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jeon jungkook - the price of desire (part two)

warnings ; none!

prompt ; in which you learn that your dignity has a price, and unfortunately, it looks a lot like Jeon Jungkook in Calvin Klein boxers.

note ; thank u all for the love on part one!!!! eep!!!! it’s so sweet and fuzzy and… my heart 🥀 this part really delves into the dynamic of our beloved girlboss!reader and cocky ass idol!jk who just really annoys the shit out of her #freeher (the poor woman needs an escape after this one) all ur comments and asks are so cute and feel free to leave any thots in my inbox, let’s chat!

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There’s no escaping him.

Not that you ever expected to, not when Calvin Klein’s biggest campaign of the year has his name attached to it. From the moment the deal was signed, your schedule became intertwined with his. Brand meetings, strategy calls, shoot planning sessions… he’s plaguing your every thought.

You’d known, of course. You’d signed off on it yourself. You oversee every aspect of this campaign, and that means oversight of him, how he’s presented, how he moves through the brand’s world, how the final product will be shaped.

But, knowing something in theory and experiencing it in reality are two very different things.

If he’s not on your Zoom calls, he’s on your email threads. If he’s not in your email threads, he’s being discussed in meetings. And now, he’s here, in the flesh, right in front of you, not making your job any easier.

The first photoshoot is set against the backdrop of a high-rise studio in downtown Seoul, a sleek industrial space with floor-to-ceiling windows,

You arrive early with Daniel and the rest of the brand’s creative team, immediately slipping into work mode. Lighting setups are checked, wardrobe racks are lined up, the creative director goes over the shot list with the photographers.

Everything moves with calculated efficiency, and you navigate the space effortlessly, clipboard in hand, scanning every detail.

You are, by all accounts, a menace with a calendar. A tyrant with a timeline. If something isn’t color-coded, cross-checked, and confirmed twice over, it doesn’t exist. You’ve planned weddings you weren’t invited to. You once scheduled a breakdown and it started early, which pissed you off. So this shoot? This shoot will run like a Swiss train: on time and terrifyingly precise. Every outfit and even a coffee break has been slotted into an airtight agenda that could withstand a nuclear winter. If spontaneity knocks, it will be turned away at the door and escorted off the premises.

Yet of course, all that goes to absolute shit when Jeon Jungkook steps onto the set twenty minutes late like he owns it.

In a way, and you hate to admit it, he does.

Dressed in black denim, a crisp Calvin Klein shirt hugging his frame, and an open jean button-up that hangs off his shoulders, he looks every bit the part of an icon. His dark hair is perfectly tousled, his tattoos stark against his skin, silver jewelry catching the studio lights with every movement.

Now, you don’t necessarily care for men. Or well, scratch that, ctrl, alt, delete. You do. Unfortunately. Against all better judgment and with mounting personal regret, you do. It’s offensive, really, how good Jungkook looks in the outfit you personally styled (and fine… you’ll admit it. The fashion team did work on all final touches.)

You genuinely feel ill. Nauseous. Your own taste is betraying you in real time. You picked this look for the goddamn aesthetic, not to have your brain short-circuit and your stomach drop like you’re 13 and doomed.

He’s spent over a decade being watched, dissected, and adored. He walks like someone who’s long made peace with the fact that all eyes will follow, that entire rooms shift on their axis the moment he steps in. He has the kind of confidence born from years of people telling him he’s extraordinary and him deciding, yeah, I’m the shit. The kind that makes you want to slap it off his face, to put it so nicely.

His gaze finds yours immediately and you do your best to barely acknowledge him.

A simple nod. A professional, detached greeting. Then, you turn back to your notes, flipping a page as if you care about the pencil scratching in your journal pad.

Jungkook doesn’t like that. That’s saying a lot, because Jungkook likes a lot of things. Expensive clothes, pretty girls, the sound of his own name trending at number one; he’s not exactly hard to please. But being ignored? That’s a different beast. Especially by you. During his photoshoot? The one where he looks like sin incarnate in head-to-toe Calvin Klein and you’re barely giving him a glance, busy scribbling like you’re allergic to his existence? Please. It’s offensive. Insulting, even.

Jungkook thrives on attention the way plants need sunlight, except he doesn’t wilt without it; he gets petty. Because really, who do you think you are? Some executive with a headset and God complex? Okay, yes, that’s exactly what you are but still.

You hear it before you see it, the amused exhale, the small click of his tongue against his teeth. “Come on. Not even a ‘good morning’?”

You don’t look up. “I assume you know what time of day it is.”

“Still so cold,” he muses, arms lazily crossing over his chest. “I was hoping we’d warmed up to each other by now.”

Daniel, standing beside you, doesn’t even glance up from his phone at his taunts. You roll your eyes, “It’s been two days, Jeon. Relax.”

Jungkook ignores that, tilting his head slightly. “Maybe I should make it my mission to see how long you can keep up this whole ice queen act.”

You finally look at him then. “It’s not an act,” you say simply.

His lips part slightly, maybe expecting you to play along, to give him something to work with. But you’re already turning back to the shoot, eyes scanning the set.

Jungkook shifts beside you, and you catch the slight twitch of his jaw, the way his tongue rolls against the inside of his cheek.

He’s irritated. Good. Maybe now he’ll shut up and do what he came here to do: stand in front of the camera, look pretty, and let the professionals handle the rest. You don’t need his commentary or whatever flirty nonsense he’s cooking up. You need him silent and in frame. You want five minutes of peace. Five. Is that so much to ask from the most attention-starved man in South Korea?

The photoshoot begins, and you remain exactly as you were before, analytical, focused on the execution rather than the man at the center of it.

Jungkook, however, is not handling it well.

He does his job because he did sign a contract, after all. He’s flawless in front of the camera, shifting effortlessly between intensity and ease. But in between takes, his eyes keep flicking toward you, searching for something — approval, irritation, anything.

There are small, almost petulant glances he throws your way. He exaggerates his movements, as if daring you to react. His mouth tightens slightly every time you remain unaffected.

You’re standing a few feet away with Daniel, eyes trained on the monitors, deep in conversation with the photographer about lighting and angle ratios like Jungkook doesn’t even exist. He’s used to being the center of gravity, the one pulling attention without trying. But you? You’re immune. Or, pretending to be, which makes him want it more.

Daniel eventually notices too. He exhales beside you, muttering under his breath. “I think you’re actually pissing him off.”

You barely blink. “He’ll live.”

Jungkook stretches lazily. “I can hear you, you know.”

Daniel shrugs. “Wasn’t exactly whispering.”

A stylist steps forward to adjust Jungkook’s shirt, but his eyes remain on you. A slow smirk creeps up on his face, “Bet she’s more fun outside of work.”

You don’t react. Not even a flicker of amusement, or a twitch of annoyance. You just turn a page in your notes.

You’ve worked with celebrities before, countless of them. Models with impossible cheekbones, actors who appear in photoshoots as stoic as they do on screens, musicians who spend half the time singing more than speaking. You know how this works.How they work.

They are charming when they need to be. Calculated, even when they pretend not to be.

You’ve seen the way they shift in and out of personas, the way they make the world fall at their feet without ever having to try. And above all, you know not to get attached. Not to care too much, not to mistake proximity for something personal.

At the end of the day, this is your job. A carefully structured exchange where both parties win.

Jeon Jungkook is no different, no matter how many times he tests you.

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Luxury brand trips are a logistical nightmare. You’ll shout it from the rooftops.

The world sees the polished, effortless veneer: the private jets, the accommodations, the effortless blending of celebrities and influencers. What they don’t see is the meticulous orchestration that happens behind the scenes.

It’s not just you and Jungkook. It’s his team: managers, stylists, security. It’s your team: brand executives, PR strategists, creative directors. It’s an entire machine moving in sync, ensuring that when the cameras flash when you touch down in Los Angeles, everything looks flawless.

The airport in itself is even controlled chaos.

Jungkook’s security detail moves like clockwork, clearing pathways, keeping him shielded from prying eyes and eager phones. Your team works around it, checking baggage, confirming schedules.

Jungkook, as per usual, is unbothered.

You catch glimpses of him as you navigate through the VIP terminal, dressed in loose gray sweats and an oversized hoodie, sleeves pushed up just enough to reveal his inked forearm. Dark hair ruffled just enough to look effortless, AirPods in, hands tucked in his pockets.

You don’t acknowledge it. Not when fans outside the terminal scream like they’ve seen the second coming of Christ. Not when his security team moves like a highly trained boyband of their own, parting the chaos with eerie, synchronized precision. Please. You don’t get starstruck. You don’t get flustered. You’ve survived Milan Fashion Week on three hours of sleep and a juice cleanse.

It’s a commercial flight, but first-class, of course. Private travel was considered, but Calvin Klein, ever so strategic, prefers the occasional glimpse of their brand ambassador in the wild. A silent PR move.

Your boarding pass has you in 1A, which would have been fine…

Except Jungkook’s is 1B (and you’ll never forgive your assistant for this, you make a mental note of it.)

You stare at the seat next to you for a half-second longer than necessary before placing your carry-on in the overhead compartment, sinking into your seat, and immediately pulling out your iPad. Noise cancellation on. Work mode engaged.

Jungkook arrives minutes later, dropping into the seat beside you with zero urgency.

“You work too much.”

You’ve heard that before. You’ve also gotten that your laptop should pay rent for how often it’s attached to your side. It’s nothing new. Friends say it with concern, colleagues say it with admiration. It really doesn’t phase you anymore.

One hand taps against the digital screen in front of you, scrolling through a campaign brief. Your AirPods are in., and you’ve confirmed that when you tapped against your ears. There is no reason for this conversation to be happening.

