#also I was singing BLACK OR WHITE PICK A COLOR on the way there and when we came in it was right on playing the Angel or Devil mv HAHAH

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Yandere vampire Luffy getting jealous and breaking the nose of one of his vampy friends trying to bite on his precious Reader?

Belong To Me~..

College student reader!! X yandere vampire! Luffy!

Halloween special~

Fluttering your eyes open, you opened your eyes and sat up in your bed to face the world. Looking around, you noticed it was a bit dark..the curtains were closed after all.

“It’s so dark in here..isn’t supposed to be a bit sunny today..?”

You asked to yourself, sitting up out of your bed, you got up and turned to your curtains. Opening then to the reveal the glorious sunlight shining through. Of course the weather wasn’t as hot though. A smile made its way onto your lips as you were just about to comment on the weather, especially for Halloween season you heard a hiss.

A hiss of pain, like someone was behind you and felt pain from the..sunlight..?

Immediately, you turned around to look at what was behind you but there you saw nothing. In the shadows you saw nothing lurking around..

Or so you thought..

Little did you know that there was a certain vampire with obsidian black hair and big wide eyes filled with curiosity and adventure. A vampire that was completely..compelled by you.

Luffy blew on his wing as quietly as he could, but also trying to heal it from the sunlight you just had to shine at this time of day!

He huffed, his eyes following your every move while you walked around the room. Who knows how long he’s been staying in your apartment..one day he found you and couldn’t let go..he would never forget that one fateful rainy day.

The wind was crisp as autumn was coming to a close. The moon was shining bright as a light in a dark room. Luffy unfortunately, was having a bit too much fun in his bat form that night and was being a little reckless..he was laying on the wet floor, tired, hurt and hungry. But then you came. You came and rescued him from who knows what could’ve happen to him. You fed him, cared for him and loved him. All in his bat form but that still counts for something right?!

His heart fluttered as he grinned, showing his white shiny fangs along with his other pearly white teeth. Just look at you..those eyes..that hair..that smile.

He just had to protect you no matter what..soon, you’d be his..

And nothing could change that.

He was absolutely sure of it, oh so delusional..his grin didn’t even falter at all as he jumped from the bookshelf and turned into his bat form, flying after you when he saw you leave out the front door while you were talking on the phone, trying to keep quiet.

The sound of your phone ringing got your attention as you picked it up from your bag and answered it, the beeping finally stopping. Now your eyes were locked on where you were going but still you kept your mind open to whoever was calling you so suddenly just when classes were about to start.

“Hey,Y/N!!”

Your eyes lit up as soon as you heard that voice, it was your best friend who was also attending the school you were currently going to! But what did they want?

“Hey,(F/N) what’s up? You know we’ll see each other in class right?”

“Yeah i know! But I just wanted to make sure about one thing, you’re going to the Halloween party one of the students is throwing tonight right? It’s gonna be huge!!”

You thought about for a second..would a part be good for you?..you liked Halloween..and you could get a a taste of the college experience better..sure why not!

You have been feeling a bit..watched lately..

A smile made its way onto your lips as you opened up the door to your first class of the day.

“You bet your ass I am!”

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When you walked into the party you were immediately hit by the flashing lights and colors. So many people were dancing and even singing that it was hard to keep track of who was who.

Looking around for your friend who invited you in the first place, you went over to the punch bowl.

Leaning against the railing, you took out your phone and texted your friend to let them know you were here but all of a sudden you felt a light, gentle tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw a boy with black hair. He had a big grin on his face with excitement in his wide eyes. Something about him was truly..compelling..you could already tell. He had a scar under his right eye and..fangs?..

No! That had to be a costume! Get it it together Y/N!..

Looking up at him, his smile only grew somehow. He just met you but seemed so so excited..was he new?..

“Hi!! My names Luffy! Yours?!”

He did while holding his hand out, sheepishly smiling you gently took it and shook it in a friendly manner.

“Hey Luffy I’m Y/N..how do you know the host of this party?..or are you new to campus..I don’t recall seeing you around..”

He blinked a few times and then laughed a bit nervously.

“Oh well..yeah..I’m new! I know the host by..an old pal!”

Tilting your head you nodded. The whole conversation so far, you saw that he hadn’t removed his gaze off of you..once.

His cheery attitude never left or faltered once while the two of you were talking and for some reason you felt he was a bit off. Whenever you told him something about yourself like your favorite food, color or music style, he didn’t seem surprised like..at all.

It was like he already knew the answers.

Like he already knew you.

Like the back of his hand..

A few minutes had passed and he was still rambling about some nonsense. Boy, he really did know how to talk your ear off didn’t he..? He seemed so excited to talk to you. Not to mention he kept inching a bit closer, so close that if he wanted to, he could pull you in a hug without even trying.

Then out of no where, two hands slowly slid down to your hips. Eyes widening in shock and surprise you instinctively turned around to face whoever was in a touchy mood tonight.

You would notice that Luffy also stopped immediately when someone Dared to lay a finger on your precious body.

He was clenching his plastic cup with juice in it, making the juice slowly drip down his fist to his arm.

He hated when others stole your attention from him. He did not like it. Not one bit.

The person who grabbed you from behind seemed to have the same vibe as Luffy….kinda..And those fangs..those fangs they had looked so real..

But they couldn’t be! Vampires weren’t real! Right?

“Hey Luffy, who’s this cutie?..”

The guy asked, unusually staring at the side of your neck..

Luffy groaned. Why couldn’t he just have you to himself?..he gave a little pout as he watched you and his friend talk for a bit.

In all honesty, he didn’t really care if that guy was his friend..

Yeah, they did know each other for a few..years, and they looked out fir each other whenever the humans tried to kill them but..

Whoever should even dare to touch will get their asses kicked.

Luffy’s thoughts were really running wild through his mind. What if he tried to take you away from him..? What would he do with you? Who would he do with you?!?

Man..he really didn’t know why you made him so..so..

Quiet.

His mind then went quiet when he saw the sight before him.

His friend was trying to bite you.

He had his jaw open and forcefully tilting your head to the side so he could have more access. You look confused out of your mind, why was he trying to bite you..? What was this?

With the lights, the music and the people all around you three, adrenaline shot through Luffy’s veins. He snapped. He just couldn’t handle this anymore.

You were his.

You saved him.

He was supposed to protect you!

Without a thought he lunged forward, a shadow covering his eye as a serious look that rarely showed on his face.

His fist instantly connecting with his friend who tried to bite your neck with his dirty slimy teeth. The guy clenched his nose as blood trickled from his hand and letting out a loud groan of pain.

You were absolutely shocked, looking down at him with a mix of shock and horror.

By now, the party had stopped and everyone was looking at the scene that just played out.

Luffy took a few deep breaths, his fists clenched. Looking at you he smiled, not even caring about the whole scene he had caused.

Without any hesitation at all he swooped you up into his arms and flew out the window, holding you tight as you screamed for help. There were people who ran to try to help and others just stared. Ether way he finally had you now he was never letting you go.

Ever.

Back in his cave he had you in between his legs, snuggling his head in your neck. Unfortunately, you were making too much noise while he was carrying you so he had to knock you out. It was okay though! You would forgive him eventually..

He had to admit he was overjoyed to finally have you here his cave, holding you close and caring for you.

He had all your favorite things here!..that he may or may not have stolen from your home..Your clothes, pictures..you would love it!

A grin was plastered on his face as he took in your scent and let out a happy sigh.

“Finally..”

He said softly in your neck, his grip slowly tightening around you.

“You Belong To Me..”

Hey guys!! I thought I’d do this request first since it was only two days after Halloween! I really liked this one and I hope you guys did too!❤️🌸❤️

@anemptypuddingcup thank you so much for requesting this sweetie! I really hope you liked this!! I thought I’d make it into a modern college AU because it fit better for me lol, sorry if that messed it up 😭 but I really hope you enjoyed this because it was so much fun to write this🫶🏼 remember, you can always request from me because I LOVE your ideas! Thank you again darling!

Until next time my pretty petals!! 🌸🌱🪷

[weebsinstash]

Now that I saw that doodle Vox made again, I'm just wondering how tf he knew Alastor has hooves

Also noticed that he was a lil fixated on Al's ass in that same doodle so there's that :>

I literally searched the Hazbin wiki for the source and couldn't find it but I've seen multiple people posting some screenshot of some website that says, Velvette previously stated Vox had an Alastor body pillow, and I don't know if that's an old Voxtagram post or more recent but it's been living in my head rent free ever since

Like there have been so many Viv streams and q&a's that have mildly spoiled things or mentioned facts that have since become non canon so I'm not sure what to listen to anymore but dude, reading the wiki of all the amalgamated facts is A TRIP. Vox is Actually Totally Correct: despite Alastor having his gentlemanly persona and some weird "serial killer moral code, like dexter", he canonically has awful oral hygiene and both Vivzie and... Fautisse? Have mentioned this. His demon form has black gums. Vivzie said he "probably doesn't prioritize oral hygiene" and also probably wasn't a cannibal in life so that's literally a new hobby he picked up in death so also um. THE SECOND THIS MAN HAD FREE REIGN AND THERE WAS NO RULE OF LAW OR CONSEQUENCES HE DECIDED TO START EATING PEOPLE SO LET THAT SINK IN.

You start reading Alastor's wiki page and it makes it pretty clear he's like DERANGED, hypocritical, he's like borderline a megalomaniac? It's all hidden behind this, persona, this wall he puts up, his well put together demeanor that allegedly never cracks, but underneath his showmanship he's a haughty, insecure, judgy, gossipy, genuine FREAK who responds with insults and violence whenever he can who relishes in trolling people and scaring them, literally enjoys knowing when he's making people uncomfortable

I have so many conflicting feelings but like PRETTY SURE HIS VERSE IN THE FINALE WAS A VILLAIN SONG, HE'S LITERALLY SINGING ABOUT BEING PISSED AND WANTING TO RETALIATE BECAUSE HE'S BEING FORCED TO DO STUFF HE DOESN'T WANT TO

THUS

I AM CONVINCED VOX IS JUST A BOTTOM AND A SLUT WHO THINKS ALASTOR IS JUST REALLY COOL AND HAS A ONE SIDED PATHETIC BOY CRUSH

Bro the sound I fucking made when his wiki trivia says he's been described as "painfully white, like phlegm in the back of your throat white" NO DONT DO MY TV MAN LIKE THIS 😭🤣

Anyways, you've probably seen the posts but for someone who claims to be so hip and modern, Vox goes out of his way to dress similarly to Alastor. The coat with lapels in the front and a tail in the back, a bow tie with a cravat, cuffed sleeves, intentionally or not the color contrast of Vox's hands resembles Alastor's and Vox CAN customize his body...

He's just. I just completely forget sometimes that Alastor literally called him OLD PAL in episode 3 and yes he was obviously saying it to talk down to him but like ALASTOR DID ACKNOWLEDGE HISTORY BETWEEN THEM, and also oh wait what's this, Vivzie has confirmed Vox and the Vees are major antagonists of Season 2 and that Vox and Alastor's history is going to be expanded upon so.... radiostatic shippers stay winning ha ha

I read a post that I meant to reblog that was something like "Vox is actually an incredibly cunning charismatic manipulative businessman who is a legitimate threat and we see this for all of 5 minutes and the second Alastor is mentioned he starts completely coming apart" and it's SO TRUE, he can be ur angel or ur devil. He's a legitimately OP threat and he's also A PATHETIC SAD FAILHUSBAND. Give me Vox who's efficiently marketing more hypnosis equipment to substantially grow his own wealth and manipulating his shareholders and then he's going back to his computer room with some popcorn and kicking his little feeties as he watches his darling and Alastor on like 30 different monitors. Give me Vox who can know the INSTANT someone is trying to go behind his back and double cross him because he has mass surveillance all over the city and he's using his endless resources to develop high end 3d printers to make posable figures of his crush and Alastor.

