#verse: little capsule

[shih-coulda-had-it]

marveling

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[dykes4kakashi]

i cant draw but i have good taste so here’s what i think a modern(non-naruto-verse?)!iruka would wear:

basically:

blue/earthy tones leaning darker rather than lighter

corduroy, jeans, flannel

workwear, built to last with a smidge of business casual

late 90s/early 2000s

trying his best to look put together but still a little slouchy

everything is worn but visibly taken care of. like ironed. stain treated. etc.

capsule wardrobe!! i’m talking 10-15 total pieces with some seasonal ones added

+ just bc it’s been in my head ever since i started watching, if i had to cast him in a live action i’d cast a young takeshi kaneshiro and here’s why:

[miraitrunks]

I love think of trunks life with no super... i rped a trunks w this exact life just a little bit but its v fun. I personally like to think he tried to keep his role in defeating thr androids at least partially anon but word would get out whether he likes it not. Him and his mom are also probably a big part of the reconstruction effort, given capsules can create houses in an instant... much to think about. Also a pet idea that hes try to form a school to pass his techniques onto since hes the last practitioner as far as he knows and he meets future videl this way

THAT’S COOL!!! personally i tend to keep any of the z fighters other than like his mom and chi-chi out of his life bc frankly there’s too many variables for me to safely say anyone would still be alive or whatever… 😔 but it also leaves stuff like that open as well!

i used to write trunks too LOL and my main verse was always set post-z under the implication that he’s just chillin now in his timeline. you’re so right though… he wouldn’t WANT to be famous for defeating the androids but it’s almost impossible for people not to find out and also because i think he’d want to be hands on in the community because of all the hurt </3 people need help and he can’t keep himself from doing everything he can.

HE’S TOO SWEET! i used to say he ran a unintentional orphanage at capsule corp for children affected by the android attack and they all get unreasonably attached to him 😭 i even got fanart of that concept from a friend which was SOOO cute. they’re long gone on social media now so i have no one to tag but yeah </3 enjoy ♡

[goldeneyedgirl]

I feel the NEED to talk about how much Deaf Mary Alice means to me because this story doesn't get enough love??? I have so many questions and thoughts and headcanons (headcanon over the fic yes because I can't help myself) Like.......Jasper just created a language to communicate with her?? Try to tell me this isn't the epitome of romanticism. I would very much like to know how were the first days he spent with her in South, the ideia that he let her get so close to him makes me so 😭💝🥰😫 (also this is very funny in my mind. I supposed she didn't know how to read back then so the communication had to be a challenge, especially if the only thing Jasper was used to teach people was murder)

Anon, I am SO happy and excited that you love Deaf Mary-Alice; I have fun writing a version of Mary-Alice that isn't as depressed and miserable. This version of Mary-Alice definitely tries to outrun her trauma and unhappiness and focus on the good.

I've only got notes for their first meeting (Mary-Alice is very much the 'lost kitten' that kind of keeps going to find Jasper over and over again. And all the other soldiers are bewildered by her, because the Major is *terrifying* and they wouldn't even make eye contact with him if they had a choice) because I keep changing my mind. I can't decide if Jasper did try to discipline Mary-Alice like the other newborns, or if he's always a little bit gentle with her.

Anon, I will cheerfully answer any questions about this verse, and squeal over your headcanons. I am always over the moon when people enjoy my weird little Jalice takes.

I've got a little snippet of some of Alice's feelings below, I hope you enjoy it!

deaf mary-alice.

Sometimes, it’s hard. Especially with the Cullens. She’s never really been bothered by the silence, especially with Jasper. It’s never about living in a quiet world - she doesn't remember any different.

It’s always been about not being alone.

But when her words run out, when she doesn’t know how to say what she needs to, the quiet presses down on her. How does she explain everything she needs Jasper to know? That all of the years, all of the darkness and rage and violence that she lived through, are still there - she just chooses to let it go? That she really does understand that she’s the weak-link, the canary in the coal mine, the thing that never should have survived? Jasper left her behind because it was a miracle she had survived her newborn year, let alone the ones that followed - at least he knew that she was surviving in the South. He had no idea if she'd last a day up North.

(That for Maria’s rage and resentment of Jasper’s defection, Alice lived because of the lingering affection and appreciation Maria held for the Major. That if she’d been the companion of any of the other soldiers, she would have been destroyed out of spite. Or maybe cast out and left to die trying to go north. However it might have happened, she wouldn’t be here if Maria hadn’t been truly fond of Jasper in the end.)

Monterrey is a time capsule, and she feels adrift and unanchored, and she’s really not sure of what can fix her. Jasper's grasp upon her doesn’t feel like enough most of the time, like something terrible is going to pull her from his grasp and this possible life will be lost to her.

She’s terrified he’s going to be the one to let go. That for all that she loves him and that he cares for her, it’s not going to be enough. Jasper will heal and want someone he can speak to, who can talk back; a girl who can fucking say “I love you” out loud. Who doesn’t get frustrated and bewildered when their words run out, when she has to take an extra beat to lip-read and decipher which language is being spoken. A girl who doesn’t need a buffer against the world to survive.

That's Mary-Alice’s biggest fear. That in the real world, the Cullen world, she’s not going to be enough for Jasper. That proximity had turned him in her direction, and now she was just faulty stock. She sure as hell doesn’t fit in with the Cullens - she doesn’t know how to be so neat and clean and calm. She doesn’t have the faintest idea how to be more human than she is. She can't even speak their version of sign language right.

But those are her problems. The ones she doesn’t really like to think about unless Jasper’s at school because he always knows how she feels. It’s only when she’s alone that she lets it all out, that crushing terror that she’s never going to be quite good enough.

(Maria wasn’t surprised when she was found in the wreckage of one of her last battles, leg torn off at the hip. Alice had still killed her opponent. But she knows there was a second that Maria considered just leaving her on the field to perish when scouts found her. Maybe even just douse and burn her; Alice had seen Maria do that before. The terror and determination had sat entirely in her throat. Her visions told her this could go either way, and she got to live.)

And yet, she’s still… hopeful. She might be terrified that Jasper is going to be the one to let go, but she’s clinging tightly to him. The room next to his becomes hers, and Jasper is the one that helps her paint it. It takes a day, as she painstakingly hand-paints mock-wallpaper; Jasper daubs her nose with paint, and she retaliates with a swipe of paint across his face. He laughs and kisses her, tracing the words they have for love down her spine. Later, she finds a heart painted on the wall near the window sill with ‘M-A & J.W.’ written on it, and that warms her right down to her toes.

(When she insists on painting all her furniture by hand, Jasper is the one that takes each piece apart for her; he sits with her as she works, a book in one hand, and the other locked in idle conversation about everything and nothing. He admires her work when she’s done, and she feels bashful, not having the words to explain that she wouldn’t bother with any of this if it was just her. This was her trying to build a ‘them’, trying to turn her room into theirs. She can’t offer him much, especially when it comes to tangible things, but she can offer him this.)

Edward tries to speak with her sometimes. He struggles with reading her mind; she thinks in the signs she and Jasper made together, in Civil War-era Spanish read from lips. He struggles even more to speak with her - he speaks text-book perfect American Sign Language, and flawless Spanish, and she speaks neither. Alice is also not entirely literate in either language, so passing notes is out. It’s messy. But he tries, and she’s grateful for the effort, she just wishes Edward wouldn't weaponize her deafness when she’s upset him. She wishes he would translate so she could be friends with Bella, instead of keeping them apart to protect the human girl. She very much wishes he wouldn’t try and correct her so often.

And when he tries to talk about Jasper, about the toxic thoughts that trickle around in her mind, and his efforts come across stunted and insincere.

