#femme hey mamas

[purplegspotx]

i think it’s time for me to have another slut fase

[easays]

so is Kristen Applebee's a "hey mama" lesbian now that she said "you're the meat, mama" to her goddess?

[fxmmeangel]

that tik tok trend of “so you’re into mascs” and then they show a bunch of photos of “masc” people who are usually just alt or hey mamas with the “so the answer is yes but also no” audio is driving me insane!!! y’all!! broaden your horizons!!

[pjharvey]

i also feel like theres a weird sort of pressure not only in straight society now but queer spaces to experiment with femininity as a masc gay woman in a way there isn’t with femme women and masculinity, lest we be labelled hey mamas lesbians or something, ESPECIALLY for masc women of color, like there’s this idea now that feminism means embracing your Inner Femininity rather than rejecting the idea that femininity is a prerequisite for womanhood. but well. alas

[thottybrucewayne]

Another James Somerton lie that's super egregious to me is his lying about Janelle Monáe having to come out of the closet when Pynk came out because "Everyone got confused and thought the song was a girl power anthem when it was really Janelle's coming out song." and making a big deal about erasure and what not but it's like A. None of that is true the second that music video came out everybody and they mama said, "Janelle Monáe gay?????????????????" That was the primary reading of the music video, and it's very well-documented B. It could be argued that the music is somewhat of a "girl power" anthem too and I doubt Janelle would have an issue with that interpretation given that Pynk has a very "owning your sexuality and taking up space" message. C. Funny that James Somerton would make such an impassioned defense of an artist being "forced" to come out because he literally lied on a bisexual writer who was forced to come out after people assumed that she was some gross straight woman obsessed with gay men. James, who supposedly did alllllllll this research, lumped that author in with the "Straight woman who writes gay men's stories." in his video and proceeded to get pissy with her when she left a pretty mild comment of "Hey, after a whole harassment campaign against me forcing me to come out of the closet it kinda sucks that people are still calling me straight." Then, after very gently being called out over him erasing her sexuality to fit his narrative, he proceeded to omit the title of that author's work in his later videos and make up a lie about her being mean to him on Twitter when his audience questioned him on it. LITERALLY TALKIN OUTTA BOTH SIDES OF HIS MOUTH

This whole situation reminds me of a TikTok creator who's been called out for stealing from Black women all the time and how every time it's brought up, it's met with silence. Once, He just straight-up read out a Black trans femme's tweets without properly crediting her or asking her for permission to use her work. Making the excuse of "Well, I screenshotted the tweets and put them on the screen so..." then his fans spent days bashing her for calling him out on using the work of other creators without asking and making fun of her for having a donation up which I don't think he ever addressed outside of the occasional stray comment.

This way of "building a progressive brand" through stealing the work of marginalized writers is actually common in left circles and academia and has been an issue, particularly for Black trans femme essayists, for a while. Black MaGes (people of marginalized genders) will come out and say, "Hey! This really popular essayist ripped me off word for word bar for bar" and get paid dust because their platform isn't large enough to speak out and because their platforms are smaller, people are less inclined to care when they get ripped off. Like, it's easy for us to point at James and say, "Omg? How could he get away with stealing this much for so long?" when the answer is simple, nobody cares what you have to say if you don't have a big platform, thus nobody cares if you get stolen from and unfortunately, we're all complicit. Look at how much this situation has blown up just because a super-popular guy brought it up. If Hbomb and Todd in the shadows didn't speak on this story and these small creators made a bigger stink about James biting their shit, yall would have ignored them at best or crucified them and accused them of trying to tear down the body of work of a gay man and probably throw in something about them secretly being a kiwi farms troll trying to sew discord in the community (I know how yall get down...) at worst. To address this issue more substantially, WE have to be better about learning slowly and taking time to pour over materials ourselves and not fall into the trap of letting whatever video essayist we like the best at the moment shape how we think and feel about whatever topic they're covering. Ismatu Gwendolyn and their threadings essays on substack have really helped me personally start removing myself from the "quick learner" rat race and the need to digest as much information as possible that video essays fulfill and reintroduced me to learning slowly and with intention and reading sources for myself first without depending on the thoughts and feelings of a creator I like and agree with to color my view of things. If we work towards getting used to treating video essayists like essayists and not our parasocial besties being our beginning and end to learning on a topic, we can A. Mitigate the amount of misinformation and plagiarized work circulating by being able to identify them easier and B. Improve our personal relationship to learning so we don't have to rely on some stranger with "bisexual lighting" to make us feel smart.

Edit: Please rb the typo-less version,,,,

[struggling-intuit]

we all know jaehyuns delulu but im gonna need your thoughts

subject || jung jaehyun

title || of his delusional romanticism

demian || yes

warnings || NO MINORS, ETC., ETC.; femme!reader, reader has a clit, thick dick!jae, hopeless romantic core, penetration, super rough sex, reader is so sore :(, jaehyun stares at you like his mama didn't teach him any better

Ha, poor baby's so obvious.

Don't be too hard on him though. He's trying his best to stay sober, but you're perfumed with the sweetest elixr. He can't help but get drunk on you and have his consciousness consumed by those pretty fantasies again.

If you spare a hand and grab his, he just might make it back to Earth.

But you don't have to worry, he hates that you do. Even if his head never descends from the clouds, you'll forever be able to lean on him. The mile-long expanse between his shoulders is waiting for you, rest here for a while.

Jae is the type to think that romance will save the world. He'll throw himself off a cliff for you, not to test the powers of a goddess or anything, but because for love he'll commit the ultimate sacrifice.

For you. Watch, he can prove it.

Will he regret it? He certainly doesn't think so. He knew it was you from the moment he first saw you.

The cafe. The early morning sunlight streaming through the window by your table. The soft r&b setting the rhythm for every turn of the page of your book of poems, the raise of the hot ceramic mug to your lips, the tuck of a lock of hair behind your ear... So you're the one he's been waiting for.

Nice to meet you.

God, it's really you. He might just be convinced he knew you from a past life. Have you been getting his messages? He's been on the line all alone until now.

No, you don't have to respond, just keep those quick fingers at the strings of his heart. Don't stop, it hurts too good.

But when he refocuses, comes down from the high and pushes the mist from the corners of his vision, you're gone. You drank your coffee so fast, he didn't have a chance to —

"Hey pervert, do you have any idea how creepy you look staring like that?"

Your words taste so sweet. Give him more.

Jae's hopelessly delusional self is always getting into situations like this, but with you it's real. He feels it. And you will too, one day, someday, in his bed when he takes you for the first time.

He would be so delicate, as if you really would break if he abandoned the little sense he has left and fucked you the way he's been waiting so patiently to.

Just a little longer, soon, after you get used to the girth (he couldn't help chuckling at your expression when you first saw him in all his glory) but the feeling of finally being inside you is overwhelming. He can't wait anymore.

