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I’m loving your style! I was wondering if I could request a reader with a too many thoughts in her million miles an hour brain, so she’s always fidgeting or stimming, etc. but when the Saja Boys sing You Idol to her she just goes still, her inner monologue finally being manageable?

Which is the opposite of what the song was supposed to do. So the boys are very surprised, and then they just keep doing that when they notice it helps her later.

The Voice of a . . . Demon??—

1.6k words; Saja Boys x Reader Masterlist | Requests paused!

The Sajas' voices don't have the intended effect on you. Though somehow, this way is better.

A/N: Hi anon! Thank you so much. I hope this is to your liking! Enjoy!!

Jinu—

Jinu was aware of your tendencies—of course he was, he was always watching for you. He couldn’t help it; sometimes, his eyes would flick up from what he was doing—reading, writing, thinking, just to see you.

And he’d just stare. Watch you play with Derpy and try to count all of her stripes. Watch you fidget with pen casings and paperclips and any other miscellaneous things you might find.

That day was no different; he was brainstorming the lyrics for Your Idol. You were milling about the room, fingers brushing along any trinket and piece you could find. The magpie watched you observe the various little items, some even that she’d found herself. Derpy sat at Jinu’s feet, and the quiet noises of your inability to sit still faded into the background.

He hadn’t noticed at first, starting to hum the tune. It was already established. Something sedative in nature, something enough to keep the fans in a daze. “You know I’m the only one who’ll love your sins . . .”

And you stopped. Because there was something about the way he sang sins that scratched your brain juuust right.

He repeated the phrase a few times just to get the next one correct, scribbling on the page that the lyrics were forming on. Jinu glanced at you again, surprised to find you already staring at him. Intently. Not doing anything, just . . . still, for once.

Normally you weren’t paying him that much attention.

“. . . What? Should I change it??”

You shook your head, coming to sit on the floor next to him. Derpy’s tail flicked at your presence, and you pet the giant ‘cat.’ “It’s . . . calming.”

“. . . Calming?? It’s supposed to be hypnotizing,” Jinu raised a brow, a bit confused. You only shrugged.

“It’s more like it silences the irrelevant thoughts, and I can think clearly again.”

Jinu hummed, looking back down at the sheet. Interesting. He knew that the song was effective, but . . . in a different way than anticipated? At the same time, his goal was never to control you, so he supposed it worked out in his favor.

He couldn’t help but smile as he went back to singing the song softly, even if he was past that part. The way your head rested against his knee was worth it, and there was something warm about seeing you relaxed for once.

Jinu was glad he could bring you some clarity, too.

Abby—

Sometimes, things were too much.

Not necessarily because anything was happening—sometimes they just were. Sometimes, it was hard to focus on one thing because too many thought trains were rushing through your head, too congested and quick to really catch and hold on to one.

It was annoying.

Sometimes, you even get tired of hearing your own voice. Just from the fact that you couldn’t keep a thought. Which is how you ended up face first on the cool kitchen table, fingers drumming against the surface as you waited for your food to get out of the oven.

The clock ticked annoyingly on the wall, and occasionally your eyes would flicker to the timer. You could hear the faint humming of the fridge from where you were. You felt a slight tick in your head.

Why did the little noise make you so irritable? It wouldn’t be as bad if it were louder, but the little clicking of the clock, the buzz, the way your feet kicked and the slight clank as your arches hit the bars of the uncomfortable chair, it all just annoyed you.

They were just things, except it sounded more like nails on a chalkboard to you. Who even experienced that enough to make that a saying? Imagine your ear next to that. Even chalk on a board didn’t sound nice. Especially when it screeched. You kind of missed sidewalk art. What were you even talking about anymore??

All of that seemed to disappear as Abby crossed the kitchen threshold, humming a song you hadn’t heard yet. You zoned in on the flow of his words, your thoughts consolidating at the intoxicating way he sang ‘sanctuary.’

Woah.

Is he magical??

“Will you sing it again?” You asked, and he finally looked at you.

“From the beginning??”

“Yes. It’s nice.”

He didn’t necessarily mind; Abby plucked the drink he was looking for out of the fridge and pulled out a chair next to you, repeating the lyrics—another time after that at the expectant look on your face. You hummed, your eyes only closing as his words washed away the unnecessary thoughts cluttering your head.

