#it’s basically they speed up the song and only put the background music

[kitkatopinions]

Criticisms and Praise of the RWBY Volume 9 intro

RWDE ahead, only read if you're alright with criticisms including nitpicks. (I have not seen the full ep and have only seen the intro, and all of my expressing fears I have for this season isn't saying it'll definitely be that, it's just expressing fears.)

Also RWBY volume 9-ish spoilers (it's just for the opening intro and song and stuff so it's not much of a spoiler but like better safe than sorry.)

The little opening melody doesn't fit very well with the rock theme later. I'm sure it sounds better in the full version, but with just what I've heard in the opening sequence, it feels disconnected from the rest of the song. I'm sure that's part of the point since there's a whole 'Team RWBY and Jauney boy are now disconnected from reality,' but... I just didn't like it.

2. On that note, I also didn't happen to like the song much. It's better than some of our themes have been and not as 'samey' as a lot of the higher speed RWBY music can be. OK Goodnight (I think that's what Casey Lee Williams' band is called) taking over the music I think is a good thing and I'm thinking we'll get some good songs, but this one - while it had good to it - didn't feel like anything particularly special.

3. The visuals of Weiss, Blake, and Yang being pictured together and Ruby being pictured on her own is good and clearly gets across that Ruby is likely to experience some isolation this volume.

But this?

Is not giving me high hopes. I want Jaune in support and I want him to not be an antagonist and I honestly don't want him and Neo to interact at all, ever. Hopefully they're just putting them here together because they didn't have time to do flashes of both of them alone, but also it's really not inspiring when you consider what Ruby being separated from her team says, because it's clearly imo meant to display to you that she's going to be on her own... So is Jaune being paired up with Neo here telling us to expect these two to join up?

4. They need to stop showing us the original outfits and then the Mistral arc looks and then these stupid new Atlas outfits that I hate (except for Ruby's.) They've done it for the past two volumes, it's no longer special and it just serves to remind me of how ugly the outfits are (again, except for Ruby's.)

5. Also omg guys but their faces in those scenes, let me see if I can get close ups.

So Weiss has a very basic character-less smile, okay, whatever. Blake is giving a smirky smirk, which doesn't feel very in character for Blake... Either version of how they've written for her. Yang is beaming away, just looking so psyched to be here somehow. And then the Ruby I have a pic of here is the original V1-3 Ruby, who looks like... No face that has ever been made by any person.

6. Also also, Blake's color isn't purple. I'm gonna say it a million times. Weiss's background looks vaguely blue, but then it settles on white when her emblem lights up. Yang's background is yellow and stays yellow. Blake's background looks black until it settles on purple! Like, I know that they've reinvented Blake to the point where she's pretty much a different person and therefore they might think she needs a different color than True Blake had, but by heavens, it makes me persnickety.

7. The themes for that particular sequence seem to be either 'Blake, Weiss, and Yang know who they are and are confident, but Ruby does not know and is not confident' or 'Blake, Weiss, and Yang are the best that they can be they are the best versions of themselves, but Ruby is not the best that she can be and is not the best version of herself.' I'm hoping it's the second one that might result in some good growth for Ruby, but at the same time, both things... Feel a little bit frustrating, because Blake, Weiss, and Yang should also be going through things and still in need of growth and stuff. I do think that Ruby's growth should be treated as particularly important since she's the main protag, but this isn't inspiring me to think that the others are gonna get any real growth themselves.

8. I hate all these mice. Including Litte. I could not be less enthusiastic about having to see them and deal with them. Same goes for the Racoon. And same goes for the cat. It might go well, but I doubt it, and even if the animals are as well done as they can be I still don't like that they're here.

9. I feel like just from the look of him, I could like this weird little... King Olly the Origami King do over with his bright red eyes. But I could also hate him, depending on how he's played. But it could go either way.

10. So I'm told that there are actual 'shadow people' in the fairy tale wonderland world, which is just... Peachy keen aces perfect. /s It's giving 'Shadow's House'

But, RWBY has never (in my knowledge) claimed to be full of original ideas, and the visual is cool. Also it's clear that the new girl (who I've seen referred to as Alice and Alex so idk what to call her) is really important due to how much she's featured in the intro, I've got theories, but I'm gonna talk about those later. The visual is nice. And while they're really hammering home Ruby's isolation and exhaustion and the breakdown they want us to think she has (not sure yet if there's gonna be convincing follow through there) arguably too much, I also like the image of her slowly starting to get left behind. I really hope this season gives me conflict eight ways to Sunday!

11. This is the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

I want it to be away from me. Also, how obvious can they get? Isn't RWBY supposed to be transformative? Why this season do they think 'let's just slap this Wonderland thing in our plot and make the design slightly different and it'll literally smoke the exact same thing and blow the smoke at everyone?' Who came up with this weirdo? I mean, besides the creators of these two:

It just doesn't feel creative or transformative, is my point. Maybe he has a role that makes him distinctive, but visually, this is lazy imo.

12. This expression is the stuff of my nightmares

I'm pretty sure that's the point, so... Good job there.

13. In contrast, Neo could not be hotter than she is right now... Except maybe if they fixed her hair back to the old way it was.

14. I like the style of this

It's pretty, and also a clear reference imo to 'the girl who fell through the world.' Also it's worth noting that Ruby is once again on her own. (please please please don't let this mean the development for the other girls is going to be minimal...)

15. This design is simple, but effective and I like it.

16. I think these backgrounds can look very PS2 game graphics-ish in a bad way.

(I want it to be clear that I don't blame the animators who were likely overworked, underpaid, and/or fired.)

Anyway, those are my criticisms and stuff of the opening intro.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Elvis MOVIE CANON character 1 of 3

Basic Information

Name: Aricka Marie Roberts

DOB: April 31st 1935

Nicknames: Sissy, Rickie, blondie, angel, angel-eyes, darlin’, honey, beautiful, my girl, lil girl, babydoll

Birth place: an apartment in the Lauderdale courts in Memphis, Tennessee.

Physical Appearance

Eye color: hazel-blue mix

Hair color: blonde but later on she dyes it to a darker brown

Hair length: middle of her back length until 1960, when she got a pixie cut

Height: 5’5”

Weight: 150 lbs

Build: curvy

Notable features: bit of a boyish frame, very freckle-faced, wears glasses until the late 1950s when she got contacts for the first time, rosy cheeked, bright eyed, always has a hint of mischief in her smile.

Jewelry/accessories: not much of a accessory wearer until her and Elvis start dating, then she wears an EP necklace everywhere and one of his rings.

Dominant hand: left hand

Is she healthy: as healthy as the average person

Any allergies: seasonal allergies, pollen, pumpkin, certain laundry detergent gives her hives

Preferred hairstyle: until she gets it cut she always wore it curled and secured in a high ponytail.

Preferred style: she keeps with the trends as much as she’s able; and once she’s dating Elvis, he stops at nothing to make sure she’s got all the pretty clothes she ever wants.

Mannerisms

Speech style: conversational, she stutters a little when she’s excited, tends to repeat herself once in a while, tends to mumble when she’s nervous, talks loud and fast when she’s excited, gestures with her hands often, can be a tad dramatic, sometimes sing-songs words when she’s happy.

Quirks: if she snaps her fingers once, she does it at least two times for each hand, tends to look away/shy away from eye contact unless she trusts the person speaking to her, snorts if she’s laughing really hard, loves to snack during the day, if she cares about someone she provides their favorite snacks, shakes her leg/ankle when sitting for too long, constantly rolls her sleeves up or down depending on her body temperature, goes from walking slow to speed walking within a blink, shifts her weight constantly during conversations, absolutely cannot sit or stand still, craves physical touch like hand holding or leaning against someone.

Positive traits: she’s kind, considerate, loyal, empathetic, intelligent, thoughtful, resilient, optimistic, warm, friendly, honest, trustworthy, courageous, logical, wholesome, attentive, realistic, adventurous, curious, a bookworm, charming, polite, talented, forgiving, respectful, courteous, imaginative, easygoing, romantic

Negative traits: antisocial at times due to being an introvert, can be a bit childish at times, is somewhat disorganized, extremely impatient, insecure, stubborn, temperamental, vindictive only when it comes to her family and Elvis.

Background

Hometown: Memphis Tennessee

Social class: middle/working class family

Education: high school, but later on goes to study musical education

First memory; performing “this little light of mine,” at her church when she was 9.

Worst memory; when Elvis collapsed in the hallway before Aricka put her foot down and demanded he receive proper medical attention instead of being forced to do the show that night.

Best memory: swimming in the creek behind her house with her two best friends- Ram ( @letsgofoletsgo) and Elvis when she was 14. She fell off the rope swing and Elvis caught her. That was also when she fell head over heels for him.

Most important childhood event; meeting a 13 year old Elvis when her family went to meet him and his parents when they moved to her town.

Role Models: Greta Garbo, Katharine Hepburn, Judy Garland, Shirley Temple, Wonder Woman

Where does she live: she’s lived at Graceland with Elvis since she was 24.

Where does character want to live: somewhere warm and sunny all the time.

Family/friends

Mom and dad: Jennifer and Brian Roberts

Older twin brother: Sean Roberts

Younger sister: Charlotte Roberts

Best friend: Ramsey ( @letsgofoletsgo-!!)

Future love interest: Austin Butler!Elvis Presley

Future fankid: Desiree Jane Presley

Austin Roland Presley

Tags: Aricka x Elvis, light my morning sky with love; Aricka’s Elvis canon

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[kianbe]

[  🌱  ]   𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶, 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶, 𝑯𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶 !!  i’ve been hoping for this moment for so long now and it’s finally happening !! it’s just me, 𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒆 ( h / h, 21+ ), the typist behind sr media trainee yeom sarang, as well as local menace cho jindallae, and i’m here to introduce you all to a beloved muse of mine that i’ve missed writing so much !! so, without further delay, here’s 𝑲𝑰𝑴 𝑲𝑰𝑨𝑵 [ h / h, b. 2004 ] and i hope you all grow to love him as much as i do. he was born to a family of musicians here in seoul, and his entire life has revolved around music. dad owns and operates a music shop that also offers instrument repairs, his mother is a music teacher, and his three older siblings are all involved in the industry somehow !! there are more details about him on his statistics page, which can be found right 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, and there’s some more info below the cut, as well. for plots, 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 and i’ll im you !! 🥰

[  🌱  ]   𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑱𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀.

01.   kian was born and raised in seoul, south korea, specifically the mapo district, and honestly? he’s had a relatively “normal” upbringing. his mom and dad have always been extremely supportive, loving, and incredible to him and his siblings. they were the black sheep of their families, and they never wanted their kids to feel the same judgment they felt from their parents, and that heavily influenced their parenting style. it did him so, so well to have them as a foundation to grow from, and there’s not a whole lot of pitfalls or tragedies to note in his background because of it. he’s just a cute kid in a huge city that partook in his family’s shared love of music, and lived a simple childhood.

02.   as a kid, he was the singer of his family band. they would play every weekend at the shop, and over time, his parents helped craft him into a talented vocalist—one inspired by all types of music, all types of voices, and who really listened to everything he could. not only that, but he took to the guitar and the piano, but dabbles in other instruments here and there. for being so young, his knowledge of music and its theory is vast, and huge, and wide, thanks to his parents. he often prioritized music and band rehearsals over school, and was a bad student, but he never planned on doing anything with academics anyway and his family never put pressure on him to do so, to be honest.

03.   nowadays, he’s boppin’ around mapo ( and the city at large ); trying his best to get into an entertainment company, but until then, he’s working at his family’s shop, writing a ton of music, performing at open mic nights, following stray cats around, skateboarding, and living the dream, really. his life is so simple, and he’s taking it so easily, and he’s a beam of light in all of his friends’ / loved ones’ lives. if you ever need someone to help put a smile on your face, kian is definitely the person to go to. he’s so sunny and happy-go-lucky, and there’s more on his personality below if you’re interested in reading.

[  🌱  ]   𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵.

01.   for those who are like me and very into astrology, kian’s a triple pisces ( sun, moon, and rising ), so i ask that you all please pray for him since now. 🤣 he spends most all of his time within the caverns of his mind, and has a very hard time escaping the makeshift world he’s created; one that’s far more idealistic than the one that’s around him. whenever the harsh realities of life creep up on him, he’s known to retreat from them; to hide from things that harsh his mellow or down his vibe. he often chooses to do this by holing himself up in a room and just writing / composing for hours upon hours upon hours; coming up with song after song at a speed that seems almost insane, but when he really gives himself into his feelings, and into his music, there’s almost no stopping him when he’s on a roll. he often avoids basically everything else when in these states, too; tunnel vision to the extreme. it’s caused his parents concern a few times before.

02.   he’s been described recently as a “skate park peter pan” and it’s pretty accurate, to be honest. there’s something very childlike about him, and that’s both good and bad. it’s good in that his worldview is rather wholesome and sweet, and he sees so much good in people, and has a hard time seeing the negative sides of life, or recognizing when people aren’t so good. that’s where it becomes fairly bad. he’s very gullible, very easy to lead astray, and he has to be really careful with who he surrounds himself with because things could go south very fast. he’s naturally rather submissive in personality, he follows instead of leads, so it’s imperative that he makes friends with those who won’t take advantage of this quality about him. another reason his childlike demeanor is “bad” is because he SUCKS when it comes to normal adult responsibilities, and likely will always be bad at the “practical” sides of life.

