#chaconne meaning

[sayitditto]

'chaconne' is a song that depicts the boy getting drunk and corrupted by his own dance.

hey guys!! enhypen is back and i’m totally in love with dark blood. both the album’s lyrics and music have fascinated me and it’s now my favorite album. i have a lot of thoughts, so i’m going to share my interpretation of chaconne, which is the most interesting to me so far. please listen to dark blood and show enhypen lots of love. 🤍

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chaconne puts us in a scenario where the protagonist of the narrative is a “monster” who lives in a “shaded castle with no sun”. the situation is very depressing so i immediately visualize this monster living alone in the castle, but it seems like they’re talking to someone else and inviting them to dance because it appears to be a party. this monster has accepted that it is a monster and has also accepted that it lives among “dead flowers” (which can be interpreted as their life being miserable, but they seem to embrace and even enjoy it). the lyrics tell us that this monster likes darkness, so they start a party with 'chaconne' (classical music) playing in the background and begin to dance “drunk” with themselves.

what i find interesting is the mention of “a cracked mirror”, which can symbolize a distorted view of oneself. the monster may not be literally a monster, but it is depicted that way because it carries a lot of darkness within, although it could be just their perception. “match my moves whilst looking through the cracked mirror,” my theory is that this monster doesn’t actually have a dance partner and is dancing alone. the broken mirror, as i mentioned before, represents a false perception of reality. i think the monster is so “drunk” with arrogance that they are unable to see that they are truly alone and in misery. “as if I was drunk,” that “as if” makes me think again that everything is a lie.

i believe this song can be a representation of highly romanticized, arrogant, and pretentious depression. the monster is too arrogant to escape from that misery. dancing with classical music playing in the background while looking at yourself in the mirror and thinking you’re the worst person in the world seems like something a poet would do. i love how they have portrayed a depressed yet arrogant figure.

i’ll leave the lyrics below, credits to @ enhypenupdates on twitter. thanks for reading!!

[lellu]

sound the bells version of 5 out of 6 drives me insane. most of the other songs youre like ok i can see how thatd work with an orchestra. 5 out of 6? weird choice. and then it FUCKING SLAPS. if you even care

[rhainintheattic]

Lmao I realized today that a common characteristic of vampires is that they must ask permission to step across a threshold into a home. And Enhypen's debut song was Let Me In. They were committed to that vampire concept from the BEGINNING

[i2sunric]

chaconne — s.ricky

wc: 1.5k

reader: afab! (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); riding, dry humping. f! oral, slightly subby ricky (though he's too prideful), unprotected sex, dom! ricky, sub! reader, ricky × reader, pet names (i am weak)

summary: whatever i suck at writing summaries, you and ricky are working on an assignment together when he gets hard at your mere sight so you decide to help him out... might make a part 2 who knows ;)

part 2 : movie star

you open the door of your apartment, showing ricky in front of you. you two had to do a pair assignment for your class, ricky had suggested to go to his house but you honestly had no intention stepping inside that rich ass maison, so there you were, welcoming him.

“hi.” he kindly greeted, leaving his shoes by the entrance as you gave him a pair of soft slippers that had a cat shape. he looked to you and raised an eyebrow

you noticed “what’s wrong?” you looked at him as if to dare him say anything bad about your dear slipped, he just chuckled “nothing, they’re cute.”

you nodded satisfied, walking to the kitchen table where you had prepared a notebook and a few pens. ricky looked around your house, it wasn’t big, probably his own room was even bigger, but he had to admit it looked pretty comfortable

“your apartment is small.” probably he didn’t mean anything bad with this statement, but you would lie if you said those words went to your pride “easier to clean.” you simply answered, sitting down at the table.

ricky followed your actions shortly after.

“i can do the presentation and you can do the research part, so we’ll finish this stupid assignment faster.” you roll your eyes, opening the book

“what’s so bad about the different types of cells and viruses?” he rhetorically asked, teasing

he earned a side eye from you “i was just kidding, don’t look at me like that.” his attitude had always been annoying and teasing, though his voice was so low and calm that you couldn’t help but feel butterflies every time he spoke to you.

maybe you were delusional, but it seemed as if his voice went lower and softer while talking to you, rather than when he was having a conversation with anyone else.

you two began to work for the assignment in complete silence, the only sound in the whole house was pages flipping.

however, you didn’t notice that ricky had stopped doing anything since a big five minutes, too occupied studying your body, rather than biology.

as soon as he raised his glance, he couldn’t help but notice your breasts which were visibler due to the white t-shirt and black bra combination you were wearing.

he noticed how your head would tilt to the side while you were concentrating, a string of hair behind your head to prevent it from bothering you.

his stomach dropped when he saw you bite into the pen, occasionally pinwheeling it while you were searching for a good template to use. he imagined you twirling his length inside your mouth…

“fuck.” he cursed under his breath, feeling his cock twitch inside his jeans.

you raised your glance to him and asked “you good?” as he seemed to be in pain

he looked at you, blinking a few times “oh, yeah yeah don’t worry.” ricky reassured, taking the pencil in his hand and highlighting a random phrase in the page that probably wasn’t even related to your homework

you nodded, gulping down the suspicious thought.

time passed by again and you were almost finished with your part, you gave a quick glance to ricky who seemed to still be in difficulty, thinking he needed help with the subject you got up from your chair and behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder

“do you need help?” oh yeah, he definitely needed help with his problem down there, but he was too shy to ask you.

surely you were friends, not close, but still friends, despite how much he wanted you to ride him, he still didn’t want to ruin your friendship.

however, he didn’t realise that staying silent at your question, you grew even more suspicious. you were standing beside him, hand on his shoulder and your chest near his face, he tried so hard not to look at it but failed, peaking at it at times.

you scoff, moving away from him “ricky.” as his back stiffed, you had a great view of the big bulge he had inside his pants.