But Jungkook, as you’re coming to learn, is persistent.

He leans slightly toward you, not enough to invade your space, just enough to be impossible to ignore.

“Come on,” he drawls, “At least pretend to be excited. We’re going to LA.”

You finally glance at him, expression unreadable. “I’m working.”

Jungkook’s mouth twitches, like he’s trying not to smile. “I can see that.”

You blink once. “Then why are you talking to me?”

He exhales a quiet laugh, leaning back against his seat. “Because it’s fun watching you pretend you don’t like me.”

You don’t even flinch. “I don’t pretend.”

He tilts his head, assessing. Like he’s some kind of airport therapist and you’re a particularly fascinating case study in emotional repression and overachievement. Then, he does one slow, infuriating nod. As if, in the two seconds he’s been sitting next to you on this plane, he’s cracked the code. Solved the mystery. You don’t even have your seatbelt buckled and he’s already looking at you like ah, yes. This one’s never known peace.

“Right. Just like you don’t take breaks.”

You return your focus to the screen in front of you, ignoring him.

He stretches out slightly, legs shifting closer, tapping a lazy rhythm against his armrest. “So what’s the plan?” he asks. “We land, and then what? Straight to fittings? Or do we get one of those ridiculously overpriced hotel dinners first?”

You sigh through your nose. “We land, go to the hotel, and get some rest. Tomorrow, all business.”

Jungkook hums. “Of course it is.”

You turn a page on your iPad. “What else would it be?”

Silence. You think you’ve got him to finally pipe down. Then, with zero warning, he reaches over and pulls out one of your AirPods.

You blink at him, genuinely caught off guard.

Jungkook grins, twirling the small white earbud between his fingers. “Maybe a little fun.”

You stare at him for a long second. Without a word, you take the AirPod back, place it in your ear, and turn the volume up.

Jungkook watches you with a look of amusement head tilting slightly like you’re the most entertaining in-flight movie he’s ever been assigned a seat next to. He might as well have said challenge accepted with the way he chuckles at you.

It starts small with some light taps against the armrest, exaggerated sighs, subtle shifts in his seat as if he’s just trying to get comfortable.

You wedge your elbow against the armrest like it’s a shield. The glow of your screen bathes you in a holy light, a divine protection against the man seated beside you. You highlight key notes in yellow, underline them in red, even bold them for good measure, like the sheer force of productivity might drown out the weight of Jungkook’s gaze burning holes into the side of your face. You pretend not to see him. You pretend so hard, you could win an Oscar for Best Actress in a Scene for a new movie starring you, Ignore the Menace. And you’re doing so, so good, until the clown opens his mouth once more and peace dies before the wheels have barely left the asphalt.

“So what’s your playlist?” he questions innocently, turning his head toward you.

You keep your gaze fixed on the iPad. “Excuse me?”

He gestures vaguely to your AirPods. “What are you listening to? Classical? Productivity podcasts? White noise? Oh wait..” he smirks, “Let me guess. Something cold and terrifying, like a stock market recap.”

You exhale slowly through your nose. “It’s none of your business.”

Jungkook hums, tapping his fingers on the armrest. “It’s gotta be classical, right? You give off the vibes of someone who looked up what music is the best for work.”

You don’t even care anymore. “And you give off toxic male rap.”

He gasps dramatically, pressing a hand over his chest. “Wow. That was uncalled for.”

Finally, you tilt your head to him, raising a brow. “Was it?”

Jungkook bites back a grin. “You wound me.”

You let out a long, slow breath, dragging your fingers across the screen of your iPad with as much patience as you can muster. “I’m trying to work.”

“I can see that,” he replies smoothly. “And I’m trying to help.”

“By doing what, exactly?”

Jungkook leans in slightly, voice dropping just enough to be intentionally annoying. “By making sure you don’t die of boredom.”

Your jaw clenches. “I’m not bored.”

“Oh no, of course not.” He gestures to your screen. “I mean, who wouldn’t be riveted by… spreadsheets?”

You slam your iPad down onto the tray table with a sharp thud.

The passengers in first class don’t react because they are far too wealthy to acknowledge petty mortal noises but Jungkook? He grins widely, entirely too satisfied.

You turn in your seat, glaring at him. “Do you have an off button?”

Jungkook pretends to think about it. “Mmm. No.”

You inhale deeply, pressing your fingers to your temples. “This is a 14 hour flight.”

“Oh, I know.”

Your lips press into a thin line. “You can’t possibly be this annoying for the entire time.”

Jungkook leans back, stretching his arms over his head, biceps flexing slightly as his shirt shifts against his skin. “Wanna bet?”

You deadpan. “I will throw you out of this plane.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You can’t. We’re already too high up.”

“I’ll find a way.”

Jungkook’s laughter deepens, amused. “I like you.”

You sigh, grabbing your iPad again. “Tragic.”

“Oh, come on,” he teases, nudging your knee slightly with his. “Admit it. You’d be bored without me.”

Your fingers tighten around the device. “I was fine before you sat down.”

“Were you?” His voice is teasing but with just the faintest edge. “Because you look a little different now.”

You glance at him. “Different how?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Less ice queen. More… alive.”

For a split second, you pause. Not because what he said was particularly clever — Jungkook’s never been burdened by the weight of originality — but because being called an ice queen is somehow both insulting and weirdly flattering. He smiles, clearly pleased with himself, and you wish you could throw him out the emergency exit without violating FAA regulations.

Nonetheless, you turn the volume up on your AirPods and go back to your screen.

Jungkook sighs dramatically. “So heartless.”

Still nothing from you. There will be no reactions until the wheels of this plane touch down on United States soil.

“Honestly, it’s kind of hot.”

You don’t know what possesses you, but suddenly, you rip out one AirPod and shove it into his ear.

It takes him all of three seconds to realize what’s playing.

“You’re listening to The Weeknd?”

His voice is so scandalized that you finally let the tiniest little smile onto your face, barely.

Jungkook blinks at you, processing. His face is laced with pure betrayal, considering you’ve just shattered every preconceived notion he had about you.

You barely suppress a smirk. “What? You really thought I only listened to stock market updates?”

He scoffs, shaking his head. “I mean… yeah.”

You throw your head back against the seat, “That’s rich coming from you. You probably only listen to K-pop.”

Jungkook’s jaw drops in mock offense. “Excuse me?”

You lean back slightly, giving him a slow, assessing once-over before narrowing your eyes. “Let me guess… Stray Kids?”

Jungkook lets out a laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Oh, come on. That’s too obvious.”

You pretend to think harder. “Fine. TWICE? ATEEZ?”

He exhales sharply, squinting his eyes at you, “Jesus. Just say BTS and get it over with.”

You raise a brow. “I feel like that would be cheating.”

Jungkook grins, adjusting his posture slightly so he’s angled toward you. “Okay, since we’re making assumptions… what else do you think I listen to?”

You tap a finger against your chin, pretending to study him. “I don’t know… something angsty. Definitely some 90s hip-hop to feel cool. Maybe, on a rare occasion, some lo-fi beats when you’re trying to be different”

Jungkook stares at you, slow-blinking. “Are you stalking me?”

You snort, shifting your iPad to your lap. “I just have basic critical thinking skills.”

He exhales a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re dangerously good at this.”

You hum, turning slightly to face him more fully. “Alright, then. What do you think I listen to? Besides The Weeknd, of course?”

Jungkook bites his lip, eyes glinting like he’s been waiting for this challenge. “Oh, that’s easy.”

You fold your arms. “Try me.”

He leans in slightly, voice low. “You pretend to like jazz.”

You gape at him. “Excuse me?”

“Yeah.” He nods, far too pleased with himself. “You tell people you listen to jazz to sound cultured, but secretly, you have a playlist titled ‘girlboss rage’ that’s just early 2000s pop punk.”

You burst out laughing before you can stop yourself. “I do not—”

“Be honest,” he interrupts, smirking. “When was the last time you listened to Avril Lavigne?”

Your mouth opens. Closes. Kinda like a fish gasping for air, fresh out of water. You narrow your eyes, pressing your lips together. “…Mind your business.”

Jungkook laughs loudly, shaking his head in victory.

Just like that, your work is completely forgotten. The conversation shifts, and you talk about concerts, about the way you never had the money to go to them growing up, and how he barely remembers a time when he wasn’t the one on stage.

You tease him about his tattoos. He teases you about being chronically online. Somewhere along the way, you tell him that you hate in-flight meals. Somewhere along the way, you also manage to forget why you were working in the first place.

It’s when, and only when, a flight attendant interrupts, clearing her throat politely, that you both snap out of it.

“Excuse me,” she says, smiling professionally. “Would you both like to order lunch?”

You blink. Lunch?

You glance at your iPad. The screen is dark, long since untouched. A fresh wave of nausea rises in your chest, not from hunger but from the horrifying realization that you, in all your hyper-disciplined glory, have just spent over an hour talking to Jungkook. Talking. Laughing, even. Worst of all, enjoying it. You swore you’d use this flight to catch up on work, to review the final media strategy deck and highlight the client notes that were due yesterday. Instead, your iPad went to sleep sometime around his third remark, and you let it. You stare down at it like it personally betrayed you. Honestly, it probably did.

He looks over at you, voice filled with fake innocence. “I thought you were busy working?”

You inhale deeply, dragging a hand down your face. You are going to kill him. Is this even in your pay grade?

After the flight attendant leaves, you immediately straighten in your seat, ignoring the look Jungkook is still throwing your way. Without a word, you pick up your iPad again, drowning yourself back in work.

