#the colours/shades r so pleasant to look at I love it

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i like shiny things (but i'd marry you with paper rings)

randomly thinking about esme morgan and how she made bracelets for the engwnt during their down time and just picturing a reader x alessia where r does origami when they're anxious or in between games. idk if anyone's written this idea before so mb if it's repetitive (i feel like i read an origami-reader fic before but i believe it was with jessie fleming x r) not a fic, not a blurb, just an idea/storyline :) fun fact: an instagram reel prompted this 😅 | alessia russo x reader

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like imagine the first time alessia walks into your shared hotel room to see a handful of paper cranes of different colours laid across the bed, your tongue poking out slightly, eyebrows furrowed as you had a website open on your phone showing you how to make a dragon.

and you're so concentrated you don't hear alessia come in, you just fiddle with the paper and let out a huff when you realize you have to unwind the folds you just did.

it's only when she clears her throat at you, still standing near the door that you snap out of what you're doing, eyes going wide, the dinosaur that looks more like a worm flying out of your hands.

and you'd look at her with an embarrassed look, quickly gathering the seven or so different paper cranes, bringing them towards your lap in a futile attempt to hide em, as alessia would watch you with a fond smile on her face.

or can we talk about how she'd quietly get you more origami paper the next time she goes out with the girls to explore the city, shyly coming back with a fresh pack of origami sheets, this time in pastel colours, shades you absolutely adored.

the way she'd enter the room anxiously, thumb playing with the ring on her finger as she'd hide the package behind her with her other hand, shoulder's curled in, skittish smile on her face.

how you'd wave her in, a huge smile on her face, not suspecting a thing as you chatted with your mother on the phone.

she'd maybe sit on the edge of the bed, a few feet away from you, the papers still hidden as you'd talk animatedly on the phone for a couple more minutes.

it's during that time that alessia would cast her gaze across the room, taking in how many different little paper creations, varying from flowers to cranes to butterflies to shapes like stars and hearts littered the room, smiling tenderly to herself.

and when you'd finish up the call, looking over at the blonde with a large grin on your face you'd already be excited by her mere presence, your golden retriever personality making itself known.

that grin would only grow wider as she would shuffle closer to you, the origami sheets still miraculously hidden (not hard to do really since all your focus was on alessia, your eyes nearly in the shape of a heart) and she'd give you a gentle kiss on your forehead and then lips, before pulling back shyly, the words quiet as they left her.

'i got you a little something...'

you'd tilt your head in question, a singular eyebrow raising as you'd finally notice how her other arm was somewhat awkwardly positioned behind her.

and you'd kind of tense up into a sitting position, concerned at what it could be.

'relax, it's nothing crazy, just a small little item i've been meaning to grab for you'

the words would be gentle, with a slight teasing lilt.

and she'd carefully present you the origami sheets, placing them on the sheet between you two, biting her lip nervously as she'd wait for a reaction.

your eyebrows would scrunch up immediately, hands reaching out to grab the plastic package, examining it as your jaw would drop in a pleasant mix of shock and joy.

and the way your eyes would widen as you'd read the text on around the item, the words 'origami paper' written clear as day, your heart feeling so full, warmth coursing through your veins as you'd realize that alessia had noticed your stack was running out, even going as far as to get them in colours you loved.

the papers would gently be thrown to the side as everything would click, you launching yourself at the blonde, arms coming to immediately wrap around her shoulders and neck as you'd bury your face in her neck.

your excited 'thank you' would be muffled with how tightly you were hugging her, your grin from earlier returning, only now it was nearly twice the size.

the blonde would chuckle gently at your delighted state, hugging you back with just as much enthusiasm, placing a gentle kiss to your temple just before you'd pull back, nearly shaking with elation.

placing a few loving kisses onto her lips you'd mumble another thank you in between them, pulling away once your couldn't contain your excitement.

and you'd rip into the new packaging, old papers be damned because your girlfriend got you these and they were immediately, undoubtedly the better papers now.

and eventually, as it would become time to check out of the hotel a few days later, alessia would find herself once again standing in the middle of the room, this time the whole room nearly taken over by butterflies, dragons (which you now finally mastered), toads, cranes, rabbits, stars, hearts, chains, and like twenty other things, some in various colours of the rainbow, and more than half of them made of the pastel origami sheets. (it was clear to see you had a favourite, evident by the way nearly half the pastel paper had already been used).

and then can we talk about how maybe you both would be coming back from a really tiring game, the whole engwnt sat on the bus, the two of you choosing to sit closer to the middle-front-ish area, alessia knowing you preferred the peace and quiet as you'd fold paper and calm down from the exhilarating events of the game.

so you'd sit there, a pair of wired earbuds shared between you two as the paper pad would be precariously balancing on your thighs, rattling with every bump and uneven surface of the road.

alessia would be sat beside you, watching you with a lovestruck face as you'd continue to do fold after fold, making something new this time, what it was, alessia didn't know, you wanting to surprise her.

what she did notice however was that you had two pieces of paper out, one that was her favourite colour, and one that was your favourite colour- surely that couldn't be a coincidence, right?

and as teammates saw you back at your usual task, very much accustomed to your tendency to relax by creating little items, they let you be, a few gently requesting you for a rabbit or dragon (stanway nearly begging you to make her dinosaur, pestering you until you had finally agreed with a quiet 'later' with a fond eye roll).

you'd been very much focused since though, head nodding along to the music, the familiar 'furrowed eyebrows' look on your face, tip of your tongue peeking out as you did meticulous fold after fold, tilting your body ever so slightly so alessia couldn't make out exactly what you were creating.

it was only when you were done, two small heart rings resting in the palm of your hand, one each in your and alessia's favourite colour, did you turn around, a bashful smile on your face as you hid the two papers in a loosely closed fist.

quickly scanning to make sure no one was watching, your fear of being teased for your sappiness emerging, your leg shook with nervous energy as you realized the coast was clear.

'i made you- us- i made us paper rings in our favourite colours.'

the words would come out slightly rushed, a soft blush coming to coat your cheeks as alessia's eyes widened in joyful shock,

'i'll get you a proper one eventually, this is just a promise of that in the meantime...'

and alessia would shrug at your words, a lovesick smile crossing her face as she'd examine the heart-shaped ring intently, absolutely adoring the way it rested on her hand, loving it more than any other jewellery she owned simply because it was made by you.

and placing the ring-clad hand up to rest on your cheek, the blonde would nudge you to look at her, bringing your faces close as she'd place a gentle but loving kiss on your lips, pulling back only a few centimetres as sky blue eyes would meet yours, her next words a whispered secret between you, eliciting twin smiles, lovestruck looks crossing both of your faces.

'as long as it's you i'm marrying, i'd happily do it with paper rings.'

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hello! i hope you’re doing well. i had a question regarding your writing: how do you manage to be so descriptive? i absolutely love how vivid your stories always are; i never have trouble picturing any scenery in your works, like, practically ever. how do you know the names of so many plants? do you garden/are you a botany enthusiast? and did you have to read a manual on motorcycles for astra inclinant? currently reading that right now, by the way, and i think it’s so incredibly lovely.

Hello anon! So glad you’re enjoying Astra Inclinant 🥰

To answer your question:

R E S E A R CH. So much research.

When I’m writing, I don’t stop to fix things along the way. My descriptions are actually pretty flat. “He leaned against a tree, listening to a bird call,” I’ll write as I focus on the plot and dialogue. Later, during the editing process, I’ll go back and write in the proper descriptions.

So, for example, I’m editing Astra Inclinant and I come across the description, “James leaned against the tree,” and decide to fill it out.

Writing tips for descriptions below, if you’re interested —

1. Pick a theme

Let’s say this scene is occurring on the eve of James’s Hogwarts graduation. I want the scene to convey a sense of youthfulness, lightness, and optimism. I want the mood to be calm and happy. I need to include descriptions that subtly build on these themes. The sunshine streamed through the large leaves might be a pretty description, but it has few words relating to youth/light/happy. Whereas the sunlight played along green leaves has more subtle theme words: light, played, green.

2. Be accurate/specific.

This is the straightforward part: I research common trees and birds in the northern Scottish highlands in the June-July months, and narrow down the results. Oak trees are common, but they’re traditionally associated with wisdom and old age. Pine trees are common, but they’re tall and dark and tend to tower over the landscape. Similarly, crows are a common bird but they’re typically used as omens and are large, domineering birds. Hawks are predators. Pigeons are ungainly and more reminiscent of an urban setting. In the end, I choose an aspen tree (pale in colour, tall but not overbearing, slender but sturdy) and a starling (quick on its feet, small, energetic).

This is why the themes of the scene are important. You need to understand not just what you’re describing, but why you’re describing. Descriptions aren’t just decorations; they’re tools to build atmosphere and mood.

3. Make sure all the words match.

Something is still off with my description. I’ve got the specific bits (aspen, starling). I’ve got subtle descriptions of youth/light: young, sunlight, played, green, smooth, flitted, summer. I go through the whole description word by word, and end up stopping at a sentence I’ve written: the bark is smooth and soft as silk.

Soft just doesn’t work when describing a tree. And silk is a word associated with sensuality, indulgence, and luxury — none of which are present in this scene. I think of other options — delicate as tissue paper, or smooth as glass. But delicate and glass both subtly convey fragility, a chance of shattering, breaking, or falling apart — and I don’t want those associations in a scene that’s supposed to be happy and carefree. I spend a while thinking about the possibilities, and eventually settle on smooth and thin as parchment. This eliminates the ill-matched soft while parchment also subtly reminds readers of the setting — James is preparing for his Hogwarts exams.

5. Use all senses.

This is what helps make descriptions so vivid. Look at this description:

He closed his eyes, enjoying the cool shade of the tree. A warm breeze stirred the air lazily. In the distance, he heard the song of a blackbird.”

Compared to:

The tree was large and shady. The air felt warm and pleasant. A breeze briefly stirred the air. A blackbird sang in the distance.

Using senses also helps you avoid that dreaded ‘grocery list’ description: The tree, the air, a breeze, a blackbird.

6. Eliminate unnecessary words.

Most readers get bored very quickly with descriptions. Make it short. In the earlier (bad) example, you’ve got air repeated twice: the air felt warm and pleasant, and a breeze briefly stirred the air. This could easily be combined: a breeze briefly stirred the warm air. I see this a lot, including my own writing. Think critically about your descriptions and what could be removed or combined. You especially want to look out for those vague filler words, too. Pretty, beautiful, lovely, attractive. These words tell the reader nothing. Their idea of beautiful might be very different to yours. Instead, describe what makes something pretty or beautiful.

7. Use manuals and articles sparingly during research.

This is kind of separate from the other bits of advice, since it’s more about authenticity than description. But you asked if I’d read a motorcycle manual for Astra Inclinant — I didn’t, because a manual would have given me very wooden, formal-sounding examples of “motorcycle language”. Instead, I went into online forums to read the casual discussions between motorcycle riders trying to repair their bikes. This gave me very authentic, realistic examples of how people might think or talk during the motorcycle repair scenes. I used more formal sources to understand how motorcycles worked, but I drew on the forums for the dialogue and ‘feel’ of the scenes.

Anyway.

So you can see the thought that goes into word choice and descriptions. In a romantic world, I’d no doubt gaze dreamily into my imagination and then type out a perfect description. Whereas in reality, I begin with “James leaned on a tree” and then spend 30 minutes revising that and frowning at stock images of crows until I get to:

“James leaned against a young aspen tree, and tilted his head back as he listened to Scorpius talk. Beneath his fingers, the bark felt smooth and thin as parchment. Overhead, sunlight played through green leaves. A starling flitted from branch to branch.

He wished this summer would last forever.”

[danioak7]

A Perfect Day

Heyo! This is Dani here! Finally posting one of my insert reader fanfics on here, and what could be a better way than to start with the first of 4 parts in my Jonathan Crane series! I’ll hopefully post up another random fanfic later on, but here’s part 1 of my A Perfect Life series. Hope you guys enjoy❤️

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“Johnny, c’mon! I’m sure your dad won’t mind.”

“I-I’m not sure, Y/N...”

She stopped running. She then turned to face him and grabbed his hands. She looked almost nervous. Her small problem was that she did this without thinking too much, and she never considered if Jonathan would be okay with this. She looked up into his eyes, and he could see her e/c eyes as clear as day. They were mesmerizing.

“Hey. If he gets you in trouble, I’ll be there to take the blame.”

“I-I don’t want you to do that. That doesn’t seem right.”

“I don’t care if it’s right; I’m not letting you be at fault for this. But if you don’t want to go...”

“N-No! No, I-I want to go. I really do, Y/N. Let’s just go.” If he was being honest, he really just wanted to spend more time with her. With her holding his hands, he felt safe. He wanted to be in a relationship with her so bad, but with his dad’s research picking up, he knew he couldn’t dare be with her. His father was already so hesitant about him going to school, so what would happen if he got a girlfriend?! But at this moment, he just wanted to be with Y/N. So that’s what he did; he stuck with Y/N.

“Really? O-Okay! Yeah! C’mon, it’s this way!” Y/N still held onto one of his hands as the pair raced from the front of the school towards the small town closest to the school. It wasn’t quite considered as being “in Gotham”, but it was a peaceful little town with a low crime rate, considering how heavy the crime was in the large neighbouring city. For a good bit, the teens were running. But Y/N eventually slowed down, because neither teen could successfully run very far. The entire time, Jonathan held her hand tightly. He was afraid that if he let go, then he’d lose her forever. They strolled through the small town just outside of Gotham, just enjoying each other’s company. She led him towards a pier, where there was a safety railing so people didn’t fall into the water. What she did next left Jonathan in awe...

She let go of his hand and ran up to the railing. She stood there holding onto it, and looking at the water and the sky with so much hope in her eyes. The wind blew lightly, and it softly lifted her h/l, h/c hair. Her skirt was blowing behind her in the wind, and her body language showed that she was at peace. The water in front of her was a deep, sparkling blue. The sky was filled with cotton candy shaped clouds, and was coloured a pale blue like the shirt he wore that day.

The breeze became a bit cold for her, so she shivered slightly. In an instant, Jonathan calmly took off his hoodie, walked towards her, and wrapped it around her. She was so grateful for the gesture. She even wrapped an arm around him, as she hoped he would stay beside her. He did indeed.

The pair started towards the open water ahead of them. It was such a calm time in both of their lives; it felt so weird, but in a good way. But the gears in Jonathan’s head were turning rapidly, just trying to figure out how to tell the sweet angelic girl beside him how he truly felt. To hell with what his dad thought; he wanted to be with her. And if that was the last thing that he would do, he’d be glad he did. Y/N on the other hand was in pure bliss. The boy she had fallen for all those years ago was in such close proximity to her, to the point where she could almost hear his heartbeat. She decided to lay her head on his shoulder, which startled the nervous boy.

“I’m sorry, Johnny! I didn’t mean to do anything wrong.”

“N-No! You’re good. Um, if you want to, you can put your head back there. I really liked it...”

“Oh, okay. I really liked it too.”

Once her head landed back on his shoulder, Jonathan pulled her slightly closer to him. His confidence had disappeared in an instant. But Y/N needed to say one more thing before they fell back to their comfortable silence:

“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Jonathan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“M-Me too, Y/N. I think I’d be pretty lost.”

“You’d still be in the corner, alone at lunch,” the smaller one replied with a chuckle.

“That I would be. That I would be...” and with that, the pair fell back to their peaceful silence. But Jonathan’s head was still trying to figure out how on Earth he was gonna tell her that he felt all these feelings for her.

Bit by bit, his confidence came back. After a while, he did something that even took him by surprise: he lightly kissed Y/N’s forehead and muttered that he loves her. As soon as he did, his face turned an even darker shade of red (if it even could). Where did this come from?! He wasn’t even thinking straight. He started to panic, and wished he hadn’t said that out loud nor done anything at all. During his panic, the small girl looked up at him with large doe eyes.

“I-I’m sorry, Y/N. I-I don’t k-know what-“

“Shut up.”

“I- what?” That got his attention for sure.

“Shut up! You’re so nervous! Don’t be,” she lightly grabbed his chin so that he would look at her, and looked deep into his eyes. Her smile was huge, “because I love you too.”

His mind went blank. Absolutely blank. She loved him?! Oh god, his heart was soaring. He was on cloud 9. All his setbacks in this whole endeavour today had been because he was so nervous and stuck in his head. But all the things that led to something good were when he just shut off his mind, and followed his heart. So that’s what he did.