(It’s easier to believe Edward’s stilted reassurances that Jasper loves her when she realizes that Jasper walks into the house and beelines to her, insisting upon a kiss before anything else. She obliges, and his greetings are hurried and disjointed as he pulls her close. Sometimes those greetings end in shedding clothing, his hands grasping and stroking bare skin; counting scars, tracing the seams on her skin. Other times, he gathers her up and tells her about his day, asks about hers. He’s gotten back into his old habit of signing all his conversations, even if she’s not in the room; the same way he speaks as he talks to her, a rumbling vibration that is uniquely him.)

[fragilecapric0rnn]

tagged by my lovely friends @gothbat99 & @fastcardotmp3 ❤️

rules: post five of your favorite fics that you've written and talk about why you love them. tag some mutuals so they can do the same and we can all spread some positivity about our writing ❤️

in order from most to least hehe

Anyway, It's About Old Friends My (unfinished) magnum opus. My heart and soul on full display. I love this fic with all my heart. I love this Steve and Eddie with all my heart. Writing an AU based on my favorite movie of all time but staying true to who these characters are has been so much fun and honeslty has taught me a lot about how I write long winded stories. Writing their struggles, especially writing Steve in this fic has been such a joy and a pleasure. It's on a brief pause as I wait for the WHMS bug to bite me again (its coming on fall and winter so its bound to bite me any day now). But I love this story and will always hold it close to my heart.

Catch Me (I'm Falling) This fic. Lol. This FIC. I know, I know, she was offline for a bit BUT she's back baby! In a different sense, this fic is also my heart and soul on full display. A lover of romantic comedy, wanting to write something that brings light and joy and laughter, much like the romcoms I love have brought me <3 Also, one of my favorite characterizations of Steve that I have ever written tbh! Bitchy Steve you will be my muse in any and everything that I wriiiiiiite!!!! Writing this fic also taught me that burnout is real and that I need to re-fucking-lax, no matter how much a story excites me lol.

Faces Freedom With A Little Fear JJ Harrington, our communal wife 💗 No but fr, Steve Harrington has always given me younger brother of an older sister vibes. Idk if its because I'm an older sister of a younger brother or what, but it works! I also loved creating an OC that was pretty three dimensional on her own, but also added so much to the characterization of Steve! It was also a bit healing to write this, as someone who is in a similar situation as JJ. Wanting to live my life away but having someone at home who you just can't help but worry about. I can only hope there's no monsters or alternate dimensions involved in my case. I do want to continue this verse, I want to write more of JJ, she is too special to be a one-time gal!

you can take the heart from your chest to use as a compass when you are lost Missed connections fic 💗 I have a lotta feelings about this one. I was still figuring out my voice, my first long fic. Re-reading this is like looking at pictures of you and your friends from middle school. It's cute and sweet but at times it makes ya full body cringe. I would love to rework this, rewrite certain scenes, add entire scenes. But, I also love the idea of my writing acting as a time capsule, a snapshot in time of what my writing looked like at a particular time. And at the heart of it, it's a story about subjects that are super close to my heart. Found family, holiday angst, steddie getting together, and Thanksgiving belonging to friends who feel like family <3<3

words caught in my throat (who talks first?) LOVED writing this one and also love rereading this one! A lot of the story is told from Steve's head as he navigates a very awkward and difficult situation of being locked in a house with his ex. Of which I was able to work on a lot of prose, and as someone who's strength is in dialogue writing, was a real treat! This fic also taught me that I am not just a one trick pony in that I can write difficult subjects and its not all just goofs and romcoms and meet-cutes. The stepping stones toward writign a fic like Old Friends. Snowed in fic!!! I love youuuuuuuu!

Tagging some fellow writers<3<3

@cheatghost @figthefruitfaeth @kkpwnall @hellsfireclub @gideoncharov @judasofsuburbia @thefreakandthehair @sharpbutsoft @legitcookie

[redlegumes]

Bizcocho

One more for this month because this was half written like... all month...

written for @steddiemicrofic prompt: Cake wc: 311 | rated: G | cw: none | tags: Latino/bilingual Steve Harrington, OC daughter, Steve Harrington has bad parents, Married Domestic | AO3 Link

Summary: Steve teaches his daughter 'Las calaveras salen de su tumba' to help her learn Spanish

“Las calaveras comen bizcocho!”

Quinn sang slash shrieked the lyrics as she ran laps around Steve.

“It's her favorite verse.”

Eddie nodded, commiserating with his husband. Steve had taught Quinn the children’s song, Las calaveras salen de su tumba, a week ago. It had tickled Eddie at first, their little girl, singing about skulls... but now it was nonstop.

…

Eddie knew how badly Steve wanted Quinn to be bilingual. His family cut ties after Steve came out as bisexual, but he still had his language and some cultural traditions. It made him feel connected to a larger identity, one that couldn't abandon him.

He'd told Eddie how his Abuela taught him about his heritage when he was small. His maternal grandmother didn't even speak English, yet his own parents avoided Spanish at all costs. They prided themselves on how well they passed as white Americans and sneered at any sign of the language their own parents spoke. It made more sense for his father, Steve had told Eddie. His paternal grandfather had been a poor immigrant, wanting to reinvent himself. He changed their surname; Ricardo Hernández became Richard Harrington. He'd picked an anglicized last name, with the same last initial, at random. Even after his Abuela moved in with them to help care for Steve as a baby, he couldn’t remember hearing his mother ever speak Spanish.

Steve's memories of his Abuela remained a comforting time capsule, sealed by her own passing. They would never know if she would have accepted him when he came out, loved Eddie like family, or celebrated Quinn's birth with them.

…

Eddie picked Quinn up and bounced around with her as she sang the same snippet of lyrics again. He wanted to support any attempt at keeping Spanish in his husband and daughter’s life.

“Mine too 'mi amor.'” Eddie winked as Steve’s eyes rolled.

Full lyric referenced and translation note after the cut

The full lyric referenced and the translation from 'Las calaveras salen de su tumba,' 'The Skulls Come Out of their Grave.'

“Cuando el reloj marca las ocho

Las calaveras comen bizcocho

"When the clock strikes eight

The skulls eat cake"

(Also know as the Chumbala cachumbala song)

[throwaway-yandere]

Dear Secret Penpal,

Happy Irodori Festival! My name is Lisa (disclaimer: not my real name). A pleasure to be exchanging correspondence with you. While I am better at writing my thoughts than speaking them outloud, unfortunately I'm not too well-versed in the art of keeping a conversation, so I hope you will forgive me for my clumsy attempts.

For starters, I hope you are doing well as you are reading this letter. Always remember to take a good care of your health!

I'm sure you don't wish to divulge too much personal information in these letters. However, would you mind talking about the things that interest you? I'll start first - recently I have been testing out a Fontaine technology which is aiming to assist people in writing articles and books. It's a most curious technology indeed, and I am having fun tinkering with it for the past few days.

I hope this letter reaches you safely and I eagerly await your response.

🌸 Lisa

cw: yandere themes, and alhaitham being an asshat in general-

From this yandere genshin secret pen pal event

✥ YOU GOT A LETTER FROM YOUR SECRET PEN PAL!!!

"See you soon, Malikata."

Those were the same words King Deshret last uttered before the sand dwindled in his very own hourglass. It was the words of a hopeless man— the delusions of a mourning king.

And yet, as if there are miracles born from misfortunes, it came true.

"Alhaitham" recalls little of who he once was eons ago. Since childhood, he had felt that he operates differently compared to his peers. All the rational man had was, ironically, a gut feeling. There is only one situation where he would rely on intuition and that would be whenever he needed to explain his geometric reasonings in two columns— but no one demanded proof that he was the reincarnation of The Red One.

Besides, what person would demand about something they have no prior knowledge of? 

 "ALHAITHAM!!!" 

Kaveh closed the door behind him with a loud slam. The mounted shelves shook while Alhaitham stood, unflinching. There's no visible reaction on his face,  

"YOU HAVE THE MISSING DIVINE KNOWLEDGE CAPSULE, DON'T YOU?!?"

