#A CUNTY SONG FOR CUNTY IDOLS

[leatherbookmark]

obsessed with people losing their minds about how Gross and Pedo macaroni cheese is because you see 1. macaroni cheese means wet pussy and nothing else!!!! ever!!!!, and 2. the group is named 'young posse' which sounds like 'young pussy'. see? IT ALL ADDS UP, THE AGENDA IS UPON US

and like. the girls wrote the lyrics themselves. it's about food because one of the members saw a food advert and couldn't think of anything else during songwriting class. the song is literally about loving a dish and wanting to eat it all day. help

i could say something about the way a song written by teenage girls about food -- something something society policing everything about women and girls' relationship with food, from what they eat to how much and in what way -- is reinterpreted, by Concerned Citizens™, as "disgusting", "pedophilic" and "clearly sexualized and sexualizing".

i could!

but instead i'll just say that i'm disappointed but overall not surprised by how stupid the general fandom proves to be.

not a single brain cell in sight. individual thoughts? forget it. everyone spits about critically examining your own biases, but it's nothing but an empty catchphrase, because everyone gives every single issue maybe 5 seconds of thought tops, and even so they still grasp at the closest buzzword and call it a day. not to mention to insistence that korean songwriters -- especially teenage and beginner korean songwriters -- are up to date with american culture and consciously make use of it. fucking. sure

[libraryofzeglyth]

edit by thvgenre | posted october 5, 2022

[natjennie]

im not a horrible histories kid like I really don't know anything about it but. good lord dick turpin highwayman is cunty. a serve if you will. the whole song is a fucking bop that's like "I wasn't cool, I was a lame asshole, don't idolize me" and then they made him look like this.

[ghostlynightpanda]

hii! could you write a aib hc when seeing y/n performing as a gen 2 k-pop idol? (their concepts are the same as AOA or T-ara,...) could be in a group or a solo artist, whatever you choose, if it helps you with ideas! I just want to see how would the characters react seeing them performing to all those cunty songs— under your writing.

thank you, luv! ><

AIB Characters react to Reader being a Gen 2 K-Pop Idol

content/warnings: Ann, Kuina, Mira, Aguni, Niragi, Last Boss, Chishiya, canon typical blood and violence, 3.600 words

Ann

The night was humid, thick with ocean salt and danger. The Beach compound was buzzing with its usual chaos—half-dressed players swimming, laughing, plotting quietly in corners. The game for the day had been brutal, the kind that left even the most hardened competitors exhausted and bloodstained.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

There was a makeshift stage lit up with salvaged floodlights and strung-up neon tubes, pulsing pink and electric blue. Hatter, the leader of the Beach, in one of his more whimsical moods, declared a mandatory "morale celebration." Which really meant: show, dance, entertain us, or else.

That's when you stepped up. The girl who always wore eyeliner even in a survival game. The one who walked like the world still had paparazzi. No one knew exactly how you made it this far, but the whispers around the Beach said you were deadly in Hearts games and danced like a siren in a mirror maze.

Tonight, you were in your element. You walked on stage in a crop top made from repurposed vinyl, glimmering under the lights, high-waisted shorts hugging your frame, boots stomping like you owned the earth. The backing track started—something with heavy synths, pulsing bass, and attitude—and then it began.

You hit that first move like a whip crack. Hair flip. Hip thrust. Finger snap.

The crowd lost it.

And standing at the very back, her arms folded and eyes unreadable, was Ann.

She hadn't meant to stay. She hated this kind of spectacle—wasteful energy, forced joy, noise for noise's sake. She only came because Hatter asked her to keep an eye on the new recruits. But then the music started. Then you started.

Ann couldn't look away.

Your confidence was dangerous. Not just in the way you danced—fluid, fierce, unapologetically cunty—but in the way you smiled at the crowd like you weren't stuck in a kill-or-be-killed nightmare. You danced like the deadly games didn't exist. Like the stage was the real world and this was your comeback performance.

Ann's fingers twitched. She remembered nights before all this, going to clubs in Shibuya, watching girls like you on TVs in cafes or advertisements in train stations. She never gave them much thought then. But here, under the deadly fluorescent glow of the Beach?

You were magnetic.

Every body roll, every wink, every pointed toe screamed: I am still alive, and I am not afraid of being seen.

The song ended with a hair toss and a cheeky smirk. You struck your final pose like a blade through the silence. The crowd erupted.

Ann didn't clap.

But she stayed.

Later that night, after things had quieted down, you found her alone on the balcony. You were still in your stage outfit, still glittering faintly. She glanced over, cool and unreadable as ever.

"You watching me all night or just bored of chaos?" you teased.

Ann exhaled slowly. "You shouldn't be able to move like that after what we went through today."

"I perform better after high-stakes trauma," you smirked, half-joking.

She tilted her head, studying you again with that quiet gaze that always felt like a laser. "That wasn't just a performance."

You shrugged. "Maybe not. Maybe it was proof."

"Of what?"

"That being a weapon doesn't mean you have to be ugly doing it."

A pause. Then—something rare—a faint smile tugged at Ann's lips.

"You looked like you were ready to kill someone with your hips," she murmured.

"Maybe I was."

And for the first time in a long time, Ann laughed. Just a little. Just enough.

Kuina

Night had fallen, and the Beach was in rare form—lanterns lit, music pumping, the scent of grilled meat mixing with sea breeze and sweat. After another brutal day of games, Hatter decided the Beach needed something to lift morale. And what better distraction than a surprise performance?

They said you were a K-pop idol before all this. A real one. Not one of those underground club dancers or viral wannabes. The real deal. Glossy music videos, fan chants, limited edition photo cards. No one knew how you got here, but your presence at the Beach was infamous. Rumors spread: She danced her way through a Spades game. Seduced her way through a Hearts game. Out-styled her way through Diamonds.

Kuina didn't believe any of it. Until tonight.

You stepped onto the makeshift stage, hips cocked, smile sharp. The music dropped, and you transformed.