you smirked, coughing a couple of times “poor boy, it must hurt a lot.” you said. he looked at you and then back at his hard length and nodded “it fucking hurts, would you mind helping me y/n?” his voice grew even lower than usual, sending shivers through your spine

you nod “can this help you?” you said, pulling his chair away from the table and sitting on his laps, tapping his length through the fabric of the pants, making him suppress a breathy moan

“can i kiss you?” he asked, securing your waist to make sure you wouldn’t lose balance and fall from his laps.

instead of wording an answer you pull him into a deep kiss, you tried to take the lead but it seemed impossible with ricky, he put his tongue inside your mouth, poking your own.

as you pulled away to catch some breath, a string of saliva fell down from both of your mouths. you stared at each other a few seconds before pulling in for another kiss, this time rougher and more passionate.

ricky slowly pulled away the hair tie that held them bound and tossed it somewhere, letting your hair fall over your shoulders.

his hand wandered under your shirt, finally touching your breasts that he yearned for the whole afternoon. he squeezed them, making circles around your nipples as they got hard and of an angry red.

gripped by passion, you began to pull his hair, which made him moan into your mouth. you smirked through the kiss and he squeezed your breasts a little too hard - probably feeling ashamed of the sound he just made - as revenge, you bit his lower lip

“ouch.” he pulled away, removing a hand from your waist to dry the blood “this kitten can bite.”

you started grinding on him, your core rubbed against his hard cock that seemed to be dripping pre-cum, wetting your already soaking shorts.

you moaned. you threw your head back which gave him free access to your neck skin where he left small bites and kisses, sending again shivers through your spine.

you were no virgin, but the way ricky touched you, held you and kissed you felt so different from any other guy you spent the night with.

“kitten, can you please please ride me i can’t wait anymore.” he pleaded, feeling like he could cum just by your dry humping.

you got up from his laps and removed your shorts and underwear, he looked at you with a bratty smile that was so hot you felt yet again butterflies.

his glance showed lust and pleasure, something that you could bring with so much facility it was weird.

he unzipped his jeans and removed his dick from his underwear which bounced on his stomach by how much hard it was.

“did you get this hard just by my humping? cute.” you commented as you sat on his laps again, he spanked your ass “you’re so good y/n, i swear.” his comment busted your ego.

you positioned his dick in front of your entrance and bounced on it, slowly at first to get used to him being inside you until you increased the speed.

he moaned softly in your ears as you rested your head on his shoulder, hair messily over your face and uneven breath.

he started moving his hips, thrusting inside of you so you didn’t have to do all the work, with a big and deep thrust he hit your right spot, earning an high pitched moan. he smirked, hitting that spot several times.

he tightly gripped on your waist and helped you move on him, you felt yourself be close, a tight knot formed inside your stomach “mh.. ricky! m’close.” you said, words weren’t exactly forming in your brain as he was fucking you so good

“cum for me kitten, show me you good you are.” his dirty talk combined with another deep thrust made you cum on his dick, legs snacking as ricky didn’t stop, he slowed down a little bit not to make you too much overstimulated but continued to thrust “i’m close too y/n, hang in there please.” he said, with all the strength you had left, you moved on his lap, helping him to cum which he shortly did after, right inside of you, with a low moan.

you both had heavy breaths. he was holding you like you were a treasure, he stoked your hair while he pleased you “god y/n, you’re so good, your pussy is so wet and got it feels as if it was made for my dick.” you chuckled, regaining your senses.

you got up from his shoulder and looked at him, all sweaty, he moved a string of hair away from your forehead and smiled “asking for help isn’t that bad after all.”

[yuellii]

03. / Fate : CHACONNE

puppet lyney / gn reader . completely sfw . gore warning

Fontaine : DARK BLOOD ; supernatural event m.list

There is a simple complication that comes with befriending the most unique person in town; you would know the feeling very well.

“I told her, ‘I swear, I saw him. His name is Lyney’,” you recall, and it’s a fluttering in your chest that sparks as you lay down on his lap, his fingers tracing patterns along your scalp. So cold, he always felt, and yet the little smile on your face and the honeyed hum of his voice was enough to keep you warm. “But she doesn’t”—you quickly corrected yourself—“No one believes of your existence.”

He carelessly shrugs. “Can’t convince people who choose to be ignorant, you know,” and there’s the way he makes you laugh that’s so unbearably charming. “My existence is as real as the morning sun.”

He might’ve carried the slightest obsession with your hair. The way he played with it in this moment—rather, the way the pads of his thumbs rub them, feeling its texture whenever you lay on him. It’s an odd little thing; his nimble fingers only feel like smoothly carved wood with how it glides along your hair strands.

“I love how your hair feels, you know,” he mutters with a smile. “It’s almost like synthetic, the way it falls… How can any human dream to achieve this…” Quite unsettling was his ponderance, yet you relaxed in the feel of his soothing touches.

“This is why people don’t think you’re real, Lyney,” you jokingly scoff. “Because you talk as if you aren’t human.”

“Well, you created me. So I’m not human, right?”

That was his only hum in response, smile unwavering in its wake. You could almost swear that mischievous little grin of his struck a sense of uneasiness in your stomach—how stupid you were to give him this one curve of his lips. You can’t quite think of him without it now. Lyney, always smiling, even as his cold, dead hand dragged down the side of your face. Perhaps you did not wish to give him another expression when you crafted him—perhaps this puppet magician smiled too perfectly to be truly human.

His hand rested comfortably above your cheek, the shining eyes of your creation staring down at you from above. Never before have you seen him look so uncanny. He’s fixated down at you on his lap with a level of such forced enthusiasm albeit blankness in the soulless expression you’ve painted on him so long ago.

"Though, there's one thing you couldn't quite perfect, my dear creator," and there is an obvious answer left unspoken in his gaze. That fixated stare—it was telling enough, from its lack of a shine nor glare that posed as the issue: even your most polished plastic could not replicate the look of the human optic.

"But, maybe it's fate..." he muttered gently, leaning down close to you, "That you own such beautiful eyes."