"Of course not," Alhaitham replied. "If I had a use for it, surely I would've used my authority to access it."

But the architect didn't believe a single word. They both acknowledge that the Acting Grand Scribe had an unexpected proficiency or talent for acting. Lying came easy to him, yet strangely enough, Kaveh sensed not a hint of deceit.

Which could only mean he's innocent or he had someone do his bidding and delivered the capsule to someone else.

"That Irodori Secret Exchange thing— what was it called—"

"Pen Pal or Yokais."

Alhaitham is once again reminded how fortunate he is that his dear "Lisa" is as clever and as articulate as they were lifetimes ago.

"Yes! THAT!!!" Kaveh grabbed a fistful of Alhaitham's grey cloak, looking at him dead in the eye. 

"You definitely smuggled it to Inazuma to avoid suspicion! You got a taste of that power when you confronted Azar and intend to steal it didn't yo—"

"I've never used the divine knowledge capsule."

"... What? Didn't you try to kill Azar with it?"

"No," Alhaitham shook his head lazily. "It was just a minor part of our strategy to lower their guard down. I've no need for divine favors to win. I only need to think."

"That sort of arrogance does sound like something you would say..."

And his sheer indifference for the divine also marked one of many similarities he shared with King Deshret.

"You're mistaken. It's not arrogance but belief in one's competency. You should learn to think before you speak, Kaveh. I can arrest you for lèse-majesté."

"Gah— Okay then, fine!" Kaveh waved his hand up dismissively. "Maybe you didn't steal it after all."

He let go of his cloak.

"Still, aren't you worried about where it is?"

"No."

"You can't be serious," Kaveh gawked. "That thing is contaminated by The Withering. Aren't you concerned that someone would—"

"Just let it be," Alhaitham said. "You can't discount the chance someone might use it wisely for the benefit of the people."

"Argh!!!— you are so damn lazy, I can't believe you. Need I remind you that capsule was used to almost create a new archon?! Why on earth are you being so laissez-faire about this?! You're our Acting Grand Sage, you should be— hey! Get back here! Don't you dare lock yourself inside your room—"

Shut.

How exhausting. What a waste of his time.

Why would he possess the divine knowledge capsule, when it's Nabu Malika that needed to remember their past the most?

You'll use that divine knowledge capsule, won't you, his hayati?

It's easier to lie in letters after all. 

It's only a matter of time until his Goddess is back in his arms again.

[hatterpillar-author]

Prologue

Four bodies. Four bodies was a pretty good starting line. Grandad could name every British and American politician under the sun, he could even dabble in the French government from time to time, but disappointingly he wasn’t smart enough to notice his peppermint tea tasted just a little bit like poison. Mother could cook a delicious feast for the entire village in a single afternoon, three courses and all,  yet confusingly didn’t spot that one of her expensive Japanese knives had gone missing, not until it turned up in her carotid artery at least, spewing blood all over her newly polished floors - a shame, truly. Father could recite every verse from the Bible by heart and would willingly do so every chance he got; over dinner, on a hike, once even in the shower. It’s fitting, really, that he died by the crucifix just like his saviour, even if it wasn’t quite by way of the same method. I’m sure Jesus would understand that a brass effigy of his crucifixion driven straight through the eye and into the brain was the best a boy could do, given the resources. Older brothers are trickier, sly, they always seem to see things coming. Incredibly annoying, except, of course, when said brother ever so clumsily takes the wrong medication. He never even noticed when the small, round, white pills our parents don’t know he takes every night turned into little yellowish capsules. Poor thing was too busy stuffing them down his throat and waiting for the brain-altering clarity of his school mate’s Ritalin to seep in so he could perform at his best. I did him a favour, honestly, he’s lucky to have me. 

So you see, Arlo, my family's carelessness with their lives was never my fault. Their need to force me into a cage and morph my brain and body into something unrecognisably horrific made them ugly and hostile. They saw who I was, they got their jaws around me and they bit. They ate away at me until there was nothing left. And what do you do with old dogs who bite?

You put them down. 

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Roc-A-Fella Presents...This Thing of Ours 1998 Hip Hop / Hardcore Hip Hop / Gangsta Rap

Whoo boy, do I have some straight-up vintage late 90s ephemeral New York rap FIRE for you all today. Here's Roc-A-Fella Presents...This Thing of Ours, a short promo sampler EP from the label that Jay-Z helped co-found and grow, and that you could only find as a bonus disc in limited edition copies of Jay's own instant classic third album, 1998's Vol. 2...Hard Knock Life. This here is the type of shit that used to lace the 🔥hottest🔥 of mixtapes back in the day; stuff you might find on either a DJ Clue? or Funkmaster Flex CD; gratuitously non-commercial gritty street raps laid over monster beats that had been strictly made to induce the hardest of constant head-nods. Basically a hip hop head's paradise 😤.

But before we get into this little CD itself, I need to provide some background for one of its best tracks. And in order to do that, we need to go all the way back to 1993, because that's the year that a New York rap group called Original Flavor dropped their most well-known single, "Can I Get Open," which featured none other than a young and unsigned Jay-Z on it. And within that group was a guy by the name of Tone Hooker too.

Now, Original Flavor ended up parting ways following the release of their second album in 1994, but a few years later, Tone Hooker would resurface with the only solo release of his career, a 12-inch on Profile Records called "Crew Love," which would feature both NY underground great O.C. on it, as well as Jay-Z, with Jay supplying its chorus. And I don't know who ended up producing that track, but its beat was a bit sparse and darkly crystalline.

However, the following year, another song with Jay-Z on it called "Cru Love" would come out too. And Jay would also rap the *same exact* lyrics on its choruses also! But instead of Tone Hooker and O.C. providing the verses, this one would feature Roc-A-Fella labelmates Memphis Bleek and Beanie Sigel both rapping about drugs, guns, money, and the rap game, with Beanie's verse containing a bars-long extended metaphor that very cleverly equated a drug enterprise with Monopoly. And what's more is that this song's extraordinarily knocking, big-string beat that sounded like a boxer's walk-in music, and was provided by a little-known guy named Derrick Trotman, had clearly drawn inspiration from the far more understated production of the other version of "Crew Love" too 😯.

Then there's another banger on here that comes courtesy of a pretty unknown group who were briefly on Roc-A-Fella and Tommy Boy called Diamonds In Da Ruff. These guys never put out an actual album, but they had a couple 12-inches. And their song, "Respect," which came with a terrific blues-piano-and-guitar driven beat, first appeared on this very CD, before also being included on a DIDR album sampler cassette in '99. But, like I said, even though an album sampler was able to materialize, no actual album for them came afterwards 😕.

So, some really fantastic rap goodies on this little Roc-A-Fella EP here. It's not a very uncommon practice for a label to throw in a bonus sampler along with an album, but for that sampler to be as quality as this one is, is definitely a treat. Some real hardcore New York magic on this thing that ends up making for a wonderful late 90s time capsule 🤩.

Highlights:

DJ Clue? - "DJ Clue Snippets" Jay-Z feat. Memphis Bleek & Beanie Sigel - "Cru Love" Diamonds in da Ruff - "Respect" Memphis Bleek feat. Jay-Z - "Can I Live" Beanie Sigel - "Beanie Sigel Freestyle"

[sapphanimates]

Sonic OC Showdown Ask Game!

✨️ - How did you come up with the OC's name?

Trace's name originates from the same oc tutorial video I watched when creating her. One of the example characters was named Trace, after their ability to sneak around without a trace, and I thought it was cool.

🌼- How old are they? (approximate age range)

I'm thinking mid-to-late twenties. But that might change depending on how I structure events in my AU.

🌺- Do they have any love interests?

Hmm.....

🍕- What is their favorite food?

Applesauce! The air slits in her muzzler are just big enough for her to fit in and drink through a straw; applesauce is just the easiest since it's already pre-pureed and tastes great!