Kuina froze mid-sip of her beer.

The track was pure 2012 energy—glamorous, glittering, cunty in that signature second-gen way. You moved like sin wrapped in sequins, every pop of your hip and curve of your body screaming confidence. Your hair flipped like a weapon, your gaze cutting like a knife.

Kuina was stunned. Not because of the sex appeal—she'd seen plenty of that in clubs, in fights, in life—but because you didn't hold back.

In this hellish world, most people tried to survive quietly. You? You survived loud. You were out here serving vocals, giving choreo, radiating that unbothered bad-bitch energy like these deadly games were just another stage.

Kuina grinned slowly.

"Oh my god, she's actually—"

"Serving," Niragi muttered next to her, beer halfway to his mouth, eyes wide.

"Right?!" Kuina laughed.

She leaned forward, elbows on her knees, completely hooked. You strutted across that tiny platform like it was M Countdown. When you did a body roll right into a wink, Kuina let out an actual whoop.

"GET IT, BABY!" she shouted, cupping her hands around her mouth.

You caught her eye. Smirked.

That was it.

Later, she caught you backstage, toweling off, your glitter makeup smudged but somehow still perfect.

"You didn't have to go that hard," she said, arms crossed, but the smirk on her lips betrayed her amusement.

You looked up, teasing. "You liked it."

"Everyone liked it," she shot back. "I think even these disgusting militants were sweating a little."

You snorted. "Good. Maybe I can distract them long enough for someone to knife them."

Kuina laughed. "Now that's the kind of girl I vibe with."

She reached into her hoodie pocket and tossed you a stolen bottle of water. "Hydrate, superstar. You just made the Beach look like an afterparty at the MAMAs."

You took a long sip, then raised a brow. "Fan behavior."

Kuina rolled her eyes but couldn't stop grinning. "I'm not a fan. I'm just... impressed."

"Sure," you teased, stepping closer. "Well, next time, I'll dedicate a move just for you."

She raised a brow. "You better. Or I'm crashing the stage and dancing with you."

You smirked. "That a promise?"

Kuina leaned in close, her voice low, sultry. "Oh, baby. That's a threat."

Mira

Mira was bored.

And when Mira was bored, someone usually ended up dead, crying, or in love—sometimes all three, depending on how creative she felt.

The Beach had become too predictable. Power struggles. Secrets. Hatter's attempts at unifying chaos with cocktails and empty speeches. Mira moved through it all, gliding through another unimportant party—amused, untouched.

Until you arrived.

A mysterious new addition. Not flashy about your kills, not visibly violent. Just... present. Quietly stylish. Pretty, but in that cultured pretty way. Long lashes. Pierced cartilage. Glitter on your collarbone, even in a survival game. You didn't run from the spotlight—you seemed like you dragged it with you wherever you went.

Naturally, Mira was intrigued.

So she planned a little event. A "celebration," she called it. An elegant excuse to gather the Beach's elite. Champagne stolen from the backrooms. A stage cobbled together with mirrored tiles and luxury trash. Everyone thought it was Hatter's idea.

It wasn't.

It was hers.

Because she wanted to see you.

And darling, you did not disappoint.

The moment the music started—retro synths, hypnotic bass, that signature Gen 2 "I'm hot and I know it" vibe—Mira crossed her legs and tilted her head with a smile.

You sauntered onto the stage like a goddess late to her own coronation. Wearing a cropped jacket with jeweled fringe, high-waisted shorts, knee-high boots, and confidence that made every gaze snap to attention. You didn't dance so much as dominate.

You dipped low. Rolled your hips. Blew kisses that could have been daggers. Every move oozed control.

And Mira?

She. Was. Enraptured.

She sipped her drink slowly, eyes locked on you like a cat watching a flickering light—half amusement, half obsession. You looked like the type of person who would laugh while playing a Hearts game and seduce your opponent just to kill them a moment later.

Oh, she liked you.

When the performance ended—sweat on your brow, applause echoing, even Aguni nodding slightly in approval—Mira clapped softly, perfectly timed, like the last punctuation in a decadent sentence.

She didn't approach you right away.

She waited. Let the others buzz. Let you cool down, towel off, take a few sips of water. Then, like a final act in a play she choreographed herself, she found you alone on the rooftop terrace, overlooking the sea.

"You're quite the spectacle," she purred.

You turned, not startled. You knew she'd come.

"You planned all that," you said simply.

She smiled. "Guilty. I do love a beautiful performance. Especially one that walks the line between art and danger."

You raised a brow. "And which side am I on?"

Mira stepped closer, her perfume soft but intoxicating. "You're still dancing on the edge. But I wonder… will you fall? Or will you pull the rest of us over with you?"

You smirked. "I could ask you the same thing, Mira."

She laughed—a soft, sparkling laugh that promised both pleasure and peril. "Touché. I hope you'll perform again sometime."

You tilted your head. "Are you asking as a fan?"

She leaned in, lips near your ear.

"Oh no, darling. As a player."

Aguni

Aguni didn't go to Beach parties.

He wasn't there for the music, or the luxury, or the chaos masked as freedom. He was there for control, for strategy, for watching. Always watching.

So when he found himself standing near the back of the makeshift courtyard, arms crossed over his chest, watching you take the stage in a rhinestone-covered jacket and impossibly short shorts, he told himself he was just there to keep the peace.

Not because he was curious.

Not because he'd heard whispers about the new girl—the idol. Not because someone told him, "You have to see her move. She dances like she's untouchable."

But then you stepped onto the platform.

And Aguni forgot what silence sounded like.

You started with a smile—slow, confident, like you already knew they were yours. The bass hit. You turned, snapped your head to the beat, and launched into choreography so precise, so fluid, so dangerously cocky that the air itself seemed to shift around you.

Aguni had seen countless people fight, kill, die. But he'd never seen someone perform like they were at war with reality. You didn't move like you were trapped in this world. You moved like this world was trapped with you.