And so the bear will lose control and your pounding will begin.

The luscious roll of his hips offers a tenderness to the agony that is taking every meaty inch, but you're nearly as addicted to your stretch as he is to the spasming heat.

And the torture doesn't last long, regretfully so. He's bottoming out faster and faster, taking you to the summit through brute force and an insistent thumb at your clit, god, so, so close.

Your cries for mercy are music to his ears.

He'll smile as he ducks his head into the crook between your neck and shoulder, desperate pants rounding out to honor his entire range — thick indigo chest notes, rich chocolatey tenor, that falsetto... his delicious lullaby packaged and sold for the very reasonable price of your ability to walk tomorrow.

And 99 cents.

click here for main masterlist

and here for nct masterlist

i was struggling to finish a post on this very topic and your ask gave me the push i needed. thanks anonie!

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; modern day songs they remind me of

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, badlinu, ranboo, billzo, aimsey, quackity, nihachu, jack manifold & slimecicle

warnings ; none

lmk if I should remove jack, billzo & aimsey bc ik they don't like fanfics but this is just some random blurb and idk. lmk yall lmao. this includes early 2000s-2020s music so don't come for me LMAO

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

vibe ; lil peep

give u the moon ; lil peep

remember you ; dominurmom

facetime with my mom (tonight) ; bo burnham

need 2 ; pinegrove

mr brightside ; the killers

shut up my moms calling ; hotel ugly

don't mess a good thing up ; remy

TUBBO

end of beginning ; djo

change ; djo

clown ; updog

where the lines overlap ; paramore

harness your hopes ; pavement

star shopping ; lil peep

conversations with strangers ; caitlin cook

him ; tokio hotel

out of my league ; fitz and the tantrums

playing god ; paramore

RANBOO

clown ; updog

pretty boy ; poutyface

already over ; mike shinoda

for a pessimist, im pretty optimistic ; paramore

nfwmb ; hozier

him ; tokio hotel

love who loves you back ; tokio hotel

oil ; gorillaz & stevie nicks

change ; djo

FREDDIE BADLINU

on and on ; djo

everything about me ; remy

too young ; phoenix

oh shit... are we in love? ; valley

feel good inc ; gorillaz

19-2000 ; gorillaz

tear in my heart ; twenty one pilots

tumblr girls ; g-eazy & christoph andersson

flash mountain ; djo

BILLZO

beautiful ; eminem

youngest daughter ; superheaven

secret garden ; spiritbox

1000 blunts ; $uicideboy$

when the sun hits ; slowdive

easy ; tokio hotel

downtown ; lil peep

granite ; sleep token

devils work ; freddie dredd

antarctica ; $uicideboy$

AIMSEY

hey there delilah ; plain white t's

all things end ; hozier

fcknstr ; britney manson ; 6arelyhuman

flash mountain ; djo

from eden ; hozier

gasoline ; haim & taylor swift

waves ; calpurnia

greyhound ; calpurnia

when it rains it pours ; tokio hotel

QUACKITY

clown ; updog

i want your video ; djo

false alarm ; the weeknd

nail tech ; jack harlow

le jardin ; la femme

collard greens ; schoolboy q & kendrick lamar

thats what you get ; paramore

don't want it ; lil nas x

pasadena ; la femme

NIKI NIHACHU

what the fuck is happening ; $uicideboy$

lil jeep ; lil peep

memoirs of a gorilla ; $uicideboy$

save that shit ; lil peep

romanticise this ; james marriott

say it ain't so ; calpurnia

fashion - slow ; britney manson

void ; lil nas x

rodeo ; lil nas x & nas

on my mama ; victoria monet

JACK MANIFOLD

judas ; lady gaga

tumblr girls ; g-eazy & christoph andersson

cupids chokehold ; gym class heroes

without me ; eminem

till I collapse ; eminem & nate dogg

hey ya ; outkast

the real slim shady ; eminem

yeah! ; usher, lil jon & ludacris

ride ; sir mix-a-lot

SLIMECICLE

runway walk ; demrick & brevi

fireflies ; owl city

them changes ; thundercat

action hero movie boy ; lemon demon

gooey ; glass animals

help let me go ; danny gonzalez

everybody talks ; neon trees

left brain, right brain ; bo burnham

punk tactics ; joey valence & brae

dance now ; joey valence & brae

[fob4ever]

sent that video to a friend and they said “why is patrick acting like he’s trying to pick pete up at a gay bar”

literally like a hey mama dyke hitting on a helpeless femme thats at the gay bar for the first time

[effyeffa]

overly specific playlists for overly specific occasions 2024 edition

winter 23/24. dreamy mix of many different genres for when someone asks me hey what have you been listening to lately. old songs new songs happy songs sad songs everything from adrianne lenker to marco castello, a frequent rotation

lover. i definitely did NOT make this one to impress one specific person whose taste matches mine in the most miraculous of ways no no. but we will fall in love listening to beach house

fall for you. have you ever put on mitski i'm your man and leonard cohen i'm your man back to back. no? well here's your chance. and i can tell you more about this world, so much more

tasty tunes. synth-heavy dance tunes, good vibes. la femme, miel de montagne, LA priest etc. dinner party background groove

summer roads. one thing almost all of the tracks in this playlist have in common is that they were at some point featured in a skate vid. many classics (bob dylan, cocteau twins) modern classics (frank ocean, cass mccombs) and timeless jams (daniel johnston, mazzy star)

touch. this one's for lying on a big old sofa with your best friends half asleep drunk on love and too tired to go to bed. rhye, james blake, kevin morby

what's the last four years been about? when jockstrap said. What's it all about. i give you bon iver, i give you angel olsen, i give you fiona apple with the answers. i give you black country new road with the musical equivalent of a greek tragedy. dig in.

springsummer 23. don't recall what kind of headspace i was in for this one but we're feeling a wide range of emotions here. tamino and yo la tengo, andrew bird, dope lemon, king krule. the overarching theme may or may not being hopelessly in love with someone impossible

all the in between. mama you've been on my mind. another lovesick one. lots of oldies with new stuff sprinkles in, a short and sweet moment in time. might have cried to this playlist, or written notes app poetry.

transitional. it's raining and you're gazing out a train window dramatically, there is a sweet nostalgia in this but also darkness, rough around the edges. from amyl and the sniffers to flume, moodswings and movement.

[shyphonics]

Salad Days, Chapter 6: Just You and Me, Punk Rock Girl

(Rodrick Heffley x reader)

chapter directory here

Light sex warning for the beginning- 18+ plz

This chapter took me a while - I wrote the beginning the same night I wrote the first and second chapters. Then I realized I think I'm more comfortable writing horrific and sad moments than sweet moments and I kinda froze trying to fill the plot in around it lol.

