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[desifugo]

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[rose24207]

Hey can you write one where reader and bf lando are at a club and she's getting carried away with her friends and max f . Lando saying he misses her. Something like that

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Summary: Lando feels overlooked as you get carried away with friends at the club, but after expressing that he misses you, the two of you reconnect and focus on each other for the rest of the night.

Genre: fluff

TW: None!

A/N: took me tbh a little while to figure out how to write that but I did it!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

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The bass from the speakers pulsed through the packed club, the rhythm vibrating in your chest. It was a Friday night, and the place was alive with energy. Strobe lights flashed across the room, casting fleeting glimpses of the crowd. You were surrounded by your friends, laughing and swaying to the music, a drink in hand. Max Fewtrell had been making ridiculous jokes all night, keeping you and the rest of the group in stitches.

Lando was nearby, leaning against the bar. His dark jeans and black shirt clung perfectly to him, the top button undone to reveal a hint of his toned chest. He nursed his drink, his eyes tracking you through the crowd.

He loved seeing you happy, but tonight, something was off.

You were lost in the moment, your laughter blending with the music as Max draped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into another one of his jokes. Lando’s lips pressed into a thin line as he watched. It wasn’t jealousy, exactly. He trusted you—and Max, for that matter. But watching you have so much fun without him stirred something in his chest, something he couldn’t quite put into words.

As another song began to play, you grabbed Max’s hand and pulled him toward the dance floor. A couple of your girlfriends followed, cheering you on as you let loose. Lando’s brows furrowed as he watched you dance, your movements uninhibited, your smile brighter than the flashing lights.

You hadn’t looked his way in a while.

Finishing his drink, he set the glass down a little harder than necessary. He wasn’t used to feeling invisible, especially when it came to you. Normally, you were glued to his side at places like this, your hand in his, your head resting on his shoulder when the night got too loud.

Tonight, though, you were caught up in the whirlwind of your friends.

He pushed off the bar and made his way through the crowd, his hands tucked into his pockets. He stopped at the edge of the dance floor, watching you. His expression softened as he saw the way you moved, your hair swaying with each beat. You looked free, carefree in a way that made his heart ache.

But still, he couldn’t shake the feeling.

He waited for you to notice him, to turn and smile and reach for him like you always did. But you didn’t.

Lando exhaled slowly, his jaw tightening. Maybe he was being unreasonable. You deserved to have fun with your friends, and he didn’t want to be the clingy boyfriend who couldn’t handle sharing your attention for one night.

But damn, did he miss you.

“Oi, Norris!” Max’s voice cut through the music as he noticed Lando lingering. “What are you doing standing there? Come join us!”

Lando shook his head, forcing a small smile. “I’m good, mate.”

Max shrugged and turned back to you, twirling you around as the song reached its peak. Your laughter rang out, and for a moment, Lando’s chest tightened.

He couldn’t just stand there anymore.

“Hey,” he called, stepping closer. His voice was soft but firm, cutting through the noise just enough for you to hear.

You turned, your smile faltering when you saw the look on his face. “Lando! What’s wrong?”

“Can we talk?”

Your brows knitted together, concern flashing in your eyes. “Of course.”

He reached for your hand, his fingers curling around yours as he guided you off the dance floor. You followed him without hesitation, the buzz of the club fading into the background as he led you to a quieter corner near the back.

“What’s going on?” you asked, tilting your head to look at him.

Lando hesitated, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. He wasn’t great at voicing his feelings, especially when they made him feel vulnerable. But he also knew he couldn’t keep this bottled up.

“I miss you,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your eyes widened slightly. “What? I’m right here.”

He gave you a small, rueful smile. “Yeah, but it doesn’t feel like it. You’ve been with everyone else all night. I just… I miss you. Us.”

Your heart sank as his words hit you. You hadn’t realized how much time you’d spent caught up with your friends, how little attention you’d given him tonight.

“Oh, Lando,” you said softly, stepping closer. “I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

He shrugged, trying to play it off, but the vulnerability in his eyes was clear. “It’s fine. I just… I wanted to spend some time with you, that’s all.”

Guilt tugged at you as you reached up to cup his cheek. “I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

He leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment. “I get it. I don’t want to stop you from having fun. I just—”

“You’re allowed to want my attention,” you interrupted gently. “And I should’ve noticed. I should’ve made more time for you tonight.”

He opened his eyes, meeting your gaze. “You don’t have to feel bad. I just… I wanted to be close to you.”

You smiled softly, your heart aching at the honesty in his voice. “I’m here now. Just you and me.”

Lando’s shoulders relaxed slightly, the tension easing as you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He sighed against your mouth, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer.

When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know I’m not good at this stuff,” he murmured.

“You’re doing just fine,” you reassured him, your fingers brushing through his curls. “I love you, Lando. And I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to compete for my attention tonight.”

His smile widened, the light in his eyes returning. “I love you too. Just… stay with me for a bit?”

“Always,” you promised, lacing your fingers with his.

Together, you returned to the dance floor, but this time, Lando didn’t let go of your hand. You stayed by his side, swaying to the music with him, your world narrowing to just the two of you.

Thank you for reading!

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[koqabear]

Hiii congrats on 2k sol obsessed with everything you write!!!!💓 Could I request revisiting emo boy? Like what their relationship is like after and dates and how sex is like? Maybe beomgyu’s band really blows up and he’s quite busy, how does oc respond to this? And with smut? Tysm!!💝

playlist // beomgyu's encore outfit hehe // cont. of hey emo boy!

 “The day of your one-year anniversary with Beomgyu was expected to be spent away from each other— but not if either of you can help it, far too in love to let anything get in the way of you two.”

bassist!beomgyu x fem!reader // wc: 6.6K (everyone stfu rn) // genre: band au, opposites attract trope, established relationship, smut, tooth rotting fluff tbh, MDNI.

warnings: they are in love and it’s fucking GROSS!! barely edited, the two have hella piercings hehe (bg: snake bites, tongue, eyebrow // mc: smiley & nipple piercings) pet names (sweet thing, pretty, etc.) use of the L word bc they are literally obsessed w/ each other.

smut warnings: hard dom! gyu, sub!mc, needy sex sorry 😖, marking, manhandling, dry humping, biting, breast play, possessiveness, unprotected sex, bg picks the mc up, scratching, dacryphilia, dumbification, a lot of kissing lol, degrading, slight praise, fingering, creampie, cum eating…? lmk if i should add anything !

Notes: happy (late) birthday to the fic that’s probably my peak… this story single handedly changed the course of my blog me thinks. thank you to everyone who was just as affected by emo gyu as i was. 

Being in a committed relationship with Choi Beomgyu, bassist of Tomorrow x Together and an absolute unattainable heartthrob, was not very easy. 

It was at first; with their blossoming career, it was more about the music than their looks. Fans were loyal simply because they liked their sound, their message, the way their concerts were filled with such energy and passion it left their hearts beating with adrenaline after— but of course, it’s hard to not notice the absolute eye candy on stage; low-lidded gazes, dark stage lights that barely highlighted their stunning features, and clothing that was just as alluring and flattering as the rest of them; inevitably, their popularity sky-rocketed, for better and for worse. 

Beomgyu was left with more money than he knew what to do with. Most of the time, it was used to spoil you, his pretty girlfriend he brought with him everywhere because he was just too obsessed with you— it made his band members wonder if he simply had attachment issues by how much his world revolved around you. But no, you were just as bad as him; present during rehearsals, always in the studio to cheer them on or give them a second opinion on a new song; it wasn’t long before you ended up befriending the rest of them as well, a tight bond forming simply because of all the things you went through together. 

As unfortunate as it was, they weren’t the only ones forced to bear with negative and hateful encounters from the public; while they had their experiences of being mistreated early in their career, you had to deal with immature or creepy fans that had taken a liking to harass you— inboxes on all social media platforms flooded constantly, your number even leaked once as you were forced to buy a new phone all together from how badly you were being spammed— Beomgyu had been quick to lash out and tell them to leave you alone if they didn’t want a lawsuit on their hands. 

Overtime, they adjusted to their popularity. Schedules slowly became filled to the brim, their dream now a reality as they spent months on tour— and while you were more than happy and proud of them and their flourishing career, it’d be a lie to say it was all one happy and perfect life. 

You hadn’t seen Beomgyu in ages— decades, centuries, eons— in other words, two weeks. 

The band had more interviews and performances than you could keep up with; if they weren’t on some random talk show, they were at a photoshoot, getting interviewed for the next issue of a magazine you’d undoubtedly have on your coffee table the day it came out. Promotions, nights at the studio, it all added up— and before you knew it, your one year anniversary began to creep up, and all hopes to celebrate it properly dwindled down in your heart— but, having him here with you today was enough. 

You didn’t blame Beomgyu; you weren’t angry or upset, because it was simply something neither of you could control. And though it did suck knowing you wouldn’t be able to spend such a meaningful day together, it felt a little better to know that you weren’t the only one hung up on it. 

On the contrary— you think Beomgyu might be handling this worse than you. 

“Baby, baby please,” he cries, refusing to let go of you and cuddling closer to you instead, a mess of tangled limbs and blankets as he cups your face fondly, “pleaaase I know you said I shouldn’t feel bad but please come on tour with us this week, I think I’ll seriously die if you’re not here this time.”