Give me Vox who loses his cool and insults you to your face and you two get into a huge argument and maybe Velvette and Valentino lash out at you in defense of him and he's going to his room and crying from frustration into his body pillows totally not plural, totally not ones of you and Alastor and calling himself a stupid idiot because he hurt your feelings and then spends the next like week SUFFOCATINGLY showing up almost every single place you are and embarrassing himself as he tries to bond with you and prove to you what CLEARLY AWESOME boyfriend material he is

[thedivineart]

PICK A CARD: PHYSICAL DESCRIPTORS OF YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE [ future spouse series reading #03 ]

♡︎ M A S T E R L I S T ♡︎

ᵖ ᵃ ⁱ ᵈ ʳ ᵉ ᵃ ᵈ ⁱ ⁿ ᵍ ˢ ᵉ ʳ ᵛ ⁱ ᶜ ᵉ ˢ

ᵒ ⁿ ᵉ ᵗ ʷ ᵒ ᵗ ʰ ʳ ᵉ ᵉ

PILE ONE

they looks hot and sexy or looks sick or have an illness, can be a foreigner or they just typically looks foreigner or they just new in your life or a foreign born or they are good at words. elegant and beautiful vibes they are, probably smile alot or happy person/vibes. big ears? or have small height, if male he will have a masculine body while if female they are pretty or beautiful. a red hair, can be natural or dye the population of red hair are rare so that doesn't apply to all, light skin or their skin is more lighter than you, a famous or popular - sociable or friendly. half of people who pick this pile got olive to fair skin(light skin) while others are tan or brown skin, something unique about this person. maybe this person will suddenly pop out in your life. if this guy they may have short hair or clean cut while if woman she got nice hair. loud individual or a talkative one or they have a good voice or good at singing.

P I C K A C A R D

PILE TWO

If your expecting a male spouse he got a mascular body or a chubby one and a facial hair while if woman they got a curvy body, they got brown hair or black hair or chestnut/blonde hair color-natural or dye it is, they look younger than their actual age or they are childish person or have a playboy/girl look. some here got serious look or shy or loyal looking, if male they look a father figure, can look like a intellegent person or they wear some eye glassess or sun glasses often. If this is a woman she likes to braid her hair alot. They got a sharp eyes or teeth like a vampire, can be a deep sensual individual inside but won't show it. Tall height or way more taller than you, white skin? or fair skin, strong build whether it is a woman or man and they have a nice hands can be smooth or it looks beautiful.

P I C K A C A R D

PILE THREE

sharp gaze or likes to observe people, might have also a sharp teeth or ear like dwarf, have some prominent scars or just a simply tattoo, maybe a curvy or slim individual. a mature face, or looks older, hair and skin colours is in darker side while some here got lighter skin and hair colour, have nice nose and nice voice or just talkative or good at singing. a pretty/ good looking individual, can be a attractive too, specially if you prefer a woman she is so beautiful and she will got a lighter skin and hair colour - can be taller too, if you prefer a man he is a attractive one, tall or someone who is taller than you and he got a very mature looks or he is older than you specially if you are someone who is below of 30 year old. for eyes i see green, hazel or brown but i think mostly who pick up this pile got brown eyes colour of future spouse. I'm getting a water energy so maybe they got a water face like round face, soft cheeks, a under-defined cheeckbones and brows, maybe a dark and think eyelashes , bright eyes, smooth facial structure.

P I C K A C A R D

D I V I N E A R T E M I S

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[quibbs126]

So I made a second licofait kid, Licorice Syrup

I’m gonna be honest, I kind of forgot that she’s not just me making a second licofait kid and is instead Red Licorice’s replacement, but whatever. She does still replace Red Licorice I guess

So basically, Licorice Syrup here is a magician who uses sing based magic. I’m not entirely sure what her actual magic is, whether it’s necromancy or something different. I just knew how she’d use her magic and thought I’d figure it out along the way

Personality wise she reminds me of Trixie from MLP. She’s kind of a showboat and she acts incredibly confident. However her insecure side shows with enough pressure on her, and she’s not that much different from her dad in that sense

In my head, if she had a human name it’d be like, Sirena. Which I did pull from Venture Bros and I know isn’t a real name, but her powers remind me of sirens so I thought it fit. I suppose Serena works just as well, with it being like “serenade”

Also with the thing about sirens, I imagine her to be dating a mermaid, since I feel like that fits. Not sure how it happened but she is. Her girlfriend’s probably not another fankid, but rather someone else entirely

…*sigh* I’m sorry, this isn’t that good. Admittedly, she’s kind of been a thing I do in spare time over different intervals, and most of that time was yesterday when I was waiting for the volunteer event to start and waiting in line to pick up our stuff, so I wasn’t 100% focused on her. And so she’s a bit lacking in areas. This will also be relevant in the design section

Anyways, so her name comes from black licorice syrup. Which admittedly I wasn’t entirely sure was a thing but apparently it is. I came up with the name because licorice, and because Parfait has syrup in her pop star look (even if it’s not in her natural look), and ice cream (and I think parfaits) can have syrup in them

Originally her name was Black Syrup, which on one hand I still kind of like, but on the other, I realized after finishing her that I had recently come up with a new character called Dark Syrup, and the names are really similar so I changed her to Licorice Syrup since that’s still what she is

But yeah anyways, this is a picture of licorice syrup I found online

So I originally drew her in a rough sketch, just doing her hair, but as I recall the hair color itself didn’t look right, so I scrapped her at the time to come back to another day, which I eventually did. All I could really remember about what I wanted is that she’d have a similar color scheme to Licorice

Admittedly her final design may be a bit too plain. I tried to mitigate that with the light blue at the bottoms and with the skull pin, but she still might look too plain. But ah well

Speaking of the pin, I put that there to spruce up her head a bit, but then I forgot that she wears a hood, so I don’t really know how it works

I’m also not sure how I ended up with blue as her accent/secondary color, but I did. I guess it works with sirens and mermaids? It’s also why I made her eyes blue. I color picked them from Parfait’s pop star look, even though I know those are colored contacts, because they were nice and bright

I do wonder if I should have made her eyes a different color though, so that they can be an extra pop of color

Her hair was originally going to be all black, but I wanted to spruce it up a bit by having the ends white. The idea is that her hair is yogurt covered in licorice syrup. One of the main things I tried to do with Licorice Syrup even just starting out was that I wanted her hair and hair color to make sense, instead of just going from black to white for no particular reason like with Red Licorice, and I like to think I accomplished that

Overall while I recognize she may not be the best, I do still think overall I like what I did, and I hope you guys like her too

[gffa]

Sometimes I get defensive about those house decor posts I see going around where people say that the neutral colors/black & white sleek look is "soulless" and they want to bite, kill, rend, and destroy for getting rid of the color in their homes. Setting aside that people should be allowed to do whatever they want in their own homes, let me tell you what "color" means to me: Everything in my life was a different color. Every room had every color crammed into it. Which sounds like, oh, that must have been a pretty rainbow effect! It wasn't, none of these colors were meant to go together, it's a hot pink plastic shoebox set on top of a dark brown folding table holding three wildly different shades of brown hand towels, some cornflower blue notebooks, and orange pens. It's burnt orange shag carpeting in the living room and hallway, with slate blue chairs, and a white tv tray loaded up with bright yellow pill and cornflower blue bottles and pale wood bookshelf next to dark brown folding table next to pine-colored dresser next to medium dark wood nightstand, all of those that fake material with the sticker made to look like wood, not actual wood. It's lime green countertops and dark beige flooring with one faded yellow wall, one off-white wall, and one faded mint green wall. It's a pine wood mimicking kitchen table with gold trim that's a sticker not actual wood, combined with one black rolling chair, one maroon and oak chair (not actual wood), and one gray upholstered chair. It's a robin's egg blue frayed blanket tossed over the red-and-black walker in the corner, which is also loaded up with the dark green and dark blue exercise bands. It's white and beige pieces of paper plopped everywhere. And all of these colors are faded so they're not really even pretty on their own, it's just a mishmash everywhere. All of this together in one house and that's just a fraction of it, it's a constant clashing of colors and, if there was a foot of space against the wall available, it had another dresser, nightstand, or bookshelf shoved into it. I look at some of these colorful homes that people love and I think they're beautiful and I get so much joy out of people in their homes loving their surroundings! But I will never be able to live in that kind of color for myself again without being heartsore about it. I've gone for a neutral palette now that I'm making the design decisions, I'm choosing white walls (admittedly with a little bit of a blue undertone that you only notice when it's picking up other things' colors), black trim, and gray/white/black/brown reclaimed wood flooring. I picked out a gray/white/black comforter to throw over the bed with a black headboard and black + gray pillows. I'm getting some subtle green accents to put in the room, the guest room has been going with a pale yellow theme (to accent the black/white/gray/grown colors), I'm not eschewing color all together, but those bright, overwhelming colors are not what makes my soul sing. Neutral colors are not a soulless choice on my part, it's the first time in my life that I feel like it's finally clean, that I can breathe properly. You could scrub down a room with seafoam and forest green colors and have it so clean you could lick the walls and I would still have to go outside and take a moment to gather myself together if I had to live in it, because for me "color" means messy and I've had an entire lifetime of mess. I love when people put bright orange or bright green on their walls, that rocks and I will come over and genuinely tell you how beautiful it is, because I understand that it makes your soul sing. But understand that, in turn, having sleek, subtle colors makes my soul sing in a way that's just as genuine.

[puppy-phum]

Pick Your Vice Versa Outfit ↳ Talay Rawi Edition [Puen ver.]

My Top 10 Talay Outfits for @stormyoceans​​​​  layout insp. [x]

+ bonus:

(some thoughts under the cut!)

more rambles about these outfits for you monica! i hope you enjoy ^^

TOP 10 Talay Outfits explained:

10. Zebra Boy a stylish and flowy zebra print shirt with basic white slacks and talay’s signature white bag. this one is so silly but cool i had to include it. i actually am obsessed with both of the white & black print shirts tess owns but the other one is mostly worn my ohm in the series so i didn’t inlude it here (ep 2 when tess/talay goes to pester tun at the café). also i just like this scene a lot and couldn’t get over the “secret lover” -line. 

9. Reunion Blues a simple navy blue dress shirt and light colored pants plus talay’s round glasses. listen: am not a big fan of talay’s clothes in his own universe even if he looks adorable in them, but this one! this one is a legend. straight up iconic. he looks so pretty in dark blue and then we have this whole scene and ugh. just pure insanity. 

8. Goodbyes taste bitter an orange and white striped shirt and black jeans. am so obsessed with the v-neck of this shirt, it’s crazy. i don’t blame puen at all for instantly going like, “oh yes, that’s my bf now” bc honestly? very understandable. talay just looks so good in this shirt, holy hell. continues on the road of, “why must you dress up so nicely when the occasion is breaking my heart?” i guess these two are similar like that. 

7. Let us kiss again a red-blue-white striped sweater with red pants. i love this color combo on talay so much. blue and red just suit him. the shirt is also tight fitting and it’s amusing to see puen Struggling bc of it. man is not able to keep his hands off. it’s very understandable but pls sir, calm down. you’ve known each other like two weeks. and you still haven’t even told talay that you’re not kissing him just bc but bc you’re head over heels in love with him. get a grip. 