03.   his heightened sensitivity, as well as his habit of self-sacrificing, make him a great support system for people. i kind of like to think of him as a cat who notices their owner is upset, so they go cuddle up on their lap, or their chest, or wherever cats lay and soak up all their problems. this, though, can sometimes become overwhelming to / for him because he’s known to take on way too many problems that are not his own. many people find comfort in talking to him, or hanging out with him, and he loves that he can make people smile, but he needs to take it easy on that sometimes to recover or he’ll suffer burnout.

04.   trouble seems to follow him wherever he goes. i wouldn’t necessarily call it bad luck, but it’s more that he’s so flighty and kinda careless, and very trusting, so he ends up in these cartoonishly hilarious situations rather often. since he was a kid, he’d blame the trouble he’d cause on imaginary fairies that were following him around, and even now as an adult, he blames them. mostly for fun nowadays, but you know. if he can get away with it, he 100% will.

05.   as mentioned in his profile, he collects really useless fun facts all of the time. he’ll tell them to you whether you want to hear them or not. that, and he’s also highly intrigued with metaphysics. he buys more into that than most other things, and he wants to get into tarot cards, fortune telling, and palmistry, but he’s yet to put his energy fully there yet. he’s so, so focused on music, and making it a career, that it’s totally taken him over for the time being.

[theghostpinesmusic]

Goose put on a hell of a show for the two-night stand at Hampton Coliseum that was this year's Goosemas. I'll admit, though, that I struggled a bit to appreciate the second, third, and fourth sets as much as they probably deserved because the first set was, in my opinion, basically perfect. I had a similar "problem" with this year's US fall tour: I saw six (!) shows in a row in person, but my first show was Montana, which is a serious contender for the best show of the year. I thought four of the next five shows were also great (Spokane didn't click with me, but I loved the venue and having a show in my adopted PNW "hometown"), but nothing entirely stacked up to the first night, and it took awhile to adjust my expectations.

So, yes, while Goosemas was great overall, it was a weird run to watch from the couch because it felt like it peaked at the start. That said, what a peak! This mirror-themed set is five songs: a theme-appropriate, well-played "Earthling Or Alien?"; a "mirror" mashup of both arrangements of "All I Need?" with an amazing bliss jam, the "mirrored" "Tumble" I covered in my last post, a great cover of Michael Jackson's "Man In The Mirror"...and a twenty-plus-minute-long jam of Justin Timberlake's "Mirrors."

Yeah, you read that right.

Unlike most of my Goose jam posts, I'm not going to start by introducing the song here: it's a JT song, it's a billion times popular than any Goose song you probably know it already, and I don't know much about JT's music that a cursory Google search couldn't also tell you anyway. So let's just jump into it.

Before we get to the jam proper, the first thing I love about this cover is that the band (in my opinion) absolutely nails the song itself. I mean, I'm sure anyone who is totally in love with JT's music and has never heard of Goose is going to find it lacking, but within their own particular sound, I think the band does a great job with it.

Watching live, it took me until the second chorus to realize where I'd heard the song before, then I started laughing like a maniac. I love that busting out a bunch of (mostly) surprising covers like this one is what the band chose to do for their biggest two shows of the year/their careers so far.

Then, after Rick's anthemic outro solo that starts at 4:45, the band moves into a synth-y jam space at 5:55. Watching live, I started laughing even harder: like, they're not only going to cover JT, they're going to jam out the song?!

Yes. Yes, they are.

The initial space here is slow, deliberate, and a little murky due to the background synth. Peter moves pretty quickly over to the Vibe, which makes things a bit more melodic, and Rick adds some growl to his tone in response. The interplay here between them and Trevor is fantastic, if sparse. Rick is playing more notes here, but the super-heavy reverb'd tone from Peter really dominates the feel of the jamming.

Pete lays back a bit starting at 10:15 and Rick takes a bit more of an assertive role. The Sinister Factor gets dialed up a bit more. One neat detail of this section is the riff that Rick starts playing repeatedly at 11:20, which you can hear Trevor pick up at 11:45 when Rick moves on to the next idea.

As usual, maybe my dumb ears deceive me, but I hear a key change (or at least a scale change from Rick) at 12:16. This moves us out of sinister territory (mostly), and causes Peter to throw out a few siren sounds. I feel like you know we're officially way out there when Peter starts breaking out the siren.

At 13:45, Rick mixes things up again, and Ben follows along with him. This is a neat move that speeds things up and really brings the percussion forward in the jam for the first time. Peter also switches over to what I think of as his xylophone patch, which always makes my day. Synth loops and xylophone patches? Yes, please. There's something particularly fun and unique about the juxtaposition of Pete's "xylophone" and Rick's grungy, bluesy tone here.

It sounds like Rick teases something briefly at 16:37, but I can't tell what. It might just sound a little like "What's the Use?" to me. Shortly after this maybe-tease, the band goes full speed ahead and Rick goes nuts for a bit as Peter switches to organ washes. We crash into a really peaky section starting at 18:28.

Normally, this would be the culmination of a big jam like this one, but instead the band takes off into another space after the peaks, slowing things down again at 19:50. Pete lays down some bluesy piano that Rick chops away under. Though the spotlight is visually on Peter here, I feel like this is actually the most locked-in the whole band is during the jam. I love what Trevor is playing, and the (relatively) minimal drums add to the jam rather than subtracting to it.

My only complaint about this entire performance is that the last minute of the jam (with Peter's bass piano riff and the tempo slowdown) is so badass that I'm sad they only stuck with it for a minute. The quick ending is neat, though.

And that's the story of how Goose jammed a Justin Timberlake song!

[slattery24]

My Musical Theme

My theme with these songs is "bugs." All the songs I've listed have "bug" written into their titles; most use it as a metaphor somewhere within their lyrics. I chose this to be my theme simply because I thought it would be a fun topic, and I believe there are many ways bugs can symbolize other things in writing.

I think "Bug Like an Angel," by Mitski, does this very uniquely. The dynamics of this song are very soft and gentle, excluding the chorus when Mitski's voice grows louder and takes more emphasis, regaining the listeners' attention. The song itself in terms of lyrics, has many religious themes as well as a central theme of addiction. The importance of mentioning any sort of bug is solely to emphasize this. The song opens immediately with "There's a bug like an angel stuck to the bottom/Of my glass." The "bug" that looks "like an angel" can be interpreted as the temptation of the devil.

The second song on my playlist takes quite a different approach and uses bugs to symbolize the people who are like pests in a person's life. Like someone who is rude and won't leave you be. This song has really nice consonance and is "Bug a Boo" by Destiny's Child.

"Stink Bug" by Beastie Boys is the third song on my list and is entirely instrumental. The tempo stays the same throughout basically the entire piece and has a lot of harmony among all the instruments and sounds you can hear being played. The sounds really make it interesting, especially towards the end, where you can hear almost a spring-like sound growing louder in the background before the song finishes.

The next song I have is "The Bug Collector" by Haley Heynderickx. This song is about Heynderickx's dedication to her partner, who, as is implied in the song, has visual hallucinations possibly caused by past religious trauma. A few different types of bugs are used as symbols in this song, such as a centipede, millipede, and most notably, a praying mantis, who Heynderickx's partner swears is a priest. It's likely this creature was also explicitly chosen for its symbolism that often ties back to religion and prayer, in some cultures even being viewed as a reincarnation or symbol of God. Throughout the song, however, Heynderickx's unconditional love is expressed through lyrics such as "I must make you the perfect evening/I try my best/To put the priest inside a jam jar," showing her intended continuous support and love for her partner through challenging moments as well as the good.

Fifth is the song "Bugs" by Pearl Jam. The background music for this song is very unique while being repetitive throughout the entirety, with the most notable sound being from an accordion that only changes its tempo at the very end when it slows down and then speeds back up again as the singer sings the last lines. It's a song that can be interpreted in many different ways. The lyrics describe how the singer feels almost like the bugs are consuming him and every aspect of his life. The singer, Eddie Vedder, even explained the inspiration behind his song came from a moment when he had bugs crawling all over him, and he realized how little-in the grand scheme of things and the universe-significance he had.

Last but not least is the song "Boys Will Be Bugs" by Cavetown. This song talks a lot about the mental health of teenagers, toxic masculinity, and the differences between how society expects boys and girls to act and react to things. Bugs are brought into the lyrics as Cavetown's confidence to his problems as he sings, "[a]nd if you wanna cry/Make sure that they/never see it/Or even better yet/Block it out and never feel it," implying that he doesn't feel he can talk or share emotions to the family or friends within his life.

[gertlushgaming]

Paradise Killer Review (Nintendo Switch OLED)

For this Paradise Killer Review, where we play a game set in Paradise Island, a world outside reality. There’s been a murder that only "investigation freak" Lady Love Dies can solve. Gather evidence and interrogate suspects in this open-world adventure. You can accuse anyone, but you’ll have to prove your case in trial. It’s up to you to decide who’s guilty.

Paradise Killer Review Pros:

- Beautiful pixel art graphics style. - 3.7GB download size. - 3 save slots. - First-person detective gameplay. - Controller settings - Invert axis and sensitivity sliders, deadzone sliders, sticky aim, and camera smoothing slider. - Display settings - HUD overlay, a field of view slider, and motion blur. - Game settings - language, rumble, mature content, highlight names and set how evidence assignments work. - Motion sickness help. - Accessibility settings - sprint mode, AR mode, mediation mode, falling whilst crouched, screenshake, rotating backgrounds, flickering lights, auto walk, auto walk speed, dialogue font, typing sounds, color correction, color correction scale slider, day/night cycle, and night brightness. - Brilliant soundtrack. - Excellent voice work. - The presentation is inviting, and engaging. - Multiple choice questions and encounters. - Many collectible relics are to be found. - The world is just so much fun to explore, big bright, and gorgeous to look at. - Bright punchy menu system from the Interactive pop-ups to the text and rolling list of dialogue. - Tutorial pop-ups as you play. - Starlight is your laptop/Ai helper that runs all your cases, inventory management, timeliness, and maps. - You can customize your Starlight interface with collectible skins and music tracks. - Nightmare is the older more dangerous version of Starlight, you hack the terminals by deciphering the code as long as you have the software plugin to see the symbols to decipher. - Blood crystals are the currency in the game. - Such high presentation values. - Play how you want. - Open world. - You get told what part of the island you are in when you enter it. - Telephone boxes act as fast travel points. - Investigation notes are broken down and color-coded so you can easily and quickly access information. - AR brings up an augmented reality overlay showing suspects/markers/objectives etc direction and distance. - Change the song playing with the d-pad. - Handy respawn button if you get stuck. - Interact with people by interrogating them for answers/clues, and hang out with them to build relationship levels. - Use Blood crystals to buy items and unlock fast travel points. - The world is 3D but all the characters are 2D sprites. - Shinji is a weird ass dude that annoys and helps you in equal measures and is usually found in places you least expect. - Crime scene photos and locations can be interacted with, and information learned. - Anything you learn or find will automatically get put into Starlight which sorts it. - Save points are everywhere. - No fall damage. - Foot baths are expensive to use but they grant you new abilities. - Everyone will have a different experience. - Such a well-designed world, with so many secrets to find and areas to explore. - Aside from the main murder mystery story, you can pick up optional side investigations. - A lot of platforming and parkour. - It can and will rain. - Upgrade Starlight using blood crystals and seeing the right person. Paradise Killer Review Cons: - Cannot rebind controls. - No touchscreen support. - Slow starter. - The tutorial prompts are very basic. - A lot to take in. - Slight performance hits at times. - Doesn't look as crisp as the PC version. - Pop up and pop in happen a lot. - Can be hard to see items in the distance. - Learning what and who are viable targets to navigate to on the AR is a mission in itself. - The pop-up you have to click every time you pick up a blood crystal is annoying. - You are not told/warned or given any notice that water no matter how shallow usually kills you quickly. - The respawning is fine but it's hard to know where it will respawn you half the time. - The tone used when saying about Blood crystals makes it sound like they are rare or hard to come by but that's not the case. - Characters can have a canned voice response and it gets very repetitive. - You cannot interact with the map or place your own markers which is really annoying when doing side investigations. - Early game platforming is less than ideal. - A lot of reading and pressing the same button over and over. Related Post: Cyber Neon Bundle Review (Nintendo Switch OLED) Paradise Killer: Official website. Developer: KAIZEN GAME WORKS Publisher: KAIZEN GAME WORKS Store Links - Nintendo Read the full article

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[vegasporschetruther]

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[august4k]

Doing what I can

summary- jinx is madly in love with you

word count- 2.4k

pairs- jinx x f!reader

cw- nothing i think?

note- i gained a jinx obsession so she will be my first post ❤️ my little skrunkly but anyways i legit started this today and finished it LMFAO. it’s inspired by songs rlly anddd it’s not proofread so sorry ab misspells ��

It was dark in Jinx’s hangout, as she watched you go over her notes to make sure her work was correct on her tinkering with the book she had found for the work of the hextech device she “borrowed”. The music in the background was more of a hum at this point to the blue haired girl, as it seemed to cancel out the longer she stared at you. You added a few notes to things she had written, little things to possibly fix, but she didn’t bother to ask why or ask you to explain to her what was wrong with what she previously wrote. Because now you were twirling the little hair left that was unmanageable to fit in her braid between your fingers while you read her work and it felt like non-existent people were watching her to see if she’d make a move on you or mess something up.