“Gyu, baby, I really shouldn’t—” you say quietly, only to get cut off by his excessive whining and teary eyes. His bottom lip is jutted out in a ridiculous pout, squeezing your cheeks and holding back a smile at the way your lips puff out as a result; you attempt to push him off you, only for him to retaliate by rolling entirely on top of you, a loud squeal escaping you at the feeling of his weight pressing you into the mattress, his stupid face hovering over yours as he continues to plead you quietly. 

“Pleaaseee?” he whines, pressing his flat palms against your cheeks and getting your lips to puff out again; he ignores your half-hearted protests for him to get the fuck off, choosing to punctuate his every word with a kiss instead, his piercings a sharp contrast to his plump lips that crash against you with every word. 

“Please?” kiss. “Won’t you,” kiss. “come with us?” another kiss. 

“Please. Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease—” 

He’s practically suffocating you at this point, refusing to pull away and mumbling the words against your lips, laughs breaking between the two of you as you yell at him to get off, that you can barely breathe with him on top of you; you’re pushing at his shoulders weakly as he continues to tease you, your unabashed laugh contagious as he quickly finds himself smiling as well— he only pulls away once he hears you yell a loud fuck, okay! Hovering over you with bright eyes and a wide grin. 

His arms snake around your waist before he’s rolling over, successfully switching so that you’re the one on top of him— he ignores the loud and exaggerated sigh of relief you let out. 

“It won’t make much of a difference though,” you say quietly, hiding in the crook of his neck as you confess your doubts, “You’ll be too busy and exhausted the whole day, I really don’t want me to be added to your list of concerns.”

You went on tour with him, once— but you learned it was better off to not be anywhere backstage with him during those times, the boy too concerned and constantly doting on you to remain focused; any mistakes he made hitting much harder, a subconscious pressure to be perfect and give his all only trifolded by your presence.

“What? No,” he says immediately, sitting back on his elbows and causing you to look up at him in response; his brows are furrowed and he seems a bit baffled by your comment, shaking his head adamantly to emphasize his point, “I like having you there. I know you like being there, I want you there— I wouldn’t be asking you to come with me if I thought you were a burden.”

He managed to pull out the exact words you were trying to skirt around— your face heats up at his reassurance, much too intimidated by the intensity of his gaze as you bury your face into his chest instead; his chest bounces from the laugh he lets out, flopping onto his back once more and hugging you close, bodies pressed flush against each other and one of his legs thrown around your waist in a childish attempt to pull you even closer. 

“Plus, don’t you wanna visit Europe with me?” he asks, a teasing lilt to his voice as he feels you nod shyly; he knows just how much you enjoy the travel aspect to his career, constantly asking for pictures or to facetime while he’s gone, “I wanna show you all my favorite spots this time, and not through some glitchy facetime— I wanna spend time with you, sweet thing.”

“Ugh, shut up,” you groan, hitting his chest weakly as he simply laughs at you softly, “you’re so corny.”

“You love it,” he coos, rubbing a soothing hand up and down your back, biting back a smile at the way he can feel your breath even out— you remain silent. Partly because you’re falling asleep from his touch, and partly because he’s right. 

⤬⤬⤬ 

Europe is breathtaking— you’ve never been so grateful for Beomgyu’s stubborn, persistent mind. 

The tour has gone as perfect as always, spending a few days at their shows before you simply resigned to stay at the hotel instead; after seeing that Beomgyu was so distracted trying to look for you during a show that he missed his cue (and played the notes wrong to another song) you found it better to wait for him and see him after instead— ready to help him wind down and relax after another energetic, adrenaline-inducing show. 

Most nights consisted of you practically carrying him to the bathtub; cooing soft reassurance as he whined about how tired and sore he felt, shampooing his hair, massaging his scalp and tense shoulders— most of the time, he’d fall asleep then and there, and it’d be another hassle to wake him up and get him out. You’d lure him out of the tub and wait for him to change into your matching pajamas— hello kitty ones, his idea, not yours—  and greet him in the bed with a warm embrace and lips that peppered kisses all over his face.

It was during these moments you found humor in the contrast of his stage persona to his true self; from his usual attire, chokers and ripped clothes, wardrobe consisting of black and multiple piercings that decorated his ears and face, your thumb brushing over his newest eyebrow piercing fondly— versus the man that slept soundly in your arms now, long hair tied back and cute pink barrettes clipping back his bangs, donned in hot pink fuzzy pajamas— and you’re sure that if his band members saw him like this, they’d never stop teasing him. 

You didn’t have to wait long to confirm that thought; Beomgyu didn’t bother changing as he met up with the others in Yeonjun’s room for breakfast the next morning, tugging you along and remaining unfazed at the way his band members burst out laughing the moment he entered the room— you felt a bit bad at the way you found yourself laughing as well, even more so because you’re the only reason he’s found himself dressed like this. (But again, he was the one who bought these clothes in the first place.)

“Happy anniversary, you two,” Yeonjun muses, smiling at the way you’re the only one who seems to process that, chirping out a cheery thank you! as you proceed to drag Beomgyu to the couch, “I feel bad that we have a concert today, ___. As vomit-inducing as it is seeing you two, you do deserve to spend the day together.”

“It’s okay,” you immediately say, brushing his teasing comment off and holding back a smile at the way Beomgyu is still struggling to gain consciousness, more tired than you thought as he simply stares at his waffles for a moment before finally digging in, “at least he’s spending the day doing something he loves.”

“Gross,” Hueningkai says, scrunching his nose playfully before laughing at the glare you send him, “you two are so mushy, it’s painful.”

The rest of the day leading up to the concert is spent peacefully; once Beomgyu has gained enough coherence to fight back against the member’s jabs, he’s pulling you away to show you new sights and stores he discovered from his previous visits, spoiling you beyond belief and buying anything you look at for a second too long; you end up with more bags than you know what to do with, and Beomgyu refuses to let you carry a single one as he proceeds to take you one of his go-to restaurants, as he told you; saying he’s been wanting to bring you here since the moment he found it, smiling brightly when he sees you enjoying the food as much as he did.

To say he’s reluctant to leave you to go to the concert venue is an understatement; you think he might start crying at any given moment as he stares at you with shining eyes, unable to let go of your hand as he stands by the door of the hotel room— not quite ready to leave yet, but knowing that he must eventually as he chooses to bring you in for another slow, loving kiss instead. 

“Are you sure you’re not coming tonight?” he asks you, trying to hide the sadness in his voice and failing miserably.

“And make you fuck up your setlist? I don’t think so,” you try to joke, only to panic slightly at the way his eyes gloss over; your hand immediately jumps up to cup his face, laughing softly at his expression as he simply pouts at you ridiculously. 

“Hey, hey, it’s alright,” you grin, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips before you lean over to his ear, voice dropping to nothing but a whisper as you let your lips brush against his ear, “I’ll have a nice surprise for you tonight, so you better give your best show out there, okay?”

The low lilt of your voice is enough to have him perking up immediately; mouth parted slightly as he stares at you, unsure of what else to do but nod pathetically, knowing he won’t be able to control himself if he thinks about what you might have in store for too long. 

With one last chaste kiss, he’s leaving— and only because Soobin was pounding at the door, telling him they’d be late if he didn’t go out this instant— you think he might start crying as he gives you one last pouty glance, waving to you sadly before he slips out the door. 

You’re left alone, the room suddenly much lonelier and quieter than it was a few seconds ago— and you laugh, checking the time and running to your suitcase to get your makeup and outfit for tonight. 

A revealing shirt, a mini-skirt that’s a bit alarmingly short— you’re pulling out a sparkling, pink outfit like it’s nothing, throwing it all on and doing your makeup as you check the time absentmindedly; your phone lights up while you’re in the middle of doing so, and a notification reads that the staff are waiting for you outside to take you to the venue once you’re ready. 

Beomgyu loves performing knowing you’re in the audience more than anything; it’s something he’s made blatant to you, knowing that despite his mistakes, despite his small distractions, his energy always goes out the roof the moment he spots you there. So you knew how distraught Beomgyu would be to hear that you’re not going to the show tonight despite being able to, but the thought of surprising him is much more enticing than you’d like to admit. 

With one last check of your appearance in the mirror, you grab a jacket before you go; Beomgyu’s favorite oversized zip-up, the clothing item a stark contrast to the rest of your feminine and bright attire— and you smile, adjusting the purse on your shoulder before you’re off to the hotel lobby, where the staff are waiting and ready to escort you safely. 

The venue is almost full by the time you get there; you’re escorted straight to your barricade seats front and center, smiling shyly and waving at fans that seem to recognize you; your face feels hot and you walk faster at the way they get excited at the sight of you, not used to the fame that comes with being Beomgyu’s girlfriend— hell, you really don’t know how Beomgyu does it. 

You’re more than relieved once the concert begins, any attention that still lingered on you immediately getting stolen by the boys that appeared on stage; you winced slightly at the loud screams all around you, unable to help the way you eventually joined in— morphing into another fan in the crowd, the venue much too dark for any of the boys to recognize you just yet. 

They looked stunning in their concert outfits; the professional, matching and dark outfits tailored perfectly to each member, intricate with chains and rosaries and pretty layers. Your eyes widen as you watch Beomgyu walk to his position, taking note of his hair that has now been dyed back to black— you hadn’t realized how long it’d gotten until now, the layers framing his face and falling into his eyes as he goes to push back his bangs with a delicate hand. 

