#this is my kind of funky rock music

[aye-jaye-2005]

been listening to some chris catalyst today and he's a pretty cool dude ngl

[cjlouwho]

ooooh. A prompt. Maybe Tommy could use some TLC. Some hurt/comfort?

tags: mentions of past physical and verbal abuse, also first I love you's

Just take those old records off the shelf, I'll sit and listen to 'em by myself

It was a little bit jarring when he first heard it. He'd been coming to this bar for years now and this song had never played before.

Today's music ain't got the same soul, I like that old time rock 'n' roll

He could already feel a thin layer of sweat above his lip. His hands were clammy almost instantly. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest.

And he was stuck in the booth, wedged between Buck and Chimney. Everyone was there. Hen, Karen, Bobby, Athena, Maddie, Eddie, Ravi. They were all celebrating Bobby getting reinstated as captain of the 118.

Don't try to take me to a disco, you'll never even get me out on the floor

He needed to get up. It was too hot. Buck was right up against his side, hand on his thigh, and if he moved closer to Chimney they'd practically hit second base.

In ten minutes I'll be late for the door, I like that old time rock 'n' roll

“Need'a gotothe bathroom,” Tommy mumbled out in whisper to Buck. He wasn't drunk. They'd only been there half an hour and he had just finished his first beer. But the song was completely throwing him off.

Still like that old time rock 'n' roll, that kind of music just soothes the soul

Buck looked at him, confused, squeezed his thigh in a way that would usually be sweet but right now felt like too much. “What?” he asked, leaning in closer.

“Bathroom,” he repeated, clearer this time.

I reminisce about the days of old, with that old time rock 'n' roll

“Oh, okay.” Buck scooted out of the booth and Tommy managed to get out without banging his knees on the table. “You okay?” Buck asked, reaching down for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “You're pale.”

He felt like throwing up. Tommy unwrapped his hand from Buck far too quickly for him to not suspect anything, he knew that, but he couldn't help it right now. “Fine,” he managed with a forced smile.

Won't go to hear 'em play a tango, I'd rather hear some blues or funky old soul

He headed for the bathroom, but took a left instead of a right, opting to head outside instead.

Buck glanced back at everyone at the table, who all looked confused. Tommy's abrupt shift in mood was impossible not to notice.

“I'm guessing he knows he didn't just go to the bathroom?” Eddie questioned.

Buck sighed, tossed a few dollars on the table. “I'm gonna go check on him.”

When Buck got outside it took him a minute to spot Tommy. He was a few feet away from the door, swaying slightly from side to side with his hands in his pockets, staring out into the parking lot.

Buck walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, retracting it quickly when Tommy jumped at the touch.

“Sorry,” Buck said, startled.

Tommy closed his eyes once he saw it was Buck, letting out a deep breath. “No, Evan, I... Sorry, I was in my own world.”

“S'okay. Are you okay?”

Tommy let out a humorless laugh, his gaze falling down to his feet as he kicked at some rocks with his shoe. “Um, I'm a little embarrassed, actually,” he admitted.

“What for?”

“The song playing in there,” he said, turning back toward the bar, “it reminded me of a... a not so great memory.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

His eyes met Evan's and all he could see was concern. Tommy knew he wasn't asking because he felt like he had to, or because he thought it was what Tommy expected of him. He was asking because he was genuinely worried, and wanted to be there for him.

“You wanna go sit in the back of my truck?” Tommy asked. He could still hear a slight beat from music inside the bar and, while he was sure they weren't still playing that same song, it's the only thing he could think about when he heard any music at all.

Buck nodded. “Yeah, let's go.”

When they got to the truck, Tommy lowered the tailgate and they both hopped up, their legs dangling over the edge.

Buck stared up at the sky, stars a little more visible in their location than anywhere else in Los Angeles. He waited for Tommy to speak, not wanting to pressure him.

The feeling of Tommy's hand slipping into his brought his attention back to Tommy. Their fingers intertwined, but Buck didn't squeeze too hard. He didn't want to scare him again.

“I haven't really ever told you very much about my dad, have I?”

“Little pieces here and there,” Buck replied. “You said a few months back that he was a lot like Gerrard, and mentioned you haven't spoken to him in ten years.”

Tommy nodded. “Both things are true. He was... There was more to him than that though. He was not a good man, Evan. He'd go to church every time the doors were open, smile on his face, mom and me by his side. The perfect family. That's what everyone told us anyway.”

He scooted closer to Buck, placing their hands on his thigh. He took his free hand and rubbed it gently over Buck's knuckles, finding comfort in his boyfriend's touch. “Then we'd get home, and lunch or dinner wouldn't be ready on time, or the roast would be overcooked, or he saw me yawn during the service, or he thought mom smiled at the youth pastor for too long and-” Tommy's voice broke as he spoke. He cleared his throat, trying to keep it together.

All Buck wanted to do was wrap him up tight and make all his pain disappear.

“-and God, Evan, he'd get so angry. He'd get out his records and we knew, if he played one specific song, one of us was about to get it.”

It all clicked. “The song in the bar."

Tommy nodded. “The song in the bar.”

“Would he,” Buck paused, choosing his words carefully. “Did he hit you?”

“Not with his hands,” Tommy replied, “and never on the face. But he was a big believer in 'spare the rod, spoil the child'. He liked to use his belt.” He felt a phantom pain on his back, from lashes so painful he'd have to lean forward the whole time during the next church service. How it would hurt to sit down at school, often for days. How the belt would sometimes whack against his thigh and he'd have to wear pants for PE, even during the hottest months of the year, just so his shorts wouldn't ride up and someone see the marks. “It wasn't just physical stuff though,” Tommy added. “The things he'd say were worse, somehow. He'd call my mom every name in the book, shout slurs at me before I even thought I was gay. Tell us how worthless we were. Stuff like that. Then, by the next service, there were were, front and center. The perfect family.”

“Tommy, I- I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry you went through that.”

“I'm okay,” he said, then huffed out a laugh, “except when I hear that song, apparently.”

“Triggers are funny like that, aren't they?”

“Yeah,” he rolled his eyes, “a real hoot.”

Buck let go of Tommy's hand just long enough to wrap his arms around him, letting Tommy rest his head on his shoulder. Buck pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Why don't we go to my place?” he suggested. “Put on a movie, eat a pint of ice cream.”

“We're supposed to be celebrating tonight, Evan.”

“We will be celebrating,” Buck assured him. “We'll be celebrating survival. Celebrating us. Celebrating, I don't know,” he laughed, “we'll think of something.”

Tommy raised his head just enough to look into Buck's eyes. “Love?”

Buck stared back, a smile growing on his face. “Love. Yeah, that, um, that sounds perfect.”

“Okay,” Tommy relented easily. He didn't feel like going back inside anyway. “You sure you don't wanna go back in? You can get a ride home with Eddie.”

“Tommy, I want to be with you. Everyone in there will understand. I'll send Eddie a text, tell him we're headed out. You pick the movie.”

They untangled themselves from each other so Buck could get his phone.

Tommy thought for a moment. “The Notebook, maybe? I feel like crying.”

He'd never been in a relationship before where he could admit something like that. Admit that sometimes he wanted to cry, needed to cry, and a movie could help him with that.

Evan was different though. Evan was safety. Evan was a person Tommy could talk to about anything, and never feel judgement.

“The Notebook is perfect. I'll order ice cream to be delivered while we're on the way.”

They got off the back of the truck and Tommy raised the tailgate. Before Buck could head for the passenger seat, Tommy placed a hand on his hip, spinning Buck back in his direction.

“I really do love you, Evan,” he said, his thumbs stroking at Buck's hipbone.

Buck reached up and rested his hands at the nape of Tommy's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. “I really do love you too, Tommy.”

As they got into the truck, Buck made a mental note to contact the bar tomorrow and ask them to change their playlist.

[redr0sewrites]

ATSV Characters with a Goth S/o

heeeeeyyyyyy guys 😇 *slowly sliding the 100+ REQUESTS in my inbox to the side to make room for a new special interest*

🥀Cw: none, mostly fluff!!!

🥀Pairing(s): Hobie x reader, Miles x reader, Miguel x reader, Spot x reader

Hobie

he would LOVE any type of alternative partner tbh- he just LOOOVESSS that ur goth and will support you 100%

people who go against societies expectations/standards and don't fit in with the norm intrigue him, and your style is probably what piqued his interest in the first place

y'all definitely wear matching fits sorry i don't make the rules- hobie just can't pass up the opportunity to match w you!!! whenever you go to meetings within the spider society he always brings you along, regardless of whether or not you're a spiderperson and hobie loves showing off you and your style

MAJOR "THATS MY PARTNER‼️" VIBES

look me in the eyes and tell me hobia would not absolutely rock some funky eyeliner LIKEEEEE- he def lets you practice on him and will do your makeup for you too!!!

hobie loves thrifting with you, there is no way he isn't a major thrifter and you both definitely DIY a lot of your clothes

HE MAKES YOU GUYS MATCHING PUNK BATTLE VESTS FOR YOUR ANNIVERSARY, AND MAKES SURE THAT IT MATCHES UR AESTHETIC AS WELL!!

hobie absolutely has BLESSED music taste, but while he usually listens to rock, punk, dad rock, or post-punk type of music, i def see him enjoying more gothic/new wave music- especially if u introduce it to him!!!

i see him enjoying bauhaus, sisters or mercy, scary bitches, etc- he'll also give YOU a lot of music recommendations and help to expand ur taste!

hobie would also accompany you to any protests or conventions that you wanted to attend, and would act as your scary dog privileges

YOU TWO DEFINITELY GO TO CONCERTS TOGETHER OMG. I TOTALLY SEE THAT AS A SPONTANEOUS DATE THAT YOU TWO ENJOY A LOT

honestly hobie is a lovely partner to have if you are goth, and he's not only supportive but VERY enthusiastic about your fashion and lifestyle!