💼- What do they do for a living?

Nothing necessarily. She and the rest of the Daybreak's Angels spend their time either relaxing or on patrol for danger. They defend those who can't help themselves and were most active during Infinite's conquest of Mobius.

🎹- Do they have any hobbies?

Back when she could still speak, Trace loved to sing folk songs from her hometown. She can still be heard occasionally humming these songs quietly to herself.

🎯 - What do they do best?

She's well versed in various physical fighting styles, and now due to her muzzler, she has gained a sharp advantage in silent espionage.

🥊- What do they like to do? What do they hate to do?

She enjoys talking and spending time with her team. She doesn't hate much of anything. Things that are purely mechanical somewhat set her off. She doesn't trust them.

❤️- What is one of your OC's best memories?

The day she met Zess. He helped her when she was all on her own, teaching her sign language, helping her get food, and just overall caring for her. Her life has changed forever thanks to him.

✂️- What is one your OC's worst memories?

Being defeated by the Jackal Clan. It scarred her, mentally and physically. She feels as if she let her people down by letting her cover get blown.

🧊- Is their current design the first one?

NOOOOO. She's definitely had some changes, most of which in outfit designs and colors. Her muzzler was originally a completely different (and severely illogical) shape, and there were a lot more greens and even golds in her design. The most recent change I've made to her design was the addition of the burn scars across her face.

🍀- What originally inspired the OC?

This tutorial by Creative Planet Entertainment I had previously mentioned in the first question. This is the video that taught me how to draw sonic characters in general, albeit poorly. This is also where she got her name, as I said before, and even inspired the idea of a muzzled sonic character! The Tasmanian Devil aspect was unrelated to this video and was chosen purely because it's just a cool and unique animal.

🌂-What genre do they belong in?

what?

💚 - What is your OC's gender identity and sexuality?

She is a sisgender bisexual woman. She/Her pronouns.

🙌 - How many siblings does your OC have?

Unsure. Let's say... she's the middle child of 6 siblings?

🍎- What is the OC's relationship with their parents like?

Good. They care about her well-being, even taking care of her in the early months after the incident. When she left, they were heartbroken.

🧠- What do you like most about the OC?

She's my little baby girl. She was my first real sonic oc, and I'm proud of how much she's grown. She is a mini time capsule of just how much I've developed as an artist and writer when it comes to Sonic.

✏️- How often do you draw or write about the OC?

I'll have swings, just like I do with all the fandoms I'm obsessed with. When I'm in my Sonic cycle, I usually bounce back to working on fleshing out and drawing choice characters from my project; Trace being one of them.

💎- Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

Initially, yes. I had an idea of how and when she would die, but it came much too soon, much too jarring, and read like something you'd find in a shock fic. So no. Not now.

💀- Does your character have any phobias?

She is afraid of becoming lethally ill, suffocation, and drowning.

🍩- Who is your OC's arch nemesis or rival?

Infinite, or as she knew him, Zero. They go back all the way from her infiltration of the Jackal Clan camp, to her traumatic silencing, down to the aftermath of his conquest of Mobius.

🎓 - How long have you had your OC?

Since I designed her during the Covid-19 pandemic in 2020. I actually drew her during my break between virtual classes!

🍥 - How old were you when you made the OC?

Early Teens

@sonic-oc-showdown

[adelha-mathilde]

Emergence (Trigun WIP drabble) part 1/??

summary: Vash finds someone emerge from a Plant Tank to look completely different from when they first fell in. A once sleeping Earthling now covered in Plant markings and a few angel feathers.

characters/verse: Vash the Stampede, Luida, Brad, OC / Trigun Stampede

content warning: injuries, blood, mention of serious injury, and other stuff related to healing and medical anatomy stuff.

I literally had this random scene start playing in my head! There is zero planning on my part as to the how and why and when and where it is just full on "this happened" and I gonna write it! And so I'm going to write it out here with no context or formatting HERE WE GO!

The alarms of the still functioning spaceship were going off in full effect as dozens of people started running about. Voices shouting over the din as Vash opened the door to the Plant containment facility. All eyes looking up above as several sections of the ship had caved in after a hull breach. His gaze noting with growing horror that many of the sleep capsules had come dislodged from the upper floors. Most of them were empty of occupants. But one was spewing out smoke as the glass over the front shattered. With the sleeping occupant falling forwards as Vash gave a shout of pure helplessness.

The woman in the capsule crashed into the unforgiving shards of glass for blood to weep from her frame. Vash sprinting over the stairs without thought as he vaulted them with all his speed. The woman was obviously awake. Since she was doing her best to keep herself still as the capsule shuddered and rattled. Several others behind Vash calling out in fear as much as sadness. Vash all but jumped up and onto several of the empty capsules to try and spider crawl himself over to the woman. Who finally opened her eyes to see him. A huff of air escaping her as Vash got next to her on the capsule right next to hers. "Hold still and don't try to move! Help is on the way!"

The woman gave Vash a half smile to note with warm humor, "Wasn't planning on moving anytime soon. This capsule on the other hand might be a different matter entirely. Do you have wings I can't see? Heck of a climb otherwise." Vash paused to then smile at the given indication. His hand reaching over to gently touch at her neck. "Try to stay calm. I'm not leaving you behind. No matter what. I'm going to get you out of this." The woman gave him a kind smile to chuckle at his promise. A sigh soon followed by warm words. "Lord willing. Kind of out of our hands, little bird. But I only expect you to do your best. So we'll say that is what your plan is, okay?" Vash blinked back tears to realize that he was crying. That this woman was comforting him instead of the other way around. While from up above more sounds of screeching metal and popping electrical wires made the danger more apparent. While the Plants in the shared tank below began to stir from the commotion. Petals unfurling for them to lift their heads up to gaze at the two of them. Vash felt his marks heat up as they glowed. Something profound and unspoken passing through the air as the capsules shifted due to the unrelenting demands of gravity. So Vash got a crazy idea.

The Independent Plant moved to carefully pick up the woman from being half out of the capsule to clutch her close to his frame. Cutting himself in the process for their blood to end up mixing together. yet all he did was zero his gaze to those eyes the same shade as his own. His words hard and hurting. "This is probably not going to work. But it's the only idea I have. We're going to fall so my- so the Plants can catch us. They won't hurt us. You ready for this?" The woman gave a shiver to then wrap her arms around Vash. Her words more pained but determined than before. "Already said my prayers for us both. Let's do something crazy, little bird." So Vash grit his teeth to vault the two of them off the capsule and directly down towards the waiting arms of the Plants. The impact with the water like fluid rattling his frame as waves cascaded out and over the rim of the shared tank. Both of them soon gently pulled into the waiting embrace of the Plants as their angel features became more prominent. That unique and cosmic touch giving Vash the feelings of his fellow Plants. Concern. Fear. Hope. Acceptance. Understanding. Sadness. Pain. Love. Faith. Vash soon came to notice there was one color of emotion amidst the others that was not one of them. His eyes opening to stare at the Earthling he still held. Her blood drifted slowly around them as she kept her hands to his shoulders. Some of those emotions in the vastness of feeling being hers. With such revelation came a name for Vash to etch into his very being. Retha Gwendolen Heise.

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Vash woke up in a comfy room on the ship for Luida and Brad to tell him what happened next. That the Plants had surrounded the two of them to also use some new kind of energy. Said energy basically reaching up to the capsules that had started falling to melt them into harmless globs of metal that floated on top of the Plant container fluid. But all of the Plants had gathered into one giant flower to then turn most of the lights on the ship off. The ship going into a reserved mode of operation for about 48 hours. But the crew had been able to surmise that both Vash and the woman he tried to save were still alive. With Vash being let go of the flower to float back up to the top of the tank for the crew to fish back out. Vash looked deeply worried to try and get out of bed. But Brad just shoved him back down to tell Vash that the woman was still in with the Plants and that they had no way to get to her. Since the Plants had not moved from that giant combined flower and showed no signs of doing so anytime soon. Luida gave Vash some encouragement in that she believed the Plants were doing what they could to heal the woman before letting her go. Which Vash may find out more after a good hot meal.