There are no introductions tonight— the music begins immediately, loud and abrasive and making the crowd jump along excitedly, screaming the lyrics and reaching out to try and get one of the members to pay attention to them— on the contrary, you try to remain hidden, looking away and bowing your head every time Beomgyu’s gaze sweeps around your area. 

God, you wish Beomgyu didn’t turn into such a ditz whenever he spotted you in the audience— because then you’d be able to enjoy more of their concerts, addicted to the borderline euphoric feeling you get from attending them, only for it to be multiplied as your eyes catch onto your boyfriend performing, your heart pounding against your chest at the sound of his voice ringing out into the venue— a surge of pride and love fills you as a grin spreads on your face, and it isn’t until you notice a member walking around that you’re able to look away from him.

Looking up, you make eye contact with Hueningkai. 

His mischievous smile and raised brows are immediately returned with a violent shake of your head; telling him to not say anything to Beomgyu, rubbing your hands together pleadingly the moment he glances back at the said man— then he turns to you, sending you a playful wink before he’s off to another section, not without sending you one last teasing grin and a wave; you’re glancing at Beomgyu in a panic, unsure if he’s spotted you, only to be relieved at the sight of him too concentrated on playing to even look up at the crowd.

It isn’t until the encore that they’ve all begun to move around, (save for Taehyun and Soobin, bound to their instruments as they’re resigned to simply wave at the crowd when they can) changed into more comfortable outfits during a small intermission— Beomgyu is decked in baggy jeans and an equally baggy shirt, long hair messy and makeup smudged as he walks along the stage, smiling and waving at fans that reach out for him— he plays his bass so effortlessly as he does, truly mesmerizing as he stops a few times to interact with fans; the sight has your heart fluttering hopelessly. 

But the closer he gets, the more you’re buzzing with nervous energy. Gripping onto the barricade tightly, having stood up long ago with the rest of the fans that are eager to get their attention. Beomgyu’s eyes scan through the crowd thoroughly, smiling cutely and returning hearts until he spots you. 

He freezes entirely. 

He’s no longer playing bass— he’s just standing there, in complete shock as he stares at you. You can only muster to give him a sheepish wave, an uncontrollable grin on your face as you laugh at his dumbfounded expression, trying to yell at him to go back to playing. But he doesn’t, and you’re jumping slightly at the way he takes off his bass and jumps off the stage, security frantically following behind as he rushes over to you.

His hands are on your face and he’s pulling you in for a kiss quicker than you can process; you hear the screams of the crowd around you, but Beomgyu’s got you in his hold so tightly that you’re unable to pull away, left to give in and melt against him as he kisses you for a little longer. Your face feels as though it’s on fire by the time he’s pulled away, his own alight entirely with joy as he grins at you, your head still in his hands as he leans against the barricade excitedly— you think he might just jump over it any moment now.

“You’re here?” he says exasperatedly, eyes scanning you frantically as though he were imagining you, “why didn’t you tell me, you should’ve— I would’ve—”

“Beomgyu,” you cut him off, placing your hands over his and laughing at the way he can only stutter stupidly, brushing his hair behind his ear fondly— watching the way his eyes crinkle cutely as he smiles, your own sweeping over the array of piercings that decorate him, hello kitty earrings glinting under the light— and pry his hands off your face, ignoring the pout he sends you as you scold him instead. “Get back on stage!”

Your words seem to snap him out of his reverie; his head is whipping back to look at the stage, at the way his friends can only laugh at him teasingly and yell at him to get back here— the way Yeonjun yells directly into the mic is slightly embarrassing, shrinking at the way all eyes are on you as the man’s words ring out the venue— Beomgyu, get the fuck back here!

He’s only able to leave with one last chaste kiss— the crowd is screaming at the sight, and you’re resisting the urge to cover your face in weak hopes that it could take all this attention off you— but you’ll bear it, especially with the way Beomgyu mouths a cute I love you! before he’s jumping back on stage. 

The poor boy is unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the night— but on the bright side, there are no missed cues or wrong notes played. He’s just entranced with you for the rest of the encore, his energy seemingly replenished with the way he jams out to the music; mouthing the lyrics even when it’s not his part, maintaining eye-contact with you during songs he knows you’re particularly fond of— and suddenly, the idea of spending his anniversary at a concert isn’t as depressing as it was earlier tonight— because now, he had you by his side. 

⤬⤬⤬

“Beomgyu— Beomgyu please, not here…” you whine, unable to do much but bite your lip and swallow back whines that threaten to escape you, left to Beomgyu’s mercy as he immediately led you to his dressing room after the show— the said man is much too focused on kissing and marking your neck to listen, soft hair brushing against your face as he pulls you flush against him; back pressed against the wall, arched prettily from the way his hands snake around your waist and press your lower half against his— you’re holding back a groan at the way he’s already hopelessly hard against you. 

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d be coming? Hmmm? Just wanted to be a tease? Was this your little surprise?” he asks, biting at your skin and huffing out a laugh at the whine that escapes you; your hands are gripping onto his shirt tightly, fisting it in your hands and wrinkling the material as he lets his teeth sink slightly near your collarbones, “god, you look so good tonight, you’d really expect me to be able to hold myself back?”

His hands are wandering down your waist; over the swell of your ass, fiddling with the hem of your mini-skirt before he’s venturing under it— feeling the way you shiver against him the moment his hands squeeze at the soft flesh, fingers decorated with rings cold against your skin as he comes back up to kiss you. It’s rough and desperate, lip rings scratching as he kisses you with such hunger it leaves you breathless; he grinds his cock desperately against you, eliciting a small gasp from you and allowing him to slip his tongue inside— the piercing that decorates it scrapes along your mouth, unable to help the way your knees weaken at the feeling of him— his touch is everywhere, leaving you dizzy and lightheaded as you can only melt against him, allowing him to press you flush against the wall with his own body; your miniskirt is riding up along your hips as he situates himself between your legs, panties already a mess as he begins to rut his cock into you. 

“Are you sure you want to wait now, pretty?” he asks, looking down at you with low-lidded and fucked out eyes— he punctuates his words with a particularly harsh thrust, laughing at the way you yelp and tighten your hold on him, “I could stop everything right now, send you back to the hotel like this and make you wait, just like you said— is that what you want?”

Oh, he’s cruel— even more so because you’re left shaking your head no deliriously, your mind fogged with such need that your eyes are glossing over at the very thought of not having Beomgyu inside you right now; your voice is pathetic as you plead Beomgyu to finish what he started, throwing a hand over his shoulder and entangling your fingers into his hair as you pull him back into you— he’s more than eager to return the kiss, tilting his head and pressing himself more against you as a hand reaches down to your thigh; grabbing the back of your knee, guiding you to hook it around his waist as he begins to rut into you mindlessly.

“So cute, my pretty girl,” he mumbles against your lips, eyes trailing down your low-cut top to spot his favorite zip-up, a smile tugging at his lips as he merely sends you a cute smile, “did you miss me that much? Already so needy from a little bit of kissing— god, I love you so much…”

You think he’s mostly talking to himself at this point— spewing nothing but filth as his hands shove your shirt over your chest, grinning as he remains impatient enough to not take off a single item of clothing, choosing to push tug your bra down harshly before he’s swooping down to mark your breasts with a cruel smile.

“Looked so fucking hot out there, just made me wanna take you backstage and fuck you there,” he confesses, listening to the choked whine you let out, his pierced tongue playing with your hardened nipples, leaving them swollen and sensitive. He’s looking up at you with doe eyes that contrast greatly with the way he sticks his tongue out for you, letting you watch the way he circles and toys with the cute jewelry he bought for you earlier today, pulling away with a coy smile and leaving them soaked with his spit— he blows softly on them, watching with tentative eyes as you keen at the feeling. 

“God, you know I’ve been wanting to do this every time I see you at one of our shows? To make sure that everyone that looks at you knows just who,” he rolls his hips into you, nice and slow and letting you feel the length of his cock press against you as you flutter your eyes shut from pleasure, “you’re here for?”

“Fuck, gyu,” you pant out, snaking your hands under his shirt and up his back, grabbing at his shoulders and pulling him into you— as if there’s still space between the two of you, as if you’d die if you weren’t touching him at all times, “‘m only yours, only want you…” 

He’s sneaking a hand down to move your panties to the side, the two of you much too desperate to shed off any layers— and as you listen to the clinking sounds of his belt, undoing his jeans and pulling out his hardened cock, you busy yourself by sucking and biting at his neck, listening to his stuttered breaths as you suck and tease at the joint of his neck, his most sensitive spot as you bite at it playfully— you’re only pulling away at the feeling of Beomgyu grabbing at you hair and tugging you away, letting out a baffled laugh at the satisfied look you give him in return. 

“Want everyone to know you’re mine,” you coo out softly, grinding your pussy slowly against Beomgyu’s tip that teases your entrance, your mouth falling open at the feeling of him mirroring the action, running along your folds and swiping at your clit, “all mine, my pretty boy…”

He laughs fondly against your lips at that— bringing you in for a slow kiss, feeling the way your mind goes blank the moment his tip slowing enters you; he’s swallowing a soft moan from you as he bottoms out slowly, keeping himself deep inside and grinding his hips slowly against yours— and he stays there, a tease like always as he watches your brows furrow and your lips pout, telling him softly to move, to do something.