The lovestruck boy pulled the equally lovestruck girl closer to him, and repeatedly planted sweet kisses to her forehead. The pair were a smiling, blushing mess. But they didn’t care; they had each other. After the many kisses to her forehead, Jonathan mustered up the courage to plant a gentle kiss onto the beautiful girl’s lips. It was sweet and simple, that left the two of them wanting a little bit more. When the two teens pulled away, they instantly wrapped each other in a tight hug.

For Jonathan, he finally found someone to love him and not have the urge to use him for studying purposes. But for Y/N, she now had someone to call her own. She had always wanted someone who loves her unconditionally, and now she finally has that person: her best friend and now boyfriend, Jonathan Crane. And as they watched the cotton candy clouds shift and the sparkling water ripple, their souls intertwined. That single thing caused a symphony of endless love and adoration that rang through the air around them. No matter what would happen in the future, they’d face it together.

But that was all just a pleasant memory now. Now Jonathan sat in a cell in Arkham Asylum, with his back pressed against the wall and a photo in hand. He managed to sneak the photo in, and hide it any time someone came nearby. It was a photo that Y/N had taken that day: she held the camera in a selfie-like fashion, and it showed her with a giant smile. Jonathan was behind her, with his arms wrapped around her waist and his head on her shoulder. He looked so lovestruck in the photo. He still was to this day. The poor boy still twitched with fear as he sat, but that photo- no, the sight of Y/N kept him calm.

She never visited. It was as though he didn’t exist anymore. He would never know if she just didn’t want to come, or if there was something blocking her path. But as long as he had the photo in his hand, he believed he’d be alright. Maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow. Or the next day, even.

“If I could just take us back to those days. If I had one wish, then I could just do that. You used to brighten every empty space, and the words ‘I love you’ replaced any doubt I had. Maybe time wouldn’t try to erase you from my mind. If you could only know that I’d never let you go, Y/N.”

The guard heard Jonathan’s ramblings, and went to check on him. The scared boy saw the infamous scarecrow figure instead, looming over top of him. As soon as the guard got close, he saw the photo. He grabbed it out of Jonathan’s hand, and marched back outside. In Jonathan’s eyes, he saw the scarecrow figure that he hated wrenching his hand open. Then he finally saw the guard, who proceeded to take the photo from the helpless boy. And with that, all his hope disappeared, and he was left completely alone.

“A-And the words ‘I promise, I’ll be back. I’m not leaving you’ r-ring through my head. I-I m-miss y-you Y/N…”

The broken shell of a hopeless boy was all that was left in that cell. And from that point on, there were few words he actually said. All that came from him now were screams.

[bbnibini]

PSISLY: An Obey Me!CYOA – forty-four🔖

{ OPEN STATUS : YES

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Mammon : 100♡/100♡ Satan: 85♡/100♡ Barbatos: 0♡/100♡ Lucifer: 5♡/100♡

CLOSE STATUS : YES >approved }

You wondered where it all went wrong.

Everything had been perfect since you discovered the identity of your secret admirer. Uncovering sides of Mammon that perhaps he wasn't even aware of himself, you spent a lot of time getting to know each other, marveling at every new thing you discovered about him. You kept his love-filled words close to your heart, lingering there at times when you felt lost and perhaps even unloved. His penned words were beautiful yet poignant, hopeful yet deep which, you have eventually discovered reflected so much of Mammon himself. He often rebuffed your praises, perhaps shy of your careful observations. There would always be a blush there dusting his cheeks, colouring itself in deeper shades at every sneaky kiss. You always liked those nights when you talk about anything that pops out of your minds, and you thought he liked them too. But now, you were starting to feel doubt.

"Mammon, I didn't mean to--"

He turned away from you and covered his face with both of his hands. "This ai-- this won't…" he hesitated. "It will never work between us."

How did it come to this?

💌💌💌

Flashback to this morning when it all started.

"Mammon?" you couldn't help but reach out to him, your hand touching his cheek. ' Didn't the spell work?' you thought to yourself as you heard him stutter a 'Yes', kissing your inner palms.

"Is something amiss, my love? You look like you've seen a ghost."

So it didn't work?

You shook your head and let your hand rest on his cheek. "No…I was just wondering if you wanted to sleep some more."

Why is he still acting like this?

"If I sleep now, then it would ruin yesterday's efforts." he fiddled with something in his DDD--his email app; showing two booked tickets to Devil's Coast. Signs of the old Mammon showed in his boyish grin. "And all it took was covering for an acquaintance's shift."

"Is that why you're there yesterday?"

Mammon smiled shyly. "Yes…I wanted to surprise you. Is it too early to celebrate the conclusion of our final exams?"

You couldn't help but smile back. You planted a kiss on his lips which he happily received. "Very early. But this is a nice change of pace before Armageddon."

"Ain't that the--" he cleared his throat and quickly corrected himself. "Very true. Once this weekend is over, we are back to our old, monotonous routines."

You weren't imagining it. Something about his graceful movements really did seem off. "I'm looking forward to it!" Then again, you supposed there was a reason behind this. You decided to humour him and pretend you haven't noticed anything. "Let me wash up first and we can grab something to eat?"

"That sounds lovely."

Hoping your feigned smile wouldn't betray you, you shut the bathroom door and quickly opened your DDD to text Satan.

You looked at your own reflection in the mirror and nodded to yourself. Turtleneck it is. You learned your lesson the last time. A mixture of Mammon's toiletries and yours were in the bathroom, making you remember how he was trying his best to hide his excitement from invading half of your space the first time you talked about sharing a room. Not like his room was safe from your own stuff too--it just so happens that he likes hanging around your room lately because of how busy you were. He usually finishes his council duties early and tries (read: tried) to help you with yours, until both of you immediately realise that his bystanding was the best help he could offer. Any pouting from his side was placated with hugs and kisses, words of love he was too shy to say back and a loving gaze he couldn't help but give you when he thought you wouldn't notice. He still isn't the most honest demon when it comes to expressing his feelings, but you can see that he was trying. You just hoped that his recent gentlemanly behaviour is also a part of his trials and he isn't involved in anything dangerous.

Letting go of your nostalgia and embracing the present back in your thoughts, you wondered about the sound of shattering glass from outside. There you saw a flustered Mammon picking up the shards of what looked like Lucifer's china with his bare hands--his gentlemanly facade was nowhere to be seen.

"Mammon, no! Put that down. You'll injure yourself!" you cried, responding on instinct to take his hands into yours, throwing the shards back to the floor in the process. You snuck a look at Mammon and saw his troubled expression, bitten lips you usually noticed when he wasn't having the best kind of thoughts---or you simply dubbed as sad Mammon upon discovering it one drunken, wild and passionate night. You couldn't smell any alcohol on him this time though so you wondered what caused him to look this way.

"I'm fine…" Gentlemammon was back, albeit with a shaky voice. "Please don't worry, I still have to clean this up."

"Let me help you."

"It will heal quickly even if I get injured. There is nothing to worry about." he assured you, keeping your warning in mind, only to take it back once he saw your worried look. "I will wear gloves this time," he said as he hastily placed each pair on, a small smile forming his lips as he did so. "There, you see? I will be fine. So please step back now and I'll do it myself."

"What were you doing anyway?"

Mammon avoided eye contact. "I wanted to serve you breakfast in bed."

"That's very sweet but, you shouldn't push yourself too hard."

Silence. He continued picking up the shards, disposing of it in a trash bag nearby. "I want to push myself." You heard him sigh. "However, I suppose it's my mistake to assume I can carry this out without failure. Can I try again though?"

You didn't have the heart to reject him especially if he looked like a kicked puppy right now. "Of course! But I want to eat with you."

A compromise that he was willing to adhere to. The pancakes he made were slightly charred and oddly spicy. The Melancholy Coffee™ you praised him for making the other day tasted even worse---unpleasantly bitter that if you didn't attribute its strong, bitter taste to Mammon's love for you would have caused a gagging reflex. A feigned smile was painted on your face for the rest of breakfast, making mental notes to take stomach medicine once he is out of sight. You comforted yourself with the fact that you had a date with him today. The bitterness subsided a bit with your early morning daydreams.

Satan had been a wonderful accomplice. With his intervention, Mammon avoided bumping into anyone, thus making his situation a lot  less complicated. The avatr of wrath gave you a conspiratory smile and a wink, mouthing you well wishes for your day by your lover's side to go smoothly. You nodded and mouthed back at him a  thanks in reply. Your back and forth didn't escape notice however. You avoided Mammon's sensible questioning with a clueless smile.

"I haven't seen even Beelzebub at the dining area today. Is everyone but Satan asleep?"

Smile.

"I was going to pay back Leviathan for the money I owed him this morning. I wonder why he isn't around today…"

He will pay back?! Smile

"I wonder how my dear eldest brother Lucifer is doing--"

S-smile…

"As I thought, perhaps expecting change from me is unsightly. I'm sorry if I'm wasting your weekend by asking you out out of the blue…"

Smi--

"Wait, no!" you held him by his face and vehemently denied his claims. "I love you, Mammon! I'm looking forward to today as you are!"

Blush.

Your faces resembled tomatoes. Satan had to clear his throat to remind both of you of his presence.

"If you flirt any longer, you'll miss your bus."

"R-right…" you looked away.

"Certainly." Mammon stuttered. You felt a hand reaching out for yours, turning to Mammon who had a bashful smile. You smiled back and interlocked your fingers together.

The ride to the amusement park was awkward yet pleasant. You saw cracks in his facade a couple of times, familiar with the reluctance on his movements unlike his odd and almost unsettling finesse at the cafe. You still weren't sure if he really is still under a curse or not, or if he is and it was weakening every moment, but you decided to wait for him to address it on his own. You have recently learned that Mammon gets really flustered if you pay attention to him (bordering almost on timidity) and loses his will/drive if you let him know that you are aware of him. A few pillow talks ago, he admitted it was because he only wanted to show you his cool sides, to which you answered (with much confusion), "But you're always cool though?" and he responded with his usual remarks, ranging from "idiot" to his classic "weirdo"™. Today, much like yesterday however, there was none of that. Instead, he called you several affectionate pet names, and even bashfully shared some snacks with you that he usually considered as "indirect kiss territory", which is Mammon Code for "I ain't doin' this cos I like it, kay?" which totally meant that he was doing it because he liked the heck out of it.

"Hey Mammon," you looked at his reflection from your window seat as you spoke. "Why did you write me a letter?"

You saw him blush an adorable shade of red from the window. "What's with the sudden question?"

"I was just curious," you answered. "I didn't know you could write so well."

"I-is that so…"

"I really appreciate it, although you might be tired of hearing it already."

"...."

"I'm so glad you sent it to me. To be honest, I was beginning to wonder if anyone will ever remember me once I go back to the human world." you remembered your first interaction with him and laughed. "We didn't have the best first impression of each other, didn't we?"

"...I should have treated you better."

You leaned your head on his shoulder and kissed his cheek, looking up to meet his eyes. "You're doing it now and that's what matters."

You sensed sadness in his eyes for a fraction of a second before the conductor announced your stop. You must have imagined it.

💌💌💌

"Wahhh! Mammon, look! Look! Is that Red Devil?! Kyaaaa he's so cuuuute!!"

"O-oi, don't pull-- I mean…Cease! Cease!"

You couldn't help it! There was so much to see everywhere! The crowded theme park was filled with all kinds of attractions at every direction that any child or child-at-heart would definitely enjoy. Taking a photo with the park's mascot, Red Devil is one of the first activities you have done from your many planned ones on your date. Your contagious enthusiasm had infected him that by the time he realised he was grinning at every picture, it was too late. He looked oddly disturbed but you only laughed it off and reassured him that the shots were great!

"It isn't...after all, I'm--"

"Mammon?"

"It's nothing." You were beginning to feel bad for dragging him along.

"Is everything okay?" he suddenly turned pale and you asked him to sit down. "Do you want to take a break?"

He declined your offer and shook his head. "I'm fine. Let's continue our date, shall we?"

Eh?

That pose…

"The Devilish Duke?"

It was definitely the Devilish Duke from the manga adaptation of Emison Beckstein's timeless classic, The Emerald-Eyed Earl. The Devilish Duke was the protagonist's fiancé and was a minor villain in the story. He became hugely popular because of the success of the manga adaptation as well as the artist's interpretation of his design. You couldn't help but mention it right now because Mammon was currently mimicking the Duke's infamous "courtship pose", which many otakus credit for being the very first ever "kabedon".

Mammon's eyes widened once you mentioned his name and quickly pulled away. He dragged you gently to the next attraction before you could say a word.

His odd behaviour only persisted as your date went on-- a kiss on your hand near the fountains, like what Senpai-San did to Shujinko-chan in Heartbeat Memorial: My First Love, Please Notice Me Or I Will Spontaneously Combust! ; a reiteration of an infamous line from a popular otome game, Mystery Message Delivery in the ferris wheel, as well as a kiss at its top, just like Mary Sue and Gary Stu from the popular Devildom Drama, I'm a Powerful Demon But I Fell in Love with a Human?. If you weren't familiar with the references, your heart must have already given out the first time he attempted those moves at you, but since you were aware of where they're from, you couldn't help but think it was cute instead. He must have done his own research to make you happy, but it was a failure on his part to not realise that you would have been happy even if he didn't go out of his way. Then again, it was pretty unfair to complain because anything Mammon did in your own biased eyes was precious and adorable.

"I love you, Mammon." you muttered loud enough for him to hear while you were in line for the Devil's Teacups . He must have heard it because he squeezed your hand tighter as you waited.

There were still times when he persisted on keeping his Gentlemammon™ facade, much like when he declined going to the horror house with you, only for you to find out he wanted to turn you down in the first  because he wasn't very good with ghosts (You had to wait for him to defrost after turning into a literal ice sculpture when one of the ghosts grabbed him by the ankle). He also swore not to let you ride "rigorous rides", but finally let his hair down and rode all of your favourite thrill rides with his usual energy and cheer. By the time he realised this, both of you were lining up for the March of Death for the third time. You learned your lesson already and didn't make a fuss about his tiny revelation. Instead, you held him by the arm and smiled at him. "It's fun, isn't it?" Mammon looked shocked at first, but as he sighed and finally replied, you noticed he was back to his usual self.  "It certainly is." Your heart immediately deflated at his answer, but more than anything, you couldn't help but be disappointed in yourself.

He had his guard up for the rest of your date and you didn't know why. It seemed like he was forcing himself. The sun was starting to set, and the bus home had been terribly late so you had a lot of time to contemplate while waiting for it to come. Mammon had been silent, looking up at the sky as if searching for something far away. You didn't want him to wander too far so you pulled him back.

"Why have you been acting weird since yesterday. What's wrong?" you couldn't help it. You have finally ran out of patience and you're starting to take his unusual behaviour personally, which you know deep down was unfair especially with how he went out of his way today.

Mammon looked taken aback, frowning once he processed your words. "What do you mean?"

"That. Why…why are you doing that?"

"..."

When he didn't answer, you finally aired out the thoughts weighing you down. "I didn't want to ask you because I wanted you to say it first, I'm sorry. Was it because of what I said last night?"

He called your name, sounding hurt. "Do you not like it?"

You shook your head. "I meant it when I said I don't like it, you know. And I mean it in the best way!" You held him by the hand and placed it close to your chest, hoping your beating heart was already telling. "I prefer the real you."

"Do you really mean that?"

You nodded again. "I even consulted Satan yesterday to undo your curse. You...you were cursed, weren't you?"

"So it was you."

What?

"Mammon,what's going on?" What did he mean by that? You started to worry.

However, despite your repetitions, Mammon didn't answer. Instead, he only looked at you guiltily. At some point, he held your hand back with his trembling ones. He needs time, you thought to yourself and kissed his knuckles, not saying a word. Eventually, your patience was rewarded.

"...I asked the witches to curse me."

You quietly urged him to continue speaking. "I just wanted this date to be perfect, y'know? Don't wanna screw it up. I always do.

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Now don't look at me like that. It's unfair. Ya say one thing but mean another. Even you are sick and tired of me, yeah?"

What…

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When did you ever say that?!

It hurt. It hurts to think that Mammon ever thought you'd think of him that way. You thought you had been a wonderful lover to him, always showering him with affection and treasuring every moment you shared together. You thought he knew how much he mattered to you, but it turns out you weren't expressing yourself enough and he assumed you were lying to yourself.