Thank you so much to everyone reading this!!! The fact that it's actually getting notes makes me really, really happy :)

Also this chapter's run of songs contains a secret song in the spotify playlist oooooh

Oh my mama mama mo-my-mum

Have you kept an eye, an eye on your son?

I know you've got problems, you're not the only one

Since your sugar left, left you on the run

The gas cans felt good in his hands. Heavy. Smooth plastic snug in his fingers. His grip was tight. He reveled in the sound of the liquid sloshing around. The unmistakable smell.

Everybody fucking hated him. Every second of every day, he felt like his brain was on fire. A full body burn begging him to get out.

Get out now.

It's not like anyone was inside. The old library had been gutted weeks ago. They were supposed to demolish it next week. If he really thought about it… he was doing them a favor.

Yeah. So do it. Who gives a fuck.

He busted a window and stuck his leg inside, stepping into the decayed, old building. It smelled like dust. It smelled like school.

Stupid Frank and Susan.

Stupid Heather Hills.

Stupid Rodrick. Going nowhere, doing nothing, being nothing. Stupid.

The smell was strong, but he liked it.

He grinned, he nearly hyperventilated as he doused as much as he could.

Dizzy in his head, laughing maniacally

Breathing in fumes, killing brain cells.

What did it matter.

He shook the last drops out of the second can and tossed it across the room.

He struck a match. Let it burn out.

Struck another. Toss.

The fire erupted.

He stood there to watch it for a second, and ducked back out the window.

He knew he wouldn't have much time to admire his work, so he started running.

Deep into the woods.

He stopped and saw a ball of flames rise in the distance. The ground rumbled. His eyes went wide. He ran all the way home.

Nobody even knew he was gone. He'd left music playing in his room so it'd sound like he never left.

He watched the living room from the top of the stairs. A news report was on.

The library was directly on top of an open gas line. No fucking kidding.

Half the street went up in flames.

It's not like there was much on that street anyway, besides a strip mall with one or two active tenants. Closed for the night. No injuries reported.

His mom was crying. His dad was in shock. Greg and Manny were already asleep.

How could something like this happen? his mom whispered.

They're saying it was just some freak accident. They can't put it out. It's going to burn straight down to the foundation. Frank, incredulous.

Rodrick was silent.

~

Words to memorize

Words hypnotize

Words make my mouth exercise

Words all fail the magic prize

Nothing I can say when I'm in your thighs

“Hey,” a cool hand on his face, “where are you? Are you okay?”

He’s sent flying back to reality suddenly, looking up into your eyes. He looks frazzled. He’s not sure where that came from. All he knows is that he can never tell you.

“I'm fine,” he breathes, his hands moving to your hips, squeezing. Like he’s making sure you’re real.

How could he not be fine? The realization of what's going on hits him like a brick and he squeezes you harder.

He looks up at you like you're a goddess. Hips perfectly situated on his, eyes glinting in the low light of your bedroom. Every subtle movement you make sends a twitch through his body. Breath hitching through plush pink lips, mouth agape.

“I'm fucking amazing,” he sighs.

“Okay, good. Thought I lost you for a second.” you smile, placing a hand on his chest. His heart is racing.

You move your hips, just a little, testing the water.

He throws his head back and huffs, moving with you. He always figured that this- all of this- would be good, but he never dreamed it would be this good. It must be something special about you, he thinks.

You keep smiling down at him.

“If you wanna pick it up a little bit, go ahead,”

“P-pick it up?”

You raise yourself up off him a little, and then send yourself back down. He shudders, a grin spreading across his face. You keep it up, laughing softly, slowly bouncing up and down, skin slapping skin. Obscene, wet sounds. A groan comes from deep within his throat. He's thrusting up to meet you, knuckles white on your hips.

You haven’t had an impressive amount of sex in your life, but you’ve certainly had some experiences. Nothing has ever been like this. Rodrick is looking at you- not your body- he’s looking into your eyes. His eye contact has a sense of pleading, his lips are trembling. You lean down to kiss him. It’s tender. It’s intimate. You’d figured he’d be quick and chaotic. Experienced, maybe, but not learned.

Everything just feels so good.

His hands are gentle on your back, rubbing up around your shoulder blades. You feel his hips roll, and it sends waves of heat through your body. You keep a slow and passionate pace together, it feels like your bodies are perfectly in tune with each other.

“I can't believe that you… I…” Rodrick breathes, his brain turned to mush.

“I know,” a sharp breath leaves you as he hits a certain spot.

You speed up, both of you seeming to know what you need. Your bodies glisten with sweat, and you throw your head back, hands anchored to his shoulders. His hands move up to your chest, gently squeezing, then ghosting down your ribcage. His hands- so large, so strong. They’re slightly weathered, calloused from his drumsticks, and they’re so warm. His bony hips poke into your thighs with every thrust. You can just feel him. All of him.

Then you feel him twitch inside of you.

“I think I…” Rodrick gasps.

You look down at him, your eyes warm, reassuring him. You feel close too, still warmed up from earlier. He ruts up into you, flushed and panting. You feel yourself squeeze around him, your vision blurring slightly, as a rush of tingles runs through your whole body, and that seems to send him over the edge. He stops suddenly, breathing heavily, holding your hip down onto his, the other cupping your face. His eyes squeeze shut, then open wide, and roll back into his head.

You both sit and recover for a second, gasping for air, looking at each other. You roll off of him, and lay next to him, exhausted. He reaches out desperately to grab your thigh, as you turn to your side and throw your arm over his chest. You reach up and feel his cheek. His skin is hot, and slightly stubbled.

“I’m glad I didn’t wait.”

“You were gonna wait?” He pants.

“I don’t usually do that. That fast. But now I know.”

“Know what?” He turns his head to look at you, eyes tired.

“That I really, definitely like you.”

He laughs, pulling you closer to his chest and kissing the top of your head.

“I really, definitely like you too.”

You wriggle the comforter out from underneath you, and throw it over the both of you. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off, hands on each other, legs tangled.

For the first time in a long time, Rodrick dreams of absolutely nothing.

~

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand

Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?

Lose sensations, spare the insults, save them for another day

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away

~

Rodrick wakes up before you, lifting his head in confusion at his unfamiliar surroundings. Until he feels your arm draped over him, and remembers where he is. It’s still early, and you’re dead asleep. He smiles, pulling you closer to him. He gazes over your face, lit up in the early morning light. You stir, coming to rest your head on his bare chest, and he’s so happy he could cry.

“Go back to sleep,” you mumble.

He does.

You wake once the sun is all the way up, blinking at the beams coming in through your window. Rodrick has an iron hold on you, and little snores are coming from him.

You can see your alarm clock from where you are, and it’s a little after 9 AM.

You turn slightly onto your back, and feel Rodrick moving.

“You up?” You look over at him. His eyelids are heavy, and there’s a lazy smile on his face.

“I’m up,” he sighs.

“Glad you didn’t sneak out on me.” You chuckle.