Miles

hes such a sweetheart!!! he definitely supports you if you're goth and asks a LOOOT of questions lmao

miles draws you and your fashion a lot, and will def design makeup or eyeliner ideas for you too!!! while ik this is more associated with punk, i also see miles drawing you a few custom patches and stuff like that

your kind of like his muse in a way, and miles just really enjoys sketching you, especially since you have such a unique aesthetic and such cool outfits

HE HAS DEFINITELY GRAFFITIED U SOMEWHERE‼️

he loves watching you get ready and do your makeup. seeing you do perfect eyeliner wings and heavy makeup in general lowkey relaxes him, and he just loves admiring you

im sorry but miles knows absolutely nothing about goth music or culture, ur gonna have to introduce him to a lot of the songs/bands!!!

while i don't think he's huge on the music at first, i think it would grow on him over time. its definitely the type of thing that he loves because YOU love it, and he sees how mu much you enjoy it so he starts listening to it as well so he can talk to you about it

i think his favorite band would be the cure, and his fav songs would either be boys dont cry or the walk (both by the cure- idk why thats so specific but they just kinda fit his vibe yk?)

miles likes holding hands a lot, and he loves when you wear rings or gloves or something along those lines because it just reminds him so much of you! your hands just feel different compared to other peoples and he just loves how unique you are

if you have a lot of piercings, miles would definitely ask about them or buy you specific jewelry for piercings!!!!

overall, very very cute and supportive about your style!!! (he lowkey gives bi wife energy, and iyk what in talking ab then ily mwah)

Miguel

he's pretty indifferent to your style at first, i don't see him as the type to judge much based on appearances. its your personality that really throws him for a loop, and a part of him admires your dedication to making yourself look how you want to look and truly living to be your best self, regardless of what others think

if you think miles knows nothing about being goth then be prepared for miguel bc he knows NOTHINGGGG- no music, no history, no political views, zero, zilch, nada, goose egg

if he cares about you i do see him being intrigued about your style, and once you two are officially dating is when he'll show more interest in your personal fashion sense

he strikes me as the type to like, NEVER listen to music, so he literally only listens to the music you like!!! he does find himself occasionally humming the tune of some strawberry switchblade song or casually listening to a siouxsie and the banshees song while he works, and over time you influence him a LOT with your music taste. he definitely associates any and all goth music with YOU, and that's probably why he starts enjoying it.

he's a "hand on you at all times" type of guy, and while he is rarely touchy with others, miguel is definitely keeping you close. your fashion makes that convenient for him, and he loves pulling you into a kiss by grabbing onto your belt loop or something of the sort

miguel loves how you look with and without makeup on and isn't afraid to tell you that, however, he really likes it if you incorporate his colors or color scheme into your makeup one day. he'll never admit it, but you keep catching him admiring you with the smallest smirk on his face every few seconds

if anyone ever gave u shit for what you wear and how you dress, especially someone in the spider society, you'd practically have to restrain miguel from drop kicking them across nueva york- he doesn't want anyone to be rude to you , and while he knows you can stand up for yourself, he just gets protective at times

Spot

goth? whats that???

he's lowkey such a nerd, and spends too much time being science-y and planning on how to beat spiderman to actually get caught up on fashion

spot doesn't know how he pulled you tbh, but he appreciates you nonetheless!!! he thinks you and your aesthetic are something to be admired, and will unabashedly tell EVERYONE he knows about you

he will shoplift any clothing or jewelry that you want, and he'll even take you to other dimensions where there are better alternative clothes as well

spot doesn't really have a face to do makeup on, but he'll offer to do yours for you! surprisingly enough he's pretty good at it, though he does work pretty slowly

spot loves fiddling with your accessories, whenever he's standing near you he's always reaching out to touch you in some way shape or form. he loves playing with any chains or necklaces you wear, and will help adjust them so that they lay correctly

he helps you get ready in the morning!!!!! if ur the type of goth to wear corsets, he makes lacing them up SO easy and will gladly do it for you

i personally hc that spot HATES seeing himself in mirrors/pictures, it reminds him sm of what he used to look like, but he LOVES taking photos of you and your style!! whenever you are wearing a cute outfit or have funky makeup on, spot adores just taking photos of you

if you ever did a makeup look inspired by him and his spots he would probably CRY :(

URGRHHRHHRRR I LOVE ATSV SMMMMMMM!!!! this post will DEFINITELY have a pt2 w more characters!!!!! i swear tho atsv literally pulled me out of the most horrendous burnout ever i FELT the artblock and writing block lift off of my body as i watched it. IM SO INVESTED I MADE A SPIDERSONA...

[dootznbootz]

I don't know about you, but I'm a bit mixed about Calypso in EPC. I mean, her songs are good, her singer's quite talented, so I don't have a problem... musically, at least.

But, story-wise, Calypso seems a bit too victim-like in my taste. "I'm not sorry for loving you" seems like it wants to make us sympathize with her and to consider her as Odysseus' friend.

While making her nuanced is interesting, the Epic fandom could be inclined to forget what she did to him in the Odyssey. And how miserable he was alongside her.

On the plus side, "Love in paradise" affirms she's the powerful one and Odysseus later confirms he doesn't love her romantically (plus Athena's 'he never cheated on his wife' line in "God games")

So it won't be detrimental for OdyPen 🥰.

What do you think ?

Oh, I'm definitely mixed about Calypso in Epic. As just like you said:

"While making her nuanced is interesting, the Epic fandom could be inclined to forget what she did to him in the Odyssey. And how miserable he was alongside her."

The Epic Fandom already DOES forget what happens in the Odyssey or think that they are the same thing. :/ I see stuff talking about Scylla in how Odysseus lights the torches and yet, it's tagged as "Odyssey". I love "light up six torches" as it's very dark but also very painful for Epic!Odysseus and that's really fun!

But I get saddened when people think that happened in the Odyssey ;~; as it's one of my favorite parts where Odysseus, knowing that Circe warned him, still goes to put on his armor to try and fight Scylla himself. He tried so fucking hard to save them. And they all grieved later on together. Eurylochus does mutiny in both but in the Odyssey, it isn't because of Scylla or anything. They were all just...Hungry ;~;

That's not even talking about how the Epic Fandom was when we only got the snippet of "There are other ways" ;~;

I still remember when there were jokes about how Odysseus is just like Hamilton and "Couldn't say No to this." Also Circe never did that to "protect her nymphs" in the Odyssey. She did it for funsies as she's a goddess and can do what she wants. That doesn't mean he was happy though.

I DO trust Jay to do well with Calypso's island. While I really am nervous about "I'm not Sorry for Loving you." like very nervous. I think HE'LL also make it clear that Odysseus isn't well or happy. As he has that cut song with the lyrics of:

"Is this some kind of trick? Pretending I can go Because if so, you're sick My heart's already broken"

So even though he cut that song because the beat and the music did NOT fit the situation, I'm very sure he'll have another like it showing Odysseus' despair and suffering.

I just... sighs I'm in a funky situation where I love Epic. I love it a lot. I think it's a genuinely good and fun retelling. I think while some spots are inaccurate, some are still really neat. I just get sad about this almost...disdain towards the actual Odyssey?

"Oh, Odysseus doesn't mention Penelope and Telemachus as much as he does in Epic-" Yes, he does. It's in so many of the metaphors and there's so many moments where he's clearly thinking about them. I love singing Penelope's name longingly too but an ancient epic poem is gonna be a lil different xD

"Oh Polites isn't really in it-" ...And?? That's okay. You enjoy Jay's character he created who really isn't in the Odyssey as much.

"Odysseus is such a manwhore in the Odyssey-" I am beating you over the head with a fucking rock.

Jay is clearly so fucking passionate and cares about this story so so much (he had a MENELAUS SONG (I grieve it's loss every day ;~; THEY CAN BOTH SIMP FOR THEIR HOT AF WIVES)) He had other characters planned!

But yeah ;~; I get so fucking sad every time someone talks about Epic being better than the Odyssey. Like even JAY wanted to clear that up that "hey, the Odyssey is really cool! I mean I wrote this because I love it so much." and yet... people don't wanna know or even TRY to understand what happens in the actual Epics.

I have hope. I just hope the FANDOM follows through.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌‘𝐒 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄

summary: what kind of music the piercers/tattoo artists of my modern au would listen to

characters: piercer!/tattoo artist! xiao :: scara :: kazuha :: venti :: aether :: heizou

my modern au || genshin masterlist || the playlist

𝐗𝐈𝐀𝐎

melancholic and wistful/dreamy

black over-ears

When he felt like nobody around him understood him, Xiao fell into the comforting embrace of music, listening to artists who sang about the sentiments he kept to himself. It has always helped him express himself with pencil and pen though, letting the graphite tip dance over the paper more smoothly and less hesitantly. To this day, Xiao uses music to block out the world when it all gets too much and familiar tunes help him calm down.

死ぬのがいいわ- fuji kaze, exile- taylor swift/ bon iver, young and beautiful- lana del rey, gales of song- belle, the moon will sing- the crane wives

𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀

indie rock

grey over-ears

Scara has been heavily influenced by Venti whose music could always be heard throughout their shared flat. While it vexed him at first, soon he found himself nodding along to the melodies, something his roommate noticed and then offered to share a Spotify account until Scara decided to make his own. And, although he’d rather die than admit it, despite how much he loathes his upbringing, he can’t deny that some classic pieces sneaked in between his usual rotation.

shake it out- florence + the machine, allies or enemies- the crane wives, too close- sir chloe , bohemian rhapsody- queen, winter- vivaldi

𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐇𝐀

indie, folklore

old school white wired earphones

Kazuha loves to let his spirit rest as he absorbs the feelings artists pour into their music. For him, it’s important that he can connect to the story that’s being told, either through the lyrics or the sentiment the music conveys. He opts for rather calm songs that invite you to relax even if there’s a deeper meaning to the lyrics. Music is a way for him to create his peace of mind when he can’t be out and surrounded by the sound of nature.

feather- sabrina carpenter, cardigan- taylor swift, saw you in a dream- the japanese house, to the mountains- lizzy mcalpine, let’s fall in love for the night- finneas

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

the definition of “listens to every genre” but has a soft spot for deep and tragic lyrics paired with a funky and upbeat sound

both over-ears and earbuds; also has a collection of old wired earphones tangled together (half of them are broken too)

Venti’s Spotify account is working overtime, that app is never closed. As a former band member, he knows how to play a variety of instruments and has tried a lot of styles himself, so he’s very open minded when it comes to new genres. He also absolutely kills it at karaoke nights, even if he’s already a few drinks in. Something might actually be wrong when he’s not nodding or singing along to the music playing in his head or tapping out the beat on whatever surface is closest. In general, handing Venti the aux is a fantastic idea because he can somehow always accurately gauge what music is the right mood for the given situation. He also judges films based on the soundtrack.