Jungkook hums, completely unbothered. “That was fun.”

You don’t even peer up. “For you.”

He chuckles, then sighs, sinking deeper into his seat. “I think I’m gonna nap.”

You hum noncommittally. “Good idea.”

A few minutes later, you dare to peek, just to make sure he’s really out.

The heavens above have answered your prayers — he is. Blessed, blessed silence.

For the next few hours, the world is right again. You manage to finish multiple reports, respond to three emails, and revise a campaign strategy without interruption. It is peaceful. It is productive. Everything your heart has ached for.

And really you shouldn’t have gotten so cocky, because disaster strikes. Just as you’re finally settling into a focused rhythm, Jungkook stirs. You hear it first; the quiet inhale, the slow stretch, the rustle of fabric as he shifts beside you. You brace yourself for impact.

“Did you miss me?”

Your eye twitches. Goddamnit.

“No,” You say flatly, not looking up.

Jungkook lets out a hoarse, sleep-heavy chuckle. His voice is groggy, unfairly attractive (and you hate to see it.) “Damn. What time is it?”

You exhale through your nose. “Time for you to continue not talking.”

Jungkook beams, “Wow. You missed me, huh?”

You turn back to your screen. “Not even for a second.”

He stretches again, rolling his shoulders, sighing loudly. Does the man have any concept of personal space and inside voice? Probably not, but you keep typing anyway.

Then, to your point, he starts talking again.

“You always this fun on flights?” he says, tapping absentmindedly against the leather of his chair. “Or am I just special?”

You still don’t look up. “If by special, you mean insufferable, then yes.”

Jungkook laughs, then shifts slightly closer just enough to be impossible to ignore. “So where are you from?” he asks casually.

You blink at him.“What?”

He shrugs, like it’s a completely normal question. Like he hasn’t spent the entire flight annoying you. “I’m curious.”

You resist the urge to sigh. “Why?”

“Why not?” He smirks. “Maybe I just want to know what kind of environment produces someone so…emotionally unavailable.”

You glare at him. “I’m not emotionally unavailable.”

He tilts his head, considering. “Mmm. Jury’s still out on that one.”

You press your lips into a tight line. You do not have time for this. Maybe if you give him the answer (and you should know better), he’ll quit it. So, without thinking, you say, “Busan.”

Jungkook stills, brows lifting slightly. His mouth parts just a little, like he wasn’t expecting that answer. The thing about Busan is it’s the kind of place where you feel like you know everyone, and worse, everyone thinks they know you. You were the girl who worked two jobs in high school, the one with a mother who never quite forgave the world for how hard her life turned out.

His entire expression softens. “Me too.”

There’s something about the way he says it. His usual cockiness fades for a second. There’s no teasing lilt, no smug amusement. Just quiet, a little familiar. Jungkook says it like it means something. Like it’s a revelation. Like this shared detail is suddenly supposed to bridge the vast gap between you.

So, before he can say anything else, you shake your head, turn back to your work, and bury the moment beneath the weight of reality. Jeon Jungkook might be from Busan, but he’s also unbelievably full of himself. You are not going to fall for it.

You let out a hum “That’s nice.”

Jungkook stares. “That’s it?”

You keep scrolling through your notes. “What else do you want? A hometown reunion?”

Jungkook exhales a short laugh, “I don’t know. I just thought you’d find it cool.”

You peek at him through your lashes, “Why?”

He leans back, studying you for a moment before shrugging. “People usually do.”

There it is again. The ego. The casual arrogance. The absolute, unshakable certainty that the world is interested in him.

You sigh, tapping your stylus against your iPad. “I hate to break it to you, Jungkook, but not everything about you is a special trait. ”

Jungkook gapes at you. “I— what?”

“You heard me.”

For the first time since you met him, he looks genuinely, completely thrown, like his brain just hit a blue screen error and forgot how to reboot. It’s almost touching, really. He can’t decide whether to be offended, impressed, or propose on the spot.

Jungkook leans in slightly, narrowing his eyes. “So that’s it? You’re just gonna go back to ignoring me?”

You shrug. “That was always the plan.”

His tongue rolls against the inside of his cheek, a telltale sign of frustration. He sputters for another beat before going, “Well, I think you secretly like me.”

You exhale sharply, slamming your iPad down for the second time on this flight. The man is unbelievable.

And just like that, the momentary amnesia clears. You remember exactly why you can’t stand him.

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Los Angeles is warm when you land, almost too warm for how tired you are.

The descent into LAX had been smooth, but the exhaustion settled in almost immediately after stepping off the plane. The weight of fourteen hours in the air, the unfortunate stiffness of first-class seats, the unrelenting ache of schedules waiting to be met, it all clings to you.

And judging by the low murmurs and sluggish movements of the team around you, you aren’t alone. By the time you make it through private customs and into waiting black SUVs, Daniel sighs dramatically beside you. “Food. We need food.”

There are collective murmurs of agreement.

Jungkook, lazily lounging beside his manager, half-asleep but still annoyingly composed, lifts a brow. “We eating somewhere fancy?”

“No,” you say immediately, before anyone can even think of pulling out a Michelin-star reservation. “We’re in America. Let’s eat something that actually reminds some of you of home .”

Daniel hums, intrigued. “What do you have in mind?”

You barely have to think about it. “Korean barbecue.”

You take them to your favorite spot, a tucked-away, no-frills restaurant in Koreatown, where the air is thick with the scent of sizzling meat, sesame oil, and open flames. It’s loud inside, the hum of conversations overlapping, the occasional clang of tongs against grill plates.

“You come here often?” Jungkook muses as you lead the group toward a long booth in the back.

“When I’m in LA,” you say simply, flagging down a server with an easy nod. “It’s the closest thing to home you’ll find in this city.”

Daniel slides into the booth first, followed by Jungkook’s team and yours.

“Wait.”

Jungkook’s voice cuts in immediately, halting Daniel mid-slide.

Daniel eyes him, suspicious. “What?”

Jungkook gestures vaguely toward the booth, expression all innocent. “I just think.. since she picked the place, she should have a good seat.”

You blink, watching this madness unfold.

Daniel scoffs. “And you think that seat just happens to be next to you?”

Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “Who’s to say?”

Daniel narrows his eyes, clearly weighing his options. Jungkook raises a brow, challenging. You exhale, too tired to deal with the absurdity of two grown men engaged in a silent battle over seating arrangements (which apparently you have no say in. Like who made that rule?)

“Just sit,” you mutter, sliding into the booth before either of them can argue.

For a second, you think you’ve won.

Then Jungkook moves quickly as he slots himself beside you, the movement so smooth it barely leaves room for protest.

You don’t have time to react before Daniel groans loudly, sliding in on the other side with a deep scowl. “I hate both of you.”

Jungkook just grins. “Love you too.”

The booth is long but cramped, packed with bodies and shared plates, bottles of soju sweating condensation against the wooden table. You, however, are acutely aware of one thing. Jungkook is too close. Not enough to be obvious, but just enough for the heat of his body to radiate against yours, for the barest brush of his knee against yours beneath the table.

You keep your expression neutral, ignoring the way his thigh shifts slightly closer every time he adjusts his position, or the way he leans back against the booth, arms stretching along the backrest, fingertips just grazing your shoulder.

When the first plates of pork belly hit the grill, sizzling on impact, you pretend you also don’t notice the way Jungkook smirks when you finally pick up your chopsticks. You really don’t get what his interest in you is. It’s not like you’re doing anything seductive. You’re literally just eating dinner, holding your chopsticks like a normal, well-adjusted adult. At this point, you’re convinced you could sneeze and he’d find a way to make it flirtatious.

The conversation flows effortlessly around the table and you sip your water, nodding along, almost relaxed, until your phone buzzes quietly in your lap.

Your mother’s name flashes on the screen, bright and insistent. You don’t hesitate. Thumb to the red button. Declined. You tell yourself you’ll call back later, maybe after dessert, maybe tomorrow. Maybe when the timing feels easier.

No worth dwelling on it now, you’re busy anyway.

While you try to re-enter the conversation, your elbow bumps Jungkook’s under the table, barely skin on skin, but you recoil like you’ve been burned. Not subtly either. You yank your arm back with the kind of reflex reserved for hot stoves and childhood memories of being told boys have cooties.

You swear he knows exactly what he’s doing.

Daniel is the first to catch on. He watches you and Jungkook, brows furrowing slightly before he lets out a low snort. “This is painful to watch.”

You glance at him, expression flat. “What is?”

Daniel smirks, picking up a slice of grilled pork with his chopsticks. “You. Pretending you’re not about five seconds away from flipping the table over just because Jungkook exists.”

You exhale sharply, reaching for your water. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Jungkook hums, propping an elbow on the table, gaze flickering between you and Daniel. “I don’t know. I swear she’s about to crack.”

You nearly choke on your drink while Daniel barks out a laugh, leaning back in his seat. “Yeah, sure. And I think you’re capable of shutting up for more than two minutes.”

Jungkook clicks his tongue, “Wow. I just got here, and already I’m being disrespected.”

His manager shakes his head, amused. “You’ll survive.”

Jungkook grins, then nudges your shoulder. “You still haven’t denied it, though.”

You set your glass down, exhaling slowly. “Denied what?”

“That I’ll crack through your icy exterior.”

The booth goes silent. Jungkook’s team is watching now, entertained. Here’s the thing: you’re not necessarily the frigid ice queen he’s mentioned 40 times in the past few days you’ve known him. No, you have feelings too, you swear. You’ve cried at movies, once teared up at a perfume ad, and you even pet a stray cat last week. But what you don’t do— what you refuse to do —is bend to men and their silly little habits.