Her slender fingers twitched as she wanted to move them to touch you somehow, but she had no clue on where to put her hands. On yours? Your shoulder? Your lower back or waist? What was the right spot? “Other than the two things I corrected, you basically got it spot on my engineer!” you smiled bashfully, which made Jinx melt. When she realized she hadn’t replied yet she grinned and slid the book back towards her. “Thanks beautiful, I just wanted you to double check.” Jinx said in her softest tone. She was trying her best to be kinder just for you, didn’t want to be overly pushy or go on missions without you.

Though she didn’t even attempt to put the same effort around others such as Silco or Selvika, -though everyone knows Jinx will do absolutely anything to mess with Sevika.- because she doesn’t need everyone else to see her trying to be the best she could be but that she in fact couldn’t stand to be somewhere you didn’t notice her.  You gave her another breath-taking smile and leaned down, placing a peck to her cheek as she froze. “Anytime.” you had said before standing up to make your exit. “I'm heading down to the Last Drop! You should join me if you’d like.” was the last thing you said to the girl before exiting her hangout.

Jinx let out a breath she was holding, slapping her hand on her chest before letting what events had just happened settle in her brain. She rushed up, speed-walking to go meet you down at the bar as she didn’t want to waste a second being near you -as to her, every second counts when it comes to you-. Once she made it downstairs and happily sat in the spot next to you, she gave you a large grin. You gave her the gentlest smile you could muster and right then and there, she had felt like you two were the only ones in the bar. The bartender dropped a glass of the drink you normally order right in front of you, then went to grab Jinx’s personal cup. You and Jinx kept going back and forth, chatting about absolutely anything that came to mind.

Meanwhile, Jinx went on and on to describe what she found incredibly endearing and interesting in what someone's habits can be when it comes to going through an average day or even when it comes to a certain hobby. And it was all about you. All of those things that she named off the tip of her tongue naturally were things she had picked up from you. To the sleepovers where she saw your average morning routine, what it was like when you get ready for your day, to going to bed and seeing how stunning you were while sleeping. Even if you saw it as imperfect, and saw many other things much more gorgeous and graceful, she loved that even you didn’t have to be perfect. She adored the small things that could portray you as you -last time the two of you had a sleepover, she could hardly look at you when you would get ready for bed or your day together because she thought her heart would stop if she admired you too much.-.

You were in awe as you listened to Jinx ramble, and then went on talking about how much you agreed that certain people had habits you could adore so much. Could you not figure her out? How were you the only one who couldn’t tell she was crazily in love with you? And as much as Jinx just wanted to hurry and make you hers, make you learn she loved all your imperfections and show you how she didn’t want to share any of you. She didn’t want you to find someone else to have sleepovers with, long talks at the Last Drop, or check someone else’s work because you were one of the most intelligent person someone could know, or spill all of the most random facts about you, or the secrets you didn’t tell anyone else because they didn’t have a bond close enough as yours and Jinx’s.

Week later from now, every second of the minute, minute of the hour, hour of the day. God even the days by the week, all Jinx could think of was you. She was even out on a mission with you and was distracted by you defending yourself in a battle that she had been blown to the ground, scraping her knees. She didn’t even stutter to run and help you, ignoring the trickle of red liquid seeping into every crevice and crack in her skin, letting them bleed just for you. Jinx still replays the moment you two got back to her hangout, watching you in awe as you cleaned up her wounds, despite yours being just as appealing to clean.

Hell, she even cleaned up yours just to take it as a chance to flirt. There was no going back with that at least. Repeating the words of your gentle voice telling her it was okay to get a little closer. Days passed, and it was like a chase of whatever she was feeling for you, trying to find proper words to describe, name it. At a point she wanted to blame all of you, wanted to say you were possibly leading her on. Much to say like you were holding a treat in your hand and she was following you just to receive the goodness, something you could crave because of how appealing it seemed just to be rewarded with something so incredibly good just for being yourself.

She wanted to say you were leading her to a cliffs edge just because you could and she would follow whatever you had to say. Until one day, it seemed like everything was so clear like a gorgeous sea. You held her by the hip, chatting away with Sevika about a recent poker match, as she had been trying to teach you. Jinx refused to be separated from you, and you didn’t bother to protest, filling up Jinx’s head with dizziness, a sore stomach from butterflies. You asked Jinx to hang out with you that day, which ended up in her suggesting you two go and find some place to eat. Once you two were leaving the Last Drop, Sevika called you over, which you had gently wrapped your arm around Jinx to place your hand on her hip while you had a chat with the buff woman.

Once Jinx headed back home and went to change into her nightwear, she stood in front of her mirror and pictured an imprint of your fingers on her hip in gold like a sort of tattoo, touching the spot with care as she engraved the placement in her head. She swore she still felt the coldness of your hand there. And only the gods knew of all her pining for you, the patience she had to find the right time to even mutter how madly in love with you she was, made her hands shake. Even the moments you say her name, it still feels like everything just…stops. Just looking at you, hearing your voice repeat in her head, the beautiful glow she saw in your eyes, even when they could be the dullest in all of Zaun, she couldn’t help but get the urge to tell you how didn’t want you as a best friend but instead something more.

To the latest sleepover you two had, Jinx took it as a moment to be vulnerable because if she was honest, she could never feel like she had to lie to you. So laying in bed, late at night Jinx admired you. The two of you gazing at each other, JInx dares to say your eyes were loving to her. “You know, even in my worst times you managed to see the best in me.” Jinx whispers, and you’re positive this is the calmest she’s ever been near you. “Always. I…care for you a lot Jinx, I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much you mean to me.” You told her, causing Jinx to look down at a necklace that was wrapped so prettily around your neck.

The blue haired girl envied the way it got to be against you like that, unlike her. “God even through my worst lies, you still saw the truth in me. I hate that you’re so perfect. I hate that I love it so much.” Jinx whimpered. Her neck grew tight in fear of your reaction, feeling her eyes swell with tears. “I think I worry a lot. Sevika tells me I need to take it easy sometimes. And I even,” you started but cut yourself off with a faint laugh. “I get this anxious feeling too. But…when I’m with you, Jinx, it goes away for a minute when I’m here with you. That’s what you do to me.” You shared with her, bringing your hand up to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear. Jinx finally looked up, making contact with your eyes. “What do you do when you’re unsure if you love someone?” she asked you, not even knowing if you had known an answer.

“Hun, you have to crave it. Chase it even. Just until you’re close enough to taste it. You know what I mean?” You replied. And if you were honest, you were scared she had loved someone else. Were you too late? Did you not confess in time? All Jinx did to your answer was give you a smile. Her blue eyes that made your heart race when she looked at you stared warmly at you. She leaned close to you, stealing a quick glance at your lips before leaning even closer to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

You laid there stunned until Jinx hopped up, gently linking her hand with yours and pulling you up with her. “Come on, I made you something and I wanna show you.” So leaving the four walled room that belonged to Jinx, the comfort followed the both of you as Jinx led you both to her hangout. The two pairs of feet pattered against the cold metal as Jinx picked up a trinket that was square, a large red button in the center. It was decorated with her little doodles in lots of colors such as pinks, purples and yellows.

She placed it into your hand, pointing at the button “Press it! You’ll love what happens.” Jinx eagerly said, her eyes wide as if stars were in them. You nodded, slowly clicking the button. A faint hiss filled the large cave, a boom right after as sparks of reds, pinks, and a silver filled the air. You peered around in awe, walking to the edge of the circle platform to peek even more at the gorgeous bursts of color. Jinx stood a few feet behind you, admiring the way you looked so beautiful under all the colors. “This feels right, doesn’t it?” Jinx said, walking over to her record and playing one of your favorite instrumentals for you.

You shivered at how beautiful she sounded, like her voice was laced with tempting mischief and gold. You spun around to turn around, smiling as you nodded. “You feel right.” You replied, watching as Jinx smiled to herself, turning away as if she refused to make eye contact with you. Carefully swaying over to her, you grabbed one of her hands and twirled her to face you. She looked into your eyes, seeing the reflection of multiple colors in her large blue eyes. “Are you asking me to dance weirdo?” Jinx teased, the two or you giggling like children. “Will you dance with me if I say yes to that?” You responded, Jinx simply rolling her eyes and wrapping her arms around your neck, swaying to the music.

You didn’t say a word, instead admiring the beautiful girl ahead of you. Her blue hair was out of their daily braids, instead in its normal long waves. She wore an oversized purple shirt, -it looked like the same one you were wearing a few sleepovers ago.- yet even without her trying, it was like she was the most beautiful art piece you had ever seen. “Penny for your thoughts?” Jinx asked. You let out a nervous chuckle, turning your head to the side while she lifted a finger and held it against your jawline, turning your attention back to her “I’m too scared to tell you what’s been on my mind.” You admitted, which made her tilt her head, her blue eyes looking at you oh so innocently. “What? Why? Tell me! Please.” Jinx jumbled out quickly, cupping the side of your face.

“Well since you asked so nicely…it’s because you’ve been the one crossing my mind lately.” You mumbled sheepishly. Red filled Jinx’s cheeks, feeling her heartbeat pounding against her chest. And since Jinx is, well herself, she decided to make one of her best impulse decisions yet. Placing her free hand on your other cheek, she pulled you in to connect your lips to hers. A few seconds in, you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her and reciprocating it.

The kiss goes on for minutes, no one bothering to count. Jinx sitting on top of her table while you gently hold her close by her thighs. The beautiful sparks Jinx made for you ran out minutes ago but kissing her felt as if they were still there, made just for the two of you. Only pulling away once your lips felt numb, the feeling of being drunk of each other's kisses radiating into the air. “Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” You chuckled, Jinx going in to kiss the tip of your nose “Only if you’ll be mine.”

[moriiyun]

shit, this is red too: a musical analysis of woozi's ruby

hello its your feral woozidan taking a moment to calm down and break down the artistry behind our vobo's solo debut, ruby!

ruby is comprised of a mixture of different genres of music, and also shows off varied vibes throughout the song!! it's what makes the song catchy to the ear and still interesting! i'm going to break the song down into sections and analyse what makes each part what it is, and i'll eventually explain how it makes the song cohesive.

importantly: i'm no music expert!! i'm just a kid who loves music, and this is based on my music knowledge and my interpretation of the song!

the basics

ruby is actually a pretty short song, since it's only 2:43 minutes long! it's written by shannon bae, woozi and bumzu, and was produced and arranged by woozi, bumzu, park kitae and building owner. the song comprises of 10 parts.

this includes:

introduction

verse

pre-chorus 1

chorus 1

post-chorus

hook

pre-chorus 2

chorus 2

bridge

outro

we'll be going through each of the sections and what makes them unique, and i'll add in some other thoughts i have at the end! you can listen along to the song as you read through this, though you might have to pause!

introduction

the intro is, simply put, interesting.

it's actually derived from more classical roots and sounds a bit like background music for a romantic movie as the song begins. however, this intro is extra long, as in it's way longer than average intros in other kpop songs.