“Mmmh, all yours,” he mumbles softly, pulling out slowly to let you feel the way every vein runs against your walls, clenching and fluttering against his length as he hisses at the feeling, “I’m yours, belong only to you, fuck…”

He’s not able to keep this agonizingly slow pace up for long— as much as he wants to tease you, to have you crying and pleading for him to fuck you stupid, he isn’t fairing that well himself— so it isn’t long before he’s beginning to snap his hips into you, cock curving and aiming for that spot that has your knees buckling, pretty nails digging into Beomgyu’s shoulders and biting at the skin in order to try to stabilize yourself.

“Such a perfect cunt— fuck, ah, just wanna fill you up, wanna see it dripping down those pretty thighs— stupid fucking skirt can’t hide anything, ugh—” his voice is deep and breathy as he continues to talk into your ear, his hands sliding down to the swell of your ass before he’s holding it there— lifting you up, forcing you to hook your legs around his waist as you’re left to his mercy; his chest is pressed flush against yours as he fucks you, and you can only bury your face into his neck to try and muffle your sounds, the rough way you bounce from his thrusts causing your nails to slip and scratch down his back— he hisses at the feeling, only to be spurred by the stinging sensation it leaves behind. 

“So loud, shit,” he laughs meanly, grinning at the way you only bury your face into him more to try and muffle your sounds, “want everyone to hear you? All the staff, the members— I’m sure they’d like to see what a pretty doll you are for me.”

You shake your head at that— but your body gives you away as your cunt clenches around him pathetically, the wet sounds of skin against skin filling the room and undoubtedly filtering outside— but you remain persistent to keep your moans to yourself, choking back on sounds of pleasure as Beomgyu only begins to fuck you rougher; your silence is a challenge, one he’ll gladly take as he begins to roll his hips into you just the way you like it. 

“Come on pretty, I wanna hear you,” he purrs into your ear, a hand snaking around to rub at your clit while the other remains firm on your ass, “don’t you feel good? I can make you feel even better— so, so so good, just let me hear your cute little sounds.”

You’re playing hard to get. And Beomgyu takes absolute pleasure in it, watching the way you shake and dig your nails into him helplessly, your body being wound up from how good he fucks you; your thighs are sticky and shining from your arousal, poorly concealed pleasure only fueling Beomgyu’s ego further as he reaches up to tug your head out from it’s hiding spot.

He thinks he might just cum on the spot; your makeup is ruined, tears of mascara running down your cheeks as you merely let out soft hiccups of moans, your lips parted and brain completely empty as you stare at him— he smiles at you in return, capturing your lips in another kiss as his hand begins to trail down; toying with your breasts, nimble fingers pinching and rolling your nipples as you jolt and whine into his mouth at the sensation. 

“Gyu— gonna— need to, ah…!” the choked whimpers you let out aren’t enough for Beomgyu, and he only slows down at your request; fresh tears stream down your cheeks as you plead softly, breathy voice barely above a whisper as you whine quietly to keep going, don’t stop, please gyu, pleeaaase…. 

“Hmm? What’s that? I can’t hear you, baby,” he murmurs softly against your lips, slowing to nothing but a grind as he presses himself against you— pelvis grinding against your clit, the feeling making you tremble as you dig your nails into his shoulders once more. “Come on sweet thing, tell me what you need.”

You’re telling him— begging, pleading, breathy whimpers and soft cries escaping you as you roll your hips into him, biting your lip and sighing exasperatedly at the way he simply watches you with dark eyes, slowing down until he’s simply bottomed out inside you. 

“What do you want?” he asks softly, breathy voice intertwined with a lilt so sweet you’d almost think he pities you— and by the way he’s looking at you, he just might, swollen lips caught between his teeth to try and suppress a smile. You’re still weak and quiet as you try to voice your wants, looking at him through wet lashes, a pout on your face as your hands run absentmindedly up and down his back.

“Wanna cum?” he coos, pretty hand reaching down to circle and pinch your clit teasingly, “Want me to fuck you? Fill you up? Hmmm?”

All you can do is nod along to his words stupidly— and obviously, it’s the very last thing your boyfriend wants, abandoning your clit and reaching up to grab your face roughly; fingers digging into your cheeks, forced to look at him as he merely glares at you and speaks through gritted teeth. 

“Tell me,” he says, voice sharp and dangerous as he narrows his eyes, “use your words— or, don’t tell me I’ve fucked you dumb already.”

He’s unhooking one of your legs from his waist at that; you’re stumbling slightly, leg too weak to let you stand as you merely cry at him to wait, bringing him closer to you in fear that he might pull out and leave you like this— his fingers still dig into your cheeks as you speak, drool building up at the corners of your pouty lips as you stutter out exactly what you want— what he wants to hear.

“Want you to fuck me, use me— wanna cum, please,” you cry out, eyes squeezing shut as he shakes your head teasingly, as though to say and what else? “Want you to cum inside, baby please, just wanna feel good—”

You’re rambling at this point. But Beomgyu enjoys it nonetheless, telling you to keep going as he begins to move again; slowly at first, allowing you to feel the drag of his thick cock against your walls as your words become stuttered through weak moans, the sight making your boyfriend laugh as he slowly begins to pick up his pace. 

“Like it when I fuck you like this, yeah?” you’re nodding in confirmation to his words; staring at him with pleading eyes, whimpering a soft harder, faster, that the man is immediately obliging as he coos at the way you yelp at the sensation. “Want it harder? Hmmm? Want me to fuck you ‘till you can’t even walk—? Have to carry you out of here, let everyone see the way your sweet cunt is filled up by me?”

All you can do is nod to his words at this point; whimpering a weak yes, yesyesyes, want you to fill me up, use me, more more please—

Everything crashes down on you unexpectedly; your eyes are shutting tight and you think you might just black out as your orgasm hit you suddenly, cunt squeezing and fluttering around Beomgyu’s cock as he groans at the sensation— he lets you ride it out, cooing soft praise into your ear before he’s pulling you in for another kiss; you’re barely able to kiss him back, moaning into his mouth and letting him do whatever he wants with you.

It isn’t long before he’s cumming inside you as well; you’re so tight he can barely move, your cute whimpers and warm cunt guiding him through it as he fucks into you slowly, making sure none of his release slips out as he continues to fuck you, even after he’s become horribly sensitive. Then he’s still, lips still on yours and arms wrapped tightly around you as though he’s afraid to let you go.

“You okay?” he asks quietly after a moment, still lingering close to you, taking in your appearance with tentative eyes. You nod softly, still attempting to catch your breath as you chest heaves against his; he huffs out a soft laugh, caressing your cheek fondly before he’s going to fix your clothes— your mini-skirt remains up on your hips, his cock still bottomed out inside you as he coos about how good you were for him, caressing any skin he can get his hands on (which is a lot, considering your wardrobe) with a smile.

“Pretty girl, so perfect,” he coos, finally pulling out and tucking himself in before he’s going to fix your clothing; not without slipping his fingers inside your cunt one last time, watching with hungry eyes as you curl into him and cry that you’re sensitive— he’s only satisfied after his cum is left snug in your pussy, smiling darkly at the way he brings his fingers up to your mouth for you to clean— you do it without any hesitation, and Beomgyu swears he might just be getting hard again. 

“Love you so much, thank you for coming to see me today,” he says instead, bringing you in for a warm hug and a loving kiss; you merely hum tiredly in response, hands slipping out from his shirt only to be thrown over his shoulders leisurely.

Your face feels hot the moment he’s trying to get the two of you to leave back for the hotel— because your legs are absolutely not cooperating with you. 

“Holy shit, I was joking about that whole fuck you till you can’t walk thing,” he laughs, only to get cut of by the way you hit him in response— he’s letting out an exaggerated whimper at that, rubbing his arm and telling you sorry, sorry baby, with a cute pout.

“Ugh, I don’t want anyone to see me like this, fuck,” you mourn, only for Beomgyu to pull you into his side firmly, sending you a smile that’s not as reassuring as you wish it was. 

“I’m sure no one will notice,” he says simply, swinging the door open and immediately being met with Soobin passing by. 

He slows down at the sight of you two, glancing at your appearances briefly before he keeps walking. 

“Try to keep it down next time please,” he yells out, turning the corner and disappearing from your sight before you can retaliate. You feel slightly mortified by his words, but Beomgyu isn’t affected in the slightest as he leans over to murmur softly into your ear.

“Should we continue this at the hotel, pretty?”

You don’t answer his question. But he already knows the answer, sending you a giddy smile and intertwining his fingers with yours as he leads you to where the staff car is waiting for you two— and you hold back a smile of your own as you trail (limp, kinda) behind him. It’ll be a long night, but you couldn’t ask for a better way to spend your anniversary, no matter how unconventional it is.

[cshfvck]

(𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨) 𝐥𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

genre: NSFW

c/w: none

a/n: hoped you lot missed me x

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

It was a lazy day today, neither of you could be bothered to wake up. The sunrise peaked softly through your curtains, the glow of orange and yellow lighting up the room. Aizawa groaned as his alarm blared, almost ruining the moment, until you felt his fingers run up your back and squeeze your shoulders, almost as if he was a cat, pawing you. The action drew a soft groaned from you, body sore from being on duty with him last night, as well as helping teach 1-a.

Aizawa hands were large and calloused, yet so gentle on your back, tracing scars left on your skin before going back to massage you. His phone had been lazily discarded on the bed, the alarm fading. Sleepy eyes met yours, his grey black eyes always made you weak. Shivers ran along your body, groaning his name quietly as he ran hands down your sides, making you tremble.