Vash took little time in eating to all but sprint out of his room and to the Plant container in his haste. But as the crew had said, the giant flower was still there as before. No changes to report as the ship came back online in full. Vash ended up running up the stairs to just jump back into the tank before anyone could stop him. Which had several crew members yell for someone to get Luida as Vash swam to the flower. His hands touching at the petals to try and force them open. Which resulted in the Independent getting a jolt of surprise that knocked him for a loop as one Plant moved to open her petals and reach her hand to him. Gently wrapping her fingers around his wrist for Vash to close his eyes. The marks on his frame blazing out as his mind got tugged away. His feet soon noticing he was standing on cool sand and some grass. His eyes opening to take in the sight of a beach at sunset. The sun just beginning to dip below the waves as the waves washed against the shore. Scents of water and greenery filling his nose as Vash gave a squack of shock. But soon he felt hands upon his shoulders. Soft voices echoing against his senses. "Do not fret, little bird. The human is alive. They share with us her memories and feelings from the past. Things we now share with the others to take goodness from. We will heal the human in time. A choice was made to make the human whole once more. Even though it will change them to something more than human. Be patient, little bird. Have faith."

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Vash heard the alarm go off to vault up on the bed. Which had Brad cuss in surprise and drop all his tools. The mechanic shoving the gunman back down to exclaim with ire, "Stop! You can't go running off until I finish the last attachment! Ten seconds and then go flying off!" Vash nodded to hold himself in place as Brad finished the repairs on his prosthetic arm. Then Vash was out the door and sprinting down the halls towards where the announcements were coming from. Several of the crew already gathering as Luida's voice rang over the communication speakers. "The Plants are opening the flower! The collective seem to be moving back into their original singular spots! Vash! Three of them seem to be still holding onto Retha! You have to see this!"

Vash all but tumbled through the doors to the Plant facility to then skid to a halt. His gaze going wide as he saw the Plants moving back to their individual flower state to dot the tank like stars. All save for four of them. Or three of them with one human they were descending with to the floor of the tank. They let go to curl back into their flower form. Which left one form to slowly walk towards the crew as they milled about in front of the tank. Vash scrambled forwards to all but careen into the surface of the tank. His gaze transfixed on the once Earthling named Retha Gwendolen Heise. Her hair was no longer rich dark brown, it had gone sheer white instead. It had also grown to such a long length it brushed at her toes. She was so much thinner than before. Almost emaciated for Vash to count her ribs along her now pale white frame. Marks glowing all down her skin for her to also have no signs of scars or injuries. A physical body that showed no outward signs of external anatomical genitalia like the other Plants in the tank. Which had Vash flex his fingers as he wondered just how much had the healing really changed Retha. Was she even human anymore or was she mostly Plant?

But Vash pushed that thought to the side as he pressed himself against the surface of the tank. The energy of the Plants washing through the glass to make in more like gel so Vash might pass through it with ease. So the gunman did so to sprint full speed into the tank and right to Retha. That woman he had tried to save over a century ago. Vash threw his arms around her to hug her tight and shudder from head to toe. His coat billowing up for him to press his face into the top of Retha's head. He could feel her hands touch at his sides for her energy to crackle over his senses. A question soon wordlessly answered for Vash to feel her smile. That sensation being the empathic and telepathic link all Plants shared and used with each other. Retha seemed to be able to use it with ease as he opened his mind to let them use words. "Retha! It's so good to see you! I almost gave up hope! But you're okay! Are you okay now?"

Retha's reply back had Vash feel like someone was tickling his mind with feathers that made him give a giggle. That voice the same as before as Retha replied with sweet words. "As well as one might expect, little bird. But I guess I shouldn't call you that anymore. Good Lord, you grew so big and tall. But it's going to be okay, Vash. I would have preferred to not have taken this long. But the others kept me from getting ahead of myself." Retha stepped back for Vash to keep his hands to her shoulders. Since she was now much shorter than he was for him to look down at her face. Those once brown eyes opening for him to see they were now silver grey. But her face was exactly the same as before. Her smile was just as it was in his memory. Playful words of warm happiness enveloping his thought and feelings. "Good to be back, crimson bird. Now then. Let's get me out of this flower vase and back into the real world."

[tierra-paldeana]

You're not the Boss of me... are you? 一 「Drabble」

PERSONAL/NON-RP BLOGS DON'T REBLOG

Length: 1563 words

Characters: Rika, Geeta

Verse: Naranjuva Academy

Summary: The day Rika and Geeta met.

The dawn touched the hills and greenery of South Province’s Area One as Geeta made her way to Naranjuva Academy. It was quite a long way over, knowing she had to traverse Poco Path, leading into Los Platos, and finally make her way over to Mesagoza following the marked dirt path, but she didn’t mind the length of the stroll at all. She took it every day, enjoying the smell of the fresh grass of the fields and the salty air that’d come from the nearby ocean, and wouldn’t change anything about it.

As she walked, she couldn’t help but sometimes take deep breaths, taking in the scent and sound of the nature all around her, as well as the warmth of the rising sun on her uniform and skin, with her Academy hat protecting her eyes from it. 

But today… something would change.

On her way to Los Platos, there was always a small river she had to jump over, and although the size wasn’t significant, her fellow classmates often complained about it, as there had been more than one case of someone accidentally tripping into it or/and hurting themselves. As her class representative, she had already issued a complaint note to her teachers on behalf of the rest of students, and was told they’d be looking into it. 

Upon making a descent further into the route, from a distance, she noticed that they’d already patched up the problem by making a small bridge for students to cross through. It didn’t seem very sturdy, but just enough to cross without any issues. And that’s what she was planning to do, but…

She heard a sound. The sound of someone throwing a Pokéball up into the air and catching it several times. Curiously, her hands released the brittle wooden rails and she took some steps back to look for the source of the sound. And that’s when she looked up and saw a figure seated atop a tree. 

It looked like a student of the Academy, judging by their attire. They were looking away, their pose hunched over with an arm resting on their thigh, gloved hand holding a long and thick stick, while their free hand was indeed throwing the Pokéball up and catching it in their palm. They seemed to be waiting for someone… but the tree branches obscured their face.

‘’Hey. Shouldn’t you be heading to school?’’, inquired Geeta, which caused the person to turn their head and stop playing with the capsule.

‘’Huh? Who’s talkin’?’’ replied the voice back. It sounded feminine, but slightly deep. 

Before the dark-haired young lady could answer, she watched as the other suddenly took a big leap out of the branch they’d been sitting on, effectively showing themselves to her.

And it appeared that they were a girl her age… and a rowdy looking one for sure. Her clothes and skin had quite a bit of dirt on them, sporting a couple of bandaids on her leg and arm. She took a questioning look at Geeta with a raised eyebrow. Geeta herself didn’t remember seeing this girl before.

‘’Did you get lost, by any chance?’’

The question made her laugh.

‘’Nah, I just don’t go to a school for losers’’, she said, the knuckles of the hand holding the stick resting on her hip while the other went back to fidgeting with her Pokéball. Such a comment took Geeta aback a little, who crossed her arms with a stern expression.

‘’I fail to see why it’s for ‘losers’, as you say. I’m a class representative there and I can tell you, you’re missing out on important lessons.’’

‘’Class representative?’’, the girl asked mockingly, before guffawing once more. ‘’Oh, excuuuse me, señorita! Are you gonna call the teachers if I don’t show up? Nahaha!’’

Unbeknownst to Geeta, this student had been skipping classes since day one, and gave the teachers hell whenever they attempted to drag her back, to the point that they’d already given up on her. Even still, Geeta knew this girl had… something. She wasn’t quite sure what, but she had the feeling she’d been at this for an extended period of time. 

