon kkok nawa gati jukgettadeon ttae

Niga wonhaneun naega doegiro

God I swore to myself

So many complex

But I’m lookin’ for love

Gajja narado joa niga anajundamyeon

Neon naege shijagija gyeolmal jachenikka

Niga nal kkeutnaejura” (0:43-1:04)

“Neul geuraetteushi mask on

Hwanhoro nal bangyeojuneun her

Geudaemane byeol amu il eopshi bitnamyeonseodo

Gajang bitnaya hal shigane nan mask off

Lost star nae jimeul naeryeonwa eodumeul jeulgyeo

Jugil deushi sswadaeneun jomyeongdo eopseuni ye

Geujeo mam ganeun daero

Gam danneun daero, nal an jabneun daero

Tick tock” (2:41-3:00)

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F A K E L O V E

“I wanna be a good one just for you

Sesangeul jwotne just for you

Jeonbu bakkwosseo just for you

Now I don’t know me, who are you?” (0:37-0:50) (jungkook)

“Love you so mad, love you so mad

Nal jiwo neoui inhyeongi doeryeo hae” (2:59-3:04, 312-3:17)

“Sarangi sarangmaneuro wanbyeokhagil

Nae modeun yakjeomdeureun da sumgyeojigil

Irwojiji anhneun kkumsogeseo

Piul su eopsneun kkocheul kiwosseo” (3:43-3:54) (with jungkook)

O U T R O : T E A R

“Gateun kkumeul kkwotda saenggakaenneunde

Geu kkumeun biroso kkumi doeeonne

Simjangi jjitgyeojyeo charari bul taewojwo

Gotonggwa miryeon geu mueotdo namji ankekkeum” (1:53-2:05)

“What more can I say?

You’re my…” (2:15-2:18, 3:53-3:56)

*instead of yoongi’s bridge, yoonmi has her own verse talking about coming to terms with and having to face the fear of being left alone no matter how much it tore her apart and made her cry, then it goes to hoseok’s verse*

I ' M F I N E

"Gwaenchana uriga anieodo seulpeumi nal jiwodo

Meokgureumeun tto kkigo na kkeuteomneun kkum sogieodo

Haneopsi gugyeojigo nalgaeneun jjitgyeojigo

Eonjenga naega naega anige doendaljieodo" (0:30-0:40)

"I'm feeling just fine, fine, fine

Deo isangeun seulpeuji aneullae

I could see the sunshine, shine, shine

'Cause I'm just fine, just fine" (1:23-1:34)

I D O L

"I know what I am (I know what I am)

I know what I want (I know what I want)

I never gon' change (I ain't never gonna change)

I never gon' trade

(Trade off, uh uh)" (0:37-0:45)

"Eolssu johda" (2:20-2:21)

"I'm so fine wherever I go (I go, I go, I go, I go)

Gakkeum meolli doragado (oh)" (2:47-2:54)

A N S W E R : L O V E M Y S E L F

"Nuneul tteunda eodum sok na

Simjangi ttwineun sori natseol ttae

Maju bonda geoul sok neo

Geommeogeun nunbit haemugeun jilmun" (0:08-0:26)

"Wae jakkuman gamchuryeogoman

Hae ni gamyeon sogeuro

Nae silsuro saenggin

Hyungteokkaji da nae byeoljarinde, ayy" (2:33-2:50)

M A G I C S H O P

“Geu muneul yeolgo deureogamyeon i gosi gidaril geoya

Mideodo gwaenchana neol wirohaejul Magic Shop” (1:05-1:018)

“Neon gwaenchaneul geoya oh yeogin Magic shop” (2:55-3:00)

B E S T O F M E

“Haruharu

Yeoreum gaeoul

Neon mollado” (0:33-0:45)

“Neon naui guwon neon naui chang

Nan neoman isseumyeon dwae” (2:07-2:12)

“Biga naerideon na

Nuni naerideon na

Modeun bulhaengeul meomchugo

Cheongugeul deryeowa” (2:22-2:29)

“When you say that you love me

Nan geu han madimyeon dwae

Byeonhaji anhneundago

Just one more time” (3:33-3:40)

A I R P L A N E PT . 2

“Ojik norae

Simjangeul ttwige hadeon thing

Hanappunideon

Gireul georeotjiman” (0:28-0:33)

“El Mariachi, El Mariachi, El Mariachi (ah, ah)”(1:21-1:26)

“El Mariachi, El Mariachi, El Mariachi” (1:34-1:39)

“Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh

Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh, ooh” (1:42-1:55) (with jungkook)

“I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

Geurae meomchuneun beopdo

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

Geurae jom swineun beopdo

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

Silpaehaneun beopdo

I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know

TV nawaseo gwiyeoun” (2:23-2:36) (yoongi)

“El Mariachi, El Mariachi, El Mariachi (ah, ah)”(2:57-3:01)

“El Mariachi, El Mariachi, El Mariachi

Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh

Hoo-ooh, hoo-ooh, ooh” (3:10-3:30) (with jungkook)

G O G O

“DOLLAR DOLLAR

Haruachime jeonbu tangjin

Dallyeo dallyeo naega beoreo naega sachi

Dallyeo dallyeo dallyeo dallyeo

Dallyeo dallyeo” (0:15-0:25)

A N P A N M A N

“Gyesok mollae mollae sangcheo manttang

But ballin’ ballin’ still bangtan

Apado hero duryeoumeun dwiro

Anpanman panman panman” (1:17-1:27)

“Dasi neomeojigetjiman

Ttodasi silsu hagetjiman

Tto jinheultuseongigetjiman

Nareul mideo naneun heronikka

Yeah yeah” (2:55-3:04)

“I’m a new generation Anpanman (Woah, oh)

I’m a new superhero Anpanman

Naega gajin geon i norae hanbang (Woah, oh)

Lemme say “All the bad men, cop out"” (3:23-3:33)

M I C D R O P

“World Business haeksim

Seoboe 1sunwi maejin

Manhji anhji i class gachil mankkik

Joheun hyanggie akchwin banchik

Mic mic bungee” (0:40-0:51)

“Daesinhaejwo niga moshan hyodo

Uri konseoteu jeoldae eopseo podo

I do it I do it neon maseopsneun rattattui

Hok baega apeudamyeon gosohae

Sue it” (1:03-1:13)

“Haters gon’ hate

Players gon’ play

Live a life man

Good luck” (3:08-3:17)

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[rcdiostcrs]

no one stopped me. so now here’s wyoming heidi white y rivera aka saw dust.

one of the lost boys.

looks ~fifteen.

madison reyes fc.

why is her lost boy name “saw dust?” that’s a weird name. well, she made a bunch of props from the dust from their swords’ carving.

all those videos of people using saw dust, ramen, & super glue to fix their sinks? that’s wyoming.

yes, her parents did name her after the state. she’s just as confused about it as you are. were they high? maybe. it was the 70s after all. & they did meet at a rave.

she’s not even from wyoming. she was born & raised in florida.

has two last names, following the puerto rican tradition (which in turn, follows the spanish tradition) of giving a child the father’s first last name & the mother’s first last name.