Hands squeezed your hips, the sunrise reflecting off both your bodies, reflecting aizawas eyes and making you blush like an idiot. You pushed his hands away and turned to face him, looking unamused and flustered. The black haired man looked at you and groaned as you kicked him playfully and complained, your voice hoarse from yelling last night.

"Be gentle with me.. I'm sore.."

The pleading was music to him, he hummed and nodded slowly before climbing on top of you, hands holding your hips again while his lips met your scarred skin, he was kissing your face and chest. Aizawa soon pulled off though and looked down at you, flipping you over as you huffed but didn't complain, a whine leaving you when he went back to massaging your back.

His hands were warm and just rough enough for it to hurt in a good way. A way that made you twitch and tremble in pleasure. Small noises filled the air, your body reacting to his touch faster than your like to admit. Each sound made aizawa amused, he stopped momentarily and mumbled a quietly apology, his voice also hoarse but naturally raspy, making your face heat up and body react more, feeling yourself grow hard when he squeezed your neck and spoke.

"Sorry love.. One sec.."

He scooted over a little and leaned over to the bedside, grabbing one of his cigarettes and lighting it, putting his things back and smoking as he massaged you. The whole situation made you hard, your member leaking and staining the clean bed with pre. A pretty whimper escaped you as he pressed down on your body again. He knew it wasn't a normal whimper.

With a swift move, a hand locked in your hair, hair wrapping around his fingers as if it was holding onto him. Your neck was strained and back arched from his act, practically drooling as he saw your expression and smirked while taking his cigarette from his mouth, only to bite and mark your neck and snarling quietly*

"Mm.. Need you like you need me, doll.."

The orange glow filled the room still but you were both naked now, slowly and lazily kissing each other, moaning quietly when aizawa grind into you, pulling your body against him to get better friction. He was now also hard, the outline of his cock visible inside his pants. You both knew this wouldn't be like your usual rough sessions.

Hands roamed your body, tugging down your boxers. His hand was warm as it wrapped around you, a moan echoing in the room. You bucked your hips up into his hand, your sounds pathetic and needy for him, him only. Only aizawa could see this side of you.

He took a drag of the cigarette before looking down at how you were trembling and almost crying from just his hand, his thumb tracing your tip and collecting the pre that beaded at the slit, the sinful pearly colour coating his thumb pad. He smiled and leaned down, kissing you slowly before speaking again

"Open your legs darling.. We might not have a lazy morning after all sweet.."

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

a/n: LOL cliffhanger x this was just a test tbh to see if I could write still, I'll finish this off at some point x

[seungminsbaldspot]

New Year's with Han

Pairing:  Jisung x reader

Synopsis: Celebrate the new year with Han Jisung!

Spoiler: None!

Word Count: 767

Genre: New Year’s Special! 

Warnings: ONE CURSE WORD NEAR THE END; mentions of drunkenness and being high but not main characters so not that big of a deal; New Year's kiss! Partying but nothing too heavy! It’s pretty chill tbh

Note: Omg another Jisung fic! Who would have guessed?

New Year’s Eve always comes with a grand party. Not that it was fancy, no, actually it was just huge. Jisung has always had many friends, so it was pretty regular for you to be invited to one of his parties. 

You have never been much of a party girl, But New Year, New You, right? This party may do you some good. So with this mindset, You set off to JIsung’s New Year’s party. 

Upon arriving, you immediately regret your decision. There’s  like five hundred people here, all out of their minds drunk and or high. As you look around at the chaotic scene of Jisung's New Year's Eve party, the overwhelming noise and the sea of unfamiliar faces hit you. The music is blaring, lights are flashing, and the atmosphere is thick with the scent of alcohol and excitement. 

Taking a deep breath, you decide to give it a chance, reminding yourself that it's a special occasion and a time for celebration. You start by scanning the room for Jisung, hoping to find some familiar face in the midst of the crowd. As you navigate through the mass of people, you notice groups laughing, dancing, and engaging in various levels of revelry.

After some time, you finally spot Jisung in a lively group, clearly enjoying himself. As you approach, he notices you and his face lights up with a smile.

"Hey! You made it!" he exclaims, the music making it necessary to speak loudly. "How are you liking the party?"

You attempt to mask your discomfort with a smile, "It's... certainly a party, Jisung."

He chuckles, "I told you it was going to be big! Come on, let's grab a drink and join the fun."

You follow Jisung to the makeshift bar, where the chaos seems to be at its peak. The bartender hands you a drink, and you take a sip, trying to acclimate to the lively atmosphere. Jisung introduces you to some of his friends, and you find yourself engaged in conversations that gradually make you feel more at ease.

As the countdown to midnight approaches, the energy in the room intensifies. The crowd starts chanting, and Jisung pulls you into the midst of the countdown. When the clock strikes midnight, fireworks burst in the distance, and cheers erupt throughout the room. Jisung grabs your hand and pulls you into a spontaneous New Year's kiss, the excitement of the moment overcoming any reservations you had.

The kiss lingers for a moment, and as the cheers subside, Jisung looks at you with a grin. "Happy New Year!" he shouts over the remaining noise, and you can't help but smile back, the warmth of the moment melting away some of your initial discomfort.

With the formalities of midnight behind you, Jisung suggests heading to a quieter area where you can talk and enjoy the rest of the evening in a more relaxed setting. As you move away from the chaotic dance floor and towards a quieter corner, you begin to appreciate the effort Jisung put into making sure you felt included in his celebration.

Seated in a more intimate setting, the two of you continue chatting and laughing. Jisung shares stories about his friends, the wild parties he's hosted in the past, and the amusing anecdotes of his life. You find yourself opening up more, letting the atmosphere of the night and Jisung's infectious energy guide you.

Jisung grabs your hand, pulling you into a dance circle. “Let’s Dance!” He says! You could only laugh at his odd faces and the dance moves he’s pulling. Eventually, you start to dance alongside him. His energy rubbing off on you. Perhaps being this close to Jisung all of the time was good for your heart. The music becomes a backdrop to the unspoken understanding that this celebration is not just about the turning of the year but also about the shared experiences and connections that make life vibrant.

As the two of you twirl and move to the rhythm, the crowd cheers and claps, creating a shared experience of celebration and camaraderie. The dance becomes a carefree expression of the moment, and you find yourself enjoying every step and spin.

When the clock strikes the early hours of the morning, and the party begins to wind down, Jisung looks at you with a grateful smile. "Thanks for coming. I'm really glad you were here to celebrate with me." You smile, hugging him, “New Year, New us?” You mubble into his ear. 

Jisung returns the hug warmly, and as you mumble into his ear, he grins, "Hell Yeah!”

it’s very last minute as New Year’s eve is tomorrow and it’s a little rushed but better late than never right??

also notes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated!

[indiaalphawhiskey]

i was just wondering do you think there really is a chance that harry might be less popular when he comes back (whenever that will be) and not be at his career peak anymore? i find it really hard to imagine him not playing stadiums/ being extremely popular etc anymore tbh for me it obvs won‘t make any difference i will always love him just the same (and wouldnt mind annyoing tiktok stans and fans who only like him bc hes „trendy“ to leave lol) i just wanted your thoughts on that :)

Okay, so I’m not a music industry buff. What I know, and what I’m about to say is based entirely on my general knowledge of pop culture (that’s heavily influenced by American pop culture, btw) so if I make any leaps, or if there’s an alternative view from a non-America-centric perspective, please forgive me.

But, for all intents and purposes, if you look at Harry’s profile as an artist and compare it to other artists of a similar profile (super popular boyband member + teen heartthrob turned solo pop star), historically you don’t really have many examples of successful solo careers, and even less of career longevity.

If you compare it to The Beatles, for example, they weren’t a traditional boyband (and arguably, neither was One Direction after TMH, but still), and if I’m not mistaken, though John Lennon and Paul McCartney both went solo, (and Paul obviously has the longevity down), their individual work still wasn’t comparable in popularity to their work while they were in The Beatles.

More modern examples, like George Michael, Robbie Williams, and Justin Timberlake, have a similar story in that while they were all able to launch solo careers, they all had a relatively short shelf life because pop music (and their fan bases) are very synonymous with youth, and they all eventually “aged out” of that marketing bracket.

So, really, the only example I can think of, of someone who was more popular solo than he ever was in a band and still managed to hold such a wide and devoted fanbase over multiple career eras, is Michael Jackson. And that’s like, music legend level.

I think Harry has already currently surprised people on many counts by being able to equal and arguably surpass his success and popularity in One Direction as a solo artist, especially without having to drastically rebrand or pivot his genre of music. He’s managed not only to hold on to what people thought was a very age-specific fanbase, but also broaden it massively. That’s beyond rare in pop music, and if you add that to the fact that a lot of people still attribute a big part of his success to his looks, the music industry is expecting him to age out soon, and therefore, for the steep decline in his popularity to start. That’s why people think it’s crazy that he’s taking a break because the industry is constantly pumping out new young artists and so, there’s always going to be a ticking clock.

Personally, I think Harry is a once in a generation performer, and has everything it takes to get to that legend level. But it’s something that is so rare and impossible to predict or orchestrate because so many factors have to go into making that happen, and the pressure of setting that as the ultimate goal of creating music could very, very easily break a person. I think he’s much more content to take a break, cultivate his connection to music, and just let those dice fall where they may.