‘’¿Señorita?’’ Geeta plainly and calmly replied. ‘’I’m Geeta. What’s your name?’’

‘’Name’s Rika, if ya’ care so much, señorita’’, she insisted, before pointing at her with the stick she was carrying. ‘’And for the record… ya’ ain’t the boss of me.’’

The gesture caused Geeta to walk back a bit and for Rika to laugh again, seeing the annoyed surprise on her face.

‘’I might not be, but this isn’t how you should treat your classmates’’, she responded while physically moving the tip of the stick away from her face with her hand. Rika rested it atop her shoulder with a smug look on her face, as if she was holding a bat.

‘’Oh yeah? Say, how about you battle me then? If you win, I’ll consider goin’. But if you lose… I’ll keep that dumb hat of yours, missy.’’ Upon saying that, she tapped the underside of it with her stick, making Geeta hold it down by the brim so it wouldn’t fall off.

Anyone else would’ve either cried, gotten extremely mad, or run off at this constant teasing, but all it did, for Geeta, was to increase her curiosity towards her. And there was still a while until the school gate opened, so why not amuse herself a little?

Let’s go, Wooper!

Go, Glimmet!

 …

‘’What even…?!’’

That was the sound of Rika’s voice as she ran over to her defeated Wooper, who was no longer able to fight. She could barely believe it… Granted, she hadn’t seen a Pokémon like Geeta’s before, but it looked so tiny and harmless that she was expecting it to be small fry. But man, did it pack a punch, especially after raising its stats with Ancient Power… Her Pokémon really didn’t stand a chance. Dumbfounded, she thanked her little buddy before letting him go back to his Pokéball.

When she lifted her gaze, her eyes met Geeta’s as she stood before her with her own capsule in her hand and a subtle, but satisfied smile on her face.

‘’Well then, Rika. I guess that settles it, no?’’

The green-haired girl blinked, not sure at all how to feel. She’s had many students of the Academy sent by the teachers to chase and challenge her, and had beaten every single one of them. Heck, she’s even had teachers go after her to try and drag her back to school, some with much higher leveled Pokémon than her, to no avail. And yet… this random girl she’s never seen before, who claimed to be a class representative, had just put an end to her winning streak, just like that. 

‘’If you came to school, you’d learn there’s strength in numbers. Even if you had beaten my Glimmet here, you still would’ve had my other two Pokémon left to fight.’’

To be fair, Geeta was beyond surprised, and a little disappointed, that Rika was only carrying one Pokémon with her. She was expecting her to carry at least a couple more, but… it seemed she was mostly bark and hardly bite. Still, her attempt at trying to appear tougher than she actually was made the dark-haired girl chuckle, and Rika couldn’t help but furrow her brows, a pout visible in her mouth as she tapped her foot in annoyance.

‘’I’m sure that was just dumb luck…’’, she scoffed, but Geeta offered a smile so friendly that Rika oddly began to feel a bit… childish for behaving like this. Slowly, her expression softened, until suddenly it did a 180 and she laughed. 

‘’Y’know what? Not half bad. Not half bad at all, missy’’, she said, tucking the Pokéball hand in her pocket, while she rested her stick on her shoulder once more. ‘’I’mma be fair, that’s the first time someone’s beaten me.’’

‘’Is that so? That’s… interesting.’’ Geeta wasn’t actually sure if she was lying or not, but after considering the fact that she looked like the kind to have been living like this for quite a while… she decided to believe her. ‘’But at least I get to keep my hat.’’

They both laughed, and the initial tension around them seemed to slowly melt away.

‘’Yeah, you can keep it. Never been a fan of the hat, I look like a dumbass if I wear it, but… it looks good on ya’, I’ll give you that’’, Rika said, pointing at her with the stick, this time in a much more approving and less invasive manner.

‘’Oh? Thank you’’, replied Geeta politely. ‘’Does this mean you’ll come to school then?’’

Rika’s trademark pouty lip made a comeback.

‘’I said I’d consider it…’’

‘’Hehe. I’m sure you won’t regret it, Rika. It is thanks to the lessons they teach that I’m as strong as I am, but even now, I got much to learn. Maybe you’ll be able to get on my level if you start attending.’’

‘’Heh. We’ll see about that. I definitely want a rematch, so I’ll think about it-’’

But before Rika could finish her sentence, Geeta suddenly turned around and ran off in a way that screamed ‘race you there!’, crossing the small bridge in direction to Los Platos.

‘’What the-!? Oi! Wait for me…!’’

And follow her she did.

[universestreasures]

Yu-Gi-Oh Duel Monsters Verse Info For Akatsuki.

(Note: This verse is written in the context of the events of the original Yu-Gi-Oh! Manga by Kazuki Takahashi, and do connect directly to the canon of my Mokuba, and the DM verses for Gao, Tasuku, and Suzuha specifically. However, it can be easily adapted or written to not include connections to Mokuba or my other muses and or adapted to fit the Anime's story. In addition, the inclusion of this character in the storyline of my Mokuba does not have to be present in any interactions had with Mokuba either. This are meant to be a basis/starting point for interactions not a end-all be-all. I am flexible and this can all be discussed at the individual level.)

Akatsuki Kisaragi (Ninja Arts Apprentice & Zanya Kisaragi's #1 Fan)

Bio

Name: Akatasuki Kisaragi

Age: 10 (So 1 year younger than Mokuba is)

Family: Zanya Kisaragi (Elder Brother, also called 'Big Z' by Akatasuki), Police Commissioner Kisaragi (Father), Mrs. Kisaragi (Mother, Divorced From Father)

Residence: Cho-Tokyo, Japan.

Friends: Mokuba Kaiba, Nanomachine Ninja Tsukikage, Baku Omori, Kuguru Uki, Kiri Hyoryu, Gao Mikado. Tetsuya Kurodake, Paruko Nanana, Kazane Fujimiya,Suzuha Amanosuzu, Noboru Kodo, Tasuku Ryuenji.

Games Played: Buddyfight (Main Game), Capsule Monsters Chess, Duel Monsters, and various arcade games.

Ace Card: Nanomachine Ninja Byakuya (Katana World, Buddyfight)

Skills: Various Ninja Arts, Kendo, Swordplay, Buddyfighting.

Story Description

Akatasuki is the youngest son of Police Commissioner Kisaragi of Cho-Tokyo's police force and the younger brother to Zanya Kisaragi, a prodigy of Kendo and Buddyfighting. Ever since he was young, he's looked up to his brother and admired him and his skills. As such, he's dedicated himself to being his brother's number one supporter, including being his practice partner / tuner for Buddyfight, kendo, swordplay, and for learning ninja arts. Though, compared to 'Big Z', his skills in these areas are rather lacking (he is the most NON-SNEAKY ninja ever LOL). He also is not the best student in school, but he tries his best in all areas so he can be 'useful' to his brother and even goes out of his way to look out for him and his best interests. He does not, however, share his brother's 'uncomfortableness' / phobia of girls.

Both he and his brother attend school in the nearby city of Domino, for their father thought it be best for them to attend school in a city they would not be treated differently for being the Commissioner's children. Akatsuki does NOT attend Aibo Academy like his older brother, however. He attends Domino Elementary, the same school as Mokuba Kaiba. Though, he is in the grade below the young Kaiba.

Akatsuki and Mokuba, while not being classmates, do often run into each other on and off campus. However, their relationship had...a rocky start. Prior to the events of Death-T, Akatsuki was bullied by Mokuba and his gang of little thugs, often being the victim of various pranks and was made fun of constantly (usually over his ninja arts or his lack of skill in games). He was usually the person Mokuba would beat in Capsule Monsters Chess for fun as well.