(source, if you want to read a bit more about this phenomena.)

when she writes her name, she signs it “wyoming rivera.” so don’t worry if you can’t remember the whole thing, she certainly doesn’t expect you to. it is a mouthful.

left for the lost boys in 1986, at fifteen.

as expected from a child of the 70s & 80s, wyoming is all about bright colors & glitter. even on neverland, she made an effort to have sparkle in her wardrobe.

and now in auradon, she can buy glitter eyeshadow or sequined tops or tiny stars to stick to her skin or colored eye liner. half of the time, her clothes don’t match each other or her makeup. be prepared for a headache from all the glam when she walks down the halls.

has an african grey parrot as a pet. its name is “minim.” as it came with wyoming to neverland, it was in age-stasis for quite a while. minim will live much longer than the 50-60 years pet parrots usually get thanks to this fact.

spends way too much time trying to keep fairy godmother from taking minim away. fg regrets letting the lost boys become students since they all give her a massive headache. this bird is the biggest headache of all the lost kids.

since she’s a product of the 70s & 80s who wasn’t around as the world was advancing, you can bet that wyoming falls hook, line, & sinker for phone & emails scams. it’s like watching your grandparents talk to the lady on the phone about their car’s extended warranty.

such a naive kid.

one of the “older sibling” lost kids (much like my other lost boy oc, rowan) since she joined up later than most. they others follow her lead & look to her for guidance.

even if she has a pirate’s pet.

even though she never got to participate, she is in love w/ roller derby. she’s got her own skates & everything. she will take full advantage of any long & flat surface to slap on her skates.

they are a neon pink monstrosity w/ mismatched laces & dulled wheels from all of the use.

begged fairy godmother to put her in shop class where she could continue to make random junk out of saw dust she scooped up from the floor.

her second favorite class is “history of woodsmen & pirates” w/ tinkerbell!

kind of upset she can’t room with the rest of the lost boys. they’re either too young or too male. however, this does mean she gets to decorate her room however she wants. neon lights? check. a disco ball? check. led light strips? check.

adults will describe her rambunctious. peers will call her sweet. it’s all about perspective.

since coming to auradon & resigning herself to growing up slowly but surely, she doesn’t use the name saw dust as often. really, only the other lost kids use it. every time she hears it, she gets nostalgia pings.

[wqbytop100]

WQBY (the world of Q)

Top 150 for the week ending January 28, 2024

Never Be Friends --Jost, Mingue -3 [H] .6sec

Heart Still Beating ---Nathan Dawe, Bebe Rexha -2 [EDM] .4sec

It's Love (If We Get It Right)--Anthony Russo -4 [P] .9sec

You're Hired, NEIKED, Ayra Starr -1 (starts w/vocals)

One On One ---The Knocks, Sofi Tukker -5 [H] [EDM] .12sec

Feels Like Us ---GT_OFICE, ALWZ SNNY, Robbie Rosen -6 [EDM] .7sec

Anyone --Morgan Page -22 [EDM] (starts w/vocals)

She's On My Mind ---Romy -9 [P] .15sec

All Fckd Up---Kapuzen -14 [H] [EDM] (starts vocals w/half a sec)

Good In Goodbye---Frank Walker, Trivecta -12 .10sec

Kill Anyone --Two Feet, Ari Abdul -13 [M][SD] .10sec

Both---Tiesto, 21 Savage, BIA -10 .06sec

Diamond Therapy ---Diplo, Walker & Royce, Channel Tres -8 [EDM] (Starts vocals)

Dark Skies --A R I Z O N A -7 .11sec

***Jet Plane --R3HAB, VIZE, JP Cooper -(new) [House, Pop, EDM, Dance] .1sec

Other Boys --Marshmello, Dove Cameron -15 (starts vocals)

You---Svidden, Seeb -11 .7sec

Bad Blood--Theresa Rex -25 [P] .5sec

***Weak -Vintage Culture --Vintage Culture, Maverick Sabre, Tom Breu -(new) [N,H] [EDM] .9sec

***Close Your Eyes -Lucas Estrada, Tribbs, Stephen Puth -(new) [H] [EDM] .7sec

I Don't Wanna Worry -NEEDTOBREATHE -27 (starts vocals)

U Miss Me--Vicetone -16 [EDM] .7sec

***Dirty Desire---Vicetone -(new) [H] .21sec

Next Year's Light ---Elliot Moss -21 [M] .6sec

Flex---Tony Dark Eyes -20 [N,H] .3sec

Graveyard--- A R I Z O N A -19 .6sec

***Rhythm Machine ---Westend, Max Styler -(new) [N,H] .12sec

Lift Off ---Dombresky -18 [N,H] [EDM] .03sec

Spend The Night ---BJ the Chicago Kid, Coco Jones -29 [M] .10sec

Dizzy--Sick Individuals, LOUI LANE -32 [H] [EDM] .03ec

I'll Be There--Robin Schulz, Rita Ora, Tiago PZK -17

More Baby ---Chris Lake, Luna -26 [N]

Go Off --Mike Candys -23 [N,EDM]

Jaguar ---Yaeger -31

Easy--3LAU, XIRA -24

Mirrors ---Caravan Palace -57 [EDM]

Save My Love --Destiny Rogers -34[M,SD]

Lullaby --Britti -33 [M] [SD]

Good Morning--Timmy Trumpet, Alle Farben, YOU -30

Strangers--Kenya Grace -28 [M]

Cutting Loose --Disco Lines, J. Worra, Anabel Englund -126 [H] [EDM]

Run Free (Countdown) --Tiesto, R3HAB -54

Body Moving ---Eliza Rose, Calvin Harris -56 [EDM]

See You Again --Vicetone, Anna Clendenning -35 [EDM]

***No Reason--- The Chemical Brothers, Chris Lake remix -(new) [H] [EDM]

AEIOU--PNAU, Empire of the Sun -37

Sorry Now ---A R I Z O N A -36 [M] [SD]

Dreamteam --Galantis, Neon Trees -42 [EDM]

Nevada --Vicetone, Cuzi Zuehisdorff -39 [EDM]

Run --ATB, Nu Aspect, Orem -64 [H] [EDM]

Stop The Time --Zombic -41 [EDM]

Rebel --TVXQ -77

***ADHD --Mae Stephens -(new) [P]

Yard Sale --Alex Warren -70

Stress You ---Lucas Estrada, SUPER Hi -38

OhLA LA --Idris Elba, Sasha GiGi -40 [N]

Pull You Closer --Sistek, Sadie Rose Van -43

Drums---James Hype, Kim Petras -51 [EDM]

Years ---Just_Us -58

Who I Am --Alan Walker, Putri Ariani, Peder Elias -60 [M]

Killing Me --Conan Gray -58

She Got It Bad --Martin Jensen, MATTN -44

Dreaming ---Marshmello, Pink Sting -46

***I Got Time --Brittney Spencer - (new)

Mas Que Nada --Oliver Heldens, Ian Asher, Sergio Mendez -127 [H] [EDM]

Summertime Friends---The Chainsmokers -45

Jungle ---Alok, The Chainsmokers, Mae Stephens -47

Saving Up -Dom Dolla -48 [H]

Hungry Heart --Declan J. Donavan -49

The Tower --Future Island -50

The Greatest Thing Alive --Mark Knight, Green Velvet, James Hurr -52

Lil Boo Thing--Paul Russell (Galantis remix) -53 [H] [EDM]

Tension --Kylie Minogue -55

Proud --Victoria Nadine -78 [M]

Rusty ---Layto -84

I Can't Be The Only One --SIRA, YouNotUs -92 [H]

You Can Have It --Kungs, Victor Flash -62 [H]

Living In A Haze---Milky Chance -61

Stay The Night --Just Kiddin, Camden Cox -98

***Sorry Ain't Enough --Michael Gerow -(new) [SD]

Untouchable --ITZY -130

Waking Up --Felix Jaehn, Leony -131 [H] [EDM]

***Lie To Me --Jubel, KIDDO -(new)

***Dance Is The Answer --Dubdogs, RUBACK, Ticon f/Raja Ram -(new) [N] [House] [EDM]

What Are We Waiting For -- for King & Country -97

***Biggest Regret---Gorgon City, Bbyafricka -(new) [H] [EDM]

***Do You Feel It --VAMERO, Cyril M. Mougleta -(new) [EDM]

Hangin' On --A R I Z O N A -63

All My Life --Tiesto, FAST BOY -102

Maybe In The Summere--Foinix, Chris Ruo, Geoff Duncan -94 [EDM]

***One By One---Robin Schulz, Topic, Oaks -(new) [H] [EDM]

***No Strings ---X Ambassadors -(new)

***Me ---Steve Angello -(new) [EDM]

***Missing You --Frank Walker, Nate Smith -(new) [H] [EDM]

***I Don't Remember --Walker & Royce, VNSSA -(new)[N] [H] [EDM]

One Last Dance --Imanbek, Ali Gatie -65

Running In A Dream --Nils Hoffmann, Kasbo, Vancouver Sleep Clinic -66

Hall Of Forever --Henrik -108 [SD]