“Why would I do that?” His voice is sleepy, and a little whiny.

“I don’t know. Boys are weird.”

He gives you one last squeeze before he lets you up.

“You wanna shower?” You ask, running a hand through your hair.

The water is warm, and you can finally see Rodrick’s lanky body in all its glory. Steam fills the bathroom, and his face is slightly flushed.

“So, last night,” Rodrick stretches under the stream of water. You find yourself admiring the lightly defined muscles in his back, and fighting the urge to smack his ass. Maybe later.

“What about it?” You smirk, squeezing some body wash onto a washcloth.

“It was… real? Like, it happened, right?” He turns around, eyebrow raised, grinning smugly.

“As far as I'm aware,” you laugh, beginning to scrub yourself.

Rodrick pauses, water running down his shoulders.

“Wow,” he smiles, then his face falters just a little, “and… you enjoyed it?”

You give him a look, wringing out your washcloth. Instead of answering him, you just step forward and kiss him, warm water flowing over you. Your hands travel over his body, slick with water and soap. You pull away.

“Duh.” You smile.

You dry off. Rodrick's wet hair is wild, and he still has a little bit of eyeliner on.

He grabs his clothes from the night before, and you stop him.

“Are you sure about that?”

He freezes, holding his boxers with the tips of his fingers, like a deer in the headlights.

“I can… turn ‘em inside out,”

“Ew. I have clothes you can wear,” you laugh, “boxers make good pajamas, and most bands don't really make women's shirts.”

“Really?”

You toss him a pair of plain, black boxers, then get an idea. You head to your closet, where you keep your band merch.

“Y'know what? I'm returning the favor. You look like a medium.” You root through the box, and toss him a shirt with your band’s logo on the front. He holds it up to himself and smiles. You find your Löded Diper shirt, discarded along with your purse by the front door, and put it on. As you come back, he's pulling the boxers on, and you take your chance.

Smack.

“Hey!” he yelps, turning to face you, blushing just a little.

He sees your shirt, and a giddy grin appears on his face.

You find yourself at the coffee shop across the street, sitting on the little patio. The streets are packed with groups of people, enjoying the spring day. Rodrick mangles a croissant as you sip from a large, white mug. You appreciate the fact that the two of you can sit in a comfortable silence like this. You flip through the local alt paper, The Eye.

“Ooh, there's a Pyramid show tonight, my friend’s band is playing. That'd be a good place to show you. They have an entire wall of pinball machines.”

“Are you friends with all the bands?” Rodrick asks, pouring 4 packets of sugar into his coffee at once.

“Not all of them. But a lot of them. I try to network.” You shrug, reading through the event calendar.

“All the major bars are kind of in one strip, with a few outliers. Then you have your DIYs and house venues.”

Rodrick sips his coffee, makes a face, and adds 2 more sugar packets.

“Do you think we have a chance at any of them?”

“You guys are gonna have good word of mouth after last night,” you nod, “I bet in a week you'll have an offer from Pyramid or Dime Store.”

“Wow,” Rodrick breathes, assuming that must be really good.

“It looked like your guys got along with everyone, too, and Mike likes you. You've got a great start. You might even get to open for a real band once they start coming in the summer.” You smile at him, looking up from the paper.

“We are a real band,” he looks confused.

“Yeah, but, y'know. A touring band. The Casualties are coming back this summer… Circle Jerks usually run through with Descendents once a year, D.R.I. has been on a ‘retirement tour’ for the past few years,” you say, adding air quotes, “your name's on the opener list now. And most of the time, picking someone from that list falls to me… but don't expect any obvious nepotism. I try to match people up by sound.”

Rodrick grins, stars in his eyes.

“Do any bands around here, um,” he pauses, unsure how to word it, “make it?”

“Sometimes,” you lean back, thinking, “it's hard nowadays. There was this super popular indie band last year. They got picked up to be on a movie soundtrack, and they're huge now. That's what sells, these days. I'll let you work out the irony of indie selling.” You smirk.

“So, what? Heavier bands are just shit out of luck?” He takes another sip of his sugary coffee.

“That's how it goes,” you shrug, “you give up most of the hope of being famous to be a real musician. There's a reason that even huge punk bands are still just playing at bars instead of stadiums. It was never marketable. Punk’s not even a genre anymore. To me, it's having the attitude of ‘I’m pissed off, and I'm making it your problem.”

Rodrick laughs, “Okay, I do like that.”

You finish the last of your coffee, and roll up your paper, tucking it in your bag.

“You ready?” You stand up, stretching.

“For what?” he looks at you, draining his mug.

“I'm gonna show you the strip, rookie.”

You smile, holding your hand out, and he takes it.

“The Strike’s back that way, you’ve already seen it. There’s a pretty big gap of old shops and abandoned buildings from here to there.”

You lead him down the street, pointing out bars. Most of them will be closed until the late afternoon.

“There’s Pyramid, there’s Dime store. That one’s cool, the upstairs is a drag bar called Fluorescence, and the downstairs is a dive called Dim Bulb.”

Rodrick laughs, taking in the sights of the street.

“First time I ever came down here, I was with a bunch of friends who were 21, and I was still 19. Dim Bulb is all ages if you put the X’s on your hands, but Fluorescence is strictly 21+. My friends went upstairs. Downstairs was dead that night. They told me to wait in the bar and not go off walking by myself, but…”

“You went off walking by yourself?” Rodrick smirks at you.

“How’d you know?” You chuckle, “Yeah, and I had just gotten these leather pants, and I felt so fucking cool. But I was so stupid. And this gross, old guy stopped me and asked if I was ‘working’, and I said ‘no, fuck off, get away from me’,” you say, your tone nonchalant.

Rodrick raises his eyebrows, his mouth falling open.

“So, he starts chasing me down the street, yelling, ‘I’ll kill you’, and I was yelling back all this bullshit, just totally bluffing,”

You stop in front of a bodega along the street.

“And the guy who owns this place came out and scared the guy off. He’s good people.”

You wave at the man inside, who perks up and waves back.

“That place has everything. 9-volt batteries, first aid stuff, you name it. If you find yourself in a jam, head over there.”

Rodrick looks through the windows as you walk by.

“This whole street is, like… a tiny little town all on its own. Also, I'm glad you didn't get murdered.”

“Yeah,” you sigh out, looking over the strip, feeling proud, “it really is. I love it here. I’m glad I could show you around. And thanks.” You laugh, squeezing his hand.

You keep walking, down towards the point where the bars end and the shops begin. Rodrick walks slowly, swinging his hand with yours. He keeps his head on a swivel, trying to take in all there is to see. Old neon signs, graffiti-covered brick walls, and show fliers absolutely everywhere.

“I think you’re gonna like this place,” you turn to look back at Rodrick, who looks absolutely awestruck.

The bell on the record store door rings, and you're greeted by the familiar woman behind the counter, Jennifer. She’s tall and muscular, with a smoker’s voice, and impeccably curled baby bangs.