6. First Kiss a simple white sweatshirt and red/fucsia pants. i don’t want to say this but i have to say this: talay’s ass looks amazing in these pants. like, am not one to stare but oh boy. it’s right there! stealing the show! and then it’s combined with talay’s sexy wet hair after running through the rain to look for his long lost lover friend who he wants to make up with. Literally. bc they’re kissing by the end of this. and i scream. 

5. The Green Sweater a yellow-green sweater combined with white pants. talay looks adorable in this with his guitar and the sweater paws. am not at all surprised that puen looks close to tears bc bitch, me too. it’s just So Soft and then it’s mixed with the guitar (+ the lotus flower) and talay singing a love song and. i want to hug him so bad, puen get out of the way it’s my turn now. 

4. The Wedding Suit a light pink colored suit, apparently without a shirt underneath. this whole thing began with this suit. as i said, this one is 100% outshining the one puen wears in this scene. i am just in love with this suit; the color, the simplicity, the cut, the way talay wears it so casually. he looks amazing and positively ethereal. puen is marrying him on the spot. talay is thinking it’s a joke but i might just tell him it’s not. get a ring and be done with it, would you. this might sound controversial after me saying puen is rushing things with the kisses but i don’t actually have anything against it.  

3. Loneliness is yellow a simple black sweatshirt with bright yellow pants. i feel like the more heartbreaking the scenes get, the better talay gets dressed. he’s always serving looks when am crying on my floor. i don’t mind tho bc why not have several mental breakdowns at the same time, saves me the time. he looks absolutely glorious in that black shirt, and the colored pants are a wonderful touch. if tess got nothing else, at least he's had the sense to buy all these clothes.

2. The Gray Jacket a textured gray jacket with a black shirt and white pants. the texture on this jacket makes me go wild bc it looks so nice to touch and the whole jacket looks so cozy. am wondering how talay can wear that with the heat but that’s fortunately something that doesn’t get to me through my screen. he looks very huggable once again. he looks positively radiant when he smiles. and it’s just a plus that puen looks so gone for him bc yeah, valid. am in love with this sunshine boy too. 

1. Second chance a gray sweater with red details, combined with red pants. honestly talay’s best outfit in this whole show hands down. every time i start this ep, i am just blown away by this outfit. the styling team was going crazy that day. the shirt has a v-neck, the red details work so well, it fits talay nicely, the rolled sleeves, the delicate bag. the pants are tight fitting and make his legs look extra long and slim. especially in that billiard room lighting he just looks insanely pretty. i want to yell into the void. the void might yell back at me. 

Bonus: Striped Bathrobe a black and white striped robe, worn mostly for breakfast. i am not really sure what to call this but a bathrobe felt like the closest fitting one so i went with it. it’s crazy how this is literally the second outfit puen ever sees talay in if we don’t count talay being half naked. he got absolutely bewitched and talay is not even bothered. this striped robe is what truly mattered. and please let’s not talk about ai’dang. 

[penroseparticle]

Penrose Album of the Day, Day 37: open this wall by berlioz

Surprise! I bet you were expecting a single song. Strap in though, I went a little crazy here. God this album came out literally a week ago and I am head over heels in love with it. Have you ever had love at first sight with something but with your ears? I have.

There’s times when songs or albums or artists or what have you grab me by the lapels and say “I AM SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO YOU. OPEN YOUR HEART WHILE I POUR THE WORLD INSIDE” and I am stuck standing, grinning like a fool with my open socket heart. I think the first time I was aware it was happening was at a concert. I was going to go see Reptar, a band the guy I was dating at the time really liked. The opener was this band I had also never heard of, Young Empires (I had barely heard of Reptar, to be honest. That said they’re not bad, Ice Black Sand is a good listen if you’re interested). The band started to warm up, they looked like nothing special, and well, then they started playing.

I was probably one of the tallest people at the venue of maybe 50-100 people, which was notable but not that weird. Sometimes being 6’1” makes you stand out. Or maybe I’m mythologizing the moment in my head; people tend to do that. Maybe I only remember the bits that matter to me. What matters though, and this is true- what matters is I was taller by about a head than every person in front of me, and I was 5-6 people deep in the crowd. So I had a full, clear view of the stage, and of Matthew Vlahovich (The lead singer). So when the song Sunshine came on, and I slowly realized that I was about to be carried away by this song, and be this band’s fan for life, Matthew watched the creeping realization and delirious, wild smile crawling over my face, the love blooming like a tender beansprout in my heart. And he pointed at me and smiled, still singing the song. I was hooked for the entire set.

I never remember it’s a Reptar concert, by the way. I couldn’t tell you a single song they played. But I won’t forget Young Empires.

I love when the message makes it perfectly to me. I love when I see the vision. I hear the secret. I can’t express what makes a song do this for me either. By all accounts I can’t even tell what gives a song that quality. What’s the rhyme, what’s the reason. There are songs I truly, absolutely love that did not strike me in that fashion. But there are other songs, or whole albums, where this happened. Sunshine by Young Empires. Smoke by Victoria Monet. And now ascension by berlioz grabbed me and never let go.

After I listened to this album in full, I went on a dive and the first thing I saw berlioz’s spotify profile. “If Matisse made house music”. Fuck that’s so pretentious. So. X meets Y. It’s essential, in a way. A great, pithy one liner to describe your music. But like. That’s so arrogant!!! That’s like calling yourself the Da Vinci of music. Like saying not only am I the best at what I do, but I’m directly comparable to not just someone equally as skilled in another medium. But long lasting and prolific. Matisse is a household name for an art style people couldn’t pick out of a lineup some days. And don’t get me wrong, some days I’m people. Matisse. Christ.

I literally can’t disagree though, is the best part. How shocking to be prepared for bad taste, only to find an apt comparison. Even the cover art is very The Cutouts meets Blue Algal meets Madame Matisse in a Kimono meets who gives a rats ass what I think. What do you think. What does this album art make you feel. Do you like it? Is the white background with the vibrant colors reminiscent of something for you? Did you mistake it for a work of art? Was that a mistake? Isn’t it beautiful? How lucky.

I sound like an art teacher. I should be embarrassed but I’m just enthralled. I sound pretentious. Like this means something. And it does, but I don’t talk this way about everything. I don’t talk this way about things that I even feel more strongly about or find more important. Maybe I’ve gotten old, or joy is infectious, or I just like writing words in any order. Maybe everyone else knows the secret that music should enthuse. I don’t know. I just know this album makes me feel like it’s a balmy summer night, which is lucky, because it is. And I want to tell everyone.

Berlioz wants that too- his first EP was titled jazz is for ordinary people. There’s this sentence my roommate used and I’ve never really forgotten it. “People wear jewelry to tell you something”. And well. Artists name tracks to tell you something to. They reference to tell you something. They choose album art. To tell you something. The medium? It’s calling you, and the metadata berlioz has included in his work smacks you over and over again- this music is not special, or for smart people, for the erudite or the well read or the people who can use the big fancy music words. This music was for you. For me. It’s for us to enjoy. Period.

Matisse made art like a good comfy armchair, and berlioz makes art like the music playing in the coffee shop with that armchair in it. So the comparison isn’t a bad one, OK. That’s not to say I think berlioz is Matisse levels of good. I’m saying he has an understanding of narrative. Of evocation. I’m saying he might be a wizard, perhaps. (I guess I AM saying berlioz might be Matisse levels of good, but a good debut is simply that, right?). Matisse is even sampled on one of his works- la danse, from 2022. He gave a radio interview and berlioz just. Sampled his inspiration.

There’s a Rolling Stone Interview where he’s talking about his sample work actually and I do love what he says- he’s talking about the Nancy Wilson sample from open this wall (the namesake track), and what he says about spontaneity and how sampling can be more evocative due to its nature, like. The fact that any sample is not intended for use in the song it’s being used in, so it’s earnest and somehow, despite being recorded many moons ago, fresh and spontaneous. A thought fully formed springing from the head, like Athena. I think jazz, house, and black classical (ode to rashaan was very clear ok) all lend themselves to this dreamy, illustrative, almost building block-esque feel that a lot of Matisse’s art gives me. Dance (I) but given auditory form. Where you can take pieces and fit them together and have something that’s more than the sum of its parts.

Open This Wall is 34 minutes long. 34 minutes! She is baby. She is tiny. I want to hold her, this newborn babe, carried into this world so gently, with such promise. I don’t think anything really taught me about potential as much as this tiny musical blip. This short, infinitesimal series of soundwaves. This cosmic ant of an album, engulfed by the world and not even trying to hide it. 34 minutes isn’t just enough. It’s perfect. Ascension grabs you with some truly smooth saxophone (I hope most ardently that it’s Attlee himself playing it) and just the most quietly groovable house track you’ve ever rolled molly to. And 30 minutes later you’re free. But changed.

This music simultaneously is music I think I could dance with someone to. Music I could make dinner to. Music I could read to. Music I could fall asleep to. This is music, most importantly, I would wholeheartedly recommend to you if you are excited to try something new. Dip your toe into some house music, or some jazz.

If 34 minutes is too much of your time, my 4 personal favorite songs are ascension, open this wall, something will happen, and nymtp.

You could, however, use this as an excellent jumping off point for some other music. My favorite thing about music like this is that. The samples are a way deeper. You can listen to Nancy Wilson. See what drew berlioz to her in the first place. On ode to rashaan, you hear a sample extolling black classical music, and the song is written about Rashaan Roland Kirk. Do you want to dig deeper, to find the connections? I’ll let you look up the sample. A good puzzle for those who care.

I genuinely, wholeheartedly loved this album. And hey. You could be dead right now. Go listen to something you love. I know I am.

[riirhythms]

BLOG ENTRY #1 Dilaw: A Colorful Journey of Love and Loss

"When you came into my life, it was like a burst of sunshine on a cloudy day, filling everything with warmth and brightness. But now that you're gone, I'm left with a mark of your presence that won't go away, like a stain that stays no matter how hard I try to scrub it."

Maki's newly released music video for "Dilaw" is a visual and emotional masterpiece that takes the audience on a poignant journey through the highs and lows of love. The narrative encapsulated through clever color symbolism, leaves a lasting impression that is both heartwarming and heart-wrenching.

The Color Transition: From Monotony to Vitality

At the start, it's all in black and white, like old photographs. It feels boring like nothing is exciting happening. That's how the music video begins, showing a dull life. But then, something changes. The colors start to shift, and suddenly, there's yellow everywhere! It's like someone turned on a big, bright light. Yellow represents warmth and energy, and it's like a burst of sunshine in the video. This change shows us how having someone important in our lives can make everything feel more alive and colorful.

The Yellow Stain: A Mark of Unforgettable Impact One of the most memorable parts of the video is when Maki accidentally leaves a yellow mark on Maloi's uniform. It's not just a simple stain; it's like a little piece of sunshine that Maki leaves behind. This stain represents how someone can leave a mark on our lives, even after they're gone. It's like a reminder of all the happiness they brought us, but it also reminds us of the sadness when they're not around anymore. The stain is like a symbol of the deep impressions that the people we love leave on us. It's a mix of happy memories and sad feelings, all wrapped up in one little mark.

The Bittersweet Reality of Relationships The main idea behind "Dilaw" is the mixed feelings we experience in relationships. The video does a great job of showing how much someone can affect us, blending moments of happiness with moments of sadness. It's like a true-to-life look at love, where we feel both joy and sorrow. By the end, we realize how much relationships can change us, leaving us different from how we started.

The Enduring Impact of Love and Loss One of the most touching parts of the music video comes at the end when Maloi starts crying. Up until that moment, the colors in the video are kind of dull and muted, matching her sadness. But then, something changes. Maloi picks up a yellow object, and it's like a switch flips. Suddenly, the whole scene becomes brighter and warmer. It's as if she's finding a little piece of happiness again. This moment is really powerful because it shows how love and loss can still affect us, even after someone is gone. It's like their presence lingers on, shaping our feelings and experiences long after they've left.