It was a full-on second-gen girl group concept—sultry, sharp, powerful. There were hip thrusts and catwalk struts, cheeky smirks and hair flips that defied physics. The crowd hooted and whistled.

Aguni didn't move.

But his eyes never left you.

You were a weapon of a different kind. Beautiful and bold and maddeningly alive. Where others survived by sharpening blades, you survived by reminding people what it meant to still feel something.

And that scared him more than any gun.

Later that night, he found you on the rooftop, where the ocean breeze cut the heat of the party. You leaned on the railing, face turned to the moon, your stage outfit half-zipped down, revealing bare shoulders and sweat-kissed skin.

"I thought you didn't care about Beach parties," you said without turning.

He stepped beside you, silent for a moment.

"I don't."

You smiled. "Yet here you are."

Aguni didn't respond immediately. He looked at you, really looked. The smeared eyeliner. The bruises from earlier games, not yet healed. The glint in your eyes that said I know exactly what I'm doing.

"I've seen people fight with knives," he said, low. "Guns. Words."

You raised a brow. "And?"

"You fight with fire."

That caught you off guard. Just for a second. Then you turned, resting your chin on your hand as you leaned toward him, amused.

"You like it?"

Aguni didn't smile. But his voice dipped into something darker, quieter.

"I respect it."

You leaned in, the air tight between you.

"Careful, Aguni. People who respect fire usually end up burned."

He met your gaze, unwavering.

"Sometimes the burn's the only thing that reminds us we're still alive."

Niragi

The Beach was loud that night. Not because of gunfire. Not because of games. But because of you.

The former idol. The glitterbomb. The girl who moved like sin and dressed like a fantasy. No one knew how you survived so long, how you kept that glow, that stage presence, but here you were—on a rigged-up platform of metal and lights, commanding the entire Beach like it was your fanbase.

Your song dropped—a sultry, synth-heavy banger straight out of a second-gen girl group playbook. Think T-ara meets Nine Muses, with lyrics that dripped attitude and sex. You strutted, twirled, body-rolled like you had something to prove.

And from the edge of the crowd, Niragi watched.

Licked his lips.

Grinned like a wolf.

He wasn't subtle about it. He never was.

When you popped your hip and flipped your hair, he whooped. Loud. When you threw a wink into the crowd, he pointed at himself and mouthed, That for me, babe?

People rolled their eyes. A few backed away. But you saw him. You saw the black shirt, the shiny piercings, the gun strapped casually to his thigh, and that shark-smile that never quite reached his eyes.

And instead of backing down?

You smirked.

And blew him a kiss.

That was it. He was hooked.

Later, he cornered you. Not in an alley—just in the hallway near the rooftop stairs, cigarette in his mouth, one hand on the wall beside your head.

"You're either the dumbest bitch here," he said, voice low and playful, "or the most dangerous. And I haven't decided which I like more."

You didn't flinch. Didn't shrink. Just looked him dead in the eye and replied, "You're loud for someone who couldn't keep up with my footwork."

He barked out a laugh. "Oh? That a challenge?"

You stepped closer, noses nearly brushing. "No. That's a warning."

Niragi blinked, caught off guard—but just for a second. Then his grin widened.

"God, I like you."

You smirked. "You should."

From that moment on, Niragi was obsessed. Not soft, not romantic—obsessed in the way only someone like him could be.

He started showing up to your practices—actual fighting skills you were learning from Kuina, not just dancing. He'd drop snarky comments like, "Those shorts get any smaller, I'm gonna pass out," trying to distract you the entire time, only to get dead-eyed and ignored.

But what made him crazy?

You never reacted like he wanted you to.

You didn't flinch. Didn't flirt back. You fought like you didn't need his attention—but you knew you had it. And you used it.

Once, during a private little "stage" performance you were forced into—only a few players watching—you did an entire number and never once looked at Niragi.

Until the very end.

One smirk. One knowing glance.

And he damn near lost his mind.

"You're not scared of me," he said one night, cornering you again. This time, quieter. "You should be."

You looked at him slowly. "You're not scared of me either. And you should be."

Silence stretched between you.

Then Niragi chuckled, low and shaky, like he didn't know whether to kiss you or kill you.

"I really don't know if I wanna dance with you… or burn everything down because I can't stop watching you."

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear.

"Either way, baby," you whispered, "you're already playing my game."

Last Boss

The air at the Beach was thick with sweat, smoke, and cheap neon lights. Another party. Another chance to forget that people were dying just outside the resort walls. A few members dragged couches around the makeshift courtyard, the vibe more rave than rebellion.

You were introduced like a secret weapon.

"Former idol," someone whispered as you took the stage. "Real deal. Like... Seoul stages. Music shows. The works."

Last Boss leaned against a pillar in the shadows, one hand on the hilt of his katana. He hadn't planned on staying long. He hated the noise. The decadence. The illusion that this was anything more than a prison in paradise's clothes.

But then the music started.

And you stepped into the spotlight.

You were stunning.

Not in the fragile, glass-doll way. No—you were commanding. The song was pulsing with second-gen flavor: high heels, synth bass, attitude in every breath. A sound born for the stage, soaked in danger and glitter.

Your body moved like you remembered what it was like to own the world. You didn't ask for attention—you took it. Every wave of your hips, every flick of your fingers was calculated, confident, and deadly in its own way.

Last Boss didn't move. Didn't blink.

He'd seen people kill with knives.

You killed with eye contact.

For a moment, the Beach vanished. It was just you, in flashing lights, backdropped by music and memory and something untouchable.

And he couldn't look away.

After the performance, the crowd dispersed, high on adrenaline and heat. You vanished from the stage, the spotlight fading—but Last Boss followed. Quiet. Unannounced.

He found you in a dim hallway near the back exit, wiping sweat from your collarbone with a small towel. You didn't jump when you saw him. You just raised a brow, still catching your breath.