(if you're wondering, the intro is about 28 seconds long, which is Very Long.)

the instruments that come in the intro actually contrast the rest of the song very well? it comprises a string ensemble and nothing else, although i can't tell how many instruments are included.

the melody starts up high and is very bright, staying that way until it crescendos, but you don't realise it's descending until you hit the very end of the intro. at this point the music takes on a dark and ominous vibe, and the beginning of the verse jolts you awake as it subverts your expectations, but we'll cover that in the next segment.

as mentioned, the intro sounds like the background music for a film. the lighter, brighter bits in the front are reminiscent of a ghibli film, while the darker, ominous bits at the end sound like a villain's entrance into a movie. that dark section also reminds me a bit of the intro of toxic by britney spears? though that one is more distorted, it's also derived from strings and is just as dark and ominous.

verse

this is where the song really begins. the intro is there to set the context for the song - something dark and ominous with subtle light tones - but this is where the song actually starts. (i say this, but the intro is so important - if you try listening to the song without the intro, it's just weird.)

you're startled away from the "classical" part of the song with a singular, loud drumbeat, the strings fading into the end of an electric guitar riff. the genre has just shifted from classical to pop/punk rock, the bpm has just increased.

the verse is characterised by heavy, prominent drumbeats and distinct guitar riffs, letting his vocals fill in the empty space between. though the rhythm of this section seems slow due to how he's spacing out his words as he sings and how the instrumental is pretty bare, if you were to clap along at full speed it would be pretty fast. he's still attempting to ease you into the rest of the song, which is much faster, since the intro was so laid-back in comparison.

since the instrumental is so spaced out, you ears can only gauge the melody of the rest of the song based on what he sings, which is exactly what he wants you to focus on. however at the end of the verse, as he hits a high note, the instrumental swells to meet his rising voice, and as the verse ends, he foreshadows the upcoming pre-chorus and chorus.

how, you ask? well, if you listen, the melody of "i see myself in ya" is exactly the same as the melody for "she got the ruby lips" in the pre-chorus, and the melody of "she got the ruby" in the chorus as well. he's hooked you in on that specific melody from the get-go so that every time it shows up in a song, a wave of gratification hits your brain as it recognises something familiar (even if you're unaware of it).

though the verse is short, it's extremely important as it sets the tone for the rest of the song. most of the song will rely on the instruments first revealed in this verse (guitar and drums) and it also sets the recurring earworm melody that will show up for the rest of the song. since it is the only verse in this song, that makes it extremely important, and this verse starts the song onto its true trajectory - but it's not that straightforward.

pre-chorus 1

suddenly, with the pattering of a quick, barely audible drum fill, the intensity from the verse is taken out, and it's just an instrument and his voice. the instrument is actually a guitar being played in a bass style (or is it actually a bass i'm not sure sorry), and once again the rhythm feels slowed down, stretched out (it's just an illusion though, the bpm is still the same).

similar to the verse, the instrumental is bare before it surges in intensity and gratifies us with that recurring melody. alongside it, the length of the phrases that woozi is singing get shorter and shorter, heightening the intensity as you anticipate a drop. the drum is the main instrument driving the intensity up as it increases in frequency, filling up your ears, but the guitar also intensifies along with it, though less obviously

there's a more pronounced, more distinct drum fill in the back as the recurring melody hits, and it is only then that the beat drops, and now your mind will associate this melody with heightened excitement, and the next time you hear it you'll be more eager for the next segment that it is leading into. this melody is also not identical to the one we've heard before as the instrumental varies slightly, keeping you interested since it's not directly repetitive.

this pre-chorus seems at one with the chorus at times, and that makes it stand out even more as it is actually the section of the song that creates the most anticipation. it takes away that intensity that was teased at the end of the verse and builds it up again oh so slowly. it makes you wait, it makes you want to keep listening, so that you get that payoff. that's why for some people, this will be the part of the song that sticks - because it's the part of the song that will keep you coming back for more.

chorus 1

this chorus is a testament to the fact that lee jihoon knows how to write good earworms; because this chorus is designed to get stuck in your head.

at the beginning of the chorus, just after the drop, there's a guitar slide in the background of the instrumental. it's not extremely prominent, but it's just enough to suck you into the chorus - quite literally. at this point, the song has finally fulfilled what it promised at the end of that first verse - a song full of excitement, energy and passion.

from here, the chorus can be divided into 2 sections, and within these 2 sections there are 3 distinct segments.

here's what those sections and segments look like, using the lyrics and colours:

section 1

my heart is taken away, i don't give a my heart has gone to ya, i don't give a it blows my mind how you did this to me with all of your shine, she got the ruby

section 2

my heart is taken away, i don't give a my heart has gone to ya, i don't give a and girl I knew that this would happen just from the start 'cause she got the ruby

(note: different colours indicate segments!)

now, let's take it slowly and deal with this section by section.

in the first section, he's used musical elements to segment each section into 3 smaller parts.

firstly, the usage of the repeated phrase "i don't give a". since he doesn't finish the line, and especially because you expect him to swear, you're shocked and keep listening to find out what he's meant to say, but he does this a second time, which sets you up for the third segment, where he completely changes it and does something different. additionally, this acts as something of a "marking point" for your brain, as it denotes that this part is kind of repeated as the lyrics are similar.

secondly, the usage of the guitar as the major melody in the chorus. the guitar is loud but it has a clear melodic refrain, and this is repeated twice in accordance with the first 2 segments. however, in the final segment, it begins the same way but doesn't follow the same melody, shocking you and subverting your expectations once again.

thirdly, the usage of the drums to indicate segments. though this one isn't as obvious as the lyrical cue, it actually indicates to you that the third segment is going to be different. at the beginning of each segment, there's a prominent, singular drum beat which is actually what "phrases off" this section into segments because the drums create the rhythm and flow of the song. however, at the beginning of the third segment, there's a triplet (three consecutive steady beats, think about ba-ba-ba) drum fill that comes before the indicative singular drum beat. this is the tiny musical cue that lets you know that this third segment is going to be different from the previous two.

after that, right at the end of the section, we get our recurring melody back, and our brain goes "yea we know that one!" and gets really excited.

as we ease into the next section, the instrumental lead in is practically identical to the instrumental lead in from the pre-chorus to section 1 of the chorus, making your brain excited again with a familiar, recognisable melody.

i should mention now that the 3 points about the lyrics, the guitar and the drums also apply here. however, within this second section, the first two segments are exactly the same as the first, which makes you think "well this is boring, why is he just repeating the chorus twice?"

that is until you reach the third segment where the lyrics change and make you pay attention, and your brain is now thinking "wait when the heck did the lyrics change?".

now, you've effectively sat through the chorus twice, and you're going to hear it another two times, so if this song won't leave your mind for the next few days, you can just thank jihoon :)

post-chorus

you're probably looking at me wondering "what on earth constitutes the post-chorus?"

well, i'm gonna put it simply:

she got the ruby oh yeah, oh yeah

yep. just two lines.

but the music in this section is far more important.

looking back to the end of the chorus: remember that instrumental lead in that we've heard 2 times now? once at the end of the pre-chorus and once at the end of section 1 of the chorus?

well, we got it again, folks.

but instead of continuing into an explosive melody like on the previous two uses, the music fades out with a strong note on the guitar, showcasing woozi's vocals, and having sparse instrumentation; while all of us listeners have been fooled again.

while the drums have been pretty prominent for most of the song, they are barely present here, only faintly audible as a base beat to keep time.

instead, the guitar takes the spotlight, as it takes over our ears with powerful notes that just seem to be so satisfying. i might be wrong about this one because i'm very uncertain about it, but i think the vague guitar melody in this section is partially derived from the guitar melody from the chorus, and due to the similarities, our brain gets kinda happy about it again.

but by having a strong yet muted post-chorus, he's chosen to keep the energy of the song up but compress it into a select few notes, increasing the tension that we feel. this is extremely important because of the next part of the song.

hook

and yes, we're finally here! everyone's favourite coke zero line!

this line blew me away for multiple reasons even on first listen, and we'll get into why these two simple lines are so incredible.

we'll start with the fact that these two lines even qualify as a hook. you're probably looking at me like i'm crazy right now, but let me explain.

there isn't a set definition of what a hook should be, but most hooks are:

constantly recurring

usually in the chorus

danceable; and

memorable

some examples of hooks in kpop are "i'm on the next level"; "it's the love shot"; "i'm the mafia" and "sorikkun". they can even be comprised of just music, like that whistle in sticker by nct 127.

in case you're still confused, some seventeen-specific hooks include:

"let me drop the eumak"/"hit, hit, hit, hit; hit sound" - hit

"gomabda" - thanks

"left & right" - left and right

"24 hours" - 24h

"we change up, change up, change up" - change up

as you can see, most of the examples i've listed include the title of the song they're from, and the only exception to this is hit (and sticker, but that one has no lyrics). and, all of these examples are featured in the choruses of their songs, and are repeated so many times we would like some of them to leave our heads (mainly sticker).

however, these 2 lines in ruby are very different from the examples i've listed above. for one, it isn't even in the chorus of the song, and it's only mentioned once. so how is it that every carat across the internet is still going "shit, this is red too"?

well, one definition of a hook describes a hook as something that consists of "a lyric that furthers the dramatic action, or defines a person or place". and we quickly see why this line works as a hook.

firstly, jihoon has a well-known coke addiction, satisfying the term "defines a person", because we all know that he's 70% coke, not 70% water.

secondly, "shit, this is red too" satisfies the term "furthers the dramatic action" for a few reasons. this is because of the lyric before this where he's trying to calm down, but it occurs to him that the coke is also red and he can't help but think about this girl again, creating tension and anticipation in the song. also, because he's swearing - and how often are idols allowed to swear?

with the lyrics creating tension, the music cannot lag behind, and the way woozi has produced the instrumental for this section heightens this even more.

at the end of the post-chorus, the music cuts off suddenly, leaving the drums behind with the occasional guitar chord. additionally, the vocaloid on jihoon's vocals makes him sound distant, distorted and airy. the minimal instrumentation as well as the change in how he sounds vocally make us disoriented.

and just as the music begins to swell and fill out the song again, allowing us to feel stability, it cuts out, and we're hit with "shit, this is red too" which shocks us, mainly because "where did that come from?" is the main thought on our minds.

this not only creates tension, but compiles this tension with the compressed tension from the post-chorus, and suddenly our brain goes into overdrive, thinking "what on earth is this song and what is it doing to me?"

just like that, we've got it stuck in our heads, and it perfectly fulfils the criteria for a stellar hook.

pre-chorus 2 + chorus 2

these 2 are basically the same as their counterparts from earlier in the song, but there are 2 key things i want to mention.

firstly, since the section right before the pre-chorus ends completely silent, this makes the build up of the pre-chorus into the chorus feel even more intense, even though they are identical. this helps to change the pace of the song a little so that it doesn't get boring.

secondly, that transition at the end of the chorus has fooled us again because it leads into a bridge that is jarringly different from anything we've heard before, but let's leave that for the next section.

bridge

the bridge is kind of weird? in the sense that i'm not really sure what to make of it, but i'll try my best.

firstly, i would consider this an "instrumental bridge" even though there is some vocaloid layered over the top. it's clear that the words spoken aren't of major significance since they aren't included in the lyrics, and based on the way this song is mixed, it's clear that they're emphasising the instrumental in this section.

the drums are heavy and full, they complement and ground the guitar solo that is taking place almost as background noise. though it is the central focus of the mv, the guitar solo itself also sounds faintly distorted and echoes in the background with heavy reverb.

the drums are heavy to serve as a grounding element for the vocaloid and the guitar solo, since both of those have been auto-tuned to sound distant and echoey. it's a complete contrast from the rest of the song and makes you pay attention in case you're getting a little bit bored of the song at that point.

but in my personal opinion, i'm sad that the guitar solo isn't more prominent because woozi playing the guitar can be something that is so personal-

at the end of the bridge, the instrumental picks up in pace before you are suddenly directed to what seems to be another pre-chorus...

outro

except it isn't! or well, it begins like one anyways.

we slide into the outro with a guitar riff from the bridge, and suddenly we hear the tinkling of the piano accompanying the familiar melody of the pre-chorus. the gist of this part is the same, except that the heavy guitar and drums of previous pre-choruses has been replaced by snapping fingers and a light, floating piano melody. we've now moved away from pop/punk rock and are now in jazz/rnb territory!!

the style in which the piano is played is familiar to anyone who's heard even a little bit of jazz, including the music they play in the lobbies of hotels and in lifts. the snapping fingers have replaced the drums as a means to keep time, and dominate the music less than the heavy drums that came before.

though the tone of his voice is the same, this section of the song feels much lighter simply due to the change in instrumentation and it feels a lot more child-like, different from the passionate sound of the genre that came before.

after just two lines of the pre-chorus, we move into a little bit of sing-song "la la-ing", which subverts our expectations of a typical pre-chorus. though the melody begins the same way, it quickly changes and is now different from the melody we're familiar with, introducing the piano and drums together, creating a small build up that you expect to lead into the chorus.

yet out of the blue, there's a break in the instrumental, a whispered "she's got the ruby" accompanied by a 'ba-dum-tss', and laughter. suddenly, the song is over. what happened?

you expect the whispered line to lead to a final crescendo due to the melodic build up, but the 'ba-dum-tss' of the drum is usually at the end of a song, and the one in this song is frequently used in jazz. this is jihoon's way of telling you "welp, show's over!" and that he's surprised you all the way to the very end.

the laughter is more of an aesthetic touch, adding to the vibe of the song overall, giving it some form of finale. it also does feel like he's laughing at you, which i suppose infuses the end of the song with a fun touch.

by rounding out the song with something so unexpected, his goal of leaving the listener enraged has been accomplished - i'm sure most of us felt "this is too short!" or "it ends here??" when we got to the end of the song, and that is exactly what he intended. it's the reason why this song doesn't even hit the 3 minute mark. but it's ensured that he's kept you paying attention this entire time, and that's enough for him.

conclusion

in summary, ruby is so exciting because it never fails to keep you wanting more, keeping you on your toes for every single one of those 2 minutes and 43 seconds. it spans three genres that are all associated with woozi in one way or another, and it's a song that highlights his strengths as a performer and as a producer - and i can see why he chose to make this his solo debut.

and if you've read this far, thank you for sticking around! i hope you've learned something through my analysis! if you have any views you'd like to share, or any questions you want to ask, feel free to drop me an ask @moriiyun!

i'd also like to mention that i have not received any formal music theory training, which is why this analysis is not the most technical. so if you're more musically informed than me, and would like to correct some of my mistakes, feel free to let me know!