"I…I never…"

Crap. Now, you can't even see him clearly. Stupid tears. You felt him wiping your eyes at every tear shed, muttering apologies as he gently held you in his arms. "Shit! I didn't mean to make ya cry. Fuck, this is why I'm such a screw up! If I coulda stayed cursed for a while longer, you'd never cry like this!"

"Mammon…I love you." you repeated those words again and again until you were satisfied. "Didn't I tell you? I love you for who you are and what you are that I have eventually found out on my own."

He didn't speak after what you said, instead he pulled you away from the hug. Despite feeling disheartened, you continued to speak. "Mammon, I don't care how long it takes for you to accept that you are all of the things I tell you. If I can lend you my eyes so you can see what kind of wonderful demon I'm seeing whenever I look at you, I'd do so in a heartbeat. I love you."

You thought this would placate him, but instead, he sneered. "Which part of me do you actually love?"

"Everything!" you answered. "I love that there is so much more to you than meets the eye---I feel thankful every day that I have been privy to see that sweet and sincere side of you, especially in your letter. True, I did not feel that way at first, but the letter, oh Mammon. I fell in love with you upon reading its first passages! No one had ever said such precious words to me in my life, so I wanted to do the same for you."

"In the end, it's always that stupid letter."

"Excuse me?"

"IT'S ALWAYS THAT STUPID FUCKING LETTER!" he shouted, immediately regretting his outburst once he saw the hurt look on your face. However hurt you looked as the truth was spoken to you, he pressed on and twisted the knife even further. If a sweet memory is a calm before your inevitable storm (read: breakup), it was better to at least tell you the truth.

"I can't see it. I can't see that wonderful demon you're always talking about---the one who wrote that letter to you." The sunset dyed his silver hair orange. "I tried seeing him. Maybe it's me who's the problem, y'know? You kept on telling me I'm all these amazin' things, but I just couldn't. All I see is...me."

"Mammon."

"You said I was sincere, but I don't remember bein' sincere at all when I was writin' that stupid thing, so I tried to be even if I was bad at it. You said I was thoughtful so I tried to be, but look at where that thoughtfulness went---tears on your fucking face." he laughed bitterly. "I'm an absolute saint, aren't I?"

"...I really meant it you know?"

" 'Course you do. That's fer sure. But lovin' a scum means he's still scum. You deserve better, and I can't give that to ya."

"But Mammon…I only want you."

Mammon's bitter smile never left his face. "Do ya really? Or do you want the Mammon who wrote you the letter?"

!!!

"See? I gotcha, didn't I?"

You don't understand. What did he get that you didn't? You love Mammon, that was the truth. You did not love him, and weren't even aware of him at first, but the letter he sent to your locker changed that. It was a catalyst for finally seeing him in a completely different light. What was the difference between the Mammon who wrote the letter to the Mammon in front of you in the first place? Aren't they one and the same? Was he joking right now? Because you certainly weren't laughing.

However many thoughts were racing in your mind right now, only three words seem to come out of you.

"I love you," and every utterance only brought more tears in your eyes, afraid of the possibility that Mammon must have been feeling the same way right now.

You were tired. Tired of explaining it to him, tired of reassuring him that he was fine the way he is. Every 'I love you' was like a dagger to your heart, growing conscious of the fact that both of you may feel the same way, but both of your feelings weren't reaching each other at all.

In your exasperation, you couldn't help but finally say,

"I don't want this anymore."

You wondered where it all went wrong.

Everything had been perfect since you discovered the identity of your secret admirer. Uncovering sides of Mammon that perhaps he wasn't even aware of himself, you spent a lot of time getting to know each other, marveling at every new thing you discovered about him. You kept his love-filled words close to your heart, lingering there at times when you felt lost and perhaps even unloved. His penned words were beautiful yet poignant, hopeful yet deep which, you have eventually discovered reflected so much of Mammon himself. He often rebuffed your praises, perhaps shy of your careful observations. There would always be a blush there dusting his cheeks, colouring itself in deeper shades at every sneaky kiss. You always liked those nights when you talk about anything that pops out of your minds, and you thought he liked them too. But now, you were starting to feel doubt.

"Mammon, I didn't mean to--"

He turned away from you and covered his face with both of his hands. "This ai-- this won't…" he hesitated. "It will never work between us."

*beep!*

"Get on first. I'll catch up with ya."

"...okay."

How did it come to this?

💌💌💌

You didn't know how you were able to get home that night. You couldn't even remember the people you spoke to before you went back to your room. The side of your bed was empty of Mammon as well as your heart.

You didn't realise that you hurt him. You might have meant well and were even truthful of your affections for him, but the truth still laid there, mocking you in the face--you were idealising him. You thought you knew him by a few reads of the scented passages of his letter, that you refused to see him for who he really is. Oh, what a hypocrite you are.

His question continued to linger in your mind as you retrieved the said letter from your drawer. You didn't have the heart to read what it says anymore.

Why does it matter? It's all over.

Thinking in that vein, you sighted the gas lamp near your table and started entertaining darker thoughts.

Why not just forget about everything?

[ What will you do? ]

💌Burn the letter

💌Hesitate

💌masterlist

[hereliesbitches--me]

Full name:  Toruga ( Winchester ) Nicknamed:  The Good Doctor, Father, Doc, Purple Pimp

Gender: Male Species: Demon Age: Immortal, appears to be in his late 30s, early 40s Sexuality: If its a shade of royal purple, its within that field of interest. Otherwise, he couldnt care less Nationality: Travels about, German based design. Dude is a demon imitating human design City or town of birth: The Enigma , The realm of Neikan and the Emotions Currently lives: Moves where there is work, primarily between Europe and the United States, where is assets are located Languages spoken: English, Spanish, German, Russian, Korean, Japanese, variations of the chinese dialect (fluent in Mandarin) , Hindi -- basically a workable understanding of many mainstream languages of varying countries. He’s old, he’s been around, and he is able to retain and learn easily Native language: prefers English and German Accent/diction: Speaks with refined annunciation with his English, but in a more relaxed state he has a slight German accent. Relationship Status: A widower still obsessed with his monsters and his creator but she just wont see him in such a way rip the man

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 6’6 Weight: 160 pounds in human form, his dark form varies in weight Figure/build: Tall, stocky built. His muscle is primarily in his arms, legs, and chest, with a faintly noticeable gut (lowkey dad bod) Hair color: Black, peppered with grey strands Hairstyle: keeps it medium length but professional, Eye color:  A deep orange Skin/fur colour: His skin is a sandy beige complexion littered by dark discolored scars. Having tiger features, he has inverted colors with black fur and white stripes. Tattoos: Neikan’s branding is on his left inner forearm. Tends to stroke it absentmindedly  Scars/distinguishing marks: Toruga is littered by minor discolored scars all over his arms and chest, but his iconic scar is the 3 clawed slashing going down his face. Preferred style of clothing: In a button up collared shirt and black dress pants, coupled with his lap coat, He never really goes anywhere without his labcoat. He has no real sense of.. Dressing casual. If not his lab coat, he still wears a kind of trenchcoat in some way. And suspenders for a touch of extra class

HEALTH

Bad Habits: -Cant form real human connection - sees everything as object variables to dissect ,explore, and use for experimentation. - Regularly abuses the fuck out of the other negatives because they are inferior idiots - Sociopathic murderer (“for Science”). -Obsessed with Neikan, the demon who created him, and will turn on anyone in her defense, friend or foe. -Views any personal connection to a person like having a pet you're fond for, but nothing is above Neikan. -Stress smoker.

Addictions: -Sexually infatuated by the color purple, - Takes Sadistic pleasure in watching the bold break down, - Gets off on taking control and causing pain in the act of intimacy.

PERSONALITY

Personality: Toruga is a deceptive man by nature, a demon conjured up and hand made by Neikan herself, inspired by Josef Mengele which she had seen in the lives of one of her vessels. Being based on the mad doctor, Toruga himself is brilliant in the fields of genetics, biology, and the anatomy of anything he can get his hands on. Despite the basis, Toruga is simply a being that never was a child, thus has formed a persona that imitates human emotion and relations to get his way. He doesn't feel true connection, he doesn't feel empathy, sympathy, or guilt for what he does, as long as it feeds into the goal of appeasing his mistress and furthering her goals. Which makes lying and altering his persona to the liking of his associates quite easy. Toruga presents himself like a fatherly figure -- even tempered, soft but confidently spoken, and constantly utilizing praise and interest in another when he’s looking to make nice. He’s a master of manipulation and will not hesitate to research a person’s history, or gauge a weakness from conversation alone, and exploit it if it makes them more agreeable or himself more appealing.   He doesnt respond to insults or physical attacks,  not a single thing in the world bothers him, save for the failure of the negatives to complete a task, or if the insult is directed at his mistress. Or if it is impeding his work, because that would make him unappealing to Neikan. Only then will he react. And he will do so swiftly and violently to make his point known. He is not afraid of death threats, or to be beaten or dismembered or tortured, because of his inability to die (Thanks to his connection to Neikan. For as long as she lives, he can) He finds those sorts of threats mildly amusing, because he has been here for centuries, and he will continue to be well after humanity is nothing more than bones and Ash beneath their feet. His personality can swivel on a dime, but overall he is a fairly pleasant person to interact and talk with. He;s had plenty of time to master human expression.  Toruga also tends to be very physical when he shows interest, with subtle touches, unbroken eye contact, and closeness. Its simply the spider tossing the silk of his webs to capture the poor fly that has no idea the fate to come. He can be incredibly jealous and spiteful when it comes to what diverts the attention of his mistress

Strengths: Determined, Even tempered, charming personality. Incredibly intelligent and gifted with holding conversations. A great asset if you need a doctor to work on any sort of viral or bacterial bioweapon, or if ya need a guy that likes to alter and play with mortal genetics. His inability to stay permanently dead makes him quite the threat in theory, and with that demonic origin he does have supernatural strength compared to the average mortal. He has no real blood, just inky mass of dark matter that makes up his form and drips in imitation blood.

Weaknesses: Neikan. Divine weaponry and magic also hurt like a bitch and would require he directly return to neikan to get fixed up.

Fears/phobias: Failing Neikan to the point she abandons him or makes another negative to replace him.

Favourite color:

P U R P L E 

Did I say purple?  Very important to know. And any shade that compliments it.

Hobbies: - Kidnapping subjects indiscriminately based on their viability and their chance of being pursued, disfiguring them, wiping their memory, and then using them as test subjects for his viral bioweapon projects. - Making handmade clothing for his test subject children. He’s quite the skilled tailor. He especially loves dressing up his daughter before she ran away - Traveling about to meet with and work closely with assorted allies towards an end goal of toppling human society and shifting power - Taking out his anger and frustration on the negatives because they dont die - Talking to his dead husband he keeps perfectly preserved in a case down in his lab

Theme Song: - “Pet” by perfect circle - “Trust me” from the Devil’s Carnival

SKILLS

Talents/skills: - Tailoring clothing of all materials - Extensive knowledge of the medical field - skilled virologist and biochemist - Manipulative - Skillful liar

Education: Multiple lifetimes of trial and error through multiple dimensions and a variety of different levels of technology he’s explored with. Lacking any formal training, being an extension of his mistress means he also inherits the knowledge of her vessels. Coupled with his own experimentation and studied through multiple worlds.

Abilities: Being a demon made of dark matter means he’s endowed with an assortment of natural abilities, however unlike the more well known hell spawn demons, the negatives and their abilities from Neikan are typically only physical based.  Those abilities include: - Enhanced Strength and Endurance (built up after years of handling monsters, and the lack of human limitations/strains on the body) - Complete Regeneration (as long as the weapon is not enchanted or by divine means) - Minor shapeshifting, limited to his true forms. From human, to the black mass in the shape of a man, to a beastial tiger form - A photographic and auditory memory that retains just about any information he finds worthy of withholding. It also allows him to learn any language with ease after being exposed to it for a period of time

FAMILY, FRIENDS AND FOES

Personal history: Created around the time period of Pride’s((The Vessel) lifetime, 6 vessels prior to Nikki, Toruga was formed at first out of curious reasons and the need for a friend, but her intent with him became malicious shortly after her grief in the following life which split her soul into two halves. Left with nothing but malice and hatred for humanity, with the worst aspect of her being, Neikan utilized all her negativity to create a figure that would help speed up the process of ending the lives of the future vessels. Toruga was based on Josef Mengele, which Neikan had been exposed to as a child through the eyes of her second vessel, Hate. The demon was never a child, born as a perfectly capable adult to keep this young grieving woman company, it was at the start of his existence which paved the way to his obsessive love for his Creator. Toruga was her friend, her pet project that she left responsible with overseeing any of her new creations were given a job and set in order. While not active at first, Toruga observed humanity from the distance and learned the art of imitating them perfectly to blend in and manipulate what he understood. He studied their texts, he studied their culture, the array of species, their anatomies, their science and their technologies, absorbed it all until he could put it to use at the very end. Toruga is in love with his mistress, but with her fixation on her vengeance and the delicate heartbreak, she refuses to see him in such a way. Which, in turns, drives his unyielding determination to please her to make her see him. Coming to the existence of the last vessel, Nikki, things got complicated. Neikan assigned him a task to make a malleable beast that can infiltrate, a living machine to be the wolf in sheep's clothing, so when the last life became known, this being would be sent to kill it. Unfortunately for them, that bio weapon became the last life. Once inheriting Neikan and all the previous lives, any of the previous wiring he had instilled in the fetus were completely wiped away with the new presence of thought and free will -- the result, which would send Toruga on a wild chase to retrieve his experiment , all the way back to Earth. He spends years having to establish bases and connections on earth, all while scouring for his little project, taking well over 10 years before finally finding her. When he eventually does kidnap her and attempt to reset her mentally, Nikki retaliates and flees, leaving him with the iconic face scar he has now, but his project was now an unstable mess.  

Toruga is a man who juggles many projects at once. Despite a singular failure, he is always looking to make improvements, which would have eventually led to the creation of Malakaid as a failsafe to getting rid of Nikki, then immediately lost after yet another raid by Rosie and the authorities. But there is no stopping, there is always alternatives to getting what he wants. His web is vast, his determination and will unyielding. The world will fall to his mistress, one way or another. As of now, Toruga works closely with a variety of associates, primarily the Branches of Virtues because of their plentiful assets, and acts as a kind of apostle for Neikan to gain more souls willing to join their cause. His main project is a viral mutagen called the Uxoru virus, and helping work towards a modified super soldier serum made from Angel’s blood.

Parents names: Neikan Shadou (Sheila Lunarcrest)

Siblings: The other negatives, including John, Sebura, Kura, and Joku. By technicality, anyone made by Neikan is a kind of sibling.

Relationship with siblings: Toruga is the head honcho of the show, responsible for directing and punishing the others for their failures. Their stupidity and clumsiness prove to be incredibly irritating to him, and because they cant die he has no hesitation in brutally maiming and abusing them for it. They all have a bitterness, but a respectful fear towards him, and he knows it well. None of them are his equal, for he was the first, and he intends to keep it that way.

Partner/Spouse: -Vermont (Former husband, now deceased. Murdered mistakenly by Toruga himself after Vermont questioned Neikan’s intentions and plans. )

Children:

- Nikki Ai (His first experiment, artificially created and planted within a mother. She has no recollection of him as her creator, but rather this monster that hunts her down. She never came back as she was suppose to, and thus is a nuisance he needs dead)

- Malakaid (The second improvement to Nikki’s design , made from Nikki and Jacob’s dna, spliced with his own. Malakaid was stolen as a baby by Rosie and imprinted on her. Because of this, he will not go back to Toruga.)

( From his relationship with Vermont)

- Veronica Winchester (Eldest daughter, ran away at 12 years old.)

- Toby Winchester ( A young boy, still living with him. He drags him around on his work trips when he’s able to. Because he witnessed his birth parent murdered as a toddler, Toby is practically a skittish mute of a boy that fears his father but will not dare leave the way his sister did.)

Enemies:

Basically got beef with everyone bcuz he probably fucked over your loved ones at some point and just doesn't recall it. He primarily has enemies with Rosie( A very personal vendetta) and the Angel Project, the Divine Calvary, and any enemies of the Branches of Virtues. He doesn’t try to make enemies but if people are gonna try to stop him from completing his work because its “unethical” and “Inhumane” then a bitch gonna go into the cage with the rest of the subjects. But he’s a hard man to hate because as long as you are blissfully ignorant, he seems like such a pleasant man to keep company with.