As a result of this, Akatsuki hated going to school. He would meet his brother, who picks him up after school, either in tears and or covered in the aftermath of whatever prank he was subjected to. It got so bad to the point he started faking sick just to not go.

However, following the events of Death-T, things changed. Mokuba, feeling remorse for his past actions and wanting to go back to his true nature, approached Akatsuki one day and apologized for his actions. He explained the complexities of his situation to the young ninja (as best he could without getting too personal), and upon hearing he was acting this way to get his brother's attention / approval, Akatsuki immediately emphasized with the young Kaiba, realizing that if the situation was different, he could have ended up like him. And so, he gave Mokuba another chance, despite his father and brother telling him he shouldn't, and the two young boys had been great friends ever since. However, Akatsuki is intimidated by Mokuba's older brother, not only due to just the kind of person Seto is but also from what private info Mokuba has shared about his brother from his past. This would change slowly over time, I imagine.

Mokuba did all he could to make it up to Akatsuki, including inviting him over for sleepovers, helping him with homework, and even being his teacher in learning both Capsule Monsters better and taught him Duel Monsters. In return, Akatsuki teaches Mokuba the ways of the ninja and kendo as best he could, mainly focusing on stealth tactics. The two are usually the person the other can vent to about their older brothers, in addition to the person they talk to when they just wanna fanboy over how amazing their big brothers are. Akatsuki, with Zanya in toe, sometimes also walks Mokuba home.

When it is time to enter high school, Akatsuki and Mokuba switch to Aibo Academy. By this point, Akatsuki has met his buddy, Nanomachine Ninja Byakuya, and has become a strong Buddyfighter, ninja, and kendo master in his own right. He and Mokuba continue to be close throughout the years, often being called 'partners in crime'. Akatsuki, his Buddy, and or his brother and his buddy Tsukikage will also serve as bodyguards for Mokuba for some professional events. I can see Akatasuki even pursuing a position similar to Isano but for Mokuba, being Mokuba's right-hand man but also his bodyguard (or even becoming head of security).

[suuho]

Top 3 kpop mvs from the 2000s

hey!! thank you so much [: this got long, so without further ado...

1. bigbang, haru haru.

it's literally this and then [BRICK WALL] like, this music video literally changed the trajectory of kpop, it became a viral moment that lasted until, like, 2010. it catapulted bigbang to international stardom. i desperately cannot stress enough how this music video and song is a moment, and a high, that kpop is still chasing to this day and that they might never reach again. absolutely, purely organic genius. the brilliance of haru haru is how absolutely earnest it is with its very own melodrama. the acting. the conflict. oh my god, that story line. this is maybe the greatest kpop music video ever, just because it is impossible to replicate now. this changed lives. it did a lot to put kpop on the map. and it is just perfect as it is, and as a time capsule. i watched this approximately 3655467287 times in 2010 alone. i think people who know how iconic and influential bigbang are only ever choose fantastic baby or bang bang bang as examples, but haru haru is what turned them into yg's biggest superstars before inflated numbers, streams, etc. it's hard to explain if you weren't there, to be honest. on another note, i am pretty sure that gtop fight was my gay awakening, lol. another bigbang entry that just missed the mark because it was released in 2010: tell me goodbye. literally a masterpiece. narrative! CINEMATOGRAPHY! that top verse i can still recite word for word! a perfect marriage of everything that makes japanese kpop offerings impeccable. i carried a picture of that gdragon in my school diary until i graduated high school, lol. (choices, i know)

2. 2pm, heartbeat

i wanted to go with mirotic first, but i think heartbeat did the same things done in mirotic, just better. first of all, this music video does not rely on any narrative or any gimmicks, and it is still so well done. the angles and camera pans here, the obstructed shots, the lens flares. the contrast between the industrial gray and the eery, hollow white set. that choreography. this is so purely, undistilled 2nd gen kpop but in, like, a gothic fantasia. the atmosphere of this video is almost creepy which serves the song perfectly, and it is carried by performance, lights, and camera alone. i would have almost chosen again&again, because it does have a story line, but i actually think heartbeat's directive choices are so much better, and far superior. it is such an interesting music video just because how it is shot in a way that makes it visually appealing while simultaneously a little off-kilter. amazing. no notes. 100000/10 beast is not here, by the way, because if i would have chosen anything, it would have been shock, but heartbeat is once again the better offering of a similar style.

3. g-dragon, heartbreaker

one more masterclass. i am sorry, but this is another one of those insane offerings. the production design here is off the charts, the checkerboard heart eye-make up and bleached hair immediately became a signature hallmark look, the choreography is so memorable yet perfectly in sync with g-dragon's artistic persona. this music video felt insanely expensive back in 2009, and deviated from the nitty-gritty of that era. it was colorful, catchy, and immediately, insanely recognizable. replay factor? through the roof, especially with that breathe teaser making it a two-piece. also, the apple imagery was just another stroke of genius. like, this felt like watching a superstar emerge into the scene with that intro. "I'm all by myself, but it's all good," like yeah, sure, is this cringy as hell? absolutely. could anyone else pull this off in the year of our lord 2024? never, but it works perfectly here. the sci-fi influences. the masked dancers. oh my god. we will never have something this earnest, unironic, serious and yet glossy and campy.

3. shinee, ring ding dong

did you really think you would not find shinee here? c'mon now. what is there to say about this music video that hasn't been said yet. the wings. the choreography that the entirety of korea knows by heart. this made shinee my instant ults, my instant biases. dancing in the water!!! the concise color palette, the grays and reds, the hairstyles getting progressively more disheveled. watching jonghyun in this music video for the first time (and to this day) was like watching a miracle appear right in front of your eyes, that sort of gravitas and charisma is rare to come by and i am afraid there will never be anyone else quite like that. truly, one of a kind and just an insane moment in time to live through. how, in a way, unpolished this music video and their performance is is precisely why it is one of the greatest things ever. you can literally see them launching straight into their stage and performance genius from this. it's so crazy. this is like watching history being written, which is why it is one of the best kpop mvs of that decade.

honorable mention: sorry sorry by super junior. a perfectly slick, chrome fever dream that could be a commercial for all i know. i am sorry (hah) but when this song comes on, every ounce of, like, common sense leaves my body and i am stuck in this 4:17 true kpop marvel. it is just perfect. the production of this music video and this song. the aspect ratio (slay). the black and white. that tastefully measured autotune because suju has like maybe 3 decent vocalists. the group choreography shots look tight as hell, especially at the end. the last 15 seconds of this music video look just. fucking amazing. sorry, yeah, it had to be here.

ask me my top 3 anything, kpop edition 💌

[taeyeonsb]

i opened my spotify time capsule and cried cuz i didnt hear my fav taeyeon song live this year so here are my top 10 taeyeon songs😎

10. Nightmare

this song was written for me .. taeyeon sang it for me. the BUILD UP OF IT ALL ! it starts out so simply and it continues so simply , and it just adds little by little to the instrumental and creates the most beautiful song ive ever heard. the little noisey noise in the second verse sends me right to heaven every time i hear it. the layering and echoing on her voice that builds up feels like youre slowly falling into this song UGH !!!!!!!!! ITS JUST SO GOOD !!!!!!!!! the fact that its under 3min long is an absolute crime i need it 15 min at least

9. No Love Again

this freaking song is just AAAKCLSA [eats it] the instrumental is just so GOOD !! i love the almost echoey effects on her voice in the chorus it feels like her voice is staying with u even as she sings the next line and the instrumental has this .. vibratey ? charm i have no clue how to describe it but i luv it :3 her voice is so smooth and sweet and clear the whole song and when it goes from her high strong singing in the chorus to the quiet in the bridge just to go in the altered chorus .. it gets me every time .... this song is absolute perfection and the outro just lets it rest SO WELL

8. Cover Up

BOY I CANT COVER UP MY HEART !!!!!!!! this song and worry free love are gfs theyre so cheerful and fun and this song is just so happy to be in love , right from the intro with the little "ooohh" in the instrumental u know this song is just perfect and it is ..... the build up of adlibs in the chorus makes it so fun to listen to and the BRIDGE guys I SAID IT I SAID IT (i love you love you) I MEAN IT I MEAN IT (i love you love you) !!!!! and she goes crazyyyy in the final chorus this song is just so GOOD and FUN !!!!! i love it and i cant cover up 🫶

7. Vanilla

the freakign. adlibs she does in the last chorus. i cannot describe to u the emotions rushing thru me whenever i hear this song, like everything stops and stands completely still. this song is just so gorgeous, from the second the instrumental starts u just know ur in for a masterpiece. THE DRAMA OF IT ALL !!!!!!!!! the quiet first half of the chorus into the beautiful burst of music in the second and the build up between verses and her little adlibs in the second verse and the gentle bridge into the most beautiful singing youve ever heard and and and and and [passes out and dies]. ITS JUST SO BEAUTIFUL !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this song just swells with so much emotion and its so sweet .. like vanilla ..