A Visually and Emotionally Rich Experience Maki's "Dilaw" is not just a song; it's an experience that resonates deeply with anyone who has ever loved and lost. The clever use of color transitions and symbolism in the music video adds layers of meaning to the lyrics, making it a visually and emotionally rich narrative. It reminds us that while people may come and go, their influence, whether it brought us joy or sorrow, remains with us, coloring our world in unforgettable ways. In essence, "Dilaw" is a testament to the enduring power of love and the inevitable intertwining of happiness and heartache in our lives. It's a music video that will stay with you long after it ends, much like the yellow stain—an indelible mark of unforgettable impact.

Ratings for "Dilaw" by Maki💛 Lyrics: The words in "Dilaw" are beautiful and really capture the ups and downs of love. They're like a painting, full of emotion and meaning. (Rating: 4.5/5) Vocal: Maki sings the song really well, and you can feel the emotions in their voice. Sometimes they sound vulnerable, other times strong, but it all fits the song perfectly. (Rating: 4/5) Emotional Impact: This song really hits you in the heart. It's so relatable, especially if you've ever been in love or gone through a breakup. It makes you feel things deeply. (Rating: 5/5) Production: The music in "Dilaw" sounds really good. Everything sounds clear and well put-together, which makes the song even better. (Rating: 4.5/5) Replay Value: You'll want to listen to this song over and over again. It's just so good and has a timeless feel to it that keeps you coming back. (Rating: 4/5) Overall Rating: "Dilaw" is an amazing song in every way. From the lyrics to the music to how it makes you feel, it's just really well done. (Overall Rating: 4.5/5)

[unreadpoppy]

Swan Song

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a Raphael Swan Lake rewrite AU I guess?

Summary: Odille has always lived in her sister's Odette shadow. When both of them are turned into swans by the devil Raphael, she couldn't be more livid, especially as her sister falls in love with the handsome Wyll Ravengard. When Raphael makes the proposition of a lifetime, Odille's wicked nature will come to the surface.

A/N: This is an wild ass AU that has been living in my head rent free for some time. No canon is followed here, this is way more of a Swan Lake rewrite, but there's still some Raphael stuff (it's not necessarily romantic but honestly, take it as you want it). Also, tw for murder.

This is a tale of two sisters. 

Odette, the oldest, was the pride and joy of the family. With bright, blond hair, eyes as blue as sapphire and white skin, to her father, she was beauty incarnate. She was a kind hearted girl, as graceful as a swan when she danced around in the living room, and with a charming smile that could melt even the hardest of hearts. 

All in all, Odette was perfect. As her father would often say, it was as if she had been blessed by the gods themselves upon her birth.

Her sister, Odille, however, was not as fortunate. 

Being the daughter of a second wife, Odille looked nothing like her sister. Her hair was pitch black, her eyes were of a swamp green color and her skin was pale from the lack of sunlight. 

Odille didn’t sing or dance, her smile didn’t shine as bright as the sun, and people didn’t pay attention to her. In fact, even her father often forgot about her. 

While Odette was free to do as she pleased, Odille had to keep the house clean and take care of their parents - that being the reason she rarely left the house. 

Their parents had died a few years earlier, due to a terrible sickness, leaving the two girls on their own. Odille thought she would finally be free, but her dying mother’s last words had doomed her.

‘Promise me you’ll take care of Odette. Promise me.’ And so she did, finding work to sustain the both of them, while Odette remained the carefree girl she had always been. 

Odille lived in her sister's shadow, and for that, she hated Odette. She hated how all the men in the village showered her with gifts and pretty words, how their father, when still alive, would embrace her and kiss her forehead; She hated how beautiful her sister was, how perfect at anything she was, how she had a heart of gold. Odille believed her heart to be a black mass of hatred, a twisted shape of vines and thorns, grown with years of resentment. 

So when the news that poor, beautiful Odette had been transformed into a swan, Odille cried tears of joy. 

With her sister gone, everyone would pay attention to her. No longer would she be the invisible little girl, always inside her home but the one all eyes were turned to. She would find a handsome man to marry and all would be well.

That’s what she believed at first, but the reality had been completely different. 

Once the news spread of Odette’s misfortune, all the men in the village ran to the forest, crying at the loss of such beauty. When night fell, the swan turned back into the girl and she was able to explain her situation. 

“I had come to the forest to pick flowers, when a handsome man came up to me.” She began her tale. “He said he had never seen someone as fair as me, and asked for my hand. I refused him, and then he offered riches. When I refused him again, he offered land. And when I refused him for the third time, he revealed himself to be a terrible fiend by the name of Raphael. He put a curse on me - by day, a swan and by night, a woman again.” 

The crowd cried, feeling for poor Odette. Her sister had stood aside, far away from most people, the blood in her veins beginning to boil. Even in this situation, her sister still attracted the attention of everyone.

“But do not weep for me, as I can still be saved. I have been told by one of the druid’s who guards these woods that there is a way to break the curse. If a man, who has never loved before, proclaims his love for me before the season’s change, I shall return to my true form.”

“And what happens if that doesn’t happen?” A young man asked. 

“Then Odette will stay a swan, forever more.” A grave voice had answered, seemingly coming from the wind itself. Then, near where the girl stood, a great fire rose and from it, a devil appeared. 

Gasps and protests were heard all around as Odette pointed at him. “It was him - he is Raphael, the one who cursed me!” She shouted. 

Red skin, head crowned with horns, a long tail and wings, the fiend wore long, black garments. People began to shout and curse at him, one person in particular throwing a rock at him. With a snap of his fingers, the boy turned to ash.

“Enough of this noise, all of you.” His voice boomed. “Odette’s fate is sealed, and I fear there is nothing to be done. Try to oppose me and you will live very short lives.” The crowd went silent at the threat. “Now, all of you, leave right this instant, lest you share in his fate.” 

At the command, all but Odille left. She decided to stay hidden behind a tree, listening as Raphael turned his attention to her sister. 

“How could you be so cruel?” The girl cried. 

“Ah, my dear swan, there are men much crueler than me in the world.” He said, his fingers caressing her face, and she quickly turned from him in disgust. Deep down, Odille felt envious, wishing her to be the one receiving that touch. “Now, I can end your torment right this instant. Accept me, and be human again.” 

“No.” 

From where she stood, Odille could see Raphael’s face turn into a scowl. “Very well. It seems I’ll have to punish you.” 

“There is nothing you can do to hurt me anymore.” Odette defied him. 

“Isn’t there?” He asked in a mocking tone. He looked around, humming in thought. “You know, these woods can get quite lonely. What if I give you a friend?” 

“What-what do you mean?” 

“Well, it seems your dear sister didn’t listen when I told all to leave.” Raphael spoke and with a snap of his fingers, Odille was in front of them, wide eyed. 

“Do not hurt her!” Odette cried, but he raised a hand, stopping her from walking closer. 

“You think too lowly of me. I would never hurt you or your sister.” He smirked. “No, as I said, I shall give you something to keep you company.” 

He waved his hand and Odille was engulfed by flames. 

She was overwhelmed by the heat and the sound of her sister’s scream, and when the world came back to normal, everything seemed much bigger - or maybe she was smaller.

“NO!” Odette screamed horrified. 

Odille tumbled near the pond, catching her reflection in the water. Instead of a woman, she saw a black swan staring back at her. 

“Do not worry. When morning comes, she will turn back into a human.” He told Odette. 

“But-but, when the sun rises, I’ll be a swan.” 

“Yes. If I were you, I’d cherish these few more precious hours until dawn arrives.” Raphael made a motion to leave. ‘Now, if I were you, I’d hush about the solution to your little curse, lest you want a true taste of my ire.” And with the sound of a snap, he was gone. 

…

Even as a swan, Odille lived in her sister’s shadow. 

At day, she was forced to watch as various men from the village proclaimed their love to Odette, only for nothing to happen. At night, she saw her sister dancing sadly along the pond, the other forest animals joining her.

No men came to profess their love for Odille. No one had even seemed to notice she had shared in her sister’s fate. Her hatred for Odette only grew more and more. If it wasn’t for her, Odille could have been far away now, free from her, but no, Odette had to reject the devil, she had to defy him, and now Odille was still trapped with her. 

A month had passed in this predicament, when something changed. One day, a few hours before sundown, an arrow flew across the pond, almost hitting Odette. 

Odille, who was sat upon a large tree, watched as a young, handsome man ran towards the swan, raising his arrow, ready to strike. She saw the swan flying away, narrowly missing the arrows again and again, and Odille silently wished that one arrow would pierce her sister’s chest. 

But, to her dismay, night arrived, and the sisters positions were changed, the man watching in awe as the swan became a beautiful woman. Odille was quick to fly down from the tree and into the pond, listening to their conversation. 

“I apologize, my lady.” He bowed his head. “I am Wyll Ravengard.I was out hunting when I saw the most beautiful of swans. Had I known of your true self, I would have stopped sooner.” 

“You had no way of knowing.” Odette smiled at him. 

“But tell me, how could this be? Are you some sort of druid?”

She shook her head. “No, I am not. I was cursed by a terrible devil to turn into a swan during the day. My sister-” She pointed at the black swan “was cursed as well.” 

Wyll scowled. “These devils…they fool around with the lives of innocent people.” His gaze softened. “I am sorry that this has happened to you. The both of you.” 

“Thank you.” She took a step closer to him. “Please, keep me company before I turn back to that form.” 

He nodded and Odille watched in contempt as they spent the night talking and dancing. The little relief she got was that, whenever the two would get too close, she’d begin singing that terrible swan song, distracting the two. 

But for one month, that was how her night’s would play out. Odille would swim around while her sister smiled and blushed at Wyll. During the day, Odille would think about all the ways she could wrap her hands around Odette’s neck and snap it. 

How, if it wasn’t for the fear that the curse would persist, she would have ended Odette long ago. 

But Odille would not have to wait long until an opportunity arrived. 

…

The night before, Wyll had told Odette how he had captured her heart. He told her that he was the son of a duke, and that his father commanded a ball to be held in his name, where Wyll should find one woman to claim as his wife. 

He wanted Odette to attend and to declare in front of all his love for her. She blushed at the thought and kissed him, telling Wyll that she would go. Then, she proceeded to spend the rest of her time telling Odille how excited she was at the prospect of being free. 

If her swan face allowed it, Odille would have scowled. 

When morning came, the dark haired girl walked to the edge of the forest, as far away from the pond as she could. During her walk, she couldn’t help but murmur. 

“Perfect Odette, who gets a handsome son of a duke to fall for her. Odette, who’s so kind, sweet and who everyone loves. Perfect, perfect, perfect.” Odille walked in circles as she spoke to herself. “‘Oh, look at me, I’m Odette, I can do no wrong.’ Ugh, how I wish I could make her stop talking.” 

“If I had known you held this much hatred for your sister, I would have approached you much sooner.” Raphael’s voice snapped her back into reality. 

He appeared to her just as he had that first day. Odille huffed and walked past him, but he held onto her arm. “Ah, ah, ah, not so fast, little swan.” 

“Let me go.” She said, twisting her arm to try and get out of this grip, but he was stronger than her. 

“And why would I do that, when you have just become essential to my plans?” At that, she stopped struggling and looked at him suspiciously. 

“I don’t want anything to do with you, devil.” She spat. 

“Oh but you will.” His eyes darkened as he smirked. “What if I could give you the means to be free, for once and all? To end the curse.” 

Odille's eyes widened. Could he truly be offering such a thing? 