Associates:

- The Branches of Virtue

- Nathair Elerdand

- Neikan and the Negatives

Affiliated verse:

Tag: :The Good Doctor (Toruga):

- Iniquitous Essence (The info above)

- Pokeverse : Toruga is a scientist of the Aether foundation , working on a secret specialized project for Lusamine, to create a world where human and pokemon are one -- as halflings. He experiments using genetic information gathered from the ultra beast data, along with splicing human dna with that of Pokemon, varying from adults to unborn fetuses. Everyone of which failed (dying in a matter of months, if born. Dying and resulting in a stillbirth. Or death induced by the Human body rejecting the intrusive genetics and triggering a shut down response) until finally there was Rosie. He studied her for the entirety of her childhood, a secret success he dare not report until certain she would not die like the rest, only to be lost in a fire (as far as he knows) aimed at silencing her rowdy father.

Much to his dismay, Toruga continues his research on human genetics, milking the foundations of its assets to feed his curiosity, with no real loylty to anyone but himself. But those skulligans are a promising bunch of nobodies to utilize for testing. He’s on the hunt to get his pet project back

[hyocherie]

AtsuHina: T w o W o r l d s (侑日:2つの世界)

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1.

"You see," she whispered onto his warm slender arms, wrapped with thick cotton. "They were kicked out of the palace."

"Palace?" Seiji looked at the girl in his arms. "What do you mean 'palace'?"

"Oh! I didn't tell you yet, haven't I?" Her amber orbs looked right into his blueberry orbs. He flushed all shades of red. He can't find the reason why but it made him...uncalm or what's the word? Ah, uncertain that makes his heart beat an unhealthy pace, I guess? He then shook his head slowly, still staring onto those two sparkling stars of the petite girl.

"I'm a crown princess. I'm part of the Imperial Family. Not the human Imperial Family, but the Imperial family of Kitsunes..."

"Oh, you mean a Kitsune or a fox spirit?"

"Yeah! Wait how did you-"

"We learn Japanese Mythology."

"Oh-wait-Japanese Mythology?! We're myths?!"

"Yeah. Why are you so shocked about it?"

"Baka! We thought that human beings-li-like you know that we're real."

"No, you're just myths to us. I feel like I'm dreaming when I saw you."

She was now the one who was flushing all the shades of red. She saw that statement differently. Like, she was a miracle or a blessing from the heavens to him. Maybe she's being a little assuming. But, while he spoke that statement, she heard him muttering it, so softly that she doesn't know if she really heard it right. Seiji gazed down, staring at the concrete playground ground with rose-coloured cheeks.

"Dreaming? Did I hear that right?"

"Yes, you heard that right," He baffled out the words, not making contact because of shyness.

"Well, this isn't a dream."

He looked at her.

"You just hugged me."

He stared at her.

"Are you okay?"

He was back in reality.

"Sorry, I spaced out."

She giggled, he flushed all colours of red once again. The feeling in his stomach and mind is woozy, he's quite unfamiliar in what he's feeling. Has he fallen in love? His older brother said to him that if you feel something peculiar in your stomach and head, your heart beating fast, and you feel warm with them, you have fallen in love. He wants to deny these feelings, he just met her. But his heart whispers, she's someone that he will spend the rest of his life with, even after death. He started to forget the reason why her twin brothers were kicked out of the palace, her too.

2.

"OSAMUUUUUU"

Osamu, who was making Origiris for Akari, looked startled when he heard someone say his name angrily. He looked at the person to shout his name, being irritated that the fact it was his bothersome and dramatic twin, Atsumu.

"What do you want?" He inquired with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY STUFF?!"

"What do you mean, I never touch your things-"

"My bracelet?!"

"Oh that," he then looked back at his Onigiris. "I did nothing to that."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DID NOTHING?! I SMELL YOU SCENT ON MY ROOM!"

"Because," He answered, wished he did not but he needed to or he will hear his annoying brother scream at him for the whole day. "We share the same room. Are you an idiot?"

"NO!" He groped the grey hakama Osamu is wearing and shake him hard. "WHERE'S IS MY BRACELET?!"

"Alright! Fine!" He then pushed Atsumu's hand away from gripping his shirt then gave the chrysalis blue bead bracelet from his pocket and gave it to him. Atsumu then snatched it from him, leaving a grumpy pout on his face. "I don't like you!" He then left. Osamu the shouted.

"Do you think I like you too?! Baka!"

"Hmph!" Atsumu then squirmed out of the room, wearing his blue bead bracelet on his left hand. He stopped in his tracks and looked at the bracelet in his wrist. This bracelet was given to him or practically made for him by his older sister, to know he lost contact to. He looked up at the sky with a sad expression on his face.

"Onee-chan," he began to sob, missing his elder sister. "I miss you..."

"I miss you so much. I want to see you again."

Osamu then went out of the kitchen, holding an Onigiri in his hands. He then strode over to his sobbing brother, looking at him.

"You miss Onee-chan?"

"I do..."

"Here," He then handed the Onigiri to Atsumu. He gladly took it.

"I also miss Onee-chan...I wonder what happened to her now?"

"There are rumours that she turned into a human and married one too."

He then took a bite from the Onigiri, still looking up at the sky with crystal tears shedding from his eyes. Then, to his surprise, the one beside him started crying too. He looked at him, confused.

"Why are you crying?"

"I-I-I..." He covered his face with his fists, crying as softly as he can. Atsumu then softly patted his back.

"I miss her..."

"I want to see her again. Play with her again. I want to her incredible stories, her vicious imagination. I want to hear her pleasant and angelic voice. I miss her hugs. I miss her advice. I miss her love. Onee-chan...come back...please..."

Atsumu started to cry even more.

The two foxes cried in the middle of a meadow, screaming on top of their lungs how much they miss their beloved sister.

And from afar, Akari was eating her Onigiri, dumbfounded about why his older brothers (that's what she calls them) are crying on a happy day in Autumn.

3.

Hinata looked at the distance with blank eyes. He's always curious about that forest, so dark that you can't see anything else from 5 feet deeper into the forest. His best friend, Yamaguchi and Yachi looked at him, then looked at each other with 'what's wrong with him' faces. Yachi then tapped Hinata's shoulder, he looked at her.

"Why do you always look far if we pass this forest?"

"I do?"

"Yeah," Yamaguchi muttered, looking at the forest standing in front of them.

Yachi then moved closer to Hinata, whispering in his ear. "There's a rumour that an old Shinto Shrine stands in the middle of the forest."

"I also heard that once you go in, you'll never find your way out," Yamaguchi scooted closer to Hinata, also whispering.

"I want to go inside..."

"You're going to get lost!" Yachi whisper-shouted, looking at Hinata. Yamaguchi nodded in agreement.

"I know...but..it's killing me..what's out there..."

"Just, don't," Yamaguchi took Hinata's arm and held it tightly. Yachi pleaded him with sad eyes.

"Why are you two looking at me like that?" He inquired, giggling.

"Please..." Yamaguchi muttered.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll get lost," Yachi said.

"And you won't come back," Yamaguchi started to sob.

Hinata laughed as carefree as he can. Yachi and Yamaguchi looked at each other, confused.

"Don't worry, I won't be lost! C'mon, let's go back home."

And the three children went back home, Yamaguchi clinging onto Hinata's arm and Yachi leading the way. But little did the two children know that Hinata, the oldest one out of all of them, is going to go there at night out of curiosity.

4.

He braced himself. He's ready.

"Alright, I got my flashlight. I'm good to go," He told himself. His friends told him not to go into that scary forest but he will, though he himself is scared too. He looked at the distance, the forest having no artificial lights except the sidewalk's light. He walked towards the dark forest, putting his flashlight in front of him. His hands are shaking, he breathes in and out slowly and quietly. He thinks there may be predators ready to eat him, a little child, alive. He stopped in his tracks hearing a faint rustle of bushes in the distance. The sound went closer and closer until it was approximately 10 meters away. He looked at where the sound came from, only to see almond eyes tinted chestnut. He gasped. He wanted to run away but his feet are glued down the ground. The figure then got out of the bush, making Hinata scared even more that made his cry. The figure then spoke with a gentle voice, taking all the child's worries away.

"Why are you awake at this hour?"

Hinata then looked at the guy. He had a slender built, his hair coloured like the sun, his tail also coloured the same hue, his eyes tinting different shade of chestnut, hinting with a little bit of green and grey. He had 9 tails spreading out behind him, and his ears tall and large. He stared at the child. Hinata stared at the mysterious young man.

"Who are you?"

"Before I answer your question, answer mine first," His tone so cold that it made Hinata tremble more in fear.

"I-I just as cu-cur-curios abou-about-t th-thi-this pl-pla-place," The words were clogged up his throat, the feeling of fear arousing.

Is this a predator? Is he going to eat me...He thought.

"Thank you for answering my question. But, aren't you scared?"

"I am."

"Then, why are you here?"

"Before I answer your question, answer mine," he smugged.

This boy, Atsumu said to himself, scoffing mentally.

"Miya Atsumu. I'm a fox spirit. You?"

"I'm Hinata Shoyo..."

"Now, answer my question."

"Rumours say that there's an abandoned Shinto Shrine here so I want to check it out..."

He looked away, Atsumu tilted his head in confusion.

"You want to see it?"

"Yes please..."

"Follow me."

He walked away slowly, showing the little boy the way. Hinata then put his flashlight in front of him to see where the fox spirit is walking towards. Atsumu then stopped then turned to where the light came from.

"What's that?" He inquired, stepping closer to the boy. He kneeled and stared at the small artificial plastic-covered light the child's holding. "Can I see?" Hinata then gave the flashlight to Atsumu, who was playing with it in curiosity.

"That's a flashlight..."

"Like a lamp?" He looked at the owner of the flashlight. Hinata nodded.

"Oh. Never have I seen this before."

He then handed the artificial plastic-covered light back to Hinata. He stood up, steadying his position. He then dug in his shirt to find something. Hinata watched Atsumu, he has no clue what he was taking. Atsumu then showed a green pendant tied up in a brown rope. It then lit up. Hinata was amazed.

"You like it?" He asked, smirking with arrogance.

Hinata nodded.

"This will help more," He then placed it on his neck, and it emitted more light. He then offered his hand to the little boy, and Hinata gladly took it.

"Let's go."

"Hmm!" He said, beaming.

Atsumu's heart then skipped a beat.

5.

They then arrived at the old abandoned shrine, where vines and leaves inhabitant it. This is what Hinata imagined, but a little dirtier. Atsumu then let go of Hinata's hand. And when he let go, Hinata runs around the shrine.

"Shoyo-kun!" He then shouted as Hinata is on the verge to trip. Good thing he caught the excited little lad. "Are you okay?! Don't go running here! It's dangerous!"

Hinata then looked at Atsumu's tail. He looked at it and offered, "You want to touch it, don't you?"

"It looks soft..."

Atsumu then gave one tail to Hinata. He then smiled and started touching it. 

"Soft..."

Atsumu then wrapped his tails around Hinata that made a comfy chair for him. He then stood up, carrying the small Hinata in his tails, and went to the shrine's stairs, in which where he sat down, still Hinata behind him, playing with one of his sun-tinted tails.

"Is it soft?"

"Yes..."

"Is it comfy there?"

"Hmm," he mumbled a yes, he was busy getting comfortable with the soft tails around him.

"Mr Atsumu..."

"What's with the foreign honorific?" He questioned, looking at the distracted boy.

"Oh sorry, I'm used to it."

"Alright, what's your question?"

'Can I come here to meet you often?"

"Of course," He gladly agreed. It feels like there's a connection between them.

"How?"

"Hm?"

"I don't know which way."

"Oh right..."

"I also don't know how to go home..."

"It's getting late, I guess..."

Atsumu then saw something shimmering from his wrist. To then, it was the bracelet his older sister made for him. He didn't really want to give it to the child, but he has to. The bracelet has its kind of peculiar magic to show the way, where you want to go and way back home. He then removed the bracelet from his arms and gave the little boy the bracelet. Hinata stared at it.

"What's this?"

"It will help you find me. It has some magic that will tell you your way back home or the way to me."

"To you?"

Atsumu then realized what he just said. 

"To the shrine, to the shrine."

"Oh, okay," Hinata then took the bracelet and wore it. The blue chrysalis then shimmered brighter, making Hinata amazed by it.

"It's glowing!" He then looked at Atsumu, who was staring at the glowing bracelet. "Is this normal?"

"Ah yes, it is."

"Ooh..."

Atsumu then looked at the sky. The full moon watching over us. He then found someone watching them, like the silhouette of a woman. When Atsumu made eye contact with that mysterious woman, she looked at him with fondness in her eyes. He found out that her eyes were coloured amber, just like her sister's. She then glanced at the little boy who was sitting on Atsumu's tail. A tear then fell from her eyes, making Atsumu tilt his head to the side in confusion. and in a blink of an eye, she was nowhere to be seen. He thought he was seeing things. Then, Hinata's voice suddenly caught his attention. He turned around, seeing the little boy gazing at him while holding his tail.

"I want to go home, Atsumu-san..."

"Alright, I'll walk with you until you find your way out."

But instead of Hinata getting off from his tails, he then wrapped his arms around Atsumu's neck and rested his head on his shoulder. He then fell asleep.

"Shoyo-kun? Shoyo?" He then looked behind him, he found the little boy is asleep.

"Oh no, how am I going to do this?"

He then carried the little boy and walked him home, using the bracelet's line light to show the way home.

6.

"So, how was he?" A man then stood up from the living room, ready to greet his wife home.

"He was with someone," she looked at him with eyes wet. The man then went towards his wife, holding her in her arms. She then started to cry.

"It's him..."

"You found him?"

She then looked up at his husband.

"Looks like your sister took care of him..."

He then smiled.

"I'm happy."

Chapter 3 is done! Finally! Good thing this just took me just a few days than before...and wow, that word number...more than 2500...wow...

But anyway, I posted this story on Fanfiction.net too! If you want to check that out, then check that out!

And yeah, about the 6th vignette, I just wanted to add suspicion...

But again, Notes:

-In the anime (and manga I think?), Atsumu called Hinata by his first name, Shoyo-kun (kun is a Japanese honorific).

-the bracelet and necklace are just made up. None of these is part of a fox spirit's traditions nor equipment. They use magic, but this story will be different from how it should be to fit the storyline.

-Onigiri is a type of snack or traditional food of Japan. After the time skip in the manga, Osamu owned an Origiri shop called "Onigiri Miya" (I think, I'm not sure).

-A chrysalis is like a cocoon, strictly used for a butterfly pupa. I'll use chrysalis (in this story) as the name of a stone. This story is fictional, anything can be made-up or changed.

-Amber eyes are a golden yellow or a coppery colour without specs of gold, green, and brown. Hazelnut eyes somewhat have specs of gold, green, and/or grey in it, the base colour being brown. Atsumu's eye colour will be hazelnut, not chestnut-tinted like the manga and anime.

-there are flashlights that have a plastic or metal over in it. I'm basing it off by my flashlight I have at home.

That is all, I hope you stay tuned for the next chapter! Goodbye!

And, if you want to talk, you can dm me on Twitter (Moon_ARMY007, with the same Japanese name as in my profile)

[shipersanonymous]

Au

WARNING : MAY CONTAIN CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR READERS UNDER THE AGE OF 18

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

************ Cliffhanger Warning ************

Earlier that day...

The alarm went off and Barry flung his hand out from underneath the covers towards the screeching device. One tap, two taps, three taps later and it finally grew quiet. As he drifted back to sleep the sound of a dragged shuffle grew louder as it got closer to him. A yawn sounded followed by a sleepy muffle that carried in it a message along the lines of "Dude, we're gonna be late".

His roommate shuffled out and Barry listened to his retreat before returning his attention to the task at hand but unfortunately it was too late. The need to sleep had left him. Like a brainless being he rose from his bed, tripping over everything before him (including air) and walking his way to the bathroom. As soon as the cold water hit his face his senses came to life. He awakened completely and with his new and alert state came a radiant smile that seemed to be permanently plastered on to his face. A quick shower and teeth brushing later and he was back in his bedroom, dancing around in nothing but his jeans and a pair of socks while he picked out a shirt.

"You can't find a partner use a wooden chair, let's rock. Every body lets rock. Every body in the...." a knock on his door stopped him mid lyric and he turned away from his cupboard to give the new comer permission to enter. Cisco popped his head in through the door with a licorice stick (his breakfast of choice) hanging from his mouth.

"Yoh Elvis Presley, can you hurry up with the sequins we're gonna be late."

"Late for what?"  Barry asked settling on a plain white t-shirt and throwing a navy blue cardigan on over it.