[roger-that-cap]

lover

sam wilson x fem!reader

warnings: absolutely none. this is pure fluff, the perfect way to kick off my first sam wilson obsession

word count: 1.3k- basically a drabble

inspired by lover by taylor of course- y’all can peep the places i slid in a few lines hehehe

 You were reading, but then again, you weren’t. There were moments where you could pull yourself together and look at the pages, but you knew that it was all in vain. Sam Wilson was right across from you, sitting at the table with you as he watched you the same way. You felt your cheeks warm up at his steady stare, and finally you put your book down. The soft music playing in the background filled the silence while you tried to string together a coherent sentence. 

 You could never remember to do anything around Sam but admire him. “Can I help you, Sam?” You asked, the playful tone of your voice not escaping his notice. You saw his lips quirk up into that small half smile that stole your heart months ago and propelled you forward into a life you never thought you’d live. 

  “Didn’t know I wasn’t allowed to look at my girl,” he drawled, and you rolled your eyes before picking your book up again, even though you both knew that you weren’t going to retain a word of what you pretended to read. ‘What, are you busy or something?” 

“Trying to get in some light reading,” you murmured, your heart settling to a calming rate when his leg found yours under the table, locking with yours in the way that he almost always did. You couldn't keep the smile from coming to your lips. It only took him a minute and a half to trail his hand across the table and take your left one, gently prying it from the book and holding it tenderly. 

 When you opened your mouth to scold him with less than your full chest, he gave you a look that made your heart stutter. “Just wanna be close to you, sweetheart.” He was just so charming. He was smooth in a way that made anyone’s mind falter for a moment, and so genuine that you knew he meant every word he said. He had this charisma, a dazzling aura around him that you saw from miles away, and it was what drew you to him in the first place. He never failed to put you in a romantic kind of haze, one that only he could put you in and take you out of. 

You had loved and lost a few times in life, had your heart borrowed and returned and dyed blue many more times than you would have preferred, but it was all worth it when it came to Sam. You knew that you would go through each heartbreak three more times just to love Sam once, if that was what it took. Your blue heart turned a passionate pink the second you met him, and you just knew that it was safe with him. You had never met anyone like Sam Wilson, and you had surely never met anyone who made you feel like he did. 

Within a few minutes, you had only turned the page once, and the feeling of his eyes on you surely didn’t make you go any faster. When you finally got to a new chapter, you saw that it was going to be told from the point of view of a character that had a particularly boring arc up to that point, and you knew that there was no way you were going to be able to ignore Sam while reading it. “You need something, Wilson?” 

He grabbed your second hand, his thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Just you,” he said, and then the annoying sound of the wooden chair scraping the floor was loud in your small apartment. He brought you to your feet, and then you were standing with him, both hands intertwined over the table.  “Let’s dance.” 

You blinked. “Sam, you know I don’t dance.” You had two left feet and not enough heart to have fun while embarrassing yourself. The last time you had danced was actually with Sam, when he put on old, outdated slow song and tried to prove that he could out dance Steve and Bucky, even though they had lived through the slow dancing age. You had dragged him down a bit, but he still managed to show off with you on his arm. 

“You also didn’t ride roller coasters, eat fair food, swim in the ocean, or go to concerts,” he pointed out, and you rolled your eyes. “And look at you now, sweetpea.” 

It was true. Sam could bat his eyelashes at you twice and you would do anything he wanted. Not because he was too pretty to deny, but because he wanted you to be with him. He made you get on that terrifying ride because he wanted to see your face on the climb, and because he wanted to hold your hand while you went down together. He wanted you to go to the beach with him and get in the water because he knew you’d like it if you tried it, and because he would get to see your eyes light up when you realized it yourself. He wanted to do everything with you because he wanted memories with him. And deep down, you knew that you would always go where he would. So, without a word, you rounded the side of the table and went into his awaiting arms. 

He was a good dancer. He led you without even saying a word, a hand on the small on your back and the other pulling you close. You closed your eyes and leaned your head on his chest, humming in contentment as words left your mind until you were only filled with thoughts of him. 

“What are you thinking about, sweetheart?” He asked, and you nearly cursed him and his observant skills. 

“Just…” you said, and your heart swelled at the way he looked down at you, waiting patiently for you to form your words to your liking. “It’s in times like these where I can’t remember if I’ve known you for twenty seconds or twenty years,” you murmured, and he gave you a small smile. 

  “And why is that?” He asked, a teasing lilt to his voice, and you ignored the way that your cheeks heated up again. 

 “We just- we just feel close,” you explained weakly, but he didn't press. He knew you weren’t finished, like he knew everything about you. “Not even just physically, but, everything. All around.” 

  He was still swaying you gently, the innocent kind of dance that you would see between a sweet couple. His hands were warm on your skin, gentle and firm in reminding you that he was there with you, not halfway across the world and bleeding on some sort of aircraft. “Can we always be this close, sweetheart?” 

  Instead of your heart speeding up again, it just ticked on steadily like the time, a metronome that kept up with your swaying. “As long as you want us to be.” 

In a display that would have made your stomach churn with how sickly sweet it was had you been watching another couple do it, he bent down and kissed you again. “That’s gonna be a long time, darlin’.” 

You didn’t have a ring on your finger. Hell, you didn’t even have a full year under your belt with him. You didn’t have the same skills as him, you didn’t like to go on those long runs at the crack of dawn with him, and you sure as hell weren’t built for the kind of life that he lived so that others didn’t have to. But you knew that you loved him wholly and eternally and you could feel that he returned it,  and that fact was as hard and true as a diamond. You didn’t need three summers and a proposal to decide or realize that. 

“Forever, then.” You said, and your heart skipped at your own words, until he bent down and kissed you, lips against your for a few seconds until he pulled away, still so close that you could feel them moving against you when he spoke again. 

   “Forever works for me.” 

                                                     *****

i quite literally have had zero time to write, and when i did have time, writer’s block was terrible. I’m fr very sappy rn and this was the cure i guess? this is my first sam fic and the first thing i’ve made since i got into a funk, so be please be gentle skfjs

[ddarkhours]

SKZ masturbating headcanons

Word Count: 1990 for the full thing; Requested: Nope hehe i just really wanted to do this:D

a/n: this is maybe my third time ever doing headcanons so we’ll see how this goes but i really liked writing this and it was me just being thirsty more than me writing it lmao anyway enjoy

Chan

Minho

I think Chan jacks off a few times a week. I feel like he’d do it mostly at home or in the bathroom but the thought of him doing it in the studio has been in my mind for a while. Like normally he’d go in the shower and turn on the water to mask any sounds, but sometimes he’s in the studio and he just needs to relax y’know. Also all of those background noises in some 3racha songs. He would put on some loud music, even though the studio is soundproof you can never be too safe, he would pull up a video on his phone (you decide if the video is his or not), and just pull his dick out, not fully taking his pants off. I see him groaning a lot and just breathing heavy, not really moaning especially since he’s alone. His hand doesn’t feel the same as you but it’ll do in the moment. I don’t think it would take him too long to cum and when he’d finish he would stop his movements, holding his cock at the base and just letting it shoot, groaning after every string of cum, and maybe a hiss here and there, either over his hand or in a tissue for convenience sake. 

That curtain he has on his bed is really giving me many thoughts here hhh. Anyway. Because he sleeps naked and that curtain is there on his bed, we can all use our imaginations to see what usually goes down. Minho is a little shit, so I see him kind of being an exhibitionist and because he doesn’t share a bunk with anyone I can see him masturbating in his bed most of the time. I don’t think he’d be too into porn, I mean sure he watches it sometimes but he prefers to use his imagination here, thinking of what you two did last weekend or the last time you gave him head/he ate you out, your moans are occupying his mind while he does it. I feel like Minho likes to tease himself so he doesn’t cum too often. He’d rather have one mind blowing orgasm a week than a couple mediocre ones. I think he’d jerk himself off and edge himself a couple of times a week but not let himself cum, just for the thrill of it, to see how far he can take it, feeling himself half hard all day turns him on even more. And when he finally let’s himself cum he’d be so spent. Groaning a lot and moaning quietly, he’d slow down his hand to almost a painful speed going down towards the base of his dick. He’d shoot over his stomach and probably up to his chest since he hasn’t cum in a while and continue to move his hand until his dick is basically soft and his orgasm wore off.

Changbin

Now. Idk if it’s because they’re producers or What but I can also picture Changbin jerking off in the studio, but more often than Chan. He’d do it in there most of the times he does it, maybe a couple of times a week because he feels comfy in there. He would do it when he takes a break from work, he’d just let his mind wander and most of the time it ends up in the gutter. He’d start to think about you, he’d think about the last time you guys fucked, when he hit it from the back, the way you moved over his dick. I have a feeling he would rub his cock through his pants for most if not all of it, in case anyone knocks on the door or wants to come in. If anyone were to come in he would stop, immediately. He isn’t into showing off at all. Unless of course it was you but that’s not what this is about rn lmao. He might cum in his pants or pull his dick out just to cum, like Chan either over his hand or in a tissue, but I see him hissing a lot more than Chan, and when his orgasm hits slowing down and tugging towards his tip basically milking himself for as long as he can.

Hyunjin

OKAY. Hyunjin would do it at his desk, no questions asked. I think he’d watch a lot of porn. I think his favourite videos would be something of you, maybe a clip you sent him or something you filmed together, and I think he would really love it if it was a short clip that just looped over and over. He’d get so into it, matching his rhythm with the video. OH also he gives me the vibe of someone who’d use a cock ring:) just to drag it out a little longer. Also strikes me as the type of guy who’d pull his dick back and let it slap against his stomach. You know how dramatic Hyunjin is, he’d be moaning and groaning and throwing his head back when he got somewhat close to cumming, I think he also really likes dirty talk a lot so he’d whisper things as if you were there fhfdj. His head would fall back and he’d lean forward, spreading his legs more, squeezing near the tip and catching his cum in his other hand.

Jisung

Jisung is a bundle of energy, and I think he gets riled up easily so I see him jerking off almost probably every day. He doesn’t have a preference on where he does it, probably wherever he can get privacy at the moment and I also think he wouldn’t be embarrassed to ask for privacy. Like if he just got to the bathroom, rock hard from thinking about you all day, and someone tried to ask him to let them shower first he’d tell them straight up “Kinda have something I need to take care of”. Absolutely shameless. But sometimes when he wants to drag it out a bit or finally has some free time he gives the vibe that he’d have a fleshlight or those silicone eggs. He would pull up some videos on his laptop, imagining it’s you and that you’re riding him, thrusting up into the toy. He’d pull out to cum most of the time because cleaning it is a pain. He would jerk himself off so fast just trying to cum, his hand would go over his cock at lightning speed, letting out high pitched moans and shooting over his abs and just laying there with his dick in his hand as his heart rate calmed down… Alternatively if he’s super into it and just lost in the pleasure he’ll just let himself go and cum inside, shoving his dick as far as he can into it and holding it down as his spurts of cum would shoot inside.

Felix

Most of these have gone solo but even when jerking off Felix would want to do mutual masturbation or at the very least call you to hear your voice. Felix is so sweet:(( and he’s so clingy even if he can’t directly see you, he’d want you to talk dirty to him through the phone, and ask you to moan for him. I think he’d really be into facetiming and just watching you play with yourself, that’s what gets him off the most, knowing that you feel good too. He’d say things like “baby tell me how good you feel”, “I wish you were here with me” and such. I feel like he’d either ask you if he can cum or he’d ask you to cum with him. He’d be so into it, letting his head fall back and moaning super deep raspy moans, stroking his dick for you to see, shooting wherever it lands, he doesn’t care at that moment. If he was to do it alone I think he’d be into ruining his own orgasm and making himself cum a couple of times, doing this occasionally and only once or twice per round. He’d jerk off to the thought of you, using both hands to rub his cock and when he’d feel close he would remove his hands, leaving his body quivering, the thought of you pushing him closer and closer with his dick twitching until with one last breath he finally lets go and he cums just from the thought of you, your body, you taking him, he would moan and buck his hips into nothing, his seed landing all over himself and the floor/bed sheets. His spurts of cum would get weaker and weaker with each orgasm, until he finally let’s himself enjoy his orgasm and his cum would cover his hand.

Seungmin

Does it in the bathroom strictly, he’s a neat freak you can’t change my mind. Cumming anywhere besides the drain just seems messy and unhygienic. Seungmin is the only member that I don’t really have a clear picture in my head of. I feel like he could go both ways and just use his hands or have some sort of toy. I’m thinking vibrating cock ring so that he doesn’t have to use his hands as much. I can see him putting his arm on the wall and putting his face in the crook of his elbow to suppress any moans as he thinks of you. The vibrations of the ring are enough to make him cum on it’s own so his hand is stroking his dick slowly. oH he plays with his nipples a lot, even when he’s alone it makes him cum faster. He’d imagine you masturbating, his hand slowly starting to pick up speed until he’s breathing heavily, biting the inside of his arm, the vibrations of the toy making his legs shake and he’d spill his cum down the drain, his hand helping milk himself under the running water.