***Face To Face ---Kenzie -(new) [P]

Holding Pattern --Nihil Young, Artiflex Mundi, Adam Nazar -104 [H] [EDM]

Head Down ---Lost Frequencies, Bastille -101 [H] [EDM]

<>Us ---Steve Aoki f/ ERNEST -[last on @#137 12.10.23]

Wanna Dance --Alle Farben, James Carter, VARGEN -87 [EDM]

Losing You --Gabry Pointe, bshp, Joe Cleere -67 [H]

Twisted --Laura Davidson -68

Wanna ---Paul Dally -70

Daydream --Will Swinton -71

Jealous --Pascal Letoublon, IZKO, Jordan Rys -72

Get Dirty ---Return Of The Jaded, Tommie Sunshine -73

Waiting --LP Giobbi, Redfield, DJ Rae, -74

At Your Worst --Calum Scott -75 [M]

Tears On The Dancefloor --Icona Pop -76 [EDM]

Fire --Alan Walker, YUQI, JVKE, (G)I-DLE -79

Bite Marks --Ari Abdul -80

Heat Rising --Pete Tong, Jem Cooke, Jules Buckley -81

Disco En Egypte --Bon Entendeur -82

On My Way --Kaskade -83 >>>

Boyfriend ---USHER -85

Champagne Shit ---Janelle Monae, Latto, Quavo -86

Phone --MEDUZA, Em Beihold, Sam Thompkins (Lil Chan Remix) -88

DJ Play A Christmas Song ---CHER, (Robin Schulz remix) -89 [S]

Superhero ---AUDIEN -90 [EDM]

The Way ---Miller Blue -91 [M]

Blur ---KREAM, Marlo Rex -93

(Trust Me Now) I'm Fine --ROZES -95

Young & Foolish ---Loud Luxury, Charlieonafriday -96 [H]

Lights On Noboby's Home --Graham Barham -99

Coulda Been Love --Randal King -100

How Do I Say Goodbye--Adventure Club, Delaney Jane -124 [H]

Behind --Myles Smith -110

J Christ --Lil Nas -128

<>Give It To Me --Lucky Luke -(re-entry)

I'm Only Here For The Beat --Madelline (Evil Mix) -114 ]H]

Mean Girls --Caleigh -113

Funny Bunny -Elliot Lee -115 [N]

***Lighthouse ---Calum Scott -(new)

Memory ---Bonnie & Clyde, SUM SUN -117

<>Overdrive --Ofenbach, Norma Jean Martine -(re-entry) [last on 12.10.23 @#101]

<>I'm In Love With You --Fred Falke, Zen Freeman, Ampersounds -(re-entry) [H]

<>Rush --Troye Sivan -(re-entry)

***Alibi --Ella Henderson, Rudimental -(new)

Let Go --Connor Price, Nic D -133 [M]

Kiss Like This ---FETISH -132

i'm Just Ken --Ryan Gosling, Mark Ronson, Purple Disco Machine -105 [N,H] [EDM]

Holding Me Back---Nils Hoffmann, The Kite String Tangle -107 [H]

Walk It Like I Talk It --Saucy Santana -112

Front To Back --Deorro, Electric Polar Bears -116 [H] [EDM]

Thank You (Not So Bad) --Dimitri Vegas, Like Mike, Tiesto, Dido -118

Hungover --John Summit, Mathame, Camden Cox -120 [H] [EDM]

Falling Behind -Sultan + Shepard, Panana -122 [H]

[N] =Novelty Song [S]= Christmas (Seasonal) [H=House] [P=Pop] [I =Indie] [C=Country] [SD=SlowDance] [HH=HipHop] [D=Dance] [R=Rock] [P=Spirtual] [E=Emotional] [M=Smooth] [EDM=Electronic Dance Music] [SP=Synthpop]

[laptopcamper]

Biscuit & Bean, 2501 W Sunset Blvd, Suite A, Los Angeles (Echo Park), CA 90026, Score: 35/50

Seattle’s Biscuit & Bean is now open in Los Angeles. The Echo Park location is their first outside of Seattle. They opened in Seattle in 2014.

Score: 35/50

Food: 5/5 – The biscuits are big, fluffy, and crusty on the bottom and top. They’re filling. The biscuits come with a spread or in sandwich form. They even have mini biscuits and vegan biscuits. There’s more than one kind of biscuit! Choose from buttermilk, cheddar green onion, or vegan ($6, includes a spread). The biscuit sandwiches start at $11. The mushroom & leek gravy is thick, creamy, and chock full of umami flavor (not too salty either).

Coffee: 5/5 – They serve Seattle’s Fulcrum Roasters coffee (espresso drinks, pour over, drip, cold brew). It’s really good coffee. Lattes even come with foam art.

Wi-fi: 5/5 – Free, unlimited, ask for the password. It seemed fast and stable.

Ambiance: 5/5 – It’s a small place with five tables and counter seating. The interior is white with white tiles, black tiles, and light woods. They have a red neon sign that says Risk It for the Biscuit. Cute.

Noise: 2/5 – Music is on the loud side and there’s a lot of traffic driving by

Plugs: 1/5 – Saw one outlet by the door closest to the parking lot  

Parking: 3/5 – Small shared parking lot, 2 hour street parking. It’s on the edge of a busy neighborhood so parking is a little easier.

Comfort: 3/5 – Plastic chairs, metal stools, small 2 top tables and one 4 top

Bathroom: 3/5 – Didn’t see one but there’s one in the back. You have to walk through the kitchen to get there.

Art: 3/5 – Nothing unless you count the neon sign

Tips: There’s a walk up window but I haven’t seen anyone use it (maybe it’s only open on weekends). No cash is accepted.

“Laptop Campers Unite!”

[mxbbadperson]

hm... hmmm.... after thinking abt it uh just now... i think what's going on neon... makes sense? (it's the same w/ daiji from revice lol don't like the story beat but i get it) what's happening w/ her right now is a continuation of what happened w/ her at the start (and a continuing thing w/ keiwa too) and that's the determination to do make their wish come true

neon wants her wish to be granted and here and now, it's shown that she does. and it's the same w/ keiwa, he found his determination to fight back then bc sara was in danger but here and now, he has to find the determination again. they're both in limbo. they know what they want but when it's time to do anything, can neon find the courage to fight for it? can keiwa

it's what ace said. if they want something, they have to fight. and that's what neon's doing. for good or for bad (and even if it's disappointing), she can't remain... i guess meek(?) forever. and i guess it goes back to what ace told michinaga, can anyone stay try to themselves in this game?

(and funny that i'm saying all this bc i'm not even disappointed in neon bc i... don't care for this part of the story. and after thinking abt it a bit more... i think it's good that neon's arc is happening now. bc there's a few stories to juggle.

michinaga's arc is happening now too and whatever that's going on w/ ace has been in the background so far but maybe it'll eventually be in the front. and keiwa's arc will come up at some point. and maybe tsumuri's if something's happening w/ her. if geats has 50 eps, in three eps we're in the halfway mark! so if neon's arc doesn't happen now and instead happens later... feels like the pacing is gonna be fucked)

(and it's fine if you complain, i'm a nosy fucker lol)

@mxbbadperson

Yeah, so I was thinking with the red string of faith/love being created between Michinaga and Ace with their canonical stuff doesn't seem to work for me unless I add extra feelings into Ace because well he's Ace.

And he isn't that emotionally connected to Michinaga and I don't think he treats that rivalry seriously either, more like he's over it.

Like he will feel a normal amount of guilt if he directly killed Michinaga and maybe even is fine with the feelings that came to be due to a misunderstanding (i thoroughly believe Ace has not killed someone who was actually a good person and hasn't attempted to kill him first, death by elimination doesn't count).

So I don't think Ace's feelings for Michinaga could create a new red string of love if we follow that path.

I do see it happening from Michinaga's end though, like you did specify- Him chasing behind Ace with that Red string.

After all there's a thin line between love and hate. So it's a possibility for Michinaga to fall for Ace before Ace would even think about that.

So a pre-existing red string of fait is the only string I can think of between them. One that binds them together irrespective of their current feelings and history and them having to work through it.

I do think Ace could form a bond with Neon and Keiwa a lot more easier...