"The investors meeting at S. T. A. R. Labs? The people who are funding our internship are gonna be there so they want us to be there too? Any of this ring a bell?" he asked swinging the half eaten piece of candy in the air like a magic memory wand.

"Oh right," Barry recalled and Cisco shook his head, holding back the urge to slap his forehead. The house phone chimed and he left with a final "speed up" warning. Barry took a brush to his easy going patch of hair that caved to each gentle stroke without protest then made his way out to kitchen. He entered just as Cisco put down the phone. "That was Dr. Snow. Seems like there's been a death among the investors. The meetings been pushed up to later in the afternoon so we're going to have a late night," he informed while slumping down into a chair and reaching out for the TV remote. Barry shrugged to no one in particular, dismissing the information as unimportant and moving towards the cupboard for some turtle mix.

"Hey there buddy. You hungry?" he cooed as he unloaded a scoop of food into the medium sized glass case that housed their pet turtle.

"I honestly don't know why you talk to that thing. It's not like it's gonna answer back. I mean all it does is sit there and look ancient." Cisco remarked with his attention still trained on the ever changing screen.

"Don't listen to him McSnurtle, you don't look a day over a hundred." Barry responded with a goofy pout as he reached in and rubbed the turtles hard shell with his finger. He watched for a while as the reptile feasted at his usual languid pace and Barry just smiled, inexplicably entertained.

"You know maybe we should get McSnurtle a girlfriend. He looks lonely." Barry observed and Cisco snorted in response.

"You can barely get yourself a girlfriend and you want to get one for the world's tiniest dinosaur?" he asked and Barry rolled his eyes in response but his roommates eyes were too glued to the TV  screen for him to notice. Barry made his way to the other couch in the cozy apartment and sat down to join Cisco in his latest TV binge. They ended up debating the many scientific faults and accuracies in the show with a passion only mastered by stereotypical (and this is meant in the best sense of the word) nerds.

The clock struck noon and Barry grew stir crazy. "I'm gonna head out for a bit." he said but when his revelation was met with no answer he directed a questioning glance at Cisco and found that he was fast asleep. A very soft thunder rumbled in the distance and deciding that he would make it home before the downpour he left without an umbrella.

The sky was a light grey that darkened in hue towards the east where the storm, undoubtedly was coming from. Barry walked lazily down the street towards the cemetery. He could have gotten a cab but the weather was at the perfect interim point between sun shine and rain so a five block walk felt necessary. He took deep breaths in through his nose, enjoying the earthy smell of the coming drizzle that fluttered toward him on the back of a pleasant breeze. He passed by a group of high school girls taking a group photo and offered them a charming smile. That picture, it's safe to say, became a collage of varying shades of crimson cheeks.

He walked through the gates of the cemetery and the familiar feeling of nostalgia infused sadness crept into his heart as he neared his parents resting place. The graves laid side by side, an image of their devotion to each other that even in death their love carried on.

"Hi mom. Hi dad." he greeted once he'd reached them then exposed his pocketed hands to caress the cool stones, simultaneously wiping of some of the collected dust. He crouched down infront of them and continued his solo conversation. "Sorry its been a while, I've been busy." he blushed, hearing his parents condemning tones in his head. "I know, I know that's not an excuse and I promise I'll try to do better. I'm just really tired and I miss you both, a little more each day." The back of his throat burned with tears but before he could hang his head and cry he heard a distressed scream from somewhere near by. Ever the model citizen, his ability to sympathise and his need to help kicked in and he left his parents graves to go in search of the troubled soul. Barry didn't have to walk far before he came a cross an enchanting woman, beautiful even in her state of emotional turbulence and made more charming by her complete vulnerability. The wind blew her ebony hair in all manner of directions, concealing her facial features and adding to the mystery that seemed to draw him to her. He stepped in her direction just as she turned on her heel and made her way to him. She seemed to be leaving. Barry ducked behind a grave and waited for her to make her exit, convincing himself that she probably didn't want to be disturbed.

The mesmerising stranger stormed past him without noticing his presence and for the brief moment in which he watched her walk away he found himself running short of air. It was almost as if each step she took away from him decreased the levels of oxygen around him so finally he gathered up his courage and as he stepped out of his hiding place, he asked if she was alright. When she turned around to express her annoyance, their eyes connected and hers, he realised, were an intoxicating shade of brown. She drank him in and he felt himself grow afraid at the intensity with which she analised him. His face began to flush as he traced each detail of her feminine features, committing each line and curve to memory. The world around him seemed to dim in comparison and so when the rain fell, to him it looked like a painting being drained of its colour. All else washed away and there was only her.

[truelovebenefactress]

@quirofiliac​​​ Asked:

what are some of aya's favorite make-up tricks... v_v and some of her favorite colors to wear....... invested minds want to know.

   WITH A TWINKLE IN HER EYE, so would a soft, demure smile make its away upon her very features. While everyone certainly had their own preferences when it came to what makeup to use (And that itself was a CHALLENGE that the woman absolutely enjoyed figuring out, each and every single time), Aya definitely had a few simple tips that she was more than happy to share with most of her customers, especially returning ones:

   “As the NATURAL LOOK is one of this salon’s most requested looks... I do have a few DIY tips that might be of some help during most emergencies... phew. Firstly, do mix a little MOISTURISER into your FOUNDATION, that alone will give your skin a dewier, more natural finish. With that said, do refrain from using too much CONCEALER, after... Phew, I can’t tell you the number of times I have had customers enter my salon with ASHY UNDEREYES...

   Secondly, most matte lipsticks are a little... OVERWHELMING, especially if you are aiming for that natural look... phew. And so, after applying the lipstick of your choice-- I suggest that you dampen a small fluffy makeup brush with just a little primer, and use the brush to buff the colour... phew, creating a diffused, long-lasting, matte lip stain.

   Lastly, we all want our EYES TO STAND OUT... phew. And so a good way to define your eyes without having to apply too much eyeliner is to instead apply a BLACK OR BROWN EYE PENCIL to the top and bottom waterlines of your eye... phew. After applying it, close your eyes tightly together... for a good second or two... phew. This will push the pigment into the roots of your lashes, deepening the appearance of your NATURAL LASHLINE... Then, take a cotton bud and remove the majority of the pencil from the waterline, leaving just the pigment at the roots of your lashes. Your lashes will look naturally defined, with zero harsh lines."

   A PLEASANT CHUCKLE would follow soon after, upon being asked of something that pertained more towards her as a person. It was a pleasant surprise, especially after answering questions that were often for the asker’s own sake, “I suppose I do have a soft spot for shades of PINK and RED... phew. Seeing as they represent LOVE itself... along with COMPASSION and ROMANCE itself... I do love most warm colours, however... For some reason, colours like BLUE and PURPLE never looked right on me... phew...”

   WITH THAT SAID, finely manicured hands would then raise themselves up towards the other’s face. It was a little sudden, but all the same gentle as fingertips grazed themselves across their very skin, “But, Snii-san... Phew, all you are in need of right now is to make sure that you always apply moisturiser and sunscreen before going out.... Phew, otherwise, you’re already as BEAUTIFUL as you are now...”

[intelligenceagent606]

You are my sunshine (Saeyoung × MC)

Author's note: Reblog, do not repost!

I haven't written anything in a while...but I found this fic in my phone, so why not post it >.< @spicysarahcha this is for you...please enjoy a saeyoung fueled guilt trip

My beloved MC,

I have loved you for as long as I can remember.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don’t take my sunshine away.

The other night dear, as I lay sleeping,

I dreamed I held you in my arms,

but when I woke dear, I was mistaken,

and I hung my head and cried."

Yoosung was one of the first few members you chose. It must have been hard on you in the beginning. Yoosung was still grieving for the cousin he had looked up to greatly, and you filled the hole she'd left in his heart. He had greatly cared about Rika, and when he looked at you he saw in you the same things he'd loved so much about her -a kind heart, a beautiful soul, and a passion to make the world a better place. He wanted so badly for you to be Rika.

Playing second fiddle to someone else isn't a pleasant experience. Others would have packed up their bags and walked away a long time ago. But you were so patient with him. You continued to treat him with kindness...and as the days passed, he began to realise that you weren't Rika. That you couldn't be Rika; you and Rika were two different people. You were your own unique person, and he began to love you...for you.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy when skies are gray

you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don’t take my sunshine away.

I’ll always love you and make you happy

if you will only say the same

but if you leave me to love another

you’ll regret it all some day"

The young hier to C&R International was next. Of all the RFA members, I'd always thought that Jumin seemed to be one of the lonliest. Jihyun had Rika. Zen had his fellow actors. Yoosung had his university schoolmates. Sure, Jumin had Elly to spend his days with...but the company of an animal just isn't the same as the company of another human being.

You saw past Jumin's seemingly cold exterior and befriended the lonely soul residing within. You broke down his walls to bring colour to the world that he previously saw in shades of grey.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy, when skies are gray,

you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don’t take my sunshine away.

You told me once dear you really loved me

that no one else could come between

but now you’ve left me and love another

you have shattered all my dreams."

Jihyun had always looked at Rika as if she were the sun. He basked in her warmth. He dedicated galleries to her beauty. Even when she'd scorched his retinas and left him reeling...he continued to love her. He would have given his life to ensure her happiness.

Jihyun...he is the most selfless person I know. He was my mentor. The father figure I always wanted but never had. He took care of me and my brother when we had no one else to turn to. For all of our young lives, we had only known darkness. He gave us a ray of hope.

He's given up so much for people who cared about him too little. He deserved better than to beg like a dog at the feet of someone who didn't appreciate him, and you saw that. You guided him through the darkness that had befallen him, and bit by bit...you helped him to see his worth again.

"You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

you make me happy, when skies are gray,

you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,

please don’t take my sunshine away."

Thank you for bringing happiness to the RFA. Thank you for taking care of all of us. No matter who you end up picking in the end, none of us will forget you. Your bright smile, your gentle touch, your kind heart...every little detail about you will forever be etched into our hearts. We are eternally grateful for the light you've brought into our lives.

Maybe it's a fool's dream to hope that you will come back to be by my side once more...but in the event that you do, know that I'll always be waiting for you at the space station.

"Please don't take my sunshine away."

Forever yours,

Sincerely,

Saeyoung

[alwaysmarilynmonroe]

Game of Thrones has literally taken over the world and if you’re a devoted fan like myself, you’re probably more than happy about this. Therefore, when Urban Decay announced their latest collaboration would be a whole collection of Game of Thrones officially licensed makeup products, it was like Winter had finally arrived – get it? The Collection consists of a variety of items; an Eyeshadow Palette, Highlighter Palette, four Vice Lipsticks, four 24/7 Glide-On Eye Pencils, a Lip & Cheek Stain and the complete Vault Set which also contains two Eyeshadow Brushes in the shape of Arya’s Needle and Jon’s Longclaw.

As much as I dream of owning the entire collection, my bank account reminded me that I had to choose only my favourite products, therefore I picked the Eyeshadow Palette and the Daenerys Targaryen Vice Lipstick. I do have my eyes on the Mother of Dragons Highlighter Palette – it is simply a dream collectors item but, that will sadly have to wait.

The Game of Thrones Eyeshadow Palette is quite possibly the most intricately designed packaging I’ve ever seen, whoever came up with the concept deserves an award, it is absolutely stunning. No photo can emphasize how beautiful it really is, it literally comes to life, especially with the 3D pop up Iron Throne. The palette is split into four sections with the central theme being the three Houses vying for the Iron Throne and The North. Furthermore, the Westeros map is displayed throughout the product featuring two iconic quotes said by Daenerys Targaryen and Tyrion Lannister – which just happen to be my two favourite characters!

I was actually pleasantly surprised by the price of the Palette, at £45 it is in the higher range price of makeup products, however with it being a Game of Thrones collaboration, I was expecting it to be around £60. Altogether there are twenty shades; three mattes and seventeen shimmery metallics, with each theme containing five signature colours associated with them. It would be nice to have had a couple of more matte shades, however, with such a versatile collection of colours – I’m still incredibly happy!

The North; features cool toned icy blues, silvers and a midnight black.

Take The Black – jet black with silver sparkles. White Walker – opalescent white. Frozen North – midnight metallic blue. Free Folk – cool ice silver. Hard Home – blondish silvery gold.

House Stark; features earthy autumnal shades.

“Winter Is Coming.” Nymeria – warm matte mid brown. Winter Is Here – dark metallic brown. Weirwood Leaves – deep metallic muted purple. The Sight – vibrant forest green. Winterfell – warm bold gold.

House Lannister; features warm rustic coppers and golds. “Hear Me Roar!”

Red Keep – metallic orange copper. Casterly Rock –  muted metallic gold. House Lannister – matte cool peach. Lannister Red – muted matte red brown. Kings Landing – vibrant cool blonde.

House Targaryen; features cool pastels and bold metallics.

“Fire and Blood.”

Stormborn -metallic cool purple. House Targaryen – metallic warm gold. Dothraki – vibrant yellow gold. Bend The Knee – metallic lilac. Bay of Dragons – metallic pastel mid pink.

Out of the four Vice Lipsticks available, the one I knew I had to have was Daenerys Targaryen, which just so happened to be the red lipstick! This shade is described as a, “fiery metallic red” and is a clear nod to her fire breathing dragons and House Targaryen. All four Vice Lipsticks are created with the metallic formula, meaning they’re sadly not fully matte, but they do create a beautiful 3D effect. At £17.50, these are the same prices as Urban Decay’s other stick lipsticks, which once again is a pleasant surprise considering the exclusive packaging.

Each shade features the sigil and colour of the House it is made for and once again, is truly a work of art. The other two shades are as follows; Sansa Stark, a “warm peach nude” and Lannister Gold, a “metallic bronze“.  I came close to purchasing the final shade in the collection, the White Walker lipstick, which is described as a, “deep berry wine” but as silly as it seems to a non fan, felt like I was being a traitor to Daenerys! However, I did swatch the shade and it was very pigmented and super creamy – just as advertised.

Overall, I think Urban Decay have created a Collection which truly does justice to the incredible TV Show which Game of Thrones is. I honestly cannot stop staring at the Eyeshadow Palette especially, each shade is incredible and so magnetic. I also really love how the packaging is created to look like a book, which as most will know is the original  source for Game of Thrones – thank you Mr George R. R. Martin! 

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Urban Decay x Game of Thrones Collection. Game of Thrones has literally taken over the world and if you're a devoted fan like myself, you're probably more than happy about this.