“Lyney…”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to…” One hand over his face, the other cracked of its smoothened nature—his voice is ragged and stuttered with each following word. “I’m not sure why it broke…”

You attempt to pull him away, but he just stares straight to the empty mirror frame atop the shattered glass on the floor. “Lyney, I saw you punch it,” you say, as gently as you can. He’s deathly still, much unlike the way a human trembles. “I’m not mad at you for it,” you continue, “but we need to step away from the glass now.”

His hand, stinging at his side, was still balled into a fist. Any human would feel the coldness of bleeding by now, but no, not him. All he felt was the lack of pain, and the new dents along the wood of his knuckles. Such a perfect hand now dented by the impact of his fist with the glass—though he wondered if you were more worried for him or for the hand itself.

“Come on,” you ushered, and his body practically dropped and held onto you so tightly. His head fell onto your shoulder, so depressing in a way that he was sure if he was a human right now—with a human heart and human eyes—he would be crying. He’d feel the salty, sorrowful tears pouring from his eyes, filled with feelings of despair yet humanity all the same. He’d feel as every drop of it spilled onto your shoulder; And maybe then… Maybe that’s when you’d see how much he wanted to be human.

He could think of nothing else, even as you sat him down. Even as you carried that loving smile on your face as you carefully took off his puppet hand, replacing it with a new one. And he pretended not to see any of it—not to see the screws and joints of his limbs that made him a puppet when you unrolled his sleeves. Nor did he want to see the pure gentleness you carried when caring for him…

“If my hand…” he finds his voice, “was not able to be fixed.” You meet his eyes for a second with your tools at hand. “What would we do?”

Nonchalantly, you shrugged ( to which, he might’ve winced, had he been human ). “I’ll find a way,” you say so simply, and it’s like you’ve not a care in the world if you had to build him back thousands of times. “I might even give up my own hand to fix you.”

You love him so much; He was your most human creation. And he knew you loved him, but all he knew was how to be in your care. “What did you see in that mirror that caused such a reaction?” you ask. “Was it a ghost? A bug?” The shards of the broken mirror pieces still lay on the floor. He can remember the haunting sight so clearly. The lack of humanity in his own eyes.

“My own fabrication.”

Perhaps one day, you’d see how much he hated you for creating him.

His mouth is petrifyingly hard against your cheek. What looked like the softest of lips were just the coldest of woods, painted and glossed to look shiny like a human’s. He watched as you stirred from his kiss of death, nose scrunching from the tickle of his synthetic hair before ultimately relaxing once more. And in this midnight emptiness, you slept so perfectly that he thinks you look like a doll, too.

There is an unspoken temptation in his fingertips, but it only surges forth when he caresses them along your face. Tickling eyelashes, fluttered shut in your slumber.

Would you really give up your own hand for him? Would you chop it off your own body right now if he asked for it?

He can’t lie; the thought of having a bloodied, human hand complete with muscles, and veins, and bones galore had him excited in so many ways—in feelings a puppet should not be having…

Unless it were human, of course.

You wake up with a horrified gasp as air suddenly escapes your lungs, violently inhaling while slender wooden fingers press down your neck. Words fail to leave your mouth as Lyney has an expression most pleased—but from what this pleasure derived, you had no idea. But his eyes were popped wide as they stared at your own so obsessively, grip on your throat unwavering even as you reached up unsuccessfully to pull him off of you.

“My creator,” he voices, so excitedly you might’ve mistaken a human breath between his syllables. “I think…” He squeezes tighter and watches as you wince. “I might be broken…”

One of his hands let go of your neck, but his force was still strong. It made its way upwards and held you down even harsher—the sickly fingers of his puppet hand squeezing down your cheeks and forcing you to look at him. His eyes. They’ve been staring dead straight into yours since he woke you up.

“You won’t mind if I fix myself… To be a little more human…” Once more unspoken, yet so telling when his fingers travel up to rest: thumb at the bridge of your nose, pointer finger at the outer edge of your eyelid. “Right?”

Your eyes widen for only a second in realization before he dives in, two fingers pressing into your sockets as the lack of air silenced your scream. You can feel it all—the hardness of his fingers squirming inside just to release the orb from your body. The scratch of his fingertips ripping the connecting orbit and muscle. Through it all, the half blurry image of his same, still face looking uncannily cheerful.

And when the world goes black and it hurts so much, you feel his fingers again dig into your other eye, so messy and so deranged; yet wildly gentle in the way he scoops them from your sockets. Your face is a run of blood and strings of what was removed—but your eyes were clean and undamaged, sitting perfectly in the red-stained wood of his hands.

He could smile so wildly if he had a human mouth, too. In fact, he was so excited that he released his hold on your throat, allowing you to gasp a breath that prolonged your tortured, waking hours. But he was thrilled; so, so thrilled that his fingers dug into his own wooden sockets, willingly tearing apart the linings of his own face to get those pitiful eyes out.

He could at long last put your pretty eyes to use, the ones he’s admired since he came to life. He could have a piece of you on himself: the eyes of his creator, soon to be embedded in your own puppet. How pretty, should the feeling be.

And when they were finally in place—when he blinked your eyes inside his own puppet sockets:

The first act his new eyes performed was a cry in anguish.

Fontaine : DARK BLOOD ; supernatural event m.list

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Bpp I'm dying to know your song rankings in chapter 2 now they've all debuted. What are your top picks this year? I miss your writing and hope I can coax you back with 'a fun ask'

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Okay. :)

Since you asked...

Top 10 Non-BTS K-pop Songs in 2023

10 - Watch It - The Boyz (this song just dropped and it's already in my top ten, yes)

9 - Seoul - H1-key

8 - Ay-Yo - NCT 127

7 - Sweet Venom - ENHYPEN

6 - Neverland Farewell - TXT (Say whatever you like about BigHit, they know how to make good music. Soobin sounds incredible on this song. Beomgyu too. Really, they all do.)