“What are you trying to get at?”

At this point, Raphael had let go of her arm, and she stood there, listening intently to every word he had to say.

“Let me tell you a story.” He began. “Long ago, all of this land belonged to me, given to me by my father, Mephistopheles. I ruled with a strict but fair hand, this forest being a haven for those in need.” Raphael walked around, moving his arms as he told his tale, almost as if he was an actor in a play. 

“That was until I was struck down by the forces of the Blade of Frontiers, Wyll Ravengard. He sought to rid the realm of any devilish influence and so, my reign was over. For years, I have been harnessing my power back and finally, a good opportunity to take the boy down has arrived.” 

“And how do I fit in all of this?”

“Patience, dear.” He raised a hand to calm her. “Ravengard has fallen madly in love with your sister, and if he proclaims his love for her, her curse will end, but with your help, I can take down two birds with one stone.” 

She raised a brow, urging him to continue. 

“Tonight, instead of your sister, it will be you who will go to the ball. With a simple charm, you will look like her. Stay there long enough for the boy to choose you as wife and then strike him down with this.”

Raphael reached a hand forwards and a dark blade appeared in his hands. 

Odille gulped. “Why do you need my help for this? Can’t you do it yourself?”

“Ravengard, foolish as he is, is not dumb. He has put a spell on his home, which prevents my entrance. Once he is gone, however, I’ll be able to take over.”

She took a step closer to him, her hand hovering above the weapon. “And what of my sister?”

“The heartbreak of Wyll’s betrayal will be too grand for her to take. I have no doubt she would not be long for this world after his demise.” With the dagger in his hand, Raphael walked behind Odille, his larger body looming over hers as he whispered in her ear. “I’ve been watching you, Odille. I know how you feel, the anger, the hurt, the envy. I could fix it all like that.” He snapped his fingers, a small flame appearing. “No more sister to bother you, no more living in the shadows. You would be the center of attention and all would talk about you for years to come. Do we have a deal?”

Odille thought for a moment. She had fantasized about this situation for so long, it didn’t seem possible but here it was. A quite literal devil on her shoulder, whispering to her all the things she had longed to hear. 

She always knew it was wrong to think of killing her sister, but this way, she wouldn’t have to get her hands dirty with Odette’s blood. This way, she would get what she always wanted. 

Without a word, Odille grabbed the blade. 

…

Wyll had been none the wiser. When he saw Odille - disguised as her sister - he walked towards her, pulling the girl into a dance. 

Odille noticed the way he looked at her, eyes full of love and a kind smile. She almost felt bad for what she was to do. 

Almost. When she remembered all she had seen and endured because of her sister, the weight of the blade felt lighter. 

As the night reached its end, Wyll finished the dance, holding her hand and telling everyone in the room. 

“Ladies, gentlemen, friends, hear! I have found the one I shall wed. The one who has captured my heart, the one whom I shall share the rest of my life with!” He got down on one knee, holding her hands. “I love you, like I have loved no other. You, and only you, shall be the one I love.” 

Odille smiled, placing a hand on his face. But soon, her smile turned more wicked and vile. 

“Oh, Wyll. Love truly makes us fools, doesn’t it?” She said. Wyll frowned in confusion, looking around when a loud noise hit one of the windows. 

He turned his head, just in time to see the swan he had grown to love flying near the glass and then falling, having just heard his confession. He turned back to Odille, his face falling. 

“No…” Wyll got up and ran towards the window, looking down the balcony to see the swan, now turned back to Odette’s body, laying bloody on the ground. “ODETTE! NO!” 

In his confusion and despair, he didn’t notice how Odille had silently approached him. It was only when the dagger pierced his back that he understood what happened. 

…

People screamed, running around in a panic. Odille stood there, looking at the body of her sister, dead on the floor. 

She should feel sad, but instead, Odille felt happy. 

Wyll was laying next to her feet, his blood dirtying the balcony. The smell of sulfur filled the air, and from a circle of fire on the ground, Raphael appeared in all his glory. 

Clapping his hands, he walked to where Odille was. “My, my, what a beautiful display that was.” He crouched down, removing the blade from Wyll’s body, wiping it with a handkerchief. “You were marvelous, my dear. Are you satisfied?” 

“Quite so.” She sneaked one last glance to her sister, before turning her full attention to the devil. “Now, for your part of the deal.” 

“Of course.” Raphael waved a hand and Odille was once again engulfed by flames, feeling her body change. Black feathers grew from various parts of her body, covering her arms, legs, torso and neck. Her feet elongated, becoming talons and from her back, a pair of giant wings appeared. 

Odille was confused. She was supposed to become human again and not…this. 

“What have you done to me?” 

“I have changed you, of course! I never said you’d go back to what you were, dear.” He could see the panic begin rising in her and he smirked, stepping forwards, and giving her back the dagger. “You look marvelous, my black swan.” 

Taking it, Odille saw her reflection, how her body had changed and for some reason, she liked what she saw. In this form, she would be free to fly wherever she wanted, and all head would turn when she walked. She was no longer bound by familial bonds, free to do as she wished. 

“Now come, there is much work to be done, and I believe you and I will be grand partners.” Raphael offered her a hand, and with a wicked grin, Odille took it. 

The end. 

[mrs-dr-reid]

My Personal Sam Winchester Headcanons

Part 1/?

Always kisses the top of your head. Mainly because he’s so tall and it’s the part of you he can kiss the easiest, but he does it all the time for every form of greeting

He’s never without a book. He always has at least three different books in his bag that he can grab out if he’s bored on a car trip or if he’s at the bunker by himself and there’s no case to research for

He gets up at the ass crack of dawn every morning to go for a run. He tried to get you to go with him exactly once, because when you grabbed the switch blade from under your pillow and threatened to chop off all of his hair, he immediately stopped bugging you about it and now he just lets you sleep

He can type unnaturally fast, but only if he borderline abuses every key. No joke, you can be in the kitchen and hear him “CLACK CLACK CLACK”ing away on his laptop in the library. It drives you and Dean bonkers, but if he doesn’t do it, he literally has to hunt and peck like an 80-year-old man and it takes him 11 and a half years to type a paragraph that's on the SHORTER SIDE

All of his flannels are organized by color, starting with red shades on the left and ending with the neutrals on the right (black, brown, white, grey, tan, that shit). He’s tried organizing Dean’s flannels that way, but Dean always puts it right back to his “most worn to least worn” system

He likes PDA, but in the gentler sense. Like, he’ll put a hand on your back as he walks past and says a quick “hi”, he’ll rest his chin on the top of your head or on your shoulder while you’re cooking just to be near you, and he’ll grab your hand or put a hand on your knee or thigh while you’re both researching just because he can

He says “I like you” way more than “I love you”, because he knows you know he loves you, but he just wants to reaffirm how much he likes you. Say you make lunch and you bring him some while he’s busy researching. He’ll smile, kiss your cheek, and say, “I like you so much, Babe. Thank you”. You call him a dweeb, but you still say you like him too and go back to what you were doing

When he’s sick, he refuses to let you take care of him because he doesn’t want you to get sick too. The second he feels the teensiest bit under the weather, he kicks you out of your shared room and barricades himself inside so he can’t get anyone else sick. He takes care of himself pretty well, but eventually you pick the lock and mother hen him into submission

You somehow get him addicted to home design shows by making him watch them with you all the time, and now he’ll watch them completely of his own volition. Once you came home from the store to find him watching an episode of House Hunters, and you heard him say, “The hell do you mean you don’t think House #3 is for you, Tiffany?! It checks every godforsaken box you have, and it SOMEHOW is within your shoestring of a budget! Go for it!!!”. Dean still hasn’t let him live it down

He sings to himself a lot, but mostly very specific bits of songs that get stuck in his head and they’re the only parts he can remember off the top of his head. One time he was cooking and you distinctly heard him mumbling the lyrics to “America” from West Side Story, but it was just the first chorus over and over again because he couldn’t remember the rest of the words

When he’s sleeping by himself, he lays on his back and essentially takes up the whole bed because he also starfishes (while snoring like a hibernating bear, but I digress). When he’s sleeping with you, he’s the big spoon, and he holds you as close to his chest as he possibly can by your waist while you essentially melt into him

He either treats his hair like it's the only thing he has going for him or like it's just there and he's overall neutral about it. Like, one week he'll do an eight step haircare routine and sleep in a satin bonnet to keep it from getting frizzy and the works every single night, then the next he acts like he doesn't even know what a hairbrush is

After becoming friends with Eileen (and after his accidental faux-pas), you and him make it your mission to become at least 75% fluent in sign language, and Dean begrudgingly learns a few key phrases so he can get by in simple conversation because whether or not he'll admit it out loud (since he's mr. "no chick flick moments"), he likes Eileen and loves seeing her smile just as much as you guys do

He's the king of New Year's Resolutions. He makes a list of a bunch of really small changes, like "I'll work together with Dean and Y/N and make a chore chart" or "I'll go out and get eco-friendly lightbulbs for the bunker and turn the unused lights off more often", and he sticks with them the whole year. You're always surprised that he can always come up with at least 6 things to change every year

He loves dogs. He knows about 80% of all the dog breeds out there and can identify them mostly on the first try just by glancing at them. It pisses you and Dean off to no end

He’s terrible at strategy games like Connect 4 and Battleship, and nobody has any idea why. He just sucks ass at strategy games. He’s annoyingly good at Operation though, because he has the steadiest hands on earth

His favorite way to kiss you is to pull you closer by your belt loops, then slide one hand up to your neck and one to your waist (and by that I mean partially on your waist but mostly cupping your ass). Mostly because you always melt into him when he does it and it spikes his ego a little bit

He always remembers the littlest details about you. Like you’ll mention offhandedly once that you prefer paperback books to hardcover ones, and then after that every book he gets you for Christmas and your birthday is paperback. Or you’ll casually say in a conversation that platypuses are your favorite animal, and then one day a platypus plushie randomly appears on your bed. And it makes you love him just the teensiest bit more every time he does something like that for you

[revisitingfandoms]

Thing I've had

Soooo, Like any with cookei run OC's, I have one.

This my lovely viewers is my half-decently drawn picture of Mirror Moon Cookie. (The uncolored verison.) Hence I feel the need to add a color palette. sort of.

Sorry its so big-

Anyways.

Mirrior Moon Cookie was once one of the many cookies that lived under the glorious days of the five heros, until their fall. She lived to witness their destruction and desolation of the world around her.

As a former discple and student under Shadow Milk cookie, this broke her heart and left a deep scaring betrayal. In the chaos of the ongoing disaster, she prayed to the witches for assitance, she remained ignored by most, yet one answered her.

Between this, the witch crafted and gifted her a seat of chains, 'I cannot trust another with the full power of our might' The witch said, 'You see what happened with the fallen heros' The witch whispered, 'Yet, only one of their power can aid in defeating them'

Gifting the chains to the cookie, allowed her to chain the beasts and pause their rampages yet also changing the cookie once known as Fortune Cookie into Mirrior Moon Cookie.

By accepting the chains her once of yellow crust into a deep black, her tied by brown frosting into pure white and her soft sun yellow eyes into the deepest purple, her once soft scent of flour changing into the wind at night and of sweet moonlight.

Lending her assitance to the witches in sealing the beasts, the chains kept them down long enough for the witches to seal them with the forks. In this act, she was granted an extened lifetime.

The witch who original gifted her the chains spoke to her one last time before they disappeared, 'Go to the wizards' The witch said, 'Find the wizards and gain a new purpose. You linger too much in the past and upon your mentor.' The witch loosened Mirror Moon cookies chains before sending her off.