“Sometimes, I jump different thoughts like skipping stones,” You finally explained between cycles. “It’s helping to bridge the gap.”

Abby considered, a slow grin forming on his face. He only started singing the opening verse again for you—as many times as necessary.

Mystery—

Mystery understood you better than anyone; he could be pretty antsy himself. Not the loudness of thought, but the way little things could add up into something much larger, much more overwhelming. For example, he’d never forget coming back up to the surface.

His skin crawled just thinking about that nightmare.

All that just to reiterate: Mystery understood it. And he was incredibly aware of what made you tick, too. Good or bad. Because just like you seemed to notice and acknowledge little things about him that no one else really seemed to, he easily did the same for you.

So when he walked into your apartment and noticed you sprawled out along the couch, staring blankly at the ceiling, he knew just how he could help you.

Mystery didn’t sing much outside of what was necessary, not that he had a problem with it. But as he leaned over the couch to disrupt your view with his hair and your thoughts with his voice, it didn’t faze him. He even started from the beginning for you, watching you register him.

“Know I’m the only one right now, I will love you more when it all burns down,” he got to his part, before you interrupted him.

“. . . What are you doing??”

“Singing.” Your unimpressed look only amused him. Mystery moved to sit in front of you, tilting his head to the side. “Doesn’t Your Idol help you?”

“. . . How do you even know that??”

Mystery didn’t answer, his head lying against your arm. He just paid attention. “You think too much.”

“It’s not exactly something I can help,” you frowned—luckily though, you had him and his weirdly captivating voice. A mystery, you supposed.

Badum-tss.

Romance—

Romance liked to hear himself talk.

Honestly, it was kind of because he hated the silence. That was just it, so when he heard himself sing? He could always be heard singing. If any Saja would spontaneously burst out into song, it’d be him. Which was fitting, since you did the same . . . match made in heaven, right? (Or hell).

So when Your Idol was finished being written and everyone was doing what they would with their parts, Romance sang it for you.

Only for it not to work? Which was fascinating, because . . . well, it’s not like he was intentionally trying to hypnotize you, but . . . you were just calm for once. Attention solely on him. No doodling, fidgeting, no spacing out, nada.

Huh.

“It doesn’t affect you? Besides the thought thing?” Romance probed your head curiously, and you only swatted at his hand. But then you decided you wanted it, so you took his wrist back.

“Not really,” you admitted, “it just . . . helps me think, I guess. I don’t know, it’s like my mind isn’t talking over itself when I hear it.”

Romance processed the words, his fingers tugging and carding through yours. “Hmm. I mean, I guess that’s just a diluted form of hypnosis. And probably the best outcome.”

You were content with taking that fact with a grain of salt.

“. . . I guess that’s another reason we’re compatible,” Romance teased, and you rolled your eyes. Though, a smile did cross your face.

“Do you keep a list?”

“And if I did?”

“Weirdo.”

Romance only laughed, a slight grin tugging at his lips. He was always happy to sing for you, bonus points if it were useful. Besides, he’d do anything to bring a smile to your face.

Baby—

To be honest? Not even lying, Baby set out with the intent to hypnotize you.

Well. Sort of.

He was just curious as to if it would work. Who better to test it on? It’s not like he could go present it to the public. He was just finishing up, too, and you were always keeping him company when he was writing, anyway. So it began with chanting under his breath to the tune of the song as he added the final touches to the rap. Quiet, more for the rhyme than the emotion in the lyrics.

He only noticed you stop fidgeting with his stuff at first, but as he continued he heard you . . . humming?? You were mimicking him?

Baby listened harder, and came to the conclusion that yes, you were copying him. Which meant that he couldn’t really mess with you using Your Idol—you were capable of thought. Not catatonic.

So it didn’t really stop you from thinking, instead making you focus on that one thing. Which, to be fair, was an accomplishment in itself. ‘Focus’ and ‘you’ were not typically found in the same sentence—and there was nothing wrong with that.

Baby didn’t mention it past that, nor the fact that he was trying to test the effectiveness of the song. But you could hear the smile in his voice as he repeated the verses a few extra times for you.