Rodrick stops as the door closes behind him. It’s a cozy, dark little room. There are houseplants everywhere, among long boxes of records on high tables. The walls are exposed brick, and light is coming in through two long, skinny windows. An orange cat rests on one of the tables, in a sunbeam. The walls are completely covered in posters, framed records, and old fliers.

“It's you! I have pulls for you,” she looks over thick-rimmed glasses at you, reaching under the counter, then sees your shirt, “what in the hell is that?”

You look down at the bold, white letters on your shirt and laugh.

“Best new band in this town. You really haven't heard of them?” You say, teasingly.

“Diaper…?” she squints, looking at you, bewildered.

“I'm just messing with you, they played their first show last night. This is the drummer, Rodrick,” you gesture to Rodrick. He approaches the counter and sticks out his hand, smiling politely.

Jennifer looks back to your shirt, then at Rodrick.

“Kid, I'll level with you. There are worse names out there.” She barks out a laugh, looking down at her hands, both being used to hold a stack of records.

Rodrick notices, and retracts his hand, laughing nervously.

You kill about an hour in the shop, looking at all the things Jennifer has hidden for you over the week. It was once a very kind thing she did when you were flat broke and new in town, but she kept it up as a tradition, because she said you got it.

Rodrick exhausts each box, looking in amazement at all the different records. 'Dad Rock,' 'Punk Rock,' 'Rockabilly,' 'Psychobilly,' 'Synth Shit for Weirdos.'

The ‘misc.’ box contains a Jane Fonda home workout, a square dancing instructional record, and a full album of canine heartbeats, meant for veterinary students. Rodrick pulls it out and looks at it, reading the cover in confusion.

“See something cool?” You perk up and walk over to him, reading the record.

“Canine Heart Sounds? Is that a band?” You squint. He stays quiet, holding in a laugh.

“‘4-10 acquired murmurs', what the fuck?”

You see the text for ‘Berkeley Medical Veterinary Group’ and let out a cackle, lightly punching Rodrick on the shoulder. He breaks too, putting the record back in the box.

“You totally thought I was all cool and underground for a second.” Rodrick laughs.

You leave the record shop, and you decide to take him to see everything. You try on leather jackets way beyond your means at the biker shop, spiked collars at the goth shop, and hats at the western shop. You point and laugh at each other the whole way, except that some of that leather had looked pretty good on Rodrick… and he might’ve thought the same about you.

By late afternoon, you’re both a little worn out, and you wind up back near where you started, at a tall, yellow building. It’s an ancient pizza joint.

Inside is a massive, wooden staircase, and yellow walls covered in sharpie graffiti. Dumb little messages, from mystery people. From who knows how long ago. It feels like a million little voices yelling at him all at once.

Penelope was here!

Aaron is a cheating douchebag!

George Dubya, suck my dick!

And band names. So many band names.

“Whoa,” Rodrick looks up. It’s even on the ceiling.

You lead him to a large window, with a greyed, wooden frame.

You fish in your purse and find a sharpie, handing it to him.

“When we first started the band, we came here to make it official. I wrote our name, right here, under the window.” You look down, away from him, feeling a little sappy.

Rodrick looks at the smooth, black writing.

The Shrieks

10.15.03

He smiles.

“And, if you’ll notice, there’s an empty space right there next to it…” you say, trying to sound nonchalant.

Rodrick smiles, then crouches down, uncapping the sharpie.

He carefully draws his logo, adding the little horns and tail, with a small safety pin and the date underneath.

He stands up, handing the marker back to you. You look down at your two logos together, then up at your coordinated shirts.

“Yeah. They look great together,” you smile up at him, “now it’s official. Welcome to the scene.”

Rodrick feels a swell in his chest, looking down at your genuine smile. He’s been just a little guarded all day, but… now he gets it. You actually want him around. It’s not a joke. It’s not a trick. You’d wanted his band to be immortalized next to yours on this greasy, strangely beautiful wall.

He catches you off guard, pulling you into a tight hug. You blink once or twice, then wrap your arms around him, smiling against his chest.

“Hey!”

You pull away from each other, and turn to where the voice came from. It’s Ward, in an apron, by the counter.

“I got a job!” He’s grinning.

The two of you walk up to the counter and catch up, refusing to give him any details, no matter how much he wiggles his eyebrows.

~

So we jumped up on the table, and shouted “anarchy!”

And someone played a Beach Boys song on the jukebox

It was “California Dreamin’”

So we started screamin’

“On such a winter’s day!”

~

The two of you sit at your little table, the sun beginning to set outside. You’re laughing at some high school story he’d been telling you- something about how he’d been in love with some girl and ruined her sweet 16.

He pauses, taking a sip out of his glass bottle, beaming.

“God, and she was really into N’Sync, so we spent all this time learning ‘Tearin’ up my Heart’,”

You cackle, slamming your hands on the table, “Oh, god, no!”

“But last minute, I told Ben I wanted to sing, and he could play drums-”

“Can he play drums?”

“Nope!” Rodrick laughs, “And I sang in this high pitched voice- she wanted us in tuxes, but, um, I kinda wasn’t listening when my brother told me that? Also didn’t have the money. But I figured all black was good enough.”

“Did you learn any boy band moves?” You wipe away a stray tear that had escaped your eye.

“I wish. That would’ve been awesome, but, no. We did set off a bunch of pyro, and I jumped off the stage.”

“Pyro?!”

“Ben’s brother is in demolition,” Rodrick laughs, but feels a little pang of anxiety with the words that leave his lips.

You don’t notice his face change, still laughing. Rodrick grins at you, wanting to make the big reveal good.

“This family was loaded, okay? Country club rich. So, the pyro goes off, and it’s chaos. I was, like, dancing around her? And I backed up right into a giant ice sculpture of her head.”

You look at him, in shock, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah, and then she tried to kill me with a mic stand, but ended up knocking over a chocolate fountain, and everyone got absolutely covered in chocolate… and then she hated me forever. Still hates me. That’s the girl from last night, by the way- my ‘girlfriend’?”

“No fucking way,” your eyes go wide. “That’s why you were staring each other down.”

Rodrick gives a satisfied nod, chuckling slightly.

“Well, I guess you learned your lesson: don’t trust the rich. First rule of punk.” You tease.

“Yeah, and if she’d actually liked it, I… I would probably be miserable,” He says, a look of realization on his face. You raise your eyebrows.

“I’d probably be at some fancy event right now wearing, like, a polo or something. Oh, god. I’d probably be working for her dad.” He looks down, eyes wide.

You boo him, giving him a thumbs down.

“I wouldn’t have met you,” He stares at you in surprise.

You smile, leaning towards him, your elbow on the table.

“I’m… so fucking glad all that bullshit back home happened,” He shakes his head, smiling, “Because now I’m here.”