Jeongin

He’d do it a lot. He is the youngest so I’m imagining he would be horny a lot. He would do it on his bed as much as he could, laying on his back with his shirt pulled up and his shorts pulled down just enough for his cock and balls to be out with one hand behind his head. I think he watches a lot of porn too, maybe hentai but I’m not gonna go too deep into that. He would have his phone propped up either on some pillows in front of him or on the wall. He jerks off in waves- let me explain- he goes fast and brings himself closer to orgasm before slowing down, playing with his tip, massaging it for a little bit before going again. He’d do this a lot, everytime he would play with his tip he’d use his finger tips to massage behind the head where it feels reall good. It would make his legs shake and his cock twitch so much it would slip out of his hands sometimes, his jaw would hang open and he’d time it so it lines up with the best part of the video. When the person in the video cums it would send him reeling, it would be the tipping point that makes him cum. He would try to stay as quiet as possible, not only for the members not to hear him but also for his own enjoyment. He’d hold his hand still while he fucks up into it, pretending it’s the real thing. He’d aim for his stomach but with how good it feels it would be all over his bedsheets.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

Into The Thick of It (1)

Loki x Female Reader

Chapter 1: The Cult

Series Summary: Her work as an agriculturist nearly takes the readers life is not for a stranger (and his weird looking dog) who later turns out to be the God of Mischief. Thrown into a completely different realm, you want to figure out a way home while trying to stay out of the way of this literal God. But fate has its own plans for the two of you.

Written for @tarithenurse and her #Taris1Kchallenge

Warnings: torture, sacrifice, undertones of rape

Word Count: I am on a break. It feels good to just breathe without dreading the rest of the day. Why is work so punishing?

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

One single machine whirrs in this dull laundromat. The light above you flickers at intervals so regular you have already made a beat out of it. The only other sound distracting enough is some old music playing on the radio at the front desk where no one sits at this hour. And that fan that seems to be breathing its last over your head. "Yeah, it's unbelievably quiet here," you mentioned in a soft tone before looking around the empty space. "I guess I'm glad I only had to stop for three days here." "What? Are you not going to explore this place?" your friend, Zaira's voice crackles through the phone. You shrug despite knowing she cannot see you. "I don't know, Zai, this place gives me the creeps for some reason. I am only hanging around here because Prashant wants to revise the reports I sent him of the soil composition before he gives me a green light to leave this place." "Damn! That bad?" "Oh! You have no idea!" You look around once again. The front desk guy has just come back in his old Chevrolet and the clock has struck nine. "Zai," you whisper in the lowest tone possible, watching the man whistle as he gets out of his car without closing the door, "there are no kids in this village-slash-town." He walks to the back to open the trunk of his car, whistling a somewhat familiar tune. "That's...not haunting at all!" Zaira's sarcasm can be heard in her surprised tone. "Well, what's more haunting is the fact that the youngest person here is an eighteen-year-old boy who keeps showing up anywhere I go and keeps staring at me funny." The man shuts the hood with a loud thump and you can see a fresh bundle of store-bought rope, a baseball bat, a bottle of some chemical-probably for cleaning- and a pair of rubber gloves as he starts walking to the entrance. "Allah-" Zaira takes the Lord's name in surprise- "no wonder they have The Sacrifice playing somewhere there." The man sets everything on the front desk, still whistling the same tune, which you now come to realise is the song that is currently playing on the radio. "The...the what?"

"The thing playing in your background," Zaira comments, "it's playing on a two strong instrument with a looping chorus. It's a pagan ritual song that is sung by some orthodox communities that still present a sacrifice to their pagan gods. We learned this in the summer session for cult studies, boo. Oh, wait. You were back home that time. The chorus basically says 'here's your sacrifice, now pay my dues'." Not a word of what Zaira said is heard after the pagan ritual song because suddenly all the materials resting on the front desk are making sense. So is the creak of the back door that opens to let the only teenager of the town in. Your body is frozen in place, your mind has gone blank. One moment you are running for the exit. And the next, you are lying on the floor with the two men hovering over you while the song calling for your sacrifice slowly fades away. . It is the discomfort from the heat that wakes you up. The sweat and stickiness all over your body slowly registers in your brain that alerts of a throbbing ache at the back of your head with a bang. Everything is a blur for a few moments; till the lights morph into fire beacons and the sun transforms into a bonfire, the figures moving around you become humans with faces smeared in blood. Your clammy skin shines in the light of the bonfire, your hair sticking to any part of you. Tears are rolling down the edge of your eyes while your brain is registering this new pain altogether from the gag in your mouth. You try to move your hand to touch your skull where it hurts, but are unable to do so. My hands...I can't move them. Your dizzy brain gives your body the command again but in vain. "She's awake!" a raspy voice pierces through the air.  And within a speck of a second, all the memories start rushing in. Y/N? Hello? Babe, can you hear me? Adrenaline shoots up in your system and your senses are heightened. The smell of kerosene is heavy in the air along with the crippling stench of burning flesh. You have been bound to a pole with your hands behind you, the bonfire in front of you, the forest surrounding you from every corner and the moonless sky on top of you. The faces in the fire are all familiar. The residents of this town, all staring at you while you struggle to get out of the ropes cutting through your skin, stop their movement to pick up the bowls kept in front of them and drink its contents. Your cries are muffled; partly because of the gag and partly because of the sobs that want to escape your throat just like your tears. Your already broken body jumps when the oldest woman in the group starts shouting phrases in a language unknown to you. And just as she begins, everyone around her takes out a dagger and starts moving in your direction. Your heartbeat seems to drop for a moment. They can see the horror in your eyes. But that does not stop their moments. The woman's chants grow heavier as her hand moments grow more vigorous. The youngest of them all skips a step or two to straight away jump on the platform where you are kept on display. He looks around once and turns to you to move your sweat laden hair strands away from your face. His pale fingers are cold, almost icy to the touch. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," he whispers close to your ears. Your sobs turn to sniffs to hear his words and look into his eyes. Those grey irises are trying to dig straight into your soul. "Trust me." Your instinct- which has never been wrong in your life- is already moving your leg to bend the knee and get his balls. And you do. Watching him writhe in pain for one long satisfying moment as he curses you from heaven to hell. But he gets back up, with the eyes of a madman ready to kill. You are crying out still, for anyone who will listen, in heaven or hell, as he takes you by your throat. The venom in his hold is enough to take your life. "The only way out-" he says close to your face- "is through, you cunt." One last prayer comes out of you as a whimper before you wait for his dagger to meet you.  In the next heartbeat, everything turns white. . Everything is blinded by a white light. It does seem to be the end. Why did I have to die like this dammit?! A Buzzfeed Unsolved episode?! But something does not sit right.  The white light should be the end, right? Then why can feel something wet under my h- Before you realise you are tumbling down the steepness of the forest. Your body can feel every rock and every pebble on the way down the seemingly endless slope. It seems like a long while when your limbs finally skid on flat rocky terrain, bringing the ringing pain to a halt before it can bounce all over your body a bit louder in the deafening silence. The first thing your senses do is look for any sign of danger around you. The forest is dark. And apparently different than the one you were in before. The trees are taller and with trunks that would not fit in your hugs. You cannot see their ends in the sky from where you lay. Not weird at all. The silence too sends your wounded heart into an anxious stir. Not even the cicadas speak here. Am I...dead? Now that definitely stirs something out there. A twig breaks in the distance. You pause your breath and shush your racing heart. A soft rustle of leaves can be heard somewhere that lets your sweat run cold all over the body. It is hard to breathe through the gag as it is, and you are standing nowhere near a hiding spot, making your basic instincts run wild with any shadow you see in this treacherous night. So all you do is stand as still as a trembling mouse and wait. And that wait isn't long. Call it nature's mysterious ways or just a random event happening at the right time, a cool breeze stirs the air for the first time in this place. From where you stand, the breeze hits your back, tickling those sweat beads on the nape of your neck before letting you smell the odour of blood it carries with it. All the neurons inside you make you turn around and face a familiar figure emerging from the shadows with a dagger in his hand. The basic instincts inside you are already making your body break into a run in the opposite direction. The rush of the flight instinct is overpowering all the injuries and you forget for a second that your hands are still tied behind you as you speed straight ahead. But that devil of a man is fast. He has already closed the distance and his hands are grabbing your hair, pushing you both to the ground. He presses you down with his body, not giving you any room to get up or free your limbs. But he does untie your gag before turning you around and holding your neck in a choke-hold. "Please, please, please..." Nothing else is coming out of you at this point; except for hot tears streaming down the side of your face.  "Well," the bastard sighs, pressing down his pelvis on your abdomen while having the audacity to smirk when looking down at you, "we had to sacrifice a virgin. But surely it's going to work the same if I put that mouth to work." The dread of his words does not set in till his free hand reaches for the button on his pants to undo it. The more you try to push away from him, the tighter he grips your throat. Oh, Gods! Just let me die instead. He is halfway undoing his zipper when a sound cracks through the air. It almost sounds like a very quiet motor either just starting or just stopping. And the closer it gets, it starts taking the shape of a growl coming from the throat of an animal. The man is distracted now; looking for the source of the sound. Loosening his grip a bit, he turns around to let his vision get as far in the dark as it could to look for anything out of the ordinary. And while he is busy, it is you who notices its presence and choose not to make a sound. The man turns around to look right into red eyes gleaming at him from a distance of three inches, sending him jumping up and crawling back on the ground as far away from you as possible. Huge white canines visible even in this darkness are on display as this four-legged creature growls in your captor's direction. A twisted horn rests majestically on each side of its head. Paws as huge as a lion's, but claws twice as big and dark as the night are resting on either side of your shoulder. The fur seems dark and dense except for where pointed bones are protruding out on its back. The growl revving in this creature's throat is enough for the predator to crawl back further with his heart stuck in his throat. And before he can figure out what demonic hell this creature had walked out from, he comes to discover another wave of fear when he sees a shadow behind it in between two trees. That shadow seems human. Human enough at the very least until he thought he was hallucinating that figure with gleaming green eyes. "Wh-who's there?!" the man's voice starts in a scream ends up in a squeak. "Get that ugly dog away from here!" The 'ugly dog' shifts from your side to take a few steps towards the bastard, metaphorically pinning him in between the roots of the trees he was sweating in. "Hey!" he shouted again at the shadow, "can't you hear me?!" You sit up, watching the creature slowly ready itself for attack mode. Turning around, you too are able to see a figure. It looks tall and is evidently clad in something heavy. Is that a sword in his hand? But that sword is not as concerning as those illuminated green pupils. "You son of a bitch! Get the fuck out of here before I stab you and your filthy farm ani-" "Rífa hann í sundur," is all you hear in a low hum from that figure's end one second. The next, there are growls and blood-curdling screams emerging from behind you; haunting enough to make you jump and curl up where you sit but never move your eyes away from that shadow that still stands as still as a rock. Tears still fall from your eyes; your legs pulled as close to your chest as possible. The screams continue to come out for a long time...long enough for you to notice a snowflake fall on your knee. More snowflakes come after the first one. And once the screams die down, you feel something brush your hands, almost making your heart fall out, only to realise that creature standing right behind you nudging at your ropes to gnaw your hands out of them. The adrenaline rush has diluted now. The pain and exhaustion that comes with it now lie heavy in your bones. Your eyes cannot take it anymore. But they still want to see that figure which now takes the liberty to walk out of the shadows underneath the clear light of the nearest moon. Your body is ready to fall but the creature provides some support to your lifeless limbs. Its fur feels so good on your cheeks. And that pale face coming to a stop in front of you feels almost angelic. Those green eyes are looking at you with both concern and judgment but what your brain registers first is the moonlight falling on those otherworldly cheekbones framed with clean braids. You want to keep looking at that face for a few more minutes. But there is only so much your wounded body can take before everything is a blur. . You have already hit deep slumber when the God comes to stand before you. He gets down on his knees to get a close look at your face buried in the hound's face.  "What do you think she's doing here, Agni?" Agni huffs and shifts enough to let the God have a better look at the face marred with wounds and bruises. A face that still looks so serene after putting up such a fight. The long pale fingers move those few strands of hair away that are blocking your features under the light of the moons. Calculations have already been done in that mind. What's left is to figure out whether to leave you here in the depth of the endless garden or... "Agni-" that voice commands with zero emotions, still studying your features- "call out for help. We are taking this one back to the camp."

[writingssummit]

𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬.

driving at night with haikyuu characters !

song listened to while writing: mother mother + mindless self indulgence playlist.

content: late night driving, already existing relationships, fluff, comfort. xreader technically

characters: bokuto, sugawara, asahi, and nishinoya for a bonus :)

a/n: been feeling up for this, and yes idk what time it is anymore, i just have extra writing energy all of a sudden. 😶 i am a huge fan of night drives, it’s one of my favorite things to do, so why not write about it with some haikyuu characters? warning, i’m half asleep so these might not be the best jsjsjs. have fun reading !

bokuto !

car rides with him are immaculate regarding vibes. music is playing, the windows are down.

this particular night, you guys have nowhere to be, so you aren’t really going anywhere specific. it was your weekend, so you guys were going to make the most of your night!

and yes, it’s 2am LOL

this guy is totally jamming out to the songs, tapping the steering wheel with his fingertips.

yelling out lyrics is a common occurrence, i take no criticism here.

y’all probably annoy the hell out of the neighborhood, or surrounding areas where you pass through just because bokuto has his bass up super high

“is it too late for a drive, bo?” you tilted your head at your boyfriend, debating the idea in your head. it was pretty late already, most sane people were asleep around this time. but his eyes lit up right away at your question. 