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Photo credit: Harold McCracken (source)

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The Australian Ballet is doing Alice in Wonderland again and on one hand I’ve seen it before, and on the other, their Queen of Hearts has my favourite costume in anything every

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i wish we got to see how the saja boys got together

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I made my version of the Demon Hunters 🇧🇷(first generation)

I really loved this trend

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Really hate how much time I am being forced to spend begging everyone around me to call their elected officials so I can maybe keep my job + so my lab won’t be shut down in October + so my entire professional network won’t be laid off + so the Great Lakes won’t go back to being a poisoned dead zone of industrial sludge/dead fish/toxic algal blooms. I would rather be spending all this time doing actual, you know, science, rather than pleading for people to make phone calls to try to stop the deliberate strangulation of environmental research across this damn country. It’s humiliating! It’s nightmarish! And yet here we are!

Anyway, I am once again asking you to call your reps if you care about accurate life-saving weather forecasts, clean drinking water, having fish you can eat, climate change, and more, because the people who work on these issues — including me and my peers — cannot survive this without your help.

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⚠️⚠️HELLO! WERE MAKING A “MAGICAL GIRL” INDIE SERIES AND WE NEED YOUR HELP!

My name is Kenzy and I’m creating an indie series called “Towards Galaxy’s End”

SYNOPSIS

After saving her friend in a car crash, Amina “Ami” is given a second chance at life - so long as she chooses an extinct species. She becomes a space-vampire and upon finding out 6 other girls made the same choice, sets off to form a magical girl team from something that was never meant to be magical at all.

❤️❤️IF YOURE A FAN OF LITTLE WITCH ACADEMIA, OWL HOUSE, PRECURE, AND MADOKA, THIS IS YOUR SCENE

The story is a strange take on the Magical Girl genre, as we come to learn more about these characters and how they got into this predicament. We get to meet a colorful cast from all walks of life, who are met with the chance of choosing what to do with their new found second chance. The energy will be similar to that of Studio Trigger in terms of the upbeat nature and Kyoto Ani for the heart. Choices are the true theme of this story, so it’s important to see how that plays out.

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CAST

As of right now, we have 51 days to make this happen! Our team consists of artists and voice actors that have worked in anime, like AJ Beckles (The voice of Okarun from DanDaDan), Zeno Robinson (Hawks from MHA, Hunter from The Owl House), Emi Lo ( Mao-Mao from Apothecary Diaries), LaKira Porter ( Animation Station) and plenty of other talented actors/actresses!

We also have a stacked lineup of animators that worked at Mappa, Disney, DreamWorks, OLM, Science Saru, and plenty of other So if you want to see what we come up with, please, help us reach our episode 1 goal! (And perhaps we can also make it to episode 2!

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SHARE!

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STOP LINKING ATTRACTIVENESS WITH MORALITY (“notice how the person with the bad opinion is ugly?”)

STOP LINKING WEIGHT WITH MORALITY (“lmao look how fit all the people with Good Opinion are, Person I Hate is Fat”)

STOP LINKING AGE WITH MORALITY (“people with Good Opinion just don’t age I swear!”)

STOP LINKING HEALTH WITH MORALITY (“Well xyz health problem is what Person I Hate gets for being shitty!”)

STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT

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a comic i started in november 2023, then didn't know how to finish as the numbers kept growing higher and higher. then they grew too high not to finish it

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Writeblr Family Feud - aka Writeblr Wrassle

Writeblr Family Feud, aka Writeblr Wrassle in the works.

11 out of the 15-20 questions I want to brainstorm have been thought up of.

I'll think of the last bit, create a freeform form on google docs and then post it.

If you could, if you're at all interested in either being a "contestant" or being part of the survey, can you reblog this or send me an ask and let me know?

I don't want contestants to take part in the survey just because I feel like it would give an unfair advantage but would also just love to see how many people would want to play. Especially since this is gonna take a bit of work to set up. 😁

Thanks!

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Another reason that the Saja Boys being portrayed as a villainous but strong/close knit group of friends would've been neat is that it would go against what Rumi says early in the movie:

Rumi: Feel? You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.

And then, we get to see more of the demon side of things (and not just Jinu's side... which is what I thought the movie was going to do) where the boys all care about each other and FEEL actual positive feelings about each other and support each other and act like real friends just like the main girls of huntrix do. And not just that, but they also support each other through the fact that they are all kind of messed up one way or another (these boys also need backstories, not just Jinu).