Neon being the first from DGP games we watched where he shared about his mother and the way Keiwa seems to be sticking with him and trusting him despite their history.

But I think it would have been the best with Win... Maybe faster even, cause there was some real good chemistry even in the few moments they interacted (well made me have many thoughts at least.)

[brendaaaa]

Pillow Talk (Mike Wheeler x fem!Reader)

Mike sighed, his breath warm and tickling your neck. You were currently entangled with him, both blissed out and in a state of contentment.

It was a warm summer night, the windows up by the ceiling in the Wheeler’s basement cracked open, letting in a little bit of night air. But it barely put a dent in the stifling heat. You didn’t mind too much, because most of it was coming from Mike’s body being so close to yours, and how could you complain about that? The overhead lights were on, unlike the lamps that were scattered around the room, but you could hardly tell because all the lightbulbs were out except for one. And even that was flickering in and out every minute or so. The fluorescent light, designed to be neon and bright, similar to what you might see in a school or public building, was on the other side of the room, so that shadows were cast over you and Mike. After what felt like an unusually needy and desperate love filled time you just shared, you were both very quiet, you laying on your back with your boyfriend tucked on top of you, head in the crook of your neck. You traced a small circle on the back of his shoulder with one finger, his bare skin as hot as if he had a fever. Just touching it made you shiver, even though you had had your hands all over him the entire night. It was times like these when you wished summer would never end. When you could just -ahem- make love to Mike forever and talk to him about anything and everything and play with his mop top of dark curly hair. When you could watch old creature features from the 50s and listen to his mom’s Beatles records. When you could tease him about everything and get teased right back. When you could kiss him on the corner of his lips, waiting for the smile that would always cross his face when you did that. When you could go outside and lay on the freshly mowed lawn at two a.m, holding hands. When he could make you peanut butter toast and you would sit at the kitchen table, pretending to be married and grown. When you would never have to deal with the real world. “Mike,” you said, in a whisper, carefully cutting through the blissful silence. “Mhm,” he murmured, moving his head down to rest more near your collarbones, lips leaving little vibrations on your skin as he went. You shivered under his touch and continued with what you were trying to say, “I- can we-,“ you stopped talking, and the only thing you could hear was the hum of the kitchen appliances running on the floor above you, along with Mike’s slow breathing and your own shallow breaths.

His nose brushed against your warm skin as he lifted his head up, dark eyes meeting yours. He looked so beautiful in the shadows, so perfect that it just made you want to cry more than you already wanted to. “What is it?” He asked softly, keeping one hand glued to your waist while the other reached up to caress your jawline.

“Mike?” You asked, and you could hear the shake in your voice. “Can we never grow up?” His eyes studied yours for a moment, before he dropped back down to press a kiss to your collarbone. He then laid his head back on your body with a sigh. “I sometimes wish the same thing,” he said. You smiled, slightly reassured, and stroked his hair. “That’s good. I sometimes think that I’m going crazy.” “You’re not,” he said firmly, tightening his grip around your middle before admitting, “I sometimes feel like I’m losing it too.”

“It’s like…” you started saying in a whisper. “Life moves so fast...and I want to grow up and experience new things, but I also, I also want to stay like this forever…” Mike smirked, and although you didn’t have a super clear view of his face, you knew him well enough to picture what his face would look like in good lighting. “You mean like this? Right now, here with me...naked in my basement? Or just as a teenager.” You silently laughed for a moment, and finally said “Uh, both.”

You closed your eyes, and couldn’t keep the grin forming on your face away. Mike always had a way of making you feel better. “I want to buy a cat.” “Sorry?” You asked, lifting your head up to see him better. You thought to yourself, did he seriously just say that? Well...okay then…

“I want to buy a cat…” he repeated, and he shifted, nuzzling into your chest.

“Um..?”

“Jeez sorry I thought we were confessing. You think you're going crazy, I want a cat,” you felt his shoulders move up in a shrugging motion.

You laughed, but then said, “Mike, you should get a cat.”

“I know, but my dad’s allergic,” he muttered.

“Screw him,” you giggled. “Or it can just live at my house. It would give you an excuse to come over more often.”

“That works,” Mike admitted.

“If It lives at my house, we’re naming it Fluffy.”

“Like in the Brady bunch? Hell no.”

“More like hell yes. My house, my cat.”

“Then what’s the point?” Mike chuckled. “It’s supposed to be my cat, and I’m naming Yoda. That’s final.”

You were quiet for a moment, and then you nonchalantly whispered into his ear, “Fluffy.”

“Yoda,” he whispered back.

You, meaning to kiss the top of his head, but instead accidentally pecking his ear, couldn’t help but giggling as you insisted, “Fluffy.”

“Noo,” Mike said, holding his face up close to yours, “Yoda.”

“Let’s not get a cat,” you said.

He shrugged, “Okay,” and laid his head back down, adjusting himself to get comfortable.

“You goin’ to sleep on me?” You teased, noticing his change in positioning.

“Mayyybe,” he said, and you could tell he was tired, his voice getting huskier and his eyes dropping.

“I love you…” you whispered, shutting your eyes.

He mumbled something back but you couldn’t really understand.

“I love you, Mike,” You said again, and started to drift off yourself.

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[cheolbooluvr]

mint choco

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pairing: mingyu x fem!reader

genre: romance, some fluff(?), some angst, reader is a ~cool girl~ B) , tsundere!reader, soft boy!mingyu, ice cream, 2gyuniverse

word count: 4.9k

warnings: profanity (reader is a potty mouth), mentions of alcohol,

a/n: i'm gone for like 3 weeks and then post 2 fics within 24 hrs of each other oops. wrote this as part of the ficscafe dialogue prompt event! i ended up using so many prompts alkjadjslkl; but anyways, this one's for the bestie @gyukult : ] thank you to @minghaofilm and @hoshblr for beta reading <3 lava u both!! plz plz plz plz plz let me know what you thought, feedback is the only way i can get better as an author and know if my fics are okay :')

a/n pt 2: gyu's part is finally out! if you're curious abt what happens w cheol and mingyu's friend, check out strawberry cheesecake! enjoy <3

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prompts 1, 3, 11, 26, 40, 44, 47

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God, you hated him so much. You hated him more than Choi Seungcheol who was mostly to blame for the situation you were in now. If not for your lovestruck best friend, you wouldn’t be sitting here on a double date with him, his girlfriend, and this tall dumbass of a human, Mingyu.

You could remember that day very clearly, the day that set everything into motion.

“Choi Seungcheol, I swear to fucking—” You had burst through the ice cream shop doors to find your best friend standing blankly with a jar of maraschino cherries in his hand. Next to him, the cashier opened one eye to look at you, neon red juice dripping down her cheek. “Dear god, don’t tell me you popped the girl in the eye?”

He looked to her then back to you, not realizing what had just happened until you came in. “What? Wait. Shit. It’s not what it looks like—”

“What the hell?” Another voice entered the small shop, all eyes, including yours, turning to the ridiculously tall guy coming from the back room. He was wearing the same uniform as the girl, only instead of a red and white pinstripe dress, he was wearing a matching shirt and bright red pants. The stripes were already ugly as hell, and to make things worse, they had those god awful paper hats that looked straight out of a 50’s diner. But that was the vibe of the ice cream parlor, wasn’t it? “Is this guy bothering you?”

“What?” the girl asked, genuinely confused by the situation. When she realized her friend was getting defensive, she quickly shook her head. “No, he was just helping me.”

The tall boy looked at her briefly before attempting to shift his gaze to Seungcheol, though his eyes stopped at you instead.

“What?” you mouthed to him, jutting your chin out. You expected him to look away immediately—speaking from past experience, people tended to avoid looking at you. You couldn’t help it if your resting bitch face kept their eyes off you, but that’s exactly what you wanted. Yet, for some reason, his eyes lingered on you longer than they should have. And you hated every moment of it.

He returned his attention to his coworker who was now assuring the two guys that she was fine and it really wasn’t a big deal. You walked over to Seungcheol and punched his shoulder. Wrong move. Realizing that was the shoulder he just got a tattoo on, you look at him apologetically when he turns and glares at you, biting his lip to keep calm.