“In a greasy, old pizzeria?” You smirk.

“In a greasy, old pizzeria, with you,”

You laugh, at a loss for words. Something about Rodrick seems to have bloomed today, and you like it. It’s like he finally evened out. You lean closer to him.

“I’m glad I’m here with you too,” You smile.

Your lips almost touch, but the buzzing of your cell phone interrupts you. You groan. It's Mike.

“Hey, what's up?”

“They got us! They fucking got us!”

Rodrick hears Mike screaming through the phone, and feels his heart drop.

“What? Who got us? What are you talking about?” Your heart skips a beat.

“They smashed the window! And wrote all over the walls! It's like Sharon Tate all over again!”

Your jaw drops. He's serious.

“Mike, who?”

You hear the sound of glass crunching down the line, along with Mike's enraged muttering.

“How many people did we kick out last night?” He spits.

You take a second to think.

“A lot. It got crazy.”

“Did we have to put anybody on the list?”

You make eye contact with Rodrick. His eyebrows knit together in worry.

“Yeah, there were a few.”

The List is only to be used in extreme circumstances. Any bar patrons found guilty of irredeemable asshole behavior have their IDs taken, photocopied, and returned as their asses are kicked out the front door. You're not sure how legal it is, but it's very effective.

The guy who had punched Rodrick last night, along with all of his friends, had absolutely made The List.

“I know who it was,” your voice shakes, “I’ll be right over.”

You hang up, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Did he say someone smashed the window?” Rodrick breathes in disbelief.

“Yeah,” you put your head in your hands, “do you know the name of that guy who punched you?”

“Ugh. Bryan Kent.” Rodrick frowns.

“Do you think he'd do something like that?”

“Yeah.” He says, without hesitation.

“Fuck!” You sigh, “At least we have a name.”

Rodrick looks at you, guilty, like he might cry. You feel a pang of sadness.

“No, no, sorry. Shit. Don’t feel bad, it’s not your fault, I’m just pissed off.” You ramble.

The bar is like your baby. Though you’ve only worked there a year, it means a lot to you. Mike had drunkenly promised to leave it to you several times, and you feel a strong protective urge over it.

“I gotta go,” you grimace, “Should I take you home?”

He nods, looking dejected.

There are two cop cars parked outside Rodrick’s apartment building, and you notice him gripping the door handle tightly.

“Wonder what that’s about?” You murmur.

“Could you take me around the back?” Rodrick’s voice shakes.

You look at him, raising an eyebrow, but circle around back anyway.

 He opens your car door and gets out.

“Hey,” you stop him, “that was really fun. I hate that it ended this way, but… we’ll see each other again, okay? I don’t want this to be a one time thing. I… I really like you.”

“Me either.” He nods. His voice is cold, and his eyes are void of all emotion.

You know something is wrong, but you have bigger problems on your hands right now.

“Okay,” you give him a weak smile.

He grimaces, and shuts the door. You watch him walk through a grimy back entrance, and pull off.

“Rodrick, dude,” Ben looks at him with bug eyes when he walks through the door, “the fucking cops were here!”

Rodrick freezes.

“Did they leave?”

“Yeah, but they were looking for you, man.” His voice is hushed and panicked.

Rodrick checks the window, and the cop cars are gone.

“What did they say?”

“Something about your name being associated with a crime scene?”

Rodrick turns to look at him, “What?”

~

So while you sit back and wonder why

I got this fuckin’ thorn in my side

Oh my god, it’s a mirage

I’m tellin’ y’all, it’s sabotage

~

tag list: @crumpets-are-better-with-jam

[dichromaticdyke]

🗣 – What are your own personal HCs for HF!S and HM!T?

Also, what about the other girls? Murderface feels like another butch, almost try hardy, but I also see her as not having a label at all because she's trying to give herself as much as a chance to get laid by a pretty girl. Pickles feels more fem. Not Skwisgaar fem but definitely fem. She's a "Marlboro Reds and Whiskey" kind of gal, probably doesn't know the word shame. And Nathan, I feel like she's undecided, like she found an aesthetic that works for her but she wants to venture out but is too scared of being made fun of, so she's stuck in a comfortable place, but she wants to explore what else is out there.

ohhhhh my gosh so there’s a lot because. i have my own personal dykeklok headcanons, and this lipstick lesbian skwisgaar and hey mamas toki is kind of its own separate thing. i’ll put it all under the cut because there’s a LOT.

so in the hey mamas tokiverse that @god-impeaching-dj and i have been cooking, i’ve actually been imagining skwisgaar and toki as the only lesbians in the group. the rest of the band are men and they don’t know if whatever the fuck skwistok has going on is a lesbian thing or a scandinavian thing. toki calls skwisgaar her princess and skwisgaar calls toki her daddy because OF course they would, head in hands. we’ve narrowed down their aesthetics pretty well, skwis is kind of pastel goth inspired, she wears pink and black nails, she has heart-shaped nipple piercings, everything!! toki is. basketball shorts. grey sweatpants. sports bra. snapback. she still has her mustache though!!! and kandi has been using rhea ripley as a body ref for their art of toki 😍😍. they’re the worst most annoying tiktok lesbian couple of all time, totally cringe.

as for my dykeklok headcanons, they’re COMPLETELY different. i have them all written up somewhere, but i don’t wanna find them lmfao. the long and short of it is that in my dykeklok/dragklok universe (which is the universe i wrote in for dethentine’s wheeeeee), they’re all lesbians but they perform and make public appearances in drag as drag kings. but that’s a secret to the public!!! they do it because misogyny in the metal community RIP. but also then no one will recognize them when they’re just at food libraries or whatever. and i refer to them like this:

Natalie Explosion (transmasc, she/they/he, order of preference)

Pickles the Drummer (transmasc, he/she, no preference)

Wilamina Murderface (transfem, she/her/doesn’t care)

Skwisgaar Skwigelf (transmasc, any/all)

Toki Wartooth (transfem, he/she/they, order of preference)

nat started speaking in a death growl to avoid being clocked for her voice. pickles thought she was a trans man in the snb days but detransitioned just a bit afterwards (still kept the goatee). murderface didn’t figure out she was a trans woman for a while because she didn’t know you could be trans AND gay. skwisgaar is queen of the butch who gets mistaken for a twink by gay guys. toki went on E just to get top surgery. a lot of these are inspired by lesbians i’ve known in some way or another ✨ love the lesbian experience. and yknow it’s definitely hard for me to pin them down as butch or femme. because the butch/femme experience is SO unique and SO important to a lot of people (myself included) but it’s also not the only way to be a lesbian. there’s a reason that in the hey mamas tokiverse, i refer to skwisgaar as a lipstick lesbian and pillow princess instead of high femme. i reblogged a poem about the difference between the a lipstick lesbian and a femme lesbian at some point, it’s in my femme tag (as a butch i don’t feel totally comfortable trying to explain it, i’ll let the femmes speak for themselves 🩷). i do think they could all be different flavors of butch or masc though, even skwisgaar. i’d just really have to think about it and try to nail down my designs (I DON’T DRAW BUT I’M TRYING).