夜に駆ける- yoasobi, people watching- conan gray, kingdom dance- alan menken, u- belle/millennium parade, icarus- bastille

𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

(80s) rock and metal or pop

rose-gold or white earbuds

For Aether, listening to music is the time he can let his (gorgeous) hair down. While he’s normally busy making sure everyone else is okay and is doing fine, he seldom takes the time to take care of himself. So when he can lean back and turn up the volume, it’s a very welcome breath of fresh air. The deep base and powerful voices help catalyse any feelings that might have built up over time, and, just maybe, the songs and lyrics are familiar from the time he was lost and confused about what his place in the world was. Yet, he can also appreciate the catchy tunes of popular pop songs that get stuck in his head.

killer queen- queen, master of puppets- metallica, one step closer- linkin park, valentine- måneskin, paradise- sophie and the giants/ purple disco machine

𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐔

your local girl group stan

branded earbuds (ahem ahem airpods)

Heizou is a very energetic person and it shows in his music taste. Not only are his playlists full of upbeat kpop girl group bangers, he also knows just about all of the corresponding dances. More often than not, you can hear him humming and whistling along even when he doesn’t have his earbuds in. It’s also a great gateway to interacting with customers; you better believe Heizou is already halfway into a conversation when he catches a glimpse of a photocard.

fancy- twice, eta- newjeans, unforgiven- le sserrafim, queencard- (g)-idle, zimzalabim- red velvet

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[thedevilsoftruth]

Sdv characters and what they listen to

Sam: I have a FRIM belief that he likes Rage Against the Machine. Maybe a little bit of Five Finger Death Punch, but he's 100% a Rage fan.

Penny: Kpop. She's a Twice girle FOSHO.

Sebastian: Bullet For My Valentine, Deftones, Black Veil Brides, Pierce the Veil, Slipknot, all that jazz.

Harvey: Oh, he's funky. He's listens to the CLASSICS. Prince, Michael Jackson, Marvin Gaye, Elton John, Frank Sinatra, all those guys.

Shane: I have two words. Dad rock. I'm talking Iron Madien, Metallica, Dio, Mötley Cru, Scorpions, Yes, Black Sabbath. On his bad days, he's a Slipknot girly. Far different from the other bands, but sometimes he just really needs the rage that Slipknot gives him. I also have a VERY strong belief that he likes Pantera and Peral Jam. Idk what to tell you. He likes all rock n roll.

Abigail: Sisters of Mercy, KMFDM, Type o Negative, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Depeche Mode. All those funky people.

Emily: She kind of likes musical soundtracks. It's not completely what she listens to, but it's apart of what she listens to. Haley gets annoyed because she will be in the shower and singing the Phantom of the Opera.

Haley: Lana Del Ray, Melanie Martinez, Madonna, and maybe the Carpenters. ( Idk many pop artists 😭 )

[justpentdraws]

*Flops down on pillow and swings legs*

The band AU looks so cool tell us more 👁️👁️

so first of all - i'm so sorry you had to wait that long to get this answered! have a scar doodle as an apology.

second of all - let's begin! (click for more)

buttercups band au is set in a modern world (which means everyone is human) and focuses on the buttercups trio (scar, grian, mumbo) who are in a band together. they are rivals with another neighbouring band - a duo under the name of the perimeter, consisting of ren and doc. the rivalry is mostly friendly, the members of both bands know each other well and don't have any kind of actual discord between them. while the buttercups' music falls under the indie/indie folk label, the perimeter specialize in punk rock.

the buttercups live together with jellie (a cat that scar one day just brought home refusing to explain where did she come from) and sniffer (a large fluffy dog, who scar also brought home one day, but this time explaining that he'd found him on the street). both pets are loved by the fans and their friends, but by a twist of fate, doc happens to be allergic to dogs.

who is who:

mumbo - the buttercups' singer-songwriter and guitarist, though he mostly prefers to play an ukulele. super socially awkward when off stage and a certified funky glasses lover. enjoys plants a lot and often wears flower crowns and flower-themed hawaiian shirts.

grian - the buttercups' drummer. since one of the fans told him that a long expo photo of him playing looks like an angel, his theme became wings. never gets on stage without a pair of kinda-cringey fake wings on a headband.

scar - the buttercups' rythmic guitarist and/or a keytar player, sometimes doubling as a backup vocalist. in charge of the band's instagram account after he'd taken it over from grian. certainly a fan favourite, his email getting flooded with cat pictures that he asks for online.

doc - a drummer and guitarist of the perimeter. he bleaches his hair (though never the whole thing) and is a certified mesh shirt lover. a big fan of crossdressing who would certainly become a fashion icon if he cared just a little bit more.

ren - the perimeter's guitarist and vocalist. never seen on stage without his definetly-cringey wolf ears headband and an immortal red flannel shirt, which at this point might be more patches than original fabric. very open to fans, providing the perimeter a loving fan community.

less important characters:

martyn - an independent music creator under the name of littlewood monster (which is a bow towards another au of mine), known for his collabs with the perimeter duo.

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special pings: @fandoms-bandoms-andmentalissues, my buddy and cocreator who read my midnight rambles about it in the morning and bothered to reply to all of it. i'm sure they'll be thrilled to tell you about this au or some of theirs if you ask!

[bubuslutty]

40-something Moon Man ROCKS the Dancefloor! (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT!)

pairing: Marc Spector & Female Reader

word count: 4026

warnings: none

summary:

Marc Spector accidentally goes viral on TikTok after his uni student neighbour/friend drags him to the club with her.

a/n: i wrote this in a silly goofy mood and i love marc sooo much <3 Also I used Darling instead of Y/n cuz im funky like that.

“Please, Marc.” Darling begged the 40-something man while he tried to clean his flat.

“No.” Marc answered flatly, wearing a very washed-out and loose t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts. His hair, now longer was tied at the back of his head in a tiny man bun.

“Why??? We’ll have so much fun and you need a night out to dislodge the stick up your ass.” Darling groaned and fell on her knees in the kitchen, ready to hold onto his legs and beg if need be. Marc sighed and ignored the 19-year-old teenager on his kitchen floor as he cracked another window open and increased the volume of the radio on the window ledge, BBC Radio 1 playing a Central Cee song in the flat as he picked up stray books, papers, food wrappers, socks and random junk, a bin bag clutched in one hand and a laundry basket clutched in his other arm.

Marc finally got himself to start cleaning his flat, he read that it would help his mental health to live in a cleaner space. That’s why she was over, she was meant to help him clean so it wouldn’t be too overwhelming on his own, and motivate him to get on with cleaning so he finished faster and could escape her non-ending yapping sessions. But now, it seemed like she was more interested in annoying him, which is literally second nature now, a natural reaction she had to him, annoying the shit out of Marc. 

I mean, he could literally kick her out, and scare her enough that she’ll leave him alone for good, he’s done it before, to other people. He’s tried, but she’s Steven’s friend and he can’t do that to him. And he knows deep down he actually enjoys her presence and would kill anyone that hurts her then himself. He cannot lie, the kid had a big heart and was incredibly kind and patient. He was a little jealous that her parents were able to make a girl like that because Marc knew he could never produce that level of goodness into the world. He can never come close. She was too good.

Marc dropped the basket on a chair and the trash bag on top of it, letting out a long sigh and putting his hands on his hips. “Why do you want me to go with you?”

Darling’s miserable puppy eyes immediately vanished and she got up from the floor, walking up to him with a huge grin on her face. “Well, first of all, you’re my friend, and I like hanging out with you.” Marc raised one brow and didn’t say anything.

“I found this club with great music and I really want to try it out,” Darling said shrugging.

“Why don’t you go with your friends? People your own age.” Marc asked, his arms now crossed over his chest. “People from my uni are… I never really enjoyed going out with them, sure, nothing terrible happened cuz we always stuck together but uh-” Darling tried to explain and Marc failed to understand why the hell she wanted him to go with her out of all people.

“I’ll just be in the way if I go with you. And I can always pick you up at the end of the night, you know?” Marc said and Darling frowned in confusion, “In the way of what?” 

Marc almost laughed in disbelief but held it together, “Don’t you want a boyfriend? No one will get close to you if I’m with you.” 

Darling looked unimpressed, “What boyfriend? You mean drunk finance bros with an Andrew Tate mentality? Plus, I don’t do hookups, I have anxiety, mate.” Marc was confused and Darling remembered he wasn’t as chronically online as she was, so he probably had no idea who the abomination of a man was.

“I just want the experience. I just want to dress up and dance all night without men I don’t know breathing down my neck.” Darling explained, picking lint up from her way too big t-shirt with a Pikachu plastered on the front, so she wouldn’t have to look at him in the eyes.

Marc understood and thought about it for a second before picking up the trash bag and walking to the area that was his kitchen and putting it on the floor, next to the bin. “You want me to be your bodyguard?”

Darling’s head snapped up, eyes wide, “No! I mean- Yeah, sure..” 

Marc pondered over the thought and asked, “When?” 

“This Friday.” Darling quickly answered, smiling big and all, excitement radiating off her in waves.

“Alright, but so you know, I don’t dance.” That’s also what Chad from High School Musical said but go off. Darling knew to keep her mouth shut instead of calling him out.

“Thank you. Thank you so much!” She squealed, jumping up and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Alright, enough.” He grumbled even though he was smiling, and ripped her away with his hands on her shoulders. “You won’t regret this,” Darling promised and Marc just nodded, he’ll see about that.

“Now, do me a favour,” Marc said, turning around and picking up two trash bags in his hands. “Take out the trash.” 

Darling groaned and Marc fixed her with a look and her shoulders slumped, taking the bags out of the door to put them downstairs.

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“How do I look? Be honest.” Darling asked, standing in the corridors as Marc locked his door and shoved the keys in his pockets, his black leather jacket held in his other hand.