5 - Cool With You - NewJeans

NewJeans isn't going anywhere, so everyone else really should get comfortable with the idea of seeing them at the top. That's all there is to say.

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4 - Crying - BOYNEXTDOOR

I don't know where my head was at when I ranked this the worst song on the album. Clearly, I was wrong. This song was a pleasant companion during the autumn months, and I can't wait to see what else they come out with.

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3 - Chaconne - ENHYPEN

Do you know what a chaconne is? That's not a rhetorical question btw. No shade either, I'm just curious. For those who don't know, a chaconne is a rhythmical and harmonic motif over a pronounced bass-line. That's my leftover understanding from music classes taken a lifetime ago. According to google, a chaconne is also "a slow, solemn dance in 3/4 time, of Spanish or Moorish origin, similar to the passacaglia." For a non-k-pop example, I recommend Hilary's rendition of Bach's chaconne (more leftover knowledge from a lifetime ago).

Anyway, this likely isn't important context. The use of "chaconne" in the song probably has more to do with how it sounds in the song, than what it means. In any case, Enhypen earned a gold star from me with this pantydropper anthem.

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2 - Criminal Love - ENHYPEN

I'm not sure how many of you were here when Heartbeat and Dream Glow were released. What I remember was shock, pure incredulity that BigHit would release songs of that quality for game OSTs. From ARMYs and k-pop stans alike, this was the sentiment. It was like a flex that BTS had such a peerless discography they could make songs like this for a side gig.

That's immediately what I was reminded of when I first heard Criminal Love, released as the OST for Enhypen's webtoon. It's moody, vampy, seduction in a song. That's what that song is. Sad too, when you hear the lyrics. Watching the live performance only drives it home.

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1 - Blind - ENHYPEN

This song has given me one of the best auditory experiences I've ever had in k-pop. Which is a bit odd because yes a lot happens in the production, but the switches are so subtle you almost don't notice it.

Heeseung, Ni-ki, Jay, Sunoo, Sunghoon, Jake, and Jungwon - all outdid themselves on this song. Vocally, they sound incredible. The writing, (again) is top notch. This is one of the only songs released this year that I genuinely struggle not to loop.

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Top 5 BTS Solo Songs

5 - Yes or No - Jung Kook

This is one song I'm praying and begging that we get thousands of remixes of. HYBE, please work your magic and give us 10 remixes of Yes or No. I need it. This is the perfect pop song in that it makes you crave more. I know it's got a predictable, common almost, chord progression in VI -> V -> I -> IV, but it's perfect in that it's impossible to get sick of it. It just worms itself into your head and all you can think of is all the ways to sing all over those chords.

Jung Kook's vocal work on that song is irreproachable. He's really set himself apart with this album and I'm glad he did it.

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4 - Snooze - AGUST D, ft. Ryuichi Sakamoto & Woosung

HUH?! should be here, as should Amygdala so consider this a triple entry: HUH + Snooze + Amygdala. The reason why is self-evident (I hope).

Anyway... I want to talk a bit about Snooze.

Yoongi loves using the piano. He likes the sound of it, and you can tell in songs like Snooze. He has such a profound love and respect for that musical instrument that it only makes sense a man like Ryuichi acknowledged Yoongi before he passed.

With everything that happened this year, remembering Moonbin, and knowing that Yoongi made this song for his juniors... the first time I heard this song it completely destroyed me. Anyone who hasn't paid attention to the lyrics yet should check it.

When I casually listen in to TXT, SVT, Enhypen, BoyNextDoor, and see the work they're doing, putting out easily some of the best music and performances in their generations, I hope and pray they develop a support system that genuinely values them, soon. I hope they survive this industry, and thrive in it.

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3 - All Day - RM ft Tablo

Not to be that person (since he's canceled for reasons and it actually makes sense why), but when I first saw the song title All Day, I immediately remembered All Day by Kanye West - one of the sauciest and meanest songs he's ever made. I was worried, given the tone of the album to that point, that Namjoon was going to give us his take on Ye's original. Joon is more than capable of dropping a track just as mean if not more. I didn't put it past him to pay homage to the Kanye joint by taking a spin on it. But, thankfully, All Day is nothing like Kanye's song, and it's my favourite song on Indigo because it's the best.

Joon's diction on this track is *chef's kiss*. His voice.... that outro, and thank goodness, Tablo came through. He actually has a presence on the track and made it even more worth the listen.

It kills me that we don't even have a visualizer for this masterpiece.

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2 - Set Me Free Pt 2 - Jimin

Thank you for giving me another chance to talk about Set Me Free Pt 2.

One reason all the anxiety and fear-mongering around Jimin seems insane to me is because Jimin dropped this song and ended k-pop in 2023. He literally has no real competition. He came in, showed out, and left. That song is the sexiest joint out of Korea this year. It's so nasty. He's absolutely disgusting on this song in how brutally he makes rubbish of everything beneath him. Like, he literally has people bowing down to him in the choreography. Bobbing their heads like Funko Pops, while he sings to be set free. I'm going on a bit of a tangent here, but I want to say something. There's a cruelty in the way Jimin speaks. Whether to someone else or to himself. It's often (somewhat) restrained, born of the way he sees the world I think, and it was especially brutal in their early days, but he's toned it down significantly since 2016. It's virtually non-existent in his speech patterns and word choice now. Jimin of the last few years communicates gently, directly, tactfully, and at worst, bluntly. A lot of that cruelty is toned down but he unleashes a whisper of it on SMF Pt 2. Just listen to what he's saying on that song. That autotune effect on his voice was for our benefit and safety. Nothing can convince me otherwise. And we haven't even yet gotten into the full symbolism of the MV and his lyricism...

The moment I heard this song I knew I would bias Jimin. He's a man who knows what he's doing.

Jimin is a one of a kind wonder. Real magic in a person. An artist. He proves it on Set Me Free Pt 2. Kudos to PDogg too - the GOAT.