[sonataforsybelle]

Random list of things and medias that I think Sybelle would love arbitrarily based on my own taste :

Crime shows. Especially the looong ones. like Law and Order SVU because the way Olivia Benson speaks to victims makes her feel seen and totally not because I'm bingeing it rn

horror movies, especially the ones with a lot of blood and gore. she just sits there and stares at the screen like 🔵_🔵. Louis finds them so vulgar lol

she finds vampire media hilarious. The Twilight vampires are boring though. Where's the blood ? the gore ?

as discussed with @nightcolorz, Twin Peaks ! She watches with Armand and they both kin Laura Palmer. She's a big fan of the log lady. Plus the music is so good she's gonna make so many piano renditions and improvs on the themes

Nodame Cantabile, just autistic piano prodigy things + music school environment

Kate Bush, no need for a reason because Kate Bush

Sensory videos specifically focused on classical music. Plus Benji, Armand and her are basically the coven ipad kids

piano and classical will always be her main instruments and genre but over the years she branches out and makes experimental music with nature noises, kiddie toys, anything can be turned into music tbh. Benji got her garageband on the ipad and she's obsessed

Furbies. I have no explanations for this I just decided. Specifically the 1999 generation. Armand and her built the Furby organ . Had to hide it in her instrument storage room because it scares the shit out of most of the elder vampires. She's got a huge collection

[koumeowkami]

☆ paradox live as stray kids songs!

i've always thought that stray kids had some sort of paralive style attached to them, considering all the genres they've covered over the years. so since me and @paixarina have been talking a lot about it lately here's one of my good bad old music analysis posts :D you can take these as recommendations! stan paralive, stan skz <3

— BAE ; MIROH

honorable mentions: give me your tmi, boxer, super board

bae's style has always been very edm oriented, with a hint of pop. especially songs like we are the future and bermuda triangle are very hard-hitting and energetic, so i couldn't help but think about miroh.

— THE CAT'S WHISKERS ; MUDDY WATER

honorable mentions: scene stealers (3racha)

tcw's unique jazz style made me immediately think of muddy water. this old-style, shallow sound perfectly fits with them! even the rap style is similar to tcw's, imo.

— COZMEZ ; EASY

honorable mentions: double knot, zone (3racha), 19

i'm pretty sure stray kids fits cozmez the most in general. i thought of so many songs that reminded me of them, i can't mention them all lmao. young, angsty vibes, expressed through raging trap music? that's peak cozmez style!

— AKAN YATSURA ; TA

honorable mentions: thunderous

do you want akyr's festival-ish sound, mixed with traditional sound? ta is the answer! it reminds me of wanted vibes a lot. i think skz's boisterous but cheerful music fits them the most.

— VISTY ; GET COOL

honorable mentions: haven

i admit it was hard to pick a more cutesy song that could remind me of visty 😭 but in the end i settled on probably the cutest and poppiest song skz has ever made. it encompasses visty's refreshing sound well :P

— AMPRULE ; WOLFGANG

we got it! at least one song! wolfgang has that dramatic and goth-ish vibe that defines amprule as well. the violins on the dark instrumental are soooo amprule coded.

— 1NM8 ; 3RD EYE

honorable mentions: silent cry

1nm8's experimental sound is so hard to find anywhere else tbh. skz are also pretty experimental themselves and i decided including some of their "weirdest" songs in this section... they give me the same ethereal feeling of 1nm8.

— GOKU LUCK ; BEWARE

honorable mentions: battle ground

do you want some good old rage? early skz was so edgy, even beware's title is so perfectly in sync with goku luck's concept (i mean... they're criminals. makes sense). battle ground isn't an old song but!! they went back to their old rock-ish sound and it just reminds of goku luck SO MUCH!!

— BURAIKAN ; TOPLINE (FEAT. TIGER JK)

honorable mentions: hall of fame

idk man, this is the music vips would make?? like, you just feel how powerful they are?? buraikan's music just gives me that exact vibe as well :D

[whatareyoudoingwithamaserati]

hoihoi !! i lovelovelove ice nine kills but i need to like expand my horizons lmao can you gimme song recs from other metal people

HELLOOOOO oh my god i absolutely can, you’ve unlocked the autism ramble of all time :] I’m probably going to bounce all over the place when it comes to metal sub genres but hopefully that gives you more room to find some guys you like! Sorry for the long post in advance but I cannot be helped

In This Moment is one of my all time favourite metal bands, and since they have toured with ice nine (and have a collab song!!!) it might be fun to start there! Some of my faves from them include Blood, Adrenalize, Whore, Natural Born Sinner, Dirty Pretty, and Sex Metal Barbie

Then The Devil Wears Prada is a bit more modern metalcore, so their songs can run lighter, but ever since I heard Sacrifice I have been OBSESSED with them. Their latest album is all really good, but standouts to me include Cancer, Salt, and Exhibitor. Chemicals is an earlier song of theirs, but also a really fucking good one

Sleep Token!! Oh my god sleep token. I would honestly recommend their whole discography to you if I could, but some overall faves are Vore, High Water, Distraction, Ascensionism, The Night Does Not Belong To God, Nazareth, and Granite

The Plot In You’s entire Swan Song album is another fucking banger, with standout songs for me being Face Me, Paradigm, and Enemy. Divide, Forgotten, and Closure are also huge faves

Wage War! I got to see them live and it was life changing. Grave is definitely one of their lighter songs overall, but Manic, Godspeed, and Hellbent are also top notch

Motionless in White are also really close to INK - both in that they toured together, and also because one of MIW’s guitarists used to work with INK! I love their entire disguise album (Another Life and Brand New Numb my beloveds), but I also enjoy Reincarnate, Cyberhex, Cause of Death, and Not My Type: Dead as Fuck 2

Bad Omens! Bad omens. There’s not much I can say about them other than they are peak - their entire DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND album is musical genius and a no-skip all around for me. Out of their older music, I also enjoy Never Know, Exit Wounds, Limits, and Burning Out

Architects. Black Lungs, Seeing Red, Giving Blood, and Curse are all really good - they have some fun political themes in their music

IMMINENCE. They make me cry. Frequently. They have no right to be so emotional and heavy at the same time. Absolutely love Infectious, Erase, The Black, Proclaim, Those Who Seek, Come What May, Surrender, and Allieviate

Spiritbox is a band I’m more recently getting into, but MAN are they so damn good. Holy Roller, Sunkiller, Rotoscope, and Angel Eyes are all favourites - Too Close / Too Late is also really good

Slipknot is definitely a more household name, but if you haven’t heard much of them: Custer, Vermillion, Unsainted, People = Shit, Spit it Out and (sic)

Also pretty well known is Bring Me The Horizon - I’ve been really in love with Kool-Aid lately, die4u is an all time fave, and Parasite Eve, 1x1, in the dark, True Friends, Doomed, and Antivist are all up there

Going a bit (a Lot) heavier: Lorna Shore. Musical geniuses. I’ve never heard a man do guttural vocals the way Will Ramos does. Their entire Pain Remains album is SOOOO good (in particular, Sun//Eater and Pain Remains I), but To the Hellfire and Of the Abyss are also life changing

In the same vein as Lorna Shore, Angelmaker. God the things I could say about Angelmaker. Leech is an allll time fave from them, but In Death, Godless, and Dissientient are up there too

Some other faves that aren’t really attached to one band: Jinnslammer by Ignea, Condemned by Stain The Canvas, The End Of All We Know by Bleed From Within, There’s Fear In Letting Go by I Prevail, Insanely Illegal Cage Fight by Dal Av, Ketamine by Fame on Fire, Felt Like Home and On The Inside by As Everything Unfolds, Darkbloom by We Came As Romans, Gaddaar by Bloodywood (anythint by Bloodywood tbh, they’re an underrated gem doing Bollywood-metal fusion), absolutely anything by Dangerkids, on the verge by thrown, Vermin by Carcosa, Pretty In Pink by Scene Queen, お先に失礼します。by Hanabie, Layers of Time by Lacuna Coil, House of Cards by Deadlands, We Got The Moves by Electric Callboy and Fading Away by From Fall To Spring

[gooeykit]

what kind of music do you think your ocs listen to..

this is hard for me to say like definitely because im bad at genre selection and identification tbh 😭

Sotto I want to say likes things like jazz, R&B, trip hop and the like. Sotto also focuses on things with heavy focus on rhythm and tempo because of their fixation on time and loves when something has a fluctuating time signature. Instruments wise, they'd focus on percussive ones but im not familiar with those, but I do know they'd like things like organ. I assume theyd also like club music because they go clubbing, but its not something im familiar with. these ones comes to mind when i think of them.

this also comes to mind but for plot reasons moreso than character reasons

For KJ, definitely things like punk and emo music. With KJ, something that like really works out the aggression is peak and helps it to get into a mood, part of why it has a vocal synth [reminder, KJ is a giant bug creature with no vocal cords] is to sing this type of stuff.

Emcee listens to rap and hiphop but also shares a similar taste to Sotto, just preferring bolder things themself. They focus more on vocals and especially like things what have a lot of people singing at once, even if its discordant.

these ones are ones i think Emcee heavily shares with Sotto taste wise but also bc theyre sexual and romantic partners

theres a 10 video limit so i gotta continue this in another reblog, but im not done with Emcee JSYK i just got sidetracked with the last 2 +i still gotta go thru TC and Pith AT LEAST... so if u still curious, check back in a little bit or ill ping you maybe

[invisible-goats]

hello! since i feel like you must also have an answer to this, what your top three "musicals that should get or would be ruined by a film adaptation"?