Marc straightened his back and analysed her outfit from head to toe. She was wearing a sleeveless, backless sparkly blue top paired with jean shorts and white trainers. Simply put, she looked pretty and it surprised Marc a little, he didn’t know she was capable of wearing anything but washed-out old t-shirts with unhinged slogans on them. It was an addiction at this point, she loved buying the weirdest t-shirts she could find on the internet. She even bought him a t-shirt once that said “I lactate”. And swear to God, Marc almost killed her right then and there. It’s still ranked as one of her “biggest Ws” whatever the fuck that meant.

“Not ugly,” Marc answered flatly and Darling grinned, that was Marc’s way of saying she looked nice. 

“And you look great, did Jake pick the clothes?” She asked, looking him over.

“No.” Marc lied and she giggled, because the one who dressed cunty every single time without fail, was Jake, and unfortunately, Marc didn’t possess the level of serve Jake did.

Marc was wearing a black short-sleeved button-up, unbuttoned at the top, where his David’s star necklace glinted against his tan chest, paired with black trousers and black shoes. Simple, clean. His hair was brushed back this time, but still, some curls fell over his forehead no matter how many times he ran his fingers through it.

“Let’s go,” Darling said after checking she had everything she needed in her small handbag.

The two decided to take the underground rather than Jake’s cab because it was faster than being stuck in traffic in central London. It was a bit busy and lots of people looked like they were heading to clubs and pubs for the night, dressed in all sorts of manner. Marc was honestly just looking around and taking everything in, he had never witnessed London’s nightlife like this, maybe saw some things from rooftops while tracking someone, but that didn’t count.

He saw an alarming amount of young men dressed in techs, standing in hoards. And girls wearing matching bodycon dresses. The underground station was hot, extremely loud and stinky. Darling was standing next to him, complaining about the prices that TFL charged. How ridiculously expensive the tube and trains were, even with a student oyster. He just hoped he wouldn’t get a nasty headache by the end of the night.

They hopped on the tube when it came, screeching to a stop, people spilling out of it in crowds. When they got in, they sat across each other as more people sat around them. And if it couldn’t get any louder, a man walked in with a big speaker resting on his shoulder and a cracked iPhone gripped in his other hand. “Bassline Junkie” blasted loudly as he sang along, and soon enough, a group of rowdy teenagers, around Darling’s age, started singing along too. Darling started laughing and Marc watched as the man started approaching them, goading the sitting people to get up and start singing with him. Darling got up and shouted the lyrics at some girls as they sang together. They somehow managed to drag Darling away from her seat, holding each other and singing loudly, multiple phones recording the scene. When they reached their stop, Marc got up and pulled Darling by the hand out of the tube before they missed it.

“BYE!” She shouted over her shoulder, laughing and breathing hard.

Marc let go of her hand and watched her put her hands on her knees, panting and straightening, fixing her hair and looking at Marc with bright eyes, “I’ve never done that before.”

He smiled a little, “Good job.”

“To the club!” Darling pointed in the direction of the gates, pulling Marc by his arm.

When they left the station, Darling let out a shuddering breathing, suddenly feeling very cold in the polluted crisp air of London. Marc noticed and frowned, “Don’t get sick.”

“Wow, thank you, Marc.” Darling rolled her eyes and started walking down the street, Marc following her behind. She turned around, walking backwards, “By the way, I have your jacket so I won’t get sick.”

“I’m not giving you my jacket, dipshit.” Marc said and Darling rolled her eyes, “Yeah, whatever you say.”

They spent 30 minutes trying to figure out where the hell that club was, bickering while following the map on Darling’s phone. At some point, she ended up locking arms with Marc after a rando whistled after her when she walked by and had to physically stop Marc from turning around and bashing the man’s face in.

When they finally reached the club, Darling was so excited and Marc had a hand wrapped around the back of her neck, guiding her through the crowds of people to the bar so they could get a drink in their system first and take in the place. “You’re paying, by the way,” Darling said over the loud music, taking a sip of her cocktail, this drink will probably be her first and last. She didn’t plan on throwing up on the pavement, and she wants to be able to remember tonight.

“You’re the one taking me out, aren’t you supposed to be paying?” Marc asked, leaning in so she could hear him over the music. “I’m paying for kebabs later. 50/50, yeah?” She said and he hummed.

He looked around and noticed how a lot of people were dressed, it faintly reminded him of the early 2000s with twists to fit today’s fashion trends. He could tell that this was the look Darling was going for, then he finally allowed himself to actually hear the music and was surprised when Flo Rida was blasting from the speakers, the floor vibrating under the weight of the bass.

“Come on, let’s dance,” Darling said after she finished her drink and dragged him on the dance floor, drink still in hand. Rihanna was now playing and Marc was a little mortified because he doesn’t remember the last time he danced in a club. Darling gave him encouraging nods while she practised a Just Dance routine without missing a beat as Marc nodded to the music, finishing his drink and trying not to laugh at her and failing miserably.

At some point Darling got rid of his empty glass for him and ran back, almost crashing face-first on his chest if he didn’t catch her. “THAT’S MY SONG!” She shouted over the music and Marc immediately recognised the beat. It was that Usher song that even the aliens from outer space could recognise, the one and only: “Yeah!”. Marc was a little confused because he was sure as hell she wasn’t even born when it came out.

“I WAS BORN TO SERVE CUNT AND SLAY THE CLUB!” She shrieked and Marc knew she must be out of her mind because there’s no way one drink made her say shit like that. He was dragged to the centre of the dance floor and Darling started busting moves he never saw her do, and Marc had to admit, she was a good dancer. But he was a great dancer.

He ran a hand through his curly hair and watched her dance with fire in her eyes. Marc smirked. Alright , if this is how this is going to go, then so be it. He popped another button open from the top of the shirt and rolled his neck, getting his muscles loose, nodding to the beat. Darling watched him as she bounced with the beat and honest to God, Marc started krumping. Krumping in the club.

Darling’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets and she screamed in delight, hyping him up with her whole body, “I knew you could do it!” 

He was good. Really good.  

So good in fact that the people around them started to notice and the space between them got bigger, creating a clear space where they could see Marc and Darling better. Darling didn’t even notice, her eyes glued to Marc who was absolutely destroying the dance floor. She didn’t even notice the phones pulled out to record the scene. And when it looked like Darling was starting to lose against Marc, a random girl squeezed herself through the crowd, handing Darling her drink and started dancing battling Marc. Darling was losing her mind, laughing and having the time of her life. The crowd hyped both the girl and Marc.

Marc was smiling the whole time, his curls moving this and that way, now falling over his eyes, sticking to his forehead. His face was warm and his necklace kept constantly swinging as he ate up every single person who decided to battle him. In between songs, he kept being offered drinks while Darling kept complimenting his skills. She was proud to get him out of his shell and was genuinely so grateful that everything went as planned. But most importantly, she was proud of him.

Hours later, by the time they left the club, the two were walking down the streets, singing together to a Britney Spears song, arms linked and still warm and sweaty. Darling had Marc’s (Well, it was actually Jake’s) leather jacket draped over her shoulders, keeping her shielded from the cold wind. Meanwhile, Marc may as well unbutton his shirt all the way down and take it off because it was sticking to him and a huge, very generous chunk of his chest could be seen, still shining with drying sweat. His hair was a little crazy because no matter what he tried to do, it refused to stay still and he didn’t have anything to hold it with. But that’s alright, he looked very pretty and he had a great time to care about his hair at the moment.

The two made their way to the first kebab place they saw. “What do you want?” She asked, looking at the old and worn menu above the counter, on the wall. “A number 2.” 

“Bossman, let me get two number 2s and two Coke Zero’s.” Darling said and the man nodded, “£22.98, please.” Darling reached for her purse. “I got it,” Marc said, digging in his pocket for notes before she had the chance to protest.

“I was going to pay.” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes, feeling tired.

“You can pay next time.” He said, patting her head.

“You always say that and you never let me.” She complained, leaning her weight against him, cheek squished against his warm arm. “Yeah, yeah.” Marc checked his phone for any notifications and scrolled a bit while waiting for their food to be done. When they got their food, they left the joint because there were literally no seats in there, you just collect your food and leave. Marc held the plastic bag in one hand and wrapped the other around Darling’s shoulder just in case she tripped, she didn’t drink much but she exhausted herself to the bone, and he didn’t want to end up in the ER looking after her.

“Do you want to eat in the tube?” He asked.

“No, I’ll get sick. Aren’t there any chairs anywhere?” She asked.

Marc hummed and looked around, spotting a park? A garden? It was really small and fenced, and in the middle, there was a big statue of a man Marc couldn’t recognise. He walked closer and saw that there was an empty bench inside. Perfect.

They got settled down, Marc unwrapped their food and Darling complained about the cold bench against her thighs. “Sit on the jacket.” He said, opening his Coke and taking a sip.

“But then my back will touch the bench.” She complained and Marc rolled his eyes.

“Just eat your food.” He said and they dug in.

They didn’t speak for a long time, both looking up at the dark sky. There were no stars to be seen due to the city lights, but they could see the moon and the clouds. It was as peaceful as London could get. When they were done, they collected the trash in the plastic bag but didn’t move, still sitting on the bench, looking at the moon together. “Uhm-” Marc spoke and Darling turned to look at him. As soon as she met his eyes, he snapped his mouth shut.

Darling didn’t say anything, just looked at him with an open expression, eyes heavy-lidded due to sleepiness. Marc licked his lower lip and parted his lips to speak but nothing came out. So instead, he opted for squeezing one of her knees in his warm hand, trying to make her understand what he was trying to say with his eyes.

He wanted to say thank you. He wanted to say that he appreciated her taking him out with her. He appreciated her patience and kindness. He appreciated how she never judged him for being himself. How she was brave and strong and didn’t get scared easily. 

And Darling understood.

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It was around 12 in the afternoon the next day when Darling got a text message from one of her uni friends. She frowned in confusion, she usually never received any messages from them during the weekends. She put her spoon in her cereal bowl as she chewed, and paused the YouTube video she was watching on her laptop.

Darling opened the message. It was two messages actually, one of them read, “Is this you?” And the other was a link. 

She suddenly felt scared as her finger hovered over the link, she was sure she had a good digital footprint. I mean, she had profiles where family and friends followed, and she also had separate accounts online where she caused havoc without revealing her identity. And she was sure there was no way anyone she knew in real life could find her accounts and link them to her. She was careful.