“it’s never too late. go get your shoes on, we’re going right now!”

and so that’s how you ended up in his car at 2 in the morning, music and bass up to the max. houses were passing by the window quickly. you had questioned whether or not it was okay to be so loud now, since there were still people around them in their homes, but he assured you it was just fine. after all, it was fun, and who didn’t like that?

“ohoho, this is my SONG!” bokuto slapped the steering wheel, and cleared his throat. you couldn’t help but cackle at his antics. he was a good singer, you wouldn’t deny that. but at times like this, he was absolutely awful- he was screaming out the lyrics, and you were starting to cry in laughter, and stumble through them when you tried to join in. it only egged him on, because it was a positive response. bokuto lived for that.

you guys definitely got some calls from your neighbors.

sugawara !

normally, night drives with sugawara are chaotic and sometimes unplanned, you never know where you guys will decide to go, or when you’ll get back because you both just have a lot of fun with each other.

but tonight was a comfort drive.

you weren’t feeling the best that day, and suga picked up on that.

“c’mon, we’re going to the car.” 

??? what?

he ends up driving you to the perfect place to stargaze.

and from there, he pulls you out of the car, and carefully helps you on top of the car roof.

there’s no blanket but you settle between his legs and just aaa <3 soft cuddles.

“sugar, we’re going to the car. get your shoes on.” you make no move to get up, you weren’t up for anything right now.you felt shitty. so how could you even sit up?

“baby..” he crouches down in front of you, reaching up to cup your cheek in his hand. “i promise, this will help a little. you only have to move a little, okay?” he murmured, stroking you with softness and warmth only he was capable of.

how could you say no again? he was so gentle when he asked, and honestly any form of distraction would be nice..

the car ride was somewhat quiet, the music playing was just from one of the popular stations, which suga hummed under his breath. it was normal, and peaceful. you rested your head against the window and sighed. was he bringing you to a shop? grabbing a bite to eat? 

but you weren’t expecting him to pull into an empty field. you cock an eyebrow at him, but all he does is grin. next thing you know, he’s pulling you out of the car, and onto the roof of it. you laugh a little at yours and his struggle to get on top, but it ends up being worth it to you.

the stars were amazing where you were, and you counted as many as you could see while he rubbed his thumbs over your hand and knee. your back was pressed up against his chest, his arms draped over you.

“you’re my star, y/n. now and always.”

asahi !

you guys were driving along the lake, slowly so you both could get a look at the nightly reflections on the surface.

your night drives are always 1000% calm and comforting. serene, even.

soft piano music in the background.

i’m getting “i’m taking you out on a drive to get out your energy so you can sleep” vibes from this guy haha

“isn’t the lake beautiful?” you murmur, your cheek pressed against the window of the passenger seat. you were trying to get a good look at the water, all of it’s reflections and such.

“do you want me to...put the window down for you, love?” your heart swelled at the pet-name, and you nodded. yawning, you peek your face outside and into the air as you guys drive. this was really cool, and the music was totally calming. and that paired together made yourself grow more and more tired by the hour. 

“time to start heading back now?” asahi’s voice was as gentle as ever. you nod slowly, eyes already shut. “mm.”

he chuckles to himself before turning around.

nishinoya !

please for the love of god don’t let him choose the music

jokes aside, you guys are hitting up all the fast food restaurants, i just know it.

you guys have enough for like 3 people.

it’s a pleasure drive, you guys are there for the energy and experience.

the sunroof is totally open, allowing you to stuck your upper body outside as he drives.

you’re both whooping, and just having fun.

he totally speeds, y’all better be careful-

“oh my god, please don’t. you’re banned from the music choice, remember?? i can’t trust you anymore!” you snort as you change the music to something more appealing. nishi often played questionable songs, which were funny, but sometimes it was simply terrible.

a disgrace, if you would.

“how restrictive- i just want to play my goddamn music some day, it’s not that bad, y/n!” oh, yes it is. he’s just too nishi to notice. you both start to debate what counts as good music, but he makes a quick, small topic change.

“now, do we got to that one place, mc donalds, or...”

teases be damned, you were hungry. “all of them. all of them, i will-” you couldn’t even get the rest of your sentence out because this man just put the gas pedal down even more, and you cried out.

“nishi, what the fuck! too fast, are you crazy?” you’re not mad, your grin and wide eyes could prove that.

“c’mon! sunroof’s open, scream it out!” he shoots a grin at you, and you do just that. he makes you feel alive, exhilarated. and of course, full of food.

i’m so tired woah- thanks for reading ! my asks are open, feel free to drop one ! here’s my prompt list in case you’d like to send a number with it, and here’s my blog basics for rules about requests !

[biblethumpersims]

Sue, voiceover: Hello again, SimTube, and welcome back to Godly Bachelorette! After the last episode, where George accidentally smashed the front window at Christ-Fil-A - good luck winning Jason over after that one, George! - we went back to our apartment for lunch! (a/n: in reality, going to a restaurant was actual free will hell so I sent them home.)

GodsMiracle, in the background: You’re so embarrassing. This isn’t how the Bachelorette goes!

Sue, whispering: Shut your mouth, these Godly men are listening - what would they think if they thought that I raised opinionated daughters?!

GodsMiracle: ...

Sue, continuing her voiceover: But that doesn’t matter, what came after lunch does! We did a speed dating session, where each boy had 10 minutes alone with GodIsParadise - with Jason and I there to monitor, of course - to really let her know who he is as a person and what she can expect if God binds her to him forever! We went alphabetically - God created the alphabet, after all!

Edward goes first, but instead of talking to GIP he stares at the camera and talks at length about his “upcoming” music career, complete with impromptu singing. He’s not as good as Jasper... or good at all.

Jason: What does this have to do with Paradise?

Edward: I believe my creativity is best displayed by this song, and I’m sure Paradise would love to marry the genius behind ‘Christ-alicious’. Now, where was I?

Paradise: ‘His wrath stay vicious, He be up in the clouds just working on His judgement, I’m His witness.’

Edward: Right, thanks. He put His boy on Cross, Cross-

George decides to go on a 10 minute ramble about how he forgot to pack his toothbrush and had to buy a new one last night.

George: ...but brown and tan and white and beige and the occasional spicy blue are the only colors that a man can associate with-

Jason, quietly: He’s leaving this week.

Sue, quietly: Let’s see how the other days go, dear.

George, too invested in his own story to realize other people were talking: -so finding that toothbrush was a very frustrating demand! But I’m sure a girl like you appreciates a man with teeth, good ones especially. I found a sturdy brown one in the end. All a man needs is a stick, no fancy ‘vibration’ or ‘bristles’ needed!

Jason: And ten.

George: Wow, Paradise, you didn’t say a word this entire time! You sure understand God’s design for women to be silent when a man is speaking.

GIP’s head jerks up and her voice is dazed: Oh, huh? She yawns. Thank you?

Jasper takes a seat. I’m going to summarize because I’m not writing out 10 minutes worth of dialogue: his Bookworm trait and Self-Absorbed trait mingle to create someone who thinks highly of himself and has the words to convince an airhead like GIP that he’s exactly as great as says he is. He would have done well if he hadn’t decided to end it with a story that totally happened.

Jasper: ...and then the homeless man sunk to his knees and repented on the spot after hearing my testimony! The entire bus started clapping and several attractive women asked me which church I went to.

GIP: ...

Robin goes next. His Nerd Brain aspiration and Genius trait shine through, leaving GIP hopelessly confused.

Robin: I can try to explain the solution-

Jason: -but don’t bother. It’s beyond a girl’s understanding. God created women with inferior brains that cannot understand Logic or intellectual pursuits. That’s why “educated” women become liberal Satanist feminists, it’s inherently against God’s will. No daughter of mine will receive more than the basics of education!

Robin, nodding: Of course.

Samuel: ...and, because your mother kept mentioning during the house tour that your future husband will inherit the penthouse when your father dies, our kids will grow up here as well.

GIP: I’m glad. I like the city.

Sue, quickly: But she’s obedient and would follow her husband to any location, wouldn’t you, Paradise?

GIP: Yes, mother.

Simon: ...and when we're married, we will move to the countryside.

GIP: I will follow my husband to any location.

Simon: Okay? That’s good to hear. We will also have a farm and animals.

GIP, trying to mask her disappointment: ...Great.

Westley: ...and then the Lord uses the pull of gravity, a dear enemy of mine, to rip me from the dark, moist comfort of the womb and into His Earth. Seeing that I was no longer in His arms, I cried. Ah, but my mother was not yet finished suffering on Eve’s behalf! After me, from mother’s dark tunnel of life, came my sister-

Jason: Time’s up.

Westley: But has it not only been three minutes?

Jason, hiding the timer: Time’s up. Stop talking.

Sue, face in the camera: And that’s it for today’s video! Thanks for sticking through all 75 minutes, and leave a comment down below to let us know who your favorite boy is! And don’t forget to like and subscribe to keep updated on Paradise’s Godly journey to wifehood! Goodbye, God bless, and amen!

[lost-in-the-80s]

Winter Memories

Pairing: Axl Rose x reader

Words: 3,808k

Summary: The pressure of making a new album is finally hitting Axl. To get rid of some stress he decides to take a trip to Norway, however, he did not expect to meet a mysterious woman there. (smut + angst)

A/N: Hey guys! I hope you like it! Tell me if you want a part 2! There will be a few lines in norwegian, but the translations will be below in italics ;)

Warnings: Mature content, swearing and unprotected sex. (Use a condom, guys!)

Tag list: @roger-taylors-car @ladieswttda @teasid @metalheartofgold @slashscowboyboots @ginny-rose-sixx @rumoured-whispers​ @normatural​ add yourself to my tag list :) 

Part 2

It had been a busy week and Axl's frustration was reaching extremely high levels.

Making an album was not an easy task, it required a lot of work and dedication, especially when the bandleader was Axl. Known for being a perfectionist, Axl expected nothing less than perfection for the band's third and fourth albums.

He understood why his bandmates were so tired, Axl had made them redo each song countless times and that was exhausting, but it was even more exhausting for him, who stayed in the studio for hours after his friends left, doing the vocals as many times as he could.

Axl realized he needed to relax when he ended up taking all his anger out on the supermarket attendant last week. She hadn't done anything much, just asked for an autograph, but the stress accumulated in his body made him be rude to her.

That night he decided that he needed time away from it all, that he needed time just for him so he could calm down.

It was December and the clear California sun was starting to get paler, accompanied by a cold breeze coming in the late afternoon. But he knew it wouldn't get much colder, after all, Los Angeles was one of the hottest cities in the United States.

Furthermore, he would not find peace in such a busy place. The chances of someone showing up at his door out of nowhere or calling insisting for him to go out were too high to risk.

Following the advice of a friend, Axl decided to go north, to Norway, more precisely. He wanted to see the snow again, wanted to feel the cold winter wind and visit a place he had never been to before.

After notifying the band and advancing some things in the studio, he left. Catching a plane on Friday afternoon, lusting to reach a small isolated town in the center of the country in the morning.

His assistant had managed to rent a room in a small, comfortable cottage near a mountain, where he could learn to ski.

After spending countless hours on the flight and two more hours driving a rental car to the place, he finally arrived.

The view was incredible, the contrast of the snow on the ground and the blue of the sky baffled him.

Entering the reception of the cottage, Axl was greeted by an old lady, who took him to his room while telling him about how the cottage had been built by her grandparents and that the house used to creak with the wind at night.

His room was very spacious, the walls and floor were the same types of wood, in the center of the room, there was a double bed with white sheets and a thick red plaid blanket. In front of the bed was a large fireplace, already lit by someone from the cottage.

The bathroom was on the left, next to the entrance door, it was small, but it had a large bathtub and the lady had assured him that the water was very hot. To his right was a large glass window that overlooked a vast field of snow-covered pines and a large mountain in the background. There was a small sofa under the window, accompanied by a small wooden table, the same color as the bedside tables.

It was different from what he was used to, but he liked the location.

After leaving his bags in the room and putting on another blouse, Axl decided to go down to the cottage's dining room for breakfast. Taking a large cup of coffee and a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, he sat down at a table in the far corner, next to a window.

He hugged the cup with his hands, hoping the act would warm them up. He heard footsteps on the stairs and it was at that moment that he saw her coming. She was beautiful as an angel, her eyes looked like a cat's, which told him she was unpredictable, but her smile was sweet when she greeted the owner of the place.

"God morgen, Anna!" She waved to the lady.

"Good morning, Anna!"

“God morgen, Y/N! Du våknet endelig!”

“Good morning, Y/N! At least you woke up”

She laughed and Axl felt like he was in a trance. He didn't understand what she said, so he assumed she was a local.

Sensing his gaze, she finally looked in his direction. Her expression changed, the sweet smile disappeared and her eyes began to transmit lust. She looked him up and down before picking up her breakfast and sitting at a table.