Honestly I'm pretty new to the musical sphere beyond what films already exist? But I will try o7

HMS Pinafore OK IT'S NOT REALLY A MUSICAL BUT IT ISN'T SUNG THROUGH AND THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN OPERA AND MUSICAL IS THEORETICALLY THAT AND IN PRACTICE IS SNOBBISHNESS AND THE EQUALLY NEBULOUSLY DEFINE CLASSICAL MUSIC GENRE I just want to see what could be done with it with a film budget. Or Pirates of Penzance tbh but that one has a (low budget) film with Angela Lansbury

Agree with your about Great Comet but it would be a lot easier to convince people to try it

Obscure answer but fuck it: I saw an amazing musical called Betty at a local theatre that Maxine Peak worked on that I would again love to see done with a massive budget. The minimalist set design was great and the guy ending up in the orchestra was funny BUT it has a dream sequence set in the House of Commons (it was about Betty Boothroyd) with drag queen Margaret Thatcher and glam-rock Blackrod and Irish vs cabaret dancing dance battle that I would kill to see actually done in there, rather than on an in-the-round stage

[prbni]

Kpop opinion from a former stan that no one asked for

Kpop used to take western samples and then modify it since a long time ago but now its just the western samples sung partly in Korean and mostly in English, they don't even put the effort for putting in sounds and instruments to make it sound more like Korean pop.

I have argued with second and third gen stans against this in almost every comment section, but for 4th and 5th gen stans I do have to say that a lot of your faves can't sing live and dance simultaneously and NO its not okay, its the basic requirement to be an idol. Otherwise, you're just a backup dancer and not idol.

Echoing the first opinion, the only 4th gen boygroup that actually has been consistent in delivering a beautiful discography has been TXT. For others, I can mute the sound and just watch them dance and it won't make much difference.

If intense choreos are the issue, then they could just tone down a bit with the choreos and then make their artists perform LIVE. Older groups like Mamamoo, BTOB, and Winner-YG groups in general focus more on performing LIVE and vibe with the audiences and tbh that looks a lot better than groups just grinding that intense choreo and losing breath.

Le Sserafim have a really enjoyable discography but when it comes to live performance artists, Source Music has downgraded a lot considering they started with GFriend.

Since I brought up Source Music, I'd say HYBE should have delayed girlgroup debuts by a couple of years coz these girlies still need training on live performances. The boygroups tho *chefs kiss*

Girlgroup discographies have saved the 4th generation of Kpop. Hoping for boygroup discographies to have the same upgrade. TWS discography gives me hope even though they just debuted.

Groups like NMIXX, ITZY and G-Idle don't fall into the categories I mentioned above. Those babes can blast their mics with vocals AND shake that leg simultaneously.

The obsession with noise music needs to go. Not everyone can do it properly. Plus we don't need to hear the same kind of bass boosted music for every other Kpop group. Bring the diversity back.

The only company that kinda knows what they are doing with the noise music genre is SM Entertainment.Even though NCT songs are either hit or miss, atleast I can tell they aren't lazy about it and are methodically experimenting with the sound. SM might be shitty about a lot of things but they're serious when it comes to music.

Coming to SME, the management has messed up with things a lot of times and idk what changed but they've taken a few good decisions so far- like, Lucas solo debut, putting Sungtaro into RIIZE where they can individually grow as artists rather than being extensions of NCT,throwing away the idea of NCT Hollywood, debuting an entire unit of NCT instead of 1 or 2 members and doing it through a survival show for more exposure of the members, putting a stop to the avengers group concept etc. Now only if they could bring Seunghan back to RIIZE.

'Self-producing' worked for Seventeen coz their producer is Woozi. A lot of kpop groups are better off having actual composers and producers preparing songs for them.

The way most of the netizens have labeled New Jeans as a 'problematic' group just because these teenage girls have voiced their support for an adult they know (even though she is shady af 💀) over an entire bunch of adults and employees that make them feel uncomfortable and don't even try to hide their discrimination against these young girls is baffling to me. Yall expect these girlies who aren't even adults themselves to take a correct political stance when yall like to act like these girls aren't the biggest victims of the Hybe versus ADOR situation is so hypocritical and peak clownery 🤡.

[thedreadvampy]

oh also speaking of music I was listening to Evanescence the other night and it really struck me how weird that era of goth-pop-alt music was? Like that post-9/11 period when goth and emo and pop punk and alternative were SUPER in and relatively mainstream but because the music world was really hostile and walking on eggshells because nobody wanted to get Dixie Chicksed, the stuff that was mainstream and accessible tended to be uhhhhh kind of about nothing? like SO MUCH alt music I remember getting a lot of play in the 2000s is just about mid-tier breakups. even the numetal and pop punk stuff which is like. genres made to be angry at The System in.

and it's not that those songs were BAD, obviously. like musically they're really thought through and a lot of those artists really put in the work. but ok like Evanescence. the music is sweeping. Amy Lee is putting her WHOLE PUSSY into selling the heartbreak and angst of the songs. which, of their big hits, are almost all in their entirety, 'we used to have a kind of codependent relationship and now we've broken up.'

I'm not sure this theory holds up cause like. Popular alternative music was certainly not fully apolitical. System of a Down peaked at that time. American Idiot, obviously. And bands like Disturbed and Slipknot certainly managed to find some time to talk about political repression and social alienation in between writing 1200000 songs about beating your girlfriend up and how it's Not Fair She Won't Date Me Even Though I'm Right Here, respectively.

(and to be clear. this is all music that I like. although Corey Taylor occasionally gets too whiny for me tbh)

and I legit don't know to what degree this was actually a thing, to what degree it's basically always the case that the most popular Angsty Alt Music For Teens has more to do with breakups than political unrest, and to what degree I personally was just listening to the wrong music in 2005.

(but I'm not really so much thinking of the music I liked at the time but the music that was like, what you reached for when you were naming Alternative Music - your Evanescence, HIM, Slipknot, MCR, FOB, Panic!, Green Day, Blink 182, Disturbed, Linkin Park, all the stuff a kid in eyeliner listened to. some of which I did not, I never got the hang of HIM and I think I maybe missed a trick not getting into Linkin Park bc I understand they made some good stuff but I hated Numb so much at the time, I couldn't cope with them. even though look on lyrics alone it's not a bad song. it works. whatever.)

[fucktheark]

(some) creepypasta/marble hornets music hcs :)

these are mostly from my own playlist they aren't accurate at all this is just 4 funsies lololol

also i highly doubt anyone will even see this post but if u do drop a song rec plz im struggling finding new music </3

tim (specifically him cs masky is too busy going apeshit 4 music)

old man music but like cool old man music (this is just what my father listens to LOL)

thinks he's got peak taste and snickers at everybody else's song choices

breathe - pink floyd

pet sematary - ramones

the chain - fleetwood mac

aerials - soad

lover, you should've come over - jeff buckley

hoodie

i pulled this out of my ass tbh but imagine 80s fan brian

kinda likes lil peep but would never tell a soul cs he thinks he's too old for it

doesn't rly share his music with anyone bcs he's afraid they're not gonna clown him for it

she's in parties - bauhaus

the brightside - lil peep

the ghost in you - psychedelic furs

messages - a flock of seagulls

hotel california - the eagles (cz y not)

jane

i never rly obsessed over her so this is js based on the vibes i get from the art i've seen of her (so pretty bruh)

echolalia - faetooth

nine while nine - sisters of mercy

closet - fleshwater

engine no. 9 - deftones

frigid and spellbound - spectral wound

nina

no way totally unexpected music

i think eventually she grew out of screamo and scene but never rly let emo go entirely

acid - ghost town

get away with murder - jeffree star (yikes)

what you need - bmth

freaxx - brokencyde (she's been in love with this album since it came out)

vampires will never hurt you - mcr

jeff

i like think that after what he did to his family he just kinda checked out from earth and stopped keeping up with most pop culture, so he's still listening to the same music he did back then.

peak edgy middle schooler vibes

never tires of his playlist

every now and again he comes across something new and gets obsessed with it immediately and probably forever

yen - slipknot

makedamnsure - taking back sunday

don't go - bmth

tourniquet - marilyn manson

crewcabanger - chelsea grin

toby

I-C-P FOREVER WITH THE JUGGALOSSSSSS

still enjoys twiztid even after the beef but secretly because it makes him feel like a poser

also likes jeff buckley but feels kinda cringe for it

the stalker - icp

house of mirrors - icp

my 1st time - dark lotus

2nd hand smoke - twiztid

grace - jeff buckley

liu

same reasoning as jane i know like nothing about this dude and even less about sully so i'm not even gonna attempt .

i fw his vibe tho

eye - smashing pumpkins

the man who sold the world - nirvana

heaven - talking heads

the sickness - imminence (he's gotta be a lil emo come on)

siamese twins - the cure

eyeless jack

this one is kinda hard tbh but considering his hypersensitivity to sound, i feel like he wouldn't enjoy anything too noisy

likes songs with a lot of bass because he can feel the bass reverberating through his body when he wears headphones

soft/airy vocals!!!! he hates screaming

doesn't rly stick with a specific genre just whatever makes his ears tingle lol

a forest - the cure

dark stone - holy fawn

hide and seek #1 - plastic tree

the thing - pixies

collabo - june freedom

BEN

bitch spends so much time on the internet he discovers new music every day

listens to everything but tries to flex the really obscure shit he finds in the depths of youtube (he wants to be cool but it's kind of pathetic.)

his playlist is MASSIVE and a mess, he usually has to skip through half of it before finding something he actually likes

i don't know why but he'd be into haunted mound

plays the majora's mask soundtrack when he can't think of anything to listen to

husqrider - turnabout

fentanylism - opiated devilsperm

starting over - lsd and the search for god

gou zin zan goku - deviloof

ugliest - $uicideboy$

laughing jack

he's old af and probably doesn't get modern music tbh

classical music it is

and opera

i'm not gonna make a whole playlist but he really loves erlkönig because of the story lol

[elkkiel]

Random questions to get to know you better! What was the first thing about Sleep Token that made you decide to keep listening/interacting with the fandom (doesn't have to be how you found them originally)? What inspired drawing them as cute cats? If there was one thing you wanted people to know about you, what would it be? - whataboutyouisamascot 🌿

@whataboutyouisamascot hello darling Z!!!! it is good to see you here, happy timezone!!