Darling opened the link and instead of loading in a browser tab, it opened the TikTok app. Now, what the hell is this?

At first, she didn’t know what she was looking at, but her brain caught on and she felt like screaming. It was a video of the day before, from the club. There she was dancing battling Marc in the middle of the circle. Her jaw was on the floor, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Then she looked at the likes and screamed because why did it have 2M likes?

Her finger pressed the comment section before she could think and was flooded with comments like “This is what I mean when I say I want to go to the club”, “Okay but why did he eat?”, “Where is this??”, “Get this man in a Step Up movie NOW”, “Goo Goo Ga Ga”.

Darling leapt off the bed laughing and scrambled out of her flat, phone in hand. She didn’t even bother to wear slippers and instead ran over next door, Steven’s door, knocking quickly. When the door didn’t open in a millisecond, she turned the doorknob and walked inside without bothering to shut the door properly behind her, “Marc, you have to see this!”

Marc was in bed, shirtless and wearing a pair of loose PJ bottoms, wearing his reading glasses as he read his book. Well, he wasn’t reading it now . He was looking at Darling with an annoyed expression. She ignored it and ran to him, but not without throwing a quick “Hi, Gus” to the tank. She dived knees first on his bed and he sighed, slamming his book shut and placing it on the bedside table.

“What do you want?” 

“Look!” She held her phone in front of his face and he tried to comprehend what he was looking at. Darling saw the moment he realised what it was, he grabbed the phone with both hands, a look of horror plastered on his face. “All of London saw the video. You’re viral, Marc.”

“Delete it.” He said without ripping his eyes from the screen.

“What?” Darling frowned.

“Delete it. Right now.” He repeated.

“It’s not my video. I can’t delete it.” Darling said and Marc dropped the phone in his lap, gathering his head in his hands, groaning. He truly had fun, but he didn’t know how he felt about all of London seeing this video.

Darling picked up her phone again, “I’m going to send it to DuChamp, he’s going to love it.” 

Marc screamed and ripped the phone away from her hands, scaring her. She got scared not because he had taken her phone but because she never heard the man scream before. “Give it back!” She said, trying to grab her phone but Marc didn’t let her. It was a struggle because not only Marc was stronger, way stronger, but he wasn’t wearing a t-shirt so she didn’t have any grip on him, except his shoulders and hair. But she knew if she even thought about pulling his hair he’d throw her out of the window. “I’m going to report the video so it can be taken down.” He said and Darling gasped, “You don’t even know how to do that! You never used TikTok in your life, boomer!” 

“Watch me,” Marc said through gritted teeth as Darling struggled against him, then she somehow managed to wrap her arms around his free arm and threw herself down on the bed, back first and swung her legs up to wrap them around his head, choking him. Marc let out a surprised shout, his eyes sent 500 million invisible daggers to Darling. He threw the phone down on the floor, out of her reach and lifted her off the bed, her legs still wrapped around his neck and she screamed when he flipped them around and slammed her down on the bed, head first, WWE style. 

The two kept wrestling and clawing at each other until Darling ended up in a headlock, Marc squishing her body on the bed with his whole weight, “Help!” She wheezed, clawing at him, trying to get away from him. “Quit it.” He hissed as she tried to kick him with the heel of her foot on his ass.

A cough startled the two out of their fight, both of them looked up and Marc froze.

“What are you…doing?” Layla asked, looking at Marc, then back down at Darling. She had her phone in her hand, and a big Tesco shopping bag in the other. God bless her heart, she brought her disaster of not-technically-divorced husband groceries.

“Oooh, is that the bad bitch you fumbled-”

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this work is part of the "I'm friends with the moon" series. You can read it as a stand-alone or delve deeper into this AU.

[tobyislame]

some ticci toby headcanons

consider this a headcanon salad cus these were all randomly thrown together as they came to me

- fragile masculinity up to the NINES with this one

- totally an ice eater what a sicko

- he's double jointed in so many places. also freakishly flexible. likes to freak people out by popping his joints in and out of place lmao

- has the crackiest bones ever. you think you hear sticks breaking in the woods its just toby's crack ass ankles

- weed partaker but stays the freak away from the bottle cus yk he doesn't want to find out if that "like father like son" stuff is true

- plays guitar and makes up shitty 1 minute sad guy with a guitar songs. fingerstyle typa guy

- plays ONLY FOR HIMSELF and gets embarrassed but tries to act like he's not if someone walks in on him. like he'll just hastily stop n scramble to put away his guitar n act all cool like he totally wasn't playing guitar just now and go "whaddyouwant"

- definitely sneaks into concerts and shows. it's easy for him to blend in there. gets suuuper fucking beat up in the pit cus yk he doesn't realize how battered up he's getting in the moment until he gets a glimpse of himself and is like oh hell my lip's busted and my nose is in a different place than it was before

- think he'd have an owen wilson nose on account of how much he's broken it

- also one of his canines is missing

- just a SUUUPER accident prone guy. has no sense of self preservation. like ZERO (cus he was never really taught how to manage his cipa) (well he was yk before The Incident but he doesn't remember much of it)

- has sun spots cus he's outside all day all the time. also tonsss of freckles and moles

- burns his playlists onto cds

- he'd like every music genre but in particular i think he'd listen to late 90s/early 2000s teenage boy music. also 80s music. specifically new wave stuff

- knows a lil bit of asl for his verbal shutdowns

- also i hc him as audhd

- along with his stutter (which i don't consider to be related to his tourettes) he also just has a speech impediment. like sometimes his r's or l's come out as w's and he has trouble pronouncing certain sounds or words and just says them wrong and people correct him consistently he just doesn't really listen or care to correct himself

- not too good at spelling or any of that grammar stuff

- i really want to stress that he's NOT stupid. he hate hate hates how people patronize him and make him out to be some sort of incapable dunce. it makes him feel small and he hates feeling small. he's smart, he's just not good at communicating it. no matter what he tries his words just come out wrong. "i'm lots smarter in my head" is what he'd probably say

- always has a fidget spinner/cube on him

- he kinda just vomits when he gets overwhelmed. like when he has to ride in a car he leans his head out the window like a dog the whole way, partly just cus he likes it and it's fun to play airplane with his hand in the wind but also cus he could spew his guts at any moment

- collects spider-man comics and cool rocks. also unironically looks up to spider-man cus he always gets back up despite all the shit he gets put through. he feels like he could learn from that. he thinks it makes him seem like a kid though which is something he really wants to prove that he's not so he keeps it to himself

- super gross oh my god he's so gross. like doesn't wash his body in the shower cus "the water will get it" picks his nose and eats it kind of gross. will also get all obnoxious and in your face about it if you rightfully tell him he's a sick fuck for that

- honestly that'd be his response every time someone criticizes him

- like you could be like "you fuckin reek" n he'd be like "oh yea?" and grapple you into a headlock with his armpit shoved in your face

- his speech pattern is a little funky. like his sentences just come out like they were sorta haphazardly put together. he doesn't make much sense a lot of the time

- i wanna say he's endearingly dorky but he's just fucking weird. like he probably flirts in a napoleon dynamite-esque fashion. he has a vague idea of what flirting is he just doesn't quite got it but hey he's got the spirit

- he really just has a vague idea of what conversation is in general. he just doesn't have that good of a grasp on how people talk to each other. he feels a major glaring disconnect between himself and every other human in the world and it just makes him feel even smaller

- a lost fucking puppy when it comes to talking to women. just completely and utterly helpless. he stutters a lot more he trips over his words a lot more which just makes him red it's brutal to watch

- my voiceclaim for him is whoever voices bumblebee before he loses his voice box in the michael bay transformers movies (just looked it up it's stiles fucking stilinski)

- his voice cracks all the time ESPECIALLY when he raises his voice. he gets red and embarrassed every time it does and he really badly tries to hide it which just makes it even funnier to everyone else poor guy

- wants so badly to be perceived as a big intimidating muscle man but he just isn't no matter how hard he tries

[frenchfry99]

Adding up Sunny to the spikey pile of my ocs ☀🪓

Another goober for @evillillad 's metal au >:3c

The typical rebel kid character that rejects any kind of authority and likes to do silly shenanigans and pranks (violence) for fun. Despite the mischief they can cause, Sunny is rather shy in person.

Their music preference is a blend of mostly punk rock,grunge, nu metal and hip hop genres and it's pretty inconsistent as they enjoy giving a listen to new things frequently

The type of guy that dresses like emo Adam Sandler on daily basis but gives the best fashion advice if you ask her. Enjoys art in any shape and form, loves to craft things himself (sewing preferably) and if you happen to become their friend you'll most likely regularly receive some funky handmade stuff from her :3

Speaking of friends I don't think they'd have much or any at all, like what life did you expect after running away from home Sunny smhhhh.

But Sunny has his cats and he's happy about it!! Lives by herself with at least a couple of them

Few doodles + not colored ver cuz it looks nicer to me

[sepulchralsmile]

while the others talk, we were listening to lovers rock

or: Steve and Billy listen to records in Steve's room.

Billy doesn’t really know how he got here.

Well, objectively he knows. Steve Harrington’s abysmal English grade is the starting point. Cornered after school by Ms. Hofeditz and a reluctant Harrington trailing close behind with a sour look on his face. 

He almost didn’t believe it when she asked, and was fully expecting Harrington to protest, maybe put up some sort of a fight. Instead, he was struck dumb when Harrington just stayed silent, watching him from behind Hofeditz’s back with a kind of desperation in his eyes Billy had never seen on him before. So he said yes; if anything, it was to get that pathetic look off Harrington’s pretty face.

If he was willing to get over it, Billy would too; even if he did still think it was weird Harrington was in a shack in the middle of the woods with a bunch of middle schoolers.

From there they’ve slowly progressed past tension-filled tutoring sessions to less tense cigarette breaks. Those somehow evolved into late car rides to the quarry, a six pack shared between them. And now… they’re here. At Steve Harrington’s house. In Steve Harrington’s bedroom. Listening to records.

He couldn't even tell you what record it was, honestly; it could be an hour of white noise and whale noises and he wouldn’t even care. Because the line of Steve’s thigh is pressed against his own, warm and solid.