“Dude, let’s go.” This time, you hit his arm with the back of your hand. “I have shit to do today.”

Seungcheol raised his eyebrow at you with suspicion, but he didn’t argue. He slowly but surely turned around, the two of you leaving the ice cream parlor.

“The fuck was that about?” you asked him.

“Nothing,” he replied, but you knew him better than that. You and Seungcheol had known each other for lord knows how long. In another life, maybe you would have called him your best friend, but that’s not something you would say out loud while you were still breathing on this earth.

———

A few days later, you were riding around town with Seungcheol again when you found yourself outside a familiar building. The plaster was painted a yellow, once bright but now dull from years of harsh sunlight. The sign to the parlor was also chipping and run down, the letters of ‘A Scoop of Heaven’ fading to the point it was barely legible in the daylight.

You don’t say anything to him, but you have a guess that this might have something to do with the cashier from yesterday.

“Ice cream? Again?” you asked, the judgement in your voice far from subtle.

“Shut up,” he shot back.

“I’ll wait out here.” You leaned against your bike, pulling out your phone to keep you busy while your friend went inside.

Seungcheol approached the counter, clearly he was a man on a mission. “Where’s your friend?” he asked Mingyu.

“Where’s your friend?” he rebutted.

“Mine? Why are you asking about her? I’m just asking about yours because of her eye yesterday.”

“I don’t know. I just find her… intriguing.”

“You got some kind of horror kink, dude?”

“What? No. What the hell?”

“Look, buddy, if I were you, I’d save yourself the time and energy. She’s not worth it unless you like living in fear.”

“Oh, come on. She can’t be that bad.”

“She really is. Trust me.”

Mingyu shrugged. “What’s your name? I’ll let her know you stopped by.”

“Seungcheol,” he said, putting his hand out.

Mingyu grasped it firmly, shaking it as if they were businessmen closing a deal. “Mingyu. Nice to meet you. Are you gonna get some ice cream or are you just here for my friend?”

“Oh. Right. A strawberry cheesecake for me, and a mint chocolate for my friend. Single scoop each.”

So, you liked mint chocolate ice cream, huh? “Sounds good.” Mingyu pulled the metal scoop from small tub of water,

“Here,” Seungcheol said, shoving the cup of ice cream in front of you.

“Easy, buddy, this jacket is real leather,” you reminded him.

“A little ice cream isn’t going to hurt anyone.”

“Oh, yeah?” You raised your eyebrow at him. He looked back at you, confusion embedded in the wrinkles of his forehead, though soon they relaxed when he realized what you were doing. You started chasing him around the parking lot with your spoon, threatening to get it all over his jacket, something he definitely wouldn’t have appreciated.

Mingyu watched this go down from behind the counter, his eyes wandering every once in a while as he helped other customers. It was nice seeing you smile like that, though a part of him wished he could be the reason for it.

You could care less about anyone or anything else, but somehow, you were unsure of when these “group hangs” started happening. Maybe it was when Seungcheol started bringing his new girlfriend around that Mingyu started trailing along like a lost puppy. Regardless of the reason, you didn’t enjoy it one bit.

All of that bullshit led to you spending the day at the beach with these three. You didn’t mind Seungcheol’s girlfriend — she was your polar opposite. You wore denim and leather jackets, she wore flowy pants and sundresses. But maybe in another life, you two would have been friends. What you did mind, however, was the giant, bumbling idiot sitting next to you. It was still unclear how Seungcheol managed to rope you into these things, but one thing was for sure — you hated Mingyu. From the moment you met him, something about him just rubbed you the wrong way. Maybe it was how tall he was, or his caramel skin that you could just eat—

Shit.

“We’re gonna go on a walk,” Seungcheol announced to you and Mingyu. Shit, shit, shit. You watched your best friend take his girl’s hand as the two of them wandered off, acting like a cute couple. You were happy he was happy—again, not something you’d ever tell him, but damn it, they were gross. That left you with Mingyu…alone. Your worst nightmare come true.

“How’d you like the food?” Mingyu asked.

Ugh, small talk. Gross. “It was fine.” Well, actually, it was pretty delicious, but you? Showing any emotion other than indifference? Unheard of.

“Seungcheol told me you liked sandwiches, so I made them.”

“You made these?” There was a lot to unpack here: first, classic Seungcheol to make someone else do his dirty work. Second, Mingyu made those? For you?

“Yeah, took me a few hours.” The more he spoke, the more you wanted to punch him in those big biceps of his. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Mingyu was stupid and you hated him.

“Why would you do that?”

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

“What do you mean what do I mean ‘why’?”

“Because… I like you?”

Holy shit. There was no way this was happening right now. “Well, stop.”

“I can’t just stop.”

“Whatever you’re thinking in your tiny little brain of yours, stop it. There’s nothing going on here.”

“Nothing? At all?” You could tell by the way his voice quivered that he took offense to your denial, but what did you care?

“Not a single, damn thing.”

“Not after all of those double dates?” Despite you two hanging out with Seungcheol and his girlfriend a lot, you assumed that it was mutually understood that you were both the third and fourth wheels, not on some double date thing.

“In your dreams,” you scoffed. Silence fell upon you two, the crashing of the waves on the shore and screeching seagulls the only noise to fill the air. This whole situation felt like a set up, and if there was one thing you hated more than Mingyu, it was being pushed to do something you didn’t want to do.

That was the last time you saw him. Or heard from him, for that matter. You stopped going with Seungcheol to the parlor, he stopped coming along with his friend to the bar to visit you and Seungcheol. What was supposed to happen was that you would go along with your life exactly as planned, free of nuisances like Mingyu, and everything would be just fucking dandy.

But it wasn’t.

The days felt shorter, life became more dull, something in your life was missing. You hated not knowing what you were feeling, and the only way to settle this was to go on a ride, so you hopped on your motorcycle and hit the road, no destination in sight.

Riding around the city was supposed to be your release, but the adrenaline still wasn’t enough to clear your head of whatever was going on. You rode some more until finally you found yourself on a familiar path.

No, you shouldn’t go there, you couldn’t.

But it was like your bike had a mind of its own, slowing down right in front of the stupid ice cream parlor. You checked the gas meter only to find the needle teetering on the 'E'.

Great. Fucking great. Pulling out your phone to text Seungcheol, your eyes immediately fell upon the 1% at the top right corner of your screen. Of course. A heavy sigh left your lips, you looked towards the shop that was bustling with families and teenagers looking to have a sweet treat to counter the sweltering heat of the summer. You could go in there and hope that it was Seungcheol’s girlfriend and not Mingyu. Yeah. That could work, right? You’d ask her to text him and tell him what was up, and he’d be over in no time. Okay, you thought to yourself. Let’s just hope for the best. You adjusted your leather jacket (how you and Seungcheol always managed to wear one despite the temperature was a mystery to anyone and everyone), taking quick strides to enter the shop.

You had hoped for the best, but apparently you didn’t prepare for the worst. Mingyu was helping a customer when he heard the shop door bell ding.

“Hi, welcome to —”

You froze in the doorway, staring at him as customers reluctantly tried to maneuver around you.

How long had it been since you heard Mingyu say your name like that? No. Now was not the time. “Where’s your friend?”

“Why are you looking for her?”

“I need her to text Cheol for me.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Then why do you need her to text him?”

“Can you just leave me alone?”

“I’m trying to help you.”

“I never asked for your help.”

“Why do you always have to be like this?”

“What? It’s none of your business.”

Mingyu said your name with such desperation laced throughout his voice. It was exasperated, and honestly? You hated the way it sounded. “Just tell me what’s going on. Please.”

“Can you shut up? Everybody’s staring at us.” You had unintentionally stopped the flow of business when you got into this argument with the store’s only cashier. Seungcheol’s girlfriend had left just minutes before you arrived, and funnily enough, she was on the back of his motorbike. Frustration built within you, your muscles tensing at the unwanted attention. “Forget it.” You stormed out the door, but Mingyu came trailing behind you after apologizing to the customers about having to deal with this “emergency.”

“What do you need Seungcheol for? Just tell me, and I’ll help—” he stopped himself. “Just let me hear you out.”