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1 - On The Street - j-hope ft J. Cole

When it comes to song construction, I have to give credit where credit is due and the fact is Hoseok outdid himself with this song. It is perfect, my top pick for a k-pop song in 2023. Jermaine did good on it too. But, you know... Hoseok.

The whistle melody he came up with, the beat, the vocal layering, the mixing, the MV direction - all of it is perfect. If we were giving scores based on separate components, OTS would get 10s in every category.

Honestly, Hoseok coming out at number 1 is kind of expected of him lol.

[bywons]

sru sru !! have u seen jungwon in the recent concert clips with frames and a cowboy hat...bc oh my god it made me sooo sick. ALSO! drop ur favourite enha song >,<

yuya bae hiiee >< omg YES i jus saw an ig reel of it but i can't find it TT jungwon is not jungwoning HE IS MEAN NOW !! wtf is in american air?? TT he's so so so my man, my bf, my pookie woodies ill CRY LOOK AT THEM SOOO CMEIKEKSM

also i have fav enha songs* >_< i HEART chaconne, sacrifice, bills, bite me, flicker, fever, not for sale and criminal love! what's urs bae? :0

[magneticmii]

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ Dorm Arrangements: (1) heesung (2) jay and jake (1) mei (4) sunghoon, sunoo, niki, jungwon

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

𖦹 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑬 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬: 𝘔𝘦𝘪 (메이) ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬: 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘔𝘦𝘪 (むらかみ めい) ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑬𝑵𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬: 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑲𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑵 𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑬 : 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘩𝘢 (최 소옿아) ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳, 𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 : 𝘔𝘢𝘺 10 2003 ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻: 175.6𝘤𝘮 (5'10") ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑾𝑬𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻: 40 𝘬𝘨 (121 𝘭𝘣𝘴) ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬: 𝘉ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀: 𝘒𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘯-𝘑𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝑴𝑩𝑻𝑰: 𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘑 (𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴: 𝘌𝘕𝘍𝘗) ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈: 🦭ˎˊ˗

𖦹 𝐌𝐈𝐂-𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: 𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳ˎˊ˗

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

⟢ she ranked 8th in Iland and trained the longest 9 years 3 months

⟢ her emoji is 🪷

⟢ her microphone is color pink!

⟢ mei was born in japan who moved into korea in 2013 she was so young and was not familiar with the culture but still trained to be an idol

⟢ she is an only child

⟢ she takes English lessons with the help of jake and jay

⟢ she is good at scrabble

⟢ her phone is currently the Iphone 14 purple

⟢ her favorite colors are pink, white, and black

⟢ she’s friends with Ive’s rei and liz, Le sserafim’s Kazuha and Yunjin Twice’s Mina and New Jean’s Hanni

⟢ she was in a survival show when she was 11-12 years old called ‘sixteen’

⟢ she was also in produce 48 but got eliminated in the final show and was scouted right after the show by be:lift

⟢ she rarely cries on concerts or stage and only cries when she’s alone the only time she cried in camera was in Iland taki’s elimination and when sunoo was sent in the ground

⟢ members described her as a gentle and loving person

⟢ she flirts with engenes alot and would do anything for engenes except aegyo

⟢ she watches the anime called jujutsu kaisen, bungou stray dogs, toilet bound hanako kun, junji ito, fruits basket, kimi ni todoke and studio ghibli movies!

⟢ mei wroted the b- sides in enhypen, le sserafim and new jeans including blind, still monster, just a little bit, 10 months, blue flame, chaconne, no celestial impurities fearless and smart attention eta she’s also contributing in ill-it’s debut music !

⟢ in her free time she usually works out with sunghoon and jay and reads books

⟢ when mei was not familiar with the language, jyp pressured her alot in sixteen

⟢ During iland the Judges underestimated her alot but throughout the show they saw potential towards her talent and abilities

⟢ mei doesn’t like durians she said that the smell and taste were weird

⟢ she is often mistaken as a mean person because of her rbf

⟢ Habits: Side eyeing, slapping while laughing, moving her hand when she sings, looking away when she did something that clearly was her fault,

⟢Dislikes: Sasaengs, People who harm her members, dry lips, waking up early, more..

⟢Likes: anything sour, twix, apple juice, niki, Badminton, sleeping, working out, studying, guitar, matcha, mint choco

⟢Charming point: her dimples below her mouth, 2 moles on her cheeks slightly close with each other, her eyes, kissable lips

⟢Her wallpaper is currently niki

⟢ she has 2 piercings in her ears and 3 tattoo’s on her shoulder (here ex) arm (here ex) and back neck (here ex.)

⟢ she doesn’t know what her style of clothing is but she mostly goes with black

⟢ her hair color is currently light brown and her hairstyle is like this

more about mei…

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

ＶＯＩＣＥ/ＶＯＣＡＬ ＣＬＡＩＭ : belle and karina winter

ＲＡＰ ＣＬＡＩＭ : jennie and rei ningning

ＤＡＮＣＥ ＣＬＡＩＭ : kyujin and natty, momo

ＦＡＣＩＡＬ ＥＸＰＲＥＳＳＩＯＮＳ : yunjin and lesseo

[jaylaxies]

now what do you mean jay will perform chaconne WITH silver hair and i, the biggest chaconne enthusiast, won’t be there to witness that in flesh??? GOD WHY ( ༎ຶ⌑༎ຶ )

[hwichanis]

Top 10 Songs 2023 (Jan-June)

Move -T5 (Treasure) / Love is Pain - Kingdom / FNF - Stray Kids / Doorbells Ringing - Xikers / Slingshot - The New Six / Horizon - The Boyz / Puzzle - SF9 / Good Enough - Xdinary Heroes / Chaconne - Enhypen / Farewell Neverland - Tomorrow x Together click here to listen to the playlist on spotify! Hello, lovelies! I was tagged by @honeydewtual, @junkyyu, @lunetual, and @dongkwan. Thank you so much for tagging me! When I say it was a challenge to not put the entirety of Enhypen's Dark Blood album on here, I mean it! I resisted the temptation though and just picked one. Also special shout out to "Doesn't Matter" by Sevenus that would have been here but all it has is a very lq peak time performance footage to work with so I didn't know how to make it work in the set! I am going to tag @get-lit @yongbonk @heeseunq @yohanblr @changbeens @seungkwan-s @seokmatthewz @wabisaba @worldoutlaw @kyubins @awek-s and @y5ngha! No pressure to complete it if you don't want to.