"I didn't take you for a fan," you said.

He stepped closer, slow and deliberate. "I'm not."

You smiled. "Good. I don't need fans. I need people who understand what it means to survive while performing."

Last Boss tilted his head. "That's why I watched. You weren't just entertaining. You were... surviving."

You chuckled. "Takes one to know one, huh?"

He didn't laugh. But his gaze dropped to the sweat glistening on your collarbone. The faint rise and fall of your chest. The bruises hidden beneath your glitter.

"You move like a weapon," he said finally.

You stepped forward, close enough to see the flecks of red in his tired eyes. "And you watch like you're waiting for me to strike."

"I am."

You smiled—slow, dangerous. "Good. Then don't blink."

After that night, he always stood at the edge of your performances. Watching. Not clapping. Never cheering. Just... present.

And if someone got too close to you? If someone touched you without permission?

That person learned quickly that Last Boss didn't just carry that sword for aesthetic.

He didn't say he liked your performances. He didn't have to.

His silence was loyalty.

And his loyalty? That was deadlier than anything on stage.

Chishiya

Chishiya didn't do parties.

He didn't drink. He didn't dance. He didn't need to feel alive—he just needed to stay alive.

So when a crowd gathered around a makeshift stage for some "morale-boosting performance," he leaned against the second-floor railing, expression flat. Below, people whooped and clapped and screamed your name like it meant something in this godforsaken world.

He almost turned away.

Then you stepped on stage.

And Chishiya paused.

You didn't enter quietly. You strutted. A slow, deliberate walk in thigh-high boots and glitter that sparkled like broken glass. You gave the audience a lazy wink before the music dropped—a pulse of synth and bass that would've filled any club in Seoul before the world turned to hell.

Your movements were sharp. Precise. Calculated. There was something mathematical about the way you danced, like every sway of your hips had a hidden formula. Every smile was a bluff. Every hair flip? A tell.

Chishiya tilted his head.

You weren't just performing.

You were playing.

And suddenly, he was interested.

After the show, he found you alone, reapplying lip gloss in a broken mirror, your reflection fractured like everything else in this world. You saw him in the glass before you even turned.

"No autograph, sorry," you said dryly.

He smirked. "You're not just an idol, are you?"

You glanced at him. "You're not just a doctor, either."

Touché.

Chishiya stepped closer. "That performance. It wasn't just for fun."

"Of course not," you said, uncapping your gloss again. "Fun's dead. Like half the people here."

"Then what was it for?"

You turned to face him fully, eyes sharp under glitter-shadowed lids.

"Distraction," you said. "Misdirection. Power."

You leaned in, close enough for him to smell your perfume—sweet, sharp, deliberate.

"Everyone else watched me like a fantasy," you whispered. "You watched me like a threat."

A beat of silence.

Then he smiled—slow and dangerous. "Because you are."

From that night on, Chishiya watched you more carefully.

Not out of affection. Not even out of desire.

Out of respect.

Because in a place where survival came from smarts and sleight of hand, you were the only one who could weaponize rhythm and eyeliner with the precision of a surgeon.

And Chishiya?

He loved a good strategist.

Especially one who played in stilettos.

Masterlist

[cartoonbah]

DRACULAURA ; CHANNEL THREE

Name(s): draculaura, laura, rose, lucy, darling, doll

Gender(s): transfem, eldrilovic, elecutehorroric, cuvampiric, girlthing, lovebattic, gothgirlic, darlingvamp, lovebite

Pronoun(s): she/hers, vamp/vamps, bite/bites, fang/fangs, pink/pinks, rose/roses, idol/idols, cute/cutes

Orientation(s): pansexual, sapphic

Age: 1,600+ chronologically, 16 - 18 mentally

Role(s): caretaker, comforter, soother, socializer, confidence holder, emotional processor, femininity holder

Emoji / signoffs: 🩷,🖤,💄,👠,👝,🌹,💘,☂️,🌙

Brief description: draculaura is the sweetest vamp you'll ever meet - friendly, peppy and always smiling, her thoughts are sickly sweet with thoughts of clothes, romance and her next trip to the mall. intelligent but a bit naive, she tends to act on her heart above everything else.

Personality traits: peppy, upbeat, romantic, sweet, kind, vain, selfless, helpful, sensitive, childish, emotional

Presentation / fashion style: high femme, feminine, edgy, alt

Likes: fashion, makeup, umbrellas, shopping, lolita, 2000s anime, vegetables, cloudy days, fall, long nights, romance novels

Dislikes: blood, meat, horror movies (esp slashers), summer, heat, days without clouds, bad hair days

Aesthetics: scenecore, emo, lolita, agejo gyaru, old web, pinkcore, vampire goth

Hobbies: gardening, cooking vegetarian dishes, trinket collecting, blogging, journaling, diy'ing current closet, drawing fashion designs, making pinterest boards, writing

Front triggers: fashion, blinkies, glitter graphics, shopping, makeup, 2010s alt music, bows, genders similar to current hoard, overstimulation from front

Kins: dolls, cats, witches, magic, bats, wolves, fog, moon, sky, demons, angels

Favorite song: "psycho" by mia rodriguez

Typing quirk: mostly types in lower case. replaces her "w" with "v" to simulate her accent, spaces out her commas and other punctuation marks

"vell , vell , vell ! it seems you all have to admit, i vas right about the look ! im so cunty rn !"

Source memories:

she had a sensitive nose, so she would be able to tell her friends apart even if her eyes were closed by the scent of their unique perfumes. she still remembers the sweet petuinas of frankies fresh and floral perfume, the amber musk of cleo's and the strong lavender of clawdeens.

sometimes age regressed when stressed, triggered or emotional to the age of 2 - 6. her main caretakers were clawdeen and frankie, who would put on elissabat movies for her and let her color in peace.