The idea had been Steve’s, weirdly enough. Like he waited until Billy was completely blitzed and greened out before making his move, shaking Billy’s shoulder until he rolled his head on his neck to look over, eyes squinty  and red from the smoke.

“You want to… listen to music?” He’d repeated back dumbly, staring at Steve and blinking like he was suddenly gonna disappear.

“Yeah,” Steve’d responded patiently, his own eyes staring back unblinking.

“So… should I go?” He asked then, caught off guard by the sudden change in conversation. He didn’t wanna go, far from it actually, but the pointed way Steve said I wanna listen to music had him thinking it was maybe his time to go.

Steve had rolled his eyes, said an exasperated oh my god, and clasped a hand around Billy’s wrist like he was keeping him planted there, and Billy was thankful for the way they both ignored the way he jolted at the touch.

When Steve tugged him up the stairs, still clutching his wrist, he thought he’d finally lost it. And he was pretty ready to embrace the sweet clutch of insanity. 

But now he could see that this was the true test of his mental capacity: sitting side by side with Steve Harrington on his plush, king bed while music plays on in the background.

They left the joint downstairs, although Billy would kill to have something to do with his hands right now. Or just something to do in general, so he wouldn’t look so out of sorts. As it is, his hands are sitting loose in his lap, sweaty and clammy. A couple fingers keep twitching restlessly, and he tries not to stare at them too hard as he feels Steve shift next to him on the edge of the bed.

“Whaddya think?” Steve breathes near his ear, close enough that he can smell the Schlitz from earlier. His heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of his chest. “D’you like it?”

Billy strains to hear, tries to listen past the roar of blood in his ears. It’s something with a deep guitar, offbeat bass, kind of funky. Not really his thing, by the sounds of it. But listening to it in Steve’s room, just separated by a hair’s breadth— well, he could get into it.

“It’s good,” he says, internally cringing as his voice cracks. He’s trying to keep a cool head, but it’s difficult when his mouth feels like it’s full of cotton and his cheeks feel too hot. The click in his throat from a dry swallow seems to echo in the room.

Steve gives him a slanted smile, like he knows Billy’s full of shit and can see right through him. The worst thing is, Billy’s being so obvious he probably can. But his eyes are warm when he tracks them down Billy’s face. “Cool. I’m glad you like it.”

Billy feels the absurd urge to cover his face, even though that would be fucking weird, and Steve would probably laugh at him. He’s never felt this unmoored, this out of sorts— but then again, he’s never gotten this close to someone he’s actually liked like this before. Not the overbearing girls from school or the moms who stare too long in the grocery store; someone he’s actually interested in.

And embarrassingly, it’s like Steve knows this, because he just keeps giving this easy smile. Eyes crinkling a little at the corners. Scoots impossibly closer. Billy resists the urge to fidget. Why’s he so goddamn close? He doesn’t even wanna know what he looks like right now; how obvious he’s being.

But Harrington apparently doesn’t notice that, because as the seconds pass he just wiggles closer and closer until they’re pressed all along their sides. Until it’s the only thing he’s aware of; how firm and unyielding Steve is next to him. Unmistakable that he’s there, taking up space. There’s no way he doesn’t know that he’s practically snug against Billy. Right?

Billy keeps his eyes forward, staring ahead at the record player across the room like it’s gonna coach him on how to get out of here without the world’s most obvious boner. Get ahold of yourself, you freak, is the running though in his head, screaming from the deep recesses of his brain, act fucking normal.

“You’re so tense,” Steve breathes again, even closer and warm in his ear. Billy can’t help but shiver. “Oh, are you cold? Here,” and then he winds an arm around Billy, wrapping around the other side to rub his forearm up and down.

Uh.

He’s going crazy, right? Because no fucking way Steve Harrington is doing this. Putting moves on him. 

Because that’s exactly how this feels; he’s pretty sure if they were in a movie theater right now Steve would have his arm around his shoulders, staring ahead like Billy’s brain isn’t melting between his ears. He’s not even getting warmer, or more relaxed, just holding himself stock still as Steve thumbs through the hairs on his arm. Billy shivers again.

There’s a part of him that knows he can’t just sit like this, jaw clamped shut and eye trained forward. So, like a dumbass, he just clears his throat and says, “Thanks.”

“Sure,” Steve replies, like it’s just that easy. As simple as warming up a buddy who’s cold, that’s all. He’s probably reading too much into this. He’s definitely reading too much into this. Straight guys probably sit this close all the time and don’t spontaneously combust on the spot. All he’s gotta do is take a deep breath and—

“I never knew your hair was this curly, at the root,” Steve tugs on a lock of hair above his ear before tucking it away, smoothing down the curl closest. “It’s really cute.”

His throat goes dry. What. The fuck.

“Thanks,” he says again, more of a croak this time, like a total dipshit. Has to take in a deep breath and does the thing he’s been afraid to do this whole time: meet Steve’s eyes.

He searches them desperately, not really sure what he’s looking for. Rejection, maybe. Or disgust. Something he knows and recognizes and understands. There’s a flutter in his chest that feels a lot like hope and longing and maybe? that feels too dangerous to encourage.

What he gets is a pair of warm brown eyes, sparkling from the light of the lamp on the nightstand. They’re bright. Open. Nothing like he’s expected. Steve Harrington is sitting next to him, with an arm almost wrapped across his chest. And Steve is looking at him like… like everything out of a cheesy romance movie, all the way down to the way he’s nervously staring at Billy’s lips.

And— okay. He’s definitely not imagining it. There’s no way even his mind could come up with the sight of Steve’s eyes, flicking down and up and down and up in a tantalizing trance.

Steve shifts next to him. Billy holds his breath.

“Hey,” Steve begins, tentative, voice still hushed, “I’m not— I’m not reading this wrong, right?”

Billy’s mouth is so dry. He swallows with another loud click and stays exactly where he is. Afraid that if he moves even an inch, everything will snap back to normal. 

He’s desperate to hold onto this moment. To stay suspended in time, exactly as they are. But there’s a small part of himself that’s saying it’s not real, it’s a trick, it’s something.

So he doesn’t know what to say. Instead, he shakes his head, and hopes to god that Steve knows what he means. That it’s enough.

It is. Somehow. Steve’s face breaks into a soft grin, smoothing the furrowed line between his brows. He glances down at Billy’s lips one more time— fuck, he feels like he’s gonna die— before they flick back to his eyes. “I’m gonna kiss you now, is that okay?”

And god. It is. It really fucking is. His heart actually stops in his chest, but not before he’s able to somehow mumble out an, “Okay.”

He sounds like an idiot. He’s acting like one, for sure, with all his blushing and stuttering. Like one of the handfuls of girls who probably lost their virginity in this room, on this bed. But he gets it now. Because having Steve Harrington in front of you, saying he’s about to kiss you— yeah, he gets it now.

Steve waits just one second more— giving Billy an out he hasn’t needed since his first day here— before he closes the gap between them, lips brushing gingerly over Billy’s.

It’s tentative, to start. Instead of going straight for his mouth, Steve kisses both corners of his lips, sending him into a further tizzy that has him sucking in a desperate gasp for air, one that Steve meets with his own open mouth. He keeps it slow, though, gently sucking and licking at Billy’s lips while a hand winds up into his hair, thumb brushing over the curl he’d tucked back earlier. 

Billy practically melts against him, embarrassingly, but Steve takes it in stride, sucking on his lower and then upper lip in a way that has Billy canting forward unconsciously, seeking out more more more. His mouth opens up, finally letting Steve in, and then the hand in his hair tightens a little and before he can stop it, a small noise escapes him. He barely has a second to feel humiliated about it before Steve groans, and then tightens the hand even more, and Billy’s pretty sure he’s going to dissolve right then and there.

They break apart. Maybe it’s been seconds, minutes, hours. Billy can’t tell. because Steve is watching him with wide eyes, and a red mouth, and he’s breathing just as heavily as he is. So this time, he decides to take charge; giddy anticipation making him surge forward for an open-mouthed kiss that Steve immediately reciprocates.

The first kiss was slow. Sweet. A little wary and nervous but excited. The second kiss has him licking deep and covering Steve’s mouth with his own, letting out an actual moan when Steve responds just as fervently; sucking his tongue and panting into his mouth when Billy grips his shirt tight and pulls him closer. The hand not holding his hair scrabbles across his chest before twisting into his shirt, bunching up the material and practically dragging Billy closer.

Before he knows what he’s doing, he goes with the movement— pushing and pushing and meeting Steve until he’s practically bending him back. All while Steve gives it back to him in double, licking deep like he was trying to memorize all the crevices of Billy’s mouth. Nibbling on his lips, sucking kisses that stick on his lips and teeth and have him losing his fucking mind resisting the urge to devour Steve then and there.

Steve gives a tug, another tug, and then the biggest tug when he finally gets Billy over him; laying flat on his back on the bed while Billy covers his chest and practically straddles his hips. His hands move from his hair and shirt straight to his ass, and the firm squeeze has Billy making a high noise in his throat he’s pretty sure he’s never heard before.

They break apart again, but only for a second. Only to stare at each other, panting into each other’s mouths, before Steve surges up and sucks his bottom lips into his mouth, swallowing down Billy’s answering groan. 

He rolls his hips down, instinctively, and they both have to break apart again to moan in tandem. After that, Steve’s hands get firmer, tighter, until he’s dragging Billy down and they’re writhing together, their breaths sound loud in the room, along with the rough slide of denim on denim and the clinking of their zippers when they occasionally rub together. It’s fucking intoxicating, and it only makes him feel crazier, licking deep into Steve’s mouth and tightening his hands where they’re clenched on the duvet, digging into the fabric.

Steve murmurs, “Can I?” as he slips one of his hands from the back to the front, palming right over his dick as Billy gasps and breaks the kiss, rasping out a gravelly, “Yes,” that has Steve giving a breathy chuckle before sucking on one of the corners of Billy’s lips again, gently popping the button and pulling the zipper. Billy tilts his head to capture his lips again.

He’s just got his hand in Billy’s boxers when— pop!