[wen-kexing-apologist]

On Repeat Spotify Playlist Tag Game

I was tagged by @waitmyturtles. The name of the game is to put your On Repeat playlist on Spotify on shuffle and listen to the first 10 songs. Mine were:

Chaconne in sol maggoire: variazione 9, Lazar Berman

Which is funny cause I am not sure I’ve ever actually heard this one. It’s fully a left over from when I used Spotify for piano and or cello music to help me fall asleep at night

2. Gut Punch//Don’t Meet Your Idols by Everybody’s Worried About Owen

This song fucking slaps. I am obsessed with it, and we can just pretend like I didn’t listen to this on extensive repeat before I got on depression meds…haha, oops.

3. Dead Mom from Beetlejuice the Musical sung by Anne Caruso

Is my Mom dead? No, thankfully. Does screaming the line “a no one sees me” at the top of my lungs in the car help me when I’m in a mood? You fucking bet it does.

4. Nocturnes, Op. 9: No. 2 in B Flat, Emma Czaplica

It is at this point I debate cheating on this game and skipping the classical songs cause they are my falling asleep music. But maybe this makes me seem more cultured than I am so 🤷🏻

5. I Deserve to Bleed by Sushi Soucy

I’m a very happy go lucky person. Pay no attention to the mental illness songs behind the curtain.

6. I Really F**ked It Up by girli

7. I’m Not Boring, You’re Just Bored by The Tilly Birds

Do I understand the lyrics? No! Does that matter? No! This song is GREAT and I love it

8. Bad Guy Necessity by Little Negrito

A friend of mine made a Vegas Theerapanyakul playlist and I put this song on it, it gets stuck in my head quite often. It’s very good and I feel like very in character for that fucked up character whom I love dearly.

9. Pacific by Chase Petra

Alright maybe I should start cheating on this game…I’m sorry that angsty songs are good, okay?! I have no excuse.

10. The Red Means I Love You by Mads Buckley

Another one from the Vegas playlist. Mads Buckley also sings Brother which I absolutely love even if it’s about an anime character I don’t know from a show I’ve literally never seen.

tagging @twig-tea, @respectthepetty, and @ranchthoughts

[the-scarlet-witch-22]

new chapter love and liabilities WHEN?? 🥰🥰 (i’m sorry i’m totally obsessed i just inhaled all the chapters of love and liabilities AND chaconne)

Hi anon! 🩵

I’m currently working through chapter 4 of love and liabilities! I’ve been on a little trip so that’s why I’m behind on updating. 😭 But I promise it’ll be out soon!

And that is seriously so sweet, and it means so much! Thank you so much for reading my works and for sending this ask, I appreciate it so much more than I could ever say ✨🫶🏻

Xoxo,

Lizzie

[i2sunric]

I saw this (https://www.instagram.com/p/CwKlfy5o362/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==) and now i can't stop thinking abt having this conversation w ricky

movie star — s.ricky (sequel of chaconne)

i got you anon ;)

wc: 1.3k

reader: afab! (no pronouns used)

warnings: MINORS DNI (explicit smut); thigh riding, grinding, dom! ricky, sub! reader, f!oral, unprotected sex, rough, make out, i wrote this at 3am

summary: when you were cooking dinner you couldn’t stop thinking about how good ricky fucked you last time, little did you know he was thinking about you as well while scrolling your instagram account.

you were trying to make yourself dinner, reading the instructions to make some ramen though you seemed to be burning them even by following step by step.

you put the uncooked ramen inside the pan with boiling water and tapped your nails on the counter, feeling bored.

you sighed, sitting down on the chair and waiting for your dinner to be ready. memories from the week before flashed through your mind, how ricky got hard, how you rode him and he fucked you, thrusting deep inside of you.

you groaned, feeling your pussy pulsing just at the thought.

your phone vibrated, earning your attention you took it in your hands and unlocked it, reading the message

as if he was reading your mind, ricky had texted you

ricky

i found a picture from your instagram

ricky

it’s so funny

ricky

*photo*

you

were u stalking my account?

ricky

maybe

ricky

you so damn short

you

well put some inches in me

ricky

huh

you

huh

as soon as you finished typing your reply, ricky was already calling you. you giggled as you picked up “what?” you asked

“what did you mean with that message?” he hurriedly asked, not beating around the bush.

you smirked “what do you think?” you played with a string of your hair while you eyed the chair where you two had done what you did a week before “i might need you… inside of me.”

you could feel ricky’s breath stop from the other line “open your door in five minutes.” he hung up, leaving you quite confused.

you just shrugged and turned the noodles in the pan, waiting for them to cook

after exactly five minutes, you heard your doorbell “did he really come here?” you asked yourself, going to the door and opening it

your eyes widened when ricky appeared in front of you with an hungry - and not for food - expression

“how did you even— your house is literally in the other side of the city.” you commented while he quickly removed his shoes and coat “i rode my private jet.” he informed you

“i beg your pardon?” “i think you’ll beg for something else.”

he went straight to your lips, kissing your roughly with so much passion.

honestly you didn’t know your relationship, you weren’t lovers but weren’t just friends as well. maybe friends with benefits? whatever it was, you surely needed him so bad at that moment

you moaned in his mouth, he placed a hand on your face and rubbed your cheek with his thumb as he inserted his tongue in your mouth, licking it inside.

ricky parted away from you just to ask “where’s your bedroom?” you pointed at the second door to the right and he dragged you inside of it, closing the door with his foot. he went back to make out with you, your hands went everywhere, from his chest to his hair, pulling his sprayed white hair and making him whine.

you pulled away once again, sitting by the edge of the bed and patting his laps “sit down here, kitten.” you obeyed

he gently brushed your hair away from your shoulder and left small kisses on your neck, noticing a red bite he had given you, still not completely faded. he smiled victoriously “you rode me so well last time, how about you ride my thigh instead?”

you looked at him, unsure, a part of you wanted to do that but another one just wanted him to be inside of you fast. he noticed your uneasy expression and whispered in your ear “if you show me how fast you can cum like the good kitten you are, i will fuck you so hard you will grow more than a few inches.” he referred to your previous message

you nodded and started grinding on his right thigh, he placed one hand on your waist and another one on your ass, guiding you at times so you could feel more pleasure. ricky was clearly more

experienced than you, so you trusted him.