Axl ate, but every little bit he found himself looking in her direction, only to realize that she was already looking at him, like a predator looking at the victim.

After eating, Axl got in his car and drove towards the mountain ski station, putting on the right clothes and getting a ski board, an instructor taught Axl the basic moves and instructed him to stay in a specific area, where the beginners stayed.

After a good 30 minutes, Axl realized that perhaps skiing was not his thing. He fell numerous times and was unable to move properly on the board. Irritation started to form inside his body and when he was about to damn everything to hell and go back to the cottage, he heard her voice near him.

"Flytt deg!"

"Get out of the way!"

He looked back just in time to see that she was approaching him at high speed, trying to get out of her way as fast as possible, Axl tripped on his own feet and ended up landing face first in the snow.

He heard her laugh again and when he noticed a small hand covered by a glove was being extended towards him. Axl looked up and saw her face, she was still laughing.

Accepting the offer, she helped Axl to get up again.

"Unnskyldning." She gave a small smile, trying to contain her laughter.

"I’m sorry."

"What?" Axl frowned, trying to understand what she had said.

"Ah, sorry, I thought you were from here!" Her accent made Axl smile, he found the sound cute.

"Well, I'm not."

"I am, Y/N, by the way." She offered her hand for him to greet her.

"Axl!" He shook her hand.

"I liked your name! Is this your first time here? ”

"It actually is." He scratched the back of his neck.

“I live in Oslo, but I come here every year at this time. It's nice to relax. ”

"I hope so!" He gave her a small smile. 

"Having trouble skiing?"

"To tell the truth, yes."

"Do you want me to teach you?"

"Would you do it?"

"Sure, what kind of Norwegian would I be if I saw someone here without enjoying the best part of winter?"

He smiled at her.

For the next few hours, Y/N taught Axl as best as she could, always encouraging him not to give up whenever he fell or fell out of balance.

When Axl finally came down a small part of the mountain without difficulty, she clapped her hands and shouted at him, celebrating his victory.

"Now nobody else can say that you are a tourist." She laughed, making him smile.

We should go back to the cottage, it's almost three o'clock, it's going to get dark soon.

"Is it getting dark so early in here?"

"It's December baby, from now on the days will get shorter and shorter."

The nickname made him smile again.

"Are you driving?" He asked when they were returning the clothes and equipment to the company.

“No, I came by bus. I don't trust the roads much at this time of year. ”

"Do you want a ride to the cottage?"

"It would be great!"

In the first few minutes, an awkward silence came over the car, to break the mood, Y/N turned on the car's radio and turned up the volume when A-Ha started playing.

Axl glanced at her. "Do you listen to this shit?"

"They are Norwegian, we are crazy about them." She laughed, thinking about it. It was funny with her people, they had a habit of liking anything that was national.

He shook his head, but let a small smile take over his lips.

"I like your hair!" She said, staring at him.

"Thank you, I think!"

“No, seriously, I really like it. I think the color is beautiful. ”

"Thank you very much then."

He looked at her and his eyes met hers. A shiver went down his spine and he felt as if he couldn’t breathe for a moment, so he focused on the road again.

After a few minutes, he decided to start a conversation.

"What do you normally do here when you're not skiing?"

“I drink hot chocolate, read and go for a short walk in the city. They have some cool stores here. ” She shrugged.

He nodded in response.

After arriving at the cottage, the two agreed to go down to have hot chocolate together in half an hour.

Axl took a hot shower, letting his muscles relax with the warmth of the water. He contemplated shaving but changed his mind after thinking it over. His beard was slightly long, red hair adorned his face.

Down the stairs he saw her sitting on a couch, wearing a pair of black leggings and a red sweatshirt, her hair was tied up in a bun and she was using a pair of slipper boots.

"You Americans are always late." She noted when Axl sat down next to her.

"Sorry."

She gestured with her hand, as if to inform him that it was okay. "I already ordered the hot chocolate, Anna was supposed to bring it after you arrived."

He nodded in agreement.

"So, what do you work with?" He wanted to know more about her.

"I'm a lawyer. I deal with divorces. What about you?"

"I work with music."

"What kind of music?"

"Rock."

"Nice!"

Anna arrived with two large mugs, interrupting the conversation.

"Takk, Anna!" Y/N smiled sweetly at the woman.

"Thank you, Anna!"

"Thanks." He picked up his mug carefully, as he knew it would be hot.

"No problem." She smiled back at them both.

The two stayed there for over an hour talking, finding out more about each other.

Axl couldn't say why, but he felt comfortable around her, almost as if they knew each other for decades. He could tell that she felt the same way because after a few minutes she put her legs on his lap.

"You were right, her hot chocolate is delicious." Axl said after taking the second mug that night.

"I told you!" She smiled proudly.

Getting closer to him, she whispered in his ear. "I'm going up to my room now, if you want to stop by later, I'm in room 22." She rested her hand on his chest.

He looked into her eyes, they were both close enough to kiss, but there was a family with two children in the room, so he decided not to.

Nodding his head at her, Axl kept his gaze fixed on her back when she got up and went upstairs, leaving him alone.

The simple image of what he could do with her later made his member throb with anticipation. And he decided that after it was late he would knock on her door.

Returning to his room he realized that her room was two doors from his, on the same side of the corridor.

He tried to entertain himself at night, he went down to dinner and then tried to read a book he had brought, but he couldn't focus on reading, his imagination was running wild and all he could think about was her.

Glancing at the clock in his room, he saw that it was just after nine.

"Fuck it!" Getting up and locking his door as he left the room, he walked in quick steps to room 22, knocking three times on the door and waiting for her to open.

When she opened it, Axl's member pulsed again. She was wearing a black wool sweater three times the size of her, covering up to half of her thighs. Her hair was still tied up in a bun.

Before she could say anything, his lips crashed against hers, hugging her waist with one of his arms and pushing her slightly into the room, closing the door with his free hand.

She responded on the spot, her arms circling his neck while her tongue asked for permission to invade his mouth.

Allowing the intrusion, their tongues began to move as if in an aggressive ballet, fighting for dominance. She moved one of her hands to Axl's hair, lightly pulling the strands at the top of his neck, causing a low growl to leave his throat.

Her hands started to remove Axl's jacket, who broke the kiss for a second to remove his white shirt as well.

She admired the muscles in his abdomen, biting her bottom lip with desire.

Axl pulled her close by her hips, letting his hands find her butt cheeks and squeeze them tightly, making a small moan leave her lips.

He brought his right hand to her hair, removing the elastic that held her strands and letting her hair cover part of her face. Axl guided her to the bed, stopping when her legs hit the furniture slightly, creating a distance between them and removing her sweater, revealing the black lace lingerie she wore.

His member started to stiffen. Letting her fall on the soft mattress, Axl stayed on top of her, dropping his kisses to her neck, where he left light bites that would surely leave marks. She sighed like an angel when Axl lowered his kisses further, making a trail between her neck and the bar of her panties, taking off her bra in the process.

He propped her two legs up on the bed, kissing her right thigh, higher and higher, letting his beard run lightly over her skin and watching her sigh with the contact.

His cold fingers touched her skin, slowly pulling her panties down, making her shiver at the touch.

She leaned on her forearms, watching Axl closely.

Axl approached the center of her, licking her folds before spreading her legs further, granting him more access. His tongue started to make circular movements on her clit, at first they were slow and calm, but after a while, they started to get stronger and more accurate.

She grabbed the covers with her fingers, letting her head fall on the bed again allowing small moans to leave her lips.

"Axl" She whispered his name.

Seeing this as an incentive, Axl slowly penetrated one of his fingers into her, while his other hand came up and squeezed her breast firmly, causing a loud moan to come out of her throat.

After a few minutes, Axl inserted a second finger, curving them and reaching a different point inside her that made her moan louder.

"Right there!" She said between moans.

Axl started to feel her walls tightening, giving a sign that she was close, he applied more pressure to her clit, making faster movements with his tongue.

At that point she was already a mess, her left hand tightly gripped the cover under her, while her right hand was in Axl's hair, pulling his strands lightly and whimpering with pleasure.

He hit her point a few more times and was static when he saw her legs shaking slightly while a loud moan accompanied by a strong tug on his hair told him that she had reached her climax.

After receiving all the juices she had given him, Axl lifted his kisses, stopping at the level of her right breast, where he sucked with ease, lightly biting her nipple while watching the long, heavy breathes come out of her lips.

Going up a little further, he captured her lips in a hot, ravenous kiss. Her hands began to entertain with the buttons on his pants, telling him that she wanted him to get rid of them.

Breaking the kiss Axl removed his pants and underwear at the same time, freeing his already hard and completely erect member.

She licked her lips with desire, watching him as he stroked himself while walking towards her.

"Are you going to be a good girl and take everything?"

She nodded and he pushed her by the shoulders on the bed before pulling her closer to him by her legs.

He climbed on the bed and used his left hand to support himself, while his right hand guided his member to collect some of her juices. Axl moved his cock slowly over her clit, making her moan softly.

Slowly, he began to penetrate her, pausing for a moment when it came to an end, waiting for her to adjust to his size. The pressure created by his dick against her tight walls made them both moan in unison before they shared a lush kiss.

Moving slowly, he started to get in and out of her. His eyes locked with hers as the room seemed to get ten degrees warmer. Her hands tightened on his biceps tightly as he leaned down to kiss her again.

“Fuck, you look so hot taking my cock inside of you.” He groaned.

After a few minutes, Axl's thrusts became stronger and faster and Y/N's moans got louder and louder. She murmured things in her native language that Axl was unable to understand as her nails scratched the skin on his back, making him grunt and bite her neck hard.

"I think…. I’m going to…." She managed to utter between moans.

"I know baby, cum for me!" Axl ordered in her ear, making her even more excited than before.

She let out a loud moan, before shouting his name, reaching her climax. Her eyes rolled and her mouth was open, her mind was blank and an orgasm twice as strong as the first took over her body.

The image was a work of art in Axl's eyes. When she said his name again, this time lower, almost like a plea, he could no longer contain himself, reaching his own climax and pouring his liquids into her while letting out a loud grunt.

He collapsed on top of her and she hugged his waist with her legs while removing some strands of his hair from his face.

The two let the last moans leave their bodies, low and disconnected, due to sensitivity.

Axl stood up and slowly withdrew his member from inside her, watching their mixed liquids leave her body. His member shook with pleasure, but he could tell that she was too tired for another round.

After cleaning her, the two fell asleep in bed, Axl wrapped Y/N in his arms and admired her in the light of the fireplace when she slept. He didn't want to leave tomorrow, he wanted to have more time with her.

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The next morning Axl woke up and the bed was empty. Sitting up quickly, he realized that she was sitting by the window, smoking a cigarette.

"I thought you were gone." He said as he approached, wearing nothing but his underwear.

She was wearing the same sweater as last night.

"Your smell is on my sweater." She said casually.

"Good to know!" He leaned down to kiss her lips again.

She didn't want to kiss him, she knew she was already too involved. He was from another country and the two would probably never see each other again. But there was something about him that made it impossible for her to resist.

One of her hands touched his face lightly, caressing him.

"Last night was incredible!" He sat across from her, lighting a cigarette for himself.

She nodded slowly while looking through the window.

"What's it? Did I do something?"

"No, it's just ... I'm leaving today." She didn't look at him.

"Yeah, me too!"

She looked at him and felt her eyes well up with tears, but she was not going to allow herself to cry. She had just met him, it was ridiculous to feel that way.

"Do you think we could exchange our numbers?"

“I don't think it's a good idea! You live on the other side of the world, it’s not good to feed that kind of thing. ”

He felt a tightening in his heart, but he understood what she meant.

"Yeah, you must be right."

He looked at the bedroom’s watch and realized it was close to ten. The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon, its timid rays illuminating the room.

"I have to get to Bergen by one."

"You should go then, or you'll be late!"

"Yeah, I should."

They looked at each other for almost a minute. Their looks saying what their mouths lacked courage.

Axl leaned over and kissed her one last time, his hands pulling her closer until she was on his lap, while her hands played with his hair.

They tried to keep the kiss as long as they could, knowing that when they separated, Axl would have to leave. But the oxygen came to an end and they had to separate.

Both stood looking at each other for several seconds, trying to record every detail of the other's face in their memories.

She got up and allowed him to do the same.

Axl put on his clothes and started walking towards the door, stopping before opening it. "Am I going to see you before I leave?"

"I think not."

He nodded and left, heading for his room.

She sighed, pulling the sweater close to her nose and taking in his scent. 

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Later that morning, Y/N saw Axl leaving the cottage and storing his suitcase in a black car.

A sense of sadness took over the body, but she couldn't say why. It was impossible for her to love him, wasn't it? After all, they had only known each other for a day.

Axl turned towards her window and saw her sitting in the same place as before. He waved at her and waited for her to return the gesture before he got in the car and left.

When he left the place he couldn't help feeling that he had left something very important behind. He knew what it was. It was her. But she was right, it would be fruitless to feed something like that.

Watching the car leave, Y/N touched the window and waited until the car was out of sight.

A single tear fell from her eyes. "Hvis det er ham, vil skjebnen få oss til å møtes igjen."

"If it's him, fate will make us meet again."