Absolutely not.

You are not going to be undone by an elbow. You will not dignify that smug flicker in his eye. He needs to be humbled. And if the universe won’t do it, then congratulations, it’s your new personal mission.

You pick up your chopsticks calmly, unfazed. “Jungkook, I deal with Fortune 500 companies, hostile celebrities, and CEOs who have tried, and failed, to intimidate me. You.. don’t even make the list.”

Low snickers erupt around the table.

Jungkook smirks, leaning in slightly. “Damn. I think that was the sexiest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

Daniel groans, reaching for the soju bottle. “I cannot do this sober.”

Jungkook’s manager shakes his head, muttering, “Neither can we.”

You ignore them. You ignore all of them. But what you can’t ignore is the small twitch of Jungkook’s lips, the flicker of amusement, intrigue, like he’s watching you under a microscope and finding the results fascinating. No, because why is your heart picking up speed? Why is your skin warm? He’s not even doing anything. That’s the problem. He’s just there, annoying and bothersome and stupidly attractive, and somehow your entire nervous system is reacting like he declared war on your self-control.

And well, you also certainly can’t ignore the way his knee presses just a little firmer against yours beneath the table.

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

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Top AMVs of 2024 - 20 - 11

A more in-depth breakdown of what I am doing can be found here, as well as the past entries here. Today's entries are as follows:

20. Royal Revue by Scoobisms

Audio: One Girl Revolution by Superchick

Visuals: Princess Peach Showtime!

I am always a sucker for gmvs that make use of actual gameplay footage, and Scoobisms pulled off this exact trick with a very unexpected source. It turns out though, that Princess Peach Showtime!’s theatrical setting and variety of outfits/roles for her to try on gives a lot of material for Scoobisms to work with. There is a good balance here with the gameplay footage helping accent the flashy cutscenes while still remaining interesting with little flourishes of internal sync.

This vid is also not lacking at all for personality, and I think the song choice especially helps threads that needle of “fun girl power anthem” while still giving less traditionally feminine aesthetics a chance to shine. A good example is the instrumental break where we get the focus on spy!Peach and all these fun classic espionage scenarios. Overall both Peach and Scoobism put on a great, charming show.

19. Ctrl Alt Delete by ManlyMango (CW: Suicide)

Audio: Did It To Myself by Orla Garland

Visuals: Wonder Egg Priority

I sometimes find I have hot takes when it comes to storytelling in amvs. As much as I try to make sure my prior knowledge of a source doesn’t influence my judgment, I find that compared to clear, linear narratives, I often value visceral, detailed conflicts and emotions even if the exact events are vague. I can’t help but give bonus points when I not only can summarize the video easily, but I feel like we take the time to untangle more complex stories.

Thankfully, plenty of people seem to be in agreement that the storytelling of Ctrl Alt Delete hits hard. I have heard about Wonder Egg Priority’s troubled production/unsatisfying ending, but ManlyMango manages to get to the heart of mess by exploring our protag having to grapple with both monsters and her best friend’s suicide. What she “did to herself” is vague and unspecific (perhaps the fact she didn’t save her friend from her troubled circumstances) but what is important is how clearly it showcases the guilt and frustration she puts upon herself.

And while the music is upbeat and poppy, I love that the ending actively denies us catharsis. No matter what she does, her friend is gone, and we in the audience also just have to sit with that loss. Mango mentioned being surprised with the warm reception it got at several contests, but it really pulls off what could be a convoluted, hard to approach topic with a deft touch.

18. Champagne for the Exes by JazzVids

Audio: Who Do You Blame (Ablainkan Remix) by SAINt JHN

Visuals: Noragami

In comparison, JazzVid’s amv took me a while to get. While the basic premise of a break-up is clear, I was real unsure why Noragami was being used as the source with this song, what motivated her to included a comedy sketch in the middle of the vid, or what purpose the border and text work was for.

Still something about it all together just works for me. There’s a deliberate back and forth between the prideful boasting of the verses with the vulnerability and sincerity of the chorus/outro. And editing-wise, she includes a good amount of slapstick to keep it a fun time, but also plants some set-up and payoff (the fact we don’t see Hiyori’s face clearly until the end for example) that just makes all the disparate elements resonate. It is always a treat to encounter the type of art I might struggle to categorize but that compels me all the same.

17. ToxiCommoner by Spuddstaaa

Audio: You Signed Up For This by Maise Peters

Visuals: The Apothecary Diaries

I am a strong believers that artists should make whatever they want, but it is always exciting to see people explore outsider their comfort zone. Despite being known for more goofy, upbeat vids, Spuddstaaa has spent a lot of 2024 dipping his toe into the drama/sentiments pool and this one is my fave of his experiments.

Outside of the basic premises of the show, I don’t know much about this series or Maomao’s particular struggles, but there still manages to be this engaging underdog narrative to it all. It is nice to see this sorta loser coming of age amv with a female protag, both a bit tongue in cheek yet empathetic. The sparkly overlays really work, as does the dance footage for the climax, and by the end of things I feel the I want to sign up for this gal and all her shenanigans.

16. A Story of Despair and Hope by MarshmallowGoop

Audio: 15 Min Flame by Poets of the Fall

Visuals: Witch Hat Atelier

Although she had worked with some manga elements in the past, MarshmallowGoop said this was her first full on Resolve MMV, and I could barely believe it. There is no fear in using overlays, masks, and animations, to create so many engaging compositions.

The text also deserves special mention. MarshmallowGoops creates some of the most creative captions you might never see if you never consider to toggle them on, but here she goes all out in the vid itself. Not only does she pull from the lyrics of the song, but she also includes the manga text itself, often sync it to strong beats for pacing and dramatic effect. Which for an already tense part of the song, just ups that suspense even more.

She mentions initially wanting to make this vid longer and possibly coming back to this project to expand, but even just this 30 second snippet is such a delight

15. Crossings by AdventLostKaichou

Audio: Stray Italian Greyhound by Vienna Teng

Visuals: Hyouka

There is such a deliberateness to Kaichou’s editing here. Not only does it take a lot of masking to play with the partially coloring going on for most of the vid, but it is used for such delicious slowburn storytelling purposes.

Another commenter mentioned that Hyouka can be a “talking heads” kinda show, and she admitted to really wanting to make sure she didn’t just spend time using the iconic scenes of the show (and it in fact takes us until 1:49 to get some of the more iconic surrealness). So not only does the gradual increase in color help give us some sense of the male lead’s growing feelings, but she also plays with the coloring reverting back to its dull gray haze during moments of repression like at 2:16. By the time we reach the last chorus and the money shots, it is an earned moment of release that really matches the singer’s similarly overwhelming feelings.

The rest of the video is also great of course, but it is that attention to detail and care that makes a concept that could be one-note and cloying really work.

14. Never-Ending Dream by Madmegatex

Audio: Dreamstate by Son Lux

Visuals: Omori

Speaking of tension, this vid is another example of tight, deliberate control. I have never played Omori (although this vid did make me read up on it) so I can’t say how much the cutscenes are just like this or due to her manipulation, but either way, in the hands of a less skilled editor, this could be a very slow and boring vid.

But not only does Madmegatex make use of ever bit of movement and visual interest, but she is very careful in how information is given out. There is a clear structure and rhythm to it, even foreshadowing the central conflict haunting the protagonist. A scene as simple as the protag getting up to play the violin feels as dramatic as any high energy scene thanks to the careful context that has been built.

Despite the oppressive atmosphere dominating most of the vid, the move towards a hopeful conclusion is nice. Its not a clean ending, but it is one the lets you truly breath a sigh of relief, buoyed by the overall pitch perfect pacing.

13. angsty metal by Silent Hero Studios

Audio: Song 2 by Blur

Visuals: FLCL

Silent Hero is a master of just dropping some of the slickest action without any warning, which I guess is true to his name. Song 2 and FLCL feel like the kind of combo that should have existed the minute the anime came out, but whether this is truly the first time this was done, or this is only the latest render, Silent Hero makes it his own.

Not only is the overall flow and all the heavy beats extremely strong, but he is a genius at nailing down a lot of the more understated song elements, such as infectious riff from 1:15 - 1:18 or the singers vocal inflections at 0:51. I am always a sucker for internal sync, and he just makes it look like the easiest thing in the world. By the time it ends, I’m always just ready to cue it up again.

12. NiteLight by Radical Yue

Audio: The Night Out (Madeon Remix) by Martin Solveig

Visuals: Multisource

I can bounce off of big multisource upbeat videos sometimes as I like having something singular to really focus on. But what really keeps me glued to NiteLight is the atmosphere.

The neon aesthetic definitely unites the various sources together, but overall I really like the relaxed pace to it all. There’s a deliberate rise and fall for each drop that keeps the entire vid from just melting into a compilation of sakuga moments. A good example is the two HSR women dancing. While I’ve seen the more dramatic moments of this clip/video, Radical Yue lingers a lot in the flirtation and tenderness. And when the drop needs to drop we can kick into high gear just as easily, with several sweet masks.

Radical Yue mentioned being inspired by "Welcome to the DCC" by TakeshiAMV and Kuroo and how it seemed a celebration of anime in general. She accomplishes a pretty similar goal with this varied and lovely curated source list. It feels like a big party where there is something for everyone to enjoy, whether they are a veteran fan or just got into the medium yesterday.