“so good baby.” he commented, watching you with pleasure, you could feel his cock grow harder inside those tight jeans.

you moaned, feeling the pleasure kicking in as your clit rubbed against his leg, he pulled it up so it could bring you even more pressure and friction

“mh- ricky..” you closed your eyes and threw your head back, increasing the speed. he pulled your shirt up and showed your tits, rubbing your nippled and squeezing them.

you let out shaky moans, feeling yourself be closer and closer, a knot formed inside your stomach, signalling you were going to cum soon “i’m close.. m’gonna cum.” you almost screamed, speeding up so much you came in an instant, your back shivering and your legs trembling.

you rested your head on his shoulder, trying to recompose yourself from the orgasm “my kitten came so fast, i need to give you a reward.” ricky praised, pulling you up from his laps and removing his pants and shirt.

“clothes off.” he ordered and you did as told, removing your soaked and cum-dirty shorts and underwear and your sweaty shirt as well.

“lay down.” he ordered once again and you obeyed, laying down on your back on the bed. he stroked his hard length, bending on you, raising your legs until they stretched beside his figure

he put his fingers inside your mouth and ordered you to lick them, and you did, twirling your tongue and licking them as if they were a popsicle

when he was satisfied, ricky pulled his fingers away from your mouth and entered you, at first only one finger to let you adjust and then added another.

you moaned in pain, gripping the sheet “relax, you’re too tense.” you placed a kiss on your stomach to calm you down and moved his fingers in and out from your wet pussy

“can my kitten handle another one?” he questioned, adding a third finger inside of you. you bit your lower lip, making it slightly bleed.

“please ricky, please fuck me, i need you inside of me now.” you pleaded

“so impatient.” ricky commented, removing his fingers and quickly replacing them with his cock, making you gasp. he started slowly but increased the speed right away, your grip on the sheets tightened

“oh lord, shit.” you screamed, each thrust was deep and fast you could almost feel his dick inside of your throat

“you’re doing so good y/n, taking me so well.” he payed again with your tits, squeezing and light-slapping them.

you were a moaning mess, no thoughts formed inside your brain, he completely sent you above the clouds

he stopped and pulled his length out, making you moan at the loss, he put your leg above his shoulder and entered you again.

he thrusted at an high speed again, the sound of your skins hitting was so loud it echoed in the whole room.

ricky bent down and placed kisses all over your face, first on the forehead, then on your nose and lastly on your lips. it wasn’t rough, rather gentle and comforting “gosh baby, i could stay inside of you forever.”

you could notice ricky was getting close to coming because his moans got low and more present, and just like you predicted he informed you “kitten, i’m close, gonna cum.”

“fill me up, please i want your cum to fill me all.” you begged and it was enough to make him cum, with a low moan, he gripped on your thighs and released inside of you his all seed

he shut his eyes down, a rush of pleasure growing inside of him.

“we should do this more often.” he commented, pulling out his cock and watching as his cum was dripping from your pussy.

“definitely.” you replied, sitting up as ricky shone you a bright smile. you pulled ricky in a kiss, starting a cozy make out session. your hand rested on his chest, making its way from the top until it almost reached his length.

ricky was lazily rubbing your clit with his thumb, you softly moaned, making his stomach drop at how cute and hot you were at the same time. you tilted your head, leaving your neck exposed which gave ricky access to it.

he started to kiss it until he found a certain spot where you whimpered at the contact, you were so sensitive there it sent shivers through your spine. he sucked it and you put a hand behind his head, pulling his hair in pleasure.

ricky smiled and got away from your neck, looking at his masterpiece with a cocky smile “so pretty only for me.” that comment made you feel butterflies

he smelled something weird, looking around in confusion “what’s this burnt smell?”

you gasped “my ramen!!”

[chlorinecake]

Sssooooo uuuuuummmmmm I did a thing .....

Ok so you know how jungwon lllooooooovvvveeeessss cats but he's allergic to them? Ok so it's the same for me I really really love animals including cats obviously but I love all animals anyway I'm allergic to them and my allergies are really bad like even my normal allergies. So I was walking around outside in the neighborhood/apartment complex you know listening to enhypen songs you know mixed up, pass the mic,let me in,not for sale , blessed cursed I listened to chaconne like 3 or 4 times and I saw this cat on top of someone's car and I passed it at first (i was walking back and forth ) and when I came back I was walking on the side that the car was on and he started meowing at me. So obviously I couldn't ignore hime because that'd be so mean and he was being so cute and nice and so I walked up to the car. And I put my hand out and he came towards it and rubbed himself against it and then he walked off the car and started following me. So OBVIOUSLY I have to play with him now so I start petting him and trying to lead him to come with me and I picked him up a couple of times and the after a while this car needed to back in so we got separated and I had to go . And I get inside and I thought it wasn't really gonna be bad or a problem but then my throat started feeling fuzzy and I started to cough like really really bad like a really bad cough and it would hurt my chest right? And so I go check the mail and come back to take a shower to get the sander off of me and was my face. SoI get out of the shower and just by the way I have asthma too 😅 😀 and so I hear that every time I breathe whether it's through the nose or mouth I hear like this kind of whistle kind of noise and I know it's like me wheezing (probs cuz I couldn't breathe obviously) and I kinda feel better but my throat still feels kinda like weird and my eyes and nose itch and anyway even though I had a pretty allergic reaction bad I got some pictures and he's sooooooo cute omg anyway I love you Soo much sooo here's the pics ........ what should I name it ? I think paco 😊☺️🤭

Heyyy, missy!! 🌸 Taking a walk while listening to Enhypen is certified it-girl behavior, but OMG, I can’t even blame you for risking your health for that cat, bc what the freak?? 😭🥺 He or she is SAURRR cute!! Paco is a very befitting name, too! Just take a note from Jungwon and keep your distance from the little creature moving forward… unless they decide to follow you again 🤭

I love you too, girly! Thanks for sharing these pics !!