[1eos]

I saw a post the other day that tried to attribute hyunas fall to the rise of 4th/5th gen groups and just being pushed out of popularity like... you know damn well that's not why she went from loved to booed!! She's being doing the music that the new girlies are doing LONGER! it's why she was popular! It was so weird to see someone try to be like poor hyuna got pushed out of the industry like she didn't marry that man....

that bold faced 102 pt font underlined ass lie........if anyone was going to survive well into the 5th gen it was hyuna bc girlie had defeated literally every other kiss of death for other idols. the fact that she left wonder girls and STILL thrived? was the only one in a group that matters and then thrived even more solo. survived GETTING THE BOOT FROM the company where she built her fame bc she was in a RELATIONSHIP. lost the support of the parasocial 'im dating you' fans just to have some of her biggest hits in pnation......hit coed group that got destroyed when she got kicked out.......had her lil music duo w dawn that was p popular.....broke up w him and thrived despite everyone loving to blame women........literally all she had to do was put on a cunty outfit and wear the blue contacts to a upbeat song and sister was going to get views but she found THAT MAN and not only dated him but MARRIED HIM then was like 'i dont listen to the haters' BITCH YOU MEAN YOUR (ex)FANS?????????

[emotsper]

sorry to bother you with my bullshit but . Nilfruits fan here . First of all that traffic jam szai made me cry tears of joy ITS SO GOOD OUGHRHHF . secondly . I think itd be interesting if you apply this to like the lore of traffic jam since nilfruits songs have shit tons of lore . Traffic jam au where they die in a car crash or smth and come back as Evil and Fucked Up with the traffic jam designs [this is basically what happens in the song . The main characters, flurry [short girl] and welter [cunty guy], die in a car crash become angels and cause problems everywhere because their boss [jupiter, the ruler of heaven] gave them a free pass for it . Szai or at least traffic jam shizuku causing mischeif [car crashes and murder] everywhere is peak

Also on the topic of niru id say moonguys and slyscraper fit those two very well . Midnight, the character in moonguys [shes in slyscraper as well] is an idol suffering the stress from the industry while dawn [red haired one] is a phantom thief . Can you imagine the yuri potential of phantom thief airi and suffering idol shizuku.....im going insane

[Sorry for yapping feel free to ignore this i just . Went crazy]

wait i see the vision. i checked and apparently moonguys still dont have the official en sub (rip) but i can work out w the slyscraper one... im not Fully Sure about what happened in the mv yet but im getting feelings that they knew each other before the blue guy rose to fame...?

but also the traffic jam szai was mostly just a silly fanart of my jp twt mutuals design and I dont wanna do anything w it since its Not my design 😭 I DO LIKE THE LORE THOUGH. ITS CLEARER IN MY HEAD NOW. i was mostly digging the design at first so

[jiminsass-istant]

WHO MV ANALYSIS: BRILLIANT STORY TELLING, QUEER CODING AND MORE

I have a lot to say. And yes i positively feel like a clown that this post comes right after jimin said "go ahead, misinterpret everything hehe". This might be a long one, so settle in. Also, if you are looking for this as some kind of validation for any ship, I'm afraid it might not serve that purpose (BUT keep reading!). This is simply an analysis of MV elements and cinematography in its purest form appreciating the brilliant work done by Lumpens and his assistant directors.

Part 1: Start of the story of a man in search of love

Let's start from the very beginning. Many of you have already figured out that Jimin is telling a story here (I'm not wrong yet Jimin, dammit). How do we know this? Look at that mini TV. Yes, this mini TV is actually our bookmark, our storyteller. In it's first appearance, it says "play" with a man walking at a normal pace, imitating jimin here, who is also walking.

Elements to notice here:-

The 'ONLY' signs on the road which mean these roads have only limited accessibility when it comes to directions. In my opinion, it symbolizes the rules that this world imposes on us. And here comes jimin whining/asking why he hasn't met 'her' even if he sees her at night? (imagines her) and thinks about her.

2. Also notice how it says "BLISS" on the neon sign but the world he's in is basically pre-tornado winds - there are papers flying, cars on fire, safety barrier tapes, even the mini TV is on fire. The flyer for the song says "who is!! Tornado of love" and basically serves as a warning that the 'tornado of love' is approaching soon.

3. Reference to 'Closer' (than this?) on the billboard with a man on it. Looks like a reference to a movie or song of 1995 which I haven't been able to find out yet. [help me]

Part 2: Searching gets more desperate

Moving on, we see Jimin entering the part of street with an old, dilapidated building in the background (so much to notice here!!)

Elements to look out:

Firstly, look at the mini TV which still says 'play' but the man in the TV is now running instead of walking. Just like how Jimin's steps are faster now, he's on his search for 'her', but he's getting desperate.

Notice the engineers in the background? Yes they are engineers- they have plans, measuring devices etc. And they are working to "renovate" the building. Interesting choice of scene right before a tornado... let's found out why-

Notice that on the right side to the entrance of this building, there's "B-1" written on the walls, but one could also read it at "13 1" At first glance, that's what it seemed like to me. I think people renovating a building whose name looks like a "13" is symbolism for jimin trying to heal/renovate/repair his heart/emotions/past traumas. It's about him still being in that phase where he is healing/ trying to heal himself by trying to find 'her' OR maybe he's trying to find 'her' when he is not even completely healed himself.

See the TV on the shopping cart on fire because it will be referenced later. Put a pin on it.

Part-3 Theatrics

With a flash of retro cable TV like lights, the perspective changes - as in now you are watching inside the mini TV. I'm talking about this part, when he changes direction and goes to the girl. So many interesting things happen, I'm giddy thinking about writing it.

Elements to notice:

I can't help but think of the words 'auto calibration ' that flashes right before Jimin does that cunty choreo with the female dancer. 'auto calibration ' literally means 'standardization' or 'correction' . I don't think people realise how queer coded it is. 'coded' being the keyword here. It could also mean 'standardized' as in the way we view idols as these perfect people with perfect dating lives.