11. Long Live Shonen by Sean.PNG

Audio: Lost in the Echo - Linkin Park remix by Paul Udarov

Visuals: Multisource

There have been some serious data about the impact Linkin Park has made on amvs. I could pull you up some sources, but I don’t think they’d be telling you anything you don’t already know. So using a remix to update the classic Linkin Park/Shonen formula is the kinda of concept that on its own gets butts in seats.

Best of all, Sean.PNG also kills it on execution. As talented as he is with stringing so many shows together, what really elevates it is how easily he redirects the motion. Some of the struggle I can get when editing action is feeling constrained and stagnant with my flow, but if Sean.PNG ever felt stuck like that, it doesn’t show in the final product. It all flows great without ever falling into predictability, just as comfortable using either subtle masks or basic cuts. Really one of those amvs I was so grateful I got to see on a big screen this year.

[zanyzendraws]

APRIL 2025 ZSA - It's Been So Long!

Soooo it's been a while since I've made these posts, so hihi everyone! Zen Service Announcement time!

Admittedly, I've been dead regarding literally any upload that wasn't just a random art dump on this blog or ANYWHERE TBH

That in mind, here's your monthly dose of ZanyZenDraws updates! (Monthly updates seem a lot more feasible than the weekly updates that I have previously attempted eons ago)

That in mind, let's get started! A bulletpoint list of things I'm going over:

Zen's Zaniness Hiatus

21st Birthday (Late Video, absolutely)

Hanashima's Advanced Class Progress Report

Life of Zen (MISC IRL UPDATES)

Final Thoughts

For those bulletpoints, look for their associated colored text under the cut!

Zen's Zaniness Hiatus

You may have noticed the absence of Zen's Zaniness since...

(flips through papers) Literally November. Jeez.

I'm aware some people may be confused about why I haven't been uploading anything regarding that. Honestly, what happened was a hurting wrist that screwed me over around that time period.

It definitely has healed (it was literally last year), but I decided to wait a bit before uploading. Make a backlog to last weeks. And think up more ideas so I don't run out of content next time.

So no, take this as an official statement.

Zen's Zaniness is not being abandoned. It is simply on an indefinite hiatus.

I have a couple of comics finished, and I've even designed some new characters so I can later take Zen's Zaniness in a different direction. A direction that feels a lot more fun to me!

Oh, those new characters in mind...

21ST BIRTHDAY (Late Video, Absolutely)

Those Zen's Zaniness characters were going to be in a fun video that introduced them, while also celebrating my upcoming birthday with a somewhat ridiculous (but fun) topic!

... It was gonna be fully in animatic form as well.

... If you know me well, you can most likely assume what happened.

(for those who don't know me well, I had overestimated my abilities again)

I had recorded the audio in March and yet -

... Oops.

On another note, I'm turning 21. Trippy.

But hey, on the channel, expect a late video celebration... whenever I release the damn thing. Could be weeks, could be months. I have a friend joining me for that video and he's iconic as fuck, so I hope you'll be able to see us be chaotic together!

Hanashima's Advanced Class Progress Report

So, multiple things to discuss regarding the project.

I don't know if I've previously mentioned this, but I have a few consultant friends that assist me with my webtoon project! Y'know, to ensure quality! (For now unless they explicitly state otherwise or allow me to tag them, I'll simply refer to them as Connor, Pestilence, and Cubed).

Upon discussing the progress I've had so far, we've noticed multiple glaring issues and plotholes. Nothing too big of a problem that would require me to scrap lots of things, but I was tempted to anyways (perfectionism, amiright?)

Thankfully, I had multiple consultants that highly advised against me scrapping large portions of episodes. Below is a visual representation of them holding me back from clicking "CTRL + ALT + DELETE:"

Thanks, guys!

The issues included the following:

Multiple characters seemingly not having a direction or feeling aimless with writing

Character tensions that should be included either being completely nonexistent or should be further emphasized

Same body syndrome within art pieces

Inconsistencies with character writing or behavioral issues that ruin immersion and written interactions

The current timeline of the story not making sense from realistic lenses

So we've discussed remedies for those issues alongside potential character fixes, so multiple characters have been revamped both writing and aesthetic-wise since me posting heavily on Tumblr.

In addition to that, for the sake of making progress, I've since switched over from a novel-style format of writing to something more similar to a script, so it should be less time consuming to write things. Admittedly, this should have been common sense, but oh well. "Live and Learn," as that one Sonic the Hedgehog track sings throughout its melody.

Things I'm currently focusing on writing wise are attempting to finish Season 1 still, but I'm definitely having a more solid outline than I used to, and I know the direction I want to take with each character thanks to consultant input. In addition, I've been trying to work on worldbuilding for Hanashima Island itself (main story location).

In regards to art, a height chart of my OCs and "promotional" materials (if you can call them that) are currently in the works, and I'm brainstorming ideas for the school's layout and their dorms.

Be on the lookout for those! Perhaps a speedpaint will bless (or curse) your eyes in the future!

Life of Zen

Not much on my end aside from experimenting more with art, and obsessing over things such as Sonic the Hedgehog. I've also tried playing Genshin Impact for the first time not too long ago, since my brother and I play together :3

I hope to get one man... since he reminds me of another beloved...

It's literally the same actor! Leavemealone!!!! RAHHHH

I also watched Arcane recently. That was really cool.

Honestly, aside from working on personal endeavors (which will not be disclosed since internet privacy lmao), I've been just been working on projects and trying to chillax (brainrot) a bit before I start up school again in about a month. Expect less activity in May onward.

I mean I'm already dead, but who knows?

FINAL THOUGHTS

As my birthday approaches, I've been awfully reflective recently. Not just about my art, but my life and the person I've become.

Sometimes I wonder if I'm at the point that I need to be at in my life or if I fall behind.

I mean, on social media, all you see are people living their best lives and their successes? Where would I end up? If not amongst those people who are constantly having wins and on that 'grindset' or whatever, would I even be successful? Would I remain insignificant? Stagnant? Am I complacent?

Nah. I work too hard on projects to be the latter, at least.

It's at a certain moment that I then remembered that the internet allows you, the user, to filter out everything. The good and bad.

This is something I attempt to try and remember every time I doubt my own capabilities and goals. People will fail, and that's part of being human. But most people online don't wish to showcase humanity, but rather they wish to embody an ideal. Of themselves or whatever expectation they supposedly meet and fulfill.

Social media is meant to share life, but it's not life itself. A sentiment I tend to forget, but this upcoming birthday allows me to remind myself of that.

As I turn 21, I hope I can continue growing as an artist and sharing the pieces I make with everyone. I hope the content I crank out will one day make people comforted the same way that online comics and fanart have comforted me in the past.

... Sappy stuff aside, I can try wine.

Stay sweet, and stay zany everyone!

Remember cringe culture is dead. Ship people with your OCs/self inserts if it brings you serotonin. I'll be drooling over Kinger.

-ZanyZenDraws

[ndostairlyrium]

✨ A Process ✨

For this mess

And I'm including slides since gifs today don't wanna work 🤡 I usually start with a sketch. I rarely use clean lines because they're not useful for my workflow. What makes the sketch useful for me is that, aesthetically, it gives more of a painterly feeling to the final results, but most importantly I can pick (by pressing ALT while using the brush tool) the colors of the lines and integrate them to the painting process - which in this case I didn't do massively because primary blue is high coverage

The layers I added above the sketch are just the blue layer in multiply, then a normal layer that I clipped to the one in multiply so I could get back to it in case things went south - and it happened lol

I executed the colors in the normal layer. I did this so I could have the influence of either the pale blue and the textured brush I used for achieving that background

Now it's time to be reckless, but partially. I put all those layers in a folder, duplicated the folder and merged one of the two (ctrl+e). I just hid the original one and worked with everything on a single layer. Yes, I can explain o-o'' When I'm done with a decent base I usually work with merged layers. For me it's easier to control the painting this way. I can take advantage of the influence of the brushes I'm using, I can work on different portions without checking if thing x is in layer a or b... ...BUT in case I don't like the direction I'm taking, having a backup folder with all the layers is a life saviour. I'm still in time to take a deep breath, reorganize myself and start fresh without having to throw away everything

I'm still studying a bit the situation because even if this is my go-to technique, I don't usually depend on such bright colors. My bases are often muted, unless I have a magenta day, magenta is my bestie in these last months, in case you havent noticed *coughs*

For this serie I didn't really work on a super complex or defined background because I wanted something less fabricated << which is something I do often when I just want to go with the flow rather than planning things

I usually post-produce my paintings a lot, but in this case I just added a layer with a plain sienna in soft light to make the pinks pop, nothing much. Before merging the layers and saving the picture I usually observe the pic and use one or more of these tools: -ctrl+l to check on the contrasts -ctrl+b for influencing lights, midtones, and shadows with other colors -ctrl+u to fix the saturation, brightness, and predominant color

I realize my workflow is quite messy and a bit intimidating, but for me it's very freeing :' I hope I explained everything in a proper way, but in case you needed clarifications my inbox is open ;u;

[varshadubey1]

What to Wear When You Have Nothing to Wear — Mood-Boosting Outfits That Just Work

Standing in front of a full wardrobe, scanning hangers like it’s a clearance sale… and still thinking, “I have nothing to wear.”

It doesn’t matter how many outfits you own — some days, your brain just refuses to cooperate. Maybe you’re tired. Maybe it’s one of those mornings. Maybe your mood needs a lift, or you just want to feel like yourself again.

Here’s the truth: what we wear affects how we feel. Fashion isn’t just about looking good — it’s about feeling ready to face the world.

So here’s a little cheat sheet for those “nothing to wear” days — outfits that I (and many women I know) swear by to boost the mood, reclaim the day, and show up feeling 100% you.