[psalm22-6]

Source: the Santa Cruz Sentinel, 17 November 1989

WHERE were you in 1822? Not Paris I hope. Talk about inconveniences; pastry prices were sky high and you couldn't turn a corner without fear of running into ranting anarchists or soldiers' bayonets. [where do I begin....] Now, with the advent of hightech stage wizardry, France's turbulent in-between-revolutionary era can be taken in much more comfortably. With some effort, one can secure a seat at the Curran Theatre in San Francisco, (8 p.m. Tuesdays-Saturdays, 3 p.m. matinees Saturdays and Sundays), and see "Les Miserables," the blockbuster musical hit based on Victor Hugo's epic novel.

Who would have ever guessed that Hugo's 1200 page tale of vallantry [sic], combat, love, hate, and suffering would wind up a hit musical? Alain Boublil (author) and Claude-Michel Schonberg (composer), that's who. There's no denying that the story of "Les Miserables" has all the makings of grand theatre, but its long-windedness makes it no breeze for stage adaptation; kind of like setting the Bible.

Boulil and Schonberg scaled the work down to fit into 3VJ hours running time, and though various omissions and truncations might rattle purists, the musical stands on its own, matching at least the novel's grandeur. Directors and adapters John Caird and Travor [sic] Nunn put theatrical means to exhaustive and imaginative ends in this multi-tiered spectacle. 

In terms of the grand sweep and nuances also, production values are on target. The novel's ideologies are tucked smoothly into context and character, their themes developed skillfully within the confines of the musical's somewhat synoptic form. 

Surprisingly, the show's most oft used and effective technology is dirt simple. With a large rotating disc planted midstage, time and Paris' dank back streets whisk by seamlessly. The highlighted hide n' seek saga between protagonist Jean Valjean and his nemesis Inspector Javert is just one strata of Hugo's bigger-than-life story that make the rounds. Other plots and subplots unwind upon the lazy-susan treadmill, eclipsing each other from scene to scene as if in planetary orbits. 

Though the story is broken down to essentials, it remains far more engrossing and elaborate than the greater bulk of Broadway fare. Jean Valjean has just served 20 years on the chain gang for stealing a loaf of bread, and his return to the free world is painstakingly encumbered by his inmate markings, (evinced by a yellow ID card). After thwarted attempts at making a straight-laced go of it, he assumes a new identity and destroys his card. He then pops up in scene two as mayor of the town and a successful businessman, but alas, Javert is hot on the trail, and before long he is forced to give up his respected station. The chase snakes through city and countryside, touching on a panoramic assortment of societal ranks. Jean Valjean's encounters with street people and malcontent students adds breadth to the political context, keeps the audience abreast of the situation as unrest foments to rebellion. 

Schonberg's apt and catchy song settings with John Cameron's glitzy orchestral packaging are ingeniously woven into the show's dramatic and technical pacing. Schonberg supplies a dynamic spectrum of musical atmospheres that correspond effectively with the story's dramatic scheme; a trove of memorable songs beginning to end. The simple, folk/rock flavored ballads "I Dreamed a Dream" and "On My Own" have already gained signature status, and underline a good deal of the show's progress via assorted retreadings. Noble and forthright, the stately chaconne accompaniment of the former tune echos the visionary strength of France's downtrodden, while "On My Own" intimates vulnerability and longing, sounding not too unlike "Shall We Gather at the River." The action scenes and larger music builds are more the work of Cameron's instrumental episodes, which are at times intriguingly shaded by acoustic/synthetic mixes. 

A toast to Herbert Kretzmer's irresistable lyrics. The serious songs touch both persona feelings and greater concerns, and there's no shortage of laughs, either. Ribald rhymes and ruthless punning make "Master of the House" (later "Beggars at the Feast") and "Dog Eats Dog" hilarious foils to the story's grimmer moments. The songs are sung by M. & Mme. Thenardier (Gary Beach and Gina Ferrall), shameless skalleywags whose pure wretchedness give the show a breath of fresh air. 

You couldn't hope for a better cast ... for the most part. Rich Herbert gives an unusually winning portrayal of the ever-valiant Jean Valjean. Playing a saint is no picnic and Herbert wears his halo credibly. His physical presence is a given asset for the role, but he also brings dynamic acting ability and beautifully voiced arias. Richard Kinsey poses a menacing presence as Javert, Jean Valjean's pursuer; a real swine. With a booming bass voice that shoots up the spine like an aftershock, Kinsey looms relentlessly on the heels of our hero from beginning to near-end. Javert's final withdrawal from the chase, (we're talking terminal) features one of the show's most ingenious technical displays, a stunt that is perfectly suited to the character's formidable stature. 

With all the pieces artfully made and fit in place, there remains something to be desired in "Les Miserables." By virtue of the sheer magnitude of spectacle, gadgetry overwhelms humanity. Guts and glory are mere ingredients of the multi-tiered phenomena rather than the meat of it all wedged in between hardware and software like the ewoks in "Star Wars." The musical's emotional resonance is strategically planted into the scheme of things, designed so neatly and predictably that the stitches show. 

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