She would later travel all the way to the city of wizards, she was glazed upon with a unique wonder and questions, but also hestiation. One Wizard asked her, 'Why should we, wizards, allow the cookie creation of a witch to live amoung us?' Mirrior Moon lowered her head, 'Because I have no one else, My mentor is lost, my friends gone and my family in graves. I come here, because I have no where else. I come here seeking a new purpose.'

The wizard hummed, 'Then you shall study under me, for all that wizards and witches argue over which is better or more accurate, I find we all use the same magic. The same can be said for their creations.'

The wizard took in Mirrior Moon cookie as their assitant. She would bond with this wizard and his students- both learning and teaching.

One day the wizard in a empty classroom spoke to her, 'us wizards cannot linger here for long' He said, his eyes saddened, 'and we cannot take you cookies with us,'

She stares at him, 'Why not? I.. I do not wish to left alone again. Take me with you.'

The wizard shook his head, 'I cannot, the archmage forbade it. It would kill you.' She looked down as tears welled, 'So I shall lose both you and our students.'

Wizard picked her and slowly and carefully wipped her tears, 'Oh Mirrior moon cookie' He spoke, 'don't be so sad, this only goodbye for now, I am sure we will meet again one day.'

She nods and with a whispered request speaks, 'May you sing that song, my friend?' The wizard gives a half hearted chuckle and with a nod sings.

'Leaves in the vine, falling so slow..'

He leaves and inside of the city of wizards, in an empty classroom, lingers a cookie. A lost cookie, who lost those who were family thrice over. Atleast until the stars fell from the sky, crushing all the stood before them.

So thoughts on my characters background?

(Also song is 'leaves on the vine' from avatar the last airbender. )

[boatzandhoez]

Caught My Eye

In which, Y/N is the queen bee of school, and quiet, nerdy boy, Harry, happens to catch her eye.

Warnings: bullying?…

A/N: This is my first post on Tumblr…hope you enjoy :)

(3.2k+ words)

Y/N taps her acrylic white French tip nails on the worn out wooden desk. Her chin rests in the palm of her hand. Her other hand is occupied with twirling a strand of her hair and tapping her nails.

She sighs, not paying any mind to the teacher in front of her going on about some war that happened. Y/N isn’t too sure if she’s being honest.

She sits, counting down the minutes on the digital clock above the door, waiting until she can leave her awfully boring class that happens right before lunch.

Y/N hears her phone vibrate on her desk. She glances over at the teacher, making sure the older man isn’t looking at her. She concludes that it’s safe to check her phone, seeing that her teacher is rambling on about whatever it is he is teaching.

She picks up her phone, a small smirk reaches her lips as she reads the text message in front of her. She bits the inside of her cheek, thinking of something to reply back.

Conner

you look hot in that outfit

Y/N

do I now?

Conner

yeah really fuckin hot

She’s not wearing anything special, just her school uniform, which consists of a soft grey short sleeve polo, with a blue crewneck overtop, a black pleated skirt, black tights, and Y/N paired her outfit with platform back and white vans.

That or she usually will wear a pair of loafers on the day she feels particularly inclined to dressing up a bit more, but today she wanted to dress down as much as possible while still wearing her uniform.

Y/N smiles down at her phone, rolling her eyes. She loves the little ego boost she is getting from the compliment, but she knows that Conner only is trying to get her to fuck him later on.

Y/N is used to this, boys doing whatever they can to gain her attention. Y/N is the most popular girl in school after all.

Y/N isn’t sure how she became popular, but growing up, people always gravitated towards her. Girls wanted to be her friend, boys wanted to be her boyfriend, and people were always fixated on what she was doing.

It also helps that Y/N is beautiful. She’s not beautiful in the way that is innocent, like the colors yellow, and baby pink. She’s beautiful in a seductive way, luring you in, and hooking you on her drug-like induced aura.

Another reason she’s popular is her personality. Y/N is very blunt, she speaks her mind, has no filter, and will destroy anyone who tries to get in her way.

She isn't mean though. She’s only mean when someone crosses her, or irritates her, or if she’s just in a bad mood, but honestly Y/N isn’t rude. She’s not the type of person to make fun of someone based on what they are wearing, or the status they hold. Now, Y/N can admit, she doesn’t go out of her way to talk to people socially below her, but she’s not a bitch to them either.

Y/N is what she likes to refer to, as a half mean girl. She’s not bitchy 24/7, but she certainly isn’t some bubbly nice popular girl that secretly hates her friends, and is a nerd at the core.

Y/N is confident, a seductress, she’s rich, has nice clothes, a nice car, a huge house to go home to everyday. She has lots of friends, but Josie, and Kate are her two favorites. She gets whatever she sets her mind to. She can be manipulative if it comes down to it.

Y/N is that bitch, and she’s well aware.

She chooses not to respond to Conner, instead, she shuts her phone off, and goes back to staring at the clock.

The minutes tick by slowly, Y/N begins to feel sleepy from the boring lecture. Like heaven singing in her ears, the bell rings.

Y/N wastes no time grabbing her Lululemon backpack, and flinging it over her shoulder. She enters the crowded hall, her head held high in the air, as she walks.

People part like the Red Sea to move out of her way. No one dares get in her way, which Y/N is very smug about. She loves the power she has over everybody.

“Hi, Y/N.” Kate, one of Y/N’s best friends walks up next to her, threading their arms together. “How are you?”

“Hi, Kate. I’m doing good.” Y/N replies with a soft smile.

“You’re not hung over from last night?” Kate furrows her brows, tilting an accusing head at Y/N.

Y/N returns the same expression, shaking her head. “No, I’m not. Should I be?”

“Oh, no, not at all.” Kate rushes out in one breath.

“Then why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N raises an accusing brow at her friend, which makes her squirm a little. One thing about Y/N is when she is serious, she is extremely intimidating.

“Oh, it’s nothing really, I promise, it’s just you know, we all drank so much last night. I have a small headache, and I thought you would too.”

“I can handle my alcohol Kate. I’m not Payton.” Y/N rolls her eyes, huffing. She hates Payton with a passion.

Payton is a girl that hangs around them, but is extremely annoying, and for the life of her cannot drink. She always blacks out ruining the fun for everyone, plus, she tries to hook up with all the guys Y/N talks.

That part doesn’t bother her that much, it truly is how much the girl tries to pry into Y/N’s life like she has some spot claimed in it.

Y/N sleeps around pretty often. She loves sex, it’s a lot of fun, plus an orgasm is one of her favorite remedies to distress. She mainly sleeps with guys on the football team because their stamina is insane from kicking balls all day.

She doesn't, however, go farther than that. She has never been interested in a guy past fucking them. A lot of the guys she fucks egos are too big for her to tolorate. She will either ignore them the next day, or if she thinks they are good enough, will tell them she only wants them for sex, and is willing to start a sort of fuck buddy relationship.

A real relationship with feelings, sweet talking, confessions of love, holding hands, giving innocent kisses, dreaming of the person, and so on and so forth is something Y/N has no desire for.

Or at least, that’s what she tells herself, but like most people who claim they aren’t into dating, there is a small part of her that does think about being with someone romantically, and her tummy flutters.

“Hey Peyton is a lightweight, give her a break.” Kate nudges Y/N in her side, giggling as Y/N rolls her eyes at her statement.

“Then she shouldn’t try and finish an entire bottle everytime we decide to drink, and get confused when everyone is annoyed with her the next day from all the shenanigans she put on through the night.” Y/N reasons, giving her friend a pointed look.

Kate simply shakes her head, and pulls Y/N closer to her body as they walk down the hall, making their way outside, towards the lunch table scattered around.

Y/N attends a prestigious private school. Any parents who have a lump sum of wealth send their kid there.

Uniforms are something Y/N has to wear everyday which annoys her because she has a serious addiction to shopping. She has so many clothes in her closet that she really only gets to wear and appreciate two days out of the whole week.

Y/N being popular however means she has a very lively social life, and it’s rare for her to not have anything to do during the weekdays.

Usually it’s either going to one of her friends' houses to hang, or going to the mall, or going out to eat. Sometimes it’s a small kickback, or a smoke sesh. No matter what, Y/N is booked and busy, so her clothes get some love, but not as much as she wants to give out.

Y/N shivers at the slight breeze blowing outside. Y/N sighs as she looks at the gray cloudy sky, a sight that she is used to looking at.

From a distance Y/N can see the group of people she subjects herself to hanging out with. Y/N doesn’t mind hanging out with them, but she isn’t excited to see the same faces everyday.

“Hey chica.” Conner whistles as the two girls approach the table. Conner taps the empty part of the bench next to him, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She gives him a knowing smirk, and struts to the spot taking a seat. As she sits she makes sure to brush her thigh against his.

“So…what’s the plan for tonight?” Kate asks as she slips next to Josie, who is bundled up in a big coat. Josie is anemic so she tends to get cold easier.

“Aren’t we going to the diner?” Josie asks as she shivers.

“Jesus Josie, I can hear you shivering from here, are you okay?” Y/N reaches her hand across the table, taking Josie’s ice cold one into her grip.

As her hand meets Josie’s cold skin, she nearly jumps from a hand gripping her thigh out of nowhere. She whips her head to the side, and narrows her eyes at Conner, who is looking back at her smugly.

“Easy.” She whispers under her breath, warning him. She doesn’t particularly hate the feeling of Conner’s big hand stroking her leg slowly, but she also isn’t in the mood to try and entertain any of his sexual advances.

“I’m okay.” Josie’s voice snaps Y/N’s attention back onto her. “I ran out of iron pills last night, and didn’t take one this morning. My blood sugar is just really low, but my brother is bringing me one right now actually.” She shrugs her shoulders.

Sometimes Y/N forget that Josie has a fraternal twin brother. They never hang out, and are in completely different crowds from what she knows. Liam Payne, her brother, hangs around people who are on the lower side of the social ladder, so she rarely talks to him.

That, and he just keeps to himself. When Y/N and Kate choose to hang out at Josie’s house, her brother is usually over at his own friend's house, or cooped up in his room playing video games.

Josie has expressed to Y/N that Liam isn’t a big fan of any of her friends anyways. She says he doesn’t understand how she could hang out with such shallow people.

He was smart enough to exclude Y/N and Kate from that statement because Y/N is anything but shallow.

Speaking of Liam, Y/N lifts her gaze, and sees him approaching their table. He has a group of people behind him. She recognizes everyone but one in the group.

Y/N doesn’t know why, but she can’t seem to tear her eyes away from the boy with curly hair, tucked under a beanie.

She has crossed paths with Zayn, Louis, and Niall. Multiple times at that, but the tall boy, who has his head down, picking at the sleeve of his sweater is someone she has never seen a day in her life.

Her tummy warms the longer she looks at him. She so desperately wants to catch his eyes to see what they look like.

“Josie.” Liam calls out, catching everyone’s attention. Josie turns her head over her shoulder, and smiles up at her brother as he reaches the table.

“Hi, Liam.” Josie greets her brother. His friends behind him all have their heads down, almost as if they were afraid to look up.

Y/N almost forgot that Conner’s hand was on her thigh until his fingers began to trail up her inner thigh, his fingertips brushing the edge of her thong.

Y/N doesn’t know why she didn't do it, usually she just lets it happen because no one else can see, and she loves getting riled up, but right now, his touch is annoying her more than anything.

She shoves his hand away completely, focusing all her attention back on Josie’s brother, well more so the boy behind him.

“Here.” Liam shoves a ziplock bag into Josie’s hands. “Mom put the actual bottle in your bathroom.”

“Harry Styles is that you?” Y/N hears Conner say from beside her. There is a certain tone to her voice that gives her a hint that Conner isn’t about to give whoever he is talking to a hard time.