🧡 1. The Oversized Kurta Magic

Let’s start desi and real.

An oversized cotton kurta, preferably in a soft fabric and block print, is pure comfort. Pair it with cigarette pants or even jeans, throw on some silver jhumkas, and you’ve got an effortlessly beautiful look.

Why it works: It’s breathable, easy, and still looks elegant. No fuss — just flair.

Bonus: Apply a little kajal, tie your hair in a bun, and you're suddenly radiating quiet confidence.

💛 2. Jeans + White Shirt = Classic Reset

It’s fashion’s version of Ctrl+Alt+Del.

A crisp white shirt tucked into your favourite high-waist jeans never goes out of style. Add a messy bun, a pop of lip color (hello, deep red or nude pink), and you’re ready for anything — brunch, a meeting, or a walk around the city.

Why it works: Minimalist. Clean. Universal. The white shirt makes you feel structured when your mood isn’t.

💖 3. The “Feel-Good Dress”

You know the one. That printed midi or wrap dress that always earns compliments, feels soft, and fits like it was made for you.

It might not even be new. But it’s your emotional support outfit.

Why it works: Dresses require no pairing. One item, and you're styled head to toe. Ideal for low-effort days when you still want to feel like sunshine.

💜 4. Lounge Wear, But Make It Fashion

Gone are the days when comfortwear had to be boring.

Co-ord sets, ribbed loungewear, or soft pastel joggers with a crop tee — these are your modern power suits for casual days. Add small gold hoops, a messy bun, and slides or sneakers.

Why it works: Comfy and aesthetic. Like a warm hug with style points.

💙 5. A Kurta with Sneakers

Yes, mix it up.

Pick a straight-cut kurta (short or long), pair it with skinny jeans or leggings, and throw on white sneakers. You’ll feel culturally rooted but super fresh.

Why it works: The mix of ethnic and casual energizes your look — and your mood.

Also, sneakers = instant confidence.

💚 6. All-Black Everything

If all else fails — go black.

A black tee, black trousers or leggings, a black tote, and even a black scrunchie. Black slims, simplifies, and somehow always makes you feel powerful.

Why it works: Black is the color of ease and edge. It makes decision-making easier and gives a calm yet bold vibe.

🌸 The Real Secret?

It’s not about what you wear. It’s about how you wear it.

Own it. Wear it like it’s the only thing that matters. Put on that kurta with pride, those jeans with power, or that dress with joy. And if nothing works — go for comfort. Soft fabrics and warm colors are proven mood lifters.

Add little things that make you feel better: 💄 A swipe of lipstick 🌺 A spritz of your favorite perfume 🎧 Your favorite playlist 👣 Comfy shoes you can walk miles in

Because here’s the thing — on those “nothing to wear” days, you’re not dressing for the world. You’re dressing to reconnect with yourself.

So the next time you feel stuck, overwhelmed, or just plain meh, come back to this post. Your wardrobe is already filled with magic. You just need to find the pieces that remind you who you are.

🧵 What’s your go-to outfit when you feel like you have nothing to wear? Let’s build a mood-boosting wardrobe together in the comments below.

[campingbagandstuff]

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… 1. dancer linkin park breaking the habit, somewhere I belong, what I've done bee gees stayin' alive wynter gordon believer, buy my love, levitate, don't stop me exo love shot namie amuro hero neonlight lipstick nelly & kelly my boo Guchi All Over You owl city fireflies (ft. carly rae jepsen call me maybe) good time, scott pilgrim black sheep flairs trucker's delight michael jackson thriller, black or white, billie jean nero my eyes, guilt, innocence, promises, crush on you, me & you, AVI miss murder nicki minaj your love, pills & potions Tyler Shaw Kiss Goodnight Blackout Crew Put A Donk On It, HAIM pray to God, beyonce hello, duran duran come undone, britney spears everytime

GloRilla, Cardi B Tomorrow 2, toto africa, , men at work down under, aerosmith sweet emotion, troye sivan got me started, globe anytime smoking cigarette, aesthetic perfection ft. nyxx LAX, banky w capable, Strong Ting, calvin harris & disciples how deep is your love, sevdaliza human, sirens of the caspian, bluecid, ellie goulding starry eyed, alan walker faded, tinchy stryder number 1 avicii wake me up, levels martin garrix animals sydney samson riverside DJ fresh gold dust lindsey stirling shatter me, Masquerade, Love Goes On and On ft. Amy Lee of Evanescence, cash cash we don't sleep at night Coco Jones, Tyler Williams Guardian Angel (from "Let It Shine") VNV Nation nova (shine your light on me) nanka's long version, Ne-Yo (Miss Independent, come closer) She Knows ft. Juicy J, Trey songs love faces, bottoms up {clean}, Skrillex make it bun dem, first of the year (equinox), bangatrang, scary monsters & nice sprites, " [ft. Justin Bieber] where are U now, Luniz - I Got 5 On It, zheani fuck the hollywood cult, skin walker, lava lulu, paramore pressure, aint it fun, still into you, halleluyah, crushcrushcrush, brick by boring brick, only exception, that's what you get, monster, anklebiters, now, all I wanted, careful, emergency, ignorance, daydreaming, last hope, fast in my car, let the flames begin, all we know, Christian+++ amen amen blessings & glory, you are my all in all, above all, miracle worker, covenant keeping God, Adonai, oyigiyigi, blessed be your name, holy holy holy lord God almighty, halleluyah for our lord God, agnus dei, majesty, you are the pillar we the kingdom holy water, vicki yohe mercy seat, because of who you are chris tomlin amazing grace (my chains are gone), the script the man who can't be moved, snow patrol chasing cars, keane (somewhere only we know, everybody's changing), green day (21 guns, wake me up when september ends) daniel powter bad day, the fray how to save a life, oasis don't look back in anger, blink-182 I miss you, joji sanctuary, post malone circles, the smashing pumpkins 1979, sixpence there she goes, coldplay speed of sound, garnidelia kishikaisei, reol…, Alesha Dixon Let's Get Excited, bob dylan like a rolling stone, reve CTRL+ALT+DEL, Pia Mia {https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M0it_zMP-EM&list=PLhKzWG0QcgVip6o5Ehtl9sfTRS-aB40RW&index=5}, mr. president,

[benefits1986]

weakly pl

I can't explain why the PL is weak or ako ba 'yung weak?

Sa ngalan ng mga dagsa ng mga ganaps at utos, ang mga PL na mala-Split ang nagtawid sa atin this week. Don't worry. Walang TS masyado kasi she's but a particle in my algo. Syempre, dahil nga nauubusan na tayo ng PL vibe forda flow, may isang PL na tila made by the bots. No name reveal na lang din ng PL, pero, I cannot unsee the profile and the un-core memories that come with it.

'Yung PL is giving all boys na may sorta character arc development finally. LOL. Sorry na agad. Minus points na naman ako sa langit at lupa neto. Etong PL na 'to mala-passenger princess na very technical 'yung driver daig Grab or suking manong taxi pa-South to Diliman levels. Kaya siya may character arc development is most of the songs here are refreshed BUT the beats are beating, baby. May lalim na 'yung kahambugan. May wisdom na kasama going beyond wisdom tooth. Then, most likely pang-weekend ito na ginawaang ng oras at effort pero gusto looks effortless. Dating locations may include physical games like basketball, arcade or console game, arts or something similar, puwedeng rin OOT or nearby depende kung busy much or not so much. Ginalingan ba? Saks lang. Basic pero upgraded. Probably ang goal is to reach 1TB Pro Max levels pero umeedad na. Meal choice syempre 'yung aesthetic na pakak sa tingin niya. Probably, something super OG or super new bordering eccentric. LOL. Tapos and ending tatanungin ka ng tanong to the tune of 'Wag Muna Tayong Umuwi. Tacca.

Side Note: Etong profile na 'to e based sa first-hand source bilang umiinit na naman ang ulo ko. Ang aga-aga. Ingay kasi ng kulit dog ko. Pasensya na. God bless. Based ang data na 'to sa very few all boys na nakadaupang palad na mala-suntukan na lang tayo sessions ng inyong abang-lingkod ages ago. As in mejj bagets dhzai pa tayo. Pero may maturity naman na kahit kapurit on both sides. Pero mas maraming gapang lusak sa immaturity on both sides din. HAHAHAHAHA. JUSQ. I KENNAT UNSEE. I KENNAT CTRL + ALT + DEL.

As a super close XY friend said in our annual catch up na mejj fancy: Naku. Akala ko ba nakapili ka na? Mas hassle 'yang stance mo ngayon. Ang tanong kasi ano bang plano mo? Saan mo gustong dalhin ka? Mahirap kang hanapan pero meron 'yan. Game ka na talaga a? Sure? Syempre, wala tayong pagbabanggit na matino, kasi, gulat-gulat talaga meeeee. Nagsimula 'to nung pandemic. FUCK PANDEMIC. Parang ang tumal ng galawan sa lez side of life and sumakto talaga na ang leads natin e puro XY. Siguro, bored lang ako. Make that, bored lang talaga ako. Saka legit naman ang mga sources bilang mga quality-ish din naman silang tunay. Kaso, eto na nga biggest roadblock ko...

'Pag kasi mga edadan ko na, aba, girl, marrying vibes is giving bombs, bombs, bombs. And me, I seek for bomb shelter. Ganern. Avoidance ba? 'Di ko sure e. Kasi, kung ako lang, eto set up ko. Menopause > Date XY. Para tapos na. E, wala pa talaga tayo sa stage na 'yun kahit since 30, 'yun na wish ko. Plus, again, my lola's bunso came to the crazy fambam at the very tender age of 45, baabbbbyyyy. I KENNAT.