6. Secret

i named my bee plushie after this song. his names bee밀. the chalky high piano beginning sets off the ethereal tone for this song and its just ..... so pretty ....... its so slow and .. and. .. . ... "and then theres you" .... [explodes into a million pieces] .. her voice is so delicate in the beginning and becomes so powerful in THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDGE YOUVE EVER HEARD IN YOUR LIFE i ascend to the heavens whenever i hear this bridge . the build up of the instrumental goes perfectly with the growimg intensity of the somg and it peaks perfectly for a quiet outro like this song js just such a masterpiecd im shaking in my custom baby seal leather boots just thhinking abt it

5. Circus

if u look at the strands of DNA inside my proteins u wont see A C G or T, youll see the lyrics to this song. the intro is gentle but playful , and the entire song follows .. its just the powerful chorus and the gentle .. post-chorus (?) i dont know parts of songs but i do know taeyeon ate them up. and the freaking second post-chorus is so sweet and quiet AND THEN IT SWELLS TO THE BRIDGE !!!!!!! OUGH this song is just so interesting to listen to she contrasts the sounds so well and i remember listening to something new for the first time and she ended with this .. like ......

4. Timeless

from the moment this song started with the instrumental i knew it was going to be my favorite on invu ................. it makes me ache, its so pretty ........................ her voice is so sweet in the chorus .. the second prechorus is my absolute favorite the way she changes up her voice is just SO GOOD. her whispery adlibs in the bridge right into her high note ???? pls have mercy on us .. this song is just good i dont have words its just perfect. i remember listening to this the night invu came out like it was yesterday, i was watching the streetlights move across my ceiling and i was floating

3. Blue

this song..................... i have to go lay down. it was just released with four seasons as a little duo and its just so perfect. its just so pretty. the simple instrumental and the layering of her voices in the chorus and the way the song builds up so steadily to come to a head at the bridge and ....... sigh .. her voice stands out so prettily against the changed tone of the background music and its all so gentle and gorgeous it literally sounds like the color blue feels like cool water. if im not making sense its cuz i dont have the language to explain how beautiful this song is.

2. Find Me

this song feels so dangerous it embodies purpose so perfectly. the DRAMA. the instrumental sounds like thunder 🌩🌩🌩 and its so powerful along with her powerful voice and she goes absolutely CRAZY with the adlibs in the final chorus !!!!!!!!!!! i love love love the way her background vocals become the front vocals in the outro and her surprise high note in the second verse invented music everyone say thank u taeyeon !!!!! dont stop running dont stop flying !!!!!!!

1. Stay

i remember exactly where and when i was when i heard this song for the first time. it was that monumental in my life. i genuinely considered buying a plane ticket to japan to see her in the odd of love and hear this song live. the only way i can describe this song is shimmery. the instrumental is just so gorgeous it feels like when water sparkles in the sun. my icon is a screenshot from this mv and has been for like 5 years. her voice is so PRETTY AND FREE !!!!! the chorus that swells between her lines and the little woowooos in the .. sounds. her softer vocals in the prechorus that get so strong as she begins the most beautiful gorgeous perfect chorus ever written, sung, produced, and recorded. GO WAY !!!!!!! her "stay with me stay with me, STAY" in the second chorus is my favorite part of any song in the entire world. when i was in high school i told all my friends to listen to this song (only one of them did HAHAHA .. luv u ****) and i was talking about that part specifically to her because it just fills me with joy every time i hear it. i could talk for actual hours about this song but i will spare u. ITS SO PERFECT AND GOOD AND PRETTY !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE MUSIC !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

honorable mentions (her not-solo songz):

1. Priority - Taeyeon, Max Changmin, Winter

..... this is a perfect song. theres literally no song better than this. i was genuinely surprised it wasnt my top song of the yr.. this song singlehandedly made max changmin my no4 artist on spotspot. the instrumental is just so gorgeous. so wintery (...hehe) and gentle and ITS JUST SO GOOD. one of those songs that builds up so gorgeously. this is a taeyeon post but of course changmin and winter ate SEVERELY. the key change and then the second key change. taeyeon and changmin having a parent-off for vocal custody of winter (taeyeon won, my evidence being in the live stage video they did for smcu palace or whatever, she held that final shared high note 0.1s longer than him and her voice rounds off the sound so prettily). listening to this song makes me want to go buy earplugs to wear to concerts to protect my hearing so i can listen to this song forever.

2. My Love (Duet Ver.) - Lee Sung Chul, Taeyeon

this song just feels so carefree and easy, their voices go together PERFECTLY and ITS JUST SO GOOD every time i listen to it my soul settles comfortably in my body and it feels like im eating carrot cake. kit listened to this and said woag key change which i didnt notice it was so thamks babe 😘 every time taeyeon starts singing i lose all knowledge in my head to make room for her voice to reverberate around my skull my god this song is so good.

3. One Last Time - Girls' Generation

I COULDNT DO THIS WITHOUT TALKING ABT MY FAV GIRLS GEN SONG🫶 this song is so FREAKING GOOD it's been my fav snsd song since it came out it just rocked my world. the piano intro and TAEYEON STARTS IT !!! how could i not fall in love ...... i lovee the little pause before the first chorus and how its not there in the second verse it feels so special like a little breath before you hear the most beautiful chorus in the world. all the ways the first and second verses + prechoruses are different while maintaining the same structure really make this song stand out so much for me.. and the bridge is just SO PRETTYYYYYYYY tiffanys high part especially always has me ascending ... and taeyeons crazy high note .............. and the outro .... its so bittersweet ....... no song will ever be better than one last time .

i didnt intend to make this a tag but @jisungshotfirst and @kihyunsgf my fellow taegangers id love to hear ur favs 🥺

[piningpercussionist]

I have a couple quarters so I wanted to get some trinkets from a capsule machine :D

Plus I live with Scott and a clone of me violently blew up in his house, leaving him very traumatized, so I felt like it’d be a nice treat to make up for… that :3

-🐇 (kicking her little feeties while sitting in the cart)

... I... alright then.

*Kim sort of stares at the bunny for a moment, before turning their cart down an aisle.*

That, uh... that happen often? Should I be concerned? I'm not sure I want viscera getting on this coat... but, uh, yeah. We can get him something then. That does sound... traumatizing...

... although I'm not sure if this store has those machines. They could, I'm usually just in and out of here if I can help it- I don't usually stop for something like that. We could maybe try somewhere else, but if you see something you want to get him I'll chip in for that, I guess.

*She starts leading them down the chip aisle before stopping, looking a little surprised.*

Huh... not Chrispers, but there are Crispers. Is this what you were looking for? They've got three flavors...

And your tea- you said you wanted that iced. Do you just mean, like, one of those cold bottles they keep up front, or should we be getting tea bags or something? I'm not the most well versed in tea, that's more Rammy's thing.