“I don’t want to tell you shit.” Tears began to form at the corners of your eyes. What the hell? You rarely ever cried, so why was this happening now, in front of the last person you wanted to see? “I’m sick of you.”

Without looking back, you marched forward, your legs working to get you anywhere but here. The sun was beginning to set when you found yourself a couple blocks down at the bar you worked at. It was your day off, and your coworkers were surprised to see you (you weren't exactly the type to be there voluntarily), but they didn’t ask questions when you sat down and asked for a shot of Hennessy. The gold liquid burned your throat, a feeling preferential to your frustration of today’s events. What was Mingyu’s deal? Why was he always looking out for you when he clearly had other girls who liked him way more than you? And why did a part of you miss when he would follow you around like a lost puppy? As the night progressed, your demands for one shot after the other increased. Eventually, your manager had to come out to stop you, her eyes clearly concerned about your current state of being.

“Let me call you a cab,” she told you as she escorted you outside, her hands keeping you steady in your drunken state.

“It’s okay,” you replied, shaking her off. “I can walk. My friend...there...he works...and his friend…Cheol’s girlfriend...”

Mingyu was cleaning up shop, mopping when he heard the bell ding again. Strange, he thought. The OPEN sign was clearly off and any sensible person would read the store hours first.

“Sorry, we’re closed—”

“Shut up, stupid.” Your words were garbled, but intelligible.

“What are you doing here?”

“Where’s my bike?”

“It’s outside.”

“Bike...” You sauntered outside to the exact spot where you had left it earlier in the day. Mingyu watched on carefully until he realized you were trying to ride it, a brief moment of panic washing over him before he remembered that it didn’t have any more gas. After you had left, he inspected the motorcycle to // see what you might need help with, soon realizing that you had indeed run out of gas. From there, it didn’t take long for him to guess that your phone had run out of battery. It took all of his willpower to not run after you right then and there, but there were customers waiting for him, so he returned inside. He texted Seungcheol and his girlfriend to see if they had seen you, but they hadn’t. He grew anxious as the night went by, but he couldn’t just leave. He was determined to go find you after he closed up, little did he expect that you would come sauntering in yourself, piss drunk.

Currently, you were leaning over your bike, hugging it for dear life.

“Bikey,” you mumbled. “I miss you so much.”

Mingyu couldn’t help but laugh at this sight. For all he knew, you were cold, aloof, an I-don’t-give-a-shit-about-anyone-else kind of person, the kind of person other people were afraid of. Your heart was surrounded by four walls, barbed wire to keep anyone and everyone out. But in this moment, you were just like anyone else, soft and silly, upset at the fact that your motorcycle didn’t “Vroom vroom,” like you wanted it to.

“Hey, we should get you home,” Mingyu chided you gently. His arms wrapped around your shoulder, but you shook him off in protest.

“I don’t want to go home,” you pouted.

“Well, where do you want to go?”

“I want to stay here,” you stomped, like a small child throwing a tantrum. With you. The words came out so fast that Mingyu barely had time to process any of it. When he had registered what came out of your mouth, his jaw went slack.

“What did you just say?”

“I said,” you drawled. “I want to stay here.”

“With me?”

“I want ice cream.” Honestly, it was silly of him to think you would ever repeat yourself, even if you were drunk. But hey, it was worth a shot (no pun intended).

“I can get you ice cream.”

Your face lit up, just like a child’s would. “Really?”

“Really,” he replied, the softest smile forming on his face.

“I want mint choco,” you told him, attempting to stand up from your bike, though failing and stumbling to the ground. Luckily, Mingyu’s reflexes were fast enough to catch you from hitting the ground, your body in his arms. “Nice arms…”

“You like my arms?”

“I want mint choco.”

“Okay, let’s get you some mint choco.”

He lifted you up and brought you inside, sitting you down in a booth in case you tipped over. He had already cleaned the scoops, though he didn’t mind pulling out another one, even if it meant staying a little longer just to clean everything all over again. He opened the glass case, the cool air coming out at him all at once. Scooping one small heap of mint chocolate ice cream into a paper cup, he closed the case and returned to you, placing the ice cream in front of you.

You could barely grab the spoon, much less scoop some into your mouth, so Mingyu took it upon himself to feed you. He rested his head on one hand while the other held the spoon to your mouth.

“You know,” you told him, your words long and slurred. “I could get used to this.”

“What? Me feeding you?”

“Just… spending time with you.”

Mingyu was thankful you were drunk, otherwise you would have heard the booming of his heart as it palpitated from your words. “Really?”

“Yeah. It’s nice.”

“You’re so much nicer when you’re drunk.”

“Hey,” you pouted, eyebrows furrowing in response.

“You’re cute when you’re angry. You know that?”

“I’m not cute.”

“I think you’re cute.”

“I think you’re cute...hic!” Oh, the hiccups. Whenever you got shy or embarrassed, you would start hiccupping. Fortunately, being in your drunken state, you could care less.

“Are you saying you like me?”

You nodded fervently.

“Like, like like me?”

Your head would have rolled off if you nodded any harder, your hair falling in front of your face. Mingyu looked at you tenderly, his hand tucking a stray hair behind your ear. Your eyes softened, contrary to the usual glare you would give him. Without thinking, you leaned in, your face quickly closing the gap between the two of you. “Are we about to kiss right now?”

Mingyu chuckled. “Alright, no more drinks, time to get you home.”

“I don’t want to go home.”

“Well, you have to.” Mingyu took your cup and spoon and threw it in the trash. He helped you up and the two of you got into his car. It took him a while to get your address out of you, eventually resorting to Seungcheol for a response. The drive home was quiet, both of you lost in your thoughts. It was hard to believe what you had said to him earlier. Did you really like him? Or were you just saying nonsense because you were drunk?

As nice as it was to hear these words from you, he would only take them at face value. If you meant anything you said, he’d want to hear it from you when you weren’t five shots of Hennessy and two beers in.

“We’re here,” he spoke softly. When you didn’t respond, he turned to find you asleep, your head resting on the window. He got out of the car and came around to your side, opening the door as slowly as possible so you wouldn’t come flying out. Your body flopped into his arms, and he rearranged himself so you were on his back.

Seungcheol came downstairs to open the door for you two and show Mingyu where you kept your spare key.

“Thanks, man,” Mingyu told him.

“No problem. Text me if you need anything.” Seungcheol waved him off, returning to his own apartment where his girlfriend was waiting for him.

“Shit,” Mingyu huffed. “Maybe I should have asked him to open the door first.”

“Stupid,” you mumbled, half-asleep, but still slightly conscious.

A small chuckle left Mingyu’s lips. There was that same feisty energy you always had.

Finally, he was able to unlock the door to your apartment, the interior a stark contrast to the rest of your aesthetic. It was full of earthy tones, from the beige walls, to your tan comforter and matching pillows, it was very warm compared to your usual persona you showed the rest of the world. Mingyu set you down gently on your bed, a groan coming from the depths of your chest as you shoved your face into the pillow. Mingyu searched your apartment for a towel to wipe down your face with — it was the least he could do without overstepping his boundaries, you would just have to deal with waking up in a rough state in the morning.

Sunlight trickled through your blinds, hitting your eyes just perfectly (as in, it was blinding the shit out of you) when you woke up. Last night had been a bit of a blur, though you tried to put together bits and pieces. On your bedside table, your phone was plugged in and at 100% battery. You pulled the charger out to check your messages, just one from Seungcheol asking how you were.

Not one to enjoy texting, you called him.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” his hoarse voice teased from the other end. He had probably just woken up, too, judging by the raspiness in his voice.

“Shut up,” you told him.

“How’s the hangover?”

“I feel like shit, but it’s not the worst hangover I’ve ever had.”

“Drink some water,” he nagged. He was a couple years older than you which meant he felt the need to act like an older brother sometimes, and you couldn’t say you appreciated it much.

“Okay, mom. Thanks for taking care of me last night.”

“What?”

“What? Didn’t you bring me back last night?”

Seungcheol’s laughter was bad news. You could only imagine what was to come out of his mouth next. “All I did was let Mingyu into the building and show him where your key was.”