They fly apart at the loud sound, Billy’s heart practically stopping in his chest as his mind immediately whirls with all sorts of thoughts of danger until— the telltale sound of the record skipping immediately follows after, along with the rhythmic noise of the needle  going click, click, click…

Billy meets Steve’s eyes, which are just as wide as his. A second passes, and then they’re breaking into hysterical giggles, the sheer relief at not being caught making them both a little punch-drunk.

“Fuckin’ old-ass record,” Steve gripes, but with a smile on his face. His hands are back on the sides of Billy’s hips now, but he’s still gripping him close. “Knew I should’ve dusted it off before I took it out.”

Billy grins back at him. It’s kind of impossible not to, especially when it feels like his heart is about to burst with— everything indescribable. “It’s gonna get ruined if you let it keep skipping.”

“I don’t care,” Steve says immediately, tugging him down for a quick, soft, close-mouthed kiss that has Billy reeling, “only put it on for this, anyway.”

The confession makes Billy’s grin go stupid. His cheeks feel like they're gonna burst with how big he’s smiling. “Oh yeah? Trying to put the moves on me, huh?”

Steve quirks an eyebrow. “It worked, didn’t it?” and before Billy can respond, he tugs him down to whisper against his mouth, “Don’t flip it over, I don't give a fuck about the music. Just kiss me.”