Also them paralleling the Huntrix's friendship: friendship forged in a shared sense of suffering vs. friendship forged in a shared sense of duty. And both becoming actual genuine friendships.

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Another reason that the Saja Boys being portrayed as a villainous but strong/close knit group of friends would've been neat is that it would go against what Rumi says early in the movie:

Rumi: Feel? You’re a demon. Demons don’t feel anything.

And then, we get to see more of the demon side of things (and not just Jinu's side... which is what I thought the movie was going to do) where the boys all care about each other and FEEL actual positive feelings about each other and support each other and act like real friends just like the main girls of huntrix do. And not just that, but they also support each other through the fact that they are all kind of messed up one way or another (these boys also need backstories, not just Jinu).

Also them paralleling the Huntrix's friendship: friendship forged in a shared sense of suffering vs. friendship forged in a shared sense of duty. And both becoming actual genuine friendships.

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I am like, unhealthy attached to “Your Idol” it’s like my comfort song/ emotional/mental regulation song.

it’s so good I’ve listened to it nonstop since the movie aired on Netflix

and I do mean NONSTOP

I heard the song, and my brain said YAHS

(I loved every other song, but this one just blew it out of the water)

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The reality of being Indigenous in so called Canada

• Indigenous women and girls make up 50% of human trafficking victims, while only making up about 2% of the population.¹

•If the territory of Nunavut was an independent country it would have the highest suicide rate in the world (135 per 100,000, which is 10x the canadian average)²

•Despite Calgary having a fairly low crime rate the Calgary Police kill more people than any other police force in Canada. In 2018 CPS killed more people than the police forces of Winnipeg, Vancouver, Ottawa, Toronto and Edmonton combined. ASIRT, the provincial police watchdog, has never charged an officer for these murders. If you control for population, the rate of civilians killed in Calgary by police is 8 times higher than in New York City. ³

•Between August 30th and December 14th 2024, 15 Indigenous people were killed by police in Canada. 15 people in under 4 months. Because Canada does not collect data on victims of police violence it's difficult to know exact numbers, but it's estimated that Indigenous people make up 16% of police killings, while only making up 4.1% of the population. Indigenous people are killed by police at a rate 10x higher than white canadians.⁴

•28% of people federally incarcerated are Indigenous. This number is as high as 40% in women's prisons. Indigenous women are incarcerated at a rate 12.5x higher than non Indigenous women. ⁵

•29 reserves in Canada are under drinking water advisories. Some of these advisories have been in place for more than 25 years. ⁶

•53.8% of kids in the foster care system are Indigenous. In the province I live in (Alberta) that number is more than 70%. ⁷

• 7% of non Indigenous Canadian children live in poverty. 38% of Indigenous children in Canada live in poverty. ⁷

Canada is not America-lite. Canada is not America's polite northern neighbour. Canada has its own brutal colonial history, and sits on forcibly occupied Indigenous land.

Sources:

¹ https://open.alberta.ca/dataset/f75a4af6-cb87-4796-afa7-02c15c861241/resource/c21f2213-09d4-4fab-b55a-9e91f1bb44f5/download/jsg-reading-stone-survivors-lens-human-trafficking-2022-06.pdf

² https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC4501584/

³ https://www.projectcalgary.org/d2f_track_record

https://www.cbc.ca/cbcdocspov/episodes/above-the-law

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https://www.aptnnews.ca/investigates/deadly-force-an-inside-look-at-the-police-involved-deaths-of-2024/

https://newsroom.carleton.ca/story/police-involved-deaths-canada-rise/

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https://www.justice.gc.ca/eng/rp-pr/jr/oip-cjs/p3.html

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https://canadians.org/fn-water/

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https://www.sac-isc.gc.ca/eng/1541187352297/1541187392851

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while I would otherwise lean pro-nuclear power I also respect that the Indigenous peoples whose land I occupy do not want it here therefore I do not want it here.

New Mexico has a nickname, nuclear New Mexico- it's called a sacrifice zone. we have seen firsthand the environmental impacts of nuclear waste being treated improperly. the Indigenous peoples here and across the country have every right to oppose using their land (which, for the record, is all of the land) as a sacrifice zone.

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Happy Indigenous Peoples Day