The boy who Y/N had been staring at lifted his head. His wild green eyes lock with Y/N’s and her insides begin to swirl. She feels a current of electricity ripple down her body the longer he looks at her.

Holy fuck. Is all Y/N can think right now. Y/N is sure she’s never seen a more innocently beautiful person before until laying her eyes on him.

Medium plump heart shaped lips, bright red cheeks, a chiseled jaw, and hauntingly captivating eyes.

All of the features that belong to this so-called Harry, unknowingly tattoo themselves onto her brain, for her to never forget.

She wiggles in her seat, feeling all hot, and tingly from looking at him. She watches the gorgeous man in front of her swallow before shifting his eyes over to next to her where Conner is sat.

“Y-yeah, s’me.” Harry says softly. His voice is deep, and raspy. Y/N thinks it’s extremely attractive, and it only makes her stomach knot tighter.

“Still stumbling over your words like a bitch I see.” Conner laughs, reaching across the table to receive a fist bump from Michael, a guy who is on the football team with Conner.

Harry gulps, looking down at the ground ashamed. Y/N almost blurted out something in his defense, something along the lines of ‘no need to be such a dick, Conner’ or ‘fuck off Conner and go choke on something for talking to him in such a way’, but she doesn’t. Instead, she sits back quietly watching the scene in front of her unfold.

What, nothing to say now?” Conner taunts.

“Fuck off Conner, and leave him alone.” Zayn speaks up in his defense.

Conner scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I think gamer boy over here can speak for himself, can’t you Styles, or are you going to stumble over those words too?”

“Yeah Styles, are you going to s—s—speak for yourself?” Michael joins in on the teasing.

She doesn't know why, but she feels anger start to bubble deep inside of her. Usually when one of the boys picks on someone, she doesn’t pay any mind.

Like stated earlier, Y/N is no saint, she honestly is more of a sinner than anything. She never feels anything when Conner and his friends choose to be a dick to someone.

The fact that all she feels right now is red hot rage at Conner is choosing to be a dick to Harry out of all people scares her a bit because she doesn’t even know him.

Y/N isn’t cold hearted or anything, but she isn’t easy to catch the attention of. Guys try to butter her up all the time. They compliment her, do anything she says, they’ll pay for her nail sets, eyebrow waxing appointments, and other things. Y/N doesn’t need their money, but always accepts because free is still free at the end of the day, plus she loves the small power trip she feels knowing that people are so desperate to simply talk to her that they’ll do whatever it takes to make her happy.

The fact that a boy she has never seen before has caught her attention like this, to the point that she is feeling defensive over him is absurd, and needs to go away.

Y/N doesn’t like that this Harry guy is making her feel all weird inside, but what she doesn’t like even more than that is Conner being rude to Harry.

She almost says something, but decides in the end to sit quietly and let boys be boys, even though this isn’t something she thinks these boys should be doing.

“Hey, why don’t you fuck off and stop being a dick to him!” Niall says this time, getting ready to launch over the table for the sake of his friend.

“It’s fine really guys.” Harry scratches the back of his neck. She doesn’t know why, but his eyes drift back to hers for a split second before snapping back over to Conner. “Look we’re leaving, s-sorry to bother.”

Y/N hates how Harry is saying sorry when he didn’t do shit wrong. She hates how intimidated the boy seems around them. She wonders how long Conner and his friends have been picking on the green eyed beauty.

Harry’s friends all turn to leave on Harry’s queue, but Harry doesn’t turn around right away. He makes a last glance at Y/N. This time his eyes linger longer.

It gives Y/N enough time to flash Harry one of her signature smiles that captures any boy right in her trance. She wiggles her fingers discreetly at him.

Harry’s eyes widen, and he takes a big gulp before turning around quickly, and walking off far away from Y/N and her group of friends.

Harry hopes that he doesn’t have to encounter anyone at that table again. He felt humiliated while Conner and his friend were taking a piss at him. He doesn’t think he can face them, especially Y/N.

Harry is well aware that the most popular girl in school is. Everyone does. Y/N is talked about more in school than the material the students are learning.

He hadn’t expected to see one of his best mate’s sisters sitting with the one and only in the flesh. Sure Harry has seen her around, but never that close.

It made him feel nervous and hot all over. His ears were on fire the whole time from embarrassment.

He really does hope that he never has to face her again. He fears that she might make fun of him, which for some reason the idea of her out of all people taking a piss at him makes his stomach knot tightly.

It’s no secret that Y/N has a fiery side to her that isn’t afraid to snap when it’s necessary, and anyone in her line of fire will burn, and the aftermath of the burns are detrimental.

Yeah, Harry really doesn’t want to run into her again.

But little does Harry know, that this is far from the last time he’ll be seeing the queen bee. Harry doesn’t realize it yet, and neither does Y/N, but Harry has caught her eye, and now she’s hooked.

[atiny-for-life]

Ateez's Full Storyline Explained - Part 11

Masterlist

Hala Hala (Z-World)

There are two ways to look at this performance video:

Ateez, now posing as their alternate selves, are on their first outing as the Black Pirates: "This emotion I'm feeling for the first time is creating a new side of me" as the lyrics say

Or: It's the newly freed Black Pirates choosing to perform one last time before they go into hiding and let Ateez take over the reigns

Regardless, this is their way of telling the people of Strictland they've escaped captivity, it's a "we're back and will pick up right where we left off"

Looking at the lyrics, we see them refer to themselves as a "real-life suicide squad", which refers to the risk they're taking by continuing down their set path, and we also get the line: "no one will refute us" - they know they're on the right side of history

Illusion

Like in Eternal Sunshine, they seem to be trapped in a dream/illusion

We're on their ship, now a flying vessel, as everyone wakes up from a deep sleep; the colors are all pastel and everything is very cute and happy - a stark contrast to their current reality

Going by the lyrics, Jongho is first to notice they've lost track of time and don't know who or where they are

They sing about wanting to stay and party, call it a paradise, while also chanting about wanting to be set free and pointing out everything that's not quite right about all this

We also get this clip of a cartoonish crescent moon - the moon phase associated with the Cromer's ability to travel into dreams (see: Crazy Form)

Right before they reach the island to land, there's a quick flash of Seonghwa turning the Cromer, indicating they activated one of its powers to search for this Treasure they’ve been mentioning

The shot is followed by a glimpse of a black fedora in a box (reminding us the ship originally belonged to the Black Pirates) and the table filled with all the props they were playing around with earlier, i.e. a magnifying glasses, maps, an ink fountain

We reach the island and things start looking even more whack

The background is largely cardboard cutouts, everything is painted in pastels and giant stuff is floating around, including a massive Cromer

They move into another environment, potentially a cave, with tarp walls and sheets of translucent fabric hanging everywhere; they navigate their way through it as the light dims

Suddenly, a familiar figure appears at the end of the corridor, framed by a bright white light - one of the Black Pirates

They enter yet another place full of skinny bare trees, neon lights and flowers before they escape by using the exit the Black Pirate showed them

Makes you wonder if he was just checking in like a worried parent after Ateez went AWOL for a while, only to find them trapped on some funky dream island

This then raises the question of how the communication between Ateez and the Black Pirates works, given that we've repeatedly seen unusual things happen between them that weren't connected to the Cromer's powers, i.e. the transfer of the black outfits through the prison cell wall)

Regardless, they wake up strewn across the different locations we'll now see in Wave

Wave

Since everyone is once again asleep at the beginning of the video, we can already operate under the assumption that this is another shared dream they're having - "Illusion" was therefore a dream within a dream

Unlike the Black Pirates, they don't seem to be fully in control of this part of the Cromer's powers - during the crescent moon, they seem to automatically share a dream where they get to play around and have fun and, honestly, they deserve it

I'm just putting this screenshot here to point out the uppermost tape is titled "Picnic Music" which I didn't know was a thing before

Going by the lyrics, they still have no clear plan where they're heading next but they're aware time keeps passing

Ultimately, they’re okay with their situation: they're together (again) and already overcame so much, therefore, they should be okay no matter what they'll have to face next - for now, they’re even free to just enjoy themselves

Plot-wise, there really isn't anything major to point out so I'll leave you with this pretty shot of them watching the sunset

[fymoonbyul]

[ARTICLE] Review: K-pop group MAMAMOO keep the ‘Mic On’ for a powerful performance during Bay Area concert debut

At their packed Oakland Arena stop during their debut “My Con” world tour, veteran K-pop girl group Mamamoo put the spotlight on one of the most underutilized concert instruments: the wireless microphone.

It’s no secret that many K-pop performances rely heavily on pre-recorded vocals, but Mamamoo bucked the trend Friday, June 2, serving up live vocals as well as looks. Hitting the stage in white blouses, bustiers and toreador leggings tucked into black knee-high boots, the quartet — Solar, Moonbyul, Wheein and Hwasa — was dressed to slay. But it was vocal performances on songs like “Make Me Happy,” “Paint Me” and “Star Wind Flower Sun” where they killed.

Mamamoo’s tour title “My Con” forms a portmanteau of “Mic On,” a nod to the name of their latest EP and the way they used their mics onstage. Moonbyul offered additional rationale that received lusty cheers from fans.

“The meaning of the tour is that Moomoos (Mamamoo fans) all over the world are coming together to make this concert happen,” she told the audience through a translator.

For more than two hours, Mamamoo showed why they’re one of the most fearless and well-rounded groups in K-pop since breaking onto the scene in 2014. Solar and Wheein form a potent singing tandem — Solar has R&B in her veins, and Wheein is a pop expressionist — while Hwasa and Moonbyul are double agents, contributing vocals and raps.

Mamamoo’s choreography was also satisfying with top-class execution and clean lines despite carrying handheld mics during the show. They were visually accentuated by eight female backup dancers and four outfit changes throughout the night.

The group’s live vocals gave credence to the “mic on” theory, though some assistive vocals could be detected to the naked ear, especially when members lowered their handhelds to complete a choreographed move.

While Mamamoo didn’t perform with a live band, the instrumental tracks sounded freshly recorded and retooled, which gave their songs a punchy, spontaneous feel — from the drumstick count-off to the big clattery toms-and-cymbals finishes.

Mamamoo injected fresh life into the solo medley portion of the show, by individually covering each other’s key solo tracks: Solar sang Wheein’s “Water Color” and Wheein performed Solar’s “Honey,” while Hwasa covered Moonbyul’s “Eclipse” and Moonbyul did Hwasa’s “Twit.”

The songs even received their own distinctive spotlight and dance routine, showing off each member’s versatility and creativity. The group came together for a performance of four more solo snippets, with Hwasa’s “Maria” receiving the biggest response as the performers executed Hwasa’s iconic body rolls during the number, a move akin to seeing James Brown do the splits.

But the night didn’t all go according to script. During the upbeat “Starry Night,” the group got a case of the giggles and broke character, before regaining composure to finish the song. Also, there were lulls as well as lolz. Three interstitial pre-recorded video segments (“VCRs” in K-pop speak) slowed momentum to a crawl. One segment lasting seven minutes — an eternity in concert time — showed group members enjoying a meal and talking shop. These would have been better served as pre-show entertainment for folks settling into their seats.

With nine years of music to pull from, it’s fair to assume that some fan favorites would not make the cut. But leaving the 2020 pick-me-up anthem “Dingga” off the setlist felt like a crucial miss. The quarantine-era hit was meant to be played in this exact setting, with everyone back in a concert hall again.

If the main concert served up stylistic amuse-bouches, the four-song encore was a pop feast. Reappearing in denim and tour merch, the women vibed along with the audience to “Travel,” “Yes I Am,” “L.I.E.C,” and closed with their effervescent early hit, “Um Oh Ah Yeah.”