[aqvilala]

i recognize that these happen at the beginning of the season but no i gotta share my unnecessary opinions 

as the season draws to a close, i now present a ranking of the 18/19 epl kits:

1) spurs

the blue gradient to the home kit is a nice touch and i love the collar

not the biggest fan of the red sponsor but it’s not Too Bad

very sexy away kit, just look at the stripes and that navy

third kid is questionable imo,,, it’s just So Bright compared to the other two,,,, i do love the general design of it tho,,, Still Sexy

home kit shorts are so nice, i love how the top blends in

can we have collars on all the kits next season Please

9/10 would not mind if we kept the same designs for next year

2) man united

the home kit got a lot of negative feedback from the fans but i do think that it grew on ppl as the season progressed

their third kit is the best fucking thing ever do u see how perfect mata looks in that gorgeous blue and gold

pink away kit doesn’t really match with the others, it’s kinda ugly

did lingard dirty with the promo photoshoot though

don’t like the black shorts, not sexy

7/10 but a 100000/10 for just the third kit and mata

3) wolves

very sexy colour for home kit compared to their previous one

white away kit also sexy

v good touch w/ those subtle stripes on the away kit

sponsor also fits in seamlessly unlike Certain Teams

just not that ~eye popping~ and p standard

real excited to see their 19/20 kit though, lots of potential

6.5/10 lots of potential

4) manchester city

AWAY KIT SO SEXY OH MY GOD SO SEXY

their away kit is probably my favourite kit of the entire season because god is it beautiful

those green and blue stripes against that dark shirt is just *clutches chest* perfection

wish the same people made the third kit though lol

what is it with clubs and their third kits (not u man united though, ur perfect)

again with purple and orange ??? disgusting i cannot say a single nice thing about it

home kit is p standard (and boring),,, two-tone blue is nice though

6/10 absolute monstrosity of a third kit drops all of ur points

5) fulham

BEAUTIFUL HOME KIT HOLY FUCK

love that stripe,,, now This is how u add stripes

that black and white is just so nice

if only their away kit was just as good,,,

kinda looks like an offbrand man united third jersey but with an uglier shade of yellow for the sponsor and a questionable texture

5.5/10 stunning home kit good job adidas

6) leicester city

i have literally never seen such a sexy away kit holy fuck

it’s So Sexy oh my god that grey and gold is just So Nice

not a fan of the home or third kit tho

it’s just so boring wish there was more yellow

5/10 what a gorgeous away kit

7) chelsea

white and red stripes on their home kit is a welcome change

home and away kits both have a really good base colour

but away kit is just yellow, there’s literally nothing else special about it,,, boring

again, third kit is So Ugly

it looks like someone drove over wet cement and slapped that design onto a jersey

i hate it and the white sponsor name hurts my eyes

4.5/10 two decent jerseys

8) crystal palace

thank u puma u did wonderfully with the home kit

yellow accents with red and blue stripe into gradient is so so nice

wish sponsor was smaller though

away kit makes them look like a tidepod

third kit is a big yikes the gradient doesn’t work at all

4.5/10 home kit is cute

9) west ham

a good effort on umbro’s part for these kits !!!!

definitely better than burnley sorry

subtle stripes and excellent colour choices with the home kit

only crime is not enough of that light blue accent

away kit is kinda ok ? i’m not the Biggest Fan of the red collar or the really faint red sleeve band

yellow accents pair beautifully with the socks though i love

third kit is kinda plain but i like the blue and red gradient,,, not a fan of the blue socks though

4.5/10 for the most part the kits flow very well

10) liverpool

dark red home kit is epitome of sexy

i have a Thing for collars, i like it

purple and orange for their away kit is a very questionable combination

definitely not a fan of how saturated the orange is

ugly third kit !!!! kudos to them for trying something new but i hate it

4/10 saving grace is their home kit

11) arsenal

everything is ugly like their team

no but home kit is cut off strangely by the white, not a fan

away kit is,,, a little bit sexy,,, but only a little !!! reminds me of psg

shorts r nice i like em

third kit ugly, it’s such an odd and dull shade, collar is cute tho

3.5/10 would be lower if it weren’t for their stunner of an away kit

12) newcastle

why do the stripes change direction in between kits

i do like the home kit though the black and white is rather nice

yellow puma logo seems like a bad choice as it blends in with the white

love colour choice for the sponsor though

i don’t ever really like consistent stripes

not a fan,,,,

i don’t want to talk about the third kit i like the texture but nothing else

3.5/10 cute home kit,,, not so much with the others

13) burnley

away kit sexy i like gradients and light grey accents

thank u puma u did good here

not the fucking home and third kits though

colour choices aren’t bad but it’s just that fucking sponsor and how LARGE it is

slight textures in the third kit make it more appealing but man do u have to squint to even notice the changes,,, perhaps too subtle ???

3/10 meh

14) everton

u know me, i love collars, but no

home kit literally look likes it’s about to choke the players

also those sleeve bands are so so so so ugly especially in the away kit

and of all the sponsors, angry birds is perhaps one of the worst to feature on ur sleeve

EXCELLENT EFFORT WITH THIRD KIT THOUGH

it’s so cute i love it,,,, it does look a bit dull though

appreciating the pink and black for the away kit but a touch of white would make it pop,,,

3/10 i guess

15) bournemouth

red and black stripes match perfectly with the sponsor, no complaints

ugly sleeves like everton but definitely not as bad

don’t like how the sleeve band design doesn’t wrap all the way around though it hurts my head

more gold Please 

did u guys just forget to design ur away and third kits though

they’re so unbelievably boring

even the shorts don’t match,,, how,,, it’s not that hard,,,,

i hate it so much,,, sponsor name clashes a lot too

2.5/10 good effort w/ the home kit

16) watford

black and yellow stripes seem very,,, aggressive,,,,

gap between vertical and horizontal stripes throws me off

not really a fan of the away kit

stripes are too obvious and there’s too many of them

i do like the accent stripes around the collar and shoulders though that was a very nice touch

2.5/10 doesn’t stand out

17) brighton

i’m so sorry i love u guys for making arsenal look like fools but god

please don’t cut off ur stripe like that to fit in the sponsor

sudden disconnect is godawful

?????? at that red nike logo

pleasant looking green for the away kit but that’s literally it

cuter designs next season please x

2/10 nuh uh

18) cardiff city

sweet sweet cardiff what the fuck happened

i like the subtle stripes on the home kit but wish there was more going on

things rapidly spiralled with ur away kit, poor colour choice for the sponsor and just so plain and boring

also i’m gonna comment on the ugly ugly stripes for the goalie stuff because i can’t ignore it,,, way too many stripes,,,,

2/10 no comment

19) southhampton

Ugly Disconnect

my head hurts i hate how the stripes suddenly end

sponsor is also so large

away kit white accents look like sweat stains

not a fan at all sorry

2/10 not for me

20) huddersfield

newcastle but in blue ???

no no no no @ the sleeve band

looks exactly like bournemouth with their away kit no thanks

doesn’t really pull of that neon highlighter look with the third kit either

1/10 whole thing is kind of a mess

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Sweeter Than Sweet (1)

Pairing: Jimin x reader + others as the story progresses

Warnings: None to note.

Summary:  You never would have expected someone like Park Jimin to notice you.  As handsome and beguiling as he is deadly, you’re enthralled from the very moment you meet.  Addicted to his kiss and his bite, Jimin opens up your eyes to a whole new world of love, lust and seduction.

Word count: 2.5K

As of this July (2020), Sweeter than Sweet turned three years old! As I'm currently in the midst of a horrendous writing slump (urgh) I've decided to go back and slowly work my way through, editing chapter by chapter, as I feel that some parts could do with a fair bit of tweaking.

For those of you who've already read it, there won't be any major plot changes - just tightening up of grammar/plot holes/dialogue. For those of you who're new to Sweeter than Sweet, I sincerely hope you enjoy yourself ^^

Feedback is always encouraged and appreciated! Thank you <3

*Chapter edited as of 07/08/20* 

Next

“You coming, or what?” With a gleefully mischievous expression, your friend glances back at you over her shoulder, her pretty face framed by full, dark curls. You nod and smile to mollify her but the moment that her back is turned your nervous eyes begin scanning the room; darting this way and that, corner to corner.

The club is packed, hot bodies thronging as far as the eye can see as you trail closely behind your companion, grimacing at the feel of sweaty arms brushing against you as you squeeze your way by.  If you’re being honest, clubbing has never really been your thing and neither have crowds; especially not ones this loud and drunken.  

You have to admit, though: there’s a sense of anonymity that comes with blending between dancers in the dark that appeals to you - contentment in becoming just another nameless body amongst the writhing masses.  Barely anyone even pays you a second glance, and why should they?  By no means is this your usual playground, nor a place you feel much at home.  

You find your way to the bar and join your friend eventually, hopping into a newly vacated stool with a heavy sigh of relief.  Maybe if you’re sat down Sam might be less likely to try dragging you onto the dance floor.  You can live in hope, after all.

“What's your poison?” she calls over the thumping music.  Her hips are already swinging back and forth to the bass as you inspect the assortment of colourful bottles lining the back wall, squinting your eyes in hopes of spotting a name you might recognise.  You end up none the wiser for doing so, however, resorting to eyeing the drink that’s just landed in front of Sam instead; a bright orange concoction that the barman pours with a flourish into a tall cocktail glass.  

“I’ll just have what you’re having!” you call, raising your voice in an attempt to be heard over the din that surrounds you.  You’re not sure you’re successful, to be honest, but Sam must understand your gesticulating well enough because minutes later an identical drink lands in front of you - cocktail umbrella and all.  You take a cautious sip whilst your friend looks around - searching for tonight’s prey, no doubt - and you’re relieved that she misses the way you grimace at the drink’s slightly bitter aftertaste. She’d only make you down it even faster if she had.

“Lots of cute guys tonight!” Sam observes enthusiastically, her eyebrows lifting as she sips her drink and blinks back at you from over the rim.  

“Mmmhm,” you agree non-committedly, casting a glance around to at least feign some sort of interest.  

The guys you tend to find in these kinds of places have never particularly appealed to you.  They’re only after one thing, usually - with no shame about showing it - and whilst you’re sure there are some women out there that find that kind of sleazy, fuckboy confidence attractive, you’re not one of them.  

“You coming to dance?”  You don’t even bother to reply to Sam’s question, simply cocking your head to the side and shooting her a wry smile at the fact she’d even ask.  “Fair enough,” she grins, shrugging her shoulders. Undeterred by your lack of enthusiasm, she downs her cocktail in a series of impressive gulps and then heads out into the crowd, her jacket slung over the back of your stool left behind as your only company.  

Maybe if you were the more sociable sort you might mind being left to your own devices.  As it is, though, you’re quite content to sit quietly at the bar, singing under your breath as your head bobs.  The music is one of the only perks that keep you agreeing to come back here whenever Sam gets that certain ‘itch’ that only booze and boys can scratch.  That, along with your total inability to ever say no, of course. 

It’s a shame the drinks are so watered-down; you might actually start having a good time if they packed a little more of a punch.  By the time you’re half-way down your second, though, you're starting to think that maybe they’re not so bad.  With each sip you take the more pleasant the taste becomes (but then maybe that's just the schnapps talking). 

You’re busily sucking on a slice of orange when Sam returns, breathless but happy.  She brushes back the pieces of fringe stuck to her forehead as she grins at you, the scent of her perfume and perspiration hitting your nose.  

“Fuck it’s hot,” she declares, fanning herself with her hands.  Abruptly, she turns on the spot and grabs an empty glass straight out the hands of the man standing next to her, tipping what little ice remains into her palm.  You can’t help but laugh as the poor boy then gawps, open-mouthed, while Sam rubs said ice across her flushed chest with a sigh of relief, totally unconcerned with the streaks of water that dribble down the front of her dress as it melts.

You can’t blame him for staring.  Sam’s gorgeous and always has been, with her raven coloured hair and killer curves.  Even if she were a wallflower like you, she’d probably still be the centre of attention. 

“Thanks!” she smiles sweetly, promptly dismissing him with a turn of her back and a flip of her hair before he has hopes of starting up a conversation.  

“You’re ridiculous,” you grin, popping the orange slice back into your mouth with a shake of your head.  Sam casts you a roguish wink, about to turn and order another drink when all of a sudden her eyes widen, looking beyond you to someone sitting further down the bar.

“Maybe I am,” she admits, corner of her lip curling into a smirk, “ But so’s he .”  She nods her head in the direction she’s looking as an indicator for you to turn and look too; the idea of being subtle not even crossing your mind before you swivel round in your seat to follow her eye-line, orange peel still gripped between your teeth.

It’s immediately obvious who your friend is talking about - a man leaning against the bar just a few metres away whose appearance is so startling that it borders on impropriety. The strobe lights paint his face with striking shades of blue and green in perfect time with the music, highlighting his cheekbones and flawlessly smooth skin to give him an almost ethereal look.  He's unlike anyone else you’ve ever seen.  Beautiful beyond words.  

You’d expect people to be crowding around him - to be vying for his attention - but it’s almost as though there’s some invisible force keeping them at bay; something stopping them getting too close.  He’s given a wide berth; a respectful distance that makes you think perhaps they’re able to sense the powerful aura emanating from him, too.  

He’s alluring and alarming all at once, but even more so when he turns his head and his eyes lock onto yours.  

Caught, you quickly look away, pulling the fruit from your mouth as your head turns.  It’s disturbing how shaken you feel from nothing more than a little eye contact - how hard the mere sight of him has your heart pounding.  

“Go for it.”  You hope Sam won’t notice the falter in your smile or how feeble your enthusiasm sounds. “He’s cute.”  This won’t be the first time you’ve felt envious of Sam’s good looks and it probably won’t be the last, but you’ve never allowed that jealousy to get in the way of your friendship.  Any inferiority complex you may have is your problem, not hers.

And hey, at least this way you might get to live vicariously.  

“Sweetie,” she coos, stepping closer so she can speak into your ear whilst keeping her eyes on the stranger. “Trust me, I would, but I don’t think I’m the one he’s after.”  

“Really?” The question escapes your lips before you can think about how pathetically eager you must sound.

“Really.”  You risk another glance and sure enough, the stranger is still looking, his eyes unblinking as he stirs at the drink in front of him with a straw.  Swallowing hard, you turn away, shifting uncomfortably in your seat as you feel your cheeks begin to fill with heat.

Is it just embarrassment that’s to blame, or could it be the intensity of his gaze making them burn?  

“You gonna go over?”

“You think I should?” you ask in reply, flustered by this unfamiliar situation in which you find yourself.  You’re not used to this; have no idea what to do or how to act. Do you even want his attention?  You’re about to ask Sam for her pearls of wisdom when her doe eyes suddenly widen once more, her hands flapping against your forearm in excitement.

“He’s coming!” she squeals, grinning maniacally as she grabs the drink that’s appeared in front of her in preparation to make a hasty exit. 

“Don’t you dare, Samantha!  You dare leave me!” you hiss through gritted teeth, pleading with your eyes, but it’s no good.  Seconds later and she’s gone, slipped off into the crowd with a parting ‘thumbs up’ like the vile traitor she is.  You lean on the bar, your forehead resting on the palm of your hand as you close your eyes and try to slow the pace of your shallow, panicky breaths.

This is just a mistake.  It has to be.  There’s no way a guy that gorgeous would- 

“Hello.”  A sweet, soft voice finds your ears and you jump to attention, sitting bolt upright and eyes blown wide.  

Sam wasn’t mistaken.  It really must’ve been you that he was looking at because now he’s here , standing right beside you with a playful smile upon his face and very little regard for the concept of personal space.  

As impossible as it may seem, the man before you is even more bewitching up close than he had been from a distance; his eyes dark and piercing, lips thick and plump.  Gawking, you find yourself utterly lost for words, but thankfully the beautiful stranger’s smile just grows, his lips parting to reveal a perfect set of sparkling white teeth.

“I’m Jimin.”  He introduces, placing his drink down beside yours, his eyebrows slowly rising the more time that goes by without you giving any form of reply.    

Oh god, why won’t your mouth work?  What's wrong with you?! 

“I could just call you jagiya if you don’t want to tell me your name, sweetheart,” he smiles, and you can’t help but watch with fascination at the way his mouth twists around the foreign word; so melodic in comparison to your native tongue.  

Blushing at the term of endearment he so casually bestows on you, you blurt out your name in a hurry and chase it with a rather large, hurried gulp of your drink.  Tunefully, Jimin laughs at your nervousness, his grey bangs falling into his eyes only to be pushed back with a brush of a delicate hand; the gesture well-practised and smooth.  You’re relieved that Jimin looks merely amused by your awkwardness rather than pitying. Honestly, you’re wondering why on earth he’s still here given that you've already let slip how socially inept you can be. 

Mustering your courage, you swallow your nerves and fold your hands together in your lap; something to hold onto. 

“I don't get out much, I guess.  You can probably tell," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment.  You still catch the corner of his mouth curling into a hint of a smile, though, and it draws your eyes back to his face; a moth to a flame.  

“Never would've guessed.”  There’s a slight accent to the tone with which he teases, but you’re not well travelled enough to hazard a guess as to where he might be from.  It’s a charming lilt, nonetheless. 

Jimin places one hand on the back of your stool, leaning in, and his proximity has your heart hammering in your chest as you catch a whiff of his aftershave, sweet and heady.  

“Is there somewhere else you’d rather be?”  His breath caresses your ear and the hairs on the back of your neck rise, enticed.  Jimin pulls back just enough so as to look into your eyes, and you find yourself fighting the urge to confess that you’d happily be anywhere else as long as he was there with you.  

Best not to seem too desperate, after all.  

“At home,” you reply, eyes downcast as you speak quietly into your lap.  Somehow, Jimin still manages to hear you.  “In bed.”  Realising how easily your words might be misconstrued, you quickly meet his gaze, cheeks flushing as you add, “Reading.  Watching TV.  Nothing too exciting.” 

Jimin is so intense, so focused on your every word, that you can barely stand to look at him.

“And is there someone missing you there tonight?” he asks, the hand that was resting on the stool shifting, grazing the lightest of touches down the length of your arm.  Goosebumps rise in his wake.  “At home? In bed?”

“No.”  You bite your lip, hands tightening around one another.  Your palms are sweating. “No one.”  You can’t quite hear the sound he makes but you could guess that he’s tutting, his face twisting in displeasure as he does so.