3. The car is on fire- so yeah whatever is happening cannot be good. Everything is still chaotic and doesn't make it easy

2. The mini TV now shows various images with a heart '<3' symbolizing that he is engaging in some kind of relationship, but this is literally the biggest 'drama' ever. Because look at this scene- it's pure cinema..

"So many people to see" - people watching them date/engage while making a whole show out of it. There's also an ambulance nearby because obviously an idol's dating life shown to the public can leave people hurt and offended. As Jimin and the girl dance, they are literally in front of a local theatre called the 'OASIS'. My interpretation is that a celeb's dating life is literally 'theatrics' for the public. They are reduced to nothing but characters for entertainment, and worst part is that the public isn't happy either. No wonder, making it extremely difficult for Jimin to find true love. Special mention where the girl has him in a chokehold, quite literally an uncomfortable position, entangled with each other- or at least that's how the public views them.

3) In the same scene we see that the mini TV has tumbled down along with the shopping cart which was on fire, hence setting the car on fire too lol. Brilliant attention to detail.

Part-4 - where Jimin gets more desperate to find true love (in the past!)

As soon as the dancers leave, we see the huge billboard fall down and if i go with all the clues we have been getting, especially the travel show...it is WILD.

Because people are focusing on the possible OST called "Keep going", but DO YOU NOT REALISE HOW HUGE IT IS THAT JK IS REFERENCED IN A ROMANTIC SONG? dropping from the sky with 'who' written on it??!! "Who" without the questions or exclamations. I'll let you go delulu mode on that one. Moving on-

You must have noticed that to show a change in phase/scene, they have used multicolored flashes and change to 90s TV perspective. The same happens now after the billboard drops but the important thing to notice is the "rewind" on the screen now. Which basically means jimin going through different people is a thing of the past.

3. The crow/raven seen multiple times in the MV. Either way, a crow or raven is not something we see at night. They come out only at times of 'unnatural exceptions' like storms, earthquakes etc because they are not nocturnal creatures. While Jimin was trying to find love, there was definitely something happening which wasn't natural for him or was out of his comfort zone/he was not himself.

4. Another instance of queer coding I noticed was both men and women walking past him, similar to Like Crazy MV. It had a different symbolism in LC because he was trying to stay in the dream. But here people walking past him clearly means possible romantic partners. And he keeps stopping, keeps trying his luck with different people, almost always failing. OR- it could mean there are people of both genders walking past him but he never goes for the men in the past.

Part-5 - The tornado of love finally arrives

Now it says 'Play' on the screen meaning we are now in the present again. The tornado has built up, Jimin looks more confident, more smug as the tornado gains momentum behind him.

A flash of light, fireworks erupt as he sings his heart out. Even after the tornado is completely gone, the sparks and short circuits and destruction continues, meaning the 'tornado of love' arrived and certainly did a number on him.

Finally, we see him on a much calmer path. All cars lined up. He owns his life now. The situation is under control, the cars with lights on, ready to go.

I truly appreciate the storytelling in WHO MV. Lumpens Sir delivering as always. And I would love to know which things were Jimin's ideas but he wouldn't share that with us would he?

Let me know what you think and discuss in the comments if you want to.

[writing-royza]

@musing-and-music and @donttouchmyempire both got me with with the tag game! Here's some stuff to get to know me better!

Last song: "Jonny Rife Pulled a Knife" by Vinny Marchi. There is something so incredibly powerful about scream-singing the line 'I'd rather die than let a coward tell me what to do' in the car on the eve of a contentious Canadian election

Last movie: Ghostbusters 2; watched it in the hotel at the convention I was tabling at this past weekend! Sigourney Weaver is mother <3

Last book: 'Electric Idol' by Katee Robert because I love me some Greek mythology-flavoured smut. I don't usually vibe with first-person present-tense stuff, but her style overrides it!

Last TV show: Transformers Prime. My partner has been a TF fan for years upon years, and has the show on DVD and convinced me to try it. I adore Starscream and his cunty boots

Sweet/savoury/spicy: I think I gotta go spicy. I have anxiety stomach issues, so spicy stuff invariably gives me heartburn, but it's SO GOOD. Like the shin ramyun packets??? GIMME THAT SHIT AND LIKE TWO TUMS

Relationship status: I'm married! Have been for the last six years. Our wedding was a blend of classic and nerdishness, with a Royai theme underneath as a kind of 'if you know, you know.' The two of them were our cake toppers (Roy fell over and got frosting caked all over his back LOL)

Last thing I googled: "duolingo transitioning to ai" AND I'M MAD ABOUT IT. I hit my one year mark learning Spanish yesterday (I'm a supervisor for two guys working remotely from Peru and I was learning to connect with them better), but this tears it. I deleted my app and started looking into alternatives

Looking forward to: all my tabling events I have this year (I just confirmed my latest one in September!!!) to sell my artwork, and OF COURSE Royai Week! The prompt vibes there are always so immaculate

Current obsession: oh gosh, it's a juggling act. I just finished and am still fascinated by The Pitt, I'm a recent convert to WWE (Roman Reigns and Rhea Ripley <3) I started collecting Pokémon cards, and I haven't gone a day in 14 years without being obsessed with FMA

Tag propagation (for those who wish to join): @spoopy-sloth @lynyangell @ssadropout @dairogo @riza-hawks-eye @the-blue-eyed-firebender

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

In the best of the world, says hypothetically Jimin and Jungkook are not BTS members anymore, and you had an input in whatever they do next what are your top 3 choices we can go to top 5. Like what would you want for them to do in their life overall not only focusing on the career.

Jimin

1) continue his contemporary dances classes

2)collab with taemin/kai(honestly my biggest fantasy)

3) Let go for once and says everything he has ever thought without cesuring curse every single person and calling out like go off for 24hours(silly)

Jk

1) write more songs like your eyes tell

2) enjoy his life like a 20 something that he is

3) Go back to dancing like he wanted to do in the first place.