oh i forgot, every version of lesbian skwisgaar has a double venus tattoo on her hip. and her favorite thing to say is “don’ts dies wonderinks”. GOD. 🥰🥰🥰

[haileymunson]

robin buckley’s lookbook / closet

- okay first off, this girl is a lesbian, but more of a masc lesbian. no not the “hey mamas” lesbian I MEAN STYLE WISE

- outerwear - jackets, hoodies, sweaters, cardigans, vests, shackets, flannels, blazers. loves seeing you wear her jackets if it’s cold and will gladly give hers to you. you have a secret stash of hoodies and sweater of hers, and act clueless when she asks where they’ve been

- loves turtlenecks and crewneck sweaters, polos and button ups, maybe a t-shirt here and there of some weird gag gift she begged you to get

- loves wearing sneakers and her entire closet is full of them. converse, nikes, and dr. martens. did i mention she’s gay

- doesn’t have many special occasion shoes or clothes, and i don’t think she owns a dress. she’s more of a pants suit type of girl. (prom with robin hc or fic? IM THINKING MANY THOUGHTS)

- LIVES TO ACCESSORIZE i mean come on. rings on every damn finger, stacked necklaces, a few bracelets, maybe dangle earrings or simple studs? something her hair can cover but jesus christ when she tucks her hair behind her ear and you see all her jewelry GOD YES

- wine red, dark greens, browns, blues, and black nail polish always. will adore you while you’re painting her nails.

- will let you do her makeup but don’t go insane. she loves black and brown eyeliner, blue or purple sheer eyeshadow, very subtle blush, and burgundy lipstick. not super intense makeup but likes something that will compliment her pretty blue eyes and fair skin

- pls buy rings for each other and wear each other’s rings IM BEGGING YOU

- if you’re hyper femme she loves your femme gf / masc gf dynamic

- if your style is similar to hers she’d love to wear your clothes and vice versa

- asks you to cut her hair but please leave it below her ears and above her shoulders. currently contemplating pixie haircut robin……just a thought

[ugh-yoongi]

jeon jungkook ✰ a 90s & early 2000s playlist (2/7)

01. inoj - love you down // 02. usher - u got it bad // 03. five - when the lights go out // 04. eagle eye cherry - save tonight // 05. salt-n-pepa - whatta man // 06. ginuwine - pony // 07. biz markie - just a friend // 08. wheatus - teenage dirtbag // 09. nirvana - heart shaped box // 10. backstreet boys - everybody // 11. vanessa carlton - white houses // 12. *nsync - pop // 13. gin blossoms - hey jealousy // 14. jewel - foolish games // 15. ll cool j - mama said knock you out // 16. destiny's child - say my name // 17. lfo - girl on tv // 18. christina aguilera - dirrty // 19. violent femmes - blister in the sun // 20. fabolous - into you (feat. tamia)

please feel free to reblog & share your own choices! ✌️

[saitama-division]

Chibi Femme Fatale (New Year’s Ver.)

— Sayaka

— Lola

— Kureha

“Didn’t Chuohku just had a party? Why are we back here again?”

“It’s the new year, babygirl! It looks like our gracious hosts wants us to start the new year mingling and making friends, that’s totally not counterintuitive considering we all have to fight each other in some tournament.”

“Ugh, don’t get me started, I feel on edge here in the first place, something just doesn’t feel right…”

“I get it, honestly, I’d rather be anywhere but here but seeing how there are guards placed at all the entrances, I don’t think we’re allowed to leave, at least not for a while.”

“Goddamnit…hey, mom, what do you thi-Mom?”

“Sayaka? You good, babes? You look pale..”

“A-ah, I’m sorry, I’m fine, I swear, just a tad bit nervous, being here brings back a lot of memories…both good and bad.”

“Sheesh, I’m sorry, mama.”

“Do you want us to stay with you? We don’t mind.”

“No, no! You two go have fun! I’ll be okay!”

“Yeah, no, your shaking says otherwise, c’mon, let’s go get some drinks and find a nice corner to stay in.”

Happy New Year! 🎆

[houseofthegeneticcarnivals]

The Villains Unleashed: House of 1,000 Corpses and Their Ideal Pets

Hey there, horror aficionados! Today, we delve into the twisted minds of the main villains from House of 1,000 Corpses and explore their diabolical personalities by imagining their ideal pets. Brace yourselves for a journey into the dark and macabre!

1. Dr. Satan:

Dr. Satan, the epitome of mad science and sadistic curiosity, would undoubtedly desire a pet that matches his sinister nature. Picture a loyal, grotesque creation—a hybrid of various species, stitched together with surgical precision. This abomination would be both his laboratory experiment and his faithful companion, always ready to execute his twisted desires.

2. Captain Spaulding:

The devilishly charming Captain Spaulding has a taste for the eccentric and the unpredictable. His ideal pet would be an intelligent, mischievous monkey—a creature capable of mimicking his sly grin and causing chaos wherever it roams. With their agile nature and knack for mischief, this dynamic duo would make quite the unsettling spectacle.

3. Otis Driftwood:

Otis Driftwood, the embodiment of chaos and violence, would gravitate towards a pet that reflects his unyielding intensity. Picture a sleek and predatory black panther, a creature capable of blending into the shadows and striking with calculated precision. This feline companion would match Otis's predatory instincts and become his silent partner in the darkest of endeavors.

4. Baby Firefly:

Baby Firefly, the seductive and volatile femme fatale, requires a pet that mirrors her unpredictable nature. Imagine a venomous serpent with hypnotic eyes, slithering through her fingertips and entwining around her with a lethal grace. This serpentine companion would embody Baby's allure, leaving a trail of danger and temptation wherever they go.

5. Mama Firefly:

Mama Firefly, the twisted matriarch of the family, would find solace in a loyal and devoted pet that echoes her sadistic inclinations. Visualize a pack of ferocious, bloodthirsty Rottweilers—trained to follow her every command and protect her family at all costs. These formidable canines would be her relentless guardians, fiercely obedient to her every whim.

Remember, these headcanons are purely imaginative and meant to delve into the dark and eccentric world of House of 1,000 Corpses. Real-life pet ownership should always prioritize the well-being and ethical treatment of animals. Enjoy these chilling headcanons and let your imagination run wild!

Stay tuned for more unnerving insights and twisted tales from House of the Genetic Carnivals.