And so, para sa mga girlaloo na nasa turf ng mga all boys, here's your noona's notes aka shit show guide. CHOZ.

The chase is gonna be sooooo good pero for me, ang isang challenge is sino bang unang susuko. Sinong unang mag-lay ng card sa table? Pilyo levels: 1000000. Maginoo pero gago levels: 100000000000. Seryoso ba sila? Yes. Pero parang hindi kasi askad kahit matatalino.

Kidding aside, napansin ko lang, gusto nila 'yung boyish. May comment pa nga akong natanggap straight up na gusto niya na gawing babaeng tunay ang mga all girls. Syempre sinabi ko, ibaba ako sa tabing daan because it's so condescending in all levels. Nakakangilo. Though, eto, because I come in peace, siguro kasi they are immersed in the world of crazy, crazier, and craziest women in their lives. Case in point, moms and grandmos, may tita at ate pa. Hahahahaha.

Next, sparks? Kung eto ay basehan ng kasungitan ng both sides, okay pyromusical tayo diyan. LOLOLOL. ULOL. Sa sungitan kasi nagsisimula ang mga bagay na mismong ako, nagtataka mula noon hanggang ngayon. Technique na sobrang gasgas: Bombing ng mga chixx nila. And me naman, 'di kasi ako selosa in general. Pero 'pag nagselos ako, disengage. Bye. HAHAHAHAHA. 'Di rin ako matanong kasi ng mga ganaps in general. 'Di rin ako masilip ng PM or DM sa phone. Kadire. Eww. So, tawang-tawa lang talaga ako.

'Yang hiritan portion na: Bakit single ka pa? Matanda ka na? Jusq. Bata pa ako naririnig ko na 'yan. Syempre, back at you kagulo kang kulugo ka ako. Umiinit ulo ko 'pag ganito e. And napupunta lang sa: Onti na lang kasi straight at matino ngayon na lalaki. Tapos ikaw, andami mong choices, pero single ka pa rin? Ano na? Ano? Suntukan. HAHAHAHAHAHA. So, at my age, maganda na rin na na-experience ko 'to before kasi marunong na ako 'di ma-offend ng bongga.

Tingin kasi sa mga "aging" women ay may expiration date in the light of bearing a fucking babe in this dilapidated world full of fucking social constructs. PERIOD. Syempre, radical feminist daw ako masyado. I say: FUCK OFF. Think with your upper brain. Try mo minsan. Maiba naman.

May ilang versions pa 'yang mga pakawala kung saan, legit na display ng kapasidad ng wallet nila right in my face. As a very graphic example: Breadwinner. Hindi old rich. Walang generational wealth. Generational trauma 1000000. Single. Never married. No kids. Raising X number of households with more than 8 dogs na pakak. And I'm like, may binibili ka ba? Kasi, baka hindi mo afford e. Also me: Bata ka pa pero vibe mo is giving sugardhazdee na, sir. Easy. BOOGSH.

Also, usapang self-made and ego. Etong mga nakadaupang-palad ko e mga hardjivers, in all fairness naman. Praktikal sila I guess because they've had woodworking, drafting, immersions, and the works early on. However, ang seselan. Ang aarte. Akala mo kinagwapo nila ang pagiging ems nila. Saka may angas silang tahimik at masungit sa umpisa, pero bumabayo at bumabagyo na madalas napapailing na lang ako. For me kasi, ano ka ba after your folio talaga. 'Di naman kasi puwedeng folio and ego and funds lang din labanan. Side Note: As a legit cancer ng lipunan, favorite ko kasi talaga mangulangot. So, alam na. What I mean is, isang paraan para mahugasan ang mga kasalanan ng mga maselang XY na 'to e, wala akong pake kahit na saan. Isama mo pa diyan 'yung pag-burp lalo after a super good meal ng mala-kargador. Bayad-utang sa mga sobrang lalang kaartehan nila na akala mo anak sila ng juicekolerd. As an example, if magka-anak ka ba, kaya mo bang sisipin ang uhog ng infant mo 'pag clogged nose levels niya 100000 tapos 'di ubra 'yung nifty gadget to do the trick? Serious question 'yan. Kasi dad ko, kaya kahit stress na stress siya as a first time dad noon hanggang ngayon. LOL. Another example, kaya mo bang ibaba pride mo na ang asawa mo mas malaki sweldo sa'yo or papunta na siya doon? Isa pa, eto yata favorite ko. Could you actually let your manly guard down 'pag may sakit kang malala at need mo ng help or naniniwala ka ba talaga sa fallacy na my money, my rules? Kapag ba may hassle sa pamilya, 'di mo ba ikakahiyang tunay or would you take super against you and the rest of the world? In a line: Will you really, really flush down your ego down the drain consistently? Ikaw na bahala sumagot niyan kasi, bahala ka na diyan talaga. BYE. Hahahahaha.

Andami ko pang gustong idagdag, pero, baka TMI na naman. Yes, 'di pa 'to TMI. For McQueen and GC din 'to sa kanilang road to being The Man on Their Way to Find The Last One kung gusto nila at kaya nila to do so. Kasalanan 'to ng algo na makaungkat ng nakaraan, wagas. Road to AI jowa na nga yata ito or baka naman... Abangan! Susunod! Eklusibo!

[rinsoap]

˚ ༘ ♡⋆｡˚ ﾐ the big inarizaki three's favourite artists! (remastered)

✿²˖ ࣪ ➣ includes : suna rintaro. atsumu miya. osamu miya.

note : HEYYY IT'S BEEN A HOT MINUTE LMFAO my bad y'all... i'm hyperfixated on haikyuu again + i've been real fixated on music 4 the past year so i thought i should revisit this lol

SUNA RINTARO:

!!? of course he likes playboi carti. who do u think he is?! he found most of his favourite artists from tiktok or his friends and the one exception is playboi carti. he's BEEN a fan since his self titled debut album. he's so annoying about disliking carti's new era. def went as vamp carti for halloween. he was really into the corny ass opium aesthetic when it first became popular until his friends had to tell him it wasn't hard 😭 once he discovered real alternative like metal, he chilled out lol.

his favourite songs by playboi carti are:

★ lean 4 real (ft skepta) on the die lit album.

★ flex on the playboi carti album.

★ not pLaying on the whole lotta red album.

!!? i still believe he's a kpop fan and his favourite group is new jeans. don't talk to me. he loves all that melodic kpop like bibi and IU. don't worry though, he's not a weirdo about it, he just loves the mv lore. he's watched the ditto mv a hundred times over and TRUST the new ep had him geeked. he even has a stan twitter account but it's private and only the miya twins and iwaizumi are following it YES him and iwa r bffs YES iwa put him on most of favourite artists

his favourite songs by new jeans are:

★ get up on the newjeans 2nd EP 'get up'.

★ right now on the supernatural EP.

★ attention on the newjeans 1st EP 'new jeans'.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: LOOP (ft lil cherry) by yves. jennifer's body by ken carson. be quiet and drive (far away) by deftones. true romance by pinkpantheresss. I THINK by tyler, the creator.

OSAMU MIYA:

!!? he's been into metal since forever. he's the coolest deftones fan as in he's not fucking annoying about 🙏 he likes a lot of alt rock he might even be an honourary goth. he's still mad at anthony fantano for only rating koi no yokan a 6/10. has a big around the fur poster in his room that definitely has scared atsumu when he gets up in the middle of the night.

his favourite songs by deftones are:

★ 7 words on the adrenaline album.

★ dai the flu on the around the fur album.

★ rx queen on the white pony album.

!!? average MF DOOM lover... he started listening to him after hearing him on the gta 5 radio him n suna n atsumu play all the time and he was immediately obsessed. the orgin story to him being rap snob. it's not as bad as it was for suna with carti but he's big into old school alternative/underground hiphop and to the right crowd it can come off dorky which is who he is at heart!!! but mostly it just comes off sooo pretentious lol. "did you know mm... food is an anagram of mf doom 🤓" they faces killing me why no one gaf 😭

his favourite songs by MF DOOM are:

★ raid on the madvillainy album.

★ vomitspit on the MM...FOOD album.

★ go with the flow on the operation: doomsday album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: survival tactics by joey bada$$. love will tear us apart by joy division. through the wire by kanye west. pretty by korn. you know how we do it by ice cube.

MIYA ATSUMU:

!!? ooh i just KNOW he's a brent faiyaz stan. look at his stupid face and then look me in my eyes and TELL ME he's not blasting larger than life 24/7. he loves stereotypical rnb him n oikawa will literally arrange cry sessions to ctrl by sza... but anyways. the way he turns into the most conceited and insufferable mf when he listens to brent's music must be studied... bro he'll turn on role model and start winking at himself in the mirror like SOMEONE STOP HIMMM

his favourite songs by brent faiyaz are:

★ ALL MINE on the WASTELAND album.

★ upset on the larger than life album.

★ talk 2 u on the sonder son album.

!!? he loves his sexy rnb but he also lovesss his pop girlies and the bridge between that is doja cat. he's an og fan of course he was bumpin say so BEFORE it got big or so he says he's a big fan of the hiphop elements of her music. and ooh best believe he is LIVING for her scarlet era he is a demons defender till he dies. "you guys just didn't understand what she was going for" right..

his favourite songs by doja cat are:

★ bottom bitch on the hot pink album

★ go off on the scarlet album.

★ options (ft JID) on the planet her album.