4) sing with Baekhyun

And for kukumimi(me being delusional)

1) travel the world together they’ll enjoy it so much(blowjobs brother for life)

2) An album together

3) a 3h dance video or more

Ooh, this is nice. So I should come up with my options now, right?

First, for kukumimi:

1) Open their own label where they have full control over all aspects of their career, which means they can take all the risks they want and on their own time, without anyone else's agenda.

2) A joint youtube account where they post whatever parts of their life they want to share to an audience.

3) I'm stealing this from you, but an album together. Along with photoshoots, interviews, the entire package. Plus a tour.

4) Buy a beach house for when they need to take a break and for retirement at old age.

5) Just live their life however they see fit and for them to get the opportunity from time to time to just be two guys and not idols 24/7.

Jimin

1) Continue with his music career as he started it with the solo albums & more cunty photoshoots a la Tailor of Chaos.

2) Since in my fantasy they both have complete control over their work with no additional group duties, Jimin could really focus on the dancing aspect.

3) Become a more regular presence at fashion events (you can tell how two Dior events were not enough for me).

Jungkook

1) Write, produce and sing whatever he wants and when he wants to. If he needs a two-year break, then two years should be, no outside pressure.

2) Open that restaurant/barbecue place he once mentioned.

3) Explore whatever hobby he wants/maybe go back to videography

[theboytatu]

wow i know youve already answered a few asks about this but i am so impressed with Ten! his album is the first male soloist album ive enjoyed in a long time, i think the last one was rover by kai. ten was able to channel the timberlake-esque production while staying fresh and compelling, especially on stunner and enough for me. he really thrives with this sound. one thing about SM is that when they bring it... they MF'N bring it!!!

mark also released something... lol. have you checked it out? i dont think the song is horrible but i cannot stand his vocal tone, kinda nasal-y but not in an adam levine/chen way. the MV is cool though, sin city vibes.

oh yeah this comeback was honestly such a huge step up for him... like his debut was great too but oh my god. the attention to detail in this one - it's sonically cohesive and really flows well as a narrative. i agree it parallels kai's career specially his first mini like quality wise it's on par with mmmh!

the mixing is GORGEOUS. i had already said when we got the teaser that stunner was giving troye sivan - in a good way. and i was right. it's a very high quality pop sultry song and the synths are smooth as hell. it's amazing because apparently SM had planned for a different song to be the title track and stunner was supposed to be a bside - but ten himself decided against it because the first song felt very "safe and trendy" whereas stunner struck him as a more daring, exciting song - and his bet paid off!! this is perfect to showcase his identity (and bold enough to be a great followup to nightwalker which was a very experimental song)

enough for me is also super catchy - sonically it sounds like filthy rich's sibling. it could easily be a wayv song and those guitars are really sexy. it also pairs well with water from his debut album! ten really bodies this sexy 00s boyband vibe - it's veryyy enrique iglesias, very christina even

the other standout from this album is sweet as sin - hands down the most exciting production SM has made in at least a few months. like their releases have been so boring and mid lately... and it's specially bad for male idols tbh 😭😭 like trust ten to come save us after all these bgs have been just dropping shit from the butt!! but SWEET AS SIN makes justice to its cunty name... this could be a femme fatale song easily like i'm talking tinashe. this could easily be a tinashe or banks song. the arrangement is FLAWLESS and ten is alluring in it.. perfectly captures the almost eerie/dangerous vibes of the song. like that "i walk in" hook in a distorted female voice? you can't tell me that doesn't sound like banks. it's GENIUS. it's so fucking exciting. and no one except ten could pull it off tbh

[misunhye]

MISUN @ MMA 2023

RED CARPET/CEREMONY & PERFORMANCE

LEFT to RIGHT red carpet / ceremony && performance

misun came here to STUN!

her outfit obviously wasnt the same as dream’s 😭

for red carpet & ceremony, her makeup was pretty simple, nude lips with shimmery eyeshadow and light black eyeliner.

this was her (and dream’s) first time going to mmas so she wanted to have some fun

she enjoyed seeing other groups perform!! she tuned in the most for aespa, riize and seventeen

but she also had fun when youngji joined them at their seats lol

she practically yanked chenle down when she realized him, haechan, & renjun were the only ones standing 💀

she also kept an eye out for mark because of his leg and would often nudge him to put his weight on her but he refused

oh godd, here comes the tough, emotional part …

so she was thankful when they won one of the ‘artist top 10’ awards …

and then they win BEST GROUP¹???? LIKE… wow

she was even more thankful

her smile was soo large as she thanked czennies

she gave a short but sweet thanks to the fans and her members, saying they’ll work harder for them

she almost missed the announcement for record of the year, she JUST sat back down from going to the restroom with jaemin and next thing she knows, she hears “NCT DREAM” and her bloods rushing to her face

she almost stumbles in her heels, making her way up with the rest of her members. her jason derulo moment … that wouldve been so embarrassing but she didnt really care

mark caught her before whispering in her ear to “be careful” with a smile on his face

she doesnt notice jisung crying until she turns once she gets up there and pouts, tears brimming at her eyes

she grabs his wrist comfortingly as he looks away from the crowd and the others give their speeches

when jisung gave his speech, a tear actually fell and she wiped it away so quickly fans thought they were imagining it until someone zoomed in

she never wanted to go back to the times when they weren’t eight and when they thought they’d lose each other.

on a brighter note, the kkyu moment with the fan was so cute and funny 😭 she loves czennies so much

“czennies …” a pause because the crowd was so loud, “i never would’ve thought we’d be here as eight. thank you for always supporting and loving us, even when times were tough and uncertain. its thanks to you that we can be here today. we will come back next year better than ever, we’ll work hard for you.” she bowed her head momentarily before stepping back so jaemin could go

she giggled so hard from embarrassment when jaemin did aegyo 😭 she always gets that way with aegyo

also she did some tiktoks with seventeen’s dino & vernon, all of aespa, ive’s wonyoung, stayc’s sieun and isa, and riize’s shotaro, sungchan, & wonbin. she’s got fanssss <33

not much to say about their performance !!