The encore summed up nearly a decade of influence, showing how all-around talent, experience, fearlessness and versatility are keys to longevity.

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I promise I'll answer your asks as soon as I can, but I offer a fashion ask for the Dragon AU.

Fleur, as one can imagine, wore royal clothes when she was abducted. And as the days went by, her dress (the only one she had might I add. It's not like Smartaz took some clothes for her 😅) became more dirty and torn. I can imagine her wearing this kind of dress, with the long flowing sleeves and skirt- that would be very inconvenient to wear in a jagged, nearly destroyed castle 😅 I think maybe the dress could be ivory like the first image. But I Associate Ben with blue, so maybe she would wear blue to point to her binding to him?

But, after she becomes an official member of the Dragon family, or just when Smartaz starts to care about her more and even brings her back things from raides- regardless if she asked or not- thats when Fleur gains a new wardrobe. She exchanges the royal garb for something more simple, now. Like what Aurora wore in Sleeping Beauty. I can see it being mainly white or ivory, now. To signify Fleur's independence from her husband now and gaining her own color.

However, I've also been thinking about the room that Smartaz gives her possibly being an old bedroom. With a wardrobe with dusty clothes that she could wear. And since this is a ccastle, they could be clothes of the former queen or princess too. So maybe Fleur would still wear high-class clothes. Before Smartaz brought her clothes and she had nothing else to wear other than her old dress, or maybe even when her current wardrobe needs washing. What do you think?

Now, Katherine! We need to talk about her in this AU more. She's your character so I can't say for certain what she'd wear, but I can see her in these dresses (except maybe the shoulders aren't exposed in the second picture)! More simple/lower class than Poppy's old dress, but it allows Katherine more movement. And besides, it's just perfect for an adventurous fantasy heroine ^^

//Ooooh you have her colour scheme and style down so well!

I love your use of colour symbolism for Fleur's dresses she goes from a rich blue (having rank) to a white/ivory (having no ties to anyone) it's really clever!

It's funny I've actually been drawing Kitty in medieval clothing recently!

Personally I see Kitty in mostly peasant dresses of the time that she's able to work/do leisure in. When the dragons capture her they probably get singed or torn at the corners. I can only imagine Poppy being picked up like a ragdoll by dragon teeth 😆

Katherine grew up in the court and didn't have to want for much but I can see her wearing clothes that keep a low profile when she's out so she isn't followed or bothered. She also keeps a dagger for protection but doesn't want to have to use it. She would wear these clothes at the start of the story, then offhand make a comment that she doesn't wear much finery and then after they grow closer the dragons steal a dress for her on one of their raids.

It's either wine red, deep purple or ocean blue. Something that brings out Katherine's hair and eyes and matches her personality. Needless to say as an aspiring scholar who's trying to prove herself just as good as any high class lady, she's less than pleased with the thievary...but the gowns are gorgeous and it was thoughtful of them. Besides, she's no stranger to foraging for food when out of the grounds of the house, this is their strange way of doing the same.

I can also see her wearing styles similar to Princess Eilonwy from The Black Cauldron or Princess Merida from Brave. Sonething nice, but free for movement which allows her to run if needed.

Also, towards the end of her arc when she needs to fight the dark sorcerer I can see her wearing armour like this.

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✨️TELL ME ABOUT YOUR OCS✨️ From @vincentmatthews​

♡Name

Vanessa Ito

♡Nicknames

Van, V

♡Age

Twenty-seven

♡Pronouns

She/Her

♡Sexuality

Bisexual

♡Hair Color and style

Her natural hair is black but she’s constantly changing it. Currently, it’s a teal/green long bob with blunt bangs.

♡Eye Color

Naturally dark brown almost black but like her hair, Van tends to change it up pretty often. For the past year or so they’ve been white cyber eyes with pink rims.

♡Height

a whopping 5′1″/152cm

♡Body Type

Slender

♡Personality

Van is the type of person who loves to be the centre of attention. She has a big personality and is able to make friends with just about anyone, though those relationships are usually fleeting and in the moment. She is bright, bubbly, and loves to laugh, most of which is a defence mechanism to keep people at arm's length.

♡Tattoos

No tattoos

♡Piercings

She has her nose and ears pierced.

♡Any definable features such as: Birthmarks, Scars, Freckles, Beauty Marks, Accent when they talk, Lisp, Natural slurring of words, Walk with a subtle limp, ect.

A brightly coloured prosthetic arm which she lost as a child.

♡Hobbies

Singing, dancing, writing music, partying.

♡Gang/Occupation {Mox, Max Tac, etc}

In her early twenties, Van worked as a dancer on Jig-Jig street in order to support herself while trying to make it big in the rocker scene. Now that she's got a little more street cred, she's stopped working as a dancer and is making music full-time.

♡Do they smoke?

Most definitely. Not like a chimney but she goes through a couple a day.

♡Do they drink? Is so, what's their poison of choice?

Can probably drinks too much. Her poison of choice is whatever she can charm out of someone.

♡What do they usually wear on a normal day?

A normal day is going to be some tight shorts or comfortable pants, a sturdy pair of boots, a fun-coloured crop top and some sort of bomber jacket or vest, also in a bright, fun colour. She almost always shows a lot of skin, gotta show off that fashionware.

♡What do they wear when they "Get dressed up"? And what would be considered a "special occasion" to them {such as an "Oh they're gonna be there so I have to look my best." Or an "It's our anniversary".}

Probably something sleek and all-black with a nice pop of added colour in a coat. She always has to have some sort of colour on her.

♡What do they smell like? {For example: they smell like cinnamon flavored liquor, cigarettes, leather, and motor oil.}

Van is the kind of person who wants to be able to walk by someone and leave them going "whoa, what smells so good?". She changes it up a lot but she usually smells jasmine, orange blossom, and sandalwood mixed together is the usual for her.

♡How do they walk? Do they sway their hips? Do they walk with a sense of determination? Do they bounce as they walk? Etc.

Van sways her hips and definitely has a bounce to her step unless she's got places to be. Then her walk is straightforward and determined.

♡Are they more of an early bird or a night owl?

Night owl, for sure. She's a night life babe.

♡If you had to use one word to define them, what word would you use?

Bubbly

♡What words or catchphrases do they say that's unique to that character?

I'm not sure if she has one

♡Favorite Season

Summer

♡Favorite type of weather {Thunderstorms, sunny, etc}

Sunshine

♡Do they have someone they're with relationship-wise? If so, who?

Kind of. Van and Judy definitenly have something going on, it's just hard to let herself get close to someone again after losing Jackie.

♡Main Ship/Pairings

Judy

♡Side Pairings

A lil Van/River. Van/Takemura

♡How do they show affection to their loved one?

Van is definitely the kind of person who affectionately picks on the people she's closest with. For love languages, she definitely shows hers in acts of service.

♡How do they sit in a chair?

Like a goddamn goblin. Any which way- sideways, cross legged, upside down. She's constantly moving around.

♡How do they sit in a chair {uncomfortable version}

Perfectly still and straight, hands in her lap, feet together.

♡What do they wear to bed?

Most nights Van is falling into bed and passing out so it really just depends. If she's alone she might strip down to her underwear or throw some pajamas on but sometimes she passes out in whatever she was wearing for the day.

♡How do they usually sleep? {Side sleeper, back, fetal position, backwards, nest sleeper, blanket mountain, etc}

Fetal position, curled into a safe little ball.

♡How do they sleep in a place they don't know? {Can't due to anxiety, in small bursts of sleep that are short lived, holding themselves, etc}

Van can sleep basically everywhere. When she's somewhere new, if she isn't absolutely wasted, she's a light sleeper due to paranoia.

♡Do they have to have a form of "white noise" in order to sleep? {The sound of a fan, the sound of rain, the sound of a city, etc}

Growing up in Night City has made her pretty accustomed to the sound of it. Sleeping without the sound of the city is difficult for her.

♡What's a place they go to feel comfortable, that's their "spot" they always go when they're upset?

El Coyote Cojo has been the main spot since meeting Jackie. The Welles' are the closet thing Van's ever had to a family.

♡What do they do when they're nervous? {Fidget with jewelry, pick at nails, bite nails/lips, play with knife/zippo lighter, etc}

When Van is nervous her legs tend to bounce. If she's sitting, one will bounce incessantly and if she's standing, she'll bounce on the balls of her feet.

♡What is their "tell" for lying?

When she's lying, Van will start fidgeting with her jewelry.

♡What is their favorite color?

She loves then all but her favourite is pink and teal.

♡Favorite flower/plant

Cherry Blossoms.

♡Favorite sweet of choice

Pretty much all of them. She's a big sweets person.

♡Do they have any pets? If so, tell me about them

Van isn't a big animal person as she can barely take care of herself but since finding Nibbles, she's decided that she is, in fact, an animal person. Is Judy the one who feeds him most of the time? Yes.

♡If they could visit anywhere in the world, where would they go and why?

Van would love to go to Tokyo one day. About the only thing she knows about her family is that her father was born there and she would like to see where she came from. Maybe even find some relatives along the way.

♡What is their favorite comfort meal?

Van spent the first portion of her life only eating kibble as it was the only thing she could afford. The first time she ever ate anything but she was in her teens and it was noodles from a small shop just off Jig-Jig street. She still goes there all the time.

♡Do they have a food they hate?

K i b b l e

♡What is their favorite {non-alcoholic} drink?

Probably soda. Any flavour, any time.

♡What are their plans for the future {if they have any}?

Get as famous as she can before she ends up dying. Live the best life she can for the next six months. Maybe figure out how to not die.

♡What's a song that "fits" them?

Daisy by Ashnikko

♡Give me 5 facts/random bits of information about them

Van was originally a Cyberpunk Red character I never ended up playing.

During her time as a dancer on Jig-Jig street, she had a cybersnake installed in her throat for extra protection.

Losing Jackie was the first time Van allowed herself to grieve since her parents died. If soulmates exist, she's convinced that he'd be hers, whether that was simply platonic or something more, she'll never know now.

She used to really look up to Johnny Silverhand but now that he's like a disease in her head, she's over it.

Van's never been away from the pacific coast and she's barely been outside of Night City.

♡Give me their backstory {can be long, or brief.}

Here's the bullet points

Both of Van's parents worked for Arasaka when she was young.

They lived in a nice corpo apartment provided by the company.

Her father was Sota Ito.

Her mother was Yui Ito.

Her brother is Soichi Ito.

She was born Momoko Ito.

When Van was 3 her parents were killed by the very company they worked for, resulting in her life being torn to shreds.

Her brother Soichi, who was only 13 at the time, took it upon himself to take care of them.

He changed their names out of fear Arasaka might come for the two of them, too. Van only has memories of being called Vanessa.

He got odd jobs for cash where he could, mostly running various things for gangs.

As she got older, Van did the same thing. Running the streets of Night City with a small group of other kids like her.

When she was 15 her brother revealed to her that he got a good corpo job.

Shortly after he told her about the job, she found out it was for Arasaka.

The two had an explosive fight which resulted in nasty accusations and hurt feelings. Over the years since they've tried to reconnect but as Soichi continues up the ranks and Arasaka, Van can't find it in herself to forgive him.

After finding out about her brothers job, Van took to music like any brooding teen would.

Johnny Silverhand being her favourite artist as both his music and his attempt to take Arasaka down were inspiring to her.

She worked her butt off to get better, writing songs, learning to play instruments.

To sustain herself but still have the freedom to do shows at whatever seedy bar would take her, Van started dancing at various bars on Jig-Jig street.

♡Free Space! Give me any sort of extra information about them you'd like to share

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