“How can it be-” Jimin questions, stepping close enough that the tops of his thighs kiss your knees, “- that a woman like you.” The fingers that were dancing along your arm reach up to tuck the hair that’s fallen in front of your face behind your ear, gentle.  “A beautiful woman like you.”  Jimin takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger to keep you from looking away, and though you love each and every touch, oh, you wish he wouldn't.  It's too hard to breathe when he’s looking in your eyes; too close when he's leaning over you. “Spends a single night alone?”  

A beat passes and you know he’s expecting an answer by the way his head tilts subtly to the side, but once again you're stricken dumb.  Why on earth would someone like him ever want somebody like you? You keep expecting him to suddenly laugh; to sneer at you and tell you all this attention has been nothing but a lie - a cruel joke at your expense.  

Instead, Jimin does the opposite and closes the gap between you to place his lips on yours.  It's a chaste, fleeting kiss, and it catches you so off guard that you completely forget that you’re supposed to do anything more than just sit there like a statue.  Lucky it's so brief, or else you might just make a fool of yourself. 

“So sweet…” The words are sighed against your mouth before he pulls away, and as he straightens to his full height and runs his thumb along the angle of your jaw, you notice his Adam’s apple bob heavily in his throat.  

Perhaps your drink was stronger than usual, or maybe you drank it too fast?  Surely that can be the only reason that your head feels like it’s swimming - dizzy with excitement.  Tipsiness doesn’t explain the unfamiliar unfurling of heat in your abdomen, though, nor the ache between your legs that only grows as you Jimin’s eyes linger on the curve of your neck.  His look is pure heat; seduction oozing from every pore as he offers you his hand with a slow, easy smile.

“Come with me." 

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1st MOONSTAR.

⭐Star Gazers and Moon Watchers🌙. *A GOT7 SERIES.*

Genre: friendship / dreamy AU

Word count: 3.5K

GOT7 members present at the Starry Hostel tonight: Jinyoung, Yugyeom

☔ Weather forecast for today's meeting: Clear, starry skies with no clouds; fullmoon is over however the moon’s light is still strong. No wind but the temperatures at night time are chilly. Please, dress warmly.

                                     29th August 2018

The summer was slowly coming to an end and the sunsets came faster and yet lazier. Sunshine was no hotter as it was reflecting on the people seas that were gently hugging the shores of Jeju Island. Only the sound of waves was the proof of life still moving on, Earth still rotating and lives getting crashed.

The Starry Hostel, as it was called, was very well known among Koreans for its peacefulness and one of the nicest views of the stars. All the astronomy fans would end up reserving a room in this magical, cosy host just so they could properly observe the sky that seemed still and yet all of it was moving.

There was a local legend being whispered among locals that if a true friendship would be made under these skies, thousands of stars would fall and all the wishes the friends would come true.

Despite it being a legend, there were some who would insist that it did, indeed, happen and all of it was magical and almost unbelievable. Those people left the country to live in Hawaii.

“Right. That right there ruined all the glory around the silly legend. No wonder those people never came back. It isn’t true,” said Matilde, pushing her black hair out of her face as she was working on dough in the hostel kitchen. Her hair was quite the curiosity for people who noticed; under the right angle her hair had shades of deep purple.

“Matilde, this is just a legend. You don’t need to get worked up over it,” said Gyuri, the older lady who owned the Starry Hostel. She was on the meaty side and had a generous smile that left wrinkles around her warm, brown eyes.

“Yes, I know,” sighed Matilde. She grabbed the dough and brought it to the other counter to fill it up with minced meat. “It would just be so nice to have such a friendship, you know?”

“Of course, dear, but you do have friends. There is no reason to be sad about anything.”

True. Gyuri seldom said something that wouldn’t make sense in Matilde’s eyes but this time she felt a pang in her heart at the thought of her friends. All of them already left for Seoul to prepare for the start of another semester in uni while Matilde was still stuck on the islands with issues that suddenly attacked her and her family.

A sudden ding coming from the entrance made Matilde stop. She wiped her hands in her apron. “I’ll go answer. There are new guests coming today,” she murmured on her way out.

“If they are job applicants, tell them we don’t want any new workers!” shouted Gyuri from the kitchen just as the door closed. Matilde nodded for herself and stepped into the tiny lobby that was of bright yellow colours making the tourists feel like they were on a sunny island.

“Hello, how can I help you?” She asked kindly as she stepped behind the tall desk and looked curiously at the two young men standing in front of her.

“Hello, we made a reservation for one night,” said the taller one with blondish hair. He was probably the older one.

She nodded, focusing her gaze on the computer screen. “Can I ask for your name?”

“It’s Kim Yugyeom and Park Jinyoung,” answered again the older one. He handed her his ID and was a little shocked to find that he was younger than her. Oh. A 1997 liner.

Geez, I’m old, thought Matilde trying not to show her surprise. Then how old must have this black haired guy been? Don’t tell me he is from 2000s!

“Alright, it’s all set. I see you already paid for the reservation. You will be staying in the room number 3 with a lovely view of the ocean. The breakfast is from 6am until 10am so make sure to catch it. We cook quite delicious food here,” Matilde said with a kind smile, handing them the keys.

“Korean food?” asked Jinyoung with a spark in his eyes.

She nodded. “Yup, fresh octopus all day everyday!”

They laughed and said their farewell as Matilde let them go.

She quickly typed in the necessary information when the doors opened again. A shorter girl danced her way to the reception looking way too excited.

“Hello, I’m looking for a job here-”

“Sorry, we are not looking for anyone now,” interrupted Matilde before she could finish.

“But this hostel is so nice and cosy, I could clean - I’m very good at that - and I also like to cook-”

“I’m really sorry. Maybe try the next season,” answered Matilde with a sad face.

The girl looked very disappointed as she nodded, thanked and left, her shoulders down.

Matilde sighed and looked out of the window. There was still sunlight but she could see that the sun was going down now. The colours of the sky were turning light and tired. Time for stars to come out.

⭐🌙

When it was the right time, Matilde left the hostel with the necessary food and beverage, her notepad and binoculars and eventually the black cat of the hostel. She just followed people around but she was a good kittie.

“Look, Pancake, it’s all out and beautiful again,” Matilde whispered excitedly to the cat, making her way to the beach just behind the hostel. It was quiet, there were no city lamps disturbing the sight in front of her and she held her breath in as she was soaking up the beauty.

The sky seemed a little purple tonight, the shade of Matilde’s hair.

Before Matilde could make herself comfortable in the sand and enjoy her shrimp chips, two taller figures were approaching from the hostel towards her little place. They were talking quietly in a respectful manner and when they saw Matilde looking at them with big, squirrel eyes they bowed and stopped not far away from her.

“Wow, the sky is beautiful,” sighed Jinyoung in amazement. He wanted to take in all the glory in front of him but his eyes could see only so much.

“Where are your glasses? It will be better with them,” said Yugyeom.

“It’s actually the best if you just lie down and stare. Your eyes will adjust after some time,” Matilde said, the pack of shrimp chips still unopened in her chubby little hands.

She was surprised when they walked towards her. “Mind if we join you?”

Matilde nodded, gesturing with her hand on the sand. “Please.”

She was used to talk to the guests. She was quite chatty and was not embarrassed easily which was for some people admirable. Although she had her little circle of friends at Jeju and Busan (where she was studying), there was always a special magic weaving around the guests who would come and stay at the Starry Hostel. That’s why she actually found herself enjoying the company of strangers.

These two were, not surprisingly, no exceptions. Yugyeom was a bubbly youngster with honest and the warmest eyes and highly respectful manners. He was too tall for Matilde’s liking but he was a gentle giant as some dreamers would call him. He said he was entering uni this upcoming semester and he was looking forward to it very much. He was going to study music as he aspired to become either an indie or an R&B singer. He intended to create his own style that would be unique.

Jinyoung, the quieter one, had a pleasant laugh and he was actually older than Matilde by two years. He loved reading books and not talk too much if he didn’t have to. He was studying in Busan as well which surprised Matilde. “I’m from the south so I always felt closer to the southern cities than the northern ones,” he would say. Despite having two sisters, he was still shy around women (Jinyoung didn’t say that, Matilde made the obvious observation).

“And what about you?” asked Jinyoung once he finished his resume. “What is there to know about you?”

She sighed. They were all full of Matilde’s snacks now, lying down and staring at the stars. Sometimes one of them would point out a special sight but otherwise they would just murmur random information.

“Hm, what shall I say... I also study in Busan. But that’s not important to know… Hm, maybe this was one of those harder summers for me so I can’t wait to get out. On the other hand I wish I could stay,” she said and smiled kindly, turning her head towards Yugyeom who was lying beside her. “What a feeling, huh?”

“It’s a very annoying feeling, to be honest,” answered Jinyoung, intertwining his hands behind his head for support. “You love the place where you live but the circumstances make you want to leave it. Sometimes, they even make you hate it.”

“So true,” sighed Yugyeom. “I was growing up in a town not far away from Seoul and I used to love it. There were many kids playing on the streets. We actually used to dance a lot, coming up with silly choreographies,” said Yugyeom looking up but his stare was far away. Jinyoung looked at his good friend with worry. “But later in life, one of the friend’s turned their backs on me when they heard what my family had been through. They judged me and made fun that I would end up the same way.”

Matilde frowned unhappily at the thought.

“I love my family, don’t take me wrong,” said Yugyeom quickly, “I would do anything for them and I want to support them financially as much as possible but I felt so embarrassed at the time.”

“People are stupid,” snarled Matilde and turned to face Yugyeom. He looked at her quizzically. “People are stupid and shouldn’t be taken seriously!”

“So should we laugh at you now?” joked Jinyoung, smiling at the furious girl.

“I mean, you can trust me! But-but the thing is that there used to be this extremely addicted alcoholic and he was very aggressive. Sometimes even abusive if you wouldn’t play the correct note around him. We wanted to help him so much; we were ready to pay the hospital bills, to put him into rehab in order to save him.” Matilde shrugged and leaned back on her back, looking at the stars who witnessed her story. “But he wouldn’t want to hear about it. He would scream and shout, call us all the beautiful swear names that possibly exist on this Earth and do nothing all day but drink cheap vodka. It was quite miserable. He was dragging everyone around him down.”

“Why didn’t you just stop caring for him? I mean, obviously he didn’t want any help from anyone. Why waste the energy?” asked Yugyeom.

Matilde smiled kindly at the younger boy. “For the exact same reason you got judged. We didn’t want people to judge, to laugh at us, to point at us that we are mistreating someone.”

“But why was he important anyway?” asked Jiynoung in confusion. He wiggled his toes, focusing on one particularly bright star.

It took some time for her the reply. And even that one was faint. “He wasn’t.”

Silence fell over the trio when Matilde decided to continue. "After some time and lots of abuses, he became sick. People would talk because they would blame us for how he ended up. Apparently, we didn’t take good enough care of him. We ditched him.” She laughed bitterly. “We were at fault but nobody saw what was happening behind the closed doors. He was a massive cross to bear for us. That’s why, dear Yugyeom, don’t pay attention to anything other people say. Don’t let it get to you. It is worthless and takes your energy.”

Yugyeom nodded, acknowledging her words. “I didn’t mean to upset you at all.”

Matilde let out a genuine laugh. “No, you didn’t. Usually, I don’t talk about it but here I am.”

“It’s the stars, I’m sure,” said Jinyoung. “And I have to agree with you, Matilde. It isn’t important what other people think. The only thing being important is you and yourself only.”

You all eventually laughed.

It was interesting how some strangers could feel so close to someone they never knew before. Matilde for sure felt closer to these people than her closest friends. They wouldn’t give two damns.

“So what are your plans exactly over here?” Matilde inquired.

“Enjoying the night sky, which we are already doing,” said Jinyoung. “We are just bummed our good friends couldn’t be here. You would like them too!”

Matilde nodded as Pancake nudged her hand to pet her. “I’m sure I would.” Just then, somebody was calling from the back porch of the hostel.

“Matilde! Come for the cakes!” Gyuri.

The boys looked up in question as Matilde got up on her legs. “Friends, would you like to join me for my midnight cake feast?”

And this is how the three of them ended up in the hostel’s kitchen while Gyuri was telling them a story about how she started managing the hostel by herself. She was a loud talker as Jinyoung and Yugyeom found out.

“You know, nobody told me anything! I was just thrown into the deep!” Gyuri was saying, her hands all over the place as she was gesticulating.

Jinyoung nodded as he stuffed his mouth with another yummy muffin. Yugyeom didn’t even bother to acknowledge he was listening; he was so into the sweets.

Matilde was smiling the whole time. She knew Gyuri’s story better than her own, but her voice was still a lovely background noise. It was so lively, so passionate it gave Matilde a motivation to work harder on herself.

“But kids, you don’t eat enough!” shouted Gyuri as she brought another plate full of cakes.

“Oh god,” sighed Yugyeom. “I’m so full I can still feel the food down in my throat.”

“Don’t be disgusting,” scolded Jinyoung. “And eat.” He smiled cheekily.

Matilde could sense he had some degree of savageness into him as she was observing the charms both boys had. However, she knew there was something behind the curtains.

  If it wouldn’t have been for them, maybe he wouldn’t become such a mess as he was now.

“Jinyoung!” shouted Yugyeom when he saw him in the school corridor. “Heey, nice to see you!” The younger one jumped on the back of Jinyoung, making him laugh.

“Ah, look at you, you monkey,” grunted Jinyoung, hoisting Yugyeom up on his back. “You have training?”

“Yup, in twenty minutes. Make sure to come and watch after you are done with your literary club,” said Yugyeom and Jinyoung put him down. He smiled at him.

“I will.”

They were walking down the corridor, both of their backpacks full of books, their uniforms ruffled from the whole day spent in school. “Jinyoung, how come you look always so happy?”

Jinyoung’s smile froze for a moment, startled with the sudden question. Yugyeom was genuinely curious about the secret behind Jinyoung’s smile. The wrinkles around his eyes were always deep and there was no doubt once he was going to get older, the wrinkles would be prominent and forever tattooed around his big eyes.

“What do you mean, silly?”

“Just,” Yugyeom shrugged. “You are always smiling and it seems like there are no bad things in your life whatsoever. I want to know what it is so I can also be so happy!”

Jinyoung gulped and gave his friend a weak smile.

If only you knew...

Jinyoung was barely two years old when he remembered his mother cheating on his father. They would be both smiling brightly, put him in front of the TV in his little chair and disappear... Flashbacks of the dark bedroom would appear in front of his eyes whenever he recalled those moments.

People say we don’t remember our childhood. Jinyoung, however, knew better.

It was almost twenty years later, before Jinyoung left for Busan to study, that he brought it up.

“Mum,” he said, walking into the kitchen where she was cooking rice cake soup – his favourite. “Have you ever cheated on dad?”

She didn’t even bother to act surprised as a pleasant smile grew on her face. “What are you talking about, dear?”

“Just answer me. Did you or did you not?”

“No, I didn’t,” she replied kindly, looking at her son. “Why would you think that way? Do you, perhaps, remember something?”

That right there proved Jinyoung his right. How could someone be so careless? How could his own family laugh in his face? Wasn’t he old enough to know the truth?

“It would be much better if you would say yes if it meant saying the truth,” muttered Jinyoung, his mood extremely cold and annoyed.

It was known that Jinyoung’s parents didn’t have the best relationship but they still decided to stay married and live together. Until the guy who his mother had secret relationship with decided to reappear in their lives.

“You are not his son if that is what you are asking me!” she shouted from the kitchen.

“I wouldn’t even question that but good to goddamn know!” he shouted back. He stormed up into his room, slamming the door behind him. First thing that came from his room was a massive bang as his fist landed on the wall, creating a little whole.

The pain was overwhelming but god, did it feel good. Angry tears were rolling down his cheeks.

“How come you are always so happy?”

“Sometimes, Yugyeom, the people who smile the most are the ones who are hurt the most.”

And Yugyeom knew. When his friend said those words, he knew them all too well. Jinyoung was definitely someone to look up to but Yugyeom also knew his own truth.

Before his entire family was the one to be pointed at in the streets, to be laughed and to be judged, he already knew that it was not an ordinary life he was leading.

“When are you finally going to stop caring about what others think?!” screamed Yugyeom’s older sister. “Don’t we already have enough problems? Do you have to create more?”

“It isn’t about that,” replied Yugyeom, too calm. “It’s the fact that we have these issues. We shouldn’t. I am not going to accept that they point at us while they know absolutely nothing about us and our problems.”