“You did what?”

“Why do you sound so surprised? Aren’t you two dating or is that just a fuck ton of repressed sexual tension?”

“Shut the fuck up.”

If you had the energy to storm up to his apartment, you absolutely would have, and you would have ended him right then and there.

“Look,” he continued. “All I’m saying is that y’all got something going on.”

“That’s none of your business.” You weren’t sure if you were angry, annoyed, or embarrassed because maybe, just maybe, he was right. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you hung up on your friend. “I hate him.”

You sat up in your bed, hunched over from the slight stomach ache and soreness in your muscles. Blurred memories of the previous started flooding back, including the ones of your confession to him, though you couldn’t quite make out what exactly was said or what the response was. On your bedside table, where your phone had previously been, was a cup of water and a small note.

Make sure you drink the whole glass and take some painkillers for the headache.

There was no name at the bottom, but you knew Mingyu had written it based off of Seungcheol’s words. You pulled yourself out of bed to take a cold shower. The goal was to clear your mind of Mingyu, but as the droplets of water hit your face, he was the only thing you could think about. For so long, you had denied any and all feelings for him because you were afraid. Afraid of letting your walls down, afraid of being vulnerable with someone and afraid of having your world completely shattered just as it had been in your last relationship.

But there was something comforting about Mingyu, something that made you feel safe while also courageous to let your guard down again for the first time in a long time. You stepped out of the shower with a new resolve, ready to love face him and your feelings.

Your hands shook as you put on a fresh band t-shirt and a pair of denim shorts. You couldn’t be bothered to put on your usual white t-shirt, dark denim jeans, and leather jacket, not in this near 100 degree weather. Your bike was nowhere to be seen, which meant it was still at the shop. Great. Well, it didn’t matter because you were headed there anyway. The only option you had was to take the bus which you absolutely hated, because, well, you hated people. But between that and walking, it was your best choice.

As you neared the ice cream parlor, your breath grew shorter, the palpitations in your chest growing at an increasing speed. You paused, staring at your bike out in front, exactly where you had left it yesterday. Maybe you shouldn’t do this. Maybe this was a bad idea. Besides, you couldn’t exactly remember what you had said to Mingyu last night, nor what his response was. What if you confessed everything and he rejected you? But why would he take you home? He wasn’t an asshole though, you told yourself, so even if he did reject you, maybe he only took care of you out of pity.

“You know what? I’ll just grab my bike and walk it to the nearest gas station and leave,” you whispered under your breath. “Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good. Just go grab it real quick. He’s probably busy, so he’ll never see me.”

You took big strides to the motorcycle, being careful not to look inside the shop, though your curiosity nearly got the best of you.

Inside, Mingyu was talking to his friend/Seungcheol’s girlfriend when you entered his line of sight. He watched you curiously, your steps hurried and frantic, his face lighting up since he knew you would show up at some point.

“Did you text her?” his friend asked.

“No, but I figured she’d have to come get her motorcycle at some point,” he replied. She nodded, knowing full well how much you and her boyfriend depended on getting around the city on your beloved bikes.

“Where is she going?”

Mingyu looked out the window again, having been briefly distracted by an error on the cash register. “I… don’t know.”

“You should go check—” she told him, but he was already out the door, calling out your name.

You froze, chills running down your spine. Shit. Nothing ever went as planned whenever it had anything to do with Mingyu, though secretly, maybe that’s exactly what you wanted.

“How are you feeling?” he asked you.

“Um, fine,” you replied sheepishly.

He wasn’t sure what to say or what to do, so he stood there, the two of you basking in a familiar, yet still uncomfortable, silence.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “So, do you have anything to say to me?”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“No?”

He raised his eyebrow in curiosity. “Do you remember anything from last night?”

“No.” Yes. Kind of.

“Interesting.”

“What?”

“Nothing,” he said, a smug grin forming on his face. God, he was so hot, but so annoying.

You absolutely despised how he could make your blood boil yet also make your heart beat faster than you’ve ever experienced. Time slowed as the two of you stood there awkwardly, just staring at each other like cowboys in a bad Hollywood Western showdown.

“What do you want from me?”

“Nothing.” Why wouldn’t he just answer you? You didn’t come here to play games. In fact, it took a lot of courage to even come here in the first place, and you weren’t exactly sure what it was, but something inside you snapped.

“You know what, Mingyu? I’m so tired of you. I'm so tired of walking around on eggshells with you that I finally found the courage to come here and tell you how I feel. But then you decide it’s funny to mess with me? Haven’t you had enough?”

“What are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that I came here because I like you, Mingyu,” you blurted. You were huffing and puffing when the realization that you just confessed your feelings to him washed over you. Mingyu did nothing but smile, his body coming closer with every step he took.

“You said it, not me,” he said.

“Stop right there.”

“So, you’ll go out with me, right? Officially?”

“I’ll go on....dates,” you said, suddenly shy. “With you.”

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing this whole time?”

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

“Just,” you sighed. “Kiss me, you idiot.”

You didn’t have to say it twice because Mingyu was already grabbing you by the waist, pulling you in until your noses were smushed together.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he whispered to you.

Just this once, you were willing to say it out loud. “I have, too.”

[antiloreolympus]

10 Anti LO Asks

1. I do not get why the colors are so oversaturated. persephone is so hard to even look at because she's just one shade of neon pink, and it really doesnt help rachel seems to think dull backgrounds help? that only makes the contrast even more intense and makes it even harder to look at. there used to be such a strong grasp of color harmony but that's been gone for so long now that I doubt it'll ever come back. Even her non-comic art now is the overly bright, wonky style. What a downgrade.

2. I don't get why we're supposed to be against Minthe when she once slapped Hades (which came out of nowhere and is OOC) yet we're supposed to laugh at Hekate slapping him during a moment which seems to imply it's a common occurrence between the two. Surely his "best friend" wouldn't physically assault him in the same way that sours his relationship to another person for good right? RS flip flops a lot on what's ok for some but bad for others, but the anti Minthe angle for everything is ridiculous

3. I dount RS even knows she's doing this but the fact her Persephone is idolized for her youth/beauty/fertility and nothing else (especially compared to older women like Demeter, Leto, Minthe, etc who "lost it" when they got older or ever had those "desired" traits to begin with) has deeply misogynistic implications to it. RS can claim all she wants it's a pro feminist story, but even a basic look into it makes it seem like it's a very regressive, conservative piece masquerading as "progressive"

4. I feel like no one really talk about how the actual SA in comic was depicted really voyeuristically? Like there's so many panels of her being groped and emphasizing her body, still always making a point to show how "sexy" she while she's literally being assaulted. It doesn't help afterwards the comic again and again makes a point of sexualizing her (esp from Hades' POV) w/o her consent. RS says she wants to give her "agency", but she sure seems determined to make sure Persephone never has it.

From OP: I can’t really see the SA scene as sexualized. I think I get what you’re referring to but I think it’s just meant to show what Apollo was doing which makes it more disturbing to read. I do agree with the rest though.

5. It's so stupid how fast RS reverses any stakes in comic, making any sort of tension just non existent. just off the characters who were shown to dislike hades/be disapproving of him wanting to get with persephone (hera, eros, hekate, etc) they just get over it in about an hour, maybe a day at most to now blindly support it ad want them together. like seriously? RS is trying to sell us theyre a couple going against all the odds when only like, two people don't approve. what are they overcoming?

6. any LO theory we see now is just people debating on how, when, and how many babies persephone will give hades and that's about it. does she really have nothing else going for her beyond what she can give to a man who is doing nothing to accommodate or compromise for her? Does her sexual trauma not matter when Hades needs babies? Oh, and PS to any LO fas reading this, Hades and Persephone didn't have kids in the myths, especially not Dionysus. JFC.

7. Something that gets overlooked i feel is that despite Hera being the worst to Minthe, Minthe still told her friend not to mess with Hera when Thetis was sending dick pics to Hera. TO ADD SALT TO THAT HERA WAS KISSING HADES right after their fight and probably sometime when Minthe and hades were together.