What was the first thing about Sleep Token that made you decide to keep listening/interacting with the fandom?

I tend to get really fixated on a particular artist/genre, and won't be able to listen to or enjoy other music while I'm stuck in that fixation. At the time I first heard ST (recc'd by a coworker), I was in one of those music phases where I could only listen to Spiritbox. Like, I listened to The Summoning and I couldn't even finish it, because it wasn't the music my brain worms were demanding at the time. Vess' voice was also a bit of an acquired taste for me (I understand the peanut butter comments tbh), but it's definitely akin to getting used to drinking scotch—it (in general) may not taste very good when you first start out, but DAMN is it delicious once you've acclimated to it. He's got that smooth whiskey/silky red wine voice, and I wish more people gave themselves a chance to appreciate a unique voice like his (100% /pos)

Getting into it, it was the lore, general vibes, and the drumming; I have been a ii girly from day 1 lol, he really is that special ingredient that makes the whole recipe come together. Once I was released from my Spiritbox phase, of course. Some newer followers may not know, but I'm a veteran Dream stan (not active at all right now, but the grind never truly stops) all the way back from 2020, peak DSMP. So I've always been a sucker for a good story in alternative mediums like that. The fandom is just the right balance of gay autistic nerd energy that I thrive in, so it felt really natural to find a home here 🩷

What inspired drawing them as cute cats?

I've always drawn them as cats. Save for like a few Human People here and there. My first fanart was my fandom newcomer's impression of Vessel, with little extra context, as a cryptid cat man lol. From there, it was shitposting about him as my fave cat memes, cat BTTV emotes, etc. I am very much a cat enjoyer, and just kinda stumbled into it being my "brand" purely from the love of it.

Also I find the cute kitties to be a little personally healing. Between uni, finally getting mental illness treatment, being in an abusive relationship and still recovering from the aftermath, etc etc, I lost a LOT of fundamental art skills. Like human body/facial anatomy because I was just too burnt out, busy, or depressed to draw. Cats make me happy, and cats are a little easier than people. So I can draw what I love while I try to heal and find those skills again.

If there was one thing you want people to know about you, what would it be?

Hmmm, trying to figure out how to word this lol. I think, overall, that I mean well with everything that I say and do. I fuck up sometimes with tone and/or assuming people know I'm being over the top or sarcastic. But I actively check myself before I post and make sure everything I put out into the world is in good faith.

For example, I'm faaaaar less horny on main than I portray myself—in fact, I'm actually a pretty committed Christian, so I'm not comfortable being 100% /srs horny on main even if I wanted to lol. I just find it fun to play up the rabid fangirl and go over the top with thirst tagging. I'll be real, they're fucking HOT lmaoooo, sue me. But any "sexualization" I do is always a bit, since I don't know these people and there's a veeeery slippery slope between gushing over hot guys and straight up objectification. If that makes sense.

OR, I also like insult-based affection for friends (eg. if you are friends with me you are a stupid idiot baby nerd and I love you). But my neurodivergent ass, similar to thirst posting, sometimes has a hard time reading the tone of the convo and can accidentally go a little far with things. I never ever want to hurt anyone, much less actually insult people I like!! So I wish I could organically give a disclaimer that it's all 100% out of love and to let me know if I missed the mark ;w;

Sorry that was long, it's just the one part of interaction I get nervous about so I feel the need to over-explain

thank you for taking the time to ask!! I really appreciate it 🩷🩷🩷🩷

[weirdtrashpanda]

Hazbin Hotel Songs Analysis

Aka Rei has a new hyperfixation and has to talk about it or he will explode

Since I basically grew up on Musicals (it's in my blood) and I do appreciate a hell centered cartoon/animation, of course my new fav is Hazbin Hotel.

Since the first episode I can't stop listening to the songs and well... my theorist brain is doing overtime. So here's a layman analysis of the music.

I will get to my theories about the story and such at some later point.

Let's go! Spoilers ahead, duh.

First of all: Sam Haft is a genius. Alex Brightman is amazing. And every character has a genre or at least signature instrument. And obviously a lot of my own opinions.

Happy Day in Hell

We basically get hit in the face with a classical Musical Number and get to know Charlie's dream and her musical style. Plus some small hints at Vaggie's background.

The music and the style is very reminiscent of Overtures from modern Musicals, which is very fitting.

Hell Is Forever

Already a callback to previous songs, but fast. Once Adam starts the genre switch to rock, which is Adam's signature style.

Before his guitar solo is a pretty nice reference.

The message is basically "Fuck you, I do what I want bitch"

Stayed Gone

Ah yes, the sexual tension /hj

The beginning is very rhythmical, controlled and straight (ha). Once Vox gets going it gets more swingy with repeated patterns. The quick parts show what a talker he is.

Alastor slides in and slowly takes the song over like in Hells Greatest Dad. Also the piano gets a bit more present once Alastor joins.

In the end Alastor completely took over.

It Starts With Sorry

At first this song seemed so random, but well. Now it makes sense.

When Sir Pentious starts singing, in the background there's a guitar mimicking snake Rattles.

Again a very Broadway song. I cannot get over that this again is Alex Brightman!

Respectless

I love it.

Carmilla's theme is obviously Latin with a Spanish guitar. And Velvet's Hip Hop or at least something similar, not sure because not my type of music.

Zestials small part shows how adaptable he is.

Whatever It takes

Hopefully we get more songs with Zestial.

Again it starts with guitar, and turns into a amazing power ballad. It shows Carmillas passion and devotion to her family.

Veggies part on the other hand is so "weak". Which totally makes sense, since she is still so scared. We also get some hints again. In the background you can hear a kind of glockenspiel.

The duet makes now more sense. Daphne Rubin-Vega is crushing it, amazing voice.

Poison

Ah yes, the controversial song. Tbh stop, listen again and start thinking. Chill.

EDM seems to be Angel's genre which is so fitting.

The lyrics are heartbreaking. No, he is not glorifying his abuse, he doesn't know another way. Angel has given up, he is trapped. So the least he can do is have fun. He's already in Hell, so fuck it.

The last chorus. Ah! This is not Angel Dust, this is Anthony breaking down.

Loser, Baby

No one was prepared for this. Keith David could fuck me just with his voice, respectfully.

Husk's style is kinda idk, brass ig. But don't quote me on that.

The lyrics are perfect and so relatable.

Fun Fact someone on TikTok pointed out: Husk offers Angel his hand and only pulls him along when Angel takes his hand. We stan a gentleman.

Hell's Greatest Dad

Electro Swing! The title alone shows Lucifers Pride. And how much he cares about Charlie.

Again Alastor butting in to take control. God, he loves being that guy.

The violin solo, such a nice reference.

Headcanon: Mimzy waited for the perfect time to bust in.

More Than Anything

Ah yes, the midpoint dramatic ballad duet.

It's so boring but sweet. They harmonize so nicely. Who doesn't love a good healthy bonding song.

Also harmonies in this song a peak.

Welcome To Heaven

I know this voice! Blaine from Glee went to Heaven!

The style is so clean and fake, perfect. Also organ.

The lyrics are low-key petty. Also Molly?!

You Didn't know

Such a dramatic song, very musical end of act 1.

Love the switch when Lute starts singing, again with rock but much more controlled than with Adam.

Emily's theme is also very mousy in the beginning.

The callback to Hell Is Forever is so nice, the harmonies though...

Big reveal at the end. Adam is a Dick. (Hehe)

Out For Love

Heck yea! Carmilla centered song.

Very Latin and passionate, love it, still with a modern flair.

Tbh Carmilla is underrated.

Ready For This

You go girl! Again very Broadway.

Once the cannibals join in it gets more old-timey, which fits the period the Town is in. Really sounds like a cheery war song.

Rosie and Alastors dynamic is amazing, just two queer besties being their true self.

This song also gets us excited for the final battle and stills shows Charlie's anxiety.

More Than Anything (Reprise)

This was torture. Normally a Reprise is very telling, example Hamilton.

I was so scared for Vaggie. Still amazing song, good representation.

Finale

What an ending! I was in tears.

The little callbacks amazing, Lucifer being there for his daughter. Everyone supporting her now. It's really a perfect Finale song.

Vox and Valentino being gay and their usual self.

Alastor's part reaks of foreshadowing. No, Alturist is probably not his surname. And no, he doesn't really care about Charlie and Co, he is there for power.

Conclusion

Amazing music and storytelling. Perfect for the mental ill 18+ theater nerds.

The Living Tombstone are amazing! Listen to their music.

Looking forward to the next season.