⌗ HONOURABLE SONG MENTIONS: never lose me (ft SZA and cardi b) by flo milli. espresso by sabrina carpenter. feels like summer by childish gambino. ex for a reason (with JT from city girls) by summer walker. mrs. officer by lil wayne.

[sciencestyled]

When Art Hits Ctrl+Alt+WTF: The Wacky World of Interactive Installations

Greetings, Earthlings and digital nomads! Buckle up for a wild ride through the zany intersection of technology and art. Today’s adventure is all about interactive installations. Imagine walking into a gallery, only to realize the art is eyeing you back, like Mona Lisa after too many espressos. Yes, we’re talking about art that’s alive—sort of. These installations react to your presence or actions, like a digital Labrador eager for a belly rub. Welcome to the quirky, unpredictable, and outright bonkers universe of interactive art!

Picture this: you step into a dark room, and suddenly, lights explode in a cacophony of colors as if you’ve just hacked into the Matrix but with better aesthetics. That’s the magic of light installations that change with movement. It’s like a rave, but instead of sweaty people in neon, you get a sophisticated visual symphony that responds to your every step. Move left, and the lights follow, move right, and they chase you like a caffeine-deprived squirrel on a sugar high.

Let’s talk specifics, my friends. Remember that time when Kanye decided he was not just a musician but a living, breathing art piece? Think of interactive installations as the Kanye West of the art world: loud, in-your-face, and impossible to ignore. Take Rafael Lozano-Hemmer’s “Pulse Room,” for instance. This beast of an installation reads your heartbeat and translates it into a pulsating light show. It’s like Tinder for your pulse—a match made in electrocardiogram heaven. Imagine your heart rate going viral, literally lighting up a room. It's intimate, personal, and a little creepy, kind of like Facebook's targeted ads.

But wait, there’s more! Remember those touch-sensitive exhibits that make you feel like a wizard in a Hogwarts hallway? Step right up to “Petting Zoo,” an installation by Minimaforms. These robotic tendrils react to your touch, swaying and curling in response. It’s part science fiction, part snake charming, and entirely mesmerizing. The tendrils don’t just move—they emote. Touch them gently, and they purr like contented kittens; yank them, and they recoil faster than you can say “Expelliarmus!”

Now, if you think that’s the peak of crazy, let’s throw in a dash of augmented reality for good measure. Imagine walking through a park where the sculptures burst into song and dance when you point your smartphone at them. This is the reality cooked up by teams like TeamLab, whose digital forests and oceans ripple and shimmer in response to your gestures. It’s like being trapped inside a Pixar movie, with fewer plot holes and more dopamine.

But why stop there? Let’s dive into the significance of these digital da Vincis. Interactive installations are not just art—they’re a full-contact sport. They engage viewers in a dynamic dialogue, making you part of the masterpiece. It’s not about standing in hushed reverence before a painting, trying to decipher what the artist meant by that weird blob in the corner. No, this is art that shouts back, “What do YOU think?” It’s an existential Twitter thread with more coherence and fewer trolls.

Think of it as an artistic Roomba, constantly adapting and learning from its environment. It democratizes art, making it accessible and relevant to a generation raised on Snapchat filters and TikTok duets. Interactive installations are the ultimate blend of technology and art, where the viewer’s participation isn’t just encouraged; it’s essential. You are not a passive observer but an active co-creator. It’s like playing a video game where you’re both the player and the NPC, breaking the fourth wall and rebuilding it with memes.

Speaking of memes, let’s not forget how these installations tap into our collective psyche. They’re like the perfect TikTok loop, designed to hook you in and keep you engaged. Remember “Rain Room” by Random International? A room where it rains, but you stay dry. Step in, and the water stops around you, a millennial Moses parting the sea of precipitation. It’s Instagram bait with a capital I. You’re not just experiencing art; you’re curating your digital persona, one #RainRoom selfie at a time.

Now, for the pièce de résistance, let’s dissect the chaotic beauty of interactive sound installations. Picture a space where your footsteps create symphonies, each movement a note in a grand orchestral cacophony. Think of Janet Cardiff’s “The Forty Part Motet,” where 40 speakers play different voices in a choir, each one positioned to give you a surround-sound experience that’s more immersive than a VR rollercoaster. Walk through it, and you orchestrate your own personal soundtrack, a maestro of madness in a concert hall of chaos.

What’s the takeaway here, folks? Interactive installations are the love child of technology and art, born from the delirious minds of artists who see the world not as it is, but as it could be. They transform passive viewers into active participants, turning galleries into playgrounds and art into an adventure. So, next time you encounter an installation that responds to your presence or actions, don’t just stand there—engage, interact, and let your inner artist run wild. After all, in the wacky world of interactive installations, the only limit is your imagination and maybe your phone’s battery life.

[artifyy]

What is Digital Art?

Digital art is any artwork that draws upon digital technology as an essential part of its creative process.

It encompasses a wide range of techniques, from digital drawings, paintings and illustration, to photos, videos and even sculpture. All can be classed as digital art, so long as they’re created, enhanced or exhibited digitally.

Some artists may also produce prints and exhibit in-person, while others might go straight to a virtual or online environment.

In an increasingly online world where children might access a tablet as easily as a colouring book, it’s a gateway for many aspiring creatives. And as you’re not confined by physical materials or media, the possibilities can be seemingly endless.

Some people might choose digital art or electronic painting for practical reasons – others for creative ones.

Some of its core advantages include:

Flexibility. With digital art, you can give Whistler’s Mother a glow-up (though you’ll likely need permission first!) or create a mind-blowing VR installation. If you can imagine it, you can probably create it — all you need is some technical know-how and creative skill.

Enhancements. Some creatives use technology to enhance their traditional, physical artwork. A painter could upload their work to editing software to improve an individual stroke, deepen a shade or add an entirely new colour.

Accessibility.  Digital accessibility measures, from colourblind-friendly design to image alt text, can help more people enjoy your work.

Budget. You can create art on most mobile devices and laptops. Though you’ll need some form of down payment for most equipment, you won’t have to continue buying physical art materials.

Efficiency. If you damage or make a mistake on a physical artwork, you might have to start again. If your work is digital, you can repair it with a simple ctrl+z.

Aesthetics. Digital art opens up a galaxy of aesthetic opportunities in 2D or 3D media. There are tools for almost every creative decision you could make.

Space and waste. Traditional artists normally need a studio full of canvasses and materials. With digital artwork, you can get started with a tablet and create from your kitchen table.

Speed. Switch between tools and colours in just a few clicks. You won’t have to worry about refilling your palettes, either.

Digital art has diverse applications in the art world:

Some artists draw, paint, model and create work entirely using digital applications.  

Others scan and edit their physical artwork using computer programmes.

Finally, some might be entirely computer generated, using data, fractals and algorithms. 

Digital art is a simple term for a big topic. It spans everything from iPhone sketches to electronic paintings, 8-bit throwbacks and mind-blowing CGI.

Many acclaimed artists such as David Hockney and Rachel Whiteread have decided to create and exhibit their work digitally, while budding creatives need only look to their smartphones to get started.

[ctrl-alt-aesthetic]

moodboard but words

super rich kids by frank ocean

gold jewelry

colorful knitwear

tortoiseshell claw clips

candles

white linen

a whiff of pine

herbs in the windowsill

freshly squeezed citrus

big open windows

a soft breeze

a glass of moscato on the wooden coffee table

film camera

vintage new yorker magazines

sparkling water

chunky sunglasses

jukai by jhené aiko

tiled bathroom walls

sketchbook and graphite pencil

seedless green grapes

analog desk clocks

vietnamese spring rolls

a parked, cream-colored moped

a soft kiss

lawn party

a red checkered picnic blanket

fresh tomato vines

empty roads

a meadow

a cool, rippling pool

a white cat, sleeping under the shady orange tree

afternoon birdsong

rolling vineyards

laughter in the distance

[ctrl-alt-languages]

french crash course: le passé simple

creating this bc i have to take an advanced french course and i just realized that i dont really know this ~important tense~ and creating posts helps me learn :)

P.C.= passé composé

P.S.= passé simple

most frequent usage: formal, literary, historical writing. NOT used as much as passé composé because P.C. is used INFORMALLY in everyday speech. as a non-native speaker, i’m assuming that using the passé simple in informal speech would be pretty weird since it’s only literary. 

purpose of P.S: expresses past action or event (like P.C.)

steps to create a word in P.S.: 

drop the root of the ver (drop -er, -ir, -re)

add P.S. root (see list below for -er, -ir, re, basically the plural form of each verb are the only ones that are unfamiliar)

examples: il aida les filles avec ses devoirs. après son aide, elles finirent ses devoirs. 

SPECIAL CIRCUMSTANCES: verbs ending in -cer become “ç” in the passe simple. Verbs ending in ‐ger change ‐g to ‐ge before ‐a (basically if a word already has a soft consonant, KEEP IT! 

IRREGULAR VERBS: with irregular verbs, as usual, it gets a little funky. you have to consider both a different verb ending as well as different roots for SOME of the verbs (most of them follow imparfait/conditionnel, but a few are different- you don’t necessarily need to memorize them, just recognize them when they show up in a text and such because it can easily be mixed up with something like the future tense if you don’t consider context hard enough) 

IRREGULAR ENDINGS (most common): 

IRREGULAR ROOTS LIST: 

as you can see, there are a lot of familiar elements in the passe simple, which makes you see why P.C. is that much easier logically since a lot of the irregular verbs are also used in not only P.C. but also other tenses. for the weird word roots i think it’s be easiest to make flash cards to memorize them, but honestly i think the most important part of the tense is just simply recognizing and understanding it, since i guess that not a lot of people actually use it in their day to day language.