I’m not saying Minthe is a done nothing wrong character but she is a far more likeable character than the cast members were supposed to be rooting for

8. what I dont get is you get lo fans saying it has to be uncritically praised because "we need a woman's voice to be heard!" like ... ok, lets hear what actual greek women have to say on the mythology and raise them up, not some random new zealander who is butchering a real country's culture and stories to tell her weird 50 shades/sleeping beauty rip off. idk how to tell them making a privileged white lady even richer with her capitalist bootlicking, status quo praising work isnt subversive lmao

9. What I find frustrating is LO fans say the art decline is just "style progression" and the culture of webcomics is more about speed but 1) stop marketing it off its "great art" then of it doesnt match up but 2) that undersells how many other webtoon creators, often just by themselves, create beautiful episodes every week while rachel has a 4-5 art team and its only gotten worse in quality. Objectively she has become a worse artist. especially when you see her older art. It's harsh but true.

10. I think some people act as if it's impossible to put "contradictory" colors next to each but that's not the case, it just requires a little more work. Case in point, the idea of Persephone with red eyes isn't inherently bad, the problem is it's very obvious Rachel just picks colors at random instead of googling color palettes (and yes, pink and red can work!), hence why it looks bad. It's actually possible to pair basically every color together, but Rachel just doesn't put the effort into it.

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Jurdan Headcanon (Jude Duarte and Cardan Greenbriar)

I’ve also published this on ao3 if you’d rather read it there, here’s the link. I’m making this a full series (Cardan in the Mortal World).

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 2.5

Chapter 3

Previous Chapter (Chapter 4)

Cardan in the Mortal World (Chapter 5)

Neon Explosions, Mole-hunting and Spontaneous Revolutions

Jude is annoyed at Cardan. Yes, as usual. He said he'd quickly change into an appropriate outfit for their arcade date today and it's been 45 minutes. The sound of her boots irritatedly tapping the floor sounds deafening in their quiet apartment. She's decided that she's giving him another thirty seconds, and if he's not here by then, she's dragging him out. Even if he doesn't have time to add glitter to his cheeks (this seems like a lose-lose situation to her, but one must make sacrifices).

Their door slams open. Jude is about to scold him for doing that, again, when she simply freezes. She has no words for his outfit and so, she responds by bursting out laughing. He raises his eyebrows confusedly and she simply laughs harder. His lips are starting to pout in his usual annoyed fashion.

"May I also be privy to whatever it is that amuses you so?" he asks, crossing his arms, full-on pouting now.

"It's just- your outfit- oh god," Jude tries to answer between laughs but is entirely unable to.

"What's wrong with my attire?" He looks down at the neon pink crop top he's wearing and the neon yellow pants to match. "You informed me that it would be dark in this are-kade of yours, hence I am attired in bright colours." He looks back up at her and furrows his eyebrows at her. "Is it not to your liking?"

Jude rolls her eyes and smiles (her usual reaction to Cardan. She'll call it irritation but Cardan knows it is fondness, and okay, maybe a little irritation too). She walks past him saying, "It's perfectly fine, let's go." He steals a kiss and looks so satisfied with himself, Jude has to smile condescendingly at his stupidity (it is certainly not loving or affectionate, whatever do those words even mean?).

She holds his hand the whole way there, because he'd get lost otherwise, of course. He swings their hands a little and stares at everyone on the Subway. He's getting a lot of stares himself. He's grinning because he can see Jude snarling at everyone that's staring a little too much at his exposed torso.

"This is it," Jude proclaims, standing with her hands on her hips, staring up at the arcade (it's not that easy to navigate a realm you don't even live in, even if you're born there).

The arcade is gorgeous on the inside. It is lit up with pink and blue and yellow lights from the screens and neon strips on the walls. There's laughter and shouts floating on the air. And Cardan is staring with his mouth open. His eyes are darting from the arcade around them to Jude as if he cannot quite decide what looks more interesting (Jude. Is. Not. Blushing.)

They walk up to the counter to get the coins. Cardan speaks to the person manning the counter before Jude can. "Are you the ruler of this kingdom? I must admit, from one ruler to another, it is a splendid kingdom. Do you have coloured suns to create the light?"

The person looks stunned. They say, "Are you a cospla-"

"No, we just need 50 tokens please," Jude interjects, glaring at Cardan, who looks entirely pleased with himself (he always does). The person gives them the tokens and takes the money, still staring confusedly as Cardan's outfit, wondering how one looks this distinguished in a neon crop top (it's the straight back and infuriatingly high tilt of his head) (Jude will never admit it out loud but she loves that she's the only one he'll bend his head for) (He bends and places a kiss on her cheek right then and Jude wonders if he's telepathic) (In reality, she was just squeezing the life out of his hand as she was lost in thought and he just wanted to get her to stop).

"Oh! They have hunting here too. I would like to attempt that sport first," Cardan decides. Jude sighs, internally resigning herself to all the ways Cardan is going to misunderstand everything.

"Cardan...those aren't real moles, so it isn't hunting. But yes, you can try Whack-A-Mole first."

"Jude, give that metal feed to me, I want to feed this beast myself, so it can form a bond with me. Perhaps that will help me win," he says, taking the tokens from her and dropping them in the game himself.

Cardan is fantastic at Whack-A-Mole. He looks delighted with himself. And Jude is so proud. She watches each of his savage whacks and forcibly restrains herself from swooning. His eyes are alight with adrenaline and excitement and the light from the game and when he finishes the game, Jude kisses him so strongly, he loses balance for a moment. He's wide-eyed and his lips are still holding onto the smile from winning the game and his lips are smeared with Jude's black lipstick.

"Come on, let's go to the next game," Jude says stalking off. Her heart isn't racing and her mind isn't fuzzy. Her heart isn't floating and her mind isn't exploding. Her heart isn't full of sunshine and her mind isn't full of fireworks. But even she cannot deny that she's smiling uncontrollably.

They try out a racing game next. This time, it's Jude against Cardan. "This mode of transport is unreliable! And it simply does not make sense! Why does it have a wheel instead of reins?! This- this is injustice!" Cardan is shouting as he crashes into everything and Jude is gleefully laughing at him. She's beating him by 2 laps or so.

By the end of it, Jude is flushed with adrenaline. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are nearly pink. Cardan, on the other hand, is frowning and pouting, while trying not to look like he's pouting. She giggles at the expression on his face and he gets more and more pouty until, he simply cannot not smile at the sight of Jude laughing (even if it is at him). It is as rare as a calm pixie and as beautiful as...well, there is simply nothing worthy enough to compare it to. He basks in the sound, as one would bask in the light of a glorious sunset. It calms him in ways that nothing ever has. And it simultaneously makes his shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous heart feel perfectly whole.

The next game they try, is a fighting game. Cardan is surprisingly good at it.

"I want this tiny metal weapon," Cardan chooses.

"[i]You're[/i] choosing a gun?" Jude asks, shocked.

"I am," he says, and he does. He also absolutely destroys all the monsters he is supposed to be fighting. He looks proud, and not in an overwhelmingly joyful way, but in a quiet, thoughtful way. And Jude...well, she understands. All his life he's been beaten and taunted and belittled for not being a good enough fighter and this one game, small though it may be, is probably his first time winning a fight.

Jude squeezes his hand and stares fiercely at him. He smiles softly at her and leans close, gently caressing her cheek. "Thank you, my darling god. I must confess, I am entirely charmed by this bizarrely lit are-kade of yours." Jude feels tears prick her eyes of frustration prick her eyes, because she loathes the people who hurt him, and she loves him so much, sometimes her heart cannot contain the feeling.

***

"I beg you, my sweet villain. I will offer you anything in return. Just accept my offer please," Cardan says, desperately trying to convince Jude to play Dance Dance Revolution with him.

"Okay, okay. I will cash in on that offer later, be prepared," she replies, threateningly.

"I await the day with pleasure. But now, let us dance up a revolution," he says, grinning.

Neither one of them are particularly good at this type of dancing and they keep whacking each other with elbows and hands and shoulders. But Cardan is laughing and Jude is unnecessarily focused on trying to win the game and everything is perfectly splendid with our favourite faerie-mortal couple.

Next Chapter (Chapter 6)

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