when jaemin tried to pull chenle closer during their parts, she had to look away to stop herself from laughing. she could only imagine nctzen’s and idols’ alike reactions

she had a solo dance part right before poison

she was SO excited to perform poison, it’s one of her favorites off istj lol

she found it so funny they had a sweet video playing after such a cunty song

there was an after party but half of them are introverts and so they all went back to the dorms and celebrated together <33

she made sure to leave a sweet message on bubble for the fans, thanking them again

[liu-yu-xin]

The way i dont care about any kpop group except wayv and theres so few groups and projects in kpop that are actually fun and cunty unless u have fan goggles on or nostalgia goggles on its all copy paste concepts and lyrics and songs and performed by idols made in a factory line who are made to have the same faces same voices and same aesthetics same personalities how do u not get booooored

[wantbytaemin]

🍎🍉🌿🪴🌺 hihihiiii yap away please and thank you 🤭

MY TEO thank youuuu this was so fun for me 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

🍎 - current favorite song?

…..guilty by taemin i have to be honest. i’ve been listening to it and recalling how it felt to experience it live and just. nothing comes close and nothing ever will i fear 🧎🏼‍♀️ (<- me at the altar)

🍉 - most interesting idols in law (friends are into them, you aren't, but they seem awesome)?

the boyz for SURE i keep seeing some SUPER cunty guys from there (changmin? i think is his name. and the little fairy looking guy and SUNWOO STRAHINJA BALKAN KING) plus i really like a lot of the music lili put in a playlist shared with me 🫶🏻

🌿 - recent group or soloist you got into?

tbh i haven’t gotten really into a new group since skzies but i have to say something about xlov as they’ve freshly debuted and people kept talking about taemin while talking about them and i was sooo skeptic LMAO but they actually surprised me in such a positive way i loooove what they’re doing like they’ve only got one single song out but it’s a cunty little thing (plus their LOOKS.. YUMMM) like it’s totally crazy to me they’re already at this level at debut (i mean LOOK at the fits! plus a little snowflake special for my teo) and im excited to see what else they’ve got up their crop top sleeves 🤭

🪴 - one song you recommend everyone to listen to?

i would say if you haven’t listened to moon by jonghyun you cannot even hope to ever understand me as a person plus it’s such a universally gorgeous beautiful song that transcends language and space and time too actually so. moon by jonghyun 🌕💙

🌺 - favorite song from a group/soloist you don't stan?

IMMEDIATELY mommae by jay park comes to mind bc like. i cannot stand the man i don’t listen to any of his other songs EVER but let me tell you one thing. when mommae comes on it’s fucking OVER

[emeraldbabygirl]

Have not watched every nct mv yet but convinced already that they’re just a group, a rather large group, who do silly dances and make goofy ah music. I’m not hating them Idk how anyone could genuinely hate them cause they so silly I laugh watching their mvs cause I don’t expect what’s happening and there’s so much in every video, the goofy opening choreo for favorite and the TikTok meme, they all sleep like bottoms, there’s the silly flute in sticker and the cowboy core with all the lights and Vegas and they drink hot sauce and the hippie vibes and it’s just gay and campy and cunty and extra and goofy and fun music, the weird English lyrics, the odd sounding instrumentals, like I’m not sure if I genuinely like any nct songs or unit songs as in I think they are really good but they can be catchy and are def fun to listen too, the opening to kick it and the chorus in kick back, love talk is so nasty and funny and I also think it’s hilarious that the entire group vapes. Idk like I know idols smoke but there’s like so many members and the fact that they all collectively vape they all share the same braincell and it’s so funny to me idk why and the remixes and all the Bollywood memes and the comments are hilarious it’s like going down a rabbit hole it’s fun and boujee and they do all different concepts and genres and silly like dances and all kinds of stuff it’s fun I think it’s cute.

[normalaboutjungkook]

I forgot how sensitive people are on tumblr

i saw someone make a post abt like what they call "ironic homophobia" & how its wrong

and the examples are literally just calling someone fruity or smth as a joke

which they deem offensive

then I saw someone reblog with a tag saying they hate the c word. what c word? cunty? there's no fucking way

that is black queer slang and has always been a positive thing. i never even seen that used by homophobes. cunty is always been a compliment..if i reblog a JK photo with the tag cunty it's bcz he's kinda giving fem. I use it even when he's not idc🤦🏾

what's wrong with that

anyways

I've made fruity jokes all the time and if anyone hates that that's fine but I could care less

I've literally been called a faggot to my face irl why would I be over here crying over someone calling their fave idol a twink 🙁🙁 ppl r dying why do u care about that

btw these people are like. never gonna come across these posts. u think I'm gonna actually tell JK or whoever else to their face "omg ur a fruitcake hahahahaha" ITS A JOKE like all of this stuff is not how I actually act IRL like I'm not gonna be go to a fansign and talk about jungbooty no real people have been harmed🤦🏾

to understand why they are mad...I realize all these people have like. barely any irl experience and consider these things the end of the world. they aren't...

another part of the issue white queers with no intersectionality exaggerate their queer oppression for what reason. nobody is dying over twink ijbol. like girl bffr

OOKAY tbf ppl are allowed to feel offended at whatever they find offensive. but I think saying a kpop idol is twink/twunk is not the end of the world😭😭😭 and people acting like it's a slur my god

also the mfs saying "reclaiming the f slur is bad!!". it just reminds me of the nonblack people who tell us black people we shouldn't say nigga or call each other nigga bcz "it's degrading" why do u care what I do with my own oppression? being offended on someone else's behalf is silly & not really allyship 🙁

anyways "ironic homophobia" in general most times is literally just reclaimation. in Jamaican underground gay clubs people blast songs like Chi Chi Man all night. but I bet y'all would cry if u were there