His sister snickered. “Sure, Cassanova. Then go, spread love and peace but this world is too ugly for it to care about your pure heart, Yugyeom. You either learn how to fight or you let yourself be beaten up, just like you are doing it now.”

Yugyeom squeezed his eyes shut, not liking to hear the truth. He opened his teary eyes. “I don’t want it to be this way. I just want to be happy finally.”

“And you will be,” said his sister, coming closer to her brother to soothe his aching soul. “You will be happy, once you decide for it yourself.”

Yugyeom sighed. “How do I do that?”

Her smile was cheeky, her eye gaining a mischievous spark. “You just be it. You care only for yourself and make sure your intentions are always pure and honest. This way, no guilt will eat you up alive, no frustrations will attack you because at the end of the day, you can lie down in your bed and say: I did my best.”

“People who usually come to this hostel have interesting stories to tell,” said Matilde as they lied back down under the bright night sky, their tummies full, their souls satisfied. “I knew you guys wouldn’t be any exception.”

“I think it depends on the point of view after all,” said Yugyeom. “Those who went through a lot can see others’ problems in a lighter way than those who actually have them.”

“That’s why it’s good to talk to others about your issues,” expressed Jinyoung, trying to find various constellations with his eyes. “They can give you a totally different perspective about your issue.”

Matilde nodded. “Yes, that’s true! I don’t know about you guys, but it really helps me when I tell my issues to my friends and they just laugh because they can see a resolution so quickly while I feel like I’m walking in viscous circles.”

“True,” nodded Yugyeom and he smiled. “You should meet our friend Jaebeom. He is exactly like that – always seeing solutions, not panicking... I wish he would be here with us.”

“Hey, don’t forget Mark, Bam, Youngjae and Jackson.”

“Wow, you guys have international friends from America?” asked Matilde, surprised.

“Oh, no. Well. Actually, they are internationals but they speak pretty good Korean, right? And they are from all over the world,” said Jinyoung, nudging Yugyeom with his elbow.

“Hell yeah!”

“Nice,” smiled Matilde. “Hopefully, you guys get to meet each other under this same night sky.”

“Soon,” replied the two guys in unison.

[singingshadowfox]

Also, just gonna say, indigo (Logan) is the transitional colour between blue (Patton) and violet (Virgil). Patton keeps trying to show love and affection to Virgil, and while at some level he seems to enjoy it, it can be a lot and he’s not quite ready for all that at once. Logan, however, gives little bits of love to Virgil. It’s kind of like Logan is taking Patton’s love, breaking it down, and slowly giving it to Virgil so it’s easier for him to handle, just like how a transition from blue to violet can seem like a lot but a transition from blue to indigo to violet is a lot more fluid and pleasant to look at. You could also say that Virgil is the transition from Logan to Roman just like how it goes indigo > violet > red. Logan and Roman clash constantly, even more often than Logan and Virgil or Roman and Virgil (unless you count the nicknames as ‘clashing’). Logan and Virgil have an understanding as neither are optimistists (Logan is a realist and Virgil is a pessimist). Virgil and Roman both love Disney. These are bonds that Roman and Logan can’t really form. In that sense, Virgil can kinda act as the bridge between the two so we don’t get the harsh transition of indigo to red and instead get the pleasant one of indigo to violet to red.

Remus is also more of a lime green, which is like green plus yellow. As Deciet is yellow, this could be used to show a closeness as they are all dark sides still (and if orange ends up existing and being a dark side then that makes sense, as he would be close to the others). It could also suggest that Deciet and Remus are close beyond the bond of staying as dark sides, though this is unknown until we get to see them interact.

Also, it makes sense from a colour standpoint that Virgil felt uncomfortable as a dark side (as well as other reasons but I’m talking about colours, damn it). The other dark sides are clumped together on the colour wheel. As violet, though, Virgil was breaking up the light sides (keeping Roman from the others, specifically). This matches up with how he felt: he realised he was hurting Thomas and the light sides instead of protecting them like he wanted to. When he transitioned to being a light side, he no longer was breaking up the group or being separated from the people on the same side as him. He felt more comfortable, and the fact that he keeps opening up more and more proves it.

And to get back to Remus? Green is the colour we, as humans, can see the most shades of. In my mind, Remus is also the most diverse in subject matter. Everyone has one main thing they can be simplified into, even though obviously they have a few things they cover and multiple personality traits. Remus, on the other hand...he’s creativity. He’s also intrusive thoughts. He’s also about enjoying inappropriate/mature things. That’s...a lot of stuff. There’s overlaps, sure, but each of those things have their own subsets. For example, intrusive thoughts are sometimes inappropriate, sometimes weird, sometimes are just realisations, sometimes violent, sometimes innocent. As a dark side, the focus is on the more negative parts of him (and it’s possible his potential positives aren’t available to anyone because he’s a dark side, just like how Virgil had trouble using his anxiety as a tool to help keep Thomas safe until he was a light side). Despite that, his subjects have positive/neutral elements. Yeah, he’s a chaotic rat bastard man, but as a sort of...R-rated creativity he could potentially make really good work (just because something is NSFW doesn’t make it ugly, unfunny, or bad, for example. Think Deadpool). He’s kind of pure chaos right now but that’s probably bc he’s been held back/ignored for so long and is finally getting the, haha, limelight he wanted. Simplified: we can see lots of types of green and there’s lots of aspects to Remus.

All of this is probably unintentional and I’m just reading into it because I like colours.

Okay so it’s like 3 AM so forgive me if this is:

1. Stupid

2. Obvious/confirmed to be true

3. Totally incorrect

4. Poorly written/confusing

5. Already said by someone else

6. Way too longwinded/wordy

BUT

I was thinking about Sander Sides and colours and,,

Red (Roman)’s complementary colour is green (Remus).

Purple (Logan=indigo and Virgil=violet, both of which are shades of purple)’s complementary colour is yellow (Deciet).

Blue (Patton)’s complementary colour is orange (theorized dark side we haven’t seen yet).

Complementary colours create the strongest contrast against each other, and cancel each other out when mixed. They are found when two colours are on opposite sides of the colour wheel from each other. In a sense, complementary colours are opposites of each other.

Remus and Roman are two sides of the same coin, but they also dislike each other. They annoy, hurt, ignore, undermine, etc each other. Even though we have yet to see much interaction between the two of them, it can be easily assumed that they clash and “hate” each other. (Hate in quotations bc I feel like they probably do have some compassion for one another as twins, they just bicker and argue bc Roman probably sees Remus as a manifestation of his own negative traits and a clear sign that Thomas didn’t like some parts of Roman so he decided to separate Roman from those traits, and Remus probably sees Roman as who he could have been [respected, a light side, cared about, not feared, etc]).

From the beginning, Virgil has shown signs of both fearing and hating Deciet, probably for a variety of reasons. Though Virgil also reacted negatively to Remus, to me it feels like his reaction to Remus was more annoyance than fear or hatred. Deciet has also shown signs of disliking Logan, as he often shuts Logan up/gets him out of the room bc he realises Logan can logic everyone out of falling for Deciet’s lies. Deciet also mocks Virgil a lot and seems to still hate on him for abandoning the dark sides. Logan doesn’t really like Deciet either, shown through his actions and also just conceptually I can’t see how a literal man like Logan would like a trickster and liar like Deciet who’ll take advantage of his naïveté when it comes to certain things (plus Deciet kept him out of the courtroom like a jerk).

Basically, I’m saying everyone has shown signs of lowkey hating whomever they’re the complementary colour to more than anyone else. This also means Patton will probably hate the orange side (assuming he exists) or vice versa.

Stupid 3 AM theory over.

[sole-cuore-amore-e-droga]

Tel Aviv 2019: Straight outta Czech Republic to Eurovision with an unexpected geographical sight name

Another year, another Czech attempt at a national final that wasn’t televised also BUT this time we got some excitement announcements out of them - even if they were blatantly boring, kind of.

Keep in mind though that I know that the revamp's out, BUT this whole review is just me reviewing the version we all witnessed back when ESCZ hit. The one and only.

So the NF’s here because we saw Mikolas succeed from it the last time (eventhough it’s just a secret internal selection for just the Mikolas’s song and there’s no no denying hihihi), right? And thanks to that we got pseudo-official-but-not-so-official hotel music videos of each contestant’s songs just in case they decide to... like... change it for something different. Like those lyric videos last year. Eventhough they looked so very lowbudget this year, I still liked them to some degree, and eventually I had to witness this one video (set in presumably mostly the living room) where the lead singer confettis all over himself win this year (well not really the video as much as I only got to first hear that song on ESCRadio hahaha). Well, just the lead singer of it. As the buddies were on the other official video (the one I’ll talk about in my revamps update I guess but has anything changed other than the singer singing one of his talking parts?). As a whole the Czech entrants this year are known as Lake Malawi (it exists) and “Friend of a Friend” is their A-game! Let’s listen!

I liked it ever since my first acknowledgence(??) of it through ESCRadio. It reminded me of those happy-clappy 80s synth sounds (eventhough the 80s songs were mostly about gloom and doom), somehow somewhat mixed in with a bit of that ‘modern’ synthpop sound from the British music scene (Years & Years maybe? Nah that’d be too far-fetched). The lyrics, while cheap enough, at least paint a bit of a picture? I don’t think the person in the song was “making love” to his ‘old’ neighbouress back when she was 13, anyway. She’s, afterall, the “friend of a friend”. Who is a friend of a friend. Who is a friend of a friend. Who is a friend of a friend’s COUSIN~

The thing is that some songs out here are enjoyable besides their lyrical content. Or even without the singer’s background (still looking at those who’re shading Sheppard’s family business - shut up and enjoy “Geronimo” in peace, geez!). I, for example, jammed to RiRi’s “S&M” for my lifetime - yes, even since when it got big, and the pop music was being made to sound trashy, and not like something that sounds too somber and ‘foggy’, and with lyrics from r/im14andthisisdeep, and then later slapped on those a e s t h e t i c moodboards with tulips and liquid (of colour blue/red) splashed onto them to make it loof more effective, and placed in front of a yellow background on a white table. I miss late 2000s-early 2010s pop a whole lot, because at least it had fathomable-to-the-ear hits of the time - cheap, fast food, techno melodies with overproduction and lyrics that actually mean something more intimate and grotesque (with sometimes even hinting to the love surface) - that was the shit. Now it’s just drowsy stuff with blurry melodies and lamentings of lost love and devotion in an equally slurry, pathetic, vocal whine. I’m so tired of it. It’s unsettling. Get it off me. And thankfully, none of that invades this small little bubble of Eurovision’s just as of now (unlike the other pathetic musical cliche of nowadays that’s Soundcloud rap - ‘thanks’ a lot USNK). And I guess I shouldn’t be blessed that Lake Malawi brings this “this bangs but the lyrics are... a choice, but it still bangs so idc” back onto Eurovision? Like, come on, we all have had such kinds of songs like those all of that time. From “I Can’t Go On” (a man being a slut for love???) to countless of national final shlocks made by these usual suspects from rent-a-songwriter corner, ESPECIALLY in the 00s, to some of those actual 00s entries that made it - so stupid to sing along to, yet so infectious you can’t drag your earworm out of your ear canals just now. What does “Friend of a Friend” have for itself? Keyboard melody in the 2nd half of the chorus that is easily stuck in MY head, with a female voice (I assume it’s the song’s protagonist’s subject of speech - the neighbourina herself) reassuring that “[she’s] only [his] friend” - not in a “haha I’m friendzoning you forever >:)” way, but “ehhhh there’s truly nothing between us as he says, we’re just friends, not lovers, don’t give me that look” way. Sure it’s believable, sure. It might as well turn out that these neighbours are indeed doing the same thing as in all those local anecdotes where a family’s mother or father has an affair with a next-door neighbour for shits and giggles to move the joke’s plot forward.

So it is, as a whole, a fun little throwback-ish piece of fine and smooth music, accompanied with the lead singer’s ‘British’ ‘accent’ (aha so this is why I get a lot of British radio vibes from this - not to mention, tropical beach ones too for some reason!), some sort of spoken dialogue, energy and the ability to raise you up from your seat the 45875th time you’re actually giving in to all of this. You know you want to, despite this song possibly not being your cup of tea. But I see you, and I look forward to seeing you bopping to this fully in May, no matter if this isn’t Mikolas you’re dealing with anymore, and no camel spaghetti. Ahw yeah!

Approval factor: Although it’s also slowly wearing off me like it already wore off everyone else back then, I’m still giving it one hell of an approval. Yay!

Follow-up factor: I definitely like it more than “Lie to Me” as well. Somewhat. Honestly. Don’t bash me in secret.

Qualification factor: the naysayers are saying this will flop but imo they’re mostly just upset that Barbora didn’t go (even if they were only still upset back in the say), STILL. Ugh can’t they just leave. I am positive about this song’s chances somewhat, just hoping it gets a really memorable and stand out staging and maybe it will escape this hellhole of its semi. Not very confident, just positive. (Also they rocked the Vidbir stage so hard even the uncomfortable question queen Dramala couldn’t not give in the dance, lolz.)

NATIONAL FINAL BONUS

Honestly, the best possible thing that came out of this NF was the oh-so-unexpectedly-expected winner choice, and it is like this because, yet again, people couldn’t get over Barbora losing at first, to which I’m like “to be quite honest, you were all into it because that’s the closest thing to Lana del Rey you’d ever get in Eurovision because Lana herself is American and America should NOT set their foot into ESC... besides, she wouldn’t probably do it anyways”. ESCZ wasn’t pretty bad of a NF honestly:

• people actually laughed at the fact every single video of this NF is so low-budget that it looked like it was all filmed in the same hotel room! (in reality I’m just jealous at the slick-ass hotels they’ve had on there, feels like someone’s house more than a hotel actually)

• Pam Rabbit, one of Mikolas’s last year’s backings, brought the second-best NF song this year imo (Barbora for me is likeable but not to THAT degree, lol calm yer tits), as it was a lowkey bop and I can’t not appreciate one!

(her officially official MV is here but in the spirit of this NF’s, you’re gonna have to subject yourself to this above in order to witness spectacular budget-MVs that happened for this NF especially, come on. Hardly a cool NF without its own little perks!)

• Fine, I’ll bring up Barbora Mochowa too. I gotta say she DOES sound like Queen Bee Lana, same to say on her earlier works which, among them, has one enchanting and haunting forest-like ballad. “True Colors”, her ESCZ entry, is just a pop ballad, which is not THAT bad, it’s just that... did y’all see any more in that song beyond the Lana vocals? Sure sure the melody is pleasant but... did ya?

(Lord alive, she also has a live video for this song on her channel, which is in fact the ESCZ’s unplugged version video!)

• The ex-ESC entrant jury is back for another year! This time though, the votes of all of the participants in it were all up and public (unlike secrety mcsecret ones from 2018 where I’m not even sure if the Eurojury panel was correct), and most of them were #TeamMalawi or #TeamBarbora... up until AWS (yes AWS are relevant enough for their own panel!), being the “wait do we still have to do Eurovision related things??? it’s sooooo 1 year ago already, let us go goddammit!!” type of participants that they are, totally and utterly half-arsing their own experience in there by 12ing Andrea Holá. The thing is that she’s first alphabetically from the artists so that’s probably the best possible theory why. “GIVE ME A HINT, ANDREA!!!”

• The best part? The NF itself taking place in the second floor of an abandoned warehouse somewhere in Czech Republic (Czechia go to hell), in the middle of the day, with no live performances, just that video above played in full motion and some random people speaking in between. Silly of them to leak my ideal NF design location if I ever were a Lithuanian HoD. And yes, it was streamed on Facebook, the platform that I can barely play livestreams on my 11-year-old laptop on, while suspiciously enough, it worked for FiK 56... which meant that I was barely able to grasp a screenshot but I managed!

Well of course I didn’t get to watch much but after someone said Lake Malawi (or, in their words, Lake Malala <333) won, I almost believed it until I found out that the show’s still going... and only saw the thing on the projection screen later out of nowhere. IDK who’s hugging who and if that audience on the right are all the participants then I may have an idea but for now IDK. Ahh, relevant video media being projected on projection screens (duh) <33 giving San Marino, Albania’s Powerpoint scoreboards and Belgian 2013 radio NF runs for their money.

I might find mistakes and off-the-wall blabbers in this write-up later but for now I’ll carelessly submit this beauty to Tumblr today and wish the best of luck to Lake Malawi in Tel Aviv! May you qualify for the 2nd year in a row for CZ ^^