Billy leans forward, gripping the sheets tight, and this time when he sighs against Steve’s mouth he does it with a soft smile.

~~~

thank you to @thediktatortot for preceding!!

i hope you guys liked this! this was super fun to write, alothough it was so difficult choosing which wip to go with lol. enjoy some soft and sweet harringrove <3 following me will be the lovely @chrisbitchtree !!

happy harringrove relay race :)

[verdemoun]

for once I’m not asking for angst 🤞 what kind of music would the modern au characters like? Like genres and bands :)

completely biased because i listen exclusively to musicals and late 00s teenage angst black parade is forever BUT

arthur: country music. including white girl country-pop music. can be caught doing little shuffle steps as he discreetly tries to dance along to a song stuck in his head while mumbling the lyrics under his breath. has main character moments smoking outside at night listening to need you now by lady a.

lenny: really into remixes. likes the extra pep it puts in his step, will accidentally walk to the beat and look like a dork. surprising amount of rock. but anything that's super lyrical, songs that tell a story, he will add to his playlist. duets what you own from rent with sean on karaoke nights.

sean: could not name a single band or genre he listens to because it's just anything with a high enough bpm to make his brain buzz. honorable mention to the cranberries and flogging molly but will do a fully choreographed routine to jailhouse rock without a single drink in his system.

hosea+bessie: any old timey easy listening ballads, occasional swing. hosea can't sing to save his life bless him but will still sing the really cheesy romantic lines to bessie as they slow dance in the living room after a few glasses of wine they're so in love please. anything that would be a first dance song at a wedding they have in their playlist

dutch: opera and orchestra forever. exact same music he listened to at camp will go on about kids these days and the hippity hop they dare call music. it takes him exactly 3 seconds after being introduced to cds and digital downloads to become a vinyl purist even complains about record players over gramophone.

annabelle+susan: annabelle is probably the most adapted to modern era she will listen to anything radio popular and susan is the same way inclined thanks to her job at at the local pub. but they both particularly enjoy bonnie tyler, kate bush and a sneaky bit of abba. think mamma mia is a cinematic masterpiece.

molly: mitski. boygenius. phoebe bridgers. aurora. any indie female lead who sings about broken hearts/betrayal/angry break up songs. listens to a suspicious amount of queer artists too.

kieran: the definition of 'i'll just be here listening to my tunes' only for the speakers to immediately cut to screamo. occasionally they can hear the bass through his headphones and gently remind him to turn it down to protect his hearing. despite this he will always get the mlp theme song stuck in arthur's head at the worst times.

javier: disgusted that disco was dead by the time he timewarped. just wants to boogie to that 70s funky beats. definitely has a playlist dedicated to john marston that is just any song with a reference to wolves. thinks he's hilarious. is the reason john can identity hungry like the wolf within two seconds of it starting (he walks out) (javier learned it on guitar. and both in english and spanish)

jack+isaac: mcr, panic, fallout boy. they will forever be on that angsty teenage bullshit. isaac may have designed them fabulous killjoy ocs and jack proceeded to write a 100k word self-insert fanfic about them. and they have matching mcr lyric tattoos. and mutually agree the kids from yesterday was actually written about them. play that g note and they both collapse with sorrow.

[milkbath69]

I hope this doesn't sound rude, but I was dying of laughter for a good while when you said that you were spooked by the opening of my previous ask. To be fair, I would be too. It's pretty agressive. I just wanted to throw you for a loop, My bad.

This is off topic, but I wanted to talk about Bully. Do you like Jimmy? I like him. I enjoy his snark and determination. Do you have a favourite character? A favourite clique? Mine would be the preps. They're aggravating as hell but I like their bitchiness. I especially ship Jimmy with Gord. I like the dynamic of a prissy bitch preppy boy with a snarky punk guy (I always dressed Jimmy as punk/goth) who challenges Gord's prejudices and upbringing. Besides, all the other girls in the game are boring as shit. With the exception of Zoe. She's cool.

And do you like the story? Would you change the ending? Or do you wish they explored something a bit more? It's been so long since I've played... but I wouldn't mind more side missions. Just more character interaction!

I'm actually super shocked that you like George Michael/Wham!. I literally gasped. I've noticed that the majority of tlb fandom tends to dislike pop from the 80s (or maybe just in general, idk) and tend to favour rock music. (I like rock too...I'm just more versatile with my music, I guess) I was expecting you to say that you didn't like them. But that's such a nice surprise. My all-time favourite song by George? Probably Fastlove, Pt 1. It... I just...I love how it's funky and fresh and energetic. But despite it's upbeat sound, a sad story is hidden in the lyrics. It talks about missing his dead boyfriend and pursuing intimacy with other men, hidden in the dark of the night. He slips a male pronoun in song, and you can just tell he was screaming, suffering by being in the closet, and suffocated by heteronormative expectations of society. Opps... accidentally made this too heavy. But at the moment I really like "A Ray of Sunshine" by Wham! It's about George being too scared to sleep with a guy, so they just end up cuddling through the night. Most of the lyrics are pretty unassuming but I really like when he says "I can't stop this rythum in my heart". I just interpret as him saying he can't help his attraction towards the guy, or men in general. I just find George very comforting... A safe space.

That's pretty wild that you listen to music from the 1910s. How do you even get exposed to something that old? The oldest music I listen to is Sinatra, and that's only a few songs. And I like Gorillaz too! Murdoc is my fave!

And Is Malice Mizer a Japanese artist? The name of an album? Because I tried looking them up on apple music and all it pulled up was an album...

As for Nsync... I just randomly found a song of their's on YouTube that I liked and I binged their entire discography. I have a soft spot for music from the Noughties. It reminds me of being a kid. Some favourites from the decade are Lady (Hear me Tonight) and Groovejet (If This Ain't Love).

So this was long as fuck. I mean't to say in previous ask, it's so sweet that you like my asks. But are you sure it's alright? I'm sure I'm flooding your inbox...

it doesnt sound rude at all lmao i did think it was funny after reading the actual message but the notification out of context scared the helll out of me

I LOVE JIMMY hes so funny hes like top 5 game protags for me fs. my favorite bully character would probably have to be gary.. hes just such an asshole and hes so funny especially early game before he like betrays jimmy. my favorite clique would probably have to be the greasers. the other cliques just kind of really annoyed me. i dont really ship jimmy with anyone but i dont really have any objections to jimmy x gord. tbh... i kind of hated zoe.. she was just so nothing. i dont really get the appeal. for me at least she was extremely 2 dimensional and her and jimmys "romance" happened way too quickly (due to her introduction being in the last chapter of the game) and if she were introduced sooner and had more time to develop i might like her but she is just kind of there?? yk

how can people not like wham/george michael??? its such fun music. ive never heard "fastlove pt.1" ill have to give it a listen! i think i might of heard "a ray of sunshine" before but tbh theres so many songs w sun/sunshine in their title i might be mixing it up w something else

uh to be honest i don't really know how i got exposed to music that old bur i remember when i was still in middle and high school instead of paying attention i would sometimes watch silent films. i think as i started to listen to music from the 60s or so i just started to go earlier and earlier through the decades until eventually i hit 1910s and there isnt much recorded music before that that isnt classical.

oh Malice Mizer is a japanese band! im not surprised much didnt appear when you searched on apple music due to copyright issues their music isnt on like any streaming services besides YouTube. i got into them because i saw a video of a hello kitty cd player playing their song "gekka no yasoukyoku" on tiktok two years ago. i own like 5 cds of theirs which is actually pretty expensive because it all has to be imported from japan. if you listen to them and you dont like it i wont take offense its not for everyone :p

wow i have never heard of those nsync songs ever. im not that into boybands either.. the only two songs of theirs i have EVER heard is "Bye Bye Bye" and that one song that was in trolls 3 idk it was all over my tiktok fyp though.

ofc its alright!! i love your asks!! if i didnt i just wouldnt answer them. and your asks arent flooding my inbox at all dw :3

heres how i dressed up jimmy in my playthough of the game. kept getting insults thrown left and right but they just dont see the vision....

[aettuddae]

funky — chapter 65.

➵ synopsis: aeri takes her members to a music festival to introduce them to her newly made friend, jeon minki, the front person of a popular rock band in south korea. after seeing minki, karina, aespa's leader, becomes completely starstruck with the rockstar, and decides to find a way to make them fall in love with her, even though minki is the most clueless person in the universe.

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minki was walking around the party, lost, trying to find their friends, at least one that wasn't drunk.

after running into a couple of acquaintances, but none with whom they had enough of a relationship to stay and chat, they decided to go outside to get some air and try to contact their friends in a less chaotic environment.

but before they picked up their phone, they noticed rosé leaning against a wall with her eyes closed, possibly because she was tired.

"hey, you." greeted jeon as they got close enough to their friend for her to hear.

"hey, you." she repeated, reaching out her hands towards them to pull them close and encircle them in a short hug.

"how are you?" the newcomer asked as they leaned their weight against the concrete, as did rosé.

"tired." she said simply, a small pout forming on her lips, which made minki laugh tenderly at the sight. "i haven't been sleeping well." she added.

"why, bae?" they reached out their arm and arranged the girl's hair, tucking a lock behind her ear.

rosé watched them silently for a moment, giving them permission to perform that action and ruffle perhaps a little more her feelings. she watched them as if she wanted them to realize that the reason she hadn't been sleeping was them.

after that kiss in the studio, everything between rosé and minki had continued normally, at least for the latter.

rosé couldn't figure out what was wrong with her about her best friend. if she really loved them or if she was just confused because that kiss had altered her deep romantic sensibilities. she tried to calm her brain to think coldly about whether she really liked minki or was just thrilled at the idea of having that kind of contact with someone, but whenever she was close to the answer, they would do something like this, an action so subtle, but so tender and charged with appreciation, that her emotions would become a mess again.

the worst part was that she was perfectly aware that she wasn't the one they wanted and how much they regretted that moment that had turned her completely around. after all, they are best friends, minki would tell her everything.

"i have a lot on my mind," she simply said.

to her bad luck, no one knows her as well as minki does.

"rosie," they called her. "do i have anything to do with that restlessness?" they folded their arms and furrowed their eyebrows as if in thought.

"no."

"rosie."

"yes." she admitted without further thought. "just..." she thought about whether she should tell the truth, but didn't dare give minki the burden to carry off her own feelings. "sometimes i feel like it's my fault you're this sad." she lied.

"are you sure?" the darker-haired one looked wary.

rosé just nodded.

"it's no one's fault but mine." her friend affirmed. "you would never cause me any kind of sadness."

minki propelled themselves slightly off the wall to straighten up and take a few steps towards their friend, opened their arms inviting her into a hug, to which she took her place in the other's embrace and wrapped around their waist tightly.

"sorry for making you part of all this." expressed the vocalist in the blonde's ear.

"it's okay, bae, you don't have to apologize to me for anything."

"if there's one thing i'd never forgive myself for if i lost it, it's you, rosie." they leaned closer to her, holding her even tighter. "your friendship is the most precious thing to me and i put it at risk." they continued. "i don't want to do that again." their friend's hand moved along their back, trying to soothe them. "so if i created any discomfort for you, please, let's talk about it and work it out."

"it's all right, baby." the girl assured in a calm tone. "you have other things to worry about, okay? i'll be fine." she stated, and lifted her head a little to rest it on their shoulder.

"oh."

roseanne's surprised exclamation was heard, and then she stepped away from her band mate as her gaze was fixed on something behind them. minki turned to see what had agitated the girl.

and yes, jimin was standing there watching them with a frown on her face and her arms crossed.

since the older one had seen her, she just turned around, walked back into the party and started going away.

"would you hate me if...?" began minki toward rosé.

"go, go." nodded the girl, who had no more energy to get upset about this situation, moving her hand waving her friend away.

minki took off running down the same path karina had taken, quickly catching up to her.

"jimin, jimin!" they called, troubled. "jimin." they repeated more calmly, as they managed to capture the blackhaired's hand, and with a delicate tug made her turn towards them.

"why is it that every time i walk onto you since i came back from the states, you are glued to rosé?" questioned jimin abruptly as they stood face to face, but got no answer. "then you say you two have nothing." she let out a bitter laugh and tried to leave again.

"wait." minki quickly blocked the way. "i swear we have nothing. she's just my best friend and she was feeling bad. we were having a deep conversation and i hugged her, nothing else." they explained, speaking very fast, trying to catch the breath they used while running.

"and the kiss, minki? that was also a result of a deep talk and your beautiful friendship?" she sarcastically refuted.

"that kiss wasn't the result of any romantic feelings, jimin! i felt horrible because i thought you played with me!" they were both shouting, trying to hear each other over the loud music.

"so you went and did the same thing you thought i did?" she exclaimed in frustration.

"i thought you had already chosen jaemin anyway!" they confessed.

"jaemin is gay, for god's sake!" she blurted out tiredly. "he even left with his boyfriend of 4 years just now." she added angrily.

"oh." minki's posture changed and they just stood there analyzing the situation, looking like a whole loser.

and jimin was mad at herself for wanting to kiss them so badly.

"bye." the girl pulled away beyond her desires.

"but i swear, rosé and i are just friends!" they repeated before jimin was so far away that she can't hear.

"sure, minki, just as besties as somi and aeri." she replied wryly.

"where have you ever seen a manager forget that they have to go pick up their artists?" yizhuo was very angry, pacing from side to side.

most of the people at the party were already leaving. the aespa members were waiting outside since their manager was supposed to come and pick them up at that time, but no one showed up, and when they called them, they didn't answer.

the worst thing is that they weren't even surprised.

everyone they had as second options to possibly drive them home had already left the party. except one.

"hey!" a voice was heard from behind the group of idols.

they all turned to see who it was, finding yunjin, who was happily skipping towards them. clearly drunk. behind the girl, keeping a close eye on her, making sure she's going in the right direction, was minki.

"shall we go?" yunjin asked towards them, waiting expectantly for them to start moving.

"shall we go?" repeated ningning in confusion.

"yes, we should." nodded winter. "i asked minki to take us."

"let's go!" squealed yizhuo, happy that the problem had been solved, and hopped over to the keyboardist, with whom she held hands and they continued their merry steps towards the band leader's car.

"very funny, minjeong, but there's no way i'm getting into their car." jimin pointed accusingly at the singer.

"okay." minjeong let out a sigh, stressed. "then find your own way back." she gave her group mate a fake smile and started walking towards the others.

"i mean," aeri spoke up. "all our friends are gone, our manager seems to have disappeared and everyone else is drunk." she summarized the situation. "there aren't many other options." she shrugged and followed minjeong.

the older jeon stood in place watching the remaining member, waiting for her to do something that would give them an answer, but she just stared at them angrily.

"it's okay, jimin." the elder broke the silence after a moment. "please let aeri know you're okay when you find someone to come back with." they asked, half seriously, half jokingly, and started walking towards the rest.

"it's just you and yunjin?" was heard behind the vocalist.

"yes." they turned to look at her.

"where's your girlfriend?" jimin asked in a tone full of bitterness.

"you're standing right there."

jimin fought the smile that wanted to form on her lips, but she wasn't good enough at hiding it for minki not to see it.

"okay, i'll get in the car."

"you're easy to convince." joked minki, but they only won themselves jimin's middle finger.

the girl started moving, passing right by jeon, but not granting them a bit of attention. she reached the vehicle and opened the door to the back seat, only to find that all the passengers were there.

"oh, too bad, there's only the seat next to minki left free." said minjeong, acting incredulously.

[wombywoo]

1. And 3. For Appearances, and 12. for Hobbies and Activities? I'm really interested in what sort of music they listen to or play!

thanks for the questions 😚

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

Quinn likes his eyes; he's been complimented on them enough to feel like they must be good. Vincent likes his hair a lot! He's had a few funky styles through the years, so he enjoys getting to experiment with it. He also has very lovely hands--nice and thin, quite long; he keeps the nails clean and neat~

3. Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Quinn would have said his ears (🥺) but he's gotten over that particular insecurity and doesn't really mind them anymore. I guess he'd say his teeth? They're a little crooked and fit oddly in his mouth, which he's sort of self-conscious about.

Vincent might've also said his teeth at some point (he used to file down the fangs to appear more human, poor thing 😔) but now he embraces it. If he had to change anything, it'd be the eyes--the red can be very intense, and he doesn't want to give the wrong impression

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

12. What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Quinn sticks to edgy, emo stuff, lol. 90s grunge, some early 2000s alternative, etc (I couldn't tell ya specifics, 'cause that's not really my scene~) There are a few outliers to his taste that he swears he doesn't listen to but does 🤫 The iPod never lies....

Vincent likes a mix of everything. He's pretty open to exploring new music, as each decade introduces new styles and whatnot and he gets to watch it all evolve. Most of his fondness is for soul/R&B type stuff, but he has favorites in all genres~ As for playing, he enjoys learning retro rock songs on his guitar, but will also whip out some classical stuff as well~

[geminison]

modern-ish things I would like to show dishonored characters

I got inspired by this lovely post by @dogg-teethh and kinda made my own thing but with dishonored protagonists and some side characters so, low and behold

Daud

blues music in general, he would enjoy brooding while listening, and Fleetwood Mac

thriller movies, can't abide the mysteries so would be glued to the screen until the very end. would get mad if it ends on unexplainable cliffhanger

radio dramas, something to fill the silence while doing paperwork

antidepressants, no comments

rope bondage, but not in a sexual way (yeah, I've seen it in ff and thought, yep, seems like his thing)

Corvo

90s fashion, a bit awkward but appealing somehow?

David Bowie, that's so specific? complex and diverse but funky

takeout food, he doesn't really cook, has terrible eating behavior and just plainly starvs when there no food around, so that would be helpful

absurdism, whole "acceptance without humility" thing? i dunno

Lord of the Rings, a small hero with a great burden and greater stakes, it would resonate

Emily

punk rock, 80s pop, industrial and Corvo would also show her "Rebel Rebel", she would vibe with it

Satoshi Kon's movies, great female characters and a bit of insanity

comics, variety of styles and stories to tell! she did enjoy drawing while she was younger, maybe it would inspire her to pick a pencil again

asian cuisine, a lot of different flavours, I wonder how she would like it

marine biology, so much info about whales and other weird ocean creatures, again little Emily would be so happy

headphones, she would feel even cooler while jumping from one roof to another and kicking asses

Billie

airplanes, speed, freedom and views! you are already a captain of the ship, time to tame the sky!

anarchism, yeah, fuck the government!

family therapy, grab your old man by the hand and fucking go, you need it, it wouldn't be easy but please

Killing Eve

heavy metal music and jazz, Emily and Corvo approve. Daud, well, tolerates, it's a bit too much for him

Outsider

video games, all kinds of it!

DnD, especially GM role, you don't have to be a god to feel a little bit like one, and he also has this dramatic side it would def suite him

sci-fi and horror genres

techno, ambient and modern classical music

programming and hacking, he's a nosy young man, he'd like to know all your secrets, and it's just fun ehehe

Delilah

big fashion shows for stylish and powerful lady

therapy, again, no comments

expensive cars that people own and don't drive

Florence + the Machine and MARINA

iPad, Apple pencil and some software for drawing digitally

social media