[ofgreyskies]

hey, y'all. i'm beth (she/her, 25, est/edt) but i might be changing my alias because i lowkey just don't vibe with beth anymore lmao so stay tuned! and i am ten thousand and a half years late as usual! this is ash kwon or grey. you can call him either. friends tend to call him ash but he came up with grey and thinks it's sexy or something so idk 🙄

take a peak below the cut for (a lot, sorry) more info on this guy and give this a like or send me a message if you would like to plot with him ♥

past

okay so he was born in san francisco and considers it his hometown but did a fair bit of traveling with his mom for her job growing up. full list of places pending but probably includes like tokyo, london, seoul, queenstown nz, among others. he flitted between fancy private schools in san francisco and some other places and homeschooling during a few brief periods depending on where he was (and you can tell!). was super into music and dance as a kid.

he moved to los angeles shortly before high school and attended a performing arts high school (you can tell!)

he always knew he wanted to pursue music, but he really went all-in during high school. he uploaded covers and original songs on youtube and soundcloud, spent his fridays at open mics, etc. in his senior year of high school, he connected with a songwriting/music production group based and he signed with them shortly after turning eighteen. he worked with their la headquarters initially.

anyway, he worked as a songwriter and producer throughout 2015 and 2016, with credits on several major korean and u.s. artists (including eternal's "chained up" and "hot enough")

he also debuted as a solo artist with "put my hands on you", which was technically his american debut. it went pretty under the radar, as did his second us single "love".

near the back half of 2015, he started spending more time in seoul as he worked on song for a korean debut. his first ep and korean debut was released in 2016. it was more popular than his american debut, if still not... you know, a top selling album of the year or anything. enough people listened to land him a couple of brand deals at least!

he ended up moving to seoul around the time the ep came out. his move to seoul was supposed to be short-term at first, but he's still here seven years later so...

he released an additional single album as a solo artist before parting ways amicably with the company in 2017

exact timelines can be discussed with the other deep blue members but i imagine ash started working with deep blue around february (?) that year, only a couple of months before he left his company

anyway he fell in love with deep blue and was all-in when the opportunity for them to sign to culture creative arose. (in my headcanon, although again this can be discussed with other deep blue members) despite being the last member to join, culture creative nudged him toward an official leader role because he had a couple of years under his belt working in the industry in a professional capacity already

he participates a fair amount in songwriting and producing for the band (and very heavily in his solo music). he also continues to write for other artists, including angelic, true north, mirrorworld, and future/femme

2019 was a big year for him! he went on superband, where the cover he participated in of ilysb went viral. it earned him quite a few fans but also began a narrative that he wasn't fully invested in deep blue because people were like, dude, you already have a band why are you competing to be in another one?

he wasn't in the winning team / band so it didn't matter anyway lmao

he released some music on soundcloud during deep blue's early years, but his first official solo single since being a part of deep blue came out in 2021, "instagram". this is his most known song as a solo artist and even helped get him a mama award for composer of the year.

present

these days, he's still the main vocalist / guitarist / leader of deep blue. loves deep blue to death no matter what anyone says

(some people question his loyalty since he debuted as a solo artist first and eventually did get back into releasing solo music — he refutes any such accusations by saying some music works better with the band and some music works better solo — and also because of his stint on superband)

things have been a little slower for deep blue release-wise the past couple of years so he has been working more as a soloist again, particularly venturing back into the us market with all-english tracks. he'd love for deep blue to drop another project again soon though!

he also does some mv directing. has been into filmmaking and photography for years, but first participated in mv direction for his first ep. his first directing work outside of his own music was in 2020 on true north's can you see me

ummm technically he lives in seoul and in los angeles because he got a place in los angeles while working on miito, but for roleplay purposes, he'll mostly be in seoul

while his fame and fandom stats are above average, his reputation is below average. dude is honestly just a little too defiant and messy. he's got a messy personal life, he gets bitchy with fans that cross his boundaries, he's gotten on stage drunk a few times, may or may not have almost gotten caught smoking weed... it's not great optics and culture creative doesn't do all that much to rein it in as long as he doesn't do anything actually career-ending

personality

a little emo boy. too emotional for his own good.

also too reckless for his own good and convinces himself it's just independence and it's a good thing!

one of his toxic traits is claiming to hate fame but craving the validation of an audience to kind of absurd levels

can be very flighty and hard to reach, but is incredibly loyal to those he values most

falls in love every two business days, writes a few songs about them, breaks his own heart, writes more songs about that

says he hates conflict but will start an argument just to feel something sometimes

lives in his head and not in a fun lil manic pixie dream boy way but a slightly self-obsessed anxiety spiral kinda way

you thinks he's so cool and different and then the law pulls up and he won't get in the car and you're like oh god damn not another rockstar 🙄

plot ideas

roommate / former roommate ? he's the kind of guy who needs his alone time and would rather live on his own, but he might have had roommates in his early days in seoul (2015-2016ish) or even now because one or both of them is in between places. could've been roommates with a deep blue member at any point in his timeline too tbh

musical collaborators. fellow songwriters and/or producers he works with sometimes. singers whose voices he'll use on demos when his won't really work (so mostly female vocalists or guys with really unique voices).

muses he's worked on music for or featured on their music or directed an mv of (or will in the future)! directing an mv is the most limited here just because he has a specific style but i'd love to try to work something out for anyone

it'd also be cool for him to branch more into photography and maybe shoot a photoshoot for someone? again, he has a certain style, but i'd love to try to work something out

here's a list of ways muses can be involved in his career items if anyone is interested !!!

people whose work he's a fan of! this is easiest with singers who do r&b or more indie rock type stuff or directors tbh, but actors who have been in kind of grungy / existential / artsy stuff are also an option lmao

alternatively people who are fans of his work ? could also be a never meet your heros, met him and it soured their opinion of him type thing

older people who sort of mentor and guide him because they see he sort of needs it lmaaoo. if they're too obvious with their guiding it would lowkey annoy him tho

younger people he's a bit of an older brother figure toward! people he sees as having similarities to him or who he feels need a shoulder to lean on (even if he's not the most reliable in that department)

people he hates. maybe he thinks they're too much of a goody two shoes / too fake or they disliked him first or they had a bad encounter where their personalities clashed

people he knows from his earliest days in seoul (2015) when he was just songwriting and hadn't become a celebrity of his own yet. maybe they were already famous, maybe not, but either 1) they're still friends to this day which feels like something of a miracle or 2) they had a falling out at some point

people he knows from his childhood or adolescence? people from san francisco / the bay area or los angeles are easiest for this, but he did spend short times in other places with his mom like tokyo, london, new zealand, so they could have met there as well

exes / former flings. he loves love but is honestly just a lot to handle after the honeymoon phase so he's had a lot of failed relationships / flings. they can be friends now or still hold resentment or still have feelings for each other. endless possibilities tbh [can be any gender]

hear me out... a deep blue member he hooked up with because he's messy

a really serious ex. they were very committed. might have lived together or even been engaged but the end of the relationship was super hard on ash [can be any gender]

current flings / fwb. similar to above. again endless possibilities that probably depend on the muse [can be any gender]